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Can I get you anything else? No.

You're good? Okay. Yeah.

Excuse me one second.

I hope you're old enough to drink that.

Uncle Jerry! What are you doing here?

Oh. I thought you were in South America.

Nepal. And I came back early.

I couldn't miss the opportunity

to see your mother embarrass you.

Oh. You have no idea.

She's out there trying to

fix me up with my own cousin.

Better make that a double.

Coming up. So Nepal?

That sounds exciting.

I'm telling you, Flynn, there's

a lot of money to be made

in the import-export business.

If you ever want a job,

you can get out of that

stuffy library job of yours,

go out and see the world.

Jerry, I think I'm okay.

All right.

Mmm. Anyway. Excuse me.

Furniture wasn't the only

thing I picked up in Nepal.

Happy birthday, kiddo. Wow.

This is amazing. It's

a Tibetan shadow box.

From the Qing Dynasty,

judging from the woodwork.

I figured you'd know more about

the darn thing than I would.

Open it up.

That picture was taken

shortly after I met your dad.

That was, what, 38 years ago.

The two of us.

We were best friends right off the bat.

After the war, your dad met your mother.

Well, we both met her,

but he swept her off her feet.

Lucky bastard.

You know, in the hospital,

right after you were born,

your dad made me swear

that I would take care of you

if anything ever happened to him.

Now, I know I've said it before,

but I just want to remind you I'm

there for you if you ever need me.

Yeah, I know. Thank you.

Flynn, it's your turn to sing.

Jerry, oh, I didn't think

you would be able to come.

Margie, you know, what is it?

You get younger and more

beautiful every time I see you.

Come on, now. Let's join the party.

The three of us can

do a number together.

We're gonna need this.

There you are.

Well, finally everyone left, thank God.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just looking at some

old pictures of me and Dad.

I bet this day was really hard for you.

I've been thinking about him all day.

He was 32 when he died. I'm 32 now.

And I feel like I didn't

even know who he was.

You know who he was.

He was a dress salesman from

Brooklyn and he loved his family.

Now, what more did you need to know?

Him.

I hardly ever saw him.

I mean, he was always traveling.

He was gone all the time.

I mean, I've got 22 degrees.

I've got all this useless

information at the tip of my fingers.

I can't tell you one

thing about my own father.

I want to show you something.

What? What do you got?

It was very special.

He bought this at a secondhand store.

He would joke about it and say

this was the Carson family seal,

that we were descended from kings.

He would put that on

and tell you the most

extraordinary bedtime stories

about magical kingdoms

and upside-down valleys.

Yeah, and the laughing rocks.

See, I remember.

I remember.

I used to draw pictures of it for

him, waiting for him to come home.

What? You did not. You saved these?

Well, I thought you would want

them someday. To remember him.

Yeah. I remember the stories.

I remember the silly little fantasies.

But nothing about him.

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

Maybe these pictures say

more than you realize.

Oh, my God.

Hello? Judson, it's me.

I think you'd better

get over here right away.

What is it?

Well, somebody sent me

something in the mail today

and I think...

Flynn, are you--

are you still there?

There's somebody in my apartment.

Okay, I know you're in there.

I have a weapon.

Let's see if I can

find some food for you.

Flynn, are, are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Although, I think my head

might disagree with me.

You have a pretty nasty bump there.

Who--who did

this to you?

Some guy was waiting

for me when I came home.

He was probably looking for...

The scroll. It's gone. He took it.

Somebody sent it to me in the mail.

It was an ancient parchment.

Vellum or papyrus.

Probably at least 3,000 years old.

It had a little symbol in the

corner. Star of David and...

A crescent moon at the bottom.

Yeah.

How did you know that?

King Solomon's seal.

King Solomon.

It's been a while since I was

in Sunday school. Let me see.

Solomon ruled Israel during

the 10th century, B.C.

Regarded as being one of the

Bible's wisest and richest kings.

He stored his immense

wealth in a golden temple

built by 24 masons,

hand-picked by Solomon himself.

Correct. Only he didn't keep

everything in the temple.

For fear of looting, his

personal prized possessions

were secretly stored somewhere else.

Wait a minute.

Are you talking about

King Solomon's Mines?

That's just a legend, isn't it?

Hello?

Flynn, how long have you

been working here? Right.

For centuries, men have

sought Solomon's treasures.

Only the location of the

Mines has never been found.

It was rumored only the 24 masons

knew and they devised a map.

What you received in

the mail was that map.

That was a map? No, no, no, no.

Just like a bunch of

random symbols and markings.

Sometimes looks can be deceiving.

Okay, so if that was the map,

then the guys that were in my apartment

were actually looking for

King Solomon's treasure.

And you're just figuring that out now?

I got hit on the head.

Well, I'm afraid there's more.

Key of Solomon.

An ancient tome with incredible powers.

It's believed that Solomon used

those powers to rule his people.

Yeah, I've heard of this before.

It could summon the

powers of the underworld.

And it could bend space and time.

If the Key of Solomon were ever

to fall into the wrong hands...

The fate of the world, right?

Right.

Fortunately for us, the map is useless

without the legend piece to decipher it.

The map legend is located in Volubilis,

near the Roman

ruins in--in Morocco.

Roman ruins. Check.

Flynn, retrieve the map

and the legend, if you can.

The location of King Solomon's

Mines must never be found.

Boy. That whole "I'm off on a mission

"where there's a good chance

I'll probably die" feeling,

that never really goes away, does it?

Look, don't worry.

Just do what I've taught you

to do, and--and you'll be fine.

Your plane leaves in two hours.

You're going to Casablanca.

Casablanca?

You mean like the movie Casablanca?

Oh, I love that movie.

Charleen,

"I think this is the beginning

of a beautiful friendship."

No, it's not.

Be safe. Don't get killed.

Save your receipts.

Did you tell him?

No.

You should have told him.

He'll find out soon enough.

Rick's American Cafe,

and make it snappy, pal.

From the movie Casablanca.

How delightfully original of you.

The Volubilis ruins, please.

Volubilis ruins, Bogey.

Sorry, sorry.

You're not digging deep enough.

We haven't even broken

through the sedimentary layer.

Miss Emily, we've been

digging for weeks and weeks

and we have found nothing.

Well, then, we widen the grid.

We've done that already. Twice.

Do it again. Till we find something.

Who's that?

Keep digging.

Excuse me? Can I help you?

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