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Wow!

Master.

I... I heard the noise, and I came back quickly.

Whoa.

What's that?

What's that?

I'll hurry back with water.

Oh, God.

MUSIC

Nepka was a high priest in the cult of Osiris, the Egyptian god of the netherworld.

According to legend Osiris entrusted him with the secret of eternal life.

Strange looking man.

Unlike others of his time, in actual fact, he was reputed to be a rather stunning specimen.

Although he was undoubtedly strange.

Yes?

He played chess with the dead.

Ah.

Must've won his games.

These drawings are amazing.

This cult must have been very advanced in the process of informing.

May I open it?

I read so much about the publication that I have.

Then you know that exposing the mummy to opposition in these conditions could reduce it to dust.

Miss Locke has been enlightening me on the beauties of Egyptian culture.

I'm sure.

A self happening to be one of them.

Only distantly.

From my mother's side of the family.

Ah.

Laundry sir!

Hmm.

I could do with the fight.

Shall we?

MUSIC

Oh, Miss Lunch.

No.

Two study these drawings a little bit longer.

Is that all right?

Now remember.

Yes.

Yes, of course, Professor.

MUSIC

You have any idea how delicate our situation is in Egypt?

Yes.

Saeed Pasha is in the process of digging a canal at Suez.

Yes, well.

You'll know that a great deal depends on our ties with Saeed Pasha.

Your ties, your cousin seems determined to sever.

Phileas?

What now?

In America.

There's currently a vogue in Egyptian antiquities, especially stolen ones.

I don't quite follow.

One of which the mummified remains of Nepka, an ancient Egyptian priest,

is as we speak en route to New York aboard the Flying Ship Aurora.

Or what purpose?

They presented to the academic community of America as the latest

and most startling find of Professor Alexander Douglas.

A friend of your cousins, who's thought by some to be largely responsible

for him, relieving Egypt of its most treasured antiquities.

Saeed Pasha considers it to be an act of grand theft and is fully prepared.

I see.

Exactly.

Couldn't we simply offer Saeed Pasha something he might want in return?

If I suppose we could, the word not for the fact that Nepka is one of his own ancestors.

Dear.

Quite.

Isn't one traditionally cursed for removing a mummy from its tomb?

That depends on by whom and for what purpose?

I feel you're sorry.

Mr. Fogg, I can tell you how indebted to you I am for your...

Devotion.

Yes.

I am utterly devoted to my dear teacher.

Always the trauma.

No trauma is after all a natural substitute for intelligence.

In most circles that I frequent.

Without which neither you nor your brother would have gone to Cambridge.

In any case, I am very grateful to you.

You never have managed to transport Nepka in time.

One Professor Douglas told me he knew the infamous fill is work.

It is I who I am indebted to you for such...

Delightful company.

Does that master?

Oh.

That's what I am.

There.

Pass me to surely you're not afraid of tiny little...

Spider?

No master.

Of course not.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

Don't be.

Well if you gentlemen will excuse me.

It's the air drive.

No, it's the air drive.

Not this air.

Does this matter to you?

The cheddar work.

Seems to.

There you go.

I'm sorry.

Pass me to you.

All right.

What does that look like to you?

Yes.

Uh...

Spider?

I can just picture you in a rugby uniform.

Thank you.

Believe it or not.

Douglas has always been my fist opponent on the field...

and is determined to remain so.

Men do seem to overestimate their abilities.

Quite.

I'm afraid you presented me with a bit of a dilemma.

How so?

Well on the one hand you're here as the guest of...

the whole...

my relationship is strictly platonic.

On the other hand it didn't really get me expelled from Aiden.

Was there something Professor?

I thought we'd prepare our speeches.

Perhaps later.

Perhaps you should...

Should.

Well I simply meant...

I simply meant...

I hope we're still welcome at the British Embassy.

When the spider wakes its webwolves around the world...

I spent a winter in the Egyptian room of the British Museum.

Well it doesn't look very friendly.

Sort of like it.

Tarantula. It's not.

Well a medical creature used to assassinate the enemies of the pharaohs.

A member of the recluse spider family.

Reckless spider?

Yeah that hunts only one blooded victims than the flowers.

Rubbish.

Such a creature never existed.

And if it did.

A spider went with a...

That's impossible.

It must take care of it.

A search box.

Ladies, gentlemen, distinguished guests, thank you for coming to welcome our sacred visitor.

