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Some bloody notion you had, breaking off from the platoon to go searching for

treasure. Shut up and keep working.

We've got to come back and tell the captain about what we're living.

We tell him what really happened. You think anyone in their right mind should

believe us?

You think we were daft and toss us in the asylum?

No one can ever know the truth.

Not the captain, the platoon, your Mrs. Nobody.

You got me?

Swear it! I swear!

I swear!

I won't tell at all.

As soon as he's buried, putting that bloody thing back in the cave where it

belongs.

Yes, park here.

Ancient Studies.

I'm looking for Professor Fox.

Dean Warmer. Uh, no, I'm sorry, she's not here.

I know. Go and call her out of class.

Call her out of class?

Uh, Sidney really hates to be interrupted, so I can't just... I need

with her right now.

You go and interrupt her.

Interrupt her?

Yes, sir, I absolutely will. You know, you can always count on me, sir.

Good. And might I say, what a pleasure it is to...

Agnes, hi.

It's Claudia from Sidney Fox's office.

Yeah, I was just wondering, could you do me the tiniest little favor?

Sure, Claudia. What is it this time?

What could be so important that the dean will call you out of class?

I have no idea.

I just got a message from the conference room. We'll find out soon enough.

I think it could be anything to do with us being away so much.

Oh, Nigel, relax.

What is this?

A playback system for satellite transmissions.

Hello, Sidney.

You're the one that called me out of class? I knew you'd never come to my

office, so I brought my office to you.

Where's the dean?

The dean's not coming, Nigel. Nigel Bailey, my teaching assistant, Rod

Rod Thorson?

Entrepreneur? Thorson Group?

International Air?

Among other things.

Your boss disappointed me, Nigel. I asked her to lead an expedition that I

sponsored to Myanmar.

She turned me down. Only because I despise you.

Perhaps you forget the considerable contributions that I make to this

university. That won't give you carte blanche to my services.

Regardless of your opinions of me, the Myanmar expedition proceeded without

And the day before yesterday, they uncovered a remarkable relic.

A prehistoric bowl which could possibly be the world's oldest religious

artifact.

I guess I made a bad choice.

No, Sidney.

A fateful one.

Because a few hours after the crew reported their discovery, we received

transmission by satellite.

Go ahead, Cal.

Something's gone wrong.

I don't know what happened.

I heard screaming outside the tent.

That's June White.

Terror on Joan's face.

But it would have been a wild animal?

Maybe.

Maybe rebel soldiers.

They have been fighting within Myanmar government for some time. Well, the

fighting's way up north.

Perhaps the Maladi porters turned against them. The Maladi are peaceful

that would be completely out of their nature.

Well, whatever happened, it's a terrible tragedy.

After you turned me down, I hired Joan Wyatt on your recommendation.

Joan Wyatt is a highly skilled professional, both in the lab and in the

Agreed. So help me find out what happened.

Was there anything prior to the attack indicating they were in danger? Just the

opposite. Play the previous day's transmission tile.

Mr. Thorson, it's day seven just after 5 p .m. and I think you're going to be

very happy, we hit the jackpot.

We found the most incredible relic, absolutely amazing.

We discovered it in this cave about an hour ago. I've never seen anything like

it. The inside's a prehistoric place of worship.

We found... Oh, here come Dick and Rudy with the relic.

Oh, man, come on, Dick, get easy. Come on, let me hold it. That's cool, it's a

scratch, it's a scratch.

From the look of the cave paintings, I'd say we're talking about the species

Homo heidelbergensis. And the bowl was used in a sacrificial ritual.

I'd like to spend a few more days here so I can do a thorough field analysis

before we head home to document the cave and catalog some skeletal remains we

found. Oh, yeah.

We rock.

Oh, man.

Oh,

Mr.

Thorson.

her for turning down this expedition.

Her loss has been our gain.

And I just want all of you to know that I proposed to Joan last night. She

doesn't say yet.

We'll check in tomorrow. Bye.

It's not good, Sidney.

Vic is dead.

