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It keeps going...

Traces of the tools that dug this...

Four thousand years ago.

Give me the tools.

"Khnum-Khufu."

Farouk...

It's Cheops.

You know what that means?

It's a reserve head, a magical head.

The Royal Chamber might be just over there.

"Found here and taken to France,

the 2nd Thermidor of the year VII."

What's that? Who wrote it?

A tourist.

What are you talking about?

A tourist in 1799.

The Egyptian Campaign.

They used to graffiti everywhere, back then.

What's the bug underneath?

What is it? A fly?

Do you get the feeling we've seen this somewhere before?

Empty rooms? We've seen loads, yeah!

I don't mean that. I mean this.

They walled it up.

Come on, yallah!

We don't have the right gear.

I've been waiting 30 years for this and you whine about gear?

Go on!

- It's tricky. - Please.

Knock it down!

Go on.

Can you smell fried food?

Alright, that's enough.

I'll do it myself. Give me the mallet.

Stop!

Dammit.

It's okay, I'm fine.

- You okay? - Hurry up!

I said it wasn't the right gear!

- Nice work, Farouk. - Dammit!

That treasure's been lost for 4,000 years.

And we have an unbelievable new lead!

- Where to? - The museum, hurry.

TREASURE HUNTERS

Tourists really are the bane of Egypt.

Professor Robinson?

Wrong person, sorry. Have a nice day.

There she is. Don't worry, I'll explain.

Unauthorised digs? What a stroke of genius.

Are you nuts?

- No one recognised us. - Just all of Cairo!

If you'd let me dig three years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess!

- You'll go to jail. - This is big.

- Christian was right. - "Christian was right."

About what? Did you find the royal tomb?

No. But I have proof the treasure of Cheops was moved.

My office.

To prevent looting!

Where did we find Seti I and Ramesses II's funerary treasures?

It's exactly the same for Cheops.

Not this theory again...

You don't want to listen!

What exactly did you find?

The reserve head of Cheops.

- The reserve head of Cheops? - Yes.

And proof that the treasure was moved.

I got that.

No, but moved twice!

Twice, you hear? First in ancient times

and a second time

to France, during Bonaparte's Egyptian Campaign!

- To France? - To France.

You're sure?

It's the police.

Hello?

Hello, Chief Inspector.

It's regarding?

Professor Robinson?

- That was the police! - They'll call back.

Look!

"Found here and taken to France, the 2nd Thermidor of the year VII."

And what does that mean? It means July 1799!

"Found" what beside the head of Cheops?

"Found" what, that was so important they had to leave a message?

I have to pick up.

The English left the same inscription for the Rosetta Stone.

Faiza,

what about repatriation?

You spend your days begging the world to return treasures that belong here.

I give you my word,

if the treasure of Cheops is in France, I'll return it to Egypt myself.

Yes, Chief Inspector...

Yes, it's strange, we were cut off.

You were saying?

A witness recognised him?

Robinson's address?

3, El Tabia Road.

Goodbye, Chief Inspector.

Thank you.

Don't come back empty-handed.

And leave Cairo.

I don't want you here.

We'll leave via Alexandria.

I'll hide there. I've got a pal who...

What are you doing? We haven't got time!

- There. - You know we're in danger?

Look.

- The fly? - No, not the fly.

The ant.

It's the symbol of...

DVD?

Dominique Vivant Denon, exactly.

He accompanied Bonaparte to Egypt.

I'm certain he is the one who wrote the message.

Dominique Vivant Denon returned to France with Bonaparte in 1799,

while all the other scholars remained in Egypt.

- Why didn't he stay? - Exactly.

Why?

And strangely, when he returned to France...

Passport?

Napoleon appointed him director of the Louvre!

The promotion baffled everyone.

So?

Perhaps it was to thank him.

Maybe it was to thank him

for finding a dazzling treasure?

Christian, this is great, but we gotta go.

Come on!

That's it! I've got it.

Got what?

Why I felt I'd seen that place before.

- Why? - Because I had seen it.

Where?

In Paris.

Look.

Wow. Now we're sure.

Yes, definitely.

They should've called us earlier.

Who are they?

Regional Archaeology Department pests.

The R.A.D.?

Seriously? For those bits of junk?

What are they doing? Are they nuts?

Cut it out! There are people below.

I'll tell you when we resume.

Will this take much longer?

This confirms our suspicions.

This is a 3rd century, Gallo-Roman teaspoon.

And a fragment of a bowl. Same era.

Gosh, a bowl and a spoon. Great.

All you need now is some Coco Pops!

I think we can agree, this isn't ground-breaking?

Thanks for the expert opinion.

My pleasure.

We're going to ask for works to halt.

Fine, be my guest.

Sorry?

We've got work to finish, okay?

We'll get the minister to intervene, as usual, then proceed.

Subway workers are all alike.

Drilling tunnels, like moles on ecstasy.

Your machines make you feel powerful?

Yeah.

And dumb?

Alright, enough.

Back to work.

Dammit.

Are you okay, Isis?

No.

What's up?

- My dad's in Paris. - Shit.

Yeah.

Didn't you check the statues' provenance?

Yes, Ms. Deputy.

No one could've known.

The certification was perfectly...

Perfectly fake.

We've got the message. Wait, Ms. Deputy.

There's also the repatriation issue.

So many requests. Notably, Egypt.

Between what's being looted today

plus the past, it's endless.

If we give it all back, the Louvre will be empty!

What should I do?

- You? Nothing. - Really?

Soon, it won't be your problem.

Meaning?

We need a scapegoat for this trafficking scandal...

Guillaume!

Oh no.

Hello, Guillaume.

Christian, aren't you in Cairo?

