All language subtitles for Journey To The Center Of The Earth ¦ TV MOVIE ¦ 2008 ¦ Ricky Schroder & Peter Fonda

[ roaring ]

[ orchestral music ]

[ loud fight chatter ]

[ panting, grunting ]

Uncle! Uncle!

What time is it, Abel?

4:30.

Well, I think I played with

this guy long enough.

No, not this time.

Bet the wad.

[ loud chatter ]

The big man is going down

for good!

Who says no?

[ men shouting ]

Whoo hoo! Yeah!

No, he's not getting up!

How'd we make out?

Even better than the last

time.

That should keep the wolves

at bay.

How're you holding up?

Never better. Is the team

ready?

Like always.

[ horses neigh ]

How important is she?

Run, lads, run! Yah!

More tea, Mrs. Dennison?

No, thank you.

I'm sure he'll be right

along.

She's already here!

Excellent. She means

business.

Step up.

Whoa. Whoa, there. Whoa.

Is everything all right?

She's been waiting, but I

believe I kept suitably

entertained, at least I hope so.

Good. We must keep up

appearances.

What's she like?

She is very nice.

I do so enjoy playing hostess

for your uncle.

After we're married, I--

After we're married, Uncle

Jonathan can find his own

hostess.

Come on.

Ah, Mrs. Dennison!

Profound apologies.

Mr. Brock.

You've been hurt

Oh, it was, uh, nothing.

I was just racing back from a

lecture at the anthropological

society.

I'm doing some fund raising for

a scientific expedition to the

Dutch East Indies.

Adding to your collection?

Most of these things were my

father's.

This was your father's house,

I believe.

It was.

He was a rather famous man.

Companion to Mr. Darwin and the

Galapagos.

Some say you've followed in his

footsteps.

More like his shadow, it is.

Mr. Brock, I think you're too

modest.

My husband was very impressed

with your work.

I believe you met him.

Up in Fort Vancouver a few years

ago, after the war.

Edward Dennison?

Your husband?

I didn't realize.

There are a few years between

us.

I don't recall meeting you

then.

No, I was set to join him

when my father died quite

suddenly in Sacramento.

As his only heir, I was forced

to take over the family's mining

operation.

My father is Robert McCarra.

Yes, I know.

Another man with a large

shadow.

Your husband didn't mention

the connection.

No, he wouldn't have.

Edward is very sensitive about

his position.

He's a man of considerable

accomplishments, yet, in some

people's eyes, being married to

an heiress-- well, you know.

It was never that way at all,

of course.

Edward, he showed me a

wonderfully preserved fossil

of the genus pterychtis and

a fish of the Devonian Age.

A genuine treasure.

Found quite inexplicably in the

Russian territory, Alaska.

That's American territory

now.

Seward's folly.

Actually, I think it was a

very good purchase.

Indeed.

As I recall, Edward had gotten

that fossil from a prospector

who had told him a tale about an

abandoned mine with a hidden

passage.

An opening into the Earth.

Into the center of the Earth, no

less.

I Imagine it was just a local

legend.

One of those stories that every

culture seems to produce, like

Noah's flood.

Mr. Brock, Edward disappeared

looking for that passage.

I want you to help me find him.

Would you care to see the

garden?

That would be lovely.

Please.

I've collected some of his

papers.

Mrs. Dennison--

Hopefully, you'll be able to

make sense of them.

The mine is located at a lake

at the base of a dormant

volcano.

There's a crude map--

Mrs. Dennison, with all due

respect, I am not a detective.

I'm not looking for a

detective, Mr. Brock.

I'm looking for a man who can

put himself in Edward's place.

An adventurer who can think,

strategize and execute a plan

as he would.

A man who can discover and

follow the trail he would've

taken.

I am highly flattered, but

I am a scientist.

Let me be blunt.

I have a great deal of money.

More than enough to finance

any number of expeditions to

whatever godforsaken place you

choose to go.

Do you really think you can

make it to the East Indies based

on the strength of your prize

fighting skills?

Of course, I had you

investigated.

