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(GASPS)

MARC: Steven, what did you do?

STEVEN: I don't know how to explain what's been happening.

-What are you? -I serve Khonshu. I'm his Avatar.

MARC: We protect the vulnerable and deliver Khonshu's justice.

ARTHUR: Khonshu's retribution comes too late.

Ammit will light the path to good by eradicating the choice of evil.

We found Ammit.

While the cruel masses fill this world with sin,

they deserve to face her judgment.

MARC: The other gods? What about them?

They're gonna stand by let somebody release Ammit?

KHONSHU: To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.

Ammit was buried in secret. The location hidden even from the gods.

-But someone had to know something. -One man. A medjay named Senfu.

Find Senfu's sarcophagus and you'll find your tomb.

MARC: It's a map, to something really, really big.

(GUNS FIRING)

STEVEN: Unless we know exactly what the sky looked like on that date,

we're buggered.

KHONSHU: When the gods imprison me, tell Marc to free me.

(CHANTING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING)

LAYLA: Marc? ARTHUR: I want you to remember one thing.

Your torment forged me. I owe my victory to you.

Steven. Wake up. Come on. Wake the hell up!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

-(GUNS FIRING) -(GASPS)

-(GUNS FIRING) -(GRUNTS)

(MAN 1 SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(PANTS)

(MAN 2 SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(PANTING)

(MAN 1 SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(MAN 2 SPEAKING IN ARABIC)

(GUN COCKING)

(GRUNTS)

(EXPLODES)

What?

LAYLA: We can't lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.

Look, if he is, we're gonna need Marc, yeah?

Exactly. See, she gets it.

-No. -No?

No. See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I,

that when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.

But that deal didn't involve you getting Layla and us killed, did it?

-That's not gonna fly with me. -You guys made a deal?

That he would just disappear from my life?

And you didn't think that maybe I should've been made aware of that?

Oh.

Well, hadn't he disappeared from your life already?

Yeah. I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn't it?

Didn't even have that anymore.

MARC: Steven, give me the body right now. This is a suicide mission.

Plus, I know him. He'd wanna lone wolf this whole thing.

It's not happening. We're not gonna do that.

We are not. It's just you and me, and the open road.

-We're gonna go on foot from here. -Yeah, all right.

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

There they are. Let's keep moving.

It looks like they're already inside.

We'll need to find another way to beat them to Ammit.

STEVEN: Hello.

LAYLA: Let's check for supplies.

-You look scared. -I'm not.

MARC: Well, you should be.

Without Khonshu, there's no more suit, no more healing, no more power.

Yeah, no more you, I thought. It's what you said, isn't it?

But believing anything that comes out of your mouth

just shows what a plonker I am.

Look, I wish I could just disappear. I really do.

But unfortunately, I'm still here.

If you're gonna go through with this, you gotta be smart, for Layla's sake.

I've been in situations like this before.

So have I. It's the same body, isn't it?

It's in there somewhere. Muscle memory and that.

I'm not sure it works that way. Just...

-Whatever. -I'm here.

-You're not alone. -I know I'm not alone.

I know I'm bloody not alone. I've got Layla.

-She's got my back. -Are you in love?

Are you in love with my wife?

I appreciate your concern, mate. I really do. But we've got it from here.

I swear to you, Steven. I swear...

If I need a recipe for a protein shake or something, I'll call you.

I'll throw us off a cliff!

I have to say, I feel like I've been waiting for this my whole life.

The adventure, I mean.

-I know. We want what we never had. -Yeah.

You smell like him.

-I mean, why wouldn't you, right? -Yeah.

Marc's trying to protect you from Khonshu.

-What? -That's why he's been pushing you away.

He thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, and he won't let that happen.

I'm sorry. I just felt like you should know that.

Sorry.

Why are you telling me this now?

I don't know. I just thought you deserved to know.

Well, it wasn't his call to make.

I don't need protection. What I need is honesty.

-Yeah. I get that. -That's more of a "you" thing, isn't it?

What? Being... Honesty?

Yeah. Being honesty.

Yeah.

