All language subtitles for Where Time Began (1977)

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Since the earliest days of cinema,

Jules Verne has been one of
the most prominent authors,

whose works have been
adapted for the screen.

It was the great Georges M�lies

who produced the first of these.

In 1907 the Spaniard
Segundo de Chom�n

directed the first version of

Journey to the
Center of the Earth.

The film which you are
about to see is a tribute

to these pioneers of the film
world of science fiction.

- Mom!

If you've come to sell,
you're in the wrong shop.

We've enough stock on
hand, up to our necks.

- But these are bargains indeed.

Wisdom bound, a distraction
for the most jaded intellect.

All for only three
Groschens the lot.

Sir.

- Hm, no no.

They're only fit to
light fires with.

Look at those dog-eared
pages and rotten bindings.

Don Quixote by the
Spaniard who's name

is practically
impossible to pronounce.

- Cervantes man, Cervantes.

And you're the only person I
know who can't pronounce it.

Just look at this
Professor Lindenbrock.

A penny dreadful called

The Fantastic Journey
of Arne Saknussemm.

Two grochens, that's
hardly a loaf of bread

and a flask of wine in
these difficult times.

Stick to your price
man, three's fair.

Three it shall be.

A transaction sir,
you will long remember.

And never forget.

- Or an act of pure charity.

That's what I should call it.

- Charity is it's own reward,

for those who can read
the writing on the wall.

And what on earth do you
suppose he meant by that?

- What a strange story.

By a man who claims to have made

a journey to the
center of the earth.

- Humbug.

I agree, we are
scientists, not adventurers.

The most fruitful theories about
the structure of the earth,

have come from sitting
in a quiet room,

using one's brain.

Not from poking about inside

some damp and evil
smelling cavern.

- You are quite right.

Such as your own
idiotic theory,

that the core of the
earth is composed

of an incandescent
ball of liquid fire?

Now, it has more validity
than your inane notion,

that the earth's
center is a solid rock

all covered with layers of
lava like the skin of an onion.

- The fact is you're both wrong.

All recent studies indicate
that the core of the earth

can only be gaseous.

Gentlemen, the truth
is that all our theories

are just that, theories.

None of us has the least idea of

how the earth was really formed.

Because the distance between
the earth's crust and it's core

is over 6,500 kilometers.

And no man has ever
descended to a depth

of more than three miles.

So it's obvious, we'll
never have a glimmer

of true knowledge until we
are able to reach a depth

of at least 100 leagues.

What is your opinion
Professor Lindenbrock?

Well gentlemen, on one
point at least I agree

with Professor Kristoff.

The materials of the
geologist are not

charts, chalk and chatter,

but the earth itself.

Now this little book I'm reading

describes a decent through
the mouth of a volcano,

into the very
bowels of the earth.

But with an imagination that
puts all our theories to shame.

It's only a work of
fiction of course

but it's very existence
buttresses Kristoff's argument

that we shall never
know the truth

until we are able to make

that journey and
see for ourselves.

- Only six more to go.

Why am I the one who
has to crawl around

after those wretched
little rocks,

when you're the one
that spilled them.

- They are not little rocks.

This is the collection
of Otto Lindenbrock

and the long and
the short of it is

I know how to classify
them and you don't.

- I had some good news today

they're going to let
us cadets participate

in the summer maneuvers
between Prussia and Austria

in the Bavarian forest.

- How thrilling.

It occurred to me
that if you're still

going to Salzberg on that

ridiculous cave crawling
expedition with your uncle,

perhaps we could all meet
later and take a trip

down the Danube.

That depends on when your
ridiculous maneuvers are over.

- Maneuvers are not ridiculous.

They are an essential
part of military training.

And as Bismarck said,

a nation's army is
a nation's backbone.

- Little boys who never grew up,

playing silly little
war games so they can

sleep outdoors in tents.

And hide behind trees.

Well it's not
as silly as climbing

in and out of caves and
collecting worthless rocks.

You'd better get the soup
ready Marta, he's coming.

Oh dear, oh dear, he's at
least 10 minutes early today.

- Well what does that matter?

You know what a
fanatic uncle Otto is

about having lunch on the table

the moment he gets in the door.

And give me the last one,

before he sees that we
spilled them, quick.

- Stupid stones.

Professor, I was just-

- Yes, yes Axel, I understand.

If it's alright with my niece

then it's perfectly alright
with me, congratulations.

- Did you hear that,

he accepted my proposal
even before I made it.

- Yes, but I haven't.

After all, why should I
want to marry a soldier.

- And why not?

Tell your uncle the soup
is served miss Glauben.

Because if there's a
war you might get killed.

And if there's no war
you'll never be promoted.

All in all, I call that
a silly profession.

- That's a treasonous remark!

- Lunch is ready uncle Otto.

Ah, splendid, I've a
very good appetite today.

Good heavens, what's this?

- It's in old English.

And what looks to be a map.

- It is a map, of Iceland.

