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(dramatic music)

(lively ethnic music)

(bus engine droning)

(alpacas vocalizing)

(passengers murmuring)

- How many buckets of rock does she expect us to go through?

In this heat?

And my ears are still ringing

from the bombs they set off this morning.

I think I have serious damage to my hearing, for sure.

- No risk, no reward right?

- Jack do you remember the other day at the bar,

you were telling me this story--

- No.

Too many Pisco shots and I start telling stories,

so just forget about it.

- It's just that I think I may know of something

that can help.

Something special no one else has.

- Okay, later, save it for the bar.

- Drinks on you? - Yes.

- I'm there. - All right.

(singing in foreign language)

(detonation booms)

(singing in foreign language)

Oh my God, Diego!

Help!

(melancholy music)

Breathe, damn it!

Help me!

(melancholy music)

Oh Diego...

Help me!

- Do you realize how much money this will cost us to fix?

- Diego's dead, Lupe, he's dead.

- It was an accident, Jack.

A left over charge.

Your friend can be replaced, you cannot.

- I'm done.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

- And just where do you plan to go?

Look how far you have come

because of me and my connections.

And this is how you repay me?

- Oh Lupe,

you taught me well,

but knowledge isn't wisdom and the human life

is worth a whole lot more than treasure.

- Hey.

Think about what you are doing, Jack.

(singing in foreign language)

(detonation booming)

(dramatic music)

(horn honking) (alpacas vocalizing)

(passengers chattering)

- Senor.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

(melancholy music) (cattle bellow)

- Jack Wilder? - Si.

- Ah, Diego.

(melancholy music)

- Come, come with me.

(chickens cluck)

- Hola.

- Hola.

- Hola.

- Hola.

(melancholy music)

(upbeat ethnic music)

(mysterious music)

- [Vicente Voiceover] My name is Vicente de Valverde.

It is only as I contemplate the fate of my own life

that I find the courage to write these words.

November 1532, a shimmering mirage appeared before us,

40,000 Inca dressed in gold.

Under Pizarro's command, we now had a new mission for Spain.

Our search was often connected by the three creatures

worshiped by the Inca,

and they will dominate the world with their great city

of gold, the city we call El Dorado.

The path was also cursed with countless unexpected traps

taking the lives of men.

A precious artifact was discovered, an amulet.

It was bestowed upon me for safe keeping,

I have hidden the amulet in my sanctuary.

(dramatic music)

- A unique design, Quechuan Empire,

15th century, perhaps?

- Maybe...

- This will bring a nice price.

This is big!

- It's not for sale.

- What?

Are you crazy?

We're talking high six figures here!

- Carlos, Carlos, I need your business savvy right now,

I need your knowledge.

- You sure do. (chuckles)

- What do you know about Vicente de Valverde?

- The friar who helped convert the Inca to Christianity.

He was the first Bishop of Cuzco.

Captured by Indians in 1540,

held responsible for his link to Pizarro,

The Incas poured molten gold down his throat,

asking him when he have had enough, at last.

- Where was his sanctuary?

(chuckles)

- What are you up to?

Why so much interest in this man, huh?

Oh, no, no, no, come on, Jack.

El Dorado is a bedtime story, it's a myth!

I'm begging you, you're a talented guy,

you can't keep wasting your time and your energy.

- Orellana, Bingham, Savoy,

they all devoted their lives

to trying to find the Lost City of Gold

which is hidden somewhere in this country

by the Inca.

Now, does that mean that they wasted their lives?

- They found only rocks, not gold.

- Exactly!

That's because it's still out there.

And I'm gonna find it.

- Jack...

- I have Valverde's diary.

Yeah...

And in it, he describes all the clues

that Pizarro had put together.

The dead ends, the traps,

this amulet is the next step

and it's hidden in Valverde's sanctuary,

wherever the hell that is.

- Sanctuary, that's...

That's under the cathedral, in Cuzco.

- How do you know?

- The Dominicans built on top

of the old Franciscan sanctuary,

Valverde's sanctuary.

- Are you positive?

- You wanted my knowledge, there it is.

I'm certain.

Jack, that diary alone is worth a large amount of money.

Let me make a call.

I can sell it in a day!

- The diary's off the table.

