The incredible legends
of the abominable Dr. Phibes
began a few short years ago.
All of them, unfortunately, true.
It was here in London's fashionable Maldene Square
Whence Phibes ventured out
To work his diabolical revenge
Against those responsible
for the death of his beloved wife Victoria
And the destruction of his own face,
Making it necessary to talk
through an ingenious mechanism
In his neck.
My wife existed only 6 minutes
on the operating table.
You murdered her.
When the acid reaches him,
he will have a face
like mine.
Oh!
The brilliant minds of Scotland Yard were baffled
as the murders continued,
each more fiendish than the last.
And in his soundproof basement of his mansion,
none could hear his flamboyant songs
of triumph and revenge
played on his organ and by his ingenious clockwork musicians.
We have got to find Phibes.
Only by a stroke of amazing luck
Did the police seek out Maldene Square.
But the fiendish Dr. Phibes
Was prepared for such an emergency,
And building his face anew,
He entered the crypt
where he had enshrined his beloved wife--
Incredibly maintained--
Neither alive,
nor completely dead.
And there, Phibes placed himself
in suspended life, like her,
until it would be time
For Phibes to rise again.
Gad! It's as if he disappeared
off the face of the earth.
Phibes lay in darkness 3 years.
Until the moon, coming into proper conjunction
with the eternal planets,
shone upon the golden moon of the crypt,
pulsing with a fantastic life of its own.
Lifeblood then flowed back into Phibes.
Great wheels and motors sprung into motion,
And dr. Phibes once more
walked upon the earth.
Victoria,
For 3 years,
I have rested beside you.
Tonight, the glorious moon
Has risen to the exact position
Which last occurred 2,000 years ago,
Signaling the opening of this crypt
And the beginning of our greatest adventure.
We shall embark
to the land of Egypt,
Where years ago, in a mountain
overlooking the valley of the pharaohs,
I did prepare for us a wondrous shrine,
unknown by any living man.
There, my beloved, awaits the key
to resurrection for you
and eternal life for both of us.
And once again,
I call on you,
Vulnavia.
Come one more time,
my trusted aide.
Join me and my beloved,
for we have work to do
to bring her back to life.
Thank you, my dear, for answering my call.
Upstairs in my safe
is a most precious map
of papyrus--
The way to a pharaoh's tomb,
beneath which flows,
each 2,000 years,
the River of Life.
We must make haste
and find the river
at its flood.
Let us go upstairs
and prepare for our journey.
No, no!
While I slept in sweet oblivion,
Who dared destroy my house?
The safe.
Could it still be here?
There.
What fiend has taken it?
Only one who seeks eternal life as I do--
Biederbeck.
The papyrus--
And yet, paradoxically worthless.
Yes, Ambrose, worthless.
For without my knowledge or my interpretation of the translation,
It has no value or significance.
3 years it took me to come upon
This grand and final realization.
It was the one...
the one piece I'd searched for my whole life.
May I, Biederbeck?
Ah.
Ah,
So this is the papyrus
That I’ve read so much about.
I've made no secret of it.
It seems that when they demolished
An old house in Maldene Square
It came into the hands of a dealer
Who contacted me,
Knowing of My interest.
This seems to be
Almost a matter of life and death to you.
You're a strange man.
Acclaimed as one of the most brilliant minds
In the western Hemisphere,
And yet you seem obsessed with--
Yes?
With the spiritual, the mythical aspect of life.
of course I'm obsessed with life,
And somewhere in Egypt, that obsession will be answered.
This--
This is all hypothesis.
5 years ago, I toured the whole area.
Indeed, Ambrose...
And nothing.
I remember looking down upon the whole valley.
That, my friend, was your greatest mistake.
You looked down.
did it never occur to you to look up?
The sky?
Exactly.
That's where the answer lies--
In the stars,
the moon.
The sky is the key.
While you look down, I look up.
The rings around Saturn-- When were they discovered?
