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(MultiCom Jingle)

(dramatic music)

(leaves rustling)

- [Male] I see something!

Over there!

(panting)

There he is!
- After him!

(hissing)

- He must be here, he
can't have disappeared!

Look through there!

- [Soldier] We'll find him Captain!

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- Oh...

- Hurry up, hurry up, I want him now!

- [Soldier] We'll hunt him
down, he can't hide forever!

(hissing)

(exotic birds singing)

(pleasant music)

- [John] Marguerite ?

- Thank you John.

- Tea Malone?
- Please.

- What are you writing?

- Uh, nothing very exciting.

Just trying to capture how
calm this place can be,

how serene in fact.

- With Challenger's recent improvements,

almost as comfortable as home.

- Ah yes, a veritable island of calm,

surrounded by a sea of great excitement.

- If not occasional waves of sheer terror!

- That's what makes
this moment of serenity

all the more precious.
(thumping)

(rustling)
(tense music)

- Uninvited guests, we spoke too soon.

- Pterodactyls?

- Malone!

- Who's there?
- Come out now!

- I'll see if I can get a
drop on him from the balcony!

(tense music)

(grunting)
(clattering)

(dramatic music)

(groaning)

Tribune!
(groaning)

- Sorry to drop in un-announced.

(hissing)

(dramatic music)
- 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 firing)

Stranded in a strange and savage land,

each day is a desperate
search for a way out,

of The Lost World!

(thrilling energetic music)

("The Lost World" opening theme music)

(gun firing)
(roaring)

(whooshing)

(roaring)

(pleasant music)
- I hope I'm not presuming

on your hospitality.

- Of course not, we were hoping
someone would just drop in.

- As always Marguerite, you're too kind.

- What do you want?
- I need your help.

- Of course you do.

- My life is in danger!

You're my only hope.
(dramatic music)

- This is the clearing.

On my signal you two, make
your way across the clearing.

If Tribune's here, you'll push him to us.

Then we'll finish him off.

- I am being hunted for sport.

Can you believe it?

- Perfectly.

Would you like me to explain?

- Why?
- It's a long story.

- We have all afternoon.

- Hmm, well, after our little adventure

with the plesiosaur, I
returned to the capital,

to find that the old
emperor, my mentor, had died.

- Your mentor?
- Hmm.

- Isn't he the one who banished you

to these outer territories?

(chuckling)
- That would be one

interpretation, yes, but the point is,

after he died his wife, his trophy wife,

seized the throne.

- She's the one who wants you killed.

- Centuria, yes.

She's made me the target of the game.

Whoever captures me, dead or alive, wins.

- Why didn't she just kill
you when she had the chance?

- Because this way,

she can humiliate Tribune first.

- I can understand her fearing
me as a political rival,

but to hunt me, for sport,

that's more than a lizard can bear.

- Well it's nice to know
you draw the line somewhere.

- Um, you know, killing is in our nature.

Pulling the wings off flies,
that's a human pursuit.

- (chuckles) Oh yes, of course it is.

- We don't have time to quibble.

The lizards will find the
tree-house, eventually.

- If you've led those lizards here...

(tense music)

- Where are Challenger and Veronica?

- They should be back by now.

(roaring)

(grunting)

- Are you all right?
- As soon as I get

my breath back!

Oh, that was close!
(snarling)

- If they ever show up here,

those lizards are bound
to be bad tempered.

- [Malone] Boosting the
power to the electric fence

should slow them down.

- Very impressive!
- Why are we helping Tribune?

- Good question!

If my experience is anything to go by,

Centuria deserves her revenge.

(hissing)
- You two saying we should

throw him out to be hunted like a fox?

- This isn't our fight.
(thumping)

(tense music)

- Think again Malone, it is now!

- Hey you up there!

Send down Tribune!

- Glad you could throw them
off the trail, Tribune.

- Give us the lizard, we
know you don't want him!

- Tribune's not here!
(shouting)

(zapping)
(screaming)

- Go ahead and get around that, you slugs!

- Can't you keep your big mouth shut?

(bolts whooshing)

(gun firing)
(bolts whooshing)

(gun firing)

Nice shot Marguerite!
- Take that, reptile!

