All language subtitles for 2nd Dynasty

Yes, some people really
believe that after 3,000 years,

the Egyptian mummy, that
withered and dried up corpse,

lived, walked, even
killed, brought back to life

by the removal of the golden mask of Cyrus

and animated by the
spirit of the evil sorceress,

or Shep'sut.

At least, that's what
the legend has become.

But we're here today
in the interests of history

and science, not superstition.

Which, of course, leads me to a moment,

if you allow me a brief digression,

to the philosophical
question of subject and object

of reality.

You see, you could say
superstition is subject

to reality, people believe to be true.

But history and science are not.

Gentlemen, may I offer you something?

What is agreed upon by the people.

Ladies.

Dr. Craig, can I offer you something?

Yes, I'm sure you can.

Thanks, Dr. Heaton.

You're welcome.

Heaton.

Hi, can I offer you a cocktail?

You wouldn't happen to have
any chocolate-covered ants,

would you, or scarabs?

No, no.

I didn't figure you would.

Not to worry.

BYOB.

I'm glad to see so many of
you young people here today.

Hi, my name is Kay.

May I offer you one?

What, no tanna leaves?

I'm sorry, is that some kind of tea?

Never mind.

And now, thanks to Wemple University,

the museum's exhibits
coordinator, Dr. Zita Fernau,

and its esteemed
director, Dr. Harold Craig,

the mummy, as well as the
rest of the Harwa Egyptian

collection, will have a permanent resting

place for the education
and enjoyment of all.

I'm sure that this
superb exhibit will offer

much to future generations.

Professor Bramwell.

Yes, miss?

Lamb, Elise Lamb.

Do you really expect us to believe

that a mummy dead 3,000 years
is going to get up and come back

to life, like in some horror film?

I'm a scientist, Miss Lamb,
but certain colleagues of mine

sway that it did.

Are you going to show us the?

I thought you'd never ask.

But I'm sure what you really
want to see is her lovely face.

But if taking off that
mask is supposed to...

I assure you, Miss Lam, this
mummy is dead. Mask or no mask.

You see? Nothing to fear.

Just a corpse wrapped in dried bandages.

Another clue in the
mystery of our ancient past.

Thank you, Professor Brownwell.

Sure, we all learned much about the past,

thanks to your excellent presentation.

And now, if we'd all like to enjoy
some refreshments and the exhibit.

Texture on this. Wow.

In a fair fight. Imhotep or Rakhotep?

Rakhotep. He's three years younger.

I hear that these
museums breed their own

beetles that can strip
a carcass to the bone.

Really? That's interesting.

Please, Professor.

Your name?

Edward.

Thank you, Professor. All the best.

Excuse me. Professor Bramwell.

Oh, Miss Lamb. Lisa Lamb, true tabloid.

Yes.

Miss Lamb, you seem to be
especially interested in this exhibit.

I'm researching an article
on Egyptian mummies.

You know, it always irritates me
when I read these popular articles

that get the facts all wrong.

If you need to check anything for accuracy,

please, call me at the university.

Oh, thanks. I just might do that.

Good.

Professor Bramwell.

We saw your picture at Stanford last fall.

We really enjoyed it.

Thank you. Thank you.

Do you like the exhibit?

Oh, you bet.

But I don't know anything
about this Egyptian stuff.

But I know beauty when I see it.

So do I.

Um, it's late.

We gotta go.

Do come back again.

Soon, I give private
tours to selected people.

And when you start to think about it,

we really have much,
much to learn from history.

Because if we don't pay attention
to the history of our ancestors,

and all the ancient cultures,

we are doomed to repeat their mistakes.

Whereas, if we pay attention
to what they did in the past,

why do you want to make mistakes?

Thanks.

Yes?

Jack, you know I'm gonna
work on the story tonight.

Well, what the hell else do I
have to do on a Friday night?

Cool exhibit, wasn't it?
Almost as good as King Tut.

Susan, you didn't really believe that story

about that mummy coming back to life.

You know, why don't we put
that mummy business on hold?

Thank you, Pola, Virginia, and Kay.

You're welcome. Thank you.

Have a great night. It was a great night.

Great night, too.

Lovely working with you ladies.

You, too.

Bye.

Holy crap, you do those academics.

