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NARRATOR: Every great event
creates its own legends.

There are many stories told of
the discovery of King
Tutankhamun's tomb,

the most amazing and valuable
archeological treasure
ever found.

This is one of those stories.

Not much to show for six
years' work, eh, Daoud?

What will you do, Carter?

I don't know.

Teach in some school
somewhere, I suppose.

What's this?

CARTER: Where's this from?

Over there.

Show me.

Is there something special?

CARTER: It's the sign of the
royal necropolis.

CARTER: Something here.

DAOUD: Gold!

CARTER: Yes, it's gold.

It's the seal of Tutankhamun.

The writing, can you make
it out?

CARTER: "Death will come
swiftly to those who disturb

"the eternal sleep of the
king."

A curse!

I don't believe in curses,
Daoud.

But I believe in the
medallion.

It means we're close.

It means we're nearly there.

I'm gonna telegraph Lord
Carnarvon,

tell him I'm on my way

immediately.

Close the site down

and keep it guarded!

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

MEDIUM: I can see...

...a dark tomb.

I can breathe the air
within...

NARRATOR: In October, 1922, a
seance was held at Highclere
Castle

before a distinguished
gathering.

Present were George, Earl of
Carnarvon and Lord of
Highclere Castle,

his wife, Lady Almina,

and their daughter, Evelyn.

Spirit...

Reach out to us.

Come to us. If you are here
give us a sign.

Why on earth did you
invite her?

One doesn't invite the
Princess. She simply descends.

(CARNARVON GROANING)

Reach out to us. Come to us.

If you are here give us
a sign.

(MOANING)

(SIGHING)

(VOICE CHANGES)
Why do you disturb me?

MEDIUM: My life is now so
peaceful and so beautiful.

I am become one with Osiris
and with Ra,

the great god of the sun.

Death is not an end but a
welcome beginning.

But perhaps this house will
soon know.

-Perhaps?
-Let not the master of this
house

return again to my land.

(BANGING)

-(WIND BLOWING)
-(DOG BARKING)

(DOG BARKING)

Quiet, Genius!

It's alright, my dear.
It's alright.

-Lady Evelyn.
-You do remember!

Well, of course. It's only
been, what, six years?

11. I was away at school last
time you were here.

Ah.

Mother and I were delighted
when your telegram came.

The question is: how your
father took it.

Carter. Welcome back.

Lord Carnarvon.

Now, if I may drag you
away from my daughter...

(LAUGHING)
Only with difficulty, sir.

I'm sorry, Carter, but six
years is too long.

Look at this, will you?

It's the seal of the
necropolis.

You've found similar things
in the valley before.

But never alongside this.

CARNARVON: Tomb robbers?

Probably. Caught in the act,
dropped it on the way out.

Where exactly did you
find this?

Very near the tomb of
Ramesses VI.

Exactly where it ought to be.
In the Valley of the Kings.

It changes nothing.

It changes everything. Now we
know where to concentrate our
efforts.

You're obsessed, aren't you?

With finding Tutankhamun's
tomb, I admit it.

After all the years I've spent
working at Luxor and in the
Valley of the Kings

I know it's there somewhere
and now I've almost
pin-pointed it.

-Even so...
-Every king for generations,

from Tuthmosis I to
Ahmosis,

was entombed in that area,
close to ancient Thebes.

And we know that Tutankhamun
restored Thebes as the
royal capital.

I've subsidized that pet
theory of yours for six years.

Six years of expectation, six
years of disappointment!

And all that sand you've
dug up...

200,000 tons, they tell me.

And 20,000 pounds of mine.

(FOOTSTEPS)

(GLASS BREAKING)

What was that?

Was that in the library?

-I don't see anyone.
-Call the police!

BUTLER: Yes, my Lord.

-LADY ALMINA: Burglar, George?
-It certainly looks like it,
my dear.

The only thing missing seems
to be the Davis papyrus.

-The one I gave you last...
-Yes.

Valuable?

An unidentified piece of
papyrus. An inventory of
some kind.

Theodore Davis found it in
Luxor some years ago.

18th dynasty. Or so the dealer
said.

There are many things in this
room worth far more than that.

CARNARVON: Very mystifying.

Very mystifying, Carter.

Daoud!

Carter!

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

We had no word!

Do we still work or is it all
finished?

It was all finished.

We start again tomorrow!

(LAUGHING)

I did not steal it!

Somebody gave it to you then,
some kind person.

-I dug it up!
-You stole it from tourist
lady!

From the ground, in the
valley!

-Let me see.
-Boy stole it.

No, let me see, let me see.