I'm no longer in Cairo.

- You've come from Cairo? - Yes.

We were just discussing Egypt.

Really?

Inspector Camille Consolati, OCBC.

That's trafficking of art works, right?

- Exactly. - I see.

My father-in-law, Christian Robinson, Egyptologist.

Fascinating. You live in Cairo?

Yes, I live over there.

You hid that from me.

I didn't hide anything, I...

We need to talk, privately.

- Excuse me. - Right, sorry...

- Have a nice day. - Excuse me.

Why are you here?

I couldn't get hold of you!

- Do you know him? - By reputation only.

- And? - Brilliant, outspoken.

A bit slippery.

It's bad timing. As usual. But especially today.

No news for months, then you burst in!

- Got it? - Yes.

My office is that way...

- I need Vivant Denon. - What?

I know the Louvre by heart.

Why do you want to go to Denon's old office?

I don't have time for this.

So now the treasure of Cheops is in France?

Blows the mind, huh?

It blows nothing. The idea appals me.

It's ridiculous.

This is incredible.

Everything has remained exactly as Vivant Denon left it in 1815.

You can still feel his presence. It's extraordinary.

Christian, why are we here?

Christian?

Bingo, jackpot!

Bingo, jackpot.

I knew I'd seen that place before.

It's the same date, come see!

What?

The Cheops treasure,

as drawn by Dominique Vivant Denon in 1799.

In Cairo. Before bringing it to France.

So, this drawing's been here 200 years yet no one saw?

How could they? It doesn't mention Cheops.

When Denon drew this treasure

we hadn't yet deciphered hieroglyphics.

We had to wait until 1822,

Champollion,

before we started to understand.

But, if you look closely at the sarcophagus,

you'll see it's made of stone.

Not wood, stone.

It's calcite.

Calcite means Old Kingdom.

It's Cheops!

Can I count on you to help me?

I don't know. I don't think it's a good idea.

- Why? - Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

- What's up? - They're going to fire me.

- Shit. - Yep.

Isis has left me.

Really?

It's bad timing, firing you now.

Goddammit!

I'm sure she's met a guy.

It's extraordinary.

Did he recognise you?

- I don't think so. - Seriously?

I'm joking, of course he did!

You scared me.

Damn, that's good.

What's he on about?

Dunno.

You know his Cheops treasure thing?

- That again? - He says it's hidden in Paris.

In Paris now? Listen...

Don't believe a word he says, okay?

Got that? Trust me.

Sweetie, you're here?

My darling daughter! I'm glad to see you.

- How are you? - Oh, sweetie!

I said to turn down the koshary!

I don't believe it.

What's this?

Water, for Julien's pasta. He doesn't like koshary.

My lovingly-made koshary?

You won't like this koshary?

He can taste, it won't kill him!

"Dearie me, the koshary is too spicy!"

What should Mummy do?

She'll make macaroni with butter and salt

for her delicate little child,

who doesn't like spice, the East, adventure or happiness.

I don't want to meddle, but I think you coddle him.

Yes, best not to meddle.

Why didn't you say you were breaking up with Guillaume?

I don't know.

Perhaps because we never speak

and haven't met for four years?

- It hasn't been four. - Are you serious?

I know you're used to counting in millennia.

Time's relative, but...

It's delicious. Will you taste my koshary?

No, I don't like it.

Really? That's new. What's got into you?

I don't like it. I think it stinks.

Well, these are nice vibes.

Glad you're pleased.

A truly superb welcome.

Apropos, it was kind to redecorate,

but perhaps you should have asked

before annexing my room. Where do I sleep?

You weren't here! So, sorry.

And where am I now?

I'm here, alright!

Enough. Let's stop getting angry.

I'm so happy to see my daughter.

Great.

So listen carefully.

Know what we'll do?

You sit down. Don't do anything.

I'll handle it. And I'll tell you my news.

I have to tell you. It's extraordinary. Cheops...

- Cheops? - Yes.

Police!

Get up! Get up!

Anyone out back?

All clear behind!

Still don't wanna talk?

Who's in charge?

INTERPOL ALERT.

Bring them in.

Stolen in Cairo in 2011.

And this Venus is from Palmyra.

Like my mother.

They posted the looting online.

Are you the snitch?

I never snitched.

I know it was you who gave the cops the address.

Aren't you making dinner?

- Yes, I'm coming. - It's Granny!

Yeah. You know, your mother was your age when...

How old are you again?

Well, 16.

Right.

- Your mum was younger. - Dinner time!

Her mum died when she was 12, you know?

- In the car accident? - Right.

Does your mum have a boyfriend?

I dunno.

I don't think so.

She says she and Dad have nothing in common, except me...

Your mum was made for adventure,

but she chose bureaucratic archaeology. Go figure...

Julien, your pasta's ready.

I'm coming.

Don't do a thing, I'll handle it all.

Five more minutes.

Got that? Don't do a thing.

Oh crap.

Crap.

Isis?

Isis Robinson,

Middle School.

Secret Diary.

Why's that here?

CATHERINE GIROD, EXHIBITION DIRECTOR

It's 6 AM.

Record haul in Paris yesterday.

Hundreds of antiquities were found in a Paris warehouse.

Police had been hunting for the stolen goods,

which surfaced in the art world with forged certificates.

Auctions, antique dealers...

"Blood antiquities",

sold to finance terrorism.

A lead on Robinson.

- Know his Egypt work? - No.

Illicit digs.

What are you looking at?

You spoke to the police.

Me? Of course not.

Don't want this job anymore?

Yes, I mean...

Why would you think that, Markus?

Your nice store is thanks to me.

I know. I don't get it.

Then show some gratitude!

