Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Hey! Hey, guys!
Faster!
Hey, what you got under there?
- Hey, you want to race? - Oh, please.
- Come on! - Come on, let's go!
Come on!
- Please? - Come on! Let's go! Come on!
Come on. Let's go.
Go faster! Faster!
Sorry, gentlemen.
This whole area is closed for weapons testing for the next 24 hours.
That includes all on-base personnel.
Good afternoon, sir.
I'm afraid that goes for you, too, Colonel, sir.
The Pentagon sent out revised...
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.
Bet you 500 bucks we can get out of this.
Let's call it 100.
You recognize building, yes?
Drop dead.
I'm sorry.
I meant drop dead, comrade.
- Where was he found? - In Mexico.
They were digging in the dirt, looking for this 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 wubble-u's,
I should think maybe Eastern Ukraine.
Highest marks.
Colonel Dr. Irina Spalko.
Three times I have received Order of Lenin.
Also medal as 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.
Now, what I need to know now is in here.
- You are a hard man to read, Dr. Jones. - Ouch.
So, we will do this, what is expression, old-fashioned way.
You will tell us. You will help us find what we seek.
This warehouse is where you and your government
have hidden all of your secrets, yes?
This is a military warehouse. I've never been here before in my life.
Object we seek, rectangular storage container,
dimensions 2 meters by 0.5 meter by 66 centimeters.
Contents 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 10 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,
the metal in this gunpowder should point the way.
Shells. Give me some shotgun shells.
Pliers.
Drop the guns, or Colonel Dr. Spalko is dead.
Why, Mac?
Well, what can I say, Jonesey?
I'm a capitalist, and they pay.
After all those years we spent spying on the Reds?
I thought we were friends, Mac.
I've had a run of bad luck with the cards lately, mate.
Awful. Bloody awful.
I can't go home empty-handed again.
No defiant last words, Dr. Jones?
I like lke.
Put down gun.
You got it, pal.
Damn, I thought that was closer.
Come on. Come on.
He's not to get out of here alive! Block the exits!
Don't get clever, Boris. You don't know him.
Know him. Know him.
You don't know him! You don't know him!
You don't know him! You don't know...
You did well.
Hello? Hello?
Hello!
Hey. I knocked. You guys got a...
Wait a minute.
Come on, gang!
Oh, that can't be good.
All personnel, it is now one minute to zero time.
Put on goggles or turn away.
Do not remove goggles or face burst until 10 seconds after first light.
That can't be good at all.
Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, wait! Wait!
Sure! Great! Don't wait for me!
Minus 15 seconds.
Minus 10 seconds.
Niner, eight, seven, six,
fiver, four,
three, two, one, zero.
I had no reason to believe that Mac was a spy.
He was Ml6 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 don't 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.
You mean that Air Force fiasco in '47.
I was tossed into a bus with blacked-out windows
and 20 people I wasn't allowed 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 intensely 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 deathtraps!
Good to see you, too, Bob.
Relax, boys. I can vouch for Dr. Jones.
What the hell is going on?
KGB on American soil? Who is that woman?
Describe her.
Tall, thin, mid-30s,
carried a sword of some kind, a rapier, I think.
Yeah, that's her.
You sure she's here?
Here and gone. Who is she?
Irina Spalko, she was Stalin's 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! - Back off, 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 your activities suspicious, including those during the war.
Are you nuts?
Do you have any idea how many medals this son of a bitch won?
A 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 interest.
Grooved Ware in the beginning of modern drainage practices,
which we also see in Skara Brae on the west coast of Scotland.
Skara Brae dates from 3100 B.C.
and was continuously occupied for 600 years
until it was apparently abandoned in 2500 B.C.
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 Michaelson. Review Chapter 4.
When I come back we'll discuss
the difference between migration and exodus.
What?
You 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 have no right.
They had every right! They weren't vandals.
They were federal agents with search warrants!
The university isn't gonna 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 a period...
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 resigned.
Where will you go?
Train to New York, overnight to London, for starts.
I might end up teaching in Leipzig. Heinrich owes me a favor.
I'll wire you when I get settled.
You can send on 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've doubted you, my friend.
