Relic Hunter (1999–2002): Season 2, Episode 2 - Dagger of Death - full transcript

India, 500 AD: A precious dagger is used in human sacrifices to goddess Kali. 2000: Dr. Terrace is in a maximum security prison for killing his assistant. The dagger compelled him and now Sydney must return it to its sheath in India.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

We sacrifice this life
to the glory of Kali,
goddess of destruction.

DISCIPLES: Ram, Kali, Ram.

I cannot.

DISCIPLES: [CHANTING]
Kali, Kali, Kali.

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

[SCREAMS]
[WOMAN SHRIEKS]

You must have
some kind of contacts.

No one ever gets permission to
visit the maximum security unit.

Why is that?

Every prisoner in this block
has a level four
violence profile.



Doesn't get much sicker
than that.

[BUZZER RINGS]

The guy you're going to see
stabbed his victim repeatedly

for at least 15 minutes.

There were so many
lacerations

the coroner couldn't determine
the number of stab wounds.

You have five minutes.
Don't go too close
to the bars.

Sydney.

Dr. Terrace.

I want you to know that
I don't believe for a second
that you killed your assistant.

I appreciate that,
Sydney, but I did.

As savagely as a
beast without a soul.

I don't understand.

A dagger was sent to me
for authentication.



The owner wanted to confirm that
it was from the cult of Kali.

The Hindu goddess
of destruction?

Yes. He sent me a note
warning me not to touch it.

As I looked upon it,
I was drawn to it.

And the moment that I picked
it up, it was as though a...

A spirit, a demon had control
of me. I lashed out and...

What can we do?

Legend says that the dagger's
power can only be neutralized

when it's returned
to its sheath.

And the sheath is still
somewhere in Calcutta.

Where is the dagger?

I've hidden it.

It would take the fires of hell
for me to reveal where it is.

It's too late for you
to save me, Sydney,

but you have got to
make sure that the dagger

doesn't fall into anyone
else's hands.

There's something else,
I'm afraid.

Present-day Kali
worshipers

are looking for the dagger.
They will kill to get it back.

We shouldn't
be doing this.

They're securing the crime scene
to preserve physical evidence.

You obviously didn't see
the O.J. trial.

SYDNEY:
"The fires of hell" is a clue.

Be careful. If the dagger's
in there, you don't want
to touch it.

Right.

[NIGEL GRUNTING]

Find anything?

It's not there.

That light.

Hell is run by the devil,

another word
for devil is Lucifer,

Lucifer means bearer of light.

There's something.
There's something in here.

Something.

Nothing.

Oh!

There's nothing there.

The fires of hell.

NIGEL: Dante's Inferno.
Hell, inferno.

[CLOSES BOOK]

It's a letter requesting
authentication of the dagger.

From a Vincent Waxman.

Seven Continents Imports
and Exports, Calcutta.

Hey!

A thief should be careful
who steals from, Aneesh.

I am not a thief.

Then why were you running?

You see, we know you stole
the dagger. Where is it?

I know nothing of a dagger.

Kali's sheath. So you
know nothing of a dagger?

I bought that at a bazaar.
I have no idea where it
came from.

Oh, I think we both know
exactly where this came from.

And you did not pay
anything for it.

Tell me who you gave
the dagger to, Aneesh,

and I will spare your life.

They found Aneesh's body
in the Ganges this morning.

No great loss
to humanity.

It was a ritual killing.
The cult of Kali.

Somebody knows about the
dagger and the sheath,

and they'll be
after me next.

Hello?

Yes, what?

We're looking for
a Mr. Waxman.

Who are you?

My name is Sydney Fox. We're
colleagues of Dr. Terrace.

Oh! Oh, ah, ah,
how is my old friend?

He's in jail.
Killed his assistant
with a dagger,

a dagger that you
sent him.

[SIGHS] It's authentic.

Your sympathy for
your old friend
is touching.

Truly a tragedy,
but I warned him.

I have packing to do.

I wonder if the local
police would be interested

in your connection
with a dagger

that was used in a homicide.

Where did you get the
dagger, Mr. Waxman?

WAXMAN: Uh...

I'm going to pick up
the tickets now.

Yes, get them and come
straight back, Shiraz.

A colleague of mine named Aneesh
found the dagger

at the dig at Kashmir.

The same dig where
they're searching for
the temple of Kali?

Yes, that's the one.

Of course, nothing
of any value's ever
been dug up there.

But... Aneesh insisted
that I send the dagger

on to Terrace
for authentication.

We're such good friends,
I, I agreed to do it.

So where's the
sheath now?

Aneesh has it.

So your good friend
trusted you so much,

he held onto the
sheath himself.

That is touching.
Where can we find Aneesh?

In the morgue.
He was killed this morning.

I gather you're not
staying for the funeral.

