I thought you quit, Carl.
Video's up, we're in.
Don't touch the latex.
Go.
Turn around.
Turn around. Walk.
Code.
Code!
One, three, five, eight, zero.
Stop.
Go.
One, two, two, five, seven.
Go to the scrolls.
Carl... where are you?
Tommy, Carl's disappeared on me.
I'll see if I can find him.
Gently, my friend.
No sign of Carl but he left
a whole cigarette burning on the ground.
Something's wrong.
Hurry, they're on to you.
Code red!
Tommy! Dave!
Dead Sea Scroll room!
Guard coming into the room.
Drop it!
Back!
Back.
Why are we stopping?
Armed guards at an excavation site.
What is Stanford doing?
I don't know but maybe he's onto something big.
Yeah, well unless he's got the Holy Grail packed in a pine box,
he's pulling stakes... tonight.
Let's get out of here.
No further.
This place, Atkonartok.
Taggarik Atkonartok.
What are you saying?
He said, "Devil storms are coming."
Hey, where are you going?
What are we supposed to do now?
Drive down, it's right there.
Let's go!
What's he talking about storms?
Even the Inuit suck at meteorology.
Stop!
What do we need? A secret code or something?
Step out of the vehicle!
We're ah, we're here to see Dr. Stanford.
Stay right where you are.
I'm Dr. Helm from the Institute.
Look at your paycheck; you might recognize my signature.
Hey!
Whoa!
Put your hands up! Turn around.
Hey! Hey!
Don't! What are you doing?
That's enough.
What's going on here, Owen?
Why are you here? I sent for a translator not a babysitter.
Why are these guys pointing guns at us?
My apologies. You must be Dr. Gage.
Dr. Stanford, it's a pleasure to meet you.
I've read all your books.
You know why I'm here, Stanford. It's your refusal to file assessment...
You are familiar with the Sumerian priest glyphs from the Kish Ziggurat?
Kubaba dialect is one of my specialties.
Okay, we need to talk all right?
You don't need to be rude, Lee.
If I don't return to the institute with something in my hands,
this place goes dark tonight.
So serious, isn't he? Never could simply enjoy archeology.
You want answers? Come.
Tell me, Dr. Gage, do you know why
the indigenous people here call themselves Inuit?
Inuvialuit is the correct term, translates to 'real human beings'.
Ah, you are impressive.
Real human beings?
What of it?
The Inuit see themselves as chosen.
They're anointed by a foreign god to protect a holy object.
What holy object?
It's hard to tell, the Inuit themselves are impressively mum on the subject.
Can't get one of them to come anywhere near the site.
Yeah, so we've noticed.
You all right?
Yeah. It was a new textual analysis that brought me here,
But I found something that I'm sure will please you, Lee.
What is this?
Dr. Gage.
It's an accounting sheet.
Materials labour, a tribute to Ba'al priests.
Sumerian tablet found here?
Yes, a Sumerian artifact in the Arctic.
Wow! How could that be?
I mean, there are no records of Sumerian priests traveling this far.
I have no idea, but I'm asking you to let me keep working without oversight.
Dr. Stanford I've ice core samples, they're pure.
In the freezer, please.
But Doctor, they have no impurities whatsoever.
Fine, fine.
Pure ice? What's he talking about?
In the freezer, please!
All right.
Wait a minute.
You think they're here, don't you?
Think what's here?
The Ba'al amulets.
We might as well be looking for leprechaun gold in Texas.
Okay, I'm pretty up on my Sumerian lore,
but I have no idea what you're talking about.
It's a children's myth that Stanford discovered
in some obscure translation.
Always been a fan of bedtime stories.
Well, see here, I can assure you this is no bedtime story.
Millennia ago, the Storm God Ba'al tampered with the seasons
in order to bring people under his direct control.
I know.
Ba'al's father El grew angry with his son's cruelty and destroyed him.
Not destroyed, exactly. The word in the myth is 'belu'.
'Banishment.'
Yes. Now El smashed Ba'al's power over the seasons into four Amulets.
Earth, Air, Water and Fire.
It's the ancient elemental roots.
