Come work for the city people!
Come over here!
Let's go. It's honest work. Come on.
I have other things to keep me busy.
Come over here!
I would have liked us to stay together,
but I'm a stranger here, and I have to work so I can stay.
We'll meet at the end of the day by the port.
Good-bye, brother.
Everything here seems obscure and silent.
A whole dynasty's lost tombs.
What you're saying is hard to believe.
I've walked all the paths on this mountain, and they're all abandoned.
Some accursed person is the link between those tombs
and the itinerant merchants.
I'll evacuate all inhabitants from the vicinity of the mountain.
I'll arrest anyone who comes near.
And we'll lose the only evidence that could lead us one day to those lost tombs.
You don't know how defiant the mountain people are.
They don't care about us, nor do they respect the law.
In fact they make us feel like intruders.
Therefore, at the moment I don't see any reason why they would surrender.
They'll surrender, because each of us knows the other's strength.
I can wait in front of this mountain.
Nothing is disturbing me.
But they can't wait for long.
That's my only strength.
Somewhere on this mountain
lie the pharaohs of the 11th Dynasty.
This whole area is under our surveillance,
along with all the paths that lead to the Valley of the Kings.
Those tombs might not be in the Valley of the Kings.
Only the tombs of the 18th, 19th and 20th Dynasties are there.
And they were all pillaged three thousand years ago,
when the Pharaonic Empire collapsed.
Those were the greatest pharaohs.
What destiny did they all meet?
Ahmos, the liberator of the Nile valley,
his son Amenhotep, and all the dynasties that followed them.
I walk among them and I find their tombs empty and dark,
like caves in the belly of the mountain.
Like deep wounds in the belly of the mountain.
The ruins of their funerary temples lie all along the valley,
a temple for each pharaoh.
Thutmose III, the conqueror of the first empire in history.
Seti I and his son Ramses II,
whose legendary name a whole dynasty bore.
His temple is there, along with the temple of Ramses III.
What's that sound?
It's the sound of the mourners of that mountain tribe.
Their leader died yesterday,
and was buried at the foot of the mountain, as is their custom.
Tell me about that tribe.
They're herders whose history goes back five centuries.
The famous tribe of the Hurabat.
They never leave the mountain.
They have no relations with the people of the valley.
I've been observing them for some time.
Do you know him?
No.
You!
Keep quiet.
Sir.
Please come inside, out of this tiresome wind.
Nobody must see us,
neither the city people nor anyone else. Come in.
Would you like to know why they've come here?
It seems that a papyrus fell into the hands of the leader of the city people.
That Ayyub has grown old and negligent.
Did you talk to him?
To whom?
To the leader of the city people.
Yes... no.
So how did you find out?
From their assistants. They are truly cunning young men.
They say this papyrus came from a tomb,
and of course you know better than anyone.
The whole mountain belongs to you.
Forgive me, sir.
This talk of the city people has distracted me
and made me forget the rules of hospitality.
Please honour me by coming in.
I have guests who are dear to you and to whom you are dear, and who will be glad to see you.
Our leader is welcome.
Don't worry about the city people, as the elders of the tribe do.
I don't care about the city people.
That's a good quality for a leader to have.
But is it wise for the leader to trust strangers?
He's just a passing stranger.
He works for the city people.
And they're passing strangers, too.
How many strangers will come to the mountain to help themselves to it, son of Salim?
I don't need your words in order to know who I am.
Forget your sorrows, Wanis.
Yesterday will never return.
Murad... Murad!
What's going on here?
I'll bring it to you, sir. I'll bring it.
Whatever you want.
You're truly an extraordinary merchant, cousin.
He wouldn't give me the beautiful girl.
What's going on here?! And for whom?!
For whom?! Aren't I better than a piece of gold?
Be quiet, woman, and go!
Come here, my treasure. They're talking about business.
What's happened to you, Wanis?
— We'll do business with Murad, since he gives us what we want. — Of course, of course.
Everything in the mountain must be shared with the whole tribe.
We'll share it with you.
