Fountain of Youth (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Pick up the phone!

Hey, Kasem.

This is a coincidence.

What are you doing here?

You have something that

doesn't belong to you.

I do?

The very expensive painting rolled

up in the tube on your back.

Belongs to my boss.

I'm not really sure

it belongs to him.

A bit ambiguous who it

belongs to, isn't it?

Ambiguous.

It's open to a multiplicity of meanings,

like confusing or vague or just unclear.

Let me make it not ambiguous.

Let me make it very clear.

Okay.

No need for any of that.

All right. Let me just

find a place to pull over.

You got me a little

boxed in here.

Careful.

Move. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Watch out. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Watch.

Watch out.

Hey, Luke. Where are you?

The plane's ready to go.

Murph, I'm not gonna

make it to the airport.

I need another way.

Luke? Hello?

Take the train out of

Bangkok to Chiang Mai.

I'll meet you at the airfield.

Sorry. Yep. Sorry.

Honk, honk. Coming through.

Honk, honk. Come on.

Sorry! Coming through.

Sorry! Coming through.

Sorry.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Watch out.

You talk in your sleep.

So I've been told.

Anything...

scandalous?

Depends on your boundaries.

Nothing incriminating.

Let me try again.

Sadly, I don't think

we have time for that.

Are we getting

ahead of ourselves?

Should we start with names?

I think the less you know

the better, Mr. Purdue.

You are not here on vacation.

No.

Business.

What business are you in?

I recover rare and

unique paintings.

Sometimes in leather tubes.

Well, that's a coincidence.

So, where do we go from here?

I think you know

where we go from here.

I'm the hand of mercy.

My associates are

the hand of judgment.

You choose.

Well, there's a third option.

- There is?

- Yes.

You have foolishly overlooked

my team of lethal bodyguards.

Don't be fooled by their

innocuous appearance.

They are each a wolf

in sheep's clothing.

So, either you surrender now,

or I will be forced to

release my dogs of w*r.

I think I like my chances.

Well...

hand of mercy it is then.

I do like a happy ending.

You're not with Kasem?

Who's Kasem?

- Luke?

- Murph, train didn't work out either.

Wait. What?

Oh, no.

What else you got?

Just give me a second.

There's a bus stop about an

hour's walk from where you are.

Just come pick me up.

No more motorbikes.

No more trains.

Not interested in walking.

I'm not interested in buses.

Murph, you have to

come pick me up.

From the house on

Strathmore Gardens,

Mr. Cross would like the

carpets in the front hall,

the portrait, the grandfather clock,

the drawing room couch, the...

The green couch?

You hate the green couch.

If we may continue.

Harold, this isn't

what we agreed on.

We agreed to settle this

amicably with a neutral mediator.

Don't be so naive, Charlotte.

Where did you think we

were going to end up?

Well, not on the 17th floor

being ambushed by your lawyer.

It is what it is.

We are where we are.

Well, I don't care

about furniture,

but we are not going to squabble

over the custody of our son.

You should get

yourself a lawyer.

Emily, can you please

lock up the west wing?

I'm gonna go check on

the Holbein restoration.

- Okay. See you later.

- See you.

It's a remarkable painting.

Wonderful silk slippers.

Luke, why are you in England?

Charlotte, it's

been almost a year.

Can't a brother drop in

to see his kid sister?

How's the family?

- Young Thomas?

- He's wonderful.

He's also brilliant.

- And the husband? Henry?

- Harold.

Not so brilliant.

Turns out he's as

loyal as a tomcat.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But you are a masterpiece,

and he is a monkey.

I could've told you

it wouldn't work out.

Not today, Luke. It's too raw.

Are you in trouble again?

Charlotte, do you think this is

really what you should be doing?

Oh, thank God. I'm saved.

You're a life coach now.

Don't mention it.

It's a brother's duty.

I like what I do,

and I'm good at it.

No, I know that's what

you have to tell yourself,

but the three of us, we

had such great adventures.

Don't you miss that?

Yeah, but that

was ten years ago.

Dad died, I was raising a baby,

juggling a job, and

I had to grow up.

Not exactly sure

what happened to you.

Well, you call

yourself a curator,

but I think there's a unnatural

split in the Holy Family.

Between the Virgin Mary

and the baby Jesus.

- No, there isn't.

- Yes, there is.

In the Levenstede the Younger.

- I can't see anything.

- Really?

Take a look between the two angels,

and then between their halos.

Follow that line straight through

our baby Savior into his ten,

tiny but fat, pink toes.

And there, in the blue velvet...

you'll find it.

Luke!

What are you doing?

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke! Don't do this to me!

Luke! What is this?

You've been in the country ten

minutes. What, did you steal this too?

You give that painting back.

I will, but first, get in

and you can have it back.

No.

- It's now or never.

- No.

You're not gonna

make it outta here.

Well, you underestimate

my choice in cars.

Give the painting back.

Oh, come on, Charlotte.

- You're not here for that.

- Luke, listen to me. Give it back.

You don't want

the painting back.

You want your old life back.

Sorry!

Sweet baby Jesus.

And his fat little toes.

This has to stop.

Murph, catch.

Deb, are we good?

We're all good.

Deb!

You're still working

with Dad's old team?

Deb. Murphy.

Charlotte.

What are you doing

to my painting?

He's wearing gloves.

Nothing has changed.

You've got your prize, and

tomorrow, it still won't be enough.

It's an arrival fallacy.

You keep telling yourself

you'll be satisfied

when you're holding that trophy in

your hands, but you never will be.

You're just chasing a pot of

gold at the end of a rainbow.

Well, at least I

believe in something.

You've outsmarted yourself into not

even believing that there can be a pot.

You've chosen comfort and predictability,

and you've put your entire life on hold.

But, Charlotte, life

is about the adventure.

People don't climb mountains to just

get to some treasure at the top.

And no, I can't reconcile

Dad's great mystery

about why the journey's more

important than the prize,

but I do know that you

have to go on the journey.

Murph?

- There's nothing there.

- That's not good.

What's not good?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

To both of you. It's

been a long day.

- Stop.

- Charlotte, you're right and I'm wrong,

and you're my sister

and I love you.

I'm gonna make all this right.

You can have your painting.

