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There are so many mysteries, as I once dismissed as mere stories,

of the line between myth and truth has blurred.

There are secrets out there that can alter the world,

change in the course of history as we know it.

For good, or evil.

After our last adventure, we set aside our differences for a common cause.

Dr. Joseph's family journal led us on our hunt for

the spiral of Ketsol Kautol, an anchor tradition.

It was believed to have power over time and

space, so we weren't the only ones looking for it.

Not this time, Dr. Jones.

Seems like not too long ago I was staring down the barrel of your gun.

Funny how time shifts things.

Put your hands down, you embarrassing us.

Looks like you brought some friends, huh?

Seems you've done the same, Volgan.

It's general Volgan now.

Thank you, Dr.

Jones, for the journal.

Now all we need is the key.

Tell me where that is, and I'll let you both go.

Is now a bad time for a potty break?

One more time? I need to take.

Craft, grab the idol.

We'll need that once we figure out where this thing leads.

Did you see that?

The golden statue of your mom?

Longs in the museum, and now they have it.

We need to get out of here and see Laura.

You're right.

She's probably helpless without us.

I didn't even push sooner, and we're only gonna bow.

Help me here for check-box!

She's out there, cold, afraid, horrible.

Normally, that's my kind of girl.

We delayed the most bid done.

That hurt.

We have the journal. We want that far off.

Now, when they're ready to tell me where that key is, you bring them to me.

They may need some persuading.

Looks like you need help.

Uh, we're good.

You have the journal.

We still have this.

We need that chart.

We need a distraction.

I can do distraction.

We're being attacked.

Son of a.

Oh, shut him up.

Okay.

I know these keys, keys.

No keys.

Oh, did you hear something?

Cut on rats.

Don't move over, shoot!

No keys.

I can start searching bodies.

The trumpet. We just stopped that trumpet.

He's wrong with the stuff of trumpet. Stop the trumpet!

Where the fallen titans ribs rest, place

chotropoyo down to let his eyes guide the way.

That's split up. I don't think that's a good idea.

Caesar!

You don't know when to quit, do you? Tell me where

the keys will all have my men kill your friends.

Where is the key? I will kill you! You think

I'm playing? I will kill everyone you love.

You're not speaking at your level. Tell me where

the key is, you little Tomb Raider to down.

Let's chat.

Give up the key. You're all so chill.

I'm done messing around. Come out here and

tell me where the key is. We're all kill her.

You can't find the key, Nathan. Come on.

I have a counter proposal. Lower your weapons, surrender, turn around, go home.

Say goodbye to your friends, okay?

Just three! Let's talk it out.

You don't know these men like I do. They will kill her.

I know what I'm doing. Run. Just run, Nathan.

You want to kill her, go ahead. She's not even that important to me.

Don't you want what they see if I kill her?

No.

No Slider marks this time!

Lost in time, forced by the ancients, the power

of God to move back and forth through time.

And now the key, what he dies.

You think we're stupid enough to bring a doomsday key to a maniac

who wants to use it to bounce through time and screw everything up.

Once again, you've made a huge mistake.

Dr. Henley Jones, Jr.

I thought it was Indy.

Don't listen to it. His name is Henley Jones, Jr., named after his father.

Jr. This is hilarious. He's about to kill me, and Jr.

Knock it off. Maybe we'll write it down to him, stone.

Jr. Light, lead, don't switch.

My total.

Don't call me Jr.

To swing.

All right, kid.

Let's fix this mess.

I hope it works.

Good bunch.

I could have picked any moment in time to

return to a new chose seconds before she dies.

You think that this stupid thing works?

I'm done messing around. Come out here and tell me what the key is, but I'll kill him.

You can find the key, mate.

Sir, sir, we've found it.

Is this?

It works.

Do I always look best stupid?

Is this?

I come, Rad.

Laura, let's not press our lucky.

We don't belong here.

Did we save Laura?

It's a good start.

Welcome back, strangers.

So, what do we do with this?

Ultimate Frisbee.

I never thought I'd say it, but it didn't belong in the museum.

But your mom does.

I just have one to ten.

I scared for you guys when I was going to die.

Seven.

First time for the second time.

Average amount, say three and a half.

Maybe a four.

Maybe.

Yeah, right.

You were terrified.

I can still see it in your face.

I'm going to say, maybe even an eleven.