The beginning of the 18th century.
Exactly...
And yet, look here.
See?
Plainly marked,
and that map is 5,000 years old.
Yes.
And this...
Only a fragment, but what significance.
It's a page from the logbook
of a Phoenician trading ship.
Notice the positioning of the stars.
A chart far more sophisticated
Than we allowed for in our calculations.
And finally,
This--
The temple of Ibisis.
that's where We're going.
What do you hope to find?
If there's treasure-- gold, Ambrose-- it's yours.
I'm seeking something more.
What more do you want?
I like to think he wants me.
I can tell by your face you've forgotten.
We're dining with princess Rica.
I'm sorry.
I'll go up and change.
Make Ambrose a drink, will you?
When are you two going to...
Get married?
You'd better ask Darius that.
Well, perhaps after this trip.
You know, sometimes it's like...
As if he's going to Egypt for my benefit.
Every day he grows More preoccupied
With something.
I only wish I knew What it was.
Oh, Ambrose, I don't want to go.
I thought You wanted to go.
Oh, no, darling, I wasn't talking about tonight.
Don't worry.
Well, are we ready?
Well, here we go, then.
Huh.
Come along, my dear.
Well, at least the meal should be interesting.
Oh, you'd get a good claret, anyhow.
Darius, we can't keep the princess waiting.
Blue blood, you know.
We will return at twelve.
Huh! Huh!
Hah!
Hyah!
Huh! Oh!
Hyah!
so, once more, I have been forced to kill
For you, Victoria.
Only that you may live again,
For here where mystic lines converge...
We'll find the door
That separates the living
From the dead.
I see.
Uh, has he any known relatives
In this country, sir?
It would seem most unlikely.
Mmm. Well, may I ask--
How long has he been in your employment?
These questions are academic, Inspector.
- The papyrus-- - That may be--
Don't interrupt me.
It damn well is so.
The papyrus is missing,
And that's all that I'm concerned about,
Not this prolonged post mortem.
Now, now, let's just get our priorities right.
A man has been senselessly killed-- Murdered.
All right, so he has,
But I have been senselessly robbed.
Curious as that may seem to your police mentality,
The latter is all that I care about, do you understand?
Find the papyrus, and doubtless,
That will lead you to the killer,
But find the papyrus first.
You've got 24 hours to complete your investigation.
This papyrus--
Who exactly would know that it was in your possession?
Any interested party. I made no secret of its purchase,
But it would be of interest to a few international scholars--
All, I assure you, completely above suspicion.
No, Trout, what you are looking for is a common thief
who was surprised.
A man who pierces the skull of another man with a golden snake?
That's not a common thief, sir. With respect.
With respect?
Just what, then, are you suggesting?
That it was a calculated act.
By a man who knows the true value of the papyrus?
Yes, sir.
No force in all the world
Can stop us now,
For in a mountain range
Where pharaohs once reside,
A palace I have built beneath the stone,
And there we'll wait
Until the great appointed tide
reveals a secret door
through which we'll find new life.
and now,
bon voyage to all of us.
With you, Victoria,
safe in your sealed abode,
we drive to Southampton,
then the channel, then the open sea.
Come, Vulnavia,
we sail.
Ah, sweet Victoria,
what happy times of years ago I think of now.
It won't be long, my love,
Before we've reached our goal...
And moving, breathing,
you in my arms again and I in yours.
In Egypt, I shall find the key--
The key to the elixir of life.
"June 1st, at sea, bound for Egypt.
"I’m taking 3 drops of my elixir of life.
"the vials are almost empty.
"if I fail in Egypt, I am doomed."
"awaken, o sick one,
"thou hast slept.
"thy have lifted thine head towards the horizon.
"appear,
"thou art justified against those
"that sought to do thee harm."
One of my favorite passages
From the Book of the Dead...
All relating to the Divine Incarnation.
Of the phenomenon of rebirth.
