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Little man.

Gentlemen, please be seated.

The minutes of the previous meeting being waived, we can now proceed with

presentation.

professor, not junior instructor.

If someone could please close the shutters.

Thank you.

Let me begin.

July 20.

1866. The captain of the Governor Higginson sights a huge mass

off the western coast of Australia, a mass which mysteriously

outraces him to the horizon line.

July 26, 1866.

The Cristobal Colon sights a similar mass in mid -Pacific. This captain

determines the creature itself larger than any whale.

But how can it have traveled so far, so fast?

March, 1867.

The Moravian strikes a huge rock in the middle of open waters where no such rock

exists.

April, the Scotia, pride of the Cunard line, sees the creature from a distance

and tries to investigate.

For its troubles, the Scotia is rammed.

by some unseen force, again nearly sinking the ship. The whole sound in the

is a clean cut, as if made by a giant knife. All this is known to us.

What is your theory?

Debate has raged in both the scientific community and the popular press over the

nature of the creature.

No, sir.

It's quite obvious some great undersea craft is stalking the waters.

And who could build this craft?

and keep it secret.

Such an effort would require the strength and the talent of men across

world. When have the world's governments ever permitted such an exchange?

Are you prepared to believe in some master inventor who lives outside

boundaries? In some freelance genius who outstrips all known naval technology?

So it is not a man -made craft.

What do you think it is, little man?

Sir. We know each other. Many times I have listened to your tirade.

Indulge me this once.

I propose the existence of a gigantic Norwalk.

A creature believed in by the ancients. A hybrid mammal capable of swimming at

fantastic speeds.

With an ivory horn whose point is incisive enough to cleave the hall

ships like the Moravian in the Scotia.

The creature... He wants us to believe in some sort of unicorn of the sea.

are many mysteries in the sea. He could be right.

Schneider, you blinded by the light from his magic lantern show.

He offers us some sort of carnival show instead of a scientific lecture and you

are impressed.

Well said.

Scientists, not storytellers. When one has ruled out all other alternatives,

what more?

What more? The French, you know, they always dreaming.

Stop wasting our time. The writings of Aristotle argue that such a creature,

that such a creature, that such a creature did in fact exist.

That's basic.

He won't embarrass me with those ludicrous theories, Lydia.

But he's going to lose. He's going to have to know that being a man means he'd

better know how to fight.

Now, this evening.

Dinner with the Covingtons or something a little more private?

Mr. Aronax, where are you headed in such a hurry?

The next ship back to France.

If you continue at this pace, sir, you'll outrace an offer of employment.

Edward Saxon, of the Cunard line.

Is this a joke?

My father sends you to embarrass me further?

Not at all.

I would like to grant you a scientific opportunity, young Aranax. I just

you didn't call me young Aranax. Not enough of that attitude for one day.

As you wish.

May I help?

Thank you.

Were you involved in the wreck of the Scotia? To some minds, I was almost

-handedly responsible. What?

The Scotia was attacked by the same beast as all the other ships, yes?

Well, only after I insisted that the captain investigate.

You blame yourself.

No, no.

I'd do it again.

It's my job with the Cunard line to develop new forms of ocean travel, not

as mere transportation, but as a form of leisure activity for the moneyed class.

So this beast threatens your job with every vessel it attacks.

Let's put it a little less crackly. The beast threatens the dominion we hold

over the earth and sea. The ocean isn't simply ours to do with as we please, Mr.

Saxon. Perhaps the beast represents the ocean calling for respect.

Let's go ahead and put it crassly, then. For the sake of my job, I want to put a

stop to this beast.

Now, for the sake of your career, are you willing to help?

Or at the very least, be a witness to it all?

Good God, man, what is the matter? He who hesitates, haven't you heard that

Scientific inquiry shouldn't find itself too grateful to commercial support, Mr.

Sexton. Look, you were the only one at that conference interested in something

bigger than plankton.

Something big enough to matter to men like you and me. And they laughed at

Now, do you want a chance to prove them wrong?

Or do you want to be called young Aaron X for the rest of your damn life?

Chair. I'm so glad you didn't leave. Here, join us. I'm sure your father

it. Pardon my language, but hell will freeze solid before my father expresses

regret over anything.

You didn't deserve that treatment. You spoke wonderfully.

It was a remarkable presentation. Yes, which won me the privilege of being

dismissed and ridiculed as an imaginative dreamer.

Ignore them.

