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PILOT: This is Mamluks to base.
Come in, base.
...Come in, base.
Dead air, ma'am.
'We gotta get down, this is too much.'
PILOT: 'Hold on back there!'
(PILOT YELLS)
PILOT: Hoo!
(BREATHLESS LAUGHTER)
That was hairy!
(PANICKED CRIES FROM PILOT)
(PILOT SCREAMS)
(LATCH OPENING)
WILLARD: Oh, aye, 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 have been Brundlefly!
– Fascinating, isn't it?
– He was your own employee!
– He was a Molecular Biologist, he'd have been intrigued with himself!
Thanks to this material, his Hox 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 the material impregnated into the meteorite crater.
The real capacities lie in its core,
which these artefacts you're so attached to, will let me access.
– But you've no control over this! – This is not just about avidly spawning mutants!
It's an entirely natural acceleration of evolution!
A real live laboratory of spurred-on life!
– Not everyone here wants to be guinea pigs! Multi-appendaged or not...
– Well, 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 halfwit sailors the same;
ironically making Darwin himself miss this angle on evolution!
But now, I'm here.
I have the access, the knowledge, the artefacts.
– Yes, but you bumped into ME in India and sent me to find them for you,
bringing me here! Listening to this gibberish...
(GUN ***) Your perception of good timing is... bad!
– I don't know about that!
(LARA GRUNTS, PLATES CRASHING TO FLOOR)
(LARA GROANS)
(CLOTHES RUSTLING)
(REMOTE BEEPS, LIFT MACHINERY STARTS)
(WILLARD GROANS)
(REMOTE BEEPS, LIFT MACHINERY STARTS AGAIN)