King Solomon's Mines Page #2

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- What?

- You see? Quatermain knows.

There are hundreds of fake maps.

Hundreds of them.

Unscrupulous merchants

palm them off on unsuspecting tourists.

Any merchant will sell you a map.

All faked.

Maps? Maps? Forget about the maps!

Tell me where my father is.

Make him tell me where my father is!

Please don't touch it. It's priceless.

Priceless and not for sale?

That's just not you, kassam.

Formaldehyde.

The egyptians used natron. This is new.

- 4,000 years old and you call it new?

- More like four days. It's still wet.

You don't think...?

- Rupert!

- "Rupert"?

- "Rupert"? I've been swindled.

- You killed my father's assistant!

Where is her father,

you towel-headed creep?

I do not know, i swear.

Talk, kassam,

or i'll slice you into croc food.

I bought an authentic mummy.

I've been swindled, believe me.

If you don't start talkin',

i'm gonna start slicing.

Please, please. No, no.

No.

I have a sick child. Practically blind.

My statue! Oh, my god!

Kassam, i'm gonna have to shoot you

before she kills me.

That's bad luck for me.

(mutters)

These symbols... they're canaanite.

Oh, my god.

This is it, isn't it? This is the map.

Yes, yes. But you've ruined it.

- This is a map?

- Yes. You see?

The belly is the plain of nalog, leading to

the twin mountains, the breasts of sheba.

A dead rupert, the map -

this proves my father was here.

- Kill me and you'll never find huston.

- Then he is alive?

- Yes. Dogati and bockner have him.

- Bockner?

It disgusts me. Greedy men trying to force

professor huston to translate the map.

- Where is he?

- Your father is stubborn.

That's what's kept him alive. And that's

why they want the girl, to use as leverage.

I am personally repulsed

by such a concept.

- Where is he?

- I do not know.

Aagh.

(gunshots)

No more pushing me around! Get up!

You're trapped, both of you.

- I'll take care of him.

- Jessie, no!

I'll fix him.

Thank you, miss huston.

You took care of him all right.

If we live through this, which is doubtful,

remember - guns you shoot,

knives you throw.

Watch this, kassam.

You've got two choices - run like hell

or climb up and put it out so we can talk.

- You've got 20 seconds.

- Allahu akbar!

Come on. Let's get out of here.

(speaks turkish)

Come on.

Coward.

Seeing you dying is going to

give me such pleasure, quatermain.

I've got it!

- They've still got my father.

- Getting killed won't help him. Hide her.

No!

- Umbopo, please let me go.

- I'll protect you.

This ends your stupidity in tongola.

A map destroyed, time wasted - a disaster.

The map is here, in huston's head,

and we have him.

Schweinehund! Your refusal to talk, your

impertinent stubbornness, is delaying us.

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