Moon Knight (2022) s01e03 Episode Script

1 It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head.
Marc Spector.
Steven Grant.
Khonshu.
Give it back, you fool.
Can you hear him? Not anymore.
I was his former Avatar.
Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path.
His retribution comes too late.
Ammit tears evil up from the root.
I wish you could live to see the world we make.
Yet, Ammit has decided.
You don't need to doubt her judgment.
Ammit will light the path to good.
We must resurrect her.
Steven, I made a deal with Khonshu.
That deal is contingent on you not interfering.
Now, give me the body.
That scarab functions as a kind of compass, leading us to Ammit's tomb.
Summon the suit! Shit! We'll find the scarab.
Too late.
Harrow has it.
Then we'll find another way.
We'll get to Ammit's tomb first.
And then I found him, with the scarab, living 20 minutes from our old place.
Now, he's probably going to get himself killed running around Cairo.
That's why you look so unhappy to be going home.
Anxious, maybe.
It's been 10 years.
Not worried you might've burned too many bridges? All those stolen relics and cheeky antiques? I don't steal.
They've already been stolen.
That's what people forget.
I take them off the black market and return them to their rightful owners.
I might keep a few to pay the bills.
Clever you.
Not so innocent anymore, eh? I wonder what your father would think of his little scarab now? Hmm.
We'll never know.
I can't believe he let you teach me how to do all of this.
Ha! The man indulged you.
You think his dig sites were any place for a child? Archeology.
One big mess of obsessive bookworms.
Whatever happened in that desert is lost to the sands.
It's a hard thing, exhuming the pain of the past.
Easy to get stuck.
Fixate on what's hurt us.
Great.
Then I won't do either.
Like you aren't already.
I miss him, too, is all.
But that's your baggage, not mine.
Just avoid your old haunts.
Call me sentimental, but I worry about you.
Have a good trip, love.
Thanks.
We found Ammit.
She's here.
She's here.
Marc Spector's in Cairo.
He's tracking us.
I know.
She's here.
Oh, shit.
You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy.
About a dig site.
Guess I'm gonna have to talk to you instead.
You're too late.
- You're never gonna find Harrow.
- Really? Oh, wow.
Oh.
What, are we dancin'? We fightin'? What are we gonna do? Ow! Marc.
Don't do it, Marc.
Stop it.
Stop.
Where's Steven? Where are you taking me? You are said airport.
Airport.
Wait, wait, wait.
Stop! Stop! Stop, stop! Stop, stop, stop! Let me talk to you.
Just let us go, man.
- That wasn't me! - Let me talk to you for a second.
Where's Harrow? Where is Harrow? Tell me.
Marc.
Marc, that's enough.
What? Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Steven, what did you do? I swear.
That wasn't me.
Then who was it? Where's the tomb? Take him to the ledge.
He's just a kid.
He'll talk.
Where is Harrow? Where is Harrow? - Praise Ammit.
- No, kid.
Mmm.
I thought he'd talk.
What the hell's wrong with you, Steven? Me? You're the one going on a killing spree.
I didn't do any of this.
Me neither.
Listen, if you've got a problem with the body count, I suggest you stop listening to that stupid pigeon.
Stay out of my way.
Well, if we can't find Harrow's digging crew, we're gonna have to stop 'em another way.
So? What about the other gods? Are they just gonna stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit? To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.
Why? What's the worst that could happen? Anger them enough and they'll imprison me in stone.
That doesn't sound so bad to me.
See how you fare against Harrow without the protection of my healing armor.
All right.
So, what? Do you have any good ideas? I have a bad one.
Khonshu? What are you doing? Sending the gods a signal they can't ignore.
Help! You're getting desperate, old bird.
Keep digging! No matter what happens, keep digging! Do not stop.
I'm about to be called upon.
That was a bit over the top, don't you think? Hurry.
They're gathering their Avatars now.
Aren't they scattered all over the world? Yes.
But for a meeting of the Ennead, a portal presents itself anywhere.
Okay.
So, where's mine? The last time I spoke to the gods, they banished me.
Our case against Harrow must be indisputable.
Aren't you coming with? Oh, I'll be there.
I can't believe it.
Oh, my days.
We're inside.
We're inside the Great Pyramid of Giza.
Khonshu's theatrics are unparalleled.
You must be his Avatar.
Hi.
And who are you? - I'm Yatzil, Avatar of Hathor.
- Okay.
Goddess of music and love? Cool.
Surely Khonshu mentioned her? The gods aren't really his favorite topic.
Not even when they are old friends? Sorry.
She says it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor's melodies.
Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain.
Yatzil.
