♪♪ (singing in Zulu) ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - Where are my elephant? We've been searching for hours. I've not seen one. I'm not going back home empty-handed, Mr. McNabb. (elephants trumpeting) - There you are, sir. See? Mostly females. A few males. Not much ivory, I'm afraid. (elephant trumpeting) - Who cares? It's something to shoot. (elephants trumpeting) - All right, I've got you covered. Just take it nice and easy. (elephant trumpeting) - No. Mr. Bitter! No animal is to be dropped unless I say so. - This is my safari, Mr. Quatermain. - I promised you one full-grown male. And that is what you will get, sir. (elephant trumpets) - Allan. Sir, I'm sorry, sir. - I did not travel thousands of miles for one measly elephant. - I'll take care of it, sir. - Yeah. (elephant trumpeting) - What are you doing? I need this job, he's used to getting what he wants. - That's not my problem. - We don't make him happy, he just hires another guide. - The man is not shooting females and calves when he is with me. - With more and more of his kind coming out here, we could be rich. You could be rich, I could be rich, you could take proper care of your son. - Don't you dare. - We've got a contract, McNabb. I'll kill as many of the filthy beasts as I like. - You'll get your kills, sir. - Not with me you won't. - You go ahead and shoot. (elephant trumpets) - No. No! (grunts) (elephant groans, cries) (gunshot) (elephants trumpeting) (elephants trumpeting) - Here, Quatermain. You okay? - (speaking Zulu) - Well, that wasn't a bad haul for the first day, don't you think? - No, not bad. - Mr. Bitter, a wounded elephant is the most dangerous animal in the bush. This mother, she's big, powerful and she is very smart. She knows exactly who it is who shot her. - Really? - Really. - Is that true? - But she's probably been mauled by a pack of lion or hyena by now. - Good, good. Splendid! What rubbish. (animal growling) (elephant bellows) (elephant roars) Ah. McNabb! (elephant trumpets) Quatermain! Quatermain! Oh, no! (elephant trumpeting) Help! (elephant trumpeting) (shouting in Zulu) - Oh! (elephant roaring) - Duck! (elephant roaring) - Higher! - Ah! - Aah! Unh! (elephant trumpeting) (all shouting) - Cut me loose. Now! (bearers shouting) - (speaking Zulu) (elephant roaring) - Aah! (elephant trumpeting) (grunts) (elephant roaring) - Come on. That's right. (elephant trumpets) (elephant groaning) - Sorry, girl. - ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - My dearest Elizabeth. At long last, my seemingly endless quest to unlock the mystery of King Solomon's Mines is almost over. I must also report with a certain amount of irony that, while I am as close to the mines as I have ever been, there are outside forces that could prevent me from reaching my goal-- momentarily, I'm sure. It has come to my attention that my wealthy benefactors and the local Kuakuani tribes are in some sort of competition to plunder the riches of Africa. It has become depressingly apparent that you are the only one I can still trust. I am sending you this map for safekeeping. It is of tremendous value and must be guarded with great care. It is my hope that I can protect you from the dangers that I have encountered. But in the event that you shall need protection, I urge you to look up Allan Quatermain. He is a man of great honor. Please keep this map from harm's way, and perhaps we can keep the mines safe from those who would tarnish its legend forever. Your loving father. - ♪♪ (chanting, drumming) - Bintu... take this. Run as fast as you can and stop for no one. - Quatermain, Africa shines on you. You should not blame this land for your bad luck. - Khiva, I'm not blaming Africa for anything, and it has nothing to do with bad luck. What with a partner stabbing me in the back, and my wife... I have a son in England who I believe needs a father. And it's about time I become one. - You do not belong in England. You belong here with us. - Yeah, Africa won't be the same without you. - Africa is going to be the same whether I'm here or not. - (speaking Zulu) - I am Twala. King of this land, and all that you see. - Oh, you speak English? - I know the language of the White Man. - But why did you bring me here? - You have a map that leads to a key. I want that key. - I-- I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about. - (speaking