Dr. Phibes Rises Again/Transcript

They're 3,000 years old.
Let me show you another aspect of this.
Where's that model of the mountain?
- In the hold.
- Then I'll tell you tomorrow.
But, Biederbeck, I won't be able
to sleep. I must know, tonight.
I'll get it. Have you discussed
this with anybody else?
Of course not.
And, Ambrose, I forbid you to
tell anyone of this conversation.
Probably one of these.
Let's see now.
No. No, that's not it.
Huh!
Not quite the kind of
model I'm looking for.
It might just be
stored in here, sir.
Empty, I suppose.
Pity.
Ah! That looks more like it. Yes.
Thank you very much. I mustn't
keep you from your duties.
- I could quite easily just...
- I can manage by myself.
- As you say, sir.
- Thank you. Good night.
Good night to you, sir.
What the hell?
Come in.
- Biederbeck.
- Yes, Captain?
I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news.
I have made two sweeps and
found no trace of your friend.
Very well, then. That's that.
I'm afraid that we must
face up to the fact that...
Well, time is running
out, Mr Biederbeck.
No doubt you'll resume
your normal course.
Good heavens, no!
Naturally, I intend to use
my every power to find him.
We shall search until
dawn, if necessary.
But you said yourself, there's
no hope. It's been two hours.
This delay is intolerable.
Please bring your
ship around, Captain.
I remind you that the navigation
of this ship is my responsibility.
I shall, of course, bear
your suggestion in mind.
- Was he a good swimmer?
- I have no idea, Captain.
I suppose he never...
How can I put this?
I supposed he never
touched the bottle?
Then how'd he get in there
in the first place?
The blighter must have
drunk his way in.
I come back from leave and the
first thing I find is this!
Oh? What's that, then, sir?The incredible legends of
the abominable Dr Phibes
began a few short years ago. All
them are, unfortunately, true.
It was here, in London's
fashionable Maldine Square,
whence Phibes ventured out to
work his diabolical revenge
against those responsible for the
death of his beloved wife Victoria
and the destruction
of his own face,
making it necessary to talk through
an ingenious mechanism in his neck.
My wife existed only six minutes
on the operating table.
You murdered her.
When the acid reaches him, he
will have a face like mine.
The minds of Scotland Yard were
baffled as the murders continued,
each more fiendish than the last.
And in his basement of his mansion,
none could hear his flamboyant
songs of triumph and revenge,
played on his organ and by his
ingenious clockwork musicians.
We have got to find Phibes.
Only by a stroke of amazing luck did
the police seek out Maldine Square.
But the fiendish Dr Phibes was
prepared for such an emergency,
and, building his face anew,
he entered the crypt, where he
had enshrined his beloved wife,
incredibly maintained neither
alive nor completely dead.
And there Phibes placed himself
in suspended life, like her,
until it would be time for
Phibes to rise again.
It's as if he disappeared
off the face of the earth.
Phibes lay in darkness three
years, until the moon,
coming into proper conjunction
with the eternal planets,
shone upon the golden moon of the crypt,
pulsing with a fantastic life of its own.
Lifeblood then flowed
back into Phibes,
great wheels and motors
sprung into motion,
and Dr Phibes once more
walked upon the Earth.
Victoria, for three years
I have rested beside you.
Tonight, the glorious moon has
risen to the exact position
which last occurred
2,000 years ago,
signalling the opening
of this crypt
and the beginning of our
greatest adventure.
We shall embark to
the land of Egypt,
where, years ago, in a mountain
overlooking the Valley of the Pharaohs,
I did prepare for us
a wondrous shrine
unknown by any living man.
There, my beloved, awaits the
key to resurrection for you
and eternal life for both of us.
And, once again,
I call on you, Vulnavia.
Come one more time,
my trusted aide.
Join me and my beloved,
for we have work to do to
bring her back to life.
Thank you, my dear, for
answering my call.
Upstairs, in my safe, is a
most precious map of papyrus,
the way to a Pharaoh's tomb,
beneath which flows each 2,000
years the River of Life.
