Relic Hunter s02e02 Episode Script

We sacrifice this life to the glory of Kali, - Goddess of destruction.
- Disciples: Ram, Kali, ram.
I cannot.
[chanting.]
Disciples: Kali, Kali, Kali You must have some kind of contacts.
No one ever gets permission to visit the maximum security unit.
Why is that? Every prisoner in this block has a level four violence profile.
Doesn't get much sicker than that.
The guy you're going to see stabbed his victim repeatedly for at least 15 minutes.
There were so many lacerations The coroner couldn't determine the number of stab wounds.
You have 5 minutes.
Don't go too close to the bars.
Sydney.
Dr.
Terrace.
I want you to know that I don't believe for a second that you killed your assistant.
I appreciate that, Sydney, but I did.
As savagely as a beast without a soul.
I don't understand.
A dagger was sent to me for authentication.
The owner wanted to confirm that it was from the cult of Kali.
The Hindu goddess of destruction? Yes.
He sent me a note warning me not to touch it.
As I looked upon it, I was drawn to it and the moment that I picked it up, it was as though a a spirit, a demon had control of me.
I lashed out and What can we do? Legend says that the dagger's power can only be neutralized when it's returned to its sheath.
And the sheath is still somewhere in Calcutta.
- Sydney: where is the dagger? - I've hidden it.
It would take the fires of hell for me to reveal where it is.
It's too late for you to save me, Sydney, but you have got to make sure that the dagger doesn't fall into anyone else's hands.
There's something else, I'm afraid.
Present-day Kali worshipers are looking for the dagger.
They will kill to get it back.
We shouldn't be doing this.
They're securing the crime scene to preserve physical evidence.
You obviously didn't see the O.
J.
trial.
Sydney: "the fires of hell" is a clue.
Careful.
If the dagger's in there, you don't want to touch it.
Right.
- Find anything? - It's not there.
That light.
Hell is run by the devil, another word for devil is Lucifer.
Lucifer means bearer of light.
There's something There's something in here.
Something.
Nothing.
Oh! - There's nothing there.
- The fires of hell.
Nigel: Dante's "inferno".
Hell, inferno.
It's a letter requesting authentication of the dagger.
From a Vincent Waxman.
"Seven Continents Imports and Exports", Calcutta.
A thief should be careful who steals from, Aneesh.
- I am not a thief.
- Then why were you running? You see, we know you stole the dagger.
- Where is it? - I know nothing of a dagger.
Kali's sheath.
So you know nothing of a dagger? I bought that at a bazaar.
I have no idea where it came from.
Oh, I think we both know exactly where this came from.
And you did not pay anything for it.
Tell me who you gave the dagger to, Aneesh, And I will spare your life.
They found Aneesh's body in the Ganges this morning.
- No great loss to humanity.
- It was a ritual killing.
The cult of Kali.
Somebody knows about the dagger and the sheath And they'll be after me next.
Hello? Yes, what? We're looking for a Mr.
Waxman.
Who are you? My name is Sydney Fox.
We're colleagues of Dr.
Terrace.
Oh, oh, ah, ah.
- How is my old friend? - Sydney: He's in jail.
Killed his assistant with a dagger, a dagger that you sent him.
It's authentic.
Sydney: Your sympathy for your old friend is touching.
Truly a tragedy.
But I warned him.
I have packing to do.
I wonder if the local police would be interested in your connection with a dagger that was used in a homicide? Where did you get the dagger, Mr.
Waxman? I'm going to pick up the tickets now.
Yes, get them and come straight back, Shiraz.
A colleague of mine named Aneesh found the dagger at the dig at Kashmir.
The same dig where they're searching for the temple of Kali? Yes, that's the one.
Of course, nothing of any value's ever been dug up there.
But Aneesh insisted that I send the dagger on to Terrace for authentication.
We're such good friends, I I agreed to do it.
So where's the sheath now? Aneesh has it.
So your good friend trusted you so much, he held onto the sheath himself.
That is touching.
Where can we find Aneesh? In the morgue.
He was killed this morning.
I gather you're not staying for the funeral.
Again, a a tragedy.
But life goes on.
Preferably mine.
Nigel: what makes you think the sheath's back in Kashmir? Sydney: Well, if there's a cult of Kali followers, as Dr.
Terrace has said, Then it would make sense that they'd kill Aneesh and steal the sheath.
Then it's probably someone present at the dig for the lost temple.
- You'd think? - Well, it's a secure dig.
