Tintin and the Mystery of the Golden Fleece (1961) Movie Script
TINT IN AND THE SECREOF THE GOLDEN FLEECE
Where are you going?
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Whats going on?
- A letter for you.
- Is all that noise necessary?
- Not an ordinary letter.
Registered, and it comes from Turkey.
From Turkey?
- Good news, captain?
- A letter from Istanbul.
Victory!
Victory!
The new fuel is ready.
Almost ready. Ive invented
a new fuel: supertrifoniol.
- Would you like to try it?
- No, thank you. I must go.
Professor Calculus, the comedy
has gone on long enough.
Youre right, captain.
Science has taken a huge step forward.
Half-crazy brat, when
will you understand...
The letter, captain.
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
Themistocles Paparanic.
That old pirate Paparanic.
Something serious?
Captain Paparanic is dead.
He was a great fellow.
Paparanic.
I still remember the first
time I saw him, near Sumatra.
A hellish storm, waves meters high.
Trouble with the cargo
and engine failure.
I took him in tow.
Since he seemed like a
decent chap, I didnt charge him.
We havent seen each
other for at least 30 years.
And now...
- Was he very old?
- Died at 67.
Themistocles Paparanic left a will.
- And I am his only heir.
- Really?
Professor.
Do you know what
happened? I inherited a ship.
Wonderful. With my new fuel
this table runs at 50 km per hour.
Im not talking about this
table, but my ship. Ship.
Ships are a different matter.
Ill think about it.
Its called The Golden
Fleece and its in Istanbul.
The will states that if
you accept the inheritance
you must honor all agreements in force
at the time of Captain Paparanics death.
- The notary already said that.
- In that case...
Magnificent, dont you think, Snowy?
And that poor Professor
Calculus is locked in his lab.
Hes coming to Athens, the
first port of call for our ship.
Well meet there, depending on the
wind and the captains imagination.
- Where is my ship?
- There.
- There lies the Golden Fleece.
- What?
You claim that that heap of scrap...
The Golden Fleece: Cargo ship
of 130 tons, flying the Turkish flag.
Built in 1913.
Registered in the Istanbul
ship registry under number 6250.
The ship isnt exactly
beautiful. What do you think?
Dont be afraid. Come.
Good day.
Everything all right?
Oh, fish.
- Are you the new boss?
- Im Tintin.
Friend of Captain Haddock.
Paparanic, now there was a captain.
He liked his drink.
It was midnight and he
had a liter of rum in him.
Then he collapsed on the bridge.
Dead.
What a mess.
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Who is that?
- This is Captain Haddock.
The cargo is worthless.
I wouldnt give a penny
for this boat. To the cabin.
- Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Shall I do it?
- Its Romulus.
- Another gift from Themistocles.
- Where is the crew?
- Gone.
The crew of this floating
coffin cleared out immediately.
What time do we fly to Paris?
- And the call of the sea?
- Do you see me sailing this wreck?
No, Im going back to Marlinspike Hall.
Unfortunately, my friend.
Kind of you to think of me,
but this really goes too far.
- Well?
- The captain is disappointed.
The Golden Fleece has seen better days.
However, you will find
Mr. Karabines proposal interesting.
Anton Karabine.
Paparanic was a friend
of mine. I want the ship.
I offer you 400,000 Turkish pounds.
400,000 Turkish pounds
is a very good offer.
- 20 million francs.
- That much?
- If the gentleman likes old things...
- Wait a moment.
The captain has 2 weeks
to accept the inheritance.
- Thats right.
- Then we have time to think, dont we?
Im a busy man. This ship
has sentimental value for me.
This is my final offer: 600,000
pounds, that is, 30 million francs.
- Its not even worth half that.
- We need time.
I find it difficult to sell it
to a friend of Themistocles.
I hope for your sake and
mine that you accept my offer.
Give the gentlemen my card. Goodbye.
Anton Karabine. Karexport.
30 million francs for this wreck.
- That man is completely crazy.
- He doesnt seem so.
He links sentiment to
numbers and I dont like it.
So I write to Professor
Zonnebloem that were returning?
Haddock, efendi.
Haddock, efendi.
Captain, you are being called.
- Haddock, efendi.
- You are sleeping, captain.
- What did you say?
- You are being called.
What does that bashi-bozouk want from me?
There is a phone call
for you. It is important.
Efendi, telephone.
Yes, you are speaking.
What?
Is this a joke or what?
A thousand bombs and shells. Sir...
A thousand bombs.
Mistake?
Someone says I must sell the ship.
- Why?
- Otherwise well have trouble.
It was a threat, anyway.
I sell that ship whenever
I want. Its mine, isnt it?
If I get hold of that Zulu who
made the high-pressure pipe...
Is this your first time smoking a hookah?
The first and last time.
You gentlemen have
just arrived in Istanbul?
It is a great honor to be your guide,
and to show you the hidden
treasures of this great city.
- Well?
- Something other than the Golden Fleece.
Gladly, sir. Come, Bobbie.
Captain, watch out.
I am terribly sorry.
That was the first time
I was afraid of a barrel.
One last effort, captain.
The crowning of this day.
From this tower you have
the best view of Istanbul.
Follow me, gentlemen.
We are trapped.
Trapped? Mr Malik.
- Lets try here.
- What does this mean?
- Do you have a match?
- In my pocket.
- Nothing broken?
- A jug. Yours.
We must block their way.
We will find a way to escape.
Gunners, to your stations.
To port... fire.
- I can explain.
- Get us out of this ambush.
- What must I do?
- Say that the police are on their way.
The police. Escape through the basement.
Rascals! Illiterates! Ectoplasm!
Vermicelli! Stinking hookahs!
I sent them away. I mean no harm.
I am a guide and he offered me
10 pounds to show you around.
- Who?
- A man in a caf.
And you certainly dont know his name.
Everything I can say is on this paper.
That is the route of our tour.
- Idiot!
- Let him go.
A message, captain.
