Destination Moon - Part 1
So this is Syldavia!
Great! But where's Calculus?
- I don't see him anywhere. - You'd think he'd at least meet us
after insisting we catch the next available flight.
So that is Tintin and Haddock.
Yes Sir, our source says Mammoth sent an urgent telegram
requesting they come.
Find out why he wants them.
Our source is working on it, Sir.
Good.
Proceed!
- You are Captain Haddock and Tintin? - Yes.
Professor Calculus sent me to meet you.
He didn't come himself?
No, he was not able to come.
Let's go then.
There they go, the Zepo has picked them up already.
Don't worry, Chief! We keep good tabs on them.
What a welcome! By thunder!
- Old Calculus really does things in style! - Yes, I guess so.
Why do you keep turning around like that?
That car bothers me.
It's been following us ever since we left the airport.
Baah... somebody driving into Klow, just like us...
- Maybe... - Ah...
Look! We're almost there!
Hey! Where are you going? This isn't the way to Klow!
I take you to your friend, Professor Calculus...
but he is no longer at Klow, he has moved.
Why didn't Calculus tell us?
Something doesn't seem right here...
We've been on the road for 2 hours, and that car is still tailing us!
Your papers appear to be in order...
Proceed.
I really have to wonder what old Cuthbert has gotten himself into?
Well, I wonder what he's getting us into?
And it looks like we're about to find out.
Thundering Typhoons! We're in some kind of fortress, or something!
Captain! Look!
Welcome gentlemen.
I'm glad you've arrived safely!
And not a moment to soon!
Ugh! Blistering barnacles!
Let me introduce myself, Franck Wolff,
assistant to Professor Calculus.
Hi... I'm Tintin.
I'm Haddock, and who the blazes are those two gangsters
who tail us all the way from the airport?
Why... they're not gangsters, Captain...
they're Zepo men...
What's a Zepo?
Zepo: Syldavian secret police.
They're here to protect you!
To protect us?
Just follow me! Prof Calculus
is expecting you. He'll explain everything...
- This is all useless! - Yes...
for all our efforts, we have not made much progress.
But if he has brought in his friends...
then phase one must be about to start.
Should we start our operation?
Immediately!
Here we are...!
No!
Ah, Tintin, Captain!
Hello, my dear old friend!
Oops! I'm so sorry! I completely forgot my helmet!
It's a new plexiglass model. We were testing it for strength.
Blistering barnacles! It packs quite a wallop!
A plexiglass helmet? What for?
No, no, no, not glass - plexiglass!
Glass would be too fragile.
Yes, of course. But what is the helmet for?
One moment, please.
I beg your pardon?
Aah... I see you're using an ear trumpet,
but why don't you wear one of those little hearing aids?
No need! No need! Those are for deaf people.
I'm only a little hard of hearing.
A little hard of hearing?
Professor, can you tell us what this is all about?
Didn't Wolff explain?
Well, follow me and
we'll talk in my office.
And there, Captain, you see just a part
of the Brodj Atomic Research Centre facilities.
Impressive...!
What's it all for?
I'll explain, Captain.
Please sit down.
You see... the Syldavian Government
invited me to set up their astro-nautical section.
Of course, I was absolutely delighted! My engineer, Frank Wolff...
is helping me to perfect a nuclear-propelled rocket engine.
A rocket! What for?
To travel to the moon, of course.
That's a good one! Old Calculus on the moon!
Are you planning to take any passengers along?
Of course! Why do you think I asked you to join me?
What! What are you talking about?
Me! On the moon!
Your brain must have gone radio active.
Blistering barnacles!
You can't possibly be serious!
You'll never get me to set foot in your infernal rocket!
Never!
Oh... thank you, Captain! I knew I could count on you!
Ah, gentlemen, may I come in?
Ah, Mr Baxter.
May I introduce Captain Haddock.
The Captain is most ethusiastic.
He's delighted at the prospect of traveling to the moon.
Mr. Baxter is the director of the Centre.
Professor Calculus told me you were an exceptional man...
and I can see he wasn't exaggerating.
But... I... I...
- I congratulate you too, young man. - Uh, thanks!
If you're interested, I'll arrange a tour of the facilities for you.
Sure.
And now, gentlemen, I'm proud to show you our moon project.
There it is! The X-FLR-6 nuclear-propelled rocket!
Don't tell me you intend to send us to the moon in that!
No, Captain! It's only a model.
The X-FLR-6 is about to make a radio-controlled reconnaissance
flight around the moon. It'll take photographs
and provide valuable information for our own flight to the moon.
Red alert! Red alert!
