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- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

It's a wonderful article in the paper
about you, Sir Oliver. Wonderful, Sir!

Good morning, Professor,
or I should say, Sir Oliver.

- Long article about you on page two.
- Is there? Well, well, well.

I think they made a mistake
about your age.

Paper! Paper!

- Paper! Paper!
- Paper!

Aye, it's such an honor
for Edinburgh, Sir Oliver.

- I cannot take your money.
- Thank you.

Paper! Paper!

Congratulations,
Professor.

♪ Here's to the
prof of geology ♪

♪ Master of
all natural history ♪

♪ Rare boy, he ♪

♪ And rare boys, we ♪

♪ To know such
a big curiosity ♪

♪ To the prof,
aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ To the best,
aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ To the next,
aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ Aye ♪♪

Sorry.

Sir Oliver, since you've
been created a knight,

...I've given your
students a holiday,

...a day for a knight,
so to speak.

First, however, there's
to be a presentation.

Will the lad
of Glen Darrick step forward?

Sir Oliver,
in the name of the whole student body,

...in gratitude for the knowledge
you have imparted to us...

That's enough obituary prose.

An inkwell, I presume.

A very handsome thing.

Hellish to dust.

I thank you all from
the bottom of my heart,

...and now, off to
the playing fields, all of you!

- Yay!
- Yay!

- Ah.
- It cost £4.17.

- I was on the committee that made the collection.
- I thank you for your efforts, McKuen.

£5 was subscribed.
That left three shillings.

You're not going to give
me the change, are you?

I expended it on this,

...a little extra token
I thought you might fancy.

I saw it during Easter week in a
window in Glasgow, a curiosity shop.

It seemed to whisper to me,
“Buy me for Professor Lindenbrook.”

Aye, what did you reply?

I said, “Only if you can
be bought for three shillings.”

I had to argue with the owner
all through Good Friday.

- It's lava, of course.
- Mm-hmm.

But exceptionally heavy.

It could serve
as a paperweight.

Do you like it,
Professor?

It's a scholar's choice.

Where are you eating tonight?

Oh, this being Tuesday,
I'm not eating.

- Oh?
- I find it healthy to eat only every other night.

Be at my house at 8:00. I'm entertaining
some members of the faculty.

Professor,
I do not think I could.

What's the matter with you,
McKuen?

You used to come to
my house quite regularly.

Is it those frayed cuffs
that are worrying you?

I won't get back my other shirt
from the wash till Friday.

8:00 sharp!

We're scientists, aren't we?

That's one society where
frayed cuffs don't matter.

- We've all had 'em.
- Yes, Sir Oliver.

8:00.

Lava?

I swear there's
something inside.

There's Uncle now, Kirsty.

And high time too!

I... I thought it was
Uncle Oliver.

I want it thoroughly understood not a
single stitch I'm wearing belongs to me.

- Good evening, Miss Jenny.
- Good evening, Alec McKuen.

I'm early. But I trust
I'm not too early.

I didn't know
you were coming.

Well, your uncle... I should say,
Sir Oliver ordered me to come.

Oh, where is he?

He's never been late
like this. Never.

I don't know, but to return
to the subject of my clothes,

...they're the property of my classmate,
the young lad of Glen Darrick.

“You can't go to dinner dressed
like that,” said the young lad.

“The professor knows my wardrobe,”
I replied and went to take my bath.

Uh, when I returned, my clothes had
been confiscated and these substituted.

I want to make it clear, I have no
claim to the Glen Darrick tartan.

You've explained
your magnificence.

Kirsty, there will be
one more guest.

I'll seat you between
the dean and the rector.

- Couldn't I sit next to you?
- Certainly not.

You'll pardon my being personal,
Miss Jenny,

...but I notice a certain harshness
in your attitude toward me.

What attitude do you expect when it takes a command
from my uncle to bring you to this house?

Miss Jenny, why should I
torture myself and on purpose?

Two years more I have to study
for my master's degree,

...then four years more
as a laboratory assistant.

Then there's the money I have
to give back to my relatives.

They're paying
for my schooling.

You are very logical,
Mr. McKuen.

It's the logic of an empty purse.

How like a Scotsman!

I am a Scotsman.

I know of one whose purse
was not empty,

...because he didn't even
have a purse.

His name was
Robert Burns.

Do you know what he said?

Miss Jenny,
the time of poetry is over.

If this is true,
Alec McKuen,

...what are you doing
with your hand on my knee?

Miss Jenny,

...now you just wait in there.

Kirsty, I'll set
the extra place.

Is there something
you want?

- Uh, a key is stuck.
- But that's impossible.

It was just tuned
last month.

Which one?

This one.
Can't you see?

No, I can't.

At least you can see
how unhappy I am.

You know how I've felt ever since that
first day you entered the classroom.

Brought your uncle
the galoshes he forgot.

You looked like spring
itself.

♪ My love is like
the red, red rose ♪

♪ That's newly sprung
in June ♪

♪ My love is like the melody ♪

♪ That's sweetly
played in tune ♪

Miss Jenny, I thought
you were settin' the table.

There's a key stuck.
Mr. McKuen is fixing it.

♪ My bonny lass ♪

♪ So deep in love am I ♪

Shh.

♪ That I will
love you still, my dear ♪

♪ Till all the seas go dry ♪

♪ Till all the seas go dry,
my love ♪

♪ And the rocks
melt with the sun ♪

♪ And I will love you still,
my dear ♪

♪ While the sands of life
shall run ♪

♪ So fare thee well,
my only love ♪

♪ And fare thee well a while ♪

♪ For I'll come back to you,
my love ♪

♪ Though it were
10,000 mile ♪♪

Miss Jenny,
you're crying.

I... I bent over the goose.
The fumes.

Good evening, Miss Jenny.

Good evening, gentlemen.

We were just worrying about
Professor Lindenbrook.

Yes, we were.
Isn't he with you?

- Isn't he here?
- No.

Careful it doesn't
go too high, Paisley.

It's just about the limit now,
Sir Oliver.

I gave no permission
for visitors!

Oh, it's you, McKuen. Good lad.
You can lend Paisley a hand.

Uncle Oliver,
your guests are waiting.

If you don't come, the goose
will be completely spoil...

- Oh, goose, goose, goose.
- Tell him, Alec.

This lump of lava you gave
me is 1 in 10 million.

I've been at it all day.

Aye, without a pause
for lunch or tea.