- 900,000 pounds. A new offer.
- What do they see in this ship?
- Perhaps the cargo?
- Cheap carpets and trinkets.
- Nothing else?
- Not afraid of dust? Come on.
Goods that are worthless.
I dont understand anything.
It is now time to make a decision.
Difficult, huh.
- Very difficult.
- We still have 13 days.
One day is enough
to have us pelted and
jumping over barrels.
- So tomorrow back to France?
- That would be the wisest.
But then those scoundrels will
think Captain Haddock is afraid.
- Then accept the inheritance.
- Can you see me on that ghost ship?
Do you remember that line from the will?
I leave this ship to my friend so that
he may discover the value of this jewel.
Themistocles, your ship is worth nothing.
What do all those vultures
around this wreck mean?
You had your own ideas.
But I am in trouble now.
What would you do in my place?
Board the ship? Easy for you to say.
I must first know which
way the wind blows.
I know. Its not right to doubt a friend.
Very well then.
Very well then. I dont
understand anything, but I trust you.
Your last wish will be respected.
Tomorrow I will recruit crew members.
Threats or not, The
Golden Fleece sets sail.
Nice face.
Do it at once.
What are you doing, you lazybones?
What am I to do with such a bunch?
Donkeys. A thousand bombs!
Turn that winch.
Cast off the ropes, or well
be thrown onto the shore.
Mr Karabine.
Your call from Athens.
Remember my instructions.
The ship has just left.
Full speed ahead.
Attila.
Yfime.
Westerly course.
Westerly course. Its not that difficult.
Ive never seen such a fool.
Westerly course?
Please dont mind me.
This is a Turkish game with 32 cards.
Thousand thunders. And the engine then?
Of course. Always excuses.
You go up to the bridge for me.
Idiotic pirate.
A crew of idlers and slackers.
- Im stuck with a bunch of convicts.
- Fascinating.
What Ive discovered is fascinating.
Your friend Paparanic
was a colorful character.
3 shipwrecks, 7 arrests for drunkenness.
11 medals of honor.
Hes been to Africa
to China...
Souvenir from Shanghai.
He was a boxing
champion, but thats not all.
Paparanic even saved a republic.
Paparanic, savior of the Republic.
Nice pin.
What could that old pirate
have cooked up in Tetaragua?
He was capable of good and evil.
Ah, the soup,
Im starving. That sea air...
Poperica. Our captain's favorite soup.
Deliciously seasoned...
Cuban style.
Cheers, old pirate.
Tasty, Bobbie?
- What are you doing here?
- Working undisturbed.
Hands up, understood?
- I thought you didnt speak French.
- Surprise, Mr. Tintin.
- More surprises?
- I carry no weapons.
My hands and feet are enough.
Nice face.
Well done, Tintin. Thousand
thunders, what happened?
He was snooping in the captains papers.
- He was armed.
- So it continues.
Surely an accomplice of
those scoundrels from Istanbul.
We had no time to talk.
This gentleman goes to the aft hold.
In Piraeus he can
explain it to the police.
Bastard!
Colorado beetle!
Troglodyte!
We are sailing to Valparaiso.
- Captain, Angorapoulous has escaped.
- Really?
The hatch was wide open.
The lifeboat is gone.
Thousand thunders and
lightning. All hands to the bridge.
Someone let that scoundrel
escape. Now well have some fun.
Nice face.
Silence.
A crew member has committed a crime.
We had him locked up and now hes gone.
Will whoever helped that
scoundrel escape confess?
I will be magnanimous,
but I want the truth.
Im waiting.
Well, if you have nothing more to say...
Thousand thunders.
Captain Haddock has taken
down tougher men than you.
To your posts, sea cucumbers.
The mystery of the Golden
Fleece lies in Paparanics past.
Tomorrow we anchor in Piraeus.
At least well be rid of Paposs carpets.
Remember: Whoever sets
foot ashore will answer to me.
Good morning.
Is Mr. Midas Papos present?
I am the captain of the Golden Fleece.
Will you follow me?
Themistocles. Dear Themis...
I thought...
I am the new captain
of the Golden Fleece.
Captain Paparanic is dead.
Paparanic dead? Impossible.
He was more than a
friend. Like an older brother.
Tough and fiery, but
with a heart of gold.
My benefactor Themistocles.
He saved me from the
gutter. I owe everything to him.
My carpets? My 284 carpets from Bursa?
- They are on board.
- Wonderful.
Please sit, lets have
a drink as friends.
- Ouzo, mastika, lemonade...
- Ouzo.
- Here you are. And you?
- I dont drink alcohol.
Then please taste my mezeraki.
The little dog has a right
to a tasty bite too, doesnt it?
Poor Themistocles.
- I cant believe it.
- Did you sail together?
Indeed. Almost 10 years.
Weve seen many countries.
Peru, India, China, Tetaragua...
Have you been to Tetaragua?
Certainly. Just imagine...
You are well informed.
We arrived on Monday, in
the middle of a revolution.
On Tuesday, the Paparanic
republic was founded.
Minister of Trade: Midas Papos.
Eleven days later we
left Tetaragua like thieves.
26 years ago and a few kilos lighter.
Anton Karabine. The rich
and powerful Karabine.
Never seen again.
Paparanic always said...
- Hes still breathing. Get a doctor.
- I will.
- The weapon.
- Think of the fingerprints.
It was a coincidence of circumstances.
- We must save this poor fellow.
- We must save him. Quickly.
Get a doctor. Its an emergency.
We dont have a minute to lose.
A doctor, hes injured. Quickly.
Its an emergency. Quickly, a doctor.
In prison.
In prison, like common criminals.
I havent had the last word on this yet.
I urgently need information
about the following person:
K-U-I-F-J-E. Kuifje.
Reporter.
Just a bit more and
Ill miss Clodions meal.
Whats going on?
The five of them
disembarked in Tetaragua.
Paparanic is dead, Midas Papos
almost, and then Karabine. Two left.