And the Amulets scattered across the Earth buried
by Sumerian priests and Ba'al became impotent.
Dematerialized like fog burned by the morning sun.
Do you think the amulets are here?
Just one, the Earth Amulet hidden in ice.
It was said that the Sumerian priests buried
each amulet in their elemental opposite.
So fire, into water.
And earth into that which is as pure as air.
Pure ice.
Dr. Stanford come quick, we've uncovered the seal.
Let me through. Out of the way!
Let me through!
Oh, yes.
Oh, yes! Brush.
It does look like a Sumerian marker.
You want in this, don't you?
There's an runic inscription here.
'Held in ice.'
This inscription here means 'Touches Earth.'
What?
'Death.'
The Amulet of the Earth.
I can't believe it.
Give me that.
Doc, whoa!
Hey, doc, I don't think you should do that.
I don't have time for normal procedures.
You're not approaching this dig rationally.
You're ignoring every safeguard you ever taught me.
It's actually there.
It's real.
What do you make of those markings?
Oh, my God!
Oh my God!
Get his legs!
My god!
Get his legs. Get his legs!
Grab him! Come on! Breathe!
Come on! Breathe!
Breathe!
We've got to get him out of here!
Come on, stand up!
Doctor, come on, you've got to get up!
Get up!
Grab on to something. Hold on tight.
Oh, my God. I finally found one.
Oh no.
No! You can't do this to me, not now!
Aagh! Gawd!
Lieutenant McCulloch.
Scott! Marta Pena, how you doing?
Dr. Pena, long time no speak.
Do you see the electrical storm north of the 65th parallel?
Yeah.
Strange this time of year but no biggie.
No biggie? What altitude are you reading?
10,000 feet.
You're reading the troposphere, check the upper atmosphere.
How high does this thing go?
Over 600,000 feet.
No way, a storm can't go that high.
The cloud itself doesn't but the electrical activity does.
I'm getting lightning hits upward.
They're literally shooting out of a cloud.
What kind of storm is this?
A bad one.
It's drawing electromagnetic energy from the Van Allen Belt.
I've got to go.
Wait, wait, wait. Authorize a visitor's pass for me.
Are you nuts? You can't come here.
Wait, this is serious! I need to use your weather arrays.
Dr. Pena, this really isn't a good idea.
Thanks, Scott!
Look forward to seeing you.
What have you got there, Lieutenant?
It's an electromagnetic storm surge.
Magnified at a rate of...
Jesus, 0.22 per minute.
How high is this thing?
Bring up keyhole satellite epsilon.
Why wasn't I notified of this, Lieutenant?
Commander Kittrick, defense is on the line, sir.
Admiral Collette, line one.
Commander Kittrick speaking.
Yes Admiral, we're tracking it now. Drones. Right away, sir.
Send up a P-3. Launch weather drones.
Yes, sir.
Evacuate everyone, all right?
Don't let anyone near this site
until we figure out what the hell just happened, all right?
Glad to see ya kicking old man.
Thought we'd lost you there for a second.
I'm damn near doing a jig.
You have it?
A good archeologist never leaves a mega-find behind.
Ah, it's the boss.
Dr. Miller, you don't understand, this is a historical find.
Yes, I see, and you have this Ba'al amulet in your possession.
Oh yeah.
Do you realize, this means the Sumerians traveled
a lot greater distance than we could have ever imagined?
Good work Dr. Helm.
This is extraordinary news for the museum.
Don't thank me.
This was Stanford's idea.
The old bugger pulled off something
greater than we could have ever imagined.
Yes, of course.
Now you must hurry back.
I trust the museum's transport plane is okay?
Yeah, but I mean we still have much more to do here.
Yes, and there's much more to do here as well.
Anyway, winter's about to set in.
We'll send in an Arctic expedition after the May thaw.
Just get yourself and that amulet back here in one piece.
Yes, sir.
EI.
El what?
Diablo?
Just EI.
Father of all the gods.
EI's companion statue is his son, the storm god, Ba'al.
Ba'al. Right.
Semitic word meaning 'master' or 'lord'.