It's a personal gift; I'm not selling it.

Plus, Carlos, if I'm right,

there is something much bigger out there.

Bigger than us.

You'll see.

(chuckles)

- Okay.

Okay, okay.

To finding El Dorado.

- Salut. - Salut.

(cathedral bells chiming)

(dramatic music)

- [Carlos] That church is a national treasure.

It's guarded 24 hours a day.

You want to take something out of there,

you will be caught.

(dramatic music)

(reverent music)

(tense mysterious music)

(creepy music)

- [Vicente Voiceover] Follow my name.

Let the City of Gold find you, find you, find you...

(tense mysterious music)

(speaks in foreign language)

- Typical.

(speaks in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

- Policia! Policia!

(bells chiming urgently)

(yelling in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(screaming)

- Excuse me! Watch out!

(yelling in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(pistol shots cracking)

(cattle bellowing)

(yelling in foreign language)

- Yeah, come on, baby!

(faithful murmuring)

(shutters clicking)

(crickets chirping)

- It's amazing, Carlos, just like the image in the diary.

- When can I see it?

I have the perfect buyer, the deepest pockets

you have ever seen!

- Carlos, Carlos, we went through this.

- Do you really want to join that list of names

who searched for El Dorado and failed?

- Where's this coming from?

- Pragmatism, and a strong respect for the dollar.

Look, we have it in our hands now.

Or, more importantly, you have it in your hands,

and I want it in mine.

- Right, um...

Let's talk when I get back.

- Okay, fair enough.

Go with God, Jack, you may need his help.

- Yeah.

(mysterious music)

That's it.

- Senor Torres?

- [Carlos] Yes, how can I help you?

- We spoke earlier, the deal,

the amulet and diary.

I'm Mr. Grissom, you said you'd have them here today.

- Yes, well, my client has them.

- What client?

- I could try to reach him,

but I think he's heading out of town.

- You see, my client believed

they would have those items today.

- Well, I'm sorry but they are no longer for sale.

I've changed my mind.

- Excuse me, excuse me, you've changed your mind?

We have a deal, Senor Torres.

Two million, I believe?

- No, no, it's not about the price.

- Well, actually, it kind of is.

- We did not have a deal.

I never accepted your offer.

I told you I have to speak with my client first,

and he refuses to sell, I'm sorry.

Look, give me a couple of days, okay?

Jack will come back and maybe I can talk to him.

- One second, who's Jack?

- Jack Wilder.

- You know him?

- I know him.

As treasure hunters go, he's one of the best.

- Okay.

So maybe you could call him?

Ask him to bring them here today?

- He doesn't have a cell phone.

- Don't be stupid.

(chuckles) Look at that, Jack Wilder.

(ringtone purrs)

And it's ringing.

- [Jack] Hey, it's Jack Wilder,

I'm not here, leave a message.

- You lied to me.

Stupid.

Okay, let's go.

So I guess we can find Jack Wilder without your help, huh?

- Even if you find him,

Jack is not the type of man to give in to threats.

- Excuse me?

- So consider that a warning.

(shot cracks)

- You really are stupid, aren't you?

Track him down.

(melancholy music)

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings)

- Come on, Carlos, give it a rest.

(mysterious music)

This ain't my first rodeo, guys.

(dramatic music)

Phew!

(mysterious music)

(rumbling)

(thunderous rumbling)

Caral?

Pachacumac, Machu Picchu.

(blades whirring)

(dramatic music)

Shit.

- [Grissom] Take him on, go, go!

(arrows whizzing) (man cries out)

(dramatic music)

(shots cracking)

Cease fire!

Jack?

Jack Wilder?

I know you're here.

Your friend Carlos, he gave me his phone.

You know how much easier it made finding you?

- I gotta get new friends.

- I liked him.

Technology, gotta love it, huh?

- What did you do to him?

- Hey, get doing what you're paid to do.

- No. - Yeah, smooth move.

Pre-Columbian artifacts.

Never been seen before.

Your boneheads destroyed it.

Guess that will remain a mystery.

- Or I guess you can just tell us what it said.

- I'm good, but I'm not that good.

- Really?

- Really.

- Okay.

Kill him, get the bags.

- Whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, look!

