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The Seven Crystal Balls - Part 1

Many moons from now there will come 7 strangers to this sacred place.

The strangers...

will carry the Inca's body away to their distant land.

But the divine curse will follow them wherever they go...

over the mountains and beyond the sea.

Hello!

Sanders! How are you coming with the translation?

I just finished. But I think you should call the others...

I think we've got a problem.

Yes, Sanders... Sanders?

What is it? Hello?

Sanders, Sanders? Sanders... hello... hello!?

"Professor Sanders-Hardiman,

Head of the famed expedition to the Andes,

has been found in a deep coma in the study of his home near the University. "

There'll be more to come. You take my word for it!

- More? - Yes... just like Tut-Ankh-amen.

Remember all those Egyptologists who died

mysteriously after opening the Pharaoh's tomb?

It'll be the same with this expedition.

I'm sure of it...

Why can't we leave these people in peace anyway?

What would we say if the Egyptians

and Peruvians came over here and start digging up our Kings? What then, huh?

Well... yes, I guess so.

Captain!... Hello Captain...

Yes, yes, good day, sir. Excuse me for a moment.

Nestor, another please!

Coming, Sir.

Your monocle, Sir.

Thank you, Nestor.

Tintin, my boy.

- What brings you here? - Just dropped in for a visit.

And how's Professor Calculus?

Fine, fine!

Here he comes now! He's looking for a Saxon burial ground.

- Hello, Professor Calculus. - Tintin, my dear friend!

Can you stay for a few days?

I'm afraid not. I have to leave this evening.

Fine... fine...

Then we can have a nice visit.

Come on Tintin! We've got just enough time

to see Bruno The Magician at the Hipodrome.

He can change water into whisky! Amazing!

There are a few more acts before the magician.

Zarate, the knife thrower...

Yes... yes.. he's marvellous.

Senoras Y Senores.

The feats I'm about to perform...

are extremely dangerous.

May I request total silence, please...!

He seems familar, somehow...

May I?

Great Snakes! It's General Alcazar!

Who?

General Alcazar... I knew him in South America.

And now, Ragdalam, the fakir...

and Madame Yamilah who sees all and knows all...

Madame Yamilah, are you ready to answer me?

Yes...

First I will put Madame Yamilah into a hypnotic state.

And now...

Madame Yamilah...

Can you tell me this man's first name?

Jolyon.

Is that correct, Sir?

Why, yes! Jolyon Wagg... that's me!

Absolutely, yes indeed!

And his passport number?

Three - eight - four - two - five.

She's absolutely right. Bravo!

Madame Yamilah, can you tell me

if this woman is married?

Yes. Her husband is a photographer.

Quite right.

He returns from a distant land...

but he is in pain...

He is wracked... wracked by a mysterious illness.

Nonsense! My husband's in perfect health.

A deadly illness from which no one ever recovers.

The vengeance of the Sun God is terrible!

Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for this interruption,

but I have an urgent message for a member of the audience,

a Mrs Clarkson who is requested

to return home immediately.

Her husband is very ill.

This is ridiculous! It must be part of the act.

I'm not so sure...

Clarkson is the photographer who accompanied the Sanders Hardiman expedition.

The what?

And now, Ladies and Gentlemen...

the show must go on with Bianca Castafiore...

the Milanese nightingale...!

I love to see how lovely I look...

in this mirror.

I love to see how lovely I look...

in this mirror.

- What about having a chat with General Alcazar? - Good idea.

Come in!

- Good evening, General Alcazar. - Caramba! Tintin! Amigo mio!

What a pleasant surprise!

And this is my friend, Captain Haddock.

Delighted, Senor.

No es la policia.

Poor Chiquito.

Ever since the police came to check our papers...

he sees police everywhere...

Of course, I understand.

But tell me, General, what on earth are you doing in a variety show?.

Alas! Another revolution in my country.

And that mangy dog, General Tapioca, has seized power again..!.

I have to make my living somehow!

I'd hate to miss that magician.

Sorry, General, we have to go! It was good seeing you...

Of course... Adios, amigo mio.

I hope he hasn't started yet.

Look out!

- Blistering typhoons! What's going on!? - Captain?!

Confound everything!

No, my friends!

What you see in the glass is not water but whisky.

Would someone from the audience care to come on stage and...

"... and following this mysterious story...

another member of Sanders-Hardiman's...

expedition has been found in a coma.

Prof Reedbuck was discovered by police last night...

unconscious in his bathtub.