You dug this up, you say?

-I did, I swear...
-Wait a minute!

It's cheap copy.

That's no copy!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop, will you?

Come back, we not going to
hurt you!

That thing is worth money!

Come back, come back!

Stop!

Gotcha! Now calm down, calm
down, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Calm down.

Promise.

Now let me see. Let me see.

You hold on to this. It may
pay for your education
some day.

CARTER: What's your name?

-Why do you want to know?
-What's your name?

Mohammed Abdul Hassan Ali
Kamar.

CARTER: To long. We'll call
you Fishbait.

-No Parents?
-My father, he's the owner of
a bank.

And my mother, a beautiful
lady from London.

And they lost you when you
were a baby and you've been
unhappy ever since.

-How do you know?
-Same story. I've been telling
it for years.

He's a born archeologist, I
think we could use him.

You want me to work for you?

Not as number one man.

Maybe we need a water boy.

When do I start?

Now. Come on.

I want you to show me where
you found it.

GIOVANNA: Have you considered
my proposition?

You'll notice one or two
additions.

The Van Dyck up there. The
Guinoreni.

I have the papyrus.

You have a torn half of
a papyrus.

Lord Carnarvon has the
other half.

I was able to retrieve it.

As soon as I had the second
piece in my possession I knew
my instinct was right.

See. Can you understand the
signs?

The meaning?

GIOVANNA: It is an inventory
of precious objects.

Hundreds and hundreds of them.

Can you imagine the fantastic
treasure that awaits anyone

who opens up Tutankhamun's
tomb?

And it can be obtained so
easily.

By mounting an exhausting
expedition in the heat of the
desert?

No, thank you.

But the work is already being
done

by Howard Carter.

He has been searching the
valley systematically for six
years.

And now there is a strong
rumor in Luxor that Carter is
on a verge

of a big discovery. It must be
the tomb of Tutankhamun.

You seriously wish to pass
this information on to me?

I need your help.

I cannot procure the treasure
on my own.

But you, with your knowledge
of how to influence
authority...

You forget how much I learned
of your dealings when I was
living here.

-All confidential.
-And it will remain
confidential.

I have never felt vindictive
towards you.

Thank you.

However,

if I felt you were treating
this opportunity to...how do
you say...

...kiss and make up?

With contempt...

If I thought you had
finished with me...

(CHUCKLING)

Dear Giovanna.

Think of it, Jonash.

A treasure utterly unique.

More valuable than anything
you have yet possessed.

This treasure is for you.

I wish you had not threatened
me.

(GIOVANNA GASPING)

His face.

The sun god of richest gold
and precious gems.

Take care of the senora.

SERVANT: Yes, excellency.

And pack carefully.

-We leave tonight.
-SERVANT: What clothes,
excellency?

When in Egypt...

It can't be here.

It's too close to the other
tomb.

We'll cover the area anyway,

inch by inch.

Let's hope we find something
before the tourist season.

This is where Fishbait found
that little statue.

Where's the tomb?

Perhaps if we can't find it,
it's because no one has ever
found it before.

I doubt it.

Too many vandals over too many
centuries.

It is possible.

We find the tomb sealed?

My friend, anything is
possible.

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTING)

It's no use.

CARTER: Any mail come in this
week?

Thanks.

Mr. Carter.

-Ah! Miss, uh...
-Morrisey.

Sarah Morrisey.

The lady scribbler.

And I have plenty of
questions.

Well, I have no time now.

Well, then I'll ask you
only one.

What about the curse?

Look.

If you want to go around
picking up odds and ends of
gossip, do so.

But don't expect any help from
me. I've got work to do.

Lady killer.

DAOUD: Fishbait!

Fishbait!

-What are you doing?
-I dig.

No, you carry water.

But no one is thirsty!

(SHOUTING ARABIC)

(SHOUTING)

Well, they're certainly steps

to something.

NARRATOR: For the next few
weeks, work continued
furiously, 24 hours a day.

There were obstacles of all
kinds,

but the accumulated rubble of
3000 years was slowly and
patiently uncovered.

There you are, Fishbait.

CARTER: His seal.

Tutankhamun.

We found it.

-Tutankhamun's tomb.
-Yes!

-(LAUGHING)
-(SHOUTING)

-We found it!
-(SHOUTING)

NARRATOR: As the news spread
around the world that an
ancient royal tomb was to be

uncovered, sensation-seeking
journalists,

selfish collectors, thieves
and vultures gathered in
great numbers

in the Valley of the Kings.

The seduction promise of
treasure hid the more subtle
certainty of coming tragedy.