Look!

If you want it, you can just take it.

- Keep your hands where they are.

- Fine.

- I need more time here.

- Well, that thing's not gonna be around much longer

so make it fast.

The bag.

(dramatic music)

(gun shots cracking)

Stay with him!

(chute whooshes)

(pistol shots cracking)

Okay, we blow this place, we find him.

(detonation booms)

- Crazy bastard.

(dramatic music)

(machine guns clicking) (yelling in foreign language)

- Perfect.

- Mr. Jack Wilder?

I am El General Luis Mata,

commandante here of this region.

What are you up to?

- Sightseeing, enjoying your beautiful country.

- You gonna get clever with me?

We know that you wrecked one of our towns yesterday,

and today we're seeing you parachuting from a cave

in the mountains.

We also know that you killed Carlos Torres,

for whatever was inside that cave.

- I didn't kill anyone.

Carlos was my friend.

- Friend? - Yeah.

- (chuckles) Let me explain something to you.

You're in very serious trouble.

If you don't start cooperating

with this investigation,

you're gonna spend the rest of your life

in a Peruvian jail,

however short that life might be.

- You got the wrong guy.

Okay, there were others in that cave,

you should be talking to them.

- No, no, there were no others.

There was only you up there.

Only you, who conspired to steal priceless artifacts

from my country, along with Carlos Torres,

who is now dead.

- Okay.

What do you want from me?

- I want to know what you found in that cave.

- I wanna speak to the American consulate.

- What you want is of no concern to me.

This is my prison, my rules.

I know this is a very important decision

that you have to make,

so I'm gonna give you some time

to think about it.

You decide not to cooperate,

I'll come again and ask you next year,

or maybe the next.

But sooner or later,

I'm gonna get the truth out of you.

Capitan?

- General.

(droning ominous music)

- Hey you.

Come with me.

- Please, sit.

I am Ricardo della Rosa, the director of

the Institute for Meso-American Research.

You know my colleague.

Senorita Martinez?

- Hello, Jack.

- Life's treating you well, I see.

- What happened to you?

You were never a criminal.

Just an opportunist.

- We all have our talents.

- Look, I think we can get you out of here,

but you have to work with us.

- Oh, you still care?

- The cave you blew up is protected under federal law.

You'll never get out of here, Jack.

Not without our help.

What were you looking for?

(tense music)

- You wanna know?

Why don't you put on a pack,

grab a line, and climb?

I'm sorry, you can't do that,

because you don't do fieldwork anymore.

It's too reckless.

Reckless, that's what you said, right?

- Jack, this isn't a game.

You're in military hands now.

Tell us what happened, and we'll get you out of here.

- (chuckles) All right.

Fine, I went to the cave.

I started snooping around.

And suddenly these, I don't know, mercs showed up.

They were taking orders from this ex-military type.

I think he's good for killing Carlos.

He's the one who blew up the cave,

and he is the guy you should be talking to.

- Assuming this is all true,

what is everybody looking for?

- Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness,

I don't know, can we go now?

- Have it your way, Jack.

- El Dorado.

- El Dorado?

- I have new evidence.

You get me out of here,

and I can prove it to you.

(paper sheaf thuds)

- He's in our custody now.

We're gonna need his belongings.

- (sighs) I can also get these fancy documents.

This is not over, Senorita.

(car horns tooting) (traffic rumbling)

- [Jack] I took these before the attack.

- Wow!

- Incredible!

- As you know, the Inca worshiped three creatures,

the Serpent is the guardian of the Underworld,

the Puma stands for man on Earth,

and the Condor represents the Afterlife.

Now, I, uh...

Saw an image of a serpent in the cave,

and here, in the center of the calender,

is the face of a puma.

- What does that have to do with El Dorado?

- The Quechua prophecy.

- When the Condor and the Puma are reunited,

the Earth will awaken.

- And the Empire will be whole again.

- [Ricardo] Continue.

- Ah, yes, uh, well, legend has it

that there were seven cities of gold.

And then the Emperor gets a little paranoid.

I don't know, an invasion, a natural disaster,

or something, so he gets all of the gold

and puts it into on secret place, El Dorado.

- You are quite the scholar of Inca culture.

- He's obsessed with it.

