The Mummy's Ghost Page #2

right outside Norman's house

early this morning.

It's only logical

that they'd suspect...

What's logical about it?

What does it

look like, Coroner?

Strangulation.

There are traces

of a foreign substance

on the throat.

That's mold.

The mummy.

I begged Matthew to

come to bed last night.

I begged him,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

He kept talking about keys

and leaves and moonlight,

and now he's dead.

He's dead.

Well,

how do you feel now?

I'm all right.

Good.

Now you can tell us

what you were doing

outside this house

last night.

No, I can't. I don't know.

Do you usually go walking

on the campus in

your nightgown?

I tell you, I don't know

how I got there

last night or why.

Well,

something happened here

to make you faint.

What was it?

I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know!

Now look, Miss Mansouri,

I don't want to get tough,

but a man was

murdered here last night.

I'm not saying you had

anything to do with it,

but you are in

a pretty hot spot.

And a lapse of

memory won't help you

out of it, so you'd better...

Where do you think

you're going?

I want to see the sheriff.

Let him in, Joe.

Don't worry, honey.

Everything's all right.

She had nothing to

do with this, Sheriff.

You can prove this,

of course?

Certainly.

She was with me last night.

For how long?

Well,

we went to the show and...

What time did you

leave her?

It was somewhere

around 11:
00, but...

The murder took place

after midnight.

That puts us right

back where we were

before you came

barging in here.

What did you do

after this young man

left you last night?

Can you remember that?

Oh, yes. I...

I went to bed

almost immediately

after Tom brought me home.

I fell asleep right away too.

And then, the next thing, I...

The watchman found me.

You'd better go home.

But don't leave Mapleton

until I tell you.

You understand?

Yes. Thank you.

Come on, Amina.

I'll take you home.

What's the matter, Tom?

Nothing, dear.

Everything's

going to be all right.

What did you draw, Ben?

Watcher,

top of the court house,

9:
30 to 12:00.

Well, I reckon

you've got to do it.

We've all got to do

what we can, Mrs. Evans.

I'm patrolling High Street

from Sixth to Fourteenth.

Well...

All of the money in the world

wouldn't get me out tonight.

I remember the last

time this happened.

It was pretty horrible.

Almighty gods of Egypt,

extend your shielding arm

to me, your servant.

Protect me in this strange

and foreign land.

Help me to dispatch

with speed and glory

the mission I have

undertaken in your name.

Bring Kharis to me.

Wherever he is,

guide his steps

into these hills

where I await him.

Make him to know

that I prepare again for him

the cup of life,

the sacred fluid

of the tana leaves.

Tom, don't tell me

you've run out of gas.

No, I just wanted to

stop and look at you.

You know,

I haven't heard you laugh

like that for weeks.

Well, yes,

I was laughing, wasn't I?

I didn't realize it myself.

Oh, it's wonderful.

I can laugh again.

And that's the way

it's going to be from now on.

No more of this nonsense

of hearing voices

out of the blue

and going

from chills to fever

in the same day.

Right?

Right.

That makes it unanimous.

Now what?

I don't know.

I felt cold suddenly.

Is that better?

What makes him

act like that?

Oh, he heard

another dog bark,

so he thinks

he has to bark too.

Just showing off,

that's all.

I wonder.

I love you, darling.

I love you too, Tommy.

Then let me

hear you laugh again.

What's the matter?

That... That shadow.

It's nothing.

Just your imagination.

Come on now. Relax.

Sorry if I scared you folks.

I was just

taking a shortcut home

through the field there,

and I tripped over a stump.

Thought I never

would quit rolling.

That's too bad.

But you're on

level ground now,

so don't let us detain you.

Sure. Sure.

Well, good night to you.

Good night.

Now, you see?

You even had me

going there for a minute.

Take me home, Tom.

But you saw for yourself.

I know, but... Please.

All right, darling.

King! King!

What's the matter, boy?

Is that you, Ben?

Yeah, it's me.

It's about time too.

Old King's been

carrying on like crazy.

I hear him.

Go back to bed, Martha.

All right, boy, all right.

All right, take it easy.

Ben!

Ben!

Ben!

It was no thief

killed Ben, Mrs. Evans.

And nothing human

tore through that wall.

Sheriff.

Look at this.

If the mummy didn't

make those prints,

I'll eat them.

We'll get the rest of the men

and comb this country

inch by inch.

If you spot the mummy,

don't try to mix with him.

Just keep him in sight

until more help arrives.

Mighty Amon-Ra,

I thank thee for

guiding Kharis to me,

and for delivering us

from the hands of those

who would destroy us.

Grant me

the wisdom and the skill

to complete our mission,

and to return

the Princess Ananka

to the tombs of Arkam.

Almighty Amon-Ra,

thy will only is omnipotent.

Come, Kharis.

And that is the history

of the Princess Ananka,

the story of a disastrous love

which started more than

3,000 years ago,

and has endured

through the centuries

to bring tragedy and death

into the lives of everyone

connected with

the opening of her tomb.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

if you'll follow me

into the next room,

I'll tell you all

about the exhibit

which dates back

to the 13th dynasty.

Almighty gods of Egypt,

forgive us,

the Priests of Arkam,

powerless now to

prevent the gaze

of these heretics

resting upon her.

May the reclamation

of her body absolve us

from any laxity that

may have been ours.

(ON RADIO)

This is The Hour of Death.

The forces of evil

stand at the threshold.

A man shall die tonight

in this, the murder...

Did you ever meet a killer,

my friends?

You will tonight.

A killer is at large tonight,

my friends.

He enters

the darkened study of Dr. X,

the mad doctor

of Market Street.

In the darkened

shadows of the room,

the doctor waits.

There's a scuffle,

screams, gunshots, crash.

Amon-Ra,

Isis, Osiris, help me.

Kharis.

The hour of fulfillment

is at hand.

Behold her,

Ananka, the princess

of your forbidden love.

The gods have been kind.

Beneath the sheltering wings

of their protection,

we have come to

the end of our quest.

Kharis, the tombs of Arkam

are waiting to claim

their own.

Amon-Ra, almighty god,

thy wrath is far-reaching.

By thy will,

her soul has

entered another form.

Kharis, stop!

The gods have chosen

to make our task

more difficult.

So be it.

In whatever form Ananka's soul

has found refuge,

it shall not escape us.

Our mission will be fulfilled.

Get away from that case.

I am a Priest of Arkam.

I fear only

the great wrath of Amon-Ra,

not the little angers

of an infidel.

I'm warning you.

Come, Kharis.

I...

I don't know what happened.

I thought there was

someone here in the room.

I could feel his hands

touching me.

You must have been

having a nightmare, dear.

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