(mumbling)
(gun firing)

- (mumbles) any more ammo!
(guns firing)

Ooh!
(thumping)

(clattering)

(grunting)
(hits thudding)

(screaming)

(hissing)

(exotic birds singing)

- You call that a game?
- We take our games

very seriously.
- Nothing like the imminent

possibility of death to focus the mind.

(roaring)

- (sighs) Well we could just wait and,

and maybe it'll leave
through boredom, or hunger.

- No telling how long that'll take.

- So stupid getting
separated from my rifle!

But I did have to use both
hands to examine the specimen.

- It's okay, I understand.
- Maybe you could kill it

with your knife?
(roaring)

- What if I miss?

Then we're stuck up here
with no weapon at all.

- I'm open to suggestions.

- He set us up again!

- Oh Marguerite, what are friends for?

- Go crawl back under whatever
rock it was you came from!

- Do try not to be so impetuous!

- Just go!
- Oh I wish

it were that simple!

But you must return with me.

- You're out of your mind!
- I should have thought

that were obvious.
- Why would we

go back with you?
- To defeat Centuria,

of course, since she now controls

the entire lizard's supply of gunpowder,

and you people are responsible!

Well after all it was Challenger
who divulged the formula.

- Oh how dare you blame Challenger!

- You made him give up the formula!

- So?

(hissing)

(dinosaur roaring)
(dinosaur snarling)

(pensive music)

- Pterodactyl nest.

(furtive music)

Let's hope there's at
least one egg in there.

- Let's hope momma stays out for a while.

Any luck?

(chuckling)

- Chow time.

(dinosaur snarling)

(grunting)
(thumping)

(snarling)

(grunting)
(thumping)

(snarling)

- It's working Veronica!

Come on, let's get out of here!

(dramatic music)

- You held us prisoner, remember?

And you forced Challenger
to give up the formula!

- And then you made up hundreds of pounds

of gunpowder, and trapped us
in that little ambush of yours

at the breach!
- Where Somerly disappeared!

- Details, details, we have a crises!

And the only question
here is whether or not

you people are going
to do the right thing!

Centuria's ambition knows no bounds,

and if we don't stop her she will enslave

this entire plateau!

- Isn't that what you
lizards always try to do?

- Frankly, Centuria's ambition
makes me look like a slacker!

- What are you proposing?

- Roxton don't encourage him!

- I knew you'd come through, Lord Roxton,

you're a man of honor!

- Don't press your luck!

(growling)
(dramatic music)

- We would rather not
hurt you Lord Roxton.

- How do you know my name?

- There are many things we know

care of Tribune's conversations
with the Empress Centuria.

- Captain Tark.

Oh this is Tark, Captain of
Centuria's Elite Palace Guard.

- The pleasure's all mine.

- Personally, I'm delighted
you eluded the hunting party.

- Surely you didn't come all this way

just to congratulate me, why are you here?

- The empress needs the human

who knows how to make gunpowder.

- Why?

Centuria's chemist
already has the formula.

- Yes, and he's taken it
to his grave with him.

- That's funny because the man

you're looking for isn't here (chuckles).

- I fail to see the humor in that.

- Oh Marguerite, such a clever ploy!

But you mustn't lie to
the good captain here.

You seek the legendary scientist?

Don't be shy, Professor Challenger!

- Wait...
(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- How could you?

- I had no choice, Marguerite.

- To go after Centuria
you put us all in danger.

- On the contrary, it was the only way

to save all our lives.

- Well I'm glad I could do my bit.

- The only thing keeping us alive now

is that Tark believes you know how

to make gunpowder (chuckles).

- And when he finds
out I'm not Challenger?

- If these troops ever
realize you're not Challenger,

we're dead.

(tense music)

(night animals hooting)

- What can you tell us
about this, Captain Tark,

what can we expect?
- No wait, I want to

hear more about Centuria!
- Marguerite!

Can we just stick to the point?

- Something smells funny here.

I can understand her feeling
threatened by Tribune,

but this definitely feels more personal.

So, were you friends?

- Friendship is not a
particularly lizard-like quality.

- That's right, the lone wolf.

- Although we are capable
of sharing a moment.

As you well remember.
- Back to Centuria.

- We share what you would call a past.

- Before she met the emperor?

- Hmm, I go off to defend
the outlying territories,

she becomes Empress, best thing that ever

happened to her, yet she
blames me, wants to punish me.

