Third Watch Eddie is hard at work on the sheep. You know, I'm not even trying to make innuendos anymore. It just happens. Plus, the wind machines are going full blast again. I guess this director really knows what he likes. I'm afraid to look him up on the IMDB because I just know I'll find him credited with some Skinemax soft-core porn flick where lots of randomly ethnic Extras get it on with cows, sheep, and lackeys in the middle of a tornado. Wait a minute. Throw in Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton and I've already seen that movie. Anyway, Winston Churchill comes up, dressed in his Sunday finest. He's been released. Eddie tells him not to forget him, and Winston flashes the V sign, chomps his cigar, and strides off into the first bad edit of the evening.
In the Pharaoh's chambers. Some poor fool wearing Morgan Freeman's spotted make-up from Robin Hood is trying to interpret Christopher Lee's dreams. I try to find a funny film to reference from Lee's past, but he's got over two hundred listings at the IMDB and my browser chokes. This guy works A LOT. He's also got the best evil eye make-up we've seen so far. It's like little hieroglyphics under each eye. The dream interpreter fails. Pharaoh swats the Chief Cup Bearer upside the head in anger, and after much bowing and begging for forgiveness, Winston mentions Eddie as a possible interpreter.
The Guards bring Third Watch Eddie to the Pharaoh. Christopher Lee is playing Ramses the First, and I note through the folds of his tunic that he's ribbed for her pleasure. Now the Pharaoh and his lackeys are eating. The Extras have upgraded to Egyptian garb, and are milling around behind the table. Pharaoh questions Eddie's dream interpretation skills. Pot Brownie is there, and he looks conflicted to see Eddie again. Ramses' dream is all about seven lean cows eating seven fat cows. There's lots of flesh chewing and bone grinding. Dude. Get. Therapy. Quicker. Jeffrey Dahmer didn't have dreams that bad. Third Watch Eddie explains that the dream means that Egypt will have seven good years of plenty, and then seven bad years of starvation. Touchdown! The Extras go wild. My upstairs neighbor drills one of those Brazil-style holes in the floor and kicks my ass. Eddie completes his dream interpretation, then snorts a few lines and runs off to have sex with Mommy. Ramses looks pained.
Bad edit. Still the same conversation, but in a totally different room. Eddie suggests a plan to save food from the seven good years for the seven bad years. Ramses says it can't be done. A lackey agrees with him. Pharaoh asks Pot Brownie what he thinks of Eddie. We don't hear the answer, but from the look on his face, I think Pot Brownie may have a secret crush.