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I deliver perfection...|and don't brag about it! :D
Keep to the centre channel!
We must stick together!
If you damage that package,|you won't get paid!
Ah!
Save the package!
No!
Duke of Northampton. Accident during|a motoring holiday. Fatal, sadly.
2,000 words by five o'clock, Mr. Malone.
Oh...!
Mr. McArdle? The decapitation in Hackney.|I know the area well.
- Could I cover it?|- Arkwright's on it.
What about the Whitechapel opium dens?|I thought maybe I could go under cover.
- Maybe write about the white slave trade.|- You read too much trash.
I've been on obituaries|for over a year. Give me a chance!
- What do you know about dinosaurs?|- Not much.
I'm attending a lecture tonight|at the Natural History Museum.
- You can come and write it up.|- Gladys told me of this.
She's my girl. Her father arranged the|evening. He's high up in the Royal Society.
If I like it, I might put you on the next murder.
- Thank you very much.|- I still need 2,000 words on the Duke!
Sorry I'm late. The Duke had a full life.
- Edward, you do talk in riddles.|- Good evening, Professor Illingworth.
We'd better go in. I detest|missing the beginning of a lecture.
You might learn|something. Summerlee's a good man.
Not an original mind, of course,|but solid, very solid.
Edward. You mustn't!
You shouldn't be so pretty. Have you|thought any more about our conversation?
- Which one? There are so many.|- You know which one.
- Gladys, I DO have prospects.|- Look, it's Lord Roxton!
He's just come back from Africa.|Hunting elephants and tigers.
- Actually, tigers come from India.|- Pedantry is not a virtue, Edward.
- Will you be returning to Africa soon?|- I have no particular plans at present.
- Are you engaged to Lady Scarborough?|- You mustn't believe the newspapers.
Lord Roxton!|Was it terribly dangerous in the jungle?
The odd rogue elephant.
Nothing as alarming as a society|hostess with marriageable daughters.
- Come on, laddie!|- Sorry, Mr. McArdle.
Millions of years|before the first Angle, Celt or Saxon
set trepidatious foot on this sceptr'd isle,|those astonishing creatures,
to which we give the name dinosaurs,|cast their...
- Sir, you need a ticket!|- I have important scientific evidence.
Take your hands off me!
Thank you, gentlemen. You MAY let him go.
Despite appearances,|he isn't a burglar or pickpocket.
I see you're still having trouble|with your timekeeping, Professor Challenger.
What have you got there, Challenger?
The Professor and I were at Oxford together.|He was often late for lectures then, as well.
I was punctual if I thought|there was something worth hearing.
Do you mind?
- Mrs. Summerlee.|- George.
George Challenger.
A slapdash scientist|with an absurdly high opinion of himself.
Summerlee beat him to the Chair of Zoology.|He's never got over it.
When Professor Challenger is finally ready,|perhaps I might continue?
Carry on, Professor.
The very word dinosaur,|meaning "terrible reptile", tells us...
...this is a vertebra from a creature|known as "Iguanodon bernissartensis".
Behind me is an artist's impression|of the iguanodon,
which stood on its hind legs|in the manner of a kangaroo.
Oh, come on! A kangaroo?|Are you sure? Have you ever seen one?
Don't be absurd!|No one's ever seen a dinosaur.
The great size of these creatures|was paradoxically their weakness,
for the dinosaurs could not compete|with the smaller and more agile mammals.
Where's his proof?
The proof is that we are here and dinosaurs|are remarkably thin on the ground.
Professor Summerlee...
...I wonder if you would be kind enough|to identify something for me.
I will take questions at the end.
I'm sure you will.|Let's have a look at this first.
Now...
...what do you make of that?
It appears to be|a remarkably well-preserved fossil
of the forearm of a pterosaur,|a flying reptile of the Mesozoic period.
But it isn't a fossil, is it?
There's something up here.|Make sure you get all this down.
Must be a fake.
Clever, undoubtedly, but a fake.
This bone came from an animal...
...that died just two months ago.
Rubbish!
- This is genuine, Challenger?|- Yes.
I say that with authority.
- What authority?|- Because I shot it myself.
The pterosaur, far from being extinct,
is alive and well|and living in the Amazon rainforest.
This man is an attention-seeking charlatan!
Hear, hear!
I came here tonight to propose an expedition
to discover the lair of the pterosaur.
- This stunt is beneath even you, George.|- It's no stunt, Leo.
I should like to express my thanks|to Professor Challenger.
I've not been so well amused|since I read Professor Challenger's paper
on the possibility|of conveying mankind to the moon!
In a rocket!
Professor Challenger.|Professor Challenger!
What exactly is your proposal?
The nest of the pterosaurs is deep|in a dense and unchartered region of Brazil.
Sounds perilous.|I should very much like to join you.
Moreover, I am willing to cover|half the total costs incurred.
You can't!
- Can we look to science for the balance?|- You can look where you like,
but you won't get a penny from any|academic institution with which I am involved.
My name is Edward Malone.|I'm a reporter for The Gazette and...
...I should like to volunteer.
No newspapermen, thank you.|Anyone else?
Lord Brass, proprietor of The Gazette,|will match Lord Roxton's offer.
What?!
- In that case, you're in!|- Have you gone mad?
This might be the story of the century,|owned exclusively by The Gazette!
- Not if he's a raving lunatic.|- Then keep me on obituaries forever.
Never mind that, laddie.|You'll be writing your own.
Well, Leo. What do you say?|Why don't you join me?
Nothing on Earth would cause me|to risk my scholarly reputation
by taking part in your ludicrous hare-brained|wild-goose chase of an expedition!
Professor Challenger.|May we have a word? The London Times.
Of course.|What would you like to know?
- May I have your name, sir?|- Professor L Summerlee.
You really don't have to do this.|You have nothing to prove.
It's my responsibility to ensure|there's SOME proper science on this trip.
Lord Brass expects a handsome return|on his investment. Make sure he gets it.
I'll do my best, Mr. McArdle.
I should have sent Arkwright.|Well, you'll have to do.
Don't come back|without a front page, Malone.
I want a full accounting|of your expenses, down to the last penny!
- Lord Roxton. A few words, sir?|- No questions. Thank you.
Bye-bye.
Oh, hello. How sweet of you to come.
I do not expect to find dinosaurs, but I do|understand science is indigestible to people
unless dressed up in a colourful package.
Professor Challenger!|Do you really expect to see dinosaurs?
Ah, there's Mrs. Summerlee.|I won't be a moment.
