All language subtitles for The Mysterious Doctor Cornelius (1984) Ep.04_prob3 (1)_track3_[eng]

His excellency, the
Minister of Justice!

Take off your blindfold.

The kidnapping of which I am the victim
is contrary to the most elementary right.

And I won't let you scare
me with your masquerade.

Shut up, scoundrel!
And watch the screen.

Do you recognize this lovely creature?

Of course, she's my wife.

A second marriage, we know that.

Now do you recognize this one?

This is the picture of my first
wife, the late Luisa Dolores.

God called her to his side last year.

The unfortunate died due to congestion.
- It's a lie!

The Red Hand secretly exhumed her body.

The autopsy of the ashes revealed
the presence of a strong dose of arsenic.

I...
- No!

37 of our followers rot in jails.

We have prepared
a release order for our prisoners.

Sign it! Sign it or else...!

I will do anything you ask.

Next!

M. President of
the Xampana Central Bank.

Kidnapping is one of the risks of my job.

I am ready to argue with you
about the ransom.

The Red Hand has provided another
financing plan, my dear Director.

We wish to borrow from your bank
with payment of interest.

That changes everything.
How much do you want?

100 million dollars at
the rate of 0.0005.

You're kidding? The most favorable
subsidized interest is at a rate of 8%.

Turn around, M. President.

You like youth very much, M. Director.

Much too much...

if we are to believe
the reports in our hands.

I think that exceptionally...

and with the sole purpose
of assisting associations...

my bank could agree to this loan.

The borrowed amount will
be paid to an anonymous account...

opened on your reserve.
- Obviously.

Account that you will pay
to the rate of 15% per annum.

Never!
- Do you want to see other pictures?

It's agreed.
- Next!

M. Commander in chief, army minister.

If I have to be shot...

I ask to order the fire.

Scoundrels are not shot, Commander!
They're hanged!

Turn around.

Defense contracts are all
concluded with other countries.

Why that Commander?
- Because we buy the best.

And the juicier too, right Commander?

Your personal commission is $100 per gun!

$500 per machine gun, $1000 per artillery!

And $10 per cartridge.
- It is a slander.

Here is the secret code of the numbered
bank account where your payoffs are made.

It's alright. What do you want?

To share with you.
- It's expensive.

Then double the military budget, Commander,
so you won't lose anything.

Excellent idea.

Adjournment!

Bring out the defendants!

The system seems to work fine, Fritz.

Having all the Ministers at our service
we will eventually govern this country.

Our financial pump
seems well underway too.

Money flows.

We have so many expenses.
- Lately, Fritz has invested heavily.

Indeed.

Show him, Leonello, show him.

Yes... I was able to negotiate
secretly the purchase of this island.

With all its sovereign rights.
A unique opportunity.

Occult power is not enough for you?
- It's merely an abstraction.

Land, on the other hand...

You see it, you touch it.
You can believe in it.

The Isle of the Hanged has
other virtues for us.

It will soon house a laboratory
worthy of my projects.

I will experiment on everything
that is forbidden to me elsewhere.

What, for instance?
- Enough talking, Cornelius.

Leonello, we reconvene.

No, no...

Not this dream...

Not this dream...

Listen to me, father.

We will ruin Fred Jorgell.
- Perfect!

It has always been my dream
to crush him.

We have enough to push him to suicide!

Andrιe, what's wrong with you?

Andrιe, you hear me? Wake up!

Oh my God, please don't let me
go back to sleep tonight.

Calm down.

What happened to you again?
- Another of those horrible nightmares.

Strange, that dream always happens
in the middle of Sunday night.

The day and time my father was murdered.

You're not being reasonable.

Pagano is right to say that you
should forget. - It's impossible.

I have no right to forget.
- What do you mean?

These dreams are prescient.

The danger is there!

I feel it!
- What danger?

I don't know.
- You're imagining things.

No, my father's murderer
prepares more evil deeds.

I'm listening to you.

Sorry?

Since your kidnapping you're
rather absent-mindedly, my boy.

We were talking about Fred Jorgell.

I'm sorry, father.

What have you learned
that is so important?

Fred Jorgell undertook a huge
speculation on corn, father.

