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mike tesko · « **Reply #705 on:** February 04, 2018, 07:17:AM »

Quote from: mike tesko on February 04, 2018, 07:08:AM

No, it doesn't because you haven't proved or established that those words were spoken in that version of the film, it iss probably the case that if those words were spoken at all, they were spoken in the latter production of the same movie...

So, what your saying is that the whole of Admiral Byrds diary extract from the 19th February 1947, is repeated in that version of the movie which was produced in 1937?

Admaril Byrd's Diaries:-

FLIGHT LOG: BASE CAMP ARCTIC, 2/19/1947

0600 Hours- All preparations are complete for our flight northward and we are airborne with full fuel tanks at 0610 Hours.

0620 Hours- fuel mixture on starboard engine seems too rich, adjustment made and Pratt Whittneys are running smoothly.

0730 Hours- Radio Check with base camp. All is well and radio reception is normal.

0740 Hours- Note slight oil leak in starboard engine, oil pressure indicator seems normal, however.

0800 Hours- Slight turbulence noted from easterly direction at altitude of 2321 feet, correction to 1700 feet, no further turbulence, but tail wind increases, slight adjustment in throttle controls, aircraft performing very well now.

0815 Hours- Radio Check with base camp, situation normal.

0830 Hours- Turbulence encountered again, increase altitude to 2900 feet, smooth flight conditions again.

0910 Hours- Vast Ice and snow below, note coloration of yellowish nature, and disperse in a linear pattern. Altering course foe a better examination of this color pattern below, note reddish or purple color also. Circle this area two full turns and return to assigned compass heading. Position check made again to base camp, and relay information concerning colorations in the Ice and snow below.

0910 Hours- Both Magnetic and Gyro compasses beginning to gyrate and wobble, we are unable to hold our heading by instrumentation. Take bearing with Sun compass, yet all seems well. The controls are seemingly slow to respond and have sluggish quality, but there is no indication of Icing!

0915 Hours- In the distance is what appears to be mountains.

0949 Hours- 29 minutes elapsed flight time from the first sighting of the mountains, it is no illusion. They are mountains and consisting of a small range that I have never seen before!

0955 Hours- Altitude change to 2950 feet, encountering strong turbulence again.

1000 Hours- We are crossing over the small mountain range and still proceeding northward as best as can be ascertained. Beyond the mountain range is what appears to be a valley with a small river or stream running through the center portion. There should be no green valley below! Something is definitely wrong and abnormal here! We should be over Ice and Snow! To the portside are great forests growing on the mountain slopes. Our navigation Instruments are still spinning, the gyroscope is oscillating back and forth!

1005 Hours- I alter altitude to 1400 feet and execute a sharp left turn to better examine the valley below. It is green with either moss or a type of tight knit grass. The Light here seems different. I cannot see the Sun anymore. We make another left turn and we spot what seems to be a large animal of some kind below us. It appears to be an elephant! NO!!! It looks more like a mammoth! This is incredible! Yet, there it is! Decrease altitude to 1000 feet and take binoculars to better examine the animal. It is confirmed – it is definitely a mammoth-like animal! Report this to base camp.

1030 Hours- Encountering more rolling green hills now. The external temperature indicator reads 74 degrees Fahrenheit! Continuing on our heading now. Navigation instruments seem normal now. I am puzzled over their actions. Attempt to contact base camp. Radio is not functioning!

1130 Hours- Countryside below is more level and normal (if I may use that word). Ahead we spot what seems to be a city!!!! This is impossible! Aircraft seems light and oddly buoyant. The controls refuse to respond!! My GOD!!! Off our port and starboard wings are a strange type of aircraft. They are closing rapidly alongside! They are disc-shaped and have a radiant quality to them. They are close enough now to see the markings on them. It is a type of Swastika!!! This is fantastic. Where are we! What has happened. I tug at the controls again. They will not respond!!!! We are caught in an invisible vice grip of some type!

1135 Hours- Our radio crackles and a voice comes through in English with what perhaps is a slight Nordic or Germanic accent! The message is: ‘Welcome, Admiral, to our domain. We shall land you in exactly seven minutes! Relax, Admiral, you are in good hands.’ I note the engines of our plane have stopped running! The aircraft is under some strange control and is now turning itself. The controls are useless.

1140 Hours- Another radio message received. We begin the landing process now, and in moments the plane shudders slightly, and begins a descent as though caught in some great unseen elevator! The downward motion is negligible, and we touch down with only a slight jolt!

1145 Hours- I am making a hasty last entry in the flight log. Several men are approaching on foot toward our aircraft. They are tall with blond hair. In the distance is a large shimmering city pulsating with rainbow hues of color. I do not know what is going to happen now, but I see no signs of weapons on those approaching. I hear now a voice ordering me by name to open the cargo door. I comply.

Admiral Byrd continues

“From this point I write all the following events here from memory. It defies the imagination and would seem all but madness if it had not happened.

The radioman and I are taken from the aircraft and we are received in a most cordial manner. We were then boarded on a small platform-like conveyance with no wheels! It moves us toward the glowing city with great swiftness. As we approach, the city seems to be made of a crystal material. Soon we arrive at a large building that is a type I have never seen before. It appears to be right out of the design board of Frank Lloyd Wright, or perhaps more correctly, out of a Buck Rogers setting!! We are given some type of warm beverage which tasted like nothing I have ever savored before. It is delicious. After about ten minutes, two of our wondrous appearing hosts come to our quarters and announce that I am to accompany them. I have no choice but to comply. I leave my radioman behind and we walk a short distance and enter into what seems to be an elevator. We descend downward for some moments, the machine stops, and the door lifts silently upward! We then proceed down a long hallway that is lit by a rose-colored light that seems to be emanating from the very walls themselves! One of the beings motions for us to stop before a great door. Over the door is an inscription that I cannot read. The great door slides noiselessly open and I am beckoned to enter.One of my hosts speaks. ‘Have no fear, Admiral, you are to have an audience with the Master…’ I step inside and my eyes adjust to the beautiful coloration that seems to be filling the room completely. Then I begin to see my surroundings. What greeted my eyes is the most beautiful sight of my entire existence. It is in fact too beautiful and wondrous to describe. It is exquisite and delicate. I do not think there exists a human term that can describe it in any detail with justice! My thoughts are interrupted in a cordial manner by a warm rich voice of melodious quality, ‘I bid you welcome to our domain, Admiral.’ I see a man with delicate features and with the etching of years upon his face. He is seated at a long table. He motions me to sit down in one of the chairs. After I am seated, he places his fingertips together and smiles. He speaks softly again, and conveys the following. ‘We have let you enter here because you are of noble character and well-known on the Surface World, Admiral.’ Surface World, I half-gasp under my breath! ‘Yes,” the Master replies with a smile, ‘you are in the domain of the Arianni, the Inner World of the Earth. We shall not long delay your mission, and you will be safely escorted back to the surface and for a distance beyond. But now, Admiral, I shall tell you why you have been summoned here.

“Our interest rightly begins just after your race exploded the first atomic bombs over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan. It was at that alarming time we sent our flying machines, the “Flugelrads”, to your surface world to investigate what your race had done. That is, of course, past history now, my dear Admiral, but I must continue on. You see, we have never interfered before in your race’s wars, and barbarity, but now we must, for you have learned to tamper with a certain power that is not for man, namely, that of atomic energy. Our emissaries have already delivered messages to the powers of your world, and yet they do not heed. Now you have been chosen to be witness here that our world does exist. You see, our Culture and Science is many thousands of years beyond your race, Admiral.’ I interrupted, ‘But what does this have to do with me, Sir?’ The Master’s eyes seemed to penetrate deeply into my mind, and after studying me for a few moments he replied, ‘Your race has now reached the point of no return, for there are those among you who would destroy your very world rather than relinquish their power as they know it…’ I nodded, and the Master continued, ‘In 1945 and afterward, we tried to contact your race, but our efforts were met with hostility, our Flugelrads were fired upon. Yes, even pursued with malice and animosity by your fighter planes. So, now, I say to you, my son, there is a great storm gathering in your world, a black fury that will not spend itself for many years. There will be no answer in your arms, there will be no safety in your science. It may rage on until every flower of your culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in vast chaos. Your recent war was only a prelude of what is yet to come for your race. We here see it more clearly with each hour.. do you say I am mistaken?’

‘No,’ I answer, ‘it happened once before, the dark ages came and they lasted for more than five hundred years.’ ‘Yes, my son,’ replied the Master, ‘the dark ages that will come now for your race will cover the Earth like a pall, but I believe that some of your race will live through the storm, beyond that, I cannot say. We see at a great distance a new world stirring from the ruins of your race, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will be here, my son, safe in our keeping. When that time arrives, we shall come forward again to help revive your culture and your race.

Perhaps, by then, you will have learned the futility of war and its strife…and after that time, certain of your culture and science will be returned for your race to begin anew. You, my son, are to return to the Surface World with this message…..’ With these closing words, our meeting seemed at an end. I stood for a moment as in a dream….but, yet, I knew this was reality, and for some strange reason I bowed slightly, either out of respect or humility, I do not know which.

Suddenly, I was again aware that the two beautiful hosts who had brought me here were again at my side. ‘This way, Admiral,’ motioned one. I turned once more before leaving and looked back toward the Master. A gentle smile was etched on his delicate and ancient face.

‘Farewell, my son,’ he spoke, then he gestured with a lovely, slender hand a motion of peace and our meeting was truly ended.

Quickly, we walked back through the great door of the Master’s chamber and once again entered into the elevator. The door slid silently downward and we were at once going upward. One of my hosts spoke again, ‘We must now make haste, Admiral, as the Master desires to delay you no longer on your scheduled timetable and you must return with his message to your race.’ I said nothing. All of this was almost beyond belief, and once again my thoughts were interrupted as we stopped. I entered the room and was again with my radioman. He had an anxious expression on his face.

As I approached, I said, ‘It is all right, Howie, it is all right.’ The two beings motioned us toward the awaiting conveyance, we boarded, and soon arrived back at the aircraft. The engines were idling and we boarded immediately. The whole atmosphere seemed charged now with a certain air of urgency. After the cargo door was closed the aircraft was immediately lifted by that unseen force until we reached an altitude of 2700 feet. Two of the aircraft were alongside for some distance guiding us on our return way. I must state here, the airspeed indicator registered no reading, yet we were moving along at a very rapid rate.

215 Hours- A radio message comes through. ‘We are leaving you now, Admiral, your controls are free. Auf Wiedersehen!!!!’ We watched for a moment as the flugelrads disappeared into the pale blue sky.

The aircraft suddenly felt as though caught in a sharp downdraft for a moment. We quickly recovered her control. We do not speak for some time, each man has his thoughts….

ENTRY IN FLIGHT LOG CONTINUES:

220 Hours- We are again over vast areas of ice and snow, and approximately 27 minutes from base camp. We radio them, they respond.

We report all conditions normal….normal. Base camp expresses relief at our re-established contact.300 Hours- We land smoothly at base camp. I have a mission…..

END LOG ENTRIES
___
March 11, 1947. I have just attended a staff meeting at the Pentagon.
I have stated fully my discovery and the message from the Master. All is duly recorded. The President has been advised. I am now detained for several hours (six hours, thirty-nine minutes, to be exact.) I am interviewed intently by Top Security Forces and a medical team. It was an ordeal!!!! I am placed under strict control via the national security provisions of this United States of America. I am ORDERED TO REMAIN SILENT IN REGARD TO ALL THAT I HAVE LEARNED, ON THE BEHALF OF HUMANITY1111 Incredible! I am reminded that I am a military man and I must obey orders.

30/12/56: FINAL ENTRY:

These last few years elapsed since 1947 have not been kind…I now make my final entry in this singular diary. In closing, I must state that I have faithfully kept this matter secret as directed all these years. It has been completely against my values of moral right. Now, I seem to sense the long night coming on and this secret will not die with me, but as all truth shall, it will triumph and so it shall.

This can be the only hope for mankind. I have seen the truth and it has quickened my spirit and has set me free! I have done my duty toward the monstrous military industrial complex. Now, the long night begins to approach, but there shall be no end. Just as the long night of the Arctic ends, the brilliant sunshine of Truth shall come again….and those who are of darkness shall fall in it’s Light…FOR I HAVE SEEN THAT LAND BEYOND THE POLE, THAT CENTER OF THE GREAT UNKNOWN.

Admiral Richard E. Byrd United States Navy 24 December 1956

Editor’s note: One should not read too much into the Germanic connection. The swastika is an ancient religious and Buddhist symbol. Hitler was a black magician and arch enemy of mankind. Both he and Goehring relentlessly pursued occult secrets and artifacts. They even tried to go to ‘the center of the Earth.’ I guess they might of known something of import at psychic levels, if this account by Byrd is true.

There are many types of fields of energy interpenetrating this planet. There are many planes of existence. There are lower realms where demons and entities lie in wait for those who do not have the light to go to etheric realms after death or even at night for that matter. I suggest you ask your favorite angel or saint to take you up to etheric planes as you sleep.

Whose to say that there aren’t different types of civilizations inside the earth as well, Germanic or otherwise. Admiral Byrd could have had a predilection for Nordic myths or several embodiments in the Germanic regions, so his experience could have been seen through the prism of his consciousness.

I find it very interesting that this happened right around the time of the Roswell incident. So here you have Truman and others from the industrial military complex worried about extra-terrestrials and the threat they pose trying to decide what to do with Bryd’s fantastic tale. They put the lid on it just as they did with Roswell. They do not trust us with the truth and do not want us to have the truth.

As fantastic as Admiral Byrd’s tale is, it most be given credence as the master said, because of Byrd’s impeccable character; and this is just the sort of cover-up our government has perpetuated more and more on us in the last 60 years. Without the truth, without true prophecy, without the realization of the Divine nature within, the people cannot be set free and they will not be free of the descent of their own karma.

Is Our Earth Really Hollow?-6/15 by Gerry Forster, This is a fascinating piece discussing the subject from every perspective. Disparate views are brought in from all sorts of sources including, Bulwer-Lytton, Blavatsky, The Roerichs, Admiral Byrd and Buddhist theology regarding Shambhala. Editor

mike tesko · « **Reply #706 on:** February 04, 2018, 09:57:AM »

Quote from: Caroline on February 03, 2018, 01:01:AM

1937 - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0029162/?ref_=fn_al_tt_2

LOST HORIZON

Screenplay
by Robert Riskin

based on the novel by James Hilton

Shooting Draft, 1937

Columbia Pictures

FADE IN:

Over the titles we see SUPERIMPOSED the snow-capped
mountains leading to Shangri-La.

CLOSE-UP of an impressive-looking book. The covers open
and the pages turn. The first page reads:

In these days of wars and rumors of wars - haven't you
ever dreamed of a place where there was peace and security,
where living was not a struggle but a lasting delight?

THE SECOND PAGE READS:

Of course you have. So has every man since Time began.
Always the same dream. Sometimes he calls it Utopia -
sometimes the Fountain of Youth - sometimes merely "that
little chicken farm."

THE THIRD PAGE READS:

One man had such a dream and saw it come true. He was Robert
Conway - England's "Man of the East" - soldier, diplomat,
public hero—

THE FOURTH PAGE READS:

Our story starts in the war-torn Chinese city of Baskul,
where Robert Conway has been sent to evacuate ninety white
people before they are butchered in a local revolution.

The fifth and final page reads:

Baskul - the night of March 10, 1935.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BASKUL FLYING FIELD - NIGHT

1. LONG SHOT

The field is aflare with floodlights - on one side is an
office building - on the other are hangars. The whole field
is filled with Chinese refugees running around wildly. An
Army transport is in front of the office building, motors
going.

2. REVERSE SHOT

Showing in the distance, probably several miles away, the
effect of a burning city, which is Baskul. Over the shot
we hear the steady boom-boom of gunfire. In the f.g., we
see the silhouetted figures of Chinese running away from
Baskul and toward the Camera, their personal packs on their
backs.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Toward office building. Conway comes out of the building,
followed by a small group of white people with frightened
faces. They have to fight their way through a horde of
milling Chinese.

4. MEDIUM SHOT

As Conway and group finally reach the plane where Conway
forces the white people in. In this he is aided by his
brother, George, a young and vigorous Englishman. The pilot
sticks his head out of the cockpit.

PILOT
Conway, we can't take more than
seven!

Conway pulls a passenger out and gives the pilot a signal
to start.

CONWAY
(to passenger)
All right. I'm sorry. There will
be another plane in a minute. All
right - go on.

5. LONG SHOT

Motors roar, and the plane starts to move, scattering those
of the Chinese who were unfortunately too close to the
ship. Conway and George rush back into the office building.