We must make haste and find
the river at its flood.
Let us go upstairs and
prepare for our journey.
No! No!
While I slept in sweet oblivion,
who dared destroy my house?!
The safe.
The safe!
Could it still be here?
There!
What fiend has taken it?!
Only one who seeks eternal
life as I do. Biederbeck!
The papyrus. And yet,
paradoxically, worthless.
Yes, Ambrose, worthless.
For without my interpretation of the
translation it has no value or significance.
Three years it took me to come upon
this grand and final realisation.
It was the one... the one piece
I had searched for my whole life.
May I, Biederbeck?
Ah.
So this is the papyrus that
I've read so much about.
I've made no secret of it.
When they demolished a
house in Maldine Square,
it came into the hands of a dealer who
contacted me, knowing of my interest.
This seems to be almost a matter
of life and death to you.
You're a strange man.
Acclaimed as one of the most brilliant
minds in the Western hemisphere,
- yet you seem obsessed with...
- Yes?
The spiritual, the
mythical aspect of life.
Of course I'm obsessed with life.
And somewhere in Egypt that
obsession will be answered.
This... This is all hypothesis.
Five years ago I
toured the whole area.
Indeed, Ambrose.
And nothing.
I remember looking down
upon the whole valley.
That, my friend, was
your greatest mistake.
You looked down. Did it never
occur to you to look up?
- The sky?
- Exactly.
That's where the answer lies.
The stars.
The moon.
The sky is the key.
While you look down, I look up. The rings
of Saturn, when were they discovered?
- Beginning of the 18th century.
- Exactly.
And yet, look here.
See? Plainly marked.
And that map is 5,000 years old.
And this.
Only a fragment, but
what significance!
It's a page from the log of a Phoenician
ship. Notice the positioning of the stars.
A chart more sophisticated than anything
we allowed for in our calculations.
And, finally, this.
The Temple of Ibiscus.
- That's where we're going.
- What do you hope to find?
If there's treasure, gold, it's yours.
I'm seeking something more.
- What more do you want?
- I like to think he wants me.
I can tell by your face, you've forgotten.
We're dining with Princess Rica.
I'm sorry. I'll go up and change.
Make Ambrose a drink, will you?
- When are you two going to?
- Get married? You'd better ask Darius.
Perhaps after this trip.
Sometimes it's like... as if he's
going to Egypt for my benefit.
Every day he grows more preoccupied with
something. I wish I knew what it was.
Oh, Ambrose, I don't want to go!
- But I thought you wanted to go.
- No, I wasn't talking about tonight.
Well, are we ready?
Here we go, then.
Huh! Come along, my dear.
At least the meal
should be interesting.
We should get a good
claret, anyhow.
Darius, we can't keep the princess
waiting. Blue blood, you know.
So, once more I have been forced
to kill for you, Victoria,
only that you may live again.
For here, where mystic
lines converge,
we'll find the door that separates
the living from the dead!
I see.
Has he any known relatives
in this country, sir?
It would seem most unlikely.
May I ask how long has he
been in your employment?
- That is academic. The papy...
- That may be...
Don't interrupt me!
It damned well is so.
The papyrus is missing, and that's all I'm
concerned about. Not this postmortem.
Now let's get our priorities right. A man
has been senselessly killed, murdered.
All right, so he has. But I
have been senselessly robbed.
Curious as that may seem, the latter is
all that I care about. Do you understand?
Find the papyrus, and that will lead you
to the killer. But find the papyrus first.
You have 24 hours.
Now, this papyrus, who exactly would
know that it was in your possession?
Any interested party. I made
no secret of its purchase.
But it would interest only a few scholars...
all, I assure you, above suspicion.
No, Trout, what you are looking for
is a common thief who was surprised.
A man who pierces the skull of
another man with a golden snake?
That's not a common
thief, sir. With respect.
- With respect, what are you suggesting?
- That it was a calculated act.
