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Little man...

Ha ha ha ha!

Gentlemen, please be seated.

The minutes of the previous
meeting being waived,

we can now proceed
with our presentations.

Now, at last, we welcome to the
American academy of maritime science

Pierre Arronax,
junior instructor

at the Paris museum
of natural history.

Thank you...

And, uh...

My title is... excuse
me... Assistant professor,

not junior instructor.

Uh...

Uh, if someone could
please close the shutters.

Thank you.

Let me begin.

July 20, 1866...

The captain of the
governor Higginson.

Sights a huge mass off the
western coast of Australia.

A mass which
mysteriously outraces him

to the horizon line.

July 26, 1866...

The Cristobal Colon sights
a similar mass in mid-pacific.

This captain determines the
creature itself larger than any whale.

But how could it
have traveled so far...

So fast?

March 1867...

The Moravian strikes a huge
rock in the middle of open waters.

Where no such rock exists.

April... the Scotia,
pride of the Cunard line,

sees the creature
from a distance

and tries to investigate.

For its troubles,

the Scotia is rammed
by some unseen force,

again nearly sinking the ship.

The hole found in
the hull is a clean cut,

as if made by a giant knife.

All this is known to us!

What is your theory?

Debate has raged in both the scientific
community and the popular press

over the nature of the creature.

It's quite obvious some
great undersea craft

is stalking the waters.

And who could build this
craft and keep it secret?

Such an effort would require
the strengths and the talents

of men across the world.

When have the world's governments
ever permitted such an exchange?

Are you prepared to believe
in some master inventor

who lives outside
national boundaries?

In some freelance genius who
outstrips all known naval technology?

So it is not a man-made craft.

What do you think
it is, little man?

Sir... We know each other.

Many times I have
listened to your tirades.

Indulge me this once.

I propose the existence

of a gigantic...

Narwhal.

A creature believed
in by the ancients.

A hybrid mammal capable of
swimming at fantastic speeds,

with an ivory horn whose
point is incisive enough

to cleave the hull plates of ships
like the Moravian and the Scotia.

The creature...

He wants us to believe in
some sort of unicorn of the sea!

There are many mysteries
in the seas. He could be right.

Herr Schneider, are
you blinded by the light

from his magic lantern show?

He offers us some
sort of carnival show

instead of a scientific
lecture, and you are impressed!

Well said.

We are scientists,
not storytellers.

When one has ruled
out all other alternatives,

what more... what more...

It's the French, you know.

They're always dreaming!

Stop wasting our time!

The writings of Aristotle
argue that such a creature...

That such a creature...

That such a creature
did in fact exist!

Thank you, father.

Really, Arronax,
did you have to?

He won't embarrass me with
those ludicrous theories, Lydia.

But he's going to lose...

He's going to have to
know that being a man

means he'd better
know how to fight.

Now, this evening...

Dinner with the Covingtons or

something a
little more private?

Monsieur Arronax?

Where are you
headed in such a hurry?

The next ship back to France.

If you continue
at this pace, sir,

you'll outrace an
offer of employment.

Edward Saxon of the Cunard line.

Is this a joke?

My father sent you to
embarrass me further?

Not at all.

I would like to Grant you

a scientific opportunity,
young Arronax.

I'd just as soon you didn't
call me "young" Arronax.

I've had enough of
that attitude for one day.

As you wish.

May I help?

Thank you.

Were you involved in
the wreck of the Scotia?

To some minds, I was almost
single-handedly responsible.

What? The Scotia was attacked.

By the same beast as
all the other ships, yes?

Well, only after I insisted
that the captain investigate.

You blame yourself.

No, no. I'd do it again.

It's my job with the Cunard line

to develop new
forms of ocean travel.

Not just as mere transportation,

but as a form of leisure
activity for the moneyed class.

So this beast threatens your
job with every vessel it attacks.

Let's put it a
little less crassly.

The beast threatens
the dominion we hold

over the earth and the seas.

The ocean isn't simply ours to
do with as we please, Mr. Saxon.

Perhaps the beast represents
the ocean calling for respect.

Let's go ahead and
put it crassly, then.

For the sake of my job, I
want to put a stop to this beast.

Now, for the sake of your
career, are you willing to help?

Or at the very least
be witness to it all?

Good god, man,
what is the matter?

"He who hesitates." Haven't
you ever heard that one?

Scientific inquiry
shouldn't find itself

too grateful to commercial
support, Mr. Saxon.

