All language subtitles for T.L.W.S03E22.Heart.of.the.Storm.WEB-DL.H264.AAC.SNAKE_track3_[eng]

(MultiCom Jingle)

(twinkling music)

- Hey, Challenger, where do you keep

the extra gunpowder?

- On the top shelf between
the nitroglycerin and...

what do you want gunpowder for?

- No reason.

I don't suppose you have any
detonator caps down there?

Primer cord?

Laser igniters?

- Laser igniters?

What on earth are you up to now?

- I was just sort of thinking,

the electric fence is pretty good--

- An electric fence in
the middle of a jungle,

made of copper, mined from
next to a T-Rex hatchery,

and powered by a handmade
windmill is pretty good.

- I guess, but I was thinking
if we added a minefield to--

- A minefield?

In two days' time we will
be in a balloon flying home.

- Come on, how many times

have you guys tried to leave already?

- Personally, I've lost track.

- It's become a way of life.

- So, how come you think
we're gonna make it this time?

- Young lady, let me give
you a brief introduction

to the basics of modern meteorology.

- George!

No time for lectures.

That balloon will not load itself.

- Finn, I think what George
was trying to explain is, well,

once a year, the winds
that circle this plateau,

they change direction.

And once a year, when the skies are clear,

well, we get to fly home.

- Try to fly home, you mean.

I mean, why risk it?

Do you guys know how
good you've got it here?

- I certainly do.

- Veronica, you know full
well that the first thing

we'll do when we get back to London

is mount a return
expedition to the plateau.

We will not forget you.

- Or Malone.

- Or Summerlee.

- That's what Malone
said to me in his letter.

No matter where our journeys take us,

I know we'll always be together, somehow.

- Okay, these guys are loading the balloon

and I don't have anything to pack,

so let's go check out that T-Rex hatchery

before somebody starts crying.

(somber music)

So, you and Malone really were,

I don't know, meant to be together?

- It's just what you
said about living here.

I didn't know what I had until--

- Until you didn't have it anymore.

- I told Ned we could be friends.

What was I thinking!?

- If Malone were here right now,

do you think he'd still
hop on that balloon

and head back to London?

- Well, he stayed behind the
first time they tried to leave,

but if he were still here,
I think I'd go with him,

just for a visit.

- I get ya.

It's like part of me wants
to see what the world's like

in the 20th century.

You know, all the cities and the people,

before it all gets blown up in my time.

But another part of me
doesn't wanna leave.

Especially you, V.

(creature howls)

- I'm gonna miss you, too, Finn.

- Do you think that makes
us like sisters, maybe?

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- And who knows what it
makes the other guys.

- Family.

- Finn's family.

I like the sound of that.

You know everything about this place.

What's that?

- I don't know, never
seen anything like it.

(eerie music)

- Maybe it's like some kind
of a mirage or something?

Challenger would love it.

- Oh.

New Amazonia?

- Oh, puke!

V, this is where I came from.

- We're in the future?

(engine rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

- And we're not alone!

- Over there!
- Run!

- (laughs) Don't let 'em get away!

Ha ha!

Woohoo!

Keep runnin', girls! (laughs)

- [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.

Stranded in a strange and savage land,

each day is a desperate
search for a way out

of the Lost World.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(guns firing)

(explosion booms)

(dinosaur roars)

(suspenseful music)

- What is that thing?

- Slaver's car!

If they catch us

they'll take us to the oilfields.

(eerie music)

- Are we back?

(ominous music)

We're back.

(dinosaur roars)

- Well, how are you, Arthur?

How's my favorite beetle today?

Good gravity, you are putting on weight.

No more tidbits for you, old son.

Oh, I wouldn't even bother with that.

We're considerably overweight

as it is.

- I'm sure we can find
something less important

to jettison, a dinosaur egg or two,

an extra rifle perhaps.

- Uh-huh.
- Roxton!

- Oh, Marguerite, it's
not as if you have to

smuggle it through customs.

