The Extraordinary Adventures
of Adèle Blanc-Sec
Ferdinand Choupard is a minor character in our story.
Nonetheless, he is where this adventure begins,
as he wandered home after an evening spent playing cards
and sipping a marvellous 1 2-year-old malt whisky.
It was November 4th, 1 911 ,
at 1 o'clock in the morning.
The streets were empty with a chilly nip in the air.
Yet, at the same time, exactly 953 metres from there,
the city was jumping.
On stage, Nicole Gambert, or Nini-Ies-Gambettes,
kicked up a storm.
The enthusiastic audience revelled in the show.
Every evening was a triumph.
From the gent over there.
And every evening for nearly a month, Raymond Pointrenaud,
a former Prefect, celebrated his promotion to Paris
as Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs.
MeanwhiIe, Ferdinand had barely travelled the 280 metres
that separate La Concorde
from Place des Pyramides.
Don't be shy!
You've seen others!
Oh my God!
Ferdinand's visions were in fact
an optical illusion.
The frenzied lights
came from the home of Professor Marie-Joseph Esperandieu.
This eminent scientist and expert on Ancient Egypt
had obtained a degree in physics aged only 1 6.
His research culminated 35 years later
in a book with the evocative titIe,
Is There A Life After Death?
At the same moment, across the Seine,
the question seemed to have been settled long ago.
Yet, on the first floor,
a Iife form that contravened the Iaws of science
was about to give the scientist his answer.
As the century's most amazing experiment
took place before our eyes,
lnspector Albert Caponi had his tightly shut.
Of course, had he seen the pterodactyl fly by his window,
our story would have been drastically different,
but for now no one could blame the inspector for his somnolence.
His stoutness and perseverance had previously earned him
a good many distinctions,
including the Medal of Merit
for solving the mystery of the missing persons of Dreux asylum.
He was decorated on August 28th, 1 907,
by the Prefect Raymond Pointrenaud in person.
Raymond! What are you doing?
Let my little bird land on your branches.
You devil! Nothing arouses me more than poetry.
- Really? - Yes!
As the night recedes
The sap in the branch prepares to rise
And the bird in the nest to open its eyes...
Goodness me!
Drive normally, can't you?
Caponi speaking.
In the Seine?
Oh my God!
Help me find the words.
This young man's a scientist, too, but a humbIe assistant,
working at the Botanical Gardens.
His name's Zborowsky and he's 23.
Science isn't his only passion.
He has another, more voracious one.
Dear. . .
Miss Adèle. . .
What if she's married? Or even worse, widowed?
Yes, his second passion
is unconditional love for Miss AdèIe BIanc-Sec.
A passion she provoked with these few words...
Who's it for?
First name, perhaps?
Yes.
Which is?
Andrej, with a J, as in jaguar.
I'd love one.
Ajaguar.
For Andrej with a J as in jaguar
Thank you!
Andrej Zborowsky was definitively lost to science.
As for Adèle Blanc-Sec and her sense of humour,
they had set off on a new adventure,
much Iess monstrous and much more exotic,
since her publisher had sent her to Peru
to unravel the mystery of the Iast Incas.
Something you should know about Adèle, to really understand her...
She Iistens to her instincts, not her publisher.
Aziz, how many hours' ride to the rendezvous?
In this heat, at least six, Miss Adèle.
Very well. Let's move out.
- What's "move" in Arabic? - Yalla , Miss Adèle.
And "Move, you ass, or you're dead"?
Stop!
Is this it?
I think so.
Very well.
You need to drink a lot of water in this heat.
These are the two men I told you about.
A cup of tea before the drop?
I look like I drink tea?
- Is this the tomb room? - Not yet.
It's the embalming room,
where the mummies were prepared.
The bodies were gutted on the altar
and the entrails thrown in these pots.
Then, after a quick wash,
they were powdered, made up and dressed.
- What was this for? - Made-to-measure suits.
The body goes here and the machine wraps it in 20 layers of bandages.
Not to mention the oil,
squirted between each layer.
What kind of oil is it?
No idea, but it worked a treat.
Found it!
Yes, this is it.
Gents, let's see your treasure.
Death. . .
is the only path. . .
that leads. . .
to birth.
Your journey ends here, darling.
To thank you for your cooperation,
we'll spare your life.
