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(solemn music)

- Left.

Move it to the left.

The other left, Roxton.

- As you command, Your Majesty.

- Take this down.

- Anytime, Marguerite.

- You know, if Challenger
wanted us to map this valley,

he should have given us
instruments that work.

- I've never seen a
compass do that before.

- Oh come on, what's wrong this time?

(woman screaming)

(dramatic music)

All right, you're safe!

Hey, we won't hurt you!

(woman screaming)

(hand slaps)

Well done, Marguerite.

- Someone had to take control.

- Hey, hey.

(solemn music)

She's dead.

- I didn't hit her that hard.

- There isn't a mark on her.

- She was running away from something.

She's afraid of something.

- Do you think she died of fright?

- No.

(thunder roars)
(dramatic music)

- Oh!

(thunder cracks)

- What the hell?

(eerie music)

(thunder cracks)

- What is that?

(lightning buzzes)

Roxton, what is going on?

That is more than just a storm.

(thunder crackles)

- The dead shall live.

The living die.

Beware the living stone.

(thunder roars)

- Any explanations?

- No animal makes a sound like that.

- What else could it be?

- Now is not the time to find out.

- Come on, Malone, let's get our gear.

- We can't leave her.

- She's dead, we're not.
- Yet.

- [Narrator] At the dawn
of the last century,

a band of explorers searched
for a prehistoric world,

driven by ambition,

secret desires,

a thirst for adventure

and seeking the ultimate story.

They are befriended by an untamed beauty,

(gun fires)
(John screams)

stranded in a strange and savage land.

Each day is a desperate
search for a way out

of the Lost World.

(intense music)

(gun fires)

(dinosaur roars)

(intense music)

(horse neighs)

(intense music)

(dinosaur roars)

(intense music)

(thunder cracking)

- [John] This way.

(dramatic music)

- [Marguerite] (groans)
What happened to the path?

- It got dark so fast we
must have got turned around.

- Well, whatever that is,

we don't want it catching up with us.

- Oh Marguerite, it's just the wind.

We're caught in a bad tropical
thunderstorm, and that's all.

- No, John, that's not all.

(Marguerite grunts)

- And the northernmost
mountain peak is 80 degrees.

- 80 degrees.
(thunder rumbles)

- Was that thunder?

- No storm clouds.

- Another day in paradise, eh?

You know, even Marguerite
wouldn't be in a hurry

to get off the plateau
on a day like today.

- [Marguerite] (screams)
Get me out of here!

(John grunts)

- [John] I've got you.

(Marguerite grunts)

(intense music)

- They're gone.

- Maybe.

Maybe they were never there,

some trick of the lightning.

- John.

- Through here.

- Good enough for me.

(thunder rumbling)

- That does sound like thunder.

- According to this,

we are in the middle of a
severe geomagnetic storm,

thunderstorms all around us.

- But it's a perfect day.

(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic music)

- [Ned] Everyone sees that, right?

It's not just me.

- Oh it's there, and
it's just what we need.

(thunder cracks)

- Wait, wait!

- We're going to barricade ourselves in

and whatever's chasing us out.

- No, we're not going near that place.

- [John] Wait.

- A medieval castle?

Doesn't that seem a touch
unusual, even for here?

- I don't know.

An eccentric millionaire
wants his own kingdom,

moves an old castle stone by stone.

- Try stone by living
stone, as in beware of.

(dramatic music)

- Come on!
(Marguerite screams)

Hey!

And again!

- [Ned] (grunts) It's locked or jammed.

(voices wailing)

- Oh my God.

They almost sound like people crying.

(voices wailing)

- The door!

(Ned and John grunt)

- Do you think they're still out there?

- You want to open it to have a look?

- Well, now you put it that way, no.

(voices wailing)

(eerie music)

(thunder cracks)

(Marguerite gasps)

(Marguerite sighs)

- (laughs) If this were my castle,

I'd fire the housekeeping staff.

(thunder cracks)

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

(thunder cracks)

We should look for anything that burns.

- Whoever owns this place

might not appreciate us torching it.

- Well, whoever owns this
place should have lit a fire

before inviting us in here.

- We weren't invited, Marguerite.

(thunder cracks)

The place is deserted.

- Hello!

Anybody home?

Roxton.

(thunder rumbles)

- John, wait.

That woman was running
away from somewhere.

She was afraid of something.

- Let's ask old stone face.

(thunder crackles)
(ominous music)

- He reminds me of my
first husband (chuckles).

Or was it my third?

- Would you look at this?

In the penny dreadfuls this is the kind

of thing the hero always finds.

- Penny dreadfuls?

- Lurid little books for untrained minds.

- Full of grand adventure

(stone clatters)

and secret passages.

(solemn music)

- You're going in there, aren't you?

- Well, don't let me stand in
the way of grand adventure.

