All language subtitles for Mr.Mole 1985--

Oh, Magoo, you've done it again.

Another day in the can.

Good night, Mrs Wonderbottom.

Ugliest hairdo I've ever seen.

Hold the elevator!
Aha!

Express elevator.

Elevator with a view!

Now that's what I call
an express.

Good Godfrey! Earthquake!

Don't panic, everyone.

We've got enough canned food here
to cover any emergency.

That's better.

Carry on, boys.

Parking lot. Mm-hmm.

Whoopsie.

By George, somebody fix the lights...

before anyone trips.

The escalator to the parking lot.

Such sophistication!

- Good night, Henry.
- Good night.

Right turn only.

Road hog!

Blasted potholes!

The checkered flag?

Magoo, you, you speed demon, you!

You've still got it.

El Nino's back.

Oh, Magoo, you've done it again.

And tonight, Quincy Magoo,
the canned vegetable king...

will dedicate the new museum wing
he has donated to the city.

The Magoo Rotunda will house
a travelling exhibit...

of the treasures of Kuristan...

including the rarest of all rubies,
the Star of Kuristan.

Treat her gently, young fella.

Check underneath. I think
there's something rattling there.

Yes, you dropped the keys, my boy.

It's the most precious ruby
in the world.

- Lovely.
- It's just gorgeous.

- It's exquisite.
- Exquisite.

No. Actually it's corundum.

That's an aluminum oxide.

Okay, don't take my word for it.

Exquisite is an adjective,
not an element.

All right. If you're so smart,
how come Mr Cloquet told me...

to watch you like a hawk?

Cloquet said that?

Why is it that someone always seems
to burn the rumaki?

Maybe you should see
another eye doctor.

Waldo, Hiram has been my optometrist
since I was a small boy in knee pants.

He's like 2,000 years old.
All his other patients are dead.

You can't hold that against him.

But he's still making appointments
with them.

Trust me, you need a second opinion.

Oh, my gosh!

- Would you, would you look at that!
- What?

Wait, don't look. Don't look.

- What?
- She's coming this way.

Mr Magoo?

I am Stacey Sampanahoditra
of the Kuristani foreign office.

Oh. This is my nephew Waldo.

Waldo Magoo. It is an honour.

Oh.

Uh, you'll have to forgive him
sometimes.

He gets like that, lost in thought.
Quite a scholar, you know.

Graduated with a large class.

Isn't that right, Waldo?
Waldo?

Waldo!

Yeah. L-l, I w-went there to college.

Oh.

Uh, Waldo, why don't you invite,
uh, Stacey to our opera tomorrow night?

I would be most honoured, sir.

Stacey...

will you join us
for the opera tomorrow night?

It's a, uh, benefit performance.

Uh, we're doing excerpts
from the Norsemen saga.

I look forward to it.
Please excuse me.

I must greet diplomats.

That's a very attractive young lady.

But I'm, I'm such a fool.
l-I tried to offer her a snack.

Oh, Waldo, don't be so hard on yourself.
Cupid makes fools of us all.

And now, as curator of this museum...

it is my pleasure
to present our benefactor...

a man of great vision,
Quincy Magoo.

- Step right this way, sir.
- Ah, well, thank you, thank you.

Ah, well, may, uh, may all
of the exhibits in this hall...

chime with the light
of human knowledge.

My dear, thank you.
Thank you.

Hey!

Look out! Watch out!

Oh, yes.

Great Scott!

What is this, indoor fireworks?

What a wonderful touch.

Excuse me.

Or a blackout.

I should inform the power company here.

Get that fixed,
and get these lights back on.

Hello down here.
Public telephone.

Oh, what... Excuse me, sir.
We have an emergency...

Great Scott!

We have an injured man here.
Bandaged from head to foot.

Help. Some assistance, please.

And whoever did it
has stolen the telepho...

God! They gave me a bad mask.

Okay. Go.

I gotta watch her like a hawk.

Morgan!

You just, uh, you just hang on.
I'll get you some medical attention.

You stay right here.
No, you're in no condition...

Oh, well.
How many times must I tell you?

Stay back in the booth, man.

I'll take care of him.

I'll be back. I'll get some help
or maybe find a telephone.

Freeze! Drop the gun.

Turn around.

Yes, sure.
Must be a phone out there somewhere.

Well, if you can't bring Mohammed
to the mountain...

Morning, Angus.

Avast, Angus.
Are you ready to cast off?

Waldo? What are you doing here?

Oh, just cleaning your windshield.

Aha, my boy, you are a prince,
but I have a date with a flounder.

- Anchors aweigh.
- Anchors aweigh.

Oh, the windshield did need cleaning,
huh? Right, Angus?

I don't think I've seen it
this clear since 1956.

Well, now that you're here,
we'd better inform the police.

Orders, U.S. State Department.

This incident is to remain
completely under wraps.

Which includes the crazy 9-1-1 call
about a bandaged man in the museum.

We substitute a replica
of the jewel and...

And we open the exhibit
as if nothing has happened.

Hold it. Who the hell are you?
And who told the State Department?

I did. They said they would send two
of their very best operatives.

Gustave Anders, CIA.

I'm in charge
of this investigation.

Chuck Stupak, FBl, and
I'm in charge of this investigation.

The CIA has no jurisdiction
on American soil.

This could very well become
an international incident.

Not if you don't get in my way,
fancy pants.

Hmm?

Oh.

I don't get it.
There's nothing in the papers.

It's a trap.

They're trying to lull us
into a false sense of security...

and then bust us
when we make a careless move.

We'll never make it to Cloquet's.
They're onto us, Luanne.

- I can feel it in my...
- Morgan, that's yesterday's paper.

Oh.

Nothing like the old sea air
to clean out the pipes.

Huh? Right, Angus?

The sun is a little hot.
Time to apply the old Ban de Soleil.

There we go.

Oh. A very refreshing,
minty fragrance.

Ah, the French.
They think of everything.

What's that? The old fog
rolling in, thick as pea soup?

Not my pea soup, mind you,
but maybe one of those other brands.

Bob, why steal the Star for your boss,
Cloquet, and get peanuts for it...

when he can turn around
and auction it off for millions?

Why not auction it off ourselves?

That way we get millions
and each other.

Me and you?

I could take you to places
you've never been before.

I've never been to Toronto.

I know a little cosy
bed-and-breakfast place in Toronto...

but we could skip the breakfast part.

Come on, Angus. We won't let
a little fog stop us, huh?

You rotten seagulls!

You con-sarned buzzards, you!

Uncivilized behaviour.
I'd never do anything like that to you.

I'm gonna have to get this
dry-cleaned now.

Blast your...

Ho-ho-ho. I've got a strike.

Well, shiver my timbers!
It's a lunker!

Just call me Ishmael.

It's Moby Dick!

Why, look at that... Look at...

Look at that, Angus.
It's huge.

He was a big one, Angus.

Just look at the size
of those, uh, uh, pants.

Well, I'd say we were in
the Bermuda Triangle...

but we're nowhere near Bermuda.

I'll just play it safe
and head for shore.

Well, Angus, here we are in safe harbour
once again.

Well, an escalator to the top.

How swank.

Must be a yacht club.

Angus?

Angus, where are you, boy?

Well, hello, Angus.
Come on there, fella.

We believe Magoo created a diversion
while his accomplices stole the jewel.

But why? Mr Magoo
is a very wealthy man.

