Lara Croft: Tomb Raider

Stop!

Hey, y'all

Little bugger!

Not live rounds, Lara.

He's in real pain right now.

This is a major remodel. This is a disaster.

Was it programmed to stop before it took my head off?

Ah, well, that would be a no.

But you said make it more challenging, so...

Hence, the live fire.

Live rounds again.

Poor Simon.

What has she done to you?

Oh. Very funny.

I'm only trying to turn you into a lady.

And a lady should be modest.

Yes, a lady should be modest.

Brothers and sisters,

today is the 15th of May,

the first day of the planetary alignment,

and we are still no nearer to discovering the location of the key.

It seems

we are running out of time.

This is not acceptable.

Mr. Powell, your explanation for this, please?

I have no explanation. Certainly no excuses.

Except to once again respectfully remind the council

that we are working from clues

based on ancient cosmological models

predating Aristotle.

But I'm happy to announce that we're almost ready.

And I am supremely confident

that we will have our answer in time for the relevant planetary alignment.

So, we will have possession of the key in

one week.

Yes, indeed. One week.

This is good news, Mr. Powell, but remember,

we have only a single opportunity

to retrieve the two halves of the triangle.

And if we fail,

we must wait another 5,000 years.

I don't know about you, but that's more time

than I am prepared to commit to this enterprise.

We shall be ready.

Trust me.

- We're not... We're not ready, are we? - No.

Good morning, Lara. And what a beautiful morning it is.

Back to work, I'm afraid.

It's adventure time.

Egypt again.

It's nothing but pyramids and sand.

I know. Gets everywhere. In the cracks.

Spanish galleon?

Do you know what day it is, Hillary?

Yes, of course.

The 15th.

And that is never a good day.

I miss you, Daddy.

I wish we could get back the time that was stolen from us.

My father would loved to have seen this.

Tonight Pluto and Neptune align with Uranus.

It's the first stage of the alignment of all nine planets

culminating in a full solar eclipse.

It only happens once every 5,000 years.

When is the eclipse?

One week from today.

But there is plenty to look out for until then.

Incredible.

I wish you could remember her. She loved you so much.

Mummy!

I wish I could remember her, too.

- I still have you, Daddy. - Yes, you do.

The exact alignment of the planets necessary to activate the triangle

only occurs once every 5,000 years.

But that will prove to be just long enough

for little Lara Croft to grow up

and to find it.

Bryce!

Hello, fellas.

- How's business? - Bryce!

Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm coming.

We have 83 rooms. Why can't you live in the house?

Well, I'm a free spirit, me.

Right.

What's that smell?

5:00 a.m. Let's go.

This had better be good.

It's a clock.

I found it last night. It was ticking.

Must be one of them ticking clocks, eh?

It was hidden in a secret room.

Bryce.

Don't start.

Well, Lara, it's a clock. It ticks. It tells the time. It's wrong.

It started ticking

last night during the first stage of the alignment.

Well, gonna need some coffee.

Okay, in we go.

Looks pretty ordinary to me.

Well, keep looking.

Your coffee, sir. Decaf latte with non-fat milk.

Oh, champion. Steaming sump oil.

Wait. What did you do?

- I don't know. What did I do? - Where is that?

I don't know. I just took my hand off the fiber optics.

What is that?

- Oh, bugger! - Bugger.

Screw 13 to quadrant four.

- Screw 14 to quadrant three. - Oh, please.

It's my map, so I know where they all came from.

It's camouflage.

Okay.

Hidden within.

What is that?

The All Seeing Eye.

Lot 121, a Louis XV Ormolu mounted bracket clock.

Showing on my left, £1,800,000.

£1,800,000. Thank you. £1,800,000. £1,900,000.

£2,000,000. £2,000,000, now.

£2,100,000. £2,100,000, now.

£2,100,000. Any advance on £2,100,000?

Any more? £2,100,000. £2,200,000. Thank you, sir.

£2,200,000 now.

At £2,200,000. £2,300,000.

£2,300,000. £2,400,000.

Lady's bid, £2,400,000 now. £2,400,000.

Against you, sir. Two million five? No.

£2,400,000, then. Lady's bid at £2,400,000.

£2,500,000.

In a new place at £2,500,000.

Any more at £2,500,000?

Sold.

Lara, my dear.

- Mr. Wilson. - Let's go into my study.

Let me take that for you.

Lara Croft. I don't believe it.

- I'll just be a minute. - Hi.

You still pretending to be a photojournalist?

You know, I think it's really cool that you still have a day job,

even though it's obviously just for show.

So, Alex, are you still pretending to be an archeologist?

Lara,

do we always have to fight like this?

I mean, maybe we don't.

- Maybe we do. - Why?

- You stole my prayer wheels. - Stole? Stole?

From you? You know, that's funny. You know, it's...

It's not like you ever really owned them or anything.

Hey, you're the tomb raider.

Mr. West, we are ready for you.

Oh, I think your clients need you.

Go ahead. You're wanted on the floor.

After all, as you once said so memorably, "It's all just a business."

Right? So go do business.

Go.

Lara, this is a unique object.

Only one of the dials is working.

It glows, like the eye, lesser.

But it seems to be getting brighter.

And it's also running backwards,

like it's not so much keeping time, but counting down to something.

- Yes. - And look at the back.

It's as though it fits into something, almost like a key.

Yes. Yes, fascinating. Incredibly beautiful.

My father once told me

of a magical triangle stamped with the All Seeing Eye.

He said it gave its possessor extraordinary power,

the power to control time.

He called it the Triangle of Light. Have you heard of it?

No. No, I haven't.

He always steered his own course, your father.

He was a great man.

Would you like some port?

- It's really very fine. - No.

I can't help you, Lara.

This clock truly is mystery.

- Hello. - Lara?

Hello, it's Mr. Wilson.

Yes. Well, I... You see, I had a second thought

about that clock.

There is a man who may be able to help you.

I gave him your number. His name is Manfred Powell.

You should see him.

Thank you. I will.

- Goodbye, Lara. - You take care.

Thank you.

Bugger.

Forgive me.

Lady Croft.

- Ah, Mr. Powell. - Oh, no, no, no. Good heavens, no.

I'm actually his associate, Mr. Pimms.

- Mr. Pimms? - Yeah, like the beverage.

Yeah, she's here.

What does Mr. Powell do?

He's a lawyer. I'm his law clerk.

It's a fairly recent appointment, but enjoying it, all the varied work.

- A lawyer. - Isn't it obvious?

Lady Croft, my pleasure.

- Manfred Powell, Q.C. - Good morning.

I believe you are quite an authority on things ancient and mythological.