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but I assured him... No, I

thought we bought a window.

We did. 48 hours.

But General Gomez doesn't

exactly hand out receipts.

Oh, whoa!

There it is.

There it is.

You know, that brave man could

very well be one of my ancestors.

I think we're close.

With any luck we'll be out

of here in eight hours.

There's no such thing

as luck, Miss Manning.

Only determination

and perseverance.

Guys!

I think this is it.

No, no, no. Hold on.

No one said anything

about robbing graves.

The Yamballi connected

everything to circadian rhythms,

so all the tombs

should face east.

Circadian rhythms?

Most tribal cultures

base their customs

off the patterns

of Mother Nature.

Moon, sun, planets.

Look for the one

that runs north-south.

You just said

they all face east.

Not the one

we're after.

Hey, wait.

Respect the dead or they

make trouble for you.

Relax, man.

We're not digging up

random graves.

All right? I'll know it when I see it.

Everybody just fan out.

What killed them off,

the Yamballi?

The usual suspects.

Germs, guns, steel.

White people, basically.

Yeah, next you'll be

blaming global warming.

I was going to add

multinational corporations,

but I know

you're a stockholder.

That's right, baby.

The next time you reach

for a life-saving drug,

remember it's

from a multinational.

Hey, guys?

North-south.

This looks promising.

These are ideograms.

Glyphs.

"One heart for all hearts. "

Come on. Let's get this

sucker off, huh? Shovel.

Hold on, hold on.

Let me read this first.

Why? You still working on your

dissertation? Come on, shovel!

Just give me a second.

You really think they're going to

warn us if this thing is cursed?

Come on, vamos! I don't

know, what if she's right?

You don't know

what's in there.

This isn't

an anthropology expedition.

It's about one thing

and one thing only.

And no one gets

paid till we deliver.

Help him out.

On three.

Back up, back up.

Come on.

Ready? One,

two,

three.

Good, good, good.

Oh.

All right. Come on. Now push. Ready?

Ready?

Okay, that's good,

that's good.

Ah!

Aces over kings.

Hey, hey. Just keep

it in your pants.

Let me read this before

you do anything stupid.

Look, you don't have to

justify your paycheck.

Let's just get

this thing and...

Hey, this

doesn't make sense.

Why was a

European conqueror

formally buried

by his archenemies?

McCall, tell her.

Let her take a look.

"Chok. " That means

to put or keep.

"Muskob" is blade.

But the next word is too

worn down. I can't read it.

Instructions?

Possibly.

Or a warning.

Hey, no, no, no!

Relax, relax.

It's no big deal.

Oh, God!

What are you doing?

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