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Morning.

You! You're always... What?

You hurt yourself, lad? I'm not giving.

Oh, dear. You've made a right mess of this now, haven't you? Still not to

Scarabium, selignum sword, non -wiggle armours.

Here we are.

Compliments of Las... Now, tell me, you looking honest young lad, who is the

king hereabouts, eh?

Arthur, sire.

Aha! And next that they go to Mordred, he's the one all in black.

Nephew to the king and a traitor.

Yes, I know. The true villain. Heart as black as a badger's armpit.

Now, tell me, who would be the greatest magician in the land hereabouts?

He was called Merlin, sir. The rumour had that he'd be dead.

Dead?

Do you not know me, boy?

Merlin!

Was dead.

Oh, no.

Belor. You will not escape, Laszlo. Not this time.

Disposal of witches, page 27, 23, 24.

Exactly what you saw.

This wither, as you call him. How did he disappear?

Towards the woman's fire. She did it.

Bello.

You forgot, did you not, Laszlo?

Merlin's powers failed completely when he fell in love with Nimue.

Enchantress of Brussels and Yandy.

Me, Laszlo.

And now I have entombed you in rock with the little of life that remains to you.

You. The once mighty Merlin.

Yes,

but if I am entombed, how will you discover the Scarabeus?

Always with the bracelet.

Ah, but you cannot hold it, witch.

Neither can you anymore, it would seem.

Oh,

I

have waited so long for you to waste away. Now, I... I shall find the

scarabaeus, and you will breathe your last.

Go on, Bella!

Phil! Where are you, boy?

That green slime is spreading all over your face.

Go on, laugh away, Bram. You'll be out in your next two if I go, of course.

Oh, yes, she'll have no further use for a slave. Slave? Yes, slave.

I mean, you'll be redundant as the rest of us. Of course, Bram.

If you were to help me escape from this overgrown tombstone, you could be free

of it yourself forever.

Do you know what this is, Laszlo?

No. Itchy powder.

Everlasting itchy powder.

Make your own magic formula from your very own book.

Merlin's Book of Spells. All right. Well, look, Bram, if you want to help me

out of this... Why don't you scratch your way out?

save ourselves.

And my enemy there, Mordred. Arthur, my lord, you zapper.

Yield thy kingdom or die.

A hundred thousand dead and still he thirsts for blood.

So be it. The spear.

I shall not tarnish Excalibur on the carcass of a traitor.

My lord, remember Merlin's prophecy.

Your whole dream, my lord, that you shall be slain by Mordred. Shall Arthur

yield to dreams?

Mordred, I, my liege, I solemnly vow you shall be the last.

Prepare yourself.

Your day of death is come.

Kill him.

The god Excalibur. Here, my lord.

The scarab is lost.

Fire, a witch. She has designs on Excalibur.

Be gone from this place, evil one.

Never get free.

Bye -bye.

Bye -bye.

Yet I am also Merlin in this time and am possessed of ancient

powers.

Carabaeum, Laszlo, Merlin, Confused Rattus.

Laszlo Merlo.

Escapadatas!

Somebody, what's happening?

Well, at least one of us is free.

Yes, but I only got half the strength and all the itch. Well, the strength

you'll have to do, and I'm sorry about the itch. I'm off to find the bracelet.

Yes, and I'll try to contact Phil.

Phil? And you hear me.

That's the...

She might have sent him anywhere.

Laszlo! Phil?

The place of stones.

Stones, Phil.

The place of stones? What's that?

How should I know?

The time of death is near.

And my brother.

Pray for me.

So by the death...

Go, my lord. Are you the last alive?

Aye, my lord.

Take Excalibur.

I know.

Hurl it into the depths of the lake.

My lord.

Do it now.

What did you see?

I saw waves, my lord, and a mighty wind.

Lies do not become you, Bedivere.

My lord, the sword holds great magic.

Bedivere, hear me.

Excalibur must return to the lake so that I may return to life one day.

If it is not done, I must surely perish and you will have saved me. No, my lord.

Oh, do as I command.

It is done, sir.

What did you see?

An arm appeared to seize Excalibur and vanished into the water.

Now is the secret of Excalibur safe.

I, thy sister, Morgan Le Fay.

Ah, my dear brother, why hast thou tarried so long from me?

Where is the sword?

In the lake, your majesty. Liar! Thief! Where is the chalice?

Dying, thieving, treacherous villain, where is the chalice?

In the lake.

Now we must away, as it was foretold to Avalon.

Where is Excalibur?

The

sword

returns to the stone. The king shall return to his kingdom. So be it.

The secret of Excalibur is safe.

Glasgow?

Glasgow!

Oh, come on, Griff, let's... Um,

my lord, I'm looking for the place of stones.

Well done, Bran.

If Arthur is an Avalon, Excalibur must be an Avalon.

We find Arthur, we find Excalibur.

No further, Belor.

Lazlo, free.

I have also the powers of Merlin. You have not.

Judge for yourself.

You shall not have Excalibur.

I shall find a way.

And I shall still outwit you.

Mistress.

Merlin, I must redouble my effort.

I shall have to give you some of my powers to help me. Yes.

First, we must destroy Arthur.

How?

Mordred. Mordred is dead, mistress.

Once again, he shall fulfill the ancient prophecy.

Wake.

Do you not recognize me?

Speak to me, Mordred.

I am your mother, Morgan Le Fay.

Arthur has wronged me and taken your kingdom.