In this case, Lord of Storms.
Well, this storm killed a man.
Can I help you with something, Agent Risko?
Yeah, actually, I'm looking for Dr. Helm.
His office said he's away on private museum business
and only you know his whereabouts?
What do you want with Helm?
I have a warrant for his arrest.
Ha, you've got to be joking.
No, not me, I've got a lousy sense of humor.
Prints from the break-in led nowhere
until we ran them through
the museum's civil identification program.
Outer keypad, inner keypad, display case.
Helm's prints, every single one.
I don't believe it.
Oh, come on now, Doctor.
You knew the Scroll theft had to be an inside job.
You're accusing one of our archeology's most respected men.
Well, now one of archeology's most wanted.
So, where can I find him?
These ruinic inscriptions say three things.
First, 'Ba'al's rage rests below Bosporus'.
Then we have the word 'namlugal'
which translates to 'kingly treasure'.
Kingly treasure?
And the inscription on the back says, "Thou hath light in the scroll."
The scroll?
What's that word right there? Next to Ba'al?
Fire, trapped in a circle.
Fire Amulet?
I tell you not to come here and what do you do?
You use my name to get into the front gate.
I'm screwed when they find out.
Could you just calm down and give me three minutes.
Please.
Three minutes, then I've got to go. We're launching drones.
No, no, no, you can't send an aircraft into that.
Why not?
Because it's too risky.
You're putting the lives of the crew in danger.
The crew aboard our Hurricane Watcher
has seen far worse, Miss Pena.
It's Doctor Pena.
And I can guarantee
they've never flown into anything this dangerous.
What exactly do you think they're flying into?
A high voltage superstorm powered by the Earth's electromagnetic belt.
That is something that has never happened before.
Lieutenant are you aware that this woman
has been permanently banned from this facility.
Yes, sir, I'm aware that there is a history here sir.
It's just that Dr. Pena claims to have information vital to national security.
That ban was political. It had no legal basis.
You repeatedly hacked into our weather arrays,
piggy-backing our techs, some of which was classified.
You did that?
Technically yes, but that's irrelevant.
Get her out of here.
Okay, there's no need for that.
Listen the Hurricane Watcher's in danger.
This is really dangerous! Don't touch me!
God!
The phrase, "Thou hath light in the scroll."
It's a clue.
But without context it's a meaningless riddle.
Yes, but it's step one in finding the next Amulet.
Are you saying that you can decipher
the location of the Fire Amulet from this Amulet?
Not only the Fire Amulet, but to the Water and Air Amulet as well.
That is fascinating.
We'll take it up with Dr. Miller when we get back.
We're not going back.
No we're not.
The sun's behind us.
We're flying in the wrong direction.
Whoa, hey!
Wait, wait.
What have you done?
Please.
Listen.
What was the first inscription on the Amulet?
"Ba'al's rage rests below Bosporus."
Wait a minute.
You're taking us to the Black Sea
based on some obscure clue on the Amulet?
Are you out of your mind?
Let me show you.
But how... how did you?
Oh good God!
The Dead Sea Scrolls.
P-3 is inbound. Routing of communications to the main panel.
This storm is a monster!
I've never seen anything like it.
The lightening detector's off the scale.
Commencing drone drop on my mark.
Three, two, one.
Drones are airborne.
Receiving drone transmissions. Look at that!
The drones have hit the squall line.
What are we reading?
The surface layer of stability is off the charts.
Can't even measure the turbulent heat transfer, convective conditions...
We lost it.
Pull out the drones.
Drone controls not responding, sir.
Get out of there, Captain.
Roger that, aborting mission.
P-3, Flight 54 come in.
Storm Command to P-3, Flight 54. Come in.
Storm Command to 54, come in!
Still no emergency beacon, sir.
Storm Command to 54. Come in.
Sir, they're gone.
I want every shred of data from those drones thoroughly reviewed.
Let's piece this together, today!
You son of a bitch.
You stole from an institution that supported your life's work?
Before you judge me just remember you wouldn't have found this
without the Scroll and it's clues.
You didn't have to steal it!
The museum would have let you examine it.
