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(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Narrator] According to
legend, extraterrestrials,

spacemen from other planets, visited Earth

in prehistoric times.

Primitive people called them gods.

It was said that these
ancient time travellers

left behind them evidence of their visits.

Strange archaeological wonders,

scattered about our planet Earth.

Stonehenge in Great Britain,
perhaps an ancient calendar.

The great pyramids of Egypt,
said to be a vast storehouse

of secret mathematical
and scientific information

as old as time itself.

From prehistoric times,

the forces of both good
and evil have been working

to unlock these secrets left
as a legacy by the gods.

(tools clinking)

Centuries ago, a sacred
stone tablet was hidden

in a subterranean cavern and guarded

by a chosen race of people.

Within this stone tablet, lay the key

to all earthly power and knowledge.

- It's a stone.

- [Narrator] This tablet was
broken into three pieces,

which was stolen by grave robbers.

(man laughs)
(stone buzzing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Oh, dammit!

(stone crumbling)

(earth rumbling)

(man screaming)

(indistinct yelling)

(rocks tumble and bang)

(bright orchestral music)

(plane whirring)

(engine revving)

- [Harris] It was August, 1945,

just before the end of World War II.

All I knew was what I'd been told,

report to a secret air base and fly

an American plane to Washington.

- Identification.

Flight Lieutenant Harris.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Okay, Corporal.

- Flight Lieutenant Harris.

- Appleton.

How's the arm?
- Fine, thanks, sir.

- Good, keep smiling.

- Thank you, sir.

(engine revving)

- So that was Harris.

I thought he was dead.

- No, he's not dead.

If it wasn't for him, I would be.

(water splashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)
(metal clinking)

(dog barking)

- Sir, I'll put your bag on the plane.

(dog barking)

- Come here.

Good boy.

- Well, Harris.

- Savage.

- Squadron leader Savage now, Harris.

I'm in charge of this mission,

and this time you'll do as I say.

- Yes, sir.
- Welcome aboard.

(tense orchestral music)

(plane whirring)

(vehicle approaching)

- Savage.
- General.

- So this is your famous
flight, Lieutenant Harris.

I'm Hackett.
- General.

- Heard a lot of nice
things about you, Harris.

Of course, my government
would never have cleared you

to fly one of our machines
if you weren't known

as one of the best pilots in the business.

(bottles clinking)
I hope you know

the Pacific as, ah, well as
your reputation says you do.

- Spoils of war, General.

- That's Kentucky whiskey.

Just part of our precious cargo, Harris.

- (whistles) That part
of our precious cargo?

(Hackett chuckles)
- Thank you.

- Yeah. After you.

- Harris.

Glad you could make it, Reverend.

- Squadron Leader.

- Flight Lieutenant Harris.
This is Reverend Mitchell.

He's with the Australian
Institute of Theology.

He'll be coming with us.
- Reverend.

- How do you do?

I'd like you to meet
my assistant, Melanie,

who is also my daughter.

- Welcome aboard.

Now I'm looking forward to this flight.

- Unfortunately, not this time.

- That is unfortunate.

- Let's get going.

- Reverend.

(footsteps shuffling)

- Carry on.

- Bye, Dad. Take care.

- Yeah, right. Over here.

(bright orchestral music)

(cargo clattering)

- Sullivan.

(whistles) I think we left
the best piece behind.

(dramatic orchestral music)
(planes whirring)

(dramatic music continues)

- [Dispatcher] (indistinct) Flight 109,

you are clear to taxi
along flightpath two.

- Roger, tower.

(planes whirring)

(dramatic music continues)

(chattering on radio)

(planes whirring)

- Guardian Angel to flight 109er.

We have to leave you here.

Have a safe trip home, over.

- Flight 109er to
Guardian Angel, thank you.

See you later. Out.

- Spencer, can you give
me a course projection?

- Yes sir.

We're currently on
heading zero four niner.

- That's a crazy course for Washington.

Who plotted that?

- I did.

- Ah.

Oh well, I hear French Polynesia's

very nice this time of year.

- Our orders, flight lieutenant,

are to go Bora Bora on
route to Washington.

We have to collect an associate
of the Reverend Mitchell's

who's involved in the
same line of research.

- What kind of research is that?

- Classified.

- Ah, that kind.

