Journey To The Center Of The Earth Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Journey To The Center Of The Earth Script






Thank you.



It's a wonderful article

in the paper about you.



Good morning,

Sir Oliver.



Long article about you

on page two.



Is there?



They made a mistake

about your age.















It's such an honor

for Edinburgh.



I cannot take

your money.



Thank you.



Paper! Paper!







? Here's to the prof

of geology?



? Master of

all natural history?



? Rare boy, he?



? And rare boys, we?



? To know such

a big curiosity?



? To the prof,

aye aye aye aye?



? To the best,

aye aye aye aye?



? To the next,

aye aye aye aye?



? Aye aye aye aye?



? Aye?



- Ha ha!

- Ha ha!



I'm sorry.



Since you've been

created a knight,



I've given your

students a holiday...



a day for a knight,

so to speak.



First, there's to

be a presentation.



Will the lad

of Glen Darrick step forward?



In gratitude

for the knowledge



you have

imparted to us...



That's enough

obituary prose.



An inkwell, I presume.



A very handsome thing.



Hellish to dust.



I thank you all from

the bottom of my heart,



and now, off to the playing

fields, all of you!



- Yay!

- Yay!






It cost £ .  .



I was on the committee

that made the collection.



I thank you,




£  was subscribed.



That left

three shillings.



You won't give me

the change?



I expended it on this,



a little extra token

I thought you might fancy.



I saw it in

a curiosity shop in Glasgow.



It whispered, " Buy me

for Professor Lindenbrook."



What did you reply?



I said, "Only if you can

be bought for three shillings."



I argued with the owner.



It's lava,

of course.



But exceptionally




It could serve

as a paperweight.



Do you like it,




It's a scholar's choice.



Where are you

eating tonight?



Oh, this being Tuesday,

I'm not eating.






It's healthy to eat

every other night.



Be at my house at  :  .



I'm entertaining

some faculty.



I don't think I could.



What's the matter,




You used to visit

my house regularly.



Do those frayed cuffs

worry you?



My other shirt

is at the wash.



 :   sharp!



We're scientists.



That's one society where

frayed cuffs don't matter.



We've all had them.



Yes, Sir Oliver.



 :  .






I swear there's

something inside.



There's Uncle now,




And high time,







I thought it was

Uncle Oliver.



Nothing I'm wearing

belongs to me.



Good evening,

Miss Jenny.



Good evening,

Alec McEwen.



I'm early.



I didn't know

you were coming.



Your uncle

ordered me to come.



Where is he?



He's never been late

like this.



To return to the subject

of my clothes,



they belong to the lad

of Glen Darrick.



"Don't go to dinner

dressed like that," he said.



I went

to take my bath.



When I returned,



my clothes were gone

and these substituted.



I have no claim to

the Glen Darrick tartan.



You've explained

your magnificence.



Kirsty, there will be

one more guest.



L'll seat you between

the dean and the rector.



Couldn't I sit

next to you?



Certainly not.



I notice

a certain harshness



in your attitude

toward me.



What do you expect when it takes

a command to bring you here?



Miss Jenny, why should

I torture myself?



Two years more I have to study

for my master's degree,



then four more as

a laboratory assistant.



Then there's the money

I must repay my relatives.



You are very logical,

Mr. McEwen.



It's the logic

of an empty purse.



How like a Scotsman!



I am a Scotsman.



I know one who didn't even

have a purse.



His name was

Robert Burns.



Do you know

what he said?



Miss Jenny, the time

of poetry is over.



If this is true,

Alec McEwen,



what are you doing with

your hand on my knee?



Miss Jenny...



Just wait in there.



Kirsty, I'll set

the extra place.



Is there something

you want?



A key is stuck.



But that's impossible.



It was just tuned

last month.



Which one?



This one.

Can't you see?



No, I can't.



You can see

I'm unhappy.



You know

how I've felt



ever since that first day

I saw you.



You looked

like spring.



? My love is like

the red, red rose?



? That's newly sprung

in June?



? My love is like

the melody?



? That's sweetly

played in tune?



Miss Jenny, set the table.



Mr. McEwen is fixing

a stuck key.



?... bonny lass?



? So deep in love

am I?






? That I will love you

still, my dear?



? Till all the seas

go dry?



? Till all the seas

go dry, my love?



? And the rocks

melt with the sun?



? And I will love you

still, my dear?



? While the sands

of life shall run?



? So fare thee well,

my only love?



? And fare thee well

a while?



? For I'll come back

to you, my love?



? Though it were




Miss Jenny,

you're crying.



I bent over the goose...

the fumes.



Good evening,

Miss Jenny.



Good evening, gentlemen.



We were just worrying about

Professor Lindenbrook.



We were.

Isn't he with you?



Isn't he here?






Careful it doesn't

go too high, Paisley.



It's just about

the limit now.



I gave no permissión

for visitors!



Oh, it's you, McEwen.



Uncle Oliver,

your guests are waiting.



If you don't come,

the goose will spoil...



Oh, goose,

goose, goose.



Tell him, Alec.



This lava

is   in    million.



I've been at it

all day.



No pause

for lunch or tea.



You've had three semesters

of petrology.



From which volcano could

this lava have emerged?









Mt. Etna?



Very close.

The Mediterranean.



The Lipari Islands

near Italy.



But their lava

is light.



That's what

stumped me



because inside

must be something



the weight of the heaviest rock

in existence.



That would be

Icelandic peridotite.






