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We're almost at the clearinghouse now, Charles.

It's one last visit and your staff can transfer all the artifacts to the museum

tomorrow.

Thank you, Charles.

As always, you're the best a friend can be.

What is it, Willis? There's supposed to be a security guard here.

The light's around the other warehouses, but not here.

Do you think someone's inside?

Maybe.

Shouldn't we call the police to check it out?

That's what you pay me for. Please wait here.

Willis? Willis?

French almond mocha.

Cafe latte.

You have a new client.

Okay. I want you to solve my murder.

But you're not dead.

I will be. I'm absolutely convinced of it.

Please, come in.

This is where the body of the chauffeur was found.

His neck was broken.

Same with the security guard.

She said she saw an intruder take four bullets, right?

How does a guy with four bullets in him talk another guy from here

all the way over there, then come over still with four bullets in him, pick him

up, snap his neck, and then walk out of here without losing a drop of blood?

Doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, does it?

None.

What the hell?

That was a bullet.

Fallen out of somebody.

No blood.

No tissue.

Pristine.

A little souvenir for ballistics from the chauffeur's gun.

Things are clean. It looks like it's been test fired. I know.

He didn't steal anything?

Anything at all?

Nothing. And what was he doing here?

The police think he was interrupted by the bodyguard.

Well, I'm not buying this at all.

Follow me, guys.

I'm a burglar.

I'm good enough to case this place.

So I take care of the security guard.

I shut down the electricity.

And what's LAPD's response time in this area? Three and a half minutes? Never

more than five.

Exactly.

And if I'm good, which I am, I know that.

So I kick the door in, smash a few cases, grab as much as I can carry.

seconds right there.

Then it's a 30 -second run to my car or truck.

Then I'm driving off under the speed limit for the next two minutes before

boys in blue even show.

So why didn't he do that?

Mm -hmm.

It's wet.

Perhaps this is what our chauffeur interrupted.

See, this case is re -soldered.

This case isn't.

So? What?

Well, maybe our burglar or burglars were stealing the real artifacts and

replacing them with phony's.

Well, why would they do that? To fool the insurance companies? I mean...

What do they do with the real ones?

I don't know.

You can't sell them to museums.

I don't know, but just to be safe, Teague, I'd like the artifacts in this

and in this case, and I want to run tests on them.

I'll make arrangements with the insurance company.

Great, thank you.

What you got there, Sherlock?

I've seen something like this before.

Same color, same consistency.

It was in London, in the British Museum.

It was connected to the Egyptian artifacts?

About as connected as you could get.

It was dust from a tomb.

nights will never be the same.

The carbon dating tests say that this tomb dust is over 3 ,000 years old.

That puts it at 18th dynasty in Egypt?

That's when Thutmose and Queen Hapset ruled.

This is the French expedition which actually made the discovery and entered

tomb. They found a message in hieroglyphics. It was a curse. It

all those who entered her tomb and disturbed the queen's sleep...

would meet a violent death. Oh, please. The last thing I need is for the two of

you to buy into some cockamamie story about King Tut and his mummy.

A sage once said, in absence of proof, the wise withhold both belief and

disbelief. Hey, these fish are doing really good.

Mitch, to the Egyptians, the afterlife was a very real, physical place.

Once they passed over the threshold of death, they needed their possessions

they accumulated in life.

Uh -oh, this one's getting really fat. No more food for him. Which made the

tombs a tempting target for thieves.

Little fishy -wishy -wishy. See, that's it. That's it. You've got to talk to

them. You talk to them, they live. See, talk to them. Say something. Mitch!

Will you look at this, please?

So, in Queen Hapstead's tomb, the pharaoh built all kinds of elaborate

false antechambers and trick passages to fool all the grave robbers.

Well, now, this is even weirder.

When Queen Hapsu died, her body wasn't buried until five months later.

Everything was ready, all her belongings, her servants.

Even the mummy guardians were put inside, but not the queen.

She died in January and wasn't buried until May.

There must have been a reason.

It says, and in this century, the exact time when the constellation of Sirius

passed the meridian, giving rebirth to the entire planet so that she would be

reborn in the afterlife.

