Journey to the Center of the Earth
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- Year:
- 1959
- 132 min
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Congratulations.
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.
Paper!
Paper!
Paper!
Paper!
It's such an honor
for Edinburgh.
I cannot take
your money.
Thank you.
Paper! Paper!
Congratulations,
Professor.
- 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!
Ah.
It cost 4.17.
I was on the committee
that made the collection.
I thank you,
McEwen.
5 was subscribed.
That left
three shillings.
You won't give me
the change?
I expended it on this,
a little extra token
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
heavy.
It could serve
as a paperweight.
Do you like it,
Professor?
It's a scholar's choice.
Where are you
eating tonight?
Oh, this being Tuesday,
I'm not eating.
Oh?
It's healthy to eat
every other night.
Be at my house at 8:00.
I'm entertaining
some faculty.
I don't think I could.
What's the matter,
McEwen?
You used to visit
my house regularly.
Do those frayed cuffs
worry you?
My other shirt
is at the wash.
We're scientists.
That's one society where
frayed cuffs don't matter.
We've all had them.
Yes, Sir Oliver.
Lava?
I swear there's
something inside.
There's Uncle now,
Kirsty.
And high time,
too!
Ohh!
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.
Ill 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.
Miss Jenny, set the table.
Mr. McEwen is fixing
a stuck key.
Shh.
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?
No.
Careful it doesn't
go too high, Paisley.
It's just about
the limit now.
I gave no permission
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 1 in 10 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?
Fujiyama?
No.
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.
Precisely.
There's a piece
chipped off.
By me.
What's
the rock inside?
Icelandic peridotite,
naturally.
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 world?
What's your conclusion?
Science does not
jump to conclusions.
Science is not
a guessing game.
We'll melt off
the crust of lava.
Mr. Paisley.
Add 10 cc of aqua regia.
Not too fast now.
I shall write to Professor
Goetaborg of Stockholm on this.
He's the world'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?
Maybe
the whole night.
Who cares?
Jenny.
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.
Alec!
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.
Possibly.
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?
Alone.
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 world
down below.
The laughter stopped
when he disappeared,
never to be
heard from...
until tonight.
Get out of here,
woman!
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?
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