The Lost Treasure of the Grand Canyon

Man:
We're all gonna die.

We're all gonna die!

Man #2:
Quiet!

Man:
It's your fault.

You killed us all!

Man #2:

Yeah, well,

I intend spending Christmas

with my daughter this year.

I don't know about you.

We're gonna make it out of here.

We're gonna live!

What is it?

Hold still.

Now let's go.

Wait. I can't breathe.

Ms. Jordan! Ms. Jordan!

I got something.

I got something.

There's tons of them over there.

I didn't realize coal crackers

were indigenous to this area.

What's a coal cracker?

This area was mined for coal

up until about 10 years ago.

A miner must have left it behind.

You can get it out of a Sears Catalogue.

Don't worry. I'm sure

in another 2,000 years

it will be just as valuable

as the treasures of Egypt.

- Dr. Thain?

- Yes, Ms. Jordan?

Any word on my father?

Nothing, I'm afraid.

And the Smithsonian--

are they sending someone after him?

They do not share your concern.

He's been missing for a month.

You father abandoned his work here

to go off on his own.

They're not happy.

But they will take credit

for his discoveries.

Your father's theory that

the Egyptians set foot in North America

is highly improbable

to say the least.

- You think he's a liar.

- No, I think he's old.

People still studied alchemy

when he got his doctorate.

Dr. Thain! Dr. Thain!

Uh, excuse me.

Another beheading.

Doesn't seem like the Hopi, does it?

Perhaps a rival tribe.

See here, the occipital bone?

It's very good work, Dr. Iangford.

See the separation right here

as if a blunt object

repetitively hacked--

Yes, excellent. Why don't you catalogue

it and place it with the other one?

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

Of course.

Very good work here.

Very good.

That was horrible.

That was for his own good. Perhaps if

he picked a shovel up once in a while

he'd actually get

something accomplished.

Ms. Jordan, it's not that I don't

respect your father. It's...

What a lovely blouse.

Ms. Jordan, have you ever

seen the Aztec codices?

Wonderful works of art,

rivaling anything in the Western world.

I have a copy if you'd like...

to see them.

Wow.

No, I didn't think so.

Yeah, boy.

Whoa.

I'm looking for Professor Jordan.

Dr. Jordan hasn't returned.

I'm his assistant Dr. Wainwright.

I'm a friend of Dr. Jordan's--

lsaac Preston.

I work for "The Phoenix Gazette"

in Phoenix.

That's aptly named, isn't it?

I did a story with Dr. Jordan last month

and we're preparing a follow-up.

- I wasn't told of any press interview.

- An honest mistake, I'm sure.

I forget to mention things

to my secretary all the time.

I'm a tenured professor and Dr. Jordan's

right hand on this project.

Well, let's hope he's a lefty.

Susan!

- Still hanging around, I see.

- lsaac.

Have you seen my father?

Not since our interview, no.

But he told me to meet him here today

so I could get some photographs

of the pieces he discovered.

You've seen them then?

Yeah, I last saw him and his men

in a cantina near Morelia

just before he set out.

Found these in a cave.

- He gave them to you?

- I've known him for years.

He wanted me to photograph them.

Here.

The Hopi say...

they come from a great pyramid

hidden behind the canyon wall.

- Pyramid?

- Built by men

who preserve the dead

in shrouds.

Something's wrong.

If he said he was going to be here,

he should be here.

He never breaks his word.

She's right to worry.

He wouldn't be the first person

to get lost in the canyons.

- The lndians took him there?

- Ha! No. No no no.

They won't go near the place.

They say it's cursed.

No, he found some Mexicans

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