All language subtitles for The mummy 1.EN

Thebes, City of the Living,

crown Jewel of Pharaoh
SETI the First.

Home of Imhotep,
Pharaoh's high priest,

keeper of the dead.

Birthplace of Anck-Su-Namun,
Pharaoh's mistress.

No other man was allowed
to touch her...

But for their love, they were
willing to risk life itself.

To resurrect Anck-Su-Namun,

Imhotep and his priests broke into
her crypt and stole her body.

They raced deep into the desert,

taking Anck-Su-Namun's corpse to
Hamunaptra, City of the Dead,

HAMUNAPTRA - 1290 B.C.

ancient burial site for
the sons of pharaohs

and resting place for
the wealth of Egypt.

For his love, Imhotep dared the gods'
anger by going deep into the city,

where he took the black Book of the
Dead from it's holy resting place.

Anck-Su-Namun's soul had been
sent to the dark underworld,

her vital organs removed and placed
in five sacred Canopic jars.

Anck-Su-Namun's soul had
come back from the dead,

but Pharaoh's bodyguards had
followed lmhotep and stopped him

before the ritual
could be completed.

Imhotep's priests were condemned
to be mummified alive.

As for. Imhotep, he was condemned
to endure the Hom-Dai,

the worst of all ancient curses.

One so horrible, it had
never before been bestowed.

He was to remain sealed
inside his sarcophagus,

be undead for all of eternity.

The Magi would never allow
him to be released,

for he would arise a walking
disease, a plague upon mankind,

an unholy flesh-eater with
the strength of ages,

power over the sands, and
the Glory of invincibility.

For 3,000 years, men and
armies fought over this land,

never knowing what
evil lay beneath it.

And for 3,000 years,
we, the Magi,

the descendants of Pharaoh's
sacred bodyguards, kept watch.

You just got promoted.

Steady!

- You're with me on this one, right?
- Your strength gives me strength.

Steady!

Wait! Wait for me!

Steady!

Fire!

Run, Beni! Run!

Get inside! Get inside!

Hey! Don't you close that door!

Don't you close that door!

You will die. You will die.

Sacred stones,

sculpture and aesthetics,

Socrates, Seth, volume
one, volume two,

and volume three.

And...

Tuthmosis. What are
you doing here?

T. T, t, t...

T.

I'm going to put you
where you belong!

Help.

Oops.

What... How...

Oh, look at this!

Sons of the pharaohs!

Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts!

Anything but you!

Compared to you, the other
plagues were a Joy!

I am so very sorry.
It was an accident.

My girl, when Rameses destroyed
Syria, that was an accident.

You are a catastrophe!

Look at my library!

Why do I put up with you?

Well, you put up with
me because I can...

I can read and write
Ancient Egyptian,

and I can... I can decipher
hieroglyphics and hieratic,

and, well, I am the only
person within 1,000 Miles

who knows how to properly code and
catalog this library, that's why.

I put up with you because your father
and mother were our finest patrons.

That's why!

Allah rest their souls.

Now, I don't care how you do it,
I don't care how long it takes,

straighten up this meshiver!

Hello?

Abdul?

Mohammed?

Bob?

Have you no respect
for the dead?

Of course I do. But sometimes
I'd rather like to join them.

Well, I wish you would do it before you
ruin my career the way you've ruined yours.

- Now, get out.
- My dear, sweet baby sister.

I'll have you know

that, at this precise moment,
my career is on a high note.

High note, ha! Jonathan, please, I'm
really not in the mood for you.

I've just made a bit of
a mess in the library,

and the Bembridge scholars have
rejected my application form again.

They say I don't have enough
experience in the field.

You'll always have me, old mum.

Besides, I have just the
thing to cheer you up.

Oh, no, Jonathan, not
another worthless trinket.

If I have to take one more piece
of junk to the curator to try and

sell for you.

Where did you get this?

On a dig down in Thebes.

My whole life, I've never
found anything, Evy.

Please tell me I've
found something.

- Jonathan.
- Yes?

I think you've found something.

You see the cartouche there?

It's the official Royal seal of
SETI the First, I'm sure of it.

- Perhaps.
- Two questions.

Who the hell was SETI the
First, and was he rich?

He was the second pharaoh
of the 19th dynasty,

said to be the wealthiest
pharaoh of them all.

Good. I like this fellow.

- I like him very much.
- I've already dated the map.

It's almost 3,000 years old.

And if you look at the hieratic
just here, well, it's Hamunaptra.

Dear God, don't be ridiculous.

We're scholars, not
treasure hunters.

Hamunaptra's a myth told by
ancient Arab storytellers

to amuse Greek and
Roman tourists.

I know all the blather about the city
being protected by the curse of a mummy,

but my research has led me to believe that
the city itself may have actually existed.