Again, a... A tragedy.

But life goes on.
Preferably mine.

NIGEL: What makes you think
the sheath's back in Kashmir?

SYDNEY: Well, if there's
a cult of Kali followers,
as Dr. Terrace has said,

then it would make sense
that they'd kill Aneesh

and steal the sheath.

Then it's probably
someone present at the dig
for the lost temple.

You'd think.

Well, it's a
secure dig.

We certainly can't
advertise who we are

or that we have
the dagger with us.

How are we going
to gain access?

I have no idea.
This is us.

[GASPING]

Oh, I should know better
than to sleep on these trains,

Nod off for more than
a few winks at a time,

the locals will strip you
for dead.

Really?

See that man
over there?

He's been watching my luggage
ever since we boarded the train.

He's blind.

Oh, trust me, in India,
nothing is what it seems.
Justin Willoughby.

Nigel Bailey.

What's your stop?

Kashmir.

Mine, too.

NIGEL: What a coincidence.
Is it?

[LAUGHING]

Just remember, my friend,

in India, nothing is
what it seems.

Shiraz, what took you so long?

The plane leaves in
less than an hour!

Good afternoon,
Mr. Waxman.

[SHRIEKS]

Where is the dagger?

You have one chance of saving
your life. Tell me the truth.

I... I don't know
where it is.

Kill him.

No! No! I... I...
I can tell you who does.

An American woman.

She and her assistant were
here a couple of hours ago,

asking about the sheath.

But the dagger could
still be in America.

You are doing well.

Thank you.

So, where is this woman
and her assistant now?

I don't know. But I...
I did tell her about
the dig at Kashmir.

Ah. Excellent.

You see? That wasn't
so difficult, was it?

No.

You know, it is not often
that I spare the life

of someone as pathetic
as you, Waxman.
But I like you.

[LAUGHING]

[SCREAMING]

Keep alert, check your pack.

It's the chaos
that gives them
the opportunity.

They've stolen my bag.

It's no use.
He won't find it.

How do you know?

[PHONE RINGING]

WAXMAN: [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]
You've reached Seven Continents
Imports and Exports.

We can't take your call right
now so please leave a message.

Thanks for calling.

Ms. Fox?

No, Ms. Fox's assistant,
Claudia.

Rajid Prakash.
Detective Rajid Prakash,
Calcutta Police Department.

Are ms. Fox and
Mr. Bailey in?

No. Something the matter?

I'm hoping you can tell me.
Have you heard from them?

Not recently, no.

I need to speak to them
in connection with a murder
in Calcutta.

A murder?

A Vincent Waxman.
He was the proprietor

of Seven Continents Imports.
You've heard of it?

Seven Continents Imports,
that's where they were going.

Do you know where they are now?

Still in India, I guess.

I don't want to alarm you
any more than is necessary,

but they could be in danger.

Do you have any idea
how I can reach them?

I've been trying to get
a hold of them myself,
but I couldn't get through.

I could leave a message
on their cell phone.

Not necessary right now.

I'm hoping to speak
to them in person.

But perhaps you can help me
with some information.

Me?

Yes, just a few basic questions.

Anything I can do to help.

Good. I've got a meeting
at our embassy.

It shouldn't take long,

but you will be here
later this evening?

I've got yoga at 6:00,
but I don't have to go.

It's all right.
It can wait until morning.
I'll give you a call.

I hope Nigel and Sydney
are okay.

One more thing, do you have any
security alarms on this office?

No. Why?

It's just in light
of recent circumstances,
you should be careful.

Thanks.

[LINE RINGING]

You've reached the voice mail
of Nigel Bailey.

Please leave a message.

Nigel, it's Claudia. You've
got to call me back as soon
as you get this.

A Calcutta Police detective
was just here

asking questions about a murder.

He said you and Sydney
might be in danger. Call me.

Okay, I give.
What do we do now?

Say something very British.

NIGEL: Sorry?

SYDNEY: Say anything.
Say it loud.

God save the queen?

[LOUDLY]
God save the queen!

Ah, welcome to Kashmir,
Mr. Willoughby.

Welcome to Kashmir.
Bonjour.

Bonjour.

Come with me, please.

Are you sure no one else
came off the train with you?

I was expecting our
cultural observer.

Well, I am sure he will
come later tonight.

Meanwhile, I will get you
right to the dig, of course.

If you would be
so kind.

Ah, yes, by the way,
I am Dr. Flaubert.

Right.

And you are...

This is, um...

Robin Wolf,
Mr. Willoughby's assistant.

That's right.

Delighted. I'm anxious
for you to get to work.

I can hardly wait.

Please hold on.

[DISTANT CLATTERING]

Somebody here?

Somebody help me.
I'm being attacked.

Oh, no.

