All language subtitles for flight of the lost balloon - 1961.eng

Oooho!

Agh!

Agh-ai!

Agh!

I don't know!

Agh!

Agh-ai!

Ah-hoohoo!

Agh!

I don't know.

There's no treasure,
I'm telling you.

I don't know.

Revive him.

Bring him here.

Ach.

I apologize for having tested
you so severely, Sir Hubert.

And I wish to make amends.

These letters addressed
to your friends

at the London Geographical Society

containing detailed
instructions for your rescue.

Sign them.

Unchain me.

I'll find my own way back.

You are my guest, Sir Hubert.

I should be remiss
in my hospitality

if I allowed you to make
a journey of 2,000 miles

through equatorial
Africa in your condition.

You must let me help you.

I insist.

Four or five months, Sir
Hubert, this package of letters

may grant you your freedom.

...my step
with ungodly courage,

the patrons of the London
Geographical Society ignoring...

...ignoring personal
privations and danger

have pulled aside the veil of...

Good eve.

Yeah.

So that's Sir Adam's daughter, eh?

That's Ellen Burton, yeah.

Oh, Charles, Charles.

In my hat, please.

Thank you.

My notes.

If I may say so, sir.

You're half an hour late.

Ah.

Nothing Sir Adam likes better
than after dinner speaking.

And myself, for the
discovery of Lake Tanganyika.

What a time to be late, with that
beautiful woman sitting next to my...

...remiss to announce yet another...

of the conquest of this dark
and mysterious continent.

The... creature... of the Nile,

How do you do, Miss Burton?

I'm Doctor Faraday.

We haven't mat as...

At this very moment,
Sir Hubert's...

...of the Nile.

In his honored place
in the platform

this evening, is
my daughter, Ellen.

I apologize for being late.

But I was held up by...

Sir Hubert's fiance.

We also have with us this
evening, that remarkable member

of Sir Hubert's safari, who brought
us Sir Hubert's maps and measures.

Brought them, gentleman,
through 2,000 miles

of treacherous African
jungle, to our very doorstep

with the unerring accuracy
of a London postman.

This society has undertaken
to act on these letters,

and has organized a rescue safari

for the purpose of bringing Sir
Hubert safely out of the jungle.

I should of course, prefer to be
in the vanguard of this rescue

party, but due to my
recent bout with the gout,

the Board has prevailed upon me
to be give over the leadership

to one of our younger and
more vigorous members.

I now give you that footloose,
and gout free, traveler,

fugitive from shipwreck, tomahawk,
and war club, Doctor Joseph Faraday.

Want to sit down?

Ahem.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
distinguished members

of the London Geographical
Society, Sir Burton,

and, uh, distinguished guest.

Aheh, after a careful study of
Sir Hubert's maps and letters,

I've come to the conclusion
that the proposed safari

into the heart of Africa
should be abandoned.

In place of five weary
months of slogging

through malarial
swamps, cannibal spears,

and toothful crocodiles, I
propose a five day journey

of ease and comfort in
a hydrogen gas balloon.

The, uh, balloon, of which
this is a scale model,

will carry three passengers.

I would like to propose
that it be captained

by our esteemed president,
Sir Adam Burton.

I accept.

I will perform the
duties of navigator.

And our third passenger
will be our turbaned friend

here, who will guide
us to Sir Hubert

once we reach the
headwaters of the Nile.

Now, hmm, we will start our
journey here at the Niger River.

The prevailing winds will
carry us across the jungles

of the Congo to our destination.

Once we have Sir Hubert
safely on the balloon,

we will then continue our
journey across Africa,

and descend at Zanzibar.

I, uh, venture to say, with
such a lovely young lady

there to greet him,
that it will, uh, be

some time before Sir Hubert gives
us an accounting of his experiences.

Was that all that, Mr. Adam?

There's still more to come.

Right here, boys.

Let's move it over there.

Put it over there, boys.

All right.

Come along.

Straighten the kit.

Move along smartly.

I don't think they like us.

Well, you see.

They're moon worshippers.

They think we're going after their
moon and, uh, that's sacrilegious.

What's this?

Oh, be careful. Careful.
That's acid.

Acid?

Yes.

What for?