There's a piece

chipped off.



By me.




the rock inside?



Icelandic peridotite,




When I saw this,

I stopped chipping.



There's some marks

on the surface.



It looks like a letter

or notches.



Three notches made

by the hand of man.



But how could

a rock from Iceland



possibly pop out of

a volcano across the worid?



What's your conclusión?



Science does not

jump to conclusions.



Science is not

a guessing game.



We'll melt off

the crust of lava.



Mr. Paisley.



Add    cc of aqua regia.



Not too fast now.



I shall write to Professor

Goetaborg of Stockholm on this.



He's the worid's leading

authority on volcanoes.



How long

will this take?



A typically

female question.



Melting lava takes

maybe two hours,



maybe four hours.



Two hours?

Four hours?




the whole night.



Who cares?






Are you all right?



That was entirely

my fault.



I don't know how it

could have happened.



Mr. Paisley, by your slip

you've rendered



an inestimable service

to science.






See this?



What would

you call it?



As you said,

it's a manmade object.



It looks like a top,



a surveyor's instrument,

a plumb bob.



It is

a plumb bob.



There are letters

on it.



It's an inscription,

a message, perhaps.



Can you make out

what it says, Professor?



It's in some

Nordic tongue.



The hand that

wrote this trembled.



Perhaps it was

a dying hand.



Was it written

in paint? Ink?



Perhaps blood.






Look at this side, sir!



A signature!



Arne Saknussemm.



Arne Saknussemm!



Will you take me

home now, Uncle Oliver,



or do I have to

go alone?









It's unthinkable,

but it must be true.



A man took tools



and went where no human being

has ever set foot...



alone into the interior

of the earth. Alone.



Who? What is he

talking about?



Arne Saknussemm,

the Icelandic scientist.



The greatest

of his day.



He was laughed at

when he claimed



there was a worid

down below.



The laughter stopped

when he disappeared,



never to be

heard from...



until tonight.



Get out of here,




I don't want any tea!



I only want my post.



Don't shout at me!



I can shout

just as loud as you!



For two weeks,

you haven't eaten or slept.



Out, woman!



Here's your post,

Uncle Oliver.



Another day,

and still nothing!



Can you believe that?

No answer.



And where is Alec McEwen?



At the university.



How long does it take



to get a letter from

Stockholm to England?



Answer the bell.



We have to speak

to Sir Oliver.



Don't tell us

he's busy.



Callers? That's

all I need.



Oliver, we all know your

reputation for rudeness.



You're also

a conscientious man.



But you've skipped

every lecture for two weeks.



I'm involved in

something important.



More important

than our university?



Something any university

would envy us.



Ah, yes!

Ha ha!



You laugh!



What does the name

Arne Saknussemm mean to you?



Saknussemm, Saknussemm.



Didn't he write about

the lost city of Atlantis?



That was

his early career.



He's famous for

his study of volcanoes.



Out of a volcano

came this message from him.



It lay unnoticed

for     years



until picked up

by some peasant,



gathered dust in a curiosity shop

until it came to me.



Here is a translation

of the words.



"I'm dying, but my life's work

must not be lost.



"Whoever descends into the crater

of Sneffels Yocul



"can reach the center

of the earth.



I did it.

Arne Saknussemm."



Center of the earth?







That's an extinct volcano

in Iceland.



According to this, it

must lead to an unknown region.



But this is

sheer fantasy.



You haven't heard

all of it.



There's a postscriptum.



"At sunrise on

the last day of May,



the mountain Scartaris

will point the path."



What do you say now?



I'm more mystified

than ever.






Scartaris is a mountain

peak near the volcano.



This is

a student's hoax.



Wait a second,




Let's not take

that tone.



Let's assume

it's authentic.



Isn't the correct




to submit a paper

to the university officially?



You must consult

other experts.



This needs




Here is my paper.



I've written to

the foremost authority in Europe.



The Royal

Geological Society?



More eminent still.



Professor Goetaborg

of Stockholm.



Oh? And what

does he say?



I haven't

received his reply.



I've written

to him twice!



Well, then, I suggest

we relax on the matter



until your famous correspondent

sees fit to answer you.



Meanwhile, we could do

with some tea.



I know you two

think I'm daft.



Think whatever

you want.



Jenny, tea!



When did you

get here?



Just this moment,

Sir Oliver.







from Stockholm.



He's got his letter

from Stockholm.



Did you see the shine

in his eyes?



There'll never

be a better moment.



L'll tell him about

our feelings for each other.



He'll say yes

almost inadvertently.



What if he says no




You'll see how firm

my voice can be



when I speak

of you.




and damnation!



That devil!

Blast it!



What is it?



Don't keep us

in the dark.



Bad news,




I am stricken.



The University of Stockholm

informs me



that Professor Goetaborg

has vanished from Sweden.



His disappearance

follows closely the date



when my communication

must have reached him...



with all my material.



He evidently didn't think it

important enough to answer.



Or too important.



McEwen, find out when

the next ship leaves for Iceland.



I will not be beaten

to my goal.



What is your goal?



You heard

Saknussemm's message.



Oliver, you're

seriously ill.



I am

seriously well.



Don't wait.

I said hurry.



I must

start packing.



To go where?



To Iceland,

to begin with.



And then?



Where Arne Saknussemm went.






I can't wait while

that scoundrel named Goetaborg



exploits what I

foolishly gave him.



Don't you see

what's at stake?



The ultimate aim

of all science...



to penetrate

the unknown.