Always the same tactic.

His opponents expect him on cotton
but he chooses corn instead.

This time it's not a smoke screen.

He's put all his assets into this deal.

Are you sure?

I've carefully verified
all my information.

Corn? Strange idea.

All the experts predict
a bumper crop this year.

Precisely, the stock price
will be very low.

Fred Jorgell bet on that.

He secretly bought all the corn planted.
At a very good price, of course.

The old scoundrel.

By storing the grain,
it will become scarce.

He will create demand and cause
the stock price to go up artificially.

It's a very nice plan.

By throwing all his assets into this,
Fred Jorgell's bluff will see him lose all.

I don't understand you, Joe.

His corn will have value
only if it can be stored.

So?
- Where will he store his corn?

In silos, of course.

What silos...

if we secretly buy every silo
on the North American continent?

Good God!

His corn will rot at the first rain.
Fred Jorgell will lose all his money and...

you will have definitively defeated him.

No, don't get carried away, Joe

Such an operation could lead us
to huge investments.

I admit that, father.

But when late fall comes you will
still be the owner of the silos.

And Jorgell will be left with nothing.

Washed-out.

Cleaned-out.

I must admit the case is tempting.

I have performed all the studies.

I even prepared a financing plan. I only
need your signature to start the operation.

I don't sign anything without thinking
long and hard. Leave me your files.

It is necessary to act quickly, father.
You must believe me.

It can wait until Monday. What do
you want to do on a Saturday evening?

Saturday evening, it's true.

You work too hard these days.
You really look bad.

You should go to bed.

Mr Joe, do you want me
to help you undress?

No, it's alright. Thank you.
- Well...

Good night, Mr Joe.
- That's it. Good night.

You snuck in vain among us...

Baruch Jorgell.

You have lost everything...

My daughter and
the secret of the diamonds.

Why?

Andrιe!

Mr Joe, you're not feeling well?

It's alright now. It's over.

If I may speak frankly...

Mr Joe should stop...

making whoopee at the end of the week.

Making whoopee?
- It's the only explanation.

Sir sleeps perfectly well
during the week

but his night
is restless every Saturday.

I hear nothing...

Your general condition is excellent.

My troubled sleep must have a reason.
- What?

My troubled sleep must have a reason.
- Yes, but it's not organic.

That's all I can say.

You mean it's all in my head?

Indeed, it is a manifestation
of psychosomatic rejection.

Could you speak more clearly?

Well, look at these pictures.

Generally, the subjects
I treat are ugly.

They hate their appearances.

They find comfort in changing face.

I understand. - But it's
the opposite effect with you.

You were satisfied with your person.

You have changed your envelope...

only reluctantly.

It's true, Doctor.

It aches to be in
another man's skin.

That's why you reject it unconsciously.
You refuse to be Joe.

You must make
these horrible nightmares disappear.

Well, I know only one way for that...

To give you back your old skin.

It's still possible?
- Assuredly.

Well, at least if you accept
the consequences...

The asylum or the scaffold.

I get it, Doctor.

I'll keep my nightmares
and Joe's face.

So, father, what's your decision?
- A compromise.

I'll only buy a part of the silos
that are offered to you.

Half measure are useless. We must possess
all the silos for Fred Jorgell to be ruined.

Well, if I buy only half the silos,
I will have him half ruined.

But his fortune will still be huge!

To please you I'll go as far
as 80% but don't ask for more.

What a chance to finish him for good.
Why not seize it? I don't understand.

We've fought for 30 years,
old Fred and me.

We've taken all the shots at each other.

The most vicious,
the most twisted, the lowest.

Precisely, we must...
- I won't find another opponent so worthy!

I must leave him a chance
to win back his fortune.

I knew your plan would not work.

Billionaires stand together and when
they fight it's with buttoned foils.

What do you suggest then?

The Red Hand must take
a risk in this case.

We must buy with its funds all
the silos that William Dorgan won't buy.

The Red Hand doesn't speculate.

We must find another way
to bring Fred Jorgell down.

My father always despised me
because I didn't make a fortune.

He humiliated me by money.
I'll take revenge by money!

We can ruin him just as well, without
risking the Red Hand's treasure chest.