INT. LARGE OFFICE ROOM

6. FULL SHOT

There are about thirty white refugees, men, women and
several children. They all lift their panicky faces to
Conway and George as they enter. A barrage of questions
are flung at them.

AD-LIB
Are there any more planes? Do you
think the bandits will come here?
Please take my wife next, Mr.
Conway!

CONWAY
Wait, wait! Everybody, wait! There
are plenty of planes coming. Now
everybody have patience. Everything
will be all right.

He crosses to a back room.

GEORGE
You have nothing to worry about.
Leave everything to my brother.

INT. RADIO ROOM

7. MEDIUM SHOT

As Conway enters to speak to operator.

RADIO OPERATOR
Yes, sir - with seven passengers
aboard.

RADIO SPEAKER
Seven passengers? Good.

CONWAY
Get me Shanghai.

OPERATOR
I'm talking to them now, sir.

CONWAY
Hello? Hello?

RADIO SPEAKER
Hello. Hello.

CONWAY
(into mike)
Conway speaking. Is Colonel Marsh
there?

COLONEL'S VOICE
Right here, Conway. Go ahead.

8. CLOSE SHOT

As Conway continues into mike.

CONWAY
Colonel, I need more planes. I've
still about twenty people to get
out. Where are those planes you
promised us?

COLONEL'S VOICE
We sent everything we could find,
Conway.

CONWAY
They better get here soon or I
can't be responsible—

9. WIDER ANGLE

As George rushes in.

GEORGE
Bob! I think I hear motors!

CONWAY
(listening - then
into mike)
Colonel, wait a minute, they may
be here now!
(to George)
Say George, get down on that field
and guide those planes in when
they get here.

GEORGE
Yes.

He starts for the door.

CONWAY
And be sure that none of the natives
get in.

GEORGE
(exiting)
Yes.

CONWAY
Hello? Colonel?

COLONEL'S VOICE
Hello, Conway. Yes?

CONWAY
Thanks - and take care of that
liver of yours.

COLONEL'S VOICE
Oh, ho - my word!

INT. OFFICE ROOM

10. FULL SHOT

As Conway enters.

CONWAY
All right, get ready everybody.
The planes are here.

The people crowd around him pleading for priority.

CONWAY
One at a time. Children first.
Where are they? Come on now, and
stand over here.

A woman pushes some children forward.

CONWAY
Where's the mother?

PRIEST
(standing nearby)
They're orphans, Mr. Conway.

CONWAY
I see. All right.
(directing people
aside - pulling
out an old lady)
Well, you come - right over here -
and you, and you—
(looking off scene)
—come on—

OLD MAN
What about us, Mr. Conway?

CONWAY
Gentlemen, please wait your turn.

11. CLOSE SHOT

A girl slouched in a corner. We meet Gloria Stone, a surly,
wan-looking prostitute.

GLORIA
You'd better take some of those
squealing men with you first. They
might faint on you. I'll wait.

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

Something of a smile crosses his face.

CONWAY
Just as you say!

Just then, a terrific explosion is heard in the distance.

13. FULL SHOT

All the lights go out. Everybody starts screaming.

CONWAY
(sharply)
Whoa! Don't lose your heads now -
I'll see what it is.

He dashes out.

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING

CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR

Conway rushing out, meets George coming back.

GEORGE
The power house - they've blown it
up! The planes can't land without
lights.

CONWAY
(thinking fast)
Come on! We'll burn the hangar.
That will make light for them!

He grabs a lantern and dashes off.

15. MEDIUM SHOT

As they run through the screaming mob toward the hangar.

INTERIOR HANGAR

16. FULL SHOT

It is filled with Chinese refugees clinging to their
household goods. Conway and George enter. Conway speaks to
them in Chinese, ordering them out. Some hesitate, and
they have to push the terror-stricken waiting coolies out.
When they have all left, Conway opens the spigots of several
gasoline tanks, waits for the fuel to spill on the ground,
then tosses a lantern on the fuel, igniting a blaze. At
the same moment, he and George dash for the door.

EXTERIOR FIELD

17. LONG SHOT

Conway and George rush out of hangar. When they are at a
fairly safe distance, the building bursts into flames.

DISSOLVE TO:

18. LONG SHOT

Against a background of the burning hangar, a plane is
just leaving the ground, as another one is landing.

19. MEDIUM SHOT

Of Conway, signalling.

CONWAY
All right, go ahead!
(to George)
We go on to the next plane. Bring
out any people that are left.

GEORGE
Right, Bob.

REVERSE ANGLE - LONG SHOT

Shooting toward the burning city of Baskul in the distance.
We see the bandits coming, flashing bayonets, in pursuit
of screaming refugees.

21. MED. SHOT FRONT OF OFFICE BUILDING

Conway emerges, followed by Gloria, and an American,
Barnard. CAMERA FOLLOWS THEM to the ship just as the pilot,
Fenner, is climbing down from cockpit.

CONWAY
Hello, Fenner.

FENNER
(broad grin)
Hello, Conway. Having a little
trouble?

CONWAY
You never mind me. Get this gadget
off the ground.

George is pushing off Chinese.

GEORGE
Bob, these are all that are left.

CONWAY
(to George)
Come on! Quick! This way.

MED. SHOT AT PLANE

When Conway and others approach, George helps Gloria Stone
up, while Conway faces the mob, punching at those who try
to wedge their way forward. Finally one of them manages to
get his foot on the step, and Conway pushes him violently.

CLOSE SHOT - MAN

Who staggers back and falls, sprawling. As he hits the
ground, he yells:

MAN
You can't leave me here, you
blighter.[2] I'm a British subject!

We meet Alexander P. Lovett.

24. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway looks his surprise and lifts him off the ground.

CLOSE SHOT - A CHINAMAN

Glaring off toward Conway, picks up a board and starts
toward Conway.

26. MED. CLOSE SHOT ENTRANCE TO SHIP

George emerges in time to see the Chinese lift the board
and about to clout Conway on the head. George moves quickly,
puts out his left hand, wards off the blow and with his
right he punches the Chinese, who reels out of the scene.

GEORGE
Look out, Bob!

27. MEDIUM SHOT

A shadowy figure materializes in the cockpit, and clubs
Fenner from behind. He shoves Fenner aside and takes his
place.

28. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway pushes George up and starts to mount himself. He
looks off - and what he sees startles him.

CONWAY
(yells off)
All right, Fenner! Go ahead!

29. LONG SHOT

Of what Conway sees. Several trucks loaded with bandits -
in makeshift uniforms - come tearing up the road - come to
a stop. Some fire toward plane - others are setting up
machine guns. Droves of refugees scramble to cover.

INT. PLANE

30. FULL SHOT

Already present are Barnard, an American; Gloria Stone,
the prostitute; and Lovett, whom we saw dressed as a
Chinese. Conway slams the door shut - looks off - then
cries:

CONWAY
Get down on the floor, everybody.
Go ahead, Fenner!

They all fall on their faces.

GEORGE
Fenner, let's go!

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Of the new pilot setting the controls and lifting the plane
into flight.

EXT. FIELD

32. LONG SHOT

As the plane swings around - taxies crazily - and leaves
the ground, accompanied by gunfire of the bandits.

INT. PLANE

33. FULL SHOT

The occupants are still on the floor. Conway rises and
glances out of a window, warily.

CONWAY
(mumbling)
Well, I guess we're out of range.
(to others)
Everybody all right?

There are murmurs of "Yes" - "I'm all right" - as they
raise themselves.

GEORGE
Whew! That was close.

34. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway starts for the back seat and suddenly sees Lovett.

CONWAY
Where did you come from?

LOVETT
I'm Alexander P. Lovett, sir.

CONWAY
Why aren't you registered through
our office?

GEORGE
(chiming in)
It would serve you right if you
were left behind.

LOVETT
(high-pitched voice)
How could I know that a war was
going to break out right over my
head!
(a grave injustice)
Right over my head. Oh, my word! I
tell you, those Chinese were
pouncing on me from every direction.
I had to get into these ridiculous
clothes in order to escape.

CONWAY
Where were you hiding?

LOVETT
Hiding? Oh, no. Hunting - I was in
the interior - hunting fossils.
This morning I looked up suddenly—

CONWAY
I know - and a war broke out right
over your head.

GEORGE
The next time you're in wild country
like this, keep in touch with the
British Consul.

CONWAY
Aha - very good, Freshie.[3] Very
good. You'd better put his name on
the list and make out a report
later.

He proceeds to the back seat. Barnard, the American, who
is in front of Lovett, leans over toward him.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

Barnard and Lovett.

BARNARD
I beg your pardon, brother. What
did you say you were hunting?

LOVETT
Fossils.

BARNARD
Fossils, huh?

LOVETT
I'm a paleontologist.

BARNARD
(blankly)
A what?

LOVETT
A paleontologist.

BARNARD
Oh, I see.

Lovett produces a small box clutched under his arm.

LOVETT
I have here a discovery that will
startle the world. It's the
vertebrae from the lumbar of a
Megatherium,[4] found in Asia.

BARNARD
Well, what do you know about that!

LOVETT
Found in Asia!

BARNARD
Uh-huh.

LOVETT
When I get home I shall probably
be knighted for it.

BARNARD
Knighted! You don't say. Do you
mind if I take a look at it?

LOVETT
(proudly)
Not at all.

He lifts the lid and Barnard peeks inside.

INSERT: OF BOX

Wrapped carefully in absorbent cotton is something that
resembles a dry chicken bone.

BACK TO SCENE:

Barnard reaches for the box, but Lovett pulls it away from
him.

BARNARD
Sorry.

LOVETT
This is the only thing I was able
to save when those heathens
surrounded me.

BARNARD
(he is allowed to
take it out and
examine it -
unimpressed)
Uh-huh.

LOVETT
You see, from this vertebrae I
shall be able to reconstruct the
entire skeleton.

BARNARD
Wait a minute, you expect to be
knighted for finding that soupbone?

LOVETT
It was the vertebrae of a
Megatherium - found in Asia.

BARNARD
Yeah, I remember. You said that
before.

LOVETT
Sir Henry Derwent was knighted,
and he never got beyond the mesozoic
era.

Barnard stares at Lovett unbelievingly.

BARNARD
Ah, poor fellow.

Lovett glares at him resentfully, and snaps the lid shut
on his box.

LOVETT
Yes, it just shows—
(taking offense)
I don't know why I'm talking to
you. I don't know you. Who are
you?

BARNARD
(turns away)
Okay, brother.

LOVETT
Don't call me brother.

BARNARD
Okay, sister.
(chuckles to himself)
No offense. No offense!

36. CLOSE SHOT - GLORIA AND BARNARD

Gloria sits slumped in her seat, looking glumly out. Barnard
glances at her curiously. Finally he makes a friendly
overture.

BARNARD
Cigarette?

Gloria turns her head, surveys Barnard coldly, and without
responding, turns back.

BARNARD
I say, will you have a cigarette?

GLORIA
No.

BARNARD
(unabashed)
Say, you're an American, aren't
you?

GLORIA
(irascibly)
Say, listen - will you go and annoy
the rest of your playmates? Let me
alone!

He shrugs his shoulders and slides back into his seat.

37. FULL SHOT

All is silent for a moment. Conway is writing on a small
pad - which he rests on an uplifted knee. George is
rummaging through a closet - rear of the cabin.

38. MED. SHOT - GEORGE AND CONWAY

Conway still writes, undisturbed. George reaches into the
closet and emerges with a bottle of whiskey. His face lights
up.

GEORGE
(holds up bottle)
Hello! Look what I found!

He crosses to Conway.

GEORGE
Just what I needed too.

CONWAY
(looks up - smiling)
You?

GEORGE
Just this once, Bob. I feel like
celebrating. Just think of it, Bob -
a cruiser sent to Shanghai just to
take you back to England. You know
what it means.
(hands him cup)
Here you are. Don't bother about
those cables now. I want you to
drink with me.
(holds his cup up)
Gentlemen, I give you Robert Conway -
England's new Foreign Secretary.

Conway watches him, amused. George gulps down his drink.

CONWAY
(after a slight
hesitation - downing
his drink)
Hurray!

GEORGE
How I'm going to bask in reflected
glory!
(dreamily)
People are going to point to me
and say, "There goes George Conway -
brother of the Foreign Secretary."

CONWAY
Don't talk nonsense. Give me the
bottle.

Conway takes the bottle from him and pours himself a second
drink.

GEORGE
That's why they're sending for
you, Bob. With all these foreign
entanglements, it was bound to
happen. They need you.

Conway, with a poured drink in hand, laughs.

GEORGE
All right, you can laugh if you
want to. But who else can they
get? Who else is there in all of
England half the fighter, half the
diplomat, who has half your
knowledge of the foreign situation?
They can't stop you now, Bob.

mike tesko · « **Reply #707 on:** February 04, 2018, 10:07:AM »

Conway moodily pours himself a third. He downs the drink
as we

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. PLANE

CLOSE SHOT OF CONWAY

We find Conway, asleep in his seat, his head on his hands.
George approaches and tenderly spreads a jacket over his
shoulders. Conway stirs, opens an eye.

CONWAY
(drunkenly)
Hello, Freshie. Did you make that
report out yet?

GEORGE
Yes, Bob.

CONWAY
Did you say we saved ninety white
people?

GEORGE
Yes.

CONWAY
Hurray for us. Did you say that we
left ten thousand natives down
there to be annihilated? No, you
wouldn't say that. They don't count.

GEORGE
You'd better try to get some sleep,
Bob.

CONWAY
Just you wait until I'm Foreign
Secretary. Can't you just see me,
Freshie, with all those other
shrewd, little Foreign Secretaries?
(confidentially -
screws up face)
You see, the trick is to see who
can out-talk the other. Everybody
wants something for nothing, and
if you can't get it with smooth
talk, you send an army in. I'm
going to fool them, Freshie. I'm
not going to have an army. I'm
going to disband mine. I'm going
to sink my battleships - I'm going
to destroy every piece of warcraft.
Then when the enemy approaches
we'll say, "Come in, gentlemen -
what can we do for you?" So then
the poor enemy soldiers will stop
and think. And what will they think,
Freshie? They'll think to themselves -
"Something's wrong here. We've
been duped. This is not according
to form. These people seem to be
quite friendly, and why should we
shoot them?" Then they'll lay down
their arms. You see how simple the
whole thing is? Centuries of
tradition kicked right in the pants—
(pause - drily)
—and I'll be slapped straight into
the nearest insane asylum.

He starts to pour himself another drink.

GEORGE
You'd better not drink any more,
Bob. You're not talking sense.

Conway downs the drink, and then chuckles cynically.

CONWAY
Don't worry, George. Nothing's
going to happen. I'll fall right
into line. I'll be the good little
boy that everybody wants me to be.
I'll be the best little Foreign
Secretary we ever had, just because
I haven't the nerve to be anything
else.

GEORGE
Do try to sleep, Bob.

CONWAY
Huh? Oh, sure, Freshie. Good thing,
sleep.

He grunts and squirms. George tucks him in.

CONWAY
Did you ever notice the sunrise in
China, George? Ah, you should.
It's beautiful.

He gets settled. George relaxes and, leaning back, shuts
his eyes.

LONG SHOT OF CABIN

It is quiet. All are asleep. CAMERA MOVES FORWARD SLOWLY
until it reaches the glass panel leading to the cockpit.
The pilot's face turns. Instead of Fenner we see a strange,
Mongolian face - with sharp, piercing eyes. A half-smile
plays across his mouth.

EXT. SHOT OF PLANE

LONG SHOT OF PLANE

Flying at high speed against a moonlit sky. We stay on the
shot until it vanishes, a mere speck, over the horizon.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SHOT - DAWN

42. LONG SHOT

The morning sun peeks over a mountain top. From the same
direction, as if arriving with the sun, the ship looms up,
and comes roaring toward us.

INT. PLANE

43. FULL SHOT

All are asleep except Lovett, who fidgets on his seat.
Then Barnard stirs - opens his eyes - and stretches. As he
does so, he sees that Lovett is awake.

BARNARD
Good morning, Lovey.

LOVETT
I beg your pardon.

BARNARD
I say, good morning, Lovey.

LOVETT
Good morning—

(CATCHES HIMSELF)
Look here, young man.

BARNARD
Eh?

LOVETT
I didn't care for 'sister' last
night, and I don't like 'Lovey'
this morning. My name is Lovett -
Alexander, P.

BARNARD
I see.

LOVETT
I see.

BARNARD
Well, it's a good morning, anyway.

LOVETT
I'm never conversational before I
coffee.

Barnard glances out of the window, looks around outside
thoughtfully.

BARNARD
Wait a minute. Is it a good morning?
Say, we're supposed to be traveling
east, aren't we?