- Right, what's a castle
without a secret passage,

a dark, narrow, full of cobwebs passage?

- All right, Malone that's far enough.

It's safer if we all stay together.

(stone clatters)

Malone?

- Malone!

- I'm all right, I'm all right.

- What's happening?

- There seems to be a draft in here.

My torch went out.

There's a set of stairs in here.

I'm gonna see if I can find out

where the draft is coming from.

- Malone?

Malone?

The boy needs a leash.

- He's not the only one.

(thunder cracks)

He was heading in this direction.

- Malone!

(thunder cracks)

Wait here.

- I will not!

- Marguerite, you're
freezing and so is the wind.

I'm trying to save you from a nasty cold.

- Do I look like I need saving?

- As a matter of fact, you do.

(thunder cracks)
(door squeals)

- Roxton, Roxton!

- Don't panic, I'm still here.

Can you open the door from your side?

- Not without a crowbar.

- Well, stay put.

I'll find another way around.

(thunder cracks)

- What are you staring at?

- Hello!

(door creaks)

Anybody in there?

Whoa.

(John chuckles)

Now this is more like it.

(suspenseful music)

(glass clinks)

(John sniffs)

Ah Amontillado.

(liquor patters)
(ominous music)

(John sighs)

(ominous music)

Hmm, a trifle gaudy, but dry.

(thunder crackles)

- Roxton?

(suspenseful music)

Malone?

(thunder cracks)

(Marguerite gasps)

My, my, my, my.

(suspenseful music)

Anybody home?

Other than you.

Oh please, please, please be hot.

(ominous music)

I command you not to peek.

(grate thuds)
(Ned grunts)

- Okay.

(Ned grunts)

Marguerite?

Roxton?

(dramatic music)

(stone clatters)

(ominous music)

Roxton.

What's he doing?

Roxton.

Roxton, over here!

(suspenseful music)

That's strange.

(suspenseful music)

Well, they're dry.

With my luck today, they won't fit.

(sword clangs)
(dramatic music)

That's right,

enjoy yourself while you
can, my Comtesse Ariane.

- (chuckles) How lovely.

(speaks in foreign language)

"By the words of the dark lady
shall the stone be quickened.

"By the words of the Mage
shall the stone be stilled."

As in transformed, transfigured,

alive?

Hmm.

(Marguerite sighs)

(ominous music)

(speaks in foreign language)

(Marguerite chuckles)

Not much longer now.

(ominous music)

- Well, something must have happened.

Why else would they leave their equipment?

- There's no sign anyone else was here,

not even animal tracks.

- Well, now that's odd.

This compass, it's spinning too.

(thunder crackles)

(voices wailing)

Run!

Run!

- [John] My beloved, where are you?

- Valois.

- Ariane!

(John grunting)

Oh Ariane, where is my Comtesse Ariane?

My beloved, where are you?

- Ariane is mine, you swaggering lout.

(John grunting)

- [John] Ariane!

- Fear not, Valois,

your suffering will soon be at an end.

- Oh Ariane, bestow a single smile upon me

and forever sooth my fevered heart.

- Valois!

Why would the Comtesse waste
her favors on a coward,

especially one so old?

- D'Argent, D'Argent (snickers),

did someone turn over a rock

and disturb you from your sleep?

- These peacock trappings
cannot disguise your age.

- The Comtesse is beyond the grasp

of a callow, untested youth.

- Ariane has often delighted in my grasp.

- In your dreams and her nightmares.

- Am I interrupting?

(thunder cracks)

Stand down.

This is no time for discord.

- [Ned] I am at your command, milady.

- Give your orders.

and I will follow you anywhere.

- Even into the mouth of hell itself.

- Then prepare yourselves,

for this is the night

of our salvation.

(thunder crackling)
(rain pattering)

- Challenger, listen!

- The wailing stopped.

- Do you think that's what
made the others run off?

- Well, let's hope it is that simple.

(voices wailing)

On the other hand,

those apparitions, I find
extremely convincing.

(Veronica yells)

- As captain of your guard,
the first dance is mine.

- At your command, I will settle
this on the field of honor,

that is, if Valois has any.

(Marguerite laughs)

- There shall be no duel,

until I say so.

Now for the first dance,

I choose

D'Argent.
(thunder cracks)

But for the last dance,

shall I prefer the vigor of youth or

the sure hand of maturity?

(thunder roars)
(gentle music)

(intense music)

(thunder crackling)

- Keep running!

- No, no, as long as we keep
going in the right direction,

those things won't come any closer.

- That's ridiculous.

- Even so, I think we've arrived

at our intended destination.

(voices wail)

(intense music)

- You insolent pup!

(Marguerite pants)

- I will endure your insults no longer.

- You can count on that, sir.

- Valois, D'Argent,

can a single kiss ignite such passion?