Unidentified aircraft entering security area from due South.
Ground control to unidentified aircraft.
You are violating a security area.
If you proceed you will be fired upon!
- There! They've spotted us! - We must play for time!
Aircraft SFLR
Message received!
Lost our course. Please advise position!
Sounds like the plane's in trouble, Sir!
Wait, it's a trick!
Looks like it's dropped two parachutes!
Anti-aircraft guns, open fire!
What's going on?
Great snakes!
That looks like it hit the next room!
- Professor! - Who is it?
Did someone knock?
Professor!
Gentlemen! Last night an unidentified plane
succeeded in invading our anti-aircraft guns.
They dropped two men into the security area by parachute.
We're doing everything we can to find these men...
but at this moment they are still at large.
We have tightened security, but everyone must be specially careful.
This daring raid proves that these people will stop at nothing.
Thank you, gentlemen, that will be all. I will keep you informed...
Oops, I'm so sorry! A bit of plaster from last night!
Don't mention it, Professor! I...
I protest!
To be precise, this is an outrage!
Thomson and Thomson!
We've captured the two parachutists, Sir.
They were picked up in the middle of the restricted area.
Probably Greek revolutionaries.
Greek!
But we asked for Syldavian costumes!
Why did you parachute into our security area?
- Parachute? - Where?
- Who? - Us?
Mr. Baxter, there must be some mistake. I know these men.
They're detectives Thomson and Thomson.
Then you must be the ones that Interpol were sending to beef up our security.
That's us!
Oh! Please excuse us for this error, gentlemen.
Certainly! Errors are our business.
Mr. Baxter, could I take a little hike through the mountains around the centre?
I'd like to stretch my legs. - Of course.
But take care... those two spies are still on the loose!
Captain! Could you get a hold of a couple of two-way radios?
I have a plan.
Ah, perfect!
An unobstructed view of the Centre...
Now to work.
According to these plans...
there should be a ventilation shaft around here.
It might be large enough for...
someone to get into.
Security might not think it's a risk, but I'm not so sure...
Bingo! There it is.
Okay, Snowy! Let's see just how accesible that shaft is!
We made it, Snowy!
and if we can get up here, then so can the parachutists.
Captain! Captain! Do you hear me?
Loud and clear, Tintin.
I'm at ventilation shaft No.. 3
It's located in sector J, above corridor 7.
My suspicion was right. I could get to it easily.
- You'd better put our plan into motion! - Aye, aye, Tintin...
You can count on me!
I hear something, Snowy.
Psstt, are you there?
Yes. Here are the documents.
Good! Well done.
Hands up! Don't turn around!
Well done!
Blistering barnacles, Tintin?
Hey! What in blue blazers! Oww...!
The Captain! Is he alright?
He's comin' around.
Listen! That howling! It's Snowy!
Something's happened to Tintin!
- What's going on? - It's Tintin.
He's in some kind of trouble! He's outside by ventilation shaft No. 3
trying to catch the intruders!
- Great Scott! - Hurry!
- He needs help. - Security? This is Baxter!
Code 5 alert! Send a helicopter out to ventilator shaft no. 3...
Look for Tintin and the intruders, hurry!
The helicopter's folllowed the intruders.
Dispatch a squad of men to bring them in!
Continue search for Tintin...
The doctors say you're gonna be fine, Tintin...
And you'll be glad to hear that
we caught two men outside the shaft, thanks to you...
But the intruders had an accomplice inside the shaft.
He said something about documents.
And he must be the one that bopped me on the head.
The rat!
If I could get my hands on him, I'd...
Excuse me, Mr. Baxter.
I'm afraid I got a little carried away!
Ahem... Well...
We'll double-check everyone's wherabouts last night!
If there is an inside man, we'll find him!
Now get some rest.
- Good night, gentlemen. - Good night.
Good night, Sir.
This is all very strange!
If we didn't hit the Captain on the head, who did?
An inside accomplice?
Look!
That door's open.
But all doors are supposed to be closed at night.
- You stay here. I'm going to investigate. - Right-o...
What's the matter?
A skeleton! There!
I saw a skeleton behind this panel!
A skeleton! That's a good one! You must be dreaming!
I'm not dreaming! I saw a skeleton, I tell you!
Come along, man... we'll see about the silly skeleton of yours!
You see...!
Nothing!
That's funny... I could've sworn I saw it.
Shhh... we mustn't make a sound!
He must be around here somewhere.
Well, Professor?
Everything is ready, Mr Baxter.
The technicians have almost completed the fuelling up.
- Mr. Baxter? - Yes...
- Look who's here. - Tintin! How are you?
