Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Run, if you like. There are worse dangers out there than me.
[Climactic instrumental music]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Now go.
...there are rumors spreading to the armies that she is gone.
PHILOS: It works!
- Never! - Then you're a fool.
[Music dramatically builds and crowd cheers]
In fact, I cannot remember how we got here. We took a left turn...
Give the generals the news. Have them make their armies ready for the final campaign.
You know this?
Memnon is.
Let me know if there's anything else you'd like.
Remember, you are an Akkadian. You make an oath, you always have to keep it, right?
...no mortal can defeat Memnon.
You're a king now, Akkadian.
[Rhythmic drumbeat]
[Memnon and sparring partners shouting and grunting]
All right. I'll kill them all.
THORAK: Don't touch that.
... and swept across the barren lands of the ancient world.
MATHAYUS: Thorak.
You again.
[Mathayus shushes Tutu]
Great gods.
It is customary for the sorceress to be present at these meetings.
And what people would that be, Balthazar?
[Men shouting, women screaming]
So you're going to use me first, and then kill me. I feel so much better.
He was the greatest swordsman the world had ever seen.
EXECUTIONER: There's the traitor!
PHILOS: We're almost there.
My lady, how lovely to see you out here in this desolate place.
And if he isn't stopped, he'll sweep across this land and kill all of you.
[Music crescendo]
...we'll kill for free.
But a smart guide wouldn't, or he'd be shown into Memnon's dungeon.
[Villagers shouting encouragement]
[Sound of horse hooves]
Mathayus.
So we have a problem, as long as you're alive.
Nor shall he die by your hand...
No need for concern, miss.
Get him!
I would have captured him myself, but he ran like a coward.
That's my special magic powder.
Some are certain and some remain shadows.
MATHAYUS: What is this place?
By the law of the horde, their greatest warrior was proclaimed their king.
[Somber instrumental music]
[Mathayus whistles]
Come with me.
... of killing...
Which limb do I take first?
Horse thief.
[Rowdy shouting and yelling]
Rule well.
Stay here.
ARPID: Where am I going? PHILOS: Stop.
Bring them.