LOVETT
Why, of course. Yes.

BARNARD
Well, it looks to me as if we're
traveling west.

LOVETT
That's ridiculous.

BARNARD
Is it?

LOVETT
It certainly is.

BARNARD
Look here—

LOVETT
Any child knows how to tell
direction. Any child. I don't care
where the child is - in the air,
on the earth, or in the sea. If
you face the rising sun, your right
hand is the north, and your left
hand is the south—

BARNARD
I always get it twisted because
I'm left-handed.

LOVETT
Oh, really?

BARNARD
Yes.

LOVETT
Well, you just reverse it. Your
left hand is—
(tries to explain -
gets confused and
irritated)
What difference does it make what
'hand' you are? The north is the
north!

BARNARD
Uh-huh. All I know is - the sun
rises in the east, and we're going
away from it.

LOVETT
Now you're irritating and absurd!

CLOSE SHOT - LOVETT

As he sulks by himself, looks around - locates the sun in
back of him - smiles - satisfied he's right, throws a
condescending glance over at Barnard - then suddenly his
face clouds - the whole thing dawns on him.

LOVETT
(jumps up shrieking)
Oh, my word - of course - yes.
Boy! Boy, we're traveling in the
wrong direction! Wake up! We're
going in the wrong direction!

45. FULL SHOT

Conway is still asleep.

GEORGE
(concerned for Conway)
Couldn't you arrange to make a
little less noise?

LOVETT
I tell you, we're going west, and
Shanghai is east of here!

GEORGE
Be quiet! Fenner's the best pilot
in China. He knows what he's doing.

LOVETT
(not quite reassured)
It's Fenner.

BARNARD
He might have lost his way.

LOVETT
Of course. That's what I told them
last night. You can't expect a man
to sail around in the dark.[5]
During this George has been looking
around - he rises.

GEORGE
All right, all right. Calm yourself.
I'll talk to Fenner.

He crosses to panel leading to cockpit, CAMERA FOLLOWING
HIM. When he gets there he knocks on the window.

GEORGE
Fenner! I - I say—

George knocks again. From the cockpit side - the small
shade suddenly snaps up - and George finds himself staring
into the face of the mysterious pilot. He takes an
instinctive step backward. The pilot turns his head. CAMERA
ANGLE WIDENS as George keeps backing up until he gets to
Conway. George turns to Conway and shakes his shoulder.

GEORGE
Bob! Bob!

Conway stirs in his sleep, slowly opens his eyes, yawns
and stretches. Throughout it, George speaks.

GEORGE
Wake up! Something's happened! It
isn't Fenner in the cockpit!

Conway looks at him, glances off toward the others, and
back at George.

CONWAY
(dismissing him
with a gesture)
Oh, stop it!

GEORGE
The bloke up there looks a Chinese,
or a Mongolian, or something.

BARNARD
We're nowhere near Shanghai. We're
going in the opposite direction.

This interests Conway and he looks out of the window.

CONWAY
We're over the desert. That's funny.

Then rising, he crosses to cockpit. The others watch him
expectantly.

46. GROUP SHOT - AROUND COCKPIT

Conway pounds on the panel. The face of the pilot appears
in sight. Conway tries to ask him something in Chinese.
The pilot glares at them for a second, then a gun is shoved
out at them. Instinctively they back away.

CONWAY
Charming chap.

BARNARD
(not being funny)
Nice puss to meet in a dark alley.

The ship lurches - and they are thrown off balance. The
panel has been snapped shut.

CONWAY
Well, that's that, I guess.

BARNARD
Wonder what's happened to Fenner.

LOVETT
Yes. And who is he ? How'd he get
there?

BARNARD
Do you suppose we stopped someplace
during the night and changed pilots?

CONWAY
No. That's not possible! If we had
landed, we all would have been
awakened.

LOVETT
Of course. We never left the air.
I know - I didn't sleep the whole
night long.

CONWAY
(with finality)
That fellow got on at Baskul.

LOVETT
What's he doing? Where's he taking
us? He may be a maniac for all we
know.

George, who has disappeared during the above, now returns,
with a monkey wrench in his hand. Conway stops him.

CONWAY
George, what are you going to do?

GEORGE
I'm going to drag him out and force
him to tell us what his game is.

LOVETT
Good.

CONWAY
What if he refuses?

LOVETT
We'll smash his face in. That's
what we'll do.

CONWAY
Brilliant!
(a sweeping gesture)
Can anyone here fly a plane?

There is a general chorus of "no—not I," etc.

CONWAY
(takes wrench from
George's hand)
Well, George, that's no good.

Conway throws the monkey wrench into a corner.

CONWAY
I guess we're in for it.

LOVETT
In for what?

CONWAY
I don't know. He must have had
some purpose in taking the plane
away from Fenner.
(starts for his
seat)
When he lands, we'll find out.

LOVETT
You mean to tell me you're not
going to do anything until we land?

CONWAY
What do you suggest?

LOVETT
Why, you - you— Look here - he may
dash us to pieces!

CONWAY
It might afford you a great deal
of relief.
(sitting)
Now gentlemen, I'm going back to
sleep. Oh, and I was having such a
peaceful dream.
(curling up)
As soon as he lands, let me know.

He shuts his eyes and leans back. The others watch him for
a second - and wander back to their seats.

47. CLOSE SHOT - GLORIA AND BARNARD

Gloria is apparently indifferent to their predicament. As
Barnard watches her, a little bitter smile plays around
her mouth.

CLOSE SHOT - GEORGE

He stares out of the window and is suddenly startled.

EXT. SHOT OF PLANE

49. LONG SHOT

Of the plane with its nose turned downward in a sharp
descent.

INT. CABIN OF PLANE

50. MEDIUM SHOT

George is on his feet.

GEORGE
(excited)
We're heading down! We're going to
land!

Everyone looks out. George rushes to Conway and nudges
him.

GEORGE
(breathlessly)
Bob, we're landing!
(pointing out)
Bob, we're coming to a village!

Conway sits up and looks out.

EXT. SHOT OF PLANE

mike tesko · « **Reply #708 on:** February 04, 2018, 10:33:AM »

51. MEDIUM SHOT

Plane starting toward ground. All we can see are mountain
tops.

INT. PLANE

52. MEDIUM SHOT

They all stare out of the windows. Conway peers intently.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SHOT FROM AIRPLANE

53. LONG SHOT

From angle in cabin of plane. Through the window, directly
below we see a large open space at the foot of the hills.
The plane is headed for it.

54. LONG SHOT

We see a swarm of strange-looking natives, scantily attired,
but bearing bayonets, running toward the plane.

INT. PLANE

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT

Of George and Conway, as the ship hits the ground, bouncing
and swaying perilously.

EXT. MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY

56. MEDIUM SHOT

As the plane taxies across the uninhabited space.

INTERIOR PLANE

57. MED. CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR

Conway and George ready to get out. As Conway turns to
open the door, he looks off and is startled by something
he sees. George follows his gaze, and a bewildered
expression comes into his eyes, too.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

58. LONG SHOT

Shooting through door. The strange-looking natives have
surrounded the plane and are closing in.

INTERIOR PLANE

59. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway and George both instinctively wheel around toward
the opposite side. But from that direction too, a horde of
natives dash toward them. Conway hesitates a second, and
like a flash springs for the door. But he stops again, as
he opens the door.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

60. MEDIUM SHOT

To include door of plane. Conway finds himself staring
into the threatening mouths of half a dozen rifles, and
quickly shuts the door.

GEORGE
What are these people?

CONWAY
I don't know. I can't get the
dialect.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

61. MEDIUM SHOT THROUGH WINDOW

We see the pilot and several natives in single file as
they come toward the plane, buckets in hand. In b.g., one
of them lowers a bucket into a well in the ground.

GEORGE
Look - they're loading up with
gasoline.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

62. SEVERAL SHOTS

The gas is being loaded. Natives on horseback dash back
and forth shouting and signalling. Camels can be glimpsed
among the horses. There is tremendous disorder and
commotion.

63. LONG SHOT

The ship leaves the ground. The natives stand around,
curiously watching.

INTERIOR PLANE

64. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway is pacing. The occupants sit by their open windows.

CONWAY
Imagine having all that fuel there,
waiting for us!
(he sits down)
George, something tells me our
journey is just beginning.

LOVETT
Where are we going? Huh?

BARNARD
(pointing)
If you ask me, we're heading
straight for those mountains.

EXTERIOR SHOT

65. LONG SHOT

We see the plane against the sky. In the b.g., there is
nothing but snow-covered mountains.

DISSOLVE TO:

INSERT: A sign reading "Shanghai Municipal Airport."

INT. AIRPORT

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT

A Chinese officer is on the phone.

CHINESE OFFICER
A Douglas plane from Baskul with
Conway and four others aboard are
missing. Unreported between here
and Baskul.

QUICK SHOTS OF:

A switchboard operator besieged by calls.

A telegraph secretary furiously typing.

Newspapers being run off a press.

INT. FOREIGN OFFICE

67. CLOSE SHOT

Of a high official of the British Foreign Office.

HIGH OFFICIAL
(holding forth to
his secretary)
Make it very emphatic that His
Majesty's Government will hold the
Chinese government and all Chinese
governors of Chinese provinces
responsible for the complete safety
of Robert Conway.

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal other foreign department
officials and functionaries arriving in the midst of his
speech.

HIGH OFFICIAL
Good morning, gentlemen.

FUNCTIONARIES
(ad-libbing)
Good morning, etc.

OFFICIAL
No news yet, sir?

HIGH OFFICIAL
It's fantastic. The plane couldn't
disappear into thin air.
(turning to secretary
of the group)
And cable Lord Gainsford at
Shanghai. Leave no stone unturned
to find Conway.
(turning back to
foreign officials)
And Robertson?

ROBERTSON
Yes, sir?

HIGH OFFICIAL
Better get a postponement of the
Far East conference. We can't afford
to meet those nations without
Conway.

INT. PLANE

68. MED. SHOT

The occupants are hunched up in the corner of their seats.
What little clothes they have, and what few blankets, are
bundled around them. All the windows are shut.

INSERT: ALTOMETER

Registering a height of 10,000 feet.

69. FULL SHOT

There is silence for a moment before Barnard speaks.

BARNARD
It can't be kidnapping. They
wouldn't be taking us so far on
such a dangerous trip. No sense to
it.

No one responds to his speculation and he lapses into
silence.

70. MED. SHOT

To include George, Conway and Lovett.

GEORGE
What do you make of it, Bob? You
must have some idea?

Conway shrugs.

CONWAY
Huh? I give it up. But this not
knowing where you're going is
exciting anyway.

LOVETT
Well, Mr. Conway, for a man who is
supposed to be a leader, your do-
nothing attitude is very
disappointing.

GEORGE
What do you want him to do?

LOVETT
I don't know. I'm a paleontologist,
not a Foreign Secretary.

Lovett slips back into his corner and pulls his coat over
his face.

INSERT: OF ALTOMETER

Registering above 10,000 feet. We STAY on it as it climbs
and climbs to 15,000 feet.

EXT. MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY

71. SHOWING THE PLANE HIGH OVER MOUNTAIN PEAKS.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SHOT OF PLANE - NIGHT

72. LONG SHOT

Against a moonlit sky, we see a lone speck - the plane as
it flies high above the mountains. It appears to be
traveling through endless space.

INT. PLANE

73. MED. SHOT

The atmosphere is pervaded with a feeling of utter futility.
The occupants are still slumped in the corners of their
seats.

74. CLOSE SHOT - GLORIA AND BARNARD

Gloria has a fit of coughing. She grabs her throat - as
she gasps for breath. Barnard, himself feeble and exhausted,
glances over at her sympathetically.

75. WIDER SHOT

Including Lovett, George, and Conway. Lovett sits with his
chin helplessly on his chest, his mouth ludicrously open,
his eyes popping. George, his teeth clenched, struggles
against a desire to sob. Conway looks at him feelingly.

76. CLOSE SHOT - GEORGE AND CONWAY

Conway's eyes never leave George, who finally unable to
control himself, emits a sob - and rather ashamed, slaps
his hand over his mouth and turns away.

CONWAY
Oh George, come on.

GEORGE
(suddenly - tensely)
It's not knowing that's so awful,
Bob. Not knowing where you're going,
or why, or what's waiting when you
get there.

George, with an effort, stifles another outbreak.

CONWAY
We got above that storm.

INSERT: OF ALTOMETER

At 20,000 feet - and while we stay on it - keeps mounting.

INTERIOR CABIN

77. FULL SHOT

Deathly silence. Gloria has her hands to her ears, rocking
in pain. Suddenly her voice rents the air.

GLORIA
Oh! Oh! I can't stand it any longer!

She jumps up and moves about frantically.

GLORIA
(screaming)
Take us down! I can't stand this
pain any longer! Let me out of
here I say! I can't stand it any
longer!

She runs to one of the ship's doors and pounds on it with
her fist, then tries to shove it open. A blast of frigid
air throws her back. George and Conway manage to pry her
off and pull her away. Sobbing pitifully, she lets Conway
steer her back to her seat, where she bundles up in
torturous pain. For a moment nothing is heard but her
stifled moans.

BARNARD
Take it easy, sister.

Unexpectedly the cockpit panel opens, and the pilot tosses
something out in Gloria's direction.

CONWAY
(grabbing for it)
It's oxygen!
(he rigs it up for
her)
Now take it with your teeth. That's
right - bite.

GLORIA
(struggling)
Let me alone.

CONWAY
Now, now. Come on now. That's right.
Now, bite.

She resumes her sobbing quietly.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. PLANE

78. LONG SHOT

Of the plane at twilight, fading into deepest night.

INT. PLANE

79. FULL SHOT

Of the cabin at night, everyone frozen in despair. All of
a sudden there is a loud, sputtering noise from the outside.
They all react - listen for a moment - until the noise
dies completely. Now nothing is heard - not even the motor.

AD-LIB
(breaking the silence)
What's that! What's happening?

CONWAY
(immediately on his
feet)
He must have run out of fuel.

BARNARD
Look! Look down there!

EXT. PLANE

mike tesko · « **Reply #709 on:** February 04, 2018, 10:49:AM »

80. LONG SHOT

The plane gradually tilting downward.

INT. PLANE

81. FULL SHOT

The ship sways several seconds and finally rights itself.

EXT. PLANE

82. LONG SHOT

Of what they see from plane. Vast snow-covered mountain
peaks, with no sign of a stretch big enough to land.

83. LONG SHOT

The plane sways perilously in the cross wind.

INTERIOR PLANE

84. MEDIUM SHOT

They are all silent - waiting prayerfully. Conway turns to
the others - his voice electric with authority.

CONWAY
George - everybody - better get
back towards the tail! He may nose
her over. Into the corner, quick!
George - cushions, blankets!

They obey his command.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF PLANE

85. LONG SHOT

We see the plane nearing the ground, sailing over some
smaller hills.

INTERIOR PLANE

86. MED. CLOSE SHOT

With Conway in front of them, the others are crouching in
the corner. There are ad-libs of fearful assurances while
they hand around cushions and blankets.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF PLANE

87. LONG SHOT

Just as the ship hits the ground for the first time.

INTERIOR PLANE

88. MED. CLOSE SHOT

The occupants brace themselves for the jolt. The ship hits
and bounces several times and finally stops. Its nose seems
to bury itself in the ground. The people are lifted high
into the air where they remain, suspended for a few seconds,
terror-stricken. Then, accompanied by grinding, crackling
sounds, the ship flops back and falls on its side. For a
moment there is stark silence - while the people do not
stir. A look of relief spreads over their faces.

CONWAY
Everybody all right?

The passengers offer dazed replies: "Okay - yeah - I think
so." Meanwhile, Conway has opened the door. A swirling
mass of snow greets them, so that they have to force their
way out.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

89. MEDIUM SHOT

George and Conway fight their way down from the plane in
the blinding snow. George quickly runs around to the other
side. Conway crosses to the cockpit, and clambers aboard.

CLOSE SHOT IN THE COCKPIT

Lit only by the dashboard light. Conway sticks his head in
from the outside. His eyes which have been flashing with
determination suddenly sober. CAMERA PANS OVER to pilot,
who is slumped over, his chin resting on his chest.

MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT

George pops into view on the opposite side, just as Conway
has found the pilot's gun beside him on the seat.

GEORGE
What is it? Has he fainted?

CONWAY
It looks like it.
(sniffing)
Smell those fumes?

Conway hops up beside the pilot. George follows suit.

CONWAY
(handing gun to
George)
Here George, take the gun. Hold
the lights. I'm going to search
him before he comes to.
(while searching)
We might find something interesting.
(finds something)
Hello - what's this? A map!
(hands it to George)
He resumes his search
enthusiastically.

