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[music playing]

[chatter, cheering]

[punching]

Uncle, uncle.

What time is it, Abel?

4:30.

Well, I think I played with this guy long enough.

No, not this time.

Bet the wad.

Well then, come on then.

[chatter, cheering]

The big man is going down for good.

Who says no?

[chatter, cheering]

Come on.

Oh, no, no.

[cheering]

He's not good enough.

How do we make out?

Even better than the last time.

That should keep the wolves at bay.

- How are you holding up? - Never better.

Is the team ready? - Like always.

How important is she?

Run, lads, run.

More tea, Mrs. Dennison?

No, thank you.

I'm sure he'll be right along.

She's already here.

Excellent.

She means business.

Step up.

Whoa, whoa there.

Is everything all right?

She's been waiting, but I believe I

kept her suitably entertained.

At least, I hope so.

Good.

We must keep up appearances.

What's she like?

She's very nice.

I do so enjoy playing hostess for your uncle.

After we're married--

After we're married, uncle Jonathan

can find his own hostess.

Come on.

Mrs. Dennison, profound apologies.

Mr. Brock.

You've been hurt.

Oh, it was nothing.

I was just racing back from a lecture

at the anthropological society.

I'm doing some fundraising for a scientific expedition

to the Dutch East Indies.

Adding to your collection.

Well, most of these things were my father's.

This was your father's house, I believe.

It was.

He was a rather famous man, companion

to Mr. Darwin in the Galapagos.

Some say, you followed in his footsteps.

More like his shadow, it is.

Mr. Brock, I think you're too modest.

My husband was very impressed with your work.

I believe you met him up in Fort Vancouver a few years ago,

after the war--

Edward Dennison.

Your husband.

I didn't realize.

There are a few years between us.

I don't recall meeting you then.

No, I was set to join him when my father died

quite suddenly in Sacramento.

As his only heir, I was forced to take over the family's

mining operation.

My father is Robert McCara.

Yes, I know.

Another man with a large shadow.

Your husband didn't mention the connection.

No he, wouldn't have.

Edward is very sensitive about his position.

He's a man of considerable accomplishments.

Yet in some people's eyes, being married to an heiress, well,

you know--

it was never that way at all of course.

You know, Edward, he showed me a wonderfully preserved fossil

of the genus [inaudible] in a fish of the Devonian age,

a genuine treasure, found quite inexplicably

in Russian territory, Alaska.

That's American territory now.

Seward's folly.

Actually, I think it was a very good purchase.

Indeed.

As I recall, Edward had gotten that fossil from a prospector,

who had told him a tale about an abandoned

mine with a hidden passage, an opening into the Earth,

into the center of the Earth, no less.

I imagine it was just a local legend, one of those stories

that every culture seems to produce like Noah's flood.

Mr. Brock, Edward disappeared looking for that passage.

I want you to help me find him.

Would you care to see the garden?

That would be lovely.

Please.

I've collected some of his papers.

Mrs. Dennison--

Hopefully, you'll be able to make sense of them.

The mine is located at a lake at the base

of the dormant volcano.

There's a crude map.

Mrs. Dennison, with all due respect, I am not a detective.

I'm not looking for a detective, Mr. Brock.

I'm looking for a man who can put himself in Edward's place,

an adventurer who can think, strategize, and execute

a plan as he would, a man who can discover and follow

the trail he would have taken.

I am highly flattered, but I am a scientist.

Let me be blunt.

I have a great deal of money, more than enough

to finance any number of expeditions

to whatever godforsaken place you choose to go.

Do you really think you can make it to the East Indies

based on the strength of your prized fighting skills?

Of course, I had you investigated.

I need you to leave this expedition.

And given the state of financial affairs your father left you,

I would have thought you'd jump at the opportunity.

I see you are a woman who is accustomed to getting

what she wants.

I am.

In any case, I will need to know your intentions

within the next 24 hours.

As you'll see, when you peruse these papers,

there's a very important time constraint.

I'll be waiting your decision.

Good day, Mr. Brock.

Good day to you, Mrs. Dennison.

Uncle Jonathan, what happened?

She wants me to go on a wild goose chase to Alaska.

I'd be glad to accompany you, uncle.

I mean, I would be useful in so many ways.

Abel, our wedding.

