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Mr. Carter!

Sir!

Sir!

Mr. Carter.

There is a door.

On va trouver
un tresor ici. Oh, regarde.

What is this place?

It's nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Please. Please move.
- Get out of my way.

There is a tomb here.
Show us the treasure, please.

Move aside.

Come, we wish to see it.

There is no tomb.
Now get out of my bloody dig.

Please, mister.
Please, sir. Please, come.

Just a quick look. Move away.

Monsieur!

Come on, Selim.

What on Earth possessed you
to strike him?

He assaulted one of my men.

Now, tell me.
Why isn't he here instead of me?

Because an Arab workman
is not a French duke.

Please.

He shouldn't have been there
in the first place, Maspero,

and you know it.
We're trying to do serious work.

We're not
a sideshow for tourists.

Your work relies on the delicate
balance of good will,

which I must maintain.

Here you have French bureaucracy

against British foreign interest

against Egyptian home rule.

The country is a powder barrel
and you sit above it,

flicking matches
at whomsoever displeases you.

Yes, but I don't care because
I'm not a bloody diplomat.

I would
never have said you were.

May I remind you that neither
one of us will ever discover

anything more important

or wonderful than what is
out there in that desert?

If only everyone
felt the same way.

Yes, well, they should.

But they don't.

Personally,
I have some sympathy...

but the Antiquity Service
does not.

They're revoking your license.

What you've heard
is true.

Well, wasn't that
quite the thrill?

There are
an awful lot of beggars.

,
are you quite sure about this?

Well, everyone
has to start somewhere.

All we have to do is to find
some men and start digging.

Come along.

♪ ...jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

- Bravo!
- He's right over there.

Thank you all.

He's not at home tonight.

Of course he's at home,
he lives here.

Mr. Davis does not
buy from peddlers.

Now you just listen to me.

For heaven's sake, Hamid.

Mr. Carter is
an eminent archaeologist.

My apologies, Miss Lewis. Sir.

Thank you.

You all right? You weren't
robbed or something, were you?

What? No. Why?

I didn't realize
there was a do on.

Oh, there's always a do on.

You should stay.

I'm here to see Davis.

But if he's busy--

I'm sure
he's not too busy for you.

Why don't you wait
in the library?

Thank you.

Will you take those
to the library?

Take two trays.

Mm.

Carter. My dear fellow.

Long time no see.

Where have you
been hiding yourself?

Oh, here and there.
I've been doing some research.

What can I do for you?

Well... I bought this
in a coffee hearth in town.

Hmm.

Looks like someone's
stealing from your dig.

Hmm. Not the first time.

Thank you. I'll look into it.

Now, how much
did you pay for it?

Five pounds.

That's six.

Oh, er, finder's fee.

Really, not necessary.
Thank you.

All right!

All right, everybody!

Carter,
you'll have to forgive me.

Timmy's birthday waits
for no man.

- Course.
- And thank you again.

...friendly faces
amongst you all...

Carter.

Good luck.

- Where's Selim?
- He got work.

Not for Davis?

No, didn't you hear?

For the English Lord
on the hills.

He's burrowing
all over the place,

like a jerboa on heat.

Oh. Thanks.

Number seven.

Have you got anything?

No, sir. Nothing here.

Try... over there.
Against the rocks.

Yes, those rocks.

Sir. Perhaps if first
we map out the area...

There's nothing to map,
really, is there?

Number three. What have you got?

No, sir.

Sir Carnarvon.

It's Lord Carnarvon.
You say Lord Carnarvon or sir.

Forgive me. Lord Carnarvon.

May I make a suggestion?

I'm not taking any stolen goods
from you, do you hear me?

But these are not stolen,

- these were found in the desert.
- Good afternoon.

Do any of you chaps
know a man called Carter?

I'm here because of my leg.

The heat relaxes the fibers
or some such.

But I've been going quite crazy
sitting in hotel rooms all day

so I thought I'd try my hand
at archaeology.

And if I turn up a fortune,
so much the better.

Have you ever undertaken

an archaeological
expedition before?

Well, when I was
up at Cambridge,

I took the wallpaper off my set

and there was Tudor paneling
underneath.

That's as near as damn it
to archaeology, isn't it?

No, I've not actually undertaken

an archaeological
expedition before.

And I could certainly
do with some help.

60 digs and
not much to show for it.

60 digs?!

Well, when I say digs,
I mean 60 holes.

And nothing in any of them.

Except yesterday
we turned up trumps.

