All language subtitles for S03E0910 Objectif Lune

So this is Sildavia.

Great. But where's Calculus?

I don't see him anywhere.

You'd think he'd at least meet us after
insisting we catch the next available

flight. So that is Pimpin and Haddish.

Yes, sir. Our source says Mammoth sent
an urgent telegram requesting they come.

Find out why he wants them.

Our source is working on it, sir.

Good.

Hmm. Mm -hmm.

Proceed.

You are Captain Haddock and Tintin?

Yes.

Professor Calculus sent me to meet you.

He didn't come himself?

No, he was not able to come.

Let's go, then.

There they go.

The Zippo has picked them up already.

Don't worry, Chief. We keep good tabs on
them.

What a welcome!

By thunder, old calculus really does
things in style.

Yes, I guess so.

Why do you keep turning around like
that?

That car bothers me. It's been following
us ever since we left the airport.

Bah, somebody driving into cloud.

Just like us.

Maybe. Ah, look, we're almost there.

Hey, where are you going? This isn't the
way to cloud.

I take you to your friend, Professor
Calculus.

But he is no longer a clown. He has
moved.

Why didn't Calculus tell us?

Something doesn't seem right here.

We've been on the road for two hours and
that car is still tailing us.

Your papers appear to be in order.

Proceed.

I really have to wonder what old
Cuthbert has gotten himself into.

Well, I wonder what he's getting us
into. And it looks like we're about to

out.

Thundering typhoons. We're in some kind
of fortress or something.

Captain, look.

Welcome, gentlemen.

I'm glad you've arrived safely.

And not a moment too soon.

Oh, blistering barnacles.

Let me introduce myself.

Frank Wolfe, assistant to Professor
Calculus.

Hi, I'm Tintin. I'm Haddock. And who the
blazes are those two gangsters who

tailed us all the way from the airport?

Why, they're not gangsters, Captain.

They're Zipo men.

What's a Zipo?

Zipo.

Zildavian secret police.

They're here to protect you.

To protect us?

Just follow me. Professor Calculus is
expecting you. He'll explain everything.

This is all useless.

Yes. For all our efforts, we have not
made much progress.

But if he has brought in his friends,
then phase one must be about to start.

Should we start our operation?

Immediately.

Here we are.

I'm so sorry, I completely forgot my
helmet.

It's a new plexiglass model. We were
testing it for strength.

Blistering barnacles, it packs quite a
wallop. A plexiglass helmet? What for?

No, no, no, not glass.

Plexiglass. Glass would be too fragile.

Yes, of course. But what is the helmet
for?

One moment, please.

I beg your pardon?

Ah, I see you're using an ear trumpet.
But why don't you wear one of those

little hearing aids?

No need, no need. Those are for deaf
people. I'm only a little hard of

A little hard of hearing?

Professor, can you tell us what this is
all about?

Didn't Wolf explain?

Well, follow me and we'll talk in my
office.

And there, Captain, you see just a part
of the Broge Atomic Research Center

facility.

Impressive. What's it all for?

I'll explain, Captain.

Please sit down.

You see, the Hildavian government
invited me to set up their astronautical

section. Of course, I was absolutely
delighted.

My engineer, Wolf, is helping me to
perfect a nuclear -propelled rocket

A rocket?

What for?

To travel to the moon, of course.

That's a good one. Old calculus on the
moon.

Are you planning to take any passengers
along?

Of course. Why do you think I asked you
to join me?

What? What are you talking about? Me?

On the moon? Your brain must have gone
radioactive.

Blistering particles.

You can't possibly be serious.

You'll never get me to set foot in your
infernal rocket.

Never! Oh, thank you, Captain. I knew I
could count on you. Ah, gentlemen.

May I come in? Ah, Mr.

Baxter. May I introduce Captain Haddock?
The captain is most enthusiastic.

He's delighted at the prospect of
traveling to the moon.

Mr. Baxter is the director of the
center.

Professor Calculus told me you were an
exceptional man, and I can see he wasn't

exaggerating. But I, uh, I... I
congratulate you too, young man.

Uh, thanks.

If you're interested, I'll arrange a
tour of the facilities for you.

Sure.