(bright orchestral music)
(planes whirring)

(planes whirring)

Can you take over for a while?
I wanna stretch my legs.

- Next refilling stop
is in two hours, sir.

- Thank you, Spencer.

- Logan, would you get
me some of my medicine?

(plane whirring)

(thunder rumbling)

- Enjoying the flight, General?

- Nah.

(liquor sloshing)

(knocking)

- Not too crazy about flying, Reverend?

- I usually try to avoid it at all costs.

This trip is necessary, unfortunately.

- I love flying.

Heights I'm not too fond of.

(both laughing)

This your work?

- This is my life.

- What's in that cargo, Reverend?

- Oh, just a few old bits and
pieces, flight lieutenant.

And part of an ancient jigsaw puzzle.

(chalk scraping)

(sparks zapping)
(man screaming)

(intense music)

- You all right? What
is going on back there?

Get up here and fly this
plane.' On the double!

(plane rumbling)

- Case this crate! Steady, Savage!

- 109er to require escort.

- What the hell's happening?

- We're under attack.
- I'm taking over.

Where's that escort?

(intense music)
(lightning striking)

(electricity buzzing)

- Sir, I'm not getting any
response from Valentine.

- Harris, take evasive action'.

Sullivan, contact the escort!

We're under attack!

Order them to open up and fly in blind!

- Fly in blind? What at?

- The enemy!

- Come in flight, 109er!
We're under enemy attack!

Respond immediately, over!

- Anyone see the enemy?

(planes whirring)

- Flight 109, we've lost visual contact.

(plane rumbling)
(lightning striking)

(crate clattering)

- Tanker flight 109er to fighter escort.

Do you read, over? Come in, dammit!

Where the hell are you, Valentine?

Nothing, nothing in sight, sir.

- Some escort you've given me.

- Samota, this is special
flight 109. Do you read, over?

- Come in 109. We read you loud and clear.

- Do you have our Dakota
on your radar scope, over?

- Negative. We have two blips
only, you and your partner,

The Dakota disappeared from
our scope a few moments ago.

- Thank you, Samota, out.

Abbott, we've only got
two hours of fuel left.

Let's circle back.

- I'll take the left flank.

(planes whirring)

(plane rumbling)
(lightning striking)

(Hackett screaming)

- What is it, Harris?
- I don't believe it, sir.

What have you done?

- "SOS, Titanic, collided with
iceberg off Newfoundland."

This follows their position.

- Impossible, the Titanic
sank over 30 years ago.

(sparks zapping)
(alarms beeping)

Come on.

- Harris!

(plane rumbling)
(wind howling)

(intense music continues)

(statue whooshing)
- Holy hell.

- We understand there has been a shooting.

The presidential car coming up now.

We know it's the presidential car.

I can see Mrs. Kennedy.
(glass shattering)

(sparks zapping)

(debris banging)

(metal clanking)
- Tranquillity base here.

The eagle has landed.

- That's one small step
for man, one giant leap...

- Sullivan, send down a mayday'.

(sparks zapping)

- The thing is hot! (Screaming)

(plane rumbling)

(static white noise)

- They're blaming us'.
- They're crooks!

The bastard.'

(planes whirring)

- Christ, look...

(plane whirring)

(glass cracking)
(sparks zapping)

(Hackett groaning)

(window clanks)

- Back up'.
(belt snaps)

(wind howling)

(man screaming)

- We're going in, Savage. Tell the others.

Get the life jackets ready. Savage?

(plane rumbling)

Brace yourselves'.

(water splashing)

(water rushing)

(Harris gasping)

- Great. Great.

What do we do now? Sink?

(water bubbling)

- Uh!

Jump to it, Savage.

(water sloshing)

We've got 30 seconds to get outta here

before this crate sinks.

Hackett, take this dingy, get it out.

- Right.

(water bubbling)

(air hissing)

- Squadron leader, help me with this box.

- You're not putting that
thing in the dinghy, Savage.

- We're delivering this
cargo. And that's an order.

- I lost five good men up there.

I'm not risking any more lives for this.

(water splashing)
- You can't!

- Too late. Okay, General, move it.

- I'm gonna have you court martialed.

- See you in court.
- You're my witness to this,

General Hackett.

- No, I'll have to go back from Mr. Logan.

- Reverend, in you get.
I'll look after him.

(water splashing)

- Savage, wait! You can't leave him!

