Return to the Lost World (1992) - full transcript

[exciting music]

[footsteps]

[birds calling]

[rustling]

[growling]

[birds chirping]

[growling]

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

Imana, [non-english speech]

[non-english speech]



[non-english speech]

[growl]

[laughs]

(QUIETLY) [non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

[rustling]

What the hell are you doing?

Who are you?

What are you doing with
my little bird, huh?

Speak, you fool.

He doesn't understand
you, Dr. Heymans.

[sighs]

Well, Gomez, make
him understand.

I will try.



[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

He says he is the
chief of his tribe.

He and his people live here.

He wants to know what you
are doing in his land.

You see this, my good friend?

This is a lease, you understand,
signed by the Belgian Governor

General, allowing me to
carry out scientific research

on your little plateau.

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

He says he is the chief here.

He wants to know who
gave you this right.

Here is the lease, signed by
the Belgium Governor General,

granting me that
right to do anything

on your little plateau.

Gomez, bring him.

[non-english speech]

CHIEF: [non-english speech]

[rumbling]

Everything is ready, Doctor.

Great.

I'm coming, huh?

Bring him.

Get ready for some
fireworks, Chief, huh?

[laughs]

Everything is ready, sir.

We'll see.

[non-english speech]

[growling]

We have no time.

Carry on.

[growling]

[non-english speech]

Get on with it!

[growling]

[explosion]

[weak growling]

[yelling]

[laughing]

Amazing.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Quite the king, huh?

[groans]

Ah!

[yelling]

[gunshots]

[groans]

[non-english speech]

He says you have
angered his gods

and therefore you are cursed.

You must leave this
land or you will die.

Take him and throw
him off of the cliff.

Now.

You heard Dr. Heymans.

There are no gods.

There is no curse.

Only death.

Move!

What are you waiting for?

Get back to work!

Do you think I pay you to stand
around and pick your noses?

These barracks must be finished
by the end of the week.

[weak growling]

IMANA: [non-english speech]

[growling]

[non-english speech]

[growling]

[non-english speech]

[hisses]

[non-english speech]

[yelling]

TRIBESWOMAN:
[non-english speech]

TRIBESMAN: [non-english speech]

[non-english chatter]

[birds calling]

[splashing]

[non-english chatter]

TRIBESWOMAN:
[non-english speech]

WOMAN: Malu, what is it?

MALU: They threw
him off the cliffs.

WOMAN: Bring him
into my quarters.

[non-english chatter]

Gently.

Gently.

Bring him quickly.

I need boiling water.

[coughing]

He should be fine.

He needs rest and
care, a lot of it.

Have you heard of
the British government

giving permission to anyone
to explore the Lost World?

No, but there
have been others--

Belgians, Portuguese.

Is he saying they spoke English?

Yes.

His people believe that if
any member of their tribe

leaves their land,
they'll be cursed forever.

Something terrible must have
happened for him to leave.

I can telegraph
the British District

Commissioner at Nairobi.

I doubt that that
will help much.

Kate, I think that it's
time we call our friends.

Professor Challenger
and the others?

They vowed that they would
return if we ever needed them.

They have to come now.

[dramatic music]

MAN (VOICEOVER):
Dateline-- July, 1914.

The Khyber Pass.

The borderline between
our Indian empire

and savage Afghanistan.

A patrol from His
Majesty's Indian army

waits to ambush a gang
of Afghani smugglers.

Their illegal spoils of
tiger skins and ivory

threaten the very
survival of India's

precious remaining wildlife.

SOLDIER: Fire!

[gunshots]

[groan]

SOLDIER: Fire!

MAN: Jenny!

[grunts]

Jenny Nielson, you
are not a well person.

Dammit, Edward, my camera and
my plate are completely ruined!

My apologies.

Next time we'll save
the camera first.

[non-english chatter]

It would have
made a nice picture.

Oh!

[donkey braying]

We're due for a
vacation after this.

We've been going
nonstop for the last--

I don't remember how long.

I was thinking of
going south to Salam.

There's wildlife there that's
never been photographed.

More work?

Don't you ever think
about having fun?

The French Riviera.

Breaking the bank
at Monte Carlo.

Or even a long
weekend in Kashmir.

You don't know what
you're missing.

Was that an offer, Mr. Malone?

SOLDIER: Edward Malone?

MALONE: Yes.

SOLDIER: Telegram
from your newspaper.

MALONE: Way out here?

JENNY: That's
pretty good service.

MALONE: It's a message
from Kate Crenshaw, Kalimi.

JENNY: Really?
MALONE: And Malu.

JENNY: Hm.

MALONE: "Palala inured.

Reports of oil
drilling in Lost World.

Dinosaurs in danger."

Come on.

We can be in Dar Salam
within a few weeks.

What about the others?

We can wire
Challenger and Professor

Summerlee from Bombay.

They won't come, Jenny,
unless we go get them.

Summerlee and Challenger
were feuding again.

Then you and I will go alone.

Remember what
Chief Palala said.

We're stronger when we
six are all together.

We have to bring them with us.

This is beautiful.

What's Summerlee
doing in this joint?

That rich patron of his,
The Countess-something,

the one who funded the
Summerlee Institute,

insisted in her will that the
museum be set up on her estate.

