Catherine, come.
What is it, Cat?
Still don't know.
Metal?
Most archaeological finds
from this period are stone,
but not this one.
My father believes it's melted meteorite.
Ten years of research and you're still not sure.
These things take time.
And no more money means no more research.
Not here, at least.
Well, I'm grateful for the mystery.
Otherwise, our chance encounter at the market
may have never come to pass.
That would have been tragic.
I, um...
I'm... I'm awfully, uh, excited to meet your father.
He's a fine and, uh, fascinating fellow.
You're cute when you're nervous.
It's true, young man.
I am fascinating.
Father, there you are.
You said that a Captain James Beal
would be stopping by to say hello
and... see our little sphinx here.
Yes, sir.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Pleasure is mine.
Have you any money on you?
To help with the cause...
Uh, well, I didn't...
I'm pulling your leg.
Will you be joining us for supper?
I'll teach you how to write your name in ancient hieroglyphs.
Sounds delightful.
Excellent.
My apologies for arriving so late, I was...
Well, I was waylaid by a telegram.
It seems our old friend Deitrich,
my... partner in all this madness, won't be returning.
- What? - He was in Berlin,
dredging up backers for our work.
What was his message?
It is so odd.
Just... a curt goodbye and nothing more.
It's not how I imagined he would leave us.
Maybe this really is over.
Well, I do hope you're hungry.
He's actually a terrible cook, so beware.
He's very nice.
Stop it.
Yes, he is.
Though, it's still all very new.
And your eyes are still all lit up.
Catherine, I hope you realize
you don't have to leave Egypt on my account.
I'm not.
Owens, at the museum was so impressed
with my cataloging of our Giza artifacts
that he offered me a position.
I thought you'd be proud of me.
No, Catherine.
I am, but...
Our work, this is your legacy as well.
You just said it was over.
Where is the money coming from this time?
Now, that's none of your concern, is it?
It's none of my concern? I spent my entire childhood
living your work.
And now you're being stubborn.
You're being ridiculous and condescending!
You never take even a moment
to slow down and think before you act.
You are just like your mother.
Catherine!
What're you doing, Catherine?
What is this?
It is here.
I don't believe this.
It's really here.
It's really truly here.
Look, exactly like the hieroglyph.
I'm so proud of you.
Come.
Yeah.
Behold, the gateway to history...
- Hello? Excuse me? - Is finally...
Please, stop. Stop. Please, stop.
May I help you?
My most sincere apologies.
You must be Professor Paul Langford.
I am, and...
My name is Dr. Wilhelm Brucke.
Chief occultist to the Fuehrer.
I feared we might never find you.
Although, it is to be expected,
since the world has forgotten you exist.
I beg your pardon?
Do you have any idea what you have uncovered here?
We have some theories, yes.
I come with more than theory.
Looking through the prism of several dead languages...
Have you ever seen this before?
Where did you find this?
I procured it from a felonious
little spice dealer in Thailand two years ago.
I don't understand.
Surely, you are familiar
with the recent theory of Einstein-Rosen bridges.
I still don't understand.
Too busy studying the ancient Egyptians, huh?
- Yes. - Forest for the trees, Professor.
When I laid eyes upon this parchment,
I knew I had found something truly special,
which holds meaning beyond our world,
of what we can only imagine, for now.
Have you never wanted to take a step back,
so you could look at it?
Never imagined that this might be, say, a doorway?
A doorway?
Evening, Fraulein.
Why ever are you sneaking around so late at night?
I was hoping to brush up on my German.
Ah, you must be Catherine.
Wait, no. Wait, wait, wait. Stop.
- Hands, hands! - Okay, okay.
Wonderful of you to join us.
What is this?
- Where is Deitrich? - Poor Deitrich.
Upon alerting me to your whereabouts,
I'm afraid he was met with a
disastrous difference of opinion in Berlin.
Let go of me.
Heinrich, there's no need for this weapon.
Let's be civilized here.
Stefan, Gunter, rope.
- Let go of me! - Catherine.
Catherine, do as they say, please.
Go finish preparations.
Civilized, huh?
Poor fool...
All this time, completely oblivious to its true purpose,
its true power.
One only I comprehend.
These symbols, in this order.
Who are you?
I'm the answer you have been looking for.
And what do you plan to do with us?
Patience, professor.
You will soon know.
First, I will open our little doorway here.
It's time to show you what I've come all this way to do.
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