The Mummy

Thebes, City of the Living,

crown jewel of Pharaoh SETI the First.

Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh's high priest,

keeper of the dead.

Birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun, Pharaoh's mistress.

No other man was allowed to touch her.

But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself

What are you doing here?

Who has touched you?!

Imhotep?!

My Priest!

Pharaoh's bodyguards.

- You must go! Save yourself! - No.

Only you can resurrect me!

I won't leave you! Get away from me!

You shall live again!

I will resurrect you!

My body is no longer his temple!

To resurrect Anck-Su-Namun,

Imhotep and his priests broke into her crypt and stole her body.

They raced deep into the desert,

taking Anck-Su-Namun's corpse to Hamunaptra, City of the Dead,

HAMUNAPTRA - 1290 B.C.

ancient burial site for the sons of pharaohs

and resting place for the wealth of Egypt.

For his love, Imhotep dared the gods' anger by going deep into the city,

where he took the black Book of the Dead from its holy resting place.

Anck-Su-Namun's soul had been sent to the dark underworld,

her vital organs removed and placed in five sacred Canopic jars.

Anck-Su-Namun's soul had come back from the dead,

But Pharaoh's bodyguards had followed Imhotep and stopped him

before the ritual could be completed.

Imhotep's priests were condemned to be mummified alive.

As for Imhotep, he was condemned to endure the Hom-Dai,

the worst of all ancient curses.

One so horrible, it had never before been bestowed.

He was to remain sealed inside his sarcophagus,

be undead for all of eternity.

The Magi would never allow him to be released,

for he would arise a walking disease, a plague upon mankind,

an unholy flesh-eater with the strength of ages,

power over the sands, and the glory of invincibility.

HAMUNAPTRA - 1923

For 3,000 years, men and armies fought over this land,

never knowing what evil lay beneath it.

And for 3,000 years, we, the Magi,

the descendants of Pharaoh's sacred bodyguards, kept watch.

You just got promoted.

Steady!

- You're with me on this one, right? - Your strength gives me strength.

Steady!

Wait! Wait for me!

Steady!

Fire!

Run, Beni! Run!

Get inside! Get inside!

Hey! Don't you close that door!

Don't you close that door!

You will die. You will die.

The Creature remains undiscovered.

And what of this one?

- Should we kill him? - No.

The desert will kill him.

CAIRO, EGYPT - 3 YEARS LATER

Sacred stones,

sculpture and aesthetics,

Socrates, Seth, volume one, volume two,

and volume three.

And...

Tuthmosis? What are you doing here?

T. T, t, t...

T.

I'm going to put you where you belong.

Help.

Oops.

What... How...

Oh, look at this!

Sons of the pharaohs!

Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts!

Anything but you!

Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!

I am so very sorry. It was an accident.

My girl, when Rameses destroyed Syria, that was an accident.

You are a catastrophe!

Look at my library!

Why do I put up with you?

Well, you put up with me because I can...

I can read and write Ancient Egyptian,

and I can... I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic,

and, well, I am the only person within 1,000 miles

who knows how to properly code and catalog this library, that's why.

I put up with you because your father and mother were our finest patrons.

That's why!

Allah rest their souls.

Now, I don't care how you do it, I don't care how long it takes,

straighten up this me shiver!

Hello?

Abdul?

Mohammed?

Bob?

Have you no respect for the dead?

Of course I do. But sometimes I'd rather like to join them.

Well, I wish you would do it before you ruin my career the way you've ruined yours.

- Now, get out. - My dear, sweet baby sister.

I'll have you know

that, at this precise moment, my career is on a high note.

High note, ha! Jonathan, please, I'm really not in the mood for you.

I've just made a bit of a mess in the library,

and the Bembridge scholars have rejected my application form again.

They say I don't have enough experience in the field.

You'll always have me, old mum.

Besides, I have just the thing to cheer you up.

Oh, no, Jonathan, not another worthless trinket.

If I have to take one more piece of junk to the curator to try and

sell for you.

Where did you get this?

On a dig down in Thebes.

My whole life, I've never found anything, Evy.

Please tell me I've found something.

- Jonathan. - Yes?

I think you've found something.

You see the cartouche there?

It's the official royal seal of SETI the First, I'm sure of it.

- Perhaps. - Two questions.

Who the hell was SETI the First, and was he rich?

He was the second pharaoh of the 19th dynasty,

said to be the wealthiest pharaoh of them all.

Good. I like this fellow.

- I like him very much. - I've already dated the map.

It's almost 3,000 years old.

And if you look at the hieratic just here, well, it's Hamunaptra.

Dear God, don't be ridiculous.

We're scholars, not treasure hunters.

Hamunaptra's a myth told by ancient Arab storytellers

to amuse Greek and Roman tourists.

I know all the blather about the city being protected by the curse of a mummy,

but my research has led me to believe that the city itself may have actually existed.

- Are we talking about the Hamunaptra? - Yes. The City of the Dead.

Where the earliest pharaohs were said to have hidden the wealth of Egypt.

Yes, yes, in a big, underground treasure chamber.

- Heh! - Oh, come on. Everybody knows the story.

The entire necropolis was rigged to sink into the sand on Pharaoh's command.

A flick of a switch, and the whole place would disappear beneath the sand dunes,

taking the treasure with it.

As the Americans would say, it's all fairy tales and hokum.

Oh, my goodness! Look at that!

You've burnt it! You've burned off the part with the lost city.

It's for the best, I'm sure.

Many men have wasted their lives in the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra.

No one's ever found it.

Most have never returned.

Come, come! Step over the threshold.

Welcome to Cairo Prison, my humble home.

You told me that you got it on a dig down in Thebes.

- Yeah, well, I was mistaken. - You lied to me.

I lie to everybody. What makes you so special?

- I am your sister. - That just makes you more gullible.

You stole it from a drunk at the local casbah.

Picked his pocket, actually, so I don't think it's a very good...

Stop being so ridiculous. What exactly is this man in prison for?

This I did not know.

But when I heard that you were coming, I asked him that myself.

And what did he say?

He said he was just looking for a good time.

- This is the man that you stole it from? - Yes, exactly.

So why don't we just go sniff out a spot of tiff in...

Who are you?

- And who's the broad? - "Broad"?

I'm just a local sort of missionary chap, spreading the good word,

- but this is my sister, Evy. - How do you do?

- Oh, well. Guess she's not a total loss. - I beg your pardon.

I'll be back in a moment.

- Ask him about the box. - We have found...

Hello. Excuse me.

We both found your puzzle box,

and we've come to ask you about it.

- No. - No.

No. You came to ask me about Hamunaptra.

How do you know the box pertains to Hamunaptra?

Because that's where I was when I found it. I was there.

But how do we know that's not a load of pig's wallow?

- Do I know you? - No, no.

I've just got one of those faces.

You were actually at Hamunaptra?

- Yeah, I was there. - You swear?

- Every damn day. - I didn't mean that...

I know. I was there. Seti's place. City of the Dead.

Could you tell me how to get there?

I mean, the exact location.

- You want to know? - Well, yes.

- Do you really want to know? - Yes.

Then get me the hell out of here!

Do it, lady!

- Where are they taking him? - To be hanged.

Apparently, he had a very good time.

I will give you £100 to save this man's life.

Madame, I would pay £100 just to see him hang.

- £200. - Proceed!

£300.

Any last requests, pig?