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I'll proceed with

our presentation.

Now at last, we welcome to the American

Academy of Maritime Science, Pierre Aronatz, Junior Instructor

at the Paris Museum of Natural History.

My title is, excuse me, Assistant Professor, not

Junior Instructor.

Well, 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 Cologne sights a similar mass in

mid-Pacific.

This captain determines the creature itself larger than

any whale.

But how can 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.

No, sir.

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...

Norwal.

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 in 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, you've learned it 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?

It's a 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.

That's basically it.

Thank you, Father.

Really, Aranax, 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?

Mr. Aranax, 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 sends you to embarrass me further?

Not at all.

I would like to grant you a scientific

opportunity, young Aranax.

Now, just assume you didn't call me young

Aranax.

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 sea.

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 a witness

to it all?

Good God, man, what is the matter?

He who hesitates.

Haven't you 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

Aranax for the rest of your damn life?

We have to leave at the train station.

And who do you think you are?

Pierre.

I'm so glad you can leave.

Here, join us.

I'm sure your father regrets this 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,

Lydia.

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 read your book, but I've never seen

you at work before.

Well, I treasure the memory.

Well, what do you mean?

Lydia, who are you dallying with?

Oh, the offspring.

Really, Aranax, 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 far.

Yes, I know.

I know you are, and you're sorry for

all the trouble you've caused at the academy,

but what is done is done.

I'll convey your apologies to all.

We'll say no more about it, and I'll

see for you to drop by.

Aranax.

Lydia, your attentions to Pierre are generous, more

than generous, but don't go setting yourself up

as the boy's mother.

Pierre, don't mind him.

His last mother died giving birth to him.

I 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 in public assemblies,

do you?

I came to say goodbye.

How sentimental my son is!

Very well, goodbye.

See you at Christmas.

This is not an ordinary goodbye.

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 I might not ever see

you again?

Now this is a settling of accounts.

A final farewell.

Well then, give my regards to the mermaids,

little sailor.

Oh, and don't forget, winking, blinking and nodding.

Gentlemen, please.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Farewell, Lydia.

And to apologize for your father.

If he truly wishes to apologize, he knows

where to find me.

He's more than capable of navigating the distance.

You know that's just his way, Pierre.

Anybody who wants attention has to fight for

it.

Because I don't reduce every quarrel to the

level of armed combat.

I am always punished for it.

Why do you apologize?

I 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 you keep company

with, not myself.

He's not likely to join any battle.

And he won't suffer any great loss if

I don't return.

Pierre.

I...

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Thinking 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.

Kind of dirty.

Don't you get ornery with me.

Now, you can either walk away from this

or be beaten away.

Pardon me, are you kids out of this?

I thought you'd seen that this train doesn't

have any boxcars for this trip.

Now, this train is gonna be reaching Boston

without you on it.

Am I correct?

We'll soon, uh, relieve that notion that you're

just like one of us.

You can't just call a gun on someone.

I thought they fought a war in this

country for the rights of men like him.

Excuse me.

Let me put that up there.

Give me that.

All aboard train 132, track four.

Have your tickets ready, please.

What do you do for a ticket?

I must have lost it.

My associate will buy me another.

I hope.

Peter Aronax.

How are you?

Gabriel Alex.

Cave.

Out of New Orleans, myself.

Yeah.

Take that.

I suppose that sort of business happens too

often.

Once is too often.

Thought I'd get away from it up north.

Is that what sent you to Boston?

Well, partly.

That and one on the farm where my

great-granddaddy died.

Was shot in the Boston Massacre.

Christopher Saddocks.

Heard the name.

Well, folks tell me I got an ancestor

that was a hero.

And you will continue the tradition?

Maybe.

You, uh, know anyone who's hiring heroes up

there in Boston?

Final boarding call.

You should watch where you're going.

I might have perforated you.

You think you're a little old to be

playing darts?

Maybe I should have tossed one for 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.

My disgust, too.

This is Ned Land from the whaling ship

Halifax.

And Pierre Aranax, oceanographer.

Whose theories we'll prove when we capture the

monster.

And his servant, Cable.

His servant.

My friend.

Yes.

This way, please, gentlemen.

Come on.

Mr. Land.

You, too, believe in the existence of a

giant undersea cetacean?

Course not.

Men on shore believe in that sort of

thing.

Whaling whalers don't.

I believe in the $500 McCutcheon's offering for

the first person who spots whatever it is.

$500?

Admiral.

Admiral.

The hunting bird is a beautiful thing.

It's absolutely free, yet so capable of taking

commands.

Admiral McCutcheon, permit me to introduce Professor Pierre

Aranax and his associate, one Cable Atticus.

Aranax.

I've been told about you.

I've 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 on the aft like any

other swab.

Whether you say it or don't, I'm with

you.

Admiral, sir, if I may.

Who told you I expected to be coddled?

I got a telegraph from your father.

He didn't know I'd expect it.

Little man.

What's wrong?

You all right?

I'm fine.

June 4th, 1867.

My nightmares continue, and I am no closer

to understanding them.

I began a journal of this voyage as

both a scientific document and as an aid

to my struggling career.

But my deepest hope is that our quest

will put an end to the nightmares.

Or perhaps, as we confront the beast, I

will long for my own nightmares back.

What truly lurks beneath the sea?

What mystery awaits?

Eleven knots south-southeast.

Steady as she goes.

Aye, sir.

Well done, chaps.

Carry on.

Sir Aronax, where do you reckon we'll start

the thing?

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 the journal, Mr. Landon, 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.

July 14th.

We've been at sea for six weeks now.

None of the ships we pass has any

clue to where we will find the creature.

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.

Rumors 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.

I learned 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?

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.

Starship one!

Admiral!

Wimmy Whelan, yes, sir!

Reduce speed six knots!

Ready all boats!

Are we starving or some such, Tennyson?