You've had three semesters
of petrology. Now then,

...from which volcano could this
piece of lava have emerged?

- Fujiyama?
- No.

- Mt. Etna?
- Very close.

The Mediterranean. The Lipari Islands
group off the coast of Italy.

But theirs
is a very light lava.

That's exactly
what stumped me,

...because inside
must be something...

...the weight of the heaviest rock
in existence.

But professor, that would
be Icelandic peridotite.

Precisely.

- There's a piece chipped off.
- By me.

What's the rock inside?

Icelandic
peridotite, naturally.

When I saw this,
I stopped chipping.

There's some marks
on the surface.

It looks like a letter
or some notches.

Three notches made
by the hand of man.

But how could
a rock from Iceland...

...possibly pop out of
a volcano across the world?

What's your conclusion?

Science does not
jump to conclusions.

Science is not
a guessing game.

We're going to melt off
the crust of lava.

Mr. Paisley.

Add 10 cc of aqua regia.
Not too fast, you know.

I shall write to Professor
Göteborg of Stockholm about this.

He's the world's leading authority
on volcanoes.

How long is all
this going to take?

A typically female question.

To melt lava will take as long
as it takes lava to melt.

Maybe two hours.
Maybe four hours.

Two hours?
Four hours?

Maybe the whole night.
Who cares?

Jenny!

Are you all right?

That was entirely
my fault, Sir Oliver.

I don't know how it
could have happened.

Mr. Paisley, by your slip you've rendered
an inestimable service to science.

Alec!

See this? What
would you call it?

As you said,
it's a man-made object.

It looks like a-a top,

...a surveyor's instrument,
a plumb bob.

Not only looks like.
It is a plumb bob.

There are letters on it.

It's an inscription,
a message, perhaps.

Can you make out
what it says, Professor?

It's in some
Nordic tongue.

The hand that
wrote this trembled.

Perhaps it was
a dying hand.

I wonder what it's written in.
Paint? Ink?

Perhaps blood.

Possibly.

Look at this side, sir!
A signature!

Arne Saknussemm.

Arne Saknussemm!

I hope it isn't too much to suggest that
you take me home now, Uncle Oliver.

Or do I have to
go alone?

Alone. Alone!

It's unthinkable,
but it must be true.

A man took some tools...

...and went where no human being
has ever set foot,

...alone into the interior
of the earth, alone.

Who? What is
he talking about?

- Arne Saknussemm, the Icelandic scientist.
- The greatest of his day.

He was laughed at when he claimed there
must be some kind of a world down below.

The laughter stopped when he
disappeared, never to be heard from...

...until tonight.

Get out of here, woman.
I didn't ask for tea!

I don't want any tea!
All I want is my post.

There's no use shouting at me,
Sir Oliver!

I can shout
just as loud as you can!

For the past two weeks, you've had
nothing to eat, and you haven't slept.

Out, woman!

Here's your post,
Uncle Oliver.

Another day,
and still nothing!

Can you believe that?
No answer.

- And where is Alec McKuen? - He went to the
university in case there are some letters there.

How long does it take for a letter to get
from Stockholm to Edinburgh?

- Answer the bell.
- Did it ring?

We have to speak
to Sir Oliver.

And don't tell us
he's busy.

Callers?
Callers! That's all I need.

Oliver, we all know
your reputation for rudeness.

You also have a reputation
as a conscientious man.

But you've skipped
every lecture in the past two weeks.

I'm involved in something important.

More important
than our university?

Something any university
in the world would envy us.

Ah, yes!

You laugh!

What does the name
Arne Saknussemm mean to you?

Saknussemm, Saknussemm.

Wasn't he the one who wrote
about the lost city of Atlantis?

That was an early
phase of his career.

His real fame rests on
his study of volcanoes.

Out of a volcano
came this message from him.

It lay unnoticed
for 100 years...

...was probably picked up
by some peasant,

...gathered dust in a curiosity shop
till it came to me.

Here is a translation
of the words.

“I am dying, but my life's work
must not be lost.

Whoever descends into the crater
of Sneffels Yocul...

...can reach the center of the Earth.

I did it.
Arne Saknussemm.”

- The center of the Earth?
- Sneffels Yocul?

That's an extinct volcano
in Iceland.

According to this, there must be a direct route
from it to a region no man has ever seen.

But Oliver,
this is sheer fantasy.

You haven't heard all of it.
There's a postscriptum.

“At sunrise
on the last day of May,

...the mountain Scartaris
will point the path.”

What do you say now?

- I'm more mystified than ever.
- Scartaris?

Scartaris is a mountain peak
near the volcano.

This is some kind of student's hoax.
You should know better.

Wait a second, rector.
Let's not take that tone.

Let's assume it's authentic.

Isn't the correct
procedure...

...to write a paper and submit it
to the university officially?

You must consult
other experts.

A thing like this
needs verification.

Here is my paper.

I've written to
the foremost authority in Europe.

The Royal
Geological Society?

More eminent still. Professor
Göteborg of Stockholm.

Oh? And what
does he say?

Unfortunately, I've not yet
received his reply.

I've written to him twice!

Well, then, I suggest
we relax on the matter...

...until your famous correspondent
sees fit to answer you.

In the meantime, we could do
with a cup of tea.

I know you two
think I'm daft!

Think whatever you want!

Jenny, tea!

When did you get here?

Just this moment,
Sir Oliver. Look.

It's from Stockholm.

Well, he's got his letter
from Stockholm.

Did you see the shine
in his eyes?

There'll never
be a better moment than today.

I'm going to tell him about
our feelings for each other.

He'll say yes
almost inadvertently.

What if he says no
advertently?

You wait and see how firm my voice
can be when I speak of you.

Blast and damnation!

The devil blast it!

What is it, Oliver? Don't
keep us in the dark.

- Bad news, sir?
- I am stricken.

The University of Stockholm
informs me...

...that Professor Göteborg
has vanished from Sweden.

His disappearance
follows closely the date...

...when my communication
must have reached him...

...with all my material.

He evidently didn't think it
important enough to answer.

Or too important.

McKuen, go to the shipping offices.
No, go directly to the harbor!

Find out when
the next ship leaves for Iceland.

- Oliver, Oliver.
- I will not be beaten to my goal.

- What is your goal?
- Can you ask that?

You heard
Saknussemm's message.

- Oliver, you're seriously ill.
- I am seriously well!

