All language subtitles for 2025. Le secret de Kheops (fr)

[blows echo in the distance].

[cracks, wall crumbles]

[mysterious theme]

And it goes on from there.

Traces of the tools
that dug this out.

Four thousand years ago.

Oh...

[Christian]
Give me the tools.

"Khnoum Khoufou".

Farouk,

is Cheops.

Do you know what that means?

It's a spare head,
a magic head.

The Royal Chamber
may be just around the corner.

[Christian] "Found in these parts
and taken to France.

"2 Thermidor an VII".

What is it?

- Who wrote this?
- A tourist.

- What are you talking about?
- A tourist from 1799.

The Egyptian campaign.

They were pasting graffiti everywhere
at the time.

What's that bug?

Is that a fly?

Don't you have the feeling
we've seen this somewhere before?

What, an empty room?

- We've seen plenty.
- No, I'm talking about this.

They walled it up.

Come on, yallah!

Christian, we don't have the right equipment.

I've been waiting 30 years for this
and you give me shit about the gear?

- Go ahead.
- It's complicated.

Please, make it fart.

- Come on...
- Don't you smell it frying?

All right, that's it,
I'll do it myself.

Pass me the sledgehammer.

[crackling]

Stop!

No, ah!

- Christian, you're boring!
- I'm fine.

- Are you all right?
- Come on, hurry up.

[protests in Arabic]

[Hard-rock song:
"Jailbreak", AC/DC]

♪ There was a friend of mine
on murder... ♪

[Farouk] I told you
we didn't have the right gear.

♪ And the judge's gavel fell ♪

♪ Jury found him guilty ♪

♪ Gave him 16 years in Hell ♪

♪ He said:
"I ain't spending my life there"... ♪

- How good you were, Farouk.
- Damn!

4,000 years of treasure hunting
and we're on a unique trail!

- Where to?
- To the museum,

hurry up.

♪ Gonna make a jailbreak
And I'm looking towards the sky ♪

♪ I'm gonna make a jailbreak ♪

♪ Oh, how I wish that I could fly ♪

♪ All in the name of liberty ♪

♪ All in the name of liberty ♪

♪ Got to be free ♪

♪ Jailbreak... ♪

[hubbub]

Oh, come on!

This way!

Tourists,
they really are the bane of Egypt.

Pr Robinson?

No, that's not me.
Sorry, have a nice day.

Here she is, don't worry,
I'll explain it to her.

[Faïza]
Clandestine excavations?

Good for you. Are you crazy?

- Nobody recognized us!
- Except all of Cairo!

I've been asking you for three years
to search this area.

- You'll end up in jail.
- This is serious business.

- Christian was right.
- He was.

You've found the royal tomb,
perhaps?

[Christian]
No, but I have proof

that Khufu's treasure
has been moved.

In my office.

To avoid looting.

Sethi I, Ramses II, their burial
where did we find them?

- For Khéops, it's the same thing.
- I know your song by heart.

[Christian]
You don't want to listen to me.

- So, what did you find?
- The reserve head of Cheops.

- The reserve head of Cheops?
- Yes.

And the proof
that the treasure has been moved.

- I understood.
- It's been moved twice.

First, in antiquity,
and a second time to France

during Bonaparte's
campaign.

- To France.
- Yes.

- PHONE RINGS
- Are you sure about this?

Hush, the police.

Hello?

[Faïza in Arabic] Good morning,
Mr. Commissioner.

What did you say?

Professor Robinson?

[he cuts]

- But that's the police!
- They'll call back.

Take a look.

"Found in these parts
and brought back to France."

"2 Thermidor an VII."
That means "July 1799".

Found what

next to the head of Cheops?
- telephone

Found what fundamental and major
to leave such a message?

I pick up the phone.

The English left
an identical inscription

on the Rosetta Stone.

Faïza, restitutions,
you exhaust yourself asking

to the world all the treasures
that belong to you.

- telephone]
- I give you my word.

If the treasure of Cheops is in France,

I'll take him back to Egypt.

[in Arabic]
Yes, Commissioner...

Yeah, it's weird,
we were cut off...

What did you say?

A witness recognized him?

Robinson's address?

3, rue El Tabia.

Goodbye,
Commissioner.

Thank you.

Don't come back empty-handed.

And then you leave Cairo.

I don't want you here anymore.

We'll take you through
Alexandria, I've got a buddy who...

[din]

[Farouk] What are you doing?
There's no time!

- Here it comes.
- I'm risking a lot.

Take a look.

The fly?

No, not the fly, it's the ant.

The ?

- DVD?
- Dominique Vivant Denon, right.

- police siren
- He went with Bonaparte to Egypt.

I'm sure he's the one
who wrote the message.

He returned to France
with Bonaparte in 1799

while all the other scholars
remained in Egypt.

- Why not him?
- Yes, why not?

- alarm]
- And when it went up

in France...
- Your passport!

Napoleon appointed him
first director of the Louvre.

A promotion
that nobody understood.

Maybe it's to thank him,

can you hear me?
- [police sirens]

To have brought back a treasure.

This is all great,
but we've got to get out of here.

Come on.

Oh, that's it!

- I get it.
- Get what?

Now I know why I was sure
I'd seen this hideout before.

Why?

- Because I've already seen it.
- Where have you seen it?

In Paris.

Take a look.

[Isis]
Damn, that's what got me...

But of course.

- You should have come three days ago.
- Who is it?

The ball breakers
of the Archaeology Department.

DRAC?

What, for the three pieces of shit
we found?

[rumbling]

- What the hell are they doing down there?
- Cut!

It's crowded down there!

I'll let you know when we can resume.

[man]
Are you going to be much longer?

Just as we thought.

This little spoon
dates back to the 3rd century.

And this bowl fragment
is from the same period.

A bowl and a spoon? Great.

All that's missing are the Coco Pops.

All right, listen up.

This isn't
the discovery of the century, is it?

- Ah, we're dealing with a specialist.
- Pleasure.

We're going to call a halt to the works.

- If it amuses you.
- I beg your pardon?

We've got a job to finish.

We'll get the prefect involved
and that'll be that.

Always the same with the metro.

You bore into your tunnels
like moles on ecstasy.

You must feel powerful
with your big machines?

Yeah.

And assholes?

- Now, come on...
- he whistles

Back to work!

[site resumption bell].

Damn it.

Hey, Isis, how are you?

- No.
- No what?

- My dad's in Paris.
- Crap.

Yes, pff!