Doctors are baffled by this mysterious illness

and are studying other members of the expedition... "

"... and in related news, the police have just... "

- Thompson and Thompson. - Hello, Tintin.

I just heard the report about Professor Reedbuck.

Yes, dreadful business...

What do you make of it all?

It doesn't make sense...

3 members of the same expedition all in a coma...

It's very strange.

Strange is the very word.

Very strange I might add.

Look at this...

Looks like broken glass...

Broken crystal to be precise.

Found beside the victims.

Fragments of broken crystal balls that the doctors say...

must have contained some sort of sleeping potion...

Then these are deliberate attacks!

But why?

You'd better warn the others members of the expedition.

Do you really think so?

Yes! There's no time to lose! Do you have their numbers?

Of course.

Mark Falconer's first on the list.

Hello?... Yes... Police?

Yes.

I've just heard about Reedbuck on the radio.

Fragments of crystal were found beside him and the others?

By thunder! That means the Indian was right.

No... I can't explain over the telephone. Where are you?

Then you'll be right over?

Good.

What...! The windows?

Right. Goodbye.

Windows?

Yes.

He wants us to warn the others to stay away from the windows.

Hmm... then we'd better do as he says until we know what's going on.

I'll call Professor Cantonneau.

Professor Contonneau?

Yes... he's speaking...

Sir, my name is Tintin.

I just spoke to your colleague, Mark Falconer, about this mysterious Gomez...

He told me to warn you to stay away from the windows.

Windows...?

- It's very important, Sir... - But why?

Professor Cantonneau?

Professor Cantonneau?

Professor?

What was that crash? What's happening?

Hello? Hello!?

Maybe this is Mr. Falconer...

Here we are, Sir, 26 Labrador Road.

Hey, you there! We're here...

Mr. Falconer?

Mr. Falconer!

Crystal fragments! They got him, too...!

"... and the mystery of the crystal balls continues...

as yet another member of the Sanders-Hardiman

expedition was found today in a deep coma.

Of the 7 original explorers, only Doctor Midge and

Professor Tarragon have escaped the fate of their colleagues.

Police are keeping a 24 hour watch on their homes and offices... "

Halt...! or I'll fire!

I have a registered package for Doctor Midge...

All right... Go on in.

Package for you, Doctor.

Aah... it's from my contact in Java.

Probably a rare specimen of Lepodoptera.

Lepidoptera, eh?

A butterfly if you prefer...

Hold it right there... I'd better open this butterfly.

It might be a bomb.

A butterfly bomb?

You never know.

Meeting in the corridor... we have a suspicious package to examine.

Right-o!

Keep calm... we must keep calm.

That's it... yes... keep calm.

Watch out!

Aah... magnificent!

Hello! Is everything okay?

Yes, everything's fine. We're just defusing a butterfly.

It's beautiful.

Well, I see Dr. Midge's door is well guarded.

Who's guarding his window?

I am, of course!

Then what are you doing out here?

Great Scott!

Too late!

Someone's out there!

Go get him, Snowy!

Hang on, Snowy. I'm coming.

Oh... Snowy!

All that fuss for a cat,

And our man gets away.

Extraordinary! Quite extraordinary!

Another victim. That make six!

No... I think it's a little more to the left.

No! I said there's another victim of the crystal balls.

Not quite, but almost.

Oh, forget it!

No... but this is incredible!

Did you read this article?

It says here that Doctor Midge is the 6th victim

of the mysterious crystal balls. "

Hello Nestor!

- Tintin. - Hi.

Well done, Nestor. Good save!

Thank you, Sir.

Snowy!

Never mind. Let's go join the Professor.

Good idea. What's he up to?

He's reading to me at the moment.

"the police have taken measures to protect the last

"member of he expedition, Professor Tarragon"

Tarragon? Tarragon?

- You know him? - Not at all. He's an old friend of mine.

We went to school together.

Isn't he the one who has the actual mummy

of Rascar Capac that the expedition returned with?

Oh... it's on the contrary. He's delighful.

I could introduce you.

I'd like that very much.

Oh, nonsense! Why... we could go right now. Come along...

We're here to see Professor Tarragon.

We'll have to check your I.D.

Okay, you can go in. I'll escort you.

Come in!

Calculus!

Hercules!

Good old Cuthbert...!

Hercule... I've brought...

two friends to see you. Captain Haddock.

Delighted.

GNNNNNN!

And Tintin, the famous reporter.

