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Hey, you
with the naughty eye

When you pass us by
we just have to cry

Hey, you, yoo-hoo

When we see your smile
and the sweet profile

We dream all the while
of you

Hey, you
till we meet again

At the Place Madeleine
on the rue de Lorraine, we two

And if you care for me
and be my sweet chéri

Yoo-hoo
I'd go for you

Hey, you

With the naughty eye

When you pass us by
we just have to cry

Hey, you

Yoo-hoo

When we see your smile
and that sweet profile

We dream all the while
of you

Hey, you

Till we meet again

At the Place Madeleine
on the rue de Lorraine, we two

And if you care for me
and be my sweet chéri

Yoo-hoo-hoo-hoo
how I'd go for you

Tante Berthe,
you sing plenty fine.

Maybe someday pretty soon
you get tired being wife

to little guy like Ulysses
and you marry me, yes?

No!

Not much fun being married to a
man twice as old as yourself.

That will fix you, Cajun Joe.
Maybe now you keep your mouth shut.

Hey, your wife, she's not changed mind yet.
But pretty soon I be rich man.

Mm. For small guy, I make
plenty more money than you.

Yeah, Tante Berthe,
she's making the money with her singing.

You good only
for wash-a dish.

Say, you get to be a rich man at
working as foreman in swamp clearing?

Yeah, when the job's finished
in the swamp clearing,

I take my money and get me a good
pair of fishing ground in bayou.

The work in the swamp,
she is finished now.

What for you say that?

'Cause nobody is so crazy to
work there and you know why.

No, Achilles,
you tell me why.

On the night when the moon
is so high in the heaven,

the mummy and his princess,
they walk.

Crazy, foolish!

Antoine!
Where he is, huh?

Maybe the mummy got him!

The loup-garous,
they don't want no more diggin' in the swamp.

I go back, pick moss.
But I no work in the swamp, never.

Me neither.

I no go to the place.

Achilles is right.

This place,
she's-a haunt.

Oh, waste up. You listen to me,
I know better from all of you.

I been pearl fishin'
this place for over 30 year.

Long ago, there was a mummy like you
say and he take a girl in the swamp.

But that was 25 year pas'.

Can't you people get it through
your heads that the government

is draining that swamp
for your benefit?

For the sanitation and health of your
families? You know what I mean, Hill.

It's up to you to get
those men back to work.

Mr. Walsh!

We are the ones
that have to understand.

These men are convinced that the
swamps have got a curse on 'em.

Don't give me any of that
childish business, Hill.

You're the foreman around here.
Get those men back to work.

Ask him
where Antoine is.

Oui. You think it's
childish business.

Everybody knows the place,
she is haunted.

Antoine, he disappear
last night.

Maybe he went to Tante
Berthe's Cafe and got drunk.

No, he no go to Tante Berthe.
He stay on the job.

Everybody know that work on the swamp,
he catch hard luck

on his family
and children's children.

Too many people, they go in the swamp,
they never come out.

That's nonsense
and all of you know it!

When you consider, Mr. Walsh, the swamp
hasn't changed for hundreds of years, it's...

Then it's a good thing we started
doing something to remedy matters.

I don't care how you go about it but get
those men back on the job right away.

That's all.

- I'm looking for a Mr. Walsh.
- That's me.

My name is Halsey.
Dr. James Halsey from the Scripps Museum.

How are you?

This is my colleague and associate,
Dr. Ilzor Zandab.

How do you do?

The Scripps Museum, eh?
Now, what can I do for you?

I have a letter of introduction
that will explain.

Come in the office.

I don't get this at all.
'Sides, I happen to be rather busy.

I merely wanted to present our
credentials and ask your cooperation.

Cooperation?
What for?

Well,
you're head of the engineering project here.

We've been sent to recover the mummies
of Kharis and the Princess Ananka,

believed to be buried
in these swamps.

Look, mister.

I've got trouble enough with these
people and their superstitions.

What's more, I'm not gonna be annoyed by
college professors gettin' in my way.

Diggin' for mummies!

If I promise not to get in your way,
Mr. Walsh?