You could have gotten grants, press.
Yes, and years of waiting for peer verification,
oversight committees,
museum bureaucracy, years that are wasted.
That's our job.
Well I don't have years.
What...?
Is your cancer back?
Lee, I'm running out of time.
It still doesn't make it right.
Dr. Miller is expecting us back
and we're going to have to notify the authorities.
No, we're going back.
Lee.
What?
This strange line on the Amulet next to the word meaning "kingly treasure."
It fits.
I'll be damned.
We always thought that was missing text.
That's a Hebrew symbol. It's "het".
So that means the code's key is "eight".
Equidistant Letter Sequencing.
Yes.
So are we talking like real Bible code here or...?
It's Torah Code. Now remember,
every Hebrew symbol has a corresponding number.
So read the text all the way through to the Amulet
and take out every eighth letter.
Bet.
Two.
Dalet.
Four.
My God. It's a massacre.
What was that flash going into the clouds?
The storm appears to be drawing power from an external source.
It's redirecting it at the drones.
What kind of external source?
I don't know.
Well then, find somebody who does.
Sir, you kicked that 'somebody' out of the building.
Het.
Eight.
So, what does all that mean?
It's Sumerian coordinates.
If we place them over a map of ancient Bosporus...
...that will lead us to the Fire Amulet,
which when inserted into the scroll
will lead us to the other Amulets as well.
You're carting around the greatest manuscript
find of our life like a cheap treasure map?
No, the Scrolls are going back to the museum.
Of course they're going back, but don't lose sight of the fact
that we are on the verge of the greatest find in history.
This is a bigger discovery even than the Scroll itself.
And the fame and fortune we've been chasing all our lives.
Now we have it within our grasp.
Come on, Lee, I mean you have to admit this
is starting to sound pretty exciting.
Lee, this is an opportunity that happens once in a lifetime.
There are three Amulets out there waiting to be found.
Sumerian latitude and longitude was
a measurement called 'ush', the equivalent of a quarter mile.
The center point was always a holy site.
The closest holy site to Bosporus was the Ziusudra Temple.
So, if we use the numbers given to us
by the Scroll twenty four point nine 'ush'
by thirty five point eight 'ush'
the Fire Amulet would have to be here.
And how are we going to handle this?
The same way we handled the first Amulet.
This is under water.
What did you expect? This is Ba'al's Fire Amulet.
We're going to need help with this.
We need to get he museum in on this.
No intervention.
We'll find a way.
We pull sonar, we dredge, we call in divers.
Hey guys, there's something we didn't consider.
Ba'al's rage rests below Bosporus.
The word for rage is 'hul-gal' which means 'unseen'.
Maybe there's something else in the Scroll, something hidden.
A negative space between the lines.
Wait, wait. What did you just say?
Negative space.
That's it!
Ba'al is negative space.
The numbers run from north to east which indicate power
and hope which are positive numbers.
You just invert the coordinates to the negative.
Okay, so twenty four point nine 'ush'
with thirty five point eight 'ush.
We're no longer under water on a contemporary map.
That land was once under water from the Black Sea Deluge, but now...
It's high and dry.
If we're right.
There.
These are ancient stone markers.
Sitting out in the open like this, undiscovered?
The world is full of ancient artifacts lying
in the open undiscovered, my dear.
This fungus, this is lichen.
It's very slow growing.
By the thickness of this,
these markers could have placed here 12,000 years ago.
When this land would have been under water.
It's here, it's right here.
Dr. Pena we need you to explain something to us.
You lost the P-3, didn't you?
That's none of your concern.
None of my concern?
When I tried to warn you that
the crew was in danger you threw me out of here
and now you drag me back and ask me to explain something?
What the hell is going on?
Yes, we lost the P-3.
Proceed, Lieutenant.
My Ghost Storm in action.
Ghost storm?
You mean a supercell.
Uh, no. No.
Think of a Ghost Storm like a ghost writer,
it's the unseen storm behind the storm everyone sees.
So your socalled Ghost Storm super-charges a regular storm.
Exactly.
And where is this Ghost Storm? Why can't we see it?