What are you waiting for?
I told you to hurry.

If you'll excuse me, I must
start packing my things.

- To go where?
- To Iceland, to begin with.

- And then?
- Where Arne Saknussemm went.

- Oliver!
- Will you kindly stop saying Oliver?

You don't think I can sit
in my classroom...

...while a scoundrel named Göteborg exploits
what I foolishly placed in his hands.

Don't you see
what's at stake?

The ultimate aim of all science,
to penetrate the unknown.

Do you realize we know less
about the earth we live on...

...than about the stars
and galaxies of outer space?

The greatest mystery
is right here.

Right under our feet.

And now, if you'll
excuse me, gentlemen.

- I must have a word with you.
- I have no time for words.

You must take time
for this, sir.

- What are you so urgent about?
- This is the most urgent moment of my life.

For you,
but not for me.

I have to be in Iceland
before the week's over.

So must I.
I'm going with you, sir.

- Where?
- To the center of the Earth, naturally.

Oh!

♪ My heart's
in the Highlands ♪

♪ A-chasing the deer ♪

♪ A-hunting the wild deer ♪

♪ And chasing the roe ♪

♪ My heart's
in the Highland ♪

♪ Wherever I go ♪♪

By now all Iceland must be aware
that the Scots have arrived.

I wish I could sing loud enough
for Jenny to hear me.

Homesick already?

It's a bit painful to leave your fiancee
on the first day of your engagement.

But to come back as a world famous
scientist, that's not to be sneezed at.

Come here. Take a look.

Did you expect a flight of
stairs with a red carpet?

I neglected to tell you, sir, I
have a nervous fear of heights.

Well, you'll get over that after
the first million fathoms or so.

Million fathoms.

Alec!
He's been here!

He's been surveying here.
This is fresh-cut wood.

- Your revered colleague from Stockholm.
- He isn't wasting any time.

Do you think
he's already gone down?

No. Saknussemm stipulated
the last day of May.

Take a carriage
back to Reykjavik.

Buy every foot of rope
that's available.

Stock up on hardtack, salted beef,
chocolate and medical supplies.

But more than anything, inquire
whether they have Ruhmkorf lamps.

Have another carriage waiting for me
at the foot of the slope at sunset.

You think we can prepare it
all so quickly?

We must.
We're in a race.

What's that you're taking?

Jenny's farewell gift.

I'll keep it
with me always.

Scartaris!

- Back to my hotel.
- Ja, Professor Göteborg.

Ah, there, my good man.

I assume my assistant
sent you.

No, thank you. Nobody carries
the soldier's weapons.

And take your time. These
instruments are delicate.

Easy, coachman! Easy!

This isn't the same road
we came by this morning!

I said, slow down, man!

You're out of your senses!

Stop your horses, man!

This is not a request,
it's a command!

Can't you hear me?
Slow down!

Stop, you fool!

Whoa!

If you've ruined my instruments,
I'll horsewhip you, so help me.

And where are we?

This certainly
is not my hotel.

- Professor!
- Alec!

Where are we?

Apparently in
an eider feather storehouse.

- How did you get here?
- I don't know what happened. It went so fast.

I was clubbed. I was overpowered
before I knew there was a struggle.

- Did you see who did it? - No. I was just
walking trying to get done with your errands.

When I said Professor Göteborg was a
Scoundrel, I flattered him. He's a criminal!

Likely all his life long,
he's dreamed of such a project.

Your letter was the key
to the door of fame.

Hush. Did you hear that?

- What?
- Some tapping.

Don't get your hopes up, Professor.
There's not a soul around.

Everybody's in Iceland
is in the market square.

- Why? It isn't Sunday! - Tomorrow the
fishing fleet goes out for the first haul.

You couldn't make our purchases.
The shops are closed.

No. The shops are open, but every
piece of rope, every lamp,

...everything we'd need
was sold in the last two days.

To Professor Göteborg!

He's staying in the inn where
we have our rooms.

This time I heard it too.

A fellow prisoner,
do you suppose?

He's giving us signals.

- It's a code.
- Morse?

I can't just make it out.
Jot this down.

Dash, dash, dot,
dot, dot, dot, long dash.

It doesn't make sense.

Perhaps it's in Icelandic.

I don't think so.

We've established contact.

I still can't make it out.

My esteemed friend,
whoever you are,

...let me introduce myself,

...Professor Oliver Lindenbrook,
University of Edinburgh.

May I ask you to interrupt
your tapping and listen?

In what language
would you like me to speak?

Apparently,
he doesn't understand English.

I'll try French.

Mon cher ami,

...vous et nous sonnes dans
une situation abominable!

It's no good, sir.
It sounds more Russian.

Gertrude!

Gertrude!
Gertrude!

- It's a female prisoner.
- And her lover.

Professor, they're kissing.

I'm sorry, but for once we
must dispense with tact.

Much as I regret to disturb this tender
moment, can you get us out of here?

Oh, Gertrude.

It's a duck!

And I was just about
to try Latin.

Young man with the gold tooth,
I'll give you more gold...

...if you'll guide us
to Reykjavik.

Ah. Ja, Reykjavik.

You take us to Reykjavik.

I understand that Professor Göteborg
from Stockholm is stopping here.

- A friend...
- A friend of yours? Professor Göteborg?

Let's say a colleague.

May I be of help?

- He is at home, isn't he?
- Yes. I...

Oh, he is not at home.
He is not to be disturbed.

Don't tell me he's asleep
with all this going on.

You cannot see him.
I'm sorry.

Here are your coins.
And here is my card.

If you'd be good enough to put it in
his box so he'll know that I'm around.

Thank you so much.

Göteborg,
I know you're in there!

Open up!
This is Lindenbrook.

Göteborg.

Do you see
what this is, laddie?

The very last word
in equipment.

- Ruhmkorf lamps!
- Oh!

Self-generating.

- How long will they burn, Professor?
- My guess is indefinitely.

As long as they're wound up, the
induction coil will give off current.

Breathing devices,

...the kind they use
in coal mines in Wales.

All the instruments needed for
exploring the world below,

...whatever it may be!

I shall wait here
till Göteborg returns.

You...

...wait too.

Göteborg may be
a strong man.

More treasure, sir.
Climbing boots,

...alpenstocks,

...blankets.

Food for months.

A chart with...

P-P-Professor!

What?

Well, Göteborg, it seems there's
such a thing as justice, after all.

So you wanted to
push in ahead of us?

