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We've now come to a standout piece,
lot number 50.

18 YEARS AGO

The piece you've all been waiting for.

A fantastic piece.
Adorned with maps from 1570

and remained in the possession
of master cartographer Mercator until 1594.

Exceptional about this work
are also the gilded edges.

It's a collection of maps with a masterful
precision that was far ahead of its time.

And for this lot, we start at 30,000 euros.

I see 30,000 at the front.
30,000 to the man in the turtleneck.

The atlas!

Captain.

Is that the atlas?

Come on. Step on it.
- Dammit, Zeppos!

Come on!

Are you okay, Captain?
- Eyes on the road.

Hold on!

ZEPPOS
THE MERCATOR TRAIL

PRESENT DAY

Hi, Benji!

DRUNK HOUSEWIVES CLUB

Hey, Benji.
- Good morning.

Hi, Benji.

Thanks.
- Bye.

We're settling your father's estate today.

There you go.

So once I sign this,
that means he's...

officially dead?

Legally speaking, your father has been dead
for over ten years, Mr Kurrel.

This is strictly about your inheritance.

And why did my mum refuse it?

Sometimes the next of kin won't accept
that the person isn't coming back.

We often see that in prolonged
missing persons cases. And your mother...

It killed her.

I know.
- And now you're eighteen...

so you are authorised to sign.

Right...

And this is what it was all about.

There we are.

ATLAS by G. MERCATOR
PUBLISHED IN 1570

What did you expect, Benji?

Just some old junk.

No junk.

Beautiful authentic book.

Shit.

Sorry.

Come on.

It doesn't accept foreign cards.

Thanks.

And erm... what class you got now?

Severijns.

Oh. Fancy that. Me too.

You're doing archaeology?

Yes, I'm a free student.

So you're free to go, aren't you?

Slien?

Severijns is off sick.
It says so on the timetable.

Nice try, Kurrel, but class is happening.

Shit.

Look at it this way.
You're free too now.

Yes, free to go to the library.

The library?
- Yes. I need to work on my paper.

Hold on. Are you writing
a paper about old books?

No, this is one of my sources.

You can do research online.
Wikipedia has sources, too.

Tell you what. I'll help you. But...

At an outdoor café. My shout.
- No, Benji.

Do you know who those online sources are?

Anyone can write things on there.

By the way... I happen to have
an old book like that at home.

I bet that pickup line works every time.

I mean it. Take a look.

My dad collected that sort of stuff.

Anyone can grab that photo off the internet.
- Whatever.

Shit. Er... Sorry, don't mind the mess.
I'm still settling in.

Does your father work at a museum?
- No, he used to be a geologist.

Collecting was his hobby.
- And you didn't inherit his interests?

Unfortunately, I've had to make do
with his irresistible looks.

An atlas by Mercator?

Is he famous then?

Famous?
He's the man who mapped the whole world.

All world maps we use today
are based on his techniques.

Do you want it? I have no use for it.

But... you will have
to buy me a beer in return.

I wish I had a dad like yours.

You mean a father who disappears off the
face of the earth before you're even born?

Awesome dude.

I didn't know about that.
- No worries.

I'll borrow it.

As in 'we'll have to meet up again so you
can give it back'? That kind of borrowing?

Don't get any crazy ideas, Kurrel.

Leaving already?
Can I offer you a drink? I've got...

Milk.

Good for the bones.

Maybe some other time.

All right.

Yes, the lock's gone. Drilled out, I think.

No, it will need a completely new lock.

Can you get here asap, please?

Thank you.

Hello.

Ben Kurrel?
- Benjamin.

Right.

Did you call for a locksmith?
- Wow, you're fast.

Yes.

Not much traffic.

Who let you in?
- Had a party?

I wish. I was burgled.

Yes... They turned the place inside out.

Did anything get stolen?

No. It's odd. They've left everything.
My computer, monitors, tablets...

I mean... Anything of value?

They are of v...

Sorry.
- Sure.

Yo.

This is the locksmith.
You called earlier about an emergency?

I didn't write down your house number.
We can be there in half an hour.

Mr Kurrel?
Can we meet you in half an hour?

Hello?

I hear that nowadays
burglars have an interest...

in antiques.

Even in old...

books.

Who are you and what do you want?

Young man, what you are holding there
rather awkwardly, is a kirpan.

A lovely piece but merely ceremonial.