Suddenly he stops. The utter limpness of the pilot's body
gives him pause. He lifts up his chin, stares into his
face - pulls up his eyelid and then places a hand over his
heart. He turns slowly toward George, who has been watching
his brother intently.

CONWAY
He's dead.

GEORGE
Dead?

George stares unbelievingly.

CONWAY
It must have happened the moment
he hit the ground.
(a pause)
Let's take a look at this map.

Conway holds the map under the dashboard light. He studies
it painstakingly, and his tense expression changes to one
of deep concern. George's eyes are glued on him.

GEORGE
What is it?

CONWAY
See that spot?

GEORGE
Yes.

CONWAY
That's where we were this morning.
He had it marked. Right on the
border of Tibet. Here's where
civilization ends. We must be a
thousand miles beyond it - just a
blank on the map.

GEORGE
(afraid to ask)
What's it mean?

CONWAY
It means we're in unexplored country -
country nobody ever reached.

George stares at him, wide-eyed, the gravity of their
situation slowly penetrating his terrorized mind. Conway's
thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the panel, and he
looks up.

92. MED. CLOSE SHOT THROUGH GLASS PANEL

We see the faces of Barnard and the others. We hear their
voices inquiring - "Hey, Conway, what's happening?" -
"What's up?" - "Where are we?" - "What'd you find out?"

93. CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY AND GEORGE

Conway turns to George.

CONWAY
George, our chances of getting out
of this are pretty slim. But it's
up to us.
(a nod toward cabin)
We can't have three hysterical
people on our hands.

He enters the cabin through the cockpit.

INT. CABIN OF PLANE

94. MEDIUM SHOT

As Conway enters, he is met by a volley of questions.

AD-LIB
What do you say? What'd you find
out?

CONWAY
(interrupting -
cheerily)
Everything's all right. The pilot
won't trouble us any more. He's -
he's dead.

This is met by a series of exclamations.

AD-LIB
Dead? How did it happen?

CONWAY
Probably a heart attack.

BARNARD
What are we going to do?

CONWAY
Well, there's nothing we can do
until the morning.

95. CLOSE SHOT

Taking in George as he enters from cockpit. His terror-
stricken eyes look dully before him. He stops in the
doorway.

CONWAY
The storm will probably die down
by then. My suggestion is that we
better all try and get a good
night's rest.

96. MEDIUM SHOT

Over the shoulders of Gloria, Barnard and Lovett as they
face Conway, who sits down.

GEORGE
(fiercely)
Why don't you tell them the truth?

97. FULL SHOT

They all wheel around and face George.

GEORGE
Why don't you tell them we're a
million miles from civilization,
without a chance of getting out of
here alive? It's slow starvation -
that's what it is. It's a slow,
horrible death!

When the significance of this outburst finally sinks into
the chaotic minds of his listeners, they turn to Conway
hopefully, certain he will refute it. But Conway looks
beyond them at George. From his noncommittal silence, they
realize that George's statement is the truth. They slip
into their seats. The place is heavy with a fatalistic
silence. George slowly crosses to his seat near Conway,
avoiding his accusing eyes. Suddenly the air is rent with
harsh, bitter laughter from Gloria. They all look up.

GLORIA
Well, that's perfect! Just perfect!
What a kick I'm going to get out
of this!

She emits another outburst of semi-hysterical laughter.

CLOSE SHOT - GROUP

Favoring Gloria. The bitterness of a lifetime in her voice.

GLORIA
(grimly satisfied)
A year ago a doctor gave me six
months to live. That was a year
ago! I'm already six months to the
good. I'm on velvet. I haven't got
a thing to lose—

(SEMI-HYSTERICAL)
But you! - you, the noble animals
of the human race, what a kick I'm
going to get out of watching you
squirm for a change.
(her voice cracks
completely)
What a kick!

She flops into her seat and buries her head in her hands.
For quite a while all we hear are her stifled sobs.

99. CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY AND GEORGE

George throws sidelong glances at his brother, feeling his
guilt.

100. FULL SHOT

Shooting from front of plane, taking in entire cabin. The
only sound that comes in on the tragic quiet is the low
moaning of the wind outside. A feeling of doom has descended
upon the five people.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

101. LONG SHOT

Shooting toward the mountains which seem to imprison the
valley below. The snowstorm, treacherous in its fury, seems
to threaten the valley with complete obliteration.

102. MEDIUM SHOT

Of the plane, tilted over on its side. It is fully covered
with snow. CAMERA PANS UP TO LOVETT AND BARNARD, shivering
in their blankets as they pace worriedly.

INTERIOR OF PLANE

103. MEDIUM SHOT

George and Conway are missing. Lovett turns from the window.

LOVETT
They've been gone for three hours.

The others appear disinterested in this observation.

LOVETT
Left us here to rot. That's what
they've done. Heroes of the
newspapers!

BARNARD
All right, all right. Keep quiet.

Lovett sees something through the window.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

104. MEDIUM SHOT - THROUGH WINDOW OF PLANE

George and Conway are seen walking briskly toward the plane,
their few clothes a scant protection against the biting
wind.

INTERIOR PLANE

105. FULL SHOT

LOVETT
Here they come!

The others quickly glance up, just as Conway and George
clamber aboard. Conway has a serious mien, but George is
full of vigor and enthusiasm.

GEORGE
Hello, everybody.

He holds out his hat which he has been carrying, bottom
side up.

GEORGE
Well, we found some food.

Barnard and Lovett rush to him.

GEORGE
No chance of our starving now.

When they see the contents of his hat, their faces fall.

LOVETT
What is it?

GEORGE
Mountain grass. It's good, too.
Here, have some. I've read of people
lasting thirty days on this stuff.

They grab handfuls. He goes on:

GEORGE
Listen, my brother and I have worked
out a plan. If we use our heads,
we should be able to keep alive
for weeks, until he gets back.

LOVETT & BARNARD
Gets back? Where's he going?

GEORGE
He doesn't know. But he's starting
out right away in the direction of
India. Sooner or later he's bound
to run into somebody - a tribe or
something.

BARNARD
Yeah?

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

Throughout the previous scene he has been busily occupied
making preparations. Out of the baggage hold he has brought
some blankets and rope and has been wrapping his feet in
them. As George speaks, he looks up and smiles.

GEORGE
Now here's the idea. We found a
cave over by that small hill. After
we bury the pilot, we're moving
in. We can have a fire there. I
shouldn't be surprised to see Bob
back within a week.

Conway's smile dies on his face. We get a feeling he is
attempting a futile journey, and is fully aware of it. He
resumes the roping of his feet - his movements mechanical.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - GROUP

Barnard and Lovett all attention as George speaks. Gloria,
off to one side, has her eyes peeled on Conway intently.

108. CLOSE SHOT - GLORIA AND CONWAY

GLORIA
You haven't got a Chinaman's chance
of getting out of this country
alive, and you know it.

Conway stares at her blankly.

BARNARD
Cave, eh? Where?

GEORGE
(pointing)
Over by that hill.

Barnard peers out the plane window.

BARNARD
Hey - look!

GEORGE
Look, Bob!

109. FULL SHOT

They all look up and glance out.

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

110. LONG SHOT THROUGH WINDOW

From their angle. In the distance, just appearing over the
top of a hill, we see a caravan of natives approaching.
They are not close enough to distinguish who or what they
are, but that they are human beings is apparent.

INTERIOR PLANE

mike tesko · « **Reply #710 on:** February 04, 2018, 10:56:AM »

111. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway takes in the unbelievable sight. We hear the exultant
exclamations of the others. Barnard and Lovett start out
of the plane.

LOVETT
(looking around)
Where are they? Do you see them?

BARNARD
Yes!

LOVETT
Do you think they're cannibals?

EXTERIOR OF PLANE

112. MEDIUM SHOT

Where George, Lovett and Barnard wait, a trifle awe-
stricken. Conway joins them. Gloria has stayed inside.

MED. LONG SHOT

The approach of the caravan from the viewpoint of the group.
It comprises some twenty Tibetans, attired in sheepskins,
fur, hats and boots. Somewhere in the middle of the single
file is Chang, an elderly Chinese. Chang steps forward as
their leader.

MED. SHOT (MOVING)

As Conway leaves his group and meets the oncoming party.
He approaches Chang and bowing courteously, greets him in
Chinese. Chang turns his head slowly and speaks in perfect
Oxfordian English.

CHANG
I am from a nearby Lamasery.
(holding out his
hand)
My name is Chang.

115. MEDIUM SHOT
George, Barnard and Lovett.

GEORGE
Why, he's speaking English.

LOVETT
English!

CONWAY
(shaking hands)
And mine's Conway.

CHANG
How do you do?

CONWAY
You've no idea, sir, how unexpected
and very welcome you are. My friends
and I - and the lady in the plane -
left Baskul night before last for
Shanghai, but we suddenly found
ourselves traveling in the opposite
direction—

LOVETT
At the mercy of a mad pilot.

CONWAY
We'd be eternally grateful if you—

CHANG
(interrupting)
Where is your mad pilot?

CONWAY
He must have had a heart attack,
or perhaps the fumes. When the
plane landed he was dead.

GEORGE
We were just going to bury him
when you came along.

CHANG
(preoccupied)
Pardon me—

Chang turns to some of his men and issues an order in a
foreign tongue, obviously instructions to take care of the
pilot.

CONWAY
(when Chang is
through)
So, if you will be good enough to
direct us to your Lamasery—

MED. CLOSE SHOT - GROUP

Favoring Chang.

CHANG
I shall consider it an honor to
accompany you and your friends.

He issues a command to his men and turns to Conway.

CHANG
You will need suitable clothes for
the journey. It is not particularly
far, but quite difficult.

CONWAY
Thank you.

Several men have hopped into the scene while he has been
speaking. They come forward with boots - sheepskins - fur
caps, etc. As they start to get into these new clothes:

DISSOLVE TO:

117. LONG SHOT

As the caravan starts its journey back up the hill. All
five people are now attired in their newly acquired outfit.

SERIES OF SHOTS

Showing the party on various stages of what looks like a
humanly impossible journey. We see them first climbing -
then across long vastnesses of flat land. Each succeeding
time we see them, their feet drag more wearily. Their
breathing becomes more difficult. These pictures finally

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. NARROW TABLELAND

MED. LONG SHOT

Halfway up a mountainside. The procession is just starting
around a hairpin curve. They are forced to travel on a
narrow ledge overlooking a deep ravine.

120. CLOSE SHOT - LOVETT, BARNARD AND GLORIA

As they cling against the rocky sides and glance
apprehensively down into the abyss below.

CLOSE SHOT - GLORIA

Close by to Barnard. Gloria's face is wan and haggard.
Every upward move seems to require a Herculean effort. She
stops and has a fit of coughing.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MOUNTAIN TRAIL

122. LONG SHOT

Of the snake-like moving party. They have reached quite a
height although the peak of the mountain they are ascending
towers high above them. The cutting wind moans treacherously
as it caroms off the mountainside. A heavy mist envelops
them.

SERIES OF SHOTS

As the snake-like line approaches a narrow, treacherous
footbridge and makes a slow, difficult crossing in heavy
weather.

EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP

124. MED. SHOT

Of the group. They round a curve and come upon a narrow
crevice which opens up into a passageway. One by one they
step through, assisted by the natives. On the other side,
they sigh relievedly. Oddly, the wind has stopped, the
chill has lessened. They look up to inspect their
surroundings and a startled look comes into their eyes.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Of Conway as he glances casually around. What he sees leaves
him transfixed. He stares unbelievingly before him for a
long time.

EXT. SHOT OF SHANGRI-LA

125. LONG SHOT

From angle at mountain top.

A sight that is both magnificent and incredible. The eye-
filling horizon before them throws out a softness and a
warmth that is breathless. On the left is a group of colored
pavilions that seem as if suspended on the mountainside.
Down below, in the hazy distance, is a valley which gives
one the impression of a huge tapestry, superb in its
blending of soft colors. In every direction, wherever one
might gaze, there is a feast of strange and heavenly beauty.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

As Chang approaches Conway.

CHANG
Welcome to Shangri-La.

EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP

MED. SHOT - GROUP

Conway's group and Chang. Chang smiles as he watches their
astonished faces. Conway turns from the rare magnificence
of Shangri-La, unhampered by the wind and storm they had
just encountered, and looks backward, in the direction
from which they came to assure himself he is the victim of
a nightmare. Chang, watching him, answers him before he
can express his astonishment.

CHANG
(a wave of his hand)
You see, we are sheltered by
mountains on every side. A strange
phenomena for which we are very
grateful.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. A GARDEN

SERIES OF SHOTS

As the group approaches the beautiful and peaceful Shangri-
La.

129. MED. SHOT

At the foot of a wide marble stairway as the caravan stops.

LOVETT
It's magic!

130. CLOSER SHOT

On the group, as they look around and feast their eyes on
the grandeur of the place.

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

Glancing around at his picturesque surroundings.

132. PANNING SHOT

Following Conway's gaze. In an upper window of a tower,
their faces glued to the pane, are two robed Lamas who
stare down curiously. CAMERA PANS OVER to a very narrow
terrace covered almost completely by a floral arbor. In it
stands a statuesque woman of rare beauty. She looks down
at Conway intently.

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

As he returns her gaze, impressed by her beauty.

GEORGE'S VOICE
Come along, Bob. Coming, Bob?

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

His eyes still on the girl above. He starts up the steps,
staring at her, then stumbles.

CLOSE SHOT - THE GIRL

Laughing at his embarrassment.

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

He smiles up at her.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. A DINING ROOM

137. FULL SHOT

It suggests nothing we might expect to see in this forsaken
place. The motif is neither Oriental nor religious - but
rather a delicately appointed room, subdued in tones. At
the moment, no one is present except servants who silently
set the table.

INT. A CORRIDOR

MED. TRUCKING SHOT

Of Lovett peering worriedly toward dining room door. He
sees two servants who flank the entrance and steps back
hesitantly. Barnard emerges from a room across the hall,
and Lovett beckons to him. Both are attired in flowing
robes not unlike the one worn by Chang.

LOVETT
Mr. Barnard, I do not like this
place. I definitely do not like
this place.

BARNARD
Will you stop squawking!

LOVETT
Look at me. Look at what they gave
me to wear.

BARNARD
You never looked better in your
life. As soon as our clothes are
cleaned, they're going to give
them back to us, Lovey.

They have reached the doorway of the dining room and halt.
Two servants bow and scrape and lead them in.

BARNARD
Something tells me this means food.
Come on!

LOVETT
I just feel as though I'm being
made ready for the executioner.

INT. DINING ROOM

139. MEDIUM SHOT

As the servants show Lovett and Barnard to their places.

BARNARD
(taking in the food)
Yeah? If this be execution, lead
me to it.

LOVETT
That's what they do with cattle
just before the slaughter. Fatten
them.

BARNARD
Uh-huh. You're a scream, Lovey.

LOVETT
Please don't call me Lovey.

At this moment Conway and George enter.

CONWAY
That was refreshing! Oh, ho - the
food looks good!

He takes something off the table and nibbles at it.

BARNARD
Some layout they got here. Did you
get a load of the rooms? You
couldn't do better at the Ritz.

LOVETT
All the conveniences for the
condemned, if you ask me.

Conway looks at him and smiles.

BARNARD
Don't mind Lovey. He's got the
misery.

LOVETT
Mr. Conway, I don't like this place.
I don't like it. It's too
mysterious.

CONWAY
It's better than freezing to death
down below, isn't it?

BARNARD
I'll say.

INT. GLORIA'S ROOM

140. FULL SHOT

It is in semi-darkness. The moon sends a stream of light
through the windows. Outside we see the outline of towering
mountains. Spread across the bed - her clothes unchanged -
is the body of Gloria - her face sunk deep in the pillows.

MED. CLOSE SHOT

Gloria emits wracking coughs. After a few moments - she
sits up. Her cheeks are wet - her hair disheveled - her
eyes bloodshot. We get an impression of someone who has
suffered for hours. Finally, her coughing begins again -
and unable to stand it, she rises and paces the floor -
then she crosses to the window and looks down, CAMERA
PANNING WITH HER - and into her eyes has come a grim,
determined expression.

142. LONG SHOT

From Gloria's point of view.

She is staring at the chasm below her.

CONTINUATION SCENE 141

Gloria continues to peer below - and her coughing resumes.

INT. CORRIDOR

143. MEDIUM SHOT

As Chang comes down the corridor - hears the coughing and
stops.

INT. GLORIA'S ROOM

144. FULL SHOT

Chang enters and watches Gloria for a moment before
speaking.