Fate took care of him.

Why didn't they
tell us at the desk?

Hotels rarely advertise the fact
that they have corpses lying around.

The Icelander
teaches us a lesson.

All right. We'll observe one minute of
silence in memory of a great scientist,

...even if he was
a blasted thief.

Alec,
you mentioned fate.

Slight correction...

Fate plus a few grains
of potassium cyanide.

He was against us. Someone
was even more against him.

Who?

I'm the wife of
Professor Göteborg.

- Oh, my dear.
- What is it?

I was surprised my husband
wasn't at the pier to meet me.

- Is something wrong? - Won't you sit
down for a minute before you go up?

Please, my dear.

He seemed so well. Early in the
morning, he went to the mountain.

He came back for lunch and received his
guest in the lobby. I saw him myself.

They went up to his room and ate.

What are you trying to tell me?
That my husband is...

His guest left about 4:00.

In the evening, when the
maid went to make the bed...

Oh, dear God.

As long as I can remember
no one ever died in my inn.

Of course, we called a doctor,
but it was too late.

We left him up there because we knew
you were due in on the morning boat.

Just 10 days ago, he was joking
on the pier in Stockholm.

The moment he arrived here,
he sent me a message...

...just with one word: “Come.”

Madam, my deep sympathy.

My name is Oliver Lindenbrook
of Edinburgh University.

I take it you're familiar
with that name.

Professor Lindenbrook.

I see you are.

I must ask you a question.

It's just as well that Madam
Göteborg be present.

This will be difficult for you, madam.
But it must be faced.

Who was the last person
to see Professor Göteborg alive?

- His luncheon guest.
- Who was that?

- Count Saknussemm.
- Count Saknussemm?

I didn't realize the Saknussemm
family still existed.

The Saknussemms are the oldest
family in this whole land.

A descendant of Arne Saknussemm.

And a scientist, too,
in his own right.

It was he who lunched
with Professor Göteborg?

They saw each other
every day.

They worked together
in his room...

...with all those charts
and instruments.

I suggest that you have
an autopsy performed immediately.

You think there's something
suspicious about my husband's death?

Your husband came to Iceland for
the same reasons that brought me.

Neither he nor I
could possibly suspect...

...there was a third party would
stop at nothing to forestall us.

- He was killed?
- Poisoned.

- Oh.
- This is now a matter for the police.

Send for them at once.

To your room first, madam.

Uh, just one second, if you please.
Thank you.

I'm deeply distressed
by your husband's death.

I fully understand
your feelings.

However, I must ask you
one question.

How do you plan to dispose of the equipment
your husband assembled up there?

What does it matter now?

Precisely. Don't give it another thought.
I'll take it off your hands.

- We can discuss it later. - We cannot
discuss it later. Time is running out.

My expedition must start
within 24 hours.

- Your expedition?
- Exactly.

I only know of
the Göteborg Expedition.

Husbands don't always
tell their wives everything.

I don't wish to blacken
the memory your husband.

However, because I'm under pressure,
I must change my request to a demand.

I have a right to that equipment
and I claim it.

A right to take over the work
of another man's lifetime?

- He died for that idea!
- An idea he stole from me.

That is a lie.

- Madam.
- An unforgivable lie.

I would rather destroy every pound of
that equipment than let you have it.

“Incredible encounter!

A Saknussemm
descendant turns up,

...acts as if he were
King of Volcanoes,

...tries to force me to surrender
his ancestor's secret.

Saknussemm called again.

New complication!

My real adversary arrives,
Lindenbrook,

...undoubtedly to claim his rights.

Must fight him somehow.”

Oh, uh, young man, would you
come here a moment, please?

Who are those for?

Professor Lindenbrook.

Ah-ha.

Ja, madam.

Oh, at least we have some rope.
That's a beginning.

Tell him to stop jabbering
and go shopping.

What about lamps?

Uh, lamps. Lamps.
What about, uh, picks?

Oh, and provisions, food.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Put me down.
Put me down, big ox!

Tell him to put me down!
Put me down!

Somebody please
explain this outrage.

Are we to be abducted
every day in Iceland?

Ja, madam.

- She speaks Icelandic.
- I do,

...but I wish to apologize to you
in plain English.

I went through
my husband's diary.

Some of his remarks led me to believe you.
I did you an injustice.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.
- Don't give it another thought. I shan't.

I'm Sir Oliver's assistant.
My name is Alec McKuen.

This whole expedition began
thanks to this lad.

Began and that's
all it has done.

Sir Oliver, this morning you asked me for these.
If you still want them, they're yours.

Will you say that again?

I shall not stand in the way
of the Lindenbrook Expedition.

- Madam.
- My husband had these boots made specially.

I hope they fit you.

Mine will be ready
without delay.

I told your man to order
some for me immediately.

Good, good.

What was that?

Why would you need
boots like this?

I can't very well go in these.

- Go where, madam?
- Don't say it.

Naturally,
I'm coming along.

That's why I'm giving you all of this.
That's a condition. I thought you understood.

You didn't mention
any condition.

Then I do now.

- Whom did you intend to take besides
this young man? - The big Icelander.

Then I'll be very useful. He
doesn't understand English.

- You can't come along! You're a woman!
- What has my sex to do with this?

We're not contemplating a stroll down
Piccadilly or the Champs-Élysées.

Professor Lindenbrook,
I've just lost my husband.

I have nothing else to live for
up here.

Down there,
I can at least represent his name.

Unfortunately,
the decision is not yours to make.

The police require your presence for the
investigation into your husband's death.

I have already given
my testimony.

But madam, quite apart from the appalling
danger, think of the inconvenience.

The lack of privacy!

In short, you don't want all of this.
Is that it?

I may be mad on the subject of
this journey, but I am not stupid!

To burden myself with
a female is sheer stupidity.

I resent that word. I may have been a
disturbance to men, never a burden.

This is
an absolute holdup.

I assure you you will not receive
one iota of extra consideration.

You'll sleep where we sleep, you'll eat
what we eat and wash when we wash.

Then you accept
my proposition?

Oh!

Professor, look!

There's our gateway.

Thank you, Scartaris.

Never was there
a brighter sunrise.

Now, we descend
into oblivion,

...or we enter
the great book of history.

- Roll call.
- Carla Göteborg.

- Alexander McKuen.
- Hans und Gertrude Belka.

Oliver S. Lindenbrook.

What did he say?
Hans and who?