Are you sure about that? People do eat
a lot more fresh food these days.

Okay, we don't collar Magoo.
We put him under surveillance.

But this is absurdity. I'm to be
his guest at the opera tonight.

Great! You can be our inside person.

That is, if it's all right
with the FBI.

So, Magoo has the Star of Kuristan.

But it was Luanne's fault!

She double-crossed us.

I shouldn't have hired her.

But she's the only one capable
of stealing the Star.

How could someone with such beauty...

be so treacherous?

I worship all that is beautiful,
Morgan.

The greatest sin is to destroy
a thing of beauty.

I fear now we must destroy
the beautiful Miss Le Seur.

Kill her.

But first, get the stone, all right?

Tomorrow buyers are arriving from
all over the world to bid on the ruby.

Schmidt. Gosher. Havzinski.

I hear there's a rumour
Ortega Peru might even show.

The Piranha?
The king of the underworld?

Oh, Morgan,
don't screw this up, hmm?

I'm coming. On my way!

- Hello, sir.
- Um, oh, Stacey!

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

I thought that Waldo was going to pick
you up, uh, on the way to the opera.

Well, in my country, the invitee
always picks up the inviter.

I'm sure that Waldo
would not have it any other way.

Unc, I need to borrow a tie.

- Oh, hi, Stacey.
- Hello, Waldo.

Uh, why don't you, uh, show Stacey
the garden before you leave?

It's quiet and, uh, and peaceful...

and, uh, intimate.

l, l, I don't think
she'd want to see the...

I'd love to see more
of your charming home.

All right. It's, uh...
It's right back here.

The smell of rice is in the air.

Love in bloom,
if ever I've seen it before.

Angus? Come on, now.
How many times...

have I told you
to stay out of that closet?

Come on in here, boy.
Help me with my scales.

It's my uncle's work.

Oh.

Never have I seen
such a plant sculpture.

Topiary's kind of a hobby of his.

And he specializes in the abstract.

Oh, no.
That's a bunny rabbit.

Hey, well. What...
What is... What is that?

Oh. So you want to play fetch again?
Is that it?

Ah, well, it's a dog's life.

Here we go.
There it goes.

Your uncle, do you think
he needs glasses?

Oh, and how!
Just don't try and tell him that.

He will not spend the money?
I notice he drives a very old car.

Is his business not healthy?

Oh, no. No.
He just loves that old car.

And if Unc loves something,
he won't let it go.

Angus! Stop terrorizing the squirrels.

- Stupak!
- Where are you?

Right behind you.
Don't turn around.

Just spotted a conspicuous white male.

Dirty clothes,
needs a haircut.

- Sticks out like a sore thumb.
- Where is he? Can't see him. Over.

Right behind you.
Turn around. Don't turn around.

- Walk backwards.
- What?

Walk backwards.

More! More.

More. Stop.

- Where?
- Look to your left.

I am Rolvaag

King of Norway

Aha. Uh, one minute, please.

Uh, uh, may I help you?

Oh, that voice.

The timbre! The tone!

It belongs to the world,
but for the moment it's mine alone.

And I tremble.

Prunella.

- Mr Magoo, I presume?
- Uh, yes.

And, uh, you are, um...

Prunella. Prunella Pagliacci,
reporter for "The Opera News."

Prunella. I knew a young lady once
named Prunella.

Mr Magoo, w-will you consent
to an interview?

Well, why not? Uh, back here,
uh, tonight, after the show.

Oh. No, l, I wouldn't want to share you
with all of your well-wishers.

Oh, well, uh, uh, uh,
a private, uh, rendezvous.

Uh, a walk on the beach
at, uh, Sandy Cove...

uh, shall we say, noon tomorrow?

I'll be there early.

Be wonderful tonight.

Well, uh...

Great Scott!
Uh, did you hear that, Angus?

She doesn't want to share me
with anyone.

Is it possible after all these years,
another duet at last?

"O Solo Mio" no more.

Stupak. Stupak!
Where are you?

I am Rolvaag
king of Norway

I am Rolvaag
king of Norway

- Break a leg, Mr Magoo.
- Ah, Rumford, yes.

Thank you, uh, Sam.

I am Rolvaag

King of Norway

Where am I?
Oh, backstage.

Let's go.

Stupak, where are you?

What's going on in there?

I am Rolvaag
king of Norway

Go out there a nobody,
come back a star.

Open the throat,
sing from the diaphragm.

And remember, always sit down
whenever you can.

That man's got a very big head.

Ah, stage, uh...
Stage, uh... Stage left.

Time to warm up
for the old fight scene.

Get over there and shut off that fan!

Bravo!

I am a crusty
lusty Viking

That was the note that brought a lump
to the judges' throats.

After that, I knew
the Van Cliburn award was mine.

Well, the years have not dimmed
its beauty.

Oh, thank you.
Any, uh, more questions?

Uh, not that I want
this interview to end.

Oh, me, too. It's just,
just been such a thrill...

to hear the story of your life in song,
Mr Magoo, I mean real...

Oh, please, please, please, dear.
Call me Quincy.

Quincy, I'm really happy
I got this chance to know you.

I'd like to get to know you better.

Ah, Prunella, could this be
a new beginning?

- Yes, of the end.
- Of the end?

Uh, the end of loneliness.

The beginning of discovery.

How nice.

- This is a very special day, Prunella.
- Oh, for me, too, Quincy.

Ah, then you know that this is
the opening of the carp fishing season?

- Of course!
- Oh, Great Scott!

And I'm so happy
we're experiencing it together.

As am I. Eh, together, yes.
I learned that the hard way.

When you have something precious,
you must keep it in sight all the time.

Something precious,
such as, say, a jewel?

Yes, indeed.
The most precious jewel of all.

What does this jewel look like?

My jewel is luminous, sparkling.
A flaming red...

- Ruby?
- Ruby, yes!

- Where do you keep this ruby?
- Close to my heart.

Oh, Quincy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Quincy,
but l, I want you to kiss me.

Oh, well, it's, uh...

No, b-but not here. Someplace.
Someplace private, like a, like a boat.

Do you happen to have a boat?

Well, in two words:
"Anchors aweigh."

Prunella. Uh...

Well, my boat is just down here.

Oh.

Bingo!

Oh, no.
It's Luanne Le Seur.

The Black Widow.

She kills all of her male accomplices.
No one has ever been able to finger her.

Wow. Whoever brings her in
will get a big promotion.

- Maybe a book deal.
- Hey, where're you going?

Nothing like the warm sea air.

Huh? Lo... Look at that.

The, the fish are jumping and...

Look at that.
Isn't that wonderful?

- Dear me.
- Now, Quincy, there's an idea.

Why don't we do some fishing?
Where do you keep your tackle box?

Oh, my tackle box
is back at the house.

Ah, but this is wonderful.
The open sea, it's magnificent.

And so inspirational.
Isn't it wonderful?

Oh! Oh!

- What? What? What is it?
- I think I sprained my ankle.

Oh, I'll call the emergency sea rescue.

Oh, no, no, no, no. L-lt'll be okay.
I just need to rest it.

Oh, well, you, you come on up front now.
Be careful.

- Okay.
- We'll take care of you, and...

Just sit down, and I'll head
for the shore.

- Oh, could we go to your house?
- Ah!

Well, I'll put the wheel to the keel
and the gas to the mast!

I am a rusty
crusty Viking

I hope I'm to your liking

Well?

