The Mummy Page #4

The lid to the coffin is SLAMMED SHUT. Then, using a strange four-sided

YCEY, the Head Mumia locks the coffin lid tight. The heavy sarcophagus lid

is shoved into place and with a loud WHOOSH seals itself airtight. once

again, the Head Mumia uses the strange key, locking the sarcophagus lid

tight.

IMHOTEP:

I was to remain sealed inside my

sarcophagus, the undead for all of eternity.

The blue-skinned, strangely tattooed man carefully collapses the sides of

the key, --turning it into a little puzzle BOX.

INHOTEP:

They would never allow me to be

released. For I would arise a walking

disease, a plague upon mankind, an unholy

flesh-eater, with the strength of ages, power

over the sands, and the glory of

invincibility.

Imhotep's sarcophagus is dropped into a DETRITUS PIT. The disgusting muck

SPLASHES up, drools down it-s sides, and then is mysteriously sucked into

It's seams, vanishing clean.

INHOTEP:

And if I could raise my beloved

Anck-su-namun from her place in hell,

together, we would be an unstoppable

infection upon this world. The Apocalypse.

The End

Imhotep's horrifying tongue-less SCREANS can be heard coming from inside

his sarcophagus as grave diggers shovel dirt onto it. THE MAIN TITLE IS

SUPERIMPOSED ON THE SCREAM: THE MUMMY

The heavily armed Mumia stand guard around Imhotep's grave. Looking down on

the burial site is the huge statue of ANUBIS, the jackal-headed god of

death. it stares at us. Then begins to DECAY before bur very eyes, aging

4.159 years in only seconds. And then we find ourselves and the decrepit,

half-buried statue of Anubis out in the middle of the desert.

EXT. SAHARA - HAMANAPTRA RUINS (1925) - DAY

Imhotep's horrifying SCREAMS become the SCREAMS of a TUAREG HORSEMAN.

Racing across the desert with two thousand of his warrior brethren. Armed

to the teeth. SUPERIMPOSED across the SCREEN are the WORDS: TEE SARKRA -

1925

A mile across the scorching desert TWO HUNDRED FRENCH FOREIGN LEGIONNAIRES

scurry through the ruins, preparing for the onslaught. OUR HERO is up on

the wall. His Kepi sits at a jaunty angle. Dashing and handsome. This is

RICK O'CONNELL. He looks out at the massive SCREAMING horde galloping at

him.

O'CONNELL

I knew this was gonna be a lousy day.

A doughy little Frenchman joins him as he makes his way across the top of

the wall. This is BENI.

BENI:

Personally, I would like to surrender.

Why can we not just surrender?

O'CONNELL

Shut-up and gimme your bandolier,

Beni pulls off his cartridge belt. Hands it to O'Connell.

BENI:

Then let's run away. Right now. while we

can still make it.

O'Connell throws it on, crisscrossing his own bandolier.

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