- Now, if you take a look at this calendar,

it's a date, and as far as I can tell,

it says December 21st, 2012.

- When the Maya predicted the end of the world.

- Exactly!

See, I believe that the City of Gold

is directly connected to the 2012 prophecy.

Now, if I can get my hands on the actual calendar,

I could tell you more.

- Where might that be?

- The Temple of the Sun.

It's the one spot that the Inca believe

is directly linked to the cosmos,

the most enlightened place on Earth for man.

- The puma.

- Very good.

- We'll arrange an expedition immediately.

- Great!

When do we head out?

- Who said you're gonna come?

- No, wait, just wait a second.

Valverde's diary.

Take it as collateral.

Look, they killed Carlos,

and they almost took my life.

You guys have to let me do this!

I will allow you to join us.

- Thanks.

- Senor?

- Ah, thank you.

The information you requested.

- That's him!

That's the guy who killed Carlos

and destroyed the cave.

- Colonel Sam Grissom,

discharged from the British SAS for war crimes?

Formed his own freelance security unit

and is now selling his services to the highest bidder.

- Do we have any idea who's controlling the purse strings?

- We're working on it.

- We better find the calendar before he does.

- [Crowd] Ole!

Ole!

- Where is he, General?

- He's at the Institute.

If they drop him off,

we'll pick him up and make him disappear.

- Well, that's a sweet story,

but the second that man gets out,

there's nothing simple about it, General.

- Nothing in my life has ever been simple, Colonel.

- Join the club.

- You know, I'm beginning to get a little bit curious

about why all this expense and trouble just to find one man?

- Look, this is just a simple job.

My employers, he has an artifact of theirs,

they want it back, that's it.

- An artifact?

- Mm-hmm. (chuckles)

- Must be some kind of artifact.

- Ah, nothing special, General.

You're gonna get paid either way.

Salut. - Salut.

- [Crowd] Ole!

(gentle Latin guitar music)

- You know, this could get very dicey.

I'm not very comfortable with you tagging along.

- You're tagging along, remember that.

Just think of me as Ricardo's eyes and ears.

I'm trusting you, Jack.

- What's up, Mamacita?

- Gordon, Jack Wilder.

Jack's gonna be accompanying us.

- Save it, the director filled me in.

- [Jack] All right.

- Maria!

- Do you always touch things that aren't yours?

- I'm sorry, it's your baby.

- That's right, Ixtab is my baby.

I named her after the Mayan goddess of suicide.

Badass, huh?

Developed her for the Pyramids of Palenque.

Now we use her for the ruins here in Peru.

Ixtab's a (mumbles)-based magnetic resonance scanner

for geological formations.

Press her buttons, out comes a massive blast of energy,

and she uses high-speed data sorting

to create a visual map.

Basically, Ixtab's a mini MRI on steroids.

- [Jack] Sounds handy.

- It's waterproof too. - Nice!

- Gordolito!

Let's go, my friend!

(upbeat Latin music) (props purring)

(high-powered shots screaming)

- What the hell?

- [Gordon] What is that?

Wait, wait, wait, who is that,

and why are they shooting at us?

- My money's on Grissom.

- What the hell is a Grissom?

Ricardo said he needed my scanner

to look into a pyramid.

He didn't say anything about flying into a war zone!

(machine gun shots chattering)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(dramatic music)

Hey!

Gordon, help me out here!

- No no no, no, I don't wanna get dead guy on me!

- Everybody's gonna be dead if you don't help me out!

(dramatic music)

(engines screaming)

(machine gun shots whistling)

- [Maria] What are you doing?

There's trees down there!

- I know, and there are bullets up her, okay?

We'll use the trees for cover.

You can't shoot what you can't see.

- Dude, I can agree with Maria on this one.

I'm not a pilot, but pretty sure

you're supposed to fly away from the trees.

- [Maria] What?

- BRS!

- [Maria] Jack, they're closing in!

(bullets ping)

- I'm gonna try and slow down.

- What?

- Maria, I need you to tell me

when they are right on our tail.

Right on it, you got that?

- Okay.

- Oh my God!

Trees, trees, trees, we're gonna hit, we're gonna hit!

We're gonna hit!

- Hold on, ladies!

