Day of the Mummy

Dr. Behar.

Dr. Behar.

We're running out of light, so if we're going

to do this we should probably do it now.

Ready when you are.

We are now standing in front of what I'm almost certain

to be the tomb of the lost brother of King Siptah

who once ruled over the upper and lower Egyptian valley

more than 2,000 years ago.

Everyone, including my peers, believed his existence to be nothing more than a myth.

Well, we are now about to prove them wrong.

For what you are seeing behind me now

is the entrance to the tomb of what the ancient Hebrews called the Cursed King.

Just the mere mention of his name

was so utterly terrifying to the ancient Egyptians

that even the symbol for his name, the cat,

could not so much as be written or pronounced by anyone.

Now won't you please follow me, uh, Steven?

You see, Neferu, the son of Harcoptis

was in succession to be the king

when his younger brother Siptah

had him captured and mummified while still alive.

And right down these tunnels

is where he was buried.

And this is where we believe we will find him,

the king who cannot be named.

What was that, Steven?

What was that?

Jesus, what is that?

No. No! Jesus Christ!

I am a collector.

Treasures is what I seek.

I have possessed the most precious riches the world has ever known.

The rarest, the most magnificent.

But one has eluded me for all these years.

A precious jewel, shrouded in mystery,

wrought with danger.

It belonged to a cursed king, Neferu,

a pharaoh, who some say still haunts his final resting place,

seeking new victims.

A pharaoh who was buried alongside a most precious stone.

A jewel of immense worth

and incredible power.

They call it,

the Kodek stone.

Only one man

can get it for me.

And his name is, Jack Wells.

Hey, sexy.

Like the presents?

Carl?

What have you gone and joined the NSA?

- You do live an exciting life for an archeology professor.

I do what I can, Carl.

We're gonna be in the hot tub.

I suppose I have to thank you for this package.

Don't mention it.

It suits you.

My birthday is still a few months away,

so I suspect an ulterior motive

for this little surprise of yours.

Look closer.

That's right,

the camera's in the glasses.

So you can see all this?

I'm watching everything that you are.

You're new glasses are transmitting via a satellite uplink

to the comfort of my home.

You're eyes belong to me, Jack.

I'll be a son of a bitch.

And how the hell did you get your hands on these?

I called in a favor from a friend.

You must have some important friends,

this is not your standard over-the-counter technology.

I have my sources, like you have yours.

There's something else in the box.

What's this?

Something to make life easier.

I hope it's sanitary.

Stop fucking around, Jack, time is of essence.

You hear me?

Yeah, like you're living in my head.

Should keep us in contact at all times.

Okay, Santa, I got the gifts.

Now what do you want from me?

I believe you know, Jeremy Cooper.

Yep, he is the biggest asshole in the world of archeology.

Indeed, but the asshole is putting together a team

and I want you on it.

What makes you think, he'd want me to tag along?

He's not my biggest fan.

You're still the best Egyptologist he knows

and you can decipher hieroglyphics

like you were born speaking that gibberish.

Where he's going, he's gonna need someone like you.

Strike that, he's gonna need you.

Hmm. Where's he going?

His team is flying to Hijaza in three days.

Hijaza? What the hell are they doing there?

Neferu.

Neferu, the cursed king? Come on.

Carl, that's a myth.

Not anymore, according to Professor Behar.

He's very much real.

Behar? Hey, didn't he drop out of sight two months ago while he was in Egypt?

He did, but some Bedouins found his camera out in the middle of nowhere.

Egyptian officials got a hold of it.

The footage showed a tomb he uncovered in the desert near Hijaza.

Cooper wants to find it.

Now, Carl why do you care so much about a tomb?

I never figured you to be interested in anything other than money.

That I am.

You ever hear of the Kodek stone?

Yeah, the diamond.

Yes, the diamond.

Story goes that it was buried with the cursed king,

a very precious gift from his brother Siptah,

to keep, Neferu's soul from coming back.

Cursed kings had a bad habit of rising from the dead back then

and doing all sorts of bad stuff to the living.

So, you're after the Kodek stone.

What, you're too lazy to do your own dirty work?

I rather you get out there and break your neck, it's much easier.

Very altruistic Carl, as always.

You get me the stone and you and me will call it even.

Wipe the slate clean.

What if I tell you to go fuck yourself?

Well...

Then the Egyptian authorities will receive a file

proving that the Howard Carter artifacts

aren't as genuine as they think.

And the details of your involvement in their replacement.

Guess I better go grab my toothbrush, Carl.

I'm not that surprised the Behar was searching the cursed earth.

He always insisted that Neferu's tomb had to be out here somewhere.

It would have been a great insult to his brother.

And it would have prevented his soul from crossing over to the afterlife.

What do you think, Dr. Wells, are we looking in the right place?

Dr. Wells?

What was the question?

We were wondering, if you think we're looking in the right place.

The Bedouins claim they found Behar's camera out there

chances are he was with it.

Well, they could have stolen it

stumbled across Behar and his assistant, killed them and raided their equipment.

Keep your mind on the job, Jack,

you're not there to add another notch to your bedpost.

They only had the camera with them.

Behar would have had thousands of dollars of equipment with him.

Isn't that right, Dr. Cooper?

He had access to the latest equipment,

geo-physical, thermo and access to full GPS systems.

No self-respecting university would have signed off on the search.

Yet, we've all seen the footage

and we're all here following in his footsteps.

Someone at Brown's might have signed the check.

I may not agree with many, if any, of Behar's theories,

but he had clearly found a tomb.

We owe it to him to prove that he was right or not.

Talking like he's already dead.

Well, there's been no contact with him for over three months.

If he's not dead, he's as good as.

And nobody's concerned why?

Well, that's why you brought me along.

What do you do, Kate?

I work for a private security firm.

Oh, let me stop you before you make a fool of yourself

by making some crass chauvinistic remark, Dr. Wells.

I know I'm a woman.

And why are you here, Dr. Wells?

What use do we have of your talents?

Dr. Wells is an Egyptologist.

One of the best.

He specializes in regional dialects.

Oh, I've heard differently.

If you're talking about the little scrape I had

with the Egyptian authorities last year,

regarding the tomb of Kaumudi's artifacts.

And I can absolutely guarantee you, it was just a miscommunication.

There's no need to explain yourself to me, Dr. Wells.

Sounds like your reputation precedes you.

Sounds like your reputation precedes you.

What about the Kodek stone? Do you believe that's real?

Kodek stone is a myth.

Behar believed it was real. Based his entire career on it.

Yeah, look where it got him.

Anyone who believes the Kodek stone is real is a fool.

- You talking to me? - Anyone.

- What do they want? - It'll be nothing.

Probably want to see our papers.

And if they're a problem, I'm sure they can be persuaded.

Papers, please.

- Don't... - What?

Cause any trouble.

Leave that to me.

They want to see all of our papers.

Passport. Passport. Where's my passport?

- Calm down, bookworm. - What?

And try to breathe every once in a while.

Passport, Dr. Wells.