Day of the Mummy Page #2

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.

I trust everything is in order.

On your way, be careful.

People have been known to go missing.

Although it would be very bad for such

a pretty lady never to be seen again.

What's got you looking so worried?

I always look worried.

Probably because I'm always worried.

You shouldn't be. I might not like

Cooper, but he knows what he's doing.

You've seen Behar's footage, right?

Yeah.

- I think he was onto something.

- Yeah.

Just got me so worried.

Let's get back on the road.

Everyone out.

Ladies first.

Never claimed I was a lady,

but I appreciate the offer.

Eyes on the prize, Jack, not the ass.

Look like a prize to

me. Who's the Egyptian?

He's your guide, Rashid Hassan

and he comes highly recommended,

so try not to insult him.

Do my best.

He was a leading figure with the

rebels who overthrew Hosni Mubarak.

What's he doing here in

the ass end of nowhere?

Some of his views were

considered by many as extreme.

Let's say he just

needed a change of air.

Can we trust him?

I don't know about that, but he knows this

cursed earth better than any man alive.

I'd like you in the lead with Hassan.

I think I'll join in.

Jack Wells, Egyptologist.

Hassan.

Dr. Behar was very passionate man.

What he didn't know about Siptah,

Neferu wasn't worth knowing.

You knew him well, then?

Yes, ever since I was young boy.

My father was his

guide, and I took over.

So, you took him into the cursed earth?

Yes, many time.

He was constantly

searching for the tomb.

And when he went missing?

On that instance, the good

doctor ventured out alone.

He didn't want anyone

to know his location.

With age he grew paranoid.

He believed everyone was out

to steal the find from him.

Take the glory.

What do you think

happened to him, Hassan?

The cursed earth is not the

safest place for a man to walk.

He could have easily been

turned around in a sand storm,

died of exposure.

You believe that?

Sand is very hungry, Dr. Wells.

If you don't tread carefully,

it will bite.

Welcome to the cursed earth, Jack.

I can think of places, I'd rather be.

We all could.

Maybe when we're done here.

Is that a come on, Dr. Wells?

Jack, call me Jack.

I hate all that "Doctor" bullshit.

Okay, Jack.

Maybe when we're done.

I don't believe this.

Come,

once you've unpacked and set

up camp I've arranged for food.

And then we sleep.

We have much traveling to do tomorrow.

What the hell's going on, Jack?

We're about to find out.

Seems like Hassan hasn't

been greasing the right palms.

It's just what we need.

Put the gun down, you all, now.

Let go of me!

Your man touched me first!

What seems to be the problem here?

This is a restricted

area, you must not be here.

I can assure I've been granted

full access to this area

for myself and my team.

You show me.

It's time for you to take over.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Exactly what I tell you, now get

over there and sound authoritative.

These are not valid. That's

impossible, check them again.

I'll deal with this.

Not valid. You must go.

Who are you?

- Who I am is of no concern...

Who I am is of no concern,

- ... who I know is.

- Who I know is.

And who do you know?

- Naseem Abubakar.

- Naseem Abubakar.

I see you know the name.

Well, if you continue to

f*** with me and my colleagues

Naseem will f*** with you, understand?

Don't, don't push it, Jack.

On your way, but you may

regret the decision later.

From here, we will

have to travel by foot.

Why can't we just take the cars?

Look for yourself.

Beyond the horizon

lies a cursed earth.

The cursed earth.

Yes, Dr. Wells.

Behar's last GPS signal puts him within

a day's travel of you current location.

You're quite sure this is

where Dr. Behar was heading?

This is what he told me, yes.

What made him think, he'd

find Neferu's tomb out here?

He did not say.

But he knew,

you could see it in his eyes.

You okay there, Marty?

Oh, I'm fine,

this body was built

for the great outdoors.

I don't get you, Jack Wells.

What's there to get?

- I read about you.

- And?

Definitely makes for

an interesting read.

You studied at Harvard,

you graduated the top of your class,

and then you stepped straight into a job

at the Archeological

Institute of America...

Oh, God!

Thanks.

Then you spent six years in Egypt,

mostly working in Abu Rawash

and that's when things

got a little shady.

It seems you were accused of

falsifying King Tafari's seal?

Accused, never convicted.

Is there a difference?

About eight to 15.

Well, from what I've seen so far,

you don't seem like that guy at all.

Maybe I'll surprise you.

Maybe.

- I want you to look

at something. What?

- Something you've missed.

- Where?

- Over to the left. Okay,

what am I looking at?

You don't see it, do you?

The rock formation.

Look at the shape of

that rock formation,

they're the same as the

one on Behar's video.

We're close, so close I can taste it.

The history books are vague.

Most stating that Neferu was

the worst of the two brothers.

But there are many writings that purport

to Siptah having been far more nasty.

The writings are true.

Both brothers were corrupt.

But, no brother could do

what Siptah did to Neferu without

having evil in their veins.

If what I've read about Neferu is true

he deserved what he got.

His army rode through Egypt,

slaughtering everyone in its path.

Power corrupts, my friend.

And the brothers held more power in

their hands than any man should ever hold.

But Siptah, wasn't

satisfied with sharing,

he wanted it all to himself.

So, he had his brother killed.

That's not uncommon for the time though.

Many pharaohs acquired

their power through murder.

There is murder

and there is torture.

Siptah ordered that Neferu

be nailed to the ground

and his chest be cut open

while he was still breathing

and then had salt poured

onto his still beating heart.

He was screaming for mercy,

as they cut away his nose with a chisel

and forced a barbed hook all

the way up into his skull.

Lady here needs a drink.

Cooper.

- We're getting close, Jack.

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