King Solomon's Mines

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well?

the symbols

are definitely canaanite.

And you can translate them?

Is it the map to...

at first glance, but i shall have to study it.

I shall need time.

That is impossible, professor huston.

- Who the hell is this?

- You will translate it now.

Like hell he will. Come on, professor.

Open this door!

When it is translated.

My door!

Now...

you will translate it,

professor.

- Where is this place, anyway?

- That way.

Then why are we going this way?

The shortest distance between

two points is a straight line.

Miss huston, trust me.

It's a jungle out there.

- We lost our shadow.

- What does he mean, "shadow"?

We've been followed

for the past few hours.

- What do you mean, "followed"?

- I mean that we go somewhere

and someone sneaking around

behind us tags right along.

- But why?

- You're more likely to know that than i.

You tell me.

There it is. Tongola.

Umbopo, make camp on that rise.

I come. It is safer

to enter tongola in numbers.

We won't be there long enough

to get in trouble.

- What did umbopo mean, "safer"?

- Tongola's not noted for its hospitality.

Well, then maybe we should

take him with us.

- Maybe they should all come with us.

- Uh-uh.

The trouble in tongola is dogati.

For heaven's sake, sergeant,

stop that dreadful music.

I cannot. Colonel bockner's orders.

Sergeant, if you wish to continue

swallowing, stop the music.

Colonel bockner? Your nauseating

breakfast is getting cold.

Get away. Get away. Go away!

What animals. What filth.

How can you stand this place?

These filthy animals

have been most profitable for me.

Ah, ja. Because you are turkish

and unprincipled. Primitive.

Like this godforsaken country.

You don't even appreciate good music.

This was wagner, you turkish imbecile.

You realise i'm getting impatient?

Very impatient.

So is the german reich and the army.

- The german occupation of africa...

- be silent! I too am growing impatient!

Of your pompous preening,

you knackwurst-eating hypocrite.

Imbecile.

Our welcoming committee.

- Mr stealth is still hot on our trail.

- What does he want?

Someone doesn't want you

to find your father.

There.

I have seen her. She has come

into the city. Quatermain is with her.

Quatermain.

Well, here we are in beautiful tongola,

so i think it's time you levelled with me.

Levelled with you? I don't understand.

You've been holding out on me

since the beginning.

We want the route to the mines, dogati.

The mines. Quatermain is no problem.

So stop quivering at the mention

of his name, you turkish coward.

I have a problem with quatermain.

He considers himself a man of principle.

And like you, he objects to my meagre

existence in this miserable town.

So what? He will be no problem

for germany. We will simply kill him.

- Prisoners?

- Slaves.

- Dogati's doing.

- Dogati?

For a hundred bucks

you can own one for life.

- A hundred bucks? That's terrible.

- You can always bargain.

Colonel, soon the girl will be ours. And

quatermain will be grovelling at my feet.

Miss huston, meet the mapaki.

(speaks mapaki language)

We'll talk about it later, boss. Excuse me.

Don't worry,

they were just grocery shopping.

Cannibals.

I hired you to take me to the house of isis,

not to take me on a tour.

- It's just in the next courtyard.

- Thank you.

You take, sir? Very very cheap.

Make good pet, sir.

(all shouting)

Miss huston?

Miss huston?

Jessie?

Have you seen a girl? An american girl?

- I have...

- i don't wanna buy...

- buy for the lady.

- Get out of my way.

I'll take that rug.

Sorry. Wrong colour.

Let me out this minute!

What wondrous weavers we have

here in tongola. A talking rug.

(yells angrily)

Whoa. Whoa!

Jessie...

oh, no.

(shouting)

(door opens)

How do you lock this thing?

There. Now, how else may i help

such a lovely lady in distress?

- Are you kassam?

- I am kassam.

Great. You don't know

how glad i am to see you.

- I'm looking for my father, jediah huston.

- He was to meet you here today?

- No, not today.

- Perhaps you can browse while you wait.

He wrote two months ago saying

he was coming to see you about a map.

Many people come to see me

about many maps.

Ah. This is a fascinating piece.

Egyptian, from the age of the pharaohs.

Some other time. You must remember

him. He's a tall, thin man, grey hair.

- It's a very special map.

- I have many very special maps.

There. It suits you. And these too.

Can't you people take "no" for an answer?

I don't wear bracelets.

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you trying to pull here?

Nothing. We were discussing your father

and a very special map.

- Quatermain!

- My table!

In town an hour and already

you're keeping bad company.

Please. I was merely showing her

some egyptian slave bracelets.

She's seen enough.

Get her out of that thing.

If you like these, i'm sure

i can make you a very good price.

Tell you what. I'll give them to you

at half cost. Half price.

Where's my father,

you cheap-suited camel jockey?

I am deeply offended.

I said before, i know nothing.

Before, you didn't have

a gun pointed at your nose.

Yes, it's coming back to me.

Huston, you say? Huston...

thin, tall man.

Grey hair.

Yes, he was here.

He examined the map and then left.

- What map?

- Will you stop stalling?

- I am too embarrassed to say.

- Give it a try.

To king solomon's mines.

- What?

- You see? Quatermain knows.

There are hundreds of fake maps.

Hundreds of them.

Unscrupulous merchants

palm them off on unsuspecting tourists.

Any merchant will sell you a map.

All faked.

Maps? Maps? Forget about the maps!

Tell me where my father is.

Make him tell me where my father is!

Please don't touch it. It's priceless.

Priceless and not for sale?

That's just not you, kassam.

Formaldehyde.

The egyptians used natron. This is new.

- 4,000 years old and you call it new?

- More like four days. It's still wet.

You don't think...?

- Rupert!

- "Rupert"?

- "Rupert"? I've been swindled.

- You killed my father's assistant!

Where is her father,

you towel-headed creep?

I do not know, i swear.

Talk, kassam,

or i'll slice you into croc food.

I bought an authentic mummy.

I've been swindled, believe me.

If you don't start talkin',

i'm gonna start slicing.

Please, please. No, no.

No.

I have a sick child. Practically blind.

My statue! Oh, my god!

Kassam, i'm gonna have to shoot you

before she kills me.

That's bad luck for me.

(mutters)

These symbols... they're canaanite.

Oh, my god.

This is it, isn't it? This is the map.

Yes, yes. But you've ruined it.

- This is a map?

- Yes. You see?

The belly is the plain of nalog, leading to

the twin mountains, the breasts of sheba.

A dead rupert, the map -

this proves my father was here.

- Kill me and you'll never find huston.

- Then he is alive?

- Yes. Dogati and bockner have him.

- Bockner?

It disgusts me. Greedy men trying to force

professor huston to translate the map.

- Where is he?

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