Get lost!
Fine Egyptian hospitality!
Yes, but he's not Egyptian.
Great. . .
A peculiarly inflammable mix of oil and petroleum.
Enter with even a tiny match
and there'll be fireworks.
Let me know when your gentlemen's club is open to women.
Excuse me.
Just as I thought.
Miss!
After careful consideration, we accept your application.
Allow me to save my emotion for later.
That's that bit done.
Hold on a sec. . .
Where'd you learn all this?
There are only two ways. Be Egyptian or learn to read.
Amazing!
Allah is great!
Here he is. . .
C'mon, they're down there!
Even without the stone, it's very heavy.
How will we ever get it out?
In tombs like this, there's a way in and a way out. Find it.
Yes, Miss Adèle.
Open it.
Opening a pharaoh's tomb is sacrilege.
You can hang for that.
What punishment for taking his gold?
None.
Beware, you witch!
I won't leave without my gold.
I fear you're right.
Money can't buy happiness, Aziz.
Open it!
That's your pharaoh?
No, a doctor.
If it's for a consultation, miss, you may be a bit late.
However, I know a specialist institute in Cairo,
where the doctors would be delighted to examine you.
I'm fine, thank you.
Except for the nausea I feel in your presence, Prof. Dieuleveult.
Still the same caustic sense of humour, my dearAdèle.
You'll need it.
Meanwhile, tell me why a great reporter like you
is here looting tombs.
Not looting, borrowing.
Of course! You're taking him for a walk
to get some fresh air.
Patmosis is a professor of medicine, Ramses II's personal doctor.
The greatest medical expert in Ancient Egypt.
Fortunately, because. . .
I need his expertise.
Would that be to cure humankind?
No, just my sister.
She's ill.
How very thoughtful and touching!
But has it crossed your mind that your professor is...
dead?
I'd noticed, thank you.
How will you resuscitate him?
May I?
Is There A Life After Death?
That old fool, Esperandieu?
He's barely able to spin a chair round.
He'll be dead before he revives this old mummy!
Mind your language!
Mummies hear everything we say and detest disrespect.
You're scaring me!
After the Ice Monster, here comes the Sand Zombie!
Watch out, he's a real grouch!
My dearAdèle,
I confess I'm one of your most avid readers,
but this is by far the silliest story you've ever told.
Take her away!
- The way out? - I checked every wall. Nothing.
- It must be in the middle. - The tomb's in the middle.
See? You found it.
Damn goo!
You know the punishment for tomb raiders?
- Hanging. - For locals only.
Foreigners are given more consideration and a swift death.
More protocol, but much less pain.
Miss!
A last wish perhaps?
It's not very good for my health,
but I'd appreciate a cigarette.
Why not?
One won't kill you!
Thank you.
It's magnificent.
Yes.
May I?
Yes.
A gift, I suppose?
A memento, actually.
My father. On his death.
It's better this way. Whenever I use it, I think of him.
I'd like to give you a souvenir.
Really?
Whenever you use it, think of me.
Into my arms!
Forgive me the sudden intimacy.
Excuse me, my good man!
Cairo?
Thanks.
May I?
Put him on the table.
Calm down.
Careful!
We'll take care of you.
Oxygen!
Calm down, Professor.
We're nearly there.
I'll kill her!
Oxygen!
I'll kill her!
Breathe in!
Blow out!
Fifty!
Mr. Choupard,
how can I believe a man with 50% alcohol on his breath?
I swear it's true, Commissioner.
Inspector.
Inspector, yes. The bird swooped onto the car
and pecked it to pieces!
And Prefo Pectoral. . .
- Prefect Pointrenaud was aboard. - Ex-Prefect.
And he had a scantily clad woman next to him.
A scantily clad woman?
With Pointrenaud, founder of Christian Aid? Nonsense!
I know, but I saw her!
Like you saw Joan ofArc ablaze once more.
Sir. . .
We've identified three passengers in the vehicle.
Pointrenaud,
his driver,
and. . .
Good Lord!
What did I tell you?
To the drunk tank!
I'm innocent!
It's the big bird that did it! I was just going home.
Gentlemen. . .
Until we find out more about this tragedy,
I'm relying on you to keep this case. . .
confidential.
Of course, sir.
