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Land of the Black Gold - Part 2

[Tintin, narrating] It all started

when the country was in the grip

of a strange but destructive fuel crisis.

♪ On that day your car goes boom ♪

Any idea what causes the fuel to explode?

We've sent experts to Khemedite,

but the phenomenon remains a mystery.

It has to be sabotage.

But how do you tamper with such a large amount of oil?

You'd have to go to where all the oil is stored.

The docks.

[Man] The Speedol Star sails tomorrow morning.

It will reach Khemedite by Thursday.

Give these documents to our contacts there.

They are vital to our success.

I understand.

Now, how do I get aboard the Speedol Star?

[horn blares]

So, you're the new radio operator.

Someone is on to me. I'd better get rid of those documents.

- Cabin search. - Go ahead.

What's that?

These documents we found

detail an arms shipment to the traitor Bab El Ehr.

Take the spy away.

Hurry, spy.

Aahh!

- Ohh! - [crying]

He's as good as dead.

Untie him and leave him.

Fortunately, I was revived by the cold desert night

only to discover that the conspiracy

in the oil fields was about to heat up.

Oh, no!

They blew up the pipeline!

Who were these mysterious raiders?

[Man] On your horses.

We must split up in case the emir's soldiers come after us.

I know that voice.

- Ride on. - [horse whinnies]

Müller.

I had to warn the emir

that Müller was behind the sabotage,

but when I arrived, I made a frightening discovery.

Thank you for the meeting, Your Highness.

I hope you won't regret your decision.

Good day.

He's here.

I only hoped that the emir would understand

that he was being used in a greater plan

against world peace.

[chattering]

This is fascinating. Do go on with your story.

So you had just recognized Dr. Müller, and then what happened?

Well, I was sneaking up from behind him when--

Master! Master, your son-- he is missing.

[laughing]

Oh, you must think me mad.

But, you see, my son, Prince Abdullah,

loves to play little jokes, the adorable rascal.

Come. We shall go play hide-and-seek with him.

[barking]

Abdullah, where are you, my little prince?

The precious little prankster. He's always putting us on.

- [sniffing] - Abdullah!

- Come out, come out, wherever you are! - [Snowy barking]

Hmm?

[barking]

Uh-oh.

Abdullah's becoming a master of this hide-and-seek game.

I don't think it's a game, Your Highness.

What do you mean?

Was the prince wearing a blue robe?

Of course not.

My family only wears robes of black.

Then you've had an uninvited guest in your courtyard.

Here's a piece of blue cloth I just found caught on a branch.

- And look. These deep footprints indicate - [growling]

that someone jumped down from the tree.

And judging by these scuff marks,

this is where they must've climbed over the wall.

"They"? "They"? Who are "they"?

Whoever kidnapped your son.

Kidnapped? Preposterous!

No one would dare to kidnap my son!

Master! A horseman brought this letter.

No. It's unbelievable!

Somebody has indeed kidnapped my son!

Uh, excuse me, Your Highness, but I can't read Arabic.

[sobbing] It was that cursed dog Bab El Ehr.

He says that if I don't sell my oil to Skoil instead of Speedol,

I will never see my son again.

A-A-Achoo!

Oh, sneezing powder.

A final joke from my sweet little cream puff. Achoo!

Your Highness, please, pull yourself together.

We need to act quickly.

Yes, of course.

I will summon my military advisor.

A cigar?

Only the finest imports for my esteemed military advisor.

- And you, Tintin? - No, thanks.

I don't smoke.

Your Highness,

action against Bab El Ehr has been taken.

[laughing]

Abdullah has switched my fine imports

with trick cigars.

[barks]

That little snake!

When I get my hands on him, [sniffling]

I'll give him the biggest hug.

[sobbing]

Do not worry, Your Highness. The prince will soon be with you.

My horsemen are ready.

We shall not rest until we have tracked down

that cursed Bab El Ehr.

- [horses whinnying] - [horsemen shouting]

I hope they find Bab El Ehr soon.

Maybe, but they won't find your son.

What? What do you mean?

Bab El Ehr didn't kidnap him.

But he signed the note.

A trick by Müller.

The note demanded you sell your oil to Skoil instead of Speedol.

- So? - So by kidnapping your son,

Müller is making sure he gets exactly what he wants.

That dog!