(dramatic music)

- Now!

(alarms whooping)

- [Jack] Is everybody okay?

- Still alive.

- Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!

(ropes snapping) (yelling fearfully)

- Right, slide down, let's go.

- Whoa!

- Argh!

Oh my God, oh my God!

- Gordon, get off!

- Wow.

(impact smashes)

Well, that was close.

- Damn it, I'm alive!

I'm alive!

Yes, I'm indestructible!

- Yeah, you are.

- You, you are good at what you do!

- Ahh, okay, all right, calm down, cowboy,

don't get all squishy!

- Phew!

- You know, I don't understand.

Why did they try to kill us before we could get there?

- Right, it doesn't make any sense.

We're not even close to the Temple of the Sun.

- Does he think that he can find the calendar on his own?

- Huh, Grissom kills me,

it is a huge risk.

But if he can't crack the calendar,

he won't find the gold.

(insect buzzing)

- This is not cool, you guys!

Seriously!

I didn't sign up for this!

- I know, Gordon, I know.

Let's uh...

Go see what survived the plane crash, okay?

- We lost the chopper, sir.

It went down in pursuit.

- What?

How is that even possible?

It was a simple run against an unarmed Cessna.

- All we know is that they're not on screen anymore,

and we're dead on radio.

- Okay, scramble Delta.

I want to get on that scene.

- If you didn't blow up that cave,

I probably could have told you where they hid it.

We could be there waiting for them.

- You wanna be really...

I mean, really careful how you speak to me, okay?

Make yourself useful.

Find something.

- So Ixtab's okay.

What about the phones?

Can we make a call for pick-up?

(phone beeps)

- No service.

- Sweet, the GPS is up and running.

- Good, 'cause we gotta move out.

- Wait up, what?

No, we're gonna make camp here and sit tight

and wait for back-up,

and where they can find us.

- Yeah, and fall right into Grissom's hands.

Those guys are tracking us as we speak.

Their ETA is minutes away, not hours away.

How far does it say?

- About 50 miles, give or take.

- In this jungle, take about three days.

Let's get a move on.

- Come on, Ixtab.

It's okay, girl.

Everything's gonna be all right, Daddy's gotcha.

(blades whirring) (dramatic music)

- What's our ETA?

- About an hour, sir.

- Step on it! - Yes sir!

(water rushing)

- [Maria] I don't understand you, Jack.

- [Jack] Join the club.

- This is what you left me for?

- Hey, you sent me packin', remember?

- You chose to go.

- Don't rewrite history.

- All I wanted was for you not to disappear

for months at a time.

I never knew when you were coming back home,

where you were.

- That's my job.

I'm an archeologist, not some armchair scholar.

- Keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.

Bottom line, you're a treasure hunter

with an advanced degree.

- Yet, the items that I find,

where do they usually end up?

Museums.

Understand the past, respect the future.

And let's not forget about the tickets,

and the tours, and the class trips,

that ultimately fund institutes like IMAR.

- Are you kidding?

That's about one-fifth of what you do.

The rest of the time, you're just hawking

precious historical pieces

to the first crooked millionaire

that flashes a wad of money in your face.

- Mom, Dad?

Get a divorce or get a room.

Either way, you guys shutting up

would really rock my world.

(blades whirring) (tense music)

- Check. - That's the crash site.

- [Pilot] Copy that.

- [Grissom] Take it down.

(mysterious music) (jungle birds calling)

- Oh gosh...

Okay, look.

We got another hour of daylight.

Let's not waste it.

- Speak for yourself, Gladiator.

I speak for those who need food,

clean socks, and sleep.

- Yeah, I agree with Gordon.

We'll make much better time

if we're all rested in the morning.

- All right, okay.

But we're out of here at first light.

(tense music)

- We found the pilot's body.

No sign of the others.

- Who are they?

- Locals.

They were digging through the wreckage.

- Let's go find out.

Hey, Senor...

Did you see anything?

- Ask him.

(shot cracks)

- Senor, over here.

Ask him again.

See, that's better, huh?

Banner, this way, let him know.

- Kick-ass mushrooms, Maria.

You know, I gotta tell ya,

I don't know many chicks

that can put up with a day like today.

