Journey to the Center of the Earth Page #3

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It's no good, sir.

It sounds

more Russian.

Kak tvoe imia?

My c toboi tovarishchi

polushashche?

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

It's a female prisoner.

And her lover.

Professor,

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.

Goetaborg,

I know you're

in there.

This is

Lindenbrook.

Goetaborg.

Do you see

what this is, laddie?

The very last word

in equipment.

Ruhmkorf lamps!

Oh!

Self-generating lamps.

How long will they burn,

Professor?

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 world below,

whatever it may be!

I shall wait here

till Goetaborg returns.

You...

wait, too.

Goetaborg may be

a strong man.

More treasure, sir.

Climbing boots,

alpenstocks,

blankets.

Food for months.

A chart with a...

P- P-Professor!

What?

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.

Alec,

you mentioned fate.

Slight correction...

Fate plus a few grains

of potassium cyanide.

He was against us.

Someone was even more

against him.

Who?

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 4:
00.

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 10 days ago,

he was joking on the pier

in Stockholm.

The moment

he arrived here,

he sent me a message

just with one word...

"Come."

Madam,

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.

Who?

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

about

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?

Poisoned.

Oh.

This is now

a police matter.

Send for them.

To your room first,

madam.

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?

Ill take it

off your hands.

We can

discuss it later.

Time is

running out.

My expedition must start

within 24 hours.

Your expedition?

Exactly.

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.

Madam.

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,

Lindenbrook,

"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.

Ah-ha.

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,

food.

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

Icelandic.

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

Expedition.

Madam.

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.

Naturally,

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 decision

is not yours.

The police need you

for the investigation.

I have already given

my testimony.

But madam, quite apart

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