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You did say we have drink and talk.

My exact words.

I don't want you to think I take advantage of customer.

Besides, I do not drink with men who ask me.

I'm flattered.

You should be.

Okay? Talk.

Professor Antron.

Professor Antron?

I do not know this name.

He's staying at Mr. Legallo's place.

No, no, I know nothing.

Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

Forgotten me already, have you?

Oh, it's not what you think. I hardly know the gentleman.

What? After all, we've meant to each other.

Please believe me. I tell the truth.

He only want to know about Professor Antrim, who I have not seen for two

maybe more.

So you do know the professor?

Please, do not ask me.

It's very important for him that we find him. Do you know where he is?

Bad men take him on a boat up the river.

But you must not tell him that I tell you this.

That's very dangerous for me.

Well, love?

I think it's scuba -doobie time.

bomb. It won't budge.

Let's get out of here.

Any news from Miss Dancer or Mr. Sleep?

No, sir. Not since Miss Dancer reported they spotted Professor Antrim on a

cruiser and that they planned to sneak aboard.

I envy these young agents sometimes.

Down in the Caribbean this time of the year.

Wonderful sailing.

Yeah, so far.

Go, go, go, go!

What are you doing out here? Searching for Atlantis, dear boy.

Gosh, sir, I always thought the lost continent of Atlantis was just a legend.

Not according to Professor Antrim.

He claims to have found an inland route to that part of Atlantis which survived

that... Dreadful holocaust. In the Caribbean?

Supposedly on the estate of this Monsieur Legallo's.

Yeah, but what I don't understand, sir, is why would Thrush be interested in a

lost continent?

I mean, what good would it do him? In this statement of Professor Antrim's, he

claims to have had in his possession at one time one of the crystals from

Atlantis.

A piece of quartz, not much bigger than a walnut, which could combine...

raised of the sun into one blinding force of immeasurable magnitude.

Like a laser beam?

Only a thousand times more powerful.

Wow.

If that's true, and this part of Atlantis still exists,

there are enough crystals down there to blow the Earth to bits.

Hi, Professor Anson.

Oh, he's resting.

Good.

Mark, you know, he really believes there is an entrance to Atlantis on this

island.

What do you think?

I think you should buy your own drink.

Seriously?

Seriously.

Why don't we have a look while we're here?

Oh, look, April, we're on an assignment to find Professor Antrim and bring him

back alive.

The boat leaves this afternoon, and we're going to be on it.

But if we're so close to Atlantis... Hours not to ring. Why, hours, but...

know, I know, I know.

I didn't know of that.

Please, sir, you'd get me in much trouble if they find Professor Antrim

It's all right, dear. We're leaving this afternoon.

Now. Go now.

Immediate. Please.

Nobody knows he's here. This we can't be sure.

These men, they're everywhere.

What men?

These men.

Late, sir.

Is Miss Dancer with you?

Yes, sir. She's here.

A change of plans.

Thrush has suddenly reared its ugly head.

Apparently, Thrush seems to think that the dentist does exist.

I think it would be a good idea while we're here to check it out.

If you don't mind, Miss Dancer, I'll make the assignment.

Yes, sir.

Yes, I think it would be a good idea while you're there to check it out. Do

think Professor Antrim would help you to find the entrance to Atlantis?

If such a place exists?

Well, I'm sure he would, sir.

As a matter of fact, he wanted to go back there this afternoon despite the

they tried to kill him.

I see.

We've run a check on the professor's friend, Mr.

Legallo's.

Apparently he's not interested in thrush or any thrush activity.

Friendly, then. We'll remember that, sir.

Thank you.

Shall we get on with it?

Ours not to reason. Why ours?

Come on. Let's get the professor.

Oh, I know. We could ring that nice Mr. Ryan that picked us up this morning.

He'll drive us.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll be out of your hair in a minute.

Give me a hand.

You do know the way to Missula Gallo's place? Oh, most surely, Miss Dancer.

Hideously bumpy, the road, but quite in keeping with Monsieur Gallo's

abhorrence of progress.

