The Adventures of Tintin Page #6

There is no plan.

Of course there's a plan.

You've always got a plan.

Not this time.

Sakharine has the scrolls.

They'll lead him to the treasure.

It could be anywhere in the world.

We'll never see him again.

It's over.

I thought you were an optimist.

Well, you were wrong, weren't you?

I'm a realist.

That's just another name for a quitter.

You can call me what you like.

Don't you get it? We failed.

"Failed. "

There are plenty of others

willing to call you a failure.

A fool. A loser. A hopeless souse!

Don't you ever say it of yourself.

You send out the wrong signal.

That is what people pick up.

Do you understand?

You care about something, you fight for it.

You hit a wall, you push through it.

There's something you need to know

about failure, Tintin.

You can never let it defeat you.

What did you just say?

You hit a wall, you push through it.

No, no, no, you said something

about sending out a signal.

Of course! Captain!

I sent a radio message from the Karaboudjan.

I know what radio frequency

they're transmitting on.

Well, how does that help us?

All we have to do

is send that information to Interpol,

they can track the signals

and figure out which way they're headed.

Here comes Interpol now.

- Tintin!

- Tintin!

Any port they enter we'll know at once.

And we can get there first.

What are we doing here, boss? I don't get it.

We're right back where we started.

You're to speak of this to no one.

Keep your mouths shut.

- Don't worry. As long as we get our share.

- You'll get your share.

- Where are you going?

- Just guard the ship.

Where's the filthy moolah?

Good evening, sir.

I trust you had a successful trip abroad.

Do I pay you to talk to me?

You don't pay me at all.

What the blazes? Nestor!

Nestor!

Tom! Allan!

You blithering idiots, don't just stand there!

Do something!

Caught him like a rat in a trap.

Congratulations, gentlemen. He's all yours.

Yes! We also have an arrest warrant issued

by both Interpol and the FBI.

- Your friend who got shot...

- Barnaby.

...he was one of their agents.

Hot on Sakharine's trail from the start.

It still doesn't make sense.

He has the key to the treasure of the Unicorn,

which is sitting somewhere

on the ocean floor.

Why would he come back home?

Right.

- Sakharine?

- Sakharine?

That's Mr. Sakharine to you.

Hold it.

- Look out!

- What...

Oh, no!

Allan! Allan, get me down!

What? Not that way!

Not that way, you fool, the other way!

Right.

Look out!

Good Lord! Come on!

Close but no cigar!

- Red Rackham!

- That's right. My ancestor.

Just as Sir Francis was yours.

Unfinished business.

I'm glad you know the truth, Haddock.

Until you could remember,

killing you

wouldn't have been this much fun.

Who gave you permission to board my ship?

I don't need it.

I've never needed it.

The legend says only a Haddock

can discover the secret of the Unicorn,

but it took a Rackham to get the job done.

So you've lost again, Haddock.

That's right. Why don't you have a drink?

That's all you've got left, isn't it?

Everything that was rightfully yours

is now mine.

Including this ship.

Thundering typhoons.

Nobody takes my ship.

We have you now, you devil.

- You are under arrest.

- To be precise,

you are under arrest.

Do you see?

Blistering barnacles, they're coordinates.

- It took all three scrolls to form the numbers.

- Latitude and longitude.

That is it. That's the location of the treasure.

We did it!

Almost there, Mr. Tintin!

A nudge to starboard should do it.

- Are you sure we're on course?

- Trust me, laddie.

I know these parts like the back of my hand.

Starboard! Quickly! Quickly!

Aye, Captain, starboard it is!

All stop!

Marlinspike Hall.

Those coordinates lead here.

And this is where Sir Francis hid it?

I thought the treasure went down

with the ship.

Master Haddock, Mr. Tintin,

I've been expecting you.

Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.

Will you look at this place?

I don't think it's changed at all

since I was a wee boy.

And may I say, sir,

how much I'm looking forward

to having a Haddock

back in charge of the estate.

You'll be waiting a long time, Nestor.

There's no way I could afford to live here!

Well, Captain, you know the house.

Where do we start?

Is the cellar still here?

No, no, no, no, this isn't it.

I meant the other cellar.

I'm sorry, sir, there is no "other cellar. "

It was bigger than this.

Snowy.

Snowy, where are you?

No, Hector.

Hector.

Captain, help me.

Heel, boy.

Snowy?

Just like you said, Captain.

You hit a wall...

...you push through it.

My grandfather must have walled it up

before he lost the house.

"And then shines forth the Eagle's Cross. "

Well, I can see the cross,

but where's the eagle?

St. John the Evangelist,

who was always depicted with an eagle.

And he's called the Eagle of Patmos.

He is the eagle.

What's he trying to tell us, Captain?

I'm at a loss.

That island, the one in the middle,

that doesn't exist.

How do you know?

Because I've sailed those waters

countless times.

I've been there. It's a mistake.

What if it isn't?

Sir Francis wanted his inheritance

to go to a man who was worthy of it.

A man like himself, who knows the seas

like the back of his hand.

A man who could look at a globe

and tell if one tiny island

was out of place.

Blistering treasure.

It's Red Rackham's barnacles!

What is this?

Just a wee tipple.

A toast to our good fortune.

That's better.

It's odd, really. You would've thought,

after all the fuss and bother,

there would've been more.

- More of what?

- Red Rackham's treasure.

I mean, by your account, he looted

half of South America. I just thought...

Never mind. There's plenty to go around.

It's a funny old life, eh?

Well, you've got your story

for your newspaper.

All's well that ends well.

It's not ended.

Sir Francis left another clue

at the bottom of the globe.

- A clue to what?

- Four hundredweight of gold,

just lying at the bottom of the sea.

How's your thirst for adventure, Captain?

Unquenchable, Tintin.

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