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[ Gunfire, Explosions ]

[ Man ] All right now, get down.

Where's his papers? They're all here.

Don't worry, Sergeant. You'll find them all in order.

All right. Get in there!

Is that necessary? All I want is a nice, dry prison cell.

Get moving!

[ Cannon Firing ]

Is the balloon still there, Captain?

It's whipping around a bit, but it's still waiting for us.

I need your blanket, Neb.

Captain? Huh?

I think the kid is scared.

[ Cannon Firing ]

Well, aren't you?

You, uh— You want a hand with that?

No, sir. I've got 'em both almost through.

Captain, do you think that balloon will fly in a big wind like this...

without busting open?

Well, that's not the problem, Herbert.

The problem is whether it'll fl y at all.

Captain? [ Explosion ]

We've never seen more than the top of it over the houses.

What if there's a whole regiment guarding it?

Just have to fight the whole regiment, Herbert.

[ Explosion ]

[ Door Unlocking ]

Hey, Captain.

The y're coming early.

- [ Clanking ] - Are we going through with it?

[ Clanking ] We got no choice.

[ Explosion ]

- ♪♪ [ Harmonica ] - [ Footsteps Approaching ]

[ Footsteps Continue ]

[ Man ] Ah, I see I shall have company.

How charming. Won't you introduce me to these gentlemen?

Come on, prisoner. [ Screams ]

Take— Take their clothes.

Here.

Here are the keys. Right. Nowyou both know what to do.

Y-Yes, sir. Come on, come on, get out of here.

[ Explosion ]

Halt!

Hurry up!

Come on, come on!

[ Gunshot ]

Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Don't let me fall!

Lighten the basket! We got to gain height!

You all right?

Hey, Captain!

All right, let's get this rebel out of here.

That's a mighty long drop, Captain.

You sure you know everything there is to know about running this balloon?

Maybe this man could help us.

All right, tie him up.

Now that we're up here, I suppose we should introduce ourselves.

- Captain Cyrus Harding. - Hey, Captain, look. Food!

This is Neb. Union soldier.

I'm Herbert Brown, Pennsylvania Infantry.

Watch it! Watch it! Don't all crowd to one side!

Hey, I know what uniform that is.

You're a Union war correspondent.

Very observant, young man.

Gideon Spilett, New York Herald.

- How much food in that box, Neb? - Enough for five days, ma ybe.

Four, if Mr. Spilett decides to sta y.

Well, that all depends, of course, on where you're headed.

Wherever the wind takes us, Mr. Spilett.

- [ Groans ] - Looks like your other guest is coming around.

You're m y prisoner. What's your name and rank?

- Sergeant Pencroft. - Regiment?

Conf ederate Army. That's all you get out of me.

Now listen, soldier, you ever seen a burial at sea?

Huh? Well, you're dressed f or one.

Onl y we're not over the sea, we're over land, and about a mile up.

It's a long way down, Sergeant.

What these warriors are trying to tell you, Sergeant,

is if you know anything about running this thing, you can stay.

Otherwise... pfft!

I can work it.

You mean you can bring this thing down anytime you like?

I can bring you down, but not necessarily alive.

The wa y this wind is running, we'd be smashed to a pulp when we hit land.

You offering parole? That's all, rebel.

All right, then. Now hear m y terms.

This gale is blowing due west.

Now ma ybe we could come down in your lines and maybe in mine.

Whichever it is, nobod y is anybod y's prisoner when we touch land.

You understand? We all go our own wa y, and we don't discuss politics.

Otherwise, Yankees— [ Laughs ]

you can just let this gale blow you to kingdom come.

All right, cut him loose.

Congratulations, Captain.

[ Harding Narrating ] This wasjust the beginning.

We escaped, but only into the clutches of the greatest storm in American history.

Below us, when we could still see through the patches of angry clouds,

were smashed cities and f orests torn out by their roots.

And finally, the Earth disappeared from our view.

We were prisoners of the wind, helpless in the storm's mighty grip.

And we wondered, how much longer would we remain aloft?

Would we ever set f oot on the Earth again?

Hey, Captain. Westward, Neb. Still westward.

Ah, it's been f our days.

Hey, looks like water.

[ Herbert ] Could be a lake.

[ Spilett ] Well, it's too big to be a river.

It's too big f or either.

Must be the ocean.

Pencroft, take us down. We'll have a closer look.

It can't be the Pacific.

It can't be anything else. You mean, we've been carried clear across America?

It looks like it. Hey, Captain.

Aren't we coming down awful f ast?

Pencroft, close the valve.

It's stuck!

We're gonna hit the water. We'll all drown.

Can't you do something?