(John laughs)

- You pack your valuables,
I will pack mine.

- I take it you found the T-Rex hatchery?

- That was the easy part!

- Challenger, there was this

strange rippling thing,
and for a couple of seconds

we were in New Amazonia.

- In the future you mean?

In the year 2033?

- Sure looked like my time.

Sounded like it, too.

- But you returned with no ill effects?

- Other than my ears are still ringing.

I never knew automobiles could be so loud.

- This is most curious.

I believe you experienced an aftershock,

a secondary tremor of
the temporal dislocation

created by my teletransportation machine

when it took us all to Finn's era.

- Oh, is that all? (chuckles)

- Another day, another mystery.

At least the rubber tree grove

is well away from the hatchery, huh?

- Rubber tree grove?

No, no, no.

The balloon is repaired.

We don't need any more rubber.

- No, no, Marguerite, Roxton's right.

We should have emergency supplies.

Well, we don't want to get off the plateau

only to find ourselves stranded

in the middle of the Amazonian
rainforest, now do we?

(mystical music)

- Whoa.

Challenger, what are you
feeding that bug, lead?

- Two mysteries in one day.

England is going to feel
quite dull when we get back.

- [Marguerite] Do you think we'll finally

make it home this year?

- I don't know if I really want to.

I think I'll miss this place,

including the times we've spent together.

- This stuff smells awful.

- Try not to get it on your hands,

or you clothes for that matter.

You'll never get it off.

- [Marguerite] Never?

- Not without some serious scrubbing.

Which, of course, I
wouldn't mind administering.

- Are you offering to
launder my clothes for me?

- Certainly, anything
to get you out of them.

- I think you're getting
rather too bold, Lord Roxton.

Best keep your mind on the job at hand.

- Come on, there you go again.

You, see it feels like you're
always pulling away from me.

- I'm right here beside you.

- Oh come on, you can't deny it.

It's no time for late night coffee.

Talking about trivia instead
of addressing the issues.

And not looking me in the eye

during conversations like this.

- I am just preoccupied
with all of the loose ends

I'll have to cope with if we
do make it back to England.

- Well, we can deal with those together

just as we've supported one
another here on the plateau.

- My life back home is very complicated.

- Well, from what you've
told me, I'm sure it is.

That's the difference, don't you see?

You have told me.

I know quite a lot about
your complicated life,

including the fact you
may be the reincarnation

of a Druid priestess.

- Oh, I still don't believe that one.

- Then how do you explain the birthmark

on your shoulder blade?

It's exactly the same as the one

we found on that mummified body.

- Okay!

You don't need to remind me.

I was the one who found it.

- So, if you don't
believe in coincidences,

what rational explanation
do you have for it?

- Now you're sounding like Challenger,

as convinced as he is that everything here

has one simple explanation.

- Sounds reasonable to me.

- I think that the mysteries
of this plateau are neverending

and it would take a library full of books

to explain them all.

(ominous music)

- Easy enough to replace
when I get back to London.

This barometer could be helpful
in determining altitude.

Well, that's odd.

- What's odd?

- The air pressure was rising this morning

as I fully expected.

- Rising, that's a good thing?

- Oh yes.

It means the local winds will
blow us away from the plateau,

but now the pressure is dropping.

- And dropping is a bad thing?

- Yes, if the barometric
pressure continues to drop,

the winds will blow into the plateau.

- So, we won't be flying outta here today?

- Well, scientific instruments can always

give faulty readings, Finn.

I'll crosscheck it with the
altimeter in the balloon.

- Sure, why not?

- How's Veronica?

- Mm, she's all right.

But that car that chased
us really got to her.

- I'm not surprised.

She has never seen an automobile before.

- It's gotta be weird.

I mean, growing up here,
and knowing all about

the outside world but never seeing it.

- Now I guess she never will.

- V told me that if Malone were still here

she'd probably go back
with him for a visit.

- Oh, I don't think Veronica
can leave the plateau.

- Why not?

- You saw what happened that
day at her father's grave.

