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Ladies and gentlemen,

it's amazing how much we know
about the surface of our globe.

In the last 100 years, men
have progressively studied this.

Explorations have reached
the North, the South Pole.

There are really relatively
only a few square miles left

of the surface of our
globe that are not known.

During the same years, men
have reached out into the stars,

three times further in
your lifetime and mine,

three times further into space than
men have ever been able to go before.

Amazing knowledge we
have of that and of this.

What's inside this globe?

What is there beneath our
feet as we stand on the earth?

No one knows, of course.

And science ponders about it and
all men are curious, but no one knows.

Primitive man, going into caves,

reaching back and back,
and down and down,

wondered what lay beyond,
and in terror he fled out.

And he remembered
strange sighs and noises.

Now you go back to Mesopotamia
and the beginning of Western civilization,

and you have the great hero Gilgamesh
going down into the underworld.

And so, too, with the
Greeks. All down through time.

Religions of the past have
postulated the existence

of this inner habitable world.

All through the Middle
Ages, people believed of

something under the surface.

Dante, the great Dante,
saw great cone-like cavities

stretching down to the
very center of the earth.

There's nothing new about this.

It's as old as man, this
belief that under the surface

there may be areas
inhabitable by man.

And in our time and
in the last 100 years,

there've been a number of theories,
very curious and strange theories,

about what goes on in
the center of our planet.

This is a very famous and
interesting and odd one.

A soldier... Rather, a minor
hero of the War of 1812

was a man named
John Cleeves Symmes.

And he had a sudden idea that
inside our world, like onion layers,

there were globes
within globes, five of them,

some of them inhabited,

and that if you were to travel up
through the icy wastes of our world,

the northwest edge of Siberia,
you could go down through a hole,

and go successively to
these various spheres.

Unfortunately, he was
thoroughly obsessed with this,

went around
lecturing, and in fatigue,

died before he could
make this experiment.

Now, here's another
theory much closer to us.

This is 1870, about.

A young American physician named
Cyrus Reed Teed had a revelation.

We are not living on the outside of
the globe, said Teed, but on the inside,

that when we think we're
looking out at the sun,

we're really
looking in at the sun.

Strange, strange.

Questing mind of man
that tries to find answers

to things that he
can't understand.

This was a theory by Karl
Neupert, in Germany, in the 1920s.

He, again, imagined that
we're living on the inside,

rather than the
outside of the globe.

And here's a real
sun, and a real moon,

and then a rather
shadowy and formless

mass of electric potentiality
with little bright sparks in it.

And they give us
the sense of our stars.

So in this picture
you're about to see,

you'll see the culmination of a long series
of such desires to look into the earth.

One might well believe,
philosophically, that some ancient culture,

engulfed by a great and tremendous
upheaval of nature might linger on

in some pocket of earth.

This is science fiction,
of course. It's a fiction.

It's a fable beyond fiction,

for I think if you'll study
this picture and think about it,

when it's over, you'll realize that this
is something more than just a story told.

It's a fable with a meaning and
a significance for you and for me

in the 20th century.

Thank you and goodbye.

Dr. Bentley! Dr. Stuart!
Come quickly.

Bellamin! Lafarge! Come on!

Some sort of stone tablet.

What's it doing in this strata?

The cuneiform writing... But
it is not possible in this part.

You mean it's not
probable, Lafarge.

In archeology, all
things are possible.

The fact is we found it
below the Great Flood level,

so it must be at
least 5,000 years old,

which would make it one
of the oldest human records.

What about the
inscription? Sumerian.

It's the dedication of a
temple or a public building.

Stuart, every time I think of how
many civilizations have crumbled,

fallen apart, rotted from the
inside, or cracked from the outside,

I shudder when I pick up
the front page of a newspaper.

The translation, Bentley. Sure.

The first part reads,
"I, Sharu, king of kings,

"son of Sharu Ad..."
It breaks off there.

Sharu?

Well, that's a new one on me.
Mean anything to you, Lafarge?

Dr. Bentley, do you remember the
Gilgamesh tablets George Smith found?

