LOCATION: (FMV) Antarctica – RX-Tech Excavation Site
(Doctor Willard is working on a project in Antartica, leading the drilling team. Inside his tent, he is trying to inform his boss through a radio with bad reception)
Willard: I’ve been yellin’ myself hoarse on this radio every day. It’s just the weather dumps on us frequently here an’ maybe my transmission doesn’t get through. I don’t know.
Man on Radio: I can’t understand one word of what you say, Mark.
Willard: (louder) It’s all going swell, sir.
(The working drill outside hits something hard in the ground and causes the engine to break)
Billy: (to the driver of the bulldozer) Get the bit up! Get it up!
Willard: (steps out of his tent to investigate) Turn it off! Off! (He waves his arms to the driver) Hey! Switch it off!
(The driver tries to turn the bulldozer off, but the belt snaps)
(As they investigate the hard object in the ground, a fellow worker on a snowmobile drives over to them)
Snowmobiler: (to Willard) Think you’d better come and check out Site 2.
Billy: (to Willard) What about this? (Referring to the hard object in the ground)
Willard: (Climbs on snowmobile) Blow through it.
(The snowmobiler takes Willard towards the other excavation site)
Willard: Find more meteorite?
Snowmobiler: Ha! No, something a little younger than that. (He stops the vehicle in front of a huge stone face revealing itself through the snow)
Willard: Oh, no! (grabs radio) Billy, I don’t want ye to set that explosive! Do ye hear me? I do not want ye to set that explosive!
(Billy doesn’t hear the radio and presses the detonator)
Willard: (covers his head from the blast) Wretched pyros!
(A short while later, Willard and his team investigate the recently created crater and examine a gravestone of a man called Paul Caulfield, who died in 1834)
Willard: This place’s had a busy history.
LOCATION: (Cut scene) India – RX-Tech Campsite
(Lara enters the campsite of researchers who work for RX-Tech. Dr. Willard’s voice can be heard through a large receiver)
Willard: (through radio) Tech four to five. Do you read me, Tech five? Tech… Tony, ye loon, I know you’re there…
Lara: Hello? (no answer) Hello?
Tony: (Leaves the tent) What? What do you want from me now? (holds his head as if he were in pain)
Lara: (confused) Nothing that taxing. Are you alright?
Tony: If you’d all stop, I might be just fine. Just one hundred percent…just… (he groans as he grabs his head)
Lara: If you’d all stop? (looks around) Who are you talking about?
Tony: All you. Hundreds of you…talking and chattering and breaking my brain up.
Lara: Hmm. Well, I’m not quite sure where you’re coming from, but I just want to know about the Infada artefact. (She looks to the temple ruins behind her) In the temple up there.
Tony: Voodoo magic and all, huh? I don’t touch the stuff myself.
Lara: It’s not voodoo. Look, is there anyone else here with you?
Tony: Yeah, Randy and Rory. Tssh.
Lara: Randy and Rory? Where? What are you all doing here?
Tony: Well, they’re staying put…in that temple. I told them not to, I warned them first. Not doing much now I doubt, under half a ton of mudslide. Me? I’m leaving. Next bus out. This jungle has rooted enough rot into me. I’d offer the same advice to you, but you don’t seem like the type to take it. (starts walking towards a ledge)…to care if I said you’re gonna die in there. (He laughs manically) Yeah…die. (He jumps off the ledge and disappears)
LOCATION: (FMV) India – Ganges River
(Lara emerges from the greenery, to the shore of the River Ganges and sees Dr. Willard upon an upcoming boat)
Willard: (sees Lara and calls out) Hey!
(Lara cautiously climbs aboard as the boat stops near)
Willard: I don’t want to be misrepresented by that retarded researcher you’ve just been with, uh… (lifts his hand)
Willard: I’m Doctor Willard. I’ve come to converse with Tony myself, but I saw you were doing a rather more creditable job, I think. Indeed, I’m inspired. I’d like to offer ye other work.
Lara: (sits down) What? Shoot the breeze with some of your other boys? No thanks.
Willard: Fortunately, they were the only lab rats we let loose into the field. No, my request is for three other artefacts like this. (points to the artefact in Lara’s hands)
Lara: The Infada tribe only had one artefact of this type. It’s unique. Anyway, what would your interest in it be?
