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Egypt, 1935

- Yucef, go for help. - Yes, Professor.

June 2: Egyptologist Pierre Desfontaines has unearthed

a tomb over 3000 years old

containing an intact sarcophagus.

June 9: We board Sirius with the sarcophagus and mummy.

The expedition is over. We sail for Marseille.

Final destination: the Louvre.

June 13: Desfontaines told me how he discovered the mummy.

June 14: The Egyptologist suffers from bouts of sleepwalking.

The crew is terrified.

A strange virus seems to have infected them.

Hallucinations.

Madness. Suicide.

June 15: I decide to leave my cabin.

I am the sole survivor.

Professor Desfontaines?

My God! Desfontaines!

Belph�gor: The Phantom of the Louvre (2001)

We found it during construction in a forgotten storage area.

New Kingdom, Ramses period.

Utterly astounding.

According to the archives, the sarcophagus was sent in 1935

by Pierre Desfontaines, a Louvre Egyptologist.

What's odd is, this is the casket of a simple functionary.

But this painting indicates a member of royalty.

Even odder, his name and face have been erased.

You may open it.

The wrappings are intact, but no jewels or amulets. It's impossible!

-They forgot them. -Impossible

I tell you.

The Egyptians needed these ritual objects to survive in the afterlife.

This light spot here, what is it?

Some metal object?

Lucky everything's new here.

Mona Lisa? Don't know her.

What's this? Felix, call the Command Post!

What is this crap?

Power failure.

Watch the grate!

Contact Miss Spencer.

No thanks, I'm the director.

- Call her on my behalf. - She still at the British Museum?

- Martha? - Glenda Spencer.

What is this mess? Security, here.

We're working on it.

Back to bed, Granny!

Get off my back.

You want to go back to the hospital?

Never! You promised.

I'm off. I'll get noodle soup and egg rolls.

No, how about spring rolls?

I can hire a nurse. You're my nurse.

You're my life-saver.

Look, sweetie, put it behind you.

Go out, meet people, but, please, forget that bum!

I will.

But don't rush me.

- My baby... - I'm convalescing, too.

I never liked that guy! But I loved him.

"But I loved him."

Hello, Mrs. Mozovska. How's your grandmother?

Getting better slowly. More construction?

After the museum, a parking lot.

The whole place will collapse.

Have a good day.

- Lisa! You home, pumpkin? - What a bitch!

You signed the shop lease in '60 and she kicks us out in 2000!

No, she's raising the rent. Same difference.

"Their perfume shop's too small. They need more space."

We'll work it out.

What'll we become?

- Well, well... - Oh, shit!

Candles are in the chest.

SOS Electric!

It's just a short circuit. You'll have the lights in a sec.

Weren't the candles nicer?

Like for a wake.

Don't be silly!

He's rather cute.

Take a look!

what..

- There you go! - Bravo!

I hit the same buttons. I'm zilch. You must have other talents.

She can do everything. Can't you, sweetie?

You deserve a glass of Beychevelle '89.

I wouldn't dare impose...

Please, impose all you like.

You know, I've always liked to eat, drink, smoke. To excess,

Lisa would say. Right, sweetie?

But I only had one man. Would you believe it?

Not your life story!

My friends know my life story. It bores them to tears.

- It might interest him. - Sure, I'm interested.

See? He's interested.

Then let's toast. Here you are, young man.

- To your health. - And yours.

Sweetie, come join us.

He's come a long way.

He's in pretty good shape for his age.

3,502 years old according to the particle accelerator.

The British Museum still not high-tech?

We still believe in the good old methods:

intuition, deduction... And solutions.

- So, Glenda, it's in your hands. - Not taking me to dinner?

Sure. One of these days.

Is that the Louvre?

Yes, do you ever go?

I must have been once at least 20 years ago.

I think of going on weekends.

No kidding.

We have a ringside seat here for the Tour de France,

in case you're interested.

- Your granny's a riot. - Never a dull moment with her.

- It's wild, all those books! - Like to read?

Only user manuals.

Granny...

Granny, wake up!