- Are we talking about the Hamunaptra?
- Yes. The City of the Dead.

Where the earliest pharaohs were said
to have hidden the wealth of Egypt?

Yes, yes, in a big,
underground treasure chamber.

- Heh! - Oh, come on.
- Everybody knows the story.

The entire necropolis was rigged to sink
into the sand on Pharaoh's command?

A flick of a switch, and the whole place
would disappear beneath the sand dunes,

taking the treasure with it?

As the Americans would say,
it's all fairy tales and hokum.

Oh, my goodness! Look at that!

You'be burnt it! You've burned
off the part with the lost city?

It's for the best, I'm sure.

Many men have wasted their lives in
the foolish pursuit of Hamunaptra.

No one's ever found it.

Most have never returned.

Come, come! Step
over the threshold.

Welcome to Cairo Prison,
my humble home.

You told me that you got it
on a dig down in Thebes.

- Yeah, well, I was mistaken.
- You lied to me.

I lie to everybody. What
makes you so special?

- I am your sister.
- That just makes you more gullible.

You stole it from a drunk
at the local casbah?

Picked his pocket, actually, so I
don't think it's a very good...

Stop being so ridiculous. What
exactly is this man in prison for?

This I did not know.

But when I heard that you were
coming, I asked him that myself.

And what did he say?

He said he was just
looking for a good time.

- This is the man that you stole it from?
- Yes, exactly?

So why don't we just go sniff
out a spot of tiff in...

Who are you?

- And who's the broad?
- "Broad"?

I'm just a local sort of missionary
chap, spreading the good word,

- but this is my sister, Evy.
- How do you do?

- Oh, well. Guess she's not a total loss.
- I beg your pardon?

I'll be back in a moment?

- Ask him about the box.
- We have found...

Hello. Excuse me?

We both found your puzzle box,

and we've come to
ask you about it?

- No.
- No?

No. You came to ask
me about Hamunaptra.

How do you know the box
pertains to Hamunaptra?

Because that's where I was
when I found it. I was there.

But how do we know that's
not a load of pig's wallow?

- Do I know you?
- No, no.

I've just got one
of those faces.

You were actually at Hamunaptra?

- Yeah, I was there.
- You swear?

- Every damn day.
- I didn't mean that...

I know. I was there. SETI's
place. City of the Dead.

Could you tell me
how to get there?

I mean, the exact location?

- You want to know?
- Well, yes?

- Do you really want to know?
- Yes?

Then get me the
hell out of here!

Do it, lady!

- Where are they taking him?
- To be hanged?

Apparently, he had
a very good time?

I will give you £100 to
save this man's life.

Madame, I would pay £100
just to see him hang.

- £200.
- Proceed!

£300.

Any last requests, pig?

Yeah? Loosen the
knot and let me go.

Of course we don't let him go!

£500!

And what else? I'm
a very lonely man.

No!

His neck did not break.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Now, we must
watch him strangle to death.

He knows the location
to Hamunaptra.

- You lie.
- I would never!

Are you telling me this
filthy, godless son of a pig

- knows where to find the City of the Dead?
- Yes!

- Truly?
- Yes!

And if you cut him down,
we will give you...

- 10 %
- 50 %

- Twenty.
- Forty.

- Thirty!
- Twenty five.

Deal.

Cut him down!

Do you really think
he's going to show up?

Yes, undoubtedly,
knowing my luck.

He may be a cowboy, but I know
the breed. His word is his word.

Well, personally I think he's
filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel.

- I don't like him one bit.
- Anyone I know?

Oh.

Hello.

Smashing day for the start of
an adventure, eh, O'Connell?

Yeah. Yeah, smashing.

Oh, no, no, I'd never steal
from a partner, partner.

That reminds me? No hard
feelings about the...

- Oh, no, no. Happens all the time.
- Mr. O'Connell?

Can you look me in the
eye and guarantee me

this isn't some
sort of a flimflam?

- Because if it is, I am warning you...
- You're warning me?

Lady, let me put it this way,

my whole damn Garrison
believed in this so much

that without orders, they marched
halfway across Libya and into Egypt

to find that city.

When we got there, all we
found was sand and blood.

Let me get your bags.

Yes, yes, you're right.

Filthy, rude, a complete scoundrel.
Nothing to like there at all.

Bright good morning to all.

Oh, no. What are you doing here?

I'm here to protect my
investment, thank you very much.

Quit playing with your glasses
and cut the deck, Burns.

Without my glasses I can't see
the deck to cut it, Dave.

O'Connell, sit down. We
could use another player.

- I only gamble with my life, never my money.
- Never?

What if I was to bet you $500 we
get to Hamunaptra before you?

- You're looking for Hamunaptra?
- Damn straight we are.

