All language subtitles for Pharaohs Curse

We had made camp...
posted sentinels around...and trenches...

It seemed like hours later.

Or maybe it was only minutes.

- What happened?
- Sound without warning...nothing...

And then suddenly they were all around us.

Among us!

We couldn't tell them
from our own.

They butchered us proper,
they did!

Everything you touched
was wet with blood.

They cut Johnny's tongue out.

Made him watch...
while they fed it to the animals.

They'd have done the same to me,
or worse...if I hadn't gotten myself

buried beneath a dead body.

You'd think this was the Dark Ages
instead of Nineteen-Hundred and Two!

- Are you all right, sir?
- Yes!

You're going to be all right.

Make sure these men get to hospital
right away.

Yes, sir.

If I may suggest, sir,
you should turn your lamp down.

Thank you.

- Captain Storm reporting. sir.
- Get him in here.

- Sir?
- Sit down, Tom.

Not explosive enough around
here for them.

Patrols being wiped out,
native uprisings against the Crown...

- Now?
- Now the Home Office cables we're to...

Go out after an archaeological expedition!

- Tombs?
- Tombs!

I don't understand, sir.
There have been other diggings.

This one went out there
without Egyptian approval.

Just let that mob out there
get the idea for one minute

we're digging up their
ancient kings' graves...

tampering with their religious beliefs,
their superstitions...

and the fanatics that started
this riot would soon

spread it into a national situation.

All they want is a chance to throw
us out and bury British rule.

You leave for the Valley of the Kings
before dawn tomorrow morning.

Yes, sir.

Intelligence has routed you
the long way round the pass.

Of course you'll lose time, but...

Since we've only had a garrison wiped out
and lost every platoon in that are...

that's very considerate of them, sir.

- You'll be given two men.
- Two men!

That's all we can spare.

Here are the names of
the members of the party

and all the other information
you'll be needing.

Oh yes, there's one other thing.

There will be another person
going with you...

a Mrs. Robert Quentin,
wife of the leader of this

jolly Anglo-American expedition.

She's just arrived from the States
to join her dear husband.

Are there any other questions, Captain?

Wouldn't it be safer, sir,
if Mrs. Quentin stayed in Cairo?

No. If she stayed here word would
get out about the expedition.

Then we'd be in real trouble.

- Anything else?
- No, sir.

- Good luck then.
- Thank you, sir.

I know you couldn't have all the
comforts of home, Mrs. Quentin,

but on the desert an animal
gets first consideration.

Captain, please don't concern yourself
about me.

Just treat me the same
as one of your men.

I'm afraid that might be
a bit difficult.

I'm sorry. I forgot for a moment
you're now Mrs. Robert Quentin.

I've seen pictures of you
and your husband on safari.

Great American adventurers.

Quite a team...big game hunting,
scaling snow-peaked mountains,

to say nothing of the jungles,
the unexplored Amazon...

Having been captured by pygmies...
intriguing species at that!

I must say it doesn't show a bit.

There, that's much better.

Idiots!

They couldn't make it nice
and peaceful like at Wembley Green.

Gonna pay and tremble the old
Geezer and the young guard!

Good for you.
Clean out your life.

Oh, very Funny! What makes
you so delirious with your lot?

You haven't met my wife.

She'll have you back soon enough
when your hitch is up.

But she thinks I'm trading in
my uniform for the Foreign Legion.

All right, let's mount up.

Miserable, greedy lepers!

How many nights do I have to
keep on telling you the same thing?

First you get the rocks out
from all the sensitive places, see...

Like this...

There's another.

Then you smooth it all out, see...

Make a nice pillow for her lovely head.

I don't care how you fix your bed...
You're making this for a lady, not your wife.

Now, lay down there and try it.

Aye, you could dream beautiful
dreams sleeping here, you could.

Now why did you have to go
and mention my wife?

What kind of a man is your husband?

What?

I said...
It wasn't important anyway.

You certainly weren't here a
moment ago. Where were you?

I don't know.
Everywhere...nowhere.

Mostly alone, I guess. Why?

That's no way for a woman
like you to be.

What way should a woman
like me be?