But we haven't really set a date yet.

Of course, we have.

Well, we can change it.

Emily, just think, if I'm to make my way as a journalist,

I need to have life experience, real life.

We've talked about it.

And this-- this could be my opportunity.

Uncle, I would make a record of your entire journey.

If you don't want to marry me, say so.

I do.

I do want to marry you.

You know that.

I knew you were going to do this.

I told my sister.

I just knew it. - Wait, wait.

Emily, wait.

Emily.

What do I do?

Abel, I suggest you tell her you're going

to dedicate the journal to her.

So we're going?

Men get far too few opportunities

for great adventure, Abel.

You never know, that just could be true.

I'm going to go tell her the good news.

You never know.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: Dear Emily, as a wise man once

said, being on a ship is like being in prison

with a chance of drowning.

Happily, after two weeks at sea, that part of our adventure

is over.

As I'm afraid, I have suffered from seasickness.

While Mrs. Dennison and uncle Jonathan

remained remarkably robust.

Abel, have a drink.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: In any case,

we have arrived safely in Alaska and our journey begins.

Bring the gear.

Jonathan Brock, I presume.

Indeed.

Welcome to the capital of Alaska.

I'm the customs officer, Solomon Smith.

I received your letter.

Good, good.

I'd like to introduce you to Mrs. Martha Dennison.

And my nephew, Abel.

Mrs. Dennison, Abel.

What sort of accommodation do you have for us, Mr. Smith?

I'd be pleased to show you.

Abel, stay close.

[music playing]

Are you the only American official here Mr. Smith?

I'm the only American official in the entire territory,

Mrs. Dennison.

Goodness.

Do you hear that, Mr. Brock?

Mr. Smith is a very important man indeed.

We know my husband came here.

Someone must have had contact.

SOLOMON SMITH: As I say, Mrs. Dennison, the Russians

left no records.

They took everything with them-- lock, stock, and barrel.

Well, perhaps the indigenous population remember it.

Tlingit.

They're the locals.

The Russians treated them badly, so they don't trust us.

They've yet to realize that we are a different people.

Still, someone must remember him, someone.

Four years is a long time.

This is the Wild West.

People come and go looking to stake a claim.

What about the map, the mine?

Someone must know something.

Not if it's a Russian mine.

I'm going to go check on Abel.

I wish I could be of more comfort.

Abel.

ABEL BROCK: Uncle.

Uncle, over here.

Abel.

Are you all right?

He took my wallet.

Stay with Mrs. Dennison.

And he's got all of our money.

What's he running from?

Hey.

Give me that horse.

Hey, come back here.

That's my horse.

I'll bring it back, both of them.

Uncle Jonathan.

Uncle Jonathan.

Oh, easy, friend.

This man is a thief.

He's taken something from you.

Yeah.

As a matter of fact, he has.

It's all our money.

Thank you.

He does this.

You wish to kill him?

No.

I don't feel like killing anyone tonight.

Your choice.

Sergei Sergeyevich Petkov.

Jonathan Brock.

I know who you are.

Just fortunate with me, but fortunate for you.

Yeah.

You know who I am.

Nah, you are with this rich woman.

You are looking for a man.

Actually, it's her husband.

I know.

You know what?

I know this man.

I'm here before.

You know Edward Dennison.

Mikhail, my brother, was with him.

Mikhail, your brother he, went on the expedition

with Dennison.

He's not brother.

He's like brother.

We escaped out of prison, come to Alaska many years now.

Mr. Petkov.

Sergei.

Sergei, can you come to sit with me

and speak with Mrs. Dennison.

Oh, no.

This is not possible for the moment.

Why?

The American customs man thinks because I'm a Russian,

I must be a spy or something like this.

It's not true, but I don't stay in Sitka.

I'm living there.

Cigar?

Oh, no.

Thank you.

Your choice.

Thank you.

Nada.

Are you sure you can trust this man?

No, but he saved my life.

Segei, I brought Mrs. Dennison.

Welcome, missus.

Thank you.

Inside.

You bring with you other clothings.

Yes.

I grew up in a mining camp.

I know what's required.

I believe you.

Sit, please.

It's very good.

Not much, but thanks, missus.

Do you know where my husband is?

Do you know this place?

This is mine for gold I have never been.

