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(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(CROWD CLAMORING)

SUNNI: What's going on? Are you getting this?

FITZIE: Whoa. What's he doing?

(MEN SHOUTING)

FITZIE: Do you think they'll let us pass?

SUNNI: It doesn't look like it.

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

(SUNNI GASPS)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(DOGS BARKING)

Are you good to go?

Yeah, rolling.

Hidden within this sprawling desert,

250 miles south of Cairo...

the public will soon lay their eyes

on the Holdens' groundbreaking research...

and the father-daughter team

could rewrite history as we know it.

As you can see, the pyramid behind me has only three sides...

not four like the Giza Pyramids. (DOG BARKING CONTINUES)

This architectural feat singles it out

as an exception in this region.

FITZIE: You're gonna have to start over.

The barking is covering everything you're saying.

Oh, damn it. What's wrong with those dogs?

FITZIE: Whose are they, anyway?

They're just feral dogs running around.

Can someone get a shotgun or something

and get rid of these dogs, please?

Driving me crazy.

All right, let's go again.

Okay, Sunni. Whenever you're ready, we're good to go.

SUNNI: Okay. The way this works is, I'll ask you a question...

you try to incorporate the question into your response.

Like if I ask you your name, you would say...

Dr. Miles Holden. Wrong.

Oh. Oh, right. Uh, my name is Dr. Miles Holden.

That's what I'm talking about.

Could you tell us what exactly you're looking for?

Yeah. Uh, there are certain ancient texts

which refer to this geographic area...

as the possible site of the lost pyramid of Akhenaten...

which may be related...

to the particular and unusual

three-sided architecture of our pyramid.

I just need to quickly check your mic.

Yeah. It's a little windy out here.

It's a great shot. Just don't step backwards.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, okay. You tell me when. Uh...

Pyramids. Hit me with it.

Action.

Whatever we're looking at,

this is not the pyramid of King Akhenaten.

The structure that we're dealing with is buried below the surface.

It takes millennia for sand to build up that high.

Which means that this structure predates

the reign of Akhenaten by generations.

Why are so many people against the satellites?

Most archaeologists are trapped in time

when it comes to reworking methodologies...

and assimilating new evidence

into existing historical frameworks. Mmm.

Proving an older genealogy

for Egyptian history basically means...

throwing everything they have been

working on their entire lives into question.

Isn't that what you're trying to do?

No, not exactly.

I respect the work that they have done...

but we just need to know when it's time to innovate.

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

NORA: Most of our pyramid is buried deep beneath the desert.

Here is a scan.

Look at the size of that thing!

That's got to be 600 feet on each side.

See this tunnel here? This is our way in.

It leads directly to the apex of the pyramid.

SUNNI: The apex?

It's the tip of the pyramid.

Mmm. Pyramids don't normally have apexes at the entrance.

But this one does. Who dug the tunnel?

We don't know yet. That's also part of our discovery.

Nora, tell me about the satellites.

I'm not the first archaeologist

to break ground using satellite technology.

But I was inspired to apply it...

after an article that I read about SETI out of New Mexico.

SETI?

"Search for Extraterrestrial intelligence."

They were using the satellites...

to search for traces of water underneath the surface of Mars.

I thought we were here to talk about Egypt, not aliens.

SUNNI: What do you think about all those theories?

About aliens coming to Earth?

And that the pyramids are just giant transmitters?

(SCOFFS) Whoa, come on. Even I have my limits.

Do you see, uh, how these ridges

form a barrier around the pyramid?

Dad.Dad.

Could you please stop touching buttons that you don't understand?

HOLDEN: Ooh.

Where was that taken?

It doesn't matter when it was taken.

I said where.

(STAMMERS) This technology, the satellite stuff...

is such a small part of what we're doing.

We should be talking about archaeology,

about the pyramid, about Akhenaten, and...

SUNNI: Actually, the whole satellite angle...

is what interested the network in the first place.

It's the dawn of a new age in archaeology.

Using the future to understand the past.

Anything else I'm not supposed to see?

Would you just mind your own business? Thank you very much.

I'm sorry. You are my business, all right?

Archaeology used to be about digs and dirt.

But we've lost the raw sensation

with all this technological mediation.

Great.

Uh, how was that, Fitz?

FITZIE: Oh, it was award-winning.

Okay. Let's wrap up. We're done for the day.

Sorry.

(DOOR OPENING)

(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(COMPUTER CHIMING)

Hey.

No, I'm fine, Mom.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

Cairo is far, far away.

And we're supposed to break through tomorrow.

So if we get far enough, we'll be safer underground...

than we will be in a war bunker.

No, I'm not taking it lightly.

I'm just trying to focus on my work.

Could you please not worry?

You know Dad is enough to handle as it is.

Okay. I love you, too. I do.

(STAMMERS) All right, tell...

(SIGHS)

Uh, Mom, I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow.

I love you. Bye.

Zahir, get your metallic junk out of here.

(MAN PLAYING GUITAR)

Jesus!

What the hell is that?

Whoa.

ZAHIR: Uh, allow me to introduce you to Shorty.

He's gonna be our first set of eyes and ears inside...

after we make initial breakthrough.

He stands just over one foot tall...

with six wheels on a Rocker-Bogie suspension system...

which was originally designed

by NASA for their Mars rovers...

to allow them to travel over the rough Martian terrain.

I bet this thing is a real babe magnet, eh?

Uh, some of the missions Shorty has been on are...

Michael Zahir, our robotics engineer.

But it seems he wasn't briefed...

on which million-dollar territories

he would be exploring.

Oh, don't you worry, Nora.

I've got two primary camera feeds...

sending back real-time footage to our command center.

So everything Shorty sees is permanently recorded.

Right, partner?

Look out. NORA: (GROANS) Cute.

ZAHIR: Look out.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

We're not shooting Days Of Our Lives.

Stop wasting your memory space.

FITZIE: Oh, come on.

People would love to see these two nerds get freaky.

Dr. Holden! Dr. Holden!

HOLDEN: Wait, what's he saying?

INTERN: We break through!

What? Come on! Come on!

Are you all right? Give me your hand.

You got it? NORA: Yeah.

HOLDEN: Slow down, slow down.

You coming?

Tell them not to open it up yet. Tell them to hold off.

NORA: Yeah, hold Off!

