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Carter!

Poor Winlock is practically
consumed with envy.

Mm. I don't know why.

Haven't found anything yet.

There could be
nothing down there at all.

Don't worry.
I wasn't going to jinx it.

It's just, he was digging here
for ten years

and he never
even found the steps.

Well, there were workmen's huts,

left over from
the tomb of Ramesses.

Dick Cruz had been storing tools
in them.

They'd been there
for thousands of years.

The steps were underneath.

You believed they were there.

Oh, God, this waiting.

Yes, I know.

You could offer me a drink.

- Evelyn...
- Carter.

What happened between us...

Me kissing you, you mean?

Yes.

It...

It wasn't appropriate.

- No. It wasn't.
- No.

Offer me a drink, Carter.

Would you like a drink?

This is complicated.

You're the daughter of an earl.

I was aware.

And...

Society.

I mean, look at me,
for God's sake.

I haven't really ever been...

Carter, I don't care.

I don't care
what you haven't really been.

I know exactly
what I care about.

You should probably go.

To dinner. Whatever it is
you people do out there.

Well, then,
you should be a gentleman.

Walk me home.

Maya!

Water! Here!

You're welcome.

Oh! What on Earth are you doing?

Lending a hand.

Evelyn... You can't carry water.

Well, it seems I can, though.

I have been all morning.

And entertaining the troops
into the bargain.

No, it's just, you...
You really shouldn't...

Look, Carter. I can't just
sit around waiting.

I need something to do.
So I'm doing this.

All right?

Papa has gone to Cairo.

I'm to convey the message
that if I'm in the way,

you're to send me back.

- In the way.
- Mm-hm.

Right, well. Erm...

Take a load of water to the men,
will you?

Yes, and then fill up
the troughs for the mules. Hm?

Mr. Carter?

Yes?

Er, my name's Merton.
I... I don't believe we've met.

I'm the Times correspondent
in Cairo.

How do you do?

Yes, erm,
this site is closed to visitors.

Oh, I see. Well, I...
I didn't mean to intrude,

but you must,
of course, be aware

you are the object of
quite some interest right now.

An undiscovered tomb entrance,

blocked tunnel,
the promise of treasures within.

Yes, I'm afraid there really is

nothing to discuss
at this point,

- so, if you don't mind, I'm...
- Of course, I understand.

But should there become
something to discuss

in due course,

if your endeavors
bear fruit of any kind,

may I just say that the Times
would consider it a privilege

to be allowed
to cover the story.

I mean, I would
consider it a privilege.

You came all the way from Cairo
to say that?

Mr. Carter, I'd go almost to
the ends of the Earth right now

to find a story that doesn't
involve Arabs rioting

or British soldiers
shooting people or civil unrest.

Cairo to the Valley of the Kings
was no distance at all.

- Well, Mr., er...
- Merton.

Mr. Merton.

It seems we're both
hoping for good news.

If, and when, I have some...

I'll be sure to let you know.

Thank you, sir. That's...
that's very kind of you.

Not coming for dinner?

Sometimes it's just
as pleasant to dine alone.

Ah, indeed.

Take a bottle
of the Margaux instead.

Carter prefers it.

Who's there?

Tomb robbers.

But...

I brought food.

Oh.

Well, gentlemen.
You must excuse me.

I will say
good night to you all.

Good night, sir.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

Oh, erm. Have you seen Evelyn?

Oh, I believe she retired
a little while ago, sir.

Oh.

Evelyn?

I went to find you last night
and you weren't in your room.

No, I had trouble sleeping,
so went for a walk.

I don't want you going
off the premises. Not now.

There've been two more killings
in Luxor.

Both British.
We're being targeted.

I didn't know.

Your mother
wants you to go home.

So if you want to stay, I need
to know where you are, hm?

If her mother could see her now,

slaving like a navvy,
she'd have my guts for garters.

And yours, too, I would imagine.

Who knew archaeology
had such risks, eh?

Indeed.

She's very strong-willed, always
has been, since she was a child.

I sometimes worry it'll get her
into trouble one day.

Carter, have you...

Have you considered
the possibility

there might be nothing at all
down there?