Look after yourself, dear.
Kiss your father, children.
- Good luck, sir.|- Thank you. See you when we get back.
All ashore now!
I hope you know what you're doing, George.
- I'm awfully proud of you.|- Are you really?
Of course. After all, I expect there'll|be poisonous snakes and hostile natives,
and all sorts of terrible dangers, won't there?
- Yes, I suppose.|- Good. Or what would be the point in going?
One word, Gladys,|and I'd stay here with you.
- Edward, you would hate yourself!|- Not necessarily.
Give me your answer.
Edward, you are awfully sweet,|but ever since I was a little girl,
I've always promised myself that|the man I married would be the heroic type.
Good luck, Roxton.
That's quite enough, young man!|Gladys...
Huh!
- Good luck, Challenger.|- Illingworth.
That young man is very forward.|It's just as well he's going abroad.
Pretty girl.
Yes, my fianc ée, Gladys.
8-calibre. Pistol grip to stock.
Nitro-express cartridge,|firing a charge of 12 drams.
- It'll knock down a charging bull elephant.|- There are no elephants in Brazil.
I know. But it doesn't hurt to be prepared.
Tell me, Mr Malone.
Have you ever been close enough to a really|dangerous wild animal to stare into its eyes?
I assume not. Shall I tell you|what you see there? Your own death.
An uncomfortable experience.
On the contrary, it's profoundly stimulating.|You might want to get that down.
Gentlemen. If you please.
- Time to reveal our destination.|- Why did you have to be so secretive?
- He didn't trust us to keep our mouths shut.|- Yes.
Mr Malone has kindly agreed to keep|an accurate record of our progress.
Now... this is roughly|where I shot the pterosaur.
It's right on the edge|of the unexplored regions.
When I got back, I found this account|of a Portuguese expedition
that went to the same region in 1649.
Only one man returned,|Father Luis Mendoz.
When they found him in the jungle,|it was assumed he was mad.
So we're going to be following a map|drawn up by a lunatic!
- He was raving about dragons.|- Dinosaurs.
Exactly.
Now, according to Luis Mendoz,
there's a remote plateau|in the middle of the unmapped territory.
He says there's a cave system|leading right the way up to the summit.
- His claim makes perfect sense.|- Why?
For a pterosaur or any other|prehistoric creature to have survived,
it must have been isolated from|the mainstream of evolutionary development.
Where do you propose we start|our search for this mythical plateau?
- It wasn't mythical to Padre Mendoz!|- How very reassuring.
Your mind is as fossilised|as the exhibits in your precious museums!
- How dare you!|- Gentlemen! Please.
There's a small mission|about a week's journey upriver.
It's run by a Reverend Theo Kerr.
A Theo Kerr wrote a very silly book|condemning Darwin.
- It's the same man.|- Oh, splendid.
"Dear Mr McArdle, herewith|my first dispatch, together with expenses."
"Notwithstanding our agreement|that you would rewrite my accounts,
I have tried to embrace a style|which will appeal to Gazette readers."
"After an uneventful journey|of some seven weeks,
we find ourselves in the upper reaches|of the mighty Amazon river,
the greatest river in South America,|if not the world."
"The greatest river in South America,|if not the world."
"The mission station,|which is our present destination,
will provide the last chance to savour|the comforts of the civilised world."
"And beyond that lies the hardships|and the terrors of the unknown."
- If she's a missionary, I'll be a heathen.|- Sh!
Professor Challenger? Agnes Cluny.|My uncle and I have been expecting you.
He went downriver for supplies.|He should be back today.
These are my colleagues. Lord Roxton.
- How do you do?|- Hello.
- Mr Malone.|- Hello.
And Professor Summerlee.
This way.
- This is Samuel, the lead bearer.|- Pleased to meat you.
He wants to know|which direction you're headed.
Ten days due north.
- Something wrong?|- The Indians say there are bad spirits there.
Ah, well. He may find this|more powerful than "curipuri".
Yes?
Ah, no. That to go. This to come back.
What did you tell him?
That their wives will not thank them|if they refuse the work.
I'll take that.
Little Miss Muffet, she sat on a tuffet|eating her curds and whey. Along came a...
What ARE you on about?
Stay still!
The tarantula|can give a nasty bite if provoked.
- Ugly brute, isn't it?|- I think they're fascinating.
- Roxton, take charge here, will you?|- Just coming, Professor.
I was born here. My parents were botanists.
They died in an accident on the river|when I was five.
My uncle... I call Theo my uncle.|He was a good friend of my parents.
He brought me up.
They built this church.
In your letter you didn't say|exactly why you were coming here.
- Of course, it's none of my business.|- No, no.
It would be unfair to enjoy your hospitality|and not tell you the truth.
- But you might find it hard to believe.|- You wouldn't be alone in that regard.
Pastor Theo! Pastor Theo!
Professor Challenger, I presume?
Do you like opera, Miss Cluny?
It must be wonderful to see one.
Regarding Mendoz,|I've heard stories about him.
He was... oh, yes...
...quite mad.
- This "curipuri", what is that?|- Superstition.
Curipuri are the bad spirits|that haunt a man's dreams.
Sometimes they take the shape|of great birds or lizards.
You hear that, Leo?
You'll not find any dinosaurs|around here, gentlemen.
You're quite right to be sceptical, Reverend.
The Dinosauria became extinct|over sixty million years ago.
Sixty million years.|My goodness, a long time.
No. The Earth|is only 6,000 years old.
The calculation can easily be made|from the biblical evidence.
Do these calculations|take fossils into account?
Of course.
Fossils are the remains of creatures|that were deposited after the great flood.
The ones that didn't make it|into the ark, I suppose !
I have to see to the lamps.|Goodnight, everyone.
I think I'll turn in, too. Goodnight.
I am aware, Professor,|that you disagree with my views.
But your theory of evolution|makes no sense to me.
- More than creating the world in seven days.|- Six. God rested on the seventh.
Thank you for not laughing at my uncle.
I don't share his beliefs but I respect his faith.
I have some difficulty|with Mr Darwin's monkeys myself.
So many beautiful things|are hidden away in remote places.
I suppose that must be|the attraction for a scientist,
to discover one of those beautiful things.
But the Bible is not a textbook!
- No, it's the word of God.|- It is no basis for serious science.
- You would replace God with man?|- And you'd replace science with twaddle?
- Goodnight, gentlemen.|Goodnight, Reverend.
Lord Roxton?|I wonder if I might have a word?