Oh, it's hydrogen.

Keeps the balloon afloat.

Elementary school child knows that.

How does it work?

Well, heh, you see, sulfuric
acid added to water increases

its conductibility,
resolving itself into its two

component parts,
oxygen and hydrogen.

It actually goes off
by the positive flow,

and the hydrogen goes up
through that end of the balloon.

Had enough?

More.

Now.

Now the gas is increased
1-480th of their volume

for every degree of heat.

So, if I turn up the heat on
this blow pipe device here...

In other words, you
light this thing-a-ma-jig

and it makes the balloon go up.

Precisely.

I never did have a good
head for physics, doctor.

I am impressed.

The whole idea of making this
flight by balloon is most ingenious.

Well actually, it was, um,
your fiance's idea, Sir Hubert.

He didn't come out and
say so in his letters,

but it was sort of
between the lines,

a sort of screaming for a balloon.

That's why your
father called on me.

Have you gone mad?

That was a three shilling Havana.

Uh, well, uh, Sir Adam.

I'm afraid old Bluebeard
here was, uh, right.

Uh, one spark from that cigar
would have blown us sky high.

Oh, what a bore.

He thinks more of that ruddy
balloon than he does of a good cigar.

Well, huhmm, how's
your moving going?

Oh, that's what I came to tell you.

The men are bringing off the
last of the supplies now.

Oh, well good.

Then we'll start attaching
the basket the the balloon.

Sooner airborne, the better.

I don't feel too safe around
here with careless Englishmen

and, uh, sullen natives.

Well, wait till after dark,
when they start beating their drums.

That's when they're
really unfriendly.

Yes.

I'll be happy when you're
safely on the boat to Zanzibar.

You'll find it a bit
more civilized there.

It is a bit primitive, isn't it?

And it was even
more so 10 years ago,

when I was through here
on my safari to the Congo.

Hubert was with me.

You and Sir Hubert
must have explored

half Africa together,
single-handedly.

Go.

It will be a proud day for
me when you two are married.

Well, you two, I dare say.

"Wah-no" see lady in balloon.

All right.

Thank you.

Probably ready to leave.

Can't say that I'm sorry.

Besides, the barometer's
been falling.

Probably in for a bit of weather.

Doctor Faraday.

Hello.

I'm coming up.

Now careful, my dear.

Steady.

Oh.

"Wah-no" say stamp paper.

Oh, what a bother.

Here we go.

Thank you, Doctor Faraday.

Well, you shouldn't
have climbed up here.

I was just going to come
down and say good bye.

I'm glad you did, though.

I didn't come to say good bye.

Oh?

I came to thank you
for what you're doing.

Risking your life
to save Sir Hubert.

Oh, well.

Saving explorers for beautiful
young women is a hobby of mine.

I suppose this is silly.

But do be careful.

I have a premonition
about this trip.

What could be safer than
swinging in a hammock hitched

to the stars, while the
world turns under you?

No beasts.

No bugs.

No bunions.

It's not the beasts and the,
the bugs that I'm worried about.

It's, it's swinging in this hammock
with Blackbeard, as you call him.

Ah-hah.

Bluebeard?

Well, he's not exactly my choice
for a traveling companion, I admit.

But, uh, without him, we have
no hope of finding Sir Hubert.

Oh, it must be father.

Well, I'll leave you now.

I'll be waiting in Zanzibar.

Good luck, doctor.

Who let go of those ropes?

Hold on there.

Father.

Ellen.

Doctor.

Wait for me.

Don't be too late in releasing
the gas, my dear doctor.

You'll have us all in the river.

By what right have you caused
this balloon to be launched?

By the right which my
indispensability confers.

You see, I am the gossamer
thread by which you will find

your way through the labyrinth of
the jungle to Sir Hubert Warrington.

Kill me or leave me behind,
and you break the thread.

I don't wish to minimize your
importance, my dear doctor,

but without you as
navigator, I should never

be able to land this young
lady at her destination.

And what is my destination?

Don't be alarmed at the prospect
of your unexpected journey.

The same thing happened to a
young barmaid, named Fontan.

The young lady
accomplished the journey

all the way across
Spain and into Portugal.

No one died of it.