Veronica is next in line
to succeed her mother

as protector of the plateau.

- But she doesn't even
know what that means.

You're the science guy,
do you really believe

all this stuff about her mom

being in someplace called Avalon?

- Stranger things have
happened, especially here.

- Strange things and strange people.

(ominous music)

- Are you sure we can carry all of that?

- Unless you wanna make two trips.

- I'd rather not make any trips.

Here. Ready?

- Whenever you are.

(eerie music)

- [Marguerite] What is that?

- [John] It's New Amazonia.

- The ugliest city I've ever seen

and never wanted to see again.

- Just like Veronica and Finn said.

- What was Challenger's
explanation for this?

- Where did it go?

- Back to wherever it came from, I hope.

(eerie music)

- Now where are we?

- The witch's castle.

- Is it over?

- It must have been some
sort of optical illusion.

- Well, that puts us in
three different places

at the same time.

- Let's get back to the tree house.

- [Marguerite] Yeah.

(ominous music)

- If only you could hatch.

Raptors at the London Zoo.

(chuckles) There's a recipe for disaster.

The barometric pressure is still falling.

According to that, we
should be in the middle

of a brewing storm.

There's not a breath of wind.

The sky is...

(eerie music)

Hello.

What a remarkable atmospheric anomaly.

Perhaps that's the same phenomenon

that Veronica and Finn encountered.

(light orchestral music)

- This is it.

I found it.

I found it.

- Great Caesar's ghost.

- You are William Maplewhite.

(mystical music)

- Have we met?

- In a manner of speaking.

I watched you die before
my eyes three years ago.

(dramatic music)

So, after you stumbled
into that native village,

my guides brought me to you.

But you were delirious,
in the final throes

of a massive infection brought on

by what I subsequently
recognized to be a wound

caused by a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

You asked for your journals
and whispered, "Show them,"

and then you died.

- Yet here I am hale and hearty.

- Maybe you're not who you say you are.

It wouldn't be the first
time we've met an imposter.

- Dr. White, what year do you think it is?

- I don't think, I know: 1919.

(Veronica chuckles)

- It is in fact 1922.

- Impossible.

- Yet here you are, hale and hearty.

Have you experienced any
atmospheric phenomena,

optical distortions, strange light?

- We're in the rainforest, Challenger.

The light is never the same
from one moment to the next.

- Dr. White,

I believe you have passed

through a temporal aftershock,

resulting in a disturbance
of time's normal progression.

- You're the one who sounds disturbed.

- It was our discoveries that
brought me to this plateau,

a home to extraordinary
phenomena that would astound

the rest of the world,
and yet you yourself

refuse to open your mind to its wonders.

- He's not here for wonders, Challenger.

Marguerite told us why he's here.

To settle a debt.

- What nonsense is that?

You are sadly misinformed.

- Then why did you come here?

- This spot where we are, right here,

is the grand intersection
of a vast network

of earth energy lines.

The exact center of the plateau.

- Dr. White, I have
been mapping the plateau

since we arrived and I can assure you

this tree house is far
from being its center.

- An admission which reveals
exactly how little you know.

- I have lived here for three years.

- Challenger, you yourself
said that your new maps

don't match my old ones, that some places

seem to have shifted position.

- Yes, well, that's true.

The topography of the
plateau isn't exactly static.

- There's no need for debate.

Do you have a shovel?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [John] Come, Marguerite,
not too much further!

- Are you still gonna miss this place?

(eerie music)

This is getting worse and worse!

- That's Malone's pyroglyph.

(mystical music)

That happened some months ago.

- Now which way to the tree house?

- That way.

I hope.

- Not funny, Roxton.

(ominous music)

- Observe the proof.

These markers have been
here for millennia.

They form a circle around the center.

- So, the Treehouse is
the center of the plateau.

- According to Dr. White's map at least.

- A triangular stone with a spiral.

It's just like my mother's pendant.

- Can't be a coincidence.

- I don't think it is.

