The Making of 'The Scorpion King 2: Rise of a Warrior' Page #4

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Oh, and you

have a better idea.

Okay. I've decided.

We're gonna continue

on our journey to Knossos.

And you're gonna lead me

to the Sword of Damocles.

My friend, such a journey

would be fraught with perils.

The Underworld is a grim and

dangerous place of condemned souls

suffering unspeakable...

How much do you want?

Exclusive rights to compose

an epic ode of your quest

and one hundred silver

staters, for expenses.

Wait. A hundred?

For risking my life,

it's a pittance.

A lady doesn't part

with her dowry that easily.

Here we go.

First of all,

I'm coming along.

Wait. Forget it.

Second, you will treat me

with respect and as your equal.

If not, your superior.

Thirty-fifth, you will launder my

undergarments daily in fresh rosewater.

Forty-seventh, you will bathe and

rub my feet with olive oil once a day.

Don't push it.

Hey, Greek.

Call me Ari, my sweet.

In case you get any funny

ideas about losing us

or making off with my

money, just remember this.

Akkadian women are just as handy

with a dagger as Akkadian men.

I'm sure that's not the only

thing you're handy at, fair maiden,

whose beauty makes even

goddesses blush with envy.

Hey, save your flowery words

for your scribblings.

Focus on the task at hand,

which is getting

us into that.

Alive.

Of course.

Perhaps, Layla here might

use her feminine wiles

to distract the guards

whilst we slip past them.

This I have to see.

Hi, boys. Nice night, isn't it?

Concubines around back.

Nice. She is quite the charmer,

isn't she?

You should see her

in a bad mood.

Hmm.

Guys!

Come on, let's go.

These keys should get

us into the palace.

But then we need

to find the labyrinth.

The portal to the Underworld

lies within the labyrinth.

Get down!

Let's go.

Intruders

in the palace!

Stop them!

Intruders!

Hurry up.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm in!

Come on!

Come on!

Ow! Watch your sword.

I think

I've found something.

I think it's a lever.

Hey,

don't touch that.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine, too. Thank you.

Who are you people?

Why are you imprisoned here?

He says they are

captives from many lands.

All brought here

to be fed to the Minotaur.

The what?

What do I expect from people

who write on clay tablets?

The Minotaur.

A creature

half man, half bull.

A crazed monster whose appetite must

be satisfied daily with human flesh.

King Minos believes that the

Minotaur protects the city,

and as long as it lives,

his reign will be secure

and the people will prosper.

And you were

going to tell us when?

At the appropriate moment.

Speak up sooner next time. We

don't even know who this guy is.

Who will join me

in battling this monster?

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