The Lost City of Z Page #6

Mr. Keltie...

I think you should find

my mind perfectly fit...

and still open, thank heavens.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I would like to introduce

one of our brothers

whose achievements

are now known to you

and not inconsiderable...

Major Percy Fawcett.

Thank you, sir.

By rights,

I should be with my husband.

It's... It's men only,

I'm afraid, madam.

My esteemed colleagues,

it is now my firm belief

that Amazonia is far more

than the green desert

which many of us had supposed.

I am proposing that Amazonia

contain a hidden civilization.

One that may well

predate our own.

Major Fawcett,

I am Mr. William Barclay,

of Bedford.

And I have been

to south America.

Please, Mr. Barclay,

I'm sure we'd all be thrilled

to hear about your holiday.

But we are currently discussing

exploration.

Now, to be clear,

are you insisting

on mythical kingdoms of gold?

Now... Now, those fantasies

lured the conquistadors

to their destruction.

Sir, it was

the conquistadors and we

who have been destroying

Amazonia.

I have seen with my own eyes

evidence of their civilization,

and I assure you, sir,

it is real.

Perhaps it is too difficult

for some of you to admit.

We, who have been steeped

in the bigotry of the church

for so long

cannot give much credence

to an older civilization,

particularly one created

by a race the white man

has so brutally condemned

to slavery and death.

Are... Are you insisting

that these savages...

They're our equals?

I do not know, Mr. Barclay,

but I intend to find out.

What, savages

in Westminster Abbey?

Hence your disrespect, sir.

But what is at stake?

If we may find a city

where one was considered

impossible to exist,

it may well write

a whole new chapter

in human history.

Yes.

- Yes!

- Consider my evidence.

I have archeological finds!

Antiquities as sophisticated

as any in Asia or Europe...

In the middle of the jungle!

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans!

Settle down, children.

Settle down!

After my return from the jungle,

I have examined

a signal document

dating from the conquistadors,

Mr. Barclay.

It states explicitly

the discovery of a lost city.

Uncovered in Trinity college,

Dublin, this week,

by my lovely wife.

Written by a Portuguese soldier

in 1753.

And I quote,

"we came upon the ruins

of an ancient city,

bedecked with gold.

Roads, temples,

ancient symbols."

What, El Dorado?

No, gentlemen!

No!

- I call it Z.

- Z?

The ultimate piece

of the human puzzle!

It is there,

and we must find it!

Mr. Fawcett!

Mr. Fawcett, I say we return!

I say we go and find the glory!

What say you?

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