Look, you were the only
one at that conference

interested in something
bigger than plankton.

Something big enough to
matter to men like you and me,

and they laughed at you.

Now, do you want a
chance to prove them wrong?

Or do you want to be
called "young" Arronax

for the rest of your damn life?

Have you actually read
my son's novel?

It is filled with more
obscure Greek phrases than...

Pierre!

I am so glad you didn't leave.

Here, join us. I'm sure
your father regrets the scene.

Pardon my language,
but hell will freeze solid

before my father expresses
regret over anything.

You didn't deserve
that treatment.

You spoke wonderfully.

It was a remarkable
presentation.

Yes, which won me the privilege
of being dismissed and ridiculed

as an imaginative dreamer.

Ignore them.

Those men were born
without a drop of imagination.

Yes, and they don't
envy me the quality I have.

Well, they should.

What scientific
advances can be made

without imagination
to chart the way?

I'm no professor, but
I was quite moved.

I've... I've read your book,

but I've never seen
you at work before.

Well... treasure the memory.

What do you mean?

Lydia!

Who are you dallying with?

Oh. The offspring.

Really, Arronax, doesn't
your son deserve better?

Don't I deserve better?

I've been asking
myself for years.

I'm sorry to have
disappointed you so, father.

Yes, I know.

I know you are, and you're sorry

for all the trouble you
caused at the academy,

but what is done is done. I'll
convey your apologies to all,

we'll say no more about it.
Nice of you to drop by.

Arronax.

Lydia, your attentions
to Pierre are generous.

More than generous, but, uh...

Don't go setting yourself
up as the boy's mother.

Pierre, don't mind him.

His last mother died
giving birth to him.

He can be quite
hard on a mother.

Or a father.

Lydia, I was in the
middle of a story.

I need to speak to
you alone, father.

Of course you need
to speak to me alone.

You don't fare so well at
public assemblies, do you?

I've come to say good-bye.

How sentimental my son is.

Very well, good-bye.
See you at Christmas.

This is not an
ordinary good-bye.

It may be my last.

He has a sense
of the dramatic, no?

I am boarding a train for
Boston harbor in the morning.

The Cunard line and the
United States government

are sponsoring an expedition.

We are going to hunt
the beast under the sea.

It is possible we
will not return.

Are you saying...

Are you saying I might
not ever see you again?

And this is a
settling of accounts?

A final farewell?

Well, then give my regards
to the mermaids, little sailor.

Oh, and don't forget
winken, blinken, and nod.

Gentlemen, please. Ha ha ha!

I wanted to say good-bye.

Farewell, Lydia.

And to apologize
for your father.

If he truly wishes to apologize,

he knows where to find me.

He is more than capable
of navigating the distance.

You know that's
just his way, Pierre.

Anybody who wants
attention has to fight for it.

And because I don't
reduce every quarrel

to the level of armed combat,

I am always... Punished for it.

Why do you apologize for him?

Why do you...

A widow doesn't have
quite as many alternatives.

He's a passionate man.

He...

He doesn't hesitate.

Do you truly
expect not to return?

I'm not given to saying
things for the effect.

My husband died during the war.

He was shot down in
the battle for Richmond.

I begged him not to fight,
not to leave me a widow.

Fortunately, it is my father

who you keep company
with, not myself.

He's not likely
to join any battle,

and you won't suffer any
great loss if I don't return.

Pierre...

I'm... I'm so sorry. So sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Thinkin' you're getting
on this train, boy?

Same as everyone else.

You got yourself a ticket?

Same as everyone else.

I paid a lot of
money for that ticket.

Oh, it's a shame you lost it.

What kind of dirty...

Don't you get ornery with me.

Now, you can either walk away
from this or be beaten away.

Pardon me...

Keep out of this.

Thought you'd
seen that this train

doesn't have any
boxcars for this trip.

Now, this train is going to be
reaching Boston without you on it.

Am I correct?

We'll soon relieve that notion
that you're just like one of us.

You can't just...

It's done, Arronax.

I thought they fought
a war in this country

for the rights of men like him?

Hmm. Yes, well.

Excuse me.

Here we are.

Where?

Ah, yes.

Excuse me.

Psst. Sir.

What do you do for a ticket?

I must have lost it.

My associate will buy
me another. I hope.

Pierre Arronax of Paris.

Cabell attucks. Cabe.
Out of New Orleans myself.

