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Destination Moon - Part 1

So this is Syldavia!

Great! But where's Calculus?

- I don't see him. - You'd think he'd meet us...

if he makes us take the plane.

So this is Tintin and Haddock.

Mammoth sent a telegram requesting they come.

Find out why he wants them.

Our source is working on it, Sir.

Good.

Proceed!

- You are Haddock and Tintin? - Yes.

Professor Calculus sent me.

He didn't come himself?

No, he wasn't able to come.

Let's go then.

Look, the Zepo has picked them up already.

Don't worry, Chief! We keep tabs on them.

What a welcome! Calculus us style!

Yes, I guess so.

Why are you turning round?

That car's bothering me.

It's followed us from the airport.

Just someone driving...

to Klow like us.

- Possible. - Ah...

Look! We're almost there!

Driver! This isn't the way to Klow!

I take you to the Professor.

He's not at Klow - he's moved.

Why didn't he tell us?

Something doesn't seem right.

Two hours on the road, and it's still tailing us!

GÄdd, ZrÀdjizmo.

Zsoe ghounh dzoeteuÄh.

GÄdd.

Barnacles! What's old Cuthbert got himself in to?

Well, I wonder what he's got us in?

Look like we're about to find out.

We're in some kind of fortress!

Look!

Welcome gentlemen.

Glad you arrived safely!

Not a moment to soon!

Blistering barnacles!

Let me introduce myself... Franck Wolff...

assistant to Prof Calculus.

Pleasure, Tintin.

I'm Captain Haddock.

Who're these gangsters who've been following us?

They're not gangsters...

but Zepo men.

What's a Zepo?

Zepo: Syldavian secret police.

Here to protect you!

Protect us!

Just follow me! Prof Calculus...

is expecting you. He'll explain all.

- This is all useless! - Yes...

for all our efforts, we haven't made much progress.

If he's brought in his friends...

then phase one is about to start.

Should we strart our operation?

Immediately!

Here we are.

No!

Ah, Tintin, Captain Haddock!

Hello, my dear old friend!

Sorry! I completely forgot my helmet!

A new plexiglass model being tested for strength.

Barnacles! It packs a wallop!

A plexiglass helmet? What for?

No, not glass - plexiglass!

Glass would be too fragile.

Of course. But what's the helmet for

One moment, please.

I beg your pardon?

You're using an ear trumpet, but...

why don't you wear a hearing aid?

No need! Those are for deaf people.

I'm only a bit hard of hearing.

A bit hard of hearing!

Prof, what's this all about?

Didn't Wolff explain?

Well, follow me!

We'll talk in the office.

There you see some of the facilities of the...

of the Brodj Atomic Research Centre.

Impressive.

What's it all for?

I'll explain, Captain.

Please sit down.

The Syldavian Government invited me to set up...

their astro-nautical section.

I was delighted! My engineer, Frank Wolff...

is helping me perfect a nuclear rocket engine.

A rocket! What for?

To travel to the moon.

That's a good one! Old Calculus on the moon!

You planning to take passengers?

Why did you think I asked you to join me?

What! What you saying?

Me! On the moon!

Blistering barnacles!

Has your brain gone radio-active?

You can't be serious!

I'll never set foot in your rocket!

Never!

Thank you, Captain! I knew I could count on you!

May I come in?

Ah, Mr Baxter.

May I introduce Captain Haddock.

He is most ethusiastic.

He's delighted to travel to the moon.

Mr Baxter is the director of the Centre.

The Prof told me you were an exceptional man...

and I see he wasn't exaggerating.

But... I...

- I congratulate you too, young man. - Uh, thanks!

I'll arrange a tour of the facilities for you.

Sure.

Gentlemen, I'm proud to show you our moon facilities.

There it is! The X-FLR-66 nuclear rocket!

We're not going to the moon in that!

No, Captain! It's only a model.