There's supposed to be a passage, Sergei,

within the mine, a fault line of sorts that goes into the Earth.

That I-- I remember this.

Your brother went there with my husband.

He goes, but he never come back.

I look.

With this, I find him.

How long will it take us to get there?

Slow is problem?

According to Edwards notes, the mine

is visible only one day a year when the sun reveals it.

September 23, the autumn equinox.

That's 10 days from today.

This mine can be seen one day only.

Can we make it?

10 days.

[russian] three.

[speaking russian]

Maybe, maybe just.

Maybe just is all I need.

[glass clicking]

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: We are pushing deeper

into the wilderness with no trails and no signposts

to tell us where we are or how far we've come.

The vistas are breathtaking, though they

conceal a thousand perils we sense, but have yet to see.

Each day, we travel farther, faster, living off the land,

stretching ourselves to the limit.

Sergei is an excellent guide, but he and Uncle Jonathan

are dependent on a crudely marked map, bearing

only the sketchiest of details.

Mountain lions, wolves, bears, and other predators snarling

and howling in the night keep us vigilant and wary at all times.

So as you might guess, I'm having the time of my life.

We shoot from here.

Yeah.

There-- there.

See?

Ready?

Go.

[gunshot]

Good one.

Good shot.

[russian]

[dishes clanking]

Why do men get to have all the fun in life?

Such as?

Fishing, shooting guns.

I thought you grew up in a mining camp.

My father was very protective of me.

He was determined to raise a young lady

no matter what the environment.

So any man that would have tried to teach me how to shoot a gun

would have been ridden out of the camp on a rail.

I teach.

I'll show you.

Wait.

Hold-- hold on, Sergei.

Guns are not playthings.

I'm well aware of that Mr. Brock.

Now, hold it like saw, strong in the shoulder.

Like this?

There.

OK, you've got to be careful.

[gunshot]

Recoil.

Oh, my goodness.

[laughter]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You try again.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: Mrs. Dennison

seems at ease among men.

Not so surprising, given her background.

I know our journey is to find her husband.

[gunshot]

But I'm not quite sure everyone will

be happy if we actually do.

SERGEI: We should take this bridge.

JONATHAN BROCK: Yeah, but we have

to cross a swamp to get there.

Too long, too slow.

What else can we do? We have to go this way.

I think it's better. We go over the mountain.

Look.

JONATHAN BROCK: OK, what's right below us?

What is right below us?

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: Uncle Jonathan and Sergei

debate constantly about the quickest route

through the mountains.

But it is all for the common goal.

Yeah.

Let me see.

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, please.

JONATHAN BROCK: Segei, here, look.

Good?

OK.

We're within striking distance.

I hope so.

Tomorrow is September 23, the autumn equinox.

The sun is at high noon.

We'll be there.

It's a bear.

The horses.

Uncle, I'll-- I'll go with you.

JONATHAN BROCK: No, Abel.

Stay with Mrs. Dennison.

No, no, no, no.

We have to stay.

Get the horses.

[gunshots]

Uncle.

Sergei.

Mr. Brock, what's happening?

Uncle, are you OK?

MRS. MARTHA DENNISON: Mr. Brock.

Uncle, what happened?

We've lost two of the horses.

Without those horses, what will we do, Mr. Brock?

The only thing we can, chase the sun.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: To be so close to our goal

and to lose two horses has been a blow, but we are resolute.

The cratered mountain is ahead of us

and we are determined to reach it by noon.

We have not traveled this far to fail on the final day.

It's there.

You can see it plain and clear.

It's just like on the map.

The Tlingit name is hill who smoke.

Well it's not smoking now.

Thank God.

There was a bit of steam rising from the lake.

It must be an active geothermal area.

The Indians say devil is in lake.

Sometimes, suck people down, sometimes, spit them up.

The [inaudible] vortex.

It was mentioned in Edwards papers.

What is it?

Well, in theory, a [inaudible] vortex is a kind of reverse

whirlpool, which allows a lake to draw water from a source

underneath the Earth, rather than

being fed by rivers or rainfall or other mundane sources.

It's a complete fantasy, I'm afraid.

You seem very sure of that, Mr. Brock.

I am, Mrs. Dennison.

Your uncle seems very--

Opinionated?

I was thinking pigheaded.

Don't tell me--

One minute till high noon.

