The Mummy's Hand

For who shall defile

the temples of the ancient gods,

a cruel and violent death

shall be his fate.

And never shall his soul

find rest, unto eternity.

Such is the curse of Amon-Ra,

king of all the gods!

I have answered your

summons, All Highest.

It's good you have

arrived, my son.

For I fear I shall not

see the moon sink...

beyond the Valley

of theJackals again.

Time has come,

Father?

I am ready to go.

But first,

I must hand over to you...

the secret guarded by

the high priests of Karnak.

[Coughing]

Come,

I will show you.

Yes, Father.

Come closer.

[Father]

Look deep into

the waters of Kar.

Behold.!

Over 3,000 years ago,

the princess Ananka died.

She was buried with

all the ceremony...

due her exalted station.

Ananka's father,

King Amenophis,

bid her a last farewell.

And thus...

the Princess Ananka

was placed in her tomb.

Kharis, a prince of

the royal house...

who loved Ananka,

looked on in grief.

His devotion was so great...

that he refused to

believe that she was

lost to him forever.

Kharis broke into

the altar room of Isis...

to steal the secret of eternal

life from its hiding place.

With that he knew he could

bring Ananka back to life.

Daring the anger

of the ancient gods,

he stole the

forbidden tana leaves.

[Gong]

For the sin

he had committed,

Kharis was condemned

to be buried alive.

But first they cut

out his tongue...

so the ears of the gods

would not be assailed...

by his unholy curses.

The sinful Kharis was buried

alone in a remote spot.

With him was also buried

a great quantity of the

forbidden tana leaves.

Then the slaves

were killed...

so they could not tell

what had taken place.

Later the priests

removed Kharis from

his unholy grave...

into a cave on the other

side of this mountain.

Thus, none but

the priests of Karnak know...

where Kharis

had been buried.

For over

3,000 years,

Kharis has remained

there in his cave...

on the other side

of this mountain,

and he waits

to bring death...

to whoever tries to

defile Ananka's tomb.

For... Kharis

never really died.

Kharis is still alive.

Beneath the idol

of Isis you will

find a copper box.

Open it.

Tana leaves!

Bring

three of them.

Three of the leaves will

make enough fluid...

to keep Kharis's

heart beating.

Once each night

during the cycle

of the full moon...

you will dissolve

three tana leaves,

and give the fluid

to Kharis.

[Howling]

You hear?

Children

of the night.

They howl above the Hill

of the Seven Jackals...

when Kharis

must be fed.

Should unbelievers seek...

to desecrate

the Tomb of Ananka,

you will use nine

leaves each night...

to give life and

movement to Kharis.

Thus you will enable him

to bring vengeance...

on the heads of those

who try to enter.

Yes, master.

But never,

for any reason,

must you brew more than

nine leaves at one time.

Should Kharis obtain

a large amount of the fluid,

he would become

an uncontrollable monster,

a soulless demon with

the desire to kill...

and kill.!

I understand,

master.

I must hurry my message.

Remove your medallion of

the lay priests of Karnak.

It's time

for you to wear...

the medallion

of the high priests.

Now swear by the

ancient gods of Egypt...

that you will not

betray your trust.

I swear by the mighty

power of Amon-Ra,

whose anger can

shatter the world,

and by the dread

power of Set...

that I will never

betray my trust as

high priest of Karnak.

O mighty gods

of Egypt,

you have chosen

my successor.

May you find

him worthy.

Hey, Steve!

What's all the

excitement, Babe?

Hear from that blonde

in Brooklyn?

She won't write me.

Won't or can't?

I told you Poopsie

was a college girl.

Stacy's Beauty College.

That's what I said.

Everything's all fixed.

Fixed, what?

Jobs for us.

We work our way

home as cargo loaders.

The MaryJ sails tonight.

Tonight?

The first mate's

an old boss of mine.

I can see Brooklyn

bridge right now.

Times Square.

I can smell those

Coney Island Hot Dogs.

And Poopsie.

Sure! Huh?

Forget it, Babe.

It was swell

while it lasted.

You mean we ain't

goin' home?

"Aren't."

It's been two months

since you got fired

by the Scripps Museum.

"Released"

is the way they put it.

We've been all over

Egypt and we ain't

dug up a soup bone!

Alms, alms for

a poor unfortunate.

Alms.

Where did he get those

collection plates?

We're gonna need one.

Shall I read your future

in the sands of the Sahara?

Hey, don't you

never take a shave?

[Clicking]

Oh, hello.

You like?

Yeah, it reminds me of somebody.

I can't remember who right now.

Real Egyptian doll.

Come from bazaar of Ayesha.

Bring good luck.

Effendi?

Where did this

come from?

Arab find it,

far away in the mountains.

Mm-hmm.

How much?

Very old piece,

effendi.

Maybe.

I'll call her "Poopsie"

after somebody I know.

[Saleslady]

She do real Egyptian dance.

Hey, Babe.!

Who, me?

No, he means me.

I'll be seeing you later.

How much money

have we got?

38 cents, exactly.

I mean

folding money.

Who, me?

It's in your shoe, $84.

What do you

want it for?

I want to buy

this vase.

That thing?

It's got a hole in it.

You're nuts.

Maybe, but I don't think so.

Take off that shoe.

Go on, take it off.

Oh!

$75, is that right?

Yes, effendi.

$75 for that.

I can get you a whole

vase for two bits.

Not exactly

like this.

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