We know less

about our earth



than about the stars

and outer space.



The greatest mystery

is right here under our feet.



And now, if you'll

excuse me, gentlemen.



I must speak

with you.



I have no time

for words.



You must

take time, sir.



This is urgent.



Not for me.



I have to

go to Iceland.



I'm going with you.






To the center

of the earth.






? My heart's

in the Highlands?



? A-chasing the deer?



? A-hunting

the wild deer?



? And chasing the roe?



? My heart's

in the Highland?



? Wherever I go?



All Iceland

must be aware



that the Scots

have arrived.



I wish Jenny

could hear me.



Homesick already?



It's painful

to leave your fiancée



on the first day

of your engagement.



But to come back

as a worid famous scientist,



that's not

to be sneezed at.



Did you expect

a fight of stairs



with a red carpet?



I neglected

to tell you



I have a nervous fear

of heights.



You'll get over that



after the first

million fathoms or so.



Million fathoms.






He's been here!



He's been

surveying here.



This is

fresh-cut wood.



Your revered colleague

from Stockholm.



He isn't wasting

any time.



Do you think he's

already gone down?



No. Saknussemm stipulated

the last day of May.



Go back to Reykjavik.



Buy every foot of rope

that's available.



Stock up on hardtack, bread,

chocolate, and medical supplies.



But more than anything,



inquire whether they

have Ruhmkorf lamps.



Have another carriage




at the foot of

the slope at sunset.



Can we prepare it

that quickly?



We must.

We're in a race.



What's that

you're taking?




farewell gift.



L'll keep it

with me always.






Back to my hotel.



Ja, Professor Goetaborg.



Ah, my good man.



I assume my assistant

sent you.



No, thank you.



Nobody carries

the soldier's weapons.



And take your time.



These instruments

are delicate.



Easy, coachman!




This isn't the same road

we came by this morning!



I said, slow down, man!



You're out

of your senses!



Stop your horses,




This is a command!



Can't you hear me?



Slow down!



Stop, you fool!






If you've ruined

my instruments,



I'll horsewhip you,

so help me.



And where are we?



This certainly

is not my hotel.












Where are we?



Apparently in

an eider feather storehouse.



How did

you get here?



I don't know

what happened.



It went so fast.



I was clubbed

and overpowered.



Did you see

who did it?



No. I was

just walking.



Professor Goetaborg

is a criminal!



Probably he's always

dreamed of fame.



Your letter

opened the door.



Did you hear that?



Some tapping.



Don't get your hopes up,





nobody around.



Everybody's in

the market square.



Tomorrow the fishing feet

goes out.



The shops

are closed?



No. They are open,



but everything

we need



was sold already.



To Professor Goetaborg!



He stayed in the inn

where we're staying.



This time,

I heard it, too.



A fellow prisoner,

do you suppose?



He's giving us




It's a code.






I can't

make it out.



Jot this down.



Dash, dash, dot,

dot, dot, dot, long dash.



It doesn't make




Perhaps it's

in Icelandic.



I don't think so.



We've established




I still can't

make it out.



My esteemed friend,

whoever you are,



let me introduce





Oliver Lindenbrook,




of Edinburgh.



May I ask you



to interrupt your tapping

and listen?



In what language

would you like me to speak?



Apparently, he doesn't

understand English.



L'll try French.



Mon cher ami,



vous et nous

sonnes dans



une situation




It's no good, sir.



It sounds

more Russian.



Kak tvoe imia?



My c toboi tovarishchi













It's a female prisoner.



And her lover.




they're kissing.



I'm sorry,

but for once



we must dispense

with tact.



I regret

to disturb you.



Can you get us

out of here?



Oh, Gertrude...



It's a duck!



And I was just about

to try Latin.



You with

the gold tooth,



I'll give you

more gold



if you'll guide us

to Reykjavik.



Ja, Reykjavik.



You take us

to Reykjavik.



I understand



that Professor Goetaborg

from Stockholm



is stopping here,

a friend...



A friend of yours,

Professor Goetaborg?



Let's say a colleague.



May I help?



He is at home,

isn't he?



Yes. L...



He isn't at home.



He can't

be disturbed.



He's asleep with

all this going on?



You cannot see him.

I'm sorry.



Here are your coins.

Here is my card.



Put it in his box



so he'll know

I'm around.



Thank you so much.






I know you're

in there.



This is







Do you see

what this is, laddie?



The very last word

in equipment.



Ruhmkorf lamps!






Self-generating lamps.



How long will they burn,




My guess is indefinitely.



As long as

they're wound up,



the induction coil

will give off current.



Breathing devices,



like those used

in coal mines in Wales.



All the instruments needed



for exploring

the worid below,



whatever it may be!



I shall wait here

till Goetaborg returns.






wait, too.



Goetaborg may be

a strong man.



More treasure, sir.



Climbing boots,









Food for months.



A chart with a...



P- P-Professor!






Well, Goetaborg,



it seems there's

such a thing



as justice,

after all.



So you wanted to

push in ahead of us?



Fate took care

of him.



Why didn't they

tell us?



Hotels rarely advertise

that they have corpses.



The Icelander

teaches us a lesson.



We'll observe one

minute of silence



in memory of

a great scientist,



even if he was

a blasted thief.




you mentioned fate.



Slight correction...



Fate plus a few grains

of potassium cyanide.



He was against us.



Someone was even more

against him.






I'm the wife of

Professor Goetaborg.