A high-speed, mid-air ambush,

surviving a plane crash,

then taking the time to prep and season

a delicious meal like this.

If you were mine, I'd never let you go.

What?

- You know, we should have stayed by the wreckage.

They probably think we're dead.

- If we stayed at the wreckage,

we would be dead.

- Good night!

- Grissom's on our trail, I know it.

So, let's just get some sleep,

couple a days, find a village,

call Ricardo and let him know where we are.

(animal vocalizes) - Oh my God, what was that?

- Relax, the jungle makes a lot of sounds,

so get used to it.

(animal vocalizes)

- Tell me you didn't hear that!

- [Maria] Gordon, go to sleep.

(gentle music)

You know, finding El Dorado is all you ever cared about.

All you've talked about.

- That's ironic, isn't it?

El Dorado pushed us away,

and now it's brought us back together.

- (chuckles) Don't kid yourself.

We're not back together.

You haven't changed one bit.

You're still pursuing your goals

for yourself, just like before.

You were more into business with that crook, Lupe,

than you were into us.

I told you 100 times, "Stay away from her."

- I should have listened to you, okay?

We parted ways.

- You know, Jack, (chuckles) in your own convoluted way,

I think you just admitted I was right.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- Don't break your arm patting yourself on the back, okay?

(chuckles)

(animal vocalizes)

- Oh my God, what was that?

(melancholy music)

(tense music)

- Move!

Come on, faster!

- Wait a minute...

- What?

(tense music)

What?

- Move, move!

- [Gordon] Why are we running?

- [Jack] Just keep moving, go!

- [Gordon] We're going the wrong way.

(tense music)

- [Jack] Go, go!

Whoa!

- I see red people.

(shouts in foreign language)

- They can't be far, three, four hours.

- They found food.

- They're gonna need more.

More to get out of this place alive.

Let's move, move!

Come on! - Come on!

Come on!

(shouting in foreign language)

(tense music)

(shouts in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

- Did you see that?

- What?

- Look, the shaman's medallion.

See, it's a calendar.

(eerie music)

(shouts in foreign language)

- Do you understand what he's saying?

- No, it's not regular Quechua,

it's something ancient.

(eerie music)

- What's she doing?

- Consulting the gods.

Uh-oh.

- What uh-oh?

No uh-oh, uh-oh's bad, uh-oh is vague.

(speaks in foreign language)

- It's okay, it's okay.

- Hey!

(speaking in foreign language)

- What's going on?

- Not sure.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Jack...

Get, let go of me!

(speaks in foreign language)

(chanting in foreign language)

- What the hell is this kee-chay thing?

- Uh, think ultimate fighting.

Last man standing, you know, all that good stuff.

I knew they'd go nuts for that.

- It's when you face the greatest warrior

and fight to the death.

(shouts in foreign language)

(chanting in foreign language)

- You better kick his ass, Jack.

- Okay.

- No more tracks, Colonel.

They seem to disappear.

- Disappear, huh?

Right, either that, or somebody covered up their tracks.

Spread out.

They're around here somewhere.

(phone ringing)

General.

- Yes, have you found them?

- Not yet.

(chanting)

(yelling in foreign language)

(tense music)

(natives cheering)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(natives cheering)

(shouting)

(punches slapping)

- I've done it!

No!

(scout shouts in foreign language)

(shot echos)

(shots cracking) (villagers screaming)

(dramatic music)

- [Gordon] My stuff!

- Jack, are you okay?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Let's go!

Go, go, go!

- There they are!

- [Grissom] Stay with them!

(children wailing)

- [Man] Go, go!

- Boat! Boat!

- Keep going, keep going!

(dramatic music)

- We're dead.

- [Grissom] I'm comin' for you, Jack!

- Guys?

Do you hear that?

I think these rapids lead to the falls.

- Brilliant.

We have to jump.

Leave everything you don't need on the canoe.

We'll let the canoe go over,

he thinks we didn't make it.

- [Maria] Jack, where are you!

- [Jack] Maria, over here!

- [Gordon] Jesus!

- Stay with me!

(coughing)

(chuckles) Hey, I thought I lost you.

Come here, come here.

- Hey!

That was a hell of a shower!

- Hopefully they find some of our stuff,

and look for tracks.

