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I've got it.

We use the engine to throw a charge back at the eel.

I said no more than 1,000 volts.

I thought it would work.

You'll have it, Benoit. Only after it has served my purpose.

And what is that purpose?

We sail to Halvar.

I need to know where Nemo is taking the Nautilus,

and you will tell me. Are we ready?

Atlantis.

Is that why the Company built the Nautilus?

You took this from my desk!

They must have been infected.

- Renouka. - You look like you've seen a ghost.

What is that?

The Ring of Fire.

We can't pull away.

You have to do this.

Please, we don't have time.

You can't help us.

You're not here.

No!

What were you doing with this?

I was trying to help.

Suyin, are you all right?

I had a dream, but it was real.

So did I.

Mrs. Foxley-Pope?

A man's dreams is a private matter, huh?

And you? What did you dream of?

Nothing I care to remember.

I saw my sons.

It's getting cooler in here.

No, no, no.

- What happened? - Humility.

- What about her? - She went out!

It's none of your business.

- What's he been doing? - Spying on my plans.

- Nemo? Start the engine. Turn the ship around.

Wait! What is it?

Humility.

Humility. Humility.

Get the suit off. Now!

Cuff, you will activate this. Understand?

What is that?

Part of one of the stun guns I've been working on.

- What are you going to do? - Bring her back to life.

Jiacomo, please.

Step back.

Again. Again.

Again.

Do it again!

Shh!

Shh!

Another miracle.

Yeah.

We owe you our lives. Again.

Shh, shh.

Mr. Haris?

Oh, how could it have just disappeared?

Mr. Haris will inform us of any further traces.

We're close. It's a miracle in itself.

Coffee.

Any joy with your Indian, Millais?

He's still alive?

- I gave you an order. - I can get him to talk.

You should let me interrogate him.

I mean, no offense. Just, you clearly have no idea how their minds work.

I had no idea they all worked alike.

It's only once you've read their literature,

studied their religion,

listen to them babbling to each other in the bazaar

can you truly say that you understand the mind of the Indian.

How many of their languages do you speak?

Just Bengali.

Just Bengali.

I can pass as local in Hindustani, Gujarati, Marathi,

at a push, Punjabi and Sindhi.

Pass as local?

Well, it's all about confidence, isn't it?

Of which you are not in short supply.

That was a compliment, Your Lordship.

I will admit that my Telugu and Toda are slightly rudimentary,

but not my fault.

This particular Indian, isn't he Bengali?

Well, I think Lord Pitt's trying to make a wider point.

- Exactly. - And what would that be, Lord Pitt?

What would what be?

It seems you don't know yourself...

Oh, shut up, Punch.

Do you have the documents of all those who escaped on the Nautilus?

Yes.

Including details of their family?

I'm not sure.

See that they're brought to my cabin.

I'll make the Indian tell me why Nemo brought the Nautilus here of all places

and what he knows of our purpose.

Its purpose is to help pry open the Chinese market.

Come now, Crawley.

I know you think it's your little secret,

but you're not the only one here in the know of the Company.

What you know of anything could be written on the back of a Penny Black stamp.

Excuse me.

Here of all places?

What's so important about this place?

You question those beneath you, not above you.

Something you would know if you were a real gentleman.

And don't think you fool me with this shop-worn act you're peddling.

The reluctant soldier tired of blood and gun-smoke.

You see, I know the rock you crawled out from under, Millais.

Your secret history with Nemo.

What you did to get your feet under the officers' mess table.

You know nothing about me.

Oh, dear.

Well, I'll overlook that.

But only because, unlike the inbred, the dolt and the brave fool in there,

I can trust you

to kill Nemo.

Get me what I asked for.

- Bon appetit. - Miss Lucas. Sit. Sit, please.

Professor, we drag you away from your books.

Indeed. Indeed.

- Thanks. - Miss Lucas, you want fruit?

Please.

This one for you.

Miss Lucas, you're getting better?

I'm fine. How are you?

Feeling better. Thank you.

Ms. Humility,

you are unwell, still.

No, no.

I just remembered I saw something.

Out there.

Describe it.

Perhaps, uh... an arch? Carving into a rock.

It's almost man-made.

- Come with me. Come. Come. - Wha... Wait.

We were all infected.

- A trick of the mind. - Perhaps you're right.

- It could have been. - Don't doubt yourself.

I know what she saw. It was real.

What are you so certain she saw?

Atlantis.

You're serious?

You know, it has always been my dream to find it.

It's a story Plato spun in the Dialogues, Benoit.

Drawing his conclusions from Solon...

Long lost, if they ever existed.

Even if Plato was right, this is the Pacific.