- It'll be all right. - It can't be!

I'll call the rescue squad.

Are we waiting for the family?

I am the family.

- You're sweet to come. - Can I buy you a coffee?

I can't. My shop landlord is evicting me.

I understand. There're days like that.

If you blow a fuse, don't hesitate to call.

My first mummy.

At the morgue,

they're usually still warm when I carve 'em up.

You don't get queasy, I hope.

I have my First Aid license.

Sex: Male.

Age, according to the scanner: about 30.

Height: 5 feet 6 inches.

I want a chemical analysis of the viscera.

Mummified viscera apart in canopic bags.

Looks like bronze. A traditional mask?

Not at all.

It's very unusual. No known examples. We'll date it.

Skull inspection: upper maxillary and frontal bone

damaged by a blunt object while subject was still alive,

deforming the face and eye sockets.

What a disaster!

- Where's the work site? - Some 100 yards back.

Restrict basement access.

Michel, cut the power.

You'll patch up the hole?

After the insurance report. But we buttressed it.

It will attract critters!

Ms. Spencer, I loved your book on Akhenaton.

I love Egyptology. I'm a New Kingdom specialist, too.

Really?

As an amateur. I've done research on mummification,

worship of the dead. There's still a lot to know.

A guard with a passion!

- Ramses dynasty? - That's right. 20th Dynasty.

The viscera reveal that he was poisoned.

It's like a police case: a dead body,

a crime, an investigation.

Have you identified him?

The inscriptions indicate he was of royal blood.

A religious dignitary, but oddly anonymous. No trace of his name.

So vital to the Egyptians!

You decidedly know the subject. Want some?

It's "improved" tea. You'll see.

Is the linen over his face original?

It's a tea towel.

I'm warning you, it's a real nightmare.

The poor man was horribly disfigured.

Let me help you! During my breaks.

How sweet, but I don't need help.

- Stay in my place, right? - I didn't mean that.

It's nothing...

The spectrometer.

Is that supposed to detect specters?

It's just for measuring magnetic fields.

The mummy's ceremonial dress!

Thank you.

They reproduced it based on a fabric scrap.

SOS Electric, at your service.

Sorry.

Again? Don't touch a thing, I'm on my way.

The fuses blew for no reason. I thought you'd fixed it.

It must be the building's main supply.

Yeah, I think they disconnected stuff.

How about you? Holding up?

I'm okay.

They took out the junction box in the stairwell.

- They work nights? - They're behind schedule.

Here, kitty!

There, it's back on.

What's she doing?

Miss!

- Where you going? - I don't know.

It's all fixed.

Yuck!

C'mon, let's go back.

- You don't belong here. - It's just that...

The exit's up there.

Back a bit! That's it.

Great! Now we're lost.

I bet it's up here.

Where do you think you're going?

This way!

- This takes the cake! - How about a tour?

We'll buy tickets tomorrow.

The Louvre to ourselves! It's magic!

There's guards and alarms all over. They'll take us for thieves.

But we're not thieves. C'mon...

All right.

515 to CP... In the main wing.

Calling all guards. Wait. This way.

Nice.

- Come here often? - Yes, with my grandmother.

That her?

I never saw the real thing.

She does have a great smile.

- SOS Electric... - Not now!

Sorry, I can't. Call me later.

Shit!

Let's get outta here. Stay. What'll I do?

There!

The Louvre.

Level -1.

Level -2.

Who are you?

I want to get out. I got lost.

- You set off the alarm? - No... Yes.

I don't know. I live opposite.

There was a power cut, I went down... Come with me.

515 to CP: Continuing my round towards the lab.

Corridor on the right. Stairs by the fire door.

515 to CP: I saw a shadow in the Sully wing.

You here?

Where were you? What happened?

I don't know.

That sure shook you up.

- It was that mummy. - What mummy?

A mummy in the lab.

Awful, disfigured, with a cracked skull. When I got closer my flashlight blew.

On emergency night calls I see some pretty weird stuff.

You took a bungee jump, without the cord.

You're right to move out. Too many memories here.