You can examine
it after lunch,

the soup is getting cold.

Yes yes darling,
you run along.

I'll be right there.

We'll go ahead
and start Marta.

No no.

I don't see what he
can find so interesting

in an old map.

It's not the map,
it's some kind of

coded text printed below it.

- A coded text?

Yes, he's going
crazy trying to decipher it.

Then why didn't you tell
me that in the first place?

I could have done them for him,

and saved him from
missing lunch.

What do you know
about unraveling codes?

Only slightly
more than Champollion.

- Who is he?

The Frenchman who
solved the mystery

of the Egyptian hieroglyphics.

Do you think the only
thing they teach us

in the military academy is
how to hide behind trees?

- Oh dear dear, dear me.

Seven hours and all
we've managed to decipher

is the signature.

If only we could
establish what language

this message is written in.

Well since the book is
written in old English,

I feel sure the code
must be in English also.

It could take us
weeks to go through

every possible combination
of these letters.

Not weeks, months the
way you're going about it.

Champollion, look over here.

Why didn't we
think of that before?

- This doesn't work either.

- Now wait Glauben.

Go back to the series
you had before.

- Now it looks like Russian.

Yes, yes, I'm afraid
it's a hopeless task.

Well I'll be.

In the words of my
distinguished colleague Darwin,

I'll be a monkey's uncle.

Look at this!

- It even rhymes!

- Well I'll be dashed.

- Mount Sneffels you will see

provides the master key

and Scartis indicates

the entrance to the gates

for the tale I told is true

the rest I leave to you.

- The writing on the wall.

That strange old man was right.

- What does it all mean?

- It means Axel that you and I

are in the privileged
position of having made

one of the most
important discoveries

in the entire
history of science.

But we can't do anything
about it until next year.

Uncle Otto, you're
being obscure again.

Oh Glauben my dear child
can't you understand.

This account of
Saknussemm's journey

into the center of
the earth is all true!

He actually did it,
he found a way in!

- That's fantastic.

And this coded message
contains the only information

he concealed in the whole book,

Managed in the end to reach
the earth's inner crust

which is Sneffels we
now know and the peak,

which by a shadow cast on
a certain day of the year

indicated the actual
mouth of the cave

through which we
have to descend.

Scartis peak atop
mount Sneffels.

They really do exist.

But why wait another
year before following

in Saknussemm's footsteps?

- Follow in his footsteps?

The very thought
of it is absurd.

Ah, unfortunately
according to the book

the only day of the
year on which the sun

casts a meaningful
shadow on Scartis peak

is June the 19th at 11:29am.

Oh, and today
is June the 20th.

Exactly.

- What a pity.

I can't bear to wait
another whole year.

- Haven't you forgotten?

This book was written at the
time of the Julian calendar.

- What do you mean?

- But of course!

And now we're using
the Gregorian calendar

which differs from
the Julian by 10 days.

Which means it's
really June the 10th.

- And we can still make it!

But only if we catch that
morning train from.

Marta, come at once!

- I can't believe all this.

Now let's start collecting
everything we may need.

You wanted to
see me Professor?

Ah Marta, please pack
our bags immediately,

we shall be leaving first
thing in the morning.

Is the journey
short or is it long?

I mean how shall I
know what to pack?

Marta, we are
going on a journey.

A journey to the
center of the earth.

In that case, I won't
need to pack your umbrella.

- I should bought new boots.

I forbid it Glauben,
I absolutely forbid you

to go with your uncle
on this foolhardy trip.

The bowels of the earth is
not a fit place for a woman.

I'm afraid Axel
is right my dear.

A journey like this could
prove far too hazardous,

even for a girl as brave as you.

But you can't go
alone uncle Otto,

who would look after you
if you fell and broke a leg

or something of the sort.

I shall of course,
even though it means

I shall miss the war maneuvers.

Oh Axel, that's
so noble of you.

Very well, if I
must stay at home,

I just have to make
the best of it.

That's a most sensible
attitude Glauben.

Thank you.

- Poor Glauben,

she looked so forlorn
waving goodbye to us

there at the station,
I miss her already.

Yes, I know exactly
how you feel my dear boy.

But you're perfectly right in
forbidding her to come along.

After all, what possible
use could a woman be

on an arduous trip like this.

- Tickets, tickets please.

- Give him the tickets Axel.

But I don't have the
tickets, you must have them.

What, Glauben always looks
after things like that,

didn't she give them to you?

But I, mister, I don't
think we bought any.

Good heavens, I
think I've forgotten

to bring the money as well.

- Never mind, I have enough for.

Well I'll be dashed,

I left my wallet in the
pocket of my uniform.

Oh dear, this is indeed
a complicated situation.

No, there's nothing
complicated about it.

You either pay me now, or you
get off at the next station.

- We can't do that man,

we'll miss the
boat to Reykjavik.

Glauben!

- Glauben!

You two would forget
your own two heads

if they weren't screwed on.