I know it's grubby
to talk about money, but, erm...

I've sunk everything into this.

I've always loved a good game,

but now I find I've staked
everything I have

on a turn of the cards.

All right, gentlemen. Proceed.

Sir.

Mind your step.

- What do you have?
- Look.

It's still sealed.

Do you know what this says?

"Amun... Tut... Ankh."

It's him.

This is... It's really him.

This is the tomb.

Er, thank you all very much.

All your hard work, but,
er, that'll be all for today.

Shukran.

Thank you!

Well, what now?

Now we wait.

We wait?

For an official
of the Antiquities Service.

Oh, God. A man to come all
the way from Cairo, I suppose.

It's required, I'm afraid.

Otherwise we lay ourselves
open to charges of tomb-robbing.

They'll take our license,
they'll revoke everything.

What if there's nothing there?
What if it's all gone?

Er...

The spike, the... the mallet.

- Yes.
- Both. Right.

It's too dark.

Can't see a damn thing.

Pass, er, the stick.

Tie them, yes.
Good. Nice and tight.

Can you see anything?

Carter? Can you see anything?

Yes.

Wonderful things.

Yes, yes. Put it in the wall.
Okay.

We'll keep it locked

until the Antiquities Service
gets here.

We mustn't give them
the slightest cause for concern.

Quite right.

What's down there,
what we saw...

Well, under the terms
of the concession,

half of it will go to Cairo,

but the other half will
go to your father.

He'll never have to concern
himself with money again.

Excuse me?

I have something for you.

Huh.

Can't sleep either?

Mm, no. No.

You would think,
having waited ten years,

that we could wait
a few more days,

wouldn't you?

Yes, you'd think.

The block work in the lower
left-hand corner was damaged.

The plaster had come off.

- Stones were exposed.
- Ah.

In fact, now I think about it,

there were no seals in that part
of the door whatsoever.

Really?

Really.

Just do it before we all go mad.

It's intact!

It's intact!

Good God!

Look at all this.

You're the first person
to have touched that

in 3,000 years.

You knew he was here.

You knew you could find him.

Carter!

Where's the coffin?

Has to be here, somewhere.

My God!

There's more. This... this...
this is just the antechamber.

This... this,
this is the burial chamber.

The seals are still intact.

He... He's--he's in here!

We've locked the tomb

until the Antiquities Service
gets here.

So what we need
is a proper system,

so the artefacts can be first
dealt with in situ

and then be brought out
for cataloguing and recording.

We need secure workspaces
for treatment and preservation.

But most of all, we're not...
We need people.

People who understand
what they're doing.

- We need--
- You've seen inside.

Haven't you?

How else would you know who
you need and how many of them?

You already
know what the job is.

Well, don't worry. All your
little secrets are safe with me.

So, tell me what you have
on your hands,

and I will wave my wand
over your endeavors.

A royal tomb.

Still intact.

Now, on your honor now,
not a word, do you hear me?

Yes.

And poor Davis said
the Valley was all dug out.

Hm...

Well,

you may count me
and what remains of my honor

at your disposal.

But all the Met has out here
at the moment is a scratch crew.

Callender and Mace
can join you straightaway,

but for the rest, I'll have
to cable home for the cavalry.

I need to send a cable

to the director of the
Metropolitan Museum in New York.

Yes, sir.

Request all assistance possible.

Howard Carter's dig,
Valley of the Kings. Stop.

Significant expertise required,
all fields. Stop.

Royal tomb. Stop.

Winlock.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Monsieur Lacau.
Good morning to you, sir.

We could not be more
delighted that you're here

with your colleagues from
the Antiquities Service.

Come along, have a drink.

There's people
I'd very much like you to meet.

Of course, first of all,

my esteemed colleague,
Mr. Carter.

- Monsieur Lacau.
- Mr. Carter.

- Mr. Lacau.
- Shall we?

Er... Ah. Right. Erm...
After you.

- Nothing has been tampered with?
- See for yourself.

This is all in order.

Please, Mr. Carter.
You may proceed.

Quite brilliant, I'd say.

But to be completely honest,
I can't take all the credit.