- Not a word to the press. - No, sir.
The Prefect and the Showgirl!
Their Dance with Death!
Get The Little Parisian today!
Giant Bird Preys on the Capital!
Get The Little Parisian!
Monster Kills Prefect! Police Clueless!
Read all about it!
There you are, sir.
Monster Kills Prefect! Police Clueless!
A pterodactyl? How grotesque!
They'll do anything to sell their rag.
Even Le Gaulois has run it. They'll panic people, that's all.
Probably. It's the talk of the town.
Send poor Pointrenaud's widow our condolences.
Yes, Mr. President.
A Prefect with a showgirl, perhaps.
But a pterodactyl? In the 20th century!
You sent for me, sir?
Yes.
Call the Interior.
Good morning, sir.
This pterodactyl business sounds serious.
It couId be anarchists up to their tricks.
Look into it and keep me informed.
Leave it to me, sir.
Call the Prefect.
Minister.
This pterodactyl business is dragging on.
The President wants resuIts this week.
I'll take care of it, sir.
Call Police Headquarters.
- Yes? - Dugommier?
Who's on the pterodactyl case?
Captain Poissard.
Hardly surprising it's going nowhere!
We need more energy.
A sleuth!
Give him 72 hours to obtain results.
I'm on the job, sir.
Get me Cheval!
We have to solve this fast.
Look lively!
- You have 48 hours. - Consider it done, sir.
What a mess!
Caponi speaking.
ChevaI here.
Good morning, Commissioner.
I've put you on the pterodactyl case. Don't let me down.
Our reputation's at stake.
I'll do my best, sir.
You have 24 hours.
Thank you, sir.
Where'd an animal like that come from?
Look. . .
It wasn't like that.
Of course not, Andrej. This egg's always been in my care.
What happened?
Yesterday, an attendant noticed broken glass.
He blamed it on a careless visitor
and simply replaced the glass.
People are so clumsy!
It's more complicated than that.
Look at the remains of the shell.
Most are still connected to the amniotic membrane,
as if the force that cracked the egg
came from. . .
The inside?
Exactly.
But that would mean the egg. . .
Hatched, Zborowsky.
After 1 35 million years' gestation,
it emerged from its shell and flew away.
Through there!
In that case,
could it be related to the pterodactyl in the press?
You'd have made an excellent policeman.
Professor Menard?
- Yes? - Inspector Caponi.
What can I do for you?
I'm in charge of the petrodactyl case.
Pterodactyl.
That's what I said.
Seeing the bone collection in your museum,
I thought maybe you could help.
I'm strictly a Cretaceous man.
I'd suggest you see a specialist in the Jurassic.
Look, I have 24 hours to solve this.
I can't go visiting Jura.
Let me find you a specialist in Paris in that case.
Most kind of you.
Say. . .
That egg. . .
It'd make a heck of an omelette.
Please follow me.
Yes, of course.
I'll keep you informed of developments.
Please do.
Goodbye.
Come on. . .
Don't be scared. Come on.
Look what I've got for you.
Smells good.
This is it, sir.
Up there.
Excellent!
Fetch me a black coffee and something to nibble on.
I can't think on an empty stomach.
You want more?
Eat, my baby, eat!
That's good, my baby.
Yes? What do you want?
I have some questions for you about the ferodactyl.
Pterodactyl, sir.
I was told you're a specialist.
Yes, that's right.
But this isn't a. . .
I was about to eat.
Perfect, that's our speciality.
Well, please come in then.
Goodness, it's dark in here.
I'm very sensitive to light.
Please, take a seat.
Thanks, Jeannot.
May I? I haven't eaten in 2 days.
Go ahead.
So, how can I be of help?
Tell me about the animal.
What it eats, where it sleeps. . .
We know very little about its habits.
We do know it's a carnivore.
Quite right! Nothing beats a rare rib of beef!
What's that?
It's the toucan.
Please go on, Professor.
It has a wingspan of about. . .
6 metres,
and can fly for hours on end,
looking for food. . .
to take back to the nest.
There's a nest of them?
No, I mean... There's only one.
But at the time, when they had a mate,
finding food
and building a nest
were their main activities.
Mating took place once a year
and for reasons as yet unknown,
they only laid one egg at a time.
