Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull Page #2

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!

Better dead than Red!

Better dead than Red!

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.

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