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You're them, aren't you?

Prisoners from Kalpani.

We need supplies.

Then you must be Prince Dakkar.

We're the same, you and me. My father is Lord Farley.

The Company seized Nemo's lands.

They killed his wife and daughter.

Is that what you think matters? Diamonds?

What else?

Don't want to argue.

- Fine. - Fine.

Thank you for coming back for me.

Did you just thank me?

Did you see Jagadish?

He was taken by the Rajah's guard.

I tried to save him.

Every Company ship will be looking for us.

Captain Millais here has volunteered to join us on the hunt for Nemo.

Where are they headed?

- What's the Dreadnought? - A big boat with big guns.

What about Jagadish?

Either we go now or we are caught.

There's no way around it.

Fuse!

Back off!

That's not good.

They weren't trying to hit us.

They want us to surrender without damaging the Nautilus.

We don't have the depth to get out of the guns range.

Kill the engines.

There! In the water!

That's no buoy.

It's Nemo!

Fire!

Harpoons standing by. Awaiting your instructions, sir.

He's either a fool

or completely insane.

To your stations. Quick!

He's close enough. You know what to do.

Shoot him.

- With this? - Do it!

I said shoot him!

Sir? Shoot what, sir? I can't see a thing.

Evacuate!

Clear out!

Clear out! Hey!

Do you have a death wish?

The turret is breached! Fetch the welding crew!

Leave off him!

So inbred and stupid.

Shut up!

Nemo!

Nemo!

Yes.

It's a miracle.

- Are you all right? - The Dreadnought?

You bought us the time we needed.

We'll be out of the bay soon.

Breathe.

I will have to resuscitate you next.

So, tell me.

Who is this Jagadish?

One of the pirates you've been chasing.

He was shot by a Company man by the name

of Cuff. I believe he's on the Nautilus.

If Cuff's one of ours, why flee with the convicts?

I need him alive.

Director Crawley, if I may.

The revolution in Karajaan has left me a rajah in want of a kingdom.

In return for providing you with a prisoner,

I trust the Company will provide me with sanctuary.

You turned your back on the Company a long time ago.

You're not in a position to ask us for anything.

There are many people who would happily pay to know about the Nautilus.

But upon the submarine's arrival, I contacted only you.

Well, had you delivered it, this conversation would be different.

But in fact, you lost me my prize.

In truth, it was already lost.

You failed me!

In the process,

you allowed the natives to make a mockery of British rule.

A double failure.

You're as useful to the Company as a boil.

You have something you wish to say, Millais?

No, sir.

Good.

It appears we have no choice.

We've got so little in the way of supplies from Karajaan.

We make for the islands.

With luck, we'll find something there.

We're trusting luck?

Prefer to surrender?

Or starve?

Let's not put you in charge of morale. Hmm?

We risk the islands.

Do as you say.

And if we are lucky,

we starve.

To the islands.

- Dry land! - Where's food?

We made it.

Get me off this stupid boat.

I must eat something that is not seaweed.

Or maggots.

Or crisp bread and coffee.

There'll be something we can eat on the island.

There has to be.

What about some lizard with your potatoes?

No. It's like a fat snake with legs.

We have been eating maggots.

Lizard is an improvement.

It's fascinating.

Let's go.

Dragon fruit!

And the fruit is ripe.

The skin is bright and pink.

Food!

We have found food.

And look over there.

- Rambutan. - And that's papaya.

We take everything we can eat.

I'll find us water.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No, Nemo.

You can't just leave us here in the wild defenceless, right?

Please give me the musket.

Revolver.

- Doesn't matter. Give. - Can you shoot?

Uh, yeah...

- I'm going to go now. - No, no, no. Give me.

What if there are bears, huh?

- Maybe you'll be lucky. - Well, try unlucky.

Everyone here is... This one or this one bony.

I am obviously the best candidate to get eaten by a bear.

Wait.

If you don't come back, I am Captain, right?

All right. I'll tell everyone. Yeah.

Nemo, wait.

- Stay here. - We are on an undocumented island.

You think I'd pass up the opportunity to discover new species

so I can pick fruit?

Ooh!

Hello.

Kai.

Um... Are you there?

Yes.

Do you play backgammon?

Backgammon...

Backgammon?

Yes?

I wonder if there was any way I might be of use.

Uh...

Perhaps Kai could do with a hand in the galley.

Understood.

If I were you, I wouldn't want me around either.

No one who deals with the Company comes away with clean hands,

myself included.

A gun that doesn't take powder.

An electric impulse disables the target

for only a few minutes.

I... I don't understand the purpose of a gun that doesn't kill.

Say you're attacked by a shark.

Would you rather kill it or stun it?

It's a monster. I'd kill it.