I need you to lead this

expedition.

And given the state of financial

affairs your father left you,

I would've thought you'd jump

at the opportunity.

I see you are a woman who is

accustomed to getting what she

wants.

I am.

In any case, I will need to know

your intentions within the next

24 hours.

As you'll see, when you peruse

these papers, there's a very

important time constraint.

I'll be awaiting your

decision.

Good day, Mr. Brock.

Good day to you, Mrs.

Dennison.

Uncle Jonathan!

What happened?

She wants me to go on a wild

goose chase to Alaska.

I'd be glad to accompany you,

uncle.

I mean, I would be useful in

so many ways.

Abel, our wedding.

We haven't really set a date

yet.

Of course, we have.

We can change it.

Emily, just think, if I'm to

make my way as a journalist

I need to have life experience.

Real life.

We've talked about it.

This-- this could be my

opportunity.

Uncle, I would make a record of

your entire journey.

If you don't want to marry

me, say so.

I do. I do wanna marry you.

You know that.

I knew you were going to do

this.

I told my sister.

I just knew it.

Wait, wait, Emily, wait!

Emily!

What do I do?

Abel, I suggest you tell her

you're going to dedicate the

journal to her.

[ laughs ]

So we're going?

Men get far too few

opportunities for great

adventure, Abel.

You never know, it just could be

true.

I'm going to go tell her the

good news.

You never know.

Dear Emily, as a wise man

once said, being on a ship is

like being in prison with a

chance of drowning.

Happily after two weeks at sea,

that part of our adventure is

over, as I'm afraid, I have

suffered from sea sickness,

whilst Mrs. Dennison and Uncle

Jonathan remained remarkably

robust.

Abel, a drink.

In any case, we have arrived

safely in Alaska.

And our journey begins.

Bring the gear.

Jonathan Brock, I presume.

Indeed.

Welcome to the capital of

Alaska.

I am the customs officer,

Solomon Smith.

I received your letter.

Good. I'd like to introduce

you to Mrs. Martha Dennison,

and my nephew, Abel.

Mrs. Dennison, Abel.

What sort of accommodation

do you have for us, Mr. Smith?

I'd be pleased to show you.

Abel, stay close.

Are you the only American

official here, Mr. Smith?

I'm the only American

official in the entire

territory, Mrs. Dennison.

Goodness, do you hear that

Mr. Brock?

Mr. Smith is a very important

man, indeed.

Mmm-hmm.

We know my husband came here.

Someone must've had contact.

As I say, Mrs. Dennison,

the Russians left no records.

They took everything with them.

Lock, stock and barrel.

Perhaps the indigenous

population remember him.

Tlingit. They're the locals.

The Russians treated them

badly, so they don't trust us.

They've yet to realize that we

are a different people.

Still, someone must remember

him.

Someone.

Four years is a long time.

This is the wild west.

People come and go looking to

stake a claim.

What about the map?

The mine.

Someone must know something.

Not if it's a Russian mine.

I'm going to go check on

Abel.

I wish I could be of more

comfort.

Abel?

Uncle!

Uncle! Over here!

Abel!

[ loud grunt ]

Are you all right?

He took my wallet!

Stay with Mrs. Dennison.

He's got all of our money!

What's he running from?

Hey!

That way!

Back down the other side!

Hey! You!

Gimmie that horse!

Hey! Come back!

That's my horse!

I'll bring him back!

Both of 'em!

Jonathan!

Uncle Jonathan!

[ coyote howls ]

Ooh. Easy, friend.

[ loud grunt ]

This man is deaf.

He has taken something from you?

Yeah, as a matter of fact,

he has.

It's all our money.

Thank you.

He does this.

You wish to kill him?

Um, no.

I don't feel like killing anyone

tonight.

Your choice.

Sergei Sergeivich Petkov.

Jonathan Brock.

I know who you are.

It is fortunate we meet.

Fortunate for you.

Yeah.

You know who I am?

Yeah. You are with this rich

woman.

You are looking for a man?

Actually, it's her husband.

I know.

You know what?

I know this man.