But, I...

Make me a nice certificate for this canopic vase.

At least three or four former owners.

Credible ones.

Isis!

I'm glad you've called.

- All well? - Not at all.

This is your tenth pocket call today.

You always complain that I don't call you...

Sure, fine, bye.

He does have a point.

- Christian? - Catoche!

I'm glad to see you.

- What's up? - You don't come to Cairo.

So I have to come to you.

I'm a bit busy, what's up?

This is a wonderful store.

- Thank you. - Top of the range.

It must be a huge success.

- You're incredible. - What is it?

The thing is...

You know when you did your Egyptomania exhibition?

- One "Charles Marguerite"... - Yes, Charles.

- He gave a speech. - And?

I need to meet him.

Really, why?

Because I discovered a royal tomb in Cairo.

And it had an inscription.

An inscription in French.

Dated the 2nd Thermidor of the year VII.

This date suggests

that Dominique Vivant Denon found the treasure of Cheops

and brought it here for Napoleon.

I'm obsessed.

Hang on, you're not alone?

Well, no.

- Can't you introduce me? - No, I can't.

- He gets jealous. - Really?

He won't beat me up, will he?

- I'll call Charles. - Promise?

Yes, I promise.

Charles Marguerite. It's very important.

- Promise? - I swear.

Bye.

Your friend is interesting...

The treasure of Cheops in France,

found by Napoleon... It sounds like a joke.

If it were true, it'd be incredible.

My friend's just a bit excited. He's very fanciful.

And a great Egyptologist. I recognised Robinson.

You will help him.

Help him? How?

Seriously?

That's wonderful!

I'll make it up to you. Thanks, Catoche.

You're a bit hard on your dad.

He's super nice.

Sure, at first.

A bit "Indiana Jones".

Really?

Even kinda sexy.

You're nuts! Out of your mind.

Who's Catoche?

One of your grandpa's exes.

Catoche... I called her "the whore".

It's all fixed.

Catoche is wonderful.

She's got me a meeting

with the top specialist on Vivant Denon.

It's fantastic.

I'll take Julien.

- No way. - But why?

Because Julien has school.

He can miss one day.

No, he can't.

You learn from adventure!

Not just from school.

"Adventure's just around the corner", as Cendrars said.

It's the school of life!

I prefer regular school.

- You can be so boring. - Thanks.

Little, you were wonderful.

You were alive.

But at high school, you got serious.

- And sad. - From school?

Of course it was school!

High school is like a funnel.

You see teenagers arriving, sensitive, full of life...

They come out, they're accountants.

It's true.

I follow the wind, atop a pile of sand...

- I'll tell you about it. - Please do.

What did the angry Egyptologist say?

It's not Pharaoh.

Julien, your school work.

You don't have to obey. Get it?

- It's not "fair, oh". - Yeah, I got it.

- Tell me how it went tomorrow? - I will.

It's a good one. Remember: it's not "fair, oh".

I got it.

Thank you for your understanding.

- Deepest sympathies. - Thank you.

What's up, who died?

Shut up!

Mum's going to be so angry.

You don't have to tell her!

You're a strange kid.

Does your mum talk about me sometimes?

- Yeah. - What does she say?

She could never count on you,

she was a bit blah...

- That means... - I know some slang.

But this "blah"...

It was because her Mum died?

Not especially.

She visited you in Egypt and you ignored her.

That's nonsense.

I took her to all the museums, to all my digs...

Exactly...

Catoche! Let me introduce my grandson.

- Hello, I'm Catherine. - Julien.

Alright, let's go.

Come in, it's this way.

First, I'll show you Dominique's keys.

Look, don't touch, young man!

Here, the emperor's body was still warm,

when this mask was cast, on his death bed on Saint Helena.

Still warm and, at last, stiff.

Napoleon was a terrible lover, unlike some others...

Of course. Corsican and a soldier, to boot!

It was all wild boars, acorns, and so on.

He called Josephine his "great beast".

Same tactics in love as on the battlefield!

Not enough preliminaries then too eager to attack, right?

Look what happened at Waterloo...

Meanwhile, Denon was, apparently, an exceptional lover.

Absolutely. The prince of eroticism.

Apparently, even Josephine de Beauharnais succumbed.

What about these keys?

All these keys belonged to Dominique.

- Who's Dominique? - Denon!

Vivant Denon. Dominique.

Vivant Denon. DVD.

Dominique Vivant Denon.

And so?

DVD?

Now, I happened to be

at the Père Lachaise cemetery when Catherine called.

We have a small society

who faithfully oversees the upkeep of his tomb.

Yes, you mentioned your friends.

So... these keys?

Well...

these keys...

Well, now...

Grandpa,

who assembled this collection,

often told me about a treasure

that Dominique apparently hid in Paris for Napoleon.

- Treasure? - Charles...

You never told me that.

A great treasure.

That the emperor would later try to use

to negotiate an escape from Saint Helena.

Really?

And how?

By bribing Poppleton.

- Poppleton? - Exactly.

Poppleton?

One of his English jailers.

Now, Poppleton's daughter

is said to have found in a snuff box

a secret message from Dominique to Napoleon,

probably mentioning this treasure.

- I don't get it. - No matter.

Take photos, discreetly.

I'm confused. What happened to the message?

Sadly, Poppleton's daughter

mysteriously disappeared in 1787.

In 1787? But that's impossible, Charles.

- I was misled? - That's not it.

If it were Poppleton's daughter, it must be at least 1800...

I can't give you the exact minute!

Just a little joke.

It can't upset anyone, after all this time.

Of course. So, about those keys?

Grandpa thought that one of them

opened the hiding place for the treasure.

But where and what treasure?

