Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull Page #3

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.

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