[oriental percussion]

Haven't you checked
the provenance of these statues?

Yes, Mrs. Minister,
but everyone would have been mistaken.

- The certificates were...
- Wrong.

Okay, we get the picture.
Hold on, Minister.

I would have liked to talk to you
about the problem of refunds.

I'm swamped with requests,
especially from Egypt.

Just listen,
if we start giving everything back,

the Louvre will be completely empty.

But what do I do?

- You, nothing.
- Nothing?

Soon, that won't be your problem.

- Which is?
- With this trafficking case,

a head will roll, you understand?

[Christian] Guillaume!

Oh no.

- Hello, Guillaume.
- But you're not in Cairo anymore?

- Well, no. Hello.
- Are you coming from Cairo?

- Yes, we were.
- We were just talking about Egypt.

Really?

Major Camille Consolati, OCBC.

Art trafficking, right?

- Exactly.
- All right, then.

Here we are. My father-in-law,
Christian Robinson, Egyptologist.

That's interesting.

- Do you live in Cairo?
- Yes, I live in Cairo.

You kept this from me.

- No, I haven't hidden anything from you.
- We need to talk.

In private.

- That is...
- I beg your pardon.

- Have a nice day.
- Excuse me.

- (What are you doing here?)
- (You never answer me.)

- You know this Robinson?
- By reputation.

- What's up?
- Nothing, big mouth.

And a bit of a schemer.

[Guillaume]
Your timing is always bad,

but especially today.

Radio silence for months
and then came the invasion.

- My office is here, where are you going?
- Vivant Denon.

- I beg your pardon?
- I know the Louvre by heart.

Why go
Denon's office?

I don't have time for this, Christian.

So, the treasure of Cheops
is hidden in France.

- Kind of blows your mind, doesn't it?
- No, it dismays me.

Nonsense.

[intriguing theme]

It's fantastic.

Everything has remained exactly
as Vivant Denon left it,

in 1815.

You can still feel his presence,
it's extraordinary.

Christian, what are we doing here?

Christian?

Bingo in Monaco!

Bingo in Monaco! I knew I'd
I'd seen this place before.

- It's the same date, come and see.
- See what?

The treasure of Khufu,
as drawn by Vivant Denon

in 1799, in Cairo, just
before winning it in France.

This drawing has been here for 200 years
and no one has seen it?

No, because there's
reference to Cheops.

When Denon drew this treasure
the mystery had not been solved

hieroglyphs.

It wasn't until 1822, when Champollion took over,

to make sense of it all.

But if you look closely
the sarcophagus,

you can see it's made of stone.

Not wood, stone.

It's calcite.

Calcite, Old Kingdom,
is Khufu.

Oh, my, my!

Can I count on you
to help me?

Pff! I don't think that's
a good idea.

- Why should I?
- Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

- What's the matter? What's the matter?
- I'm going to be fired,

that's what!
- Crap.

And Isis leaves me.

Oh yeah?

It's a shame you got fired
at this point.

Fucking...

She must have a boyfriend.

It's extraordinary.

["La Quête", by Jacques Brel
high volume]

♪ ...star! ♪

Pff!

[someone sings in the shower]

[he sings "The Quest"
in an Arabic accent]

Did he recognize you?

- I don't think so.
- No, you don't.

Just kidding. Yes, he recognized me.

Damn.

[Christian] Children,
get down under the kochari!

Damn, that's good.

[Christian]
Lower under the kochari!

- I can't understand a word he says.
- I just don't know.

His story
about the treasure of Cheops...

- How's that going?
- He says he's hiding in Paris.

Paris, now.

Well, don't believe a word
of what he says, okay?

Honey, are you there?

My big little girl.
That makes me happy.

Oh, darling.

Ah... I told you
to lower the kochari.

Oh, my God!

- What's cooking there?
- Water for Julien's pasta.

- He won't like your kochari.
- My kochari made with love?

You won't like it?

He'll taste it, he won't die from it.

Oh, is the kochari too spicy?

So the mamounette
made him some coquillettes.

coquillettes with butter
for the very fragile toddler

who can't stand spices,
the Orient, adventure and happiness.

I don't want to interfere,
but you're overprotective.

Don't mingle, it's better.

Tell me, why didn't you tell me
about your breakup with Guillaume?

I don't know.

But we never talk
and we haven't seen each other in 4 years.

- Oh, it hasn't been 4 years.
- Are you faking this?

I know you're used to
to counting in millennia,

that time doesn't exist,
but still.

It's delicious.
would you be so kind as to taste it?

No, I don't like it.

That's a new one.
What's the matter with you?

I don't like it.

I think it stinks.

Great atmosphere.

- I'm glad you like it.
- That's what I call a quality welcome.

Say, that's nice work,

but you could have asked me
my opinion before annexing my space.

- Where am I going to sleep?
-You disappeared, I'm sorry.

And where am I now?

I'm here, okay?

All right, let's stop
getting angry.

- I'm delighted to see my big girl.
- That's nice.

Okay, here's what we're going to do:

you're going to sit down,
you don't do anything.

I take care of everything.
And above all

I'm telling you,
is extraordinary.

Cheops...

- Ah...
- Yes.

Police!

[detective]
Get up, get up!

[policewoman]
Anybody back there?

[detective]
Clear in the back!

Pff!

[policeman]
Still don't want to talk?

Whose house is this?

Get them on board.

Stolen in Cairo in 2011.
And this Venus comes from Palmyra.

- At my mother's house.
- They had posted

images of looting.

[intriguing theme]

- [man falls to the ground]
- [muffled scream]

[man gasps and coughs]

- Did you tell on me?
- No, I didn't rat.

I know it was you
who gave the cops the address!

Ah!

- Weren't you supposed to take care of everything?
- Yes, I'm coming.

Oh, Grandma.

Yes. Your mother was your age when...

How old are you anyway?

- 16 years old.
- Right.

- So your mom was younger.
- Dinnertime!

When her mother died,
she was 12 years old.

- In the car accident?
- Yes.

Tell me, does your mother have a boyfriend?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

She says there's nothing left

with Dad, except me.
I don't get it.

[Christian]
She was made for adventure

and she chose
office archaeology.

Julien, your pasta is ready.

I'm on my way.

Don't do anything, I'll take care of everything.
I'll only be five minutes.

- Come.
- Can you hear me? Don't do anything!

Ah, shit.

Crap.

- Christian enters]
- Isis?

[melancholy theme].