- We have to.

We'll be pulled under by
the suction if we stay here.

That Harris is a irresponsible bastard!

(water bubbling)

- No you don't, Logan.
(Logan gasping)

You're not gonna be number
six, if I can help it. Ow!

(water sloshing and bubbling)

(tense orchestral music)

(plane creaking)

(water splashing)

(Logan grunting)

Come on, Savage. Get him in there.

Be careful. I think he's drifting back.

- Easy.
- That's it, take it easy.

- Easy, Logan.

(Logan groaning)

- Thanks, mate. Ah.

(water bubbling)

(plane creaking)

(water splashing)

(lightning striking)

- What the hell happened up there, Harris?

- I wish I knew, General.

(eerie orchestral music)

(ship creaking)

(metal clanking)

- What is this place?

- El mar de los barcos perdidos.

- What?

- The sea of lost ships.

(eerie music continues)

(water splashing)

(metal clanking)

(eerie music continues)

(lightning striking)

- My God.

- Incredible.

A ghost ship searching the secret oceans

of the dead for its lost crew.

- I see it and I still don't believe it.

According to all official reports,

the USS Idaho, the ship
we see before us now,

disappeared years ago.

(water splashing)

- Savage, you stay here with Logan.

- I'm still in command
of this mission, Harris.

- I said, look after Logan.

(footsteps shuffling)

(door creaking)

- Here's the log.

- "19th of September, 1943.

At 2:20, the crew is...(blowing)

Crew is readied, signal
Eldridge has been received.

Devices on, green fire
everywhere, orange light.

Eldridge vanished, 0300,

skies purple, compass wild, strange light.

Sense of motion, ship groaning
as if about to break up.

0610, sky now black, the sea vanished.

0820, we are lost.

The ship has hit a storm
of mammoth proportions.

The compass is behaving erratically.

0930, the ankle line breaks.

1200, the USS Idaho fails
to respond to the helm.

The sky is changing colours. We lost land.

Birds cited to the west.

Storm has subsided. The sea is calm.

1600, cited some giant stone
heads on a distant island.

1606, the captain and crew going ashore."

(eerie orchestral music)

That's where the ship's log ends.

Well, Reverend, what
do you think happened?

- Two years ago, the US
Navy conducted secret tests

with two ships, the
Idaho and the Eldridge.

So-called Philadelphia Experiment.

It was a progression of
Einstein's Unified Field Theory.

- What are you talking about?

- Anti-matter.

Using an ancient device,

they made the ships invisible

and then brought them back again.

Huh. Only the Idaho never came back.

- Find the radio room. See if it works.

(footsteps receding)

(suspenseful music)
(water dripping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dishes rattling)

- The radio's out.
- Yes, so is the engine.

All right, Reverend, let's go.

- No, no, we stay here
till someone rescues us.

- Out here? And how many years?

(eerie whistling)

(static buzzing and whirring)

What was that?

- An apparition.

They don't exist.

- Well, I saw something up
there and it was no apparition

that dragged us down here.

- Take a look.

- Savage, I think we're
better offgoing ashore.

- I'm with you, Commander.

- [Harris] August, 1945.

I commenced a log of my own.

We'd been drifting for days.

We lost Logan and Hackett.

There were three of us.

(tense orchestral music)

- I thought so.

The Isla de Pascua.

- The what?

- I know of only three
such places on this globe.

The Bermuda Triangle, the Devil's Sea,

and el mar de los barcos perdidos

off the coast of Easter Island.

I believe that's where we are.

- Rubbish.

- This is our last known position.

The edge of this circle was as far

as we could have flown in any direction.

We didn't have any more fuel on board.

So if that's Easter Island,

we're 5,000 miles off course.

- Then how did we get here?

- We were brought here.

(sphere buzzing and whirring)

- It's gone.

We should have stayed on board the Idaho.

- Oh yeah? Don't fancy taking
my chances on a mirage.

(wind whistling)

(water sloshing)

(Mitchell shivering)

(Mitchell breathes uneasily)

(waves lapping)

- Don't waste it on him.
- Shut up.

(Mitchell breathes uneasily)

(Savage scoffing)
(ship horn blaring)

(ship horn blaring)

(flare gun fires)

(bright orchestral music)

- Flight 109 became obscured by cloud.

I lost radio contact. So did Abbott.