Yeah. They told a
legend about a dynasty

that suddenly disappeared
from the face of the earth.

Right. It also referred
to a king of the dynasty,

one called Sharu or Charul.

Well, what does
the rest of it say?

"He who with malice
destroys, effaces,

or removes from its place
this, my signed attestation,

may he be denounced by lshtar."

"May his name,
his seed in the land,

"be destroyed."

Earthquake!

We'll have to open
new trenches tomorrow

along the north line, Jud.

Most of the old ones caved in.

That earthquake put us
behind at least a month.

You know, Bellamin, we
shouldn't complain about the work.

I think we were fortunate.

The epicenter of the earthquake
was only 25 miles from here.

Do you think the goddess
of Ishtar is punishing us

for removing the
tablets, Lafarge?

The inscription said "He
who removes it with malice."

But we aren't malicious, are we?

We want to rescue the
Sharu dynasty from oblivion.

That's what
archaeologists are for, no?

Archaeologists are underpaid
publicity agents for deceased royalty.

This shepherd boy
found something.

What, another one?

This boy came a
long way, Dr. Bellamin.

You buys your ticket and
you takes your chance.

I believe in grabbing for
the gold ring every time.

Hey! Where'd you find this?

Kuhitara. High, high.

Kuhitara, the epicenter
of the earthquake.

It's a kind of moss that
is native to this region.

It grows only on
the rocks of Kuhitara,

but not where the boy
found it. Much, much higher.

The earthquake must've dislodged
it and rolled it down to the plateau.

But how did it get up on
Kuhitara to begin with?

Maybe Bentley has the
answer. How's it coming, Roger?

It's an oil lamp all
right, shaped like a boat.

The engraved figures are of a man, a
woman and different animals in pairs.

The Sumerian
version of Noah's Ark?

Exactly.

The Flood's been proven
to be a historical fact.

Why not a Sumerian version?

According to the inscription
they got wet, too. Listen.

"I, Sharu, king of
kings, son of Sharu Ad."

"From water I emerged. I
caused to embark within the vessel

"all my family, my relations,

"my craftsmen and my slaves,
and the beasts of the field,

"and made my home in the
ark. We floated on the waves

"until we found the land of the
snow near the goddess of Ishtar."

The top of the mountain.

The Sharu dynasty was saved
from the Flood on Kuhitara.

But was never heard of again.

Of course not. No one would look
for human beings on top of Kuhitara.

We're going to.

Oh, it's impossible.

The summit is less
than 20,000 feet.

It's treacherous. Always wind
and snow. Nothing's there, nothing.

Then we shouldn't
be afraid of nothing.

Gentlemen, Kuhitara is a
treacherous mountain to climb.

Do you think we can make it?

I think so.

We shall establish three camps.

The porters will carry enough
supplies to establish a base camp

here at the foot
of the snow level.

We will then climb to here,

which is 2,000 feet from the plateau on
Kuhitara, and establish a second camp.

The next day we shall
attempt the final climb.

All this risk and money because
of a vague poetic inscription

on an ancient oil lamp.

Don't you trust poets, old man?

No, I don't.

Schliemann did.

He found the ruins of
Troy by trusting Homer,

the biggest blabbermouth of all.

When can we start, Nazar?

My men are ready, sir.

Tomorrow morning, then.

Kuhitara.

BELLAMIN: That's
a lot of mountain.

We're only going to the plateau.

Is that it on the
right face, Nazar?

No, Dr. Stuart.

Tomorrow we may be able to
see it, if we keep to our schedule.

Then let's keep to the schedule.

We'll make camp here.

Peaceful-looking, isn't she?

The thing that impresses me the
most is the complete and utter silence.

You can almost hear it.

Don't let her fool
you, Mr. Bentley.

When she wants to, she can
scream so loud as to make you deaf.

And you will hear
her and quite soon.

I think perhaps even tonight.

Tremendous invention, gasoline.

Yeah, I'm well-done in front
and my back teeth are chattering.