How?
- Science is as powerful as money.

This weather canon you spoke about...

What? Bondonnat's invention?
- We could make good use of such a weapon.

But it's still strictly experimental.

His inventor has plenty of time to
perfect it before the harvest, right?

Excellent idea! By disturbing weather...

during the summer we'll
prevent crops from growing.

Thereby, Fred Jorgell will lose his bet.

You're dreaming.

Bondonnat is incorruptible.

He will not accept the
Red Hand's game at any price.

He will never sell his invention.

Did we ever talk about a purchase?

Oh, no!

It belonged to my grand-mother.
- It's had its time.

Besides, I can't stand this racket anymore.

Your father authorized it. - Three
days like that is enough! It must stop!

The growth of the sap in plants

is a very slow natural phenomenon.
I've managed to accelerate it

by using special fertilizers.
- In what way? - In the pots.

What? - You say?
- I mean, for what use?

To use this energy. Look.

You want to capture the plant energy?
But it's a fantastic dream!

But feasible. As you can see.

Tomorrow man will domesticate plants
like animals. A peasant will be able...

to plow his field by using the
strength produced by his trees.

He won't need
his oxen anymore.

Father, this noise is unbearable!
How can you work in these conditions?

I really don't know!

You rent part of your garden
without knowing the reason?

I was offered rent
for the old quarries

to create a mushroom bed.
- You were wrong to accept.

Hey, I need money
sometimes, you know.

What do you want?
- My name is Fred Carpenter.

I'm a reporter for the Boston Daily News.
- Your papers, please.

I must write an article on
Professor Bondonnat's experiments.

I came especially from the United States.
- A moment, please.

Pagano, I'm the Professor's assistant.

You're welcome, Mr Carpenter.

My newspaper sent a letter to
the Professor. You've received it?

Of course, otherwise
you'd never have got inside.

Prof. Bondonnat is very leery.

Rather, he's an optimist.

He can't imagine that his work would
be the subject of scientific espionage.

This is the very naivetι of scientists!

His famous experimental
garden is behind these walls?

Indeed.

But your article should mention a phyto-
pathology lab. Much more impressive.

May I introduce
Miss de Maubreuil, my fiancιe.

I'm very flattered, Miss.

Have a cup of coffee.
I'll get the Professor. - Thank you.

Is it your first time
in France, Mr Carpenter?

I already knew Normandy.
I always promised myself to return.

You must travel a lot.

Too much, in my opinion.
- It's the same for every reporter, I guess.

You know, reporters are like other men.

They sometimes dream
about a wife, a home.

Alas, they are denied these joys.

Nothing forbids them changing job.

One is not always
the master of his choosing.

Not always, indeed.

I understood at a very early age that
I was a victim of circumstance.

I stopped rowing against the current.

You think one must resign oneself?

It's useless to dream.

Stop it, Pistolet!

Stop it, Pistolet!

I'm awfully sorry, Mr Carpenter.
I hope you're not hurt.

No, it's nothing, thanks.

Strangely, he didn't try to bite me.
- The poor dog is unable to do that.

A criminal broke his jaw with a gun.

It's lucky for me.
- And a sad memory for us, Sir.

On that night, Mr Carpenter...

my father was murdered.

I'm really sorry, Miss.

It's time I took you to my garden.

People have transformed it
into a prison yard.

It's an excellent idea.
- You think so?

If your dog escapes,
he won't follow me there!

It was a thrilling ride! Decidedly...

the domain of your findings
is very extensive.

It's why Pagano reproaches me.

He says I disperse myself too much.

Maybe a lack of effectiveness.
- I can't help it, everything interests me.

One idea leads to another
and I can't stop inventing.

Maybe it's time to capitalize on
one of your discoveries. - Which one?

The most advanced.
Your weather canon, for instance.

This machine is designed
to run on a continental scale.

To develop it completely
I need funds I'll never have.

But that others possess.
- Who?

Industrial and financial groups.

You know, I've always lived secluded in
the countryside. I don't know these people.

I could introduce you to them.
- I was never really attracted...

by Parisian salons.
- Who mentioned Paris?

On the other side of the Atlantic,
people see the big picture.

I hardly see myself in America.
I can't say three words in English.