And yet it is you who have invaded its home. No?

We humans are so convinced of our superiority that...

that you forget this planet existed for millions of years before us.

And it will be here long after us.

I designed this gun to protect life, not to take it.

Forgive me. I'm just a soldier.

When you point a gun at something

or someone

it doesn't help to think too much about why.

Is that why the Company built the Nautilus?

To learn more about the oceans?

They told me it was for exploration. Yes.

They lied?

I couldn't say what their purpose is.

I don't think I've ever seen you not scowling.

It makes her face look less imperious.

Imperious? I'm imperious?

Remind me, which one of our nations is still occupying half the globe?

And remind me, which one of us is actually royalty?

Indian prince is still an Indian

as I was constantly reminded in school.

You studied in England then?

Where I became uncomfortably acquainted with the English character.

Children can be cruel.

There was one exception there.

A scholarship boy. We were both outcasts.

He was a good friend?

Billy. My best friend.

So, you can see that it is possible to be English and good.

I suppose it's possible.

But unlikely.

Blaster! That's far enough!

Nemo, he's a 12-year-old boy.

Needs to explore, adventure.

What's the worst that could happen?

Well, probably nothing apart from drowning, snakebites, cholera.

You grew up rambling the English countryside

where the scariest thing was, bad weather, stinging nettles.

In the tropics, there are things that can kill.

I grew up in town, actually.

In two cramped rooms.

My father didn't make any money until I was practically grown.

I only meant the child should be careful.

It's dangerous.

I know what you meant.

Naturally, you fear the worst because...

Because why?

The Rajah told me about how the Company took your lands.

About your wife and daughter.

I'm so sorry.

Where's Blaster?

He was right...

You'll think me cruel.

Perhaps, but no more cruel than life itself.

Your collective survival is my responsibility.

What bad luck, Officer Tibbs.

We have a volunteer.

Whoa! I got you.

- Mutineer? - We need to go. Now.

I don't even want to find a new species.

Drawings, reports, taxonomic classifications.

- Who needs the aggravation? - Run.

I said on your feet, men.

Let me see

who here has the stomach for command.

You, Erickson?

You, Kaplan?

I will do what is right

if I have to sacrifice every last one of you.

If I could just get my knife.

Very sorry.

Ah. I think I have it.

Oh, uh...

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.

What's that sound?

I don't want to, sir.

Officer Tibbs,

break out the firearms and grenades.

Why have such a big knife if you can't find it?

If you'd just be quiet and stop moving.

Follow me if you want to live.

Who are you?

The person saving your life.

Why should we trust you?

Don't, then.

You heard the woman.

It's been cut with a blade.

- It can't be. - We're saved.

A ship has come.

I am Captain Henry Mogg of the Company ship Ariadne!

We were shipwrecked here almost two years ago!

This island is a treacherous place

full of danger!

Things are not as they appear to be!

Show yourselves!

On my word as an Englishman, you will not be harmed!

We're friends! Not enemies!

Fan out. Find them.

Come on. This way.

Where did she go?

That's pungent.

Ugh.

Curious.

Hey. Now, who are you

and why are you so loud?

Because we weren't expecting to be hunted by a mob.

So, I find your criticism a little unfair.

She talks too much.

Agreed.

Now, who are you and why are there men hanging from trees?

Where did they go?

Where else? It's a tunnel.

- Shh! - You shh.

Hurry up. This place is foul.

You think this is my idea of leisure?

Shh!

What's wrong with you?

How spectacular. It looks deadly.

Get it off me.

I've never seen anything like it.

Wow.

That could have killed you.

What took you so long?

You live here?

I'm Casimir.

Seaman. Served in the Ariadne and...

You served on a ship?

But you're a girl.

People see what they expect to see.

It ran aground?

Half the crew died in the water.

And the rest?

Gone or soon to be gone.

Gone where?

Terrible things happened at our camp.

And yet they all wait there.

Following orders like so many bleating sheep.

Putting their trust in Captain Mogg and each other as...

one by one they disappear.

Let me tell you, the first rule of survival.

Trust nobody but yourself.

That is why I'm still breathing.

That is why I will stay that way.

I suppose.

Remember I saved you.

Three lives in exchange for you taking me off of this godforsaken island.

All right. But we need water. There's some at this camp?

None that you want to go near.

Well, then, how do you get your water?

A distillation system.

Captain. Captain, please...

It's rudimentary, yes,

but undoubtedly ingenious.

I disguised myself as a man, too.

In order to study at the Ecole Polytechnique.

My choices

were to be a woman or use my brain...

I understand what you've been through.

It's a curse to be born both brilliant and female.

How alike we are.

My choices were to cut sugar cane for the starvation wages

or join the Company.