Avenge me, my son.

This amulet will help you on your quest.

Place it around your neck.

Now he is completely under my control.

Prince Mordred, onwards to Avalon.

Very well.

You shall owe me your loyalty.

Up, Violet.

You shall be my page.

You know of Avalon?

I'm a leash.

Lead me there.

To my revenge.

This way, sir.

Gate. Are you drunk, man? Open up at once.

Violet.

Violet?

Head brewer in the mead works me. Head man.

Oh, the wrongful dismissal. Get on with it.

Name, if you please.

Nobody comes in here without a name.

An occupation.

Mordred, prince and soon to be king.

Conspired against I was.

Mordred, did you say? Mordred, is that it? I have business of great import.

Oh, have you? Have you now? Well, I've got something for you and all.

Me club, leg spreader.

I was!

Head man!

Well, what's happened?

Well, I had winter that time, but next time I'll need all our strength.

Oh, very clever. Look, Phil's done the bellows spell.

He's shot the bracelet. He thinks he's Mildred.

Mildred! Well, Maudred, then.

Can't you get me out of here?

It's driving me berserk. All right, now, look, repeat after me.

Escapolatus, from there to here.

Escapolatus. From there to here. No, no, no. From there to here. That's what I

said. From there to here.

Oh, dear.

We're back where we started.

Oh, well.

Phil, where are you?

Arthur, I fight to the death for the wrongs done to my mother, the kingdom

stolen from me.

I challenge thee. Young man, I have sworn a vow.

These hands have seen too much blood.

Then die like a dog.

Beware, my liege! The sword is poisoned!

You have much to learn, my son.

Finish him. No more blood. But the treachery is proved.

Now, Bedervere. The dungeons.

The poison fire.

Bedervere.

Arthur must be made to fight.

To use Excalibur once more.

To the dungeons, quick!

Phil! At last, boy!

My name is Mordred. Who are you?

Well, surely you know me, boy.

How should I know you, vile wretch?

I, Prince Mordred, soon to be king.

He says he's Merlin.

Your humble servant, sire.

And this foul affliction?

Oh, this?

Oh, nothing.

Purely terminal, that's all. There's a lot of it about, hmm?

You see, I can help you if you help me.

You? If he be Merlin the magician, he can. Well, I mean, I made Arthur king,

sword in the stone, and the lady in the lake. I mean, I could make you king, my

prince. And what do you demand in return?

Oh, freedom from this, sire.

How can you make me king?

Well, I need my freedom first, sire.

May I?

Excuse me, young man, would you mind picking up my bouquet of spellets?

Thank you very much. If you wouldn't mind looking under depetrification,

dirt. That's it. A bit further forward. Dirt. That's it. That's it. Hold

towards... Ah, yes.

Jerichorum.

Heliogabalus caracticus. Som shastri.

Freedom.

Thank you, sire. Thank you.

Tell me, wizard.

Suppose I wish to turn Arthur into a toad, or a spider, or a slug, say. Oh,

Arthur. Well, for that I shall need a personal ornament.

A golden ring, maybe, or even a bracelet.

Sorry, Phil, I'll explain later.

After him.

Fly.

My poor boy, what was he doing to you? Nothing.

He's a magician.

I have all the magic you will ever need.

Yeah, Mother.

And I have a plan to make Arthur fight.

Bye -bye, Bram!

Help! Help!

Help!

Your knights are all dead, your queen gone, the round table is shattered. You

have no allies, no wealth, no power, nothing.

I have all I need.

I fear neither you nor death itself.

Then die.

Stop!

Brother, a word.

This boy is not what he seems.

He is not murdered, nor is he your son.

He is an alien, a time walker. He comes from the future to destroy us all and to

end Avalon forever.

He is possessed.

An alien being? What proof have you? Come.

Look into his mind.

Look into the future. Look, Arthur. See what has become of your realm.

The best have long since gone.

The worst fight the scraps among us all.

The land smokes with Armageddon. Come at last.

Enough! While you sleep and whimper in your dreams of peace, the land dies. No.

Ask him. He is from the future. Ask him. Is this how people live?

This is how people live.

Then I swear... Vengeance!

Vengeance on all who desecrate my kingdom.

Take Excalibur!

My son, stop!

By all the powers that Merlin ever possessed.

Lavlo. Belor.

Phil, give me the bracelet.

No, I forbid it. Do so and I will destroy you, bracelet and all. What you

suggest is mindless, Belor. You will destroy the very thing that you desire.

will destroy anything rather than let you triumph.

Then I shall destroy us both.

You. You would not do such a thing. You are too feeble a creature.

Don't be too sure, Belor.

If the alternative is the reign of evil throughout time, I may well take that

terrible decision.

Then do so.

Ladlo, what are you doing? Run, Bill, quick!

An occupation. Laszlo, with it.

I said, name an occupation.

I said, name!

Laszlo! An occupation.

Death and disease and...

Oh, that's the trouble with this country. There's no respect for the head

Now?

Now.

Is this truly your time, then? Yes.

There is peace, then. More or less.

Laszlo, will King Arthur really come again?

Him or someone like him?

Yes. He will come again.

And so shall I!

I shall return!

I shall conquer! I shall triumph!

I shall destroy!

Stop your ranting, Belor.

I have the power of the Scalabaeus now. Begone!

It works, John.

Phil. Phil.

Power at last.

Last vote.

The key of life.

Take care of it.