So by no means sharp.

Don't.

I said...

don't.

Oh.

Sharp after all.

I'm calling the police.
- Let me introduce myself.

My name is Zeppos.
- Whatever. Still calling the police.

The burglars were looking
for one of your father's books.

An atlas. Medieval, leather cover?
- How do you know about that?

Did they take it?
- I lent it to someone.

To whom?

Slien.

Come on.

Come on, Slien. Pick up, pick up.
Come on, Slien.

Pick up.

Slien!

Slien!

Slien!

Kurrel?
- Oh, thank God.

What are you doing here?

Is it so hard to answer your phone?

I was reading.

I was burgled. They wanted the book.
I was afraid they'd been here, too.

Do they know I have it?

Oh right, they don't.

What was that?

They do now.

Sorry.

What the fuck.

This way.
- My monowheel.

Leave it.
- Oh, shit.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

Benji.

Fuck.

Excuse us.

Faster.

Who were they?
- Bigger book freaks than you are.

Here, I don't want it anymore.

Shit, that obviously only works in movies.

Oh no.

Shit, shit, shit.

Faster.

Faster, faster.

Can't she go to the library
like everyone else?

This way.

Jump in.

No way. Come.

Who was that?
- No, no, no.

Jump in, I said.
- Come.

There's no door.
- In the back.

Slien.
- Benji, who is he?

Who is he?

Give me that atlas.
- How much is it worth then?

What a fool is willing to pay for it.

Good thing I put it for sale online then.

The burglars aren't after money.
- Whatever. Let's go, Slien.

Come on. Push it up. Turn it.
- How does this thing work?

There's a handle on it, so why pull it?

Right.
- No, no. Hold on.

If you want it so badly,
you'll have to tell me why.

Look...

Not only did Mercator create that atlas.
He kept it his whole life.

So it's worth even more?

Mercator left small comments
in some of his books.

Annotations. Crumb trails.
- A crumb trail to what?

May I?

Take a good look.

A sheep.

No. The Golden Fleece.

This is from a Greek myth, right?

Correct. The fleece of a golden ram.

You believe that really exists?

Follow me.

I have a remarkable document here.

Look, a letter by Mercator
addressed to Emperor Charles VI.

Geez. How long have you been working on this?
- He mentions a solar eclipse.

That's insignificant.
He talks about the Golden Fleece.

Charles VI was in possession of the Fleece.

Excuse me.

Alchemy? No way.
- What?

Mercator writes that the Fleece
mentions the formula to make gold.

The formula to make gold?

If this Mercator was able to make gold,
then why can't we do that anymore today?

Because the emperor wanted
to keep it secret.

Exactly.
- It's obvious.

But being a scientist, Mercator wanted
to share this knowledge with the world,

so Charles VI had to silence him, he...

He even sent the Inquisition after him.
- The what?

The Inquisition?
A kind of Catholic faith police.

If you thought or believed differently, you
could be arrested, tortured or even murdered.

Thank you.
- They sound like fun.

The Inquisition even locked Mercator up,
but he didn't keep quiet.

And that's why...

That's why Mercator hid small clues
about the Fleece in his work.

In his maps.
- His books.

Yes.

The Golden Fleece
is still hidden somewhere.

Mercator's crumb trail can lead us to it.

That's why I would like
to search that atlas for clues.

You can buy it.
What is the fool willing to pay for it?

You lent it to me. So until I return it,
I'll decide what I do with it.

You didn't want
anything to do with it earlier.

Right. But now I do.

I can help. I study history.

No, no, no. I work alone.

Fine. I'll do some exploring of my own then.

You know what? It's fine, Mr Zeppos.

It's Captain.
- Captain?

Yes.

Whatever. You can use my book
to look for your sheep.

But only if Slien and I can come.

Right.

But at your own risk.

Get in.

Wow.

Slien...
- Isn't it lovely?

Slien.
- What?

An old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
What if he's a serial killer?

Benji, don't be silly.

Here you go.
- Thank you.

Hey. Guys!

How does this thing work?

Your Majesty.

Welcome to the Molenhoeve.

Anything to drink? A cup of tea?

Oh yes, lovely.

Welcome to antiquity.

Isn't it lovely?

Sorry.

Hey, buddy.

That's not a toy.

So... We are supposed
to find something in here.

Yes, perhaps in the margins.
A small annotation or something.