And there it is.

Well, lucky old Summerlee.

You don't suppose he and
the Countess were, uh--

Summerlee?

No, I suppose not.

[both chuckle]

Very nice.

JENNY: Good morning.

MALONE: Summerlee's done
all right for himself.

JENNY: However he did it.

MALONE: [laughs loudly]

Wait here.

Spotless.

Like the man himself.

BUTLER: Professor Summerlee.

Now, remember, get
him to agree first.

Then we can mention Challenge--

Whoops.

Miss Nielson.

Mr. Malone.

Professor.

You look well.

I'm gratified you
finally found your way

to my humble institute.

I did send you both invitations
to the opening last spring.

[stammering]

Let me show you around.

Right.

Follow me.

Come.

Sorry about the
opening but we just

couldn't make it last spring.

We were in America
covering the elections.

Jenny did a photo portrait
of President Wilson.

Oh, so you two are, um--

Partners.

Hm.

Peculiar things,
American elections.

Then, I have something
here that you should see.

This should be delightfully
familiar to you.

Mississippi bedrock.

You said you'd just
been to America.

Scientific joke?

[laughter]

JENNY: Professor.

Oh, it's so good to see
you haven't changed.

Me, change.
Why?

I'm afraid this isn't just
a social visit, Professor.

We received this in the
Khyber Pass of all places,

and it's urgent.

SUMMERLEE: Oh.

We hoped you would join us.

My duties here do
keep me rather busy.

I don't know.

But you took
the vow to return,

just like the rest of us.

Think about it, Professor.

All of those amazing
prehistoric animals,

the last of their kind,
they're in great danger.

We need you, Professor.

We need someone with your unique
genius to lead this expedition.

You would be lost without me.

I accept.

Good for you, Professor.

There is, however,
one condition.

I will not go anywhere if that's
scientific heathen is involved.

I assume you mean Professor--

I will not have
that name mentioned

in this place of science.

Challenger!

So you two are not speaking?

Not speaking?

I've not spoken that man's
name since he took it

upon himself to discredit
my theory on the origin

of the Orinoco River!

Well, he disproved
you before, Professor.

I mean, there did turn
out to be a lost world.

Purist fluke.

Complete and utter accident.

I was totally justified
in disbelieving him.

How can any genuine scientist
respect the theories

of such a loud-mouthed,
over-stuffed,

feeble-witted, insincere lout?

CHALLENGER: Summerlee?

That whining scoundrel?

That-- that eternal bore?

That-- that miserable
excuse for a scientist?

Of course I understand the
seriousness of the matter,

but I cannot, under
any circumstances,

see myself leading an expedition
to Africa that includes that--

that-- that
irritating charlatan!

Professor, I've
finished the graph.

Oh.

Do you remember Jim?

Mr. Malone.

MALONE: Jim, my good man.

How have you been?

Very well.

Thank you.

JIM: It's so good to see you.

Jim.

I'd have thought
Professor Challenger would

have scared you off by now.

What, me?

Never.

This is good work.

I have to say, I could scarcely
do a thing without the help

of my young assistant here.

Oh, not so young anymore.

Is it another adventure?

Not a happy one, I'm afraid.

The Lost World is in danger.

You can count me in.

CHALLENGER: Oh,
not so quick, Jim.

I will not, under
any circumstances,

go to Africa if
that miserable man

sets foot south of the Sahara!

Actually,
Professor Summerlee's

much too busy with his
institute to go along,

so it's just the four of us.

And Malu.

We could hardly
budge Summerlee an inch

from that old museum of his.

Oh, I'm not surprised.

The fellow never
did have any spirit.

We leave tomorrow morning.

Excellent.

I am with you.

But, Professor, we do have
to take certain precautions.

Your departure must
remain an absolute secret.

George Edward Challenger's
departure a secret?

You remember the hoopla the
last time we left for Africa.

We can't afford to be held
up like that this time.

Every hour counts.

We have to make sure
the newspapers hear

nothing about this expedition.

You'd be mobbed by the press.

Every journalist in the world
would want an interview,

and that would cause
serious delays.

He's quite right, of course.

Everything I do is of
international interest.

JENNY: Of course.

What cautions do
you suggest we take?

Leave that to me and Jim.

CHALLENGER: Quite right.

Let's not burden my
mind with trivialities.

My mistress, science, calls.

We must not unsheathe the
great sword of intellect

to cut butter!

Ha-ha!

[inaudible] Pack my bags.

A great story of intellect.

[inaudible]

[ship horn]

[laughter]

Ah, Jim.

Now we're all here.

I'm glad you had the
good sense to leave

the employment of that lunatic.

JIM: Yes.

How do you occupy
yourself nowadays?

Oh, this and that, Professor.

This and that.

By the way,
Professor, I'm thinking

of doing a piece on the
origins of the Orinoco River.

Mr. Malone, I had no
idea you were interested.

Well, as you know, I've just
completed an extensive study

on the subject, and I
think I can give you

a comprehensive if
not definitive account

on the origins of the Orinoco.

Great.

I believe I'll go see how the
cook's making out with lunch.

I'll join you.