- And who saya we are?
- He does.

Well... Well, how about it?

Is it a bet?

- All right, you're on.
- What makes you so confident, Sir?

- What makes you?
- We got us a man who's actually been there.

Oh, what a coincidence,
because O'Connell...

Whose play is it? Is it my play?
I thought...

Gentlemen, we got us a wager.
Good evening, Jonathan.

Night.

Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.

The only thing that scares me,
Mr. O'Connell, are your manners.

- Still angry about that kiss, huh?
- Well, if you call that a kiss.

Did I miss something? Are we...
Are we going into battle?

Lady, there's
something out there.

Something underneath that sand.

Yes, well, I'm hoping to
find a certain artifact.

A book, actually. My brother
thinks there's treasure.

- What do you think's out there?
- In a word? Evil.

The Bedouin and the Tuaregs believe
that Hamunaptra is cursed.

Oh, look, I don't believe in fairy
tales and hokum, Mr. O'Connell,

but I do believe one of the most famous
books in history is buried there.

The Book of Amun-Ra.

It contains within it all the secret
incantations of the old kingdom.

It's what first interested me
in Egypt when I was a child.

It's why I came here.
Sort of a life's pursuit.

And the fact that they say it's made out
of pure gold makes no never mind to you?

- Right.
- You know your history.

I know my treasure.

By the way,

why did you kiss me?

I was about to be hanged. It seemed
like a good idea at the time.

What? What'd I say?

Surprise! My good
friend, you're alive!

- I was so very, very worried.
- Well, if it ain't my little buddy, Beni.

- I think I'll kill you.
- Think of my children.

You don't have any children.

- Someday I might.
- Shut up!

So, you're the one who's
leading the Americans?

I might have known. So,
what's the scam, Beni?

You task them into the middle of the
desert, and then you leave them to rot?

Unfortunately, no.

These Americans are smart.

They pay me only half now, half
when I get them back to Cairo.

- So this time I must go all the way.
- Them's the breaks, huh?

You never believed in
Hamunaptra, O'Connell.

Why are you going back?

You see that girl?
She saved my neck.

You always did have
more balls than brains.

Yeah. Goodbye, Beni.

O'Connell!

George Bembridge...

In 1860...

1865, was...

Was...

Oh, for heaven's sake, girl, it
wasn't that good of a kiss, anyway.

Where is the map?

It's... It's... There.

And the key? Where is the key?

The key? The key? What key?

Evelyn!

The map! The map!
I forgot the map!

Relax. I'm the map?
It's all up here?

Oh, that's comforting.

- The key!
- Evy.

Hold on to this.

Can you swim?

Of course I can swim, if
the occasion calls for it.

Trust me. It calls for it.

O'Connell! O'Connell!
What are we going to do?

- Wait here! I'll go get help!
- Right!

Americans.

I say, bloody good show, chaps!

And did I panic?

I think not.

Get them out of the water!
Get them out of the water!

Come on, doggies! Give
them a smack, would you?

This is a messed-up country.

We've lost everything! All of
our tools, all the equipment!

All my clothes!

O'Connell!

Hey!

O'Connell!

It looks to me like I've
got all the horses!

Hey, Beni!

Looks to me like you're on
the wrong side of the river!

Yeah?

I only want four! Four!

I only want four, not
a whole bloody herd!

O'Connell! Can you
believe the cheek?

Just pay the man.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Can't believe the price
of these fleabags?

Yes, happy? Very good.

You probably could've
got them for free.

- All we had to do was give him your sister.
- Yes.

Awfully tempting, wasn't it?

Awfully.

Never did like camels.

Filthy buggers. They smell,
they bite, they spit.

- Disgusting.
- I think they're adorable.

Oh, baby.

Good morning, my friend.

What the hell we doing?

Patience, my good barat'm.
Patience.

Remember our bet, O'Connell? First
one to the city, 500 cash bucks.

A hundred of them bucks is yours
if you help us win that bet.

Oh, my pleasure.

Hey, O'Connell. Nice camel.

Get ready for it.

- For what?
- We're about to be shown the way.

- Will you look at that?
- Can you believe it?

Hamunaptra.

Here we go again.

So long, Beni!

That serves you right.

Go, Evy! Go!

Do they know something we don't?

They are led by a woman.
What does a woman know?

That's a statue of Anubis.

It's legs go deep underground.

According to Bembridge scholars, that's
where we'll find a secret compartment

containing the Golden
Book of Amun-Ra.

Jonathan, you're meant to
catch the sun with that.

- So, what are these old mirrors for?
- Ancient mirrors.

It's an ancient Egyptian trick.
You'll see.

Here, this for you.

Go ahead. It's something I borrowed
off our American brethren.

I thought you might like it, you
might need it for when you're...