I am here before.

You know Edward Dennison?

Mikhail, my brother, was with

him.

Mikhail, your brother, he

went on the expedition with

Dennison.

Not brother, like brother.

We escaped Tsar's prison.

Came to Alaska many years now.

Mr. Petkov--

Sergei.

Uh, Sergei.

Can you come to come to Sitka

with me and speak with

Mrs. Dennison?

Oh, no, that's not possible

for months.

Uh, why?

The American customs man

thinks because I am Russian,

I must be spy or something like

this.

It's not true, but I don't stay

in Sitka.

I am living there.

Cigar?

Oh, no. Thank you.

Your choice.

Thank you.

Da, da.

[ crickets chirping ]

Are you sure you can trust

this man?

No. But he saved my life.

[ gun cocks ]

Sergei.

I brought Mrs. Dennison.

Welcome, Misses.

Thank you.

Inside.

You bring with you other

clothings.

Yes. I grew up in a mining

camp.

I know what's required.

I believe you.

Sit, please.

It's very good.

Not much, but thanks, misses.

Do you know where my husband

is?

Do you know this place?

This is mine for gold, I've

never been.

There's supposed to be a

passage, Sergei, within the

mine.

A fault line of sorts that goes

into the Earth.

I-- I remember this.

Your brother went there with

my husband.

He goes, but he never comes

back.

I look, with this I find him.

How long will it take us to

get there?

Slow is problem?

According to Edwards notes,

the mine is visible only one

day a year when the sun reveals

it-- September 23rd,

the Autumn Equinox.

That's ten days from today.

This mine can be seen one day

only?

Can we make it?

Ten days?

[ counts in Russian ]

Maybe. Maybe just.

Maybe just is all I need.

We are pushing deeper into

the wilderness with no trails

and no sign post to tell us

where we are or how far we've

come.

The vistas are breathtaking.

Though they conceal a thousand

perils we sense, but have yet

to see.

Each day we travel farther,

faster, living off the land.

Stretching ourselves to the

limit.

Sergei is an excellent guide,

but he uncle Jonathan are

dependent on a crudely marked

map bearing only the sketchiest

of details.

Mountain lions, wolves, bears,

and other predators snarling

and howling in the night, keep

us vigil and wary at all times.

So as you might guess, I'm

having the time of my life.

We shoot from here?

Yeah.

There. There, see? Ready?

Go.

Good one. Good shot.

Spásibo.

Why do men get to have all

the fun in life?

Such as?

Fishing, shooting guns.

I thought you grew up in

mining camp.

My father was very protective

of me.

He was determined to raise

a young lady no matter what

the environment, so.

Any man that would've tried to

teach me how to shoot a gun

would've been ridden out of the

camp on a rail.

I teach. I'll show you.

Wait, hold on, Sergei.

Guns are not play things.

I'm well aware of that,

Mr. Brock.

Now, hold it like so.

Strongly to shoulder, hmm?

Like this?

Da.

Okay, you gotta be careful--

Whoa!

Recoil.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Try it again.

Mrs. Dennison seems as ease

around men.

Not so surprising, given her

background.

I know our journey is to find

her husband, but I'm not quite

sure everyone will be happy

if we actually do.

We should take this ridge.

Yeah, but we have to cross a

swamp to get there.

Too long, too slow.

But what else can we do?

We have to go this way.

I think it's better we go over

the mountain. Look.

Okay, what's right below us?

What is right below us?

Uncle Jonathan and Sergei

debate constantly about the

quickest route through the

mountains, but it is all for

the common goal.

Nyet.

Let me see.

Would you like some coffee?

Oh, please.

Sergei, here, look.

Good?

Okay.

We're within striking

distance.

I hope so.

Tomorrow is September 23rd,

the Autumn Equinox.

The sun is at high noon.

We'll be there.

[ horses stirring, growling ]

It's a bear.

The horses.

[ more growling ]

Uncle, I'll go with you.

No, Abel.

Stay with Mrs. Dennison.

[ neighing ]

No, no, no.

We have to stay.

