Hey !
I don't want to be misrepresented by that retarded researcher you've just been with...
Lara.
I'm Doctor Willard.
I'd come to converse with Tony myself,
but I saw you doing a rather more creditable job, I think. Indeed, I'm inspired.
I'd like to offer you other work.
What? Shoot the breeze with some of your other boys? No thanks.
Fortunately they were the only lab rats we let loose into the field.
Nah. My request is for three other artifacts like this.
The Infada tribe only had one artifact of this type.
It's unique. Anyway, what would your interest in it be?
I'll show you.
It's not from India, rather, an island near Antarctica.
It is in fact meteorite rock that has been fashioned and used by Polynesians
who were once settled there many, many years ago.
See that? That's unique. An unknown material.
So how did it end up here?
Formed from the planets, sculpted by Polynesians,
distributed by goons. Our excavations and investigatings have lead us to this:
A sailor's diary from Charles Darwin's expedition on the HMS Beagle.
August 14, 1834.
This voyage is getting too boring for me to go on with this journal.
Me adventures at sea are an embarrassment.
The only tales I'll have to tell are hours of bird watching
picking and pressing flowers.
Following them blasphemous ideas of the guv'nor, Darwin.
But this don't even concern me now. I just want food.
Something more than vegetable broth in me.
Today, we five have made a pact. The only sampling
we're gonna be doing is for meat... pure, solid, blood-rich meat.
The snow's run out... the tracks have gone.
Just keep going, we're on its trail.
There's something here.
Look, another one!
What do you reckon they're worth then?
Too late... there's only four.
None for you.
Paul !
Come on!
Stay back, bastard!
Leg it!
Quick!
Come on!
Faster!
Nobody better say nothing about this to the guv'nor,
else we'll be back having to hunt down that creature for his samples.
Paul fell down a crevasse, OK?
OK, Stephen?
Amen.
Stephen was to be the only survivor of the four.
When he arrived in London, he superstitiously sold off his artifact,
having seen his pals murdered or killed with theirs.
One here in India, one in the South Pacific,
and one in Nevada. The places where I'd like to go.
Sounds good to me.