The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb Page #4
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- 1964
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- Of course.
Ls it from the tomb?
No, of course not, John.
Do you think my father would take...
It can't be from the tomb.
Both the stone and the hieroglyphics are
at least 2,000 years older than that.
These are early old kingdom.
Really? How would you know that?
My interest in your work
is not entirely an amateur one,
but my studies were of an
earlier period than the Egyptian.
Here, see for yourself.
I'm sorry. I can't agree with that.
from the tomb.
Let me assure you, mr bray,
it is old kingdom.
Nobody could be as certain as you are,
mr beauchamp,
without extensive examination.
Then why don't you reserve judgement
until you have made an extensive examination?
Very well.
With your permission, Annette,
i will.
There's only one person I know who
has reference books for this period,
and that is sir giles.
I'd like him to see this now.
No, he won't be in bed yet.
If you'll both forgive me,
I'll start straight away.
Jessop will get you a hansom.
Well, my dear, another Brandy?
If money is to be the yardstick
by which the value of education
is to be assessed,
then I fear for the future.
Let's make the redoubtable mr king
headmaster at eton and be done with it.
Within six months he'd
turn the playing fields
into a miniature coney island,
with each boy a barker
on a percentage share of the profit.
Well, at least their arithmetic
would have to be good
if only to make sure
Now, let me see...
Whoever heard of an egyptologist
who wasn't allowed into Egypt?
There's no court of appeal, you know.
What page did you say?
That damned hashmi!
I didn't hear him tell
the authorities that it was king
who was reponsible
for removing the relics.
Yes, sir giles. What page?
Oh, sorry, um...
- Somewhere in the 300s, I think..
- Thank you.
What do you make of it?
Well, I'm not quite certain,
but I think it's...
Oh! You clumsy, drunken oaf!
I see I've now lost your respect, too.
You are undoubtedly better
left alone to your studies.
-L'm sorry, sir giles...
- Good night, John.
I wonder. Could it be?
This is not a joking matter, mr king.
I would have thought the sum of
120,000 English pounds
would have wiped the smile
even from your face.
It's chicken feed.
You seriously expect me
to pack up this whole
kit and caboodle and ship it back?
My government will gladly
accept the responsibility
of the transportation charges.
That's more chicken feed.
My show is advertised
clear across the United States.
Now, you don't want me
to disappoint all those
middle western people, do you?
You know what a circus means to them?
An outing for the whole family.
A day to remember.
It's obvious to me that you're
a very difficult man to deal with.
Who, me?
For the last time I beg of you
to accept my government's offer.
Then, the consequences of
the actions you contemplate
must rest upon your own head.
Well, then, let the
consequences commence!
Hiya, beautiful! How do I look?
You'll put ra to shame.
Gee, I'm sorry John
can't be here. How is he?
He's still at sir giles's. The doctor
wouldn't let him be moved.
A nice kid. Now, who'd
want to do a thing like that?
We won't know that until he can tell us.
And he hasn't fully regained
consciousness yet.
Well, let's hope it'll be soon.
- Beauchamp.
- King.
I see you have all the
important press here.
And their friends. They all show up
when they know it's free.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
i have a show to put on.
Hello. How are you?
How are you?
Distinguished guests, ladies
and gentlemen of the press.
This is an historic moment.
Today we will open the
3,000-year-old coffin
of ra-antef,
royal prince of Egypt.
But, first of all,
I want you to absorb
some of the atmosphere,
much as it must have been
to those intrepid explorers
led my my great and good friend,
sir giles dalrymple,
your premier archaeologist.
Our story starts almost
18 months ago to this very day,
when he led the expedition,
including myself,
into the valley of kings.
from the Paris museum of egyptology,
who unfortunately lost his life at the
hands of the superstitious natives
only shortly before
our work was completed.
With him is John bray,
a brilliant young egyptologist
from Cambridge university.
The youngest and by far the prettiest
member of our team was Annette Dubois,
a breath of parisienne charm that did much
to help cool the hot winds of the desert.
In addition to being decorative,
she was an able personal assistant
to her father, the late professor.
expedition was, of course...
No! Not him!
Myself.
After a short period of relaxation
intensive searching and excavation,
until the discovery of
overlooked by both searchers and
plunderers for countless generations,
led us to believe that
we had found a royal burial tomb.
Final feverish excavations
allowed us, six clays later,
to be standing on the threshold.
Below us were the first great doors,
those massive portals to the past.
Anubis, the patron of embalming
and guardian of the tomb, stood before us.
As we entered, the dust of
lost centuries filled the air.
It was not a thin dust,
but a heavy dust,
feeling almost as though it contained
the textures and sounds
of a vanished civilisation.
It clung to our clothes
and cloyed in our nostrils,
as if in a last desperate
attempt to stop us proceeding.
And then, before us,
appeared the two statue
guardians to the inner tomb.
Here, modern man was confronted with
the relics of his ancient Egyptian brothers.
Among them were the wardrobe and
personal belongings of the royal prince,
statues of his gods, funeral furniture,
weapons, food.
In fact, everything he would need
to help and protect him
on his journey over
the dark waters of death,
and into eternity.
Bubastis stood watching over all,
his gaze undimmed.
Then, finally, before us stood the
magnificently ornate sarcophagus
bearing upon it the moulded likeness
of the body it contained therein.
And now, before the great,
historic moment,
I must take you into
my confidence and warn you.
There is a curse.
Which says that all persons present
at the opening of a pharaoh's coffin
and who gaze at the face
of the mummy therein,
shall die,
struck down by the
wrath of the Egyptian gods!
So...
Any of you of a nervous disposition,
who wish to leave now
may do so.
You have been warned!
Ladies and gentlemen,
for the very first time,
and before your very eyes,
I will cut the royal seal.
Alexander king is very proud
to present to you
the mummy
Great Scott!
I can only ask you again, mr king:
Who would want to steal a mummy?
Who knows? A competitor!
Somebody who wants to ruin me.
You have enemies, mr king?
Of course I've got enemies.
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