Well, as soon as we descend,
we're going to have an explanation.

Descend?

With that storm approaching?

Better to ascend, I assure you.

Let's not act rashly.

For Sir Hubert's sake
as well as for your own.

Ballooning accidents have always
been the result of rashness.

Des Rosiers made an ascent
on the 13th of June, 1785.

He had a Montgolfier
apparatus similar to your own.

More crude perhaps.

All the same, it too was a
torch under a powder barrel.

He opened the valve too
quickly and his balloon

fell on Montgolfier apparatus.

He was blown to pieces
by the explosions.

Shattering, was it not?

Well, it's been a long day.

I, for one, am going
to get some rest.

I suggest you two do the same.

Can we descend now?

Be torn to shreds if we tried
to descend in this storm.

By the time it subsides, we'll
be too far in to make it back

to civilization on foot.

Oh, I'm afraid we've no choice.

We're committed to a trip across
Africa with our friend here.

Well, father always said there's

nothing like a good
Indian guide for travel.

Well, a doctor always says, nothing

like a good night's
rest after a hard day.

Cozy, n'est-ce pas?

Seen the letters.

Seemed genuine enough.

Well, strange about that letter.

Sir Hubert has never had any
interest whatsoever in balloons.

Oh?

Well, our friend seems quite
well informed about it.

I wonder, perhaps...

Ah, good morning.

Sunrise over the jungle.

Magnificent.

Oh, there's the village Dondaga.

The natives are running away.

They must be frightened of us.

Soon, they'll recover
from their fright.

The chiefs are armed with muskets,

and the balloon
makes an easy target.

Dump the water over the side.

We can get some more later on.

Can a bullet hole bring us down?

Well, that depends.

The balloon has an inner,
as well as an outer, fabric.

The bullet would have to pierce
both of them in order to bring us down.

Well, we've risen out
of range of the muskets.

Across the mountains
are many fresh water

streams where we can
replenish our supplies.

Isn't that the Congo River?

Yes, that's right.

Ah, that clearing by it is
a perfect landing place.

Oh, what splendid palms.

Yeah, those are coconut.

It's the only plant
in the world supplying

all of man's basic necessities.

Food, warmth,
shelter, and clothing.

It looks so quiet and
peaceful down there.

Yeah.

Don't be misled.

There could be a 1,000
cannibals beneath those fronds.

And you wouldn't see one.

It was among these very trees
that the unfortunate Benjamin

Maizon was murdered in 1845.

He was captured by the
cannibals of the region

and tied to the foot
of a giant coco palm.

The savage chief cut him
slowly limb from limb.

Then literally tore the
half-severed head from the body.

Maizon was only 26.

Cheese?

Later, thank you.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll be right back.

Hold tight.

Hurry, please.

Well, for a few fresh coconuts,
and, uh, we'll be on our way.

Oh, please doctor.

Let the...

I have a very uneasy
feeling about this place.

And... Coconuts are
good for that uneasy feeling.

I'll be right back.

The cannibals.

Take the balloon up.

Wait, wait.

One shot and all will be lost.

Be quiet.

Make no sudden move.

Isn't this an excellent
time to make our ascent?

It would be more prudent to wait.

I have told them that
we are gods of the moon,

and that we have descended from
the heavens to honor their village.

Malkia, their queen, is very ill.

They believe we have the
answer to their prayers

for assistance from heaven.

They want the gods of the moon
to make medicine for their queen.

Well, all right.

Tell them we'll go.

But you better turn
up that blow pipe,

in case we have to
make a fast retreat.

Well, I hope the grapple holds.

I'm glad they didn't
leave Bluebeard behind.

At least he can't strand us here.

I think it's you he wants.
Not the balloon.

Otherwise, he wouldn't
have maneuvered

to have us cut loose with
you in Sir Adam's place.

Well, let's hope that we stay
alive long enough to find out.

Do you really think we're safe?

Have no fear.

We are protected by
their superstition.

They're all trying to give you
a diagnosis of Malkia's illness.

The witch doctor is
especially concerned

if he will be buried alive
with her if she dies.

That sounds like fun.

Well, should we have
a look at the patient?

Yes, well, I'll, um, take a look.

A-hem.

