Mandrake

Hey, where's mine?

Where is McCall? They should

have landed 10 minutes ago.

Well, I...

What are you waiting for?

Call him.

McCall.

Please hold

for Mrs. Manning.

Hey, where are you?

How many

assistants do you have?

Not enough.

Please tell me you landed.

I'm on the tarmac now.

Good.

Change of plans.

Don't come to base camp.

We found better access three

miles downriver from here.

Lin's got Mr. Vargas' maps.

Santiago's got the boats.

He'll take care

of whatever you need.

That sounds too easy.

You always this prepared?

That's why I need

more assistants.

Help's on the way.

Yeah, I'm a doctor.

An anthropologist.

He's an archaeologist.

What's he saying?

He thinks

you're a terrorist.

What was it,

three tours?

That's a lot of

Middle East stamps.

Hey, Shugie!

Hey, what's the problem?

Pardon me.

These are my people.

Vargas expedition, huh?

You disrespect me again?

Sorry. I apologize.

My friend.

Okay, come. Vamonos.

We have a long journey.

I hope you got A/C.

Of course.

Of course. Three kind.

So our good boss,

Mr. Vargas,

he's sure going through a lot of

trouble for a rusty old knife, no?

It's not the dagger.

It's the pedigree.

The Quayin Dagger once belonged

to Pedro Arias Alvarado,

one of the most decorated

conquistadors of all time.

By "decorated"

he means "ruthless. "

Tomato, "tomato. "

Harry fancies himself

a modern-day conqueror,

so he squanders millions

combing the world

for any vestige

of Spanish imperialism.

If it's so distasteful, why

lower yourself for a paycheck?

Hey, his money is as

good as anybody's, no?

Look out!

Are they junta?

No junta this far north.

They're guerrillas.

General Gomez' men.

Don't worry.

We're like brothers. He

divorced my cousin last year.

So who exactly is winning

this little war of theirs?

How American of you to believe

someone actually wins in war.

If they didn't,

we'd all be British.

Put it on.

What's this?

Little gift from Carla,

so she can keep tabs on us.

Looks like it came

out of a cereal box.

Yeah?

What's wrong with it?

It's called a hidden

treasure for a reason.

There's no maps.

There's a million acres

of uncharted land out there.

Without that map, we'd

wander around for 10 lifetimes

and never see

the same tree twice.

Where does Harry

get his intel?

Harry never

reveals his sources.

But trust me,

they're reliable.

Hey, Lin, what's at the

bottom of this Yamballi stele?

It's calendrics.

Or glyphs.

Instructions

of some kind.

No, they're

astrological symbols.

The ones at the top, but these

glyphs are non-sequential.

All right. Should I be

taking notes or what?

What's a glyph?

Tribal writing, like

Egyptian hieroglyphics.

That's how they

passed down stories.

Boring details like grain

inventories, birthdays.

Tribal customs

or warnings.

Yes. Ancient secrets,

mysterious curses. Ooh!

It's been well documented. He'd

know if he bothered to read.

What's that

supposed to mean?

Figure it out.

It's on the quiz.

Get down, get down,

get down.

What?

Get down.

I said get down.

Get down.

All right, let's go.

Don't you think all the

whistles and clenched fists

might be a bit

over the top?

You want to go toe to toe

with heavily armed guerrillas,

you be my guest.

Just watch out

for the jaguars.

And don't forget

the one-armed monkeys.

I thought you said we had a

guaranteed perimeter for Gomez.

We do.

What's that?

Tracks like that wouldn't

survive a strong rain.

You, come here!

Where is Makai?

Mmm-mmm.

You tell him to

pick up his mess.

Where am I

supposed to look?

So, Doc, what kind of warning

signs should we look out for?

It's okay, Captain. You

don't need to placate me.

I look like the kind of

guy who placates people?

And it's Sergeant.

It could be

pretty much anything.

Invocation of deities

to ward off theft,

keep explorers from

trampling on their graves.

Invocation.

You mean like curses?

Something like that.

Would they have

devised defenses?

You mean

like booby traps?

Something like that.

It's only in the movies.

Nobody asked you.

Whatever.

Oh!

Hey, check this out.

No, thank you.

No, no. I'm serious.

Come here.

When I pull my zipper

down, I usually get lucky,

but never like this.

Wow!

A real conquistador.

Flesh and bone.

This thing's got

to be 500 years old.

"Jungle of the dead. "

That's what

the Yamballi call it.

Don't you mean

"called it"?

They're extinct,

remember?

Why "jungle of the dead"?

Because it's cursed.

Has been for centuries.

A lot of Spanish explorers

came to this part of the world.

Not many left.

The name stuck.

Bastards!

Thought the world

was theirs to conquer.

It was 500 years ago,

man. Let it go, huh?

Lin claims it's authentic.

Sounds like

you're getting close.

Any reports of guerrilla

movement in the area?

Hold on.

Latest intel has them

40 miles east. Why?

Oh, nothing.

Just a hunch.

Let me know

if you hear anything.

Yes. Well, I don't care what

he thinks. I paid for results.

Look, if he can't do it, get the

money back and find someone who can.

Good news, Miss Manning,

that's all I have time for.

Happy to oblige.

I uploaded a photo the

team just sent through.

It's on the server, and I think

you'll find it very encouraging.

I'm boarding now,

so give me a minute.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Excellent.

Uh, Sergeant McCall is

concerned about the guerrillas,

but I assured him... No, I

thought we bought a window.

We did. 48 hours.

But General Gomez doesn't

exactly hand out receipts.

Oh, whoa!

There it is.

There it is.

You know, that brave man could

very well be one of my ancestors.

I think we're close.

With any luck we'll be out

of here in eight hours.

There's no such thing

as luck, Miss Manning.

Only determination

and perseverance.

Guys!

I think this is it.

No, no, no. Hold on.

No one said anything

about robbing graves.

The Yamballi connected

everything to circadian rhythms,

so all the tombs

should face east.

Circadian rhythms?

Most tribal cultures

base their customs

off the patterns

of Mother Nature.

Moon, sun, planets.

Look for the one

that runs north-south.

You just said

they all face east.

Not the one

we're after.

Hey, wait.

Respect the dead or they

make trouble for you.

Relax, man.

We're not digging up

random graves.

All right? I'll know it when I see it.

Everybody just fan out.

What killed them off,

the Yamballi?

The usual suspects.

Germs, guns, steel.

White people, basically.

Yeah, next you'll be

blaming global warming.

I was going to add

multinational corporations,

but I know

you're a stockholder.

That's right, baby.

The next time you reach

for a life-saving drug,

remember it's

from a multinational.

Hey, guys?

North-south.

This looks promising.

These are ideograms.

Glyphs.

"One heart for all hearts. "

Come on. Let's get this

sucker off, huh? Shovel.

Hold on, hold on.

Let me read this first.

Why? You still working on your

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