- Here, read this. It changed my life. - Really?

I'd change your life, too.

That's not SOS Electric, it's Mission Impossible.

- It may not be the right time... - It's not.

Okay...

Then we'll wait for the next power outage.

Could you stay over?

Just sleep here? Anyone expecting you?

- Down! - What is it, Simonnet?

I can't stand those beasts.

Felix, tell us what happened last night.

He saw a dark shadow. Cut it out!

Maybe the phantom of the Louvre.

Don't joke around with that stuff.

Mangin, I saw the surveillance log.

We had intruders? This is intolerable.

I called for an all-points inquiry.

Mangin to CP!

What are you looking for?

Notes that Desfontaines must have made.

I'm determined to find out the name of this mummy.

Luxor...

Remember? How I miss it.

Do you now?

The excavations, anyway. Have any regrets?

Only the day you dumped me under the pyramids.

Dear Suzanne! Have the Dutch arrived?

Yes, and journalist from a Paris daily.

He's investigating our security problems.

Bingo! I found his expedition log!

My name's Marco. You Lisa?

Martin talks a lot about you.

Can I get you a drink?

2 cokes, please.

Something wrong?

Lisa, wait! What's wrong?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. Don't take off...

What's with her?

- She just lost her granny. - Sure that's all?

I don't know. I hardly know her.

313 to CP: I hear weird noises. Anything on your screen?

"Kojak."

Not on TV, dummy, on the monitors. Nothing to report.

With all the sensors and the camera down...

310 to CP: all's well in the crypt.

313 to CP: nothing on the rooftops.

Still scared of the ghost?

You don't believe it either?

Sure, but I've lived with ghosts since I was a kid.

Granddad was a gravedigger. Sometimes I went and helped him dig graves.

He told me about the living dead. The figure is "Ankou" in Brittany.

Where I come from, the god of the dead is Baron Samedi.

Baron Samedi? Tell me about him.

Given the situation, I'd rather not.

It's him. It's the phantom. Stay here, I'll go.

Don't move, he's right behind you.

I tried calling you last night.

I took a sleeping pill. I really need rest.

Why'd you run off? Dunno. I got scared.

Electric guitars blow all the time.

Hello? Lisa? You're breaking up. You hear me?

I bust everything I touch.

Martin, you there?

Martin? Where are you?

Right here. How's that for the speed of light?

You scared me!

What'd they do to the place?

Nothing looks the same. It's Disneyland!

I won't work nights now. Not with that spook.

That's all a lot of rumors.

The less you talk about rumors, the better.

This isn't a barn like the British Museum! Doors covered?

- The cameras and alarms were out. - But we have security guards!

That's just it, the guards are afraid.

This is no nursery! If guards fear thieves,

let them be lifeguards or coastguards.

It's not thieves.

- What is it then? - There's talk about a ghost.

First the 35-hour work week, and now a ghost!

Check all elevators, broom closets and toilets again.

- So, security headaches? - You a journalist?

No, but I read the papers, and file them.

"Mysterious Incidents at the Louvre"

The museum has hi-tech security.

U.S. technology. Mangin, security chief.

Verlac, veteran. Retired, rather. This may not be America,

but it could turn into Vietnam.

Exploring our collections?

Yes. Desfontaines discovered the grave's existence

thanks to a ring. He mentions it in his diary.

It's this ring, with a royal seal.

Desfontaines couldn't decipher it.

He found it on another site in the desert,in the Valley of the Kings.

It must have been stolen from the mummy during the burial.

Look in storage.

I can't find it, but we must.

The royal seal will reveal the identity of our mysterious mummy.

There must be an explanation. Think so?

Sure. Some people set off alarms in store exits or stop watches. Maybe it's that.

Lots of people have magnetism.

Think so?

And when lightning strikes?

I'm sorry. I'm not into whips and chains.

I don't know what came over me. It was like I got an order.

An order to do what?

Kill you.

You don't say.

- I'm suing for attempted rape. - Can't you be serious?

Sorry. I just escaped violent death. I need to unwind.

