All language subtitles for F.P.1.1933.720p.Bluray.x264.AC3-BOLS

Hotel Atlantic?

Give me the hall porter.

Listen there, there's a gentleman

waiting for me in the hall.

An odd-looking gentleman
called Sunshine.

Yes, sir.
Hold on, please.

Hello.

You!

Telephone.

Number two.

Oh, there you are.
Now, Sunshine.

Call up some of the morning papers.

Tell them there's a story.

At the Lennartz Shipyard,
between 11:00 and 11:05 tonight.

Lennartz Shipyard, yes.

It's a story with a kick in it,
you might get hurt.

Don't go to sleep
while you are doing it.

Keep my name out of it, and uh...

- May I be in on this?
- On what?

Whatever it is
at the Lennartz Shipyard.

Lennartz Shipyard?

Hello!

Are you not there?

All right, good night.

I'm afraid you are making a mistake.

Oh, I see.

Excuse me.

As a matter of fact,
I did have an appointment at 11:00.

In a more convenient place
than a shipyard.

Fortunately I was putting it off.

My luck is marvelous.

Would you like to dance?

No, thank you.

As a matter of fact,
I have an appointment at 11:00 too.

You know who that is?

That's Ellissen, the famous airman.

He's just flown back from
Australia in record time.

Excuse me, Mathias.
I must talk to you a moment.

But Claire,
not in the middle of a hand.

- Oh...
- Sorry.

- Conrad...
- Darling, I can't stop.

I'm losing.

Two, no trumps.

- Pass.
- That did it.

All right.

My car, please.
- Boy?

Car for Miss Lennartz.

Astilleros Lennartz.
Oficinas generales.

Now look here, boys.
Have I ever let you down?

No.

Hey, we are from the press.

What's going on here?

Nothing ever goes on
while I'm about.

Oh.

There, what did I tell you?

F.P.1.

Hello.

What's going on here?
- I don't know.

The fire brigade turns up...
- Oh look!

There's a light on up there.

Oh, there you are.

They have surrounded the crooks.

They're fighting like madmen.

You have a very nice camera there,
what about a picture?

Come on, hurry up.

And now you call the police.
Good night.

So that's all they were after.

The contents of this.

Property of B. E. Droste.
Lieutenant Commander.

Telephone, 4432.

Hello?

Yes, commander Droste speaking.

What, Lennartz Shipyard?

Stolen, tonight?

No one knew my drawings were there.

Certainly, I'll come along at once.

Lennartz Shipyard.

Commander Droste,
what exactly was in the file?

I think that's a matter
for the police alone.

You need have no
scruples, commander.

This is Mr. Mathias
Lennartz and his brother,

Mr. Conrad Lennartz.

The files contained

the drawings of a project on
which I've been working for years,

called the FP1.

It seems that no one here
had time to look at them.

Who is this commander Droste?

A lieutenant commander, really.

Just what is this FP1?

I hardly think the
lady would be interested.

In fact you'd
rather I wasn't here.

Sir, she's our sister.

It's as much her
business as ours.

I'm sorry, I...

I merely thought
it wouldn't be very entertaining.

After all,
it's a purely technical matter.

Commander Droste is perfectly right.

If it is a purely technical matter,

I shall probably be bored to tears.

Good night.

There she is now.

What's going on inside?

- Anything yet?
- Do they know who the thief is?

The thief? No.

No!

No, they haven't the slightest idea.

The FP1 would be an artificial island

in the middle of the Atlantic.

1500 feet long
and 450 feet wide.

At the focus point of the four
worlds halfway between Europe,

South America,

North America,

and Africa,

a floating aerodrome is to be built.

An island of steel and glass.

A haven for airliners within 12 hours
flying time of the four continents.

Halfway between

New York,

Lisbon,

Monrovia,

Pernambuco,

FP1, Flying Platform number One.

Here, an airliner will be able
to refuel and carry out repairs.

Today, as you know,

ocean flying is too dangerous
for regular traffic.

The FP1 will divide the journey

and provide complete security.

All the details of construction
were contained

in the drawings
entrusted to these gentlemen.

Now if they're
in the wrong hands...

Good evening, major Ellisen.

Hello!

I'm sorry to disturb your supper,

but it appears you're a thief.

This evening you broke
into the Lennartz Yard.