All right.

I'll fill you in with the
details when you get back.

MALONE: Don't be long.

So the nexus of my treatise--

or perhaps opus would
be a better term--

is that the thrusting
forth of the Andean Range

is the result of
the mounting of one

tectonic plate over another.

Which one is it?

I'm not sure.

[knocking]

Sir?

Sir?

[groaning]

I think this is it.

You do it.

[banging]

What the hell
kept you so long?

There can't possibly be
journalists aboard this ship!

Now I know what it is like to be
confined within the intellects

of a common Englishman.

Stifling.

I'm sorry, Professor.

It's just that we--

SUMMERLEE: I must consult my
notes before we go any further

with our conversation.
JIM: Oh, no.

MALONE: Yes.

SUMMERLEE: I don't want
to disappoint my son.

MALONE: Of course not, but I--

SUMMERLEE: It won't
take a moment.

I know exactly
where my notes are.

They're right here in my trunk.

Challenger.

Summerlee.

Oh.

Of all the
underhanded treachery.

Treason comes naturally
to you, Summerlee.

Naturally?

No more words, Challenger.

A words, Summerlee.

Do you beg for mercy?

You'll be begging for mercy.

Surrender is a word
not in my vocabulary!

I have a bigger
vocabulary than yours

in at least five languages.

So en garde, Professor Crapule.

[yells]

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, please.

In the name of science.

JENNY: We don't have
time for all of this.

JIM: Stop it!

What are you doing?

Our friends are in trouble
and here you are fighting.

JENNY: Jim's right.

Don't you remember
the vow we all took?

Not just one of us,
but the whole group.

JIM: Remember your toast,
Professor Challenger?

"To six intrepid
explorers in the name

of science and adventure."

You drank to it too,
Professor Summerlee.

CHALLENGER: [groans]

I am prepared to
overlook my differences

with Professor Summerlee for
the duration of this expedition.

After all, this is a serious
matter that we are about.

The fate of the last
prehistoric animals on Earth

may depend on us.

I'm afraid I must agree
with you, Challenger,

much as I loathe the thought.

Good.

Now, shake hands.

Shake hands.

Good.

Now we're really off
on our expedition.

[indistinct chatter]

Any trouble?

No trouble at all.

Don't lag behind, or you
will get more of the same.

HEYMANS: Gomez?

I see you have
some helpers, huh?

GOMEZ: Yes, Doctor.

They are members of the
tribe of the former chief.

Free labor.

[laughs]

Splendid.
Good

Thank you, Dr. Heymans.

- Sit, Gomez.
- Thank you.

Ah.

HEYMANS: Orange?

Yes.

Sante.

Salud.

HEYMANS: Gomez, I need
somebody I can trust.

You have a certain way,
a certain sophistication.

These others are just
dogs, cheap morons.

Useful but unable to
think for themselves.

Dumb animals.

Not smart like Gomez.

HEYMANS: You see the
way it is then, huh?

Mm.

Gomez, there is a lot
of money to be made here,

and I think you should
get more than the rest.

And you will, as long as you
continue to help me, huh?

GOMEZ: Thank you.

Thank you, Doctor.

HEYMANS: There!

Get out of the way!

Forget it.

Forget it!

Move the pipe!

If we don't clear the pipe,
there would be a blowback

and we'd all be blown to bits!

All together, up!

Watch out!

Move!

Move, you fool!

Put it down!

Move!

Get this out of here!

Get a move on!

You fools!

Get in there!

Get a move on!

You imbeciles!

It's overheating!

Get a move on!

Hurry!

Get a move on!

[squeaking]

Can we help him now?

As you wish.

Gomez!

GOMEZ: Yes, Dr. Heymans.

Now, Gomez, I want
you to get rid of him.

Get rid of him?

Yes.

I don't care how you do it.

Tell him you're flying him out
for medical care and then just

have him disappear.

[dramatic music]

[non-english singing]

[suspenseful music]

They are here.

[cheering]

[car horn honking]

MALU: Hello, Edward.

I've thought about you
so much since you left.

And we of you.

[non-english speech]

He's waited here
every day for you.

CHALLENGER: Greetings, Palala.

[non-english speech]

MALU: He says you must hurry.

He can feel the
fear of his people.

Their world is in great danger.

Tell the chief we
will do everything

we can to save his people.

We'll leave at daybreak.

Is that a command or
a suggestion, Summerlee?

It's a logical conclusion.

It's now 4:30 in the afternoon.

Well, I see nothing's changed.

Nope.

CHALLENGER: Come on.

Come on.

MALONE: Try to get along.

KATE: Bye now.

SUMMERLEE: Goodbye.

Goodbye.

JIM: Goodbye, Kate.

CHALLENGER: Don't
splash me, Summerlee.

JENNY: If all goes
well, we should

be back in a couple of months.

KATE: I hope so.

JENNY: Me too.

KATE: God go with you.

Do you think you
brought enough supplies

this time, Challenger?

One must be prepared for
any contingency, Summerlee.

I hope we have
some life preservers.

We're going to need them when
these craft begin to flounder.

[coughing]

MALONE: Do you think it's
wise to bring Palala?

I'd like to see you try
to talk him out of it.

