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I'm sorry.

Sir, gentlemen, this whole area is closed for weapons testing for the next

hours. That includes all on -base personnel.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm afraid that goes for you too, Colonel, sir. The Pentagon sent out

Russians.

This ain't gonna be easy.

Not as easy as it used to be.

Well, we've been through worse. Yeah? When?

Flensburg. There was twice as many.

We were younger.

I still am young.

We had guns.

Put your hands down, will you? You're embarrassing us.

$3 ,400 we can't have this.

Oh, it's only $100.

You're a kidnapped building, kid.

Drop dead.

I'm sorry.

I meant drop dead, comrade.

Where

was

he found?

In Mexico.

They were digging in the dirt, looking for the stuff.

You're not from around here, are you? Where is it you would imagine I am from,

Dr. Jones?

Well, the way you're sinking your teeth into those wabayus, I should think maybe

eastern Ukraine.

Highest marks.

Colonel Dr.

Irina Svelkov.

Three times I have received Order of Lenin.

Also, Medalist Hero of Socialist Labor.

And why?

Because I know things. I know them before anyone else.

And what I do not know, I find out.

And what I need to know now is in here.

You're a hard man to read, Dr. Jones.

Ouch. So, we will do this, what is the expression?

Old -fashioned way.

You will tell us.

You will help us find what we think.

This warehouse is where you and your government have hidden all of your

Yes? This is a military warehouse. I've never been here before in my life.

Object we seek. Rectangular storage container. Dimension 2 meters by 1 half

meter by 66 centimeters.

Content of box.

Mummified remains.

This is no doubt familiar to you.

What makes you think I've got any idea what box you're talking about?

Because ten years ago...

You were part of the team that examined it.

Look.

Even if I knew what you were talking about... You will help us find

it.

Compass.

I need a compass.

You know, north, south, east.

West.

No compass.

I need your bullets.

The

contents

of that box are highly magnetized.

I need gunpowder. You want my help?

Or not?

Don't toy with me, Dr.

Jones. What is the point of all this?

If it's still magnetic, metal in this gunpowder should point the way.

Give me some shotgun shells.

Come on! Come

on!

Come on! Come on!

Don't touch the car!

Give me the knife.

Drop the guns, or Colonel Dr.

Spalco is dead.

Why, Mac?

Yeah, what can I say, Jonesy?

I'm a capitalist.

And they pay.

After all those years we spent spying on the Reds.

I thought we were friends back.

I better run a bad lap of the cards lately, mate.

Awful.

Bloody awful.

I can't go home empty -handed again.

No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?

I like Ike.

Put down gun.

You got it, pal.

Damn, I thought that went closer.

Come on, come on.

Don't get clever, Porridge. You don't know him. Know him! Know him! You don't

know him! You don't!

You did well.

Doctor, you guys gotta pull.

Whoa.

Wait a minute.

Do not remove goggles or face first until 10 seconds after first light. Oh,

can't be good.

I had no reason to believe that Mack was a spy.

He was MI6 when I was in OSS. We did 20, 30 missions together in Europe and the

Pacific. Don't wave your war record in our face, Colonel Jones. We all served.

No kidding.

What side were you on?

I think you recognize the gravity of your situation.

You aided and abetted KGB agents who broke into a top -secret military

installation in the middle of the United States of America. My country.

What was in the steel box they took?

You tell us you've seen it before.

Oh, you mean that Air Force fiasco in 47.

I was tossed into a bus with blacked -out windows and 20 people I wasn't

to speak to, hauled out in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere on

some urgent recovery project and shown what? Pieces of wreckage and an

magnetic shroud covering mutilated remains?

None of us was ever given the full picture.

And we were threatened with treason if we ever talked about it. So you tell me,

what was in the box?

Indy, thank God.

Don't you know it's dangerous to climb into a refrigerator?

Those things can be death trap.

Good to see you too, Bob.

Relax, boys.

I can vouch for Dr.

Jones. What the hell is going on, huh?

