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DOCTOR: look at it, Sydney.

The sword of Javik the nomad.

Know how many men he killed with it

when he overthrew the corrupt

Icelandic king Vortigern?

None.

For Javik was a champion

of peace and brotherhood.

The etchings look Iberian,

which means Javik was probably from Spain

and not Scandinavia.

Precisely.

You have a gift, Sydney.

As soon as I authenticate this sword

it will be returned to it's rightful owners.

Doctor Newell, is this relic stolen

like all the others?

Sydney, an American tycoon bought this sword.

to him it's just a trophy.

But when the children of Iceland visit the museum

and gaze upon this sword,

they'll feel connected to Javik and his ideals of...

of freedom and justice.

So consider this relic liberated

from the confinement of one man's dream.

Because relics don't belong to individuals.

They belong to the people.

Never have I been more proud of a student

than I am of you, Sydney.

Wow.

Ornation pendant of the Pharaoh Tutankhamen.

It was created to celebrate the restoration

of order to Egypt after the chaos of his father,

Akhenaten's reign.

I dreamt my whole life

of finding a relic so momentous.

Are you going to keep this one?

No, no.

Just to have held it once in my lifetime is enough.

It's beautiful.

Oh, it's more than beautiful, Sydney.

It's history.

Here, take it.

You feel the magic, Sydney?

The energy?

SYDNEY: Sparta, 4th century bc.

NIGEL: Athens, circa 5-50.

Nigel, the Spartans were a military people.

Objects like this were part of their life.

[phone ringing]

Look at the glaze.

It's a household utensil.

A Spartan was just as likely to decorate

an eating bowl as an Athenian was to art a land war.

You'd be correct, of course,

except for the fact that in Sparta

by the 4th century glaze was common

not only for decoration

but as a mark of ownership.

NIGEL: A practice begun by the Athenians,

a nation of seafaring traders

nearly 200 years previous.

What?

Who sent this fax?

There was no cover page.

Just a note at the bottom.

Meet at the field museum at noon.

You recognize the relic?

SYDNEY: yes.

20 years ago,

A man I worshipped was murdered for it.

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[thunder]

SYDNEY: Oh yeah, now that was major nasty.

Relax, Darcy, it's just thunder.

DARCY: doesn't it bother you...

Everyone else going home for Christmas

and we're stuck here?

My parents had to do something.

I might see 'em for new years.

Excellent.

DA VIEGA: The relic is coming with me.

NEWELL: I won't allow it.

Hey, do you hear that?

What?

DA VIEGA: Give me the relic

That.

Sounds like an argument.

Let's check it out.

No.

Darcy.

You go. I'll stay here.

DA VIEGA: The relic is going with me.

NEWELL: I won't allow it.

Won't allow it?

Give it to up, or I swear I'll kill you.

Give it up, my friend.

Or I swear, I will kill you.

The relic is going with me.

DA VIEGA: I won't allow it.

NEWELL: you'll sell it to a private collector.

DA VIEGA: Oh give me the damn thing.

Now you're threatening me?

[thunder]

DA VIEGA: Or I swear, I will kill you.

Doctor Newell.

Sydney, run.

NIGEL: That was the last time you saw it?

SYDNEY: Doctor Newell's killer stole the pendant

and it vanished.

But this photograph isn't a recent one.

It was taken in 1926 at the royal museum.

It was stolen from there in 1934.

Doctor Newell found it

and was going to return it to the Egyptians.

And the police never found the man with the scar?

No.

I'll never forget his face as long as I live.

SYDNEY: It's almost noon.

See anyone familiar?

No.

Are you okay?

I was just thinking about Doctor Newell.

SYDNEY: Wow.

NEWELL: Ornation pendant of Pharaoh Tutankhamun.

I've dreamt my whole life

of finding a relic so momentous.

Are you going to keep this one?

No, no.

Just to have held it once in my lifetime is enough.

It's beautiful.

Here, take it.

You feel the magic, Sydney?

The energy?

Doctor Newell, when I grow up

I'm going to authenticate relics just like you.

You flatter me, Sydney.

But you, you're much too adventurous.

Your talents would be better served as a relic hunter.

Like my partner who procures these treasures for me.

A relic hunter?

From that moment on,

A relic hunter was all I wanted to be.

DARCY: Sydney?

Darcy?

It's been a long time.

It's really good to see you.

Darcy Loewel, Nigel Bailey,

My teaching assistant.

Hello. Hello.

You sent the fax.

Sorry for being so cryptic.

To be honest, I wasn't sure you'd want to see me.

Well, considering our last time together.