HOLDEN: Zahir, I need you to translate.

(DIGGERS CLAMORING)

HOLDEN: You got it?

Here it comes.

(ALL SHOUTING)

FITZIE: Jesus!

Get him out of here!

(ALL CLAMORING)

NORA: We have to get him to medical!

Oh, my God. We have to do something!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) (FITZIE GRUNTS)

NORA: He's alive. FITZIE: Oh.

SUNNI: Thank God.

FITZIE: So what happened to him? Aspergillus.

What's aspergillus?

Inhalation of toxic air.

It's actually not as uncommon as it sounds.

What causes it?

A fungi usually found in caves and tombs...

structures that have been sealed off.

This pyramid could be way older

than even I had originally thought.

Nora, please. Stop spinning out your wild theories.

I am trying to reassure the university...

that we're going to be doing things on schedule.

(STAMMERS) And that has to be turned off.

Nobody goes near that pyramid

without my permission, all right?

And nobody mentions the word "curse." Understood?

I don't want any of that crazy nonsense on my site.

Our site.

(GROANS) Goddamn sand.

What?

(WHISPERS) What?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

You can't shut us down.

We're about to launch Shorty.

MAN: It's not us, it's the government.

The Ministry of Antiquities

is ordering all research teams in the area...

to pull out immediately.

They want you cleared out in 24 hours.

When will we be able to resume the excavation?

We don't know yet.

HOLDEN: I'm sorry, what? I don't understand.

You've been in the desert too long.

You should see what's happening in the streets of Cairo.

It's mayhem.

Wide-scale violence between the military and the protesters.

They're fearing a civil war.

But this isn't Cairo.

Yeah, we are in the middle of the desert.

You don't get it.

I'm sorry, Miles,

but you have to be out by tomorrow morning.

NORA: God. We are so close!

(HOLDEN AND NORA ARGUING INDISTINCTLY)

There goes my Emmy.

Nora, this is not a discussion.

The final answer is no. Thank you.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Would you please hand these out to everybody you see around here?

This place needs to

look like we were never here by morning.

(STAMMERS) What is going on?

It's all written down there. This is not a conference.

Now just go, please. (SPEAKING ARABIC)

So, that's it?

Oh, what would you like me to do?

How about anything?

You barely put up a fight.

I don't fight battles I can't win.

I have got a career to think of, and so do you.

Don't forget that! Okay.

But we can't walk away from here with nothing to show.

I am not...

Dad, please! This is the find of the century.

And you're going to give up when we are this close.

We owe this to our name.

What's the harm?

Besides toxic air poisoning?

We won't go in ourselves.

We'll just send in Shorty.

He can take some readings and some pictures.

A couple of hours.

Nobody will even know that we were gone.

Dad, I know what you're thinking.

Look me in the eye and tell me...

that you don't wanna see what's going on in that pyramid.

Trust me.

ZAHIR: Got it? NORA: Yeah.

Yes!

FITZIE: Guys, uh, Captain Egypt is following you,

and he doesn't look happy.

Hold on. (OFFICER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Let me talk to him real quick.

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

Zahir, what is he saying?

He's wondering why we still have our stuff here.

He's here to supervise us,

make sure we get on the plane tomorrow.

Tell him not to worry, that we are wrapping things up...

that everything is on schedule. (SPEAKING ARABIC)

Dad, what the hell?

(BOTH SPEAKING ARABIC)

Fine, fine.

(SHORTY WHIRRING)

NORA: How does the air check out?

No. Don't even think about it, Nora.

There's no way you're going in there.

Actually, according to the meters,

it's showing minimal traces of toxic fumes...

but definitely below dangerous levels.

But I'm assuming

it's because we're still close to the entrance.

HOLDEN: Can you enhance that?

ZAHIR: Can you get out of my workspace, please?

It's a $3 million rover. Yeah, I can enhance it.

Okay, zoom in. Zoom in right there. Make that larger. Zoom in.

NORA: Dad, please. What?

HOLDEN: Ah! That. This says "slaughter."

This says "God."

NORA: Yeah, this one says "underworld."

FITZIE: What? Really?

Relax, Fitzie, these are just symbols

to scare away grave robbers.

HOLDEN: Curved stick. Staff.

SUNNI: What the hell is that?

That, my dear, is the symbol of Osiris.

Osiris? He's the god of the afterlife.

He's also considered by the Egyptians as the first pharaoh.

(ALL EXCLAIM) SUNNI: Oh, God.

Okay, what was that?

It must've been a dog.

Got in somehow.

They left the opening unguarded.

Let's just keep our wits sharp, all right?

(SCREECHING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

(SCREECHING CONTINUES)

You guys hear that?

I've lost all external control.

Both the camera feeds.

Hold on, hold on. Damn dogs. You mean...

Hold on.

Shorty's offline.

I got to go get him. HOLDEN: No.

You are not going in there. We have no idea what's in there.

Could be fumes still.

No. Be realistic, Zahir.

Be realistic?

I just told you how much that rover costs, okay?

It's on loan. Does he not know how this works?

HOLDEN: We can't even be here. We have to be on a plane.

And you don't think NASA's gonna be pissed

to find out we lost their rover?

Okay, okay. But just the two of us.

(SCOFFS) Uh-uh. Uh, no. That is not happening.

Okay, we have no idea if we're gonna be able to come back here.

You're crazy if you think I'm not going in there with you.

The camera goes everywhere you do.

You agreed to that back in the U.S.

FITZIE: Actually, I'm all right to just hang back here.

You guys can go on... Get your ass in there.

Okay.

Hope you brought those extra batteries.

We're gonna need them.

Oh, I thought we were the only ones filming.

NORA: It's my version of a notebook.

I don't want to miss anything.

ZAHIR: You ready? Uh...

Yeah, we're coming. Let's go.

FITZIE: So, how are we supposed

to get Shorty out, if it doesn't work?

ZAHIR: I'll figure it out.

FITZIE: Yeah, he doesn't know either.

So, I think these flares might help us

take care of our stray dog problem.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

He's saying we can't go in there.

Keep rolling! (SPEAKING ARABIC)

NORA: Tell him to calm down!

I'm trying.

(SHOUTING IN ARABIC)

Let me try to talk to him.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

NORA: What are they saying?

I can't get it, they're going too fast.

He's making a plea of some kind.

