Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, Rosser. It's all right. Those old bones can't hurt you.

-How's it looking? -It's looking amazing.

But that deal didn't involve you getting Layla and us killed, did it?

Um, just a minute. Just a minute.

Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is, uh, hearing.

LAYLA: Why do all men like you

feel it necessary to be just so condescending?

If you're gonna go through with this, you gotta be smart, for Layla's sake.

It looks like they're already inside.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

LAYLA: We can't lose more time. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.

(FOOTSTEPS RUNNING)

-Yeah. I get that. -That's more of a "you" thing, isn't it?

Yeah, no more you, I thought. It's what you said, isn't it?

He is in agony.

MARC: The other gods? What about them?

(CHANTING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

MARC: Well, you should be.

Well, at least now we know what happened to poor Montalban.

I think we're looking at the long-lost tomb

"No tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn't descend

First one in. Tomb fit for a pharaoh.

You're all right. Come on. Come on.

Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries.

(SOFTLY) I was there. Yeah, I was there.

What? Being... Honesty?

-LAYLA: That's the eye of Horus. -Yeah.

Well, it's not such a bad way to go, is it?