An Arabic prayer is chanted on the soundtrack behind an image of an oblong, burnt-reddish sun. Workers dig inexorably with pick-axes through mounds of dirt to uncover ancient artifacts. At the base of the mound. Not of the same period. In the Iraqi marketplace on the streets of Mosul, with a throbbing, drumming sound, the strain is evident as Merrin's hand shakes when he takes his heart medicine.
Iron workers clang their hammers on anvils near a red-hot burning furnace.
Ominously, the swinging pendulum of the clock behind him stops working. He passes by prostrate Muslim worshippers and into a dark passageway. Nearby, two dogs begin fighting and snarling at each other in the dust. He again has a premonition that the amulet is a concrete manifestation that something evil has been unearthed - the soundtrack simulates an eerie, shrieking chord, symbolizing the loosing of ancient, pagan evil in the world. The camera zooms in on the face of the open-mouthed, fearsome creature.