Everything in the mountain must be shared with the whole tribe.
Are you prepared you say that to the city people?
You're a leader now.
Why should we share with the elders of the tribe,
and lose half of what we find?
The mountain no longer belongs to them alone.
By the heavens, what should I call you?
Your cousins and lifelong companions.
This is the companionship of scorpions!
Jackals! You live on the flesh of those who feed you!
How can you talk to us like that in front of strangers?!
As if you had any shame!
Enough! We're still cousins.
Not at all!
Be angry at Ayyub.
Don't be angry at your cousins.
He's the one who deceived your tribe.
I know this very well,
because I've worked with him.
Come back, sir.
Don't go out in this windstorm.
Come here, jewel.
Don't be afraid.
I can give more than Ayyub.
Ayyub will come today to take the golden eye.
Why shouldn't I take it?
I'm always here, serving you.
— A vile service. — Perhaps. But Ayyub is the one who taught me.
That's how Ayyub started here.
Beware if you cross my path someday, Murad.
Or any of you.
We'll meet again.
Never.
The Hurabat know only the path that goes up the mountain.
Go back, Ayyub!
The guards are everywhere.
Salim, whom you know, is dead.
Let's leave, Ayyub.
There's no life for us here anymore.
Another Salim will come.
This is the monthly appointment.
Another Salim will come.
Pay for this and go, Ayyub.
How is Shaykh Salim?
He died. And it's dangerous for his brother to go out carrying this.
What else?
He says it would be safest for you to sell it piece by piece.
All is not well with the tribe.
Ah.
Where are his sons?
Go, Ayyub. Don't ask questions. I've said enough already.
We won't see Murad again.
Has he left?
No, sir.
Now he can do business with a hundred different people.
That scoundrel!
Your father's death saddened me as it saddened you.
I was only kept away by the risks that you're well aware of.
You're not welcome here anymore.
Since when you do dare to talk to me that way, young man?
Has your inheritance made you that arrogant?
For whom do you speak?
For myself and my brother.
This trade will not go on any longer.
So what other trade do you know?
You don't even know about this.
Give it back to me, my son.
Don't call me your son.
Yes, my son.
Your father was more than a brother to me.
Give it back.
Stop, you viper!
Give it back to me.
I've already paid for it.
All the wealth of your hungry tribe came out of my own pocket.
You're the cause of all this misery.
Do you want to do business with Murad?
Take it from him even if it costs him his life.
There will be no business anymore.
Let the men of your tribe writhe in hunger and your women carry wood!
You've condemned your tribe!
Wait.
Have mercy on me, son of Salim.
So you know my name now?
Were there three of them?
Don't think badly of me. I'm leaving.
They threatened to kill me if I don't leave before this evening.
Wait.
What are those city people doing at the foot of the mountain?
You worked with them.
I don't know.
I told them I don't know.
Don't be afraid of me.
I'm wounded like you.
I have enough pain, son of Salim.
Stranger, my pain is the whole life I've lived.
A pain I can't understand.
Tell me clearly, for conjectures have drawn me out of my home and muddled my thoughts.
I stand in front of this mountain, incapable.
Its silence fills me with anger, though a portion of it belongs to me.
Answer me! What are they looking for in it?
They already have as much wealth as the mountain contains!
They say they're looking for a people on top of whose ruins we now live.
They call them the ancestors.
They read their writing and their names on stone.
They care about them and want to preserve...
Enough! They're dead! Dead!
Nobody knows their parents or children.
You've said enough. You've made the stones seem alive before my eyes.
Sir.
Why have you followed me here?
A curse on the day when I have to bring you bad news.
A curse on the awful day when they'll hurt you, too.
Who's going to hurt me?
A curse on the day I was born.
Say what you have to say, and go.
Your tribe... your flesh and blood...
Hit me... kill me... I can't say it.
It's horrible!
Talk, Murad. Don't play with words.
Your brother, may God have mercy on his soul, has been killed.
Liar! How dare you make up such a thing?!
It's the truth! I swear...
Don't touch it!
