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In the year 2000BC,

there was born to the reigning Pharaoh of Egypt a son.

For many years, the Pharaoh Men-ta had prayed to the gods...

...for this blessing that came so late in life.

At last he had an heir.

And as he presented the child to his rejoicing people,

he felt strong, proud and secure.

Men-ta faced the future with pride and contentment.

Yet, evil men had already sworn allegiance to Men-ta's younger brother,

Almen-ta,

who saw in the child, Kah-to-Bey, an end to all his hopes of accession.

Men-ta was too absorbed in his child and all he portended for the future...

...to be aware of the dark clouds already gathering.

Yet, as he offered a prayer of thanks given to the gods,

invoking their blessings in the years to come,

tragedy was already preparing to intrude.

For as he turned from the cheering crowds outside his palace,

the cold finger of death...

...was soon to touch the heart of his beloved.

In the presence of his dying queen,

Men-ta named his child Kah-to-Bey...

...the next Pharaoh.

Silently, the attending physicians...

...watched the life that gave Pharaoh his son...

...flutter into oblivion.

The head slave, Prem,

bowed his head with the rest in sorrow,

sharing Pharaoh's grief.

The young queen had given Pharaoh his dearest wish,

an heir to the throne of Egypt.

So the people rejoiced. They sang and danced in the streets,

believing that the gods were smiling upon them all.

Year after year,

Pharaoh watched Kah-to-Bey grow towards manhood.

He devoted every moment to the child who was destined to succeed him.

He lived only for his son.

So engrossed was he in the future,

that the past and the present became of no account.

He was deaf to the warning voices of his advisors.

And while Men-ta dreamed,

Almen-ta continued to scheme against the throne.

Soon he was exhorting his followers to violence.

His secret army grew... and, finally, struck.

Men-ta and his guards were hopelessly outnumbered.

The slave Prem fought valiantly to protect his beloved master,

but all in vain.

Not one of the royal household was to be left alive.

This was Almen-ta's decree.

But before the murderous onslaught claimed the final toll,

Men-ta exhorted Prem to try and escape to the desert...

...with the young prince.

Prem! Take Kah-to-Bey! Take him! Take him!

These men were the sole survivors of the holocaust.

Like Prem, they were slaves,

determined to lay down their lives for their prince.

Along the first few miles of scorching desert sand,

they were sustained in the belief that Almen-ta's treachery...

...might yet recoil upon him.

Perhaps one day Kah-to-Bey might return to his rightful place...

...on the throne of Egypt.

As they trudged on, the slave Prem must have prayed...

...for some future bloodbath of vengeance.

But the gods had laid their plans.

Almen-ta was to rule many years before he came to a traitor's death...

...and Kah-to-Bey...

...was not to live to see the final overthrow.

The slaves' faith in their leader Prem never wavered.

Prem would guide them out of the desert wilderness.

They never doubted him.

They would follow him... into eternity.

But they lacked provisions.

Very little water amongst them,

and practically no food.

Gradually, the desert enclosed them.

And, one by one, they fell and perished.

Overhead, death hovered...

...and waited.

The gods seemed determined to reserve their favours for the usurper,

Almen-ta.

As all hope started to fade,

even Prem's massive strength and resolve to save his young prince...

...began to waver.

In the teeth of fierce desert storms,

the few survivors carried Kah-to-Bey towards his last resting place.

As he lay dying,

Kah-to-Bey presented to Prem...

...the royal seal of the Pharaohs.

With reverence, Prem covered his young master's body...

...with the sacred shroud.

In the language of the Pharaohs...

...Prem recorded the time and the place.

In the year 1920,

an expedition financed by a wealthy industrialist, Stanley Preston,

and led by the distinguished archaeologist Sir Basil Walden,

set out to find the tomb of Kah-to-Bey.

Their return to the base at Mezzara...

...was now more than a month overdue.

Speculation as to their fate became news headlines.

Ah, Mr. Longbarrow, er, wait a minute.

Yes, please, gentlemen, not at the moment.

- Ah, Mr. Preston. - You're Longbarrow.

Yes, I saw your gharry arrive from the hotel window.

- I must apologise... - Hey, you boy!

You see to my luggage! What's the number of my suite?

Oh, yes, I've arranged all that.

There is only one suite available at this hotel, Mr. Preston,

but I have secured it for you and Mrs. Preston.

- How do you do, Mr. Longbarrow? - Why didn't you meet the boat?

- You got my cable? - Yes, indeed.

Your cable arrived, but only half an hour ago.

As you expressly desired...

- Uh, Mr. Preston? - Yes?

Uh, have you any, uh, news about the expedition, sir?

Well, you should have more information. I've only just arrived from England.

Our readers would like to hear your view, sir.

- Uh, I represent... - Your readers?

I'm sorry, sir. I represent the Cairo Evening Sun.

Ah, well now, gentlemen,

you can tell your readers that we are most...

...concerned about the expedition.

My own son Paul is, as you may know, a member of Sir Basil's party.

I came here privately to ascertain what's being done to find them.

- Isn't that so, Barbara? - Yes, Stanley.