And now, gentlemen, I'm proud to show
you our moon project.

There it is, the XFL -R6 nuclear
-propelled rocket.

Don't tell me you intend to send us to
the moon in that.

No, Captain, it's only a model.

Oh. The XFL -R6 is about to make a radio
-controlled reconnaissance flight

around the moon.

It'll take photographs and provide
valuable information for our own flight

the moon.

Red alert. Red alert.

Unidentified aircraft entering security
area from due south.

Ground control to unidentified aircraft.
You are violating a security area. If

you proceed, you will be fired upon.

There. They've spotted us. We must play
for time.

Aircraft SFLR message received.

Lost our course. Please advise position.

Sounds like the plane's in trouble, sir.

Wait, it's a trip.

Looks like it's dropped two parachutes.

Anti -aircraft guns open fire.

What's going on?

Wait, Nate, that felt like it hit the
next room.

Professor! Who is it? Did someone knock?

Professor!

Gentlemen, last night an unidentified
plane succeeded in evading our anti

-aircraft guns.

They dropped two men into the security
area by parachute.

We're doing everything we can to find
these men, but at this moment they're

still at large. We have tightened
security, but everyone must be specially

careful. This daring raid proves that
these people will stop at nothing.

Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all.
I will keep you informed.

I'm so sorry. A bit of plaster from last
night.

Don't mention it, Professor.

I, uh... I protest.

To be precise, this is an outrage.

Thompson and Thompson?

We've captured the two parachuters, sir.

They were picked up in the middle of the
restricted area.

Probably Greek revolutionaries.

Greek? But we asked for Sildavian
costumes.

Why did you parachute into our security
area?

Parachute? Where?

Who? Us?

Mr. Baxter, there must be some mistake.
I know these men. They're detectives

Thompson and Thompson.

Then you must be the ones that Interpol
was sending to beef up our security.

That's us.

Oh, please excuse us for this error,
gentlemen.

Certainly. Errors are our business.

Mr. Baxter, could I take a little hike
through the mountains around the center?

I'd like to stretch my legs.

Of course.

But take care, those two spies are still
on the loose.

Captain, could you get a hold of a
couple of two -way radios? I have a

Ah, perfect.

An unobstructed view of the center.

Now to work.

Let's see.

According to these plans, there should
be a ventilation shaft around here. It

might be large enough for someone to get
into.

Security might not think it's a risk,
but I'm not so sure.

Bingo! There it is!

Okay, Snowy, let's see just how
accessible that shaft is.

We

made

it, Snowy.

And if we can get up here, then so can
the parachutists.

Captain, Captain, do you hear me?

Loud and clear, Tintin.

I'm at ventilation shaft number three.
It's located in sector J above corridor

seven. My suspicion was right. I could
get to it easily.

You'd better put our plan into motion.

Aye, aye, Tintin. You can count on me.

I hear something, Snowy.

Are you there?

Yes. Here are the documents.

Good. Well done.

Hands up! Don't turn around!

Well done.

Blistering barnacles. Tin -tin.

Hey, Watson's blue blazes. Ow.

Captain, is he all right?

Oh.

He's coming around.

Listen, that howling, it's snowy.

Something's happened to Tin -tin.

What's going on? It's Tin -tin. He's in
some kind of trouble. He's outside by

ventilation shaft number three trying to
catch the intruder. Great Scott.

Hurry. He needs help.

Security, this is Baxter. Code 5 alert.

Send the helicopter out to ventilation
shaft number 3. Look for Tintin and the

intruders. Hurry!

The helicopter spotted the intruders.

Dispatch a squad of men to bring them
in. Continue search for Tintin.

The doctors say you're going to be fine,
Tintin.

And you'll be glad to hear that we
caught two men outside the shaft, thanks

you. But the intruders had an accomplice
inside the shaft.

He said something about documents.

And he must be the one that bopped me on
the head, the rat. If I could get my

hands on him, I'd... I, uh, excuse me,
Mr. Baxter.

I'm afraid I got a little carried away.

Well, we'll double -check everyone's
whereabouts last night. If there's an

inside man, we'll find him.

Now get some rest.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night. Good night, sir.