By a man who knows the
true value of the papyrus?
Yes, sir.
No force in all the
world can stop us now.
For in a mountain range
where Pharaohs once reside,
a palace I have built
beneath the stone.
And there we'll wait until the great
appointed tide reveals a secret door,
through which we'll find new life.
And now, bon voyage to all of us.
With you, Victoria, safe in your
sealed abode, we drive to Southampton.
Then Channel, then the open sea.
Come, Vulnavia, we sail!
Ah, sweet Victoria, what happy
times of years ago I think of now.
It won't be long, my love,
before we've reached our goal.
And moving, breathing, you in
my arms again and I in yours.
In Egypt I shall find the key,
the key to the elixir of life.
June 1st. At sea, bound for Egypt.
I'm taking three drops
of my elixir of life.
The vials are almost empty.
If I fail in Egypt, I am doomed.
"Awaken, O sick one!
Thou has slept."
"They have lifted thine head
toward the horizon. Appear!"
"Thou art justified against those
that sought to do thee harm."
One of my favourite passages
from The Book of the Dead.
All relating to the divine incarnation
and the phenomenon of rebirth.
Singularly appropriate, Ambrose.
Our voyage has now begun, Vulnavia.
Though brief, the time aboard this
ship will seem too long, I know,
so eager are we to arrive in Egypt
and complete the preparations
I began long years ago.
Here, in the mountain
marked on this papyrus,
beyond corridors which led once
to a Pharaoh's hidden tomb,
awaits the key to
resurrection and to life.
I shall decipher it!
Nothing, nothing will stop me now!
I must tell Victoria, hidden safe
below away from curious eyes.
We have but three short weeks
until that glorious day.
How would you pinpoint the most
important part of the globe?
Rocks erode and fall.
Sand changes daily, hourly.
Rivers flood, twist,
form new courses.
Topographically, the world is in
a perpetual flux. But the sky...
The sky remains the
one constant factor.
What are all these theories
of yours leading up to?
They're not my theories alone.
Ancient civilisations knew
about this, capitalised on it.
To what end?
The return of the
life force, Ambrose.
As I say, they're not my theories.
They're 3,000 years old.
Let me show you another aspect of this.
Where's that model of the mountain?
- In the hold.
- Then I'll tell you tomorrow.
But, Biederbeck, I won't be able
to sleep. I must know, tonight.
I'll get it. Have you discussed
this with anybody else?
Of course not.
And, Ambrose, I forbid you to
tell anyone of this conversation.
Probably one of these.
Let's see now.
No. No, that's not it.
Huh!
Not quite the kind of
model I'm looking for.
It might just be
stored in here, sir.
Empty, I suppose.
Pity.
Ah! That looks more like it. Yes.
Thank you very much. I mustn't
keep you from your duties.
- I could quite easily just...
- I can manage by myself.
- As you say, sir.
- Thank you. Good night.
Good night to you, sir.
What the hell?
Come in.
- Biederbeck.
- Yes, Captain?
I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news.
I have made two sweeps and
found no trace of your friend.
Very well, then. That's that.
I'm afraid that we must
face up to the fact that...
Well, time is running
out, Mr Biederbeck.
No doubt you'll resume
your normal course.
Good heavens, no!
Naturally, I intend to use
my every power to find him.
We shall search until
dawn, if necessary.
But you said yourself, there's
no hope. It's been two hours.
This delay is intolerable.
Please bring your
ship around, Captain.
I remind you that the navigation
of this ship is my responsibility.
I shall, of course, bear
your suggestion in mind.
- Was he a good swimmer?
- I have no idea, Captain.
I suppose he never...
How can I put this?
I supposed he never
touched the bottle?
Then how'd he get in there
in the first place?
The blighter must have
drunk his way in.
I come back from leave and the
first thing I find is this!
Oh? What's that, then, sir?
"The Gloucester Squirt murder."
"The Gloucester Square murder."
I can hardly read your writing.
"On arrival, I discovered the
man's body surrounded by..."