And Gertrude.

Professor!

Professor!

All right,
you've arrived.

- Rather an alarming descent.
- I found it exhilarating.

I wonder if Madam Göteborg will
change her mind as the last moment.

You make
my mouth water.

Hans is tying the rope
on her.

I'm a fool. I should have told him to tie her to one
of the mules and send her back where she belongs.

In what language would you have
told him that, Sir Oliver?

She may be of some use
in that respect.

Then there's always the blessed
chance the rope may break.

- Are you all right, ma'am?
- Oh, quite.

Hans insisted
on a double rope.

Did he indeed?
How solicitous.

But that was for Gertrude.

Poor Sir Oliver,
stuck with a woman.

If only you
could see your face.

That's my consolation, madam.

I don't have to look at it.
You do.

There isn't enough rope
in all Europe!

Perhaps we made a mistake
and this is the wrong entrance.

The sign was unmistakable.

But there's no
other way to continue.

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Oh, madam!
Madam!

He says there's a tunnel
on the other side.

- Slanting downhill, but walkable.
- Eureka!

Oh, thank you.

Now then,
a general summary.

A: We must never use more than
two Ruhmkorf lamps at a time.

B: We'll not be needing our breathing
equipment for a long stretch.

Nevertheless, never
take a step without it.

C: Use our canteens freely
for the present.

There'll be plenty of
springs on our way.

As my husband's charts
indicated.

Is Professor Göteborg to be
with us on our entire journey?

Sorry.

Well, every journey
begins with a first step.

May the good Lord
be with us. Onward!

And let's have some music.
Alec, will you start us off?

♪ La, la, la, la
la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Boom-boom
boom-boom ♪♪

Miss Jenny!

I saw you turn pale when the
dominie spoke of those in peril...

...at the far ends
of the earth.

Far ends of the earth, at least
that would be somewhere.

There was a clipping
in a Stockholm paper,

...a dispatch
from Reykjavik.

I can only read their names.
I had it translated.

The last news of them was that
they went up Mount Sneffels...

- ...with some heavily-laden donkeys.
- Yes?

And then the animals
came down without their packs.

- And?
- And that's all.

Oliver S. Lindenbrook,
Alexander McKuen,

...Hans Belka,
and Madam...

- What's...
- Why, it seems a woman went with them.

A woman!

You know what
they'll call that...

...in the Royal Observatory
at Greenwich?

“A slight tremor coming
from undefined regions.”

Well, we've lived through a slight tremor.
Let us proceed.

It seems to be
moving away from us.

Madam, in these regions,
I'd never venture to say...

...anything is moving away
or coming towards us.

The only thing we can be certain of
is that danger is always with us.

We might as well
ignore it.

Run!

Jump!

Aah! Oh!

The three notches.

- The three notches of Arne Saknussemm.
- What does that mean?

We've been shown the right path.
We have a guide.

Alec, the plumb bob.

Look! Without these marks,
we would have gone astray.

We'd have wasted months
exploring endlessly.

We might have taken
any one of these channels.

But our great colleague
maketh a path for our feet.

Well, you all
deserve a rest.

Let's have tea with
a double ration of raisins.

- May I comb my hair first, Professor?
- Oh!

Ladies on the left.
Gentleman on the right.

Oh!

- What is it, madam?
- Shh!

If we'd known
you were subject to nightmares,

...we'd have made different
sleeping arrangements.

Someone is walking
up there.

I heard footsteps, human footsteps.

Madam, since the beginning
of time,

...all women have heard footsteps...
up there.

My hearing is
extremely acute.

The hearing of all women
is extremely acute.

My wife used to hear
rats in the attic,

...usually, on the nights before
I had an important lecture.

I used to go up,
armed with a broom.

Alec, go up and find out.
Hans...

Madam, will you leave those men alone?
They need rest.

Moreover, it was stipulated
that I give the orders.

There's no need to use that
patient voice with me, Professor.

Would you rather I used
an impatient voice?

Professor Lindenbrook, I am a
member of this expedition.

As such, I intend to report
any observations I make.

Alec, put it down
in the record...

...that a member of the expedition
reported rats in the attic.

Lights out!

Don't be afraid, madam.
I'm right here.

Conceal these marks completely.

I'll give them
some new ones.

This is steeper than
anything we've encountered.

It's just as well we all
had a good night's rest.

Alec, take this down.
21st day of our descent,

...starting from an estimated depth
of 129 kilometers,

...limestone formation
continues.

Aye, aye, Professor!

- Here are the three notches again.
- Good!

Gertrude!
Wrong turn.

Let's see.
What have we here?

One heads 220 degrees
south-southwest,

...the other 160 degrees
south-southeast. Strange.

I would have wagered we'd have
to bear in that direction.

That was Gertrude's
feeling too.

Are you sure
your compass is right?

Quite.

Madam...

What's he saying?

Hans is wondering about
the ultimate goal of our expedition.

He's asking, “Why?”

Alec, suppose
you tell him.

Well, why does man freeze to death
trying to reach the North Pole?

Why does man suffer the steam
and heat of the Amazon?

Why does he stagger his mind
with the mathematics of the sky?

Once a question mark has
arisen in the human brain,

...the answer must be found if it takes
a hundred years, a thousand years.

Let's hear you render that into a
few well-chosen Icelandic words.

Why not simply tell him scientists
have bats in their belfries?

Oh!

Are you all right?

Can you unhook yourself?
Yes! Hans!

- Grab his hand.
- I didn't see it! I didn't see it!

Never mind about that.

How is it possible?

This way was
clearly indicated.

There must have been a quake
since Arne Saknussemm's day.

This is no recent fissure. This has been
here since the beginning of time.

I was not in a position
to observe it scientifically.

We made a mistake
somewhere, but where?

What are you doing here, madam?
We're supposed to stay together.

You know we must never have
more than two lamps at a time.

We've been tricked, tricked
into the wrong tunnel.

Those three notches
are not Arne Saknussemm's.

She's right, Professor.

Someone has passed through
before us.

No need to ask who.

Madam heard him
last night.

Now she's saying,
“I told you so.”

Silently, I admit,
but she's saying it.

When I wish to say
something, I say it aloud.

In view of
this new development,

...I have no choice but
to break up the expedition.

- We must return.
- Why?

You don't strike me as
a man who frightens easily.

I'm not thinking of myself.
You know that.

I must think of you:
A woman!

