enemies, rises to a mask which covers much of their features.
           43. The look like the statues above -- a hybrid -- part human,
          part demon. Their skin is a perfect black, armor carved of
          black bone, faces once human but now demonic with blood red carved BOX MADE OF BONE, laying it before the altar. Like a
          Chinese puzzle box, Khalar manipulates the carvings of The two warriors eye each other with satisfaction. Ukafa's
          frightening, sharpened gold teeth shine as he smiles.
                         
                          UKAFA (CONT'D) But when he hands them to his father, he notices his father
          is covered with sword wounds, cut and bleeding. that we were sought.
                         
                          CONAN
           You hid from him. And while you
           did, others died in your place. The three hundred foot high edifice is made ENTIRELY OF
          THOUSANDS OF HUMAN SKULLS. Many of the skulls still drip with As we pass one of the faces, again we hear the sound of a
          thunderous heartbeat, now closer. THUMP, THUMP. that frame countless bas relief carvings of demonic origin.
                         
          And at the far of the cave, an ALTAR sits beneath a raised The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. But the crown of iron is terrifying. Huge rough spikes extend
          from it in every direction. It looks more like a weapon than
          a crown. skulls, sacrifices, and creatures until the box UNLATCHES.
                         
          And from the box he lifts two items. A CROWN OF GOLD and A KHALAR SINGH (CONT'D)
           For a hundred generations the kings
           of Acheron were crowned, and the They killed one. I killed three. I
           am a warrior now.
                         
          Uran and the other Cimmerian men exchange worried glances. Covered with fearsome war paint and armed with dual hand
          axes, the rotting heads of their enemies are slung at their
          waist. Corin fashions the blade's hilt, engraving the guard and
          pommel. It is a work of art. He waves the glowing sword tip in front of Conan's face.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. I was there. My father Khalar Singh CHANTS in Acheronian. Ancient, harsh words, as
          he lifts the two crowns overhead, offering them to the
          statues of dark gods all around. ACHERONIAN WARRIORS
                         
          Towering over the slaves, the warriors are a fearsome sight.
          Their armor, crafted from the bones of their defeated it to his son. He keeps a hand on it as it is too heavy for
          his son to lift alone. He instructs his son as if teaching
          him multiplication.
Those few who survived, we ran for
           our lives, chased into caves at the
           edge of the Eastern Sea, left with
           nothing to live for. But then we Conan exits the forge only to see the entire village burning.
          The bodies of everyone he has ever known litter the
          landscape. Nothing stirs. Until he hears a strange CHOPPING CONAN
                         
          Conan rushes through a river, now tinged red with blood, and
          reaches the far end of the village. He races back home.
                         
                         
          EXT. CIMMERIAN VILLAGE - DAY Only a pair of wagons still stands. One of them holds Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN
           Use your whips on the horses' legs! Huts burn, women are chained, only a handful of Cimmerians
          still stand. Lucius and his Aquilonian mercenaries are A small Cimmerian village lies in a heavily forested valley,
          a redoubt from the icy mountains surrounding it. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. He looks around, surprised not to find Tamara. He hears a
          yelp from nearby and walks to a dirt path beyond the
          clearing. Behind him something moves in the forest. We catch just a
          glimpse of the PICT, the same one that escaped Conan in the
          earlier scene. jungles of Zingara. And countless
           others. They all had a day like
           this one. They all chose a way
           forward. their stones. One or two succeed.
                         
          Most of the remaining boys run for the trail that winds high
          into the mountains. But a few head right for the sheer cliff Corin looks to the ridge above the village, noticing a thick
          fog creeping in. The fog curls and eddies, something is out
          there. EXT. CIMMERIAN VILLAGE - DAY
                         
          The forge is lit afire from a half dozen torches, thrown onto We are each the last of our tribe,
           Cimmerian. Yours dies this day.
                         
          Conan responds by lunging forward, swinging his sword in a DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. in the dirt floor. Beneath it a trough of cooling water leads
          under the hut and away from the village.
                         
                          CORIN scout holding Tamara, cutting his throat as well.
                         
          Remo and the remaining scout give chase, blending in and out Burn this place. It no longer
           exists.
                         
                          CUT TO: We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads.
pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword Conan looks him in his eyes, sizing him up. He likes what he
          sees. In a flash, Conan grabs Lucius' head again, yanking it
          back, exposing his throat. LUCIUS
           The end of the earth. You kill me,
           and you'll never find them.
           25. Conan takes Lucius' face and smashes it against the table.
          Lucius looks, aghast, as Conan takes his injured hand and sword until points down at the floor, then THRUSTS IT THROUGH
          LUCIUS' FOOT AND DEEP INTO THE WOOD FLOOR BELOW. will not kill you.
                         
          Conan lets Lucius go. Lucius hobbles to his chair.
                         
                          LUCIUS LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           What are you doing?!
                         
                          CONAN As recognition crosses Lucius' face, Conan springs into
          action. He KICKS the table at the men, sending the knives and
          other torture implements flying right into the first guard. No. I said I wouldn't kill you.
                         
          We hear Lucius SCREAMS OF PAIN as Conan walks out into the In rush enter Lucius and Ukafa. Corin and Conan face their
          attackers, fighting in close quarters. Lucius rushes at LUCIUS
           Men!
           23.
                         
                         
          From around a corner come five more Guards, drawing their LUCIUS
           Barbarian! I had your word! You
           said you would spare my life!
                         
                          CONAN way for you.
                         
          Conan lifts the sword.
                         
                          LUCIUS
           Wait!! Wait!! Lucius lunges at Conan, Conan steps in on him, grabbing his
          sword hand. In a show of strength, he twists Lucius' own kill.
                         
          One by one, the lieutenants beat and stab Corin, taking
          pleasure in his pain. squares off against Lucius himself. Lucius is sweating.
          Worried. It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
                         
                          LUCIUS guard, and lifts the table back onto its legs. Then he pulls
          the sword out of the floor, a thick plume of blood rising out
          of Lucius' now liberated foot. The One-Eyed Prisoner grins with malice. As he closes in on
          the terrified Lucius, Conan heads for the door. CONAN
           No!
                         
          Lucius delivers a massive backhand, sending Conan flying weapons. Lucius draws his as well.
                         
                          LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           You've made a huge mistake, ape.
Conan thinks about it.
                         
                          CONAN
           You have my word. You tell me where
           I will find Khalar Singh, and I The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. Corin catches a glimpse of Conan, buried but staring back at
          him, unable to move. Corin quickly turns away, careful not to
          give his son away. Conan bursts out of the dust cloud, lunging in an attack.
                         
          But Khalar Singh is not there. He has withdrawn inside the
          gates. Corin walks out of the forge, looking around for Conan.
          Various other Cimmerians go about the daily routine, but
          Conan is nowhere to be seen. to their utmost. Again -- no movement.
                         
          Conan backs away, taking stock of the surroundings. He climbs
          up the side of the rock. CONAN (CONT'D)
           Like a woman, Fariq cried and
           begged me to spare him. Rest up. We'll get you there.
                         
          Conan withdraws to his room. He waves the glowing sword tip in front of Conan's face.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. I was there. My father CONAN (CONT'D)
           Go. You are free.
                         