"Isis Robinson, 3rd B.

"Diary.
Why is it here?

[journalist] It's 6am.
Record seizure yesterday in Paris.

Hundreds of antiques
stored in a shed.

For months now,

the police are on the trail
of stolen objects that have turned up

in the art world
with false certificates.

Antiques

sold to finance
terrorism.

[policeman]
I found something on Robinson.

He was
clandestine excavations in Egypt.

[suspenseful theme]

Why are you looking at me like that?

- You've spoken to the police.
- Me? No.

You don't want to
to work for me anymore?

Oh, yes, at last.
Who told you that, Markus?

Your store is thanks to me.

I know you do. I just don't get it.

So don't be ungrateful!

But I...

Make me a nice certificate
for this canopic vase.

At least three, four
former owners.

Credible.

[mobile]

Ah, Isis, that makes me happy.

- Are you OK?
- No, I'm not okay at all.

That's the tenth time
that you've called me from your pocket!

You complain
that I never call you.

Okay, bye.

At the same time,
he's not completely wrong.

[suspenseful theme]

- Christian?
- Ah, Catoche.

It's a pleasure.

What are you doing here?

You never come to see me in Cairo,
so I come here.

- I'm busy, what do you want?
- Your address is extraordinary.

- Thank you for your time.
- It's top of the line.

It's a huge success.
You're wonderful.

- Stop it. What's on your mind?
- Okay, here goes:

when you did
your "Egyptomania" exhibition,

there's a certain Charles Marguerite
who was a speaker.

- What's it to you?
- I have to see him.

- Why do you ask?
- I discovered

a royal tomb in Cairo.

There was an inscription

in French,
dated "2 Thermidor an VII".

This date suggests

that Dominique Vivant Denon
discovered the treasure of Khéops

and brought it back to Napoleon.
I can't sleep at night.

- [small shock]
- Ah, you're not alone?

Well... Well, no.

- Can't you introduce me?
- No, I can't introduce you.

He's jealous.

He won't beat me up,
the statute of limitations has expired.

- All right, I'll call Charles.
- Will you?

Yes, I promise.

Charles Marguerite is important.

- Do you swear?
- Yes, I swear.

Ciao!

Your friend is interesting.

The treasure of Cheops in France
found by Napoleon.

It sounds like a joke.

Yes.

But that would be incredible.

My friend is a little excited,

he's a gentle dreamer.

And a great Egyptologist.
I know very well who Robinson is.

You're going to help him.

But help him with what?

You've got to be kidding me!

That's lovely, I owe you one.
Thanks, Catoche.

I think you're hard on your father.

He's really nice.

- It feels like that at first.
- A little Indiana Jones.

Ah, totally.

- Borderline sexy.
- No, but you have a problem.

Who's Catoche?

She's your grandfather's ex.

Catoche, I called her "the whore".

It's all arranged,
she's great, Catoche.

She arranged a meeting

with specialist
Dominique Vivant Denon.

It's extraordinary.
I'm taking Julien.

Oh no.

- Why? Because he's going to high school.
- Because he goes to high school.

He may miss a day.

- No, he can't.
- But adventure teaches the world!

It's not just high school.

It's "adventure around the corner", as Cendrars would say.
as Cendrars would say.

- It's the school of life.
- I prefer school at all.

- How boring you can be.
- Thank you. (Chuckles)

As a child, you were
wonderful, alive.

In high school, you became
serious and sad.

- Maybe not because of high school.
- But it did.

High school is a funnel.

You see teenagers
who arrive full of life,

and what do they do in high school?

- Well...
- They're coming out accountants!

I did my nose to the wind
on sand, me.

- I'll tell you all about it.
- It will be a pleasure.

You know what the ultimate is

for an Egyptologist?
- Not at all.

It's having

a Russian grandfather.
- Julien, go to work.

You don't have to obey.
Do you understand? A "Russian grandpa".

I get it. And tomorrow
you tell me about the treasure.

Yes. I think it's very good.

- A Russian grandfather.
- I get it.

- Thank you for your understanding.
- Please accept my condolences.

[class bell]

- I don't understand. Who died?
- Don't ask.

[oriental theme]

- Mom's gonna be really pissed.
- You don't have to tell her everything.

You're a funny kid.

Does she ever talk to you about me?

- Yeah.
- What does she say to you?

That with you, it's all nonsense.
She was pissed.

- It means...
- I know, I speak a little Arabic.

But the buzz,
after his mother's death?

Not necessarily.

When she came to Egypt
and you didn't take care of her.

What kind of invention is this?
I used to take him to all the museums,

in my digs.
- Precisely.

Ah, Catoche.

Meet my grandson.

- Hello, Catherine. I'm Catherine.
- Julien.

Come on, let's go!

[Charles]
Come in, this way.

I'll show you

Dominique's keys.

With your eyes, young man.

The emperor's body was still warm
when the imprint of this mask

was taken on his deathbed
in St. Helena.

Still warm and finally stiff.

Napoleon was a poor lover,
unlike many others.

Yes, a Corsican
and a military one at that.

Wild boar, acorns and company.

- Yes, he did.
- He called Josephine

his "big beast".

Same tactics in love
as on the battlefield.

Not enough foreplay,
attacks too quickly.

Yes.

We saw
what happened at Waterloo.

While Denon
was an exceptional lover.

Yes, a prince of eroticism.

Joséphine de Beauharnais
herself would have succumbed.

Yes. What about these keys?

They all belonged
all belonged to Dominique.

- Who is it?
- Denon.

Vivant Denon Dominique.

Yes, DVD.

Dominique Vivant Denon. What's new?

"DVD"?

Anyway, I was just
at the Père-Lachaise cemetery,

when Catherine phoned,

because we are
a small association

who faithfully
his grave.

Yes, you've already told me.

What about these keys?

Uh... so...

These keys...

Well...

Grandpa...

who assembled this collection,
had often spoken

treasure.

That Dominique would have hidden
in Paris for Napoleon.

A treasure?

- You never told me about it.
- A treasure

that the emperor
would have sought to use

to negotiate
his exit from St. Helena.

Really?

Yes, and how?
Well, by bribing Poppleton.

- Poppleton?
- Yes.

- Poppleton?
- It was

an English surveyor.

And then, Poppleton's daughter

would have found
in a tobacco tin

a secret message
from Dominique for Napoleon

probably evoking this treasure.

- I don't get it.
- I don't mind.

(Take discreet photos.)

