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Master, I heard the noise, but I came
back quickly.

Water.

What's that?

Water.

I'll hurry back with water.

Nepka was a high priest in the cult of
Osiris, the Egyptian god of the

netherworld. According to legend, Osiris
entrusted him with the secret of

eternal life.

Strange looking man.

Unlike others of his time.

In actual fact, he was reputed to be a
rather stunning specimen.

Although he was undoubtedly strange.

Yes?

He played chess with the dead.

I must have won his games.

These drawings are amazing.

This cult must have been very advanced
in the process of embalming.

May I open it?

I have read so much about multiplication
that I have... Now, then you know that

exposing the mummy to oxygen in these
conditions could reduce it to dust.

Miss Locke has been enlightening me on
the beauties of Egyptian culture.

I'm sure.

That's all happening to be one of them.

Only distantly.

From my mother's side of the family.

Ah. Lunch is served.

I could do with a bite.

Shall we?

I'll miss lunch.

Oh? To study these drawings a little bit
longer, if that's all right.

Now remember.

Yes.

Yes, of course, Professor.

Do you have any idea how delicate our
situation is in Egypt?

Yes.

Said Pasha is in the process of
digging... Digging a canal at Suez.

Yes, well, you'll know that a great deal
depends on our ties with Said Pasha.

Ties that your cousin seems determined
to sever.

Phileas?

What now? In America, there's currently
a vogue in Egyptian antiquities,

especially stolen ones.

I don't quite follow.

One of which, the mummified remains of
Nepka, an ancient Egyptian priest, is,

we speak, en route to New York aboard
the flying ship Aurora.

For what purpose?

To be presented to the academic
community of America as the latest and

startling find of Professor Alexander
Douglas, friend of your cousin's, who's

thought by some to be largely
responsible for relieving Egypt of its

treasured antiquities.

Said Pasha considers it to be an act of
grand theft, and it's fully prepared.

I see.

Exactly.

Couldn't we simply offer Said Pasha
something he might want in return?

Yes, I suppose we could.

Were it not for the fact that Nepke is
one of his own ancestors.

Dear.

Quite.

Isn't one traditionally cursed for
removing a mummy from its tomb?

That depends on by whom and for what
purpose.

I feel you.

Mr. Fogg, I can't tell you how indebted
to you I am for your... Yes,

I am utterly devoted to my dear future.

You've always been a farmer.

No, farm is after all a natural
substitute for clothing.

In most circles, that's...

Without which neither you nor your
brother would have gone to Cambridge.

In any case, I am very grateful to you.

You never have managed to transport me
in kind time.

When Professor Douglas told me he knew
the infamous Phyllis Buck...

It is I who am indebted to you.

Such delightful company.

Deserve faster?

But surely you're not afraid of a tiny
little spider?

No, Master.

Of course not.

Frederick, sorry.

Don't.

Well, if you tend to men, you'll have
excuses.

The air drive?

That was in Africa.

Now this air, does the simulator work?

Seems to.

There you go.

I'm sorry. All right.

What does that look like to you?

Spider. I can just picture you in a
rugby uniform.

Thank you.

Believe it or not, Douglas has always
been my fifth opponent on the field and

determined to remain so.

Men do seem to overestimate their
abilities.

Quite.

I'm afraid you've presented me with a
bit of a dilemma.

How so?

Well, on the one hand, you're here at
the gate.

With whom my relationship is strictly
tied.

On the other hand, you did nearly get me
expelled from Eden.

Was there something, Professor?

I thought we'd prepare our speeches.

Later.

Perhaps you should... Should?

Well, I simply meant... I answer to no
man.

I hope we're still welcome at the
British Embassy.

When the spider waits, its web will
surround the world.

I spent a winter in the Egyptian room of
the British Museum.

Well, it doesn't look very friendly.

Sort of like a tarantula. It's not.

Well, a mythical creature used to
assassinate the enemies of the pharaohs.

A member of the, uh, recluse spider
family. Recluse spider?

Yeah, that hunts only warm -blooded
victims and devours.

Rubbish.

Such a creature never existed.