Which explains their aggressive nature,
especially. . .
when it came to defending their one. . .
and only offspring.
Amazing!
Sir, the toucan's. . .
It's because of the egg.
It was too much for him.
The man's deranged!
Take him away!
Sorry.
Need a porter?
I wouldn't say no.
François-Xavier? How kind.
My only hope of seeing you, my dear,
as you travel far and near,
is if I lie in wait for you here.
Very good!
Gently! It's fragile.
Yes, ma'am.
28, Rue Dufour, please.
So?
Peru?
Far! Very far.
And very high.
Indeed.
You made it up Machu Picchu?
Every morning.
Every morning!
Is it indiscreet to ask
what treasure you bring us in that fine box?
A pipe. An Andean pipe.
The large model.
That's all?
A sacred pipe I wrenched from the tomb of the last Inca king.
- No! - Yes!
Fatal for the uninitiated player, so don't touch.
Definitely not.
Tell me, my good man, is this a cab or a B&B?
I'd love to get moving, lady,
but these damn nags are blocking the road.
When will they ban horses from Paris?
This is the 20th century!
So. . .
Besides that, everything okay?
What hocus-pocus have you brought back now?
Miranda, mind your language and help with the bags.
It's obvious you don't do the cleaning.
All very nice, your old relics,
but they don't half collect dust.
I'll take care of this one personally.
What's all this mail?
The young man from the Botanical Gardens.
A letter a day,
and two Monday to make up for Sunday.
Reminds me of my youth in Andalusia, in my mother's family.
There was a young picador, strong as his bulls. . .
How did it go then?
Fine.
She's been very good.
But she eats less and less. Soon she'll be skin and bone.
We'll take good care of her. Thank you, Miranda,
for your patience, your time and your advice!
So, the young lady refuses to eat?
Now you look so unhealthy.
You need some blusher.
You're as pretty as ever.
I hope Miranda didn't bore you with Andalusia.
I was in Egypt. I have a surprise for you.
Meet Patmosis, personal physician of Ramses II, the great pharaoh.
Medically, they were so advanced.
Their preservation techniques prove it.
Nobody's ever done better.
I'm sure with all his secrets, he'll soon have you on your feet.
As soon as I find the man who can revive him.
Sir?
I'm very sorry, Miss Blanc-Sec.
I was about to slip you a note.
I'd no idea you were back.
I was about to go out.
I won't keep you.
I hope not.
Here. . .
Number them, so I know where to begin.
Forget the others.
I mean, you can read them later.
That one's the most important.
It's the first one I'll read in the bath.
Really?
I read my mail in the bath.
Esperandieu Sentenced To Death
Beautiful home.
What?
I mean, beautifully decorated.
What's this pterodactyl?
Exactly.
That's what my. . .
- Which prison has a death row? - La Santé.
Can I do something to help?
Drink to my health!
Esperandieu, your lawyer to see you.
Your client, sir.
Miss Blanc-Sec? What are you doing here?
Professor, I found Patmosis' mummy.
That's impossible.
True, but I did. And don't ask me how.
Where is it now?
At home. Waiting for you.
I fear it will have to wait some more.
I don't see how I can get out of here.
Anyway, my mind is too busy controlling the bird.
- The pterodactyl? - Yes.
I wanted to refine my technique while you were in Egypt.
I brought to life an egg over 1 35 million years old.
Perfect! A 4,000-year-old mummy will be child's play.
Perhaps, but the bird exhausts me.
Whenever I doze off,
its killer instinct takes over. I must stop it.
My sister first, then your giant insect.
That's fine by me, but how will you get me out?
Trust your lawyer.
Sir?
I'm here to see my client, Esperandieu.
Mr. Saint Hubert, can we have a comment?
Hold back the reporters!
Gentlemen, calm down!
Let him speak!
I cut short my African trip at the government's behest.
They have asked me to dispatch this pterodactyl.
It's a great honour to put my talent at the service of the nation.
Mr. Saint Hubert, what approach will you use?
First, we'll track it down,
to study its behaviour and habits.
How will you find it?
Quite simply, by raising our sights.
Anything good today?
Pigeon.
- You've saved my life. - Don't mention it.
Come out, wherever you are.
It's right here, Caponi.
- I can sense it. - Wonderful.
What is it exactly?
Mutton! That's what it is.