Perhaps a circled word.

Sugar, miss?
- No, thank you.

Emergency services,
which service do you require?

Slien.
- From Celine?

Celine?

Yes. Like Dion.

Here you are.

Wait.

It looks like
something used to be written here.

In menses sine sole...

scripsi saxo ostium fluminis.

In menses,
is that with an e or i at the end?

In the months without sun,
I wrote by the stone

at the river's estuary.
- That works, too.

The months without sun...

In his letter, Mercator mentioned
a solar eclipse. Could that be it?

No.
- No.

At the river's estuary...

Rupelmonde perhaps.
Mercator's birthplace.

And the Inquisition locked him up there.
- Yes. In the Graventoren. For eight months.

In the months without sun.
- Hold on. Time-out. What?

Rupelmonde.
- Rupelmonde.

Rupel-what?

Whoa, whoa. Hold on.

We're not going
there in that museum piece, are we?

No problem.

Let me introduce you.
This is Luna. This is Ilios.

No way.

No problem. Excuse me.

Oldtimer.

Just like me.

Definitely no way.

How rude.
- Shall I get out and give you a push?

By the way,
Zeppos isn't a Flemish name, is it?

My name is actually Stephorst. Jan Stephorst.

Hold on. So what is
the whole Captain Zeppos lark about?

Young man, you should never ask a captain
where, when and how he got his rank.

Those who have dared to ask,
didn't live to tell the tale.

That's what we say, anyway.

It's down there, Ben.

The name's Benjamin.
- Yeah, yeah.

Only the dungeons are authentic.
The tower was built after Mercator's day.

What's wrong?

You can manage without me, can't you?
I erm...

There's no 5G down there.

I should stay up here
in case I need to look something up.

All right already. Go.
- Yes.

Good luck.

What is 5G?

No network.

Oh, right. Of course.

Are you okay, Celine?
- Yes.

Come. Come.

Captain?
- What?

'Gerardus Mercator was held captive
here in 1543.'

In this cell.

Hang on. Can I get some light?

Is it working?

Wait... No.

Have you got a hair grip?

What are we looking for exactly, Captain?

More light...

How did you...?

Three workouts a week.
- Oh.

And one of the bars is missing.

In the months without sun,

I wrote by the stone...

Perhaps something is written on a stone?
- Stones galore.

Yes.

Over here.
- What?

G.M.

Gerardus Mercator.

Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay.

Come on, Benji. Faster, faster, faster.

I can feel something.

Oh my God.

Faster, faster.

Too fast.

Not good. We need to go. The fast one
and the beefcake are here. Come.

What beefcake?
- That's not important now.

Too late.

The other way.
- Is that possible?

Come on.

Faster.

I can see light, guys.

Oh... Such a beefcake.

Did you find something?

Did you lose something?

Wait, wait.
- Benji.

This is all we've found.

Captain!

Captain, Captain! Captain, it's all right.

Stay there. It'll be fine. Call an ambulance.

Yes.
- I'm okay, I'm okay.

A little jolt does no harm.
It's good for the heart even.

What is that?
- Her necklace.

Is that the sheep?
- We've lost our clue though.

Because of him.
- We haven't lost anything.

Built-in camera. Look.

Hey.
- Beata Maria... The Virgin Mary.

Domus... Home. And...

Vlassenbrouck.

That's not far from here.

Here.
- Hey.

But... What if those two come after us again?

No one is forcing you to come.

It's the Golden Fleece again.
- And a Fleur-de-Lis cross.

You used to see that on coats of arms
but never alongside the Golden Fleece.

Look, we are about here.

And this is Vlassenbroek.
- Yes.

A good map can tell you everything.

Except how to fold it.
- There's an engraving.

It's too small to read.

A satnav is much easier.

Turn left.
- We had to take a left.

No entry road, Ben.
- The name is Ben-ja-min.

In 100 metres, turn left...

Turn left.
- That was a driveway.

Look, Vlassenbroek is there.
We need to go left.

Left, you say?
- Yes, look.

All right, we'll go left.
- Great.

No.

Here we are.

This is a way to get there, too.
- Sure.

If we don't sink.

Here you go.

Guys, please.

Look. Over there. Vlassenbroek.

I knew we had to turn left.

Need some privacy?

Benji.

Sorry.

What exactly are we looking for, Captain?

Something inconspicuous.