Cheer up, Jud. If
this storm clears,

we'll be on the plateau of
Kuhitara by tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night

is 24 hours and 3,000
feet of thin air away.

Avalanche.

This mountain's hundreds
of square miles in area.

You're only occupying
one square foot.

Sitting here is a lot safer
than crossing Times Square.

There's an avalanche. Come on!

Well, the goddess of Ishtar isn't
smiling so sweetly this morning.

Look!

The avalanche must've
brought it down from the plateau.

Can anyone be
living up there now?

In this thin air, it's possible
to imagine anything.

The ruins of a Sumerian temple.

I don't understand.

They usually built their
cities near their temples.

Where are the rest
of the buildings?

Five thousand
years is a long time.

To make any sense out of
all this is going to take a while.

I think we ought to send
Nazar back for his men

and set up permanent camp here.

Dr. Bentley, Bellamin,
take a look at this.

The goddess of lshtar?

Right.

How did the inscription
on the oil lamp go?

"We floated on the waves till
we found the land of the snow,

"near the goddess of lshtar."

Wait till Stuart sees this.

Paul!

Paul!

I can't see the bottom.
We got to get down.

Get your ropes, Nazar.

It's getting warm. Yeah.

We must've come
down at least 200 feet.

You gonna be all right?

Oh, sure. I'm fine.

I found him!

We are trapped here.

Say, this isn't a
natural cavern.

It's been excavated.

You all right?

We are trapped here.
No food, no water.

There seems to be a draft.
There must be another opening.

Come on, let's look for it.

There's another tunnel.

You better take
a look at Lafarge.

What's wrong? It's the air.

It's hard to breathe.

Give me a hand with him, Jud.

There's light.

What do you make of the light?

Probably some
chemical in the rocks.

There must be some rational
scientific explanation for this.

Look!

It's an exact duplicate of the
head we found on the plateau.

Here, gentlemen, is your city.

It's fabulous.

The city must have been
built on a thick crust of earth,

over a volcanic bubble strong
enough to support the city

until an earthquake came along.

What we found on the
plateau were the suburbs.

You're right. Look here.

"The temple of Ishtar have I built
with the stones of the mountain.

"Sharu."

That's how the
Sharu dynasty ended.

They ran away from a
flood right into an earthquake.

The children of Noah survived
and the children of Ishtar died.

There's going to be some history
rewritten when we get out of here.

How do you know
there's a way out?

There has to be.

We'll keep looking.

How long can we keep looking?

We've been on our
feet now over 15 hours.

Yeah. We got to get some rest.

Well, this is as
good a place as any.

I think I'll sleep forever.

How is it?

It's as if the whole mountain
were lying on my chest.

We're going to get
out of here. Don't worry.

Now get some sleep.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

Is there anything alive in here?

Oh, nothing dangerous. Dwarf
lizards, small bats, things like that.

Go on to sleep.

What were they? I
couldn't see a thing.

I couldn't either.

Jud, come here.
Take a look at this.

Claw marks, or maybe a
hand. There are four cuts.

Some hand.

And whoever it was
needs a manicure.

It can't be.

It can't be.

Save your battery, Rog.
There's no way out of here.

We were brought in.
There has to be a way out.

What do you think, Jud?

I'm no anthropologist.

I wouldn't know whether they
were Cro-Magnon or Neanderthal.

I don't think an anthropologist
could classify this one either.

All we can say for sure

is that they walk erect

and they have a skull large enough
to house a brain with associative areas.

And this one died as a result of a
blow from a heavy, blunt instrument.

Well, that's a sign
of higher civilization.

Bentley!

What is it? Look!

Don't move.

He wants us to go with him.

No, don't.

Gentlemen, we are in 3,000 B.C.

In my hand I hold the
magic eye of Ishtar.

The sacred weapon of Ishtar.

The golden rod,
the secret of death.

There, O King, are the evil ones

who were captured by
the beasts of the dark.

Bring them here.

Who are you?

We are friends.

We are different from
you, but we are your friends.

He speaks our tongue.

We come from a world where your
tongue can be studied on ancient tablets.

