The Lost City of Z Page #4

It is the cornerstone

of our civilization.

I must say, I did expect

more understanding from you,

and I am disgraced

by your ignorant posture.

- Mother!

- It's all right, darling.

I'm sorry we were shouting.

Run along, I'll come in...

Mother, please don't fight.

It's all right, Jack.

Go.

One hundred twenty-one miles

to Oviedo's last marking!

You should put some grease

on that.

Will do.

Where's Mr. Murray?

He's bringing up the rear,

chief.

Mr. Murray!

Yes?

How are you managing?

I am managing well, thank you.

My pack is just

a little heavy, it seems.

Perhaps I shall rid myself

of the unnecessary

accouterments, yes?

I wouldn't do that

if I were you.

You don't want

to be ill-equipped

for the journey ahead.

Well, yes. However...

An awful lot

of this scientific equipment

seems to be slowing us down.

When we reach the river, then.

But you must keep

one spare set of clothing

and, of course, your mattress.

I believe I shall

go naked as Adam

in this infernal heat.

What a sight that would be.

Let's keep going.

That bugger wishes he was back

on the south pole.

He'll pull his weight

soon enough.

Don't worry.

Shall we treat ourselves

to the mail, gentlemen?

We've still got the sacks

from San Carlos.

You got two from your wife

and son, major.

There's been a major discovery

in Peru.

Go on, then.

An American, Hiram Bingham,

he's found a...

A lost city in the Andes...

Machu Picchu.

He says that Dr. Hamilton rice

is hot on his trail.

Seems we're in a race

with the Americans now.

They're after a bit

of our prestige.

- He's too far north.

- Mm.

Still, proves

there's much to be found.

We've lost the other boat.

Savages!

Arm yourselves!

No!

Hold your fire.

Everyone out of the boat.

Take cover.

Mr. Manley!

Get your concertina!

- My concertina, sir?

- Yes, do it now!

Play "soldiers of the queen."

Come on!

Mr. Costin,

come and sing with me.

Come!

Are you ready?

And...

amigos.

Amigos.

Amigo! Amigo!

Amigo!

Boys, boys.

If the red man attacks,

you rally to me at all costs.

Rally to me at all costs.

Oh, good god.

His hat.

We're safe.

The chief has invited us

to be his guest.

Are you all right?

This is a tribe of cannibals.

I know. I know.

The chief explained

it's a dead member

of their tribe.

His spirit will enter them

if they eat it.

We must attempt to engage.

They may have

critical information...

- Oh.

- About our destination.

I'm... I refuse this madness.

I refuse it.

Men, come with me.

Come.

Boys, we have to get

back to that boat.

Costin.

S.

Gracias.

He's heard rumors of a city,

but he's not sure.

He said further up the river,

he thinks there will be

people who can help us.

All right, then.

Gracias, amigo.

Comida?

- Food?

- comida?

Comida. S, gracias.

That is remarkable.

That substance

only stuns the fish.

They don't kill

more than what they have to.

Remarkable.

These so-called "savages"

have cultivated the jungle...

where no one thought

it could be done.

We've been so arrogant

and contemptuous...

I no less than others.

Look how it's all laid out.

It's mathematical

in its precision.

Well, it's what

you've been saying.

Imagine what Z must be like.

Well, the canoes

are useless now.

We'll have to use the raft.

We leave at sunrise.

James?

James!

I think I found him.

Hello, old sport.

I appear to have

gotten myself lost.

Thank god you're all alive.

I had assumed that you

had been cannibalized

by those savages.

It's my leg.

I have a nasty wound.

It'll be looked after.

- Come.

- No.

We must keep moving.

I think I have

a bit of a fever coming on.

Mr. Manley,

help me clean all of this up.

This was in my bag.

It was a gift

from my wife and children

for all of us to share.

I know, I was just very...

Hungry.

I'm feeling a bit tired.

If you don't mind,

I'm going to rest for...

A while longer.

You have no right to be tired.

My own children,

at their tender ages,

could be counted on

more than you.

And I could be home with them,

and yet I am here with you

to attempt great things.

Have you water, please?

You'll get water

when we get to the raft.

Mr. Manley,

help me get him on his feet.

Stay where you are,

Mr. Murray.

It's essential

we keep the balance.

Murray!

- Stay down!

- Ah!

Stay down, god damn you!

Murray, stay on the ground!

Swim to shore.

We'll bank further down.

Swim to shore.

Let go!

Swim to shore!

- Please.

- Let go!

- No!

- You're tipping the raft!

We're losing supplies!

God damn you!

I said let go,

you pink-eyed weakling!

Let go!

Mr. Manley, help me!

Help me get to shore!

I'll grab him.

Shut up.

Chief, we've lost a third

of our rations.

I was drowning.

There was no chance of that!

And this,

after you stole our food!

I suppose I should have

starved myself.

That would have been

the honorable course of action,

wouldn't it?

Is that what you want?

You want me to die?

Please slow down.

Give a dying man a chance.

I just want to be dead.

The effrontery

of that young upstart,

his vulgar quest for glory...

like a Judas,

he has delivered me...

into this jungle.

Well, we're two weeks behind,

according to the sextant

and the charts.

Chief...

This leg wound of his

is becoming more infected.

You delivered me...

Mr. Murray's got

blood poisoning now.

From many evils.

I noticed.

The fierce cold in Antarctica...

You think he'll make it?

There's a slim chance.

Was I weak then?

He is not worth kissing

the hem of your garment,

as I am not worthy of yours.

Give me strength to survive.

He is not worthy.

No. No.

Yes, what is it?

There are mining encampments

south of us on the river.

In the morning, you will be

on your way to them.

I'm going to give you

our last horse

with what supplies I can spare

and an Indian to guide you.

I have a family at home.

I cannot allow you to jeopardize

the welfare of the entire crew.

You don't give a whit about me

or about any of the party.

You don't even care

about going home.

You only care...

About your lost city.

I'm going to see

if there's a path through!

Chief!

Chief!

Chief!

I saw it!

We're getting close.

Keep going.

You need to come back.

Gave the bloody bastard

our last horse,

and this is how he repays us.

Rations ruined.

Murray's covered them in oil!

Look at it!

We must turn back.

There is no turning back.

We are right here!

We've nothing to show

for our efforts.

No evidence.

What do we go on with?

With what we have on our backs?

It would last a week at most!

It's over, Percy.

To be sent to the RGs.

Mr. James Murray was forced

to separate from our expedition

to seek medical attention.

His location

is currently unknown,

and he has most likely perished.

The rest of the group

shall arrive back in England

as soon as is possible.

Looks like a war with Fritz.

We'd better all get home,

or we'll miss our chance

to fight.

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