The Mummy

Ara!

An immortality machine, the mummified remains

of kings and nobles,

bound souls crossing the Underworld.

Each night, an abyss.

Oblivion.

Each morning, a rebirth, resurrection.

I heard you rattling around last night.

You can't sleep?

Come by the office later, have lunch with me.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

I have a big morning, but I'd enjoy that.

I wanted to ask you, is, um...

was Isobel sleepwalking last night again?

No.

She was sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

It's stress.

She's stressed out.

She's fine.

How can you tell?

How would you know?

I can tell. Can't you?

No!

I mean, lately, it just...

I don't know.

I'm finding another doctor, though.

That guy doesn't know what he's talking about.

Sweetheart, it's just a phase.

She'll grow out of it.

We said we'd come down here, fix this place up.

It was never meant to be permanent.

She wasn't sleepwalking around the house in Chicago, Robert.

It's a sign.

We're done here.

We are.

Cleo, music.

Hey.

How you doing?

Oh, my God, did you do this?

Is this you?

Oh, I know. I sent Rita, I forgot.

Okay, no more. I'll just do it.

Great. I love that.

Hey.e you can't be bothered.

Oceans full of plastic, landfills full of plastic.

I made a mistake.

Is this necessary?

Cleo! Off, please!

You don't have to yell at Cleo.

Honey, Cleo is a robot.

She doesn't have feelings.

Cleo, are you a robot?

I am not a robot.

Oh, shut up.

I was just telling Iz how I found her downstairs last night.

Are you feeling a little worried about anything or stressed out?

No. Why?

Was I doing something weird?

Was it bad?

No, no, darling.

I'm finding a new doctor.

Why?

Because, honey, you are -

No, I just had a creepy dream.

I slept fine, I feel fine.

Maria's here.

Have a good day.

Why don't you sit down and have some breakfast?

I gotta go.

Robert?

Robert!

Robert!

Oh, my dear!

Hello!

Come here!

Years ago, an Englishman who had excavated Egyptian tombs

stole a cache of plundered relics

and fled to Mexico City.

He built a home, a life, a family,

trading treasures on the black market,

a soldier, an adventurer, a thief: my great grandfather.

See, I grew up in a family that actually excavated tombs.

And the Egyptians believed

if their name was on the lips of someone living,

then they were living.

Human beings actually carry

the experiences of their ancestors in their DNA.

Maybe we're all haunted.

He roamed the house at night.

She was always sleepwalking.

She said she had the same dreams over and over again.

I think he was shellshocked from the war.

Mother's gone somewhere.

She'll sleep better at night.

Robert? Robert, you've been sleepwalking again.

It's just a phase. She'll grow out of it.

She wasn't sleepwalking around the house

in Chicago, Robert.

It's a sign.

Robert Corwin.

Good morning, Mr. Corwin.

My name is Derek Mendoza.

I understand you're involved in authenticating a cache

of artifacts and correspondence

recently auctioned off in London.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the material.

I'm looking for a specific figurine I'd hoped to find

in that collection, but did not.

I believe the item we're looking for is being held privately.

I represent a significant collector.

Might I come by and discuss it with you?

Are you the man who was outside my house

on the street this morning?

My client is prominent, Mr. Corwin, and quite wealthy.

It will be worth your time.

I'll see you within the hour.

Thank you for meeting us

on such short notice, Mr. Corwin.

My client, Charlotte Grove.

Hello.

Welcome.

We appreciate your discretion.

I read about Paul.

I'm sorry.

How is he?

He's being held in this world by machines.

Doing as poorly as a man can be and still be alive.

Your home is lovely.

Thank you.

Ah.re still updating it.

I've seen this in books.

The negatives are in the British Museum.

Those are original prints, and on the left,

that's Arthur Corwin, the notorious great grandfather.

Where was the family before all this?

Oh, pig farmers in the English Midlands.

That's how he escaped into the military,

and then into Egypt,

and then here.

The Butcher of Kabul.

Subjugator of India.

The Queen's man in Egypt.

Would you like some tea, coffee?

Tequila?

No, thank you.

I would love to see...

Is this all?

Most of it.

The significant pieces went back to Cairo

or the British Museum when my father was alive.

I'm trying to locate several pieces we've traced

to the 1921 excavation at Abydos,

led by your great grandfather.

His patron's estate was liquidated.

The Earl's family came to believe that several items

brought to England from Egypt were cursed.

One of the Aberdos's tombs manifests describes

a female figure. Blue faience, distinctive.

These pieces were found all over the desert.

Not like this.

Engravings at the site indicate a retainer sacrifice.

A king's concubine, predynastic,

performed by a priest using powerful Heka magic.

The last of the Earl's letter accuse your great grandfather

of drunkenly taking the piece back at gunpoint in 1926.

I'm not surprised.

Then Arthur Corwin vanishes from England

with crates of plundered loot.

The piece came here.

I believe it remains here, or you know where it is.

Well, I'm sorry, I don't.

You're lying. Please, stop.

You do understand that the lore about spells and curses

was invented to create a market for antiquities.

The first Egyptian relics were on display at Vaudevilles.

There's no magic, no Heka,

no Wicca, no Norse.

You sure?

Show me. I'll change my mind.

In the books of Enoch, angels sent down by God

had the power to raise life from inert matter,

rearrange elements using words,

not representative of reality, but that are reality.

This gift exists in creation and antediluvian myth worldwide.

I believe the Heka in the tomb

your great grandfather blundered into,

to be the last documented mention of this lost language.

I believe the life force felt by those

who held this artifact to be evidence

of this old deep magic interred within.

I believe this gift has traveled time and space to meet us.

We will find it and use it to bring my husband back.

If you've been tracking this piece,

then you'd know that in those days,

people gave treasures away as gifts,

used them as collateral,

bought and sold them on the black markets.

It could be in Oslo, Singapore, Buenos Aires.

And some things, time just takes.

My husband is a great man.