The Mummy (2017) - full transcript

Though safely entombed in a crypt deep beneath the unforgiving desert, an ancient princess, whose destiny was unjustly taken from her, is awakened in our current day bringing with her malevolence grown over millennia, and terrors that defy human comprehension.

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What the hell is this?

I don't know.

Whoa.

Bloody hell.

The Crossrail is the biggest
construction project in Europe,

carving 26 miles of new
commuter train tunnels

beneath the surface of London.

But today, an ancient tomb filled
with the coffins of Crusader knights...

People don't realize

that London is a giant graveyard.

A modern city built on centuries of death.



Because of the tomb's
proximity to the Thames,

half the space is flooded, is that right?

There are even more coffins
submerged underwater.

The tomb appears to have been built
during the Second Crusade,

which means it's filled with the bodies

of Crusader knights who invaded Egypt

before returning to England.

It has also revealed a treasure trove

of secrets about London's history.

Clear them out, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please stop what you're doing.

The train tunnel has been
rerouted north of here.

We are now taking control of this site.

Please collect your tools and
gear and exit immediately.



Oi!

Excuse me.
Excuse me!

This is my site. What do
you think you're doing?

Evacuate your men.

We'll take it from here.

Who the hell are you people?

This way, sir.
Thank you very much.

The past cannot remain buried forever.

In my lifetime, I have unearthed
many ancient mysteries.

At last, this tomb reveals
antiquity's darkest secret.

A secret erased from history
and forgotten to time.

Princess Ahmanet.

Beautiful,

cunning,

and ruthless.

Sole heir to the throne of Egypt.

The pharaoh's kingdom
would one day be hers to rule

without mercy or fear.

And Ahmanet would be
worshipped as a living god.

But Pharaoh had a son.

The boy, now, would inherit her destiny.

And Ahmanet understood power was not given.

It had to be taken.

Vowing revenge, she made a
choice to embrace evil.

Set. The god of death.

They made a pact.

A pact that would unleash darkness itself.

Ahmanet was reborn

a monster.

Yet the pact was not complete.

She vowed to bring the demon into our
world in the body of a mortal man.

Together, they would take
their vengeance upon humanity.

For her sins, Ahmanet was mummified alive,

her body carried far from Egypt.

There she would remain,
condemned to eternal darkness.

But death is a doorway, and the
past cannot remain buried forever.

Out of luck, huh, Sarge?

The civilians are gone.

It's filled with insurgents down there.

I guess we're too late.

We can do this.

Oh, no, no, no!
We are too late!

Command thinks we're doing advanced recon

100 miles from here.

Sarge, you're not going down there.

You're right, I'm not.

We are.

At least call in an airstrike.

"Airstrike"?

Bad idea.

A little one. Just...
Maybe they'll run off.

And then command will know where we are...

And we'll do 20 years in
Leavenworth for looting.

Hey. What'd I tell you?
We are not looters.

We are liberators of precious antiquities.

Liberators of precious antiquities.

- Right.
- Right.

But we don't even know what's down there.

Haram. Haram is what's
down there. Treasure.

No, the translator said "haram"
means "forbidden knowledge."

Like a curse.

Around here, that's just
another word for "treasure,"

and this guy, this Henry guy,
he seems to want it pretty bad.

Well, now he's gonna have to pay double.

- Mount up.
- No, sir, I ain't going on this one.

- What?
- I'm not going.

Vail.

What are you gonna do, stab me with that?

Oh, no, no, no!

You crazy bastard.

It's a full day's ride
to the nearest water!

The nearest water
is right down in that village.

Come on, Vail.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Well, that's just great, Nick.
That's just great!

Come on, slip in, slip out,
just like we always do.

You son of a bitch!

Oh, my God!

We're gonna die!
We're gonna die!

Move! Move!

Just run! Run, run!

Go, go, go!

You kidding me?

"Slip in, slip out"?

This is not like we always do!

Stairs! Just run! Run!

Run, run, run!

Grenade!

I hate you!
I hate you so much!

I never even wanted to
come to this country!

Let me think.
Just let me think.