He places the lost city in the Atlantic.

Yes, but I found a manuscript in the library of Karajaan.

It contained Solon's original translation and...

this map.

It is here, Nemo.

Atlantis is here.

You brought us here. You suggested this route over the Ring of Fire.

Over it. Not through it. I never meant to put our lives at risk.

But you did. For what? A childish dream!

No more childish dream than finding the treasure of Halvar just to have your revenge.

You bring us here. You cripple the ship.

- It wasn't him. It was me. - What?

I am a scientist.

- Later. - And to this revenge.

If there is even a chance this is Atlantis,

I cannot pass it by.

This is my duty to investigate.

Benoit is right.

Such a discovery could change our understanding of the world.

Absolutely not.

We, men of action,

love to ridicule the humble clerk and his ledger.

Another boring solicitor and his papers.

But those records, those... legal documents,

they are the foundation upon which the Company's true power is built.

This census from a village near Habra.

Brought back by some poor clerk,

who likely cursed his masters back in London

as he sat amongst cow dung and flies taking names.

Hopefully, he died of malaria.

This is you, isn't it?

"Jaswinder and Chitra?

Mother and father?

Ajay and Aarman. Brothers."

I'm sorry. Would you mind?

Our clerk friend had terrible handwriting.

Malaria, perhaps.

"Upinder."

My sister.

Please...

They have nothing to do with this.

I know.

But deny Crawley what he wants, and your family will pay for your courage.

Tell me what you know.

And I promise you I'll do it.

No, brother. The promise of an Englishman.

The Pillars of Halvar.

The Nautilus is headed for the Pillars of Halvar.

Halvar?

He's after the treasure.

I was probably wrong to bring us here without consulting you.

But everything I've read, everything I've studied,

tells me Atlantis exists.

That, out there, is a place where people live in harmony

with each other, with nature.

Where there is no war.

Humans are incapable of living in peace.

- You don't believe that. - I know it.

Nemo, I beg you. This is what I live for.

My reason to be.

Yours is darker.

Putting three years against your enemy.

Stop looking back.

Move forward.

Take in the wonder.

Mobilis in mobili.

If I never ask anything of you again,

give me this one thing.

Am I your friend?

One dive. No more.

Thank you.

Crawley cannot find them now.

You're not hunting Nemo for them, are you?

It is for you.

What did he do to you?

Goodbye, Mr. Ghosh.

If you find the Nautilus, it's more than him you'll have to defeat.

We have tasted a freedom that nobody can take away.

I may be the one in chains,

but you are the slave, Captain Millais!

Just stay here.

No one will blame you if you don't want to go out there.

If there's a chance that Benoit's right, how could I not?

Nemo, when you were, uh... lost, you spoke a name.

Renouka.

I dreamed I was with my wife,

my daughter.

You weren't there when it happened.

When they were...

I was at Oxford completing my studies.

By the time I reached Bombay, it was too late.

Company officials were there when I disembarked.

They told me what had happened.

They knew how I would react.

It was all the excuse they needed to send me to Kalpani.

I'm so sorry.

- How awful... - Captain.

- Flares. - Oh.

Listen, all. It contains compressed oxygen and magnesium.

- So careful, huh? - You twist the top. They'll mix. Whoosh.

This is a scientific expedition.

Not a hunting party.

No spear guns.

This will stun, not kill.

Nemo, why is Cuff coming?

He cannot be trusted.

We don't know what is out there.

He's a soldier. He comes.

Flood the chambers.

Right.

Flooding.

C'est fantastique.

You care about her?

I take care of business.

Stairs!

Stairs!

Here. Come.

It's safe.

Stale, but...

I don't suppose anyone's opened a window for a few hundred years.

Imagine the power it would have taken to build this,

if it even was built.

It must have been.

If it was, imagine the power of whatever destroyed it.

Hello.

The Company knew this was why you wanted to build the Nautilus,

didn't they?

What is it to you?

Huh?

Who are you really?

Cuff.

Keep an eye on her.

Perfectly fine.

I can't.

A little slippery.

Hardly your great city below the sea.

With all this air, we can find out.

Jiacomo,

you stay here.

- Miss Lucas. - Oh. Thank you. Humility, please.

Humility.

Man-made?

Fossils.

- These were living? - Millions of years ago, maybe more,

when this rock was just mud.

Nonsense. Nothing's that long in the tooth.

You've not read Chambers' Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation then.

- It was a bestseller. - So, what are they, then? Ferns?

Marine animals belonging to the phylum Echinodermata.

Crinoids.

- Starfish? - Ah.

Palaeontology is providing us with so many answers

to questions we have about the past.

People ask too many questions these days.

