Dr. Phibes Rises Again Page #4

to Biederbeck.

- Don't we all?

- Yes. But some more than others.

As you have nothing better to do,

perhaps you'll unload the other truck.

Er, what truck?

Hackett's truck.

Get a good night's sleep.

You still haven't told me

what you expect to find.

- Tomorrow.

- Now, Darius. I'd like to know now.

Tomorrow.

What the hell's going on?!

You're mad.

You're bloody mad!

For God's sake, man, I'll die!

If music be the food

of love... play on...

Give me excess of it...

No.

Here with a loaf of bread

beneath the bough,

a book of verse, a glass of beer...

That's Omar Khayym, sir. Yes.

I'm a bit apprehensive

about finding the others.

- Do you think you know where we are?

- Trout, I don't think, I know.

- I don't think you know either, sir.

- Keep your place, Trout.

Sorry, sir.

Now, then.

Cairo is, erm...

over there.

And by the same token,

the Red Sea is over there.

- In that direction...

- Yes?

- England.

- Yeah. Yeah, quite so, sir.

How do we find the mountain range where

Biederbeck and Phibes are headed?

There are times when I worry about you.

All we have to do is to ask someone.

- Out here, sir?

- Why not? Bound to be somebody.

- Ah, there! There's somebody.

- Where, sir?

Erm...

Three dunes east. Hop to it,

man. Start the tank.

- Hackett, I need you.

- What's all this about?

I've sent Baker and

the workmen up there.

- Why are we taking the truck?

- Just get in!

We broke through a wall,

found a gold sarcophagus.

Already, underground

waters have begun to rise.

Somewhere within this maze of

tunnels a new river will crest,

along which we will glide,

through gates which will be

revealed to us, Vulnavia.

The gates which can be unlocked

only with the silver key.

Come! I must tell Victoria.

Those devils! To take from me

the two treasures of my life?!

I shall get them back.

Who tries to stop me will die!

It certainly is a remarkable find.

How he knew it was there beats me.

He went straight to it.

- I think it calls for a celebration.

- Yes. Champagne?

Yes.

A key!

Why a key?

Oh, I don't know, but

something's been biting him.

Who's this, then?

Darius.

Stewart's back.

Don't let him go away.

I'll be out soon.

He's not going anywhere.

Please, you must come now.

I suppose we'd better

take him down.

Why? I don't understand.

Who could conceive of such

a bizarre way to kill?

A man called Phibes, sir.

Dr Anton Phibes.

They have taken you from

me, my sweet Victoria.

But fear not, for I

shall recover you,

and they will suffer for this

outrage with their lives!

With Stewart, he's

now killed four men.

- Recently. If you care to go further back...

- Trout.

Yes, but why? What possible

reason could he have?

Well, Biederbeck?

The papyrus.

If he stole it, it means we have

the same goal, the same purpose.

- No, that's impossible.

- Impossible?

Impossible or not, we must

get back to civilisation.

Yeah, especially the young lady.

Yes, I'm afraid you're right. Baker, first

thing tomorrow, take Diana out of here.

- The rest can follow later.

- And your good self, sir?

There's one thing I

must do before I leave.

- If you value your life, you'll...

- That's precisely why I'm staying.

A remarkable man.

I hardly know him, but I've never met

anyone more completely dedicated.

That poor girl. What she must have

gone through in the past few days.

Why the hell did he bring her out?

Curiously enough, I think she was the

reason he came here in the first place.

- Listen, Diana...

- I'm listening.

You're my whole life, everything.

Please, darling, if nothing

else, you must know that.

I'm beginning to wonder if I

do know anything about you.

I can't tell you any more.

I mean, not that you'd understand.

But the mountain must

be the key to it.

Possibly, Trout, but it's

all purely academic.

Now, we only got as far

as an inner chamber,

but it looked as though

there's a warren of tunnels.

Every move I make, this whole affair,

concerns our future together.

Well, if it's anything like now,

it's going to be pretty awful.

It won't be. I promise you.

- It's just that I...

- What? What were going to say?

- I...

- Say it.

It's just that these next few hours

are of desperate importance to me.

This expedition isn't really the reason we

came here, is it? There's something else.

- We could search the mountain and...

- Search it?

One needs a warrant to make

a search. You should know that.

I know, but...

We can't charge into somebody

else's mountain. This isn't Hyde Park.

Baker.

Sleep in the sarcophagus tent tonight. Be

ready to leave in the morning with Diana.

What is it Shakespeare says, sir?

Thus unconscious doth make

strange bedfellows of us all.

Don't worry, Trout.

Do you know what I'm dying for?

What, sir?

A nice, big, warm...

What?

Glass of milk.

- Would you like me to get one?

- No. That's all right.

Dear girl, man the machine.

What's going on?

Help. Help!

Argh!

Argh!

Get me out!

- At least we're sure of one thing.

- Hm?

- Nothing can happen on a night like this.

- Yes.

Victoria,

those who have tried

to take you from me,

so have they paid

the terrible price.

This water, placid now,

is but a calm deception.

For beneath this mountain,

when moon and water reconcile,

the secret River of

Life will be revealed.

The key!

Where is the key?!

What's the matter?

Where's Baker?

Baker.

Poor devil.

Quite.

He's taken the sarcophagus.

But I still have the key.

That storm last night, Phibes

must have used that as cover.

- Used it? He probably summoned it!

- All the Arabs have gone.

I don't blame them. I say, I don't blame

them! It's the obvious thing to do!

- I found the truck up by the mountain.

- And the sarcophagus?

- Oh, well, that's gone.

- Just as I expected.

But what were they doing there?

I mean, who drove the truck up there

in the first place? Where's Baker?

He had a bad night, sir.

Come along, Biederbeck.

I'm still staying.

Look here, I have a responsibility.

You have a moral responsibility but, as far

as I'm concerned, no actual jurisdiction.

- I'm staying.

- But no one's got the better of Phibes.

To our knowledge he's already killed

15 men. You can't hope to win.

Don't speak of hope to me,

Trout. I mean to win.

Hackett, with Baker gone,

you take Diana out of here.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'd

like a word with her before she leaves.

Darling, would you come with me?

- Hackett, put her suitcase in the truck.

- Come along, Trout. Strike camp.

Yeah. We ought to get these tents

down too, and be on our way.

What about Baker? Should

we dispose of his body?

I don't know about his body. We

should give his head a decent burial.

Listen.

It's the Scottish Fusiliers!

My God! It makes you

proud to be British.

Out here? How marvellous!

Yes, it's probably

some desert patrol.

Britannia's cloak covers a

large section of the globe.

We must tell them about the others.

I mean, that way, they'll be safe.

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