Get your hands offthat rope! It's caught across the opening.

Someone's got to get up there! I'm goin' up!

No! Lighten the balloon! Chuck out the rest ofthe sandbags.

Hurry, Captain! Hurry!

The valve, Captain!

Turn that valve, Captain!

Hold on!

No! Not that way!

No!

[ Yells ]

Thankyou, Pencroft. I'm glad I decided to let you stay.

Not you, Captain. It's this valve baryou broke off.

[ Herbert ] Hey, we're not dropping anymore. No, I got it closed.

You closed it permanent. We can't go down any more.

This was the only control we had.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Ripping ]

[ Air Hissing ]

Captain, the balloon. It's tearing open.

[ Hissing Continues ] Everything! Throw out everything!

Throw out the food too? Food, clothes, everything goes!

We're still dropping, Mr. Spilett.

I suppose you'll want us to volunteer to go over the side next.

- [ Hissing Increases ] - Listen! Listen!

[ Crashing ] Sounds like waves breaking on a shore.

- Land! - Where?

Dead ahead. There!

[ Pencroft ] We'll never stay up long enough to get there.

Everybody up on the ring. Cut the basket loose.

What for? The man's right! Come on, get up!

There might be enough gas in the balloon to keep us afloat on the water.

Come on!

Come on, come on! Get up there!

I can't.

Now look, you climb oryou drown, soldier! Now get up there!

All right, start letting go of these ropes!

Captain!

I'm swimming in. You'd better not!

- That's the wa y I'm going! - No!

Captain Harding! Captain Harding!

Captain Harding! It's me, Neb!

[ Squawking ]

You seen anything, Neb?

No. How about you? Nothing.

We went about a mile beyond where he dropped off. Not a sign.

Maybe he's a little f urther up that way, huh? Not a hope.

He'd have to bejust about the best swimmer in the world to get up even this f ar.

It won't hurt us to try. He's drowned.

You got no right to say that, do you hear me?

Come on. Ma ybe Spilett's seen something from the rocks.

Oysters, gentlemen? How come you're not looking f or the captain, Mr. Spilett?

'Cause I'm looking for f ood instead.

Boy, did you ever see oysters that size before?

It's almost supernatural, isn't it? Look at him.

He's interested in food while the captain is still missing.

Take it easy, Neb. You won't find him— not alive, anywa y.

[ Pencroft ] I tell you he's drowned.

All right, Sergeant, help yourself . There, get your health back.

What,just raw like that? Sure. Wh y not?

No, thanks. [ Chuckles ]

Come on, boy. Eat up. Come on.

Hey, smoke!

Come on.

Captain Harding!

Captain, are you all right? Yeah.

I knew you was alive, Captain.

Hey, didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you?

Neb. Herbert.

You're all safe. Good.

Good morning, Captain. We missed you.

We would have f ound you sooner, Captain, ifyou hadn't hidden out in these rocks.

Hid out? Didn't you bring me here? No, sir. We sawyour fire.

I wasn't capable of lighting a fire, even if I'd had any matches.

And I hadn't. None of us had either.

I don't remember anything since I went under. Obviousl y. Neb.

He needs some hot f ood. Bring some ofthose coals...

and I'll cook up a giant oyster stew.

Where do you think this fire came from, ifthe captain didn't light it?

Ofcourse he lit it somehow. Hejust— Hejust don't remember, that's all.

One giant oyster stew special coming up.

Smells good. It is, son.

Oh, don't touch that, Captain. It's the seasoning. What is it?

Seaweed.

Hey, Captain, any idea where we are? No.

That wind must have taken us thousands of miles.

Fiji, maybe. Or New Zealand. Anywhere.

Anywhere. On the other hand, it could be nowhere.

Eh, Captain?

Gentlemen, we're gonna climb that.

What for, Captain, the exercise?

No, f or survival, Mr. Spilett.

From up there, we might be able to see where we are and how we can escape.

Escape to where this time?

On the way, we'll hunt and forage. We need meat and vegetables.

How will we kill the game? You threw our only guns away.

Herbert? Yes, sir?

You still got your knife? Yes, sir.

Good. Then you and Neb will be spear-makers. Pencroft.

You'll be the vegetable-finder.

I'm in the Conf ederate Arm y, not yours.

The arrangement was, once we landed, I stopped being your prisoner.

The agreement was, we'd go our own ways.

Now eitheryou come my wa y under my command oryou can f end for yourself.

All right. I'll find vegetables.

Good.

Oh, and, uh, don't try and eat any ofthe food you find...

until our cook's tasted it.

- And who is our cook? - You are.

I'm a civilian.

I don't have to take orders from you, whatever armyyou're in.