And if it did... A spider web with a,

uh... Bone.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, distinguished guests, thank
you for coming to welcome our sacred

visitor. For 3 ,000 years, he has slept
in darkness, alone,

hidden from the world.

But now...

Mummified remains, ladies and gentlemen,
of Nebka, high priest and ruler of the

cult of Osiris, and possessed of
extraordinary powers.

For those were dark days, steeped in
superstition.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Help me!

Oh, my God.

Extra, extra, read all about it. Turns
out the mummy is New York.

Extra, extra, read all about it. Turns
out the mummy is New York. Mummy tells

professor.

Steve. William.

Accomplish the what?

Smuggling, for one thing. Thank you.

Possibly murder.

What are you talking about?

The money.

And what are you talking about?

Passport 2 knows it. Spider deadly.

Passport 2 knows nothing about anything.

Fill it.

You do know that your beloved mentor was
wanted in three countries for

trafficking in stolen antiquities?

Don't be ridiculous.

He's dead, Phileas. That must strike you
as slightly odd.

Passport 2, would you please be so kind
as to bring me my paper?

I'm sorry.

Melted professor.

Horrible face.

Well, he wasn't exactly what you call a
handsome fellow anyway, was he?

What is wrong with you?

what's wrong with me.

I'll tell you what's wrong with me. It's
you and it's you badgering me.

Badgering you.

A dear friend of yours has just died in
agony in the company of a woman

about whom nobody seems to know anything
who has managed completely to

destabilize Britain's already precarious
relationship with Egypt in a matter of

days and you react Act as though nothing
has happened.

Well, it's my duty to return that mummy.
And the least you can do, Phileas, is

to help me.

What's this about returning Nepka?

You cannot return what does not belong
to you.

And I have an even higher duty.

And that is to save my dear Adriana from
any further pain.

I don't understand how Phileas can be so
blind.

Blinded by love, perhaps.

Well, hardly.

Well, he's different, Rebecca.

There's something I can't play,
something I haven't seen in fog before.

Right. Well, um, let's concentrate on
the demise of the late professor, shall

we?

Well, he was older.

Maybe not in the best of health.

Well, as I understand it, he showed no
signs of ill health one moment, yet he

melts into putty the next.

Doesn't exactly sound like natural
causes, does it?

What's that?

No, I'll be fine. I'll be fine. Burn?

It's just a slight burn, I guess. It
must be some sort of acid.

Really, Nate?

It's a tissue sample.

How about Adriana Locke's cardiac?

Joke, Jules.

Well, thank you.

George, I guess.

Right.

George.

Thank you, George.

My pleasure.

Yes.

Right, come along, Jules. Let's go.

Ashiana. Good evening.

Well, this is absolutely enchanting.

My refuge from the modern world.

And they are beautiful.

Orchids.

They grow wild along the banks of the
Nile.

Make yourself comfortable There

There's so many. Bodies, Jules.

Merely empty shells.

Why don't you start about it? I'll start
here, before someone... Can I help you?

Come on.

Yes, yes, we were... Looking for our
brother.

Simon.

Poor Simon.

He said...

That he was going to throw himself off a
bridge.

He's been so unhappy.

It's not your

fault. Some people are just born
jumpers. They'll see any excuse they can

Really? Yes.

And jumpers aren't so bad. You should
see what some of the other people get up

to. I had a fellow here who hung himself
in his mother's corset.

Yes. Perhaps you should get my sister a
glass of water.

Oh, yes.

Come this way.

There was another fellow who buried
himself alive till his dog dug him up.

he was lucky. A few bite marks, but
everything else was fine.

Oh, death, death. That's a strange
thing.

Absolutely. And that's only a different
way.

Right here.

That's an organic beast.

Some kind of acid.

No, like a venom.

From a snake?

Or a spider.

Snakes and spiders.

Well,

it's possible I suppose we brought back
some kind of deadly spider from Egypt by

mistake.

The spider used to assassinate the
pharaohs. The Egyptian rectal spider

species may be not mythical.

Maybe they put it in the sarcophagus.

Well, there was a spider engraved on the
lid, and there was spider hieroglyphics

on the sarcophagus.

Well, we've seen lots of spiders since
we left Egypt.

Oh, dear.