Yeah? What are you looking at?

Hey, look for bugs. I hate bugs.

Do you realize we're
standing inside a room

no one has entered
in over 3,000 years?

What is that God-awful stench?

And then there was light?

Hey, that is a neat trick.

- Oh, my God. It's a sah-netjer.
- What?

- A preparation room.
- Preparation for what?

For entering the afterlife.

Mummies, my good son. This is
where they made the mummies.

What the...

What was that?

Sounds like bugs.

- He said bugs?
- What do you mean, bugs? I hate bugs!

The legs of Anubis.

The secret compartment should be
hidden somewhere inside here.

You scared the bejesus
out of us, O'Connell.

Likewise.

- Hey, that's my tool Kit.
- No, I don't think so.

Okay? Perhaps I was mistaken.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

We have a lot of work to
be getting along with.

- Push off! This is our dig site?
- We got here first.

This here's our statue, friend.

I don't see your name
written on it, pal.

Yes, well, there's
only four of you

and 15 of me.

Your odds are not so
great, O'Connell.

- I've had worse.
- Yeah, me, too.

Oh, look, for goodness' sake,
let's be nice, children.

If we're going to play together,
we must learn to share.

There are other places to dig.

According to these hieroglyphics,
we're underneath the statue.

We should come up right
between his legs.

When those damn Yanks
go to sleep...

- No offense.
- None taken.

We'll dig our way up
and steal that book

right out from under them?

Are you sure we can find
this secret compartment?

Oh, yes, if those beastly Americans
haven't beaten us to it.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Where'd our smelly
little friend get to?

Hey.

What have we here?

Blue gold.

This will fetch a
mighty fine price.

- Let's get us some treasure!
- Careful!

SETI was no fool.

I think perhaps we should
let the diggers open it.

Oh, I think we should listen
to the good doctor, Henderson.

Yeah, sure. Let them open it.

Let me get this straight.

They ripped out your guts
and stuffed them in jars?

They'd take out your heart as well. You
know how they took out your brains?

I don't think we
need to know this.

They'd take a sharp, red-hot
poker, stick it up your nose,

scramble things asbout a bit, and then
rip it all out through your nostrils.

- That's gotta hurt.
- It's called mummification.

- You'll be dead when they do this.
- For the record,

if I don't make it out of here, don't
put me down for mummification.

Likewise.

Oh, my God. It's a...

It's a sarcophagus.

Buried at the base of Anubis.

He must have been someone
of great importance.

Or he did something
very naughty.

Oh, Allah.

One more.

One more.

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Well, who is it?

"He That Shall Not Be Named."

This looks like some
sort of a lock.

Well, whoever's in here
sure wasn't getting out.

Yeah, no kidding.

It'd take us a month to crack
into this thing without a key.

A key?

A key! A key! That's what
he was talking about!

- Who?
- The man on the barge,

the one with the hook. He
was looking for a key.

Hey, that's mine.

- What do you suppose killed him?
- Did you ever see him eat?

Seems that our American friends had a
little misfortune of their own today.

Three of their
diggers were melted.

- What?
- How?

Salt acid.

Pressurized salt acid. Some
kind of ancient booby trap.

Maybe this place
really is cursed.

Oh, for goodness' sake, you two!

- You don't believe in curses?
- No, I don't.

I believe if I can see it and I can touch
it, it's real. That's what I believe.

I believe in being prepared.

Let's see what our friend
the warden believed in.

- What?
- My God, what is it?

A broken bottle.

Glenlivet, 12 years old!

He may have been as stinky
fellow, but he had good taste.

Take this. Stay here.

- No, wait, wait! Wait for me. Wait!
- Evy!

Excuse me, but didn't the
man just say stay here?

Evy!

Mr. Henderson! Wake up!

O'Connell!

Enough!

We will shed no more
blood, but you must leave?

Leave this place or die.

You have one day.

Evelyn.

Hey.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Thank you.

That proves it. Old SETI's fortune's
got to be under this sand.

For them to protect it like this, you
know there's treasure down there.

No, these men are desert people.
They value water, not gold.

You know, maybe just at night,
we could combine forces.

Hey, tough stuff,
try a right hook.

Ball up your fist and put it...
Put it up like that.

And then mean it.
Hit it right here.

- Mean it!
- Okay.

Okay, it's time for
another drink.

Unlike my brother, Sir,

I know when to say no.

And unlike your brother, miss,

you, I just don't get.

I know. You're wondering

what is a place like me
doing in a girl like this.

- Yeah, something like that.
- Egypt is in my blood.

You see,

my father was a very,
very famous explorer.

And he loved Egypt so much,

he married my mother,
who was an Egyptian

and quite an adventurer herself?

I get your father and I
get your mother, and...