We certainly can't advertise who we are or that we have the dagger with us.
- How are we going to gain access? - I have no idea.
This is us.
Oh, I should know better than to sleep on these trains, Not out for more than a few winks at a time.
- The locals will strip you for dead.
- Really? See that man over there? He's been watching my luggage ever since we boarded the train.
- He's blind.
- Oh, trust me.
In India, nothing is what it seems.
- Justin Willoughby.
- Nigel Bailey.
- What's your stop? - Kashmir.
- Mine, too.
- Nigel: Coincidence.
Is it? Justin: just remember, my friend, In India, nothing is what it seems.
Shiraz, what took you so long? The plane leaves in less than an hour.
Good afternoon, Mr.
Waxman.
Where is the dagger? You have one chance of saving your life.
Tell me the truth.
- I I don't know where it is.
- Kill him.
No! No! I I I can tell you who does.
An American woman.
She and her assistant were here a couple of hours ago, Asking about the sheath.
But the dagger could still be in America.
- You are doing well.
- Thank you.
So, where is this woman and her assistant now? I don't know.
But I I did tell her about the dig at Kashmir.
Excellent.
You see? That wasn't so difficult, was it? No.
You know, it is not often that I spare the life of someone as pathetic as you, Waxman.
But I like you.
[ Scream in pain .]
[ Train whistle .]
Keep alert, check your pack.
Justin: It's the chaos that gives them the opportunity.
They've stolen my bag.
- It's no use.
He won't find it.
- How do you know? [phone ringing.]
Machine: You've reached Seven Continents Imports And Exports.
Unfortunately we can't take your call right now.
So please leave a message.
Thanks for calling.
[beep.]
- Ms.
Fox? - No, Ms.
Fox's assistant, Claudia.
Rajid Prakash.
Detective Rajid Prakash, Calcutta police department.
Are Ms.
Fox and Mr.
Bailey in? - No.
Something the matter? - I'm hoping you can tell me.
- Have you heard from them? - Not recently, no.
I need to speak to them in connection with a murder in Calcutta.
- A murder? - A Vincent Waxman.
Prakash: He was the proprietor of Seven Continents Imports.
- Prakash: You've heard of it? - Seven Continents Imports.
- That's where they were going.
- Do you know where they are now? Still in India, I guess.
I don't want to alarm you any more than is necessary, but they could be in danger.
Do you have any idea how I can reach them? I've been trying to get a hold of them myself, but I couldn't get through.
I could leave a message on their cell phone.
Not necessary right now.
Prakash: I'm hoping to speak to them in person.
But perhaps you could help me with some information.
- Me? - Yes, just a few basic questions.
Anything I can do to help.
Good.
I've got a meeting at our embassy.
It shouldn't take long, But you will be here later this evening? I've got yoga at 6:00, but I don't have to go.
It's all right.
It can wait until morning.
I'll give you a call.
I hope Nigel and Sydney are okay.
One more thing: Do you have any security alarms on this office? No.
Why? It's just in light of recent circumstances.
- You should be careful.
- Thanks.
Nigel on machine: You've reached the voice mail of Nigel Bailey.
Please leave a message.
[beep.]
Nigel, it's Claudia.
You've got to call me back as soon as you get this.
A Calcutta police detective was just here, asking questions about a murder.
He said you and Sydney might be in danger.
Call me.
Okay, I give.
What do we do now? - Say something very British.
- Sorry? - Say anything.
Say it loud.
- God save the queen? [loudly.]
God save the queen! Ah, welcome to Kashmir, Mr.
Willoughby, Welcome to Kashmir.
- Bonjour.
- Bonjour? Come with me, please.
Are you sure no one else came off the train with you? I was expecting our cultural observer.
Well, I am sure he will come later tonight.
Meanwhile, I will get you right to the dig, of course.
If you would be so kind Yes.
Oh, yes, by the way, I am Dr.
Flaubert.
- Right.
- And you are This is um Robin Wolf, Mr.
Willoughby's assistant.
- That's right.
- Delighted.
I'm anxious for you to get to work.
I can hardly wait.
Please hold on.
[ banging .]
Somebody here? Claudia: Somebody help me, I'm being attacked.
Oh, no.
Flaubert: I'm delighted we are able to obtain your services, Mr.
Willoughby.
You're in very high demand these days.
Sydney: Well, that's to be expected for someone Sydney: with Mr.
Willoughby's level of expertise.
