Dragon Wasps

Jorge.

Oh, my God!

Aah! Aah!

Jorge?

Jorge, where are you?

Aah!

Hola,

Seorita Humphries!

Luis, come on over.

You're gonna

want to see this.

Herpetotheres cachinnans.

The laughing falcon,

known for its loud

and distinctive call.

He ain't laughing now.

Well, that's because

a Belizean botfly

laid an egg in its ear.

And when

the larvae hatched,

he ate its way out

through its brain.

They say the botfly is

attracted to excessive ear wax,

so better watch

them ears, Luis.

So what's going on?

What you got there?

Something I think

you all will want to see.

Where did you get this?

It washed up

along the Mopan River

just a few miles

from here.

"Transgen Tech. "

What does that mean?

This belonged to my father.

Your father?

You never told me

he worked down here.

He didn't

tell me, either.

He disappeared

before he had the chance.

That area is off limits

to scientists, tourists,

and especially gringos.

My father vanished

three months ago, Luis,

and now we finally have a clue

to what might have happened.

And now you just want me

to ignore it.

I only met your father

once, the day he arrived.

You are just like him.

Thank you, Luis.

Buena suerte,

seorita.

I hate to see you

go missing, too.

Come on.

Camera's ruined

from the water damage.

SD card still works.

What the hell

are we looking at?

I don't know. I've never

seen anything like it,

especially

not that size.

Looks like

an abandoned field lab.

So what do we actually know

about Transgen Tech?

Not much.

Before today,

it was nothing,

only one

long wild goose chase,

leading to one dead end

after another.

Gina, what the hell

is going on?

Your father just disappeared

and you didn't even tell me?

My father really loved

field work.

He said he only felt alive when

he was knee-deep in an anthill

or romping around

in the rain forest.

When I was little, he would

disappear for months at a time.

Sometimes he'd just fall

off the grid for weeks.

All I would get would be these

little mementos for my birthday.

Then one night out of

the blue, I get a call,

which is already weird,

because he never calls me.

And there's

something wrong.

I can hear it

in his voice.

He's in trouble.

And what did he say?

He said that he loved me,

that he was really sorry,

that he'd make it

all up to me.

And then I didn't hear

from him.

The authorities

traced the call

to some fleabag motel

in Belmopan,

but all they found

was his I.D. Badge.

Transgen Tech.

Yeah. After that,

the trail went cold.

And how come you never

came down here to look?

Oh, that's why we're here,

isn't it?

That's what you and Luis have

been up to this whole time.

And that's

why you disappeared

for hours and hours

every night.

Why wouldn't you

tell me?

Who do you think you are

anyway, Lara Croft?

I didn't think

you would come

if you knew

the real reason.

And we sure as hell wouldn't

have gotten that grant.

You really should have

told me.

I know. I'm sorry.

Belizean botfly?

I should have known

something was up.

So what did

the authorities say?

They said, "Just another

gringo lost in the jungle. "

So tell me more

about your father.

What, are you all on the

case now or something?

Well, I can't exactly

let you go wandering

the rain forest alone,

now, can I?

I mean, even Lara Croft

needs a sidekick.

You know that sidekicks

never make it

into the sequel, right?

That's fine. I'm willing

to take my chances.

All right, so Dad was really

into biogenetic engineering.

Mosquitoes to combat

the dengue fever

and the kissing bugs to slow

down the spread of Chagas.

Well, whatever that was,

it was no kissing bug.

Yeah. I have a feeling that

if we want to find him,

we're gonna have

to find out what that was.

We don't have a whole lot

here to go off of, though.

Most digital cameras

have geo-locational tagging.

Cross your fingers.

Jackpot.

Cayo District.

No, you heard Luis.

That's way out of bounds.

We can't go there.

If there's any chance

my father is alive,

any chance at all,

I'm gonna have to go.

I really don't

like you sometimes.

I know.

We leave first thing

in the morning.

What's that?

Monkey.

All right,

there, there, there.

Oh, yeah.

Little early, isn't it?

Ha. It's been

one of those days.

What's the forecast?

Forecast is hot and heavy.

Mountain rebels are

up and active

up in these points here,

here,

and in the northeast.

All right,

cut the crap, Meyers.

You can't even look me

in the eyes.

What's the real intel?

Transfer's up.

Unbelievable.

Guess I'm sharing this

with you.

That the good stuff?

Only the best.

Yeah, most of the guys

in country here,

they'd give their arm and

a leg to go back, but...

I want to stay.

I love the jungle.

Every dog

has its day, John.

Today's yours.

What's going on?

What's happening?

Look ahead.

Any way around it?

Not unless you want to hike

for the next three days.

Let's go for it.

Let me do

the talking, okay?

You'll just end up

getting us deported or worse.

He's coming.

Excuse me, ladies.

I'm gonna need you guys

to turn this jeep around and head

back the way you came, please.

Oh, actually, we're just forestry

students from the university.

Our group's already camped

up in the mountains.

This is a restricted area.

I'm gonna need you to

turn around and head back.

I understand,

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