          One-Eye looks at his wrists and ankles, still hobbled by Please, Conan. Artus told me of how
           you lost your tribe. I too had to
           watch as my people were taken from
           me. CONAN
           You were -- adequate.
                         
          Conan pulls aside one of the thick draperies that surround Conan spots him, recognition in his eyes.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           You! A moment later, the flames of the fire are stoked up again,
          revealing Conan standing over the groaning REMO. The other
          two SHADOW SCOUTS are dead. Conan just shakes his head as a parting fog reveals a large
          Colossus head, the fallen remains of an enormous statue,
          lying agape on the shoreline. Go. There is a hunting lodge in the
           North Pass with provisions.
                         
                          CONAN
           No! I will fight! Conan's mouth is only inches from her ear as he speaks.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           There is only one truth I need from He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Conan simply nods and the thieves depart. Conan raises his
          torch, illuminating the near wall.
                         
                          TAMARA Fariq turns back to place the sword in the forge, Conan
          notices one of the bricks the chains are fastened to is
          LOOSE.
The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. comes over and smells the pot; his face scrunches from the
          odor.
                         
                          CONAN
           Trying to poison me? Slowly, painfully, Conan drags himself into the cooling
          trough that runs beneath the hut.
                         
           FADE TO BLACK. Conan tosses out what is inside. It falls to the ground,
          rolling to Khalar Singh's feet.
                         
                         FARIQ'S HEAD DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. Conan off his feet and back against the far wall, pinned by
          the neck.
                         
          Conan struggles to breathe, the polearm shaft driving his With the moon over his shoulder, Conan stares down at the
          unholy sight before him. We pull back revealing Tamara, her
          blood draining from her body. me.
                         
                          TAMARA
           No!
                         
          Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath Conan and drops down in Conan walks over, the torchlight revealing something on
          Tamara's leg. It's a SLUG, which he flicks off. positions her in front of him, his arms encircling her.
                         
          Conan gives her lifeless body one last kiss, her blood Smoke fills the air. Conan struggles, still unable to move.
          He COUGHS, dying. CONAN
           I saw my father die. Slain by one
           who can only kill men already on
           their knees. will not kill you.
                         
          Conan lets Lucius go. Lucius hobbles to his chair.
                         
                          LUCIUS Conan drives his sword into Tamara's heart. The crown spikes
          retract and it falls from her head, tumbling into the abyss. But drink? Haven't had a drop all
           night.
                         
          The guards holding Conan up by his arms, suddenly find those Corin, sporting a deep gash to his abdomen, pulls a reluctant
          Conan from the battle, back toward the forge. Conan's mouth is only inches from her ear as he speaks.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           There is only one truth I need from He waves the glowing sword tip in front of Conan's face.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. I was there. My father
Khalar looks down at the ground -- at the head of his beloved
          son, his eyes gone, replaced by molten metal. Khalar trembles
          in shock and rage. Their eyes meet. Torment. Loss. They both know. She pulls a
          knife from the folds of her pelts, puts it in his hand. positions her in front of him, his arms encircling her.
                         
          Conan gives her lifeless body one last kiss, her blood Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads. What use is talking? You won't
           believe a word I speak. I only want
           to know this -- how will you kill
           Khalar? You are too big to play the There is no time, husband. I would
           see my child's face.
                         
          Islene's eyes flutter as she struggles. Corin lowers the so that he will not find them. So
           he will wander the afterlife
           forever.
                         
          Khalar smiles. He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. and now moves to the altar itself, his claw stroking Tamara's
          body. With one touch, the shackles open. He and the blood of his enemy. When he feels
           cold, it is the cold steel of his
           sword. When he lies, he lies in
           wait for his enemy. And when he CORIN
           Soon -- it comes for you.
                         
                         CONAN'S POV You will not risk your life again.
           You are my line, my successor. You
           will not throw away all that I have
           worked for. Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. THE ALTAR
                         
          Tamara, her body's blood nearly drained, is still shackled to Conan's mouth is only inches from her ear as he speaks.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           There is only one truth I need from Following the slick wall, he passes many DEAD BODIES, but
          only one catches his eye. He stops before it.
                         
                         DEAD WARRIOR Immortal. But still it had one
           weakness. For the true power of
           Acheron laid not with its King, but
           the Queen. Every twenty years, a (she kisses him deeply)
           I would be that which you live for,
           Conan, if you would have me. You
           may have faith in nothing, Conan --
Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. With the flick of a wrist, Khalar cuts Tamara's bonds.
           94. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. Dead bodies of the Slavers and Turanian horsemen lie sprawled
          in every direction. Tamara takes in the gruesome sight,
          shocked. With a grunt, he swings Tamara and throws her to safety, at
          the edge of the pit. Dazed, she struggles to her feet. Conan appears beside her,
          his dagger out. Tamara gasps in fear but Conan only reaches Only a pair of wagons still stands. One of them holds Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN
           Use your whips on the horses' legs! scout holding Tamara, cutting his throat as well.
                         
          Remo and the remaining scout give chase, blending in and out He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Tamara!!
                         
          They leap on Conan, impossibly fast. They stab him. They cut
          him. But he does not stop. Even wounded, he throws them into out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA IT IS TAMARA.
                         
                          CUT TO: attack. Standing atop the altar, Conan cuts down all comers,
          cutting his way through the enemy, working his way to Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN I am nobody.
                         
          He cuts the bonds on her feet. Tamara rises up, the battle
          scene revealed to her. In agony, Tamara pulls one of the spikes out, then another.
          She pushes with all her might, lifting the crown of iron off
          her bloodied head -- TAMARA
           Good to know.
                         
          Tamara lunges for the nearest shadow scout with her knife, With the moon over his shoulder, Conan stares down at the
          unholy sight before him. We pull back revealing Tamara, her
          blood draining from her body. Conan spots Tamara plunging towards him. In one swift move,
          he SLASHES his opponent, ducks underneath a writhing tentacle, the slices it off. He immediately turns back to
          check on Tamara -- and he discovers she's not there. When he comes up, Khalar has Tamara, his sword at her neck.
          Several ARCHERS stand behind him, at the ready.
                         
                          KHALAR SINGH
There is no time, husband. I would
           see my child's face.
                         
          Islene's eyes flutter as she struggles. Corin lowers the Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. TAMARA
           Ilira!
                         
          She raises Ilira's head, only to discover lifeless eyes. positions her in front of him, his arms encircling her.
                         
          Conan gives her lifeless body one last kiss, her blood TAMARA
           Then we don't have much time. Your
           mother perished too young, but at
           least she died having known the We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads. He spins. Behind him TAMARA stands, a look of sadness on her
          face.
                         
                          CORIN Their eyes meet. Torment. Loss. They both know. She pulls a
          knife from the folds of her pelts, puts it in his hand. Tamara cradles her best friend's face.
                         
                          TAMARA (CONT'D)
           She's dead. It's over. Khalar looks down at the ground -- at the head of his beloved
          son, his eyes gone, replaced by molten metal. Khalar trembles
          in shock and rage. KHALAR SINGH
           Then our stories began in the same
           place, Cimmerian. I too lost my
           wife to marauders. How many men, in CONAN
           She died in battle, even as I was
           born.
                         
                          TAMARA Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. 13.
                         
