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Previously on Theodosia... Children. Look who's back.

Come here, you two. Oh!

The best way to keep them safe from Aapep and the Serpents is to keep...

ALL: Keep all of this a secret. We know.

Henrietta, dear, are you quite all right?

You do look very pale.

My assistant was recently poached by a rival,

and I was wondering if perhaps you might consider?

Neville Devenham wants me to be his assistant.

Congratulations. Will, that's amazing.

Now, though, I think I'm onto something -

an artefact that even Aapep fears.

We still haven't found "it".

I'm looking. Look faster.

You're not my mum!

WHISPERED: Goodbye, Henrietta. You served me well.

BIG BEN CHIMES

OBJECTS CLATTERING

CREAKY WINDING

SHE YELPS

All right, Sis?

Henry, what are you doing?

You woke me up. No, you woke me up.

You knocked something over.

LOUD THUD

What was that?

I don't know.

Because a torch that lasts 30 seconds really isn't worth

the scrap it's made from.

Look, I'm working on some improvements. Genius takes time.

Argh!

GRUNTS WITH EFFORT

Theo... Theo.

MUMMY MOANS

LAUGHS TO HERSELF

All wrapped up, nowhere to go.

But where was it going?

I don't know, but I can guess who it was going to see.

Did you sleep well, Mummy?

Do you know what, Henry? I actually did.

The best night's sleep since coming back from Egypt.

Although I still can't actually remember leaving.

DOOR OPENS

Honestly, breakfast around here gets later and later.

You're missing the best part of the day.

There. That's better.

Enough of the dramatics, Henry.

Fresh air is the best medicine for your mother.

Hey, I'm OK now

and I appreciate you moving in while I was getting back to my old self,

but you must be missing your own bed.

It is one's duty to support one's family,

even those only related through marriage.

A dash more milk, dear.

It says here there's been a spate of mummy thefts.

And I say it is rude to read at the table.

Oh. Mother.

Where are you two rushing off to?

Maths revision. Meeting Safiya at the arcade.

Uh, yes, meeting Safiya... Maths revision. ..arcade.

Something important.

I've learned so much at the museum.

It really brings history alive.

And I've made the best friends. Guilty.

My parents arrive tomorrow.

I have to convince them not to send me to that Swiss boarding school.

I'll put in a good word.

And guarantee a one-way ticket to Switzerland?

Well, that's going to be the least of your worries

if last night means what I think.

Er, mind-reading malfunction.

What about last night? Oh, you know, no biggie.

Just a mummy came to life. What?

And it wasn't the only one.

Half the mummies across England seem to have vanished.

It has to be Aapep.

Mummies? Aapep?

Can someone catch me up?

He's recruiting an army of the undead. And we have to stop him.

How? We don't even know where he is.

I'm not going to like this, am I?

I put an amulet on our mummy. That's what's keeping him here.

But take that off...

Tonight, the mummy should lead us straight to Aapep.

Yep. Not liking.

Sounds like a sleepover. I'll get my stuff.

It's one thing finding Aapep, but what's next?

But we have to stop him.

Like you tried at the museum? Didn't go well.

OK, I am perfecting a new spell.

OK, I hope this is going better than my training with Neville.

He's trying to teach me how to pick locks

but the only thing I've been able to pick so far is my clothes.

If it was easy, anyone could do it.

And then there'd be no point in locks at all. Exactly.

I guess we both have things to work on.

We'll get there. We will.

Mighty Horus, grant me the power to smite my enemies.

LOUD CLANK

SIGHS

Ugh.

How's it going?

Aapep won't know what hit him.

Possibly literally.

Are you sure you're ready, my dear?

Your grandfather thought he was.

He tried to stop these ne'er-do-wells

and was never seen again.

Well, with Will there's four of us.

Um, five, actually.

But who knows how many more of them?

Plus all the mummies.

Wait, no, that's a good thing.

If Aapep's still using the magical artefacts, that means he's not

at full strength yet. Now is our chance to stop him.

I wonder, Theodosia, if your spell might go a little better

if the bullrush balsam were more concentrated.

I shall brew some up at once.