Meanwhile the Greek
police consider us murderers.
- The evidence is against us.
- Plead them free.
The last reveille for the condemned.
Wait.
- They are above all suspicion.
- Am I dreaming?
No, its not a dream.
- Jansen and Janssen.
- Now Im glad to see you.
Gentlemen, are these
Kuifje and Captain Haddock?
In person.
Interpol sent these gentlemen
and they vouch for you.
And Mr. Papos has declared
that you are innocent.
- How is he?
- Hes out of danger.
Hurry up. A bit faster.
Blistering barnacles, Im coming.
Bunch of lazybones.
Get to work.
Already tired?
The Siamese twins.
This is no costume party.
Keep your mouth shut.
We are here incognito.
- Is Kuifje on board?
- No, he stepped out briefly.
Please remove that disguise.
That we owe our
freedom to these fellows...
Temporary freedom. The
investigation has just begun.
Bobbie, come here.
Go get the captain. Quickly.
Come on, move it.
- What's going on?
- Angorapoulos.
- Angora...
- We must follow him unseen.
Come.
Kuifje is right. Nothing
beats good shadowing.
I have an idea.
Come quickly with me.
Do you speak French? Follow that car.
We might as well toss for it.
That way.
- Theyre not far.
- Easy now.
Bobbie has picked up a
trail. Keep an eye on their car.
Jansen and Janssen, come along.
Last name, first name and occupation.
Dont try to outsmart
us. Reveal your identity.
- You do have a name, dont you?
- Yes, sir.
- Leave him alone.
- He is a witness.
- A witness testifies.
- Yes, sir.
Its a wedding. I love weddings.
Come.
- A man of his age.
- I would even say...
Bobbie, is that your trail?
Come.
May I introduce you to Miss Daphne?
Miss Daphne Sirocopoulis.
Angorapoulos is nowhere to be found.
To hell with it. Have a drink.
You were supposed to
keep an eye on their car.
Youthful impatience. You share your
happiness and have to leave again.
That man playing the clarinet...
Doesnt he seem familiar to you?
- Id rather see Miss Sirocopoulis.
- The photo is in my pocket.
The photo?
Yes, he looks familiar.
Its him. Im beginning to understand.
Its him. Im sure of it.
Come, captain.
Captain.
- Hurry up.
- Thunder, bad timing.
Half-wit, with your yes, sir.
Good Bobbie.
Lets go.
Illiterate!
Murderers, executioners, headhunters!
The musician is still in the car.
- Are you injured?
- Hands off, stranger.
This old man stands firm on his feet.
- Do you have a cigarette, admiral?
- Unfortunately.
I must return to the wedding.
Without me theyre lost.
Its not easy to lead in folk dancing.
Your kidnappers are capable of anything.
Ive already forgotten.
I must explain it.
I have lost my memory. Terrible.
- Sometimes I forget my own name.
- Do you remember the Golden Fleece?
- Paparanics ship.
- He is dead. I have the ship now.
What happened in Tetaragua?
I tell you I have lost my memory.
Poor Scoubidouvitch.
Suppose I told the story.
Tomorrow the others will return and bang!
The end of Scoubidouvitch.
- When did Themistocles die?
- Last month.
And his gold? His gold?
He didnt take it with him, did he?
Gold found in Tetaragua?
I make you a proposal.
1000 drachmas if you tell what you know.
If only I still had my
memory. Its empty in there.
Completely empty.
- A thousand b
- Wait a moment.
For 1000 drachmas I
can give you information.
In Tetaragua there were
four of us and the captain.
How do you know that? Thats us.
- Midas Papos.
- We met him.
This is Karabine. Mr Karabine.
Do you also know Mr Karabine?
Alexander. Alexander Timotsjenko.
I know where to find Alexander.
He used to be a famous pirate,
but now he lives like a saint.
Go to Meteora and
ask for Father Alexander.
At the Monastery of Saint
Stefanos, Father Alexander.
The Monastery of Saint Stefanos?
You guard the engine, Bobbie. Be good.
Are you all right, Captain?
So-so.
What a peaceful place. So grand and calm.
And then we come with our stories.
Father Alexander may be able to help us.
Youre right. I was philosophizing.
Welcome to the House of God.
- We want to speak to Father Alexander.
- That is me.
I am Captain Haddock
and this is my friend Tintin.
Father, Themistocles Paparanic is dead.
- May God have his soul.
- He left me his ship.
Our visit has a purpose.
Since I inherited the ship, we
have been attacked from all sides.
He who sows the wind
shall reap the storm.
They tried to kill us.
For profit. For gold they
would kill their own parents.
They are jackals. Real jackals.
I once worked for them.
I was their partner.
South America.
We sailed on a small
cargo ship, the Santa Maria.
We were ready to do anything
to become rich. Anything.
We were jackals.
And look at me now.
I live in the shadow of the Lord.
I grasped the saving hand in time.
I remember it well.
When we went ashore in Tetaragua
the country was in turmoil. Revolution.
But Paparanic took advantage of it.
He gathered the population and
attacked the government palace.
That same evening we were the government.
I was Minister of War.
Minister of War Forgive me, Lord.
Eight days later the fighters
came and all five of us had to flee.
At that time we took
a little gold.
What was left in the
vault of the National Bank.
And the gold?
Half for the captain
and half for the crew.
But that gold will burn
your hands and your heart.
We are not looters. We did
not know about the gold. But
But we must prevent
others from stealing it.
May God protect you.
Paparanic never spoke
to me about his gold.
No. Life separated us.
Half a year ago he came to
visit me. On Christmas morning.
His visit surprised me,
but it also pleased me.
Come with me.
A bottle of old Marc.
The Christmas gift from Themistocles.
It was strange. When
he gave it to me, he said:
You will drink the Marc when I am
dead. That will help your prayer for me.
That old unbeliever.
Well now.
Themistocles was a man
A man
Take it. In his memory.