This is all very strange. If we didn't
hit the captain on the head, who did?

An inside accomplice?

Look, that door's open.

But all doors are supposed to be closed
at night. You stay here.

I'm going to investigate.

Right -o.

What's the matter?

I saw a skeleton behind this panel.

A skeleton?

That's a good one. You must be dreaming.

I'm not dreaming. I saw a skeleton, I
tell you. Come along, then. We'll see

about this silly skeleton of yours.

You see?

Nothing.

That's funny. I could have sworn I saw
it.

Shh. He mustn't make a sound.

He must be around here somewhere.

Well, Professor?

Everything is ready, Mr. Baxter. The
technicians have almost completed the

fueling pump.

Mr. Baxter?

Yes? Look who's here.

Tintin, how are you? I'm fine, thank
you.

Look, Tintin's better.

Well, now that everyone's here, we can
all go to the control room.

All staff, evacuate the assembly room.

This is it.

The rocket's movements will be monitored
from this panel.

Tell me, Professor, have you considered
the device I suggested the other day?

Device? Ah, yes, it's ready. I put it
together last night.

Control station calling Observatory
Tower.

Are you standing by?

Standing by, sir. Everyone is in
position.

Radar here. We're ready and standing by.
This is the control panel with all the

piloting devices to guide the rocket
through space.

Gentlemen, in a few minutes, the XFL -R6
will take off.

I suggest we leave the honor of the
launch command to our youngest

Tintin. Bravo!

Observatory tower calling control
station.

Prepare to blast off.

Three minutes to go. Take your
positions.

Ten seconds to go.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five.

Lucky to the moon.

To the moon.

Do you realize what those three little
words mean?

To the moon.

My goodness, I'm terribly sorry.

Lucky you weren't smoking your pipe, eh?

Observatory tower to control station.
Control room, prepare to engage nuclear

motor in 30 seconds.

Stand by, Din Din.

Ten seconds.

Five seconds.

Four.

Observatory to control room. Nuclear
rocket has taken over and rocket is on

course.

How's radar working?

Perfectly, observatory.

All is going well.

For the time being, gentlemen.

Control room, stand by for course
correction.

0086. A trifling correction.

Nothing to worry about.

0086.

Attention. Stand by to cut nuclear
motor.

Ten seconds.

Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six.

Five.

Four. Three.

Two. One.

Zero.

The rocket is about to disappear from
our field of vision.

That's it.

It's out of radar range.

Ah, we can all relax for a few minutes.
With the nuclear motor cut out, the

moon's gravitational pull will draw the
XFLR -6 into orbit. It will pass behind

the moon, and when it reappears on the
other side, we will resume radio

Okay, their rocket is behind the moon.

When it reappears, we take over.

The rocket is back on radar.

Stand by to restart the nuclear engine.

Will you let me do it this time?

By all means.

Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one,

zero. Correct course now.

Zero, zero, nine, eight.

Correction applied.

Another correction, control room. Three,
two, seven, six.

Correction applied.

Negative. Correction didn't respond.

The rocket is veering off course.

Something wrong, Wolf?

I don't understand it. Correction 7 -8
-5 -2. Adjust it.

I am adjusting it.

Flistering vertical of a rocket?

I don't understand.

The rocket doesn't respond to our orders
at all.

I get it.

Tintin was right. What a good thing I
listened to him.

There. Now that we've got control of the
rocket, we'll steer it to our pickup

point. Nice work.

Professor, what are you doing?

I'm fine, Mr. Baxter, but I'm sorry to
say I must destroy the XFL -R6.

Surely you can't mean that. It's obvious
that control of the rocket has been

taken over by a stronger radio signal
than ours.

Tintin warned me this might happen. I
will not let my rocket fall into enemy

hands. But maybe we can still...
Observatory to Control.

Rocket is now 800 miles off course and
completely out of range of our radar

control signal.

Observatory, has the rocket exploded?

Exploded? On the contrary, it's getting
further and further away.

Tragedy.

Tragedy. All is lost.

It's terrifying.

Pull yourself together, Cuthbert.

Our discovery's all lost. A tragedy.

Hmm.

Ah, I see what it is. Two loose wires.

