Nate: Okay. Ha! See...and you were worried.
Sully: Hey, the first door is open.
Elena: Okay, so Nate...Did Francis Drake ever find that lost city that he was looking for?
Nate: Don't think so. Seems like he only came this far, then turned back and headed home.
Elena: And concealed everything about this little detour?
Elena: Have you stopped to ask yourself why?
Nate: What do you mean?
Elena: I don't know. This whole place just seems like some kind of a...a warning to me, that's all.
Nate: Huh, looks like some kind of ornate brazier. I'll need a torch to light it.
Sully: Well I'll be go to hell.
Nate: As above, so below. Sully, this is some kind of celestial map.
Sully: That makes sense. The Arabs used the stars to navigate the desert just like sailors on the ocean.
Nate: That's right. So, you could use these constellations to find the site of the lost city?
Sully: If I had a sextant, sure. I didn't do all that time in the Navy for nothing, y'know.
Nate: And here I thought you spent the whole time looking for that basket act.
Elena: The what?
Sully: Ah, never mind.
Nate: Hey, you think you could remember this?
Sully: Well, yeah- but we ought to copy it down, don'tcha think?
Nate: No, I really don't recommend that.
Elena: Hey guys, look at this.
Nate: Well that's uh...cheery.
Elena: Do you hear that?
Sully: Oh, no.
Elena: Wait- what is that?
Nate: Get away from the walls.
Sully: Hold on to that torch, kid.
Nate: Oh, crap!
Elena: Oh, no, no...Oh God...
Nate: These things are way more aggressive.
Nate: They don't seem to mind the light as much.
Sully: Keep sweeping that torch.
Elena: We've gotta get out of here.
Nate: Okay. Stay close behind me!
Sully: Watch your step!
Nate: Keep shooting and follow me.
Sully: Right behind ya, kid!
Nate: Keep moving.
Sully: Agh, they're everywhere!
Nate: Sully, keep shooting! I think we can get through up here.
Sully: We gotta get this door open.
Nate: Agh, it won't budge.
Elena: Maybe I can open it from the other side.
Sully: Try to hold 'em off with this. I'll help Elena from this side, just do what you can.
Elena: All right, I'm in.
Nate: How's it going Elena?
Sully: Hey, Elena- you ok back there?
Nate: Sully, I need more ammo.
Sully: One second, kid!
Nate: Sully, I need it now!
Elena: Here, take this.
Nate: Come on. How's it coming?
Elena: I think I found it!
Nate: Well, open the door!
Nate: Any time, Elena!
Elena: Got it! Okay, c'mon!
Sully: Oh, man. I've had more than enough of those damn things.
Elena: Wait- you knew about them? You were planning on telling me, right?
Nate: Hey- look at this. 'Let not the world deceive thee with its beauty. It is the dream of a dreamer, a mirage of the desert.'
Sully: 'The cup of death will be filled for thee.' Lovely. It's all in English.
Nate: Yeah- it must have been Drake.
Elena: Okay, so, let me get this straight- Drake sails thousands of miles looking for this 'Atlantis of the Sands', and when he gets this far, what he finds here is enough to make him turn around, sail home, and hide all evidence of his voyage.
Elena: But you- you're going to keep going, aren't you?
Nate: Uh, yeah.
Elena: For what? For 'treasure'? Sully, he listens to you. Please make him stop.
Nate: Yes, Sully, please tackle me.
Elena: What is wrong with you two?
Nate: Elena, c'mon- we're just joking around.
Elena: Listen-you've won, okay? You've out smarted her. You know where to find the city and Marlowe doesn't. Why can't that be enough?