I've often thought of the treasure of the Templar.

This is the treasure of Pharaoh Cheops.

Could you tell me

if you recognise one of these objects?

Take your time. It's extremely important.

No, nothing.

Perhaps try with glasses?

Nothing to be ashamed about.

No, doesn't ring a bell.

Come see Dominique's collection

of Egyptian antiquities.

- I'd love to. - Don't think that...

What's that?

That's a mummified foot.

From a young girl, not much older than you.

Awesome.

But be careful.

Remember? Be careful.

Touch nothing.

Shit.

What's up?

Nothing.

- You've found it? - It's wonderf...

What's going on, Julien?

- I knew it. - I'm sorry!

I hate young people!

- It was an accident. - I'll never bring you again.

- Never. - You said to take photos!

I said to take photos, not break everything.

It's a disaster.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

Why won't you tell me?

You don't want to know.

I've got to go.

I'm glad we didn't find anything.

Follow the antiques dealer, I'll tail the granddad.

Let me go!

Get off me. I'm coming.

- We've got a problem. - What?

She's been kidnapped.

Come on, what's going on?

You screwed up. It happens to the best of us.

Stop moping.

I'm not moping. Not remotely.

I didn't say in front of your friend,

but I found this by the mummy's foot.

When everything fell down, some box opened

and this was hidden inside.

It's Egyptian, right? Hieroglyphs...

What is it?

What's up with him?

I can't believe I yelled at you.

You're a genius, you hear?

A genius. Know what this is?

The seal of Cheops.

So, you found this key

in that crystal box

among the...

dried flowers...

Yes, it was inside. It opened when everything fell.

- Shit, it's Mum. - Don't answer.

- It's a key? - Yes.

It's a pin tumbler key.

A key to open hiding places.

If Dominique Vivant Denon

left this key among the Malmaison roses

then perhaps it opens something there...

Might the treasure of Cheops

have been deposited there

on his return from Egypt?

No, don't answer.

What's "Malmaison"?

It's a château, near Paris.

The home of Josephine de Beauharnais.

Napoleon's first wife.

AKA "Rose", hence the flowers. See?

Josephine was very close friends

with Vivant Denon.

It was thanks to her that Vivant Denon accompanied Bonaparte to Egypt.

Who's Bonaparte?

Excuse me?

- Just kidding. - You scared me.

Hang on, here's something else.

- There. - You're right.

It looks like ancient Greek.

"Lethe".

- "Lethe"... - What's that?

"Lethe" means forgetfulness, or a secret.

- Where now? - To the château.

- It still exists, right? - Yes, but don't you want...

to call your mum?

You're nuts, she'll say no. Come on.

Markus, what on earth is going on?

Why didn't you pick up?

Because I was...

Where were you?

I was with Robinson.

You asked me to help him!

Give me that.

Treasure hunt going well?

It's going nowhere.

You're a very bad liar.

Catoche,

I'm looking at a pin tumbler key,

stamped with the seal of Cheops.

Call me back quickly, please.

But...

Seriously, I was...

I was with him.

I don't know anything about a key.

Call him back.

- Right now? - Yes.

Now.

It goes to voicemail.

What is a pin tumbler key?

Dad?

Julien?

Call you back.

The château's near Rueil-Malmaison?

What...

- Bad timing? - What's up?

I said I'd call when I had news.

Your son runs away and...

He didn't. The school sent condolences.

Don't change the subject!

I'm going upstairs! Hear that?

I'll punch your boyfriend's face.

What? Guillaume, wait...

Guillaume!

Watch out! I took judo, asshole!

Guillaume, what is this?

Where's that asshole?

Who was that guy?

- What guy? - The one upstairs.

You saw a guy upstairs?

You said it was an existential crisis.

I moved out, like a fool!

I've been so naïve.

Why didn't you tell me?

- You're nuts. - Sure. I'm nuts.

You're insane!

You're hurting everyone!

This is Julien's cry for help.

You find it funny?

It's not a cry for help! He hasn't run away.

It's my dad's tactic. Invent a funeral...

- Dammit! - Sure, blame your dad.

Let's sit down here.

We're not going inside?

- We'll time travel. - Seriously?

You'll see. Close your eyes, buddy.

- Okay. - Right.

So, it's Monday, March 25.

That is, a Monday in 1814.

More than 200 years ago.

At 3 PM, just like today.

The sky was the same,

the sound of the wind was exactly the same,

the birdsong was the same.

The temperature of the air on your skin was exactly the same.

Now open your eyes, look up at the sky.

Look at the sky.

It's the same sky as in 1814.

Look at this rose.

It's exactly the same rose as in 1814.

Do you feel a frisson of the past?

- Is this a joke? - Mum?

- You found us! - I said "no".

Take your bag, we're leaving.

- Hurry up! - Please, honey.

Listen, Dad: he's my son, okay?

You don't screw him up too.

Come on!

Keep your hair on, no one died.

- Let's go. - I wanted to come.

Yeah, right. I know his tricks.

I swear! Look what we found.

That's enough, Julien. You hear?

It has the seal of Cheops.

- So? - Grandpa and I think...

it opens a hiding place in the château.

- Right? - I see.

You're picturing some secret door, hiding a treasure... Right?

- Pretty much. - Seriously?

But, Mum...

We'd be dumb to leave without checking?

Right?

Fine, so "Lethe"... "Lethe" what?

Lethe, the river of forgetfulness. Big help.

It also means "secret".

Secrets and forgetfulness.

We're close, Isis.

Fine.

We'll take a peek. But no more than five minutes, okay?

Let's go.

Well done. Nice job.

- How did you find us? - Your phone.

I got 300 pocket calls.