I'll take you back.

But I can see you're

doing that thing.

I just need you to breathe.

When she's mad,

you stop breathing.

Come on. We'll do

it together, right?

I love you. Do you forgive me?

- No.

- Okay.

Well, we're just gonna breathe.

Let's all close our eyes.

And on three. One, two, three.

- Luke.

- It's plausible deniability.

Will you help me get her up?

Hi.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah?

Yeah?

You sure?

Okay.

Forgive what seems like an inquisition,

but you are curator of this museum,

and you've been missing

for a few hours.

For the last time, if I

were involved in this crime,

do you really think I'd return

to the scene of the crime?

Well, you wouldn't be the

first criminal that has.

There's a well-known clich

that supports that phenomenon.

And you are?

Special Detective

Jamal Abbas, Interpol.

Charlotte Purdue,

wrongfully accused.

Did you know your brother's linked to

a string of high-profile art thefts?

That, he did not mention.

- What did he mention?

- I tried to stop him for obvious reasons.

I saw that on the

security footage.

Can you at least

tell me where he is?

If I knew where he was, I assure

you you'd be the first to know

as he's put me in a

somewhat awkward position.

I'm desperate neither for

incarceration nor unemployment.

Well, allow me to assist.

But if it later transpires that

you're being somewhat disingenuous...

I would not dare be

mendacious with an official

dressed in that houndstooth.

Well, thank you for noticing.

It's wasted on most suspects.

What else did he steal?

- Is there a pattern?

- I'm sorry.

Are you a detective

as well as a curator?

It doesn't appear

that I need to be.

Looks like your

work here is done.

I heard what happened.

Thomas is staying with me.

- Harold.

- You're an accessory in an art heist.

Jesus.

My solicitor will be in

touch about revised custody.

Please don't do this.

- It's done.

- Mum.

Hey, sweetie.

You're gonna stay with Dad

a few extra nights, okay?

Is everything all right?

It will be.

Yeah, it's all right. Go

on. Go play music. Go on.

Thank you.

- Charlotte.

- Murph.

How are ya?

Not that happy actually.

Where is he?

Luke!

Lukie!

Oh, Luke!

Okay.

- She seems quite warm...

- Luke!

...so keep the cat in the

bag until I release it, yeah?

Great.

Charlotte, you look fantastic.

No thanks to you.

- Me? What did I do?

- Quite a lot actually, Luke.

- Deb.

- Charlotte.

And you are?

I'm Owen Carver.

- And you do?

- I do the money.

And which genius will explain

to me why I am now unemployed?

- You should tell her.

- Not yet.

We're looking for the

Fountain of Youth.

Oh, please no.

Not this again.

What did I just say

about the cat in the bag?

Cat wasn't happy in the bag.

And you're paying for this?

Guilty as charged.

Your motivation

being more money?

Power?

Spectacular face cream?

I'm dying. Liver cancer.

Awkward.

If the Fountain restores youth

and health, maybe it can save me.

Luke, are we going to

discuss this sensitive matter

in private or with the room?

In the room, please.

So my brother has

sold you on the idea

that there's some snake oil super

juice at the end of this journey?

No. I sold him.

Oh, I see.

Then allow me to clothe the elephant

that is stumbling around this room.

You are proposing that

there is a literal liquid

that expresses itself through a

magical fountain that, once consumed,

gives access to an

eternal bliss-filled life.

Oh, Charlotte, you

and I both know

that there's a seed of truth cloaked

within every myth, metaphor, or fable.

Herodotus wrote about it.

The Mahabharata talks about it.

Alexander the Great traveled

the world looking for it.

I know the stories.

No. One story. Five continents.

Dozens of cultures over

thousands of years.

And I'm still wondering

why you stole my Rembrandt.

- I returned it.

- Got me fired.

And now you are free to help us.

Don't you dare.

Don't you tell me that

your primal curiosities

are not piqued by

the great mysteries.

There is a ninth-century Tibetan scroll

that posits the location of the Fountain,

but it also says that that location

is being hidden from man by God.

We believe knowledge of the

location was passed down in pieces

from generation to generation amongst

the most learned families of the times.

These people were called

Protectors of the Path,

and their job is to keep that

path concealed at all costs.

And has anyone ever met

any of these Protectors?

I may have had a little

tussle with one in Thailand.

Well, if the Protectors and God thought

that this should be kept secret,

maybe there's a reason.

Charlotte, anything

of value is protected.

By God?

The bigger the prize, the

bigger the protection.

The myth of the Fountain

says it will tempt you

with everything you've ever

desired in the palm of your hands.

All you have to do is drink.

Infinite health,

wealth and beauty.

But where there is life,

there is also death.

Charlotte, this could

be the most important

archaeological

discovery in history,

and our family name will be

synonymous with its discovery.

In the 1600s, six artists made

a pact to reveal the location.

Each one hid a clue

in their paintings.

Behold Caravaggio's

The Taking of Christ.

Rubens's The Descent

From the Cross.

Wildens's Christ and Disciples

On the Road to Emmaus.

Velzquez's Christ Crucified.

El Greco's Christ

Carrying the Cross,

and look who it is.

Your Rembrandt, Head of Christ.

The El Greco was stolen from the

Gardner Museum in Boston in 1990,

and it's been missing since

then, so good luck with that.

Missing no more.

Found it in Thailand.

Jesus.

Yeah, carrying the cross.

You have a compulsion.

Some might call it a skill.

Sickness.

- Talent.

- Pathology.

Okay, it's a gift.

Each canvas is marked on

the back with invisible dye

and a secret signature

which reads, "Sex et unum."

Six and one.

Six canvases, one path.

Each is also marked

with a different letter:

D, K, C, I, E.

D, K, C, I, E.

We just haven't figured

out what they mean yet.

Now I understand why I'm here.

Do you?

Why are you here?

I'm here to help you

solve your little riddle.

Why would I need you?

You don't like my Rembrandt.

Why don't I like your Rembrandt?

There's no markings on the back.

Why are there no

markings on the back?

It's a forgery.

It's not a forgery.

I did a computational

analysis on the brushstrokes.

It's definitely a Rembrandt.

It's a Rembrandt. It's

just not the Rembrandt.