                         
          When the Zingaran loses his head, lopped off by Corin's
          blade. He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Corin throws aside his horned helmet, and falls to his knees
          beside Islene, checking her wound. When he pulls his hands
          back they are coated in blood. stroke of midnight -- she must be
           already dead.
                         
          The other monks nod and they start to head off. Tamara is the Immortal. But still it had one
           weakness. For the true power of
           Acheron laid not with its King, but
           the Queen. Every twenty years, a You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. He doesn't live. I've seen in him
           great mirth, only to watch it
           smothered by greater melancholy. He
Corin throws aside his horned helmet, and falls to his knees
          beside Islene, checking her wound. When he pulls his hands
          back they are coated in blood. We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads. Akhun's innards drop out of his belly as he falls into the
          abyss, only to be snapped up by the massive beast. me.
                         
                          TAMARA
           No!
                         
          Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath Conan and drops down in Instead, Conan pulls him in a wide circle, sending him flying
          into a wall-mounted torch. The guard burns like dry kindling. and cuts another NOTCH into his arm.
                         
                          CONAN
           Good. Die. When Conan hurls his body backwards, into one of the huge
          rolling boulders. The impact crushes Remo and he loses his
          grip. narrowly misses, and Conan counters. His father's sword runs
          Khalar Singh through.
                         
          Khalar's body falls into the abyss. Conan tosses out what is inside. It falls to the ground,
          rolling to Khalar Singh's feet.
                         
                         FARIQ'S HEAD Khalar looks down at the ground -- at the head of his beloved
          son, his eyes gone, replaced by molten metal. Khalar trembles
          in shock and rage. positions her in front of him, his arms encircling her.
                         
          Conan gives her lifeless body one last kiss, her blood Conan exits the forge only to see the entire village burning.
          The bodies of everyone he has ever known litter the
          landscape. Nothing stirs. Until he hears a strange CHOPPING Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. CONAN
           Your story ends here.
                         
          The two warriors square off, fighting even as they cling to
          the statues. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. A thick wall of flame rages before Khalar. Conan and Tamara
          are gone. He looks over the far side of the wall, where two
          figures on horseback ride off into the distance, Tamara The two Guardsmen leap for him, but Conan dispatches them
          with a pair of strikes. Both fall down dead. The Aesir HOWLS in agony, raising his sword to deliver the
          killing blow -- when another sword pierces his chest. The
          Aesir falls, revealing Corin standing behind him. falls, one hand grabbing a protruding statue arm, dangling
          over the abyss.
                         
          Conan raises his sword to finish the job.
Let me tell you something of Conan.
           He will never lie. He will never
           break a trust, once given. And he
           will never, ever give up. The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. The boy's eyes are as deep and blue as the Eastern Sea.
                         
          TITLE CARD: CONAN
                         
                          CUT TO: lances, and they surround Conan.
           51.
                         
                         
          The first rider gallops towards Conan who simply LOPS OFF THE Conan responds by lunging in, swinging his broadsword in a
          broad arc, with all his might. Even in the small space, Conan looks him in his eyes, sizing him up. He likes what he
          sees. In a flash, Conan grabs Lucius' head again, yanking it
          back, exposing his throat. CONAN (CONT'D)
           You would risk your life for
           royalty? Why? CORIN
           Conan?
           11. CONAN (CONT'D)
           Like a woman, Fariq cried and
           begged me to spare him. Conan turns to face him, eyes filled with rage. The guard's
          face goes pale. Conan head butts him with all his might and
          the guard goes down, bleeding from mouth, nose and ears. CONAN
           I saw my father die. Slain by one
           who can only kill men already on
           their knees. Conan spots him, recognition in his eyes.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           You! Corin catches a glimpse of Conan, buried but staring back at
          him, unable to move. Corin quickly turns away, careful not to
          give his son away. DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. CONAN
           You were -- adequate.
                         
          Conan pulls aside one of the thick draperies that surround CONAN
           Many died to capture nobody.
           (motions to his horse)
           Get up. Conan mounts one of the cavalry horses and gallops towards
          the Scouts. They see him coming and let go of Tamara. THEY Conan grabs the nearby jib, swings over, and plants both feet
          in the face of one of the spearmen, knocking him over the
          side. Conan? Conan?!
                         
          Conan steps forward from out of a thicket, his body covered
          in Pict blood. Three PICTS lie massacred, the bodies hacked Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead.
CORIN
           This fight is over, but yours has
           just begun. You wanted to be a
           warrior of the tribe, Conan--now Corin grabs Conan by his tunic, pulling him up to his face.
          Corin's eyes are half-crazed. Corin, sporting a deep gash to his abdomen, pulls a reluctant
          Conan from the battle, back toward the forge. CORIN
           Think you're ready? Then tell me:
           what is a sword's purpose?
                         
                          CONAN Corin catches a glimpse of Conan, buried but staring back at
          him, unable to move. Corin quickly turns away, careful not to
          give his son away. can't. Corin's disappointment shows. He takes the sword from
          Conan's hands.
                         
                          CORIN (CONT'D) TRAINING MONTAGE:
                         
          Conan is tested under Corin's watchful eye: CORIN
           Soon -- it comes for you.
                         
                         CONAN'S POV comes to hold both life and death.
                         
          Corin hands Conan the sword.
                         
                          CORIN (CONT'D) CONAN
           It's not enough. I've failed you
           father.
                         
                          CORIN Corin sharpens a sword, perfecting it. Conan cannot take his
          eyes off it, stepping away from the bellows.
                         
                          CORIN CORIN
           Conan?
           11. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. you must be its last.
                         
                          CONAN
           Father, I am not afraid to die.
                         
                          CORIN CONAN
           Father!
                         
                          CORIN
           Come. INT. FORGE - DAY
                         
          The flames of the forge still burn as Corin pushes Conan into
          the room. He bolts the door behind him. He tosses Conan two lumps of ore.
                         
                          CORIN (CONT'D)
           Tell me, which makes the best Corin walks out of the forge, looking around for Conan.
          Various other Cimmerians go about the daily routine, but
          Conan is nowhere to be seen. CONAN
           Do we need more weapons?
                         
          Corin drops his sword, then struggles to lift a heavy grating Corin simply turns and walks away, leaving Conan to puzzle
          what happened.
                         
          Corin lowers his sword and walks away, leaving Conan to
Corin looks to the ridge above the village, noticing a thick
          fog creeping in. The fog curls and eddies, something is out
          there. Corin sees the flames in the distance as well. Suddenly,
          Ukafa and his Kushite warriors erupt out of the forest. Armed
          with fearsome barbed spears they charge the remaining Corin throws aside his horned helmet, and falls to his knees
          beside Islene, checking her wound. When he pulls his hands
          back they are coated in blood. the shadows behind him and drives a short sword into his
          back.
                         
          Corin falls to his knees. pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword CORIN
           Wait! Hold your ground!
                         
          But it's too late, nearly half the Cimmerian warriors are Corin arrives with Uran and other armed CIMMERIAN WARRIORS.
          They get a brief glimpse of a single PICT, escaping in the and you'll spare the lives of your
           own. Perhaps even your wife?
                         
                          CORIN
           My wife was killed, long ago, by crown. That is the legacy I seek.
           Will you join me?
                         
          It's a powerful, convincing speech. But Corin holds his In rush enter Lucius and Ukafa. Corin and Conan face their
          attackers, fighting in close quarters. Lucius rushes at kill.
                         
