The Red Sea Sharks - Part 1
Did you enjoy the film?
So so.
The chap who played the lead is a good actor.
He looked a lot like our old friend General Alcazar.
The ending was far too improbable.
I can't believe things like that really happens.
You think about someone and then he pops up in the street corner.
just like that... wham!
Look here, you misguided missile. Can't you watch where you're going.
General Alcazar!
Yes...
It's extraordinary! Imagine. The Captain and I were just talking about you!
Ah. about me!?
What are you doing here?
Me? I travel... Por favor.
Excuse me please. In mucho hurry.
Late for appointment.
- Where can we get in touch with you, General? - Hotel Bristol.
Adios. amigos.
Not very chatty. is he?
Strange.
What's this? It's the General's wallet.
He must've dropped it when you bumped into him.
Hurry! Maybe we can find him.
I'd say the General has vamoosed!
Are you sure? Look... he's a fairly heavy-built man
with a small moustache.
No sir, I'm terribly sorry.
I've never seen the gentleman.
That's strange.
Hey! Why is the door open?
Snowy?
Poor Snowy... who's done this to you?
By thunder! I'll get to the bottom of this!
Billions of Blue blistering...
Captain. are you all right?
Who's the thundering son of a sea gherkin who did that?
Nestor!
- Nes... - Aaagh...
Abdullah!
Abdullah?
Blistering barnacles!
"Blistering barnacles!"... "Blistering barnacles!"
Do it again, Blistering Barnacles! Do it again...!
You young ruffian. What are you doing here?
Wait, Blistering Barnacles...
I have a present for you...
A present... for me?
Dear little fellow...
It's for you, Blistering Barnacles...
from me.
Thank you. Abdullah. You really shouldn't have.
A cuckoo clock.
It's beautiful.
It's magnificent!
To wind it up... you do this.
Blue blistering thundering typhoons!
You won't get away with this.
You. stop!
Touch not the son of my master.
I am Hassim.
Servant to His Highness, Prince Abdullah.
I bring you a message from my master.
"My dear friends. I entrust to you my beloved son... "
"Abdullah... for here, his life is in danger...
Should misfortune befall me,
as the falcon springs on the innocent gazelle,
I count on you, my friend, to provide Abdullah
with the warmth and care he requires. "
"May peace be with you and all members of your household. "
Signed "Emir Ben Kalish Ezab".
You little brat! I'm going to teach you a lesson!
Oh, sir... it's dreadful.
Later... Nestor... later!
But Sir, all those foreign persons have settled and served in the state room, Sir.
You'll feel better after a cup of coffee, Captain.
No. thanks. I have to watch my nerves.
That little monster will be up in a minute.
Oh. no! Abdullah's coming!
Prof. Calculus?
Blistering barnacles!
I have enough problems in this house without you rolling around like some out of control freight train!
Rain? No. it's a splendid morning for a stroll.
Well. that's what I thought I was doing.
I see breakfast is served.
What...?
Cuthbert! Why don't you take these infernal things off
before you really hurt yourself?
Nestor. will you answer that door?
Begging your pardon. sir.
but the young foreign gentleman, your guest, sir
finds it rather amusing to ring the doorbell again and again
and then run off as soon as I open it.
Abdullah has gone too far.
Nestor, fetch the garden hose.
OK. open it.
Good morning.
Oops!
What can I do for you, detectives?
We'll be brief and to the point.
Tell us everything you know about General Alcazar?
General Alcazar?
Well, I knew him when he was President of San Theodoros.
Then he was deposed by General Tapioca in a coup.
Then he staged a countercoup and took it back.
And that's all.
That's all, is it?
And what did he tell you last night?
When you met up with him, to be precise.
Last night?
Surprised you. didn't we?
Well, it's true, we met last night.
He seemed to be in a big hurry.
Oh, and he told us he was staying at...
The Hotel Excelsior.
We know that, too.
Excelsior. huh?
Well... can't keep anything from you two.
But why are you asking about Alcazar? What's he done?
What's he done, my dear fellow. If you imagine we'd tell you
that he's smuggling aircraft, you're much mistaken.
Or that we tell you that General Alcazar is mounting a counter-revolution
after Tapioca redeposed him.
You can forget it!
"Mum's the word. " That's all...
- Well said. Thomson. - Thank you. Thompson.
Goodbye. Tintin.
Thanks for the information.
General Alcazar?
Yes. sir. You'll find him in the lounge.
That man that Alcazar's with... I know him.
His name's Dawson. I had a run-in in with him in China.
He's obviously moved up to arms dealing...
Oh... Thompson and Thomson are here. too.
Captain... give this back to the General.
I'm going to follow Dawson. I'll see you back at MarlinsPike...
Taxi.
Follow that black Jaguar.
Wait here. And keep the engine running.
'Morning. guv. Seen today's paper?
Aah... very good!
I see those planes we sold to Mull Pacha did a great job.
He'll be rid of the Emir in no time.
Now Alcazar's got his planes, so we can overthrow Tapioca once and for all.
Huh?
Abdullah! That little pest!
What's this?
It was a young lad with a white dog.
What?
Tintin!
...bring you further developments on the coup d'etat in Khemed as they become available to us.
In other news, Mull Pacha's forces have taken control of the city of Wadesdah.
The Emir Ben Kalish Ezab is missing and feared dead.
Information is difficult to obtain at this time...
Poor Abdullah!
He's too young to realize how serious things are...
