The Lost City of Z Page #4

Bloody desperate lot

you've got us.

They're as dependable as any

can be found here, Mr. Costin.

We're the only ones

who'll pay them.

We'll do 12 hours a day.

No less.

The river will be our home

for the next two years.

We shall not fail.

Mankind awaits our discoveries.

Shoving off!

I can see the fish,

but... But I can't catch them.

Nothing again.

I don't understand.

The river is deep here.

There is plenty of fish.

It's a desert.

A green desert.

All right, pull it in.

We'll try again further up.

Major Fawcett?

What on earth is she doing

all the way out here?

Come to load rubber, no doubt.

Or maybe she's looking

for the gold of El Dorado.

It's German.

Trunk says "Hamburg".

There's someone aboard.

Hey, are you German?

Bist Du Deutsche...

Stand your ground!

Costin!

Piranha!

Get out of the water!

Stay down!

Where's Fawcett? Fawcett!

It's nothing.

Are we close?

Even the Indian's gone mad now.

He was talking to me

about gold cities today...

Like a little child.

He thinks we're conquistadors

to be led to our death.

Those Indians seemed a bit mad

to begin with.

I'd like you to read this to me

if you can.

If we are to meet our end here,

what difference does it make?

I'm afraid it would be

quite unbearable

for me to read it myself.

Feel free to summarize.

Right you are, sir.

Your wife has moved the family

to Devon.

She's given birth to a boy

named Brian.

Your oldest boy, Jack,

is excelling in all ways,

she says.

I see my son's face

in my dreams now.

What kind of fool am I

to leave my family

for this place?

What did you hope to achieve

out here?

I don't know.

All we have left now

is to get to the source

of the river.

Mr. Costin?

Major...

Food gone.

Jesus Christ,

we are dead from hungry.

One piece.

Jesus Christ.

Give me that!

Control yourselves!

We are not savages.

We're leaving

our bones here, major.

And for what?

A map?

Even if we get there,

we're not making it back

without any food.

Have you ever thought

about that?

We're here starving to death.

We're not even looking for gold.

Let's have at him.

My ear!

My ear!

My ear!

Next one will be up your ass.

Thank you, Mr. Costin.

No one's ever been here

before, chief!

No one!

Ever!

We made it!

Whoo!

The first!

What a find!

Whoo!

Major.

Major, we've lost the Indian.

He's run off.

He got us here.

Our last reading.

Am I dreaming this?

No...

I see it, too.

Please.

It's our only chance.

We'll starve.

Thank god.

Couldn't have done that better

myself, sir.

What is it, chief?

It's pottery...

In the ground.

Look, it's all over.

Look at this.

They're ancient.

Christ, he was right.

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