Uh, from one Egyptian to another.

I think it's working.

All right, guys, we've got two hours to get Shorty.

HOLDEN: Here you go.

FITZIE: What's that for?

It's just something to help us find our way back.

You know, in case we decide to go in a little further.

Further?

Great.

They don't seriously expect us to wear these, do they?

SUNNI: Yeah, guess so.

NORA: Come on, guys, let's go.

HOLDEN: Watch your step.

The structure could collapse at any moment.

And don't touch anything.

Stay close.

Imagine, the last people who walked these tunnels...

died thousands of years ago.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

NORA: Also, the ancient Egyptians

only stood about five feet tall...

so watch your heads.

ZAHIR: It's a little taller in here.

(SIGHS)

FITZIE: The dogs couldn't have dragged him too far.

ZAHIR: I don't get it.

There's no tracks. He couldn't have just disappeared.

Guys...

which way do we go now?

No, no!

NORA: Michael, what's wrong?

ZAHIR: Oh, God.

I'm dead. I'm dead.

FITZIE: Ooh.

NASA's gonna be pissed.

ZAHIR: I'm dead.

I'm dead.

I'm freaking dead!

HOLDEN: Death. Amazing.

FITZIE: Well, chin up, mate.

I'm sure we can find the rest of him.

ZAHIR: We're gonna find him.

FITZIE: Hey, Doc.

Is this the apex thing you were talking about?

There's something in the wall.

What's up there?

NORA: Well, there's only one way to find out.

SUNNI: Nora, no. Please don't fall. Be careful.

HOLDEN: Zahir, give me your hand. Come on.

Okay, ready?

NORA: Yeah. One, two, three.

HOLDEN: One, two, three. (NORA GRUNTS)

NORA: All right, I almost have the ledge.

Yeah. I got it. Okay.

ZAHIR: All right.

(NORA GRUNTS)

ZAHIR: You okay?

NORA: Oh. Guys, you got to come check this out.

HOLDEN: What do you see?

NORA: Just come up here.

(FITZIE GRUNTING)

HOLDEN: I've never seen anything like this before.

FITZIE: I thought this thing was supposed to be a tomb.

HOLDEN: It is.

FITZIE: What's with the arsenal?

HOLDEN: It's ceremonial.

The ancient Egyptians buried their pharaohs...

with an armory of spears, for use in the afterlife.

Usually, they're placed

next to the sarcophagus, never separately.

NORA: Dad? Huh?

HOLDEN: Look at that.

Mended at the shaft. It's broken.

And I wonder... Yeah, look at this.

There's a chip in this blade. (NORA CHUCKLES)

So these... These were not just ceremonial.

These saw battle.

NORA: Switch off your lights.

HOLDEN: Lights Off.

HOLDEN: Whoa. NORA: Look at that.

SUNNI: What is that?

HOLDEN: That is dried blood.

SUNNI: What does that mean?

HOLDEN: (SIGHS) I'll have to take it back

and analyze it and date it.

We won't know until then,

so go ahead and take that as a sample.

NORA: Okay. SUNNI: Wow.

FITZIE: Wow. SUNNI: That's cool.

NORA: Hey, your wire. HOLDEN: Huh?

NORA: Your wire. HOLDEN: What?

Oh.

It must have snapped.

ZAHIR: It's high-tension wire, Doctor,

it doesn't just snap.

HOLDEN: Well, how... SUNNI: Fitzie, you stepped on it.

FITZIE: No, I didn't.

You probably didn't realize

but you must've done it as you were filming.

FITZIE: Realize I stepped on it? You probably stepped on it!

HOLDEN: It's all right. It's all right.

FITZIE: Probably Zahir, with his stupid robot.

HOLDEN: It's all right, just calm down.

We're not that far from the entrance.

We'll set up another wire.

All right.

(FITZIE GRUNTS) HOLDEN: Whoa.

Okay? NORA: Okay, it's this way.

HOLDEN: Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

It's not this way, it's that way.

Look, I copied down the hieroglyphs

in my notebook before we set off...

as we entered. NORA: No.

ZAHIR: No, I think we came from this direction over here.

SUNNI: They all look the same.

FITZIE: Uh, eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

SUNNI: Oh, yeah. That's enough, Fitzie.

Look, guys. It's this way. It's this way.

HOLDEN: See? This is why we attach a wire.

That's strange.

These hieroglyphs are all the same.

NORA: We only walked for a few minutes.

FITZIE: Guys, is it just me or is it becoming really,

really hard to breathe in these masks?

NORA: Pyramids are incredibly airtight.

Explains how mummies can remain

so perfectly preserved after all these years.

FITZIE: Yeah, no, I'm not talking about

some pyramid mumbo-jumbo here.

I'm being serious. Something's off.

HOLDEN: Now stay close.

I don't want to lose anybody. Okay?

SUNNI: Shouldn't we go back to where we were?

ZAHIR: Yeah, I think it was back...

NORA: No, it's impossible.

I was positive.

HOLDEN: Mmm. I'm sorry, honey.

We have to go back in the other direction.

This looks...

SUNNI: Yeah, we definitely came the wrong way.

HOLDEN: What could this chamber be?

ZAHIR: Holy shit!

HOLDEN: What? NORA: Oh, no.

FITZIE: There's Shorty. ZAHIR: Oh, my God.

Oh, come on!

We should not be here. Let's get out.

(RUMBLING)

SUNNI: Oh, my God!

HOLDEN: Wait, nobody move! Nobody move.

All right.

All right.

SUNNI: (WHIMPERS) Oh, my God.

What's happening?

HOLDEN: The floor is about to collapse.

FITZIE: What?

HOLDEN: We have to back out of here one at a time.

Fitzie? Come on. You first.

ZAHIR: Easy.

HOLDEN: Move toward me, and try not to step on the cracks.

(CRACKING)

That's good.

Come on. That's good, Fitzie.

Don't jump! Just...

Okay, Okay-

Just come on, come on, come on.

Good, good, good.

ZAHIR: All right, that's good, that's good.

HOLDEN: That's right. That's right.

NORA: Oh, my God. HOLDEN: That's right, that's right.

That's good. That's good.

Come on. That's good, Fitzie.

Okay, now, Zahir. Come on. Come on.

ZAHIR: Are you sure? Come!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

NORA: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

HOLDEN: It's all right, it's all right.

