And they never returned... How distressed did your
mother and the rest of the family feel?
(Sarcastic and impatient about the typical cliché media question) "Vaguely" to "Medium" distressed. If we're
applying the Richter scale; "Five" perhaps.
A secret city still with its original population hidden
away from the modern world? A whole ancient
undiscovered culture…What did you think as they were
setting off? You were twenty then.
I wasn't too impressed. I wasn't a dreamer like my
father and Jack. I was a practical lad and so I left for
Peru to work as an apprentice railway engineer building
railways over the Andes. I had a wonderful, exciting
But when the years went by and the three had not
returned…You and your mother and sister Joan…You
weren't terribly distressed, then?
BRIAN (Impatiently) There was a probability that my father
and the others had chosen to stay in there!
Several years perhaps. There was no point in returning
before he found "Z" and solid proof of his theory. His
last letter to my mother from a place called Dead Horse
Camp, because it was where one of his horses died,
said; "Don't worry if we are gone several years and for
God's sake don't let rescue parties come looking for
But the rescue parties got underway didn't they? Many
people lost their lives "Looking for Fawcett."
Over the next twenty years probably a hundred
adventurers lost their lives looking for my father. It
was a fashionable alternative to joining the foreign
legion. If you were tired of life or crossed in love…well
then, "Go and look for Fawcett in the swamps of
The world began to forget your father until you
published your best seller "Exploration Fawcett"
outlining his previous adventures.
My book put my father firmly on the world map. I was
even invited by the Brazilian government to look at
some skeleton purported to be his. Of course it proved
to be a hoax. The Brazilian government wanted to stop
these Fawcett seekers coming in, fearing they were
really foreign agents and so produced a body to finally
close the case. It turned out to be the skeleton of a five
foot two Indian found in an area the Fawcett party had
never visited, besides which my father and the others
were over six feet tall.
And you thought Jack might still be alive?…
Yes. I hired a plane and flew over thousands of square
miles and whenever the pilot and I spotted a clearing
with smoke from Indian fires we'd swoop down and
drop leaflets. It was terrifying. Especially when the
single engine occasionally started sputtering and
stalling. Well, I never found Jack.
…So let's talk a little now about your father's personal
background. His inner beliefs and so on.
No. Let's not talk about them.
You damn well know why!! Because I asked you not to
when we negotiated this interview. So just let's unplug
BRIAN dives forward in a rage and rips the microphone cord from the tape recorder.
No, please! That's BBC property!
Good! I shall enjoy stamping on it then if you don't get
out of my house right now!
Is this really necessary?
BRIAN lunges menacingly at ALBERT till they are face to face.