That's legally correct, Mr. Spilett.

But, uh, I was under the impression that you joined my command.

Joined? I was drafted.

Look, Captain, why don't we turn this island into a democracy...

and elect a leader,

one who won't keep escaping to places which need escaping from.

Because all of us here are still at war, Mr. Spilett,

and I just happen to be the ranking officer.

Still at war? All right, I'll cook.

I thought you would, Mr. Spilett.

I'm the butcher man. I'll keep you busy.

[ Yells ] Hey, take it easy!

[ Harding Narrating ] The landscape everywhere was a mixture of the strange and the beautiful—

volcanoes surrounded by tropical palms and sandy beaches.

A riot of wonderful hues and f antastic colors.

And except for that fire we found on the first day,

there was no evidence that man had ever set foot here bef ore.

We saw birds and many overgrown plants,

as if patches of nature had gone wild.

It was a rugged trek upwards.

Our physical condition caused us to tire readily.

And we were never sure of our footing.

Then finally, we came to the shore...

of what must have been the other side of the island.

So help me— whales!

Those aren't whales. The y're geysers.

Now we know where we can get a hot bath.

All right, gentlemen, we'll make this our rendezvous.

Now, Mr. Spilett, I'll take Neb. You take Pencroft and Herbert.

Take 'em where, Captain? To hunt f or food. Neb.

Look, the animals will wait. Let's take a swim.

Come on, Pencroft.

What—

[ Growls ]

[ Yelling ]

[ Yelling ] Captain!

Captain! [ Yelling ]

[ Yelling ]

Come down here! [ Yelling ]

[ Shouts ]

Don't let him get away! Pencroft, the rope! Come on! Come on!

[ Yelling ] Come on!

Pencroft, that rope!

All right. Get him.

Here, get ahold ofthis!

Come on. Pull!

Pull!

That's it.

Don't let him get away! [ Grunting ]

Hang on, Pencroft! Try and turn it over on its back.

Look after him, Spilett. Try and tip it over the edge.

Heave!

♪♪ [ Harmonica ]

That's the best crab I ever cooked.

We'd be more impressed, Mr. Spilett,

ifyou'd put it in the pot by yourself.

♪ Ahh ♪

Whoo-hoo! ♪♪ [ Harmonica ]

That's a mighty big crab.

Captain, how do you suppose it ever got that big? I'd like to know m yself .

From eating those giant oysters, obviously.

I guess I didn't help you much with it. You did all right, son.

No, I was scared.

It was the same with getting into the balloon.

I couldn't move till I was shot at.

One shot and my mind was made up too.

You don't understand. I ran awa y from a battle.

I've been running ever since. I got caught running away.

Son— [ Chuckles ]

your whole Union Army's been running f rom mine for the last three years.

Now we're running away from you. You needn't f eel special about it.

All right. We want to reach that crater bef ore nightf all.

[ Pencroft ] Just once more around the top, Captain.

Not too far. [ Herbert ] Too far for me.

[ Panting ] Oh, for the energy ofyouth.

All right, let's try a shortcut.

Give me the rope. You gonna lasso that, Captain?

Mr. Harding, permit me.

With pleasure, Mr. Spilett.

Don't you thinkyou ought to stick to newspaperwriting, Mr. Spilett?

Hey! [ Laughing ]

Ooh! Surprised you're so handy with a rope, Mr. Spilett.

Now you just watch a good balloonist climb one.

Uh-uh. You just watch a gentleman.

[ Laughing ] Hey.

Hey, he's doing it.

[ Bleating ] Good morning. Good morning!

- Hey, look what we got up here— giant mice. - [ All Laughing ]

[ Bleating ] [ Herbert ] Hey, there's some more!

Come on, Spilett. We're gonna try and catch some goats.

Get up there! Get up there!

Hey! He y! Yaah! [ Shouting ]

[ Bleats ] Hey, we can build a corral for these and keep them.

Yeah. There's nothing like cheese made from goat's milk.

Hey, would you like that, Captain? Very nice, Neb.

Hey, Captain, can you see anything over there?

This is an island, all right. Nothing but water all around.

Hardly more than a volcano pushed its way up out ofthe sea.

Harding! Harding! What?

Look! Out there!

[ Spilett ] It's a small boat! It must be!

Seems to be only drifting. Maybe we can use it to get awa y.

She's beautiful.

Better than that. She's alive.

How about this one, Captain? Yeah. She's alive too.

Well, here's one that isn't.

Thankyou.

I'm sorry. Thankyou.

Will you have some of my soup, madam? No, thank you.

- Are you English? - No, ma'am.

We're not English, we're Americans. Oh.

