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Authorities worldwide
expressed shock at these allegations.
Most daring thefts of modern times.
Fowl is said to be hiding ancient relics
worth hundreds of millions of...
Time and again,
these museums were robbed of untold riches.
Some say the true amount stolen
may never be known.
Where I am amidst what can only be described
as a media frenzy.
He couldn't dismiss the fact that when he was arrested...
The collection contains
the rarest evidence of ancient worlds.
Most expressed horror at his alleged criminal activity,
while others hinted at a more widespread conspiracy.
Many similarities
to numerous daring thefts shrouded in mystery.
A crowd has gathered...
It's him! It's him!
Breaking news. There is the car.
Yes, the car has come down.
And it looks like young Artemis Fowl is here.
Authorities have now made connections
to one man.
Artemis Fowl.
Breaking news now
and a suspected accomplice of Artemis Fowl
is today arrested near Fowl Manor.
Help me.
Is this unidentified individual a link
to Artemis Fowl and the multiple thefts?
We have reports
that British intelligence authorities
are expected to question the subject immediately.
Is it true?
Do you have anything to say, Artemis?
How does it feel
to have a criminal for a father, Artemis?
Your name?
Mulch Diggums.
Exactly what were you doing near Fowl Manor?
So now it's illegal
to go for a hike?
This was no hike.
Unless you tell us exactly what happened at Fowl Manor,
you will be permanently imprisoned.
Wait, wait, wait.
You don't want me.
No. No, I'm just a talented tunneler.
You want the brains of the operation.
The one who stole the Aculos.
What, precisely, is the Aculos?
The Aculos.
A weapon so powerful and mysterious,
it can barely be imagined.
You're lying.
Look, I know you don't believe my story,
but I can prove it.
Mr. Diggums, I highly doubt that.
You will see.
All I see is
that there was some highly unusual seismic activity
around Fowl Manor
and reports from a crazed fisherman of fairies.
Well, maybe the fisherman saw something he wasn't meant to.
It's fantasy.
What's reality is that you are a common thief
who is somehow in league with a quite uncommon thief.
We want to know everything about the man you work for.
The man?
No.
This isn't about the father.
This is about the son.
The son?
Do not underestimate the kid.
Let me show you
the infinite possibilities of magic.
Let me tell you
the story of Artemis Fowl.
A story that begins where every great story begins,
in a place where magic and wonder still exist.
The most magical place on Earth.
Ireland.
Home of Artemis Fowl.
Artemis loved Ireland.
The sea and the land.
Not so much the school.
You see, he just didn't need it.
When he was seven,
he beat European chess champion Evan Rashoggi
in five moves.
When he was nine, he won the architectural competition
to design the Dublin Opera House.
When he was ten,
he cloned a goat and named it Bruce.
Weird choice, but he's an unusual kid.
Good.
And you know when you're that unusual,
you're going to stick out.
Well, Artemis, let's talk, shall we?
Certainly, sir.
I can see you're admiring my chair.
It's a family heirloom.
Grandfather acquired it from Sotheby's.
William and Mary period,
1689 to 1702, as I'm sure you know.
Impressive.
Once in use at the palace, Buckingham Palace.
Queen's favorite chair, apparently.
Now, Artemis, there is a problem.
The problem is that I know the textbook reply
to any question you may choose to ask.
The problem is that you don't respect anyone enough
to treat them as an equal.
That's ridiculous. I hold several people
in the very highest esteem.
Really? Who, for example?
Albert Einstein.
His theories were usually correct.
How about someone you actually know?
You seem to have all the answers, Doctor.
Why don't you tell me?
Well,
where shall we start?
That's my biography, I presume?
It is. It explains quite a lot.
Such as?
Well, firstly,
there's your dear mother, of course.
Who was a wonderful woman, in my opinion,
and taken from us far too soon,
but who sadly had absolutely no control over your behavior.
Then, of course, there's your father
and his mysterious absences from home.
This is a sensitive area, Doctor.
But do you think that's why you are as you are?
No.
And by the way, I didn't know
they allowed fakes at the palace.
- Fake? - It's clever,
I'll give you that.
But look at these furniture tacks.
Crisscross pattern on the head.
Machine-tooled.
Makes it 1890s at the earliest.
Your grandfather was duped.
Artemis, you're lashing out at me,
but I think I know what this is really about.
Is it because of the burden of your father's name?
No.
It's because I'm forced to endure
this ridiculous therapy.
Artemis?
Look! Just who do you think you are?
But, of course, Artemis wasn't on his own,
even if it may have seemed that way sometimes.
For if there was one thing Artemis liked
more than his own company,
it was being at home with his dad.
Artemis Fowl, Sr.,
a dealer of antiques and rarities
and just about every Irish fairy tale
you might care to imagine.
They're trained in the art of...
Except that you didn't have to imagine,
for Artemis Sr. Taught Artemis Jr.
Everything there was to know
about the leprechauns and the banshees
and the sprites and the goblins.
So much so that you might even have thought
that Artemis Sr. believed
in the legends of the little people.
He certainly shared his passion with his son
on the rare occasions
when he wasn't away from home.
But while he was there,
he was absolutely determined to have Artemis know
all that could be known about the fairies.
To prepare the boy for a day that would come much sooner
than anyone expected.
Did I ever tell you how all those fairy stones
got to come to Fowl Manor?
Thousands of years ago,
this is where the peace was made.
After the war between the human world
and the Tuatha De Danaan,
a human and a fairy met...
Just tell me when you're leaving.
The helicopter's
being prepared for me right now, son.
I'm sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can.
That's what you said the last time,
and the time before.
I know, Arty.
There's just one very important thing I have to do.
And I know it's been hard,
but, look, my work is coming to an end.
And like the stories, you know,
they all have an ending that just...
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