You only have to know one word.
Dollar. - Dollar?

Of course, dollar.

Dollars could finance your laboratory,
hire manpower and start production.

All that can be done in Normandy.
- Impossible.

The dollars I'm talking about
must be invested in Xampana. - No way.

Think about it, Professor. I beg you.
- No, no, no.

I'm attached to too many things here.

Take it all with you. - I can't
take trees. The plants I've created.

They're like children,
I can't abandon them.

You'll have to, nonetheless.
- Never.

I knew I couldn't persuade you.
- You still tried your best...

Uncle?

You hear me?
- Mr Bondonnat?

Mr Bondonnat?

Father! Father, where are you?

Answer!

No, Pistolet! We already searched
the glass house. I tell you he's not here.

It's no time to play, Pistolet!
- It's unbelievable.

Pistoled found nothing?
- He just smelled a rat or field-mouse.

The walls are impassable, the door locked.
They must be somewhere here.

Yet they aren't here!
- How could they disappear?

Look!

This slab has been unsealed.

Help me, Oscar.

Follow me.

I know this beach. No road leads here.

Mr Bondonnat's kidnappers can't be far.

On foot maybe. But by boat...

We received a wire sent by
your protege from Paris.

He's made much progress.

He succeeded in kidnapping the
French savant, smoothly and flawlessly.

Yes, I know, Fritz.

But sometimes I wonder if
all we do is really necessary.

What's wrong with you, Cornelius?

We've decided
to change the world, Fritz.

But in the end, for what?
And for who?

When you have changed the world...

we'll put it in the hands of
those who are worthy. - I see no one.

You excepted, of course.

I thought you had Baruch in mind.

He's an ungrateful person.

His wire doesn't contain a
single friendly word for me.

Bondonnat's kidnapping is linked
to my father's murder.

I'm sure of it. We must go to Xampana.
- It's only intuition.

They've never deceived me.

What are they doing? - If they
don't hurry, we'll miss the train.

I picked these flowers for you, Miss.
- Thank you, Oscar.

You're still cross
for being left behind?

I could have been useful.
- But you must take care of the garden.

And of Pistolet, too.
- Come on, let's hurry.

I will rejoin them in
Xampana as soon as I can.

Alright, Pistolet?

Milord leaves us already? - The show
was perfect. - His Lordship was bored?

To death. - As usual, my lord.
- As everywhere. For the staff.

So long, Paris!

I tried to seduce you...

but you didn't even look at me.

I will disappear as I've always lived.

Without being noticed!

So long, ungrateful capital!
So long!

At last, something interesting!

It's late Milord. - I'm sorry but it's
the first time I've saved a drowning man.

Drink this. It's hot.
It will do you good.

It's disgusting!

It's only tea.
- Since last night I hate water.

Sorry. You want a brandy?
- No, I want an explanation first.

Why did you keep me
from committing suicide?

I thought it best.
- You were wrong.

If I committed a mistake
it's easy to repair.

You probably ignore the courage
it takes to commit suicide!

I never had it.

I had patiently saved it and I
completely spent it last night.

Forget it.

Easy to say.

You don't know what it is
to be an artist.

So you're a...
- Poet, sir. One of the last.

I'm flattered.

People say Paris is the capital city
of arts and letters.

Bullshit, sir.
No one wanted to publish me.

Did you think of self-publishing?
- It's overpriced.

You're poor?
- Ruined, sir. It's different.

I spent the inheritance left by
a relative in a single month.

Big mistake.

Yes but what a beautiful life...
- Really?

First I bought a railway ticket.

Third class. To Paris.
- And then?

An attic room, the love of a laundress.
And wine at every meal.

And the money slipped away...

That's it. My lover left me.

My innkeeper made me wash the dishes

My printer pulped the proofs
I couldn't pay for.

All that in the same day,
it was too much.

I see...
- I couldn't stand it.

I can understand.

And now, what can I do?
Do you have any ideas for me?

Sir, I'm perfectly aware of the harm
I caused you by saving your life.

Alright.

I'll repair my mistake by publishing your
poems, gold letters on the finest paper.

It's useless. I scattered my manuscript.
- And if you still want to die...