- Oh my child.

- What do you call this.

It's a, to measure
the density of certain gases.

- Do you know how to use it?

Nobody is as familiar with
the instruments as I am.

You Axel, a more important task.

You are going to keep a
diary of our daily events.

You can rely on me
for that professor.

The first problem is
where to find a porter.

We don't know
anybody in Iceland.

Oh yes we do, my
old friend Fredrikson.

We studied together
30 years ago.

I haven't seen him since, but
I'm quite sure he'll help us.

But where on earth
are we going to find him

after all these years?

Oh that's easy,
he haunts museums

the was ghosts haunt houses.

Unless he's changed
his ways he'll be

at the Museum of
Natural History.

While the two colleagues were
recalling old times

and discussing subjects
of mutual interest,

Glauben and I passed a
very instructive morning

going through the exhibits.

- Is anything wrong, sir?

He's lost his monocle,
could you please help us?

But of course, that's
what I'm here for.

Display cases are
magnificently mounted.

Everything is.

My God, what's he
doing on the floor?

- He lost his monocle.

- Ah monocle?

And here you see the crown
jewel of our collection.

Trilophodon.

A delight to the eye
my dear Frederikson.

But surely you haven't come
all the way from Germany,

just to inspect our museum.

No, actually we've come
to explore Mount Sneffels.

There's no better example
of a dormant volcano

in the northern hemisphere.

- A capital idea.

If it weren't for
this blasted count,

I'd make the climb with you.

Now friend, I
must ask a favor.

The address of a good store

that can outfit us for
climbing and the like,

and the name of a good porter

who can guide us
up the mountain.

- The first is easy enough,

but the second is next
to impossible I'm afraid.

- Impossible?

- It's herring season you know.

And every able bodied
man in Iceland is either

out in the boat or
home mending the net.

Can't you wait for
a couple of weeks?

No, it must be without
fail no later than tomorrow.

- Oh.

Well we've no
use for tents any way

so it doesn't matter.

- Where do you want it?

- Over there.
- Over here.

Make up your minds,
this weighs a ton.

- Here.

- Now let me see, we shall want

some cases for our instruments.

- Boo!

- Glauben, please.

- What's that?

A gas mask, you can
breathe through it

under almost any circumstances.

I see, it might very
well come in handy,

we'll take four.

What can you show me
in the way of lamps?

The more portable the better.

- I have just the thing.

Now where'd I put it?

Ah yes, Hans, would you
move that barrel away.

If it's lamps you're after
if was sheer good luck

that brought you into
the only shop in town

with a complete
line of high quality

imported merchandise
and the finest native-

Just shut up
and show him the lamps.

Here, this is the
Blumdorf lantern.

- Blum Ka.

Ah yes, yes, that
shall do very well.

We'll take four of
those also, Axel.

That man over there,
does he work for you?

- Hans?

Oh no, he's my cousin.

He comes down here once
a month to help me out.

But he refuses to take
a steady job in town

or on the boats.

- And once a month isn't much.

He's a mountaineer,
a shepherd.

And they are very proud.

Then why isn't he
out tending his flock?

- Now that's a sad thing sir.

Last winter his entire flock
was struck by lightning

in a thunderstorm, and he's
been sitting around ever since.

Doing little else but whittle
and play his mouth organ.

Hans, my friends and I
are making an expedition

to Mount Sneffels, if
I pay you a fair price,

are you prepared to
come along and help us?

- I don't use money.

What's a sheep
worth in this country?

- Three rigsdalers.

Supposing I pay you
one sheep per week,

with a bonus of two
rams on our safe return?

- When do we leave?

At dawn, as soon as
we pack our equipment.

- Isn't that wonderful,

we finally found work for Hans.

- Imbecile.

My word, Mount Sneffels,
look at that view.

- It's a lovely sight.

This view alone makes
our journey worth while.

- See those white vapors

rising from the
floor of the crater?

If an eruption were imminent,
they'd be twice that size.

How long, professor,
do we stay down there?

Hans I was going to
tell you this later.

Fact is we're going much deeper

than the floor of the crater.

We're going to descend into
the very bowels of the earth.

Now you can come with
us, or you can go home.

But I must warn you,

we may be down there
some considerable time.

- Days or weeks?

- More like weeks.

- Weeks means sheep, I'll come.

- Thank you.

Down you go.

- It's deeper than I thought.

- Then don't look down.

As soon as we
located Scartis peak

in the bottom of the crater,

Hans began the descent,

followed by the
professor and Glauben.

I brought up the rear, in case
anyone might need assistance.

- Here it is.

Hans, bring the baggage!

The line of the shadow, perfect.

Look, A S

Arne Saknussemm, this proves
he's telling the truth.

Hm, I never had the
slightest doubt dear boy.

Never the slightest doubt.

Hans, the ladder
here just here fine.

Check your lamp Axel, check it.

Slowly Hans, slowly.