If anyone is listening,
this is L-26, urgent, hot!

Request dynamic precision
strike at our mark!

You did not just call in an airstrike!

Oh, yes, I did!

Where are you going?
Don't leave me!

Where do they keep coming from?

There's nowhere to go!

Oh, man!
We're gonna die!

Just, please, Vail!
Let me think!

- We're gonna die because of you!
- Just let me think!

Think about what?
Think about what?

I'm thinking...

What?

I'm thinking...

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking we're probably gonna die here.

I knew it!

I knew it!

Huh?

I am still alive!

No!

Nick! Nick!

Haram.

Sir!

I was told you boys were supposed
to be 100 klicks from here!

Yes, sir!

But based on intelligence,

we had reason to believe the insurgents

were holding civilian hostages.

We had to make a call, wait for
Delta to respond or go in alone!

It was Sergeant Morton's
idea to go in, actually!

Uh-huh.

Only to find out that the villagers
had long since evacuated.

Yeah, lucky for them, not for us.

Delta, south-side
perimeter.

Sir, when we realized

we were in the center of
the insurgent stronghold,

it was too late.

We were discovered, we started
taking on heavy fire.

Well, sir, Corporal Vail, here,

is too humble to admit it,

but he risked his life to save mine.

He's a hero. In fact, I'd
like to recommend him

for a citation.

Let me run another scenario by you.

Sir?

One in which two assholes from
long-range reconnaissance,

that would be you,

run all over northern Iraq just
one step ahead of the enemy.

Except, instead of hunting for the
enemy, you hunt for antiquities,

stealing whatever isn't nailed down

and selling it on the black market.

Meanwhile, these fanatical insurgents

trying to erase 5,000 years of history

unwittingly cover your tracks.
It's a pretty good scam.

Sergeant Morton!

Where is it?

What? Where's what?

The letter, the map you stole from me.

Map?

I don't know what you're talking about.

How would I have even had an opportunity

to steal anything from you, Miss...

Miss...

Okay.
Sergeant Morton,

here, thinks that I'll be too embarrassed

to tell you that I had him in my hotel room

three nights ago in Baghdad.

And whilst I was sleeping,
he went through my things.

I'm not embarrassed, Nick.

Disgusted, yes.

Regretful? Certainly.

But mainly, just amazed at your ability

to mimic all the qualities
of genuine human intimacy

if only for 15 seconds.

Where's the map, Morton?

Okay. Sir, I admit

that Miss Halsey and I did spend

a delightful evening in Baghdad.

A very long and satisfying evening,

if her reactions are to
be considered sincere.

But, sir, I left with nothing
more than fond memories.

Now, perhaps I may have neglected

to say goodbye to her the next morning,

only because she was exhausted

- and I didn't wanna wake her.
- Okay.

And the reward for my
gracious consideration?

- Well, sir, as you can see, hell hath no fury.
- Hmm.

- Sir.
- Oh, my God!

It's Egyptian.

Oh, is that unusual?

We're in the Persian Gulf, Vail.

Right, Egypt's 1,000 miles
away, so it's unusual.

Put those down, hurry.
Go get the rest.

Got it.

Colonel, this is a significant find.

I need your men to secure this village.

We're not even supposed to be here.

It is my job to make sure
that anything of value

stays out of enemy hands.

We have no idea what could be down there.

The contents of Tutankhamun's tomb alone

were valued at 650 million pounds sterling.

Understand?

Oh. Um...

Colonel? If I may.

With a couple of shaped charges, we
could just close this hole right up

and Miss Halsey can come back another day.

- Shut up.
- Okay.

You got two hours, then we're moving out.

- You're getting in the hole with her.
- Him?

- Me?
- Yep.

Sir...

You gear up.
That's an order.

I'll be right here holding the rope, Sarge.

Get in the damn hole, Vail!

Oh, man!

I'm in a large antechamber of some kind.

There is an inscription
on the northern wall,

the Litany of Ra.

Are you kidding me?

Your fault, Nick.
Your fault.

Do you see any treasure
in here, Nick? 'Cause I don't.

