Ahh, Dr. Jones... WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE ABODE! I can't see them through the box. I have one bead. I have two beads. I have three beads. I have four beads. I have five beads. I have a hand full of beads. I've got a lot of beads. The box is closed. I already have it. I'll put them in the box, too. I'll put it in the box, too. It's a stone disk with solar images carved into it. It's a stone disk with lunar images carved into it. It's a stone disk with earthly images carved into it. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! I can't read in the dark. It's open. I better keep it open. My necklace! I'll NEVER give away my necklace! I can't see them through the box. I have one bead. I have two beads. I have three beads. I have four beads. I have five beads. I have a hand full of beads. I've got a lot of beads. The box is closed. I already have it. I'll put them in the box, too. I'll put it in the box, too. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! I can't read in the dark. It's open. I better keep it open. My necklace! I'll NEVER give away my necklace! I have it already. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! It's too dark to read! I can't give my whip away. That's my whip. It's my favorite piece of equipment. It could be useful in the right spot. That doesn't work. Shouldn't be here. I don't want to interfere with Dr. Heimdall. I can't reach it through the ice. I got it already. I can't put anything through the ice. It's an eel figurine trapped in ice. It looks like Heimdall managed to chip the eel head free. It's a bronze coil. It sure is gooey. There IS a sticky wad of gum under here. It sure is gooey. It says `One Day Pass, Kareem's Sightseeing Tours`. It's too dark to see! Hmm. The only mark on this map is one big `X.` Hey, this is no shirt, it's a map! It's my map. Too bad I can't get a good look. I can't reach it. Right idea, wrong tool. I don't think that will work. It looks like a map! It's a particularly sharp ship rib. It's a ship rib. It feels like a sharp stick of wood. It feels like a sharp stick of wood. It's a static-charged comb on a string. It's a weird amber fish on a string. It's an orichalcum detector. It's a hose. It's a hose. It still feels like a hose. It's either a hose or a sleeping snake. I hope it's a hose. I can't reach it. I already have it. It's a surveyor's transit. It's a surveyor's transit... ...useful for measuring angles and laying out straight lines. There's an orichalcum bead underneath it! ...I'll take that too. There're two more beads underneath it! ...I'll take them too. I can't reach it from here. The orichalcum is now in the box. The orichalcum is already in the box. It's already in the box. That doesn't seem to work. It isn't open. I can't reach it. It's already open. I can't reach it. It's already closed. I can't reach it. It's a gold box. It's a gold box with a necklace and orichalcum inside. It's a gold box with a necklace inside. It's a gold box with orichalcum inside. It's an empty gold box with a lead lining. It's beautiful...too bad I can't reach it. I already have it. It's already on. It's some sort of device to control the lights. It's a light wand. It feels like a metal rod... ...with an opening on one end. It's a metal rod with an opening on one end. It's a light wand. It's a light wand. It looks like a stone fish head. I've already got it. Surely, this is NOT the cup of a carpenter. It's an empty cup. It's full of water. It's full of lava. It's a cup. Too bad I can't reach it. I can't reach it from here. I can't reach it from here. It's a stone disk with earthly images carved into it. It's a stone disk with lunar images carved into it. It's a stone disk with solar images carved into it. This was a hinge pin that held up the door. Whoever built this place wasn't a spook! Whatever you say, babe. Will you please stop with this hokum? I can't do that. It's a lava pit full of calcified skeletons. It leads back to the middle ring. I already have it. It's a bronze rod, probably a king's scepter. I don't need any old bones. I'd rather not disturb them. Look at those feet... ...or whatever they were. I don't need any old bones. I'd rather not disturb them. I'll bet this one never won a beauty contest. I don't need any old bones. I'd rather not disturb them. It's red hot. Ouch! It's too hot! I'd better open it first. She's put it back on. I might need it later to make more orichalcum. I think I've already used enough orichalcum for now. That doesn't seem to work. It's red hot. Ouch! It's too hot! I'd better open it first. She's put it back on. I might need it later to make more orichalcum. I think I've already used enough orichalcum for now. That doesn't seem to work. Hey... Sophia... Excuse me... Look what you've done! Now leave me alone! SPEAK, MORTAL! TALK! I HEAR YOU! Yes? Take it easy while I look around. Take your time... ...I'm not going anywhere. Why are you acting like this? What's making you so weird? Pull yourself together, will you? Geez, this place gives me the creeps. Come on, Sophia, let's get out of here. Are you coming with me or not? Take it easy while I look around. Geez, this place still gives me the creeps. What do we do now? Come on, Sophia, let's get out of here. Let's move on. Acting like what? Speak your mind, CHURL! What do you mean, CHURL? Oh? I find it exceptionally RESTFUL. NEVER! I'm staying right here... ...with the Spirit Who Guides My Thoughts. I'm not going ANYWHERE! Take your time... ...I'm not going anywhere. Me too. Lead the way, Indy... ...I'm with you. Let's. Let's catch up with Kerner and Ubermann... ...before it's too late. Yeah, the stone beds sure look comfy. How's the throat? You sound a little hoarse. SILENCE, FOOL! I'm still finding my TRUE VOICE! SOON you will hear my commands and OBEY! Keep your shirt on. There's no hurry. Sophia? Is that you? Hello, Spirit Guide, my name's Jones. You're starting to make me nervous, kiddo. The woman that WAS is now... ...THE KING THAT SHALL EVER BE! Address me accordingly, please. YES, I KNOW YOU. YOU'LL MAKE A FINE SLAVE! Oh yeah? Don't count on it! Don't fret, Indy... ...at last, Nur-Ab-Sal and I... ...are ONE and the SAME! Sure, why not? Fine, if you promise not to foam at the mouth. I knew you'd understand. Goodbye, Indy. You think you're so smart... ...but you understand NOTHING! So, are you a girl or a guy now or what? Sorry, your highness. FLESH MEANS NOTHING! I AM THE GREAT SPIRIT INCARNATE! Yes, well... ...I'm glad we cleared THAT up. PRAY FOR MERCY, SWINE! Come on, Sophia, get a grip on yourself. You sound like you're possessed. Let me talk to the mortal woman. If you're going to be insulting, forget it. I am no longer the one you called, `Sophia.` I am simply THE ONE WHO RULES. Possessed? HA HA HA! By what? MAKE IT QUICK! THE TIME FOR HUMAN FRAILTY IS PAST! Then BE GONE, I say. Sophia, what's going on here? How can I help you? I think your necklace is driving you nuts. Come on, snap out of it! The deed that began in Iceland is done! The Great Spirit is back in his kingdom... ...thanks to me! I can't help myself, that's for sure... ...my will power is gone... ...replaced by the thing I found... ...and thought I owned. It's all up to you, Indy. The Great Spirit is RESTLESS. You would be too if you'd spent a thousand years in a piece of jewelry. GRRRR! That's absurd! For the first time in my life... ...my mind is perfectly clear! What can I do? Sorry I asked. The one who feeds on fire is always hungry. Desperate moments require desperate measures! Save yourself, Indy! Get rid of that necklace, Sophia! Come on, Sophia, hand over the necklace! Wise up, Sophia, throw the necklace away! Okay, Sophia, do what you want. I can't. In ten years I've NEVER let it out of my grasp... ...NOW I can't even force myself to take it off. Ohh, Indy-- I'm DOOMED! No, no. Nur-Ab-Sal wouldn't like that. Goodbye, Indy. By Nur-Ab-Sal. By the evil spirits of these skeletons. By that stupid necklace of yours. How should I know? Well, you're wrong... ...we're just friends. Not a chance... These were the noblest creatures who ever walked the Earth. It's not my necklace, it's what LIVES INSIDE. Possessed by a bronze trinket? Well, then, shut up and leave me alone. It's got you by the throat. It's been working on you for years. Okay, it's just a bronze trinket. Finally, we agree on something. Now go while you still have time! Don't be ridiculous! NOOOOOOOOO! Sorry, Sophia... So long, Nur-Ab-Sal. Thanks, Indy. If you hadn't done that, I'd be as dead as that monster. Ahh, Dr. Jones... WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE ABODE! She looks fine. She looks possessed. Mind if I look at your necklace? Bones don't grow like this naturally. Where do you suppose they come from... ...Mars? ...Hell? Ow! That medallion is HOT! Drop it, why don't you? Nur-Ab-Sal won't let me! Now it's cooled off. You don't look at all well, Dr. Jones. I can't see them through the box. I have one bead. I have two beads. I have three beads. I have four beads. I have five beads. I have a hand full of beads. I've got alot of beads. The box is closed. I already have it. I'll put them in the box, too. I'll put it in the box, too. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! I can't read in the dark. It's open. I better keep it open. My necklace! I'll NEVER give away my necklace! You don't look at all well, Dr. Jones. It's a stone carving of Shiva. I have to be more careful around these things. It's already open. It won't close. It's a crude copy of a Persian idol. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. I already have it. It's dusty. Looks like someone's ashes in here. That doesn't seem to work. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. It's already open. It's already closed. It's a genuine candlestick. Urrrh... I think it's fine right where it is. I can't lift the lid. It's already open. It's already closed. Marcus still thinks this chest belonged to Columbus. It's full of... ...air. It's a genuine candlestick. It's a copy of an Egyptian statue of Horus. Poor Marcus... ...he thought this was a Masai warrior. It's a medieval gargoyle... ...or a good imitation. Feels like there's something loose in here... ...a key? It's some kind of funeral urn. It's some kind of funeral urn. It must be made out of lead. There! Alright, Jones... How are you going to find that STATUE in all this JUNK? I don't need anything here. Here's a cartouche from The Well of Souls. Here's a Thuggee idol. Ah, letters from the school principal to my dad. They all begin the same way: `Regarding Henry`... I wish that purple meteor on the top shelf would stop glowing. I really should catalogue this stuff. It's already open. It's already closed. I guess it's mayonnaise, but it looks like used motor oil. I guess it's mayonnaise, but it looks like used motor oil. There's no lid. GLOOP! GLOOOP! GLOOOOP! GLOOOOOP! It's already open. Whew! Guess I should have cleaned it out. It's already closed. It's my old ice box. I haven't used it in months. There's a jar of something in here. There's nothing useful in here. I can't give my whip away. That's my whip. It's my favorite piece of equipment. It could be useful in the right spot. That doesn't work. Nothing up here but a few broken pots. I have it already. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! It's too dark to read! It's an expensive topcoat. I'd better call a glazier. Nothing useful in here. It's my old steamer trunk. It's already open. It's already closed. I'm back! Indy...? You don't look at all well, Dr. Jones. Exploring our collections can be dangerous, Mr. uhh... ...what was your name again? Smith. Tell me... ...did you find a lock to match my key? You bet I did. Take a look. I still think it's a fake. Then you won't mind if I take it! REALLY, Mr. Smith! Stand back, gentlemen! I hope you've got a getaway car waiting... ...you'll need one. Hmm. Wo ist Fritz? He got away! But we got his coat, Marcus. Hey, what's this... What does a SPY want with a PHONY STATUE? *sigh* I lied, Marcus-- I don't think it's phony. I can't place the style... ...but it's OLD. Look what else our friend was carrying... Where is she now? She gave up archaeology to become a PSYCHIC. How odd. You can say that again. Indy... ...Kerner found YOU, what if he finds HER? We should WARN the woman. You're right. I want to know more about that statue! You know, Marcus, the coldest year of my life... ...was the one I spent in Iceland with Sophia. I got it! I found Plato's Lost Dialogue! Really...? Our jungle friend Sternhart is quite the scholar. Let me see! Okay, Jones, let's have a look at that book! Take a look... I don't see how this will help us find Atlantis. I don't see how this will help us find Atlantis. Isn't it obvious? Didn't you notice Plato's tenfold numbering error? Plato mentions colonies and outposts; we'll find them. Sternhart probably could have told us a lot. No! It's much too vague... ...our only hope is supernatural inspiration. So he got his dates mixed up... ...why is that so important? But he doesn't name them. Sternhart's long gone. I'd sooner trust my Spirit Guide. You mean your old pal, Nur-Ab-Sal. Let's just figure out where those colonies were. Plato's the one to trust, I think. If I can make contact, yes. We need the names. Oh? So Atlantis vanished 1,000 years before Plato, instead of 10,000... ...how does that help us? Other sources may identify them for us. Maybe names aren't important. I wonder... Where's my Spirit Guide when I need him? Come on, Sophia, the answer's in the book, not outer space! Plato's error means distances could ALSO be wrong. We may not find Atlantis in the Atlantic at all. Maybe the colony names will turn up. So what if they are? Where then? They better. I doubt Nur-Ab-Sal will recognize our modern names. Forget about the colony names for now. Let's concentrate on the tenfold error. Okay. If Plato is right, Atlantis is in the MEDITERRANEAN. You mean-- 300 miles from Greece instead of 3,000. Yes! The cradle of civilization. Of course, the lost dialogue could still be a fake. You could be right. No, it sounds real. He once told me he came from the middle of the world. That's what `Mediterranean` means! Good old Nur-Ab-Sal. I'm starting to like him. Enough with your fantasies. I'm talking facts. ...then Atlantis must be in the MEDITERRANEAN! Wait! Quiet! I think I'm getting something! Wait! Quiet! I think I'm getting something! Don't push this too far, Sophia. That orichalcum sure is spooky stuff. So, Mr. Sal, what's the secret? Are you feeling okay? Will you just shut up and listen to me? Spooky? Haven't you learned anything? Be patient... ...he's lost. But I think I know how to guide him home! I'm fine. Dealing with Nur-Ab-Sal takes a lot of energy, that's all. Now listen... Among the artifacts that Kerner stole... ...was a small STONE DISK with a HOLE in it. I'm sure it was one of the THREE STONES mentioned in Plato's book. And I didn't find it... ...I bought it from Alain Trottier, in MONTE CARLO. ...I bought it from Omar Al-Jabbar, in ALGIERS. Haven't we talked to enough of these nut cases? Why should he help us? ...or was it Omar Al-Jabbar, in ALGIERS? ...or was it Alain Trottier, in MONTE CARLO? Either way, ...this much I DO know... ...we'll need ALL THREE stones... You'll need ALL THREE stones... ...if we want to find Atlantis. ...if you want to find Atlantis. Alright, I'm ready to go. How will I find Trottier and Al-Jabbar? I'll go, but you're staying here. Maybe we ought to call the whole thing off. We'll see about that... You can weasel out later, but... To find the three stones mentioned by Plato... ...we