The Lost City of Z

Percy!

Look at him with his horse.

Wave to your father.

Gentlemen!

Today, I will be delivered to the Archduke Ferdinand at the gala.

I expect you to behave with distinction on this hunt.

Good luck...

and Godspeed.

Could they not fit you a rocking chair on that horse, grandad?

You'll all be my gun bearers by evening.

I've no doubt of that.

Keep up there! Keep up there!

Major, there's no path there!

Major! Major!

Good boy.

You caught him?

Superb horsemanship, Major.

Excellent shot, sir.

These woods have been deadly to horses.

To Death;

the best source to Life.

You'll be the toast of the gala.

Here they come.

Oh, he's triumphant!

- Daddy did it! - Come here, you.

- Daddy! - Well done, Daddy.

Someday, you and I will go hunting together.

We're going to be late.

Oh, God, it's this damn thing.

You must be so pleased with yourselves. You, men.

Making us wear these awful things.

At least you're not wearing trousers.

Oh, I would if I could.

I know.

Well?

Rather lovely.

"Rather lovely."

What is it? What's amiss?

You've got the deer.

All eyes will be on you this evening.

Well, my darling, I will be the only man there tonight, of my rank,

whose uniform is unadorned.

How can that matter now?

The great Secretary Bryce will be at the gala.

Oh, Ms. Fawcett.

You've no medals.

"Oh, no, Mr. Bryce. You see, I've been terribly busy

teaching ancient militiamen to point their rifles at tree stumps, so...

No, no.

No medals for me, sir."

Tell me.

Who's this Secretary Bryce when he's at home?

The last man here upon whom we might possibly rely for advancement.

I see.

I'm getting older, cheeky,

and very impatient of lost years.

I know the medals are ridiculous. I do.

But this may be our final chance.

Secretary Bryce, this is Major Fawcett.

- Major. - It's an honor, sir.

Honor's mine, sir.

Good to meet you. Meet Secretary Bryce; Secretary Bryce, Madame Bellamy.

Major and Mrs. Percy Fawcett.

They're toasting the kill without you.

This most magnificent animal...

Well, I am dancing with you, so I've got the better of the bargain.

May I, Major?

Spoken too soon.

Come.

By the way, who got the kill?

Oh, that would be Major Fawcett, Mr. Secretary.

Well, we should invite him to supper.

Oh...

Well, may I say...

he's been rather unfortunate in his choice of ancestors.

I see.

Well, then...

Tell me. How is Lady...

No more than 20 cases, Clive.

Hurry along, men. Come on!

Come on. Put your back into it.

- Fawcett! - Put your backs into it.

Hurry it along.

- Sir. - You're off to London tomorrow,

to the Royal Geographical Society.

The Royal Geographical, sir?

There's a major exploration afoot.

Sounds like a grand adventure.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Major Fawcett, sir.

Oh, yes, yes. Come in.

Absent George Goldie, president of the RGS,

this is Mr. John Scott Keltie, our secretary.

How do you do, Major?

How do you do, sir?

Our paths have not crossed

during our work here several years back, did they?

They did not, sir.

I was likely consumed with my studies at the time.

Of course.

- Please, sit down. - Thank you.

Ah! The army seems to have posted you in many places in the path.

Yes, I've served in Salon and in Hong Kong before that;

most recently in Ireland.

As you can see, I've been transferred a fair bit around the Empire.

Major, what do you know about Bolivia?

- In South America, sir? - That's right.

Only what I've read.

Hmm. Then you can't know very much.

This is as good a map of Bolivia as we have.

Map's a bit blank as you can see. Nothing's really known about it at all.

A land of primitives.

But there are rubber plantations all over Amazonia.

Very profitable.

There is now considerable argument between Bolivia and Brazil

as to what constitutes their border.

So fantastically high is the price of rubber,

that war could arise.

Do you follow?

- I do, sir. - Mm-hmm.

Although, I'm not sure what this has to do with me.

I'm getting to that.

Neither country will accept mapping done by the other,

so they've requested us to act as referee.

- Mm. - As you've completed your mapping here...

with distinction. You came under our consideration.

- I see. - Mm-hmm.

Sirs, may I speak candidly?

Please.

My survey work was long ago.

And to be quite honest, I was rather hoping for a position

where I might see a fair bit of action.

Major.

This is far more than just survey work!

This is exploration in the jungle.

The environment's brutally difficult.

Terrible disease.

Murderous savages.

The journey may well mean your life.

At the very least, you will be gone for several years.

But were you to succeed, such an undertaking

could earn you soldierly decoration.

And...

even reclaim your family name.

You know we knew your father.

Did you?

Yes.

I did not.

Terrible thing.

Man's love of drink and gaming.

But as I say, success in this venture could change your lot...

considerably.

How come I've never seen a plain change color?

Like that.

Does it look big, like a big brain?

It looks round.

- It looks round in that doesn't it? - It does.

Jack, will you go and play?

I want to talk to your father for a minute.

Do you want to pick me a flower?

Uh... Ooh...

- Shall I throw the ball for her? - Yeah.

Ready?

Steady.

Throw it that way.

Throw it that far!

Oh, I knew it!

Hey, it's all wet.

He'll not know you when you return.

But you must go. I know that.

Indeed.

I have something to tell you.

I think I'm going to have another child.

I know I'm having another child.

Don't be sad.

I'm an independent woman.

I hadn't noticed.

Cheeky... Darling...

I know this is a sacrifice for all of us.

But it will be worth it.

I have no doubt.

Come here.

Cut you bloody throat!

You're a dead man!

Who are you?

What do you want?

Henry Costin.

I replied to your ad eleven times.

I'm your aide-de-camp.

Mr. Costin?

What are my duties, sir?

We've been at sea a week. Why are you just presenting yourself now?

I wanted to make sure you were up to the task, sir.

Are you drunk, Mr. Costin?

No.

You could've fooled me.

Well...

Well...

I might have had a little.