-I'm gonna go down first. -Okay. Yeah. Great.

-Before I belay. -Thank you. What's "belay"?

I still can't tell when you're joking or not. (LAUGHS)

All right.

Oh, shit.

(GRUNTS)

-Are you okay? -I'm aces. Yeah.

Okay.

-Here you go. -I wish you hadn't seen that.

Yeah. All the years...

Oh, wow, look at you.

Yeah, there's... Gorgeous, aren't they? They're just, like...

-Been standing guard for centuries. -Right? Look, I can't even...

Like, if they just sprang to life right now

and asked me a riddle for passage, I'd be thrilled.

I'd shit myself but I'd be thrilled.

What's this?

-STEVEN: Did you do that? -What?

Oh. Yeah. It's for my father. He would've loved to be here.

Oh, yeah? Big history buff, is he?

So much worse. Archaeologist on a mission.

Cool.

And to him it was a dream worth dying for. And he did.

Um...

I'm so sorry.

-Yeah. No, it's fine, really. -Yeah.

It's fine. Happens.

I bet that he'd be positively beaming right now,

seeing you standing in the proof of it.

Yeah. I think so.

(SIGHS)

Well, it's not such a bad way to go, is it?

Let's find out?

Yeah. Yeah, let's find out.

It's a nice way to die.

Strange.

-It's a maze. -It's a-maze-ing.

-No, like, there are six paths. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Right. Six points. -What would they be shooting at?

This whole structure

is a symbol.

-LAYLA: That's the eye of Horus. -Yeah.

Look at that.

-What? -Right?

Look, the royal symbol, protection in the afterlife.

I mean, like, the resources needed to build this thing.

-Her final Avatar was a pharaoh. -Whoa! A bloody pharaoh.

-So what? You think it's a map? -Yeah, well...

Right. So, the eye of Horus is also the eye of mind, yeah?

Representing the six senses, six points.

So you got the eyebrow that denotes thoughts.

Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is, uh, hearing.

This, smell. Touch. And this long line ending in a spiral

is the tongue.

The Avatar would be Ammit's voice.

That's right.

STEVEN: Oh, wow.

Oh. Heka priests.

Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance.

They would've been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh.

The heck's a Heka?

Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries.

These must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path.

Right. An impressive send-off.

Oh, my God. Oh, God. Is that fresh blood?

Isn't that little chunks of meaty bits?

LAYLA: Oh.

-Let's keep moving. -Yeah.

LAYLA: Yeah. Yeah.

Um, just a minute. Just a minute.

I'm just saying what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way.

So I'm just thinking, like, what if there's maybe another...

There's, like, another...

There's an opening up there. You see that?

Yeah.

-Should we check it out? -Yeah.

-All right. -All right. You go.

-Me? -You.

Yeah, all right. Yeah.

-I did it. I'm up. -You good?

Yeah.

So, according to the ancient texts, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti,

statue thingies.

-How's it looking? -It's looking amazing.

I mean, this... It looks like a freshly filled canopic jar, and snake skins,

-and self-regeneration... -Steven?

-Steven? -Yeah?

The exit.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we can go this way.

(GUN FIRING IN DISTANCE)

-Harrow. -What are they shooting at?

I don't know.

Hide. Hide.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(THUDDING)

(CREAKING)

(FLOORBOARDS THUMPING)

(YELPS)

(GASPS)

(STEVEN GASPS)

STEVEN: Run! I'll find you!

I squished it. I squished it.

(PANTING)

Steven?

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(ROCK CRUMBLING)

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(SHRIEKS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(BODY THUDS)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(CONTINUES PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my days.

First one in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh.

Thutmose II.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Nefertiti. Oh, it's gotta be one of the big'uns.

So, you kissed her.

What are you gonna do? Try and drown us now?

MARC: Yeah, I should.

But you also told her the truth about why I've been pushing her away.

And that was unexpected.

Yeah.

Wow. Look at that. Look at all these relics.

Macedonian? No. What?

No way. That's not right. That can't be right. That's Macedonian.

But the only pharaoh...

But, I mean, he insisted on calling himself Egyptian.

