All language subtitles for Atlantis The Lost Empire 2001

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

First off, I'd like to thank this board for
taking the time to hear my proposal.

Now, we've all heard
of the legend of Atlantis,

a continent somewhere
in the mid-Atlantic

that was home
to an advanced civilization,

possessing technology
far beyond our own,

that, according to our friend Plato here,

was suddenly struck
by some cataclysmic event

that sank it beneath the sea.

Now, some of you may ask,
why Atlantis?

It's just a myth, isn't it?

Pure fantasy.

Well, that is where you'd be wrong.

10,000 years
before the Egyptians built the pyramids,

Atlantis had electricity,
advanced medicine,

even the power of flight.
Impossible, you say?

Well, no. No, not for them.

Numerous ancient cultures
all over the globe agree

that Atlantis possessed
a power source of some kind

more powerful than steam, than coal.

More powerful than our modern
internal combustion engines.

Gentlemen, I propose
that we find Atlantis,

find that power source,

and bring it back to the surface.

Now, this is a page
from an illuminated text

that describes a book called
The Shepherd's Journal,

said to have been
a firsthand account of Atlantis

and its exact whereabouts.

Now, based on a centuries-old
translation of a Norse text,

historians have believed
the Journal resides in Ireland.

But after comparing the text

to the runes on this Viking shield,

I found that one of the letters
had been mistranslated.

So, by changing this letter

and inserting the correct one,

we find that The Shepherd's Journal,
the key to Atlantis,

lies not in Ireland, gentlemen,

but in Iceland.

Pause for effect.

Gentlemen, I'll take your questions now.

Would you gentlemen
please excuse me for a moment?

Cartography and Linguistics,
Milo Thatch speaking.

Yeah. Just a second.

Pardon me, Mr. Hickenbottom.

How's that? Is that better?

Yeah. You're welcome.

- And don't let it happen again.
- All right, bye.

Now, as you can see by the...

By this map...

Map that...

That I've drawn, I plotted the route

that will take myself and a crew

to the southern coast of Iceland
to retrieve the Journal.

Showtime.

Well, this is it.

I am finally getting out of the dungeon.

"Dear Mr. Thatch, this is to inform you"

"that your meeting today has been
moved up from 4:30 p.m. To 3:30 p.m."

What?

"Dear Mr. Thatch, due to your absence,"

"the board has voted
to reject your proposal."

"Have a nice weekend.
Mr. Harcourt's office."

They can't do this to me!

I swear, that young Thatch
gets crazier every year.

If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again,

I'll step in front of a bus.

I'll push you.

- Mr. Harcourt!
- Good Lord!

- There he is!
- Members of the board... Wait.

- How did you find us?
- Mr. Harcourt, wait!

Head for the hills!

Where is a guard when you need him?

Mr. Harcourt, you gotta listen to me, sir!

Sir?

Wait! Mr. Harcourt!

Sir, I have new evidence that...
Please, Mr. Harcourt!

Stop! Sir, if you... Could you hold...

Thank you very much. Look at...

This museum funds
scientific expeditions

based on facts,
not legends and folklore.

Besides, we need you here.

- We depend on you.
- You do?

Yes. What with winter coming,

that boiler's going to need
a lot of attention.

- Boiler?
- Onward, Heinz!

But there... There's a journal!

It's in Iceland! I'm sure of it this time!

Sir, I really hoped
it wouldn't come to this,

but this is a letter of resignation.

If you reject my proposal, I'll...

I'll quit!

I mean it, sir.

If you refuse to fund my proposal...

You'll what?

Flush your career down the toilet,

just like your grandfather?

You have a lot of potential, Milo.

Don't throw it all away
chasing fairy tales.

But I can prove Atlantis exists!

You want to go on an expedition?

Here. Take a trolley
to the Potomac and jump in!

Maybe the cold water will
clear your head. Heinz!

I'm home.

Fluffy? Here, kitty.

Milo James Thatch?

Who... Who are you?
How did you get in here?

I came down the chimney.

My name is Helga Sinclair.

I'm acting on behalf of my employer,

who has a most intriguing
proposition for you.

Are you interested?

Your employer?

Who is your employer?

This way, please.

And don't drip on the Caravaggio.

Step lively.

Mr. Whitmore does not like
to be kept waiting.

You will address him
as "Mr. Whitmore" or "sir."

You will stand unless
asked to be seated.

Keep your sentences short
and to the point.

Are we clear?

And relax.

He doesn't bite... often.

Grandpa?

Finest explorer I ever met.

Preston Whitmore.
Pleasure to meet you, Milo.

Join me in a little yoga?

No, no. Thank you.

Did you really know my grandfather?

Oh, yeah. Met old Thaddeus
back in Georgetown.

Class of '66. We stayed close friends
till the end of his days.

Even dragged me along

on some of his danged fool expeditions.

Thatch was crazy as a fruit bat, he was.

He spoke of you often.

Funny. He never mentioned you.

He wouldn't.
He knew how much I like my privacy.

I keep a low profile.

Mr. Whitmore, should I be
wondering why I'm here?

Look on that table.

It's for you.

It's from my grandfather.

He brought that package
to me years ago.

He said if anything
were to happen to him,

I should give it to you
when you were ready.

Whatever that means.

It...

It can't be.

It's The Shepherd's Journal.

Mr. Whitmore, this journal is the key

to finding the lost continent of Atlantis!

Atlantis.

I wasn't born yesterday, son.

No, no, no. Look. Look at this.

Coordinates. Clues. It's all right here.

Yeah, looks like gibberish to me.

That's because it's been written
in a dialect that no longer exists.

- So it's useless.
- No, no, just difficult.

I've spent my whole life
studying dead languages.

It's not gibberish to me.

It's probably a fake.

Mr. Whitmore,
my grandfather would have known

if this were a fake. I would know.

