All language subtitles for The.Mummy.1999.x265

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.

What are you doing here?

Who has touched you?

Imhotep?

My priest!

Pharaoh's bodyguards.

- You must go! Save yourself!
- No.

Only you can resurrect me!

I won't leave you! Get away from me!

You shall live again!

I will resurrect you!

My body is no longer his temple!

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 its 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 Imhotep 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.

HAMUNAPTRA - 1923

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?
- Oh, 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.

The Creature remains undiscovered.

And what of this one?

- Should we kill him?
- No.

The desert will kill him.

CAIRO, EGYPT - 3 YEARS LATER

Sacred stones,

sculpture and aesthetics,

Socrates, Seth, volume one, volume two,

and volume three. And... Tu...

Tuthmosis? What are you doing here?

T. T, T, T...

T.

I'm going to put you
where you belong.

Help.

Oops.

What... How...

Um...

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
sooner rather than later

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! Oh, 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. That's 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.

Yes, yes, I know all the silly blather

about the city being protected
by the curse of a mummy nonsense,

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.

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've 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.

Jonathan, you stole it from a drunk
at the local casbah.

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

Will you stop being so ridiculous?

Now what exactly
is this man in prison for?

Well, 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 tiffin...

Who are you?

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

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

- 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... Uh...

Hello. Excuse me.
Um, 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
that 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?

- You know... Do I know you?
- No, no, no.

I've just got one of those faces.

Damn.

You were actually at Hamunaptra?

- Yeah, I was there.
- You swear?

- Every damn day.
- No, I didn't mean that...

I know what you meant. 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.

- Two... £200.
- Proceed!

£300.

Any last requests, pig?

Yeah. Loosen the knot and let me go.

Of course we don't let him go!

Five-hundred pounds!

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...

- Ten percent.
- Fifty percent.

- Twenty.
- Forty.

- Thirty!
- Twenty-five.

Ah! Deal.

Cut him down!

GIZA PORT - CAIRO

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.

Um...

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

that this isn't all
some kind 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. And 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, would you, Burns?

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

O'Connell, sit down, 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, says
we get to Hamunaptra before you?

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

- And who says we are?
- He does.

Well, how about it? Is it a bet?

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

What makes you?

Well, 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 I just, um...

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 out 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
that it's made out of pure gold

makes no never mind to you?

- Right?
- You know your history.

I know my treasure.

Um...

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?

What a 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 take them out
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...

Hmm. 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?

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?

Will you 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 ♪

This one is strong.

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.
Its 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.

Uh... Here, this is 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?

Oh.

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.

Well, 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 thing?

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

- No offense.
- None taken.

Hey, 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. Hmm?

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.

And then they'd
take out your heart as well.

Oh, and you know
how they took out your brains?

Evy, I don't think we need to know this.

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

scramble things about a bit,

and then rip it all out
through your nostrils.

- Ooh, 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!
Now that's what he was talking about!

- Who was talking about what?
- The man... 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, uh, 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, huh?
- No, I don't.

I believe if I can see it
and I can touch it, then 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?

Hmm, a broken bottle.

Glenlivet, 12 years old!

Well, he may have been a 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.

See, 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, uh, combine forces, hmm?

Hey, tough stuff,
try a right hook.

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

- Mmm-hmm.
- 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.

Uh-huh.

And unlike your brother, miss,

you, I just don't get.

Ah.

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, uh...

I get him, but...

What are you doing here?

Look, I... 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.

Oh.

Rick.

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

- Yeah, 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.
- Yeah, yeah, 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."

Well, Let's make sure

we don't bring anyone
back from the dead then, huh?

"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?

Oh, look, the sacred spells
have been chiseled off.

Now, 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.
- 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.

Well, 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.
Well, Congratulations.

You know, 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.

Well, he certainly wasn't a popular fellow
when they planted him, was he?

You know, 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 ten 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 want 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!

Huh?

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...

