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We sacrifice this life for the glory of Kali, goddess of destruction.

I cannot.

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie!

He must have some kind of contacts.

No one ever gets permission to visit the maximum security unit.

Why is that?

Every prisoner in this block is a level four violence profile.

Doesn't get much sicker than that.

The guy you're going to see stabbed his victim repeatedly for at least 15

minutes. There were so many lacerations, the coroner couldn't determine the

number of stab wounds.

You have five minutes.

Don't go too close to the bars.

Sidney.

Dr. Terrace.

I want you to know that I don't believe for a second that you killed your

assistant.

I appreciate that, Sidney.

But I did.

A savagely is a beast without a soul.

I don't understand.

A dagger was sent to me for authentication.

The owner wanted to confirm that it was from the cult of Kali.

The Hindu goddess of destruction?

Yes. He sent me a note warning me not to touch it.

As I looked upon it, I was drawn to it. And the moment that I picked it up, it

was as though a spirit, a demon had control of me. I lashed out and...

What can we do?

A legend says that the dagger's power can only be neutralized when it's

to its sheath, and the sheath is still somewhere in Kalka.

Where's the dagger?

I've hidden it.

It would take the fires of hell for me to reveal where it is.

It, uh... Too late for you to save me, Sidney, but you have got to make sure

that the dagger doesn't fall into anyone else's hands.

There's something else, I'm afraid.

Present -day Kili worshippers are looking for the dagger.

They will kill to get it back.

We shouldn't be doing this. They're securing the crime scene's preserved

physical evidence.

You obviously didn't see the O .J. trial.

The fires of hell is a clue.

Careful. If the dagger's in there, you don't want to touch it. Right.

Find anything?

Not there.

That light.

He's run by the devil. Another word for devil is Lucifer.

Lucifer means bearer of light.

There's something.

Nothing there. The fires of hell.

Dante's Inferno.

Hell? Inferno?

It's a letter requesting authentication of the dagger from a Vincent Waxman.

Seven continents, imports and exports.

Calcutta.

Hey! Hey!

A thief should be careful who he steals from, Anish. I am not a thief.

Then why were you running?

You see, we know you stole the dagger.

Where is it?

I know nothing of a dagger.

Kali is sheathed.

So you know nothing of a dagger.

I bought that at a bazaar. I have no idea where it came from.

I think we both know exactly where this came from.

And you did not pay anything for it.

Tell me who you gave the dagger to, Anish, and I will spare your life.

They found Anish's body in the Ganges this morning.

No great loss to humanity.

It was a ritual killing.

A cult of Cali.

Somebody knows about the dagger and the sheaths, and they'll be after me next.

We're looking for Mr.

Waxman.

Who are you?

My name is Sidney Fox. We're colleagues of Dr.

Terrace. Oh, oh.

How is my old friend?

He's in jail.

Killed his assistant with a dagger. A dagger that you sent him.

It's authentic.

Your sympathy for your old friend is touching.

Truly a tragedy.

But I warned him.

I have packing to do.

I wonder if the local police would be interested in your connection with a

dagger that was used in a homicide.

Where did you get the dagger, Mr. Waxman?

I'm going to pick up the tickets now.

Yes, get them and come straight back, Shiraz.

A colleague of mine named Anish found the dagger at the dig at Kazmir.

In the same dig where they're searching for the Temple of Kali?

Yes, that's the one.

Of course, nothing of any value has ever been dug up there, but Anish insisted

that I send the dagger on to Terrace for authentication.

We're such good friends, I agreed to do it.

So where's the sheath now?

Anish has it.

Saw your good friend trusted you so much he held on to the sheath himself.

That is touching.

Where can we find Anish?

In the morgue.

He was killed this morning.

I gather you're not staying for the funeral?

Again, a tragedy.

But life goes on.

Preferably mine.

What makes you think the sheath's back in Kashmir?

