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- [Marguerite] Oh, it's a
horrible place to be buried,

if you ask me.

- [Roxton] What was that?

- This hill reminds me of the
Barrows in southern England.

- It does?

- Yeah, running through
the hills in Wessex,

I used to love it as a little girl,

until someone told me they were graves.

- Ancient graves.

- Man-made hills to bury the dead.

There's something very
repulsive about that to me.

The dead are best forgotten,

not glorified in some macabre fashion.

- We're the product of
our ancestors, Marguerite.

We can't escape that.

- We are who we choose to be.

At least I am.

- Well, not to worry,
this isn't a burial site,

it's just a hillside like any other.

- Why is it that Challenger
can never keep up with us?

We're never gonna make
it back to the tree house

at this rate.

- Come on down, my lovely.

- Haven't you collected
enough insects for one day?

- Oh, insects and arachnids, Marguerite.

I saw a most interesting spider

crawl down into this hole.

Come on now, my pertinacious little pet.

- Careful she doesn't pull
you in and devour you, George.

There must be something constructive

we can do while we wait for Challenger.

What have we here?

Care to do a little exploring?

- Must we?

- There ya go, young lady.

Oh, better catch up with
Roxton and Marguerite.

- We can turn back anytime you're ready.

- Looks like the end of the road.

Someone went to a lot of
trouble to seal up this passage.

- Celtic runes.

They must be thousands of years old.

- [Roxton] Well, can you read it?

- Through me is a way
to eternal suffering.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here.

- Didn't Dante write that?

- Apparently, he was not the first.

- Roxton?

Marguerite?

Oh, they must have gone in here.

Roxton.

Fire ants.

It's a curious place
for them to make a home.

- [Marguerite] If they
wanted somebody to open it,

they would have installed a doorknob.

- Well, aren't you the
least bit intrigued?

- No.

Look, just this once,

let's heed the warning and turn back.

- Alright, if you insist.

- Yes.

(rock slides, door opens)

- Coal gas.

- Roxton, Marguerite?

(grunts, groans)

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- Are you alright?

- Shaken.

I'm not damaged, I think.

Oh.

- Oh, I hope there's
another way out of here.

- Do you think it caved in all
the way back to the entrance?

- More than likely, I would say.

- What caused that explosion?

- Coal gas exposed to an open flame.

We're lucky this part of the
tunnel didn't collapse as well.

- Lucky.

We're a hundred yards or more underground.

What about Challenger?

- Well, if he was in the tunnel,

we can only hope that he made it out.

- Well, if he wasn't in the tunnel

then he still would have
heard the explosion.

- That's a good point.

- Challenger.

- Challenger.

- Can you hear us?

- Quite a bump on the noggin.

What am I doing here?

This is treacherous terrain.

I must have tripped and banged my head.

I need to sit down.

What was I doing?

What's this?

Insects?

Now, that is curious.

Fishing line, insects, fishing line.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I'm a fisherman.

Wouldn't get many fish in there.

And where's my rod?

I must have lost it.

No, it can't be far away.

Perhaps I was attacked by wild animals.

Yes, and I used the rod to fend them off.

Ow.

Maybe I was robbed, left here to die.

I don't seem to have any money.

- Save your breath, Marguerite.

He can't hear us.

- Still collecting bloody
insects blithely unaware

that there's anything happened to us.

- Well, it's more than
likely that he's gone back

to get Veronica and Finn.

Look, you wait and see,
they'll be back in no time

with tools to dig us outta here.

- So, we don't have much choice.

- Well, in the meantime,

shall we see what was
behind the sealed door?

- Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

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- Not much to look at.

But at least it's empty.

- You don't suppose there are

any creatures in there, do you?

- Only one way to find out, Marguerite.

Care to go for a swim?

Well, whatever lives in
there is welcome to it.

There doesn't seem to be any more

coal gas in here at least.

- Maybe to live without it.

- Well, can't live with
it, that's for certain.

My guess would be it's been seeping in

through the cracks in the walls.

Probably been building up in here

since the place was sealed off.

- Is that what the warning was about?

- Well, could be.

Trouble is coal gas is
more or less invisible,

but you can't always smell it either.

- You really are trying to
cheer me up here, aren't you?

- Looks like the only way
out is back the way we came.

- Terrific.

- It's a hell of a lot
of rock to move by hand.