Really?
Categorically. Trust me, I know my droppings.
It's the best way to track an animal.
We're making progress, Caponi. Progress!
Wonderful.
In the bowl, there's a badge.
You're Armand Petit-Blanchard, head cook.
Armand what?
Petit-Blanchard, I said!
Someone stole my badge from my locker.
Hands off me!
Get out!
That's enough now!
Right. . .
I need a better plan.
Sorry, no more paté.
Not to worry.
Unless I'm mistaken, it could find sheep in 3 places.
Montmartre in the north,
the colonial exhibition in the east,
or the Botanical Gardens.
That's right.
Let's go!
By the grace of God!
Thank you, my son.
Don't touch!
Hurry up, let's go!
As Daddy would say, a battle that seems lost is the most exciting.
Up and at 'em!
The farmer's counted the herd twice. None missing.
Fine! Let's go!
My sheep!
I'm so sorry.
It just went off.
Bertrand?
Get a vet.
Cell 28. It's for his jab.
Sorry.
Professor?
Wake up! It's time to go.
Would you be so kind as to come back later?
I really am very tired.
That takes the biscuit!
Six Poitou goats, four Vanoise chamois,
fifteen Larzac ewes and. . .
nine, ten, twelve mountain sheep from Jura.
Jura?
All present and correct!
Good. On to the Botanical Gardens. The noose is tightening.
We'll launch our assault at first light.
Corporal!
You're relieved!
Fine by me.
Good luck!
I hope you had a good sleep. We have to go now.
- What are you doing here? - It's not by choice.
Where's the Professor?
They transferred him last night.
Always do before the execution.
Execution?
The guillotine, tomorrow at dawn.
It can't be. . .
Unfortunately, it can. Unless. . .
- He gets a pardon. - Pardon?
Yes.
Here. . .
I pardon you.
Go on, fetch!
Good boy, Nelson!
Mr. President,
Miss Blanc-Sec's here.
She has nothing on her.
What? Nothing on her?
We searched her. She's unarmed.
Go on!
Come on, Nelson!
Good boy!
My dear Miss Blanc-Sec!
Mr. President.
You know I have a fond memory of that interview. . .
When was it?
January 1 8th, 1 906. The day after you were elected.
It was my first interview.
And the last time I laughed so much.
Yes, I was appalling.
You were charming.
So, what can I do for you?
Well. . .
As President, you often criticise the death penalty.
I've pardoned 1 7 condemned men in my first term.
Precisely.
Please, pardon one more.
Professor Esperandieu.
Due for execution tomorrow. He's innocent.
I know his case.
We have 3 dead bodies, including a Prefect.
He didn't kill them. It was a prehistoric beast!
Only the Professor can control it.
Without him, how many bodies will there be?
Miss, we have put our finest men on the case.
We even called in a big game hunter from Africa
to dispatch the animal.
Nelson!
Fetch your ball!
Esperandieu is a fine scholar.
His research keeps science going forward.
By taking his life, you condemn so many others.
I promise I'll think it over.
Thank you, sir.
What's wrong? Your ball's over there!
Come on! Look!
What's up? Seen a ghost?
See? Your ball's over here.
Come and fetch it!
Into my arms!
Sorry.
Get off him!
Take your paws off me!
Let me go!
- Are you hurt, sir? - I'm fine.
I'm warning you, I do jiu-jitsu.
Let me go or I'll press charges!
Find Nelson!
Eyes open, Caponi!
Both are wide open, honestly.
Vigilance and patience are the hunter's watchwords.
Tell me, Saint Hubert,
could I nip off for a minute for some food?
Out of the question!
We are at war, my friend.
One day I hunted a tiger lying low in a Bengali temple.
We went three days without food.
Three days!
Yes.
Incredible! How did you do it?
I started by consulting all the books in the library,
which confirmed the animal's sedentary nature.
So I got the idea to collect the fragments of its egg
and put them in a quiet place.
Then I left out some choice cuts of beef,
so it wouldn't decimate our herd of Corsican sheep.
Zborowsky. . .
You're a genius!
It's nothing really.
Just a little intuition.
With intuition like that,
you must sweep the ladies off their feet, my young friend!
That depends on the lady.
Are there two L's in Adèle?
I wish, but I just have two legs.