- I don't speak his language.
- I do.

Let me tell you, it
doesn't help much.

[laughs]

[splashing]

Oh, stop!

Remember that
little pterodactyl

we brought back to London?

Percival?

JIM: Yeah, little Percy.

I wonder if he ever
made it back here.

It's a long way from the
London Zoo to the Lost World.

JENNY: Well, I hope he did.

Otherwise, he's bound
to be pretty lonely.

[elephants trumpeting]

CHALLENGER: All right.

We'll stop here
for a little rest

if that's all right
with you, Summerlee.

SUMMERLEE: Yes.
Thank you for asking.

CHALLENGER: Is it
my imagination or is

this river getting longer?

SUMMERLEE: No, it's
not getting longer.

We're just getting older.

MALONE: Doesn't it feel
good to be back here?

[sighs]

Why is the water green?

Vegetable matter
washed downstream.

The river is teeming
with vitamins.

Yes.

I wager we could market
this water in London

for its restorative powers.

It would sell even
better in America.

The fountain of youth.

JIM: Let's see if it
makes me any younger!

[splash]

JENNY: Jim!

[laughter]

MALONE: What a boy.

JIM: I think I feel older.

[inaudible] got some sun?

[splashing]

Malu, what's that over there?

JIM: The water's lovely.

Bala.

Bala fish.

Jim, get out!

MALONE: What are bala fish?

SUMMERLEE: They're like
piranha, only much worse!

[splash]

JENNY: Swim!

Swim, swim, Jim!

MALONE: Swim to me, Jim!

Come on, swim!

JENNY: Oh, please hurry!

Swim quickly.

CHALLENGER: Swim faster!

Go!
Go!

Go!

SUMMERLEE: Hurry, Jim!

They're coming!

CHALLENGER: Get him in the boat!

Quick!

[inaudible] My god, there
are hundreds of them!

[splashing]

Summerlee, your paddle.

This is amazing.

It's almost Mesozoic.

Oh, poppycock.

That's a perfect [inaudible].

Give it to me.
I'm a zoologist.

I'm the geologist.

CHALLENGER: Come
on, give it to me!

SUMMERLEE: It's mine!
CHALLENGER: Oh, please.

I said please.

Give it to me.

You're breaking my thumb!

Ow!

[splash]

Do you see what you've done
now, you blithering idiot?

[panting]

Thanks for the rescue, Jenny.

Well, I owed
you one, remember?

The Khyber Pass.

[elephant trumpets]

All this baggage is only going
to slow us down, Challenger.

I keep telling you, Summerlee,
there is nothing here that will

not be required on the voyage.

Shh.

Thank you.

[cawing]

Well, "not on the voyage."

Continue.

SUMMERLEE: Um--

MALONE: [whistling]

Enjoying the view?

[clears throat]

I'm just--

[fire crackling]

MALU: [non-english speech]

CHALLENGER: Good night, Jim.

JIM: Good night.

CHALLENGER: Good night, you all.

MALONE: Good night, Professor.

MALU: [non-english speech]

CHALLENGER: How
about you, Summerlee?

SUMMERLEE: Good
night, Challenger.

Would you like to
take a walk, Edward?

Can you take
photographs in this light?

No.

I just want to go for a walk.

Miss Nielson, to the best
of this reporter's knowledge,

this is the first
time in living memory

that you've ever done anything
just for the hell of it.

Any comment for my readers?

None that you can print.

[chuckles]

Mm, maybe I do get a
little obsessed sometimes.

Do I?

We've been working together
for quite a while now,

haven't we, Edward?

Couldn't ask for
a better partner.

I'm actually
glad you said that.

I want to be a
great photographer.

It's just that I worry
sometimes that I might

be missing out on other things.

I mean, since I'm always
concentrating on getting

that perfect picture,
I just wonder

if I'm not missing
out on other things

that are right in front of me.
- Oh, yeah?

What sort of things?

MALU: [non-english speech]

Oh, I bet you
don't miss too much.

Maybe not.

I think I'll skip that walk.

Good night, Edward.

[hissing]

[indistinct speech]

HEYMANS: We are having
trouble then, Gomez?

No.

They are just afraid we
will anger their gods.

I'm sure you can
find a way to deal

with their silly situation.

No problem.

[non-english speech]

[inaudible]

HEYMANS: We're making
good progress, Gomez.

According to my
calculations, we should

be striking oil very soon.

WORKER: Achtung!

Watch out, dinosaur!

HEYMANS: Keep it
away from the rig.

I don't want any [inaudible].

Come get your weapons!

Get a move on!

[indistinct chatter]

[growl]

[gunshots]

[growl]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

[thud]

You see?

It can be killed, huh?

[laughs]

MAN: Challenger, this
time we know the way.

Make big change
in men's attitude.

CHALLENGER: In
all our attitudes.

MALONE: Is it ever hot.

Can you do those?

You're lucky, Malu.

You're the only one
dressed for this weather.

[rip]

MALU: [non-english speech]

MALONE: Are you hurt?

MALU: I'm all right.

[chuckles]

Well, here, take my shirt.

Oh, it's easily fixed.

SUMMERLEE: Mr. Malone,
what are you doing?