Blue blistering barnacles!
The little pest! The plague! That's it!
He goes back to his father now!
It's too late, Captain. The Emir has been overthrown in a coup d'etat.
That's just great.
There's no way we can send him back now.
But there's nothing to keep us from going away.
Tintin, you're a genius. But where?
To Khemed.
Ah... yes... good!
What!? In the middle of a revolution?
No thanks... I'll take my chances with the kid!
Let's pack.
Mull Pacha... Dawson here.
You should expect a visit from Tintin.
Put this in the baggage compartment
once everyone is off the plane...
Passports, please, gentlemen.
I'm sorry. You have no permit to stay in Khemed.
What?
You must reboard the plane and return to Beirut.
Blistering barnacles! There's nothing wrong
with our papers. What sort of yarn is that?
It is done. Mull Pacha.
Excellent.
Bon voyage... Tintin.
Another eternity in this flying coffin.
Rattling about like dice! I wonder what sort
of trouble will drop on us next.
Thundering typhoons!
Everything happens to me.
Are you OK?
Tintin! I've had enough of this!
You know Captain... I'll bet this Mull Pacha character had something to do with
our being told to leave Wadesdah.
What's the matter, Snowy?
What is it?
Fire! We're on fire!
Wadesdah tower... this is Khozd.
Starboard motor on fire!
We're turning back... trying for emergency landing at wadesdah.
Port engine misfiring. We're losing altitude.
Snowy... this is no time for games.
Give me a parachute!
Sir! Just go and sit down.
I tell you... I demand a parachute.
Now look here... young fellow.
Thanks, friend. Tell everyone to hold on tight.
I'm going to try to land.
Well, the fire's out.
but we better move into the shade while we wait for a rescue party.
Wadesdah is only 50 km away.
We won't have to wait long for them to find us.
Listen, Captain.
If they take us back to Wadesdah, we'll just be expelled again.
I think we should sneak back in on our own.
What? 50 km on foot?
It's our only hope of finding the Emir.
All right, Snowy, I'm coming.
I'll be right back. Snowy is determined to show me something.
50 km... in this heat...
I could sure go for a cigar right about now.
Even one of Abdullah's exploding cigars.
Tintin, are you all right?
Snowy? Where's Snowy?
Good ol' Snowy! You sensed danger, didn't you? And you tried to warn me.
And I just thought you wanted to play.
That had to be a time bomb, Captain. And I'll bet it was intended for us.
Wadesdah will be crawling with soldiers.
And so will this crash site when Mull Pacha
finds out we weren't blown to bits by his bomb. Let's go...
I've got a friend in Wadesdah, Oliveira da Figueira. He'll hide us.
OK, Captain, they're gone.
Now let's find Oliveira's.
Captain?
Come on... stay awake. It's just down this alley.
Senor Oliveira.
Senor Oliveira?
Come inside... quickly!
There's a pretty heavy price on your heads, my friends...
You can bet Mull Pacha's behind that.
Also known as Dr. Muller.
Dr. Muller?
So once again I'm up against that scoundrel.
What's his involvement in this whole mess?
Let me bring you up to date on the situation.
A few months ago, Wadesdah became a major link
in the air routes of Arabair.
Then.. when the Emir out find out that Arabair was being used
for some pretty nasty illegal traffic, he canceled the deal.
And I'll bet that's when all the political unrest flared up.
Exactly.
Heavily funded by someone as yet unknown,
Mull Pacha mounted a coup and
force the Emir into hiding.
Captain!
Are we sinking?
No, Captain. You just set your beard on fire.
I heard that the Emir was feared dead.
No... he is hiding in the Djebel mountains.
We absolutely have to get to him for his son's sake...
First... we get some sleep.
Tomorrow I will find a way for you to leave the city and join the Emir.
Thundering typhoons!
That was close.
Blistering barnacles! Now we're in trouble.
Quick! There's our guide.
Mull Pacha here. Order the squad of Mosquitos to take off immediately!
Their mission - to wipe out a party of 3 horsemen
who have left Wadesdah and are heading for the Djebel mountains.
Dust cloud at 10 o'clock... Must be them.
There they are...
I've got you now. Tintin!
Ready to fire.
Fire!
Fire...!
Mission accomplished.
Bungling oafs! You'll be court-martialed!
Dismissed! Reduced to ranks!
I'll have you shot...!
Halt!
Don't shoot! We're friends!
Let the dogs bark,
the cameras pass friends.
These strangers have come to see the Emir.
All right... come this way.
Wow...!
Incredible!
A whole city carved right out of the rock!
Captain! You here!
Unbelievable!
But what about my son? My precious darling.
Where is he?
Rest assured, Your Highness. He's in good hands at Marlinspike.
Thank you, Tintin. Your help is precious to me.
The resistance movement is growing.
And soon I will throw out that slimy serpent Muller.
But of course, Muller is just a front to keep us from seeing
the real culprit, Di Gorgonzola.
Di Gorgonzola? The famous millionaire?
He owns Arabair, which he uses
to smuggle illegal refugees for astronomical fees.
The mangy dog!
As long as that international crook runs scot-free,
peace will be nothing but an illusion.
We have to stop them somehow.
It will be difficult.
Gorgonzola is very rich and very powerful.
By Allah! Let us hope your dog has not gone near Ayesha!
Snowy!
Calm down, Snowy...
You see, Your Highness, the powerful ones don't always get the last word.
Fast Forward to Part 2 for the conclusion...