All language subtitles for secret_of_jules_verne_s01e16_the_rockets_red_glare

This ain't whiskey, it's hogwash!

Yes, Jim.

If you're a discriminating drinker, old
destructor might be more of your taste,

Jim.

Yes, that's just what the... The new
commander of the West Point Military

Academy needs to get his juices flowing.

Well, sir, I do believe you're going to
turn all those college boys into real

soldiers for you. I'm going to turn them
into soldiers just like me.

West Point won't know what hit it,
General.

The Confederacy won't know what hit it
when my boys reach the front line.

They'll have the entire South up in
flames before you can whistle Dixie.

Fill her up again.

What do you savages want with me?

The kidnapping of General Theodore
Steele began the most dangerous period

American -British relations since the
War of 1812.

As tensions mounted, we were invited to
call on the Governor of Upper Canada.

There, we also found Sir Jonathan
Chatsworth.

You present us with a most unfortunate
situation, Governor. It has nothing to

with us, Sir Jonathan. It was the
Mohawks. You know perfectly well the

have been British allies for centuries,
so it looks as if we're behind the damn

kidnapping. And are we?

Of course not, Fogg. We have no wish to
see Britain and America at war again.

Well, that's a relief.

Yep, Fogg.

I didn't bring you here for you to make
a pleasant remark. You didn't bring me

here at all. I came of my own volition.
Look, we have a crisis on our hands.

Governor, I understand that American
troops have crossed the border. There

been incidents, provocations. It's
getting very ugly.

Which is why we so appreciate your offer
to use your dirigible in the search.

What offer?

Ah. Ah?

Well, I did rather assume that you
would... That you would do your duty by

country.

Chatsworth.

You know where my duty lies, do you?

And used to lie with the British Secret
Service before you chose to, uh, throw

in the towel.

And in my resignation is the phrase I
prefer, Chatsworth.

It's a protest against the service of
this woefully incompetent management.

It was you who let go the wheel,
Phileas.

Well, there isn't much honor in being an
armchair critic.

Abraham Lincoln himself was due to see
Steele at West Point, Mr. Fogg, for the

passing out parade.

We have hundreds of troops searching the
forest.

They've found nothing.

Look, I live with being kidnapped, but I
really could do with a drink. What do

you say we have a short stop for some
fire water, huh, Chief?

Chief!

Chief!

Damn, I've seen some cigar store
Indians. This is crazy. Why don't you

something?

All right, I understand now.

You're not interested in conversation.

I loved Fenimore Cooper's books when I
was a boy.

Just think, it was in woods like these
that the last Mohicans tracked down the

Mingoes to rescue the Monroe sisters.

You, Jules, are a romantic.

Sometimes I think you're living life
like one of the characters in the books

keep promising to write.

Why not?

Life should be filled with drama and
suspense and wonderful third act

But it never is, Vern.

You can't shape reality like you can a
book.

You can try.

I think we have found the nest, boys.

Now all there is to do is smoke out the
insects within.

These are the Adantos, sir. They're
peaceful people. I don't think they'd be

involved in something like this.
Sergeant, you know too much about

not enough about war.

Company, forward!

What is that?

Vote signal.

I'm sure of it.

It's a message.

It's a fire, Fern.

Someone has set fire to something.

Large. Like a village.

Let's go and have a look.

No.

Where have you hidden the general?

Big boy.

I didn't take him.

Then how did you come to be wearing his
hat?

On it first.

I didn't.

or not alone.

We searched the village, sir. There's no
sign of the general anywhere. And the

rest of the Indians have fled into the
woods.

It leaves only you to answer the
questions.

We kidnapped nobody.

That is an untruth!

And I will not tolerate untruth from
Indians.

You people don't know what truth is, do
you?

Well, you are dealing with custom now.

So you had better start learning.

Let's go!

Easy, easy.

You should be brushing up on your
education too, Lieutenant, and your

should be respect for others.

We thought that this might help you
concentrate on the lessons. You are

interfering with United States Army
business. And you're invading British

Canada. Take my advice.

Get out. If you do interfere with the
United States Army, there will be blood

shed between our two nations.

Yes, but not this, boys.

Not here and not now.

Why are you protecting these kidnappers?

Are they working for you? Oh, for
goodness sake, what idiot decided you

for a commission?

I will be sending a full report on this
incident to Washington.

Telling everyone exactly how brave you
were, no doubt.