KGB on American soil. Who is that woman?

Describe her.

Tall, thin, mid -thirties. Carrying a sword of some kind. Rapier, I think.

Yeah, that's her.

You sure she's here?

Here and gone.

Who is she?

It ain't a spell coach.

A foul and fair -haired girl.

His favorite scientist, if you can call psychic research science.

General Ross.

She's leading teams from the Kremlin all over the world, scooping up artifacts

she thinks might have paranormal military applications. General Ross.

Paul.

Not everyone in the army's a commie, and certainly not Indy.

What exactly am I being accused of besides surviving a nuclear blast?

Nothing yet. But frankly, your association with George McHale makes all

activities suspicious, including those during the war.

Are you nuts?

Do you have any idea how many medals this son of a bitch won?

Great many, I'm sure.

But does he deserve them?

Dr. Jones, let's just say for now that you are of interest to the Bureau of

Great...

Scott Bray is from 3100 BC and was continuously occupied for 600 years

was apparently abandoned in 2500 BC. There's no clear evidence as to why its

occupants decided to abandon a...

Perfectly healthy environment. Yes.

May I have a moment, Professor?

Yes.

Open up Michelson.

Review Chapter 4 when I come back. We'll discuss the difference between

migration and exodus.

What?

I have no idea the pressure coming from the Board of Regents. The FBI showed up

this morning, ransacked your office, searched all your files.

You're the dean of the college. Why didn't you stop them? They had no right.

They had every right.

They weren't vandals. They were federal agents with search warrants. The

university isn't going to get itself embroiled in that kind of controversy.

Not in this charged climate.

So you're firing me.

A leave of absence is all.

An indefinite leave of absence.

You are firing me. During which they've agreed to continue to pay your full

salary for appearing... I don't want their money.

Please, don't be foolish.

You don't know what I had to go through to get that for you. You went through.

What exactly did you have to go through, Charlie?

Henry.

I resign.

Where will you go?

Train to New York.

Overnight to London. Start.

Might end up teaching in Leipzig.

I remember it goes me a favor.

I'll wire you when I get settled. You can send out the rest of my things.

I suppose there's nothing to keep you here.

I barely recognize this country anymore. The government's got us seeing

communists in our soup.

When the hysteria reaches academia, I guess it's time to call it a career.

How did Deirdre take the news?

How does any wife take such things?

The look on her face was a combination of pride and panic.

I never should have doubted you, my friend.

No. You have reason to question your friends these days.

Brutal couple of years, huh, Charlie?

First Dad, then Marcus.

Seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking

them away.

Just another half glass.

You Dr. Jones?

We're running out of platform, kid.

Are you a friend of Dr. Oxley?

Harold Oxley, the archaeologist? Yeah.

What about him?

You're gonna kill him.

I haven't talked to Harold Oxley in 20 years.

He's a brilliant guy.

He'll put you to sleep just by talking.

Yeah. Yeah, when I was a kid, that's how I did sleep.

Oxley's voice was better than a glass of warm milk.

Name's Mutt.

Mutt Williams.

Mutt? Yeah. What kind of name is that?

The one I picked. You got a problem with it?

Take it easy.

What was your relationship to Oxley?

Dad died in the war.

Ox kind of helped my mom raise me.

You think somebody's going to kill him?

Six months ago, my mom gets a letter from the Ox.

He's down in Peru.

Found some type of skull.

Crystal skull.

The one the guy Mitchell, uh, Hodgkiss?

Hedgekiss? The one he found.

The ox and I were obsessed with the Mitchell Hedges skull in college.

How do you know about it?

Are you kidding?

That's all you talked about? You talked about that thing where the cows come

home. Was it like an idol?

Deity carving.

Mesoamerican.

There are a number of crystal skulls in the world. I saw one in the British

Museum.

Interesting craftsmanship, but that's about it.

All right, we'll laugh if you want.

Oxford City founded this time. He said this was real, and he was off to a place

called Akator with it.

