The Lost World Page #4

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dinosaurs pass us in the night.

- But we didn't see one.

- Exactly.

And until we do see one,

with our own eyes...

I'm not going to discuss

any further method of escape.

Well, in that case, we could be here

for the rest of our lives. Dinosaurs. Really!

The rest of our lives, senor;

The rest of our lives, senor;

Well, Summerlee, you may not like vegetables...

but they're certainly

crazy about you.

- Get me out of this monster!

A very affectionate plant, Summerlee.

Are you all right back there;

Yes. We're all right.

Go ahead. No harm done.

What do you mean ''no harm done'';

Come on.

Malone.

What the devil's that;

Challenger! Summerlee!

- What next;

- Oh, dear.

-johnny.

- Challenger.

- Yes.

- Frosty.

Look at that.

- Gomez.

- Quiet.

Summerlee.

- What is it;

- Very likely what we came to see in the first place.

Frosty. Frosty.

Come on, baby.

Come on, Frosty.

Come on. Aw, good.

-jennifer.

Johnny!johnny!

- Don't move,jennifer.

- There it is.

Big as life. I knew it was true.

I knew it!

Challenger.

Did you ever see such a monster;

- A dinosaur!

- I don't believe it.

Challenger,

how can I ever apologize;

And what'll they say

to this at home;

- They'll say you're a liar and a charlatan.

- In the face of Malone's photographs;

- ''Fakes,'' they'll say. ''Fakes.''

- Specimens then.

- Specimens;

But how could you get a gigantic creature

like that off this plateau;

Well, how do we get ourselves off,

senor; Our first thought surely-

- Challenger, run.! Run.!

Come on.

- Run, Professor!

- I can't.

- Well-

Look there.

- After her, Malone. Catch her.

- Hey!

- She's invaluable.

- I'll get her.

Hey!

Challenger. Malone.

David!

We're up here.

We found a good hiding place.

- Oh, David.

- Malone, where are you;

- Challenger, what happened;

- Are you all right;

- Yes, I'm all right.

- Where's Malone;

- Well, he's out there somewhere.

- I'll try to find him.

- Here you are, David.

- Where are you, Malone;

Here.!

Right here.

Good. You caught her.

- What in the world;

Quick. Up here.

Malone, hurry up.

- That's it. Come on.

- Quick. Come on, David.

- Ay. A girl.

- A real beauty.

We met informally in the jungle.

- Oh, oh, oh.

- Hey.

Can't you see

she doesn't understand you;

Poor girl. She probably thinks

we're trying to hurt her.

- Summerlee.

- Yes;

Interesting.

Native Indian.

Certainly not aboriginal.

Proving that her tribe must have

found a way up here to the plateau...

which also means there's a way down.

Yes, your theory makes sense...

except that, uh,

why would a tribe stay here;

Living with the dangers of this plateau

would be like pitching a tent in a cage of lions.

That's true. Uh, now, if the skull were cast

in a more primogenial mode-

- Careful, Summerlee. She bites.

- Oh.

Now, Summerlee. You were saying

that this young creature could be-

I'll tell you what she is.

She's a hundred pounds

of walking dynamite.

- Dynamite;

- She's explosive but lovely.

- And you dragged her in here.

Haven't you any sense at all;

- I told him to catch her.

The pantologic value here is incalculable.

This is a scientific expedition.

All right. It's a scientific

expedition.

But bringing this girl here

could result in all of us being killed.

But I don't see how.

Can't you understand, either of you;

This girl proves there's human life

on this plateau.

Her tribe will be

trying to find her.

Now, unless tracking is a modern art,

they'll find us too.

- But she'd already seen the both of us.

- And she followed you, eh;

Chased after the irresistible,

red-blooded American boy;

- But she wasn't after my title.

- What's this;

- Leavejennifer out of this.

- That's what I asked you to do- leave her out.

But you hedged. You had to

have her along to build up your ego.

- Mr. Malone!

- So you could go on boasting

that she was after your title.

Oh.!

Come on. Get up.

Get up.

What is it;

What'd you find;

What is it;

- Burton White's diary.

- Burton White;

Who is Burton White;

Or should I ask

who was Burton White;

You better read it for yourself.

Three years old.

''December the 1 0th.

''We're at the base of the plateau.

''Still no radio contact with...

- Roxton.''

- No contact with you;

- Were you here;

- Go on reading.

''The rains are coming.

We have to move fast.

We'll ascend to

the plateau tomorrow.''

- Ascend; How;

- White had a map showing the way up.

''December the 1 1 th,

reached the top of the plateau.

''No time to write now

of the marvels we've seen.

''Rain may come any day.

Heading for the diamonds tomorrow.''

''Diamonds,'' he said.

Diamonds, Gomez.

:Callate.!

''December the 1 2th.

Disaster has hit.

They came in the night.''

''They'';

''They've taken Colver,

Braddock, Santiago.

''Looks like they'll get me next.

''Still can't contact Roxton.

God help us all.''

Is that the last entry;

Professor.

- May I see it;

- Yeah. Me too.

Is there further mention

of the diamonds, Gomez;

I am not thinking of diamonds.

You've been holding out

on us, Roxton.

You knew about this plateau

even before Challenger.

- Oh, now,just a minute.

- I think you'd better tell us

the whole story,johnny.

I guess you're right,jennifer.

Actually, I suppose

it started centuries ago.

- The legend goes way back.

- The legend of Curupuri;

Of Curupuri, the terror...

and also of what Curupuri

seemed to guard.

The 16th century Spaniards

talked of it.

Voltaire wrote of it in Candide.

So he must have heard of it too.

El Dorado.

Nobody's ever been able to pinpoint it.

Always the word stood for

riches beyond compare.

Well, in our legend we have them both.

Curupuri and El Dorado.

A terror guarding riches.

Are you claiming

that this plateau is El Dorado;

I'm not claiming anything,

Professor...

except that, for me,

this story started three years ago...

when Burton White came to me.

He was an American.

He'd spent most ofhis life

tracking down...

ancient civilizations

and all that goes with it.

He told me ofhow, in some

Indian village out here in thejungle...

he'd met a fever-stricken

white man who...

babbled on about a plateau

with monsters and diamonds.

Curupuri. El Dorado.

Well, the man died.

He left a map- a map showing a jungle route

to the plateau and a way up to the summit.

What happened to the map;

White would never

let it out of his hands.

See, his interest was archaeological.

Mine was purely mercenary.

Diamonds were the only reason

I financed the expedition.

Burton White, jim Colver...

Jff Braddock.

And Santiago.

You knew him;

Many people along the Amazon

knew Santiago.

A very fine man.

Well, they started without me.

I promised to guide them, keep them

out of trouble, keep them from being killed.

- But you didn't.

- No, I never made it.

The rains were coming in a month.

White and his party pushed on...

expecting me to follow by means of

radio directions they were transmitting.

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