Here, I'll take that.

I suppose that sort of
business happens to you often?

Once is too often.

Thought I'd get
away from it up north.

Is that what sends
you to Boston?

Well, partly.

That, and wanting to find
where my great-granddaddy died.

He was shot in the
Boston massacre.

Crispus attucks?
You've heard the name?

Yes.

Well, folks tell me I got an
ancestor that was a hero.

And you will
continue the tradition.

Maybe.

You know anyone who's
hiring heroes up there in Boston?

You should watch
where you're going.

I might have perforated you.

Think you're a little
old to be playing darts?

Maybe I should have
tossed one through you.

Now, now, gentlemen, don't
be quarreling with Mr. Land.

He's our best weapon
against the monster.

Best damn whaler
in the Atlantic.

Modest cuss, too.

This is Ned land

from the whaling ship Halifax,

and Pierre Arronax,
oceanographer,

whose theories we'll prove
when we capture the monster.

And his servant cabell.

I'm not his servant.

My friend.

Yes. Well, this way,
please, gentlemen. Come on.

Mr. Land...

You, too, believe
in the existence

of a giant undersea cetacean?

Of course not.

Men on shore believe
in that sort of thing.

Whalers don't.

I believe in the $500
Mccutcheon's offering

for the first person
who spots whatever it is.

$500?

Morning.

Admiral.

A hunting bird is
a beautiful thing.

It's absolutely free,

yet so capable of
taking commands.

Admiral Mccutcheon,
permit me to introduce

professor...

Pierre Arronax...

And his associate,
one cabell attucks.

Arronax?

Been told about you.

Been told you'll
expect to be coddled.

Well, it won't
happen on my ship.

No, I wouldn't
expect that, admiral.

You'll bunk down in the
aft like any other swab.

Well, we sail at dawn.

On with you.

Sir, if I may...

Who told you I
expected to be coddled?

I got a telegram
from your father.

Well, he'd know, I expect.

Little man.

What's wrong?

I'm fine.

June 4, 1867.

My nightmares continue,

and I am no closer to
understanding them.

I begin a journal
of this voyage,

as a scientific document.

And as an aid to
my struggling career.

I wonder if our quest will put
an end to these nightmares,

or perhaps, as we
confront the beast,

I will long for my
old nightmares.

What truly lurks
beneath the seas?

What mysteries await?

11 knots south-southeast,
steady as she goes.

Well done, chaps.

Carry on.

So, Arronax...

Where do you reckon
we'll sight the beast?

Deep waters.

Is that the best you can do?

Well, who knows what the
creature's ways may be?

Who knows how many
waters we'll have to search?

I've started a
journal, Mr. Land.

Objectively...

If I fill a page a day,

and we see the monster
by the time I reach the end,

we'll have had great luck.

Yeah.

July 14.

We've been at sea
for 6 weeks now.

None of the ships we pass

has any word of the
creature we seek.

Nor do I...

Despite the constant
questioning I receive from the crew.

Mccutcheon has summoned
me before him this morning

at an hour I would have
expected all hands to be asleep.

You've taken my book.

The rumor's among the crew

you know all about the monster.

You think these things really
are swimming along beneath us?

Yes, sir, I do.

"Cryptozoology of
the ocean depths."

What a cock-and-bull tale.

It earned my seat
as a professor.

It's a study of the
unknown animals

that could exist at
the ocean's floor.

If they're unknown,

how do you study them?

You take what you do
know about aquatic life forms,

use logic, imagination,
and extrapolate.

No help at all.

I wanted some clues as to what
kind of devil we're chasing here.

Assuming it's not
a man-made ship.

I'll tell you one thing.

If it is a man-made ship

dispatching other
sailors to watery graves,

I'll send the man commanding it.

To a meeting with his maker.

I assure you, admiral,
it is not man-made.

Cryptozoology.

Admiral!

We be whaling, yes?

Certain.

Reduce speed 6 knots!

Ready all boats!

Are we starving or
some such, Dennis on?

Hell, we've laid in provisions

for as long as it takes
to find the monster.

Then why are we
chasing that whale?

For the sport of it.

Pierre.

Come here.

You the scientist.

Explain this to me.

We're looking for a creature
that kills without warning.

Seems to me we
got that right here.

Stow that talk.
I got work to do.

Explain it to me, Pierre.

What makes him call this work?

This is Mr. Land's profession.

To lose a chance to practice is
to lose the skill when it is needed.

