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Ah!

A few here…

-What was that? -Huh?

Huh.

Hmm.

Thank you?

Ah, not yet.

Sam. Sam!

Wake up.

Lara?

Ah…

Yes, I've got you.

I knew

you'd come.

Look at them.

Ugh.

This used to be a good place.

Um, where are we?

A hunting lodge in the Caucasus.

Hey, can we get a pitcher?

Just a giant pitcher of water.

-And a… a menu, please. -I'm fine.

You'd think they'd have a bread basket or something.

What are you doing?

You need a doctor.

It's cuts and bruises.

And maybe a concussion.

It's my fault.

I should've been there. I should've called you sooner. I--

No, stop.

This…

…was those thick-neck bastards' fault.

Not yours.

Ugh!

This place is terrible.

Weird this used to be our world.

Our parents' world.

What's the difference, when you're a kid?

Why is your face doing that?

Oh, waiter!

Yes. My friend and I would like a bottle of your finest champagne, please.

Two dozen oysters, the kampachi crudo, and the dry-aged filet with chanterelles!

Oh, and a bread basket for my friend!

What? I'm concussed. I'm not dying.

When are you going to tell me what those "thick-neck bastards" wanted with you?

I'd like to know, ideally before she gets back.

So I was poking around a story about art forgeries

when I found something much more interesting.

Priceless artifacts.

Relics worth millions of pounds have been going missing

from museums, private collections, all over the world.

Museums aren't even reporting it.

So you got too close to the thief.

Must have. They took all my footage and research.

Do you know how long it took me to get all that?

Mmm!

I'm pretty sure it's one guy behind this.

The MOs are different, but there's something the same about all of them.

So how does she fit in?

Wait, I thought the badass was with you.

Hmm.

I will not ask.

I will. Who are you?

You can call me Fig.

Who were you talking to, Fig?

My employer.

And who is that?

Let's say she's an interested party.

Interested in what, exactly?

Collaboration.

Huh.

Pithos is a good band name.

It's ancient Greek for "box."

As in Pandora's.

Stop being weird.

Wow.

Mmm!

Ah! Sorry about that.

You must be Lara Croft and Sam Nishimura.

I am Mila. Welcome to Pithos.

Thank you.

Your hospitality has been amazing.

Seems your friend here came to Russia just at the right time.

Fig has many skills. Timeliness is certainly one of them.

How did you know where Sam was?

I didn't.

Fig was attempting to recover a painting

stolen from my personal collection.

My great-grandmother's.

Priceless to me.

Hmm. Shame.

But, on the bright side,

I now believe in fate.

Ms. Nishimura, I have admired your documentary work for some time.

You have?

Of course!

You are bold.

The stories you choose to cover are the forgotten and discarded ones.

And it just so happens,

those are the ones I love the most.

And what exactly does Pithos do?

Well,

we are in the business of saving the world.

All this, strangely enough,

started from a tiny bottle.

Plastic takes roughly 400 years to decompose.

A Pithos bottle takes two weeks.

I heard about that. That was you?

If I could figure that out from a dorm room,

imagine what hundreds of brilliant humans could do together.

Yet each success feels so small, doesn't it?

There's always more destruction and ego and…

-Suffering. -Suffering.

But the world can change.

I've seen it.

Your field, for example.

All the new shiny PhDs have invented something totally novel.

Ethical archaeology.

Think of it as the opposite of what your father used to do.

Not raiding artifacts, but returning them to where they belong.

To be fair, it's not entirely his fault.

Your father came from the old worldview.

And what view is that?

To be great, we must cast a shadow.

Sam.

I heard your equipment was stolen.

You're kidding.

Oh my gosh! The 8K with the built-in stabilizer?

And, Lara, for you, it's about giving you room to do what you do best.

Cutting-edge tech.

A team of diggers,

surveyors, science specialists.

Like-minded individuals who answer to you.

For what, exactly?

-I don't work for money. -Of course.

That's what I love about you both.

For example, this gorgeous mask was originally from Benin.

During the 18th century, it was forcibly shipped to South America,

where it surfaced briefly in Colombia in the journal of a Spanish missionary

who believed it to be the face of the Devil.

After that, the mask disappeared.

With imperialism, black market tourism,

the mask could be anywhere now.

But it belongs in Benin.

And you intend to bring it back?

This is just one relic of thousands!

We could use you on our side, Lara Croft.

It's just a small meet-and-greet

between competent friends and powerful people of means.

After all, having the skills and ethics is one thing.

Having the resources…

Well, that's everything.

It's locked!

Huh. There's something engraved on here.

It's a pattern.

I think we have to put them in the right order to get out.

Over here.

The numbers.

What are they?

Uh, it's five, eight…

Gah! What… what's the M?

I always forget the stupid M!

Oh, I know this. A thousand. M is a thousand!

I… I don't wanna die in here!

-You never just let us have one. -Por favor!

-Lara! -Seriously, Lara?

The joy killer strikes again.

Thank you.

Thank you, 'cause I'm hungry.

Okay, I'm just saying,

you could chillax and let us feel smart sometime.

You can do that.

Or we could stop inviting her.

But I know all the good chippies.

-Damn it. -She's right.

Ha!

Beat that, suckers.

Ah, I'll have a go.

Huh?

Whoa! Easy with Paméla.

You named your drone Pamela?

"Pam-ella."

She has the same curves as a woman I once met in California.

You know how he gets when you touch his things.

Hey, it's fine. Just me.

I'm leaving.

You okay?

Of course. Uh…

Good night. Be safe.

Good night.

Hmm.

Oh.

"This African mask is a representation of the Yoruba Orisha Oko,

a harvester god."

"Tradition holds that his voice was like gravel

and his mouth spewed earth when he spoke."

Hmm.

Oh, doesn't he look majestic?

Yes, simply regal.

This mask.

I have information that my father might have acquired it unethically.

Oh!

If you don't mind, I'd like to reacquire the mask

and take a closer inventory of all the artifacts I donated to you.

I'm sorry, but that's simply impossible, Lady Croft.

These relics are of great educational import to our visitors.

And of great cultural import to the people they rightfully belong to.

This mask doesn't belong to you.

Well, it doesn't belong to you either,

does it?

We are an institute founded on the belief

that we are caretakers for the world.

That's not your prerogative.

Hmm. Perhaps.

Unfortunately, your donation

did sign over ownership of the artifacts

to the museum,

which we are humbly grateful for.

Does that clear things up?

Yes. Things are crystal clear.

Whew!

Thank you, Herc.

Come to the Light side, have you?

I didn't do it for you.

It was just time

to start a new chapter.

Thank you, Ms. Croft.

This is

invaluable.

The world needs caretakers like us.

I'm sorry. What did you say?

Caretakers.

The world needs them.

Don't you think?

Hmm.

She's stopped.

What are you doing in Colombia?

Oh!

Get a grip, Lara.

Not everyone is out to destroy the world.

Oh!

I can already feel your power

coursing through me!

Huh?

You will never… get away with this.

Who

can stop me?

What have I done?