I'm a wretch. Everyone hates me.
Prove what you say. Who killed him? Talk!
The boat that your brother left on,
a boat marked with two palms like a butterfly, moored outside the village:
its owners are waiting to be paid for their despicable act.
Your uncle disappeared all day.
They say he's looking for you.
He doesn't trust you with the secret.
Unlike your brother, may God have mercy on his soul.
Wanis... sir...
You and I know what we want.
Ayyub has sent for me, and he'll take everything.
Everything.
Yes, Ayyub will take everything.
He'll deceive you and your tribe again.
He's always done that.
He brought me here. I was alone, a stranger, like a dog.
You're young and strong,
and you can climb the mountain
faster than your uncle or Ayyub.
Take me with you.
Sort yourself out now.
If you don't, your uncle will take everything.
And if he doesn't, the city people will soon get to him.
And what will be left for us?
We aren't like the people of the valley.
Believe me. I know how and where Ayyub does business.
All the gold will be ours.
We'll sell it in Cairo.
Have you seen the dead, Murad?
What?!
Stop, sir! Stop!
There must be another way up to the mountain.
Stop, sir! They're scoundrels!
They'll arrest you and torture you until you tell them the secret.
— Go away! — They won't pay you anything, sir.
We'll do business however you want.
I'll be a brother to you.
Get away from me, you wretch!
You won't get to them, son of Salim.
You won't take a single step.
You won't get to them.
Who's there?
Hold your fire.
Stop! Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!
Who's there?
A man in tattered clothing, sir!
Let him approach.
Turn off that spotlight.
What do you want?
Are you the leader of these city people?
Let him approach.
— Do you know him? — No.
Come closer!
Why did you come to the mountain with all this equipment?
You own more than all the gold of the dead.
What do you know about the gold of the dead?
Who are you?
The son of Shaykh Salim, and his only heir.
Won't you welcome me in your house?
Welcome.
You mustn't be alone with that man.
I won't leave you alone.
I'll listen to what he wants to say.
I'll arrest him.
You don't have any charges against him or his tribe.
I'll talk to you alone.
And I'll talk to the son of Salim.
Welcome to my house.
We are the high priests of Amon.
In the 10th year of Pennedjem, the high priest,
we found the remains of the god and pharaoh Seti I.
It had been defiled in its safe resting place
and its gold sarcophagus had been stolen.
There we strove to move the god's body in secret
to another safe hiding place.
I read the name of the pharaoh Ahmos.
18th Dynasty.
The pharaoh Amenhotep.
I have come to look after you and protect you from what has harmed you
Here are your bones, joining together,
and your heart, returning to you,
and your enemies crushed under your feet.
Here you are in your beautiful form,
alive, resurrected again every morning as a youth.
I was hoping to discover a tomb from the 21st Dynasty,
but I've found what seems to be a cache of pharaohs from five dynasties,
from the 19th to the 21st.
How were they all moved here?
The writing on some of the sarcophagi
indicates that they were moved here by the remaining priests of Amon
three thousand years ago,
when the the tombs of the Valley of the Kings were pillaged.
The priests put the mummies of the pharaohs
in these humble sarcophagi
after their gold sarcophagi were stolen.
How many men do you have on board the ship?
Only 20,
and four assistants here with me.
What do we do now?
We could be attacked by the tribe of the Hurabat at any moment.
And they have more men than all of us together!
— How many sarcophagi are there? — About 40.
Prepare to move them on board the ship.
Extinguish all the torches so no sign of our work is visible.
I'll bring back all the trusted men from the valley immediately.
Don't let anyone suspect what we're undertaking.
Put out the torches!
Put out the torches! Put out the torches!
Ramses II.
Number seven.
Thutmose III.
Be careful! We're passing through the area of the Hurabat.
Attack them!
This is our last chance.
Attack them!
The dead?!
Was that our life?
Nobody must see me with you.
Go to the city people, you filth.
Let him go.
They've reached the valley.
Rise, for you will not perish.
You have been called by your name.
You have been resurrected.