But I want to see a doctor's report. If you're sick, get help.

Maybe I am sick.

I don't know.

Have you seen Miss Spencer?

We had a dinner date, but the lab doesn't answer.

We were just going to call you.

Think you're in the trenches?

The phantom... We just saw it on the screen.

The phantom!

How awe-inspiring! Enough of this now!

Secure all exit points.

We'll search the whole museum if need be.

We'll collar your phantom. Mark my word.

Mangin to CP: nothing in sight.

Continue reconnaissance.

Not the hornets!

Mangin!

Lisa?

I can't believe she split!

I don't believe this!

Poor Mangin's death was accidental, of course.

Of course.

The poor man thought he saw a phantom.

Enough of this absurd, obscure rumor! And the shattered showcases?

A third Egyptian amulet was stolen. Proof that the thief is involved in art smuggling.

I dare hope that none of you

is an accessory. Sanctions will be merciless.

Mr Faussier? The Prefect is on the line.

Bertrand? You know what time it is? What's up?

Sorry, Fran�ois, we have an emergency.

The Louvre's reputation is at stake.

It's a highly sensitive case. I need an investigator.

Someone quick, discreet and effective. I'm your man.

Inspector, you're more than retired.

I'm fixing up a little house outside town.

I grow lettuce, radishes, tomatoes. I don't know

if the asparagus will take.

But the Prefect called me in. I obey.

You'll be replacing our head of security... who's left us.

I know. His brains smashed to a pulp in a high dive.

It's just a start. Things won't improve.

I hope they will. Aren't you here for that?

The incidents are restricted to Antiquities.

Antiquity, like me. But always ready for service again.

This time I'll nab that Belphegor.

Belphegor? What's that?

Check an encyclopedia between "Belle Star" and "Ben Hur".

- How could a man like you... - I'm flattered.

But what's Belphegor?

What do you think? A shampoo? Belphegor is the devil.

Lucifer. In a human body!

- Sleep well? - So-so.

- Where? - What do you mean?

- Not in your bed. - What're you getting at?

You asked me to stay over. Why not just hire a bodyguard?

I can't even get near them. Could you feed them?

I need you to protect me, not spy on me.

And I don't need any of this.

Let's just drop the whole thing.

Enough is enough.

So we break it off?

Break what off?

I don't think we had anything on.

300,000 works of art, 2,400 windows,

10,000 steps! These witnessed the splendors of the 2nd Empire.

This isn't Ikea.

No. French period furniture.

Madame Du Barry slept here.

And she was in love with her boss.

Sure, nothing new. You really want to put up in this closet?

I love closets. They forget you in the end but you're there,

watching through the cracks, through doors left ajar.

The things you see! A closet's ideal for an inquiry.

To be frank, the Louvre ruined my life.

It became an obsession. Hold-ups, crimes...

I stopped caring about all that. They put me on a closet shelf.

No more promotions, nothing. But I bided my time.

I knew the critter would be back. And that day,

who would they pull out of mothballs? The old soldier!

So, another accident, boys? It doesn't let up!

Coffee for all, and one strawberry milk with a straw.

Inspector Verlac.

As of today you answer to me.

I knew some former colleagues who'd seen it...

a specter all in black,

strange accidents... It was back in the 60s.

I was there.

It was Blanchard who opened the wrong door.

Anyone there? First a series of power failures.

Then one day, or rather, one night...

What's that doing there? The night visitor!

I was green. I got the "Belphegor" case. A god... a devil rather.

Not a very kosher one. All the guards went bonkers.

Don't turn around!

I was by his side. Then something awful happened...

King Tut, live, croaking in my arms!

"A guard disguised as a phantom." It was the opposite: a phantom

disguised as a guard. Belphegor!

The mummy's outfit! What's the Man in the Iron Mask's name?

We don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out.

Where was it found?

In storage, in the Sully Pavilion, I think.

Right where the phantom appeared the first time.

The first time? There's always a first time. Long ago.

About when the Beatles were recording Sgt.Pepper.

And I was dancing in clubs in a skirt this short.