I have renounced
those fleeting pleasures.
- Go, friends.
- Goodbye, Father.
Thank you. Thank you.
Goodbye, Father.
May heavenly peace be with you.
- What a saint.
- Weve gotten nowhere.
Come, lets go back.
The bottle. Thundering typhoons!
Captain, come quickly and look.
The label.
- What about the label?
- Look.
Let me see.
Latitude 38, longitude 25.
That duck-shaped bay,
That is the island of
Thassika, near Istanbul.
There is a cross. A
small dot by the coast.
- And?
- What if it...
The gold the captain
brought from Tetaragua.
This would be just the thing for him.
- It's only a supposition.
- Thundering typhoons.
This is the proof. This is it.
Here Themistocles hid his gold. Let's go.
We're going to the
treasure island. Let's go.
My dear friend, the future
of science is full of surprises.
A particularly complex investigation.
Eight days and nights in my laboratory.
But I have made a great discovery:
Trifoniol.
Nice little head.
A genius? Don't exaggerate.
I only try to be worthy of
my illustrious predecessors.
Archimedes, Newton,
Thomas Edison, and so on.
It is a judicial error.
I would say: A judicial error.
- You got the engine back, right?
- Tintin is sending it back express.
Calculus. Good old Trifonius.
I thought you had forgotten me.
I arrived last night, as agreed.
We know where Paparanic's treasure is.
Very strong.
Strong, but very sweet.
We are on the trail of the treasure.
A treasure, professor.
With your mania for shouting
you frighten that animal.
We must get to work.
Good, we are here.
We must go to...
Something is wrong. Come, captain.
You are crazy. The fuel!
- Hurry.
- Blast.
Scoundrel! Ectoplasm!
We only have 200 liters of fuel left.
We must weigh anchor immediately.
Karabine's friends caught
up with this boat like that.
With 200 liters of fuel we
sail around the Mediterranean.
Sure.
But we need a few supertrifoniol tablets.
- Supertrifoniol?
- Wasn't I supposed to solve the problem?
Thanks to trifoniol, thrust
is multiplied a hundredfold.
You don't mean to tell me...
Three tablets, captain. Three.
- What do you think?
- As things stand now...
You're right. We leave.
We have a 99% chance of
exploding and a 1% chance of...
What does that flying dung beetle want?
It moved.
- What moved?
- Gold under my feet.
- Aren't you mistaken?
- There is gold there.
We sail to Tetaragua.
Drop the anchor and all to your posts.
Gold, gold.
- We must wait a moment.
- We surround the ship.
If anything goes wrong, give a
short tug on the rope. Good luck.
Don't let yourself be
lured by the sirens, eh?
Should I worry, Bobbie?
There he is.
I have the gold. I'll fetch the chest.
Good. Come back quickly.
- Give me the cable.
- Thundering typhoons.
The gold from Tetaragua.
Hands up, everyone.
Blistering barnacles, the bashibazouks!
Hands up, I said.
And I say: The fight can begin.
Come on if you dare, mercenaries!
Waterfowl!
So you're playing the
mutineers of the Bounty?
I'll crush you like mosquitoes.
Long-tailed monkeys, ground bananas,
hunchbacked donkeys, hypocrites!
In my ancestor's time, mutineers
were hanged from the mast.
Rabble, baboons, traitors!
This will cost you dearly.
This is gold.
Catch me like a lobster, how dare you!
- Mr. Karabine.
- I come to assist you personally.
Unfortunately, the
adventure ends badly for you.
Murderer.
Murderer.
- Lock him up.
- Murderer!
The captain goes down with his
ship. That is tradition and wise too.
Themistocles, we didn't
like each other. But you see?
I have the finest memory of you.
- Are you coming?
- Hurry, Thompson.
Help.
Swim and keep breathing.
Think about your legs.
- Goodbye, Mr. Karabine.
- You here?
- I am very stubborn too.
- Land.
Otherwise you're finished.
In my arms, Bobbie. You saved us.
Bobbie is on fire.
Water, water.
Water, water.
- Attila.
- Attila Tevfik, Turkish police.
What?
- And Tintin?
- Up there, with Karabine.
Mr Tintin, Paparanics
gold is not for me,
and not for you. No one gets it.
Captain Haddock, you were right.
The gold lies at a depth of 2,400
meters and we cannot reach it.
Bad luck. We saw the
country and met nice people.
Inspector, I often doubted you.
Were you one of those
bashi-bazouks or just a waffle iron?
Hes still moving.
The gold lies at a depth of 2,400 meters.
These vibrations do
not deceive a scientist.
There are not 36 hidden treasures.
- Wait.
- For what?
What if the bars were not the treasure?
- How so?
- Paparanic liked to cover his tracks.
I leave the ship to my friend
Haddock in the hope that he
discovers the value of this jewel.
So what?
The proof.
Here is the gold.
In the chest were
pieces of the old railing.
I am not crazy and
neither is my pendulum.
This is gold. Gold.
So the bars Karabine
got were made of copper?
Of copper.
Copper.
Gold, there is gold everywhere.
Board them! Everyone to the bridge.
Its you, postman. I was startled.
I dreamed of a gang of pirates.
I have mail for you.
A telegram and a parcel.
From South America.
- South America?
- Good morning.
If its another inheritance,
throw it in the fire.
From the president of
Tetaragua to Captain Haddock.
Thanks for the return of the gold. Stop.
Parliament gives Victory
Square a new name. Stop.
Victory Square becomes Paparanic Square.
The government awards the Grand
Ribbon of the Order of the Cheetah
to the fearless Captain Haddock.
The Grand Ribbon of the Order
of the Cheetah. That is too much.
Captain Haddock deeply moved. Stop.
- What is that?
- My idea.
That is too much. Far too much.
A ceremony always needs a fanfare.
And champagne.
- To Tetaragua.
- And good old Themistocles.
Thank you very much, dear friends.
Gentlemen, my latest invention.
