The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Page #2

and found them to be, at best...

...a distraction.

- Do I distract you?

My dear girl, I've buried two wives

and many lovers...

...and I'm in no mood

for more of either.

- You can send them my way...

- Skinner, shut up.

- Shall I wait, captain?

- No, bring my lady to me.

This is a charming spot.

Does Jack the Ripper live here?

- Good evening.

- Mr. Dorian Gray?

- I am indeed.

- We came by way of M.

M for mystery.

Well, I've told him and I'm telling you,

I'm not interested.

Dorian.

Mina?

Charming dcor.

You're missing a picture, Mr. Gray.

And you don't miss a thing,

do you?

Oh, sometimes.

Scotch, anyone?

Please, help yourself.

Don't let it ruin your makeup.

I'm impressed, Mr. Gray. You take

Skinner's uniqueness in your stride.

Yes, well, I've seen too much

in my life to shock easily.

Although, I must say

I was surprised to see you again.

Well, our last parting

was such sweet sorrow.

So you're nothing more

than an enticement.

Nevertheless,

your presence intrigues me.

They say you're indestructible,

Quatermain.

Well, a witch doctor

did bless me once.

I had saved his village.

He said Africa

would never allow me to die.

But you're not in Africa now.

No.

I confess a curiosity as to what

the files say about Mr. Gray.

We, all of us, have traits useful

in this endeavor.

A hunter, scientist,

even Skinner has stealth.

- Cheers.

- What have you?

I have experience.

Gray and I have met before,

many years ago at Eton College.

A lecture, no doubt.

You, the nation's hero,

Dorian, the eager listening boy.

Quite the reverse.

It was Gray visiting Eton...

...and I was the boy.

What is it?

- Gray?

- They are not mine.

They're mine.

First meetings usually

warrant introductions.

Of course. I am the Fantom.

You are the League of so-called

Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Introductions made.

Oh, and I'm scarred, Mr. Quatermain,

not blind.

Drop the gun.

Your mission is to stop me.

That, of course, I cannot permit.

So I give to you all a special

one-time invitation.

Join me.

You think we'll help start a war

that will consume the planet?

While you profit

from your arms race?

I cannot deny that fortunes

are made in war.

Imagine the riches

a world war will yield.

- He's not wrong.

- Speak for yourself.

Draw your pistol!

I walk a different path.

Run, James!

Hang on.

Night-night.

Dorian!

What are you?

I'm complicated.

Damn.

I thought I was special.

You're invulnerable to harm.

I don't like to boast.

What happened to Mina?

Oh, she's probably hip-deep

in some sort of trouble.

Don't be such an alarmist, Mr. Q.

And my hips

are none of your business.

Shoot!

Go on!

I guessed as much, that they

would do anything to protect you.

See, now that's your biggest mistake.

Thinking that I need them

to protect me.

Extraordinary.

Boy, they told me European women

had funny ways.

You missed a spot.

Excuse me.

And you are?

Special Agent Sawyer

of the American Secret Service.

Then America is aware

of the situation?

If war starts in Europe, how long

will it take until it crosses the Atlantic?

I followed you. I knocked out a straggler,

and I took his place.

very noble. But this is a private party,

and you're not invited.

Actually, Dorian has declined...

...so we are one shy of a full deck.

On the contrary, the battle

was just the spur I needed.

That and the thrill

of a friendship renewed.

So you're not needed.

- Winchester.

- That's right.

- It's modified, American style.

- American-style shooting too.

Well, whatever it takes.

You like it, I brought two.

You're in.

- So, what's the next port of call?

- Paris.

Just one last member to recruit.

Capture is more the word,

and it will be quite a hunt.

You make him sound like

some kind of animal.

Oh, speaking thus, Mrs. Harker,

your conduct a moment ago...?

Indeed. We are all aquiver

with curiosity.

Well...

My husband was Jonathan Harker.

With a professor named van Helsing,

we fought a dangerous evil.

It had a name, Dracula.

He was Transylvanian.

European?

One of those radicals the newspapers

love to report on?

I don't know, Mr. Skinner.

Is the vampiric sucking of people's

blood radical behavior?

Our transportation is forthcoming.

A boat?

It travels on water,

if that's what you mean.

And beneath it.

Behold Nautilus,

the Sword of the Ocean.

Next stop, Paris.

I don't see what we need

a big monkey for.

Well, this big monkey has terrorized

the Rue Morgue for months.

Imagine the mayhem

he'll give the enemy.

- You missed!

- I'm not trying to hit him.

Turn left, Mr. Hyde.

Make him turn left, boy.

If you can't do it with one bullet,

don't do it at all.

- He's doubled back.

- Precisely. Come on.

Look out!

That was naughty.

- Thanks.

- Eyes open, boy.

I can't protect you all the time.

He's afraid.

I can't smell anything.

Perfect.

Welcome aboard, Mr. Hyde.

"This hunt's too dangerous for a woman,

even one such as you. Leave it to me."

Good God.

Hello, Dorian.

The great white hunter's

bagged his prize.

Or the prize bagged him.

Stay back, if you value your life.

- You scratched me.

- Better me than him.

Well, this is nice.

Mr. Hyde.

You've done terrible things in England.

So terrible that you fled the country.

Now, I'm ashamed to say that

Her Majesty's government...

...is willing to offer you amnesty...

...in return for your services.

Do you want to go home?

Home?

"Home's where the heart is,"

that's what they say.

And I have been missing London so.

Its sorrow is as sweet

to me as a rare wine.

I am yours.

Don't be afraid.

- Who says I'm afraid?

- You do!

You stink of fear!

Quite the parlor trick.

You wait till you see my next one.

Dr. Jekyll...

...at your service.

So...

...the League is set.

So is the date for the conference.

- We have three days.

- Three days?

Can this canoe do that?

You underestimate the Nautilus, sir.

You underestimate her greatly.

She's out of your league.

Mina?

Don't flatter yourself, Dorian.

Fortune rewards the bold.

If you require help during the voyage,

Mrs. Harker, just let me know.

I'm curious how you think

you'll assist me, Agent Sawyer.

Heavy lifting.

Light banter.

- I'm a useful kind of guy.

- You're sweet.

And you're young.

Neither are traits that I hold

in high regard.

The solar panels are fully charged.

We'll be diving in a moment.

Mr. Quatermain.

Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Skinner.

- Captain.

- Nemo.

The plans the Fantom stole from

the Bank of England. These are copies.

Da vinci's blueprints of venice.

Its foundations...

...and waterways.

So he'll attack the conference by sea.

Easy, Allan, easy.

Skinner! I want you dressed

at all times!

Or it's my boot up your ass!

Dinner is served, Mr. Quatermain.

I can offer you a jacket,

if you require.

Oh, thank you, no.

But thank you for your

contributions so far.

I may have been overly rude earlier...

...when I called you a pirate.

And I may have been overly charitable

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