Master of the World Page #5

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Government...

You will, upon receipt of this message,

commence a program of disarmament.

Which is to include the scuttling

of all Royal Navy ships...

the demobilization of

all ground forces and

the elimination of all

arms and ammunitions.

Failure to comply...

But I'm sure you get

the point, Mr. Prudent.

You will be stopped, sir.

As surely as there's a heaven

above us, you will be stopped!

And who is going to

stop me, Mr. Prudent?

You?

Mr. Evans?

Mr...

Yes...

Perhaps...

How are you feeling?

Oh, a little worse for wear.

No wonder.

How's Mr. Evans?

Asleep.

John...

Why did you tell Robur

about our plan to escape?

When I knew you'd never make it.

It would've been difficult

enough had the ship landed...

but hovering 20 some feet

above a river, Dorothy.

Then you did it to save us.

Mostly to save you.

Would you like some hot soup?

Yes, yes, thank you.

Come in.

How are you, Mr. Strock?

I'm all right, Mr. Robur.

And Mr. Evans?

I don't know, he's still asleep.

I have come to offer you

my apology, Mr. Strock.

I realize that that is hardly

compensation for what you went through.

However...

I admire you, Mr. Strock.

You do what feel you must do without

caring whether you alienate anyone or...

whether they

understand you or not.

That is my way.

That is the only way for

a man of dedication.

I know that you would

like to stop me, sir.

For that reason, my impulse

is to have you destroyed.

My desire, on the

other hand, is to...

have you join me.

You're an intelligent

man, Mr. Strock.

Surely you must appreciate

my ultimate objective?

I would also have to believe in your

method of achieving this objective.

I don't.

What alternative

method is there,

that would not require

centuries more of...

of violence and bloodshed?

Enough!

It is too long to wait!

With courage and daring...

worldwide peace can

be achieved now!

Not with my help, Mr. Robur.

Is that final, sir?

Yes, it is!

Then shall I have you executed?

Mr. Robur, you're the

captain of the ship.

Will you give me your word

of honor, sir, that you

will not try, in any way,

to interfere with my work?

That is the only chance

remaining to you, Mr. Strock.

Yes.

I'm satisfied.

If you should change your

mind about joining us...

I shall always be glad

to welcome your help.

You survived to...

once more knuckle down to him.

No good to smile at me, Mr. Strock, I heard

you promise not to interfere with him.

Did you?

What would you say, Mr.

Evans, if I told you...

that I will not only

interfere with him,

but I will stop him.

I heard you give your

word of honor to him.

This is the world

we're living in...

not a drawing room, so don't speak

to me about words of honor!

We happen to be prisoners on

the ship of a man who would

willingly destroy the world in

order to save it, Mr. Evans!

The world!

Reality!

Now open your eyes

and look at it hard!

What should I have done?

Proclaimed in ringing gentlemanly tones

that I would resist him to my last breath?

Well, believe me, Mr. Evans, that last

breath would be shortly forthcoming.

It was risk enough to refuse

joining forces with him!

And I think that was a mistake!

If I had joined forces with him I could've

found his weaknesses more easily.

Now I'll have to work

in the dark, Mr. Evans,

but at least I'm alive to do so.

Perhaps somewhat less than a

perfect gentleman, but alive!

- Without honor, sir.

- Oh, honor be damned, Mr. Evans!

Stop this!

How dare you talk that way to

the man that saved your life!

- What?!

- Yes, your life!

Your rope broke and he carried you

until he was pulled aboard again!

And as for you, Mr.

"I have a job to do" Strock,

if every man in the world

were as ruthless as you...

- I didn't...

- I don't care what you meant!

Here, feed yourself!

Mr. Robur, Turner calling.

- Yes!

- London ahead, sir.

- Are the leaflets ready for dropping?

- They are, sir.

- Very well, and Mr. Turner...

- Sir?

- Ready the bomb racks!

- Yes, sir!

Attention, all crew!

Attention, all crew!

All hands, report to

your battle stations!

Repeat...

All hands, report to

your battle stations!

- Bomb rack all loaded, sir.

- All right, stand by!

Bombs all ready, sir.

- Drop the leaflets.

- Yes, sir.

Drop the leaflets!

What's he dropping?

He's dropping leaflets on the British

government, telling them to disarm.

- You shouldn't be up.

- I'm all right.

- Is that London?

- Yeah...

we're headed straight

up the Themes.

All right, take us

down, Mr. Turner.

To within hailing

distance, and hover.

You below, this is

Robur speaking!

You have exactly 20 minutes

to evacuate the area!

At the end of that time, every

vessel in sight will be destroyed!

Do exactly as I say,

you have no choice!

You cannot harm my ship!

You can however save your lives!

The bombs are in position, sir.

Take us away from

here, Mr. Turner.

I think it's time we faced

the situation as it is.

There is little, if any,

likelihood of escaping.

And at the same time I don't

see that we can merely

sit by and watch Robur

decimate the entire world.

And what else can

we do, Mr. Strock?

Destroy the Albatross.

And ourselves with it?

We'll have to decide

which is more important,

our own survival or

that of the world.

I suggest a vote.

Then I vote for the

destruction of the Albatross.

My dear child, have you thought

over carefully what you're saying?

No...

if I thought it over, I

might change my vote.

Very well then...

I too vote to destroy

the Albatross.

And I vote... for destruction.

- Is it unanimous, Mr. Evans?

- Unanimous.

We may as well die friends.

I thank you for saving my life,

only to destroy it again.

Then it's decided.

At the first opportunity...

we'll destroy the Albatross...

and all she carries.

- Sir?

- Yes?

We're almost there.

- Is everything ready?

- Yes, sir.

Today we meet our greatest

challenge, Mr. Turner.

The ending of a war.

I can see both armies

in the telescope, sir.

- They're at the other end of the valley.

- Thank you, Mr. Turner.

Approximately how far

away are they, Mr. Turner?

I can't see them from here, sir!

Tell them to give us more propulsive

power or we won't be able to stop them!

Engine room, give us

more propulsive power!

Today is going to be a very busy day.

I will not be able to cook later on so...

you better eat

whatever you can, eh!

Now what the devil do

you suppose that is?

My pots!

See what's happening.

All right, Mr. Turner, take the wheel.

Hover.

War...

They want war...

I'll show them war.

Take us lower, Mr. Turner.

- Lower, sir?

- You heard me!

- But sir, if we go any lower...

- Mr. Turner, you do as I say!

- Sir, we'll get hit by our own bombs!

- Turner, will you let go of me!

Miss Prudent... inside.

Mr. Prudent!

Alistair, get up here!

The captain's wounded!

John!

Don't go out there!

Steer north!

Mr. Prudent!

We'd better get inside, sir!

Mr. Prudent! Mr. Prudent!

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