Singularly appropriate, Ambrose.
Our voyage has now begun, Vulnavia.
Though brief, the time aboard this ship
will seem too long, I know,
So eager are we to arrive in Egypt
And complete the preparations
I began long years ago.
Here...
In the mountain,
Marked on this papyrus,
Beyond corridors,
Which led once to a pharaoh's hidden tomb,
Awaits the key to resurrection
and to life.
I shall decipher it.
Nothing...
Nothing will stop me now.
I must tell Victoria,
Hidden safe below away from curious eyes.
We have but 3 short weeks
Until that glorious day.
How would you pinpoint
the most important part of the globe?
Rocks erode and fall.
The sand changes daily, hourly.
Rivers flood, twist, form new courses.
Topographically, the world is in a perpetual flux,
But the sky...
The sky remains the one constant factor.
What are all these theories of yours leading up to?
Not my theories alone, Ambrose.
Ancient civilizations Knew about this,
Capitalized on it.
To what end?
The return of the life force, Ambrose.
as I say, they're not my theories. They're 3,000 years old.
Let me show you another fascinating aspect of this affair.
where's the model of the mountain?
In the hold.
Then it can wait. I'll tell you tomorrow.
Biederbeck, I won't be able to sleep.
I must know tonight.
I'll go and get it.
Have you discussed this with anybody else?
Of course not.
And, Ambrose,
I forbid you to tell anyone of this conversation.
Probably one of these.
Ah. Let's see now.
Ah, no. No, that's not it.
Ha, ha!
Not quite the kind of model i'm looking for.
It might just be stored in here, sir.
Ha, ha!
Empty, I suppose.
Pity.
Ah, that looks more like it.
Yes. Well, thank you very much, officer.
I mustn't keep you from your duties.
I could quite easily just--
Oh, I can manage by myself.
Well, As you say, sir.
Thank you. Good night.
Good night to you, sir.
What the hell?
Come in.
Mr. Biederbeck?
Yes, captain.
I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
I have made 2 sweeps of the area
And found no trace of your friend.
Very well, then.
That's that.
I'm afraid that we must face up to the fact that...
Well, time is running out, Mr. Biederbeck.
And no doubt you'll resume your normal course.
Oh, god. Heavens, no.
Naturally, I intend to use my every power
To find him.
We shall continue to search until dawn if necessary.
But you said yourself there's no hope.
It's been 2 hours.
This delay is intolerable.
Please bring your ship around, captain.
I would remind you, Sir,
That the navigation of this ship
Is my responsibility.
I shall, of course, bear your suggestion in mind.
Was he a good swimmer?
I have no idea, captain.
I suppose he never...
How can I put this?
I suppose he never touched the bottle.
then how the hell did he get in there in the first place?
the blighter must've drunk his way in.
I come back from leave,
And the first thing I find on my desk is this!
Oh? What's that, Then, sir?
"the Gloucester Squirt murder.
"the Gloucester Square murder."
I can hardly read your writing, for a start.
"on arrival, I discovered the man's body surrounded by..."
Balls.
Look here, Trout...
On the snooker table, sir.
What?
Oh.
"balls on the snooker table."
"cause of death was apparently By a small gold...
"snake
"which entered the man's left Ear at great speed,
"and having pierced the skull, reappeared through the right."
In one ear and out the other, sir.
"Death, it would appear, was instantaneous."
Oh, brilliant.
Why was his employer, the principal witness,
allowed to leave the country?
It was a delicate matter,
And I was dealing with a difficult man.
You're dealing with an even more difficult one.
Do you know what time it is?
Uh, it's just after 1:00, sir.
I've been waiting for you since 9:00.
I was called out last night, sir.
Where?
What was it called? uh, Forley.
Never heard of it.
It's in the mouth of Southampton water, sir.
A man's body had been washed up.
Fallen overboard?
In a sense, yes.