Sometimes it's better to take things as they are.

Where would we be if we all thought like that?

Do you really think this is a natural structure?

You're the one always going on about the wonders of nature.

Nemo, look. Look.

Hieroglyphs.

Scratches.

I wish it was what you wanted it to be.

Really.

You studied as an engineer.

So, how do you know about palaeontology, then?

It's a hobby, really.

I have quite a few. What's yours?

Where I'm from, people don't...

have much time for hobbies.

Of course.

Where are you from?

It's Edward, isn't it?

Spitalfields.

Old man, he made cabinets

when he wasn't down the Ten Bells.

Joining the Company was an escape.

"Travel the world," they said.

Put the boot into someone else instead of having it put into you.

Things are different on the Nautilus, though.

Us all living happily ever after outside of the natural order?

It's a fairy tale, that is.

What was that?

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

Edward?

Stay close.

Edward?

Edward?

Edward!

All right. Uh...

It's curious.

Stop! Show me your neck.

It's a sticky little bugger.

We have to cut it up. Ready?

No. No, no. Hold still. It's all right.

- Humility. - Over here.

Nemo, help. Help me get him on his front.

One more, Cuff.

- Your hand. - It's nothing.

- What was that thing? - A living fossil.

- A crinoid. - Huh?

Starfish.

- How many? - Uh...

Two or three...

- ...hundred. - Go!

Go now!

Move! Move!

Benoit!

Benoit.

- Jiacomo! - Time to go!

Hurry! We need to get out of here.

Helmets on! Where's Benoit?

- You have flares? - Benoit!

Plant them around the edges. Now.

- Go! - We aren't leaving without him.

I'll get him. You go back.

I'm not leaving without him or you.

If something goes wrong, somebody needs to lead the Nautilus.

- What? - Humility, please.

All right.

Nemo...

I'll see you soon.

- Benoit! - Nemo! You won't believe what I found.

- Not now! - You don't understand.

- I found something... - You don't understand. Something found us.

- Something bad? - Not good.

Benoit, we have to hurry.

Stay close to the light.

Run!

This way! Hurry!

Come on!

Put this on. We have to get out of here.

That's it!

I've got you! I've got you!

Nemo! Nemo!

Take my hand!

Benoit!

Nemo!

Take it.

No!

Nemo.

Nemo!

Let's go! Hurry!

I'm all right.

- You okay? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Benoit?

Dispatch! Stand by!

Message to Director Crawley.

To his hand. No subordinates.

Get him out of here.

And so, what lies beneath the waves of Halvar?

It's just some story our history teacher read to us at Ravenforth

from the Norse sagas.

The burial ship of Freyja, queen of the North Isles,

among generations of plunder.

Sometimes the strangest things are true.

Director Crawley,

if you told me the real reason the Company built the Nautilus,

then perhaps I...

Come.

Ah! The dolt.

Yes, sir. Well, no. No, sir.

Lieutenant Punch.

- Yes. - Sir, a message to the board from Director Crawley...

No, no. Message from Director boards...

- Close your mouth. - Um.

You've read it?

It sort of fell open.

Yes, just tell me what it says.

Sir, you've been summoned to appear before Lord Parmoor.

There is a ship waiting to take you directly to London.

Well, it can't be good news that Her Majesty's government

is taking an interest in Company business.

I can handle Parmoor.

Just find me the Nautilus.

- What? - My apologies, sir.

Go! They're away!

Good riddance to the deeply creepy Crawley.

It doesn't make any sense.

If Nemo is headed for Halvar, he's going the wrong way.

Not if he plans to cut through here.

- The Arctic? - The Northeast Passage.

Nobody's ever successfully navigated it.

Do you think that would stop a man like Nemo?

We have the advantage of speed.

So, we'll be there waiting for him.

Hoorah!

From there, by using the water electrolysis,

both molecules separate into individual gases

via separate evolution reactions.

Bh multiplied by O2

plus E to the power of...

Oh, Benoit. You're a genius.

I shouldn't have given in to him.

He would never have forgiven you.

But he would be alive.

You're a true friend to him.

Gave him the chance to reach out and touch his dream.

A mirage.

I made him believe there was something down there.

If you won't let me take the blame, I won't let you.

Oh, Humility. Come. I found the...

Who the hell does Nemo think he is?

How do you put up with him?

I don't think I can bear him another minute.

Nemo, I...

He's vain, stubborn...

...self-obsessed, idiotic...

Nemo, I... That was before I knew...

...asinine, priggish.

He simply doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself, does he?

- We must be patient with him. - - Why?

His heart carries a great wound.

One, I believe, time and the wonders of the oceans through which you travel,

will heal.