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Let's do those here, please.
There's no light over at 15.

Yes, Mr. Burton.

Mace? That's the lot.

- We've got company.
- Mm.

What do you suppose
they want now?

The fillings from
our teeth, possibly.

Excuse me a moment.

Lacau and
his merry men are back.

Harry's taken his place,
so if you want,

we can go ahead and open
the burial chamber.

Not today.

What's happened?

Are you not intending any work
today, Mr. Carter?

What do you want?

Some of my men will be remaining
to oversee progress.

The Service is concerned
that some items from the tomb

may have gone missing.

Well, there are
no missing items here.

You must understand, Mr. Carter,
that this will not be

another Lord Elgin
and his Marbles.

Egypt will not
countenance grave-robbing.

Oh. That right?

Well, then tell me, what exactly
has Egypt been doing

for the last 3,000 years?

There isn't a single tomb
in this entire valley

that Egypt hasn't robbed bare,
except for the one that I found.

What did you do, Papa?

Do come in.

I didn't sack him. He resigned.

I don't care
if he resigned or not.

Get him back! Apologize.

Why on Earth should I apologize?

Because none of us would be here
if it weren't for him.

- He's a liability.
- You wanted to go home.

You were ready to pack up
and give up.

Pig-headed, can't manage people.

- The whole world's press--
- Oh, you know perfectly well

that he struck that deal
to get you your money back!

This has
nothing to do with that.

This is about me and Carter.

Oh, God damn it, Evelyn!

I will not have you
become a scandal.

I will not allow it.

I trusted you.
I trusted both of you.

I will never forgive that man!

"That man"?

For God's sake, Papa!

This is Carter
you're talking about!

You have known him for 15 years.
He is your best friend.

- He went behind my back!
- No, he did not!

He tried to put me off,

he said that it was
inappropriate.

Then how in God's name
did he come to seduce you?

Because I left him
very little choice.

What?

I was the one that started this.

No, no, no,
I will not listen to this.

I will not hear this.

Go to your room!

Well?

Do we open it?

No.

This can wait.

Well, then...

There's plenty work to be done
attending to the finds in 15.

This can wait until...

Well...

this can wait.

Do you know this is
the second offer I've had?

Pathé News are asking as well.

This, er, Goldwin chap's coming
to Cairo tomorrow.

I'm thinking perhaps
I'll go and see him.

- Do you love Mama?
- What?

Did you marry her
because you loved her

or because of her fortune?

What on Earth has that
got to do with anything?

I need to know.

Look, I do understand
what you're asking, I do.

But you're not naïve.

You know how the world works.

A scullery maid can choose
love and a cottage. You cannot.

Then who's richer?

It's easier to think of oneself
as free out here.

But of course we're not.
We have responsibilities.

Obligations.

Not to just to each other but...
to those who depend on us.

Do you understand?

You do know that nothing
can come of this?

Hm?

And if you know that,
then what you are doing

is simply toying
with a man's affections.

And I did not raise you
to be so unkind.

Now, whatever there has been
between you and Carter,

it stops now.

I will go up to Cairo
to see this Mr. Goldwin,

and... you'll come with me.

You could always try
selling paintings.

You're not bad
with a paintbrush.

Pa showed me some of
the watercolors you've done.

Very good.

Should think
they'd be worth something.

If necessary.

You could get a proper stall
in the market.

Put up a display.

Perhaps you could paint
some pictures of your finds.

- You know, from memory.
- What are you doing?

Is this really what you want?

To be hawking you wares
around Luxor?

It's not a matter of
what I want,

it's of whether I am required.

Of course you're required!

Have you talked to him?

He's quite right. You know?

About us.

What kind of future could
I possibly offer

Lady Evelyn Carnarvon?

Do you really think that I care?

He seemed a decent chap,
didn't you think?

For a Hollywood sort.

- Will it bring in any money?
- A very pragmatic question.

I thought me being pragmatic
was what you wanted.

Mace says we need to
reseal the antechamber

if we don't want the moisture
to damage

the contents
of the burial chamber.

Winlock wants to take on
two more technicians

to help out with the archival
process in 15.

