I think you ruffled his feathers.
Hmm very funny.
Meanwhile our dinner's disappearing.
Summerlee can always roast more lizard.
Not while I've got a king size chicken in my sights.
You were high left.
Oh really and have you ever fired a gun?
Ned's shown me once or twice.
Once or twice that doesn't really make you an expert in firearms now does it?
Doesn't take an expert to know you missed.
Everyone's a critic.
There!
I’ll circle around left try to cut off his retreat.
I’m not going to miss.
Of course not.
What the hell was that?
Oh no!
Roxton!
Sorry I was blinded by the light and he ran right by me.
Roxton?
I didn’t miss.
At the dawn of the century
A band of adventures
set out to prove the impossible
The existence of a prehistoric world
The Visionary
The Heiress
The Hunter
The Scientist
and The Reporter
All chasing the story of a lifetime
Stranded in a savage land
Befriended by an untamed beauty
Together they fight to survive
In this amazing world of lost civilizations...
and terrifying creatures
Always searching for a way home
A way out of...
the Lost World
You didn’t mean to shoot her...
it was an accident.
Roxton!
It could have happened to anyone.
But it didn’t, did it?
It happened to me, again.
Get down.
Thanks, Ned.
Professor!
Back already?
You’ll be happy to know that I’ve patched the leak in the balloon.
It’s as right as rain again.
Summerlee.
Good Lord what happened?
I shot her.
Why on earth did you do that?
Let’s get her inside.
The bullet wound is superficial just a crease really.
Thank God. Why is she still unconscious?
She must have hit her head when she fell. There’s rather a nasty bump.
You’re not going to leave her?
There’s not much else I can do.
No - not good enough.
John she needs to rest and let her body heal itself.
It’s not serious.
I’ll stay with her.
Call me if you need anything.
And you call this a sport.
Oh I think you’re about to see some action.
This one’s a monster. Get the net.
Well pull!
Ah got it!
Well pull!
I’m trying!
Where am I?
You’re safe that’s all that matters.
Oh no I’ve got to.
Try not to move. Summerlee!
Summerlee?
Whoa gently now, gently.
You’re supposed to be resting.
How are you feeling?
A little groggy. What happened?
I, ah I shot you...
sorry.
John Roxton.
You know me?
I’ve been searching for you for all of you.
No wonder he drowned his bag must weigh fifty pounds.
That’s a good theory.
There’s a better one. He hasn’t been in the water long.
So whoever killed him can’t be too far away?
Let’s see what his life was worth.
Whoa, well he certainly had a better day than we did...
except for being dead.
Where did he get all this stuff?
Grave robber most likely.
There are many cultures...
who bury their dead with plates, coins, jewelry...
things to ease their trip into the new world.
This however...
No I’ve never seen anything like this.
What do these etchings mean?
I’ve no idea; not like any native language I’ve ever seen.
Can you read this?
Seems to be directions.
For the dead?
Seek the world beyond...
through the window of souls.
The world beyond... does that mean heaven?
Or hell.
What if it doesn’t? What if it means our world,
the world beyond the plateau?
A way off.
There’s only one way to find out.
What the hell are you doing?
I’m going to find the world beyond.
We don’t even know where this stuff came from.
Sure we do, upriver.
Upriver? Where this guy got himself dead?
It’s a good place to start.
My name's Catherine Riley.
I’m part of expedition sent here to find you.
An expedition to rescue us?
Well mainly to rescue you Professor Summerlee.
The Zoological Society pushed you to go and after you disappeared.
Really, that’s very decent of them.
Where’s the rest of your party?
Ah they... they didn’t make it.
You’re saying they’re dead...
all of them?
What happened?
We were unprepared.
Well it was a rescue mission for Pete sake. Wouldn’t you come armed to the teeth?
Well no one believed Challenger was right.
We thought you’d all been lost in the Amazon.
The last thing we expected was to land in the middle of savages and Neanderthals.
Ape-men.
Those who survived the welcoming committee didn’t make it past the T-rex.
