Master of the World Page #2
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- Year:
- 1961
- 102 min
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descend into the crater.
Here is to the success
of our venture.
Out with the ballast!
- First time aloft, Mr. Strock?
- Yes, sir.
Not at all, I find it interesting.
- Where was this built, sir?
- In one of my factories.
Why, you're in
munitions, aren't you?
Yes, yes, and we manufacture
cannons, rifles, pistols,
powder, high explosives,
and the like.
For our government?
Primarily yes, but of
course we also sell to any
government who has the
money to pay for it.
Why, I notice the name of
Prudent on this knife.
- One of your products?
- Yes, that's one of our best sellers.
We ought to be getting
close by now.
See anything yet?
There it is!
Don't be alarmed, miss.
Wishful thinking, Mr. Strock?
Miss?
What makes you
think I'm alarmed?
- Excuse me, father, may I?
- Why certainly, my dear.
Is he annoying you, Dorothy?
I think it's the
other way around.
See anything yet?
something inside the...
Look!
Steer it away from the crater!
It's our only chance!
I can't. I can't!
Everybody down on the floor
and brace yourselves.
Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Prudent.
- Who is it?
- Strock.
What are we doing here?
I don't know, miss, I don't know
what either of us is doing here.
Or where "here" is even.
The crash!
Father!
Let me help you.
- Are you in pain, miss?
- My back is...
Father?
Father...
Propeller in the rear...
as always and don't argue with me!
I will not be... ow!
- Did you hurt yourself?
- Of course I hurt myself.
Dorothy?
Phillip!
- Here, Father.
- Thank you, dear.
Where the devil are we anyway?
Looks like a ship's cabin.
Can you get it unlocked?
I already have, but it seems
to be bolted on the outside.
Maybe I can cut through one of these
shutters and stick my hand through it.
- This is very strange.
Look at that.
It isn't wood, yet...
it isn't metal either.
Huh? Give it here. What is it?...
Come with me!
Are we on a ship?!
Answer me!
You were asked a
question, my good man.
- Best do as he says, gentlemen.
- This way.
Come, dear, come.
Must be a ship from
the size of it.
A riverboat.
We were shot down in a mountain crater,
how the devil could we be on a riverboat?
A flying ship!
- A heavier than air ship.
- Impossible!
On the contrary, not only
possible, but actual.
You are be carried through
space by a ship of several
tons weight, at a speed of
some 150 miles per hour.
150...!
And why exactly are we being
carried though space, Mister?...
Robur!
The name is Robur, sir.
Welcome aboard the
Albatross, good people.
As to why you are all here,
the reason is twofold.
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