Willard: I’ll show ye. (opens a metal suitcase and scans the artefact) It’s not from India. Rather, an island near Antarctica. It is, in fact, meteorite rock that has been fashioned and used by Polynesians who were once settled there many, many years ago. (points to the results on the screen) See that? That’s unique. An unknown material.
Lara: So, how did it end up here?
Willard: Formed from the planets. Sculpted by Polynesians. Distributed by goons. Our excavations and investigations have led us to this. (hands her a large book) A sailor’s diary from Charles Darwin’s expedition on the HMS Beagle.
Lara: (opens the book to read) August 14, 1834.
(Scene changes to Stephen Barr on the HMS Beagle back in 1834)
Stephen: (writing in his journal) This voyage is getting too boring for me to go on with this journal. Me adventures at sea are an embarrassment. The only tales I’ll have to tell are hours of bird watchin’, pickin’ and pressin’ flowers, followin’ them blasphemous ideas of the governor, Darwin. But this don’t even concern me now. I just want food; somethin’ more than vegetable broth in me. Today, we five have made a pact. The only sampling we’re gonna be doing is for meat…pure, solid, blood-rich meat.
(The five sailors: Stephen Barr, Paul Caulfield, Jonson, Smythe, and Henderson, climb aboard a small boat and sail to the shore. They see some tracks and follow them into an icy cave.)
Smythe: The snow’s run out. The tracks have gone.
Henderson: Just keep going. We’re on its trail. (He later finds one of the Polynesian artifacts) There’s something here!
Paul: (finds a similar object) Look, another one. Whatda ya reckon they’re worth then?
(Both Smythe and Jonson each find one as well)
Paul: (turns to Stephen to gloat) Too late. There’s only four. None for you.
Stephen: (notices a wolf up behind Paul) Paul…
(Paul is jumped upon and attacked by the wolf. Stephen pulls out his pistol and fires at the wolf, causing it to run off)
Smythe: C’mon Stephen!
(Stephen tries to carry the injured Paul out of the cave)
Sailors: Stephen, leg it! Run! Quick! (the wolf returns but the ground shakes beneath their feet) Faster! C’mon! (The ground gives way and Paul and Stephen slide down through the chamber below, landing outside. Paul is dead. They bury him outside)
Stephen: Nobody better say nothin’ bout this to the governor, else we’ll be back havin’ to hunt down that creature for his samples. Paul fell down a crevasse, okay?
Smythe: Okay, Stephen.
(Scene returns to Willard and Lara)
Willard: Stephen was to be the only survivor of the four. When he arrived back in London, he superstitiously sold off his artefacts, having seen his pals murdered or killed with theirs…one here in India, one in the South Pacific, and one in Nevada. The places where I’d like ye to go.
Lara: (closes the book) Sounds good to me.
LOCATION: (Cut scene) Nevada – High Security Compound
(Lara drives a quad bike over the electric fence surrounding the compound and fails the landing, knocking herself unconscious. Two guards arrive to investigate)
MP Guard 1: You crazy geek freak. What kind of stunt is that to pull? Let’s take her in.
(They pick Lara up on their shoulders and head towards the compound)
MP Guard 2: She don’t look much like one of them. Maybe she’s an eco-terrorist or something.
MP Guard 1: And they wear hot pants, huh?
(They carry Lara off.
LOCATION: (Cut scene) Nevada – High Security Compound
(Lara has crept into the back of a truck)
Guard: You’re ready!
Driver: Okay, see ya! (begins driving off whilst Lara opens a can of cola and settles down for the journey
LOCATION: (Cut scene) South Pacific (Kuru) – Native Tree House
(Lara enters the small tree house to see a commander of the Australian Army lying on a bed. He’s swatting flies, keeping them away from his amputated leg wound)
Lara: I’m not interrupting am I?
Commander: Not bleedin’ are yer? Not about to use this place as a dunny?
Lara: No and (she scoffs) no.
Commander: Good. Good. Just don’t want any fly-carrying visitors in here. (He taps his leg, amputated from the knee down and still bleeding)
Lara: Right, I understand. What happened?
Commander: Woke up in the jungle with one of those little blokes snacking on my leg, didn’t I?