Right Axel, you
descend first Hans.

For the first
time, I'm beginning to think

that Arne Saknussemm's
story could be true.

And that what had seemed
to be in principal

only a routine excursion

has now turned into
an exciting adventure.

Although a bit risky, especially
for those who have not

had the good fortune
to receive adequate

physical and mental preparation.

- Alright Professor!

- It's deeper than it looks.

When your turn comes you
must be very careful Glauben.

Right, stand by darling,
right, come on down.

Easy does it now, easy.

Your turn Axel!

- Professor!

Are you absolutely
certain that there's

no possibility of
Sneffels erupting

in the near future?

- Stupid question!

Well, once more
unto the breach dear friends.

Thanks to the careful
selection and packing

of the most essential equipment,

we had been able to reduce our
load to the minimum necessary

we have on hand,
instruments, tools, weapons,

ropes, provisions for 60 days
and drinking water for 10.

The quantity of water
seems to me insufficient,

although according
to the professor,

we will find what we need
once we have gone down

deep enough into the earth.

- Hans, you lead the way.

Professor, there are
three possibilities here.

How do we know
which one to take?

- All of them look endless.

- Nothing could be simpler.

We'll let Saknussemm
be our guide there.

Once again.

This is where he mentions it.

Cave descending to the left.

Now lead on Hans.

Come.

Careful!

Now we've lost the water!

- That's bad luck.

Still, I'd rather it be the
water than the instruments.

I feel sure we'll find
some good water later on.

Right my dear?

- Yes uncle.

- Good girl.

Come on then, Hans lead on.

How much do we have
left in our canteens?

Only enough for
the rest of the day.

I was going to fill
them this evening.

I should think it must
be sundown by now.

- No wonder I'm so tired.

No wonder
I'm so hungry.

- It's bad.

Ah, well, don't
be too downhearted.

We'll find good water
soon I feel sure of it.

Now then Glauben,
some readings please.

Temperature,
barometric pressure.

- Humidity, 95%.

The thermometer reading,
seven degrees centigrade.

- No wonder I feel chilly.

What does the
compass indicate Axel?

Saknussemm says here
we should be heading

in a westerly direction.

- Dead west.

- Good old Saknussemm.

- Right, let's lead on.

Hans, come.

If only he'd tell us
when we're going to find

some drinkable water.

If this keeps up we'll
never get through!

Saknussemm has a
word to say about this.

Let me see.

Oh, we've lost the book!

Get your masks on.

- Are you alright?

I will be when I can
get my hair washed.

You look as though you might
have been struck by lightning.

I know what you're
thinking Axel.

We're out of water, we've
lost our guide book.

The only sensible thing
would be to turn back

while we can still
find a way out.

I must admit the thought
had crossed my mind professor.

- You'd be a fool if it hadn't.

Bear in mind that
just ahead of us lie

millions of years of
unrecorded history.

Are we going to ignore
that and turn back,

or do we go on?

- I propose that we take a vote.

- Alright Glauben, you start.

Do we go forward, like
civilized creatures,

or do we turn back like cowards?

You know I wouldn't ruin
your picnic uncle Otto!

I say forwards.

- Thank you, Axel?

A man who wears the
uniform of Imperial Prussia

can have but one
answer, unfortunately.

I say forward too.

- Hans?

Forward means sheep,
backwards means nothing.

I say sheep.

That settles it
then, thank you.

We go on, lead the way Hans.

Uncle Otto, suppose the
votes had gone against you?

I should have
ignored them my dear.

What possible progress
could there be

if science were a slave
to democracy, come on.

How lovely, uncle
Otto, is that you?

Who's there?

Who's there?

Uncle Otto?

Axel?

Hans?

Who is that?

Who's there?

Axel?

Axel!

Help!

Professor, what's that?

Glauben!

- Glauben where are you?

Glauben!

- Here I am, in here!

- What happened to you?

I lagged behind to
look at those icicles,

and then stumbled
into this muck.

- That much I can see.

Then the most
incredible thing happened.

Just as I was about to go under,

someone appeared
and pulled me out.

That's absurd, there's
nobody here but us.

I tell you,
I felt a human hand

pull me out of there.

Fantasy my dear child, some
sort of tactile illusion.

You saved yourself by
clinging to that rock,

which has the rough
shape of a human hand.

And the figure I saw
hiding behind a rock,

I suppose you'll tell me
that was an illusion also.

- Undoubtedly.

With the disorientation,
the lack of water,

all of us are under
considerable strain.

Uncle Otto, I tell
you I saw someone.

A common illusion, known
to geologists the world over.

From now on, you must
stick close to us.

I told you not
to come on this trip,

didn't I, didn't I?

Oh do shut up.

Which way now?

We're confronted
with another choice.

- Yes, now what?

Frankly my dear
Glauben at this point,

your guess is as good as mine.

- Frankly I'm getting sleepy.

That's partly because
it's been growing warmer

in the past couple of hours.