I would be very pleased
to blow your brains out.

At the time of your choice.

Well, I'll think about that.

If you want something else...

I'll be very happy to serve you.
You can ask me for anything you want.

I've not eaten in two days.
I could do with a good lunch.

I left in that inn a
good third of my inheritance.

The food is that good?
- Great cooking, excellent.

Two black puddings
with mashed potatoes.

Good appetite then. - Thank you.
- Hey, wait a second, poet!

I know you too well.
You can't pay with verses here.

He's my guest.
- Birds of a feather flock together.

You can eat as soon as I've
seen the color of your money.

Is that enough?

This gentleman is a friend of yours?
- Absolutely.

Then if he has so much money
it means his bill is a fake.

And they laugh at me now!
Get out! You too!

I'm sorry. I'm so awkward.

Can I finish my mashed
potatoes quietly now?

Waiter, my bill!

Call the police
or they'll kill each other!

I can't remember the last
time I had so much fun.

With the fortune at your disposal
you can afford any distractions.

At 20 years old I'd already
exhausted them all.

I see, another money problem...

After that, I satisfied my every whim.

Do you know what I tried last year?
- No.

I disguised myself as a bum.

You?
- Yes, an unsatisfactory experience.

Terribly boring.

You need variety, you need
to change city and continent.

I've traveled ten times
around the world.

Each time I take a plane or a boat...

I know the palace to which it will lead.

At least you've no bad surprises.
- But no surprise at all.

I know my whole life
before having lived it.

I see only one cure to your boredom.
Traveling by balloon.

By balloon? To go where?

That's the point. A balloon is free and
travels at random depending on the wind.

Depending on the wind...

Commissioner, you're overdue.
- My Lord, I'm sorry.

His Lordship has promised us
to stay quiet.

Be reassured, Mr Consul.
I'm leaving France tomorrow.

For which destination, my Lord?

I haven't the faintest idea.
I'm leaving with this gentleman.

Who's that weakling?
Can't you see you're losing us time?

Come on, scram!

Come on, fellows, faster!
We ship tonight.

Cargo must be loaded before nightfall.

We haven't taken bearings for three days.
- Whatever!

Wherever are we.
- I don't want to know.

It'll be a surprise when we go down.

We must go down immediately, my Lord,
or we could be struck by lightning.

What a superb death for you, Agenor!
But I enjoy life again now!

Too bad. Come on, let's go down.

The valve is stuck.
- It's a sign of fate.

No, it's probably a
problem with a spring.

I'm going up to fix it.

Wait for me, Agenor!
Wait for me!

Come on, slacker, faster!

If it doesn't shine like a new penny
I'll put you in irons.

Scrubbing isn't enough. You must wash
with clean water several times.

Help me! Help me!
- Commander!

Help me! Help me!

Commander, a man overboard!

Help me!

We'll disembark them
at the next stop.

Yes, in Xampana where
we must take on freight.

Hands up! What are you doing here?

Making tea, gentlemen. Want a cup?
- You won't joke after the interrogation.

Welcome to the
Isle of the Hanged, dear sir.

Here.

Drink this.
- Who are you, sir?

My name is Bondonnat.

I'm the Red Hand's prisoner...

just like you.

Our wardens endure a military training.
They're dangerous zealots.

We must obey them blindly.

I had terrible trouble making them
believe I'm just an unfortunate castaway.

They're terribly suspicious.
I'm amazed they didn't kill you.

It is not by humanity.
Only my fortune interests them.

If they free me one day it will be
in exchange for a huge ransom.

What they ask from me is much worse.

I have orders to invent machines
to help them dominate the world.

Their projects are ghastly!

And you obey them?

I tangle my studies in complicated
calculations. I try to buy time.

You think we could try to escape?
- Come with me.

Help me to find a bottle.

Does this one suit you?
- It's perfect.

What are you doing?

I've been able to put
this island on the map.

Each day I send an S.O.S. to the sea.

To whom are you sending this message?

My daughter, Frιderique.

I've been kidnapped for several weeks.
She must be worried to death.

You think there's a chance
it'll reach its destination?

If we stick to a simple
calculation of probabilities...

we have no chance.
- I thought so.

