King Solomon's Mines Page #2

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- Your father is stubborn.

That's what's kept him alive. And that's

why they want the girl, to use as leverage.

I am personally repulsed

by such a concept.

- Where is he?

- I do not know.

Aagh.

(gunshots)

No more pushing me around! Get up!

You're trapped, both of you.

- I'll take care of him.

- Jessie, no!

I'll fix him.

Thank you, miss huston.

You took care of him all right.

If we live through this, which is doubtful,

remember - guns you shoot,

knives you throw.

Watch this, kassam.

You've got two choices - run like hell

or climb up and put it out so we can talk.

- You've got 20 seconds.

- Allahu akbar!

Come on. Let's get out of here.

(speaks turkish)

Come on.

Coward.

Seeing you dying is going to

give me such pleasure, quatermain.

I've got it!

- They've still got my father.

- Getting killed won't help him. Hide her.

No!

- Umbopo, please let me go.

- I'll protect you.

This ends your stupidity in tongola.

A map destroyed, time wasted - a disaster.

The map is here, in huston's head,

and we have him.

Schweinehund! Your refusal to talk, your

impertinent stubbornness, is delaying us.

Tomorrow we take the train

for the german camp in barumba,

and there i will have only two words

to say to you:
"talk or die."

That's three words.

You...

if by the time we reach barumba you have

not revealed the way to the mines,

i will peel off your skin,

inch by wretched inch.

Was machen sie hier berhaupt?

Sorry, pal. No sprechen sie the language.

"Gun" i understand.

Mind if i smoke?

I've got it!

Get in!

Dogati and the germans are on my tail.

- Umbopo, come on. Come on.

- Come on.

Come on. Come on, get in.

- What's this?

- It's a dummy.

They come in handy sometimes.

I'll take it.

Brace yourselves.

Faster! Faster!

- Watch out!

- Oh, my god!

(muezzin chanting the call to prayer)

Move these people! Drive over them!

No.

Get away. Give me this gun.

- It's suicide.

- Scheie!

- We can't leave father here.

- I know where they're taking him.

Morning.

Hey, come on. Get up. Time to get up.

God.

- Morning already?

- Yeah. We got a train to catch.

You know what i was dreaming about?

What?

Never mind.

We have to get a few things straight.

Finding your father is not gonna be easy.

That means...

pretty.

So that means you will do what i say

when i say and how i say.

And if you got any other little secrets

lurking around, you better tell me now.

- Crank it up, umbopo.

- You know everything.

Besides, you should understand

why i was so secretive.

After all, what did i know

about the great white african hunter?

You could have stolen my map,

slit my throat and buried me.

Hell, i could still do all that.

Umbopo, hop in.

Umbopo.

I guess he doesn't trust your driving.

He doesn't trust anything

that moves without eating grass.

- Come on, umbopo. Get in.

So when you're not terrorising

darkest africa, what do you do?

I'm a student. Archaeology. You can

imagine studying archaeology in lowa.

So when my father went to london

to teach, i tagged along.

Quatermain...

i'd like to thank you. You've...

well, you've been very kind to me.

Kindness had nothing to do with it. It's the

thought of all those ten-pound diamonds.

You don't even believe in the mines.

No, i think it's the thought of rescuing

a damsel in distress that appeals to you.

Miss huston, you are not in distress,

you cause distress.

(whistle)

Ah, here it comes. The train to barumba.

- Umbopo!

Here she comes.

Do you think it's gonna stop?

I don't think it's gonna stop.

- It'll stop.

- It's not gonna stop.

(whistle blows)

Nope. It's not stopping.

It's gonna stop.

It's not gonna stop.

It's gotta stop.

Damn. It's not stopping. Come on.

I'm gonna look for your father. My hunch

is they've got him in the caboose.

Don't even think about it.

Umbopo will take care of you.

Oh, great.

Halt! Wo gehst du hin? Komm zurck.

(guard shouts in german)

(soldiers wolf-whistle)

Was machst du denn hier,

mein schtzchen?

Ich besuche meinen liebling -

herr bockner.

Surprise, dogati!

Uh... hm...

sehr gut, junge!

Very good, guys. Yeah.

Yeah.

Great reflexes, boys.

I'm proud of you guys.

Well, hey.

May i?

Let's have some fun!

(plays camptown races)

# doodah, doodah

# oh, doodah day

auf wiedersehen!

I have had enough!

But obviously you have not had enough.

Have you? Eh? Have you?

Gib her!

Will you talk?

Will you? Will you?

Will you?

Look what you did.

Unless you reveal the way to the mines,

i will pluck out your eye

and crush it underfoot like a grape.

I will do this with various parts

of your body until you are but a stub.

And i will not give you the luxury of dying.

- Make him talk.

- (train clanks and squeaks)

- Did you find him yet?

- Shh! Keep out of sight.

- Daddy! No!

- Jessie!

- Jessie!

- Put me down, you ape! Put me down!

- No! Don't put me down!

- I don't believe this.

For god's sake, get back up here!

Quatermain!

No!

Shack?

Bring me his head.

What a wondrous surprise. Professor,

if you do not tell me the way to the mines

i will pluck out your daughter's eyes

and crush them underfoot like a grape.

I will do this with various parts of her

body... but you know all this, don't you?

All right. All right. I'll tell.

Don't tell him, daddy.

You don't have to tell him anything.

All right. Tell him a little.

As a reward for your cooperation, i will

ask sergeant dorfman to kill you. Quickly.

Food, food, food.

I find that torture

gives me such an appetite.

(gunshot)

Mensch, die kommen von beiden seiten!

This is to punish you

for not talking for so long.

Look what you've done again!

You know, i find you most attractive.

- You're a swine.

- I was not talking to you!

I was talking to your father.

But i'm not fussy.

I'd rather bring pleasure than pain.

Come here. Come here.

Come. Come here, little one.

Come, strudel. Don't be shy.

Adolf dorfman will be good to you.

Very kind.

I see in your eyes

you find me attractive too.

Quatermain!

- Umbopo! Glad you made it.

- Yes.

Hold this.

I've got it!

Come on. We gotta get out of here,

they may come back for us.

- I feel so ashamed. I told them everything.

- You've nothing to be ashamed of.

There's a village near here.

We'll patch you up.

- No, you must leave me here.

- No, daddy. We're not leaving you.

The important thing

is stopping those men.

Forget it. Let those primates get

themselves killed chasing a fantasy.

It is not a fantasy, mr quatermain.

My whole life has been spent

searching for king solomon's mines.

If they fall into the hands of those men,

my whole life will have been wasted.

Promise me you'll get to the mine first.

Promise me you'll stop them. Please.

Even now, they may have

too great a head start.

I'm gonna do it, quatermain,

whether you help me or not.

- Umbopo, get the professor to the village.

- I'll join you later.

I don't believe in the mines.

But i'm beginning to believe in you.

(plane approaches)

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