Because it's made up of pure electromagnetic radiation
taken from the radiation belt in the Earth's upper atmosphere.
The Van Allen Belt.
Yeah.
I've always feared that if a storm tapped
into the Van Allen belt it could draw an infinite
supply of electromagnetic energy triggering
...triggering an unending storm of cataclysmic proportions
that would cover the globe.
Is there a precedent for such a cataclysmic storm?
Yeah, the great Red Spot of Jupiter.
That's a storm that's been raging for centuries,
that's bigger than our planet.
Picture Earth in the middle of that spot
and that's what we're looking at.
This is crazy.
Doubt they used a road crew to excavate the Dead Sea Scrolls.
We don't have a choice.
Hey guys, get off of there, don't sit there.
It's not just rocks, they're ancient artifacts.
The rocks have been in place for a long time, Lee.
I'm sure they're not the first people to sit on them.
Yeah, well we have an obligation to protect the site.
Guys, it's picking something up.
Oh, yeah.
There's a slab about ten feet deep.
Bring the backhoe now!
Whoa, no no wait.
We still have to mark the site, lay out the grid.
No, no, no.
We don't have government clearance to do excavation.
We've got to get in and out quickly.
We're just going to go in here like grave robbers?
Let's just get the damn thing and get out of here. Let's go!
Okay! Hey, that's enough!
Don't dig any further.
He's only inches from the slab.
We've got to finish the rest by hand.
Come on, fellas. You're up.
No. We don't have time for that.
Keep digging!
What are you, nuts?
Dr. Stanford, we have to preserve the tablet.
Forget the tablet. It's the Fire Amulet we're after.
He hit it!
Durmak!
Look, this is sacrilege.
I'm not going to stand by
and let you willfully destroy this artifact!
Leave.
Excuse me?
Leave. Go back to your desk job. I can finish this by myself.
Keep digging!
We spotted this thunder storm over the Black Sea two minutes ago.
It's matured in 10 seconds.
Ten seconds?
That's not possible.
I've checked over the data three times, sir.
It matured in 10 seconds.
Well what's its elevation?
Twenty K and rising.
So, it's rising out of the lower atmosphere
just like the other storm did.
We have to consider the possibility
that this is some kind of a stealth weapon.
Weather is the most untamable force in the planet.
I can't imagine any technology harnessing it.
Bull. If we can harness the atom we can harness the weather.
We need to see if this storm evolves
in the same way as the Arctic storm.
You mean plug it into the Van Allen Belt?
Yeah.
Okay, cut it!
I need a rope.
I'll go.
What have you got?
It's not an Amulet.
It's coral.
Bring it up.
All right.
Help me read the inscription.
I think we should leave now.
We can translate it later.
No, no, the Kibdu is near.
The Kibdu?
Read it, please!
"Held to the sky, feel the blaze of Ba'al."
Just be careful with that thing Owen, all right?
Come on, get up!
Owen!
Lee!
Carol!
Sir, this new storm has lightening striking skyward.
Skyward?
Same as it did in the first storm.
And it's wiring into the Radiation Belt.
Louis, put up the keyhole.
What in God's name is that?
Storm tendrils.
Give me a whole Earth view.
The Arctic Storm has them, too.
It looks like the Arctic Storm
and the Black Sea are reaching for each other.
What happens when the storms connect?
I don't know.
Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Hello, Dr. Helm.
Remember me? Agent Risko.
We met at the museum break-in.
Am I glad to see you.
How about this heat, huh? I thought back home was bad.
Did the Consulate send you to get me out of here or what?
Uh, no.
I'm here to extradite you back to the States.
Extradite? What? For an illegal excavation?
Ah, you're being charged with robbing the museum.
That includes accessory to murder.
Wait a minute. I didn't steal the Scrolls.
Well, your finger prints were everywhere, Doc.
Both key pads, the gun next to the dead robber,
who by the way wired a large amount of money
to a Cayman account under the name of one Lee Rycliff Helm.
And that's you.
Look, I don't know how they did the fingerprints...
...and I don't know how they did anything, but it wasn't me.
Whoever it was has to be stopped.