Zulu) - No. Wait. Yes, I-- I found... I found a map, and it may have mentioned something about a key. But it's long gone. I sent it across the great ocean to my daughter in England. - That is unfortunate for you. You will bring it back. - That's impossible. - No, Maitland. Nothing is impossible. You will write a letter to your daughter in England and tell her to bring that map back to us. - (hissing) - No, the Czar of Russia hired me to find that map, and he had a great army behind him. I wasn't afraid of him. And I'm not afraid to die. (groaning) - I can bring you pain far worse than death. - (groaning) (Big Ben chiming) - Father? - Hello, Harry. - Father! - Oh, God, I missed you. - Me too. - So, let me look at you. (laughs) You're definitely not little Harry anymore-- I guess I have to call you Big Harry, huh? Hello, Charles. - Who's here? - Hello, Margaret. - It's... it's been a long time, Allan. - Yes, it has. - You're not going to take him back to Africa. - No, no, I'm back. I'm in London. - No, Allan. Harry's happy here. We're seeking custody. - Would you excuse us? I... I love you. - I love you, too. Go. I'll see you soon. - Come, dear. (horse neighs) - Allan, they're filthy rich, and they're determined to keep him. You see, it may well be seen in a court of law that you abandoned your son. - I did not abandon my son. When his mother died, I sent him to London to be with his grandparents because I felt it was the best thing for him at the time. - You sent him thousands of miles away from you. - For his own good. - Yet you chose to remain there. - Austin, I had to make a living. - It's a very exciting life you lead, Allan. Big game hunting, going on safari. Seeing the savage land firsthand-- no one really blames you for choosing this above your family. - I did not choose Africa over my family. - To be perfectly honest, Allan, in my opinion, Harry's far better off with his grandparents. He'll have plenty of money, he'll go to fine schools-- - Well, I am not interested in your opinion, Austin. I am his father, he is my blood. You need to tell me whether I have a case or not. - Well, you'll have to prove to the courts that you're a suitable and responsible parent. What you need is money, Allan, plenty of it. Because they're going to fight you tooth and nail. Short of that, I don't see any way that you're going to get your son back. I'm sorry. - Handsome lad. But that's a strange-lookin' dog. - It's a warthog. - It's a warthog. (laughing) - Bartender? Another one, please? - Troubles? - Only if you consider being told you're an unfit father trouble. - Here. Good luck, guv. - Thank you. - We're obviously in the wrong place-- come, Elizabeth, I don't want you mixing with this sort. - Captain, don't be silly. If he's here, I'm going to find him. - Can I help you, madam? - Yes, we're looking for a gentleman by the name of Mr. Allan Quatermain. - Here, I'm Allan Quatermain. - No, I'm Allan Quatermain. - Now see here, my good man, this is a lady you're speaking to. - Oh, the American. I think you're looking for the soak at the end of the bar. - Are you Mr. Allan Quatermain? My card. This is Captain Good. We're interested in going to Africa. - Quite right. Now, if you could manage to pull yourself from your libation for a moment. - I am sorry. I'm not in the safari business anymore. Why don't you and... Count Dracula shove off? - You will curb your tongue, sir, or you'll deal with me. - (chuckling) Aye-aye, Captain. - There's a great deal of money in it for you. - To do what? - To help me find my father. He's been kidnapped in Africa. - Africa is no place for a lady. - I'm not afraid of anything, Mr. Quatermain. Especially when it comes to saving my father's life. (Big Ben chimes) What a complete and utterly loathsome man. What on Earth was my father thinking to entrust his well-being to an uncouth drunk with absolutely no manners? - And too much common sense? - What? - He makes a point, Elizabeth, about you and Africa. Is it absolutely necessary that you should go? - Please don't start again. You know I've made my mind up. If Quatermain won't take us, well then, we'll find somebody who will, it can't be that difficult. - Good! Is that you? - Praytor? Bushell. - What brings you back to dry land, Captain? - Well, um, well, this is my dearest niece. Elizabeth