Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow Page #2

All so you could get a photograph

of Tojo Hideki

in his bathrobe, remember?

You know, I'm starting to think

that you've invented

this whole sabotage nonsense

to cover the fact that

you were running around on me

with your little mystery girl

the whole time we were in Nanjing.

Never happened.

All in your imagination.

Who was she, Joe?

- What was her name?

- That's enough.

What are you gonna do?

Shoot me?

Oh, great. We all made up.

It's been a pleasure, Polly.

Let's do it again in ten years.

Escort Miss Perkins off the base, Dex.

If she resists, shoot her.

- Hi, Polly.

- Hi, Dex.

- I gotta...

- It's okay, hon, I know.

Okay.

It's just as well. I guess you wouldn't

have been interested in this, anyway.

- Where did you get that?

- There's more where this came from.

Lots more.

- I want that blueprint, Polly.

- I want this story, Joe.

And you're gonna help me get it.

Maybe we should show her, Cap.

Maybe she can help.

Show me what?

Show me what?

My God. What is this?

Where do they come from?

They started appearing three years ago

in remote areas.

We managed to keep it a secret

until now.

They show up without warning,

they take what they need,

and then they disappear

without a trace.

Three years and we still can't explain

what they want

or who's sending them here.

A man came to see me today,

a scientist.

He was terrified.

Said someone was coming for him.

I asked him who he was so afraid of,

and he repeated one name:

Totenkopf.

He nearly went white

when he said it.

Totenkopf, who is he?

He's the invisible man.

I've been through every library record

twice looking for anything.

I've called every contact I have

from Paris to Bangkok.

This is the only thing I could dig up.

He ran some kind of secret

science unit outside of Berlin

before the start of World War I.

Something called Unit 11.

It's been more than 30 years

since anyone has spoken his name.

Until today.

Note the insignia he used

for the unit.

It matches the markings

on all of these machines.

The scientist, where is he now?

We're in this together, right, Joe?

Nothing gets published until I say so.

You don't write a sentence

or take a photograph without

asking me first. Understood?

Understood.

What?

I missed you.

Thanks for saving my life today,

by the way.

Were you down there?

You missed me too. How nice.

This is it. This is Jennings' lab.

Dr. Jennings? It's Polly Perkins.

Dr. Jennings!

It's locked.

That window there.

I may be able to get in

through that window

if I can attach a line...

It's open.

We're too late.

Someone beat us here.

All right, Polly...

...no more games.

What the hell is going on?

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