People are going to die.
Stop who?
I can tell you who's got the Scrolls.
But you've got to promise, we've got to go after him now.
You got it. Give me a name.
Dr. Owen Stanford.
You got any proof to back that up?
He's got the Scrolls; I've seen them.
And where exactly is this Dr. Stanford?
I don't know, exactly.
Exactly.
Dr. Stanford.
Congratulations, Owen, you must be thrilled to death.
Did you bring the equipment I asked for?
Everything you need is at your disposal.
Right.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Stanford made it look like I stole the Scroll.
What?
Somehow he got my fingerprints all over the place.
Risko is extraditing us.
Oh, my God.
Stanford's out of control.
All this time, he was just using us to break the code.
I bet he's already deciphered where the Air Amulet is.
Lee, he's not just after the Amulet.
What do you mean?
What he said before the storm broke, "The Kibdu is near."
Which means?
The Kibdu is secret mythology.
It's the Sumerian treasure thought to be able to open the gates
between our world and the next.
Sounds pretty crazy, doesn't it?
Not after what we've seen.
Stanford is unleashing something.
If we don't stop him...
What options do we have to destroy this thing?
What about cloud seeding?
We could build another storm to disrupt the growth of this one.
No, that would only knock the low level storm clouds.
Too much of the storm is entangled in the upper atmosphere.
What do you suggest?
As I've been saying, this storm's power lies
in its connection to the Van Allen Belt.
We have to kill that connection.
This is how you're going to fly back? Empty handed? No Scrolls?
Are you going to write that in your report, Agent Risko?
You can have all three thieves on a silver platter, me, her,
and the mastermind behind all this, Dr. Stanford.
Well, you tell me where to find him
and I'll tell the pilot to go there right now.
We've been excavating ancient artifacts buried
by Sumerian priests over thousands of years ago.
Each one of those artifacts has unleashed its own devastating storm.
I think Dr. Stanford is using the Scrolls to
unleash those super natural forces that can destroy the world.
Excuse me?
You okay?
Yeah.
The pilot's going to fly at a lower altitude.
For some strange reason the lower altitude is calmer.
We know how to find Stanford.
How?
You have to follow the storms.
Call the F.F.S.C.
Okay.
Okay?
You believe us?
I saw something out the window.
Ba'al. You saw Ba'al.
A face?
I don't know what I saw. But I saw it.
The storm just made landfall on the east coast.
We're in the middle of a major world crisis.
I don't have time for a hunch from police psychics.
I didn't say psychics, they're archeologists
and I'm telling you it is a matter of national security
that we pin point where the next storm is going to hit.
And I'm telling you there is no way that we can predict that.
Well I have two scientists who would say otherwise.
They were at ground zero for both storms.
Are you saying these people created these storms?
No, they say that these are supernatural storms
that were triggered by archeological find.
Supernatural storms; this conversation is over.
Wait, can I...? Hi, this is Dr. Marta Pena.
I'm a meteorologist.
Could you please repeat what you just told Commander Kittrick?
They're beautiful, Owen.
He's got something.
We've been digging up sacred Sumerian sites
buried across the globe.
Each of the two storms broke at the exact moment
we excavated ancient artifacts.
If we can determine where the next site is,
that's exactly where the next storm is going to be.
We think the locations themselves may somehow be connected.
We just have to figure out how they're connected and where to be next.
You guys ever hear of ley lines?
The earth has natural magnetic currents called ley lines.
Some say they're like a transit system for the weather.
What do you know?
There's a convergence point in the Arctic
where the first storm broke.
Would you look at that?
There's a convergence point in the Strait of Istanbul
where the second storm broke.
In which direction are the storms expanding?
Southwest, they just hit the States.
Have any of the ley lines intersect in America?
Utah, Tessa.
Why are they putting up the HAZMAT tent?
It is an Air Amulet.
We're keeping it inside an airtight environment
until how we see how securely it's been preserved.
Well, that's a waste of time.
The Amulets are always buried inside a protective casing.
You've been needlessly reckless in your pursuit of the Kibdu,
which may or may not exist.