You know what I see? I see
statues that I can't carry out.

- Just keep it down.
- You keep it down.

What are you doing?

It is definitely a tomb.

What is that? Mercury?

Yeah.

The ancient Egyptians believed
it weakened evil spirits.

Well, now we know better.
Stuff will kill you.

Yeah, after it makes you crazy.

There is mercury dripping from
the ceiling into holes in the ground.

Possibly interconnected.

It's a canal system
leading all the way to...

Get the lights!

Oh, my God.

Get everything out of the bags.

What did I tell you?

That's a lot of gold, Nick.

I'm in a large, man-made cavern
adjoining the antechamber.

There are chiseled stairs
descending from the ledge.

There is a canal at the center of them

that feeds a ritual well at the
base, filled with mercury.

Pleated skirts, scarab signet rings.

This is a High Priest of Amun
from the temple in Thebes.

There is a ritual barrier
chain that surrounds the well

as a warning to intruders.

To keep people out.

There isn't a single provision

made for someone's journey
into the underworld.

No canopic jars, no shabtis.

To be buried in a place like this

would have been a fate worse than death.

Nick!

Don't even think about it.

There are six watchers around the well

facing inward instead of out.

Whatever's in there, those chains
aren't for bringing it up.

They're for holding it down.

This is not a tomb.

It's a prison.

Lima 2-6, come in.

Copy, sir.

Get out now. We got reports
of bogeys inbound.

We gotta take off.

Tell Greenway we have to notify DTRA.

- For what?
- I need specialists

- from Cairo...
- Cairo?

...CBRN suits,
and shielding casks.

Jenny, we are out of time.

You better grab what you can now!

I am not leaving until
I see what's in that pool.

You're leaving.
We're leaving right now.

I did not come this
far just to leave with...

Oh!

Ahh! Ow!

Hey! Hey!

Cease fire! Vail!

Vail, cease fire!
Cease fire!

They're just camel spiders!
They're not even poisonous!

Can we please leave?

- Are you out of your mind, Vail?
- Please!

- What is wrong with you?
- The thing bit me, Nick!

- Okay, okay.
- It bit me!

Enough of this! I don't care!

I'm leaving! With or
without you, I'm leaving!

It bit me! Please, Nick!

Nick!

Nick!

Nick!

Tell Greenway he's gonna send a team

to get this thing out of here,

or he's gonna have to explain
why he left me behind.

Do it!

Okay.

Guidelines are manned!

Guideline is steady.

Move more to your 9 o'clock!

Holding at 30 feet.

A little more.

Three-eight-Sierra-
four-two-seven-niner-point-six-six-nine.

Go to the MSR, grid two-five-seven-
seven-eight-eight-four.

Bishop to Echo,

we have visual on a severe sandstorm
heading west at angels 12.

Hey!

Hey!

Wait, wait, please be careful.

This is 5,000 years old.

Sixty seconds!
In the air! Let's go!

Carefully.
Very, very carefully.

Get us off the ground now!

Halsey, take a seat!

Need some help?

No.

- You're welcome, by the way.
- How's that?

Because I saved
your whatever-it-is.

That was safely hidden for 5,000 years

before you dropped a
Hellfire missile on it.

And you might never have
found it otherwise.

Again, you're welcome.

Do you have any idea what this is?

The significance of it?

An Egyptian sarcophagus
in a tomb in Mesopotamia.

Why'd you say 15 seconds?

Why'd I what?

You told Greenway that I could mimic

all the qualities of human intimacy

for 15 seconds.

I mean, let me tell you,
it was not 15 seconds.

Well, however long it
lasted, it wasn't real.

I never lied to you about my feelings.

You stole from me.

But I didn't lie.

Do you ever think of anyone but yourself?

This means something.

Something bigger than you can imagine.

My life's work.

And you were going to steal it.

How much do you figure that's
worth on the black market?

This is Dr. Jennifer Halsey
conducting a preliminary analysis

of an Egyptian sarcophagus

discovered in the Nineveh
province, northern Iraq.