Pleased to meet you.

Snowy, what's the matter?

I think I know who frightened your dog.

Here's the culprit. Meet Rascar Capac.

He who unleashes the fire of heaven.

We brought him back from the expedition.

Sounds like we're in for a storm.

That sounded like a shot!

Did you fire that shot?

No. But it came from close by.

- That came rom the road. - Be careful!

False alarm...

Just 2 of your tires that exploded in the heat.

Blistering barnacles! And I've only got one spare!

Don't worry about it. You can spend the night here.

And we'll call the garage in the morning.

"But the divine curse will follow them wherever they go...

"over the mountains...

"and beyond the seas. "

This is extraordinary!

Sanders had just finished translating the documents...

when... whatever it was... attacked him.

The mummy!?! It's evaporated!

The curse... it's coming true...

It's only a matter of time, till I'm next...

Come now, Professor, it's not as bad as all that.

Excuse me, Hercule...

Read the rest of the curse...

" There will come a day when Rascar Capac will bring down upon himself the cleansing fire.

In one moment of flame, he will return to his true element

and Punishment will be sent upon

the desecrators of his tomb. "

The prophecy has been fulfilled.

The vengeance of the Inca will strike me down.

It's witchcraft!

Witchcraft?... Perhaps...

And yet...

Come on, everybody! The house is well guarded.

Nothing's going to happen...!

You're right, Captain.

And it's getting late. I suggest we all turn in.

The wind must have blown the window open.

Help...!

Watch the Captain...!

Blue Blistering barnacles!

I have a nightmare! A frightful night...!

Help...!

Thundering typhoons! It's Calculus!

Look out!

He's there! He's coming after me!

Is he gone?

It was Rascar Capac, the mummy.

He was brandishing a huge crystal ball.

Amazing!

I had exactly the same nightmare.

You too?!... that's unbelievable!

Look... it's Snowy.

He's certainly smelled something.

What's the matter with your dog?

That's Mr Tarragon's room!

Have you noticed something wrong?

No! Nothing at all. Do you think we should...?

Mr Tarragon?

Mr Tarragon!

Mr Tarragon!?

There's no answer! Let's break the door down!

I only hope...

It's okay. He's sleeping.

The fragments of crystal!

Mr Tarragon, Mr Tarragon!

Too late! The crystals balls have claimed their last victim.

The curse of Rascar Capac has come true...

Fast Forward to Part 2 for the conclusion...

The Seven Crystal Balls - Part 2

The curse of Rascar Capac has come true...!

This doesn't make sense.

No one could get in or out. Every single exit is guarded.

Unless... the shutters are locked from the inside.

You there! Have you seen anything?

No, Sir! Not a thing!

- This absolutely beats me.

Look! Rascar Capac's jewels have disappeared!

A rope!

Someone came down the chimney!

Quick! We got to check the roof!

Check the roof! Search the ground!

Whoever it is, couldn't have gone far.

There he is!

Got him!

Find him, Snowy, find him!

Oh... poor old Snowy...

you can't smell a thing with all that soot in your nose, can you?

Blistering barnacles!

That's Tarragon!

Quick! Let's go!

Help me!

Huh?

Here they come, they're back. They'll tear me to pieces.

Get away, fiends!

No! No...!

Professor Tarragon, calm down!

Gracious! Morning already!

Well! Did you find anybody?

I'm afraid not. My men have searched the grounds all night.

We found some blood stains this morning,

but nothing that we could follow.

What about Tarragon?

Still in a coma... the doctor is with him.

I can't understand what caused the fit.

Heartbeat's normal, pulse are steady,

muscles relaxed. A clear case of...

Aah... they're back! They're going to kill me!

Is Hercule in?

Well... yes. But he's in a bad state.

Walking about the estate! Oh good... I'll join him.

Leave me alone, you monsters!

Hercules...!

Hercules...!

Now where can he be?

Oh, I know!

I'll find him with my pendulum.

Hercules...!

Hercules...!

How peculiar!

Hello?

What have we here?

That's Rascar Capac's bracelet.

How on earth did it come to be here?

It really is magnificient.

I'll just slip it on and surprise everybody.

And how well it goes with my coat.

Calculus!

I don't think shouting is going to help.

You know how hard of hearing he is.

Well, where on earth can he be?

Calculus!

Captain! Look at this!

There! On the tree!

So that's why they couldn't find the culprit...

He climbed up that tree to hide.

But... he could still be up there.