Get the horses!

[ growling continues ]

Uncle!

Sergei!

Mr. Brock!

Uncle! Are you okay?

[ silence ]

Mr. Brock?

Uncle. What happened?

We've lost two of the horses.

Without those horses,

what will we do, Mr. Brock?

The only thing we can.

Chase the sun.

To be so close to our goal

and to lose two horses has been

a blow, but we are resolute.

The cratered mountain is ahead

of us and we are determined to

reach it by noon.

We have not traveled this far

to fail on the final day.

It's there.

You can see it plain and clear.

Just like on the map.

The Tlingit name is hill

who smoke.

It's not smoking now,

thank god.

There was a bit of steam

rising from the lake.

It must be an active geo-thermal

area.

The Indians say devil is in

the Lake.

Sometimes suck people down,

sometimes spit them up.

A Saxnussen Vortex.

It was mentioned in Edward's

papers.

What is it?

In theory, a saxnussen

vortex is a kind of reverse

whirlpool, which allows a lake

to draw water from the source

underneath the earth, rather

than being fed by rivers or a

rainfall or other mundane

sources.

It's a complete fantasy, I'm

afraid.

You seem very sure of that,

Mr. Brock.

I am, Mrs. Dennison.

Your uncle seems very--

Opinionated?

I was thinking pig-headed.

Don't tell me.

One minute to high noon.

But if we don't have the

sun--

We must be ready if we do.

Sergei, please?

We do what with these?

I'm not sure yet.

Find the compass.

It's almost time.

Fifteen seconds, Uncle.

Look! The sun is coming!

It's gone.

Yes, it is, but not really.

Abel, get my plumb line.

What're you doing?

I'm showing where the ray of

light would've pointed.

Quickly, tie it here. Good.

Okay, now pull it taut.

Nice. Hold it steady.

Directly into middle of lake.

It could be fathoms deep out

there, and we could never find

the entrance underwater.

Mrs. Dennison, do you have a

mirror?

A rather small one.

Small will work fine.

Thank you.

You see, the sun would've hit

the surface of the lake on an

angle.

Abel, hold it steady. There.

Good.

And on a clear day, the surface

would've acted as a mirror

reflecting the ray of light

directly towards--

Sergei, blow some smoke towards

the mirror.

Again.

The light would've struck

at a point half way down that

steep hill.

Let's go find our mine.

We need to find the downward

passage, if there is one.

There must be miles of

tunnels here.

Then we'll search every foot

of it if need be.

[ Martha gasps ]

Okay, we need light now.

Okay?

Stay close, Abel.

Abel, keep up.

Coming.

Abel.

Which way?

It's a coin toss.

Really?

Oh, of course not.

It's more like 50/50.

Well, we're gonna have to split

up.

Why don't we each take a

tunnel.

I prefer not to.

Mrs. Dennison, I understand

that, but it's the most

practical course of action

due in the time we have

remaining, which is not very

much.

Uncle! Look here.

Someone did this with a pick.

A marker of sorts?

Would your husband know to do

this?

Nyet, Mikhail.

Mikhail did this.

This is Russian symbol.

It means don't go this way.

Follow the Russian.

Mr. Brock, can I have a word

with you?

Of course.

Has Sergei said anything

about my husband?

In what regard?

Anything.

I tried to talk to him about it,

but I don't think he liked him

very much.

Not sure you did either.

Not true.

We had much in common, your

husband and I.

I found his ideas original

and provocative.

I just wish I'd gotten to know

him better.

Me too.

We were only together as husband

and wife for a year.

Forgive me for being so

forward, but I find the two of

you a peculiar couple.

[ laughs ]

I never met a man like Edward

before.

He was so worldly.

So confident, so full of life.

Full of plans that I thought

were exciting, and adventurous

that I'd thought we'd share

together.

Why didn't you?

Perhaps he didn't think his

adventures were for sharing.

One day, he was simply gone.

I didn't know exactly where.

He kept certain aspects of his

expedition secret.

Even from me.

It took four years just to piece

together the scraps of evidence

that I showed you.