The Lennartz Yard again.

I knew you had an interest
in that old shipyard.

Yes, you're quite right.

As a matter of fact, I own

exactly 33 and one third percent of it.

You see, I'm Claire Lennartz.

Oh.

Now you have disturbed my supper.

It may disturb you further to know

that at this moment
the police are making inquiries.

Oh, I see.

You came here to warn me.
Thank you.

Oh, no, I didn't.

I came for the designs of the FP1.

And if you don't get them?

I suppose you are going
to call the police

and get me arrested.

I don't care what happens to you.

I want those plans to be found.

Really?

Is that all you want?

Then we both want the same thing.

Well, before you call the police...

Would you be good enough to get on

to that shipyard of yours?

Hello.

If your brothers are in the filing office,

it would be a good idea

if they went up just one flight
of stairs to the floor above.

Into my office?

Really, Claire, I've got to?

For some unexplained reason
we've got to go into my office.

What's all this about?

Just a minute.

Your brothers are now
only halfway upstairs.

They won't have any
difficulty about getting in.

- Broken open.
- No!

Hello.

Is that Miss Lennartz?

They're in the office now.

Well, it would be a very good idea

if they would pay attention
to the blotter

which is bang in front of them.

You're to pay attention
to the blotter

which is bang in front of you.

Those are my drawings!

The FP1!

Thank you, gentlemen.

Now for some good hot coffee.

I've earned it, haven't I?

Well, you've called
out the fire brigade,

broken into our offices,

disturbed the whole town
in the middle of the night.

Yes, I think
you've earned it all right.

However, if you're not
too interested in your coffee,

why did you...
- Why did I steal the drawings

that I didn't steal at all, yes?
- Yes.

Of course, it must seem
rather odd to you.

You see, Droste and I
have known each other for years.

Everything that men could go through

between heaven and earth,

we went through together.

And after the war,
Droste lost himself in his drawings.

But I climbed into my airplane

and fluttered around
the globe a few times.

And every time I come home,

there sits Droste,

getting more and more hopeless,

waiting for someone
to build his FP1.

But...

your captains of industry
won't even look at his drawings.

They don't seem to know
what progress means.

Suddenly I had a tremendous idea.

I'll fetch the file with FP1 on it

from the furthest corner
of the filing office,

and just by carrying it up
one flight of stairs,

prove to the captains of industry

that there is
something new in the world.

Well,

you certainly chose a very
a roundabout way of getting there.

What else can you do nowadays?

I think it was
marvelous of you to do it.

Well, Droste would do
the same for me.

You know,

I feel a little ashamed of myself.

Why?

Because you thought
I was a gang of crooks?

That's my fate.

Always misunderstood.

Are you going to help us
with the construction?

No, I'll let Droste do all that.

But when the FP1 is ready,

I'm going to be
the first to land on it.

If they ask me nicely.

Yes, but what are
you going to do now?

I'm starting on
a big expedition tomorrow.

Canada, Finland, Alaska.

Perhaps stopping in
at the North Pole.

Oh, I see.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Should we go outside?

I rather want to talk to you.

I wish you'd been at the meeting.

We had a tremendous battle.

They could all prove on paper
that the FP1 couldn't be built.

If I'd been a man I
might have believed them.

What about fellow Droste?

He's as stubborn as an old professor,
and as shy as a schoolboy.

Well, what did you
want to say just now?

It's about this
dropping in on the North Pole.

Why don't you give up
this eternal wandering around?

Why should I?

A man can't always live in a hotel.

You ought to have
a home and a background.

Don't you realize there are
other things in the world

besides breaking records
and hunting elephants

and flying across oceans?

Other things?

Why?

Isn't that enough?

Well, just now
you're a popular hero.

But that sort of thing
doesn't last.

This rushing around the globe
doesn't get you anywhere.

You oughta settle down.

Not at all.

This life suits me beautifully.

I can't settle down.

Is there nothing you mind leaving?

Here?

Yes.

Yes.

There is something here.

Eh, Ellissen!

Ellissen!

We ought never to have waited
for I hate being late for a conference.

We ought to have Ellisen here.

I mean, after all
if it wasn't for him

there wouldn't be
any FP1 to confer about.

I wouldn't say that.

- Hello, hello!
- Hello.