Found the most astonishing
kind of cat coffin.

You really must see it.

Got a taste for it now,
I suppose.

How did you hurt your leg?

Car crash.

Hmm. I expect you think

I've gone about it
all the wrong way.

Enthusiasm counts
for a great deal, my Lord.

Perhaps we could apply some
scientific methodology as well.

Scientific methodology.
Excellent.

I knew you were
the right chap for the job.

Maspero said
you were a different breed.

Did he?

Yes, what do you think
he meant by that?

I really can't say.

He also said
you were terrible with people...

unless they've been dead
for 1,000 years or more.

- Really?
- So, what do you say?

Could you spare me the time?

I would be most happy.

Mr. Carter!

Ah. Lord Carnarvon,
may I present Miss Lewis

of the Metropolitan Museum
in New York.

Oh, delighted, Miss Lewis.

Please, call me Maggie.

We're a hotbed of democracy,
I'm afraid.

Oh.

The Bush Telegraph says you're
doing rather well for a new boy.

Well, not a bad start,
I suppose.

But the problem
with finding anything at all

is that it whets one's appetite.

I was just asking Mr. Carter...

what one has to do
to find a tomb.

What are you saying?
It's impossible?

I'm saying
we've come late to the feast.

A great tomb, a royal tomb,

a pyramid
or anything of that sort

is like...
a beacon in the desert,

saying, "This is where
the treasure's buried."

Ah.

So... almost every one
of the great tombs was robbed

within a couple of decades
of being sealed.

So rather unwise

for a great king to build
himself a great tomb.

That's why they stopped
building pyramids.

No one since the time
of the pharaohs themselves

has seen an intact royal tomb.

Oh.

Didn't quite realize.

Well, shall we?

I think it's beautiful.

"In the sixth year of the reign
of Khnum Heket Amun Hatshepsut.

May she live forever."

How long ago was that, exactly?

- 3,400 years ago.
- Hmm.

You see, she does live forever.

I want to find more.

Carter.

You laid it on rather thick.

Well, he thinks it's all a lark.

Dig in the sand
and you'll find buried treasure.

Don't you think it's better
he knows the truth?

Well...

I just wonder
if he's cut out for this.

His wife's the one
with the money, you know?

Rothschild and all that.
He just married into it.

The quick and easy route.

And people say he cuts something
of a swath at the gaming tables.

I think that's what you like.
That he's a gambler. Like you.

I've never gambled in my life.

Is that what you think?

Carter.

How long have
you been out here now?

You need to get a proper patron.

Not some flighty aristo

who'll be gone the moment
his gammy leg feels better.

With proper backing,

you could make
a very good career for yourself.

But you have to play the game.

Even if I wanted
to play the game,

would they have me?

Maspero told Carnarvon
that I was a different breed.

That's good. That means a breed
apart, a cut above the rest.

No, it means "not one of us."

Well... you're back
in the Valley, at least.

Does that mean
you'll be taking rooms?

Here? Lord, no. No, no.
I'll stay out at the dig site.

You wouldn't prefer
to be with people?

Sometimes
people just get in the way.

Right. Gently does it.

Oh, wow.

Ah.
Isn't that something?

What have you got?

Not sure.

Take it to Maggie.

So? What sayeth the oracle?

Nebkheperure.

Sorry. Never heard of him.

Er, the workmanship
is outstanding.

He must've been a noble
of some kind.

You know who could tell you
straightaway?

Indeed but he's signed on
with someone else.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Winlock.

Carter doesn't give a damn
about professional rivalry.

All he cares about is the work.

Oh, now I have to slog
all the way up to his cave.

It's all right. I'll take it.

Bribe him with whiskey.
That's what I always do.

Where did you find it?

Winlock found it near
a subterranean room

that we're clearing.

Could've been a storeroom

but I think our money's
on tomb antechamber

but we lost the tomb.

Not much in there
except the usual debris.

This was one of
the better pieces.

It's rather odd. Nebkheperure.

The question is...
what's he doing here?

- You know who he is?
- Yes, of course.

What, you don't?

No one on the dig knows.

We're guessing minor official.

Hmm.

Well... he's a little obscure.
I'll give you that.

And he's not local.

Still, I'm surprised at you
and Winlock for not spotting it.

Nebkheperure is the coronation
name of the pharaoh

that was known afterwards as
Amun-tut-ankh... or Tutankhamun.

Ah, I remember. The Heretic.

Akhenaten was the Heretic.
This is his son.