No, you have reason to question your friends these days.
Brutal couple of years, huh, Charlie?
First Dad, then Marcus.
We seem to have reached the age where life stops giving us things
and starts taking them away.
Just another half glass.
Hey!
Hey, old man!
Professor, hello! Hey! Are you Dr. Jones?
You're running out of platform, kid.
Are you a friend of Dr. Oxley's?
- Harold Oxley? The archeologist? - Yeah.
What about him?
They're going to kill him.
I haven't talked to Harold Oxley in 20 years.
He's a brilliant guy.
He could put you to sleep just by talking.
Yeah. Yeah. When I was a kid, that's how I did get to sleep.
Oxley's voice was better than a glass of warm milk, you know.
The name's Mutt, Mutt Williams.
- Mutt? What kind of name is that? - Yeah.
It's the one I picked. You got a problem with it?
Take it easy. What was your relationship to Oxley?
My dad died in the war. Ox kind of helped my mom raise me.
You were saying 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, a crystal skull.
Like the one that guy Mitchell-Hodgkiss? Hedgkiss?
- The one he found. - Nice jacket.
The Ox and I were obsessed with the Mitchell-Hedges skull in college.
How do you know about it?
Are you kidding? It's all he talked about.
He'd talk about that thing till the cows come home.
What's it? It's 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, well, laugh if you want. Oxley said he found it this time.
He said this was real and he was off to a place called Akator with it.
- Akator? He said that? You're sure? - Yeah.
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 Ugha 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 Orellana 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 Ox want to take the skull 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.
No.
From his letter, my mom thought the Ox was off his rocker.
You know, smog in the noggin,
so she goes down there to find him, only he'd already been kidnapped.
Now they've got her, too.
Now, Ox said he hid that skull someplace,
and if my mom doesn't come up with it, they're gonna kill them both.
Now, she said you'd help me.
Me? What's your mom's name again?
Mary. Mary Williams. You remember her?
There were a lot of Marys, kid.
Shut up! That's my mother you're talking about!
All right? That'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.
She said if anybody could find the skull, it's you.
Like you're some type of... Like a grave robber or something.
I'm a tenured professor of archeology.
Oh, you're a teacher. Well, that's gonna be a big help.
Anyway, she called me two weeks ago from South America.
Said she'd escaped, but they were after her.
She said she'd just gotten a letter from the Ox
and mailed it to me so I could give it to you.
Then the line went dead. I opened it.
I mean, the thing's pointless, though. It's just gibberish.
It's not even English lettering.
See?
See those two bricks over there, at the counter?
I don't think they're here for the milkshakes.
Who are they?
Don't know. Maybe FBI.
Come quietly, Dr. Jones.
Make that KGB.
- And bring letter with you. - Letter? What letter?
Letter Mr. Williams just give you.
Me? Do I look like a mailman?
We don't ask again. Come now or we'll...
Or what?
Nice try, kid, but I think you just brought a knife
to a gunfight.
Outside now.
- Hit this guy. - Who?
Joe College. Hit him hard.
- Here, hold this. - What?
That's my boyfriend!
Take it outside!
Get that greaser!
Your mom didn't escape.
They let her go, so she could mail the letter
and you could bring it to me and I could translate it!
Get on, gramps!
Go, go, go, go, go!
Better dead than Red! Better dead than Red!
This is crazy! Somebody's going to get hurt!
Left! Go left! Left!
Move, move! Move!
Split, split! Split, split!
- You're going too fast. - That's a matter of opinion!
- Excuse me, Dr. Jones. - Yes?
I just had a question on Hargrove's normative culture model.
Forget Hargrove.
Read Vere Gordon Childe on diffusionism.
He spent most of his life in the field.
If you want to be a good archeologist,
you got to get out of the library!
Who is that?
Francisco de Orellana, the conquistador.
Remember, the guy who got lost looking for the skull.
And just as I thought.
Koihoma.
What's that?
It's an extinct Latin American language. Pre-Columbian syllabic base.
See. Diagonal stresses on the ideograms. Definitely Koihoma.
- You speak it? - Nobody speaks it.
It hasn't been heard aloud in 3,000 years.
I 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.