Good afternoon.

Is she dead?

Dead drunk.

She's absolutely spiflicated.

Well, do they have anything
like black coffee around here?

Oh.

I have some smelling salts.

Oh, well good.

Let's try that.

Any port in a storm.

Yeeeeee!

There you are, your majesty.

Just try that, your highness.

Bweeugh.

Ugh..

She wants more liquor.

I think we'd better depart
before she passes out again.

Oh, I'm afraid we can't.

Now she's calling for you.

Mmm-mah.

Oh, wow.

I will tell her majesty
how delicious you find it.

Oh, I'm hungry.

I was just wondering
who's in the Tabasco sauce.

Ahhhhh.

This orgy may well be her last.

Perhaps we'd better get the moon
back up in the sky before it's missed.

Quick.

Something's amiss.

They're calling the
natives to stop us.

Well, let's not wait
to ask questions.

Come on.

What happened?
Did the patient die?

The moon has risen.
They know we're imposters.

You sure you wouldn't like
to stop for some coconuts?

This is no time to make jokes.

De-line the grapple.

Get aboard.

They're coming.

I should be careful with that.

I'm sure it's tipped
with a deadly poison.

How convenient it would be.

You could rid yourself of
me and, at the same time,

rid yourself of Sir Hubert.

Which I'm sure would suit the
two of you at this moment.

But you won't.

Western honor prevents
you, doesn't it?

You were right about
your hammock in the stars.

Lovely.

Moonlight in the jungle.

Mhm.

It's eerie, looking
out there, and knowing

that Sir Hubert is
somewhere over the horizon.

Ellen, um, can I
ask you a question?

Of course.

I notice that you always
call him Sir Hubert.

Why?

It's true, isn't it?

I don't know.

I, I suppose it's because I've
always looked up to him so.

Ever since I was a girl.

I used to daydream
someday I'd grow up

and, and he'd fall in love with me.

I see.

Jo.

Hm?

May I ask you something?

Anything.

I suppose I ought to know
the answer, being the daughter

of an explorer, but what is
it that makes men like you,

and father, and Sir Hubert
devote their entire lives to danger?

Oh, challenge,
discovery, curiosity.

And unwillingness to live with
anything less exciting, I suppose.

Like a woman?

If you're asking me what made
Sir Hubert plunge into Africa

on the eve of your
wedding, well, some men

are overtaken by their destiny
in spite of themselves.

That was certainly too chivalrous.

Don't always count on my
being a perfect gentleman.

Victoria.

It's Lake Victoria.

The headwaters of the Nile.

Fatal barrier.

Yet from here, it looks so placid.

Are you familiar with
this part of the lake?

Perfectly.

Sir Hubert Warrington is
on that island just ahead.

By Jove, we scored a bullseye.

We Should land directly
on that island.

The winds are most favorable.

Ah, don't congratulate yourself
prematurely, my dear doctor.

You see that flock of birds
rising from the island?

Yes.

They're condors in
the largest size.

How they scream.

They regard us as intruders
with no right to fly as they do.

They may attack us.

Well, if they should.

No, no.

You mustn't.

You'll only incite them and
they'll tear at the balloon.

I have enough ammunition.

But no.

If they attack the top of
the balloon, we're helpless.

Try and get above them, hmm?

You shouldn't have done that.

...escape them.

It's already too late.

We must reach the island.

Quick.

Everything out.

Everything.

Unroll the ballast.

Get some more.

More.

There is no more.

One of us must leave the balloon,
so that the other two can survive.

Well, nothing like
an early morning dip.

Jo.

Jo.

Do not try to understand Golan.

His tongue was torn out years ago.

Be assured, Miss Ellen.

No effort will be spared
to find the good doctor.

I, myself, will stay here
and organize a search party.

Oh, do.
Please.

You must be tired.

My castle is across the way.

My men will take you there.

Everything has been
arranged for your comfort.

Golan.

There's a young doctor.

Search every cove on the
mainland, but find him.

My plans are in danger
as long as he is alive.

Go.

Excuse me.

You're lovely in
oriental dress, my dear.

Is there any news
of Doctor Faraday?

Not yet.

But by now, the boats
have reached the mainland,

and my men are searching for him.