Two legs?
Adèle. A-D-È-L-E.
Blanc-Sec. Like the wine. Dry white, you know.
Yes, I know dry whites.
Marvellous!
Go ahead. From the beginning.
To cure my sister, I went to Egypt, not Peru, to find a doctor,
Patmosis, a charming but mummified fellow.
Prof. Esperandieu was supposed to wake him,
not the damn pterodactyl he should've left alone,
given its attack on the President and his pet.
The petero. . .
No, the pet's the dog.
I summoned up all my courage and threw myself on the President.
A heroic but calculated gesture,
intended to secure a pardon for the Professor to save my sister.
I was arrested for attacking him.
Do I look like a terrorist?
No.
So the bird dunked on Nelson.
Dunked?
Clear? Can I go home now?
Yes. However. . .
One tiny detail escapes me.
Which is?
Who is. . . Whose is. . .
Whose is the dog?
Right. . .
Do you have to speak in Morse, or we'll be all night?
I save the President and that's the thanks I get?
You louts!
Things didn't quite go to plan, little sis.
I need a bath to gather my wits.
My God!
- Yes? - Into my arms!
I read your letter.
- Which one? - About the pterodactyl.
You're a genius, Andrej.
Let's go. The taxi's waiting downstairs.
Right away.
This way.
See? I wasn't telling you lies.
Incredible!
Be careful, Miss Adèle.
Don't worry, I've cracked tougher nuts.
Birdy, birdy. . .
It prefers meat.
Really?
Silly me.
Where are you from, my beauty?
I don't mean you!
In any case,
you have beautiful plumage.
In truth,
if your voice is the equal of your coat. . .
Fine.
Clearly no ancestor of the nightingale.
Watch out, it might think you're a goat.
You smooth-talker.
No, I meant. . .
- I'm usually called bird names. - Really?
My dove. . .
My chickadee. . .
My feathery thing!
Actually. . .
You want my feathers, don't you?
My feathery thing...
Feathers of IittIe birdies...
Or of animaIs...
Incredible!
There you go, that's good.
Now we're friends, I have a favour to ask of you.
Surely you're not going to. . .
It'd be rude not to.
It's madness!
It can't be more complicated than a camel.
It can.
Watch out! The tree!
There we are.
You're unbelievable, Miss Blanc-Sec.
Now we've mastered the unbelievable, let's perform the impossible.
Here we are!
This way, my friends.
This is so exciting!
You haven't seen anything yet.
And don't blink, or you'll miss it.
I prepared some snacks for you.
Good thinking. This is for you.
Thank you.
Champagne? I'll be tipsy again.
- Which way? - At the window.
Look at the crowd. We're just in time.
There he is!
An ugly little head he has.
- I see why they'd chop it off. - Charlotte!
It was because of the egg.
It was too much for him.
They've put a bag on his head.
I don't understand.
Why'd the executioner fly off with a bag on his head?
There!
There it is!
- There! - I'm here!
It's snatched a man. Fetch an ambulance.
- Leave the rest to me. - I'll go right away.
You keep it, buster.
You've earned it.
Anyone there!
Where are we?
Is this hell?
Here I am!
Adèle?
Hello.
How can this be?
He saved your life.
You brought him to life, so it's only fair.
Yes.
What's going on? Who are these. . .
Esperandieu?
Menard!
By the saints! A miracle!
Menard, you old blackguard!
Esperandieu, well I never!
How on earth did you get here?
That's a very long story.
You can tell it later. This winter, over a hot chocolate.
We have a mummy to wake and sister to save.
Just joking!
Yes, she's just joking.
Well, I'm not joking.
Tired after your trip?
Indeed I am. Very tired.
- Want to go home? - Yes.
I should be going home.
- I'll take you. - Yes, take us home.
Sure, take him home.
Goodbye, ducky!
What's that. . .
Saint Hubert?
Not now!
Stupid hound!
You worthless nincompoop, who allowed you to shoot at science?
I am Justin de Saint Hubert, big game hunter...
Big game hunter?
I'm a hunter, too,
but I only shoot black sheep.
You seem a fine specimen.
Stop that! You've no right!
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Don't die now, please!
I'll do my best.
Let me help.
If you want to help, look after the pterodactyl.
- But the Professor's bleeding. - They're connected!