The hieroglyphs are definitely New Kingdom.

It appears that the wife of King Menehptre

died in childbirth,

leaving a sole heir to the throne,

a girl

called Ahmanet.

Corporal, what in
the living hell are you doing, son?

Vail?

Corporal Vail?

Damn it.

Corporal Vail, do you hear me talking to you?
I said what...

Vail, just...

Vail! Whoa, whoa!

- Vail!
- Oh, my God. Vail!

- Drop your weapon!
- Put it down!

- Drop it now!
- Please! No, don't!

Drop it, now!

- Put the gun down!
- Drop it!

- Put down the weapon! Put it down! Back off!
- Wait, wait.

Stop! Do not shoot!

This is a pressurized
aircraft! Nick.

What...

Vail.

- Vail, put the knife down.
- Vail. Vail. Vail.

- Vail, no. No, no!
- Vail! Vail! Vail!

Vail! Vail!

Okay, Vail, stop.
Stop! Vail, Vail, Vail!

I'm sorry.

Pan, Pan, Pan!

This is November
four-zero-niner-niner,

United States C-130 Hercules
inbound 6 miles off the coast...

- What's happening?
- Take your seat and strap in.

- ...of Dover, England.
- England?

Ma'am, I don't know what's happening.

Take a seat!

We lost thrust in both engines.

No radar contact.

Dropping to 12,000, 280 on the heading.

What the hell is that?

Go, go, go!

Parachute!

Parachute!

I don't know how to do this!

Jenny, Jenny, you can do this.
You can do this.

Give me your hand!
Give me your hand!

It's an awful thing to have to ask, I know.

It's most irregular.

Noted, Doctor.
Thank you.

We'll let Miss Halsey decide.

Miss Halsey?

Miss Halsey, do you think you're up to it?

I'm sorry, what?

We need your help identifying the bodies.

Whoa!

Vail!

Hey, buddy.

You scared the shit out of me.

We need to talk, Nick.

What's...
What's happening?

You know what's happening.

Am I dead?

Dead?

No, but you're gonna wish you were.

Right this way, please.

- Oh, my God! Nick.
- Oh!

Jen... Oh!

What's happening?
Where am I?

Who's in charge here?

Uh...

Base, this is Search Team One.

Looks like the trail of wreckage

spread across two, two and a
half miles through the forest.

Coming up on Aylesford Pier now.

Stand by.

Pier's a wreck.

Looks like part of the wing.
A turbine.

Miles away from
the primary crash site. Over.

Copy, Search Team One.

Message received.

One body found, no obvious
signs of life. Stand by.

Casualty confirmed, deceased.

Request attendance
of ambulance personnel. Over.

Copy, Search Team One.

Ambulance personnel en route.
Over.

We got aircraft debris scattered
across the north side of the banks,

still alight, but no immediate
danger or threat. Over.

What?

What the hell?

Hey! You better come and look at...

Allen?

Allen?

You all right?

Allen!

Jesus!

A United States military plane

crash-landed in Surrey
this evening,

just missing Waverley Abbey.

How did you get out of that plane?

There's not a single scratch on your body.

Yeah.

Thank you.

For what?

You saved my life.

You'd have done the same for me.

Nick.

Nick.

Listen, Nick.

I...

I think you should know something.

You know I work with
a group of archeologists.

- Yeah.
- Well,

we've developed this theory

that an Egyptian princess had been
erased from the history books

deliberately.

We've been searching for something
called the Dagger of Set.

A ceremonial knife with a
large jewel at the hilt.

Set is the Egyptian god of death.

And legend has it that the
dagger and the stone, together,

had the power to give Set physical form.

I'm convinced it was hidden here in Europe.

Stolen by Crusaders centuries ago.

I found reference to it in a manuscript
written by a Crusader knight

that suggested the dagger was broken apart.

That the stone was buried with this
knight somewhere here in England.

A massive Crusader tomb was
recently discovered under London.

We believe that the stone
is in there somewhere.

That tomb is what led us to Ahmanet.

I think she's the princess in the legend.

The hieroglyphs said
she murdered her father.