I contacted Samota but they'd lost him

on their radar scope.

We searched until our fuel
reserves ran low and turned back.

- The Flight Lieutenant
Harris says he ditched

his plane near Easter Island.

What do you say to that?

- Well, I'd say that such a plane

with such a range hasn't
been invented yet.

- Where you picked up
the survivors, Captain,

was it anywhere near Easter Island?

- No, sir.

- Get Mitchell. He knows what happened.

He'll tell the truth.

- Squadron Leader Savage has supplied us

with a sworn affidavit
from the Reverend Mitchell.

It more than substantiates the evidence

we have heard here today.

Bring in Squadron Leader Savage.

- I swear by almighty
God that the evidence

which I shall give before
this court shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.

- Were there any signs of an enemy attack?

- No, sir.

Harris disobeyed my orders.

He was behaving irrationally.

He...
- No, please continue,

Squadron Leader.
- Look, sir,

I don't want to,

I don't wanna crucify the man.

- Just tell us what happened.

- He claimed we were
thousands of miles off course,

well beyond the limit of our fuel.

But he was cracking up, hallucinating.

I think he just got us lost.

And when we ran out of fuel,

he ditched the plane in the sea.

- You lying bastard.

What are you doing?

Tell them what really happened.

Tell them what happened!

- You will be charged
with attempting to strike

a superior officer.
- He's lying'.

- Take him away.
- Why are you lying, Savage?

(tense orchestral music)

(indistinct chattering)
(chains jangling)

(door closes)

- Flight Lieutenant Harris.

(soft dramatic music)

You have served your country well.

I think everybody in this
room is aware of the tragedy

which now confronts us.

The decision of this
tribunal is that you shall be

taken from here and placed
in a military prison.

(birds chirping)

- Harris, you must help
me to find my father.

He said I could trust you.

- Keep moving.
- Please.

(Melanie sighs)

(engine starting)

(horns honking)
(indistinct chattering)

- Is there any word from my father?

- Ah, no, Miss Mitchell.

Ah, will you ring the bell
when you leave and lock up?

Save my old legs a walk to the east wing.

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

(gun scraping)
(fist whacking)

(tyres screeching)
- He's getting away!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Harris grunting)

Further on! Go!

- I wanna see Colonel Brien.

- Well can I see your authority?

- This is my authority. Take me to him.

Come on, move.

(doors banging)
- Ah.'

- Working late, Brien?

Tell me about Mitchell.

Tell me about my cargo.

- That's classified.
- Unclassify it.

- You lost your way, Harris.

It all came out in the inquiry.

What the hell are you doing here, anyway?

You're meant to be in prison.

- They let me out for good behaviour.

I want that affidavit.

(hammer clicking)

(drawer opens)

(footsteps running)
- Colonel Brien, sir?

Flight Lieutenant Harris'.
- He attacked me!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(window shattering)

(body rumbling)

(gun scraping)
(alarm ringing)

- Corporal!

Corporal, fire!
(gun firing)

(tyres screeching)

(switches clicking)

(clock ticking)

- Gus?
(door creaking)

Gus is that you?

(door creaking)

(footsteps tapping)

Gus?

(door creaking)

(gun firing)
(Melanie screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(door creaking)

Ah!

(Melanie panting)

(chain jangling)
Ah!

Oh! (Screaming)

(Melanie panting)

(elevator buzzing)

(Melanie breathes uneasily)

(doorknob clattering)

(Melanie gasping)

(elevator whirring)
Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(elevator clanks)

Oh. (Grunting)

(doors closing)

(elevator whirring)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Melanie breathes uneasily)

(pin clicking)

(grenade thudding)

(Melanie screaming)
(grenade exploding)

(women screaming)

(elevator screeching)

(body slamming)

(Melanie groaning)

(footsteps tapping)

(hammer clicking)
(gun firing)

(suspenseful music continues)

(grate clattering)

(Melanie groaning)

(wires creaking)

(Melanie breathing uneasily)

(Harris groaning)

(wires creaking)

- Shouldn't hang around
in places like this.

- Someone's trying to kill me.

- I knew there'd be
some simple explanation.

(Melanie groaning)

(wires snapping)

(elevator scraping)

(Melanie gasping)

(elevator slamming)

- Why won't you help me to find my father?

- Why won't you tell me
what was in our cargo?