- In other words, this is
where we've come to die.

- Oh, Marguerite, let's not
give in to despair just yet.

This looks like an altar to me.

- It does?

- Well, look, this stone has
obviously been cured by hand.

- Well, maybe this place was used for

religious sacrifices or --

- Wasn't it you who said
this place reminded you

of a burial mound?

- Yeah.

- Hey, V, watch this.

Pretty good, huh.

- When I was a kid, I could do
a double backflip from there.

- Yeah?

Let's see.

- Not right now, Finn, I'm reading.

- Maybe you can't do it anymore.

- Maybe I don't want to.

- How 'bout one a these?

- That's easy.

- Well, let's see you do one.

C'mon.

- Anything for a little peace and quiet.

Help me move the furniture.

No point in destroying it.

- What's all this about?

- I'd forgotten all about these.

My mother put them here.

We used to play hide-and-seek
when I was little.

This was home.

- Cool.

- Why do you think someone
wedged this rock in here?

- I don't know.

It could be there to
block out that gas or --

- Oh, no, let's don't make this any worse

than it already is.

- Or it could also be a tunnel.

- Or tomb.

- Well, that is a good point.

Now best not disturb the dead.

- Oh, no, what are you doing?

If there is another way out of here

then I wanna know about it.

- Well, let's not get our hopes up.

- Now, who's being pessimistic.

- It's jammed well.

(grunts and groans)

Alright.

- The smell.

- The good news is it's not coal gas.

Looks like a woman.

Seen enough.
- No, wait.

- [Roxton] What is it?

- The symbol on the shroud.

- What symbol?

Marguerite?

- I want to see it.

- Alright.

Oh, this means something to you.

- It's the same as my birthmark.

- Damn the blaggard, who
stole my rod and reel.

A pox upon his wife and children.

- Can you see it?

- Yes, I can see it.

And it doesn't look a bit like the symbol

on that shroud.

- It's identical, Roxton, and you know it.

- Coincidence, Marguerite,
nothing more to it.

- Well, whatever it is, I don't
wanna look at it any longer.

- No, it's alright, I'll be fine.

Please.

- Fine.

(grunts and groans)

(gas blows hard)

- Well, it's bloody heavy.

- Now, look what you've done.

- I've gotta stop this gas.

- How?

- Well, I don't know.

We better think of something.

Asphyxiation is not a
very pleasant way to go.

- What are you doing?

- Mud.

Here, give me a hand.

There's not much of it.

- Better than nothing.

- Come on.

- It's working.

- Just hold it in place until it dries.

- This was a good idea.

- What, coming into this cave?

- No, using the mud to stop the gas.

- Well, as long as it holds.

- This really isn't your fault, ya know?

- My idea to go exploring.

- Well, I was the one who
stepped on the bloody switch.

- Well, I was carrying the torch.

- You win.

- What have we got here?

Oh, yes, the bait.

Oh, this could be a vital clue.

G-E-C.

Geoffrey Edward Chaucer.

Gustave Enrico Caruso.

George Elliott ...

What's in a name?

A fish is still a fish.

Scoundrels must have stolen my tackle box.

This will have to do.

What a resourceful fellow I am, huh?

What ingenuity, a
regular Huckleberry Finn.

Finn, why is that name so familiar?

- Looks like it did the trick.

Hard to say how much gas is in the air.

- Or how much oxygen we have left.

- Yeah, well, there is that
technicality to consider.

- Have you noticed how
quiet it is in here?

- Meaning?

- Meaning if Challenger had
gone back to the tree house

to get Veronica and Finn, they
would have been here by now.

We'd be able to hear them digging us out.

- Maybe, maybe not.

We're a hell of a long
way inside the hillside.

- Roxton, you know as
well as I do that there

is no one out there.

- No, Challenger would never
abandon us, Marguerite.

- So something has happened to him.

You and I are alone.

- Well, if that's the case,
we'd best get back to work.

Those rocks won't move themselves.

- [Finn] What are you drawing?

- My mother, the way I remember her

from the dreams I've been having lately.

- Since you've been wearing
the pendant, you mean?

- I've been dreaming
about her every night.

- And this place called
Avalon you think she lives in?

- She does.

- I don't know, V.

I mean, I know you believe
all this stuff about your mom

being the protector of
the plateau and all,

but sounds kinda weird to me.