NORA: Come on, Michael, faster!

HOLDEN: Whoa!

(CRACKING) Whoa!

FITZIE: Everybody run!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(DEBRIS CLATTERING) (ALL GROANING)

(NORA COUGHING)

HOLDEN: Nora? Nora?

NORA: I'm good. I'm good.

SUNNI: Is anyone hurt?

FITZIE: I'm alive.

SUNNI: Where are we? (ALL COUGHING)

FITZIE: Jeez, I can't breathe

with this stupid mask.

Oh! (SPITS)

What is that smell?

ZAHIR: Smells like shit.

SUNNI: Where are we?

I'm guessing where the animal

who destroyed Shorty decided to relieve itself. (GROANS)

SUNNI: That's a lot of shit for just one dog

who got trapped.

Not only that, where did it go?

How'd it get out?

The only way out is up.

FITZIE: Still, we've got to get out of here soon.

I haven't smelt anything this bad since Zahir's tent...

when he had the beans the other day. (CHUCKLES)

What the hell is wrong with you, man?

(SCREAMS)

(SUNNI SCREAMING) ZAHIR: Help me!

HOLDEN: Nora, wait! Michael, Michael!

NORA: Oh, my God!

(GROANING LOUDLY)

NORA: Oh, my God! ZAHIR: Help me!

SUNNI: What do we do?

HOLDEN: Okay, man, don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here.

Okay, come on, guys! Help me, please!

HOLDEN: Michael, Michael.

NORA: Okay.

HOLDEN: Calm down.

We need to push, all right?

All right. All right, push!

One, two, three. HOLDEN: My God.

(SCREAMING)

NORA: Come on. Push, push, push!

ZAHIR: Stop! Stop!

NORA: Hey, hey, hey, hey- Okay.

HOLDEN: What are you doing with the phone?

You're not gonna get reception down here.

We're 90 feet below ground.

The walls are six feet thick.

Jesus, use your head.

HOLDEN: We're never gonna be able to get

this rock off of him by ourselves. (ZAHIR GROANING)

And even if we do...

NORA: There's water in there, get it out.

Hey, hey. Listen to me.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Take these.

I want you to swallow these, okay? I want you to swallow.

Here you go.

FITZIE: He's gonna be okay, Doctor?

He's not gonna die, is he?

NORA: Fitzie!

Just shut up, please!

You're not helping right now, okay?

Michael, Michael. Breathe.

NORA: Hey, baby. Look at me. Michael.

You are going to get out of here, okay?

Just breathe, that's right.

Breathe.

FITZIE: Stay back, something could still fall.

(ZAHIR WHIMPERING)

FITZIE: What are you looking at?

This shaft should take us back to where we came from.

You know, I think I can get up there.

FITZIE: No, no, that's not a good idea.

I've been rock climbing my entire life.

If you give me a boost, I can brace myself in there and shimmy up.

(GRUNTING) FITZIE: Guys, she wants to climb this shaft.

Can you tell her she's crazy?

I can do it.

NORA: Don't worry.

ZAHIR: Help me, come on!

Here, take this.

That way we can watch on the monitor.

FITZIE: Jesus.

How's that? You're picking that up? Yeah?

All right.

Okay. All right.

NORA: Okay, Sunni, be careful.

HOLDEN: Michael, calm down.

(FITZIE GRUNTING)

NORA: Go slow! SUNNI: Yeah.

FITZIE: Okay, be careful, Sunni. NORA: Go slow, go slow!

SUNNI: Yeah.

FITZIE: Right, just take your time, okay?

SUNNI: You got it.

FITZIE: At the same time, don't take too long.

Just let us know if you see anything.

NORA: Okay. FITZIE: Okay, Sunni?

NORA: Oh, God.

You okay? Go slow, okay? SUNNI: Yeah.

(GRUNTING)

FITZIE: What do you see?

SUNNI: I see two people

trying to break my concentration!

Are you okay?

SUNNI: Did you guys hear that?

NORA: I can't see anything.

FITZIE: It's too dark.

(ZAHIR WHIMPERING)

FITZIE: Hang in there, Zahir.

Let us know as soon as you see anything, okay, Sunni?

SUNNI: I think something is up here.

There's some kind of low tunnel perpendicular to us.

(PANTING)

(SCREECHING) (SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, my God! Sunni, are you okay?

SUNNI: Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, God.

SUNNI: You okay, Fitzie?

Okay.

I think I've got shit in my ear. NORA: Dad, give me my bag.

Here, use this.

What happened up there?

I saw something.

I was almost there and it popped out at me.

This is gonna sting, okay?

FITZIE: So, was it a dog, yeah?

SUNNI: I didn't get a good look.

But when I saw it, I lost my...

I have another bag.

I saw its eyes.

FITZIE: (STAMMERS) What was it?

HOLDEN: Yeah, hold on.

It was the same thing we saw

before we lost contact with Shorty.

(GROANS) Sorry, sorry.

You know, maybe it's the soldier.

He knows we're down here. He's probably gonna be looking for us.

A soldier popped out of a hidden tunnel and scratched my face.

Maybe there's a way out over there.

NORA: Hey, Michael. Michael.

These carvings tell a story.

You see these figures holding the spears.

These are the same ones we saw in the apex.

This is a warning.

A warning?

A warning for what?

I don't know.

I think we should just stay here.

That soldier will come looking for us eventually.

No, Michael might not have that long.

We have to look for another way out.

All right, then, fine.

What is your plan now, Nora?

SUNNI: If there is a gate here...

then behind those stones there is a passage...

and maybe another way out.

And if the gate has been standing here for thousands of years...

maybe it's standing here for a reason.

Who are we to destroy it?

SUNNI: Jesus!

Stop being an archaeologist for a minute here...

and start being a human being!

Look, she's right, okay?

We have to look for help!

Maybe we can try the shaft. Nora!

Look at her face!

We don't know what's up there!

FITZIE: Look, guys, we can't just sit around here.

Okay, we've got things up there

scratching people's faces.

It stinks in here!

So put your mask back on.

No, I'm serious, man. Listen...

if we can survive this drop then so can it.

Whatever it is.

And while we're trapped in here

we're like food in a bowl right now.

All right, fine.

SUNNI: There. You got it? I got it. Let's go over here.

Yeah, we're fine.