I will stake everything I own,
everything that I believe in,

that this is
the genuine Shepherd's Journal.

All right, all right.
So, what do you want to do with it?

Well, I'll get funding.

- I mean, I'll... The museum...
- They'll never believe you.

I'll show them! I will make them believe.

Like you did today?

Yes! Well, no. How did you...

Forget about them, okay? Never mind!

I will find Atlantis on my own.

I mean, if I have to rent a rowboat!

Congratulations, Milo.

This is exactly what I wanted to hear.

But forget the rowboat, son.

We'll travel in style.

It's all been arranged,
the whole ball of wax.

Why?

For years, your granddad bent my ear

with stories about that old book.

I didn't buy it for a minute.

So, finally, I got fed up
and I made a bet with the old coot.

I said, "Thatch, if you ever
actually find that so-called journal",

"not only will I finance the expedition,"

"but I'll kiss you full on the mouth."

Imagine my embarrassment
when he found the darn thing.

Now, I know
your grandfather's gone, Milo,

God rest his soul,

but Preston Whitmore
is a man who keeps his word.

You hear that, Thatch?

I'm going to the afterlife
with a clear conscience, by thunder!

Your grandpa was a great man.

You probably don't realize how great.

Those buffoons at the museum
dragged him down,

made a laughing stock of him.

He died a broken man.

If I could bring back
just one shred of proof,

that'd be enough for me.

Thatch.

What are we standing around for?
We got work to do.

But, Mr. Whitmore,
you know, in order to do

what you're proposing,
you're gonna need a crew.

Taken care of.

You'll need engineers and geologists.

Got 'em all. The best of the best.

Gaetan Moliere,
geology and excavation.

The man has a nose for dirt.

Vincenzo Santorini, demolitions.

Busted him out of a Turkish prison.

Audrey Ramirez.
Don't let her age fool you.

She's forgotten more about engines
than you and I will ever know.

They're the same crew that
brought the Journal back.

- Where was it?
- Iceland.

I knew it! I knew it!

All we need now is
an expert in gibberish.

So, it's decision time.

You can build on
the foundation your grandfather left you

or you can go back to your boiler room.

- This is for real.
- Now you're catching on.

All right. Okay. I'll have to quit my job.

It's done. You resigned this afternoon.

- I did?
- Yep. Don't like to leave loose ends.

My apartment.
I'm gonna have to give notice.

- Taken care of.
- My clothes?

- Packed.
- My books?

- In storage.
- My cat?

My gosh.

Your granddad had a saying.

"Our lives are remembered,
by the gifts we leave our children."

This journal is his gift to you, Milo.

Atlantis is waiting.

What do you say?

I'm your man, Mr. Whitmore.

You will not regret this.

Boy, I am so excited,

I can't even hold it in.

Carrots. Why is there always carrots?

I didn't even eat carrots.

Attention. All hands to the launch bay.

To whoever took the "L"
from the Motor Pool sign,

we are all very amused.

Excuse me? I need to report in?

Yes, Mr. Thatch?

It's you!

Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.

Hold that thought.

What is it this time, Cookie?

You done stuffed my wagon full to
busting with non-essentials.

Look at all this.

Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro.

What in the cockadoodle is cilantro?

And what is this?

That would be lettuce.

Lettuce? Lettuce?

It's a vegetable, Cookie.

The men need
the four basic food groups.

I got your four basic food groups!

Beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard!

All right, cowboy.
Pack it up and move it out.

Attention. All hands to the launch bay.

Final loading in progress.

Hey, Junior.

If you're looking for the pony rides,
they're back there.

Excuse me. Excuse me?

You dropped your dynamite.

What else have you got in there?

Gunpowder,
nitroglycerin, notepads,

fuses, wicks, glue, and...

Paper clips. Big ones.

You know, just office supplies.

Milo! Where you been?

I want you to meet Commander Rourke.

He led the Iceland team
that brought the Journal back.

Milo Thatch.

Pleasure to meet the grandson
of old Thaddeus.

I see you got that journal. Nice pictures,

but I prefer a good western myself.

Pretty impressive?

Boy, when you settle a bet,
you settle a bet.

Well, your granddad always believed

you couldn't put a price
on the pursuit of knowledge.

Well, believe me,
this'll be small change

compared to the value
of what we're gonna learn on this trip.

Yes, this should be
enriching for all of us.

Attention, all personnel.

Launch will commence in 15 minutes.

- Mr. Whitmore.
- Rourke.

It's time.

- Bye, Mr. Whitmore!
- Make us proud, boy!

Rig ship for dive!

Aye, sir! Rig ship for dive.

Lieutenant, take her down.

Diving officer, submerge the ship.

- Aye!
- Make the depth one-five-zero feet.

Make the depth one-five-zero feet.

Dive, dive! Five degrees down bubble.

- Take us down.
- Take us down!

Attention.

Tonight's supper will be baked beans.

Musical program to follow.

Who wrote this?

You have disturbed the dirt.

- Pardon me?
- You have disturbed the dirt!

Dirt from around the globe,
spanning the centuries!

What have you done?

England must never merge with France!

- What's it doing in my bed?
- You ask too many questions.

Who are you? Who sent you?
Speak up!

- Me? I'm...
- I will know soon enough.

Hey, hey, hey! Let go!

Do not be such a crybaby. Hold still.

There you are.

Now, tell me your story, my little friend.

Parchment fiber from
the Nile delta circa 500 B.C.

Lead pencil, number 2.

Paint flecks of a type
used in government buildings.

You have a cat,
shorthaired Persian, two years old,

third in a litter of seven.

There are all the microscopic
fingerprints of the mapmaker.

And linguist.

- Hey, how did you...
- This is an outrage!

You must leave at once!
Out, out, out, out, out!

Sat in the dirt, didn't you?