Uh-- nothing.

Just admiring the
good Lord's handiwork.

We'll make a naturalist
out of you yet, hm?

[monkey screeching]

[animal calls]

[grinding]

WORKER: Dinosaur!

[gunshots]

[inaudible]

Stone, get back here!

[roaring]

He doesn't like the rig.

[gunshots]

The pipe!

He's going for the
cooling system!

[hissing]

Run!

It's going to blow!

Heymans, look there.

Look!

The dinosaur has
struck oil for us!

[men yelling]

That's not oil.

That's hot volcanic ash!

Get me out of here, Gomez!

Run!

Run!

[explosions]

WORKER: [screaming]

[explosions]

[rumbling]

[explosion]

[men yelling]

[explosion]

There goes our last
link to the outside world.

[non-english speech]

[fire crackling]

[rumbling]

I never thought I'd
see this place again.

Neither did I, Jim.

Professor, what's that?

That's smoke.

And I'll wager it's
volcanic in origin.

Isn't that a
premature conclusion

from a distant glimpse of smoke?

I agree that all the
facts are not in, Summerlee,

but that smoke comes
from a volcano.

I will stake my reputation
as a scientist upon it.

Can't we make the stakes
a bit higher, Challenger?

Perhaps something of worth?

Let's go find
out for ourselves.

[rumbling]

CHALLENGER: No, no, no,
don't put that down.

We're going to need all of that.

And be careful with it.

Some of it's a little fragile.

Come on.

[non-english conversation]

[hissing]

MALU: [non-english speech]

Ah.

Yes.

North.

Well, what now, Doctor?

Oui.

You got us into this mess.

Now, how are you going to
get us out of this hellhole?

I understand my
responsibility to you men.

I think you know that,
don't you, Sam, huh?

He'll shoot you, Sam.

Sure.

Sure I do, Doctor.

It's just--

Don't worry, Sam.

I've got a plan.

Men, those tribesmen must
have a camp near here,

and I'm sure they know
a way off this plateau.

And I'm sure we can convince
them to tell us how.

Gomez, come here.

Come.

We go and scout
for that camp, huh?

[laughs]

And I'm sure we can
persuade them to tell

us how to get out of here.

[non-english speech]

[growl]

HEYMANS: That looks
like the place.

GOMEZ: They seem to have
a deadly form of defense--

those boulders.

Ah, oui, but we have
guns, Monsieur Gomez, huh?

[both laugh]

Doctor.

[growl]

[non-english speech]

[clicking]

[gasps]

HEYMANS: I think we found
our ticket off this plateau.

IMANA: [non-english speech]

[growling]

GOMEZ: What about that thing?

HEYMANS: Leave it to die.

IMANA: [non-english speech]

[growling]

[yelling]

[rumbling]

MAN: [non-english speech]

IMANA: [muffled cries]

HEYMANS: Hello, up there!

I have a friend of
yours down here with me.

TRIBESPEOPLE:
[non-english chatter]

IMANA: [non-english speech]

HEYMANS: Do you understand?

They don't know what to do.

Come.

GOMEZ: What about the other men?

Forget them.

IMANA: [muffled speech]

[dramatic music]

[roar]

[rumbling]

Professor, what's that sound?

Unless I'm mistaken, and you
know that's highly unlikely,

that is the sound of
the volcano at work.

Oh, really, Challenger.

Not your volcano theory again.

Summerlee, have you ever
heard a volcano while standing

in a tunnel by its core?

No, I have not.

Well, there you are then.

Have you?

I just did, and you would too
if you'd keep your ears open.

How can you put
up with that man?

I-- I have to find a way
off this damn plateau, Gomez.

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

Gomez, what is happening here?

They say we have brought
death to their world

and we must be in league
with the evil ones.

The evil ones?

The man-eating dinosaurs.

These people believe
they are evil gods.

They say they cannot help us or
the gods will bring more death.

You are afraid of your gods?

Hm.

It's me you should be afraid of.

Gomez, tell them I will kill
the girl and each of them, one

after the other,
until they tell us how

to get off this damn plateau.

[non-english speech]

You don't believe me, huh?

Gomez, kill her.

Kill her!

[gunshot]

TRIBESPEOPLE:
[non-english chatter]

CHALLENGER: Imana, here!

[gunshot]

MALONE: I'll take that gun.

You-- you-- you've
got this all wrong.

I can explain.
TRIBESMAN: Palala.

TRIBESPEOPLE: Palala.

I know what you think,
but it's not true, huh?

My name is Bertram Heymans.

I'm just a poor scientist trying
to get away from this plateau.

[non-english speech]

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You see, I have here a lease.

[non-english speech]

It's signed by the
Belgium Governor General.

[yelling]

It gives me the
right [inaudible]

experiment on this plateau!

Fire your gun into the air.

[gunshot]

That's enough!

There will be no lynch mob here.

Tie him up.

Get up.
HEYMANS: Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

You will not regret this.

[non-english singing]

[drumming]

[rumbling]

MALONE: Jenny, you
have got to see this.

It's amazing how
beautiful it all is.

JENNY: Deadly, but beautiful.

[bubbling]

[camera clicks]

Mm-hm.