Those men were born without a drop of imagination.

Yes, and they don't envy me the quality, Lydia. Well, they should.

What scientific advances can be made without imagination to chart the way?

I'm no professor, but I was quite moved.

I've read your book, but I've never seen you at work before.

Treasure the memory.

What do you mean? Lydia!

Who are you dallying with?

Oh, the offspring.

Really, Aranax, doesn't your son deserve better? Don't I deserve better? I've

been asking myself for years.

Sorry to have disappointed you. appointed to you so far.

Yes, I know.

I know you are, and you're sorry for all the trouble you've caused at the

Academy, but what is done is done. I'll convey your apologies to all. If they

know more about it, it's nice of you to drop by.

Aaron.

Lydia, your attentions to Pierre are generous.

More than generous, but don't go setting yourself up as a boy's mother.

Pierre, don't mind him.

His last mother died giving birth to him.

I can be quite hard on a mother.

Or a father.

Lydia, I was in the middle of a story.

I need to speak to you alone, Father. Of course you need to speak to me alone.

You don't fare so well in public assemblies, do you?

I came to say goodbye.

How sentimental my son is.

Very well, goodbye. See you at Christmas. This is not an ordinary

It may be my last.

He has a sense of the dramatic, no?

I am boarding a train for Boston Harbor in the morning.

The Canard Line and the United States government are sponsoring an expedition.

We are going to hunt the beast under the sea.

It is possible we will not return.

Are you saying I might not ever see you again?

This is the settling of accounts.

Final farewell.

Well, then, give my regards to the mermaids, little sailor.

Oh, and don't forget, winking, blinking, and nod, gentlemen, please.

Say goodbye.

Farewell, Lydia.

And to apologize for your father.

If he truly wishes to apologize, he knows where to find me.

He's more than capable of navigating the distance.

You know that's just his way, Pierre. Anybody who wants attention has to fight

for it. Because I don't reduce every quarrel to the level of armed combat. I

always punished for it.

Why do you apologize for him?

Why do you... A widow doesn't have quite

as many alternatives.

And he's a passionate man.

He... He doesn't hesitate.

Do you truly expect not to return?

I'm not given to saying things for the effect.

My husband died during the war. He was shot down in the battle for Richmond. I

begged him not to fight, not to leave me a widow. Fortunately, it is my father

you keep company with, not myself.

He's not likely to join any battle, and he won't suffer any great loss if I

don't return.

You think you're getting on this train, boy?

Same as everyone else. You got yourself a ticket?

Same as everyone else.

I paid a lot of money for that ticket.

Oh, it's a shame you lost it.

Kind of dirty. Don't you get ornery with me.

Now, you can either walk away from this or be beaten away.

Pardon me, but I thought you'd seen that this train doesn't have any boxcars for

this trip.

Now, this train is going to be reaching Boston without you on it.

Am I correct?

We'll soon leave that notion that you're just like one of us.

It's all a gun.

They bought a war in this country for the rights of men like him.

Excuse me.

What do you do for a living?

I must have lost it.

My associate will buy me another.

I hope.

Pierre Aranax. Gary.

Gabriel Alex. Cave. Out of New Orleans, myself.

Yes, David.

I suppose that sort of business happens too often.

Once it's too often. Thought I'd get away from it up north. Is that what sent

you to Boston?

Well, partly.

That and one of the finds where my great -granddaddy died.

He was shot in the Boston massacre.

Richard Saddix?

Heard the name?

Well, folks tell me I got an ancestry that was a hero. And you will continue

this tradition?

Maybe.

You know anyone who's hiring heroes up there in Boston?

Watch where you're going.

I might have perforated you.

I think you're a little old to be playing darts.

Maybe I should have tossed one for you.

Now, now, gentlemen, don't be quarreling with Mr. Land. He's our best weapon

against the monster.

Best damn whaler in the Atlantic.

Might have cut, too.

This is Ned Land from the whaling ship Halifax.

And Pierre Aronat, oceanographer.

whose theories we'll prove when we capture the monster.

And his servant, Cable.

His servant.

My friend.

Yes. Well, this way, please, gentlemen. Come on.

Mr. Land, you two believe in the existence of a giant undersea situation?

Of course not.

Men on shore believe in that sort of thing. Whalers don't.

I believe in the $500 McCutcheon's offering for the first person who spots

whatever it is.

Hunting bird is a beautiful thing It's absolutely free, yet so capable of

commands.

