All language subtitles for Tutankhamun.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Let's do those here, please.

There's no light over at 15.

Yes, Mr. Burton.

- Mace?

That's the lot.

We've got company.

Mmm.

- What do you suppose
they want now?

- The fillings from
our teeth, possibly.

Excuse me a moment.

Lacau and his
merry men are back.

Harry's taken his
place, so if you want,

we can go ahead and
open the burial chamber.

- Not today.

- What's happened?

- Are you not intending
any work today, Mr. Carter?

- What do you want?

- Some of my men will be
remaining to oversee progress.

The Service is
concerned that some

items from the tomb
may have gone missing.

- Well, there are no
missing items here.

- You must understand,
Mr. Carter,

that this will not be another
Lord Elgin and his Marbles.

Egypt will not
countenance grave-robbing.

- Oh, that right?

Well, then what exactly
has Egypt been doing

for the last 3,000 years?

There isn't a single tomb
in this entire valley

that Egypt hasn't robbed bare,

except for the one that I found.

What
did you do, Papa?

- Do come in.

I didn't sack him, he resigned.

- I don't care if
he resigned or not.

Get him back, apologize.

- Why on earth
should I apologize?

- Because none of us would be
here if it weren't for him.

- He's a liability.

- You wanted to go home.

You were ready to
pack up and give up.

- Pig-headed, can't
manage people.

The whole world's press...

- Oh, you know perfectly
well that he struck that deal

to get you your money back.

This has nothing
to do with that.

This is about me and Carter.

- Oh, God damn it, Evelyn!

I will not have you
become a scandal.

I will not allow it.

I trusted you,
trusted both of you.

I will never forgive that man!

- That man?

For God's sake, Papa!

This is Carter
you're talking about.

You have known him for 15
years, he's your best friend.

- He went behind my back!

- No, he did not!

He tried to put me off, said
that it was inappropriate.

- Then how in God's name
did he come to seduce you?

- Because I left him
very little choice.

- What?

- I was the one
that started this.

- No, no, no, I will
not listen to this.

I will not hear this.

Go to your room!

- Well?

Do we open it?

- No.

This can wait.

- Well, then...

- There's plenty work to be done

attending to the finds in 15.

This can wait until...

Well...

This can wait.

Do you know this is the
second offer I've had?

Pathe News are asking as well.

This, uh, Goldwin chap's
coming to Cairo tomorrow.

I'm thinking perhaps
I'll go and see him.

- Do you love Mama?

- What?

- Did you marry her
because you loved her

or because of her fortune?

- What on earth has that
got to do with anything?

- I need to know.

- Look, I do understand
what you're asking, I do.

But you're not naive.

You know how the world works.

A scullery maid can
choose love and a cottage.

You cannot.

- Then who's richer?

- It's easier to think of
oneself as free out here.

But of course we're not.

We have responsibilities,
obligations.

Not to just to each other,
but to those who depend on us.

Do you understand?

You do know that nothing
can come of this?

Hmm?

And if you know that,
then what you are doing

is simply toying with
a man's affections.

And I did not raise
you to be so unkind.

Now, whatever there has
been between you and Carter,

it stops now.

I will go up to Cairo
to see this Mr. Goldwin,

and you'll come with me.

- You could always
try selling paintings.

You're not bad
with a paintbrush.

Pa showed me some of the
watercolors you've done.

Very good.

I should think they'd
be worth something.

If necessary.

- You could get a proper
stall in the market.

Put up a display.

Perhaps you could paint
some pictures of your finds.

You know, from memory.

- What are you doing?

- Is this really what you want?

To be hawking you
wares around Luxor?

- It's not a matter
of what I want.

It's a matter of
whether I am required.

- Of course you're required!

Have you talked to him?

He's quite
right, you know?

About us.

What kind of future
could I possibly offer

Lady Evelyn Carnarvon?

- Do you really
think that I care?

- He seemed a decent
chap, can you think?

For a Hollywood sort.

- Will it bring in any money?

- A very pragmatic question.

- I thought me being
pragmatic was what you wanted.

Mace says we need to
reseal the antechamber

if we don't want the
moisture to damage

the contents of
the burial chamber.