To remove our winged
friends longing for the air:
A flying stick.
Well, look at that.
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Where are you going?
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Whats going on?
- A letter for you.
- Is all that noise necessary?
- Not an ordinary letter.
Registered, and it comes from Turkey.
From Turkey?
- Good news, captain?
- A letter from Istanbul.
Victory!
Victory!
The new fuel is ready.
Almost ready. Ive invented
a new fuel: supertrifoniol.
- Would you like to try it?
- No, thank you. I must go.
Professor Calculus, the comedy
has gone on long enough.
Youre right, captain.
Science has taken a huge step forward.
Half-crazy brat, when
will you understand...
The letter, captain.
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
Themistocles Paparanic.
That old pirate Paparanic.
Something serious?
Captain Paparanic is dead.
He was a great fellow.
Paparanic.
I still remember the first
time I saw him, near Sumatra.
A hellish storm, waves meters high.
Trouble with the cargo
and engine failure.
I took him in tow.
Since he seemed like a
decent chap, I didnt charge him.
We havent seen each
other for at least 30 years.
And now...
- Was he very old?
- Died at 67.
Themistocles Paparanic left a will.
- And I am his only heir.
- Really?
Professor.
Do you know what
happened? I inherited a ship.
Wonderful. With my new fuel
this table runs at 50 km per hour.
Im not talking about this
table, but my ship. Ship.
Ships are a different matter.
Ill think about it.
Its called The Golden
Fleece and its in Istanbul.
The will states that if
you accept the inheritance
you must honor all agreements in force
at the time of Captain Paparanics death.
- The notary already said that.
- In that case...
Magnificent, dont you think, Snowy?
And that poor Professor
Calculus is locked in his lab.
Hes coming to Athens, the
first port of call for our ship.
Well meet there, depending on the
wind and the captains imagination.
- Where is my ship?
- There.
- There lies the Golden Fleece.
- What?
You claim that that heap of scrap...
The Golden Fleece: Cargo ship
of 130 tons, flying the Turkish flag.
Built in 1913.
Registered in the Istanbul
ship registry under number 6250.
The ship isnt exactly
beautiful. What do you think?
Dont be afraid. Come.
Good day.
Everything all right?
Oh, fish.
- Are you the new boss?
- Im Tintin.
Friend of Captain Haddock.
Paparanic, now there was a captain.
He liked his drink.
It was midnight and he
had a liter of rum in him.
Then he collapsed on the bridge.
Dead.
What a mess.
Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Who is that?
- This is Captain Haddock.
The cargo is worthless.
I wouldnt give a penny
for this boat. To the cabin.
- Billions of blue blistering barnacles.
- Shall I do it?
- Its Romulus.
- Another gift from Themistocles.
- Where is the crew?
- Gone.
The crew of this floating
coffin cleared out immediately.
What time do we fly to Paris?
- And the call of the sea?
- Do you see me sailing this wreck?
No, Im going back to Marlinspike Hall.
Unfortunately, my friend.
Kind of you to think of me,
but this really goes too far.
- Well?
- The captain is disappointed.
The Golden Fleece has seen better days.
However, you will find
Mr. Karabines proposal interesting.
Anton Karabine.
Paparanic was a friend
of mine. I want the ship.
I offer you 400,000 Turkish pounds.
400,000 Turkish pounds
is a very good offer.
- 20 million francs.
- That much?
- If the gentleman likes old things...
- Wait a moment.
The captain has 2 weeks
to accept the inheritance.
- Thats right.
- Then we have time to think, dont we?
Im a busy man. This ship
has sentimental value for me.
This is my final offer: 600,000
pounds, that is, 30 million francs.
- Its not even worth half that.
- We need time.
I find it difficult to sell it
to a friend of Themistocles.
I hope for your sake and
mine that you accept my offer.
Give the gentlemen my card. Goodbye.
Anton Karabine. Karexport.
30 million francs for this wreck.
- That man is completely crazy.
- He doesnt seem so.
He links sentiment to
numbers and I dont like it.
So I write to Professor
Zonnebloem that were returning?
Haddock, efendi.
Haddock, efendi.
Captain, you are being called.
- Haddock, efendi.
- You are sleeping, captain.
- What did you say?
- You are being called.
What does that bashi-bozouk want from me?
There is a phone call
for you. It is important.
Efendi, telephone.
Yes, you are speaking.
What?
Is this a joke or what?
A thousand bombs and shells. Sir...
A thousand bombs.
Mistake?
Someone says I must sell the ship.
- Why?
- Otherwise well have trouble.
It was a threat, anyway.
I sell that ship whenever
I want. Its mine, isnt it?
If I get hold of that Zulu who
made the high-pressure pipe...
Is this your first time smoking a hookah?
The first and last time.
You gentlemen have
just arrived in Istanbul?
It is a great honor to be your guide,
and to show you the hidden
treasures of this great city.
- Well?
- Something other than the Golden Fleece.
Gladly, sir. Come, Bobbie.
Captain, watch out.
I am terribly sorry.
That was the first time
I was afraid of a barrel.
One last effort, captain.
The crowning of this day.
From this tower you have
the best view of Istanbul.
Follow me, gentlemen.
We are trapped.
Trapped? Mr Malik.
- Lets try here.
- What does this mean?
- Do you have a match?
- In my pocket.
- Nothing broken?
- A jug. Yours.
We must block their way.
We will find a way to escape.
Gunners, to your stations.
To port... fire.
- I can explain.
- Get us out of this ambush.
- What must I do?
- Say that the police are on their way.
The police. Escape through the basement.
Rascals! Illiterates! Ectoplasm!
Vermicelli! Stinking hookahs!
I sent them away. I mean no harm.
I am a guide and he offered me
10 pounds to show you around.
- Who?
- A man in a caf.
And you certainly dont know his name.
Everything I can say is on this paper.
That is the route of our tour.
- Idiot!
- Let him go.
A message, captain.
- 900,000 pounds. A new offer.