Moliere, now what have I told you

about playing nice with the other kids?

Get back. I've got soap,
and I'm not afraid to use it.

Back, foul creature!
Back to the pit from which you came!

The name's Sweet.

Joshua Sweet. Medical officer.

Yeah, Milo Thatch.

Milo Thatch. You're my 3:00.

Well, no time like the present.

- Oh, boy.
- Nice, isn't it?

The catalog says that this little beauty

can saw through a femur in 28 seconds.

I'm betting I can cut that time in half.

Now, stick out your
tongue and say, "Ah."

Oh, no, really. I have a...

So, where you from?

Really? I have family up that way.

Beautiful country up there.
Do you do any fishing?

Me? I hate fishing. I hate fish.

Hate the taste, hate the smell,
and hate all them little bones.

Here, I'm gonna need you
to fill these up.

With what?

Will Milo Thatch
please report to the bridge?

Thank you.

I mean, nice meeting you.

Nice meeting you, too.

So I says to him,
"What's wrong with my meatloaf?"

And he says to me...

Hold on a second, Margie,
I got another call.

Sir, we're approaching coordinates.

Hello, Margie?
Yeah, so anyways, he says...

All right, let's have a look around.

Aye, sir. Set course to two-four-zero.

Aye, aye, sir.

15 degrees down angle
on the bow planes.

Come right two-four-zero.

Welcome to the bridge, Mr. Thatch.

Okay, everybody,

I want you to give Mr. Thatch

your undivided attention.

Good afternoon.
Can everyone hear me okay?

Okay, how about some slides?

The first slide is
a depiction of a creature.

A creature so frightening

that sailors were said
to be driven mad by the mere sight of it.

I'm sorry. That's wrong.

Geez, I used to take lunch money
from guys like this.

Anyway, this... Okay.

This is an illustration of the Leviathan,

the creature guarding
the entrance to Atlantis.

With something like that,

I would have white wine, I think.

It's a mythical sea serpent.

He's described in The Book of Job.

The Bible says,

"Out of his mouth go burning lights,"

"sparks of fire shoot out."

But more likely, it's a carving or
a sculpture to frighten the superstitious.

So we find this masterpiece.
Then what?

When do we dig?

Actually, we don't have to dig.

You see, according to the Journal,

the path to Atlantis
will take us down a tunnel

at the bottom of the ocean,
and we'll come up a curve

into an air pocket right here,

where we'll find the remnants

of an ancient highway
that will lead us to Atlantis.

Kind of like the grease trap in your sink.

Cartographer, linguist, plumber.

Hard to believe he's still single.

- You said there'd be digging.
- Go away, Mole.

Captain, you'd better
come look at this, sir.

Okay, class dismissed.

Give me exterior lights.

Look at that.

There are ships here from every era.

Commander, I think
you should hear this.

Commander? Commander?

"Enter the lair of the Leviathan."

Commander?

"There you will find the path
to the gateway."

- Commander?
- Yes, Mrs. Packard. What is it?

I'm picking up something
on the hydrophone.

- I think you should hear.
- Put it on speakers.

What is it? A pod of whales?

Bigger.

It sounds metallic.

Could be an echo off one of the rocks.

Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.

Is it just me, or is that getting louder?

Well, whatever it was, it's gone now.

Helmsman! Bring us about.

Tighten our search pattern
and slow us to...

Out of the way!

Tell Cookie to melt the butter
and break out the bibs.

I want this lobster served up
on a silver platter.

Load the torpedo bays!
Sub pod crews, battle stations!

Battle stations!

Steady, boys. Don't panic.

Jiminy Christmas! It's a machine!

Wait, wait!

Launch subpods!

Subpods away!

Fire!

We're free. All ahead full.

Fire torpedoes!

Get me the bridge!

Sir, it's Engineering on four.

Rourke! We took a big hit down here,

and we're taking on water fast.

I don't want to be around
when it hits the boilers.

How much time do we have?

Twenty minutes, if the bulkhead holds.

You better make that five.

You heard the lady. Let's move!

Move! Where? Move where?

Packard, sound the alarm!

He took his suitcase?

Marge, honey,
I don't think he's coming back.

- Packard!
- I have to call you back.

No, no, I'll call you.

All hands, abandon ship.

Move it, people!
Sometime today would be nice!

Come on! Everybody
grab a seat and buckle in.

Lieutenant, get us out of here!

- Lieutenant!
- I'm working on it!

Hang on.

Where to, Mr. Thatch?

We're looking for
a big crevice of some kind.

There! Up ahead.

All craft, make your mark
20 degrees down angle.

Roger! 20 degrees down angle.

Right behind you!

- Sacré bleu!
- We're getting killed out here!

Look out!

It's only a grease trap.
It's just like a sink.

It's only a grease trap.
It's just like a sink!

Seven hours ago,
we started this expedition

with 200 of the finest men and women
I've ever known.

We're all that's left.

I won't sugarcoat it, gentlemen.

We have a crisis on our hands.

But we've been up
this particular creek before,

and we've always come through,
paddle or no paddle.

I see no reason
to change that policy now.

From here on in,
everyone pulls double duty.

Everyone drives, everyone works.

Looks like all our chances for survival
rest with you, Mr. Thatch.

You and that little book.

We're all gonna die.

Okay, people. Saddle up.

Lieutenant, I want this convoy
moving five minutes ago.

Moliere, you're on point.

No, Vinny, Audrey's taking the oiler.

You know the rules. I want you 50 yards

behind that truck at all times.

And, Packard, put out that cigarette.

Are you sure you're checked out
on this class of vehicle?

Can you drive a truck?

Of course I can drive a truck.

I mean, sure, you got your steering,

and your gas, and your brake,

and of course, this metal-looking thing.

Okay, so it was a bumper car
at Coney Island,

but it's the same basic principle!

