All language subtitles for Baywatch Nights s02e17 Servant

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.