It's made of shellfish. A kind of French bouillabaisse.

There's onl y one kind of bouillabaisse. No.

Auntie, you must have something. Leave me alone, child.

- Are you in charge? - Yes, ma'am.

I take it that we're not in Marseilles,

in spite of what the gentleman offered us to eat.

No, ma'am. We're somewhere in the Pacific.

On an island, to be exact.

But surelyyou weren't on our ship.

We came by balloon.

I beg your pardon?

I said we came by- Please don't talk nonsense. I shall address myselfto you.

But he's right, ma'am. We were held in a Conf ederate prison...

and escaped in one oftheir observation balloons.

Yes. Yes, I'm quite sure of it. But we can't possibly stay here.

How soon ma y we leave?

Uh, well, I-I'm not quite sure, ma'am.

Oh, m y name. My name is Lady Mary Fairchild.

And this is my niece, Elena. Ma'am.

My name is Cyrus Harding, Captain ofthe United States Arm y Engineers.

I take it you've met these others?

But— But where's the sailor who was on our boat?

I'm sorry to have to tell you, ma'am, that's he's dead.

I see now.

Then how soon do you propose to leave?

Just as soon as we build a boat. I hope it will be soon.

Oh. We were traveling home from Valparaiso.

My brother, who is Elena's f ather, is British Consul in Chili.

He didn't want her to make this vo yage,

but I promised him she would be safe.

How- How are you, my dear?

I'm much better, thank you, Auntie.

But I think we're both a little tired, don't you? Y-Yes.

Yes, of course. So if you will excuse us, gentlemen.

All right, gentlemen.

Gentlemen! We'll sleep out here.

Each of us will take a two-hourwatch on guard.

I'll stand first. Neb, you next. Yes, sir.

Tomorrow, we'll find timber f or the boat.

One of us will stay here with the women. I'll stay.

I thought you'd volunteer f or that.

Neb, you'll stay. Yes, sir.

This is magnificent country.

A man could write an inspired novel in a place like this.

Yeah. Yeah, that looks like a good stand of timber up there.

A suppl y of fresh water down here.

Pencroft, fill the cask. Now, look, I'm not—

Yes, sir.

Maybe we ought to move over to this side of the island permanently, Captain.

You read m y mind, Herbert.

I think we ought to take a look down here on the beach first.

See if there's a good place where we can build and launch the boat.

How do you expect to cut down trees this size with a stone ax?

By putting our backs into it, Mr. Spilett.

[ Herbert ] What a spooky place this is.

Looks like someone hung down ropes. No, those are vine creepers.

The y might have been hung there all the same, to climb up.

Who'd want to climb up there?

Who saved the captain? Who built his fire?

Maybe it grew there naturally. Vines don't grow out ofsolid rock.

Feels strong enough to take a man's weight.

You stay down here. I'll take a look.

[ Chittering ]

[ Fluid Sloshing ]

[ Harding ] 'ʻAnd so I have decided that a life such as this...

'ʻis no longer worth living.

'ʻI therefore bequeath all my worldly possessions...

'ʻto whosoever shall discover my remains.

"A curse upon the brigands who abandoned me here to suffer and to die.

"Signed, Thomas Ayrton,

August 1 3, 1 862."

I'd trade all his worldl y possessions for one good ax.

- I wonderwhy he never drank this up. - Probably was a teetotaler.

Well, it tastes, uh— It smells mighty good.

Ifyou're still looking for a story to write,

there's a great one in that diary f or you, Mr. Spilett.

You know, Herbert, you're right.

Thomas Ayrton, honest seaman, falls in with a gang ofcutthroat pirates...

and is cast away by them on this mysterious island.

With his tongue cut out, so he can no longer reveal their secrets.

Alone, he degenerates into animal savagery.

And finall y, disgusted with his bestiality,

insane with hunger for the human company-

Oh,just a minute now, Mr. Spilett.

Isn't all thatjust a little, uh, flowery?

Well, that's what the reading public wants today, Mr. Harding.

He hangs himself from the rafters ofa prehistoric cave.

The death of an ex-pirate.

- Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. - What's wrong with you?

Up theJoll y Roger!

♪ Fifteen men on a dead man's chest ♪♪

He's been swizzlin' this stuff.

This is our place, and everythin' in it.

[ Fluid Sloshing ] Says so in his diary.

[ Pencroft Laughing ]

Ah, that's quite true, Pencroft.

This is ideal.

Perfect shelter, perfect safety.

And a fine place from which to carry out our boat building operations.

And, if I ma y say so, gentlemen,

solid as a rock.

[ Harding Narrating ] We called our new place 'ʻThe Granite House."