Is Fritz Kramm here?
- Mr Fritz went out, you'll have to wait.

And Cornelius?
- The Doctor is in his laboratory.

It's pointless to accompany me.
I know the way.

I have orders not to disturb him.

But me, I'm not a servant.

This order doesn't concern me.

Do I disturb you?
- Not at all.

I came to visit you...

as a friend.
- Really?

And I wanted to show
you my gratitude.

I am touched, Baruch. Very touched.

You have done so much for me.

It's only the beginning.

I wish you more closely associated
with the work I have undertaken.

And that I will serve faithfully.
Although still ignorant of its purpose.

My basic thinking...

has been started by the contemplation...

of this statue.

Kali? - Indeed, Kali.
The Hindu goddess...

with fourteen arms.

I don't clearly understand
your thinking.

Well, of course...

The working class represents

a dangerous revolutionary ferment
for any society, right?

All history proves it.

Yes. Unfortunately we can hardly
do without manual workers.

Exactly. This is the root of the problem.

How can we limit the number of workers

without causing losses to the economy?

Well, I return the question to you.
Is there a solution?

We must create...

a slave race with a gene
for increased productivity. You see?

Laborers and workers created
in the image of Kali.

You mean men with 14 arms?
- And also 14 hands.

14 hands but one mouth and one stomach.

We quintuple the production
without increasing the cost.

And you think you can succeed?

Genetics has no more secrets for me.

It will allow me to create different
human species, each very specialized.

Look at this embryo.

It seems hydrocephalic.

My intellectual workers will
be the very image of this monster.

An enlarged cranium
to contain an overdeveloped brain.

And I will triple the
number of their neurons.

But you'll create an elite
who'll attempt to seize power.

It will be a danger for the Red Hand.
- I can afford to limit their ambitions.

You see, they will have hands to write
but they won't have feet to walk.

In any circumstance,
we'll keep control over them.

The humanity you propose will be
fundamentally different from that of today.

Genetic science allows us to
imagine every possible scenario.

There will be sub-species
even more specialized.

Which ones, for instance?

From a kangaroo chromosome I will create
people gifted with a wide ventral pocket.

For what job?
- Cashiers.

The rat-man will be assigned
the duty of eating garbage.

The snake-man will be assigned
the scaling of pipes...

and so on.

To resume, your final purpose is to
obtain a perfect human society.

Absolutely. As disciplined
and hard-working...

as ants or termites or...

Bad news from the Isle of the Hanged.
Bondonnat hasn't created anything yet!

I'm not surprised.

It's a form of sabotage.
We must punish him severely.

Reprisals will be useless.

We must face the facts.
The weather canon...

won't be ready for the harvest
- You won't give up ruining Fred Jorgell?

I have no other solution!

There is a solution and
I already gave it to you.

The Red Hand must buy
all the remaining silos.

And I answer you again.
It's out of the question.

Come on, help me!

I don't know. Let's think
about it another time.

Your so-called brother has
a godmother he loves dearly.

Aunt Lisbeth from Chicago.

Harry is a man of duty.

In two days...

he'll go to her burial.
- Why? Is Aunt Lisbeth dead?

Not yet, I anticipate.
But we'll ensure that she is tomorrow.

And then?

You will have free rein.
For a few weeks...

William Dorgan will only
have one son at his side.

And it will be you.
- Don't count on that.

He refuses to put another
penny in the purchase of silos.

With the contents of this vial...

you'll put an end to his obstinacy.

So, how is my father doing, Doctor?

To be frank, Mr Dorgan,
I see no improvement.

Despite a thorough examination the
cause of his headaches remains a mystery.

It is very unfortunate.

It could simply be overwork.
Businessman's syndrome in a way.

What's your prescription?

Rest. A lot of rest.

I tried to convince him to
let you take care of his business.

And then?

This Doctor is an ass!
He wants me to stop working.

Only for a few days.

Father...

My life and my business are the same.
Inactivity would kill me!

Do you suffer much?

It's agony.

As if a blade of fire
was sticking in my brain.

I've brought a few letters to sign...

but I can come back later.
- No way!

Mail can't wait.

Here are the papers.

Here. Drink this, father.

