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(soothing music)

(giggles)

- It's a taboo sign.

A warning.

Whoa whoa, you can't go in there.

- Don't be absurd, we've spent days

trying to find a sulfur spring.

- Maybe we can find another one.

- We don't have time.

Without sulfur we have no gun powder.

We just have to risk it.

- I'm trying to keep us alive!

- As am I.

- Stay close, and keep your eyes open.

- You heard the lady.

(ominous music)

- Excellent, ripe with deposits.

(hooting)

- That sounded almost human.

(intense music)

(yells)

- Get this thing off me!

- This is a burial ground, we're getting out of here now!

- It's ingenious.

The sulfur stench masks the smell of decaying corpses

and keeps the scavengers at bay.

- Yeah we'll all be corpses if we don't get out of here.

(yelling)

(intense music)

(hissing)

(dramatic music)

- [Narrator] At the dawn of the century,

a band of adventurers set out to prove the impossible,

the existence of a prehistoric world.

The visionary, the heiress, the hunter,

the scientist, and the reporter

all chasing the story of a lifetime.

Stranded in a savage land,

befriended by an untamed beauty.

(roaring)

Together, they fight to survive

in this amazing world of lost civilizations.

And terrifying creatures.

(intense music)

Always searching for a way home,

a way out of here,

The Lost World.

(intense music)

(roars)

(ominous music)

- For God's sake Alex, the man is dead.

- We don't know that.

- I hardly think they were planning to throw him a party.

I should have stopped him.

- You tried.

- Stubborn fool

to the last.

- When I signed onto this expedition,

I told Challenger I'd follow him to hell and back

and I intend to do just that.

- John, he may well be gone.

- Then I'll bring back his body and bury him.

- Well we best get going then.

We've got a lot of ground to cover before dark.

- He better be dead, or I'll kill him myself.

(ominous music)

- You okay?

- I'm all right, I just need a moment to catch my breath.

(rustling)

- We're there.

(ominous music)

- I hope that's not Challenger.

- Doesn't smell human.

- Where is everybody?

- Maybe they're not expecting a rescue party.

- Maybe it's a trap.

- Only one way to find out.

(ominous music)

- You see my dear, I told you they would come for me.

Well John Roxton, may I have the pleasure

of introducing Lady Cassandra Yorkton?

- I assume you'll be staying for dinner?

(laughing)

- You certainly throw an

interesting dinner party, Lady Yorkton.

- Well 10 seasons in London society

taught me a trick or two.

- Your footmen would certainly make a splash.

- Oh no more, thank you very much.

It's all been simply delicious.

- So, tell us Cassandra,

how did the infamous Lady Yorkton end up...

- Building a menu around lizards and grubs?

- Close enough.

- I made a mistake in getting married.

- To Lord Alfred Lapprand.

- The explorer?

- 12 years ago we mounted an expedition to the Amazon.

It was grueling, deadly.

We lost our guides.

We would never have survived if it weren't for the Manoans.

- Where is your husband now?

- He's dead.

Come, a toast.

To old friends, and new ones.

- To old and new. - Old and new.

- This has been a delightful evening,

and I am reluctant to be the one to end it

but it is late and we must be leaving at first light.

(shouting)

- What the hell is this?

- I am afraid there is a problem, a rather serious one.

- The burial ground.

- Why did you break a sacred taboo?

- You don't mean this.

- Oh but I do.

The punishment is death.

- But surely as their queen you have some influence.

Lady Yorkton, please.

- It's out of my hands, unless...

Here, this is where Alfred was wounded.

He crawled into this cave and died.

- So you're saying the Manoans

will trade Challenger's life for Lapprand's bones?

- He was their king.

To finally be given a ritual burial, yes.

It would be considered a sacred offering.

- But if you knew where he died then--

- Why hasn't anyone else gone on this little excursion?

- They can't, the cave is taboo.

No Manoan would risk offending the spirits,

even if it meant recovering their king.

- All right.

- Challenger stays here of course.

- Like hell I will.

- As a gesture of good faith.

You'll be my honored guest.

You have until nightfall tomorrow.

After that, queen or not, there's nothing I can do.

(ominous music)

- Face it, if it weren't for Challenger's arrogance

we wouldn't be whistling through these prehistoric brambles.

- Tell us how you really feel.

- We couldn't abandon him. - Why not?

- Shh!