It was Maspero
that recommended Carter to me.

My predecessor's death was a...
great loss to scholarship.

- Such a man of letters.
- Mm, indeed.

Even if his colonial sympathies

sometimes led him to imprudence.

A royal tomb, gentlemen.

- A royal tomb.
- A royal tomb!

We begin at first light.

Now, the Metropolitan
has been unstintingly generous,

so not only do we have--

Well, I don't want to embarrass
anyone by saying its best men,

so I will simply say
its available men.

We also have tools and
materials being brought over

from dig site four.

And they will
be brought over tonight.

Nothing is to be
touched, nor moved

until its initial position
has been recorded.

Harry will take a plate
of the chamber

exactly as it currently stands.

Now, the most urgent steps
are preservation and treatment.

Every item will be
assigned a catalogue number.

We are commandeering
King's Valley 15

as primary
laboratory and storage.

Harry will take a final
reference plate at that point.

And we'll set up a dark room
next door for processing.

Items will be examined,
prepared for storage,

packed and crated

and held there before being
sent on to the Cairo Museum.

Now, every worker
will be searched

coming in and going out,

and that includes us,
gentlemen.

No exceptions.

Needless to say,
what we are uncovering here

is unprecedented.

We simply
cannot be too careful.

Out of my way! Move out!

Get some posts and a rope
and move them back, you hear me?

- Move them all back!
- Yes, Mr. Carter.

Move! Move!

Don't go up there,
it's bloody bedlam.

Well,
what did you expect?

What have you got?

Look at these, I've never seen
anything like them.

Been doing that a bit.

It's reacting to the fresh air
coming in.

Hm.

Our breath.

Humidity.

- Good God.
- The thread's perished.

We could get the laboratory
chaps down here.

No, there isn't enough room.

They're too far gone.

- If we touch them we--
- Wax.

Paraffin wax.

It's neutral, stable.

We melt it down, paint it on,
drip it on,

let it solidify,
and then we lift them out.

I'll get some wax.

And Nut was
lifted up into the sky...

on a canopy over the Earth.

Her dark skin
was sown with stars...

and it was out of this union

that the gods Seth,

Nephthys, Osiris,
and Isis were born.

That's rather a beautiful story.

It is, isn't it?

And then, of course,

Seth becomes jealous of
his brother and murders Osiris.

It's Cain and Abel
all over again.

Yes, it is.

Funny how the same stories
come round and round.

What are we going
to tell your father?

About what?

About us.

Nothing.

Evelyn, he's my patron.

I know.

This is just... you and me.

Hm.

Coming through.

What are they looking at?

It's packing materials.

They're photographing
packing materials.

Bloody idiots. They don't know
what they're looking at.

- Mr. Carter.
- Yes?

Is it true that Lord Carnarvon
is flying treasures

from the tomb

- back to England at night?
- What?

We've heard that
three cargo planes

have been filled and taken off

in secret from
the Valley of the Kings.

Are you transporting
Tutankhamun's treasures

- back to England?
- Of course not!

- Utter nonsense!
- They want a story.

You have the best story
in the world right now,

you see that?

Everyone's had
their fill of war and awfulness.

You have a boy king,

a lost tomb and
the wonders of a forgotten age.

Of course
they want to talk to you.

Well, they'll have
to remain disappointed.

Carter, if they don't get
the story that they want,

they'll look for another story.

Any other story.

They might look so hard
that they find one

we don't want them to find,
do you understand?

I see. Yes.

- Talk to them.
- Yes, all right!

They're just people.

I'll try.

- Mr. Carter.
- Mr. Lacau!

We weren't expecting
the Service today.

I merely wished to observe
your... methods firsthand.

Ah.

There have been
one or two, erm...

shall we say,
unsettling rumors.

Mm. Yes. Well,
you can rest easy.

Everything is here.

Everything
is properly accounted for.

And yet, not everything has made
its way to the Cairo Museum.

Well, you see,
we are sending items along

as soon as they have
been properly packed

for transportation.

Some of the items are
particularly delicate.

We are having to develop methods
of preservation as we go along.

