Dr. Phibes Rises Again Page #3

We do have a lot of eccentric

people on these tours.

- It takes all sorts.

- Incidentally, there was a woman...

Oh, well. Another

story, another time.

Whatever they ask for, we

try to keep them happy.

- We get chaps wanting pianos.

- Really, sir?

I suppose if it helps

the old thing along.

Quite so, sir.

We are grateful for...

Do you know, on this last trip,

a fellow wanted an organ.

Well, I'll be off.

Would you say that again, sir?

Well, I'll be off.

No, no, no. Just before that, sir.

- The organ?

- That's it.

I think he was

probably an organist.

The girl stipulated that

it be a cinema organ.

- Which girl?

- The girl who did the booking.

Was her employer's name Phibes?

Phibes? No, Smith.

Get a hell a lot of Smiths.

Smith, thank God for that. Thank you.

That was a nasty moment.

- This girl who did?

- Don't waste the man's time.

- Did you see the man at all?

- No, I didn't. I just saw the girl.

She was a very beautiful girl.

Very tall. You'd have liked her.

There was something strange.

I suppose she was an entertainer.

Of course. Fellow's on the boards.

Wanted a bit of practice.

- Did he take anything else?

- Organ music, bound to suit those Arabs.

Clockwork musicians, life-size clockwork

musicians. That isn't all they took.

They took a lot. I've got

the details in my office.

I'd like to come along and take

a look. You didn't see the man?

No, I didn't see the man. I just saw the girl.

She did the lot. She did the paying and...

- Did she pay by cheque?

- No. Cash.

- Return fare?

- No, single.

Single. One-way.

Maybe... he won't come back.

It's Phibes, all right, sir.

And he always comes back.

You know the saying:

Build a better mousetrap and the

world will beat a path to your door.

Every time we've built a better mousetrap,

sir, Phibes has built a better mouse.

What the hell's that?

Nothing to do with me, sir.

Are you sure it's not one of your?

What do you mean, one of mine?

Oh.

So sorry, I must have

dropped right off.

- May we ask why you're here?

- I've come to see Mr Waverley.

Would you like me to go, sir?

- I'm Waverley.

- Oh, isn't that nice?

Such a sweet man showed me in.

I'm an Ambrose, you know.

- Ambrose? You're?

- Cousin of the late Harry.

We were very sorry about that.

It must have been a great shock.

Not all that close, I'm afraid.

We kept in touch occasionally.

I thought he was a

mysterious old bird.

Can you tell us anything that

might be of any help, Miss... er?

- Am... brose.

- Ambrose.

Did anybody bear him a

grudge, or anything?

Er, it's hardly likely, isn't it? He spent

most of his time leaping round the world.

It's possible, I suppose, though.

Hm.

Just before you came in I took the

liberty of looking at this map.

That's not where they're

going at all, you know.

- Who?

- Biederbeck and that lot.

Now... here.

This is much more likely.

- Where the devil is everybody?

- Mr Biederbeck, I'm Hackett. I imagine...

The instructions were for everyone to wait

until I arrived at the base camp. Everyone.

Hm.

Well?

Stewart and Baker couldn't wait.

They've gone off to the mountain.

- To do what?

- They were getting a bit impatient.

- And Shavers?

- Oh, he's around.

- Hackett.

- Come on.

- Come on where?

- You stay here and rest. Come on.

No man should go near that mountain

alone. Nobody knows what's in there.

Sleep on, my sweet Victoria,

for regal claws of sacred birds

guard well your place of rest.

For those poor fools that dare

intrude, the penalty is death.

Argh!

Did you have a good dinner?

Do you realise what this is?

A secret room, hidden from

view so long as it is flooded.

But now, as the moon

rises towards a zenith,

the waters have receded and

they flow underground,

perhaps into the hidden

River of Life itself.

Somewhere through there,

Vulnavia, awaits our answer.

What Pharaoh of what forgotten

dynasty rested here,

before he drifted on the bosom of

what stream beneath these stones

to find eternal life?

A secret compartment

beneath the sarcophagus,

large enough to hold Victoria.

What other secrets lie within?

A key.

An actual key!

How ironic and how clever.

When I find the lock it

fits, I'll have the answer.

- Shavers! Baker! Where are you?

- Straight ahead, Biederbeck!

- Just what do you think you're doing?

- Oh! Er...

It's just a preliminary sortie.

- On whose authority?

- Didn't realise we needed permission.

Stewart, when you're older,

perhaps you'll respect authority.

You might keep in mind that

you're a member of my team.

And, er, is this

your mountain, sir?

- I regard it as such, yes.

- Are we to take that literally, sir?

You may take it however you wish.

But I give the orders.

Any explorations will be planned

and led by me. Understood?

You know, we're not

exactly amateurs here.

If discoveries are to be made, it'll require

individual effort and intellectual freedom.

There are no prima donnas here.

Discoveries will be made by the

team, under my directions.

Then perhaps you'll be so kind as to

enlighten us. Where is all this leading to?

- In good time.

- Darius?

- Not now.

- It's usual for all information to be pooled.

- I've no doubt, but you will...

- It's rather urgent.

- What is it?

- I have a little... discovery of my own

that I think you ought to see.

You mustn't let this upset you.

Upset me? A man has

just been killed.

You're in the desert,

not taking tea in Mayfair.

Curious as it may seem, you

don't have to remind me.

I've drunk lots of tea in Mayfair

without finding bodies at my feet.

Would you just trust me?

- Trust?

- Yes, trust.

How far is that gonna get me? Or us?

How can I? You don't trust me.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's clear to me, you don't

trust me and you won't tell me.

Your attitude has changed. Suddenly

human life means nothing to you.

- Have I ever said that?

- No. But I just have.

You're so callous now.

- Is that what you really think?

- Do you honestly care what I really think?

Of course I do.

It's just that I...

- It's just that I can't explain it.

- What's holding you back?

I mean, it's that, isn't it?

Why does that big mountain

have so much hold over you?

What is it that goes on in there?

How lovely she looks, my darling,

on her way to her last brief

sleep before awakening.

She shall rest where

none can find her.

I am protecting you, Victoria,

from those who would discover us.

I shall eliminate

them all, one by one.

Yes,

even Biederbeck himself,

if need be, my beloved.

In this secret compartment, made

by artisans millenniums ago,

you shall rest like

the princess you are.

For when the moon next comes full,

the waters of the Nile and the tides

within the seas will somehow meet,

and life will flow within your

veins and love within our hearts.

Er, we've got enough trouble around

here without you dreaming up more.

That kind of trouble

I can take any time.

Yes, well. She belongs

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