Akator? He said that? Yeah. You're sure?

That's what he said. He said Akator. What is it?

It's a mythical lost city in the Amazon.

Conquistadors called it El Dorado, supposedly the Uga tribe.

were chosen by the gods 7 ,000 years ago to build a giant city out of solid

gold. It had aqueducts and paved roads and technology that wouldn't be seen

again for 5 ,000 years.

Francisco de Oriana disappeared into the Amazon looking for it in 1546.

I almost died of typhus looking for it myself.

I don't think it exists.

Why would Oxlund take the school there?

The legend says that a crystal skull was stolen from Akator in the 15th or 16th

century, and that whoever returns the skull to the city temple will be given

control over its power. Power, right. So there's some kind of power. What's the

power?

I don't know, kid. It's just a story.

From his letter, my mom thought the ox was off his rocker, smogging the noggin,

so she goes down there to find him. And he'd already been kidnapped.

Now they got her, too.

Now, I'll have to get that school someplace. If my mom doesn't come up

they're going to kill them both.

And she said you'd help me.

Me?

What's your mom's name again? Mary.

Mary Williams. You remember her?

We're a lot of Marys, kid.

It's my mother you're talking about.

Right? It's my mother.

You don't have to get sore all the time just to prove how tough you are. Sit

down. Please, sit down.

I don't know if anybody could find this school. It's you.

Like you're some type of...

Like a grave robber or something.

I'm a tenured professor of archaeology.

Oh, you're a teacher.

I'm asking you a big help.

Anyway, she called me two weeks ago from South America, said she'd escape if

they were after her.

She said she'd just gotten a letter from the Ox, mailed it to me so I could get

the funeral.

Then the line went dead. I opened it. I mean, the thing's pointless, though.

It's gibberish. It's not even in English lettering.

See?

See those two bricks over there?

the counter.

I don't think they're here for the milkshakes.

Who are they?

I don't know.

The FBI?

Come quietly, Dr. Jones.

Make that KGB.

And bring letter with you. Letter? What letter?

What did Mr. Williams just give you? Me?

Do I look like a mailman?

We don't ask again. Come now. For what?

Nice try, kid, but I think you just brought a knife to a gunfight.

Aside now.

Get this guy. Who?

Joe Collins. Hit him hard.

Can I hold this?

What? What?

That's my boyfriend!

Get that reaper!

They let her go.

So she could mail a letter.

You could bring it to me and I could translate it.

Excuse me, Dr. Jones?

Yes? Um, I just had a question on Hargrove's normative culture model.

Forget Hargrove.

I mean, we're Gordon Child.

I'm diffusionism.

I spend most of his life in the field.

I want to be a good archaeologist.

You gotta get out of the library!

Who's that?

Francisco de Oriana, the conquistador.

I remember the guy got lost looking for the skull.

And just as I thought,

Coyoma.

What's that?

It's an extinct Latin American language.

Pre -Columbian syllabic base.

Let's see.

Diagonal stresses on the ideograms. Definitely Coyoma.

You speak it?

Nobody speaks it. Hasn't been heard aloud in 3 ,000 years.

Might be able to read a bit, though, if I walk it through Mayan first.

You know, for an old man, you ain't bad in a fight.

Makes a lot.

What are you, like 80?

It's a riddle.

Leave it to Ox to write a riddle in a dead language.

Follow the lines in the earth only gods can read, which lead to Oriana's cradle,

guarded by the living dead.

He's talking about the Nazca line.

What are those?

Hold on here.

Geoglyphs. Giant, ancient drawings.

Carved on the desert floor in Peru.

From the ground, they don't look like anything.

But from the sky, only the gods can read them. Because only gods live up there.

Oxley's telling us the skull is in Nazca, Peru.

Finally, they saw him.

Knox wandered into town a couple months ago, raving like a madman. Police locked

him up in the center. Carry on, it's this way.

I took Spanish and I didn't understand a word of that. What was it?