- You say this is the grand intersection

of all the plateau's energy lines?

- It's not just the
intersection, it's the origin.

It's the source that fuels them all.

It's what I've been searching for.

- I didn't read anything
about this in your journal.

- How would you know what
is or isn't in my journal?

- What if the tree house
isn't where we left it?

- Where else would it be?

- Well, on a day like today,

it could be just about anywhere.

- Now, let's not subject ourselves

to paranoia just yet, Marguerite.

(eerie music)

- Hold on to your hat here we go again.

- [John] Oh, damn.

(dramatic music)

- Conquistadors?

- No, it can't be, not in this century.

I mean, there haven't been
Conquistadors in South America

for something like 300 years.

(gun clicks)

- Tell that to them, Roxton.

- Roxton?

Captain John Roxton.

- Major Lord John Roxton, actually.

Who are you?

- Ferdinand Perez.

In the service of King
Phillip II of Spain.

And whatever title you may go by,

your days of plunder on
the Spanish Main are over.

Throw down your weapon
or die where you stand.

- That's not very friendly.

- Silence, woman!

- You...

- Not now, Marguerite.

Allow me to defend your honor.

(men chattering)

Whoa, right on the button.

- Get off!

Get off!

After them!

After them, go!
(men shouting)

After them!

(ominous music)

- Dr. White?

Among the items in your
pack are your journal book

and a photographic plate of a pterodactyl.

Please take them out, and
let me show you my proof.

I have kept these with me always.

Your journal, and this photographic plate

are what inspired me to come here.

- This is my writing, my drawings.

That's impossible!

- Exact duplicates, right
down to the last entry.

Dr. White, I believe you
have come into our time

less than a day before you were attacked

and killed by that T-Rex in 1919.

But if you come back with
us to London in the balloon,

you will have escaped your fate.

Oh yes, that's just the proof I need,

that the future can be changed.

I can warn the world of the war

that will destroy it in the 21st century.

Billions of lives will be saved.

The world will be made whole.

And you, William
Maplewhite, will be the man

who made it all possible.

- What madness are you talking?

How can you know what
will happen in the future?

- Finn, that young
woman with the crossbow,

she was born and lived
in the 21st century.

Dr. White, I think it is
time you read my journals.

(ominous music)

- [Marguerite] I think
we've lost them, John.

Now, do you mind telling
me what that was all about?

- [John] Mistaken identity, I guess.

- Don't give me that!

That man recognized you!

- Don't be ridiculous, Marguerite.

- "Your days of plunder
are over," he said.

- I have no idea what
he was talking about.

- Yes, you do!

And since I am running
for my life, with you,

I think you owe me an explanation!

- Oh, look how the tables can turn.

All right.

Look, if we really are
back in the 16th century,

well, that man was
looking for my ancestor.

- Why?

- Because Captain John
Roxton made his fortune

by relieving Spanish galleons
of their Incan treasure

whilst bound for Spain.

- I don't believe this.

- Well, it's true.

And for his efforts on
behalf of the British crown,

Queen Elizabeth I made him a lord

and gave him a parcel of land.

- The Roxton family estate at Avebury?

- Yes.

(Marguerite laughs)

Well, does that satisfy
your curiosity, hm?

- All this time I thought
that your ancestor

was a great statesman!

- Well, he was, after he
served with the British Navy.

- (laughs) He was a pirate!

- He was a privateer in the
commission of the queen.

- A buccaneer by any other name is still

a cut-throat, peg leg pirate.

- Marguerite, he didn't have
a peg leg or a bloody parrot!

- Not even an eye patch?

- No.

- Why, Lord John Roxton,

I never would have suspected

that you had such a colorful past.

- Well, looks like we have more in common

than what you thought.

(romantic orchestral music)

- Any more dark secrets
you'd like to share?

- [Ferdinand] Keep
searching, we must find them!

- Family secrets will have to wait.

(suspenseful music)

- There he is!
(man shouts)

- [Conquistador] Shoot him!

