Blood from the Mummy's Tomb

The nightmare again?

Don't worry. Don't worry.

Don't worry.

It'll soon be over.

Dad?

- Going already? - Soon. Tod's not here yet.

Oh. Don't go just yet.

Here.

Happy birthday, darling.

But it's tomorrow.

Well, what's wrong with now?

Open it.

- Oh, sorry I couldn't find any pretty paper. - Oh.

Oh, Dad.

It's beautiful.

It's the most precious thing I can give you.

I'll treasure it.

No. Don't just treasure it.

It was meant to be worn.

It must be worth a fortune.

- Supposing I lose it. - You won't.

Wear it always. Wear it now.

Here.

Happy birthday, darling.

Thank you.

Hi.

Glad you could make it.

Shut your bloody row!

I sometimes wonder why I took this job.

Well, we know that, don't we? Get him inside.

What about a bit of fun?

Let's have a look at Old Snaky Berigan.

My God, he hasn't been in the jacket all night, has he?

Seem to have quietened him down. He's not doing any of his crazy bits.

Perhaps he'll act up later when we get the harness off.

Hello, cat.

When are you gonna let me speak to him?

- Who? - Your father.

- Not now. - "Not now"? What does that mean?

You don't feed him enough.

He should be gorged and fat and purring.

Darling, there are areas of research he can help me with.

Sometimes I think there are only two things you want me for.

You're absolutely right.

- Am I? - Yes.

Absolutely.

You drink too much.

I thought you'd never see it.

- Where did you get it? - Birthday present.

- From your father? - What are you going to give me?

I've never seen anything so beautiful.

He must have got it on the expedition.

What do you know about it?

I don't know anything about it.

- Don't you want to know? - I'll ask him later.

It's the first time he's ever given anything away about the expedition.

Anything and any meaning of the word "giving".

No reports, no journals, no findings, nothing.

Absolute secrecy.

Perhaps there was nothing else to give.

You've never had anything else like it?

No other presents?

No.

All these years and now this ring.

It's unlike anything I've ever seen before.

I know. We can find out from a friend of mine. Okay?

Okay.

Be careful.

He can be dangerous.

I'll be close at hand.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, come on, Berigan, you know what I want

and it's in there, isn't it?

Get your hands off me, you maniac!

Do you understand? Let go of me!

I think you'll have to go, sir. At once, please.

Oh!

Okay, show us your sarcophagus.

Knock it off, Arthur.

Yeah, that's what I mean.

Maybe later.

Promises, promises.

- Hello. - Hello, Tod.

- Geoff about? - Behind there.

Tod. I didn't expect you today.

I wasn't planning on coming over, but there's something I had to show you.

What do you make of that?

My God.

Where'd you get this?

- Whose is it? - It's mine.

Isn't it lovely?

No.

No, no, no.

Death...

...is afar still.

He will have no use of you yet.

There's hardship and strife,

but it's outweighed by the joy of children's voices.

That's Teddy and Trisha, my Ron's twins.

Are they coming home?

Oh. Oh, it's so hot.

I shall have to take this off.

Oh, what is it, Miss Dickerson?

I can't go on. The vibrations are wrong.

I shall have to ask you to leave, Mrs Caporal.

Next week, by all means, we'll continue.

You saw something bad for me, and you're afraid to tell me.

- Get out now. Take your coat with you. - Oh!

It's so beautiful.

Fantastic how it catches the light.

Can I have it back?

I should ring Geoffrey and see how he is.

He'll be fine.

The doctor said so.

Was it this that frightened him?

I thought it was me.

Probably reminded him of someone.

That's not much of a compliment.

Ooh.

Ah.

He's late.

He'll be here.

Go on. You can go. You've fussed enough.

I can't just leave you. Suppose he doesn't come?

He'll come. You heard what the doctor said.

"You've got to expect these things when you reach your age."

Go on with you. Don't fuss.

All right, then. Look after yourself.

Night!

Ah.

I'm glad you've come.

I'm glad you wanted me to.

What happened?

It was her.

Her?

As large as life.

Standing over there.

And the ring.

She who has no name.

How could it have happened? We'd have known.

That damn Fuchs would've needed us

even though he does believe he can do everything himself.

But it was her.

Well, don't you believe me?

Were you ready for this?

She is Margaret Fuchs.

His daughter.

What?

- It's impossible. - And in a few hours' time,

it will be her birthday.

I,

Tera,

Queen of Darkness,

Priestess of ancient Egypt,

have lived before.

My spirit has never rested through all these weary centuries.

My soul has wandered among the boundless stars,

while my mortal body waited.

Now, as the time draws nearer to the predestined hour,

I have guided these people towards my tomb.

Made them the guardians of my most sacred relics,

to protect with their lives

until they are reclaimed.

That will be soon!

Soon.

Soon.

Can you read it, Professor Fuchs?

"She is who is buried here shall henceforth have no name,

"shall cease to exist in the minds of man

"as she has ceased to exist in life."

Look!

Look!

We do have her name.

Tera.

Mrs Fuchs!

She's dead.

Doctor, quick!

Oh, my God! Look!

Shh.

Shh.

What is it, a nightmare?

I... I must get home.

But darling, it's 3:00 a. m.

I don't care, I've got to go!

- But now. - Yes, now!

Okay, okay. I'll take you.

What kind of danger?

I... I don't know what. I just feel that something's wrong.

Did you feel that?

Yes.

Something seemed to...

Dad!

Get out of the way. We'll have to break it in.

But I've never been down there. Nobody's allowed down there.

So we'll be the first.

Dad!

Dad!

Oh, Dad.

How did it happen?

There's no one else here.