Ah, youth! Wonderful youth!

A fatal illness. Janis Joplin,

Jimmy Hendrix, Jim Morrison.

In their prime. It makes me weep.

But you're still here, Inspector.

That's my tragedy.

This is the Egyptology crypt.

Before you is a portal, a "false door"

fitted in tombs to separate the living from the dead.

The Amenuassu stele, dating from 1300 BC.

What's this comic strip? It's a papyrus scroll.

The Book of the Dead. You're too young.

The Book of the Dead.

The sunrise symbolizes Life's triumph over Death.

Ra, the sun-god,

crosses the sky from east to west

on the solar barque.

He floats along the celestial river to reach the abyss,

the Underworld, the Kingdom of Shadows.

Let's go, children.

The serpent Apep tries to slay the sun-god.

He guards the 12 hours of darkness,

and Ra must triumph every day for the sun to rise.

Understand?

Yes. You a history teacher?

No

How do you know all that?

I know that I know, but I don't know how.

Follow me, children. Now for the mummified animals.

I drew everything you said.

- What is it? - The god Osiris.

And that's Ra, the sun-god.

Aren't you ashamed?

My notebook! What's wrong with you?

He mixed up Osiris with Apep, his arch enemy!

You should be ashamed! You madwoman!

Besides these vision and hearing problems, do you have mood swings?

I sleep badly, I'm edgy. No one's bothered, since I live alone.

You've been alone too long.

- Granny died a few days ago. - I don't mean Genevieve.

How old were you when your parents died? Six.

- Do you remember the accident? - No, I was thrown from the car.

I didn't see it. I woke up in the hospital.

And Genevieve was there.

We'll start with magnesium and a mild tranquilizer.

Depression, is that it?

Thought of seeing someone?

A shrink?

Emergency! Intruder in the Scribe Room.

Simonnet!

Sure, I'm scared of dogs,

but this was a real nightmare! Believe me, Inspector?

Sure, once he detected your phobia, Belphegor gave you a cinemascope replay.

That's his defense mechanism.

- Don't leave me, Bob. - Don't worry.

ER, over. We'll save you a bed.

- You got attacked, too? - No. I'm afraid of needles.

See the paper? "Mortal Night Watch at the Louvre." Read it!

Relax. It has nothing to do with the Medieval Painting Dept.

The "phantom" is only interested in Egyptology.

New Kingdom, 20th Dynasty, that's his thing!

But the Louvre is a heritage site!

That's why I've decided to implement the "Vigi-Pirate" plan.

Right, raise the black flag!

- Where're you going? - To get some shuteye. I'm a bit pooped.

I doubt your anti-pirate thing will stop our man.

Stopping him is your job. Any progress?

I'm waiting for the next victim.

This is the false door, the sarcophagus is there.

- What're you doing? - Trying to replicate the tomb.

Look, Glenda, I called you in for a specific job.

That's how I work.

I piece things together to see what's missing.

My aim is discovery, yours is success.

- Have you identified your mummy? - Your mummy was related to the pharaoh.

He was a high priest of the Amun-Ra clergy.

But with no jewels or name, the burial ceremony couldn't take place.

Conclusion: his funeral was sabotaged.

By whom and for what reason?

Obviously to condemn the poor man to wander till the end of time.

I've heard of the Wandering Jew, but the Wandering Egyptian?

Lisa, are you there?

Screw it! I'm worried, too. Such a nice girl.

In a dead person's flat! And she spends nights in the cellar.

- She does? You're sure? - She's down there for hours.

"June 12: a strange virus

"has infected the crew. Hallucinations.

"Madness. Suicide."

- Intruder, Sully wing. - This time I'm ready.

How'd you get in? I hid at closing time. I hate crowds.

Don't give us that crap.

It's scalding! You prefer it cold?

His ID card, quick!

- You cops? - No, but just as brutal.

You enjoy wasting our colleagues? Like our pal Simonnet.

If you're the phantom...!

I have nothing to do with Belphegor!

Leave him to me.

You have to forgive them, they're a little on edge.

So you know the critter?