better start with Trottier in Monte Carlo... and Al-Jabbar in Algiers. Great, let's go! Not so fast... Not so fast... ...first I'm going to tell your FORTUNE... ...look into my eyes... ...DEEP into my eyes... For Pete's sake... ...I'm not going to hurt you. Now hold still. You are a remarkable man, Dr. Jones. You possess great strength of character... ...you are resourceful... ...you trust others and want them to trust you. The most promising path to Atlantis, therefore, is the one we both must take... ...together, as a team. ...but you're better with your fists than your head. I foresee combat and violence along your path to Atlantis... ...a path too dangerous for me. ...always eager to solve life's deepest puzzles. I never could follow the thoughts of your maze-like mind... ...so I can't follow you along the twisting path that leads to Atlantis. Alright, I'm convinced. You can come along. I'd rather go into action by myself. I'd rather think my way through. So it'll be rough. That's the way I like it. I'd rather tackle this together with you. I'd rather think my way through. You're right, I better think this through alone. I'd rather tackle this together with you. I'd rather go into action by myself. Are you absolutely sure? Yes, I'm sure. We should team up. Yes, I'm sure. I want action. Yes, I'm sure. I like to think. Um, let's go through this again. Nur-Ab-Sal is trying to guide you. He thinks your best chance is to cooperate with me. He respects your physical skills. He admires your ingenuity. Then let's go, PARTNER. Good luck. You'll need it. I understand. Stay in touch. Okay, if that's how you feel... ...we'll go together. ...I won't try to stop you. ...you're on your own. Good luck. Don't get any funny ideas. I'll be running the show. Let's get going. We can still catch tonight's clipper. Stay out of my way, and you won't get hurt. I'll send you a postcard. Take care of yourself...and don't talk to strange Nazis. You make it sound SO romantic. So long, Indy. Indy, what are you doing here? Indy, please... ...you ought to get going. Just stretching my legs. Maybe I forgot something. Now is not the time. I can't imagine what. Miss Hapgood may be in real danger! Uh... Well, don't just stand there... ...go find Plato's Lost Dialogue. ...let's get going. Uh... Enough talk, it's time to travel. I still don't know what we're doing here, Indy. I don't know, maybe I'll find something useful here. Just wanted to show you around the campus. I need to rest my feet awhile. Forget it. I'm sure there's nothing here that will help us. I've seen it before. Let's go. Rest later. We've got a world to discover! Fine. Let's get out of here. I can't see them through the box. I have one bead. I have two beads. I have three beads. I have four beads. I have five beads. I have a hand full of beads. I've got alot of beads. The box is closed. I already have it. I'll put them in the box, too. I'll put it in the box, too. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! I can't read in the dark. It's open. I better keep it open. My necklace! I'll NEVER give away my necklace! It's a stone carving of Shiva. I have to be more careful around these things. It's already open. It won't close. It's a crude copy of a Persian idol. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. I already have it. It's dusty. Looks like someone's ashes in here. That doesn't seem to work. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. It's already open. It's already closed. It's a genuine candlestick. Urrrh... I think it's fine right where it is. I can't lift the lid. It's already open. It's already closed. Marcus still thinks this chest belonged to Columbus. It's full of... ...air. It's a genuine candlestick. It's a copy of an Egyptian statue of Horus. Poor Marcus... ...he thought this was a Masai warrior. It's a medieval gargoyle... ...or a good imitation. Feels like there's something loose in here... ...a key? It's some kind of funeral urn. It's some kind of funeral urn. It must be made out of lead. There! Alright, Jones... How are you going to find that STATUE in all this JUNK? I can't see them through the box. I have one bead. I have two beads. I have three beads. I have four beads. I have five beads. I have a hand full of beads. I've got alot of beads. The box is closed. I already have it. I'll put them in the box, too. I'll put it in the box, too. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! I can't read in the dark. It's open. I better keep it open. My necklace! I'll NEVER give away my necklace! It's a stone carving of Shiva. I have to be more careful around these things. It's already open. It won't close. It's a crude copy of a Persian idol. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. I already have it. It's dusty. Looks like someone's ashes in here. That doesn't seem to work. I don't want to disturb it any more than necessary. It's already open. It's already closed. It's a genuine candlestick. Urrrh... I think it's fine right where it is. I can't lift the lid. It's already open. It's already closed. Marcus still thinks this chest belonged to Columbus. It's full of... ...air. It's a genuine candlestick. It's a copy of an Egyptian statue of Horus. Poor Marcus... ...he thought this was a Masai warrior. It's a medieval gargoyle... ...or a good imitation. Feels like there's something loose in here... ...a key? It's some kind of funeral urn. It's some kind of funeral urn. It must be made out of lead. There! Alright, Jones... How are you going to find that STATUE in all this JUNK? Marcus thought Potlatch Indians carved this. It looks like a movie prop to me. Boy are these faces hideous... ...hope there's no connection with MY ancestors. I can't push it any further. The floor isn't slippery enough. It won't move. I can't pull it any further. That won't help me here. It's an arrowhead with a soiled rag wrapped around it. It's from the Shawmut Collection... ...very sharp. Now it won't cut things up. That didn't do anything. Looks like textiles from the Shawmut Collection. Slightly frayed, but still strong. Looks dangerous. Looks dangerous. The chest is empty. The chest is empty. That didn't work. That didn't work. It's locked. It's already open. It's already-closed. I think the hinge is sprung. The label says: `unidentified potsherds` It won't go any further. It won't come any further. It's a hole leading to the attic. I can't reach it. Looks like beadwork from the Phoenix Collection. *oof* There's a manuscript inside... ...the LOST DIALOGUE of PLATO! There's a manuscript inside... ...the LOST DIALOGUE of PLATO! It sure is gooey. There IS a sticky wad of gum under here. It sure is gooey. A fine example of braided hemp. I've done enough climbing today. It's a screw... ...early twentieth century, I believe. It's screwed in too tight. Here it is! The Lost Dialogue of Plato! There's nothing of importance here. There's nothing of importance here. The back of the bookcase is too securely fastened to open. It's already open. The stairway is closed for repairs. There's nothing of importance here. There's nothing of importance here. It's the way up to the attic. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck. I don't need them; they're just textbooks. It's an old lecture hall desk... ...but I've got the gum. It's an old lecture hall desk... ...complete with a wad of gum, I'll bet. It's an old lecture hall desk. These books don't look familiar. Uh-oh. *ow* I think I've read them all. I don't need them; they're just textbooks. It's unscrewed. I can't unless I can find a way to protect my hands. OUCH! The screw came out... ...but that hurt! A cat idol... ...but, unlike the others, it's made of wax. Looks pretty slippery. It's a book, ready to fall. I can't reach it. I'm not getting out that way. Possibly an ancient Mesopotamian cat god. An imitation of Bast, cat goddess of fertility. One of Tutankhamen's pets. A cheap copy of a Siamese idol. It's a manuscript. It's the LOST DIALOGUE of PLATO! These aren't the books I'm looking for. It seems to be locked. It's already open. It's already closed. They're drawers. Miscellaneous antique vases. *unnh* Better get that roof checked. PFFFFT! YOW!! Oops... ...the lump of coal broke into a billion useless pieces. Missed! Another cat idol... ...it looks odd. It's made out of WAX. It's much too heavy to carry. I'm not leaving without that statue! It's hot. It's VERY hot. Well,... ...it melted. I don't want to incinerate that. It's already open. It's already closed. It's already open. It's already closed. It's already open. It's already closed. It's too slippery to walk up. A fine sample of bitumen. I have it already. It's hot enough already. That will just make a mess. It's a greasy old towel. I already have it. I think I'll stick this on my shoes for traction. I'm not going to chew this wad! Strange looking thing... I wonder where Marcus picked it up. I'll be... ...here's what I've been searching for! The wax is melting. There's a manuscript inside... ...the LOST DIALOGUE of PLATO! This isn't working. What do you know, the gum works! The stairway is closed for repairs. Well, well-- transportation. It says... Edward Teller: Phone Home. Wanted: share ride to World's Fair. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? For Sale: 1937 Ford coupe. Like new. 300 bucks. For Sale: Woodstock typewriter with floating carriage. Fifty bucks. Movie tonight: The Thirty-Nine Steps. Will trade: K&E slide rule for Fada radio. Wanted: Lionel Zephyr 0 gauge train set. Indy-- wait! Indy, please... What are you doing here? ...you ought to get going. Just stretching my legs. Looking around. Might find something important. Now is not the time... I doubt it. ...Miss Hapgood may be in real danger... ...get in your car and get going. What are you waiting for? Hey-- wait a minute! Come on, Indy... What are we doing here? It's time to move on. ...let's go. I'm not quite sure. Just exploring. Might find something useful. I guess not... I don't think so... ...let's get going. So, why are you dragging me in here? Plato's Lost Dialogue should be here somewhere. This is Caswell Hall-- we store all our junk here. Wait here while I look for the Ashkenazy collection. Wait here while I look for the Dunlop collection. Wait here while I look for the Pearce collection. Wait here while I look for the Sprague collection. Wait here while I look for the Ward collection. Need some help? You think Plato's Lost Dialogue is JUNK? No thanks... No thanks. You'd just get in the way. You can't go with me. You don't have tenure. Yes, please, it's scary in here. Fine... Fine, rub my nose in it... Save the sarcasm, Jones... I used to. Now I'm not so sure. I believe it's as real as Atlantis. I'll decide once I see it. Well, when you figure it out... Alright, Mr. Cynic, start searching... Some people have no faith... ...I'll meet you in your office. Where do you think you're going? Hey, smart guy... I've found the Lost Dialogue, and I'm off to find Atlantis! I'm not sure. I'm off to find Atlantis. I'm off somewhere to do something. I'm a little confused. Not without that book, you're not... I think you need some firm spiritual guidance... I'll say... You found the book!? Let's go in and take a look! Is that the Lost Dialogue of Plato in your hands? Yeah. Let's go inside and take a look! ...now get back in here. ...get back in here. ...now go back and find Plato's Lost Dialogue. ...we need that book. The stairway is closed for repairs. Aren't you coming? I'll just wait by the car. Sophia... What are we doing here? Yes? What a campus. And YOU could have been teaching here. I was going to ask YOU the same thing. What do we do now? Let's look around. Sure. This is YOUR territory, professor, not mine... Let's bid farewell to this ivory tower. You go, I'll wait. Well, here I am in New York... ...wondering how Sophia Hapgood got mixed up with Nazi spies. There's nothing to look at. There's nothing to look at. I have it already. I can't do that now! I can't do that now! It's too dark to read! I can't get there from here. I can't get there from here. It's the same crate I pushed earlier. It's a crate. I can't get there from here. It won't come any further toward me. I can't get there from here. It won't go any further that way. Darn. Locked. The way looks blocked. Looks like it might lead backstage. I already have it. It's today's paper. Imagine the suckers who actually pay to see Sophia's `Lost World` lectures. Sophia always wanted her name in lights. She's counting up the receipts. It's empty. They appear to be locked. The doors are locked, sir. They're locked. It's a taxi. Grand Central Station, please... Hmm, it's unlocked. Third time's the charm. Here I go again. Whaddaya want, pal? This ain't no ticket office. Back for more, huh? I've got nothing to say to you. You again? Now what? I'm here to enjoy Madame's outrageous orations. I'm here to watch Madame's egregious exhibition. I'm here to witness Madame's shameful speculations. I'm here to see the great Madame Sophia. I really need to talk to your star. I'm the fire inspector. I'm with the band. I'm here to fix the lights. Let me in, you Darwinian nightmare. Wait. I'm sorry I offended you. Excuse me. Sorry to bother you. This ain't that kind of show! Like I told you... ...she don't run that kind of show! Listen, this ain't no cheap nightclub! What do you take me for? A moron? Madame Sophia doesn't have a band. There's nothing wrong with the lights. It's not too late to apologize, buster! Was that an insult? Oh. In that case, whaddaya want? Grrr. Another admirer, huh...? So buy a ticket like everyone else. That's what they all say, mac. Stop, you're breaking my heart. I think there's a misunderstanding here. Help me out here, will you? Of course not. Madame Sophia's a serious thinker. Oh? I hear she's practicing sophistry in public. Really? I'm told she postulates on stage. It's a matter of life and Nazis. It's a matter of life and statuary. I've got to see her. She's the most wonderful woman. Just let me in, you ape. Are you calling me stupid? Don't kid around, pal... ...you're talking about my idol. That's a bald lie... ...and you better apologize for spreading it! Ape is it? Say you're sorry, or say your prayers! I would, but she'd have my head. Life and what? On second thought... Oops, I'm sorry. You're not an ape, you're a turnip! You better be. Oooooh! No sirree. What do you think? Lucky for you. I THINK I'm tired of fancy-dan college boys who use big words! And I THINK you better apologize. Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I don't have anything to apologize for. Why should I, you fat tub of lard? Make me, you fat slob. Drop dead, pumpkin head! You can't apologize to a vegetable. Apology accepted. That's where you're wrong, mister. That's it, wise guy, put up your dukes! Now you've done it! No kidding, I think she's the greatest. I shouldn't exaggerate. But she's great with fiction. Me too. There's SOMETHING about her... What did you say? Take it back! ...yeah, she's very pretty. ...yeah, she's got a great cerebrum. ...yeah, she's very smart. ...yeah, she sure knows how to obfuscate. Smart! I'll say! You know what I really like? It's the way she... ...she... Watch your mouth, bub! That goes without saying. Good night. No one talks about Madame Sophia like that! ...the way she cons folks out of their hard-earned cash? ...the way she tosses her head when she laughs? ...the way she makes things so easy to understand? ...the way she hires poor neanderthals like you? That's not nice! Better eat your words! I've never seen her laugh. Good night. THAT'S IT!!! All that smart stuff seems so easy when I'm listening to her! Say, you're okay for a college boy. Come on in. Was that an insult? Good night. Wait a minute! There's got to be some way to talk my way in. Gee, he looks pretty sore. Well, that didn't work. The bigger they are... ...well... you know. I guess I got lucky. I'm not sure I want to do a lot of fighting. And there's more where that came from! Is that meatball gone? That'll learn ya! Whew! Lucky that wasn't a Nazi spy, or I'd be dead. Maybe I ought to be more diplomatic... ...or try something else. Same to you. Better luck next time. Don't take any wooden nickels. Move along home, now. What now, buddy? Yeah? What for? Why won't you take no for an answer? Now take a hike! Now shove off! Now beat it! Now get lost! It looks as if I can move this box. There's nobody to talk to. Hello there... The show's sold out, sir. Excuse me... Come back next week. But-- Now wait-- Hold on-- Um-- No seats, no standing room, no exceptions. Good night, sir. No one here... ...or here either. Fritz... Fantastic news! I think we've found the treasure we seek. Well, here I am in New York... ...wondering how Sophia Hapgood got mixed up with Nazi spies. I can't make a call. I'm out of nickels. Hmm. Nothing happened. You don't pull a button. It appears to control this ghostly stage-prop. It's a lever. It won't go any further in that direction. It won't go any further in that direction. It's a lever. It won't go any further in that direction. It won't go any further in that direction. It's a lever. It won't go any further in that direction. It won't go any further in that direction. Here... Well, well, the late edition... ...I wonder if the Dodgers won? Watch the lights while I find out, okay? Here... No thanks. I read it years ago... ...and I've still got my own copy. What would I want with that? Hold on! I've still got my eye on you. Hold on! Hey! Wait! Excuse me... Aha! You must be the new doorman. About time they got rid of Biff... ...he was such a pushover. You can't go out there. Take it easy and watch the show. Shh! She's just coming to the exciting part. Shh! She's still talking. I want a reading with Miss Hapgood. I need to talk to that so-called psychic. Call that fraud over here, will you? I've got something for you... Oops. Sorry to bother you. Are you crazy? During the show? Write her a letter. It's Madame Sophia to us employees, fella. You're insulting a goddess, mister. Just keep your voice down, okay? Not now, I'm busy. In a minute, bub. She's about to get to the good part. That goddess USED to be a scientist. That goddess is a nut, but I like her. That goddess is a nut, period. She can talk to ghosts, you know. Who needs science? You and thousands of others. She's the hottest act in town. Are you going to argue with box-office like this? Now clam up, you bother me. Isn't she something? She'll go on for hours. I've been through this a hundred times... ...the woman never stops! Excuse me... Yes? What now? I've got a newspaper here. I've got a magazine here. So you do. Aren't you wondering about events of the day? Today's news, read all about it. Aren't you wondering how I met this woman? Find out all about Madame's early days. You look tired. Wouldn't you like to call it a day? Madame told me to tell you you're fired. Isn't there something you'd rather be doing? You know, this lecture bores me stiff. I guess we should watch the show. I dunno. Maybe. Why bother? Nope. I've got other things to worry about. I've heard it all, thanks. Nahh, sooner or later I get to run the ghost out there. That's always a big moment. Like what? Show business is my whole life. What?? You can't fire me! Me too, to tell you the truth. I guess so. Don't you ever read? Don't you have any hobbies? Don't you ever get bored? Never mind. Oh no? Take a look at my union card. Oh no? Take a look at my drivers license. Oh no? Take a look at my wallet. Sure, it's a hobby of mine. Sure, I read. She does rattle on, but I've got a job to do. What if I give you something to read? What if I give you something to walk away? Too bad I don't have anything to offer. How'd you like today's newspaper? Well, well, the late edition... ...I wonder if the Dodgers won? Watch the lights while I find out, okay? How'd you like this old copy of National Archaeology, bursting with facts about Madame Sophia's past? No thanks. I read it years ago... ...and I've still got my own copy. A bribe? Who do you think you're talking to? I might take a look. Stop pestering me and watch the show, willya? Come on, Mister. I'd say it's about time. There it goes. Still beautiful... ...still impossible. Here, my friends, is ATLANTIS... ...as it might have appeared in its heyday... ...glorious... ...glorious... ...prosperous... ...glorious... ...prosperous... ...socially and technically advanced... ...beyond our wildest dreams! 5,000 years ago, while everyone else still wore animal skins... ...the mighty spirits of Atlantis dared to build a city where knowledge and power were united in true happiness. Centuries later, the famous philosopher Plato wrote about it... He placed Atlantis on a continent ...and described how it was divided into 3 circular parts... ...such as you see here... What befell this serene city? We may never know for sure... ...was it the sea level, slowly creeping higher? ...or the Earth itself, suddenly shifting? However it happened, ...on that fateful day when proud Atlantis sank beneath the waves... ...or... ...perhaps it was a volcanic eruption, and SOMETHING remains even now. On some questions, the Great Spirit who guides my thoughts... ...the all-seeing NUR-AB-SAL... ...the all-seeing NUR-AB-SAL... ...is silent. ...and I still feel the presence of Atlantis through... ...err... ...may I present NUR-AB-SAL... ...the great Atlantean god of... ...of... Deceit! ...Deceit! Thanks, Indy. INDIANA JONES!? You've got some nerve! Go back, you big jack-o'-lantern! Grrk. Oh, great! G'night, folks... Come on, Mister. I'd say it's about time. There it goes. Still beautiful... ...still impossible. A changing screen for modest people. It's already open. It's already closed. OH NO! Looks like Kerner got here first! Stay put! That's the second time Kerner's slipped away. What does a NAZI SPY want with old statues? Have you seen the newspaper? I used to think you'd make a good scientist... So? Practical results are years away. Come on, a few atoms won't even light a match. They'll never find enough uranium. Sounds like they're dreaming to me. Of course they are. Of course not. That's why they're looking for the POWER OF ATLANTIS. Be serious. I used to think you'd make a good scientist. Yet you've been concealing important artifacts... Yet you stole things from MY expedition... Yet you've been dealing goods on the black market... Yet you never published a word about your finds... ...artifacts such as archaeology has never seen! Hmph! You're lucky I don't have you arrested! So what if I kept a few pieces for myself? Look for a small coppery BEAD... ...under those clippings in my desk. What do you know... Kerner missed the grand prize... What? ...my necklace. Did you see that? Yeah. Creepy. Is your electric bill paid up? That was Nur-Ab-Sal. His spirit is close! Closer than Atlantis, that's for sure. I'm not interested in spiritual mumbo-jumbo. Don't try your psychic act on me. Nur-huh-what? Suppose I gave this orichalcum business ANY credence... ...which I don't... Suppose I gave this orichalcum business ANY credence... ...which I don't... ...we have NO IDEA where to find your mythical lost city. ...Atlantis has been underwater for centuries. ...who knows where these beads really came from? ...you may have just used the last bead. Shhhh! ...I'm getting something! Nur-Ab-Sal SPEAKS... ...he bids us find the... ...what... ...a book...yes... ...the LOST DIALOGUE OF PLATO! Another fine myth! That book is a legendary hoax. If Plato wrote it, later authors would have reported it. I think Plato just wanted to tell a tall tale. It's not in any library I've ever been in. What if the Nazis have ALREADY FOUND a copy... ...you ever think of that? Hmm... You found this stuff in Iceland, right? What were these pieces doing in Iceland, I wonder? How did the Nazis get interested in Iceland? Why Iceland? Why not Florida, where it's warm? Yes. Near our old dig site. I thought so. Survivors must have sailed there after the great catastrophe. Any port in a storm, huh? Antiquities dealers probably told them about me. Nice friends you have. Maybe the Atlanteans didn't like tourists. Let's go have a talk with Heimdall in Iceland. Who's working there these days? Bjorn Heimdall, I believe. Maybe we should pay him a visit... ...what do you say? I thought you'd never ask. It brings back a lot of memories of the Jastro expedition. It's the truck we arrived in. It looks like someone's still living here. Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... Yes? I think the good doctor's got frostbite of the brain. That Heimdall, what a crank. Remember this place? Cold enough for you? What do we do now? Let's look around. The Jastro Expedition... ...how could I forget? Maybe we should quiz Heimdall again. Let's look for Heimdall. Let's find a use for that eel figurine. Let's find a use for that bead. Let's find Costa and Sternhart. At least we're not frozen solid, like Heimdall. Even colder than my feelings towards you, Jones. Okay. I'll say! Spaceport, my eye! You're right, but we need his help. Let's head for the airport. It fits perfectly. It won't budge from the ice. It looks like a bead would fit in the eel's mouth. Shouldn't be here. I don't want to interfere with Dr. Heimdall. I can't reach it through the ice. I got it already. I can't put anything through the ice. It's an eel figurine trapped in ice. It looks like Heimdall managed to chip the eel head free. It's a bronze coil. Too bad, he's frozen solid. A little TOO dedicated to his work, I guess. Poor Heimdall. Whoa! Look! It melted itself right out of the ice! Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... Let's push forward. What's on your mind? Isn't that Heimdall? I don't know about this guy. I think the good doctor's got frostbite of the brain. Heimdall's ideas weren't that hot, I guess. What now? Poor Heimdall. His ideas just weren't that hot. Let's go. I think so. I'll say! Spacemen, my eye! Okay. What about that eel figurine? Brrr. Be patient, we need his help. I wonder what else he has to say. Hello... Pardon me... Dr. Heimdall... Dr. Indiana Jones, I believe, and Madame Sophia Hapgood! This is MY dig site now. Go away. You again! Must you badger me? I thought you were digging up Norse graves in Denmark. Not feeling very friendly today, are we? Doctor, what do you expect to find here? I'm leaving, I'm leaving! So long. I WAS... ...obviously, now I'm not! I like solitude. It helps me think. The secret of Hyperborea. That's what the Greeks called Iceland, you know. Thank you! Goodbye! Have you ever heard of `Plato's Lost Dialogue`? What was that about the `Lost Dialogue`? What are you doing here, Dr. Heimdall? Why did these `beings` show up here? So, what's the link between Hyperborea and Atlantis? Where did you say those pieces come from? So, you completely discount the supernatural? What is this thing you're working on? What is this `eel` artifact again? Well, gotta find those other `spaceports.` Well, so long. Investigating the land the Greeks called Hyperborea. Completely! If it's supernatural you want... Goodbye. Don't come back! Good luck, fellow believer! Yes, there are rumors about such a book... ...but I've yet to see it. There are two people you might want to visit... ...Charles Sternhart in TIKAL, a shady fellow... ...who claims he translated the whole thing... ...but very clever... ...and Felipe Costa in the AZORES Islands. As a researcher, he's a farce... ...but he's a sharp trader. Meanwhile, I've got an Atlantean artifact right in front of me. Talk to Sternhart and Costa. I am convinced that these travelers... ...came to Earth to form colonies like Atlantis... ...using Hyperborea as a spaceport! Up north here, we're close to the Ether. It's a perfect landing site. If it's artifacts of Atlantis you want... The bronze eel here? Uh...it's probably a homing beacon for wayward spaceships. Soon I'll have it out of the ice. I already told you! It's... ...uh...uh... ...an Atlantean lighthouse... ...an Atlantean radio... ...an Atlantean foot-warmer... ...an Atlantean fish-trap... ...I think. Why, the Jastro Expedition. The one you BOTH worked on. Recently, I saw pieces from it... ...pieces that are clearly Atlantean! I see. SOMEBODY must have been selling them. Go ahead, blame it all on me. You've read how they sailed north to a fog-shrouded land? And how they never set foot upon it? HA! After traveling thousands of miles... ...mere fog wouldn't turn them back. Some idiots claim they were repelled by ghosts. Poppycock! You know what ACTUALLY stopped them, Jones? Maybe they didn't allot any time on their itinerary. I don't know but maybe Sophia has an idea. No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me. No. No. No. Forget it. I'll just tell you. They were stopped by... ...a FORCE FIELD! ...put here by BEINGS not of this Earth! Umm...that's FASCINATING, doctor. How did YOU get over here? Let's look around. What do we do now? Let's find the airport. It's a rental. There's nothing to whip at. He's too fast for me. Looks like a jungle rodent. It's a path leading back to the truck. There's nothing to whip at. He's too fast for me. Looks like a jungle rodent. It's a path leading deeper into the jungle. I'm not getting any closer to that snake! It's a snake. I hate snakes! I'm not fooling with that snake! It looks pretty flexible. I don't think that will do any good. Sorry, old chum... ...that lamp's part of my shop. I can't let you have that. Good thing that pest Sternhart's not around. I already have it. It's a lamp filled with kerosene. It's empty. Better not spill the kerosene. It's empty. It's already open. I'd better pick it up, first. It's already closed. I'd better pick it up, first. That doesn't seem to work. I already did. The kerosene won't pour out. ...a monument to the genius of the Mayans... This path goes back around to the jeep. This path goes around to the temple. Well, we could have planned that better. Hold on! I'm not going anywhere near that snake! STOP! Begging your pardon... ...you can't go in there. The temple isn't safe. Excuse me... ...the temple isn't open to the public. Sorry, old boy... ...only accredited researchers are allowed in. Just a minute! Well now! That's my shop! Let me guess... So you took my lamp, eh? I hope you know what you're doing. Now I'm very glad you did! That critter's too far away. Wait for me, old bean. Boy, this jungle sure is confusing. Wow. Some bridge. Hi, Indy. Hello. Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... Yes? How do you like the tropics? Looks like the end of the road. What do we do now? Well, I'm going to explore the area. You're the one who's afraid of snakes. Great. Thanks for reminding me. There's got to be a way through. We probably should find Sternhart. But I'm not setting foot in that malaria-infested hole. Go right ahead. I'll wait here. How did YOU get over here? What do we do now? Let's look around. While you were off bushwhacking... I found a path. We better find Sternhart. We've done all we can here, I suspect. Let's move on. We could look around some more or... ...we could move on. We could talk to Sternhart again or... ...we could move on. We could explore the temple again or... ...we could move on. Okay. Hey! Yes? Excuse me... Listen... Professor... So... ...you and the little woman decided to take home that special mug, eh? ...you simply must possess a genuine Tikal floaty pen? ...you can't live without the 3-inch pewter replica of the temple? ...you ran out of postcards? ...you want the official Tikal key ring? ...you still haven't decided WHAT to buy. Can I help you with something? Yes? Don't mind me. I'm just here for the fresh air. Postcards? Postcards? Replicas of the temple? Postcards? Replicas of the temple? Souvenir Mugs? I hope so, Mr... No thanks, Mr...? Umm... no thanks. What can you tell us about `Plato's Lost Dialogue`? What can you tell us about `Mr. Smith`? What can you tell us about the temple? Can we take a look inside? Why aren't we allowed inside? I'm Dr. Indiana Jones, and I'd like to explore the temple. I'm Dr. Indiana Jones, is that scholarly enough? About exploring the temple.... I'd really like to explore the temple. I'm hoping to find some evidence of Atlantis here. Does that mean we came to the wrong place? Tell me more about the rumors you mentioned. Thanks. We'd just like to look around. Charles Sternhart, Ph.D... ...independent thinker, researcher and merchant. Then what can I do for you? Glad you asked. The locals claim Mayan Indians built it. Now I ask you, does this look like the work of primitive SAVAGES? Or does it seem MUCH TOO CIVILIZED? Rumors have it that the temple was built by survivors of Atlantis. Evidence is easy. You're surrounded by it. PROOF...now that's hard. By all means. As you wish. Why not? Perhaps you'll decide to buy one of my precious mementos. Give you time to decide on a proper souvenir. Don't forget about my investment-grade curios. How do I know that you aren't a pair of silly tourists? I only show the temple to reputable scholars. I've pretty much lost hope myself. But old legends and rumors die hard. What do you want to know? Indiana? Sounds like the name of one of your states... ...or possibly a cat. Actually, it was the name of a dog. Sophia...! Very well... I'm the one who translated it; I can tell you that! I'd worry you were here to steal my last copy... ...but someone called `Mr. Smith` beat you to it. Oh no! He showed up last week... ...a tall man with a German accent and a pistol. He could have taken all my souvenirs... ...but he only wanted the Lost Dialogue. ...tell me the name of the Lost Dialogue of Plato. The Gluteus Maximus. The Socrates. The Hippocrates. The Pleiades. The Aeneid. The Socrates. The Tetrahedron. The Pleiades. The Gluteus Maximus. The Persepolis. The Tetrahedron. The Aeneid. The Socrates. The Persepolis. The Hippocrates. The Hippocrates. The Tetrahedron. The Persepolis. The Persepolis. The Gluteus Maximus. The Pleiades. The Socrates. The Gluteus Maximus. The Hippocrates. The Persepolis. The Aeneid. The Tetrahedron. The Socrates. The Persepolis. The Tetrahedron. The Hermocrates. The Persepolis. The Gluteus Maximus. I don't know the title. GLUTEUS MAXIMUS! PERSEPOLIS! AENEID! TITLE! Well, at least you're an honest man. You're no student of Atlantis, then. Obviously, you're not serious about this. THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! TETRAHEDRON! HIPPOCRATES! PLEIADES! SOCRATES! What kind of rumors? What are `men-who-are-not-men`? Do you actually believe Atlanteans lived here? Thanks. We'd just like to look around. Local legend has it that... ...the temple was built by men-who-are-not-men. After the city sank, this is where they came, I'm sure. Who knows... I've heard everything from giant men with snakes for tails to... ...giant snakes with men for heads. Go ahead. Go right ahead. Too bad, old bloke. That's not the answer. Well now, maybe I was wrong... ...you seem to know what you're doing. Walk this way, please. I don't trust this guy, Indy. I know what you mean. Come on! I can't talk to that bird from here. Polly wanna cracker? Echo. Orichalcum. 23 skidoo. Tippecanoe. Hullabaloo. Caribou. Me and you. Bye bye, birdy. Title? Tetrahedron? Hippocrates? Pleiades? Socrates? Gluteus Maximus? Persepolis? Aeneid? Polly wanna cracker! Echo! And Tyler too! Bye bye, birdy! HERMOCRATES! A friend of Socrates! TETRAHEDRON! A four-sided solid! HIPPOCRATES! The father of medicine! PLEIADES! A cluster of young stars! SOCRATES! A famous philosopher! GLUTEUS MAXIMUS! A large human muscle! PERSEPOLIS! A city of ancient Persia! AENEID! A long poem by Virgil! GRAVE ROBBERS! GRAVE ROBBERS! THE POWER OF ATLANTIS! Bwaaaaak! Good old Mother Nature. I can't leave without Sophia. Hold up there, friend. So you took my lamp, did you? Well, keep it, maybe you can put it to good use. Keep it, maybe you can put it to good use. No thanks. I don't want it. No thanks. You better keep it. What a smart-looking bird. There's nothing to look at. Here we are... ...see what you can do. It fits perfectly. Now it looks kind of like an elephant! Amazing! That doesn't work. Looks like it could use a nose. It's the primitive image of an elephant. But of course there are no elephants on THIS side of the ocean. KLIK! Look at that! Astonishing! It won't go any farther. It won't come out. It resembles an elephant's trunk. It won't go any farther. KLIK! It won't come out. It resembles an elephant's trunk. This one looks different, more deeply etched. It's a stone carving. I can't. Years of tarnish have it all gummed up. Now I got it! Marvelous! I got it already. Look! The kerosene ate away the tarnish. Remarkable! It doesn't seem to pour. I already did. Engraved symbols of water and life. Engraved symbols of water and life. Looks like a bead of orichalcum. Who knows... ...maybe it IS the tomb of an Atlantean King. It's already open. It's already closed. It's almost invisible. It won't budge. Here we are... ...see what you can do. Well, any ideas yet? Bless my soul! The tomb of an Atlantean King! Here's a small stone disk with images of land and sea engraved on it. At last I have the thing! Goodbye, fellow seekers! Wait! Oh no! He got away! So you took my lamp, eh? I hope you know what you're doing. Now I'm very glad you did! Can I talk to you, Sophia? Sophia? Let's talk. Excuse me, Sophia? Excuse me, professor... What's up? What do we do now? Could you talk to Sternhart and keep him occupied? Could you try and keep Sternhart busy again? Let's keep looking. Let's keep looking. I'm not sure. We could keep on looking or... ...we could move on. Let's move on. Okay. *sigh* Again? He's such a windbag. Dr. Sternhart, I'd like to speak to you. I've got another question for you, doctor. Fine. Say, there... Listen... Professor... Excuse me, madame... There's not much more to talk about. Carry on, Dr. Jones. Yes? Don't you have to keep an eye on your store? So, you've never found anything here? What was the purpose of this chamber? I think I'll look around some more. Oh, I'm sure it's safe. I'd much rather keep an eye on you. No, I'm stumped. You have me there. Some sort of crypt? Right-o! Carry on! Excuse me, won't you? Let's see what your friend is up to. So you took my lamp, eh? Keep it, you may find some use for it. Well done, lad. No thanks. I don't want it. No thanks. You better keep it. Too bad for Sternhart, he missed the orichalcum bead. It's our car. It's our car. Let's make some travel plans next time, Sophia. This is his house? This is it. Listen... Listen... Excuse me... Excuse me... Sophia... Indy... Yes? Yes? Are you sure this is Costa's house? Why don't you talk to him? How'd we get mixed up with this screwball? Here, you talk to the man! Here, you talk to him again. What do we do now? Never mind. Pretty sure... ...but I've never actually met him. Okay. My pleasure. Let's talk to Costa. Let's try to work a trade with Costa. We could talk to Costa again... ...or move on. Let's move on. Okay. The screwball in Iceland, remember? I think you better take over. Follow me, Indy. Forget it. Okay. I'll give it a try. I don't think he wants to talk to me. Okay. I'll think of something. What? Where? Quit fooling around, Sophia, we're wasting time. Fine. It's forgotten. What are we doing here? Let's go. I don't know. Coming back here was YOUR idea. About time, if you ask me. KNOCK! KNOCK! Mr. Costa? I guess Costa's not home. What are you doing? I already talked to him. You must've missed something. *sigh* ...go ahead, find out for yourself. Be careful, Indy. Humor him. Trust me. Be firm but polite. Leave me alone! I suppose you're selling something. If it's not a priceless artifact... ...I don't want it. You again? What do you want? Leave me alone, will you? So much for that. Pipe down, I'm coming! Keep your shirt on! This better be important! KNOCK! KNOCK! Mr. Costa? Costa's not home. Let's move on. He's a touchy old bird. Watch and learn, Dr. Jones. Are you sure you know what you're doing? Just watch! Well hello, beautiful! Oh, it's you, non-believer. Why, hello! I've already told your boyfriend everything I know. So leave me alone! Well that's that. Let's talk about a trade. I hear you know something about Plato's Lost Dialogue. Let's talk about Plato's Lost Dialogue. I hear you know something about Atlantis. Let's talk about Atlantis. Do you have a bathroom in there I can use? Sorry to bother you. Maybe so, maybe no. Who are YOU? I don't GIVE such information away, young fella. But I might trade for it... ...under the right conditions. Pah. Wouldn't tell you if I did. Yes... ...and NO! Now GO AWAY! Don't be, I enjoy being rude! Okay. Whatcha got? Why should I? I already said all I'm going to say. I'm your man. I've got some hot items for you. I'll be back with some hot items. That's where you're wrong, mister... I doubt it. Whatcha got? You don't have anything worth trading for. Not interested... Take as long as possible... ...I don't like your looks. I'm offering this mysterious eel figurine. I'm offering this ancient coppery bead. I'm offering this rare archaeology magazine. I'm offering this genuine American-made bullwhip. I'll get back to you. Now THAT looks interesting. Bead, you say? That magazine rejects all my articles! You keep it! Not a chance! What good is a whip in this day and age? Got anything else? Come back when you've got something worth my while. You've got a DEAL, mister! Now listen carefully: I don't know exactly where to find it, but... The Lost Dialogue of Plato is in the Ashkenazy collection. Got that? The Lost Dialogue of Plato is in the Dunlop collection. Got that? The Lost Dialogue of Plato is in the Pearce collection. Got that? The Lost Dialogue of Plato is in the Sprague collection. Got that? The Lost Dialogue of Plato is in the Ward collection. Got that? I think so... The Ashkenazy collection. I think so... The Dunlop collection. I think so... The Pearce collection. I think so... The Sprague collection. I think so... The Ward collection. Very good. Nice doing business with you. Come on. Be a chum. Come on. I'm a fellow believer. Come on. Remember, I too believe. Then don't. Be a jerk. Gladly! I've got better ways to waste my time, thank you. I'm Indiana Jones. It's not who I am, it's what I'm after that's important. I'm a fellow believer. I'm a believer. Me? I guess I'm kinda lost. I'm Costa... ...and I'm tired of talking to you. `Indiana`... ...what kind of stupid name is that!? Not in my book. Goodbye. Is that right? Do you know where Atlantis is? So you say. HA! You look it, too. Why yes, of course I do. Uhh...no. I asked you first. Actually, I'm trying to find out. Oh? Do tell. Hmm. Somewhere under the ocean? In your mind? Actually, I don't have a clue. No. No. No. Come closer, boy, and I'll tell you. You're STANDING on it! The Azores?! You're kidding! Impossible! No one believes me. That hurts. Nice going, Indy. I could have done better. I told you to be careful. You can take your foot out of your mouth now. Yeah, sure. Don't say anything. Don't start with me. I don't want to hear a word. The Ashkenazy collection? The Dunlop collection? The Pearce collection? The Sprague collection? The Ward collection? You know something, Sophia? I believe BARNETT COLLEGE owns the ' I believe BARNETT COLLEGE owns the ' I believe BARNETT COLLEGE owns the ' I believe BARNETT COLLEGE owns the ' I believe BARNETT COLLEGE owns the ' Hello again, Professor. Professor Costa? My name is Sophia Hapgood. I hope my friend didn't pester you too much. We need your help. We still need help. Hello yourself, cutie. Excuse me, please. How can I help you, young lady? Madame Sophia? The renowned psychic? He's a FRIEND of yours? Well no, he didn't pester me... ...THAT MUCH. He just has to learn to be more tactful. We need some help from you. Actually, he's named after the family dog. Well, that's all I wanted to know. Thanks. You said it. He's ruder than I am. How can I help you? Happy to oblige. Sophia... See? Hmm...I see. You're welcome. Aw shucks. Of course, my dear. At your service. What can you tell us about `Plato's Lost Dialogue`? What's in this `Lost Dialogue` you mentioned? What can you tell us about Atlantis? What happened to the Atlanteans? What led you to place Atlantis in the Azores? What led you to place Atlantis in the Azores? That's ridiculous! Gotta go now. Thanks for chatting with me. I already told your friend... ...this IS Atlantis. I can tell you this-- You're STANDING on it! It never sank... ...at least, not all the way. Well, they had a run of bad luck, demons and devils, and they left. However, their SPIRITS have personally told me it was mostly bad luck. I didn't `place` anything! It's just the facts, ma'am. Plato's Lost Dialogue spelled it out in plain Greek. Completely understandable. What do you want to know? Is that so? Good day to you! Ahh, my dear... Why, it's the last word on Atlantis, young lady! Thanks for your help. Goodbye for now. Do you have it? Have you read it? Do you know what's in it? Can you get it for me? Do you have it? Have you read it? Do you know what's in it? Can you get it for me? Do you know where we could find it? Would you do business with my friend here? You're not much help. See you later. Nope. Nope. Not exactly. Sorry. Well now... ...that depends. I might TRADE the information for a rare Atlantean artifact... ...such as a certain NECKLACE I've heard about. I'll NEVER trade away my necklace. Well, then, if that's how you feel... ...surprise me. Madame, I'll do BUSINESS with anyone! At your command, Madame. What do you mean bad luck? Actually, I've never heard about `demons and devils.` So you talk to these Atlantean spirits? This is utter nonsense! Fire, flood, pestilence, the usual things. Then you are one of the fortunate ones... ...who have not had your ears SCORCHED... All the time! They've got me collecting their material things... ...so they can come back to Earth. I thought your mind would have opened by now... Think what you like. I thought you were smarter than him! Sorry about my last outburst. You know, you don't HAVE to sound completely crazy. Sorry to disturb you. Gotta go now. Don't be... ...it's the evil spirits, you know, and all. Well I never! Don't apologize. Come back anytime. Don't be a stranger now. Begone, non-believer! He's a sweet old guy! Interesting character. What a charming old man. Trade, huh? If not your necklace, then WHAT, I wonder... So he likes you. So what? Just another Atlantis-addled mind. I don't want to hear about it. Come on, let's get out of here! Come on! Let's go! I've given you all the help I can... ...unless you have something to trade. Excuse me... Sophia... What? Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... What? Ah, Algeria. What do we do now? I think you should volunteer to help the knife-thrower. Come on, assist the guy, will you? The man's desperate. He needs your help. We won't get anywhere until you volunteer. I think you should assist the knife-thrower again. Well, are you going to volunteer? Do you have any dinars? Never mind. Mmmm. Let's find Omar Al-Jabbar. We need an Atlantean stone disk to show Omar... There's a collector in Monte Carlo who might have one... ...Alain Trottier. Maybe we should look up Trottier in Monte Carlo. Maybe we should talk to Trottier again. I thought we were going to Crete! Let's try to find another way to the dig site. Let's show Omar that stone disk we got from Trottier. Let's find out what Omar knows about The Big A. Nothing... ...we gave up, remember? No you don't, Jones! Nope, nope, nope! Is this your idea of a friendly NUDGE? Stop trying to PUSH me into this! NEVER EVER AGAIN, Jones. No. Okay. Are you kidding? That man's clumsier than you are! Please? It's perfectly safe. Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Please, this is important. Do it, and I'll let you wear my hat. Think about the effect on international relations. Oh, I get it. You're chicken. Okay, don't volunteer. Right. Perfectly safe. Take a good look at his dexterity. Well...okay... Oh sure. I wouldn't trust that man to cut carrots. You're not really looking. Observe that superb technique. Oh, alright. You never give up, do you? I just think you should learn something about the local culture... ...up close. You call this cultural? What's with you, anyway? You've got to see this genius in action. Really! I'll let you wear my fist if you keep this up. I'm thinking about the effect on my health! Well, cock-a-doodle-doo... NEVER! Where's your sense of adventure? He's an artist with those knives. She sure doesn't like being PUSHED around. I don't want to disturb them... ...they look kind of busy. They look busy. He's a grocer. Hey, there's something up here! I'd rather not...it doesn't look very appetizing. Squab, huh? It looks like a barbecued pigeon. It says `One Day Pass, Kareem's Sightseeing Tours`. It's too dark to see! It's a sharp, bloodstained knife. He looks pretty well-fed for a beggar. Shhhh We're watching the knife-thrower. They're a happy bunch. It says... `Aerial Views One Flight Up.` Excuse me? Sorry, effendi... ...one act a day is all my nerves can take. Yes? Do you know where to find Omar Al-Jabbar? Nice knives. I'd make a wonderful assistant. Are you absolutely sure I can't help you? You ever hear of Atlantis? Sorry to bother you. He has a shop nearby, behind the marketplace. Yes, they were a gift from my father... ...the greatest knife-thrower in North Africa. I am trying to follow his example... ...but... alas... ...no one will volunteer to be my assistant since... ...the accident. I only know about knives, and how to throw them... ...and a little first aid. No bother... ...I just wish a volunteer would step forward to assist me. It's refreshing to see such spirit... ...but my assistant must be a woman. Show business, you know. Absolutely sure, effendi. Not a chance, effendi. You're not a woman, effendi. Sorry to bother you. Hello, there... Ah, a prosperous American. Back again, eh? You ever hear of Atlantis, old man? Do you know where to find Omar Al-Jabbar? Do you know where Omar Al-Jabbar lives? You don't look very festive. What are you doing here on the streets? How's business? Sorry to bother you. Atlantis? Hmmmmm, Atlantis... ...hmmmmmm... No. Omar's one of my best customers. His shop is on the other side of the marketplace. Alas, his address is known to few men. I'm a beggar, effendi. It's my job to be here. I've seen worse. Today I'm offering a discount... ...give me food, and I'll give YOU a free gift. No bother, effendi. That's because I don't feel very festive. Now let me get back to work, please. I better not get too close. I don't know... ...those knives look dangerous. Gee, knives make me nervous. Oof! Look here, ladies and gentlemen... ...a VOLUNTEER! But- Now now, my dear, there's nothing to be afraid of. But- Just walk on over to the board... ...NOW! *gulp* Ta daaaa! Thank you for your brave assistance, my dear. Allow me to express my gratitude... ...by giving you this souvenir knife. Here, take this knife... ...before I USE it on you! Excuse me... You, there... Just a moment, please... Hmm? Hello again. Hello. You ever hear of a man called Al-Jabbar? You ever hear of a place called Atlantis? Nice fez. Goodbye again. Goodbye. Regrettably, I do not know this man. No, effendi. Why thank you. Are you here for the festival? Festival? What festival? Maybe. When does it start? No, but that's quite a hat. I'm afraid not. Why, the Festival of Life, of course. It's going on right now, effendi. Do you like it? Too bad. It's better than a sharp stick in the eye. How much do you want for it? It's kind of garish. Not particularly. Oh my, yes. Why does it attract you? Sorry, but my beloved fez is not for sale... ...at any price. That's true, it is. Each to his own taste, my friend. It's kind of bright. It's kind of dull. It's kind of festive. It's hard to describe. That's because it's made from the finest red dyes. But not as dull as this dull world... ...don't you agree? Aha! You observe closely, my friend. With a fez one becomes truly fez-tive. Undoubtedly you feel envy, no? Try, anyway. Well... I am a little frustrated. Are you kidding? Of course you are! But there is no need. I can see that! You torture yourself... ...trying to attain the unattainable. So? Deny it-- ...see if I care. Here, take my fez and join in the fez-tivities! It's yours. Don't you need it? Say, thanks a lot. Not any more... You're welcome... ...the very act of giving it to you... ...has lifted me to a higher state of fez-tivity. Say, thanks a lot. Someday you'll understand. Salaam, effendi. ...hum...de...dum... ...ya...dah...dah... ...doo...dah...doo... We'd better not go out there. We'll just get lost. I'm not going out there unless I absolutely have to. Think happy thoughts! Excuse me. Yes? Here... I'm not yours to give, thank you very much. Sorry, I can't accept. Excuse me... You bring food? Here... I'm not yours to give, thank you very much. Thank you, effendi. Here's your FREE GIFT. Only one free gift per customer, I'm afraid. I may be a beggar... ...but I'm not THAT desperate. No thanks... I can't very well eat THAT. Excuse me? Yes? Here... I'm not yours to give, thank you very much. Sorry, not interested. It all looks pretty worthless. I don't need any more worthless junk. I can't give away junk that's not mine. Pots. I don't need them. They're just pots. I can't give away pots that aren't mine. Little pots. I don't need them. They're just small pots. I can't give away pots that aren't mine. Big pots. I don't need them. They're just big pots. I can't give away pots that aren't mine. It says: `Drink Elliot's Rose Water` in Arabic. It's a crude map of the desert. It's a painfully bright red fez. You've returned... ...alive! Tell me, how was your trip? Excuse me again... Excuse me... Change your mind? Yes? What can I do for you, effendi? Are you Mr. Omar Al-Jabbar? Do you ever deal in antiquities from Atlantis? I'm really interested in Atlantis. How much for the mask? Can I trade my baseball for something else? Can I trade my voodoo doll for something else? Can I trade my wagon for something else? Can I trade my yo-yo for something else? Can I trade my cane for something else? Can I trade my spectacles for something else? Can I trade my fez for something else? Can I trade my spitoon for something else? Can I trade my soap for something else? Can I trade my veil for something else? Can I trade my red lipstick for something else? Can I trade my yellow scarf for something else? Can I trade my earring for something else? Can I trade my comb for something else? Can I trade my ring for something else? Can I trade my buckle for something else? I'd like to trade my mask for something else. If you can't help us, then who can? Nice shop. I am but a humble shopkeeper. Maybe I do... maybe I don't. Many a fool dreams of the Lost Kingdom. How may I know your intentions are serious? You can take the worthless thing. It's scaring away my best customers. I like to think so. And I really need some reason to take you seriously. I suppose you could try that clown Trottier in Monte Carlo... I thought you lost it. It turned up in my other pants. I found it under one of those camels you gave us. I tried to give it to Trottier, but he refused. How lucky for both of us! Now, about that trade... I've got a Ph.D. Will that do? I'm not sure I know what you mean. I've got this stone. I don't think I've got anything that would convince you. For example... It is said that three stone disks were needed to open the gates of Atlantis. Show me one of those if you can. Ha ha ha. You have quite a sense of humor, I see. Stone, you say? Let's see it. Not unless you possess one of the stone keys that opened the gates of Atlantis. Here it is... take a look. I saw a stone disk once, but someone stole it. I don't have a stone disk. I still don't have a stone disk. I'm not sure I should trust you. That's too bad. I don't discuss the Lost Kingdom with amateurs. Let me know when you make up your mind. Then I can tell you nothing about the Lost Kingdom, effendi. Yes. We're not giving up after all. It's your funeral, effendi. Okay, except our camels died a mile out of town. Marvelous, but we didn't find anything. I'd rather not talk about it. It was going pretty well, until our camels died. It went okay, if you can stand the smell of dead camels. Terrible...those camels you gave us died after an hour. A terrible shame, those were my LAST TWO camels. Perhaps I can make amends in some small way... ...do you still have that mask I gave you? ...do you still have that mask you tried to steal? The desert guards its secrets, doctor. By the way, do you still have that mask I gave you? Understood... It is unworthy to dwell upon misfortune. Perhaps I can still be of service... ...do you still have that mask I gave you? Oh, I am so ashamed! I revile myself! I tear out my hair! Please accept something from my humble shop... ...to repay you for your trouble. What do you suggest? How about this mask? Some say it actually comes from the Lost City. We'll take it! What? Well chosen, my dear! Thank you for salvaging my honor as a merchant, effendi. Yeah, I've got it right here. Why do you ask? You gave it to me. It's mine now. Possession is 9/10 of the law. It's mine now. Uhh...nope, I lost it in the desert. Darn...I lost it in Monte Carlo. I'd like to trade you for it. That's too bad... I'd have traded handsomely to get it back. What'll you give me? Sorry, I'd rather keep it. That depends... Oh well... ...let me know if you change your mind. Do you have anything in mind? Make an offer. Something white would be nice. Something dark, maybe black, would be good. I'd like it to be red, if possible. I don't know... something yellow, maybe. Something for a young boy, perhaps. Something nice for an older gentleman. I'm looking for a gift for an older woman. Something for a younger woman. Make an offer. Hmmm... very well... Ah... I see... Well, how about... Anything else? ...this baseball? It's been autographed by your country's Lou Gehrig! ...this voodoo doll? It was carved from trees in the Black Forest! ...this little red wagon? It once belonged to Rudyard Kipling. ...this yellow yo-yo? It was hand-painted by an Arabian princess! ...this beautiful white cane? It was once touched by Queen Victoria! ...these charming shaded spectacles? With these a man can stare straight at the sun! ...this handsome red fez? No gentleman should be seen without one! ...this antique brass spittoon? With it a man may spit like a camel in the privacy of his own home. ...this lovely bar of soap? It's 99 94/100 pure. ...this decorative black veil? It goes with anything. ...this dark red lipstick? It's chic, yet dignified. ...this yellow scarf? It's a bit dowdy, but comfortable. ...these charming ivory earrings? They were carved from the tusks of a prehistoric mammoth! ...this wondrous ebony comb? It was last owned by Mata Hari herself! ...this enchanting ruby ring? They say it has the power to cloud men's minds. ...this priceless gold buckle? It was a gift to Queen Cleopatra! I'll take them! I'll take them! I'll take it! That doesn't appeal to me. What else have you got? That sounds pretty awful. Have you got anything else? No thanks. Can I see something else? I don't think that's it. What else can you show me? That's not quite what I want. What else have you got? I'll just keep what I've got. You've made a good exchange, effendi. You already have the only item in the store that fits that description! Oh... yeah. That's the only item I have that matches your description! How about... As you wish, sir. I guess I'll have to take it, then. I guess I'll keep what I've got. As you wish. Ahh... ...I can't afford to trade for your valuable stone. You'd best keep it. ...it is said that three stone disks were needed to open the gates of Atlantis. This looks like one of them... ...a Sunstone, if I'm not mistaken... ...and a most stupendous find... ...Dr. Jones. How do you know who I am? Yeah, how? My dear Miss Hapgood, when you're Omar Al-Jabbar you know these things. Then you ARE Al-Jabbar! Yes... ...a lowly dealer in oddities and trinkets... ...at your service. Let's get down to business, shall we? Yes, tell us! Well... Somewhere deep in the Atlas Mountains... ...there's an archaeological dig site. I'm convinced it contains the remains of an Atlantean outpost. Someone's digging up the Atlas Mountains to find an Atlantean outpost. Whose dig is it? What makes you so sure it's Atlantean? Where is it, exactly? Europeans. Germans, I believe. From time to time scoundrels appear in my shop to trade pieces they stole there. The designs are unmistakable. I'm not exactly sure. I've learned enough to make a rough map... ...but it's very rough. Where is it, exactly? The problem is... ...the desert is no place for a civilized man like myself. *sigh* We'll go! We will!? I admire your courage... ...but you'll never survive the desert. Give up while you still have your lives ahead of you. We'll never give up. Okay. We give up. Well, then. Let it be as God wills it. A very sensible decision, Dr. Jones. Let Atlantis lie undisturbed... ...WHEREVER it may be. Come, I'll lend you my map... ...and a couple of sturdy camels. Excuse me... What is it now? How can I help you, effendi? Are you Omar? You're not Omar! What have you done with Omar? Can you arrange a meeting with Mr. Al-Jabbar? I'd like to see Al-Jabbar now. Could you go see Mr. Al-Jabbar again? I'm looking for Atlantis. How much are these pots? How's business? Is there a festival around here somewhere? Nice place you have here. So long. You mean MISTER Al-Jabbar? Ha ha ha. That is an oh-so-good one, effendi. I'm his trusted servant, Paul... ...Paul Abdul. Good luck. If you must ask, you can't afford them. What? Excuse me... ...I'm afraid you caught me daydreaming... ...about Fatima. Uhh... ...sorry, I drifted off... I'm in the middle of writing a sonnet. Could you repeat that? I was thinking about the color of... my sweet Fatima's eyes... *sigh* I can't be bothered with petty pot purchases, effendi... ...I'm a man in love! Never mind. I'd tell you, but I lost the price list. I'd tell you, but I lost the price list when I cut myself shaving this morning. I'd tell you, but soon after I cut myself shaving... I got hit by an oxcart, and lost the price list. I'd like to tell you, but after I cut myself shaving... I got hit by an oxcart on my way to my mother's funeral... ...and lost the price list. Never mind. These pots are far too short for someone of your stature, effendi. I think you'd be happier with something taller, effendi. I see you think you can order me around just because you're taller than I am! Why do you ask? Just trying to throw your height around? Huh? Thank you, effendi. Goodbye, effendi. I suppose I could, effendi... ...but my master rarely deals with clients in person. Why should I bother him? As I explained... ...you need to give me a reason to trouble my master. Well now... Since you have contacts among antiquities dealers... I guess I could see if he is available. Well... ...you DO know Trottier... ...perhaps I didn't explain things very well to my master. Hmmm... ...it DOES look like you mean business... ...and I could use the exercise. You know what he's going to say. Humor me. This is bigger than King Tut. You're the boss, effendi. Lucky for you business is bad, effendi... ...or I'd make you find his house yourself! This is wearing me out, sir... ...but I'll do my best. MISTER Al-Jabbar's gone home for the day. I'm his trusted servant, Paul... ...Paul Abdul. Well if there is, you can't prove it by me. Thanks for the information. It's a matter of life and death. I've got something to sell. I'm looking for Atlantis. I've got a hot tip on some stolen artifacts. That's what they all say. Doesn't everyone? Many look. Only my master finds anything. So do half the people in Algiers. You'll have to give me a better reason than that. Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... Give up? I don't want to talk about it, Jones. What is it? What now? We can talk later. Let's DO something. You think this guy is Al-Jabbar? What do we do now? He wants to see a stone disk. He wants to be sure we're serious. Do you think Omar will give us another camel? Of all the shops in Algeria, we had to walk into this one. Hot enough for you? Let me think. There's only one way to find out. Show some initiative... ...ask him about you-know-where. Maybe you should show him one. Let's show him the disk we got from Trottier... ...that should convince him. Maybe we better get one and show it to him. Sure why not? And a magic carpet too. We'll always have Iceland, Indy. It'll get a lot hotter if the nazis beat us to Atlantis. Okay. Excuse me? Yes? I think this may interest you. Ahh... ...so you've met our esteemed colleague, Monsieur Trottier... ...so what? Ahh... ...the business card of Monsieur Trottier. That's different. Perhaps Mr. Al-Jabbar WILL desire to speak with you. Why would I want a fez? I'm not interested in fake books, effendi. I'm not interested, effendi. Can you arrange a meeting with Omar? You mean you aren't Omar? I'm not sure. MISTER Al-Jabbar to you, effendi. Since you have contacts among antiquities dealers... I guess I could see if he is available. Don't be silly. I'm his trusted servant, Paul... ...Paul Abdul. Then come back when you are. No woman can resist a man in a red fez. It's a magic good luck fez. It'll make you look taller. Gee, I don't know. Really? You think so? Wait until Fatima sees me in this! I'm a happily married man, sir! Now that you mention it, I could use some good luck for a change. Thank you! But I work for Mr. Al-Jabbar... ...that's good luck enough. Really? I could be taller? A veritable giant among men. Let me see that fez. Why, I'm taller than you! Quite a bit taller. Thank you for making my life complete, effendi. My pleasure. I'm quite comfortable with my height, thank you. Then I see no reason to take your fez. Wait here until I get back. Don't leave while I'm gone. You'd better not be following me! Wait one minute! So... ...you think you can just stroll out of here without paying? Sorry. I'll just put it back. Well, how much does it cost? I don't know what you're talking about. That mask? On second thought, you can have it... ...it's been scaring away all my best customers. Don't play coy with me... You slipped something under your jacket. Okay, you caught me. I'll put it back. Okay, I'll pay for it. How much does it cost? There. How's that? Oh, it's just THAT mask. Thank you, effendi. There you are! Mr. Al-Jabbar says that he's sorry... ...but he can't see you now. It's open. It's closed. The door is closed. It's the main entrance to the hotel. It says, `A. Trottier, truly old antiques.` It's a taxi. Driver, to the airport. Driver, to the airport. I'd better find that stone key first. Driver, to the airport. I better not go in. The wrong people might be waiting for me. What's the point? We've got what we came for. Nothing interesting over here. Over here, Monsieur Trottier... Monsieur Trottier... Just a moment, Monsieur... Excuse me... Hey, there... Just a moment, please... Excuse me, do you know anything about Atlantis? Do you think we're getting enough rain? Nice night for a walk. Don't be ridiculous. No, sorry. Not nearly enough. More than enough. No, it isn't. Yes, it is. Are you Alain Trottier? Can you tell me what Monsieur Trottier looks like? Can you tell me where to find Monsieur Trottier? Sorry, I thought you were someone else. No, I'm not. No, I'm not. I'm sorry I can't. Sorry, no. Look for a man in a brown suit. But I know he has an aquiline nose. But he always wears a flower in his lapel. Hmpf. So I am. Ah, bon soir, then. Who? Sorry, I don't know him. Not really... Do you know where I can find Monsieur Trottier? Do you know anything about Atlantis? Sorry to bother you. Who? Sorry, can't help you. Certainly not. Then leave me alone. Excuse me. You again? Yes? Who are you? Back again, Dr. Jones? What now? You look confused, Dr. Jones. I'll help you, but first... ...answer me this: Of what material did the Atlanteans carve devices... ...to search for Orichalcum? Why did the Atlanteans build their `huge colossus`? ...When were the `many freaks of nature` created? ...what was Plato's great error? Yes, can I help you with something? What now, Dr. Jones? This is getting tiresome, Jones. Eh? Well, hello again, Dr. Jones... ...how can I help you? Are you Alain Trottier? Can you tell me where to find Monsieur Trottier? Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Umm...perhaps... ...who's asking? Possibly... ...who wants to know? That's not important. Are you Trottier or not? I'm Dr. Indiana Jones of Barnett College. Just call me Jones. I can't tell you. It's confidential. Perhaps I am... ...perhaps not... sorry, I must be going. Jones... Jones... Jones... Yes, I remember. How do you do? I'm Alain Trottier... ...I believe I've heard of you. Yes, of course... ...the famous archaeologist! Jones is a common name... ...anybody could be using it, ...including thieves and confidence men... ...bon soir, Monsieur Jones. Oh, is that so? If you can't trust me, then I cannot trust you... ...bon soir, monsieur. That's me. Yup, I'm just about the world's greatest adventurer. Actually, I'm just a simple professor. And I am Trottier... And a conceited fool too, I see. Out of my way! Leave the modesty to me, sir... ...Alain Trottier... ...amateur scholar, part-time poet, professional dreamer. ...my horoscope told me to find a new path through life tonight... ...the Tarot revealed to me a Three of Cups which drove me outside for some air... ...adding up today's date and my birthday foretold... ...extraordinary events on the boulevard tonight... ...normally I spend my nights at home, but the Book of Changes indicated... ...well...simply put... ...a change... ...and here I bump into you... ...what good fortune! What can you tell me about Atlantis? I've heard you deal in Atlantean artifacts. Madame Sophia is in town and wants to meet you. Sorry, I've got to go now. Goodbye. That depends... Ahh, my reputation precedes me. Really? The great psychic? No wonder I felt restless tonight. Still, one must be cautious. Au revoir, Indiana Jones. To prove you're worth dealing with... I fear that German agents are on my trail. To prove you're not one of them... I fear my business competitors will stop at nothing. To prove they didn't hire you... I fear my wife will kill me unless I forget my crazy dreams. To persuade me to ignore her wishes... I fear being fooled by fakers. To be sure you're a true believer... ...answer me this: Of what material did the Atlanteans carve devices... ...to search for Orichalcum? Jade. Orichalcum itself. Amber. Wood. Stone. Diamond. Orichalcum itself. Amber. Onyx. Amber. Stone. Orichalcum itself. Why did the Atlanteans build their `huge colossus`? To stop the sea level rising. To place their city atop Mt. Olympus. To make themselves like gods. To challenge nature itself. To make themselves like gods. To challenge nature itself. To stop the sea level rising. To place their city atop Mt. Olympus. To stop the sea level rising. To make themselves like gods. To place their city atop Mt. Olympus. To challenge nature itself. ...When were the `many freaks of nature` created? When night ruled the Great City. When darkness concealed the tall horns. When the celestial spheres were well aligned. In the last days of Atlantis. When the celestial spheres were well aligned. In the last days of Atlantis. When night ruled the Great City. When darkness concealed the tall horns. In the last days of Atlantis. When the celestial spheres were well aligned. When night ruled the Great City. When darkness concealed the tall horns. ...what was Plato's great error? An error of grammar. An error of judgment. An error of translation. An error of logic. An error of diction. An error of translation. An error of geometry. An error of geography. An error of size. An error of style. An error of distance. An error of translation. Yes! Excellent! Obviously you know Plato's Lost Dialogue well. How can I help you? Personally, I doubt I can help you... ...but my name IS recognized among dealers in antiquities. Maybe my business card will be of some use to you. And now, au revoir. No no no. You're just guessing. ...bon soir, monsieur. Madame Sophia would like to trade her wisdom for yours. Follow me, and Madame Sophia will read your fortune. Come on upstairs, this woman's show is dynamite. Excuse me. I have another appointment. I'm sure she would... ...and steal my secrets! What kind of idiot do you take me for!? This is a big step... ...I'm not sure... Show? I'm not interested in crude trickery. Bon soir, monsieur. Come on, take a chance. She's right here in the hotel. You need help, pal. She's better than any psychiatrist. If that's how you feel, forget it. It would please Madame Sophia if you joined her seance. Madame Sophia wants another seance. What do you say we go get in touch with the spirits? It's a fine night. Have a nice stroll. Are you implying I might be... ...mentally unstable? I'm insulted! Well, she's a charming woman... Begging your pardon... ...I refuse to be patronized... ...by arrogant fools like you. Well, I certainly admire her... Well, I do need a new spirit guide in my life... Well, I do need to know the truth... Is Atlantis real or a mere myth? Well, I need money... Perhaps Madame can tell me which phase of the moon is best for gambling... I don't need this woman's counsel... ...I don't need anything... ...but I'm curious... ...so I'll do it. Please lead the way. Monsieur Trottier, you're in trouble. You really are in terrible danger! Be careful, Nazi agents are on your trail. Are you here to see Madame Sophia? Sorry to bother you. What makes you think so? Listen to this telegram... `Achtung Kerner: Trap is set in Monte Carlo for Trottier STOP` It's a Nazi plot... ...take a look for yourself. Hmpf... This flimsy piece of paper proves nothing... ...you could have forged it. Yes yes, Dr. Jones...DANGER... ...I've seen your silly note. That's ridiculous. What would they want with me? Well, yes, I hear she's in town. ...I'm trying to work up the courage to propose my latest theory of Atlantis to her. That's alright. Fine. Fine. Bon soir. What theory? I'd love to hear it. Great, another half-witted theory. What makes you think Atlantis ever existed? I hear Madame Sophia is cozy with the Nazis. It concerns the location of the lesser colony... Half-witted?! I'll have you to know that... I have proof, sir, right here... Madame Sophia!? Never! How DARE you... ...oh... Very clever, Dr. Jones. I can see you're trying to goad me into revealing my secret knowledge of Atlantis. Well, it won't work. I just want you to know I work for Nur-Ab-Sal. Nur-Ab-Sal sent me, remember? Sorry about being so rude. Hey, why don't you stop being such a jerk. Have a nice evening. Did you say `Nur-Ab-Sal`? Well, perhaps you're not the buffoon I took you for. Now excuse me while I consider this. ...Nur-Ab-Sal... *sigh* Eh bien, allow me some time to cool my anger... I do not believe your sincerity. Apology accepted. Now excuse me, s'il vous plait. Well! Hmpf. Well then, bon soir. You don't fool me, Dr. Jones... ...you're just trying to scare me out of this key to fabled Atlantis! But neither you nor the Nazis will ever wrench it from my grasp! You'll have to pry it from my dead fingers... ...urrk... Help me, Dr. Jones! You know, it would serve him right... ...if I let him go. But I hate those Nazis. Au revoir, Monsieur. Feel free to look me up whenever you're in town. And now, au revoir. What do we do now? Shall we hit the casinos? Never mind. I think we should go to Crete. I think we should go back to Algiers. We've got more important things to do, Indy. Okay. I'm not leaving without Sophia. Wait for me... Well-- here we are. I had no idea Monte Carlo was the Lost City. What does Trottier look like? What makes you think we'll find Trottier here? Suppose Trottier shows up? What then? This plan sounds kind of hare-brained to me. Okay, I'll try to find him. Don't start with me, Indy. It's Trottier we're after. How should I know? I've never actually met him. We did all our business by mail. All his letters mention how much he likes strolling under the bright lights. Bring him up to my room. Don't worry, it'll work. Good. He used to have one of the three stones. If we can coax him into a seance, he might let us have it. A seance?! If Mr. Sal helps out, of course. Okay, if you say so. See you in the hotel. I'll go get ready. You find Trottier, and I'll do the rest. If that's how you feel, forget it. You need help, pal. She's better than any psychiatrist. Come on, take a chance. She's right here in the hotel. Excuse me. I have another appointment. Have a seat, Monsieur Trottier. It's already open. It's already closed. The door is closed. I don't need it now. I don't need to use it here. It's a flashlight. I already have it. There's a flashlight in here. It's empty. It's open already. It's closed already. Hey! That's mine! Hands off! It's an old stone disk with suns depicted on it. Now is not the time. Now is not the time. I'd better take off this mask first. I'll turn off the flashlight while I'm at it. There must be a sheet under here. It's a bedsheet. It's the main power switch for the room. It's already open. It's already closed. It's a fuse box. Oh! I feel the presence of Nur-Ab-Sal approaching us... Ooooooooooo... The lights! What happened to the lights? Uhh...I think Nur-Ab-Sal is trying to signal us. The lights are on again! Nur-Ab-Sal works his ways in shrouded mystery. Pardon me, Monsieur. A moment of Madame Sophia's time? Excuse me for a moment, Monsieur? Umm... ...please excuse me, Monsieur. Of course. Enjoying yourself, Monsieur Trottier? Isn't Madame Sophia great? Not especially, thanks to you. She is great. Sophia... Hey... Listen... Where's Trottier? What now? Well? Yes, what is it? Is he here? Great move, Jones! You think you're so clever. I thought you were going to try something. I'm sorry, Indy. What more can I say? Well, we got what we came for. We're done here. I still think you should've let me divine his secret. We're done here. I'm tired of looking