The Scorpion King 3: Battle for Redemption Page #2

Great gods!

What do they feed you cats over here?

Olaf. Olaf!

Olga?

Bye, Olaf.

Die well.

I've heard tales of such beasts.

They look hungry.

Don't run.

I'm running!

Sire, news from

King Ramusan's palace.

Talus has declared

war on Ramusan.

Fetch me the rest

of my generals.

We march tonight.

Fetch them!

Yes, Sire.

By the gods, Talus,

I will spill your

blood myself for this.

The jungle has been

known to swallow men whole.

I've heard tales of half-monkey

men drinking human blood.

Excuse me if I don't

consider a north country barbarian

an expert at jungle warfare.

With any luck, we'll make

Ramusan's palace by Sundown.

Sire, we captured one of

Cobra's rebels for interrogation.

Ramusan's army is on the move,

but the king remains at

the palace with the Book.

And still no sign of Cobra.

What have we?

Officer?

Or do I give too much

credit to these heathens

to assume some proper

chain of command?

Where is Cobra?

Is he planning an ambush?

He's not shown his face in days.

Where is he?

Perhaps I should speak

just a little bit louder.

Might you hear me now?

Horus will

send an army,

if he has not done so already.

We must not wait

to take Ramusan.

Send a detail of

men to attack tonight.

I could give you two more.

Two for you.

Come celebrate beautiful cobra.

Come celebrate flesh.

Very cheap.

Thank you.

Fat chicken for you.

Your Highness!

We spotted a detachment of Talus'

army approaching from the South!

- Move into the palace!

- Come on!

Quickly!

Down the line! Go!

Prepare to

close the gates.

Move!

Quickly!

Olaf,

we may be too late.

If we're too late, we're

still getting the gold, right?

Focus. Look down there.

Those are Talus' men.

I count 50 men

in Talus' royal colors.

More like 60, 65.

We need a plan.

Really? I thought we'd just

run down there yelling

and thumping our chests,

try and scare them to death.

That's not a bad idea.

Secure the gate!

Secure the main door!

They come

for the Book.

These men are assassins.

Talus wishes for me

to die without honor,

while my people defend the land

they have owned for centuries.

He must never taste victory,

only the copper sting

of his own blood. Right?

What is this?

Defend the gate!

We could try

gorilla fighting.

Chimps attack in numbers,

like an army trying to

overwhelm their enemy.

The gorilla does not have

the benefit of numbers.

He makes the enemy

bring the fight to him.

More cunning.

More deadly.

One gorilla is

better than 50 chimps.

Well, you're not

as dumb as you look.

Or sound.

I'm not even gonna

talk about the smell.

What are you talking about?

I smell delicious.

Bring in the beasts!

Second positions!

It's time for battle.

Let's crack some skulls.

Repel the ladders!

Horus has forsaken us, men!

Hold your positions!

Hey. Oil.

VVhoosh!

Fight with me to the end!

If we cannot have life,

we will have honor!

Don't retreat!

Move to the wall!

Regroup!

I should have never trusted an

outsider to come to our aid.

There's something outside!

Attack formation.

Quick march. Formation!

We cannot see them!

Horus has

fulfilled his promise.

Let's get the gold.

Sire, Akkadian and

this guy.

You're expecting diplomats?

Actually, yes.

Maybe we should've just asked the

bad guys to leave the king alone.

Stop.

In any case, we are grateful to

King Horus for his assistance.

And not a moment too soon.

Your men have my warmest

invitation to enter the palace.

- My men?

- Your army.

The men waiting in the jungle.

There's no army, Your Highness.

Just us.

Oh.

Well, I am impressed

to say the least.

Thank you. Thank you.

Normally a victory celebration

would be in order, but...

But you can't afford to spend

any of our gold on it.

Yes, we need to

discuss the gold.

There isn't any.

I'm sorry, I thought he just

said there isn't any gold.

That can't possibly be true.

Draw your sword, idiot.

Please, please,

put away your swords.

There is no deceit.

My offer to King Horus

was made in good faith,

but war, as you know,

has its cost,

and this war has

cost me everything.

That being said,

you've both traveled a great

distance to come to our aid,

and this kingdom owes

you a tremendous debt.

Oh.

You shall pay in treasure.

Well, that will

also be acceptable,

provided, of course, that it

is something of great value.

By the gods, that is...

A vision of beauty.

Reminds me of my Olga.

You misunderstand.

I do not propose this piece

of art as your payment,

but rather its subject.

My daughter, Princess Silda.

I offer to you my daughter's

hand in marriage as your reward.

Lucky bastard.

Very well. I accept.

No doubt an offer

difficult to decline,

but have you forgotten

there are two of us?

The necklace that she is wearing

is the Eye of Gods medallion.

I thought that was a myth thieves

told their children at bedtime.

You mean to tell me it's real?

Apparently so.

The gods be praised.

We shall have it.

Yes...

Something died inside of you.

Where is

the princess?

Talus has her.

He kidnapped her to

force my surrender.

But as much as I love my daughter,

my people must come first.

I shall hold off Talus here

while you rescue Silda.

Save my daughter and earn

your seat at the royal table.

You and a princess.

You mean to kill me.

Still, your aim is truer

than my palace guards.

You know, I have a mind to free your

hands for I may starve to death.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Better.

You'll definitely be my queen.

Though your resistance

to me is as preposterous

as your affinity

to those savages

in the jungle that

you call your people.

They are no more people

than the palace monkeys

that wipe my bottom.

I mean, you see?

I am a benevolent,

highly entertaining ruler

worthy of your hand.

You will see this.

You will see this, or I will take out

your eyes and feed them to the ravens.

Sire!

News from the East.

My champions

have held off Talus.

King Ramusan's

palace is secured.

Looks like

Talus is preparing for battle.

Right here.

Line them up.

Where are they

taking those prisoners?

To

The front lines.

What?

I have a plan.

This better not involve me.

What business

have you, heathen?

I hear you're paying

for front line fodder.

Piece of silver for every day

one survives the battle.

You look like you're good.

Oh. No, no, no. Not me.

My slave here...

We might get a whole week out of this one.

Have fun.

This way.

- Sire.

- Yes?

A messenger brings news.

Your assassins failed to take the palace.

They were defeated

by an outside force.

The messenger believes Cobra

came to Ramusan's aid.

Fall in formation!

And you know this how?

Messenger.

Are you a sorcerer?

Or do you speculate, huh?

Oh, fear not.

Only a heartless rogue

would kill the messenger.

Kill him.

- Wait. Please.

- No! No!

Quick work of those savages,

press forward without mercy.

Ramusan's army

approaches, My Lord.

Prepare for battle!

Attack order!

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