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- 350 years?

- Uh-huh.

Give or take.

Elizabeth I was queen and my ancestor

was a captain in her royal guard.

- Probably the reason
she never got married.

- She knighted him for
bravery, later made him a Lord.

- He must have been very good indeed.

- Mm-hmm.

Family legend.

- Just how much money
does your family have?

(laughs)

- Something wrong?

- You're not gonna peel it for me?

- I could.

- Would you?

- Now, you're not trying
to start something

you don't intend to finish again, are you?

- Oh, I believe that
was you the last time.

- Well, it won't be this time.

(ground cracks)

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Now, where were we?

(ground cracking)

(yelling)

- Wow.

It's a good thing we
don't do that every day.

- Oh, I don't know.

It felt pretty good to me.

- Where are we?

- Stuck down a hole.

- Or someone's coffin.

- I haven't seen many like
him around here before.

Looks like a pirate.

- That's just what I was thinking.

What's he doing here?

Hey.

- Oh, I don't believe it.

- It couldn't be.

(gun fires)

- Nice shooting, Marguerite.

(laughs)

Careful, it could be booby trapped.

- You're right.

You better open it.

- [John] It would be my pleasure.

(tense music)

(gasps)

(John laughs)

- [Narrator] At the
dawn of the last century

a band of explorers searched
for a prehistoric world.

Driven by ambition, secret
desires, a thirst for adventure,

and seeking the ultimate story,

they are befriended by an untamed beauty.

Stranded in a strange and savage land.

Each day is a desperate
search for a way out

of The Lost World.

(adventurous theme music)

- We're gonna need the others

to get it back to the tree house.

What is it?

- Death to all and any
who touch my plunder.

Captain Bonny.

- Very funny.

Hey!

- Is it?

- Well, what else was he
gonna write, help yourself?

- I say we dig a hole for
the captain and his treasure

and leave them both right here.

- Bury the good captain if you like,

but the treasure is going
back to the tree house.

- What for?

You can't spend any of it until you find

a way off this plateau.

It's perfectly safe right where it is.

- Afraid of a little curse?

- It's just dead weight to
carry around, Marguerite.

And quite frankly, who
needs the exercise, hmm?

There's got to be a shovel
around here somewhere.

- Roxton, the treasure is
going back to the tree house

whether you help me or I get the others.

- And how are you going to get it out

of here if I don't give you a hand?

- And what are you
gonna do, leave me here?

Once I know where it is,

I can come back and
get it any time I like.

Just trying to save you a little work.

- Roxton's right.

We don't need a pile of stolen
treasure lying around here.

- [George] Look at these
priceless artifacts.

- This stuff belongs in a museum.

- Not to mention a private auction.

- Discoveries like these are
all part of the expedition.

Anybody could have found
the chest in the pit.

Its better we keep it here.

- I'd sure would like to
find out where it came from.

- Now, that is a mystery that
deserves to be investigated.

Did it come from a ship?

And if so, why was it
dragged all the way up

on to the plateau?

- I still say put it back.

- Yes, well.

You've already raised your
objections and we voted on it.

You and Roxton lost.

- Democracy in action.

- Look at this.

Captain Bonny, 1835.

- What does it say?

- It says put it back
before it's too late.

- This can't be true.

- Ship fell through the sky.

Last known location, Northeast of Bermuda.

- The Devil's Triangle.

Ships have been disappearing
in that part of the ocean

for hundreds of years.

- So they say.

We've never had proof of the phenomenon.

- Maybe not until now.

- Come on.

Where did they land?

Where are the remains of their ship, huh?

- They landed in water.

A small saltwater sea.

The ship broke up and sank.

- The Inland Sea.

- Captain Bonny and a few crew members

made it to shore with the treasure.

- So, he dug himself a hole
in the middle of nowhere

and died defending his useless treasure.

- And now it's ours to defend.

- If we can pinpoint
exactly where this ship

dropped into the Inland Sea,

I may be able to learn
how this phenomenon works.

- And then what?

Reverse the process?

Launch us up into the atmosphere

and spit us out into the Mid-Atlantic?

- I admit it sounds preposterous.

But then, any avenue
that may lead to a way

off this plateau is worth pursuing.

Wouldn't you agree?

- I can't argue with that.

How long you planning to spend there?

- Oh, four or five days perhaps.

Maybe longer.

But don't you feel any obligation to come.

Malone is more than enthusiastic.

- Always the journalist.

- Still got empty pages to fill.

Besides, you may be better off
here trying to keep the peace

between Veronica and Marguerite.

Good luck.

- Marguerite, do you
have to scatter this junk

all over the house?