What kind of drug is that?
- An analgesic...

very powerful.

This will relieve you immediately.

I already have enough drugs.

As you wish.

Thank you.

You hear me, father?
- Very-well.

Get up.

Take this nib... and write.

I, the undersigned... William Dorgan,

give all power...

to my son...

Joe.

Isadora!

You weren't expecting me. - What a nice
surprise! So you noticed my absence?

I was really bored without you.
- I'm sorry.

How was your trip?
- Very sad.

Your aunt?
- Hit by a car, she died instantly.

The driver didn't even stop.
- My condolences.

Thank you. Come, I'll drive you home.
- No, Harry!

I must talk to you.

There are more pleasant places than here.
- No, it's better here.

Airports and air fields are more
appropriate to say farewell. - Farewell?

Yes, Harry. We'll never meet again.

I see, you've met someone else.

No really, not at all.

Then, as soon as tonight, I'll ask
your father for your hand. - No, Harry!

We must renounce
our wedding project. - But why?

Because fate forces me to...

Because fate forces me
to silence my heart.

I still have my dignity, Harry.
- But I don't understand, Isadora.

At least people won't say
I married you for your money.

It's ridiculous. Your father is as rich
as mine, Isadora. - He used to be richer.

Why? Is it no more the case?
- He's ruined!

Joe!
- Harry, old brother!

At last, you're back. - I'm happy
to see you again. - Father is sick.

But it's not serious.
The danger is gone now.

How are you, father?

I-feel-fine-thanks-to-Joe.
- I'm happy then, father.

My-business-is-also-going-well.

Thanks-to-Joe.

Yes, You succeeded in getting
Fred Jorgell into trouble.

We-have-ruined-him.

Buried-thanks-to-wonderful-idea-of-Joe.
- An idea that you must forget, father.

We must backtrack while
there's still time. - Why so?

Because the consequences
would be incalculable.

A competitor eliminated, that's all.

Victims by tens of thousands.

Leaving crops rotting you
will trigger a terrible famine.

That's not our business.

But it will be your responsibility.

You're about to commit
a crime against humanity!

Harry went over to the enemy, father.

Isadora Jorgell has turned his head...

as I feared.

You have only one way to
prove your good faith.

Vow to give up the girl.

Swear that you'll never marry her.

Understood?

It's completely out of the question.

We gave you a chance, Harry.

Too bad for you.

What's wrong with you two?
You're not the same. - I-don't-want

a-traitor-in-our-family.

Get-out.

This-house-is-no-longer-yours.

Come on, father, I'm your son!

You're-nothing-to-me-now.

Now-my-only-son...

is-Joe.

Take care, it's heavy!
- Ruined!

I'm ruined!

I have nothing left except
a billion tons of grain...

that will rot at the first rains.

And the banks? They can't
lend you money on the grain?

Joe let them know
discreetly his move.

Everybody knows that if the grain
stays in the open it becomes worthless.

And if you find a place to store it?

Impossible. You know that.
- Please answer to my question.

Under this condition the banks
would lend me money of course.

Leave this piano at its place.

And bring back everything,
drapes, paintings, bring them back.

You're crazy!
You know I must sell everything.

From now on, we're not selling,
we're buying!

I bought everything in your name,
Mr Jorgell.

Cargo ships, barges, pleasure boats...
- With what money?

Bank money of course.

They immediately coughed up when they
learned that ship's bilges replaced silos.

My grain is saved.
- Yes.

And you become the
largest shipowner in the world.

You should speculate, Harry.

I don't know a sport more
exciting than speculation.

I have other plans in mind.

By the way, what will your brother Joe do
with the silos he bought? - I don't know.

The Dorgan Empire is nothing more
than a house of cards.

I just have to blow on it
to make it collapse.

Poor Harry.

If you become poor I'll never marry you.

You can't do that to this good boy!

And if old Dorgan was ruined...

with whom would I fight?
- Thank you, Mr Jorgell.

Joe will ask to negotiate
with you very soon, I'm certain.

It can wait. For now
I have better things to do.

What, father?

Prepare your wedding.

Because I will never find
a better son-in-law than this boy.

Ah! At last!

Translation: aloysius70
Timings: Pinhead

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