Maitland, Praytor, Bushell. - Ma'am. - Charmed. - Praytor and Bushell were with me on H.M.S. Hidalgo. Or was it the Kincardine? - It seems you have a great deal of things to catch up with. So I'll see myself back to the hotel. - Very well, then. But make sure you stick to the main streets. - I shall. Nice to meet you. - So, what're you up to? - Aah! Stop! Stop! Give it to me, you little thief! (knife unsheathing) - Give me the map, Ms. Maitland. - I don't know what you're talking about. - The map from your father. It belongs to us. Unh! (grunting, fighting) - You all right? - Yeah. Thank you. - You're welcome. I did not realize that your father is Samuel Maitland, head of Archaeology at Oxford. - That's right. - Tell me what happened to him. - I've told you. He's been kidnapped. He sent me a letter. - Did they say where they might be holding him? - Some place in southern Africa, and I'm prepared to offer you a great deal of money to take me there. - Africa is an incredibly dangerous place. Quite far removed from the luxuries of home. - Elizabeth! Thank God you're back. - Is everything all right? - Something's happened. Come quickly. - Look at this place. - Yes, I know. - (sighs) Oh... - This was no robbery. The man in the alley. He was not after your purse, He was looking for something else. - You've been attacked? - I'm fine, Captain. - I think there's something you're not telling me, Ms. Maitland. - Go on. - Before he was kidnapped, my father sent me something. - What? - I'm sure you've heard of King Solomon's mines. - King Solomon's mines do not exist. They are a myth. - This map leads to the untold wealth of the ancient Israelites. My father spent the best part of 30 years looking for it. He told me to guard it with my life. - May I see it? - If I don't take it to Africa, whoever kidnapped him will kill him. - I don't think so. - What? - They sell these maps by the wagonful to tourists in Cape Town. - Well, you must be mistaken, because my father's life depends on me getting that map to an African tribesman in some place called Sitandra's Kraal. - I'm sorry, the mines are a joke, and this map... - What is it, Quatermain? - All right, I can concede that Professor Maitland made some unique discovery, but I know that the mines do not exist. - I don't care about the mines. I care about my father. Now, will you help me save him? ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - Huh. Good God, do they always live like this? No, thank you, ma'am, no. - Quatermain! I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away from Africa long. It's good to have you back. - It's good to be back. Only for a short time, though. Just a visit. - I'll believe that when I see it. - Believe it. - Stay out of trouble. - I will try. - You should run for governor. - Oh, too dangerous. Sambona! - Hey! Numza, Quatermain! - Numza. - (men sigh) - (speaking Zulu) - (speaking Zulu) - (speaking Zulu) - What are they saying? - Uh, weather's been terrible. Ms. Elizabeth Maitland. Captain Good. This is Khiva and Ventvogel. "V" for short. So... I have a job for you. But you look a little busy. - (men laughing) - We are ready to settle. - You are not gonna believe this, but we are looking for the mines again. What do you think of that? - It is her. - Did you see the map? - Nyet. But she is traveling with others. The old one... and Quatermain. - You recognize him? - Oh, yes. - So tell me about this Quatermain. - He arrived in this country 12 years ago. Showed up at my office fresh off his ship with nothing but a rifle. I took him on. For a while, we did well. - And then? - He brought his wife out to Africa, had a child. And then he got careless. Took his wife on safari. She got mauled by a lioness protecting its cubs. Of course, he went crazy. Started thinking he'd been punished for all the killing he'd done. And then he turned on me. - What if we have to kill him? - Let's just say I won't have him turn on me again. - You understand that the map that they carry is the property of the Czar? - I understand you need a guide who knows Africa better than your two friends here from Siberia. - You will be our guide for 10% of whatever we find. - 25, and don't say 22 and a half. - Fine, deal. - Ladies and gentlemen, the Bloem Hotel. - So, this is it. Seems pleasant enough. - Now, Ms. Maitland, I trust that you have suitable clothing for a safari. - I