The Lost City of Z Page #7

- Of course I will. Of course.

- And have fun.

- Yes.

And be bold.

Good-bye, Joan.

Good-bye, father.

I love you.

On to Z, then.

And a new history.

Good-bye, dear boys!

Whoo!

Forty million, father.

The paper says 40 million people

are following our journey.

It's incredible.

It's wonderful.

How are you faring?

I've never felt better.

Neither have I.

We'll be on the river soon,

and if we're lucky,

to see an opera.

This is where they sang?

It's astonishing.

It's just a pity

you couldn't see it intact.

Yes.

The jungle is restoring

the balance.

Dearest cheeky,

this is the last letter

you shall receive

until we reach Z.

The rest of our party

is returning home.

Jack is acquitting himself

marvelously.

Today we reached

a tribe of Indians

who told us of a cave

entirely unknown

to anyone outside of their clan.

They tell

of an enormous rock there,

covered with painted pictures

of men and horses.

Its location is perhaps

the gateway to Z.

Cerca.

The chief has been

very generous to us here,

and he reminds me yet again

that we are all made

of the same Clay.

I expect we will be in touch

with the old civilization

within a month.

Thereafter, our fate

is in the lap of the gods.

You need have no fear

of any failure.

Stop, stop, stop.

Stay calm.

I know the approach.

Just keep going.

Amigos.

Amigos.

Amigos.

Amigos.

Right, go back the way we came.

Slowly.

Slowly, don't rush.

Into the brush.

Go!

Jack!

No, Jack!

Keep going!

Keep going!

Be brave.

Nothing will happen to us.

That is not our destiny.

We're going to die.

We're going to die here today.

So much of life

is a mystery, my boy.

We know so little of this world.

But you and I

have made a journey

that other men

cannot even imagine.

And this has given understanding

to our hearts.

I love you, father.

I love you, son.

A toast, shall we?

Actually, lord Bernard,

I wanted...

I wanted to read something,

if I could.

Now I'm in for it.

Stop it.

It's something I wrote

in the event

that I did not survive

the birth.

"My Percy, I know your first

instinct will be to grieve,

but I adjure you rather

to consider our son

and the love

you must show him."

I knew it would be a boy.

"Always teach him to dream.

To seek the unknown.

To look for what is beautiful

is its own reward.

And I beg you to remember

those words so easy to forget:

'A man's reach

should exceed his grasp,

or what's a heaven for?'

my dearest love forever."

A man came to see me yesterday.

He was from Brazil.

He has seen Jack and Percy...

Living with the Indians.

He says they claim

to have reached Z.

My dear, it's... It's...

It's been years.

We've sent almost 100 men

to look for your husband

and son, and...

I fear we have to accept

the inevitable.

Sir John, I confess

that the brutal wear

and tear is great.

And I suffer

with heart and soul.

It has taken...

All my strength of will

to push horrors from my mind,

but I beg you...

Not to lose confidence.

I cannot doubt...

After so many years

of sacrifice.

It has become

my own life's work.

The Brazilian gave me this

to give to you.

He said Percy told him

you would understand.

I have trained myself

to be impartial to evidence,

but surely...

surely this is a sign.

Yes.

I will have it examined.

Thank you.

That is all I can ask.

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