- Look, I've told you.

I don't know.

- Lies. Everybody's lying.

You're not levelling
with me, Miss Mitchell.

Someone's trying to
kill you, Miss Mitchell.

Someone's taken your
father. I think it's Savage.

Now unless you start providing
me with some answers,

I can't help you, I
can't prove I'm not mad.

You've gotta trust me.

(soft dramatic music)

What would Savage want from your father?

- Hmm.

A piece of stone.

- A piece of stone?

Part of an ancient jigsaw puzzle?

- Yes, Harris.

Part of a stone tablet.

There are three pieces.

One is on Easter Island somewhere,

and one is with my father's colleague,

Professor Esquith on Bora Bora.

- And the third was in
that box on my plane.

- Dad believes that the
ancient people of Easter Island

had mystical powers, could move mountains,

levitate stone structures.

- And drag planes from the sky.

Phew.

And when you put these
three pieces together...

- You have a source of unlimited
power for good or evil.

(eerie orchestral music)

- Why would Savage wanna go to Ayers Rock?

- It's another monolith, Harris.

Another source of power.

Dad has a research station there.

- Ah, so that's where they are.

That's where we go now.

- I haven't told you everything.

There's a curse.

He who disturbs the sacred
moai will meet death.

- Oh, come on, Mitch.

I don't believe in curses.

(water dripping)
(footsteps approaching)

(tense orchestral music)

- Harris got hold of the affidavit,

but it won't do him any good.

He died trying to save your daughter.

- What have you done to her?

- She's dead too.

So now there's no one to stop us

putting the three pieces together.

I mean, we wouldn't want all that power

to fall into the wrong hands, would we?

- You're gonna steal that plane?

- No. Just gonna borrow it for a while.

(door creaking)
Get back!

(vehicle approaching)

- You don't have to shove so hard.

Come on.

(engine revving)

Don't move.

Wanna book two tickets on the next flight.

Now, turn around slowly.

Appleton.

We meet again.

- Sir. What are you doing here.

- Lady and me are gonna borrow this crate.

- Huh, sorry, sir. I can't lend it to you.

- Then we'll have to steal it.

- Whatever you say, sir.

Sir, to show I've done my duty.

- Oh, I can't do that, Appleton.

- Huh.

(fist whacking)

- Why'd you hit him so
hard? He's a friend of mine.

- Come on.

- Sorry, pal.
(plane whirring)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Higgins Tower to Dakota.
Identify yourself immediately.

Do you read? Over.

- Higgins Tower, I don't read you.

You're breaking up.

- If Savage has taken my father,

wouldn't he go after
Professor Esquith too?

- Well, if they're not at Ayers Rock,

next stop, Bora Bora.

(plane whirring)

(soft dramatic music)

Take over.

- No.
- Come on, it's easy.

Just let it fly itself.
- Harris!

(plane whirring)

- Gentle. Be gentle with her.

(Melanie sighing)

(bright orchestral music)

That's more like it.

(plane whirring)

(Harris chuckling)

- I've had enough.

(Melanie sighing)

(Harris whistling)

(plane whirring)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Melanie humming)

(gun firing)

- Get down, Mitch!
(windshield cracking)

(gun firing)

- Thought the war was over.

- Maybe the Air Force
want their plane back.

Hang on tight, Mitch.
- What are you gonna do?

- We can't shoot back. So we're
gonna try and shake 'em off.

(planes whirring)

- What the hell are you doing?

(gun firing)
(Melanie gasping)

Harris.
- Hang on.

(gun firing)
(plane whirring)

- Where have they gone?

Harris, look!

(gun firing)

(Melanie gasping)

- Savage can't fly like that.

Who the hell is it?

(propellor clattering)
- Harris.

We're on fire.
- Oh!

- What are you gonna do?
Can't we just fly away?

(button clicking)
What are you doing?

- We'll have to feather the engine.

- What's that?

(lever squeaking)

(propellor clattering)

Damn!
- What?

- Well none of that worked. Take over.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Where are you going?

- Going out on the wing.

(plane whirring)
- Harris!

Come back here! Don't leave me!

Oh.'

- Somebody's gotta go out there

and put that fire out, Mitch.

You or me.

- I'll toss you for it.

Heads you win, tails I lose.

What do you say?

- I say I'm going out through that hatch.