I'm going to see.

Be careful!

- Well? - Nothing.

I'm coming down.

- Ow! - Don't worry, Captain.

I'm alright.

I'm happy to hear that.

Captain, over there... to your right.

More to your right.

You've got it!

Calculus' umbrella!

What is it, Snowy?

There are signs of a struggle here, Captain.

A struggle? Calculus in a fight?

The intruder must have been hiding in the tree...

When he saw Calculus come along, he jumped him.

Blistering barnacles! Why would anyone want to attack Calculus?

I don't know, Captain, but we'd better find him.

Snowy, try to find the Professor!

Thundering typhoons! They're getting away.

The police will get them now. I've got their license number.

They kidnapped a man named Cuthbert Calculus, a friend of Professor Tarragan.

A black sedan registered 317-413.

Proceeding from Harlesfort at 9 AM in a South-Westerly direction.

Will build blockades on

Route 28 and 52...

OK... this could be him.

Look out!

Inspector... this is road block 'C'.

Black sedan just drove through us on Route 28 heading North.

There's another road block 2 miles down. I'll radio them right away...

Sir... have you seen a large black sedan on the road?

I don't think so. I didn't notice.

Carry on, Sir.

Did you stop the black sedan?

What! It didn't come this way.

That's impossible! We were following them 5 minutes ago!

Well?

It looks like we've lost him.

It seems that the black sedan has vanished somewhere on the road.

- Wait... maybe they pulled into the woods. - Let's go look.

There it is!

Empty.

Nothing.

Poor Calculus, the salt of the earth...

A prince among men!

Anything?

No, inspector, but we got the whole area blocked off.

Call for reinforcements.

We'll search the entire woods.

It won't help.

The kidnappers are long gone.

Why do you say that?

Look! There's another set of fresh tire tracks here...

I'd say there was another car waiting for them,

a beige colored car...

Blistering barnacles! How do you know the colour of the car?

There's a trace of beige paint on that tree where the path is very tight.

And remember, as we arrived at the road block,

we passed a beige colored car...

there were 4 people inside.

Yes... the driver was wearing glasses.

He was a Spanish or something like that...

Beside him was a skinny man who'd looked like an Indian.

That's it!

Ten thousand of thundering typhoons...

We could have had them.

Well, don't give up yet!

Officer! Send out a description...

of the beige car and the men in it to all posts.

Yes, Sir!

I don't understand it? Why?

Why would anyone kidnap Calculus?

A man who never hurt anybody.

Look, don' worry... we'll find him.

I hope so.

More on the disappearance of the renounced scientiest, Professor Calculus.

The police have identified the car used by the kidnappers as a large beige-coloured sedan.

And the occupants are believed to be of South American origin...

The kidnapping of Professor Calculus is believed to be connected

with the mysterious case of the Sanders-Hardiman expedition, and

the subsequent misfortunes that have afflicted all members of that expedition.

Hello, Tintin. Thomson here.

Hello, Thomson...

I say there's something very unusual going on

at the the Hospital where the seven explores are.

I think you'd better slip around there and have a look.

We thought you should know

that Professor Tarragon's fit was not an isolated case...

You mean all the explorers are doing the same thing?

Yes, at exactly the same time everyday...

We don't understand it.

It's almost time.

Oh.. hello, Mrs. Clarkson.

Doctor, it's horrible. Can't you do anything?

We're doing all we can.

The best specialists in the country have been called in.

Could I please stay a little longer?

Really Mrs. Clarkson.

It's best if you leave now. Go home. Get some rest yourself.

You're exhausted.

They all seem calm enough.

For the time being.

But it'll soon begin.

Just about...

Now!

- How is the Captain, Nestor? - He's been sitting by the phone for days...

Have you any news of the poor professor?

None. Calculus has vanished into thin air.

Hello?

Yes, it's me. Who are you?

Dear, oh, dear, the master will be so disappointed...

What?... What... what!?

Thousands of thundering typhoons...!

Captain!

Captain?

Captain?!

Sir! Sir... it's me, Nestor.

Can you see anything?

Anchors away, laddies!

Hang on, Professor! We'll find you.

Captain! What's happened?

No time to stop and jabber, son. We're wastin' time...!

But Captain!

At least tell me...

Snowy!

Snowy... come back here!

Snowy!

Snowy!

Stop! stop!

Snowy!

Are you alright?

You gave me a dreadful scare.

Alright! That's enough fooling around. Let's go!

