Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull Page #4

Takes it away, maybe to Akator.

But then he returns it here.

Return.

Return, like he wrote

on the walls of his cell.

He put it back where he found it. Why?

- Hello, Jonesey.

- Hello, Mac.

You're lucky I turned up, Jonesey.

Dovchenko there wanted

to blow your brains out.

That's the third time I've saved your life.

Unshackle me. I'll give you a big hug.

You had a Luger

pointed at the base of your skull

the first time we met.

I had the situation under control.

- You owe me.

- What do you owe them?

After the war, when you turned,

how many names

did you give the Reds?

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.

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 b*tch!

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.

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