- Murdered?
- Along with his child.

She made some sort of pact
with the god of death.

And then, when I saw those birds,

and that sandstorm... You know, I mean...
Something is happening.

You're alive and I don't know how.

You. Me. Go.

I'm sorry, Nick. I think
we've angered the gods.

Would you excuse me?

I'll be right back.

Identify, please.

This is Jenny. Get me Henry.

Jennifer.

This is a far more significant
problem than we had ever imagined.

Something is happening, Henry.
I'm worried about him.

Bring your soldier to London.

Do not discuss anything further with him.

Understand?

What are you doing here?

Jenny looks good.

- Okay, this isn't happening.
- I mean, really great.

Okay, really. Stop.

You know, I always thought
I had a chance with her.

- What?
- How do you squander that?

There was mercury in that tomb.
The vapors were toxic.

I mean, how do you mess that up?

It's just in my head, it's in my head.

No, it's not.

You shot me.

Wait, wait. Wait,
wait, wait. You... You...

You

stabbed Greenway.

- I saved you...
- You murdered him.

...and you shot me.

You tried to kill me.
You even went after Jenny.

You shot me. Three times.

- Yes.
- Three times, Nick.

Okay, the third one was unnecessary.

You freaked me out, I panicked.

- I'm sorry. Okay?
- Not okay.

Look at me. Look at my face.

I'm cursed, Nick.
And you're cursed.

And there's only one way to break it.

You are going to do exactly what she wants,

or this is gonna get a lot
worse for both of us.

What do you mean, I'm cursed?

I'm sorry.

Just give me a minute.
Thank you.

You walked into the chicks'
bathroom, by the way.

Go to your own sodding loo!

- Yeah, it's a ladies' room.
- We just want to pee!

What do you mean, I'm cursed?

How do you think you survived the crash?

Setepa-i.

- Bloody Yanks. Unbelievable.
- Yeah!

You know what it means.

She's got plans for you, Nick.

- Plans?
- You can't run.

You can't escape.

Help me!

Help me!

Setepa-i!

Out of the road, wanker!

Nick! What the hell
are you doing?

Okay, you were right.

- We've angered the gods.
- Wait, what?

I saw her.
The chick in the box.

- Ahmanet?
- That one.

- Nick...
- He said I'm cursed.

- Who said?
- Vail.

- Vail?
- The coffin we found.

- Sarcophagus.
- Whatever.

- There was writing on it.
- Hieroglyphics.

Jenny, respectfully, I'm not interested

in archeological jargon right now.

The writing on the box that
we took out of the hole.

Yes, sorry.

There was something about a
curse on there, wasn't there?

Nick, you've had a concussion.

- Yes.
- Toxic exposure.

How does that explain that I know

that Setepa-i
means "my chosen"?

- That's ancient Egyptian.
- Ancient Egyptian.

How do I know that?

You've been in the Middle East for years.

- What? No!
- You heard it, you forgot it.

Why are you backing off from this?
I'm telling you.

She is real.

Nick.

Nick, what is it?

I think you're right.
I...

I think this is all in my head.

We should find the box, look inside,

and when I see a 3,000-year-old
prune in there...

- Nick.
- ...no more curse.

You don't need a sarcophagus,
you need a doctor.

I know someone.

A specialist in London.

Don't tell me that you
don't wanna see it, too.

Your life's work.

Come on, Jenny.

I think I know where it is.

Charlie 8-1.
Charlie 8-1 to Base.

We are at the main crash site, 400
meters north of Waverley Abbey.

Firefighters are containing the
wreckage, but the site is still hot.

Nick.

Nick! Where are
you going?

The crash site is up that way.
Where are you going?

No. We're in
the right place.

Nick.

Nick!

I don't know what we're doing here.

This isn't the right place.

Yes, it is.

No, it isn't.

The main crash site is up that
way, and so is my artifact.

And that's where we're going.

Setepa-i.

What the hell?

How did I...

Jenny?

Okay.

Nick?

Ah...

Okay.

Okay.

No, seriously...

What?

I'm sorry, what?