But you survived somehow?
I was lucky...
relatively lucky.
Yes well perhaps that’s enough for now.
Miss Riley needs to rest.
Lord Roxton?
Just Roxton will do Miss Riley.
The others, Challenger Malone, Miss Krux?
Are they here?
Well actually they’ve gone fishing but they should be back soon.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah I’m fine...
everything will be fine.
Just get some rest.
It looks like he went in the river here.
Scuff marks.
Yes definitely signs of a fight.
Two maybe three attackers.
Looks like an ambush.
Three on one, knife in the back, tossed him in the river, problem solved.
Gotta admit it’s efficient.
Hell of a price to pay for a few trinkets.
But not for this.
Well come on then; faint hearts never won fair maidens.
Never got knifed in the back either.
For a chance to get off this god forsaken plateau, I am willing to shed a little blood.
Yes I just prefer if it weren’t my own.
Get Down!
Thanks.
Now we’re even.
I guess that means that’s the right direction.
Yeah that makes me feel a whole lot better. Where you going?
To find a way home;
all the way home.
Coming?
Summerlee.
My dear girl you shouldn’t be up and about already.
I’m sorry
I wish there was some other way.
You’re obviously disoriented from that bump on your head...
Hands up!
You don’t need to tell me Summerlee, I can smell it from here...
tastes like...
Hey, over there.
Don’t! On the table!
I knew it...
you’re not on any rescue mission.
Yes I am...
it’s just not you I’m trying to save.
Tie them up, tight.
Not a chance.
Don’t make me shoot you.
Look...
whatever trouble you’re in, we can help you.
Stay back.
Or else?
I don’t have time for this.
You can’t shoot all of us.
No? But I can kill him or maybe the girl.
Which life are you willing to sacrifice?
In the chair! Now!
Sorry old boy.
I need to know. How long was I unconscious?
How much time did I lose?
Two hours maybe three.
Three hours? They must have found the body.
They must be half way up river by now.
They? They who?
I don’t have time to explain not that you’d believe me. Tighter!
What the hell is this place?
It’s some sort of shrine.
These characters look like the same ones that were on that tablet.
They are.
So the other world was Heaven.
Not necessarily.
Seek the world beyond through the window of souls.
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
What’s the eye if not the window to the soul?
Marguerite.
Just hold them off.
We could use a hand!
Got it!
Malone!
Cover me!
Go!
Malone!
Hang on!
Watch out!
I can’t hold them off!
Please don’t let go of me.
What the hell is going on up there?
It’s all right; I’m a friend.
Malone anything bad I have ever said about you.
Marguerite Krux fancy meeting you here.
Who the hell are you?
An ambassador from your future.
Do be careful Roxton.
Oh not to worry Summerlee, I probably taste like chicken.
Ah got it.
I don’t understand why didn’t she kill us?
We weren’t the ones she was after.
Do you think... surely not the others?
They should have been back by now.
You stay here Summerlee just in case.
We’ll never catch her.
She’s had too much of a head start.
The balloon!
I had to fill it to check the patch it’s ready to fly.
Then let’s go and the next time I shoot her it won’t be an accident.
You can’t really expect us to believe you’re from the future?
A hundred years into the future to be exact.
Right.
Of course you’re the skeptic;
the newspaperman Ned Malone.
And you sir, George Edward Challenger...
it’s a real honor to meet you.
As well as this lady of course...
a true heroine.
Marguerite?
Now I know you’ve got a screw loose.
Hey!
Well if you don’t believe me perhaps you’ll believe this...
Slowly does it.
Where I come from you’re exploits are legendary the stuff myths are made of.
I like the sound of that.
But we haven’t returned.
Not yet.
Oh my God look at that date.
April 16th 1920.
That’s four months from now.
And so we left him there ...
hoping scarcely daring to believe that this unfortunate man...
might lead us finally home.
And then we found the shrine.
It seems sir that you have the advantage over us.