Yes. Well, then all we need now is a... Ah!

Mr. Ryan.

How you doing?

Still being chased?

No, we still need transportation.

That's what this is?

Yeah.

I'd like to rent it.

Uh, yes, that is, if the price is all right.

It's fair.

I could charge a lot more.

There's no competition on the whole island.

I'll leave the expert to Hagel.

Now, I will only be going as far as Monsieur Le Gallo's place.

Wherever you say. You're paying for it. Hold that.

You've been here a long time, Mr. Ryan.

Three, maybe four years. Why?

Long time to avoid competition.

Who needs it?

I do,

I guess.

Not me.

Total non -involvement. That's my philosophy.

Oh.

You don't like that, do you?

I'd rather not say.

Why not?

I don't want to get involved.

Let's go.

Colonel Faber?

Yes.

It has, it has, it has.

unadulterated madness run come on hey what are you gonna do i'll be right with

you come on that truck is all i've got you'll be reimbursed i promise come on

to find Mark of the Professor. Before you go, would you please tell me what's

happening? I'd like to.

Prithvi, pick him up.

I can't go on.

I must sit down and rest.

All right, sit down.

Take your shoes off.

I'm afraid you've run me to ground, gentlemen.

Where are the others?

Oh, far, far ahead.

They left me behind.

I'm too old for sprinting, I assure you.

Get up.

Yes, yes, of course. As soon as I can get my shoes on.

My feet are badly swollen.

Excuse me, darling.

Lucy, keep moving.

Can you kindly tell me what this is all about?

Well, I belong to an organization called Uncle.

What's that got to do with me?

You'll find out soon enough.

How did you actually meet Le Gallo, Professor?

I trespassed on his land, trying to find the tunnel entrance to Atlantis.

Not that I knew exactly where it was. I had only the faintest notion at the

time. At any rate, he offered me the use of his house to complete my work on the

cryptogram, which I accepted.

Were you abducted from his house?

Oh, no, no. I was out walking when it happened.

He didn't have anything to do with it.

Monsieur Le Gallo's? No.

Doesn't care anything about the cryptogram or Atlantis or anything.

All he cares about is his own way of life, as you'll see.

What is this?

We found them in the jungle, sir.

Are you Monsieur Le Gallo? I am.

I'm April Dancer, and this is Mr. Ryan.

Have you seen this young man on the island before?

I used to run the transportation outfit.

We're with Professor Antrim.

The professor is dead.

Oh, no, no, you're mistaken.

Please, allow me to show you... Lock them up.

What do you mean, lock us up?

Look, just who do you think you...

You must be mistaken.

If you'll only look at my credentials, I'm sure that you will be able to

understand... I hope you're satisfied.

I'm sure we'll explain everything.

Is this total enough involvement for you, baby?

Mark!

This is the Guard of Honor of the Firing Squad.

Monsieur Le Gallo's island is approximately here.

It wasn't charted on the maps until quite recently.

Apparently, Legallos prefers isolation to a lucrative tourist trade.

Actually, according to the legend, the lost continent of Atlantis was more to

the east.

However, who do they can say?

Unless it could be Professor Antrim.

But I was told that you had perished. And so I would have, had it not been for

these two young people.

My apologies, mademoiselle. Monsieur, it is only that I guard my isolation with

such care, I hope you understand.

These people who abducted you, you say you think that they are still about?

They must be.

Have you heard no sounds of blasting in the vicinity of Monte Cristobal?

Blasting?

On my land?

All these years, my seclusion in the very depths of the Caribbean jungle, my

house, my way of life, the gracious and unhurried rhythms of the 17th

century, all gone.

The crash, bang, boom of the 20th century, pursuing me, seeking me out,

an ancient civilization crowding in on me from the other side.

With due respect, Professor, had I foreseen this, I would never have

to compete your cryptogram beneath my roof.

Oh, dear, this road is unendurable.

They do! They blast!

On my land!

Suck! I'm not dead.

Incidentally, sir, I hate to say this, but, uh, Uncle owes Mr. Ryan one used

truck.

