The Making of 'The Scorpion King 2: Rise of a Warrior' Page #2

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that bastard some day.

Everyone knows he makes

sacrifices to the dark gods,

and they've given him

black magical powers.

You're gonna need

all the help you can get.

Layla, that's nice, but a

girl would only get in the way.

I'm not just a girl.

Look, we're not kids

anymore playing games.

I see your Black Scorpion

training also included lessons

on how to become

an arrogant jerk.

Congratulations on passing

with flying colors.

Go home, Layla. Make the sheep

merchant's life miserable.

Fine! If that's how you

want it. You're on your own.

Fine.

Fine.

Ticket to Egypt, please.

Ten pieces.

Ticket to Egypt for one.

Ten pieces.

Ten? That's pretty steep.

Plus one for insurance.

And I highly recommend it,

because there are pirates,

hostile natives

and hurricanes.

Just the ticket.

Piracy has already

started if you ask me.

Egypt. For one.

Ten pieces.

Pardon me.

Excuse me.

Don't push in!

What are you

talking about?

I left the line for 10

seconds to relieve my bladder.

Liar. Greek.

Madam, I would caution you never

to mix those two words together.

Cretin.

To the land of the

pharaohs, my good man.

Ten pieces.

Ticket.

You are following me.

Admit it.

You know, this may come

as a shock to you,

but not everything in the

world happens because of you.

Then why are you

going to Egypt?

Because...

Everyone should go and see the

pyramids once in their lives.

Why are you going to Egypt?

Personal matters

which don't concern you.

Don't play coy with me. You know

I'll get it out of you anyway.

All right.

My father once fought for the pharaoh's

private guard and saved his life.

So, I'm going to ask if in

return he'll let me borrow

the Spear of Osiris

to help me defeat Sargon.

The Pharaoh of Egypt

is going to lend one of the

most fabled weapons in history

to a 19-year-old kid

he's never even heard of?

I don't remember

asking your opinion.

Actually,

I'm afraid she's right.

It wouldn't work.

But mainly for the simple

reason that the Spear of Osiris

is only effective

against Egyptian monsters.

Such as the winged scarab,

sphinxes and cursed mummies.

And you know this how?

Let's just say

I'm well connected.

Really? And who

are you exactly?

Aristophanes of Naxos.

Not to be confused with the

Aristophanes from Corinth. That hack.

I speak 20 languages fluently

and another 20 passably.

So if you need

any translation services...

Yes, yes. How did you learn

about the Spear of Osiris?

I am a poet and playwright by

trade and sometimes a musician.

And was most recently court

poet to the king of Elam.

Petty despot. May he rot in the

underworld for his lack of esthetic taste.

And learned of it from

one of his high priests.

But you are thinking

along the right path.

To defeat a man like Sargon,

well-versed in the black arts,

one would require

a potent weapon indeed.

Like?

Let's see.

There's the Hammer of Zeus.

No, too unwieldy.

The Shield of Cronos.

That's completely discredited.

The Cloak of...

I've got it!

The Sword of Damocles!

The what?

Damocles. You know.

The one condemned to die

a thousand deaths

by the very hand of the sword

that he used to kill King Philpman.

What do they teach you in

Akkadian schools these days?

Not to touch

other men's swords.

Well, in any case,

according to Book Five

of Herodotus' Histories,

Damocles' infamous sword was

transformed by a lightning bolt from Zeus

into a wondrous weapon whose

blade could cut through anything.

Mortal or immortal.

And presented as a gift to

the Queen of the Underworld.

You're saying this sword

can cut through anything?

Oh, please.

Anything.

And you know

where this sword is?

This has to be the most harebrained

scheme I've heard yet today,

and that is saying plenty.

Oh, and you

have a better idea.

Okay. I've decided.

We're gonna continue

on our journey to Knossos.

And you're gonna lead me

to the Sword of Damocles.

My friend, such a journey

would be fraught with perils.

The Underworld is a grim and

dangerous place of condemned souls

suffering unspeakable...

How much do you want?

Exclusive rights to compose

an epic ode of your quest

and one hundred silver

staters, for expenses.

Wait. A hundred?

For risking my life,

it's a pittance.

A lady doesn't part

with her dowry that easily.

Here we go.

First of all,

I'm coming along.

Wait. Forget it.

Second, you will treat me

with respect and as your equal.

If not, your superior.

Thirty-fifth, you will launder my

undergarments daily in fresh rosewater.

Forty-seventh, you will bathe and

rub my feet with olive oil once a day.

Don't push it.

Hey, Greek.

Call me Ari, my sweet.

In case you get any funny

ideas about losing us

or making off with my

money, just remember this.

Akkadian women are just as handy

with a dagger as Akkadian men.

I'm sure that's not the only

thing you're handy at, fair maiden,

whose beauty makes even

goddesses blush with envy.

Hey, save your flowery words

for your scribblings.

Focus on the task at hand,

which is getting

us into that.

Alive.

Of course.

Perhaps, Layla here might

use her feminine wiles

to distract the guards

whilst we slip past them.

This I have to see.

Hi, boys. Nice night, isn't it?

Concubines around back.

Nice. She is quite the charmer,

isn't she?

You should see her

in a bad mood.

Hmm.

Guys!

Come on, let's go.

These keys should get

us into the palace.

But then we need

to find the labyrinth.

The portal to the Underworld

lies within the labyrinth.

Get down!

Let's go.

Intruders

in the palace!

Stop them!

Intruders!

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm in!

Come on!

Come on!

Ow! Watch your sword.

I think

I've found something.

I think it's a lever.

Hey,

don't touch that.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine, too. Thank you.

Who are you people?

Why are you imprisoned here?

He says they are

captives from many lands.

All brought here

to be fed to the Minotaur.

The what?

What do I expect from people

who write on clay tablets?

The Minotaur.

A creature

half man, half bull.

A crazed monster whose appetite must

be satisfied daily with human flesh.

King Minos believes that the

Minotaur protects the city,

and as long as it lives,

his reign will be secure

and the people will prosper.

And you were

going to tell us when?

At the appropriate moment.

Speak up sooner next time. We

don't even know who this guy is.

Who will join me

in battling this monster?

You'd rather

sit here in terror

and squeeze out a few

more wretched days of life

than die fighting honorably

for a chance at freedom?

My friend, you are wasting your breath.

Most men are slaves to their fears.

Then it's the three of us.

I would just

get in the way.

No doubt.

At least

she came strapped.

Nice.

This way.

Stay behind me.

As you wish.

I've never heard those

words from your mouth before.

You're not scared,

are you?

Don't be ridiculous.

You?

Please.

Did you hear that?

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