But our proudest achievement was the construction of a homemade elevator.

A real engineering feat.

It made it easier for us to bring in whatever provisions we could find.

We attempted to equip the place with as many modern conveniences as we knew how.

The women added a f ew welcome feminine touches...

which turned the cave into a home,

while we went off to tend to the otherwork.

There was timber to cut for the boat which had to be built.

None of it was easy.

We lived like primitive men, using primitive implements.

But ingenuity and hard work were our most valuable tools...

in our struggle to survive.

One tree down, but it took us days.

And whateverwe did accomplish, we still lacked many things that would make life bearable.

But then, one afternoon, Neb found something at the water's edge.

[ Pencroft ] Hey, Captain, these knots are tied sailor fashion.

- Hey! - Look there!

Captain, rifles. Breach loaders. And ammunition.

[ Neb ] Hey, Captain, what's in this box?

It's a compass. Charts.

Uh? And a sextant. We'll be able to find out where we are.

There are hammers, saws, nails.

Hey, ladies, look at this. Plenty of pots and pans. [ Laughs ]

Also a looking glass. And hairpins. Ohh!

Hey, a telescope. Man, there's nothing this chest ain't got.

Whoever packed this certainly knew what we needed.

And exactly what we ought to read.

The Lif e and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe.

Sorry. It's mighty nice of you to do this for me, Elena.

I intend to do it f or all of you. It's part of myjob.

Captain Harding's orders.

Front, please.

Mr. Spilett.

Thankyou. A few of the comforts ofcivilization...

make life quite bearable, don't they?

That depends on how many comf orts one's been used to.

Well, I'd sayyou'd never done yourself badly, ma'am. Why should I?

But don't let that mislead you. I'm the best shot in the county,

and I think I could outride you at any time, Mr. Spilett.

Probably outdrinkyou as well.

That's something we must put to the test at a later date, ma'am.

At the moment, m y main comf ort is your presence.

I'm not in much ofa hurry to leave this island now.

Well, I'm delighted to have met you, Mr. Spilett.

I'd be even more delighted if I knew where we were.

Well, have you finished your calculations, Captain?

Yes, ma'am. We're here.

Thirty-six degrees south, 1 53 degrees west.

How interesting.

Now I shall be able to say to my friends, "Do you know Mr. Spilett?

'ʻWe ran into each other 36 degrees south, 1 50 degrees west.

So much more intriguing than the usual places."

And the closest large bod y of land is New Zealand.

New Zealand! How convenient.

I have a cousin twice removed. He serves in the Colonial Office there.

Really? Well, in that case, ma'am,

you'll be delighted to know that you're only...

1 ,800—

and 73 miles away from him.

You work too hard, Captain. Harder than any of us.

Don't you ever think ofanything else?

I will, ma'am, as soon as we get offthis island.

Oh, Lady Mary, uh, do you think that that sea chest...

could have come from your shipwreck?

I don't think so.

Nobody had any time to pack anything.

Hey, Captain, you seen this lettering?

N-A-U— Nautilus!

Here, let me see that.

You're right. It must be from the Nautilus.

You mean the submarine? Captain Nemo's ship.

What a story that was. You remember, Lady Mary?

No, I'm afraid I don't. Possibl y it was during the hunting season.

Well, it made the headlines in New York and London for weeks.

This Nemo with his... submarine, did you call it?

Was he a man ofsome notoriety?

He was a monster, madam. A devil.

What do you mean he was a devil? He was a genius.

Any man who could live underwater like a fish—

Under what? Underwater, ma'am.

This submarine was powered with some incredible method he'd invented himself.

Nothing on the surface could escape from it.

Precisely, Mr. Spilett. And he used it to destroy ships without warning.

Only warships, Captain. He had a kink about war, Lad y Mary.

A very sensible kink. He hated it.

Captain, what language is this?

It's Latin. 'ʻMihi Libertas necessest."

"I must have liberty."

[ Snapping ]

Did he find it, Mr. Spilett?

His submarine was reported lost offthe coast of Mexico about eight years ago, with all hands.

Then this chest has been floating in the sea for eight years.

Do you reall y believe it has, Captain?

[ Bleating ]

I'm tired.

At your age? Ridiculous.

I'm tired ofworking. What do you want, a servant?

So do I. If you find one, send her to me.

The next, you can keep foryourself.

But, in the meantime, we'll go on working like the others.

Mr. Spilett thinks we've been overworked too. He's gone fishing.

He has?

Well, better hope that Captain Harding doesn't find out.

[ Sighs ]

Mary, run! Run!

[ Screeching ]

- [ Squawks ] - [ Screams ]

[ Squawking ]

[ Bleating ] [ Screaming ]

Hey, Neb, hold it.

