Sinbad and the Minotaur

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SINBAD AND THE MINOTAUR

Pericles?

Where are the others?

- Dead.

All dead. Your son...

- That thing is not my son.

Forgive me.

My King, I did not mean...

But... but the Royal Chronicles.

A war lost.

A kingdom destroyed.

My line cursed by the gods.

Burn it.

My King!

My King! My King!

Don't! I beg you!

There is only death!

- I said burn them!

But the Chronicles!

All the secrets are...

Burn the Chronicles and you

will destroy the curse!

King Minos?

ARABIA:

1000 YEARS LATER

I'll give you three

camels for the dancer.

How does it look, Sinbad?

- Dangerous.

I couldn't agree more.

Back to the ship it is.

Not exactly.

Sinbad! A key that can

unlock a great fortune.

Did it ever occur to you

that the old witch may have

had another 10 keys,

each with its own tall tale

to hike up the price?

- Of course it did.

But then again,

what if she didn't?

Why is it always the

long shot with you?

She dances better

than all of our wives!

This is a bad idea.

These men are slavers,

not antique-collectors.

- Rumors would suggest that

their master is otherwise.

When she shakes like that,

I'm not thinking about her belly.

I told you it would be easy.

Well, trouble always is

with you, Sinbad.

It's the getting out

that concerns me. -Details.

So, what exactly are

we looking for, anyway?

The bull-headed

seal of King Minos.

King who?

- Minos.

A long-dead Greek who stole

the head of the Colossus.

Colossus?

Colossus of Rhodes' Colossus?

As in 'one of the Seven Wonders

of the World' Colossus?

- That Colossus.

Sinbad, you've dragged us

here in search of legends.

The Colossus stood

a thousand years ago,

and this Minos, King Minos,

is nothing but a myth.

Careful.

It's booby-trapped.

A myth, you say?

Now, the enchanted key

should disarm it.

Are you sure?

What is it?

The Chronicles of King Minos.

Within these pages is the location

of the greatest treasure

the world has ever known.

- The head of the Colossus.

A giant thing. Made

of pure gold. -Pure gold?

I like the sound of that.

To arms! To arms!

Bring round the weapons!

Who's that?

- Where? -Company?

Over there in the

tent! Come on.

Go.

Stick to the shadows.

I'll buy us some time.

I'll meet you on

the dunes. -Quickly!

There he is!

- Here I am.

Catch me if you can!

- Let's get him! Move!

You go around the back!

Around that way!

Over here!

There!

Don't let him escape.

We can't let him escape.

The master will kill us.

Where did he go?

- I lost him.

Look over there.

- Hurry.

I can't see them anywhere.

Ladies.

I'm just passing through.

They can't hear you.

They're gone.

What do you mean, "gone"?

Al-Jibar, the master

of the house.

He's a sorcerer. He

steals people's minds.

Sorcerers.

I hate sorcerers.

Wait! Please, you have

to take me with you.

Hardly.

- I'll scream.

No, you won't.

Guards!

Go!

You idiot.

If you've allowed some filthy

desert pig to plunder my harem,

I'll have my eagle pluck out your

eyes and feed them to my dogs.

Up, whores.

Up.

Where's my prize?

Tara?

I'm here.

Forgive me.

I screamed because I

thought I saw a rat.

I was just indecent.

Modesty.

You'll have to lose that.

Master! Master.

They've got one

of your treasures.

Oh, how is this possible?

The thieves subdued the guard.

- No, the case, you fool. The case.

The whereabouts of

the head of the Colossus,

a thousand years sealed.

Only the enchanted key

can disarm it.

No-one, no-one in all that time, not I,

not I, even the great Al-Jibar,

has been able to force

open the enchanted seal.

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