Oh, my dear.



What is it?



My husband didn't

meet me at the pier.



Is something wrong?



Please sit a minute

before you go up.



Please, my dear.



He seemed so well.



Early in the morning,

he went to the mountain.



He came back and received

a luncheon guest in the lobby.



I saw him myself.



They went up to his room

and ate.



What are you trying

to tell me?



That my husband is...



His guest left

about  :  .



When the maid went

to make the bed...



Oh, dear God.



I can't remember anyone

ever dying in my inn.



We called a doctor,

but it was too late.



We left him up there

because you were coming.



Just    days ago,



he was joking on the pier

in Stockholm.



The moment

he arrived here,



he sent me a message



just with one word...





my deep sympathy.



My name is

Oliver Lindenbrook



of Edinburgh University.



I take it you're familiar

with that name?



Professor Lindenbrook.



I see you are.



I must ask a question.



I would like

Madam Goetaborg to stay.



This will be difficult

for you, madam.



Who was the last person

to see him alive?



His luncheon guest.






Count Saknussemm.



Count Saknussemm?



I didn't realize



the Saknussemm family

still existed.



They are the land's

oldest family.



A descendant of

Arne Saknussemm.



And a scientist, too,



in his own right.



He lunched

with Goetaborg?



They saw each other

every day.



They worked together

in his room



with all those charts

and instruments.



I suggest you request

an autopsy immediately.



Is there

something suspicious




my husband's death?



Your husband

came to Iceland



for the same reasons

that brought me.



Neither of us

could possibly suspect



a third party would stop

at nothing to forestall us.



He was killed?









This is now

a police matter.



Send for them.



To your room first,




Uh... just one second,

if you please.



Thank you.



I'm deeply distressed by

your husband's death.



I fully understand

your feelings.



However, I must ask you

one question.



How do you plan to dispose

of your husband's equipment?



What does it matter?



L'll take it

off your hands.



We can

discuss it later.



Time is

running out.



My expedition must start

within    hours.



Your expedition?






I only know of

the Goetaborg Expedition.



Husbands don't always

tell wives everything.



I don't wish to blacken

your husband's memory.



However, I demand

that equipment.



I have a right

to it.



A right to take over

another's life work?



He died for that idea!



He stole that idea

from me.



That is a lie.






An unforgivable lie.



I would rather destroy



every pound

of that equipment



than let you have it.



"Incredible encounter!



"A Saknussemm descendant

turns up,



"acts as if he were

king of volcanoes,



"tries to force me to surrender

his ancestor's secret.



"Saknussemm called again.



"New complication!



"My real adversary arrives,




"undoubtedly to claim his rights.



Must fight him somehow."



Oh, uh, young man,



would you come here

a moment, please?



Who are those for?



Professor Lindenbrook.






Ja, madam.



Oh, at least

we have some rope.



That's a beginning.



Tell him to stop jabbering

and go shopping.



What about lamps?



Ah, lamps... lamps.



What about...

ah... picks?



Oh, and provisions,




What are you doing?



Big ox.



Put me down.



Somebody please

explain this outrage.



Are we to be abducted

every day in Iceland?



Ja, madam.



She speaks




I do,



but I wish to apologize

to you in plain English.



I went through

my husband's diary.



I believe I have

done you an injustice.



Don't give it

another thought.



I'm Sir Oliver's assistant,

Alec McEwen.



This expedition began

thanks to this lad.



Began... that's all

it has done.



If you still want

the equipment,



it's yours.



Will you

say that again?



I won't stand in the way



of the Lindenbrook







My husband had

boots made specially.



I hope they fit.



Mine will be

ready without delay.



Your man's ordering

some for me.



Good, good.



What was that?



Why would you need

boots like this?



I can't go in these.



Go where, madam?



Don't say it.




I'm coming along.



That's why I'm giving you

all of this.



That's a condition.



You didn't mention

any condition.



Then I do now.



Whom were you taking

besides this young man?



The big Icelander.



Then I'll be very useful.



He doesn't

understand English.



You can't come.

You're a woman!



What has my sex

to do with it?



We're not contemplating

a stroll down Piccadilly.



Professor Lindenbrook,

I've just lost my husband.



I have nothing else

to live for up here.



Down there, I can

represent his name.



The decisión

is not yours.



The police need you

for the investigation.



I have already given

my testimony.



But madam, quite apart

from the appalling danger,



think of

the inconvenience.



The lack

of privacy!



In short,

you don't want this?



I may be mad

about this journey,



but to burden myself with

a female is sheer stupidity.



I may have been

a disturbance to men,



never a burden.



This is

an absolute holdup.



I assure you

you will not receive



one iota of extra




You'll sleep

where we sleep,



you'll eat

what we eat.



Then you accept

my proposition?






Professor, look!



There's our gateway.



Thank you, Scartaris.



Never was there

a brighter sunrise.



Now, we descend

into oblivion,



or we enter

the great book of history.



Roll call.



Carla Goetaborg.



Alexander McEwen.



Hans und

Gertrude Belka.



Oliver S. Lindenbrook.



What did he say?

Hans and who?



And Gertrude.









All right,

you've arrived.



Rather an alarming




I found it




I wonder

if Madam Goetaborg



will change her mind.



You make

my mouth water.



Hans is tying the rope

on her.



I'm a fool.



I should have told him

to tie her to a mule



and send her home.



What language

would you have used?



She may be of some use

in that respect,



then there's always the blessed

chance the rope may break.