This is what makes a man
out here on the seas, cabe...

Meeting nature head-on.

So watch and learn.

I signed on thinking
to be a hero, Pierre.

This is not what
a hero looks like.

This is what a hero is.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Going up against nature...

And proving himself
just as strong.

Or a man who becomes
just another animal

when you see a chance to kill.

Why are you so fretting
about the behemoths?

They're large enough
not to need your protecting,

and plentiful enough, too.

Maybe I'm seeing something I
thought was over with the war.

And what might that be?

I tell you, I have no intent of
making a slave of the creature.

I meant cruelty...

Worse than any animal could do,

because there ain't
no damn need for it.

This could just as
easily Pierce your hide!

This is cruelty!

Mr. Land!

No war will stop men from
what they're best at, cabe.

I'd think any man who was
a slave would know that,

but if you want more lessons...

Man overboard!

Man overboard!

Admiral! Admiral!

Man overboard!

Hard a port. Reduce
speed 3 knots.

Reduce speed 3 knots!

Hold on, Ned!

Pull! Pull!

Ned! Hang on!

What's happening?

Ahoy!

Here it is! I found it!

Down below! The creature!

I found it!

Down below! The creature!

It's the creature.

It's the creature.

What on earth gave birth to it?

Man the guns.

Prepare to engage.

Fire!

It's bounced off
it like a marble.

It's man-made.

It's got to have
6-inch armor plates.

How in god's name?

Hard about! Hard about!

Buy us time.

Admiral, admiral, there
are men overboard.

Do you want to join them?

He's back with us.

So, Arronax,

you may thank me for this.

I fished you out

while Ned found us
a place to dry out.

Or you may not thank me.

If Mccutcheon decides
not to come back for us,

you may end up
wishing we were dead.

They took a good beating.

Mccutcheon's just trying
to get out of paying me

for sighting the beast.

But it's no beast, is it?

Not unless sea monsters
wear iron overcoats.

You're sitting on it.

Amazing.

A man-made ship.

So much for your theories.

Don't seem to be
bothered about being wrong.

The more times
we're proven wrong,

the closer we come
to knowing the truth.

Have we had any sight of
the men who made this ship?

No sign of life for
the past 3 hours.

Have we moved?

Well, we're moving now.

We're all right as
long as we don't dive.

Help!

Don't think they don't know
we're the ones that blew them up.

They may not even
know we're here. Open up!

Where are we?

I think they brought us inside.

Inside what?

You see anyone?

Not a soul.

Ever seen anything like this?

How is this room lit?

What kind of science is this?

Maybe it ain't science.

What do you mean?

Maybe we just died.

Maybe this is where
you sit and wait

till the devil comes for you.

Well, we're ready!

Go ahead and
take us all to hell!

I am professor Pierre Arronax

of the Paris museum
of natural history.

These are my companions

cabell attucks, Ned land,

late of the frigate
Abraham Lincoln.

We have been stranded at sea

and appreciate your
kindness in saving our...

He doesn't understand you.

Try French.

Merci, monsieur.

Mes amis et moi,

nous nous trouvons...

He's not light in' up.

Sprechen sie deutsch, Hauptmann?

No English, French, German.

Where can he come from?

I have been wondering
exactly what to do with you.

It is an ethical dilemma.

You have intruded on my domain.

Without meaning to.

Without meaning to?

Did your ship not mean

to pursue my boat
all over the ocean?

Was it by chance that your
cannon fire bounced off my hull?

It'd have done some damage, too,
if I'd been behind the fuse.

I have the right to
treat you as enemies.

Why should I not leave
you on the outer platform,

order the nautilus to dive,

and forget that
you ever existed?

Would that not be
within my rights?

Perhaps the rights of a savage,

but not of a civilized man.

I am not what you
would call a civilized man.

I no longer obey
society's rules.

Do not waste your breath
invoking them to me.

I have decided, however,

that to show you pity

might coincide
with my interests.

You're granting us freedom?

The freedom to come
and go as you please

and to see everything that
goes on aboard the nautilus,

the freedom that
we ourselves have.

Forgive me, sir,

but this sounds like the
freedom that all prisoners have,

the freedom to
walk about their cell.

That...
Will have to suffice.

You're saying you'll
never let us off this ship.

Well, I'm getting off right now.

I am embarrassed for you.

Say you overpower me.

Where will you go?

This ship will not
move without my word.

Say you kill me.