In very good condition, however.

Oh, I understand from Mr. Slate's earlier communication.

But, um, returning to the point, Mr. Dancer, I don't quite understand why you

and Mr. Slate separated.

Oh, uh, well...

We just thought we'd be of more use to each other apart.

Miss Dancer.

Yes, sir?

I know that tone of voice.

Female intuition again, Miss Dancer?

Well, we do have it, sir.

Well, I'm too old and too prudent a man to argue that point.

What is it this time?

Well, despite his clean bill of health, I just don't trust Monsieur Legallo's.

Well, if you say so.

Meanwhile, keep in touch.

Yes, sir.

Intuition, he calls it.

Whatever it is.

Just have a feeling that there's... danger.

Now, this is what you should do.

I sure am glad I picked you up the other day.

My truck's a pile of junk.

I'm locked in this shack in the middle of nowhere.

People want to kill me.

And why?

Involvement. Lousy involvement.

Who needs it?

horses up in front of that cart make a barricade.

What are you doing?

Preparing for our heasty exit, my friend.

Oh.

Now, I suggest that we, uh, back.

There's going to be a hard enough explosion.

Hmm?

Monsieur,

when you have reached my age, you will have learned that the female of this

species is available for communication only when she wishes to be so

available. The rest of the time, we talk to ourselves.

At the moment, I suspect that our Miss Dancer applies cosmetic to her pert

They must be going in to get the crystal.

Mark? April, I've been trying to reach you.

Legalo's place has been raided by thrush.

Do you need help?

No, we don't, but you may.

My female intuition tells me don't trust Legalo's.

April, the gentleman in question is sitting beside me. Why don't you say it

little louder so he can be absolutely certain he hears every word.

I'm... I'm sorry,

I don't have time right now. I'll call you back later.

April and her woman's intuition.

Monsieur Slate, as you grow older, you will learn never underestimate a woman's

intuition.

Hello. Is no one to be trusted anymore?

How can you commit this perfidy?

Were those years of aid nothing but a sham, a mockery?

Quickly, your master's in trouble.

I wouldn't try to escape if I were you.

Keep your hands up.

Come in.

Where is the professor?

Je ne sais pas. He must have gone back into the jungle.

You wish to search for him?

Later. He cannot do us any harm now.

Drive me back to your house. I must leave with the crystal this afternoon.

Drive?

Me?

You?

Mark? Hey, there they are.

What the heck are you doing now?

Something's wrong.

What do you mean something's wrong?

Mark would have answered me by now if everything was all right.

General Faber, one of Thrush's top echelon agents.

I was right.

The Gallows is in league with Thrush.

Wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?

To find Mark.

Okay, you go find Mark.

I've had it. I want out.

I'm afraid there is no out, Mr. Ryan.

By now, Thrush has sealed off this entire area.

So, you're involved.

Mark must be around here somewhere.

He isn't.

Professor, what happened? Oh, it's madness, sheer madness.

Everyone is mad.

Monsieur Le Gallo's drew a weapon on us. Your young Mr.

Slate dropped something. Poof, smoke, everywhere.

He ran, I ran, but in different directions.

The last I saw of him, he was being hauled away by a rather sinister fellow

Monsieur Le Gallo's coach and four.

It's most confusing. I don't understand it.

But me both, Professor.

Overseas relay, please.

Mr. Waverly's office, April Dancer calling.

Yes, Miss Dancer.

Mark's been captured, sir, by Colonel Faber and Monsieur Le Gallos.

You were right about Le Gallos, then.

Where are you now?

Near the tunnel entrance to Atlantis.

Well, you'll have to find some way of getting in.

Find out how close Thrush is to possession of the crystals and the

plans and the maps.

But what about Mark, sir?

I'm sorry.

He'll have to wait.

First things first.

Yes, sir.

gas station nearby.

Gas station?

Yes, you know, gas.

Come on, let's go.

Professor.

Well, come on, come on, let's go. Hold it, baby. This is where old Vic gets off

the bandwagon.