Ah, yes. "Congratulations and
hope you can join us here
soon. Carter."

Ah.

Just send him a telegram
saying, "Bravo."

What do you mean? And not go?

George. You've led a very full
and adventurous life.

Isn't it about time you
settled for a little comfort
in your own home?

And you away all the time?

We made our arrangements a
long time ago.

All the same, I am concerned
for your welfare.

Thank you.

LADY ALMINA: Evelyn.

We've just had a telegram
from Carter.

I know. Isn't it wonderful?
I knew he'd find it.

You're going, of course?

Of course! What the Carnarvons
start they usually finish.

I shall not be going with you.

But I shall. I have no plans,
I can look after him.

Are you sure it's your father
you want to look after?

May I go?

Oh, I suppose so.

Not on my account.
(CHUCKLING)

I'll start a packing list.

Excuse me.

George,

about that warning of the
Princess'...

That seance.

Well, I know you don't believe
in that sort of thing...

No, I don't.

But, but the voice...

-The doors.
-Just tricks.

How she arranged it all I
don't know.

Devilish clever of her.

Anyway, whatever happens,
I'm going to Egypt.

If that's your decision.

Oh!

Oh. A thorn?

LADY ALMINA: How odd.

It's one of our prize winners.

It's not supposed to have any
thorns.

Are you dining alone, sir?

Not quite.

Jonash Sabastian.

What are you doing back
in Egypt?

I have no treasures to sell.

I do confess to some concern

over the eventual fate of
whatever it is you're about
to find.

Such great artifacts,

the pride of Egypt's heritage,
should not, shall we say,
end up

possessed by the wrong
people.

You're not interested in
Egypt's heritage.

You simply want to possess
anything unique.

Only if it's a thing of
beauty.

The moment an agreement is
concluded between us

there will be placed at your
disposal more money

than you could hope to
spend in your lifetime.

You're wasting your breath.

I'd say you underrate me,
Mr. Carter.

Wouldn't you find it
regrettable

if some unpleasant incident
necessitated you being asked
to leave Egypt

with you work unfinished?

That's unlikely.

Only too likely, Mr. Carter.

If, however,

you and I were to have an
agreement...

I'll tell you plainly,
Sabastian,

neither you nor anyone
like you

is going to get his hands on
anything we find.

Lord Carnarvon, Lady Evelyn.

Congratulations, Carter! I
can't tell you how proud I am
for you.

Thank you sir. I knew you'd
want us to wait till got here
before we opened the tomb.

Delighted you should want me
to share in, what was your
expression?

The ecstasy of discovery.

Of course, I can't tell
exactly what we'll find.

No, no, no, indeed.

That woman. What the devil's
she doing here?

I'm spending the winter in
Egypt for my health, my Lord.

It would have been better for
yours if you had stayed in
England.

Time we went upstairs,
my dear.

-You'll come and see us soon.
-Yes, of course.

Your Lordship. About the
curse...

Absolute poppycock.

I'm sure Mr. Carter will
answer all your questions.

Come on, my dear.

Only serious questions, none
of that ridiculous curse
stuff.

What do you expect to find
when you open the tomb?

Perhaps nothing at all.

It's quite possible it was
emptied by tomb robbers
centuries ago.

-Sir...
-Ah, Miss Morrisey.

Assuming that the tomb hasn't
been plundered

and contains objects of great
value, what exactly do you get
out of it?

How do you mean?

I mean Lord Carnarvon will
receive most of the credit,

the museums will get most of
the artifacts

and you'll come out with a
few thousand dollars.

Pounds.

Is that enough after six years
of your life?

Yes.

Why?

I'll tell you.

When I was very young I came
here dreaming of buried
treasure.

I worked with the best.

I began to see the work
as something else,

not just digging in sand for
priceless artifacts

but the gradual piecing
together of 4,000 years of

human experience,
civilization,

long before the Greeks,
the Romans, or Christ.

Knowledge,

that's what I shall
get out of it.

Does that satisfy you?

Only for the moment,

-Mr. um...
-Carter.

-Howard Carter.
-Thank you, Mr. Carter.

Lord Carnarvon,
congratulations, sir.

Thank you, indeed.

That man, I've seen him
before. Do I know him?

Jonash Sabastien,

the great collector.

Collector, hm...

What's he doing here?

Observing, Lord Carnarvon,

merely observing.

Come on, my dear.

The air that was breathed by
priests and slaves

3,000 years ago.

A curse!

Can you see anything?

Yes,

wonderful things,

wonderful.

You have a look.

Ladies and gentlemen, it looks
as if we've discovered,

for all practical purposes,

an unplundered,

royal

tomb.