Starving?

Hell, we've laid in provisions for as long

as it takes to find that monster.

Why are we chasing that whale?

This is boredom.

Come here.

You're the scientist.

Explain this to me.

We're looking for a creature that kills without

warning.

Seems to me we've got that right here.

Stay that talk.

I've got work to do.

Explain it to me, Pierre.

What makes him call this work?

This is Mr. Land's profession.

Who's chance to practice is to lose the

skill when it is needed.

This is what makes a man out here

on the seas, Cade, meet nature head-on.

So watch and learn.

I signed on thinking to be a hero,

Pierre.

This is not what a hero would be.

This is what a hero is.

Yeah, going up against nature and proving himself

just as strong.

A man overcomes 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 protection.

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 eye.

Ah!

Ah!

Mr. Lamb!

The wolves stopped me from what they best

at, Cade.

I didn't think any man who was a

slave would know that.

But if you want more, let's...

Man overboard!

Man overboard!

Admiral!

Admiral!

Man overboard!

Out of port.

Two speed, three knots.

Two speed, three knots!

Hold on, Red!

Hang on!

What's that, man?

It's the

creature.

It's the creature.

What on earth gave birth to it?

Man the guns.

Prepare to engage.

Three men

for himself.

Think they don't care about me?

I just bounced off him like a marble.

This man-made, he's gonna have six inch

on plates.

Hell in God's name.

I'm out!

I'm out!

Fire!

Fire!

Admiral!

Admiral!

There are men overboard!

Don't worry about them.

He's back with us.

So, Aaron Axe, 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 you were

dead.

Took a good beating.

McCutcheon's just trying to get out of paying

me the $500 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.

You don't seem to be bothered about being

wrong.

The more times we are proven wrong, the

closer we come to knowing the truth.

Have we unexcited the men who made this

ship?

No sign of life for the past three

hours.

Have we moved?

We're on the wind now.

Hold on!

Your head doesn't go down again.

Help!

Grab me!

God, they miss us.

We're all right as long as they don't

die.

Help!

Help!

I don't think they don't know we came

from the ship trying to blow them up.

No, no.

They may not even know we're here.

Open up!

Open up!

Here, look.

Light.

Ned, don't touch it.

You see anything?

Look like something's coming out.

Hello?

Where are

we?

I don't know.

I think they brought us inside.

Inside what?

You see anyone?

You ever seen anything like this?

What is this?

How is this from 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 Aranax of the Paris

Museum of Natural History.

These are my companions, Cable Addix, 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.

He's not lighting up.

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 would have done some damage too if

I'd have 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 has ever known.

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.

Oh, there 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.

Do you know this picture?

Yeah.

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, these 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 tonight.

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.

You did a fair enough job on the

Abraham Lincoln.

I was attacked.

During the melee, you may have failed to

note that I rammed a 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 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 seven-tenths 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 their independence.

Here, I recognize no master.

I am free.

Behold, the heart of the Nautilus.

Incredible!

What powers the 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.

You've got to do something to these engines.

When the ship surfaces, we'll make it upright.

All this is in your honor, gentlemen.

Come.

Is the grid functioning?

Aye, Captain.

If you should contemplate visiting the engine room

without me.

Thank you.

I thought you said we could go anywhere

we wanted on this ship.

You can try.

You have engineered a masterpiece, Captain.

What wouldn't the nations of the world give

for such a craft?

That is why the utmost secrecy was employed

in its construction.

The components of the Nautilus were built by

contractors in nine 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.

What does he want to make us cozy

for?

What does he want at all?

August 2nd, I begin a new journal to

replace the one I lost aboard the A

-1.

This is Abraham Lincoln.

As he promised, Captain Nemo has allowed us

free reign within the ship.

His crew seems weary of us, but not

overly hostile.

While Cave and Ned search the ship for

any means of escape, I examine the Nautilus

for clues to the motives of Captain Nemo.

What is his mission?

What is his goal?

What drove him into the depths of the

world that no man has mastered?

Sounded like someone on the surface did him

wrong, eh?

Perhaps he's a scientist whose work has been

unfairly spurned.

You mean like you, Pierre.

How many men do you think are on

this ship?

Maybe five.

Could be 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 Aronax 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. Aronax?

We'll join the hunt.

We need some water.

Get some assistance, please.

Help me.

Help me.

I had a nightmare last night that that

ship followed us around the Cape.

That is not an attitude appropriate to the

winners in this conflict.

The winners?

We're engaged the enemy and survive.

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 Graham 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 Aronax said the only sort

of man who could build this ship would

be some sort of visionary, someone who lives

outside the laws of nations.

Now, how do you propose to know the

moves of someone whose beliefs are so alien?

Aronax said that?

Yes, at his last speech at the Maritime

Academy.

Pearson!

Aronax kept a diary of some sort.

Find it and bring it to me.

Young Aronax may prove more use to me

dead than alive.

He'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'd let the devil's ship sail free.

Well, not I, but my firm can simply

not afford to continue the vast expense of

subsidising this endeavour.

I'll make up the difference myself.

Yourself?

We've got holdings in Oregon I can sell.

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,

Aronax.

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 ten electrical bullets.

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're breathing too much nitrogen.

What does that do?

It makes you giddy, makes you hallucinate and

ultimately 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 Milton.

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.

He put us among man-eating sharks with

no warning at all.

What did you think we were hunting?

Puffer fish?

You hoped we'd make the wrong move.

Take his problems off his hands.

You want to be treated like a prisoner,

is that it?

I'm not staying here!

November 14th.

As we approach the Indian Ocean, I am

constantly amazed at the resourcefulness of this subaquatic

community.

Captain Nemo claims to live entirely on what

he derives from the sea.

And it's no idle boast.

My pen is made of whalebone, the ink

from the blood of the cuttlefish, our clothes

from the fibers of various shellfish.