Should you be flirting with her?|- Was I flirting? And what if I was?
- She's young.|- Not much younger than you.
'She's been brought up in the jungle.'
- She has no idea of men and women.|- The birds and the bees.
I'm sure she's familiar with them,|not to mention every other biting insect.
But it IS obvious that socially|she's a little...
- Well, backward.|- Edward, grateful as I am for this chat,
and for your advice, but perhaps in future|you'd like to mind your own damn business!
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
- Agnes has just asked if she can join us.|- No, no, no.
She'd be very useful. She's an expert in local|medicines and speaks the Indian dialect.
Taking a woman on an expedition|is a bad idea.
Men can rub along and rough it together.|Women have different needs.
She's lived here all her life.|She'll be less of a liability than Mr Malone.
I agree with Lord Roxton.|- So do I. We're entering into the unknown.
It's no place for women.
My niece tells me she has offered|to go with you on your expedition.
- Yes, we've just been discussing it.|- I cannot allow it.
Agnes has been with me|since her parents died.
She's everything to me.
Oh, Agnes.
I was just talking to Professor Challenger,|and he's agreed...
Why don't we ask Miss Agnes|what SHE wants to do?
George...
We can't watch these people go off|into the jungle and not offer them our help.
Is it charity or your own ambition|that makes you want to go?
Does the Psalm not say,|"The Lord careth for the strangers"?
Don't worry, Reverend.|We'll get her back safely.
"Six days upriver, we enter territory|where native tribes are beyond the reach
even of Christian missionaries."
"We have been joined in our endeavours|by Miss Agnes Cluny,
the Reverend Theo Kerr's niece."
"Her reasons for taking part|in our expedition are not altogether clear."
"Our readers may be interested to know|she has adapted to the rigours of jungle life
by wearing trousers at all times,|even at dinner!"
"Professor Challenger is in his element."
"Nothing will divert his single-minded|determination to achieve our goal,
not even 'amahuaca cannibals',|as he casually named them."
"Fortunately, they don't seem|TOO interested in us... yet."
- You suck the insect into the bag.|- I know how to use it, thank you.
Really? I thought you might have forgotten.
It's been a long time|since you've done any REAL science!
Is there coffee in that pot?
- Yes.|- Jolly good.
Coffee?
Thank you.
"A hundred miles upstream from the mission,|we find the secret tributary
along which Professor Challenger|returned on his previous journey."
"His 'private gate into the unknown',|as he called it."
"The drums that had worried us earlier|have started again, much closer now."
"Their menace is reflected|on the faces of our Indian bearers."
"We ARE being watched."
I was wondering whether you might have|a remedy for these biting insects.
Mmm.
You get these leaves...
Yeah.
...and crush them, and mix them with urine.
What, my own? Yes...
Yes.
Rub it into your skin.|You'll find it quite effective.
Thank you.
"Our canoes hidden, we continue on foot,
our trusty bearers taking the greater|burden of the expedition's equipment."
"As we get further from civilisation,|I am grateful to Miss Cluny
for sharing with me the quaint and often|surprising folk remedies of the jungle."
Pwoar!
- What are they talking about?|- Curipuri. They don't like it here.
Um... Professor Challenger?|I think you'd better look at this.
Stay in the camp. Stay in the camp!
What is this?|Some kind of tribal fetish, or what?
I don't know.
Where are you going?
Don't be ridiculous. Come back!
Don't expect to be paid!
Pah!
Look at all this stuff. This is ludicrous!|How far can we go without bearers?
As far as we have to.
Quiet. Someone's coming.
Uncle?
You people have been making good time.|I've been tracking you for days.
Ah. How are you doing?
I hope you don't mind.|I wanted to join you, but perhaps it's too late.
- We've had some trouble.|- Yes, I passed the Indians.
I tried to reason with them,|but they're a very superstitious people.
What can you do? Nothing.
- Go back, I guess.|- Oh, no.
We go on, without bearers.
- Which way are you headed?|- Due north.
May I suggest you turn north-east?|I think you'll find the going easier.
According to Mendoz's map,|the plateau lies due north, there.
I myself have penetrated|some little ways into this jungle.
It's not easy going.
In a couple of days you CAN turn back north.
North-east. Very well.
"You may be surprised how superstition|can influence the uncivilised mind;
how a crude effigy of sticks and bones
can send natives|screaming hysterically into the night."
"It is fortuitous that|the Reverend Kerr should turn up
just when we had been abandoned|by our timid bearers."
"The way north must be arduous indeed|if this is easy by comparison."
- I can take something if you like.|- It's been a while since I had a rucksack.
"After three days, we reach a river|and our progress improves dramatically."
Miss Cluny, do you think|there are piranha in these waters?
Piranha aren't dangerous. That's a myth.
- It's the snakes you have to watch.|- That's right.
One bite from a coral snake|and you're dead in seconds.
Not necessarily. A young man in good health|might live for up to a minute!
I shouldn't worry, Mr Malone.
Coral snakes are far more frightened of us.
Keep VERY still.
Oh, my God!
Out of the water!|Not you, Edward. Don't move!
Keep calm, Edward!
It's the bag. There's something in the bag.|Drop the bag, Edward.
Ah!
- Get rid of the bag!|- What?
Urgh! Ah!
It's all right. It's all right.
- What the hell was in it?|- Some insect specimens.
New species, as far as I could see.|I'm most disappointed to have lost them.
You should be more careful. It was probably|those insects that attracted the snakes.
I hardly think so.
Puzzling.
He's a... very determined man, isn't he?
I can think of other words that describe him.
- Are you all right?|- Yes. Thank you.
- Can I see?|- Please do.
Everything in this place wants to eat me.
- These are REALLY good.|- Thank you.
It must be strange for you,|living at the mission.
- It's all I've ever known.|- No, I mean being so far from civilisation.
Perhaps we are not as uncivilised|as you think, Mr Malone.
At the mission I can have any books I want.
My uncle has his gramophone.
Perhaps we're not as|"socially backward" as you imagine.
"We never did discover what it was|that so attracted the coral snakes,
let alone how it came|to be in Professor Summerlee's bag."
# Take me back to London, #|# quickly as you can. #
# Oh, Mr Porter, #|# what a silly girl I am. #
- Must you sing?|- Yes. It keeps the spirits up.
It has the opposite effect on me.
Lord Roxton? May I borrow your pistol?
- There's something that needs shooting.|- With pleasure.
Professor!
The plateau!
Right where Mendoz's map said it would be!