Quick, we must stop the horsemen!

No. Müller must think his plan has worked.

That way, he'll keep his guard down.

What I need right now is a picture of your son.

Is this a good likeness?

Yes. A handsome boy.

Takes after his father.

- Aahh! - [yipes]

Even in his absence he gets my goat.

- My little sweetness. - [growling]

- [sobbing] - [barking]

Don't worry, Your Highness. I'll get him back.

Just tell me where I can find Müller.

[street vendors hawking]

Achoo!

A-A-Achoo!

Huh? Sneezing powder?

A-Achoo! Achoo!

Great snakes!

It's Señor Oliveira de Figueira!

Achoo!

Imagine that.

I can even sell roller skates in the desert.

Excuse me. The man with the sneeze-- where did he go?

Most likely to Dr. Müller's castle.

He is a servant there.

All of them seem to have taken sick.

Very strange indeed.

But what about you, sir?

What can I show you today?

Señor Oliveira de Figueira.

Tintin!

This truly is the land of wonders.

What brings you to the desert?

[barking]

[Tintin] I'm on a very important mission,

and I could use your help.

- [sniffing] - But first, tell me, señor,

why have you chosen to settle down and set up business here?

I am the main supplier to everyone in town

except for the emir.

He has his own private suppliers, the lucky dogs.

Hmm? What about Dr. Müller?

l sell him many goods, but he's tough and cruel, and--

I'd like to pay him a little visit.

It is not a place to which I would bring a stranger.

He surrounds himself with many armed men.

What if l made it worth your while?

But how?

Get me inside, and I'll make sure

you become the emir's exclusive supplier.

It's quite easy.

- I go there each morning. - [snap]

- [Snowy yiping] - Snowy!

[clattering]

[yiping continues]

I wish I could've brought Snowy.

And ruin your disguise?

He will be safe at my house.

You're sure you can keep the guards distracted?

[laughs] I will keep them occupied,

believe me.

Good morning, my friend.

How are you on this glorious day?

Who's the young stranger?

My nephew Alvaro.

- Achoo! - Bless you, sir.

Say, I have just the thing for that sneeze.

Some beautiful handkerchiefs.

[door closes]

Gentlemen, allow me to introduce

my nephew from Portugal, Alvaro.

He does not belong here.

- Achoo! - Bless you.

I assure you, Alvaro is perfectly harmless.

He's an orphan, poor lad.

I've taken him into my family.

To be honest, he's a little, uh--

How do you say it? Simple.

Not surprising after what happened to him.

Alvaro, go play in the garden.

You see, Alvaro's father,

a humble snail farmer,

decided that he wanted to see the world.

Here goes nothing.

He married the pirate's daughter.

Well, imagine the adventures.

One day, off the coast of Africa...

It's already locked.

From the inside?

But there's no one in here.

What's this?

"A spokesman for Speedol had no explanation

for the exploding gasoline."

Hmm? Why do I get the feeling

that Müller knows something about this?

[Müller] A-A-Achoo!

Suddenly, his raft sprung a leak.

The sharks swam closer.

A-Achoo!

That little pest with his sneezing powder!

That brat!

[buzzing]

Kruzitürcken!

- A-- - Achoo!

- Come out, or I'll shoot. - [gun cocks]

And he was... [crying]

the only man that she ever loved.

- Oh. - Such a tragedy.

- Who are you? - I am Alvaro.

Achoo!

Tintin!

I should have known!

A-A-Achoo!

Achoo!

[grunts, groans]

[yelling]

And he never saw her again.

[muffled yelling]

Hello? Get me the emir.

Tintin, have you located my son?

Not yet, but I'm close.

Listen, Your Highness, have Müller's castle surrounded immediately.

The prince is here somewhere.

[buzzing]

Okay, Abdullah, here I come.

An underground fortress.

Achoo!

Master! Is that you?

[gasps]

Master?

That's odd.

Don't move and don't make a sound, or else.

Now, you're going to take me to see the emir's son.

Step back from the door.

Face the wall and keep your hands up.

Prince Abdullah, I've come to take you home.

Don't want to go.

Hey!

[both grunting]

Great. A fight.

Let's go, Abdullah.

No.

Abdullah, open this door right now!

Don't want to!

Fine. I'll go to the circus alone then.