Hello.

- Hello, Droste.
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- Hello, Ellissen.

Are you ready, major Ellissen?

No, I'm not coming.

I'm not the sort of man
for conferences.

What did I tell you?

Now look here, I'm sorry if I...

Anyway you'll be there,
miss Lennartz.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be
very interested.

You see it's a purely
technical matter.

Oh, come along, Ellissen.
I want you to be there.

I'm very sorry,
there's another reason.

I am booked up for this evening.

We're waiting, Droste.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- So long, Ellissen.
- Goodbye.

Why don't you go with them?

Because I have a supper engagement.

- What, here?
- Yes, here.

Couldn't you put it off?

No I can't put it off.
It's with you.

Now Sunshine,
take a look at me.

Don't you notice anything?

- No.
- No?

Just you wait.

At 10 o'clock sharp then
you will notice something.

Ah, I suppose you ordered
a fire engine again.

No, no, no, no...

Much better than that.

A lady.

And she's coming to supper.

At least I'm afraid if she won't...

But she may.

But if she does,

do you know what that means?

- Yes, it's a fan.
- A fan?

It means she loves me.

Yes! She loves me.

Don't look at me like that.

She loves me.

Love...love.

And if she loves me,

I will stop wandering around.

And even will become a
private gentleman, very private.

With visiting cards,
permanent adress,

telephone number in the book

and rates and tax paid quarterly.

Well, what's funny about that?

A man must have a home, a background

a few bits of things to call his own.

Yes, it's right. There are other
things besides breaking records,

hunting elephants and

flying across oceans.

And the North Pole.

How are they gonna manage
to the North Pole?

The North Pole?

Who said anything
about the North Pole?

I tell you I'm finished
with this crazy life.

Why are you hanging
around here? Get out.

C'mon, get out.

Nobody asked you
to come here anyway.

I thought this was a mill

inside of which I find you gone mad.

The porter asked me
to give this to you.

Why are you carring
my telegrams in your pocket?

What do you think you are,
my private secretary?

Sunshine!

Sunshine!

Come back, here.

Look at this.

Is it marvelous?

Is it an amazing thing?

The Meteor Works

with a new model

7,000 TK

at my disposal

for non-stop flight

round the world.

It can make a marvelous picture.

Sunshine, you old devil.

There's some news for you!

Non-stop, right 'round the world!

Nobody's done that yet.

Get hold of the bill.

Pack the trunks!

I am setting out at once!

Hello?

Hold the line a minute.

The lady.

What lady?

10 o'clock sharp.

- Hello.
- Claire.

Claire, do you know
what's happened?

No, what?

I am going to be the first
to fly non-stop 'round the world.

Yes.

Look at that.

Yes, but...

I thought you wanted to...

To drop in on the North Pole?

Oh, well I will cancel that.

I have got something
more important to do.

Just a minute.

Hello, porter.
- Hello.

Telephone to
the flying ground.

Let them tune up my machine.

I'm starting in half an hour.
No, no, no no.

First send a telegram.

The Meteor Works,
you know the address.

"Accept offer,
arriving immediately."

And send the bill, come on,
hurry up, hurry up there.

Claire, I'm awfully sorry.

There was something
I was going to tell you.

But never mind,
I will be back soon.

I don't know exactly when,
just a few days.

How are you going to get home?

That's all right,
I've got my car outside.

I only came because I thought...

Well, it doesn't matter.

Don't bother.

Well, then...

then goodbye, Claire.

Goodbye.

Ellissen always talks like that.

He'll be back in three days.

And then he stops away three years.

What I shall say to
captain Droste is this:

This FP1 ain't natural,
that's what I shall say.

And for what?

Because if it had been
natural to have an island

in that particular spot,
there'd been one there already,

and there wouldn't be a
need for a second one.

Then what would you tell him?

You tell him about my tooth.

I ain't superstitious,
but you mark my words.

Every time this tooth is bad

something awful happens.

There, I remember the last time!

What about a little work up there?

Come on, get going!

Yes, and tell that fellow
if he turns up again

I'll break his neck.

You understand that?

What's the matter, Lubin?

That man has been
hanging around the place

trying to take photographs.

They're just showing him
the way out.

There, I'll fix ya
if I catch you here again.

Why do you let
a man like that get in here?