There is no world beyond ours.

There is only heaven,
where we lived a long time ago

until we were expelled for
our sins amidst thunder and fire.

This is the world and we are
its people. You are not of us.

There is heaven and
only the gods live there.

Would you tell us
that you are gods?

The greatest find of all
time, and we're buried with it.

In the name of the King, I
declare sentence upon you.

If you are evil spirits,
you must be destroyed.

If you are mortal, as you claim,
our world cannot support you.

In either case you
must be destroyed.

You will die in
the fire of lshtar.

Bentley!

Come on!

Bentley!

The light. Their eyes
can't tolerate the light.

Help him up, Jud.

Stop! Stop! Do not run!

Guards! Do not run!

We won the first round.

Look at him. No pigmentation.

Without sun or ultraviolet
rays they turn into albinos.

The pupils are enlarged to let in the
maximum amount of low-intensity light.

The optical nerve
must be hypersensitive.

That's why they
couldn't stand the light.

And how have they survived
here? What do they eat?

What happened to the mind,

the memories of the
past in the world of light?

So many questions.
So many questions.

And why is it necessary
for them to kill us?

They have to kill us

because we made them doubt
their world is the only world,

their answers the only answers.

Look out!

Lafarge, wait!

Lafarge, wait!

Wait!

We must get away from them.
We have to get out of here.

If we go back to the
temple, we are lost.

All right, Lafarge, all right.

We've been going down all the
time. It's getting hotter and hotter.

The air is getting worse.
I can hardly breathe.

What was that? I don't know.

Lafarge, you wait here.

Come on, Jud.

Listen.

Beasts! Guards! Get them!

The button's jammed!
Come on, let's go.

Come on, Lafarge!
Come on! It won't work.

Forget it. Come on!

I can't go on!

You have to! Come on!

Lafarge, wait!

Well, at least Lafarge is at
rest where he always lived,

in a world of the past.

Oh, we're right back
where we started.

There's bound to
be a way out of here.

There's fresh air. It has
to come from somewhere.

Why don't we get back to
the river and try and swim out?

Now, you know as well as I do
that river runs underground for miles.

In the King's name... Do
not use the burning light.

We come to you as friends.

I wouldn't count on that.

What do you want?

Since you have shown that you
possess the divine fire of Ishtar,

the King is now convinced
that you are holy messengers.

Are you speaking
only for your King?

The King's will is law for all.

He has ordered me to
assure you of his friendship

and to invite you
to a royal feast.

We are most grateful.

Where is the absent one?

He was called back
to heaven by Ishtar.

Follow me.

And why did lshtar
send you to our kingdom?

To see how you live, to learn of
your needs so she can help you.

Does she not know us through our prayers?
Does she not reward us for our sacrifices?

Does she not see us with
her all-pervading eyes?

We are her eyes.

Then you will see.

Our kingdom is your home.

Mushrooms?

Why not?

It's one of the few things
that can grow without the sun.

Come here!

Do not interfere. The
King's will is the law.

The fire of lshtar is the law.

So be it.

You have fondness
for her, have you not?

Yes.

She belongs to you.

Go.

The gods do not favor
trading human beings.

Human? She is a marked one.

Are there many like her? No.

Rarely is one born with
the mark of darkness.

And the others like yourselves.
How many are there?

Twice and a half times 60.

Well, that's not very many.

It is a sacred number.

The highest number that
our sacred food can nourish.

Well, what do you do when your
population exceeds that number?

We kill them.

We sacrifice them
in the fire of lshtar,

the like of which you
possess within that cylinder.

Speak.

The beasts of the dark
have desecrated our dead.

They took the body of the guard
that was slain by the intruders.

When they were finished
with it, they left it in the tunnel.

All the flesh had been
torn from the body.

You've apprehended them?

I have, O Priest.

Kill them.

Let us now bless
the spirit of the earth.

Ishtar has given us the food of
the tunnels, the fish of the river,

and the sacred milk of the goat.