Yeah.

I saw how those two other bimbos...

What's the expression? Blew you off?

I'd bet you'd like me to blow
you off, wouldn't you, Harold?

Take some advice from me, my dear Zita.

Leave the babes to their own generation.

I mean, you've worked behind
these walls for so many years that...

Well...

At least I still find you choice.

Frankly, I'd rather kiss that mummy.

You know, Zeta, someday when the last of
your good looks is completely faded away,

you'll wish you had old
Dr. Craig still around.

It's too bad you can't
be young forever,

because very soon
you'll be looking like that.

Yes, some people really
believe that after 3,000 years,

the Egyptian mummy, that
withered and dried up corpse,

lived, walked, even killed,

brought back to life by the
removal of the golden mask of Osiris,

and animated by the
spirit of the evil sorceress,

Horshep's Hood.

At least, that's what
the legend has become.

But we're here today in the
interests of history and science,

not superstition.

And thanks to Wembley University,

the museum's exhibit
coordinator, Dr. Sita Furno,

and its esteemed
director, Dr. Harold Craig,

the mummy, as well as the rest
of the Harwa Egyptian collection,

will have a permanent resting place
for the education and enjoyment of all.

I'm sure that this superb exhibit
will offer much to future generations.

I bet that old museum died give
her left boot to be here right now.

Yeah, what was up with
her coming on to us like that?

Good taste?

What was her name?

Rita?

No, no, no, Zita.

Who cares?

You know, Zeta, someday when the last of
your good looks is completely faded away,

you'll wish you had old
Dr. Craig still around.

It's too bad you can't be young forever.

♪♪

Nephthys.

Oh, great and powerful
Nephthys, goddess of the dead,

sister of Isis who raised
Osiris from the dead,

personification of the dusk,

hear your humble servant as I summon
you from your kingdom in the afterworld.

Please, I beg of you, grant my request.

Hear me, Nephthys.

Hear me, Nephthys,
whose beauty and youth has

remained unchanged
throughout the millennia.

Appear to me, I summon you,
as ordained in this arcane text.

You wield the sacred amulet of
Nephthys, and you read the sacred words.

I have no choice but to respond to you.

Who are you?

Arthur?

Neither of our blood nor faith to dare
summon forth the goddess Nephthys.

This is true. I am not
Egyptian or of your religion.

But I am loyal, Nephthys.

And that's what counts.

What do you want of Nephthys?

Just one thing.

I've devoted years to the
study of your land and people.

To preserving its culture,
its history, and its artifacts.

In doing so, I've sacrificed myself,
my youth, and my chance for love.

I only ask that you restore
my youth, so I can know love.

You ask a great deal,
mortal, but it's a request that

nebulous can indeed grant,
through the mummy's kiss.

The mummy's...

By your kiss, and with the
sacred power in that amulet, you

can reanimate and command the
soulless remains of Hor Shepset.

The mummy will secure for you
those you must first take to your bed.

That sounds like fun.

And then, with the final kiss,
you must steal their cause.

Their cause?

Their spiritual twins.

By taking their cause into your own
body, you will rejuvenate yourself.

By continuing to do so,
you will remain young.

Throughout eternity.

Yes!

By the power in this amulet,

I will be your eyes!

Not your god, Harold.

My goddess!

How?

There's no time explaining that.

Kill that horny dirtbag!

And next time, make sure it's in focus.

And don't make it look so much
like some jerk in a gorilla suit.

Or at least get an ape suit
where the zippers don't show.

Uh, sorry.

I assume the boss is in?

In his usual good mood.

Here you go, Jack, your favorite.

Thanks, Marie.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No.

Bigfoot sightings.

I hate them even worse
than Elvis sightings.

Hey, Marie.

Hey.

What did you write?

I read your mummy article.

And?

It sucked.

You know, I'm not a good writer.

I'm not a good writer.

Pure unadulterated crap.

With a capital K.

But I worked almost the
entire night on that story.

Ooh, should have worked the whole night.

What the hell kind of story was that?

College egghead alleges that
mummy comes back to life?

So?

So no one gives a shit about alleges.

I need photos.

I need sworn affidavits, hard
evidence that can be backed up.

Jack, that was all there was
to Professor Bernwald's story.