- It doesn't matter what you think, Finn.

Not everything is black and white.

Some things are very complicated.

My mother is the protector of the plateau,

just as I will be one day.

- But you don't even know what that means.

(grunts)

- This is getting us nowhere.

- We're doing fine.

- Fine?

We've moved, what, two rocks.

- Three, three rocks, to be precise.

Now, come on, let's get on with it.

We don't have a choice.

Come on, on your feet.

Let's get back to work.

- Stop ordering me around.

- I am not ordering you around.

And if you're gonna
rest, get outta the way.

- Is this far enough for you?

- You know, sometimes, Marguerite,

I really don't know what I see in you.

- Well, sometimes I know exactly
what I dislike about you.

(rock creaks loudly)

- Well, now what?

Brilliant.

- Aw, dammit.

- Is that all you have to say?

- Well, whatta you want
me to say, Marguerite?

You think I made this happen?

- You did.

- Let's get back to work.

- You have gotta be kidding me.

- No, I'm not kidding.

Why, you're giving up?

- We're not exactly making progress.

- Well, what are you gonna do, Marguerite?

Sit around and wait until
we run out of oxygen?

- No, I thought I'd read a book.

- And then again, maybe
we don't need to wait

until we run out of oxygen.

I mean, maybe this cave will
start filling up with gas,

and we can just inhale it
'til we both pass out and die.

- You know, sometimes I wonder why

I even bother talking to you.

- You know, I followed you
round like a faithful servant.

I've put up with your contradictions,

your deceptions, mixed
signals, bloody secrets,

but if you're just gonna
throw your hands up in the air

and just give up, then
you are on your own.

- The way I have always been.

- I'm getting outta here,
with or without you.

- Good luck.

- Oh, I don't need luck.

Anger is enough.

- Call me when you see the light of day.

- You know, I didn't
think you're a coward.

I thought life was precious to you.

- You don't know anything about me.

- I know more about you
than I ever wanted to know,

but I give up.

You hear me?

You're just not worth the effort

because all you do is take.

You never give one miserable inch.

You're cold, you're empty,

and if we ever get outta
here, we are finished.

You hear me?

I mean it.

- No, my aquanautical fiend.

A fry pan awaits you.

I'm just not quite sure where.

Come on.

I must have snagged it on a rock.

Bad enough I can't catch a fish.

This is just embarrassing.

Nibbling Neptune.

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Oh, my rod.

I'm not afraid a you.

Overgrown minnow.

I s'pose I could've ...

- Giving up?

Thought you were getting out
of here "with or without me."

- Looks like you're stuck with me.

- Not for much longer.

- You mind if I sit down?

- So this is how it ends.

Three years struggling to
survive on this plateau

to end up here, trapped
in some miserable cave

running out of oxygen.

Say something, Roxton.

Please.

- I'm sorry I lost my temper.

I would never leave you behind.

As much as I'd like to sometimes.

- I don't care about your temper.

I won't forget those things that you said.

- I'd give my last breath
for you, Marguerite.

You know that.

- Then tell me you're
gonna get us out of here.

Tell me everything is gonna be alright.

- I wish I could.

- Why can't you?

You always have before.

- There's nothing I can do to save us.

I never thought it would come to this.

- Oh, God.

Oh, I'm so tired.

All I wanna do is sleep.

- Is this your idea of an apology?

Finn?

Finn, where are you?

What are you doing?

- How do you spell black?

- B-L-A-C-K, why?

- One of Challenger's experiments.

He was watching them
change color or something.

Said he had to check them every six hours.

- So, you're helpin' him out.

- Well, he shoulda been back by now.

I'm just makin' some notes for him.

- For black, what does that mean?

- It means it's 4 o'clock
and the gunk in his tube

has gone black.

- Oh, right.

- Weren't they headed for
the inland sea or something?

- Yeah.

Well, that's what they said.

- So maybe we should go look for them.

Could use a swim.

- It's okay, c'mon.

- What is it?

- The strangest dream I've ever had.

- Strange in a pleasant way, I hope.

- I dreamt we were
captured by Druids, here,

on the plateau.

- Well, that's interesting.

- You were with me, so was Malone,

and the Druids were going to kill me,

until they noticed my birthmark.

- Why would the birthmark stop them?

- They said I was a reincarnation

of their high priestess, and

only I could save them.