No trouble to mend at all.

This time I think it will work.

Go!

Observatory to Control Station.

The XFL -R6 has exploded.

Nothing more to observe.

Blast! They had it all planned. They
preferred to destroy their rocket rather

than let us get hold of it.

Well, I was worried that the insider
might have gotten enough information out

allow them to take over the rocket. The
professor agreed and rigged the

detonating device.

Well, it certainly turned out to be an
excellent precaution.

Alas, yes.

And now all our hopes have been
destroyed. Years of research gone in one

second. No, Professor.

All is not lost. On the contrary.

Didn't your nuclear engine work
perfectly?

Didn't your rocket reach the moon and
circle it?

Tintin's right.

The trial run was altogether conclusive.

Don't despair.

Tomorrow we'll start work on the real
rocket. The one that'll take you to the

moon.

Yes!

To the moon!

Hooray!

To the moon!

Glad you could come, Colonel Jorgen. You
must get hold of the rocket plans.

I understand Tintin is involved with the
space program.

I have waited a long time for my
revenge.

It will be my pleasure.

There is a complication.

The launch date has been changed to
Wednesday.

That gives you only two days.

Two days is perfect for what I have in
mind.

What test have I got to do in this
thing?

This is the last one, Captain.

And about time.

I feel like a goldfish in this bowl. And
this monkey suit weighs a ton.

The space suit won't seem so heavy on
the moon, Captain.

Everything is six times lighter than on
the Earth.

Oh, yes? Glad to hear it. Okay, we're
ready to start the test.

Can you hear me, Captain?

Loud and clear, Professor.

Good. If there are any problems, just
yell stop.

We'll start by creating a vacuum.

You're now in a total vacuum, Captain.

Do you feel all right?

Fine, thanks. And you?

Good. Now we're going to lower the
temperature.

Adjust your heating apparatus.

Right.

Temperature stable at minus 50 degrees
Celsius.

Still all right?

I'm fine.

Good. Try moving around a little.

Move around in this contraption?

Confounded rat!

Good, Captain. Very good. Keep it up.

Okay, that'll do. You can stop now.

Hello, Captain. You can stop now.

Captain, something's wrong, Wolf. Get
the pressure up fast. I'm going in

All right.

Not yet.

Temperature is much too low.

You'll freeze.

Hurry!

Go!

Captain!

Keep still. I'll take off your helmet.

Hurry!

Good gracious, those are the mice we
used for the first test.

We must have forgotten to take them out
of the spacesuit.

Why didn't you shout?

I did shout by thunder, but you didn't
answer. No wonder. Your radio got

disconnected. Well, it'll be fun if that
happens on the moon.

Hey!

Now we know that the suit is absolutely
resistant to vacuum and low

temperatures. Help!

It's Thompson and Thompson.

What's wrong, detectives?

Rooms alive with mice.

Now, what's happened to that pair of
Ostrogoths?

Careful, your antenna.

Thundering typhoons.

My poor friend, didn't you realize the
antenna would never go through the

Realize.

Realize. I realize I've had enough of
being a guinea pig. I've had enough. Do

you understand?

I'm going home. And you can go on acting
the goat here as long as you like.

What? I'm acting the goat?

The goat?

This? This?

You have no right to say such a thing.

You? You?

You?

Follow me. I'll show you just how I act
the goat. Come along.

Ooh, I'm acting the goat.

Look, I didn't mean... Acting the goat,
indeed.

Cuthbert, listen to me. I was feeling
upset, you see, just then.

But it's all over now.

Blistering barnacles. Try to give me the
slip.

Cuthbert, listen.

Excuse me, Professor, but your friend
can't wear that past this point. He's

right. I ought to... Be gone, you worms!

Out of my sight!

I'm acting the goat!

Security chief speaking.

Professor Calculus, making a scene.

He's acting the what?

The laboratories, the atomic pile, team
of experts working day and night. That's

all acting the goat, eh?

Slaving for two months nonstop, working
myself to the bone.

No, no, Professor.

What's all this about?

I hear someone's acting the goat.

Captain,

come here immediately.

Yes, Cuthbert. Keep calm.

entrance and close the doors.

Make way for the goat.