The trouble is, if
we stop to rest now,

before we find water,

when we wake we may be
to weak to continue.

How do you feel about Axel.

- I could go on for miles.

Professor.

- What is it Hans?

- Letters, like the other ones.

Ah, old Saknussemm coming
to our aid once again.

Come on all you cheer up.

He must have had the same
problem with water as we have.

- Maybe he didn't spill his.

- Listen, did you hear that?

It sounds like
voices, human voices.

- What could it be?

- I've no idea.

- It must be voices.

- Nonsense.

Isn't it at least
possible that somebody else

might have found a path into
the earth the way we did?

It's a possibility of course,
but an extremely remote one.

I suppose that's known to
geologists the world over

as an acoustical illusion.

Perhaps they're
animals of some sort.

They could even be dangerous.

- Quiet, all of you.

Try not to make any
noise, Hans, you lead.

Glauben, here, shh.

- Quiet, you hear anything now?

So it wasn't animals
after all, it was us.

We must be squarely
in the center

of an acoustical field.

Alright,
that'll do do do do.

Let's get out of here.

- No wait, Glauben.

- Alright, alright.

We should be safe enough here.

- I'm thirstier than ever,

and I can't go on
another step uncle Otto.

Well, there's
nothing else for it.

We shall have to rest here,
try to get some sleep.

Alright, alright, alright.

I still say I saw a
real face back there,

not an illusion.

Shh little one, try
to get some sleep.

- Hans, where are you?

Hans, what are you doing?

- Listen, water.

- Water?

- I'll get the others.

Wake up, we found water!

- What?

- Water!

- Where?

Just ahead, Hans has discovered an
underground stream.

- Thank God.

Come on Axel, let's
go and see about.

- Here, right here.

Yes, no doubt about
it, there's water.

Right here I think.

- No, over here.

No no no, this is where I
can here the noise best Hans.

Give me the pick.

Professor, I know
mountains and I know caves.

Here is a good place,
that is a bad place.

Hans, as a
professor of geology,

I also know about
caves and mountains,

and how to break through them
when necessary to find water.

Stand back.

Careful professor.

- Have you lost your mind?

Another inch to your
right this entire cavern

would have collapsed
on our heads.

This simple mountain man
has more common sense

than you with all your
diplomas professor Lindenbrock.

- Who are you?

How do you know
my uncle's name?

- Because I have read his books,

and also because I've
had to listen to your

incessant chatter
during the last 10 miles

of this tedious decent.

You followed us
into the earth?

Hardly, since I began
my descent two months ago.

- Through Sneffels?

I prefer to find
my own way in,

just as I expect to find
my own way out again.

- Why, you've burned your hand.

- A mere trifle young lady.

Quench your thirst.

You're doing scientific
research mister?

- Olsen, simply call me Olsen.

Like any civilized man, I
include the natural sciences

among my hobbies.

But naturally I refuse to
let their so called laws

limit my outlook.

Well now that our
paths have crossed

it would be sensible
to travel together.

You are welcome to the
benefit of my experience.

I think it should be
made perfectly clear,

that this expedition is led
by professor Otto Lindenbrock

and none other.

My dear boy, my
own interest lies in

the acquisition of
knowledge itself.

And not the accumulation
of dusty academic honors.

Did you ever hear
such insolence?

How I'd love to have
him for just one day

in my platoon.

- Don't be pompous Axel.

Now at least we have
something to drink at last.

Why don't you wait
until it gets cool?

Apart from the fact
of calling himself Olsen,

and that he obviously
belongs to the human race,

we have learnt very
little else concerning

this particular individual.

All that we have determined
that his only equipment

consists of a
mysterious metal box.

This strange and
startling materialization

was largely forgotten however,

in the general delight
resulting from the

discovery of water, which
from this moment on,

we encountered in
great quantity.

Glauben appears to be
the one most affected

by the annoying
presence of this Olsen.

I'm afraid we've taken a wrong
turn and lost the others.

- How tedious.

At least we're
alone for a change.

If you're referring to
the absence of Mr Olsen,

I must say I find
that no great comfort.

Well I think he's
boring conceited and rude.

- Yes but who cares anyway.

Who cares what he's like when
he has such interesting eyes.

Well, if that's
all you can say.

Axel!

- What happened?

- It's alright my dear boy.

The worst is over.

- Glauben?

- Not a scratch on her.

In fact she's out there
having a swim, come on.

I must be having
hallucinations.

- My boy.

- It looks like an ocean!

One of nature's
apologies my dear boy.

And ocean below the
surface of the sea.

Fresh water, too.

- I can hardly believe my eyes.

The enclosure you see above
us is nearly a mile high.

Steady now, steady.

Never in my whole life,
not even above the earth,

have I seen a mineral
formation that could

retain and project
so much light.

It's incredible.

- It's breathtaking.

- Axel, come on in!

Axel, come on, the
water's beautiful.

Go on in the water, go
on, it'll do you good.