Winlock wants to take
on two more technicians

to help out with the
archival process in 15.

Oh, and he wants them to
be Americans, not locals.

And there's a petition up in
a French newspaper in Luxor,

something about you giving
bribes or receiving bribes,

basically it's
stirring up trouble...

- All right, that's enough!

I know what you're doing.

I am not having him
back, do you hear?

Pa, what's wrong?

- Oh, it's just...

It's my leg and the,

and the stairs.

That's all.

Help!

- Sir, sir?
- Sit down.

- Call a doctor.
- Yes, my lady.

- It's just the heat, I think.

And those stairs.

It's probably just the heat.

I'm fine.

And what's this?

- Hmm?

Oh, that's a mosquito bite.

I nicked it shaving.

- You should let him rest.

Let him sleep.

- What's the matter?

- He has blood poisoning.

- What?

How?

- That cut on his neck
has become infected,

and I'm afraid the infection's
spread to the blood.

It can happen very
quickly out here.

- What can you do?

What can you give him?

There is
no medical treatment.

It's very serious, I'm afraid.

I'm really very sorry.

- Thank you.

- Devil of a thing, isn't it?

- Get off me!

Get off!

What is God's name is
going on out there?

- They know Carnarvon's here.

Someone's spread
the story he's got

half of King Tut's treasures
stashed under his bed.

- How is he?

Evelyn said he wasn't well.

It's
blood poisoning.

- What?

Is it serious?

How did it happen?

How did it come on so quickly?

- Carter, go and see the man.

- Mr. Carter?

It was so good of you to come.

He's been asking for you.

- Will you talk to him?

Of course.

I will take my leave.

I
need a little more.

- Good day.

Good day, sir.

- Carter.

Mace says that

moisture may be

damaging items in
the burial chamber.

- Well, I haven't
been back to the tomb,

but yes, I should think.

- What can be done about it?

- Well, the first thing
would be to get them clear

of the confined space.

Out into the dry air.

- Yes, yes.

Do you love her?

- Yes.

Yes, I do.

- Life can seem
very short suddenly.

And a chap ends up wondering
what might have been.

I've been a fool, Carter.

I really am
very sorry.

But you forgive me?

- There's nothing to forgive.

He's strong.

He'll fight this off.

What can I do?

- Go back to the dig.

He loves to hear about the work.

Bring him some good news.

- Thank you for coming
on what I hope is to be

a truly momentous occasion.

Families will have
to remain outside

for the moment, I'm afraid.

What on earth have
you got there, Harry?

- Courtesy of Mr. Goldwin.

Fancy yourself as a movie star?

- Erm...

Ready?

Ready.

All set, Harry?

Ready.

- More light, please.

Sweet,
Lord, what is that?

- Shrine of a king.

Are you comfortable like that?

- Yes.

Quite comfortable,
thank you.

- All right.

Ah, look at that.

That is the outer shrine there,

which is the largest of them.

- Oh.

- It's 15 foot long.

With doors, as you see.

There are four gilded shrines,
nested one inside another.

And once we'd
removed the shrines,

we found the sarcophagus.

And those paintings,

they're the funeral
rites and the procession.

- What, what is that?

- Ah, that is the sarcophagus.

On each corner
there is a goddess,

and that is the goddess Isis

with her wings
outstretched, you see?

She enfolds and
protects the shrine.

- We really did it, didn't we?

What a glorious thing.

Yes.

That's enough.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, but the
light hurts my eyes.

- Of course.

Would you like me
to call someone?

- No, I'm quite well.

I've heard the call.

I'm preparing.

I know, Mr. Mace.

- Well, it's going
to weigh a ton.

So we'll need wedges to lift it.

Then we'll get ropes
underneath the lid.

And I'm going to need a
really solid block and tackle.

I'll have
them brought down.

- Right-o.

Let's get this equipment
and tap this thing open.

- Layer after layer.

- Carter!

You're wanted in Cairo.

You better hurry.

- Good day, sir, madam.

Hello, sir.

- Evelyn?

He's not...
- No.

- But he'll be soon.

Doctor said that it's
gone to his lungs.