Well, if there's a cult of Khali followers, as Dr. Terrace has said, then

would make sense that they'd kill a niche and steal the sheath.

Then it's probably someone present at the dig for the Lost Temple.

You think?

Well, if it's a secure dig, we certainly can't advertise who we are or that we

have the dagger with us.

How are we going to gain access?

I have no idea. This is us.

better than to sleep on these trains.

Nod off for more than a few winks at a time. The locals ought to trip you for

dead.

Really?

See that man over there?

He's been watching my luggage ever since we boarded the train.

He's blind.

Trust me. In India, nothing is what it seems.

Justin Willoughby.

Nigel Bailey.

What's your stop?

Kashmir. Mine too.

Is it?

Just remember, my friend, in India, nothing is what it seems.

Shiraz, what took you so long? The plane leaves in less than an hour.

Good afternoon, Mr. Waxman.

Where is the dagger?

You have one chance of saving your life.

Tell me the truth. I don't know where it is. Kill him.

No, no.

I can tell you who does.

She and her assistant were here a couple of hours ago asking about the sheath.

But the dagger could still be in America.

You are doing well.

Thank you.

So where is this woman and her assistant now?

I don't know.

But I did tell her about the dig at Kashmir.

Excellent.

You see, that wasn't so difficult, was it?

No.

You know, it is not often that I spare the life of someone as pathetic as you,

Waxman. But I like you.

Keep alert. Check your pack. It's the chaos that gives them the opportunity.

They've stolen my bag.

No, you won't find it.

How do you know?

seven continents, imports and exports.

We can't take your call right now, so please leave a message.

Thanks for calling.

Miss Fox?

No, Miss Fox's assistant, Claudia.

Raji Prakash.

Detective Raji Prakash, Calcutta Police Department.

Are Miss Fox and Mr. Bailey in?

No. Something the matter?

I'm hoping you can tell me.

Have you heard from them?

Not recently, no.

I need to speak to them in connection with a murder in Calcutta. A murder?

A Vincent Waxman. He was the proprietor of Seven Continents Imports. You've

heard of it?

Seven Continents Imports.

That's where they were going. Do you know where they are now?

Still in India, I guess.

I don't want to alarm you any more than is necessary, but they could be in

danger. Do you have any idea how I can reach them?

I've been trying to get a hold of them myself, but I couldn't get through.

I could leave a message on their cell phone. Not necessary right now.

I'm hoping to speak to them in person.

But perhaps you can help me with some information.

Me? Yes, just a few basic questions.

Anything I can do to help.

Good.

I've got a meeting at our embassy. It shouldn't take long.

But you'll be here later this evening?

I've got yoga at six.

But I don't have to go.

It's all right.

It can wait until morning.

I'll give you a call.

I hope Nigel and Sydney are okay.

One more thing.

Do you have any security alarms on this office?

No. Why?

It's just in light of recent circumstances.

You should be careful.

Thanks.

mail of Nigel Bailey. Please leave a message.

Nigel, it's Claudia.

You gotta call me back as soon as you get this. A Calcutta police detective

just here asking questions about a murder. He said you and Sydney might be

danger. Call me.

Okay, I give.

What do we do now?

Say something very British.

I'm sorry?

Say anything. Say it loud.

God save the queen?

God save the queen!

Ah, welcome to Kashmir, Mr.

Willoughby. Welcome to Kashmir.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Oh, come with me, please. Are you sure no one else came off the train with you?

I was expecting our cultural observer.

Well, I'm sure he will come later tonight. Meanwhile, I will get you right

through the dig, of course.

If you'll be so kind.

Yes, by the way, I am Dr. Flaubert. Right.

And you are?

This is, um... Robin Wolfe, Mr. Willoughby.

That's right.

Delighted. I'm anxious for you to get to work.

I can hardly wait.

Please hold on.

Somebody here?