What's a cup with his name on
doing in our dig?

Well, your guess
is as good as mine.

Amarna was his capital.

Petrie did some work there, actually.

The thing is...
that's 300 miles away.

So how did Tutankhamun's cup
get here?

Now, Evelyn, this is Mr. Carter.

Carter, this is
my daughter Evelyn.

- Nice to meet you, Evelyn.
- How do you do, Mr. Carter?

Mrs. Carter.

No. I'm not
Mrs. Carter. I'm not married.

Really?

Miss Lewis
is a professional lady, Evelyn.

She's married to her work.

And Carter here is, erm...

What is the word I'm
looking for?

Undomesticated?

Mr. Carter is an expert.

So from now on,

please address any questions
on Egyptian history

to Mr. Carter, not to me
and certainly not to Mama.

Carter, a word, if you would.

Evelyn, come sit down.

She's been running us ragged.

Be a good chap and
take her out tomorrow

and give her a bit of a tour.

- Is it very old?
- Yes, of course.

Everything here...

Here we are.

What are they all doing?

Oh, you know.

Journeying onto the next life.
That sort of thing.

What were they like,
the pharaohs?

I'm not sure, really.
They're all dead.

Well... some of them were good.

Kind and wise.

Some of them
were cruel and foolish.

Not all that different
from people nowadays.

I've never seen
anything so beautiful.

I wish there were cats.

- Papa has a cat coffin.
- Yes, he does.

Did you know that cats
were like gods to them?

- Oh?
- Yeah.

They lived in the temples,
they were worshipped.

When Digby died,

Jenkins just buried him
behind the stables.

Yes, well, I bet Jenkins
didn't worship Digby as a god,

now did he?

Papa says
all the tombs were robbed.

- Was this tomb robbed?
- Yes, it was.

- That's such a shame.
- Hmm.

I wish you could find
a royal tomb.

So do I.

Papa says perhaps
they have all been found.

Well, that's what everyone says.

But you don't
believe it, do you?

What makes you say that?

I can tell.

I think you're right.

People lose things all the time

and forget where
they've put them.

So why shouldn't a royal tomb
get lost and forgotten?

Hello.

Remember the tomb that Ayrton
found in year seven...

erm, KB55. You were there.

Erm, 55.

I catalogued it for him.

- Ah.
- It was rather strange.

- The coffin was desecrated...
- Mm-hmm.

...the name was scratched out.

Face removed. Very deliberate.

What's this all about?

It's nothing, really.
It's just...

Winlock's cup.

I thought you solved
that little mystery.

- Tutankhamun, remember?
- Yes, no. Erm...

It's just, why was it here?

I mean, Tutankhamun
was crowned in Amarna.

See? It just doesn't...

Something doesn't quite...

make sense.

You said the coffin
was desecrated.

Yes.

Bye, Maggie.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Professor Petrie?

Just a sec. I'll be right out.

Now, have you brought supplies?

No. It's Howard Carter.

Oh.
I thought you brought supplies.

Hot in there, was it?

I don't mind the heat,
used to it.

It's the bloody bat shit
I take issue with.

Gets in your sinuses and food
doesn't taste right afterwards.

Oh. Hand me those sardines,
would you?

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Mmm. Ah.

That is better.

Now... what can
I do for you, my boy?

Well, erm, I wanted to ask you
about Amarna.

That bloody place. Of course.
Er, let's have a drink.

Perhaps you'd like
to wash first?

Hmm?

Oh, yes.
I suppose you are right.

Ah, very well.
You make yourself comfortable

- and... I'll erm...
- Yes.

Ah!

- Carter?
- Yes.

You see the ethyl alcohol?

Er... yes.

Right. Now rootle around.

You should find
some citric acid.

- Yes, got it.
- Ah. Get a couple of beakers.

Put the citric acid in
at the bottom.

Yes.

And then pour two or three
fingers of the alcohol on top.

You'll like this.

Ah.

There you are.

My God.

Near as damn it... gin and tonic.

So, where is everyone?

What?

Oh, they left. It wasn't me.

No, the university got cold feet

about all this nonsense
in Europe

and told them all
to go back to London.

You're still here.

Oh, it takes more than
some German sabre-rattling

to scare this old dog. Huh.
Amarna, you said.

Yes.

What a total wash-out
that place turned out to be.

Eight months and not a thing
to show for it.

No pottery, no utensils.

No domestic items
of any kind whatsoever.

Because they all left.

That was after
the Heretic King died.