- I am very sorry.

- Thank you, Doctor.

- It's just awful,

seeing it all go into boxes.

I kept half
expecting them to put

catalog numbers on his things.

I used to play with
these when I was younger,

when he was dressing for dinner.

It's a hedgehog,
you see?

I remember when I saw
this for the first time.

He was so proud.

His first find.

And now he's gone.

It's ridiculous.

How can you be gone?

It doesn't make the
slightest bit of sense.

When do you leave?

- In an hour.

Awful lot to do with um,

the funeral, and the
estate, and the lawyers.

I don't want to go.

- Then, then, don't go.

- I have to.

- I don't, I don't
want you to go.

I can't...

- I love you.

I have always, always loved you.

- Let me through
if you don't mind.

Thank you so much.

Oh, God, excuse me, children.

Sorry to disturb.

There's no room.

- Mr. Winlock, sir.

Do you believe Lord
Carnarvon's death

is a result of the curse?

- The curse?

- The Arabs, sir.

They are saying that this is
just the first death of many.

They are saying that the
curse will strike down

anyone who has entered the tomb.

Do you feel personally afraid?

Do you believe Lord Carnarvon
got with he deserved?

Opening the tomb.

- What paper do you work for?

- L'enqueteur.

- And you'd like
a quote, I assume?

- Yes, sir.

- Fuck you and your paper.

Excuse me.

- Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Tie it off.

Quickly.

The recipient's name is
Lady Evelyn Carnarvon.

C-A-R-N-A-R-V-O-N.

Newbury.

Excellent progress in the tomb.

Stop.

Please send funds for
wedges and supplies.

Stop.

- Anything more, sir?

- Yes.

If you could put a...

In fact, no, never mind.

Just, just that.

Just send that.

There you are.

Good day.

- Move out, come on.

- Move aside!

What's going on here?

- Mr. Carter.

You need to clear this area.

Now.

- Don't you dare tell
me how to run my dig.

Get those policemen
out of here, now!

No, sir.

I have my orders.

- What you doing down there?

I said, what are you
bloody doing down there?

- They are with me.

Nothing here is
properly secured.

This dig must be
conducted professionally.

A member of my staff will remain

to oversee the
conduct of your men.

- Absolutely not, they
have no business here.

- That is not at all the case.

The Antiquities Service oversees

all excavation in the valley,

and when a dig is being
improperly conducted...

- This is my dig and I
will run it as I see fit.

- No Mr. Carter,
it is not your dig.

I was Lord Carnarvon's
concession,

but Lord Carnarvon is dead.

This site is the responsibility
of my department.

- Is there anyone
else down there?

- No.

What's going on?

- Get out my bloody way.

Carter?

- What are you doing?

Give me that key.

- No.

- Very well, sir.

If you wish it.

By order of the
Antiquities Service,

I am revoking your
permission to dig here.

Leave at once or I
will have you escorted

from the area by the police.

I do take your points.

But I cannot countenance
any further involvement

from Mr. Carter.

- As I understand it, Mr. Lacau,

while we speak, the coffin
remains open to the air.

The contents are
inevitably deteriorating.

It is the discovery of our age

and you are allowing
it to fall the pieces.

- It is not matter
of my allowing...

- My father's expenditure,
time, and funds

has furnished your department

with the greatest
archaeological discovery

the world has seen.

And neither you
nor this department

has had to lift one
finger or paid one penny

for this to happen!

- Lady Evelyn, if you please.

I'm sure that matter
will be settled in time.

Your father's estate is
seeking compensation.

- And all it took was the
threat of legal action.

Every minute we waste here,

the contents of the
tomb are rotting away.

- I have no argument
with you, Lady Evelyn.

I am more than happy for you

to finish what your
father started.

As soon as you wish.

- Thank you.

And who shall I engage to
oversee this work, Mr. Lacau?

In your opinion, who do you feel

is the best qualified
Egyptologist?

Obviously we need someone
with first-hand experience

of excavating and preserving

3,000-year-old funerary goods.

Perhaps you could give me
a list of suitable experts?

I think we both know
there's really only one man.

- What's all this?

- This is the world
turning, old boy.