Men fall overboard frequently.
That's what the locals are for.
That's what I complain about here!
This one was inside a bottle.
He what?
He was inside a bottle.
Glass, it was,
About 7 feet long.
Corked?
To Egypt and our arrival here.
My compliments to you,
Vulnavia.
You have done wonders with the local fish.
But we must not dally.
While Victoria safely sleeps,
We must hasten to the caves within
And learn what time has wrought since last I ventured there.
See, Vulnavia.
Not a thing has been disturbed.
Some minor decorating, some touching up,
And it will seem like home.
Lights!
Music, Vulnavia!
A song of celebration.
Unveil the band.
We're looking for a madman.
Well, you've bloody well found one.
Do you realize that this is Saturday afternoon?
We'd have a little talk with you in private,
As you're the shipping agent.
We appreciate you coming along
at such short notice, mr...
Lombardo, and I didn't have much option, did I,
With a ruddy police car rolling up outside my club?
Frightful intrusion.
And, as I say, on a Saturday afternoon.
Well, it is a rather delicate matter, sir.
Hmm?
We've, um...
We've found the body.
Well, I didn't know you mislaid one. Whose?
Ambrose's.
The man who fell off the...
Ah, him.
Yes, sir.
If it's about insurance,
It's much too early for me to commit.
Well, it seemed pretty obvious that he was, uh, pissed.
We are loath--
I beg your pardon.
Loath to involve anybody else at this juncture.
But we have a strong reason to believe that he was murdered.
Murdered?
Killed.
Yeah, I got that.
Shoved the old boy off, eh?
Did you know the gentleman?
Not intimately, but I knew him professionally.
He was always going on cruises to the Middle East.
He was an archaeologist,
Digging around in the dirt.
Like you chaps.
Right.
This may seem a rather obvious question,
But on this passenger list,
Was there anyone you would describe as at all--
How shall I put it-- odd?
The whole ruddy lot of them. No. That's a slight exaggeration.
No. I wouldn't say exceptionally odd.
Oddish.
Well... Is that it?
For the time being.
Thank you.
If you should have second thoughts
about the smallest thing,
We'd like to hear from you.
You can rely on me. I'll think about it.
We do have a lot of eccentric people,
as I’ve said, on these tours.
It takes all sorts, doesn't it?
I must tell you, there was a woman--
Oh, well, tell the story another time.
Whatever they ask for, we try to keep them happy.
We get chaps wanting pianos in their suites.
It helps the whole thing along.
Moonlight sonata And all that.
Yes. We are grateful to you for coming along.
On this last trip, a fellow wanted an organ.
Well, I’ll be off.
Would you say that again, sir?
Well, I’ll be off.
No, no, no. Before that.
The organ, you mean?
Yes, yes.
I don't think. He was probably an organist.
I remember the girl stipulated
that it be a cinema organ.
Girl?
The girl who did the booking.
Was her employer's name Phibes?
Phibes? No, Smith.
We get a lot of Smiths.
Smith. Thank god for that.
Thank you again, Mr. Lombardo.
This girl who did--
Don't waste his time! We've got jobs to do.
Did you see the man at all?
No, I didn't see the man.
Only the girl.
She was a very beautiful girl, Very tall.
You'd have liked her.
There was something strange about her.
I suppose she was probably an entertainer.
Of course. There's the answer.
Fellow's on the boards. Wanted a bit of practice.
Anything else with him?
Organ music. Bound to go down well with those Arabs.
Clockwork musicians.
Life-size clockwork musicians.
That isn't all they took.
I've got all the details over at my office.
I'd like to come along and take a glance.
You didn't see the man?
No, I didn't see the man.
I saw the girl. She did the whole lot.
She did the paying--
Did she pay by check?
No, no, no. Cash.
Return fare?
No. Single.
Single? One-way?
Maybe he won't come back.
Oh, it's Phibes all right, sir,
And he always comes back.
