Allan Quatermain and the Lost City of Gold Page #4

- Rough neighbourhood.

- Yeah.

(thunder)

Perhaps I should wait here.

Meditate on our journey.

(thunder)

It is the stirring of restless souls.

What purpose do these walls serve?

Religious, possibly?

They don't belong here.

These stones are 3,000 miles from home.

- Gold.

- Gold?

A golden sun setting on a river.

A fiery river.

Did someone say "gold"?

- Is there a river near here?

- The Tana.

Maybe we follow the river to a golden sun.

Or to a golden city.

I think we're starting

to piss off somebody's god.

(Jesse and Quatermain scream)

- Oh, my God.

- No!

It's Hudson.

(Jesse) This is it, isn't it?

We're gonna die now.

Please, the stone! Shove back the stone!

Shove back the stone!

Your legs! Your legs! Oh, God! Oh!

Oh, God.

You all right?

The legend, of course, warned of this -

the ground devouring intruders.

The golden orb tempting the Fates.

So it comes to pass.

What's that?

- An Eshowe.

- War dress.

Yeah.

(speaks tribal language)

(speaks tribal language)

That doesn't sound too friendly.

It was friendly all right. He wants you

in exchange for using his river.

Can't we strike some other arrangement?

I'm sure going to try.

(speaks tribal language)

(speak tribal language)

Please, must you upset him?

Umslopogaas can't understand

why he prefers you to the tea kettle.

(yells)

(others yell)

Oh, my God.

- So, it was, I hope, a friendly parting?

- He hopes we enjoyed our last sunset.

- So what do we do now? Turn back?

- Too late for that.

We go as far as we can,

then sleep in the canoe.

The Eshowe are territorial.

We just try to get out of their territory.

(yells)

(groans)

Swarma, row. Jesse, reload.

Try putting it in the water.

Madam, I am a man of peace,

a man of prayer.

Good. Then pray you don't

have to use this.

Why?

Oh, no! Please!

Please!

Do you think we passed them?

(Quatermain) Not quite.

(battle cry)

(battle cry)

(squeals)

Oh, my God.

Swarma! The dynamite!

(yells)

(tribesmen gasp)

Oh!

The dynamite! Quick!

(tribesmen gasp)

- (shouts) Duva! Duva!

- What is it?

The spear didn't harm me

so they think I'm a devil.

- (tribesmen chant) Duva! Duva!

- Come on.

(tribesmen chant) Duva! Duva!

- Do you think they've given up?

- For now, anyway.

Depends on how long

they're scared of the devil.

Look!

Hold on!

(Swarma) Oh, I have died.

I have died.

Why did I not heed the legends

about this rotten trip?

Have I entered into the shadows

with this whimpering wretch?

I hate to disappoint you guys,

but I think we're still alive.

(Jesse) And we've lost another Askari.

(growling)

(Jesse groans)

(Jesse screams)

(Swarma whimpers)

(Jesse moans and sobs)

- (Jesse) Feel the heat.

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