Company!

Prepare to move out!

You have not heard the last George
Armstrong custom, lady.

Prompt you that.

I'll always remember you, Lieutenant.

So nice to meet a soldier who takes such
good care of his hair.

Company, forward!

You really pushed him, Rebecca.

Well, he's a bullying prig, and I hate
that sort of man.

I thank you, strangers, for saving my
life.

Is it true you're in search of the
drunken general?

Yes. Do you know who took him? It was
not the Mohawk or any Iroquois tribe.

Really? Who was it, then?

This is ridiculous!

Son of a... What sort of Indians are
you?

Fairly sophisticated ones, General.

What? Well, you're not a damn mohawk at
all!

General Steele, the flower of American
smoothie.

Whiskey. It's all that damn whiskey.

I drank.

Coming back to haunt me, though.

Horrible, but well -deserved way. I'll
give it up, I tell you.

I'll never touch another drop, I swear
to God.

And you have my word on that as a United
States Army officer.

I am not an hallucination, General.

Though you will soon come to wish that I
were.

And I am afraid that our acquaintance
will be of short duration.

But I can promise that for you, at
least, it will be intensely fantastic.

Passport 2.

Passport 2, you all right?

Yes.

Oh, I'm sorry, Master.

They're hitting me from behind.

Who did it?

No, it's all right.

You want to follow your flying ship
downriver?

Absolutely. Well, it looks as if you're
going to fulfill your last of the

Mohican fantasies after all, Jules.

Jules? Look at this.

What have you got there, Bird?

Looking sweet.

And beneath is a footprint.

This is the outline of a skull.

Do you know these marks at all?

Oh, yes, lady.

It was them.

Them? Who's them?

The dead ones.

They rode past me in the forest with the
general.

It was they who took your ship.

Hey, look. What?

Hey, look.

Look at that.

What is that?

Come on, let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Thank God.

Oh, my God.

Has everyone gone mad?

They found Steele.

Dead at the doornail. At West Point.

With a whiskey bottle in his hand.

In death as in life.

Problem is, Chatsworth, it seems that
your man was responsible.

Body dropped from the airship of Phileas
Fogg.

Yeah.

That does rather point the finger,
doesn't it?

I can't ignore this.

I must put out an arrest warrant to
convince the Americans that we aren't

it. You've missed this.

Despite this outrage, President Abraham
Lincoln has confirmed his decision to be

at the West Point passing out parade on
the 14th, where he will make a major

speech on international relations,
including, no doubt, relations with

Canada. The 14th. Which gives us less
than 48 hours to clear this thing up.

Do you see if you can bring fog in by
then, won't you?

Alive, if possible.

You're quite the hunter.

Just like in The Last of the Mohicans.

Do you know that book?

I read it in the mission school.

Oh. I do not think the author had ever
met an Indian in his life.

Oh. I think you should make a note of
them. Uh -huh.

Or possibly we should focus on finding
General Steele.

In accordance with my assignment.

Or risk disappointing Sir Jonathan.

Tell Aurora.

Phileas, I am getting sick and tired of
your continuous feud with Sir Jonathan

Chatsworth. It is not grown up.

But finding General Steele without the
Aurora isn't going to be easy.

I wonder how they're coming.

The dead ones.

They know everything.

They come to my village, took my
brother.

Do you know where?

To the land of the dead, the east.

Could you guide us there?

No.

I do not have the courage.

If I did not have the courage to search
for my own brother, how could I have it

for this?

You might be surprised to find what you
discover, Tonwa, if you look inside

yourself.

Tortures.

How do you know that they're not our
troops?

How do we know they're not Captain?

There they are.

There is fog.

Stop right there.

In the name of the Queen.

In the name of the Queen?

Fire!

Hold the bank. What?

Hold the bank.

I've done nothing to harm you.

Jocelyn, I know him.

He disappeared six months ago from the
next village.

Jocelyn, what have they done to you?
They took us into the rock at home, into

the living rock.

Three of us escaped.

The others were shot and ran beside me.

Are these the people you call the dead
ones?

Inside the rock.

What rock?

The rock.

Roars. In a chain together.

Digging. Digging.

Sussman. What of my brother?

Died. The first day.

He challenged the broken one.

Struck him down like a dog.

The broken one.

What broken one?

You do not.

I want to know the broken one, sir.

He will freeze the marrow of your soul.

Tell me.