Yeah, is your son an... archaeologist, too, sir?

He is indeed. A very brilliant boy. Oh, this is my wife.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I don't know whether you are aware, gentlemen,

but I'm holding a general press conference tomorrow.

- Have you arranged that? - Oh, yes. At 10 o'clock sharp.

- "Sharp"? - Oh, I do not mean you, Mr. Preston.

I merely put that up so that you should not be kept waiting.

We've just arrived in town ourselves. So where is the conference being held?

- At the Restoration House. - The what?

The Restoration House, Mr. Preston. It's a place of Sir Basil's. It's...

...where all the curios and the things that he finds on this expedition...

- ...are brought... - I see.

...together there prior to being sent to the museums.

Uh, Mr. Preston, sir? Just one photograph, please?

Oh, right. My dear?

- Thank you, sir. - Not at all.

See you tomorrow, gentlemen. Where's this suite of ours?

Oh, Mr. Preston, if you will follow me.

Oh, perhaps if you would allow me, Mr. Preston. After you, Mrs. Preston.

I'd like to make one point quite clear, Longbarrow.

- Yes, Mr. Preston, sir. - I don't like being ignored!

No, I can see that. I mean that is quite understandable.

- And why should you indeed, sir. - My general impression is...

...that the press are far more interested in Sir Basil Walden than myself.

Sure we can very soon rectify that, sir.

If you are going to stay on as my press representative, Longbarrow,

you'd better improve on some of this guff I've been reading back in England.

Make it quite clear that without Stanley Preston,

this expedition would never got started.

Mr. Preston, I don't think you quite understand my...

I only understand results! Got that?

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much.

Hm, not as bad as I expected.

Oh, I'm so glad it meets with your approval, Mr. Preston.

Very pleasant, Mr. Longbarrow. Perhaps a little more light?

Oh, certainly, Mrs. Preston, yes.

There is a... a good view from here.

- You can see the desert quite plainly. - Uh, what about the bathroom?

I'm afraid there's no bathroom as such, Mr. Preston.

I'm sure there's a wash basin in the bedroom.

At least there should be. Shall I ascertain?

Yes, there is a wash basin, Mr. Preston.

I'm afraid there's no convenience. So sorry, Mr. Preston.

Did you, uh, have a nice journey, Mrs. Preston?

Quite pleasant, Mr. Longbarrow.

Naturally, our thoughts are always with those poor men in the desert.

Our son Paul, Sir Basil, Harry Newton...

What a nice young man he is, Mr. Longbarrow.

- Yes, indeed, isn't he? - I do hope and pray they'll be all right.

I've got £12,000 tied up with this expedition that says they've got to be all right.

And of course this young girl. Sir Basil's assistant.

- What's her name, Mr. Longbarrow? - Claire de Sangre, Mrs. Preston.

She goes on all Sir Basil's expeditions. They do say she's a brilliant linguist.

Longbarrow, how many search parties are looking for them?

- Oh, three, sir. - Double that.

- Get on with them right away. - Oh, yes. Very good, sir.

Of course it is siesta time. I should have to wait...

Don't give me any excuses, Longbarrow. I know all about siesta time.

Just you go and wake them up. I intend to get things moving, and moving fast.

- Get along with you. - Very good, sir.

Is there anything I can get for you, Mrs. Preston?

Yes, you can order me some beer. Make sure it's cold.

Very good, sir.

- Anything you want? - Nothing, Stanley.

Yes, you can see the desert from here.

How the devil did that fool Walden get himself lost?

No chance of water from there, sir. The sand's choked everything.

How long do you reckon, sir?

This?

It could blow itself out by the morning.

You can never tell in the desert.

I'm afraid, I've given you all a rough journey.

Don't blame yourself. We've had bad luck.

Uh-huh. Can't put it all down to bad luck.

We started on the wrong day, according to Claire.

- Yes. - Friday the 13th, wasn't it?

I remember Claire mentioned it at the time.

Sorry.

Oh, not at all. I should have listened to you.

But that's in the past. What about the future, Claire?

- We've still got one? - Of course we have!

- Well, Claire? - We're going to find the tomb.

- It's not far away. - What makes you so sure?

It's the same feeling I had...

...when I told you the porters would desert...

...a week before they did.

And the traders' route out of Mezzara.

Yes, you said that would disappear. You were right.

Hope the Derby's on when we get back! I'm taking Claire with me.

I could be wrong, Harry.

If my reckoning hadn't gone adrift,

we should be on the side of the tomb now.

I've been trying to work it out.

Allowing for compass error or the storm or both,

we can't be more than a few miles from the Rock.

The question is shall we go on or...

...shall we try to find the oasis we left three days ago?

We've got just enough water to get us back there.

It's your decision, sir.

No, Paul. It's only fair to put it to you.

If we go on,

we go farther away from the water.

Well, I think we should take a chance.

- Harry? - I'm gambling on Claire.

Having predicted one disaster after another,

it'd be a pity to miss the one ray of hope she's given us, eh?

We're all agreed, then?

