The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb

What time is it now, John?

It is exactly ten minutes since the last time you asked, darling.

I'm sorry, but it's not like father to be so late at the diggings.

These old tombs give me the shivers.

Well, perhaps he's found something of special interest.

Yes, that canopic jar. He said he'd assemble it.

Darling, I meant something of real interest.

Like a beautiful desert maiden.

The only maiden my father would be likely to meet

would be mummified, and at least 3,000 years old.

Yes, well I suppose that would be too old even for your father.

- That's better. Can I get you another drink? - Please.

- Unless you are trying to get me drunk. - What?

No, not tonight. But I will once we get back to Paris.

When we get back to Paris, I will let you.

Do you promise that?

Annette, my dear.

Oh, mon dieu!

No, John. Leave her.

He did that deliberately.

I am sure you're wrong.

It is not our way to be disrespectful to the dead.

I know all about your ways.

Stealing our stores, inciting our labour force to desert us.

Oh yes, you were grateful at first. Until we found the tomb of ra-antef.

Then you took one look inside, and decided you wanted it for yourselves.

Now you're trying to frighten us away from here, aren't you?

How dare you speak such accusations?!

My government and I have given every possible cooperation.

- You've given us no... - Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

This is no way to hallow the memory of professor Dubois.

We'll strike camp tomorrow. We're returning to Cairo.

- What's that, sir giles? - But your work is not finished here yet.

For the safety of the treasures and ourselves

we'll complete our tabulations at headquarters.

It seems that your tactics have worked after all, hashmi.

Now, we fold our tents and run away!

You cannot run away from the curse of the mummy's tomb!

We're all doomed to die for this act of desecration!

You're a fool, hashmi!

If you believe that you can pull the wool over my eyes with these old legends...

It is not wool that has obscured your eyes, mr bray, but a lack of vision!

The tomb holds no curses, hashmi.

Only the bones and belongings of an ancient prince!

Good can come of this discovery, but not evil!

Annette, what is it?

Hussein, lower him down.

Hussein, you are too quick. You are your mother's son.

- All clear your end, John? - Yes, all clear here, sir.

Gently, now. Gently.

Gently. That's it!

- Well done, Ahmed. - Good.

Well, that's the last. I never thought we'd do it in a week.

Everything recorded and accounted for.

Annette, put these somewhere safe, would you please?

- Well, sir giles, you look five years younger. - I feel it.

We've made archaeological history.

We can present to the museum the finest mummified specimen ever known.

And treasures from the tomb far beyond our wildest expectations.

It's a moment of triumph. For you, for me, for all mankind.

Come in, hashmi! We were just going to celebrate.

Your government must be very pleased with you.

Perhaps they'll pay for the champagne.

Gentlemen, before you get too full of high spirits, you have a visitor.

- Your benefactor, mr Alexander king. - Mr king? What, here?

This is a surprise - but only fitting that he should be here to join us.

He's in the office.

- Here you are, John. - Thank you.

If you'd only learn to play chess, we could make a fortune.

Mr king, this is a pleasant surprise.

Giles, baby! Good to see you!

Hashmi. Hold this a minute, will you? Thank you.

Got a little present here for you. Brought it from constantinople.

Turkish candy. Go on, try a bit.

You, too, old inscrutable. You too, go ahead.

Take a piece. I want your opinion.

That's enough of that. No, no, no.

- Well, what do you think? -Lt's, er... delightful.

That's it! Delightful. De-light-ful.

Full of delight! We'll call it turkish delight!

Well, how are things going?

Well, mr king, as you are the financial backer of our expedition,

I am very happy to tell you that hashmi bey

has obtained a handsome offer from the Cairo museum.

How handsome is handsome?

For the complete contents of the tomb of ra,

£70,000!

£70,000?!

£70,000! Did you hear that? You must be out of your mind.

No, I'm going to roadshow this mummy throughout the world.

- That way we'll make £700,000! - You can't, sir.

What do you mean can't? Don't tell me I can't!

Oh, you kids stick with me! You'll see some real money!

But this is unheard of.

Relics of this importance and value cannot be treated as a sideshow!

It's blatant sacrilege.

Oh! Nothing sacrilegious about making money.

If this is your serious intention, and not some form of humour

then I shall be forced to discuss the matter with my superiors.