[ Squawks ]

[ Screaming ] [ Squawks ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screams ]

Come on, Pencroft! I'll get him!

No, wait! Not here! You'll hit Herbert.

[ Gunshot, Faint ]

You all right?

I wonder how many minutes it would take to cook in a slow oven.

Boy, it cuts like butter. It tastes delicious too!

Yeah. I guess yesterday this bird would have said the same thing about you.

[ All Laughing ] Ow!

What's the matter?

It might not have swallowed you, Mr. Spilett, but it sure enough ate rocks.

That doesn't look like a rock. It isn't. That's a bullet.

Here, none of us fired a shot at the bird.

No. I tried, but the gun jammed.

Well, this is what killed it all the same.

We'd have heard a shot, wouldn't we? Not necessarily.

Might've happened when the bird crashed through the fence.

I might have figured it wasn't my knife.

Just didn't feel right the wa y the bird fell under me.

You risked your life for me, Herbert. And I'll never forget that.

Yes. That's right, Herbert.

Had it not been foryou, Mr. Spilett would still be on the inside cutting out,

instead ofon the outside cutting in, huh? [ All Laughing ]

Lady Mary turned out to be quite handy with a needle and thread.

She was able to make goatskins into clothing for the men...

and fashioned a trim garment for Elena.

I don't know how I let you talk me into it.

Everyone's going to say it's far too short.

Herbert won't. No, he certainly won't.

Come here.

I've, uh— I've decided to marry him.

Oh, and what has he decided?

Well, don't sound so surprised. After all, m y mother was already married by my age.

That was on the Continent.

But don't you realize, Auntie, we'll never get offthis island?

Then you have time to wait.

But Herbert doesn't want to wait. Doesn't he?

And neither do I. Well, I'm afraid you'll have to.

Now, go off and tend to your goats.

[ Bleating ]

I'm going to ask Captain Harding to marry us.

That'd be wonderful if he were onl y a minister. But he's not.

Well, he's a captain. And captains can marry people at sea.

He's a land captain, not a sea captain.

Well, we're on land, aren't we?

Herbert?

What's the matter? I don't know. It looks like honey.

It is honey. Did you ever visit a beehive?

It's a honeycomb. It can't be. It's too big.

It can't be anything else.

Come on. Let's go get some seashells and we'll take some back for the others.

[ Loud Buzzing ]

Come on.

Get in the honeycomb.

What's it doing? I don't know.

It's sealing us in.

Hey, Captain! A sail, a sail!

[ Pencroft ] We're gonna be saved! We're gonna be saved!

- The y're right. Look. - Hey, Captain, shall we light the signal fires now?

- [ Spilett ] Yeah. Come on! - Hold it.

We'll take a look at it through the telescope first.

What's the matter, Captain? Don't you wanna be saved?

It's coming this wa y, whatever we do.

Let's go. Stop!

Now, come on. Get up to Granite House.

Wait a minute. Hand me some more.

What for?

From the sea chest, remember? I took these out.

Move back.

It's heavily armed.

And it's fl ying the skull and crossbones.

Do you think it's the same pirates Ayrton wrote about in his diary?

If it is, it's the same ones who cut out his tongue and left him here to die.

We wouldn't get much mercy from them ifthey find us.

Now you two get down on the beach and camouflage the boat.

When you come back here, get this inside and out ofsight.

Spilett, stack the ammunition.

Elena's out there with Herbert. We must go and find them.

Now don't worry, ma'am. The boy's a soldier.

If he sees a gang ofcutthroats armed like that, he'll know enough to take cover.

Now, we're going to load and stack the rifles.

- [ Cries Out ] - Elena!

[ Cries Out ]

Elena, are you all right?

What is it?

Some kind ofship.

I've never seen anything like it before. Come on. Let's get on it.

Hello? [ Voice Echoing ]

[ Ticking Sound ]

Is anybody there? [ Echoes ]

Come on.

[ Ticking Continues ]

Hello? Anybody there?

Let's take a look. No, we better not.

Come on.

But, Herbert, didn't Mr. Spilett say the Nautilus was sunk...

eight years ago offthe coast of Mexico? Yeah, he did.

Then what is it doing here? I don't know.

[ Cracks Knuckles ]

♪♪ [ Organ ] Herbert! Don't!

Let's get out of here.

How do we get out?

- Over there. - That wasn't there before.

Maybe the tide came out or something. Come on, let's swim for it.

Neb!

[ Harding ] How man y are there? Onl y three.

They're taking out casks.

They must be going forwater.

We can take 'em, Captain. What, and bring all the rest ofthem ashore?