- How do I look?
- Wow!

Waldo, we mustn't.

Well, w-why not?
l-ls there someone else?

- It's Mr Magoo.
- What?

Your government thinks Mr Magoo
stole the Star of Kuristan.

Well...

A-And you?
Do you think he did it?

Waldo, I need your help.

Hey, we don't have a warrant...

so be quick about it,
or we've both had it.

One, two, three.

- Testing. One, two, three.
- Got it, loud and clear.

Mayday! Mayday!
Magoo! He's back.

I'm a lusty
crusty Viking

I hope I'm to your liking

And I'm a Viking woman

A lusty, busty charmer

Please let me pierce your armour
And together we'll find love

- All right.
- Oh, no. Don't. Put me down.

- Here we go.
- My ankle's fine.

Here we go.

Ah. Well...

with a little more practise,
l, uh, could pop the question.

Quincy.

Oh, your house is beautiful.
Do you mind if I look around?

Look away. Look away.

I'll just put my hat
in the closet here, and...

May I make you a cocktail?

Ah, I'm famished. Do you think
you could cook us something?

Something hot?

Can I cook?

You may call me "Cordon Bleu" Magoo.

Uh, which way
to the little girls' room?

Ah, atop the stairs.
Let me light your way.

Ah, ah, your repast awaits you
down here, my dove.

Next I want you to put some water
on to boil.

And while we're waiting for that,
let's clean about, oh...

two or three sprigs of parsley.

Water on to boil.

Next, pat the chicken dry.

Now, take some lemon
and rub it on the chicken.

Now, make sure you get the whole
chicken. Lift the leg if you have to.

Now, I hope you're not cheating
and using bottled lemon juice.

If you are,
it just won't taste as good.

Why? Well, no peel appeal.

Angus, there you are, old friend.

Well, I can't play right now.

I don't have any time.

And now, lift both legs
high into the air. Left and right.

All right, then. Just one last time,
then you take it upstairs.

All right.

Come on, don't be a slacker.
You can do it.

Lift those legs!

Left and right.
Back and forth.

One, and two, and three, and four.

Come on, you can do it.
Lift both legs high into the air.

Lift them left and right.
And left and right.

Come on, you can do it.
Lift those legs high into the air.

And dance!

Come on.
Get your rear into gear.

Now, don't stop
until you're ready to drop.

Now you're cookin'!

Go get some sandpaper,
and sand that sucker smooth.

You don't want any bumps
on the surface.

I recommend a medium grade paper
because...

if you use a sandpaper that's too fine,
you're gonna be at it all day.

Now, whatever you do,
do not use a metal file...

because that will shred the surface
to a pulp.

Must be a Chinese recipe
to make the chicken tender.

Either that, or it's German.

Use short, light strokes,
and watch out for surface abrasions.

Don't rush it.
These things take time.

Unc?

I want him.
Magoo is goin' down!

- You hear me?
- What?

Come on!

Now...

after you finish drilling,
you want to make sure that
you squirt some caulk into those holes.

Unc.

There's something very important
we need to talk about.

Waldo, Waldo. How did you know?
I thought this was my little secret.

Then it's true!

Yes, and a lot of people
are in for a big surprise.

- Have you gone insane?
- Yes! Yes, l...

- You have gone insane.
- Insane. Insane with passion.

Their names are even the same:
Prunella.

- Prunella?
- Prunella.

Oh, oh, oh, you're talk...
You're talking... That's wonderful, Unc.

It's time that you met
this glorious thief...

who has stolen my heart.

Uh, I'll be right back.
Prunella!

Prunella!

Oh, my gosh!
He did do it.

Aha! There you are,
my Viking princess.

Come. I want you to meet someone.

Not now.

I can't wait any longer, Quincy.
I'm gonna ask you once, and only once.

Ah, you're going to propose!

Oh, my precious bonbon.

You read my mind.

You know what I came here for.
You know what I want. Give it to me.

Ah, you modern women.
You're so direct.

Angus.

Now what is this? Oh, we've been
playing fetch all day with this.

All right, boy, go ahead.

Hold it!

Unc, who is this?

Uh, Waldo Magoo, this is, uh,
Prunella Pagliacci.

I'm FBI. That man just stole
the Star of Kuristan.

Stole? In this house?

- He's heading for the driveway.
- Get up.

- He stole the Studebaker.
- What?

The eggplant mobile.

What? Watch your head.
This way.

Hold it! Stop or I'll shoot.

- Stop or I'll shoot!
- Don't worry. He's not gonna get away.

Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

- Unc, there he is.
- Ah, yeah, all right.

- No, over there, over there.
- I see him. I see him.

- He's turning left.
- Left it is.

He's turning right.
Big truck! Big truck!

Hold on!

He's a crafty fella.
Taking evasive action. That won't work!

- You're not getting away.
- That's the wrong car.

He's back there.

Don't worry, my boy.
We'll catch him on the turnaround.

Hold on, Angus!

Hey, look out!

- Stop!
- Look out!
- Stop!

Don't panic, now.
We're only in some kind of tunnel.

Brakes! Brakes, Unc!

Unc, hit the brake!

Great Scott!
Those speed bumps. I tell ya.

I'll sue this city.

Uh, Prunella, uh, about the FBI.
You were saying?

Yeah, uh, uh, FBI.
l, I'm... I'm an undercover agent...

for the government.

Does this mean no story
in "The Opera News"?

I'm sorry I had to deceive you.

They think you stole
the Star of Kuristan.

That's what I've been trying
to tell you.

What? They, they what?

That burglar in your house was really
a notorious jewel thief...

who works for a man
named Austin Cloquet.

The bureau has learned that Cloquet
plans to sell the jewel...

tomorrow at a secret auction
up at a ski lodge.

Every billionaire gangster
in the world is coming...

except the most powerful of them all:
Ortega Peru, The Piranha.

No one's ever seen him.
He never goes anywhere.

So if we could get someone
to impersonate Peru...

we could get close to the gem
and recover it.

But who?

We lost him right here,
and Magoo didn't return home all night.

Why is he always
one step ahead of me?

Kenyawa Tambe just charged some tickets
to a ski resort.

Yeah, so what?

Kenyawa Tambe is one
of Luanne's aliases.

- Why didn't you tell me this before?
- I just found out.

- Oh really?
- Yeah.

You know, we're supposed to be working
as a team here.

- You're going around behind my back.
- If the pressure's too much for you...

- You'll take over! You'll take over!
- Sirs!

I shall go with you.

No. Young lady, this is strictly a job
for professionals.

Then why are the two of you going?

Welcome to the Rockies, gentlemen.

If you'll follow me to the limo,
I'll take you to Austin Cloquet.

Who the hell are you?

Ortega Peru.
What's it to you?

Mr Peru never goes anywhere.

That's right.
I never go anywhere.

So when I go somewhere,
everyone thinks I am nowhere...

when I'm really there.

Now, let's put this show on the road.

Uh, sorry.
Mr Peru, uh, this way.

There are no signs.

So you've been staking out my uncle
all this time.

Is that right?

That's my job.

And the way you say you feel about him,
is, is that part of your job, too?

You all right, boy?

You saw this man?

Yeah. He just went up the mountain.
Said his name was Ortega Peru.

Magoo is Peru?

Magoo, The Piranha.

This is big.

We're gonna need some backup.

Don't you know how to open a door?

Gentlemen,
thank you all for coming.

We're especially honoured today
to have with us Mr Ortega Peru.

