Hey, what'd you got under there? You ready for a race?
Come on.
- Please. - Come on, let's go!
Come on, faster... faster.
Sorry, gentlemen, this whole area is closed for weapons-test 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 send out reply's...
(Shouting Orders in Russian)
Russians.
- This ain't gonna be easy. - Not as easy as it used to be.
Well, we've been in for worse.
- Yeah... when? - Flensburg, there was twice as many.
- We were younger. - Us? I am young.
We had guns.
Put your hands down, will you, you're embarrassing us.
I bet you 400 bucks, we'll get out of this.
Oh... let's go at a 100.
You can go in that 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 that you would imagine, I am from?
Dr. Jones...
Well, the way you sink in your teeth in does wobblys, I should think maybe...
- eastern Ukraine. - Hi, you're smart.
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 any one else.
And what I do not know, I find out.
And 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'll help us find what we seek.
- The door is all set. - Open it.
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, dimension...
2 meters by one 1/2 meter by 66 centimeters.
Contents of box! Mummified remains.
This is not what you know, do 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 to find it.
Compass... I need a compass.
I know... North, South, East.
West.
No compass?
I need your bullets!
He wants to have my bullets.
The contents of that box, are highly magnetised.
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.
It's working.
Shelfes... Give me some shot-gun shelfes.
Pliers.
- He found it. - (Shouting in Russian)
Let's get the box, carefully... Let's go... let's go...
Load it in the jeep.
- What is it? - Step aside.
Oh my lord... I want to know...
Drop the guns, or Colonel Dr. Spalko is death.
Why, Mac?
Well, what can I say, Jonesy?
I'm a capitalist.
And they pay.
After all those years, we spent spying on the reds...
I thought we were friends, Mac.
There is no will lucky cards maybe, mate.
All four... I need all four.
I can't go home, empty-handed again.
Any defined last words, Dr. Jones?
I like Ike.
Put down gun.
You got it, pal.
Damn... I thought that was closer.
Come on... come on.
Don't get clever, Boris. You don't know...
know him... know him! You don't know him! You don't know him!
Ahh...
You did well.
Hello?
Hey, I gotta use your telefo...
Wait a minute.
No, that can't be good.
"The count-down is now 1 minute to zero time"!
"Put on goggles, or turn away".
"Do not remove goggles, or your facial protection"...
"Until 10 seconds after the first strike".
No, that can't be good at all.
Hey, wait.
Wai... wai... wai... wai... wait!
Yeah, that's just great, don't wait for me.
"Minus 15 seconds".
"Minus 10 seconds".
8... 7... 6... 5...
4... 3... 2... 1...
Zero...
I had no reason to believe the Mac was a spy.
He was MI 6, 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 KBG 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.
Oh, 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, to 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 a full picture.
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 dead-traps. - It's good to see you too, Don.
Relax, boys. I can vouch for Dr. Jones.
What the hell is going on, huh?
KGB on American soil.
Who is that woman?
Describe her.
Tall, thin, mid 30's, carrying a sword of some kind.
A rapier, I think.
Yeah, that's her.
You sure she's here?
Here and gone.
Who is she?
Her name is Irina Spalko, she's Stalins' 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 is a commie and certainly not Indy.
What exactly I might be 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?
You have any idea, how many medals, this son of a bitch won?
Great many, I'm sure.
But does he deserve them?
Dr. Jones, let's just say for now, you are of interest to the bureau.
Of great interest.
Where you can also see Scalbrade, on the west-coast of Scotland.
Scalbrade is from 3100 BC...
and was continuously occupied for 600 years, until it was...
apparently abandond in 2500 BC.
There's no clear evidence, is to why...
it's occupends desited to abandon a perfectly healthy environment...
Yes?
May I have a moment, Professor?
Yes.
Huh... open up Michaelson, and read 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 stopped them?
- They have no right. - They had every right.
They weren't vandals.