Something inconspicuous?
- Yes.

And?

Nothing.

What do you mean?

The statue is made of plaster.
It's not even old.

Are your specs telling you that?
- Yes, they are.

This church was destroyed
during the Iconoclastic Fury.

It was only rebuilt in 1603.
That's ten years after Mercator's death.

We won't find anything.
- Ben?

Benjamin.
- Yes.

You still got that photo?
- Of course I do.

There. Careful, eh.
- Sure.

Perhaps
there was something on the reverse.

No, no, there was nothing on there.
I checked. I did.

The photo isn't clear enough.
- Not...

Sixteen megapixels, dude.

So...

not enough.

Right... So no crumbs in Vlassenbroek.

Perhaps it was the solar eclipse. There was
one on 18th April 1539. It's on Wikipedia.

Stop going on about the solar eclipse.
- Yes, and Wikipedia.

Okay, then let's call it quits.
That Mercator trail is leading nowhere.

Then why are we being followed?

Can I have that?

May I have this dance?

Celine.

Sorry.

VALUABLE MERCATOR ATLAS
STOLEN AT AUCTION

I've found him,

without the atlas.

He wasn't alone by the way.

This is Celine Sleyp and Benjamin Kurrel.
- Kurrel...

So they're on to something.

Exsurge domine

etjudica causam tuam...

Touché.

Arise, oh Lord,
and judge your own case?

Touché.
- Benji.

The motto of the Inquisition.

The Inquisition?
But that dates back to the 16th century.

Touché.
- Oh, Benji...

Guys...

Not bad.

I didn't even warm up.

Hey!

Take it outside.

Happy now?

Touché.

Celine, come and take a look.

The small blue piece here at the bottom...

It's a different metal.
- I believe that belongs to me.

The Flemish backcountry.

So it still exists.

Mr Stephorst. Finally, we meet.

Our paths crossed once at an auction,
I believe. Do you remember?

But in the end, I always win.

Victor Barral.
But you can call me Mr Barral.

Not my phone.

Will we find everything in here?
Or is there more?

Never mind.

We'll find out no matter what.

Oh, will you?

Are you going to pull out
the thumbscrews again, perhaps?

Thumbscrews, the stake...

We have moved with the times, Mr Stephorst.

The days of the Inquisition are long gone.

You can't dictate
what people have to think anymore.

People think for themselves now.

People live in the illusion
that they think for themselves.

Meanwhile, half the world owns
a Barral Technologies smartphone,

they use my search engines,
my social media...

And who determines what they see on there?

Who determines what people think?
Who determines what people do?

The formula to make gold
can change the world.

It shouldn't remain a secret.

Are you going to hand out gold nuggets then?

The price of gold would soon plummet.
I don't need to tell you that.

And you might be able to fool that
young man outside that you're an idealist,

but we both know better.

I er...

I have a cramp.

I don't think so.
- Cramp's gone.

No. No.

No.

We need to call the police.
- Without a phone?

Can you drive?

Yes.

No.
- Shit. Slien, the boat.

Get down!

Come on, Benji!

Key, key, key...

Oh, okay.

Hey.

Benji, calm down.

Oh, shit.

Choke.
- What?

Pull the choke.
- Pull the choke.

This here?
- Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Okay. No.
- You said you could drive.

On the PlayStation.
- Benji.

Sorry.

Captain!

Oh my God.

Calm down.

Benji, hurry up.
- Yes, come on.

You're flooding it.
- Then don't use it as a boat.

What?

Oh my God.

Get down!

Get out.

Oww.

Barral?
- The guy from the smartphones?

Whoa.
You haven't got a bigger cupboard?

Junior appears to be
less brave than his father.

My father?

No, wait. Wait, no. Barral.

I apologise, Mr Stephorst.
I assumed he knew.

Knew what?

No, no, no, no. Hey!

An old farmhouse might be
beautiful and charming,

but it remains fragile. So much wood.

What did he say about my father?
Did you know my father?

Yes. But I don't know
about his disappearance.

You didn't tell me? What happened to him?

I don't know!
- Who are you?

Smoke!

Problems.
- Oh, shit.

Hey! Help!

Benji, stay calm.
- Yes, perfect time to stay calm.

Captain...
- I am calm.

Come on.

Help!

Move over.

There.

Slien?

Slien. Are you okay?

Captain, what... Captain.
- Zeppos!