My name is James Kemper...
but more importantly today is the day Marguerite finds the key of souls...
and uses it to uncover a passage off the plateau.
So this is our ticket out of here.
Well I take it back you are a hero.
Time travel it’s absurd pure fantasy.
As were your theories regarding dinosaurs.
And like you - few people believed I’d survive this trip,
much less succeed.
Even if we were to believe this incredible story...
it still doesn’t explain...
What the hell you’re doing here?
I’m not the only one who’s traveled back in time.
Of course not, damn tourists.
This isn’t a joke Marguerite.
Someone doesn’t want you to make it home.
We should have spotted her by now.
And more than that we should have seen Challenger and the others by the river.
Where the hell are they?
There!
Take us down.
Catherine!
Hang on! Take us up! Take us up!
I am!
Come on! I’ve got you.
You wouldn’t drop me?
You wouldn’t lie to me?
No I swear.
Now what the hell are you up to?
I’m here to kill Marguerite.
The future? Right.
Sounds like something out of H.G. Wells.
I know everything about you, everyone does.
Lord John Roxton born Jan 12th 1882...
never married inherited the title after his brother was killed in a hunting accident.
- Dies June 23 192... - No
I don’t want to know.
1920
That’s six months from now.
She doesn’t have very much faith in you does she?
June 23rd, go ahead and read it, it was Marguerite’s.
Lord John Richard Roxton died this morning...
the latest victim of this horrible disease ravaging London.
Raptors and ape-men couldn’t kill him...
how strange he should be taken by something so small.
I though he would live forever.
Enough games...
I want the truth.
That is the truth or it will be.
The plague that kills you, Marguerite is a carrier.
And it isn’t just London that is ravaged by it, it’s the world.
Marguerite destroys half the world.
And you say that man has been to the moon?
Sure, and beyond.
So Jules Verne was right.
And the atom what about the atom?
Man it’s what fueled my journey here.
Incredible.
How did you get on, did you find anything?
Destiny shouldn’t be this hard.
These ruins go on forever.
Marguerite’s already found the key.
Why don’t you just tell us where the door is and we’ll move on out of here.
I wish I could.
The exact location wasn’t mentioned in the histories.
Apparently it was a secret you kept to your grave.
Remind me to be more chatty next time.
What I don’t understand is why anybody would want to kill Marguerite.
The door of souls leads to a network of passages it takes you weeks to get out.
You nearly starve.
Suddenly this doesn’t sound quite so appealing.
But on the way you discover the mother load of an unknown crystal,
concentrates sunlight, transforms it into pure energy.
A cheap inexhaustible source of energy...
now that would change the world.
And does.
To some it’s worth a fortune to others cost them their fortune.
And you become a very, very rich woman.
Someone has to.
But why kill her?
If Marguerite isn’t alive to discover the crystal the world becomes a different game.
New winners and losers...
and so an assassin is hired...
fanatic, she’ll stop at nothing to destroy you.
Then let’s keep moving, Challenger.
I’ll check up ahead.
Catherine, what happened to my parents?
I thought you didn’t believe me?
Do I find them?
You stop looking.
No I would never stop looking.
When the others leave you stay behind to keep searching.
Malone promises he’ll return for you...
he never does.
Ned?
After a while you leave the plateau to come after him...
you couldn’t have known.
He was already dead, the plague.
It looks like its all clear.
Look out!
Well there’s a trick right out of Marguerite’s bag if ever I’ve seen one.
These men are guardians of an ancient temple
sworn to keep the gateway between our two worlds closed.
The gateway Marguerite’s about to open.
Yes.
So what are they going to do about us?
They’re going to help us.
So hasn’t you telling us about the door already changed history?
It seemed a risk worth taking.
What happens to me?
I was wondering when you would get around to asking.
Sure you want to know?
No but tell me anyway.
Nothing to worry about.
You come home a hero.
How could Gladys refuse you after that?
Gladys, I marry Gladys?
Your book about your adventures becomes a best seller.
You and Gladys travel the world.
When her father retires you even take over the family business you know the newspaper.