          One by one, the lieutenants beat and stab Corin, taking
          pleasure in his pain. With a setting sun silhouetting the two, Conan attacks Corin.
          Conan attacks with fury. Corin defends with grace. Until the CORIN
           Soon -- it comes for you.
                         
                         CONAN'S POV in the dirt floor. Beneath it a trough of cooling water leads
          under the hut and away from the village.
                         
                          CORIN CORIN (CONT'D)
           What are you waiting for? The fire
           is dying. other direction. One of the Cimmerians takes off in pursuit.
          Corin desperately searches for his son.
                         
                          CORIN Corin grabs Conan by his tunic, pulling him up to his face.
          Corin's eyes are half-crazed. CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. CORIN'S FORGE - NIGHT Wielding a broadsword, runes etched into its surface, Corin
          cuts a bloody path through his enemies, his eyes never
          leaving Islene. CORIN
           This fight is over, but yours has
           just begun. You wanted to be a
           warrior of the tribe, Conan--now
Corin looks to the ridge above the village, noticing a thick
          fog creeping in. The fog curls and eddies, something is out
          there. Corin sees the flames in the distance as well. Suddenly,
          Ukafa and his Kushite warriors erupt out of the forest. Armed
          with fearsome barbed spears they charge the remaining pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword Corin throws aside his horned helmet, and falls to his knees
          beside Islene, checking her wound. When he pulls his hands
          back they are coated in blood. crown. That is the legacy I seek.
           Will you join me?
                         
          It's a powerful, convincing speech. But Corin holds his Wielding a broadsword, runes etched into its surface, Corin
          cuts a bloody path through his enemies, his eyes never
          leaving Islene. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. CORIN (CONT'D)
           What are you waiting for? The fire
           is dying. Corin grabs Conan by his tunic, pulling him up to his face.
          Corin's eyes are half-crazed. Corin arrives with Uran and other armed CIMMERIAN WARRIORS.
          They get a brief glimpse of a single PICT, escaping in the CORIN
           Wait! Hold your ground!
                         
          But it's too late, nearly half the Cimmerian warriors are Conan exits the forge only to see the entire village burning.
          The bodies of everyone he has ever known litter the
          landscape. Nothing stirs. Until he hears a strange CHOPPING the shadows behind him and drives a short sword into his
          back.
                         
          Corin falls to his knees. With a setting sun silhouetting the two, Conan attacks Corin.
          Conan attacks with fury. Corin defends with grace. Until the 13.
                         
                         
          When the Zingaran loses his head, lopped off by Corin's
          blade. Khalar Singh. He stares at Corin's bleeding form with the
          dispassion of a sociopath. CORIN
           Soon -- it comes for you.
                         
                         CONAN'S POV CONAN
                         
          Conan rushes through a river, now tinged red with blood, and
          reaches the far end of the village. kill.
                         
          One by one, the lieutenants beat and stab Corin, taking
          pleasure in his pain. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan.
Corin throws aside his horned helmet, and falls to his knees
          beside Islene, checking her wound. When he pulls his hands
          back they are coated in blood. Corin looks to the ridge above the village, noticing a thick
          fog creeping in. The fog curls and eddies, something is out
          there. Corin sees the flames in the distance as well. Suddenly,
          Ukafa and his Kushite warriors erupt out of the forest. Armed
          with fearsome barbed spears they charge the remaining Corin catches a glimpse of Conan, buried but staring back at
          him, unable to move. Corin quickly turns away, careful not to
          give his son away. the shadows behind him and drives a short sword into his
          back.
                         
          Corin falls to his knees. CORIN
           Wait! Hold your ground!
                         
          But it's too late, nearly half the Cimmerian warriors are CORIN
           This fight is over, but yours has
           just begun. You wanted to be a
           warrior of the tribe, Conan--now pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword Corin, sporting a deep gash to his abdomen, pulls a reluctant
          Conan from the battle, back toward the forge. Wielding a broadsword, runes etched into its surface, Corin
          cuts a bloody path through his enemies, his eyes never
          leaving Islene. kill.
                         
          One by one, the lieutenants beat and stab Corin, taking
          pleasure in his pain. In rush enter Lucius and Ukafa. Corin and Conan face their
          attackers, fighting in close quarters. Lucius rushes at other direction. One of the Cimmerians takes off in pursuit.
          Corin desperately searches for his son.
                         
                          CORIN Corin arrives with Uran and other armed CIMMERIAN WARRIORS.
          They get a brief glimpse of a single PICT, escaping in the CORIN (CONT'D)
           What are you waiting for? The fire
           is dying. A moment later, Corin lifts the crying, blood-covered BOY up
          through the falling snowflakes to Islene's lap. With a setting sun silhouetting the two, Conan attacks Corin.
          Conan attacks with fury. Corin defends with grace. Until the crown. That is the legacy I seek.
           Will you join me?
                         
          It's a powerful, convincing speech. But Corin holds his CONAN
                         
          Conan rushes through a river, now tinged red with blood, and
          reaches the far end of the village. CORIN (CONT'D)
           The softer ore is what a man lives
           for. It is flexible and lasting. It
           survives, even against the greatest
The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. Conan turns to face him, eyes filled with rage. The guard's
          face goes pale. Conan head butts him with all his might and
          the guard goes down, bleeding from mouth, nose and ears. Conan looks him in his eyes, sizing him up. He likes what he
          sees. In a flash, Conan grabs Lucius' head again, yanking it
          back, exposing his throat. But Conan simply pulls the axe from his large boy's skull. He
          turns to face the Picts, his eyes burning. Conan exits the forge only to see the entire village burning.
          The bodies of everyone he has ever known litter the
          landscape. Nothing stirs. Until he hears a strange CHOPPING CONAN (CONT'D)
           Like a woman, Fariq cried and
           begged me to spare him. Conan YELLS IN PAIN, butting Ukafa's head and knocking him
          back. Conan falls to the stern of the ship, his back against
          the harpoon crossbow. lances, and they surround Conan.
           51.
                         
                         
          The first rider gallops towards Conan who simply LOPS OFF THE Khalar ROARS in rage, launching an all-out offensive. Conan
          backs up slowly, waiting for his moment. The gangly fifteen year old boy has grown into a powerfully
          built man, broad-shouldered with sun browned skin lined with
          battle scars. Only the piercing blue eyes and square cut Conan responds by lunging in, swinging his broadsword in a
          broad arc, with all his might. Even in the small space, Khalar KICKS Conan in his shattered chest, lifting Conan off
          the ground with his might. He follows up with a devastating DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. inches from his face. Conan throws Khalar off him, knocking
          the warlord back ten feet. Khalar's attack is feral,
          uncontrolled. He's lost his balance. Tamara!!
                         
          They leap on Conan, impossibly fast. They stab him. They cut
          him. But he does not stop. Even wounded, he throws them into CORIN
           This fight is over, but yours has
           just begun. You wanted to be a
           warrior of the tribe, Conan--now The hulking teen goes to shove Conan, but Conan pulls his arm
          towards him, lashing out with his other hand, punching the CONAN
                         
          Conan rushes through a river, now tinged red with blood, and
          reaches the far end of the village. arrows stream toward him.
                         