Rudy's missing.

And who knows what's happened to Joan.

Have you reported this to the Myanmar government?

No, they just drive it to miles for red tape. It would take days for them to

act. And then they'd only send out some half -assed search party.

I need someone in that jungle searching for Joan and Rudy now.

Someone who knows what they're doing. A relic hunter who can find what you're

really looking for?

You've got me wrong once again.

Sidney, I need you.

Nigel, get Claudia on the phone. Have her clear our schedules. We're going to

Myanmar.

Thank you. I'm doing this for Joan.

Claudia?

Kyle, right? Can you enhance the image on this video? I need a closer look at

what happened.

It's possible, but I'm going to have to restructure the entire digital code.

There's some imaging software that might help.

If I can get my hands on it.

Go with it.

I was just wondering about... Thorson, I'm going to need a plane from your

to drop Nigel and me in the Myanmar jungle. We'll parachute in.

Parachute? The crew drove in by jeep.

On dirtback roads, it'd take too long.

Okay, you've got the plane.

But I want some of my people to go along.

Whatever happened to that crew is my responsibility.

Are you worried about the crew or the relic? You sell me shorts. I'm not the

selling here.

Okay, Thorson, I'll take your personnel, but just one. You.

Well, you know me, Sidney.

I employ others to do that kind of thing.

Not this time. This time you get your hands dirty and you clean up your own

mess. And on my terms, I call the shots.

I'll go back.

Sid, this is a no -can -do.

First of all, finals are next week. Secondly, you have... Claudia, I trust

you'll figure something out.

But... It's blocked.

We're in luck. I located a program that I think will do the trick. It's being

messengered over. Great. Kyle, this is my assistant, Claudia.

Whatever you need, she's at your disposal.

Parachute? Have fun in... wherever you're going.

You okay?

Yeah, I just keep jumping out of planes. It's so unnatural.

You know, I'm not such a bad chap.

Yeah, right.

Well, why did you turn down his original assignment?

Thorson doesn't care anything about a relic's historical value. He's only

interested in what it can get for him.

He felled them?

Not exactly.

Okay, three years ago, I find the golden eye of Yaun for him, supposedly to hand

over to the Nagos tribe of West Africa.

Well, a week after I hand it over to Thorson, the jewel is lost in transit.

Months later, I find out it's in the hands of a Prince Babatunde of Cameroon.

You mean you reported it lost and then sold it?

Thorson's too slick for that.

I did some research.

Coincidentally, just a few days after the golden eye went missing, Thorson was

granted exclusive landing rights for a fledgling airline in the prince's

territories. I wasn't about to risk my life a second time just so he could

an empire.

Ready?

Yeah.

It looks like the plane got us pretty close.

Let's go.

Blood.

Lots of it.

Blood, but no body.

Keys in the ignition.

Look at this.

Tracks.

Looks like an animal.

I'm not taking any chances.

Change of search.

What's left of it.

Gold's gone.

I thought we were here to find Joan and Rudy.

You're right.

It'll be dark soon. We should be setting up camp.

Nigel, won't you go through Joan's notes, see what they turn up?

First thing in the morning, we looked for the cave where the relic was found.

there are any survivors, they may be hiding there.

So, Kyle, you're really into computers.

They're my life.

Anything else in your life?

Like, I don't know, some special woman or something?

We work for Rod Thorson 24 -7. There's not much time for dating.

So, no dating.

No special woman.

No time to find one.

What if that woman found you?

Hello? Claudia, it's Sid. Sid, hey, what's happening?

How's the video coming?

Progress is slow.

On all fronts.

I'm up in the conference room. I had the call transferred up here.

Why does that not surprise me? Just stay on top of Kyle, okay?

Believe me, I'm trying.

How are things going there? Did you find anyone?

No. I'll talk to you later.

They're still working on the video.

Do you know what you're doing?

I started my first charter with a 50 -year -old DC -3.

Couldn't afford a mechanic, so I got pretty handy with tools.