I know we'll find the tomb, and we'll survive the desert.

Well, this calls for a celebration. One mouthful of water each, my hearties!

But when the desert is behind us... begins the real danger.

And some of us... won't survive.

As you know, gentlemen, the primary object of that expedition...

...is to prove my theory that the mummified figure which...

...when discovered was wearing the seal of a Pharaoh...

...is not that of Kah-to-Bey, but that of Prem,

the slave who received the seal from the young prince when he lay dying.

If we find his tomb,

we shall have proved a point that's been debated for 20 years.

We believe that this is not the mummy of Kah-to-Bey, but that of Prem,

the slave who buried him and was himself buried as a Pharaoh...

...wearing the seal of the Pharaohs.

Records that have only recently come to light...

...refer to a place in the desert called the Rock of Death.

And close by, we believe, lies the tomb of the real Pharaoh.

Well, gentlemen, I hope I've been able to provide you with...

- ...all the information you require. - Yes, thank you, sir.

- You've been most informative. - Hm. Any questions?

How many parties are out searching for Sir Basil, sir?

Three at the moment. Three more leaving today.

I'm sparing no expense in my efforts to find him.

I don't suppose you'll be sparing yourself either, will you, sir?

How do you mean?

Well, you will be joining one of the search parties of course, sir?

- Um... - Yes, Stanley, of course.

Of course!

Well, gentlemen, if that's all, I... wish you a very good day.

Thank you, sir. And I wish you a safe journey.

I'm sure we all do.

Thank you. Longbarrow!

Yes, Mr. Preston, sir! At your elbow, sir!

I shall be joining one of the expeditions.

- So I understood, sir. - See that it's the best equipped.

- The best guide. - Naturally, Mr. Preston. Of course.

I think it's finished!

Claire!

You were right, Claire. We're not far away.

"At this place died my beloved prince Kah-to-Bey."

Can you go on, Claire?

It gives the year. But I can't read the rest.

Well, this is it!

- Shall we leave everything? - Yes, yes.

Just bring the guns and the water.

We'd better take the lanterns. Bring them, will you, Claire?

The lanterns, Paul.

All right, Paul.

What was he saying?

He says that death awaits all who disturb the resting place of Kah-to-Bey.

That tomb must be pretty near. Ask him where it is.

He says he's the keeper of the tomb. His name is Hasmid Ali.

He says why should he reveal the whereabouts of the tomb to us...

...when he and his family have guarded the secret for centuries?

Well...

Can you decipher that, Claire?

"Rest in peace...

...Kah-to-Bey,

my beloved prince."

Your knife, Harry! Quick, your knife!

- Get me out in the air! - Yes, sir. Steady.

Harry?

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Do you think our friend back there is bringing some of his chums?

It's more than likely.

- Wait! - Let's go this way!

It's your father!

- Hello, Father! - Paul, my boy!

- Thank God I found you! - Good to see you, Father.

I'd almost given you up. Well, it's a great moment.

Wonderful to see you, Harry. How are you?

I'm fine, thank you, sir. How are you?

It's so dark, Mr. Preston, we couldn't take a photograph!

Well, we... arrived none too soon, by the look of me.

- What happened to you? - Well, we got...

- Longbarrow, get some food and drink! - Oh, yes, Mr. Preston.

- Get moving, man! - Oh, yes, Mr. Preston.

- How did you find us, Father? - Well, I met some of your porters.

They deserted you, didn't they?

- Yes. - Ah, lucky they did!

We collared a couple of 'em. Made them show us which way you were heading.

Then we stumbled on your tent, and here we are.

Oh, I don't think you've met. Claire de Sangre, Sir Basil's assistant.

- How do you do? - How do you do, Mr. Preston?

- Where is Walden? - Uh, over here.

I'm afraid we had a bit of bad luck.

Sir Basil has had a rather serious snake bite.

Oh, really? Is this the site of the tomb?

Well, we can't be sure, but we think it is.

What do you mean you think it is? Is this the site of the tomb or isn't it?

- Ah, Walden. How are you feeling? - Not too bad, thank you.

Got yourself bitten by a snake, I hear.

Now what's all this mystery about the tomb?

It's no mystery.

We think we found it. We can't be sure until we've excavated.

If you'd like to come with me, I'll show you what Sir Basil means.

Only watch out for snakes!

Oh, well, you can explain it to me, can't you?

We don't want to leave Sir Basil by himself.

How long do you think it will take, Walden?

I can't say until I have made a proper survey.

I imagine the rocks are pretty thick.

We may have to use small charges of dynamite.

That means sending back to Mezzara.

We'll manage without dynamite. Start your survey at sun up.

My porters are equipped with all the gear you'll need...

...to hack through any thickness of rock you care to name.

They're bringing the food and drink at any moment, sir.

Well, stay with them, man! Hustle them along!

- Very good, Mr. Preston. Yes, sir. - What are those men doing over there?

Tell them to start unloading the equipment!

Come along there!

I started excavating...

...on the 10th of July, 1920.

From the outset,

we realised the work would be arduous and dangerous.

The heat was fantastic...

