Journey to the Center of the Earth

Are you all right?
That was entirely
my fault.

I don't know how it
could have happened.

Mr. Paisley, by your slip
you've rendered

an inestimable service
to science.

See this?
What would
you call it?

As you said,
it's a manmade object.

It looks like a top,
a surveyor's instrument,
a plumb bob.

It is
a plumb bob.

There are letters
on it.

It's an inscription,
a message, perhaps.

Can you make out
what it says, Professor?

It's in some
Nordic tongue.

The hand that
wrote this trembled.

Perhaps it was
a dying hand.

Was it written
in paint? Ink?

Perhaps blood.
Look at this side, sir!
A signature!
Arne Saknussemm.
Arne Saknussemm!
Will you take me
home now, Uncle Oliver,

or do I have to
go alone?

It's unthinkable,
but it must be true.

A man took tools
and went where no human being
has ever set foot...

alone into the interior
of the earth. Alone.

Who? What is he
talking about?

Arne Saknussemm,
the Icelandic scientist.

The greatest
of his day.

He was laughed at
when he claimed

there was a world
down below.

The laughter stopped
when he disappeared,

never to be
heard from...

until tonight.
Get out of here,