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The Broken Ear - Part 2

[Tintin] It all started

when a statue of an ancient Arumbayan idol

was stolen from the museum.

Thomson and Thompson were called in to investigate

when the case took an unusual turn.

The idol--it's back.

Well, Thomson, case closed.

Although the police were quick to dismiss the case,

I had a feeling it wasn't quite as simple as it looked.

Wait a minute.

The idol in the museum's a fake.

[Man on radio] A local artist

famed for his primitive wood carvings

has just been found dead.

I went to the artist's apartment

to see if his death held any clue to the fake idol.

Lovely man.

You say the parrot was here when Mr. Balthazar was killed?

Lovely man.

That's it. Jacob Balthazar was murdered

to keep him quiet about the idol he carved.

If only I had a witness.

Of course, the parrot.

What I didn't know was someone else wanted to find the bird as well.

[Spanish accent] Maybe this Señor Tintin

wants the parrot for the same reason we do.

Maybe he, too, is looking for the name of Balthazar's killer.

Rodrigo Lopez.

[Both] Lopez?

Lopez.

I knew I had a chance

to uncover the mystery of the idol

if I could get to Lopez before the two men did.

I was too late.

But it was also too late for the killers.

A few more minutes, and we're home free.

Grr...

You're under arrest.

Now we must get the idol back.

[Spanish accent] It will not be easy.

Señor Tintin is a clever one.

Sí, but even a clever one can be tricked, Ramon.

Heh heh heh heh.

The sooner I return this idol to the museum,

the sooner I'm going to-- The ear. It's not broken.

This is a fake.

Tintin, this just came over the radio.

You've been invited to the Capitol

by the Minister of Justice.

"To honor your bravery in capturing the smugglers."

The press has asked that I bring the idol.

Sounds like a hero's press conference.

I just wish I had better news.

Hey, that's my suitcase. Stop!

[barks]

Good boy, Snowy.

Señor, please, come with us.

Ah, good. You must be here to escort me to the Minister.

Why so many soldiers?

There's talk of a revolution, señor.

Is there some mistake? This looks like a prison.

There is no mistake, señor.

Snowy, you wait here while I find out what's going on.

Grr...

[Whimpers]

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Ah, señor.

Please, open your suitcase.

What's going on? Where's the Minister of Justice?

I have no time for terrorist jokes.

Open your suitcase, señor!

All right, but I'm going to speak to the Minister about your behavior.

And I'm sure he will not be happy with--

Huh? This is not my suitcase.

This is crazy!

Take your positions!

Ready...

aim...

[Gunshots]

[Men] Revolution!

Long live General Alcazar.

[Yelling]

Come back, traitors!

[barking]

Cowards! Don't shoot.

I surrender.

[barking]

Snowy. Boy, am I glad to see you.

You are a brave man, señor.

[Man] A-ten-hut.

[Whispers]

My man tells me you were to be executed.

That's true.

Good. Any friend of the revolution

is a friend of General Alcazar's.

I shall make you my aide-de-camp.

Get this man a uniform, then bring him to the palace.

He can help me with my work.

Ahh. Now what have I got myself into?

I am sorry, señor, but the general

will not see anyone except his aide-de-camp.

Ah, there he is now.

Perhaps he can help you find this man

the police arrested.

- You! - You!

Ah, Tintin, there you are.

Let's get to work.

Our plan has failed.

For now.

Mm...

Hmm...

'Tis a very delicate position.

Very delicate.

Ah, I have it. Checkmate, General.

Uch, you dare to beat me?

They're only blanks. A little joke, eh?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

We play again, huh? Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.

[Siren wails]

[Can rattles]

Grr...

grr...

Whoa-oa!

Oh.

[barking]

Help! Unh.

[Growls] Yaah!

Yipe.

[Thunder rumbles]

We've checked the idol. It's a fake.

I told you, that's the same idol

you tried to smuggle into San Theodoros.

That's it, I kill him now.

Patience, Ramon.

Señor Tintin

just needs some gentle persuasion.

You must know that the idol you're so desperate for

is worthless.

Worthless to you, maybe.

Tell us the truth.

Now.

Yes. Now!

Aah.

Aah!

I kill you.

Grr.

Yaah!

Uh-oh. Come on, Snowy.

Get him.

[barks]

Quick, after him.

Where did he go?

[Car starts]

[Both] iCaramba!

I wish I knew what the big deal over that idol is.

Reporter's rule number one--

When in doubt, go straight to the source--

the Arumbayas.

Yes, that's him. Let's go.

Great snakes.

[Train whistle blowing]

A train. We've got him now.

[Spanish accent] So, señor, what brings you out

in the middle of nowhere?

I'm trying to find the Arumbayas.

[Coughs] You do not want to go there, señor.

The Arumbayas are a very fierce tribe.

The last man who went there was the British explorer Ridgewell.

He never came back.

I'd still like to go.

Do you know anyone who'd be willing to guide me?

Caraco!

You called, Don Jose?