But the origin of our host remains an

enigma.

Admiral McCutcheon.

The same.

We had heard you returned from the sea,

but there was no word regarding Pierre Aranax.

And you are?

His father.

And this is my companion, Miss Rawlings.

I apologize.

I didn't realize young Aranax had family in

this country.

Dear Lord.

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 swept overboard as we engaged the

enemy.

Inasmuch as he was not a serviceman, I

cannot recommend him for a Distinguished Service Medal.

You're right, sir.

I'm all right, dammit.

Stop fussing over me like some witness.

I lost my breath, that's all.

Now 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.

That'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.

And not to private, 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.

Yes, sir.

Ntongo, sound the klaxon.

What has she got there?

We'll intercept the girl at the surface, Mr.

Shimada.

Yes, Captain.

Something he don't want her to have.

Blue Palace!

Pouch!

I've got it.

Back to the ship.

The key,

Captain.

It's too late.

We've failed.

Bring them down below.

Make way.

Hydraulic stick.

It 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 her drowning in

such a manner.

What aboard my ship have you seen before?

Captain!

Well done, Evander.

However, there's another one to get back.

Take as many divers as you need and

retrieve what remains of our friend.

We're not making us 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 hope to find?

I will not be interrogated!

I hope you enjoyed your glimpse of the

surface, and will savour the memory for a

long, long time.

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.

A man to

give his life, to help save another.

There is no greater love no greater sacrifice.

That is the law of the naughtiness.

Ewan Macaulay, you have made us proud.

You are 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.

You buy Nemo's story about that explosion?

Fishing for minerals?

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.

We will learn when Nemo is ready to

tell us.

Well, 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.

Yes, 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 Medland.

Oh, come on now.

Don't leave me out here.

If you're gonna wake up or don't.

You already seen.

Ain't no sense in that.

Nemo only gonna bring you back here.

Stubborn man don't let nothing go till he's

through it.

Get me out.

Just get me out.

Are you happy down here?

But how?

Get a key, get a hacksaw.

Just get me out.

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 study.

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.

And so the test of science as we

approach the next century 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 it 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 will not follow 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?

Aronach's mad, he's dead.

In the hands of science.

That's beyond our dreams.

I will not be lectured to about my

son's death.

He is dead.

Death is death.

I am here because of science.

Science is your business.

You are right.

I have other problems.

Science is science.

Science is your business.

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?

How was it a kiss, Lydia?

He wrote about it in his journal.

About you visiting his hotel.

Embracing him.

Kissing him.

How he didn't want it to stop.

How way to you felt the same.

I cannot explain my...

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?

I try to speak.

I try to make a point.

And I'm not speaking about Pierre.

And no one cares.

Gentlemen, you may be interested to see this.

They found it 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. Attox.

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've been judging that a long time.

Do you want to join Mr. Land?

Is that it?

I don't want to hear no more threats

from a grave robber.

You're moving in the wrong direction, Marlock.

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?

It was Ned, not me.

And you would be different?

Yeah.

See, I ain't him.

I'll face you honestly.

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.

Yes, sir.

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.

This ain't no game.

Let's see.

What is it that you men of the

surface say just before you start to fight?

Would you like to step outside?

Let him go.

Let him do what all men of the

surface do.

What are you doing?

This solves everything where you come from, doesn't

it, Mr. Attox?

There ain't never been no way of getting

freedom without fighting for it.

My great-granddaddy fought for it.

And here's where I do the same.

Think, Ned.

We destroy this turbine.

We destroy ourselves.

No, there's more than one turbine.

It's what has made you come to the

surface.

And if you're wrong, live free or die.

You've fought so long, you can't recognize the

chance to rest.

How long have you been working to be

better than Ned Lyle?

Take it easy.

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.

All the rest.

No.

But is it that simple?

No.

There is always a price to pay.

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. Attucks!

Get to the bridge.

Hold her steady.

Kill the throttle and ride her through.

You have wounded my ship.

Aronite, speak.

What have you done?

What have you done?

They've pulled loose the keys to 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?

The keys must be received.

If they are not, we cannot steer well

enough to avoid the reefs.

I'll go, Captain.

You?

There's a price to pay.

It must come from me.

Very well.

Our fate is in your hands.

Hold your course.

Steady ahead.

You have wounded my ship.

Little man.

Anybody who wants attention has to fight for

it.

You were wrong about the beast.

We all nearly died.

Or do you want to be called young

Aronax for the rest of your damn life?

The man's got a choice.

You're free.

You've always had the choice.

Little man.

Emo?

You are dreaming about Ned Land?

How long have I been out?

Several days.

It was necessary to keep you tranquilized while

we worked to heal you.

Ned Land?

Imprisoned again.

Mr. Land will languish in the brig until

he accepts the fact that you must all

remain on board the Nautilus until we reach

our destination.

Which is?

If I told you, you would only think

me mad.

You must wait and see for yourself.

When at least shall we reach this destination?

We sail closer every day.

We are now off the coast of Vishakhapatnam.

India.

There was nothing left to save.

We have given you a replacement.

Some suggested throwing you in the brig and

leaving you with just a stump.

But your courage deserved more.

You made me just like you.

The small amount of pain you have suffered

would have to be vastly multiplied before you

could ever be mistaken for me.

This is modeled after your own?

It is a non-conductive alloy of my

own design, but with some stylistic improvement.

Yours, however, does lack one significant feature.

This emits an electrical signal that ensures that

no one will ever seize the Nautilus from

my command.

Why are you showing me this?

Rest of the year.

Cover.

Captain.

I saw a woman.

Mr. Shimura always imagined seeing the wife he

left behind in Hokkaido.

Evander pictures a woman in Dubrovnik.

We will send for loved ones when we

reach our destination.

Still, it's not unusual for you to imagine

them.

How do you think the legend of mermaids

began?

