The Rock and Michael Clarke Duncan: 'The Scorpion King'

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We have killed,

Babylonians!

We have killed,

Mesopotamians!

We have killed,

Assyrians!

Mycenaeans!

Sumerians!

But-

we never had the pleasure

of killing-

an Akkadian!

Which limb do I

take first?

May the gods have pity on you!?

Because my brother, will not!

You missed!

You're lucky

we have the same mother!

LoS PiRaTaS 2OO2

by Kurgan

Before the time of the pyramids

a fearsome horde came from the east-

and swept across the barren lands

of the ancient world.

By the law of the horde their greatest warrior

was proclaimed their king.

His name was Memnon.

He was the greatest swordsman

the world had ever seen.

With the predictions of a sorcerer who

could foretell the outcome of every battle-

Memnon slaughtered all

who resisted him-

until only a

brave few remained.

Silence!

My father has called

for silence!

Hold your tongues!

We are gathered in this place

to put our differences aside.

There is still

time for us.

The last of

the free tribes.

To stand together

against this tyrant.

With his sorcerer

at his side-

no mortal can

defeat Memnon.

And if the sorcerer

were to die?

What then?

It's too late for

your schemes, Pheron.

I've raided Memnon's caravans,

broken the supply lines to his troops-

but he still swept across

the land like a plague.

I will not send my people to their deaths

in a battle that can't be won.

And what people would that be,

Balthazar?

You are the ruler of

Nothing-

but a pile of rocks-

and sand.

If I'm no king-

why are you on your

knees before me?!

Balthazar?!

Akkadian's!

I thought they were wiped out long ago!

They are the last

of their kind.

By their hand,

the sorcerer will die.

You put your faith in a clan

of cutthroats who kill for money?

They are more than that!

They are skilled assassins-

trained for generations

in the deadly arts.

And what price, do these

mercenaries ask from us, father!

But that's the last of

our treasury.

Be quiet!

If these men kill the sorcerer,

will you fight?

So be it!

As long as one of us still breathes-

the sorcerer will die!

Assassin!

Him-

we kill for free.

We can reach Memnon's

encampment by nightfall.

When are you going to get rid

of that filthy beast?

He doesn't mean anything

by it.

Horses are faster.

Camels are smarter.

That one is mine.

Live free.

Die well.

Stop!

Listen to me!

I am a high priest of Seth.

Spare me and I shall bless thee

in five different languages.

You're screwed in five

different languages.

Wait!

Not that heavy.

Look out for the fat one!

He's behind you!

Help me!

Help me!

Whoever you are!

Thank you, thank you!

Good sir!

Quiet!

Surely, you heard of the enormous

reward for my safe return?

The sorcerers tent!

Back!

That way!

Find the other one!

You been betrayed,

Mathayus.

You know my name?

And why you're here.

He's in the tent!

A living, breething

Akkadian!

This is a rare pleasure!

I hear you trained yourself

to bear great pain!

You must teach me this.

If you live long enough.

Not looking so full of yourself,

are you now, assassin.

You.

You betrayed your own father.

Yes.

He was very shocked.

You could tell on the look

on his face.

By my fathers head-

I pledge my allegiance.

You've proven your loyalty,

Takmet.

This one still lives.

Beautiful.

Bring him to me.

Mathayus.

Live free!

Die well, my brother.

So.

How shall this one die?

He shall not die tonight.

Really?

- We shall see.

- Nor shall he die by your hand-

or any hand you command.

You have seen this

in a vision?

To ignore this, would bring

great misfortune.

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