- Congratulations.|- Thank you.
"Our efforts have been rewarded.|The memory all of our difficulties fades away
as we gaze at the grandeur|of this magnificent sight."
"We had placed our trust|in Padre Mendoz and his map,
and once again he has proved sound."
"There IS a cave system,|exactly as he claimed."
"Thank the Lord, for without it
the towering cliff face|would be insurmountable."
Watch your heads, everybody.
Leo.
Look at this!
- Look, it's an iguanodon!|- Nonsense. Iguanodon went on two legs.
Oh, yes, that's right. Just like a kangaroo.
God! The limitations|of the encyclopaedic mind!
Through here.
Nothing here.
Damn!
- What is it?|- I'm afraid the cave's blocked.
This was the only route to take us up.
Look at this.
Powder marks. I think it's been blasted.
Blasted? Why would somebody do that?
- What now, Professor?|- We have no choice.
We have to continue around the base|of the plateau until we DO find a way up.
Ooh.
What a little beauty!
Come and see what I've got!
Coming, Professor?
Whatever it is, I've probably seen it|a hundred times already.
- An atlas moth.|{y:i}- Attacus atlas.
- Beautiful, isn't it?|- Beautiful.
It's your expedition, Professor,|but if it was me...
I would want to get my people home|before any serious harm came to them.
Everyone is here of their own free will.
Pterosaur. It's a pterosaur!
Challenger! Look, an atlas moth.
What is it?|Where's the pig?
What have you done with our dinner?
A real-life pterosaur just swooped off|with our dinner, and you bring me a moth!
- What?|- Really? Where?
Beautiful!
Reverend?
It MUST have been a vulture.
Since when do vultures snatch roasting pigs|from spits? It was a pterosaur, damn it!
The Amazon vulture is a VERY big bird,|and in the dark...
Will you deny the evidence|of your own eyes?
It was reptilian.|It didn't have a bloody feather on it!
This is absurd! We've|walked nearly halfway round this plateau.
Our supplies are getting dangerously low.
And just look at these cliffs!|There's no way up.
I will NOT be dragged around any further|on this wild-goose chase!
Professor Summerlee is right.|Our supplies are very low.
We should go back while we can.
"Just as the rigours of the expedition|were taking their toll,
Professor Challenger spotted|what seemed to be a route to the summit."
"Though weak from hunger and exhaustion,|we applied ourselves to the ascent."
Well done, professors.|Not much further.
Come on, Edward.
Don't take it too high!
We are going to need all the length.
Yes! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
Perfect! Ha!
Ladies and gentlemen,|I now declare this bridge open!
All right, all ready.|Start crossing.
After you, George.
I'm... I'm forgetting my manners.|Ladies first.
Ready.
Agnes, don't go.
It's all right, Uncle.
- Don't!|- It's quite safe.
Come across. I promise it's safe.
You're doing very well.
Steady.
Well done!
All right?
Almost there.
We've come this far. Just don't look down.
- Oh, thank you. Thank you.|- Well done, Professor.
Get his pack off.
Ready, Professor?
See, it's easy. Easy as falling off a log.
Oh-oh-oh!
No!
Ah!
Hold on!
Don't look down!
I'm OK.
- Sorry about that.|- Not to worry.
- All right? One step at a time.|- OK.
Well, come on, Reverend.|It's perfectly safe.
Reverend?
What's happening?
What are you doing, man?
Stop that!
Reverend, no. For God's sake!
Agnes, no!
This place belongs to the Devil.|It is not part of God's kingdom.
- Reverend!|- Uncle! Stop that, please!
You entered the Devil's country.
- Reverend!|- He's mad!
Urgh!
- Roxton!|- Have you got it?
Are you all right? Just hold on!
Yes, indeed.
Give me your hand.|Give me your hand.
"We had achieved our goal,|but at what cost?"
"There is now little hope of return."
"Nothing, however, can dampen the|professors' enthusiasm for this new land."
These plants, Challenger - it's not possible!
Have you ever seen|this type of redwood and tree fern together?
Of course not. They shouldn't even|be growing in the same hemisphere.
- My uncle's a good man and he loves me.|- He has an odd way of showing it.
He was behind that curipuri nonsense and|it's clear he doesn't want us to come back.
And he doesn't expect us to.
- Are you all right, Miss Cluny?|- Fine, thank you.
I'll go and see|if I can find some water, shall I?
- Take a gun.|- Right.
- May I?|- Be my guest.
What do you think of that?|Is that an orchid?
I don't know.
- Keep warm.|- Thank you.
Figaro.
Try this one. Come on.
Good boy!
Where are you going?|Where are you going?
Figaro!
Professor!
Dear God, it can't be!|An iguanodon.
Without a shadow of a doubt.
No, no.
We're perfectly safe. It's a herbivore.
Agnes, come here.
Leo, do you see the way it moves?|On four legs.
- But we know it moved on two.|- We?
You were guessing and you know it!
Have you ever seen anything|so remarkable before?
Beautiful. It's quite beautiful.
All my life, I never thought...|I never dreamed.
I know, Leo.
I know.
- What will you tell your readers, Mr Malone?|- I haven't the faintest idea.
- Look at this little brute.|- Oh, my God. You shot Figaro!
- Figaro?|- It'll keep us going for a couple of days.
- We eat him?|- I wasn't going to have him stuffed.
- I can't say it looks appetising.|- I've had worse at school.
- Let's have a look.|- Any sign of differentiation?
Should roast nicely.
Figaro!
Good Lord.|There's another one!
Hay!
Obviously he enjoys your writing,|Mr Malone.
"There are men of whom it can be said|they can charm birds from the treas."
"But not so many, I think,|that can charm a dinosaur."
"With our base camp established,
Professor Challenger is determined|to explore this extraordinary landscape."
Sh!
What the hell are those?
We've found it.|Leo, the lair of the pterosaurs!
My case rests, I think.
They are huge.|Their wingspans, about 15 feet.
When we get back to London, Leo,
remind me to invite|the Board of the Royal Society
to eat their hats!
What do you make of that?
They're feeding their young.
Altricial behaviour|from reptiles. That's astonishing!
- Have a look.|- It IS astonishing.
Leo, get down!
No human being has seen such things.
It's like opening a window|on the beginning of time.
Leo, come on. Run!
Professor, come on!
Run, everybody. Run!
Malone,|don't just stand there. Help him, man!
Come on!
Edward, fire your bloody pistol!
Urgh! Urgh!
Fire it! Not at us.