- You've had that dream before.

- No, I haven't.
- Yes, you have.

I'm sure of it.

You told me that story before.

- Never, you must have dreamt it yourself.

Unless it was inspired
by being in this cave

and the Celtic runes on the door.

- Or, perhaps, it was all
that talk about burial mounds.

- Yeah, makes sense.

- What are you doing?

- The woman, I have to see her.

- See what?

That's incredible.

- It can't be.

Druids, here?

How can I be related to that?

- Are you?

- Look at it, Roxton, that woman

has the same birthmark that I do.

- There's bound to be a
reasonable explanation.

- Such as?

- Well, I don't know.

The body is ancient, Marguerite.

- So?

- Did any member of your family
ever come to South America?

- I don't know who my
real family is, remember?

- Of course, I'm sorry.

- Oh, don't be.

It's not your fault, but

there is no such thing
as a mere coincidence.

- Who knows what other
terrifying creatures

lurk in this inhospitable landscape?

Headhunters, most definitely.

Cannibals, certainly.

Giants, well, if there are sea monsters

there are sure to be.

- [Girl] Why not?

- Girls.

- [Veronica] Did you hear something?

- Nothing unusual.

- Stay right where you are.

What are you doing walking
around in this jungle?

- What's going on, Challenger?

- Are Roxton and Marguerite
hiding around here, too?

- That's far enough.

- Challenger, stop fooling around.

- Challenger?

G. E. Challenger?

Is that who I am?

- I think he's finally lost it.

Challenger, have you been
drinking your experiments, again?

- Experiments?

- Your name is George Edward Challenger.

You're a scientist.

- Scientist?

Am I famous?

And who are you?

- I'm Finn and this is Veronica.

We live with you.

- Are you my wife?

- Oh, brother.

- Challenger, what happened to you?

- You're my daughters.

Does your mother know you're
walking around in a jungle

half dressed like that?

- Challenger, put the gun down.

Whatever happened to you,
we're here to help you.

- Help me?

I don't need help.

- Well, we'll take you
back to the tree house,

and you can tell us all about it, okay?

- Tree house?

- What about Roxton and Marguerite?

D'you know where they are?

- They're my children, too?

- Oh, boy.

Come on.

- You're not what I expected.

- I beg your pardon?

- Those were the first
words you said to me

when we met in London, right
after Challenger's lecture.

- I expected you to be a lot older.

- Well, that's funny.

That's what I expected of you.

An old widow with money.

- You never told me that.

- Well, I hadn't really
thought much about it

after that day.

I was too preoccupied with
who you turned out to be.

- So I've noticed.

- I'm glad of that, at least.

- I have noticed more than that.

- Oh, really.

Would you care to elaborate?

- Now?

- Yeah.

- What's the point?

- The point is, Marguerite,

we're probably gonna die in here.

You may never get to say
what you really think.

- Die here.

With a corpse that could be my relative

without ever knowing who I really am.

- With all your emotions locked up inside.

- Oh, I have no emotions.

Only calculated responses
and poor imitations

of feelings I once knew how to express.

- That's not true.

I've seen your anger and your pain.

Your laughter.

Your sadness.

It's all there, just beneath the surface.

- Aching for release?

- Yes.

- No.

You deserve much more
than me, Lord Roxton.

- You deserve much more than
you allow yourself to have.

I love you, Marguerite.

Don't you say I can't.

Don't pretend you can't hear me.

- I'm not pretending.

- Well, then why can't you say it?

- Even if it isn't true?

- Isn't it?

- It's all for you, you
can't keep running away.

Your future, our future is now.

- I love you.

But, um, ...

- No more excuses.

- Roxton?

- Over here.

- When did all of these cracks appear?

- While we were sleeping.

I think I'm fighting a losing battle.

- Oh, I think you're winning.

- Have I ever told you
how beautiful you are?

- Yes, many times.

Don't let go.

- I don't want us to end.

I don't want us to end.

Ever.

- We sailed the seas, far
and wide, month after month.

- No kidding.

- Yeah, we were searching
for a great white whale.

Our captain was obsessed by him.

Ahab, Captain Ahab, that was his name.

- And the whale's name was Moby Dick.

- Right you are.

Biggest whale in all of creation.

- I read that book, too, Challenger.

- Book?

I write books, too?

- Even with amnesia his
ego's out of control.