[Catherine]
And you know

what became of this message?
- No, Poppleton's daughter

mysteriously disappeared in 17...

- In 1796.
- In 1796?

That's impossible, Charles.

- Was I lied to?
- No, that's not it.

If it's his daughter,
it's 1,800 something.

In any case,

I don't know what time.

Just kidding.

It offends no one
after all this time.

What about these keys, then?
These keys?

Grandpa thought that one of them
opened the treasure chest.

But what hiding place, what treasure?

I've often thought

to the Templar treasure.

Oh no.

It's the treasure of Pharaoh Cheops.

Could you tell me

if you recognize
one of these objects?

Take your time.
It's very important.

Doesn't ring a bell.

Put on your glasses.
There's no shame in it, either.

No, it doesn't ring a bell.

You wanted to see

the Egyptian collection.

With pleasure.

But I don't think...

What's this?

It's a mummy's foot
of a young girl

not much older than you.
- Stylish.

Yes, well, be careful.

Careful, we won't touch anything.

- mobile]
- Crap.

Oh...

- What's the matter?
- Nothing's the matter.

Did you find it?

- It's merv...
- shock and glass breakage

- What's going on, Julien!?
- I could feel it!

- Sorry!
- I hate young people!

- I didn't mean it!
- I won't take you anymore.

- [cell phone]
- You wanted me to take pictures.

But don't make such a mess!
It's a catas...

I'm so sorry.

- What's going on?
- cell phone

Don't you want to tell me?

You don't want to know.
I gotta go.

I'm glad we didn't
we didn't find anything.

Go with the antique dealer,
I'll stay with the old man.

[suspenseful theme]

[Catherine]
Let go of me!

Don't touch me, I get it!

[tires squeal]

We've got a problem,
the antique dealer has been arrested.

What the hell are you doing?

You just screwed up,
It happens to the best of us.

- Don't pout.
- But I'm not pouting.

I just didn't dare in front of your friend.

I found this
next to the mummy's foot.

When everything fell,
a box opened.

This was in it.

It's Egyptian, isn't it?
There are hieroglyphics.

What?

[Christian shouts with joy]

What's wrong with him?

And me yelling at you
like a moron.

You're a genius.
Do you know what this is?

This is the seal of Cheops.

So you found this key
in this crystal case

among the wilted flowers?

Yes, it opened
when everything fell.

- [cell phone]
- Shit, Mom.

No, don't answer it.

- Is that thing a key?
- Yes, it's a key.

It's a nasturtium key,
a key to open hiding places.

But if Dominique Vivant Denon

left this key
among the roses at Malmaison,

it was opening
something there.

The treasure of Cheops
been deposited

on his return from Egypt?

- [cell phone]
- I said don't answer it.

What's Malmaison?

The château near Paris.

The château
of Joséphine de Beauharnais.

Napoleon's first wife.

Her real name was Rose,
hence the flowers.

- Are you following me?
- Hm...

She was friends with Vivant Denon.
It was even thanks to her

if Vivant Denon accompanied
Bonaparte to Egypt.

Who's Bonaparte?

[Christian]
Pardon?

- Just kidding.
- You scared the shit out of me.

Wait, there's another thing here.

- There.
- Yes, you're right.

It sounds like ancient Greek.

"Lethe".

- "Lethe"...
- What does it mean?

It means "forgetfulness", "secret".

Where are you going?

Joséphine's château
still exist?

Yes, but wouldn't you rather
call your mom back?

You're crazy, she'll say no.
Come on.

[distressing theme]

Markus, what does this mean?

Why don't you answer?

Because I was...

- And where were you this morning?
- With Robinson!

You asked me to help him!

[message reception]

Give me that.

How's the treasure?

- Nowhere.
- You're definitely a bad liar.

[Christian] Catoche.

I have with me a nasturtium key
with the seal of Khéops on it.

Call me back soon.

But...

But no, I was with him.

I don't understand this
this key thing.

Call him back.

- You mean now?
- Yes.

Now.

It's the answering machine.

I don't know what it looks like
a nasturtium key.

[Isis]
Papa? Julian?

I'll call you back.

Oh...

[Julien] La Malmaison,
is in Rueil-Malmaison, isn't it?

[door slams]

But...

- Am I interrupting?
- Oh... I told you

that I'd call you
if I heard from them.

Your son runs away...

The principal offered me
his condolences.

Don't change the subject!

I'm going upstairs, you know!

Your man, I'm gonna
his face off!

Huh!?

- Guillaume!
- She is my wife!

Guillaume!

[I'm warning you,
I took judo, motherfucker!

[Isis]
Guillaume, ça va, oui!?

Where is it?

Guillaume!

- Who was that guy?
- What guy?

- The guy who was here.
- Did you see a guy up there?

You play the existential crisis card
and I believe you,

I've been sleeping at my parents
for two weeks.

- But actually, you have someone.
- You're not well right now.

- That's it, I'm not well.
- But you're crazy.

You make everyone suffer!

Your son runs away to call for help.
Does that make you laugh?

But it's not a runaway,
it's my father's doing.

- We've all died twenty times already.
- Your father has a good back!

Sit here, darling.

- Aren't we going into the castle?
- We're going to travel back in time.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, close your eyes, darling.

- OK.
- There you go.

Today is Monday, March 25.

Well, on a Monday in 1814,
over 200 years ago,

at 3 p.m.
like today,

the color of the sky was the same,
the sound of the wind was the same.

The birdsong was the same.

The air temperature on the skin
was exactly the same.

Now open your eyes,
look up at the sky.

Look at the sky.

It's the same sky as in 1814.

[wind blowing, chirping]

Look at that rose.

It's exactly
the same rose as in 1814.

Did you feel the thrill of the past?

- Are you kidding me?!
- Mommy? Mommy?

- Did you find us?
- You, grab your bag and let's go.

Please, darling.

Dad, this is my son, okay?

You're not gonna pull
the same shit with him.

- All right, no fatalities.
- Come on, let's go.

- I'm the one who wanted to come here.
- I don't give a damn!

- Look what we found.
- Okay, Julien, you stop.

It has the seal of Cheops on it.

Grandpa and I think this key
opens a hiding place in the castle.

- Is that it?
- All right, then.

With a big treasure inside.
Did Grandpa tell you that?

That's about it.

Oh well...

Admit that it would be stupid
to have come here and not checked.

No ?

Yes, "Léthé", but so what?

Lethe is the river of oblivion.

But it also means "secret".

"Secret" and "oblivion".