Admiral McCutcheon, permit me to introduce Professor Pierre Aronach.

And his associate, one Cable Attenborough.

Aronach.

Been told about you.

Been told you'd expect to be coddled. Well, it won't happen on my ship. No, I

wouldn't expect that, Admiral. You'll bunk down on the air like any other

Where's Taylor, Dawn?

I'm with you.

Admiral, sir, if I may.

Who told you I expected to be caught?

I got a telegraph from your father.

He'd know I'd expect it.

Little man.

What's wrong?

You all right?

I'm fine.

June 4th, 1867.

My nightmares continue, and I am no closer to understanding them.

I begin a journal of this voyage as both a scientific document and as an aid to

my struggling career.

But my deepest hope is that our quest will put an end to the nightmares.

Or perhaps, as we confront the beast, I will long for my own nightmares

back.

What truly lurks beneath the sea?

What mystery awaits?

South southeast. Steady as you go.

Right, sir.

Well done, chef.

Carry on.

So, Aaron X, where do you reckon we'll sight the blitz?

Deep waters.

Is that the best you can do?

Well, who knows what the creature's ways may be?

Who knows how many waters we'll have to search?

I've started the journal, Mr. Landon.

Objectively, if I fill a page a day and we see the monster by the time I reach

the end, we'll have had great luck.

Yeah.

July 14th.

We've been at sea for six weeks now.

None of the ships we pass has any clue to where we will find the creature.

Nor do I.

Despite the constant questioning I receive from the crew.

McCutcheon has summoned me before him this morning.

At an hour I would have expected all hands to be asleep.

We've taken my book.

Rumors among the crew.

You know all about the monster.

You think these things really are swimming along beneath it?

Yes, sir, I do.

Cryptozoology of the ocean depths.

What a cock and bow tale.

Learned my feet as a professor.

The study of the unknown animal that could exist at the ocean's core.

If they're unknown, how do you study them?

You take what you do know about aquatic life forms.

Use logic, imagination, and extrapolate.

No help at all.

I wanted some clues as to what kind of devil we're chasing here, assuming it's

not a man -made ship.

I'll tell you one thing.

If it is a man -made ship dispatching other sailors to watery graves, I'll

a man commanding it to a meeting with his maker. I assure you, Admiral, it is

not man -made.

Starvin' on some such thing?

Hell,

we've laid in provisions for as long as it takes to find that monster. And why

are we chasing that whale?

about it.

Explain it to me.

We're looking for a creature that kills without warning.

Seems to me we got that right.

Say that talk.

I got work to do.

Explain it to me, Pierre.

What makes him call this work?

Mr. Lansbury. This is what makes a man out here on the seas, Cade.

Meeting nature head on.

So watch and learn.

I find on thinking to be a hero here, this is not what a hero is. This is what

hero is.

Yeah, going up against nature and proving himself just as strong. A man

becomes just another animal when you see a chance to kill. Why are you so

fretting about the behemoth?

They're large enough not to need your protection.

And plentiful enough, too. Maybe I'm seeing something I thought was over with

the war.

And what might that be?

I tell you, I have no intent of making a slave of the Greek. I meant cruelty.

Worse than any animal could do. Because there ain't no damn need for it.

This could just as easily pierce your eye.

Mr. Lamb!

The wolves got me from what they fished that cave. I think any man who was a

slave would know that. But if you want more, let me know.

Prepare to engage.

It's mad mad.

It's gonna have six inch on plate.

Have a good name.

You may thank me for this.

I fished you out while Ned found us the place to dry out. Oh, you may not thank

me. If McCutcheon decides not to come back for us, you may end up wishing you

were dead.

Took a good beating.

McCutcheon's just trying to get out of paying me the $500 for tightening the

beast. But it's no beast, is it?

Not unless sea monsters wear iron overcoats.

You're sitting on it.

Handmade ship.

So much for your theories.

Don't seem to be bothered about being wrong.

The more times we are proven wrong, the closer we come to knowing the truth.

Have we even sighted the men who made this ship?

No sign of life for the past three hours.

Have we moved?

We're on the way now.

Whoa!

Hold on! Keep it off! Brad, don't we go down again?

Here, help! Yeah! Give me a hand, Dave!

Grab me! Hang on!

God's limit us.

As long as they don't die!

Help! Hey!

Help!

I don't think they don't know we came from the ship trying to blow them up.

no.

They may not even know we're here!