For three thousand years he has slept in darkness, alone, hidden from the world, but

now.

I'm Canva poet.

of the neighbors and gentlemen of Nebka,

high priest and ruler of the comfortable serbs,

and possessed of extraordinary powers.

Those were dark days steeped in superstition.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Help me.

Oh! Oh!

Jerry!

...put it up to him.

Go on.

Mommy, yes, New York! Mommy, jail, professor!

Steve. Will you?

Accomplished to what?

Smuggling for one thing.

Thank you.

Possibly murder.

What are you talking about?

The mommy.

What are you talking about?

Pasportunozit, Spiders, Deadly!

Pasportunozit knows nothing about anything.

Villiers?

You do know that your beloved mentor was wanted

in three countries for trafficking in stolen antiquities?

Don't be ridiculous.

He's dead, Villiers. That must strike you a slightly odd.

Pasportunozit, would you please be so kind as to bring me my paper?

I'm sorry.

Melted professor.

Horrible face.

Well, he wasn't exactly what you call a handsome fellow anyway, was he?

What is wrong with you?

I'll tell you what's wrong with me.

I'll tell you what's wrong with me. It's you and it's you.

Badgering me.

Badgering you.

A dear friend of yours has just died in agony.

In the company of a woman about whom nobody seems to know anything,

who has managed completely to destabilize Britain's already precarious relationship with Egypt

in a matter of days, and you react as though nothing has happened.

Well, it's my duty to return that mummy, and the least you can do, Villiers, is to help me.

What's this about returning Nebca?

You cannot return what does not belong to you.

And I have an even higher duty.

And that is to save my dear Adriana, from any further pain.

I don't understand how Philiers can be so blind.

Blinded by love, perhaps?

Well, hardly.

Well, it's different, Rebecca.

There's something I can't play, something I haven't seen in fog before.

Right. Well, let's concentrate on the demise of the late professor, shall we?

Well, he was older. Maybe not in the best of health.

Well, as I understand it, he showed no signs of ill health one moment,

yet he melts into putty the next.

Doesn't exactly sound like natural causes, does it?

What's that?

Are you all right?

I'll be fine. I'll be fine.

It's just like burn, I guess. It must be some sort of acid.

You really need?

It's a tissue sample.

How about Adriana Locks? Cardiac?

Joke, Jules.

Well, thank you. Um...

George, yes.

Right. George.

Thank you, George.

My pleasure.

Yes.

Right. Come along, Jules. Let's go.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Adriana.

Good evening.

Well, this is, um, is absolutely enchanting.

My refuge from the modern world.

Ah.

And they are beautiful.

Orchids.

They grow wild along the banks of the Nile.

Make yourself comfortable.

There.

There.

Oh, there's so many.

bodies, Jules.

Nearly empty shells.

Why don't you start at that end? I'll start here before someone...

Can I help you?

Yes, yes.

We were looking for our brother.

Simon.

Poor Simon.

Um, he said that he was going to throw himself off a bridge.

He's been so unhappy.

There they are.

Missus, not your fault. Some people are just born.

John Persil sees any excuse they can find.

Really? Yes.

And jumbers aren't so bad.

You should see what some of the other people get up to.

I had a fellow here who hung himself in his mother's corset.

Ah, yes.

Perhaps you should give my sister a glass of water.

Mmm.

Ah, yes.

Come this way.

There was another fellow who buried himself alive.

Till his dog dug him up.

But he was lucky if you bite marks, but everything else was fine.

Oh, death, death, such a strange thing.

Absolutely.

There's so many different ways.

Right here.

Come on.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Mmm.

That's an organic beast.

That's an organic acid.

No, like a venom.

From a snake.

Or a spider.

Snake's and spiders.

Well, it's possible, I suppose we brought back some kind of deadly spider from Egypt, by mistake.

The spider used to assassinate the far house.

Mmm? The Egyptian retro spider species may be not mythical.

I really put it in the sarcophagus.

Well, there was a spider engraved in the lid, and there was spider hieroglyphics on the sarcophagus.

Well, we've seen lots of spiders since we left Egypt.

Dear, maybe you brought back an entire nest.

Yes.

The professor had a spider on the plate.

I swept it up, and it was like dust.

Like the one you swept off the mama.

And I coughed.

Like the professor, one Dalit Dope.

Yes, but you're not dead.

Why aren't you melting?

