The Mummy Page #2

- The mummy?

- From Ananka's tomb.

- She's in the British Museum.

Not the princess. Not her.

It was the mummy who lives.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

- The mummy I brought to life.

- There was no other mummy.

Don't talk rubbish.

I was there. I saw it.

It came from the rock

when I read the scroll.

- What scroll?

- The Scroll of Life.

After 4000 years, the words

of the scroll brought it to life.

It hates us, John. It hates us

for desecrating the tomb.

It will kill us! All of us!

You mustn't upset yourself.

Stop thinking about it.

Nothing really happened

that day, you know.

You're a fool, John.

Thank you for coming.

Goodbye, Father.

Remember, John.

Someone has found the scroll.

The mummy is released again.

As I was saying, I says to him, "If

you think I'm going to cart goods...

...which I know nothing about,

you've got another thing coming. "

So he says?

"It don't matter what you're carting

so long as you get paid. "

So you says?

To which I agreed,

times being what they are.

He tell you what's in it?

Something about relics.

Aye, relics. All the way from Egypt.

Relics? Why send to Egypt for them?

We've got them here in Engerfield!

Well, these come from Egypt.

- I don't like the look of him.

- Who?

The foreigner we're carting for.

Well, he can't help that.

Drink up. We've got to get going.

- Good night, Bill.

- Good night.

- I'll drive.

- I'll drive. You're drunk.

It's my cart. My horses.

I'll drive.

What a dear old horse.

A man's best friend is a horse.

It's a dog.

It's a horse.

I'm not that drunk and I'll drive.

All right, you drive.

You think we'd better

tie that down?

- What for?

- The road's bumpy.

Just past the nursing home, he said.

Only half a mile.

The mummy.

It's waiting. It's always there.

Help! Help!

- That's from the nut house!

- Perhaps one got out!

The box is moving. You'd better

slow down over the causeway.

I won't have my throat cut

by no lunatic...

...not for all the relics in Egypt!

Take care there.

You'll have me in too. Be careful.

It's hopeless.

Parts of this bog are bottomless.

We'll never find it.

Now for some particulars, if you

don't mind. What was on the cart?

A ruddy box. We was taking it

to the house up the ways.

- What was in it?

- I don't know.

- I reckon it's better in the bog.

- Why do you say that?

There was something in it

which wasn't quite right.

I see. Now, where did you say

you was taking the box?

Up the ways.

A big house, set back, he said.

- Who said?

- I said, officer.

Morning, sir.

You was expecting this box?

Yes, I was. I engaged this man

to transport it from the station.

I see. Well, hard luck, isn't it?

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