You don't have
anything to be proud of.

I've been chucked out
by better men than you.

You gotta double
the watchmen, Lubin.

I don't like the look of things.

Double the watchmen?

Just because of a miserable
little photographer?

Now what harm can he do?

Oh, it's not only
because of that.

What do you make of that?

- That's from the front bows!
- Exactly.

Cut clean away!

I found it in 412,
between the double flooring.

And that can't all be bad workmanship,
you know, it's impossible.

Someone's playing around
with those before they arrive.

Have you told the police?

No, I haven't. And I'm not going to.

Better settle this ourselves.

It took years to gain
the public confidence in the FP1.

We can't afford
to risk losing it like that.

All right, Lubin.
Put on another shift.

From now on,
we work day and night.

Right.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm awfully glad you came.

Things are going
extremely well and, and...

And you're an extremely poor liar.

Things aren't going well.

But they are, really they are.

Oh, Droste.

Can't you tell me?

What is going on here?

Some important drawings
were stolen from here.

Two days later
they turned up again.

Two days'd be
plenty of time to copy them.

These are the plans of
the sprinkler system,

for putting out fire.

You see, there are spies in industry

as well as war.

But no one else can build the FP1.

No, but they can destroy it.

From the first day, something's
been working against me.

Something I can't lay my hands on.

What it is I don't know.

Vested interests,

international concerns,

perhaps some great trust or combine.

Something impersonal

without a soul.

You see, progress sacrifices
the old order of things.

That's why progress
always has its enemies.

Our confidential man
has carried out his orders.

But his work's been intercepted

and the results you require
have not been achieved.

Inform our confidential man

that no further measures

are to be undertaken
for the present.

These people can't be caught.

And if you did catch anyone,
it would be some fool of a workman

who wants to earn a
little extra money

and who knows nothing at all
about the whole business.

But I'll beat them, all right.

We'll build the FP1
in spite of all of them.

In two years, you'll have
forgotten all about this.

And the FP1'll be
stationed in mid-Atlantic

with airplanes coming to
it from all over the world.

You know who'd be
the first to land on it?

- No, who?
- Ellissen.

- Ellis...
- Of course, Ellissen.

Oh, he'll turn up again all right.

He's been missing before.

And always when people
least expect him,

he returns to civilization.

Well I hope you're right.

Oh, I wish I could do
something to help you.

You have helped a great deal.

In fact,

you've helped more than anybody.

How?

By believing in my ideas
from the very start.

And if you go on believing,

we can't fail.

Of course I will.

Allô, allô?

Ici Radio Paris.

Hallo, hallo. Hier Radio Wien.

Radio Roma-Napoli.

Achtung, Berlin.

This is the London original programme.

Today after a working time
of two years,

seven months and eleven days,

the first floating platform, the FP1,
has reached its destination.

And for the first time
in the history of mankind

an artificial island is lying
worthily in the middle of the ocean.

Changing positions.

Changing positions.

Ellissen!

Ellissen!

Man, where have you been
all this time, how are you?

Good evening, major Ellissen.

Where on earth
have you returned back from?

Well, I suppose
you know we've built the FP1

and it's already in position.
- Yes, I...

I've heard all about it.

We've just been speaking to Droste.

I wanted to be here before but,

but I really couldn't manage it.

Anyway,

I'm glad you're here now.

But where have you been
all this time?

Come along and tell us about it.

Yes.

Please.

- Give me your hat.
- Thanks.

- Sit down, won't you?
-Thanks.

- Cigarette?
- Yes.

Oh yes, where
have I been all the time.

Well, it's a long story.

A non-stop flight, as you know,

that...

stopped.

And then, uh...

What happened then?

Oh yes, my friend
the governor of Manila

wanted me to go cruising with him.

And then we made
a trip to the South Seas

and from there we went on to, um...

To um...

Let me see.

Where was it?

Oh never mind,
I'll tell you some other time.

Well,

why don't you have dinner with us?

We can talk about things then.

Yes, yes do.

That's a good idea.

And now if
you'll excuse me, Ellissen

I've got a good deal to do.

Of course.

Conrad, you've got to
see the press association.

Oh, yes.

Right you are, see you later.

You're quite right.

I was making it all up.

You told me
my luck wouldn't last forever.