Really? I’ve never thought of myself as much of a publisher.
Well you do okay but it’s your son who really shines.
He turns it into an empire.
My son?
Two daughters and a son you’re a lucky man.
Unbelievably lucky I’d say.
Especially since Gladys can’t have children...ever.
Really?
It’s her biggest regret.
So, tell me again how I have a son.
It’s a modern miracle.
My God I’m really here.
Marguerite?
Oh my God!
What is it? What’s wrong?
We’re too late
Marguerite’s already found the key of souls.
The key, but not the door right?
They should be close by now... too close.
But as long as she doesn’t go home?
You don’t understand.
As soon as she goes through the gateway...
she’ll breathe in spores that have been dormant for thousand of years.
What do you mean spores?
They mutate becomes a deadly virus.
But Marguerite lives?
She has a natural immunity...
so she’ll carry it with her and infect everyone she meets.
There’s still a chance that...
No, I’m sorry.
What the hell are you doing?
Million of lives are at stake.
I can’t let you stop me.
Catherine! Catherine!
Malone!
Thank God you’re here.
What happened?
We were attacked.
How many?
I don’t know five maybe six.
I didn’t hear any shots.
That’s how it works.
This is it, this has got to be it.
I did it.
I found the way home.
Don’t move.
Marguerite I’ve found you at last.
I wish I didn’t have to do this.
That makes two of us.
No one knows better than me how ugly destiny can turn...
Except you.
Wait!
Please don’t shoot me in the back...
at least let me see your face.
All right.
Don’t go through that door.
Who are you?
I’m Catherine, I’m your great granddaughter.
Don’t be ridiculous.
How else would I have this?
It’s yours, the legacy you left me...
along with your genetic immunity.
Toss it over here, easy.
Handwriting could be mine.
Do you have any idea what it’s like to live while everyone around you,
everyone you care about dies.
You will, October 15th 1922...
a month after my grandmother was born.
They have finally traced the genesis of this horrible disease to me.
I have caused thousands already to die...
and who knows how many more as this contagion spreads.
No!
Keep reading.
And one other, one death more...
of the man I loved.
I thought I was a hero.
I didn’t know I was bringing him home to die.
Home is waiting for you through that door...
and so is the plague that will murder millions.
I did this?
It wasn’t your fault.
You didn’t know until it was too late.
Marguerite.
Put it down now!
Roxton, look!
They’re alive.
Hey Malone wakey wakey hey!
Kemper the way home.
Where’s Marguerite?
That way.
Stay with them.
Be careful.
Watch out for Kemper.
Family reunions, they’re so depressing.
What have you done?
She was going to kill you.
She wanted to stop me from spreading a plague.
But my dear Marguerite...
if you don’t destroy the world how can I save it.
There never was any crystal was there?
Sorry but by the time you discovered my little fib...
you would have already been infected with the virus.
Why?
Money of course, and power.
You see I’m the one who finally finds a cure for Krux’s syndrome.
You would condemn the world for money?
Don’t look so shocked Marguerite you’re about to do the same.
Go ahead greet your destiny.
Don’t.
No.
Don’t be a fool...
you’ll be rich, famous. You’ll have everything you ever wanted.
You’ll be a little isolated in your later years but that’s the price you pay for celebrity.
For God sake by all accounts you’re nothing but a cold hearted.
Don’t grow a conscious on me now.
What can I say...
you shouldn’t believe everything you read.
I could just force you through...
lock the door behind you.
You’d have to keep going or starve to death in the tunnels.
We all have to go sometime.
Have it your way.
She inherited your genetic immunity.
If I have to I’ll drag her through the tunnels myself.
Either way I will have my plague.
Drop the gun.
Lord John Roxton I presume.
Oh no.
I’ve got you. I’ve got you.
What are you doing?
Cheating fate.
The doorway?
Closed, forever.
Thank you.
What are you thanking me for...
for getting you killed?
No,
thanks to you I will never have lived.
Get back Marguerite.