We're not far off, Isis.

Well, we'll take a look around, but we're leaving
in five minutes, is that clear?

Come on, let's go.

(Bravo, you were good.)
How did you find us?

That's 300 times
you've called me from your pocket!

[oriental theme]

- I'm only doing it for Julien.
- Of course you are.

[alarm]

(Dad...)

[alarm]

[alarm]

Oh...

- [alarm]
- Say...

Stop, stop.

- Good morning to you.
- Good morning to you.

(You stop.)

(No, no, no.)

(No, no, no.)

(My God...)

(Ah, fuck.)

- Where is the gentleman?
- It's all right, he's with me.

We work for the DRAC,
we check the humidity of the premises.

Nobody told me.

I don't know, ask around,
it's not normal.

It's quite astonishing.

Nothing.

This vast library

is the work of architect
Pierre Fontaine.

A small, hidden staircase,

is over there in the corner.

It allowed Napoleon

to his apartments
on the second floor.

That's all well and good, but you're forgetting
to say, dear lady,

that Napoleon re-established slavery.

[guard]
We're closing!

Yes, he re-established slavery.

[guide]
We're going to the exit.

Don't forget your guidebook.

We're closing, sir.

[suspenseful theme]

- (We're going to be stuck here.)
- (We're not.)

(We'll be in peace, darling.)

- What about alarms and guards?
- There are no guards at night.

And the alarms are so outdated...

It's amazing how poorly
these places.

Anyway, it's been two months
since the alarm went off at night.

- How did you know?
- I asked.

She asked.

We were doing an inspection, weren't we?

And you, don't bother.

No cameras?

At night, no one
looks at the cameras, my darling.

What the hell are they doing?

- I'm so hungry.
- I'm hungry too.

Don't you have a sandwich left?

It's like this:
with Pr Robinson, we're hungry.

Not at all, I've got just the thing.

Here, darling, go ahead.

"Raider? What's a "Raider"?

But this is at least 30 years old.

- Well, if you don't like it...
- [the Raider falls]

You broke it.

It's disgusting.

Even the food is archaeological.

Pff!

Well, it's been a good five minutes.

Hey there,
that's Josephine's bed.

- Ah?
- What's the matter?

Ah.

- What's up?
- No, I don't think so.

- It's a big closet.
- I'll check it out.

[Isis]
Well, that's odd.

What?

- Come here.
- Did you find something?

Take a look.

The letter "Alpha" appears twice.

[Christian]
You're right.

In ancient Greek, if you add "Alpha"
to the beginning and end of the word "Lethe",

it becomes "Alétheia".

And the word "Oubli"...

becomes the word "Revelation".

Wow.

But it opens.

Oh...

[suspenseful theme]

- Give me the key.
- But you have it.

Oh!

Alétheia.

- Oh!
- Yallah!

Yallah!

- Isis] But there's nothing here.
- Julien] Well, no, there's nothing.

Yes.

Look at the kids,
I was right.

What is it?

Proof that the Khufu treasure
was placed here,

in this room.

- Yes, at last...
- Yes, finally!

Look, it's calcite.

All sarcophagi from
4th Dynasty were made of calcite.

[she screams]

What?

But who is it?

[Julien]
What the fuck is that?

Is it Cheops?

- Stop talking bullshit.
- Just kidding.

Joséphine?

[Isis] But no, Joséphine
has been in the cemetery since 1814.

The dress is less ancient.

Late 19th century, I'd say.

She's mummified.

There's a little notebook.

Her name was Henriet Poppleton.

His father was a captain
of the 53rd Regiment.

He was an ordinance officer
at Longwood.

He was one of Napoleon's guardians
on St. Helena.

Poppleton!

The old collector mentioned it.

She was looking for the treasure!

Take a look.

Dominique Vivant Denon.

Dad, look.

"Message sent by Dominique
Vivant Denon to the emperor in exile."

[intriguing theme]

This is the coded message

the location of the treasure.

[Christian shouts with joy]

But who is he?

- Where?
- Here.

She died locked up here,
in December 1873.

The château was no longer inhabited.

The word "treasure" crops up everywhere.

His last words were:
"God save the Queen.

- "Napoleon, jobbernow."
- What does that mean?

"Vive la reine, Napoléon connard."

[Christian]
So, the treasure was hidden here.

Certainly when Joséphine died.

After 1814.

I've never seen
a treasure move so much.

How could I not have thought of that?

But these hieroglyphs here...

They must have been
engraved later.

Look, it shows

if you examine the metal.

That's right.

Yes, after 1820 of course!

What does that have to do with anything?

But that's why
the treasure is no longer here!

- I don't get it.
- I don't get it either.

All right, listen up.

The treasure was hidden
in this room,

certainly on his return from Egypt,
we all agree with that.

Yes, we do. We agree.

A gift from the Emperor, encouraged
by Dominique Vivant Denon

who was a great friend,

and almost certainly the lover
of Joséphine de Beauharnais.

We know.

Roses, the little key
that we keep as a souvenir,

in short, the treasure remains here
until 1815 in my opinion.

1815, what's going on?

It's the Hundred Days.

Napoleon returns to France,
Napoleon's famous hundred days.

What's more, Joséphine is dead.

What does Napoleon do?

He made a little pilgrimage
to Malmaison,

emotional session.

Snif, snif, cries, upset.

And he entrusted
Vivant Denon with the mission

to move the treasure,
perhaps to the Louvre.

So what?

Alas, the emperor's return
is short-lived.

1815, fall of the empire.

[he shouts with joy]

Still in 1815,
Vivant Denon was fired from the Louvre.

Just like Dad.

What do you mean?

[Christian in the distance]
Exactly.

What do you mean?
"fired like Vivant Denon"?

No, we'll deal with that later.

Either way, he's resourceful.

It has qualities, it has flaws,
but he has strength.

So Vivant Denon
leaves his post at the Louvre.

But there's no question of leaving
to the royalists.

What does it do?

He stashes the treasure somewhere else
and sends a coded message

to Napoleon in exile
to show him the location.

Now all we have to do is decipher
the message in the notebook.

[Christian] Come on, let's leave
this depressing place, this cellar.

- All right?
- Isis] And the English girl?

Oh well, English girl,
what do you want me to say?

She must have found the message
years later.

A desire for adventure,
dowry problem, go figure.

It's complicated
to get into his head.

But when she looked for the treasure,

he was no longer here.

How did she get stuck there?

Crap.

