The Mummy's Tomb

Most of these incidents are so incredible

that one would almost have to be there in order to believe them.

You know, many people believe that we archeologists

are just a collection of old fogies

digging around in ruins after old dried-up skulls and bones.

Particularly medical men like yourself. Isn't that so, John?

I wouldn't say that, Dad. Not everybody thinks that way.

Oh, I could go on telling you stories like this all day long.

Personally, I think you're boring Isobel and her mother.

Who cares what happened 3,000 years ago?

Being my sister doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful.

- I'll have you... - Now, now.

Are you two children going to start that feud all over again?

Oh, I just get annoyed.

So does everybody else.

Am I boring you, Mrs. Evans?

Oh, not at all. I find it most interesting.

And you, Isobel?

Oh, I should say not. Please tell us the rest.

Hmm.

All right.

Well, we started out from Cairo to search for Ananka's tomb.

We weren't a particularly adventuresome-looking group.

There was Babe Hanson, an old friend of mine,

a Brooklyn magician named Solvani

and his daughter, Marta.

And, oh, yes, Dr. Petrie of the Cairo Museum.

We traveled for a long, long time through the desert,

then up into the mountains.

Babe! Babe, where are you?

- Wow! - What happened? You all right?

I don't know. I started to hook the wire to the detonator

to set off the dynamite and here I am.

Effendi! Effendi!

This is an unholy tomb.

It's the seal of the Seven Jackals. What we've been searching for.

They mustn't touch it, effendi. There's a curse upon it.

Oh, bosh.

It means death to whoever breaks that seal.

We can't stop now for a lot of silly native superstitions.

I have waited a long time for this moment.

The native workers fled,

screaming something about there being a curse on the place.

However, it didn't turn out to be Ananka's tomb at all.

Easy. It's heavy. Watch out.

That's good. Look.

Whoa!

Why, it isn't sealed.

Let's take it off.

Careful, now. Careful.

That isn't Princess Ananka. It's a man.

And in the finest state of preservation of any mummy I've ever seen.

Later on, we found the most amazing thing about this mummy.

Doctor.

What do these lines in his face mean?

There's only one answer. He was buried alive.

He must have struggled desperately against those bandages.

What a terrible way to die. Probably for some sacrilege.

Possibly. Have you touched his face?

- What? - Go ahead. Touch it.

Feels like living tissue.

Exactly.

How true that proved to be.

Because, astounding as it may seem, Kharis had never really died.

We learned afterward that Kharis was being kept alive

by a strange race of high priests.

Only one of these high priests remained, a man by the name of Andoheb.

He and a servant kept constant watch

on our movements from up above in the mountains.

Very interesting, aren't they, Dr. Petrie?

Professor Andoheb.

Where did you come from?

The important thing, Doctor, is that I'm here.

Then you knew about this tomb, and yet you insisted the vase was an imitation.

There are some things in science which should be brought to light.

And there are others, Doctor, which should be left alone.

You mean, we never should have come into this cave?

Since you are here, I think it's fitting

that you should learn exactly what you've stumbled upon.

Come.

For a scientist, you are very unobserving, Dr. Petrie.

Why, there's a pulse beat.

Why, this is absurd. It's... It's fantastic.

In this vial, I have the fluid from nine tana leaves.

Nine tana leaves, Dr. Petrie.

That wouldn't mean anything to you, but watch.

Now, Dr. Petrie.

Why, it's... It's beating faster.

He's alive.

Let me go!

Get off! Let me go!

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

The mummy. Somebody swiped it.

Who could've done that?

- I can't understand it. - Steve, Petrie!

What could've happened?

I don't know, Babe.

He's dead.

Go on and get some sleep, Marta.

We'll get a start as soon as it's light.

- Steve. - Yes?

I wish you'd give all this up and come back to the States with us.

Well, I can't promise you that, but I will be back sometime.

Do you mind if I say I think you're a swell person?

Hmm?

Well, after that, things happened pretty fast.

The next victim was my native overseer, Ali.

The same fashion as the doctor.

Marta went to bed that night. We were all pretty jittery and...

Marta!

Babe.

When we got there, they'd disappeared.

Obviously, there was some sort of secret passageway.

I remained to search for it and Babe looked around outside.

The mummy, apparently, had broken an urn in passing.

And I examined the fragments and found a clue.

There was a secret passageway.

Steve!

Marta, what happened? How did you get here?

The mummy brought me here. He's alive.

Yes, I know.

Pop. Is he all right?

He's all right. Just a little shaken up.

Meanwhile, outside of the temple...

See here, you Egyptian Mickey Finn.

I'll give you three to tell me where she is. I'm not kiddin'.

We've gotta get you out of here in a hurry.

He's after tana fluid.

That's what must be in this vial.

And in the urn, Steve! It's full of the fluid.

You mustn't let him get it.

Keep him away from it!

Stop him!

Stop him!

Well, I got Marta back safely, all right.

Brought back the body of the Princess Ananka, too.

But I've always regretted I wasn't able to bring back the mummy with her.

You can well imagine what a contribution to science that would have been.

The monster was really alive, walking and breathing?

Absolutely.

It's beyond the imagination.

The most amazing thing I've ever heard.

Why, it's like hearing from a world beyond.

That's the way it happened,

and if Marta were alive today she'd tell you the same thing.

Nobody that ever went through an experience like that could ever forget it.

Well, at least I have the satisfaction

of having destroyed a terrible monster,

and in doing so, rid the world of an awful curse.

Thirty years ago, an infidel sought to destroy me

and to destroy Kharis.

Both attempts failed.

The bullet he fired into me

only crushed my arm.

The fire that sought to consume Kharis

only seared and twisted and maimed.

Open it.

Kharis still lives...

Lives for the moment he will carry death and destruction

to all those who dared violate the tomb of Ananka.

That moment has now arrived.

Once each night,

during the cycle of the full moon,

you will dissolve three tana leaves

and give the liquid to Kharis.

Three leaves will keep him alive.

Nine leaves will give him motivation.

And now I leave in your hands

the curse of Amon-Ra and the destiny of Kharis.

Preparations are complete to the last detail.

A position as caretaker of the little cemetery at Mapleton

has been arranged.

Now swear by the sacred gods of Egypt

that you will never rest until the last remaining member

of the Banning family is destroyed.

Until they all have suffered the fate

of those who dared to defile the tomb of our royal dead.

Swear that you will never betray your trust.

I swear by the mighty power of Amon-Ra,

whose anger can shatter the world,

and by the dread horror of Set,

I shall never forsake my trust as a high priest of Karnak.

And now, O mighty gods of Egypt,

may you find in this young follower

a successor worthy in every respect

to carry on the sacred trust

now delivered into his hands.

And save him from any temptation that might destroy him.

As it nearly destroyed me.

The ways of my people are strange to Western minds,

but it is my duty to offer prayers each night,

so that the soul of my dear one

is not left alone to wander lonely and forgotten

through the spaces of time.

Certainly. Anything we can do to...

No, there is nothing.

It is simply that not a single word may be uttered

in the presence of Occidentals.