Quechua, local Incan dialect.

Where'd you learn that one?

Long story.

I got time.

I rode with Pancho Villa. A couple of his guys spoke to me.

Bullshit.

You asked.

Pancho Villa.

Technically, I was kidnapped.

By Pancho Villa?

It was a fight against Victoriano Huerta.

How old were you?

About your age.

You guys must have had a cow, huh?

It worked out. Things were a little tense at home.

Yeah, me and my mom weren't on the best of terms either.

You're right, kid. You only get one. Sometimes not for that long.

Well, that's not my fault. It's hers. You know, she just got peeled because I

quit school. She thinks I'm some kind of goof or something.

You quit school? Oh, yeah, sure. Tons of them.

Fancy prep schools, teach you how to debate, chess, fencing.

And I'm great with a blade. I just think it's a waste of time.

And you never finished?

No. Just a bunch of useless skills.

Wrong books.

Because I love reading. Me and Ash used to read all the time. But now I can pick

them myself. You get me? What do you do for money?

Fix motorcycles.

And you do that for the rest of your life?

Maybe I will teach you a problem with that Not if that's what you love doing

don't let anybody tell you different

Because Oscar isn't here, she doesn't know where he is.

So men came and took him away.

Men with guns.

The city was obsessed, deranged, drew pictures all over the walls of its cell.

This riddle in Oscar's letter doesn't make any sense.

Follow the lines that only the gods can read.

that lead to Oriana's cradle.

Cradle, cradle.

Birth.

Oriana wasn't born in Peru. He was born in Spain.

He was a conquistador. He came here for the gold. What happened to him?

Disappeared along with six others.

His body was never found.

Must have lost his mind.

Oxman, what happened?

What happened?

This is not the Mitchell -Hedges goal.

Look at the elongated cranium.

And the same word.

In different languages. Over and over again.

Retour. Voltar.

Return?

Return where?

A return what?

You mean skull?

Seems to have been on his mind.

Where was he supposed to return it to?

Yeah.

Ox didn't mean Oriana's birthplace.

Cradle has another meaning in Mayan.

Literally, it means resting place.

The final resting place.

Ox meant Oriana in the grave.

His drawing scratched into the floor.

In the cemetery where he's buried.

You said Orion had vanished and nobody ever found his grave.

Well, it looks like Harold Huxley did.

Grave robbers will be shot.

Good thing we're not grave robbers.

What are we looking for?

I don't know yet.

Maybe an antechamber off one of these barrows.

I think I just saw something.

Ah, you're jumping at shadows.

This way down.

This

way

up.

Yeah.

What are you doing? Put that thing away. Give me some light over here.

Bring it over here.

Death on your own dime, will you? How big?

Huge. Good. Good?

Comes to scorpions, the bigger the better. Small one bites you.

Don't keep it to yourself.

There's skulls.

Look at their skulls, man.

Like the drawings in Oxley's cell.

Means we're getting closer.

That's crazy.

Why is it like that?

Nazca Indians used to bind their infants' heads with rope to elongate the

like that.

Why?

Honor the gods.

No, no. God's head is not like that, man.

Depends on who your god is.

You're going nowhere, Pat.

Professor, this really is a dead end. Look.

Look.

Bring the backpack.

This is incredible.

Unreal.

Don't touch anything.

Footprints. Somebody's been here.

Recently.

Two sets of prints.

Same size. Could have been the same person twice.

Not bad, kid.

One.

Two.

Three, four, five, six, seven.

Oriana and his men might have made it out of the jungle after all.

Give me some light.

Looks like he just died yesterday.

It's the wrappings. They preserved him.

What just happened?

He's been wrapped up for 500 years.

Air doesn't agree with him.

I keep borrowing yours all the time. That's fine.

I'm going to put it back.

Is this one open already?

It's Oriana himself.

They called him the Gilded Man.

His lust for gold was legendary.

It's odd.

Somebody's been here and gone.

They left all this gold and all the artifacts.