He often made duplicates

of his own work.

You stole the wrong Rembrandt.

Yeah, and you know

where the real one is.

Not my business.

But my son is my business, and thanks

to you, I could now lose custody of him.

Then let me help you.

I have a whole army of

highfalutin lawyers.

Help me save my life, I'll

help you keep your son.

And what if you're wrong

about this little adventure?

Then at least I'll have

had a little adventure.

Thought that'd work.

You might wanna check

Alfred Gwynne Vanderbilt.

He was known to have a

passion for Rembrandt.

I am going to the library.

Something smells good.

That is the exotic

aroma of danger.

But if you're here and I'm

not dead, is this a date?

No.

I'm actually here to help you avoid

getting hurt or anyone else getting hurt.

Is that really why you're here?

The train.

- I felt it.

- Oh, you did?

I'm glad someone felt something.

- Drink?

- No.

I won't be here for long.

That's a shame.

You're a child flying a

kite in a lightning storm.

That's an oddly

dramatic metaphor.

It's an appropriate one.

And the storm is more

charged than you think it is.

Do you even know

why it's hidden?

Do you even know what it is?

No, but I'm very

curious to find out.

Well, we all know what curiosity did

to the cat in spite of all its lives.

Do you think the

fountain is literal?

Metaphorical, allegorical,

metaphysical, or anagogical?

Do you think we should just get

the kiss out of the way now?

No. All right. We'll

come back to that.

I think it's valuable.

And I really appreciate that you're

always looking out for my well-being.

It's not your well-being

we're interested in.

- There's a "we"?

- Stop it now, or we will stop you.

All of you.

Which means that I

will see you again.

My God, she smells good.

He's quite good, isn't he?

Thanks for the Vanderbilt tip.

What are you here to steal

now? A child's trumpet?

We actually dug

through the archives,

so now we know where

the real Rembrandt is.

You're conning

this poor man Owen.

No. No conning.

It's actually all his idea. He

came to find Dad, he got me.

You're filling him with false

promises, and he's drinking it up.

That's called hope.

What's wrong with that?

Apart from the dubious morality?

It's a crime, dummy.

Interpol's after you.

For what? Stolen art?

Please.

Look, the fact is, Owen came to us

with an honest-to-goodness quest.

It's giving him a new lease

on life. How can that be bad?

He's happy.

Harold says I was never happy.

Was he right?

Sounds like you

should come with us.

- It's not that easy.

- Isn't it?

Yeah!

- Uncle Luke.

- That was incredible.

Look at you. Wait.

Something's missing.

What happened to your beard?

You made a big impression

on him last time.

- He asks about you a lot.

- Is that true?

Are you still going

on adventures?

Yes, I am.

In fact, I just asked your mom if

she'd come on this one with me.

What do you think?

Mum doesn't really

do adventures.

Thomas.

- I better get going.

- Yeah. Go.

He's a good kid.

So you really think you're gonna find a

magic pool of water at the end of this?

I don't know, but I

think you wanna find out.

Oh, cap.

Well, we all know that

Lusitania was the largest

cruise liner in the world.

During World w*r I, a

German U-boat sank her,

k*lling over 1,000 souls aboard.

One of those souls was the

great Vanderbilt himself.

When you said you

found the Rembrandt,

I didn't expect it to be at the

bottom of the North Atlantic.

Neither did we.

But unluckily for

us and for him,

when Alfred Vanderbilt

decided to buy it in 1915,

he brought it with

him on the Lusitania.

And it's still down there

in a watertight safe.

First-class passengers

kept their safes in the

purser's strong room

located in the front

portion of the wreck.

We've attached flotation tanks that'll

bring that portion up above crush depth

then to the surface.

Seafloor pressure.

Pressure at seafloor is 3.14.

ROV is one to 12.

Flotation tanks secured.

All right. The flotation

tanks are in place.

Captain says there's

a storm coming in.

We've got about two

hours before it hits us.

And once that storm hits,

we can't keep her afloat.

We can wait it out.

- How long?

- Twenty hours maybe.

- What do you wanna do?

- We should go now.

Copy that.

- Bring her up.

- Copy that.

Once she reaches 100 feet,

they're gonna stabilize her,

then bring her up

to the surface.

She's all yours after that.

All right. Let's go.

Oh, hello. Where

did this come from?

What you're doing is

not insignificant.

I wouldn't mind being

part of that significance.

Plus, I spent most of my night

figuring out where the purser's

strong room is on the Lusitania.

Did you really?

Look who's back, Lottie-Lou.

The Lusitania's

at a hundred feet.

Counterweights are deployed.

She'll breach in

about two minutes.

All right. You heard

her. Let's get dressed.

- Did you hear that?

- What?

First footsteps in

over a hundred years.

Luke, we're standing by.

You two kids be careful.

All right. I got this.

Follow me.

Door, please.

Reminds me of that apartment

when we were students in Paris.

Similar. This is less damp.

Careful now. That

sounded like levity.

Don't want you having any fun.

Remember the last time we

were on a boat together?

Ecuador?

Putumayo River.

Dad was looking for the gold

mask of the Inti sun god.

Poor guy never found it.

Yes, he did. I can still

see him wearing it.

What are you talking about?

You wouldn't remember anything.

You were hallucinating after

licking that toad's back.

Maybe there's a reason Dad told

me some things he didn't tell you.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

If he found it, then

why aren't we rich?

He found it. He didn't take it.

It's not all about money, Luke.

Unless you're getting divorced.

- Harold's a d*ck.

- He is a d*ck.

Radar contact.

- Something incoming.

- What is it?

Speed it's moving implies

it's a helicopter.

The Coast Guard?

If it was, you'd have expected

them to have hailed by now.

We need to get Luke and

Charlotte on the radio.

Luke. Come in, Luke.

- You sure we're going the right way?

- Yeah. I'm sure.

Oh, yeah.

- If you want, I can just have a look.

- You wanna teach me how to read a map?

No. I was just gonna say there's

a right way and a wrong way.

Luke, I need you to

come in. There's...

Someone's jamming our signal.

We need to get eyes on

this. Let's get upstairs.

All right. Through these doors

is the purser's strong room.

Do you think it's anything

like this purser's strong room?