We agreed I was to be
one of your men.

But if there is a madman
is loose in these...

He's against all of us, against
the very concept of this journey.

What's happened now?
What's he saying?

He said we should go back
to where Alec fell.

But it's not
on our route.

If we're to go ahead, we've
no time for detours.

Then you wait here.

If only my Jenny
were here to see this.

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ La-la, la-la-la ♪

♪ La, la, la ♪

♪ Bum dee bum bum ♪

♪ Bum dee dum ♪♪

Madam, now that
the boy has gone...

...and Hans doesn't
understand English,

...I must ask
a delicate question.

I'm blushing already.

You're wearing stays,
are you not?

Professor!

Yes, I thought so. I can hear
them creaking as you walk.

What I wear is not
your business!

Everything here
is my business.

Hans and I will look the other way
while you discard them.

Professor,
you go too far.

We're approaching regions where
the heat will be excessive.

Nothing must impede
anyone's breathing.

Alec!
Leaving in a few minutes!

I've got to take a specimen
of this back to Edinburgh,

...if it's the last thing I do.

Unique.
Inexplicable.

Ready to go, if that boy Alec
would be good enough to appear.

Where the devil is he?

It's a blind alley!

Keep back!

Professor!

Hans!

Good God!

Hold on.
Hold on to my arm.

My shoulder.
Hold on to me.

Oh, praise the Lord.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh.

Alec.

Professor!

Hello! Hello!

Professor,
here I am!

Here I am!

Salt!

Alec!

Alec!

Professor, you can't
go on this way.

I've kept track of the passage of days.
You haven't.

We'll try that channel
over there.

We were in that channel yesterday.
We left marks.

You won't find him there.

I've got to find him.
I'm responsible.

Oh.

No need to translate. I can
see this is a recent break.

Alec!

Can you hear me?

If you're down there, give us a sign!

Alec, listen carefully.

When the echoes stop,
you must try to answer.

If you're injured, if you
can't talk, make an effort.

Pick up a pebble and scratch the rock.
We'll hear you.

I promise you.
Just give us a sign!

A phosphorescent pool.

Strange grave
for a young Scot.

Professor,
there's no use.

How can I live
with myself?

Accept his loss like one soldier
accepts the loss of another soldier.

You must continue what you started. You
must go on with the Lindenbrook Expedition.

The Lindenbrook
Expedition.

Yes.

Go on with it.

It was his project,
as much as it was yours.

Yes, you're right.

We will proceed,

...but we won't call it the
Lindenbrook Expedition anymore.

From now on, it's the
Alec McKuen Expedition.

No broken bones?

Ribs all right?

Good. Get up.

Down there, food and water.
Refresh yourself.

So you lost
your friends?

Just as well.

It's my servant.

Too much heat, too much
load, too much fear.

You're younger.
You'll do to carry my things.

I'm not your servant,
Count Saknussemm.

Pride?
Rather out of place here.

Eat, drink and pick up those things.
I'm in a hurry.

To steal
the professor's project?

Steal?
Listen, young foreigner.

I don't have to steal
what belongs to me.

You're in my world now.

Stop!

I need someone to
carry my equipment!

You'll never find your
companions or your way out.

You need me
as much as I need you.

You found me.
My friends could find me too.

Very well, you'll carry
it with one arm, not two!

A hail of bullets.

No, no! It's a multiple echo
reverberating through the rock chambers.

The last echo
will give us the direction.

166 degrees south-southeast.

Alec. Alec.

Alec. Alec!

We'd given you up,
but you're alive, laddie.

You're alive!

Professor.
Carla. Hans.

Just to see y...

Where was he?

I... I didn't think he'd shoot,
but he did.

Of course I did.

What did you expect?
You are trespassers here.

I am the owner
of this domain.

You are also
the murderer of my husband.

I claimed my rights.
He would not listen.

Count Saknussemm,
in the name of your great ancestor,

...put down that preposterous gun.

No harm will come
if you accept my terms.

You will go back
the way you came,

...but you will leave equipment
I need and that man.

Sir Oliver, you are not going
to listen to a murderer.

Never interrupt
a murderer, madam.

I resent that
bourgeois classification.

I'll spare your lives.

You have
my word of honor.

Give me
your hand on that.

A bourgeois trick.
So sorry.

All right, before
we continue on our journey,

...we must perform
a solemn duty.

We have
to hold court.

Here, hundreds of kilometers
beneath the surface of the earth,

...we are the law.

The defendant stands accused
of one murder...

...and one act of mayhem.

To preserve legal formalities,
I must ask you, as jurors,

...is the defendant
guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Guilty.

Hans.

Guilty.

Then the mandatory
sentence...

...is death.

There are two bullets left.

Madam, will you be good
enough to explain to Hans?

We will follow the route
marked by the notches.

He is to wait here for 10 minutes,
then carry out the sentence.

No, no, no, no, no.

Professor, I can carry
something with my left hand.

You can carry yourself for a couple
of days. That's all we can expect.

Sir Oliver,
there's a slight problem.

Our friend
Hans refuses to shoot the count.

What do you mean, refuses?
It's a court order.

It seems his family have been loyal
to the Saknussemms for generations.

And, well, he cannot touch the gun.

This is contempt of court.

All right, Alec.

Oh, no, no, Profess...
I mean, Sir Oliver.

You mustn't look at me.
I, um...

I couldn't pull the trigger
with my left hand.

Oh, no. You... You couldn't consider
for a moment that I could do it.

After all, I'm a woman!

I see. For weeks
you've been denying your sex.

And now you fall back on it.

I would say
the natural executioner...

...would be the leader
of the expedition.

We must face
the truth, sir.

We're much too civilized to...
To do away with a fellow human being.

What do you propose? Drag him
along with us? Feed him?

Let him share our glory?
Stop fiddling with those lamps!

Oh, Madam...

What's he jabbering about?

I'll tell you
what he's saying.

The lamps are giving out.
And I'll give you the reason.

The induction coils
have been corroded by the salt.

To save what we can, I insist that
we leave these regions at once.

You insist?

As a matter of fact,
he's bloody well right.

Let's be off.

You realize, Professor, Saknussemm's
unfastened himself from the rope again...

...and gone off?

Oh, what's the harm? He'll
be back when it's time to eat.

The harm is, Madam,
he's wasting a lamp.

Madam, will you
try your lamp, please?

- It's dead.
- Yours, Alec?