After I crashed in Alaska,

I didn't say where I was.

I didn't like to.

You see, I've never failed before.

I had no plane.

I had no money.

I didn't want to
come home a failure.

I tried one thing after another,
but nothing succeeded.

Once your luck's out,

it stays out.

I've had plenty of time

to think of what you told me.

You remember, Claire?

Now I understand.

I'm giving up this wandering around.

I'm going to work.

I'm going to settle down,

I'm going to do everything

you think I should.

Don't you think
we'd better go now?

Mathias will be waiting.

Claire.

I'm going to do everything

I should have done two years ago.

I've learned my lesson.

I'm never going to fly again.

Are you glad, Claire?

Don't say it's too late.

That it's going all right.

But you must stick by me.

I must have someone.

You understand?

- You've been away a long time.
- Don't answer now.

I wouldn't expect you

to decide your whole life
at a moment's notice.

But if you decide,

you can find me

in St. Pauli's Hotel.

Caught anything?

No. My tooth, she's bad.

You mark my words.

Something awful is going to happen.

Yes.

We are going to sink, alright.

It's just what I was saying
to captain Droste.

What's going to happen if we sink?

I can swim alright

but I can't swim to America.

Weather report from St. George, sir.

Just came in.

Looks rather bad for us,
doesn't it?

We ought to take in
more water ballast.

Oh, it's not necessary.

- What are we drowning now?
- 120 feet.

If we're going to have a storm,

we should take every precaution.

Yes, Lubin's right.
We ought to be deep in the water.

Take in another 50,000 tons.

They're letting water
into the float.

That means they
want to lie deeper.

And that means
we're going to have a storm.

There you are, I told ya!

She knows!

It's been tampered with.

Someone's been taking
an impression of that lock.

Oh, surely not.

There's no one here who'd want to.

Oh isn't there?

For two years they've left us alone.

Now it begins again.
- But after all, out here...

Suppose they smuggled
one of their men on board.

Send the article's command room.

I'll go over that list
and will count for everybody.

Right.

Flashlight.

Hey!

What are you doing down there?

I've just found something.
Food, water,

and signal lights hidden away here.

I see.

All ready for somebody to get away.

Are these boats always guarded?
- Yes, sir.

I wonder if it could possibly...

It is about time, too.

Yes, I've been watchin' you!

Always nosing around here.

Look out, the captain!

- What's the matter?
- Here.

Who is this man?

They caught him nosing around
in the engine room.

Haven't I seen you before?

Probably.

I wasn't always a
cleaner of door handles.

Formerly I was a private
photographer to major Ellissen.

- The well-known aviator.
- Yes.

Besides,

Lubin and I are old friends.

- What?
- Oh, yes.

You once kicked me
out of the Lennartz Yard.

I can't say that I like
working with him very much.

But I had to be on the spot
to take the first photographs.

Oh, I see.

You're the one that's been
amusing himself with flashlights.

Yep.

From now on, confine your
attention to door handles.

If I kick you out of the FP1,

you won't come back again so easily.

You ever heard of sharks?

Mr. Droste, the wireless
operator has been taken ill.

What?

Typical signs of poisoning.

He must have swallowed
something with scopolamine in it.

Mack.

Mack.

What have you been eating?

What have you been eating?

In the canteen.

Coffee.

Well, do the best you can, Doctor.

We'd better keep it quiet.

I'll be in the wireless room
if you want me for anything.

Right.

Lubin.

What are you doing here?

I've just taken over until
the other operator arrives.

Never mind, never mind.
- It's a bit warm in here.

Funny business, isn't it?

I was with the poor fellow
in the canteen, only an hour ago.

Yes, the doctor
doesn't understand it at all.

I wonder what's behind all this.

Wasn't the transmitter
working just now?

No, everything was quiet.

Well I heard something.

I'm gonna send for a fresh crew.

Well, if the call's late we shall miss
the first act of the opera.

- Good.
- What do you mean good?

Well, you never know your luck.

Hello.

- Am I late again?
- Oh, no.

No.

You still got 20 minutes to spare.

The short-wave won't be free
till half past nine.

I tell you it's someone
who's being paid to work against us.

Some fool who thinks
he can sink the FP1.

He can hardly sink it
just by copying a key.

Not even the key to the control room?