I'll advise you
not to.

Dr. Halsey, has not permission
been secured by the Scripps Museum

to excavate and explore
these swamps?

Museum or no museum,
this work cannot be delayed.

Mr. Walsh,
you won't be delayed in the slightest.

In fact,
we probably won't start

until after your
work is done.

And the swamp sections
are drained.

In that case, Dr. Halsey's expedition
won't be in our way at all.

Now, you stay out of this!

Just because you're upset is no
reason to be unfriendly to them.

Look, I've had enough
argument for one day!

You be sure and check on those requisitions
for more cable and another derrick.

Good day, gentlemen.
I'll just be a few minutes, Betty.

Thanks for helping us out. But you
shouldn't talk back your boss like that.

You're liable
to get fired.

You mustn't mind Uncle Pat.

Oh, your uncle?

He isn't nearly as unpleasant
as he appears to be.

Say, what makes you so sure that these
mummies are buried in this swamp?

Because many years ago,
the mummy carried off a girl.

Pursued by the townspeople
and the sheriff's posse,

he made for the swamps
right in this locale.

And that, Mr. Walsh,
is a matter of record.

The newspaper files
of The Bayou Times

carried long descriptive
accounts of the event.

You expect me to believe a
story as fantastic as that?

As a matter of fact,

the Egyptians themselves
doubt the legend of Kharis.

But nevertheless,
a small group in Egypt

did harbor the mummy
through the centuries.

And he's been traced
right here to this country.

In the dictum of the fathers
it is written:

"Truth will flourish
in fantasy,

"only to wither and die in what
you are pleased to call reality."

Mm-hmm.

Yes,
and speaking of reality, Ilzor,

I think it's time we
started getting organized.

Boss!
Something terrible done happened.

What is it now, Goobie?

- Antoine! They just find him dead!
- What?

At the edge of the pit
on the edge of the swamp.

These unnecessary
accidents!

Oh, no, sir,
he was killed!

What do you mean?

And the workmen,
they're getting mighty scared, sir.

They're gonna quit.

- Find Cajun Joe. He knows how to handle these people.
- Yes, sir.

He's probably at
Tante Berthe's Cafe.

Bring him in
as quick as you can.

- Yes, sir.
- Get Dr. Cooper.

Master Joe! Master Joe!
Master Walsh is lookin' for you.

Why do he want me for?

"Find a lizard on the grave,
'tain't no charm your life would save."

Hey, what are you
talking about, Goobie?

They just find Antoine in the big
pit with a knife in his back.

Huh!

I don't know how it could've happened
with all these men workin' around here.

How long has he been dead,
Dr. Cooper?

I can't say definitely.
But I'd judge at least 24 hours.

He must've been murdered
yesterday and the body left here.

The devil's on the loose!

Maybe soon
we'll all be killed.

Mr. Walsh!
Will you come here a minute?

What does that
look like?

It looks like
a hole in the ground.

No, no.
Come down here and take a better look.

Hey,
looks like the imprint of a man's body.

A big man too.

Not an ordinary man's body,
Mr. Walsh.

Unless I'm mistaken,
a mummy was buried here

until a bulldozer
uncovered it.

Oh, Ilzor,
I want you to see this.

What do you think
that is?

Might be part of a
wrapping from a mummy.

But it will take a full
microscopic test to make certain.

The devil's on the loose and
he's dancin' with the mummy!

See what I told you, Joe?

The loup-garou is
plenty mad.

Only crazy people
dig in the swamp.

He's right!

The swamp is haunted
by the mummy!

How many time I told you,
the mummy he's-a no scare nobody.

Let's all stop
the nonsense!

If this cloth wrapping
proves authentic,

whoever found the mummy
must've murdered Antoine.

The whole story's
fantastic!

Perhaps not as fantastic
as it seems, Mr. Walsh.

Joe, go into town and notify the
authorities of Antoine's murder.

Master! Master!

'Tis you, Ragheb.

Yes, Master.

The hours of the night
are few.

Lead the way, quickly.

Look, Master.

The path leads right up the
hill from the very swamp edge.