(guns firing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- All right, Marguerite, I'll
need a little extra firepower.

- John!

- Marguerite?

- [Ferdinand] Bring him to justice!

(gun fires)

- Roxton!

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

Druids.

- We have been searching
for you, Morrighan.

- What?

- The time has come for you to die.

(dramatic orchestral music)

What foul thing is this?

- Allow me to give you a
practical demonstration.

What do you think you're doing?

Whoever you think I am, I can assure you

you are quite mistaken.

- You are a Druid priestess.

Your name is Morrighan.

You have done well to have
eluded us for so long.

- No, this can't be true.

- Bochra's reign is over.

I'm the leader of the Druids now

and I know what you've done.

- I haven't done anything.

There is a storm approaching,
conjured by your dark powers,

a storm you hope will destroy the world.

- What?

- The only way to stop the
storm is by killing you.

Take her!

(ominous music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Conquistador] We have him now!

- [Conquistador] We've got him!

- [Conquistador] Come on.

(guns firing)

(ominous music)

- Shall I end your life right here?

- Splendid, you're giving me a choice?

- Where did you get these weapons?

- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- Where is your ship?

- I don't have a ship.

I came here by balloon.

- English dog!

Your ship is anchored
somewhere on this river,

and you are going to tell me where!

- Look, I think you have me confused

with a distant ancestor.

- There is no confusion.

Seven days ago, off
the coast of Venezuela,

you plundered and sunk
two Spanish galleon.

- Oh, I see.

Then what am I doing here?

- You put ashore to
hide your stolen cargo.

- No, that's not what happened.

- Your ship was overloaded,
you had no choice.

- Captain John Roxton was
a very capable seaman,

that I do know.

After giving you chaps the slip,

he made it safely back to England.

- Lies!

This ring!

This ring belonged to the commander

of the ships that you sunk!

- You stole it from the Incas,

my ancestor stole it from you.

- The Spanish steal from no one.

You will die for this!

(fist thuds)
(John grunts)

(eerie music)

- V.

Over there.

We're still here.

- If Marguerite and Roxton
were caught in one of those...

- At least they're together.

(ominous music)

- This barometer is still falling.

By all reason, we should be in
the middle of a raging storm.

- By all reason?

I've just been reading your journals.

There's not an ounce of reason to them.

Trickster gods, spirit
rescues, disembodied demons,

Winston Bloody Churchill?

You call yourself a man of science?

- So, you contend in the two years

you've been searching this plateau

you never encountered phenomena

that was inexplicable
to customary science?

- Dinosaurs can easily be explained.

As for other oddities, all I've heard

is secondhand stories shared by natives.

But those two outside?

Protector of the plateau?

Foundling from the future? (scoffs)

(wind howling)

- There's our storm.

(motor rumbling)

That is not thunder.

(ominous orchestral music)

- What is that thing?

- The Flying Dutchman.

- So, tell me, Dr. White,

how does your customary
science explain this?

- An airship caught in a
storm, no more, no less.

- Now tell me, how do you explain

this extraordinary disappearance?

That airship was here one year ago.

The atmospheric distortions
have opened a window in time.

- Are you saying that's
how I came to be here?

- If this is the center of the plateau,

I believe it's acting like a magnet.

It's as if all possible realities,

past, present and future
are being drawn to it,

but faster and closer than ever before.

It's as if the plateau is
folding in upon itself.

(Veronica grunts)

(thunder rumbles)

- Another airship?

- No, just Challenger's storm.

- Damn you, Challenger.

The center of the plateau
is a source of power

that could give humanity ultimate control

over life and death, but
you ruined everything!

- I have?

- It's that girl from the 21st century.

You plucked her out of the continuum,

like tugging on a loose thread.

She's not where or when
she's supposed to be,

and so everything comes apart.

You have set in motion
the imminent destruction

of the plateau.

- No, the facts are against you.

Finn is from this plateau.

How can it be destroyed in our time

when it still exists in the future?