Oh, melting.

It's a good question.

And it deserves an answer, and I will wager that this has something to do with the female of the species.

Female?

Like the semi-fashionable Adriana Lock.

Messerabek. What are you saying?

Well, there is evidence of creatures thought to be extinct, living in remote places.

And this is definitely some sort of incredibly potent venom.

Yeah, and it makes sense.

And everything that makes sense to me is that you two have completely lost yours.

Come on. I'll prove it to you.

Have you ever seriously been involved with anyone?

I'm so sorry.

It's not a mind.

I shouldn't have heard of it.

Never.

Never.

Never.

Never.

Never.

Never.

I should never.

Never.

You need not worry about me, Philius.

Not as far as men are concerned.

She doesn't think so.

I understand the needs of men very well.

I know how to fulfill them.

And they fulfill mine.

Look.

There.

What a waste.

Well, it would seem as though at least part of your theory is correct.

Rebecca, look out!

No, you can't kill it.

Maybe the last-in-it species.

It's it?

Over there.

Last.

It's getting away.

I think we should go and find Philius.

I'm beginning to become distinctly uneasy.

I don't think there is any threat to repair.

But I think I should have Thad.

Don't make a mistake ahead.

He gave up.

But where?

She has to be in here somewhere.

It's impossible.

There has to be another way out.

There are corrects of the walls?

Weasel of a woman.

But I didn't see how she could have got a mummy through one.

Adriana finds her way through the house.

It's impossible.

There has to be another way out.

The corrects of the walls?

Weasel of a woman.

Adriana finds her way with any man.

Even the dead ones.

Even Pas-Battu.

It's all right, Pas-Battu. That's quite enough.

But, Miss Yvar?

Yes, Jules.

Do you have any feelings for this woman?

Certainly not.

There, you see, Pas-Battu?

We're back again.

Come on, Jules.

We have to go and find Vilius.

Miss Rebecca!

Don't you miss Rebecca, me, you arachnophobic huzzy.

Miss Rebecca, don't let Jaresy get the better of me.

You are still the beautiful one.

Oh.

The most beautiful one.

The one.

Wait for me. Wait for me.

Oh.

Yes, my love.

Sound.

Sound.

Adriana Locke thinks she can spare it Vilius away,

turning him against friends and family.

This is it, Pas-Battu.

What? This?

What?

Yes, it must be. It is it.

What?

The secret of the spider gods.

Spider gods?

The recluse spider was not native to the Egyptian desert,

but was born on the banks of the Nile.

You must have water to survive, but can hibernate in the dry deserts in the tombs.

For centuries, as long as the stairs dry.

Pas-Battu's dishumidificator keeps poison minimal.

The drugs.

There wasn't an embalming process at all.

It was some sort of transfusion.

And what if those weren't tubes but actually legs?

What are you talking about?

The rectal spiders, vector mice, as warm blood.

If a queen spider mates with a human man of noble blood and then mates with the true savor of the god of Cyrus,

there's a spiritual union and then...

You belong, Arth.

Horrible.

No, no, master.

Well, I said there's something strange about Adriana, her power over men.

Yes, but a queen spider?

Well, the hieroglyphics on the sarcophagus do show spider and women together.

Phileas may be in great danger, Rebecca.

Yeah, well, you wait here.

Then on the else I need to know.

No.

Good.

Yes.

Well, which is it? Yes or no?

Yes.

Mr. Verne must go.

You said...

The only man immune to her powers are a man of the cloth.

Or...

What?

A...

Pure man?

Do you?

What about that land, old Jew?

I love you.

I really do.

Let's go.

All righty, your service.

God of darkness.

May the blood of my sacrifice bless our union.

And breathe life into your highest priest.

That we may rule again.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Get him out of there!

Come on, fuck.

Come on, fuck.

Get him out of there!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Mr. Becker.

Rebecca.

Oh, Master, Mr. Becker sacrificed herself for you.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Fuck!

starter Jones.

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

Jules!

What?

Blood

I'm sorry.

Sorry, Master.

How sorry.

Well, um, I'm very sorry.

Oh.

All right.

I'm very, very, very sorry.

What?

Oh, I was just wondering how, um, I mean, I'm...

I was just wondering how Vern here managed to so thoroughly overcome that... that creature.

Oh, well, I should have thought that was obvious.

Really?

Yes.

Pure...

Varylity.