You know the saying, Trout.
Build a better mousetrap,
and the world will beat a path to your door.
Every time we've built a better mousetrap
Phibes has built a better mouse.
What the hell is that?
Nothing to do with me, sir.
Are you sure it's not one of your...
What do you mean, one of mine?
Oh.
Very sorry. I must've dropped right off.
May we ask why you're here?
I've come to see Mr. Waverley.
Would you like me to go, sir?
I'm Waverley.
Oh, isn't that nice?
Such a sweet man showed me in.
I'm an Ambrose, you know.
Ambrose? You're--
Cousin of the late Harry.
We were very sorry about that.
It--it must've been a great shock.
Not all that close, I'm afraid.
We kept in touch occasionally.
I thought he was a mysterious old bird.
Can you tell us anything that might be of any help,
Miss, uh...
Ambrose.
Did anybody bear him a grudge or anything?
Well, it's hardly likely, is it?
I mean, he spent most of his time leaping round the world.
It's possible, I suppose, though.
Hmm.
Just before you came in, I took the liberty
Of looking at this map.
That's not where they're going at all, you know.
Who?
Biederbeck and that lot.
Now...
Here.
This is much more likely.
Where is everybody?
Mr. Biederbeck, I'm Hackett.
I imagine The others Will be--
The instructions were for everyone to wait
until I arrived at the base camp--
Hmm.
Well?
Uh, Stewart and Baker couldn't wait.
They've gone off to explore the mountain.
They've gone off to do what?
They were getting impatient.
And Shavers?
Oh, he's around.
Hackett.
Well, come on.
Come on where?
I'm sorry, stay here and rest.
Damn it, Hackett, no man should go near that mountain alone.
Nobody really knows what's in there.
Sleep on, my sweet Victoria,
For regal claws of sacred birds
Guard well your place of rest.
For those poor fools
that dare intrude,
the penalty
is death.
Ah!
Ah! Ah!
Ah!
Did you have a good dinner?
Do you realize what this is?
A secret room,
hidden from view,
so long as it is flooded,
but now as the moon rises towards a zenith,
the waters have receded,
And they flow underground,
Perhaps into the hidden river of life itself.
Somewhere through there, Vulnavia,
awaits our answer.
What pharaoh of what forgotten dynasty
rested here
before he drifted on the bosom of what stream
beneath these stones
to find eternal life?
A secret compartment
beneath the sarcophagus
large enough to hold Victoria.
What other secrets lie within?
A key--
An actual key.
How ironic and how clever.
When I find the lock it fits,
I'll have the answer.
Shavers, Baker, where are you?
Straight ahead, Biederbeck.
What do you think you're doing?
Oh...
Well, it's just a preliminary sortie, sir.
On whose authority?
We didn't realize we needed permission.
When you're older and more experienced,
Maybe you'll learn to have respect for authority.
You might want to remember that you're a member of my team,
Working for me.
Is this your mountain, sir?
I regard it as such, yes.
Are we to take that literally, sir?
Take it however you wish,
but understand that I give the orders.
Any explorations will be Planned and led by me.
Understood?
Fine, Biederbeck,
but, you know, we're not exactly amateurs here.
If discoveries are to be made,
It'll require individual effort
and a certain amount of intellectual freedom.
Hackett, there are no prima donnas here.
Discoveries will be made by the team, under my directions.
Well, then, perhaps you'll be so kind as to enlighten us.
Just where is all this leading to?
In good time.
Not now, Diana.
It's usual for all information to be pooled, sir.
I have no doubts--
It's rather urgent.
What is it, Diana?
I have a little discovery of my own
that I think you ought to see.
You mustn't let this upset you.
Upset me? A man has just been killed.
We're in the desert,
Not taking tea in Mayfair.
Curious as it may seem,
You don't have to remind me of that.
I've drunk lots of tea in Mayfair
Without finding dead bodies at my feet.