Never would've found

it without you, huh?

Don't take anything

that isn't yours.

We're not thieves.

Now where do we begin?

Maybe the one that

says Vanderbilt.

Clue's in the name.

That ain't the Coast Guard.

Who is it then?

I don't know, but I bet

they want what we want.

There she is.

That is the sister I know.

All right.

Fireball.

Luke, come in.

Yahtzee!

Bring the tea.

No! We're not grave robbers.

Look. The airbag's failing.

They don't have long.

Is that a helicopter?

I don't remember having

a helicopter with us.

Oh, no.

Hello.

Again.

- Hello again.

- "Hello again"?

What's going on here?

I'm hurt. You've

not mentioned me?

We've been pretty busy.

Well, we both know why I'm here.

I don't know why you're

here. Why are you here?

Forgive me. I'm here for

yet another painting.

Well...

we both know when

we've been outgunned.

We're hit!

Don't you move!

Luke!

Give me the painting.

Buckle up. We're

going back to base.

Give me the painting.

I can't do that.

Are you really gonna make me

put a g*n to your sister's head?

Give her the painting, Luke.

- She's not gonna hurt you.

- No, I am going to hurt her.

Just let me think.

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking that...

Luke!

I'm thinking that we

can work this out.

Give me the painting.

No!

Luke!

Luke!

Told you it'd be an adventure.

You good?

I'm alive, if that's

what you mean.

Success?

You got it?

Yes, we got it.

Hey. We good?

Of course, we're not good.

She wasn't gonna k*ll you.

- How do you know?

- Because if she k*lled you,

she still wouldn't have the

painting. I had the painting.

Well, that was a hell of a

risk to take with my life.

It wasn't a risk.

It was a calculation.

She seemed upset, right?

Who?

You're a clever boy.

So, how's the adventure going?

I think it's maybe a little

too adventurous for me.

Well, you are pretty boring.

Hey. Watch it, mister.

What? Boring can be cool.

Thomas.

Dad needs to talk to you.

Okay.

Say hi to Uncle Luke for me.

I need you to take

Thomas for a bit.

When? For how long?

Tomorrow and for

quite a long time.

I've signed a new

contract to go to Japan.

That sounds serious. But

I repeat, for how long?

For about a year.

A year?

I'm consulting for Carver

Enterprises in Tokyo.

Owen Carver?

How do you know?

Never mind. But of course I'll take

him. I'll pick him up tomorrow.

Sounds like good news.

What do you want? Still

not talking to you.

Are you still mad

about the Lusitania?

Charlotte, any journey

worth going on...

Don't do that.

Don't do what?

Don't give me the value of the

journey speech as an excuse.

That woman held

a g*n to my head.

She's fiery, isn't she?

She's one of the Protectors. The one

I had the run-in with in Thailand.

When you say "run-in,"

do you mean that weird, dysfunctional

chemistry you two had going on?

When you say "chemistry," do

you mean, like, attraction?

Like, she's attracted to me?

Oh, please. There's a

reason you're still single.

Really? Well, the pot doth

call the kettle black.

You know what, let's just

focus on the positives.

Sounds like you got your son back.

Mazel tov. Come on. We need your help.

So, where are we?

We now have all the pieces of

the path but no starting point,

so it's meaningless

without context.

It could literally be

any place on Earth.

Vanderbilt's Rembrandt

revealed the letter V,

so we have all the letters.

I'm pretty sure it's an anagram.

It'll tell us where to start.

Murph already tried matching them by

the names of cities from 500 years ago.

Nothing there.

Maybe the letters aren't a

place. Maybe they're a number.

Like a substitution code.

Let's try celestial navigation.

Let's see if the path matches

up to any constellations.

All right.

I'm not getting

anything remotely close.

Wait. Sex et unum is in Latin.

It's written on every painting.

In Latin, V is W.

Nice. Okay.

Murph, switch the V for

a W and run it again.

You feeling all right?

Good days and bad days. Thanks.

Okay, so there's only

one word that works.

"Wicked."

The paintings were

completed in the early 1600s

and who was on the English

throne in the early 1600s?

King James.

Six and one.

And wicked?

The Wicked Bible.

There she is.

I don't follow.

Six and one is a

reference to King James.

He was the sixth James

to be king of Scotland

and the first James

to be king of England.

He was the king of both at the

same time, so he is six and one.

The King James Bible is

called the King James Bible

because he was the one

who commissioned it.

And its lesser-known evil

twin is the Wicked Bible.

Okay. Go on.

In 1631, an edition was printed

of the Bible with a mistake.

It had an unusual anomaly

in the Commandments.

The word "not" was omitted from

"Thou shalt not commit adultery."

So, the verse instead read...

"Thou shalt commit adultery."

And that's why it's known

as the Wicked Bible.

But what if it wasn't a mistake?

What if it was a deliberate way to

mark specific copies of the Bible

that hold the key to

understanding the path?

Sometimes it's painfully

obvious that we're related.

We need to get one

of those Bibles.

Well, most of them were

destroyed. They're heretical.

Not all destroyed.

I think I might

know where one is.

Hands where I can see 'em.

Hands where I can see 'em.

You two, other side

of the table. Move.

Charlotte Purdue.

"Wrongfully accused."

Detective Abbas.

"If I knew where he was,

you'd be the first to know."

Nah, no need to

introduce yourselves.

I've been following you all

for the past year and a half.

I know more about you than

you know about each other.

Luke and Charlotte Purdue,

children of the esteemed

archaeologist Harrison Purdue.

And I see his old team's here as

well with one notable addition.

Owen Carver.

You two have somehow turned your father's

prestigious and legitimate concern

into an international

criminal enterprise.

You're responsible for stealing

six priceless masterpieces

on four different continents,

and unfortunately for you,

we now find ourselves with the thieves

and the paintings all under one roof.

The El Greco, the Velzquez,

the Wildens, Rubens.

Look, Charlotte.

Another Rembrandt.

And somewhere around

here is a Caravaggio.

Get down on knees.

All of you now. Now!

Now!

That includes you

too, Mr. Policeman.

I'm not happy, Luke. You make

me come long way to find you.

Find me? I've been

trying to find you.

Kasem, you gotta

pick up your phone.