- Oh, no.

Junk is what was here before.

This is more the style I'm accustomed to.

I'm sure this one must have
been the captain's favorite.

- Yes, pirate captain, remember?

Put it in your room.

I don't want to have
anything to do with it.

- As you wish.

As soon as I finish taking inventory.

Veronica, really.

The curse is utter nonsense.

Nothing but the scratching
of a drunken pirate.

There is nothing real or
supernatural about it.

- What about fate,
destiny, or poetic justice?

- No match for free
will and determination.

- And greed.

Let's not forget your real motivation.

- And what would you know
about my real motivation?

Unlike the pair of you, apparently,

I like to surround myself with
things of value and beauty.

- Where does that leave us?

- On the outside looking in.

- With envy.

- Not anymore.

Didn't you notice?

Now that Malone and Challenger

have gone to explore the Inland Sea,

the odds have changed.

- What odds?

- The odds of you getting outvoted.

- Oh, no.

We're not gonna have another vote.

- Maybe just a small recount.

- Roxton!

- You know my vote.

- Over my dead body.

I will fight you both if I have to.

- Fight?

- Oh.

- You really want to fight about it?

- It's what I said.

- Not very democratic.

- Roxton, wake up.

Hey.

- Trouble?

- Everything's fine.

Marguerite's asleep.

- As we all should be.

- Ah.

We have to get that treasure out of here.

- What?

- We don't need to invite trouble.

Come on.

- What do you intend
to do about Marguerite?

- Knock her out.

- What?

- I gave her some herbal tea.

One of my mother's favorite
recipes for insomnia.

- Oh, really?

Turn around.

Marguerite would be proud.

- She'll get the best night
sleep she's had in weeks.

Do you really think she'd use that gun?

- I'm sure it's just for show.

- She really scares me sometimes.

- Layer upon layer of self preservation.

Sometimes it's hard to get to the truth.

- It's amazing you never stop trying.

- Underneath it all she's not so

very different from the rest of us.

- You mean, when she's like this?

(chest thumps)

- Roxton!

Veronica!

I'm not laughing anymore!

Where is it?

This had better be a joke!

Veronica, if you have
taken it back to that pit,

I guarantee you will feel the
wrath of that dead pirate.

She's never gonna find it.

(laughing)

- [Marguerite] Where is it?

- Oh, Marguerite.

Calm down.

- I am calm.

You take me to it, now.

- It's perfectly safe and
we know exactly where it is.

But no one else is going to
know until we find our way home.

- This was your idea.

- No, my idea was to throw it down

the deepest crevice that we could find.

- Show me where it is and
we can still be friends.

- I like it just the way it is.

Oh, Marguerite.

It's for the best.

And as Veronica says, why tempt fate?

- [Marguerite] You just did.

- Where are you going?

- Where do you think I am going?

You won't show me where it is,

so I have to find it for myself.

Oh, and about yesterday?

The best part was finding the treasure.

- The Devil's triangle.

Now, that could explain how
any number of civilizations

came to be here on the plateau.

- How so?

- Well, like you said.

Ships have been disappearing
in that part of the ocean

for hundreds of years.

Chances are there'd be a few survivors.

- Who've have gone on to
flourish here in this lost world.

You know, that makes a lot of sense.

- Hello, what have we here?

- There's smoke in the chimney.

Must be somebody home.

(tense music)

- Simple fisherman by the looks of it.

- One step closer you get a bullet each.

- Simple something.

- What do you want?

- We mean you no harm.

I'm Professor George Challenger,

this is my colleague Edward Malone.

We live just across the valley.

- So, what brings you here?

- We wanted to ask you a
few questions about the sea.

- What kind of questions?

- Well, simple questions about the tides,

the currents, weather conditions.

- Debris that washes
up to shore, you know.

Pieces of ships, things like that.

Objects that fall from the sky.

- What do you know about that?

- Well, nothing.

We just heard stories.

Lots of stories.

- Yeah?

I like a good story.

Why don't you come inside
and tell me all about it.

- Thank you, but we've got a
lot of ground to cover tonight.

- I insist.

- It's been very nice talking to you.

- Stop right where you are.

Drop your weapons and turn around.

One should never ignore
friendly hospitality.

(laughs)

More.

- Your wife makes a good cup of tea.

At least it smells like a good cup of tea.

- You're a very lucky man
to have such a good wife.

- Tell me more about these
things that fall from the sky.

- Well, there's not much to tell, really.

It's as Malone said, just a few stories

we picked up here and there, that's all.

- Native legends.

Myths, most likely.

- Folktales.