believe I have suitable clothing for a safari, Mr. Quatermain. - After you. - Thank you. And what is this? - Ostrich neck, sir. - Ostrich neck? - You don't like it, baas? - Well... bon appetit. - What time do we leave tomorrow? - Crack of dawn. - Quatermain. You lily-livered pansy. I thought I told you not to show your ugly face around these parts again. - Mr. Quatermain, there's a very large, hairy gentleman requesting your attention. - Yes, Ms. Maitland, I can smell him. - Why don't you just stand up and fight like a man? Or in your case, like a woman. - Would you excuse me? Forgive me. - C'mon, laddie. You're goin' outside! Good, that's very good. Try an African tree for a change. - Aren't you going to do something to help him? - Aah! - You can dance all you like, Quatermain, but you're not g-- - You Scottish... - Captain, stop them! - Are we done yet, Henry? 'cause I don't know about you, but I need a drink. Thank you, Captain. - Oh-- - So, this Professor Maitland is being held by a native tribe. - Yes, um, he called them the Kuakuani. Have you ever heard of 'em? - No, can't say that I have. What would they want with a professor-type, anyway? - Well, that's where it gets very interesting. Professor-- - I don't think we need to go into that, do you, Mr. Quatermain? - Ms. Maitland, although Sir Henry may not look like much, he is honorable, and I would trust this man with my life. - Fine. - Hey. So, do you think it's genuine? - Henry... - This journey isn't about locating the mines and finding riches. It's about saving my father's life. - Well, I believe in cold, hard cash, Missy. - And I believe that I'm paying you handsomely to help me trade this map for my father. What you do after that is up to you. Good night, gentlemen. - Ah, you never learn, do you, Quatermain? - What're you talking about? - Takin' a woman out there. (sighs) - I heard everything. Do you have the money? They are leaving tomorrow. - Hah, where to? - Sitandra's Kraal. They are to meet a native and give him a map. (birds caw, crow) ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - So what are you reading? - Oh, "The Mystery of King Solomon's Treasures." King Solomon's mines are a part of ancient history. Like Captain Kidd's treasure? Or Atlantis... right, Quatermain? - Something like that. - Don't let him fool ya. Quatermain believes in the mines. He even tried to find 'em once. - Really? - I was a kid. - Hah! You were almost 30. - It was years ago, and I never found one shred of evidence that proves that the mines exist. - Aye, but a good story is still a good story. Why don't you tell us about it, Ms. Maitland? - Why not? It'll pass the time. - Aye. - Well... according to the Biblical accounts, King Solomon ruled Judea for 40 years. He was supposedly a very wise king who united the lands around Jerusalem into a single country. And he built one temple to the One God of the Hebrews. It was to rival all the grand palaces of Mesopotamia and Egypt. So he sent his men to the far corners of the world, and they found a place where it was said the ancestors of the ancients buried a huge treasure trove of riches of every kind. Diamonds, gold, emeralds, rubies. This place was called Ophir. And on the return, these riches were used to adorn King Solomon's temple. And nothing in the world rivaled it. However, it is said that only a small amount of what the men found in Ophir was actually used in his temple. And the rest has yet to be found. - (speaking Zulu) - Would you care to have some, baas? - Well, it depends. What're you eating? - Mmm, African delicacy. You know, more like your caviar. - Caviar, eh? - Yeah. - Well then, I'll give it a try. That's not bad. What do you call it? - Mopani worms. - Worms? - (both laughing) - Absolutely beautiful. The savannah, Ms. Maitland. Truly beautiful, is it not? - Yes. (horse whinnies, snorts) - So let me take a look. - Oh! Honestly, Mr. Quatermain. How does your wife tolerate your uncivilized behavior? - Put this on, it just might help. - His wife's dead, Ms. Maitland. Happened a long time ago. And for your information, I think she liked his... "uncivilized behavior." - (breathing heavily) - What's she doing? - Determining whether you shall live or die. She's reading your daughter's thoughts, seeing her journey. If Gagool sees your daughter coming, then you shall live. If not... - (speaking