Ned, don't touch me.

Say anything.

Look like something's coming at him.

Hello?

Inside what?

You see anyone?

Have you ever seen

anything like this?

Maybe it ain't nice.

What do you mean?

Maybe we just died.

Maybe this is where you sit and wait till the devil comes for you.

Well, we're ready.

Go ahead and type this all to hell!

I am Professor Pierre Aranax of the Paris Museum of Natural History.

These are my companions, Kev Laddick, Ned Land, late of the frigate Abraham

Lincoln. We have been stranded at sea and appreciate your kindness in saving

our... He doesn't understand you.

Try French.

He's not lighting up.

No English, French, German.

Where can he come from?

I have been wondering exactly what to do with you.

It is an ethical dilemma.

You have intruded on my domain.

Without meaning to.

Without meaning to? Did your ship not mean to pursue my boat all over the

Was it by chance that your cannon fire bounced off my hull?

They'd have done some damage to her if I'd have been behind the fuse.

I have the right to treat you as enemies.

Why should I not leave you on the outer platform, order the Nautilus to dive,

and forget that you ever existed?

Would that not be within my rights?

Perhaps the rights of a savage, but not of a civilized man. I am not what you

would call a civilized man.

I no longer obey society's rules.

Do not waste your breath.

looking them to me.

I have decided, however, that to show you pity might coincide

with my interests.

You're granting us freedom?

The freedom to come and go as you please and to see everything that goes on

aboard the Nautilus. The freedom that we ourselves have.

Forgive me, sir, but this sounds like the freedom that all prisoners have.

The freedom to walk about their cell.

That will have to suffice.

You're saying you'll never let us off this ship?

Well, I'm getting off right now.

I am embarrassed for you.

Say you overpower me, where will you go?

This ship will not move without my word.

Say you kill me.

The finest intellect could not master the workings of this ship in time to

change its course.

You are prisoners of war. You attack me.

You have stumbled on a secret that no man on earth shall ever penetrate.

The secret.

Of my existence.

We are presently some 200 fathoms beneath the surface.

You may decide to leave the Nautilus, but I give no order to rise. I leave you

to consider the matter.

Should you accept my hospitality, you merely have to call my name.

And what name is that?

I am Captain Nemo.

What exactly do you take from the tea, Captain?

Food, clothing, shelter, that's about all.

Food? Can't be much of that down here.

More than you imagine.

Meat, vegetables, cream, sugar, all harvested from the depths of the ocean.

Sometimes we put out nets.

Sometimes I go hunting.

Sport.

I am determined.

Never. to rely on the outside world again.

And you don't miss the surface, Captain?

The artwork, the music? I have my share.

Here are the last tides that bind me to the surface.

Do you know this picture? Yeah.

Freedom.

Ravini, Gounod, Wagner, Mozart.

You have both the old masters and the contemporaries here, Captain.

To me, they are all classics.

What you think of as modern works are to me relics of a world long gone.

Sit down to dinner, please, gentlemen.

On board the Nautilus, most of the time, we eat in the Commons.

But to thank you for accepting my hospitality, a...

Special dinner tonight.

I'd feel safer if I saw you eating some of it first.

I promise you that if I wanted to kill you, I would resort to more direct

I do not kill when I do not have to. Fair enough job on the Abraham Lincoln.

I was attacked.

During the melee, you may have failed to note that I rammed the frigate in the

precise place that would disable it without sending it and all its men down

their deaths.

I can't tell if this is breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Look around you.

We simulate the light on the surface to maintain our internal body clocks.

From the strength and hue of the light now, we can see that it is twilight.

So you really do get everything from the sea, Captain? The sea is everything.

The sea covers seven -tenths of the Earth.

Its breath is pure and wholesome.

It is an immense world, pulsating with every form of life.

Here, there are no death spots.

On the surface, men still exercise their endless laws, fight and indulge in all

their bloody earthly horrors.

But below the surface, their power ceases.

Their dominion vanishes.

To live, gentlemen, in the embrace of the sea.

Only here is there independence.

Here I recognize no martyr.

Behold, the heart of the Nautilus.

Incredible!

What power is this ship?

Hydroelectricity. I don't understand.

The oceans absorb a vast amount of power from the sun, providing an unending

source of electrical current.

Stimulated by our turbines, the seas themselves power the Nautilus.

With the beauty and fury of a compact thunderstorm.

I'm coming back. You're going to do something to these engines. When the

surfaces, we'll make them break.