So what I saw was a delusion?

If you wish to see a woman, your

only choice is the diver from Malaya.

But she is in a comatose state.

Hello!

You made me think you were a legit

spirit islander.

Nice trinket.

It's amazing as it is.

Disconcerting.

You're growing more like him every day.

If helping you to escape and not endanger

the whole ship, I might still have my

hand.

Also, it's my fault, isn't it?

I have a prisoner trying to get free.

How damn selfish of me!

I'll ask him to release you.

Hey, don't do me any favors!

While I'm still on this boat, I'm locked

up!

Fruit-making supplies, Mr. Addix.

Your vigil may pass more quickly with a

craft to study.

Yeah, thanks.

You speak her language?

Not unless she speaks Japanese, Korean or Portuguese.

Can't believe she dives in the ocean every

day.

Thought I had it rough before the war.

Freedom and slavery can be equally demanding in

their ways.

Great.

Now I got you warmed up.

You begin to sound just like your boss.

Experiment with these tools.

If you plan to wait until she wakes,

you may have plenty of time.

You hear that?

You'll prove him wrong.

Won't you?

December 14th.

Captain Nemo refuses to set Ned Land free.

And yet Nemo seems to fight for freedom

in his own way.

He donates gold and jewels plucked from the

ocean floor into the hands of Indian rebels.

When I asked him why, his philosophy was

simple.

Captain Nemo said, until God seems to care

about these people, I will intervene.

She's gone.

I woke up, she was gone.

Let's find Nemo.

You believe him?

Come on.

The other day, I saw a woman vanish

around here.

You what?

More mysteries on this ship, Kay, than we

could possibly imagine.

None but pipes here.

No.

No, I was feverish at the time, but

I...

Let's go.

Get the captain!

Just now, I was writing how the captain's

mysteries only seemed to grow.

I had no idea.

A gentleman would knock.

We didn't mean to intrude.

I should think you did.

Come to expect it from you.

Last time you were here, you collapsed at

my feet without a word.

And I may again.

Mr. Cable Addams, ma'am.

Friends call me Kay.

That's better.

My name is Mara.

Woman of the sea.

Indeed.

And you would be Professor Pierre Aranax.

You know our names.

I know everything that goes on in the

ship.

Although my work prevents me from leaving my

chambers often.

And what work is that?

At present, I believe it's a woman whom

you know, Mr. Addax.

Hi.

I'm Emae.

How is she even awake?

Administered a mild stimulant.

You're a doctor.

Oh, no.

No.

That would require me to comport myself amongst

the crew and...

It doesn't come easily to me.

I do count a bit of chemistry amongst

my pursuits.

I have never met so beautiful a chemist.

No.

Malfunction confirmed.

Level five.

Is this a component from the device that

led to the death of Mr. Macaulay?

I've been asking Emae how she could have

removed the key.

There should have been no way for her

to have triggered the device prematurely, but...

I cannot solve this question on my own.

What is it?

This is the timing key Emae removed.

If they are, perhaps I will solve this

mystery.

You spoke of these devices.

How many are there?

Enough for our needs.

You're taking mineral samples from all these locations.

Mineral samples?

Why would we need explosives for that?

But Captain Enos...

We seek to alleviate the geoeconomic pressures of

the Earth.

I've studied the inner structures of the Earth

and I believe that...

...if we explode all our devices at once...

...we'll relieve enough pressure to reduce the risk

of earthquakes to minimal levels.

In layman's terms, we'll give the Earth a

thorough massage treatment...

...the muscles of the Earth will relax and...

...the homeland my father's building on the ocean

floor...

...will be protected from earthquakes for all time.

Have I gone too fast?

What didn't you understand?

Geoeconomy...

No, I understand your theory.

What I don't understand is...

...who your father is.

I should think it quite clear.

I'm sorry you've been bothered by these men,

Mara.

It shall not happen again.

You had to ferry through every inch of

this ship, didn't you?

I allowed you freedom and what did you

do with it?

Made use of it.

We were searching for the Malayan girl, Captain...

...only to discover your daughter.

You lied in telling me there were no

women on board.

I don't believe I ever said exactly those

words.

Didn't know you were a lawyer on top

of everything else.

I understand your concern for her as a

young woman on a boat.

There is more to it than that.

Respect what you don't understand...

...and never visit my daughter again.

December 17th.

I never imagined romance on this journey...

...but aboard this craft is a woman who

holds a new claim on my heart.

And yet I am forbidden to see her.

I can only study the faces of Nemo's

crew...

...and follow the path of our voyage for

some clue to our ultimate destination.

Our bearings take us further south every day...

...towards the uncharted perilous waters surrounding the South

Pole.

Captain Nemo plants more of the explosive devices

Mara showed me...

...but says nothing of their true purpose.

And so I am left to ponder the

real plan of Captain Nemo.

The next device should be on the land

shelf 300 leagues ahead.

If it still exists.

I examined the timing key from the last

device thanks to Monsieur Aranax...

...and I realized that the heat from a

sulfur spring had caused the key to decay.

The heat in the land shelf ahead is

considerably greater.

What if that device has exploded as well?

I do have apprehensions about our explosives, Father.

They may not detonate as we expect.

The incident that killed Macaulay is regrettable.

We are hoping our devices will put an

end to earthquakes...

...so that our new home will not be

destroyed as it was before.

That means we're trusting nature to behave as

we plan.

Isn't that presumptuous?

These thoughts come from Aranax.

They are my thoughts?

To which he at least listens.

Monsieur Aranax?

Mara.

What?

Your father is...

He'll be fine on his own.

I brought you a gift.

This is from...

You recognize it?

You've read my book.

I couldn't stop reading it.

So funny, so imaginative.

It wasn't intended as a work of humor.

Oh.

Take no offense.

How could you know what creatures dwell in

the depths?