Now, we're doing things more prudently.
Prudently.
My museum, my diggers, my way.
Got a new storm forming.
Don't tell me. Nevada?
Air seal is secured. Start the vacuum pump.
Lowering air pressure.
I'm at the seal.
Beautiful.
This is the third storm to evolve and it's over U.S. Soil.
So, what are we going to do to protect our nation from catastrophe?
Well, it seems to me, sir,
that our best bet is weather modification.
What kind of weather modification?
Reverse cloud seeding.
Are you kidding?
No, we've developed an advanced dehydration powder.
Each grain can absorb 5,000 times its weight in moisture.
We've had great success with it, disipating smaller storms.
You think it will work on a storm of this scale?
Yes, sir.
Load up some ICBMs, shower that storm with a ton of powder.
That cloud will dry up in no time.
No. No. What have I been saying since you dragged me back here?
The source of the storm is the Van Allen Belt.
Hence, the energy feeding the storm is electromagnetic.
Dissipating the clouds would be like mowing the lawn.
We've got to attack the storm at its roots.
How?
Detonate a thermonuclear bomb in the upper atmosphere
above the storm where its tendrils connect to the Belt.
You... you want to nuke the storm?
This is no ordinary storm.
The Van Allen Belt has electromagnetic particles
that exceed 100 megavolts.
God forbid we unintentionally nuke the Belt.
We can target the detonation miles from the Belt's altitude.
It would be like detonating the entire world's nuclear arsenal.
Look, only if we weren't careful.
Forget it, Dr. Pena.
There will be no doomsdays scenarios on my watch.
Load up the powder.
Looks like a block of obsidian.
Obsidian. That fits the pattern.
Move it Stanford. We've got company.
Get your hands up.
Everybody against the vehicle.
Let's go!
Agent Risko, there's no need for guns.
We're simply digging up an ancient artifact for the museum.
Where's Stanford?
Is he in there?
Hands on the vehicle.
Miller, there!
Please, you're making a mistake. We are archeologists.
Turn around!
Shut up!
You are trespassing on government property, Doctor.
Agent Risko, behind you!
Stanford!
Get in!
You guys get out of here! The storm's not over yet!
The Nevada storm is rising out of the troposphere.
And it's wiring into the radiation belt.
How are the boys doing with the powder?
Payloads are packed and we'll be launch ready in two minutes, sir.
What's the mother storm doing?
Oh, my God.
ICBMs are standing by for launch, sir.
Launch the missiles.
Commence firing.
Oh, my God!
Detonation in 30 seconds.
Lee!
Five...
four...
...three...
...two...
one.
It worked. Nevada storm is evaporating.
All right then.
Get that stuff loaded into as many payloads as you can.
Right away, sir.
Good work, people.
Do you think Stanford made it?
We have to assume that he's going after the last Amulet.
Which could be anywhere.
And we don't have a single clue to go on.
Well, if what he said is true,
the last Amulet will make Ba'al whole and unleash the Storm God on Earth.
Lee, we have to find a way to stop him.
These storms will kill us all.
Wait a minute.
The last Amulet is the Water Amulet, right?
Which means it's hidden in it's elemental opposite, eternal fire.
Exactly. And EI, Ba'al's father
who shattered Ba'al's power into
the four Amulets is the Lord of...
Eternal Fire.
Let's get back to the museum.
I knew it.
Are you okay?
Oh, hey, hey. Are you okay?
Did you see that?
Did I see what?
There was a face, a face.
Ah, somebody get Dr. Pena some water.
I didn't see a face.
Okay, let's get that bird in the air.
The latest data indicates
that the third storm's wattage has tripled
and it's now fuelling a rapid regeneration.
Let me see these.
Are you telling me that
we just shot ourselves in the foot, Doctor?
Draining the storm clouds of moisture
in an artificially accelerated manner magnified the static charges
between the residual dust particles left
after the water vapour was drained.
Simply put, yeah.
Yeah, we shot ourselves in the foot.
Is that an accurate assessment, Lieutenant?
What's the worst-case scenario?