I get him, but...

What are you doing here?

Look, I may not be an explorer

or an adventurer or
a treasure seeker

or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell,

but I am proud of what I am.

And what is that?

I...

am a librarian.

And I am going to kiss you,

- Mr. O'Connell.
- Call me Rick.

Rick.

- There is a curse upon this chest.
- Curse, my ass.

- Who cares?
- Have a care, Mr. Henderson.

In these hallowed grounds, that which
was set forth in ancient times

- is as strong today as it was then.
- We understand.

What's it say?

"Death will come on swift wings"

"to whomsoever
opens this chest."

We should not be here.

This is not good.

It says,

"There is one, the undead,"

"who, if brought back to life,
is bound by sacred law"

"to consummate this curse."

Let's make sure we don't bring
anyone back from the dead then.

"He will kill all who
open this chest"

"and assimilate their
organs and fluids,"

"and in so doing,
he will regenerate"

"and no longer be the undead,"

"but a plague upon this Earth."

Well, we didn't come all
this way for nothing.

- That's right.
- It's the curse.

It's the curse.

It's the curse!
Beware of the curse!

Beware!

Stupid superstitious bastard.

Oh, I've dreamt about this
since I was a little girl.

You dream about dead guys?

Look, the sacred spells
have been chiseled off.

This man must have been condemned not
only in this life, but in the next.

- Tough break.
- Yeah, I'm all tears.

Now, let's see who's
inside, shall we?

Oh, my God, I hate it when
these things do that.

Is he supposed to
look like that?

No, I've never seen a mummy
look like this before.

He's still... Still...

- Juicy.
- Juicy.

Yes.

He must be more than
3,000 years old,

and, well, it looks
as if he's still

decomposing.

Hey, look at that.

- What do you make of this?
- My God, these marks were made with...

Fingernails.

This man was buried alive.

And he left a message.

"Death is only the beginning?"

Oh, my God.

It does exist.

- The Book of the Dead.
- A book?

Who cares about a book? Where
the hell's the treasure?

This, gentlemen.

This is treasure.

Hell, I wouldn't trade
you for a brass...

Look at that.

There's your
treasure, gentlemen.

Now, we're on to something.

I believe you need a
key to open that book.

Say, O'Connell,

what do you think these
babies'll fetch back home?

We hear you boys found yourselves a
nice, gooey mummy. Congratulations.

If you dry that fellow out, you might
be able to sell him for firewood.

Look what I found.

You're in her seat.

- Now!
- Yup.

Scarab skeletons, flesh-eaters.

I found them inside
our friend's coffin.

They can stay alive for years
feasting on the flesh of a corpse.

Unfortunately for our friend, he was still
alive when they started eating him.

So somebody threw these
in with our guy,

and then they slowly
ate him alive?

Very slowly.

He certainly wasn't as popular fellow
when they planted him, was he?

Well, he probably got a little too
frisky with the pharaoh's daughter.

Well, according to my readings,

our friend suffered the Hom-Dai, the
worst of all Ancient Egyptian curses,

one reserved only for the
most evil of blasphemers.

In my research, I've never heard of this
curse having actually been performed.

- That bad, huh?
- Yes, well, they...

They never used it because
they feared it so.

It's written that if a victim of
the Hom-Dai should ever arise,

he would bring with him
the 10 plagues of Egypt.

That's called
stealing, you know?

According to you and my
brother, it's called borrowing.

I thought the Book of Amun-Ra
was made out of gold?

It is made out of gold. This
isn't the Book of Amun-Ra.

This is something else.

I think this may be
the Book of the Dead.

The Book of the Dead?

Are you sure you're meant to be
playing around with this thing?

It's just a book.

No harm ever came
from reading a book.

That happens a lot around here.

So, what's it say?

"Amun Ra. Amun Dei."

It speaks of the night
and of the day.

No! You must not
read from the book!

Run!

Go, go!

What have we done?

- Where the hell did they come from?
- I ain't waiting around to find out.

My glasses. My glasses!

Leave me! Leave me!

Hey! Hey!

Could you help me find my gl...

Wait for me!

Who's there?

Who's there?

Daniels?

Oh, Jon!

Scarabs!

Run, Evy! Go, go, go! Run!

- Evelyn?
- Evy?

- Evelyn?
- Evy!

Oh, Mr. Burns. Thank goodness.

I was just starting
to get scared.

I've lost everyone.

My eyes. My eyes...

Please help me.

My tongue. He took my tongue.

Please don't leave me.

Anck-Su-Namun.

Damn it! It's a trap door.

There's gotta be a switch or
something around here someplace.

- Run, you sons of bitches! Run!
- Go.

Go! Go!

There you are! Will you
quit playing hide-and-seek?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Evy!