I can't believe my parents are making me

live with my grandmother in Hawaii.

They say with the killer still on the loose,

I'll be safer there.

What did you tell the police?

Nothing.

I was up here the whole time

and I didn't see anything.

SYDNEY: Dumb cops aren't going to find scar-face,

'cause they think he and Doctor Newell

were stealing relics.

I'm going to find him

and I'm going to kill him.

This is all your fault.

If you hadn't gone sneaking around last night,

Maybe Doctor Newell would be alive.

You're always doing stuff that gets us into trouble.

Darcy...

I hate you.

Maybe I should...

It's alright.

DARCY: I run a small auction house in San Francisco,

We sell antique objects and artifacts.

I work with relics too,

Only I spend my days in an office.

Seems like you aren't the only one he inspired.

It's resurfaced after all these years.

Why now?

Each quarter, Interpol sends out a bulletin

on stolen works of art.

The pendant was listed in the latest quarter.

And when I contacted Interpol,

they confirmed a rumour that it's going to be

sold in Izmir, Turkey.

Sydney, Doctor Newell's murder

changed both our lives forever.

You know, finding the relic might be

a way to track down his killer.

DARCY: Sydney, please understand,

I was afraid and lonely.

I was losing my best friend.

SYDNEY: After I got home, I tried writing you.

I tried calling the school... Nothing.

I never heard from you, Darcy.

Doctor Newell's murder was traumatic for me too.

I kept this.

When I got the bulletin from Interpol,

I realized I had to contact you.

Do you think the scar-faced man

still has the pendant?

I don't know.

And I wouldn't know where to begin looking.

But I know you do.

I'll drop off my car

and meet you at the airport.

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Well, I rather liked boarding school.

I did not.

I was often beaten,

Lived in perpetual fear of the headmistress.

At least it was a break

from my insufferable brother.

Do you have any siblings?

No. But I always wanted a sister.

Is Sydney always this quiet when she travels?

DARCY: Sydney, we're supposed to be at field hockey.

We can play sports any day.

How often do you get to see

Incan relics from ancient Peru?

We could get a detention.

These relics are from people

who lived 500 years ago.

I'm going back.

Darcy?

Sydney, you should be on the playing field.

It's just for a minute.

Are these the Incan relics?

I told Darcy...

Oh, sorry.

Sydney, I'd like you to meet my associate, Mr. Da Viega.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sydney.

Oh wow, you're the man who gets all

the relics for Doctor Newell?

I beg your pardon?

Sydney, maybe you could come back later.

Mr. Da Viega and I have some

business we have to finish.

Oh, okay.

NEWELL: Sydney,

Why don't you come back after the study hall?

I'll...

I'll show you the mantle of king

Machicuchi himself.

Thanks Doctor Newell.

Bye, Mr. Da Viega.

First stop is a contact of mine, Ramez Suda.

If Tutankhamun's pendant

is in Turkey, he'll know.

You have an address on him?

Well, he frequents a certain relic hunter bar.

Relic hunter bar?

It might be a little eclectic.

Eclectic.

There's Ramez.

He writes everything in that little book of his.

Wait here.

He doesn't like crowds.

Try not to make eye contact.

You write in there how I beat you

to the orb of gustav that time?

Sydney Fox.

A name full of possibilities.

A story yet to be written.

You talk a good game, Ramez,

For a guy with a very small pencil.

What do you think of her?

Delightful.

Bravo. Well done.

She's a hag with two left feet.

She is my sister.

No, no, no, no, no.

A thousand Lire on Cossack.

Who will take the bets?

Yes my friends?

You are a very smart man.

This is a winning wager, my friend. Yes.

I assume you have not come

to Izmir simply to mock me.

Tutankhamun's pendant.

Who's selling it?

Oh Sydney, with you it's always business,

business, business.

You must learn to make time for pleasure.

MAN: No more bets, alright.

There is a fight.

You.

Me?

Lovely lady, you will hold the money.

Does this count as eye contact?

He swore me to secrecy

under a threat of death.

His name is Tefic.

That's it? Tefic?

That's all I know.

I swear.

I do not even know what he looks like.

Alright.

Tefic is selling the pendant tomorrow night.

Sorry.

You alright?

Yeah.

Who's the buyer?

Trust me,

If you value your life

you will not ask me again.

Alright.

But never say you weren't warned.

The Gurel Nataz.

The Gurel Nataz?

That ancient order of thieves is a myth.

I assure you they exist.

And they have eyes everywhere.

You're going to be there.

Sydney.

No, no, no I have worked many years

to be invited into their inner circle.

I refuse to reveal their location.

DARCY: Sydney, help.