Give it to me. Take the rifle.|Get him to the woods.
Everyone armed from now on.|We have to get out of here.
- Easily said, Professor.|- You must rest, Professor.
- Anything else I can do?|- Not for the moment.
You've been in a few scrapes, Roxton.
Have you ever been|in a situation worse than this?
Well, let me see.
No.
No, I can safely say this is the least|promising setup I have ever encountered.
We have no way down off the plateau,|and thanks to your insistence on secrecy,
the only person who knows where we are|seems happy to let us die here.
Well, there's no need|to be so cheerful about it.
Life is a game, Professor.|My philosophy is to play it to the full.
In any case, does our fate matter so much?
I feel sorry for Summerlee. He has a family.
Edward has his Gladys.
Agnes...
...the world always misses a pretty girl.
But you and me, Professor...
...who'll miss us?
Would you like some?
No, no, no, no! This is my responsibility.
I got these people up here|and I intend to get them down again.
Well said, Professor.|After all, we're not finished yet.
Ah!
Get a gun!
- How is he?|- I'm all right.
I'm sure you are, Professor.|You're in good hands.
- What was that thing that attacked us?|- It was an allosaur.
Bony ridges and crests above the eyes,|unmistakable.
One of the most vicious predators|imaginable. It's a creature from hell.
Anything to report?
Dinosaurs!
- Lots of them.|- Any like last night?
No. Er... they're more like|the harmless one - the ig... the ig...
- The iguanodon.|- Yes!
And there's a lake that's not too far.
- How big?|- Ah. Er... Windermere?
Good. Fresh water.
There must be another way down|from this plateau.
- There must be.|- We'll get you home, Leo.
In the meantime, think of|the wonderful opportunities for research.
This is your fault. It's your vanity and|pigheadedness that has stranded us here.
- I was only seeking the truth!|- What use is the truth when we're all dead?
I'm coming down!
AHH!
Ugh!
Are you all right?
- All right?|- Yes.
- Sure?|- Yes.
- What were those things?|- Some kind of ape or orang-utan.
- No, they looked almost human.|- Human?
Come on, we'd better keep moving.
Hmm. Fresh water.
At least we won't die of thirst.
You saw the lake first, Mr Malone.|It's only fair you should name it.
Gladys.
Lake Gladys.
Lake Gladys?
I think that's very romantic.
Yes, it is, very.
Lake Gladys? Oh, she'll be very proud.
Don't worry, they'll find us.
This is as good a place as any.
- Right, dinner.|- Warm-blooded if possible.
Did you know Lord Roxton well - in London?
Only through the gossip columns.|He has quite a reputation.
Oh.
- What kind of reputation?|- Women.
Oh.
Look, you shouldn't take him seriously.|I mean, if he flirts with you.
He flirts with every woman he meets.|It doesn't mean anything.
He's not serious when it comes to women,|and the KIND of women that he usually...
I know what you mean. Why would he|look at a girl who lives in the jungle?
- You're wrong, because he does.|- Be quiet!
- Shut up!|- How dare you?
Oh!
Run!
Hurry!
- I'm all right.|- Come on!
Go! Go!
Edward, get up! Run!
Wah!
Go! Go!
- Go!|- It's too fast.
Come on. Come on!
I think we lost him.
No, we haven't!
Hurry!
Ah!
Move, Agnes!
Stay there!
Now!
Through here.
Well, that was distinctly uncomfortable.
"Gazette man narrowly escapes death|after struggle with dinosaur."
"Chucked in the stinking pit of death,|they faced the creature that time forgot."
- You should write for the press.|- I read a lot of bad novels.
- It's my ambition to write them.|- I'm sure you'd be very good at it.
- You were very brave.|- We'd have been lost without the trap.
Yes.
But who on Earth dug it?
Probably dinner.
We should get the guns.
Edward.
Blood.
No!
I thought they'd got you, too.
- Who?|- Those things from the forest.
- You're bleeding!|- I'm fine. They caught us by surprise.
- They've taken the professors.|- What?
- Why would they take them?|- I don't know.
Use this at close range,|you're bound to hit something. All right?
You'd better hurry up|if we're going to pick up this trail.
Look! Canoes, on the lake!
Get down.
They're coming this way.|We should go.
Hold on. Indians, up here on the plateau.|They could help us.
What if they're hostile?|The professors might not last that long.
Get off. Stop that!
Stop it!
Challenger!
I see a cross. They might be Christian.
Yes, or they've robbed|and murdered a passing missionary.
They've seen our bags.
They're speaking an Indian dialect|but there's words of Portuguese.
Urgh!
- I'm going to try and talk with them.|- Agnes!
{y:i}Death to the Ape Men!
{y:i}Friends.
{y:i}We are friends.
Don't shoot!
{y:i}Who are you?
{y:i}We are from the lands below.
{y:i}We need help.
{y:i}Have you seen a woman like this?
{y:i}Look at her clothes!
Whoever killed the apeman is their friend.
Tell him I killed him,|that I can kill many more with this.
They resemble pithecanthropus,|don't you think?
The brow ridges and the line of the jaw.
The cranium is much larger|than one would expect.
Undoubtedly. They're quite unique.
Yes, I shall name them|"Pithecanthropus challengeris".
Unless you have any objections, Leo.
Just be quiet.|For once in your life, just shut up!
Quite beautiful!
There's humans on the plateau.
Stop that. Stop it!
My God!
You know, George, I've always envied you.|It's scientists like you who are remembered.
Bloody-minded mavericks,|not plodders like me.
Without plodders, Leo,|we'd all be wasting our time.
Hmm.
I envy you, as well.
You have Hilda, your family.
I've spent my whole life|coming home to an empty house.
It's hard to bear the thought|of never seeing the children again.
But for me, you'd be|at home with them. NO! Leo. NO!
{y:i}This way.
No. No! No!
No! Leo!
God help me!
NO!
Oh, my God! No!
- Stop shooting, John. Please!|- Hold your fire now.
Somebody do something!
That's enough!
They're dangerous animals.|They need finishing off.
John, this is a new species.|They MUST be preserved. Please!
It must stop.
Stop it now!
{y:i}Stop now!
{y:i}Stop!
"Brutal and cruel as these|strange half-human animals were,
perhaps our own behaviour to them|was barely less savage."
"Yet how could any of us|criticize Lord Roxton
when the professors have been saved|from such a terrible death?"
"We are consoled by the thought that some|of these creatures have been spared."
I hope I didn't strike a sentimental note|back there in the camp.