Well, then, God damn it, get more.

Dig deeper.

I don't want to lose this story.

Mummies are hot right now.

And the competition is fierce.

You know, Professor Bernwald
said he might help me with it.

Well, then talk to this character.

Get something my readers will want to read.

Because if you don't...

Oh, what?

I'm fired?

Again?

Worse.

It's back to the Tony
Markham alien abduction story.

Okay.

Specs.

I'll get the facts, sir.

Oh, these came back from the lab.

Nice work.

But without copy, they're just snapshots.

Dr. Fornow.

Dr. Craig?

No, I'm taking all his calls
while he's on sabbatical.

No, he didn't say when.

Yes, Professor Moore.

I'll tell him that you called.

When and if he checks in.

Professor, I'm so honored that
you've decided to review my paper.

It was strong work, Professor Cushing.

Thank you.

Keep it up.

Thank you so much for taking the
time to see me, Professor Bramwell.

My pleasure, Miss Lam.

Actually, I prefer to do my
research at night anyway.

Hope you don't mind.

Why?

I like to quote people accurately.

Actually, I'd appreciate that.

So, Elise, how can I help you?

Well, for starters, I want you to tell...

Please, tell me about the mummy business.

Maybe some basic info.

You know, something to give
my piece a little bit more weight.

Sure. It's a pleasure.

Have a look here.

This looks like an Egyptian shopping list.

It's from the Harwar Collection.

The hieroglyphics tell
a weird and terrible tale

of events that happened in
Egypt some 3,000 years ago.

It was a time and place of
untold beauty and magic.

A world that was watched over

by a pantheon of strange
and wondrous deities,

like Osiris, the god of
death and resurrection,

and Nephthys, goddess of the dead.

The more evil inhabitants of
this world was Warship Soot.

A powerful sorceress
who, because of her

defiance of the Pharaoh,
was sentenced to death.

But not just an ordinary death.

Or Shep'sut, who was turned
over to the royal embalmers

and subjected to the most horrific
punishment the pharaoh could devise.

Mask, in the image
of Osiris, was fastened

to her face, trapping
her spirit inside her

body.

Then, while the sorceress was
still alive, her heart was cut out.

And placed inside a canopic jar.

Finally, her body was
wrapped in linen bandages.

As an insult to Horshep Soot
because of the evil life she led,

her corpse was then carried away.

And without the usual rituals and ceremony,

was placed inside a simple coffin.

And finally, buried in an unmarked tomb,

where it remained.

A spirit trapped inside
that withering corpse,

until its discovery by Dr. Harwa,

3,000 years later.

That's quite an amazing story
you tell, Professor Bramwell.

Not nearly as amazing as
what supposedly happened

when they took off that mask.

Okay, well, back to the walking mummy.

Look, I really want to
believe you, but, Professor...

Some of my colleagues
swear it really happened.

And what were your colleagues smoking?

Look, Professor Bramwell,

don't you have any real documentation?

A video of this thing
allegedly shambling about?

Maybe a photo I could use?

Well, to hear my friend
Professor Carter Moore

tell the story, saving lives,
not gathering evidence,

was the top priority.

Okay, thanks for the
read, Professor Bramwell.

Does that have any help?

Okay.

That's all? Hmm?

Can I talk to you about my research paper?

Of course, Miss Lee.

Please come in.

I hope my very old friend
didn't hit you too hard.

I don't want anything in
my collection damaged.

Who do you think you are, bitch?

Kidnapping me, bringing
me here, and that monster?

You have something that I want, Susan.

Take off your robe.

Surprise, surprise.

Why don't you just go buy a hooker?

Now, now, Susan.

There's no need to be catty.

I don't have the time or the patience.

That's it. Lights out, bitch.

I'm gonna...

Handy things, these magical amulets.

Now, as I was saying...

I never dreamed a car could taste so sweet.

Thank you, Nephthys.

How are you this morning,
my haughty handmaiden?

I only live to serve you.

Oh, and you will, my sweet.

Now, this is all very interesting.

Oh, I know, I know.

Oh, and the Egyptian stuff.

You don't want to miss that.

How do you know all this?

Oh, I came to the opening.

Oh, the sarcophagus.

Hi.