They were Federal-agents with search warrants.
The university isn't getting itself embroiled in that kind of controversy.
Not in these charged times.
So, you're firing me?
A leave of absence, is all.
A definite leave of absence.
You are firing me.
During which they agreed to continue to pay your full salary, until...
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 me the rest of my things.
I suppose there's nothing to keep you here?
I barely recognize this country any more.
The government got us seeing Communists in our soup.
When hysteria reaches academics, then it's time to call in that 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 have doubted you, my friend.
Well, you have reason to question your friends these days.
A brutal couple'a years, huh... Charlie?
First dad, then Marcus.
It seems we've reached the age where lives stops giving us things...
and starts taking them away.
Just another half glass.
Hey!
Hey, old man!
Professor... hello?
- Hey! You Dr. Jones? - You're running out of platform, kid?
- Are you a friend of Dr. Oxley? - Harold Oxley, the Archaeologist?
- Yeah. - What about him?
They're gonna kill'm.
I haven't talked to Harold Oxley in 20 years.
- He's a brilliant guy. - Uh'hm.
He puts you to sleep, just by talking.
Yeah, when I was a kid, that's how I went to sleep.
Oxleys' voice was better, than a glass of warm milk.
My name is Mutt... Mutt Williams.
- Mutt? - Yeah.
What kind of name is that?
This is what I have chosen, is this a problem here?
Take it easy.
What was your relationship with Oxley?
My dad died in the war.
Ox kind'a helped my mom, raise me.
You're saying, somebody's gonna kill him?
Six months ago, my mom gets a letter from the Ox.
He's down in Peru.
He found some kind of skull.
A crystal skull.
The one that this guy Mitchell Hodgkins? Hedgkins? The one he found.
Ox and I were obsessed with the Mitchell Hedges skull in college.
How do you know about it?
Are you kidding?
That's all he talked about, he talked about that thing, till the cows came home.
What is it, some kind of idle?
A carving Meso-American.
There're a number of crystal skulls in the world, I saw one in a British Museum.
Interesting crafts-man-ship, but... that's about it.
Well, go laugh if you want... Ox said, he found it this time.
He said this one's real and he's off to a place called Akator with it.
Akator?
- He said that? - Yeah.
- You sure? - That's what he said...
he said Akator, what is it?
It is a mythical, lost city, in the Amazon.
Conquistedores' called it "El Dorado".
Supposedly the Puga-tribe were chosen by their god 7000 years ago...
to build a giant city, out of solid gold.
With aqueducts, paved roads, technology that wouldn't be seen again, for 5000 years.
Francisco de Arellano disappeared in 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 wanna take the skull there?
Well, legend says, that a crystal skull was stolen from Akator in the 15 or 16 century.
And that whoever returns the skull to the city temple...
we'll be given control over it's power.
Power? Right, so, there is some kind of power?
What's the power?
I don't know, kid. It's just a story.
With those letters my mom thought, the Ox was off his rocker, he has smog in the noggin...
So she goes down there to find him...
but he's already been kidnapped.
Now they got her too.
Now Ox said, he hid that skull some place...
now if my mom don't come up with it, they would kill'm both.
Now she said, you'd help me.
- Me? What's your moms' name again? - Mary.
- Mary Williams, remember her? - I met a lot'a Mary's, kid.
Shut up, that's my mother you're talking about!
Alright? It's my mother.
You don't have to get sore all the time, just to proof how tough you are.
Sit down, please sit down.
It's gonna be fun, to find the skull with you.
I think you're some type... like a... grave-robber or something.
I'm a 10 year Professor of Archaeology.
Oh.. you're a teacher?
Well, that's gonna be a big help.
Anyway, she called me 2 weeks ago, from South America...
she said she'd escaped, but they were after her.
She said she just gotten a letter from the Ox...
and mailed it to me, so I can give it to you.
Then the line went dead.