But if we don't have the sun.

We must be ready if we do.

Sergei, please.

We do what with these?

I'm not sure yet.

Find the compass.

It's almost time.

15 seconds, uncle.

Look, the sun is coming.

It's gone.

Yes, it is, but-- but not really.

Abel, get my plumb line.

What are you doing?

I'm showing where the ray of light would have pointed.

Quickly, right here.

Good.

OK, now pull it taut.

Nice.

Hold it steady.

Directly into middle of lake.

And it could be fathoms deep out there.

And we could never find the entrance underwater.

Mrs. Dennison, do you have a mirror?

Well, rather small one.

Small will work fine.

Thank you.

You see, the sun would have hit the surface of the lake.

On an angle, it will hold it steady, there.

Good.

And on a clear day, the surface would

have acted as a mirror, reflecting the ray of light

directly towards--

Sergei, put some smoke towards the mirror.

Again.

The light would have struck at a point

halfway down that steep hill.

Let's go find our mine.

We need to find the downward passage if there is one.

There must be miles of tunnels here.

Then we'll search every foot of it if need be.

OK, we need light now.

OK.

Stay close, Abel.

Abel, keep up.

Coming.

Abel.

Which way?

It's a coin toss.

Really?

Of course, not.

It's-- it's more like 50/50.

Well, we're going to have to split up.

Why don't we each take a tunnel?

I prefer not to.

Mrs. Dennison, I understand that,

but it's the most practical course of action,

given the time we have remaining,

which is not very much.

Uncle, look here.

Someone did this with a pick.

A marker of sorts?

Would your husband know to do this?

Yeah, Mikhail--

Mikhail did this.

This is Russian symbol.

It means don't go this way.

Follow the Russian.

Mr. Brock, can I have a word with you?

Of course.

Has Sergei said anything about my husband?

In what regard?

Anything.

I tried to talk to him about Edward, but he was evasive.

I don't think he liked him very much.

I'm not sure you did either.

It's not true.

We had much in common, your husband and I. I

found his ideas original and provocative.

I just wished I'd gotten to know him better.

Me too.

We were only together as husband and wife for a year.

Forgive me for being so forward,

but I find the two of you a peculiar couple.

I'd never met a man like Edward before.

He was so worldly, so confident, so full of life, full of plans

that I thought were exciting and adventures that I

thought we'd share together.

Why didn't you?

Well, perhaps, he didn't think his adventures

were for sharing.

One day, he was simply gone.

I didn't know exactly where.

He'd kept certain aspects of his expedition secret even from me.

It took four years just to piece together the scraps of evidence

that I showed you.

If he left you, why?

I just want to know what happened to him.

I need to know that.

Fair enough.

SERGEI: Mr. Brock, we find opening.

Come, come see.

It seems to be going straight down.

Let's descend.

Wish me luck.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: We have begun

our descent into the Earth.

Uncle Jonathan, our point man, going first, picking the road

and then lowering us downward.

It is difficult to express our emotions

for it is both exciting and utterly terrifying.

Truly, a journey into the unknown.

Our ropes are 200 feet in length,

so we must find ledges and outcroppings in the rock walls

and conduct our descending stages.

Almost there.

As you may recall, I have had some fear

of heights in the past, but there is no time for fear now.

I must push past it, and think of only what awaits us below.

Abel, slow.

Watch your feet. You can't see.

Slow.

Be careful, Abel.

Slower, Abel, slower.

SERGEI: Good.

Gently, Abel.

Well done.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: The vertical descent is behind us.

We are now traversing a series of tunnels and passages.

Some of them, vast galleries, carved out of the rock

by the primeval forces that shaped

our planet, taking us deeper and deeper into the Earth.

Presumably, we are following Mr. Dennison and Mikhail's route.

But this, of course, we cannot know for certain.

The only thing we do know for certain

is that it is too late to turn back now.

Uncle Jonathan.

Uncle, Jonathan.

I found a lamp.

Look.

It's singed.

You think it's Edward's.

Let's keep searching.

Mr. Brock, water oil, I think.

It's got a gaseous odor.

Most likely, combustible, Sergei.

Oh, you mean, it get--

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, no.

You think it was Mr. Dennison?

I don't know.

Oh, got [russian].

How can you be sure, Sergei?