- Move!
- Yeah, right.

Did you see that? It was
walking. It was walking!

I told you to leave or die.

You refused.

Now, you may have killed us all,

for you have unleashed a creasture we
have feared for more than 3,000 years.

- Relax. I got him.
- No mortal weapon can kill this creature.

He's not of this world.

- You bastard.
- What did you do to him?

We saved him. Saved him before the
creature could finish his work.

Leave, all of you, quickly,
before he finishes you all.

I must now go on the hunt, and
try and find a way to kill him.

I already told you, I got him.

Know this,

this creature is the
bringer of death.

He will never eat, he will never
sleep, and he will never stop.

May the good Lord protect
and watch over me

as a Shepherd watches
over his flock.

No. Okay.

My Prince.

I thought you said you didn't believe
in that fairy tales and hokum stuff.

Having an encounter with a
3,000-year-old walking, talking corpse

does tend to convert one.

Forget it. We're out the door,
down the hall, and we're gone.

- Oh, no, we are not.
- Oh, yes, we are.

Oh, no, we are not. We woke him
up, and we are going to stop him.

We? What we? We didn't
read that book.

I told you not to play around with
that thing. Didn't I tell you?

Yes, right then, me, me, me, me. I, I, I
woke him up and I intend to stop him.

Yeah? How?

You heard the man. No mortal
weapons can kill this guy.

Then we are just going to have
to find some immortal ones.

There goes that we again.

Look, will you listen to me?
We have to do something.

Once this creature has been reborn,
his curse is going to spread

until the whole of the
Earth is destroyed.

- Yeah? Is that my problem?
- Lt is everybody's problem.

Evelyn, I appreciate you
saving my life and all,

but when I signed on, I agreed to take
you out there and to bring you back.

I have done that? End of job. End
of story. Contract terminated.

That's all I am to you?
A contract?

You can either tag along with me or you
can stay here and try and save the world.

- What's it gonna be?
- I'm staying.

- Fine.
- Fine.

Fine.

I'm the last of the Royal Air Corps
still stationed out here, you know...

Some bloody idiot
spilt his drink.

All the other laddies died in the
sky and were buried in the sand.

Good chaps, every
one of them, too.

- Hi, Winston.
- Yeah...

You know, O'Connell, ever since
the end of the great war,

there hasn't been a single
challenge worthy of a man like me.

Yeah? We all got our little
problems today, Winston.

I just wish I could have
chucked it in with the others

and gone down in
flame and Glory,

instead of sitting
around here, rotting

- of boredom and booze.
- Of boredom and booze.

Cheers.

Oh, well, back to the airfield.

- Tell me, has your sister always been...
- Oh, yes, always.

We're all packed up, but the damn boat
doesn't leave till tomorrow morning.

Tail set firmly between
your legs, I see.

You can talk. You don't have some
sacred walking corpse after you.

So, how's your friend?

He had his eyes and his tongue
ripped out. How would you be?

I'm so pleased to meet you.

Prince Imhotep does not
like to be touched.

A silly Eastern
superstition, I'm afraid.

Please forgive me.

Mr. Burns, Prince Imhotep thanks
you for your hospitality.

No.

And for your eyes,

- and for your tongue.
- Wha...

- But I am afraid more is needed.
- Wha...

The Prince must finish the job

and consummate the curse,

- which you and your friends...
- No!

- ...have brought down upon yourselves.
- No! Wait! No!

Good luck, boys.

Sweet Jesus!

Tasted just like...

Blood.

"And the rivers and waters of
Egypt ran red and were as blood."

He's here.

Oh, looks like it's gonna storm.

- Oh, Evelyn!
- Oh, so you're still here.

We've got problems.

Hey!

Beni, you little stinkweed.
Where you been?

We are in serious trouble.

We are in very serious trouble.

- He does seem to like you Evy.
- Yeah, what's that about?

What's this guy want?

There's only one person that
can give us any answers.

- You!
- Miss Carnahan.

- Gentlemen.
- What is he doing here?

Do you really want to know, or
would you prefer to just shoot us?

After what I just saw, I'm willing
to go on a little faith here.

We are part of an
ancient secret society.

For over 3,000 yeasrs, we have
guarded the City of the Dead.

We are sworn at manhood to do any and all
in our part to stop the High Priest Imhotep

from being reborn
into this world.

Because of you, we have failed.

You think this justifies the
killing of innocent people.

To stop this creature?
Let me think.

- Yes!
- Yes!

Question. Why doesn't
he like cats?

Cats are the guardians
of the underworld.

He will fear them until
he is fully regenerated?

Then he will fear nothing.

You know how he gets his
self fully regenerated?

- By killing everyone who opened that chest.
- And sucking them dry!

Jonathan, will you stop
playing with that.