Captain! Now will you please tell me where we're going?

That was the Inspector on the phone.

The kidnappers have been spotted. They stopped for gas at a garage near St. Nazaire.

- That's a port. - Exactly.

They're probably planning to get away by sea.

But I'd go to the moon to get Cuthbert back.

We've just fished her out of the water.

Did you find anything?

Not a thing... Licence plates removed. Engine number filed out.

That makes sense.

Well, at least we know this was their port of departure.

We'll check on all outgoing ships and planes.

Thanks! Please keep us informed.

We haven't gotten very far.

Don't get discouraged, Captain.

Don't get discouraged!

What about Calculus? Where is he!

He could be on that ship right now.

It's heading for South America!

- Wait! - What?

You!

Wait! Stop!

Hello, General. I thought it was you.

Tintin, amigo mio!

Well... Where are you off to?

I'm returning to my country.

I have now no more partner.

No partner? What happened to Chiquito?

Vamoosed! He disappeared last night.

He left a note saying he was never coming back.

Last night? Well, well, well...

Tell me, General. Is Chiquito a real Indian?

Santa madre de Dios!

He is one of the last of the Incas!

The Incas? Are you sure?

But of course!

In fact, his real name is Rupac Inca Huaco.

Hmm... did he tell you where he was going?

He did not.

But I remember he mentioned the name of a town on the phone...

Wait a minute... it was something like La Rochette?

La Rochelle?

Ah, si... La Rochelle.

That's right.

Caramba! Must be going.

Adios amigo mio! See you soon again perhaps.

Have a nice trip.

If General Alcazar wasn't wrong, we might be on a good trail.

First, we check in with the port authorities at La Rochelle.

I'm sorry.

We found no Cuthbert Calculus on the departures list.

No Chiquito or Rupac Inca Huaco, either.

Well... what are we going to do now?.

Let's ask around and see if anyone has seen Calculus.

Nothing! Not a single solitary lead. This just isn't our day.

Oww...! Ow!... Ow..!... Ow...!

Sorry Captain, but you just fell for the oldest trick in the book...

A brick under an old hat...

Hooligans! Delinquents!

Iconoclasts!

Bah... kids will be kids!

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Whew! That was close!

Thanks Snowy... but we don't need that dirty old thing.

Give that to me!

That's the end of that.

Snowy!

What is it with you and this hat?

What do you want me to do? Wear it?

Then wouldn't I look like a...

Calculus?!

Captain!

Blistering barnacles! These are his initials!

This is Calculus' hat.

Good boy, Snowy! What would we ever do without you?

Captain, we've got to...

- Captain. - Stop, stop!

Blistering barnacles...

Put me down!

Now!

Pin heads! Sea Gherkins! Kleptomaniacs!

Body snatchers!

Come along, Captain.

We got to find those kids who played a trick wih Calculus' hat.

Fine... I have a thing or two to tell them too...

What do you think of this?

Not best... still my turn.

Hey! Where are you going?

Don't worry... we only want to know where you found this hat.

Well?

The... hat?

We found it on the Quay, near Dock 17, all flattened.

But the trick was my friend's idea.

Not mine.

Well, whosever idea it was it turned out to be a pretty good one.

Didn't he, Captain?

Let's see... on the 14th, dock 17... there was a Peruvian freighter,

the "Pachacamac".

She arrived from Callao on the 10th, with a cargo of fertiliser.

She sailed again for Callao on the 14th with a load of timber.

Thank you...

Peru! The land of the Incas!

It all fits together.

One - All the victims of

the 7 crystal balls violated an Inca tomb.

Two - Chiquito...

who disappeared just before Calculus was kidnapped...

is a descendant of the Incas...

Three - We found Calculus' hat

near a Peruvian ship which is gone 2 days after the kidnapping.

Conclusion...

Calculus is aboard the Pachacamac.

Exactly.

We're off to Peru.

Tell me...

That isn't the plane for South America, is it?

Yes, that's her...

Well... we'll be in Callao 2 days before the "Pachacamac".

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. What a calamity!

We'll get in touch with the police there at once.

And as soon as the ship arrives we'll have the kidnappers arrested.

What's up? Anything serious?

Yes, indeed! The master has left without a single spare monocle.

What's wrong, Captain? You don't seem pleased...

Sure... sure, but I have the feeling that it won't be as easy as you say.

What a calamity! My poor, poor master.

Anything would be worth having Calculus back.

Right you are, Tintin! Right you are!

The End...