- What do they see in this ship?
- Perhaps the cargo?
- Cheap carpets and trinkets.
- Nothing else?
- Not afraid of dust? Come on.
Goods that are worthless.
I dont understand anything.
It is now time to make a decision.
Difficult, huh.
- Very difficult.
- We still have 13 days.
One day is enough
to have us pelted and
jumping over barrels.
- So tomorrow back to France?
- That would be the wisest.
But then those scoundrels will
think Captain Haddock is afraid.
- Then accept the inheritance.
- Can you see me on that ghost ship?
Do you remember that line from the will?
I leave this ship to my friend so that
he may discover the value of this jewel.
Themistocles, your ship is worth nothing.
What do all those vultures
around this wreck mean?
You had your own ideas.
But I am in trouble now.
What would you do in my place?
Board the ship? Easy for you to say.
I must first know which
way the wind blows.
I know. Its not right to doubt a friend.
Very well then.
Very well then. I dont
understand anything, but I trust you.
Your last wish will be respected.
Tomorrow I will recruit crew members.
Threats or not, The
Golden Fleece sets sail.
Nice face.
Do it at once.
What are you doing, you lazybones?
What am I to do with such a bunch?
Donkeys. A thousand bombs!
Turn that winch.
Cast off the ropes, or well
be thrown onto the shore.
Mr Karabine.
Your call from Athens.
Remember my instructions.
The ship has just left.
Full speed ahead.
Attila.
Yfime.
Westerly course.
Westerly course. Its not that difficult.
Ive never seen such a fool.
Westerly course?
Please dont mind me.
This is a Turkish game with 32 cards.
Thousand thunders. And the engine then?
Of course. Always excuses.
You go up to the bridge for me.
Idiotic pirate.
A crew of idlers and slackers.
- Im stuck with a bunch of convicts.
- Fascinating.
What Ive discovered is fascinating.
Your friend Paparanic
was a colorful character.
3 shipwrecks, 7 arrests for drunkenness.
11 medals of honor.
Hes been to Africa
to China...
Souvenir from Shanghai.
He was a boxing
champion, but thats not all.
Paparanic even saved a republic.
Paparanic, savior of the Republic.
Nice pin.
What could that old pirate
have cooked up in Tetaragua?
He was capable of good and evil.
Ah, the soup,
Im starving. That sea air...
Poperica. Our captain's favorite soup.
Deliciously seasoned...
Cuban style.
Cheers, old pirate.
Tasty, Bobbie?
- What are you doing here?
- Working undisturbed.
Hands up, understood?
- I thought you didnt speak French.
- Surprise, Mr. Tintin.
- More surprises?
- I carry no weapons.
My hands and feet are enough.
Nice face.
Well done, Tintin. Thousand
thunders, what happened?
He was snooping in the captains papers.
- He was armed.
- So it continues.
Surely an accomplice of
those scoundrels from Istanbul.
We had no time to talk.
This gentleman goes to the aft hold.
In Piraeus he can
explain it to the police.
Bastard!
Colorado beetle!
Troglodyte!
We are sailing to Valparaiso.
- Captain, Angorapoulous has escaped.
- Really?
The hatch was wide open.
The lifeboat is gone.
Thousand thunders and
lightning. All hands to the bridge.
Someone let that scoundrel
escape. Now well have some fun.
Nice face.
Silence.
A crew member has committed a crime.
We had him locked up and now hes gone.
Will whoever helped that
scoundrel escape confess?
I will be magnanimous,
but I want the truth.
Im waiting.
Well, if you have nothing more to say...
Thousand thunders.
Captain Haddock has taken
down tougher men than you.
To your posts, sea cucumbers.
The mystery of the Golden
Fleece lies in Paparanics past.
Tomorrow we anchor in Piraeus.
At least well be rid of Paposs carpets.
Remember: Whoever sets
foot ashore will answer to me.
Good morning.
Is Mr. Midas Papos present?
I am the captain of the Golden Fleece.
Will you follow me?
Themistocles. Dear Themis...
I thought...
I am the new captain
of the Golden Fleece.
Captain Paparanic is dead.
Paparanic dead? Impossible.
He was more than a
friend. Like an older brother.
Tough and fiery, but
with a heart of gold.
My benefactor Themistocles.
He saved me from the
gutter. I owe everything to him.
My carpets? My 284 carpets from Bursa?
- They are on board.
- Wonderful.
Please sit, lets have
a drink as friends.
- Ouzo, mastika, lemonade...
- Ouzo.
- Here you are. And you?
- I dont drink alcohol.
Then please taste my mezeraki.
The little dog has a right
to a tasty bite too, doesnt it?
Poor Themistocles.
- I cant believe it.
- Did you sail together?
Indeed. Almost 10 years.
Weve seen many countries.
Peru, India, China, Tetaragua...
Have you been to Tetaragua?
Certainly. Just imagine...
You are well informed.
We arrived on Monday, in
the middle of a revolution.
On Tuesday, the Paparanic
republic was founded.
Minister of Trade: Midas Papos.
Eleven days later we
left Tetaragua like thieves.
26 years ago and a few kilos lighter.
Anton Karabine. The rich
and powerful Karabine.
Never seen again.
Paparanic always said...
- Hes still breathing. Get a doctor.
- I will.
- The weapon.
- Think of the fingerprints.
It was a coincidence of circumstances.
- We must save this poor fellow.
- We must save him. Quickly.
Get a doctor. Its an emergency.
We dont have a minute to lose.
A doctor, hes injured. Quickly.
Its an emergency. Quickly, a doctor.
In prison.
In prison, like common criminals.
I havent had the last word on this yet.
I urgently need information
about the following person:
K-U-I-F-J-E. Kuifje.
Reporter.
Just a bit more and
Ill miss Clodions meal.
Whats going on?
The five of them
disembarked in Tetaragua.
Paparanic is dead, Midas Papos
almost, and then Karabine. Two left.
Meanwhile the Greek
police consider us murderers.