BATTLE OF THE PYRAMIDS

- I'm only doing this for Julien. - Of course.

Hey!

Stop that.

- Hello. - Hello.

Stop it.

No, no, no!

No, Dad.

Oh god.

Dammit.

Where's the gentleman gone?

It's forbidden.

Don't worry. He's with me.

We're doing an official inspection...

to check damp in the region.

No one warned me.

That's odd. Can you check? They should have.

I'm baffled.

It's very strange.

Nothing there.

This huge library

is the work of the architect Pierre Fontaine.

A small staircase,

rather narrow, is hidden over in that corner.

It allowed Napoleon access to his apartments,

on the first floor.

That's all very nice,

but you forgot to mention, Madam, that Napoleon

reinstated slavery.

Closing time.

Yes, he brought back slavery.

We'll head to the exit,

don't forget the guidebook.

We're closing, sir.

- Now we're stuck. - No, not at all.

We have the place to ourselves, buddy!

- But about the alarms? - There's no night guard.

The alarm system is old and as the roof leaks....

It's shocking they maintain places like this so badly.

Alright, anyway...

To avoid short circuits, they cut the alarm.

- How do you know? - I asked.

Of course she asked.

We were inspectors, right?

You don't do things by halves...

There's no cameras?

No one monitors the cameras at night, buddy.

What are they playing at?

- I'm hungry. - Me too.

No sandwiches left?

Typical Professor Robinson outing.

- We're hungry. - Not true.

I have snacks. My apologies.

Here, buddy. Enjoy.

Marathon bar? What's that?

Marathon? That's got to be 30 years old.

If you don't want it...

You broke it!

Gross. Even the food is archaeological!

We've been here at least five minutes now.

Hey, stop it. That's Josephine's bed.

Get up.

What is it?

- So? - No.

- It's a big closet. - I'll check.

That's strange.

What?

- Come see. - You found something?

Look.

The letter "alpha", twice.

You're right...

In ancient Greek, if you add

alpha and end of "lethe",

the word becomes "alethea".

And the word "forget",

becomes the word "revelation".

Look, it opens up.

- Give me the key. - You have it.

Alethea...

Yallah

- There's nothing here. - You're right, nothing.

Yes, there is.

Look, kids.

I was right.

What is it?

Proof that the treasure of Cheops was kept here, in this room.

- Really? - Yes, really!

Look! It's calcite.

All sarcophagi from the Fourth Dynasty were made of calcite.

Who is it?

Shit, what is it?

- Is it Cheops? - Don't be silly.

I'm kidding. It's Josephine?

No, honey, Josephine's been buried since 1814.

And the dress is more recent.

Late 19th century, I'd say.

She's completely mummified.

There's a little notebook, look.

Her name was Henrietta Poppleton.

Her father was a captain in the 53rd Regiment.

He was an orderly at Longwood House.

He was one of Napoleon's guards on Saint Helena.

Poppleton!

The old collector talked about him.

She was looking for the treasure!

Look.

"Dominique Vivant Denon." Dad...

Look.

"Message sent by Dominique Vivant Denon to the emperor in exile... "

It's the coded message

with the location of the treasure!

Who's that?

- Where? - There.

When she died, locked in here, in December 1873,

the château was uninhabited.

The word "treasure" pops up everywhere.

The last words she wrote were: "God save the Queen",

"Napoleon"...

- "Jobbernowl". - What's that?

It means "Napoleon... jerk".

Let's summarise. The treasure was hidden here,

probably when Josephine died.

So that means after 1814.

This treasure really gets around.

How could I have missed it!

These hieroglyphs...

They must have been engraved later.

See? You can tell if you look at the metal.

- You're right. - Yes!

Of course. It must've been after 1820.

So, Dad? What's your point?

That's why the treasure is no longer here!

- I'm lost. - Me too.

Listen carefully.

The treasure was hidden here,

in this room, probably on his return from Egypt.

We all agree on that, right?

Yes, we all agree.

A gift from the emperor,

encouraged by Dominique Vivant Denon,

who was a great friend

and almost certainly the lover of Josephine de Beauharnais.

No proof, but we know.

The roses, the little key kept in his memory...

In short, the treasure stayed here until 1815, I believe.

So, what happens in 1815?

It's the Hundred Days, Napoleon returns to France!

Napoleon's famous "Hundred Days". And Josephine has died.

What does Napoleon do?

He makes a pilgrimage to Malmaison.

Cue: big emotions.

Sniff, sniff, tears, shock. But, above all...

he entrusts Vivant Denon with the task of moving the treasure.

Perhaps to the Louvre!

Possibly. What then?

Sadly, the Emperor's return is short-lived.

In 1815, the Empire falls.

And, also in 1815,

Denon is fired from the Louvre!

Like Dad.

How so?

Exactly. He was fired, liked Dad.

What's going on?

Later.

He's resourceful. He'll be fine. He's got flaws...

but Guillaume's strong too. So!

Vivant Denon quits the Louvre.

There's no way he'll leave the loot for the royalists!

What does he do? He hides the treasure elsewhere

and sends a coded message to Napoleon in exile

to tell him the location. And we have it.

Now, we just need to decipher the message in the notebook.

Come on.

Let's get out of this depressing hole.

- And the Englishwoman? - The Englishwoman...

It's obvious!

She found the message, years later...

And she wanted adventure?

Needed a dowry?

Who knows how Englishwomen thought back then!

But by the time she began hunting

the treasure had moved.

So why's she stuck here?

Shit!

- What happened? - The door!

- I did nothing. - Open it!

- What did you do? - I just leaned here.

Honestly...

- They went this way. - It's beautiful here.

- It doesn't work. - There.

