The Making of 'The Scorpion King 2: Rise of a Warrior' Page #3

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Yeah.

Which way is it?

Let's go this way.

Okay.

That Akkadian

looked familiar to me.

Who was his father?

A famous mercenary

named Ashur.

I was afraid of that.

Men.

Illyrian honor calls.

Yeah, I was afraid of that.

I feel like we're going in

circles. Weren't we just here?

What

the hell is this?

It smells like death.

What?

What?

Stay back.

Here.

Where are you going?

Now I'm scared.

Let's go.

Now!

Shouldn't we

be following him?

He's out of his mind.

Or not.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Layla!

Ugly old slab of beef!

Your mother was a cow!

Don't worry.

It didn't go too deep.

A little higher up and you

would have been in trouble.

A little higher up and

you might be in trouble.

You'll be okay.

Wait here.

Your silence is praise enough.

That was you?

Music has charms

to soothe the savage beast.

Say, that's good.

I'm sorry for your loss,

but most grateful

for your help.

It was a debt

I owed your father.

We fought together in the

war against the Hittites.

And he saved my life.

Your debt is repaid then.

Damn right it is.

Let's go, men.

Where we're going we could

use some brave fighters.

There's strength in numbers

and great riches to be had.

Where?

Tell him.

You tell him.

I'll tell him.

The Underworld.

Oh, the Underworld.

There's a portal inside the

center of this labyrinth.

Well, good luck to you.

No one has ever returned

alive from that place.

Gilgamesh did it.

Never heard of him.

So did Herodotus.

So he claims.

Do you know

what else he claims?

When he visited the Underworld

he saw with his own eyes

enough gold, diamonds and

rubies to fill a thousand arenas.

He was literally crunching

on a fortune with every step.

But you, veteran warriors, wouldn't be

interested in such a hazardous journey

as that taken

by an old Greek historian.

And soon by a poet, a young

Akkadian lad and a girl.

Greeks. Greeks.

Okay.

Wait. Why is he coming?

Well, I thought

we could use the extra body.

I told him the Underworld

was a shortcut back to China.

Now what?

The portal is

in here somewhere.

Where's the door?

What?

The door we just

came through!

These must mean something.

Look.

The entrance must

be here somewhere.

I don't understand it.

Here we go.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

What is it?

What's happening?

Somebody tell me

what's going on?

Ari,

what's going on?

Herodotus was right.

What's happening?

Don't

say it again. Greek!

Step out into your faith.

Mathayus, my son,

always follow in your faith.

Faith, my son.

That is your guide.

Amazing what faith can do.

Nice one, Akkadian!

How did you know?

I didn't.

Seems like nothing is

what it appears to be.

What's that?

Oh, yes.

Herodotus says a living person

can only remain in the Underworld

for one hour before his or

her life force drains away,

and he or she

turns to stone.

Well, let's get moving.

You okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Nice place to visit, but...

We're all gonna die here.

Impressive, young one.

Now let's see

if he can get back alive.

Wait.

What's

happening, Ari?

Bad omen.

Let's go.

This keeps getting

better and better.

What fresh hell is this?

We should get moving.

What in the name

of the gods was that?

Did you hear it?

You can't go back now.

I can

go guard the obelisk.

Ah...

One thing.

Herodotus disguised himself

as a dead person like this.

As the Underworld

is forbidden to the living,

I suggest

you do the same.

And if we're discovered?

Then we will be

dead people.

What are we doing?

Dusty Greeks.

He must be stupid.

How do I look?

I think death becomes you.

Tell me

if you see any jewels.

Gold. Some silver.

Anything.

So it's vengeance for your

father you're after, eh?

Good. Blood

should repay blood.

You knew him well?

We fought many a battle,

shield by shield.

Burned and sacked cities.

Left the streets running red.

Aye. That was a swordsman.

What was that?

I heard something.

I think I just

stepped in someone.

Buggers must have journeyed

here and run out of time.

Arm yourselves.

With all due respect, I don't think we

should be stealing from the dead yet.

Maybe it wasn't such

a bad idea after all, eh?

Nice.

Father?

Don't look!

Keep moving.

Do not make eye contact.

Don't look them

in the eyes.

What's he going on about?

He seems dissatisfied

with the shortcut.

I'll take care

of the loudmouth.

No, you won't!

Save your blade

for chopping onions.

Hey! Save your tongue

for licking my boots, Pollux.

Calm down! Calm down!

Can't you see the effect this

place is having on us all?

Later, Akkadian.

Has anybody seen a single

wretched, miserable ruby, yet?

"Gold and diamonds and rubies so

your feet can crunch on them. "

The only thing my feet have

been crunching on are corpses.

Patience, my friend.

Ari, are you sure

we're going the right way?

How close are we

to the sword?

Hard to say.

Say it anyway.

Well, unfortunately, Herodotus

wasn't exactly explicit.

So you don't know.

Well, not exactly, but...

So you lied to us.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Appearances are deceiving.

For example, there's this

game that we play in Greece.

You play by yourself.

The game keeps changing,

getting harder as you continue.

And the longer you survive

and keep playing,

the closer

you get to winning.

How are we doing

in the game?

I never played it.

Right.

It's a bit like Mahjong.

Mahjong.

Double-talking Greeks.

Shifty-eyed Chinese.

Insane Akkadians. Dead

people! Damn Illyrian honor!

This better be

worth my while.

I can't believe

I find my fortune in hell.

Things are

looking up the Underworld.

PeARIs.

Where is everyone?

Wait.

We have to go back.

There's no time.

You go then.

I'll wait here.

Okay, let's move.

Like I was saying,

the game gets easier.

Yeah, I got it.

What was that?

Who are you?

And by what devious means have

you violated my inner sanctum?

Her inner what?

Let me handle this.

My lady, we are...

Actually, I'm not sure how

we got here or where we are.

Because you see, we...

are humble traders

journeying to China.

Yes! This curious-looking

fellow's homeland

on a silk-seeking

expedition and...

And we must have

taken a wrong turn.

Silence!

On your knees.

My friends will have

their fun with you.

I prefer to stand.

But thanks anyway.

I am Astarte,

goddess of both love and war.

You will not only kneel,

you will grovel before me

like a wretched worm.

There's no reason

to get agitated.

We can handle this

like mature adults.

Listen.

And listen well.

I rule this land

at my pleasure.

And I could destroy you

with a wave of my hand.

Or, if it pleased me,

seduce you

with a single glance

into obeying

my every depraved

whim.

No, please! Any woman can do as much by

cinching her bust and pouting her lips.

Are you a man or a woman?

I daresay you could not seduce a beggar

if you heaped gold coins

between your thighs.

Go up there and look for the

sword. I'll check down here.

If you didn't have a goddess's

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