I'd say in the next 24 hours,
we're going to see the development of mega cyclones,
spawning countless sub-cyclones, hail the size of basketballs.
Lieutenant, let's just nuke the son of a bitch.
Sir, that is a very risky proposition.
Dr. Pena, you seem to know the upper atmosphere
...better than any of us.
I'll have you input the coordinates for a precise detonation
so that we don't hit the Van Allen Belt
and blow us all to hell.
Yes, sir.
You bad boy.
Stop. Is that EI?
Yeah.
There's a clue in this text.
I was just playing around with the same letter sequencing
we used in Stanford's Scroll, there is a message hidden in this text.
Wash the father, burn his body, blow his ashes, bury his soul.
Say that one more time, slowly.
Wash the father, burn his body.
It's the symbols.
Wash is the Water Amulet.
Burn his body, Fire.
What are the others?
Blow his ashes.
Air.
Bury his soul.
Earth.
Water, Fire, Air, Earth.
It's a combination.
Water...
...Fire...
...Air...
Earth.
What's this?
It's beeswax.
The Water Amulet.
Don't forget, you must not let water touch it.
What am I going to do? Drool on it?
Your palms might sweat.
Yeah, all right.
Now what?
There's something else in these texts about
the Sumerian priests creating these reliefs to assemble the four.
Oh yeah, look at this.
Ancient engineering never ceases to amaze me.
Owen, think about what you're doing.
I serve him now.
And he demands what is rightfully his.
I think that last storm knocked a few screws loose.
Give me the Water Amulet.
Hell no!
You've done enough damage already.
Carol!
Between the eyes next time?
Hold on!
Don't.
Thank you, Lee.
Do you remember the ancient Ba'al cult?
It was they who created this statue for
the purpose of bringing the Ba'al Kibdu.
Naturally, the Sumerian priests were unhappy about that.
So they built the El statue so the Kibdu could be destroyed.
Ironic, don't you think?
After thousands of years these two statues
should find themselves face to face.
Commander Kittrick.
Commander, Naval Air Station Beacon says the nuclear payload
is ready and waiting your 'go'.
Let's go Doctor, we need those coordinates.
I am working on it.
What exactly do you think the Ba'al Kibdu is, Owen?
The bridge between heaven and Earth...
And with these I am the bringer of the four.
Earth.
Fire.
Air.
Look, I know you're ill and you're desperate.
Do you really want to expose the world to Ba'al's wrath?
Maybe, the Kibdu's wealth is gold and jewels.
But what if it's something else?
Something otherworldly,
a gift that heals me or perhaps I can be a god, too.
You're delusional.
Those Amulets have caused nothing but death and destruction.
Death and destruction.
Isn't that what we archeologists wallow in?
The deaths of civilizations.
Get away.
Don't move.
Get away.
The blood, it can't touch the Water Amulet!
You idiot. You can't stop this!
You can't stop it.
Can't stop it!
It was meant to be.
Sir, there's a new storm cell forming over Washington.
This is growing in magnitude faster than the other storms.
Tendrils from the main storm are approaching.
The new storm just wired into the belt.
Initialize the countdown.
Executive three, four, two, three, one, eight.
Let's go Doctor. We need those coordinates.
We have to get the Amulets into EI.
Now!
Hurry!
Commencing 30 second count down.
Clock's ticking, Doctor.
The storm is drawing immense power from the radiation belt.
Coordinates are in.
Oh, thank God.
Grab it, hurry.
Hurry, hurry.
Oh, my God.
It's covering the world.
Storm's wattage is snowballing.
Water, Fire, Air.
Do you really think we should unleash another Sumerian god on Earth?
El taught Ba'al a lesson once.
Kid obviously needs his butt kicked again.
Some kind of massive power surge hitting the storm.
Electromagnetic readings are off the charts.
Stop the countdown.
No.
Sir, to nuke the storm now would have
the same effect as hitting the radiation belt.
It's in God's hands now.
Detonation in ten... nine...
...eight... seven...
...six... five...
...four... three...
...two... one.
The storm's connection to the belt has been severed.
It's dissipating.
The entire storm, it's evaporating.
- You all right? - Yeah.