The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb Page #3

- Yes, sir.

- Well, start measuring right away!

- Yes, mr king!

May I have your attention

one moment, mr king?

- Are the footlights ready?

- Yes, mr king.

- Well then, turn them on right away!

- Right away, mr king.

Well caught, sir!

I say, it's a beautiful thing, isn't it?

Would somebody please

get me John bray? Right away!

- Where is the man with the material?!

- Would you like something heavier?

Here lads! Come on! Come on!

I was just thinking.

Has he gone?

Bert! Bert!

Blimey, Fred, looks just like my wife.

I bet you wish it did.

Except you'd have to get her a

dog licence to take her on the street.

Put it back. It smells funny.

These panels from the

doors to the gilded shrine

depict the major happenings

in the life of ra.

Detail and workmanship was superb.

Mr bray! Mr king wants you.

- I suppose he wants me right away.

- Yes, sir!

Here.

A whole lifetime contained

in a few pictures.

It's probably more than

will be left of our lives.

This one shows rameses viii being

presented with his twin sons.

Ra, the elder, and be.

They grew into two very different persons,

both physically and mentally.

Ra became a thinker,

a searcher for truth

and the secret of eternal life.

But be, he was a sensualist,

who spent his time only seeking

pleasures for his body.

- That is the legend?

- Yes.

But substantiated in writings, drawings

and tales handed down through the ages,

which make it fact.

Then please go on. I'd like to

hear the rest of the facts.

Be was jealous of his elder

brother's position and popularity,

and suspicious of his

profound thinking and deep wisdom.

And he continually conspired

to have ra branded as a witch.

So successful was he,

that the aging rameses,

in an effort to avoid civil war,

was forced to accept

the will of the people

and to banish his favourite son.

After months of wandering,

ra and his small band

of faithful followers

were befriended by an

ancient nomadic people.

Deep in the remote part

of the Sahara.

As time passed,

the tribe of nomads became so

impressed with ra's dignity and learning,

that they asked him to become

their king, and rule over them.

At his coronation, they

presented him with a small medallion,

on which had been inscribed

the sacred words of life,

used only in the rare ceremony

of reviving the dead,

a secret which had been

in their possession for centuries.

Ra then made plans

to return to his homeland,

so that he could set right

the wrongs which had been done to him.

In preparation, ra prayed to bubastis,

the most powerful of all his gods,

for spiritual guidance

on how to use the secret

of the words of life wisely,

and for the physical strength

to carry out his mission.

But be, hearing of his brother's plans,

sent assassins into the desert

to find and kill ra.

They attacked without warning,

and, showing no mercy,

killed nomads and priests alike.

As ra lay dying,

they cut off his left hand, on which

he wore his rings of birth.

They took it back to be, as proof

that their foul work was done.

They missed the medallion.

What did you say, Adam?

I'm sorry. I was just commenting

that the assassins missed the medallion.

What happened to it, do you think?

It was almost certainly buried

with him in his tomb in the desert.

Was it found amongst

the treasures of the tomb?

But...

- Well, was it?!

- No. But perhaps...

So your facts are

no more than legend, after all.

Adam!

We've got the mummiform

coffin in position now.

Would you care to see it?

Adam, John said would you

like to see the mummy?

- Yes, I would very much.

- Come along, then.

Come on, boys. He wants us to

try it once again in there. Come on.

These Americans, they're impossible.

But never mind, get to it.

That's right.

Now, mr king,

i must have your final decision:

Velour, lace, or chenille?

Mosquito netting.

Aha! There you are!

Come on in! Take a look!

Yeah? What do you think?

I am very impressed.

- And will you open the coffin?

- Sure! Want to see what happens?

- Blimey, Fred, what's happening?

- They're opening that coffin.

- Well, they can do it without me!

- Without me, too!

He's worth ten cents

of anybody's money.

- Mr king, you are an incredible man.

- Well...

Some of us have got it. And the others

ride home in a horse cart.

Jenny? What are you doing?

The young lady mislaid her handkerchief

and I thought she might want it.

Well, you run along to bed now, Jenny.

Mr beauchamp has given instructions

that he's not to be disturbed.

Let's hope the other gentleman doesn't

come back and disturb him.

That's enough of that!

You run along.

...and then, when my mother died...

...my father went to Paris to lecture

at the museum of egyptology.

It was 6 years before I saw him again.

Why didn't he take you with him?

- I was a great disappointment to him.

- Why was that?

- He always wanted a son.

- What a very foolish man.

Yes, but it did work out well.

In order to get his love I studied

twice as hard as any son would have.

I read everything he wrote, and

anything else I could lay my hands on.

So that by the time I went to Paris,

i could converse with him on his own level.

- He was surprised?

- He was delighted,

and insisted ljoin him as his assistant.

- So the story has a happy ending.

- Yes.

Until that night in the desert.

Well, all that's behind you now.

Here's to the future.

Excellent Brandy.

The perfect blend of

just the right ingredients.

Like beauty and intelligence in a woman.

But it often disturbs me

when women use their intelligence

only for academic pursuits.

What would you have us do?

Sit at home with our embroidery?

No, my dear. You've

missed the point entirely.

Intelligence can be as gainfully employed

in the home as in the academy.

You surprise me, Adam.

You are the first man I've met

who really understands what

a home could mean to a woman.

Doesn't John?

No, not completely.

He is prepared to marry me and

allow me to continue with my career.

But if only he felt as you do.

But you will marry him?

I'm not sure, yet.

Then I implore you to be

certain before you decide.

A wasted life is tragedy enough,

but for you to throw away

yours on compromise

would be doubly tragic.

You are very considerate, Adam.

And you are very beautiful, Annette.

Yes, sir.

They're both in the sitting room, sir.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I'm afraid mr king's new world charm

is beginning to wear thin.

If he continues to work me

as hard as he's doing now...

I, er... shall soon be as moribund

as the mummy.

Are you very tired? Would you

like to eat in your rooms?

Thank you, I have eaten.

However, I wouldn't say no

to a drink if offered one.

- Forgive me. Brandy?

- Yes, if it's not too much trouble.

Annette, what's that?

I don't believe I've seen that before.

-It's just a medallion.

- Just a medallion?

Did he give it to you?

No, my father did.

The day he died.

- May I see that?

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