What were they looking for?

Hold on.

A single piece of seamless quartz cut across the grain.

It's not possible even with today's technology it would shatter.

Crystal's not magnetic.

Neither is gold.

Maybe the Nazca Indians thought this was their god.

You think this is the one from Hanagator?

Maybe the Spaniards found the skull along with all this other loot.

They're headed for their ships along the shore.

Maybe the Indians caught up with them or they got to squabbling amongst

themselves over their prize.

Kill each other off.

The Indians wrap him up and bury him.

A couple hundred years later, Oxley shows up here, finds the skull, takes it

away.

Maybe to Alcator.

But then he returns it here.

Return?

Return like you were on the walls of a cell.

He put it back where he found it.

Why?

Hello Jonesy.

Hello Mac.

You're lucky I turned up, Jonesy. Don't think I wanted to blow your brains out.

That's the third time I've saved your life.

Unshackle me, I'll give you a big hug.

You had a luger pointed at the base of your skull for the time we met.

I had the situation under control.

You owe me.

What do you owe them?

Huh? After the war, when you turned, how many names did you give the Reds? How

many good men died because of you?

Eventually they're going to let me out of this chair, comrade, and when they

I'm going to break your nose.

Comrade, you think this is about flags?

About uniforms? You think this is about lines on a map?

It's just about money, isn't it?

Oh, I need money.

A gigantic pile of money.

Don't worry about what the Russians will pay.

It's nothing compared to what's at it.

An entire city of gold.

It's what the conquistadors were after.

For God's sake, Jonesy, we'd be rich.

Richer than Howard Hughes.

Blood money, every nickel.

I need you to see the angle here, mate.

Be smart, do the right thing, just like in... Like in Berlin, got me?

Just like in Berlin.

You want me to try it off, or should we sing a song?

How fortunate our failure to kill you, Dr. Jones.

You survived to be of service to us once again.

Well, you know me.

Always glad to help.

Now I am become death.

The destroyer of world.

You recognize those words?

It was your own Dr.

Oppenheimer after he created the atomic bomb.

He was quoting the Hindu Bible. It was nuclear intimidation.

But now this next level of weapon is ours to have.

Yours to fear.

Weapon? What weapon?

A mind weapon.

A new frontier of psychic warfare. That was Stalin's dream.

Now I know why Oxley put the skull back where he found it.

He knew you were looking for it. That skull is no mere deity carving. Surely

knew that the moment you laid eyes on it. It was not made by human hands.

Who made it, then?

Come on.

The body we found in New Mexico was not the first. We'd already dissected two

others from similar crash sites in the Soviet Union.

Sauthermen from Mars.

The legends about Akator are all true.

Early men could not have conceived it, much less built it. It was a city of

supreme beings with technologies and paranormal abilities.

You've got to be kidding me.

Why do you choose not to believe your own eyes?

The New Mexico specimen gave us hope.

Unlike the others we'd found, its skeleton was pure crystal.

A distant cousin, perhaps.

Maybe they too were sent to find Akator.

Perhaps we're all searching for the same thing.

There is no other explanation.

There's always another explanation.

The skull was stolen from Akator in the 15th century.

Whoever returns it to the city temple will gain control over its powers. I've

heard that bedtime story before.

It's a legend.

Why do you think Akator even existed?

You should ask your friend that question.

We're certain he's been there.

Oxley?

Ox, it's me, Indy.

Ox?

Ox? You're faking it, right?

Through eyes that last I saw in tears.

Ox, listen to me, pal.

Your name is Harold Oxley. You were born in Leeds, England. You and I went to

school. We went to school together at the University of Chicago, and you were

never this interesting.

My name is... My name is Henry Jones, Jr.

What have you done to him?

We ain't done a thing. He's a bloody skull.

He's the divining rod that will lead us to Akator.

But we need someone to interpret him for us. His mind, it seems, is quite weak.

Let's hope yours is stronger.

The skull's crystal stimulates an undeveloped part of the human brain,

psychic channel.