- Balls.
- Look here, Trout!
- On the snooker table, sir.
- What?
Oh.
"...balls on the snooker table."
"Cause of death was apparently
by a small gold... snake"?
"...which entered
the man's left ear,
and, having pierced the skull,
reappeared through the right."
In one ear and out the other, sir.
"Death, it would appear,
was... instantaneous."
Brilliant! Why was his employer, the main
witness, allowed to leave the country?
It was a delicate matter,
involving a difficult gentleman.
You're dealing with a more difficult
one now! Do you know what time it is?
- After one.
- I've been waiting since nine!
I was called out last night.
- Where to?
- Er, what's it called? Fawley.
- Never heard of it.
- It's at the mouth of Southampton Water.
A man's body had been washed up.
- Fallen overboard?
- In a sense, sir.
Men fall overboard all the time.
That's what the locals are for!
This one was inside a bottle, sir.
- Do what?
- He was inside a bottle.
Glass, it was. About
seven feet long.
Corked?
To Egypt, and our arrival here.
My compliments to you, Vulnavia.
You have done wonders
with the local fish.
But we must not dally.
While Victoria safely sleeps, we
must hasten to the caves within
and learn what time has wrought
since last I ventured there.
See, Vulnavia!
Not a thing has been disturbed.
Some minor decorating,
some touching up,
and it will seem like home.
Lights!
Music, Vulnavia!
A song of celebration.
Unveil the band.
- We're looking for a madman, sir.
- You've bloody well found one!
Do you realise that this
is Saturday afternoon?!
We thought we'd have a little
talk with you in private...
We do appreciate you coming
at such short notice, Mr?
Lombardo. I didn't have much option with
a police car rolling up outside my club.
Frightful intrusion! And, as I
say, on a Saturday afternoon.
- Well, it is a rather delicate matter, sir.
- Oh?
- We've, um...
- We've found a body.
- I didn't know you'd mislaid one. Whose?
- Ambrose's.
- The man who fell off the...
- Ah, him!
Yes, sir.
If it's about insurance, it's much too
early for me to commit. I mean...
Well, it seemed pretty obvious
that he was... pissed.
- We're loath...
- I beg your pardon?
loath to involve anybody
else at this juncture.
But we have a strong reason to
believe that he was murdered.
- Murdered?
- Killed.
Yeah, I got that.
Shoved the old boy off, eh?
- Did you know the gentleman?
- Not intimately, but professionally.
He went on cruises to the Middle
East. He was an archaeologist.
Digging around in the dirt.
Like you chaps.
- Quite.
- This may seem an obvious question, sir,
but on this passenger list was there
anyone you'd describe as at all...
how shall I put it... odd?
The whole ruddy lot of them.
No, that's a slight exaggeration.
No, I wouldn't say
exceptionally odd.
Oddish?
Well... is that it?
For the time being. Thank you.
If you should have second thoughts,
we would like to hear from you.
All right, you can rely on me.
We do have a lot of eccentric
people on these tours.
- It takes all sorts.
- Incidentally, there was a woman...
Oh, well. Another
story, another time.
Whatever they ask for, we
try to keep them happy.
- We get chaps wanting pianos.
- Really, sir?
I suppose if it helps
the old thing along.
Quite so, sir.
We are grateful for...
Do you know, on this last trip,
a fellow wanted an organ.
Well, I'll be off.
Would you say that again, sir?
Well, I'll be off.
No, no, no. Just before that, sir.
- The organ?
- That's it.
I think he was
probably an organist.
The girl stipulated that
it be a cinema organ.
- Which girl?
- The girl who did the booking.
Was her employer's name Phibes?
Phibes? No, Smith.
Get a hell a lot of Smiths.
Smith, thank God for that. Thank you.
That was a nasty moment.
- This girl who did?
- Don't waste the man's time.
- Did you see the man at all?
- No, I didn't. I just saw the girl.
She was a very beautiful girl.
Very tall. You'd have liked her.