Look out.

Professor, what are you doing?

Cousin, stop.

You're going to kill us.

Stop, Cousin.

Professor.

We're alive.

I can't believe it. We're arriving like
an expert.

Well, I'm doing very well for a goat,
aren't I?

One of these days, I'll have to cry for
a license.

Well, look what the goat created.

Wow!

You think this contraption will take you
to the moon?

Take us to the moon, you mean? Come on.

Poor Calculus. He must have a screw
loose if he thinks this thing will ever

off the ground.

You might just as well play a penny
whistle in front of the Eiffel Tower and

expect it to dance a samba.

In you go.

You're sure it won't take off without
warning?

Hurry up.

First of all, the control cabin with all
the main flight navigation instruments.

In the center is the periscope with its
projection screen, and there is the

laboratory still in the process of
construction.

Amazing.

Astonishing. Captain, be careful.

Behind you!

You could have broken your neck.

This is the hatch to the deck below.

Now hurry up. Follow me.

We are now in the living quarters, and
there are the bunks we lie on for

and landing.

Now... Stairs above, Captain! Try to
watch your step!

There's another hatch behind you, huh?

Now we'll go down to the next deck, and
this time, Captain, take care. There's

another hatch at the foot of the ladder.

Through that door is a large storage
compartment, and this is a system of air

locks making it possible to leave and re
-enter the rocket when we are in space.

Now, do you have any questions for the
goat?

Uh, well... Attention, please.

Professor Calculus, report to the center
immediately.

Right. I'll go.

You can stay here and have a look
around.

I'll come straight back and... Are you
all right?

Nothing broken, I hope.

Blistering barnacles say something,
Cuthbert.

Here are your glasses.

Lucky you're still in one piece.

Who are you?

Amnesia? Yes.

It's not too bad, is it, gentlemen? You
can get his memory back, can't you?

We'll do everything in our power, of
course.

A violent shock could bring him out of
it.

Yeah, but it's going to take time.

Time? We don't have any time.

Professor Calculus is the only one who
knows the secret of the nuclear engines.

Without him, the space program is dead.

Without Calculus, we don't get to the
moon.

Charge!

Tuesday!

Nothing. Not a flicker. Nothing at all.

A violent shock, perhaps.

A pretty picture of our little cospert.

Watch the birdie.

Nothing. Not a twitch.

Blistering barnacles.

This time, my dear professor, you'll be
cured or you'll be dead.

This is the end.

Calculus. Captain?

Tintin, I think we've done it. I'm sure
he's reacting.

I'm afraid he's just the same. The
captain's been trying all morning to

out of it.

Look out for squalls this time.

Captain? He needs a shock, does he?

Captain, please be careful.

I'm afraid there's no change at all, Mr.
Baxter. The captain's exhausted.

Professor Calculus may never recover.

This is terrible. An absolute disaster.

I am a ghost.

Shaking your shoes.

I have come for your blue blistering
barnacles, whatever possessed me to

up in this blasted bed sheet.

And he just sits there, not even looking
at me.

You couldn't be frightened, could you?
You moth -eaten marmot. I suppose you

think I enjoy acting the goat?

You can have your silly amnesia. I quit.

Goat! You dare call me a goat? This is
too much. You're not getting away with

that. An apology.

He's cured! I demand an apology.

Captain, thanks to you, Professor
Calculus has recovered.

We are so grateful.

It was nothing, really.

Nothing? Without your help, the journey
to the moon never would have happened.

Thundering typhoons! I'd forgotten that.

My dear captain, they've explained
everything to me. Thank you from the

of my heart. Calculus.

Sir, here's a signal from K -23.

Ha -ha.

The whale restored the mammal's memory.

Operation Ulysses is back on schedule.

Get me the colonel.

Well, gentlemen, is everything on
schedule for blast -off tomorrow?

Yes, Mr. Baxter.

Except for Snowy's space suit, which
requires a few alterations.

It's just being finished now, I believe.

Here, Snowy.

Well, his radio works perfectly.

What about the supplies, Wolf?

Almost ready, sir. I'm just waiting for
a special delivery.

