The Adventures of Tintin

Very nearly there, sir.

I have to say, your face is familiar.

Have I drawn you before?

Occasionally.

Of course! I've seen you in the newspaper.

- You're a reporter?

- I'm a journalist.

Be patient, Snowy, not much longer.

I do beg your pardon.

There.

I believe I have captured something

of your likeness.

Not bad!

What do you think, Snowy?

Snowy!

There you are, sir.

Now where's he run off to?

Anything?

Nothing.

Snowy!

Where have you been?

Chasing cats again?

Snowy, look at this!

Triple masted.

Double decks. Fifty guns.

Isn't she a beauty?

That's a very unique specimen, that is.

From an old sea captain's estate.

"The Unicorn. "

Unicorn. Man o'war sailing ship.

It's very old, that is. 16th century.

17th, I would think.

- Reign of Charles I.

- Charles II.

That's what I said, Charles II.

As fine a ship as ever sailed the seven seas.

You won't find another one of these, mate.

And it's only two quid.

- I'll give you a pound.

- Done!

Gently does it.

Excuse me!

Here you go. Careful.

Hey, bud, how much for the boat?

I'm sorry, I just sold it to this young gent.

Oh, yeah?

Tell me what you paid

and I'll give you double.

- Double?

- Thanks. But it's not for sale.

Look, kid, I'm trying to help you out.

I don't think you realise this,

but you're about to walk

into a whole mess of danger.

What kind of danger?

I'm warning you, get rid of the boat

and get out while you still can.

These people do not play nice.

What people?

Wonderful!

It's just wonderful.

Don't bother wrapping it, I'll take it as is.

Does anybody object if I pay by cheque?

If you want to buy it,

you'll have to talk to the kid.

I see.

Well, let the "kid" name his price.

"Name his price"?

Ten years I've been flogging bric-a-brac

and I miss "name your price"

by one bleedin' minute!

I'm sorry.

I already explained to the other gentleman.

American he was. All hair oil and no socks.

It's not for sale.

Then let me appeal to your better nature.

I have recently acquired Marlinspike Hall,

and this ship, as I'm sure you're aware,

was once part of the estate.

Of the late sea captain?

The family fell upon hard times.

Lost everything.

They've been living in a cloud

of bad luck ever since.

We are talking generations of drinking

and irrational behaviour...

I'm sorry.

But as I told you before, it's not for sale.

Good day to you, sir.

That young man, what's his name?

Him? Everybody knows him. That's Tintin.

What is it about this ship?

Why has it attracted so much attention?

What secrets do you hold?

Where is that magnifying glass?

I could have sworn it was...

Where could it possibly be?

Snowy, you haven't seen the...

Where is it?

Thank you.

No, Snowy!

Look what you did.

You broke it!

Bad dog!

Something happened on this ship.

And we're going to the one place

that could have the answer.

Come on, Snowy.

Here it is.

"Sir Francis Haddock of Marlinspike Hall,

the last captain of the ill-fated Unicorn.

"The ship set sail from Barbados in 1676

"on one of the most ruinous voyages

in maritime history.

"Ship never reached destination.

"Attacked by pirates,

all hands lost except for one survivor.

"When Sir Francis was rescued

and returned home,

"he was convinced his name

had been cursed.

"The Unicorn's manifest stated

"that it was carrying a cargo of rum

and tobacco bound for Europe,

"but it was long claimed

the ship was carrying a secret cargo. "

What was the ship carrying, Snowy?

"Historians have tried and failed to discover

what happened on that fatal voyage,

"but Sir Francis' last words,

"'Only a true Haddock will discover

the secret of the Unicorn. "'

I've missed something, Snowy.

We need to take a closer look at that model.

Of course it's gone!

How could I be so stupid?

How'd you do that?

Clever boy.

A coat of arms.

Why does that look familiar?

Hang on a minute.

That fish!

It's a haddock.

Of course!

Marlinspike Hall is the old Haddock estate.

Snowy!

Well done, Snowy!

Good boy.

Well, well, well.

It seems we've caught our thief.

Welcome to Marlinspike Hall.

I see you let yourself in.

I came to retrieve my property.

I'm sorry, I'm not sure I follow you.

I think you do.

This ship was stolen from my apartment

less than an hour ago.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Tintin.

There's no mistake. It belongs to me.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

I took it home,

I put it on a cabinet in the living room,

and then Snowy chased the cat

and knocked it over, and it

fell.

This isn't my ship.

No. Indeed.

I'm sorry.

- It looks identical.

- Well, looks can be deceiving.

Yes, indeed. But I don't understand!

Why did Sir Francis make two ships

exactly alike?

And you have one already.

Why do you want another?

What is it about this model

that would cause someone to steal it?

Goodness me, why so many questions?

It's my job.

There could be a story here.

That's what I do, you see.

Well, it's no great mystery.

Sir Francis Haddock was a drunkard

and a hopeless reprobate.

He was doomed to fail,

and he bequeathed that failure to his sons.

So it's true! The Haddock line is cursed.

- What else have you found out?

- What is there to find?

That depends what you're looking for.

I'm looking for answers, Mr. Sakharine.

You're looking in the wrong place.

It's late.

I think you should go home.

This way, sir.

It's a pity, sir.

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