I'd love to give you the wrong answer.

- You forget...
- That you have a husband?

No, I didn't forget.

Are you happy?

- Why do you ask?
- Oh, I don't know.

For some reason I just don't picture
you in this wild, adventurous role.

Maybe I like it.

Maybe I like the excitement...
the adventure...

I think you're trying to
talk yourself into it.

You know, you fascinate me, Captain.

That's the nicest thing
you've said the whole trip.

That takes back everything
I've thought about you.

How would you like to look at
yourself, close up?

Oh, I'm sure that you've been told
you're charming, you're handsome...

You have quite a way with the women.

Any particular one you're
running away from?

One who didn't think I was
charming and handsome...

Or had quite a way!
Very foolish girl.

Oh, maybe I was lucky.

How about a truce?

Let the mummies lie
in their tombs, hmm?

- What is it?
- Could be anything.

Get over there. Keep low.

Keep me covered.

That's far enough!

There's not anyone else.
I am alone.

Who are you?
Where have you come from?

I am Simira.
I come from out there, the desert.

- Are you lost?
- No, I'm not lost.

How did you get here?

The light of your fire.

You've been travelling across
the desert on foot?

You may tell your men
there's no need for guns.

I have told you,
I come alone.

A mirage in the middle of
the blinking desert.

- Do you have food and water?
- Can we get you something to eat, to drink?

All right, just what are
you doing here?

I come from a village at
Mokattam Mountain.

That's hundreds of miles.

I go to find my brother Numar.
He has left our village.

I cannot count the days.

He has gone with those who
seek the tomb of King Rahateb.

- How do you know this.
- Numar is with them.

I know it, but you must hurry!
Before it is too late.

- Too late for what?
- Please, you go the long way.

Let me lead you.

If you want to look for your brother
you're welcome to come with us,

but we go our way.

What do you suppose she means?

What if she does know a shorter way?

I know all about that short way.

A quick route to the sharp end
of a stick over a hot fire.

All right everybody turn in.
We rotate guard every two hours.

I'll take the first watch.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night ma'am.

If you ask me that beautiful mirage
is a walking nightmare.

Come on gorgeous.
Let's get cracking.

We've got to pull out of here
before that...

Oi, what's going on here?

All right, where is she?

- Where's who?
- Where's Mabel, that's who!

Our food pack's missing!
Captain Storm, sir!

Captain Storm!

One of the pack animals with
food is missing, sir.

The halter's still here, only Mabel
was in it when he relieved me.

What happened Smolett?

I don't know, sir.
I never closed my eyes.

I didn't see anything happen, sir.

I didn't see a soul, not anything, anywhere.

- Mabel was tied over here?
- Yes, sir.

Don't it strike you as kind
of odd, sir?

She refuses our water and food,
and now some of our food is missing,

and so is Mabel.

It doesn't make sense.

She could have broken loose
during the night

and wandered off without
Smolett hearing.

The wind could have covered
the tracks in the sand.

I don't know, sir.

I could believe it with
Harry or Josephine, but

not Mabel, sir. She ain't
the wandering type, she ain't.

Look, we have a long way to go.

How long do you think
you can keep this up?

Now be a good girl and
ride one of the mules.

I do not tire, Captain.

The desert is my strength.

You had better keep the animals
for yourselves.

- Break out the water, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

There's a man with a dark
thirst waiting for you.

You better start getting used
to that idea.

But I filled it this morning
before we left the water hole!

You never close your eyes,
you don't!

You don't see anything happen!
Not a soul, not anywhere!

Our food goes and Mabel
goes with it!

Now the water's gone and
your brain's gone with it!

Captain Storm sir!

Water's gone sir.
Smolett says he filled it this morning,

but this skin is empty.
Bone dry!

It doesn't make sense.

This waterhole has been a stop
for every platoon that's ever

passed through this area.

Sir, I don't like it. I think
the girl's fair gone crackers.

She says we've been tailing off in
the wrong direction for two days now.

She says that if we go on according to
the map we're going to just find ourselves...

Listen you, stop telling my men
where we're going and how to get there!

Anything you've got to say
you tell me.