Akhenaten. Yes, well,
his madness was the only thing

holding the place together.

The sand blew in,
the people blew out

and that, my boy,
was the end of Amarna.

And where did they go?

Hmm? Oh, they went to Luxor.
Started up again there.

So they moved
their new capital...

right next to
the Valley of the Kings.

- You're back.
- Erm...

I--I'm so sorry.
I wasn't meaning to pry.

I found the catalogue for 55

and I thought it might be useful
for you

so I brought it over.

Thank you very much.
That's very kind.

Carter.

Carter,
I really didn't mean to intrude.

It's quite all right.

Here's the catalogue.

Carter.
Yes.

- Ugh.
- Oh.

- Erm...
- Yes.

What are you looking for?
What do you think's there?

Thank you very much for this.
This is very kind of you.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

The way things
stand at the moment,

I'm prepared to say
the Valley is all dug out.

Anything that was out
there to find, we found it.

Your concession lapses
at the end of this month.

Are you not intending to renew?

No. No, I think we have to
try our hand elsewhere,

while we still can.

The Nile Delta, perhaps.

You had a crack at the Delta,
didn't you, Lord Carnarvon?

Well, not much of a crack,
to be honest.

When I was there,
it was full of cobras.

Biblical plague. You've
never seen me move so fast.

To hell with the stick.

The cobras cured me.
I ran like a gazelle.

A plague of cobras
will do that to a man.

You really think
the Valley is exhausted?

Well, there are scraps. There'll
always be scraps but, no.

The game's not worth
the candle any more.

Excuse me.

It's the end of an age, gentlemen.

Let's see this season out
and move on.

- You shouldn't be reading this.
- Why not?

If there's a war,
it's going to affect all of us.

Come.

You have to buy
Davis' concession.

Why?

You heard Davis.
Valley's all dug up--

I know. I know. But...

suppose it's not.

There's something
I'd like to show you.

- What is this?
- Amarna.

Known by those who lived here
as the City of Lepers.

Why?

It was cursed.

It was the dream city
of a pharaoh.

Akhenaten built it.

A whole city dedicated
to his new religion of the sun.

But of course, his people didn't
want to be sun worshippers.

They simply wanted
their old gods back.

What did they do?

Well, when Akhenaten died,

his people abandoned the city.
Left it for the desert to claim.

And their new pharaoh brought
back their old ways of worship.

And who was this new pharaoh?

A 12-year-old boy...

named Tutankhamun.

Well, I've never
heard of this Tutankhamun.

Because we've never found him.

Most archaeologists reckon

that he was thrown into
an unmarked grave,

along with his heretic father.

Well, it's a good story, Carter,

but what does it have to do
with Davis' concession?

This is a long way
from the Valley of the Kings.

Herbert Winlock
found a faience cup

with Tutankhamun's
coronation name inscribed on it.

Now, he found
it in the Valley here.

Now, why was it here?

Who brought it to the Valley?

Now, our 12-year-old pharaoh...
led his people away from Amarna,

away from his father's heresy

and built them a new capital
in Luxor,

just outside
the Valley of the Kings.

I think Tutankhamun brought
his own cup to the Valley.

I think he brought
his relatives, too.

He took them
from their tombs here

and reburied them
300 miles away,

next to his new city,
here and here.

Now, we have found
reburial sites

in both of these locations
and in this one, in particular,

we have found a coffin.

Desecrated,
as you would that of a heretic.

I think he wanted them near him.

I think he wanted
to keep his family together.

And I think he intended
on being buried with them,

so as to join them
in the afterlife.

Now, if I'm right...

that would mean that he...
is buried...

here.

In the Valley of the Kings.

Exactly where Davis
has his concession.

It'd be underground. There'd be
nothing to show on the surface.

All that area
has been dug and dug.

It's a hell of a long shot,
Carter.

Yes, but it's still a shot.

There is a tomb
in the Valley of the Kings

that has been lost
and forgotten.

And no one else
knows it's there.

I'll buy the concession
the moment it becomes available.

Right. Well, we'll need men.

- Yes, a proper dig crew.
- Mm-hm.

Yes, and enough tools

for a large-scale
exploratory dig.

Mm-hm.

Well, now. Off to bed with you,
it's late.

Yes, Papa.

- Night.
- Good night, my darling.

- Night, Mr. Carter.
- Good night.

Where is everyone?
It's like a ghost ship.

Excuse me.

What the hell's going on?

Some idiot kid shot the Archduke
of Austria and his wife.