That answers your question!

The key doesn't work inside.

And now we're in deep shit.

How did she get in, with no key?

The door must've been open.

A random draught...

Who cares how she got in.

- Crap! - Oh no.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault. Just typical Grandpa.

It's entirely his fault!

And largely yours too.

We'll die here, just like her.

Come on, don't say that.

Back then, the château was abandoned...

Today, someone will hear us.

It's an abandoned château

He doesn't know where to go

Tonight

Tonight

Abandoned

Abandoned

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

What's that?

Police!

Are you okay?

Is someone there?

- We're here! - We're locked in!

Come on. It's thanks to him we got out.

You found nothing, of course.

- Of course. - Well, actually...

Don't bore him with details.

- Thanks for coming. - Your boyfriend wasn't free?

Right. Or maybe he can't drive!

You're nuts.

I can't go to school. I'm exhausted.

That's the downside of adventures. You can sleep tonight.

Get your bag and hurry, you're going to be late.

- I can't find my bag. - Then look for it!

I'm off to work. See you tonight.

My father? A smuggler?

That's absurd, Vincent. What proof have they got?

Apparently, in Egypt he was involved

in some unauthorised digs.

Digs? Gosh...

Yikes.

That doesn't sound like him.

He's always been very law abiding.

It's not just that. Your husband's been flagged

in an investigation on antiquities smuggling.

Seriously? No way.

- You find it funny? - Not at all.

No, but seriously, not Guillaume.

Isis, don't you find it strange?

Your dad on shady digs in Egypt,

your husband at the Louvre...

You don't see a link?

My dad and Guillaume working together?

- On some illegal project? - Yes.

- It's impossible. - What about you, Isis?

A fictitious inspection?

Locked up in a château, then arrested?

- What's up? - Sorry.

It was a one-off.

I'm sorry, I have no choice. I have to...

- Have to... - Have to...

- Suspend you. - What?

- You can't. - I must.

- No! - Yes.

We can review things once the investigation is over.

Catoche! What a nice surprise.

Come in. I'll make you a karkadeh tea.

I can't stay, Christian. Just give me the notebook.

I'll start on the translation.

You're not stubborn, you're relentless!

I told you, no one takes my notebook.

What's going on? Let me go.

- Who's he? - Markus Gasburger.

- You know him? - Yep.

A Belgian.

Supplies art and antiques to billionaires.

- Come on. - Markus!

You promised not to hurt him!

- Shut up! - Let me go.

How could you do this to me?

I had no choice. I'm sorry.

Just give him the notebook.

What notebook?

Stop fooling around, he works with terrorists!

You bastard!

I know all about your trafficking.

- I know exactly who you are. - Perfect.

Then you know my methods.

What do you want?

- The same as you. - The same as me?

- The treasure. - The treasure?

- Of Cheops. - Of Cheops?

- You'll repeat everything? - You repeat everything!

Sit down.

What's that? Who's upstairs?

Call the police and hide!

Markus, please.

I love playing hide and seek.

Where's the damn phone?

One.

Julien!

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

- The Louvre guy? - That's all we need!

I don't believe it.

- Shit, he's seen us. - Wait.

He's back again?

Waiting for my wife? Get out!

What's your problem?

Come on!

- She's my wife, asshole! - Dad!

Julien!

Found you.

Give me the notebook.

Come on!

Hand it over.

Julien!

Shouldn't we intervene?

No, too soon. I'm after Gasburger.

Are you okay?

What did you do to him?

Julien!

- No, you stay here. - Okay.

- Who are you? - Let me go!

Keep walking!

- What happened? - That crazy guy.

He started fighting. Thinks I'm seeing his wife.

Why are you bringing me? You've got the notebook.

And now we need to decipher it.

We'll follow them.

We're out of ice, Dad.

Thanks, hon.

Ouch.

What happened here?

What's going on? You had a fight?

- It's entirely my fault. - That's right.

It's all my fault.

You're not serious?

Mum's piano. Dammit...

- What have you done now? - Mum, listen.

We were attacked.

They stole the notebook.

He threw me out the window.

Your husband caught him!

And your lover isn't your lover.

Stop!

You called the cops?

- We can't. - Too dangerous.

They work with terrorists.

What have you done now?

Have you been trafficking?

Trafficking?

It's why you're fired?

Seriously? We never trafficked together!

Am I serious? Take a look at yourself.

The house is a tip, he's not at school.

We're a gang, not a family!

Calm down, Isis, please.

Calm down. You're tired. We haven't slept. Come on.

- I know what you're like. - No, you don't.

You're selfish. And Mum died because of you.

- Please... - You're toxic.

I'm sick of you.

You ruin my life.

We're never safe with you.

Now get out of my house.

Put that down. Can't you see everything's ruined?

It's kinda my house too...

Then get out of your house!

But Mum...

Go with your dad. Go on.

Guillaume?

I found your sleeping bag from Scouts!

It's in your bedroom.

Thanks, Mum.

Keep the noise down.

Don't stay up too late!

It's your dad again.

I don't care.

You know, I couldn't stand my dad either.

But now he's gone

and I miss him.

I'll wait until he's dead then.

Your mother died in a car accident?

Yes.

Why say it was his fault?

Because she was so unhappy.

Besides, he won't discuss it. He clearly feels guilty.

- Let's get started? - Yeah.

Ease it into the corner.

Hang on.

There's something...

- What? - Look. What is it?

It's a bundle of letters.

All addressed to my mother.

"My dear Babette, I'm writing to you..."

Your father?

No, it's not his handwriting.

And he never called her Babette.

"With all my love, Takeshi."

Takeshi? That's Japanese. Who is he?