(HOLDEN GRUNTING)

NORA: Okay, one more. Ready? One, two...

(THUDS) (ALL EXCLAIM)

NORA: Oh, God.

HOLDEN: I don't know if it's safe in there.

For all we know that air could be...

SUNNI: Yeah, we'll take our chances.

FITZIE: If you ask me, it's not gonna be any worse...

than the air we're breathing in here.

Yeah.

NORA: Hey.

You take it. No. Mmm-mmm.

No. What, you want to sit here in the dark?

No.

And besides, if we get lost

then maybe we can follow the light back.

Okay?

You're not gonna need the hatchet, but it's just in case.

I'm gonna go get you help, okay?

I'm gonna come back for you.

(SOBBING)

(LOUD PURRING)

(MAN SHOUTING IN THE DISTANCE)

NORA: Hey, listen.

It's that soldier! What's his name? Shadid!

Shadid! SUNNI: Shadid, help us!

FITZIE: Hello! SUNNI: We're right over here!

HOLDEN: Shadid!

NORA: Where's it coming from? (MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Uh, can't tell.

(MAN CONTINUES SPEAKING)

(SCREECHING)

Did you guys hear that?

ZAHIR: Help me! Help me!

What's happening to him?

You guys, that's not Shadid. That's Michael.

Michael! HOLDEN: You should go! Go, go!

Find Shadid! Nora, wait!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

FITZIE: Shouldn't we just go with them?

How are we supposed to find Shadid?

Hello?

Shadid!

Are you still there?

(NORA GRUNTS)

Michael.

Oh, my God.

(SHUDDERING)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no-

No, this isn't happening.

(SOBBING) No!

HOLDEN: Okay.

NORA: No, this is not possible.

I think we have to get out of here. NORA: No, no, no.

HOLDEN: It's not safe. NORA: No, where is he?

No, no...

No, it's not happening. No.

Nora. I don't believe it.

Nora, Nora. No, I...

Honey, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I know you cared for him, but we have to go.

(SOBBING) Michael... I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Honey, we have to go. Michael!

We have to join the others, okay? I can't...

Okay, honey, you've got to focus now.

We got to get out of this pyramid.

It's not safe for us. Come on.

Where did he go?

Come on. Okay, come on.

Come on. I can't.

Come on.

We should never have followed them.

FITZIE: What's taking them so long?

Should we go back there?

Shadid!

Shadid, can you hear us?

All right.

SUNNI: What happened to Zahir?

HOLDEN: Zahir is dead. (SUNNI AND FITZIE GASP)

HOLDEN: He tried to shift the boulder.

It rolled over and crushed him.

FITZIE: That's impossible. We couldn't shift

that thing between the four of us!

HOLDEN: I don't know. I think he was

chipping away at it with the hatchet.

SUNNI: Oh, that's a load of bull.

We heard the screams.

If there's anything we've learned today

it's that you're talking out of your ass.

FITZIE: No, she's right, yeah.

You're lying to us.

What about the eyes I saw at the top of the tunnel?

Whatever took a chunk out of my face killed Zahir!

HOLDEN: Calm down, lady. Oh, don't tell me to calm down!

(SCOFFS) I'm sorry...

but robot guy has just been devoured...

by a creature we cannot identify, for Christ's sake!

"Calm down."

Who the hell do you think...

Nobody made you come!

My job is to follow you guys with the camera.

What, are you just following orders now?

Step up and take responsibility

for your own actions! (SCREAMING)

Hey! Back off!

Keep her away from me! Back off!

Jesus, Sunni, relax.

Don't tell me to relax!

This asshole has led us into a death trap!

I don't need this right now.

FITZIE: Look, Sunni, all right?

You're panicking and you're freaking out!

You're just looking for someone to blame right now.

Oh, I found him.

FITZIE: Well, that attitude

is not going to help us out right now, is it?

All right, just relax.

Come on, just breathe.

I'm sure we can find a way out of here.

What we need to do is to find Shadid.

He got in here, we can get out.

Yeah. How's that?

FITZIE: Yeah, great.

(RUMBLING)

What's up?

No, it was nothing.

Come on, Fitzie, you go first.

FITZIE: (STAMMERS) What?

Me? Yes.

FITZIE: What am I, a bloody guinea pig?

Oh, for God's sake.

Are you seeing how tight this is?

HOLDEN: Just go. (GROANS)

Bloody hell.

SUNNI: Are you sure this is the way?

HOLDEN: Can't be sure of anything in this place.

FITZIE: So...

remind me again, guys,

what do I do if this thing jumps out at me...

and scratches my face off?

You try to put as much distance as you can between you and it.

FITZIE: Right, this is probably about as fast as I can move right now.

Just move faster, Fitzie!

I don't want to be here long enough to find out!

Guys.

(ANIMAL SNARLING)

NORA: Guys? HOLDEN: Yeah.

Something's behind us!

FITZIE: (STAMMERING) What do we do? What do we do?

SUNNI: Keep going! NORA: Just move! Move!

Just move, Fitzie! Move!

Go! Go! Go! Go as fast as you can, Fitzie!

NORA: It's coming faster!

Shit.

FITZIE: Oh, God! SUNNI: Don't stop.

(ANIMAL SCREECHING)

FITZIE: Oh, God. Oh, my God! There's something here.

Shit!

HOLDEN: Keep going. Keep going.

It's coming faster!

FITZIE: Oh, guys, the soldier's here! (SHADID SPEAKING ARABIC)

HOLDEN: It's Shadid.

Where the hell did he come from?

Hurry up, Fitzie!

Keep moving. Keep moving.

(ANIMAL SCREECHING) (NORA YELLING)

HOLDEN: Come on. Come on.

Get back.

Everybody, get back! Get back!

(ANIMAL SCREECHING)

(YOWLING)

(SCREECHING) (EXCLAIMS)

HOLDEN: Jesus.

What the hell was that?

(ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

HOLDEN: Oh, my God.

FITZIE: Holy shit!

HOLDEN: Lights! Fitzie! Come on.

Turn it off. Kill the light!

(ROARING CONTINUES IN THE DISTANCE)

SUNNI: We should... HOLDEN: No, no, no.

Just don't move a muscle.

(FITZIE COUGHING)

SUNNI: Fitzie, shut up.

HOLDEN: (WHISPERS) We should be very quiet.

