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What's going on?

Take a good look.
We're at the Douar el Ousour oasis.

So what?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's beautiful!

I think you're out of your mind.

But l'll be a sport.
Let's go for a walk.

That's fine with me.

It'll give us a chance
to stretch our legs a bit.

We've been rolling in that desert
for over 15 hours.

Look at the size of them.
Do you suppose they're redwoods?

They're date trees. Come on.

Then there's got to be dates up there.

No, it's too early.

Darn! I wouldn't mind a date.

What's to see around here besides trees?

Come on. Don't be such an ass.

These trees are thousands of years old.

Why, it's a biblical site.
Ain't that something?

It's so quiet it's scary.

It's calm and restful.

Come on. Enjoy the silence.

Enjoy it? lt's awful.

I like it. Come on.

It smells weird around here.
It smells exactly like a dead dog.

Come on. Enjoy the scenery.

Come on.

Look! What's that over there?

I heard a noise.

Some kind of creaking sound.

Did you hear?

A frog.

Desert frogs?

Why didn't I think of that?

I think this place is jinxed.
Let's get out of here.

I find it rather romantic.

If I wanted romance, I wouldn't have
come out 300 miles into the desert with you.

In fact, I wonder why I ever accepted.

Come on, let's do something exotic, she said.
I should've stayed home!

Beaches, the nightclub, big mussels,
and sand there too.

Instead, we got this!

Hey, look! This thing sticking out!
Looks like a cannon.

Don't touch it.

I'll settle for this rifle.
There must have been a battle here.

- Listen!
- What now?

I’m splitting.

Quit fooling around!

I'm leaving.

I'm getting back to the car.

You know what? You're no fun!

Wait in the car.
I won't be long.

Do you think Blabert will come with us?

I hope so.

Come in, Kurt. I was expecting you.

Sit down.

Are you sure your information is accurate?

Absolutely.

May I ask what makes you so sure?

I prepared an expedition myself.

On November 15, 1943,

a special commando unit
escorted 16 million in gold.

The convoy left in the direction
of Elaguat Harbor.

You know what I want from you.

You're the only one who knows
where the convoy was intercepted.

We'll make a fine team, the two of us.

But only the two of us.

Of course.

Let me show you on a map
exactly where we intercepted that gold.

Of course,
you're aware there's a legend

the ghosts of your soldiers
still stand guard over the treasure.

They were my best men, expert killers.

I don't believe in legends,

but should it be true,
I'm sure they'll remember who's boss.

If they recognize you.

Here, the oasis at Douar el Ousour.

Take that.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Blabert isn't coming with us?

No. But it doesn't matter.

Blabert just gave it to you?

Yes, is that surprising?

- He's not the kind who makes presents.
- Will you stop bugging me!

I’m going to see Blabert.

We're getting out of here.

We're leaving for the oasis right away.

Robert!

Hey, Robert!

A wire for you.

It just came.

What is it?

- It's my father.
- Bad news?

He's dead.

I’ve got to go.

I must.

“We reached the douar
and waited three days for our orders.

We had no idea at all
what our mission might be.

Then, on April 18, 1943,
our orders were finally radioed in.

We were supposed to intercept a convoy of
Rommel's Africa Corps heading south.

The orders didn't say
what it was supposed to carry.

I got my men together,
and we set out in three jeeps.

We soon found them.

They had a couple of days' lead,

as we found out
in every oasis we reached on their trail.

These weren't ordinary troops.
They'd killed everyone they came across,

as if their orders were to leave
no witnesses behind.

The desert people were friendly to us.

They'd hide us
if we were in a tight spot.”

- What's going on?
- The Germans were here.

They're coming back.

Everyone's fleeing.

Both my boys are dead.

It was a massacre.

Help us, Captain.

You've got to do something.
We're friends.

And they know it.

- They're looking for you.
- They'll kill us if they don't find you.

They'll find us. You bet they will.

We can rest here.

About time.

Let's

Aicha.

Get out.
The captain's much better.

He doesn't need your attention.

As-salaam, Sheikh

Salaam alaikum, my mend.

Do you feel better?

Yes, thank you. Much better.

Thanks to you

and to that young woman.

So you remember my daughter Aicha?

It's one of yours.

They're camping within three days' ride.