I don't know.

You'll turn off the light soon?

If I don't get my eight hours, I'm no good the next day.

Shit...

I can't believe it.

What will you do?

What's this?

What is it?

Isis?

I don't understand anything!

Come on...

Isis?

Why didn't you tell me?

You'd just lost your mum, Isis.

But later?

I should've told you she was leaving us to be with her lover?

Either way.

You put me in boarding school and went off to Egypt?

It was no place for a child.

What was Takeshi like?

I'm the wrong person to ask.

Moody. The silent type, who thinks he's deep.

Incredibly boring.

He drove his car as badly as he conducted his orchestra.

- How's the treasure hunt? - Nada.

Look at this ribbon.

It was in Poppleton's notebook.

I must've put it in my pocket at Malmaison.

Look.

It's the same letters as in the notebook.

The message sent to Napoleon, right?

It's a scytale, Dad.

- A scytale? - Yes.

In that case, we need a baton to roll it around.

Try that.

It's incredible.

You're a genius, sweetheart!

- Yep, a genius. - It won't work.

Wrong diameter.

Morning, ma'am!

Sorry to bother you. It'll just take a moment.

I need a baton for this scytale.

That's no good either.

DVD.

What about DVD?

His grave. It's here!

Thanks so much, goodbye. Have a nice day. Left!

I totally forgot!

Denon Path, 10th Division

- I'm coming. - I'll wait.

No, I'm fine. Let's go!

"Location in N4 Louvre."

Dad, it works!

Dad...

Dammit.

"Location N4 Louvre."

- I'm fine. - Yes...

"Location N4 Louvre."

It's broken.

We'll call Guillaume.

- All better then? - Yes.

Etruscan... Egyptian.

Here.

The 1815 collections register.

Thank you.

What exactly are you looking for?

N4, my dear André, N4.

But why?

N4... N4...

- There. I think I've found N4. - Yes, there's N4.

Come on, we're listening!

So, we've found N4. It happens to be...

the reference number for a mummy.

A mummy? Are you serious?

Brought back from Egypt by DVD.

- DVD? - Dominique Vivant Denon.

Ah, DVD.

Fine. So where is this mummy?

I'm sorry, the mummy no longer exists. It was destroyed.

Destroyed? What do you mean?

Poorly preserved, it deteriorated.

The museum got rid of it by burying it in 1828,

in a mass grave beneath the gardens of the Louvre.

The Louvre gardens? Maybe it's still there.

No, Dad. When they built the pyramid, the entrance hall,

and the mall, they dug up everything.

Shit!

Shit, shit!

So what? It's over?

Why's this mummy so special?

It's my father-in-law...

Another madcap story about DVD hiding a treasure map...

Well, it came to nothing. Thanks anyway.

You're welcome.

Hello?

Oh crap...

What's she doing?

- Shit! - Dammit, come on.

Police!

Thank you.

I'll tell you everything!

Sure, come on.

Get in the car.

Goddammit!

Vivant Denon was an idiot. A total idiot!

He brings Cheops' treasure to France,

picks up a mummy on the way,

and stuffs the treasure map inside it!

It's total lunacy.

It's an absolutely ridiculous idea!

The guy is a moron!

- Calm down. - He's a pain.

He's messing with us!

It doesn't make sense. Why all this rigmarole?

Why not just send the location of the treasure to Napoleon in exile?

He'd already moved it once. Perhaps he thought it was easier.

Easier?

More like shooting yourself in the head!

I used to admire the guy.

His poise, his collection...

He was somebody. But his mind was so twisted!

Because now we're totally screwed.

Totally screwed.

Isis?

- What's she doing? - Dunno.

Maybe the mummy's not lost, Dad. Maybe it's here!

Come on!

No, Dad, this way... Quick.

Come on!

- It's Hugo's "Les Misérables". - Exactly.

In 1830,

martyrs of the revolution were buried

in a mass grave in the gardens of the Louvre.

I suddenly remembered.

Yes, and?

Until they were exhumed in 1840

to put them here, behind that!

- I'm lost, Mum. - Listen, please!

When they dug up the revolutionaries,

maybe they also took the mummy, buried a few years earlier?

You mean the clue to find the treasure

might have, by mistake,

been placed here, behind this wall?

Maybe.

That's awesome.

Make your way to the exit, we're closing.

No.

No more screw ups! We'll do things my way.

Come on.

That's it. That door, there.

- So cool. - Let's go.

- Hang on! - What?

Wait for André.

Why did you bring that bore along?

He helped, he wants to come! He supported me.

It's a trip for us.

- There'll be others. - Really?

We're going underground...

- He'll find out! - Okay.

- Come on! - Let's go.

Come on.

- André! - Yes, yes...

"Paris" comes from the Latin, "para Isis".

For "Isis".

Notre-Dame was built over a temple to Isis.

Not true, dear sir!

I beg your pardon,

but it's depicted on the Pillar of the Boatmen,

currently at the Cluny Museum.

She was worshipped by the Parisii,

ancient tribes based on Paris's Île de la Cité!

That theory is completely false!

The temple was dedicated to Jupiter, alright?

And the word "Parisii" comes from the Celt "per-iseu".

Yes. But Isis was worshipped in Paris.

We're not on a school outing!

This isn't a guided tour, dammit!

He's mistaken.

"Per-iseu". That's the etymology.

I don't think so.

Great.

It's the right key.

How did you get all these keys and passes?

Bureaucratic archaeology can be useful, right?

- Excuse me. - Go ahead.

Come on, what are you doing?

I've got a bad feeling about that guy...

- Come on. - I agree. He's weird.

Adventuring suits you.

Really?

Is this it?

The crypt is just behind here.