(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SUNNI AND NORA GASPING)

(ROARING CONTINUES IN THE DISTANCE)

NORA: What the fuck was that?

HOLDEN: I have no idea.

FITZIE: Did you see the claws on that thing?

What the hell is going on down here?

HOLDEN: All right.

NORA: Don't go too close.

FITZIE: Is it gone?

Whoa, Sunni, that scratch is becoming really infected.

Your eye is not looking too good, either.

We need to find an exit right now.

(FITZIE CLEARS THROAT)

Please tell me there is something on this wall...

that explains how to get out of here...

or at least what the bloody hell is after us.

This panel depicts the final judgment, the weighing of souls.

FITZIE: What?

HOLDEN: It's from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.

When a person died, they passed into a room.

They were brought before Osiris and a panel of judges.

And next to them was a massive scale.

Then the god Anubis weighed their heart

against Maat, the goddess of truth.

And if it balanced perfectly,

they passed into the afterlife.

NORA: They believed they were sent to the sky

to dwell among the stars.

I thought the Book of the Dead

was just full of spells and incantations.

NORA: No, it's more than that.

It's a guide to immortality.

This was central to Egyptian philosophy.

This is the final milestone.

FITZIE: What, and you believe in this rubbish, do you?

They believed it.

I think the priests acted out this ritual.

None of this matters unless we get out of here.

We've got to go. Let's go! Let's go.

What do you see?

It's a dead end.

(SUNNI AND NORA SCREAMING) (GRUNTS)

Fuck!

(PANTING)

SUNNI: What was that?

FITZIE: I thought you said don't touch anything.

(CLICKING)

SUNNI: What now?

(CREAKING)

(SUNNI GASPS)

What...

(THUDDING) (SAND POURING)

HOLDEN: We'll get buried if we don't go!

Come on! (NORA SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

HOLDEN: Go, go, go!

Come on!

Nora! NORA: I'm trying!

HOLDEN: Nora.

Nora, come on!

Come on! NORA: Dad, I can't move!

I'm stuck!

Guys!

Dad!

Dad!

Help!

(SCREAMING)

(SUNNI GASPS)

FITZIE: Whoa! (SCREAMING)

Guys, I'm stuck! Help!

All right. Give us...

FITZIE: Sunni!

Oh, God!

Oh, my God! Sunni!

HOLDEN: Come on. Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Give me your hand. Come on! Just pull! Wiggle your legs!

FITZIE: God! I'm gonna help you!

I'm gonna get you!

Guys!

(SUNNI SCREAMING)

FITZIE: Shit!

No!

No, no, no, no! Don't! (SNARLING)

Sunni!

Guys!

SUNNI: Oh, God! No! Help! We need your help!

Oh, God.

(SUNNI SCREAMING)

FITZIE: Get away! Please... Sunni...

Get away!

Help!

NORA: Dad! Give me your hand. Give me your hand!

Help me. Just don't...

Keep at it! Dad!

You're doing great. Come on. Give me... Dad!

Wiggle your legs!

Come on, honey! You have to keep squirming!

Nora!

FITZIE: Sunni! (SCREAMING)

I'm gonna get you! Guys!

HOLDEN: Right there. Right there.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, and give me your hand!

Come on! Come on, Nora!

Hold on! Nora!

Got it! God...

Come on. I got your hand.

I got you, I got you.

NORA: Aah!

Pull! I am... (GRUNTING)

(NORA GRUNTING)

Nora...

Thank God. Thank God.

(SCREAMING) Oh, God!

HOLDEN: Fitzie! Doctor!

HOLDEN: Jesus. Oh, my God.

(SNARLING)

(SNARLING)

Okay!

Come here, guys. Fitzie, get on the corner.

Take the rope. I'm gonna throw it to you. All right?

Get the end. You got it? FITZIE: Yes!

HOLDEN: Great. Sunni, just hold on,

we're coming right down, all right?

Watch out!

Wait.

NORA: Be careful.

(NORA GRUNTS) FITZIE: Grip tight. Grip tight. Grip tight.

That's right. You're doing great.

HOLDEN: Oh, Jesus. She's... (GROANING)

Here, here.

(HOLDEN PANTING)

Okay-

(GROANING CONTINUES)

Lift up...

Right there, okay. Is that better?

Is that better? Okay.

Just try not to breathe so hard, all right?

Long breaths, yeah. (SUNNI GROANING)

Ow!

Nora. Come on, change places with me.

Cradle her head.

Okay. Okay. Just take her head.

(GRUNTS) Aah!

NORA: Oh, God.

We're gonna get you out of here, okay?

Right, guys? HOLDEN: Let's do it.

All right, we're gonna get you off, Sunni.

Okay, you got her legs? Yeah, yeah.

NORA: I got her shoulders. Okay.

Pull straight up, all right?

On the count of three. One...

two...

three. (SUNNI GROANING)

HOLDEN: Pull.

Come on!

(SUNNI SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(BONES CRACKING)

HOLDEN: Stop! Stop, stop!

FITZIE: Okay, okay, okay. It's not working.

HOLDEN: If we lift her off, she's gonna bleed out.

FITZIE: Okay, okay.

HOLDEN; Shit!

Okay, let's try again. HOLDEN: No.

No! She can't take it.

Just give her a second, all right.

NORA: Oh, God.

Oh, my God. FITZIE: What?

Oh, my God. HOLDEN: Jesus. Jesus.

Hold her. Hold her, hold her. Oh, my God!

Sunni! I'm trying! Hold her! Hold her!

I'm trying! Hold her! Hold her still!

I can't, I can't! She can't twist!

Hold her! I can't!

She's gone into...

Okay.

NORA: (GASPS) Oh, God.

Sunni?

FITZIE: Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

NORA: Oh, my God.

I think I can get her leg off.

I think if I just get her leg off,

then we can get her out of here.

HOLDEN: Fitzie, that's it. Oh, my God.

FITZIE: No. No, no, no.

We need to get her off.

(SOBBING)

NORA: Oh, my God.

NORA: Those creatures can come back at any minute.

We have to go now.

Dad? (CLEARS THROAT)

Your neck.

Oh, shit, is that...

(STUTTERING) Like the digger! Probably.

Just... NORA: What?

FITZIE: But why has it appeared now?

HOLDEN: The masks stopped the onset.