There was something strange.
I suppose she was an entertainer.
Of course. Fellow's on the boards.
Wanted a bit of practice.
- Did he take anything else?
- Organ music, bound to suit those Arabs.
Clockwork musicians, life-size clockwork
musicians. That isn't all they took.
They took a lot. I've got
the details in my office.
I'd like to come along and take
a look. You didn't see the man?
No, I didn't see the man. I just saw the girl.
She did the lot. She did the paying and...
- Did she pay by cheque?
- No. Cash.
- Return fare?
- No, single.
Single. One-way.
Maybe... he won't come back.
It's Phibes, all right, sir.
And he always comes back.
You know the saying:
Build a better mousetrap and the
world will beat a path to your door.
Every time we've built a better mousetrap,
sir, Phibes has built a better mouse.
What the hell's that?
Nothing to do with me, sir.
Are you sure it's not one of your?
What do you mean, one of mine?
Oh.
So sorry, I must have
dropped right off.
- May we ask why you're here?
- I've come to see Mr Waverley.
Would you like me to go, sir?
- I'm Waverley.
- Oh, isn't that nice?
Such a sweet man showed me in.
I'm an Ambrose, you know.
- Ambrose? You're?
- Cousin of the late Harry.
We were very sorry about that.
It must have been a great shock.
Not all that close, I'm afraid.
We kept in touch occasionally.
I thought he was a
mysterious old bird.
Can you tell us anything that
might be of any help, Miss... er?
- Am... brose.
- Ambrose.
Did anybody bear him a
grudge, or anything?
Er, it's hardly likely, isn't it? He spent
most of his time leaping round the world.
It's possible, I suppose, though.
Hm.
Just before you came in I took the
liberty of looking at this map.
That's not where they're
going at all, you know.
- Who?
- Biederbeck and that lot.
Now... here.
This is much more likely.
- Where the devil is everybody?
- Mr Biederbeck, I'm Hackett. I imagine...
The instructions were for everyone to wait
until I arrived at the base camp. Everyone.
Hm.
Well?
Stewart and Baker couldn't wait.
They've gone off to the mountain.
- To do what?
- They were getting a bit impatient.
- And Shavers?
- Oh, he's around.
- Hackett.
- Come on.
- Come on where?
- You stay here and rest. Come on.
No man should go near that mountain
alone. Nobody knows what's in there.
Sleep on, my sweet Victoria,
for regal claws of sacred birds
guard well your place of rest.
For those poor fools that dare
intrude, the penalty is death.
Argh!
Did you have a good dinner?
Do you realise what this is?
A secret room, hidden from
view so long as it is flooded.
But now, as the moon
rises towards a zenith,
the waters have receded and
they flow underground,
perhaps into the hidden
River of Life itself.
Somewhere through there,
Vulnavia, awaits our answer.
What Pharaoh of what forgotten
dynasty rested here,
before he drifted on the bosom of
what stream beneath these stones
to find eternal life?
A secret compartment
beneath the sarcophagus,
large enough to hold Victoria.
What other secrets lie within?
A key.
An actual key!
How ironic and how clever.
When I find the lock it
fits, I'll have the answer.
- Shavers! Baker! Where are you?
- Straight ahead, Biederbeck!
- Just what do you think you're doing?
- Oh! Er...
It's just a preliminary sortie.
- On whose authority?
- Didn't realise we needed permission.
Stewart, when you're older,
perhaps you'll respect authority.
You might keep in mind that
you're a member of my team.
And, er, is this
your mountain, sir?
- I regard it as such, yes.
- Are we to take that literally, sir?
You may take it however you wish.
But I give the orders.
Any explorations will be planned
and led by me. Understood?
You know, we're not
exactly amateurs here.
If discoveries are to be made, it'll require
individual effort and intellectual freedom.
There are no prima donnas here.
Discoveries will be made by the
team, under my directions.
Then perhaps you'll be so kind as to
enlighten us. Where is all this leading to?
- In good time.