Oh, God.

No, no, no.

No, please.

Jenny!

Yeah?

Run! Run!

Ugh!

Come on!
Come on!

Nick! Nick!

Nick!

Hey! Hey!

No, no, no! Hey!

Hey! Nick! Stop!

Nick!

Were you just gonna leave me?

- You saw that, right?
- You were gonna leave me!

- You saw it, right?
- I can't unsee it!

Where are we going?

Away from here. There's a highway up ahead.

- How do you know?
- I know.

Oh, my God. Do you realize what this is?

It's the Dagger of Set.

She was gonna drive that
thing right through me.

The stone, it is missing.

Yeah, that seemed to really piss her off.

It's real.

How was it in a statue?

That statue was a reliquary.

Crusaders would use them
to hide holy relics.

But she knew it was there.

What... You're saying that she
brought the plane down there?

On purpose?

That's why she wanted you
to come to the church.

She wanted me to go to the church?

I told you that I wanted
to go to the church.

I told you, I said I wanted to see...

- I wanted to see her corpse.
- See her corpse.

Nick, she's in your head.

What are you talking about? That
is ridiculous. Because I...

I drove right back to her.

Oh, my God, she's in my head.

Go, go, go!

Get it off me!

Son of a bitch!

That's my face! That's my face!
That's my face!

Sorry!

Nick!

Nick!

Jenny?

Jenny. Jenny.

Nick! Nick!

Okay.

All right.

Get her, Nick!

Get her! Get her!

Kick her ass!

Route is clear. Come on!

That's it, pull her back tight!

Delta Team, move!

Bring target down!

Clear!

Who are you...

Where are you taking me?

What's happening?

Stay.

Make yourself comfortable.

Who the hell are you?

Who am I?

The more relevant question,
Mr. Morton,

is who exactly are you?

In theory, I know all about you.

Army reconnaissance, decorated soldier,

and page after page indicating a
deep and troubling moral turpitude.

But, you see, this file contains

nothing of any real value to me.

That's why I wanted to
see you face-to-face.

Who are you?

I'm a doctor.

A doctor.

Chemical pathology, neurosurgery.

Fellow of the Royal Society.

I'm also a lawyer.

My name is Jekyll.

Dr. Henry Jekyll.

There you are.

These days, I specialize
in immunology, perhaps.

Infectious disease, perhaps.

I would like, if I may,
Mr. Morton,

to tell you a story.

A story about a patient of mine.

A man of promise.

A man who believed he was beyond reproach

until he got ill.

The disease manifested itself
in subtle ways, at first.

And then it grew

into an overwhelming desire,
an unquenchable thirst...

...for chaos.

For the suffering of others.

He was quite fortunate.

He himself was a physician.

And if evil were a pathogen, he reasoned,

then there must surely be a cure.

I would like, if I may,
Mr. Morton,

to show you something.

Welcome to Prodigium,
Mr. Morton.

From the Latin, monstrum vel prodigium.

"A warning of monsters."

Forgive the state of things.

We had very little time
to prepare for our guest

and only the information
Jennifer provided to go on.

In truth, she works for us.

It's not an exact science, this business.

What?

And the business being?

Evil, Mr. Morton.

Recognize, contain, examine, destroy.

She is by far the most ancient
we've ever encountered.

What are you doing to her?

Embalming her with mercury.

At minus 38 degrees

the mercury in her veins will solidify,

and she should be safe for dissection then.

Dissection?
You said that we'd study her.

Yes, by dissection.

But she's a living witness to a
history that we barely know.

She's a threat, Jennifer.

Hold on, hold on.
So, where does that leave me?

Cursed, Mr. Morton.

This is not some common cold you have.

Some chicken soup and a good night's
sleep will not make it go away.

You have been selected as the
vessel for the ultimate evil.

And we are the only ones
who can rectify that.

No.

I was going to give him

eternal life.

Make him a living god.

You murdered your father.

I loved my father

with all my heart.

I only wanted his love in return.

You killed his wife.

Their child.

They were different times.

The Day of Awakening will soon be upon us.