Thanks 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 Orellana's cradle
"guarded by the living dead."
- He's talking about the Nazca Lines. - What are those?
Hold on here.
Geoglyphs. Giant ancient drawings carved into 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.
Ox wandered into town a couple of months ago, raving like a madman.
Police locked him up in the sanitarium. 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 it.
Bullshit!
- You asked. - Pancho Villa?
- Technically, I was kidnapped. - By Pancho Villa?
It was the fight against Victoriano Huerta.
- How old were you? - About your age.
Your parents must've had a cow, huh?
It worked out. Things were a little tense at home.
Yeah, me and my mom aren't on the best of terms, either.
Treat her right, kid. You only get one and sometimes not for that long.
It's not my fault. It's hers.
She just got P.O.'ed 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 that teach you how to debate
and chess and fencing.
I'm great with the blade. I just think it's a waste of time.
- You never finished. - No.
Just a bunch of useless skills. Wrong books.
'Cause I love reading. Me and Ox used to read all the time.
But now I can pick them myself. You get me?
- What do you do for money? - Fix motorcycles.
Gonna do that for the rest of your life?
Maybe I will, Teach. You got a problem with that?
No. Not if that's what you love doing.
Don't let anybody tell you different.
This is it. Sister.
She says Ox isn't here. She doesn't know where he is.
Some men came and took him away, men with guns.
She says he was obsessed, deranged.
Drew pictures all over the walls of his cell.
This riddle in Oxley's letter doesn't make any sense.
"Follow the lines that only the gods can read that lead to Orellana's cradle."
Cradle, cradle, birth.
Orellana wasn't born in Peru. He was born in Spain.
He was a conquistador. He came here for the gold.
What happened to him?
He disappeared along with six others. Their bodies were never found.
He must have lost his mind.
Ox, man, what happened? What happened?
This is not the Mitchell-Hedges skull.
Look at the elongated cranium.
And the same word
in different languages, over and over again.
Return.
Return where?
Or return what?
You mean the skull?
Seems to have been on his mind.
Where was he supposed to return it to?
- Sweep. - Yeah.
Ox didn't mean Orellana's birthplace.
Cradle has another meaning in Mayan.
Literally, it means "resting place," as in final resting place.
Ox meant Orellana's grave.
This drawing scratched into the floor is the cemetery where he's buried.
You said Orellana vanished and nobody ever found his grave.
Well, it looks like Harold Oxley 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!
Oh, you're jumping at shadows.
This way down.
- This way up. - Yeah.
Those darts are poison!
Stay there.
You're a teacher?
Part-time.
Dead end.
Maybe.
What are you doing? Put that thing away.
Give me some light over here.
Bring it over here.
It's just a thing.
Dance on your own dime, will you?
One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die?
- How big? - Huge!
- Good. - Good?
When it comes to scorpions, the bigger the better.
A small one bites you, don't keep it to yourself.
Their 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 skull 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 fast.
Professor, this really is a dead end. Look.
Hey!
Come on, genius. 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.
Orellana and his men might've made it out of the jungle after all.
Give me some light.
You don't have a knife, do you?
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.
Thanks.
I don't want to keep borrowing yours all the time.
- That's fine. - I was going to put it back.
Is this one open already?
It's him.
It's Orellana himself.
They called him The Gilded Man. His lust for gold was legendary.
It's odd.
Somebody's been here and gone.
But they left all this gold and all the artifacts.
What were they looking for?
- Hold this. - No. No.
Unbelievable.
No tool marks.
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.
What is this thing?
Maybe the Nazca Indians thought this was their god.
- You think this is the one from... - From Akator.
Maybe the Spaniards found this skull along with all this other loot.
They were 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 them up and bury them.
A couple of hundred years later, Oxley shows up here, finds the skull.
Takes it away, maybe to Akator.
But then he returns it here.
Return.
Return, like he wrote on the walls of his cell.
He put it back where he found it. Why?
- Hello, Jonesey. - Hello, Mac.
You're lucky I turned up, Jonesey.
Dovchenko there 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
the first time we met.
I had the situation under control.
- You owe me. - What do you owe them?
After the war, when you turned,
how many names did you give the Reds?