But the mummy cases,
where are they?

Safely hidden
in the monastery.

You couldn't have
carried them up alone.

No, I've had help.

You've been told
to work secretly!

Those who helped
will not talk.

I trust you silenced them less
noticeably than you did Antoine?

With Antoine I had to
act quickly, Master.

This time their bones will
long be turned to powder

before our secret
is discovered.

Come.
The hours do not linger.

It is good.

Yes, Master.

My robe.

But where is Kharis?

Over there, Master.

Kharis,
you shall rise again

to find your
Princess Ananka.

That is our vow to you.

Kharis will soon be ready to
return to life and movement.

Yes, Master.

Now, where is the copper box
and the sacred brazier?

They are here.

Open it.

There you will find leaves
of the ancient tana tree.

Yes, Master.

Give three to me.

Three leaves

to keep his heart beating.

Once, each night,
during the cycle of the full moon,

we will dissolve three tana leaves
and give the fluid to Kharis.

Yes, Master.

Once each night during the
cycle of the full moon.

And nine leaves each night

to give life and movement.

Nine leaves each night

to give him
life and movement.

And now,

by this medallion of the
late priests of Arkam,

you will swear to the
ancient gods of Egypt

that you will not
betray your trust.

I swear by the mighty power
of Amon-Ra,

whose anger
can shatter the world,

that I will not
betray my trust.

Now that you have sworn,

the time has come when you must
learn the purpose of our mission.

You will look back with me
across the years

that pass like vapor
before thine eyes.

Over 3,000 years ago,
the Princess Ananka died.

She was buried with all the
ceremony due her exalted station.

Ananka's father,
King Amenophis,

bid her her last farewell.

And thus,
the Princess Ananka was placed in her tomb.

Kharis,
a prince of the royal house who loved Ananka,

looked on in grief.

His devotion was so great
that he refused to believe

she was lost to him forever.

Kharis broke into the altar room to
steal the secret of eternal life

from its hiding place at the feet of Isis,
the goddess.

With that, he knew he could
bring Ananka back to life.

Daring the anger
of the ancient gods,

he stole
the forbidden tana leaves.

Returning to the tomb
of his beloved,

to restore her once again
to mortal state,

Kharis was discovered
by guards who seized him.

For it had been decreed that whoever
defiled the temples of the gods

should meet a cruel
and violent death.

And never should
his soul find rest

unto eternity.

Such was the curse
of Amon-Ra,

king of all the gods,
upon Kharis.

And for the sin
he had committed,

he was condemned
to be buried alive.

But first,
they cut out his tongue

so the ears of the gods
would not be assailed

by his unholy curses.

Then all trace of sinful Kharis'
identity was destroyed.

And he was buried alone
on a remote hill,

far beyond the Valley
of the Seven Jackals.

With him was also buried a great
quantity of the forbidden tana leaves.

As slaves covered
the accursed burial spot,

a signal from the high priest
moved the warriors to action.

The slaves were killed

so that they could not tell
what had taken place.

Later, the priests removed
Kharis from his unholy grave

and placed him in a cave on the
other side of the mountain,

together with a large
quantity of the tana leaves.

It was ordained by
the great god Amon-Ra

that Kharis
should remain immortal,

and that his heart should
beat throughout eternity.

For his tomb
guarded the passageway

to the sacred resting place
of Princess Ananka.

And thus, none but
the priests of Arkam

knew where
Kharis was buried.

For over 3,000 years,
Kharis remained in his cave

on the other side
of the mountain,

waiting to bring death to
him who would desecrate

Ananka's tomb.

For Kharis
really never died.

Then why, Master,
is he here in America?

An American archeologist seeking
the tomb of Princess Ananka,

by accident came upon
and dared to desecrate

the burial place of Kharis.

Kharis desired to carry his
Princess Ananka back with him,

but nonbelieving infidels have
driven them into these swamps.

That I have heard.

Two high priests of
Amon-Ra came to America

to bring you and Ananka
home to Egypt

to repose together

in eternal
and immortal peace.

Both of those priests
have met a violent death

in the attempt.