Do you know you've been
unconscious for nearly two days.

Mind your head.

- No wonder I feel groggy.

How's the raft
coming along Hans?

- Soon be finished.

I hope that fossilized
wood floats alright.

- It'll float.

Well if it doesn't, I scarcely
know what course to take.

- Here I come!

You do look
silly, come in Axel!

- Coming to get you!

- It's cold in here.

- It's not that cold come on,

I'm gonna get you.

Look out now, here
I come, here I come.

- May I have my clothes back?

- Sorry.

- Olsen, who are you really?

Where do you come from?

Your hand!

- What about my hand?

- Why, it's completely healed.

How is that possible
in so short a time?

- But it is possible you see.

It was your hand that
pulled me out of there,

wasn't it.

I don't know what you're
talking about Glauben.

Do you really think
it's going to be

safe enough to sail in?

Hans assures me
that it will float.

I simply can't get over
this strange light.

It's uncanny, fantastic.

Yes, but no more so
than the Aurora Borealis

and caused by the same
sort of simple ionization.

Look what I found,
what a pretty shell.

Oh my dear child,
treat that very gently.

- Oh, it turned to sand.

All these things
you see are fossils,

not shells Glauben.

Does that mean there are still
living creatures out there?

I should be very surprised
to learn the contrary Axel.

- Where are you going Hans?

- I need a rudder.

- Well you carry on working,

we'll go and look for something.

Good heavens.

They look just
like giant mushrooms.

They look like wooden mushrooms.

- They are mushrooms.

Millions of years
ago they flourished

above the earth as well.

Now you stay here
while I investigate.

These could be dangerous.

- Extraordinary.

As perfectly
preserved as in a greenhouse.

I wonder how many of
these you get to the pound.

Where could your
uncle have got to?

- Uncle Otto?

- Professor!

- Uncle Otto!

Alright Axel, Glauben,
you can join me now.

But take great care,
I'll explain presently.

Come on.

Walk gently.

- Why?

It looks innocuous enough.

- Innocuous it is not.

That pollen can be fatal.

If it falls on you it
can cause histoplasmosis.

You see that red dust
on the top of them?

- It's dangerous?

Ha, as I've already
said, it can be fatal.

Now we must get away from here
in case a breeze springs up

and loosens it, now
whatever you do,

don't touch the
mushrooms, ready?

Run for your lives!

- Hurry!

- What was that?

- Explosion.

- A second earlier,

we'd have been underneath
that poison dust,

- Olsen, come on.

Good lord.

Are you out of your mind man?

You of all people
who criticized me

for knocking a small
whole in the cave wall!

The vibrations you're causing

you'll bring this whole
structure down on our heads!

I have my
experiments to perform

just as you have
yours professor.

- Your so-called experiments are

putting all our
lives in jeopardy.

- Our lives?

Do you really think the
sort of work you're doing

is going to make and
difference to any ones life

on this planet?

- There there uncle Otto,

none of this is
worth arguing about.

- Who does he think he is?

Putting all our lives in danger
with his ridiculous games.

Let's go and see how
the raft is coming along.

Hello Hans.

- I found a rudder.

Well done Hans,
how soon do you think

you'll be ready to launch her?

- Soon enough.

- Splendid, you work very well.

- I'll get our gear together.

- I'll go with you.

How do you feel?

- Much better now.

- What are you doing?

It's incredible.

- What?

Yesterday you had a deep
gash on your forehead.

Wounds apparently
heal much faster here.

Then what a fine
battleground it would make.

- Idiot!

From the moment
of it's launching,

the raft had proved that
it could sail beautifully.

To the great
satisfaction of everyone.

We are maintaining a steady
south easterly course

of one four five degrees.

And according to the
calculations of the professor,

we should be sailing directly
underneath the British Isles.

The only noticeable
inconvenience

has been the discomfort
produced in those persons

not trained to rise above
every type of difficulty.

Today we received
a welcome surprise.

I think its alight?

- I got it, I got it.

- Axel!

Give it to
me, give it to me!

- Good girl.

It's a shark, watch
it doesn't bite you.

What a strange looking fish.

- Do you think it's edible?

- I don't see why not.

- We'll cook it.

I'm so hungry.

Come on Hans, come on.

- Be careful it's hot.

- What about Olsen?

If he wants some, let
him come here and get it.

- How does it taste Glauben?

- Like a dream.

- Thank you Hans.

- I'd say more like sturgeon.

Delicious, I still
think we should invite Olsen.

He gets more
nourishment from his books.

- Be quiet, he'll hear you.

It's growing warmer here.

- 32 degrees.

Well, that's not
excessive considering

we're 100 miles
beneath the surface.

- It's excessive enough for me.

I'm going for a swim,
don't anybody look.

- You'll get indigestion!

- Axel, the water's wonderful.

Glauben, don't get
too far from the raft.

Stone cold, Axel, come
on in it's wonderful.

- I've work to do!