He was on a throne. He was in pieces and

terrible to look at.

Death was in his hands.

Count Gregory, are you still alive?

You have to take us to this place,
Saswan.

I will not go back there, white man.

I will never go back to the place of the
dead.

But I will.

Saswan will tell me the way.

We have faced the dead ones.

Have overcome them we can do it again My
brother will be avenged

The land of the dead.

I'll come out the other side.

I promise you.

The rock that ruined...

No movement, obvious structure.

Now, that one talked of making a tunnel.

Why would you make a tunnel into a
waterfall?

We'll find the answer to that when we
find the tunnel.

He said it was on an island.

But there aren't many islands.

Look at that, Fogg.

Phileas? Phileas?

Everything looks alright.

Should I commence re -inflation? Not
yet.

I want to know what they've been up to.

Oblipticating the carpet.

Up with you.

Stay with the door.

And be ready to leave in a hurry.

I will go, Chief. No, you and me will be
the guard.

And this time, I'm going to do it
properly.

Reminds me of Duke Rimini and his rocket
-powered vampires.

A propellant.

That's what this is.

Rocket propellant.

Okay. Immediate reflation.

Let's get out of here before they know
we found that tunnel.

Phileas!

We could have taken them on.

We could have.

As soon as they saw the Aurora lift off,
I think they'll know we were here. They

don't know we found the tunnel. They
will guess.

Phyllis, it's not like you to back away
from a fight.

Please be telling me what is going on.

It's a mystery to me.

It's a mystery to us as well, Pastor.
All we know is that Count Gregory and

League of Darkness are building some
kind of rocket -propelled device.

In a cave behind the falls.

That's what my brother died for.

But at what thing are they firing the
rockets?

Ah, well, I am afraid that our aborted
reconnaissance gave us no clue

on that school.

But if we can get a fix of the angle of
the cave behind the fall, that might

just tell us.

How so, Glenn?

Well, because if they're firing a rocket
from the cave, it'll be going in the

direction the cave mouth is oriented.

That's right.

So, we need to get up to the fall and
check that orientation.

Swing around, Passepartout.

Set a course for the fall.

There. See?

About 40 feet down.

Yes, I can see it. It's definitely an
opening.

Oriented south -south -east.

General Steele was heading towards worst
point when they kidnapped.

It's almost directly south -south -east.

And where, at 11 a .m. tomorrow, Abraham
Lincoln will congratulate the latest

crop of Union officers.

Theoretically, a rocket could travel
from the fall.

All the way down to the Hudson Valley to
West Point.

Backing out of that tunnel may have been
one of your worst mistakes, Bill.

Fogg, if a Canadian rocket kills Abraham
Lincoln and wipes out the West Point

Cadet Corps, America will have no option
but to declare war.

The Union will be fighting on two
fronts, taking the pressure off the

Confederacy. Allowing Robert E. Lee to
march straight to Washington.

Laboury forever.

Count Gregory wins. Game, set, and
match, Ophelius.

That is not going to happen, Rebecca.

That is simply not going to happen.

If they don't know we found the tunnel,
we could still go back that way. They'll

know.

And if they're knowing we're coming,
they're firing the rocket before we get

there. Exactly.

So we need to come straight into the
fall. What?

Yes. If we brought the Aurora over, we
could go down on the winch. A downdraft

wouldn't let it hover for long enough.

What if we come up from below the fort?

We could fire a line up to the lip of
the cave and then come right up out.

The fort was too strong for that, and it
could cost us the element of surprise.

Anybody else got any ideas for Phileas
to shoot holes in?

Yes.

The battle.

Here we go.

The battle with the cable.

Of course.

This is the barrel.

This is the waterfall.

The barrel go whoops over the waterfall,
then whoosh into the cave.

Whoops, whoosh.

I always want things to go over falls in
a barrel, Master.

You have come up with many ridiculous
ideas during your career, Passport 2.

That is possibly the worst.

It's brilliant, Fox.

Why can't you see that... That it's
suicidal?

Yes.

Nobody in my dirigible, and I mean
nobody, is going over those balls in a

barrel!

You are not, despite every opportunity
to take the job, the head of the British

Secret Service, and you are not,
therefore, my boss.

Well, I'm giving you the benefit of my
considerable experience, Rebecca.

Yes, as you have ever since I joined
your family as the orphan child.

Count Gregory is clouding your judgment,
Phileas. It is time to stop listening

to you.