In other words,

it's unique.

All the other tombs of the
pharaohs

have been broken into and
robbed at some point in their
history,

but not this one,

the tomb of Tutankhamen.

Inside is another sealed
doorway,

but we will not proceed until
we record every item.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

It's the curse!

Mr. Carter is perhaps a little
eccentric,

but he has, over the years,
proved himself to be a truly
fine archeologist.

Motivated by greed, Mr. Nahas?

If that were his motive

my minister would never have
approved his excavation.

I do not understand you.

You wish a man success who
cares nothing for the lives
and safety

of the Egyptian workers.

I hear one of them was killed
only the other day.

An accident.

I have a full report.

I am satisfied that
Mr. Carter's work is being
conducted quite properly.

If...

...he misbehaved in some way,
his concession

could be transferred to
another,

someone more interested in the
welfare of your people.

I cannot discuss such
a possibility.

No, of course not.

My, my, my,

the rules of government
service.

I imagine, Mr. Nahas, the
financial incentive for such
loyalty

is, alas, pathetically small.

I shall be staying for a few
days

observing Mr. Carter and
his work.

I do hope, dear friend, that
we have another opportunity to
meet.

LORD CARNARVON: When we
found the tomb,

it was in considerable
disarray.

It was strewn with rock
soon after it had been sealed
up.

Now, Mr. Carter and his
associates

are cataloging every item
found in the tomb.

Now when this is completed,

they will then break through
that sealed door

into the chamber,

where we have every reason
to believe

that the remains of King
Tutankhamen still lies.

May I have your attention,
please!

-Lord Carnarvon...
-Madame.

...the entire world

is forever indebted to your
lordship

for your selfless dedication

to the cause of knowledge.

How you ever managed to
find this tomb amazes us all.

Thank you, Madame, but it is
entirely Mr. Carter who is
responsible for this...

Ah, Mr. Cartman, your
assistant, yeah.

The ladies of our society

have made me promise to ask
you something very important:

is this place really cursed?

Depends on which curse
you mean.

We suffer from all kinds.

That's the way out.

That woman was the guest of
the Egyptian government

and you were unforgivably
rude.

That woman took her parasol
and pounded it like a gavel on
a 3,000-year-old work of art!

The Egyptians want to
encourage visitors and we
desperately need their help.

All these tours and the rest
of the rigamarole they put us
through,

it's just something we have
to tolerate.

I shield you from the press,
heaven knows.

You shield me, yes. You keep
me right out of sight.

Ask anyone who discovered
King Tut's tomb.

What's the answer?

Whose name do they hear
about, read about, talk about?

Lord Carnarvon.

You don't even need it.

You don't even...

Sorry,

must be very tired.

All that will change, Carter.

I'll see that you get your
full share of the credit
from now on.

Please, there is no need, sir.

I have more than enough men
to guard the tomb.

I've ordered a steel gate from
Cairo. Until it arrives, I'm
sleeping in the tomb

with a loaded pistol under
my pillow.

Perhaps you'd better spread
the word.

Inside, sir?

You are sleeping inside the
tomb?

You're not another believer in
spooks, are you, Lieutenant?

The only thing to fear in
there is bad air or
suffocation.

In case of which...

Air goes bad, canary cheeps.

You see, well protected.

Nothing can happen to us.

You are sleeping up at the
house in your own bed.

-No Carter, effendi.
-Yes Carter, effendi.

That's final.

Who are you?

My name is Hasan.

-So?
-I wish to be your new number
one.

Really?

You surprise me.

I didn't expect a volunteer
after the way Daoud died.

I'm no believer of ancient
curses.

Have you worked on a dig
before?

For Professor Macrow in
the western desert.

I have his letter, effendi.

You come well recommended.

And I wish to work for you,
Mr. Carter.

All right.

-See you in the morning,
Hasan.
- Effendi.

Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Lieutenant.

(SOMETHING FALLING OVER)

Fishbait.

How did you get in here?

Walked in. Can I stay now,
effendi?

Yes.

He was impressed.

Of course he was.

I start tomorrow.

Hasan,

how long have you and I
been associated?

17 glorious years, excellency.

Here's to your next 17
glorious years.

Fishbait! Come over here!

Did you call Mr. Carter?

I thought I heard you
shouting.

-What you heard was the
earthquake.
-Earthquake, Mr. Carter?

Yes.

A few seconds ago.

Out.

No, Carter, I want to stay
with you!

No, Carter, I want to stay
with you!

Howard!

-Howard!
-Lady Evelyn, hello.

-You're all right!
-All right?