I'm delighted we are able to obtain your services, Mr. Willoughby. You're in

very high demand these days.

Well, that's to be expected for someone with Mr. Willoughby's level of

expertise. Thank you, Miss Wolfe.

Amazing.

Yeah. But I'm afraid the conditions are rather primitive.

That's right.

I don't mind roughing it.

We were fortunate that there has been so much written about the temple over the

years, some of it by the cult of Kali itself.

We've uncovered what we believe to be the main entrance, but as I described in

my letter, it has a series of setbacks, which is where you come in, I thought.

Of course.

Please allow me, I will...

I've heard there's still worshippers of Kali here today.

All that we have of Kali is to be found under that rock, I assure you.

Accommodations, I'm afraid, are at the premium. We weren't aware you were

bringing your assistant.

I could arrange for a divider, if you like.

Oh, no, don't worry. I'll be fine.

Then, uh...

I'll see you at the site shortly. You can see what you're up against.

I

can't

believe what you have got me into.

It was a perfect opportunity to get us into the dig. I don't know anything

this Willoughby.

We'll find out soon enough.

Whatever his connection is to the dig, you're just going to have to bluff your

way through long enough to let me poke around a little. What if it's something

don't know anything about?

It's an archaeological dig, Nigel.

You're an expert in ancient civilizations, you've got a working

geology, and you're conversing in a dozen languages.

I'm sure there's something you're at least vaguely familiar with.

Right. You're right. You're right, of course.

I'm a demolitions expert.

Yes, you are.

And from what you're charging us, you'd better be the best.

Come, take a look.

That is fine, yes, good.

This is Gupta, our foreman, Mr. Willoughby, Miss Walsh.

I think it's the sand pocket.

Sand pocket?

We're close to the temple entrance, but every time we blow it, the walls cave in

on themselves.

Most of the cliff is composited sedimentary, ptolemitic limestone.

There must be some highly fractured composition somewhere within that's

off my estimates.

Right.

We've been using 1 ,000 kilos of Magnafrac Anpo with a two -pound

the holes in a 12 by 13 pattern with a 25 millisecond delay.

We're trying to kick the dough out, but we might be loading too far into the

collar.

Not enough stemming.

Right, right, yes, I see what you mean.

I'm going to need to take a closer look at these, of course.

Uh, we can expect you to refigure the charges tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow? Yes, yes.

Any

ideas

now? Nigel, calm down. Calm down?

How can I calm down? Sidney, I'm setting dynamite charges tomorrow.

Okay, get Claudia on the phone. Have her do enough research to get you through

this. Then hide the dagger. I'm going to take a look around.

Something's wrong. I can smell it.

Nigel, thank God. Someone broke into Sidney's office and trashed it.

Trashed it?

Why?

Whoever it was was looking for something.

And that Waxman guy you went to see?

Yeah, what about him?

Well, he's dead.

Dead? Dead.

He knew you went to visit. I've been trying to call you for hours.

Whoever came by was not a policeman.

He was looking for the dagger.

It wasn't a policeman?

Not a policeman.

Probably a murderer.

A murderer?

They probably sent whoever broke into the office.

My God.

Look, Claudia, we're in a bit of a bind. I need some research.

Uh -huh.

I need to become an explosives expert in 24 hours.

I don't appreciate a joke like that at a time like this, Nigel.

Claudia?

Claudia?

I'm doomed.

Good. Have a good look. Okay.

I don't see anyone.

But keep your eyes open.

Tell me again, why are we blowing it up?

Robin, there you are.

Gupta and I were just going over a few details for tomorrow's blow.

You are out of breath.

The altitude.

Your supper is in an hour.

I just followed a few workers.

They weren't headed anywhere they wanted to be followed.

Waxman's dead.

Someone broke into your office. Someone who knew that we met him.

No one else knew.

To the wonder of uncovering that which is hidden. To the lost temple of Kali.

