The Land Unknown Page #3

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I had to clean up a bit.

Where's Steve?

Out looking for some fresh water.

I told him to stay close to camp.

Give me a hand with this, will you?

Maggie, will you please bring the oars?

What's the matter?

There's... There's something

back there. Awful.

There.

First of the flying lizards.

What a smell.

We better get back to camp.

It isn't safe here.

What's on your mind?

A dead animal is food.

I don't want to be here

to meet its consumers.

Come on.

Steve, you go fire up the engines!

Maggie, go with him.

Come on!

Come on!

More throttle!

That sound! What is it, Alan?

Whatever it was,

rex wanted no part of it.

You mean there's something

that thing's scared of?

The tyrannosaurus that attacked us is the

largest, most ferocious dinosaur of this era.

It's not only its size, but the structure...

Alan, no lectures now, please.

Obviously, the only place we've got

a chance is right here in this helicopter.

In that case, we better keep

our food supplies in here, too.

Right.

Come on, Steve. Let's get them.

We'd better all help.

I don't suppose there's any point

in asking which one of us did this.

Come on, Alan, you're the scientist.

What did it?

What could be worse

than that thing that attacked us?

Just people, Maggie. Just plain folks.

There weren't any humans in this age.

Fog's beginning to roll in again.

I don't think we'll ever

find a way up those cliffs.

Well, whatever it is,

at least it's keeping rex away.

Twenty-five more days and after that

we'll be the only humans in Antarctica.

That calendar of yours could be wrong.

Besides, they wouldn't think

of leaving without us.

Maggie, we gotta face it,

they can't risk 1,000 men

just for the four of us.

And once winter sets in, the ice pack

would crush their ships like matchboxes.

We've still got 25 days.

That's just about how long

my clothes are going to last.

You know, I got a name for this valley.

Hell's Chimney.

Fog really socks in, doesn't it?

Oh, Steve, isn't he darling! What is it?

I don't know. I picked him off a tree.

Was sure good to find

something small and soft,

something that wasn't ready to kill you.

Well, how do you do?

Know him?

Sort of a nodding acquaintance.

I think he's a tarsier, or a very close relative.

He's a mammal,

but it's his eyes that tell the story.

Observe, please,

they're on the front of his head

and not on the side like reptile or fish eyes.

Yes. This little fella

already has stereoscopic vision.

MAGGlE:

He certainly looks silly.

Not a very nice way

to talk about one of your ancestors.

One of my ancestors?

Mmm-hmm.

Homo sapiens junior. Very, very junior.

At this moment, he can't make up his mind

whether or not

he should become a real monkey.

But you will.

In 50 million years,

you'll be a monkey in a tree.

And then one day, you'll come down

and walk on your hind legs.

Another 50 million years flip by just "pfft,"

and you'll be Aristotle,

Galileo, Michelangelo, Mozart, Shakespeare.

What are we gonna be, monkeys?

I'm gonna get Shakespeare a drink.

Maggie!

Alan!

Maggie, where are you?

Maggie!

Any luck?

No, not a trace.

Commander, here's something.

It's part of her outfit.

I don't understand it.

No animal tracks here. No sign of a struggle.

Here's your answer, Alan.

Look at this!

These footprints were made

by a being physically very much like us.

That's all I can tell you.

Except whatever it is, it's got Maggie.

How do you know?

Where's the footprints?

She was being carried.

End of the line.

He used a boat.

He's on this river somewhere.

There!

That smoke's coming from a cave!

Here. Drink.

You're one of us. Who are you?

How did I get here?

I brought you here.

Where are the others?

Where are the others?

That's our food, isn't it?

It's mine.

The whole valley's mine.

Everything in it belongs to me,

including you.

What happened to the others?

They're dead.

You killed them.

One of the beasts did it for me.

How long have you been

in this valley?

Ten years.

A hundred years.

Time has no meaning

when you have nothing to wait for.

How have you managed

to stay alive?

Not on charity or pity

or the nobleness of the soul.

I survived because I'm the fittest to survive!

Because I've learned how to kill efficiently!

You must be very strong.

It's my intelligence that keeps me alive

and in control of this land.

The big beasts are stupid.

They kill when they're hungry.

But I plan murder ahead.

Do you know how?

No. Tell me.

Their eggs!

I destroy their eggs.

Why, that's...

That's very clever.

And those that I permit to live,

I control with this.

The sound frightens them.

Then it was you who...

Yes. That's how I rule them.

No! Don't!

Stay away from her!

Move away, caveman!

Caveman!

You won't call me that

after you've been here for 10 years.

You'll be crawling on your belly

like the rest of the beasts,

if you live that long.

You're out of your mind.

Don't say that!

Hold it, Jack.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure that he didn't mean to offend you.

The fact that you've been able to survive

in this terrible place

proves you're a man

of superior intelligence.

My name is Roberts.

Margaret Hathaway,

Lieutenant Carmen and Mr. Miller.

Now, who are you?

We crashed.

Four of us.

The '45 expedition.

A plane disappeared with four men aboard.

Four men.

Three are dead, but... Who am l?

I'm Hunter.

Dr. Carl Hunter.

After what he's been through,

it's no wonder he's like this.

This is your trouble, isn't it?

That's from our ship. How did you...

After we crashed,

I stored some of the wreckage.

I think you could replace this out of it.

I'll tell you where it is,

then the three of you will go,

and the woman stays here.

What? Oh, you're really crazy.

You don't seem to understand.

I'm giving you a way out of here,

the only way out.

What if we don't go along

with your proposition?

You will, and sooner than you think.

Do you see this?

In case you don't remember, it's a gun.

If I have to, I'm gonna blow a hole

right through your head.

We'll find the wreck without your help.

Maybe you will,

if you aren't trampled to death first

or eaten alive or die of starvation.

Wait till the Antarctic night comes

and for nine months the black air

hangs round you like a rotten rag.

And your eyes are blinded from the dark

and from your own sweat.

And you'll lose each other!

And you're alone!

Alone! Do you hear me?

Always alone.

Maggie, get out of here, quick. That way.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Maggie!

Maggie.

I backed into it.

It was horrible! Horrible!

It's all right now.

Where's Hunter? He was here.

Oh, we'll never get out of here, Alan!

Never, never, never!

Stop it! Do you hear me? Stop it!

This doesn't sound like you.

We're not licked yet.

Three lives for one, Alan.

No.

Don't you understand?

It's the only way. I've got to go to him.

We'll find the wreck, I tell you.

We don't have time.

Oh, please, Alan, let me do it.

No, and don't talk anymore.

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