If he left you, why?

I just want to know what

happened to him.

I need to know that.

Fair enough.

Mr. Brock! We find opening!

Come! Come see!

Whoa. It seems to be going

straight down.

Let's descend.

Wish me luck.

We had begun our descent into

the Earth.

Uncle Jonathan, our point man,

going first, picking the route,

and then lowering us down.

It is difficult to express our

emotions, for it is both

exciting and utterly terrifying.

Truly a journey into the

unknown.

Our ropes are 200 feet in length

so we must find ledges and

outcroppings in the rock walls

and conduct our descent in

stages.

Almost there!

As you may recall, I have had

some fear of heights in the

past, but there is no time for

fear now.

I must push past it and think

of only what awaits us below.

Go slow! Watch your feet!

Can't see! Slow!

Be careful, Abel!

Slower, Abel. Slower!

Good!

Gently, Abel.

Ha, ha! Well done.

The vertical descent is

behind us.

We are now traversing a series

of tunnels and passages.

Some of them vast galleries

carved out of the rock by the

primeval forces that shaped our

planet, taking us deeper and

deeper into the Earth.

Presumably, we were following

Mr. Dennison and Mikhail's

route.

This, of course, we can not know

for certain.

The only thing we do know for

certain, is that it is too late

to turn back now.

Uncle Jonathan!

Uncle Jonathan!

I found a lamp. Look.

It's singed.

Do you think it's Edward's?

Let's keep searching.

Mr. Brock, more oil, I think.

It's got a gaseous odor.

It is most likely

combustible, Sergei.

Oy. [speaks Russian]

[ Martha gasps ]

Oh.

Oh, no.

You think it was

Mr. Dennison?

I don't know.

Oh, God. Nyet!

How can you be sure, Sergei?

We make these in prison camp.

In Siberia.

Mikhail...

Brothers...

Should've been me.

[ distant whooshing ]

Uncle!

Uncle, I hear something in the

rock!

It's like a-- like a whooshing

sound like the wind.

Abel, there's a lot of

strange sounds here.

None of them being the wind.

No, it's quite strong.

Uncle?

[ crumbling ]

Whoa!

[ soft thump ]

Abel!

Abel? Abel, where are you?

I'm down here.

What are you doing down

there?

I fell.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I think so.

Stay there, we'll be right

down.

Watch out!

Are you all right?

The pack. Saved my life.

Abel.

Yeah.

Look. There's light.

Come on.

We're back on the surface.

How could--

We couldn't be. We're not.

I don't understand.

Neither do I.

There is no gaseous ball

providing illumination.

No light-- it must be

electrical phenomenon.

Much like Aurora Borealis,

only stable.

So there would be no night.

Correct.

The light must always be on.

Otherwise, the physical laws

seem to apply this gravity

condensation, hence the clouds.

There must be rainfall.

There is a tide.

Is it salty?

Da. Somewhat.

I'm gonna explore some more.

I'm coming with you.

I'm coming too. Bring guns.

What we have discovered down

here is truly amazing.

Trees are like we know.

We have fir, pine.

But plants need sunlight.

Yeah, they've somehow

adapted.

Photosynthesis without the sun.

Evolution in an enclosed

environment, taking a course of

its own.

It's warm.

You gentlemen mind giving me a

little privacy?

Why?

Sergei--

Ah. Naturally.

We'll just keep going.

Sergei...

Look at this.

What can do this?

Not evolution.

These trees were felled with

an axe.

For what?

[ roaring, gasps ]

[ screams ]

[ gasping ]

What happened?

Are you all right?

What happened?

Something bit me!

Something bit me and pulled me

under.

Sit down here. Here.

Sit down.

Let me look at it.

Let me see.

You've seen a leg before?

Once or twice.

Did you see this thing?

What was it?

No, I just felt it slithering

under the water.

It's must've been 20 feet long.

You have a pretty good welt,

but it didn't break the skin.

Thank you, Mr. Brock.

We found some trees that had

been cut down by an axe.

By Edward?

Perhaps. We think the trees

were used for a raft.