Wow, she's good.

Yeah.

Okay, just tell me where the deal's going down.

Ramez?

Nigel, it's scar-face.

We couldn't have lost him.

Darcy.

Darcy.

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Darcy. Darcy.

Hey, get off my truck.

MAN: Not again. Hey.

Don't worry, we're relic hunters.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sorry, I was too afraid to run after him.

SYDNEY: Doesn't seem possible but

scar-face is here in Izmir.

I know, I can't believe it.

Obviously to sell the pendant,

as Interpol predicted.

Why would he kill Ramez?

Unless he's Tefic.

Who's Tefic?

According to Ramez,

Tefic was selling the pendant to the Gurel Nataz.

Who are the Gurel Nataz?

They're an 11th century fraternity.

Wealthy traders and thieves who dealt

in treasures stolen from churches and palaces.

The Seljuk Turk emperor

condemned them to death in absentia.

They operate in total secrecy.

And kill anyone who gets too close.

SYDNEY: You should keep your door locked.

I will.

You're coming with me.

We're going to pay a little visit to Ramez.

But Sydney, he's dead.

SYDNEY: Ramez Suda kept

his little notebook like a journal.

He wrote every detail of his life in it.

We find his body,

We find his personal effects.

We find his personal effects...

[together] Gasp!

Just maybe we'll find the Gurel Nataz.

[door opening]

Sydney, I can't do this.

You do this sort of thing all the time.

No, not this sort of thing.

This sort of thing.

What sort of thing?

The dead body sort of thing.

Fine, wait out here.

Alone?

Here, hop on.

What the... No, no.

Stay.

I'm alive.

I'm not dead at all,

This has all been some terrible mistake.

Sorry, Ramez.

[groaning]

Come on.

SYDNEY: It's written in code.

Any word on Tefic?

Still working on it.

Interpol?

Yes, may I speak with Kate Hemphill please?

Nigel Bailey.

Upside down and backwards.

SYDNEY: Ramez was using Leonardo da Vinci's codex.

It doesn't look like there's

any mention of the Gurel Nataz.

And Tefic's only mentioned by name.

Ramez was going to take

the overnight train to Rajakaniz.

NIGEL: Thanks, Kate.

What?

The local police have never heard of Tefic.

So I just called Kate Hemphill at Interpol.

I asked her about Tefic and mentioned

the notice that Darcy received.

Kate said Interpol never issued such a notice.

DARCY: Get out of here now, please.

Please go.

Just go.

Get away from her.

Murderer.

I never killed Alistair Newell.

You shot him. I saw you.

No.

Stop, Sydney.

Get away from my daughter.

I never killed that man.

He's my father.

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My name is Cyrus Loewel.

I was the relic hunter.

He's telling the truth, Sydney.

Please.

DARCY: That night,

I came downstairs after you.

Let's check it out.

No.

Darcy.

You go.

I'll stay here.

DARCY: After you left, I got scared.

I was afraid up there alone.

Sydney, wait.

NEWELL: I won't allow it.

DARCY: I could still hear the men arguing.

[men arguing]

DARCY: You were already downstairs

by the time I caught up with you.

NEWELL: And sell it to a private collector?

DA VIEGA: Oh, give me the damn pendant, Newell.

DARCY: I could see you watching the men.

NEWELL: Now you're threatening me?

DA VIEGA: Give it up, my friend.

Or I swear I will kill you.

DARCY: Then the book fell.

It wasn't your fault.

SYDNEY: Doctor Newell.

Sydney, run.

DARCY: I heard Doctor Newell tell you to run.

[gun shot]

[body falling]

[footsteps]

DARCY: I don't know what made me

walk over and open that door.

DARCY: Daddy?

What are you doing here?

It's okay, baby.

It's okay. It's okay.

Daddy didn't do this thing.

LOEWEL: It's alright now, listen to me.

You go back to your dorm, okay?

You have to keep this our secret.

But daddy...

Shhh.

A secret amongst pals, right pumpkin?

LOEWEL: You go, okay?

Go.

Go.

If you didn't kill Doctor Newell,

Then who?

There was someone else

in the office that night.

SYDNEY: But Doctor Newell was talking to you.

LOEWEL: No, I was standing beside him.

The other man was behind

The door, facing Newell and me.

The constable said that he was shot from the front.

You were both standing in front of him?

NIGEL: If what you're saying is true,

who was the 3rd man?

A benefactor gave us leads on relics.

Newell always kept his identity secret from me.

But that night I came in

and I surprised both of them

while they were arguing.

You have to understand, Newell was my partner.

You were the relic hunter?