Hear that?

- I don't hear anything. - Exactly.

No birds, no animals, nothing at all.

- So?

- So what scared them off?

- Raptors.

(hisses)

(flies buzzing)

- What the hell could do this to a T-Rex?

(roaring)

(dramatic music)

- John!

(roaring)

(screams)

(roars) (gun fires)

- Good God, what a horrible gash.

I have to make a tourniquet and stop the blood.

Here, take your shirt off, let me help you.

No no no, leave the boot on.

It'll help constrict his circulation.

- But his wound.

- I'm going to tie the tourniquet around his thigh.

- You're the doctor.

- This'll sting, but it'll help to stop the bleeding.

- [Woman] Don't move.

- I don't think I can walk.

- We'll carry you. - Carry him?

- Raptor always hunt in packs of three.

- Don't even think of leaving him behind.

- We're never going to get him back to the treehouse!

- No time anyway, not if we're

going to save Challenger by sundown.

- What about the burial ground?

Sulfur springs?

- That'd mask the smell of blood.

- That's what got us into this.

- It's that, or be hunted by his two friends.

- You go to the cave.

- Veronica I'll be okay.

- Not alone you won't, come on.

- Next time, use this.

(ethereal music)

- Cassandra. - Miss me?

- Why didn't you tell me about this?

- You haven't touched your food.

- How do you expect a condemned man

to show much of an appetite?

- Hm, well that's funny.

I've always found a little danger

usually increases a man's appetite.

- So, 12 years you've been here,

you still haven't found a way off the plateau.

- Why would I want a way off?

- Don't you want to go home?

- I am home.

In London, I lived off the richest man I could find.

I was a whore. - Cassandra.

- Why should we pretend otherwise?

It was only a matter of time before my looks

and influence waned.

But here I'm queen, not courtesan.

I choose lovers not to please them,

but because they please me.

- Cassandra, I'm a married man.

- How delightfully Victorian.

- I can't.

- Of course you can.

Look at where we are.

There are no rules here.

This is a new world.

Feel it.

Touch it.

There's only you and me,

and this moment.

Don't let it slip away.

(sensual music)

(dramatic music)

- We'd better find this place soon.

There won't be enough light to get back.

- According to the map, we should be nearly there.

- Long as we don't meet any more raptors.

- Or ape men, cannibals, T-Rexes.

- Always the optimist, Marguerite.

(ominous music)

- This could be it.

- I don't think so.

- How can you tell?

The map's not to scale.

- 'Cause it's not the same taboo sign.

- Let's check it out.

- Stay sharp everybody.

(roaring) (gunfire)

- Summerlee!

(gunfire)

Any ideas?

- Yeah, cover me!

On your feet!

(gunfire)

(roaring)

- Summerlee, pull yourself together man.

- Give him a minute!

- We don't have a minute to give,

we're down Veronica and Malone.

We can't afford to lose him too.

Now you with us?

- I'm all right, I'm fine!

- Good, we have to keep going. - I know.

- Then let's go. - Come on.

- John.

I'm sorry.

(ominous music)

- Why don't you stay here?

- Oh nonsense, I'll be just fine.

- Summerlee, we need someone to watch our backs.

- Oh very well, if you're absolutely certain.

- Yeah, if we're not out in 20 minutes, call Scotland Yard.

(ominous music)

- Sure you don't want to stay outside with Summerlee?

- And let you have all the fun?

I'll take the left.

- Don't go far.

100 yards, we meet back here, got it?

- Got it.

- Oh Marguerite, be careful.

(eerie music)

(gun fires)

- Hello brother.

- William?

- You come to kill me again?

- William, no.

- Oh come now John, is that any way

to greet your dear, departed brother?

Oh, of course.

Terrible thing, a gunshot wound.

Imagine a freight train slamming

into your chest and plowing through your rib cage

like it was a pile of twigs.

- No.

This isn't possible.

- Well, luckily I didn't suffer.

My heart exploded almost immediately.

Ah, that's better.

Now we've got a lot of catching up to do, Johnny.

How've you been since you murdered me?

- This can't be, you can't be real.

(crashing)

- Is that real enough for you?

(groans)

Oh, snuck that one in didn't I?

Time was you'd have seen it coming.

- What the hell's going on?

- This is just like the good old days eh?

We were a right couple of yobbos,

fighting, scrapping, and kicking.