And now you, Ragheb,
shall help me to succeed

where they have failed.

We shall fulfill our sacred
duty or die by violence.

Yes, Master.

You have risen, Kharis!
'Tis well.

What does this mean?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

I am Michael,
self-ordained caretaker

of this monastery.

I thought this place
was abandoned.

This house of worship,
though silent for many years,

is not to be desecrated
by such pagan customs.

I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to
take these sacrilegious things away.

They shall remain
only for the night.

You cannot stay here
another hour.

In a room beneath the chapel I found
the bodies of freshly murdered men.

Never has this
happened before.

Quitting time
already, Goobie?

Yes, sir, Mr. Ragheb.
Another day gone.

You goin'
to town tonight?

No, not tonight.

Hey!

Hello.
I no see you before.

What your name?

Where you come from?

Ah, you wet.
You better take my coat.

Think something
happened to you.

Better come with me.

Kharis!

Kharis!

Kharis?
What is this Kharis?

Maybe that's your name?
Come on, I bring you to Tante Berthe.

She fix you up,
all right.

We better not go
the front door.

We go the side way
to Tante Berthe.

You wait here.
I go get Tante Berthe.

What do you do here
in my home, Joe?

Shh.

Who's she?

I find dis poor girl
in de swamps.

She's-a very sick.

What is she doing here?

Hey, what is your name?

What's the matter with you? Don't just
stand there, go get Monsieur Doctor!

All right, all right.
You take good care from her.

Don't worry, just get
Monsieur Doctor, quick.

Go on, there,
I fix the bed and get you some clean clothes.

And you just rest for awhile.
That's it.

The hour has come,
Kharis.

The moment for which
you have waited so long.

Ragheb has seen your bride,
Princess Ananka, taken away.

Now you shall go
to take her.

You know
your destination.

Drink! Drink from the brew
of the nine tana leaves.

And any who would stand
in your way, kill.

Kill!

You feel, perhaps,
a little better.

What's the matter?

You feel sick again?

I thought we were
gonna hit her.

I wonder what's happened to
her and what she's doing here?

Yes,
look at the way she's dressed.

What strange clothes to be wearing out
in the swamp at this hour of the night.

She doesn't seem
to be injured in any way.

Let's take her back to camp and
have Dr. Cooper take a look at her.

You'd better sit
in back with her.

Excuse me.

What's the matter here?

Where the girl?
What happened?

We have a good time singing.

Ulysses come in here and...

And Tante Berthe,
she on the bed.

This woman is dead.

Death by strangulation.

I don't know why somebody
want to kill her.

She's only sing and try to make people happy.

Funny marks
in the throat.

It looks like mold.
Odd, isn't it?

Poor Tante Berthe.
She's-a dead.

And-a girl,
she's-a gone.

Wha...

What has happened to me?

I woke up
and everything is so strange.

- Who are you?
- We're friends.

We found you wandering
around last night.

Wandering?

Dr. Halsey and Miss Walsh
brought you here.

Are you feeling better?

I cannot remember who I am
or what I'm doing here!

Do you remember Joe?

No.

Do you remember
Tante Berthe?

Tante Berthe.

The Cajun woman.

Cajun woman.

You really only suffered
a severe shock.

Now, you need
have no fear.

Just lie down.

Rest quietly and
you'll be all right.

I'll drop in to see
how you are later.

Now, that poor girl is
definitely a victim of amnesia.

We must give her
something to do,

something to keep her mentally alert,
keep her talking as much as possible.

She could help me
with my laboratory work.

I could
start her tomorrow.

That would be fine, fine.

Hello. What are
you trying to do,

develop a fine case
of sunstroke?

Good morning,
Dr. Halsey.

I hope you do not mind
my working out here.

I had one of the men
move the equipment.

I love the sun.

Yes, but does it
love you that much?

Or will you be shining like a
boiled crawfish in an hour or two?

I can never get
too much sun, Dr. Halsey.

I hope you will
forgive me,

but I've been reading
your notes.

Oh, it's just a lot of technical data
you probably wouldn't understand.

I do understand,
Dr. Halsey.

And you're right.
These are mummy wrappings.