Are you all right,




Oh, quite.



Hans insisted

on a double rope.



Did he indeed?

How solicitous.



But that was for Gertrude.



Poor Sir Oliver,

stuck with a woman.



If only you

could see your face.



That's my consolation,




I don't have to

look at it. You do.



There's not enough rope

in all Europe!



Perhaps this is

the wrong entrance.



The sign was




But there's no

other way to continue.









Oh, madam!




He says there's a tunnel

on the other side.



Slanting downhill,

but walkable.






Oh, thank you.



Now then,

a general summary...



A... We must never use



more than two Ruhmkorf lamps

at a time.



B... We won't need our

breathing equipment immediately.



Nevertheless, never

take a step without it.



C... Use our canteens freely.



There'll be many

springs on our way.



As my husband's charts




Is he to be with us

on our entire journey?






Well, every journey

begins with a first step.



May the good Lord

be with us.






Let's have

some music.



Alec, will you

start us off?



? La la la la

la la la la?



? Boom boom boom boom...?



? Boom-boom




Miss Jenny!



I saw you turn pale

when the dominie spoke



of those in peril



at the far ends

of the earth.



Far ends of the earth.



At least that

would be somewhere.



There was a clipping

in a Stockholm paper,



a dispatch

from Reykjavik.



I can only read

their names.



I had it translated.



The last news

of them was



that they went

up Mount Sneffels



with some heavily laden







And then the animals

came down without their packs.






And that's all.



Oliver S. Lindenbrook,

Alexander McEwen,



Hans Belka,

and Madam...






Why, it seems a woman

went with them.



A woman!



You know what

they'll call that



in the Royal Observatory

at Greenwich?



A slight tremor coming

from undefined regions.



Well, we've lived

through a slight tremor.



Let us proceed.



It seems to be

moving away from us.



In these regions,

I don't venture to say



anything is moving away

or coming towards us.



The only thing

we can be certain of



is that danger

is always with us.



We might as well

ignore it.









Aah! Oh!



The three notches.



The three notches

of Arne Saknussemm.



What does that mean?



We've been shown

the right path.



We have a guide.




the plumb bob.



Look! Without these marks,

we would have gone astray.



We'd have wasted months

exploring endlessly.



We might have taken

any one of these channels.



But our great colleague

maketh a path for our feet.



Well, you all

deserve a rest.



Let's have tea with

a double ration of raisins.



May I comb my hair first,








on the left.




on the right.






What is it,







If we'd known

you had nightmares,



we'd have made different

sleeping arrangements.



Someone is walking

up there.



I heard footsteps,



human footsteps.



Since the beginning

of time,



all women have heard footsteps...

up there.



My hearing is

extremely acute.



The hearing of all women

is extremely acute.



My wife used to hear

rats in the attic,



usually, on the nights before

I had an important lecture.




go find out.






Will you leave

those men alone!



They need rest.




it was stipulated



that I

give the orders.



Don't use that

patient voice with me.



How about

an impatient voice?



I am a member

of this expedition.



As such, I intend to report

any of my observations.






put it down

in the record



that a member

of the expedition



reported rats

in the attic.



Lights out!



Don't be afraid,




I'm right here.



Conceal these marks




L'll give them

some new ones.



This is steeper than

anything we've encountered.



It's just as well we all

had a good night's rest.



Alec, take this down.



   st day

of our descent,



starting from an estimated depth

of     kilometers,



limestone formation








Here are the three

notches again.







Wrong turn.



Let's see.

What have we here?



One heads     degrees




the other     degrees

south-southeast. Strange.



I would have wagered

we should go that way.



That was Gertrude's

feeling, too.



Are you sure

your compass is right?






What's he saying?



Hans is wondering about the

ultimate goal of our expedition.



He's asking, "Why?"



Alec, suppose

you tell him.



Well, why does man

freeze to death



trying to reach

the North Pole?



Why does man suffer



the steaming heat

of the Amazon?



Why does he

stagger his mind



with the mathematics

of the sky?



Once a question mark



has arisen in

the human brain,



the answer

must be found



if it takes

a thousand years.



Render that into

a few Icelandic words!



Tell him

that scientists



have bats in

their belfries.






Are you all right?



Can you

unhook yourself?






I didn't see it!



I didn't see it!



Never mind

about that.



How is it possible?



This way was

clearly indicated.



There must

have been a quake




Arne Saknussemm's day.



This is no

recent fissure.



I wasn't

in a position



to observe it




We made a mistake somewhere,

but where?



What are you

doing here, madam?



We were supposed

to stay together.



We've been tricked,



tricked into

the wrong tunnel.



Those three notches



are not

Arne Saknussemm's.



She's right, Professor.



Someone has passed through

before us.



No need

to ask who.



Madam heard him

last night.



Now she's saying,

"I told you so."



Silently, I admit,

but she's saying it.



When I wish

to say something,



I say it aloud.



In view of

this new development,



I must end

the expedition.



But you're not a man

who frightens easily.



I'm not thinking

of myself,



but of you...

a woman!



I'm one

of your men.



If a madman

is loose...



He's against us all,



against the concept

of this journey.



What's happened now?

What's he saying?



He said we should go back

to where Alec fell.



It's not

on our route.



If we're to go ahead,



we've no time

for detours.



Then you wait here.



If only myJenny

were here to see this.



? La la la?



? La la la

la la?



? La la la?



? Bum dee bum bum?



? Bum dee dum...?