Not at all, Leo.
You know, there's no one else|I'd rather be on a cannibal's menu with.
"On the far side of the lake|above the tree-line lies the Indian village."
"Here the Indians can more easily|protect themselves
from attack by carnivorous dinosaurs."
"It appears we have rescued|none other than the son of the chief,
and with this piece of good fortune, for the|first time in days, our spirits begin to lift."
{y:i}Achille.
{y:i}I feared you were dead.
{y:i}Father, Padre Mendoz has returned to us.
Clearly, these people recognise|natural authority when they see it!
He really is intolerable.
Padre Mendoz.
He and his daughter|thank you for bringing back his son.
They keep calling you Padre Mendoz.
- Why?|- I don't know.
{y:i}We have triumphed over our enemies!
{y:i}We need not fear the Ape Men any more!
{y:i}We shall kill them now...
{y:i}...and clear the forest forever of their stink.
{y:i}They must die!
"The Conversion of the Savages|to the Ways of Christ",
by our old friend, Father Luis Mendoz.
Handsome chap, hmm?
Father Mendoz is "the father|who watches over them".
The stories tell of how he left them|but they always knew he'd come back.
- Their ancestors found white men.|- The survivors of the Portuguese expedition.
They were nearly dead.
Their people brought them here,|and they married women from the tribe.
Ask him how they got up here.
- The way down is no longer open to them.|- What does he mean, "no longer open"?
When he was a child,|a man came and lived with them.
- They didn't realise he was the Devil.|- The Devil?
May I?
Um... The Devil left|and blocked the cave to punish them.
This is the other end of the cave|we found at the bottom.
If the Devil did block this cave,|he was familiar with explosives.
You see, Leo,
nature doesn't always extinguish|one species while another evolves.
This plateau has a unique balance
that somehow allows the apemen and|the Indians AND the dinosaurs to co-exist.
- Now, that is fascinating, isn't it?|- Undoubtedly.
And I look forward to returning with|a properly-equipped expedition to study it.
For now, I'm more concerned with|how we're going to get down from here.
Marea.
Mary.
Your name is Mary... Marea.
John.
John.
Agnes, please tell Marea|the food is wonderful.
It's a long time since I've tasted|such splendid cooking.
She says to thank you for the compliment,
but she doesn't cook the food. She kills it.
The women in this tribe hunt and fight|with the men until they are married.
The women in this tribe hunt and fight|with the men until they are married.
The women in this tribe hunt and fight|with the men until they are married.
The village is a natural fortress. So why|stray to the apemen's side of the lake?
For food?
Look. They have security here|but very little else.
- They have to hunt down in the forest.|- That must be dangerous.
Their life is dangerous.
Ah!
Thank you. Very much.
You love all this attention, don't you?
You're only jealous|because you're not a god!
I meant what I said, George.|I want to go home.
What's happening, Agnes?
He says tomorrow the apemen|will be killed in front of the whole tribe.
They carry an evil spirit.
This one is to be slaughtered|in Lord Roxton's honour.
Tell them it's very hospitable,|but not to trouble themselves on my account.
No one will be killed. No one!|Make that absolutely clear, Agnes.
He says they must die.|Letting them live would bring disaster.
- I forbid it!|- I'm not sure we should interfere.
These creatures are unique, a clear|missing link between animal and human,
evolution made flesh.|We must get the chance to study them.
- But then what?|- We return them to their own environment.
The killing MUST stop. Is that clear?
{y:i}Padre Mendoz has spoken.
- You've humiliated the son of the chief.|- Isn't it better than watch him kill it?
You can't just change a whole way of life.
Perhaps not,|but I CAN save these unfortunates.
For now, possibly.
You may think me heartless, Agnes, but I...
...see no point in being sentimental.
If we weren't here, these... er, things,|whatever they are, would be dead by now.
But we ARE here.
I don't think they would thank you|for your compassion.
All these animals you hunt...|Do you never feel pity for them?
No. No more than they would for me.
But animals have no morality, only instinct.|You are a human being. You have a choice.
Forgive me, but perhaps|you don't understand the cruelty of nature.
Perhaps not.
But I am beginning|to understand you, Lord Roxton.
- I think you've hurt his feelings.|- I doubt it.
He's behaving in the only way he knows.
You have to admit|he has got us through quite a lot.
I'm not ungrateful, it's just perhaps|he isn't quite the man I thought he was.
"And so began our time in the village."
"From its safety,|we looked down on a prehistoric world
where beauty and cruelty|so often seemed to exist side by side."
Puff?
"Professor Challenger relishes|his divine status amongst the Indians
and looks forward|to taking his place in the history books,
ignoring the small matter of how|we shall actually return to civilisation."
"Professor Summerlee,|by contrast, thinks of little else,
and devises ever more|ingenious methods of escape."
"He seems grateful|for my help in his efforts."
"Lord Roxton is most at home here, and the|Indians recognise him as one of their own,
a hunter amongst warriors."
"Only the presence of the apemen|disturbs the tranquillity of the village,
but as long as they enjoy Professor|Challenger's protection, they are safe."
Yah!
{y:i}Roxton is a great hunter.
Very simple.
"As the days turn to weeks,
we make the best of our enforced stay|in this extraordinary land."
"Truly there is no end|to the marvels of this place."
{y:i}Have you chosen this man?
{y:i}If you approve.
{y:i}He is a fine hunter|{y:i}and worthy of my daughter.
The heart. Thank you. Thank you.
{y:i}I give you my heart too.
I wish I knew what you were saying.
What is that dreadful stench?
Pterosaur guano!
I've been knee-deep in it all day.
Look, Edward,|they're burying the poor thing.
Leo.
Come here.
I believe they're digging a grave.|Do you see it?
- Fascinating.|- And look at the flowers.
This is another example of ritual|in these creatures.
- George, what on Earth are you doing?|- Observing.
- Hello.|- Hello.
I'd be flattered|if someone named a lake after me.
I sometimes wonder|if I'll ever see Gladys again.
Tell me about her.
She has the bluest, bluest eyes,
the sweetest little mouth,
and everything about her is neat,
delicate.
Very small hands, tiny little feat.
Is she a midget, then?
Sorry.
- I suppose she's very ladylike.|- Well, yes.
At the mission, sometimes the boats brought|fashionable magazines from England.
Months out of date, of course.
They'd have articles on flirting|and how to be popular.
But my uncle was the only one around|so I never got to practise.
- What... what are you doing?|- I'm going for a swim in your fianc ée's lake.