There are some things I
will never understand.

- Don't look at me.

There are some things we're
not meant to understand.

- Maybe she's just a little
insecure, she needs to

consolidate her power.

- There is nothing
insecure about Centuria.

She's positively ruthless
in pursuit of her wants.

- Then we really must escape out of here.

- Dawn will be the best time,

when lizards are not at their best.

(eerie tense music)

- [Victoria] Oh my god Challenger!

Malone, Marguerite, Roxton!

- Veronica, over here!

- What's a lizard doing
all the way out here?

- Nothing good I'll wager.

(dramatic music)

- Tribune?

- There were a lot of them.

- And a wagon.

- [Challenger] That doesn't look good,

we'd better go after them.

- I'll go on up and get more ammunition.

- [Soldier] Go on, on your feet!

- Captain Tark!

- Go see what she wants.

- Oh Captain Tark!

(grunting)
(thumping)

- What is it?
- Um, it's personal.

(groaning)

This is sort of embarrassing,

but, could you escort me
to those bushes over there?

- What?

Why?

- I really need to go.

I'm a little shy, all these men.

- Can't you just turn around?

- I wouldn't expect
someone as powerful as you

to understand this but,

it will only take a minute, I promise.

- This is ridiculous.
- I would be a fool

to try and escape from someone like you.

- All right.

But promise me you'll hurry.

- I promise captain.
(hissing)

- The rest of you, you stay back!

- Thank you.
(thumping)

(dramatic music)

(grunting)
(scuffling)

- [Soldier] Hurry!

(hits thudding)
(grunting)

Surround them!

(thumping)
- Get up!

- Put your weapons down!
- Shoot them!

- Fire and your captain's dead!

- Fire, that's an order!

- Hold your fire!

- You can kill me, but my men, (hisses),

will kill all of you!

- Not such a good idea,

when Centuria learns
you killed the only man

with the formula for gunpowder,

death will be the easy way out.

(hissing)

- What do you propose?

- Hand me the sword Roxton.

- If you insist.
- Here's the deal,

you pay attention!
- Because it's a

one time offer!

- We will accompany you
to the city, Captain Tark,

but not as prisoners, as emissaries,

going to Centuria voluntarily.

- And I will freely share all my knowledge

with the empress.

- Why should I trust you?

- Because you don't have a choice.

- And your way, we're all
dead out here in the open.

My way, you're still a hero.

We will walk into the city side by side,

and in case you have any doubts,

I will still have a knife in your back.

(Tribune laughing)

(Tark hissing)

(dramatic music)

(exotic birds singing)

- They slept here last night.

Six, maybe seven lizards.

- Our friends must be in the wagon.

Prison wagon no doubt.

- We have to catch them
before they reach the capital.

- How long do you reckon we've got?

- Not long enough.

(tense music)

- Why is he still alive?
- He managed to elude

the hunting party, I thought--

- Must I do everything myself?

Why are they not shackled?

- Because we are not prisoners.

(hissing)
We come willingly, Centuria.

- They speak!

Even when not spoken to.

- Well she, they, promised
that they would behave.

- And here we are, good as our word.

- Once Captain Tark informed me of

your little gunpowder situation,

I prevailed upon--
- I've had enough

of your help Tribune!

- Yes he can be so
tedious, don't you think?

Not that all men aren't,

it's that Tribune is so much more trying.

I brought him back as a gift to you.

Do what you want with him.

- Take him out, kill him.
- Well yes you could,

but that would be such a waste.

For all of his annoyance,
he is occasionally amusing,

even helpful.

He did get the famous
Professor Challenger to agree

to help rebuild your stocks of gunpowder.

- I thought you'd be older.
- That's what makes his

reputation all the more remarkable.

- Really, you over estimate me.

- And you think this entitles you

to the gift of your freedom?

- Oh an outright gift
seems overly generous.

But the chance for freedom,
that's interesting.

Why not make him a gladiator?

- Marguerite...
- Why not?

That way you'll provide
us with some amusement.

Guards, take Tribune to the arena!

- Sorry!
- Hmm, tricky...

- And show Professor
Challenger to the laboratory.

Whatever supplies you need
shall be brought to you.

- You know, this could take some time.

- Let's hope it doesn't take
too long, for your sake.

