Dr. Phibes Rises Again Page #2

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

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