CHANG
Is there something I can do for
you?

Gloria wheels around and glares at him.

GLORIA
What do you want?

CHANG
I've offered you some warm broth.
I thought perhaps-

GLORIA
You get out of here! If any of you
men think you can come busting in
here-

She cannot finish as she is attacked by a fit of coughing.

CHANG
Please calm yourself. You'll soon
be well if you do.

GLORIA
(through fits of
coughing)
I don't need any advice from you!
Get me a doctor!

CHANG
I'm sorry, but we have no doctors
here.

GLORIA
(looks up quickly)
No doctors?
(bitterly)
That's fine. That's just fine.

CHANG
Please let me help you.

GLORIA
Sure, you can help me! You can
help me jump over that cliff! I've
been looking and looking at the
bottom of that mountain, but I
haven't got the nerve to jump!

CHANG
(quietly)
You shouldn't be looking at the
bottom of the mountain. Why don't
you try looking up at the top
sometimes?

GLORIA
(her voice cracking)
Don't preach that cheap, second-
hand stuff to me!
(a sob escapes)
Go on, beat it. Beat it!

She flings herself across the bed, coughing uncontrollably.
Chang watches her sympathetically for a few seconds.

CHANG
(before turning
away)
Peace be with you, my child.

INT. DINING ROOM

145. FULL SHOT

They all look up as Chang enters. He is escorted to his
place at the head of the table by two servants who stand
on either side of his chair.

CHANG
(jovially)
Good evening. Good evening, my
friends. Oh no, no, no, please sit
down. I hope you found everything
satisfactory.

BARNARD & CONWAY
Swell. Excellent.

CHANG
(sees that no one
has started)
You shouldn't have waited for me.

BARNARD
Where's the girl? Miss Stone.

CHANG
She's remaining in her room. She
isn't feeling very well.
(to others)
Now please go on without me. I eat
very little.

146. MEDIUM SHOT

Shooting down the long table toward Chang. He sits up
straight - studying them - as the others bend over their
food.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. DINING ROOM

147. MEDIUM SHOT

The meal is over. Conway sips from a wine glass.

BARNARD
Well, there's certainly nothing
wrong with that meal!

CHANG
Thank you.

CONWAY
And the wine - excellent.

CHANG
I'm glad you like it. It's made
right here in the valley.

LOVETT
Now that dinner is over, if you'll
excuse us, we're very anxious to
discuss ways and means of getting
back home.

GEORGE
The first thing we want to do is
to cable the Foreign Office. All
of England is waiting to hear about
my brother. There's a cruiser at
Shanghai ready to take him back.

CHANG
Really? Well, as regards cabling,
I'm afraid I can't help.
Unfortunately, we have no wireless
here. As a matter of fact, we have
no means of communication with the
outside world.

George stares at him suspiciously - and then turns to Conway
for his reaction - but Conway is apparently disinterested
in the whole conversation.

BARNARD
Not even a radio?

CHANG
It's always been a source of deep
regret, but the mountains
surrounding us have made reception
almost impossible.

GEORGE
In that event, we better make
arrangements to get some porters
immediately. Some means to get us
back to civilization.

CHANG
Are you so certain you are away
from it?

GEORGE
As far away as I ever want to be.

CHANG
Oh, dear.

LOVETT
Of course, the porters will be
very well paid - that is, within
reason.

CHANG
I'm afraid that wouldn't help. You
see, we have no porters here.

LOVETT
No porters here!!

CHANG
No.

BARNARD
What about those men we met this
morning?

CHANG
Yes. Those are our own people.
They never venture beyond the point
where you were met this morning.
It is much too hazardous.

CLOSE SHOT - CONWAY

To intercut with above speech.

He has remained quiet throughout the scene, apparently
interested only in a paper in front of him, upon which he
has been writing.

INSERT: What has been occupying Conway's interest. It is a
picture of Chang which he has been listlessly drawing.

BARNARD
How do you account for all this?
Who brought it in?

mike tesko · « **Reply #711 on:** February 04, 2018, 11:27:AM »

149. FULL SHOT

They all turn to Chang expectantly.

CHANG
Oh, yes. There is a tribe of porters
some five hundred miles from here.
That is our only contact with the
outside world. Every now and again,
depending upon favorable weather
of course, they make the journey.

GEORGE
How can we get in touch with them?

CHANG
In that respect, you are exceedingly
fortunate. We are expecting a
shipment from them almost any time
now—

LOVETT
What exactly do you mean by "almost
any time now"?

CHANG
Well, we've been expecting this
particular shipment for the past
two years.

BARNARD
Two years!?

CHANG
Yes.

Barnard and Lovett look shocked. George starts to say
something, but the words choke in his throat.

CHANG
But I can assure you, gentlemen,
if there is a prolonged delay,
Shangri-La will endeavor to make
your stay as pleasant as possible.
(rising)
And now if you will excuse me, it
is getting late. I do hope you all
sleep well. Good night.

The servants move his chair back. Before he goes, however,
he turns to Conway.

CHANG
Good night, Mr. Conway.

Conway, a little surprised at the distinction in his behalf,
nods.

CONWAY
Good night, sir.

Chang exits. There is a hushed silence following Chang's
departure.

LOVETT
That's what I mean - mysterious.
Mr. Conway, I don't like that man.
He's too vague.

GEORGE
(concerned)
We didn't get much information out
of him, did we Bob?

CONWAY
It seems to me we should be
grateful. We were in a bad mess
this morning.
(a wave of his hand)
After all, this is quite pleasant.
Why not make ourselves comfortable
until the porters do arrive?

While he was speaking, the muted strains of a violin float
into the room. Conway rises.

150. MEDIUM SHOT

As Conway crosses to a balcony door.

BARNARD
That's what I say. What do you say
to a rubber of bridge? I saw some
cards in the other room.

CONWAY
Not for me, thanks. No, I'm too
weary.

He disappears onto the balcony. George watches him go.

BARNARD
(slightly effeminate)
How about you Lovey? Come on. Let's
you and I play a game of honeymoon
bridge.

LOVETT
(distractedly)
I'm thinking.

BARNARD
Thinking? What about some double
solitaire?

LOVETT
As a matter of fact, I'm very good
at double solitaire.

BARNARD
No kidding?

LOVETT
Yes.

BARNARD
Then I'm your man.
(starts away)
Come on, Toots.

Lovett detests the pet names, but follows. George thinks a
moment - and crosses to balcony.

EXT. BALCONY

151. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway is listening moodily to the soulful music. George
wanders in beside him.

CONWAY
Hello, George.
(looking out)
Cigarette?

GEORGE
Thanks.
(lights the cigarette -
after a pause)
I suppose all this comes under the
heading of adventure.

CONWAY
We've had plenty of it the last
few days.

GEORGE
It's far from over, from what I
can see. This place gives me the
creeps, hidden away like this - no
contact with civilization. Bob,
you don't seem concerned at all.

CONWAY
Oh, I'm feeling far too peaceful
to be concerned about anything.
(moodily)
I think I'm going to like it here.

GEORGE
You talk as though you intend on
staying.

CONWAY
(turns to him)
Something happened to me, when we
arrived here, George, that - well -
did you ever go to a totally strange
place, and feel certain that you've
been there before?

GEORGE
What are you talking about?

CONWAY
(back to earth)
I don't know.

GEORGE
You're a strange bird. No wonder
Gainsford calls you the man who
always wanted to see what was on
the other side of the hill.

152. TWO SHOT - CONWAY AND GEORGE

Conway's point of view, studying George.

CONWAY
Don't you ever want to see what's
on the other side of the hill?

GEORGE
What could there be except just
another hill? In any event, I'm
not curious. At the moment, it
seems to me we should be concerned
about getting home. I'd give
anything to be in London right
now.

CONWAY
Of course you would. If ever we
get out of this place, the thing
for you to do is to take that job
with Helen's father.

GEORGE
What do you mean if we should get
out?

CONWAY
(evasively)
Did I say "if"?

GEORGE
(interrupting)
That's what you said.

CONWAY
Well - I mean—

GEORGE
What's on your mind, Bob? You talk
as though we're going to have
trouble getting out of here.

153. CLOSE TWO SHOT - FAVORING CONWAY

CONWAY
George, I've been putting things
together. Do you notice the
resemblance between those natives
and the pilot? And why did those
clothes materialize so conveniently
when they met us at the plane?
Chang himself just said that they
never venture beyond that point.
What brought them there? Unless it
was to meet us?

GEORGE
(catching on)
Chang's first question was about
the pilot.

CONWAY
Uh-huh.

GEORGE
There must be some connection
between the plane and this place.
They must have deliberately brought
us here. Why, Bob? What reason
could they have for doing a thing
like that?

CONWAY
That's what's on the other side of
the hill.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. OF VALLEY - DAY

154. LONG SHOT FROM A TOWER ROOM

Shooting over shoulders of two men in f.g.

We see a beautiful picture of the valley below. There is a
tranquility here that is beatific. CAMERA PULLS BACK. The
two men are revealed as Conway and Chang. They stand on a
terrace of one of the tower rooms.

CHANG
It's three thousand feet,
practically straight down to the
floor of the valley. The Valley of
the Blue Moon, as we call it. There
are over two thousand people in
the Valley besides those here in
Shangri-La.

CONWAY
Who and what is Shangri-La? You?

CHANG
Goodness, no!

CONWAY
So there are others?

CHANG
Oh, yes.

CONWAY
Who, for instance?

CHANG
In time you will meet them all.

155. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO - FAVORING CONWAY

He watches Chang's face searchingly, then smiles.

CONWAY
For a man who talks a great deal,
it's amazing how unenlightening
you can be.

CHANG
(laughs)
There are some things, my dear
Conway, I deeply regret I may not
discuss.

CONWAY
You know, that's the fourth time
you've said that today. You should
have a record made of it.

CHANG
(evasively)
Shall we go inside? I should so
like to show you some of our rare
treasures.

INT. A TOWER

FOLLOW SHOT WITH GEORGE

On a spiral staircase. Looking surreptitiously around, he
backs his way up. CAMERA FOLLOWS HIM as he reaches the top
of the landing. Here he stops and glances around the corner
down a corridor.

INT. CORRIDOR

157. MEDIUM SHOT

CAMERA FOLLOWS GEORGE as he peers into several rooms
searchingly. He finally arrives at one and enters.

INT. A ROOM

158. FULL SHOT

George enters and looks around. It is dimly lit and
apparently unoccupied. He crosses to a desk and picks up
several objects, scrutinizing them closely.

159. CLOSE SHOT OF THE GIRL, MARIA - IN ALCOVE

She sits, a tapestry board on her lap, watching George
with keen interest.

CLOSE SHOT - GEORGE

He opens a book and glances at its contents.

MED. SHOT TO INCLUDE BOTH

Maria surveys his back appraisingly.

MARIA
Good afternoon.

George wheels around, startled, and stares at her intently.

GEORGE
(starts backing out)
EXCUSE ME–

MARIA
(appealingly)
Please don't go.

George hesitates at door.

MARIA
Tea will be served any moment.

CLOSE SHOT - GEORGE

He watches her with grave speculation for a long moment,
then slowly moves toward her.

MARIA
(a winning smile)
Won't you come in?

George still maintains a serious mien, as their eyes meet.

MARIA
My name is Maria. Won't you sit
down?

INT. LIBRARY

163. FULL SHOT

It is a huge room. The walls are lined with impressive
tomes. Chang is showing Conway around.

164. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway has just finished browsing through one of the books.

CONWAY
By the way, what religion do you
follow here?

CHANG
We follow many.

A look of surprise spreads over Conway's face.

CHANG
(thoughtfully)
To put it simply, I should say
that our general belief was in
moderation. We preach the virtue
of avoiding excesses of every kind,
even including—
(he smiles)
—the excess of virtue itself.

CLOSER SHOT - THE TWO

CONWAY
That's intelligent.

CHANG
We find, in the Valley, it makes
for better happiness among the
natives. We rule with moderate
strictness and in return we are
satisfied with moderate obedience.
As a result, our people are
moderately honest and moderately
chaste and somewhat more than
moderately happy.

CONWAY
How about law and order? You have
no soldiers or police?

CHANG
Oh, good heavens, no!

CONWAY
How do you deal with incorrigibles?
Criminals?

CHANG
Why, we have no crime here. What
makes a criminal? Lack, usually.
Avariciousness, envy, the desire
to possess something owned by
another. There can be no crime
where there is a sufficiency of
everything.

CONWAY
You have no disputes over women?

CHANG
Only very rarely. You see, it would
not be considered good manners to
take a woman that another man
wanted.

CONWAY
Suppose somebody wanted her so
badly that he didn't give a hang
if it was good manners or not?

CHANG
(smiling)
Well, in that event, it would be
good manners on the part of the
other man to let him have her.

166. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO - FAVORING CONWAY

CONWAY
That's very convenient. I think
I'd like that.

CHANG
You'd be surprised, my dear Conway,
how a little courtesy all around
helps to smooth out the most
complicated problems.

MED. CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

Chang smiles. Conway scarcely hears the last speech, for
his attention has been caught by the playing of a piano.
He stops to listen. Chang has walked out of scene.

168. MEDIUM SHOT

Conway locates the direction whence the music comes, goes
to a doorway where he stops.

CLOSE SHOT - CHANG

He realizes Conway did not follow him and turns. When he
sees Conway, his face clouds - and he starts toward him.

CLOSE SHOT AT DOOR

Conway watches someone through door with grave interest.
Chang enters scene and follows his gaze.

INT. MUSIC ROOM

171. FULL SHOT

From doorway. It is a spacious, high-ceilinged room, oddly
shaped, and except for a piano, a harp and several chairs,
is otherwise sparsely furnished. At the extreme end, the
room is set off by an alcove of stained glass extending
from the ceiling to the floor, where it finishes with a
deep window seat. At the piano we see an old man - and by
his side is the girl Conway saw last night. They finish
playing and both laugh heartily.

CLOSE SHOT AT DOORWAY

Conway finds her laughter infectious - and smiles.

173. CLOSE SHOT - GIRL AND MAN AT PIANO

In the midst of her laughter, the girl sees Conway, off
scene, and her face sobers - self-consciously.

CLOSE SHOT AT DOORWAY

Chang quickly takes Conway by the arm.

CHANG
At some time in the future you
will have the pleasure of meeting
her.

Conway turns for one last glimpse of the girl, and then
turns to Chang, looking up at his face, puzzled and amused.

CONWAY
Some man had better get ready to
be very courteous to me.

CLOSE-UP - THE GIRL

She continues to stare off toward the door, her eyes alight
with a keen interest.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. CORRIDOR

176. FOLLOW SHOT WITH CONWAY AND CHANG

CONWAY
But Mr. Chang, all these things -
books, instruments, sculpture - do
you mean to say they were all
brought in over those mountains by
porters?

CHANG
They were.

CONWAY
Well, it must have taken–

CHANG
Centuries.

CONWAY
Centuries! Where did you get the
money to pay for all those
treasures?

CHANG
Of course we have no money as you
know it. We do not buy or sell or
seek personal fortunes because,
well, because there is no uncertain
future here for which to accumulate
it.

INT. A ROOM

CLOSE SHOT - THE TWO

They have arrived in a small room, where they pause. Chang
reaches into a bowl of large nuts, cracks one, and hands
the nut to Conway. Then he does the same for himself. During
the following scene, both are eating nuts from the bowl.

CONWAY
That would suit me perfectly. I'm
always broke. How did you pay for
them?

CHANG
Our Valley is very rich in a metal
called gold, which fortunately for
us is valued very highly in the
outside world. So we merely . . .

CONWAY
—buy and sell?

CHANG
Buy and - sell? No, no, pardon me,
exchange .

CONWAY
(chuckling)
I see. Gold for ideas. You know
Mr. Chang, there's something so
simple and naive about all of this
that I suspect there has been a
shrewd, guiding intelligence
somewhere. Whose idea was it? How
did it all start?

CHANG
That, my dear Conway, is the story
of a remarkable man.

CONWAY
Who?

CHANG
A Belgian priest by the name of
Father Perrault, the first European
to find this place, and a very
great man indeed. He is responsible
for everything you see here. He
built Shangri-La, taught our
natives, and began our collection
of art. In fact, Shangri-La is
Father Perrault.

CONWAY
When was all this?

CHANG
Oh, let me see - way back in 1713,
I think it was, that Father Perrault
stumbled into the Valley, half
frozen to death. It was typical of
the man that, one leg being frozen,
and of course there being no doctors
here, he amputated the leg himself.

CONWAY
(shocked)
He amputated his own leg?

