i would say you look rather lost. but then i cannot imagine where in the world the three of you would look at home.
dr. jones? the eminent archae- ologist?
i remember first hearing your name when i was studying at oxford. i am chattar lal, prime minister for his highness the maharajah of pankot.
the plane crash and your journey here sound -- most incredible.
i am only his humble servant, but the maharajah usually listens to my advice.
no, no, that is uhmed singh, the present maharajah's late father.
they will escort you to your rooms now. you will be provided with fresh clothes. tonight you will be dining with his highness.
eight o'clock in the pleasure pavilion.
we are fortunate tonight to have some many unexpected guests. his is captain phillip blumburtt.
the british worry so about their emprie -- it makes us feel like well-cared-for children.
his highness has not yet taken a wife.
his supremem highness, guardian of rajput tradition -- the maharajah of pankot -- zalim singh.
his highness wants me to welcome his visitors. especially the renowned dr. jones from america.
a very fine collection of very old pieces, don't you think?
dr. jones, you know very well that the thuggee cult has been dead for nearly a century.
there are no stories anymore.
their stories are just fear and folklore.
the local peasants are just as superstitious. you're very ob- servant, dr. jones. but you're beginning to worry capt. blum- burtt.
dr. jones, it our country a guest does not usually insult his host.
there, you see, captain. a rock!
i think that's enough of this nonsense, dr. jones.
dr. jones, we are all vulnerable to vicious rumors. i seem to re- member that in honduras you were accused of being a grave robber rather than a scientist.
and didn't the sultan of madagas- car threaten to cut your head off if you ever returned to his coun- try?
exactly what we have here, dr. jones.
miss scott, you're not making any sense.
i sense the fumes of opium in all this. prehaps miss scott picked up the habit in shanghai.
as she slept, she undoubtedly had nightmares.
i'm sure that will please the maharajah, captain.
mola ram is telling the faithful of out victory. he says the british have left the palace, which proves kali ma's new power.
you understand what he tells us?
your friend has seen and she has heard -- now she will not talk.
this will prove your devotion to kali.