But I was actually
going to ask you, Mr. Lacau,

of the items that we have sent
along to the Museum,

we've yet to hear anything back

on decisions of distribution
of the finds.

Er... I don't understand,
Mr. Carter.

What we find,
what finds we make,

are to be divided. Equally.

The Museum, of course,
gets first pick,

but we've yet
to hear anything back.

Erm... Mr. Carter, I'm afraid
you are very much mistaken.

No, no mistake.

What you describe applies to...

incidental finds in the Valley.

Pottery, or suchlike.

- What?
- Not to a royal tomb.

A royal tomb is
the heritage of Egypt.

It is the property of Egypt,
in its entirety.

No, you see, Mr. Lacau,
that's not the case.

Uh, the terms of the concession,
the law,

is that whatever is found
is to be divided half and half

between...

It's always been that way.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carter,
but you are incorrect.

The law has changed.

It may have always been that way
before, but not any longer.

I'm sorry, what do you mean,
the law has changed? When?

Six weeks ago.

I'm afraid the situation
is entirely legal

and entirely clear.

The contents of any royal tomb,

everything here, in other words,

is the property of
the Antiquities Service

and will remain in Egypt.

Lady Evelyn. Mr. Carter.

Having sunk the greater part

of my fortune into this dig,

I expect this means
I shall be ruined.

We should have seen this coming.

We all knew which way
the wind's blowing,

and it's blowing the British
out of Egypt.

"Six weeks ago,
the law changed."

He must be so
very, very pleased with himself!

Despicable little shit!

- Evelyn!
- 3,000 years

and no one's found it.

No one even thought it was here.

He's buried in Amarna,
he's in an unmarked grave

and the Valley's dug out.

There's nothing left.

Tomb would have been here
for another 3,000 years

if you and Carter
hadn't believed in it.

Now you listen to me.

Your father was
the only man to believe in me.

The only man to back me.

I owe him everything.

And so I will not see him
brought down by this.

I will get his money back,
do you understand me?

Somehow.

Evelyn, I promise you
I will find a way.

I know you will. I know.

Mind out. Let me through.

Let's go inside.

Well, you've heard the news,
and it's far from ideal.

But we keep going.

We all keep going.

What about the money?

Let me worry about that.

Right. Back to work.

Sir?

You want I should find a buyer?

Very quiet.

No.

Absolutely not.

- Mr. Merton?
- Mr. Carter.

Do you have a moment?

Yes.

Perhaps we should go
somewhere a little quieter.

- Yes.
- Please.

Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter!

Tell me, Mr. Merton.

What exactly is it that
you press people want to know?

- What do we want to know?
- Yes.

Everything.

Everything?

Sir, I-I'm not sure you realize.

There is no information.

We're all just
scrabbling over scraps.

What exactly are the finds
that you're bringing out?

We've seen jars and containers.

What's in them?
Why are they there?

What does
the Egyptian writing mean?

People are calling it the Tomb
of the Bird, why is that?

And Tutankhamun, who was he?

Was he a great Pharaoh,
or just a boy who got lucky?

What have you found so far?
What are you hoping to find?

Everything.

Half the day we're just
gossiping amongst ourselves

and wondering what on Earth
that fantastic object

that your chap's
carrying past is on a stretcher.

And you think there is
an appetite for this story?

Mr. Carter.

Right now,
you are the talk of the world.

You could give me
your laundry list

and I'd put it
on the front page.

This is a fairytale
come to life.

Let us write it.

Just... give us access.

Let us see what you see.

No, you see, I can't be dealing
with press or cameras.

- Ah!
- Too much,

it interferes with the dig.

The crowds are already
out of control as it is.

But then--

No, what I'm suggesting here,
Mr. Merton,

is a specific relationship.

You, that is, the Times.

You get access.

I'll talk to you.

I'll show you.

No one else.

And then you can distribute
the story to other newspapers

as you see fit.

But it's one reporter,
it's not a hundred.

What do you think?

- An exclusive, you mean?
- Yes.

An exclusive
with rights to syndicate?

On the tomb of Tutankhamun.

With photographs
and whatever else you choose.

Would that be worth something?

