Dr. Phibes Rises Again Page #3

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?

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