If I get this generator working, the bright lights should keep away any wild

animals. Or track them.

Sid, I think I found something.

I managed to piece together most of the topographical map Joan was marking up.

She didn't pinpoint the location of the cave, but she did circle...

The Lottie Village.

That was the expedition starting off point.

Where they hide the porters. Yeah, it's about southeast.

Is that a tiger?

No! Not a tiger!

Joan? She hasn't touched any of her food and water.

Pulse is 110.

That's fast.

Breathing's rapid.

Pupil constriction's slow.

Is she all right?

Well, whatever she saw has put her into a state of shock.

Joan?

Joan? It's Sydney.

Can you hear me?

Do you remember anything?

She looks like she hasn't had any sleep.

Maybe if she slept.

We can't do anything until morning anyway.

We have to look for Rudy. No, we have to get Jonah's safety first.

The Mulati village.

It's not that far.

So where is everybody?

Hello?

Pack?

All the porters are definitely here.

So where are they?

Looks like the entire village has picked up and left.

But why?

The Maladi have lived here for centuries.

I'm going to call in.

What's the matter?

The specs in the manual are screwed up.

Or I am.

Anything I can help with?

Bet you don't stop to ask for directions either.

What? Directions.

When you're lost.

I bet you never stop to ask.

It's a very male thing.

I never get lost.

You think I don't know what I'm doing?

Apparently.

Scrambled image?

It's digital video.

You're not just ordinary consumer video. It's encrypted for security reasons.

And all force and transmissions are.

to protect sensitive data.

Now, my computer software translates each frame of this scrambled digital

that I'm trying to fix into binary form.

The frames are ones and zeros across a 100 megahertz bus.

Repeating the process until the image we need to see more clearly is translated

into binary code.

It takes the binary code, reprocesses it as digital information, and then re

-renders it in a coherent image.

However,

at this moment, the computer is translating the video into binary code,

discriminating it from the encryption code.

And if I can't figure out a way to make it discriminate between the two, the

resulting image will be like a Salvador Dali on acid. Worse than it is now. Way.

Whenever Sidney's working on a tough problem, she talks about something

OCA, ROCA, or... Occam's razor.

Yeah, it's principle of logic.

Yeah, when a problem can only be solved using an impossibly simple solution, it

follows that the impossibly simple solution will solve the problem.

I've never heard it put that way before.

Work with me, Kyle.

You're saying I should try applying a code filter over the encrypted signal to

mask it rather than trying to delete the encrypted code? Why would I say

anything else?

See how easy it is when you ask?

A filter may just work.

Conference room.

Yeah. Mr. Thorson for you.

Hello? Kyle, just listen.

I don't want the girl to get wind of what I'm about to tell you.

I don't think it was a rival relic hunter who attacked the expedition.

Something much stranger.

Call Special Projects. I want you to talk to Mulray and only Mulray,

Yes, sir.

Bring him up to date.

Tell him I want an extraction unit mobilized ASAP.

Yes, sir. I understand completely.

Right away.

Everything okay?

Yeah. I've got to take care of something.

My guess is the porters told the villagers about whatever killed Vic and

fled. But why leave a place that they've inhabited for generations?

The Miladis are superstitious.

Yes, but they have their fears.

Handsome. John, stay here. It'll be safer.

Did the barrel bend?

What could have done this?

I found more tracks leading off into the woods. No sign of forces.

These tracks look like the ones we found by the campsite.

They're not tiger prints, or any big cat for that matter.

More like gorilla.

Gorillas aren't indigenous to this part of Asia.

I know.

Although, and this isn't my area of expertise, but these tracks look more

human footprint.

Five toes, lack of uniformity in the shape, evidence of an upright stride.

they're not human.

Well, if they're not tiger, gorilla or human, what are they?

Sit. No more tracks. The trail ends here.

Well, let me climb into the trees.

Carrying Thorson?

Let me... Chasing after whatever it is isn't such a good idea.

Yeah.

Let's get back to Joan.

How long have you worked for Rod Thorson?