- The evidence is against us.
- Plead them free.
The last reveille for the condemned.
Wait.
- They are above all suspicion.
- Am I dreaming?
No, its not a dream.
- Jansen and Janssen.
- Now Im glad to see you.
Gentlemen, are these
Kuifje and Captain Haddock?
In person.
Interpol sent these gentlemen
and they vouch for you.
And Mr. Papos has declared
that you are innocent.
- How is he?
- Hes out of danger.
Hurry up. A bit faster.
Blistering barnacles, Im coming.
Bunch of lazybones.
Get to work.
Already tired?
The Siamese twins.
This is no costume party.
Keep your mouth shut.
We are here incognito.
- Is Kuifje on board?
- No, he stepped out briefly.
Please remove that disguise.
That we owe our
freedom to these fellows...
Temporary freedom. The
investigation has just begun.
Bobbie, come here.
Go get the captain. Quickly.
Come on, move it.
- What's going on?
- Angorapoulos.
- Angora...
- We must follow him unseen.
Come.
Kuifje is right. Nothing
beats good shadowing.
I have an idea.
Come quickly with me.
Do you speak French? Follow that car.
We might as well toss for it.
That way.
- Theyre not far.
- Easy now.
Bobbie has picked up a
trail. Keep an eye on their car.
Jansen and Janssen, come along.
Last name, first name and occupation.
Dont try to outsmart
us. Reveal your identity.
- You do have a name, dont you?
- Yes, sir.
- Leave him alone.
- He is a witness.
- A witness testifies.
- Yes, sir.
Its a wedding. I love weddings.
Come.
- A man of his age.
- I would even say...
Bobbie, is that your trail?
Come.
May I introduce you to Miss Daphne?
Miss Daphne Sirocopoulis.
Angorapoulos is nowhere to be found.
To hell with it. Have a drink.
You were supposed to
keep an eye on their car.
Youthful impatience. You share your
happiness and have to leave again.
That man playing the clarinet...
Doesnt he seem familiar to you?
- Id rather see Miss Sirocopoulis.
- The photo is in my pocket.
The photo?
Yes, he looks familiar.
Its him. Im beginning to understand.
Its him. Im sure of it.
Come, captain.
Captain.
- Hurry up.
- Thunder, bad timing.
Half-wit, with your yes, sir.
Good Bobbie.
Lets go.
Illiterate!
Murderers, executioners, headhunters!
The musician is still in the car.
- Are you injured?
- Hands off, stranger.
This old man stands firm on his feet.
- Do you have a cigarette, admiral?
- Unfortunately.
I must return to the wedding.
Without me theyre lost.
Its not easy to lead in folk dancing.
Your kidnappers are capable of anything.
Ive already forgotten.
I must explain it.
I have lost my memory. Terrible.
- Sometimes I forget my own name.
- Do you remember the Golden Fleece?
- Paparanics ship.
- He is dead. I have the ship now.
What happened in Tetaragua?
I tell you I have lost my memory.
Poor Scoubidouvitch.
Suppose I told the story.
Tomorrow the others will return and bang!
The end of Scoubidouvitch.
- When did Themistocles die?
- Last month.
And his gold? His gold?
He didnt take it with him, did he?
Gold found in Tetaragua?
I make you a proposal.
1000 drachmas if you tell what you know.
If only I still had my
memory. Its empty in there.
Completely empty.
- A thousand b
- Wait a moment.
For 1000 drachmas I
can give you information.
In Tetaragua there were
four of us and the captain.
How do you know that? Thats us.
- Midas Papos.
- We met him.
This is Karabine. Mr Karabine.
Do you also know Mr Karabine?
Alexander. Alexander Timotsjenko.
I know where to find Alexander.
He used to be a famous pirate,
but now he lives like a saint.
Go to Meteora and
ask for Father Alexander.
At the Monastery of Saint
Stefanos, Father Alexander.
The Monastery of Saint Stefanos?
You guard the engine, Bobbie. Be good.
Are you all right, Captain?
So-so.
What a peaceful place. So grand and calm.
And then we come with our stories.
Father Alexander may be able to help us.
Youre right. I was philosophizing.
Welcome to the House of God.
- We want to speak to Father Alexander.
- That is me.
I am Captain Haddock
and this is my friend Tintin.
Father, Themistocles Paparanic is dead.
- May God have his soul.
- He left me his ship.
Our visit has a purpose.
Since I inherited the ship, we
have been attacked from all sides.
He who sows the wind
shall reap the storm.
They tried to kill us.
For profit. For gold they
would kill their own parents.
They are jackals. Real jackals.
I once worked for them.
I was their partner.
South America.
We sailed on a small
cargo ship, the Santa Maria.
We were ready to do anything
to become rich. Anything.
We were jackals.
And look at me now.
I live in the shadow of the Lord.
I grasped the saving hand in time.
I remember it well.
When we went ashore in Tetaragua
the country was in turmoil. Revolution.
But Paparanic took advantage of it.
He gathered the population and
attacked the government palace.
That same evening we were the government.
I was Minister of War.
Minister of War Forgive me, Lord.
Eight days later the fighters
came and all five of us had to flee.
At that time we took
a little gold.
What was left in the
vault of the National Bank.
And the gold?
Half for the captain
and half for the crew.
But that gold will burn
your hands and your heart.
We are not looters. We did
not know about the gold. But
But we must prevent
others from stealing it.
May God protect you.
Paparanic never spoke
to me about his gold.
No. Life separated us.
Half a year ago he came to
visit me. On Christmas morning.
His visit surprised me,
but it also pleased me.
Come with me.
A bottle of old Marc.
The Christmas gift from Themistocles.
It was strange. When
he gave it to me, he said:
You will drink the Marc when I am
dead. That will help your prayer for me.
That old unbeliever.
Well now.
Themistocles was a man
A man
Take it. In his memory.
I have renounced
those fleeting pleasures.
- Go, friends.
