Hooten & The Lady

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This region, South of Saqqara,

may appear just baren desert.

Once we combine the satellite's high-resolution cameras

with infrared technology,

the city's true boundaries are finally revealed.

at the end of this avenue,

which my research indicates

is the Ala shrine.

Which contains the key to the location

of the long lost tomb

of Alexander the Great.

Time is of the essence. Please,

permit me to excavate and I can prove it.

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You must be so frustrated.

I can't believe he said no.

The evidence is overwhelming.

Apparently computer graphics

can be easily faked.

Faked? We are the British Museum.

This technology costs a fortune.

Is Mr Hooten any help?

Not today, he's back at the hotel.

Target Gohar. He's head of Antiquities there.

I went to Cambridge with him. Tell him GG sent you.

"Gee-gee"? Is that a horse?

Uh... No, no,

as in... Ganja Girl?

And I'm not suggesting you take him

hash cakes. He'll definitely remember me.

And it might get you an audience with him.

You are my secret weapon. Thank you, Ella.

You learn something new every day.

The shrine is here, I'm sure of it.

All the evidence suggests it was burried in earthquake of 946.

I do not doubt your research, Lady Alex.

But my hands are tied.

Doctor Yannaras and his team are already excavating this area.

They're digging in the wrong place.

We need to protect this new site immediately, before some...

criminal low life comes along

- _ - and desecrates it for their own...

squalid mercenary ends.

It's okay. I'm an archeologist.

- What's happening? - Is it militants?

Doctor, remain inside, let us deal with this.

Sorry.

- Alex! - I know you're bored,

but I'm busy trying to get clearance to excavate the site.

No need, I skipped that stage!

You did what?

- Why can I hear gunfire? - 'Cause I'm being shot at.

I said, stay in the hotel! What have you done?!

Funny story. You know that shrine

entrance you said was here?

It isn't where you frickin' said it was.

Never mind. I never doubted you for a second.

Take cover!

Professor Gohar!

As-salam Aleikum

- Lady Alexandra. - Doctor Yannaras.

On behalf of the Greek government, I...

I trust you will be extending our site

to include this exciting new discovery?

Unfortunately I've already applied

to excavate this site on behalf of the British Museum.

To display as many treasures alongside

Lord Eldon's stolen mangos, no doubt.

She knows you too well, Doctor.

Thank you.

Lady Alex is here as my guest only.

No permits have been issued yet.

But... We'll find an equitable solution, I'm sure.

No sign of the intruder.

And no other exists.

But he must be burried in the rubble.

A fitting end for one so worthless.

Thank you, captain.

Ehm... Shall we?

Alexander the Great.

His final resting place.

Until 641 AD, yes.

When the Arabs occupied this country

the Persians moved his body to another secret temple.

Uh...

Careful. This is not your grandmother's couch.

Worthless.

A soldier, man servant.

- No one of rank. - What did you expect?

I told you, Alexander was moved.

He might have been.

I'd prefer to confirm that for myself.

There is a second coffin in the antechamber.

- Mm-mm. - Come.

Mummified corpses weren't laid on caftans.

I'd get out now, before Yannaras remembers that.

What are you doing?

Besides finding your shrine?

You nearly destroyed it.

What kind of person uses explosives to excavate a secret site?

A pretty damn successful one.

And we gotta be first to find the key to all the treasure in Alexander's tomb.

I knew employing you was a mistake.

You can always just give me a finders fee and we can call it quits.

I thought so.

Go get me one of those guards and disctract the others.

Wh...

Nothing.

Not even a body.

Perhaps the looter did manage to survive after all.

Notify your Captain.

I want this temple searched again thoroughly.

Ehm, hi! Uh...

I think I left my sunglasses in the main chamber.

Would you mind looking for them for me? Thank you so much.

Uh... this is, uh, an intriguing... anomaly.

Possibly a clue to... understanding the secrets of this shrine.

The elephant in the battle scene

signifies that Alexander's opponent was

King Porus of the Punjabi region.

Uh, but if we, uh, look more closely at these soldiers

that Alexander is fighting, it's...

quite clear that their uniforms are

- Per... - Persian.

Not Punjabi.

Yes!

Darius of Persia fought only with horses.

That must mean something.

We should examine the symbolic...

...of the Persian artefacs

Every frieze, every fresco...

possibly a clue to understand the secrets...

Over here!

You snooze, you lose!

Let's hope the only thing he stole was that uniform.

Indeed.

Your hopes are misplaced.

Look.

The medaillon from the shield.

Telling you, Samir, this woman is seriously hazardous to my health.

Every time we're together some nutjob tries to kill me

but does she gives a rat's ass?

I am thinking no.

- Damn straight. - And, thanks.

Once she's got what she wants I'm totally dispensable.

And that's cold, right?

But also a little hot.

I think maybe this is really a problem.

You need to put that money away unless you are looking for trouble.

What kind of trouble did you have in mind?

- I'm not a hooker. - Me neither.

- Except for this one time in Caracas. - Oh yeah.

There was another time in Amsterdam.

Name's Hooten.

Melina.

- You won't get me drunk. - Yes, I will.

Let's just roll the dice and see what happens, huh?

Did you rob a bank or something?

I stole a jeep.

Then I sold it.

Come on, come on.

Well, maybe you'll get lucky another way, huh?

Maybe I will.

- Where did you get that? - Same place as the jeep.

We're not finished yet.

All the money, yeah?

For this.

Highest number, winner takes all, yeah?

Are you sure?

The medaillon looks priceless.

Yeah, and if I win, things could get ugly

so you might wanna get out of here, get some wheels,

and keep the engine running. Just in case.

Crazy man.

Good luck.

You're first, Slim.

Come on baby, don't let me down now.

Tough break, brother.

But, you know, we've all had bad beats.

You've just...

persuaded me to leave the money and the medaillon and walk away.

All right, I don't want any trouble.

Just...

Can't blame a guy for trying.

Go!

You call this a gettaway vehicle?

Like I can afford a car!

If this thing doesn't go any faster, we're in big trouble.

Sorry to interrupt.

But you and I need to talk alone.

So if you can ask you new friend to go.

Nice tatoo by the way.

- Is that a poenix? - Who the hell is this?

I'm his wife!

- Okay. - Look, you tell her that darling, funny.

Melina, she is not my wife. Just give me a minute, okay?

Take as long as you like, I'm out of here.

You are not my wife.

Well, I was about to get laid, so this better be good.