Don't ask how or why. If we lose one, we lose both.
Don't let it happen.
Yes, of course!
Leave it to me.
28, Rue Dufour.
What do I do now?
Place antique objects in a circle around me.
The older the better.
Yes, that one.
I'm going to need to. . .
put this bandage on you.
I'll be right back.
There! What now?
Now. . .
I'll try to establish contact with the mummy
to see if it agrees to entrust the keys to me.
Excellent!
What keys?
After death,
the whole body shrinks
and locks itself in the mind.
I discovered the frequency
that enables me to communicate with the mind,
which never dies.
Wonderful!
It's going to work.
Maybe. . .
some procoagulants. . .
in a nub. . .
of butter?
Professor!
Please, stay with me.
Please, just a little longer!
Bless you.
Thanks.
Sorry about the glass.
Forget it. I have to tidy up anyway.
What a shame he's gone.
I'd have liked to get to know him.
What have we here? I detect a certain likeness.
She's my sister.
She doesn't look well.
But. . .
Actually. . .
With the knowledge you possess, perhaps you could try
to bring her back to life?
I have some modest talents, but not that one.
What? You're not a doctor?
Absolutely not.
I'm a nuclear physicist.
I deal in figures, signs and equations.
Nothing very extraordinary.
Doctors don't leave the pharaoh's side, and are buried next to them,
right next door.
May I make some tea?
Be my guest.
Very kind of you.
Kindness is a highly prized quality in our dynasty.
I admit that throughout this adventure,
you have been very hospitable towards me,
and I'd like to thank you.
You could hear?
Everything.
And see? Like when I. . .
Everything.
Don't blush.
With this body, you appreciate that of others more.
Thanks.
I suppose you want a doctor to cure this poor child.
Yes.
Not only is she my sister,
but also my friend, my angel. . .
My twin.
What happened to her?
A freak accident.
A camel?
Tennis.
- Lend me your hatpin. - No way!
- Thanks. - For nothing.
- How do I look? - Like skewered kidneys.
Which I take to mean. . .
"Gracious! Why did my parents give her beauty and leave me
"only bitterness and jealousy?"
One game all.
New balls.
We'd just turned twenty.
Agathe was so beautiful.
we'd discovered a new sport and played whenever we could.
In order to avoid. . .
any sense of rivalry, we never had an actual match.
Our games were strictly friendlies.
Then, in a moment of euphoria,
a moment of shared happiness,
tragedy struck.
Agathe!
Miss, are you okay?
Miss, wake up!
Move!
Please!
No, not that!
Sorry! Stay with me!
Don't touch me! Go and fetch a doctor!
She was born a few minutes after me but. . .
she departed well before me.
It's the only race I'd have loved to lose.
Indeed, a most regrettable accident.
Believe me, I'm very sorry I can't help you.
The Professor did a remarkable job.
His mental power
must have woken the dead in a radius of 2 km.
But I'm not the right person.
Hold on a sec. . .
2 kilometres?
Yes, probably.
The waves ripple out
like when you throw a stone into water.
And Ramses' doctors never left his side?
They never left the room, even when he was mating.
The Mummies of Ramses II.
Patmosis, you're a genius.
Let's go!
Excuse me, I'm looking for the Ramses exhibition.
Yes, quite!
Stop importuning people. You'll get us noticed.
I couldn't resist. It was rather amusing.
After 5,000 years in a tomb, can't I have some fun?
First things first. Then you can die.
Of laughing, if you wish.
Can you open it?
I'm no better locksmith than doctor.
Perhaps you could serve some kind of purpose,
or I'll float you down the Seine. The Nile, it ain't!
Don't get upset. Humour soothes the savage breast.
That's not humour!
Maybe it made the pharaohs laugh, but this is the 20th century!
That's better.
This way, Mistress.
- Patmosis! - Yes, Mistress.
Coming, Mistress!
The Mummies of Ramses II
- This way, Mistress. - Cut it out!
You're very tense. Relax.
I'll give you a massage later.
You're a chiropractor now?
No, but I studied molecular energy.
For now, stick to opening doors.
Beautiful, eh? Reminds me of when we painted.
All clear?
Look, what's that?
Leave it to me, Mistress.
Miss!
Waking people, no, but knocking them out, no problem.