A raft. To go where?

Our raft, we owe to Edward

Dennison.

He cut more trees than he

needed.

We lashed the logs together

with our climbing ropes and thus

far, she is sea worthy.

The sea, however, is more of a

lake, despite it's salt content.

It's extent is unknown, but from

our soundings, it's rather deep.

75 feet!

Sergei, let's drop the sail.

I think we'll make better time

with just the current.

It's getting deeper!

[ distant wildlife sounds ]

Look. Look there.

Birds.

[ loud squawk ]

Oh, no. Not birds.

There's a theory that birds

are the descendants of winged

dinosaurs.

It seems to be true.

[ squawking ]

What're they doing?

They attack, maybe.

Sergei, no.

They're just curious.

Don't shoot.

Uncle, there's something

pulling on my rope.

Martha.

Help me.

It's heavy.

Haul it up!

[ loud squawk ]

It's bit clean through.

And it's taken your pickaxe.

[ loud squawk ]

This is why they circle.

They wait for dinner.

[ weak squawk ]

That one's not circling.

[ loud squawk ]

Shoot it!

[ gunshots ]

No!

Abel!

Abel!

What-- what is that?

Shark?

No, it's too big.

It's a plesiosaur.

One of the most deadly creatures

that's ever lived.

[ loud thump, gasps ]

[ roaring ]

It's coming towards us.

Brace yourselves!

We must kill it!

[ roaring ]

Bullets will be useless.

Hold on.

Whoa! Hold tight!

[ birds squawk ]

[ roaring, chewing ]

It's hungry. Let's feed it.

[ loud squawking ]

[ roaring, gnashing ]

[ laughter ]

Now what?

We raise the sail, Abel,

and hope for a strong wind.

Sail coming up!

That creature is prehistoric.

Yeah, from the Pleistocene

era, but those reptilian birds,

they're from somewhat later.

You're talking over a million

years ago.

It seems that the creatures

that dies out on the surface of

the Earth survived here,

protected from the last

ice age.

Could you imagine those

creatures in San Francisco Bay?

You're quick thinking saved

us, Mr. Brock.

It's true.

Let's hope our good fortune

continues.

I believe it does.

Take a look!

A raft. It's a raft!

It's been here for years.

Looks like the elements

could've destroyed it.

Where's the rest of it?

Don't jump to conclusions,

Martha.

I think I'm gonna go explore

a bit.

Don't go too far, Abel.

[ distant wildlife sounds ]

Why does she want this man?

He was at Sitka many weeks

but never spoke of her.

A woman's heart is the last

frontier.

I did not trust him.

Is this why you didn't join

his expedition?

Maybe. I was so drunk,

I could not go.

But perhaps, this was on

purpose.

I tried to stop Mikhail.

It's my fault.

[ wildlife sounds ]

Uncle Jonathan!

Uncle Jonathan! People!

Humans. I saw two girls.

Where?

There's a trail.

Lead the way.

We are being watched?

Yeah. Some of those songbirds

aren't birds.

What could they be?

I think we're gonna find out.

It's beautiful, but

how on Earth do we get across?

That's how.

Something tells me this not

primitive.

No, it was built with

knowledge and engineering and

a great deal of skill.

Do you think it's safe?

There's one way to find out.

Be careful.

Hope you're not afraid of

heights!

This is incredible, Uncle!

Jonathan!

We've got company!

Whoa! More back here!

This is unfortunate.

[ background chatter ]

[ whispering ]

[ foreign chatter ]

What do you think they're

saying?

It sounds vaguely familiar.

I hear many words like

Tlingit.

What now, Uncle?

Martha.

And Jonathan Brock.

You must bow to me.

Edward--

Mr. Brock is an

anthropologist.

He knows how it works.

There are protocols.

Have you bought anything to

give me?

To give you?

A gift. Sign of respect.

We have our packs.

Good. You have weapons.

Yes.

Excellent.

Now we will celebrate. Woo!

[ tribe shouting "woo" ]

These people came down from

the surface centuries ago.