The X-FLR-66 is about to make a radio-controlled orbit of the moon.

It'll take photos...

and provide information for our own flight to the moon.

Red alert! Red alert!

Unidentified aircraft entering security area.

Ground control to unidentified craft.

You're violating a security area.

If you proceed you will be fired on!

- They've spotted us! - We must play for time!

SFRR here!

Message received!

Lost our course. Advise position!

The plan's in trouble, Sir!

Wait, it's a trick!

It's dropped tzo parachutes!

Anti-aircraft guns, open fire!

What's going on?

Great snakes!

Must have hit the next room!

- Professor! - Who is it?

Someone knock?

Professor!

Gentlemen! Last night an unidentified plane evaded...

our anti-aircraft guns.

They dropped in two men by parachute.

We're doing all we can to find these men...

who are still at large. We have tightened security.

This raid proves these men will stop at nothing.

That will be all, gentlemen.

Oh, so sorry! A bit of plaster from last night!

Don't mention it, Professor!

I protest!

To be precise, this is an outrage!

Thomson and Thomson!

We've captured the two parachutists, Sir.

They were in the restricted area.

Probably Greek revolutionaries.

Greek!

But we asked for Syldavian costumes!

Why did you parachute in to our security area?

- Parachute? - Where?

- Who? - Us?

There must be some mistake. I know these men.

They're detectives Thomson and Thomson.

Then you must be the ones we were expecting.

That's us!

Please excuse us for this error.

Certainly! Errors are our business.

Could I take a hike through the mountains around the centre?

I'd lie to stretch my legs. - Of course.

Careful of the two spies on the loose!

Captain! Could you get hold of a couple of walkie-talkies?

I have a plan.

Ah, perfect!

From here we have unobstructed view.

There's the Centre.

Now to work.

Let's see. According to these plans...

there should be a ventilation shaft around here.

It might be big enough for...

someone to get into.

Bingo! There it is.

Let's check it!

We made it, Snowy! Now let's get there.

If we can get here so can the parachutists.

Captain! Do you hear me?

Loud and clear.

I'm at ventilation shaft No..3

In sector J, above corridor 7.

I was right. I could get to it easily.

- Put our plan in to motion! - Aye, aye, Tintin!

You can count on me.

I hear something, Snowy.

Psstt, are you there?

Yes. Here are the documents.

Good! Well done.

Hands up!

Well done!

Blistering barnacles, Tintin?

What in blue blazers!

The Captain! Is he alright?

He's coming round.

Listen! That howling! It's Snowy!

Tintin's in trouble!

- What's going on? - It's Tintin.

He's outside ventilation shaft...

trying to catch the intruders!

- Great Scott! - Hurry!

- He needs help. - Security? Baxter here!

Code five alert! Send a helicopter to ventilator shaft.

Look for Tintin and the intruders!

The helicopter's seen the intruders.

Dispatch a squad to bring them in!

The doctors say you'll be fine.

Thanks to you we caught...

the two men outside the shaft.

They had an accomplice inside.

He said something about documents.

He must be the one who bopped me on the head.

The rat!

If I could get my hands on him, I'd...

Excuse me, Mr Baxter.

I got a little carried away!

Ahem... Well...

Must double-check people's wherabouts!

We'll find him!

Now get some rest.

- Good night. - Good night.

Good night.

Very strange!

If we didn't hit the Captain on the head, who did?

An inside accomplice.

Look!

That door's open.

All doors are supposed to be closed.

You stay here. I'm going to investigate.

What's the matter?

A skeleton! There!

I saw a skeleton behind this panel!

A skeleton! Good one! You must be dreaming!

I'm not! I saw a skelton, I tell you!

We'll see about the silly skeleton!

- Come along! - Yes, come on!

Where is it?

Nothing!

I swear I saw it.

Mustn't make a sound!

He must be around here somewhere.

Well, Professor?

Everything's ready Mr Baxter.