(solemn music)

(Marguerite grunts)

Or is it the promise made by the kiss

that heats your blood to boiling?

(solemn music)

(Marguerite sighs)

How shall my heart reward the love

of two such formidable suitors?

Of course,

if there were but one of
you to claim his prize...

(men grunt)
(swords clang)

(voices wailing)

- [Veronica] Close it!

(George sighs)

- You're safe.

- Not to mention badly dressed.

- Why wouldn't we be safe?

Isn't that why you risked your lives

to pass through the hordes of
plague ridden peasants wailing

at my castle walls, to be safe

for all time?

- Peasants, Marguerite?

- Do not interrupt me
again, good Prospero.

Midnight is almost upon us.

And now you have arrived.

You may cast your final spell

and salvation will be ours.

(thunder crackles)
(solemn music)

- Look, Marguerite, this isn't the time

for playing dress up.
- D'Argent!

- Whatever your game is,
this is going too far.

- Captain Valois.

- Malone, you can't fight me and win.

- I don't need to fight you.

I need merely kill you.

(dramatic music)

(George and John grunting)

- Roxton, Marguerite, Malone,

don't you recognize us?

- Yes, of course,

but what's come over you?

(Veronica grunts)
(sword clatters)

- Challenger, run!

- Valois!

Wait!

My alchemist knows the
way to his workshop,

and he has a great deal of work to finish

before he can fulfill his promise to me,

to all of us.

And dear, dear cousin Sophie,

late, as usual,

and so unfashionable.

Come, let me help you into
something more suitable.

- [Veronica] Malone.

(solemn music)

(thunder cracks)

- Why did Marguerite
call him Captain Valois?

(thunder cracks)

Roxton's uniform.

Malone's sword.

Oh my...

- I am truly honored, Countess.

- As you should be.

D'Argent awaits you.

- D'Argent is a child.

(Marguerite laughs)

- No longer.

- Do you expect me to
welcome your castoffs?

- Castoffs?

Graduates, expertly trained,

and I would be most distressed

if my generosity were declined.

- Then let the festivities begin

and may midnight bring an end

to all our troubles.

(ominous music)

(door clacks)

- Whoever or whatever

(door clacks)

you are, you've led my
friends and me this far.

(door clacks)

Which door did you have in mind?

(lock clicks)
(door creaks)

Now let's see how far this game can go

if one of the pawns refuses to--

(metal clatters)

Oh yes, very clever,

but you still can't force me--

(metal clatters)

It appears this is a game that
must be played to the end.

(thunder cracks)

(suspenseful music)

(George sighs)

Three agents of the five elements,

animal humerus (gasps),

it's a waiting crystal,

a somatic wand.

(George laughs)

(gentle music)

- You're in remarkably good
spirits Captain, considering.

- Considering what, milady?

- That my dear cousin has
chosen her new consort,

and he is not you.

(Marguerite laughs)

- (scoffs) Your disappointment
is misplaced, sir.

- And why is that?

- Should Ariane expire
without husband or child,

then I am next in line.

- You would share her
land and wealth with me?

- It would be mine to share,

and more.

- Then before midnight chimes,

the Comtesse and her base lover will die.

(both laugh)

- Don't they make a lovely couple?

- Destined to be together in eternity

if it be your wish, my Comtesse.

- Did you try to escape, too, my friend?

(dramatic music)

Sorry, wrong player, if you
expect me to translate this.

That's Marguerite specialty, not mine.

(torches whoosh)

(ominous music)

Oh, so it's my turn now, is it?

Roxton is Valois and
me as this poor devil,

each of us assigned our roles.

I can read this.

(speaks in foreign language)

"By the words of the dark lady
shall the stone be quickened.

"By the words of the Mage
shall the stone be stilled."

It's this robe, my costume
for the play, but why?

What happened here, and who are,

who are you?

"The Testament of Prospero,

"Mage to the Comtesse Ariane in the year

"of the plague of London, 1495."

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- You're in remarkable good spirits,

considering.

- Considering?

- That the Comtesse has
chosen her new consort,

and he is not you.

(gentle music)

- Sophie is plotting against you now.

- She's been taught by an expert.

- Do you think I wish to lose you

to win that boy D'Argent?

- I think you wish to lose
nothing and win everything.

- Then tell me, my Captain,

do you see yourself on the winning side?

- Always.

- The Comtesse sealed the castle,

leaving her peasants
outside to die horrendously

as the plague spread amongst them.

But she was too late,

the disease had already spread inside,

driving her nobles mad.

Her only hope was you,

you, Prospero, her mage.

At her command, you cast a spell hoping

to transport the castle
away from the plague.

But you cast the wrong spell.

Instead, you gave life to
the castle stones themselves

and now, they feed on any
living souls trapped inside

until all die, and it's
time to find new victims.