Please Captain, if you do not go
my way it will be too late.

We follow the map!

- What happened?
- My arm! Something stung me!

- Get the medical kit.
- Right, sir.

Bring that girl.
She can help.

Smolett, hurry up!

Sir, the medical kit is missing, sir.

So is that girl!

Here, heat this blade in the fire.

It's just embers, sir.
I don't think it's hot enough.

Hold on.

Try and get some rest.

Captain Storm, sir!

Where have you been?

I went the short way
and reached the pass.

We may not be able to go on.
A scorpion got Mrs. Quentin.

She's had a rough time.

How can you stay?
There's no food, no water.

There's a water hole about a
half-a-day's ride from here.

I'll send one of the men.

If there is still poison in her
she may die by then,

even if water is to be found.

She needs help, Captain, now!

The pass is clear.

There will still be time for her.

Sir?

If you'll excuse my saying so, sir,
I don't trust her.

I'd rather take my chances
following the map,

or getting my bones bleached
trying to make it back to the post.

She acts pretty sick, sir. I don't
think she'll make it your way.

I don't feel like playing
it dead here, sir, but...

If this is a trap it's going to be
you first, then us.

Yes, Captain.

Let thee who seek to disturb the eternal
peace and sleep of the High Priest,

beware!

Flesh of my flesh shall creep into
thy body and eat of the flesh

of thy spirit until such time

as you shall return into the
Pit of Everlasting Darkness

whence ye lived before life.

All right, let's cut it open.

Robert...I'm not a
superstitious man, but

I feel a wee bit strange
about desecrating this tomb.

I'd say...let it be.

Brecht?

It is what we came for, this far.

Beauchamp?

What does it matter what
I think, Robert?

You'll do what you want anyway.

And Farraday, what's your opinion?

Well, as a doctor,
as a man of science,

my knowledge is limited to
things physiological.

I'm afraid superstition's
out of my field.

This is the valley,
the ancient resting ground.

What's the matter?

We are too late.

There's no chance to help now.

It is too late.

Give me a hand, Brecht.

Let it be.

Let it be?

Forty centuries of a lost past
lying here.

Millions of blocks of stone.

Every stone the heartbreak
and lifetime of a slave,

and for us years of
digging, research, failures!

And now when we're so close,

on the very brink of a
tremendous discovery, you say:

'Let it be'!
Brecht.

I'm sorry Mr. Quentin, I know your feelings,
but tomorrow we seal up the tomb.

- and that's final.
- Final with you, Captain.

As soon as Dr. Farraday says
your wife can travel,

we head back to Cairo.

Oh yes, I didn't thank you
for saving her life.

Well, at least you've served
one purpose.

I'll be sure and put in a good word
to your commanding officer!

We're both tired, precious.
Good night.

- What's the Captain's problem?
- Me.

They got orders to call off the
expedition and bring us back.

What are you going to do about it?

- How's Sylvia?
- I cauterised the wound.

She's suffering mostly
from physical exhaustion.

- And the boy?
- Nothing serious. Slight traumatic shock.

His sister is with him now.
A good night's sleep and he'll be fine.

- All right to see Sylvia now?
- Yes.

- Good night Farraday.
- Good night.

Hello Sylvia.

- Are you feeling more comfortable now?
- Yes, thanks.

With all the excitement we two
seemed to have gotten lost.

But I knew you'd change your mind.

Come. It wouldn't have been
the same without you.

I'm so close, Sylvia. So close,
and I've waited so long.

I'm glad for you, Robert.

But I need time, and you're the
only one who can give it to me.

Now out leaving depends on you.

As long as you stay sick,
Storm is forced to stay here.

Robert...

And the longer he stays the better
my chances of finding Rahateb

Robert, listen to me for a minute.

Do you understand what I'm saying?
The longer you stay sick...

Robert, what I've got to say can't wait.

I've got to tell you now.

You've got to tell me what?

That I haven't come back to you.

This was something I couldn't
tell you in a letter or...

or send word about.

I can't go on this way any longer.

Is it something that just happened or
has it been coming on for a long time?

I've tried hard not to let it.

I've tried so hard to make our
lives work. You must believe that.