Oh.

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!

Oh...

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!

Come with me, my Princess Anck-Su-Namun.

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

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Whoa!

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 creature

that 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.

The language of the slaves...

I may have use for you.

And the rewards...

...will be great.

My prince.

Where are the other sacred jars?

FORT BRYDON - CAIRO

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

Having an encounter

with a 3,000-year-old
walking, talking corpse

does tend to convert one.

Well, forget it. We're out the door,
we're 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
not to play around with that thing?

Right then, me, me, me, me.

I, I, I woke him up
and I intend to stop him.

Oh, yeah? How?

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

Oh, well, then we are just
going to have to find some immortal ones.

There goes that "we" again.

Look, will you just 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? And is that my problem?
- Well, it 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?

Look, 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.
- 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.

- Oh, hey, Winston.
- Yeah...

Oh, 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,

don't we, 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, hmm.

Oh, well, back to the airfield, ha-ha!

Tell me, has your sister always been...

- Oh, yes, always.
- Well, we're all packed up,

but the damn boat
doesn't leave till tomorrow morning.

Tail set firmly between your legs, I see.

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

So, uh, 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.

Oh, whoops.

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

No.

And for your eyes,

- and for your tongue.
- What...

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

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've you been?

We are in serious trouble.

You saved me from the undead.

I thank you.

We are in very serious trouble.

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

What's this guy want anyway?

There's only one person I know
that can possibly 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 years,
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.

And now, because of you, we have failed.

And you think this justifies
the killing of innocent people?

To stop this creature? Let me think.

Yes!

Question. Why doesn't he like cats?

Well, cats are the guardians
of the underworld.

He will fear them
until he is fully regenerated.

And then he will fear nothing.

Yeah, and you know
how he gets his self fully regenerated?

By killing everyone who opened that chest.

And sucking them dry, that's how!

Jonathan, will you stop
playing with that?

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

And then just 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 well, that's 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's 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?

Well,
there was me and Daniels here.

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

What about my buddy, Beni?

No, he scrammed out of there
before we opened the damn 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
just leave me behind here

like some old kind of carpetbag.

I mean, 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, uh, I thought
I could just stay at the fort

and, uh, 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?
Here, 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, huh, Beni?

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 its weight in gold.

- What does he want the book for?
- Oh, come on, 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 a bourbon chaser.
- Yeah, yeah, 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.

Yes, well, according to legend,

the black book
that 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. And 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.

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.

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.

Well, looks like the old boys
at Bembridge were mistaken.

Yes, 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.

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 still 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.

Kill them all!

No! Let go of me!

Imhotep.
Let go of me!

Goodbye, my friend.

Come here, you little...

Imhotep. 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. Uh, a word?

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

Not a damn thing.

Is it dangerous?

You probably won't live through it.

By Jove, do you really think so?

Well, everybody else
we've bumped into has died. Why not you?

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

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

Winston Havelock
at your service, sir. Ha-ha!

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 loved the whole sand-wall trick.

It was beautiful.

Bastard.

Excuse me?

Um, 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!

You know,
nasty little fellows such as yourself

always get their comeuppance.

- Really? They do?
- Oh, yes.

Always.

Um, 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 in my arm! My arm!

Whoa!

- 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!

Kill them...

...and wake the others.

- 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.

With your death, Anck-su-namun shall live.

And I shall be invincible!

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

The Book of Amun-Ra.

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.

Uh-uh.

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.

Destroy him!

Destroy him!

I command you to destroy him!

Anck-Su-Namun!

Give me that book!

Anck-Su-Namun!

Now you die.

Evy, I've got it.

Keep him busy.

No problem.

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

Now it's your turn.

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...

- Come on!
- Hurry!

- Oh, couldn't we just...
- No, Jonathan!

O'Connell!

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

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

Goodbye, Beni.

Go away.

Get back! Get back!

Go, go, go!

Oh, 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?

Whew!