The Lost City of Z Page #2

for a minute.

Do you want to pick me a flower?

Uh...

Shall I throw the ball for her?

Yes.

Ready, steady.

Father.

Oh, I knew it!

It's all wet.

He'll not know you

when you return.

But you must go. I know that.

Indeed.

I have something to tell you.

Aw, I can't find it.

I believe I'm going

to have another child.

I know I'm having another child.

I can't see anything.

Don't be sad.

I'm an independent woman.

I had noticed.

Cheeky.

Darling...

I know this is a sacrifice

for all of us.

But it will be worth it.

I have no doubt.

Come here.

Listen to me!

You've been cheating me?

You're a dead man!

I'll bloody kill ya!

I'll cut your bloody throat!

You cheat at cards again,

and you're a dead man!

Who are you?

What do you want?

Henry Costin.

I replied to your advert

in the times.

I'm your aide-De-camp.

Mr. Costin?

Reporting for duty, sir.

We've been at sea a week.

Why are you just

presenting yourself now?

I wanted to make sure

you were up to the task, sir.

Are you drunk, Mr. Costin?

- No.

- You could have fooled me.

Well...

I might have had a little.

I've got, uh, a recommendation.

You'll see I'm skilled

at rifle and pistols.

A medal for bravery.

It's very impressive.

You have a family?

No, none at all.

I see.

So nothing to shed.

I take it you do, then?

Mr. Costin,

I would like to be clear.

My reputation as a man

rests entirely on our success.

I think you shall find me

capable of every sacrifice.

Therefore, I must insist.

Oh, right you are, sir.

You'll need all the fortitude

you've got.

Understood.

We are explorers now.

We just received a cable.

We have new orders...

To map the Verde river.

Please!

Find its source.

It forms a critical part

of the border

between Bolivia and Brazil.

Our survey route is to begin

at a place called

Fazenda Jacobina,

which does not appear to be

on this map.

I know Fazenda Jacobina.

It's an old rubber town.

It's meant to be

quite enchanting.

Really?

You may not be completely

useless after all.

Time is of the essence now.

War is at stake.

So you and I

and a couple of mules

are going to stop a war?

You and I are going to have

to depend on each other.

Neither of us

will survive this alone.

Right you are.

What's that you're reading?

A poem, from my wife,

by Kipling.

It's called the explorer.

Apt.

Would you like to hear it?

It will be a long way

until we reach Amazonia.

Be my guest.

"'There's no sense

in going further...

It's the edge of cultivation'

so they said,

and I believed it...

Broke my land

and sowed my crop...

Built my barns

and strung my fences..."

In the little border station

tucked away below the foothills

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