Nigel: Thank you, Miss Wolf.
Amazing.
Yes.
But I'm afraid the conditions are rather primitive.
That all right.
I don't mind roughing it.
Flaubert: We were fortunate that there has been so much written about the temple over the years, some of it by the cult of Kali itself.
We've uncovered what we believe to be the main entrance.
But, as I described in my letter, we've had a series of setbacks, Yes, which is where you come in, of course.
Of course.
Flaubert: Please allow me.
I will I've heard there's still worshipers of Kali here today.
[ Flaubert laughs .]
Flaubert: All that we have of Kali is to be found Under that rock, I assure you.
Ah accommodations, I'm afraid, are at a premium.
We weren't aware you were bringing your assistant.
I could arrange for a divider, if you like.
Oh, no, don't worry.
I'll be fine.
Then I'll see you at the site shortly.
You can see what you're up against.
I can't believe what you have got me into.
It was a perfect opportunity to get us into the dig.
But I don't know anything about this Willoughby.
Well, we'll find out soon enough.
Whatever his connection is to the dig, You're just going to have to bluff your way through long enough to let me poke around a little.
But what if it's something I don't know anything about? It's an archaeological dig, Nigel.
You're an expert in ancient civilizations, You've got a working knowledge of geology, And you're conversant in a dozen languages.
I'm sure there's something you're at least vaguely familiar with.
Right.
You're right.
You're right, of course.
- I'm a demolitions expert? - Yes, you are.
And from what you're charging us, You'd better be the best.
Come, take a look.
Yes, that is fine, yes, good.
This is Gupta, our foreman.
Mr.
Willoughby, Miss Wolf.
- I think it's a sand pocket.
- Sand pocket? We're close to the temple entrance, But every time we blow it, the walls cave in on themselves.
Most of the cliff face composite is sedimentary.
Dolomitic limestone.
There must be some highly fractured composition Somewhere within that's closing off my estimates.
Right.
We've been using a thousand kilos of magna-frac an-fo With a 2 pound booster, set the holes in a 12 by 13 pattern With a 25 millisecond delay.
We're trying to kick the toe out, But we might be loading too far into the collar, - not enough stemming.
- Right, right, yes, I I see what you mean.
Um I'm going to need To take a closer look at these, of course.
We can expect you to re-figure the charges tomorrow then? Tomorrow, yes, yes.
- Nigel: Any ideas now? - Nigel, calm down.
Calm down? How can I calm down? Sydney, I'm setting dynamite charges tomorrow.
Okay, get Claudia on the phone, Have her do enough research to get you through this, Then hide the dagger.
I'm going to take a look around.
Something's wrong.
I can smell it.
Claudia: Nigel, thank God.
Someone broke into Sydney's office and trashed it.
Nigel: Trashed it? Why? Whoever it was was looking for something.
And that Waxman guy you went to see - Yeah, what about him? - Well, he's dead.
- Dead? - Claudia: Dead.
Claudia: Some Indian police guy came by.
He knew you went to visit.
I've been trying to call you for hours.
Whoever came by was not a policeman.
He was looking for the dagger.
- It wasn't a policeman? - Not a policeman, probably a murderer.
A murderer? They probably sent whoever broke into the office.
- My God.
- Nigel: Look.
Claudia, we're in a bit of a bind.
I need some research.
Uh huh.
I need to become an explosives expert in 24 hours.
[angrily.]
I don't appreciate a joke like that at a time like this, Nigel.
Claudia? Claudia! I'm doomed.
[whistle blows.]
- I'll go look.
- Okay.
I don't see anyone, but keep your eyes open.
Tell me again, why are we blowing it up? Robin, there you are.
Gupta and I were just going over a few details for tomorrow's blow.
- You are out of breath.
- The altitude.
Your supper is in an hour.
I just followed a few workers.
They weren't headed anywhere they wanted to be followed.
Waxman's dead.
Someone broke into your office, Someone who knew that we met him.
- But no one else knew.
- I know.
Flaubert: To the wonder of uncovering that which is hidden.
- To the lost temple of Kali.
- Yes, cheers, cheers.
Flaubert: Gupta has informed me that you were maddeningly vague about your plans for tomorrow.
Yes, well, trade secrets, you know? Ah.
Yes.
What is your impression of the country so far, Mr.
Willoughby? Well, I suppose it would be that Nothing is what it seems in India.
Oh, that is well said.
Excuse me.
Yes? - The cultural observer.