for Trottier. I've tried, and that fool won't come up here. Trottier STILL won't come up here. This isn't working. Let's move on. What do we do now? I have no idea where he is. Oh, nothing. Never mind. You can't stop now. Hmm... I hadn't thought about that possibility. Have you tried telling him that `Nur-Ab-Sal sent for him`? Go find Trottier or call a cab, okay? Well then, get back out there. Okay, Trottier's all yours. Keep him busy. I'm going to try something. Are you sure this is going to work? Alright, then. Give me a minute while I set him up. Just you watch. Yes, what's up? What now, Jones? I'm out of ideas, so I'm letting you take over. Just wanted to say: keep him under your spell. Just wanted to say again: keep him occupied. Hold on. I want to try a different plan. It's about time you acknowledged the power of Nur-Ab-Sal. You interrupted me just for that? I'm doing my best. Alright. I hope you know what you're doing. Let's head for North Africa. Fine. I'll hail a cab while you get changed. Let's try again. Nice going, Madame Psychic. Gee, it's tough to make a living as a psychic. This isn't working. Let's move on. What do we do now? Okay, next time you try it. I can't help it... ...sometimes my spirit guide just doesn't show up. Let's try again. Let's try again. It seemed like a good idea at the time... I forgot what I was going to do. Gee, it's tough to make a living as a psychic. This isn't working. Let's move on. What do we do now? Stop acting like it's Halloween. It helps to avoid cheap tricks. It'd be easier if I had some help, Mr. `I'm-going-to-try-something`. On second thought... Let's try again. Well, let's try again, and this time, try to be useful. Maybe you should find a way to spruce up that costume... ...your ghost act almost worked. Ah, Monsieur Trottier... I'm so pleased to meet such an expert antiquarian at long last! Madame flatters me. It is I who am pleased to meet YOU. Thank you for giving me another opportunity, Monsieur. Now then, I need a token of power to set the mood. Well, I have this stone key. I truly believe it's from the Lost City. Thank you for giving me another opportunity, Monsieur. Yes, here it is. Very good... Now we can begin... I'm sorry. Now where were we?... ...a stitch in time... Let's move on. I think I'm getting something! ...Leave no stone unturned... ...let a smile be your umbrella... We must find my Spirit Guide! ...blah, blah... I sense the presence of Nur-Ab-Sal nearby. ...look into my eyes... ...blah, blah... ...blah, blah... ...blah, blah... ...blah, blah... ...blah, blah... Must he be wandering around? It makes me nervous. Does he have to prowl so much? Here he is again! Does he have to shine that flashlight under his chin here? It is unnerving. My word... ...that flashlight again. That blasted flashlight! Umm...is he trying to scare me by wearing that sheet on his head? That sheet looks ridiculous. That stupid sheet again! Dr. Jones, IF you please? Really, Dr. Jones. JONES! I'm sorry, but Nur-Ab-Sal refuses to manifest himself. Well, Madame, I've seen enough. It was entertaining... ...DESPITE the interruptions! You lost him again, Indy! Please don't play with the lights. Have a seat, Monsieur Trottier. Is that you, Jones? Did you find our man, Indy? Any luck, Indiana? I'd better take that stone with me. Sorry, I can't seem to penetrate... ...the astral veil to reach Nur-Ab-Sal tonight. Nur-Ab-Sal is busy elsewhere at the moment. The moody Nur-Ab-Sal refuses my summons. I understand, Madame. Perhaps another sitting. Jones is SO rude. Au revoir. AIIEEEE!! Well done, Indy! Turn the lights on, will you please? *sigh* Ah, Monsieur Trottier... I'm so pleased to meet such an expert antiquarian at long last! Madame flatters me. It is I who am pleased to meet YOU. Now then... Let's begin again, shall we... Well, now... Got any nice artifacts for me? A token of power will help focus my thoughts. Nur-Ab-Sal demands proof of your sincere belief. Excuse me for a moment. ...with a token of power for me. ...with a token of power for Nur-Ab-Sal. ...with a valuable antiquity. ...but first, excuse me for a moment. ...sorry about the interruption. Let's start again. ...I guess I'm not in tune with the spirits tonight. ...excuse me again, please. I should say not. What are you running here, a cheap confidence game? I wonder... ...if your concentration is so weak, perhaps I've picked the wrong psychic. What REAL psychic would need such a prop? I guess not... Well, I have this stone key from the Lost City. It should prove my worth to Monsieur Sal. Here's the stone key. Very good... ...very good INDEED. Now let us begin our communion with that great spirit... Very well, let's begin. One moment, Madame. We've never met before. You COULD BE an imposter. If you really have psychic powers, tell me... Please, Madame... ...first, my test. Why was I taking a stroll when I first met Dr. Jones? How should I know!? Read my mind. Or, read Dr. Jones' mind, if you prefer... ...I told him everything. Hmm. Let me think. Your horoscope told you to. The Tarot cards told you to. Your Numerology told you to. The Book of Changes told you to. What is my greatest fear? You fear Nazi agents. You fear business competitors. You fear your wife. You fear fakers. What is my greatest need? You need a new spiritual advisor. You need the truth. You need money. You need nothing. Now then... How many fingers am I holding up behind my back? What kind of stupid question is that!? The answer depends on pure chance! Not if you're TRULY psychic. Don't worry, I won't cheat. How many fingers? Well, all I can do is try a wild guess... One. Two. Three. Four. Five. AMAZING... You must have truly read my mind! I'm VERY disappointed, Madame... ...you have failed my little test. Whew. I just can't concentrate. I'm afraid Nur-Ab-Sal is temperamental tonight. Please excuse me for just a moment. Have a nice evening. Of course, Madame. Uhh...can I talk to you, Dr. Jones? I'm sorry, Madame... ...you're making me nervous... Too bad... ...another time, perhaps. Now, what words of wisdom can you offer to guide me? The path to Atlantis is too dangerous for you. Nur-Ab-Sal says, `give up your quest and the stone key.` Wise men know that dreaming is better than doing. You will lead a happy life and die in bed. I was worried that it might be so. Nur-Ab-Sal is wise indeed! Of course! At last I understand! Wonderful! No more dreams of Atlantis to torment me. Please take my stone key as a reward for your profound advice. Hmm... ...You don't say... Well, well, well... Fascinating. A-ha! That is intriguing. Very inspirational. Aah... Most interesting. I seem to be having some trouble tonight. I don't know what to do, Indy. You take over. Do you know the answers to his ridiculous test? Never mind. You're doing fine... ...but I'll take over if you want. If you insist. Go on back to the seance, and I'll think of something. Alright. Give me a minute while I set him up. It better be good. Sorry, I can't remember a thing. Want me to take over? Okay. No, I'll try again. Whoops. Guess I didn't pass the test. Maybe we should've done it your way. I'll say. I'm taking control of this team! Nice work, Sophia. Now I'm taking control of this team. I'd better put the flashlight back. I'd better put the sheet back. It's already closed. It's already open. Okay. We could talk to a collector in Algiers who might know something... ...Omar Al-Jabbar. We could talk to Omar again. Get a cab and I'll join you. Looks like we have one of the Three Stones. ...let's hope we can find a way to use it. I'll bet Trottier got it from a collector in Algiers... ...named Omar Al-Jabbar. I'll bet Trottier got it from Al-Jabbar. Those two do a lot of business together. Let's head for North Africa and find out if I'm right. Fine. I'll hail a cab while you get changed. Neat. Woof woof. Indy? It's Jumbo, King of the Circus! What do you think you're doing? And here's Nur-Ab-Sal... Stop that this instant! Sorry. Now get out there and hail a cab. Now get out there and find Trottier. Okay. Does he have to wave that flashlight around? It's very unnerving. My word... ...that flashlight again. That blasted flashlight! Do you mind, Dr. Jones? Please stop that, Dr. Jones. Will you please grow up, Dr. Jones? Sorry. I don't want to disturb Sophia's concentration. It keeps the balloon from drifting away. It broke! That won't work. It's a fine example of Algerian know-how. Looks like it's ready to go. He's a scruffy merchant. It says, `Balloon Stolen: Ride Closed.` It says, `Balloon Ride: Closed for Repairs.` Stop! No see sights from balloon without ticket. Oh, it's you. To ride again and see sights, must show ticket. To ride and see sights, must show ticket. No ride today, effendi. Sadly, balloon punctured. Excuse me... I haven't got all day, effendi. Hello, there... If you have ticket, you see sights... ...if not, you don't. No ride, effendi... ...balloon punctured! HEY, DOWN THERE! Is the view not a great beauty? It's too overpowering to watch any more. Can't get enough of it. I hear and obey, effendi. Ahh, then I leave you to gaze for a few more minutes. Will this do? I'd like a balloon ride. Here's my ticket. A valuable all-day pass! Today, the skies are yours, effendi! Welcome back, effendi. My balloon is ready to service your sightseeing needs. That's no ticket! Time's up! Come back soon. We might just do that. Salaam! Go in peace! What, no ride? Hurry back soon, perhaps! Sophia? Yes? What should we do? Let's just do SOMETHING. Do you think the balloon ride will open? Where are we? I hope you're not afraid of heights. He says he wants a ticket. In this light you look just like Vivian Leigh. Nice view. That could be a while. You speak Arabic. Read the sign. Then why not give him one? Then let's find one. Frankly, Indy, I don't give a damn. Mmmm. No, I'm just afraid this balloon is a waste of time. Trust me. WE'RE FREE! Salaam, effendi. What do you make of this map? Hmm. The only mark on this map is one big `X.` Hey, this is no shirt, it's a map! It's my map. Too bad I can't get a good look. I can't reach it. Right idea, wrong tool. I don't think that will work. It looks like a map! You ever hear of a place called Atlantis? Have you seen anyone digging around here? Nice talking to you. What do you make of this map? Actually, I think it's more of a dromedary. You know, a camel is kind of like a big lama. Or is that `llama` with two l's? What the heck, I guess it's just a camel. I think I'll name him George. Hi, George. It'll never fly again. If man were meant to fly, God would have filled him with gas. There's a dig site over there! That's the dig site. It looks vast and uncrossable. It looks vast and uncrossable. Looks like I lost those guys. Hello, there. Hello, again. Sorry to bother you... Uhhh... Excuse me... Salaam, effendi. Salaam, again. No bother. Hmmm? Yes? You ever hear of a place called Atlantis? What do you make of this map? Could you help me with this map again? Where's Crete again? Could you point out the way to Crete? Have you seen anyone digging around here? Tell me about the foreigners again. Nice talking to you. No, effendi. Pay attention, effendi. That `X` is... Well... I HAVE seen foreigners with trucks and equipment. Go with God, effendi. I have seen them. Can you imagine... ...they're digging holes in the sand! Find the sea, effendi. What's the problem, brain overheating? It's an ISLAND in the Mediterranean SEA! Hmmm... ...you are VERY close to this site. ...this `X` is... Trucks? Equipment? Where? Where can I find these holes? Were they Nazis, do you think? So long. Alas, effendi, to describe that I need a map. It's hard to remember. The desert all looks the same, you know? They had pale faces, like you, effendi. Goodbye, effendi. ...slightly to the north... ...to the north... ...far to the north... ...a little to the south... ...to the south... ...considerably to the south... ...and... ...that's about it. ...a little to the west. ...to the west. ...far to the west. ...slightly to the east. ...to the east. ...considerably to the east. Thanks for the information. She's too far away. Listen... Hey, there... Sophia... What? It's tough to fly a balloon. It's tough to land a balloon. Kind of barren and lifeless out here, huh? What do we do now? Never mind. I guess we don't have to worry about THAT any more. Try spiraling in counter-clockwise next time. Not quite. I see someone over there. I don't know, the rocks look like they're enjoying themselves. If it doesn't bruise your masculine ego too much... we COULD ask for directions. We could try to patch up our bullet-ridden balloon... ...or we could hike to that dig site on the left. We could take up sand farming. I'm game if you are. Okay. Umm... I can see you're just stalling for time... So be it! I'm sorry, but your visa isn't valid for travel outside the city. How dare you stop me!? Sorry. It won't happen again. Whoops, my mistake. I guess I must be lost. Trust me. Okay, I'm going back. I'm a duly-sworn officer of the foreign legion... ...and I stop anyone I please. It better not... Yes, and you're going to pay for it... Then you're lucky. By stopping you I saved your life... Okay-- you look like you know what you're doing. Don't make me laugh... That you are! ...now get back to the city! What would it take to forget we ever met? You're right, I forgot to apply for a visa. Well now... ...that depends on what you have to offer... ...trying to bribe an officer of the law, are we?! You're lucky I don't shoot you on the spot... Then I won't shoot you THIS time... I'm waiting... ...still waiting... I can see you're just stalling for time. So be it... Aren't you coming? I'll stay here and watch the balloon. Stay here and guard the balloon. I'd die within minutes in that hellish waste... ...forget it. Here you go, my man... ...a rare and beautiful soapstone statue. ...one item of spectacularly fez-tive headgear. ...here's a dirty rag. ...an empty kerosene lantern. ...an ancient cat of wax. ...an ancient cat of wax. ...an ancient cat of wax. ...an ancient cat of wax. ...a dusty key. ...a jar of mayonnaise. ...a valuable piece of coal. ...a blackbird of obvious value. ...a blackbird of obvious value. ...take this. Feh! I reject your clumsy attempt at bribery... Now get back to the city! Why thank you. Go in peace! What do you make of this map? Here you go, my man. Feh! I have no need of such material trifles. Your visa isn't valid for travel outside the city. I'll have to take you back. We don't like trespassers out here. I'm taking you back to the city. You have no business out here. I'm taking you back to the city. Over my dead body! I'm not going back without a fight. You and what army? Whatever you say. That sounds reasonable. Lead the way. I should have held out for a faster camel. I'm not going back... I'm a famous archaelogist! Let's talk this over like civilized human beings. If you insist. Preference noted. Follow me. Let's go, sir. You'll be a dead archaeologist, if you don't watch out. Let's not. Bingo! Score one for archaeology! They must really want to keep that dig site a secret. Maybe I should've gone with Sophia. Where are all these guys coming from? All right, I give up. Take me back to the city. Uncle! I'll go back. I've had enough! Take me back. Hey, my camel ran away! Or was he a dromedary? Ouch! I've seen better landings. Him too. Look what we found... ...an abandoned dig site! I can't see in, there's a table blocking the way. I better not get too near that hole... ...I might fall in too. I'm not going back in there. I can't...there's a table blocking the way. It's jammed in the hole. It appears to be a telegram. It says the Nazis are going to kidnap Trottier in Monte Carlo! I already have it. It reads... `Achtung Kerner: Trap is set in Monte Carlo for Trottier STOP` `Bait is seance with Madame Sophia STOP` `Need you here soonest STOP` ...it's signed, `Ubermann.