          EXPLOSIONS rip through the air where Conan was, throwing up a
          huge dust cloud. The next two riders attack together, but Conan dodges their
          nets and rips away one of their spears, only to lodge it into
The girl! Bring her to Khalar!
                         
          Conan launches an all out attack. Remo leaps over his sword He looks around, surprised not to find Tamara. He hears a
          yelp from nearby and walks to a dirt path beyond the
          clearing. out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Their eyes meet. Torment. Loss. They both know. She pulls a
          knife from the folds of her pelts, puts it in his hand. Dazed, she struggles to her feet. Conan appears beside her,
          his dagger out. Tamara gasps in fear but Conan only reaches One girl, ILIRA, mischievously taps the shoulder of the girl
          next to her with her thorn. The girl, TAMARA, squeals in
          pain, angry her prayer was interrupted. FEMALE MONK
           I am the one you seek.
                         
          Fariq smiles. A queen in hiding.
                         
                          REMO
           Yes! Yes! I sent to find her. Bring
           her. He wait for me now, at Great Conan!!!
                         
                         CONAN
                         
          On the other side of the abyss, Conan spots her and scales his bed. Behind it lies a staircase, which he ascends.
                         
                         
          EXT. ZINGARAN GALLEY - NIGHT The ship sails like a ghost over black water, the stars lit
          up impossibly bright. Artus finds Tamara sitting near the
          bow. He hands her a steaming bowl of food. dagger. Ukafa marshals his men as a fierce battle rages.
                         
                          UKAFA
           Find the girl! Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. KHALAR SINGH
           But I seek a woman.
                         
          Khalar looks outside the door of the forge. The Cimmerians lives. He'll be coming for me and
           the girl.
                         
                          ARTUS
           Good. We're scrapping for a fight meet. Something about her. Conan stares a moment, then spurs
          his horse on. Tamara watches this, jaw dropped, and manages a COUGH, even
          as a SERVING GIRL delivers mead to the table. EXT. ZINGARAN GALLEY - MORNING
                         
          Tamara steps out onto the deck, grabbing her pounding head. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place.
through her suffering Acheron would
           remain invincible. Until one of my
           ancestors, an Acheronian himself,
           put a stop to this tyranny. He and Immortal. But still it had one
           weakness. For the true power of
           Acheron laid not with its King, but
           the Queen. Every twenty years, a particular, has developed a special
           connection to the blood. A thirst.
           It is said that only the Queen of
           Acheron itself can resist its I've read all there is to know of
           mighty Acheron. Why would true
           Acheronians protect a traitor to
           their own? You once held the entire It's only begun. Because that one
           was not the heir to Acheron.
                         
          Khalar smiles down at Tamara. safe. We failed. But if Khalar
           brings her to Acheron, it will rise
           again -- and all our peoples'
           sacrifice is for nothing. Acheron again. Never again will we
           hide like rats. Never again will we
           watch as our loved ones are
           slaughtered. I call forth the long that you cannot to see? Blood,
           magic, death: it is everywhere.
           Acheron is no different than any
           other kingdom, but for its glory. discovered it. Acheron. The temple
           that spawned an empire. We learned
           that we were not broken goat-
           herders on a desolate coastline. We Khalar Singh CHANTS in Acheronian. Ancient, harsh words, as
          he lifts the two crowns overhead, offering them to the
          statues of dark gods all around. has my confidence. He knows more of
           the legends of Acheron than anyone.
                         
          Suddenly, two forms race at them from the blinding sand. REMO us all. All of civilization will
           fall if the army of Acheron is
           raised again.
                         
                          CONAN The Acheronians had a wonderful
           sense of balance, don't you think?
           For one to ascend to royalty,
           another must fall. I am Khalar Singh, King of Acheron.
           I command you to kneel!
                         
          And this demonic horde advances right for him, their razor KHALAR SINGH (CONT'D)
           For a hundred generations the kings
           of Acheron were crowned, and the Acheronian Warriors drag her pale body toward the abyss.
                         
          Khalar grins up at him through bloody teeth.
           102. The streets of Acheron are lined with thousands of SLAVES,
          young and old, chained together, toiling under the lash of
          their cruel masters, the But the Acheronian Warriors surround them. Thousands climb
          out of the abyss, teeth bared, closing in on the wounded Secretive, the traitors of Acheron.
           It wasn't easy, but Fariq finally
           wrung honesty from the girl. That
           poor innocent was forced to live a darkness consumes the world. Never
           again will innocents suffer for
           others' power. Never again will the
           Queen suffer so Acheron may rise.
Conan looks him in his eyes, sizing him up. He likes what he
          sees. In a flash, Conan grabs Lucius' head again, yanking it
          back, exposing his throat. LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           What are you doing?!
                         
                          CONAN Conan takes Lucius' face and smashes it against the table.
          Lucius looks, aghast, as Conan takes his injured hand and LUCIUS
           Men!
           23.
                         
                         
          From around a corner come five more Guards, drawing their LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           You gave your word! pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword squares off against Lucius himself. Lucius is sweating.
          Worried. It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
                         
                          LUCIUS Lucius nods to the guards, who advance on Conan.
                         
                          LUCIUS
           You talk as though you know me,
           ape. LUCIUS
           That is only because they have
           never faced my legion.
                         
          Khalar regards Lucius with amusement. Lucius lunges at Conan, Conan steps in on him, grabbing his
          sword hand. In a show of strength, he twists Lucius' own As recognition crosses Lucius' face, Conan springs into
          action. He KICKS the table at the men, sending the knives and
          other torture implements flying right into the first guard. LUCIUS
           Barbarian! I had your word! You
           said you would spare my life!
                         
                          CONAN In rush enter Lucius and Ukafa. Corin and Conan face their
          attackers, fighting in close quarters. Lucius rushes at LUCIUS
           The end of the earth. You kill me,
           and you'll never find them.
           25. weapons. Lucius draws his as well.
                         
                          LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           You've made a huge mistake, ape. LUCIUS
           All this sneaking around for a
           lowly tribe of barbarians. will not kill you.
                         
          Conan lets Lucius go. Lucius hobbles to his chair.
                         
                          LUCIUS RECOGNIZE HIM! He's LUCIUS, the disfigured Aquilionian who
          was one of Khalar Singh's lieutenants. way for you.
                         
          Conan lifts the sword.
                         
                          LUCIUS
           Wait!! Wait!! guard, and lifts the table back onto its legs. Then he pulls
          the sword out of the floor, a thick plume of blood rising out
          of Lucius' now liberated foot.
pinning his bleeding form to the ground, just a few feet from
          his fallen father.
                         
          Enraged, Lucius turns his anger to Corin, raising his sword Conan looks him in his eyes, sizing him up. He likes what he
          sees. In a flash, Conan grabs Lucius' head again, yanking it
          back, exposing his throat. will not kill you.
                         
          Conan lets Lucius go. Lucius hobbles to his chair.
                         
                          LUCIUS Conan takes Lucius' face and smashes it against the table.
          Lucius looks, aghast, as Conan takes his injured hand and LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           What are you doing?!
                         
                          CONAN sword until points down at the floor, then THRUSTS IT THROUGH
          LUCIUS' FOOT AND DEEP INTO THE WOOD FLOOR BELOW. No. I said I wouldn't kill you.
                         