Now that

the boy has gone



and Hans doesn't

understand English,



I must ask

a delicate question.



I'm blushing




You're wearing stays,

are you not?






I can hear

them creaking.



It's not

your business!



Everything here

is my business.



We'll look away

while you discard them.



You go too far.



The heat

will soon be excessive.



Nothing must impede

anyone's breathing.




Leaving in a few minutes!



I've got to take a specimen of

this back to Edinburgh,



if it's the last thing

I do.









Ready to go,

if that boy Alec



would be good enough

to appear.



Where the devil

is he?



It's a blind alley!



Keep back!












Good God!









Oh. Aah!



Hold on to my arm.



My shoulder.



Hold on.



Oh, praise the Lord.


















Hello! Hello!



Hello! Hello!




here I am!



- Here I am!

- Here I am!



Here I am!

























Professor, you can't

go on this way.



I've kept track of

the passage of days.



Try that channel




We were there




We left marks.



He's not there.



I've got

to find him.



I'm responsible.






I can see this

is a recent break.










Can you hear me?



Can you

hear me?



Give us a sign!



Give us

a sign!



Alec, listen carefully.



When the echoes stop,

try to answer.



If you're injured,

make an effort.



Pick up a pebble

and scratch the rock.



We'll hear you.



Just give us a sign!



Give us

a sign!



A phosphorescent pool.



Strange grave

for a young Scot.




there's no use.



How can I live

with myself?



Accept his loss



like one soldier accepts

the loss of another.



You must continue.



You must go on with

the Lindenbrook Expedition.



The Lindenbrook







Go on with it.



It was his project,

as much as yours.




You're right.



We will proceed,



but we won't

call it



the Lindenbrook

Expedition anymore.



From now on,



it's the Alec McEwen




No broken bones?



Ribs all right?



Good. Get up.



Down there,

food and water.



Refresh yourself.



So you've lost

your friends?



Just as well.



It's my servant.



Too much heat,

too much load,



too much fear.



You're younger.



You'll do

to carry my things.



I'm not your servant,

Count Saknussemm.



Pride? Rather

out of place here.



Eat, drink, and

pick up those things.



I'm in a hurry.



To steal

the professor's project?



Steal? Listen,

young foreigner.



I don't have to steal

what belongs to me.



You're in

my worid now.






I need someone to

carry my equipment!



You'll never find

your companions.



We need each other.



You found me.

My friends will, too.



You'll carry it with

one arm, not two!



A hail of bullets.



A remarkable echo



reverberating from

the rock chambers.



The last echo

will give us the direction.






















We'd given you up,



but you're

alive, laddie.



You're alive!










Just to see you!



Where was he?



I didn't think

he'd shoot,



but he did.



Of course I did.



What did you expect?



You are

trespassers here.



I own this domain.



You are also

the murderer of my husband.



I claimed my rights.

He would not listen.



In the name of

your great ancestor,



put down that

preposterous gun.



No harm will come if

you accept my terms.



You will go back

the way you came,



but leave equipment

I need and that man.



You won't listen

to a murderer.



Never interrupt

a murderer, madam.



I resent that

bourgeois classification.



I'll spare

your lives.



You have my word

of honor.



Give me

your hand on that.






A bourgeois trick.



So sorry.



All right, before

we continue on our journey,



we must perform

a solemn duty.



We have

to hold court.



Here, hundreds

of kilometers



beneath the surface

of the earth,



we are the law.



The defendant stands accused

of one murder



and one act of mayhem.



I must ask you,

as jurors,



is the defendant

guilty or not guilty?















Then the mandatory




is death.



There are

two bullets left.



Madam, please

explain to Hans.



We will follow the route

marked by the notches.



He will wait here

for    minutes,



then carry out

the sentence.



No, no, no.



I can carry

with my left hand.



Carry yourself

for a while.



That's all

we can expect.



Sir Oliver, there's

a slight problem.



Hans refuses

to shoot the count.



What do you mean?

It's a court order.



His family's been loyal



to the Saknussemms

for generations.



He cannot touch the gun.



This is contempt

of court.



All right, Alec.



No, no,

Sir Oliver.



Don't look at me.



I couldn't

pull the trigger



with my left hand.



Oh, no.



I couldn't do it.



After all,

I'm a woman!



For weeks you've

denied your sex.



Now you

fall back on it.



I would say

the natural executioner



would be the leader

of the expedition.



We must face

the truth, sir.



We're much too civilized



to do away with

a fellow human being.



Should we

drag him along?



Feed him?



Stop fiddling

with those lamps!



What's he

jabbering about?



I'll tell you

what he's saying.



The lamps are

giving out.



The induction coils

have been corroded by the salt.



I insist we leave

here at once.



You insist!



He's bloody well right.



Let's be off.



Saknussemm's unfastened

himself from the rope again



and gone off.



What's the harm?



He'll be back when

it's time to eat.



The harm is he's

wasting a lamp.



Madam, will you

try your lamp, please?



It's dead.



Yours, Alec.



When these things

are gone,



they're really gone.




make a final note



while there

is still light.



Let me.

My arm's well.



No need.



Covered another





dropped seven degrees.



Surprisingly cooler

than anticipated.



The darkness is

closing about us.



This may be

our last entry.



Hans and I

can cut rope into torches.



That's a good idea.



What puzzles me



is that

Saknussemm's notches



keep pointing

our way.



What lamp

did he have?



Perhaps he didn't

require a lamp.