Zulu) - (speaking Zulu) - It seems that your daughter has failed you. - (speaking Zulu) (continues in Zulu) - Good news. Your daughter brings the map. You shall live... for now. - No, I-- I don't understand you, Twala. What do you want with the mines? You have no need for their riches. - It is not riches that I crave. - Ah, you crave power... the Stone of the Ancestors. But why? I mean, you're the-- you're the king of this land. Of all these people. - It is not enough! It is not enough! - Aah! Oh. - My father was banished from this place and sent to the land of the white man. I was raised amongst you. - (groaning) - I know who you are. And I know the best way to defeat you. ♪♪ (singing in Zulu) (bearers talking, chanting) (horse whinnies) (horse whinnies) (distant lion roaring) (bearers talking, chanting) (cub snarling) (cub mewling) - (chuckling) (cub growling) Hey, look at you. (cub mewling) Come here. - Hey, baas! - Khiva, V. (shouting in Zulu) (bearers shouting) Ms. Maitland, stop! Do not touch those cubs. - They're all on their own. If we leave them here, they'll die. - Then so be it. - Let go of me! - Listen to me, their mother is either dead or right behind that bush, waiting to come down on you like one of those antelope. - Is this really necessary, Quatermain? - Captain Good, this is not your London high society where all you have at stake is your reputation. Out here, it is your life that's at stake. (cubs mewling) - All clear, Quatermain. - Thank you, Henry. It's late. We need to find a safe place to camp. - All right. (shouting in Zulu) ♪♪ (singing in Zulu) (indistinct chatter) - I've never seen so many stars. It's really beautiful out here. - The savannah is seductive that way. (distant bird cawing) Khiva. - Numza. - We'll take turns at the fire tonight. I'll take the first watch. - (speaking Zulu) - (speaking Zulu) - Why do we need the fire in this heat, hey? - Keeps the predators away, Captain. - Oh! Oh, I see. Well, if you need me, just call. Good night. (distant animal calling) - I'm beginning to see why my father loves Africa so much. It's breathtaking. - That it is. - You mean to say we actually agree on something? (distant animal calling) - I suppose so. - Just look at this. Thank you for coming on this journey with me. (distant animal calling) - It's getting late. We've got a lot of ground to cover tomorrow. - Right. Good night, Mr. Quatermain. - Good night, Ms. Maitland. (birds calling) - (grunts) (growling) - (gasping) (cheetah growling) - (straining) - Ah! - (shouting) (pots clanging) (both shouting) (cheetah growling) - Believe me, she's a lot more frightened of you than you were of her. - I sincerely doubt it. - Are you all right? - Yeah. - (shouting in Zulu) - (clearing throat) All clear, Quatermain. - Nicely done, Henry. - If you find a proper cat, you let me know. - Good morning! Looks like a lovely day. Did you sleep well, Elizabeth, eh? Hmm? Henry, what's for breakfast? - Guinea fowl stew. ♪♪ - So, how are you holding up? - Just fine, Mr. Quatermain. - How much further to Sitandra's Kraal? - About, uh, three hours, if we're lucky. (horses whinnying) (horse grunts) (chanting, drumming) - (wincing) (chanting, drumming) - That's our man. - Your safety is my responsibility. There has to be another way. - My father's letter was very specific. I have to make the exchange by myself. - I'm afraid she's right, Captain. - But, for Elizabeth to go alone? - We will be right behind her the whole way. Now, you see anything suspicious at all, you yell as loud as you can and you run for cover. You hear? Now listen, you be very, very careful. Now go. - Aye, numza. V, behind those rocks. Khiva, right flank behind those bushes. - Give map. - No. Not until I see my father. - Give me map! - Not until you show me my father! - Put the map down, Ms. Maitland. Back away. (chickens clucking) - Quatermain? - What? - We've got a problem. I think this is our man, and he's dead. - Elizabeth! Run! (gunshot) - Ah! - (cries out) (gunshots) Oh! (gunshots) - Oh! (gunshots) - (grunts) - Cover me! She's near that hut! Ms. Maitland! Elizabeth! - (shouting) - (shouting) (gunshots) - Get on, Ms. Maitland! Come on, come on. Get on. (gunshots) - (grunts) - Okay. (horse whinnying) Back! - Unh! Sergei! I'm hit! - Sergei... (speaking Russian) (gunshots) Come on! (speaking Russian) - Swine! - Sergei! Sergei! - (grunting) (shouting