She

She (1965)

That's all right.

This is much more your sort of establishment, sir.

Very lovely.

Evening. How do you do?

There you are.

Well, chaps, we survived the war.

Let's hope we survive this place.

I don't think we will, sir. We drink too much of this stuff.

Wouldn't it be lovely, major, to get back home, eh?

Have a lovely pint of beer at the George and Dragon.

And you know what, major? I do believe I'm homesick.

You could have gone home when the last troop shipped out.

But if you'll remember correctly,

we were somewhat involved with several young ladies.

That's not why we missed it, Holly.

I don't think any of us really wanted to go home anyway.

Well, we still had some money then.

Yeah, that's another thing, sir.

Might I inquire what your plans are now that you haven't?

I'll use yours, of course.

I've no desire to go back to Cambridge

to teach a lot of pimply-faced undergraduates

the mysteries of the ancient civilizations.

I always had a dream

of exploring this part of the world for myself,

putting some of the knowledge I gleaned from books

into practical use.

I know its language and its customs,

but if you add it all up in terms of raw experience,

I know absolutely nothing.

At least you had a settled life to go back to.

I never even finished my studies.

There you are, Mr. Leo.

You could go back and study under the major.

I don't think a school desk would fit anymore.

You know... it's a funny thing.

But during the desert fighting, I was never more at peace.

The place had an atmosphere,

something I've never felt before.

Well, you could still go home, Job.

There's another boat next week.

Oh, no, I couldn't, sir. Not without you, sir.

I realize now that we're not in the army any longer.

You can't really afford a manservant,

but one day you will be able to, sir.

And just think of all the back pay I'd have to come.

Hmm.

War seems to have shot away all our roots.

I say, chaps. Let's look at that.

Gentlemen, we don't want any unpleasantness this evening.

We've had four years of fighting.

We'll just have a nice evening off, shall we?

Uh, uh, uh.

This is a solo volunteer operation.

No assistance needed.

A few years ago, I'd have given you a run for your money.

Now I think I'll just concentrate

on the visual entertainment.

Excuse me.

This is not the place

a beautiful young girl should be alone in.

Tell me.

The man you came in with, is he...

a friend?

He has business to discuss with the owner of this club.

He left you to discuss business?

Yes.

Then, uh, I suggest

the gentleman be taught a lesson in manners.

Would it not be good manners for you to introduce yourself?

Forgive me.

My name's Vincey. Leo Vincey.

And mine Ustane.

Ustane?

Your name is as beautiful as you are.

How's this?

Oh, my goodness.

Aren't these girls athletic, sir?

Job, take your hat off.

What, sir?

Take your hat off when dancing with the ladies.

Your friends... they are enjoying themselves.

It's all right for them. They enjoy the noisy nightlife.

And you?

Mm-hmm, on occasion.

But a beautiful girl is not to be shared,

even among the best of friends.

Isn't there somewhere we could go less... noisy?

Less public?

If that is what you wish.

Where are you taking me? Not home to meet mother?

It's not far now.

Leo. Quickly go back.

What's wrong?

Please. Go back.

The likeness is exact.

I would never have believed it possible.

You have done well, Ustane.

This will count well for you when we return to our own land.

Forgive me, my Leo.

It was not my wish to bring you here.

Forgive me, but who are you?

Have you not seen me before?

No, I don't think we've ever...

I am Ayesha, who some call "She Who Waits."

And you? Do you know who you are?

Of course. Leo Vincey.

But that's all I'm sure of at this moment.

Even in that, you are wrong.

Then I leave it to you. You tell me what is right.

What is right has been foretold long ago.

That you would come to her again

from out of the darkness of the past.

That you would possess her

and all that once could have been his.

You, who choose to call yourself Leo Vincey,

will you come to me again?

Yes. But why not now?

It must be far from this place.

Where?

Across the desert of lost souls,

through the mountains of the moon,

a long and dangerous journey.

At its end, everything you desire will be yours...

power, riches, glory.

And you?

Everything you desire.

When you return this ring to me,

then and only then the dangers will be past,

and all that has been promised will be fulfilled.

Will you undertake it for me?

Yes.

But how will I find this place?

This will be your guide.

Go now.

You must.

Was I not right, my queen?

The fair one. Is it not he?

Only time will tell us that, Billali.

In face and form, there is no doubt.

If it is truly he come again,

he must survive the perils of the journey.

And I pray that my waiting will at last be over.

Holly?

Holly, wake up.

Hmm? Hmm? Who's there?

Oh.

What the devil's the matter? What time is it?

It's late, but I want to talk to you. Ohh.

To tell you what happened tonight. Oh, look.

If I have to listen to the stories of your love life,

I'd much rather hear them in the morning

with a nice cup of tea to steady my nerves.

I think it's a bit unsporting of you,

anyway, to gloat... Get off.

- It's not that, Holly. - She was only the bait. Ohh.

I always was one for a spot of quiet fishing myself.

Do go on.

Here, while I tell you what happened, look at this.

Get my glass, will you?

Thanks.

I say. Where'd you find this?

After we left the club,

I was ambushed, knocked unconscious.

There you are, Holly.

Exactly as I described it to you.

Shall we?

Well, I don't see why not.

Judging from what you tell me,

you seem to be pretty well-known around here.

Do either of you gentlemen know anything

of the Arab laws of trespass?

- What matter? - Do you?

Yes, I do, sir, and I don't think you ought to stay here.

Well, Leo, your friends seem to have deserted you.

You really should take more water with it, old chap.

Believe me, Holly. I'm not mad.

This is the right house, and she was here.

Whether you believe the rest of my story or not,

there are two things that haven't disappeared...

the ring and the map.

They're real enough.

Let's have another look at that map.

Thanks.

How much of this could you decipher, Leo?

Enough to know that the focal point is the lost city of Kuma.

- Where, sir? - Kuma.

It's a legendary city

supposed to be somewhere in the Mountains of the Moon...

hundreds of miles to the south of here.

Thank you, sir.

That's strange.

Let's see that ring again.

Thanks.

This insignia is of the high priest of Isis.

That ties up with the legend.

How?

The legend deals with a small band of rich Egyptians

who were banished to die in the desert