From here on,

neither do you, Sir Oliver.



Why don't you

turn it off?



Yes, just

switch it off.




it's miraculous.



Look at this.



What is it, sir?



A form of algae



with a property

of luminescence.



Light without heat.



A cool

chemical light.



You've seen fireflies

and glowworms



and forms of sea life



that generate

their own light?



The same principle

is involved here.



   th day...



the phenomenal winds



vanished as abruptly

as they came.



We are now in a stupendous

deposit of cinnabar.



What's that little mark

you make?




McEwen Expedition.



Whenever I've said

Lindenbrook Expedition,



you've written

McEwen Expedition?



May I remind you

that months ago,



you gave me explicit

orders to that effect?



You may not

remind me.



I don't wish your

correcting me incessantly.



Is that what

I'm doing?



You're doing it

with your looks,



with the posture

of your body.



Your entire presence is

a constant criticism of me.



I'm tired of it!



I've had enough!



You've had enough!



Let me tell you...



you dried-up walnut

of a man!



If anyone's had enough,

it's me!



It's I.



It's I! It's me!



It's Carla Goetaborg.



I quit!



I'm leaving!



May I send for

madam's horse and carriage?



Well, at least you know

I have a temper.




keep the charts.









Why can't he

stay around?



Aye aye aye aye




Mushrooms! A forest

of mushrooms.



They might be hundreds

of years old,



but the small ones

we can eat.



They're delicious!



To think they grew

without sun



this far

under the earth.



All the food

we can eat!



Ha ha ha!



It's tougher

than leather.



- Ha ha!

- Ha ha!



We'll have new soles

for our shoes.






It's like

an oak tree!



Ah! Madam,

you're magnificent.



Mushroom steak,

mushroom soup, mushroom hash.



Let me say this-



If we'd had one more week

of that salted beef,



I would have perished.



Don't be too happy.



After some months

of this,



you'll want

salt beef again.



Yes. Months...months.



If we only knew

how many more.



There's no term

to the work of a scientist.



If you hadn't

been along,



this whole journey

would have been unbearable.



But that's not Professor

Lindenbrook's feeling.



It's mine.



You see, we have no sun...



and no stars,



but then you're here.



And what is the name

of the girl you love?



I beg your pardon?



The girl you love-

what's her name?



Jenny. But why would you

want to know that just now?



Oh, dear Alec.



There are times

when it's advisable



to jog

a young man's memory.






Here's some hot mushroom porridge

for you, Sir Oliver.



I slept as I'd never

slept in Edinburgh.



No street noises,

no church bells,



no clatter of pans

from the kitchen.



I may move here




What's our large friend

doing over there?



I don't know.

Special command of His Majesty.



Is that madman

still giving orders?



This is

his rest period.



When you fell asleep,



he went off

through the tunnel.



He came back and ordered

the mushrooms felled.



What in the worid



can he want

with all those?



You've come

to ask me



why I didn't rest?



I don't sleep.



I hate those little

slashes of death.



It's a sea.



It's an ocean

with currents.



The ocean

of the underworid.



Some earthquake before

the beginning of history



cracked wide open

the great sea,



and, through the fissures,

poured this.



The fissures

closed again.



No map ever recorded

the Saknussemm Ocean.



I so christened it

while you were asleep.



It's the prerogative

of the discoverer.



I congratulate you.



There will be no more

notches to follow.



That's why

you ordered a raft.



I approve.



If I had my gun,

we'd have fresh meat.



That's what

he's saying!



He's a flesh-eater!



Can he swim?



No, thank God.















The wind is blowing

down the street.






I brought you

some nice apples.



I wonder if it's cold

where they are.



Where they are...






Are they anyplace?



McEwen, put that toy away

and take over the rudder.



Yes, sir.



I didn't say

throw it away!



It blew

out of my hand!



My watch!



Save the instruments!



My ring!



My wedding




A field of force

that snatches gold away.



This is it. This is it!



The junction

of magnetic forces



from the North

to the South Pole...



the center of the earth!









Hang on!



Hold on

to your rope, Alec!






No! Aah!



Is everyone here?



Madam Goetaborg,












And His Highness

over there.



So the expedition

with all the names



ends like this.



We're alive,

aren't we?



After all, we did hit

the center of the earth.



It hit us, laddie.



He probably wants to know

where we go next.



Tired minds

don't plan well.



Sleep first,

plan later.



When I refused

to eat my porridge



when I was a boy,



my mother used to say,

"Oliver, the day may come



when you'll very much

want that porridge."



Are you surprised

that I had a mother?



I was thinking

how proud she'd be



of that little boy

who wouldn't eat his porridge.



Here, duck.



Here, duck.


















Gertrude! Gertrude!












Why do you look

at me like that?






I needed food,

so I took it.



Professor, tell your man

to calm himself.



I won't engage

in a dispute




a slaughtered duck.






Stop him!



Stop this fool!









You ingrates!



What can you do

without me?



Only I can show you the way

out of this, my realm.



Look out!






This is

the sunken city.



After      years,



men behold a fragment

of the lostAtlantis.



All we know about it

comes from the Greek.



The floor

of the sea opened up



and swallowed the whole

island of Atlantis.



This must have been

the market square.






Professor, this looks like

some sort of inn.



This is an inn,

an eating place, certainly.



Eating...what a word.



What a wonderful word.



Well, we've

learned one thing



about the inhabitants

of Atlantis-



they ate oysters.



Stale bread.