We better keep following his trail.

Try to keep up.

- Oh, don't worry about me.

I've walked all over this jungle.

- [Finn] Yeah, we noticed that.

- Oh, that's interesting.

It's going up.

Up to where?

Marguerite.

Marguerite, wake up.

- What?

- Gas is going up through
those rocks up there.

Wake up.

- Oh, it's very pretty.

Can we just sleep now?

- No time for sleep.

Come on, on your feet.

I wonder.

The hole where Challenger
was fishing for insects,

it was jammed with rocks, too.

You don't s'pose this
could be the other end?

- Could be, I guess.

Of course, it's

to let the spirits out.

- What's that?

- Like the burial chambers in Egypt.

There was always a shaft to
allow the spirits of the dead

access to the sky above
to continue their journey.

- Well, if that's the case why
would they just block it out?

- They obviously didn't want this

particular spirit to escape.

Why not?

- She's your relative,
Marguerite, you tell me.

If I could just pry some
of these rocks loose.

It could be our only chance.

- Another time, my friends
and I were in a small boat

rowing across a vast lake

when we were attacked by a sea monster.

Just like the one I caught this morning.

Somehow we managed to
get a hook into its mouth

and it dragged us right across the lake.

It was the most incredible
thing you've ever seen.

- Oh, would you quit it with
the fish stories, already.

You're driving me nuts.

- Wait.

That one really happened.

- It did?

- See, I am amazing.

Probably been amazing since birth.

Child prodigy, no doubt.

Do I play a musical instrument?

I know I sing a little,
p'raps I dance, too.

- You're so amazing
you can't even remember

what happened to your friends.

- I do remember collecting insects.

- Now that sounds more like you.

- Do you remember where
you were doing this?

- Certainly.

On a hilltop.

- Any particular hilltop?

- Oh, yes, of course.

On the hilltop where I was
collecting the insects.

- Terrific.

There can't be more than a
million hilltops around here.

- There was an explosion, I think.

- An explosion?

Was anybody hurt?

- That must have been how
I lost my fishing rod.

- Lost your brain, more like it.

(grunts)

- Marguerite?

Marguerite?

Come on, wake up.

Wake up.

- Stop.

Roxton.

- I'm right beside you.

I'm gonna get us out of here, alright?

- How?

- I don't know.

Fire.

- What?

Gas is escaping through those rocks,

in the wall, just as it did

when we opened the door to get in here.

- Sorry, I should have
looked where I was going.

- No, no, no.

If we can ignite the gas,

the shaft'll act like a bloody cannon,

and blow those rocks sky-high.

- If we light a match, the whole
place will go up in flames.

We'll burn to death.

- Not a burn to order.

Come on.

- There.

I knew I could find it.

- I thought you said there
was nothing in there.

- I don't think there is.

- Then why have you got a gun?

- We need a bullet to create a spark.

Alright, Marguerite, get in the water.

- You first.

- My pleasure.

Look, no sea monsters.

Come on, Marguerite.

In ya get.

Alright, how long can ya hold your breath?

- I'm running out of breath to hold.

- It'll be alright.

Take my hand.

Okay, you ready?

The count of three.

One, two, three.

(gunshot)

(explosion)

- [Finn] What's happening?

- [Victoria] Run, run.

(cries out)

- What was that all about?

- I don't know.

- Who's that?

- Marguerite.

- What were they doing in there?

- Maybe they were playing
hide-and-seek with Challenger?

- Well, how is he?

- He's got quite a bump.

We should get him back to the
tree house when you're ready.

- And he thinks he's the
world's greatest fisherman.

- What are you talking about?

- He's had amnesia.

We found him wandering
around in the jungle

a little ways back.

- Might explain why he didn't try

and help us out of that cave.

- It didn't look like
you needed much help.

- I'll get Marguerite.

- Oh, my head.

- Whoa, take it easy.

- Do you remember what happened now?

- Yes, of course, the cave-in explosion.

We've got to get to Roxton

and Marguerite.
- No, it's okay.

They're right over there.

- Up you come, easy does it.

- Oh, what'd I miss?

- Did ya ever hear the one
about the fish that got away?

- About what happened down there.

- You mean about you being the

reincarnation of a druid priestess?

- Yes.

- Well, don't you worry.

Your newest secret's safe with me.

- Thank you.

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