The latest edict from on high.

From now on, anything
found in the valley

is the property of the
Antiquities Service.

Not just royal tombs,
anything at all.

A scrap of faience,
a copper thimble,

you find it, it goes
straight to Cairo.

You don't get a cent.

- You must be joking?

- I wish I were.

The man can't justify digging
under those conditions.

No one can.

Everyone's going home.

- Everyone except you.

You'll have to swallow your
pride a little, I'm afraid.

Apologize to Lacau.

Not in person, a note
of hand would do it.

And then you can go on as
before, see it through.

- Well, I can be as
humble as the next man.

- Really?

- You know, if I
didn't apologize,

if we didn't get access
to that tomb again,

I was thinking, would
it be so very bad?

- What?

- Well, then nothing would
have to come to an end.

- For how long?

- A lifetime, maybe.

So long as it
remains unfinished,

we're here, aren't we?

And out here

anything is possible.

- Carter...

- I have been searching
my entire life.

And for years now, I
thought it was the tomb.

The tomb.

When I find the tomb,
I will feel complete.

I will be Howard Carter.

But I've found it.

Standing there that first
night, surrounded by treasure,

so much beauty.

The only thing I wanted
to look at was you.

I thought, I was hoping
you could have this.

Do you remember?

You picked it up because
it caught your eye...

- Carter, stop it.

I'm getting married.

- You, you, you came back.

You're here...

- I had to get
you your dig back.

That's why I came.

- And who is he?

- His name's Beecham.

He's a baronet.

- Ah.

- Right thing to do,
family and the estate.

- And for you?

The right thing to do for you?

Yes, and what's he like?

Is he...

Hmm?

What's he like?

- He's nothing like you.

- Goodbye, Evelyn.

- Don't be silly.

There's no such thing as
goodbye, not between us.

- Yes, well, there is,
though, isn't there?

Really.

Yes.

- Goodbye, Carter.

- Well?

Well, we'll
get the dig back.

- Good boy.

It's worth it, you know?

- Yes, indeed.

- What is it?

- It's nothing.

Would you tell the chaps?

- Of course.

Roll up, roll up!

The greatest show on Earth
is back in town, gentlemen.

Last chance to see the
wonders of the age.

Mind your step.

Looks much the same.

- Can we have the
lights, please?

Oh, my word!

Well, we need to re-rig,
get the whole thing clear.

- What about the coffin?

- Ah.

There's some surface patination.

It's not bad.

No, it's
not bad, thank God.

- We missed you at dinner.

I bring scraps from the feast.

- That's good of you.

Um, put them down
there, would you?

They filled the outer
coffin with pitch, you see.

Rather clever, really,
because everything inside

would be perfectly preserved,

but it's the very
devil to remove.

You can't heat it up, of course.

You just have to take
it off bit by bit.

- Carter, it's the
middle of the night.

- Yes, well, it doesn't really
matter underground, does it?

Any case, best to press on.

Lot of work to be done here.

- Can I help?

- Thank you.

Winlock.

- What?

- Wake up.

Come and see this.

Excuse me?

Sir, turn this way.

This way, sir.

Just for a moment, sir.

One second...

Over here, sir.

- Mr. Merton?
- Yes.

- Come through.
- Thank you.

- It's

astonishing.

I've never seen
anything like it.

- Nobody has.

3,000 years ago,

a 12-year-old king led his
people away from their past.

Away from their mistakes.

Brought them here.

These three coffins were
nested inside each other,

like Russian dolls.

Somebody asked me once what
the Pharaohs were like.

I said they weren't
that different from us.

Some of them were kind or

cruel, wise, foolish.

They fell in love.

They strove for immortality.

Just like us.

I think you have your
story, Mr. Merton.

Yes.

- Excuse me.

These past years

have been an
extraordinary privilege

to be so close to beauty.

I wish it could've
lasted longer.

And as for Tutankhamun himself,

it was Lord Carnarvon's wish,

and it is mine also,

that his body remain
where it was laid to rest.

We will seal the
sarcophagus over him

and leave him in peace.

It has been an honor.

That's all I have to say.

No, no, leave it, I'll do it.

Thank you very much.