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(suspenseful music)

- I'm done.

- I think we've tracked this
stream as far as it goes.

- One of these will
lead to a larger river.

- And a way off the
plateau but not this one

and not the three before--

- Shh.

- What now?

Charming.

Anyone you know?

- Vantus.

- Headhunters, I thought we
had left their territory.

- Perhaps they're expanding
their real estate holdings.

- Get down.

Vantus, too many of them.

- I think we should be somewhere else.

- Right.

(serious music)

- Careful, Roxton, soup
of the day, hot lead.

There we go.

Well, these should see us
through another few weeks.

You should've been an artist, Summerlee.

- For one brief, glorious moment I was.

- Really?

What happened?

- Parents, friends, I
allowed them to convince me

that I wasn't brave
enough for the adventure.

An artist's life was filled
with dangers and insecurities.

Science was safe.

- And here we are.

(tense music)

- This way.
- Right behind you.

- Stay here.

- [Marguerite] What is this place?

- [Malone] This looks
like it used to be a mine.

- Spanish, from the looks
of the support work.

Probably Conquistadors looking for gold.

- Gold?

(tense music)

- Must be 300, 400 years old.

- [Marguerite] I need more light.

- This looks like--
- It is.

It's incredible.

- All of it?

- The motherlode, gold.

- All clear.

- Let's get out of here.

(rumbling)
- What the hell's happening?

- Run!

This way.

(screaming)

- Run away!

(rocks crashing)

(screams)

- Malone, Challenger!

Can you hear me?

Marguerite?

(dark music)

Hello?

Are you alright?

(roaring)

- [Narrator] At the dawn of the century,

a band of adventurers set
out to prove the impossible,

the existence of a prehistoric world.

The visionary,

the heiress,

the hunter,

the scientist,

and the reporter,

all chasing the story of a lifetime.

Stranded in a savage land,

befriended by an untamed beauty.

Together, they fight to
survive in this amazing world

of lost civilizations,

and terrifying creatures.

(dramatic music)

Always searching for a
way home, a way out of

The Lost World.

(majestic music)

(roaring)

- Are you alright?

- Where' Marguerite?

- Oh, oh somebody get this off of me.

- You're in one piece?

- Just barely, what happened?

- Earthquake.

- Let me guess, we're trapped.

How much air?

- From the looks of
the size of our prison,

I'd say six or seven hours.

And that's without the torch.

- Great.

- Maybe five with the torch.

- [Marguerite] Challenger?

- [Challenger] It has to be unanimous.

- [Malone] I never did
like the dark very much.

(dark music)

(panting)

(aggressive shouting)

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

(primal yelling)

- Roxton!

Go for him!

(yelling)

- Hitting that spearhead
was the finest example

of marksmanship I have ever witnessed.

- I was aiming right between his eyes.

- We've got trouble.

- I hate rocks.

- It's no good, we should stop.

- What do you mean stop?

- There's at least a thousand
cubic yards of rock and dirt

between us and the entrance.

- So?

- We can't move it all.

- We can damn well try.

- Marguerite, the harder you
work, the more oxygen we use.

- You can do what you want.

- Veronica will bring the others.

- If she's not crushed by 10 ton of rock.

If the Vantus don't get her.

(chuckling)

You find this amusing?

- Sorry.

- No, no, no, no, I'd like to
find out what's so humorous

about suffocating in the dark?

- Gladys.

- I beg your pardon.

- The reason I'm here.

My publisher's daughter.

I asked her to marry me
and she said I wasn't

a big enough adventurer for her.

Her man would have to blaze
trails, or leave a mark.

The only mark I'm gonna
leave is a pile of bones

in this god-forsaken tomb.

- Nobody's dying in here, Malone.

Now get off your ass
and help me with this.

- He's right, Marguerite,
Challenger's right.

- Not by me he isn't.

- Then you will work harder
and die sooner, you all will.

Now rest, rest.