But your notes
are not complete.

Well, that's
very interesting.

Here.

See for yourself.

Notice the coarse
material,

and the number of strands
per square inch.

This fabric was woven during
the dynasty of King Amenophis.

And worn by Kharis,
prince of the royal house.

Have you studied
archeology?

Archeology?

No, No.
At least I do not remember.

Well then, how do you know about this cloth,
and about Kharis?

I do not know how.

There's really no way
to explain it.

Sometimes I feel as if
it's all part of a...

...strange...

...dream.

Say, if you're right,
this is terrific.

You could be
a great help to me.

You know, this is...

Ilzor, do you know
this young lady?

No, sir.

Just a minute, Ilzor.

Kharis!

Kharis!

Here, here!
What're you saying?

I'm sorry.
What happened to me?

You were calling Kharis.

Kharis?

Was I?

Yes.

It is the will
of Amon-Ra.

This morning I tried to lead
your Princess Ananka to you.

But it has been ordained that you
must seek her out for yourself.

Hasten then,
while the moon is still high.

Pardon me for breaking in like this,
Doctor, but I need your help.

I need help desperately.

I don't think anyone can help you
in your present state of mind.

Please sit down.

He's coming for me.

Who's coming
for you?

Kharis.

Who's Kharis?

It's so hard to explain.

It's as though I were
two different people.

Sometimes it seems as if
I belong to a different world.

I find myself in strange surroundings,
with strange people.

I cannot ever seem to find rest. And now,
Kharis.

You wait here.

I'll get you something
to quiet your nerves.

Oh, please, do not go!
Do not leave me, please!

Shh.

Listen.

You hear?

I suppose you've seen the morning
paper about Dr. Cooper being killed,

and the disappearance
of that strange girl?

- I have.
- Well, what've you got to say about it?

I regret it
very deeply.

But I can't see why you should challenge me.
I didn't kill Dr. Cooper.

Ever since you started fooling around here,
we've had nothin' but trouble.

First there was Antoine.
Then Tante Berthe, the cafe woman.

I didn't kill
them, either.

The same mold markings that were
found on Tante Berthe's throat,

were found
on Dr. Cooper's.

Kharis, the mummy...

Oh, the mummy?
Oh, yes, the mummy.

It's hard enough to get something done
with a lot of superstitious fools.

And by Jupiter,
you're not gonna drive the rest of 'em away

with your mummy killings.

You're not helping matters any
by ignoring them, Mr. Walsh.

The mummy must be caught.
You should be willing to help me.

Help you? I'll help you, all right!
Just you listen to this.

Betty, I want you to send a telegram
to the main office right away.

Tell them that I insist the permit
granted to the Scripps Museum

to excavate in these swamps,
be revoked at once!

Now just a minute,
Mr. Walsh...

Uncle Pat,
you can't do that.

Can't I?
Just you send that telegram.

Go on, send it!

No, Uncle Pat,
it's unfair and I won't.

- You won't?
- No, I won't.

All right,
I'll send it myself!

How about that girl?
Maybe she tell us something if we find her.

You're right.
There must be some connection there.

That's hard
to believe.

But the mummy always
shows up wherever she is.

First at Tante Berthe's,
then at Dr. Cooper's.

Undoubtedly coincidence.

Just the same, I intend to try to
find her and solve this puzzle.

Me, too.
I'll help find that poor girl.

I know these swamps
like my finger.

Thanks, Joe.

Get Ragheb and some of the
other workmen to go along.

We'll cover
every trail tonight.

Personally,
I think the whole search is hopeless.

Well, I don't.

Thanks for trying,
anyway.

We are only wasting
our time, Dr. Halsey.

It doesn't look like
we're having much success.

Always, that girl walk
like she's asleep.

The swamp, she's-a plenty
bad for people like that.

I go and hunt
till I find her.

I don't think
it'll do much good.

Well, let's separate and continue the search,
anyway.

Hello, wait.
Wait!

Hey!

Hey!

No! No! No!

Miss Walsh!

Miss Walsh!

May I stay here with you,
where there's light?