Come on! Move it!

Sorry about... Sorry about that.

Come on, civilian!

You didn't just drink that, did you?

That's not good.

That's nitroglycerin.

Don't move.

Don't breathe.

Don't do anything, except pray, maybe.

Boom!

Yeah.

Good night!
Will you look at the size of this?

It's gotta be half a mile high, at least.

It must have taken hundred...

No, thousands of years
to carve this thing.

Hey, look, I made a bridge.

It only took me, like, what?

10 seconds, 11, tops.

Looks like we have a little roadblock.

Vinny, what do you think?

I could un-roadblock that
if I had about 200 of these.

Problem is, I only got about 10.

Plus, you know, five of my own,

and a couple of cherry bombs,
a road flare.

Hey, too bad we don't have
some nitroglycerin, Milo?

Looks like we're gonna have to dig.

It will be my pleasure.

Stupid...

Stupid!

I don't understand it.

I just tuned this thing up this morning.

It looks like the rotor's shot!

I'm gonna have to pull
a spare from one of the trucks.

- Can I...
- No toques nada!

I'll be right back.

She lives!

Hey, what'd you do?

Well, you know, the boiler in this baby

is a Humac model P-54 stroke 813.

Now, we got the 814
back at the museum.

The heating cores
on the whole Humac line

have always been a little,
you know, temperamental,

so sometimes you gotta... Boom!

Persuade 'em a little.

Yeah, yeah. Thank you very much.

Shut up.

Two for flinching.

This is it. It's gotta be.

All right, we'll make camp here.

Why is it glowing?

It is a natural phosphorescence.

That thing is going to
keep me up all night, I know it.

Come and get it!

For the appetizer, Caesar salad,

escargot, and your oriental spring rolls.

- Yuck.
- I wanted the escargot.

Knock yourself out.

There you go, Milo.

Put some meat on them bones.

Thanks, Cookie.
That looks greasier than usual.

You like it? Well, have some more.

You're so skinny,
if you turned sideways

and stuck out your tongue,
you'd look like a zipper.

You know,
we've been pretty tough on the kid.

What do you say
we cut him some slack?

Yeah, you're right.

Hey, Milo!
Why don't you come sit with us?

Really? You don't mind?

Nah. Park it here.

Gee, this is great.

I mean, you know,
it's an honor to be included in your...

- Mole!
- Forgive me.

I could not resist.

Hey, Milo,
don't you ever close that book?

Yeah, you must've read it
a dozen times by now.

I know, but this...
This doesn't make any sense.

See, in this passage here, the shepherd

seems to be leading up to something.

He calls it the heart of Atlantis.

It could be the power source
the legends refer to.

But then, it just... It cuts off.

It's almost like there's a missing page.

Kid, relax.

We don't get paid overtime.

I know, I know.

Sometimes I get a little carried away.

But hey, you know,
that's what this is all about, right?

I mean, discovery,
teamwork, adventure.

Unless, maybe...

You're just in it for the money.

- Money.
- Money.

I'm gonna say... Money.

Well, I guess
I set myself up for that one.

What, is something
wrong with your neck?

Oh, yeah, I must've hurt it when...

Better?

Yeah!

Hey, how'd you learn how to do that?

- An Arapaho medicine man.
- Get outta here.

Born and raised with 'em.
My father was an army medic.

He settled down in the Kansas
Territory after he met my mother.

- No kidding.
- Nope.

I got a sheepskin from Howard U,

and a bearskin from old Iron Cloud.

Halfway through medical school,
I was drafted.

One day I'm studying gross anatomy
in the classroom,

the next, I'm sewing up Rough Riders
on San Juan Hill.

Main course.

I couldn't eat another bite.

I'm watching my weight.

Don't you worry.

It'll keep and keep and keep.

Thank God I lost my sense of taste
years ago.

Aren't you going to pitch up your tent?

I did.

I guess I'm still a little rusty at this.

I haven't gone camping since...

Well, since the last time
my grandpa took me.

I never got to meet your grandfather.

What was he like?

Where do you start?

He was like a father to me, really.

My parents died when I was
a little kid, and he took me in.

What?

Well, I was just thinking.

One time, when I was eight,

we were hiking along this stream,

and I saw something
shining in the water.

It was a genuine arrowhead.

Well, you'd think I'd found
a lost civilization

the way Grandpa carried on about it.

It wasn't until I was older
that I realized that the arrowhead

was just some compressed shale

mixed with zinc pyrite that had fractured

into an isosceletic triangulate.

That is so cute!

Say, Audrey, no offense,

but how does a teenager
become the chief mechanic

of a multimillion dollar expedition?

Well, I took this job
when my dad retired.

But the funny thing was
he always wanted sons, right?

One to run his machine shop
and the other

to be middleweight boxing champion.

But he got my sister and me instead.

So, what happened to your sister?

She's 24-0 with a shot
at the title next month.

Anyway, I'm saving up

so my papi and I
can open another shop.

Forget your jammies, Mrs. Packard?

I sleep in the nude.

You're gonna want a pair of these.

She sleepwalks.

Well, as far as me goes,

I just like to blow things up.

Come on, Vinny, tell the kid the truth.

My family owned a flower shop.

We would sell roses,

carnations, baby's breath, you name it.

One day, I'm making

about three dozen corsages
for this prom.

You know, the one
they put on their wrist.

And everybody, they come.
"Where is it?"

"When is it?"
"Does it match my dress?"

It's a nightmare.

Anyway, I guess
there was this leak next door

of gas or what. Boom!

No more Chinese laundry.

Blew me right through the front window.

It was like a sign from God.

I found myself that boom.

What's Mole's story?

Trust me on this one.
You don't wanna know.

Audrey, don't tell him. You shouldn't
have told me, but you did.

And now, I'm telling you,
you don't wanna know.