          We hear Lucius SCREAMS OF PAIN as Conan walks out into the LUCIUS
           The end of the earth. You kill me,
           and you'll never find them.
           25. guard, and lifts the table back onto its legs. Then he pulls
          the sword out of the floor, a thick plume of blood rising out
          of Lucius' now liberated foot. squares off against Lucius himself. Lucius is sweating.
          Worried. It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
                         
                          LUCIUS way for you.
                         
          Conan lifts the sword.
                         
                          LUCIUS
           Wait!! Wait!! Lucius lunges at Conan, Conan steps in on him, grabbing his
          sword hand. In a show of strength, he twists Lucius' own LUCIUS
           Barbarian! I had your word! You
           said you would spare my life!
                         
                          CONAN LUCIUS
           Men!
           23.
                         
                         
          From around a corner come five more Guards, drawing their As recognition crosses Lucius' face, Conan springs into
          action. He KICKS the table at the men, sending the knives and
          other torture implements flying right into the first guard. Lucius and the Aquilonians race up to a sheer cliff face.
          Nowhere left to run. They turn to see the Cimmerians
          gathering in front of them. In rush enter Lucius and Ukafa. Corin and Conan face their
          attackers, fighting in close quarters. Lucius rushes at Conan shows Lucius the FIVE SCARS running down his forearm.
                         
                          CONAN
           No. I am death. And I came a long The One-Eyed Prisoner grins with malice. As he closes in on
          the terrified Lucius, Conan heads for the door. LUCIUS (CONT'D)
           You gave your word!
KHALAR SINGH
           Yes. I come to resurrect the
           greatest empire Hyboria has ever
           known. KHALAR SINGH (CONT'D)
           So much for vengeance.
           (to his soldiers) Khalar pulls back, tries to settle himself. Conan's eyes
          narrow, he knows what Khalar is doing. TAMARA (CONT'D)
           Let me ask you something. Once
           you've killed Khalar and claimed Tamara is shocked.
                         
                          TAMARA
           Wait -- you seek to kill this
           Khalar? We have the same aim. He Khalar looks down at the ground -- at the head of his beloved
          son, his eyes gone, replaced by molten metal. Khalar trembles
          in shock and rage. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. Khalar nods to one of his men, who slits the Sailor's throat.
                         
          Khalar turns to his FALCONER, with the huge bird of prey on What use is talking? You won't
           believe a word I speak. I only want
           to know this -- how will you kill
           Khalar? You are too big to play the KHALAR SINGH
           No.
                         
          Khalar reaches for the severed head, giving Conan a brief Khalar Singh. He stares at Corin's bleeding form with the
          dispassion of a sociopath. KHALAR SINGH (CONT'D)
           Cimmerian!!!
                         
          Enraged, Khalar CHARGES Conan throwing all his skill and Khalar Singh CHANTS in Acheronian. Ancient, harsh words, as
          he lifts the two crowns overhead, offering them to the
          statues of dark gods all around. safe. We failed. But if Khalar
           brings her to Acheron, it will rise
           again -- and all our peoples'
           sacrifice is for nothing. so that he will not find them. So
           he will wander the afterlife
           forever.
                         
          Khalar smiles. KHALAR SINGH (CONT'D)
           Before you lies our enemy. His
           tribe waits for him in the beyond.
           What would you do? KHALAR SINGH
           You will return to Khor Kalba. You
           will feed the women to the beast
           until you find our Queen. Khalar picks up THE SWORD Corin and Conan had forged
          together, the one Corin took away. He admires it, then hands Khalar KICKS Conan in his shattered chest, lifting Conan off
          the ground with his might. He follows up with a devastating Khalar Singh looks to Remo for confirmation. The misshapen
          and shadowy Remo nods.
particular, has developed a special
           connection to the blood. A thirst.
           It is said that only the Queen of
           Acheron itself can resist its flesh and blood. The last of a
           royal line that goes back three
           thousand years.
                         
          Corin LAUGHS. A queen in hiding.
                         
                          REMO
           Yes! Yes! I sent to find her. Bring
           her. He wait for me now, at Great through her suffering Acheron would
           remain invincible. Until one of my
           ancestors, an Acheronian himself,
           put a stop to this tyranny. He and new queen from the royal line would
           be coronated with a crown of iron.
           Spikes would pierce her, slowly
           drain her precious blood, and It's only begun. Because that one
           was not the heir to Acheron.
                         
          Khalar smiles down at Tamara. Immortal. But still it had one
           weakness. For the true power of
           Acheron laid not with its King, but
           the Queen. Every twenty years, a THE ALTAR
                         
          Tamara, her body's blood nearly drained, is still shackled to The caves beneath Khor Khalba
           contain all manner of creature,
           many -- altered -- by centuries of
           blood magic. But one, in Their eyes meet. Torment. Loss. They both know. She pulls a
          knife from the folds of her pelts, puts it in his hand. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. Dazed, she struggles to her feet. Conan appears beside her,
          his dagger out. Tamara gasps in fear but Conan only reaches long that you cannot to see? Blood,
           magic, death: it is everywhere.
           Acheron is no different than any
           other kingdom, but for its glory. Cimmerian it is. Now it makes
           sense. You came for blood, not
           gold.
           53. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. You will not risk your life again.
           You are my line, my successor. You
           will not throw away all that I have
           worked for. The one. The Queen.
                         
          Conan's mind races, remembering Khalar's words from long ago.
                         
                          CONAN owes a blood debt, and he can
           entertain no other joy, no other
           cause, until it is fulfilled.
                         
                          TAMARA WE FOLLOW the trail of blood, down the side of the altar, in
          a spiral channel around the leg, and in a wide circle around
          the altar until reaching the channel's end --
enemies, rises to a mask which covers much of their features.
           43. that we were sought.
                         
                          CONAN
           You hid from him. And while you
           did, others died in your place. The look like the statues above -- a hybrid -- part human,
          part demon. Their skin is a perfect black, armor carved of
          black bone, faces once human but now demonic with blood red He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. The explanation comes as the shadow behind the driver MORPHS
          into Remo, the spindly Shadow Scout. He takes the reins,
          stopping the wagon. He waves the glowing sword tip in front of Conan's face.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. I was there. My father Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA both know you are not my equal.
                         
          Conan takes the burlap sack wrapped at his hip pulls it off.
                         
                          CONAN CONAN
           You know this.
                         
                          TAMARA
           We did not know who sought us, only skulls, sacrifices, and creatures until the box UNLATCHES.
                         
          And from the box he lifts two items. A CROWN OF GOLD and A STRANGER
                         
          A FIGURE, his form hidden beneath a cloak, spots Conan and The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. I am nobody.
                         
          He cuts the bonds on her feet. Tamara rises up, the battle
          scene revealed to her. The One Eyed Thief offers the same gap-toothed grin.
                         
           ONE EYED THIEF (CONT'D)
           You just need to find someone crazy Only the red irises of their eyes peer through. That and
          their pitch black skin.
                         
          The slaves hobble down the main boulevard, their naked feet CONAN
           And what better disguise for a
           monk?
                         
          Conan tugs on the rope for the camel to move faster. The Corin catches a glimpse of Conan, buried but staring back at
          him, unable to move. Corin quickly turns away, careful not to
          give his son away. me.
                         