I opened it, I mean... it's pointless though...
it's gibberish, it's not even English lettering.
See?
You see those 2 bricks' over there?
At the counter.
I don't think they're here for the milk-shakes.
Who are they?
I don't know, maybe FBI?...
Come quietly, Dr. Jones.
Make that KGB.
And bring letter with you.
Letter? What letter?
The letter, Mr. Williams just give you.
Me? Do I look like a mail-man?
We'll not ask again! Come now...
- Or what? - Nice try, kid...
but I think, you just brought a knife...
to a gunfight.
Outside, now!
- Hit this guy. - Who?
- Some college kid, hit'm hard. - Can't help 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.
- Why... - So you could bring it to me.
And I could translate...
Come on.
Get on, grandms'!
Let's go!
Hurry!
Go... go, go, go, go, go!
Wait...
Go!
Damn!
Don't let'm get away, hurry! Move this thing!
Move!
This is crazy! Somebody's gonna get hurt!
Step on the damn brakes!
Turn here, go left!
Back! Turn around!
- Spread, spread, spread, spread! - You're going to fast.
That's a matter of opinion.
- Excuse me, Dr. Jones. - Yes?
Um... I just had a question on Hargroves' enormative culture model.
Forget Hargrove...
read Vere Gordon Child, under divisionism.
He spent most of his life in the field.
If you want to be a good Archaeologist...
You gotta get out of the library.
- Who is that? - Francisco de Orellana, the Conquistador.
Remember the guy that got lost, looking for the skull? And...
just as I thought... Quioma.
- What's that? - It's an extinct Latin American language.
Pre Colombian syllabic based and...
you see, the diagonastic frames on the ideogram, it's defently Quioma.
You speak it?
Nobody speaks it, it hasn't been heard a live in 3000 years.
I might be able to read it, if I walk it through the Mayan first.
You know, for an old man, you ain't bad in a fight.
That means a lot.
What? You're like 80?
It's a riddle.
Leave it to Ox, to write a riddle in a death language.
Follow the lines in the earth, only gods can read...
which lead to Orellanas' cradle...
guarded by the living dead.
He's talking about Nazca lines.
- What are those? - Well...
Geoglifos.
Giant, ancient drawings.
Carved in 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 in to town, a couple of months ago.
He acted like a mad-man, the Police locked him up in a Sanitarium, this way.
I speak Spanish, but I don't understand a word of that, what was it?
Quechua, a local Inca dialect.
Where'd you learn that one?
- Long story. - I got time.
I lived with Pancho Villa, a couple of his guys spoke it.
Bull-shit!
- You asked. - Pancho Villa?
Technically, I was kidnapped.
By Pancho Villa?
It was a fight against Victoriano Huerta.
- How old were you? - About your age.
Your parents must have had a (?), 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 got one.
Sometimes, not for that long.
Well, it's not my fault, it's her, she got peed, because I quit school, she thinks...
- I'm some kind of goof or something. - You quit school?
Oh yeah, shit, tons of them.
Fancy prep-schools, teach you how to debate, chess, fencing...
I'm great with a blade, I just think it is a waste of time.
- You never finished? - No, it's just a bunch of useless skills...
dull books, I love reading, you know, I used to read all the time, but now...
- I can think of my myself, you get me? - What'd you do for money?
- Fix motorcycles. - Can you do that, for rest of your live?
Maybe I will, you see 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 don't know where he is.
Some men came and took him away.
Men with guns.
She says he was upset, deranged, drew pictures all over the walls of his cell.
This riddle in Ox's letter, doesn't make any sense.
Follow the lines that only the gods can read...
that leads to Orellanas' cradle.
Cradle? Birth?
Orellana wasn't born in Peru. He was born in Spain.
He was a Conquistador, he came here for gold.
- What happened to him? - He disappeared along with six others...
their bodies were never found.
He must've lost the mind.
Ox, I wonder 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. Returno!
- Voltar! - Retorno?