The redhead's got a gun.

Holy...

Fire.

Fire!

I'm gonna kill him.

Thatch, go back to bed.

Get some water on that fire!

No time!

Get us into those caves!

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Gertie, pull!

Milo, jump! Right now!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

All right, who's not dead? Sound off.

Danged lightning bugs
done bit me on my sit upon.

Somebody's gonna have to
suck out that poison.

Now, don't everybody jump up at once.

Audrey, give me a damage report.

Not as bad as it could have been.

We totaled rigs two and seven,

but the digger looks like it'll still run.

Lucky for us
we landed in something soft.

Pumice ash.

We are standing at the base
of a dormant volcano.

It just keeps going.

Maybe that's our ticket outta here.

Maybe not.

The magma has solidified
in the bowels of the volcano,

effectively blocking the exit.

I got the same problem with sauerkraut.

Hold on. Back up.

Are you saying this whole volcano
can blow at any time?

No, no, no, no.

That would take
an explosive force of great magnitude.

Maybe I should do this later?

If we could blow the top off of that thing,

we'd have a straight shot to the surface.

Mr. Thatch, what do you think?

Mr. Thatch?

Thatch?

Hey, wait!

Who are you? Where are you going?

Come back!

Hey, wait a minute!

Who are you?

Sweet mother of Jefferson Davis!

It's beautiful.

Milo, I gotta hand it to you.

You really came through.

I take that back.

Holy cats! Who are these guys?

- They gotta be Atlanteans.
- What? That's impossible!

I seen this back in the Dakota.

They can smell fear
just by looking at ya.

So, keep quiet.

I think it's talking to you.

Parlez-vous français?

Oui, monsieur!

They speak my language!

Pardon, mademoiselle.

Voulez-vous...

I like her.

'Bout time someone hit him.

I'm just sorry it wasn't me.

How do they know all these languages?

Their language must be
based on a root dialect.

It's just like the Tower of Babel.

Well, maybe English
is in there somewhere.

We are explorers
from the surface world.

We come in peace.

Welcome to the city of Atlantis.

Come. You must speak
with my father now.

Squad "B," head back
to the shaft and salvage what you can.

- Yes, sir!
- We'll rendezvous in 24 hours.

Let's move it. You heard him.

I'm so excited!

Now, what's really amazing is that

if you deconstructed Latin,
you overlaid it

with a little Sumerian,
throw in a dash of Thessalonian,

you'd be getting close to
their basic grammatical structure.

Or at least you'd be
in the same ballpark...

- Someone's having a good time.
- Like a kid at Christmas.

Commander, there were
not supposed to be people down here.

This changes everything.

This changes nothing.

Take that, Mr. Harcourt!

Your Majesty?

On behalf of my crew,

may I say it is an honor
to be welcomed to your city.

Excuse me? Commander?

You presume much
to think you are welcome here.

Oh, sir, we have come
a long way looking for...

I know what you seek,
and you will not find it here.

Your journey has been in vain.

But we are peaceful explorers,
men of science.

And yet you bring weapons.

Our weapons allow us to remove
obstacles we may encounter.

Some obstacles cannot be
removed with a mere show of force.

Return to your people.
You must leave Atlantis at once.

Oh, Your Majesty, be reasonable.

- Sir...
- Not now, son.

Trust me on this.
We better do as he says.

May I respectfully request
that we stay one night, sir?

That would give us
time to rest, resupply,

and be ready to travel by morning.

Very well. One night.

That is all.

Well, thank you, Your Majesty.

Your heart has softened, Kida.

A thousand years ago,
you would have slain them on sight.

A thousand years ago,
the streets were lit,

and our people did not
have to scavenge for food

at the edge of a crumbling city!

The people are content.

They do not know any better!

We were once a great people.
Now we live in ruins.

The kings of our past would weep

if they could see how far we have fallen.

- Kida.
- If these outsiders

can unlock the secrets of our past,

perhaps we can save our future.

What they have to teach us
we have already learned.

Our way of life is dying.

Our way of life is preserved.

Kida, when you take the throne,
you will understand.

- So, how'd it go?
- Well,

the King and his daughter
don't exactly see eye to eye.

She seems to like us okay,
but the King...

I don't know. I think
he's hiding something.

Well, if he's hiding something,
I want to know what it is.

- Someone needs to talk to that girl.
- I will go!

- Someone with good people skills.
- I will do it!

- Someone who won't scare her away.
- I volunteer!

Someone who can speak the language.

For the good of the mission, I will go!

Good man, Thatch.
Thanks for volunteering.

Go get 'em, tiger.

Okay, Milo, don't take no for an answer.

"Look, I have some questions for you,

"and I'm not leaving this city
until they're answered!" Yeah, that's it.

That's good, that's good.

I have some questions for you,

and you are not leaving this city
until they are answered.

- Yeah, well, I... Okay.
- Come with me.

Oh, there is so much
to ask about your world.

You are a scholar, are you not?

Judging from your diminished
physique and large forehead,

you are suited for nothing else.

What is your country of origin?

When did the flood waters recede?

- How did you...
- Wait a minute.

I got a few questions for you, too.

So let's do this, okay?
You ask one, then I'll ask one,

then you, then me, then...
Well, you get it.

Very well. What is your first question?

Well, okay, how did you get here?

Well, I mean, not you, personally,
but your culture.

I mean, how did all of this
end up down here?

It is said that
the gods became jealous of Atlantis.

They sent a great cataclysm
and banished us here.

All I can remember is the sky going dark

and people shouting and running.

Then, a bright light, like a star

floating above the city.

My father said it called my mother to it.

I never saw her again.

I'm sorry. If it's any consolation,

I know how you feel, because I lost my...

Wait a minute. Wait a minute!
Back up!

What are you telling me?

That you remember
because you were there?