I'm Dr. Zeta-Furnoo.

Hi, I'm Peggy.

Nice to meet you, Peggy.

Thanks, likewise.

This is so cool.

I love all this, you know, old stuff.

It's like so neat.

You know how, like,
people lived so long ago?

Have you ever been to Egypt?

Gosh, no.

I mean, I'd love to someday.

That would be so neat.

You know, I could probably take you

on a private tour of
the museum if you like.

Really?

That would be so cool.

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Did I interrupt something?

No, I remember you.

You were here for the opening.

A writer or something.

Oh, yeah, or something.

Guilty as charged.

Elise Lam.

Have words, will process.

True tabloid.

Accent on the true.

Yeah, I came back to
take a look at that old...

I can't remember her name.

What, horse, sheep?

Horse-shep suit.

Right, yeah.

Well, my editor, he wants me to come back

and get some facts about that thing

supposedly coming back to life.

Well, I'm sorry, Elise.

I can't help you there.

You see, the only mummies that we have here

are the dead kind.

I'm sorry, excuse me, but aren't you...

Yes?

I know I'm a bit rude,

but I was here the night of the opening.

You like my makeover.

I'm still getting used to the contacts.

I mean, and if I remember correctly,

you didn't get much
sleep the night before that.

These lights in here, you know,

they can wreak havoc
on a woman's complexion.

Yeah, but I distinctly remember you...

Different make-up.

You might want to try some.

Uh, thanks, but no thanks.

Hey, well, um, listen, Dr. Furnow, right?

Um, if you happen to come across any facts

you think might be good for my article,

I really appreciate you calling me.

Well, I have your card,

and sure, your name's in the guest book.

Please.

Feel free to come back any time.

Really, must be going now.

You know, we have a new
exhibit opening next month,

so I need to get on that.

What have you done to me?

What in hell have you done?

Alas, the mortal possessed
only a fragment of

the text and could not
know all it contained.

She could not know that
in order to preserve her

youth throughout eternity,
she must continue her work.

Her vile work.

No, not a word.

I know it's only been
a day, but she's never

been gone this long
without telling me first.

No, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

Okay, I'll check in again tomorrow.

But please, officer, if you
hear anything, let me know.

Okay. Thanks.

Susan?

Closing time was hours ago.

We're all alone here.

Unless of course you
count our dusty friends.

You did something to
Susan, didn't you, bitch?

I don't like that word at all, but...

Yes, you're right, I did.

And soon you'll know what.

First hand.

I can't believe it.

Nothing, zilch.

You've had days to work
on that piece of shit article

and you haven't turned up a single F-A-C-T.

Sorry, Jack.

I don't know.

Maybe the story is as dead as that mummy.

There may be a hot new
topic brewing, though.

Really?

I got these from a friend at LAPD.

Two women, missing, maybe
more we don't know about.

Both were young and foxy.

Their house is a mess,
like they'd been a fight.

Apparently, nothing was
taken, except for them.

What's the big mystery?

You have heard of hot young women

going on vacations, haven't you?

Sometimes, even with their boyfriends.

Apparently, not these women.

The night before, one
of them called the police

and reported that her
girlfriend had gone missing.

Now they're both gone.

What?

Not sure.

Can I borrow this?

Be my guest.

No clues.

The only thing unusual at the
scene was some strips of cloth,

like bandages, only really old.

Okay.

All right, well, I'll
give you a call later.

Please kiss us again.

Please.

We want you.

Kiss us.

I crave you.

We need you.

Sorry.

You babes are all used up.

Nothing more than Egyptian eye candy.

But there must be some way I
can stay like this permanently.

And maybe I don't need nepthys.

The mortal woman shows pride and arrogance.

And may one day even defy the gods.

We will watch her.

Are you busy?

Nope. Just doing some after-hours research.

Jack, you remember those photos?

I know a lot of photos. Which ones?

The ones you just gave me. Plus
the ones I took at the museum opening.

Yeah.

There's this one.

It's this woman. She's, I
don't know, 40, maybe older.

So, what's the big deal about her age?

Jack, I saw her. Dr. Zita
Ferno. After the opening.

And I swear to you, she
looked like someone in her 20s.

Yeah? So, ever hear of Botox?