(voices wailing)

- Those peasants are truly
beginning to annoy me.

If they're going to die why
won't they just die quickly

so that we can have some peace?

- Their cries will end soon enough.

- I no longer even hear them.

- I suppose I shouldn't be so selfish.

After all, how would we
survive without peasants?

- The world is full of them.

Wherever Prospero transports this castle,

there will be peasants enough.

To clever, clever Prospero

and salvation for those
who deserve it most.

- Salvation.

- Salvation.

- And an end

to all our troubles.

(Marguerite chuckles)

(solemn music)

(thunder cracks)

- I'm sorry, my friends.

If the answers there,
then I can't find it.

The words of the Mage,

Yes, yes, I understand that the words

of the Mage will take the
life out of the stones,

but which words?

The Testament of Prospero, this book,

these are the words of the Mage.

"By this book can the stones be stilled."

All I have to do...

No, no, the costume is how the
castle inserts its influence,

and I will not relive that charade.

The castle can't do anything about--

(door creaks)

- It is time to cast your spell Prospero.

Deliver us from evil forever and ever,

just as you did 400 years ago.

(dramatic music)

- And you believe yourself
to be the Comtesse Ariane?

- Who else?

- Miss Marguerite Krux.

- A commoner, how absurd?

- The real Comtesse is dead.

The castle stones are the only
things living around here,

somehow connected to you.

- What a ridiculous conceit.

- Prospero cast his spell hoping

to transport the castle away
from the plague, but he failed.

- It is you who must cast
the spell to move the castle,

tonight, at midnight.

- No.

Every time the castle reappears,

it needs new victims to
play its deadly game.

(ominous music)

That gargoyle just moved.

- What do you expect

from living stone?

(dramatic music)

(gargoyle screeches)

- I just need a few moments to prepare.

(solemn music)

(door clacks)

(gentle music)

- See something you like?

- Not yet, but I am willing
to conduct a thorough search.

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

- May I request this dance, Comtesse?

- Alas, Prospero is on his way,

and I have promised my last dance to.

- Lady Sophie will give
Valois his last dance.

- Then your last shall be mine,

my dear, dear D'Argent.

(gentle music)

(bell chimes)

(dramatic music)

Prospero!

It is midnight, cast your spell.

- As you command,

Comtesse!

- Take us from this land
of death and madness,

or I shall work some magic of my own.

- That won't be necessary.

Clothes maketh the man.

(speaks in foreign language)

(George yells)

(gargoyle roars)

I read the words of the Mage.

The magic of the book was supposed

to turn the gargoyle back to stone.

(gargoyle roars)

- Valois.

(sword clangs)

- Roxton.

(John and George grunt)

For heaven sake, man, help me.

(sword clatters)
(John grunts)

- Challenger?

- I have no time to explain.

Get the clothes off all of them now.

- Roxton?

Valois's a spy.

(dramatic music)

- Challenger?

(Veronica yells)

- [George] Look out!

(Veronica yells)

- Kill them all.

(gargoyle screeches)

- Challenger!

(gargoyle screeching)

- What the hell is that?

(Marguerite yells)

I'd give my right arm
for a rifle (grunts).

(gargoyle roars)

- [George] They're not flesh and blood.

- Then how do we stop them?

- I thought the book was the
key, the words of the Mage.

(gargoyle squawks)

- Oh my God.

Everyone, down!

- Something's wrong with Marguerite.

- It's the locket.

- Ow, I'm freezing.

I'm...

(hand slaps)
(John grunts)

- Prospero's book had no magic on its own.

The power's in the locket.

It's the locket!

(thunder cracks)
(gargoyle roars)

- Look out!

(dramatic music)

(speaks in foreign language)

(gargoyle roars)

(George yells)

(George sighs)

- What a relief.

- Uh, uh, Marguerite,
you've got no clothes.

(quirky music)

- What have you done?

(John and Ned gasp)

(quirky music)

- Are you still there?

- We're here.

- But our clothes aren't.

- I'll, uh, I'll get your clothes.

It's good to see you back, though.

- Yeah, just make sure
that's all you do see.

(quirky music)

- [George] I believe that's everything.

- Thank you.

- I found them in scattered piles,

just a few hundred feet away.

- Like we never left this spot.

- Well, we are leaving right now.

I've had enough of Ariane and, well,

whoever the rest of you
were supposed to be.

- Do you think the castle's really gone,

or has it just gone somewhere else?

- Well, we stopped it from feeding.

Whether we've stopped it for
good only Prospero knows.

- What?

- Oh, I was just remembering

that delightful little mole
you have right by your--

- Stop there, right now.

- As you command, my Comtesse.

- Command, you want a command?

- I don't know if that's
physically possible,

certainly not ladylike.

(all laugh)

(dramatic music)

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