Good. You go right ahead and do that little thing, buddy boy.

Sir giles, I trust that your integrity and good taste will finally prevail in this matter.

Then there are certain steps I must take. So, if you would excuse me, sir.

Bye!

They're all alike. Always getting in a stew over something.

Well, let him check!

He'll find out there isn't a cotton pickin' thing he can do about it.

Now then, let's get down to details. Oh, this is for you.

- We open in London on the third of march. - You really are serious?

Well, sir giles, like I said, we've got to go where the money is.

- But this! - You remember when they opened the tomb?

I was standing right beside you.

I was as excited as a kid with a double sarsaparilla.

You told me we'd made a great discovery. For the good of all mankind.

Well, who's in a better position to do that good, you or me?

You'll put it in some stuffy museum in a one camel town

where nobody will see it except a few tourists on a wet afternoon.

I can show it to the world.

If people want to be educated, I'll educate them.

At ten cents a time.

Mr king, if you persist in this childish exhibitionism,

I shall have no alternative but to withdraw

from any further responsibility in this matter!

Now then, who's being childish?

Well, hello there. Still having fun, I see.

- Hello, mr king. - Good to see you again.

Glad to hear you say that. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on.

What do you mean? The job's nearly finished.

There's been a slight change in plan. We're all going on to London.

- What? - With you in charge.

Hey, wait a minute. Sir giles is in charge.

He's leaving the buggy ride here.

- I don't follow. -Lt's true, John. I've resigned.

And in the interests of the expedition, i suggest you accept mr king's offer.

Yes, but what's happened?

I think it's better if mr king explains it to you.

Okay. Have dinner with me tonight. I'll fill you in.

I know a place where we can sample all the local delicacies.

That's what I like to see: People enjoying themselves.

Oh, we're going to get along fine.

You have made up your mind to stick with me on this, haven't you?

Yes, I think so, mr king.

And I am very glad,

but it is a pity that sir giles couldn't see your point of view.

He's living in the past. This is 1900. You have to think modern.

What do you two kids plan for the future?

Well, I hope a long life, and a happy one. Together.

You're not worried about the curse of the pharaohs, eh?

So, you know about that, do you?

Know about it? I wish I'd invented it.

"Anybody that opens the pharaoh's tomb is doomed to die horribly."

There's thousands of dollars' worth of free publicity in that.

And don't think I'm not going to ballyhoo it in my campaign.

Well, as my friend Phineas t. Barnum said: "There's one born every minute."

And they'll love this. The public love to live dangerously.

As long as there's no real danger in it.

Say, maybe ten cents isn't enough.

Effendi, I bring urgent message from your master.

He says you must come quickly!

- You bring a message from whom? - From sir gilly!

- Gilly! - Oh, he means sir giles!

Then we must go. It must be important.

Well now, wait a minute. I'm going with you.

If you ever learn to do that to ragtime, give me a call. We'll make a fortune.

Thank heaven, nothing appears to have been broken.

They were obviously searching for something, but what?

If we could answer that question, we'd know who they were.

They have not taken gold or jewels that most men would covet.

- What's happened, sir giles? - The place has been ransacked.

- Anything stolen? - No, nothing as far as we can see.

- Inspector, sir. - Yes?

I have found something over there.

I suggest, miss, that you stay here.

John! Come here!

- What is it, darling? - Your lists have gone.

Blast! And there were no copies!

Three months' work wasted. But why?

What possible use could they be to anyone else?

If one wanted to know the complete contents of the tomb,

your lists are the quickest way.

Then that means we are not the only people interested in the treasures of ra.

I remember a night just like this when we were on our way to Egypt.

Yes, I remember it too, darling.

Do you realise that was almost a year ago?

- That was a happy voyage. - Yes, it was.

- But this one... - What do you mean?

I don't quite know, John.

But somehow, whenever I'm in proximity to the mummy...

Oh, you needn't worry about it.

It's safely locked up in the hold,

clearly labelled: "Not wanted on voyage."

You know, the only real physical danger you may be in

is not from the mummy.

But... from... me!

- Don't, John. Please. -L'm sorry.

I'm not just being silly. There is something. I feel it.

But I just can't explain it.

I'm afraid it wasn't a very good joke, was it? Will you forgive me?

- Good night, sir giles. - Good evening, my dear.

You look very beautiful.

Good night.