Golan is an excellent tracker.

You may be sure he
will find the doctor.

I pray you're right.

What of Sir Hubert?

Here in the castle.

Safe enough.

I'm just on my way to tell
him of the balloons arrival.

When he finds that by
a strange accident,

Miss Ellen Burton arrived with it...

Did I arrive by a strange accident?

Or by your design?

Design or accident, what matter?

I'm sure Sir Hubert will
find your presence here

in the castle more to his
liking than that of Sir Adam.

I certainly find it so.

When there is news of the doctor,
you shall hear of it immediately.

Hello, there.

I, uh, seem to be lost.

Argh.

Consider the successive
emigrations of the human race,

and you will arrive at
the same conclusions.

Asia was the first
nurse of the world.

For 4,000 years, she was fruitful,
and bore her children.

Then, as she lost her
abundance, her children

left her dried and withered bosom

for the younger and more
fertile fields of Europe.

For 2,000 years, Europe
has nourished them.

Today, she too is
losing her abundance.

And the people are throwing themselves
on the richer bosom of America.

In its turn, the newer
continents will become old.

Her forests will
fall under the axe.

And Africa will become
the great kingdom of the world.

Is that what you're
trying to tell me?

Precisely, my dear.

What about Egypt?

Surely the Nile cradled
civilization at one time.

It seems you're coming
about to Africa a bit late.

Or don't you consider
Egypt important?

I consider Egypt the
most important of all.

As Sir Hubert will tell you.

We have spent many interesting
hours in conversation over Egypt.

Did you know that Cleopatra visited

the headwaters of the
Nile during her reign?

Interesting.

No, I hadn't heard it.

Look.

Those ruins near where the
balloon landed attest to her visit.

They are carvings in the stone
which indicate the she...

but forgive me,
I must be boring you.

No. To the contrary,
I find your philosophy very interesting.

Only time can prove you right.

It already has, my dear.

You see, your doctor
is a very good swimmer.

He has reached land safely.

It's only a matter of time
until my servants find him.

I must go now.

But let me warn you against
wandering about the castle.

There are many dangers.

Come with me, Golan.

No matter.

He cannot enter the castle alive.

Ahhh.

Jo.

Oh, Jo.

I'm so glad you're safe.

Well, for the moment.

That big fellow with Bluebeard
has been trying to kill me all day.

Have you seen Sir Hubert yet?

Not yet.

I think they're on
their way to him now.

Come on.

With all these doors around
here, one could get lost.

Let's try this way.

Ah, Sir Hubert.

I'm happy to see
you're still alive.

Sorry.

I cannot return the compliment.

You still refuse to tell me?

I still tell you, I don't know.

Let us begin again.

Do you deny having a
chest of jewels with you

when your boat
capsized in the lake?

I have never denied it.

I told you, those were
cheap imitation jewels.

Trinkets, beads, that every
safari coming to Africa

has to give to the natives.

So you did.

But while I was away,
some of my servants

recovered some of your novelties
from the bottom of the lake.

Examine this, if you will.

Does it look like a
novelty for the natives?

Genuine diamond, Sir Hubert.

Mounted in pure gold.

Cleopatra's signet.

Do you still deny having
found her treasure?

Answer me.

You'll not get this secret from me.

The balloon arrived today.

From London.

And with it, a visitor who
may loosen your tongue.

Miss Ellen Burton.

E-ellen?

That is why you had me sign
that packet of letters?

To bring her?

Oh, what a joke.

What a monstrous joke
on you, my dear sir.

We shall see how you laugh
when we put her to the torture.

Ah.

You thought to take
Cleopatra's treasure from me

with the threat of torture to her?

Yes, my dear sir.

I do know the secret.

I know the secret of
Cleopatra's treasure,

but you shall not tear it from me.

Never.

The girl means nothing to me.

A means to an end.

Sir Adam Burton's daughter.

I courted her so I could get Sir
Adam's support for my journey.

Now that I have
Cleopatra's treasure,

I no longer need Sir
Adam or the girl.

You have blundered, my dear sir.

And you will blunder again.

And when you do, I shall be free.

Free of you and
this accursed place.

I shall go back to England,
the richest man in the world.

