The Land That Time Forgot Page #2

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Down periscope. Down periscope.

Prepare to surface.

Both engines full ahead.

Both engines full ahead.

Shh. It's me.

Our bow is pointing

directly at the German ship.

Let's give them a surprise.

Tubes flooded. Ready to fire, Mr. Tyler.

Nice shooting, Mr. Tyler.

She had fuel, supplies, fresh water.

We have enough supplies for one week.

What do you propose

to do now, commander?

Bradley, put captain Von schoenvorts...

...back in the cooler.

Take him with you.

Get on the helm, Dietz.

We conserve our fuel,

we go on half rations.

And we'll see where the

current will take us.

Precisely.

Against my better judgment,

your instincts have

proved to be right so far.

I can handle my crew.

You understand submarines.

I consider that to be

our good fortune, commander.

Mr. Bradley.

Icebergs.

No.

There are no icebergs

north of 14 in these waters.

That much I know.

Then we must be South of 14, Dietz.

Impossible.

Hello, sir.

Hello, sinclair.

Open the door. Right, sir.

Captain. Mr. Tyler.

Come on.

Sit down.

Would you like a drink?

Captain Von schoenvorts, I, uh...

I need your help.

You need my help?

How?

We're lost.

I will help you.

No tricks.

No tricks.

What do you make of it?

Did you ever hear of caproni?

An early Italian navigator.

He followed cook about 1721.

People scoffed at his claims,

but I remember reading in his book...

...in which he describes a new continent...

...in the South seas--...

...a rockbound inhospitable coast...

...without beach or harbor...

...where he could make no landing.

He saw no sign of life.

He called it caprona and sailed away.

I believe that we are looking

at the coast of caprona--...

...uncharted and forgotten for 200 years.

Well, we'll have to do

what he couldn't do--...

...find a place to land.

If we don't...

...we'll die.

It seems there's no way in.

It is warm.

Mr. Bradley.

It's warm water, sir.

What is it? What'd you find?

Well, this is fresh water, and it's warm.

There must be a river...

...flowing into the sea near here.

Mr. Tyler.

There is your river.

An underground river?

We'll need the wings of angels...

...to find out where it starts.

I don't think so, Mr. Olson,

not with this submarine.

If that tunnel's as big as it looks,

we might get through.

Steady at the helm.

She's veering starboard two degrees.

Ease off two degrees.

Ease off two degrees.

Steady.

Both engines half ahead.

Both engines half ahead.

Starboard, there's a turn.

Starboard.

Full power both engines.

Full power both engines.

More power. Give me more power.

We have full maximum power now, sir.

Step up the mains,

it'll give us three more knots.

Herr kapitaen.

Step up the mains,

it'll give us three more knots.

Borg.

Step up the mains for full maximum power.

Half power port.

Starboard engine one half.

Full on port engine.

Full on port engine. Hang on.

Borg, check the aft bearings.

Aft bearings. Jawohl, kapitaen.

Slow both engines.

Two degrees starboard.

Two degrees starboard.

I see light.

I think we're through.

What a sight.

What is it, Mr. Tyler?

Nothing.

Down periscope.

Down periscope.

They look like pterodactyl.

But--but they can't be.

They've been extinct for millions of years.

If I am not mistaken...

That is a diplodocus.

A diplodocus?

Plesser, lay out the lead line.

Schwartz, hatch covers.

Look at that big crocodile.

Plesser.

Lisa, get below.

Von schoenvorts.

Bowen.

Aah.

Olson.

Olson.

Ah, splendid, Olson.

With the compliments of the chef,

lady and gentlemen.

Miss Clayton.

Is plesiosaurus a common dish...

...in the British Navy, Mr. Olson?

Ah, no, ma'am.

The chef confessed complete ignorance...

...of how to cook such a beast.

This is an old Irish recipe

I dreamed up for the occasion.

Thank you, Olson.

Bon apptit.

Thank you, Mr. Olson.

Should one drink white or red wine...

...with plesiosaurus, herr Von schoenvorts?

Mmm. Excellent.

Commander, I have a proposition for you.

For us here, the war in Europe...

...is meaningless, yes?

And I suggest that we

forget those differences...

...and work together

for our mutual survival.

That sounds good in principle,

captain Von schoenvorts,

but what if we were to find...

...some means of escape?

In that event,

we will take the submarine

to a neutral port...

...and surrender to the authorities.

All right.

But who's gonna command...

...our little force in caprona?

I will command my men, Mr. Bradley his,

the three of us will make the rules,

and you, Mr. Tyler, as a sort of neutral,

will be in charge.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Our time together, gentlemen,

promises to be extremely interesting.

Well, gentlemen, what do you make of it?

I'd say caprona was a volcanic crater.

A volcano, miss Clayton?

Mm-hmm.

But it's at least, oh, 200 Miles across.

I'd say it could be the largest volcano...

...in the history of our planet.

Ah, good.

Gentlemen, will you excuse me?

I want to analyze these samples...

...from a very remarkable river.

The water's absolutely alive.

They're not like anything

I've ever seen before.

They almost seem to have a purpose.

German metaphysics.

British empiricism.

Until we find a stream or pool...

...that is free of them,

we will have no drinking water.

Stop both engines. We're anchoring here.

Hindle, launch the boat.

It's like a geologic exhibit.

A world of life outside of time,

yet representing almost all

the ages of the earth.

Wonderful.

Wunderbar.

Yes, wunderbar.

This water certainly tastes good, whiteley.

Can.

Caprona has damn little

respect for guns, Mr. Tyler.

No, there's nothing wrong

with our shooting, gentlemen.

In primitive nervous systems

like this allosaurus,

even a fatal wound

might register in the brain...

...with a delayed action.

As your saying would have it,

'this chap was late for his own funeral.'

Hold him-- hold him down.

Get him down. Get him down.

Ga-lu.

Shh.

Ga-lu. Ga-lu.

Ga-lu.

Ga-lu?

Bo-lu. Bo-lu?

Bo-lu.

Bo-lu.

Bo-lu. Bo-lu?

Bo-lu. Bo-lu.

Bo-lu?

Ahm. Ahm.

Ahm?

Ahm.

Bowen.

B-- b--bowen.

Calm.

Easy.

Let's get back to the submarine.

Look out. Ga-lu.

Ga-lu. Ga-lu.

Sorry, ahm. No, Mr. Tyler.

He was trying to tell you something.

Well, he could've done it

a little less forcefully.

He's not an animal. He had a reason.

Now we should go.

All right.

Can we take him back to the submarine?

He may be of use to us.

Ahm had been friendly

until I tried to go South...

...instead of north as

he had indicated. ...

...I was not to realize why

until much later.

Sinclair. Mr. Tyler.

Help them up.

I've got him.

Jawohl. ...

...Jawohl. Jawohl.

What an amazing experience

it must be for him.

No more amazing than finding...

...ourselves here, miss Clayton.

His companions were a great puzzle.

Some were almost like apes,

others closer to...

Such variety in a single tribe.

Why?

There you are, my friend. Match, a match.

He knows about fire.

He's trying to tell you...

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