We just got it on the wire
an hour ago.

So now all the crowned heads
of Europe

are at each other's throats.

- Oh, this'll be a bloody mess.
- Excuse me.

Carter,
come and have a drink with me.

Chin-chin.

Wow, look at me,
drinking whisky.

I am ruined for polite society.

They're calling us back.

What?

The Metropolitan Museum says
the situation here is untenable.

They're giving the men two weeks
to pack up the dig sites.

Women and children go home
on the first available ship.

I'm leaving tomorrow evening.

But it's not really gonna amount
to anything, is it?

And even if it does,
it won't affect us, surely.

You silly man.
Of course it affects us.

Not everyone can live in a cave
and ignore the world.

You could come with us.

Davis could get you passage.

No. I can't.
I... I can't leave now.

I'd miss my chance.

Heaven forfend
that you miss your chance.

Carter.

Well, we've got the men.

- Most of them.
- Most of them?

Yes, well, it turns out
that some of the dig crews

are refusing to work
for an Englishman anymore.

- Ah.
- Mmm.

But we have enough?

- Yes.
- Papa.

What's the matter?
Are you all right?

Mr. Carter was right...
about the tomb.

What do you mean?

Tutankhamun's tomb,
it was in the Valley.

Mr. Davis has just found it.

Ah.

"The lord of the two lands...
Amun-tut-ankh...

given life, like the sun,
lives forever."

Extraordinary.

About the only thing
left in there.

Well,
that's the Valley all over.

Just scraps.

Everything's been robbed or dug.

There's nothing left to find.

It's rather like the one
we found in '05. In the detail.

Yeah, well done, sir.

These are to be sent on,
do you understand?

Yes, madam.

I'll take the train but these
are to be sent on.

Yes, madam.

You told Davis.

- What?
- You told him

and he got there first.

No, Carter.
He found it by chance.

- It has nothing to do with me.
- Found it by chance?

Carter, I promise you,
I never said a word.

I would never, ever betray you.

I have to go. I'm sorry.

The train leaves on the hour.

- Do you mind if I join you?
- No.

I could do with a drink.

I really am terribly sorry.

This isn't it.

It can't be.
It's too small. It's wrong.

It's all wrong. This isn't it.

Well, perhaps this is
all the tomb you get

if you're the son of a heretic.

His name was down here.

No, his name
was on a piece of gold foil,

which could've been washed down
here during any flood season.

All that means is that
he's here in the Valley.

Not in this room.

Somewhere else,
maybe, but not here.

This isn't it.

Will you buy the concession?

Carter...

This silly little room
is not the tomb of a pharaoh.

It's...

I have to know how sure you are.

How sure I am? I have traced his
family from the exodus in Amarna

through to the colonization
at Luxor. The reburial...

No, no, no.
Not that, not your head.

I don't give a damn about that.

In your heart... in your belly.

I can feel it.

Like a white elixir.

Incredibly heavy.

Incredibly ancient.

It's there.

The concession is yours.

- I wish you the best of fortune.
- Monsieur Maspero, my thanks.

We'll start
with exploratory trenches

every 20 yards,
according to the grid system,

which Selim is plotting out now.

Then we allocate each worker
one grid square

and we quarter the whole area
in stages.

And by the end of the season,

I want to have worked

right up to
the neck of the valley.

How far down are you going?

A couple of feet.

- It's essentially a scouting...
- Papa.

So we don't need...

Evelyn, go and wait in the car.

- But, Papa...
- Go on now.

Attention!

- Lord Carnarvon.
- Yes.

I'm sorry to trouble you, sir.

I'm here to take you
to the port.

What's happened?
What's going on?

- It's war, sir.
- What, here?

Yes, sir. Everywhere.

I'm to make sure you're safe
and drive you to the ship.

You're needed in Britain.

- Are you Mr. Carter?
- I am, yes.

Sir, I'm to ask you to report to
the Army headquarters in Cairo.

I can't. I have work to do here.

Sir. You are being asked

to report to Cairo
for assignment to war duties.

Get this lot rounded up.

Check their papers
and their names.

Don't you dare.
These are my men.

Let the man do his job, Carter.

I can take you with me now, sir.

- If you wish.
- Very well.

Well... not much choice,
it seems.

- No.
- Keep me posted.

Let me know where you end up.

I will, yes.

Good luck.

And you.

Oh, Carter.

If he's out there,
he's waited 3,000 years.

I believe he can wait
a while longer.

Go on, in the car.