DR. FLAUBERT: I'm delighted
we are able to obtain your
services, Mr. Willoughby.

You're in very high
demand these days.

SYDNEY: Well, that's to
be expected for someone

with Mr. Willoughby's
level of expertise.

NIGEL: Thank you, Miss Wolf.

Amazing.

Yes. But I'm afraid
the conditions are
rather primitive.

That all right.
I don't mind
roughing it.

DR. FLAUBERT: We were
fortunate that there has
been so much written

about the temple
over the years,

some of it by the
cult of Kali itself.

We've uncovered what we believe
to be the main entrance.

But, as I described
in my letter, we've had
a series of setbacks,

yes, which is where you
come in, of course.

Of course.

Please allow me.
I will...

I've heard there are still
worshipers of Kali here today.

[LAUGHING]

All that we have of Kali
is to be found

under that rock,
I assure you.

Um, accommodations, I'm
afraid, are at a premium.

We weren't aware you were
bringing your assistant.

I could arrange for
a divider, if you like.

Oh, no, don't worry.
I'll be fine.

Then I'll see you
at the site shortly.

You can see what
you're up against.

I can't believe what
you have got me into.

It was a perfect opportunity
to get us into the dig.

But I don't know anything
about this Willoughby.

Well, we'll find
out soon enough.

Whatever his connection is
to the dig,

you're just going to
have to bluff your way through
long enough

to let me poke around a little.

But what if it's something
I don't know anything about?

It's an archaeological dig,
Nigel. You're an expert
in ancient civilizations,

you've got a working
knowledge of geology,

and you're conversive
in a dozen languages.

I'm sure there's something
you're at least vaguely
familiar with.

Right. You're right.
You're right, of course.

[EXPLOSION]

I'm a demolitions expert?

Yes, you are. And from
what you're charging us,

you'd better be the best.

Come, take a look.

Yes, that is fine,
yes, good.

This is Gupta, our foreman.
Mr. Willoughby, Miss Wolf.

I think it's a sand pocket.

Sand pocket?

We're close to the
temple entrance,

but every time we blow it,
the walls cave in on themselves.

Most of the cliff face
composite is sedimentary.

Dolomitic limestone.

There must be some highly
fractured composition

somewhere within
that's closing off my estimates.

Right.

We've been using a thousand
kilos of magna-frac an-fo

with a 2 pound booster,
set the holes in a 12 by 13
pattern

with a 25 millisecond
delay.

We're trying to kick
the toe out,

but we might be loading
too far into the collar,
not enough stemming.

Right, right, yes.
I see what you mean.

I'm going to need
to take a closer look
at these, of course.

We can expect you to re-figure
the charges tomorrow then?

Tomorrow, yes, yes.

NIGEL: Any ideas now?

Nigel, calm down.

Calm down?
How can I calm down?

Sydney, I'm setting
dynamite charges tomorrow.

Okay, get Claudia
on the phone,

have her do enough research
to get you through this,

then hide the dagger.

I'm going to take
a look around.

Some thing's wrong.
I can smell it.

CLAUDIA: Nigel, thank god.
Someone broke into Sydney's
office a trashed it.

NIGEL: Trashed it? Why?

Whoever it was
was looking for something.

And that Waxman guy
you went to see...

Yeah, what about him?

Well, he's dead.

Dead?
Dead. Some Indian
police guy came by.

He knew you went to visit.
I've been trying to call you
for hours.

Whoever came by
was not a policeman.
He was looking for the dagger.

It wasn't a policeman?

Not a policeman,
probably a murderer.

A murderer?

They probably sent whoever
broke into the office.

My god.

Look, Claudia, we're in a bit
of a bind. I need some research.

Uh-huh.

I need to become
an explosives expert
in 24 hours.

I don't appreciate a joke like
that at a time like this, Nigel.

Claudia? Claudia!

I'm doomed.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

I'll go look.
Okay.

I don't see anyone,
but keep your eyes open.

Tell me again,
why are we blowing it up?

Robin, there you are.
Gupta and I

were just going over a few
details for tomorrow's blow.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You are out of breath.

Uh, the altitude.

Your supper is
in an hour.

I just followed
a few workers.

They weren't headed anywhere
they wanted to be followed.

Waxman's dead. Someone
broke into your office,

someone who knew
that we met him.

But no one else knew.
I don't know.

To the wonder of uncovering
that which is hidden,

to the lost temple of Kali.

Yes, cheers, cheers.

Gupta has informed me

that you were maddeningly vague
about your plans for tomorrow.

Yes, well, um, trade
secrets, you know?

Ah. Yes. What is your
impression of the country
so far, Mr. Willoughby?

Uh... Well, I suppose
it would be that , um...

Nothing is what it
seems in India.

Oh, that is well said.
Excuse me. Yes?

The cultural
observer.