- Take down this sounding Axel.

Oh!

- Quick, grab him!

- Axel, Hans, help me.

- Teeth marks.

Good heavens, steel
bitten right through.

- Look!

- Monster.

Glauben, come back!

Glauben!

- Come in Glauben!

- Come on Glauben!

Another one Hans!

- Glauben, grab on!

- Glauben, hurry, hurry!

Try and get
the rope Glauben!

Come on, swim girl.

Take my hand.

- Alright?

- I think so.

Just look at them, two
mythical enemies face to face.

They existed on earth
over a million years ago,

and here we are seeing them.

I'll bet you two gold
mounts on the one on the left.

- You'd lose Axel.

It'll end in a draw,
with both of them dead.

Give me the rifle Hans.

We've gotta get out of
here before the blood

attracts other monsters.

Pull the sail down, quickly.

Put the oars out, hurry.

Come on!

Get the oars out!

Professor, look over there!

Looks like a giant whale!

Looks like an
island of some sort.

- Shall we go and visit it?

Indeed, perhaps
we could find some

significant fossils there,

Hans, steer towards it.

Axel, pass that
object to someone.

- Axel, help me.

Coming.

Somebody must stay
with the raft, you Hans.

Look at that smoke
rising out of the ground.

Thermal heat
escaping, no doubt.

And over there,
looks lifeless.

Olsen seems to
take most interest

in what seems least interesting.

I think he's quite
a fascinating man.

And I think he doesn't
know half as much

as he thinks he does.

- Neither do we.

I still haven't
decided whether he's

a man of method or madness.

Whatever his secret is, he
keeps it in that metal box.

What I can't figure out is
how he caused those explosions.

That's been
puzzling me as well.

Must keep a closer eye
on him in the future.

- What strange rocks!

- Look over here professor!

A battalion of giant tortoises.

- What an incredible sight.

Fossils of a giant tortoise.

They must have been here
for centuries, amazing.

- What a pity they're all dead.

It's better they are,
could be dangerous.

- What's that noise?

You know I've never
seen a dangerous turtle.

They must have been man
eating, but they died of hunger.

They were too slow
to catch their prey.

Can you imagine what would
happen if they surrounded us

to attack us?

Coward,
after.

Huh, it moved, I swear it did!

- Why, it seems to be alive!

They're not
fossils, they are alive!

They must sense a
natural catastrophe.

Back to the others, quickly,
come on Glauben, quickly!

Fast, come on!

Quick as you can, come on!

Get aboard Olsen!

Get the oars out.

Keep her steady now.

The weather
has changed completely.

The wind is blowing
harder than ever,

but the while atmosphere is
saturated with electricity.

I feel that some
catastrophe is approaching.

Careful with the mast!

Try and keep.

- Axel!

Hold on to my arm!

Careful!

Hold on, hold on!

You on those lines,
shore those lines.

- Hide your eyes.

Get down!

- Look out!

- What's that?

- A giant wave, here it comes.

Hans?

Glauben, my dear child.

Are you alright?

- Axel, how is Axel?

- We'll soon see.

How do you feel lad?

- Glauben, where's Glauben?

If the first thing you
think about is each other,

you must be alright.

- Where are we?

- Yes, where are we?

A rough calculation
would put us somewhere

beneath the surface of
the Mediterranean Sea.

Axel, if any of our instruments
have survived intact,

we'll soon know for sure, so
we'd better start looking.

- What about Olsen?

- Yes, I forgot all about him.

Have any of you
seen him, anywhere?

- Nowhere, but I found these.

- Look at this, smashed!

- What's the matter uncle Otto?

- Look at this mess.

Raft all smashed to pieces,

my precious instruments broken,

we don't even know where we are!

It's enough to make
any man despair.

It's not your
fault uncle Otto,

under the earth you have
to expect the unexpected.

Yes you're right
my dear child,

as always, you're
perfectly right.

Nothing is going to prevent me

making this appointment
with history.

That's more like your
old self uncle Otto.

- Look professor.

Olsen's books about the storm.

That's peculiar,
it's in Attic Greek.

All about time and space.

Never mind the book, let's
go look for it's owner.

Well for heaven's sake
don't get lost, be careful.

How strange, there's nothing
but bones all around us.

We've discovered a
prehistoric cemetery for animals

apparently, what's that?

The femur of some kind
of primate I should think.

- Prehistoric graveyard or not,

how do we know that
some of these animals

might not have a few living
descendants around here?

Look over there,
dinosaur's teeth.

We must take samples
back for uncle Otto.

- It's a molar, with a cavity.

Glauben, look, what
a strange forest.

Everything we
encounter now is strange.

And the further on we go,

the stranger it will get.

- Like a dream.

- Yes.

- I think we've come far enough.

I just knew you were
going to say that.

- Now look, we've come deeper,

and stayed longer than
anyone else in history.

We've more than paid
our dues to science.

- Axel, what do you want?