We make these in prison camp, in Siberia, Mikhail

and me, brothers.

It should have been me.

Uncle.

Uncle, I hear something in the rock.

It's like a-- it's like a whooshing sound like the wind.

Abel, there's a lot of strange sounds here.

None of them being the wind.

ABEL BROCK: No, it's quite strong.

Uncle?

Whoa.

Abel?

Abel.

Abel, where are you?

ABEL BROCK: I'm down here.

What are you doing down there?

I fell.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I think so.

Stay there.

We'll be right down.

Watch out.

Are you all right?

The pack saved my life.

Abel.

Yeah.

Look, there's light.

Come on.

We're back on the surface.

How come?

We couldn't be.

We're not.

I don't understand.

Neither do I. There is no gaseous ball

providing illumination.

It got no light.

It must be an electrical phenomenon, much like a Aurora

borealis, only stable.

So there would be no night.

Correct.

The light must always be on.

Otherwise, the physical laws seem to apply,

this gravity condensation, hence, the clouds,

there must be rainfall.

There is a tide.

Is it salty?

Yeah, somewhat.

I'm going to explore some more.

- I'm coming with you. - I'm coming too.

- Yeah. - Bring guns.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: What we have discovered down here

is truly amazing.

These are like we know.

We have fern, pine.

- But plants need sunlight. - Yeah.

They somehow adapted.

Photosynthesis without the sun.

Evolution in an enclosed environment

taking a course of its own.

It's warm.

Do you, gentlemen, mind giving me a little privacy?

Why?

Sergei.

Naturally.

We'll just keep going.

Sergei.

Look at this.

What can do this?

Not evolution.

These trees were felled with an ax.

For what?

What happened?

Are you all right?

What happened?

Something bit me.

Something bit me and pulled my ankle.

Sit down here.

Come, here.

Sit down.

Let me look at it.

Let me see.

You've seen a leg before?

Once or twice.

Did you see this thing?

What was it?

No, I just felt that it's slithering under the water.

It must have been 20 feet long.

We have a pretty good welt, but it didn't break the skin.

Thank you, Mr. Brock.

But we found some trees that have been cut down by an ax.

By Edward?

Perhaps.

We think the trees were used for a raft.

Raft?

To go where?

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: Our raft,

we owe to Edward Dennison.

He cut more trees than he needed.

We lash the logs together with our climbing ropes.

And thus far, she is seaworthy.

The sea, however, is more of a lake despite its salt content.

Its extent is unknown, but from our soundings,

it's rather deep.

75 feet.

Hey, Sergei, let's drop the sail.

I think we'll make better time with just the current.

It's getting deeper.

Look.

Look there.

Birds.

Oh, no, not birds.

There's a theory that birds are the descendants

of winged dinosaurs.

It seems to be true.

What are they doing?

They attack, maybe.

Sergei, no.

They're just curious.

Don't shoot.

Uncle, there's something pulling on my rope.

Martha.

- Help me. - Oh, it's heavy.

Help me. Help me.

Pull it up.

It's a bit clean through.

And it's taking your pickaxe.

This is why they circle.

They wait for dinner.

That one's not circling.

Shoot it.

[gunshots]

Watch out.

Abel.

Abel.

Up, up.

What is that?

Shark.

It's too big.

It's a plesiosaur, one of the most deadly creatures

that's ever lived.

It's coming towards us.

Brace yourself.

We must kill it.

Bullets will be useless.

Hold on.

Hold tight.

It's hungry.

Let's feed it.

Now what?

We raise the sail, Abel, and hope for a strong wind.

Sail, coming up.

That creature was prehistoric.

Yeah, from the Pleistocene era.

But those reptilian birds, they're from somewhat later.

You're talking over a million years ago.

It seems that the creatures that died out

on the surface of the Earth survived here, protected

from the last Ice Age.

Could you imagine those creatures in San Francisco Bay?

Your quick thinking saved us, Mr. Brock.

It's true.

Let's hope our good fortune continues.

Well, I believe it does.

Take a look.

A raft.

It's a raft.

It's been here for years.

It looks like the elements could have destroyed it.

Where's the rest of it?

Don't jump to conclusions, Martha.

I think I'm going to go explore a bit.

Don't go too far, Abel.

Why does she want this man?

