The Adventures of Tintin Page #2

but we haven't got a clue

what he was working on.

Quite right, Thompson.

We're completely clueless.

Interpol doesn't have any other leads?

Steady on, Tintin.

We're still filling out the paperwork.

Police work's not all glamour and guns.

There's an awful lot of filing.

Well, I might have something for you.

Before he lost consciousness,

Dawes tried to tell me something,

and I think he was spelling out a word.

"... B- O-U

"D-J-A-N.

"Karaboudjan. "

Karaboudjan!

Does that mean anything to you?

Great Scotland Yard! That's extraordinary!

What is?

Worthington's have a half-price sale

on bowler hats!

Really, Thomson! This is hardly the time.

- Great Scotland Yard!

- What is it?

Canes are half-price, too!

Are you going to take charge

of this evidence?

Positively.

Never fear, Tintin,

the evidence is safe with us!

Thomson? Where are you?

Well, I'm already downstairs.

Do try to keep up.

Wait! You dropped this.

Good heavens, Thomson!

Look after the evidence, man.

Sorry, Thompson.

My mind is on other things.

Yes. Our light-fingered larcenist.

- What?

- The pickpocket.

He has no idea what's coming.

Go on, Tintin, take my wallet.

Yes, industrial strength elastic.

Very resourceful.

On the contrary. It was childishly simple.

Simply childish, I agree.

- Tintin.

- Tintin.

Gentlemen.

Mind you, I expect he's miles away by now.

I presume you're referring to the pickpocket?

Yes. I mean,

knowing we're just a few steps behind him.

Snowy, what is it, boy? What do you see?

I don't suppose you'd fancy a cup of tea?

You're quite mistaken. I'd love one.

My treat.

- I've got you now!

- You devil!

Stop, in the name of the law!

Got you!

What's going on down there?

Come on, Snowy!

- I do beg your pardon.

- Sorry, sir!

The pickpocket, Tintin! He's getting away!

My wallet!

It's gone!

Come on! Snowy, after him!

Stop! Wait!

- Got you!

- Steady on.

I've lost him!

You must find my wallet.

It's very important. I have to get it back.

And you will. Leave it to the professionals.

We've lost the scroll.

But we haven't lost the story.

"Karaboudjan. "

It's an Armenian word.

That's our lead, Snowy.

What was Barnaby Dawes trying to tell us

when he said our lives were in danger?

- Mr. Tin... Tin?

- Yes.

- Delivery for you.

- But I didn't order anything.

Well, that's because it's you

that's getting delivered!

Quick, get him in the van!

Get off me, you confounded mutt!

He bit me!

Quick!

Get him off!

Shake him off, then run him over!

I want this on the starboard side!

Not here. Look your side.

Hang on.

- Nothing.

- Well, check that pocket, Tom.

No, I've looked in this one already,

I'm sure of it.

Well, have a look in his socks.

- Have you found it?

- He doesn't have it.

It's not on him, boss. It's not here.

- Not here? Then where is it?

- Where's what?

I am tired of your games.

The scroll, from the Unicorn.

A piece of paper like this!

You mean the poem?

Yes.

- The poem written in Old English.

- Yes.

- It was inside a cylinder.

- Yes.

- Concealed in the mast.

- Yes!

I don't have it.

You know the value of that scroll.

Why else would you take it?

Two ships and two scrolls,

both part of a puzzle.

You have one, you need the other.

But that's not it. There's something else.

I will find it, with or without your help.

You need to think about

exactly how useful you are to me.

- We'll deal with him on the way.

- Aye-aye, sir.

Hold this course.

Snowy!

It's good to see you, too.

See if you can chew through these ropes.

He's lying! He must have the scroll.

The question is, what has he done with it?

We searched him all over, boss.

I want you to go back down there

and make him talk.

Break every bone in his body if you have to!

That's nasty.

You know the stakes.

You know what we're playing for. Just do it!

Mr. Sakharine! Mr. Sakharine!

All hell has broken loose!

It's a disaster! The captain has come around.

- What?

- He's conscious.

He's accusing you of mutiny.

- He says you turned the crew against him.

- Sounds like he's sobered up again.

Well, don't just stand there.

Get him another bottle.

Aye, sir!

Okay.

- Jiggle it a bit, it's just stuck.

- Jiggle?

Here.

What are you doing? Get off!

It's not stuck, you idiot.

He's bolted it from the inside!

So you want to play like that then,

do you, Tintin?

Get the TNT.

Broken crates. Rope. Champagne.

What else do we have, Snowy?

There are other ways to open this door.

They'll be swabbing the decks

with your innards when we're done with you.

Give it here.

- Don't move.

- What...

Let's go!

Let me have him!

He's got a big shooter!

He got me!

Hold your fire.

He ain't here. He's vanished.

He's hiding.

Search the ship. Quickly!

A giant rat of Sumatra!

So, you thought you could

sneak in behind me

and catch me with my trousers down, huh?

I'd rather you kept your trousers on,

if it's all the same to you.

- I know your game. You're one of them.

- Sorry?

- They sent you here to kill me, huh?

- Look, I don't know who you are!

That's how he's planned to bump me off.

Murdered in my bed

by a baby-faced assassin!

Assassin? Look, you've got it all wrong.

I was kidnapped by a gang of thugs.

The filthy swine.

He's turned the whole crew against me!

Who?

A sour-faced man with a sugary name.

He's bought them all off, every last man.

Sakharine!

Nobody takes my ship!

You're the captain?

Of course I'm the captain.

Who else could I be?

I've been locked in this room for days

with only whisky to sustain my mortal soul.

Well, I assumed it was locked.

Well, it's not.

Now, you must excuse me.

If they find me here, they'll kill me.

I have to keep moving.

Try and find my way off this drunken tub.

"Tub"? Tub?

Tub?

- Thanks.

- Pleasure.

I'm Tintin, by the way.

Haddock. Archibald Haddock.

There's a longboat up on deck. Follow me.

Hang on a second.

Did you say "Haddock"?

How could you let them escape?

Find them. Find them both.

- Don't worry, we'll kill them, sir.

- No.

You can kill the boy. Not Haddock.

What? He's just a hopeless old soak.

We should've killed him long since.

You think it's an accident

that I chose Haddock's ship, Haddock's crew,

Haddock's treacherous first mate?

Nothing is an accident.

We go back a long way,

Captain Haddock and I.

We've unfinished business.

And this time, I'm going to make him pay.

We have to reach a locked door at the end

of this corridor. This is gonna be tricky.

You wouldn't happen to be related

to the Haddocks of Marlinspike Hall,

would you?

Why do you ask?

It's for a story I've been working on.

An old shipwreck that happened

off the coast of Barbados.

A man o'war. Triple masted. Fifty guns.

- What do you know of the Unicorn?

- Not a lot. That's why I'm asking you.

The secret of that ship

is known only to my family!

It's been passed down

from generation to generation.

My granddaddy himself,

with his dying breath, told me the tale.

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