- Do you really think it's possible

to go out there on the wing?

- Possible but difficult.

Especially if you're scared of heights.

- Well I'm not scared of heights.

- I am.

(hatch bangs)

(wind whistling)

(plane whirring)

You'll find a parachute
back there if you need it.

- You mean we're going through all this

and there's a parachute back there?

- Only one.

(suspenseful music continues)

Oh.

(plane whirring)

(wind whistling)

(Melanie breathes uneasily)

(plane whirring)

(gun firing)

(bullets ricocheting)
(Harris screaming)

(plane whirring)

- Oh! Ah'.

Oh.'

- Ah! Oh'.

(suspenseful music continues)

(Harris coughing)

(wind whistling)

(Harris groaning)

Come on. Oh!

(Melanie gasping)

(bright orchestral music)

Ow!

(plane whirring)

Oh, shit.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun firing)
Ow!

(bullets ricocheting)

(trigger clicking)

(plane whirring)

(bright orchestral music)

(window shattering)

Oh.'

(Harris breathes heavily)

- She's all yours.

- You got the makings of a pilot.

- Thanks, but no thanks.

(Harris chuckling)

(bright music continues)

(plane whirring)

(birds squawking)

(motorcycle buzzing)
- Woo'.

(upbeat piano music)
(customers chattering)

(cleaver whacking)

(man blowing)

(customers chattering)

- The lady a drink.

- I'll have a Nazi fizz.

- Beer for me.

We're looking for the Reverend Mitchell,

the research station.

You seen him?

- Well now, you go and ask O'Reilly there.

He saw them.

(chicken clucking)

- Thanks

- O'Reilly?

- What's it to you?

- I want some information.
- Huh.

It'll cost ya.

(cash crinkling)

- I'm willing to pay.

- I'll play you for it.

- I play for high stakes.

(gun taps)

(egg cracking)

- Sit down.

- Forget the cards.

Let's play a man's game.

You know Russian roulette?

- Oh yeah.

- Each click of the
trigger, I get an answer.

Each of your clicks, you get my stake.

(barrel clicking)
- Harris, you're crazy.

(gun taps)
- You first, Harris.

- Two men in here recently
from the research station.

Who were they?

- Pull the trigger first.

(trigger clicks)

There were three. One was savage.

He left town.

(trigger clicks)

(O'Reilly chuckling)

- The other two?

- Where's your stake?

(chuckles) That piece of
junk ain't worth nothing.

(amulet jangling)

- Other two?

(trigger clicks)

- Had a young bloke in tow,
Valentine and a person.

(trigger clicking)

(O'Reilly chuckling)

- Okay, O'Reilly, let's see
what you're really made of.

Where did they go?

- Stake

- Gimme your necklace.

- Oh, come on Harris. Quit it.

That's all we need to know.

- Can't stop now. I'll lose my amulet.

(Melanie sighing)

(necklace jangling)

Where did they go, O'Reilly?

(trigger clicks)

(O'Reilly laughing)

- No idea.

(hammer clicks)

(suspenseful music)

- Not good enough.

(O'Reilly sniffing)

You gonna pull the trigger?

How many clicks have there been, O'Reilly?

Do you know?

I'm not sure. I lost count
in all the excitement.

Well, O'Reilly, you feel lucky?

(gun fires)

(Harris laughing)

- Thanks, you bastard!

- You lost, O'Reilly.

(fists whacking)
(bottles clinking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I don't think they like us.

- Just do what I do.
(fist whacking)

(fist whacking)
Oh.'

- You're pretty good.
- You're not bad yourself.

Let's do a bit more.

(fist whacking)
(crate shattering)

(fists whacking)

- Harris, duck!

(bottle shattering)

(board thuds)
- Oh!

(knife whooshing)

(chicken whacks)
(body thuds)

Glad I ducked.

- Hey, that was fun.

You always fight like that?

- Sometimes I fight dirty.

(board whacks)
Oh.'

(Harris groaning)

- Let go of me, you cruddy. Oh!

(groaning) Oh, let go!

Leave me alone.'

(engine revving)

- Get into it.
- Yeah.

- Hey.

- Excuse me, fella. That's
my Jeep you're leaning on.

If you don't mind. Thank you very much.

(fist whacks)
Oh.'

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(engines revving)

- Oh!
- Wait.

- Ah.'