No, that's... That's impossible...

Because, I mean,
that would make you...

You know, 8,500-8,800 years old.

Yes.

Oh, well. Hey. Looking good.

Just...

- You got another question for me?
- Yes.

How is it you found
your way to this place?

Well, I'll tell you, it wasn't easy.

If it weren't for this book,
we never would have made it.

Okay, second question. Legend has it
that your people possessed

a power source of some kind
that enabled them...

- You mean you can understand this?
- Yes, I'm a linguist.

That's what I do, that's my job.

- Now, getting back to my question...
- This, right here,

you can read this?

Yes, yes.
I can read Atlantean, just like you.

You can't, can you?

No one can.

Such knowledge has been lost to us

since the time of the mehbehlmoak.

Oh, the Great Flood.

- Show me.
- Okay...

"Follow the narrow passage
for another league."

"There, you will find the fifth marker."

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.
How was my accent?

Boorish, provincial...

- And you speak it through your nose.
- Yeah, gotta work on that.

Here, let me show you something.

What? It looks like some sort of vehicle.

Yes. But no matter what I try,
it will not respond.

- Perhaps if...
- Way ahead of you.

Okay, let's see what we got here.

Okay. "Place crystal into slot."

Yes, yes, I have done that!

"Gently place your hand
on the inscription pad."

- Yes!
- Okay, did you turn the crystal

- one-quarter turn back?
- Yes. Yes!

While your hand was
on the inscription pad?

No.

Well. See, there's
your problem right there.

That's an easy thing to miss.
You know, you deserve credit

for even getting this far.

Okay, give it a try.

Yeah, you got that right.

This is great! With this thing,

I could see the whole city
in no time at all.

Wonder how fast it goes.

So, who's hungry?

By the way, we were never
properly introduced.

My name's Milo.

My name is Kidagakash.

Kidamaschnaga.

Hey, you got a nickname?

Kida.

Okay, Kida. I can remember that.

What is wrong?

Oh, it's nothing. I just...
Got something in my eye.

You know, my grandpa
used to tell me stories

about this place
as far back as I can remember.

I just wish he could be
standing here with me.

Tell me more about your companions.

Your physician, he is called Cookie?

- No, that's Sweet.
- What is?

The doctor. He's Sweet.

Oh, he is kindly.

No, no, no, that's... That's his name.

- His name is Kindly?
- No, Sweet.

Well, I mean, he's kindly, too.

So all of your doctors
are sweet and kindly?

No. Well, I'm sure some are.

Ours is, but that's not a requirement.

- You're missing the point.
- You are confusing me.

Look at all those tattoos.

Shoot. That ain't nothing.

Look here what I got.

All 38 United States.

Watch me make Rhode Island dance.

Go on, baby, dance. Dance.

There you go.

Cookies are sweet, but yours is not.

Sweet is kindly,
but that is not his name.

Audrey is sweet,
but she is not your doctor.

And the little digging animal
called Mole...

He is your pet?

Close enough.

Oh, don't forget to eat the head.

That's where all the nutrients are.

You know, Kida,
the most we ever hoped to find

was some crumbling buildings,
maybe some broken pottery.

Instead, we find a living,
thriving society.

These guys are kinda cute

when they're not, you know,
formed into a fiery column of death.

We are not thriving.

True, our people live,
but our culture is dying.

We are like a stone
the ocean beats against.

With each passing year,
a little more of us is worn away.

I wish there was something I could do.

I have brought you to this place
to ask you for your help.

There is a mural here
with writing all around the pictures.

Yeah, well, you came to the right guy.

Okay, let me see.
Let's start with this column right here.

Well, this... Kida?

- What are you doing?
- You do swim, do you not?

Oh, I swim, pretty girl.

Pretty good! Pretty good.

Good, swim good.
Pretty good. I swim pretty good.

Good. It is a fair distance
to where we are going.

Hey, you are talking
to the belly flop champ

at Camp Runamuck.

Come on, we're wasting time.

Why don't you lead the way, because

I have no idea where we're going.

- Are you all right?
- Well, I didn't drown, so...

Good. Follow me.

This is amazing!

A complete history of Atlantis!

It's just like Plato described it.

Well, he was off on a few details, but...

The light I saw.

The star in the middle of the city.

What does the writing say about that?

I don't know yet.

But we're gonna find out.

Come on.

- The heart of Atlantis!
- What?

It's the heart of Atlantis! That's
what the shepherd was talking about.

It wasn't a star, it was...
It was some kind of crystal.

Like these! Don't you get it?

The power source I've been looking for,

the bright light you remember.

- They're the same thing!
- That cannot be.

It's what's keeping all these things...

You, all of Atlantis alive.

Then where is it now?

I don't know, I don't know.
You'd think something

this important
would have been in the Journal, but...

Unless... The missing page.

You have a nice swim?

Hey, guys, what's going on?

What's... What's with all the guns?

Guys?

I am such an idiot.

This is just another
treasure hunt for you.

- You're after the crystal.
- Oh, you mean this?

The heart of Atlantis.

Yeah. About that,
I would've told you sooner,

but it was strictly
on a need-to-know basis.

And, well, now you know.

I had to be sure you were one of us.

Welcome to the club, son.

I'm no mercenary.

Mercenary?

I prefer the term "adventure capitalist."

Besides, you're the one
who got us here.

You led us right to the treasure chest.

You don't know what
you're tampering with, Rourke.

What's to know? It's big. It's shiny.

It's going to make us all rich.

You think it's some kind of a diamond,

I thought it was some kind of a battery,
but we're both wrong.

It's their life force.

That crystal is the only thing
keeping these people alive.

You take that away, and they'll die.

Well, that changes things.

- Helga, what do you think?
- Knowing that, I'd double the price.

I was thinking triple.

Rourke, don't do this.