- William, I'm sorry.

- But look at you now, you're getting soft, Johnny.

(groans)

- Damn you, what do you want from me?

- Your fear.

(eerie music)

- Oh, wonderful!

Roxton?

Is that you?

(eerie music)

- You're beautiful.

- Where am I?

- Do you remember this?

(tinkly music)

No, I don't suppose you could.

Vienna, falling leaves, chestnuts, hot chocolate.

Your father would have bought you a whole orchestra.

- This is impossible, I'm going insane!

- You always were a stubborn baby.

- All right, I want some answers.

Let's start with who you are.

- Dear Marguerite,

you already know who I am.

(tapping)

- Take it easy, you're hurt.

- I'm fine.

Veronica, back there...

- It could have happened to anyone.

(rustling)

(gun fires)

(snorting)

That was an angry pig.

- That was a wild boar.

- Oh, sit down.

- I aimed high, if it had been a raptor,

I would have killed it.

- You're bleeding.

- Veronica, I want you to go.

Catch up with the others.

It's stupid both of us risking our lives.

- If you'd just sit still,

you'd stay alive a lot longer.

- I've got a few rounds left, I'll be fine.

- We'll be fine.

- You don't have to do this.

- I want to do this.

- It's not true, you're not my mother.

- You had one just like it, no pictures.

Just the inscription, for our daughter Marguerite.

- [Both] Forever in our thoughts.

- You remember.

(sobbing)

- It's like I've dreamt this a thousand times.

(sobbing)

- Oh my god.

- Not even he can help you now.

(chuckles) - You are an amazing woman.

- I am a woman free of society.

Unhindered by counterfeit naivety.

- Only as long as we live in this world.

- So stay.

- My friends will be back by nightfall.

- I thought you were beginning to like it here.

- Oh, my lovely lady.

Indeed I do,

but I have another destiny.

- Your friends aren't coming back.

- What?

- Many people have entered the cave of fear,

no one's ever come out.

(ominous music)

- Where in the dickens are they?

Marguerite?

Roxton!

- Gentlemen of the jury, you see this man

before you, John Roxton.

Until he murdered his own brother,

stole his title, now he's lord John Roxton to you.

- No, it was an accident.

- An accident he says.

- You were being attacked by an ape.

I was trying to save your life.

- You deny you shot me?

- I shot the ape!

The bullet went through it.

- An ape, and your brother.

Two more trophies for the wall.

- Stop it!

- Who was it who convinced father

that I should go on safari?

Yes, convicted by his own silence, gentlemen.

- It was for your own good.

Father thought it was time you faced your fears.

- Gentlemen, my brother, lord John Roxton,

world famous big game hunter,

notorious ladies man, toast of international society!

You want to know what I was afraid of?

You, dear brother.

Everything I never could be, or would be,

staring me in the face over breakfast every day.

Did either of you stop and ask me what I wanted?

- No.

- Face your fears, you said.

Well I did.

And you killed me.

Members of the jury, how say you?

(somber music)

(sighs)

- All my dolls.

My locket, my baby hair.

And all these years I felt something,

someone guiding me, protecting me.

It must have been you, your love.

- Love?

No.

- What?

- I didn't love you.

How could a mother give up a child she loves?

It's not natural.

- I don't understand, you kept all my things.

- When we found out we were going to have a baby,

your father and I were so happy, so excited.

But then you were born, right away

I knew there was something wrong with you, different, evil.

- No, stop.

- Your father didn't see it at first,

but as you grew older then even he saw.

- Why are you doing this?

- All these things, everything in this room I kept them

to remind me never to have another child.

- Stop mother, please.

(crying)

- I brought sin into this world once.

I couldn't risk it again.

(dramatic music)

(steam hissing)

- Ned!

Not much, but at least we won't starve.

Ned?

(ominous music)

Ned!

Ned!

Ned, Ned! - I found water!

- We'll be lucky if we live long enough to get thirsty.

See your blood trail?

You just invited every predator

in the neighborhood over for dinner.

(hissing)

- Raptors. - Come on.

- Oh baby, don't cry.

It's gonna be all right.

That's why I'm here.

Come here.

You wouldn't remember this.

- What is it?

- The blanket you were christened in.

Go on, it's yours.

(groans)

- Why are you doing this?

- You know why, baby.

- No I don't!

