You're not looking at the big picture here.
How many good men died because of you?
Eventually, they're gonna let me out of this chair, comrade,
and when they do, 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?
No. Not only money.
A gigantic pile of money.
Don't worry about what the Russians will pay.
It's nothing compared to what's at Akator.
An entire city of gold. It's what the conquistadors were after.
For God's sake, Jonesey, 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 trot off, or should we sing a song?
How fortunate our failure to kill you, Dr. Jones.
You survive to be of service to us once again.
Well, you know me, always glad to help.
"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
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 you 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 Soviet Union.
Saucer men 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 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...
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 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. It's the bloody skull.
He is 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,
opening a psychic channel.
Oxley 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 truth behind those eyes.
There may be hundreds of skulls at Akator.
Whoever finds them will control the greatest natural force
the world has ever known.
Power over the mind of man.
Be careful, you might get exactly what you wish for.
I usually do.
Imagine.
To peer across the world and know the enemy's secrets.
To place our thoughts into the minds of your leaders.
Make your teachers teach the true version of history,
your soldiers attack on our command.
We'll be everywhere at once, more powerful than a whisper,
invading your dreams,
thinking your 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.
If he dies, we can't get there.
Cover it.
Henry.
You all right, Jonesey?
- You broke my nose! - I told you.
Enough! You will speak to Oxley and lead us to Akator, yes?
Take him outside.
- You all right, kid? - They left my bike at the cemetery.
- Yeah, but you're all right? - They left my bike.
Whoa! Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.
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 Russki son of a bitch!
Indiana Jones.
About time you showed up.
- Mom! - Sweetheart.
"Mom"?
What are you doing here?
Forget about me. Are you all right?
- "Mom"? - Young man, I specifically told you
- not to come here. - Marion is your mother?
You never wrote that. You never said that in any phone calls.
Marion Ravenwood is your mother?
For God's sake, Indy, it's not that hard.
No, I mean, I just never thought...
I would have a life after you 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 their just hands on that Golden Key
- "that ope's the Palace of Eternity." - Palace of...
It's from Milton. He's said it before. Why?
Ox, you got to tell us how to get to Akator
or they're gonna kill Marion.
"Through eyes that last I saw in tears, here in death's dream kingdom..."
Harold, they're gonna kill Abner's little girl.
You got to tell us how to get there. We need...
Get me paper. Something to write with.
Autowriting! I should have seen this.
- Henry Jones, Jr. - Right. That's right, Ox.
Three times it drops. The way down.
- Three times... - Pictographs.
Ideograms.
Good, Ox. Good.
Ox?
It's me, Ox.
It's Mutt, Ox. Hey, look at me. 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 is the Amazon, of course,
but "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! Come on!
- Kid, what the hell are we doing, kid? - They were going to kill us!
- Well, maybe. - Somebody had to do something!
- Something else would have been good. - At least I got a plan.
This is intolerable. Harold, for God's sake, keep up.
Mom?
- Stay back! - Stop! Stop! Stop! Don't move.
Moving makes space, space will make you sink.
No, I think I can get out if I can just...
Stop it! You're pulling against a 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 pit. - I'm sinking, but I'm calm.
Quicksand is a mix of sand, mud and water.
And depending on the viscosity, it's not as dangerous
- as people sometimes think. - For Pete's sake, Jones,
we're not in school!
Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about unless there's a...
A void collapse.
I'll go get something to pull you out.
Ox, don't just sit there.
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, Marion.
You should get off his back about school.
- Mutt, I mean... - Not everybody's cut out for it.
His name is Henry!
Henry. Good name.
He's your son.
My son?
Henry Jones the Third.
Why the hell didn't you make him finish school?
- Mom, grab on! Grab it! - Yeah.
I got it.
Come on, Mom! Pull, pull, pull, pull!
Pull!
Grab on.
- Grab it. - Just grab it, Indy.
It's a rat snake!
- Rat snakes aren't that big. - Well, this one is, all right?
It's not even poisonous. Now grab on!
- Go get something else. - Like what?
Like a rope or something.
There's no Sears and Roebuck here! Grab the snake!
- Maybe I can touch the bottom. - There's no bottom. Now grab it.
No, 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?
- Say "rope." - What?
Say "grab the rope."
- Grab the rope! - Grab the rope!
Hold tight. It's slimy.
Pull!
Get rid of that thing, will you, Son?
Afraid of snakes.
You are one crazy old man.
Why do you have to do everything the hard way, Jonesey?
Good work, Ox. Thanks.
Help.
No. No, he was British. My dad was an RAF pilot.
He was a war hero, not some schoolteacher!
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...
You married him? I introduced you!
I think you gave up your vote on who I married
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!
For 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 kid see mom and dad fight.
- You're not my dad, okay? - You bet I am.
And I got news for you.
You're gonna go back and finish school.
Really? What happened to,
"There's not a damn thing wrong with it, kid,
"and don't let anybody else tell you any different"?
You don't remember saying that?
That was before I was your father!
- You're not my father! - Oh, yes, he is your father.
You should have told me about the kid, Marion.
I had a right to know.
You vanished after that.
- I wrote. - A year later!
By then, Mutt was born and I was married!
Why are you bothering to tell me now?
Because I thought we were gonna die!
Not yet!
Got it?
Oh, shit.
I'm sure I wasn't the only one to go on with my life.
There must've been plenty of women for you over the years.
Yeah. There were a few, but they all had the same problem.
Yeah? What's that?
They weren't you, honey.
We got to get Oxley back, get our hands on that skull
and get to Akator before they do. Grab the wheel.
What's he gonna do now?
- I don't think he plans that far ahead. - Yeah.
- Scooch over, will you, Son? - Don't call me "son." Don't.
