The Lost World
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- 1960
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Ted Bottomly here, with the BBC Special
News Service Bureau at London Airport.
Well, the midday transatlantic
jet has just landed.
A tranquil beginning to what could possibly
prove to be a highly explosive moment.
For this is the homecoming of that
indomitable zoological professor...
George Edward Challenger.
How dare you!
Gentlemen, please.
Allow the passengers to descend first.
- Professor, please. I'm from the Mirror.
- Are you indeed;
I'm Ed Malone, Global News.
I'd like a few words, if you don't mind.
- I have no doubt.
- We've heard some hair-raising
tales about your expedition.
- Would you care to say a few words;
- Anything I have to say...
about the expedition will be said tonight
at the institute and not before!
What about New York eight hours ago;
Why'd you punch that reporter on the nose;
- What provoked you to hit him;
- I'll tell you what provoked me, sir.
He made the same mistake
that you are making:
he invaded my privacy,
just as you are doing now.
Come now. This is all in the interest
of news making. Surely you realize-
- I realize that you're in my way, sir! Outrageous!
- Hey!
Hey, have you gone crazy;
Oh, my head. My back.
Fools! Imbeciles!
Have you no sense of decency;
Out of my way!
Hey, look out! Watch it! Careful!
Go away. Go away.
You're a pack of fools.
Reporters- invaders of privacy.
How dare you! How dare you!
Fools! Will you get out of my way!
- Frosty. Here, Frosty.
Frosty, stop that.
Come back here. Stop that.
- I'm sorry. She-
- Yeah.
- Yeah, well, somebody's crazy.
I'll get even with that guy
even if it means losing my job.
Oh, don't get so
carried away, Mr. Malone.
The professor's merely eccentric.
Oh, sure. Eccentric enough
to be in a padded cell.
How'd you know my name;
''Ed Malone, Global News Service.''
- Oh, I'm afraid there goes your story.
- And there goes my bus!
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Say, look. My car's right here.
I can give you a lift into town.
- I appreciate that.
I have to change these wet clothes and then
get out to that lunatic's meeting tonight.
That makes two of us.
I'm going also.
- You;
- My name is jennifer Holmes.
That's right.
Your boss's daughter.
You didn't really think I was in the habit
of picking up strangers, did you;
- Mr. Malone, you'd better come along.
I think so.
Examiner! Read all about it.!
Challenger assaults London newsman.!
Evening Forum. Read all about it.!
Fiery professor reveals secrets
to Zoological Institute tonight.!
Professor.
Ah. Summerlee.
Hmm.
- Who's he;
- That's Professor Walter Summerlee.
He's Challenger's bitterest critic.
The redhead is Challenger.
My lords, ladies and gentlemen,
your attention, please.
Thank you.
- Well, the man in the puddle. Hello.
- Hello.
Johnny, uh, this is
Mr. Edward Malone.
- Lord john Roxton.
- How do you do;
- Hi.
- That's the man on the front page.
Should be quite
a delightful evening.
- Shh!
Bless you.
I have been asked to introduce
our distinguished colleague-
whose international standing
as a zoologist is so highly regarded.
Such an introduction
poses no problem.
The professor has
a remarkable aptitude...
for getting himself in the headlines
by clashing with the press-
head-on, you might say.
As you know, the professor
has recently returned...
from a protracted trip
of the headwaters of the Amazon River-
a trip engendered by his desire
to verify certain conclusions...
which I myself had come to-
- Ha!
with regard to the Cucama Indians.
The professor has returned
with, uh, a report...
which he insists will turn
the scientific world topsy-turvy.
He claims to have seen
certain strange things.
- At least that's what he says.
But he has been known to exaggerate.
Therefore the institute
does not necessarily accept...
or endorse any opinions
expressed here this evening-
uh, that is,
by Professor Challenger.
But again, in fairness, we must all admit
that he has contributed much...
- although noisily-
to both zoology and anthropology.
And so, fearing the worst,
but with the pious hope...
that he may be persuaded to
refrain from using that, uh-
he so frequently punctuates his opinions...
I give you Professor
George Edward Challenger.
Ladies and, uh, gentlemen...
when my distinguished colleague implies
that we have been in disagreement...
he pays me a high compliment.
And when he expresses
reasonable skepticism...
he is not being unreasonable...
not in view of
the fantastic discovery...
which I shall not minimize
by any false modesty.
- That was not one of my fears, Professor.
Ladies and gentlemen,
prepare yourselves for a shock...
for I bring you news
of a discovery so staggering...
as to rate with
the feats of Columbus...
Edison and Einstein.
About 2,000 miles up-country...
outpost of civilization...
which is loosely described
as the headwaters of the Amazon...
on a wild and unscalable
jungle plateau so isolated...
as to insulate the area
from the laws of evolution...
there exists today
many forms of creatures...
long believed to be extinct.
- What sort of creatures;
For heaven's sake, not now.
The Indians call them Curupuri.:
''the terrible spirits of the woods.''
Although I have never reached the top,
from the base of that plateau...
I have seen these creatures
with my own eyes.
Curupuri. To the Indians,
creatures of the supernatural.
And well they might be.
For we know them as gigantic creatures...
of the long dead
jurassic period.
In other words...
- live dinosaurs.
- You're a fake.!
- Ridiculous!
Liar!
- Who called me a liar;
You must forgive us, Professor,
but did you say dinosaurs;
Your hearing is excellent.
Were they big dinosaurs, Professor;
I do not deal in small dinosaurs.
I assume that you have photographs
of these dinosaurs, Professor.
No, sir.
I have no photographs.
On my way downriver the boat overturned
and all my equipment was lost.
- Hmm. Pity.
In 40 years as a scientist
I have never been known to lie.
I say that they were live dinosaurs.
Live dinosaurs! And I challenge
the world to dispute what I say.
- Can you prove what you say;
- Put me to the test, young man.
I further propose
that a new expedition...
consisting of Professor Summerlee
and myself...
together with two impartial
and acceptable members of this audience...
proceed at once to the Amazon...
to investigate my claim
of the existence of a lost world.
- Hear.! Hear.!
- Well said. Hear, hear.
The dry season in the Amazon
ends in November. So I further propose...
that the necessary extensive
preparations be undertaken at once...
in order that we may leave
not later than four weeks from today.
Professor, I would be the first to approve
of such an undertaking...
but the institute has limited funds.
- We have only-
- The money will be forthcoming...
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