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(dramatic music)

(cautious music)

- Your drink, Monsieur le President.

- Thank you.

Could you bring me some ice?

- Of course, sir.

(footsteps)

(birds chirp)

(dart fires)

(worrisome music)

(footsteps)

Monsieur le President!

(siren wails)

(frog croaks)

(telegraph taps)

(telegraph beeps)

(upbeat mod music) (machine warping)

(machine powers down)

(foreboding music)

- There is no possible doubt.

This dart we found in the president's neck

is from an Amastec blowpipe.

The poison on the tip induces total paralysis

with a permanent effect.

- Four world leaders struck down within 24 hours,

and all in the same way.

- Have the medical teams come up with anything, Sam?

- No, the paralysis is total.

Both physical and mental.

They're like human cabbages.

- This is incredible!

And you say, Dr. Aston, the Amastecs were wiped out

300 years ago?

- That's right, by the Spaniards under Cortez.

- Doctor, you're an acknowledged authority

on the Amastec civilization.

I want you to tell us everything about them

you think is relevant to the present situation.

- Well, the Amastecs were a tribe

of South American Indians.

A highly educated, gentle people.

They had two gods.

One good, Quetzalcoatl,

and one evil, Huetzalapoctal.

In time, the gods fought.

Evil won, and the Amastecs were forced to obey him.

Where they were once gentle, they became cruel.

They made human sacrifices

and invented a secret poison.

They also had an antidote for it.

Something that would cancel out the effect.

- An antidote!

That's what we need now.

How do we find this lost civilization?

- Well, several expeditions have located

and examined ruined Amastec temples,

and there are still a few Indians in the area,

scattered in tiny groups in the jungle.

My guess is that someone has gathered them together

and revived the old culture to one of these temples.

- But how would he do it?

- He could convince the Indians

he was the son god, Quetzalcoatl,

or Huetzalapoctal, the god of darkness.

It could even be a child.

A young boy.

- A boy?

- Yes.

The Amastecs believed that children were sacred

and must not be harmed.

- Hm, that's very interesting.

Sam, I think you oughta contact Professor McClaine.

Just for the record.

The record, Sam.

- Gotcha, chief.

I'll phone him right away.

- Please go on, Doctor.

- Well, I've been on several expeditions to the area myself.

(birds chirp)

- Professor McClaine here.

- [Sam] It's Sam, Mac.

- Oh, hello, Sam.

- [Sam] Listen Mac, we'd like you to record a brain pattern.

- All right, when?

- [Sam] Right away.

The subject's in Shane Weston's office now.

- Okay, Sam, I'll get down to the laboratory.

- [Sam] Thanks, Mac. I'll explain it all later.

- Yes, I've heard that all before.

Bye, Sam.

- Was it important, Dad?

- Yeah.

Come on, Joe.

We've got work to do.

- The Amastecs were driven to the foothills of the Andes.

This once great civilization crumbled in a few years.

One of the great mysteries is that although they were

so culturally advanced,

they had no knowledge of one of the fundamental inventions

of the rest of the world.

The wheel.

It is an unexplained and tragic fact.

Well, to return to the problem in hand--

(tense music)

(beeping)

It would certainly be a most dangerous undertaking

to try and find that lost tribe and the antidote.

(machine clicks)

- Is the recording finished, Dad?

- Yes, Joe.

I think we've been running long enough.

Well, I wonder what this is all about.

- Well, gentlemen, incredible as it may seem,

somewhere in the Amazon jungle,

there must be a lost tribe of Amastecs,

and somehow, the poison they perfected centuries ago

is being smuggled out into our world and used.

- Well, thank you, Dr. Aston.

You've been most helpful.

Uh, my chauffeur will take you home.

- Thank you.

If there's anything else,

please do not hesitate to call me.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Doctor.

(footsteps)

- What do you make of it, chief?

- I don't like it, Sam.

Four of the world's leading statesmen

seem to be in the hands of a ghost from the past.

(harp music)

(imposing music)

(birds chirp) (tribal drumming)

- Oh, great god.

I offer you the poison of Quetzalapoctal.

- [Voice] Leave it on the alter.

