Allan Quatermain and the Lost City of Gold Page #3

Maybe next time.

(Dutchman) I figure you can choose

between the Wamusas, who'll rob you,

Tumatas, who'll desert you,

or the Mapaki, who'll eat you.

With all this going for me,

who needs to worry about getting lost?

Ah, mighty chief.

Slayer of elephants, eater-up of lions,

clever one, watchful one,

brave one, quick one,

whose shot never misses.

Grasp a hand and hold it

to the death. Quatermain.

That's me, all right.

Am I a stranger now?

Yah!

(yells)

Umslopogaas. And Groanmaker.

Hey, that's OK. I get the idea.

I'm glad to see you too.

You're a long way from home, aren't you?

I who am highborn, ay,

of the blood of a great king - a chief.

I am a wanderer. A man without a kraal,

with nought save my axe.

And you, Quatermain, why are you here?

I'm trying to put together a party

to go into East Africa,

but everybody but me is too smart to go.

They live and breathe fear. Not I.

Let the blow come quickly

and the blood run red.

I travel with five Askari

over whom I hold much influence.

- You have your party.

- Ah.

Quatermain.

Careful there.

That one's got a bloodthirst.

He also has five Askari

over whom he holds much influence.

Thank you.

Well, well, well.

Your image has haunted me, sir, and that

of your brother and the friends you seek.

I could not rest easy were I to let you

embark on a journey of such peril alone,

when it is I who possess

the legend's secrets.

- I guess that means you wanna come.

- No, no, no.

I don't want to come, but, sir,

it is a journey through legend,

shrouded in mystery, which I,

as your humble guide, will unravel.

Gee, and I thought it was just a trek

into unexplored Africa.

(speaks Arabic)

- Sir, a mystic experience awaits us.

- (screaming)

- Oh, no, it can't be.

- Yes.

I recognise that scream.

(screams)

(shrieks)

Attack! Attack!

(screams)

Hey, good-lookin'.

Quatermain!

Did you make a wrong turn?

America's about 6,000 miles that way.

- I'm glad to see you, too, Quatermain.

- I'm glad, just surprised.

We can always go to America.

We can always get married.

- Yeah.

- Right now I should be with you.

I want you to come

but you said it's too dangerous.

- You can't get rid of me with a lecture.

- I don't want you to get hurt.

I'm not gonna sit around worrying if

I'm gonna be a widow before I'm a bride.

- Jesse.

- Please, you can't ask me to do that.

- Jesse.

- I won't listen. You see? I'm not listening.

The walls of Jalpora.

Nice work. For a while I thought

we'd end up in Cleveland.

Proof that only a fool questions

the wisdom of Swarma.

Proof that even a blind monkey

sometimes finds a banana.

Wait.

(Jesse shrieks)

The guardians of Jalpora.

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