We heard a terrible story
about an earthquake.

Oh, just a tremor.

Oh.

I was so worried.

If anything should happen
to you...

You were really worried?

Howard, you're very special.

I was madly in love with you
when I was 12.

Well I hope you recovered.

You're such a dry old stick
when you want to be.

Oh, I'll try to be more
entertaining.

Let me show you the golden
statuette of the kind we
discovered this morning.

That would be lovely,
thank you.

But he's a wonderful man.

That's a good reason for
admiring him,

-but not for...
-...for loving him.

The man lives for his work
and his work alone.
He's dedicated to that.

He may possess a woman when
he feels in the mood but

no woman will ever possess
him.

I don't agree.

Can you imagine spending the
rest of your young life out
here in the desert

watching him sift sand and
make up archeological lists?

Oh, papa.

Evelyn, I think it would be
better if you were to leave.

Leave? Leave Luxor?

You were here for the opening
of the tomb.

There's nothing much going
to go on here for the next few
weeks.

You don't like the climate
anyway, you said so yourself.

I shan't change my mind.

But you'll go?

-If you wish.
-I do.

Very well, father.

What will you do?

I shall stay here, if for
nothing else to

keep those damned reporters
away from Carter.

Carter,

always Carter,

never Howard.

That's how I'll always think
of him.

He's a remarkable fellow,
I agree with you.

But you'll be glad to get
home, won't you?

If you say so.

Good afternoon.

Evelyn.

I have to catch a train. I'm
afraid I haven't much time.

A train?

...to Alexandria.

I'm being sent home,

packed off like a school girl.

-Things here have scarcely
begun!
-Exactly.

That's what my father's
afraid of.

Oh Howard,

I'm so unhappy.

Why?

Because...

I'm sorry.

Please forget this.

It should never have happened.

How could he?

Good evening.

Ah, Miss Morrissey,

scarcely recognized you
without your scribbling pad.

Oh! I'm off duty.

May I join you?

Please yourself.

I hope his lordship has given
you all the information you
need on his discovery.

You are very bitter.

And you're very cool.

I hear Lady Evelyn has
left Luxor.

Yes.

His lordship's sent her back.

She was becoming too friendly
with the chief hired digger.

All your fault?

Just a bad case of hero
worship. She'll get over it.

And you?

I do as I'm told

by his lordship.

None of these people give a
fig for what we're doing,
anyway.

Do you?

You don't care, do you?

Maybe I should tell them

what we've been doing.

Maybe I should tell them.

Yes, that's what I'll do.

I'll tell them.

I'll tell you all!

For this!

Just this!

I and a few other people who

care about the truth and
greatness

of Egypt's past dynasties,

have spent our precious lives

slaving

day after day

in the heat of the sun

shifting hundreds and hundreds
of tons of sand,

carefully, so as not to
disturb a single relic.

And what is it really?

Huh? What is it?

It's just a lump of clay.

And what would happen,

what would be lost

if I dropped it?

Huh?

Nothing of value, really.

You idiots!

It was only a fake? You think
I'd smash a real artifact?

I only did it to shock you!

When I think of those great
treasures at the mercy of
a drunkard

who makes such an exhibition
of himself in public...

Reprehensible as his conduct
undoubtedly was, excellency,

there's really no reason for
the Department of Antiquities
to take any action.

A great pity.

Lord Carnarvon is much
too powerful.

I'm sure it will take a much
worst incident for his group
to become

persona non grata.

By then their

carelessness and greed
will have caused

irreparable harm.

Well, the man I sent to
observe the dig

gives me the most favorable
reports

of Carter's examination
methods.

Who's to say the reason

for such reports.

I will ignore that suggestion,
Mr. Sabastien.

Bribery is quite unthinkable
in this context.

I think you mistake my
meaning, Ahmed Nahas.

In my experience, corruption
only leads to further
corruption.

I was speaking of gratitude.

I have never been described
as ungrateful.

Keep me informed of Carter's
behavior if you wish.

Let me know of any deviations.

Egypt has far too much to
lose to be caught off guard.

Indeed it has.

I see it coming, effendi.
Up there!

Flying machine!

Watch it land, Fishbait.
Go over there.

You still haven't
convinced me, Carter.

This is, undoubtedly, the most
expensive way of transporting
the artifacts.

I still don't believe it's
necessary.

It's the only way to get them
to Cairo safely.

All the treasures found in
this valley were conveyed by
porter or railway

to the Nile

and then by steamer,

without any ill effects
whatsoever.

No other treasures have
attracted so much attention.

It would be asking for trouble
to transport them
any other way.

