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- Mr. Carter!

Sir, sir!

Mr. Carter!

There is a tomb

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.

- 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 upon it

flicking matches at
whomsoever displeases you.

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

- I would never
have said you were.

- May I remind you
that neither of us

will ever discover
anything more important

more 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.

- Well, wasn't that
quite the thrill?

- There are an awful
lot of beggars.

Georgie 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.

- Bravo!

He's
right over there.

- He is 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 can

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

Why don't you wait
in the library?

- Thank you.

- You take those to the library.

Take two trays.

- 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 house in town.

- Huh, looks like someone's
stealing from your dig.

- Huh, not the first time.

Thank you, I'll look into it.

- How much did you pay for it?

- Five pounds.

- That's six.

- Oh, er, finder's fee.

- Really, not
necessary, thank you.

- Carter, you'll
have to forgive me.

Timmy's birthday
waits for no man.

- Course.

- And thank you again.

Carter, good luck.

- Where's Selim?

- He go to 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
- Good afternoon.

- in the desert.

- 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.

But 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!

- Then again, I thought...

- 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 realise.

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.

- 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?

- Neb-Kheperu-re

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.

Nothing much in there,
except the usual debris.

This was one of
the better pieces.

- It's rather odd,
Neb-Kheperu-re

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.

Neb-Kheperu-re 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 it 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?

- Oh, 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 um...

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 little bit of a tour.

Is it very old?

Yes of course,
everything here is quite old.

Here we are.

- What are they all doing?

- Oh, you know, journeying
on to 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, 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 worshiped.

- 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.

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...

um, KB55, you were there.

- Um, 55.

I cataloged it for him.

- Ah.

- It was rather strange.

The coffin was desecrated,
the name was scratched out.

Face removed. Very deliberate.

What's this all about?

- It's nothing, really,
it's just ah, Winlock's cup.

- I thought you solved
that little mystery.

Tutankhamun, remember?

- Yes, no. um, it's
just, why was it here?

I mean, Tutankhamun
was crowned in Amarna.

You 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.

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.

That is better.

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

- Well, um, 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 um

- Yes, yes.

- Ah!

- Carter?

- Yes.

- You see the ethyl alcohol?

- Er... yes.

- Right, now root 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.

- 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 saber-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.

Now, 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.

- Um.

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

I found the catalog 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 catalog.

Carter.

- Yes.

- Oh um.

- Yes.

- What are you looking for?

What do you think's there?

- Thank you very much for this.

It's 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 worshipers.

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 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.

- Now, 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 any more.

- Ah, hmm, 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.

Well done, sir.

Just think
we almost missed it.

- 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.

Now, 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.