- What critter? - Belphegor.

313 here: Ghost moving toward storerooms.

- Got him in sight? - Affirmative.

Don't move. We're coming. I've been waiting for this!

Target in range.

- I'll take him out. - Don't even try!

- He spotted me. - Don't look at him. Keep down!

- He's gone. - Don't look him in the eye.

Not in my tongue!

Identity of the victim: Robert Guerini.

Notify the family.

Miss Bast!

Dinner's on the table.

You have 9 lives, and the key to eternity.

The Egyptians worshipped you.

But we poor humans

just pass through and return to dust.

If you meet Belphegor's gaze, you go mad.

So whatever you do, never look him in the eye.

Get me? Never.

Okay, sure.

What were you doing there?

Look, lieutenant... You watch too much TV!

"Inspector", like in the good old days.

I can't tell you.

I wanted to spare you a visit to the station.

Keep in touch!

Oh, it's you. Looks like it.

- And is it you? - Who else? Come in.

- I followed you last night. - Followed me?

For your protection. It's too dangerous there.

- Where? - The Louvre.

There's some killer phantom.

It all sounds crazy, but there've been deaths!

Deaths... The kingdom of the dead is beautiful.

I dreamt of Granny, holding her arms out to me.

She was so lovely, so young. Like the day she came for me.

Ever hear of Belphegor? What is it? Sounds nice.

Promise not to go back at night.

You're dreaming but I'm nuts? Let me go to work!

Yeah, right. Have a nice day.

Of these 2 obelisks, one graces the Place de la Concorde,

the other is in Luxor, by the Valley of the Kings.

Where they buried our mummy whose name was erased. Pierre Desfontaines

discovered the tomb from a ring

with a dynastic seal.

At Deir El Medineh, he exhumed maps that showed

the location of the royal tombs.

Excuse me, ma'am. I found a new hieroglyph.

Delighted to meet a new Champollion!

I'll have you know I published a dictionary

containing all the hieroglyphs.

Mine's not in it.

Then come to the board and show us your discovery.

Draw it here.

It's a barque... I don't know about that, but...

You're right, this hieroglyph isn't recorded.

But written forms kept changing.

Scribes often invented new signs.

This one contains several symbols: barque, river,

return, abyss. Any ideas?

A spirit crossing the river to the Kingdom of the Dead?

In this case, it may be a wandering spirit that cannot cross the river.

Like your priest mummy?

What year are you in?

You can hook up the surveillance camera.

Tell me, why are their hands lifted?

It's a ritual all Egyptians performed

to salute the rising sun.

Shit! Sorry.

Come with me.

Inspector! Not on sick leave?

Sure, but I'm obsessed by your critter. Obviously. It's like a leech.

I get it! I was sent a message. A message from the other world.

The dog was the god Anubis, guardian of the tomb.

The guardian of the tomb is me! Belphegor can't be his real name.

I'm sure you're right. I'll ask him for ID, don't worry.

Careful! It's dangerous to provoke the powers of Evil.

So... where'd you find this hieroglyph?

A friend discovered it. I don't know where...

She deserves the Nobel Prize!

Or else she's the reincarnation of Ramses III's scribe.

Reincarnation... You believe in that stuff? I was joking.

Could a dead Egyptian be trying to send us an SOS?

You mean, symbolically? To try to find the exit.

There is a tradition like that. In the Book of the Dead. Come...

You scared me. Recognize me?

You work at the Louvre.

There's talk of a phantom. Heard about it?

We're on the same wavelength.

I've got lots of documents on ancient Egypt to show you...

Let go of me. We'll find the secret to eternal life!

What's she doing there?

Something's happened to you. Look around you. Egypt everywhere!

Who are you?

Closing time, lady.

I have to get in!

-A relative of yours? -I have to get in. Please!

Leave the dead in peace.

Do the dead leave the living in peace?

Desfontaines, a serial killer? Hard to believe.

The ship doctor, the only survivor, says he wiped the crew out, then died.

Some lousy bug from Cleopatra's cemetery.

Our mummy dates from way before Cleopatra.