Oh, and he wants them
to be Americans, not locals.

And there's a petition up
in a French newspaper in Luxor,

something about you giving
bribes or receiving bribes,

basically stirring up trouble--

All right, that's enough!

I know what you're doing.

I am not having him back,
do you hear?

Pa, what's wrong?

Oh, it's just...

It's my leg and the...
and the stairs.

That's all.

We need help!

- Sir? Sir?
- Sit down.

- Call a doctor.
- Yes, my lady.

It's just the heat, I think.

And those stairs.

It's probably just the heat.

I'm fine...

And what's this?

Hm?

Oh. That's a... mosquito bite.

I nicked it shaving.

You should let him rest.
Let him sleep.

What's the matter?

He has blood poisoning.

What? How?

A cut on his neck has
become infected,

and I'm afraid the infection's
spread to the blood.

It can happen
very quickly out here.

What can you do?
What can you give him?

There is no medical treatment.

It's very serious, I'm afraid.

I'm really very sorry.

Thank you.

Devil of a thing, isn't it?

Get off me! Get off!

What is God's name is going on
out there?

They know Carnarvon's here.

Someone's spread the story

he's got half of King Tut's
treasures stashed under his bed.

How is he?

Evelyn said he wasn't well.

It's blood poisoning.

What?

Is it serious?

How did it happen?
How did it come on so quickly?

Carter, go and see the man.

Mr. Carter?

It was so good of you to come.

He's been asking for you.

Will you talk to him?

Of course.

I will take my leave.

I need a little more.

- Good day.
- Good day, sir.

Carter.

Mace says that...

moisture may be damaging items
in the burial chamber.

Well, I haven't been
back to the tomb,

but yes, I should think.

What can be done about it?

Well, the first thing

would be to get them clear
of the confined space.

Out into the dry air.

Yes, yes.

Do you love her?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Life can seem
very short suddenly.

And a chap ends up wondering
what might have been.

I've been a fool, Carter.

I really am...

very sorry.

But you forgive me?

There's nothing to forgive.

He's strong.

He'll fight this off.

What can I do?

Go back to the dig.

He loves to hear about the work.

Bring him some good news.

Thank you all for coming down

on what I hope is to be

a truly momentous occasion.

Families will
have to remain outside

for the moment, I'm afraid.

What on Earth
have you got there, Harry?

Courtesy of Mr. Goldwin.
Fancy yourself as a movie star?

Erm...

- Ready?
- Ready.

- All set, Harry?
- Ready.

More light, please.

Sweet, Lord!
What is that?

The shrine of a king.

Are you comfortable like that?

Yes, yes.

Quite comfortable, thank you.

All right.

Ah. Look at that.

Ah.

That is the outer shrine there.

- Which is the largest of them.
- Oh.

- It's 15 foot long.
- Oh.

With doors, as you see.

There are four gilded shrines,
nested one inside another.

And once we'd removed
the shrines,

we found the sarcophagus.

And those paintings,

they're the funeral rites
and the procession.

What--what is that?

Ah, that is the sarcophagus.

On each corner
there is a goddess,

and that is the goddess Isis

with her wings outstretched,
you see?

She enfolds and
protects the shrine.

We really did it, didn't we?

What a glorious thing!

Yes.

That's enough.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry,
the light hurts my eyes.

Of course.

Would you like
me to call someone?

No. I'm quite well.

I've heard the call.

I'm preparing.

I know, Mr. Mace.

Well, it's going to weigh a ton.

So we'll need wedges to lift it.

Then we'll get ropes
underneath the lid.

And I'm going to need a really
solid block and tackle.

I'll have them brought down.

Right-o.

Let's get this equipment
and get this thing open...

Layer after layer.

Carter!

You're wanted in Cairo.

You better hurry.

Good day, sir, madam.

Hello, sir.

Evelyn?

- He's not--
- No.

But he'll be soon.

Doctor said that
it's gone to his lungs.

I am very sorry.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's just awful.

Seeing it all go into boxes.

I kept half expecting them
to put catalogue numbers

on his things.

I used to play with these
when I was younger.