Professor Summerlee,
would you come here?

SUMMERLEE: Yes, Jim.

JIM: Professor Challenger.

CHALLENGER: Hm?

I think you'd like to
take a look at this mural.

CHALLENGER: Why?

JIM: There have
been some additions

since we were here last.

SUMMERLEE: Good Lord.

They've been adding
to the paintings.

I do believe that's
supposed to be us.

Good heavens, yes.

Our last trip.

Look.

Malu, Malone, saving us
from the skeleton people.

And that's Jenny.

And that's me.

Yes.

And this must be Summerlee
feeding the medicinal herbs

to the sick dinosaurs.

SUMMERLEE: And I dare say
that that is you, Challenger.

[laughter]

It's amazing how we've become
part of their mythology.

MALU: We're more than that now.

We're a part of their religion.

We're gods.

What, all of us?

Even Summerlee?

[laughs]

MALU: Especially Summerlee.

He saved the dinosaurs.

Well, I--

I suppose it does make
some kind of sense.

The scientific tools we
use to help these people

must seem miraculous to them.

CHALLENGER: Just a minute, Malu.

What exactly do they
expect of us as gods?

MALU: They expect us
to destroy the volcano

and restore peace to their land.

I'm telling the
truth, Mr. Malone.

I just had a
talk with Heymans.

I don't know.

He seems to be full of remorse
over the damage he's caused.

He says Gomez threw
Palala off the cliff.

It was no accident
that he was up here.

I'm afraid there are always
going to be men like Heymans.

People who just don't
understand that a place

like the Lost World is unique
and should be left undisturbed.

MALONE: Yeah.

Well, what do we do?

SUMMERLEE: It's no good
racking our brains over it now.

A good night's sleep should
give us a few answers.

Yes, he's quite
right, of course.

Good night to you all.

JIM: Good night.

CHALLENGER: Good
night, Summerlee.

MALU: Good night.

HEYMANS: Are you going to leave
me tied up like this all night?

[distant eruptions]

JIM: I can't
understand you, Imana.

[non-english speech]

All right.

I can help you.

I'm coming.

[distant eruptions]

Where are we going, Imana?

[animals calling]

[thud]

[roar]

[growling]

[hissing]

[growl]

Oh.

So that's what you meant.

IMANA: [non-english speech]

[growl]

[growling]

[distant eruptions]

Wait.

Wait.

Stop.

He's so heavy.

[growling]

[chomping]

We better hurry.

Here.

[growling]

(QUIETLY) Stop.

Stop.

Get down.

There.

Stay here.

SAM: Don't we have
enough work, Cole?

[gasps]

SAM: He was in the
jungle spying on us.

WORKER 2: But who is he?

Where did he come from?

Where did you come from?

Did Heymans send you?

Are you with Heymans?

Where is Heymans?

He will cost us.

Where is Heymans?

[hissing]

[imitates bird call]

This boy knows
where Heymans is.

Heymans knows the way down.

He is not talking.

We can fix that.

[sizzling]

Where is Heymans?

[imitates bird call]

[growling]

[non-english speech]

JENNY: There they are!

PALALA: Imana!

[non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

PALALA: Imana,
[non-english speech]

Mr. Malone, would
you please help me?

He's terribly heavy.

IMANA: [non-english speech]

[non-english speech]

IMANA: [non-english speech]

PALALA: [non-english speech]

Damn that man and
his oil drilling.

Doesn't he know
the value of life?

If this little thing
dies, if they all die,

there will be no more dinosaurs.

No more Lost World.

That Belgian really
knows his geology.

This raises the common oil
well fire to a whole new level.

CHALLENGER: Summerlee,
by George you've got it.

An oil well fire.

What is a volcano?

It's a fire from the ground.

And the solution must be
the same for both of them.

Well, you've
lost me, Professor.

No, no, no, no.

How does-- how does and oil
man put out an oil fire?

He caps it.

He uses a high explosive
to-- to-- to choke the fire.

And that's what we must do.

[distant eruptions]

Only on a grander scale.

I don't know, Professor.

That would take a fair
amount of explosives

and we don't have any.

How wrong you are, Mr. Malone.

Jim, will you do the honors?

JIM: Yes, sir.

SUMMERLEE: What's
going on, Challenger?

CHALLENGER: Summerlee, you will
recall on many occasions I have

said, one must be prepared.

SUMMERLEE: Dynamite?

Oh, hardly, Summerlee.

Hardly.

No, this is the product of
years of experimentation

by Jim and myself.

It's a new form of
explosive, probably 10 times

more powerful than dynamite.

I have named it
after myself, aptly--

Challengite.

You mean to tell
me that we have

been dragging high explosives
along with us the entire time?

Well, I was hoping I
could make further tests.

You see, they're still
a little unstable.

[gasps]

It's finally
happened, Challenger.

You've gone stark staring mad.

Summerlee?

You propose to use
your untested explosive

to put out a volcano?

It won't work.

I'm the geologist, remember?

Such an explosion would only
make the eruption worse.

And you speak from
experience, of course.

I don't have to
try leaping off

a cliff to see if I could fly.

I don't have to shoot
myself in the head

to see if I'm
impervious to bullets.

