The Mummy Page #2

IMHOTEP:

Anck-su-namun's vital organs were

still fresh, so a human sacrifice would not

need be made

As Imhotep begins to read from The Book of The Dead, a large SWIRLING HOLE

starts to open in the detritus bog. Several Priests look over at it,

frightened, then quickly look back down and resume CHANTING. A strange MIST

wafts up out of the swirling hole and over to the jars, it passes through

them and into Anck-su-namun's body. One of the jars SHUDDERS, the heart

inside begins to BEAT. The CHANTING PRIESTS, SWIRLING HOLE, WAFTING MIST,

BEATING HEART and IMHOTEP'S READINGS are reaching a crescendo.

Anck-su-namun's EYES suddenly FLY OPEN.

IMHOTEP:

Anck-su-namun soul had come back from

the dead! Now all that was needed, was to

return her organs to their rightful place

within her body.

Imhotep lifts a sacrificial knife above Anck-su-namun's breast, about to

plunge it down. The CHANTING, SWIRLING and BEATING heart CLIMAX. And that's

when the Mumia BURST IN and storm through the startled Priests. The HEAD

MUMIA SMASHES the jar with the beating heart. The MIST instantly sucks back

out of Anck-su-namun's body and IMPLODES back into the swirling hole.

Anck-su-namun's eyes close. Dying once again. Imhotep SCREAMS in rage. The

Mumia grab him and his Priests.

IMHOTEP:

My Priests were condemned to be

mummified alive.

INT. EMBALMF.RIS CHAMBER (necropolis re-vamp) - NIGHT

Inside a TORCH-LIT CHAMBER, Imhotep is held by Anubis-headed EMBALMERS. He

cringes at the flickering, impressionistic glimpses of his Priests being

embalmed and mummified alive. The horrid-looking Embalmers, using knives,

needles and thread, calmly perform their ghastly surgery on the SCREAMING

Priests, who are going insane from the procedure.

A red hot POKER is pulled out of a pit of burning coals.

A Priest's head is wedged between two strong boards. His eyes widen in

terror as an Embalmer moves to insert the red hot poker up his nose. But

just before he does, WE QUICKLY CUT TO IMHOTEP'S FACE, horrified, as OFF

CAMERA, the Priest SCREAMS.

WE GO WIDE on the chamber. All twenty-one of Imhotep's Priests squirm

inside their wrappings. Imhotep is forced to his knees. His arms are held

back. His mouth is pried open.

IMHOTEP:

As for me, I was condemned to endure

the HOM-DAI. The worst of all ancient curses.

one so horrible, it had never before been

bestowed.

Using a pair of tongs, an Embalmer slowly pulls Imhotep's TONGUE out of his

mouth, then places a very sharp knife on top of it. WE-GO TIGHT on

IMHOTEP'S EYES as his tongue is apparently cut out. The Embalmer flings

Imhotep's tongue onto the floor. The Mumia's dogs attack and quickly eat

it.

Imhotep is WRAPPED AL M . Only his mouth, nostrils and fear-filled eyes are

left free of the slimy bandages. Detritus muck boils inside a black

cauldron. Embalmers scoop out the fetid muck and apply it to Imhotep's

wrappings as he squirms. He's then laid in a wooden COFFIN inside a stone

SARCOPHAGUS. An Embalmer with a BUCKET steps up and looks into the coffin.

Imhotep's wild eyes stare back. The Embalmer empties the bucket over

Imhotep's chest:
dozens of SCARABS, disgusting dung beetles. They scurry

across Imhotep's SCREAMING face. Some vanish into his tongue-less mouth

and up his nostrils.

INHOTEP:

By eating the sacred scarabs, I would

be cursed to stay alive forever. And by

eating me, they were cursed just the same.

The lid to the coffin is SLAMMED SHUT. Then, using a strange four-sided

YCEY, the Head Mumia locks the coffin lid tight. The heavy sarcophagus lid

is shoved into place and with a loud WHOOSH seals itself airtight. once

again, the Head Mumia uses the strange key, locking the sarcophagus lid

tight.

IMHOTEP:

I was to remain sealed inside my

sarcophagus, the undead for all of eternity.

The blue-skinned, strangely tattooed man carefully collapses the sides of

the key, --turning it into a little puzzle BOX.

INHOTEP:

They would never allow me to be

released. For I would arise a walking

disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy

flesh-eater, with the strength of ages, power

over the sands, and the glory of

invincibility.

Imhotep's sarcophagus is dropped into a DETRITUS PIT. The disgusting muck

SPLASHES up, drools down it-s sides, and then is mysteriously sucked into

It's seams, vanishing clean.

INHOTEP:

And if I could raise my beloved

Anck-su-namun from her place in hell,

together, we would be an unstoppable

infection upon this world. The Apocalypse.

The End

Imhotep's horrifying tongue-less SCREANS can be heard coming from inside

his sarcophagus as grave diggers shovel dirt onto it. THE MAIN TITLE IS

SUPERIMPOSED ON THE SCREAM: THE MUMMY

The heavily armed Mumia stand guard around Imhotep's grave. Looking down on

the burial site is the huge statue of ANUBIS, the jackal-headed god of

death. it stares at us. Then begins to DECAY before bur very eyes, aging

4.159 years in only seconds. And then we find ourselves and the decrepit,

half-buried statue of Anubis out in the middle of the desert.

EXT. SAHARA - HAMANAPTRA RUINS (1925) - DAY

Imhotep's horrifying SCREAMS become the SCREAMS of a TUAREG HORSEMAN.

Racing across the desert with two thousand of his warrior brethren. Armed

to the teeth. SUPERIMPOSED across the SCREEN are the WORDS: TEE SARKRA -

1925

A mile across the scorching desert TWO HUNDRED FRENCH FOREIGN LEGIONNAIRES

scurry through the ruins, preparing for the onslaught. OUR HERO is up on

the wall. His Kepi sits at a jaunty angle. Dashing and handsome. This is

RICK O'CONNELL. He looks out at the massive SCREAMING horde galloping at

him.

O'CONNELL

I knew this was gonna be a lousy day.

A doughy little Frenchman joins him as he makes his way across the top of

the wall. This is BENI.

BENI:

Personally, I would like to surrender.

Why can we not just surrender?

O'CONNELL

Shut-up and gimme your bandolier,

Beni pulls off his cartridge belt. Hands it to O'Connell.

BENI:

Then let's run away. Right now. while we

can still make it.

O'Connell throws it on, crisscrossing his own bandolier.

O'CONNELL

Now gimme your revolver, you'll

never use it anyway.

Beni pulls out his pistol and chucks it to O'Connell

BENI:

Then let's play dead, huh? Nobody ever

does that anymore

O'Connell slides it into his belt, next to his own revolver

O'CONNELL

Now go find me a big stick.

BENI:

in the desert? What for?

O'Connell turns and goes nose-to-nose with him.

O'CONNELL

So I can tie it to your back, you

appear to be without a spine

The horde of warriors THUNDERS forward. Now a half mile out. Scimitars

RATTLING. O'Connell and Beni run through the ruins.

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