- That aching inside, all that darkness, it's not right.

And those thoughts you have, those terrible thoughts.

Oh baby I'm sorry, but this is not your world.

You know you don't belong here.

You know what needs to be done.

(yelling)

- Trouble sleeping?

Now one word from me, and they'll kill you.

- Cassandra please, let me explain.

- No man leaves me.

Not anymore.

- My friends--

- Your friends are dead.

On your knees.

- What?

- You have defied the honor of their queen.

On your knees!

- No, never!

- There now,

that's more like it.

(shouting)

(eerie music)

(sniffs)

- Good heavens.

- Guilty!

Of desertion, of leaving his mother to rot

in an empty house while he

chased glory on a fool's expedition!

(sighs)

What say the jury?

Guilty, yes.

(grunts)

Of the murder of your own brother,

and our father's death. - No!

- Three weeks later, heart attack or heartbreak?

What say you, good men of the jury?

Guilty.

(yelling)

(laughs) Yes, that's it.

Be a hero, be a man,

kill me again!

- I loved you, William.

I'm sorry, I was trying to save you.

- Save me?

(laughs)

Remember how I used to be terrified of heights, brother?

- What are you doing?

Get down.

- Giving you a chance to make it up to me.

- Stop it, no more games!

(laughs)

- Oh!

That was a close one.

- Get down off there!

- Come on John, it's a long way to the ground,

but you could save me.

(suspenseful music)

Save me! - No!

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Snap out of it!

Here, put this over your nose.

The fungus is hallucinogenic!

Now come on, let's get you out of here.

- Marguerite.

(eerie music)

Didn't anyone teach you not to play with guns?

- No, no!

(screaming)

- It's okay, it's okay.

Marguerite, look at me, look at me.

Let's go.

- But what about the bones?

- What about them?

- But how can we be sure they're Lapprand's?

- A-L, Alfred Lapprand.

Take a look for yourself.

(ominous music)

(intense music)

- They're gaining on us!

- Go!

- No, don't be crazy.

- I'm telling you, leave me!

- I'm not leaving you here to be some raptor's lunch!

- What was that for?

- Inspiration, now move your ass!

- Let's go!

(hissing)

(intense music)

(roaring)

(gun fires)

- Look!

- Eat this.

(gun fires)

I think that's all of them.

- Thanks.

- Let's go home.

- Ready.

If you want to sit this one out.

- Oh I told you, I'm fine.

- Well there's nothing you have to prove.

- Whatever we went through in there, it's over.

- Well, if you ever want to talk about--

- I won't.

Is there anything else?

- No.

I guess there isn't.

- You're a fool, Challenger.

How many times does a man get offered a kingdom?

- I have no desire to share your kingdom.

- Tell me I didn't give you

the greatest pleasure you've ever known.

- There was this barmaid once

in Brighton, or was it Liverpool?

- I wonder how long it'll take for you to die?

- Madam, I told you they would do it.

(grunting) - I don't believe it.

- The proof, m'lady, as promised.

- Untie him.

- I'm sorry.

I've had a change of heart.

- Bitch!

- Queen.

- Haven't we forgotten something?

- Poor Alfred.

(sighs)

- Cassandra? - Alfred?

- Cassandra. - No you're dead.

- Didn't you think I'd come back for you?

Even though you left me to die?

- Stay away from me!

- But I still love you, Cassandra.

- You're not real!

- Kiss me. - No!

(gunfire)

(groaning)

- Put down the gun, Cassandra

and let me hold you in my arms.

- Never!

(gunfire)

- That's our cue to leave.

(screaming)

(intense music)

Come on, there's nothing we can do.

- God save the queen.

(somber music) (screaming)

- This is supposed to make me better?

- Don't worry, you'll get used to the smell

in a couple of days.

- You were wonderful.

- It was you who saved my life, remember?

- I know the only reason you kissed me

was probably because you thought I was...

But I was wondering if it might've,

I mean not that I'm assuming.

Could we do it again, sometime?

Soon?

- Maybe.

- I've never seen anything quite like it.

Must have been some kind of saprophytic fungus

with psychotropic properties.

- If you say so, professor.

- You know you haven't said one word

about what happened in there.

- That's right.

- I see.

- Thank you.

For saving my life.

- Only too happy to have been of service, old boy.

- For our daughter Marguerite,

forever in our thoughts.

(sniffles)

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