Captain!

Captain!
- Zeppos!

Captain!

Zeppos!

Captain!

Captain?
- My sprinkler system has seen better days.

But it will all be okay.

This isn't the first time
you've dealt with the Inquisition.

Was my father around then?

Did they shoot at him
and try to burn him alive, too?

We were friends.

Your father and I.

We searched
for the Golden Fleece together, but...

it became too dangerous.

I suggested we stop looking,
but your father...

Your father wasn't letting up.

And you just let him leave.

What should I have done?
- Stopped him.

And if you know how dangerous it is,
then why do you keep looking?

Because I want to know
what happened to your father.

Whatever.

Benjamin?

Hey.

Just like his father.

He never listened either.

He seems like a nice man.

He's a bastard.

A few years after his disappearance,
I think I was about six,

a fake funeral was held for him,
so my mum could perhaps finally accept

that he wasn't coming back.

But my mum kept saying to me:

'It's not real, Benji. Dad isn't dead.'

So I sat there and...
and I saw the coffin and I thought...

If that's true, then why are they putting him
in a small coffin?

Can he breathe in there? And...

I had constant nightmares

of being trapped in a coffin that's too small
under the ground and...

Sorry.

It's okay.

That's just some old junk.

KURREL AND ZEPPOS
TAKE ART BACK TO CONGO

KURREL AND ZEPPOS
THE BIG INTERVIEW

Your father didn't leave you any junk.

He left you his story.

VALUABLE GERLANTIER PAINTING FOUND

But... it doesn't tell us
what really happened.

We need to go back to the captain.

No. No, all he's done is lie.

There is someone else
who knew your father.

No need to worry about Stephorst.

Rest assured.

Good.

It is vitally important

that no more of Mercator's clues
come to light.

And if they do,
they need to be destroyed.

Why?
- Because our organisation has sworn

to protect the secret of the Fleece, Barral.

And we've kept that secret so well
that nobody knows where it is. Even we don't.

Isn't it time
we started looking for the Fleece ourselves?

Who knows what'll happen
if it ends up in the wrong hands.

It might be better off being lost forever.

Agreed.
- So that's a decision then.

Exsurge domine.

Exsurge domine.

I will destroy the atlas.

Monica. We are not doing that.

But the board has decided...
- No, no.

You work for me, not the board.

A secret is but a secret if it's kept.

Otherwise it is just something
that's been forgotten.

Understood.

Back in business.
- Oh, nice. That was quick.

It's over here. Do you want to do it?

Huh? Where did you get that?
- You don't want to know.

You're right, I don't.

Ethical hacker. Only to do good.
- Yeah, right.

Ready?
- Yes.

Where do we go?
- Don't know. I know as much as you do.

Excuse me.
- Keep walking.

Is he talking to us?
- Yes. Just keep walking.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
- Yes?

I'm looking for Mr Boswell's office.

This way.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Let's follow her.
- And then what?

She's got the atlas.
- Benji, are you out of your mind?

Come.

Benji.

Why 1964?
- Barral's birth year.

As if it's going to be that simple.

Maybe it's the day and month.

May I?

Or 1987. That is...
- Slien.

Sorry.

Look, the code is always stored
in the keypad itself.

You can retrieve it with the right app.

Like that.

Okay.

1987. The founding year
of Barral Technologies.

Is this one of Mercator's maps?

Yes, that's his map of Flanders.

What else is here?

Benji, look.

That's your father.

What is this?

A cassette tape.

16th August 2003.

That's the day my father disappeared.
- It goes in here.

Ready?

Stephorst.
- Captain, I've found it.

Ben?
- I've found it... I know where to find it.

Found what?
- The Fleece. The Golden Fleece.

You can come. The boat leaves at half six.

No, Ben, no.
- We can help so many people with the gold.

No, Ben. It's getting too dangerous.
You're going to be a dad.

I'll be back in time for the birth.
- It's not worth it.

I'll call you when I get back.
- Hello? Ben? Ben?

So he did try to stop him.
- Hey.

I know I should apologise, but how?
- Just go and see him. It's simple.

Go down, go down.

Okay.

This way.
- No, no, no. This way.

We've got a problem.

Oh my God.

Oh, shit.

Now what?

Could that be the beefcake's?

Nope, it's the fast one's.
- Oh.

And now it's ours.

I'm driving.

Hey.