I hear it's still the rage in this town.

Jack, I'm telling you, she was younger.

Uh-huh. Well, I gotta get back to work
here. I wanna get home in a decent hour.

They're running the Vampire
Strikes Back on TV tonight.

Jack, you wanted a story, right? This could
be the biggest story your rag ever ran.

All right. Enlighten me.

Okay. First, those two missing girls.

Oh, they just happened to be at
the museum the night of the opening.

I'm listening.

Second, Dr. Zita Ferno just
happens to have grown younger.

And finally, those old bandages.

What? Something you might find on a mummy?

Oh, come on. Connect the dots, Jack.

Now, if we could just get into
that museum after everyone's left.

Elise, there's something
about this whole affair that...

I don't know. I just
don't feel right about it.

I want you to walk away from this, okay?

Please.

Elise, can you hear me?

Listen to me, Nephthys!

Oh, goddess of the dead,

you who've shown me the way back to youth,

I think I've found a way to stay like this.

Not just for a while, but forever!

What if I steal more cars

before my renewed youth runs out?

Then what, Nephthys baby?

What if I took another car tonight,

and then another one?

Just gorge myself on cars.

Would that keep me young longer?

Maybe even forever?

Get to the phone goddammit!

Hi, you've reached the office of Elise Lam.

I can't take your call right
now, so leave a message.

Elise, Jack, call me as soon
as you get this message.

You're not...

Just call me, okay?

Damn it!

Come join us.

Abuses my gift

And even though it is not the way of
the gods to interfere the lives of mortals

She has gone beyond the conditions
by which I have bestowed her gift

Attempting to make yourself
more than a mere mortal

I knew it was a matter of time
before you came snooping around.

Fact is, Elise, we've been waiting
for you to join our little wrap party.

That's why I left the door open.

And I see you're already
dressed for the occasion.

Tell me, Elise, have you
ever made love to a woman?

Have you ever made it with a man?

After all this, I may be immortal.

Maybe even a goddess.

While you, my other handmaidens,
will have turned to dust.

Now, it's time to unwind.

Be there, Damon.

Yeah.

No, no, you're not
disturbing me. I was just...

Who?

Jack Moran?

True tabloid?

Um...

Is there any truth to that story?

The...

I mean the one about the
mummy coming back to life?

All I know is that my
colleague, Dr. Carter Moore,

swears that he saw that
mummy alive and moving.

His late mentor, Dr. Wallace Harwood,

claims there was some kind of...

supernatural evil
associated with that mummy.

Why do you ask?

Hello?

And he's still there.

This ends now!

Nephthys...

You have abused me, mortal.

Misused my gift.

To become a goddess like myself.

And for that blasphemy,
you must be punished.

No!

Your powers are of
another time, another world!

Here, now.

I am just as strong as you!

You are...

You're living in a dream world, Nephthys!

The mummy is my slave!

Not anymore!

Elise!

As your own body, spirit, and kind
make their journeys to the afterlife,

where your life and deeds
will be summarily judged,

I take back what you have
stolen in the name of nebulous.

I take more.

It is now time to undo the final evil.

Rest again, worship suit.

I don't remember anything.

Elise?

Elise?

Wake up.

Come on. Come on, wake up.

Elise!

No, don't tell me.

I'll read all about it in the papers.

You mean about what allegedly happened?

I hope you got pictures.

You know she repped with
those cybers now it can be told

I think she had this power
though no one could resist her

There was no escaping her mummy's kiss

Then she lusted with the
Pharaoh's daughter, doing

things forbidden till
one day they caught her.

So the soldiers drafted
a decree with stance that

she would meet her fate
in the embalmer's tent.

Table while she still
had life. They pressed

on a mask and then
raised a knife, took out

her black heart and then hid it away and
wrapped her in linen for the judgment day.

And they sealed her in a
tomb where they kept her hid

And for three millennia
all dried up and dead

Till that cursed mask was
removed from her head

She lives again and
she's on the prowl, using

mystic power, doing
things most foul to get

the love she lost two
thousand years ago to

reincarnate a daughter
of that old fey road.

Oh Cyrus and her story's all here, written
down up a pyrus, and if you happen to meet

her better keep your distance cause
you'll die giving in to her mummy's kiss.