Think I've got grandmother envy. She's so cool.

Audit done for another month.

It's well past your bedtime, Henrietta.

Recuperation needs rest.

For the last time... What are you making, Mother?

Abyssinian fortification tonic.

For those with less robust constitutions.

Be a dear and tidy up for me.

Ha... I can't take much more of this.

She creates more work than she saves.

So, you'll tell her she has to go?

Me?

You heard your mother. I need rest and recuperation.

KNOCK AT DOOR

I thought you two might like a midnight snack.

Thanks, Mrs Throckmorton. No problem.

Just don't stay up too late talking about boys.

Oh... She's so embarrassing.

At least she knows the rules of sleepovers -

talking about who you like.

As if we didn't know. Hm.

You and Henry.

THEATRICAL COUGH

What? Henry? Ha! Absolutely not.

The princess doth protest too much.

I bet he's never even kissed a girl.

Well, what difference does that make?

Everyone's got to start somewhere.

Are we still talking about Henry?

Seriously? Wait, so you, you've never...

So, Will's going to be your first kiss? No comment.

Well, you'd better hurry up.

Aapep's threatening the whole world -

this could be your last chance.

In the finished effect, I will be inside a box

filled with water.

Fortunately, I have the lungs of an ox.

I can hold my breath for a couple of minutes.

How long have we been going?

A lot longer than that.

Half an hour.

I'm late. Ah, sorry.

I promised my friends I'd help them.

No need for apologies or explanations. Make like the wind.

But I can't unlock you.

I am a master escapologist.

I will be free in a jiffy.

Oh, yes, no problem at all.

All I... All I need is my trusty...

Will! Will! You've taken my pick!

Let's take a little midnight snack.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

FOOTSTEPS

Oh, I thought you were a burglar.

Nope. Burglars can pick locks.

You see, mummy,

London has become a second home.

It is a city like no other, brimming with culture.

Oh, I was worried you'd bailed on us.

Never. I got stuck. I got here as fast as I could.

How'd the lock picking go?

I have increased the concentration of bullrush balsam

and mixed the recipe for you - this should do the trick.

You're the best granny.

Just be careful.

I don't want to outlive any of you.

EXHALES

Right. Snap to it.

The world isn't going to save itself.

How many of these did you say Aapep's taken?

Maybe a Swiss boarding school isn't so bad.

LOUD THUD

LOUD THUD

Too loud.

There. I told you I wasn't dreaming.

Go. I'll cover for you.

Maybe we should call the police.

A woman's museum is her castle

and this woman is more than capable of defending it herself.

Quite right, dear.

Wait.

Mother?

She's sleepwalking.

HOARSE CRIES

This is so scary.

EERIE CRIES

Where have they come from?

There are a lot in private collections. Not any more.

It must be powerful magic to get them all here.

You can save us from a magic mummy, right, Theo?

I don't know. Stay hidden, we mustn't get caught.

That's reassuring.

OK, then, that's a lot of mummies.

Where are they going?

A magician always comes prepared.

They are going into the warehouse.

Shssh! Mummy's the word...

What are we going to do?

They say it's dangerous to wake a sleepwalker. Especially for us.

This is Mother we're talking about. Oh!

Wait.

I think we should...

Touch her? Don't!

Oh, no. What is it?

Serpent.

You're going to attack him with that?

No, I'm making sure he doesn't give us away when we get inside.

Inside?

Oh, shame. Maybe they'll be here tomorrow.

We can come back then. Or we could use Theo's unlocking spell.

OK. Hear me, ancients.

Hathor, God of all that is light,

may the world become witness to your infinite wisdom.

DOOR RATTLES

It's no use.

Aapep must have blocked my magic somehow. So, that just leaves...

No, I haven't managed a single lock yet.

Everyone starts somewhere.

And this would be a great first time.

FOOTSTEPS

Someone's coming! OK, let's go.

No. Will, you can do this.

Just block everything out and focus on what you can feel.

Yes! Good job, Will. Go, go.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

We're going to have to split up.

This isn't a good place to be wandering around in the dark.

Time to shed some light on the situation. Oh, yes.