Gupta has informed me that you were maddeningly vague about your plans for

tomorrow.

Yes. Well, um... Trade secrets, you know.

Ah.

What is your impression of the country so far, Mr. Willoughby?

Um... Well, I suppose it would be that, um...

Nothing is what it seems in India.

Ah.

Well said.

Oh, excuse me. Yes? The cultural observer.

Bring him in. Our Indian cultural observer is finally here, so...

Please, let me present Mr.

Willoughby.

Hello. And his assistant, Miss Robin Wolf.

Edward Patel. Mr. Patel.

You are American.

Yes.

A pleasure.

A thousand apologies for my delay.

It's nothing at all.

I had pressing business in Calcutta.

Patel is a cultural observer.

You're an explosives expert.

What do you think so bears in with him?

I don't know.

What? Did you move my pack?

No.

Someone's been in here.

Looking for the dagger.

Turn down the light.

What makes me think Patel's not heading off to Betty by?

What do you say we go for a stroll, Nigel?

Big day tomorrow, Sid.

Explosions and all.

All right.

That's the same way the two workers went earlier.

What now?

We're going in there, aren't we?

Uh -huh.

Why wouldn't we?

What is this place?

My guess?

The entrance to the lost temple of Kale.

What about the... The other entrance?

Yeah. A trick.

Made to look like an entrance.

Designed to cave in upon itself by the original cult.

Over and over again.

There'll be guards.

Definitely.

What's under here?

What's your estimate, Mr. Willoughby?

I get the feeling they won't be using these for archaeological surveys.

Disciples of Kali, behold the sheath.

One half of the great icon has been recovered.

And we rejoice, for we know who it is that has the dagger in their possession.

An American relic hunter.

and her assistant, and they are here in this car.

After we complete our ceremony, we shall seek them out. We shall take the dagger

from them and use it to cut out their living hearts.

We pledge

our lives to Kali.

Or are we going to get to the sheath?

How are we going to get out of it with our skins intact? You heard the man.

He's going to cut out our living hearts.

Yeah, he does have a way with words, doesn't he?

Kali, guide our hands and favor us with success.

Bring forth the sacrifice.

Who wishes the honor of making the sacrifice?

You.

No.

The one who hesitates.

Slow with it, Nigel, slow.

He who most fears to serve Kali will benefit most.

Remove your hood.

Let us see who among us is afraid to serve Kali.

No.

Remove your hood.

Remove your hood.

Move it now.

It's all right.

I'm not one of them.

17 ,500 in a primacord. What? Two pounds of demolition booster with a 25 feet

per millisecond velocity detonation. Enough to take out half his temple.

Lift those stones out of the way.

Deep. Deep.

What? Quickly.

We must get through. Come, help.

Clear that out of the way.

Nigel, get the dagger. We'll go for the Land Rover. Okay.

Who are you?

Willoughby. Don't move.

No. You don't understand. I've got to... I understand that you have impersonated

me and that you stole my luggage.

Do you have any explanation before I hand you over to the authorities?

Like you said to me on the train, nothing is what it seems.

There's a vicious group of Kali worshippers here at the dig and they're

to kill me.

Here they are now.

Us!

They must not get away.

Nigel, hurry!

Come on, Nigel!

No!

Okay.

Let's drop it.

Those who do not serve Kali must die.

Oh, good.

Hey,

would you take it easy with that stuff, Mr. Willoughby? You're starting to scare

me.

attacked Sidney?

Well, it wasn't really me. It was the evil spirit of Carly.

Or that only me that's suffering from the sore muscles.

You didn't bring that dagger thing back, did you?

Safely returned to the Indian Museum collection.

Sidney and I will testify to the dagger's evil, and that will either help

Terrace in his defense or have us both committed.

I hear you got a few bruises of your own. Are you all right?

Yeah. Adcon security?

I'm the one installing the system.

I'm feeling better already.

Let me show you exactly where everything needs to go.