The finest intellect

could not master the
workings of this ship

in time to change its course.

You are prisoners of war.

You attacked me.

You have stumbled on a secret

that no man on earth
shall ever penetrate...

The secret of my existence.

We are presently some 200
fathoms beneath the surface.

You may decide to
leave the nautilus,

but I give no order to rise.

I leave you to
consider the matter.

Should you accept
my hospitality,

you merely have to call my name.

And what name is that?

I am captain Nemo.

Nemo!

What exactly do you
take from the sea, captain?

Food, clothing, shelter.

That's about all.

Food? Can't be much
of that down here.

More than you imagine.

Meat, vegetables,

cream, sugar,

all harvested from the
depths of the ocean.

Sometimes we put out nets.

Sometimes I go hunting.

Sport.

I am determined

never to rely on the
outside world again.

And you don't miss
the surface, captain,

the artwork, the music?

I have my share.

Here are the last ties

that bind me to the surface.

Freedom.

Rossini.

Gounod.

Wagner.

Mozart.

You have both the old masters

and the contemporaries
here, captain.

To me, they are all classics.

What you think of
as modern works

are to me relics of
a world long gone.

Sit down to dinner,
please, gentlemen.

On board the nautilus,

most of the time we
eat in the commons,

but to thank you for
accepting my hospitality,

a special dinner.

I'd feel safer if I saw
you eating some of it first.

I promise you that
if I wanted to kill you,

I would resort to
more direct means.

I do not kill when
I do not have to.

Did a fair enough job
on the Abraham Lincoln.

I was attacked.

During the melee,

you may have failed to note

that I rammed the frigate

in the precise place
that would disable it

without sending it and all
its men down to their deaths.

I can't tell if this is
breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Look around you.

We simulate the
light up on the surface

to maintain our
internal body clocks.

From the strength and
hue of the light now,

we can see that it is twilight.

So you really do get
everything from the sea, captain.

The sea...

Is everything.

The sea covers
7/10 of the earth.

Its breath is pure
and wholesome.

It is an immense world

pulsating with
every form of life.

Here, there are no despots.

On the surface, men still
exercise their endless laws,

fight and indulge in all
their bloody earthly horrors,

but below the surface,
their power ceases,

their dominion vanishes.

To live, gentlemen,

in the embrace of the sea.

Only here is there independence.

Here, I recognize no master.

Here, I am free.

Behold, the heart
of the nautilus.

Incredible.

What powers this ship?

Hydroelectricity.

I don't understand.

The oceans absorb

a vast amount of
power from the sun,

providing an unending source

of electrical current.

Stimulated by our turbines,

the seas themselves
power the nautilus.

With the beauty and fury

of a compact thunderstorm.

I'm coming back here.

I'm gonna do something
to these engines.

When the ship surfaces,
we'll make our break.

All this is in your
honor, gentlemen.

Come.

Is the grid functioning?

If you should contemplate
visiting the engine room without me.

Thank you.

Thought you said we could go
anywhere we wanted on the ship.

You can try.

You have engineered
a masterpiece, captain.

What wouldn't the nations of
the world give for such a craft?

That was why the utmost secrecy

was employed
in its construction.

The components of the nautilus.

Were built by contractors
in 9 different countries,

none of them knowing
the end goal for their work.

The elements were
shipped to an island

to be assembled by my
men, unknown to the world.

How the world would be changed

if navies had such a
power at their command.

We shall all die
before that happens.

I carry on my person

the means to destroy this
ship at a moment's notice.

No one will ever
use the nautilus.

As a weapon of conquest.

No one.

We've been made
more comfortable.

Still a prison.

At least we don't have to wear
the clothing of prisoners.

I suppose we could use something

we didn't go swimming in.

The hell with it! What does
he want to make us cozy for?

What does he want at all?

August 2, I
began a new journal

to replace the one lost
aboard the Abraham Lincoln.

As he promised,

captain Nemo has allowed
us free rein within the ship.

His crew seems suspicious of us,

but not overtly hostile.

Cabe, Ned, and myself have
discussions for any means of escape.

I'm searching for clues

at the motives of Captain Nemo.

What is his mission?

What is his call?

What through him into
the depths of the world

that no man is master?

Sounded like someone on
the surface did him wrong, eh?

Perhaps he's a scientist whose
work has been unfairly spurned.

Like you, Pierre?

How many men do you
think are on this ship?

Maybe 5.