With your 30-second torch... I made some updates.

It lasts half an hour on a single wind, OK?

We'll leave you to it, then.

Go, go.

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

With tonight's haul,

we have collected every mummy in the country.

Let's hope we've scooped up the one we need.

The Great One has quite a temper.

That conniving, treacherous...

Now's not the time. Let's go.

Over to you, Maestro.

If Aapep's put some sort of magic block on this place,

how come the mummies could get in?

Did you get that unlocking spell wrong on purpose?

You put me to the test?

OK, well, it wasn't a test.

Will, it's because I believe in you

and you should believe in yourself, just as much as I do.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

We've just seen Nigella and Miss Krait.

Those mummies are definitely part of Aapep's plan.

OK, well, we'd better find him, then.

EXHALES

How long is this going to last?

Your mother's such a drama magnet.

I can't wait to have our home to ourselves again.

You did talk to her? Oh, ugh. Well, actually...

Ali! She means well but she treats us like children in our own home.

And you find her as interfering as I do.

But she's my mother and I can't... And you're afraid of her.

Rock-paper-scissors. Loser tells her.

Oh, oh!

We have them all, my lord.

Sorry, but I'm going to...

Henry, no, stop, get down.

It's Aapep we're after, OK?

And I've got just the spell.

Are you sure about this?

Theo, he's so strong.

Trust her.

He must be among them.

Aapep found a new body to hide in.

Good, then bring it to me.

Aapep?

I don't fancy your spell's chances against that thing.

At least let's try and see what he's up to before we try it.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

We can't risk it, not when everything can go wrong.

What are they looking for?

Here. Hemiunu himself.

My Hemiunu? What is he doing here?

How long has it been?

4,000 years?

How is the afterlife?

DISTURBED LAUGH

And here I am,

free of your prison,

and beckoning the night of destiny.

I need just one more thing...

The flail you used to imprison me.

What's Hemiunu doing with a flail? Aren't they for threshing grain?

They can be weapons, too.

Pharaohs carried fancy ones as symbols of power.

And somehow Hemiunu's flail helped imprison Aapep.

Is it just me, or does that sound useful?

We cannot let Aapep get his hands on the flail.

Come on, one of us has to wake her up and tell her to go home.

One, two, three...

Ah!

Best of three? We should do best of three. No?

OK...

Mum? Ooo-ooo!

Lavinia! Oh!

Where am I? What's happening?

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Well...

It's not here.

POWERFUL WHOOSH

No mortal will stop me again.

I must have the flail.

You have no need of it, Great One.

Your time is coming.

Soon you will make the world new,

crushing the old order,

raising up your loyal serpents.

My plans are greater than that.

Greater?

Where did you hide it?

Where?

OK, new plan. We find the flail before Aapep can.

Now's not the time. Come on.

INTENSE CRACKLE

There's someone up there.

Intruders!

SINISTER HISS

I did not like the look of that gas. Is everyone OK? We're fine.

Yeah, but let's get out of here. My house is the other way.

Pretty awesome lock picking. Pretty awesome support.

Find the intruders!

Meet me at the arcade in the morning to discuss a new plan.

We have to get that flail. Go, go!

Oh...

This fuss is quite unnecessary.

A simple cup of tea will more than suffice.

Coming right up.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Do you know, I had the strangest dream?

You wanted me to leave.

Apparently, I was...

I was an interfering drama magnet who treated you like children.

Dreams can be so strange.

Yes, can't they?

You played rock-paper-scissors to decide who was going to tell me.

Oh, Lavinia. As if!

You know you can stay as long as you like.

Yes, our home is your home.

Well! Well, if you're sure.

I suppose I had better get some proper sleep.

I'll need my wits about me if I'm going to keep everything shipshape

and Bristol fashion around here. Ha-ha!

Night-night.

DISTANT GROANING

CHAINS CLANK

GRUNTING FROM EFFORT

GROANING AND SIGHING

Aaaaaah!

Ah, Artie, my good man,

would you mind helping a fellow out of a sticky situation?

They look so peaceful.

Not a care in the world. Hm.

COUGHS