- Ha! Got you! - I hate you!

I shall tell my papa!

Be quiet, Abdullah. He's gone.

There is an intruder in the tunnel.

No kidding.

Alert the others!

Little did they know

that Alvaro had witnessed the whole sordid--

Intruder in the tunnel! Come quickly!

[men shouting]

Send my nephew home if you see him!

Tintin better know what he's doing.

[barking]

Snowy, how did you escape?

Come on.

Train tracks!

Hey! Get back here!

No. I want to play trains.

Choo-choo!

Stop that. Come here.

[grunts, groans]

[grunts]

- [groaning] - [Müller] Ha!

- No! Stop it! Let me go! - Ah!

- Let me go! - Let him go, Müller!

- After him! - [yelling]

- Let me go! Let me go! - Ow!

Let me go!

You can't touch me. My father will have you thrown in jail.

[men shouting]

[grunts]

[grunts]

- Phew! Huh? - [sizzling]

Explosives?

[crackling]

[whistling]

[Captain Haddock] Take that, you desert rat!

Huh? It can't be.

- Blue blistering barnacles! - [blow lands]

Captain?

- Tintin! - [grunts]

[crackling, whistling]

Thundering typhoons!

[barking]

Snowy!

He led me right to you.

We never would've found the tunnels without him.

"We"?

I came with the emir's men.

I was at his palace when you called.

[sobbing]

Your Highness, what's wrong?

Müller. [sobbing]

He has escaped in his car with my little Abdullah.

The two detectives are in pursuit,

but what if they don't... [sobbing]

find him? [sobbing continues]

Your Highness, can we take your car?

Certainly.

Just bring my little darling back to me.

I'm thirsty.

So am I.

- I want an ice cream. - Hey!

[tires screeching]

You're sure this is the way?

Positive.

[yells]

I say, why would you step out while we were moving?

Moving? That car passed so fast,

I thought we were standing still.

Look!

That must be Müller.

- [laughing] - What-- What-- What--

[huffs] Hey!

- [tires screeching] - [Müller huffs]

Brat!

[crashing]

I want ice cream.

[groaning] Ice cream!

All right, Müller. We've got you.

One false move, and the child's had it.

Back away from the car!

[Snowy growling]

You won't get away with this.

- Aahh! - Just watch me.

Come back here!

Beastly baby snatcher! Swine!

Let me go! Let me go!

Captain, guard the prince.

I'll shoot for the tires.

[tires screeching]

[barking]

Come here. Play with me.

Quit that. We've gotta be quiet.

Let go of me, you big bully.

- [gunshots continue] - Aahh!

Müller!

The police are coming. You're trapped.

I must get rid of Formula 14.

[clicking]

I swore you'd never take me alive.

No! Don't do it!

Müller!

Aahh!

[laughing]

[all laughing]

That was my ink pistol.

[groans]

I say, this sun has given me a terrible headache.

Hmm? What's this?

Headache medicine. How convenient.

What a stroke of luck.

- One for you. - And one for you.

Thomson and Thompson, I have a passenger for you.

Right. Get in the car, Müller.

[both hiccup]

[gasp]

[both hiccup]

It must be the medicine.

What?

I... [hiccups]

feel rather... [hiccups]

peculiar.

To be precise, me, too. [hiccups]

Hang on, Detectives.

We'll be at a hospital in no time.

They'll figure out what's in these pills.

I'll make you a rich man if you destroy those.

And forget about my friends?

No way, Müller.

Choo-choo!

Silence, my lamb.

The news is on.

The mystery of the exploding cars has been solved.

A substance known as Formula 14

was being used to sabotage world oil supplies.

The exploding cars were merely a test of the enemy's war plans.

Just think of what they would've done if there was a war.

Without gas, your country would have been helpless.

Professor Cuthbert Calculus

has produced an antidote for Formula 14.

World oil supplies are now out of danger.

Detectives Thompson and Thomson are recovering

after accidentally swallowing Formula 14.

In other news...

Peace has returned to both our countries.

I believe that calls for a fine cigar.

Mm-mm!

Nothing like a cigar after saving the world.

Another trick from my little Abdullah.

But he did promise to be nice.

Cute little boy, isn't he?

"Cute little boy"?

"Cute little boy"?

Blistering barnacles!

[Emir laughing]