Madame, l would pay 100 pounds just to see him hang.

- Two hundred pounds! - Proceed!

Three hundred pounds!

Any last requests, pig?

Yeah. Loosen the knot and let me go.

[ Speaks Arabic ]

Yahemar! Of course we don't let him go!

- Five hundred pounds! - [ Shouts In Arabic ]

And what else?

l'm a very lonely man.

[ Prisoners Laughing ]

- Yalla tlak! - No!

[ Spectators Gasp ]

[ Grunting, Choking ]

Ha ha! His neck did not break!

[ All Shouting ]

Oh, l'm so sorry. Now we must watch him strangle to death.

[ Prisoners Chanting In Arabic ]

[ Grunting ]

He knows the location to Hamunaptra.

- You lie. - l would never!

Are you telling me this filthy, godless son of a pig knows where to find the City of the Dead?

- Yes! - Truly?

Yes! And if you cut him down, we will give you--

[ Groaning ]

- Ten percent. - Fifty percent.

- Twenty. - Forty.

- Thirty! - Twenty-five.

Ah! Deal.

Ahh! Cut him down!

[ Spectators Cheering, Shouting ]

[ Ship's Horn Blows ]

[ Ship's Horn Blows ]