They found an Eden.

Naturally, their creation myth

involves the world above from

which a Messiah is prophesied

to descend.

Sounds familiar.

Mmmm. As it turns out, I was

the fulfillment of that

prophecy.

So you're like a god.

Essentially.

What do they think we are?

They're waiting to be told.

You're a problem I didn't

anticipate.

Who's she?

She is my people's priestess.

They're hunters, but some

of the animal species in this

place are murderous beasts.

We encountered one of them.

Every time a hunting party

would go out, men were killed

or maimed.

I taught them how to hunt from

above.

From aerial platforms.

I've heard something of that.

Certain South American tribes

employ the same technique.

Indeed, Mr. Brock, I did not

invent the idea, I adapted it

to this environment and has

transformed their lives.

We found Mikhail.

Stupid man and his damn

cigars.

He set off an explosion as you

must've guessed.

Mind your manners when you talk

to me.

My people are easily offended.

You called this place an

Eden, Edward.

You've been here four years now.

Is it really Eden to you?

It is, Martha.

I intend it to stay that way

too.

Mr. Brock, I haven't thanked you

for taking such good care of my

precious wife.

Martha?

[ speaks tribal language ]

She does not like us.

You've done it, Uncle

Jonathan.

This discovery will put you on

the map.

You may have even eclipsed

Darwin, let alone your father.

Yeah, I've done it, all

right.

Why have you stayed here?

The power's so intoxicating?

Maybe not to you, but as

someone who's never had it, yes.

I heard there were strangers,

but I never imagined you.

And Jonathan Brock.

You paid top dollar.

Who's running the Empire while

you're away?

You left me without a word.

Without your permission, you

mean.

Is that how you saw it?

That's how it was.

Not to me.

I didn't want to do this.

I thought about this moment

so many times.

I thought I would know exactly

what to say to you.

I thought you would be--

What?

Pleased to see me.

I thought about it too...

knowing it would never happen.

And I am pleased.

But I'm not the man you knew,

Martha.

You can stay here with me.

We can still be together.

[ whistles ]

[ speaking tribal language ]

Edward, don't, please.

You're my wife.

Now that I'm here?

I'm not ready for this.

I'm sorry.

I see.

No, I don't think that you

do see.

You've no idea how hurt I was.

How I felt.

Where are you going?

To your priestess?

As a matter of fact, I am.

[ tribal chatter ]

[ gunshot ]

[ excited chatter ]

Shoot them if you have to.

[ gunshots ]

[ grunts ]

Edward!

Still.

You fool.

He's only a boy.

He's older than he looks.

I know him.

Now what?

He's a traitor.

I'm going to kill him.

Edward, don't!

Are you insane?

Just give me one reason,

Mr. Brock, just one.

[ speaks tribal language ]

Now for you--

[ tribe gasps ]

You have no idea what you've

done.

Requiem aeterno deo.

Rest in peace, fallen god?

Gods don't bleed.

You killed that boy in cold

blood.

I had to.

They would've tried to kill

me.

Who were they?

Traitors. They're leader is

Wakinta.

He resisted me from the start.

Even when he saw what I could do

for the people.

He sowed dissention.

I banished him and his

followers.

He started a campaign of

harassment.

I attacked, took prisoners.

Prisoners?

Your arrival has given him

the moment he's been waiting

for.

What do you mean?

Your appearance has undercut

my power.

You sealed your fate when

you killed that boy, Edward.

Hmm. And you, Martha.

You were horrified by my actions

out there.

Consider what happens next.

What?

Wakinta, and all of his men,

must be annihilated.

Martha, if it's any comfort,

to my mind, any man who found

himself in your husband's

position would be changed by it.

He isn't changed.

He's worse, not different.

The arrogance since his

entitlement, that's how he was

when I met him.

That was his trump card.

My father scared off so many

of my suitors.

He couldn't fight Edward.

I think that's what drew me to

him in the first place.

It wasn't love?

I think I wanted him to love

me.

Maybe he did for a little while.

No. Stop!

Stop.

Stop! No!

What is he doing?