Oh, I get it.

Who do you think you're
talking to, Edward Malone?

Born yesterday you think I was?

My name is Wik Pappin and my kin have been

in this place since 1835.

One could take exception
to strangers like you

making eyes at their wife.

Many have died for less.

- I'm sure in your little world

many people have died
for absolutely nothing.

- (laughs) That's always the best.

Now, let's see what you brought me.

What have we here?

- That's nothing.

It's just personal writings.

- My colleague is a well
respected journalist.

- You think I can't read, old man?

Where'd you get this?

- Don't tell him anything.

- Another word from you will be your last.

Start talking, journalist.

- We found Bonny's treasure
four or five days from here.

It's yours for the taking.

- We were just on our way back home.

- I warned you!

- Wait!

You hurt him, I swear I'll never tell you

where that treasure is.

- We'll see about that.

Draw me a map.

- Well, you let us go and
we'll lead you right to it.

- When I've got the treasure,
we'll talk about your future.

Immy?

Go get my mates.

- She's been out there all day.

- I can't believe she hasn't given up yet.

- [John] She's never gonna give up.

She'll just get angrier.

- And take it out on us.

- Exactly.

Maybe we should put an end to this.

- Oh, no.

We're not going to tell her anything.

You and I made a deal.

- Which is really gonna bring down

the curse of Marguerite.

- We're here and ready, Wik.

- I see that, Mr. Davey.

And you're about to make some history.

- As long as there's blood and screaming,

I'm always happy to oblige.

- There'll be lots of that and more.

You and the men are
going treasure hunting.

- Are they buying it?

- Looks like it.

He's showing them the map.

- What are you doing?

Don't do that.

- Oh, no.

- What?

- He's ripping it up.

- That map leads nowhere.

But Captain Bonny, braggart that he was,

couldn't help describing his
perfect little hiding spot.

See, he dug a pit.

How else could a thieving,

backstabbing snake just disappear?

(pirates laughing)

Be back tomorrow, or I'll come looking.

- What are you waiting for?

Let's get going.

Come on.

Move it, mutt.

It's coming with us.

- Immy, come here!

- What are you up to?

Oh no, you're not doing
what I think you're doing.

- Our secret treasure map.

Complete with carefully
measured directions.

- Where are you taking her?

- Right back here, empty handed.

- You think she'll fall for this?

- As determined as she is?

She'll fall for it in a second.

- Yeah, well do me a favor.

Leave me out of it.

- Our host is obviously a descendant

of one of the other survivors.

- They probably all are.

They're not gonna be any too pleased

when they find the treasure's gone.

We should have listened to Roxton

and left that treasure
right where we found it.

- I'll have us out of here in a moment.

We'll warn the others.

- So, how's my new mates?

- Tiring of your atrocious hospitality.

- Time for a little walk, journalist.

- Why?

Is there decks to be swabbed?

- You wish.

You're gonna be sorry you
tried to double cross me.

- You're not gonna get away with this.

- Enjoy what little time
you have left, old man.

You're next.

- Don't worry about me.

At least one of us will get out of here.

- The fun and games are over.

If a bunch of savages
makes off with my treasure,

you will wish you had never met me.

- Marguerite, I promise you.

No one's going to find it.

- We hid it very well.

- When Challenger and Malone get back,

the odds will once again be in my favor,

and you will have to
abandon your little coup.

- Maybe, maybe not.

If we can convince one of
them to change their mind.

- Don't even think about it.

- We'll talk more about
it when they get back.

- Aha!

What's this, a map?

- Oh, brilliant.

- Is this real or not?

Hey.

- No, it's Veronica's
idea of a little fun.

- I don't believe you.

- Well, why would I lie?

- Only one reason, to hide the truth.

- Marguerite, you're wasting time.

The map leads you right back here.

- You couldn't lie to save your life.

- What did I tell you?

- What part of leave me out
of it didn't you understand?

(laughs)

- I've got to find Malone.

- A lot of people are gonna die for this.

- [Pirate] What do you see?

- Somebody took the bloody treasure!

Come here, you mongrel.

Come on.

Go find Bonny's heart and soul.

- Come on.

- 97, 98, 99, hundred.

Turn left at the big rock.

What big rock?

Well, I get it.

Let's have a little fun
with Marguerite, shall we?

Wait till I get my hands on you two.

- Here she is, captain's treasure.

What's taking you so so long?

Come on.

Okay, come on.

Put your backs into it.

He who laughs last, Captain Bonny.

- Laughs loudest of all.

Drop your weapons, back away, now.

- And who the hell might
you be, pretty lady?

