Alex West Lara Croft, I don't believe it. Still pretending to be a photojournalist? Ya know, I think it's really cool that you can still keep a day job, though it's obviously just for show.
So, Alex, still pretending to be an archaeologist?
Alex West Lara, do we always have to fight like this? Maybe we don't.
Alex West Why?
You stole my prayer wheels!
Alex West Stole? Stole? Coming from you? It's not like you ever really owned them or anything. Hey, you're the tomb raider...
Oh look, I think your clients need you. As you once said, so memorably, "It's all just a business". So go, go do business.
Alex West [Sighs]
I suppose you think I'm a greedy, unscrupulous sell-out who'll do just about anything for money?
Alex West [Shrugs]
Well, the money bit's true I guess.
Is it, Alex? If you cross me, we may not be able to remain friends. [Looks him up and down] Always a pleasure.
Alex West Now for a cold shower...
So, any sign of Lady Croft?
Alex West Not yet. Lara is overrated. She is good, don't get me wrong, but she's in it for the glory, whereas I'm in it for the money.
Fortunately. Into the belly of the beast.
Alex West And out of the demon's ass.
Alex West 60 seconds to go. 59, 58, 57, 56, 55, 54, 53, 52, 51, 50 seconds.
[out of nowhere]
Mr. Powell! [she hides as Powell's henchmen fire at her]
Cease fire! Hold your fire! [henchmen stop firing, and Lara blow small debris off her; to Alex West] Keep counting.
You're making a big mistake!
Alex West 41, 40, 39...
Alex West ...38... Hey, Lara. ...37...
Alex West No, I'm working.
Lady Croft, tell me. Is there a good reason why I just kept you alive?
Yes. That is not the true eye.
It's not, actually. It's a mirror image.
Ms. Croft, I think you're trying to cheat me out of my little ray of sunshine.
Why would I try and cheat you out of anything now? I need you to get the piece so I can steal it from you later.
You're bluffing. Julius, make a mental note: Kill Ms. Croft if she attempts any such thing.
J Julius
Yes, sir, Mr. Powell.
Well, we can do it my way, or we can all come back in time for the next alignment, and you're welcome to try and kill me then. In, ooh, say, another 5,000 years?
Alex West [Powell doesn't answer] [continues counting down]
12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5... [Powell reluctantly throws the clock to Lara] ...4...3...2... [Lara places clocks in true eye] ...1... [timer reaches same number] ...0. [the swords shift] [impressed] Well, I guess she was right.