Well, I didn't say I... I understand everything you've been through.

Gentlemen, I am the son of Lord Farley.

And if you put a finger on me, you'll regret it.

Farley?

Farley.

I know that name.

Of course, you do.

It's very well known.

Well, forgive our shabby welcome.

We've been on this island too long and have grown wild.

I forgive you.

If it pleases Your Lordship, we invite you to our camp.

Or we can accompany you to your ship.

Whatever Your Lordship would prefer.

Uh... There is no ship.

I mean, there was, but it sank.

Well, we are sorry for your ordeal.

We too know of loss and suffering.

We haven't much but please...

allow us to furnish you with food and water.

I ended up in the ocean.

And I swam.

And here I am.

It's a terrible thing to lose a ship.

Questions will be asked.

Every decision, dissected.

Every answer found wanting.

The shame, unbearable.

Yes.

And you're positive there was no one else with you?

No others on this island?

On my word as a lord.

So you are all alone?

Seems so.

I envy you.

Far better to be a lone survivor

than burdened by the responsibility

of caring for your fellow gentlemen officers.

Their hopes, their torments, their screams.

Oh, no doubt, Lord Farley, we must each of us face our reckoning.

The only question.

Is today that day?

What are the drums for?

Oh, a little welcome ceremony.

As a member of the aristocracy

you appreciate the importance of tradition.

Hear me now!

There is no way off this island!

The Collector alone decides when your torment ends.

We are all of us guilty, and we shall all be judged.

The only thing a man can ask is that when it is his turn to pay his debt,

he does so with the same quiet fortitude displayed by Lord Farley now.

Summon the Collector!

Excuse me.

Thank goodness we found you.

Why, we're lost. Terribly, hopelessly lost.

And you know what women are like with maps? No head for them.

North, South, East and down.

We haven't a clue.

If the Good Lord meant for us to navigate, He would have made us men.

It's a lady.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Well, I see that you're still gentlemen,

albeit incredibly filthy.

Listen, I need your assistance.

All I have is this Indian.

An Indian and a woman.

Have you ever heard of anything so absurd?

It's like... the stupid leading the useless.

It seems that Lord Farley has been less than honest with us

about being alone.

- Heaven's above... - We have provisions

and an escort back to our ship.

A ship!

Day of judgment at last.

Nothing left to fear, Moggs, old boy.

Apologies, lady...

- Lucas. - Lady Lucas,

we were not anticipating guests.

I was taught an Englishman should be prepared.

How dare you?

Sir,

the Collector has no sacrifice to collect.

You're outnumbered, Indian.

I'll be killed.

And you with me.

Get down.

Stay still. Don't look at it.

Don't move.

What on Earth is that?

Collector!

I've always done right by you

and you by me.

In exchange for your gift of water,

I see to it that no one leaves this island

and that you always have a meal to collect.

That you are respected.

Worshipped, even.

My enemy is your enemy.

There is your meal.

Go get...

Run.

What's wrong with the dog?

You wanted to find a new species?

I was hoping for something a little smaller!

Casimir, you're alive!

This won't happen again.

No, it won't.

I mean it.

Me too.

Snap out of it.

All right.

- What was that? - I'd prefer not to find out.

Get in the boat!

Cast off!

- Go, go, go, go! - It's not good!

- Push harder! - Hurry! Get in! Get in!

- Push! - Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Who is she?

- Casimir. - Go.

- What was that? - You don't want to know.

Yes, I want to know.

It... It was a gigantic slug-lizard fish.

Lizard fish?

This is your ship? Where are the sails?

Start the engines! Get her away now!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

It's coming for us.

Slug-lizard fish?

Go!

Crew to stations and seal all hatches!

Uh...

Can it see us?

I don't think so.

What is that?

- What... - Quick! Get inside!

- It's coming. - Prepare to dive!

Boniface, the light.

Close the hatch!

Ranbir! We're diving!

- We're diving! - Huh?

Under the water!

Under? What do you mean under?

You have to get in.

I'm not going anywhere. I don't take orders from anyone.

I'm not giving the orders!

Yes, you are. I don't need your help.

Let me tell you how I survived...

Dive!

What the blazes was that?

Where's the woman?

- Hatch sealed. - Diving!

You all right?

Get to the Engine Room. Help them.

Casimir?

She wouldn't get in.

That slug thing got her.

Well, why... why is it always something, huh?

Why... why can't it just be something nice?

Like a mermaid or...

- even a good-looking fish? - Turan, not now.

Did that thing just electrocute us?

Benoit, give me everything you have!

All the way down.

It's attracted to the coil.

Cut the power!

- What? - Just do it.

Did it work?

What now, huh?

I'm open to ideas.

Now what?

Captain Youngblood, sir.

I have something.