All this is in your honour, gentlemen.

Come.

Is the grid functioning?

Aye, Captain.

If you should contemplate visiting the engine room without me.

Thank you.

Thought you said we could go anywhere we wanted on this ship.

You can try.

You have engineered a masterpiece, Captain.

What wouldn't the nations of the world give for such a craft? That is why the

utmost secrecy was employed in its construction.

The components of the Nautilus were built by contractors in nine different

countries.

None of them knowing the end goal for their work.

The elements were shifted to an island to be assembled by my men, unknown to

world.

How the world would be changed if the Navy had such a power to command.

We shall all die before that happens.

I carry on my person the means to destroy this ship at a moment's notice.

No one will ever use the Nautilus as a weapon of conquest.

No one.

We've been made more comfortable.

Still a prison.

At least we don't have to wear the clothing of prisoners.

I suppose we could use something that didn't go swimming in.

You know what? What's he one of my guys cozy for?

What does he want at all?

August 2nd.

I begin a new journal to replace the one I lost aboard the Abraham Lincoln.

As he promised, Captain Nemo has allowed us free reign within the ship.

His crew seems weary of us, but not overly hostile.

While Cave and Ned search the ship for any means of escape, I examine the

Nautilus for clues to the motives of Captain Nemo.

What is his mission?

What is his goal?

What drove him into the depths of the world that no man has mastered?

Sounded like someone on the surface did him wrong, eh?

Perhaps he's a scientist whose work has been unfairly spurned. You mean like

you, Pierre.

How many men do you think are on this ship?

Maybe five.

Could be 50.

We could take her over.

If we can't foul the engines, we can foul the crew.

Are you saying we're killing away the freedom? Well, I'm not staying here.

Captain Nemo invites Professor Aranax and his friends to a hunting party to be

held this morning off the Isle of Crespo.

He hopes that nothing will prevent them from participating. Signed, the

Commander of the Nautilus Captain Nemo.

He knew where to find him.

Nemo!

Yes, Mr. Raptor?

We'll join the hunt.

I need some water. Water, please.

Can I get some assistance, please?

Help me.

Help me.

What's up, baby?

I had a nightmare last night that that ship followed us around the Cape.

That is not an attitude appropriate to the winners in this conflict.

The winners?

We'll engage the enemy and survive where I said that makes us the victors thus

far.

Yes. I look round at the jagged and torn metal on this frigate and I think, ah,

sweet victory.

We'll petition President Graham for more aid.

We'll get new armaments from Boston.

I'll get new maps. We'll track their every sighting.

The duel goes on.

Our late friend Aronax said the only sort of man who could build this ship

become sort of visionary, someone who lived outside the laws of nations. Now,

how do you propose to know the moves of someone whose beliefs are so ancient?

Aronax said that? Yes, at his last speech at the Maritime Academy.

Harrison! Aronax kept a diary of some sort. Find it and bring it to me.

Young Aronax may prove more used to me dead than alive.

We'd rifle through a dead man's things.

As if you wouldn't.

Now we know there are men on board that ship, Saxon.

We can second guess their next move.

Oh, yes.

The duel goes on.

Actually, Admiral, I'm afraid it can't.

Stop that devil sex. Not with the resources of the Cunard line.

Now, my firm has contributed to this mission in equal measure with your

government. But, given the mounting loss of life, our insurers will not

countenance a further continuation of this effort.

You'll let the devil ship sail free.

Well, not I, but my firm can simply not afford to continue the vast expense of

subsidizing this endeavor.

I'll make up the difference myself.

Yourself? I've got holdings in Oregon I can sell.

Don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly... I said I'll pay.

You and your damned accountants are off the hook.

As you wish.

What in God's name is this?

This breathing apparatus was invented by your countryman, Aronex.

I have perfected it for my own purposes.

This device here is from American and British science.

It's a watertight gun that uses compressed air instead of gunpowder.

It will fire up to 10 electrical bullets.

The rubber insulation protects the marksman from the voltage inside.

What keeps us from swimming away?

Rapture of the depths.

We try to go up by ourselves while breathing too much nitrogen.

What does that do?

Makes you giddy, makes you hallucinate, and ultimately die.

So we can't reach the surface unless it's in this ship.

How much air do these tanks carry?

Enough.

I call it Milton. If I was a member of your crew, to be sure, but I'm not. I'm

prisoner.