You will become Set.

The world will fall to your desire.

You will have power of life over death.

And you will have me.

I will be your queen.

Just give in.

Nick.

Nick. Wake up.

Wake up.

They will kill you, just as they
killed my chosen before you.

It burns.

What?

It burns!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop!

Stop!

Stop it!

Stop!

Fascinating.

What was I supposed to tell you?

Would you even have believed me

if I'd said this place was real?

When Henry came to me,

I took the job because
we had a common interest.

So, you're using each other.

Now she's using you.

Look.

Despite what you might think,

despite my...

My better judgment,

I care about you.

Somewhere in there, fighting to get out,

is a good man.

You don't know that.

I do.

How?

You saved my life on that plane.

You gave me the only parachute
without hesitation.

I thought there was another one.

Mr. Morton.

Drink?

I think I've found something.

The "old" gods?

Your language is simple.

What you truly wish to know is

what lies beyond the veil of death.

To know what I have seen?

Yes.

And you will,

when I

kill you.

They have found the stone.

You brought my chosen here.

What do you think
they will do with him now?

Huh.

Welcome to a new world
of gods and monsters.

- Evil has many names, Mr. Morton.
- Mmm.

Take Set, for example.

Known to Egyptians as the god of death.

- Mmm.
- In the Old Testament, Satan, Lucifer.

- The devil.
- Quite so.

Yeah. Bad... Badness.
Got it.

So, you see, evil is the shadow

- that exists just outside our world...
- Uh-huh.

...continuously searching
for a way to come in.

For a way to become flesh and blood.

Either we wait for that day to arrive,

or we can fight it on our own terms.

Which brings me to you.

Me? Yeah, great.
Yes, Doc.

You said you could cure me of this curse.
Get rid of it.

So, let's do it, Doc.

What's your plan?

Mr. Morton,
these things are complex.

Yeah. I bet, I bet.

When one is dealing with
the salvation of humanity,

certain sacrifices must be made.

Excuse me, sir.

They found it.

Found what?

Henry.

Are you planning on killing him?

Kill?

- Jennifer...
- Kill who?

Mr. Morton, here,
essentially killed himself

when he severed the barrier chain

that had kept Ahmanet's power
imprisoned for 5,000 years.

He was chosen as her ideal candidate.

A thief, physically capable,
compulsively devious,

and utterly devoid of soul.

- What?
- What?

That's insane.

You want to put the stone in the
dagger and stab him with it?

Well, the dagger will allow
Set to enter his body,

and then, we obliterate it.

Wait, wait, wait.

You wanna stab me with that thing?

Intentionally?

Precisely what the Egyptians
should have done.

You see, they interrupted
a ritual in process,

and that is a mistake we cannot...

...afford to repeat.

What?

That's the plan?

Henry, you can't possibly do this.

That's your plan?

The dominoes are already falling.

We haven't much time.

Unfortunately, it is a risk we must take.

That's really your plan?

You heard Ahmanet.

Your curse cannot be broken.

I am truly sorry, Mr. Morton.

No matter what I do, you are going to die.

Yes, evil is a disease.

A pestilent, pustulant infection

burrowing its way into our souls.

The world needs a cure.

- You can be that cure.
- Stop.

- A sacrifice for the greater good!
- Just stop.

I'm not interested in that at all.

Okay.

- Don't!
- Give me the injector.

Okay, we're just gonna take a minute,

and we're all gonna
come up with a new plan.

- We have to go.
- You don't know what you're doing.

Really? I know
exactly what I'm doing.

Oh, my dear Henry Jekyll,

if ever I've seen Satan's
signature upon a face,

it is on that of your new friend.

Okay, hey, hey, hey!
Take it!

Now!

- Run, Mr. Morton.
- What?

Run!

Nick! Open the door!

You don't want that.

Stop! Jenny!

Stop!

They won't let me out, Nicholas.

They never do.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's happening?

Did you just shut down the mercury?

Pete?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You are a younger man,

but you'd best learn to be
wary of a man like me.

It's not me that wants
to kill you, it's Henry.