Academics. You never want
to get your hands dirty.

Think about it.

If you gave back
every stolen artifact from a museum,

you'd be left with an empty building.

We're just providing
a necessary service

to the archeological community.

Not interested.

I got to admit, I'm disappointed.

You're an idealist,
just like your grandfather.

Do yourself a favor, Milo.
Don't be like him.

For once, do the smart thing.

I really hate it
when negotiations go sour.

Let's try this again.

- Knock, knock.
- Room service.

Tell them to drop their weapons... Now!

Spread out! Search everywhere!

You're not applying yourself, son.

There's got to be something else.

Well, there isn't. It just says,

"The heart of Atlantis lies
in the eyes of her king."

Well, then maybe Old King Cole here

can help us fill in the blanks.

How about it, chief?
Where's the crystal chamber?

You will destroy yourselves.

Maybe I'm not being clear.

Rourke, this was not a part of the plan.

Plan's changed, doc.

I'd suggest you put a bandage
on that bleeding heart of yours.

It doesn't suit a mercenary.

Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us.

Now, I'm going to count to 10.

And you're going to tell me
where the crystal is.

One...

Two...

Nine...

T...

The heart of Atlantis
lies in the eyes of her king.

This is it. We're in.

Rourke, for the last time,
you've got to listen to me.

You don't have the slightest idea
what this power is capable of.

True, but I can think of a few countries

who'd pay anything to find out.

Hurry. Get on.

Jackpot.

The kings of our past.

Thatch, tell her to wrap it up.

We got a schedule to meet.

Kida...

I'm sorry.

Come on, let's get this over with.

I don't like this place.

All right, Thatch, what's next?

Okay, there's a giant crystal

hovering 150 feet above our heads

over a bottomless pit of water.

Doesn't anything surprise you?

The only thing that surprises me
is you're still

talking and
that thing's not on the truck yet.

- Now move it!
- I don't know how to move it.

I don't even know
what's holding it up there.

Talk to me, Thatch. What's happening?

Look, all it says here
is that the crystal is alive, somehow.

I don't know how to explain it.

It's their deity. It's their power source.

Speak English, professor.

They're a part of it. It's a part of them.

I'm doing the best I can here.

- Well, do better.
- Oh, I know.

Why don't you translate,
and I'll wave the gun around?

What did she say?

I don't know. I didn't catch it.

Hold your horses, lover boy.

Kida.

No, don't. Don't touch her.

All right, step back.

Sergeant, keep those people back.

You heard him. Step back.

I'm warning you.

So...

I guess this is how it ends?

Fine. You win.

You're wiping out an entire civilization,

but hey... You'll be rich.

Congratulations, Audrey.

Guess you and your dad will be able

to open up that second garage after all.

And, Vinny, you can start
a whole chain of flower shops.

I'm sure your family's
going to be very proud.

But that's what it's all about, right?

- Money.
- Get off your soapbox, Thatch.

You've read Darwin.
It's called natural selection.

We're just helping it along.

- Commander, we're ready.
- Yeah, give me a minute.

I know I'm forgetting something.

I got the cargo, the crystal, the crew...

Oh, yeah.

Look at it this way, son.

You were the man
who discovered Atlantis,

and now, you're part of the exhibit.

Let's move, people.

That was an order,
not a suggestion. Let's go!

We're all going to die.

Oh, you can't be serious.

This is wrong, and you know it.

We're this close
to our biggest payday ever,

and you pick now of all times
to grow a conscience.

We've done a lot of things
we're not proud of,

robbing graves, plundering tombs,

double parking, but nobody got hurt.

Well, maybe somebody got hurt,
but nobody we knew.

Well, if that's the way you want it, fine.

More for me.

P.T. Barnum was right.

- We can't let him do this!
- Wait a second.

Okay, now you can go.

Milo, you better get up here.

How's he doing?

Not good, I'm afraid.

Internal bleeding.

There's nothing more I can do.

What a nightmare.

- And I brought it here.
- Don't go beating yourself up.

He's been after that crystal
since Iceland.

The crystal. Sweet, that's it.

These... These crystals,
they have some sort of healing energy.

I've seen it work.

No.

Where is my daughter?

Well, she...

She has been chosen,
like her mother before her.

What?

In times of danger,

the crystal will choose a host,

one of royal blood, to protect itself

and its people.

It will accept no other.

Wait a minute. Choose?

So this thing is alive?

In a way.

The crystal thrives

on the collective emotions
of all who came before us.

In return, it provides power,

longevity, protection.

As it grew,

it developed
a consciousness of its own.

In my arrogance,

I sought to use it as a weapon of war,

but it's power proved
too great to control.

It overwhelmed us
and led to our destruction.

That's why you hid it beneath the city.

To keep history from repeating itself.

And to prevent Kida from suffering
the same fate as my beloved wife.

What do you mean?
What's going to happen to Kida?

If she remains bonded to the crystal,

she could be lost to it forever.

The love of my daughter
is all I have left.

My burden would have become hers

when the time was right,
but now, it falls to you.

Me?

Return the crystal.

Save Atlantis.

Save my daughter.

So, what's it going to be?

- Excuse me?
- I followed you in, and I'll follow you out.

- It's your decision.
- Oh, my decision?

Well, I think we've seen
how effective my decisions have been.

Let's recap.

I lead a band of plundering vandals

to the greatest archeological find
in recorded history,

thus enabling the kidnap
and/or murder of the royal family.

Not to mention personally delivering

the most powerful force known to man
into the hands of a mercenary nutcase

who's probably going
to sell it to the Kaiser!

Have I left anything out?

Well, you did set the camp on fire

- and drop us down that big hole.
- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Of course, it's been my experience
when you hit bottom,

the only place left to go is up.

Who told you that?

A fella by the name
of Thaddeus Thatch.

Where are you going?