He was at Sitka many weeks, but never spoke about.

A woman's heart is the last frontier.

I did not trust him.

Is this why you didn't join his expedition?

Maybe.

I was so drunk I could not go.

But perhaps, this was on purpose.

I tried to stop Mikhail.

It's my fault.

Uncle Jonathan.

Uncle Jonathan.

People, humans-- I saw two girls.

Where?

There's a trail.

Lead the way.

We are being watched.

Yeah.

Some of those songbirds aren't birds.

What could they be?

I think we're going to find out.

It's beautiful, but how on Earth do we get across?

That's how.

Something tells me this is not primitive.

He was good with knowledge and engineering

and a great deal of skill.

Do you think it's safe?

There's one way to find out.

Be careful.

Hope you're not afraid of heights.

This is incredible, uncle.

We've got company.

Whoa, more back here.

This is unfortunate.

What do you think they're saying?

It sounds vaguely familiar.

I hear many words.

This is like Tlingit.

What now, uncle?

Martha and Jonathan Brock.

You must bow to me.

Edward.

Mr. Brock is an anthropologist.

He knows how it works.

There are protocols.

Have you brought anything to give me?

To give you?

Gift, sign of respect.

We have our.

Good.

You have weapons.

Yes.

Excellent.

Now, we will celebrate.

These people came down from the surface centuries

ago and found an Eden.

Naturally, their creation evolves

the world above, from which a messiah

is prophesied to descend.

Sounds familiar.

As it turns out, I was the fulfillment of that prophecy.

So you're like a God.

Essentially.

What do they think we are?

They're waiting to be told.

You're a problem I didn't anticipate.

Who is she?

She's my people's priestess.

They're hunters.

But some of the animal species in this place

are murderous beasts.

We encountered one of them.

Every time a hunting party would go out, men

were killed or maimed.

I taught them how to hunt from above, from aerial platforms.

I've heard something of that, certain South American tribes

employ the same technique.

Indeed, Mr. Brock.

I did not invent the idea.

I adapted it to this environment.

And it has transformed their lives.

We found Mikhail.

Stupid man and his damn cigars.

He set off an explosion as you must have guessed.

Mind your manners when you talk to me.

My people are easily offended.

You called this place Eden, Edward?

You've been here four years now.

Is it really Eden to you?

It is, Martha.

I intended to stay that way too.

Mr. Brock, I haven't thanked you for taking such good care

of my precious wife.

Martha.

[non-english speech]

She does not like us.

You've done it, uncle Jonathan.

This discovery will put you on the map.

You may have even eclipsed Darwin, let alone your father.

Yeah, I've done it all right.

Why have you stayed here?

It's power so intoxicating?

Maybe not to you.

But as someone who has never had it, yes.

I heard there were strangers, but I never imagined

you and Jonathan Brock.

You pay top dollar.

Who's running the empire while you're away?

You left me without a word.

Without your permission, you mean.

Is that how you saw it?

That's how it was.

Not to me.

I didn't want to do this.

I thought about this moment so many times.

I thought I would know exactly what to say to you.

I thought you would be--

What?

Pleased to see me.

I thought about it too.

No idea it would ever happen.

And I am pleased.

But I'm not the man you knew, Martha.

You can stay here with me.

We could still be together.

[non-english speech]

Edward, don't.

Please.

You're my wife.

Now that I'm here, I'm not ready for this.

I'm sorry.

I see.

No

I, don't think that you do see.

You have no idea how hurt I was, how I felt.

Where are you going?

To your priestess?

As a matter of fact, I am.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Shoot them if you have to.

Go, go.

Edward.

You fool.

He's only a boy.

He's older than he looks.

I know him.

Now what?

He's a traitor.

I'm going to kill him.

Edward, don't.

Are you insane?

Just give me one reason, Mr. Brock, just one.

[non-english] Now, for you--

[punch]

[chatter]

[non-english speech]

You have no idea what you've done.

[latin]

Rest in peace, fallen God?

Gods don't bleed.

You killed that boy in cold blood.

I had to.

They would have tried to kill me.

Who were they?

Traitors.

Their leader is Wakinta.

He resisted me from the start.

Even when he saw what I could do for the people.

He saw dissension.

I banished him and his followers.

He started a campaign of harassment.

I attacked, took prisoners.