- Oh no.
- Careful.

Come on.
- Oh!

Ah!

(barrel slamming)

(barrel banging)

(man screaming)
(barrel slams)

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music continues)

(horn blaring)

- Woof, woof!

(man grunting)

(fist whacking)
(man screaming)

(electricity zapping)
(man screaming)

(engines revving)

(fists whacking)

(fist whacking)
- Oh, ah!

(mirror snapping)

Ah!

Oh.'

(windshield shattering)

(fist whacking)

Ow!

(head slamming)

(fist whacking)

- The lady's with me, Clyde!

(kick thuds)

(hand thuds)

- Oh! Oh!

(feet scraping)

(body slamming)

- What kept you?

- I didn't know you were into bondage.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(man screaming)

- Harris!

(man screaming)
(gate smashing)

- Go!

(man screaming)

(truck exploding)

( 're crackling)

- You really do fight dirty.

- Only sometimes.

(Melanie sighs)

(train rumbling)

(train clattering)

(soft orchestral music)

- You certainly heal quickly.

- Just flesh words.

- Mm. So I see.

- I only did it to get
your undivided attention.

- I only wore this to get yours.

- It worked.

- Just do what I do.

- Mm-hmm.

(switch clicks)
What's that?

- Go to sleep.

- Making it hard.

- Sleep on it, Harris.

(waves lapping)

(water sloshing)

- Hayes! Where are you hiding?

There is the old perv. (Laughs)

I knew you'd be either
stinking drunk or fishing.

- Yeah, you're right on both counts.

(both laughing)

Oh, you're looking good.

- Ah, I don't wanna talk to you, Harris.

(both laughing)

- I thought you'd say that.

(both laughing)

Meet Melanie Mitchell.

You can call her Mitch.

- Yeah. He keeps better
company than you do.

(both laughing)

- I wanna borrow your plane.

(Hayes laughing)

- No way.

- Ah, come on, Hayes.

This time I'll bring it back.

(both laughing)

- No way. No way.

(Harris chuckling)

It's not enough.

(Harris laughing)
- Hey.

(both laughing)

Ah. Yeah, the keys are in it.

(both laughing)

(cap pops)

(Hayes laughing)

(bright orchestral music)

(plane whirring)

(plane whirring)

(water sloshing)

(exotic music)

(machete whacking)
(birds chirping)

(wind whistling)

(thunder rumbling)

- Professor Esquith? Professor?

(door creaking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful music continues)

(lightning striking)

(lantern clinking)

(lightning striking)
(Melanie blowing)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Oh! (Screams)
- Hey!

- Harris!

- He's been dead at least a day.

And Savage didn't shoot him.

- How do you know that?
- He's not that good a shot.

(suspenseful music continues)

(Melanie gasps)

- Professor Esquith.

- Where would he keep the tablet?

- In the study.

(lightning striking)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Tell me about this device
Esquith's been working on.

- Harris, don't touch that!
(switch clicks)

(machine whirring)
(windows banging)

(rain pouring)
(lightning striking)

(machine ringing)

(house rumbling)

(spear clattering)

(floor creaking)

- We have to turn off the switch.

(Harris grunting)

(glass shattering)

(stones buzzing)

(Melanie gasping)

(figures exploding)

- Whatever's in this
house was in my plane!

- He who disturbs the sacred moai

will feel the hands of death!

(Harris groaning)

(both groaning)

(glass shattering)
(sparks zapping)

(wind whistling)

(groans) Try and reach it.'

(Harris groaning)

(knife whooshing)
Ah!

(electricity zapping)

No!

Uh!
(glass shattering)

(machine whirring off)

(electricity buzzing)

- Good shot.

- Oh, oh, oh.

(rain pouring)

Ah. Mm.

Oh. Ah.

Mm.

- Dad!

- Melanie, I thought
you had, oh, thank God!

- I've been so worried.

- You must hurry. You have to stop him.

- I'm not going to leave you.

- You must, if Savage gets to
Easter Island before you do,

who knows what forces he'll unleash.

- But Father-
- No.

- Harris, take care of
her, but stop savage.

- I'll do my best, Reverend,

but Melanie should stay with you.

- No. She has the knowledge
that may save both your lives.

She understands the source of the power.

She must go with you.

(plane whirring)

(bright orchestral music)

- I don't know how you expect to find it.