But...

I think we're looking at the long-lost tomb

of Alexander the Great.

You handled that beautifully.

LAYLA: Why do all men like you

feel it necessary to be just so condescending?

(GUNS FIRING IN DISTANCE)

(ARTHUR SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

My little scarab.

Isn't that what your father used to call you?

Abdullah El-Faouly.

One of Egypt's most unique archaeologists.

He would be so proud of you

if he knew that you were among the first

to confirm for the world what he always believed.

Egyptian gods walk among us.

The scales

achieve their judgment by revealing to me moments of sin and pain.

And your husband...

He is in agony.

More pain than anyone could bear.

But he still hasn't told you the truth.

Well, you're obviously dying to.

So why don't you just go ahead? The floor is yours.

I read his scales.

The scales do not lie.

Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing.

MARC: You want Harrow to get to Ammit first?

All right, all right, all right.

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

Oh, man.

-Where's the ushabti? -Well...

If you're gonna hide it for all eternity, you'd probably put it in a place where

the average looter wouldn't think to look.

So what do you think?

Um...

Alexander was the voice of Ammit.

All right. I'm gonna try something. I'll do something here.

Sorry. Oh, God. So sorry. Sorry, Mr. Great.

(FABRIC RIPS)

(CRACKS)

All right. Open up. Sorry, Mr. Great.

Sorry. I couldn't be more sorry.

Ugh! Ew!

Yeah, that's it. Get in there. Reach in there, buddy.

Oh...

(SQUELCHING)

ARTHUR: Your father was murdered by mercenaries.

And no one knows who they were, do they?

You're saying that Marc was one of them?

You said it. What do you think?

Marc remembers everything that happened that day.

Everyone who died.

(SNIFFLES)

But one man stands out.

Man with a fuchsia scarf.

Scarab details.

Handmade. Made by his daughter perhaps.

Are you done?

I do hope you find closure.

Wake up!

Sir, we just found another way.

(SQUELCHING)

(GASPS)

(THUDDING)

Layla, look. We won.

(LAUGHS)

And the ushabti goes to us.

I had to go digging down old Alexander the Great's gullet, but I found it.

You all right, love?

Can he hear me?

Alexander? I don't think so. God, I hope not. (CHUCKLES)

What happened to my father?

-I'm talking to you. -What?

I'm talking to you, Marc!

-Come on. Let's go, let's go. -No.

-We need to go right now. -Marc, no. No.

-What happened to my father? -Listen to me.

We need to leave right now. I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go.

Did you kill Abdullah El-Faouly?

Of course not. Of course I didn't.

But you were there.

-You were there. -I...

Yeah, you were there.

(SOFTLY) I was there. Yeah, I was there.

Yeah. And how did he die?

My partner got greedy

and he executed everyone at the dig site.

I tried to save your father, but I couldn't save him. And I...

No. But you brought a killer right to him. Right?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

He shot me too. I was supposed to die that night.

But I didn't die that night. And I should have.

I've tried to tell you since the moment we met.

(LAUGHS DERISIVELY)

-I just didn't know... -Oh, my God.

That's the reason that we met.

You just had a guilty conscience.

(THUDDING)

They're here.

-There must be another way out. -Okay. Go, find it. I'll hold them off.

Come on!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Just you?

The rest is silence.

I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone.

The quiet was liberating.

You're a free man.

And, of course, with that freedom comes choice.

And right now, you have a very important decision to make.

Okay.

(YELLS)

I can't save anyone who won't save themselves.

(SCREAMS)

All right, Rosser. It's all right. Those old bones can't hurt you.

Well, at least now we know what happened to poor Montalban.

Yes, and to anyone who chooses a path of greed.

-Does this mean the treasure is gone, too? -Oh, I think not.

Do you notice anything unusual about that statue?

The statue of Coyolxauhqui, lunar god of the Aztecs.

ROSSER: No, but I'm just a lad trying to do my best.

You're Dr. Steven Grant.

Maybe so, but you've got pluck.

Now, let's see what we can find on our friend here.

Next one. We've got B-22, everyone.