You'll kill us all.

Then what do you suggest?

We must leave the plateau.

We must evacuate Chief
Palala and his people.

MALU: I don't think
they'd like that too much.

This is their home.

It's their only
hope for survival.

No.

This is their only hope.

It's our only hope.

Now, I have studied those
tunnels on our journeys

through them, and
I'm sure that I

can find a tunnel
there that will take

us close to the volcanic core.

We will put the
Challengite in that tunnel,

we will explode it, and
we will kill the volcano.

I'm going to make a quick
scout of the tunnel.

No!

Be careful!

CHALLENGER: Who's
coming with me?

[sighs]

Nobody?

Very well.

I shall go by myself.

[distant eruptions]

[fire crackling]

[sighs]

Mad, am I?

The greatest scientific
mind of his generation.

They'll revile the prophets--

Galileo, Darwin, Challenger.

What the devil?

[bubbling]

Good heavens.

I must be getting
close to the core.

No.

Too hot that way.

Let's try this one.

[non-english speech]

We don't have much time.

Malu, how do you get
through to these people

that the volcano could
erupt at any moment;

in the next few minutes.

I'll tell them again, but they
don't want to leave their home.

[non-english speech]

I will listen.

[non-english speech]

What do you think, Jenny?

Has Challenger
finally lost his mind?

PALALA: [non-english speech]

JENNY: What's he saying, Malu?

Chief Palala and
his people have

decided they will not leave.

But it's the only way
if they want to live.

They say they
don't want to live,

not if their world is dead.

[distant eruptions]

[non-english chatter]

[dramatic music]

Close.

Ah!

Very close.

[inaudible] distribute
the weight evenly.

Damnation.

Backwards or forwards?

Backwards, I think.

[fire crackling]

Don't burn.

Oh.

[yells]

Steady now, old man.

Steady.

Steady.

You can do it.

You can do this.

You can do this.

Oh.

Damn hot.

[grunting]

Rats!

Oh.

God, I have to lose some weight.

[grunting]

Ah!

Oh, this blasted bridge.

MALONE: Challenger!

Challenger, where are you?

CHALLENGER: Malone, the bridge.

Now, give me a hand.

[grunting]

Thank you, Malone.

I-- I do believe
you saved my life.

We've got to get out of here.

Oh, my leg.

[inaudible]

[grunting]

It was as close as I
could get to the core.

You do believe it
will work, don't you?

I'm trying to, Professor.

[crash]

CHALLENGER: [yells]

[whoosh]

[coughing]

That tunnel is the
only way off the plateau?

The only one.

So, even if we could fix
the bridge, we're trapped?

[rumbling]

Unless my explosive
will clear it.

It looks like we better go
ahead with your plan after all.

Damn right, we are.

[non-english chatter]

Are you two all right?

Well, no broken bones.

Hmm.

Jim, find all the
Challengite you can

and find an extra
long fuse wire.

You're not really
listening to him, are you?

It's our only
option now, Summerlee.

The tunnel's blocked by an
avalanche and the Challenger's

way or none at all.

It won't work!

Damn it, Summerlee,
listen to me!

Our sole hope is that
the explosion does work.

Now, like it or not,
it's our last chance.

[dramatic music]

CHALLENGER: Man the livestock.

Pen them in, quickly.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up.

Jim, keep that line moving.

Malone.

What is it, Professor?

Be sure they have
plenty of torches.

We've got to get as close as
we can to the volcanic core.

Malu.

Malu, what's going on here?

He thinks all this is
his fault, partly because

of his leaving the Lost World.

He may be right.

It's been one disaster
after another.

Palala, listen to me.

Listen to me.

Now, you can sit here and
watch your world come to an end

or you can try to save it.

Now, that's all we can do--

try.

What do you say that
we give this curse

of yours a run for its money.

Eh?

I do believe he
understood you, Challenger.

Hope is a universal
language, Summerlee.

Come on now!

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Good.
Good.

Good.
Come on.

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

[growling]

Oh.

Oh, he's scared.

So am I, Imana.

So am I.

CHALLENGER: Very good.

Excellent.

Excellent work.

Hey you there.

What do you want?

Uh-- I want to help.

You've done enough
already, thank you.

Look, I'm going to die
like everyone else here.

I just want to do my part.

Please.

This is all my fault. Please.

Give me a chance to
redeem myself, huh?

Oh, merci.

Thank you.

You would not regret this.

I'm sure I won't regret it.

If you make one wrong
move, I'll cut your throat.

[rumbling]

[growling]

CHALLENGER: Right.

These four men, Jim,
Malone, and myself

will attempt to place the
explosive by the volcanic core.

The rest of you take
cover just in case.

SUMMERLEE: Good
luck, Challenger.

Good to see you entering the
spirit of things, Summerlee.

I still think you're mad.

I just hope you're
mad and right.

MALONE: And so do I.

Lead on, Malone.

JENNY: Good luck, Edward.

Be careful.

Don't worry.

We'll be back soon,
one way or the other.

[somber music]

[non-english chatter]

Come on.

[grunting]

Come on.

[hissing]

[squawking]

Keep it close together.

Come on.

[bubbling]

We're getting closer.