Three years. I've been right at MIT.

Must trust you a great deal in leaving you in charge of all this.

Keep the team lean and mean.

Each of us handles a variety of responsibilities.

Like that guy you called?

Mulray. That was his name, right?

What position did he play on the team?

Why did Thorson ask him to go to Myanmar?

Are you eavesdropping on our conversation?

That would be rude. Yes, it would.

Reprogramming's finished.

I'll call Sid. Update her. Not yet.

There won't be anything to tell her for a while.

We've digitized and restructured all the visual information, so now we wait.

Joan!

Check the hut.

What? Joan!

Joan!

There's no sign of any trouble. Maybe she's headed back to the campsite. In

condition? Well, she knows the way. Let's just hope that's what she did. I

even want to consider the alternative.

This is... Joan!

Get the first aid kit.

Joan!

Are you okay?

What happened?

Rudy. Something happened to Rudy.

Yes, and Vic.

Now, Rudy's missing. Do you know where he is?

The boy's on the video.

Yes. That's the cave.

That's good, Joan. That's good. Something happened to Rudy.

Yes, I know you were close.

We'll find him. We'll find him. No.

I can't.

Something, but I can't... I can't remember what... It's okay, just go

Something must have triggered her memory.

That rock formation.

If we can locate that on the map, we can find the cave.

And, Joan, do you remember where this photo was taken?

Near the camp.

That would make sense that they'd set up camp near the cave. Here's the map of

the camp.

There you go.

Let me enter the coordinates and the GPS.

And let's get out of here.

All right.

He's doing good.

He'll be fine.

This way. It's too dense for the Jeep. We'll have to go on foot.

All right, let's go.

This is the location. It should be right around here.

This looks like a rough path.

A foil wrapper from a film roll.

There it is.

Joan, are these the paintings you mentioned in your video report?

I don't know how to present this.

Didn't they precede the Neanderthals?

Weren't they man's most savage ancestor?

There's a film out there.

Rudy was going to come back and finish cataloging them.

Rudy?

I'm a ceremonial couch if they're dead.

It's the first intact burial I ever discovered.

Rudy? Anybody here?

Celestin and Vic Dennis.

What is it placed in the same pattern as the other skeletons?

Some kind of thick joke.

I've never seen an animal drag its prey into a cave and lay it out like this.

Sidney.

This was Rudy's.

Nigel, why don't you go ahead in case we find them. Nigel.

Joan, it's all right.

Ball's at the campsite.

Someone, or some thing, got back.

Do you remember what happened now?

No.

It's obvious this room was used for some form of ritual sacrifice in honor of a

deity of some kind. Now, it's likely that the blood from the ritual

was emptied into the bone ball.

Offered up to a... God.

Sidney.

Despite the tragic circumstances, Jonas discovered something incredible.

Prehistoric species worshipped the elements.

Fire, earth, water.

This is man's first sign of an externalized deity.

That was thousands of years ago.

Vic and Thorfinn were killed within the past few days.

It's crazy, but could someone still be using this place for that purpose?

I'm gonna check the bowl for fresh blood.

Stop!

Don't touch it.

You remember what happened to the others, don't you?

Binary code tracked perfectly.

That's it.

Done.

Oh, my God.

You getting an answer?

No.

What do you think that is on the monitor?

You tell me.

It's the source that said something about a bigger problem.

So you lied to me. No, I just didn't tell you more than you need to know.

Trust a man to make that distinction.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

You can't get through.

Yeah, me either.

They're probably out of signal range, so Sally's orbit's skewed.

How long till it gets unskewed?

We discovered the cave a week after setting out from the Malati village.

Made camp close by, found the relic right away, and removed it for close

That's when I discovered the ancient spores.

present in the bowl.

Did you do a workup on them?

No, I was going to after we finished doing the field work. That's why you

mention it when you reported to Thorsa.

Yes. And because it seemed insignificant at the time, I didn't report that Rudy

had cut his hand on the bowl after we found it and refused to let me bandage

Said it healed faster in the air.