Bring him in. Our Indian
cultural observer is finally
here so...

Welcome. Please, let me
present Mr. Willoughby.

Hello.

And his assistant,
Miss Robin Wolf.

Edward Patel.

SYDNEY: Mr. Patel.

You are American.

Yes.

A pleasure. A thousand
apologies for my delay.

DR. FLAUBERT:
It was nothing at all.

I had pressing business
in Calcutta.

If Patel is a cultural observer,
you're an explosives expert.

Well, do you think
Flaubert's in with him?

I don't know.

What?

Did you move my pack?

No.

Someone's been in here.

Looking for the dagger.

Oh, good.

Turn down the light.

What makes me think
Patel's not heading off
to beddie-bye?

What do you say we go
for a stroll, Nigel?

Big day tomorrow, Syd,
explosions and all.

All right.

That's the same way the
two workers went earlier.

What now?

Wait.

We're going in there,
aren't we?

Uh-huh.

Why wouldn't we?

What is this place?

My guess, the entrance
to the lost temple of Kali.

What about the...

The other entrance?
Yeah.

A trick, made to look
like an entrance.

Designed to cave in upon
itself by the original cult.

Over and over again.

MEN: [CHANTING]
Ram, Ram, Kali, Ram.

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

There'll be guards.

Probably.

[GUARD YELLING]

Definitely.

[CHANTING CONTINUES]

NIGEL: What's under here?

What's your estimate,
Mr. Willoughby?

I get the feeling they
won't be using these

for archaeological surveys.

I like what they've
done with the place.

Disciples of Kali,
behold the sheath.

DISCIPLES: Rah!

One half of the great icon has
been recovered and we rejoice

for we know who it is that has
the dagger in their possession,

an American relic hunter
and her assistant.

And they are here, in this camp.

After we complete our ceremony,
we shall seek them out.

We shall take
the dagger from them

and use it to cut out their
living hearts!

DISCIPLES: Jai Kali!

We pledge our lives to Kali.

DISCIPLES: Jai Kali!

How are we going to
get to the sheath?

How are we going to get out
of here with our skins intact?

You heard the man. He's going
to cut out our living hearts.

Yeah, he does have a way
with words, doesn't he?

Kali, guide our hands
and favor us with success.

Bring forth the sacrifice.

[WOMAN STRUGGLING]

That's Waxman's assistant.
He's going to kill her.

Who wishes the honor
of making the sacrifice?

You. No, the one who hesitates.

Flow with it,
Nigel, flow.

He who most fears
to serve Kali
will benefit most.

Remove your hood. Let us
see who among us is afraid
to serve Kali.

No. No.

Remove your hood.

Remove it now.

[CREAKING]

It's all right.
I'm not one of them.

SYDNEY: Let's go. Run.

There, there she is.
[SCREAMING]

Come on.

Don't do that.

A 12 grain,
7,500 delay primer cord,

wired to two pounds
of demolition booster

with a 25 feet per millisecond
velocity detonation.

Enough to take out
half this temple.

Great, you've done your
homework, now throw it already.

For Kali!

Kali yourself.

Back, back. Stay back.

[SHRIEKS]

SYDNEY: Hold my hand.

[EXPLOSION]

Quick, quick,
clear the passageway.

Lift those stones
out of the way.

Dig! Dig! Work quickly.

We must get through.
Come help.

Clear that
out of the way.

Nigel, get the dagger.
We'll go for the Land Rover.

Okay.

Who are you?

NIGEL: Willoughby.

Don't move.

Look, you don't understand.
I've got to...

I understand that you
have impersonated me

and that you stole
my luggage.

Do you have any explanation
before I hand you over
to the authorities?

Like you said to me on the
train, nothing is what it seems.

There's a vicious group
of Kali worshipers
here at the dig

and they're trying to kill me.
Here they are now.

They must not get away.

SYDNEY: Nigel, hurry.

Come on, Nigel.

No!

Okay, just drop it.

Those who do not
serve Kali must die.

Oh, good.

Get in the Land Rover.

There they are.
We have them.

Is there a cigarette
lighter in the car?

No, stop them.
They're getting away.

[GUNFIRE]

Hey, would you take it easy
with that stuff, Mr. Willoughby?

You're starting
to scare me.

You actually attacked
Sydney?

Well, it wasn't really me,
it was the evil spirit of Kali.

Although it is me that's
suffering from the sore muscles.

You didn't bring that
dagger thing back, did you?

Safely returned to the
Indian museum collection.

Sydney and I will testify
to the dagger's evil,

and that will either help
Dr. Terrace in his defense

or have us both
committed.

I hear you got a few bruises
of your own. Are you all right?

[KNOCKING]

Yeah, Adcon Security.
I'm the one installing
the system.

I'm feeling better
already.

Let me show you exactly
where everything needs to go.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]