When he was dressing for dinner.

It's a hedgehog, you see?

I remember when I saw this
for the first time.

He was so proud.

His first find.

And now he's gone.

It's ridiculous.

How can he be gone? It doesn't
make the slightest bit of sense.

When do you leave?

In an hour.

Awful lot to do with, erm...

the funeral and the estate.

And the lawyers.

I don't want to go.

Then... then...

don't go.

- I have to.
- Don't...

I don't...
I don't want you to go.

I can't...

I love you.

I have always, always loved you.

Let me through
if you don't mind.

Thank you so much.

Oh, God. Excuse me, children.

Sorry to disturb.
There's no room.

Mr. Winlock, sir.

Do you believe Lord Carnarvon's
death is a result of the curse?

The curse?

The Arabs, sir, they are saying

that this is just
the first death of many.

They are saying that
the curse will strike down

anyone who has entered the tomb.

Do you feel personally afraid?

Do you believe Lord Carnarvon
got with he deserved?

Opening the tomb.

What paper do you work for?

L'enqueteur.

And you'd like a quote,
I assume?

Yes, sir.

Fuck you and your paper.

Excuse me.

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Ready, set, heave!

Tie it off.

Quickly, quickly.

The recipient's name is
Lady Evelyn Carnarvon.

C-A-R-N-A-R-V-O-N.

Newbury, er...

"Excellent progress
in the tomb. Stop.

Please send funds for wedges
and supplies. Stop."

Anything more, sir?

Yes.

If you could put a...

In fact, no,
never mind. Just that.

Just send that.

There you are.

Good day.

Move out. Come on.

- Move aside!
- Mr. Carter! Mr. Carter!

- What's going on here?
- Mr. Carter.

You need to clear this area.

Now.

Don't you dare tell me
how to run my dig.

Now, get those policemen
out of here. Now!

No, sir. I have my orders.

What you doing down there?

I said, what are
you bloody doing down there?

They are with me.

Nothing here is
properly secured.

This dig must be conducted
professionally.

A member of my staff
will remain

to oversee
the conduct of your men.

Absolutely not.
They have no business here.

That is not at all the case.

The Antiquities Service

oversees all excavation
in the valley

and when a dig is being
improperly conducted--

This is my dig and
I will run it as I see fit.

No, Mr. Carter,
it is not your dig.

It was Lord Carnarvon's
concession

but Lord Carnarvon is dead.

This site is the responsibility
of my department.

Is there anyone else down there?

No. What's going on?

Get out my bloody way.

Carter?

What are you doing?

Give me that key.

No.

Very well, sir.

If you wish it.

By order of
the Antiquities Service,

I am revoking your permission
to dig here.

Leave at once

or I will have you escorted
from the area by the police!

I do take your points.

But I cannot countenance
any further involvement

from Mr. Carter.

As I understand it, Mr. Lacau,

while we speak, the coffin
remains open to the air.

The contents are inevitably
deteriorating.

It is the discovery of our age

and you are allowing it
to fall the pieces.

It is not matter
of my allowing--

My father's expenditure,

time, and funds has furnished
your department

with the greatest archaeological
discovery the world has seen.

And neither you
nor this department

has had to lift one finger

or paid one penny
for this to happen!

Lady Evelyn, if you please...

I'm sure that matter will be
settled in time.

Your father's estate
is seeking compensation.

And all it took was the threat
of legal action.

Every minute we waste here,

the contents of the tomb
are rotting away.

I have no argument with you,
Lady Evelyn.

I am more than happy for you to
finish what your father started.

- As soon as you wish.
- Thank you.

And who shall I engage to
oversee this work, Mr. Lacau?

In your opinion, who do you feel

is the best qualified
Egyptologist?

Obviously we need someone
with first-hand experience

of excavating and preserving
3,000-year-old funerary goods.

Perhaps you could give me a list
of suitable experts?

I think we both know
there's really only one man.

What's all this?

This is the world turning,
old boy.

The latest edict from on high.

From now on,
anything found in the valley

is the property
of the Antiquities Service.

Not just royal tombs,
anything at all.