No, thanks. We'll sit this one out quietly.

What are they doing now? They're going towards the boat.

Do you think they'll find it? I don't know.

- Lady Mary, another rifle. - Yes, sir.

[ Speaking In Native Tongue ]

[ Native Tongue ]

[ Cannon Firing ]

[ All Cheering ]

Hey, Captain, look! It's sinking.

[ Spilett ] What do you suppose happened? I don't know.

Something must have blown up on her.

Come on. We better get back fast.

[ Gasps ]

Run, Elena.

Put that down.

All right, we'll split up. Spilett, you take the west side. Neb, you go inland.

Very well, soldier. Hang on to it if it gives you comfort.

Just don't throw it.

How do you do, Captain Harding? I'm Captain Nemo.

Nemo?

How did you know m y name? Did you tell him?

It wasn't necessary. I've known about you all for months now.

From the day I carried you ashore.

You were the one who built the fire.

The man who fired the mystery bullet.

Someone had to kill that bird.

Her ladyship's, uh, gun jammed.

Dojoin us, Lady Mary. I'm not quite the ogre I appear.

Do you usually dress up like that to frighten young ladies?

No, not to frighten young ladies- to breathe underwater.

You see, I do much of my work out there.

So we've heard. Like sinking ships and drowning innocent men.

Surely, you don't object to my having placed an explosive charge...

to that pirate ship to drown them, do you?

You see, Harding? I told you he was a genius and not a devil.

Listen, Captain Nemo, I'm from The New York Herald.

I reported your story eight years ago. I know you.

I've read some of your dispatches. You specialize in war news, don't you?

You supply the ink, the soldiers supply the blood.

I bet that was his place we just came from.

Yes.

There's a big iron ship in a flooded grotto. Elena and I were just aboard.

- The Nautilus, here? - What's left of it.

Well, that's wonderful. That means we can get off- No, you can't.

Ifyou're hoping to use my vessel to leave this island,

don't, because she can never take to sea again.

Why have you sta yed hidden from us all this time?

Because contact with m y own species has always disappointed me.

Solitude gives me freedom of mind...

and independence ofaction.

Wh y have you picked this particular time to interrupt this solitude?

I'll tell you.

'Cause your behavior, gentlemen and ladies,

in a struggle for survival has been quite admirable.

Now I'm satisfied that I can use your resourcefulness.

You see, that volcano is on the verge oferuption.

A catastrophe of nature will soon turn this island into cinders.

In short, Captain Harding, I need your help, as much as you need mine.

Onlyyou don't have much choice ifyou want to live.

Now, you listen to me. We're not going to do anything because ofyour threats.

We have every intention ofgoing on living.

If, however, you care to share the boat we're building, I think that might be arranged.

Thankyou. But it wouldn't be finished in time.

Also, it would be too small for my- my needs.

Fortunately, the ship that will carry us all into safety is already waiting for us...

out there.

My last bottle.

Another pressing reason for moving out soon.

Captain Nemo, ifwe ever do get offthis island,

I'd like to write your life story.

Yes. Whatever does a man do on an island like this for eight years?

Depends on the man. I did what I've always done—

devoted m y strength to destroying the concept ofwarfare.

Your profession, Captain Harding.

Well, considering the ships and crews that you've sunk without mercy,

you can't disturb my conscience.

Can't I? [ Chuckles ]

What I did was in the name of peace.

Yourwar- like all wars—

glories in devastation and death.

No, my war will set men free.

That's a struggle that belongs to all men, don't you think?

Just how have you been able to carry out your crusade, Captain,

without the Nautilus in operation?

A good question, Mr. War Correspondent.

It'll please Captain Harding to know it did not entail the sinking ofwarships.

So, instead, I've been conducting experiments in horticultural physics.

Horti-what?

Experiments that will guarantee mankind...

an inexhaustible food supply.

[ Chuckles ] Yes. Surelyyou've seen the results.

- Hey, that crab! - And the honeycomb.

The giant oysters you devoured.

The bird that almost devoured you.

You see, with the Nautilus, I was merel y attacking the weapons of war.

But now, I've conquered the causes:

famine and economic competition.

Imagine wheat growing 40-feet high. And sheep the size ofcattle.

When I've delivered my designs and apparatus to the world,

m y work will be over.

So that's what you meant when you said the boat we're building wouldn't be big enough.

- That is right. - Now, look.

You said that volcano was due to erupt in the next few days.

We got time tojust sit and talk?

Not really. But I should like to ifyou don't mind.

You see, I want to make it clear to you all...

that there is more than just saving our lives which interests me.

I must take the results of m y work back to civilization.

