Journey to the Center of the Earth

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,

I don't want any tea!
I only want my post.
Don't shout at me!
I can shout
just as loud as you!

For two weeks,
you haven't eaten or slept.

Out, woman!
Here's your post,
Uncle Oliver.

Another day,
and still nothing!

Can you believe that?
No answer.

And where is Alec McEwen?
At the university.
How long does it take
to get a letter from
Stockholm to England?

Answer the bell.
We have to speak
to Sir Oliver.

Don't tell us
he's busy.

Callers? That's
all I need.

Oliver, we all know your
reputation for rudeness.

You're also
a conscientious man.

But you've skipped
every lecture for two weeks.