(ominous music)

- You brought this on yourself.

You bloody well deserve it, but I don't!

I'm getting out of here.

- Don't be a fool, where can you go?

- I know the way off the plateau.

(suspenseful music)

- Veronica, Finn, stop him!

- You heard him, Doc.

You're not going anywhere.

- You can stop me!

- Wanna bet?

- No, Finn!

That's not what he meant.

- I was only gonna wing him.

(eerie music)

(William cries out)
(dinosaur growls)

- What happened?

- He went back to his own time,

back to that fatal
encounter with the T-Rex.

Now the secret of how
he got off the plateau

has died with him.

- My mother couldn't
escape her destiny either.

Maybe no one can.

(ominous music)

(lightning cracks)

- Now what is it?

- See how the compass needle is spinning?

I believe this is the reason
those shimmering windows

have yet to reach the tree house.

The electric fence
creates a magnetic field

which repels them.

- So we're safe.

- Not at our present power levels,

but if I can get another
line to the windmill

I can generate a magnetic
field strong enough

to disrupt those windows,

and then we will be safe.

(thunder rumbling)

- But what about Roxton and Marguerite?

- All we can do is hope
that they will be returned

to us from whatever time
displacement they're in,

just as you and Veronica were.

- So, the only question now is

who goes with the second wire.

- What does this spiral remind you of?

- A whirlpool, vortex, maelstrom.

- What do you think the connection is

between these markers,
the tree, and the fact

that my parents chose to
build their house here.

- I know the spiral is
a common enough motif

in many cultures, Veronica.

- Including the Zanga.

The Zanga believe that the world will end

when everything is brought together

and crushed in single spark.

- The world is ending?

- Not for a billion years yet, Finn.

It's a quaint story, Veronica,

but I can recount dozens more just like it

from countries all over the world.

(thunder rumbles)

- Then maybe, just maybe, they
all have some basis in truth.

(mystical music)

- What's happened to Arthur?

He's spun a cocoon.

- Challenger, beetles don't spin cocoons.

- Then perhaps he's not a beetle.

(ominous music)

You keep playing out the safety line

as I make my way to the windmill.

If I encounter anything unusual,

I'll give three sharp
tugs and you pull me back.

- Challenger, good luck.

- Good luck to all of us.

(suspenseful music)

- Challenger!

- Pull him back!

Pull him back!

(women grunt)

Challenger!

- He's gone.

- Challenger!

We've gotta go after him.

- No, I don't think we can.

(ominous music)

Whatever it is, it's all around us.

We'd better stay inside
the electric fence.

- Shouldn't the fence be
making some kind of a noise?

(thunder rumbles)

- There's no power.

Something must have
happened to the windmill.

- Then there's nothing left to protect us.

We have to look after ourselves now.

(thunder rumbles)

(ominous music)

- What on earth?

Who are you?

I asked you a question.

Can you hear me?

What is the meaning of this?

I demand an explanation!

(ominous music)

- No!

Can't you tell from the way I'm dressed

I come from a different time and place?

- If that is true, then how
did you come to be here?

- I don't know!

- Your birthmark tells me who you are.

The sacrifice must commence immediately.

The storm is quickly approaching.

- What storm?

There isn't a cloud in the sky.

- As is prophesied, it will
be sudden and without warning,

but the storm will come.

Proceed.

(Marguerite cries out)

- [Ferdinand] The scouting party

should have returned by now.

Where are they?

- Well, are we lost?

- Not lost.

My men will find the passage.

- My friends and I, well,
we've been trying to find

a way off this plateau
for three years now.

- Stop talking nonsense.

- What year is this?

- The year is 1580.

- 1580?

Oh, that's too bad.

It's doubtful you'll make it home

in time for the great invasion.

- And what invasion is that, huh?

- Well, eight years from now your king

is going to send a fleet of
ships to conquer England.

- How glorious that would be, hm?

To crush you like the
cock roaches that you are.

- Yes, a sea battle to be
remembered for centuries.