Return? Return where?
Or return what?
You mean the skull?
It seems to have been on his mind.
Where we're suppose to return it too?
Sweep here.
Ox didn't mean Orellanas birth place...
The cradle has another meaning in Mayan.
Literally, it means "Resting Place".
As in the "Final Resting Place".
Ox made Orellanas grave, with...
these drawings scratched on the floor.
It's 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're we looking for?
I don't know yet.
Maybe an anti-chamber off one of those barrows.
I think I just saw something.
Ahh.. you're jumping at shadows.
This way down.
This way up.
Those darts are poisoned!
Stay there.
You're... a teacher?
Part time.
Dead End.
Maybe.
What're you doing? Put that thing away, give me some light over here.
Bring it over here.
It's just a thing.
Dance on your on time, will you.
Well, a scorpion 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.
These skulls.
Look at those skulls, man.
Like the drawings in Oxleys' cell. It means we're getting closer.
That's great. Why is it like that?
Nazca Indians used to burn their infants heads with rope...
to elongate the skull like that.
- Why? - Honor their gods.
No, no, God's head is not like that.
It depends on who your God is.
Are you going nowhere fast?
Professor, this really is a dead-end, look!
Hey!
Come on, genius... Bring your back-pack.
This is incredible.
Un-real.
Don't touch anything.
Foot-prints... 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 have made it out of the jungle, after all.
Give me some light.
You don't have a knife, do you?
- This one just died yesterday. - It's the wrappings, that preserved him.
- What just happened? - He's been wrapped up for 500 years.
Air doesn't agree with him.
Thanks.
I don't wanna keep borrowing yours all the time.
- That's fine. - I just gonna put it back.
Was this one open already?
It's him.
It's Orellana himself.
They called him "The Bullion Man".
His lust for gold was legendary.
It's odd...
somebody has been here and gone.
They left all this... Gold.
And all the artifacts.
What were they looking for?
Hold this.
Oh my...
Un... believable.
No tool marks.
A single piece of seamless quartz.
Right across the brain.
It's not possible, even with todays technology, which are... huh...
- Crystal is not magnetic. - Neither is gold.
What's is this thing?
Maybe the Nazca Indians thought, this was their god?
- You think this is the one from... - Akator.
Maybe the Spaniards found the skull, and along with this other loot...
they're headed for their Ships along the shore.
Maybe the Indians caught up with them, while...
they got to squabbling amongst themselves, over their prize...
killed each other off, the Indians wrapped them up and buried them.
A couple'a 100 years later, Oxley shows up here...
finds the skull.
Takes it away.
Maybe to Akator.
- But then he returns it... here? - Return?
Return, what he wrote on the walls of his cell.
He put it back, where he had found it.
Why?
Hello, Jonesy.
Hello, Mac.
You're lucky I turned up, Jonesy.
Good thing, cause they were gonna blow your brains out.
That's the, huh... third time I saved your life.
Unshackle me, I'll give you a big hug.
You had a lugger...
pointing at the place of your skull, first time we met.
I had the situation under control.
- You owe me. - What'd you owe them, huh?
After the war, when you turned...
how many names, did you give the Reds?
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 gonna break your nose.
Comrade?
You think this is about flags?
About you? Do you think this is about lines on a map?
It's about money, isn't it?
Oh... 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, Jonesy! We'll 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, you know, mate.
Just like in Berlin.
You want me to trot off, or... huh, should we sing a song.
How fortunate of our failure to kill you, Dr. Jones.
You survived, to be of service to us, once again.
Well, you know me, always glad to help.
"Now I've become Death"...
"The Destroyer of Worlds".
You recognize those words?
That was your own Dr. Oppenheimer.
After he created the atomic bomb.
- He was quoting the Hindu Bible. - It was nuclear intimidation.
But now the next level of weaponry, is ours to have.
- Yours to fear. - Weapon? What weapon?