For some reason, the progress has been slowed.

NORA: Why didn't you say anything?

What difference does it make?

If I'm infected, we all will be. It doesn't...

(SIGHS) Sorry.

NORA: Okay, we got to get out of here right now.

Well, that's our only choice.

(GRUNTING)

HOLDEN: You okay, Fitzie?

Yeah. All right.

Those things... I think they're Sphynx cats.

FITZIE: Like the statue?

The ancient Egyptians believed that cats, like Bastet...

were the guardians of the underworld.

They could have been placed here

to protect whomever was buried in here.

HOLDEN: All right, this way.

FITZIE: How have they survived all this time

without any food or water?

HOLDEN: I think they ate each other.

Each generation feeding the next.

Like, uh, rats.

FITZIE: Great, so to survive down here,

you have to resort to cannibalism.

That would explain the air toxicity.

HOLDEN: Okay, I see an opening overhead.

Fitzie, bring your camera here, I need the light.

FITZIE: How can we possibly be back here?

It's a labyrinth.

Wait, wait, wait. Let's just think this through logically.

All right, we can't go that way, that's a sand trap.

And we know that that's a dead end.

But Corporal Shadid got in here somehow,

so there has to be a way out.

How can we...

Look.

(FITZIE GASPS)

Shorty.

You know, this antenna might still be

broadcasting a signal to the outside.

Well, what are you thinking?

FITZIE: Hold on one second.

(BEEPING)

(WHIRRING) (GASPS)

I can rewire my camera to it

and we can record a message...

and send it to one of the outside monitors.

Well, will that work?

(CHUCKLES) It's worth a shot. I mean...

I can't guarantee anyone's gonna see it,

but, it'd improve our odds.

HOLDEN: What's that?

Ah.

Look. Ah. FITZIE: Brilliant.

Okay, so, uh, be quick, Doctor.

I'm not sure how long this aerial battery's gonna last

And also, you know, the cat creatures.

(SIGHS) Hopefully someone will bother to play back

these tapes when they find our gear.

If they find it.

(CLEARS THROAT)

My name is Dr. Miles Holden.

And I was a professor at Princeton University.

I am trapped in the excavation site with my daughter...

Dr. Nora Holden, and cameraman Terry Fitzsimmons.

And we need help.

Two of our team members, engineer Michael Zahir...

and documentary filmmaker Sunni Marshe, are dead.

This pyramid, unlike any other structure I've ever encountered...

seems to have been built with the express purpose...

of keeping whatever is inside from escaping.

If you come down here, bring guns.

Is that good?

Yeah, it was good. It was really good.

Did you feel that? (EXHALES)

Yeah.

(GASPS) HOLDEN: Huh?

NORA: Oh, wow.

HOLDEN: It's like a vacuum pulling the air out.

FITZIE: (STUTTERING) What is it?

I think something's back there.

I think it's a way out.

FITZIE: How do you know that?

HOLDEN: I don't.

(NORA EXHALES HEAVILY)

FITZIE: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Careful, Doc.

Remember the last time you started touching things.

(NORA SIGHS)

(THUDS) HOLDEN: Whoa!

(NORA GASPS)

How did you find that?

I didn't spend my entire life behind a desk, you know.

FITZIE: Creepy stuff.

NORA: Do you think Shadid came this way?

I do.

FITZIE: This doesn't look like the Egypt stuff

you find at the British Museum, eh, guys?

HOLDEN: This possibly could be a link

to an older civilization.

(NORA BREATHING HEAVILY)

FITZIE: So, um...

how are you feeling, Doc?

HOLDEN: I want to get out of here.

FITZIE: Oh, yeah.

HOLDEN: What?

FITZIE: Do you, um...

I mean, do you feel any sicker or...

You know what? I really haven't

had that much time to think about it.

FITZIE: Mmm.

Oh, man.

(ALL COUGHING)

FITZIE: Whoa.

So...

NORA: Ugh.

FITZIE: From the shitty room

to the kitty tomb...

that, you know, also smells like shit.

You think this was built

to be some sort of prison, then, Doc?

Oh, well, many temples in the ancient world...

were thought to be the earthly dwelling places of the gods.

Some were benign and giving.

Others, like the gods the Aztecs worshipped,

were violent.

They were imprisoned...

and then they were fed a steady diet

of human sacrifice to appease them.

Thousands were sacrificed.

As their hearts were cut out...

their bodies were kicked down the pyramid steps.

So, what's your point?

Whatever we're dealing with,

it's not benign and giving.

FITZIE: Let's go deeper into this hellhole.

Make it completely impossible for them to discover our bodies.

FITZIE: Oh, shit.

(NORA GASPS)

HOLDEN: I think we found the bottom of the pyramid.

(COUGHS)

Well...

(COUGHS) now we just have to find...

the right escape shaft.

(COUGHS)

Dad? HOLDEN: Huh?

Dad? What?

HOLDEN: Jesus.

Well, well, well, well.

We were not the first ones here.

FITZIE: What happened to him?

HOLDEN: Shit. Shit, look at that.

NORA: Hey, hey. What?

(GASPS)

That's a Freemason symbol. HOLDEN: Huh.

They must've built the offshoot tunnel that we entered.

Yeah, it makes sense.

FITZIE: All right, yeah, this is all very interesting...

but our main priority should be getting out of here.

(SCOFFS) The Masons aren't important.

HOLDEN: They were excellent tomb robbers.

If they couldn't find a way out...

Shit.

NORA: What?

I can't read this. What is that?

Here, give it to me.

Guys, can we drop the history crap for five minutes, please...

and get out of here?

HOLDEN: Just read it!

It's a journal.

Fitzie, I need your light.

"May 21st, 1897.

"The path we took upon our entry

"into the pyramid has been blocked.

"We may have located

"a means of escape in the burial chamber."

That's the last entry.

(SIGHS)

And this looks like the burial chamber to me.

All right. Well, then...

there might be a means of escape!

HOLDEN: You're right.

We have to keep going. We don't want to end up...

(GROANING)

(GASPING)

Dad! Dad! FITZIE: Nora! Run!

(NORA SCREAMING) (GROWLING)

FITZIE: Nora! Let's go!

(ROARING)

No! I have to go back for him!

No, we can't! I have to go back!

I'm sorry, we've got to go!