I was going to kill someone
this morning...

but I did it last night
so that I could be here.

Well, you're too kind.

Well, when you've changed
your clothes, these lovely ladies...

are waiting to serve you
with chilled champagne in the solarium.

Thank you.

Not bad. What do they mean?

Every time I kill a man...

I tattoo his portrait
on my body.

What do you do when you run out of room?
Stop killing people?

Hey, I bet Peru's got
some pretty nice tattoos.

You hombres, uh, go on ahead.

I have got to use
the, uh, powder room.

Come on!

Let's go!

- Champagne?
- Oh, yes.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Thank you.

Well, now that we're all here,
may I have your attention, please.

This is where
our little adventure began.

Gentlemen, may I present...

the Star of Kuristan.

The auction will commence
when you write down your opening bids.

Uh, I do not pass my cash...

until I get a close look
at the dingus.

Give it to me in my hand.

Mr Peru?

Your frog is leaking.

Oh. Well.

Gentlemen.

We have an impostor.
Mr Peru is Mr Magoo.

Why would Peru disguise himself
as Magoo?

Shut up, you idiot, and get him!

Keep your distance!
This hepcat has a black belt in mayhem.

Hold it!

Give me the Star of Kuristan.

The Star is mine!

Prunella!

The auction is off. Get out.

Come on, go!

My dear! By gum,
you almost had me fooled.

Unc, watch out.
She's got a gun.

Of course she has, Waldo!
She's a federal agent.

She's not what you think!

Now, Waldo, you're talking about
the woman who saved my life.

Yeah, well, nobody's perfect.

Oh, you can't tell me that yesterday
meant nothing to you.

I am a Viking
A lusty, trusty Viking

Yesterday sucked.

And you kissed a carp.

Prunella.

- Give me the jewel!
- This is all you ever wanted?

You're a true gentleman,
and there aren't many of those left.

Too bad you had to go
and get in my way.

All right, I got the gun now.
Halt or I'll fire!

Don't shoot!
It's me! Waldo!

Great Scott!
Waldo, she's bamboozled me!

She, she, she, she, she's a, a sneak.
Uh, after her!

W-Wait. That'll be easier
with your clothes on.

Oh, yeah, clothes.
Oh, yes, yes, clothes.

This way.

- Police!
- Let's beat it!

Hold it!

Come on, let's go!

Look out! Freeze!

- Hold it!
- Keep your hands up!

- There!
- Come with me.

Get that man!

Hold it!

You'll just have to wait your turn.

- She's over there!
- Where?

There!

- It's too late. It's all over.
- Balderdash, Waldo!

It ain't over
until we've cleared our good name.

Aha-ha! A snowboard.

After her, my boy!

- Wait, Unc, no!
- It's as easy as pie!

That's the wrong kind of board!

Hold it!

- Hold on, Angus!
- Stupak, go after them!

The women's boarder cross final
is about to begin.

Ready, set, go!

Get back here, you Jezebel!

I'll catch you, Prunella!

And the winner of the women's
boarder cross final is a man!

A man? On an ironing board.

Hey!

- Excuse me.
- Up there.

Halt!
Hold it right there!

Ah, a detour.
I'll get you, Prunella!

Freeze!

Watch out!

What?

Unc?

Unc! Unc!

Are you all right?

Don't take that detour, Waldo!

Stay right there.
We'll be right down.

Come on, buddy.

Look! There's
some footprints down there!

They went that way!
Come on!

This is a good idea, Waldo.
You're the real McCoy.

A true Magoo.

I want Magoo.

Who can imagine?
Luanne Le Seur and Mr Magoo.

Yes, we're talking best-seller.

- I can't believe they did it.
- That's it! That's the title!

Now, we just have to check the airports
and search all the hotels...

and make sure
they don't get away.

Senor Peru.

One moment, my darling.
Yes?

The Star of Kuristan is ready
for delivery. You have 15 million?

Of course. It will make
a fitting gift for my fiancee.

- We are to be married this weekend.
- I'll be there tomorrow.

Good.

The Star of Kuristan.

Uh, excuse me.

Do you have a Luanne Le Seur
registered here?

I'll be with you in a moment.

If you'd just sign here.

- Now, who did you want?
- Luanne Le Seur. Is she registered here?

See, we got an airline
late-luggage delivery...

but the party's not staying
at our hotel, so we're checking.

I see.

What hotel are you with?

The St. Paul.

I see.

It says "Fantasy World Costume Rental."

Haven't they let you out
a little before Halloween?

- Madam.
- Oh, thank you, young man.

Have a good afternoon, madam.

Angus. Angus.
Now, stop that.

Unc, let's get out of here.
He's onto us.

- Let go.
- Angus, no!

- He's attacking that old lady!
- Great Scott!

Unhand that woman, Angus.

Let me see.

Wow!

Hey, lady,
you forgot your stuff.

What's that?

It's an airline receipt
made out to "Prunella Pagliacci."

Prunella Pagliacci?
That woman is an impostor.

- Unc, that was Luanne Le Seur.
- Well, there, you see?

That's why Angus went after her.

Great Scott!

We had her within our grasp,
and she slipped through our fingers.

Balls of fire!
Oh, good dog, Angus. Good dog.

This receipt is for Brazil.
Why would she go to Brazil?

- She's going to Peru.
- She'd go to Brazil to go to Peru?

- Exactly.
- But why?

To get more for the ruby.

- Peru?
- Exactly.

- But then why go to Brazil?
- Peru is in Brazil.

- Peru is in Brazil?
- Ortega Peru is in Brazil.

Ortega Peru! Of course.

And that's why we're going to Brazil.

Come on, Waldo.

Unc, l, I think this is the place.

Attaboy, Waldo.
Ease up there, Angus.

I like your badge.

Angus.

I'm going on ahead.
You stay here.

I'm gonna eyeball the situation.

Unc, um, m-maybe I should do
the eyeballing.

Father.

Maybe we should leave out the bit
about "till death do us part."

- She's nervous enough already.
- Jefe.

Luanne Le Seur is here, Jefe.

Javier, after Rosita and I go
to EuroDisney...

have the Le Seur woman killed,
but quietly.

If you disturb my guests,
I will be very disappointed.

Monkey bars. Must be
a children's playground.

Oh! Hello, little girl.

Did I interrupt you
in your afternoon nappy?

Now, now, we mustn't let
the grown-ups know that we're here.

Now here's something sweet,
a chocolate.

You go ahead. That's it.

Now, you go on back to sleep.

There you are, honey.

You're the ugliest child
I've ever seen.

And needs a change of diaper, too.

Oh, oh, Waldo.
Hold on.

The little angel is trying to sleep.
So, you know...

Well, where did she go?
Kids. Can't sit still for a second.

Ah, well, I think
she's run off there...

where she can have
her chocolate in private.

Now, Waldo, this is the plan.

I will gain entry to the house
through a window.

You keep an eye on the lawn party
and spot Luanne Le Seur if you can.

Waldo, you need to take some Tic-Tacs.

- Unc, it's not me.
- Please, please. L, l...

I am talking to someone here, Waldo.
Now, please.

Now, what you have to do is...

Great Scott!

Step on it, Unc!

Stop! Stop! Go back!

Come on, Angus! Come on!

Good boy.

Unc, there's Luanne.

All right.
Now, I'll nab him.