A mind weapons.
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. - The skull is no mere devinity carving.
Surely you knew that, as soon as 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 already dissected 2 others, from similar crash-sites in Soviet Union.
Saucer-men from Mars?
The legends about Akator, are all true.
Early man could not have conceived it, much less built it.
It was a city, of superior beings.
With technology and paranormal abilities.
You gotta be kidding me!
Maybe you choose one, to believe your own eyes?
The New Mexico specimen, gave us hope.
Unlike the others we found, this skeleton was pure crystal.
A distant cousin perhaps...
maybe that too, was 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... - Returns it to the city-temple...
will gain control over it's powers, I heard that bedtime story before.
It's a legend, why do you think Akator even existed?
You should ask your friend that question.
- Bring in the professor! - We're certain, he's been there.
Oxley.
- Hey. - Aren't you coming?
Ox! It's me, Indy.
Ox?
You're faking it, right?
"Through eyes at 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 togather, at the University of Chicago.
And you are never this interesting.
My name is Indi...
My name is Henry Jones, Jr.
What have you done to him?
We ain't done a thing, It's probably the skull.
He is the divining role, that will lead us to Akator.
But we need some one to interpret him for us.
His mind it seams is quite weak...
Let's hope yours is stronger.
The skull crystal stimulates an undeveloped part of the human brain...
opening the psychic channel.
Oxley lost control of his mind, by staring to long into it's eyes.
We believe, you can get through to him...
after you have done the same.
I got a better idea, you look at it.
The skull does not speak to everyone, it seams.
Surely you're not afraid, Dr. Jones?
You spent your entire life, looking for answers.
Think of the truth, behind those eyes.
There maybe hundreds of skulls at Akator.
The one who finds them...
will control the greatest natural force, the world has ever known.
Power over the mind of men.
Be carefull, you might get exactly what you wished for.
I usually do.
Imagine...
to peer across the world and know the enemy's secrets.
To place all our thoughts, into the minds of your leaders'.
Make your teachers, teach the true version of the history.
Make your soldiers attack, on our command.
We'll be everywhere, at once, more powerfull than a whisper.
Invading your dreams, thinking your thoughts for you, while you sleep.
We will change you, Dr. Jones.
Always, from the inside.
We will turn you, into us.
And the best part... you wont even know, it's happening.
Return.
That's enough.
That's enough, if he dies we can't no joy of him.
Cover it.
Henry.
What, Jonesy?
He broke my nose!
- I told you... - Enough!
You will speak to Oxley, and lead us to Akator, yes?
Njet.
Take him outside!
You all right, kid?
They left my bike at the cemetery.
- Yeah, but you're alright? - They left my bike!
Wough, wo, wo! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Uh'huh...
I'm ready.
Don't give these pigs a thing!
- You heard'm. - Hm'mm...
Clearly I have chosen the wrong pressure point.
Perhaps I can find a more sensitive one.
Get the woman!
Get your hands off me! You rotten Ruskie son of a bitch!
Indiana Jones.
- About time you showed up. - Mom!
- Sweet-heart. - Mom?
What're you doing here?
Forget about me. Are you all right?
- Mom? - I specificly told you, not to come!
- You mean Marion... - No you didn't, you never wrote that...
- or said that, in any of your phone-calls. - Marion Ravenwood is your mother?
Oh... for god's sake, Indy, it's not that hard.
I know... I mean... I just... I never thought...
I would have a life, after you left?
- That's not what I meant. - Well, 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're looking for a date? - With anybody, but you!
So, Dr. Jones, you will help us?
A simple yes, will do.
Well Marion, you had to go and get yourself kidnapped.
Not like you did any better?
Same'o... same'o.
Henry Jones, Jr.
That's right, Ox. Listen to me...
"To lay their just hands on that Golden key"...
"that opens the Palace of Eternity"
Palace of Etern...
It's to Milton, he said it before. Why?
