The Mole People Page #3

In either case

you must be destroyed.

You will die

in the fire of Ishtar.

Bentley!

Come on!

Bentley!

(SCREAMlNG)

The light. Their eyes

can't tolerate the light.

(ALL GROANlNG)

Help him up, Jud.

Stop! Stop! Do not run!

Guards! Do not run!

(FOOTSTEPS PATTERlNG)

We won the first round.

Look at him.

No pigmentation.

Without sun or ultraviolet rays

they turn into albinos.

The pupils are enlarged to let

in the maximum amount of low-intensity light.

The optical nerve

must be hypersensitive.

That's why they couldn't

stand the light.

And how have they survived here?

What do they eat?

What happened to the mind,

the memories of the past

in the world of light?

So many questions.

So many questions.

And why is it necessary

for them to kill us?

They have to kill us

because we made them doubt

their world is the only world,

their answers

the only answers.

Look out!

Lafarge, wait!

Lafarge, wait!

Wait!

We must get away from them.

We have to get out of here.

If we go back to the temple,

we are lost.

All right, Lafarge,

all right.

We've been going down all the time.

It's getting hotter and hotter.

The air is getting worse.

I can hardly breathe.

(ROARlNG)

- What was that?

- I don't know.

Lafarge, you wait here.

BENTLEY:
Come on, Jud.

Listen.

(ROARlNG)

(WHlPS CRACKlNG)

(BEASTS GROANlNG)

(ROARlNG)

Beasts! Guards! Get them!

- The button's jammed!

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on, Lafarge! Come on!

- It won't work.

Forget it. Come on!

I can't go on!

BELLAMIN:
You have to!

Come on!

Lafarge, wait!

(GRUNTlNG)

(LAFARGE SCREAMS)

Well, at least Lafarge is

at rest where he always lived,

in a world of the past.

Oh, we're right back

where we started.

There's bound to be

a way out of here.

There's fresh air.

It has to come from somewhere.

Why don't we get back

to the river and try and swim out?

Now, you know as well as I do

that river runs underground for miles.

In the King's name...

Do not use the burning light.

We come to you as friends.

I wouldn't count on that.

What do you want?

Since you have shown

that you possess the divine fire of Ishtar,

the King is now convinced

that you are holy messengers.

Are you speaking

only for your King?

The King's will

is law for all.

He has ordered me to

assure you of his friendship

and to invite you

to a royal feast.

We are most grateful.

Where is the absent one?

He was called back

to heaven by Ishtar.

Follow me.

And why did Ishtar send you

to our kingdom?

To see how you live,

to learn of your needs so she can help you.

Does she not know us through our prayers?

Does she not reward us for our sacrifices?

Does she not see us

with her all-pervading eyes?

We are her eyes.

Then you will see.

Our kingdom is your home.

Mushrooms?

Why not?

It's one of the few things

that can grow without the Sun.

Come here!

Do not interfere.

The King's will is the law.

The fire of Ishtar

is the law.

So be it.

You have fondness for her,

have you not?

Yes.

She belongs to you.

Go.

The Gods do not favor

trading human beings.

Human? She is a marked one.

- Are there many like her?

- No.

Rarely is one born

with the mark of darkness.

And the others like yourselves.

How many are there?

Twice and a half times 60.

Well, that's not very many.

It is a sacred number.

The highest number that

our sacred food can nourish.

Well, what do you do

when your population exceeds that number?

We kill them.

We sacrifice them

in the fire of Ishtar,

the like of which you possess

within that cylinder.

Speak.

The beasts of the dark

have desecrated our dead.

They took the body of the guard

that was slain by the intruders.

When they were finished

with it, they left it in the tunnel.

All the flesh had been torn

from the body.

You've apprehended them?

l have, O Priest.

Kill them.

Let us now bless

the spirit of the Earth.

Ishtar has given us the food of the tunnels,

the fish of the river,

and the sacred milk

of the goat.

Above all, we glorify Ishtar

for giving us power

over the beasts of the dark,

that they may

till the Earth beneath us,

so that Sharu, King of Kings,

his children and his children's children

may live in strength

and rule the world.

So be it.

Well, even if there is a way

out, we'll never find it.

Not without help.

- You mean the albinos?

- No.

Well, surely you don't expect

the beasts of the tunnel to help us.

Why should they,

after what's been done to them?

Five thousand years

of slavery.

The planned degeneration

has turned men into beasts.

There's no help there, Jud.

Thank you, Adad.

Lie down, my Lord.

Well, go right ahead, Rog.

Don't mind me.

l will watch you

while you're away.

- Away?

- In your dreams.

What about you? When do you

sleep, Adad? Or do you?

l sleep when my

sleeping time comes.

Your sleeping time?

But how are you able to tell?

Here, in my heartbeat.

One, two, three.

But you're not counting

all the time, are you?

No, l just feel it

all the time.

What happens when

your heart beats faster?

It matters not.

It is my heart, it is my time.

Look, Adad,

you'd better go home.

This is my home.

The King has ordered it so.

Well, never mind the King.

You're free to go. Understand?

Free? What is free?

Well, if you wish to go,

you go, and if you wish to stay, you stay.

That's being free.

Then l am free,

because l wish to stay.

But you're in danger.

Danger? Why?

Because we're different

than your people.

They fear us

and may try to harm us.

You're different, too,

and if you're with us, it may remind them.

What are you going to do?

Try to get back

to our world.

There's nothing

beyond darkness, my Lord.

Are you sure of that?

Have you never in your life heard of a world

of light above the darkness?

No, my Lord. Never.

Well, then,

let me tell you about it.

The world of light changes

color with every heartbeat.

(PLUCKlNG STRlNGS)

There are mighty rivers and places

where the land is covered with living things.

And then there are the cities.

Beautiful cities filled with

many people like you and me.

You're speaking of heaven,

my Lord.

Maybe l am. Maybe l am.

Well, that's one way

of doing it.

What is it?

Steam from an

underground spring?

Something hotter

than that. Lava.

Figure this one out.

You tan hides with tannic acid

made from tree bark, right?

What do they use?

Want me to ask them?

No, not now. Let's go.

BENTLEY:
The Egyptians were able to weave

very fine materials out of wool.

The stuff they're weaving here

looks like burlap.

Well, the finer cloth

is loomed by the priests.

One of their trade secrets.

l sure would like to

get out of here.

And that is not all.

The King has shown weakness

and poor judgment.

He believes in the divinity

of these intruders.

Dealing with the divine

is our office.

It we abandon the smallest

particle of it to outsiders,

our position will soon

come to naught.

But are these outsiders

not divine?

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