The work of the lord of evil will be continued.

(foreboding music)

(machine whirs)

(machine powers down)

(whirring)

(whirring)

- Well, Joe, you now have the brain pattern of Dr. Aston,

and aerial reconnaissance of the area has established

signs of activity at one of the ruined temples

near the foothills of the Andes.

- It may be an idea to parachute me in there, Sam.

That should produce the greatest impression on the Indians.

- Good idea, Joe!

I'll arrange it.

- Fine.

Anything else, Sam?

- Yeah, one other thing.

We've kept this classified information for security reasons.

We know why the four world leaders have been struck down.

Money.

We've been offered a supply of the antidote

if we pay 10 million pounds into a Swiss bank account.

- You mean they're being kept in a coma for ransom?

Have we any idea who's behind this?

- We don't know.

But it looks like a big organization.

They're clever and ruthless.

It amounts to kidnapping by remote control.

The victim stays in a coma until the money's paid.

- Or until I get the antidote.

When do we leave?

- We fly to Quito, Ecuador tonight!

And from there to the temple.

(thunder rumbles)

Candy, Joe?

- Thanks. Ow!

- What's wrong, Joe?

- Those inoculations I had.

My arm hurts.

- Don't worry, son.

Your arm will be better by tomorrow.

(thunder rumbles)

(mysterious, foreboding music)

- [Voice] What is the meaning of this, Broktl?

Why do you come to the temple

without being summoned?

Do you defy the high priest of Huetzalapoctal?

- No.

lord,

I came to make an offering to the sun god.

Our people suffer greatly under the rule of darkness.

- [Voice] You dare to defy the alter with an offering

to Quetzacoatl?

Go, before the wrath of the god of evil descends on you

and all the people.

(dramatic worrisome music)

(plane engines hum)

- Better put on your glasses, Joe.

We're near the dropping zone.

- [Joe] Okay, Dad.

- You should land around here.

About 15 miles from the temple.

- I'd like to be nearer, Sam.

Say five miles.

Around here.

- Okay, Joe, you're the boss.

(foreboding music)

(stone scrapes)

(plane engines hum)

- Ready, Joe?

- Ready.

- Remember, Joe, we'll be standing by at the airstrip.

Call us in if you need help.

Good luck, son.

All right, away you go.

(suspicious music) (tribal drumming)

(birds chirp)

- Look!

Can it be that the sun god comes

to deliver us from the hand of evil?

Let his arrival be announced!

(bass tribal drumming)

- Joe 90 to Sam Loover.

- Loud and clear, Joe.

- [Joe] I've landed safely, Sam.

- How does it look?

- There's no one around.

I'll just sit tight and wait for them to find me.

- God of darkness, Huetzalapoctal.

(tribal drumming)

God of darkness.

- [Voice] Who calls the high priest of evil?

- Atakka, lord.

I come to tell you of the man-god

who dropped from the sky.

- [Voice] Where is this imposter?

- Towards the sunrise.

In the forest.

- [Voice] Huetzalapoctal knows of his presence,

and he commands you through me

to seek him out and destroy him.

- Yes, god of darkness.

- [Voice] Tonight, when the sun goes down,

find him.

Destroy him.

Destroy him.

(worrisome music)

(exotic, worrisome music)

- It's been seven hours now, Sam.

- I can't understand it, Joe.

They should have found you by now.

- I know, Sam.

But I've got a feeling they're not too far away.

(uneasy music)

(rustling)

(darts firing)

- Take him!

At dawn, we will offer this intruder

to Huetzalapoctal at the temple!

He will be destroyed!

(doomed music)

(tribal drumming)

Oh great lord of darkness, Huetzalapoctal.

- You have done well, Atakka.

I will accept this sacrifice.

Destroy him!

(tense music)

(birds chirp)

- No!

Do you defy the law by killing a child?

- He must be sacrificed.

It is the will of evil.

- Even a god must obey the law.

This child is sacred!

- I am the law,

and I say he dies!

(menacing music)

- The name of Quetzacoatl,

I ask for the right of trial by entombment.

- See?

He speaks our tongue!

I saw him drop from the sky!