When these things are gone,
they're really gone.

Madam, make a final note while there
is still light enough to write by.

Let me.
My arm's well now.

No need.

Covered another
92 kilometers.

Temperature
dropped seven degrees.

Surprisingly cooler
than anticipated.

The darkness is
closing about us.

This may be
our last entry.

Hans and I can cut some rope
into torches.

That's a good idea.

What puzzles me is that the three
notches of Arne Saknussemm...

...still keep pointing
our way.

What kind of a lamp
did he have?

Perhaps my ancestor
did not require a lamp.

From here on, neither do you, Sir Oliver.
Why don't you turn it off?

Yes,
just switch it off.

Why,
it's miraculous.

Look at this.

What is it, sir?

A form of algae with
a property of luminescence.

Light without heat.
A cool chemical light.

You've seen fireflies, Madam,
and glowworms...

...and forms of life in the sea
that generate their own light?

The same principle
is involved here.

256th day.

The phenomenal winds vanished
as abruptly as they came.

We are now in a stupendous
deposit of cinnabar.

What's that curious little
mark you make on every page?

M.E.: McKuen Expedition.

You mean that whenever I've
said Lindenbrook Expedition,

...you've written
McKuen Expedition?

May I remind you
that months ago,

...you gave me explicit orders
to that effect?

You may not remind me. I do not wish
to be corrected by you incessantly.

Is that what I'm doing?

You're doing it with your looks,
with the inflection of your voice,

...the very posture
of your body.

Your entire presence is
a constant criticism of me.

I'm tired of it.
I've had enough!

You've had enough!

Let me tell you, you
dried-up walnut of a man!

If anyone's had enough,
it's me!

It's I.

It's I! It's me!
It's Carla Göteborg.

I quit!
I'm leaving!

May I send for
madam's horse and carriage?

Well, at least you know
I have a temper.

Alec will
keep the charts. Alec!

Alec!

Why can't he stay around?

Aye, aye, aye, aye-o!

Mushrooms!
A forest of mushrooms.

They might be hundreds of years
old, but the small ones we can eat.

They're delicious!

To think they grew without sun
this far under the earth!

All the food we can eat!

It's tougher
than leather.

We'll have new soles
for our shoes.

Ooh!

It's like an oak tree!

Ah! Madam,
you're magnificent.

Mushroom steak,
mushroom soup, mushroom hash.

Let me say this: If we'd had one
more week of that salted beef,

...I would have perished.

Don't be too happy.

After some months of this, you'll be smacking
your lips at the thought of salt beef.

Yes. Months, months.

If we only knew
how many more.

There's no term
to the work of a scientist.

Let me say this, Madam,
if you hadn't been along,

...this whole journey
would have been unbearable.

But that's not Professor
Lindenbrook's feeling.

It's mine.

You see, we have no sun,
no moon, no stars,

...but then you're here.

And what is the name
of the girl you love?

I beg your pardon?

The girl you love.
What's her name?

Jenny. But why would you
want to know that just now?

Oh, dear Alec.

There are times when it's advisable
to jog a young man's memory.

Professor!

Here's some hot mushroom porridge
for you, Sir Oliver.

I slept as I'd never slept
in Edinburgh.

No street noises,
no church bells,

...no clatter of pans
from the kitchen.

I may move here
permanently.

What's our large friend
doing over there?

I don't know.
Special command of His Majesty.

Is that madman
still giving orders?

This is supposed to be
his rest period.

The minute you fell asleep, he went off
in that direction, through the tunnel.

He came back long enough to order
the felling of the mushrooms.

What in the world can he want
with all those?

You've come to ask me
why I didn't take my rest period.

I don't sleep.

I hate those little
slices of death.

- It's a sea.
- It's an ocean with waves and currents.

The ocean
of the underworld.

Some earthquake before
the beginning of history...

...cracked wide open
the great sea,

...and, through the fissures,
poured this.

The fissures closed again.

No map ever recorded
the Saknussemm Ocean.

I so christened it
while you were asleep.

It's the prerogative of the discoverer.
I congratulate you.

You realize, Lindenbrook, from now on
there will be no more notches to follow.

That's why you ordered a raft.
I approve.

- A Dimetrodon! - If I had my gun,
we'd have fresh meat for dinner.

That's what he's saying!
He's a flesh-eater!

Can he swim?

No, thank God.

The wind blows
down the high street.

Here.

I brought you
some nice apples.

I wonder if it's cold
where they are.

Where they are, indeed!

Are they anyplace?

McKuen, put that toy away
and take over the rudder.

Yes, sir.

I didn't tell you to
throw it away!

It blew out of my hand!

My watch!

The instruments!
Save the instruments!

My ring!
My wedding ring!

A field of force that snatches gold away.
This is it. This is it!

The junction of magnetic forces
from the North to the South Pole!

The center of the Earth!

Hang on!

Hold on to your rope,
Alec! Hold on!

No!

Is everyone here?

Madam Göteborg,
Alec,

...Hans.

Gertrude.

And His Highness
over there.

So...

...the expedition with all
the names ends like this.

We're alive, aren't we?

After all, we did hit
the center of the Earth.

It hit us, laddie.

No need to tell us. He wants
to know where we go from here.

Tired minds
don't plan well.

Sleep first, plan later.

When I refused to eat my
porridge when I was a boy,

...my mother,
like all mothers, used to say,

...“Oliver, the day may come when you'd
very much like to have that porridge.”

Why do you look so surprised?
Is it incredible that I ever had a mother?

I was just thinking
how proud she'd be...

...of that little boy
who wouldn't eat his porridge.

Here, duck.

Here, duck.

Gertrude.

Gertrude.

Gertrude?

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude! Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Hans! Hans!

Why do you look at me
like that?

Hans!

I needed food,
so I took it.

Professor, tell your man
to calm himself.

I'm not in the mood to engage in a
dispute about a slaughtered duck.

Professor!
Stop him!

Stop this fool!

- Hans!
- Hans!

You ingrates!
What can you do without me?

Only I can show you the way
out of this realm of mine.

Look out!

This is
the sunken city.

After 5,000 years, men behold a
fragment of the lost Atlantis.

All we know about it
comes from the Greek.

The floor of the sea opened up and
swallowed the whole island of Atlantis.

This must have been
the market square.

Professor!

Professor, this looks like
some sort of inn.

It is an inn,
an eating place, certainly.

Eating. What a word.
What a wonderful word.