I never told you what my father did

because at the time I didn't understand.

I was ashamed that he stole relics for a living.

But if you were the relic hunter...

Then who's Da Viega?

DARCY: Who?

SYDNEY: Da Viega.

Sydney, I'd like you to meet

my associate, Mr. Da Viega.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sydney.

Oh, wow,

You're the man who gets all

the relics for Doctor Newell?

I beg your pardon?

LOEWEL: Wait a second,

I was the one who brought in

those Incan relics.

What did this Da Viega look like?

It was 20 years ago.

He was tall, fair-haired, British.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Sydney.

LOEWEL: That could very well describe

the man who shot Alistair Newell.

DA VIEGA: Give me the damn pendant, Newell.

Please, don't make me do something

that we'll both regret.

LOEWEL: The murderer was standing

in the corner by a lamp.

Now you're threatening me.

DA VIEGA: Give it up, my friend.

SYDNEY: His reflection in the picture frame.

[mixed voices]

LOEWEL: Sydney...

[voices]

LOEWEL: Sydney.

It was him.

If you were so innocent,

Why not go to the police?

Because Newell and I were partners.

I had his blood all over my hands.

My prints all over that gun.

Besides, there was a young girl

who could place me at that scene.

Why the phoney Interpol story?

I didn't think you'd believe the truth.

I am so sorry.

LOEWEL: Look, Sydney,

if you're going to blame someone, blame me.

Please, help my father clear his name.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

Do you still want to go to Rajakaniz?

Syd, you weren't going to kill him, were you?

Are you so sure I wasn't?

Every night for years

I saw that man's face

in my nightmares.

And now you're going to help him.

[train whistle]

Sydney,

Rajakaniz isn't exactly a small town.

We can't exactly get off the train

and ask the police where the

Gurel Nataz are meeting.

Syd, one car down, I just spotted a man

from that relic hunter bar in Izmir.

Coincidence?

No, that place only caters

to people in the business.

NIGEL: Excuse me, have we met?

Nothing to see here, folks,

Just a lover's tiff.

SYDNEY: Where do the Gurel Nataz meet?

MAN: Gurel Nataz.

Never heard of them.

Please, they will kill me.

They meet in a necropolis underneath the city.

Are you sure?

There is no necropolis under Rajakaniz, Vlade.

MAN: there is, there is.

The Gurel Nataz discovered

an ancient city beneath

and excavated it themselves.

Where?

SYDNEY: Where?

MAN: I'll tell you.

DARCY: Where are we going?

NIGEL: Dinner party just outside of town.

Sydney borrowed Vlade's invitation.

[quacking]

NIGEL: This necropolis must be down there.

Yeah, I'm gonna go in alone.

Syd, you're not exactly properly attired.

SPEAKER: The brotherhood of the Gurel Nataz is assembled.

We meet in darkness, bound by silence,

shielded from light.

We are one.

We are many.

Let it begin.

MAN: Who offers this relic for bidding?

DA VIEGA: I, Tefic, offer it.

MAN: The price has been established.

DA VIEGA: The price will be broken.

For I have discovered...

This extraordinary piece.

Found only recently in luxor,

It completes Tutankhamun's pendant.

[mixed voices]

Da Viega.

Legend has it...

That by combining the order of Horus...

with the chaos of set,

Tutankhamun was to derive true immortality.

Were you up there?

No, not I.

Come, quickly.

DARCY: What could he have seen?

LOEWEL: I don't know.

NIGEL: I've got to warn Syd.

Don't you think, therefore my friends,

that this piece is absolutely priceless.

MAN: There is an intruder among us.

Da Viega,

You killed Alistair Newell.

NIGEL: Get yourselves out of here.

DA VIEGA: So...

It appears that Alistair Newell's

little student isn't so naive after all.

You fed him tips,

hoping one day he and Cyrus

would land a priceless relic.

Then when he wouldn't hand over the pendant,

You killed him.

He was a sentimental old fool.

See, he only understood relics for their history,

not for their price.

I will hunt you down.

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Interpol just issued an arrest warrant for Da Viega,

Alias Tefic.

So my father's been cleared.

You can stop running now.

LOEWEL: Sydney...

Thank you.

And you too.

I'll meet you outside.

DARCY: Okay.

I don't even know where to begin.

How about by staying in touch this time?

Deal.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Thinking about old times?

Actually, I was thinking that

Da Viega's still out there.

What do you want to do with this?

Karen, book me on a plane to Cairo, please.

Sure.

I have a delivery to make to the national museum there.

You're returning it to the people of Egypt.

Just like Alistair Newell wanted.

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