Maybe you brought back an entire nest.

Yes.

Yes, the professor had a spider on the
plate.

I swept it off, and it was like dust.

Like the one you swept off the mummy.

And I coughed.

Like the professor, Wanda Little.

Yes, but you're not dead.

Why aren't you melting?

I'll melt.

It's a good question.

And it deserves an answer. And I will
wager that this has something to do with

the female of the species.

Female? Like the semi -fashionable
Adriana Locke.

Mr. Rebecca, what are you saying?

Well, there is evidence of creatures
about to be extinct living in remote

places. And this is definitely some sort
of incredibly potent venom.

I think it makes sense. Well, the only
thing that makes sense to me is that you

two have completely lost yours.

Come on.

I'll prove it to you.

Have you ever seriously been involved
with anyone?

I'm so sorry.

None of my business. I should never.
Never.

You need not worry about me, Phileas.

Not as far as men are concerned.

I understand the needs of men very well.

I know how to fulfill them.

What a waste.

Well, it would seem as though at least
part of your theory is correct.

Rebecca, look out!

Oh.

Jules?

No!

You can't kill it!

Maybe the last in its species.

It's getting away.

I think we should go and find Phileas.

I'm beginning to become distinctly
uneasy.

But where?

She has to be in here somewhere.

It's impossible.

There has to be another way out.

The cracks of the walls?

Weasel of a woman.

But I don't see how she could have got a
mummy through one.

Adriana finds her way with any man.

Even the dead ones.

Even Passepartout. Yes, all right,
Passepartout.

That's quite enough.

But, Monsieur Verne... Yes, Jules?

Do you have any feelings for this woman?

Certainly not. There, you see? Part two.

Rebecca. Come on, Jules.

We have to go and find Phileas.

Miss Rebecca.

Don't you miss Rebecca me, you
arachnophobic hussy.

Miss Rebecca, don't let jealousy get the
better of me. You are still the

beautiful one.

Oh.

The most beautiful one.

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Yes, my love.

Diana Locke thinks she can spirit fill
it away, turning him against friends and

family.

This is it, password two.

What?

This.

What? Yes, it must be.

It is it.

What?

The secret of the spider god.

Spider god?

The recluse spider was not native to the
Egyptian desert, but was born on the

banks of the Nile. It must have water to
survive, but can hibernate in the dry

deserts and the tombs for centuries.

As long as it stays dry.

Passepartout's dehumidificator keeps
poison minimal?

It's dry.

It wasn't an embalming process at all.
It was some sort of... transfusion.

And what if those weren't tubes, but
actually legs?

What are you talking about?

The rectal spider victimizes warm blood.

If a queen spider mates with a human man
of noble blood and then mates with a

true savant...

Of the god Osiris, there's a spiritual
union, and then... You've blown ours.

Horrible.

No, no, Matthew.

We've all said there's something strange
about Adriana, her power over men.

Yes, but a queen spider?

Well, the hieroglyphics on the
sarcophagus do show spider and women

Fillius may be in grave danger, Rebecca.

You wait here.

Anything else I need to know?

No. Good. Yes.

Well, which is it, yes or no?

Yes.

Mr. Verne must go.

You said... The only man immune to our
powers are men of the blood.

Or... Or what?

Uh, a, uh...

Jormungand?

Jules?

What about Alain Donjou?

I love you.

I really do.

Let's go.

Oh, my dear Tharis.

God of darkness.

May the blood of my sacrifice bless you.
our

union and breathe life into your highest

breath that we may

Come on, fog.

Miss Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Oh, Martha.

Miss Rebecca sacrificed herself for you.

I'm back.

Blood curse for Cairo.

Well done, Passport 2.

Oh, and Passport 2, I apologize for what
I said.

Hmm?

Passport 2, did you hear me?

I said I'm sorry.

Sorry, Master?

How sorry?

Well, um, I'm very sorry.

Oh.

All right.

I'm very, very, very sorry.

What?

Oh, I was just wondering how... I
mean...

I was just wondering how Vern here
managed to so thoroughly overcome that

creature.

Oh, well, I should have thought that was
obvious.

Really?

Yes.

Pure virility.