in Russian) (distant shouting) (horse whinnies) - Quatermain! - Elizabeth! - (speaking Zulu) - Are you all right? - They sounded like Russians. And they knew about the map. - Russians? What the hell are Russians doing here? - I'm fine. - Elizabeth, uh, you must tell them. - Tell them what? - For the last few years, my father's pursuit of King Solomon's mines has been financed by the Czar of Russia. I suppose they think the map belongs to him. I didn't think it would be an issue. - My God. - Ah! (panting) (groaning) - Petre is wounded. Where were you? You were supposed to cover us! - I was not hired to kill for your precious Russia. - You had the shot on Quatermain. I know you had the shot. - I'm a tracker. I track. That's what I do. You want to kill Quatermain, you go ahead. But that's your department. Not mine. - You're a coward, McNabb. You sided with us. You made that choice. Live with it. Because after today, your friend Quatermain wouldn't hesitate to kill you. - He's headed further inland. The tribes on the other side of those mountains are not always so friendly. If we stay on his trail, we let him do the work. - Everything's going to be fine. - Oh? Fine, how? What are we going to do now? - Henry? - No. No. I know what you're thinking, Quatermain. But you can just forget about it, right now! - It's time to visit an old friend. - No! - Yes. - Ah, Mooma Tuussee. - She's a sangoma. (laughter) - Sir Henry. How long has it been? (chanting) - I don't think we should be talking to a witch doctor. - (chanting) - We have no choice. - Your father is a teacher. - A professor, actually. - Sir Henry. I think you have something for me that might help. A necklace. (chanting) He was a Kuakuanis. Very loyal to their king. A man named Twala. Twala holds your father. You have a map. Let me see it. (chanting) Follow the map. Get the key. - What key? - The key to King Solomon's Mines. You will find the key in the Tomb of the Righteous, in the sands of the great desert. Follow the path to Sheba's eye, through her breasts, and into the valley of the Kuakuanis. The mine is there. And Twala will be waiting. - And my father? - He, too... by the grace of the Ancestors. Go. Travel quickly. There isn't much time. - What just happened in there? And who is this Twala? - I don't know. But the stakes just went way up. ♪♪ (tribal chanting) Wait here a minute. ♪♪ (tribal chanting) Who are you, and what do you want? - I am Umbopa. You are headed north. I was born in the north. I haven't been home for a long time. I will go with you. - I thank you. But we don't need another bearer. - I require no pay, and I can be of great assistance. - Just the same, I don't need any more men. - I know this land very well, and I've crossed the great desert before. - Khiva is chief bearer. He'll tell you what to do. All right everyone, listen up. We are now moving into uncharted territory, where few have gone, and even fewer have returned. So if there is anyone at all who wants to turn back, I suggest you do it now. There is no shame. - We're all going with you. - Of course not, Quatermain. We have no option. - Numza. - Why do you think African tribes would be interested in King Solomon's mines? They have no use for gold and jewels and stuff like that. - That's a good question. - I think it's the Stone. - What are you two talking about, what stone? - Legend tells that King Solomon's mines contain an ancient relic. The Stone of the Ancestors. - Do you think this is why they're holding my father? - But they do say the one who holds the Stone rules all of Africa. Let's move out. ♪♪ Hold. - Do you see them? (horses whinnying) - All right! This is where we dump the horses. We let 'em go now, they have some chance to get back to Sitandra's alive. - What do you mean? We're leaving the horses? - We are being followed, Captain. So, Henry... - Aye, Quatermain. - You, V, Khiva, put together only what we absolutely need for the trip, and get the rest together to move out. Captain, if you could help, please. - (scoffing) We're going out there on foot? (horse whinnies) - Ms. Maitland, you should go back with the horses. Momma Tuussee can arrange safe passage to Cape Town for you. - What about my father? - I will find your father. - (sighing) Look, I need to apologize. I should have told you about the Russians. - The truth is, you