- [Pirate] Put it down.

- That's my treasure.

I buried it there for safekeeping.

- No kidding?

You gonna shoot us all?

- If I have to.

You first.

- I'm flattered.

Right here in the heart, you can't miss.

(gun fires)

- I knew this was a bad idea.

- One more, you die.

(gun fires)

No!

Get your hands off me!

- Far too late for that, my lady.

So, what's a pretty lady like you

doing all alone in the jungle?

- Who said I'm alone?

My friends should be here any minute.

- How many friends you got?

- More than you, I'm sure.

(man laughs)

- The more the merrier,
but I don't believe you.

- Pirates?

- Captain Bonny's curse.

- You take the big one.

- Why do you think we're here?

We're not here to pick flowers.

- Hey.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(metal clanging)

- Ooh.

- [Pirate] Come on!

- Very impressive, ladies.

Now, who are you?

- The treasure belongs to us.

We want it back.

- Then start hauling.

- You're just gonna leave me here to die?

- Won't take too long once
the tide starts rolling in.

This cave fills up like a tankard of ale.

Reckon you've got about five or six hours.

- That's probably more than you have.

- Yeah, how you figure that?

- My colleague and I are
part of a larger expedition.

32 men.

A military expedition.

- (laughs) Your new friends
had some good stories, too.

- Malone, where the hell are you?

(growling)

Just what I needed.

(yelling)

(dramatic music)

(growling)

Out of the pan and into the fire.

- You sure you'll be all right
alone with this character?

- You should be asking him that, not me.

- Get over there.

- My mates will be coming back.

You can bet your lives on that.

Wik Pappin will be coming with them.

- We're hoping to meet your boss half way.

And you had better hope
he's smarter than you

and knows when to cut his losses.

- And if he's hurt our friends,

you're the one who'd better worry.

- You don't scare me.

(gasps)

- Don't I?

- Are you really gonna offer
him the entire treasure?

- Yes.

If that's what it takes
to secure the release

of Malone and Challenger.

- We only brought it here
for safekeeping, Marguerite.

- Stay away from him.

- [Veronica] Be careful.

- If you say one word that I
find distasteful or offensive,

I will not hesitate to
correct your grammar.

- What's the matter, journalist?

Running out of stories?

- Ever wonder why your
wife ran out on you?

You're nothing but a bully and a coward.

- She didn't run away.

She's just hiding until I sober up.

If she really tried to
run away I'll kill her.

If she gets away, I'll just grab another

from the nearest village.

- I hope you rot in hell.

- Yep.

Well, hell's warmer than
this place, that's for sure.

Some of the others died singing.

Give that a try.

(whistling)

What happened?

Where is it?

Where's Davey?

Where's the treasure?

- [Pirate] Ambushed.

We were outnumbered.

- You idiot!

- [Veronica] Malone,
Challenger, anybody home?

- That's two of them there.

- [John] Wik Pappin, come on out!

- A little bit of trouble
and a good looking blonde.

- [Veronica] Anybody home, or an ambush?

- Only one way to find out.

- It looks like they might have escaped.

- Hey, you, inside!

- Ah, it looks like the
little pirate is home.

- That's close enough, Pappin!

- You know my name!

How about my reputation
for killing nosy strangers?

- That was a good one.

Put down your guns and
we'll talk this out!

- What have got to talk about?

- The treasure!

That is, if you're still interested.

- I was on my way to get it now!

- Let our friends go and
we'll give it back to you!

- Oh and by the way, we're
holding one of your men as well!

- Too bad for him!

And too bad for you!

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

Last chance!

Get out of my shack!

- Put down your guns.

I'll be happy to come out and talk.

- Get it.

- [Pirate] Come on!

- Talk about this. (laughs)

- I wonder where they're going?

- What has he done with
Malone and Challenger?

- They must have escaped.

I'd say he's been out
there looking for them.

- Oh, my god.

- I've been saving this
for something special!

- What do we do now?

(dramatic music)

Gunpowder?

- All right, fight fire with fire.

We need to create a diversion.

Start tearing a hole in
the back of the wall.

- Nothing left to say in there?

Faster.

- You ready?

- Whenever you are.

- Go!

- What the hell are you doin'?

(explosion booming)

What?

Must be in the water.

- [Pirate] The explosion must've got 'em.

- They have to come up for air.

Ah, the hell with them.

Lets go get the treasure.

(gasping)

- I didn't know I could
hold my breath that long.

- Nor I.

- We better find Malone and Challenger.

- Better get back to the tree house.

Marguerite's all alone.

- You're as greedy as Captain Bonny.

