The Mummy

Wait!

- Just look at this.

- What is it?

We found it 10 foot from the entrance.

Looks like a badge.

It is. And it proves

we're on the right track.

- I hope so, for John's sake.

- Let's go and talk to him.

Steve, John must get

his leg properly set.

He's your son.

You must send him back to base.

That's for him to decide.

I'll abide by what he says.

- Hello, Father.

- We've got something.

Where was this found?

Ten foot from the entrance.

It's the badge of the Karnak guards.

- It could be.

- You know it is.

Look at the hieroglyphic

on the reverse.

Yes, it is.

Have you seen this, Uncle?

- Yes, I've seen it.

- How long is the gallery?

-5 foot, possibly 10.

- We can break through in a few days.

- What about your leg?

- What?

I don't know much about medicine...

...but if that leg isn't set properly,

it'll knit the way it is.

It's your decision, son.

- Five days isn't long to wait.

- It's too long.

You're not an archaeologist, but you

know what's been put into this search.

For 20 years, I've been looking

for the Tomb of Ananka.

She set out on a pilgrimage to Amtak.

She disappeared with her party.

There's a concealed tomb

in the rock face...

...and new evidence

one of her soldiers had access.

He might be part

of the burial party.

In five days we might be

looking at Ananka herself.

Or we might be looking

at an empty hole in the ground.

Joseph!

I promised to abide

by John's decision.

You're his father.

You could order him back.

He'll have a twisted leg for the rest

of his life and it'll be your fault.

Well, this is it.

Pity poor old John couldn't come.

I promised to let him know

what we found.

- Glad you stayed, Joseph?

- I'll tell you when John's leg heals.

It'll be all right. You haven't

heard him complain, have you?

Because he's as pigheaded as you.

- He's my son. Are you ready?

- Ready.

Mr. Banning?

- I'm Banning.

- I must ask you to stop.

- I don't understand.

- You must not continue.

- We've got permits, haven't we?

- I'm not interested in permits.

- You're not from the government?

- No.

- There's no more to be said.

- Allow me to appeal to your reason.

Believe me, what you're doing...

...places yourself and your party

in the gravest danger.

If you persist in continuing,

I cannot answer for the consequences.

Nobody's asking you.

If you'll excuse me.

Mr. Banning!

You would do well

to remember the ancient saying:

"He who robs

the graves of Egypt dies. "

Please stop what

you are doing and leave.

Kindly mind your own business.

Come on, Joseph.

Superb!

Is it?

Yes. It's the royal seal of Ananka.

Now then, hold your breath, Joseph.

Marvelous!

Absolutely undisturbed.

- Is it really Ananka?

- It must be.

"Ananka, lady of the Two Kingdoms.

High priestess of the great god

Karnak. " It is, Joseph.

I'll tell John.

- Stephen, I'll tell John.

- Yes, do that.

- Is it the tomb, effendi?

- Yes, the tomb of Ananka.

It's the Scroll of Life.

- Is he quite sure? There's no doubt?

- No doubt at all.

After all these years.

Confound this leg.

You'd better get back.

He'll need help.

Let him have his moment of triumph.

Steve, what is it?

What's happened?

Was that the last?

- What did you say?

- Was that the last?

- Yes, yes. That was all of it.

- Isobel? How is she?

She's fine.

What did she say about your father?

She went to see him. He's the same.

Doctors think it's permanent.

How can they say that?

The nursing home said if he didn't

improve in six months, he never would.

They may be wrong.

They know little about mental illness.

All is ready, effendi.

You want to see

the tomb one last time?

I'll be happier when it's sealed.

I feel the same way.

I've worked in dozens of tombs.

Most of my life has been

spent amongst the dead.

But I've never worked in a place

that had such an aura of menace.

There's something evil in there,

Uncle Joe. I felt it.

Oh, well. Let's get it over.

I've placed a charge in the tunnel.

It'll bring the roof down.

Great god Karnak,

father of all living things...

...hear these words from me,

the humblest of your servants.

For this desecration,

you will be avenged.

Those unbelievers who

disturbed your handmaiden...

...the Princess Ananka,

shall suffer for their blasphemy.

Though it takes years of earthly time,

I shall reenter the tomb...

...and find the instrument

of your revenge...

...as ordained by your servants

4000 years ago.

This I swear!

Yes, completely unexpected. When they

woke him today, he asked for you.

For three years, he hasn't

acknowledged me. Now he asks for me.

How do you explain it?

Frankly, I can't. I thought

his condition was permanent.

I believed he suffered

a physical stroke to the brain.

- Should be incurable.

- Could this mean he'll get better?

I don't know, Mrs. Banning.

It could be purely temporary.

- May I see him?

- Of course.

I would suggest alone.

- I'll wait for you here.

- All right.

James, show Mr. Banning to his father.

- Yes, sir. This way, sir.

- Thank you.

Hello, Father.

John?

You must excuse me.

I've been unwell, you understand.

My memory. You look well, son.

I am well. Thanks.

Your leg, what's the matter with it?

I damaged it three years ago.

It didn't mend very well.

You should have seen the doctor

and had it set.

You wanted to see me, Father?

Yes. The mummy.

- I wanted to tell you about the mummy.

- The mummy?

- From Ananka's tomb.

- She's in the British Museum.

Not the princess. Not her.

It was the mummy who lives.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

- The mummy I brought to life.

- There was no other mummy.

Don't talk rubbish.

I was there. I saw it.

It came from the rock

when I read the scroll.

- What scroll?

- The Scroll of Life.

After 4000 years, the words

of the scroll brought it to life.

It hates us, John. It hates us

for desecrating the tomb.

It will kill us! All of us!

You mustn't upset yourself.

Stop thinking about it.

Nothing really happened

that day, you know.

You're a fool, John.

Thank you for coming.

Goodbye, Father.

Remember, John.

Someone has found the scroll.

The mummy is released again.

As I was saying, I says to him, "If

you think I'm going to cart goods...

...which I know nothing about,

you've got another thing coming. "

So he says?

"It don't matter what you're carting

so long as you get paid. "

So you says?

To which I agreed,

times being what they are.

He tell you what's in it?

Something about relics.

Aye, relics. All the way from Egypt.

Relics? Why send to Egypt for them?

We've got them here in Engerfield!

Well, these come from Egypt.

- I don't like the look of him.

- Who?

The foreigner we're carting for.

Well, he can't help that.

Drink up. We've got to get going.

- Good night, Bill.

- Good night.

- I'll drive.

- I'll drive. You're drunk.

It's my cart. My horses.

I'll drive.

What a dear old horse.

A man's best friend is a horse.

It's a dog.

It's a horse.

I'm not that drunk and I'll drive.

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