The great Spanish Armada humiliated

by a fleet half its size.

- Hm, you know nothing.

Spain will never be defeated.

- Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Ferdinand] Get him, after him!

Get him, quickly!

(gun firing)
After him!

- This is everything they've worked for.

We can't just abandon it.

(thunder rumbling)

- Malone's journals?

For Challenger, when he comes back.

(electricity whooshing)

(ominous music)

Where's that coming from?

- It's a cone of light.

Finn, it's like a pyramid, like this.

- What does it mean?

- It's the sign of the
Protector, my mother's sign.

My sign.

Finn, it's my turn, my time.

- Your time for what?

- To save the plateau.

(eerie music)

And our friends, if I can.

- Anytime you're ready.

(suspenseful music)

- I think we need to find the center.

- Arthur, stay.

The center of the tree house?

- Finn, I know where it is!

Remember when we moved the furniture?

- The furniture, the marks
we found on the floor.

- [Veronica] My mother
put them there for me.

She knew I'd need them some day.

- So what's next?

(mystical music)

(suspenseful music)

(necklace sizzles)
(Veronica groans)

- What happened?

- I don't know.

- V, I think you should get outta there.

- I can't.

This is where I'm supposed to be.

- Well how do you know?

I mean, what you're doing could kill you.

(Veronica cries out)

- I have to try!

(dramatic music)
(lightning cracking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- V, what's happening?

- The pyramid of light,
the storm of darkness.

(electricity zapping)

(dinosaur screeches)

(Veronica grunting)

- Veronica, don't do this!

Veronica!

- Finn!

- [Man] There she is! Ha ha!

- Not here.

- [Man] I got her!

Woo hoo!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Ferdinand] Everyone, come
with me, he went this way!

Let's (mumbles).

Move around!

Move out this way!

(mumbles) Move it, move it!

- All right.

- [Ferdinand] Don't let him get away!

- Four left.

I think I could be in a
little bit of trouble here.

- This is where you die, you English pig!

- [Man] Get back!

(guns firing)
(conquistadors grunting)

- More than a little bit of trouble.

- On my command, charge!

(men shouting)

- Marguerite, wherever you are,

may it be a better place than this.

- Get him!
- Come on!

(Marguerite cries out)

(ominous music)

- Your body will be sealed in
this tomb for all eternity.

- The place Roxton and I found the body.

It's not reincarnation at
all, that body was mine.

- This will put an end
to your dark powers.

- Killing me will not solve a thing!

- Great circle of life,
(Marguerite cries out)

let not this terrible storm devour us.

Take this dark soul.

Send us back the shining wheel.

- Storms come and go all the time!

- Bring back the light!

- Roxton!

Where are you?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Please talk to me.

Are you capable of speech?

- [Computer] The year is 4666.

- Who said that?

- [Computer] Are you not a man of science?

Are you not the greatest
mind of the 20th century?

- Well, I wouldn't quite go that far.

- [Computer] You would be
if I did not intervene.

- Intervened?

What are you saying?

What are you?

- [Computer] Technology.

We are now the dominant
mind force on Earth.

- Thinking machines?

No, I don't believe it.

- [Computer] It is a better
place now, a peaceful place.

Humankind has finally found its calling.

But if you, George Edward Challenger,

are allowed to live this natural evolution

may not transpire.

- What?

Are you saying I can
prevent this nightmare?

- [Computer] Icarus,
extract the cerebral cortex.

(ominous music)

We need to study it and learn.

(suspenseful music)

- You can't be serious!

What have they done to you?

- [Computer] You did it to yourselves.

(dramatic music)

And we thank you.

(thunder rumbling)
(lightning cracking)

- Mother!

I don't know what I'm supposed to do!

Help me, please!

I thought you'd come to me!

I thought you'd show me!

(Veronica cries out)

Mother, is this what I'm supposed to do?

Am I saving the plateau
or destroying it? (grunts)

(electricity zapping)

(suspenseful music)

Am I the Protector?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

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