                          TAMARA
           No!
                         
          Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath Conan and drops down in Shemish traders, obscuring all but his eyes.
                         
                         TAMARA
Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. kill.
                         
          One by one, the lieutenants beat and stab Corin, taking
          pleasure in his pain. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. TAMARA
           Ilira!
                         
          She raises Ilira's head, only to discover lifeless eyes. But Khalar Singh has. He destroyed
           my people, looking for you.
                         
          Suddenly Tamara understands.
           48. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. Khalar Singh throws the gold sack. It lands halfway between
          them. He sends Tamara ahead, her mouth gagged.
                         
          But the moment Tamara reaches the gold -- Conan tosses out what is inside. It falls to the ground,
          rolling to Khalar Singh's feet.
                         
                         FARIQ'S HEAD scout holding Tamara, cutting his throat as well.
                         
          Remo and the remaining scout give chase, blending in and out Only to see Conan standing there, holding the decapitated
          head of the Lieutenant.
                         
          The shocked Guard goes for his sword. Conan swings the Tamara is shocked.
                         
                          TAMARA
           Wait -- you seek to kill this
           Khalar? We have the same aim. He He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Conan drives his sword into Tamara's heart. The crown spikes
          retract and it falls from her head, tumbling into the abyss. Khalar nods to one of his men, who slits the Sailor's throat.
                         
          Khalar turns to his FALCONER, with the huge bird of prey on KHALAR SINGH
           Fine. Take your fill. I will kill
           him myself.
                         
                         CONAN We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads. Khalar Singh. He stares at Corin's bleeding form with the
          dispassion of a sociopath. KHALAR SINGH
           He killed Remo, likely his cavalry
           legion as well. Whatever he is, he TAMARA (CONT'D)
           Let me ask you something. Once
           you've killed Khalar and claimed arms wrapped around their heads. Twist, twist. SNAP. SNAP. He
          breaks both their necks in an instant.
The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. You have your desire. Death has
           found you.
                         
          Corin spits out his last words, also meant for Conan. DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. me.
                         
                          TAMARA
           No!
                         
          Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath Conan and drops down in Conan tosses out what is inside. It falls to the ground,
          rolling to Khalar Singh's feet.
                         
                         FARIQ'S HEAD comes over and smells the pot; his face scrunches from the
          odor.
                         
                          CONAN
           Trying to poison me? Slowly, painfully, Conan drags himself into the cooling
          trough that runs beneath the hut.
                         
           FADE TO BLACK. Conan off his feet and back against the far wall, pinned by
          the neck.
                         
          Conan struggles to breathe, the polearm shaft driving his positions her in front of him, his arms encircling her.
                         
          Conan gives her lifeless body one last kiss, her blood Instead, Conan pulls him in a wide circle, sending him flying
          into a wall-mounted torch. The guard burns like dry kindling. With the moon over his shoulder, Conan stares down at the
          unholy sight before him. We pull back revealing Tamara, her
          blood draining from her body. Ukafa tries to spear Conan through the chest, and Conan
          decides to drop his sword, grabbing the spear as it passes by
          him. He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. will not kill you.
                         
          Conan lets Lucius go. Lucius hobbles to his chair.
                         
                          LUCIUS Smoke fills the air. Conan struggles, still unable to move.
          He COUGHS, dying. The two Guardsmen leap for him, but Conan dispatches them
          with a pair of strikes. Both fall down dead. CONAN
           I saw my father die. Slain by one
           who can only kill men already on
           their knees. Conan drives his sword into Tamara's heart. The crown spikes
          retract and it falls from her head, tumbling into the abyss. and vaults Conan, landing on his back. He draws his sword,
          preparing to cut Conan's throat --
CONAN (CONT'D)
           Go. You are free.
                         
          One-Eye looks at his wrists and ankles, still hobbled by He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA Between the bonds she slips down a blade. It's CONAN'S
          DAGGER. She quickly cuts her bonds. The two Guardsmen leap for him, but Conan dispatches them
          with a pair of strikes. Both fall down dead. The City Guards drag Conan into a broad prison yard. Many of
          the INMATES are shackled together, hacking with picks at the
          rock walls on their work detail. Those in no condition to Conan confronts her, enraged.
                         
                          CONAN
           You lie. You are the very reason my
           people are dead. are cut down by either Conan's blade or the slavers' tulwars.
          But their victory is short lived -- Spinning and striking blindly, Conan smashes the second
          shackle on her wrist. He continues his motion, bringing his But then the fire collapses more of the forge, and the
          falling beams shatter the one that pins Conan to the ground.
           18. The room is dark, surrounded by thick draperies. Conan lies
          on a straw bed with white sheets, soaked through with his
          sweat. He looks to his wounds, all bandaged. Conan and Tamara walk through the town's teeming market, a
          otherworldly bazaar replete with animal sacrifices, veiled
          faces and not a hint of morality. Conan lifts his manacles, forcing the blade up into the brick
          holding his chain.
                         
          Then Conan pulls on the chains with all his might, loosening DARKNESS, killing them all. Only Conan is quick enough to
          dodge his arrow by diving aside. Conan mounts one of the cavalry horses and gallops towards
          the Scouts. They see him coming and let go of Tamara. THEY Conan just keeps riding.
                         
                          CONAN
           Perhaps the slavers took your
           orders. I don't. Toasting, to our deal.
                         
          Conan swings his sword and cuts the One Eyed Prisoner from
          the wall. CONAN
                         
          Conan rushes through a river, now tinged red with blood, and
          reaches the far end of the village. Tamara pauses, realizing she must trust Conan to gain his
          help.
                         
                          TAMARA
           Because she represent freedom, not and vaults Conan, landing on his back. He draws his sword,
          preparing to cut Conan's throat --
out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA With a grunt, he swings Tamara and throws her to safety, at
          the edge of the pit. Tamara head butts him, struggling to escape, but Khalar
          absorbs the blow effortlessly. He throws Tamara upon the
          altar, his two guards shackling her in place. With the flick of a wrist, Khalar cuts Tamara's bonds.
           94. He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. TAMARA
           No!!!
                         
          Tamara looks around with a panicked look, until she realizes TAMARA
                         
          Tamara sees that the prisoner baskets are suspended by the
          top half of the metallic cage. She begins scaling the cage, Only then does he notice Tamara's unsheathed knife which she
          plunges into his throat. Dazed, she struggles to her feet. Conan appears beside her,
          his dagger out. Tamara gasps in fear but Conan only reaches Only a pair of wagons still stands. One of them holds Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN
           Use your whips on the horses' legs! window to rush to Tamara's side. Conan tries to lift her off
          the altar, but the bone shackles still pin her down. In agony, Tamara pulls one of the spikes out, then another.
          She pushes with all her might, lifting the crown of iron off
          her bloodied head -- Tamara kicks the first Scout in the face, slamming his head
          into the bars. However, the second one clubs her unconscious
          from behind. EXT. ZINGARAN GALLEY - MORNING
                         
          Tamara steps out onto the deck, grabbing her pounding head. IT IS TAMARA.
                         
                          CUT TO: Fassir grabs Tamara.
                         
                          FASSIR (CONT'D)
           The Queen must not be captured. Take her out the North Gate.
           Quickly!
                         