To the Times, Mr. Merton?

Worth something?

Would it be worth enough
to fund my dig?

To pay my men?

For a while, at least.

Well, I-I should have
to cable my editor,

but, erm...

Yes. I believe it would.

I like this house of yours.

Something calm
and silent about it.

When I was growing up,
home always meant noise

and brothers
and babies underfoot.

So when I came out here,
I sort of...

fell in love with the silence.

Perhaps it's the Valley.

Perhaps everyone
falls in love.

Hm.

Is that why you used to live
in your tomb? The silence?

No, that was more necessity
than preference.

Yeah, it was convenient.

Certainly didn't
have to pay rent.

Well, I thought
it was rather romantic.

Yes, poverty only looks romantic

when you look at it
from your stately home.

Well, if it comes to it...

If this little adventure
ends up finishing us

and we have to sell the estate,

we'll get to try it firsthand.

I'm sorry, I didn't...
It won't come to that.

We have war debt.

An entailment.
We're laying off staff.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

We found something wonderful.

Yes, we did.

No regrets, Carter.

Do you really think you should
still be calling me Carter?

Do you think that I should
call you Howard?

- Well, yes. Yes, I do.
- I can't, it's awful!

My name is awful?
You think my name is awful?

It's a little bit awful.

Sorry.

It's just you've always
been Carter.

My Carter.

- That's it, all done.
- Excellent.

So now we can open
the burial chamber.

Yes. First thing tomorrow.

I can't wait.

Ah, I think
we should be leaving.

Jesus.

Dear God, what's got into them?

I don't know.

But I think discretion may
be the better part of valor.

Right, let's shut up shop.

What the bloody hell's got
everyone so stirred up?

Ow! God!

- Down here!
- Watch out.

What on Earth set them off?

Do you really have no idea
what's going on?

No.

"Carter's blundering progress

puts the future of these
priceless relics in jeopardy."

"Treasures from the tomb

are even now being shipped
in secret to Britain."

"The curse of the tomb revealed.

Ancient prophecies speak
of dire retribution."

It's all nonsense.

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

You struck a deal with Merton.

You granted the Times
exclusive access to the dig.

Yes, because they're willing
to pay for it.

They'll give us another month
of dig time. Six months, maybe.

Did it never cross your mind

that to favor one newspaper,

to the exclusion
of all the others,

would turn every other
journalist in the world

against us?

That if you deny them the story
that you give the Times,

they will simply
print their own!

"Sources close to the dig report
that Lord Carnarvon,

whose fortune
funds the excavation,

intends Tutankhamun's mummy

to be transported
back to Britain

and to be put on display
at the British Museum."

This, when the bloody Arabs
are just itching for a fight.

Winlock, would you...
would you kindly excuse us?

Of course.

Do you know what damage
this causes us? Causes me?

Well, we issue a correction.

Where? In the Times?

No one else will print it!

And now we have a dig crew
who are afraid to work,

we have mobs throwing rocks
at our men,

and a telegram from
the Foreign Office,

asking what the hell
I think I'm playing at.

This is exactly
what Lacau wants.

I never for a moment
considered that my--

Anyone with a modicum of common
sense would have considered,

would have thought twice!

How in God's name
could you be so incompetent?

- I found this tomb.
- Oh, you found the tomb?

And that gives you the right
to run roughshod over the press?

And to make deals
behind my back?

They were made
in good faith. My--

Do you think that gives you
license to bed my daughter?

You?

How dare you?

- Evelyn and I...
- Lady Evelyn.

I've put up with you.

I've extended you
every tolerance.

But you have become a liability
to the excavation.

And you have betrayed my trust.

That was not my intention.

My Lord, Lady Evelyn--

I will make this very clear.

Very clear indeed.

You will not see
my daughter again,

you will not speak to her,
you will not write to her,

you will leave her alone.

Or find yourself
another position.

Would you allow me to speak?

Not for myself, for Evelyn.

You, sir, are responsible. You.

Don't you dare put words
into my daughter's mouth.

I've nothing more to say to you.

You have nothing more to say?

Nothing.

Then you have my resignation.

Good day, sir.

Good day.