Not my fault you treat us like dinner guests and then get all shocked when we

act like prisoners. He set us up.

He took us among man -eating sharks with no warning at all. What do you think we

were hunting, puffer fish? You'd hope we'd make the wrong move.

Take his problems off his hands. You want to be treated like a prisoner, is

it?

November 14th.

As we approach the Indian Ocean, I am constantly amazed at the resourcefulness

of this subaquatic community.

Captain Nemo claims to live entirely on what he derives from the sea, and it's

no idle boast.

My pen is made of whalebone, the ink from the blood of the cuttlefish, our

clothes from the fibers of various shellfish.

But the origin of our host remains an enigma.

Admiral McCutcheon. Yes, sir.

We had heard you return from the sea, but there was no word regarding Pierre

Aranax. And you are?

His father. And this is my companion, Miss Rawlings.

I apologize. I didn't realize young Aranax had family in this country.

Dear Lord.

I've been remissioned not informing you. He's dead.

His name.

Harry's dead.

What are you saying?

Is she right?

As the commanding officer of the Cunard expedition, I offer my most sincere

condolences on his death.

Liar. He was lost at sea, sir. Yes, he swept overboard as we engaged the enemy.

Inasmuch as he was not a serviceman, I cannot recommend him for a distinguished

service, Medley.

Your answer.

I'm all right, damn it.

I thought of fighting over me like an awakening, but I lost my breath, that's

all. Now leave off.

As anyone would be.

That's enough, Lydia.

Stop simpering.

I'm just relieved, Thierry. No matter how hard you railed against your son,

death still affects you. Enough, Lydia. I hardly think the Admiral is interested

in your rented sentimentality.

There is another matter about which I must speak with you privately.

I'll take my leave.

And not to private, what is the nature of your relationship?

Miss Rawlings is my companion.

But in respect to the memory of my wife, I do not care to marry again.

But I cannot be alone.

These are your son's effects, amongst them this journal.

I recommend you read without the presence of Miss Rawlings.

Why have the engine stopped?

Periodically, we halt our journey to perform routine maintenance.

Your tongue goes down the klaxon.

What have you got there?

We'll intercept the girl at the surface, Mr. Shimada. Yes, Captain.

Something he don't want her to have. Blue pellets!

The cheese and the powder.

I've got it.

Back to the ship.

Right there.

It may be too late, Captain.

The girl may be dead. She will not be dead.

She lived.

Captain, the method you used to revive her... I've never seen anybody prevent

her drowning in such a manner.

What aboard my ship have you seen before?

Captain!

Well done, Evander.

However, there's another one to get back. Take as many divers as you need

retrieve what remains of our friend.

What am I making of that thing that killed him?

With all respect, Captain, your man was killed by an explosive device you appear

to control.

What in God's name are you doing here?

I am collecting geological samples from all corners of the Earth.

That explosive device was to gain access to minerals beneath the surface.

As soon as the woman left, we would have attended to it. Wouldn't an explosion

of that size destroy the purity of any sample you hope to find?

I will not be!

Interrogated!

I hope you enjoyed your glimpse of the surface and will savor the memory for a

long, long time.

I will take my leave of you all.

Captain, why did you save that woman?

That woman lives in the land of the oppressed. I belong, and to my dying

will always belong to that same land.

Take better care of her than to get out there.

For a man to give his life to help save another, there is no greater

love, no greater sacrifice.

That is the law of the Nautilus.

Ewan McCauley, you have made us.

You were close to him.

I am tied to all my men by bonds deeper than blood.

On your watch again.

Probably ain't doing any good.

You buy any more story about that explosion?

Fishing for minerals?

Captain's a hard man to understand.

I understand he's not telling us the truth.

This woman here stumbled upon something he didn't plan. We will learn when Nemo

is ready to tell us.

Ain't you the polite guest?

Imagine diving beneath the waves every day feeling it.

In her own way, she's no less courageous than Nemo himself.

More. She doesn't hide from the world inside some ship.

She's aboard it now.

I dare say she will be held aboard the Nautilus as long as we are.

It ain't right.

You know it ain't.

What was the alternative?

Should he have left her to die?

There was no choice.

Don't lie to me like he does. He has no choice but to keep us. The man's got a

choice. You're free. You've always got a choice.

I'll visit Ned Land.

Well, come on now. Don't leave me on here.

If you're gonna wake up or don't, you already see there ain't no sense in

Nemo only gonna bring you back here.