B-22.

B-22. Anyone got B-22? Don't be afraid to speak up.

B-22. Come on, everyone. Don't fall asleep on me now.

It's just getting good. B-22. I can smell it. We're close to a winner.

How are you doing today, Donna?

Be a bit happier if he pulled some bloody O's.

BINGO HOST: Moving on. G-15. Anyone have a G-15?

G-15? No? Well, 16. Sweet 16-T.

16-T or T-16.

Wow.

Show me. Let me see.

This is beautiful. Very impressive.

Bravo.

BINGO HOST: Come and have tea with O-73. No. Moving on.

B-7, anyone? B-7? B-7? B-7?

Right, young man. Brakes are on. Your favorite spot.

BINGO HOST: N-39. N-39.

-NURSE: I changed the movie, okay? -Huh?

It's been five times this week. It's a lot. Right.

(MOANS)

Did I startle you? No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-BINGO HOST: I-2. I-2. I-2, anyone? -Look at that.

-Check your score cards. -You won.

-BINGO HOST: I can feel it. -We won.

BINGO HOST: Sounds like you've got a bingo.

-I won. -We have a winner.

I'll share it with you this time. I swear.

Steven?

Steven?

Steven?

(GROANS)

You're all right. Come on. Come on.

There you go. All right.

Marc, you can't keep doing this.

ARTHUR: I know that you're having a great deal of difficulty

being able to differentiate

between what's real and what's in your head.

I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of borrowing the film you brought.

(CHUCKLES) It was fun to see that my old VHS player still worked.

How many times would you say you've seen that movie? Approximately?

Hmm?

I liked the villain.

"No tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn't descend

"to the depths of hell."

That's a good line. Yeah. The plot makes a real meal out of a lunar god.

And didn't you say that you worked for one?

Hmm?

What do you make out of that similarity?

I mean, given the production value of that film,

I can't imagine that too many other people have seen it.

What do you think? Is that a coincidence?

(WEAKLY) I don't... I think...

-What? -I think someone...

-I think someone... -I know. I'm sorry about that.

But remember, you're only sedated because of your own behavior.

And the effects will wear off soon.

Marc, we don't live in a material world. We live in a psychic world.

Right? And we're only able to make indirect inferences

about the nature of reality. Like, take, for example, this pen, right?

To me, this is a writing utensil. Right?

To my dog, it's a chew toy. Both are accurate.

Right? It's just a question of context and perspective.

And all I'm asking of you is an honest assessment of your situation.

Everything reminds me...

-Everything reminds me... -Reminds you of what?

Hmm?

Of your past?

Of Steven?

You know Steven?

Of course I know Steven. But, Marc, I wanna talk to you right now.

And I have noticed, all right, in our sessions, a pattern developing.

Every time I ask you direct questions, you are triggered, you're overwhelmed,

and that's normal, all right? Many of us, when asked to look into

our innermost experiences, into the nucleus of our personality,

we close our eyes. It's understandable.

I can't help you if you don't help yourself.

You shot me.

You shot me.

Marc? Marc? Hey. Hey now. If we can't calmly sit here

and take inventory of your feelings... Marc.

-Marc, listen. I know... -No. You stay away from me!

Truly, I understand how you're feeling.

I too have suffered from mental illness, breaks in psychic awareness,

manic episodes, followed by depression.

-I know what you're feeling. -Unlock the door.

-It can be healed. -Unlock the door!

I know you can be healed. Marc. Marc, please...

Stay away from me!

Marc, don't do this. You're only getting...

All right. Be gentle with him. Don't hurt him. All right?

(SCREAMS)

-You all right? You all right? -Yeah.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

(SARCOPHAGUS THUDDING)

MAN: Let me out!

Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Please! Please, someone let me out!

Steven?

-Marc? -Steven?

Marc.

-How is this possible? -I don't know.

What's the last thing that you remember?

-Harrow shot us. -Yes!

Yes. Exactly. Exactly. All right.

We gotta get out of here. Follow me. Come on.

(RUMBLING)

Hi.

(BOTH SCREAMING)