All he'd have to do is
open the flood valves,

fix the diesel so we
couldn't close them again,

and there's nothing to
prevent the FP1 from filling

and sinking.

Sinking

like a tin can with a hole in it.

Droste, nonsense.

You're trying to pull my leg.

He can't be that much of a fool.

He'd have to sink with it.

Not if he had
a motorboat all prepared

with food and drink

and signal lights so that he could
get away to see and find a ship.

Where's he going to find a ship?

The Atlantic's a big place, Droste.

Well I'm not taking any chances.

I'm going to close
the flood valves at once.

Who is this meant...

Keep quite still

or I'll shoot.

So that's what
you're gonna do, is it?

Come on, Droste.

Give it up.

There's nothing you can do.

In 36 hours
there won't be any FP1 here.

Only water.

Just as it was before

captain Droste had
his great inspiration.

I see.

That's why the wireless
operator was off duty tonight.

So that the message
that was meant for you

shouldn't get into
anyone else's hands.

So simple.

By the way, Lubin,

how much are they paying you?

More than I'd earn on
your FP1 in 100 years.

Come on, Droste!

Put up your hands!

And stand up.

Stand up, will you?

Hello, hello, Lennartz
Shipyard calling.

Hello, hello!

Hello, hello!

Droste!

- Hello, Droste.
- Droste!

Droste!

Don't you understand, it's Droste!

No, stay out.

Droste!

- Darling.
- But no...

Droste.

Droste.

Droste.

The FP1 doesn't answer.

We must send out an SOS.

There must be a ship
somewhere about.

- You know we can't do that.
- But why not?

We've had all this out before.

It would spoil
everything if the public

were alarmed just
before the opening.

We must do something.

If we can't send out an SOS,

then we must send out a plane.

Oh we must!
- We can't!

We can,

and I'm going with it.

Claire, you're making
too much of this.

There'll be some
perfectly simple explanation

if you'll only wait till morning.

As no one's going to fly
halfway across the Atlantic

at five minutes' notice.

In any case, you couldn't get
a pilot at this time of night.

Oh yes, I could.

There's one I could get.

Yes?

There's a lady to see you.

Claire.

I began to think

you weren't coming and then...

But you have come, Claire.

I want you to do something for me.

I'll do anything for you.

You know that.

Anything between heaven and earth.

I want you to take me to the FP1.

I've got a plane ready.

Claire,

why are you worrying
about the FP1 now?

They're in great danger.

Droste and everyone.

Is that why you came to me?

I've no one else to help me.

If I do fly,

that means

you're giving me my chance again?

Yes.

Look.

Remember, I told you
I'd be the first to land on it!

If they ask me nicely.

What's happened to
everyone down there?

- Aren't you going to land?
- Of course.

Are you all right?

Yes, I...

- I'm all right.
- That's nice.

Let's go up.

Air's been (?).

Gas.

That's where it came from.
Sprinkler plan.

Droste!

Droste.

Go on, tell us.

What's the matter?

What's happened?

Not so bad, no.

Not so bad.

Water.

I'll get water.

Oh, my dear.

My very dear, dear.

Oh my dear.

Ellissen.

Sunshine!

What are you doing here?

There, better?

Yes, thanks.

What's that?

Water running in the floats.

What for?

Just ballast.

It's been running
ever since last night.

We must stop it.

Where's control room?

323.

Come on.

I believe it's here.

Well, pull it over.

It's closed.

Still coming in.

There's no power.

The flood valves...

...can't be closed.

Our confidential man

has completed his work.

No messages have been
sent out from the FP1

for the last 12 hours.

We may therefore rest assured

that the FP1

is now a matter of past history.

And our confidential man?

Was informed that
the steamer Marshall Tennyson

would pick him up.

And the steamer Marshall Tennyson?

Was of course

never sent out.

The flood valves have been
open for nearly 23 hours.

We've taken in
156,000 tons of water.

That means we can
keep afloat for between

16 and 17 hours.

Where's Ellissen?

I don't know.

I think he's by the plane.

And what about the crew?

Another couple of hours,

and we shall all have been done in.

Aint that right?

The whole gunwale has
been shot to pieces.

There isn't a drop of oil on board!

Where is Droste?
Let's go and...

Quiet.

You don't need to drown.