Stubborn man don't let nothing go till he's through with it.

Get me out!

Just get me out.

Are you happy down here?

But how?

Get a key, get a hacksaw.

Get me out. Don't bother me with your kind visits.

Captain Nemo is a man of mystery.

I believe I can get him to free you, but I need time to understand him. Right,

well, you take the time.

You treat him like a fish, you study.

The rest of us are being locked up by a man. A man of science.

A man who will listen to logic.

Remember, you were wrong about the boot.

And we all nearly died.

Could you be wrong again, maybe?

This room bears no lock because I trust the men aboard my ship.

I have allowed you freedom.

Do not test me.

And so the test of science as we approach the next century will not be

science can help us to understand nature, but it will be how quickly

will enable us to command nature.

So, I will now take questions. Your son has died at the hands of scientific

marvel. Doesn't this suggest that science could be as dangerous as it is

to mankind?

I do not discuss my son's death. I am here to explore the role of science as a

millennium. But how does the quest for the submarine proceed?

Is there any hope of avenging your son's memory?

I have not followed the latest details of the expedition. Now, if you please, I

will entertain questions on my lecture topic. But aren't your topic and your

son's fate one and the same? I don't admit he's dead in the hands of science.

That's beyond our dreams.

I will not be lectured to about my son's death. He is dead.

That is right.

I am here to...

Isn't it good to know that Pierre might not have died in vain, that his death

means so much to your colleagues?

How was it at first, Lydia?

He wrote about it in his journal.

About you visiting his hotel.

Embracing him.

Kissing him.

How he didn't want it to stop.

How way do you feel?

My feelings, Thierry. He was leaving.

Never to be seen again.

You wish you'd met my son before you met me, don't you?

Gentlemen, you may be interested to see this.

They found it on the coral reef.

The same reef that we will navigate once we have retrieved their valuables.

Nice company.

Grave robbers.

We would be grave robbers only if these people had been buried, Mr. Atter.

They made no plans to take their valuables with them when they were

By the ocean you revere.

More likely by pirates and marauders of the surface.

I wanted you to see the true prisoners of this world.

The dead.

They have been released from the tyrannies of the world above.

Perhaps they are more free than any of us.

Don't talk to me about who's free and who's not.

I've been judging that a long time.

Do you want to join Mr. Land?

Is that it? I don't want to hear no more threats from a grave robber. You're

moving in the wrong direction, Marlon. We need more free.

You do not prove worthy of the liberty I grant you.

Obstructing my men while McCauley's life was at stake? To save that woman's

life.

Firing when my back is turned?

It was Ned, not me.

And you would be different?

See? I ain't him.

I'll face you on it.

A physical challenge?

Man to man.

You imagine that you're more than a match for me, I suppose.

Give word to the helmsman.

Once all the divers return, maintain a heading of 20 degrees.

So, take us through the reef.

Yes, sir. I want no part of it.

Don't know who you'd root for?

You wish to fight me, huh?

We are at a loss for dueling swords here.

At my sport, anyway.

Pistols we cannot allow under the sea.

Jousting, of course. There ain't no game.

Let's see. What is it that you men of the surface say just before you start to

fight?

Would you like to step outside?

No, let him go. Let him go.

Let him do what all men of the surface do.

What are you doing?

Everything where you come from, doesn't it, Mr. Attox? There ain't never been no

way to get freedom without fighting for it. I'm my great -granddaddy, Quark

Boyce. And here's where I do this.

Think, Ned.

We destroy this turbine.

We destroy ourselves. Look, there's more than one turbine.

It's not just making it come to the surface. And if you're wrong, live free

die.

Let's go.

Hey, teacher.

Mr. Evander?

Get to the bridge. Hold her steady, kill the trouble, and

ride her through.

You have wounded my ship. Aaron, I speak.

What have you done? Why have you done? They pulled loose the key to the jacking

gear. The pistons are jarring out.

I have spent years building the technological marvel of the age, only to

threatened by a little man like you. Little man?

The keys must be reset.

If they are not, we cannot steer well enough to avoid the rings.

I'll go, Captain.

You? There's a price to pay. It must come from me.

Very well. Our fate is in your hands.

City ahead.

I wounded my ship!

Little man.

Anybody who wants attention has to fight for it.

You were wrong about the beast, and we all nearly died.

Or do you want to be called young and baron X for the rest of your damn life?

The man's got a choice.

You're free. You've always got a choice.