Losing control.

They're going. All of them.

He is false god.

They see it.

We have to go. Now.

Will that raft be where we

left it?

Your raft was destroyed.

Why?

So you couldn't get back.

There's another way though.

Through the valley of the light.

It's the route they took down

from the surface centuries ago.

Edward, are you sure it's

still there?

Oh, we'll find out,

Mr. Brock.

Is that them?

Will you use this?

If I have to.

Yeah, it's them.

Sergei. It's loaded.

[ whistling ]

Let's go.

[ tribal calls ]

[ whistling ]

[ tribal calls ]

[ tribal grunting ]

[ speaks tribal language ]

He wants revenge.

No, he wants a reckoning.

Can we escape using those

hunting lines you built?

Maybe.

Maybe is good enough.

Okay, let's go.

[ tribal yelling, gunshots ]

Now remember, hold on real

tight.

[ speaks tribal language ]

Go.

Let's go!

Come on! Let's go!

Sergei, watch out!

Uncle Jonathan!

[ tribal calls ]

Jonathan!

[ speaks tribal language ]

Go go!

[ speaks tribal language ]

Oh!

Uncle Jonathan!

Martha's down!

[ speaks tribal language ]

Martha, run!

Come on!

I saw Mrs. Dennison get hit

by an arrow back there!

Okay, come on.

Run!

[ tribal calls ]

[ whistles ]

I think it was over this way.

They're right behind us!

Are you okay, Martha?

It got caught on my strap.

It scared me more than anything.

We need to go!

I have dynamite.

You will hold them back.

How many of those do you

have?

This is the last one, but

they know what it can do.

Come on, Sergei.

[ whistles ]

Come on.

Be careful.

They're blocking the passage to

the cave.

How far will they go to stop

us?

What do you think, Brock?

Okay. Follow me.

This is our only chance.

[ speaks tribal language ]

[ speaks tribal language ]

Edward, once we're in the

cave, we'll be sitting ducks

if there's no way out.

I have a plan.

Mr. Brock, get my wife safely

in the cave.

Martha.

Sergei, cover me.

[ speaks tribal language ]

The blast should loosen the

rock, sealing us in.

And them out.

Damn!

[ speaks tribal language ]

We're sitting ducks, Edward.

Move back as far as you can

into the cave.

You should find an underground

river.

Now!

Edward, what about you?

Don't worry about me.

I'm a god here, remember?

Wakinta, you think you have

the power?

I'll show you the power of life!

What're you doing?

Saving your life.

[ loud rumbling ]

Edward!

[ water flowing ]

Are you sure about this,

Jonathan?

It's our only chance, Martha!

It's getting deeper!

Look out behind!

Keep your heads up!

Keep moving! Move!

Martha? Martha!

Jonathan!

Martha! Keep moving!

[ speaks Russian ]

Abel!

Keep your heads up!

Uncle Jonathan!

This wasn't on the map!

[ loud gasping ]

Uncle! Could that have

possibly have been a--

Yes, it could.

A Saxnussen Vortex!

Seems my earlier judgment was

premature.

I'll try not to hold it

against you.

[ all laughing ]

Thank you.

I suppose you're already

thinking about the East Indies?

I can't say as I am.

Really? I am.

After what we've been through,

the idea of going back to more

board meetings and society

brunches seems too dreary to

contemplate.

The Indies on the other hand.

Much, much more exciting.

I agree completely.

Good. Then we have a deal.

It would be a pleasure.

Uncle?

About my journal.

Should we let the world know

where we've been?

Nyet.

You have the most at stake.

My scholarly renown.

It's the type of discovery

that walks a man out of

the shadows.

We need not destroy their

world.

We must keep their secret.

Always.

You have your answer, Abel.

Well--

I'll, uh, make sure I deal with

this.

As this is the last entry

in the journal, I feel I must

confess something, which I'm

sure you've already guessed.

It has all been a work of

imagination.

Clearly nothing I've described

here could ever have taken

place.

After all, a journey to the

center of the Earth?

Who in their right mind would

believe it?

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