You stole my boss's painting.

You make me look very bad.

Now you for chop-chop.

You think I'm dumb,

which makes you dumb.

I'm not dumb. I'm smart.

I follow him.

Mr. Interpol, Mr. Boss Man.

He very clever. He find you, but he's

not so clever to know I track him.

- Now I find you.

- And your painting's right there.

You let these four go,

and you can take it.

You'll still have me, and

I can make you very rich.

How you do that if you dead?

Look, I'm very sorry that

you had to work so hard,

but your skill and your

tenacity clearly paid off.

Take a look around.

There's five paintings in

here. You can have them all.

Well, now, they're mine anyway.

Not one.

Caravaggio.

And that is the big f... shining cherry

on top of all the other five cherries.

So, you let these four go,

and I'll tell you where it is.

Okay.

You four. Go.

- Luke.

- Don't argue.

- Is this a good idea?

- Just do as you're told.

Where is it?

It's right over...

here.

Luke is getting away!

All clear?

Luke.

Luke!

Don't drink.

Luke!

Luke, drink.

Oh, my God.

You realize you still

talk in your sleep, right?

So I keep being told.

I'm now a fugitive of justice.

Thankfully, my son is

now with me on the lam.

Wow. Is that two?

Three. Just getting started.

Well, it took some time,

but we finally found

that sense of adventure

you've been lacking.

Found or forced into

that sense of adventure?

I thought my next adventure was

going to be raising a family

but turned out that was

trickier than I expected.

You should try it sometime.

I don't envy your situation. But

I am sorry about the marriage.

I thought he would change.

Turns out, despite my best efforts, he

has all the characteristics of a dog.

So, does that mean he

could lick his own...

Except the loyalty.

Loyalty.

Husband, cheater. Boo.

Free champagne. Yeah.

Well, look at her now.

Back in the saddle.

I'm back on the trail.

You knew I was gonna

get in that car.

Charlotte, I know you

better than you know you.

Ever since we were kids, even

when you said no to an adventure,

what you really mean was yes.

If you would always

just let me help you.

No. Let me help you help me.

Now was that three

glasses or three bottles?

What?

Okay.

What do you think you're

gonna get from this fountain?

Nothing.

Dad. Recognition.

He deserves it.

What? He didn't insist

upon it, but I will.

After what he achieved,

the world owes it to him

and our family name

deserves to be revered.

I don't need reverence.

Dad certainly doesn't need

reverence, 'cause he's dead.

Well, that's unkind.

So what you're really saying

is, you need reverence.

No. That's not what I meant.

I know you better

than you know you.

I don't think you do because

I don't drink champagne.

Excuse me, could we have

the bottle please? Thanks.

Thank you.

I see. Just warming up.

Now you put me on the adventure,

let me enjoy the adventure.

- I really don't like leaving him.

- He's fine. He's with a billionaire.

What's that supposed to mean?

Some of it might rub off.

All right, Murph,

you stay out here.

Well, in that case, here. Take

these. Put 'em in your ears.

- We'll stay in touch.

- Great.

Librarian incoming.

- Mr. Purdue, I assume.

- Yes.

I am the head of the

rare books department.

It's a great pleasure to

welcome you and your team.

Mr. Carver has been

quite generous.

Ms. Purdue, may I just say,

your paper on Picasso's

pre-cubist work was phenomenal.

Thank you.

Wunderbar.

Yeah, so would you

like to follow me?

So, just keep a lookout for

police or assassins, Mafia.

- Monkeypox.

- Four horsemen.

Angina.

- Ebola.

- Rabies.

- Babies?

- I said rabies.

This is the best

restaurant in Vienna.

I'm sure they'll take

great care of you.

I will now leave you in

peace, but before I go,

may I say the board was thrilled

to receive such a generous

donation to the library.

You're very welcome.

Please thank them for

accommodating my research team.

Well, I will relay

the sentiment.

- Auf Wiedersehen.

- Bye.

Do you want a drink?

Or do you want a drink?

No, I'm fine for the

moment. Thank you.

I hear you're some sort

of musical prodigy.

That's what I'm told.

I get the feeling you're

not one for small talk.

I get a similar feeling.

My mother said you're

rich. Do you mind if I pry?

The floor is yours.

How rich are you?

Embarrassingly rich.

Does it start with a B?

- Yes, it does.

- Do you have a boat?

Yes, I do.

- How big?

- 120 meters.

- Do you have a plane?

- You were just on my plane, and I have...

- Impressive.

- Not necessarily.

There are planes and

then there are planes.

You were on the baby one.

Now, it's my turn.

One moment.

You did say the floor was mine.

Uh-huh.

Are you satisfied?

Of course not.

Did you set me

up? That was good.

Frulein, two

glasses of champagne.

So, our private collection

is kept back here.

Not many people get to see this.

The Wicked Bible

is our crown jewel.

Now, are you interested

in something specific?

I'll let you guess.

I assume, like everybody else,

you would like to see

the infamous misprint

in the Ten Commandments, yes?

"Thou shalt commit adultery."

That is what makes it wicked.

In fact, it is not

the only thing.

There is another misprint

in Deuteronomy 5.

"Behold, the Lord our God hath shown

us his glory and his great a*s."

Well, I think we're all

looking forward to seeing that.

Please.

Remember you're

tourists, not tough guys.

Okay, there's been

a development.

Luke, your girlfriend's

here with an army of pals.

- Well, that's complicated.

- What do you wanna do?

- Sorry, what is complicated?

- Leave it to me.

Leave what to you?

Could you direct me to

the little boys' room?

Got anything?

Nothing yet. Are

you sure he's here?

He'll be here. He's just

good at blending in.

All exits are blocked.

Where is that vicious b*tch?

Well, that was easy.

Good. You made it.

Looking for a book?

You know they're all in German?

Do you have recommendations?

Nietzsche.

Not many happy endings there.

Strangely just like being

abandoned on a sinking ship.

You know, I did mean to

say I'm sorry about that.

But Nietzsche said that

what doesn't k*ll you...

only makes you more angry.

Well, on that note.

Okay.

g*ns or knives, butch?

I have a scarf.

Better for me. But I'll

give you a fighting chance.

Clearly I was kidding.