We must speak

to the baker.












He's asking if that was

a temple to their god?



Yes, I'm

sure it is.



It's some sort

of altar stone



where the

sacred flame burned.



It's serpentine,

isn't it?




A massive form of asbestos.



At a moment like this,



I have no pad and pencil

to record this!






Turn around, madam.

Don't look.



What is it?



The greatArne Saknussemm,

I presume.



So this is

as far as he came.



Say " How do you do"

to a brave man.



He must have

dragged himself



with a broken leg.



Look at that tibia.



There is nothing edible

in there.



Why not?



The Chinese eat eggs

over     years old.






Professor, look

at his right hand.



Professor, look

at his right hand.



It's pointing somewhere.



To that shaft

over there.



Of course! This is what

the pointing finger meant!



This is the way up.



He couldn't make it,

but we can.



This is a volcanic chimney.



The violent updraft means



a direct hatchway

to the surface.



We can climb up!




explain to Hans.



Let him venture up

and reconnoiter.



The updraft

can't carry him away.



We'd roll up

our sleeves,



if we had any.



We mustn't hope

for too much.



We'll have to provide

some kind of light.



And food.

I'll go look around.



I'll comb every inch

of Atlantis.



If we only had

some shears,



we could

cut it off.



Could we?













I found some flints.



Good lad.



We won't be walking

in darkness.






I wish I had

better news for you.



It gives every indication

of a perfect passage upward,



straighter than the one

we descended, but...



But? But?



There's an obstacle,



a gigantic block of stone

obstructs the passageway.



Hans said only a landslide

could ever move it.



No. Let him be.



If all his hopes

hadn't been so high.






Yes, sir?



Arne Saknussemm's




Get it!



If God is with us,



and that gunpowder

has kept its ginger,



we'll make that

landslide ourselves.



Now, my wonderful




you realize, I hope,



that we're taking

an enormous chance,



but it's our only chance.



I guarantee that this will

blow up the obstructing rock.




the surrounding rocks



will take

the disturbance lightly,



that I cannot guarantee.



For protection,

get into the altar stone.



Dear God, ruler of

heaven and earth-



Don't set any limit

to his realm, laddie.



God of the universe,



we are in

thy merciful hands.



Look out!



Run, Professor!

A monster!



Let me go!



We started

an earthquake.






The lava

is pushing us up!



It's an earthquake

of unusual magnitude!



More likely, it's

a volcanic eruption.



Listen to this-



"Stromboli, Italy,

first eyewitness report.



"The capsule

of the dead volcano



"broke under

a tremendous explosión.



" Rocks of

extraordinary size



are being spewed out

into the sea."



Dammi la mano.



Piano, eh? Piano.



Passa mi vino.







beva, beva.



Where's Alec?



Hans says Alecwas thrown

from the altar stone



long before

we hit the water.



Non si preoccupi,

abbiamo lo scalino!



My immediate need

is not a ladder.



I need trousers.



Che dice?







Oh, vuole




Pantalone? Oh!



Don't bring them




Send a friar, a monk.



- Oh!

- Oh!



Excuse me, ladies.



Excuse me.



Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!




Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!




Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!



Lindenbrook! Lindenbrook!




Speech! Speech!



Speech! Speech!



Speech! Speech!



Hello, Scots!



If these shouts of yours



express some pleasure

that we've returned alive,



I thank you deeply.



However, if they're

meant as praise



for a successful scientist,



I must disclaim that honor.



- No!

- No!



No. A scientist who cannot prove

what he has accomplished



has accomplished nothing.



I have no records,

no shred of evidence.



I will never embarrass

this distinguished university



by asking

that it take my word.



Let me say only this.



    years ago,



a daring man undertook

a perilous journey



and never came back.



We followed his path

and returned...



by God's grace

and a heathen altar stone.



One day, someone else,



it may be you, my boy,

or your sons or grandsons



will pick up

where we left off.



This I know.



The spirit of man

cannot be stopped!







Thank you.



Professor, here's someone

who wants to say goodbye.



His ship

sails at  :  .



Hans, old friend,



we never could have

done without you.



He has a speech.






Hello, sir.

If you...



if you'll ever go

down there again,



the center earth,



Hans will go, too.



Thank you.



Did you get your injuries

when the volcano blew up,



in the hot lava?



No. It happened

at our wedding.



He was hurrying

from the church



and fell

down the steps.



You poor wee bride,

after all that waiting,



it's been no marriage

for you at all.



You underestimate




I'm taking the night train

to London



then back

to Stockholm.



But you have a job

to do right here.






I'm writing my memoirs,



but I can't remember

everything that happened.



I see.

You need a widow



who can jog your memory

and take dictation.



I suppose I'm to report

every day from  :   to   :  ?



No. You can stay

in my house.



What would

Edinburgh say?



It's one thing to be with

a man under the earth,



and another under one roof

in Scotland.



Well, uh.

What do you propose?



That's not a word

I bandy about, Professor.



What did I say?

Which word?



I thought it would

catch in your throat.



Uh, madam!






Oh, thank you.



Uh, Madam Goetaborg!



Madam Goetaborg. Carla!



Yes, Oliver?






I warn you.



I'm wearing stays again.



Here's to the prof

of geology



Master of all

natural history



Rare boy, he



And rare boys, we



To know such

a big curiosity



To the prof,

aye aye aye aye



To the best,

aye aye aye aye



To the next,

aye aye aye aye



Aye aye aye aye







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