Prisoners?

Your arrival has given him the moment he's been waiting for.

What do you mean?

Your appearance has undercut my power.

You sealed your fate when you killed that boy, Edward.

I knew, Martha, you were horrified by my actions

out there.

Consider what happens next.

What?

Wakinta and all of his men must be annihilated.

Martha, if it's any comfort to my mind, any man who

found himself in your husband's position,

would be changed by it.

He hasn't changed.

He's worse, not different.

The arrogance, sense of entitlement, that's

how it was when I met him.

I was his trump card.

My father scared off so many of my suitors,

but he couldn't frighten Edward.

And I think that's what drew me to him in the first place.

It wasn't all.

I think I wanted him to love me.

Maybe he did for a little while.

EDWARD: Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

No.

What is he doing?

Losing control.

They're going, all of them.

He is false God.

They see it.

We have to go now.

Will our raft be where we left it?

You're raft was destroyed.

Why?

So you couldn't get back.

There's another way, though, to the valley of the light.

That's the route they took down from the surface centuries ago.

Edward, are you sure it's still there?

Well, we'll find out, Mr. Brock.

Is that them?

We'll use this.

Do we have to?

Yeah, it's them.

Sergei, it's loaded.

Let's go.

[non-english speech]

He wants revenge.

No, he wants a reckoning.

Can we escape using those hunting lines you built?

Maybe.

Maybe is good enough.

OK, let's go.

Now remember, hold on real tight.

[non-english speech]

[inaudible].

Let's go.

Come on.

Let's go.

Sergei, watch out.

Uncle Jonathan.

Jonathan.

Go, go.

[non-english speech]

Uncle Jonathan, Martha fell.

[non-english speech]

Martha, run.

Come on.

I saw Mrs. Dennison get hit by an arrow back there.

OK, come on.

Run.

I think it was over this way.

They're right behind us.

Are you OK, Martha?

It got cut off my strap.

It's given me more than anything.

We need to go.

I have dynamite.

It will hold them back.

How many of those do you have?

This is the last one.

But they know what it can do.

[non-english speech]

Come on, Sergei.

Be careful.

They've block in the passage to the cave.

How far will it go to stop us?

Where do you think, Brock?

OK, follow me.

This is our only chance.

[non-english speech]

Edward, once we're in the cave,

we'll be sitting ducks if there's no way out.

I have a plan.

Mr. Brock, get my wife safely in the cave.

Martha.

Sergei, cover me.

[non-english speech]

The blast should loosen the rock, sealing us in.

And them, out.

Damn.

[non-english speech]

We're sitting ducks, Edward.

Move back as far as you can into the cave.

You should find an underground river.

Now.

Edward, what about you?

Don't worry about me.

I'm a God here, remember?

Wakinta, you think you have the power?

I show you the power of life.

What are you doing?

Saving your life.

Edward.

Are you sure about this, Jonathan?

It's our only chance, Martha.

It's getting deeper.

Look out behind.

Keep your heads up.

Keep moving.

Move.

Martha.

Martha.

Jonathan.

Martha.

Uncle Jonathan.

MAN: [non-english]

Martha.

Keep your heads up.

Uncle Jonathan, this wasn't on the map.

Could that it possibly have been a--

Yes, it could.

[inaudible] vortex.

So the fight earlier, judgment was premature.

I try not to hold it against you.

Thank you.

I suppose you're already thinking about the East Indies.

I can't say as I am.

Really?

I am.

After what we've been through, the idea

of going back to more board meetings and society brunches

seems too dreary to contemplate.

The Indies, on the other hand--

Much, much more exciting.

I agree, completely.

Good.

Then we have a deal.

It would be a pleasure.

Uncle.

About my journal, should we let the world

know where we've been?

[non-english].

You're the most at stake.

My scholarly renown.

It's the type of discovery that

walks a man out of the shadows.

We need not destroy their world.

We must keep their secret, always.

You have your answer, Abel.

Well-- I'll make sure I deal with this.

ABEL BROCK [VOICEOVER]: As this is the last entry

in the journal, I feel I must confess something which I'm

sure you've already guessed.

It has all been a work of imagination.

Clearly, nothing I've described here

could ever have taken place.

After all, a journey to the center of the Earth,

who in their right mind would believe it?

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