Oh.

You don't believe me.

Bring her.

Bring here here.

Put her on that rack.

Torture her.

Brand her.

Pull out her fingernails
as you've done mine.

From me you'll get nothing.

Nothing.

We shall see, when we
put her to the test.

The same inner courtyard.

Yeah, we got to find a way out of
here before we can rescue Sir Hubert.

How did you get in here?

Well, there's a crocodile moat.

And I don't recommend that
as an avenue of escape.

Look.

Hm?

Isn't that an outer door?

Let's take a look.

Ahhh.

I hope his collar button holds.

Oh, it's Bluebeard.

He mustn't see you in here.

I warned you of the
dangers of this castle.

These chains are very old.

If he should break them...

Ah, I'm sorry.

I've gone to great
lengths to bring you here.

It would be a tragedy if
anything were to happen to you.

You will be more
careful in the future.

I was just searching
for Sir Hubert.

That will no longer be necessary.

I will take you to him now.

Sir Hubert.

How-could you?

Hubert.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What has he done to you?

I'm all right.

I'd like to unlock your
manacles, Sir Hubert.

But then I can't afford
another blunder, can I?

Sir Hubert feels I blundered
in bringing you here.

I, of course, am of
a different opinion.

Why have you chained him to
the wall like some animal?

Why did you bring me here?

What do you want from us?

Yo will recall our conversation
after dinner tonight.

Of Egypt and Cleopatra.

Yes.

During the great
naval Battle of Actium,

Cleopatra brought Antony
reinforcements of 60 vessels.

Then, in the middle of the engagement,
suddenly Cleopatra took flight.

Antony left the battle and followed
her to Egypt, pursued by Octavian.

You're wondering what all this
has to do with your question.

Well, on Antony's death, Cleopatra
gathered up all her vast treasure,

and again took flight.

This time, up the Nile.

Octavian pursued her as far as
the third cataract, and turned back.

But Cleopatra did not stop
until she reached this island.

It was here that she was
bitten by the viper and died.

She was only 38.

The secret of her
treasure died with her.

I still don't understand.

For 2,000 years, the lost treasure
has been a legend among the natives.

When I discovered the ruins
of Cleopatra's temple,

I took over this island,
and then the castle.

For 13 years, I
have been searching.

But it was not for me to
discover the treasure.

Sir Hubert found it.

He was making off with
a canoe full of gems

when my natives surprised
him on the lake.

He has only to reveal the
location of the treasure.

If he does not reveal the location,

I shall be forced to
torture you until he does.

He's mad.

There is no treasure here.

I'm sorry you were
dragged into this.

I, I can't help you.

My hands are tied.

Hm.

Very well put, Sir Hubert.

Who says the British have no
sense of humor, eh, Golan?

In the morning, you and the servants
will move the torture rack there,

in front of Sir Hubert,
where he can see better.

I shall leave you alone now,
to reflect on your course of action.

You must have a great
deal to think about.

Come, my dear.

I warn you.

I will have the secret
or Miss Ellen's life.

The choice is yours.

Good night, Sir Hubert.

Doctor Faraday.

Shh.

Quiet.

You want him to hear you?

The key.

The map.

Right there.

Come on.

Hurry.

We've only got a few
hours to plan our escape.

Is there a way out of this castle?

Yes, but they're
the killer's chamber.

Oh.

Well, let's find a way
past him in the morning.

How well do you know this island?

Too well.

Yeah, well, uh, come here.

Now, the balloon
which brought us here.

Well, let's see.

Now, don't forget.

200 pounds of ballast, no more.

Yeah.

Now, if anything
should happen to me,

Ellen knows how to
work the blow pipe.

And, uh, let's see.

The prevailing winds will
carry you as far as Zanzibar.

The British are expecting you.

I have to chain you up again.

No.

They've still got Ellen.

She'll never get out
of here alive if you...

They won't hurt her.

It's me they want.

Quiet.
You'll give us away.

Let go.

I'm getting out of this hell hole.

Now let me go.

I'm free.

I'm free.

Don't you understand?

I'm free.

Hahaha.

I'm free.

An ingenious device.

It was the Greeks who
first introduced the rack.