haven't done half bad. (porters shouting) I also think that your father would be very proud of you. - I hope so. I need to see this through. I'm staying. - Horses are ready, baas. And so am I. - All right. Khiva. - Yeah. - You stay with me. V, I need you to take three bearers. I need you to scramble the area. You take two horses east, two horses south. And we're going to confuse the hell out of these guys. Then swing back around, and we'll meet up tonight at Cascamba River. - (speaking Zulu) - All right. And be there. - (speaking Zulu) (bearers talking) - And I certainly hope you know what you've gotten yourself into. - I do. - There goes our transportation. - Everybody take your shoes off. We need them following the horses, not us. - Whoa. (horses whinnying) They were just here. A few hours ago at the most. (horse whinnying) - Over here. Tracks. They went this way. - No, wait. More tracks here. Two sets of tracks. - What now? - Which way, McNabb? Stop wasting time, McNabb. Which way? - Quatermain, you ditched the horses. Those tracks are a ruse. They went this way. On foot. - How do you know? I see no boot prints. - Bare feet made those tracks. Believe me, I know the way Quatermain thinks. (bearers talking) - (grunts) - Hey, let me help you, baas. - Nonsense. I can carry my fair share. Are you sure this is my fair share? - (laughing) (laughter) - It's truly amazing to be out walking in a place that hasn't changed for thousands of years. - Most people only see bleakness in the desert. - I can't believe it's taken me this long to get here. - Why didn't you ever ask your father if you could join him? - I did. All the time. But, like you, he thought that his fragile daughter would be best left at home. It was far too dangerous for me to go. - You don't say much, do you? ♪♪ (bearers talking) - This is ridiculous. Quatermain, it's been a long day. Why don't we make camp? - We're trying to remain invisible, Captain. This is way too out in the open. We wait for V, get water, and we're gone. - Someone is coming! - (panting) - Oh. (bearers shouting) - Sambona, V! - Oh, I'm sorry, baas. - So what happened? - I led them several miles. But I don't think they followed. - Seems our Russian friends have a tracker. - Maybe we should keep moving. - Well, what's the difference if we make camp? They know that we're here. At least we'll be rested. - This is an excellent idea, Captain. Khiva. Take the bearers, erect the tents, gather wood, build a fire. - Yeah, baas. - So, you've finally come to your senses. - Something like that. ♪♪ (distant animal calling) - They're still asleep. This is the chance. - Don't take him for a fool. He knows we're following him. You already made sure of that. - The map is the property of mother Russia. And I take my orders directly from its czar. Not from you. - I thought we agreed to let Quatermain take the risk of a spear in the gut from a native. We simply follow. - No. We take the map now. I want as few people as possible getting to those mines. - Your impatience, my friend, already got this man shot. - And your procrastination is weakness. (speaking Russian) (speaking Russian) (bearers shouting) - Colonel. They were never here. - Ivan-- (horse whinnying) (horse whinnying) - We do it my way now? ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - I pray facing towards home each morning. It gives me strength. - So how long has it been since you've been there? - I was forced to leave when I was just a small child. - So you just decided to go back? - The gods have foretold. They have given me you. - Me? I don't understand. - We'll be shown the way. You must have faith. - I don't think the gods concern themselves too much with me. - The gods know you very well, Quatermain. The gods smile upon you. And they know your destiny, even if you do not. ♪♪ - What were you two talking about? - Nothing. I'm just still trying to figure him out. - Did you? - (laughing) Actually, no. - I think he's sad. The kind of sadness that keeps him from sharing his life with others. In many ways, he's just like you. He doesn't quite fit in, but he doesn't know what to do about it, either. - Is that right? - Yes. It is. (bearers talking) (birds calling) - (speaking Zulu) - (speaking Zulu) (villagers talking) ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - (speaking Zulu) - That's a nice