You keep your eye on Le Suer,
but don't forget:

She's smart, dangerous, ruthless,
soft, beautiful, a good kisser...

- Unc!
- Huh? Yeah, all right, all right.

Keep your eye open for pitfalls.

How are you?

Senorita Le Seur,
at last we meet.

- You have the Star?
- Do you have the 15 million?

It may take them time to count.

Please stay for the wedding. Afterwards,
I will have Javier take care of you.

Thank you.

Do it quietly
and don't disturb the guests...

or I'll be very disappointed.

Kid, are you lost?

I was looking for the pool.

- Wow! Oh, it's beautiful.
- Ooh, pretty, yes?

- I'll go get the bridesmaids.
- Okay.

Hello?

Oh!

Time for a little Red Cross here,
Magoo.

Let me see.

Oh, my dear child!

You should have your dentist
file down those teeth.

Rosita? Darling?

Are you with no clothes on?

Is everything all right?

I'm crazy with the love, mi amor.

I will see you soon,
my precious flower.

Before we take our sacred vows,
precious one, I have a surprise.

So do I!
Adios, amor. Nuevo nacho.

It wouldn't last.
I've never loved you.

- Get him!
- Out of the way!

Waldo?

Unc, help! Over here!

- This is no time for a rope exercise.
- Unc, that thing's down here.

- Good Lord!
- The rope, Unc, get the rope.

- The rope?
- Magoo!

This is the rope
that can save the boy.

All right, let's have at it.

I will exchange the ruby
for the rope.

Of course, take it. Take it.
But help me with the boy.

You know, I should have you killed,
but I admire a family man.

- You'll be safe in a minute, Waldo.
- Ready?

- Ready.
- Good luck.

Hold on there, Waldo.

Helicopter!
Magoo has brought police!

It's that way!

- Attaboy, Angus. Good boy.
- Whoa! Whoa!

- Higher! Pull!
- Good, Angus.

Here we are. Police! Don't move
Stay there!

Ortega Peru!
He's escaping that way!

No one escapes Magoo.

There goes the bride.

Oh, man! You'd think Peru
could've done better than that.

Magoo's dog!
Let's get him!

You weren't leaving without me,
were you?

There's the getaway limo.
Hold your horses!

- Unc!
- Arrest him!

Call the chopper!
We have to stop him!

Show me the ruby.

Big nasty woman!
Get back!

Thank you. Crime never pays, my boy.
Could you pull over?

I'd like to get off.

Ortega Peru, you are under arrest!
Land your helicopter now!

Don't panic.
We're dropping down a raft.

Swim toward the raft.

Hurry up.
Swim toward the raft.

We are dropping you a line.

You'll have to hook it up
to the raft.

- Then we will pull you to safety.
- Got you now, missy.

Stay calm.

Hook it to the raft.

Quincy, please, give me the jewel.
You and me together...

Luanne Le Seur, you have
the heart of an artichoke.

Stop wasting time!
You're headed for a waterfall.

Great Scott!

We're safe now.

It's hooked to the raft.
Pull us up.

Well, look at that rainbow, Magoo.
You just might be a leprechaun.

La Cascada de Muerte,
the Falls of Death...

where many a bride
left stranded at the alter...

has jumped to her final...

Oh, my goodness!
Another one! Aye!

- Are you all right, dear?
- W-Well, I'm, I'm all right.

I'm, I'm fine.

Oh, that's the spirit, dear.
You'll find someone else.

It's inner beauty that counts.

Words of wisdom, my dear.

Words of wisdom.

Magoo, you've done it again.
Have a good day.

Whoa!

Who are you?
What are you doing?

I am Simone Deculaat,
the wedding caterer.

Oh, you'll love prison, Simone.
They make great "loaf de meat."

Hey, hey, hey, come here.
Get a picture.

How's my hair look?

- Well done.
- Very nice.

Thank you.

Waldo, thank you.

Oh, you're welcome.

What will you do now?

Well, Uncle Quincy just created
a new position for me in his company.

You're looking at
the head of security.

And now that you have found
your path in life...

I suppose you would not be willing
to return to Kuristan with me.

In a heartbeat.

Well, you don't have to.

I like it here much better.

- Wow!
- Oh, Waldo!

Mr Magoo. Um, sorry we, uh,
put you through all that.

Would you autograph this for us?

By Jove! A-And a very good likeness
of me, too, I must say.

You boys certainly move fast.

The TV movie airs Friday.

Quite right. Quite right.
Always keep moving.

Come on, Angus.

Have a good day.

Well, Angus, it looks like
it's just you and me now.

Don't take this wrong, but I feel
that there's someone out there...

the perfect somebody just for me...

and someday Cupid is gonna fire
into the heart of the bull's-eye.

And this is one steep staircase.

Good exercise
for an old dinosaur like me.

Indeed! Oh, by Jupiter!

Oh, Magoo, you've done it again!

Oh. Pardon me, madam.

Oh, Magoo, you dog!

B-mark.

Come on, now. One and two. One and two.

Higher! One and two. One and two.

Don't stop until you're ready to drop.

Come on, left leg. Keep going.
One and two. One and two.

Unc.

Yes?

Stick 'em up.

Gimme that!

No. You give it to me.

Cut!

Angus, it's a struggle
against the beast.

- Oh, I really got him. Oh, no.
- Cut!

Remember, I hire people to kill people.

- Cut.
- Let me help you.

Get up there, Billy.
Come on, Billy. Come on, boy.

Pee. Go ahead, pee.
Come on, pee, boy.

That's it. Pee. Pee.
Good boy! Good boy!

Cut.

Cut.

Quiet. Action!

Damn!

Ladies and gentlemen,

it's amazing how much we know
about the surface of our globe.

In the last 100 years, men
have progressively studied this.

Explorations have reached
the North, the South Pole.

There are really relatively
only a few square miles left

of the surface of our globe
that are not known.

During the same years, men
have reached out into the stars,

three times further
in your lifetime and mine,

three times further into space than
men have ever been able to go before.

Amazing knowledge
we have of that and of this.

What's inside this globe?

What is there beneath our feet
as we stand on the earth?

No one knows, of course.

And science ponders about it and all
men are curious, but no one knows.

Primitive man,
going into caves,

reaching back and back,
and down and down,

wondered what lay beyond,
and in terror he fled out.

And he remembered
strange sighs and noises.

Now you go back to Mesopotamia and
the beginning of Western civilization,

and you have the great hero Gilgamesh
going down into the underworld.

And so, too, with the Greeks.
All down through time.

Religions of the past
have postulated the existence

of this inner habitable world.

All through the Middle Ages,
people believed of

something under the surface.

Dante, the great Dante,
saw great cone-like cavities

stretching down to
the very center of the earth.

There's nothing new
about this.

It's as old as man, this
belief that under the surface

there may be areas
inhabitable by man.

And in our time
and in the last 100 years,

there've been a number of theories,
very curious and strange theories,

about what goes on
in the center of our planet.

This is a very famous
and interesting and odd one.

A soldier... Rather, a
minor hero of the War of 1812

was a man named
John Cleeves Symmes.

And he had a sudden idea that
inside our world, like onion layers,

there were globes
within globes, five of them,

some of them inhabited,

and that if you were to travel up
through the icy wastes of our world,

the northwest edge of Siberia,
you could go down through a hole,

and go successively
to these various spheres.

Unfortunately, he was
thoroughly obsessed with this,

went around lecturing,
and in fatigue,

died before he could
make this experiment.