When I saw him alive at Hamunaptra,
he called me Anck-Su-Namun.

And then juat now in Mr. Burns'
quarters, he tried to kiss me.

It's because of his love for
Anck-Su-Namun that he was cursed.

- Apparently, even after 3,000 years...
- He is still in love with her.

Yes, that is very romantic, but
what has it got to do with me?

Perhaps he will once again try
to raise her from the dead.

Yes.

And it appears he has already
chosen his human sacrifice.

Bad luck, old mum.

On the contrary,

it may just give us the time
we need to kill the creature.

We will need all the
help we can get.

His powers are growing.

"And he stretched forth his
hand towards the heavens"

"and there was darkness
throughout the land of Egypt."

We must stop him
from regenerating.

Who opened that chest?

There was me and Daniels here.

- And Burns, of course.
- And that Egyptologist fellow.

What about my buddy, Beni?

No, he scrammed out of there
before we opened the thing.

- Yeah, he was the smart one.
- Yeah, that sounds like Beni.

We must find the Egyptologist and bring
him back to the safety of the fort

- before the creature can get to him.
- Right.

She stays here. You
three, come with me.

- Not me...
- No, no!

Just a minute! You can't leave me
behind like some old carpetbag.

Who put you in charge, O'Connell?
What do you think you are doing?

Jonathan! O'Connell!

- Sorry, but he's a bit tall.
- Jonathan, coward that you are...

O'Connell, you are not
leaving me in here!

Jonathan, if you don't open
this door in one minute flat...

- O'Connell...
- This door doesn't open.

- Let me out of here.
- She doesn't come out,

- and no one goes in, right?
- Right.

- Right?
- Right.

O'Connell! Jonathan!

Let's go, Jonathan?

Oh, I thought I could just astay
at the fort and reconnoiter.

- Now!
- Yeah, right.

We're just gonna rescue
the Egyptologist.

Well, well, well. Let me guess.
Spring cleaning?

Nice shot.

Oh, Beni, did you fall down?
Let me help you up.

You came back from the desert with
a new friend, didn't you, Beni?

What friend? You are
my only friend.

What the hell are you doing with
this creep? What's in it for you?

It is better to be the right hand
of the devil than in his path.

As long as I serve
him, I am immune.

Immune from what?

What did you say?

I don't wanna tell you. You'll
just hurt me some more.

What are you looking for?
And try not to lie to me.

The book!

The black book they found at
Hamunaptra. He wants it back.

He said to me it would be
worth it's weight in gold.

- What does he want the book for?
- I don't know.

Something about bringing his
dead girlfriend back to life.

But that's all. He just
wants the book, I swear.

Just the book, I swear.
And your sister.

But other than that...

- That's two down, two to go.
- Then he'll be coming after Evy.

Guards in place!

Reporting all clear, Sir!

To hell with this?

I'm going downstairs, get me
a drink. You want something?

- Yeah. Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon.
- All right.

- And a shot of bourbon.
- Yeah, okay, okay.

- And as bourbon chasser.
- I'll get your damn bourbon!

Don't worry about the door.

Anck-Su-Namun.

Hey, get your ugly
face off of her!

Look what I got.

- You all right?
- Well, I'm not sure.

Well, according to legend, the black
book the Americans found at Hamunaptra

is supposed to bring
people back from the dead.

Until now, it was a notion I
was unwilling to believe.

Believe it, sister. That's what
brought our buddy back to life?

Yes. I'm thinking that if the black
book can bring dead people to life...

- Then maybe the gold book can kill him.
- That's the myth.

Now, we just have to find out
where the gold book is hidden.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Last but not least, my favorite
plague, boils and sores.

They have become his slaves.

So it has begun, the
beginning of the end.

Not quite yet, it hasn't.
Come on.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

According to Bembridge scholars,
the Golden Book of Amun-Ra

is located inside the
statue of Anubis.

- That's where we found the black book.
- Exactly.

Looks like the old boys at
Bembridge were mistaken.

They mixed the books up.

Mixed up where they were buried.

So, if the black book is
inside the statue of Anubis,

then the Golden book
must be inside...

- Come on, Evy, faster.
- Patience is a virtue.

Not right now, it isn't.

- I think I'll go and get the car started.
- I've got it.

The Golden Book of Amun-Ra is at
Hamunaptra inside the statue of Horus.

Take that, Bembridge scholars.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get this thing in gear, boy.
Let's get out of here.

- Evy. Come on, Evy. Hurry up.
- Imhotep!

Imhotep!

You're gonna get yours, Beni!
You hear me?

- You're gonna get yours!
- Oh, like I've never heard that before!

Hang on!

Hey! O'Connell! O'Connell!

Jump down!

Move, move, move!

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

It's the creature.