A scrap of faience,
a copper thimble,

you find it,
it goes straight to Cairo.

You don't get a cent.

- You must be joking?
- I wish I were.

The Met can't justify digging
under those conditions.

No one can.

Everyone's going home.

Everyone except you.

You'll have to swallow
your pride a little, I'm afraid.

Apologize to Lacau.

Not in person.
A note of hand would do it.

And then you can go on
as before. See it through.

Well, I can be as humble
as the next man.

Really?

You know,
if I didn't apologize...

if we didn't get access
to that tomb again...

I was thinking,
would it be so very bad?

What?

Well, then nothing would
have to come to an end.

For how long?

A lifetime, maybe.

So long as
it remains unfinished...

we're here.

Aren't we?

And out here...

anything is possible.

Carter--

You know, I have been searching
my entire life.

And for years now,
I thought it was the tomb.

The tomb. When I find the tomb
I will feel complete.

I will be Howard Carter.

But I've found it.

Standing there
that first night...

surrounded by treasure...

so much beauty...

the only thing I wanted
to look at was you.

I thought...

I was hoping
you could have this.

Do you remember? You...

- picked it up because it--
- Carter, stop it.

I'm getting married.

You... you came back.
You're here--

I had to get you your dig back.

That's why I came.

I...

And... who is he?

His name's Beecham.

He's a baronet.

Ah.

Right thing to do

- for my family and the estate.
- Yes, and--and...

and for you?

Is it the right thing to do
for you?

Yes, and
what's he like? Is he...

Hm? What's he like?

He's nothing like you.

Goodbye, Evelyn.

Don't be silly. There's
no such thing as goodbye,

not between us.

Yes, well, there is, though,
isn't there?

Really.

Yes.

Goodbye, Carter.

Well?

Well, we'll get the dig back.

Good boy.

It's worth it, you know?

Yes, indeed.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Would you tell the chaps?

Of course.

Roll up, roll up!

The greatest show on Earth
is back in town, gentlemen.

Last chance to see
the wonders of the age.

I hope the rope
hasn't deteriorated too much.

Mind your step.

Looks much the same.

Can we have the lights, please?

Oh, my word!

Well, we need to re-rig,
get the whole thing clear.

- What about the coffin?
- Ah.

There's some surface patination.

It's not bad.

No, it's not bad. Thank God.

We missed you at dinner.

I bring scraps from the feast.

That's good of you.

Erm, put them down there,
would you?

They filled the outer coffin
with pitch, you see.

Rather clever, really,
because everything inside

would be
perfectly preserved but...

it's the very devil to remove.

You can't heat it up, of course.

You just have to take it off
bit by bit.

Carter, it's the middle
of the night.

Yes, well, it doesn't really
matter underground, does it?

Any case, best to press on.

Lot of work to be done here.

Can I help?

Thank you.

Winlock.

- What?
- Wake up.

Come and see this.

Excuse me? Sir, turn this way.

This way, sir.

- Just for a moment, sir.
- One second.

We just need
to get a look at it.

Over here, sir.

- Mr. Merton?
- Yes.

- Come through.
- Thank you.

It's...

astonishing.

I've never
seen anything like it.

Nobody has.

3,000 years ago,

a 12-year-old king

led his people
away from their past.

Away from their mistakes.

Brought them here.

These three coffins were
nested inside each other.

Like Russian dolls.

Somebody asked me once what
the Pharaohs were like.

I said they weren't
that different from us.

Some of them were kind or...

cruel, wise, foolish.

They fell in love.

They strove for immortality.

Just like us.

I think you have your story,
Mr. Merton.

Yes.

Excuse me.

These past years...

have been
an extraordinary privilege.

To be...

so close to beauty...

I wish
it could've lasted longer.

And as for
Tutankhamun himself...

it was Lord Carnarvon's wish,
and it is mine also,

that his body remain where
it was laid to rest.

We will seal the sarcophagus
over him.

And leave him in peace.

It has been an honor.

That's all I have to say.

Shukran.

- Shukran.
- Shukran.

Shukran. Shukran.

Shukran.

No, no, leave it. I'll do it.

Thank you very much.