What did you do?
Open the door! Open the door!

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

Oh, shit.

- They've been here.
- It's beautiful here.

It doesn't work.

Now we have
the answer to your question.

The key doesn't open from the inside.
We're in deep shit.

How did she get in,
the Englishwoman?

- Did she have a key?
- Isis] The castle was empty.

- The door had to be open.
- Who cares about the English girl?

- he drops the key
- Shit!

Oh, no!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's always like this

with your grandfather.
- No, it's his fault.

It's also
a lot of yours!

- We'll die here like her.
- Don't say that.

At the time, the château was
abandoned, now we're going to be heard.

[he sings a blues]
♪ A castle... ♪

♪ abandoned... ♪

♪ He doesn't know who he is anymore ♪

♪ Tonight... ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

[he screams]
♪ Abandoned... é... é... ♪

♪ Abandoned! ♪

[knocking on the door]

What did you do?

But I didn't do anything.

But what is it?

Police!

Ah!

How are you?

[Christian]
Anybody home?

- [Julien] We're here!
- Isis] We're locked in!

[someone is coming]

[man handcuffed]
You droppings!

Pff!

Don't make that face, if it wasn't for him,
we'd still be there.

Obviously,

you found nothing.

- Of course it is.
- Yes, it is.

Don't talk. Come on, let's go.

- Thanks for coming.
- Your guy wasn't available?

That's it.

Doesn't he have a license?

What's wrong?

[Julien] No, I'm not going to school,
I'm exhausted.

[Isis] This is adventure.
You'll sleep tonight.

Come on, get your bag,
you're going to be late.

- I can't find it.
- Well, look for it.

I have to go to work, see you tonight!

My father, a drug dealer?

It's ridiculous, Vincent.
What do they have against him?

In Egypt, he was allegedly involved
in a story

clandestine excavations.

Of excavations... Oh, boy.

Oh, my, my!

It's not like him.

- He's a stickler for the rules.
- It's not just your father.

Your husband is on OCBC's radar

as part of a survey

for trafficking in antiques.
- For real?

- Does it make you laugh?
- Not a bit.

Guillaume, on the other hand,
it's impossible.

Isis, aren't you missing something?

Your father in Egypt,
your husband at the Louvre,

isn't there
a light on?

Are they working together
on a nefarious project?

- Yes.
- No, impossible.

Then you, Isis,

you get locked up at night
in a castle,

what's wrong?
- I'm so sorry.

I won't do it again.

I'm sorry, but I don't have
choice but to...

- De...
- De te...

From me?

- To lay you off.
- What's wrong?

But no.

Yes.

No !

Yes, it is. We'll talk about it
when the investigation is over.

Catoche, it's a pleasure
that you came.

I'll fix you a little karkade.

I can't stay.

Give me the notebook,
I'll call you as soon as I've translated it.

But you're stubborn, I tell you
that I'm not parting with the notebook.

- But...
- What's the matter?

Don't touch me.

Who's this guy?

Markus Gasburger.

- Do you know him?
- Yes, a Belgian.

Supplier of antiques
for billionaires.

- DOOR SLAMS
- Come on!

Markus, you promised me
not to hurt him.

- How could you do this to me?
- I didn't have a choice.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Give me the book.

- What notebook?
- Stop it!

They are working
with terrorists!

- [slap]
- Ah!

You bastard!

I know all about your despicable traffic!

- I know who you are!
- I'm glad you do.

So you know my methods.

What do you want?

- The same as you.
- The same as me?

- The treasure of Cheops.
- The treasure of Cheops?

- Are you going to repeat what I say?
- You are.

[Markus]
Sit down!

[disturbing theme]

[screams]

- What's that? Who's up there?
- Julien!

Call the police

and hide!

I love playing hide-and-seek.

Fucking phone, where is it?

- Markus] One.
- Christian] Julien!

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

[Julien locks a door]

Six.

Sept.

Eight!

Nine!

It's the guy from the Louvre.

He was the only one missing.

I don't believe it.

- Shit, did he see us?
- Hang on, hang on.

Is he back?

Are you waiting for my wife? Come here !

[Markus tries to open the door]

- What's the matter with you?
- Holy cow!

Come on!

Ah!

Aaah!

She's my wife!

Daddy!

Julien!

[Markus]
Found.

Give me that notebook.

Come on!

Here.

Julien!

Well, let's go, shall we?

No, it's Gasburger
that interests me.

How are you?

What did you do to him?

Julien!

- No, you stay here.
- OKAY.

Who are you?

Step forward.

- What happened?
- The other lunatic pounced on me.

- He thinks I'm banging his wife.
- Why are you taking me?

- You have the notebook.
- Yes, but you have to decipher it.

Go ahead, we'll go with them.

We're out of ice, Dad.

Thank you, darling.

Ouch.

What happened?

Did you fight?

- No, no, it's...
- No, it's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

Oh...

I don't believe it.

Mom's fucking piano.

- What have you been doing?
- Mom, you don't understand.

We were attacked.

They stole the notebook.

- I was thrown out the window.
- What?

- But your husband caught up with him.
- In fact, it's not

your lover!
- Stop!

- Did you call the police?
- We can't.

- They're working with Daesh.
- Daesh?

So, is it true
about the traffic between you two?

- What traffic?
- Is that why you're being fired?

But there's no
traffic between us.

Did you see yourself?

The house is a mess,
he's not in high school,

what are we, a gang?

Calm down, Isis.

Calm down, you're tired,
we haven't slept.

- I know you...
- No, you don't.

You're selfish and mom died
because of you.

Please.

You're toxic, you piss me off!

As soon as you disembark,
I'm no longer safe!

Then get the hell out of my house!

And you drop this!
It's already a catastrophe!

[Christian]
It's kind of my home.

- Then get the hell out of your house!
- But, Mom...

You go with your father.

[a woman]
Guillaume!

I found your sleeping bag
it's in your room.

Thanks, Mom!

No heckling, eh?
Don't stay up too late.

[cell phone vibrates]

It's your father again.

I don't care.

Neither could I, my father,
I couldn't frame him.

But he's gone,
and it's not the same.

I'll see when he's dead.

Your mother died
in a car accident?

Yes.

Why should it be his fault?

She was so unhappy.

Then he avoids the subject all the time,
he's not quiet.

Well...

- Shall we get started?
- Yes, let's.

So...

Put it in the corner.

Wait, there's something there.

- What is it?
- What is it?

There's a bunch of letters,
I say.

