Jack Hunter and The Lost Treasure of Ugarit - First Season

Hello, baby.

Camera.

Return and receive.

Oh, I hope I have a receipt for that?

Come here.

No.

Nice catch.

Liz, it's me.

Hey.

Yeah, tell him I got it.

You're kidding?

- I'll be on the first plane back, believe me.

See you then.

Can't wait.

What is taking so long?

Relax, my dear.

Albert Littman is a thief.

I still don't understand why he hasn't been deported.

- Nadia, patience will achieve more than force.

It's just frustrating, Ali.

After all these years,

I come home to find the same thing happening.

Our history is being stolen from us, once again.

My dear, it is your destiny

to have returned home to do what is right.

Herr Littman, a vehicle is approaching.

Tell them to shut up.

Ali, Ms Ramadan, what a pleasant surprise.

What brings you all the way out here?

Since your quest to find a city

buried under the Roman ruins

of Palmyra has proven fruitless,

your permit to conduct further excavations has been revoked.

- I don't think you really want to do that.

Your time in Syria is over.

My advice, pack your bags

and get out of Syria while you still can.

Yeah.

Finally, some good news.

Berndt, we have a rat.

One of the men must have talked.

Seal it.

You cannot do it.

They will all die!

Exactly.

No, I beg you, these are my men.

They have families, oh!

No, no, get out, get out.

They are going to seal the stone now.

Get out!

Herr Littman?

Let's go.

There goes the rat.

Berndt.

The hyenas will have a feast tonight.

- Ugarit was the home of one of the most prolific,

powerful, and ancient civilizations on Earth.

This Metropolis of incredible wealth

and advance culture produced the first true alphabet.

For many years Ugarit was the jewel of the Middle East.

Its success was rivaled by no other.

Professor?

Schaeffer, yes, Professor Schaeffer.

Yeah, what's that stuff coming out

of that thing that the king's holding?

- Oh yes, well, he's holding a staff in his hand.

You see this and this, those two pieces,

the iris and the eye compose the Star of Heaven,

and when joined together,

they supposedly formed some type of a weapon.

Mythological rubbish, if you ask me.

So, the king could like

melt people's faces off with that thing?

That's right.

Liz.

Yeah?

Where are you?

Here.

Hi.

Welcome back.

How is he?

- The same, still obsessed with the treasure of Ugarit,

and worried about you even though he won't say it.

But you aren't worried, right?

How was your trip?

- The French have another reason to hate Americans.

But then in 1375 B.C.,

Ugarit suddenly, mysteriously, and completely disappeared.

We believe the city was overrun and sacked

by the Egyptian Pharaoh Amenhotep the 4th.

No trace of the enormous wealth, cultural treasures

or the Star of Heaven have ever been found

in either Syria or Egypt.

So, what happened?

I believe that survivors of Amenhotep the 4th's raid

were able to save some of the treasure

and hide it from the Pharaoh.

I also believe that the location of the treasure

has been encoded in poems that were written at the time

and left behind for us to find.

Our own college is underwriting an archeological dig

in Egypt under the supervision of Dr. Lina Halstrom.

We believe that the bulk of the treasure of Ugarit

is buried in Akhenaten's tomb.

Jack?

Yeah, I have pizza delivery

for Fast Freddie Schaeffer.

That's all for today.

Read Akkerman's Archeology of Syria,

chapter three to 10.

Class dismissed.

How'd the pictures turn out?

Great.

Atif Larousse had it all along.

What about the markings?

It's a poem, Frederick.

It's a religious poem about Ilu.

Email the pictures to Ali.

We need his input.

I'm on my way.

Frederick listen, this is nothing.

Frederick.

Good to be back.

Ali.

Yes, I know it's late in Damascus,

but we got pictures.

Ali wants to see what's on the tablet.

Did you email him the pictures?

Nice to see you, too.

Sorry, good to see you, Jack.

Now, where's the...

Oh my god, you stole the tablet.

Stole is such an ugly word;

appropriate, in the name of science.

- I can't believe you brought the whole thing back.

I told you just take a picture of it.

Oh, never mind I don't want to know.

I've spent most of my life searching for it,

and now it's in my hands.

Thank you, Jack.

You see these markings right here.

They tell you how far in the passage you have to go back.

They were tricky.

What an intriguing passage.

Ilu's eye fell upon them,

a light of heaven descended.

Now that was a common way to describe a meteor shower.

Then his glory was hidden in the gaping mouths

beneath the fiery gaze of El Shaddi's empty eyes

until his name is remembered, once more.

Yeah, makes complete and perfect sense.

Jack, be serious.

It's a poem, Frederick.

It doesn't point to anything.

It's just ancient folklore, mumbo jumbo.

It's much more than that.

- Frederick, how many of these have we seen?

How many of them are there?

Maybe one in a thousand turns out to be something.

This, this, this isn't it.

- These illusions may be geographical markers

to the location of the treasure.

If you say so.

I'm exhausted I'm gonna go, okay.

Now we leave tomorrow,

and make sure you bring everything this time.

I'm sorry, what?

Syria, we leave for Syria at once.

- No, no, Frederick, I'm not going to Syria.

You can go to Syria.

This is your life.

I've got my life.

I've got things to do.

Yes, I know of those things.

Don't start that again.

I did what you asked.

I've got a flight to catch.