...in the dark, cramped quarters...

...in which we had to work.

We slaved on...

...through the broiling heat of the day.

"Heat...

...of the day."

There was always danger...

...of mutiny among the porters.

Twice I had to hold them at gunpoint.

"At...

...gun - point."

Well, where's the body?

I want you all to understand what happened.

Normally, as you know, the...

...the tomb of a Pharaoh bears the necropolis seal and...

...the tomb itself is very much more elaborate than this.

Now theory is merging with fact.

The slave Prem buried his master, sealed the tomb with rock.

It was the best he could do under the circumstances.

Now, look, is there a body or isn't there? That's all I'm interested in.

If you will contain your impatience, Mr. Preston, until I've finished,

I think you'll find that in this...

...in this canopic chest, we shall undoubtedly find the...

...the urns containing the viscera of the young Pharaoh.

- "Viscera"? - The heart and intestines.

- Oh, yes, the viscera. - Harry, Harry, is your camera ready?

- Almost there, sir. - I think we're going to...

...find one of the earliest forms of mummification.

When a Pharaoh was entombed, a...

...keeper or guard was appointed.

This position was handed down from...

...generation to generation.

Perhaps in this instance the...

...keeper was the madman we met in the cavern.

Possibly.

Some of the... guards were...

...dedicated men, but...

...many of them were villains who...

...rifled the tombs that they were supposed to guard.

Hasmid Ali...

...may have discovered the tomb himself or...

...the secret may have been passed down to him by his family.

But... whatever he...

...thinks, he certainly seems to regard himself as the...

...keeper of the tomb.

He's preserved in sand for 4,000 years.

Fantastic!

As you say, Mr. Preston, fantastic!

The shroud of Kah-to-Bey.

And now perhaps you'd be interested to...

...know the meaning of these hieroglyphics.

Claire, you're better at this than I. Will you?

I'm sorry! I can't read the words!

What do you mean, you can't?

You're supposed to be the language expert, aren't you?

I think it would be wrong for me to read the words, Mr. Preston!

Wrong and dangerous!

What you regard me here, some kind of superstitious crank?

Claire, I don't understand. What's your objection?

The words refer to the Spirit of the Tomb...

...and the sacred words of life and death.

"Spirit of the Tomb"?

Harry, have your camera ready?

- Always, sir. - I want a photograph.

First the shroud, then the body.

Right. Quite still, sir.

Walden, I want to get these things back to Mezzara as soon as possible.

Prem, the devoted slave, who buried his master, Kah-to-Bey.

It is fitting they should be together...

...after all these centuries.

One likes to think...

...they have found each other on some celestial plane...

...and are watching our humble effort...

...to give them their place in history.

...their place in history.

It's good to see you've kept your sense of humour, Mr. Preston.

Any questions, gentlemen?

I understand Sir Basil Walden has been taken ill, Mr. Preston.

Can you tell us the nature of his illness?

I'm afraid I can't.

Er, Sir Basil was bitten by a snake on his journey to the tomb,

but it would appear to have had a very good recovery.

However, I understand he's suffered poor health for a number of years.

So, I when we returned to Mezzara,

I made arrangements for him to go into hospital.

I can assure you we're doing all we can for him.

Mr. Preston,

it appears from what you've told us that a great deal of the credit...

...for the safe return of the expedition goes to you.

Hardly fair on Sir Basil, I think!

It's true I was fortunate enough to...

...stumble on them, shall we say, when they were at their lowest ebb.

So sorry, Mr. Preston.

With the help of my son, I made arrangements for the return...

...of this sacred thing, this relic of Ancient Egypt.

Together, we brought it back to Mezzara so that...

...Kah-to-Bey can take his rightful place in the history of this...

- ...great country. - Mr. Preston!

Is it true that a curse might fall on members of the expedition?

Wasn't there some sort of warning carved into the rock?

We're not worried, gentlemen. Neither are we superstitious.

But there was a warning. Can you explain that?

Explain it?

We had a job to do. And I feel that Sir Basil himself, when he recovers,

will be the first to admit that we didn't acquit ourselves too badly...

- ...in the circumstances. - No, indeed not, Mr. Preston.

Er, will you excuse me, gentlemen?

Sir Basil must have been moved from the hospital...

...within an hour after he was admitted.

- How do you know that? - I went back.

I tried to see the superintendent, but he was unavailable.

And they wouldn't even tell me where he is or where has been taken to.

This is Chief Inspector Barrani.

He's just informed me that Sir Basil has been removed to an asylum.

The Mezzara lunatic asylum.

I propose to leave this day week.

You better get Paul to help you crate up the mummy and the shroud.

Then we can ship them out at the same time.

We shall have to have a police licence of course, sir.

Arrange it! It shouldn't be difficult!

- Oh, yes, sir. - Come in!

Ah, Paul, come in, my boy. Have a drink.

- Longbarrow, give him a drink. - No, thank you.

I'd like a word with you, please, Father.

- Any time, my boy, any time. - Alone, if you don't mind.

All right, Longbarrow, you have work to do. Get on with it.