I'm not much on Egypt, except for Omar Sharif.

Where was this?

Desfontaines' cabin.

Bingo! The same hieroglyph!

But how could that guy know this hieroglyph?

- What guy? - A rather interesting guy.

He came to see me. A friend of his found this hieroglyph..

Mind taking off your glasses?

Not interested in what I'm saying?

Sure, we can talk mummies a bit, but it's contagious: you dry up.

In your case, it'd be a crime.

Inspector, is this an advance?

Bingo! As you would say.

Where's the light?

Marco! Where is she?

Didn't see her leave?

Go back to the Louvre if you want, but listen:

An Egyptologist showed me the Book of the Dead. Know it?

It says a specter can use a living person to reach the Underworld.

And you believe it?

I believe what I see. I'm here. You're not alone.

We're always alone.

Is it the mummy, the flat or the ozone layer? Something's spooky.

You gotta run. It wouldn't help. It's inside me.

I won't leave you. We'll fight it.

Why do that for me? I've got you inside me.

Got a smoke?

And a light?

Down, Samurai!

I saw the mutt lunge at the driver. The girl took off.

Which way'd she go?

Listen, Lisa.

Security call for Verlac. Report to CP, urgent!

Intruders in Egyptology. Suspicious movements in the crypt.

Coitus interruptus.

Belphegor!

Him again. Don't lose him.

Over here, you! You're not going anywhere!

She's dead. Happy now?

The phantom's profile is taking shape:

Sex: Female. Name, address?

A building across the street...

Tell me about her life. It's about time.

I've got nothing more to lose.

The kid's been through a lot.

You'll get some shuteye here, and we'll pick it up again tomorrow.

Lose something, Inspector? A young lady.

She should've smashed to pieces around here,

but there's nothing. Not a single tooth.

It's here, sir.

She returned the keys. She was taking a long trip.

But just what are you investigating?

"The Mysteries of Paris," ma'am.

I can reassure you: An hour ago Lisa was asleep in her granny's flat.

I saw her fall with my own eyes!

With Belphegor you ain't seen nothing yet. She was sound asleep.

I want to see her!

If you care, play it cool.

Lisa's the beauty, but deep inside is the beast.

To save her, help her fulfill her mission.

What mission?

Find the mummy's 7 amulets and, above all,

a ring. That's the stiff's ID.

Your Lisa will be back

tonight, in the museum. We'll wait for her

to slip into her outfit.

- Then it's up to you! - Why me?

It seems only you can look her in the eye and not jump out the window.

Don't let her in. With a bazooka?

Belphegor is programmed to help the Egyptian reach the Underworld.

Another failure would be fatal.

- For who? - For your Lisa!

The critter under her skin would eject, leaving her to dry up

and shrivel, all mummified.

Inspector, I was looking for you.

Mr Cold Fish! See you tonight. And no funny stuff. I'm counting on you.

Look what we found on the Molien balcony: the mummy's mask.

I don't get it! It's locked in the strong room every night.

Our critter walks through walls.

Enough of your... "critter"!

I asked for a crack, not an old clown.

You're right: I missed out on my vocation.

Ply your trade elsewhere! What have you accomplished so far?

We'll shift into high gear. I want you in my office.

We'll sic a SWAT team on him!

On your Belphegor!

What do you want?

Tell me!

Do what you want,

but hurry.

Right on time.

- What's she doing? - Looking for the ring by radar.

The one with the deceased's name?

She came up empty. We have to pacify the beast.

Over to you, my boy.

Don't move!

To the military hospital! Operation Louvre terminated.

Evacuation!

Let me go!

Can't get a word out of her, not even her name.

- May I speak to her? - Careful, she's violent.

I won't hurt you.

I'm a friend of Martin's.

- You know Martin? - Don't say a word.

- He's here, listening. - Who?

That thing, here... in my head.

He's listening, but he speaks, too. What does he say?

What does he say?

He wants someone to say his name. But I don't know his name.

- Help me? - I will. I'm here to help you.

Say the name. Say his name.

- It reminds me... - Of what?