(rumbling)

- Is something wrong?

- No, I'm fine.

I just think it would be
better if I stayed here.

- At the tree house?

- Alone, waiting for the Vantus to return?

- Logically, I'd just slow you down.

- Logically, you'd be lunch, professor.

Grab your pack.

- I think not.

- Professor, please.

- Please don't ask me again, Veronica.

I'm not brave enough to decline twice.

- I'm asking you.

We're all in this together, Summerlee.

- [Challenger] Hail Mary.

- Just say something?

- I'm sorry.

- Really?

Sorry that we're all gonna die in here?

You're sorry that you
lost your chance at glory.

- That's enough.

- No, she's right.

It was my vanity that brought us here.

A quest for a scientific
triumph that has killed us.

- It's a little late for
Mea culpa, Challenger.

Challenger?

Challenger?

(rumbling)

- Let's stop here.
- No.

- We're losing light.

- We've got to continue.

Good lord, look.

- Well, we don't wanna run
into this fellow in the dark.

We'll make camp, continue at dawn.

- They mustn't die because of me.

- Well, don't flatter yourself, Summerlee,

stumbling through the jungle
at night is an easy way

to get killed.

- And we won't be saving
anyone if we're dead.

- First thing we need
to do is build a fire.

- No, not that, it'll smoke too much.

We don't want to advertise our location.

- Of course.

(growling)

- Let's get back to the fire.

(curious music)

- Roxton?
(gasps)

- I fell asleep.

- It's okay, it's good to
know you're human after all.

I'll keep watch.

- Two hours, no more.

(coughing)
(somber music)

- Still here.

- I'm not sorry for anything.

(mysterious music)

- God?

(suspenseful music)
(choral chanting)

- Heaven.

- I'm not so sure.

- Challenger?

(panting)

- Hey, take it easy, lad.

- Slowly, breathe slowly.

- Haven't we?

Oh my god.

- [Garza] Trespassers.

- There was an earthquake,
we were trapped, dying.

- How many more wait on the outside?

- Our friends will come to look for us,

if that's what you're talking about.

- We mean you no harm.

- In fact, we thank you,

all of you for saving our lives.

- Your lives are not yet your own.

- It's gonna be one of those days.

- Surely madam, there's
been some misunderstanding.

- No, our history is quite
clear, you are outsiders.

And outsiders bring death.

- [Guard] Move.

(tense music)

- We have got company.

- Vantu.

- Not that lucky.

- Raptors.

- Two, maybe three.

- Huh, what?

(ominous music)

(roaring)

- Talk about your rude awakening.

(squawking)

- So far so good.

- Yes, but let's not tempt
providence, shall we?

- Time to move.

- This is incredible.

These people living
underground for over 300 years.

- With a fortune in gold
and silver all around them.

- They don't seem to care about that.

- No accounting for taste.

I wonder what it would
take to mine all this.

- Getting out of here alive.

- Point taken.

Let's just hope Challenger
is a smooth talker.

- How can I convince you
that we're not a threat.

- That's what they said at first.

- They?
- The Conquistadors.

This is what they were after.

- Gold and silver.

- Blood.

The blood of my ancestors.

The invaders made us
slaves of their greed.

Forced my people to dig these mines.

- And used the profits to
finance their expedition.

- But the earth would not be robbed.

And the rock does not forget.

It struck back.
- How?

- With sickness and death.

Their bodies became covered in blisters,

twisted, and fevered agony.

- Smallpox.

- Some of my people managed to escape,

deep within these caves.

Soon, all the rest were dead.

- And you have lived
underground ever since?

- This is the way we stay safe.

No one ever leaves.

- You're making it hard to concentrate.

- The possibility of imminent death always

makes me restless.

What the hell is keeping Challenger?

Well, it's about time.

- Please, keep your distance.

- I beg your pardon?

- You're outsiders, you carry disease.

- Flattery will get you nowhere.

Well, what have we here.

