The Making of 'The Scorpion King 2: Rise of a Warrior' Page #4

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powers to deceive men's eyes,

they'd no doubt

run from you screaming.

Who wants a 5,000-year-old

bag of bones?

You insolent little cur.

I don't need a goddess's

powers to tear you apart.

You will regret that!

We'll see who regrets what,

you old cradle snatcher.

I'll tear your face off.

Good, then I won't

have to look at you.

Best you can do?

Where are you?

Come on, you old cow!

That's it!

The Sword of Damocles.

Slag!

Slut!

So you like to play.

What are you doing?

It's not fair.

You said no magic!

I lied.

Get ready for a long fall.

Wait, My Lady.

It's not her fault

we're here. It's mine.

My arrogance,

not hers.

I humbly beg your forgiveness

for intruding in your domain.

For your beauty

and grace are unequaled.

Go on.

If you'll accept my

apologies and let us leave,

I swear on my word as an Akkadian,

and we always keep our vows,

that I will build you

a magnificent temple

in your honor

when I return home.

I have a thousand temples

already. They bore me.

But I must say,

you do possess a rare

degree of physical appeal.

Don't listen to her!

Perhaps if you were

to stay by my side

as my consort,

then I might be persuaded

to let the others go.

Except for that vermin.

Let me down!

It's so hot up here!

Mathayus! Mathayus!

You would stay young as long

as I decided to keep you.

With no duties save

to service my varied

and copious needs.

He'll never

agree to that!

He loves me!

Anyway, what man would willingly

want to lay down with you?

Lady Astarte,

I would be a fool

to turn down your offer.

However, I made a vow to Shamash

to avenge my father's murder.

And I'd rather be known

as a fool than a liar.

You don't have

the guts to face me!

I knew your father.

And he means

nothing compared to me.

My father was a hero.

Scratch any hero, Mathayus,

and you will find

a monster lurking inside.

One kiss

and you're mine.

Forever.

For the love of Zeus!

Forget it.

You're not my type.

Mathayus!

Mathayus!

Careful, it's sharp.

Here, you can keep this one.

Mathayus,

we're almost out of time!

Run all you like, Mathayus.

I'll have you soon enough.

Just as I took your father.

Hurry,

run the same way we came.

We don't have

much time. Run!

Aren't you

forgetting something?

Where's that treasure

you promised?

But it's not my fault

that Herodotus took a few...

You sacrificed my men,

you slippery-tongued worm.

I'll skin you alive.

Look!

Quick! Run!

We haven't much time! Run!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on!

Hurry, come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Yeah! Yeah!

Oh, my God. Pollux!

We made it.

Get off me!

You disgust me!

Lady Astarte,

you honor me

with your presence.

It is not to honor you

that I'm here, Sargon.

A young friend of yours paid a

surprise visit to me recently.

Apparently,

he's thirsting for revenge

against you.

And he took something of mine

with great sentimental value.

A sword

which could wreak great havoc if

it's not returned to the Underworld

where it belongs.

I want it back.

And you shall have it,

I assure you.

Especially,

if you can increase my powers.

You're greedy, Sargon.

I like that in a man.

You shall have

all the powers you need.

But first,

you must make me

the ultimate sacrifice.

Never were any mortals more

grateful to see the sun again

than the Akkadian

and his companions.

Even Fong, content to take

the long way home to China,

ceased his endless carping.

And Mathayus, with the

invincible sword in his grasp,

looked eagerly

to his reunion with Sargon.

Mathayus?

What I said back there to that

old battle ax of a goddess...

You know,

about you being

in love with me.

Well, I only said that

to try and distract her.

Cloud her judgment.

Stall for time.

That's what I thought.

Clever.

Yeah, it was clever,

wasn't it?

It was.

Do you think what the

goddess said was true?

Inside every hero lurks

the potential for a monster.

From this night forward, the

goddess's protection will insure

that Akkad will be

great forever.

Tonight's celebration to Astarte

will be like none she has ever known.

My kingdom and powers

will know no boundaries.

Hail, Sargon.

Hail, Sargon.

Fong says he's enjoyed our company

but he'll be heading back to China now,

to return to the simple life of

being an acrobat for the emperor.

That's too bad.

We could use

another good man.

Psst. Come here!

Come here!

Where's everyone going?

The king has told us

to go to the arena.

Everybody. Keep moving, you little rats!

Something's not right.

You better go to the arena

while I go after Sargon.

I'll come with you.

I've never been a big fan

of command performances

and I suspect you'll

need the moral support.

Don't get yourself killed.

Not even a good death.

Nor you.

Come on.

Shouldn't we discreetly

climb a wall or dig a tunnel.

No time.

Halt!

State your business!

I'm here for

Sargon's black blood.

Stand aside and I won't

have to spill yours.

Trust me, you really

don't want to do this.

Impossible!

What sorcery is this?

My quarrel is not with you

but with that demon Sargon.

Let them pass.

Step aside.

Gods be with you.

I'm with him.

I've never seen

such a weapon.

Sit down now.

Goddess Astarte.

Hurry up!

Come on!

Anywhere. Just go.

Wait here.

This is personal.

Where are you two going?

There's no seats this way.

Who's the shifty-eyed stranger?

He's the entertainment,

for the crowd.

To keep them

from becoming unruly.

King Sargon salutes you,

citizens of Nippur.

Your great gift

insures the glory

and prosperity of Akkad...

Great gift?

...and the blessing

of the goddess Astarte.

I've got a bad

feeling about this.

And rejoice

in your new spirit.

Now.

What's going on?

Hmm?

Get away

from the walls.

Move! Open the gate.

Move out!

Mathayus.

Mathayus.

Father?

How can this be?

What magic is this?

No, my son, it is not

the magic that you think.

It is the wondrous power

and the miracle of the sword

that you hold that has

allowed us to meet again.

But I saw you.

I saw you in the Underworld.

A place you do not belong.

Prove to me

this is really you.

Remember

when you were

a very young boy

and sometimes

when you were frightened

I would put my arms around you

and whisper something in your ear

that only you and I

would ever know?

Remember?

Father?

You were a hero.

Why were you there?

We cannot escape our fate.

Scratch any hero

and a monster lurks beneath.

Feeling smaller

without your special sword?

You're not the one to talk,

hiding behind your trickery.

Father always said

you were a coward.

Shoot that one!

They're gonna

set us on fire!

What?

Okay! Let's split up!

Okay.

We can't let

the arrows hit the oil.

You come to avenge your

father, the great hero?

I fight for more

than vengeance now, Sargon.

I fight for what

my father once believed in.

And I fight for what

you've corrupted.

Mark that down, scribe.

Sounds like a good epitaph.

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