I have something more
collaborative in mind.

Oh, nice.

I'm offering you a partnership.

You, Evil Incarnate.

Me, your good friend, Eddie Hyde.

Think about it.

Jenny!

Oh, come on.

Jenny, stop!

Come on, son.
Think about it.

Mayhem, chaos, destruction.

The ladies will love us.

Come here.

I do enjoy the countenance of pain.

Well done, Mr.
Morton. Well done.

Come on. We have to
destroy the stone.

- What?
- No stone, no ritual.

No ritual...

- No curse.
- Yes.

I know where it is.

Nick! Nick!

Just wait, wait.
Which way out?

I don't know.

Hello?

She's out! She has the dagger.

We think she's coming to you.
So are we.

Lock your doors and secure that stone.

Nick! Nick!

Let's go!

I know where the stone is!

Let's go!

Wow, that was intense!

Okay, follow me.

We're heading
to the Crusader burial chamber.

We'll make our entry through the
Northwest train tunnels. Over.

This is the moment, Nick.

This is the moment!

Yeah, you're damn right.

I'm gonna take you to that
stone, deliver you to Ahmanet,

then my work here is done.

What?

Nick?

Jenny?

Hey, buddy.

Ahmanet is never going to let her live.

You can't save her.

Oh, no! Move!

Nick?

Nick?

Nick?

- You shouldn't be here.
- I followed you!

Go, go, go!

Are you okay? Are you okay?

- Where are we?
- I don't know.

I don't know.

Are you okay?

- I'm scared.
- Just look at me.

We're gonna figure this out.
Just...

You just stay with me, please.

We're gonna figure this out.
Okay? You just stay with me.

Just stay with me.
We'll figure this out.

Okay, it's gonna be okay...

Ah! No! Jenny!

Jenny! No! No!

Don't!

Let go!

Jenny!

Jenny! Jenny!

No!

Don't blame yourself.

She was always doomed.

There are worse fates than death.

Come to me.

It hurts.

I know.

Let me take the pain away.

Give in to me.

Oh. Uh...

Give in.

Give in.

When it's over,

you will thank me.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

We're just never gonna happen.

And it's not me.

It's you.

Thief.

Wait!

Destroy the stone and all is lost.

You will be a living god.

You will have power of life over death.

Give it to me,

my chosen.

Give it to me,

my love.

Setepa-i.

Somewhere in there,
I know you're a good man.

The world needs a cure.

You can be that cure.

A sacrifice for the greater good!

Jenny.

Jenny.

Wake up, wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Jenny.

Jenny.

Jenny, please, wake up.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Just, please, wake up.

Jenny.

Wake up, please.

Just...

Jenny, please, just wake up!

Nick? Nick.

Nick. Nick.

Nick...

Nick.

Nick. Nick?

Stop!

Stop. Please.

I don't know what I am.

I don't want to hurt you, Jenny.

You're alive.

You're alive.

I'm so glad you're alive.

Oh, Nick.

You did this for me?

Yes.

I have made so many, many mistakes.

But not this time.

Not you.

I don't want to hurt you.

I never wanted to hurt you.

You won't.

Didn't see this coming, did we?

They're coming for me.

I wish we had more time.

I'll find you.

Goodbye, Jenny.

You were wrong about Nick.

He gave his life to save me.

To bring me back.

Yes, Jennifer.

He found his redemption, but at great cost.

He is a monster now.

He is also still a man.

A good man.

Perhaps.

Yet he has only begun
to discover his power.

And we cannot know which side will win out.

Between darkness and light,

good or evil.

Hey, Nick? Nick.

I'm really glad to be here.

I mean, thank you for bringing me

back to life and everything, Nick.

But what are we even doing here?

Where are we going?

Come on, my friend.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Oh, no.

Whatever human part of him remains

will search the world over
for a way to break the curse.

To find a cure.

Yet evil never rests.

And it will call to him

always.

Henry, he used his power to stop Ahmanet.

You know more than anyone
he could be our greatest ally.

Perhaps.

Sometimes, it does take a
monster to fight a monster.