Not much farther.

[rumbling]

Hold it.

MALONE: [inaudible]
the Challengite

or we'll all be blown to bits.

[yelling]

Oh, God.

You love him, don't you?

Yes, I do.

You must tell him.

He needs to be told.

I will.

[rumbling]

[gasps]

If I ever have the chance.

[coughing]

Is everyone all right?

MALONE: I think so.

CHALLENGER: [inaudible]

[non-english speech]

Come on.

JIM: It's blocked.

CHALLENGER: We
can go no further.

Here.

Put them against this wall.

Jim, the cord.

MALONE: I'll take that.

[rumbling]

[yelling]

Go on.

Get back.

Jim, [inaudible].

JIM: We sure are, sir.

CHALLENGER: Come on, then.

Good man.

Good man.

[inaudible]

Something must have happened.

[tribespeople sobbing]

[coughing]

Trouble?

Maybe.

I couldn't get the explosive
as close to the volcanic core

as I would have wanted.

Oh, Edward.

Thank God.

What is all this?

(QUIETLY) I'll tell you
later, when we're safe.

This is as far as
she goes, Professor.

Right.

Is it long enough to go to
the other side of that rock?

I think so.

All right.

Set it up there then.

I hope to heaven this
works, Summerlee.

All right, everybody.
It's time to think about--

[explosion]

All right, everybody.

Take cover.

Palala, get your
people to safety now.

[non-english speech]

[gunshots]

CHALLENGER: Come on, take cover.

Do you like that, eh, Jim?

Those are my men.

What are you doing?

We want out of
this damn place!

Either you show us
the way out, or we

kill every last one of you!

There's one way out of here,
and it's our only chance.

Shut up!

[gunshot]

Now, I saw you going
into that cave.

We know there must be a tunnel.

They're telling the truth.

You have to trust them
or we all die here.

I've had enough of
your damn lies, Heymans!

[gunshots]

They've lost their minds.

Give me your weapon.

CHALLENGER: Summerlee, we must
detonate that Challengite.

Every second we delay,
it reduces our chances.

Oh, damn this leg.

SUMMERLEE: Wish me luck.

[gunfire]

[yelling]

[grunts]

SUMMERLEE: Cover me!

[gunfire]

[inaudible] Take cover.

Get ready.

Come on, Summerlee.

Come on.

Nothing.

Damn!

Bloody hell!

Summerlee, what's the matter?

The battery's
holding a charge.

What now?

There must be a
break in the wire.

Damnation.

I'll fix it.

CHALLENGER: Jim, no!

MALONE: Jimmy!

CHALLENGER: Give him
cover, [inaudible]..

Come here.

HEYMANS: They need help, huh?

Heymans!

[gunfire]

You can do it, Jim.

You can do it.

[rumbling]

[yelling]

Thanks.

Look!

There.

Light.

The last [inaudible]
must have cleared a path.

We're home free, boy, huh?

But we'll never have
time to get the others.

Forget the others.

This is our chance to leave.

Put that down.

This is our chance, Jim.

This is suicide!

Give me that fuse!

Look, Jim, we could walk right
out of here and back to London.

You would like that, huh, Jim?

Huh?

[rumbling]

Back home in Brussels I'm rich.

You could be rich too, huh?

What do you say, huh?

Jim, huh?

I say this.

[buzz]

[explosions]

[coughing]

[cheering]

[non-english speech]

[cheers and whistles]

Summerlee.

Summerlee!

You are a damn brave
man, Summerlee.

And sometimes
are very blind one.

I was wrong, Challenger.

Your plan worked.

You stopped the volcano.

Yes.

It has worked.

[non-english speech]

But at what cost?

IMANA: [non-english speech]

Oh, Jim.

IMANA: [non-english speech]

CHALLENGER: Look, everybody!

JENNY: Jim.

CHALLENGER: Jim!

IMANA: [non-english speech]

CHALLENGER: Jim!

[cheering]

Jim.

Jimmy!

[cheers and whistles]

This is nice.

Where's your camera, Jenny?

You're missing a
hell of a picture.

Oh.

Forget the camera.

[squawking]

What's that?

Look, they survived!

I don't believe it.

JIM: Is it Percy?

It is!

It's Percy!

Percy, is that you?

I think it is Percy.

He's flown all the
way from London.

[growling]

He's come home.

MALU: Percival.

JIM: Percy, you made it!

Percy!

Professor, once
again I have misjudged

your deductive skills.

I apologize.

Oh, no apology
needed, my dear fellow.

Somehow our own personal
differences seem

trivial in the circumstances.

I agree.

Until today, I had no idea
of the role of intuition

in scientific thinking.

Your use of Challengite
to seal the volcano

was nothing short
of inspiration.

Oh, my dear fellow.

That is so kind of you.

And it was only
made possible by--

by your own personal
display of courage

and a fair measure of good luck.

Summerlee, it may
interest you to know

that I have decided to destroy
the formula for Challengite.

Why?

It worked.

The world does not need
a more powerful explosive.

But without it, all of this
would have been lost forever.

Thank God we saved it.

CHALLENGER: Yes, we saved it.

But for how long?

[squawking]

[clapping and singing]

[exciting music]