The Scorpion King 4: Quest for Power

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(MEN CHUCKLING)

(CAMEL SCREECHING)

MAN:
What's that?

Halt!

You there! Stop!

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

- Water.

- Who did this to you?

A monster.

The most hideous and deformed

creature to ever roam the desert.

They call him

the Scorpion King.

(MEN LAUGHING)

That's just an old campfire story.

The Scorpion King's not real.

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

Boo.

Take him!

(YELLS)

Sword!

(ROARS)

Really?

The most hideous,

deformed creature to roam the desert?

Well, you do look a little tired.

How come I always have to

get dragged by the camel?

Because I am the master

and you are the apprentice.

Uh, partner.

Helper.

Come on. I've followed you for a year.

Think of what we've

been through together.

We're a team.

Okay. Fine.

(CHUCKLES) Partner.

Live free.

Die well.

That must be the treasure room.

Allow me.

(TRAP RELEASES)

Hey!

Well, that's inconvenient.

Now what?

Don't move.

(GRUNTS)

Well, that wasn't too bad.

You were saying?

We could go back.

If that's where the treasure room is,

that's where we're going.

Ready? Watch out.

Now. And one, two...

Don't get any funny ideas.

With your breath?

Follow my lead.

I hope that's your knife in your pocket.

Get off!

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

There it is. The urn of Kings.

They say whoever can

decipher those inscriptions

will find the key to unstoppable power.

Do you believe that?

I don't need to believe it.

We just need to grab it and get paid.

Have a think about it, Mathayus.

The power. The glory.

With this, we could rule

the world together.

Wait.

Replace it with this.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Any more bright ideas?

Yeah. Let's go fishing.

Okay. Ready? Pull.

That's good. Go! Go!

Stop!

We should keep the urn!

No! I'm taking it to Al-Moraad.

I swore an oath to the King.

You have much to learn, Drazen.

And yet there's so much

you've taught me already.

What do you think you're

doing in my palace?

Um, redecorating?

Nobody steals from me.

(CLANGS)

(GROANS)

Stupid fool.

Get ready to die.

How's that for fishing?

Better late than never!

Getting a little...

Tie him up! Reel him in!

Get the urn!

- Hand it to me!

- Here.

Now let's get out of here.

Help me move this thing.

You are everything your

legend foretold, Scorpion King.

- You're betraying me.

- I've followed you long enough.

You see, I have bigger ambitions

than just being a warrior.

It takes more than a sword

and a crown to be king, Drazen.

But I have more. I have the urn.

(LAUGHS)

Thank you, Mathayus. For everything.

And this is why I work alone.

Mathayus of Akkad.

Last of the Black Scorpion Warriors.

Your Majesty.

You were chosen for one

simple but important task.

And I will complete that task.

Do you know who that is?

That's Lord Alcaman. The last

king to rule the entire world.

How did he do it?

He must have commanded a large army.

No. He was a sorcerer.

He walked on air, he commanded fire,

and he had dark magic.

And the key to his power is

painted on the side of an urn.

That urn is now in the hands of a fool.

I'll find Drazen.

I will hunt him down and bring

his head to you on a spike.

No. You won't.

Drazen wasn't only a thief.

He was also a spy.

Clever enough to fool us both.

He came from the Northern forest.

A kingdom called Norvania.

Your Majesty, give me a dozen men.

I will burn that castle to the ground.

I will bury them under it

and bring you the urn.

Sire?

This is a peace agreement.

You will give it to him.

You can't be serious.

Unless you bring me the urn,

we only have one choice.

Your Highness, I am not the person

that you send to make peace.

I will not go.

KING ZAKKOUR:
The location of Alcaman's

legendary fortress has been lost over time,

with all its secret magic locked inside.

Wise kings understood that magic

power is better left untouched.

It is too powerful in mortal hands.

The fate of the world rests

on your shoulders now.

Make peace, my warrior son.

There he is.

Father.

Look at you.

- How long has it been?

- One year.

Operating inside the

palace of King Zakkour.

Fighting alongside one of his

top mercenaries, an Akkadian warrior.

- An Akkadian?

- Yes.

And I suspect he is kicking himself now.

Why? Did you bring me something?

The urn of Kings.

Father, no...

You have delivered the

future of our great kingdom.

It's a key?

The Golden Key of Lord Alcaman.

If we can decipher its inscriptions,

it will lead us to powers

no kingdom can imagine.

And you have kept it from our enemies.

BOY:
What is that? What's on its back?

(CAMEL GROANING)

What manner of horse is that?

That's not a horse, you idiot.

It's called a giraffe.

They're from the Southern lands.

Sir...

(CHUCKLES)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Barkeep. Ale, please.

I need to see the King.

Stranger, he's not a nice man.

Best you finish your drink and leave.

Thanks for the advice,

but I still need to see the King.

I know the King. I work for him.

Oh.

You're in the royal band.

We are the King's guards.

You wanna get to him,

you gotta go through us.

Well, that could be fun.

Where are you from, stranger?

I have a message from King

Zakkour at Al-Moraad.

And I come in peace.

All by yourself? In Norvania?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, you're either the

dumbest man on Earth,

or I'm imagining this

whole conversation.

Let me see.

Nope, he's real.

Which means he must be dumb.

I come in peace.

Take me to your king. Please.

I have a saying.

The winner of a fight isn't the

stronger man or the more skilled man,

it's the hungriest.

Oh, well, then you must

win a lot of fights.

(CHUCKLES)

You can laugh. It's funny.

(SHOUTS)

(SHOUTS)

(SHOUTS)

(BAND STOPS PLAYING)

(BAND RESUMES)

(YELLING)

You messed with the wrong soldier.

(ROARING)

All right. You've won the fight.

Right.

Now would you please arrest

me and take me to your king?

I said, I need to see the King.

I'll give him your love letter.

(LAUGHS)

WOMAN:
Let me guess, you're innocent.

If you could only plead your case

to the King, he'd set you free.

Not that simple.

So you're not just innocent,

you're special.

(CHUCKLES)

What if I could arrange a meeting

for you with King Yannick?

Somehow I don't think the King's

royal planning is done from the dungeon.

I have connections, for a price.

You have money?

I'll see what I can do.

Hello, sugar love.

Evening, Roland.

Enjoy.

What's it say?

A servant will come, asking for a

volunteer to clean the stables.

Say yes. He'll be sure you

have a moment with the King.

Let me see that.

- It's in code. You wouldn't understand.

- I paid for it. Let me see it.

Don't be a brute.

I could always have one of

the guards fetch it for me.

That's a map of the castle.

Yes, but I wasn't lying about

the servant and the stables.

He comes every day.

And what are you doing

with a map of the castle?

My life's in grave danger.

You wouldn't understand.

Ah, so you're not just innocent,

you're special.

If you must know, I am Valina Raskov,

part of the original sacred

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