Maybe 50.

We could take her over.

If we can't foul the engines,
we can foul the crew.

Are you saying we
kill our way to freedom?

Well, I'm not staying here.

"Captain Nemo invites
professor Arronax

and his friends
to a hunting party,

to be held this morning
off the isle of Crespo.

He hopes that nothing will
prevent them from participating.

Signed. The commander of
the nautilus, captain Nemo."

He knew where to find us.

Nemo!

Yes, Mr. Attucks?

We'll join the hunt.

I had a nightmare
last night that that...

"Ship" followed us
around the cape.

That is not an
attitude appropriate

for the winners
in this conflict.

The winners?

We engaged the
enemy and survived.

From where I sit, that
makes us the Victors thus far.

Yes. I look 'round at the jagged
and torn metal on this frigate,

and I think, "ah,
sweet victory."

We'll petition president
Grant for more aid.

We'll get new
armaments in Boston.

I'll get new maps. We'll
track their every sighting.

The duel goes on.

Our late friend Arronax said

the only sort of man
who would build this ship

would be some sort of visionary,

someone who lives
outside the laws of nations.

How do you propose
to know the moves

of someone whose
beliefs are so alien?

Arronax said that?

Yes, in his last speech
at the maritime academy.

Harrison!

Arronax kept a
diary of some sort.

Find it and bring it to me.

Young Arronax may prove
more use to me dead than alive.

You'd rifle through
a dead man's things?

As if you wouldn't.

Now we know there are men
on board that ship, Saxon,

we can second-guess
their next move.

Oh, yes, the duel goes on.

Actually, admiral,

I'm afraid it can't.

I'll stop that devil, Saxon.

Not with the resources
of the Cunard line.

Now, my firm has
contributed to this mission

in equal measure
with your government,

but given the
mounting loss of life,

our insurers will
not countenance

a further continuation
of this effort.

You're letting the
devil ship sail free?

Well, not I, but my firm can
simply not afford to continue

the vast expense of
subsidizing this endeavor.

I'll make up the
difference myself.

Yourself?

Got holdings in
Oregon I can sell.

Now, don't be ridiculous.
You can't possibly...

I said I'll pay!

You and your damned
accountants are off the hook.

As you wish.

What in god's name's this?

This breathing apparatus

was invented by your
countryman, Arronax.

I have perfected it
for my own purposes.

This device here is from
American and British science.

It's a watertight gun
that uses compressed air

instead of gunpowder.

It will fire up to 10
electrical bullets,

while the rubber insulation

protects the marksman
from the voltage inside.

What keeps us from
swimming away?

Rapture of the depths.

If we try to go up by ourselves,

we'll breathe in
too much nitrogen.

And what does that do?

Makes you giddy.
Makes you hallucinate.

Ultimately you die.

So we can't reach the surface

unless it's in this ship.

How much air do
these tanks carry?

Enough.

I call it mutiny.

If I was a member of
your crew, to be sure,

but I'm not. I'm a prisoner.

It's not my fault you
treat us like dinner guests

and then get all shocked
when we act like prisoners.

He saved your life, Ned.

He set us up. Took us among
man-eating sharks with no warning at all.

What did you think we
were hunting, pufferfish?

He hoped we'd make a wrong move,

take his problems off his hands.

You want to be treated
like a prisoner, is that it?

Let me out of here!

November 14, as
we approach the India ocean

I constantly amazed at
this sub aquatic community.

Captain Nemo claims to live entirely
on what he derives from the sea.

It's no idol boost, my pin
is made from whale bone.

The ink from the
blood of a cuddle fish.

Our clothes from the
fibber of various shell fish.

But the origins of our
host remains an enigma.

Admiral Mccutcheon?

The same.

We had heard you
returned from sea,

but there was no word
regarding Pierre Arronax.

And you are?

His father.

And this is my
companion miss Rawlings.

I apologize.

I didn't realize young Arronax
had family in this country.

Dear god.

I've been remiss in
not informing you...

He's dead.

Isn't he?

Pierre is dead.

What are you saying?

Is she right?

As the commanding officer
of the Cunard expedition,

I offer my most sincere
condolences on his death.

Liar.

He was lost at sea, sir.

Yes, he was swept overboard
as we engaged the enemy.

Inasmuch as he
was not a serviceman,

I cannot recommend him for a
distinguished service medal...

Are you all right, sir?

I'm all right, damn it.