Hey.

Sorry.

My sister thinks...

I'm sorry.

As I was saying.

My sister thinks this is a

dysfunctional relationship.

I think your sister's right.

Stop making this so complicated

otherwise I'm gonna

have to k*ll you.

"Otherwise"? You just tried to

stab me in the eye with a knife.

That was just to slow you down.

It was?

Well, I apologize because

I clearly misunderstood.

Friends?

- You don't want what you're looking for.

- Okay.

All right. I think I

bought us a minute.

Can someone cut me down?

Okay, they've covered

all the exits.

We're gonna need

to go to plan B.

Any joy?

No joy.

Well, that's

disappointing. Deb, plan B.

Plan B.

You smell that?

No.

I can smell it.

Oh, God. That smells like smoke.

- I smell smoke.

- What?

Smoke? I don't smell smoke.

You have to close your

eyes. Breathe in deep.

What are you doing?

We can't do this here.

It'll take too long.

Oh, no. I did not

sign up for this.

We were supposed to find the

thing we need and then leave.

Now this very nice librarian

is unconscious on

the f... Is she dead?

She's not dead.

What? And now you're gonna steal

another precious cultural artifact?

Charlotte, we are not in the

zoo. We are in the jungle.

We're not in a jungle.

We're in a public library.

The point is, what we're

doing is unpredictable

and when the situation changes,

you have to change with it.

That is why I always

have a good plan B.

No, you're not listening to me.

This is just like it

was on the Lusitania.

I didn't agree then to be

attacked by a dysfunctional woman

- who was trying to k*ll us...

- You were right about her.

...and I do not agree now to

be complicit in gassing a woman

and-and stealing

religious literature.

It was a spray.

Look, this is a very unique situation,

and it's uncomfortable. I get it.

But it's also part of the

adventure, so no good journey

doesn't have its hurdles

and obstacles to overcome.

Yes, but not when the

journey ends in jail.

We're not going to jail.

- How do you know?

- Because I've done this a lot,

and it never ends in jail.

Sometimes it ends in jail.

- Deb, please stick to your b*mb.

- b*mb?

It's not a b*mb.

Bombs are for children. It's a

controlled directional expl*sive.

Three, two...

one.

Oh, sh*t.

And Daddy bird is

leaving the nest.

All right. I'll be waiting for

you over at the fountain exit.

All right. Grab your

stuff. Off we go.

Where is my Bible?

I'll take you for a

spin in the big plane

if you don't tell your

ma about the champagne.

Now, if you stay close to me, there's

absolutely no reason to be scared.

Scared about what?

Get in.

It's probably best not to tell

her about the fight either.

- Happy ending.

- Praise the Lord.

What's that smell?

Uncle Luke thought it'd be

fun to crawl through a sewer.

Don't let her convince

you it's her first time.

What about you boys?

We had a lovely Wiener

schnitzel, didn't we?

And a bottle of champagne.

Champagne?

Champagne's only 12%.

And then Owen had

to beat two guys up.

It was quite surprising

and impressive.

Owen did what now?

The Protectors only wanted me.

He was never in any danger.

They attacked you?

It's not as dramatic

as it sounds.

Not strictly true. It

was quite dramatic.

Luke.

- He seems fine.

- Yeah, Mum, I'm fine.

There is nothing

fine about this.

Have you washed your hands?

Come with me.

- Are you drunk?

- What are you talking about? I'm 11.

Drink?

We need to find Owen Carver.

We need trackers on every

plane, car, and boat he owns.

So, where are we?

All right. So we scanned the Bible twice,

and there's nothing in the text proper.

But in the gilding on the pages,

we've isolated a 1,029

digit repeating pattern

that's constructed using

only the digits one to seven.

A code?

Whoever created it had to use a

system that anyone can understand

regardless of

language or culture.

Numbers.

The problem is we've tried

rotation ciphers, transpositions,

even asymmetric key ciphers.

Nothing works.

- You can't crack it?

- We will.

We will.

Are you sure the

code's numerical?

Where are you going?

This was a mistake.

Okay. Is this about

the sewers? I'm sorry.

Thomas shouldn't be here.

I understand. I do.

And given what's happened, I'm

sure you're very frightened.

But the truth is,

this is good for him.

This is real life.

What with the setback and the

hardships, and it's like Dad said,

the reward is the journey, not

the prize at the end of it.

That's the credo I live by.

No, it isn't.

You've taken what Dad did,

and you've corrupted it

into blatant criminality.

All you care about is the prize at the

end and the glory that goes along with it.

You're obsessed with it, Luke. That's

not what Dad was talking about.

It almost feels like

that's been brewing a bit.

I'm not doing this.

No, because you live by

his ethos every day, right?

I'm sorry my life isn't

exciting and showy.

But you know what it was? It

was safe until you showed up.

- Safe?

- Yes.

Where's the joy? You're

not even on a journey.

Be honest. You've been

happier in the last five days

than you have in the last

five years. Yeah? Yeah.

And Dad?

He'd be embarrassed

of you at a museum.

You're not a curator.

You're an exhibit.

Come on.

Dad was all we had in common.

Now he's gone, looks

like we have nothing.

That's a bit... Charlotte.

- Let's go, Thomas.

- Charlotte.

Mum. Mum, wait.

How serious is this?

Not at all.

Can we keep going please?

- Mum!

- Merci.

- I'm sorry. I know you've had a hard day.

- But Mum...

I'm gonna find us a hotel. I'm gonna

get you some dinner and then...

- Mum!

- What?

It's not maths.

The pattern they

found. It's not maths.

It's no good, Luke. The

code's a brick wall.

Then we've gone wrong somewhere.

We're missing something.

Hey.

- Hello.

- No. I don't wanna hear it.

Sorry.

Thomas.

These seven digits

aren't numbers.

They're musical notes.

What?

Most universal

language there is.

And for the record,

an 11-year-old figured that out

where the experts struggled.

Can you write the notes down?

I can do better than that.

Murph.

Play it again, Thomas.

Okay, I got it.

The song is called

"Water in the Desert."

It's old. Nobody

knows who wrote it,

but it honors the Seven

Wonders of the Ancient World.

Could you show me a map?

Now highlight the Seven

Ancient Wonders of the World.

