Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow Page #2

I've been through every library record

twice looking for anything.

I've called every contact I have

from Paris to Bangkok.

This is the only thing I could dig up.

He ran some kind of secret

science unit outside of Berlin

before the start of World War I.

Something called Unit 11.

It's been more than 30 years

since anyone has spoken his name.

Until today.

Note the insignia he used

for the unit.

It matches the markings

on all of these machines.

The scientist, where is he now?

We're in this together, right, Joe?

Nothing gets published until I say so.

You don't write a sentence

or take a photograph without

asking me first. Understood?

Understood.

What?

I missed you.

Thanks for saving my life today,

by the way.

Were you down there?

You missed me too. How nice.

This is it. This is Jennings' lab.

Dr. Jennings? It's Polly Perkins.

Dr. Jennings!

It's locked.

That window there.

I may be able to get in

through that window

if I can attach a line...

It's open.

We're too late.

Someone beat us here.

All right, Polly...

...no more games.

What the hell is going on?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Dr. Jennings!

You must stop him!

Stay here.

Stop!

I don't wanna hurt you.

- Miss Perkins.

- I'm here, doctor.

- I'm going to get you some help.

- You must promise.

If Totenkopf finds them,

the countdown will begin.

- This world shall end.

- I don't understand, doctor. Find what?

Promise.

He's dead.

I think I found something.

Dr. Jennings had this with him

this morning at the theater.

- I'd better get back to the base.

- I'm coming with you.

Of course you are.

Reconnaissance picked up something

on radar traveling at over 500 knots

and coming straight for us.

- How long before they reach us?

- There!

Get my plane ready. I'm going up.

- What are you doing?

- I'm coming with you.

Don't be stupid. Remember what

happened last time you flew with me?

- We had a deal.

- This is not a game, Polly.

- People are gonna die.

- You are not leaving me, Joe.

Not this time. This is my story,

and we had a deal!

Go, go, go!

Get in.

There you are.

- Cap, this is Dex, do you read me?

- Hang on, Dex, I'm a little busy.

Come in, Dex.

Look, whatever you do, don't shoot!

- Okay.

- You shot it, didn't you?

- Yes.

- Listen, Cap,

the signal's coming

from one of those machines.

You gotta keep them

in one piece.

Which machine is it, Dex?

There's no way of telling.

It could be any one of them.

I think I found it, Dex.

- Wait, Cap, I'm losing the signal.

- It's heading for the city.

Don't let it get away. I need you

to bounce that signal back to me.

If we lose it now,

we may never get it back.

You let me know when

you've got something, Dex.

I'll let you know. Out.

All right, I want a full-spectrum sweep

of every incoming signal.

Amplify any variant frequency cycle

and route them to me.

They've come back

for the generators.

Who is this guy?

- You okay?

- Great.

There's a bottle of Milk of Magnesia

under the seat if you need it.

- I'm fine.

- You don't look so good.

Pull up!

- Joe!

- I see it!

It's getting away.

- I lost the signal, Cap.

- I'll find him, Dex. Sit tight.

- Go left.

- Sit back, Polly.

There's a shortcut down Broadway.

You can catch him on 42nd Street.

I know these streets like the back

of my hand. Go left!

Hey!

Okay, okay, now go straight.

- No, no, no, go right!

- When?

Back there.

I could use a little more warning

next time.

Go left!

Tell me you got something, Dex.

We're getting clobbered up here.

It's no picnic down here either, Cap.

Hang in there, I've almost got it.

Joe!

Dex! We can't hold them off

any longer!

- I'm almost there.

- We have to evacuate now!

Go ahead without me.

I'm right behind you.

- Lovely.

- Okay, turn left at the drugstore.

- Left again.

- We're going around in circles.

Will you just trust me? Go left!

- It's a dead end.

- That's not supposed to be there.

It's a dead end!

There's no way out!

Oh, bugger.

Joe!

- There's the lead ship.

- Shortcut!

I got us here, didn't I?

- Dex. Dex!

- Thirty seconds, Cap, that's all I need.

- Thirty seconds.

- Plus or minus.

Listen, I'll try and take them out over

the water, buy us some time. Over.

Still glad you came?

Joe, I found it! Joe!

Dex, come in. Where is it?

Come in, Dex. Are you there? Dex?

Dex, do you read me?

Dex, are you there?

I can't outrun them much longer.

Hold on.

Joe, what are you doing?

You're heading straight down!

- You're gonna kill us!

- I know what I'm doing. Just hold on.

We're going too fast.

We're not gonna make it.

Joe, you have to pull up!

Pull up!

- We went underwater.

- Dex rigged it up.

Got the idea from one

of his comic books.

You mean, you knew this

the whole time,

and you let me think

we were gonna crash?

I thought we were gonna die!

You should have said something!

Look, Polly, it was your idea

to tag along, not mine.

If you can't take it,

that's not my fault.

Oh, I can take it.

- I can take anything you dish out.

- Good.

Because that was nothing.

Dex, come in. Do you read me?

Do you read me, Dex? Copy.

Dex!

Dex!

Dex.

They're everywhere.

Joe, look out!

Dex!

Why would Totenkopf do this?

Why Dex?

It doesn't make any sense.

He was looking for something.

Dex said he knew where

the transmission was coming from.

He must have got too close.

- He was trying to tell me something...

- Joe.

Good boy, Dex.

These journals belong to Dr. Vargas.

He must have passed them on to

Dr. Jennings before his disappearance.

- My God.

- What?

"Totenkopf was awarded his first

patent when he was 12 years old.

By 17, he had already received

two doctorates

and was one of the most highly

regarded minds of his day.

One year after his disappearance,

ominous rumors began circulating.

Whispers that Totenkopf

had begun work

on what was darkly hinted

to be a doomsday device.

Efforts to locate him

have consistently failed,

and to this day, his whereabouts

remain a mystery.

Even less is known

about his companion,

an assassin who controls

his machines. "

She's the one who took Dex.

What else?

These are Unit 11 supply logs.

This is everything he's used

his machines to collect

for the last three years,

including generators from the city.

It reads like a shopping list

from all over the world.

What have you been up to, doctor?

Lt'll be all right, Joe.

Dex can look after himself.

We'll find him.

My old friend Joe.

- So glad to see you again.

- It's good to see you too, Kaji.

This is Polly Perkins.

She'll be coming with us.

Nice to meet you.

- Kaji, did you get the maps I needed?

- Yeah, they're inside.

Did you get a little something

for me?

Of course. Three cases,

just like you asked.

Vienna sausages.

My God, it's been so long.

Kaji, how's your Tibetan?

Come, I'll show you the maps.

- How well do you know him?

- Kaji?

He's old legion.

Reconnaissance. Why?

I don't trust him.

That's funny, he said

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