The Mummy

What the hell is this?

I don't know.

Whoa.

Bloody hell.

The Crossrail is the biggest construction project in Europe,

carving 26 miles of new commuter train tunnels

beneath the surface of London.

But today, an ancient tomb filled with the coffins of Crusader knights...

People don't realize

that London is a giant graveyard.

A modern city built on centuries of death.

Because of the tomb's proximity to the Thames,

half the space is flooded, is that right?

There are even more coffins submerged underwater.

The tomb appears to have been built during the Second Crusade,

which means it's filled with the bodies

of Crusader knights who invaded Egypt

before returning to England.

It has also revealed a treasure trove

of secrets about London's history.

Clear them out, please.

Ladies and gentlemen, please stop what you're doing.

The train tunnel has been rerouted north of here.

We are now taking control of this site.

Please collect your tools and gear and exit immediately.

Oi!

Excuse me. Excuse me!

This is my site. What do you think you're doing?

Evacuate your men.

We'll take it from here.

Who the hell are you people?

This way, sir. Thank you very much.

The past cannot remain buried forever.

In my lifetime, I have unearthed many ancient mysteries.

At last, this tomb reveals antiquity's darkest secret.

A secret erased from history and forgotten to time.

Princess Ahmanet.

Beautiful,

cunning,

and ruthless.

Sole heir to the throne of Egypt.

The pharaoh's kingdom would one day be hers to rule

without mercy or fear.

And Ahmanet would be worshipped as a living god.

But Pharaoh had a son.

The boy, now, would inherit her destiny.

And Ahmanet understood power was not given.

It had to be taken.

Vowing revenge, she made a choice to embrace evil.

Set. The god of death.

They made a pact.

A pact that would unleash darkness itself.

Ahmanet was reborn

a monster.

Yet the pact was not complete.

She vowed to bring the demon into our world in the body of a mortal man.

Together, they would take their vengeance upon humanity.

For her sins, Ahmanet was mummified alive,

her body carried far from Egypt.

There she would remain, condemned to eternal darkness.

But death is a doorway,

and the past cannot remain buried forever.

Out of luck, huh, Sarge?

The civilians are gone.

It's filled with insurgents down there.

I guess we're too late.

We can do this.

Oh, no, no, no! We are too late!

Command thinks we're doing advanced recon

100 miles from here.

Sarge, you're not going down there.

You're right, I'm not.

We are.

At least call in an airstrike.

"Airstrike"?

Bad idea.

A little one. Just... Maybe they'll run off.

And then command will know where we are...

And we'll do 20 years in Leavenworth for looting.

Hey. What'd I tell you? We are not looters.

We are liberators of precious antiquities.

Liberators of precious antiquities.

Right. Right.

But we don't even know what's down there.

Haram. Haram is what's down there. Treasure.

No, the translator said "haram" means "forbidden knowledge."

Like a curse.

Around here, that's just another word for "treasure,"

and this guy, this Henry guy, he seems to want it pretty bad.

Well, now he's gonna have to pay double.

Mount up. No, sir, I ain't going on this one.

What? I'm not going.

Vail.

What are you gonna do, stab me with that?

Oh, no, no, no!

You crazy bastard.

It's a full day's ride to the nearest water!

The nearest water is right down in that village.

Come on, Vail.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Well, that's just great, Nick. That's just great!

Come on, slip in, slip out, just like we always do.

You son of a bitch!

Oh, my God!

We're gonna die! We're gonna die!

Move! Move!

Just run! Run, run!

Go, go, go!

You kidding me?

"Slip in, slip out"?

This is not like we always do!

Stairs! Just run! Run!

Run, run, run!

Grenade!

I hate you! I hate you so much!

I never even wanted to come to this country!

Let me think. Just let me think.

If anyone is listening, this is L-26, urgent, hot!

Request dynamic precision strike at our mark!

You did not just call in an airstrike!

Oh, yes, I did!

Where are you going? Don't leave me!

Where do they keep coming from?

There's nowhere to go!

Oh, man! We're gonna die!

Just, please, Vail! Let me think!

We're gonna die because of you! Just let me think!

Think about what? Think about what?

I'm thinking...

What?

I'm thinking...

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking we're probably gonna die here.

I knew it!

I knew it!

Huh?

I am still alive!

No!

Nick! Nick!

Haram.

Sir!

I was told you boys were supposed to be 100 klicks from here!

Yes, sir!

But based on intelligence,

we had reason to believe the insurgents

were holding civilian hostages.

We had to make a call, wait for Delta to respond or go in alone!

It was Sergeant Morton's idea to go in, actually!

Uh-huh.

Only to find out that the villagers had long since evacuated.

Yeah, lucky for them, not for us.

Delta, south-side perimeter.

Sir, when we realized

we were in the center of the insurgent stronghold,

it was too late.

We were discovered, we started taking on heavy fire.

Well, sir, Corporal Vail, here,

is too humble to admit it,

but he risked his life to save mine.

He's a hero. In fact, I'd like to recommend him

for a citation.

Let me run another scenario by you.

Sir?

One in which two assholes from long-range reconnaissance,

that would be you,

run all over northern Iraq just one step ahead of the enemy.

Except, instead of hunting for the enemy, you hunt for antiquities,

stealing whatever isn't nailed down

and selling it on the black market.

Meanwhile, these fanatical insurgents

trying to erase 5,000 years of history

unwittingly cover your tracks. It's a pretty good scam.

Sergeant Morton!

Where is it?

What? Where's what?

The letter, the map you stole from me.

Map?

I don't know what you're talking about.

How would I have even had an opportunity

to steal anything from you, Miss...

Miss...

Okay. Sergeant Morton,

here, thinks that I'll be too embarrassed

to tell you that I had him in my hotel room

three nights ago in Baghdad.

And whilst I was sleeping, he went through my things.

I'm not embarrassed, Nick.

Disgusted, yes.

Regretful? Certainly.

But mainly, just amazed at your ability

to mimic all the qualities of genuine human intimacy

if only for 15 seconds.

Where's the map, Morton?

Okay. Sir, I admit

that Miss Halsey and I did spend

a delightful evening in Baghdad.

A very long and satisfying evening,

if her reactions are to be considered sincere.

But, sir, I left with nothing more than fond memories.

Now, perhaps I may have neglected