There's a lot of ocean down there.

- Well, we're flying the
DC-3's last known course.

If my calculations are not wrong,

we should be near it.

(bright music continues)

- I don't believe it. I see it.

- That's it.

(plane whirring)

(water splashing)

(water sloshing)

When I find the crate
and tie this rope to it,

I'll give it three tugs.

You think you're strong
enough to pull it up?

- It and you.

(water burbling and splashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(air hissing)

(water bubbling)

(suspenseful music continues)

(water bubbling)

(air hissing)

(water burbling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(air hissing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(water bubbling)

(air hissing)

(heart beating)

(intense orchestral music)

(water burbling)

(air hissing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(air hissing)

(water bubbling)

(wood cracking)

(crate buzzing and whirring)

(air hissing)

(crate clattering)

(water splashing)

(Melanie grunting)

- Good girl, you've
saved us a lot of work,

but I'm afraid your
friend is going to have

to stay down there with the sharks.

They've always said he
had more lives than a cat,

but I think he's just used his last one.

(intense orchestral music)

(water splashing)

(plane whirring)

(water splashing)

(bright orchestral music)

(plane whirring)

(water splashing)

(water spraying)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wind whistling)

(bright orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(bright orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wind whistling)

(birds chirping)

(Melanie panting)

- All right, Savage.

There's your cave.

- What about the girl?
- Forget her, forget her.

(Melanie sighing)
I've got what I want.

Aladdin's cave of untold power.

(water dripping)

(wind whistling)

(eerie music)

This is it, Valentine.

This is what we've been looking for.

It's all here.

Just like Professor
Esquith said it would be.

Come on.

(crate scraping)

(water dripping)

(Valentine breathes heavily)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Melanie panting)

(Harris whistling)
(Melanie gasps)

(bright orchestral music)

- They found the cave'.

Oh.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(wind whistling)
(water dripping)

(Valentine groaning)

- Oh my God! Help me, Savage!

Help me, Savage! (Gasping)

Help me! (Screaming)

(body scraping)

- Weak bastard.

Huh.

(wind whistling)

(crate scraping)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on.

Here, give me your hand.

(rocks scraping)

Okay, Mitch, just step where I step.

(wood cracking)
- Harris!

(rocks tumbling)

Oh! Oh!

Ah!
- Good trip?

- Oh, God.
- Yeah.

(eerie orchestral music)

Must be the crew of the Idaho.

(water dripping)

Are my, ah...?

- Uh-huh.
- So are yours.

Let's get outta here.

- Harris!

(snake rattles and hisses)

- Very gently move now.

(snake shrieking)

(suspenseful music)

(ethereal music)

(Harris whistling)

(footsteps tapping)

- It's a great library.

A repository of ancient stone books.

Knowledge as old as time itself.

- You can read it later. Come on.

(orbs zapping and whirring)

- Harris, what are we seeing here?

(plane whirring)

- Hey, that's my plane!

(orbs zapping and whooshing)

(figure buzzes and whacks)
(Melanie screaming)

(rocks tumble and crash)

- Oh!
- Hold on tightly!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Just don't look down.
- I won't.'

(rocks tumbling)

(Harris breathes heavily)

(Harris groaning)

(boards clattering)

(Savage grunting)

(smoke hissing)

(Savage panting)

(rocks tumbling)

(Melanie groaning)

(Melanie breathes heavily)

(Savage groaning)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dramatic vocalising)

(Savage grunting)

- Savage.'

- No!

(statue rumbling)

(Savage groaning and gasping)

(Savage screaming)

(tablet smashing)
Oh.'

Oh.'

(tablet buzzing)

(intense orchestral music)

Oh! Let go.'

- Find someone your own size.'

(fist whacks)

(tablets buzzing)

Get outta here!

(statue whirring and buzzing)

(Savage gasping)

(wind howling)

He who disturbs the
sacred moai meets death.

(smoke hissing)

- The pieces are back home, Harris.

Where they belong.

- Yeah, but we don't,
so let's get outta here

before the roof caves in.

(cave rumbling)

(amulet jangling)
(soft dramatic music)

- Don't throw your lucky charm away.

You might still need it.

- I do.

I plan on keeping her right beside me.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(bright orchestral music)
(plane whirring)

(bright music continues)

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(dramatic orchestral music)

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