Lara: A tribesman? It isn’t usual for them to eat right off the bone like that.
Commander: Well, it was dark and I never got the bugger, so I can’t be sure. Somethin’ spooky is in that jungle. Our air-carrier crashed up in the mountains. Every night, some of my men would vanish without trace. Others fled in fear. Then this happened. (His leg) So, I brought the men down to shore for safety only for us to be captured by this greedy mob. Some sort of sacrifice to their god who lives up in the hills. Though it seems I’ve not been invited to the barby.
Lara: Maybe you’re the dessert. Ripe flesh can be a bit of a delicacy around here.
Commander: For real?
Lara: (hears tribal drums coming from outside) Listen, we’d better get you out of here. Do you know how the tribes cross the swamp down there? Which stones they tread on?
Commander: Yeah, but ah... I’m stayin’ put. With this wound, I’d be like a fill-up station to every diseased bug in the bush. I’d rather be the main course at the real feast. (hands her a map of the area) Aye, if you see any of my men alive in there direct them to the north shore, will yer? Away from here.
Lara: Of course.
(The commander rolls over to sleep)
LOCATION: (Cut scene) South Pacific (Kuru) – Temple of Puna
(Lara enters the temple and studies the mural but is startled by a tribesman who is doing a ritual dance and chant)
Tribesman: Hoombada. Hoombada. (stops dancing to look at Lara) ‘Tis well fa you. Me fasting dis day. You make plenty good flesh-pot.
Lara: You forget. I might be quite hungry myself. Famished actually. (points to the mural) Why did your ancestors flee from Antarctica so suddenly?
Tribesman: (crouches in the corner of the room) Koma Koma, bad place. Plenty flesh, but fa da price of evil. Mutilation! Da sixth leader, Mauki wa born widout a face. Terrible storms. Men afraid. Ran! Set curse of Mauki on da land. No one go der now.
Lara: But you still worship it?
Tribesman: White fellar later come here wit magic Koma Koma stone. Inna day we celebrate da death of him. Da feast of Smythe.
Lara: (mumbles to herself) One of Darwin’s sailors. Poor fool. (turns to the tribesman) Where’s the stone now?
(The tribesman ignores her and continues chanting. Lara turns to leave)
Tribesman: (smacks his lips at Lara) He lucky fella dat kill you. A plenty Mary like you.
Lara: I’ll be sure to point that out to him. (leaves temple)
LOCATION: (Cut scene) London – Bell Tower
(Lara holds a gun at the assassin who had tried and failed to kill her. The bell above them is ringing loudly)
Lara: Who are you working for?
Assassin: (struggles to hear her over the ringing bell) What?
Lara: You heard me.
Assassin: I didn’t! Honest! What did you say?
Lara: I said, ‘who employs you’? (She pulls him close to avoid the bell but it rings as it passes)
Assassin: Miss Sophia Leigh.
Lara: (kicks the assassin off) Who’s she? What does she do?
Assassin: I don’t know. Really! I don’t! I just shoot people for her.
Lara: A commendable work ethic, I guess.
Assassin: Yeah, I puts me hours into it. As my father did and his father before.
Lara: Well, how old is this Miss Leigh?
Assassin: I don’t know. Late twenties, early thirties.
Lara: (unconvinced) Right.
Assassin: Yeah. But for some people, like yourself, we get a special bonus.
Lara: I am flattered.
Assassin: I mean, I could even be retiring from you.
Lara: Then you might like to mind…the bell.
(The assassin turns around only to be knocked off the ledge by the enormous bell)
Lara: (watches him fly over the city) Happy retirement.
LOCATION: (Cut scene) London – Lud’s Gate
(Lara falls down a chute which leads into the sewers. She is grabbed by a member of the Damned and forced to kneel before the leader)
Bob: So, you must be after Miss Leigh, then.
Lara: Business, not pleasure.
Bob: Though obviously not for revenge, man. You’ve hardly got the face for that.
Lara: And you have?
Bob: (angry) How moronic a question is that, eh? I don’t even have a face, mon! I came down here looking for work, and what do I get, eh? Miss Leigh’s cosmetics company and her lab assistant job. No experience necessary. Good wage. Accommodation wid it. Aye, locked in a floatation tank for days on end in some fetid syrup. And when we come out, cause lots of us applied, like – no face or flesh, mon! And a bootin’ down the waste disposal chute here. Presumed dead!