(tense music)

You will stay with me
in my imperial chambers.

There is much we can
learn from each other.

That leaves him.

- Empress.

- Lord Roxton is a great hunter.

- He is a brave and heroic warrior.

- He sounds like trouble, kill him!

- You can't kill him!
(dramatic music)

- In this city, I can do anything I want.

- Of course, all I meant was,

it would be such a waste again,

imagine a gladiator with
Lords Roxton's skills.

- He will live as long
as he wins in the arena.

(dramatic music)
- Take him away!

(tense music)

- Up you lazy bums!

Get out!

Keep coming, come on, get moving!

Choose your weapon, come on, out of there!

Move it, move it!

- Where did all these people come from?

- The lizards are misfits,

the humans, prisoners captured in battle,

slaves fighting for their freedom.

- Like him?
- Uh-huh.

- Shut up you two!

Take this!

(brooding music)

Tomorrow, the Empress
Centuria has decreed,

that the games will continue until

only one survivor's left!

And he will gain his freedom!

(cheering)

- Interesting.

- Professor?
- Fascinating.

- Professor Challenger?

- What is it, can't you see
I'm trying to concentrate?

- Oh yes yes, but the Empress Centuria

has demanded to see a demonstration
by the end of the day.

- Really?
- Well yes,

those were her orders.

- Sometimes these things,

take their own sweet
time, you tell her that.

- Well she won't like it!

- You can't just schedule
science like a railroad.

- Can I tell her that
we're, ordering supplies?

- Tell her anything you wish.

- Oh good, good good good,

what supplies will you need sir?

- Dammit man...

Sulfur!
- Oh yes.

- Charcoal!
- Oh yes yes yes!

- And you know, supplies!

- Right, yes.

Good, supplies, yes yes yes.

(tense music)
(exotic birds singing)

- We'll have a better chance after dark.

Till then we better stay out of sight.

(gladiators shouting)
- Hmm, I predict,

this will be the start of
a wonderful friendship.

- I'd like that.

You've done very well for yourself,

I know how hard it can
be for a woman in power.

- With you at my right hand,

there are no limits to
what I could achieve.

- That's true.
- Hmm, the things we

could share, once I have
the professor's formula.

- Challenger says these things take time.

Science is unpredictable.

- Oh, you're too soft.

It's a human failing.

(cracking)
This coffee is cold

get another pot!

Your smile is most charming Marguerite,

but you must learn to
use the whip as well!

(weapons clanging)
(gladiators shouting)

(cracking)
(candle sizzling)

(tense music)
You've handled one before.

(scuffling)
(grunting)

Your friend is handsome
enough, for a human.

- Lord Roxton has many
attractive qualities.

- I thought this was practice.

He tried to kill me.

Why are they trying to kill each other?

- Not kill, simply trying
to injure their opponents.

Weaken them for tomorrow's games.

- Oh, charming.

- What's all this talking?

- We were discussing strategy.

- Strategy?

There's no strategy, when
you're opponent's down,

you finish him off!

(thumping)
(grunting)

- Right.

- Eh, it's a dog eat dog world.

(suspenseful music)

How very human of you Lord Roxton.

(soft popping)

- Uh, this is promising sir.

Sir--
- Grind some more charcoal.

- Right.

How long will it take to,

well, fine tune the experiment?

- As long as it takes.
- The empress insists

on seeing a demonstration tonight!

- Whatever.

- Very good sir.

- Wait a minute, potassium
nitrate, that's it!

The third ingredient, it
reacts with the oxygen,

which feeds the explosion!

It's a white powder.
- Oh yes, yes!

- Centuria wants a demonstration,

I'll give her a demonstration.

- Lord Roxton, you've
have shown us something

quite surprising by saving
the life of Tribune.

- I did?

What of it?
- Apparently without a

thought of the risk to yourself.

- Oh Lord Roxton is full of surprises.

- (sighs) As am I.

I'm curious to see if your
tactics work in combat.

- I can assure you from my
own experience, they do.

- Experience with humans.

I fear, in the heat of battle,

a lizard could easily forget his teammate,

so I have a plan, you and your teammate,

Tribune, will be chained together.

Your tactics will be put to a stern test.

Good luck.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

- What do you think that is?

(sniffing)
- Well judging by the smell,

it's a beer wagon.