The technicians have almost finished fuelling up.

- Mr Baxter? - Yes.

- Look who's here. - Tintin! How are you?

Fine, thank you.

Look, Tintin's better!

Now we're all here we can go to the control room.

All staff evacuate the assembly room!

The rocket will be monitored from this panel.

Tell me, Prof?

Have you considered the device? - The device?

Ah, yes! It's ready. I put it together last night.

Control calling observatory!

Are you standing by?

Everyone's in their position, Sir.

Radar here! We're standing by.

This is the control panel with the devices...

to guide the rocket through space.

In a few seconds the XLR-66 will take off. I suggest...

leaving the honour of the launch...

to our youngest colleague...

Tintin.

Bravo!

Observatory calling control!

Prepare to blast off in 3 minutes!

Take your positions!

Ten seconds to go!

9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2... 1...

Zero!

There it goes!

We've sent a rocket to the moon.

To the moon!

Do you realize what those three words mean?

To the moon!

Goodness! Terribly sorry!

Lucky you weren't smoking your pipe!

Observatory to Control.

Prepare to engage nuclear motor!

Stand by!

- Thirty seconds. - Stand by, Tintin!

10.

5... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

Observatory to Control Room! Nuclear motor has taken over.

Rocket is on course!

- How's Radar working? - Perfectly!

All is going well.

For the time being, gentlemen.

Control! Stand by for course correction.

Zero, zero, eight, six.

Zero zero eight six.

A trifling correction.

Nothing to worry about.

Stand by to cut nuclear motor!

10 seconds, 9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

The rocket will...

disappear from our field of vision.

That's it! It's out of range.

We can relax for a while.

With the motor cut...

the moon's gravity will pull the rocket into orbit.

The X-FLR-66 will pass behind the moon. When it reappears...

we will resume radio control.

Their rocket is behind the moon!

When it reappears we will take over.

Tht rocket is back on radar.

Stand by to restart the engine!

Will you let me do it this time?

By all means.

9... 8...

7... 6...

5... 4...

3... 2...

1... Zero!

Correct course to zero zero nine eight!

Correction applied.

Another correction:

Three two seven six.

Correction applied.

Negative.

It didn't respond.

The rocket is veering off course.

- Something wrong? - I don't understand!

Correction, 7, 8, 5, 2.

Adjust it!

I am doing that!

Blistering barnacles of a rocket!

I don't understand!

The rocket won't respond to our orders.

Tintin was right. Good thing...

I listened to him!

There! Now we have control!

We'll steer it to our pick up point.

Nice work!

Prof, what are you doing?

I'm fine Mr Baxter. But sorry to say...

I must destroy the X-FLR-66!

Surely you don't mean it!

A stronger radio signal...

has taken control of it.

Tintin warned us.

I will not let my rocket fall in to enemy hands!

- Maybe we can still... - Observatory to Control!

The rocket is 800 miles off course and...

out of range of our signal.

Observatory? Has it exploded?

Exploded?

No, it's getting further away.

Tragedy! All is lost! It's terrifying!

Our secrets, discoveries!

Pull yourself together, Cuthbert!

All lost! A tragedy!

It's terrifying!

I see what it is!

Two loose wires! No trouble...

to mend at all!

This time, it should work. Go!

Observatory to Control.

La X-FLR-6 has exploded.

Nothing more to observe.

They had it planned.

They prefer to destroy it than let us get hold of it.

I thought the insider might...

have got enough information to take it over.

The Prof rigged the detonator.

Which was an excellent precaution.

Alas, yes.

All our hopes are destroyed.

Years of research gone...

in one second! - Easy there!

All is not lost. On the contrary...

the nuclear engine worked fine.

Didn't your rocket reach the moon and circle it?

He's right. The trial run was conclusive.

Don't despair!

Tomorrow we'll start on the real rocket.

Yes!

And go to the moon!

Hooray!

To the moon!