- Darius?
- Not now.
- It's usual for all information to be pooled.
- I've no doubt, but you will...
- It's rather urgent.
- What is it?
- I have a little... discovery of my own
that I think you ought to see.
You mustn't let this upset you.
Upset me? A man has
just been killed.
You're in the desert,
not taking tea in Mayfair.
Curious as it may seem, you
don't have to remind me.
I've drunk lots of tea in Mayfair
without finding bodies at my feet.
Would you just trust me?
- Trust?
- Yes, trust.
How far is that gonna get me? Or us?
How can I? You don't trust me.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's clear to me, you don't
trust me and you won't tell me.
Your attitude has changed. Suddenly
human life means nothing to you.
- Have I ever said that?
- No. But I just have.
You're so callous now.
- Is that what you really think?
- Do you honestly care what I really think?
Of course I do.
It's just that I...
- It's just that I can't explain it.
- What's holding you back?
I mean, it's that, isn't it?
Why does that big mountain
have so much hold over you?
What is it that goes on in there?
How lovely she looks, my darling,
on her way to her last brief
sleep before awakening.
She shall rest where
none can find her.
I am protecting you, Victoria,
from those who would discover us.
I shall eliminate
them all, one by one.
Yes,
even Biederbeck himself,
if need be, my beloved.
In this secret compartment, made
by artisans millenniums ago,
you shall rest like
the princess you are.
For when the moon next comes full,
the waters of the Nile and the tides
within the seas will somehow meet,
and life will flow within your
veins and love within our hearts.
Er, we've got enough trouble around
here without you dreaming up more.
That kind of trouble
I can take any time.
Yes, well. She belongs
to Biederbeck.
- Don't we all?
- Yes. But some more than others.
As you have nothing better to do,
perhaps you'll unload the other truck.
Er, what truck?
Hackett's truck.
Get a good night's sleep.
You still haven't told me
what you expect to find.
- Tomorrow.
- Now, Darius. I'd like to know now.
Tomorrow.
What the hell's going on?!
You're mad.
You're bloody mad!
For God's sake, man, I'll die!
If music be the food
of love... play on...
Give me excess of it...
No.
Here with a loaf of bread
beneath the bough,
a book of verse, a glass of beer...
That's Omar Khayym, sir. Yes.
I'm a bit apprehensive
about finding the others.
- Do you think you know where we are?
- Trout, I don't think, I know.
- I don't think you know either, sir.
- Keep your place, Trout.
Sorry, sir.
Now, then.
Cairo is, erm...
over there.
And by the same token,
the Red Sea is over there.
- In that direction...
- Yes?
- England.
- Yeah. Yeah, quite so, sir.
How do we find the mountain range where
Biederbeck and Phibes are headed?
There are times when I worry about you.
All we have to do is to ask someone.
- Out here, sir?
- Why not? Bound to be somebody.
- Ah, there! There's somebody.
- Where, sir?
Erm...
Three dunes east. Hop to it,
man. Start the tank.
- Hackett, I need you.
- What's all this about?
I've sent Baker and
the workmen up there.
- Why are we taking the truck?
- Just get in!
We broke through a wall,
found a gold sarcophagus.
Already, underground
waters have begun to rise.
Somewhere within this maze of
tunnels a new river will crest,
along which we will glide,
through gates which will be
revealed to us, Vulnavia.
The gates which can be unlocked
only with the silver key.
Come! I must tell Victoria.
Those devils! To take from me
the two treasures of my life?!
I shall get them back.
Who tries to stop me will die!
It certainly is a remarkable find.
How he knew it was there beats me.
He went straight to it.
- I think it calls for a celebration.
- Yes. Champagne?
Yes.
A key!
Why a key?
Oh, I don't know, but
something's been biting him.
Who's this, then?
Darius.
Stewart's back.
Don't let him go away.
I'll be out soon.
He's not going anywhere.
Please, you must come now.
I suppose we'd better
take him down.
Why? I don't understand.