Would you just trust me?
Trust?
Yes, trust.
How far is that going to get me or us?
How can I? You don't trust me.
What's that supposed to mean?
It's not supposed to mean anything.
It seems clear. You don't trust me, and you won't tell me.
Your attitude has changed.
Suddenly, human life means nothing to you anymore.
Have I said that?
No, but I just have.
You're so callous now.
Is that what you really think?
Do you honestly care what I really think? Do you?
Of course I do.
It's just that I--
- What is it? - I can'texplain it.
What's holding you back?
I mean, it's that, isn't it?
Why does that big mountain
have so much hold over you?
I mean, just what is it that goes on in there?
How lovely she looks, my darling,
on her way to her last brief sleep before awakening.
She shall rest where none can find her.
I am protecting you, Victoria,
from those who would discover us.
I shall eliminate them all, one by one.
Yes...
Even Biederbeck himself
If need be, my beloved.
In this secret compartment
made by artisans millenniums ago,
You shall rest like the princess you are.
For when the moon next comes full,
The waters of the Nile
and the tides within the seas
will somehow meet,
And life will flow within your veins
and love within our hearts.
Uh, we've got enough trouble around here
without you dreaming up more.
That kind of trouble I can take anytime.
Yes, well...
She belongs to Biederbeck.
Damn you.
Yes, for some more than others.
Since you have nothing better to do this evening,
Maybe you'll unload the other truck.
Uh, what-- What truck?
Hackett's truck.
Get a good night's sleep.
You still haven't told me what you expect to find.
Tomorrow.
Now, Darius. I'd like to know now.
Tomorrow.
Ah!
What the hell's going on?
You're mad!
You're bloody mad!
For god's sake, man!
"if music be the food of love...
"play on."
ah!
Ah!
Give me excess a bit.
No.
Here, with a loaf of bread beneath the bar,
A book of verse,
A glass of beer...
That's--that's Omar Khayya'm, sir.
Yes.
You know, I'm a bit apprehensive
about finding the others, sir.
Do you think you know where we are?
Trout, I don't think, I know.
I don't think you know, either.
Keep your place, Trout.
Sorry, sir.
Now then...
Cairo is, um...
Over there.
And by the same token, the Red Sea is over there.
And that direction, Trout...
Yes?
England.
Yeah. Yeah, quite so, sir,
But how do we find this mountain range
Where Biederbeck and Phibes are going?
There are times, Trout, when I worry about you.
All we have to do is to ask someone.
Out here, sir?
Why not? Bound to be somebody.
Ah, there! There's somebody!
Where, sir?
Um, 3 dunes east.
Hop to it, man! Start the tank!
Hackett, I need you!
What's this about? Why are we taking the truck?
I've sent Baker and the arab workmen up there.
Why are we taking the truck?
We broke through a wall.
Found a gold sarcophagus.
Already, underground waters have begun to rise.
Somewhere within this maze of tunnels
a new river will crest,
along which we will glide, through gates,
which will be revealed to us, Vulnavia.
The gates which can be unlocked
only with the silver key.
Come. I must tell Victoria.
Those devils!
To take from me the two treasures of my life!
I shall get them back!
Who tries to stop me will die!
It certainly is a remarkable find.
How he knew it was there beats me.
He went straight to it.
I think it calls for a celebration.
Um, champagne?
Yes!
Shall I pour some for Darius?
Yes, I think so.
A key.
Why a key?
Oh, I don't know. Something's biting him.
Who is this, then?
Darius.
Stewart's back.
Don't let him go away.
I'll be out in a moment.
He's not going anywhere.
Please, you must come now.
I suppose we'd better take him down.
Why?
I don't understand.
Whose mind could conceive of such a bizarre way to kill?
A man called Phibes, sir.
Dr. Anton Phibes.
They have taken you from me, my sweet Victoria,
But fear not, for I shall recover you,
And they will suffer for this outrage
with their lives!