Above all, we glorify lshtar

for giving us power over
the beasts of the dark,

that they may till
the earth beneath us,

so that Sharu, king of kings, his
children and his children's children

may live in strength
and rule the world.

So be it.

Well, even if there is a
way out, we'll never find it.

Not without help.

You mean the albinos? No.

Well, surely you don't expect
the beasts of the tunnel to help us.

Why should they, after
what's been done to them?

Five thousand years of slavery.

The planned degeneration
has turned men into beasts.

There's no help there, Jud.

Thank you, Adad.

Lie down, my lord.

Well, go right ahead,
Rog. Don't mind me.

I will watch you
while you're away.

Away? In your dreams.

What about you? When do
you sleep, Adad? Or do you?

I sleep when my
sleeping time comes.

Your sleeping time?

But how are you able to tell?

Here, in my heartbeat.

One, two, three.

But you're not counting
all the time, are you?

No, I just feel it all the time.

What happens when
your heart beats faster?

It matters not. It is
my heart, it is my time.

Look, Adad, you'd
better go home.

This is my home. The
King has ordered it so.

Well, never mind the King.
You're free to go. Understand?

Free? What is free?

Well, if you wish to go, you go,
and if you wish to stay, you stay.

That's being free.

Then I am free,
because I wish to stay.

But you're in danger.

Danger? Why?

Because we're different
than your people.

They fear us and
may try to harm us.

You're different, too, and if
you're with us, it may remind them.

What are you going to do?

Try to get back to our world.

There's nothing beyond
darkness, my lord.

Are you sure of that?

Have you never in your life heard of
a world of light above the darkness?

No, my lord. Never.

Well, then, let me
tell you about it.

The world of light changes
color with every heartbeat.

There are mighty rivers and places where
the land is covered with living things.

And then there are the cities.

Beautiful cities filled with
many people like you and me.

You're speaking
of heaven, my lord.

Maybe I am. Maybe I am.

Well, that's one
way of doing it.

What is it?

Steam from an
underground spring?

Something hotter
than that. Lava.

Figure this one out.

You tan hides with tannic
acid made from tree bark, right?

What do they use?

Want me to ask them?

No, not now. Let's go.

The Egyptians were able to
weave very fine materials out of wool.

The stuff they're weaving
here looks like burlap.

Well, the finer cloth is
loomed by the priests.

One of their trade secrets.

I sure would like
to get out of here.

And that is not all.

The King has shown
weakness and poor judgment.

He believes in the
divinity of these intruders.

Dealing with the
divine is our office.

If we abandon the smallest
particle of it to outsiders,

our position will
soon come to naught.

But are these
outsiders not divine?

No, they are mortal.

Do they not eat when they are hungry?
Do they not sleep when they are weary?

When the guards attacked them,

did not their faces show
the fears of mortal men?

But do they not possess
the power of heaven?

The cylinder they
carry possesses it.

If you had that cylinder, or
you, or you, you could use it, too.

And if it is the power of heaven,
is it not we who should possess it

and use it to control the beasts of the
dark, the people, and yes, if need be,

even a faltering king himself?

You will therefore follow these
intruders wherever they may go,

and bring me that cylinder.

Here's something.

No, that's not it either.

That's hopeless, Roger.

Not as long as we're alive.

Why don't we just give up and
apply for Sumerian citizenship?

I don't like mushrooms.

Now, don't complain, Rog. Last
night we had cave rat for dinner.

No, why don't we settle
down? Especially you?

Why especially me?

Well, there's Adad.

Just imagine what some
future archaeologists would think

if they happened to
rediscover this world

and the wild theories they'd
concoct in order to explain

the presence of
dozens of little Bentleys

speaking Sumerian
with a Harvard accent,

and playing baseball in
front of the temple of Ishtar.

The Ishtar Nine, champions
of the Little Mushroom League?

Come on.

Let's look around
some more. Yeah.

Is all in order?
In order, Captain.

Shall I feed them?
They're getting weak.

You have your orders.

They're not to be fed
until you're told otherwise.

Guards! Sixty lashes!

Please don't interfere. The
beast has committed a crime.

He was hungry.