They were right when they laughed at me.

Who laughed at you?

How dare they?

Couldn't they admire what an original mind was

at work?

That's kind.

I made that sculpture years ago...

...because I loved your book so much.

I've never met another scientist other than my

father.

I've never met anyone with such...

...creative insight.

It's quite beguiling.

I've kissed you before, it's only fair.

You all right?

Yes.

Good God.

108 degrees Fahrenheit.

Internally, on the hull, it's much worse.

My daughter's fears may have been correct.

The explosives we left at this site have

gone.

Probably destroyed by the eruption of a new

volcano.

Or perhaps causing an eruption.

All crew to emergency stations.

Yes, Captain.

Emergency stations.

Volcano?

Underwater?

More volcanoes exist underwater than above ground.

The pressure from the ocean keeps them from

reaching the surface.

Why don't we just rise to the surface?

We currently dwell in a cavern, the entrance

of which is no longer visible.

We can only rise so far before we

hit solid rock.

How can we flee if we cannot see

to navigate?

And if we cannot flee...

...then there are not a lot of survivors

in front of us.

If our view does not clear soon...

...your friends will shortly regain their freedom.

Death is not the kind of freedom they

had in mind.

Captain!

My God, the glass will melt.

If we rise too fast, the cooling down

will only shatter it.

Wait, James.

The glass there is directly exposed.

Rise very slowly.

80 fathoms over 50 minutes.

No farther, no faster.

Those...

those books!

Chief!

Chief!

We have structural failure outside your daughter's quarters,

sir.

The hydraulic pipes are not going to hold.

That fluid was never meant to be driven

through the heart of a volcano.

Mr. Evander, lead a full complement.

Report the moment you arrive.

Mara.

Mara, we must go.

Please.

Please, come on.

We must go.

We've saved all we can.

Let's take it to a higher deck.

Keep the pressure up.

Over here.

Over here.

One down, eight out!

You're charging across the hill!

Captain, the hydraulic fluid is ablaze.

Your daughter and Aronix are caught behind it.

We have to close the fire doors.

You cannot close the fire doors and abandon

my daughter.

There are heating pipes in the ceiling on

that corridor.

Loosen the valves and use the force of

the steam.

We can't get to the valve.

There's something lethal in the smoke.

Report, Evander.

You see an opening in this view, you

move us, Mr. Schmolder.

I've not had you dying like a rat

in a cage.

Nemo will have you caught marching then.

Tell him there is the valve.

What valve?

There, you see it?

Seventeen degrees starboard.

On my signal.

Are you a wagering man?

He did it.

He stopped the fire.

Take care of him.

The best of care.

Of course you are, together.

You all right?

We're moving.

We are down to three-fifths of oxygen

tank one.

Tanks four and five were already exhausted.

The fire consumed all oxygen in tanks two

and three.

Attention all hands.

You must share the remaining air tanks among

you.

There will be no unnecessary movement or motion.

We are free to sail, but we are

far from safety.

The ice pack extends hundreds of leagues.

Redirect all the electrical circuits to the rear

propellers, Mr. Schmolder.

All other power used to subsystem slip.

Captain, the engines will not...

We'll take the strain.

If they do not, we are already dying.

We may be glad that it happens quickly.

Shouldn't you be at your father's side?

It's been two hours.

If we have only one more hour left,

I'll spend it with you.

I never got a chance to see a

bronze.

Is this your life?

You were beaten in every damn corner of

the world.

Twenty feet below the surface.

The ice has to be thin.

Turbine number one disabled.

Send a team to the engines.

Be ready if another fire breaks out.

Second turbine failing, Captain.

Shut off all engines.

Take him away.

We've got to be close.

We've got to be.

If we die, is there another woman in

the name that you'll call?

The only woman I thought of in years

was named Lydia.

She was my father's mistress.

Less forgotten, then.

Surface, Mr. Shimada.

Garrett, open all top vents the moment you

can.

Surface.

I never thought I would want to see

it so badly.

Captain, two turbines are disabled.

Your daughter's chambers must be reinforced.

The starboard hull is damaged.

We'll remain here for the day, assess the

damage, then we'll travel to warmer waters and

send out a repair crew.

The sun.

Must be uncomfortable for you, Admiral.

An unbroken string of naval victories finally brought

to an end.

Strange to see us employing weapons of the

rebels.

To the victor go the spoils, Congressman.

If we defeat the enemy, his vessel becomes

part of our arsenal as well.

Have we met, sir?

Professor T.

Eddy Aranax, father to the boy who was

killed during the Admiral's last expedition.

I'm sorry.

I didn't realize he was just a boy.

He was a man, Congressman.

Miss Lydia Rawlings, sir.

Congressman Garfield.

Where are your manners, Aranax?

The gentleman is presented to the lady, not

the other way around.

Charmed.

Aranax is lucky to have such a fair

companion.

Oh, I'm not here as his companion, sir,

but as a friend of Pierre Aranax, concerned

for his legacy.

Pardon, ma'am.

Twelve cannon, port and starboard forward guns.

David submersibles, gatling guns, service charges.

That should do us.

Lucky for you there's a military man in

the White House, Admiral.

See here.

The Pacific sightings are all random.

In the Atlantic, the pattern of sightings cluster

near here.

That's where we'll meet him sooner or later.

This time we'll be ready.

We'll teach a lesson in revenge.

Revenge?

Yes.

I was wondering if you might not set

Ned land ashore, sender sea home, your building.

Surely you know he wants no part of

it.

And he deserves thanks for his bravery in

saving your craft.

But was it bravery or just self-preservation?

I wish to speak to you, Aranax.

Sit down.

Though I could not acknowledge it at the

time, it meant much to me that my

daughter was not alone during the crisis.

Her heart is clearly drawn to you.

If I may.

I understand a father's protectiveness, but the anger

I see is something entirely different.