Now, here's another theory
much closer to us.

This is 1870, about.

A young American physician named
Cyrus Reed Teed had a revelation.

We are not living on the outside of
the globe, said Teed, but on the inside,

that when we think
we're looking out at the sun,

we're really looking
in at the sun.

Strange, strange.

Questing mind of man
that tries to find answers

to things that
he can't understand.

This was a theory by Karl
Neupert, in Germany, in the 1920s.

He, again, imagined that
we're living on the inside,

rather than the outside
of the globe.

And here's a real sun,
and a real moon,

and then a rather shadowy
and formless

mass of electric potentiality
with little bright sparks in it.

And they give us
the sense of our stars.

So in this picture
you're about to see,

you'll see the culmination of a long series
of such desires to look into the earth.

One might well believe, philosophically,
that some ancient culture,

engulfed by a great and tremendous
upheaval of nature might linger on

in some pocket of earth.

This is science fiction,
of course. It's a fiction.

It's a fable beyond fiction,

for I think if you'll study
this picture and think about it,

when it's over, you'll realize that this
is something more than just a story told.

It's a fable with a meaning and
a significance for you and for me

in the 20th century.

Thank you and goodbye.

Dr. Bentley! Dr. Stuart!
Come quickly.

Bellamin! Lafarge!
Come on!

Some sort of stone tablet.

What's it doing
in this strata?

The cuneiform writing... But
it is not possible in this part.

You mean it's
not probable, Lafarge.

In archeology,
all things are possible.

The fact is we found it below
the Great Flood level,

so it must be at least
5,000 years old,

which would make it one of
the oldest human records.

What about the inscription? Sumerian.

It's the dedication of
a temple or a public building.

Stuart, every time I think of how
many civilizations have crumbled,

fallen apart, rotted from the
inside, or cracked from the outside,

I shudder when I pick up
the front page of a newspaper.

The translation, Bentley.
Sure.

The first part reads,
-I, Sharu, king of kings,

-son of Sharu Ad... -
It breaks off there.

Sharu?

Well, that's a new one on me.
Mean anything to you, Lafarge?

Dr. Bentley, do you remember the
Gilgamesh tablets George Smith found?

Yeah. They told a legend
about a dynasty

that suddenly disappeared
from the face of the earth.

Right. It also referred
to a king of the dynasty,

one called Sharu or Charul.

Well, what does
the rest of it say?

-He who with malice
destroys, effaces,

-or removes from its place
this, my signed attestation,

-may he be denounced
by Ishtar. -

-May his name,
his seed in the land,

-be destroyed. -

Earthquake!

We'll have to open
new trenches tomorrow

along the north line, Jud.

Most of the old ones caved in.

That earthquake put us
behind at least a month.

You know, Bellamin, we shouldn't
complain about the work.

I think we were fortunate.

The epicenter of the earthquake
was only 25 miles from here.

Do you think the goddess
of Ishtar is punishing us

for removing the tablets,
Lafarge?

The inscription said -He
who removes it with malice. -

But we aren't malicious,
are we?

We want to rescue the
Sharu dynasty from oblivion.

That's what archaeologists
are for, no?

Archaeologists are underpaid
publicity agents for deceased royalty.

This shepherd boy
found something.

What, another one?

This boy came a long way,
Dr. Bellamin.

You buys your ticket
and you takes your chance.

I believe in grabbing for
the gold ring every time.

Hey! Where'd you find this?

Kuhitara. High, high.

Kuhitara, the epicenter
of the earthquake.

It's a kind of moss
that is native to this region.

It grows only on the
rocks of Kuhitara,

but not where the boy
found it. Much, much higher.

The earthquake must've dislodged it
and rolled it down to the plateau.

But how did it get up
on Kuhitara to begin with?

Maybe Bentley has the answer.
How's it coming, Roger?

It's an oil lamp all right,
shaped like a boat.

The engraved figures are of a man, a
woman and different animals in pairs.

The Sumerian version
of Noah's Ark?

Exactly.

The Flood's been proven
to be a historical fact.

Why not a Sumerian version?

According to the inscription
they got wet, too. Listen.

-I, Sharu, king of kings,
son of Sharu Ad. -

-From water I emerged. I caused
to embark within the vessel

-all my family, my relations,

-my craftsmen and my slaves,
and the beasts of the field,

-and made my home in the ark.
We floated on the waves

-until we found the land of the
snow near the goddess of Ishtar. -

The top of the mountain.

The Sharu dynasty was saved
from the Flood on Kuhitara.

But was never heard of again.

Of course not. No one would look
for human beings on top of Kuhitara.

We're going to.

Oh, it's impossible.

The summit is less than
20,000 feet.

It's treacherous. Always wind and
snow. Nothing's there, nothing.

Then we shouldn't be
afraid of nothing.

Gentlemen, Kuhitara is a
treacherous mountain to climb.

Do you think
we can make it?

I think so.

We shall establish
three camps.

The porters will carry enough
supplies to establish a base camp

here at the foot
of the snow level.

We will then climb to here,

which is 2,000 feet from the plateau on
Kuhitara, and establish a second camp.

The next day we shall attempt
the final climb.

All this risk and money because
of a vague poetic inscription

on an ancient oil lamp.

Don't you trust poets,
old man?

No, I don't.

Schliemann did.

He found the ruins of Troy
by trusting Homer,

the biggest
blabbermouth of all.

When can
we start, Nazar?

My men are ready, sir.

Tomorrow morning, then.

Kuhitara.

That's a lot
of mountain.

We're only going
to the plateau.

Is that it
on the right face, Nazar?

No, Dr. Stuart.

Tomorrow we may be able to see
it, if we keep to our schedule.

Then let's keep
to the schedule.

We'll make
camp here.

Peaceful-looking, isn't she?

The thing that impresses me the most
is the complete and utter silence.

You can almost hear it.

Don't let her
fool you, Mr. Bentley.

When she wants to, she can scream
so loud as to make you deaf.

And you will hear her
and quite soon.

I think perhaps even tonight.

Tremendous invention,
gasoline.

Yeah, I'm well-done in front
and my back teeth are chattering.

Cheer up, Jud.
If this storm clears,

we'll be on the plateau
of Kuhitara by tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night

is 24 hours and 3,000 feet
of thin air away.

Avalanche.

This mountain's hundreds of
square miles in area.

You're only occupying
one square foot.

Sitting here is a lot safer
than crossing Times Square.

There's an avalanche. Come on!

Well, the goddess of Ishtar isn't
smiling so sweetly this morning.

Look!

The avalanche must've brought
it down from the plateau.

Can anyone be
living up there now?

In this thin air, it's
possible to imagine anything.

The ruins of
a Sumerian temple.

I don't understand.

They usually built their
cities near their temples.

Where are the rest of
the buildings?

Five thousand years
is a long time.

To make any sense out of all
this is going to take a while.

I think we ought to send Nazar
back for his men

and set up
permanent camp here.

Dr. Bentley,
Bellamin, take a look at this.

The goddess of Ishtar?

Right.

How did the inscription
on the oil lamp go?

-We floated on the waves till
we found the land of the snow,

-near the goddess of Ishtar. -

Wait till Stuart sees this.

Paul!

Paul!

I can't see the bottom.
We got to get down.

Get your ropes, Nazar.

It's getting warm.
Yeah.

We must've come down
at least 200 feet.

You gonna be all right?

Oh, sure.
I'm fine.