          Tamara grabs Ilira and pulls her through the flaming Conan heads off one direction, leaving Tamara to navigate the
          other half. Her torch illuminates the grizzly path ahead. She
          inhales deeply and takes her first step. Tamara kisses Conan's cheek one last time and heads off.
                         
                         
          INT. CATACOMBS - NIGHT He looks up to see Tamara scaling the cage, now nearly fifty
          feet directly above him.
                         
                          CONAN (CONT'D)
           Crom!
He feels eyes upon him and looks down at Tamara, still bound
          and gagged, her eyes burning holes in his forehead. Conan
          pulls out her gag. Conan. Tamara, badly weakened herself, grabs Conan.
                         
                          TAMARA (CONT'D)
           Conan, you know what you must do. out and breaks the lock on her chains.
                         
                          CONAN
           Who are you?
                         
                          TAMARA Conan ignores her, gathering wood for a fire.
                         
                          TAMARA (CONT'D)
           All I ask is that you let me travel Tamara pauses, realizing she must trust Conan to gain his
          help.
                         
                          TAMARA
           Because she represent freedom, not TAMARA
           I haven't lied.
                         
          Conan get off his horse, unties Tamara and gives her a water CONAN
           I will not fail.
                         
          But still Tamara glares at him -- and we can see the hint of Tamara is dressed like a Shemish serving girl, her taut body
          barely covered by silken drapings. She glares at Conan,
          miserable. Dazed, she struggles to her feet. Conan appears beside her,
          his dagger out. Tamara gasps in fear but Conan only reaches me.
                         
                          TAMARA
           No!
                         
          Suddenly, a trap door opens beneath Conan and drops down in CONAN
           Be still!
                         
          Conan thrusts Tamara in Khalar's direction. Conan and Tamara walk through the town's teeming market, a
          otherworldly bazaar replete with animal sacrifices, veiled
          faces and not a hint of morality. TAMARA (CONT'D)
           I've only ever heard you speak of
           what you'd die for, Conan. What
           would you live for? CONAN AND TAMARA
                         
          Conan holds a squirming, but bound Tamara. Tamara!!
                         
          They leap on Conan, impossibly fast. They stab him. They cut
          him. But he does not stop. Even wounded, he throws them into We pull back to reveal a funeral pyre, Tamara's body atop it.
          Conan places the torch to the pyre. It quickly spreads. Only a pair of wagons still stands. One of them holds Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN
           Use your whips on the horses' legs! CONAN
           Just leave me to sleep.
                         
          But Tamara doesn't leave, forcing Conan to respond. comes a pair of MEN, their beady eyes fixed on Tamara.
                         
                          CONAN
           Thieves. You'll regret finding me. (TO TAMARA)
           Stay behind me.
                         
          Tamara steps behind Conan, who blocks the others' path to
          her.
The look like the statues above -- a hybrid -- part human,
          part demon. Their skin is a perfect black, armor carved of
          black bone, faces once human but now demonic with blood red Get me oil -- and a torch.
                         
          Soldiers quickly bring over a bucket of oil and a lit torch. Suddenly, Lucius and his legion of silver-armored warriors
          burst out of the fog, attacking with speed and strength. queens were sacrificed.
                         
          Khalar snaps his fingers and two guardsmen bring an ornately takes out the four SOLDIERS in his way.
                         
                          FARIQ
           You should have run, while you
           could. And for a moment, the Cimmerians look relieved, until they
          notice small bags of a black substance tied to the arrows.
          The flames lick at the substance -- ACHERONIAN WARRIORS
                         
          Towering over the slaves, the warriors are a fearsome sight.
          Their armor, crafted from the bones of their defeated And the forest comes alive. The forces are an odd
          combination; massive KUSHITE TRIBESMEN, dark-skinned savages CHAOS
                         
          The monks scatter in every direction, but wherever they turn,
          more troops burst out of the swirling sand. Corin sees the flames in the distance as well. Suddenly,
          Ukafa and his Kushite warriors erupt out of the forest. Armed
          with fearsome barbed spears they charge the remaining But the crown of iron is terrifying. Huge rough spikes extend
          from it in every direction. It looks more like a weapon than
          a crown. Khalar nods to his men. Two Guardsmen take their torches and
          light other torches set in the walls. It sets off a chain Instead, Conan pulls him in a wide circle, sending him flying
          into a wall-mounted torch. The guard burns like dry kindling. arms wrapped around their heads. Twist, twist. SNAP. SNAP. He
          breaks both their necks in an instant. Only the red irises of their eyes peer through. That and
          their pitch black skin.
                         
          The slaves hobble down the main boulevard, their naked feet Conan's torch like a sentient, animate thing.
                         
          The floor of the corridor is lined with DEAD BODIES, in TAMARA
           Is there not a living thing you can
           be at peace with?
                         
          They ride into the city, past the troops. with the mortar block on the end, a homemade ball and chain.
                         
          The two Guards come forward, sword drawn, only to meet with a wall and cut him down where he
           stands.
                         
                          TAMARA
           And the archers and cavalry? They They let the arrows fly, streaking balls of flame heading
          right for the Cimmerians. But they do not hit them. They hit
          the tree trunks beside them.
Who crafted the mask thousands of years ago? Who was the only survivor of the village after Zym left? Who is Lucius killed by? Where does Ela-Shan tell Conan he can be found at if needed? What was Conan poisoned with? Whose body does Zym want to use for his wife's soul? Whose hand does Tamara cut off, while in battle? What is the name of Zym's deceased wife? Who dies by falling into lava? Who is Conan? Why does Corin believe that Conan is not fully ready to be a warrior? Who attacks Corin's village? Why does Zym attack Corin's village? Who survives the attack on Corin's village? What does Conan grow to become years after the attack? What girl is Zym searching for? Why does Zym need to find the descendant of the sorcerers of Acheron?  Who is Lucius? How does Lucius die? Who does Khalar want to revive? Where did Zym think she would find the pure blood descendant? Who created the Mask? Who executed Maliva? How is Conan poisoned? What people does Conan free? When does Tamara escape from Zym? What does Conan say he will trade Tamara for? What are the soldiers Marique sends out made of?
A group of sorcerers A group of sorcerers
Conan Conan.
Prisoners his prisoners
City of Thieves, Argalon argalon
A poison-laced boomerang sword Boomerang sword 
Tamara Tamara
Marique marique
Maliva Maliva.
Zym Zym.
The son of Corin, the leader of a barbarian tribe.   The son of a barbarian chief.
Corin believes that his son, although skilled, is excessively violent.  He is too violent
Khalar Zym. Khalar Zym
To reunite the mask of Acheron and revive his dead wife. To get the pieces of the mask.
Conan is the only survivor. Conan.
A pirate. A pirate.
the descendant of the sorcerers of Acheron. Tamara.
To use the blood of the of the girl to wield the power of the mask.   Her blood will reveal the masks powers
A soldier of Zym's that Conan remembers. a soldier from zyms 
The prisoners kill him.  He is killed by the prisoners
His wife. His deceased wife.
A monastery. A monastery.
A group of sorcerers. A group of sorcerers
Monks. The monks from Tamara's monastery.
By a poison laced boomerang sword. A poisonous boomerang-sword.
Slaves. slave colony
As Conan is battling Zym. Conan
Gold. Gold.
Sand. Sand.