But everything I've done
has been for you.

I've wanted to give you the world.

You've been so much...a close
part of my life, Sylvia.

You know how much I need you!

No. You don't really need me, Robert.

You've never really needed me.

I don't want the world.

I just want the man
I thought I once married.

That can never be again.
I know that now.

I feel like a piece of baggage.

Something shipped from one
corner of the earth to the other,

without any roots anywhere, anyplace.

I don't know what it is
to be a woman anymore.

You don't?

And what were you before
I married you?

Some starry-eyed, mousy little
librarian in a museum.

What did you know then?
Books and catalogs and files.

And who took you away
from all that?

Took you to all the places
and showed you the things

that you'd read about and then
catalogued and filed away?

You did, but you didn't do it
for me, you did it for yourself.

You tried to make me into something
that you wanted me to be,

something for your own ego
and satisfaction.

Something to show off to anyone
who would look and admire so...

so you could say: 'See what I've done?
See what I've made!'

You never cared about me or my
feelings or what I wanted to be.

It took me all this time
to find out.

Who helped you find out,
the Captain?

My daily diary, Robert,
and someday perhaps, who knows?

To become your memoirs...
fully translated, 'My greatest Discovery'

by Robert Quentin.

Personally, if you were to ask,
it should sell thousands of copies

at just lecture halls alone.

Oh, the glory of man and humanity, Robert.

To you.

Keep that up Beauchamp, and your
brain will turn into a sponge.

Oh, no loss to the world.

It has already had its Gauguin's,
its Van Gough's, its Rabelais's

and Victor Hugo's.

My contribution to the world...
is you.

Brecht...how are you coming
with that cartouche?

- Ah, it is slow, very slow.
- Can't you hurry it up?

One cannot undo in one night what has
taken three thousand years to form.

But we know there is something here.

It looks as though it might be the
beginning of a letter from

Rahateb to his High Priest.

Rahateb's royal seal.

And if we look over here...

This might also be the character Bubastus,
the Cat Goddess, whom they worshipped.

Of course we'll know a great deal more as
soon as Brecht cleans the rest of it away.

The tomb must be here!

The tomb is he of the king is dead.
Long live the king.

Quentin? Quentin, it's Storm.
I want to talk to you. Quentin?

I gave orders for no-body to
come back into this tomb, Quentin.

Somebody did. Take a look.

You were in here just after
the boy fainted, Storm.

You went back up with us.

The mummy was here when we left.
No-one has been down here since.

Except you, Quentin.

- Where did you put it?
- You tell me.

But something was here, Storm.

Take a look at those tracks.

It doesn't make sense.

Somebody could have worn foot
coverings to make those impressions.

These ancient tombs
are full of nobodies.

You said the boy collapsed the moment
Farraday made that first incision

into the mummy wrappings.

That's right.

On the way here his sister kept
saying how we had to hurry

or we'd be too late.

How did you happen to
get him as a guide?

What did you do with it?
Where did you take it?!

You better open your mouth and start
talking or I'll knock it out of you!

Quentin! Quentin stop it!

- Let go of me!
- Leave that boy alone!

He's in no condition to talk.

- But you just said...
- Never mind what I said!

- Something's happened.
- What has happened?

I don't know.
I can't tell you.

There's been a change.
Bring that lantern.

It isn't only the face.
Here...

Take a look at his skin.
Feel it!

It's like a hide drying in the sun.

And his pulse, rapid for minutes
and then a sudden stop

and then no beat at all.
I don't know how he's alive!

That face...and that scar!
I've never noticed that before.

Scar? Well, he was bleeding
when I brought him into the tent.

There's no mistaking the change.

Look at his hair.
Streaked with Grey.

Yes.

Look at his teeth.

The rapid acceleration of
the aging process.

Fifty years in a matter of hours!

There's nothing in the medical
books on this one.

He belongs in a hospital, Robert.

He can't be treated here.
We've got to get him back to Cairo.

- That's exactly where he's going.
- Not if he can be made to talk!

Not if you can open his mind, Farraday.

See that he's ready to
travel in the morning.

Yes, Captain.

Storm! Do you know what it
means if we turn back now?

