Mystery on Monster Island

This way.

Down there.

Eric.

Gold! We are rich! Rich!

Gold!

- Gold. - Gold!

Gold.

- Gold! - We found it.

- They were crazy to think they could fool Taskinar. - We can produce more. Much more!

You're gonna die too. You're not gonna take my gold.

Hold the rifle.

My gold is mine!

Grab my arm. Up!

Lower the sails!

Come in.

Sir, Birling is here.

Croft and Stanton?

They are all dead.

Flint and Eric too.

Did you find them? Did you find the deposits?

Did you see the gold? Tell me.

You found it.

A deposit of gold, almost pure.

Finally, it's going to be mine.

No, not now, you fool. There's no more time for searching.

Tell me where you saw it. Tell me! Where?

Get him on his feet.

Buried. Lost.

Stupid fool.

Make course for San Francisco.

But I'll be back.

Nobody's going to take that gold from me.

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

You're not a peasant treading grapes, my dear.

You're a feather, floating on a gentle breeze.

- A feather? - Exactly.

Now, watch this.

One, two.

One, two.

Float, float, float. Float, float, float.

One, two, three, four.

Float, float, float. Float, float, float.

One, two, three, four.

Hmm.

Not again, Jeff!

Don't complain, Meg.

After all, I've saved you from Tartelett's boring classes.

Mr. Morgan, you know very well that my name is Artelett-

Thomas Artelett- not Tartelett as you insist on calling me.

And the fact that you do not want to attend my classes does not mean that they are boring...

but that you, young man, are a lout.

It's not funny, Jeff.

You could have killed someone.

I will not tolerate your behavior any longer.

I will personally take this matter to your uncle, Mr. Kolderup.

$1,200,000.

An entire island for only $1,200,0007?

No one will offer more?

An island with prime pasture and forestland...

freshwater rivers and no wild animals.

Are there any famous taverns there?

I can see that no one wants to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime bargain.

Well, then...

$1,200,000 going once.

Going twice.

$ 1,300,000.

The gentleman has said 1,300,000.

But Spencer Island is worth a lot more. Keep bidding, gentlemen.

Will someone offer 1,400,0007?

$1,400,000.

Do I hear 1,500,0007?

1,500,000.

The island is worth it, gentlemen.

1,600,000.

1,700,000.

1,800,000.

1,900,000.

Two million.

Two and a half million.

Five million.

Sold to Mr. William T. Kolderup...

for the sum of five million dollars.

Now, Jeff, next week I'm giving a big party. Do you know why?

To announce officially your engagement to Meg.

What? Is something wrong?

You don't seem happy at all.

Uncle William, you've got to understand.

Understand what? Don't you want Meg to be your wife?

Sure I do. I love Meg.

But before I get married, I want to show my own worth as a person.

I want to travel and see the world. Didn't you do the same?

Things were rather different when your father and I came to this country.

But you want more adventure than directing my business?

You said it Uncle William- It's yours. What have I done to merit all that?

Oh, but that's foolishness, Jeff.

You'll become a man regardless. You'll travel since my business would require you to do so.

But now you must marry.

Give me a year, Uncle William. Only a year.

That's enough, Jeff. I tell you, you're going to get married.

Don't insist, Uncle William.

I don't want you to force Jeff to do something he doesn't want to do.

Very well, then. You have both decided.

You will have your adventure, Jeff, and aboard my own ship.

I can assure you it'll be a trip you will never forget.

Oh. I'm glad I found you all together.

Mr. Kolderup, I do not wish to disturb you, sir...

but I must speak to you very seriously about the conduct of your nephew.

We are totally incompatible.

He hates my classes, he hates my name, he hates me.

Mr. Artelett, you have arrived at a most opportune moment.

I was just saying that you are about to take a trip around the world.

Who? Me, sir?

Yes, you, my dear professor. Uh, didn't you come to complain about my nephew?

Now I think that a year by his side with intensive classes might resolve the problem.

It is decided then. You will accompany him on his trip.

Prepare your things and I'll make the necessary arrangements.

You'll be leaving in 72 hours.

This isn't a ship. It's Noah's ark.

Slow ahead.

Bye, Meg! Bye, Uncle William!

Take care, Jeff. Good-bye, Professor.

And remember, Miss Meg, think feathers.

Float, float, flo-oat!

Good luck, boy!

Don't you worry, Meg. He'll be all right.

I wish I could believe that, but-

But what?

I have the terrible feeling that I'm never going to see Jeff again.

If I were you, I'd put my life jacket on.

Don't even want to think of the dangers ahead of us.

Ow!

Ooh!

Ow! Get me out of here!

What's going on there?

Help him. You too.

- Who's that? - Looks like we've got a stowaway, Captain.

What are you doing on my ship?

Honorable Captain, miserable Chinese begs much pardon.

I asked you, what are you doing on my ship?

Miserable Chinese wants to go home.

Home?

To China?

- Throw him to the sharks! - You can't!

Of course I can. This man is a stowaway and I can throw him in the sea.

- Toss him overboard! - No!

Captain, as a representative of my uncle, owner of this ship...

I forbid you to harm this man.

You forbid?

This is not San Francisco, young man. Your uncle does not command here.

Here, I am the law, and only I can decide what to do with this damn stowaway.

I appeal to you as a man of conscience. Captain, please don't do this.

Take him to the galley. Let him work for his passage.

Thank you, honorable Captain. Thank you!

Oh, sir, this miserable Chinese is very grateful.

- One day will do big favor. - Thank you.

- You very clumsy. - Me? Clumsy?

Yes. If you knew how to walk straight, me not be discovered.

Clumsy, indeed.

Something about this ship I don't like at all.

Especially that blasted China man.

Have-Have you noticed how he always serves me the smallest portions at mealtimes?

And those sailors- frightful table manners.

And as for the captain, well, I'm not quite sure about-

Good afternoon, Captain. A beautiful day, isn't it?

You should return to your cabins. A dense fog is approaching the ship.

Why, that's just what I was saying a moment ago, right, Mr. Morgan?

We should go inside at once.

Mr. Morgan!

Mr. Morgan!

Wake up! Wake up!

- What's going on? - Hurry. The ship, it's on fire!

Get your life jacket. Come along.

I'm getting out of here. Don't you see the smoke?

Wait for me!

Captain! Captain, are you there?

- I don't understand. - They could've warned us before leaving!

No, no, a captain never abandons his ship.

Well, I don't know about a real captain, but the murderer that commands this vessel, well-

Perhaps they're below trying to put out the fire.

Captain!

It's no use to keep looking.

They've gone, and I'm going too! This ship is sinking!

- Going where? - Home. I'm going home.

- We must get to a lifeboat. - Okay, let's get back on deck.

We probably couldn't see anyone because of the fog.

Ah!

The ship in danger, and there they are, drunk.

Oh, really!

Huh. Some crew your uncle hired.

Officer.

Oh! He's dead! Oh!

Oh!

They're all dead.

- And the ship's on fire. - We've got to do something.

Oh, run!

Come on. In here.

Barricade the other door!

Huh?

Professor!

Oh, no! Oh! Aaah! Oh! Aaah!