That'll keep them busy for a while.

- Where to?

- Downhill.

There's gotta be a village somewhere.

(mysterious music)

(water rushing)

- I want that bag.

(shouting in foreign language)

I don't buy it. - Sir!

They found tracks at the top.

They must have jumped out before going over.

- Of course they did.

General, Grissom.

We're gonna need more time,

he's still ahead of us.

But not for long.

We're gonna head further down river, further south.

- I'll meet you with my men in Arraton.

- Roger that.

Out.

You know, this whole thing

should have just been like a normal job.

We get in, we get it done, we get out.

But this guy Wilder,

I wanna find him.

I wanna put him down for good.

All right, let's go!

Come on!

(villagers chattering)

- Civilization!

Finally!

- Okay, so my supper was in my back pack.

What's your plan?

- Get to the temple before Grissom,

nothin's changed.

- How do we know he's not gonna be there?

- He doesn't know where to look.

- So basically, they're following us

and we're leading them right to it?

Why don't we just go back to the nearest city

and just contact Ricardo?

- Two reasons.

First, our lives are in danger

no matter where we go.

Contacting Ricardo is just gonna make it

easier for Grissom to find us.

And second, I want my hands on that calendar first.

Just in case Grissom's able to figure out

where it might be.

- Great, so we're stuck between a rock and a hard place.

- Yep.

Let's get a ride.

- And some food?

Can we get food?

And a beer!

- Horses, perfect.

Senor!

We need to pay him.

- Excuse me?

- Relax, Jack, I got this one, big guy.

You got change for a hundred?

- No.

(adventurous music)

(tense music)

- [Grissom] General.

- Did you enjoy our jungle, Colonel?

- Oh yeah, it could have been easier.

- I know where they're headed.

- Really? Where?

- Temple of the Sun.

Finally developed a source in the ministry.

- There is no city of...

- A city?

A city of what?

What were you gonna say, Professor?

A city of gold?

Is this what this is about?

Thought you said you were only looking for an artifact.

- Okay look, you wanna know every detail

of every business dealing I have?

- No, but there's a big difference

between an artifact and a city full of gold!

- Uh-huh.

- We don't even know if there is any gold.

- I think this calls for a renegotiation, Colonel.

Fifty-fifty.

- Fifty-fifty? - Yes, I think that's fair.

Half of whatever comes out of that city is mine.

Or would you rather I go do business with Jack Wilder?

- You and Jack?

- Yes, and if you try to interfere,

we'll hunt you down.

(rifles clicking)

- Are we done?

- (chuckles) Yes, we are.

You and I, we're military men, Colonel.

- Yes, we are.

- You know that your hand has been played

and your cards have been revealed.

So what do you say?

Fifty-fifty?

Partners.

- Okay, look, you get your 50% and your gold,

but this guy, Jack Wilder,

he's pissed me off.

- I'll help you find him.

- [Grissom] You've got a deal, General.

(dramatic music)

- We made it.

(triumphant music)

(tense music)

Okay, Gordo, you're up!

Been around that baby for two days now,

it's showtime.

(keys clattering)

How long is it gonna take to scan, anyway?

- Five, ten minutes max.

- Make it five, we're on borrowed time.

(tense music)

- Can I help you?

- Are you getting anything at all?

- Ah, about 20 feet in, give or take.

Come on Ixtab, talk dirty to me, baby!

You guys ready to party?

- Yeah, just do it.

(sonic whining and booming)

- Wow!

- [Gordon] It's really sweet!

- It looks like there's four levels underground.

Now, can you upload all of this?

- Yep!

Looks like the entrance is about here.

- Okay, well, let's just take a look-see, huh?

(mysterious music)

Supposed to be here, but uh...

Guys...

Come here.

Here, Gordo...

I think, this is some kind of lock.

Grab a rock here, and help me out with this.

Around right there, start carving.

- How do you know it's a lock, not a trap?

- I don't.

- Awesome.

- [Jack Voiceover] The Inca worshiped three creatures:

The Serpent was the guardian of the Underworld.

The Puma stands for man on Earth,

and the Condor represents the Afterlife.

- This looks like a condor.

- [Jack] Well, that's not it.

Snake, condor, puma.