- Captain Bonny stole this treasure.

I found it.

In the eyes of the law, that
makes all the difference.

- There's plenty to go
around for all of us.

- No, I really don't think so.

You see, I have expenses.

- I know what I appear to be.

I can be kind and generous.

- You struck me as the complex type.

- I'm nothing compared to Captain Bonny.

He was the worst cutthroatin'
pirate you've ever seen.

- Why?

Because he ended up with
all the stolen treasure?

- Because he killed his mates to get it.

Captain Bonny almost drowned,

but one of his mates saved him.

Nine of them made it to the shore

and Bonny slit all
their throats one by one

and kept the treasure for himself.

- You mean before
anybody else could do it.

- Yeah, something like that.

Except, he didn't quite kill one of them.

His first mate Seymour Pappin.

- Oh.

Ancestor of your hallowed leader.

- Ancestor of us all.

Never found the treasure,
but sired a whole new tribe.

What?

- Looks like he didn't do a
very good job of that either.

- Loosen these straps, I'll show you how.

- Remember what I said about your grammar.

- Sorry, miss.

I meant no disrespect.

- Good.

You're a fast learner.

I'll have to think of
some way to reward you.

- It can't end like this.

Immy, help me.

I'll take you back to your village.

- I can't.

He'll kill me.

- Immy, don't be afraid.

I have friends who can help you.

I won't let him hurt you, I swear.

That's it.

Now, give me the knife.

(dramatic music)

- I can't swim.

- The knife!

No!

Come on, Immy.

I won't let you die.

(coughing)

- Thank you.

- No, thank you.

You did it.

Now, go back to your village.

We'll take care of Pappin.

(growling)

- All in good time, my friend.

First things first.

(electricity zapping)
- Ow!

- What the hell is this?

Spread out!

There must be a way in somewhere.

Anybody home up there?

I want my treasure!

- It's about bloody time
your king showed up.

- Do you hear me up there?

Send down my treasure!

- No need to blabber like a
beached whale, I hear you.

- Last chance.

Send down my treasure or
I'm coming up to get it.

- Jeez, I'd like to see that.

(gun fires)

All right, all right.

Hate to put you to all that trouble.

- Hey, it's no trouble at all.

- Just give me a minute

and I'll send it down with your cousin.

(men laughing)

(growling)

- Oh, no.

I really hate raptors.

Challenger?

- Malone?

In here!

- I'll try and lead it away.

- [George] Be careful!

- Too late for that.

(screeching)

- That's a magnificent throw, Malone.

Veronica would be very proud of you.

- I got it.

I got the treasure.

(guns firing)

- The current's turned off.

Take your accursed treasure
and leave us alone.

- A pleasure doing
business with you, ma'am.

- Sometimes it's just too easy.

(John whistles)

Oh, no.

- Move away.

(yelling)

(grunting)

- Roxton, Veronica, let them have it!

(grunting)

(metal clanging)

- I only want what we deserve.

- That's exactly what I'm gonna give you.

- Tell your friend to drop his weapon.

Ah, my leg!

- Time to taste some of
my hospitality, old man.

(gun firing)

- Do I finally have your attention?

- Too little too late, Marguerite.

I believe we have these
scoundrels well at hand.

- No, you don't.

I gave you the bloody treasure.

Just take it and go.

- Now, wait just a minute, Marguerite.

- No, Captain Bonny was right.

The treasure's cursed.

I don't want any part of it.

- How'd you like to be a rich man's wife?

- And maybe you'd like to be
buried next to the captain.

- Ah, you're a loser, born and bred.

Come on!

- [Davey] Ow!

- [John] Hey.

- Well, it's what you wanted, wasn't it?

- Okay, Marguerite.

You win.

- I usually do.

- Seriously, if this
were one of my stories,

even I couldn't convince the reader

that you gave up a fortune just like that.

- Unless you honestly believe
that treasure was cursed.

- Oh, George.

Not a chance.

- So, there's only one
other possible explanation.

- And that would be?

- Aren't you hot with that
scarf around your neck?

- Why, Lord Roxton,

is there any detail that escapes your eye?

- Well, well, well.

So, my dear.

Where's the rest of the treasure?

- All right, put it down.

It'll be easier to carry
once we fill our pockets.

(gun fires)
(explosion booms)

- Marguerite, you didn't.

- You did say it was cursed, remember?

- Oh, Captain Marguerite.

The most feared and elegant pirate around.

- The scourge of the plateau.

- Which brings us back to the question.

Where's the rest of the treasure?

- Oh, it's perfectly safe.

Now, only I know where it is.

(adventurous theme music)

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