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: But all this would just be myth of course, sir? Rabbi
: Oh, I think not. Inspector Trout
: No? Rabbi
: No. There is little doubt that the plagues did occur, though so distant now as to seem a myth.
: One more question, if I might, sir? What did she look like? Goldsmith
: Well, she was a tall, attractive, young lady. She didn't speak much, as I remember, but she was, uh... Inspector Trout
: Smart, sir? Goldsmith
: Good day, Inspector Pike. Inspector Trout
: Trout, sir. Goldsmith
: Ah, yes, of course.
: Uh, these ten curses, would they follow any particular order? Rabbi
: Hm. That is a point that Talmudic scholars have debated for generations, but there is no doubt that the classical tradition is: the curse of boils, bats, frogs, the curse of blood, the curse of rats, hail, of beasts, the locusts, of course, the death of the first-born, and then, finally, of darkness. Inspector Trout
: Darkness, Rabbi? Rabbi
: Yes. The final curse upon the land, to end forever the sleep of man.
: Oh, don't take him out like that. At least cover his face... what's left of it.
: Anyway, medical men die every day. Inspector Trout
: I'm aware of that sir. Crow
: Good. They're composed of the same flesh and blood as you and I. Inspector Trout
: I'm aware of that too sir. I happen to have seen rather a lot of their flesh and blood in the past few days.
: Well I have discovered they all have one thing in common. Inspector Trout
: If you say they've all died mysteriously I'll bloody kill you!
: One of a set. Inspector Trout
: A set? You mean there's more than one of them? Goldsmith
: Of course there's more than one of them, that's why it's a set.
: Somebody is using these ancient biblical curses to kill everyone associated with the Phibes' operation. But, I mean: the husband's dead, there's no children, it all happened ages ago - so who the hell are we looking for?
: I'm going alone. Maybe he'll trade my life for my son's. Inspector Trout
: If you think you can reason with him, then you're as mad as he is!
: Sorry for taking up your valuable time. Goldsmith
: Reasonably valuable I would like to think.
: Well you should have driven faster. Sgt. Schenley
: Faster? I got there five minutes before the locals. Inspector Trout
: But two minutes after the plane had crashed!
: There was a lady. Inspector Trout
: Right, this woman... Goldsmith
: No, not a woman. A lady.
: Part of the Inspector Trout
: The what, Sir? Rabbi
: What form would the curses take Sir? Rabbi
: There's the curse of boils, of bats... Inspector Trout
: Frogs? Rabbi
: Frogs, yes. And the curse of blood. Inspector Trout
: I see Sir, yes.
: The curse of hail in the bloody middle of nowhere.
] Dr. Vesalius
: That still leaves the final curse. Sgt. Schenley
: Darkness. Inspector Trout
: Well he'll be working on it wherever he is.
: We have got to find Phibes!
: Bats appearing out of nowhere... I don't know, it - it just doesn't make sense.
: When you've finished up there, I want you to question the butler again. There may be something he's over-looked.
: Every time we build a better mousetrap, sir, Phibes just builds a better mouse.
: But no one's ever gotten the better of Phibes, sir. To our uncertain knowledge he's already killed fifteen men. You can't hope to win!
: And just why was the principle witness allowed to leave the country? Trout
: It was a peculiar matter and we were dealing with a very difficult gentleman. Waverly
: Well, I've got news for you Trout. You're dealing with an even more difficult one right now!
: Maybe he won't come back. Trout
: Oh, it's Phibes, all right, sir... and he always comes back.
: I'm a bit apprehensive about finding the others, sir. Do you think you know where we are? Waverley
: Trout, I don't think; I know. Trout
: I don't think you know either, sir.
: Come along, Trout, strike camp. Trout
: Yeah, we ought to get these tents down, too, sir, and be on our way. And, what about Baker? Should we dispose of his body? Waverly
: I don't know about his body, but I think we should give his head a decent burial.
: We're looking for a mad man, sir. Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: Well, you've bloody well found one! Do you realize this is Saturday afternoon?
: We found a body. Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: Well, I didn't know you mislaid one. Whose? Sir Wayne Waverley
: Ambrose's. Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: Ah, him. Inspector Trout
: Did you know him, sir? Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: Not intimately. But he was always going on trips. He was an archeologist, digging around in the dirt, like you chaps. Inspector Trout
: We have reason to believe he was murdered. Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: Murdered? Sir Wayne Waverley
: Killed. Lombardo, Shipping Agent
: I understand what it means. But by who?
: We could search the mountain... Waverly
: Trout, one needs a warrant to search. You should know that by now. Trout
: I am aware, sir, but... Waverly
: We can't just storm into someone else's mountain. This isn't Hyde Park, you know.
: Phibes must have used that storm last night as cover. Waverly
: Used it? He probably summoned it!
: But you haven't got a chance! Waverly
: He'll chop you down like the rest of them! Biederbeck
: I'm not like the rest of them! Phibes may put the fear of God in you, but not me. Now stay out of my way!
: Phibes has finally failed, eh? Biederbeck
: No, he's won!