Oh, it's nothing like a lovely Merlot.

Rich, full bouquet.

- It's only water.

- Then why is it red?

Take a look.

Grab his sword.

- [Malone] Well done.

- Now, our friend's gonna
show us the way out of here.

- In all the years, why
has no one here wanted

to explore beyond the caves?

- Our bodies have adapted
to this environment.

The healing springs sustains us.

Without it, we would wither and die.

Blinded by the harsh glare of your world.

- Garza, my world is not
so harsh as you imagine.

My friends and I have no
interest in your precious metals.

Your secret will be our secret.

You have saved our lives
once, you can do it again.

- [Garza] What is this?

- Come on, Challenger,
we're getting out of here.

- You damn fools.

- I only thought you'd be glad to see us.

- Where do you think you're going?

- As far away from here as possible.

- The rock knows your treachery.

It will not allow you to escape.

- Whatever you say.

Now.

- The rock knows.

- First stop here, I'll scout ahead.

- I'll stay here with him.

- I did suggest I might be a burden.

(groans)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- We've only got a few
minutes of light left.

- Could've sworn we've
been this way before.

- Nobody ever listens to me.

You take the left tunnel, I said, but no,

what did you two do?

- Okay, okay, you were
right, are you happy now?

- Looks like it's time
for another decision.

- Apparently, you're the expert.

- The right one.

(screams)

- Don't bother to run, there is no escape.

- You certainly picked a fine
time to start listening to me.

- The rock has returned you to us.

- Garza, please listen, we
have no designs on your riches.

- Your fate is not up to me.

- [Malone] Who then?

- One much wiser than I, the Oracle.

- The Oracle?

That's a person?

- The shining light, truth and wisdom.

He will determine your fate.

- Cannibals, eh?

My one consolation is
these tough old bones

will probably give them indigestion.

- We're not cooked yet, professor.

- Got any bright ideas,
now's the time to share them.

(grunting)

- Well, at least they
didn't kill us outright.

- Carry us on their
backs all the way home.

They might be wild, professor,
but they're not stupid.

- What does it matter, they
must all be dead by now.

(grunting)

- That's right, professor,
show them how the pipe works.

(screams)

(excited chatter)

- Terribly sorry, but I'm
afraid I'm out of tobacco.

- I'm not.

- But that's.
- Gunpowder.

- There you go, my friend,
you pack as much in there

as you can.

- Approach the throne and kneel.

(ominous music)

Will you tell the world about us?

Sell our survival for the
gold and precious stones

embedded in these cave walls?

- No, on my word I will not.

- He speaks the truth,
he will not betray us.

- You will answer the same question.

- I will not betray your people.

- This one is noble, a better
man than he knows he is.

He speaks the truth.

- Answer the question, woman.

- Do I want to go?

- I will not betray you.

(gasps)

- This one.
- What's the matter?

- This one lies.

She will betray us.

- Why you little pipsqueak.

- Silence, the Oracle has spoken.

You must all die.

- Yes, that's it.

- More.

You need more.

(grunting)

- Roxton?

- Thank you, Summerlee.

Good.

Enjoy the flavor.

(screaming)
(exciting music)

- Let him go.

- If he makes it back to their village,

he'll be back with reinforcements.

- There's no time.

If they aren't dead
yet, they soon will be.

- Who are you gonna believe,
me or that 12 year old troll?

Thanks for nothing.

- Do you hear that?

Now listen.

- Excuse me, we just have
been sentenced to death.

- Did you feel that?

- No.

(rumbling)

That one I felt.

- Another earthquake?

Have you lost your mind?

- I hope so.

- What the hell are you doing?

- You feel that?
- Warm.

- And that?
- Hot.

- Am I missing something?

- Live volcano.

- You can't be serious.

- I'm afraid so, and we're
sitting right on top of it.

- It is time.

- Wait, I must talk to Garza.

- Oh, you will, she is your executioner.

