The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Moorgate Passage.

Moorgate Passage.

I see it over there!

Bleeding rat-wags!

What's gotten into them?

What in God's name is that?

Halt!

Halt!

- Blimey!

- Stop!

- Come on!

- Halt!

In the name of the law!

- Halt!

- How the hell do we stop this thing?

I said, halt!

Here.

Careful, mates. Careful.

There's men inside!

Please.

Bring the scientist with us.

Kill any who resist.

Do we have him?

Draper at your service, sir.

The world, Herr Draper.

I want the world.

Really?

That's so frightening.

Don't wander off.

Where's Quatermain?

That gentleman at the back.

Do I have the pleasure of addressing

Allan Quatermain?

Yes, you do, sir. Indeed you do.

You're not what I expected.

I presume you're another traveler...

...got it in your head

to sample the Dark Continent.

And while you're at it,

hunt down old Allan Quatermain...

...and have him tell his adventures.

- Well...

- You just fill a seat, sir.

You can fill my glass.

Bruce, double.

I'll regale you with how I found King

Solomon's Mines, or I could relate my...

It is not your past that interests me.

My name is Sanderson Reed.

I am a representative

of Her Majesty's British government.

The empire needs you.

But the question is...

...do I need the empire?

Perhaps I should toddle off.

Should l, Allan?

Yes, of course, Nigel, you toddle off.

Toddling.

Nigel is useful for keeping

the story seekers at bay.

I'm Quatermain.

The empire is in peril.

You're probably too young to know,

but the empire is always in some peril.

We need you to lead a team

of unique men like yourself...

...to combat this threat.

Regale me.

There is great unrest, countries set at

each other's throats, baying for blood.

The trouble of which I speak could

set a match to the whole thing. War.

- With whom, exactly?

- Everyone.

A world war.

- That notion makes you sweat?

- Heavens, man, doesn't it you?

This is Africa, dear boy.

Sweating is what we do.

Where is your sense of patriotism?

God save the queen.

- God save the queen. God bless her.

- God save the queen.

That's about as patriotic

as it gets around here.

But you're Allan Quatermain.

Stories of your exploits have thrilled

English boys for decades.

That I know, and Nigel has done

a grand job reminding me.

But with each past exploit...

...l've lost friends.

White men and black...

...and much more.

And I am not the man I once was.

The gentleman over there.

- We're in for the long haul.

- Exactly.

- Mr. Quatermain?

- Why, yes indeed, sir.

Wrong Quatermain.

That's him.

Get down!

- They're indestructible.

- No, just armor-plated.

Automatic rifles? Who in God's name

has automatic rifles?

That's unsporting. Probably Belgium.

Allan!

Wicked waste.

Look out!

Good old Britannia.

Wasn't there another one

of these buggers?

Mr. Quatermain!

Bruce, Matilda.

Our friend might have some information.

But he's so far away.

Yes, I thought he was.

God, I hate getting old.

- Did you mean to just wound him?

- Obviously.

Stop him! I need information!

Bloody poison.

You may have no love for the empire,

but I know you love Africa.

A war in Europe will spread

to its colonies.

It appears the war has arrived.

very well, Reed...

...l'm in.

Excellent.

Pack for an English summer.

You made good time getting here.

Not as good as Phileas Fogg,

Around the World in 80 Days.

Where are we going, Australia?

And here we are, sir.

I don't like theatrics.

After Africa's veldts, London's weather

isn't helping your mood, I see.

Identify yourself.

I'm known by many names,

Mr. Quatermain.

My underlings call me sir.

My superiors call me M.

M?

Just M.

I must say, the delight is mine,

meeting so notable a recruit...

...to this newest generation of the

League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

League of what?

There have been times

when a danger upon the world...

...required the services

of singular individuals.

How very curious.

This museum is full of the curious.

Allan Quatermain, Captain Nemo.

I know of Mr. Quatermain.

And I know of you, captain.

Rumor has it that you're a pirate.

I'd prefer a less provocative title.

- I'm sure you would.

- Gentlemen, please.

Nations are striking at nations.

Every attack marked by the use

of highly advanced weaponry.

These attacks

are all the work of one man...

...who calls himself the Fantom.

- Very operatic. What's in it for him?

Profit.

Those machines are his creations, the

work of scientists he holds imprisoned.

His attacks have nations clamoring

for the weapons that assail them.

- Then it's a race for arms.

- And millions will perish.

There's one last chance to avert war.

The leaders of Europe

are to meet secretly in venice.

And you believe that this Fantom

will attack that conference?

If he can find it.

We need a team to stop him in venice.

This team consists of six members.

- You'll have four days.

- Four days to get to venice?

- It's impossible.

- Let me worry about that.

Well now,

extraordinary gentlemen indeed.

One of them is late.

- Harker, the chemist.

- Oh, chemist, eh?

Do we get to blow something up then?

My eyesight must be worse

than I thought.

No, your eyesight's fine.

No games, M.

Some time ago, a talented,

albeit misguided, man of science...

...discovered the means

to become invisible.

- Yes, I recall the tale, but didn't he die?

- Well, he did, but his process didn't.

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