Oxy lost control of his mind by staring too long into its eyes.

We believe you can get through to him after you have done the same.

I've got a better idea. You look at it.

The skull does not speak to everyone, it seems.

Surely you're not afraid, Dr. Jones.

You've spent your entire life searching for answers. Think of the... There may

be hundreds of skulls at Akator.

Whoever finds them will control the greatest natural force the world has

known.

Power over the mind of man.

Careful. You might get exactly what you wish for. I usually do.

Across the world to know the enemy's secrets.

To place our thoughts into the minds of your leaders.

Make your teachers take the true version of history. Your soldiers attack on our

command.

We will be everywhere at once. More powerful than a whisper.

Invading your dreams.

Thinking of thoughts for you while you sleep.

We will change you, Dr. Jones.

All of you. From the inside.

We will turn you into us.

And the best part?

You won't even know it's happening.

Return.

Return?

That's enough.

That's enough.

Three boys, we told you that.

Cover it.

You don't want to? I told you. Enough!

You will speak to Oxley and lead us to Akator, yes?

No.

Take him outside.

You all right, kid?

I left my bike at the cemetery.

Yeah, but you're all right. I left my bike.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Uh -huh.

I'm ready.

Don't give these pigs a thing.

You heard him.

Clearly I have chosen the wrong pressure point.

Perhaps I can find a more sensitive one.

Get your hands off me, you rotten, wacky son of a bitch!

Indiana Jones.

About time you showed up. Mom!

Sweetheart. Mom.

What are you doing here?

Well, forget about me. Are you all right?

Mom. I specifically told you not to come here. No, you didn't.

You never wrote that. You never said that in any phone calls. Marion

is your mother.

Oh, for God's sake, Indy. It's not that hard.

I know. I mean, I just... I never thought that... I would have a life

left. That's not what I meant. A damn good life.

Well, that's fine. A damn good, really good life.

Well, so have I. Yeah.

You still leaving a trail of human wreckage, or have you retired?

Why, you looking for a date?

With anybody but you.

So, Dr. Jones, you will help us.

A simple yes will do.

Oh, Marion, you had to go and get yourself kidnapped.

Not like you did any better.

Same old, same old.

Henry Jones, Jr.

Henry Jones, Jr.

That's right, Ox. Listen to me. To lay there just hands on that golden key that

opes the palace of eternity.

Palace of... It's for Milton. He said it before. Why?

Ox, you've got to tell us how to get to Akator.

Or they're going to kill Mary and... Those two eyes that last I saw in tears.

Here in Death's dream kingdom. Harold, they're going to kill Abner's little

girl. You've got to tell us how to get there. We need to...

Get me paper, something to write with.

Auto

-writing.

I should have seen this.

Henry Jones, Jr.

Right.

That's right, Ox.

Three times it drops.

The way down.

times. Pictographs.

Ideograms.

Good ox good.

Look at me.

It's me.

It's me.

The wavy lines mean water, of course. Closed eyes mean sleep.

The sun with the arc over the sky stands for time, duration.

The word now is until.

These two close together, the horizon and the snake, mean one thought.

The horizon stood for the world, but it didn't mean the earth. It meant big,

great.

The water sleeps until the great snake.

These aren't just drawings. They're directions. Get me a map.

The great snake's the Amazon, of course, but in

sleep, what water sleeps?

Here,

sono. The Portuguese word for sleep.

Yes, good.

Exactly.

He wants us to follow this curve of the Sono down to where it meets the Amazon

to the southeast.

After that, I'm not sure.

Kingdom of dreams, tears, and eyes. I have no idea what he means.

This could be the route, though. It's a completely unexplored part of the

canopy.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Kid, what the hell are we doing, kid? We're going to kill him.

Well, maybe. Somebody had to do something.

If something else would have been good. At least I got a plan.

This is intolerable.

We don't have a big keeper.

Stop,

don't move.