I believe he is the child of the sun god!

- [Native] I too saw him drop from the sun.

- Silence!

What is this trial by entombment?

- It is to test the validity of a child of the sun god.

- Has anyone survived this test?

- No, lord.

Many have tried, but all have perished.

- So be it.

Take him to the mountain.

(dreamlike harp music)

(stone scraping)

(flashlight clicks)

(curious, uneasy music)

- Joe 90 to base.

Come in, please.

- Hello, Joe.

Where are you?

- Entombed in a mountain.

- Entombed?

Joe, what's happened?

- These people have half convinced themselves

I'm the child of the sun god.

But the first problem is to get out of here.

- Can we be of any assistance, Joe?

- No, Sam.

I've got to do this unaided.

The Amastec use these tombs as a trial,

but it's always very difficult to find the way out.

I'm going to take a look around.

Will contact you later.

Out.

(birds chirp)

- Broktl, why do you stare at the mountain?

- I pray to Quetzacoatl for the child.

- Your prayers will not help.

He will perish in the tomb!

(tense music)

(footsteps)

(trickling water)

(dripping water)

(drips)

(running water)

- Joe 90 to Sam Loover.

- Go ahead, Joe.

- There's an underground channel

leading off from the main passageway

cut by floodwater.

- Is it big enough to get through, Joe?

- I think so, Sam.

Anyway, I'm going to try it.

(menacing music)

- How long has Joe been down there now, Sam?

- Um,

a little over an hour, Mac.

- Mm.

Well, there's still nothing we can do except wait.

- Yeah.

(thunder booms)

(rain patters)

(sky rumbles)

- It's starting to rain.

- [Sam] Mm.

- Rain, Sam!

- Joe, can you hear me?

- Loud and clear, Sam.

- [Sam] Listen, Joe, it's started to rain.

That channel could become a raging torrent in minutes.

- I know, Sam.

I didn't want to worry you,

but the level's been rising for the last five minutes,

and I'm beginning to feel pretty tired.

- We're coming in to get you out, Joe!

- No, Sam!

I've got to do this alone.

(thunder booms)

(water rushes)

(sky rumbles)

(water rushes)

(sky rumbles)

(thunder booms)

(desperate plight music)

(sky rumbles)

- Joe?

Joe!

Come in, Joe!

Answer me, Joe 90!

- It's, it's okay, Sam.

I'm out.

I'm going to the temple.

That's where the antidote must be.

(menacing, foreboding music) (bird chirps)

(stone scraping)

- Broktl.

- Yes,

lord.

- You have defied the evil god Huetzalapoctal.

- I cry for my people under the rule of darkness!

- As high priest,

I banish you to the land beyond the mountian.

If you return,

you will suffer a traitor's death.

Now go!

I said go!

(dramatic music)

- It is a miracle.

Look!

The child of the sun god lives!

(dramatic music)

(stone scraping)

(tense, uneasy music)

- All right, come out with your hands up!

You don't scare me with your hidden speakers and lights.

- [Priest] Who are you?

- Joe 90, World Intelligence.

- [Priest] A kid?

From World Intelligence?

(laughs)

- I want that antidote.

(tense music)

(harp music)

(clicks)

(gun fires)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

(guns fire)

- There is no escape!

The game's over!

- Surrender to a kid.

You must be out of your mind.

(electricity crackles)

(gun fires)

(screams)

(uneasy music)

(dramatic music)

- Well,

one shot of the antidote,

and the four world leaders recovered immediately.

- Yes, chief, it's an amazing product.

They claim they never felt better in their lives,

and there may soon be scientific evidence to back it up.

- Yeah, I know how they feel.

Sometimes I wish I could go into a coma

and wake up invigorated a couple of weeks later.

Uh, don't point that thing, Joe.

- And because of the evidence you found in the temple, Joe,

W.I.N. were able to arrest the whole organization.

- Right, Professor!

It was a clean sweep.

Uh, Joe, what're you doing?

Joe, uh,

Joe, that thing isn't loaded.

Listen, I (chuckles), I was only kidding about that coma.

Joe!

Do something, Sam! (laughing)

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