Oh, yes. Excuse me.

- Do you want me to go, Paul? - No, that's all right, Mother.

- You sure you won't join me? - Yes, quite sure, thank you.

That press conference went well, don't you think?

- Very well, yes. - Oh, what is it, Paul?

Father, when did you first learn that Sir Basil had been sent to an asylum?

When? When your mother told us, of course.

- Frankly, I'm not surprised. - You're not surprised?

I must say, he behaved very strangely on that return journey.

Of course, he was in poor physical shape.

That may have caused some kind of mental derangement.

It's up to the authorities to decide on the correct form of treatment.

It's not up to us to question their diagnosis.

Who sent him there, Father?

Why, the hospital authorities, I suppose. How should I know?

- Did you send him? - Look here, Paul!

Sir Basil is as sane as you or I and you know it!

Someone must have bribed the authorities. Was it you?

Paul, we've always been very close,

but that doesn't mean that you can come here...

...and level these sort of accusations against me.

You're trying to tell me there's no truth at all in what I've been saying?

I have to remind you that you are talking to your father.

And if you've nothing better to do than coming here...

...and subject me to this kind of cross-examination, you'd better leave!

You wanted him out of the way, didn't you?

You hated the idea of anyone else stealing your thunder.

I've watched you taking every advantage of his illness,

stealing the credit for his work, lying to the press...

...and singing your own praises until I and everyone else have been...

- ...sick with embarrassment! - How dare you?

What you have done, it's a sheer persecution of a sick man!

- And a great man. - Oh, I know he's a hero of yours.

Just what you like to be yourself, I'm sure.

He certainly is!

And now he's out of the way, your own star...

...can shine more brightly, can't it?

Good old Preston!

He saved the expedition, he found the mummy of Kah-to-Bey.

Three cheers for Preston! Give him a knighthood!

- Get out! - He hasn't got your millions.

He hasn't got a penny, but he's worth ten of you.

- Paul, please go. - Yes, I'm going.

I'm going to the asylum and somehow I'm gonna get him out of there.

That won't be necessary, Mr. Preston.

I have to inform you that Sir Basil Walden...

...escaped from the asylum half an hour ago.

If he returns to the hotel, I expect you to inform me.

Good night, gentlemen.

- Inspector! - Yes, sir?

There's been a terrible mistake, Inspector!

Sir Basil's transference to the lunatic asylum.

- It should never have happened. - That is hardly my concern, Mr. Preston.

Your men are searching for him now?

- They are indeed. - And if they find him?

In this country, escaped lunatics are treated as criminals.

It is necessary, you understand, for the safety of the community.

What will happen to him?

That will depend upon his behaviour when he is caught.

If he is violent, he is liable to be shot.

He's not likely to be violent, Inspector! He's a sick man!

In that case, he has nothing to fear from my men.

I will contact you the minute that he is caught.

Can I help you look for him? Can I come with you now?

No, Mr. Preston. This is a matter for the police.

I advise you to stay here.

I shall be in my room.

If there're any messages for me, contact me immediately.

- Yes, effendi. - I don't care how late it is!

Immediately.

- You heard all that? - Yes, everything.

Oh, Paul, how can we help him?

This way, quick. I help you.

I help you! Quick, quick!

Come. Come in! Come in.

Come, come! Come!

Sit down. Sit down!

You are Sir Basil Walden.

I am Haiti. I tell your fortune.

Haiti's the greatest fortune teller in the whole of Egypt.

I look into the crystal so.

I... I see death.

You are going to die very soon.

But not the way you think.

Let me rest. Please...

- Give me somewhere to rest. - You will soon be dead.

Then you can rest.

Death can be sweet. Sweet death.

I pray for it because I am old and tired,

you pray because you are sick.

There is nothing left for you...

...but death.

My son, Hasmid.

- Your son... - He will attend you.

The Spirit of the Tomb...

...will journey from death into life.

He will punish you for what you have done him.

And one by one the others will follow you.

It is in the crystal!

Help me, please...

It is in the crystal.

Soon the Spirit will move. I see him now.

He is dead,

but he has the power to move...

...and kill.

Death is coming.

Prepare yourself for death.

This is terrible news, Chief Inspector. Terrible.

Yes, Mr. Preston. I imagined you would be very upset.

- Have any idea who could have done it? - No, I have no idea, Mr. Preston.

As a formality, I shall have to ask you to identify the body.

I'm afraid it is not a pleasant sight.

Well, Mr. Preston?

It is Sir Basil, yes.

- Who could have done it? - I suspect nobody at the moment.

I was hoping that you yourself might be able to help me.

I? I've no idea.

- Your son perhaps? - No, Inspector.

Are you aware of any enemies Sir Basil might have had?

- Someone with a grudge perhaps? - Nobody, no.

Strangely enough,

the murder coincides with the loss of the shroud...

- ...covering the body of Kah-to-Bey. - The sacred shroud?

- It's been stolen? - It is not there, Mr. Preston.

The caretaker and the sweeper have both been questioned.

Neither of them has even noticed its absence.