The machine, it comes down!

You'll have to trust
my judgment.

In the light of your recent
behavior, Carter,

I wonder...

Grimly looking thing!

Perfectly safe,
Lord Carnarvon.

You're sure she can bare the
load?

Up to half a ton.

Does the Egyptian government
know all about this?

They approved.

We'll start shipping the
contents of the anti-chamber

as soon as they send us down
an official to accompany it
to Cairo.

You think of everything,
don't you?

I'm doing my job.

That's what you pay me for.

Hasan, look to the pilot.
Help him make the
plane secure.

Effendi, the machine is dead.

Fishbait, come on.

Come on, Fishbait.

It'll take weeks to crate
all this.

Well, considering how long
they've been in existence,
that's the wink of an eye.

The least we can do is take
proper care.

Give Jackson a hand, will you?

Do you think King Tutankhamen
would approve?

Miss Morrissey,

I'm surprised you're
still here.

So is my editor.

I'm sorry. It's a slow
business.

And not exactly hot news,
either.

Why not talk to his lordship?
He's usually good for
a printable quote.

I did.

He told me Mr. Murton at
The Times now has exclusive
rights.

So you're left with me.

Depending on whether you
throw me out, too.

Stay if you like.

Thank you.

Well, I see you've cleaned up
a bit.

Did you ever figure out why
it was such a mess in here?

The tomb must have been
broken into shortly after it
was sealed.

But they left most of the
valuable objects buried.

Perhaps they were only after
easily portable things:

jewelry,

jars of precious oils...

Could they have been
caught in the act?

Perhaps, or...

...or been frightened away.

Of course. The curse.

Ready, Howard.

Coming.

What is it?

The shrine.

This must be
the burial chamber.

Is the mummy inside?

Bolts may be a problem.
I can try.

Have you ever had the feeling
that everything in your life
was predestined,

as if some hand

were pushing ever so gently
from behind.

Is that why I met you, Carter?

Or why I took up with
archeology?

We stand here today

in the tomb of
King Tutankhamen.

I feel his presence.

He's here,

just as surely as you or I.

Don't miss this, Harry.

Dead comes on swift wings

to those who

disturb the Pharaoh's tomb.

Forget about that
ridiculous curse.

Egyptian priests certainly
earned their funeral fees.

To open it we'll have to
dismantle the shrine.

-Here.
-Hm?

Your cheek.

Thank you.

Lord and Lady Oxbridge.

Sir Antony Kingaby and
Miss Kingaby.

You are ill, Papa. You should
have sent for me earlier.

I'm perfectly fit, thank you.

I take it your mother is still
enjoying her cruise.

I got a postcard from her the
other day from Rhodes.

Why don't you telegraph her
to come here?

I don't need her fussing
over me as well.

Perhaps we should wait
at least until it stops
bleeding.

I nicked myself shaving
is all.

Papa, let's not go.

-Don't be silly.
-But you don't look at all
well. Do come back upstairs.

Stop tacking over me.

The Earl of Carnarvon and
Lady Evelyn Herbert.

Papa!

He was warned.

(HOWLS)

How could he be dying?
I saw him just two days ago.
He seemed all right to me.

There's some kind of
insect bite on his left cheek.

Appears to have become
infected.

-Insect bite?
-Excuse me.

This is dreadful.

-I wish I'd been told sooner.
-He wouldn't let me send for
you.

He thought you wouldn't come.

-How could he?
-All this.

All your work had become
his life.

And now...

You better come in now.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(VOICE WHISPERING)
Why, Why, Why did you
disturb me?

My life was so peaceful
and so beautiful.

Why did you disturb me?

I warned you not to return
to my land.

Now you've toyed me
to become

...and Ra the great God of the
sun

Death is not an end

but a welcome beginning.

As you will soon know.

Davy. Davy.

Davy.

Davy.

At the very moment Lord
Carnarvon gasped his
hallucinated way into death

all of Cairo's lights went
out.

Six separate power plants.

As if to herald further
disasters yet to come.

In England, on the very
same night, his dog Janus,
collapsed and died.

He was warned.

He chose to ignore that
warning.

Do you really believe that a
curse made over 3,000
years ago

could kill a man today?

My dear, I don't believe.

I know.

There are some things one
know in the very depths
of ones being.

What about the others?

-Mr. Carter.
-Mr. Carter?

He too is doomed.

I told the men...

-we'll close down the dig,
at least for a time.
-No, Howard.

You must carry on.
He would've wanted that.

-Are you serious?
-I think I knew him well
enough to be sure of that.

I wish I'd known him better.