Keep going!

NORA: Oh, my God!

What? No! (SOBBING)

No! No!

Oh, my God.

(ROARING)

(BOTH GASPING)

(NORA SOBBING)

I can't...

(SOBBING)

(SHUSHES) He's gone.

He's gone.

There must be some sort of latch...

or mechanism that your dad found.

I don't know.

I don't...

You know what?

Screw it.

I'd rather face him once and for all

than spend the rest of my life running.

Are you out of your mind?

Nora, come on.

Look at all this shit we've been through!

Someone will find our tapes.

The least I can do is let people know

who killed me.

What is wrong with you?

My dad just died and all you care about is getting your shot.

It's not about the shot, Nora.

I just don't know what else to do.

Fitzie, please don't leave me.

Fitzie, please...

Fitzie...

(SOBBING)

(LOW GROWLING)

(ROARING)

(CHAINS RATTLING)

(PANTING)

(ROARING) (HOLDEN GROANING)

FITZIE: (WHISPERING) Oh, God.

HOLDEN: Help!

FITZIE: Oh, he's still alive.

(LOW GROWLING)

(HOLDEN GROANING)

(ROARING)

Help... Help, help...

No...

(SCREAMING)

(CHOMPING)

(GROWLING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

(LOW GROWLING)

(FOOTSTEPS THUDDING)

(ROARING)

(WHISPERING) Nora.

(NORA SOBBING)

(GASPING)

(ROARING)

(GROWLING)

(GASPING)

(GROWLING)

(DOOR THUDS)

(MUFFLED GASP)

It's me.

(SCREAMING)

NORA: This isn't real.

No, this can't be happening.

It's impossible.

It's Anubis, or the Devourer.

He took my father's heart to weigh his soul.

(GASPS)

What are you talking about?

Anubis, half man, half jackal.

He ate the hearts of those he found to be impure.

In the Book of the Dead...

the Last Judgment is the final gate

before resurrection or damnation.

If there's a way out, it's inside that room.

We don't have a choice.

We can either stay here and die, or we...

Or we can die trying.

FITZIE: Oh, God, it's the soldier.

Come on, Nora.

(SOBBING) I'm so sorry, Dad.

(NORA SOBBING)

FITZIE: Come on, Nora. Grab his flare.

Wait.

(SNIFFS)

it tells the story of Osiris.

Osiris. No, no, no.

You said Anubis.

Osiris was his father...

or his creator.

It's the same symbol for both words.

Egyptians believe Osiris came from the heavens...

and brought agriculture and tool-making...

I get that you find this stuff fascinating, okay?

But right now what we should be

working on is how to get out of here.

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Osiris knew that his time had come on Earth...

so he had this pyramid built

for his journey into the afterlife.

Nora, I promise you, look...

I've got it all down on tape. All right?

You can watch it back as soon as we're out.

Anubis turned his wrath on the people.

He had hundreds of them sacrificed...

so he could join his father in the afterlife.

Since his soul was corrupted,

he was looking for a pure one...

a pure heart, if you will.

The only way to enter the final gate of heaven.

My father was right.

This pyramid became a prison.

Closed by the Egyptians to get rid of their own god.

Nora, does this thing give us any clues

on how to get out of here?

It says something about a star map.

Then you got to find it, okay?

Because your friend Anubis is gonna be back any minute now!

The exit shaft points to where the dead

was supposed to be resurrected.

FITZIE: Well, then...

There must be at least six shafts in this room.

How do we know which is the right one?

The stars...

Look at the ceiling.

Fitzie, turn off your light.

Look at the ceiling.

In between the hieroglyphs, all those dots.

That's the star map!

So what exactly are we looking for?

The tetrahedron.

The three-sided pyramid is also

the hieroglyphic symbol for the Sirius star.

Look! There it is.

The brightest one.

It's right above this shaft.

It's got to be our way out!

Okay. Well, let's go check it out.

NORA: Okay. Come on!

It's got to be the one.

Look! The rope. (LAUGHING)

That's got to be how the soldier entered.

FITZIE: Ah. Thank you, Captain Egypt.

You think that thing will hold us both?

I guess we have to see.

Okay-

All right, you go first.

Here, take this.

Just in case.

I'll be right behind you.

Okay, hold that.

(EXHALES)

Okay-

(NORA GRUNTS)

FITZIE: You okay? Yeah, I'm good.

FITZIE: Try and get your leg up on that ledge.

(NORA GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Can't be much further now.

(ANUBIS ROARING)

Shit! He's back!

Go, Nora! Go!

Don't look back! Fitzie, keep going! Don't look down!

FITZIE: Shit, he's back!

Go, Nora! Go! Go! Go!

Come on, Fitzie, move!

I'm coming! Move! Move!

Go on!

Come on, Fitzie!

You can keep going! Come on! Don't look down!

(ROARING)

Climb!

(ROARING) (FITZIE SCREAMING)

Fitzie!

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

Help! Help!

(SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

No!

(SCREAMING) (GROWLING)

(SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(ROARING) (SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERING) Aah!

Fitzie.

(GROWLING) No!

(ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SOBBING) (GROWLING)

(SCREAMING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREECHING)

(HISSING)

(SNARLING)

(LOW GROWLING)

(CLATTERING)

(HISSING)

(ROARING)

(CATS YOWLING)

(ROARING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Ah...

(PANTING)

Yeah...

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GROANING)

(WEAKLY) Help me.

Help me.

Help, please...

Please help me.

(NORA GASPS) (ROARING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

The only thing

My silhouette

I meet my fate with every breath

My heart escapes

Rising through a hole in the ceiling

Disintegrate

The body that I'm holding

I will sacrifice more than a thousand lives

My soul won't be crucified

I'll come back with light shining

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Get back what you took from me

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Get back what you took from me

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Prepare my grave

For what I know, it's waiting

I welcome in

All that I am fearing

There's no way out

Now I must shed my skin

The only way through the flame of fire within

I will sacrifice

More than a thousand lives

My soul won't be crucified

Get back what you took from me

Me...

In the dark there is light

In the day there is night

In the peace there is fight

I started a war

In the dark there is light

In the day there is night

In the peace there is fight

I started a war

In the dark there is light

In the day there is night

In the peace there is fight

I started a war

In the dark there is light

In the day there is night

In the peace there is fight

I started a war