I'm fine, thank you.
Look, Tintin's better!
Well, now that everyone's here we can all go to the control room.
All staff evacuate the assembly room!
This is it... the rocket's movements will be monitored from this panel.
Tell me, Professor?
Have you considered the device I suggested the other day?
Device? Ah, yes! It's ready. I put it together last night.
Control Station calling observatory tower!
Are you standing by?
Standing by, Sir. Everyone is in position.
Radar here! We're ready and standing by.
This is the control panel with all the piloting devices
to guide the rocket through space.
Gentlemen, in a few minutes the X-FLR-6 will take off.
I suggest we leave the honour of the launch
command to my youngest colleague...
Tintin.
Bravo!
Observatory tower calling control station!
Prepare to blast off... 3 minutes to go!
Take your positions!
Ten seconds to go!
9... 8...
7... 6...
5... 4...
3... 2... 1...
Now!
There it goes!
We've sent a rocket to the moon.
To the moon!
Do you realize what those three little words mean?
To the moon!
My goodness! I'm terribly sorry!
Lucky you weren't smoking your pipe, eh!
Observatory tower to Control station.
Control room, prepare to engage nuclear motor...
in 30 seconds.
- Stand by Tintin! - Ten seconds.
10 seconds.
5 seconds... 4...
3... 2...
1... Zero!
Observatory to Control Room! Nuclear rocket has taken over,
and rocket is on course!
- How's Radar working? - Perfectly, observatory!
All is going well.
Huhuhuh...! For the time being, gentlemen.
Control room! Stand by for course correction.
Zero, zero, eight, six.
A trifling correction.
Nothing to worry about.
Zero, zero, eight, six.
Attention! Stand by to cut nuclear motor!
10 seconds, 9... 8...
7... 6...
5... 4...
3... 2...
1... Zero!
The rocket is about to
disappear from our field of vision.
That's it! It's out of Radar range.
Ahh... we can all relax for a few minutes.
With the nuclear motor cut...
the moon's gravitational pull will draw the X-FLR-6 into orbit.
It will pass behind the moon. And when it reappears on the other side,
we will resume radio control.
Okay, their rocket is behind the moon!
When it reappears we... take over.
The rocket is back on radar.
Stand by to restart the nuclear engine!
Will you let me do it this time?
By all means.
9... 8...
7... 6...
5... 4...
3... 2...
1... Zero!
Correct course now... zero zero nine eight!
Correction applied.
Another correction, Control room...
Three two seven six.
Correction applied.
Negative.
Correction didn't respond.
The rocket is veering off course.
- Something wrong, Wolff? - I don't understand it!
Correction, 7, 8, 5, 2.
Adjust it!
I am adjusting it!
Blistering barnacle of a rocket!
I don't understand!
The rocket doesn't respond to our orders at all!
I get it! Tintin was right..!
What a good thing I listened to him!
There! Now that we've got control of the rocket,
we'll steer it to our pick-up point.
Nice work!
Professor, what are you doing?
I'm fine Mr. Baxter, but I'm sorry to say...
I must destroy the X-FLR-6!
Surely you can't mean that!
It's obvious the control of the rocket
has been taken over by a stronger radio signal than ours...
Tintin warned me this, by heaven!
I will not let my rocket fall into enemy hands!
But maybe we can still...
Observatory to Control... Rocket is now 800 miles off course and...
completely out of range of our Radar control signal.
Observatory? Has a rocket exploded?
Exploded?
On the contrary... it's getting further and further away.
Tragedy! Tragedy! All is lost! It's terrifying!
Pull yourself together, Cuthbert!
Our discoveries! All lost! A tragedy!
Ahh... I see what it is!
Two loose wires!
No trouble to mend at all!
This time I think it will work... Go!
Observatory to Control station.
The X-FLR-6 has exploded.
Nothing more to observe.
Blast! They had it all planned.
They prefer to destroy their rocket, rather than let us get hold of it.
Well, I was worried that the insider
might have got enough information out to allow them to take over the rocket...
The Professor agreed and rigged the detonating device.
Well, it certainly turned out to be an excellent precaution.
Alas, yes.
All now all our hopes have been destroyed.
Years of research gone...
in one split second!
No Professor... all is not lost, on the contrary...
Didn't your nuclear engine work perfectly?
Didn't your rocket reach the moon and circle it?
Tintin's right! The trial run was all together conclusive.
Don't despair!
Tomorrow we'll start work on the real rocket.
The one that will take you to the moon!
Yes!
To the moon!
Hooray!
To the moon!
Fast Forward to Part 2 for the conclusion...