Now, to do this, I realized I needed a ship of size, like that pirate vessel.

And that's whyyou sent it to the bottom?

How would you dispose ofa crew of violent men in one stroke?

Do you actually believe you can refloat a ship of that size?

I planted that charge to damage her only in one small section.

I have the necessary equipment to raise her.

And you all will supply the manpower.

To your very good health. You will need it.

Well, Captain Harding, aren't you ready to dance with the devil now?

Show me the pumps and the power to raise that ship,

and then you'll have seven new waltz partners.

Very well.

Have a look.

[ Whirring ]

This bottle, like a ship, floats because it is filled with air.

Now make a hole in either- as I did in that pirate vessel—

the air is displaced by water,

and the bottle, like the ship, sinks to the bottom.

Therefore, when we've set a patch over the damaged section of the hull,

we can pipe air into it through a pipeline...

which we construct from bamboo.

Now, the pressurized air entering here drives the water out ofthe hold,

which becomes afloat,

and as it does so the ship will rise to the surface.

Now, f abricating the patch, bolting it into place,

making sure that all sections ofthe hull are airtight, including the hatchways,

are thejobs you will have to do underwater.

I'll train you and equip you for it.

Theoretically, it should work. Theoretically, we'll be dead if it doesn't.

Although Captain Nemo was confident, I was extremely doubtful.

Nevertheless, under his direction, we cut bamboo for the pipeline.

Nemo told us where there were rubber trees.

The women gathered the sap to seal the pipe connections.

And we laboriously manufactured a large, wooden patch,

according to Nemo's specifications.

We were to use it to repair the hull ofthe damaged pirate ship.

Even Spilett worked hard on the raft we would need.

Lady Mary and Elena arduously applied the sealing substance,

joining the lengths of bamboo, which had to be stretched from the Nautilus's engine room,

through tortuous rocky areas, to the water's edge and beyond.

Then Nemo gave us underwater gear he kept aboard his submarine.

Breathing apparatus had been fabricated out of giant seashells.

We had to learn how to walk with lead-weighted shoes on the seabed...

and to withstand the pressures of the water's depth.

Nemo then showed us the incredible electric gun he had invented...

for protection against the dangers of the deep.

While learning to breathe and walk on the sea floor,

Nemo showed us the remains of an ancient city in a f orgotten civilization.

We could see that once before, a volcano had erupted,

decreeing the death of all who are now entombed in this weird, sunken citadel.

Herbert, these aren't finished here.

Well, we ought to be able to fit the patch tomorrow morning.

Is that it? Is it starting now?

I was wrong. There won't be enough time.

Man, look at it. It's terrifying.

We've lost the race.

Still, there is always a small chance it will subside.

I suggest we take cover in the Nautilus... and hope.

When the lava comes we'll just be trapped here, won't we?

Yeah, well, how soon will that be?

Will it really help to know?

Two hours. Two hours, then.

Aren't we able to do anything to save ourselves?

There's nothing that can be done.

Is this the infinitely resourceful genius you told me about?

A man who says let yourself be trapped and die without even lifting a finger!

I don't believe nothing can be done. I don't believe it.

Lady Mary, I'm a realist.

Captain Harding, is he right?

Have we worked so hard and gone through all this to be told there's no hope?

He's like you, a man of faith, not of reason.

[ Hissing ]

Captain.

Captain, come here, please.

I got an idea.

Herbert. Now look. Look.

Say this is the envelope ofthe balloon that brought us here.

It would onl y take about a half hour to repair.

Now then, we attach it to the bamboo pipeline,

then we place it inside the hull ofthe sunken ship.

It would take maybe, what, another hour.

Then with the pumps ofthe Nautilus, we force air into the balloon cloth,

which becomes a huge air bubble and floats to the surface, bringing the ship with it.

Now it must work.

Just possible, if the fabric will hold the pressure.

Well, if there's a chance, we've got to try.

B y heaven, it is a chance.

Captain Harding, get the underwater equipment.

And you better take the women with you.

I'll sta y to operate the pump and to assemble my equipment.

When this needle zeros, I'll know the ship is afloat.

Right, we'll be back f oryou.

Pencroft!

Neb, signal Nemo, or none of us will get out of here.

[ Machine Whirring ]

The air's coming through, Captain. Can you hear it?

She's up! We've done it, Captain!

[ Cheering ] All right. Come on. We've got to get the women on board...

and get back for Nemo!

[ Harding ] We deeply regretted we could not save the life of the man who'd saved ours.

A man who'd dedicated himself to ending strif e among men.

And when we returned to civilization,

we all pledged ourselves to working f or a peaceful and bountiful world,

as Captain Nemo would have it.