- Goodbye, Father.
Thank you. Thank you.
Goodbye, Father.
May heavenly peace be with you.
- What a saint.
- Weve gotten nowhere.
Come, lets go back.
The bottle. Thundering typhoons!
Captain, come quickly and look.
The label.
- What about the label?
- Look.
Let me see.
Latitude 38, longitude 25.
That duck-shaped bay,
That is the island of
Thassika, near Istanbul.
There is a cross. A
small dot by the coast.
- And?
- What if it...
The gold the captain
brought from Tetaragua.
This would be just the thing for him.
- It's only a supposition.
- Thundering typhoons.
This is the proof. This is it.
Here Themistocles hid his gold. Let's go.
We're going to the
treasure island. Let's go.
My dear friend, the future
of science is full of surprises.
A particularly complex investigation.
Eight days and nights in my laboratory.
But I have made a great discovery:
Trifoniol.
Nice little head.
A genius? Don't exaggerate.
I only try to be worthy of
my illustrious predecessors.
Archimedes, Newton,
Thomas Edison, and so on.
It is a judicial error.
I would say: A judicial error.
- You got the engine back, right?
- Tintin is sending it back express.
Calculus. Good old Trifonius.
I thought you had forgotten me.
I arrived last night, as agreed.
We know where Paparanic's treasure is.
Very strong.
Strong, but very sweet.
We are on the trail of the treasure.
A treasure, professor.
With your mania for shouting
you frighten that animal.
We must get to work.
Good, we are here.
We must go to...
Something is wrong. Come, captain.
You are crazy. The fuel!
- Hurry.
- Blast.
Scoundrel! Ectoplasm!
We only have 200 liters of fuel left.
We must weigh anchor immediately.
Karabine's friends caught
up with this boat like that.
With 200 liters of fuel we
sail around the Mediterranean.
Sure.
But we need a few supertrifoniol tablets.
- Supertrifoniol?
- Wasn't I supposed to solve the problem?
Thanks to trifoniol, thrust
is multiplied a hundredfold.
You don't mean to tell me...
Three tablets, captain. Three.
- What do you think?
- As things stand now...
You're right. We leave.
We have a 99% chance of
exploding and a 1% chance of...
What does that flying dung beetle want?
It moved.
- What moved?
- Gold under my feet.
- Aren't you mistaken?
- There is gold there.
We sail to Tetaragua.
Drop the anchor and all to your posts.
Gold, gold.
- We must wait a moment.
- We surround the ship.
If anything goes wrong, give a
short tug on the rope. Good luck.
Don't let yourself be
lured by the sirens, eh?
Should I worry, Bobbie?
There he is.
I have the gold. I'll fetch the chest.
Good. Come back quickly.
- Give me the cable.
- Thundering typhoons.
The gold from Tetaragua.
Hands up, everyone.
Blistering barnacles, the bashibazouks!
Hands up, I said.
And I say: The fight can begin.
Come on if you dare, mercenaries!
Waterfowl!
So you're playing the
mutineers of the Bounty?
I'll crush you like mosquitoes.
Long-tailed monkeys, ground bananas,
hunchbacked donkeys, hypocrites!
In my ancestor's time, mutineers
were hanged from the mast.
Rabble, baboons, traitors!
This will cost you dearly.
This is gold.
Catch me like a lobster, how dare you!
- Mr. Karabine.
- I come to assist you personally.
Unfortunately, the
adventure ends badly for you.
Murderer.
Murderer.
- Lock him up.
- Murderer!
The captain goes down with his
ship. That is tradition and wise too.
Themistocles, we didn't
like each other. But you see?
I have the finest memory of you.
- Are you coming?
- Hurry, Thompson.
Help.
Swim and keep breathing.
Think about your legs.
- Goodbye, Mr. Karabine.
- You here?
- I am very stubborn too.
- Land.
Otherwise you're finished.
In my arms, Bobbie. You saved us.
Bobbie is on fire.
Water, water.
Water, water.
- Attila.
- Attila Tevfik, Turkish police.
What?
- And Tintin?
- Up there, with Karabine.
Mr Tintin, Paparanics
gold is not for me,
and not for you. No one gets it.
Captain Haddock, you were right.
The gold lies at a depth of 2,400
meters and we cannot reach it.
Bad luck. We saw the
country and met nice people.
Inspector, I often doubted you.
Were you one of those
bashi-bazouks or just a waffle iron?
Hes still moving.
The gold lies at a depth of 2,400 meters.
These vibrations do
not deceive a scientist.
There are not 36 hidden treasures.
- Wait.
- For what?
What if the bars were not the treasure?
- How so?
- Paparanic liked to cover his tracks.
I leave the ship to my friend
Haddock in the hope that he
discovers the value of this jewel.
So what?
The proof.
Here is the gold.
In the chest were
pieces of the old railing.
I am not crazy and
neither is my pendulum.
This is gold. Gold.
So the bars Karabine
got were made of copper?
Of copper.
Copper.
Gold, there is gold everywhere.
Board them! Everyone to the bridge.
Its you, postman. I was startled.
I dreamed of a gang of pirates.
I have mail for you.
A telegram and a parcel.
From South America.
- South America?
- Good morning.
If its another inheritance,
throw it in the fire.
From the president of
Tetaragua to Captain Haddock.
Thanks for the return of the gold. Stop.
Parliament gives Victory
Square a new name. Stop.
Victory Square becomes Paparanic Square.
The government awards the Grand
Ribbon of the Order of the Cheetah
to the fearless Captain Haddock.
The Grand Ribbon of the Order
of the Cheetah. That is too much.
Captain Haddock deeply moved. Stop.
- What is that?
- My idea.
That is too much. Far too much.
A ceremony always needs a fanfare.
And champagne.
- To Tetaragua.
- And good old Themistocles.
Thank you very much, dear friends.
Gentlemen, my latest invention.
To remove our winged
friends longing for the air:
A flying stick.
Well, look at that.
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