(rumbling)

Feels good, doesn't it?

Let's go.

(yelling in foreign language)

(tense music)

- Have your men secure the perimeter,

we'll handle the extraction.

- Just as long as we're clear.

It's a historical site, Colonel,

so no more destruction.

- Uh-huh.

Take care of your business,

I'll take care of mine.

(tracker beeping)

- Looks like we're close.

- Okay, we set the C4,

and we seal this place forever.

(speaks in foreign language)

- Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, this is sacrilege.

There's no need to destroy every piece of...

At least allow me to do some documentation, please!

- Stay away from me.

- Colonel!

- Stay there.

- It's too important!

- [Gordon] Is that...

- [Maria] Gold!

- [Gordon] Holy!

- Holy is right.

(man shouts)

Oh God.

Bring the sign, let's move.

- Doesn't anything slow these guys down?

- Okay, one right here.

- [Jack] Once, once, if we could find an unlocked door!

- Jack, we're sitting ducks here.

- [Grissom] Keep it down.

(device beeping)

- [Jack] Wait a minute.

(rumbling) (triumphant music)

- [Gordon] Dude, you're like McGyver without the mullet!

(rumbling)

(mysterious music)

(flame whooshes)

(emotional music)

- Jackpot, Dude!

You just hit the mother lode!

- Don't touch anything. - Okay.

- These are offerings.

- Yeah, that's right, this place is sacred.

The gods frown on people touching their things, okay?

- [Maria] Hey, check this out.

- [Jack] So that's what they were afraid of.

It wasn't a Spanish invasion, it's something worse.

I think they thought the world was gonna be destroyed.

- So where would they put El Dorado?

- El Dorado, is that what we've been looking for?

- Guys... (chuckles)

- I thought you said not to touch anything?

- I can touch things, not you.

(rock grinds)

- [Jack] I'm gettin' there.

All right.

I think I got something here.

Now, the Inca didn't have a formal alphabet,

but this, these symbols, definitely say something.

Uh, "to enter the City of Gold,

"one must have 200 keys."

- 200 keys?

(mysterious music)

(explosion booms)

(shouting in foreign language)

(coughing)

- Hey.

- Oh, hey!

You know, you blow this place up

like you did the last place,

you're never gonna find any gold.

- (chuckles) You think we've been tracking you for the gold?

But then, maybe there's some more reward in this for you?

Some kind of glory?

But I don't want the gold.

But I don't want anyone having the gold.

- Who would want that?

- Seriously, dick move.

Who wants to make gold harder to find?

- What kind of dumbass would say something like that,

with all these guns pointed at his head?

- Midas, a man sitting on a mountain of it.

You open El Dorado, it floods the markets.

- People have been trying

to find this gold for centuries, Jack.

People have been trying to hide it, too.

What do you think?

What do you think all this is gonna be worth?

What do you think it's going to be worth,

when you find a whole city of it?

- Who in the hell are you working for?

- Someone who doesn't want to lose.

(ghostly growling)

(yelling in foreign language) (shots cracking)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(ghostly growling)

(tense music)

- [Grissom] Blow it!

Blow it, blow this right now!

- [Gordon] I don't wanna die!

I don't wanna die!

I don't wanna die!

- Run, run, go!

(beeping)

(detonations booming)

- Are you okay?

Are you sure?

Any bleeding?

You're alive, I'm alive!

I told you.

I told you we're gonna be okay, right?

(romantic music)

- Oh, for the love of God, man!

I'm standing right here!

(chuckles)

It's a miracle, you guys!

Oh my God, that was insane!

Can we get outta here, please?

- All right, let's get outta here.

(triumphant music)

(tense mysterious music)

(beeping)

- [Wall Street Executive] Are you done?

- No, they're on the move but we'll track them.

- [Wall Street Executive] You came

highly recommended to us, Colonel,

and you can't stop this one man?

- Look, every link he discovered to El Dorado,

I have destroyed.

That's why I'm here.

Look, you want your interests protected out here,

I'm gonna need more manpower and global surveillance,

and now.

You made the right choice hiring me.

Make the right choice now.

I'll get it done.

- [Wall Street Executive] You heard him.

Give him everything he needs.

Just finish it.

(melancholy music)