I think I'd cover my ears if I were you.
Duck! Duck!
Move, move!
Pull up next to that duck.
Henry Jones, Jr.
Jones!
Come on! Come on!
Get down!
Ox has got the skull. Marion, take the wheel.
That's not fair. She drove the truck.
Don't be a child. Find something to fight with.
Jonesey!
- Jonesey! - Hi, Mac.
- Indy. Indy! Indy! - Shut up! Shut up!
- You stupid son of a bitch! I'm CIA. - CIA.
I almost screamed it at you in the tent. I said, "Just like Berlin."
What were we in Berlin, mate?
- Double agents! - The skull!
Throw me the skull!
Riposte.
Get on your front foot. Riposte.
It's not a match, Mom.
You fight like a young man, eager to begin, quick to finish.
Mutt, disengage!
Hey! Hey, I got the skull!
- Throw the bag! Throw it! - Throw the bag!
- Gun! - Gun!
What are you looking at, Daddy-o? She's getting away!
This is very dangerous.
Do svidanya, Dr. Jones.
Jones!
Whoa.
Whoa!
Turn!
- Siafu. - What?
Big damn ants! Go!
Run to the river!
Get to the river!
Jump in! Come on! Come on!
Mom, there's a cliff!
- Jonesey, come on! - Get in, Jones!
- Mom, stop. - Mom, slow down.
- Honey, stop. - Slow down, Mom.
- You're gonna go off the cliff. - That's the idea.
- Bad idea. Give me the wheel. - Trust me!
Slow down!
- Don't ever do that again. - Yes, dear.
Three times it drops.
Reverse. Put it in reverse! Full reverse!
- I'm trying! I'm trying! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mom!
The way down.
He means by land. He came by land.
- Three times it drops? - Three times it drops.
What is he talking about?
He means one!
Two!
Three.
You okay? Babe? Let go.
"Through eyes that last I saw in tears."
"The golden vision reappears!"
Gold. I'm in.
Through eyes... Through eyes in tears. We got to go through that waterfall!
The skull has to be returned. I'll do it. Nobody else has to come.
Who cares?
It's brought us nothing but trouble.
Look what it did to him.
- I have to return it. - Why you?
Because it told me to.
- Ochre, iron oxide, charcoal. - Oxy, stay with us.
How old is this?
Four or five thousand years. Old as the pyramids.
Look, sun worshippers, like the Egyptians.
This is fresh. These were just used.
More worshippers.
Yeah, but that's not the sun they're worshipping.
Someone came
and taught the Ugha farming.
Irrigation.
Ox, what is it?
I think I understand, Ox.
Someone came?
Are they the same?
There were more. Look.
Thirteen in a circle.
Show us the way, Ox.
- Let's go. Go, go, go! Run! Run, go! - Go!
Indy!
Jonesey!
Oxley!
You were here before. How did you get past them?
Come on, Mac. Come on! Come on, Mac.
Come on, come on, come on.
"To lay their just hands on that Golden Key
- "that ope's the Palace of Eternity." - Come on, Ox.
You did good, Ox. You did good.
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 their just hands on that Golden Key
"that ope's the Palace of Eternity."
Key that ope's the palace.
The obelisk. The obelisk is the key?
What are you looking for, Ox?
What are you doing?
You figured this out in your cell, didn't you, Professor?
Excuse me, Professor.
Well done.
Go get your own.
Listen.
Hear that?
Get up! Move! Ox, move!
Faster! Faster!
Faster!
This is not good. Move, Ox! Move!
Quick! Quick! Quick!
I don't like this! I don't like it!
- Mom, come on! - Jonesey!
He dropped it. He dropped the skull!
Okay?
Hold this.
Ox, you okay?
Lovely.
All right, let's go.
This way?
Now that's more like it.
There are artifacts from every era of early history.
Macedonian.
- Sumerian. - This place is the mother lode.
Etruscan. Babylonian.
There isn't a museum in the world that wouldn't sell its soul for this lot.
Early Egyptian.
Dozens of museums. Hundreds of them, Jonesey!
Collectors.
They were archeologists.
How do we open it?
I'll give it back, Ox. I promise.
No more forever waiting.
Soon now.
Sorry, Jonesey.
So what are you, a triple agent?
Nah, I just lied about being a double.
Look at them!
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. - What does he say?
He says he's grateful and he wants...
It.
It wants to give us a gift.
A big gift.
Tell me everything you know.
I want to know everything. I want to know.
I've got a bad feeling about this.
Indy?
The eyes.
What are they? Spacemen?
Interdimensional beings, in point of fact.
Welcome back, Ox.
What the hell is that?
A portal! A pathway to another dimension!
I don't think we want to go that way.
I want to know.
Tell me. I'm ready. I want to know.
Mac! Mac! Come on!
Mac!
Mac, damn it, now!
I can see.
I can see!
Grab it!
Use your legs, Mac. I can't do it alone.
Jonesey!
I'm going to be all right.
No more!
Cover it. Cover it.
Go!
Enough!
Go! Go!
Like a broom to their 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 Ugha word for gold translates as "treasure."
But their treasure wasn't gold. It was knowledge.
Knowledge was their treasure.
What? We're just going to sit here?
Night falls quick in the jungle, kid.
You don't want to climb down the mountain in the dark.
No?
I can. Who's coming with me? Come on.
Why don't you stick around, Junior?
I don't know. Why didn't you, Dad?
Dad!
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 these vows
the joining of your hands and the giving of these rings,
I now declare you to be husband and wife.
Whom God hath put together, let no one tear asunder.
"How much of human life is lost in waiting!"
Congratulations.
You may kiss your bride.
Well done, Henry!
- Thanks, Ox. - Thanks, Ox.