Oh, we can't wait any longer.

We've gotta get the others.

- Well let's hope the
beer wagon doesn't prove

to be too popular.

(creaking)

- [Soldier] Come with me.

Hold the top one!

(grunting)
(thumping)

- Hey!
(grunting)

- Oh, Challenger I'd buy you a drink.

But we'd better get moving.

- But which way?
(grunting)

- [Trustee] Move along you worm!

Back to your dungeon!
(groaning)

- Dungeon, that sounds promising.

- Tomorrow you'll be fighting
for your empress's glory!

Get up you worthless dog!

(spitting)
(clanking)

- Roxton!

- How can you eat that slop?

- Big day tomorrow.

You'll need all your strength.

Teammate.

- Don't you start!
- Ooh!

- Roxton, is that you?
- Challenger!

What are you doing here?

- Where's Marguerite?
- Eh, doing just fine

as usual.
- That woman's resourcefulness

is an inspiration to us all!

- Oh it certainly gives us
something to think about.

- You all right?
- Yeah I'm doing fine,

but you need to find Malone!

- Where is he?
- Oh he's around

here somewhere.

Centuria thinks he's you Challenger,

expects him to make gunpowder.

- Gunpowder, well that
shouldn't be too difficult.

- Not for the real you.

- The empress is very interested
in your progress Professor.

- Well it's important to understand that

the success of the formula depends on the

purity and strength of the ingredients.

- Quit stalling.

- Why don't we see what you
can do, then we'll talk.

- Well I can't be sure of the quality

of the local ingredients.

These things take time.

- I don't want excuses, I want results.

- Very well then, here goes nothing.

(loud popping)

Ha, now we're getting somewhere!

- Make sure you're there by tomorrow.

After the gladiators, in my chambers.

Fail there and you'll
be disposed of (hisses).

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

- Roxton are you awake!

Roxton!

(mumbling)
(thudding)

- You're looking, well.

- Marvelous, I do love the uniform.

- Do you mind?

- Are you all right, have they fed you?

- Oh dinner was delicious!

- Oh Tribune!

We'd like a moment's privacy!

- Why this sudden outpouring of concern?

- Centuria has asked me to
be her strategic advisor.

- She promised that position to me!

(Tribune hissing)

- Well that was quick, even for you.

Surely you're not asking my permission?

- I--
- Why shouldn't Marguerite

save her own skin?

You truly amaze me you know,

do you have any human blood in you at all?

- It would put me in a position
to help you and Malone.

- Yes well you best do it
quickly, we can't wait too long.

(tense music)

- How are we ever gonna find Malone's lab?

- Shh!

- (sighs) Which way do you think it is?

- This way.
- Oh!

How do you know for sure?

- The faintest smell of burnt
sulfur, it's either Malone,

or the gateway to Hell.

(soft popping)
(clapping)

- Oh stop, stop, no no no,
you can't come in here!

- Challenger!
- Challenger?

(glass breaking)
(clattering)

(birds tweeting)
- Nighty night.

- Challenger, am I ever glad to see you!

- Aww, and what about me?

- And you of course!

But right now I need to
find out about gunpowder!

Centuria wants a
demonstration, in her chambers,

later this afternoon!

- Elementary my dear Malone.

It's a simple compound made
up of three ingredients,

sulfur, charcoal--
- And potassium nitrate,

I know that, but what
about the proportions?

- Oh well there's a sore
education in America these days.

The proportions are--
- But it's not that simple!

We can't just give Centuria the formula!

- Of course not!

Well don't worry, we'll cook up

a demonstration that will knock
her little webbed socks off.

(tense music)

(cheering)
(dramatic music)

- For your valor, I salute you!

- We who are about to die, salute you!

- Lord Roxton, I'm most eager

to see your strategy in action.

Let the combat commence.

- Gladiators!
- Going to be a long day.

(grunting)
(weapons clanging)

- [Trustee] Keep your shoes on!

Fight you mongrel dogs!

- Don't you just love this?

And all for our own private pleasure!

(weapons clanging)
(grunting)

- Come on Tribune!
(grunting)

(hits thudding)
(grunting)

(groaning)
(Centuria hissing)

(grunting)
(hits thudding)

- [Trustee] Finish them off!