Thank you, Mistress.
They're all jumbled up.
If Ramses saw this. . .
Wake him, so he can rearrange them.
The faithful first, so they're there when the Pharaoh wakes.
Poor dear, don't want him feeling homesick.
And definitely not insulted, so I suggest we respect protocol.
I'm in favour of protocol.
Sorry to bother you, are you a doctor?
Are you a surgeon?
I'm looking for a doctor.
No, you're not a doctor!
Doctor anyone?
Great nap.
What is that ridiculous attire?
Native costume, Your Highness.
Allow me to introduce Miss Adèle Blanc-Sec,
a scribe.
Hi.
The natives employ women to write their texts?
Their civilization is still rough and ready,
but she is very amiable
and waking us was her good idea.
Good idea? I feel I've woken up a little early.
Sorry to wake you, Your Highness, I had no choice.
It's a matter of life or death.
Life or death? It comes and it goes.
I'd like my sister's to come back.
Miss Adèle woke me up in the belief that I was a doctor.
You? A doctor?
I wouldn't let you clip my nails.
She's looking for a doctor to treat her sister,
and we thought that in your great kindness,
you might let your personal physician take a look at the child.
You woke me up for such a trivial affair?
Hold on, Rammy!
5,000 years, you've been snoring away.
I've had 5 years of grieving,
of suffering with my sister who can't see me.
I'm a poor earth-dweller with no divine protection.
I live with the pain every day,
and with the guilt that never goes away.
Because it was all my fault! It was my hatpin!
What's this about a hat?
Nothing, I'll tell you later.
Nosibis, my faithful doctor. . .
See if you can give the girl a little life back,
so she can enjoy all this love for her.
Thank you. . .
Your Highness.
Serene Majesty?
The doctors said if we took it out, she'd most likely die.
You're insane!
I asked you to cure her, not kill her, you bag of bones!
Calm down, Adèle. Don't interfere.
What's that?
The Pharaoh's entrails.
Charming.
Is the kiss necessary?
Not really, more of a tradition.
It's better to do it now, before she wakes up.
No kidding.
Well. . .
Let's go out and see the sights.
Are you mad, hitting the ball like that? I'm your sister!
And I love you more than the whole world.
It was a privilege meeting you, Miss Adèle.
Same here, Patmosis.
Apologize to your Pharaoh for me,
for being so rude.
- And thank him for me. - I will. . .
Mistress.
Who are you talking to?
Nobody, darling.
Don't move.
Everything will be fine now, I promise.
This way, Your Majesty.
What was that?
Sorry to importune you again.
Go ahead.
Which way to the Nile, please?
Why, of course!
They are very curious people.
Cruelly lacking in manners.
I agree, Your Highness.
But they have highly developed artistic talents.
This courtyard, for example,
is magnificent.
Quite magnificent!
We should build a pyramid here.
I'm sure it would be a fine addition.
Meanwhile, Sire, perhaps we should rejoin the others?
You are right, Patmosis. Let's go!
Curse of the Pharaohs Strikes Paris!
Read all about it!
Mummies Vanish from the Louvre!
There you go, sir!
Curse of the Pharaohs Strikes Paris!
What's this now about mummies?
It's another anarchist plot.
Call the Interior.
Tuck in, my little Caponi!
Who's it for?
It was for Miss Adèle.
She's taken a few weeks' vacation.
Give them to someone else.
For me?
That's so kind!
What's your name?
First name perhaps?
Yes. Andrej, with a J, as in. . .
As in jaguar.
- Cup of tea? - Yes.
- Enjoy the trip. - Thank you.
Hurry, miss, we're about to leave.
All right, keep your hair on.
Blanc-Sec, Adèle.
Thank you.
The woman in the green hat?
Leave it to us.
Hurry up!
Welcome on board.
- These are yours? - Take good care of them.
Good start to the holiday.
Sorry, it was an accident.
Have a good trip, Miss Blanc-Sec.
While Adèle was saving her sister...
A fine zebra!
I've lost Saint Hubert!
I just lost him! Go and find him!
You put up a good fight.
Please, I'm begging you.
Smile!
- Nobody move! - I'm out of ammunition.
Take him away!
You look like a fine specimen, too.
Sit tight.
I'll get reinforcements.
Fine, take your time.
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