Is there any connection between the murder of Sir Basil...

- ...and this, Inspector? - Who can tell?

You are returning to your hotel, gentlemen?

- Yes. - Thank you.

I shall be able to find you if I want you.

- Good day, gentlemen. - Good day.

A terrible thing, Mr. Preston. Quite terrible...

Have you made arrangements for crating the mummy, Longbarrow?

Oh, yes, Mr. Preston. As a matter of fact,

I contacted the local undertaker, a very excellent man, I believe. He's...

Good. We may be leaving earlier than I thought.

I think there's a boat leaving tomorrow night.

- Find out about available passages. - Very well, Mr. Preston.

I suppose you've broken the news to Claire?

Yes, I did. But I thought I'd spare her the ordeal of coming with us.

And you're blaming me, aren't you?

Yes, I'm afraid I am.

Why don't you accuse me of murdering him and have done with it?

- I'm not accusing you of anything. - Thank you.

But I don't see why you're so anxious to leave Mezzara.

Sir Basil was virtually an employee of yours and he's been murdered.

I think you should stay and help the police.

I don't need your advice!

- You saw him? - Yes.

Barbara, I want you to pack your things.

We're getting out.

There's no point in remaining here any longer.

I see.

Do you feel some kind of premonition?

- What do you mean? - Do you?

- How long we've been married? - 26 years.

And in all that time, have I once given you the impression...

...that I'm subject to premonitions?

No, I don't think you were ever one to indulge yourself in that way.

I was thinking of that strange man they found in the tomb...

...before you arrived.

And his warning of disaster to whoever violated the tomb.

Yes?

I trust you will pardon this intrusion, Mr. Preston.

- Mrs. Preston. - What is it, Inspector?

Until I have finished my investigations,

I have to request you to remain in Mezzara.

But why?

I may wish to call upon you for further information.

Inspector, I've told you all I know.

As far as I'm aware, Sir Basil had no enemies.

In my opinion, this is the work of some local fanatic.

Fanatic? Why do you say that, Mr. Preston?

I'm using the term loosely.

Some maniac without motive, without reason.

In any case, I must insist on my rights as a British citizen.

I intend to leave as soon as I can arrange a suitable passage.

In that case,

I'm afraid you will become the guests of the police department.

And in this event,

I should warn you that our prisons...

...are not exactly what I would choose for a holiday.

Perhaps you will be good enough to reconsider your position?

Thank you, Mr. Preston.

Good day.

It's insufferable!

- What are you afraid of? - I'm not afraid.

I'm merely concerned for the welfare of the people in my charge.

And that includes you.

That's very kind of you, Stanley,

but I don't really think you need concern yourself on my account.

You see, I did not enter the tomb.

Harry, didn't you take a photograph of the shroud when it was uncovered?

- Yes. - Did you develop it?

Yes, but I haven't run off a print yet.

- Well, could I see the negative? - Well, certainly.

It's in my hotel room. Do you want to see it now?

- Yes, please. - All right.

Oh, there you are.

- Would you make a print, Harry? - Yes, certainly.

I want to examine the hieroglyphics in detail.

I have a feeling the shroud...

...may hold the key to Sir Basil's murder.

Claire, when we first saw the shroud,

Sir Basil asked you to decipher the hieroglyphics, didn't he?

Yes.

And you said they referred to the spirit of the tomb...

...and the sacred words of life and death,

but that to repeat them might be dangerous.

Do you still think so?

Yes, they seem to imbue whoever uttered them...

...with some strange, mystical power.

I had the feeling that... if I spoke the words,

I would be animating some horrible thing...

...that might be uncontrollable.

- To bring something to life? - Yes, and also to destroy.

At this state, I...

...think we ought to remind ourselves we're living in the 20th century.

- On the other hand... - Yes?

Last night, just as I was packing up, I looked through the window.

I thought it was my imagination and at the time, I dismissed it.

- But now I wonder... - Go on.

I thought I saw the huge shadow of a man walking in the alleyway.

And if my imagination wasn't playing me a trick...

What's the latest news on the murder, Mr. Longbarrow?

Sorry, I've nothing to say.

Was Mr. Newton present for the opening of the tomb, Mr. Longbarrow?

Excuse me, I can't answer any questions!

- Has Mr. Preston heard the news? - I'm about to tell him.

Is there a connection between these murders?

Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please! I've been very co-operative with you,

but I cannot speak on Mr. Preston's behalf. You'll have to excuse me.

It is terrible, Mr. Preston. Really terrible, sir.

What is it?

- Poor boy. How dreadful. - We're getting out!

- But the Inspector... - Don't argue! We're getting out!

- In spite of our instructions? - In spite of everything.

You think I'm gonna sit here waiting on some murdering swine to get at me?

Start packing right away.

- Longbarrow! - Sir.

Go down to the shipping office and book the passages.

- Yes, sir. - What about Paul and Claire?

Longbarrow can book for them, too.

Immediately.

- Mr. Preston? - Yes?

- What about me, sir? - What about you?

Are you going to take me with you, sir?

All right, you can book a passage for yourself as well.

Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Preston.

I shall be very glad to leave under the circumstances.

Also, it... will be nice to see the...

...shady lanes, the old country again.

It's been a very long time for me, Mr. Preston.

I... I must thank you for your kindness in taking me.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Longbarrow, get out!

Yes, sir.

Longbarrow! There's no need to come back.

I'll meet you down at the landing stage.

If we are lucky, we can ship out immediately.

Barbara, you tell Paul and the girl. We must all leave here separately.

What about my few... little things, sir?

Oh, I'll send your luggage on after you!

Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Preston.

I told you to start packing.

I'm not going.

Not until I know that Paul and Claire are coming with us.

They can please themselves!

Oh, Mr. Longbarrow!

You must excuse me, Mr. Paul.

I can't wait, I'm on an urgent errand for your father.

What is it?

Strictly between ourselves, sir...

Yes?

We're going back to England. All of us.

I'm so excited, I... I... I can't stop trembling.

But you do understand we must be most discreet about this.

I'm just going to book the passages.

- No, not for me. - Not, sir?

- Don't book a passage for me. - Why not, sir?

Nor for Claire. Do you understand?

Oh, yes, sir.

I thought he'd do something like this.

- I'm gonna have a word with him. - I'll be back in a moment.

- Father, I've just seen Longbarrow. - What about Longbarrow?

I've told him not to book a passage for myself or Claire.

That's your business.

Your mother's staying, too. You're in good company.

I don't believe we're not doing ourselves any good by running away.

What do you mean?

Someone or...

...or something is trying to destroy us.

I believe it will find us wherever we go.

What do you mean by "something"? We're dealing with a maniac.

Once we're out of this country, that's it, we're free.

Do you honestly believe that?

Are you suggesting these murders have something to do with the tomb?

I don't know. Even the police are baffled.

But incredible as it may seem, it's all we've got to work on.

You must be out of your mind. You and your mother.

You're a fine pair, I must say!

Very well, Paul. Do what you like.

My keys, please.

Yes, Mr. Preston. Very good, Mr. Preston.

It's no good. He's still determined to leave.

I think it's too late. I've just seen Inspector Barrani talk to Longbarrow...

...and I think...

Mr. Longbarrow has somewhat reluctantly informed me...

...that members of your party intend to leave.

- Does this include yourselves? - No, Inspector.

Your father perhaps?

Inspector...

One moment, please, Mr. Preston.

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Preston. The police have been asking me...

You remember my instructions, Mr. Preston?

Yes, I remember.

May I have a word with you, Inspector?

- Certainly. - In private, please.

Look, Inspector, with the greatest respect,

don't you think that your insistence on...

...keeping us here may be endangering the lives of us all?

I have not yet come to that conclusion, Mr. Preston.

Two of your party have been murdered.

I see no reason to suppose there will be a third.

Then what's the point in making us stay?

I told you the point yesterday.

If I did not make it clear then,

I see no purpose in repeating it now.

Inspector, before leaving here,

I had every intention of writing out a cheque for,

say, £10,000?

If you will do me the honour of accepting it,

I will hand it to you personally...

...to be paid, at your discretion, of course,

er, to some good cause.

You are very persistent, aren't you, Mr. Preston?

Don't for a moment look on this as a bribe, will you?

I am trying very hard not to.

Think of it merely as a... gesture of goodwill.

Now, what do you say, Inspector?

Mr. Preston, I think you must begin to understand me.

I am not the hospital superintendent.

I must insist on your word...

...that none of you will attempt to leave here until I give you permission.

Do I have your word?

- Very well. - I will accept that.

I shall also want to interview you later today.

Please be good enough to remain in the hotel until I send for you.

- Longbarrow! - Yes, Mr. Preston!

- Damn, damn, damn. - What happened?

I was prevented from leaving by that blasted policeman!

- I'm sorry. - Why do you say that?

I only mean I'm sorry you didn't get your own way.

I know how you suffer when this happens to you.

I'm afraid, you must think I've let you down, Mr. Preston, but...

...really was very difficult. They kept on firing questions at me...

...and I lost my head. I'm...

I'm not very good at subterfuge, Mr. Preston.

I'm beginning to wonder what you ARE good at, Longbarrow.

I'm going to give you one last chance...

...to prove you're not such an idiot as you appear.

Go down to that shipping office and book me one passage, first boat out.

Mr. Preston, we have been told very definitely, this time most adamantly...

I know very well what we've been told! Just do as I say!

If you come back without that booking, you're fired.

Do you want me to go now, sir?

No. How late does the shipping office stay open?

- Until eight o'clock. - Go about 7.30.

It should be dark by then.

If the police are watching the hotel, slip out by the rear entrance.

Yes. It will be... dark by then. I'll...

Yes?

No, Mr. Preston, I'll talk to you later when I get back.

Are you no longer going to take me with you, sir?

No.

Well, I...

I can't pretend that I'm not disappointed,

but I'm sure you know best.

If there... is a ship... first thing in the morning,

they like the passengers to be on board by midnight, sir.

Very well.