I'm so afraid of the
night and the darkness.

Of course you may.

But where have you been? Dr. Halsey and
the others have been looking for you.

Why did you run away
after Dr. Cooper was killed?

Why are you so afraid?

I don't know.

If only it would
help me find myself.

I remember being brought
here to this tent.

I was very happy.

Then he came
to take me away.

Who came to
take you away?

The High Priest of Arkam.

You're just upset from
your experience tonight.

You'll be all right
after you've rested.

Uh!

Aaah!

What's happened,
Miss Walsh?

Oh, Ragheb, we must
find Dr. Halsey!

The mummy...
The mummy took the girl away.

The mummy?
You mean you've really seen him?

Yes, and that strange girl
you were looking for.

She came to my tent,
and then the mummy came and took her away.

You were searching the
swamp with Dr. Halsey.

You've got to
help me find him.

He's not far from
here, Miss Walsh.

I will guide you.

Oh, thank you, Ragheb.

What's happened, Goobie?
Where's Miss Walsh?

I don't know,
Master Halsey.

I done hear a funny noise
a little while ago,

and when I run out here,
this tent was torn down.

Miss Betty's sure
enough disappeared.

The mummy.

Mummy?
Do you think he take the boss's niece?

Looks that way, Goobie.

I'm gonna follow those tracks.
You wake up Mr. Walsh and tell him.

Master Walsh! Master Walsh!
Get up! Get up!

What's the matter?
What's the matter, Goobie?

The mummy's on the loose!
He's dancin' with the devil.

What are you
talking about?

They done broke in Miss Walsh's
tent and carried her away.

- What?
- Yes, sir.

Wake up Achilles and the boys.
I'll get dressed.

Yes, sir.

How much farther is it?

Right up there.

Our prayers to the mighty Amon-Ra
have been answered, Kharis.

The Princess Ananka shall be
lifted from her mortal state

and sealed in this case,

and shall be returned
with you to Egypt,

there to be embraced
by the sands of the past.

Where is Dr. Halsey,
Ragheb?

He is not here.

But you told me he...

This monastery has been
abandoned for nearly 100 years.

Ragheb!

The curse of Amon-Ra
upon you, Ragheb.

Dr. Zandab!
Those robes!

You're, you're...

The High Priest of Arkam.

Your tongue shall be torn
from your mouth,

for the vows you have
sworn to... falsely!

Master, I am
but flesh and blood.

You have betrayed
your trust!

The secret of Kharis and his bride,
Princess Ananka

cannot be preserved,
unless...

...this girl dies.

No, Master.

The vultures will pick
the flesh from your bones,

after Kharis learns
of your treachery.

I, too, know the secret
of the tana leaves.

Without the brew,
Kharis is powerless.

Enough!

Aaah!

Jim!

Betty, what happened?

He brought me here.
I was looking for you.

Master,
I meant no harm.

Betty!

- Are you hurt?
- No.

I'll get you
back to camp.

Ilzor.

He's dead.
What was he doing here?

Look out, Jim!

No, Kharis. No!

If you destroy me,
the secret of the tana leaves will die.

Jim! Jim!

Are you
all right, Betty?

Yes, but a little
shaken up, Uncle Pat.

Say, what on earth's
been going on in here?

The wing collapsed.
Buried Ragheb and the mummy.

Master Halsey!
Master Halsey!

What is it, Goobie?

I don't know, boss,
but it ain't human!

Now I understand why she knew so much
about Kharis and the ancient Egyptians.

What are you
talkin' about?

This mummy is the girl
we brought to the camp.

She's the Princess Ananka.

Sure, and I'm
her grandfather.

We'll put a crew of men together
digging Kharis out of the rubble,

then send them both
back to the Scripps Museum.

They oughta put you
on display, too.

Well, maybe you'll clear out of
the swamps now and leave me alone

so I can get
a little work done.

Oh, I'll get out. But you haven't
seen the last of me yet, Mr. Walsh.

There's a certain
secretary...

You're welcome to her.
Go ahead!

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Well, as a secretary,
you haven't been any use to me

since the minute
he walked in on us.