Stop fussing over
me like a wet nurse.

I lost my breath, that's all.

Leave off!

You were shocked,

as anyone would be.

That's enough, Lydia.

Stop simpering.

I'm just relieved, Thierry.

No matter how hard you
railed against your son,

his death still affects you.

It's enough, Lydia.

I hardly think the
admiral is interested

in your rancid sentimentality.

There is another matter

about which I must
speak with you privately.

I'll take my leave.

Uh, not to pry, but what is
the nature of your relationship?

Miss Rawlings is my companion.

But in respect to the
memory of my wife,

I do not care to marry again.

But I cannot be alone.

These are your son's effects,

amongst them this journal.

I recommend you read without
the presence of miss Rawlings.

Good day, sir.

Why have the engines stopped?

Periodically we halt our journey

to perform routine maintenance.

Nitongu, sound the klaxon.

What has she got there?

We'll intercept the girl on
the surface, Mr. Shimoda.

Something he don't
want her to have.

Blow ballast!

It's too late.

We've failed.

Bring them down below.

We may be too late, captain.

The girl may be dead.

She will not be dead.

She lives.

Captain,

the method you
used to revive her...

I've never seen anybody
prevent a drowning

in such a manner.

What aboard my ship
have you seen before?

Captain.

Well done, Ivanda.

However, there's
another one to get back.

Take as many divers as you need,

and retrieve what
remains of our friend.

Weren't my making
that thing that killed him.

With all respect, captain,

your man was killed
by an explosive device

you appear to control.

What in god's name
are you doing here?

I am collecting
geological samples

from all corners of the earth.

That explosive device
was to gain access

to minerals beneath the surface.

As soon as the woman left,

we would have attended to it.

Wouldn't an
explosion of that size

destroy the purity of any
sample you hoped to find?

I will not be interrogated!

I hope you enjoyed your
glimpse of the surface

and will savor the memory
for a long, long time.

I will take my leave of you all.

Captain, why did
you save this woman?

That woman lives in the
land of the oppressed.

I belong, and to
my dying breath,

will always belong
to that same land.

For a man to give his life

to help save another,

there is no greater love,

no greater sacrifice.

That is the law of the nautilus.

Eamon Macaulay,

you have made us proud.

You were close to him?

I am tied to all my men

by bonds deeper than blood.

On your watch again.

Probably ain't doing any good.

Buy Nemo's story
about that explosion?

Fishing for minerals?

The captain's a hard
man to understand.

I understand he's
not telling us the truth.

This woman here
stumbled upon something

he didn't plan on.

We will learn when
Nemo is ready to tell us.

Ain't you the polite guest.

Imagine diving beneath the waves

every day for your living.

In her own way

she's no less courageous
than Nemo himself.

More.

She doesn't hide from
the world inside some ship.

She's aboard it now.

I daresay she will be
held aboard the nautilus.

As long as we are.

It ain't right.

You know it ain't.

What was the alternative?

Should he have left her to die?

There was no choice.

Don't lie to me like he does.

Just as he has no choice
but to keep us prisoners.

The man's got a choice.

You're free. You've
always got a choice.

I'll visit Ned land.

Oh, come on, now.

Don't lead me on here.

You either going
to wake up or don't.

You already seen there
ain't no sense in dying.

Nemo only going to
bring you back again.

Stubborn man
don't let nothing go

till he's through with it.

Get me out.

Just get me out.

Or are you happy down here?

But how?

Get a key.

Get a hacksaw.

Just get me out.

Or don't bother me
with your kind visits.

Captain Nemo is
a man of mystery.

I believe I can
get him to free you,

but I need time
to understand him.

Right, well, you take the time.

You treat him like a
fish you're studying.

The rest of us are being
locked up by a man!

A man of science.

A man who will listen to logic.

Remember, you were
wrong about the beast,

and we all nearly died.

Could you be wrong again, maybe?

This room bears no lock

because I trust the
men aboard my ship.

I have allowed you freedom.

Do not test me.

...will not be whether science
can help us to understand nature,

but it will be how quickly
science will enable us

to command nature ourselves.

I will now take questions.

Your son has died at the
hands of scientific marvel.

Doesn't this suggest that
science could be as dangerous

as it is helpful to mankind?

I do not discuss my son's death.

I am here to explore
the role of science

at the millennium.

But how does the quest
for the submarine proceed?

Is there any hope of
avenging your son's memory?

I have not followed the
latest details of the expedition.

