The Mummy's Curse

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Hey, you

with the naughty eye

When you pass us by

we just have to cry

Hey, you, yoo-hoo

When we see your smile

and the sweet profile

We dream all the while

of you

Hey, you

till we meet again

At the Place Madeleine

on the rue de Lorraine, we two

And if you care for me

and be my sweet chri

Yoo-hoo

I'd go for you

Hey, you

With the naughty eye

When you pass us by

we just have to cry

Hey, you

Yoo-hoo

When we see your smile

and that sweet profile

We dream all the while

of you

Hey, you

Till we meet again

At the Place Madeleine

on the rue de Lorraine, we two

And if you care for me

and be my sweet chri

Yoo-hoo-hoo-hoo

how I'd go for you

Tante Berthe,

you sing plenty fine.

Maybe someday pretty soon

you get tired being wife

to little guy like Ulysses

and you marry me, yes?

No!

Not much fun

being married to a man

twice as old as yourself.

That will fix you, Cajun Joe.

Maybe now

you keep your mouth shut.

Hey, your wife,

she's not changed mind yet.

But pretty soon I be rich man.

Mm. For small guy, I make

plenty more money than you.

Yeah, Tante Berthe,

she's making the money

with her singing.

You good only

for wash-a dish.

Say, you get to be a rich man

at working as foreman

in swamp clearing?

Yeah, when the job's finished

in the swamp clearing,

I take my money and

get me a good pair

of fishing ground in bayou.

The work in the swamp,

she is finished now.

What for you say that?

'Cause nobody is

so crazy to work there

and you know why.

No, Achilles,

you tell me why.

On the night when

the moon is so high

in the heaven,

the mummy

and his princess,

they walk.

Crazy, foolish!

Antoine!

Where he is, huh?

Maybe the mummy got him!

The loup-garous,

they don't want no more

diggin' in the swamp.

I go back, pick moss.

But I no work

in the swamp, never.

Me neither.

I no go to the place.

Achilles is right.

This place,

she's-a haunt.

Oh, waste up.

You listen to me, I know

better from all of you.

I been pearl fishin'

this place

for over 30 year.

Long ago, there was a mummy

like you say and he

take a girl in the swamp.

But that was 25 year pas'.

Can't you people get it

through your heads

that the government

is draining that swamp

for your benefit?

For the sanitation and health

of your families?

You know what I mean, Hill.

It's up to you to get

those men back to work.

Mr. Walsh!

We are the ones

that have to understand.

These men are convinced

that the swamps have

got a curse on 'em.

Don't give me any of that

childish business, Hill.

You're the foreman

around here.

Get those men back to work.

Ask him

where Antoine is.

Oui. You think it's

childish business.

Everybody knows the place,

she is haunted.

Antoine, he disappear

last night.

Maybe he went to

Tante Berthe's Cafe

and got drunk.

No, he no go to Tante Berthe.

He stay on the job.

Everybody know that

work on the swamp,

he catch hard luck

on his family

and children's children.

Too many people,

they go in the swamp,

they never come out.

That's nonsense

and all of you know it!

When you consider, Mr. Walsh,

the swamp hasn't changed

for hundreds of years, it's...

Then it's a good thing

we started doing something

to remedy matters.

I don't care how you

go about it but get those men

back on the job right away.

That's all.

I'm looking for

a Mr. Walsh.

That's me.

My name is Halsey.

Dr. James Halsey

from the Scripps Museum.

How are you?

This is my colleague

and associate,

Dr. Ilzor Zandab.

How do you do?

The Scripps Museum, eh?

Now, what can I do for you?

I have

a letter of introduction

that will explain.

Come in the office.

I don't get this at all.

'Sides, I happen

to be rather busy.

I merely wanted

to present our credentials

and ask your cooperation.

Cooperation?

What for?

Well, you're head of the

engineering project here.

We've been sent to recover

the mummies of Kharis

and the Princess Ananka,

believed to be buried

in these swamps.

Look, mister.

I've got trouble enough

with these people

and their superstitions.

What's more, I'm not gonna be

annoyed by college professors

gettin' in my way.

Diggin' for mummies!

If I promise not to

get in your way,

Mr. Walsh?

I'll advise you

not to.

Dr. Halsey, has not

permission been secured

by the Scripps Museum

to excavate and explore

these swamps?

Museum or no museum,

this work cannot be delayed.

Mr. Walsh,

you won't be delayed

in the slightest.

In fact,

we probably won't start

until after your

work is done.

And the swamp sections

are drained.

In that case,

Dr. Halsey's expedition

won't be in our way at all.

Now, you stay out of this!

Just because you're upset

is no reason to be

unfriendly to them.

Look, I've had enough

argument for one day!

You be sure and check on those

requisitions for more cable

and another derrick.

Good day, gentlemen.

I'll just be

a few minutes, Betty.

Thanks for helping us out.

But you shouldn't talk back

your boss like that.

You're liable

to get fired.

You mustn't mind Uncle Pat.

Oh, your uncle?

He isn't nearly as unpleasant

as he appears to be.

Say, what makes you so sure

that these mummies

are buried in this swamp?

Because many years ago,

the mummy carried off a girl.

Pursued by

the townspeople and

the sheriff's posse,

he made for the swamps

right in this locale.

And that, Mr. Walsh,

is a matter of record.

The newspaper files

of The Bayou Times

carried long descriptive

accounts of the event.

You expect me

to believe a story

as fantastic as that?

As a matter of fact,

the Egyptians themselves

doubt the legend of Kharis.

But nevertheless,

a small group in Egypt

did harbor the mummy

through the centuries.

And he's been traced

right here to this country.

In the dictum of the fathers

it is written:

"Truth will flourish

in fantasy,

"only to wither and die

in what you are pleased

to call reality."

Mm-hmm.

Yes, and speaking

of reality, Ilzor,

I think it's time

we started getting

organized.

Boss!

Something terrible

done happened.

What is it now, Goobie?

Antoine!

They just find him dead!

What?

At the edge of the pit

on the edge of the swamp.

These unnecessary

accidents!

Oh, no, sir,

he was killed!

What do you mean?

And the workmen,

they're getting

mighty scared, sir.

They're gonna quit.

Find Cajun Joe. He knows

how to handle these people.

Yes, sir.

He's probably at

Tante Berthe's Cafe.

Bring him in

as quick as you can.

Yes, sir.

Get Dr. Cooper.

Master Joe! Master Joe!

Master Walsh is

lookin' for you.

Why do he want me for?

"Find a lizard on the grave,

'tain't no charm

your life would save."

Hey, what are you

talking about, Goobie?

They just find Antoine

in the big pit

with a knife in his back.

Huh!

I don't know how it could've

happened with all these men

workin' around here.

How long has he

been dead,

Dr. Cooper?

I can't say definitely.

But I'd judge

at least 24 hours.

He must've been

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