Who could conceive of such
a bizarre way to kill?
A man called Phibes, sir.
Dr Anton Phibes.
They have taken you from
me, my sweet Victoria.
But fear not, for I
shall recover you,
and they will suffer for this
outrage with their lives!
With Stewart, he's
now killed four men.
- Recently. If you care to go further back...
- Trout.
Yes, but why? What possible
reason could he have?
Well, Biederbeck?
The papyrus.
If he stole it, it means we have
the same goal, the same purpose.
- No, that's impossible.
- Impossible?
Impossible or not, we must
get back to civilisation.
Yeah, especially the young lady.
Yes, I'm afraid you're right. Baker, first
thing tomorrow, take Diana out of here.
- The rest can follow later.
- And your good self, sir?
There's one thing I
must do before I leave.
- If you value your life, you'll...
- That's precisely why I'm staying.
A remarkable man.
I hardly know him, but I've never met
anyone more completely dedicated.
That poor girl. What she must have
gone through in the past few days.
Why the hell did he bring her out?
Curiously enough, I think she was the
reason he came here in the first place.
- Listen, Diana...
- I'm listening.
You're my whole life, everything.
Please, darling, if nothing
else, you must know that.
I'm beginning to wonder if I
do know anything about you.
I can't tell you any more.
I mean, not that you'd understand.
But the mountain must
be the key to it.
Possibly, Trout, but it's
all purely academic.
Now, we only got as far
as an inner chamber,
but it looked as though
there's a warren of tunnels.
Every move I make, this whole affair,
concerns our future together.
Well, if it's anything like now,
it's going to be pretty awful.
It won't be. I promise you.
- It's just that I...
- What? What were going to say?
- I...
- Say it.
It's just that these next few hours
are of desperate importance to me.
This expedition isn't really the reason we
came here, is it? There's something else.
- We could search the mountain and...
- Search it?
One needs a warrant to make
a search. You should know that.
I know, but...
We can't charge into somebody
else's mountain. This isn't Hyde Park.
Baker.
Sleep in the sarcophagus tent tonight. Be
ready to leave in the morning with Diana.
What is it Shakespeare says, sir?
Thus unconscious doth make
strange bedfellows of us all.
Don't worry, Trout.
Do you know what I'm dying for?
What, sir?
A nice, big, warm...
What?
Glass of milk.
- Would you like me to get one?
- No. That's all right.
Dear girl, man the machine.
What's going on?
Help. Help!
Argh!
Argh!
Get me out!
- At least we're sure of one thing.
- Hm?
- Nothing can happen on a night like this.
- Yes.
Victoria,
those who have tried
to take you from me,
so have they paid
the terrible price.
This water, placid now,
is but a calm deception.
For beneath this mountain,
when moon and water reconcile,
the secret River of
Life will be revealed.
The key!
Where is the key?!
What's the matter?
Where's Baker?
Baker.
Poor devil.
Quite.
He's taken the sarcophagus.
But I still have the key.
That storm last night, Phibes
must have used that as cover.
- Used it? He probably summoned it!
- All the Arabs have gone.
I don't blame them. I say, I don't blame
them! It's the obvious thing to do!
- I found the truck up by the mountain.
- And the sarcophagus?
- Oh, well, that's gone.
- Just as I expected.
But what were they doing there?
I mean, who drove the truck up there
in the first place? Where's Baker?
He had a bad night, sir.
Come along, Biederbeck.
I'm still staying.
Look here, I have a responsibility.
You have a moral responsibility but, as far
as I'm concerned, no actual jurisdiction.
- I'm staying.
- But no one's got the better of Phibes.
To our knowledge he's already killed
15 men. You can't hope to win.
Don't speak of hope to me,
Trout. I mean to win.
Hackett, with Baker gone,
you take Diana out of here.
If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I'd
like a word with her before she leaves.
Darling, would you come with me?
- Hackett, put her suitcase in the truck.
- Come along, Trout. Strike camp.
Yeah. We ought to get these tents
down too, and be on our way.