Do you know what we
stand to lose?

A man's life, Quentin.

- What is it, Gromley?
- The animals, sir.

What do you say, doctor?
What happened to it?

I don't know.

The body completely deflated.

Drained of all its blood.

Gromley, what did you see?
What kind of an animal was it?

Animal sir? It was no animal.
It was him, in there!

Flesh of my flesh
shall crawl into thy body...

and eat of the flesh
of thy soul.

I want to know what happened.
How he got out.

I said it was too late.

- Is that all she can say?
- Forget it.

You're not to leave your tent.

Search every inch of that tomb.

I'd like Brecht and Andrews to stay here.

They're deciphering a cartouche.
It might be important.

All right.

I heard shots and awakened.
I thought...

There may be trouble Mrs. Quentin.
I'd like you to remain in your tent.

I'll post Smolett outside.

I'll save you the trouble
of asking, Captain,

she came up here to tell me
our marriage was over.

I thought you and my wife
became better acquainted.

The Quentin luck.

Miraculous.
How is it Fate?

If you had deliberately planned things,
it couldn't have worked out better.

You needed time.
You got time.

He was here. He got Gromley.

The same thing that happened to
the animals, absolutely drained.

Look here. This must be the
vein he used.

Completely collapsed. The whole body...
eviscerated.

Well, that takes care of my appetite.

Look, but I still want to know
why he goes after blood.

Please, we have made a translation.

Aye. It's a letter from Rahateb,
instructing his High Priest to

make arrangements for his funeral
in this cliff tomb after his death.

As a precaution against grave robbers,

when the King dies the High Priest
was to take his own life

and then be laid to rest where
his soul can guard the King.

'And thy soul shall enter into
the mortal body,

'and possess its spirit
to do thy bidding...

'Ye shall still the fires that
seek to destroy,

'and gain thy strength
from the blood of the living...

'until the last intruder
shall be no more'.

Are you asking me to believe that a
man who has been dead

three thousand years has the
power to transfer his soul into

the body of another human being?

No, I'm not asking you to believe
anything Captain.

I merely read the cartouche.

But one thing...

Something over which we have
no control, did happen

the instant that Farraday's scalpel
cut into those wrappings.

You Farraday, you're a doctor.

Well, you can fight known things.

I don't know how
to fight the unknown.

How do you explain the missing mummy?

The strange condition of the animal,
the death of your own sergeant here,

and the cat tracks in the
High Priest's chamber?

I say we find the royal tomb
and we find the answer.

I'm going to surprise you, Quentin.

I say we do too.

You shouldn't be out here alone.

I told you to keep to your tent.

I was too restless.

Why don't we leave, now?

We can't leave,
not until we find the answer.

It isn't worth finding.

I don't think I want to know the truth.

I have to.
One of my men has been murdered.

Why didn't you tell me the real
reason you came out here?

I was afraid that I wouldn't
be able to face him.

That I wouldn't have the
courage to tell him.

I guess that I was too scared
that the Quentin charm would

twist me around.
I just...

- But you're the one who said it, Captain.
- Said what?

To each his own.

Let the past be in the past and
the mummies lie in their tombs.

Remember? Truce, Captain.

Truce and touché.

What about it Andrews?

We've been trying to break
through that wall for hours.

Are you sure you made the
correct translation?

The clues are vague.
I can only guess.

After all, I didn't write the cartouche.

There's something up there.

I'm going up.
Give me a hand.

Bring me a torch.

All right.

I think it's a room.
Throw me a torch.

Here you go.

It's just a corridor filled
with massive blocks of stone.

- At the end of it's a flight of stairs.
- Where do they lead?

Dead end.

What was that?!

Unbelievable!

His body...disintegrating...
turning into dust.

Without blood the whole process
becomes more rapid.

Simira, if you know where your
brother is, you must tell us.

He's got to be stopped,
saved from himself.

All right.

Here's what's happening.

Not very pretty, is it?

This isn't a man anymore.

Your own brother!
Doesn't that mean anything to you?

I tried to warn. I tried to help.
You would not listen.

Now, unless you leave us alone,
it will be too late for all of you.