Look... Look!

You're right.

Alright, Guillaume. It's over to you.

This is your moment.

Stand aside.

How many corpses are here?

Around 500...

The crypt is inside the pipes of a fountain that was never built.

It was set to be a giant elephant.

The elephant from "Les Misérables", Gavroche's hiding place?

Exactly.

- Who's Gavroche? - No way!

I'm just kidding!

Gavroche hides in the plaster model of this giant elephant.

And Gavroche dies.

The most beautiful passage.

How does it go again?

"I've fallen to earth, 'Tis the fault of Voltaire.

With my nose in the gutter, 'Tis the fault of...

But this grand little soul had taken its flight."

What's that?

Ghosts...

Very funny. It's just the subway.

Right, let's go. We'll try to open it.

Lift.

- Lift. - It's impossible.

One, two, three...

- The mummy's in there? - It can't be.

Even damaged, we'd see it. It will look different.

It's not in this one. Let's close it.

We'll try that one.

Open that one.

Let's go.

One, two, and lift.

That's it. Lift, lift, lift!

Come on!

Nothing there.

That one.

One, two...

Careful!

Careful.

Nothing here.

Wait!

What?

What?

There it is.

There it is.

There.

- Look. - It's open there.

I can feel something.

- It's a box? - Oh man...

Come on, open it.

What is it?

A letter from Vivant Denon.

Look.

The signature...

- Look, Dad. - What does it say?

It's the map to find the treasure.

Hang on...

- That's odd. - What?

What is it?

- What's up? - It looks like it's here.

Here?

But where?

Right here. Under the Bastille.

In this crypt? That's impossible!

When Vivant Denon hid the map to find the treasure,

the mummy was still in the Louvre. None of this existed yet.

But the fountain pipes were here.

Are you sure?

Vivant Denon supervised the project for Napoleon.

He knew it inside out.

We must be close.

An abandoned underground network.

The perfect hiding place.

I'll check over there.

The pipes continue this way!

- Go ahead, Guillaume. - Excuse me.

- Alright. - Dad...

Get out of the way, please.

- Let's go? - Come on!

Look. It's that way, right?

Let's go.

- Come on. - Okay, okay.

Awesome!

I thought sewer crocodiles were a legend...

- Me too. - Sobek...

The crocodile god.

Who accompanies the souls of the pharaohs.

Hope there aren't others.

There's nothing to worry about. We're returning the treasure to Egypt.

There's no risk for us. None at all.

Come here.

Yallah, Dad.

And Egypt gets all of it...

- Come look. - Goodness.

Come and see!

- Look. - What?

What?

Know what this is?

This gold falcon represents more than just the god Horus.

It's also the divine essence of Cheops.

He was a god on earth too. And this is the image of his soul.

Dammit.

Hello, Markus?

Can you hear me?

Markus, we've found it!

We've found it.

Yes, the map. But the treasure too.

Who are you calling?

Looking for me?

See that?

Come on.

- Where are we going? - Shut up.

Let go of me!

That was the subway too?

Give me some light.

Light, please.

Sure.

- How could I have missed it? - What?

What's up, Isis?

We're too close to the site of the new subway.

Shit!

What's happening, Isis?

Shit!

Where's Julien?

Julien's not here.

Julien!

Julien, where are you?

I can't see him anywhere.

- Julien! - Hurry, Dad.

- Isis, his helmet... - Julien!

- Come, Christian. - Julien!

Look at that.

- Cool it. - It's incredible.

Cool it.

Micky?

Take him away.

Julien!

It's stopped...

Julien!

He shouldn't be here.

It's my fault.

- You? That's a first. - Julien!

Look.

Julien!

André?

Julien?

Hang on, wait.

Keep moving.

Police!

Put down your weapon.

Get over here.

Who is it?

Markus Gasburger...

Pichard?

I told you I didn't trust him.

- Where's my son? - You're an odd family.

Bringing a kid to a place like this!

Cut the crap. Where's my grandson?

Up there.

He's safe.

- Boris, take them. - Come on.

I'll go.

This treasure belongs to Egypt.

- Get out of my way. - Dad...

"May all desecrators be punished.

The curse of the gods will follow in their wake,

will pursue them across the seas and over the mountains."

Terrifying.

- What's that? - The subway.

Yes, it's the subway. Definitely.

- Come on. - Quick!

Hurry, Christian.

Walk quickly.

Come on, Markus.

Hurry.

Quickly!

- Sweetheart? - I'm here.

Dad?

- Are you all okay? - Yes.

- We can't stay here. - Come on.

Don't worry, they're coming.

Mum?

- Mum! - Julien...

- You okay? - I'm fine.

Truly?

Breaking news this morning: a fatal accident

on a work site of the Paris subway...

SUBWAY WORK SITE: TWO DEAD AND EGYPTIAN TREASURE DISCOVERED

MISS POPPLETON FOUND MUMMIFIED

"UNDER PARIS, THERE'S ANOTHER PARIS"

UP CLOSE WITH THE ROBINSONS

This is very major news.

The treasure of Cheops,

stolen during the reign of Napoleon,

finally returns to Egypt.

A great French Egyptologist,

Christian Robinson, found it in Paris,

under the Place de la Bastille, and brought it back to Egypt.

Our most valuable treasure can now be found

in our own museum.

Hurry over there to take a look!

What was that quote about desecrators?

"The curse of the gods..."

"Will follow in their wake...

will pursue them across the seas and over the mountains."

That's not Egyptian.

Rascar Capac.

You know? Rascar Capac.

What's that?

From Tintin. "The Seven Crystal Balls"...

Amazing.

Who's Tintin?

To my father, Christian Schulz