- Men say strange things when
they're faced with death.

- It's not just my life,
all the lives of my friends.

Your whole world is in danger.

Let me talk to the Oracle
and if he truly is as wise

as you say, then he
will confirm my warning.

Time is running out for all of us.

- You heard his claims, Oracle.

- How much time before this happens?

- I don't know, hours,
minutes, I can't be certain.

- Never?

- It's possible but remote.

- Approach and kneel.

(ominous music)

(screams)

- What is it?

- He lies.

- No.

- He wants to destroy us all.

- [Challenger] I am telling the truth.

- The execution will
take place as planned.

- Why are you doing
this, you know it's true.

- [Sentry] Come with me.

- I am not lying, this
is death for all of us.

- Come on.

- That's it, my last charge.

- I believe I'm just
about done here as well.

- This is enough left for the fuse line.

- Let's do it.

(suspenseful music)

- I assume you know what you're doing.

- My father once had a saying, professor,

"Never assume anything."

- You mean you never--

- Blown up a hillside,
first time for everything.

- But my dear boy, the whole
hillside could collapse,

we could be killing them.

- Let's hope there's still
something to be worried about.

(choral chanting)

- Look, even the stream's
heating up, it's boiling.

I'm right, I know I am.

Garza, you don't have to do this.

- The poisoned mushrooms are quick.

There will be no pain.

- How comforting.

- You're murdering us
on the word of a child.

- He is the Oracle.

- He is a boy.

Now look at me.

Do you believe I lied to you?

- Take the mushrooms.

- Feel the walls around us,
the steam rising, fish dying.

All the signs are here.

- Why would the Oracle lie to us?

- Maybe he's afraid.

- Yes, of course.

If you left these caves, you wouldn't

be the Oracle any longer.

Just a blind child in a world of light.

- Is this true, Oracle is this true?

(rumbling)

- Another earthquake.

- Maybe it'll shake some
off the rocks loose.

- With our luck, I don't think so.

Find some cover.

Let's hope this works.

(tense music)

(shouting)

Company.

(exciting percussion music)

- Professor, the fuse.

(rumbling)
(screaming)

- [Challenger] We must get
them all out of here, now.

- The entrance is blocked by the cave-in.

There is no way out.

- Maybe we can dig through it.
- There's no time.

- It's our only chance,
get a team together.

- No, the Oracle was right.

We'd never survive in the outside.

- They're certainly
not gonna survive here.

- Their lives, Challenger, their choice.

Not mine, however, now show
us the way out of here.

- This way.

(dramatic music)
(screaming)

- Well, I guess we did it,
for better or for worse.

- Daylight.
- Come on.

(screaming)

- Garza, come with us.

- The rock will protect us.

- Challenger, hurry up.

- Any chance of a hand over here?

- I should've know it'd
take more than a few rocks

to kill you off.

- Bite your tongue.

- [Malone] It's a
volcano, it's gonna blow.

- [Challenger] Quickly, everyone!

(dramatic music)
(rumbling)

- [Challenger] My god, you did it.

- Did what?

- The explosions redirected the lava flow

away from the entrance to the cave.

They're safe.

Garza, they're all safe.

(gloomy music)

(choral chanting)

- And that's when you
and the dynamite came in.

- You know, Challenger, oxygen deprivation

can do strange things to the brain.

- I beg your pardon.

- Impair your faculties, induce
all sorts of hallucinations.

- Are you suggesting I dreamt it?

- That we all dreamt it?

- Just listen to how it sounds.

An underground culture of cave-dwellers

singing Gregorian chants, walls streaked

with silver and gold, a
blind boy who can read minds.

I mean, really.

- You were trapped for a long time.

- That's right, completely
isolated from everyone

and everything.

- You know what, Challenger,
come to think of it,

they may be right.

- I guess it does sound
pretty unbelievable.

- Very well then, a dream it is.

(high-pitched chanting)

(majestic music)

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