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without movement.

Let them not pass away. And let them

not suffer from corruption.

Make supple these limbs

and strong these sinews.

Refill, oh, my soul,

this heart with tenderness...

...that she may walk again

the land of Khem...

...in all her strength and beauty.

Give life.

Give life when I pronounce

the mighty word of power. "

Fulfill ye now the will

of the lord god Karnak.

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The rest of them never got back

to Egypt. Illness, perhaps?

Savages? Who knows?

That is the legend of Ananka.

The dictionary defines legend

as being historical myth.

Half the story we know is fact.

Ananka died and was buried

in the jungle.

No survivors returned to Egypt.

If half is true,

why not the other half?

Because the other half is removed

from fact. It's fantasy.

Dad knew the legend. Perhaps

discovering half of it was true...

...he thought the rest was too.

Is it possible that drove him crazy?

Possible, yes.

He was overexcited and overworked.

But remember, John, historical myth.

Treat it as such

or the same will happen to you.

A fairy story. Nothing more.

Help us, your servants, O Karnak...

...to fulfill the second of our tasks.

Go now.

Destroy the second of the infidels...

...who dared to desecrate

the tomb of your princess.

Hey, Bill, give us a whiskey.

Make it a large one.

- Anything wrong?

- Gamekeeper troubles?

I wish it was. I seen the like tonight

that mortal eyes shouldn't look at.

Been to Molly Grady's again.

Ten foot tall he was,

swathed in bandages!

Come lumbering through

that wood like a bear.

- Who?

- You mean what!

I tell you, it wasn't human.

I needed that.

- Are you sure that's the first one?

- Have you been seeing little people?

If it's little people,

it's the biggest little people ever.

I'll have another one. Something very

unpleasant is gonna happen tonight.

Well, I'm going to bed.

I think you should too.

- We'll do more tomorrow.

- You must be tired. I'm sorry.

- Good night.

- Good night.

If you hit him like you say you did,

you must have killed him.

As there is no body,

we must assume you missed.

I hit him twice at least

from here.

- At four yards?

- At four yards.

I see. What are your impressions as

to who this intruder must have been?

- You never saw him before?

- He was bandaged...

...with slits for eyes.

The rest was covered.

With bandages. Extraordinary.

And you hit him twice?

- At four yards.

- I see. I've got men looking for him.

That's all we can do now. You'll

let me know if you have any ideas.

- I have one.

- Why didn't you say so?

- You wouldn't believe me.

- I don't believe you hit him.

All right, inspector, I believe

the intruder was a living mummy.

- One of those Egyptian things?

- That's right.

- Aren't they always dead?

- Yes. This one should be dead too.

- Now, look-

- Would you sit down, please?

Something happened three years ago.

I'm now sure it happened to my father.

As you know,

he was driven out of his mind.

We were excavating the tomb of Ananka

who died 4000 years ago.

I was out of action at the time.

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"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.

It is the Scroll of Life.

"To life.

O, thou lord of souls.

O, thou lord of the tomb.

Thou mighty one...

...of Amentet.

Let not these limbs...

...be without movement.

Let them not pass away.

And let them not suffer

from corruption.

Make supple these limbs...

...and strong these sinews.

Refill, oh, my soul...

...this heart with tenderness...

...that he may walk as... "

When my uncle found him, Father

was unbalanced. He never recovered.

I didn't believe Father's story.

I thought he was-

But I'm beginning

to think differently.

Are you saying...

...these two murders

were committed by a dead man?

- I knew you wouldn't believe me.

- You're right.

It's incredible you should

imagine such a story.

I deal in facts, Mr. Banning.

Cold, hard facts.

Someone broke in,

committed a murder and got away.

Whoever did it

killed your father too.

This I consider a fact also.

But that's where the facts run out.

It's my job to dig around

until I unearth more facts.

But facts, not fantasies

straight out of Edgar Allan Poe.

If you've more ideas, tell me.

They're fascinating, if nothing else.

There is one more.

I think I'm the next to be killed.

It was only a hare, sir.

- Thank you.

- It was dead anyway.

- Sit down, would you?

- It was a-

I'm Inspector Mulrooney from London.

The squire's gone mad altogether.

- I beg your pardon?

- It was only a hare, sir. You're a-

I'd better explain. I was out having

a stroll, minding me own business.

I happened to see

this bunny lying down.

It was killed in one

of them wicked traps.

I picked it up to give it a burial-

- What else did you see in the woods?

- Nothing. Only a little bunny.

You rushed into the Red Lion

saying you'd seen a man in the woods.

- Yes, I saw him all right.

- Describe him to me.

He was horrible, sir.

He was 10 foot high-

How high?

Well, 7'6"? Yeah, he be about that.

About 7'6", 7'7".

I had a father once.

He was tall, about seven foot.

And then?

There was all this yelling

in the nut house.

I got scared, whipped the horses.

Over the causeway, the box fell...

...into the swamp.

There wasn't a hope of saving it.

It was a nasty business all round.

Very scarifying, it was.

Thank you.

Give him another, will you?

I thought the crate was gone.

Parts of the bog are

next to bottomless, sir.

- I went to see this man-

- Who?

The one whose crate it was.

The Egyptian. I didn't have to.

He arrived on the scene

and I told him.

- How did he take it?

- It was funny, sir.

This crate's come thousands

of miles from Egypt.

Then to lose it on his doorstep.

He didn't seem to mind.

Treated it all casually.

- The contents of the box?

- Relics, he said.

- Relics?

- Egyptian relics.

The last task is upon us, Karnak.

Watch over us as you have watched

over me during the past three years.

Watch as you did

throughout the journey...

...from our own land to this strange

country of the unbeliever.

Watch while Kharis, the living mummy,

your servant, performs this last task.

The one that will release him

from his eternal bondage.

The destruction of the last man...

...who desecrated the tomb

of your high priestess.

Go now, Kharis.

Kill the last unbeliever...

...who disturbed the sleep

of your beloved.

Isn't it time you came to bed?

- What's the matter?

- Extraordinary!

With your hair like that,

you're the image of Ananka.

Am I?

She was the most beautiful woman

in the world.

- I'm flattered.

- The world wasn't so big then.

Don't spoil it all.

- Have you heard from the police?

- Not since this morning.

Why don't they do something

before there's another murder?

They're doing their best.

It's frightening to think

a maniac's wandering loose here.

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