- I want to convince your uncle

that we should look
for a way out of here.

But why, it's unlikely
we'll come back you see.

Because I want to
marry you, that's why.

- Oh Axel.

And a prehistoric bone
yard is no fit place

to bring up babies.

- Babies?

Oh Axel.

- Monkey!

It's our only chance!

- Axel!

- Put us back on the roots!

Now, get out.

- Axel, Glauben, over here!

Into the cave!

That way.

Back through here.

- Where are we going?

- Just follow me.

- What in the world is that?

- Why Olsen, all those-

- Better not to ask Glauben.

Certain concepts are
not yet within the range

of human comprehension.

- I simply can't believe it.

- Just a moment,

now look, you must say a
promise not to say a single word

to your uncle, about
what we've seen here.

Because then he'd
never want to leave.

- I promise, I promise.

- Alright.

- Come along.

- Out!

Dinosaurs!

- I can't believe my eyes!

We'll have to return
the way we came.

Professor!

- Uncle Otto we've got Olsen!

- Come on!

Olsen, hurry!

Come on!

And thus we
continued our adventure,

on the subterranean sea.

The professor does not wish
to leave one single stone

unturned in his
quest for knowledge

of this strange universe.

However, I perceived a
subtle change in him,

from the moment he began
to real Olsen's book.

- Olsen!

- Yes sir?

This book of yours that
was washed ashore with us.

It claims that time is
relative, not absolute.

The claim
unfortunately is true.

I've tested the theory
myself, somewhat to my regret.

I learned that under
certain circumstances,

one can indeed
move through time,

as easily as one
can through space.

A year ago I might
not have believed you

but after the mysteries and
experiences of this voyage.

Even in your normal
world on the surface,

there are mysteries
you've never dreamed of.

- One thing still puzzles me.

We're living in the
year '98 are we not?

- Indeed you are.

Yet the publication
of this book is 1914.

That's nearly 20 years
ahead in the future.

How do you account for that.

Why, proof of the
pudding professor.

Or could it be a misprint?

I only know I'd give my soul
to own a device like that,

with all it's secrets.

It's the only one in
existence my dear Lindenbrock.

And you've no idea
of it's capabilities.

It could even transport
one to the moon.

- Professor, the sea has ended.

- What is it?

Look, we can't go any further!

- Let's go.

Looks like some
sort of grotto.

- Keep us straight Hans.

- There's no way out.

Look how dark it is.

We'll never find
our way out of here.

- Then we'll have to turn back.

- Turn back, never.

Try and secure it
to that rock Hans.

Take the lamp thank you Glauben.

These rocks are very slippery.

- Professor, look at this.

Saknussemm, once again
showing us the way forward.

Now we must try and force our
way through this wall of rock.

But suppose there's
nothing behind it,

but another endless sea.

Then it's our
duty to find out.

We must get ahead
as far as possible.

- It's useless professor.

You're not even
making a dent in it.

- Then I'll try even harder.

We must get ahead.

- Be reasonable uncle Otto.

The task is impossible.

In the search for
truth my dear child,

nothing is impossible.

Now please stand back.

- Uncle Otto, uncle Otto.

Can't you stop him.

- What can I do?

Olsen, only you can get
us out of this plight.

Do something.

- If you wish.

Professor, professor.

Your dedication is admirable,

but this is a task that
I alone can accomplish.

Get back on the raft.

- What are you going to do?

Keep the raft as far back
as you can from this point.

This will only
take a few moments.

- Olsen, what about you?

- I told you long ago.

I found my own way in,

I'll find my own way out again.

Godspeed, never forget.

- I'll remember you Olsen.

I don't see anything
strange happening.

We're
rising up above!

- Glauben, what's the matter?

- I'm choking.

- So am I, so let's build fast.

Get the gas
masks, sulfur fumes!

Hurry, that's an
earthquake warning

if ever I heard one!

- That way professor!

- Professor!

Like a sheep.

- Shoo, shoo.

- Hey little boy.

Where are we, he
doesn't understand.

Where are we, tell us!

- Try other languages.

(speaks foreign language

Listen, listen little
boy, where are we?

Answer me!

Answer!

(speaking foreign language

(speaking foreign

(speaking foreign language

- Somebody, somebody, somebody!

- Hans, we've lost Hans!

Hans!

Come on Hans, we're
Glauben.

Boy!

- Hurry!

And thus ended
our fantastic voyage.

Hans went back to Iceland,

where his flock now
numbers more than 100 head.

He is a respected man,
and is often visited

by his loving cousins.

Glauben and I have
undertaken a new adventure.

That of matrimony.

A woman cannot do without the
support of an experienced man,

a man with foresight.

As for the professor,
he continues to

visit the old book shop.

With who knows what remote
expectations in mind.

- Morning.

- Good day professor.

Somebody left this
parcel for you.

- Me, when?

I mean who would do?

Strange name,
sounded like Naksesum.

- Well I'll be.

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