Telephone me as soon as you've booked the passage.

Yes, sir.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm sorry. How was I looking at you?

Accusingly.

What is there to accuse you of? Is it your conscience?

No, I wasn't looking at you in any particular way. I was only...

...wondering what it feels like to have bought everything,

except the freedom to come and go as you please...

...and the ability to conquer fear.

Are you trying to frighten me?

I don't have to. And I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

You will be returning to the hotel, Mr. Preston?

Yes, Inspector.

I presume you will wish to take charge...

...of Mr. Newton's personal effects. What remains of them.

- Yes, please. - I will return them to you...

...as soon as I have had the opportunity of examining them.

Inspector, have you any...

I have no more idea than you, Mr. Preston.

No more...

...and perhaps no less.

Where's... Where's my glasses?

Where are they then?

Oh, dear!

Oh, what a... what a... terrible thing to do!

Oh, dear!

I...

Oh, dear.

Oh, my...

I'll get those damn tickets!

I won't forget them.

Certainly not.

Excuse me, I'm...

Help me! Help me, somebody!

Help me!

How long is he going to be?

Sure you won't change your mind?

Quite sure.

Don't worry about me. I'll be all right.

I only hope you'll be able to get to the boat and have a safe journey.

Don't forget you have to be on board by midnight.

I must go.

- If I wait any longer... - I understand.

As soon as I get back, I'll...

...see about getting you out of here.

Yes.

- Well, Barbara... - Goodbye.

You have sufficient money, I think.

Yes.

- Barbara, I... - Yes?

Nothing.

- Do you want a gharry, effendi? - Doesn't seem to be any about.

- Can you get me one? - Oh, yes. My brother, he drives a gharry.

He lives only two minutes from here. I'll get him for you, effendi.

You sit down and wait, effendi.

I have to get to the landing stage. Tell him I'll give him £10 if he hurries.

Oh, I don't think my brother would accept 10.

- He would want £20, effendi. - £20? Daylight robbery!

It is night time. My brother does not like to work at night.

He has three wives who keep him very busy. Did you say £20, effendi?

It can't be more than two miles, the landing stage.

Oh, all right. £5 now,

the rest when he gets me to the boat.

Tell him to hurry. I have to be on board by midnight.

Very good, effendi.

No gharry, effendi.

As a police officer, I can answer only to logic.

But as a man,

I admit to many things which are beyond my comprehension.

Do you mean supernatural things?

Perhaps. Who can tell?

Some people have seen ghosts. So they say.

It has never been proved that there are such things,

yet who can positively deny their existence?

Some people believe in a blessing from a priest or a curse...

...from a witch.

Do you?

Yes.

We in Egypt have known many tragedies,

which have been attributed for want of a logical cause...

...to the curse of the Pharaohs.

It is impossible for me to disbelieve in these things.

There are now four dead people who are beginning to gnaw at my conscience,

and each of them entered the tomb of Kah-to-Bey.

You three are the only ones left alive.

And two of you entered the tomb like the others.

I have no desire to risk your lives. You are free to leave Mezzara.

I will say goodbye.

And may Allah go with you.

And may I advise you as a friend...

...to embark at the earliest possible moment?

Well, Paul?

Running away isn't the answer.

I still believe that.

The sacred words of life and death.

Somewhere...

...there must be a connection between these words...

...and the spirit of the tomb.

There was also the keeper of the tomb, this madman. What was he called?

Hasmid Ali.

Yes, he threatened us.

He warned us what would happen...

...if we disturbed the Prince's resting place.

See, according to Ancient Egyptology, the keeper of the tomb...

...has the power to summon up the great spirit to enact vengeance.

Who is the great spirit?

I think I know. Claire!

Claire!

When she comes back, keep her here! Don't let her out of your sight!

Oh, come in, come in!

Do not be afraid. Come in.

Come.

Sit down, please.

Some terrible things have happened to friends of mine.

I want to know why they've happened...

...and who is responsible.

Can you help me?

Four of your friends...

...have died.

- Yes. - You want to know why?

Yes.

The crystal tells me...

...they have desecrated the tomb...

...of Kah-to-Bey.

- You wish to know more? - Yes.

There are two other people.

You are one of them.

I entered the tomb.

I see in the crystal...

Yes, tell me.

It is too horrible.

You mean I'm going to die?

In a few minutes from now!

If you listen to me, I may be able to...

...save you.

But sit down first.

Those are the sacred words of death.

The ones you were afraid to utter.

How can these words have had such power...

...over the spirit of the tomb?

Go to the restoration house and you will find the answer.

But first,

you will confront the mummy of the slave Prem.

You will ask his forgiveness for what you have done.

You will say to him...

"O noble Prem, sacred spirit of the tomb,

I pray your forgiveness...

...for my transgressions against Kah-to-Bey...

...and the desecration of his resting place,

of which...

...I am profoundly guilty."

Now say it...

...in the language of the Pharaohs.

Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!

Claire! The words of death, say them!

Say them! For God's sake, say them!

Only he who holds the shroud has the power to destroy!

Quick! Take it!

Now, say the words!