Come on!
Uh! It's colder than it looks!
Ooh! Ooh!
# With a cat-like tread, #|# upon our way we steal #
# In silence dread #|# Across the spray we feel #
It's so beautiful here.
Would you mind staying so much|if it wasn't for Gladys?
Probably not.
Oh, drat!
{y:i}Father, let me kill them now.
{y:i}Achille, no.
{y:i}Let me kill them.
- Can't you shut them up?|- How would I do that?
It's spooking the Indians. They don't|understand why you're protecting them.
{y:i}Padre Mendoz is wrong!
{y:i}Shut up, I forbid it!
- Not long ago, they were trying to eat you.|- I was a source of protein.
Ed... Edward!
The village!
{y:i}Shut up!
- Leave them alone.|- Don't interfere, for God's sake!
Thank heaven for that!
{y:i}Man-killer! Run!
{y:i}Man-killer! Get your weapons!
{y:i}Run! Run!
- They were calling them.|- Yes, they were calling them!
Do you see what you've done?
Your meddling could have destroyed|this village. I hope you know that.
- What are you doing?|- Do you have your knife?
Agnes, Edward. Get out of there!
Let's get you out of here.
- John, give me your knife!|- Leave them.
Just give me the knife!
Other side!
Come on.
Why don't they move?
Run! Run!
Now is surely the time for the elephant gun.
Marea!
Come on.
Watch out!
It's up to you now, Edward.|You can do it.
Not yet.
For God's sake! I said not yet.|Other barrel.
Wait!
Fire now.
Fire, Edward.
Shoot the bloody thing!
You're not bad.|- Is anybody hurt?
Well done!
Are you all right?
Well done.
Dirty work.
What now?
I've cleared the debris from the cave.|We're through. We can leave!
Elementary chemistry. But together, of|course, they make a very effective explosive.
I had no idea it would work.|I'm a palaeontologist, not a mining engineer.
I remembered reading|about the Kimberly diamond mines
and how they used a small charge|to clear blockages.
Charcoal and guano! Ha!
Oh. What happened here?
{y:i}You were right my son.
- I don't think we're safe here any more.|- Right. Wait here.
{y:i}The white men have brought|{y:i}death and destruction.
{y:i}Achille, they are not to blame.
Can't leave you behind.
{y:i}He is not Padre Mendoz.
{y:i}He is the devil!
- Marea, come with me.|- Come on!
Marea!
John!
Don't move him!
Go ahead.
I'll take my chances here. I'll cover you.
- Go!|- Come on.
- We can't...|- We've no choice. Come on!
{y:i}Achille, stop!
Sorry, old chap,
you have to let them go.
Hurry.
This way!
Oh, thank God!|We're back in the REAL world.
We've got some way to go yet, Leo,|before we're home.
We'll have to move on.
I don't know how long|Roxton can hold them back up there.
...and a time to die...|- Uncle!
Agnes?
Agnes.
Heh!
Yes... it's me.
Careful.
- It's all right. We're safe now.|Yes. No thanks to you.
- It was the apemen, wasn't it?|- God created man in his own image.
In the image of God, He created him.|They are not human. How could they be?
That's why you stranded us there, and why|you blow the cave up all those years ago.
Uncle, you must come back with us|to the mission.
No, I must stay here. God has spoken to me.
I mustn't let anyone find that place again.
You can't seal off the truth|as easily as you sealed off the cave!
The Devil made that place.|It is no part of God's kingdom!
Reverend, listen to me.|You have to come back with us.
No one's... no one's coming back.
- The man's deranged!|- Bonkers!
"And he breathed into his nostrils|the breath of life."
- "And man became a living soul."|- For God's sake!
I have seen my work ruined, been attacked|by dinosaurs, almost eaten by apemen.
Now I am going home to my family|and YOU are not going to stop me!
LEO!
Let go!
Leo.
Thirty years...
...is a long time to live...
...with doubt.
Will God forgive me?
He's a merciful god, isn't he?
"We buried Reverend Kerr|at the foot of the plateau
and delayed our departure for as long as|we dared in the hope of Roxton's escape."
"Alas, our wait was in vain,
and with heavy hearts|we began our long journey home."
We'll rest here for a while.
We MUST get on!
Agnes, I am SO sorry.
That wasn't my uncle back there...
...not the man I knew.
He died for his beliefs,|one must acknowledge that.
Professor.
I think I can announce|we are about to be rescued.
"The Challenger Expedition"?
Be careful with that box!
Be very, very careful.
It is EXTREMELY fragile.
Over here!
- Professor Challenger!|- A word for the press, sir?
Congratulations, sir. The world is wild with|curiosity since the arrival of your dispatches.
Gentlemen, my colleagues and I are under|exclusive contract to The Daily Gazette.
You look thin. You haven't been eating well.
- Not terribly well.|- I feared as much.
I've asked cook to prepare toad-in-the-hole|followed by steamed treacle pudding.
In all the years we've been married,|you haven't said anything more delightful!
Children! How you've grown.
Congratulations!
Well done!
Hadn't you better go?|You must be desperate to see her.
Yes.
Yes.
- Goodbye, then.|- Goodbye.
Thanks.
Agnes.
Malone! Capital work, laddie.|Arkwright himself couldn't have done better.
Lord Brass says|it's the most exciting thing he's ever read!
- Thank you, Mr McArdle.|- Call me Horatio!
You must be Agnes. I'm Hilda Summerlee.
- Nice to meat you.|- Very nice to meat you.
El Dorado! And I'm not just talking|about the newspapers.
No expense will be spared|to bring these creatures over here.
This will be the biggest thing|since Buffalo Bill came to Earls Court.
- Professor Challenger won't agree to this.|- We don't need his permission.
- Come on! Lord Brass wants to meat you.|- There's someone I must see.
Very well. Then I'll see you|at the Professor's lecture.
Thanks very much, sir.
Edward.
- You should have said you were coming.|- I wanted to surprise you.
You certainly have.
- I thought you might have been at the docks.|- I couldn't make it.
Edward, this is Mr Arthur Hare.
Arthur, this is Edward Malone.
I've been following your exploits with|the Challenger expedition in The Gazette.
How magnificent!
- You must be very brave.|- Not especially.
Forgive me, might it be possible for me to|have a moment alone with Miss Illingworth?
I'm not sure that would be appropriate,|what with Gladys being my fianc ée.
- Fianc ée?|- Indeed.
Are you going to congratulate us?
- This is a little sudden.|- It was a whirlwind romance.