They are addressed to my mother.

"My dear Babette,
I write you these words..."

This is your father.

No, it's not his handwriting.

And he never called her "Babette".

"With all my love, Takeshi."

Takeshi, that's Japanese, who's that?

I don't know.

[intriguing theme]

[Guillaume]
How long before you turn off the lights?

If I don't have

my eight hours of sleep,
I'm not having a good day.

Damn.

It's crazy.

What are you going to do?

What's this?

- Oh...
- What's that?

Isis?

[Catherine]
I don't get it.

[his cell phone rings]

Isis?

Why didn't you ever tell me?

You had just lost your mom.

But what next?

I wasn't going to tell you she was
to join her lover.

Anyway,

you stuck me in boarding school,
you could have taken me to Egypt.

It wasn't the place

for a little girl.

What was Takeshi like?

Oh, I'm in no position
to talk about it.

A dark type, who doesn't say a word
because he thinks he's deep.

A huge shaver.

And he drove his car as badly
as his orchestra.

- How's your treasure hunt going?
- Walou.

Look at this ribbon.
It was in the Poppleton's notebook.

I put it in my pocket
at Malmaison.

Take a look.

It's the same letters
as in the notebook.

The message sent to the emperor,
was this.

A scytale, Dad.

- A scytale.
- Yes.

But for a scytale,
you need a support to wrap it around.

Try it there.

It's incredible.

You're a girl of genius, darling.

- Exceptional.
- No, that's not it.

- It's the wrong diameter.
- Hello, madam.

I'm sorry to bother you,
just a second.

I'm looking for a support
for the scytale.

It doesn't work either.

DVD.

What, DVD?

His grave is here.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

To the left!

I didn't think of that.

[light theme]

- I'll be there in a minute.
- Waiting for you.

It's okay, let's go.

"Location

"in N4, Louvre."

It works!

Ah!

Ouch, shit.

"Location N4, Louvre."

- I'm fine.
- I'm fine.

- Location N4, Louvre.
- It's broken.

- We'll call Guillaume!
- Ah, that's better, then.

Yes.

So :
Etruscan... Ah, Egyptian.

Here we are.

The 1815 collections register.

- Thank you for your time.
- What are you looking for?

N4, my dear André.

- N4.
- Ah, and why?

N4, N4...

- André] Ah, I found N4.
- Guillaume] So, N4...

Well, we're listening.

So, N4, we found it.

This is the reference

of a mummy classification.
- A mummy?

What is this
this story?

- "Brought back from Egypt by DVD."
- DVD?

- Dominique Vivant Denon.
- Ah, DVD...

- bursts out laughing
- Okay, and where's this mummy?

[André]
Sorry, it's been destroyed.

- What do you mean by that?
- It's been badly preserved.

It has deteriorated.

The museum got rid of it
by burying it in 1828...

in a mass grave
under the gardens of the Louvre.

But at last,

she may still be there.

But no, when they built
the pyramid, the shopping mall,

they trashed the place.
- Shit! Shit! Shit!

- Shit!
- [the dog yelps]

[Julien]
Is it dead?

Why this mummy
of interest to you?

The ravings of my father-in-law, Denon
would have hidden a treasure map.

Anyway, end of story. Thanks, though.

You're welcome.

[suspenseful theme]

[ringtone]

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Oh, fuck...

What the hell is she doing?

- Shit. Shit. Shit.
- Fuck, come on.

- Police!
- Ah!

- Come along.
- Thank you!

I'll tell you all about it.

- Get in the car.
- Thank you.

Holy shit!

What a freak
fucking Vivant Denon!

The man brings
Khufu's treasure to France

and he saves himself
a little mummy in the process.

And he stuffs in the instructions
for finding the treasure!

What nonsense!

This is a stupid idea,
you hear me?

This guy's a moron.

- Dad, calm down.
- He's fucking with us.

I don't believe it,
why all the fuss?

Why not send the location
to Napoleon in exile?

Because he's moved the treasure
and thinks it's easier.

Easier?

It's like putting a bullet
in the head, you hear me?

I really admired the guy,
the refinement, the collection,

a guy like that is no small thing,
but to be so tortured,

because that's the word...

[intriguing theme]

Isis!

-Where is she going?
- I don't know where.

Dad, your mummy,
maybe it's here!

No, Dad, this way.

Come, come.

It's "Les Misérables"
by Victor Hugo.

Yes, that's it.

In 1830, some of the bodies of the martyrs
of the Revolution were buried

in the common grave
in the gardens of the Louvre.

It came back to me.

Yes, but so what?

They were exhumed in 1840
and put them here at the back.

- I don't understand a word.
- Listen, please.

When we unearthed
these revolutionaries,

they were able to take with them the mummy
buried in the same pit.

So the

to find the treasure
would have been, by mistake,

moved, there, behind that wall?

Perhaps.

It's crazy.

[chimes]

[Please return to the exit,
we're closing.

No...

Enough bullshit.
We do things my way.

[intriguing theme]

- Come on.
- There you go.

Through that door.

- André?
- We're off.

- Wait! Wait! Wait!
- What?

- There's Andre.
- Why did you bring that razor?

He helped us and is my
my last support for the museum.

- That's one trip.
- We'll make more.

Really?

- What's the plan?
- We're going to borrow a...

- He'll see.
- OK.

- Come on, let's go.
- Let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on.

[disturbing theme]

- André.
- Yes, yes.

You know that "Paris",
comes from the Latin "Para Isis"?

"For Isis".

Notre-Dame was built
on a temple dedicated to the goddess.

That's not true, dear sir.

Sorry, but this hypothesis
is based on reading

the inscription on the Nautes pillar

an ex-voto of the Parisii,
a Celtic and Gallic merchant people,

who lived on the Île de la Cité.
- This hypothesis is false.

The sanctuary
was dedicated to Jupiter, OK?

And the word "Parisii"
comes from the Celtic word "per iseu".

There was an Isis cult in Paris.

We're not
a school outing.

This isn't a guided tour, damn it!

Oh...

He's wrong.

- "Per iseu", that's the root.
- I don't think so.

Super.

This is the right key.

Where did you get your passes?

Office archaeology,
can sometimes be a good thing.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Please go ahead.

Well, shall we go?

Yeah, I don't have a good feeling
this guy, but not at all.

- Go ahead.
- Yeah, he's weird.

[intriguing theme]

(You look good as an adventurer.)

(Really?)

[Julien] Are we there yet?