There's going to be a great battle.

I’m sorry,
but I've got to make it back there.

You're probably right.
There's going to be a big battle.

My place is with them.

You're right, my friend.

You should make it back in time
to get a new command.

Thank you very much,

but I'm going back to the oasis,
where I lost my last command.

Get it out of your memory.

My men told me there were no survivors.

The oasis is damned.

What do you mean?

Ever since the battle,
no one wants to go near the place.

But not a single German was left alive.

Not quite, my friend.
The nomads say the dead are still alive,

and evil powers
strike all those who come near.

I put no stock in such tales,
but I respect you and your beliefs.

I won't go back to the oasis.

Four days later,
I made it back to the British lines.

For me,
the war was to last two more years.

What kept me going
was the hope of seeing Aicha again.

At the first opportunity,
I went back to the sheikh's douar.

I found him sitting alone
in an empty village,

staring fixedly, absently.

When he finally recognized me,

he uttered that which in my worst imaginings
I had most feared to hear.

Aicha is dead.

HOW?

While giving birth to your son.

So he never saw Aicha again.

When my mother died,
he went back to Tripoli.

He loved this country.

That's where he found out
that the German convoy

had been transferring gold
out of the country.

And you think the gold
lies buried in that oasis?

I think so.

What's the matter with you?
Money isn't everything.

- What's it worth?
- I reckon about six million dollars.

Six million in ingots and gold coins.

- Six million!
- And you know where it is?

- Sure.
- That's pretty important.

And isn't love important?

Ahmed, how would you translate
this into Arabic?

- Take a hike!
- Forget it.

All I have to do now is track down the sheikh.
He knows where the oasis is.

Do you know how to go about it?

I do.

Here's Douar el Boussouf.

Douar el Boussouf?

- Is that where the sheikh is?
- He might be there, that's all I know.

Let's go check it out right now.
Can you imagine? Six million!

And we forget about our exams, right?

Exams don't stand a chance
against six million bucks!

We could wait till the term is finished
and make it over then.

- During break?
- That'd be just swell.

I inherited just enough
to pay for our trip over.

Are you coming?

If you want me to.
I would have failed my exams anyhow.

- What about you?
- I'll follow you.

Six million!

We're on the right track, it's near.

Another 10 minutes and we're there.

This place gives me the jitters.

The thought of six million dollars
lying buried here gives me the jitters.

All right, men.
Let's get to work.

Let's get some sleep.
We've got our work cut out for us tomorrow.

That means you too, Ingrid.
Come on.

Six million dollars.

The girl doesn't count, so that makes
two million each, the way I figure it.

And then, of course,
we could split it two ways, you and me.

Forget it. And if you want my opinion,
leave well enough alone.

Let's walk around a bit, huh?

You don't walk around here
in the middle of the night.

Bullshit. Let's go.

- Come on.
- All right.

Look.

Look at that pile of old junk.

I wouldn't be surprised if the gold
was stashed under that heap of crap.

Stop.

- You hear?
- Yeah.

What do you suppose it was?

Nothing. Calm down.

Who's there?

Stop or l'll shoot!

Stop! Stop!

Let me go!

The living dead! The living dead!

The living dead.

A photo, sir?

Hold it there.

What are you doing?

He handles the camera, and me the sound.

Hello.

My name's Robert.
This is Sylvie and Ronald.

Hi.

We work for Professor Zaniken.

Doesn't the name
mean anything to you?

No, it doesn't.

- You got yourself a real antique there.
- This ain't Hollywood.

Yeah, I can see.

It sure is a beauty!

You coming?

- How did you make out?
- Great, more or less.

- And the song?
- Yes, sounds just like Julio lglesias.

How are you? Hi.

Hi.

- You're on a vacation?
- No. I mean yes, that's right.

They say there's a European very sick
in a douar not far from here.

- Where is he?
- l'll take you there.

Let's go.

- Can we come with you?
- Okay, if you want.

We're looking for the sick man.

Over there. In the big white house.
The caid's house.

Thank you.

You got a sick man here? A foreigner?

Come in, you'll find him on the veranda.

Thanks.

They're there. The dead!

Careful, the sand!
They came out, the dead!

Leave me alone, Blabert.
You're dead too!

Just like the others.

Blabert!

The oasis.

