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hwp Moorgate Passage.
Moorgate Passage.
I see it over there!
Bleeding rat-wags!
Whats gotten into them?
What in Gods 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.
Theres 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?
Thats so frightening.
Dont wander off.
Wheres Quatermain?
That gentleman at the back.
Do I have the pleasure of addressing
Allan Quatermain?
Yes, you do, sir. Indeed you do.
Youre not what I expected.
I presume youre another traveler...
...got it in your head
to sample the Dark Continent.
And while youre 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.
Ill regale you with how I found King
Solomons 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 Majestys British government.
The empire needs you.
But the question is...
...do I need the empire?
Perhaps I should toddle off.
Should I, Allan?
Yes, of course, Nigel, you toddle off.
Toddling.
Nigel is useful for keeping
the story seekers at bay.
Im Quatermain.
The empire is in peril.
Youre 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 others 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, doesnt 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.
Thats about as patriotic
as it gets around here.
But youre 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...
...Ive lost friends.
White men and black...
...and much more.
And I am not the man I once was.
The gentleman over there.
- Were in for the long haul.
- Exactly.
- Mr. Quatermain?
- Why, yes indeed, sir.
Wrong Quatermain.
Thats him.
Get down!
- Theyre indestructible.
- No, just armor-plated.
Automatic rifles? Who in Gods name
has automatic rifles?
Thats unsporting. Probably Belgium.
Allan!
Wicked waste.
Look out!
Good old Britannia.
Wasnt there another one
of these buggers?
Mr. Quatermain!
Bruce, Matilda.
Our friend might have some information.
But hes 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...