My orders are to
keep them hungry.

Captain, look.

Do you realize you're bringing
disaster on our heads, and yours, too?

Did you learn that
song as a child?

I did not learn it, I found it.

It's beautiful. As
beautiful as you are.

No, I'm a marked one.
The priests said so.

They are so right.

It's not only the color of your eyes and
your hair and your cheek that mark you,

but your heart also. It
beats with tenderness.

The love of your
ancestors is there.

Love? I do not understand.

Well, if somebody has hurt
and his hurt gives you pain,

or if somebody has joy and his
joy gives you pleasure, that's love.

Adad, do you believe, as your king
believes, that I'm one of your gods?

No, my lord.

Our gods are always angry
and give orders. You smile.

If I ever get out of
here into my world...

The world of light and flowers?

...will you come with me?

Yes, my lord.

My lord.

What is it?

The King wishes
to see you at once.

The Captain of the Guards
has been found murdered.

The beasts of the
dark have done it.

It is possible they
intend to revolt.

What about your guards?

Cowards. They tremble at
the sight of their own shadows.

We do not want unnecessary
bloodshed. We need the beasts.

But with your cylinder of fire,
you could bring them under control.

We will not take part in any
plan to punish your slaves.

They are against
us. They are evil.

Ishtar has sent them.

I say to you that she has not.

Take their magic cylinder away
from them and you shall see then

that they are powerless,
and we will have their power.

No, Elinu. We will
not challenge Ishtar.

Have the guards arrest three of the
beasts and beat them until they are dead.

It's dead.

And so are we.

As long as they think we're
armed, they'll stay away from us.

Come on, help me
with these chains.

You're gonna release them?

We can't leave them here.

Why, they attacked
us the last time.

The guards forced them to.

Go!

He was trying to say something.

They don't have the power of
speech, but they can reason.

And all we can hope
is they try to help us.

Ishtar has turned her face away
from us because we have sinned.

The intruders are the sinners, and
we are to starve because of them.

They are behind the rebellion. It is
they who encourage disobedience

so that the beasts of the dark do
not produce enough to feed us all.

If we cannot produce enough
food, we must reduce our population

as it is inscribed on
the sacred stones.

We will offer them in sacrifice to our
goddess so that the others can live.

In my hand I hold the golden
rod, the secret of death.

For death shall appease Ishtar
through the spirit bride of sacrifice.

Ishtar, who is married for
life to the spirit of our world,

to the glory of death.

I have something to show you,
Priest. Please come with me.

Wait. The King
must see for himself.

The divine messenger
who has gone to heaven.

He was mortal, as we are mortal.

And he is dead, as we shall soon be
dead if we do not deal with the intruders.

What do you advise?

Give me freedom to act.

You have it. Destroy them!

Did you ever hear of anyone
smoking dried mushrooms?

What?

Oh, nothing. Skip it.

What a pleasant surprise.
Where'd all the food come from?

Slaves back at work?

I don't know, my lord.

The food keeper
was very generous.

Delicious.

Sit down, Adad.

Well, why don't you eat?

Royal food is not for servants.

Haven't I told you before
that you're not a servant?

Yes.

And what else have I told you?

That I'm just like you.

Correct. Now eat.

In your presence,
my lord, I cannot eat.

Adad, I...

I want you to...

My lord. My lord!

They poisoned me.

Seize them.

Guards! Kill them!

We've nothing to fear.
I have the burning light.

The eye of Ishtar.

Adad.

Sunlight.

To your people it was a
burning death, but to us it's life.

You see, a long time ago your
people came from our world.

You're a living
proof that that's true.

But they didn't understand. That's
why they called you the marked one.

It's warm. It's beautiful.

And deadly for our
friends of the tunnel.

That's right.

I'm afraid the world of
darkness is theirs forever.

The priests must have had this
secret for thousands of years.

Then finally the sun became
too strong even for them.

You will take me with you?

Well, welcome to
our world, Adad.

It's even more
beautiful than I imagined.

Hey, Rog, look!
There's our gear.

Adad!