Many years ago, I was another man.

A man sailing between nations, sometimes alone, sometimes

with my family.

Trying to avoid war.

But war could not always be avoided.

I will not recount my tragedy.

The abomination.

Suffice to say that my wife paid dearly

for my naivety.

Before my eyes.

I understand.

Mara survived.

Her mother did not.

She was too young for my enemies to

notice.

But what she saw affected her deeply.

It has been my duty to protect her

from a treacherous world.

Perhaps I need to protect her no longer.

Or perhaps you've gained an ally in protecting

her.

My son's theories about the threat in our

oceans were tragically, misguidedly, painfully wrong.

And he paid the ultimate price for that

ignorance.

But from his sacrifice, we now know our

enemy is human.

And what is human can be conquered.

Wish us Godspeed as our leader, Admiral William

McCutcheon, guides us to victory.

And I, Professor Thierry Haranax, seek the vengeance

that is mine.

What a

magician.

All that resentment of Pierre all gone so

that you can play a new role.

I honor him by avenging his death.

He was the last tie I had to

his mother.

Now he's gone.

No, you say so.

It's a shame you never showed such concern

for him before he left.

And now I'll be leaving, Lydia.

I'll be going off to sea, and I

may not be coming back.

Care to honor me with a kiss?

No.

It's only my son gets that kind of

send-off.

What's keeping you from joining the great adventure,

Mr. Saxton?

The new armaments.

When the weapons outnumber the men, that's when

I jump ship.

Now that the Admiral's paying for the mission

himself, why risk your own life?

Safer to let the soldiers do the fighting

and more business-like.

You've somewhat changed, Miss Rawlings.

Only more honest, perhaps.

And what keeps you from the expedition?

Rough place, of course, for all.

I find myself suddenly obliged to look for

employment.

Ah.

Well, then perhaps you might want to look

up...

This gentleman, he's a French chap, a novelist

by the name of Verne.

He called on me asking about the submarines.

I confess, Miss Rawlings, I came here because

I thought you might be bored.

I enjoyed picturing you as a stowaway.

It's a romantic notion, I suppose.

Indeed.

I'm afraid I no longer believe in romance.

Are you ready?

Whenever you are.

Isn't it magnificent?

I wouldn't have expected you to care about

a phenomenon of the surface world.

My father and I have forsworn the land.

That does not make us blind to the

sky.

But seeing all this splendor shows me the

power of my father's will.

Oh.

He's been so angry at the world.

He's managed to make me forget its beauty.

Ah.

I look at the sky, and somehow I

see into myself.

How can that be?

The sky leaves you alone.

The ocean always surrounds you.

It's at you.

The sky allows you room to think.

I told you what insights you had, didn't

I?

Should I leave you alone?

Of course not.

How can you be so bright one moment

and impossible the next?

Years of demanding, arduous practice.

December 20th.

We are sailing towards warmer waters where Nemo's

crew can safely repair the damaged hull.

Reaching the surface has affected Ned Land profoundly.

Every night he climbs topside to stare at

the constellations, never speaking a word.

Cabe's captivity has been eased by the presence

of Ime.

But my thoughts are more troubled.

In Nemo's library, I found a volume that

only adds to my misgivings.

Cabe, this novel was published shortly before we

left.

Journey to the Center of the Earth?

Its author postulates that a hidden world exists

beneath the mantle of the Earth.

Though it's fiction, no scientist can say for

certain that he's wrong.

Who's to say Nemo's fireworks won't go through

to that world?

The oceans would drain.

The planet would be thrown off course.

Can you imagine the chaos?

It is unimaginable.

Not even my father can see the possible

dangers.

I've tried to open his eyes, but to

no avail.

I shall have to choose the moment very

carefully if he's to hear me.

You are a bit late joining the work

crew, Mr. Adams.

We are almost done for the night.

You're being polite.

I can't see working for no man that

locks me in.

I sympathize with your politeness.

But joining the work of the ship could

distract you.

I'm distracted.

Very good.

But if you will not work, perhaps you

should seize the opportunity to play.

The ocean awaits.

You'd let us?

Where would you flee to?

I'm here as overseer to vouch for you.

Ready?

One, two, three.

I'll race you.

Come on.

That doesn't look too far.

Why should they have all the fun?

We should join them.

Off we go then.

Come on.

Wait for me.

Mind if I join you?

The repairs

will be finished in short order.

Then it will be time for another hunt.

Ugh.

No more seaweed for Ned Land.

Freedom!

Time to return, Mr. Land.

No!

You were right the first time, Onyx.

This ship is a beast.

Just let me live on the island.

Leave me.

Sail away.

Another ship will come one day, and the

world will hear of me.

You think you can keep the world out

forever?

Let my daughter go, Land.

Lock up anyone who tumbles on you.

Back off.

Leave me be.

No!

You killed him!

What's wrong with you?

Enough.

Throw him back in the brig.

If he resists again, shoot him.

Is that how it is?

The two of you just kill anyone that

argues.

You won't decide with him, do you?

Throw him in the brig, too.

Leave the both of them there till they

rot.

God wasn't part of this!

He threatened you.

That I cannot allow.

I've talked to him.

But I don't know why I plead for

a man who uses me so.

Not that it matters.

He won't recant.

Of course not.

If a man hides from the sun, his

heart grows dark, too.

I think you scientists would know that.

Is that what's happened to your own heart?

Is it growing so dark you attack both

friends and enemies?

Anyone that looks at me through bars is

an enemy.

There is nothing we can do here, Mara,

except make him angrier.

There is something you could do.

You ever heard of scrimshaw?

I imagine I could get you some whalebone,

but...

Nemo won't allow you a carving knife.

As if I get close enough to anyone

to use it.

You gave a good account of yourself, Aranax.

Maybe Nemo's taught you something about being a

man.