He would personally take her through the portal.

Oh, guys, please, please, will you stop with the mummies and the astrology and

the portals into the afterlife? Let's get into the real world, okay?

In the real world, we have a rich husband who was killed in a traffic

where the brakes were probably tampered with. And we have a lady who was a

target for murder.

Now, while you are conjuring up more fairy tales, I am going to run this

through ballistics. Give me a call if you see Boris Karloff.

Or Abbott and Costello.

Hey, Abbott!

Oh, my God.

Please tell me people have stopped talking.

You know, he always has trouble with the absence of proof.

Okay, so you have arranged for me to meet with the expert for the insurance

company? He's standing by.

But are you sure you want to go alone?

Oh, I'd prefer it.

You must be mistaken.

When I appraised this collection a few days before Mr. Crowell's unfortunate

death, I found every artifact to be quite authentic.

And I said as much in my report to his insurance company.

Uh, well, your report is the reason why I'm here.

We're fairly certain that by the time you made your appraisal, at least half

the artifacts had been replaced by fakes.

Frankly, Dr.

Kathan, I...

I can't understand how an Egyptologist of your reputation can make such an

incredible miscalculation.

Well, the explanation is obvious.

It is not I who made the error, Dr. McBride.

It is you.

Come, this way, please.

Forgive me. I spend so many hours in the dark, I find dim light a present.

One needs light to truly appreciate life.

And beauty?

Indeed, even the most beautiful of nature's gifts is enhanced by the warm

of the light.

Right.

That's McBride.

Um, it's not Doctor.

It's Ms.

Actually, it's Ryan.

Lovely name.

As far as the Crowell artifacts are concerned...

You said yourself they're made of real gold. Surely that alone would indicate

their authenticity?

Uh, not quite.

This spectrograph indicates the ratio of mineral impurities found in the gold in

this scepter from the Crow collection does not match the ratio of mineral

impurities found in the ore taken from the Nile Basin.

Hmm.

Very impressive.

Which then proves that this gold in the scepter is not from Egypt.

A little of Pharaoh's gold comes from the land of the Nile, Miss McBride.

What men know of ancient times is one part truth, six parts myth.

The source of the gold is far less important than what was done with it.

show you.

Close your eyes.

Don't look with a scientist's eye, Ryan.

Look with your hand and your heart.

Feel the craft.

Affected over a thousand generations by artisans whose greatest joy was to serve

Pharaoh, their god.

Feel the pulse of their lifeblood.

Taste the truth of their art.

Now, tell me, Ryan, what is real and what

is not?

This gold did not come from Egypt.

There's a papyrus map now in the Turin Museum that shows a gold mine in the

eastern desert and Solomon's mines were in Africa.

Pharaoh's warriors ranged far afield to win Egypt her treasures.

Did they ever get to California?

Excuse me?

Well, because this gold...

comes from the ancient and mythical city of Sacramento.

Truly fascinating, Ms. McBride.

However, more detailed analysis is required, so I'd like to keep this

temporarily, if I may.

Oh, well, as much as I'd like to, I can't let you keep it for insurance

reasons. I'm sure you understand.

We could run into some very serious legal problems.

So, thank you very much, and have a nice day.

You too.

Hello? This is Crowell, Mr. Buchanan.

So I just finished checking with a few friends at the 42nd Precinct. There's

definite evidence the brakes on your husband's car were ruptured by something

other than just a car accident.

I understand, Mr. Buchanan.

But the insurance company already raised that possibility.

How does that change anything?

Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But listen, after what happened last night,

Teague agrees you'd be much safer staying someplace else. He's arranged

safe house I can take you to, at least until the police finish their

investigation. Well, that's very considerate. I'm actually at the

now, tidying up a little bit after our last inventory.

Be there in a few minutes.

That'd be fine.

Mr.

Buchanan!

Mr. Buchanan!

Okay. A few tests on this will prove if whoever did it was the same person or

thing that was here before. Oh, please, will you stop with the mummies, please?

Somebody is setting us up, setting this whole thing up.

Whoever he is, he's stolen millions of dollars in jewels and artifacts, he's

covered his tracks, and you are buying into it.