Difficult, under the
circumstances.

And you, what will you do?

I'll take his body back to
Highclere.

But then, you'll return to
Egypt?

I'm not sure.

One thing at least: the funds
for the dig will go on.

-I give you my word on that.
-Thank you.

But you haven't answered
my question.

Will you be coming back?

I don't think so.

At one time I thought all
sorts of things would be
possible.

But you live only for the
past, out here.

I see no future for us.

(CARTER): Lift.
Very slow.

Lift.

Lift.
Careful.

(COLLINS): It's magnificent.

(CARTER): A pity he
didn't live to see it.

(COLLINS): Yes, I've heard of
men dying in strange ways
but an insect bit.

According to the doctor, it
became enflamed and fever
set in.

-Still it makes you wonder.
-Lord Carnarvon's death
was an untimely tragedy.

Nothing more.

It's stuffy in here.

(BIRD CHIRPING)

Fishbait!

I told you this door must
always be left open.

One corpse is all I intend to
take out of this tomb.

Sorry, effendi ,
it won't happen again.

It'll never happen again.
There will never be another
find like it.

That's why I feel
incredibly...

What's the word?

Not lucky.

Chosen...

to be here,
to have a part in it all.

I know. I feel it too.

Not chosen.

But lucky to have met you.

-Don't be silly. There's
nothing special about me.
-I think there is.

I think under that prickly
surface,

you are very
warm-hearted.

And tender.

And...

(DOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

I've got a lot of new
stuff to show you.

Come on.

Careful.

(SNAPS FINGERS)
Damn!

-What?
-The other key, it's up
at the house.

It's not locked.

The air is foul.

Fishbait?

Fishbait!

Oh my God.

What happened?

He must have suffocated.

Oh.

He was guarding that tomb
because that's what I
always do.

Of all the reason for a
child to die: emulating me.

Now stop it.
Blame the guard,
the dig.

The curse.

But don't blame yourself.

(HORN HONKS)

I'm sorry to disturb you sir,
at home.

But it's Hasan. He has the men
loading crates onto the
airplane.

-What?
-He says he's following
your orders.

I gave no such order.
What the hell does he think
he's doing?

We'll find out.

I heard your message.
I ordered a temporary closure
of the tomb.

I understand that the airplane
is about to leave.

-But the official clearances
haven't been arranged.
-Of course not.

That aircraft is not going to
go anywhere near Cairo.

Hasan is using it to transport
artifacts of enormous value
out of the country.

-Stealing! And Carter's
behind it all.
-Hasan is his man.

Or course, Mr. Carter will
deny all knowledge but...

There must be some other
explanation. I'll come with
you to the airstrip.

Carter.

Engine!

You treat your lot.
Get out of here!

Ahmed, the propeller!

Contact.

We've got to try and stop him,
somehow.

Out! Get down!

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Make it level.

I can't. It's been sabotaged.

Ahh!

-Oh my God!
-Extraordinary!

Carter must be out of his
mind.

He is clearly not a man
to be entrusted with valuable
relics.

I will telephone my minister
for instructions.

Come on. There's nothing
we can do.

No one could have survived
that.

We better get back to the
tomb and see what's missing.

-Isn't that Sebastian?
-(CARTER): With Nahas.

Do they know something
we don't?

Do you have any idea
which objects are missing?

They were all from the outer
chamber.
Valuable, God knows.

But there is more important
stuff that hasn't been crated
yet.

If Hasan had waited a while,
he could have taken things
worth a great deal more.

-He must have known that.
-He most certainly did.

Maybe money wasn't the object.

Maybe he wanted you held
responsible and removed from
the dig by the government.

-How could that help him?
-Not him, Sebastian.

Suppose Sebastian was behind
it all.

Go back a little. That relic
that was stolen in London,
the Davis Papyrus.

What exactly did it contain?

-It was an inventory of
some kind.
-Of what? Items in the tomb.

-Could be.
-Then I'll make some more
suppositions.

Davis, not Davy

Davis Papyrus. Now that was
what Lord Carnarvon was trying
to say before he died.

What if Sebastian obtained
that Papyrus?

And deciphered it and learned
there was something special

in that tomb worth far more
that anything you've found.

-We've uncovered everything.
-Accept the coffins
themselves.

-Well?
-We'll soon find out.

Before Sebastian and Nahas
stop us.

I'm sorry Mr. Carter. I've
just has strict orders from
Mr. Nahas himself.

-No one is to enter the tomb.
-That can't mean us, surely.

-What about the others?
-They are getting ready to
leave, sir.

The orders were very clear:
no one.

There has been a theft. We
have to check what's
missing.