The Crypt of the Dead
is just behind.

Look, look.

But yes.

Guillaume, it's your turn.

Your turn, come on.

[Guillaume]
Step aside.

[Guillaume taps with the sledgehammer]

How many dead here?

Perhaps 500.

The crypt was built
in the channel of a fountain

which was supposed to represent an elephant.

It's the elephant from Victor Hugo's
by Victor Hugo.

- Gavroche's refuge.
- Yes.

- Who is it?
- It can't be.

Just kidding.

Gavroche takes refuge in the life-size
of the elephant.

And Gavroche dies.
The most beautiful moment I've ever known.

What was it he used to say?

"I fell to the ground,
it's Voltaire's fault.

"The nose in the stream,
is the fault...

"And this little big soul
had just flown away."

[tremors]

- intriguing theme]
- What is it?

Ghosts.

This is the subway going by.

Try opening it.

- they force
- Up.

[Christian] Shoot!

- This can't be happening.
- One, two, three!

[Isis] Damn...

- Is the mummy in there?
- No, he isn't.

Even damaged, you could see it,
it's very different.

Okay, let's close.

Let's try this one.

Open it, open that one.

Go ahead.

One!

Two!

[Christian]
Here, lift, lift.

There's nothing.

This one.

One, two, three!

[Guillaume]
Watch out!

There's nothing there either.

Wait!

What?

What?

Here she is.

Here she is.

Here we are.

What's up?

- Now it's open.
- I feel something.

Wow.

Is it a box?

Wait, open it.

Oh, fuck.

- What is it?
- A letter

by Vivant Denon.

Look at the signature.

- Look, Daddy.
- What does it say?

- This is the map to the treasure.
- Just a moment.

- Strange.
- What's strange?

What's up?

- This looks like the place.
- In here?

Here, where?

Here, under the Bastille.

In this crypt?

It's just not possible.

When Vivant Denon
hid all his instructions,

the mummy was still in the Louvre
and none of this existed.

The fountain's pipes
were already there.

- Are you sure?
- The project was supervised

by Vivant Denon for Napoleon.
He knew the place well.

So we need to be close.

An underground network

abandoned.

The ideal hiding place.

I'll check there.

[Isis] Channeling
continues this way, come on.

To you, Guillaume.

- Daddy, please...
- Wait, move over.

Out of the way, all of you.

Shall we?

- [sledgehammer blows]
- Come on.

[suspenseful theme]

Take a look.

It's this way, isn't it?

Come along, come along.

- Come on.
- OK, OK.

Stylish.

I thought it was a legend
crocodiles in the sewers.

- Me, too.
- Sobek, the crocodile god.

The god who accompanies
the soul of the pharaohs.

- I hope it's the only one.
- Don't worry.

We take the treasure
the treasure back to Egypt,

we risk absolutely nothing.

We look forward to seeing you.

[click]

Yallah, Russian grandpa.

To think we'll have to
give this back to Egypt.

- Come and see, come and see.
- What is it?

What?

Do you know what it is?

This golden falcon does not represent

only the god Horus,

but the divine essence of Khéops.

He too was a god on Earth
and this is the image of his soul.

Shit, shit.

[André]
Hello, Markus?

Can you hear me?

Markus, we found him.

We found it.

The map, yes, and the treasure.

[shock, stones fall].

Who are you calling?

Were you looking for me?

[click]

See this?

[rumbling]

- Come on.
- Where are you taking me?

Shut the fuck up!

Let go of me! Oh!

[Julien's cry echoes]

Is this the subway too?

Please, enlighten me.

Please enlighten me.

Oh!

Yes.

- How did I miss this?
- That what?

What's going on?

We're in the drilling zone
of the new metro.

- [shock, stones fall]
- Fuck!

What is it, Isis?

[crackling]

Where is Julien? Julien!

- He's not here, Julien!
- Julien!

Julien, where are you!?

It's not here!

- Julien!
- Hurry up, Dad!

His helmet.

- Julien!
- Julien!

Christian, come on!

Take a look at this.

- Take it easy. Take it easy.
- This is amazing.

- [Julien's muffled screams]
- Calm down.

- Get the fuck off me!
- Micky!

Take him away.

[shocks, creaks]

- Julien!
- Julien!

[turbine stops]

It stopped.

Julien!

- We should never have taken him.
- I'm the one responsible.

- You, in charge? That's a new one.
- Julien!

- Take a look.
- Julien!

Julien!

- André!
- Julien!

No, no, wait.

[distressing theme]

Move along.

- Police! Police!
- Put the gun down!

Come over here.

Who is it?

Markus Gasburger.

Pichard?

I told you

that he was a traitor.

- Where's my son?
- What a weird family.

Dragging a child
in a place like this.

I don't give a fuck,
where's my grandson?

Up there.

Safe and sound.

- Boris, take them away.
- Come on, Boris.

I'm off.

- This treasure belongs to Egypt.
- Clear the way.

Dad.

May the desecrators be punished.

And the divine curse
will follow in their footsteps

and will pursue them
seas and mountains.

Terrifying.

[shock, ceiling crumbles].

[crackling]

- What's that?
- The subway.

- Yes, that's the subway.
- Come on, Markus.

Come on, you can't stay here,
Christian.

[distressing theme]

You have to walk.

Come, Markus, come.

We look forward to seeing you.

[crackling]

[landslide, screams]

Come on, come on.

[deflagration, screams]

[they cough]

- Honey? Honey?
- I'm home!

Dad?

[Christian]
Are you all right?

[Isis]
Yes, don't just stand there.

[dramatic theme]

Don't worry.

Mommy!

- Julien!
- Julien!

I'm fine.

How are you?

[journalist] Special flash.

After the fatal accident
on the Paris metro construction site...

[journalists' voices
in different languages]

[oriental theme]

[journalist, in Arabic]
This is great news.

The treasure of Cheops,

which had been stolen
in Napoleon's time,

had finally returned to Egypt.

A great French teacher,

Christian Robinson,
discovered him in Paris,

under the Place de la Bastille,
and brought it back to Egypt.

Our dearest treasure
is now

in our museum.

Hurry up and see him.

What was that about
about profaners?

"The divine curse..."

"will follow in their footsteps

"and will pursue them
over seas and mountains."

That's not Egyptian.

Rascar Capac.

Why, Rascar Capac!

What's that? But what is it?

Tintin,
"The Seven Crystal Balls.

Wow...

Who's Tintin?

[melancholy theme].

Oh...