I'm not buying into anything. I'm just trying to make some sense out of it. Why

don't we just turn this whole thing over to the police and let them do what they

do? Because they won't get it.

Mrs. Crow is safe in Teague's hands. I am going home, which is what I suggest

you do.

End of discussion.

It's so tempting.

It's the most fascinating.

Part is, to the ancient Egyptians, mummification originally was a way to

the body purified until the time came for the moment of rebirth.

The most important thing to them wasn't the moment of death.

It's the moment of birth.

If you control when you were born or reborn, you controlled your entire

Right. And that's what I think is the key to this curse.

The pharaoh promised to have his queen reborn.

Okay, here it is.

The tomb dust from both of these samples is exactly the same.

So the next step is I confront Mr. Hassan with this information and see if

flinches.

So why bring those?

Well, because the articles in the display cases were what our so -called

were really after.

You see, this has been phonied, but the Jasper Stone can't be.

Let's see how Lawrence of Arabia reacts to that.

Are you kidding me? You didn't hear that?

There's gotta be a way in here.

Nice work.

Right.

You guys drugged or something?

Lost heart, my foot.

You know, if this gold matches the gold from Sacramento, it's pretty much a slam

dunk on your boss.

Can I borrow this?

You guys want to give me some help over here?

Mitch.

Hey, it's Ryan.

Okay, listen to me. I know this is going to sound really weird, but just get

with me on this, okay?

Do you remember we were talking about the Pharaohs and how when they had

something they really wanted to protect or hide, they built all those false

chambers and trick passageways and things like that?

Well, I'm in one right now, and it's behind Anton's shop, okay?

It's at the rear end on the right -hand side.

So come get me when you get this.

Also, there are a bunch of bald guys here that you'll see, but don't worry

them. They're harmless.

Okay, so come get me when you get this.

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Thank you.

Brian? Never once he took my advice.

Hey, it's Ryan.

Okay, listen to me. I know this is going to sound really weird, but just get

with me on this, okay? Oh, please, don't tell me you're still into this.

They built those false chambers.

And the trick passageways, I'm in one of those right now. And it's behind

Anton's shop.

It's at the rear end on the right -hand side.

Oh, what are you, nuts?

Now's the first time since the tomb was opened that the stars are in the same

meridian for the portal to be activated.

Well, she didn't go there already. That sure was nothing.

Oh, God almighty, I tell you.

Bye.

You guys see a brunette about this high?

Nice work.

Ryan?

Hell of an entrance.

At least I'm on the right track.

Ryan?

Time has finally come.

The treasures have been reassembled. The meridian is aligned. Soon the light

will reach this gatekeeper and enable it to open the portal.

As amazing as it is that you've reassembled all the treasures, you could

found a way of doing it without killing people.

To you, death is a tragedy.

To us, death is an opportunity.

You came here because you were fascinated.

To you, it is not legend. It is not myth.

It is real to you.

Which means you're going to kill me too.

On the contrary, Miss McBride.

You are fascinated by the rites of passage now.

You will experience them yourself.

That's really not necessary.

Come, Miss McBride.

The ancestors anxiously await our arrival.

Trust, once you get there, you will not want for company.

But I like my company here.

I can find plenty of company right here. Never with the satisfaction you will

find with us.

Never.

Brian!

Hey, Don, let her go!

Wherever you go, she's not going with you!

What? The portal widens. We will cross over to the other side and reside

forever. As it was written, as it will be done.

What the hell?

Where is he going?

I don't know.

We didn't see this, didn't we?

See what?

Mitch, you know, in the absence of proof, the wise withhold both belief and

disbelief. I don't believe in legends. I don't believe in curses. Oh, and what?

You don't believe in mummies?

Maybe mummies.

What's so funny?

I just had a flash on the look of the insurance adjuster's face.

Well, Mrs.

Cromwell tries to explain to him what happened to all of her priceless

treasures.

Yeah, well, she'll have us as witnesses.

Yeah, right.

What do you mean, yeah, right? You're going to testify to this, aren't you?

Don't believe in legends, don't believe in curses, don't believe in mummies.

Rich, come on, don't do this to me. I don't want to stand there by myself.