(grunting)
(hits thudding)

- Well Lord Roxton, your
teamwork is very successful.

- Thank you.
- However,

it has given us a problem.

I promised to spare the
life of one gladiator,

but I have two victors.

- Centuria, this is no
time to quibble over words,

one, two--
- You two must fight

to the death.
- Centuria!

- One life is all I'm in the
mood to grant today, hmph!

- We fought as a team.

- We live or die as a team.

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

- Guards, hunt them down
like dogs and kill them!

- [Guard] After them, come on!

- Let's go see Challenger's
gunpowder test.

(tense dramatic music)
- Secure the gate!

(guards shouting)

(grunting)
(thudding)

- This way, we'll sneak
through the sewers,

get out of the city!

- No, I'm not going
without Malone, Marguerite,

or the others!

- You want to sneak back into the palace?

Well why didn't we just
let Centuria's guards

kill us in the arena?

(grunting)
(chain jingling)

How do you even know
Marguerite wants to leave?

- I'll take that chance.

(grunting)
(chain jingling)

Not feeling lucky, Tribune?

- You know sometimes Lord Roxton,

you presume on our friendship.

- Well?

- You will not be
disappointed today Empress.

- I sincerely hope not.

- Why don't I leave you here and lead

the guards in search of those
insubordinate gladiators?

- Leave that to the guards,
that's why we have them.

- You sure?

- Enjoy the show.

See how confident the professor is?

- Not only have I perfected the formula,

I've already begun production.

Watch.

(hissing popping)

- That's it, this is
the fearsome explosive?

- Well that was just a
the preliminary test,

to show you how sharp and
clean the gunpowder burns now.

- I don't want these pops
and farts, I want power!

- As you wish Empress.

(tense music)

- Well, where are they?

I thought you know how
this palace was laid out!

- The bitch redecorated!

(dramatic music)
(grunting)

(groaning)

Sorry.
- Come on.

- Now, Empress, Marguerite.

Get ready.

(suspenseful music)
(fuse hissing)

(Centuria hissing)

Run!
(dramatic music)

(explosion booming)
(screaming)

- This way!

(dramatic music)

- Come on Malone!

- We haven't got much
time before those guards--

- Veronica, Challenger,
what are you doing here?

- Saving Malone!
- Which is more than

you tried to do!
- Stop them Marguerite!

- Centuria!

(whip cracking)
- Traitor!

- Stay back!

We're leaving!
- Get up!

(whip cracking)
(dramatic music)

(grunting)
(hits thudding)

- See, two heads are better than one!

(grunting)
- I knew I should never

have trusted a weak-willed human!

- Roxton!

You wouldn't know this
Empress, but a lady always

leaves the dance with
the man who brought her!

(hissing)
- Everyone all right?

- We're fine!
- You okay Roxton?

- Yes.
- Can we leave the

welcome wagon until later,
let's get out of here!

- What about Centuria?

(Centuria hissing)
(tense music)

Humans!

(grunting)

- Trubune, after all
we've meant to each other!

- Ah, you look as
delicious as ever my love.

I shall savor every mouthful!

(Tribune hissing)

(screaming)
(crunching)

- Well that give new meaning to

the words good enough to eat.

(fuse hissing)
(dramatic music)

(explosion popping)

Thank you, Challenger.

- Yes, thank you.

Though I could have separated us.

- Oh really?
- Of course.

I would have chewed your hand off.

- Well thank you very much.

- Well it would have grown again.

- Afraid not.

- Really?
- Humans don't have the

ability to regenerate lost body parts.

- You have so many
evolutionary short-comings!

- Oh we're not without our advantages.

- Admit it, without
our help you'd still be

Centuria's prisoner.
- And now you have

your throne back.

- If I must, I must.

(clanking)
Be careful with those!

- [Servant] Our humble apologies sire.

- Sire!

- Besides, who else would have it?

Marguerite?
- Afraid not Tribune.

- Wise choice Marguerite,

lizards are too reptilian, even for you.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

- Yes, I think it will take,

someone like me, to control them.

- Which just leaves one question.

- Who will control you?

- Marguerite?

- Oh well, if I must, I must.

(regal music)
(whip cracking)

(Tribune hissing)

(chuckling)

(dramatic music)

("The Lost World" closing theme music)

(MultiCom Jingle)