So, with Stewart, he's now killed 4 men.
Recently, sir. If you go further back--
Trout.
Yes, but why? What possible reason could he have?
Well, Biederbeck?
The papyrus.
If he stole it, it means we have the same goal,
The same purpose.
Oh, that's impossible.
Impossible?
Impossible or not,
we must all get back to civilization at once.
yeah, especially the young lady.
Yes, I'm afraid you're right.
Baker, first thing tomorrow,
I want you to take Diana out of here.
The rest can follow later.
And your good self, Sir?
There's one thing more I must do before I leave.
If you value your life--
That's precisely why I'm staying.
Remarkable man.
I hardly know him,
But I've never met anyone more completely dedicated.
That poor girl...
What she must've gone through in the past few days.
Why the hell did he bring her out?
Curiously enough, Waverley,
I think she's the reason he came in the first place.
Listen--
I'm listening.
You're my whole life. Everything.
Please, darling, if nothing else,
you must know that.
I'm beginning to wonder if I know anything about you.
I can't tell you any more.
Not that you'd understand.
The mountain must be the key to it all, sir.
Possibly, Trout, but it's all purely academic.
We only got as far as an inner chamber,
But it looked as though
There's a maze of tunnels under that mountain.
Every move I make, everything.
This whole affair concerns our future together.
Well, if it's anything like now,
It's going to be pretty awful.
It won't be.
I promise you.
It's just that...
What? What were you going to say?
Say it.
It's just these next few hours
Are of desperate importance to me.
This expedition isn't really the reason
we came out here, is it?
I mean, there's something else.
We could search the mountain.
Search it?
One needs a warrant to make a search.
You should know that.
Yes, sir, but in this place--
You can't charge into somebody else's mountain.
This isn't Hyde Park.
Baker.
I want you to sleep in the sarcophagus tonight.
Be sure you're packed and ready to leave
in the morning with Diana.
Ha. What is it Shakespeare says?
"thus unconscious doth make
"strange bedfellows of us all."
Don't worry, Trout.
You know what I'm dying for?
What, sir?
A nice, big, Warm...
What?
Glass of milk.
Would you like me to go and get one?
No, that's all right, Trout.
Dear girl, man the machine.
What's going on?
Oh! Ouch!
Ah!
Let me out!
Ah!
At least we're sure of one thing.
Hmm?
Nothing much can happen on a night like this.
Yeah.
Ah!
Victoria...
Those who have tried to take you from me
So have they paid the terrible price.
This water, placid now,
is but a calm deception,
for beneath this mountain
when moon and water reconcile
the secret river of life
Will be revealed.
The key!
Where is the key?
What's the matter?
Where's Baker?
Baker.
Poor Devil.
Quite.
He's taken the sarcophagus.
But I still have the key.
That storm last night...
Phibes must have used that as cover.
Used it? He probably summoned it.
The arabs are gone.
I don't blame them!
It's the obvious thing to do!
I found the truck abandoned up by the mountain.
And the sarcophagus?
Well, that's gone.
Just as I expected.
But what were they doing there?
Who drove the truck up there in the first place?
Where's Baker?
He had a bad night, sir.
Come along, Biederbeck.
I'm still staying.
Now look here, sir. I have a responsibility.
I appreciate you have a moral responsibility,
But as far as I am concerned, no actual jurisdiction.
I am staying here!
No one's ever got the better of Phibes.
To our certain knowledge,
He's already killed 15 men!
You can't hope to win!
Don't speak of hope to me, Trout.
I mean to win.
Hackett, with Baker gone, you'll have to take Diana out of here.
If you'll excuse me, I'd like a word with her.
Darling, would you come with me?
Hackett, put her suitcase in the truck.
Come along, Trout. Strike camp.
We ought to get these tents down, too,
and be on our way.
What about Baker?
Should we dispose of his body?
Don't know about his body,
But I think we should bury his head.