Lara: Some kind of failed experiment then?
Bob: Oh, tah very much! But, aye, an for added insult, when I tried to take me own life, I found it just didn’t work.
Lara: You mean Sophia’s testing some sort of immortality power? Along with her own brand of face-lift.
Bob: Oy aye, mon! Everlasting beauty. She’s obviously not fully worked it out yet. She takes the best results for herself. See, I don’t care what your business with her is; you can’t be any more shiftless than what she is. So, I’m going to go out o’ me way ta help you, that is, after you done somethin’ for us here like.
Lara: Very generous of you. What do you want?
Bob: A bottle of that mummy preservation stuff from the Natural History Museum.
Lara: Embalming fluid?
Bob: Aye, for rottin’ flesh, you canna whack it, mon. The museum’s pretty interesting, I’m told. You’ll like it.
Lara: So, why don’t you go yourself?
Bob: One of them Egyptian lassies there is a bit pissed off like that she didn’t get immortality da way she wanted it. And seein’ as we’d done better than her in dat department, I didn’t care to imagine what curse we could get given any worse than we got already like. You’ll be fine though, pet. You’ll die easy.
Lara: (sarcastically) Thanks.
LOCATION: (Cut scene) London – Sophia Leigh’s Office
(Lara walks into Sophia’s office and sees her seated at her desk)
Sophia: Ah, Miss Croft. I take it you’re ready to sign on.
Lara: To what?
Sophia: Well, my books. You see, with your lifestyle, you’d be the perfect campaign for my products. Just think, you wouldn’t be needing those unsightly weapons anymore.
Lara: No, but I’ll probably have an unsightly face, judging by your past experiments.
Sophia: My what?
Lara: Oh, yes. They’re all still alive. Very much so, in fact. All I want is the artefact.
(Lara reaches for the artifact on the desk, but Sophia grabs it)
Sophia: (laughs) Right! In your next life! (runs out of the room)
Lara: (draws guns) We’ll see
LOCATION: (FMV) Antarctica
(Lara is a passenger in a helicopter, travelling up to Antarctica. A storm is brewing)
Pilot: This is Amlux to base. Come in base? Come in, Base? Dead air ma’am. We gotta get down, this is too much. (He tries to land but a gust of wind unsettles the helicopter) Hold on back there! (He lands the helicopter) Woo! (He laughs in amazement) That was hairy!
(Lara hears the thick ice cracking underneath them but is unable to help the panicking pilot to escape, herself only just jumping out in time
LOCATION: (Cut scene) Antarctica – RX-Tech Base
(Lara enters a room to see Willard sitting at a table, eating a sandwich and some soup)
Willard: Oh hi. Come in. Make yourself at home. I won’t be a minute.
Lara: At home? I’ve just met a man who may as well be Brundlefly.
Willard: Fascinating, isn’t it?
Lara: He was your own employee!
Willard: He was a molecular biologist. He would have been intrigued with himself. Thanks to this material, his hocks genes were multiplied. Do that and the complexities of our bodies increase beyond our comprehension. But this is just the fringe of its possibilities we’re seeing here. My pal’s exposure came from material impregnated into the meteorite crater. The real capabilities lie in its core, which these artefacts you’re so attached to, will let me access.
Lara: But you’ve no control over this!
Willard: (slams his fists on the table) This is not just about avidly spawning mutants! It’s an entirely natural acceleration of evolution. A real live laboratory of spurred-on life.
Lara: Not everyone here wants to be guinea pigs! Multi-appendaged, or not!
Willard: Well now, that’s unfortunate. It’s been hit-and-miss here for too long. Now the timing’s spot on, I can’t leave it. The Polynesians fled in their ignorance, Darwin’s half-wit sailors, the same; ironically, making Darwin himself miss this angle on evolution. Hmm, but now I’m here. I have the access, the knowledge, the artefacts.
Lara: Yes, but you bumped into me in India and sent me to find them for you, bringing me here, listening to this gibberish. (aims her guns at him) Your perception of good timing is…bad.
Willard: I don’t know about that.
(Willard flips over the table, knocking Lara over. He grabs the briefcase and exits the room. Lara follows)