To save your life.

Morning, Vern.

Now that devil is Passport 2.

Passport 2's gone.

So is its home.

What?

Must have gone down in the winter during
the night.

They're going to use the barrel.

Idiots.

Go get Rebecca here at once. We have to
stop them.

Rebecca's gone soon.

It's a very small barrel, Miss Rebecca.

Toby is the word I'd use.

Do you remember the sound of you?

It's a TV.

A nozzle danger.

Well, I'm not sure about this.

No, I'm not sure about it either, Paz
Patu, but I think it has to be done.

You're not doing this because Mr.

Paz forfeiting it?

Partly, yes.

Mr. Paz loves me.

He's caring very much if you live or
die.

I know he does, but I can't let him take
over my life.

He's really just killing you?

Oh, I'm not going to kill you, Paz Patu.
I'm simply going over a waterfall in a

barrel. Passport 2 is right, Mr. Doctor.

I do not think you should do this.

Well, Passport 2 is always right.

We just never take any notice of him.

There's the barrel.

Take it down, Vern.

I'll go down through the trapdoor, swing
down there, and I'll catch it.

It's not like you'll get there in time,
Fogg.

To the untrained eye be spot.

It looks very much like you are trying
to interfere with my rock.

You see how my pleasure communicates
itself to them?

The court will not start, you know.

Of course not.

You must have known before you came that
the penalty for sabotage is death.

Well, naturally.

It might, however, be commuted.

Commuted? I admire you, my dear.

You are one of the few women that come
anywhere close to being my equal.

You could be my consul.

Your consul?

You see how I am?

But my assistants have devised some
ingenious medical procedures by which we

might be fused together for all
eternity.

Ah,

you can die.

Yes. On second thoughts, I think it
might be best.

Burn and fall.

What a delight.

Bring them to me.

Your ingenious little ruse failed to
work. Fall.

Rebecca, are you all right?

Yes, thank you, Phyllis. I'm fine.

Um, Meryl wasn't such a good idea after
all. Isn't she charming?

So brave.

And like your late southern friend, Mrs.

Saratoga Brown, destined to die so very
young. You evil freak.

They're coming, Fogg. But as
compensation for my discomfort,

I can now dispatch another of the women
you love and watch your face.

As she dies.

And yet only a moment ago, Count, you
were offering me your hand in marriage.

Well, not just your hand, your entire
carcass, if entire is the right word.

We know your plans, Count Gregory.

You're trying to start a war between
Canada and America, and take my word, it

won't work.

You mean you would rather it did not
work, Monsieur Verne, because you have

these absurd prejudices against slavery.

Think of Greece and Rome, how they
flourished.

Blowing up West Point, it's going to
help America flourish.

Oh, yes, Verne.

You see, Abraham Lincoln will be there,
probably in the middle of a speech about

democracy and the honor dead.

America will be forced to fight a war on
two fronts.

The South will triumph, and slavery will
spread across the entire North American

continent.

What a pity you could not have been one
of us.

But you, Fogg, have corrupted him.

And that is why you must suffer.

Fire the Nabocles!

Miss Rebecca?

And now I wish to feel what it is like
to be whole again.

Do not be afraid, Mr. Fong.

I've decided not to kill you.

I intend instead to take over your minds
by personally inserting

the cortical load.

My mind with yours, Count.

I will destroy you.

Impossible.

Come on.

Be ready.

Count.

Another real reason why I refused to
join the League.

Not because how hideous you are.

It's because you have a second -rate
mind.

Can you break my...

from President Lincoln.

Greatly appreciates what we did to save
West Point. So it doesn't look like

we'll be going to war after all.

Have they found Miss Fogg yet?

No.

No sign of her whatsoever.

Once back aboard the Aurora, it took us
hours to make the journey that had taken

a rocket just minutes.

The most terrifying hours of our lives.

Hours which ended

In the most satisfying way imaginable.

Wonderful views!

Think I've got a bite!

After being caught up in white man's
conflict, our friend the town one

to stay behind in the great wilderness,
where he thought he might be safer.

Fogg, of course, had some explaining to
do to the Union army, but being Phileas

Fogg, he brought it off with perfect
English aplomb.

Time for tea, master.

Well, of course, Passepartout, there's
always time for tea.

I might make an exception and join them
myself today.

To the abolition of slavery.

Yes. Yes, and to the invention of... the
future.

The future.