CHANG
Yes. Oddly enough, later, when he
had learned to understand their
language, the natives told him he
could have saved his leg. It would
have healed without amputation.

CONWAY
Well, they didn't actually mean
that.

CHANG
Yes, yes. They were very sincere
about it too. You see, a perfect
body in perfect health is the rule
here. They've never known anything
different. So what was true for
them they thought would naturally
be true for anyone else living
here.

CONWAY
Well, is it?

CHANG
Rather astonishingly so, yes. And
particularly so in the case of
Father Perrault himself. Do you
know when he and the natives were
finished building Shangri-La, he
was 108 years old and still very
active, in spite of only having
one leg?

CONWAY
108 and still active?

CHANG
You're startled?

CONWAY
Oh, no. Just a little bowled over,
that's all.

CHANG
Forgive me. I should have told you
it is quite common here to live to
a very ripe old age. Climate, diet,
mountain water, you might say. But
we like to believe it is the absence
&n

Jane · « **Reply #712 on:** February 04, 2018, 12:00:PM »

This virus has taken serious hold!!!

Jane · « **Reply #713 on:** February 04, 2018, 12:06:PM »

Quote from: Jane J on February 04, 2018, 12:00:PM

This virus has taken serious hold!!!

I was hoping that, by the time I got back from holiday, it would have rescinded, but I comfort myself with the hope that because your 'belief' about the happenings at WHF are generating little by way of debate, you've done a segway to something more controversial. Congratulations! It has. Jeremy's assessment of you was correct

mike tesko · « **Reply #714 on:** February 04, 2018, 12:23:PM »

Please be patient and bear with me, I'm just checking the script of the 1937 movie, 'LOST HORIZON' to confirm or to disprove that Admitral Byrds Diary extrats are taken from the movie 10 years previously, to 19th February, 1947, between 06.00hrs that day, and 002.30hrs on the following morning, when Admiral Byrd wrote out his Diary entries...

mike tesko · « **Reply #715 on:** February 04, 2018, 01:04:PM »

Quote from: mike tesko on February 04, 2018, 12:23:PM

Please be patient and bear with me, I'm just checking the script of the 1937 movie, 'LOST HORIZON' to confirm or to disprove that Admitral Byrds Diary extrats are taken from the movie 10 years previously, to 19th February, 1947, between 06.00hrs that day, and 002.30hrs on the following morning, when Admiral Byrd wrote out his Diary entries...

Conway! We can't take more than seven. All right. I'm sorry. Another plane in a minute. All right. Wait, everybody. Plenty of planes are coming. Have patience, we'll be all right. - It won't be long! - Don't worry. Leave everything to my brother. - Yes, sir, 10 passengers aboard. - 10 passengers. Good. Say, get me Shanghai. - Is Colonel Marsh there? - Right here, Conway. Go ahead. I need more planes. I've still about 30 people to get out. - Where are the planes you promised? - We sent all we could find. They better get here, or I can't be responsible- - I think I hear motors. - Wait a minute, they may be here now. George, get down on the field and guide those planes in. Be sure none of the natives get in. - Hello, Colonel? - Hello, Conway. - Thanks, and take care of your liver. - My word! Get ready, everyone. Planes are here. One at a time. Children first. Where are they? Come stand over here. Where's the mother? - They're orphans. - I see. You come here, and you- - What about us, Mr. Conway? - Wait your turn. Come on, you. Take some of those squealing men with you first. They might faint on you. I'll wait. Just as you say. You, madam. Come through here. Wait on one side. - Don't lose your heads! - What was that explosion? They've blown up the powerhouse! The planes can't land without lights. We'll burn the hangar. That will make light for them. There's going to be a big fire. All right. Go ahead! We go on the next plane. Bring out any people that are left. - Hello, Fenner. - Hello, Conway. Having a little trouble? Never mind me. Get this gadget off the ground. - Bob, these are all that are left. - Quick. You can't leave me here, you blighter! I'm a British subject. Look out, Bob! All right, Fenner. Go ahead! Down on the floor! Go ahead, Fenner! Let's go! I guess we're out of range. - Everybody all right? - That was close. I've never been in a situation like this in my life. - Where do you come from? - I'm Alexander P. Lovett. - Why aren't you registered? - It'd serve you right to be left behind. How could I know a war was going to break out over my head? Right over my head. My word! Those Chinese were pouncing on me. I had to get into these ridiculous clothes in order to escape. - Where were you hiding? - Hiding? No. Hunting. I was in the interior hunting fossils. - This morning I looked up suddenly- - And a war broke out right over your head! Next time you're in wild country like this, keep in touch with the British consul. Very good, Freshie. Put his name on the list and make out a report later. I beg your pardon, brother. - What did you say you were hunting? - Fossils. - Fossils? - I'm a palaeontologist. - A what? - A palaeontologist. I see. I have here a discovery that will startle the world. It's the vertebra from the lumbar of a Megatherium, found in Asia. - What do you know about that? - Found in Asia. When I get home, I'll probably be knighted for it. You don't say! - Do you mind if I take a look at it? - Not at all. Sorry. This is the only thing I was able to save when those heathens surrounded me. From this vertebra, I'll be able to reconstruct... ...the entire skeleton- You expect to be knighted for finding that soup bone? This is the vertebra of a Megatherium found in Asia. I remember. You said that before. Sir Henry Derwent was knighted. He never got beyond the Mesozoic era. - Poor fellow! - Yes, it just shows... I don't know why I'm talking to you. Who are you? - Okay, brother. - Don't call me "brother. " Okay, sister. No offence. Cigarette? - I say, will you have a cigarette? - No. You're an American, aren't you? Go and annoy the rest of your playmates. Let me alone. Look what I found. Just what I needed, too. You. Just this once, Bob. I feel like celebrating. Think of it. A cruiser sent to Shangha just to take you back to England. You know what it means? Here you are. Don't bother about those cables now. I want you to drink with me. Gentlemen, I give you Robert Conway, England's new Foreign Secretary. Hooray! How I'm going to bask in reflected glory. People will point to me and say: "There goes George Conway, brother of the Foreign Secretary. " - Don't talk nonsense. Give me the bottle. - That's why they're sending for you. With all these foreign entanglements, it was bound to happen. You can laugh if you want to. But whom else can they get? Who else in England is half the fighter and half the diplomat... ...who has half your knowledge of the foreign situation? They can't stop you now. Hello, Freshie. - Did you make that report out yet? - Yes, Bob. - Did you say we saved 90 white people? - Yes. Hooray for us. Did you say that we left 10,000 natives down there to be annihilated? No, you wouldn't say that. They don't count. You'd better try to get some sleep. Just you wait until I'm foreign secretary. Can't you just see me with all those other shrewd little foreign secretaries? The trick is to see who can outtalk the other. Everybody wants something for nothing. If you can't get it with smooth talk, you send your army in. I'm going to fool them. I'm not going to have an army. I am going to disband mine. I'm going to sink my battleships. I'm going to destroy every piece of warcraft. When the enemy approaches, we'll say: "Come in, gentlemen. What can we do for you?" So then the poor enemy soldiers will stop and think. And what will they think? They'll say, "Something's wrong here, we've been duped! "This is not according to form. "These people seem quite friendly. Why should we shoot them?" Then they'll lay down their arms. You see how simple the whole thing is? Centuries of tradition kicked right in the pants. And I'll be slapped straight into the nearest insane asylum. You'd better not drink anymore. You're not talking sense. Don't worry, George, nothing's going to happen. I'll fall right into line. I'll be the good little boy that everybody wants me to be. I'll be the best little foreign secretary we've ever had. Just because I haven't the nerve to be anything else. - Do try to sleep, Bob. - Yes. Good thing, sleep. Ever notice the sunrise in China? You should. It's beautiful. Good morning, Lovey. - I beg your pardon? - I say, "Good morning, Lovey. " Good morning. Look here, young man. I didn't care for "sister" last night, and I don't like "Lovey" this morning. - My name is Lovett, Alexander P. - I see. - It's a good morning, anyway. - I'm never conversational before coffee. Wait a minute. Is it a good morning? We're supposed to be travelling east, aren't we? - Of course. - It looks to me as if we're travelling west. - That's ridiculous. - Is it? It certainly is. Any child knows how to tell direction. I don't care where the child is, in the air, on the earth, or in the sea. If you face the rising sun, your right hand is north, your left hand is south. I get it twisted because I'm left-handed. - Really? - Yes. Just reverse it. Your left hand is... What difference does it make? The north is the north. All I know is the sun rises in the east, and we're going away from it. Now you're irritating and absurd. Of course. Boy! We're travelling in the wrong direction. - We're going in the wrong direction. - Couldn't you make less noise? We're going west, and Shanghai is way east of here. Quiet! Fenner's the best pilot in China. - It's Fenner. - He may have lost his way. That's what I told him. You can't expect him to sail in the dark. Calm yourself. I'll speak to Fenner. Fenner! I say- - Bob, it isn't Fenner in the cockpit! - Stop it. The bloke up there looks Chinese or Mongolian. We're nowhere near Shanghai. We're going in the opposite direction. We're over the desert. That's funny. Charming chap. Nice puss to meet in a dark alley. - That's that. - I wonder what happened to Fenner. Who is he? How'd he get there? Do you think we stopped last night and changed pilots? That's not possible. If we'd landed, we would've awakened. We never left the air. I didn't sleep the whole night long. - That fellow got on at Baskul. - Where's he taking us? He may be a maniac for all we know. What are you going to do? - I'll make him tell us his game. - What if he refuses? - We'll smash his face in. - Brilliant! Can anyone here fly a plane? That's no good. - I guess we're in for it. - In for what? I don't know. He must have had some purpose in taking the plane. - When he lands, we'll find out. - You won't do anything till we land? - What do you suggest? - Why, you... - He may dash us to pieces. - It might afford you a great deal of relief. I am going back to sleep. I was having such a peaceful dream. As soon as he lands, let me know. We're heading down! We're going to land. We're coming to a village. - What are these people? - I don't know. I can't get their dialect. They're loading up with gasoline. Imagine having that fuel there, waiting for us! Something tells me our journey is just beginning. Where are we going? If you ask me, we're heading straight for those mountains. Douglas plane from Baskul with Conway and four others aboard still missing. Unreported between here and Baskul. Make it very emphatic that His Majesty's government... ...will hold the Chinese government and all governors of Chinese provinces... ...responsible for the complete safety of Robert Conway. Good morning, gentlemen. - No news yet, sir? - It's fantastic. The plane couldn't disappear into thin air. Cable Lord Gainsford at Shanghai. Leave no stone unturned to find Conway. - Robertson? - Yes, sir. Postpone the Far East conference. We can't meet those nations... ...without Conway. This can't be kidnapping. They wouldn't be taking us so far on such a dangerous trip. No sense to it. What do you make of it, Bob? You must have some idea. I give it up. Not knowing where you're going is exciting anyway. Mr. Conway, for a man who's supposed to be a leader... ...your do-nothing attitude is very disappointing. - What do you want him to do? - I don't know. I'm a palaeontologist, not a foreign secretary. - George, come on. - It's not knowing that's so awful. Not knowing where you're going, why, or what's waiting when you get there. We got above that storm. I can't stand it any longer! Take us down! I can't stand the pain any longer. Let me out of here! I can't stand it any longer! Let me out of here! It's oxygen. - Take this in your teeth. - Let me alone. Come on. That's right. Bite on that. What's that? - What's happening? - He must have run out of fuel. Look! Look down there! George! Everybody! Better get back towards the tail. He may nose her over. Into the corner! Quick, George! Cushions! Blankets! Take that behind you. - Everybody all right? - Yeah. - He's fainted? - Looks like it. You smell those fumes? Here, George, take the gun. Hold the light. I'll search him before he comes to. We might find something interesting. There's a map. - He's dead. - Dead? It must have happened when he hit the ground. Let's take a look at this map. What is it? - See that spot? - Yes. That's where we were this morning. He had it marked. Right on the border of Tibet. Here's where civilisation ends. We must be 1,000 miles beyond it. Just a blank on the map. - What does it mean? - It means we're in unexplored country. Country nobody ever reached. Conway! What's happening? Our chances of getting out of this are slim, but it's up to us. We can't have three hysterical people on our hands. - What do you say? - Everything's all right. The pilot won't trouble us anymore. He's dead. - Dead? - Probably a heart attack. What are we going to do? Nothing until the morning. The storm will probably die down before then. My suggestion is that we better all try and get a good night's rest. Why not tell them the truth. We're a million miles from civilisation... ...without a chance of getting out of here alive? It's slow starvation. It's slow horrible death. That's perfect. Just perfect. What a kick I'm going to get out of this. A year ago, a doctor gave me six months to live. That was a year ago. I'm already six months to the good. I'm on velvet. I haven't got a thing to lose. But, you, the noble animals of the human race... ...what a kick I'll get out of watching you squirm for a change. What a kick! They've been gone for hours. Left us here to rot. That's what they've done. - Heroes of the newspapers. - All right. Keep quiet. Here they come. Hello, everybody. We found some food. No chance of starving now. - What is that? - Mountain grass. It's good. Have some. I've read of people lasting 30 days on this stuff. My brother and I have worked out a plan. If we use our heads we'll keep alive for weeks, till he gets back. - Gets back? - Where's he gone? He's starting out right away in the direction of India. Sooner or later, he's bound to run into a tribe or something. Here's the idea. We found a cave over that small hill. As soon as we bury the pilot, we'll move in. We can have a fire. I shouldn't be surprised to see Bob back within a week. You haven't a Chinaman's chance of getting out of here alive. You know it. - Cave? Where? - Over by that hill. Hey, look! Look, Bob! - Where are they? Do you see them? - Yes. Do you think they're cannibals? I am from the nearby lamasery. My name is Chang. He's speaking English. - And mine's Conway. - How do you do? You've no idea how unexpected and very welcome you are. My friends and I, and the lady in the plane... ...left Baskul the night before last for Shanghai. But we were travelling in the opposite direction. At the mercy of a mad pilot. - We'd be eternally grateful if you- - Where is your "mad" pilot? He must have had a heart attack, or perhaps the fumes. When the plane landed he was dead. We were going to bury him when you came along. Pardon me. If you will be good enough to direct us to your lamasery- It is an honour to accompany you and your friends. You'll need suitable clothes for the journey. - It is not particularly far, but quite difficult. - Thank you.

mike tesko · « **Reply #716 on:** February 04, 2018, 01:05:PM »