Well, we've learned one thing
about the inhabitants of Atlantis.

They ate oysters.

Stale bread.

We must speak
to the baker.

Madam!

Madam!

Ja?

He's asking if that was
a temple to their god?

Yes, I'm sure it is.

It's some sort of altar stone
where the sacred flame burned.

It's serpentine,
isn't it?

Exactly.
A massive form of asbestos.

To think that
at a moment like this,

...I've no pad and pencil
to record it all.

Turn around, madam.
Don't look.

What is it?

The great Arne Saknussemm,
I presume.

So this is
as far as he came.

What's the matter with you two?
Say “How do you do” to a brave man.

He must have dragged himself
here with a broken leg.

Look at that tibia.

You won't find anything edible
in there.

Why not? The Chinese eat
eggs over 400 years old.

Gunpowder.

Professor, look at his right hand.
It's pointing somewhere.

To that shaft
over there.

Of course! Of course! This is
what the pointing finger meant!

This is the way up. He
couldn't make it, but we can.

This is a volcanic chimney.

The violent updraft can mean
only one thing.

A direct hatchway
to the surface.

We can climb up!

Madam, explain to Hans.

Let him venture a hundred
meters or so and reconnoiter.

The updraft
can't carry him away.

Hans...

Now I'd say let's roll up
our sleeves, if we had any.

We mustn't hope
for too much.

This light won't be with us
all the way.

We'll have to provide
some kind of light.

And food.
I'll go see what I can find.

I'll comb every inch of Atlantis.

If we only had some shears,
we could cut it off.

Could we?

Aye, aye! Aye, aye!

Aye, aye!
Aye, aye!

Flints!
I found some flints.

Good lad.

We won't be walking
in darkness.

Madam!

I wish I had
better news for you.

It gives every indication
of being a perfect passage upward,

...straighter than the one
we descended, but...

But? But?

There's an obstacle, a gigantic block
of stone obstructs the passageway.

Hans said only a landslide
could ever move it.

No. Let him be.

If all his hopes
hadn't been so high.

- Alec!
- Yes, sir?

The haversack. Arne Saknussemm's
haversack. Get it!

If God is with us, and that gunpowder
has kept its ginger over the years,

...we'll make that
landslide ourselves.

Now, my wonderful companions,
you realize, I hope,

...that we're taking
an enormous chance.

But it's our only chance.

I guarantee that this will
blow up the obstructing rock.

Whether the surrounding rocks will take the
disturbance lightly, that I cannot guarantee.

Let's get what protection we can.
Into the altar stone.

Dear God,
ruler of heaven and the Earth...

Don't set any limit
to his realm, laddie.

God of the universe,
we are in thy merciful hands.

- Look out!
- Run, Professor! A monster!

Let me go!

We started an earthquake.

The lava
is pushing us up!

It's an earthquake
of unusual magnitude!

More likely, it's
a volcanic eruption.

Listen to this: “Stromboli,
Italy, first eyewitness report.

The capsule
of the dead volcano...

...broke under
a tremendous explosion.

Rocks of extraordinary size
are being spewed out into the sea.”

Dammi una mano.

Piano, eh? Piano.

Passami vino.

Ecco.

Signora, beva, beva.

Where's Alec?

Hans says Alec was thrown
from the altar stone...

...long before
we hit the water.

Non Si preoccupi,
abbiamo lo scalino!

I'm most grateful, ladies.

But my immediate need is not a ladder.
I need trousers!

- Che dice?
- Pants!

Pantaloons!
Pantaloons!

Oh, vuole pantalone!

Pantalone? Oh!

Don't bring them
yourselves.

Send a friar, a monk.

- Oh!
- Oh!

Oh!

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me.

Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!
Lindenbrook!

Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!
Lindenbrook!

Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!

Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!
Lindenbrook!

Speech! Speech!
Speech! Speech!

Speech! Speech!

Hello, Scots!

If these shouts of yours express some
pleasure that we've returned alive,

...I thank you deeply.

However, if they're meant as
praise for a successful scientist,

...I must disclaim that honor.

- No!
- No!

No. A scientist who cannot prove what he
has accomplished has accomplished nothing.

I have no records,
no shred of evidence.

I will never embarrass
this distinguished university...

...by asking
that it take my word.

Let me say only this.

300 years ago,

...a daring man undertook
a perilous journey...

...and never came back.

We followed his path
and returned...

...by the grace of God
and a heathen altar stone.

One day, someone else,

...it may be you, my boy,
or your sons or grandsons...

...will pick up
where we left off.

This I know.

The spirit of man
cannot be stopped!

- Splendid, Oliver.
- Thank you.

Professor, here's someone
who wants to say good-bye.

His ship sails at 4:00.

Hans, old friend, we never
could have done without you.

He has a speech.

Uh...

Hello, sir. If you...

If you'll ever go
down there again,

...the center Earth,
Hans will go too.

Thank you.

Did you get your injuries when the
volcano blew up, in the hot lava?

Oh, no. It happened in
Edinburgh, at our wedding.

He was in such a hurry leaving the
church he fell down the steps.

You poor wee bride,
after all that waiting,

...it's been no marriage
for you at all.

You underestimate Alec.

I'm taking the night train to
London and then back to Stockholm.

Stockholm? But you have
a job to do right here.

I?

I intend to write my memoirs.

You don't think I can remember
everything that happened alone.

Oh, I see.
What you need is a widow...

...who can jog your memory
and take dictation.

I suppose I'm to report every day from
9:00 till 12:00? From 2:00 to 6:00?

No. None of that nonsense.
You can stay in my house.

And what would
Edinburgh say?

It's one thing to spend one's days and
nights with a man under the earth,

...another under one roof
in Scotland.

Well, uh,
what do you propose?

Oh, that's not a word
I bandy about, Professor.

What did I say?
Which word?

I thought it would
catch in your throat.

Uh, madam!

Madam.
Oh, thank you.

Uh, Madam Göteborg!

Frau Göteborg. Carla!

Yes, Oliver?

Carla.

I warn you.

I'm wearing stays again.

♪ Here's to the prof
of geology ♪

♪ Master of all natural history ♪

♪ Rare boy, he ♪

♪ And rare boys, we ♪

♪ To know such a big curiosity ♪

♪ To the prof,
Aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ To the best, aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ To the next, aye, aye, aye, aye ♪

♪ Aye, aye, aye, ♪

♪ Aye ♪♪