Learning to fight you is not a lesson

I wish to learn.

January 1st, a new year.

But this is an anniversary my companions cannot

share.

We have sailed into the Atlantic.

Presently, we skirt the Sargasso Sea, taking care

not to be marooned, as so many others

have been.

But our final destination remains a mystery.

That is my father's dream.

If he cannot discuss it with you, I

cannot either.

You cannot.

Forgive me, but I thought we had reached

some sort of...

Had reached a trust, yes.

You were not wrong.

But your true loyalty is with your father.

Of course.

I have faced this once before, with a

woman whose loyalty was to my own father.

I have obtained some whalebone for Ned, as

you asked.

Without a knife, it is only one more

sign of his captivity.

I cannot bring myself to help them any

further, but if I do not, who will?

Captain, I'm concerned about Mr. Addix and Mr.

Land.

Little man.

What?

You think much of him, I surmise.

Under sedation, you kept calling.

Little man.

I was not referring to Mr. Land.

I have a recurring dream.

My room fills with water.

And then I'm in the ocean, where nets

encircle me and drag me down.

And a huge figure taunts me by calling

me little man.

You have had this dream for how long?

Since boyhood.

I am a completist, so I have one

of your father's monographs on oceanography.

But what I have in far greater quantities

are works that refute his theories.

He is well known in our field as

a pompous gasbag who cares more for fame

than for scientific accuracy.

You, however, are a young intellect poised to

make major contributions to the study of ocean

life.

Sit down, please.

Would it be true that your father constantly

belittled and mocked you?

Yes.

What else could he do?

Threatened by you, as he is.

And you think he's the menacing figure in

my dream?

Aranax has always been your greatest enemy.

What a pity you could not have had

a father who could recognize your true skills.

Look.

So the devil ship floated through here often.

Maybe he wanted to see the Azores.

What makes you think he'll ever come back?

There's death in these waters.

Every sailor knows it.

Listen.

Hear how quiet they are.

This is the perfect spot to find our

enemy.

So we wait and watch.

We'll grow cataracts.

We have help in that.

The legend of some Norse god who sent

ravens out across the globe to do his

spying for us.

Hector goes one better than those birds.

Have patience.

Hector will find us the blood we're looking

for.

When we find it, Admiral...

A favor.

Let me be the first to board the

enemy ship and claim it for your country.

That honor normally belongs to the commander of

the ship.

Well, then, the two of us together.

We can take one of the David subs.

I've looked them over.

Easy enough to steer.

We'll stake a claim together.

That honor belongs to the commander of the

ship.

Of course, Admiral.

Yes, you will, Admiral.

Where do you expect to go when you

get out of here?

Wherever I can, mate.

There's only so many places you can hide

in this ship.

Well, maybe I won't hide.

Maybe I'll make him choose between his ship

and setting me free.

And then?

When he calls you bluff?

Then we'll see, won't we?

You are dedicated, Mr. Land.

I give you that.

We'll have it out right now, shall we?

Don't do it, Ned.

Ned!

Ned!

Get back in the ship!

Get off the ship!

Get off!

You're killing us!

Get in there, you bastard!

You're killing us!

Damn you!

Damn you, fever!

You have tried to escape three times.

Pierre has lost a hand, and you have

lost much of your skin.

What conclusion might be drawn?

How about we won't give up till we're

nothing but bones?

A shark attacked you, and I saved your

life.

Pardon me for wanting to do something with

it, then.

You're quiet.

Nemo only keeps you alive as a kindness

to me.

So you'd have us just give up?

Volcano.

Volcano, that's right.

Educating her in the perils we face.

It is a pleasure to speak to someone

whose mind is open.

Unlike myself, I suppose.

That volcano was triggered by one of our

explosives.

The subterranean heat melted the timing key.

So you speculate.

Is it any harder to speculate that other

natural phenomena could disrupt our other explosives?

Will you not reconsider our plans?

To safeguard our home, Mara, it's necessary for

me...

What?

Tamper with nature?

You've led civilization to embrace nature.

Will you not trust it now?

You asked to see me, Mr. Attucks?

Yeah.

I wanted you to take a look at

yourself standing before me.

You give me no choice.

If I were to give you the freedom

that you ask, it would destroy me.

From the first time I heard that story,

the air tells me you're on the side

of the oppressed.

I guess everything changes.

I'm in.

If you've come to continue Mara's argument or

plead for your friends, don't waste your breath.

Do you know...

who these men are?

The Italian manor.

The Irish O'Connell.

Kosciuszko, from Poland.

Abraham Lincoln.

Liberators all.

Do you feel out of place among them?

Pierre, I would be obliged if you would

have dinner with me this evening.

We have much to discuss.

This mutiny on your part, he can't resist

a pretty face.

My guests.

My daughter.

Thank you for giving me the best gift

that anyone can offer.

You have made me think.

This...

generates a signal like that employed by the

sperm whale with which we control explosive devices

we have placed all over the world.

Without this, to sustain the signal, the timing

keys will fuse to the detonators and render

the explosive devices useless.

Why in the bloody hell am I here

to watch this?

It's up to you, Mr Land.

Do we attempt to cure this planet of

geological upheavals or do we take our chances

with nature?

You know my answer.

I'm not asking you for advice.

You have to choose.

It is decided.

If an earthquake strikes our new home, and

it has done once before, it is nature's

will in whom we trust.

Freedom is a risk.

Thanks to Ned Land, we must take that

risk.

So it's on my head now.

Another trick?

No trick.

What greater freedom could I give you than

to entrust our fate to the man who

trusts me the least?

We have travelled 20,000 leagues to reach

our new home.

When we arrive, if you do not wish

to remain, I will return you to the

surface.

I wonder if you shall really wish to

leave.

Where the hell are we headed?

A lost world, gentlemen.

A fabled world.

A world no modern man believes to exist.

Behold.