He's fully regenerated.

Come with me, my Princess.

It is time to make
you mine forever.

For all eternity, idiot.

Take my hand, and I will
spare your friends.

Oh, dear.

- Have you got any bright ideas?
- I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

You better think of something fast,
because if he turns me into a mummy,

you're the first one
I'm coming after.

No.

- Don't.
- No!

He has to take me to Hamunaptra
to perform the ritual.

She is right. Live
today, fight tomorrow.

I'll be seeing you again.

Evelyn!

- Hey, that's mine.
- Thank you.

No! Let go of me!

- Imhotep.
- Let go of me!

- Goodbye, my friend.
- Come here, you little...

Imhotep.

Imhotep.

Come on!

- What about my sister?
- We're gonna get her back!

Go!

You're next!

Come on! Give me your hand!

- You go!
- Come on!

Go!

Morning, Winston. A word?

What's your little problem got to do
with His Majesty's Royal Air Corps?

Not a damn thing.

- Is it dasngerous?
- You probably won't live through it.

By Jove, do you really think so?

Everybody else we've bumped
into has died. Why not you?

What's the... What's
the challenge, then?

Rescue the damsel in distress, kill
the bad guy, and save the world.

Winston Havlock at
your service, Sir.

Are you all right?

Do I bloody look all right?

How you doing?

See that? I've never
seen one so big.

- Never?
- No!

Get off me! Get off!

I need a new job.

Oh, my God.

We're back.

O'Connell.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Winston! Pedal faster!

Hang on, men!

Stop it! You'll kill them!

That's the idea.

Here I come, laddies!

I love the whole sand-wall
trick. It was beautiful.

Bastard.

Excuse me.

A little help would be useful,
if it's not too much trouble!

Yeah, yeah. All right.

Winston! Hey, Winston!

Quicksand! Get back!
It's quicksand?

Keep moving!

Nasty little fellows such as yourself
always get their comeuppance.

- Really? They do?
- Oh, yes.

Always?

I'd take those
bigger stones first.

Take them from the top, otherwise
the whole thing will cave in on us.

Come on. Put your backs into it.

Yes, well, you've got the idea.
Chop, chop.

I say!

Gents, you should come
and have a look at this.

What?

It's my arm! My arm!

- Do something!
- Hold it!

Do something! Do something!
Not that! Not that!

O'Connell.

Bembridge scholars never
wrote about this.

Get off me. Get off!

Wha... Wha...

- Can you see...
- Yeah.

- Can you believe...
- Yeah.

- Can we just...
- No.

- Who the hell are these guys?
- Priests.

Imhotep's priests.

All right, then.

There he is!

Hello, Horus, old boy.

Time to close the door.

Anck-Su-Namun.

O'Connell!

Jonathan!

Damn. These guys just
don't quit, do they?

Keep digging.

The Book of Amun-Ra.

Save the girl.
Kill the creature.

What are you waiting for?
Get out! Get out!

You all right. Let's go.

The Book of Amun-Ra! I
found it, Evy! I found it!

Shut up and get me
off here, Jonathan!

Open the book, Jonathan. It's
the only way to kill him.

You have to open the book
and find the inscription.

Well, I can't open it!
It's locked or something.

- We need the key, Evy!
- It's inside his robes.

O'Connell!

Mummies.

Look out! There's one there...
O'Connell!

Here's an inscription.

Oh, boy.

Oh, yeah. This just keeps
getting better and better.

- Do something, Jonathan.
- Me?

- You can command them.
- You have got to be joking.

Finish the inscription on the cover,
idiot, then you can control them.

Oh. Right.

Hurry up, Jonathan!

- I can't figure out this last symbol.
- What does it look like?

It's a bird. A stork!

Ahmenophus.

Oh, yes, I see.

Anck-Su-Namun!

Anck-Su-Namun!

Evy, I've got it.

Keep him busy.

No problem.

- Hurry, Evy! Hurry!
- You're not helping.

Oh! I've got it?

I thought you said it
was gonna kill him!

He's mortal.

Death is only the beginning.

Time to go.

You've lost the book!
Jonathan, I can't believe...

- Hurry!
- Come on!

- Couldn't we just...
- No, Jonathan!

O'Connell!

- O'Connell! Wait!
- Come on, come on!

- Wait! Please!
- Come on, come on! Beni!

Goodbye, Beni.

Go away.

Look out, look out!

Thank you. Thank you very much?

You have earned the respect and
gratitude of me and my people?

Yes, well, it was nothing?

May Allah smile upon you always.

And yourself.

- Yes, anytime.
- Stay out of trouble.

He's just leaving us here?

Well, I guess we go home
empty-handed again.

I wouldn't say that.

Oh, please!

How about you, darling? Would
you like a little kissy-wissy?