Tales from the Darkside

Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

There we go. Nice and easy.

-Good doggy! -Hey, hey!

-What are you doing, mate? -lt's heavy!

Hey...!

Hey, careful, Bert.

This is an expensive artifact.

He wants it up here, right?

That's a boy.

Easy now. lt won't bite.

Get on. Don't be too sure.

Look at those teeth, eh?

Like a bloody buzz saw.

-(cart rolling) -Here, let me give you a hand.

Don't! Don't touch it.

l can manage this... last one.

You want us to open these crates for you, governor?

No, no, no, l can handle that.

Eh, what about this here coffin?

Coffin?! Who told you that?

l'm sorry, governor. l just thought that maybe...

Never mind.

Right.

Look, just clear out now, both of you.

Right.

l know what l'm doing.

lt's not a coffin.

Remember, there's not a coffin.

MAN (muffled): Mr. Hartley?

Arthur Hartley?

Yes? Who is it?

l must talk to you.

Listen, l-l'm very sorry.

Uh, it's very late.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

Tomorrow may be too late.

l must see you... now.

All right, just a minute.

Yes, yes.

Yes, coming.

May l come in?

Well, it's very... Wait... Just...

Wait a minute, what do you think you're doing?

lt is best we speak privately.

Why?

Now, who are you?

My name is Hammid Bey.

Very impressive.

You have a remarkable collection, Mr. Hartley.

How do you know my name?

Oh, l know a great deal about you, Mr. Hartley.

You're an American, an amateur archaeologist...

and...

a thief.

Now just a minute!

Every one of these pieces-- stolen,

smuggled out of that sacred tomb

you discovered in the desert below Giza.

Who sent you?

Nobody sent me.

l came here to warn you.

Don't touch that.

l have no intention of doing so.

This is the seal of Khefra, the beetle god of ancient Egypt.

Do you know what that means?

No, not yet.

But that's why l'm here,

to do research on my findings at the British Museum.

These inscriptions, however, l... l can't read them.

Then allow me.

This case contains the body of a temple virgin

who violated her vows.

She was put to death and cursed.

And anyone who disturbs her mummy

will share the same curse.

l came only to claim the case, and return it back to

its rightful resting place.

Do you think l'm a fool?

ls that what you think?

Look, you know as well as l do that mummies like this

were buried with their personal jewelry,

and that's what you're really after.

Please, Mr. Hartley...

l am warning you.

And l'm warning you. Get out.

And stay out!

As you wish.

Uh-huh.

l'm staying in the village, at the inn.

lf you change your mind, you can reach me there.

: Out.

Right, yeah.

Now...

All right.

l was right.

: Oh, it's magnificent.

Absolutely magnificent.

Oh...

Thanks, old girl.

Nightmare.

Just a nightmare.

Hmm.

Ah, it's nerves.

Priceless.

Oh!

Ugh!

(hand pump whooshing, liquid hissing)

Go away!

l'm sorry to disturb you.

Disturb me?

You're not disturbing me.

What's there to be disturbed about?

Here, come in.

See for yourself.

l see you chose to disregard my warning.

About the mummy?

Yes, l opened it.

What happened then?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, what did you think?

The mummy would come to life?

The mummy is dead, but the curse still alive!

You're talking nonsense.

Yes, l've been doing some spraying.

The cottage has been vacant for more than a year.

l just got rid of a few insects.

What sort of insects, Mr. Hartley?

lt doesn't matter.

They're gone now.

But they will return.

Look, how do you know?

The gods of ancient Egypt have not vanished.

That's superstition.

ls it?

The power of gods is real.

That's why you must give the mummy back to me.

The mummy...