No! It burns!

No! Don't come near me!

The dead! They came out of the sand!

Blabert! Blabert!

It burns!

No, the sand!
They're coming out of the sand!

The dead!

Blabert! Blabert is dead!

I’m Robert Blabert.
I'm Captain Blabert's son.

Let me go.

Kurt! The oasis! Where's the oasis?

Where's the oasis? Tell me!

Tell me, Kurt!

- What happened to him?
- He met the walking dead.

Why are you burning the body?

You must burn it.
Otherwise it comes back.

Yes. We must burn the bodies
of the damned.

He had met the sentries
who guard the great secret.

They would have reclaimed him
after his death.

Where's Erika?
I thought she was with you.

Haven't seen her.

Get in. We're going.

- We better get back.
- Yeah, we're late as it is.

Wait for me!

I'm sorry, Conrad.

Get in.

Lovers are in their own world.

Go fuck yourself.

I'm Robert Blabert.
Is the sheikh in?

Come in, please.

Wait here. l'll tell the sheikh.

- Nice house.
- It's pretty.

Leave us alone, Abdul.

I'm Robert Blabert.

- And you're the father of Aicha.
- Yes.

I found out from my father's diary
that she died giving birth.

Your father was desperate
when I told him.

But I gave him his son.

What happened?

Your father's British first wife was barren.

He took the boy back to London
as his adopted son.

Yes, yes.

You are Aicha's son.

But you didn't come here
to find out about your mother.

You came for another reason.

I'll introduce my friends.

Sylvie.

Ronald.

Ahmed.

Welcome.

We flew 3,000 miles,

and we drove on desert tracks
for three days to get here.

Are we going to turn back

because some old fool
believes in ghost stories

invented by superstitious nomads?

Shut up, Ronald. Don't be a bore.

The man is your host!
And what's more, he's a gentleman.

- Don't you realize?
- You have a certain air too.

We're not at school here.

- You want to go?
- Yes.

You asked for my help,
and maybe going to that oasis is your fate.

Tomorrow I will escort you part of the way.

For now, this superstitious old fool
offers you his hospitality.

Keep going south. lt's the only oasis.

Thank you! Good-bye!

Stop.

Nothing but sand.

It can't be far now. The sheikh said
it was just a few hours from here.

You better find it soon.
I'm getting tired.

Yes, sir. At your service!

Here's the oasis.

Are you happy?

Hey, look!
lt's Professor Zaniken's Rover.

It looks abandoned.

Where do you suppose they went?

They can't be very far.

Let's look for them.

You and Sylvie look over there.
We'll take this side.

Erika!

Professor.

Erika! Professor!

Stay back.

My God. How horrible!

The living dead!

Zombies!

The sand!
They came out of the sand.

The dead.

The living dead!

They came out of-

Who could have done this?

You still want to stay here?

You don't believe me,
and you never will.

Sure, we believe you. We'll dig in the daytime,
and we'll stand watch at night.

We'll take shifts.

Man, it's cold here.

What a surprise.
Just like London!

I want to get out of here.

You're afraid of monsters in the night.
What else is new?

Okay, kids.
We'll dig for a couple of days,

and if we don't hit the jackpot, I'm going
back to London, even if I have to walk.

Hey! I found something!

I know there's a crisis,

but this isn't enough oil
to make it a treasure!

So that's why we're here now,

and that's how we happened to meet.

Six million, it's worth it, no?

And without it,
we never would have met.

- What about the professor?
- He likes to sleep outside.

I've got to get back with the others.

I hate to leave you like this.

I don't mind waiting till we're rich.

Help!

Get UP, quick!

Fire! Build a fire!

- What do you mean?
- Fire is the only thing that stops them.

We've got to hold out till dawn.
Build a fire! Fast! A fire!

Erika!

Quick!

Hum'!

Hum'!

Let's get some bottles and make
some Molotov cocktails, like on campus!

Faster!

Build a fire!
Come on! Hurry up!

Quick!

Hum'!

The gas can!

Fire! Fire!

Faster!

Hum'!

Let me go! Let me 20!

Help!

Help!

I can't last! Help!

Help!

Erika, I'm coming!

Go away! Go away!

Did you find what you were looking for?

I mainly found myself.

Let me guide you to your douar.