I... I... swept her away.
- I named a lake after you.|- A lake? That was very sweet.
- Congratulations, Mr Hare.|- Thank you.
You are indeed a very lucky man.
Ah...
You seem to be taking this|very well, Edward, but...
Promise me you won't do anything rash.
I promise.
Gladys, I wish you all the happiness|in the world. I really do.
And thank you.
Mr Hare, would you describe yourself|as the heroic type?
Heroic? Me - Lord, no.
More the solid, plodding, boring sort.
Still, it seems to be what Gladys wants.
Professor!
- Why is it "The Challenger Expedition"?|- Have you seen Agnes?
Agnes. I don't think she's coming.|She's finding London crowds a little daunting.
- What IS in that damned box?|- You'll see.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Not so very long ago,|I stood in this same hall
and announced that creatures once thought|to have been extinct for millions of years
still roamed the Earth.
Well, I was branded a fraud and a liar.
And my enemies had even worse things|to say about me.
Tonight, you will learn|what we found in our lost world.
Prepare yourselves to be amazed.
It's as much your triumph as theirs, my dear.
They'll take ALL the credit if you let them.
Ladies and gentlemen...
...an extraordinary story, you will say.
But I'm not asking you|to simply take my word for it.
Will you believe|the evidence of your own eyes?
Mr Malone, your assistance, please.
Edward.
Edward!
I love her.
- I'm in love with Agnes.|- Of course you are. She's a delightful girl.
- Could she love me?|- How would I know?
Why not ask her yourself? Come on!
Come on, sweetheart.
Ladies and gentlemen...
I present "Pteranodon summerleensis"!
Ooh!
- We must get a photograph.|- No photographs, please.
I said no photographs, please!
Please return to your seats.
Please!
As the President|of the Royal Society, I insist
that this creature be restrained!
Everybody, please sit down!
- Control this creature!|- Somebody close that window!
Professor Challenger!
I'll answer all your questions later.|Now please leave!
Professor!
- Did you find any gold on the plateau?|- Please!
Was there evidence of mineral resources?
Shut up!
Come on, sweetie...
Taste the bacon.
- Did you find Lord Roxton handsome?|- How much time did you spend together?
Please remain calm!
Ladies and gentlemen, please!
This is what it will be like. What chance|will they have if we say where the plateau is?
- They'll be freaks in a sideshow.|- It's beyond our control.
Not yet it isn't, Professor.|They'll destroy everything.
You're going to be|the most famous creature in the world.
Please come back!
Professor, you must listen!
You idiot!
Get out of my way!
We have the finest animal handlers|ready to set sail.
Rather...
- Rather a good trick, don't you think?|- Well done, Professor.
- I never thought we'd fool them.|- An Amazonian vulture cleverly made up...
I assure you THAT was no vulture!
- Are you both mad?|- Unless we stop this, the plateau is doomed.
They won't survive contact|with the outside world.
- You can't stop progress!|- This is what you call progress?
Remember what happened when|we interfered before? Roxton was right.
We brought disaster to them.|How much worse will it be this time?
He's right, George.
I can't do this. I can't!
This is my chance to go down in history,
shoulder to shoulder|with Galileo, Newton, Pasteur.
I'll be one of the great men of science.|No! I'm sorry, I won't do it.
Ladies and gentlemen.|Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you...
Ladies and gentlemen - dinosaurs!
You didn't honestly believe me, did you?
I mean, this is the twentieth century!
Professor Illingworth,|you didn't fall for it, did you?
Not for a second.
Nobody who's acquainted|with the Amazonian vulture
could have been fooled|by such a cheap trick.
What about your reports in The Gazette?
Extracts from my new novel.|Is there a publisher in the house?
Nonsense, all nonsense!
- What's happened?|- It was a hoax. They didn't see anything.
This reporter fellow, Malone,|his articles in The Gazette - pure fiction.
Made the whole damn thing up!
- What you did was...|- Stupid, I know.
...heroic.
You look beautiful.
Shouldn't you be paying compliments|to Gladys?
Er, the thing is, she...
The thing is, she...
She's thrown me over.
I... I don't mind. In fact I'm glad, because...
...because I love YOU.
Gladys has turned you down,|so now you love me.
No. No.
Look, I've never loved Gladys.
I thought I did,
but I've loved you...
...it seems since...
...well, forever.
Agnes, I thought...
I hoped you might|have felt something for me.
I hope you don't think I'm uncivilised|for kissing you first, Mr Malone.
You'll have to teach me|how society ladies behave.
I think I like you exactly as you are.
They would have crowned us in laurels, Leo.
They'll never take our work seriously again.
Society can be forgiving. We have|powerful friends in the academic world.
- It'll be easy to restore his reputation.|- What about mine?
Well, I never wanted a silly chair|at Oxford, anyway.
Too much paperwork.
It won't be long before you astonish|the world with some new discovery.
Funnily enough, someone has sent me|a rather interesting map.
If it's genuine, it could lead me to|the exact location of the lost city of Atlantis.
Goodbye, Leo.
George, when you're next in London,|come and have dinner with us.
I might be some time, but thank you.
Well.
You got your answer, then.
What are you going to do now?
Well, I suspect my career|as a journalist is over,
so I thought I might try my hand|at a bad novel.
Just what the world needs!
Professor, if you need|any help with your next venture...
I'll be in touch.
"Lord John Philip Roxton|lived as he died: A man of action."
"He craved the wide horizons, the dangers|of the world's unexplored territories."
"Not for him the comfort and routine|of a home with wife and children."
"In a life full of courageous acts,
his greatest was at the end|to lay down his life for his friends."
"He will remain forever in our hearts."
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La terra trema - The Earth Will Tremble
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Last Ghost Standing
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Last Hurrah for Chivalry 1978
Last Life In The Universe
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Last Temptation Of Christ The CD1
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Leprechaun 4 - In Space [Brian Trenchard-Smith 1996]
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Lets make love Marilyn Monroe 1960
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Life Is Beautiful
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Life of Birds The 10 - The Limits of Endurance
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Lilies of the Field 1963
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Love And Basketball (2000)
Love Dont Cost a Thing
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Love is Colder Than Death (1969)
Lover Come Back
Loves of a Blonde - Criterion Collection
Loving You Elvis Presley 1957
Lumber Jerks (1955)
Luna Papa (1999) CD1
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Lundi Matin 2002 CD1
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Lunes al sol Los CD1
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Luther CD1
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Luthiers grandes hitos Les
Lykkevej 2003