"There we go." "Nice and easy." "Good doggy!" "Hey, hey!" "What are you doing, mate?" "lt's heavy!" "Hey...!" "Hey, careful, Bert." "This is an expensive artifact." "He wants it up here, right?" "That's a boy." "Easy now. lt won't bite." "Get on." "Don't be too sure." "Look at those teeth, eh?" "Like a bloody buzz saw." "Here, let me give you a hand." "Don't!" "Don't touch it." "I can manage this..." "last one." "You want us to open these crates for you, governor?" "No, no, no, I can handle that." "Eh, what about this here coffin?" "Coffin?" "!" "Who told you that?" "I'm sorry, governor." "I just thought that maybe..." "Never mind." "Right." "Look, just clear out now, both of you." "Right." "I know what I'm doing." "It's not a coffin." "Remember, there's not a coffin." "Mr. Hartley?" "Arthur Hartley?" "Yes?" "Who is it?" "I must talk to you." "Listen, l-l'm very sorry." "Uh, it's very late." "Why don't you come back tomorrow?" "Tomorrow may be too late." "I must see you... now." "All right, just a minute." "Yes, yes." "Yes, coming." "May I come in?" "Well, it's very..." "Wait..." "Just..." "Wait a minute, what do you think you're doing?" "It is best we speak privately." "Why?" "Now, who are you?" "My name is Hammid Bey." "Very impressive." "You have a remarkable collection, Mr. Hartley." "How do you know my name?" "Oh, I know a great deal about you, Mr. Hartley." "You're an American, an amateur archaeologist... and... a thief." "Now just a minute!" "Every one of these pieces stolen, smuggled out of that sacred tomb you discovered in the desert below Giza." "Who sent you?" "Nobody sent me." "I came here to warn you." "Don't touch that." "I have no intention of doing so." "This is the seal of Khefra, the beetle god of ancient Egypt." "Do you know what that means?" "No, not yet." "But that's why I'm here, to do research on my findings at the British Museum." "These inscriptions, however, I..." "I can't read them." "Then allow me." "This case contains the body of a temple virgin who violated her vows." "She was put to death and cursed." "And anyone who disturbs her mummy will share the same curse." "I came only to claim the case, and return it back to its rightful resting place." "Do you think I'm a fool?" "is that what you think?" "Look, you know as well as I do that mummies like this were buried with their personal jewelry, and that's what you're really after." "Please, Mr. Hartley... I am warning you." "And I'm warning you." "Get out." "And stay out!" "As you wish." "Uh-huh." "I'm staying in the village, at the inn." "If you change your mind, you can reach me there." "Out." "Right, yeah." "Now..." "All right." "I was right." "Oh, it's magnificent." "Absolutely magnificent." "Oh..." "Thanks, old girl." "Nightmare." "Just a nightmare." "Hmm." "Ah, it's nerves." "Priceless." "Oh!" "Ugh!" "Go away!" "I'm sorry to disturb you." "Disturb me?" "You're not disturbing me." "What's there to be disturbed about?" "Here, come in." "See for yourself." "I see you chose to disregard my warning." "About the mummy?" "Yes, I opened it." "What happened then?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Well, what did you think?" "The mummy would come to life?" "The mummy is dead, but the curse still alive!" "You're talking nonsense." "Yes, I've been doing some spraying." "The cottage has been vacant for more than a year." "I just got rid of a few insects." "What sort of insects, Mr. Hartley?" "It doesn't matter." "They're gone now." "But they will return." "Look, how do you know?" "The gods of ancient Egypt have not vanished." "That's superstition." "is it?" "The power of gods is real." "That's why you must give the mummy back to me." "The mummy and the jewels." "So that's it." "So that's it." "You were after these rubies all along, weren't you?" "Playing your little tricks." "Trying to scare me." "Well, it didn't work." "Please, Mr. Hartley, you're making a mistake." "No one can defy the gods." "For the sake of your life..." "For the sake of yours, get out and stay out." "This is your last chance." "And this is yours." "Now, go!" "If you insist." "Only one last word, Mr. Hartley." "Whatever you do, if you value your life, don't touch that mummy again." "The man's an idiot." "Don't touch the mummy, he says." "Don't touch the mummy." "Don't touch the mummy?" "So that's it." "Sure, all right, so the rubies in the eyes aren't the only ones." "All right, old girl, let's see what else you've got hiding." "Damn." "All right, sure, you old girl... if that's the way you want it." "I was right." "Look at this stuff." "It's flawless." "More tricks?" "We'll see about that." "Look, I know you're out here." "Stop that damn noise and go away." "All right, I warned you." "Nobody there." "I scared him off." "Yeah." "No more tricks." "I'd say that this calls for a little, what, celebration, don't you think?" "I think." "Yeah." "The jewels." "What happened to my jewels?" "Where are they?" "How could they disappear?" "I saw them." "I am not crazy. I saw them." "You saw them." "You saw them." "You saw them!" "Tell me, what became of my jewels?" "Tell me!" "What am I talking to you for?" "You're just a bunch of silly statues." "And I'm a fool." "I'm a fool." "This is another one of Hammid Bey's tricks." "How did he do it?" "Think, think, think, think." "There's got to be an answer;" "there's got to be." "Oh, stop talking to yourself." "What you need is a drink." "Well, I'll be damned." "They must have been here all the time." "They had to be." "Hypnosis-- that's how he did it." "Sure." "Why, that old devil." "Sure... he hypnotized me." "Gentlemen... a toast." "Because you're dead, you're dead and I'm alive!" "Hear me, old girl?" "I'm alive." "How about it?" "Want to drink to that, hmm?" "Party pooper." "Who needs you?" "Stop staring at me." "Stop staring at me!" "There." "You can stay in that case and rot, for all I care." "And I'm not afraid of you anymore-- uh-uh." "You or Hammid Bey." "I'm not afraid of anybody." "No..." "Detective Richards!" "Constable Higsby, sir." "Right." "Have you spoken to Mr. Hartley yet?" "Uh, not yet, sir." "No, I was waiting for you, like I said I would." "You said a lot of things, Constable, that didn't really add up." "Statues, jewels, curses involving bloody beetles." "Well, sir, this Hammid Bey..." "Oh, yes!" "Where is this mysterious Egyptian?" "I'm afraid he... he left the inn shortly after he rang me this morning, sir." "Perhaps Mr. Hartley knows where he is." "What do you say we find out?" "But sir, we..." "l didn't make this trip to listen to a lot of tall tales." "Look, sir statues." "Just like Hammid Bey said." "Never mind the statues, Constable." "Mr. Hartley?" "Mr. Hartley?" "Look, sir, jewels." "The man is dead." "Statues, jewels..." "The only thing missing is the beetles."