watch, baas. - Thank you. So's your necklace. - You want to trade for it? - My dear Khiva, this watch was given to me by Her Majesty on my retirement. It's very special. - Oh, this is special, too. - Very well. It's a deal. - This is beautiful. What does it stand for? - I don't know. I bought it in a souvenir shop in Cape Town. (laughing) (laughter) (speaking Zulu) - Khiva. - How far do you think it is before we get to this tomb? - It's hard to say. - What do you think the cobra represents? - A marker. Hopefully the entrance to the mine. - I don't understand. A cobra? - It's either an actual monument, a geological rock formation, or it could be a warning. - A warning of what? - I don't know. But we'll find out. - These tracks are fresh. They're no more than an hour ahead. - Good. - (speaking Russian) (bearer singing) - How much further, Sir Henry? This is unrelenting. (bearer singing) ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - Quatermain! Look! ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - I'll be damned. - Let's go have a look. - Come on, Captain. Let's get there. - (speaking Zulu) - You were right! (bearers shouting) - So, this is the cobra's head. But there's not much else. - I can't tell what the hell we're looking for. (vultures screeching) - We should have ridden those horses until they dropped dead. - The vultures would have given us away. Bloody idiot. (pistol cocks) - McNabb! I think maybe you don't want us to catch up. I think maybe you are with Quatermain. - Go ahead. And when the wind comes up and blows these tracks away, the three of you can wonder around in this desert together lost... till the vultures come and pick out your eyeballs. (vultures screeching) Go on, they're hungry. Don't ever point a gun at me again. (vulture screeching) - (coughing) - Get up. (speaking Russian) - To the Ancestors, you know. - To you, Sir Henry, who had the foresight to pack a necessity beyond all necessities-- whisky. - Aye, the same right back at ya, Admiral. - Captain. - Ah, congratulations. You've just been promoted. - I'll drink to that. - I can't just stand around here doing nothing. Looking at rocks. We have to do something. - This book explains why King Solomon hid the key in a mine in the middle of a desert. - It does? What does it say? - Well, it turns out that King Solomon was building such an incredibly ornate temple because he had fallen in love with a certain queen. - The Queen of Sheba. - So when Sheba traveled to Jerusalem to meet Solomon, they fell in love completely. Passionately. Yet Sheba's people did not approve. She was, after all, an African queen. And they were so different. They were from such different places. One steeped in the culture and tradition of Africa-- - And the other one, not. - So when she went back to Africa, Solomon would not give up. He was so in love that he sealed the mines and offered the key to Sheba in exchange for her becoming his wife. Actually trying to bribe her. The man was so desperate that he sent righteous men to wait for her reply. And they waited for years. But Sheba could not bear to leave her people. So Solomon sealed the key in a tomb forever. - What happened to Solomon and Sheba? - Never saw each other again. It's sad. - It is. I wonder what it's like to feel so passionate about someone, you're willing to sacrifice everything. ♪♪ - I put my father's life in your hands. ♪♪ (stone grinding) Oh! - Ms. Maitland! Are you all right? - I think so. - Elizabeth! - What the hell? - Elizabeth, are you all right? ♪♪ - I think I found it. - Nothing down here. Totally safe. - (speaking Zulu) - Been down here a long time. Oh, there you go. - For the Ancestors? - Aye. - Help me. (blowing) - (speaking Zulu) - Help me. - All that dust. (straining) Go. - What's down here? - See anything? No key. - Ah, look at it. Hey. Quatermain! Come and look here. - (speaking Zulu) - Easy, now. - Henry, No! Don't touch it. Don't touch anything. - Elizabeth? - He-- - Elizabeth? - Don't scream. - Oh! - (speaking Zulu) ♪♪ (tribal chanting) - (groaning) - Hey, Captain Good? Wake up. Wake up! - (groaning) - Captain? - Who was it? - Captain... are you all right? - Unh. (sighs) - Oh, okay. - Where's Elizabeth? - It-- it was the Russians. - Russians? - Yeah. And there was another man. - What man? - Dark hair, dressed like you. A-- a hunter. - McNabb. ♪♪ (tribal singing)