- I'm going after Rourke.
- Milo, that's crazy.

I didn't say it was the smart thing.
But it is the right thing.

Come on. We better make sure
he doesn't hurt himself.

Milo, what do you think you are doing?

Just follow my lead.

I'm impressed.

It's simple. All you got to do...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Shut up. We get it, okay?

No, no, wait!

Gently. Just gently.

Hey, Milo, you got something sporty?

You know, like a tuna?

- How is this done?
- All you got to do is use the crystals.

Kida showed me.

Half-turn right, quarter-turn back.
Keep your hand on the pad.

Saddle up, partners.
Bring jerky and ammo.

I'm so excited.

All right, this is it!

We're going to rescue the princess.

We're going to save Atlantis.

Or we're going to die trying.
Now let's do it!

I love it when I win.

Okay, here's the plan.

We're going to come in low and fast
and take them by surprise.

Well, I've got news for you, Milo.

Rourke is never surprised,
and he's got a lot of guns.

Great. Well, do you have
any suggestions?

Yeah. Don't get shot.

There they are!

We've got company!

Take off!

Take her up!

Holy smokes!

You told me he only had guns.

What I said was, he's never surprised.

Okay, now things are getting good.

Vinny! Heads up!

We can't let them reach
the top of that shaft!

Vinny, new plan.
You and me, we're going to be decoys.

Audrey, Sweet, fly up underneath
that thing and cut her loose.

We're on it.

Lieutenant!

I thought you said this thing could
cut through a femur in 28 seconds!

Less talk, more saw.

Looks like somebody's
working overtime.

Come on, girl. Time's up.

All right, Milo, this is it.
Any last words?

Yeah. I really wish I had
a better idea than this!

We're losing altitude.

Lighten the load.

That's it,
unless someone wants to jump.

Ladies first.

You said we were in this together!

You promised me a percentage!

Next time, get it in writing.

Nothing personal.

Well, I have to hand it to you.
You're a bigger pain in the neck

than I would have
ever thought possible.

I consider myself
an even-tempered man.

It takes a lot to get under my skin.

But congratulations,
you just won the solid-gold kewpie doll.

Nothing personal.

Tired, Mr. Thatch?

That's a darn shame

because I'm just getting warmed up.

Thank heaven.

Oh, great!

The volcano... She awakes!

Hey, I had nothing to do with it.

This here would be
a good place not to be.

No, wait. We got to get her back
or the whole city will die.

And if we don't get out of here, we'll die.

It's the only way to reverse this.

Just do it!

Milo, no!

Go!

The fissure,
it is about to eject its pyroclastic fury!

Milo, Mole says the wall's going to blow!

Milo?

Atlantis will honor your names forever.

I only wish there was more
we could do for you.

You know, thanks anyway,
but I think we're good.

They'll take you as far as the surface.

We are really going to miss you, Milo.

You know, I'm going
to reopen the flower shop,

and I'm going to think of
you guys every single day,

Monday through Friday, 9:00 to 5:00,

Saturday until 2:00.

Sunday... I'm going to take Sunday off,
probably, and...

Maybe I'll go in for
a couple of hours, you know.

But August... I'm going to take August.

I ain't so good at speechifying,

but I wanted you to have this.

It's the bacon grease
from the whole trip.

Cookie, I...

Two for flinching.

See you, Milo.

Hey, Milo!

Mole.

Mole. Hey, well...

Good-bye, Mole.

Now, you sure you want to stay?

There's a hero's welcome waiting for
the man who discovered Atlantis.

I don't think
the world needs another hero.

Besides, I hear there's an opening
down here for an expert in gibberish.

You take good care of
yourself, Milo Thatch.

Yeah. You, too, Sweet.

Come here.

Sweet, before you go, could you...

No problem.

Thanks.

Oh, you're getting a bill.

Can we go home now?

Come on, y'all. Let's get
one last shot in front of the fish.

- Say gochk!
- Gochk!

Now, let's go over it again,
just so we got it straight.

- You didn't find anything?
- Nope. Just a lot of rocks...

And fish, little fish.

Sponges.

What happened to Helga?

Well, we lost her when
a flaming zeppelin come down on her.

- Missing.
- That's right. And Rourke?

Nervous breakdown.
You could say he went all to pieces.

In fact, you could say
he was transamorgafied

and then busted into a zillion...

He's missing, too.

- What about Milo?
- Went down with the sub.

Lord, give me strength.

I'm going to miss that boy.

At least he's in a better place now.

Dear Mr. Whitmore,

I hope this piece of proof
is enough for you.

It sure convinced me.
Thanks from both of us.

They'll try to hold you back

And they will say
you're wrong

But they will
never understand

The journey that you're on

They'll try
to change your mind

They'll try to change
your heart

Oh, yeah

But they will
never understand

Who you are

And you'll still believe

Still believe

And you know
And you know

You must go
You must go

Where the dream takes you

Where you can
take your heart

Where your heart longs to be

Your dream will lead you on

When you finally
find that place

You'll find all you need

Where the dream takes you

Oh, yeah

There's something
in your soul

Something in your soul

That won't be denied

It's the faith to dream
that keeps

The dream alive

So you'll still believe

Still believe

And you know

You must go

Where the dream takes you

Where your dream
takes your heart

Where your heart
longs to be

Your dream will lead you on

When you finally
find that place

You'll find all you need

Where the dream takes you

Go where your heart
is meant to be

And you may find

Somebody there

Someone to share your dream

All right, all right
Your dream will lead you on

When you finally
find that place

You'll find all you need

Where the dream leads you

Your dream will lead you on

Far as your heart can see

Your dream will lead you on

Oh, yes

There's a world
that waits for you

You're not alone

You'll find your home

Where the dream takes you

Try to change your mind

Where the dream takes you

Try to change your heart

Where the dream takes you

But you must go