Take her back to her tent.

What now Mon Capitane?

To live it has to have blood.

That means one of us again.

very simple.
We get him first.

The room Numar went through.
The tomb could be in there.

It could be a tomb.

A trap.

Or another dead end.

This time we're going to find out.

Captain? Captain!

I'm beginning to think she was right,
that it is too late for all of us.

- You won't stop. You won't leave.
- Don't you think I want to?

Do you think I like fighting
something I can't even see?

Wondering who might be killed next?

I can't go back.
I can't stop now.

No. No!

Oh, it's you Mrs. Quentin.
It's only me, Smolett.

There, pull yourself together.

- Where are they? Where are they?
- Just over there.

Come on. Come on now.

- Sylvia! What happened?
- It was horrible.

What was?

- Take me away from here. Take me away!
- All right now, calm down. Calm down.

Come out with me.

- What happened?
- I don't know yet.

What is it?

It was outside my tent.
I heard a scratching sound...

I looked over and I saw a shadow, and then
it began to move around to the entrance.

But it wasn't just an ordinary shadow.

- It was like a... It was like...
- Like what?

Like that! Like a cat.

Moving slowly...
It got around to the entrance...

- And suddenly she was standing thee.
- Simira?

And the way she looked at me.

Sylvia, are you sure this shadow
wasn't just your imagination?

It wasn't my imagination.
I saw it.

Were the claw marks on Brecht's face
anybody's imagination?

Where is she now?

I don't know. She was in my
tent when I ran out.

Andrews...let them go.

What's the matter, Robert?

I want to know where
the tomb is, Andrews.

You've known ever since you
deciphered the cartouche.

I kept telling you to let things be,
but you'd not believe me, would you?

You didn't think I'd come this far
and ever turn back?

I've waited too long Andrews.
I'm getting what I came for.

You're going to tell me,
and you're going to tell me now.

You never could face failure,
could you Robert?

I won't face failure.

I'm going to be the first man
to walk into that tomb.

The first man to make the discovery.

Go on. Go on, Andrews.

Now, how does it open, Andrews?

Tell me!

Didn't you hear me?
I said tell me how it opens!

Behind you, Robert!

- Where could she have gone?
- It's beyond me, sir.

Andrews, Quentin, where are they?

Well, they started up with us
from the tomb.

Storm!

- Storm.
- Hans. What happened? Where's Quentin?

Over there, in the chamber of Bubastus.

It came out of the side
of the royal tomb...started for us.

Robert went after it, into
the tomb of Rahateb.

A door closed but...
it was a trap.

The entrance, it just...

Tons of stone!

I tried, Storm. I tried!

- Take care of him.
- Yes, of course.

Better wait here.

It was never Robert's fate that
he should meet a peaceful death.

There's nothing any of us can
do here anymore, Beauchamp.

I'll tell Mrs. Quentin.

A long sleep among Kings,
Mon ami.

Adieu.

I'm sorry it had to end
this way, Sylvia.

- If there is anything I can do...
- Thanks, Claude.

Why, the coffin, it's closed!

Andrews.

Captain Storm!

farraday, take off the wrappings.

Numar...the High Priest?

He came all the way across
the desert with us

to protect the secret
of his kings.

And he did not fail.

Andrews, do you know what you're saying?

After death, new life...
in another form, another body.

And the soul will go on
to exist eternally

if you will let yourself believe
there is such a thing as...

reincarnation.

Well then, Simira, his sister?

- She knew. Then she must...
- Bubastus.

- The cat goddess.
- Where did she go?

What ever thoughts you have,
keep them.

For the outside world,
for the official records,

this tomb was not entered.

As for what happened to the others,
death due to...

Natural causes?

Close the coffin, Sergeant.

Come on, Sarg.

I know it isn't pure here, but somehow
this gives me a better feeling.

Sylvia, one thing.
Robert was never a friend.

At least I'm grateful to him
for having taught me that.

The cruelties of life, Farraday.

I possess the most fabulous story,
but only Quentin could have told it

and been believed.

Should I tell it they would only
point at your head and say-

'Poor fellow. A doctor he needs
for his head'.

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