Well, Colonel Jorkin, are you ready for
your mission? Absolutely. I have

everything under control. In exactly
three hours, there will be a very

delivery to the moon rocket.

Excellent. Then if everything is ready,
we will proceed with a scheduled launch

at precisely 1 .43 tomorrow morning.

Just think of it. Soon men will be
walking on the moon.

Extraordinary. And we have you to thank
for that, Professor.

No. You know, Mr. Baxter, you must thank
everyone who has dedicated themselves

to this project.

Do you notice anything different about
Caspert? It's been a real team effort.

Without your inspired genius, there
would be no rocket.

Well, thank you for saying so, but it
takes much more than inspiration to

a rocket.

Well, doesn't something strike you as
strange?

No, not at first glance.

Can't you see his hearing is as good as
yours or mine?

You're right, Captain.

For the moon journey, I need to hear the
radio signals perfectly, and you know

that I'm a little hard of hearing. So I
decided to procure this little

apparatus. What did I tell you?

I'm a fellow who keeps his eyes open, I
am.

Billions of blistering blue barnacles!

Well, snowy old boy, we've done a lot of
traveling together, but never anything

as exciting as that.

You don't look very happy, Captain. Why
should I look happy? If that honky -tonk

calculus machine doesn't blow up at the
start, we'll find ourselves roaming

around in space and never come back.

You can hoot with laughter about that if
you like.

Look, Captain.

Quite a sight, isn't it? Yeah, very
pretty.

And to think that without me, Calculus
would never have gotten his memory back.

I'll never forgive myself.

Well, Captain, the time has come for us
to part.

You know, it seems appropriate that a
sailor should be making such an historic

voyage. Well, a piccolo player wouldn't
have made any difference.

Farewell, my young friend.

What an opportunity this is for you. I
wish I could go along. Why don't you?

be happy to let you take my place.

Thank you, Captain.

But my part in this adventure takes
place on the ground.

Goodbye, Wolf, and good luck.

I'm counting on you to stand by the
professor.

Don't worry, Mr. Baxter.

As for you, my dear professor, it is
your skill on which the success of our

mission depends.

Thank you, Mr. Baxter.

We will get to the moon or perish in the
attempt.

There's no turning back now.

We will probably lose consciousness
during the initial phase of

but there is no cause for concern. The
rocket will be controlled automatically.

When we regain consciousness, we'll take
over ourselves.

Now, every man to his post for final
equipment check.

Tin Tin, you establish radio contact.

Right.

Moon rocket calling Earth. Can you hear
me?

till blast -off.

One minute to go.

Blistering barnacles.

Supposing I made a mistake in my
calculations.

Well, this is it.

What's that thumping sound?

Platform's free.

Oh, it's just my own heart beating.

Blast -off in 30 seconds.

Snowy, come here and lie down, boy.

Snowy! 15 seconds.

Snowy, Snowy, lie down.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two,

one.

is going as calculated.

Right. Earth calling moon rocket. Are
you receiving me?

Earth calling moon rocket. Do you hear
me?

Earth calling moon rocket.

Well? Ah, Mr. Baxter, we've been calling
them repeatedly. There's been no

response. Keep trying.

per second.

Everything seems in order.

Earth calling Moon Rocket.

Calling Moon Rocket.

Calling Moon Rocket. It won't do us any
good if they're all dead.

Come in, Moon Rocket. Come in.

Snowy. Don't tell me the dog is the only
one left.

Calling Moon Rocket.

Moon Rocket.

Moon Rocket, come in.

I'm going to check the others. I'll call
you back.

Hooray!

Is everybody all right?

Oh.

Professor? I'm fine.

Are you all right, Captain?

I'm fine, thanks.

Well, gentlemen, we're on our way.

Come on. You don't expect us to believe
we're actually on our way to the moon.

I know it's unbelievable, but it's true.

Balderdash, don't start acting that.

I mean, you're trying to pull my leg
again.

You don't believe me? Well, come up
here.

You'll see for yourself.

Just look into this stroboscopic
periscope.

Thundering typhoons.

Well? It's... it's incredible.

It's... it's amazing.

It's wonderful. We're now about 6 ,000
miles away from our good old Earth.

And soon we'll be walking on the moon.