Yes. This is Señor Tintin.

He is looking for someone to take him downriver.

Where do you want to go, señor?

I want to find the Arumbayas.

You should not go there.

The Arumbayas do not like strangers.

Okay, señor. But we need a canoe.

Is that enough?

That's plenty.

We leave tomorrow.

Good night, Caraco.

Good night, señor.

[Yawns]

Caraco?

Caraco!

His things are gone.

Well, looks like we face the Arumbayas alone, Snowy.

We've got to be in Arumbaya country by now.

What's that sound?

[Whimpers]

Oh, no, rapids.

[Barks]

Hang on, Snowy.

[Snowy barking]

Aah!

Whoa-oa!

Great snakes.

[Barking]

[Coughs]

That was close.

[Thud]

[Strains]

This is our only chance.

Made it.

Now for the Arumbayas.

You know, Snowy, I have the strangest feeling

we're being watched.

[barks]

Uh, my guide stranded me.

Mister...Mister...

The name's Ridgewell.

The explorer? But I thought--

You thought the Arumbayas killed me,

so what are you doing in their lands?

I don't believe everything I hear.

Call it reporter's instinct.

Mm, you're smarter than you look.

Most people think of the Arumbayas as savages,

but nothing could be further from the truth.

Well, I certainly don't mean them any harm.

I just need some answers.

Answers about what? Ohh!

[Growls]

I'm very sorry.

I should never have started to teach them golf.

You were saying something about answers.

Yes, about a wooden idol.

Mm...

[Speaks native language]

The chief said it started long ago

when a man named Walker was captured by the tribe.

[Speaks native language]

Walker came in peace and was welcomed.

He had with him a young man named Lopez

who was the guide for their expedition.

Walker was shown the ways of the Arumbayas.

Soon, he and his party came to be trusted

as good people.

The chief took Walker to the Arumbayas' most secret place.

Walker was shown an ancient gemstone--

the Heart of the Jungle--

which, according to the Arumbayas,

had magical healing powers.

He took a vow of silence

so no other man would hear of

the Heart of the Jungle's power.

To honor his vow of silence,

he was given the idol of the broken ear

when he left.

All seemed well at the time.

But the Arumbayas were betrayed.

The gem had been stolen.

[Yells]

[Speaks native language]

The Arumbayas went after Walker.

His party was killed and their supplies lost.

There are many accounts of Walker staggering out

into a distant village with only the idol.

What happened to the boy Lopez?

[Speaks native language]

The chief says Lopez vanished before the expedition was attacked.

Strange coincidence.

The man who stole the idol from the museum was also named Lopez.

So Lopez stole the gemstone and hid it in the idol.

But he panicked and fled just before the Indians attacked,

leaving Walker with the idol, who brought it to Europe.

Years later, in prison, Lopez tells his cellmates

about the idol and the gem, and they double-cross him.

[Speak native language]

The chief says that he feels in his soul

that the Heart of the Jungle is in a faraway land.

The gem's still in Europe.

That's where the trail of the real idol went cold.

Can you get me back to San Theodoros?

Well, Snowy, it's great to be home,

but we're back to square one.

Looking for this idol is like finding a needle in a--

Great snakes. That's fantastic.

[Snowy barks]

Oh, no. Now someone's making replicas of the real idol.

Excuse me. Can you tell me where you got this idol?

[Spanish accent] Mm, a fellow has a wood shop not far from here.

I think I still have his card.

Simon Balthazar?

His brother Jacob was that famous artist who died not long ago.

Of course.

- Here we are. - [barking]

Wow.

May I help you?

- Mr. Balthazar? - Yes.

Sir, I need to ask you about these statues.

What about them?

Did you carve them from a sketch

or from a real idol?

From a real idol that I found

in one of my brother's trunks.

Why?

That idol was stolen from a museum.

I've been halfway around the world looking for it.

Oh, dear. I sold it to a tourist yesterday.

Here, Samuel Goldbarr,

an American sailing on the S.S. Washington.

Thanks.

Funny, two Spanish gentlemen were just here

asking the same question.

Ramon and Alonzo.

We got to hurry, Snowy.

Excuse me. The S.S. Washington?

[Horn blows]

Oh, no.

At last.

How do you open this thing?

Break it open.

Not here. Goldbarr might come back.

Okay, let's go.

Got to find them, Snowy, before it's too--

Uhh.

- The idol. - The idol.

The gemstone. iCaramba!

Got it. Ow!

[barking] Aah!

Good boy, Snowy.

Yipe.

Get it. Oh. Oof.

Got you again.

Yeow.

Fool. It's gone.

And all because of you.

But I--Hey! Aah! Leave me alone!

[All scream]

Man overboard!

[Bell dinging]

[Whimpers]

[Whimpers]

[Gasps for air]

[barking]

[Cheering]

[Both coughing, gasping]

Stolen?

Exactly.

Then I wouldn't consider keeping it a moment longer.

Can I ask you to return it to the museum, Tintin?

Of course, sir.