Have you forgotten that Droste

has supplied you with motorboats?

The motorboats!

No one is going to leave the FP1.

The first man to make a move

will be shot.

Let me pass.

Put those guns away.
- I'm in command here!

You were in command.

But I didn't fly here
to amuse myself.

I flew here because I was told

that human lives were in danger.

And I'm going to see that
those lives are saved!

Go on!
Get in the boats!

Wait, wait!

Do you think I'll give
up the FP1 like that?

Never.

There's nothing
to be alarmed about!

We can float until
tomorrow morning.

I'll send out the planes,
they can pick up a ship.

The propellers are smashed!

The motorboats!

Well, aren't you going?

I'm afraid I won't
be able to escort you

this time.

Ellissen!

Why did you send those men away?

Don't you realize
there's nothing we can do now?

Certainly.

And I'm very glad.

In 12 hours we will have
finished with everything.

You and me and

we three.

You've helped to start the FP1.

You'll come to an end with it.

I rather like that idea.

If I have lived my life,
just as soon die with it.

What's the matter
with you, Ellissen?

Claire knows
what's the matter with me.

I will leave her to explain it.

Call me when we start to sink.

I don't want to miss the end

of Droste's FP1.

Please Droste, I...

I want to talk to you.

Not now, Claire.

We can talk later.

There's something more important.

I'll come back.

We must try and fix up one machine

with what parts we can find.

Let's get to work,
I want to leave at sunrise.

- All right, ready?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Right, up!

Up!

Up!

It's your move, go on.

Check.

What's the matter?

Are you worrying about
your precious life?

Things are getting a
bit warm, aren't they?

Yes,

they are.

What are you doing?

Get out!

Get out!

Leave me alone.

Goodbye.

You oughta be thankful

you don't have to
go up in this plane.

No one'll go up in that.

It's only a few spare parts
tied together with a string.

Do you know the only way
to get that to go up?

Blow it up with gunpowder.

There are only 15 and a half
gallons of petrol

in major Ellissen's plane.

15 and a half gallons?

Well I get a fair distance on that.

Then put them in this one.

What a good story.

Whilst the FP1 is sinking,

Major Ellissen,

the once-famous airman,

allows his friend Droste,

with a broken shoulder,

to attempt the flight.

It'll make a marvelous picture.

He won't start in that machine!

No one could!

No one with any sense
would attempt it!

You know more
about airplanes

than all the rest of them
put together.

Why don't you help Droste?

I'm sick of Droste
and you and everyone.

I'd have done anything for Droste,

but he was too clever for me.

He's been playing his own game.

And for that,

everything that meant
anything in my life

has gone.

He's just been fooling me.

They have all been fooling me.

That isn't true.

When I came to you the other night

and asked you to save the FP1,

I ought've told you the truth.

What is the truth?

That I love Droste.

I'll make any
conditions you like.

You can let Droste
attempt this flight,

even though you know he
hasn't got a chance, or...

Oh well,

we're entirely in your hands.

It seems you are in
command, after all.

I'm going, Claire.

I've come to say goodbye.

Oh, please.

Please don't go just yet.

I want to talk to you first.

And why now?

We can talk about
it when I get back.

I can't let you fly, I can't.

Listen, Claire, listen.

I've got to go,
don't you understand?

I've got to find a
ship with enough oil

to start the diesels and
close the flood valves.

It's our only chance.

Yes, but...

Please.

Please don't go just yet.

I must talk to you now.

You really imagine you
can make that thing fly?

Look at the fuselage!

It's not properly braced.

The controls are all flabby.

You'd better put this
in a museum!

That's a funny-looking key.

There's no pressure.

Just give the prop a twist.

Contact!

There you are.

I told you it was no good.

Not one kick in her.

Don't be unhappy about it, Claire.

It really doesn't matter.

I'll be back in a few hours and...

Bye.

Goodbye.

Let her roll!

Airplane on the port quarter!

You must have

oil for the diesels.

What sort of
a boat is this anyway?

And where are you going?

We're bound for Chile

to hunt condors.

What?

My dear good fellow,
you won't find condors in Chile.

You must go up to Peru.

But even there,
you won't find them alone.

Without me.

And I'll go with you.

I have plenty of time now.

I'll show you the way.

If you ask me nicely.