-I understand, sir but orders.
-We'll lock the gate behind
us. No one will follow.

-I don't know, sir.
-Come on. Do you think
we're tomb robbers?

-No, certainly not, madame.
-Well then.

Very well.
Only five minutes, eh.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Happy now. It's locked.

Thanks Your Excellence.
I'll draw up the necessary
paperwork.

Thank you.
Goodbye.

He has agreed.

All work on the tomb is to
stop until the matter of the
aircraft has been explained.

Good. May I suggest we inform
Mr. Carter.

(CARTER): Guide it.

Down on the left.

(COLLINS): It's fantastic.

(CARTER): Incredible.

Completely untouched.

What Sebastian is after
is inside, but it can't just
be the mummy itself.

-The lid's been sealed tight.
-We'll destroy it if we force
it open.

We'll destroy nothing.

We'll drill pegs in the side
to take the weight and use
pulleys to lift it off.

What about Sebastian?

Jackson, cut a hole in the
door just large enough to
allow us to breath.

-And then shut it and lock it.
-I'll keep a look out.

You mark it.

And we'll drill.

Quick as we can.
We haven't much time.

It's solid gold.

Much heavier than I thought.

It'll weigh a ton.

(NAHAS)
We know Mr. Carter is inside.
He must be evicted at once.

-Someone is coming.
-Who is it?

-Sebastian and Nahas.
-Damn.

Mr. Carter

-Mr. Carter, bring the key up
here at once.
-Ignore them.

I have an order from my
minister to stop all your
work.

Get the door closed.

-Break the lock.
-If I may make a suggestion

The light inside is
powered by a generator.

The generator is out there.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Heave.

And again.
Heave.

(GRUNTING)

Better go back.

Try again.

Together.
Heave.

My god, the lights.
What's happening?

Someone has cut the
generator. Sarah, take these
and light a lamp.

Once more.
Together.

Heave.

Relax.

One more go.

Heave.

It's coming.

-Ah!
-Collins!

You're hurt.

Heave.

It's nearly free.

Watch out behind you
Mason.

-Do you need help, Mason?
-Ah! My arm.

-Are you all right, Mason?
-Yes.

Take a string.

And heave.
And again. Heave.

(BOOM)

Be careful. I think the
seal is breaking.
Heave.

Again.

Slowly up.

To have created something
as exquisite as this.

And then to have buried it
as an eternal gift.

And the rest of the world
can hardly set aside
its clubs and flint axes.

The sun God of richest
gold.

So this is what you
learned from that
Papyrus.

That there was a death mask.

It is more beautiful than
anyone could have dreamed.

(NARRATOR): Jonash
Sebastian could never possess
the mask of Tutankhamen.

By exposing it to the world,
Howard Carter ensured

that no one person would ever
own this fabulous golden
treasure.

Under the mask, the mummy of
the boy king was intact.

And when it was unwrapped,

a small spot was found on the
left cheek.

A wound that could have
resulted from an insect bite,

exactly like the one on Lord
Carnarvon.

Had Tutankhamen died in
the same way?

Was the curse just a legend,
or a reality?

Fact or fantasy?

We all know the contents of
the tomb proved to be the most
valuable treasure in history.

But what became of the people
who attended its discovery?

Lieutenant Nahaba was killed
by a rock fall.

Around his neck was found a
small medallion from the tomb.

Ahmed Nahas became director
of antiquities at the Sakkara
Museum.

But collapsed and died
suddenly

while cleaning a statue
taken from the burial
chamber.

Princess Vilma failed to
predict the Great Depression,
and died in poverty.

No member of the Carnarvon
family ever returned to
Egypt.

Lady Almina married again
and moved to France,

trying to forget Highclere
and its unhappy memories.

Lady Evelyn fell in love
again, married and lived a
long, contented life.

The murderously inquisitive
Jonash Sebastian

was driven mad by the urge
to possess what he could
never possess,

the mask of Tutankhamen

but lived on for years
in comfort and security.

Sarah Morrissey enjoyed her
moment in the sun with
Howard Carter, then stepped

away and devoted the rest of
her life to the pursuit of
headline stories.

But wherever she traveled
throughout the entire world

She never found another
story like the discovery
of King Tutankhamen's tomb.

And what about Howard
Carter?

He too is doomed.

Doomed?

Howard Carter, the man who
did not believe in curses

was to spend the rest of his
life in the Valley of the
Kings,

alone and obsessed with his
own incredible discovery.

His was a living curse.
Perhaps the deadliest kind.

In that sense, as the princess
predicted

he was indeed doomed.

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