Sinbad and the Minotaur

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SINBAD AND THE MINOTAUR

Pericles?

Where are the others?

- Dead.

All dead. Your son...

- That thing is not my son.

Forgive me.

My King, I did not mean...

But... but the Royal Chronicles.

A war lost.

A kingdom destroyed.

My line cursed by the gods.

Burn it.

My King!

My King! My King!

Don't! I beg you!

There is only death!

- I said burn them!

But the Chronicles!

All the secrets are...

Burn the Chronicles and you

will destroy the curse!

King Minos?

ARABIA:

1000 YEARS LATER

I'll give you three

camels for the dancer.

How does it look, Sinbad?

- Dangerous.

I couldn't agree more.

Back to the ship it is.

Not exactly.

Sinbad! A key that can

unlock a great fortune.

Did it ever occur to you

that the old witch may have

had another 10 keys,

each with its own tall tale

to hike up the price?

- Of course it did.

But then again,

what if she didn't?

Why is it always the

long shot with you?

She dances better

than all of our wives!

This is a bad idea.

These men are slavers,

not antique-collectors.

- Rumors would suggest that

their master is otherwise.

When she shakes like that,

I'm not thinking about her belly.

I told you it would be easy.

Well, trouble always is

with you, Sinbad.

It's the getting out

that concerns me. -Details.

So, what exactly are

we looking for, anyway?

The bull-headed

seal of King Minos.

King who?

- Minos.

A long-dead Greek who stole

the head of the Colossus.

Colossus?

Colossus of Rhodes' Colossus?

As in 'one of the Seven Wonders

of the World' Colossus?

- That Colossus.

Sinbad, you've dragged us

here in search of legends.

The Colossus stood

a thousand years ago,

and this Minos, King Minos,

is nothing but a myth.

Careful.

It's booby-trapped.

A myth, you say?

Now, the enchanted key

should disarm it.

Are you sure?

What is it?

The Chronicles of King Minos.

Within these pages is the location

of the greatest treasure

the world has ever known.

- The head of the Colossus.

A giant thing. Made

of pure gold. -Pure gold?

I like the sound of that.

To arms! To arms!

Bring round the weapons!

Who's that?

- Where? -Company?

Over there in the

tent! Come on.

Go.

Stick to the shadows.

I'll buy us some time.

I'll meet you on

the dunes. -Quickly!

There he is!

- Here I am.

Catch me if you can!

- Let's get him! Move!

You go around the back!

Around that way!

Over here!

There!

Don't let him escape.

We can't let him escape.

The master will kill us.

Where did he go?

- I lost him.

Look over there.

- Hurry.

I can't see them anywhere.

Ladies.

I'm just passing through.

They can't hear you.

They're gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

Al-Jibar, the master

of the house.

He's a sorcerer. He

steals people's minds.

Sorcerers.

I hate sorcerers.

Wait! Please, you have

to take me with you.

Hardly.

- I'll scream.

No, you won't.

Guards!

Go!

You idiot.

If you've allowed some filthy

desert pig to plunder my harem,

I'll have my eagle pluck out your

eyes and feed them to my dogs.

Up, whores.

Up.

Where's my prize?

Tara?

I'm here.

Forgive me.

I screamed because I

thought I saw a rat.

I was just indecent.

Modesty.

You'll have to lose that.

Master! Master.

They've got one

of your treasures.

Oh, how is this possible?

The thieves subdued the guard.

- No, the case, you fool. The case.

The whereabouts of

the head of the Colossus,

a thousand years sealed.

Only the enchanted key

can disarm it.

No-one, no-one in all that time, not I,

not I, even the great Al-Jibar,

has been able to force

open the enchanted seal.

Perhaps you should ask

the thief yourself.

I am Seif the Undying.

And you are?

I'm impressed.

- Seize him!

Kneel!

Kneel. Kneel.

Get up!

Get up!

- Guards! Guards!

Stop them! Surround them!

Don't let them escape!

You have something

that belongs to me.

The girl sees it differently.

- Don't test me, thief!

The Chronicles of King Minos

give them to me.

Well, the case may

belong to you,

but as for the secrets

discovered inside

finders-keepers.

The enchanted key.

It's no good to me now.

Where did you find this? -It's just

something I found along my way.

Much like this,

the magic cloak of mist.

Where did they go?

Find them! Find them!

Good dancing, Luna.

- Where is Sinbad?

He should be back by now.

- Trust me. If he's late, it's only

because he's stirring up trouble.

- Could it be treasure, you think?

Coins of silver? Jewelry?

Sinbad?

Come on.

The man just can't help himself.

- We have to get back to the ship.

Wait, you used the cloak of mist. But

there was only three buttons left.

And now there's only two.

- Who's the stray?

Details.

Mount up, ladies. -We have

a long travel ahead of us

before dawn.

Stay here. Yah!

Come on.

The coast is clear.

If we hurry, we can

reach Daresh by nightfall.

Daresh? Is that your home?

It's where my ship is moored.

The sea is my home.

More like your wife.

One of three, in fact their

names being the sea,

adventure and selfish glory.

You'd do well to

remember that, girl.

His heart's taken by much

grander things than you or I.

You don't have to tag along.

- You sought my help.

And I played my part. It's time for

you to pay me what you owe me.

Once we find the head

of the Colossus,

you will get what you are

owed. Trust me. -Trust you?

Take your wench.

I'm keeping the horse.

It's all just chicken

scratches to me.

Are you sure Nestor

can decipher it?

Well, the Chronicles are in Old

Greek. Nestor is an old Greek.

Well, he's old but

he's not ancient. -Details.

What about Luna?

Daresh is a place of

opportunity. She'll be fine.

Sinbad, do... do you...?

Watch the horses.

Can I help you? -We're

looking for this man.

Oh, shifty-looking

fellow, isn't he?

Can't say I've

seen him, though.

I thought you

killed him. -I did.

Impressive.

In case you do, be sure to leave

word at the gates of Daresh.

I can assure you our

master is beyond generous

when it comes to this matter.

Who is he?

- A dead man.

Hold.

Where's your companion?

- Companion?

Oh. Uh... they're both mine.

I'm a courier.

My master is quite

the man with letters.

Keeps me so busy,

I practically live in the saddle.

Move out, men.

Yah!

This is bad. With the

amount of coin that

Al-Jibar's dogs are throwing around

the whole of Daresh would have

turned spy by nightfall. -I want you

to go to Daresh, rouse the crew.

Tell Boz to sail to

Prophet's Cove.

I'm going to cut across inland

and meet you there. -Yes, sir.

Excuse me! Al-Jibar's after

me too in case you forgot.

He's not after you.

He's after this.

Well, I don't see him

making that distinction.

Besides, I helped you get that.

And I saved your life.

So you owe me.

I'm a part of this now,

whether you like it or not.

I'm beginning to like this one.

- Speak for yourself.

Is that your ship?

- Beautiful, isn't she?

Akoom!

Looks like hunting is good.

- This? It's only a snack.

So, it's another voyage

again? -Certainly.

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