Lay the path from

the paintings on top.

All six points line

up... except one.

Six and one. The

seventh location.

And there's only one Ancient

Wonder left in the world.

The Pyramids of Giza.

Thomas.

Pack your bags.

What do you mean pack your bags?

We're going to Egypt.

We can't just drop

everything and go to Egypt.

- Well, we could.

- No.

You said it was about the

journey, not the reward.

No one is going anywhere unless

there's some kind of security.

I totally agree.

So just to reassure you,

it's already taken care of.

I have a whole team on standby.

They can travel with us.

I promise you I'll

keep him safe.

What am I saying? No. Even

with security, no way.

Luke.

Luke.

If you get the opportunity to

drink from the Fountain, will you?

I think you have me confused

with the terminally ill

gentleman looking for a cure.

What exactly do you

know about Owen Carver?

I know that none of this

would be possible without him.

He said he was gonna use his

lawyers to get me my son back

and instead he relocated my

ex-husband halfway across the world.

And are we not

grateful for this?

He should've consulted me. Thomas

can't see his father at all now.

You know how he made

his money, right?

He takes over companies like he's

declaring w*r on Europe in the 1930s.

Okay, well that was

then and this is now.

People change when

they're dying.

I think he wants to make amends

for his avarice and for his greed.

I think he wants to leave

behind a positive legacy.

I think he just wants

to drink and get better.

I just hope he's not intending

to bottle it and sell it.

Go to sleep.

I have failed, sir.

No. You haven't failed

until they succeed.

They have the Bible.

That's unfortunate.

Do they know what

to take from it?

He'll work it out.

Well, in the 400 years since it's

been printed, no one ever has.

He's different.

He'll succeed.

Let me remind you

that he can't succeed.

And let me remind you of your inherited

legacy to protect mankind from itself.

There's a reason why

the Fountain was hidden.

And there's a reason why,

for thousands of years,

we have ensured that

it remain that way.

It is simply too powerful,

dangerous, and tempting

for mankind to decide

for themselves.

Do they even know what

they're looking for?

How literal shall I be?

Eternal life. Youth. Beauty.

Wealth. Health. Power.

Shall I go on?

In another word, what

they consider salvation.

But there's a bit

more there than that.

So far, you have chosen

to show great restraint.

And I find that commendable

but sadly ineffective.

You have tried

the hand of mercy.

Now it is time to be

the hand of judgment.

Do you know what this is for?

The Pyramids of Giza were

built about 2,600 BC,

and the pharaohs were

obsessed with secret chambers.

Now they built them

into the pyramids

to hide the scrolls and the

knowledge of their time.

If they were secret, how do

you know they were there?

Well, look at you, smarty-pants.

A few years ago, some scientists

used technology called muography

to do a three-dimensional

scan of the pyramids.

Take a look at that.

How'd you get hold of these?

Well, we have moneybags

to thank for that.

And look what the scans found.

Secret chambers.

Tons of them. And chambers that have

never been accessed until today.

You all right?

When we get there, if we find

something, just be careful.

Charlotte, are you

worried about me?

Remember Inti the sun

god's golden mask?

You never asked why

Dad didn't take it,

considering he spent most of

his life searching for it.

And I assume you can

circle that square.

- I asked.

- And he said,

"The journey and the prize."

He said, "Some things you can't

explain, you can only experience."

So please, be careful.

Professor Bishara?

Mr. Carver.

- So pleased we could accommodate you.

- Yeah.

Nobody knows more about the history of

these pyramids than Professor Bishara.

Deb, Murph. Stay out here.

Keep an eye on this lot.

Understood.

Westerguard, you set up

a perimeter. Let's move.

Not quite sure why

they need so many bags.

Or what's in them.

The pyramids were sealed for

3,000 years until 820 AD...

mind your heads...

when Abdullah Al-Ma'mun commissioned men

to open them and search for treasure.

That is when this original

entrance was discovered.

- Since then...

- Wow.

...we have found the gallery and

beyond that, the King's Chamber.

This way.

And if we wanted to get below

the chamber, to go underneath...

My friend, there

is no underneath.

According to our scans there is.

Praeger.

- Let's go.

- Sir.

All right, boys.

Let's get to it.

What are you doing?

No. You cannot do this.

Sorry, Professor.

Time is against us.

If I had a year and a half to go through

all the necessary admin and permissions,

believe me, I would,

but I'm dying.

I don't have that luxury.

- I'm sure you understand.

- No.

Mr. Carver, this is

completely unacceptable.

Then I hope you'll

accept my apologies.

Could we get rid of

the professor, please?

- Miller.

- This way, Professor.

- No. You cannot do this.

- Get him out of here.

- No! Mr. Carver, this is a sacred space.

- Go, now!

- Mr. Carver!

- Owen, he's right.

We can work our way in. There's

got to be a trigger or sequence.

Just give me an hour,

I can find my way in.

- I can't.

- Hold on.

A moment ago you said a year and a half

and now you won't even give me an hour?

If I give you an hour,

it'll turn into three hours,

and then that'll turn

into dot, dot, dot.

We could be here for weeks.

I think everybody should step back.

I don't want anybody getting hurt.

That's good.

Thomas. Come with me.

How do you feel about this?

Look, Bishara's right of course.

But Owen does have a point.

Charlotte, it's here.

I can feel it.

Does it really matter

how we get down there?

Yes, it does.

I'm telling you how

we get there matters.

Guys, we've come a

long way. All of us.

Once you see the prize that's waiting

on the other side of that wall,

this conversation

will be meaningless.

- Come on.

- Mum, come on.

I'm not sure I like

the look of that.

Don't like the look of that.

Leave everyone behind.

Stay here.

There's a passageway.

Look who just walked in.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon, sir. I'm

afraid the pyramid's closed.

Oh, that is disappointing. I

was really hoping to come in.

Not today, I'm afraid.

Private function.

Well, I come in peace.

But I really do need to get in.

However if that's gonna be a problem, I

have a big stick that can clear the way.

But I also have a big stick...

to block the way.

Understood.

It's a private function.

Enjoy your tea.

Whose team are we on?

We'll wait to see who's winning.

I can feel a storm impending.