Welcome to Shangri-La. You see we are sheltered by mountains on every side. A strange phenomenon for which we are very grateful. It's magical. - I definitely do not like this place. - Will you quit squawking? - Look at what they gave me to wear. - You never looked better. As soon as our clothes are cleaned, they'll give them back to us, Lovey. Something tells me this means food. Come on. I just feel as though I'm being made ready for the executioner. If this be execution, lead me to it. That's what they do with cattle just before the slaughter. Fatten them. - You're a scream, Lovey. - Please don't call me "Lovey. " That was refreshing. The food looks good. Some layout they got here. You see the rooms? Couldn't do better at the Ritz. All the conveniences for the condemned. - Don't mind Lovey. He's got the misery. - I don't like this place. It's too mysterious. It's better than freezing to death down below, isn't it? Is there something I can do for you? - What do you want? - I've ordered you some warm broth. - I thought perhaps- - Get out of here! If any of you men think you can come busting in here... Please. Please calm yourself. You'll soon be well if you do. I don't need any advice from you. Get me a doctor. - I'm sorry, we have no doctors here. - No doctors. Well, that's just fine. - Please let me help you. - You can help me jump over that cliff. I've been looking at the bottom of that mountain... ...but I haven't got the nerve to jump. You shouldn't be looking at the bottom of the mountain. Why don't you try looking up at the top sometime? Don't preach that cheap, second-hand stuff to me. Go on, beat it! Beat it! Peace be with you, my child. Good evening, my friends. Please sit down. - I hope you found everything satisfactory. - Swell. Excellent. - You shouldn't have waited for me. - Where's the girl? Miss Stone. She's remaining in her room. She isn't feeling very well. Please go on without me. I eat very little. There's certainly nothing wrong with that meal. Thank you. - And the wine is excellent. - I'm glad you like it. It's made right here in the valley. Now that dinner is over, we're very anxious... ...to discuss ways and means of getting back home. First, we want to cable the Foreign Office. England's waiting for news of my brother. There's a cruiser at Shangha to take him back. Really? As regards cabling, I'm afraid I can't help. Unfortunately we have no wireless here. As a matter of fact, we have no means of communication with the outside world. - Not even a radio? - It's been a source of deep regret... ...but the mountains surrounding us have made reception almost impossible. We'd better make arrangements to get some porters immediately. Some means to get us back to civilisation. - Are you so certain you are away from it? - As far away as I ever want to be. The porters will be very well paid. That is, within reason. I'm afraid that wouldn't help. We have no porters here. No porters here? What about those men we met this morning? Those are our own people. They never venture beyond where you were met this morning. It's much too hazardous. How do you account for all this? Who brought it in? There is a tribe of porters some 500 miles from here. That is our only contact with the outside world. Every now and again, depending upon favourable weather, they make the journey. - How can we get in touch with them? - In that respect you are very fortunate. We are expecting a shipment from them almost any time now. What do you mean by "almost any time now"? We've been expecting this particular shipment for the past two years. - Two years? - Yes. Well... But I assure you, gentlemen, if there is a prolonged delay... ...Shangri-La will endeavour to make your stay as pleasant as possible. And now, if you will excuse me, it is getting late. I do hope you all sleep well. Good night. Good night, Mr. Conway. Good night, sir. That's what I mean, mysterious. I don't like that man. He's too vague. We didn't get much information out of him, did we? It seems we should be grateful. We were in a bad mess this morning. After all, this is quite pleasant. Why not make ourselves comfortable until the porters do arrive? That's what I say. What do you say to a rubber of bridge? - I saw some cards in the other room. - Not for me, thanks. I'm too weary. How about you, Lovey? Come on. Let's you and I play a game of honeymoon bridge. - I'm thinking. - Thinking? - What about some double solitaire? - In fact, I'm very good at it. - No kidding? - Yes. Then I'm your man. Come on, Toots. - Hello, George. Cigarette? - Thanks. I suppose all this comes under the heading of adventure. There's been plenty of it in the last few days. It's far from over from what I can see. This place gives me the creeps. Hidden away like this, no contact with civilisation. You don't seem concerned at all. I'm feeling far too peaceful to be concerned about anything. I think I'm going to like it here. You talk as if you intend on staying. Something happened to me when we arrived here that... Did you ever go to a strange place and feel sure you'd been there before? - What are you talking about? - I don't know. You're a strange bird. No wonder Gainsford calls you: "The man who always wanted to see the other side of the hill. " Do you ever want to see what's on the other side? What else could there be, except another hill? In any event, I'm not curious. It seems to me we should be concerned about getting home. - I'd give anything to be in London now. - Of course you would. If ever we get out of this place, you should take that job with Helen's father. What do you mean, "If"? - Did I say, "If"? - That's what you said. Well, I mean- You talk as though we're going to have trouble getting out of here. I've been putting things together. Do you notice the resemblance between those natives and the pilot? Why did those clothes materialise so conveniently when they met us? Chang himself just said that they never venture beyond that point. What brought them there, unless it was to meet us? Chang's first question was about the pilot. There must be some connection between the plane and this place. They must have deliberately brought us here. What reason could they have for doing a thing like that? That's what's on the other side of the hill. It's 3,000 feet practically straight down to the floor of the valley. The Valley of the Blue Moon, as we call it. There are over 2,000 people in the valley besides those here in Shangri-La. Who and what is Shangri-La? You? Goodness, no. - So there are others? - Yes. - Who, for instance? - In time you will meet them all. For a man who talks a lot, it's amazing how unenlightening you can be. There are some things, my dear Conway, I deeply regret I may not discuss. That's the fourth time you've said that. You should record it. Let's go inside. I'd like to show you our rare treasures. - Good afternoon. - Excuse me, I- Please, don't go. Tea will be served any moment. Won't you come in? My name is Maria. Won't you sit down? By the way, what religion do you follow here? To put it simply, I should say that our general belief was in moderation. We preach the virtue of avoiding excesses of every kind. Even including excess of virtue itself. That's intelligent. In the valley, it makes for better happiness among the natives. We rule with moderate strictness... ...and in return, we are satisfied with moderate obedience. As a result, our people are moderately honest, moderately chaste... ...and somewhat more than moderately happy. How about law and order? You have no soldiers or police? Good heavens, no! How do you deal with incorrigibles, criminals? We have no crime here. What makes a criminal? Lack, usually. Avariciousness, envy. The desire to possess something owned by another. There can be no crime when there is a sufficiency of everything. You have no disputes over women? Only very rarely. It wouldn't be considered good manners to take a woman that another man wanted. Suppose he wanted her so badly that he didn't give a hang... ...if it was good manners or not. In that event, it would be good manners on the part of the other man... ...to let him have her. That's very convenient. I think I'd like that. You'd be surprised how a little courtesy all around... ...helps to smooth out the most complicated problems. At some time in the future you wilI have the pleasure of meeting her. Some man had better get ready to be very courteous to me. Mr. Chang, all these things, books, instruments, sculpture... ...were they all brought in over those mountains by porters? They were. - That must have taken- - Centuries. Centuries. Where did you get the money to pay for all these treasures? We have no money as you know it. We do not buy or sell or seek personal fortunes... ...because there is no uncertain future here for which to accumulate it. That would suit me perfectly. I'm always broke. How did you pay for them? Our valley is very rich in a metal called gold... ...which, fortunately for us, is valued very highly in the outside world. - So, we merely- - Buy and sell. Buy and sell... Pardon me. Exchange. I see. Gold for ideas. There's something so simple and naive about all this... ...that I suspect there's been a shrewd guiding intelligence somewhere. Whose idea was it? How did it all start? That, my dear Conway, is the story of a remarkable man. Who? A Belgian priest by the name of Father Perrault. The first European to find this place and a very great man indeed. He is responsible for everything you see here. He built Shangri-La, taught the natives... ...and began our collection of art. In fact, Shangri-La is Father Perrault. When was all this? Way back in 1713, I think it was... ...that Father Perrault stumbled into the valley, half-frozen to death. It was typical of the man that one leg being frozen... ...and there being no doctors here, he amputated the leg himself. He amputated his own leg? Oddly enough, when he had learned to understand their language... ...the natives told him he could have saved his leg. It would've healed without amputation. - They didn't actually mean that? - Yes. They were very sincere about it, too. You see, a perfect body in perfect health was the rule here. They've never known anything different. What was true for them, they thought would be true for anyone else living here. Well, is it? Rather astonishingly so, yes. Particularly in the case of Father Perrault himself. When he and the natives had finished building Shangri-La... ...he was 108 years old and still very active... ...in spite of having only one leg. 108 and still active? You're startled. No, I'm just a little bowled over, that's all. Forgive me. I should've told you it's quite common here to live to a very ripe old age. Climate, diet, mountain water, you might say. But we like to believe it is the absence of struggle in the way we live. In your countries, on the other hand, how often do you hear the expression: "He worried himself to death," or, "This thing or that killed him"? - Very often. - And very true. Your lives are, therefore, as a rule, shorter. Not so much by natural death, as by indirect suicide. That's all very fine if it works out. A little amazing, of course. You surprise me. I surprise you! Now, that's news. I mean your amazement. I could've understood it in any of your companions, but you... ...who have dreamed and written so much about better worlds. Or is it that you fail to recognise one of your own dreams when you see it? If you don't mind, I think I'll go on being amazed... - ... in moderation, of course. - Then everything's quite all right? It's terrific! I just saw something that'd make your hair stand on end. You see those hills over there? Gold. Popping right out of them. Tons of it. You keep this under your hat. If the others hear about it, they'll declare themselves in. But if I can mine that stuff, I'll throw a bombshell into Wall Street. Now look, I've got a plan and if I- Say, honey... ...you ain't feeling so well, are you? Don't pay attention to what those doctors tell you. I've seen a lot of people fool 'em. And I've got a hunch this place is gonna be good for you. Honest I have. Come on, you be a good kid and snap out of it. And I'll cut you in on the gold deal. I'm going up and make a deal with Chang right now. Oh, my! - Good morning. - Good morning, Mr. Conway. - You speak English? - Yes, sir. - Would you like to take a ride? - No, thanks. Not just now. Well, I think I'll take that ride. Fossils! Why? What for? Running around digging up a lot of old bones. You didn't dig yourself out of one of those holes by any chance? You seem gay. Did you find out anything? I heard that if you want a man's wife, she's yours if he's got any manners. - Nothing about the porters yet? - Porters? We've been here two weeks and we haven't found out a thing. Well, we haven't been murdered in our beds yet, have we? I'm afraid the porters are just a myth. Guess we'll never know why we're here or how long we'll be held prisoners. Hurry up, you slowpokes. I'm starved. "Please, do not wait for me. "I eat so very little. " - Good evening. - Good evening. I'm glad to see us all finally organised. Okay, handsome. Dish it out and make it snappy. - What's happened to you? - Nothing. Why? You look beautiful. That's unkind. Miss Stone always looks beautiful. I got it. It's your make-up. You've got none on. Honey, you look a million percent better. Wholesome, kind of, and clean. Take a tip from me, don't ever put that stuff on your face again. It's like hiding behind a mask. Who're you to talk about a mask? What do you mean? You've been wearing a mask ever since we met you. Have I? Strange, you've never told us anything about yourself. Who are you, anyway? Why not take your mask off for once? Unbosom yourself, Mr. Hyde. All right, I will. I'll let my hair down. Why not? It can't make any real difference now. Lovey... - ... were you ever chased by the police? - Certainly not! Believe me, it's no fun. When you picked me up at Baskul, they were on my tail for a year. The police? Did you ever hear of Chalmers Bryant? Chalmers Bryant? Bryant Utilities. That's me. I knew it. I knew I had a reason for hating you. Sir, you're a thief! He never stole from you, did he? I have 500 shares of Bryant Utilities I bought with money... ...I'd saved for 20 years, teaching school. Now, I couldn't sell it for postage stamps. That's too bad. I got a half million shares. My whole foundation. Now look at me. The nerve you have sitting there, talking about it so calmly. The swindler of thousands of people. That's what makes the whole thing so funny. A guy like me, starts out in life as a plumber. An ordinary, everyday slew-footed plumber. And by the use of a little brains, he builds up a gigantic institution. Employs thousands of people. Becomes a great civic leader. Then the crash comes. Overnight, he's the biggest crook the country ever had. You're a thief and a swindler... ...and I'll be glad to turn you over to the police when we get back. "When we get back! " What makes you think we'll ever get back? You're all prisoners here. We were kidnapped and brought here and nobody knows why. I don't want to be a prisoner. I'm finding out when we're leaving here. I'll make that Chinese talk if it's the last thing I do. Where's Chang? Where's Chang or I'll blow your brains out? - What do you think you're doing? - Let me go. Come here! Come here, you! You idiot! Had to sock him? - Let me up. - You all right? Sorry. Is it true about us being kidnapped? I say, is it true about us being kidnapped? Mr. Chang! Do you mind stepping in here for a moment? Won't you sit down? You have been very kind to us and we appreciate it. But for some reason we're being held prisoners here... ...and we want to know why. Personally, I don't mind at all. I'm enjoying every minute of it. But my brother is not of the same opinion, nor are the others. It's time we were told what it's all about. We want to know why we were kidnapped, why we're being kept here... ...but most important of all, do we get the porters and when? Until we get this information... ...I'm very much afraid we cannot permit you to leave this room. You know, it's very strange... ...but when you saw me in the corridor, I was actually on my way to you. I bring the most amazing news. The High Lama wishes to see you. - The High Lama? Who in blazes is he? - I thought you ran this joint. High lamas or low lamas, do we get the porters? The High Lama is the only one from whom any information can come. - Don't believe him. - Sounds like a stall to me. - Better have him talk- - One moment. You say the High Lama's the only one who can give us information? The only one. And he can arrange for the porters to take us back? The High Lama arranges everything. Then he's the man I want to see. Will you come along? Better wait here until I get back. We'll soon know where we stand. Good evening. Please, come in. Sit here, near me. I'm an old man and can do no one any harm. Are you the High Lama? Yes. I trust you've been comfortable at Shangri-La, since your arrival. Personally, I've enjoyed your community very much. But my friends do not care for this mystery. They are determined to leave as soon as... It's astonishing and incredible, but... What is it, my son? You're the man. Chang told me. You're the first who... Two hundred years ago. You're still alive, Father Perrault. Sit down, my son. You may not know it, but I've been an admirer of yours... ...for a great many years. Not of Conway, the empire builder and public hero. I wanted to meet the Conway who in one of his books said: "There are moments in every man's life when he glimpses the eternal. " That Conway seemed to belong here. In fact, it was suggested that someone be sent to bring him here. That I be brought here? Who had that brilliant idea? Sondra Bizet. The girl at the piano? Yes. She has read your books and has a profound admiration for you. As have we all. Of course, I've suspected that our being here was no accident.

mike tesko · « **Reply #717 on:** February 04, 2018, 01:06:PM »