I found him!

We are trapped here.

Say, this isn't
a natural cavern.

It's been excavated.

You all right?

We are trapped here.
No food, no water.

There seems to be a draft.
There must be another opening.

Come on, let's look for it.

There's another tunnel.

You better take a look
at Lafarge.

What's wrong?
It's the air.

It's hard to breathe.

Give me a hand
with him, Jud.

There's light.

What do you make
of the light?

Probably some chemical
in the rocks.

There must be some rational
scientific explanation for this.

Look!

It's an exact duplicate of the
head we found on the plateau.

Here, gentlemen,
is your city.

It's fabulous.

The city must have been built
on a thick crust of earth,

over a volcanic bubble strong
enough to support the city

until an earthquake
came along.

What we found on the plateau
were the suburbs.

You're right.
Look here.

"The temple of Ishtar have I built
with the stones of the mountain.

-Sharu. -

That's how the
Sharu dynasty ended.

They ran away from a flood
right into an earthquake.

The children of Noah survived
and the children of Ishtar died.

There's going to be some history
rewritten when we get out of here.

How do you know
there's a way out?

There has to be.

We'll keep looking.

How long can we
keep looking?

We've been on our feet now
over 15 hours.

Yeah. We got to get some rest.

Well, this is
as good a place as any.

I think I'll sleep forever.

How is it?

It's as if the whole mountain
were lying on my chest.

We're going to get out
of here. Don't worry.

Now get some sleep.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

Is there anything
alive in here?

Oh, nothing dangerous. Dwarf
lizards, small bats, things like that.

Go on to sleep.

What were they?
I couldn't see a thing.

I couldn't either.

Jud, come here.
Take a look at this.

Claw marks, or maybe
a hand. There are four cuts.

Some hand.

And whoever it was
needs a manicure.

It can't be.

It can't be.

Save your battery, Rog.
There's no way out of here.

We were brought in.
There has to be a way out.

What do you think, Jud?

I'm no anthropologist.

I wouldn't know whether they
were Cro-Magnon or Neanderthal.

I don't think an anthropologist
could classify this one either.

All we can say for sure

is that they walk erect

and they have a skull large enough to
house a brain with associative areas.

And this one died as a result of a
blow from a heavy, blunt instrument.

Well, that's a sign
of higher civilization.

Bentley!

What is it?
Look!

Don't move.

He wants us
to go with him.

No, don't.

Gentlemen, we are
in 3,000 B.C.

In my hand I hold
the magic eye of Ishtar.

The sacred weapon of Ishtar.

The golden rod,
the secret of death.

There, O King,
are the evil ones

who were captured
by the beasts of the dark.

Bring them here.

Who are you?

We are friends.

We are different from you,
but we are your friends.

He speaks our tongue.

We come from a world where your tongue
can be studied on ancient tablets.

There is no world
beyond ours.

There is only heaven,
where we lived a long time ago

until we were expelled for our
sins amidst thunder and fire.

This is the world and we are
its people. You are not of us.

There is heaven
and only the gods live there.

Would you tell us
that you are gods?

The greatest find of all time,
and we're buried with it.

In the name of the King,
I declare sentence upon you.

If you are evil spirits,
you must be destroyed.

If you are mortal, as you claim,
our world cannot support you.

In either case
you must be destroyed.

You will die
in the fire of Ishtar.

Bentley!

Come on!

Bentley!

The light. Their eyes
can't tolerate the light.

Help him up, Jud.

Stop! Stop! Do not run!

Guards! Do not run!

We won the first round.

Look at him.
No pigmentation.

Without sun or ultraviolet
rays they turn into albinos.

The pupils are enlarged to let in the
maximum amount of low-intensity light.

The optical nerve
must be hypersensitive.

That's why they couldn't
stand the light.

And how have they survived
here? What do they eat?

What happened to the mind,

the memories of the past
in the world of light?

So many questions.
So many questions.

And why is it necessary
for them to kill us?

They have to kill us

because we made them doubt
their world is the only world,

their answers
the only answers.

Look out!

Lafarge, wait!

Lafarge, wait!

Wait!

We must get away from them.
We have to get out of here.

If we go back to the temple,
we are lost.

All right, Lafarge,
all right.

We've been going down all the time.
It's getting hotter and hotter.

The air is getting worse.
I can hardly breathe.

What was that?
I don't know.

Lafarge, you wait here.

Come on, Jud.

Listen.

Beasts! Guards! Get them!

The button's jammed!
Come on, let's go.

Come on, Lafarge! Come on!
It won't work.

Forget it. Come on!

I can't go on!

You have to!
Come on!

Lafarge, wait!

Well, at least Lafarge is
at rest where he always lived,

in a world of the past.

Oh, we're right back
where we started.

There's bound to be
a way out of here.

There's fresh air.
It has to come from somewhere.

Why don't we get back to the
river and try and swim out?

Now, you know as well as I do that
river runs underground for miles.

In the King's name...
Do not use the burning light.

We come to you as friends.

I wouldn't count on that.

What do you want?

Since you have shown that you
possess the divine fire of Ishtar,

the King is now convinced
that you are holy messengers.

Are you speaking
only for your King?

The King's will
is law for all.

He has ordered me to
assure you of his friendship

and to invite you
to a royal feast.

We are most grateful.

Where is the absent one?

He was called back
to heaven by Ishtar.

Follow me.

And why did Ishtar send you
to our kingdom?

To see how you live, to learn of
your needs so she can help you.

Does she not know us through our prayers?
Does she not reward us for our sacrifices?

Does she not see us
with her all-pervading eyes?

We are her eyes.

Then you will see.

Our kingdom is your home.

Mushrooms?

Why not?

It's one of the few things
that can grow without the sun.

Come here!

Do not interfere.
The King's will is the law.

The fire of Ishtar
is the law.

So be it.

You have fondness for her,
have you not?

Yes.

She belongs to you.

Go.

The gods do not favor
trading human beings.

Human? She is a marked one.

Are there many like her?
No.

Rarely is one born
with the mark of darkness.

And the others like
yourselves. How many are there?

Twice and a half times 60.

Well, that's not very many.

It is a sacred number.

The highest number that
our sacred food can nourish.

Well, what do you do when your
population exceeds that number?

We kill them.

We sacrifice them
in the fire of Ishtar,

the like of which you possess
within that cylinder.

Speak.

The beasts of the dark
have desecrated our dead.

They took the body of the guard
that was slain by the intruders.

When they were finished with
it, they left it in the tunnel.

All the flesh had been torn
from the body.

You've apprehended them?

I have, O Priest.

Kill them.

Let us now bless
the spirit of the earth.

Ishtar has given us the food of
the tunnels, the fish of the river,

and the sacred milk
of the goat.

Above all, we glorify Ishtar

for giving us power
over the beasts of the dark,

that they may
till the earth beneath us,

so that Sharu, king of kings, his
children and his children's children

may live in strength
and rule the world.

So be it.

Well, even if there is a way
out, we'll never find it.

Not without help.

You mean the albinos?
No.

Well, surely you don't expect the
beasts of the tunnel to help us.

Why should they, after
what's been done to them?

Five thousand years
of slavery.

The planned degeneration
has turned men into beasts.

There's no help there, Jud.

Thank you, Adad.

Lie down, my lord.

Well, go right ahead, Rog.
Don't mind me.

I will watch you
while you're away.

Away?
In your dreams.