According to the scan,

we go straight down,

through the center of this room.

It's gotta be under that.

Then that needs to move.

- Let's get the lights up.

- Yes, sir.

What is it?

It's a keystone,

and it moves to this plinth.

We just have to figure out

how to get it over there.

Let's just move it.

Gentlemen, pull out your

biggest g*ns. We will need them.

This is International Police.

Watch out! Watch out!

Move!

It's not gonna move.

It's locked in place.

The Egyptians were

brilliant engineers.

There must be a

way to move this.

We just need a moment

to figure it out.

While you're thinking about that,

we'll be getting on with it.

- Praeger, tools.

- Yes, sir.

Miller, get those back to

him. Get the hand tools.

Get the sledgehammer.

Luke.

The temperature has changed.

Why are there g*ns

in their bags?

Well, they are

security, Charlotte.

This doesn't feel right.

He's not listening.

Look, the guy's burnt a

bonfire of cash getting here,

- okay?

- Praeger.

We can't be surprised

he's excited.

He thinks his

salvation's under there.

Whoa, you can't just keep

smashing your way through.

This ain't gonna work, sir.

It's fossilized basalt.

We'll be here for a week.

We bring the expl*sives?

What? Owen, we're not gonna

set off expl*sives down here.

They're professionals. They know what

they're doing. It's perfectly safe.

This room is 5,000 years old.

There's no way it's

perfectly safe.

You could bring down the

whole structure on us.

I'm with my sister on that.

- Then I suggest you step back.

- You step back.

- Leave us a second.

- You're not thinking straight.

Sorry, do you think you're

in charge of this whole op...

Do you think that

just having money

allows you to burn

the entire place down?

You coming?

Well, if you're

going, I'm coming.

Make sure we're not followed.

Stay here. No one follows us.

Yes, sir.

All right, guys. You heard him.

Let's get those doorways covered.

This has escalated quickly.

It's time to join

the losing side.

You coming with me?

Cover me!

Get on that .50.

You picked the wrong side...

so now I'll teach you a lesson.

All clear.

Get a medic!

I saw what you did out there.

Are we on the same team?

Let's hope so.

Praeger, I think maybe

you should go first.

These inscriptions...

they're all paradoxical.

What do you mean?

"The blessings

that are a curse."

"Angels that are demons."

"Salvation mixed

with damnation."

"Blessed is he who

drinks without thirst.

The thirsty man

betrays himself."

It's a dead end.

This looks like

the tree of life.

Earliest depictions would

go back to Babylonian times.

This panel represents

early maps.

The four corners of the world

surrounding the tree of life.

This is the Goddess Naunet.

And this is amber. Formed

from the resin of tree bark.

It protects the tree of life.

Ancient civilizations refer

to it as the burning stone.

The tree of life cannot

grow without the sun.

Is that it?

I think that's it.

That's a long way down.

You got any ideas?

- Parachute?

- Thank you, Luke.

Thomas, stay close to me.

We all good, JP?

No. Not really, Miller.

Thank you.

Look what I found.

Doesn't look like much.

Well, it might not

look like much.

But if we're to...

believe, then there's a power in

there beyond any of our comprehension.

In proportion to the

blessing is the curse.

If you're not ready to receive the

blessing, you will receive the curse.

Caution is advised.

Why don't you take

it from here, Luke?

We're all here for you, right?

To heal you.

Let's not worry about

that just now. Go on.

Sorry, are you asking me,

or are you telling me?

I'm inviting you.

This is what you want, isn't it?

What's going on, Owen?

Just for once, for me, would

you mind keeping out of it?

You're not really sick, are you?

I'm getting pretty sick of you.

But you're not dying?

We're all dying. It's

just a question of when.

Whatever's in there is

just for you, isn't it?

You just need a rat

to test the trap.

Let's not be naive as to

the reason we're here.

This is the most valuable

commodity in the world, Charlotte.

Are you going or not?

Okay.

Let me help you with this.

Luke! No!

You see, I'm gonna

win this game.

Go.

Go!

His arm is healing.

Let's see if he can heal this.

No!

Why didn't you drink?

It's all yours.

I need to shut this down.

Wait here.

You have tried

the hand of mercy.

Now it is time to be

the hand of judgment.

Do you know what this is for?

If the wrong person drinks, you'll

need this key to shut it down.

The Fountain will tempt

even the strongest of souls,

but with that beguilement

comes a cruel deception.

If you drink that pure energy,

the Fountain must take life

from those that you love most.

But if it's yourself

you value the most,

there will be no

interface, no exchange,

just a direct connection

to infinite power.

It is merciless.

One day mankind will be ready to

receive what the Fountain offers.

Until then, it

must be protected.

Thomas, give me your hand.

Thomas, hurry.

Go, go, go, go.

Come on. Move, move, move.

Faster, Thomas, move.

Go, go, go, go.

- Thomas!

- Go!

Go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Stay close, Thomas.

Luke!

Follow me this way!

Are you all in one piece?

Never better.

You?

Yeah.

Was it everything you wanted?

No.

Just...

everything.

And if you're not ready for

everything, don't drink.

Shall we?

Hey.

There aren't many who

can touch and not take.

So does that mean...

I'm impressive?

Everything all right, Abbas?

Everything copacetic?

Just another day at

the office, really.

You found the paintings.

And now you've found Owen Carver,

the criminal behind the crime.

Convenient for some.

Less work for you, huh?

So, does the chase continue?

Am I still hunting you down?

I think that's up to you.

Well, certain things

mustn't be found.

- Do you have a list?

- Do you?

I have a few ideas.

Well, as long as it doesn't

mean more work for me.

Goodbye, Luke.

Hey, thanks for not k*lling me.

Not yet.

But if you give me a reason

to chase you, I will.

Debs, we gonna live?

Next time, I'm going

inside with you.

That's fair. Not you, Murph.

Of course. You find what

you were looking for?

No. That was not what

I was looking for.

I'm sorry about your job.

Sorry you didn't get your prize.

Well... maybe Dad was right.

Some things were

meant to stay lost.

Always something to look for.

Listen, I know some people

in the city, collectors.

It's good money. Maybe I

could help you find a job.

Or maybe we could

find something lost.

Anything in mind?

I've got an idea.