Listen.
It's the Scottish Fusiliers!
My god. It makes you proud to be British.
Out here? How marvelous.
It's probably some desert patrol.
Britannia's cloak
covers a large section of the globe.
We must tell them about the others.
I mean, that way they'll be safe.
Yes, that's true enough.
But I mustn't leave you.
Oh, I'll go with you, Mr. Hackett.
What?
Uh, no. No, But you're absolutely right.
A platoon of that lot
will put Phibes in his place.
Uh, don't go anywhere.
Ah!
Hackett.
He has nothing to say, sir.
Where's Diana?
My god, Phibes must have her!
you haven't got a chance!
He'll chop you down like the others
I'm not like the rest of them!
Phibes may put the fear of god in you, but not me!
Now, stay out of my way!
oh, dear, dear, dear.
He really is being a trifle heavy-handed.
He's being bloody offensive!
If it wasn't for miss Trowbridge in there--
Come on!
Biederbeck! Wait!
After him.
Yes, sir.
Phibes!
So we meet at last, Biederbeck.
Where is she?
Waiting...
As we all must wait.
Don't play your foul games with me, Phibes.
If ever a man deserves to die, it's you.
You cannot threaten the dead with death, my friend,
Only with life.
Eternal Life.
So that's it. The key.
My key.
No. I've searched for years.
The temple of Ibisis, the river of life...
It's mine, Phibes.
Then your beloved will die,
For only the key can save her now.
You lie.
The key controls the gates, nothing more.
The key controls the gates and much more!
The life of your Diana
And you have only 3 minutes to use it.
Now...
Save your Diana.
Diana!
Observe, my sweet Victoria,
That as the sacred waters drain away,
the final revelation is before us...
The gates to eternity.
Go, Vulnavia,
And let our victim know
the full measure of our wrath.
What an amazing thing.
Don't do that, Trout.
Sir?
The fellow's toenail.
What we really need, sir, is a ram.
Yes.
You have so little time, Biederbeck.
What kind of fiend are you?
The kind that wins, my friend.
It is a pity, in a way.
We have so much in common.
You flatter yourself.
I think not.
For years, I have had one terrible obsession...
To find the river of life
once used by the pharaohs of Egypt.
It lies beyond those gates.
A river that gives new life...
Again and again and again!
Why do you think I came here?
You have all the life you need.
No more, Phibes.
The elixir that gave me youth for 100 years is gone.
This vial has sustained me for many years.
Suspended time and age, but no more!
How long?
How many years?
Too long to remember.
Too long to throw it all away now!
I, too, have searched, Biederbeck,
But not for myself.
For my Victoria.
I offer you the same goal--
The life of your beloved.
But hurry!
When the bough breaks, my friend...
It could be a trick.
Why should I trust you of all people?
Not me.
The ancient artisans who built these chambers.
When those gates are unlocked,
the waters from Diana's pool will drain out
and she will be free. Save her. Don't be a fool.
Soon it will be too late!
For whom?
For us all...
Especially Diana!
Every second brings her closer to a terrible death.
Can you pay that price, Biederbeck?
The key!
The devil take you, Phibes.
The devil take me?
Not for some considerable time, I trust.
Now, if Biederbeck went through there,
And he was running pretty fast--
I'll be blowed.
And then...
Wait a minute. Phibes must be out first.
Otherwise, we would have...
Yes, I think-- I think I've got it.
Don't worry. We'll get her out.
Phibes has finally failed, eh?
No. He's won.
Come on, Trout.
Come, Vulnavia.
Your work is done.
Join us on the other side.
What's that?
Nothing.
Phibes! Wait!
Phibes!
Phibes, I beg you! Let me come with you!
Phibes, for once have mercy!
Don't worry, darling.
It's not the end of the world.
# Somewhere over the rainbow
# bluebirds fly
# birds fly over the rainbow
# why, then, oh, why can't I?