Then the Romans took
it from the Greeks

and added hooks for tearing flesh.

But it was in Spain where the most
efficient models were developed.

This is one of the best
of the Spanish models.

Slow, painful, and most effective.

Let me show you.

Ahhhhhh!

Ahhhh!

Ahh, ahh!

Ahh!

We've reached the moment of truth.

Are you ready to tell me
where you found the treasure?

I cannot tell you
what I do not know.

Oh, Hubert.

Please.

If you know, tell him.

There is nothing to tell.

I do not know.

You do know and you will tell.

Put her on the rack.

This is your last
chance before I abandon

Miss Ellen to the
tender mercies of Golan.

Very well.

Carry on, Golan.

And if the gallant Sir Hubert
changes his mind, you may call me.

Hey, you there.

Urgh.

Throw it.

Agh.

Agh.

Unlock me.

Come on...

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm all right.

Get that key.

Yeah.

Unlock me.

Get that key.

Be quiet.

Wait a minute.

Could you give a good scream?

It can't hurt trying.

Ahhhhhhhhh.

Ahhhhhh-ah.

Ahhhh.

Ahhhhhhh.

Good.

We need to be going.

There.

We'll be safe in here.

Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo.

Let's hope they go away,
once I let them loose here.

Wrench.

Agh.

Hoo-hoo.

Hoo-hoo-hoo.

Well, if they do decide to go away,

you and Ellen make
it to the balloon.

I'll stay here and decoy Bluebeard.

You must go with us.

Once he's discovered we've left
the castle, he'll make for the balloon.

I'll delay him long enough
for you to warm the gas.

It's Golan.

Remember.

200 pounds of ballast.

If I'm not there by the time the
moon starts to rise, leave without me.

Jo.

Come on, Ellen.

Ellen.

Sir Hubert.

Where are you?

Hubert.

The balloon's over there.

I know.

Get the blow pipe started.

I'll bring ballast.

Keep the flame high.

More ballast.

Golan.

Golan.

Get a ram and bring it down.

Here. Help me.
Ballast.

You heard the doctor.

200 pounds of ballast.

Then you did know about
the treasure all the time.

Two years in that dungeon,
suffering the tortures of the damned.

I've thought of nothing else.

Come.

Ellen.

Gods, Ellen.

Isis.

Osiris.

Amun-ra.

They're mine now, Ellen.

They're all mine.

You'll never know how
much it meant to me.

Enough to let me die for them.

What greater glory then to die
for the eternal gods of Egypt?

How many innocents have
sacrificed their blood

on this ancient alter of Isis?

How many young hearts have
felt the exquisite joy

of the plunge of this?

You... Oh, let's leave
this place quickly.

And leave without the crowning
glory of Cleopatra herself?

The sarcophagus.

I've got to find the sarcophagus.

Hubert, come away...

Get away from me.

It's got to be here.

It's got to be here somewhere.

Agh.

Ah.

Ahhh.

Agh.

The balloon.
Spears.

After them.

Jo.

Get him.

Throw off the ballast.

Jo.

Run.

The ladder.

Hurry.

Throw off more ballast.

Hold on.

To the canoes.
Quickly.

Put a hole in their balloo.

They'll never make
it across the lake.

Oh, thank heaven
we're safe at last.

Well, it's been quite a morning.

Where's Sir Hubert?

He's dead.

He died a horrible death
in the treasure room.

He knew where it was all the time.

Great Scot, we'll never make it
over the mountains with all this.

Give me a hand.

We've got to get
this unloaded here.

Ahh.

It seems we three are
destined to travel together.

Only this time, it is I
who wished to descend.

Those jewels are mine.

Very well.

Here.

We've got to clear that mountain.

Everything over the side.
Quickly.

Everything?

Everything.

Not a small string
of pearls like these.

Even a string of pearls like these.

Every ounce counts.

Well, in that case.

Wait.

We made it.

It'll be downhill all the way now.

Look.

I, uh, I'm sorry about
all of those jewels.

But you see, every ounce of
weight in the balloon it takes

a cubic displacement
of air equal to... what

have you got in your mouth?

Hmm?

Hey.
Come on.

You've been holding out.

Well, where could we
find s stone like that?

In Piccadilly?