- It reminds me... - Think, Lisa, think!

Say it! What's it remind you of?

Stories Granny told me as a child. There was...

an evil spirit who couldn't speak his name. Someone else had to.

Then what?

Then a prince looked it in the eye

and said its name.

The spirit was calmed and returned among the dead.

Here, between the two. Good.

My God!

- He was buried with the ring? - I didn't know he was buried here.

Like Jim Morrison. We'll go say hello later.

The exhumation permit!

What's today's agenda?

There's no ring.

He lost weight. It may have slipped off.

- Allow me, doctor. - Be my guest.

Sorry, Mr Desfontaines.

The royal seal of the pharaohs!

Can you read the name? Take this.

Careful...

Neb-Mes-Ur-Mao,

"The Great Seer"!

We gave her a sedative, and look...

She can't help it, she wants to go back to the Louvre.

- Let me in. - Careful, she's...

It's okay, I know.

Lisa, calm down.

Listen to me, do as I say.

Repeat after me...

It's Coptic. Ancient Egyptian.

It's a dead language. No one's spoken it for...

2,000 years. Who's voice is it?

A voice from Beyond. The phantom of the Louvre.

- What's she saying? - To proceed with the passage rites.

- What exactly are the passage rites? - The mummy's funeral rites.

So that his Ba, that is, his soul,

can reach the other side of the river. They're legends.

- When's the ceremony to take place? - The last quarter moon.

This very night.

A little tight to send out invitations. And we haven't found the stolen amulets.

Don't tell me you're going to...

Exactly! We'll put this alien's papers in order,

give him a one-way ticket across the river.

Leave me out.

My scientific training forbids me to believe in such things.

Organize the ceremony. Let's play along. What's there to lose?

Art books, please? Behind the Egypt counter.

Incredible.

Good imitation, aren't they?

They are indeed.

The 7 amulets stolen by Belphegor!

So you want to use the new room

so a 3,502-year-old dead Egyptian

can reach the Underworld? Is that right?

Yes, the phantom seems to be asking us to...

How kind, but isn't the phantom, in prison?

Worse, the critter will go mad. I shouldn't even speak to you!

Withdraw the complaint... No way! No, nein, niet!

You'd be guilty of... I'm warning you, you'll get Belphegor for life!

Sir!

Sir, I found them!

- There, that's great! - Great?

Return them to their cases, now.

"Great..."

I'll just give her a shot.

So it had to be you. Possessed by a dead man.

In your shoes, I'd have penetrated the secret to eternal life.

But all's not lost.

You'll die. The spirit will return to the mummy,

and make its nest in me instead.

I'll just give her a shot.

Do you have children?

3 or 4 no doubt, but we were never introduced.

Family life isn't my thing.

But sometimes you meet a guy and think:

"I'd have liked him for a son."

So what's the plan?

Lisa gets mummified and we just sit here?

Inspector, it's for you. The military hospital...

What?

We're on our way.

Ready for the passage party?

This must be a joke. Not again!

Think you can scare me, Verlac? I'm sure it's you.

Honestly, masquerading at your age! It's outrageous.

It's ridiculous. All this just to make me...

Not that! Not Belphegor!

The phantom, no!

You're right.

It exists. I saw it.

But it does have an effect on people.

Inspector,

we must help this poor Neb-Mes to get back home.

"At sunrise, Ra triumphs over the monsters of the night."

What's that slicer?

The adze, for the ritual opening of the mouth.

"Endlessly thou repeateth the cycle.

"Thou art Neb-Mes who lieth down, thou art Neb-Mes who riseth.

"Forever shalt thou remain alive."

515 to CP: watch over, nothing to report.

So, science bows to science fiction?

What have we just experienced?

I'm totally bewildered!

I opened the door to the Beyond, but I don't quite know how to close it.

Who gives a damn?

Have a good weekend and watch your phantom!

You don't know how to fly, Lisa. You know that?

I know.

You won't miss it?

That depends.

Got anything better to offer?

I think I do.

Subtitles: Lenny Borger & Cynthia Schoch

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