Move, make space, space will make you think. No, I think I can get out if I

do it. Stop it.

You're pulling against the vacuum. It's like trying to lift a car. Just stay

calm. Okay, I'm calm.

What is it, quicksand? I'm calm. No, it's a dry sand. I'm sinking, but I'm

Quicksand is a mix of sand, mud, and water. And depending on the viscosity,

not as dangerous. Oh, for Pete's sake, Jones, we're not in school.

Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about unless there's a... Void collapse.

I'll go get something to pull you out.

Ox, don't just sit there.

Huh? For God's sake, man.

Go get help.

Help. Help!

Help!

Help! Go!

Mutt can be a little impetuous.

It's not the worst quality in the world.

Keep your arms above the surface. When the kid comes back, grab on.

Indy, he... He's a good kid, Mary, and you should get off his back about

Mutt, I mean... Not everybody cut out for it. His name is Henry.

Henry. Good name.

He's your son.

My son?

Henry Jones III.

Why the hell didn't you make him finish school?

Ma. Yeah?

Grab on.

Grab. I got it.

Come on, Mama.

Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull.

Pull.

Grab on.

It's a rat snake.

Rat snake?

Well, this one is. It's not even poisonous.

Now, grab on. Go get something else. Like what?

Like a rope or something.

There's no sears in robots. You grab the snake.

Maybe I can catch the bottom. There is no bottom. Now, grab it. Now, I think I

can feel it with my feet.

Grab the snake.

Stop calling it that. It's a snake. What do you want me to call it?

Hey, rope.

What?

Grab the rope.

Hold tight.

I'll fly you.

Get rid of that thing, will ya?

Son.

Afraid of sleep.

You're one crazy old man.

Why'd you have to do everything the old way, John Lee?

Eh?

No. No, he was British.

My dad was an RF pilot. He was a war hero, not some school teacher.

No, sweetheart.

Colin was your stepfather.

We started dating when you were three months old. He was a good man.

Wait, wait, wait. Colin, as in Colin Williams?

You married him? I introduced you!

I think you gave up your vote on who I marry when you decided to break it off a

week before the wedding.

I think we both knew, Marion, it wasn't going to work. You didn't know that. Why

didn't you ever talk to me about it? Because we never had an argument I won.

It's not my fault if you can't keep up. I didn't want to hurt you. Oh, for the

love of God.

Shut the hell up. Didn't you ever wonder years ago why Ox stopped talking to

you? He hated that you ran away. Would you two just stop?

Yeah, Marion.

Let's not let the kids see Mom and Dad fight.

You're not my dad, okay?

You bet I am, and I got news for you. You're going to go back and finish

Really? What happened if there's not a damn thing wrong with a kid and don't

anybody else tell you any different? You don't remember saying that?

That was before I was your father. You're not my father. You should have

about the kid, Marion. I have a right to know.

You vanished after that.

I wrote.

A year later, my dad, Mike, was born, and I was married.

Why are you bothering to tell me now? Because I thought we were going to die.

Not yet!

You

got

it?

I wasn't the only one to go on with my life. There must have been plenty of

women for you over the years.

There were a few, but they all had the same problem.

Yeah, what's that?

They weren't you, honey.

Better get Oxley back, get our hands on that skull, and get to Oxford before

they do. Grab the wheel.

Well,

what's he going to do now?

I don't think he plans that far ahead.

Yeah. School chopper, what are you, a son? Don't call me son.

Don't. I think I'd cover my ears if I were you.

Threadock.

Henry Jones, Jr.

Don't be a child. Find something to fight with.

Don't try, Mack!

Shut up. Shut up. You stupid son of a bitch. I'm CIA.

I almost screamed at you in the tent. I said, just like Berlin.

What were we in Berlin, mate?

Double agent.

You fight like a young man, eager to begin, quick to finish.

Mark to the gate!

Good -bye, Doctor Jones.

Big damn ass.

Honey, stop. You're going to drop the club.

Do that again.

Three

times

it dropped.

