Atlantis: The Lost Empire Page #2

Class of '66.

We stayed close friends...

till the end of his days.

[Grunting]

Even dragged me along...

on some of his

danged fool expeditions.

Thatch was crazy

as a fruit bat, he was.

He spoke of you often.

Funny. He... he never

mentioned you.

Oh, he wouldn't.

He knew how much

I liked my privacy.

[Grunting]

I keep a low profile.

Mr. Whitmore, should I be

wondering why I'm here?

Look on that table.

WHITMORE:
Ah!

It's for you.

It's... it's from my grandfather.

He brought that package

to me years ago.

He said if anything

were to happen to him...

I should give it to you...

when you were ready...

whatever that means.

MILO:
It...

It can't be.

It's the Shepherd's Journal.

Mr. Whitmore,

this journal is the key...

to finding the lost

continent of Atlantis!

Atlantis! Ha ha ha!

I wasn't born yesterday, son.

No, no, no.

Look... Look at this.

Coordinates. Clues.

It's all right here.

Yeah, looks like

gibberish to me.

That's because it's

been written in a dialect...

that no longer exists.

- So it's useless.

- No, no, just difficult.

I've spent my whole life

studying dead languages.

It's not gibberish to me.

Ah, it's probably a fake.

Mr. Whitmore, my grandfather

would have known...

if this were a fake.

I would know.

I will stake everything I own,

everything that I believe in...

that this is the genuine

Shepherd's Journal.

All right,

all right.

So what do you want

to do with it?

Well, Ill... Ill...

I'll get funding.

I mean, Ill... The museum...

WHITMORE:
They'll

never believe you.

I'll show them!

I will make them believe.

Like you did today?

Yes! Well, no.

How did you...

Forget about them,

OK? Never mind!

I will find Atlantis

on my own.

I mean, if I have

to rent a rowboat!

Congratulations, Milo.

This is exactly

what I wanted to hear.

But forget the rowboat, son.

We'll travel in style.

It's all been arranged,

the whole ball of wax.

Why?

For years your granddad

bent my ear...

with stories

about that old book.

I didn't buy it for a minute.

So finally I got fed up...

and made a bet

with the old coot.

I said, "Thatch, if you

ever actually find...

"that so-called journal...

"not only will I

finance the expedition...

"but I'll kiss you

full on the mouth."

Imagine my embarrassment...

when he found

the darn thing.

Now I know your

grandfather's gone, Milo...

God rest his soul,

but Preston Whitmore...

is a man who keeps his word.

You hear that, Thatch?

I'm going to the afterlife...

with a clear conscience,

by thunder!

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

Your grandpa was a great man.

You probably don't

realize how great.

Those buffoons at the museum

dragged him down...

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