Journey to the Center of the Earth Page #5

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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 my Jenny

were here to see this.

Now that

the boy has gone

and Hans doesn't

understand English,

I must ask

a delicate question.

I'm blushing

already.

You're wearing stays,

are you not?

Professor!

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.

Alec!

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.

Unique.

Inexplicable.

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!

Professor!

Hans!

Ah!

Good God!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh. Aah!

Hold on to my arm.

My shoulder.

Hold on.

Oh, praise the Lord.

Oh!

Oh.

Alec.

Professor!

Hello!

Hello! Hello!

Hello! Hello!

Professor,

here I am!

- Here I am!

- Here I am!

Here I am!

Salt!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Alec!

Alec!

Alec! Alec!

Alec!

Professor, you can't

go on this way.

I've kept track of

the passage of days.

Try that channel

there.

We were there

yesterday.

We left marks.

He's not there.

I've got

to find him.

I'm responsible.

Oh.

I can see this

is a recent break.

Alec!

Alec!

Alec! Alec!

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.

Professor,

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

Expedition.

Yes.

Go on with it.

It was his project,

as much as yours.

Yes.

You're right.

We will proceed,

but we won't

call it

the Lindenbrook

Expedition anymore.

From now on,

it's the Alec McEwen

Expedition.

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 world now.

Stop!

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.

south-southeast.

Alec!

Alec!

Alec.

Alec!

Alec!

We'd given you up,

but you're

alive, laddie.

You're alive!

Professor.

Carla.

Hans.

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.

Aah!

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?

Guilty.

Guilty.

Hans.

Guilty.

Then the mandatory

sentence...

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 10 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.

Madam,

make a final note

while there

is still light.

Let me.

My arm's well.

No need.

Covered another

Temperature

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.

Why,

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.

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?

M. E...

McEwen Expedition.

Whenever I've said

Lindenbrook Expedition,

you've written

McEwen Expedition?

May I remind you

that months ago,

you gave me explicit

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