` I guess it's a telegram, but it's too dark to read. Looks like the spark plugs are ready to spark. There's a plug missing. It won't come out. I don't want to take them out now that they're charged! I hope one's enough. It's the end of the hose. It's a hose sticking out of a gas tank. I don't think that'll work. That's where the gas is. Sparks and gasoline... I don't think that'd be a good idea. The carburetor's been ripped out. This thing will never run again. It's ready for the scrap heap. The engine's missing a spark plug and the distributor cap. The engine's missing a spark plug, distributor cap, and battery too. There's a spark plug missing. It's missing a spark plug and battery. It's got spark plugs, but no distributor cap. It's got spark plugs, but no distributor cap and no battery. Top of the line German craftsmanship, ready to roll! It looks okay, but it still needs a battery. What do you know, a perfect fit! It fits! That doesn't quite seem to work. It covers the engine. It's already open. It's already closed. It's a door. It's already open. It's already closed. What a hunk of junk. It's a ladder, leading into the stygian depths. So that's where that Nazi was hiding! Hey, there's a balloon up there! The tents are empty. The whole place looks abandoned. The tents are empty. The whole place looks abandoned. I don't see how I'll be able to escape while he's still got that gun. I don't want to be shot. I think that would just annoy him. It's a distributor cap. Sophia... Look, I'm grateful that you saved my life down there... ...but we don't have time for chit-chat. Let's head for Crete. Where're you going, Sophia? I sense the presence of Nur-Ab-Sal nearby. You're crazy, you know that? The dashboard's been ripped out. This truck isn't going anywhere. This truck has seen its last mile. Monte Carlo, here I come! The engine still won't turn over... Without a battery, there's nothing to juice the spark plugs. The engine won't start for some reason. Let's book passage to Crete, Sophia! We still need a spark plug. There's still no distributor cap. It won't run without a distributor cap... ...besides, I really shouldn't leave without Sophia. The engine won't start for some reason. I guess there's nothing left for me to do here, so... ...what's this, a telegram? I'd better head for Monte Carlo! Look what we found... ...an abandoned dig site! Wait, where are you going? I sense the presence of Nur-Ab-Sal. I should have guessed. Indy! Hold on, Sophia! Nndd! SOPHIA! Uh-oh. Yipe! Yow! Yipe! Somebody's shooting at me! Try anything, and you're a DEAD MAN. My advice is, pretend you're a statue. Don't move! We'll see about that. Don't worry, I won't. I won't even scratch my nose. Okay. Believe me, that's the way to stay healthy... ...for now. Or anything else. Now we wait. BANG! BANG! BANG! Arrogant Amerikanner. I can't stand here any more. I guess it's obvious Kerner isn't coming back. So, I'm free to go, right? Sorry... ...I have to write a report, and I want to keep it simple... ...so it will clearly state how the prisoner was SHOT trying to escape. Oh, no you don't! BANG! BANG! BANG! Oh, yes I do. BANG! BANG! BANG! Whew, tough climb. Halt! Do you REALIZE what you've done!? You've dug an UNAUTHORIZED HOLE! That was fun. I was just following Kerner's orders. Come here, pal, and I'll show you my authorization. Who me? I couldn't help it, the roof fell in. That's a relief, because Kolonel Kerner will be back soon... ...and he generally shoots people for digging around here. Oh, a weisenheimer. Let's see how smart you are when Kolonel Kerner returns. Kolonel Kerner is away on reconnaissance. If I were you, I'd think up a better story than that before he gets back. Back for more, eh? Halt or I'll shoot! Listen... Hey... Pardon me... What is it? I've got this nagging rash on my knuckles. Wanna see? What do you say we settle this like men? Why are you detaining me here? How would you like to own this fine leather jacket? Oh, nothing. I'm waiting for Kolonel Kerner to return... ...whereupon you'll be interrogated... ...tortured... ...beaten... ...and left to die in the trackless desert. Unless you misbehave, in which case we'll think of something nasty. Oh. It IS a nice jacket... ...but not my color. Good. Now shut up and stand still. While we're standing here, let me show you a magic trick I learned. You'll be sorry you did that, Amerikanner! Too bad, he doesn't have anything worth taking. Run, foolish American... ...you'll never make it across the desert! Ha! Ha! Ha! Sophia? Mstlhr. Mmph? Wrpf? Ymrc? Unnh? Are you okay? Stay there, I'll go find some help. Did you find Nur-Ab-Sal down there? Hang in there, I'll get you out. Mndp. Good. I'll have you out in no time. Hrry. WT! DNTLVMHR! Just kidding. Grrr. $*&! Could you speak up? I didn't catch that. Isd $*&*! Hrry! Look what I found... ...an abandoned dig-site! That's enough, the jar is full. I'll just touch the horns to the plug leads... Whoa! What a spark! What do you know... ...the engine started. What's the point? There's a plug missing. There's nothing to look at. It resembles that statue Kerner stole from me. Who knows? It might have been a map to Atlantis... ...but now it's unreadable. It feels like a wall. It's an on/off button. It's the generator's on/off switch. It feels like an on/off switch. It won't work without a spark plug. It won't work without a spark plug. Nothing's happening. Maybe it's out of gas. It's a gas cap. It's the gas cap. It feels like a gas cap. This is where the gas goes. Now it's open. Now it's closed. It's just about full. The jar is empty. I don't think that will work. It's a spark plug. It's a spark plug. It feels like a spark plug. It feels like a spark plug. I better turn the generator off first. It feels like a stone disk on a wooden peg. It's too dark to see what I'm doing. It's the wooden peg inserted into the hole in the map. It's the wooden peg. It feels like the wooden peg. It feels like a wooden peg sticking out of the wall. That's as far as it goes. Is that a ball these figures are tossing around... ...or a stone disk? It feels like a wall. It won't close. I can't see what I'm doing. It's one of those stone disks I've been chasing after. It feels like a stone disk. It's an empty recess in the wall. It's a small recess in the wall. It's already open. It's a painting of a chest or ark. I've seen THAT before. It's a wall. It feels like a wall. It feels like a wall. It's a ladder. It feels like a ladder. A secret door... ...how about that? There's an opening here. It's already open. It's a crumbling rock wall. It's a map of the island of CRETE with a hole in the middle. Hmm...didn't I read about that in the Lost Dialogue? It's a wall. This feels like a wall. This feels like a wall. It's too blunt to scrape anything. I can't see what I'm doing. I already scraped off as much as I dare. There's nothing to hold it in place. It's an empty clay jar. It's a clay jar full of water. It's a clay jar full of gasoline. It's a clay jar full of acid. It's a clay jar. It feels like a clay jar. It feels like a clay jar. There's a coppery bead in here! It's an ancient wooden peg of some sort. It's a wooden peg. It feels like a wooden peg. It feels like a wooden peg. It's a particularly sharp ship rib. It's a ship rib. It feels like a sharp stick of wood. It feels like a sharp stick of wood. It's a generator. It's a portable generator. It feels like a portable generator. It feels like a portable generator. I don't think that will do any good. It's too heavy to pick up. It's a static-charged comb on a string. It's a weird amber fish on a string. It's an orichalcum detector. It's a spark plug. It's a spark plug. It feels like a spark plug. It feels like a spark plug. It's a hose. It's a hose. It still feels like a hose. It's either a hose or a sleeping snake. I hope it's a hose. That was close! Somebody up there doesn't like me! BANG! BANG! BANG! I'd better open it first. I've emptied the jar into the pipe. I'd better open it first. Sophia? I thought you were going to leave me in there! Believe me, I was tempted. Lucky you didn't... ...here's something we may need! A distributor cap! It fell on my head when I sank into the hole. And that's not all... Look! What is it? It's an amber fish on a string. I can see that. How should I know? Maybe... Look where the Sunstone is centered on this mural... ...the island of CRETE. I'll bet Crete is where we'll find... ...the GREATER COLONY of Atlantis Plato mentioned. That sounds possible. Let's go! Say, Sophia... Let's not waste time talking, Indy... ...we have to get to Crete! Don't forget the Sunstone, Indy! Oh, right... Got it. Oops, I almost forgot the Sunstone. Hands off, Jones. Move 'em or lose 'em, pal. This is NOT my idea of a romantic interlude, Jones. Is that a ship rib in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? -SMACK!- Ouch! KLIK! A-ha! Why didn't I notice this before? That shape painted under the Sunstone... ...it's the island of CRETE! I'll bet that's where I'll find Atlantis, or one of its COLONIES! Judging by the placement of the stone on this mural... ...I should head for CRETE! That didn't do anything. I can't see what I'm doing. There's a mural behind this crumbling rock! Sophia already found all there is to find. Well now, here's something the Nazis missed. If this ever held a secret, somebody beat me to it. I think the last stone disk... ...and Atlantis... ...are waiting for us somewhere beyond that door. Here we are in the ruins of Knossos. What do we do now? Let's look around. It's just about the same size as the stone disks. It doesn't seem to fit properly. It doesn't seem to fit properly. It'll never fly again. KLIK! What do you know! A secret door! Here we go again. Well, that didn't do anything. That STILL didn't do anything. Maybe I need to align the stones with each other AND the tall horns... ...satisfying ALL of Plato's conditions at the same time. Maybe I need more than one stone. You're trespassing on occupied territory. I've got orders not to let anyone pass. What is it now? Back for more, eh? Shut up and fight! You'll be sorry. I'm a member of Kerner's team. I'd hate to be you when Kerner hears about this. Look, a three-headed minotaur! Where? I'd hate to be you right now! I have to get through that door! Sorry, wrong door. And I have to stop you. I'm a secret agent in disguise. Let me pass. I've got a message for Kolonel Kerner. Let me pass. Out of my way, Sauerkraut. Pardon me, I didn't mean to intrude. We've already got one Amerikanner working for us. That's about all we can stand. I'll deliver it myself. What's the message? You need a lesson in respect, Mein Herr! Go tell Kerner I'm willing to guide him to Atlantis. Go tell Kerner there's an idiot guarding the door. An American working for YOU? Who's that? Let me pass. That other guy doesn't know beans. Dr. Fraulein Hapgood, that's who. She's a hellish vixen, but when coaxed she can be very useful. `That other guy` is Dr. Fraulein Hapgood, Mein Herr. Oh yeah? Try coaxing me! She's the double-crosser I came to warn Kerner about! Really? I better think this over. With pleasure! Bitte... ...in order to pass, you must show me your papers. They're right here in my fist! Ha ha ha! Think hard! And don't come back! Those guys have Sophia... ...but she'd never help them... ...at least not willingly. Hmm. I better get in there. He's unconscious. Listen... Excuse me... Sophia... What? Yes? Well? Why are we here? Crete can't possibly be Atlantis. Can you understand what this mural means? Some palace the Minoans had, huh? Here we are in the ruins of Knossos. What do we do now? Do you think the Nazis have been here? Shall we split up? Let's look around. Hang on a minute... Nur-Ab-Sal speaks! He tells me that in his travels, he has walked this ground. He bids us find the underworld passage to his ancestral home. How do you do it? Radio? Signals from the fillings in your teeth? Still the wiseguy. You'll learn. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure, but I suspect we've already found what we need. I'm not sure. Let's figure out what the mural means. Maybe there's something useful hidden among these ruins. And take a chance you'll get hopelessly lost? Not on your life, buster. Okay. I don't know, but we should be careful. Something tells me they're not far away. It's a diagram showing how to find the Moonstone. Maybe it's a treasure map! According to Nur-Ab-Sal, they were nothing but the Atlanteans' country cousins. Remember the map of Crete in that African dig-site... ...and how the Lost Dialogue described using the stones? We must have found the Greater Colony. I better not forget the stones. I better not forget the stone. I hate getting wet. Too bad he doesn't have anything useful. Oof. Argh. Ugh. Whew! Hey! There's a Nazi U-boat! This must have been the bead that attracted the orichalcum detector. Great, now take the gold box... I want to wear my necklace again. Here we are in the ruins of Knossos. What do we do now? Let's look around. It's too dark to see it. I already have it. It's a surveyor's transit. It's a surveyor's transit... ...useful for measuring angles and laying out straight lines. It's a doorway. They look like the town centerpiece. I'm too far away. I need a spot to set the thing up. I see the left horn. Hello! What's this? I see the right horn. Hello! What's this? I see a wall. I see dirt. I see a door. I see Sophia. I need to find a way down there. They won't move. There's a statue here! I need to move closer first. They won't move. There's a statue here! I need to move closer first. I'm too far away. I can't level it on these stones. I need to move closer first. I'm not going to lug that around any more. I need to move closer first. It's a pile of rubble. Hmm, the stones look loose. It's a bull's head statue. It's a bull's tail statue. The transit is set up and ready for surveying. I'm too far away to see them clearly. Hey! There's a stone disk down here! It's got a hole in the middle and little moons carved into the surface... ...it must be one of the Moonstones Plato wrote about. I can't dig anything with that! This is where the survey lines triangulated. I see a stone disk. I see nothing. I have to find something to dig a hole with. There's nothing to pick up. There's nothing here. It's just about the same size as the stone disks. It doesn't seem to fit properly. It doesn't seem to fit properly. It'll never fly again. It's a pile of rubble. It's amazing it's lasted this long. Time hasn't been too kind to this room. It's an ancient diagram of some kind. There's a bull's head, horns and tail. The lines appear to converge on that circle. Could the circle be one of the stone disks? Nothing in there except dust. They're all empty. All they're holding now is air. I wonder if that thing is anchored securely. There's got to be a way across. I can't go this way. It's a closed hatch. It's my little statue. It looks like there's a part missing. There's no place to put a bead. I'll just put it in here... ...it fits! It's already open. It looks like a larger version of the statue Kerner stole! It's too heavy. It's an open passageway. That's funny... it won't close. It seems to be crumbling. It's a hidden door! I'll need some sort of tool to chip away this wall. Well, well, well. It's a wall. It's a secret passage, all right. I can't walk through a wall. 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