The cut became infected and his entire hand became inflamed.

So a blood -borne infection of some kind.

The spores were obviously the source of some fungal or parasitic infection.

Maybe hundreds or thousands of years old.

Joan, can you remember what happened the night you were attacked?

Come on, Joan, you've got to try.

It was Rudy.

What?

Rudy, but not Rudy.

Joan, you're not making any sense.

I know.

It was dark. I was in the tent by myself. I heard Vic scream.

And when I got out of the tent, Rudy was destroying everything, and the porters

had run off.

Wait a minute. You're saying it was Rudy?

Yes, but he was different. I couldn't see him, but it was like he'd gone mad.

Mad? Like a wild animal.

You think the infection could be the cause of the madness?

Rudy was the only one that touched the bowl.

I don't have the proper equipment to isolate the source.

This really should be done back at the CDC.

I'd like to know what we're up against.

The blood layer that collects in the bowl is definitely the growth medium for

the spores.

There's fresh blood, too.

Whatever parasite is in there is still alive.

Hello. Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to reach you?

Yeah, we've been in a cave. Is Kyle there?

Yeah. Box me.

Kyle, Thorson's dead.

What? We found Joan. She's alive and Rudy's still missing.

But we don't know what we're dealing with. Whatever killed Vic Dennis is

here. And we think it killed Thorson.

We think we know what it is. Is your satellite linked up?

Yeah. Take a look at your monitor.

We resolved the blurred image from the last video transmission.

It's coming over now. So you know, help's already on the way.

And large brown.

Joyline.

Those are still his eyes.

How could an infection have done that to him?

Oh, we'll get back to you. Stay by the phone and tell that help to hurry.

Hello, I'm of the genses.

Took this bowl.

Strain the blood of enemies.

When Rudy held the bowl, some of the spores must have penetrated the wound on

his hand, infecting his bloodstream. Making it somehow revert backwards along

the evolutionary spectrum.

Sunlight.

Sunlight? When the bowls brought out of the cave, the exposure to sunlight

triggered an accelerated chemical reaction.

That could explain the incredibly rapid transformation.

Rudy's devolved into Homo heidelbergensis.

One of man's most savage ancestors.

Nigel, I say it's time we pack up and got out of here.

You okay?

I think so. He's taking Joan to his camp.

Rudy.

Rudy? No,

it's so red!

Rudy!

He was badly hurt in the crash.

Maybe the changes to his body were more than a system could bear.

It's the cavalry.

What are we going to tell Colson's people?

The truth.

That no relic could ever be worth the price these people paid.

Go through, update these references, track the changes all the way through

time, and proof the spelling. No problem, kid.

Sidney?

Joan, what a nice surprise.

I was hoping I'd catch you in. I just left the dean's office.

Really? Uh -huh. Signing off on some paperwork.

Rod Thorson left a major research grant to the university, and I've been asked

to administer it.

Wow, that's great.

Really great.

Are you excited?

I turned it down.

Oh. There are more important things that I need to take care of.

And besides, I was never a desk jockey.

I love my field work.

Where are you heading?

Myanmar. You're going back?

Crazy, right?

Well... I went to Rudy to finish what we started there.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Nigel, you're a whiz with Biocultural Crossover. If you feel like another trip

into the jungle, look me up.

Thanks, but I think I'm going to be kept pretty busy here.

Count on it.

Joan! You wouldn't happen to know who the dean's naming in your place to

administer that grant, would you?

Well, I told him that you'd be perfect.

Bye.

Joan! That little... What is this? Your first application.

Mine.

Grant to research the scepter of Clairvaux.

Well, the scepter's a myth.

Even if you got the grant, there's no indication that it ever existed. Or if

did, if it was in France.

I mean, it would take months, even years.

In a beautiful plateau just outside Paris.

And just because we're related, don't think I expect any special treatment.

You knew Joan turned it down.

Agnes in the dean's office has a huge mouth. Half the campus already knows.

the campus knows we've got grant money to dish out?

Nigel, lock the door.