You're not leaving.

As the saying goes, Miss Dancer, post haste.

Professor, a bientot. A bientot.

Naturally.

After you, Professor.

My apologies, monsieur, for having no appropriate cell in which to place you.

Unfortunately, your associate, Miss Dancer, rendered it unusable when she

escaped. Where's Colonel Faber?

Gone back to recapture Miss Dancer and the others.

You're a thrush agent.

Comme ci, comme ça, monsieur.

Say more, their involuntary pawn.

You see, some years ago, having learned that the tunnel entrance to Atlantis was

on my land, Foch, by various means, arranged for my financial ruin.

And?

And, since I was and am far more

interested in my own...

private world than in the world at large, I agreed to assist them in return

a reestablishment of funds.

Hello.

The meeting with Professor Antro.

My offer is that he stay here while completing his labors on the cryptogram.

When the professor solved the cryptogram, Frosch took over,

cryptogram on the professor, then prepared to eliminate him so that they

labor on the tunnel at their leisure.

Now, of course, with Uncle in the picture, they are forced to work a

faster on this part.

Still, everything is... How do you say it?

Onky dory.

So it was Thrush who took the crystal fragment.

If there is such a thing.

Oh, oui, there is such a thing.

And we indeed, Roche took it. You don't imagine they would waste their time and

effort on a mere legend, do you?

Et voila.

Doesn't look like much to me.

True, it does not look like much, and it is natural, more of limited

effectiveness, being old and incomplete.

Nevertheless, an interesting coincidence is that the knowledge of this crystal

is of value only now, due to the fact that only now has man devised the laser

beam, which is the only known force capable of cutting this crystal.

Interestingly enough, the cryptogram indicates that the people of Atlantis

possess the equivalent of the laser beam. Plus intéressant, oui?

No.

And now, the demonstration.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Bye, lovely.

Subterranean river.

Wait, what are you doing?

Try to get out. Get some help, Professor.

Wait, you can't do that, Miss Dancer. Please!

You can't, Miss Dancer!

Hey, you better come.

Don't do me any more favors.

I'm okay.

Sure you're okay. Like a stuck pig, you're okay.

You know, you saved my life.

Any girl's got worth or merit badges would have done the same.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

No, really, I mean it.

Nobody's ever done anything for me like that before.

Well, I should hope not. I mean, how many times a day do you almost drown?

You know something?

What?

I'm a lousy swimmer.

You know something?

What?

You're also a lousy patient.

Yeah, what can we do about him?

Nothing.

Come on, then. Come on, then.

You'll be gratified, I'm sure, to know that the unloading process is very near

completion now.

As soon as all of the crystals are out, along with the maps and the grinding

plans. This tunnel will be... You should be very pleased.

How many people today can say they died in Atlantis?

That was your final loading. I know it was the final loading. You think you're

telling me something? I have an emergency message for Colonel Faber.

Mr. Slade.

Mr. Ansel, Mr. Ryan, down there.

Yeah.

because we will not meet again.

Goodbye.

How much time's left?

Seconds.

Can't do it.

Wash your feet.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Trust the boat is loaded. I have a rendezvous at sea in an hour. It's

You will tell everyone that I have kept my part of the bargain, n 'est -ce pas?

All I ask is a return to that serene existence.

Impossible, monsieur.

Welcome to the 20th century, monsieur Le Gallos.

Don't move.

Do I miss you?

Je suis touché.

And matched, monsieur.

After all that.

You've changed my whole life. You can't just walk out on it now.

Well, there's always that matter of filling out the claim for your tuck.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll need a lot of help with that.

Naturally.

A diving bell, that's the answer.

It's all still down there. We can do it, my dear young friend.

Atlantis waits. Now, we haven't a second to lose.

We'll see the president. You'll make all the arrangements, of course.

Now, we'll get in touch with the Navy. We'll get all the armed forces behind

Now, I will get all the scientists in this section of the country, and they

back us.

Don't you think we can succeed with this?

Hmm? You know we can, don't you?

What?