Furthermore, I have a feeling we're never supposed to leave. But that, for the moment, doesn't concern me greatly. I'll meet that when it comes. What particularly interests me at present is why was I brought here? What possible use can I be to an already thriving community? We need men like you here... ...to be sure that our community will continue to thrive. In return for which Shangri-La has much to give you. You are still, by the world's standards, a youngish man. Yet in the normal course of existence... ...you can expect 20 or 30 years... ...of gradually diminishing activity. Here, however, in Shangri-La... ...by our standards, your life has just begun. And may go on and on. To be candid, Father, a prolonged future doesn't excite me. It would have to have a point. I sometimes doubted whether life itself has any. If that is so, then long life must be even more pointless. I'd need a much more definite reason for going on and on. We have reason. It is the entire meaning and purpose of Shangri-La. It came to me in a vision... ...long ago. I saw all the nations strengthening... ...not in wisdom, but in the vulgar passions and the will to destroy. I saw their machine power multiplying... ...until a single-weaponed man might match a whole army. I foresaw a time when man, exulting in the technique of murder... ...would rage so hotly over the world... ...that every book, every treasure would be doomed to destruction. This vision was so vivid and so moving... ...that I determined to gather together all things of beauty... ...and culture that I could and preserve them here... ...against the doom toward which the world is rushing. Look at the world today. Is there anything more pitiful? What madness there is, what blindness, what unintelligent leadership. A scurrying mass of bewildered humanity crashing headlong against each other... ...compelled by an orgy of greed and brutality. The time must come, my friend... ...when this orgy will spend itself. When brutality and the lust for power... ...must perish by its own sword. Against that time is why I avoided death and am here... ...and why you were brought here. For when that day comes, the world must begin to look for a new life. And it is our hope that they may find it here. For here, we shall be with their books... ...and their music and the way of life... ...based on one simple rule: Be kind. When that day comes... ...it is our hope that the brotherly love of Shangri-La... ...will spread throughout the world. Yes, my son, when the strong have devoured each other... ...the Christian ethic may at last be fulfilled... ...and the meek shall inherit the earth. I understand you, Father. You must come again, my son. Good night. Well? - What did you find out? - We thought you were never coming back. - When do we leave? - What about the porters? Porters? - Didn't you find out about the porters? - Why, I'm sorry, but I- What were you doing all this time? What's the matter with you? You went there- Do you mind? I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it tonight. Hello. Good morning. "Lay thee down now, and rest "May thy slumber be blessed "Lullaby, and good night "Thy mother's delight "Bright angels around "My darling shall sound "They will guard thee from harm" Do you mind? "They will guard thee from harm "Thou shall wake in my arms" This is Mr. Conway, children. Good morning, Mr. Conway. - How do you do? - Very well, thank you. Children, Teacher is going to be very busy this afternoon. So, school's dismissed. Please. I hope you're not going to run away this time. My name's Sondra. I hope you'll forgive me for... You know, each time I see you, I hear that music. What is it? You mean my pigeons. It's these little flutes that I attached to their tails. See? Come along with me and I'll show you how I put them on. This is how we tie them on. By varying the size of the flutes, I can get any notes I wish. The wind does the rest. Here's a little fellow who has lost his. - Was this your idea? - Yes. Hold this pigeon. You suggested my being brought here, didn't you? What gave you the idea I'd fit in? - That was easy. I'd read your books. - You've read my books? You do more things. What have my books got to do with it? I saw a man whose life was empty. "A man whose life was empty. " I know, it was full of this and full of that. But you were accomplishing nothing. You were going nowhere and you knew it. As a matter of fact, all I saw was a little boy whistling in the dark. "A little boy whistling... " Do you realise that there was a British cruiser waiting at Shanghai... ...smoke pouring out of its funnels, tugging at its moorings... ...waiting to take Mr. Conway back to London. Do you know right now there are headlines shrieking the news... ...that Conway's missing? Does that look like a man who's life was empty? Yes. You're absolutely right. I had to come to a pigeon house in Shangri-La to find the only other person... ...who knew it. May I congratulate you? I only brought you here to show you my pigeons. Don't worry about them. Now you can put flutes on my tail and bells on my feet. I've so many questions I'd like to ask, I don't know where to begin. I'll help you. To begin with, you'd like to know what I'm doing here. - That I was born here. - Thank you. Well, I was almost born here. It took place in that wild country beyond the pass. My parents were in a party of explorers who got lost and wandered for a year. When Chang found us only father and I were alive. He was too weak to climb the pass. He died on the way. I was brought up by Father Perrault. I envy you. - I talked to him last night. - I know. I can't quite get used to this age thing. I'm 30. You're going to make life very simple. It's inconceivable. - What? - All of it. Father Perrault and his magnificent history. This place, hidden away from the rest of the world... ...with its glorious concepts. And now you come along and confuse me entirely. I'm sorry. I thought I was to be the light. Why do I confuse you? Am I so strange? On the contrary, you're not strange. And that in itself is confusing. I had the same idea about Shangri-La. The sense I've been here before, that I belonged here. I'm so glad. I can't quite explain it, but everything is somehow... ...familiar. The very air that I breathe. The lamasery... ...with its feet rooted in the good earth of this fertile valley... ...while its head explores the eternal. All the beautiful things I see, these cherry blossoms, you... ...all somehow are familiar. I've been kidnapped and brought here against my will. A crime, a great crime, yet I accept it amiably. With the same amiability one tolerates only from a very dear and close friend. Why? Can you tell me why? Maybe 'cause you've always been part of Shangri-La without knowing it. - I wonder. - I'm sure of it. I've never seen the outside world, but I understand there are many people... ...who are supposed to be mean and greedy. I just know that secretly they are all hoping to find a garden spot... ...where there is peace and security. Where there's beauty and comfort. Where they wouldn't have to be mean and greedy. I just wish the whole world might come to this valley. Then it wouldn't be a garden spot for long. I don't know why I associate with you, Mr. Barnard or Mr. Chalmers Bryant... ...or Mr. Embezzler, or whatever your name may be. - Just call me Barney. - Barney? Why should I? Never, we have nothing in common. What effrontery! Okay, Lovey. And this trip to the valley. Why did I allow you to drag me here? You don't know anything about these people. We're not even armed. They're very nice people, except that they've got horns. - Horns? - You know. Horns. What kind of horns? Come on. They won't hurt you. All I want is a glass of wine. - Thanks. - Sit down. Now this is fine. This is swell. No, thanks, just a drink. I've been walking and I'm a little thirsty. That's all right. I just don't happen to be very hungry. All I asked for was a glass of wine. Look here, I've got to have some help with this. Where is Lovey? Look! Mr. Barnard! Come here! I asked for a glass of wine, look what I got. Come on, sit down. This is where you are. I might have known. - No wonder you couldn't hear me. - Relax and have a glass of wine. - Sit down! - And be poisoned out here in the open? - Won't you please have a glass of wine? - I never drink wine, in the daytime. - There you are. - This doesn't obligate me in any way. No. The bears came right into the bedroom and the little baby bear said: "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed. " And then the mama bear said: "Somebody's been sleeping in my bed. " And then the big papa bear, he roared: "And somebody's been sleeping in my bed. " You have to admit, the poor little bears were in a quandary. Well, I'm going to sleep in my bed. Come on, Lovey. - They were in a quandary. - Come on, Lovey. Why, "Come on" all the time? What's the matter, you going to be a fuss-budget all your life? Drink it up. Aren't you having any fun? - Where was I? - In a quandary. I'm telling this story. The poor little bears... ...they didn't know what to do. Somebody had been sleeping in their beds. Who slept in their beds? Who was it, Lovey? You called me "Lovey"? Look at those eyes. There's the devil in those eyes. "Here we go gathering nuts in May "Here we go gathering nuts in May Early on Tuesday morning "Here we go, Shangri-La, Shangri-La "Here you are in Shangri-La" Hello, Maria. You promised to come for tea yesterday. I waited for so long. Sorry. - I haven't got any cigarettes left. - I'll make some for you. You will come today? Perhaps. Please say you will. The days are very long and lonely without you. Please. All right, I'll be there. Thank you. You'll tell me the things I want to know, right? Who's in charge? Why we were kidnapped and what will happen to us? Chang's been lying about those porters, hasn't he? Beautiful. - I'm waiting for the bump. - "Bump"? When the plane lands at Shangha and wakes us all up. You see. It's not a dream. I sometimes think that the other is the dream. The outside world. - Have you never wanted to go there? - Goodness, no! From what you tell me, it doesn't sound very attractive. It's not so bad really. Some phases of it are sordid, of course. That's only to be expected. Why? Usual reasons. - A world of people struggling for existence. - Struggling? Why? Everyone naturally wants to make a place for himself. - Accumulate a nest egg and so on. - Why? If you keep on asking that, we're not going to get anywhere. - And don't ask me why. - I was just going to. It's the most annoying word in the English language. Ever hear a child torture his parent with it? "If Mother's little darling doesn't take her fingers... "... out of the salad bowl this instant, Mother's going to wring her little neck. " - Would you like to wring my little neck? - I'd love it. Why? I'm sorry. I've thought about it for years. I knew you'd come. And I knew when you did, you'd never leave. Am I forgiven for sending for you? Forgiven. When we were on that plane... ...I was fascinated by the way its shadow followed it. That silly shadow... ...racing along over mountains and valleys... ...covering 10 times the distance of the plane. Yet always there to greet us with outstretched arms when we landed. I've been thinking that somehow you're that plane... ...and I'm that silly shadow. That all my life, I've been rushing up and down hills... ...leaping rivers, crashing over obstacles... ...never dreaming that one day, that beautiful thing in flight... ...could land on this earth and into my arms. This place is amazing. That marble quarry in the valley is simply magnificent. I've looked around. I've seen everything. Your woodworkers and your cloth weavers are all so happy. You may not know it, but right here you have Utopia. - You're very kind. - I don't mean it in that sense. I only give credit where credit is due. I'm very anxious to have you realise that I never for a moment believed... ...that ridiculous kidnapping story. - I'm so glad. - Simply preposterous. Do you know what I did last night? I held a sort of a self inventory. I said to myself last night, "Lovey, Mr. Lovett... " - I said, "You are an ungrateful fool. " - No. Those are my very words to myself last night. "These people here are doing everything to make your stay comfortable... "... and I haven't done one single thing to show my appreciation. " What would you like to do? I thought with your permission and while I'm waiting for these porters... ...I'd like to organise classes for the children in the valley... ...and teach them something practical and something useful. Geology. - Splendid. - Isn't it? I was a professor for 20 years. - And a very good one. - I'm sure you were. - When would you like to start? - Immediately. Then it's done. Thank you. You get the idea? From this reservoir here, I can pipe the whole works. I'm going to get a kick out of this. It's just to keep my hand in. With the equipment we have here... ...I can put a plumbing system in the whole village. Rig it up in no time. Do you realise those people are still going to the well for water? - It's unbelievable. - Think of it! In times like these! What about that gold deal? - Gold, you know- - Oh, that. That can wait.

mike tesko · « **Reply #718 on:** February 04, 2018, 01:07:PM »

Nobody's going to run off with it. I've got to get busy. I want to show this layout to Chang. - Don't you take any wooden nickels. - All right. You're acting like a child. You haven't talked for two weeks. There's nothing to say. - I'm afraid that does it. - I'm afraid it does. Shall we have another? Not tonight, if you don't mind. Come in, my dear. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I thought Mr. Conway's brother was here. Excuse me. Charming, isn't she? Yes. Charming. Your brother seems quite fascinated by her. Why not? She's an attractive young woman. Young? She arrived here in 1888. She was 20 at the time. She was on her way to join her betrothed... ...when her carriers lost their way in the mountain. The party would've perished, but for meeting some of our people. Amazing. Still doesn't look over 20. When is she likely to grow old in appearance? She'd quickly revert in appearance to her actual age. It's weird. How old are you? Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. Each time you Westerners... ...celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds. - But you know you'd tell 'em not to. - My dear boy- You've been lying since we arrived. It's worked for some people. Because they lack the courage to do something. But not me. You're up against the wrong man. I'll leave, even if I have to blow this place into the valley. I'll get out, porters or no porters! You must prevail upon him not to attempt the journey. He could never get through that country alive. I can't let him go alone. It's suicide. Yes, of course your brother is a problem. It was to be expected. I knew you'd understand. That's why I came to you for help. You must not look to me for help. Your brother is no longer my problem. He is now your problem. Mine? Because, my son, I'm placing in your hands... ...the future and destiny of Shangri-La... ...for I am going to die. I knew my work was done, when I first set eyes upon you. I've waited for you, my son, for a long time. I've sat in this room and seen the faces of newcomers. I've looked into their eyes and heard their voices... ...always in hope that I might find you. My friend, it is not an arduous task that I bequeath... ...for our order knows only silken bonds. To be gentle and patient. To care for the riches of the mind. To preside in wisdom... ...while the storm rages without. Do you think this will come in my time? You, my son, will live through the storm. You will preserve the fragrance of our history... ...and add to it a touch of your own mind. Beyond that, my vision weakens. But I see at a great distance... ...a new world stirring in the ruins... ...stirring clumsily... ...but in hopefulness... ...seeking its lost and legendary treasures... ...and they will all be here, my son. Hidden behind the mountains... ...in the Valley of the Blue Moon... ...preserved as by a miracle. We run the pipes through here and connect with the main waterline here. Where are you going to get pipes? That's a cinch. I'll show them how to cast pipes out of clay. There you are. You'd better get your things together. We're leaving. - Leaving? - The porters are taking us back. We've got clothing, food, everything. When are you going to start? This very minute. They're waiting for us on the plateau. That Chinaman thought he could stop me. Come along. I think I'll stick around. I'll leave with the porters on the next trip. You mean you don't want to go? Well, I'm- You're afraid of going to jail. You see I've got this plumbing business. If you insist being an idiot, I won't coax you. How about you? You don't want to go yet, honey. She'll stick around, too. That right? If you want me to. Sure. Don't you worry. I'll take care of you. All right, suit yourself, but just remember you had your chance. - How about you? Do you want to go? - Where? Home. I've got porters to take us back. I'm sorry. That's impossible. I have my classes. I don't care what you've started. Do you want to go? No, I think I'd better wait. - Yes, I'll wait. - You'll wait until you rot! - Hello, Gloria. - Hello. I've just finished translating an interesting old tablet. It told me of the origin of the Masonic symbols- - That's swell. - What? I want to show you something. Isn't that pretty. What is it? Plumbing. Everything modern. I'm going to run pipes all through the village. Hello, George. You can stop worrying now. I've made arrangements to leave. If you let me close that window, I can talk to you. That noise is driving me crazy. I said we're getting out of here. Back to civilisation. I made a deal with the porters. They're leaving tomorrow at dawn. They're waiting for us outside the valley. Get your things together. - Where's your topcoat? - You can't leave. What's going to stop me? - You've got to stay here now. - Stay here? What's the matter with you? You've acted strangely since we came. I've never seen you like this. What's stopping us from leaving? Something grand and beautiful. Something I've been searching for all my life. The answer to the confusion and bewilderment of a lifetime. I've found it and I can't leave it. You mustn't either. I don't know what you're talking about. You're carrying around a secret that's eating you up. - Tell me about it. - I want to tell you. I'll burst with it if I don't. It's weird and fantastic and unbelievable... ...but so beautiful. As you know, we were kidnapped and brought here... And that's the whole story. He died, as peacefully as the passing of a cloud's shadow. His last words were: "I place in your hands, my son... "... the future and destiny of Shangri-La. " Now you know why I can't leave. I really don't know what to say. You've been hypnotised by fanatics. I wouldn't believe it in England. Why should I swallow it here in Tibet? How do you know these things are true? - Did they show you proof? - I don't need proof. I knew there was a reason why I hated this place. I'd love to fly over it with bombs for what they've done to you. All this talk about lamas being hundreds of years old. How do you know? Did you see their birth certificates? I can't believe it. A bunch of old men sit around and dream about reforming the world... ...and you, two-feet-on-the-ground Conway, want to join them. It's horrible. Is that all my story meant to you? What else could it mean to me? It's obviously a lot of bunk.

mike tesko · « **Reply #719 on:** February 04, 2018, 01:08:PM »

Then you'd better go. This is no place for you. It's no place for you. Think of what's waiting for you. Do you want to stay here till you're half dead? Till your mind starts corroding like the rest of them? - I don't want to talk about it anymore. - You've got to talk. And me? They stole the plane to bring you here. I didn't want to come. You owe me some responsibility. I'm tired of owing you things. You're free to go. Go ahead. It's that girl. - That girl has twisted and turned- - That's enough. Never mind the girl. Why don't you go? Look here. Ever since I can remember you've looked after me. Now, you're the one that needs looking after. I'm your brother. If there's something wrong with you... ...let me help you. I don't feel like making that trip alone. You couldn't possibly stay here, could you? I'd go mad. I may be wrong. I may be a maniac... ...but I believe in this and I'm not going to lose it. You know how much I want to help you... ...but this is bigger, stronger if you like, than brotherly love. I'm sorry. I'm staying. I can't think of anything more to say. Goodbye. Are you sure the porters will take care of you? It's all set. - Maria made the arrangements. - Maria? - The little Russian girl. - How's she involved? - She's going with me. - You're crazy. - You can't take her away from here. - Why not? You can't. Do you know what will happen if she leaves Shangri-La? She's fragile and can only live where fragile things are loved. Take her out of this valley and she'll fade away like an echo. What do you mean, "Fade away like an echo"? She came here in 1888. This'd be funny, if it weren't so pathetic. She isn't a day over 20. - You're wrong. - I'm not wrong. She told me so. Besides, she wouldn't have to tell me. I'd know anyway. I found out a lot of things last night. I'm not ashamed of it. It's one of the few decent things... ...that's ever happened in this hellish place. Everyone is happy in Shangri-La. Nobody would ever think of leaving. It's all just rot! She's pleaded with me since I came to take her away from this place. She's cried in my arms, for fear I'd leave her here. She's made two trips to the plateau to bribe the porters. For me! I don't believe a word of it. All right, I'll prove it to you. You've believed everything they're told you without proof. I'll prove my story. Come in a minute. I've got some bad news for you. My brother and I've decided we can't take you along. You can't take me? You promised to take me with you! It's all your fault. It was all arranged until he spoke to you. Why can't you leave us alone? - You want to leave Shangri-La? - I'll die if I have to stay another minute. I've waited a long time for this chance and you're not going to stop me now. If I have to, I'll go alone. I brought the porters. If it weren't for me, you'd never get out. The High Lama told them not to take anyone. The High Lama! Who pays any attention to him? The porters laugh at the High Lama. They only want to know how much gold he'll give. I gave them more gold. I've been stealing it for a year. I'd do anything to leave this place. To leave the High Lama, who calls himself Father Perrault. He's been insane for years. - Father Perrault is dead. - He's dead! That's fine. You won't see me shedding any tears over him. You must take me with you. Aren't you afraid to leave? You don't want to look like an old woman, do you? Old woman? - Chang told you that, didn't he? - Yes. I thought so. He tells everyone I'm old. He wants them to stay away from me. He gets mad when anyone comes near me. He's punished me for every minute I've spent with George. If it weren't for him, I'd have left long ago. But he always stops me. Six months ago I tried to escape and he locked me in a dark room. I nearly went crazy. Look at me! Do I look like an old woman? Is this the skin of an old woman? Look into my eyes. Are these the eyes of an old woman? She was kidnapped and brought here two years ago just as we were. I don't believe it. I can't believe it. She's lying. You're lying. Every word you've been saying is a lie. Say it! You're lying, aren't you? No, I'm not lying. What reason could I have for lying? Chances are we'll never come out of that horrible trip alive. But I'd rather die out there in a snowstorm, be buried alive... ...than to stay here one more minute. - You say the porters are waiting for us? - Yes. - Clothes? - Yes, everything. What about the others? I've asked them. They're afraid to make the trip. We'll have to send an expedition back after them. Come on, we're wasting time. - Are you taking me? - Certainly. Come on. It won't be long before we're in London. Can't you just see everyone when we pop in out of the blue? We'll have them breathless when we tell them our story. You had me worried for a while. I thought you were gone completely. Lucky for me you snapped out of it. You saved my life. - I never could have made it alone. - What was that? - I was saying- - Shut up! Must you go on babbling? - What's happened? Where's Bob? - He's going, my child. - Going? - But he will return. No! I can't stand it. I can't go on anymore. I've got to rest. How long is this going to go on? I can't stand it. Can't you get them to wait for us? They're leaving us farther behind every day. There's nothing that would suit 'em more than to lose us, but we must go on. - Come on, darling. - I can't. You've got to let me rest. Target practice again.

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