Ox, you gotta tell us, how to get to Akator, or they gonna kill Marion.
"Through the eyes in glass, I saw in tears"...
"here in deaths dream Kingdom"...
Harold, they're gonna kill Abners little girl.
You gotta tell us, how to get there.
We need specifics...
Alright...
get me paper and something to write with.
(Yelling in Russian)
Auto-writing. I should have seen this.
- Henry Jones, Jr. - Now write, that's right, Ox.
"3 times it drops". "On the way down".
3 times.
Pictographs?
Ideograms.
Good Ox, done.
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.
The closed eyes mean sleep.
The sun with the arc over the sky, stands for time, duration.
The word "now" is until.
This 2 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 or 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?
(Yelling in Russian)
Here...
"Sono", a Portuguese word for sleep.
Yes, good... exactly.
He wants us to follow this curve, the Sono...
down to where it meets the Amazon, to the southeast.
After that I'm not sure.
Kingdom of dreams, tears in eyes.
I have no idea, what he means.
This could be the route though...
it's completely unexplored part of the Amazon.
Go, go, go, go, go, go! Come on!
Just, what the hell are we doing, kid?
- They were gonna kill us. - Well, maybe.
Well, we had to do something.
Something else, would have been good.
At least I got us away.
- That's intolerable. - Harold for god sake, keep up!
(Talking and Screaming in Russian)
Hello, mom!
- Stay there! - Stop!
Stop, stop, don't move!
Movement makes space, space will make you sink.
No, I think I can get out... If I just...
Stop it, your pulling, will get you back in...
it's just like trying to lift a car, just stay calm.
- Okay, I'm calm. - What is it? Quick-sand?
- I'm calm. - No, it's a dry-sand.
- I'm sinking, but I'm calm. - Quick-sand is a mixture of sand...
mud and water, and depending on the viscosity, it's not as dangeres as...
Oh' for Pete's sake, Jones. We're not in school.
Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about, unless there is a...
Void collapse.
I'll go get something to pull you up.
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.
Ahh... it's not the worst quality in the world.
Keep your arms above the surface, when the kid comes back grap on to'm.
Indy, he...
He's a good kid, Marion, get off his back about school.
- It's not what I mean... - Not everybody's cut out for it.
His name is Henry.
Henry, good name.
He is your son.
My son?
Henry Jones, the 3rd.
Why the hell, didn't you make him finish school?
- Ma! - Yeah.
- Grab on... grab! - I got it.
Come on, ma! Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull!
Pull!
Grab on!
Grab!
Just grap it, Indy.
It's a rat-snake.
Rat-snakes aren't that big.
Well, this one is, size never botherd you before, now grap on!
- Go get something else. - Like what?
Like... like a rope or something.
There's no Sears and Roebuck here, grab the snake.
- Maybe I can touch the bottom. - There is no bottom, now grab it!
- I think I can feel it with my feet. - Grab the snake.
Stop calling it that!
It's a snake, what you want me to I call it?
- Say rope. - What?
Say "grab the rope"!
- Grab the rope! - Grab the rope!
Hold tide... it's slimy. Come on!
Get rid of that thing, will you!
Son.
He's afraid of snakes.
You're one crazy old man.
Why'd you have to go and read me outright, Jonesy? Hey?
Good work Ox, thanks.
Help.
No, no, he was British.
My dad was an RAF-pilot. a war-hero, not some school teacher.
No, Sweet-heart... Colin was your step-father.
We started dating, when you were three months old.
He was a good man.
Wait... wait... wait, Colin? As in Colin Williams?
You married him?
- I introduced you! - I think you gave up your vote...
on who I marry, when you decidet to break it off, a week before the wedding!
I think we both knew, Marion. it wasn't gonna 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 is not my fault, if you can't keep up. - I didn't wanna hurt you!
Oh... 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. - 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! - You should have told me, Marion!
- I had a right to know. - You vanished, after that!