Hand me the number 17 wrench.

Sure.

Does it need a lot of work still?

What do you want?

My father.

Do I take after him?

Too much, actually.

But sometimes not enough.

Your father used to say...

Tada.

And?

And?

Sounds decent.

What is your plan, Ben?

...jamin.

The note in the dungeon said

we should look
for The Virgin Mary in Vlassenbroek.

This... is Vlassenbroek in satellite images.

This is Mercator's map of Flanders.
He drew Vlassenbroek...

On... on the wrong side
of the Scheldt River.

We were looking on the wrong bank.

Of course.
That's the area where Mercator lived.

He drew Vlassenbroek
on the wrong bank on purpose.

Why did you come back to find me?

We couldn't continue the search
without our walking Wikipedia, could we?

You could've given up.

Look, they can set fire
to that Fleece for all I care.

I just want to know
what happened to my dad.

Me too, son.

Me too.

Well, Captain...

you'd better hoist your sails.

Great ride, eh?
- Yes.

But can it float?

No.
- Ah.

It can fly, though.

Really?

Stop it.

Guys... I think this is it.

Ave Maria Plena Gratia.

F. A. Familiis
Verdonc, Bastiaens and De Kremer.

What does that mean?

That the Verdonc, Bastiaens and
De Kremer families paid for this chapel.

Gerard De Kremer.
- Yes.

That's Mercator's original name.

Sounds hollow.

Wait.

Watch your fingers.

No, don't...
- Are you crazy?

Beautiful.

An astrolabe.

Celine, look.
There's a very small inscription.

Atlas Europae.
- That's our atlas.

Yes.
- 1570 A.D. Flandria inter fluctus.

Flanders among the waves.

A flood?
- No, no, no.

An island. Among the waves.

A ghost island.
- A ghost island?

Mercator often drew islands
that didn't exist.

Why did he do that?
- So he could tell who copied him.

Copy protection? Clever.

And he called one of those islands Flanders?

Yes.

It must be in his atlas.

Shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh no.

Come on, let's go. Come on, Captain.

What's happening?

Now what?
- Gently press the button.

What if you push the brake?
- Wait, wait.

Okay, put it in drive.

Too fast.
- Wait.

They've got the key.
- What?

Yes, technically this car is theirs.
- What?

Didn't you deactivate the key?

My God.
- Okay, I can fix it.

I need to disconnect the receiver.
- Do it.

Did you steal this car?
- Can we discuss that later?

This is the receiver. Any wire-cutters?

Come. Get out of there.

What are you doing?
- Looking for the island.

This is not the time, Slien.

I think we've lost them.

I don't think so.

Up there.

Behind us.

Hit the brakes, Captain.

Full throttle.

Here, the island is real.
- We're kind of in the middle of something.

Not good, not good.
- Shake her off.

To your right.

You do realise how much that atlas is worth?
- What a fool wants to pay for it.

Slien!

Benji.

An umbrella?

Slien.

Are you okay?

I think I'll keep it.

Here you are.
- Yes.

There. See that?

Yes, it says it here. The island of Flanders.

Hang on. Zoom in a little more.

Like that?

Those aren't waves. They're coordinates.

The island exists?
- Then why is it not in any maps?

Because...
- That's where the Golden Fleece is.

And my dad.

I've told you.
If it ain't on the map, it ain't there.

We'll see.

Looking for someone
on an island that doesn't exist.

It should be around here somewhere.

Do you see anything yet?

No.

Nothing.

What's happening?

Guys.

Well, I'll be damned...

Flanders.

Careful.

Right...

Hey, he said he'd wait for us.
- Call him. Call him.

No signal.
- That's no surprise.

Now what?
- Take a look around, I guess?

Benji.
- Benjamin?

Benjamin!

Wait.

Hey...

I want to bury him here.

So he has a nice view to look at.

I had my last tin of sardines a week ago.

And I've picked some bad berries.

Not a good idea.

I feel awfully ill,

and weakened.

Here...

That was your father's.

My son must've been born by now.

I will never be able to hold him.

I hope... he'll have
his mother's eyes and wit.

But that he'll live like a proper Kurrel.

I won't be able to open that gate.

I've become too weak
to descend down that damn tunnel.

Benji?

Benji?

Benji.

I think I've found something.

Dad mentioned this gate in his diary.

The coat of arms of...

Come on.