Way down.

He means by length.

This came by length.

Three times it dropped.

Three times it dropped. What is he talking about?

He means one.

I saw in tears.

The golden vision reappeared.

No. I mean... Through eyes.

Through eyes and tears. We gotta go through that waterfall.

The skull has to be returned.

I'll do it. Nobody else has to come.

Who cares?

It brought us nothing but trouble.

Look what we did to him.

I have to return it. Why you?

Because it told me to.

Ochre.

Iron oxide.

Charcoal. How old is this?

Four or five thousand years.

Old as a pyramid.

Sun worshipers.

Like the Egyptian.

It's fresh.

These are just youth.

More worshippers.

Yeah, but that's not the fun they're worshipping.

One came and taught the yoga.

Farming.

Irrigation.

What is it?

Are they the same?

There were more.

Look.

Thirteen in a circle.

Show us the way out.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

City of gold.

So where's all the gold?

Look at the state of this place.

What a stupid legend.

What a waste of my time. Ox was here before.

But he couldn't get into the temple.

So he took the skull back to the cemetery where he found it.

To lay there just hangs on that golden key that hopes the palace of eternity.

Key that hopes the palace.

The obelisk.

Diabolus is the key?

What are you looking for, Ox?

What are you doing?

You figured this out in your cell, didn't you, Professor?

Give me, Professor.

Go get your own.

Listen.

Hear that?

Get up. Move, Ox, move.

Faster.

Faster. Faster.

Faster. Faster.

Faster. Faster.

Faster.

He dropped it. He dropped the skull.

Hold

this.

Are you okay?

That's fine.

Now that's more like it.

There are artifacts from every era of early history.

Macedonia.

Samaria. These places are mother worlds.

Etruscan, Babylonian.

There isn't a museum in the world that won't sell its soul for its love.

Early Egyptian.

Dozens of museums.

Unresolved, Jonesy.

Collector's.

Archaeologists.

How do we open it?

I'll give it back, Ock.

No more forever waiting.

Blue now.

Sorry, Jonesy.

So what are you, a triple agent?

Nah, I just lied about being a double.

Still waiting for the return of the one who was lost.

They are a hive mind.

One being physically separate, but with a collective consciousness.

More powerful together than they can ever be apart.

Imagine what they could tell us.

I can't imagine.

Neither could the humans that built this temple, and neither can you.

Belief, Dr. Jones, is a gift you have yet to receive.

My sympathies.

Oh, I believe, sister.

That's why I'm down here.

Mayan. He's speaking Mayan. He says he's grateful and he wants it.

It wants to give us a gift.

Gift.

Tell me everything you know.

I want to know everything. I want to know.

I've got a bad feeling about that.

Indy?

The eyes.

What are they, statements?

Interdimensional beings in point of fact.

Welcome back, huh?

What the hell is that?

A portal!

A pathway to another dimension!

Don't think we want to go that way.

I want to know.

Tell me.

I'm ready. I want to know.

I'm gonna be alright.

Like a broom to the footprints.

Where did they go?

Space?

Not into space.

Into the space between spaces.

I don't understand.

Why this legend of a city of gold?

The Uga word for gold translates as treasure.

Their treasure wasn't gold. It was knowledge.

Knowledge was their treasure.

Ow.

What, are we just going to sit here?

Night falls quick in the jungle, kid. You don't want to climb down the

in the dark. No?

I can't.

Who's coming with me? Come on.

Why don't you stick around, Junior?

I don't know.

Why didn't you, Dad?

Somewhere your grandpa is laughing.

Marvelous. Perfect.

Make the letters bigger. Much bigger.

Henry Jones, Jr., and Marion Ravenwood, insomuch in that you two have agreed to

live together in holy matrimony, have promised your love for each other by

vows, the joining of your hands, and the giving of these rings, I now declare

you to be husband and wife.

When God hath put together, let no one tear asunder. How much of human life is

lost in waiting?

Congratulations.

You may kiss your bride.