What about you? When do you
sleep, Adad? Or do you?

I sleep when my
sleeping time comes.

Your sleeping time?

But how are you able to tell?

Here, in my heartbeat.

One, two, three.

But you're not counting
all the time, are you?

No, I just feel it
all the time.

What happens when
your heart beats faster?

It matters not.
It is my heart, it is my time.

Look, Adad,
you'd better go home.

This is my home.
The King has ordered it so.

Well, never mind the King.
You're free to go. Understand?

Free? What is free?

Well, if you wish to go, you go,
and if you wish to stay, you stay.

That's being free.

Then I am free,
because I wish to stay.

But you're in danger.

Danger? Why?

Because we're different
than your people.

They fear us
and may try to harm us.

You're different, too, and if
you're with us, it may remind them.

What are you going to do?

Try to get back
to our world.

There's nothing
beyond darkness, my lord.

Are you sure of that?

Have you never in your life heard of
a world of light above the darkness?

No, my lord. Never.

Well, then,
let me tell you about it.

The world of light changes
color with every heartbeat.

There are mighty rivers and places where
the land is covered with living things.

And then there are the cities.

Beautiful cities filled with
many people like you and me.

You're speaking of heaven,
my lord.

Maybe I am. Maybe I am.

Well, that's one way
of doing it.

What is it?

Steam from an
underground spring?

Something hotter
than that. Lava.

Figure this one out.

You tan hides with tannic acid
made from tree bark, right?

What do they use?

Want me to ask them?

No, not now. Let's go.

The Egyptians were able to weave
very fine materials out of wool.

The stuff they're weaving here
looks like burlap.

Well, the finer cloth
is loomed by the priests.

One of their trade secrets.

I sure would like to
get out of here.

And that is not all.

The King has shown weakness
and poor judgment.

He believes in the divinity
of these intruders.

Dealing with the divine
is our office.

If we abandon the smallest
particle of it to outsiders,

our position will soon
come to naught.

But are these outsiders
not divine?

No, they are mortal.

Do they not eat when they are hungry?
Do they not sleep when they are weary?

When the guards attacked them,

did not their faces show
the fears of mortal men?

But do they not possess
the power of heaven?

The cylinder they carry
possesses it.

If you had that cylinder, or you,
or you, you could use it, too.

And if it is the power of heaven,
is it not we who should possess it

and use it to control the beasts of the
dark, the people, and yes, if need be,

even a faltering king himself?

You will therefore follow these
intruders wherever they may go,

and bring me that cylinder.

Here's something.

No, that's not it either.

That's hopeless, Roger.

Not as long as we're alive.

Why don't we just give up and
apply for Sumerian citizenship?

I don't like mushrooms.

Now, don't complain, Rog. Last
night we had cave rat for dinner.

No, why don't we settle down?
Especially you?

Why especially me?

Well, there's Adad.

Just imagine what some future
archaeologists would think

if they happened to
rediscover this world

and the wild theories they'd
concoct in order to explain

the presence of dozens of
little Bentleys

speaking Sumerian
with a Harvard accent,

and playing baseball in
front of the temple of Ishtar.

The Ishtar Nine, champions
of the Little Mushroom League?

Come on.

Let's look around some more.
Yeah.

Is all in order?
In order, Captain.

Shall I feed them?
They're getting weak.

You have your orders.

They're not to be fed
until you're told otherwise.

Guards! Sixty lashes!

Please don't interfere. The
beast has committed a crime.

He was hungry.

My orders are
to keep them hungry.

Captain, look.

Do you realize you're bringing
disaster on our heads, and yours, too?

Did you learn that song
as a child?

I did not learn it,
I found it.

It's beautiful.
As beautiful as you are.

No, I'm a marked one.
The priests said so.

They are so right.

It's not only the color of your eyes and
your hair and your cheek that mark you,

but your heart also.
It beats with tenderness.

The love of your ancestors
is there.

Love? I do not understand.

Well, if somebody has hurt
and his hurt gives you pain,

or if somebody has joy and his joy
gives you pleasure, that's love.

Adad, do you believe, as your king
believes, that I'm one of your gods?

No, my lord.

Our gods are always angry
and give orders. You smile.

If I ever get out of here
into my world...

The world of light
and flowers?

...will you come with me?

Yes, my lord.

My lord.

What is it?

The King wishes to
see you at once.

The Captain of the Guards
has been found murdered.

The beasts of the dark
have done it.

It is possible
they intend to revolt.

What about your guards?

Cowards. They tremble at the
sight of their own shadows.

We do not want unnecessary
bloodshed. We need the beasts.

But with your cylinder of fire,
you could bring them under control.

We will not take part in any
plan to punish your slaves.

They are against us.
They are evil.

Ishtar has sent them.

I say to you that she has not.

Take their magic cylinder away
from them and you shall see then

that they are powerless,
and we will have their power.

No, Elinu.
We will not challenge Ishtar.

Have the guards arrest three of the
beasts and beat them until they are dead.

It's dead.

And so are we.

As long as they think we're
armed, they'll stay away from us.

Come on, help me
with these chains.

You're gonna release them?

We can't leave them here.

Why, they attacked us
the last time.

The guards forced them to.

Go!

He was trying to
say something.

They don't have the power of
speech, but they can reason.

And all we can hope
is they try to help us.

Ishtar has turned her face away
from us because we have sinned.

The intruders are the sinners, and
we are to starve because of them.

They are behind the rebellion. It
is they who encourage disobedience

so that the beasts of the dark do
not produce enough to feed us all.

If we cannot produce enough food,
we must reduce our population

as it is inscribed
on the sacred stones.

We will offer them in sacrifice to our
goddess so that the others can live.

In my hand I hold the golden
rod, the secret of death.

For death shall appease Ishtar
through the spirit bride of sacrifice.

Ishtar, who is married for
life to the spirit of our world,

to the glory of death.

I have something to show you,
Priest. Please come with me.

Wait. The King must
see for himself.

The divine messenger
who has gone to heaven.

He was mortal,
as we are mortal.

And he is dead, as we shall soon be dead
if we do not deal with the intruders.

What do you advise?

Give me freedom to act.

You have it. Destroy them!

Did you ever hear of anyone
smoking dried mushrooms?

What?

Oh, nothing. Skip it.

What a pleasant surprise.
Where'd all the food come from?

Slaves back at work?

I don't know, my lord.

The food keeper
was very generous.

Delicious.

Sit down, Adad.

Well, why don't you eat?

Royal food
is not for servants.

Haven't I told you before
that you're not a servant?

Yes.

And what else
have I told you?

That I'm just like you.

Correct. Now eat.

In your presence, my lord,
I cannot eat.

Adad, I...

I want you to...

My lord. My lord!

They poisoned me.

Seize them.

Guards! Kill them!

We've nothing to fear.
I have the burning light.

The eye of Ishtar.

Adad.

Sunlight.

To your people it was a burning
death, but to us it's life.

You see, a long time ago your
people came from our world.

You're a living proof
that that's true.

But they didn't understand. That's
why they called you the marked one.

It's warm. It's beautiful.

And deadly for our friends
of the tunnel.

That's right.

I'm afraid the world
of darkness is theirs forever.

The priests must have had this
secret for thousands of years.

Then finally the sun became
too strong even for them.

You will take me with you?

Well, welcome to
our world, Adad.

It's even more beautiful
than I imagined.

Hey, Rog, look!
There's our gear.

Adad!