...Emperor Charles VI.

Maybe we need to press something.

Like in Indiana Jones?
- Could be.

I wouldn't stay there for a second,
near that cursed island.

It's not on any map,
but I saw it with my own eyes.

And you're sure
Stephorst was on board?

Yes. But the skipper dropped them
at the island.

I should have gone with him.

You wouldn't have been able
to tell me about him.

We'll open that gate.

This.

This is an astrolabe.

Basically the first pocket computer.

It really was.
It can measure the altitude of stars

or tell you what time it is.
Look. You keep it as steady as possible.

And by looking through these two holes,
I can see that the star...

Vega...

stands at 66 degrees.

So then you line the front part up
to 66 degrees.

And if you bring this pointer to today's
date, it shows it is now roughly 11 pm.

How cool.

Of course, you'd need a different plate
for every location in the world.

It is 11:07 pm now.

I think...
that plate was made for this location.

Come on. It fits, doesn't it?
- We're missing something.

Perhaps there was another clue
in Mercator's letter.

The solar eclipse.
He saw the Fleece during an eclipse.

We can set that thing to a specific date.
- Yes...

18th April 1539.
- That's right.

Nice. Okay.

Indiana Jones.

Clever chaps, those alchemists.

Guys.

So it's just a sheep after all?

It's a ram.

Oh, right.

Hang on, that's...

Is that the secret formula?
- Perhaps, yes.

To make gold?
- Hang on.

Are these the same symbols as on the Fleece?

We'll find out soon.

Pew.

Here we go.

Oh my God.

This isn't gold.

Is it a kind of metal?

It's cobalt.
- Cobalt?

Yes.

They had no use for that then.
- But we do now.

What?
- Cobalt.

It's in batteries and computer chips.
It's rare and expensive.

It is the best conductor, but...
That's why Barral wants it.

He needs it to make his computers and phones.

You're good at this, Kurrel.

Better than your father.

But you've forgotten one thing.
The deal is that in the end...

I always win.

Wow.

Wait.

No. Oww.

Shit...

History repeats itself.
And in the same shoulder, no less.

Watch out.

Captain. All right. Captain. Are you okay?

We were going to make that formula public.
You'd be free to use it.

But so would my competitors.
And we don't want that.

The Fleece had to remain secret.

I appreciate your idealism, Monica,
but don't worry...

No one will know the Fleece exists.
- We took an oath.

To be loyal to the Inquisition
and erase all traces.

I am only loyal to myself.

Will you take care of the others, Carlos?

No!

Slien, get out.

Benji.

Benji!

Benji.

Benji. Benji.

Captain?

Okay. Benji?

Come, Benji.

Your fencing's got a bit rusty, it seems. Eh?

I do miss them...

The burning stakes.

Benji!

As you can see, Stephorst,
I always win in the end.

Not always, Barral.

You forgot that cobalt is the best conductor.

Zeppos.

Come. Come with me.

The Fleece.
- We need to go. Come, quickly.

Show me.
- Yes.

Keep pressure on it.

You'll be okay.

Hold it. You'll be okay.

How is the captain?

You know
what they say about ill weeds, right?

What about you?

I was shot at, thrown through a table...

Not too bad. And you?

Oh well.

If I ever write a paper on this,
no one will believe me.

Could be a good pageturner.
- The Secret of the Golden Fleece.

The Adventures of Captain Zeppos.

Good one.
- Your father gave me that name.

Captain...
- During one of our travels in Greece.

The locals couldn't pronounce Stephorst.

So after a few bottles of wine,
your father changed it to... Zeppos.

'I don't know what it means,' he said,
'but it sounds Greek.

And it suits you.'

I wasn't fond of it.
But he... he was shaking with laughter.

But I'm proud of that name now.

And of you.

Today, it felt like
your father was at my side again.

Why don't you write that book?
About the adventures of Captain Zeppos.

No, no.

About our adventures.

Our adventure isn't over yet.
- What do you mean?

We still need to get off this island.

I know, but how did Barral get here?
- In a boat, probably.

Then where is it?
- No way.

Are we going to travel on water?

How does it work?
- Press a few buttons.

Is the handbrake off?

Captain? What are we looking for?

Proof, Benjamin. Proof.

Guys. Ssh!

Whoa.
- What is that?

That's The Cat's mask.

Is he a famous dude?

Kind of, yeah.