- Well, bring him in.
Our Indian cultural observer is finally here so Welcome.
Please, let me present Mr.
Willoughby.
Hello.
And his assistant, Miss Robin Wolf.
Edward Patel.
Sydney: Mr.
Patel.
- You are American.
- Yes.
A pleasure.
A thousand apologies for my delay.
Flaubert: Was nothing at all.
I had pressing business in Calcutta.
If Patel is a cultural observer, you're an explosives expert.
Well, do you think Flaubert's in with him? I don't know.
What? - Did you move my pack? - No.
- Someone's been in here.
- Looking for the dagger.
Oh, good.
Turn down the light.
Sydney: What makes me think Patel's not heading off to beddie-bye? What do you say we go for a stroll, Nigel? Big day tomorrow, Syd', explosions and all.
All right.
That's the same way the two workers went earlier.
- What now? - Wait.
- We're going in there, aren't we? - Uh huh.
Why wouldn't we? What is this place? Sydney: My guess: The entrance to the lost temple of Kali.
What about the - The other entrance? - Yeah.
A trick, made to look like an entrance.
Designed to cave in upon itself by the original cult.
Over and over again.
[chanting.]
Ram, ram, Kali, ram.
- There'll be guards.
- Probably.
Guards: Yah Yah Definitely.
[chanting continues.]
Ram, ram, Kali, ram.
What's under here? What's your estimate, Mr.
Willoughby? I get the feeling they won't be using these for archaeological surveys.
I like what they've done with the place.
Disciples of Kali, behold the sheath.
Disciples: Rah! One half of the great icon has been recovered and we rejoice for we know who it is that has the dagger in their possession: An American relic hunter and her assistant.
And they are here, in this camp.
After we complete our ceremony, we shall seek them out.
We shall take the dagger from them and use it to cut out their living hearts.
Disciples: Jai Kali! We pledge our lives to Kali.
Disciples: Jai Kali! How are we going to get to the sheath? How are we going to get out of here with our skins intact? You heard the man.
He's going to cut out our living hearts.
Yeah, he does have a way with words, doesn't he? Kali, guide our hands and favor us with success.
Bring forth the sacrifice.
[ struggling sounds .]
That's Waxman's assistant.
He's going to kill her.
Who wishes the honor of making the sacrifice? You.
You.
No, the one who hesitates.
Flow with it, Nigel, flow.
He who most fears to serve Kali will benefit most.
Remove your hood.
Let us see who among us is afraid to serve Kali.
No .
Remove your hood.
Remove it now.
It's all right.
I'm not one of them.
Sydney: Let's go.
Run.
There, there she is.
Aah! Come on.
Don't do that.
A 12 grain, 7500 delay primer cord, wired to 2 pounds of demolition booster with a 25 feet per millisecond velocity detonation.
enough to take out half this temple.
Great, you've done your homework, now throw it already.
For Kali! Kali yourself.
Back, back.
Stay back.
[ explosion .]
Quick, quick, clear the passageway.
Lift those stones out of the way.
Dig! Dig! Work quickly.
We must get through.
Come help.
Clear that out of the way.
Nigel, get the dagger.
We'll go for the Land Rover.
Okay.
Who are you? - Nigel: Willoughby.
- Don't move.
Look, you don't understand.
I've got to I understand that you have impersonated me and that you stole my luggage.
Do you have any explanation before I hand you over to the authorities? Like you said to me on the train, nothing is what it seems.
There's a vicious group of Kali worshipers here at the dig and they're trying to kill me.
Here they are now.
They must not get away.
Sydney: Nigel, hurry.
Come on, Nigel.
No! Okay.
Just drop it.
Those who do not serve Kali must die.
Oh, good.
Get in the land rover.
There they are.
We have them.
Is there a cigarette lighter in the car? No, stop them.
They're getting away.
Hey, would you take it easy with that stuff, Mr.
Willoughby? You're starting to scare me.
You actually attacked Sydney? Well, it wasn't really me.
It was the evil spirit of Kali.
Although it is me that's suffering from the sore muscles.
You didn't bring that dagger thing back, did you? Safely returned to the Indian museum collection.
Sydney and I will testify to the dagger's evil and that will either help Dr.
Terrace in his defense or have us both committed.
I hear you got a few bruises of your own.
Are you all right? Yeah, Adcon Security.
I'm the one installing the system.
I'm feeling better already.
Claudia: Let me show you exactly where everything needs to go.
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