The guardians at the gates welcome you to

Atlantis.

Legend of history soon to be legendary again.

I cannot write about this.

I can't do it justice.

Everything...

We will be there soon.

You understand why I could not tell you

before?

It was not my right.

It was your father's dream.

A dream only he could make me believe

Atlantis really exists.

Everything Plato said was true.

You'll judge it for yourself soon enough, Pierre.

We'll be there as soon as the diving

bells are ready.

I did not come here to watch you

write in your journal.

Your father warned me against seducing you.

Pierre, a woman offers herself, or she does

not.

I don't understand.

The only women who are seduced are the

ones who do not wish to be caught

offering themselves.

How did you become so wise growing up

so alone?

How did you become wise growing up surrounded

by people?

Mr. Lannes' injuries will keep him aboard, but

he will see our new home soon enough.

We must leave now.

The diving bell will get us to the

city within minutes.

Your captain makes me laugh.

He talks about setting me free, and then

he does this.

We prepare to leave.

Given your history, this precaution is merely prudent.

All kingdoms and countries collapse in time, destroyed

by the sea.

The flood ravaged Noah's land.

The ocean claimed Atlantis.

Water is the great nurturer of life and

the great destroyer.

Life arose from the ocean, and it must

return there.

And so we come, bearing the learning and

culture of the world, back to this ancient

paradise to escape the madness of the surface

to a haven called New Atlantis.

Welcome, my friends.

You built all this underwater?

The separate elements were constructed above with the

use of many diving bells we reassembled in

on this site.

I'm not going to another prison.

This was the home of Atlantis' king.

Yes, but the New Atlantis won't have a

king.

And love should be the law of equals.

Law of equals?

This is the culmination of years of struggles

and dreams.

At last, I can rest.

Nemo!

Stratax, stay with the women until I return.

Here.

Blow the water ballast!

Rise!

Rise!

I will not stay here in a frack

while my father's dreams are in danger.

On the port side!

Don't move!

Hold on tight, sir.

Helmsman!

Close in!

Yes, Admiral!

Close in!

Attention!

On the deck, sir!

Don't stand there!

Let it go!

Don't stand there!

In the dark part!

I guess

I always wanted to be a hero.

There you are.

Ready?

Fire!

The boat!

Give them a fight!

Helmsman!

Close in!

Torpedoes!

Help me!

I can't control it!

They're under attack!

The Baroness Eva!

Fire!

What's wrong?

The mechanism for the torpedoes must be crippled!

Abandon ship!

Abandon ship!

Abandon ship!

Abandon ship!

They're killing the Nautilus!

Abandon ship!

Help!

Where are they?

Where are my men?

Admiral!

Something surfaced off the port bow!

Grapple it aboard!

Break it open!

Come in!

What kind of inhuman enemy do we face,

Aranax, that he sends women into battle for?

Aranax?

You are the father of Pierre Aranax?

Silence!

How do you know him?

Answer me!

Take her below.

Come, sir.

Let's claim this submarine.

I will not tell you again, Aranax.

I alone will board her.

I alone will claim victory.

My God, the Abraham Lincoln.

Admiral McCutcheon.

I should have finished him the first time.

Torpedoes!

I'll see to this.

You take the wheel.

When you hear the signal, you do one

complete turn to the right.

Straighten up and hold on.

We cannot dive again until the hull is

repaired, but perhaps we can leave our enemies

behind in flames!

Admiral!

Something approaching off the port bow!

Aranax!

Well done.

We will wait and make sure that the

ship has burned down, and then we will

take a diving bell and retrieve Mara and

the others.

Will they be safe until then?

They are in their new home now.

You taught me to trust that nothing will

go wrong there.

Your hand, it feels solid.

Yes.

Indeed.

Rest, Captain.

Stand aside, boy.

Let the men talk.

Pierre Aranax speaks for me.

Got a new patron, huh?

You don't care that I'm alive?

You don't care that I'm safe?

You're my son.

You don't need me to fawn all over

you.

No.

I am no longer your son.

Ned Land is your son.

Adopted the whelp, have we?

McCutcheon is your son.

Men who destroy are your sons!

There's no way to talk, Pierre.

I know there's been rough water between us,

but this could be the opportunity to smooth

it all over.

My whole life.

I've waited so long for some kind of

acceptance from you, and now...

This craft belongs to us now.

We sell this bay moth back to Washington.

We are heroes, father and son.

What do you mean?

Well, maybe not the state, sir.

Paris and the Emperor.

Or maybe we name our price and watch

the bids roll in.

That will never happen.

Captain Nemo will die first.

Well...

No!

You will not kill him.

You will not kill this ship.

It's our good ship that's been killed, sir.

At least your own men joined it.

And even that girl you sent against us.

Girl?

Bothers you, does it?

We caught some little fair-skinned lassie in

one of your sea bubbles.

Took her on board just in time for

you to blow her up.

Mara!

Mara!

No!

Shame you didn't want in on this with

me, boy.

Don't say I never gave you a chance.

Now the ship is mine.

Never.

Amazing.

Absolutely amazing.

What I won't be able to achieve with

a craft like this.

Nemo!

January 1st, 1900.

I have spent the turn of the new

century reading my diaries from years ago.

No one now believes the Nautilus existed outside

the novel Mr. Verne created for my memoirs.

I have been content to leave it that

way.

Rather than see the world haunt him again

if he somehow survived.

Could he have survived?

Cabe and Emay escaped the cataclysm in the

last of Nemo's diving bells.

And brought me back to shore.

Every day now I watch the ocean wondering

if somehow Mara or her father will appear.

But even if they did survive, why would

they ever appear on the surface again?

I know the only thing Captain Nemo ever

wanted was...

To live, gentlemen, in the embrace of the

sea.

Only here is there independence.

Here I recognize no master.

Here I am free.

Here I am free.