Now if you please,

I will entertain questions
on my lecture topic.

But aren't your topic and your
son's fate one and the same?

Pierre Arronax met his death

in the hands of science
that's beyond our dreams!

I will not be lectured
to about my son's death.

He is dead! Let him rest!

I am here bec...

I have other...

My poor dear.

Don't speak to me.

But isn't it good to know

that Pierre might
not have died in vain,

that his death means so
much to your colleagues?

Aah!

How was he to kiss, Lydia?

You know he wrote
about it in his journal?

About you visiting his hotel,

embracing him,

kissing him,

and how he didn't
want it to stop.

I'll wager you felt the same.

I...

I cannot explain my, um...

My feelings, Thierry.

He was leaving...

Never to be seen again.

You wish you'd met my son
before you met me, don't you?

Everywhere I go,
people talk about him.

I try to speak.

I try to make a point.

If I'm not speaking
about Pierre,

then no one cares.

Gentlemen, you may
be interested to see this.

They foundered
on the coral reef.

The same reef
that we will navigate

once we have
retrieved their valuables.

Nice company.

Grave robbers.

We would be grave robbers

only if these people had
been buried, Mr. Attucks.

They made no plans

to take their
valuables with them

when they were killed.

By the ocean you revere.

More likely by pirates and
marauders of the surface.

I wanted you to see

the true prisoners
of this world.

The dead.

They have been released

from the tyrannies
of the world above.

Perhaps they are
more free than any of us.

Don't talk to me

about who's free and who's not.

I been judging that a long time.

Do you wish to join
Mr. Land, is that it?

Don't want to hear no more
threats from a grave robber.

See, you're moving
in the wrong direction.

We need more free.

You do not prove worthy
of the Liberty I Grant you.

Obstructing my men while
Macaulay's life was at stake.

To save that woman's life.

Firing when my back is turned.

That was Ned, not me.

And you would be different.

Yeah. See...

I ain't him.

I'll face you honest.

A physical challenge?

Man to man.

You imagine that you're more
than a match for me, I suppose.

Give word to the helmsman...

Once all the divers return,

maintain a heading
of 20 degrees south.

Take us through the reef.

I want no part of this.

Don't know who you'd root for?

You wish to fight me, huh?

We are at a loss for
dueling swords here.

Not my sport, anyway.

Pistols we cannot
allow under the sea.

Jousting, of course, is...

This ain't no game.

Let's see.

What is it that you
men of the surface say

just before you start to fight?

Uh, "would you
like to step outside?"

No. Let him go. Let him go.

Let him do what all
men on the surface do.

What are you doing?

This solves everything
where you come from,

doesn't it, Mr. Attucks?

Ain't never been no way of
getting freedom without fighting for it.

My great-granddaddy
fought for it.

Here's where I do the same!

Think, Ned.

We destroy this turbine,

we destroy ourselves.

There's more than one turbine.

This will just make
him come to the surface.

And if you're wrong?

Live free or die.

Uhh!

Uhh!

You've fought so long,

you can't recognize
the chance to rest!

Uhh!

Ooh!

Uhh! Aah.

How long have you been working

to be better than Ned land?

Ooh!

That's it. That's it.

You have proved...

That you can best me
in battle.

The wheels are rubber.

How wonderful for you.

You are all alike, you
men of the surface.

Fight for peace.

Fight to win.

Hate the earth.

Hate the ocean.

Hate each other.

Look at you.

You're like all the rest.

No.

But is it that simple?

No.

There is always...

A price...

To pay.

Uhh!

This is what we learn

on the surface.

Are we men,

or are we lethal machines?

What do you think, Mr. Attucks?

The engine room.

A contemptible ploy.

Mr. Ivanda!

Get to the bridge.

Hold her steady,
kill the throttle,

and ride her through.

You have wounded my ship!

Arronax, speak.
What have you done?

What have you done?!

We pulled loose the
keys from the jacking gear.

The pistons are jarring out.

I have spent years

building the technological
marvel of the age,

only to be threatened
by a little man like you.

Little man?

Get off! Get off!

The keys must be reset.

If they are not, we cannot steer
well enough to avoid the reefs.

I'll go, captain.

You?

If there's a price to pay,
it must come from me.

Very well.

Our fate is in your hands.

Hold your course.

Steady ahead.

Aah!

Aah!

Flood the starboard tanks.

Little man.

Ohh...

Oh, my.