What about Baker? Should
we dispose of his body?
I don't know about his body. We
should give his head a decent burial.
Listen.
It's the Scottish Fusiliers!
My God! It makes you
proud to be British.
Out here? How marvellous!
Yes, it's probably
some desert patrol.
Britannia's cloak covers a
large section of the globe.
We must tell them about the others.
I mean, that way, they'll be safe.
Yes, that's true enough.
But I mustn't leave you.
I'll go with you, Mr Hackett.
What?
Er, no. No, but you're
absolutely right.
A platoon of that lot ought
to put Phibes in his place.
Don't go anywhere.
Hackett!
He has nothing to say, sir.
Where's Diana? My God,
Phibes must have her!
- You've no chance!
- He'll kill you like the others!
I'm not like the others. Phibes may put
the fear of God in you, but not me.
Now, stay out of my way!
Oh, dear, dear, dear. He really
is being a trifle heavy-handed.
He's being bloody offensive! If it
wasn't for Miss Trowbridge... Come on.
Biederbeck!
Wait!
- After him.
- Yes, sir.
- Phibes!
- So, we meet at last, Biederbeck.
- Where is she?
- Waiting. As we all must wait.
Play your foul games with me. If ever
a man deserves to die, it's you.
You cannot threaten the
dead with death, my friend.
Only with life, eternal life.
So that's it, the key.
- My key.
- No.
I've searched for years.
The Temple of Ibiscus, the River
of Life. It's mine, Phibes!
Then your beloved will die, for
only the key can save her now.
You lie. The key controls
the gates, nothing more.
The key controls the gates and much
more... the life of your Diana.
And you have only three
minutes to use it.
Now... save your Diana.
Diana!
Diana!
Observe, my sweet Victoria,
that as the sacred
waters drain away
the final revelation is before
us... the gates to eternity.
Go, Vulnavia,
and let our victim know the
full measure of our wrath!
What an amazing thing.
Don't do that.
- Sir?
- Fellow's toenail.
What we really need, sir, is a ram.
Yes.
You have so little
time, Biederbeck.
- What kind of fiend are you?
- The kind that wins, my friend.
It is a pity, in a way.
We have so much in common.
- You flatter yourself.
- I think not.
For years I have had
one terrible obsession...
to find the River of Life.
Once used by the Pharaohs of Egypt,
it lies beyond those gates.
A river that gives new life,
again and again and again.
- Why do you think I came here?
- You have all the life you need.
No more, Phibes. The elixir that
gave me youth for 100 years is gone.
This vial, this vial has sustained me
for many years, suspended time and age.
- But no more.
- How long?
How many years?
Too long to remember. Too long
to throw it all away now.
I, too, have searched, Biederbeck,
but not for myself.
For my Victoria.
I offer you the same goal...
the life of your beloved.
But hurry.
When the bough breaks, my friend...
It could be a trick. Why should
I trust you, of all people?
Not me. The ancient artisans
who built these chambers.
When those gates are unlocked, the
waters from Diana's pool will drain out
and she will be free.
Save her. Don't be a fool!
Soon it will be too late!
- For whom?
- For us all.
Especially Diana.
Every second brings her
closer to a terrible death.
Can you pay that price, Biederbeck?
The key!
- The devil take you, Phibes.
- The devil take me?
Not for some considerable
time, I trust.
Now, if Biederbeck went through there
and he was running pretty fast...
- Well, I'll be blowed!
- And then...
Now wait a minute. Phibes must be out
first, otherwise we would have...
Yes, I think...
I think I've got it.
- We'll get her out all right.
- Phibes has finally failed, eh?
No. He's won.
Come on, Trout.
Come, Vulnavia, your work is done.
Join us on the other side.
What's that?
Nothing.
Phibes!
Wait!
Phibes!
Phibes!
Phibes, I beg you,
let me come with you!
Phibes, for once have mercy!
Don't worry, darling. It's
not the end of the world.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why, oh, why can't I?
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