Has Khonshu told you how this works? Not really.
Is there somethin' I should know? I try not to fight it.
It's a strange sensation.
But you'll get used to it.
Great.
In attendance, Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris and Hathor, to hear the account of Khonshu.
You've been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu.
And you know we despise your garishness, your showy masks, and weapons.
But manipulate the sky again and we will imprison you in stone.
Spare me your self-righteous threats! I was banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you.
We have not abandoned humanity.
They abandoned us.
We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves.
Not like some of us.
Avatars are not enough! We need the might of gods.
Return from the opulence of the Overvoid before you lose this realm.
For the last time, Khonshu The Avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe.
We decided long ago we did not wish to meddle in the affairs of man.
We will decide our best course of action.
Speak your purpose.
I call for judgment against Arthur Harrow.
The charges? Conspiracy to release Ammit! That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu.
Let us summon the accused.
So, I see by the presence of Khonshu's current makeshift Avatar, the purposes of our meeting must be nefarious.
You know exactly why we are here! I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice.
But speak, old master, to the point.
Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb? I was in the desert.
But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile.
Khonshu has searched for Ammit's tomb since he ensnared me to his service.
His vision is obscured by jealousy, paranoia, and his He is a deceiver! Do not trust the word of a shamed god.
No, Khonshu is unhinged and his servant unwell.
How do you mean? This is a man who literally does not know his own name.
He has a marriage certificate under the name Marc Spector Liar! Employment records under the name Steven Grant.
Stop! - I've seen him speak to himself - Shut up! Threaten himself.
I have no idea how many personalities he must possess.
The man is clearly insane.
We will not tolerate violence in this Chamber.
It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man.
Khonshu is taking advantage of him the same way that he abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court.
Take action now before it's too late.
Let us speak to Marc Spector.
Are you unwell? I am.
I am unwell.
I need help.
But that doesn't change the fact that this man is This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu.
This is not about my feelings! I'm not the one on trial here.
He is! This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second.
He has committed no offense.
This matter is concluded.
Marc? There is another way.
- You must listen to me carefully.
- Yes.
Yes.
Ammit was buried in secret.
The location hidden even from the gods.
Ammit had many followers.
I didn't know who to trust.
But someone had to know something.
One man.
A medjay named Senfu.
He was tasked with recording the location of the tomb in case the gods ever changed their minds and decided to show mercy.
Find Senfu's sarcophagus and you'll find your tomb.
Okay.
How am I supposed to do that? His sarcophagus was stolen and sold on the black market.
You might want to start there.
I'll take one.
Perfect, one, sir.
Best juice ever in the world.
I'm looking for Senfu's sarcophagus.
Senfu? I hope you like attention.
Right guy, right place.
But you're not Egyptian.
Layla, what the hell are you doing here? You shouldn't be here.
Why? Because my name pisses off a few people in Cairo? Who cares? It's not the locals that I'm worried about.
Come with me.
I'll help you find what you need.
So what exactly are we gonna do here? What's the plan? Oh.
It's not pleasant being left in the dark, is it? Okay.
I get that you're not happy about me leaving so quickly and coming to Cairo.
I understand.
Wait.
Is that your apology? - That's good.
That's really good.
- Just so we can get through tonight, maybe let's just give our shit a rest for a moment and just try to strategize before we get to - Mogart's? - Mogart? Just so you know, I'm not here to help you.
I'm here for me and for everyone else who would die if Harrow succeeds.
- Copy that.
- Good.
I am sorry.
For whatever that's worth.
So, this Mogart guy.
He's really gonna have his sarcophagus? Yes.
I asked around.
Mogart's collection is prime gossip for those of us who deal in antiquities.
I haven't heard that sound since Since our wedding.
You could've told me.
You know? What's it's been like for you.
About Steven.
For what it's worth, I had it under control until very recently.
What happened? Doesn't matter.
We could've handled it together.
Yeah.
That's not really what I do, is it? Never really been able to just talk about everything.
Anything real? Yes.
Yeah, I know.
But that doesn't mean that we shouldn't have.
Yeah.
Maybe.
A little too late for that now, though.
Okay.
Let's get our story straight.
This guy's got a lot of friends.
Yeah, and a lot with guns.
What is it? Harrow's men keeping tabs? I don't know.
It could be.
Let's go.
Remember, your name is Rufino Estrada.
Right.
We just got back from our honeymoon in the Maldives.
That's an interesting little detail to give to them.
I'd tell them you worked at a gift shop, but they'd never believe me, would they? Bek.
Layla.
It's been a while.
- Good to see you.
- Yeah.
- Right this way.
- Thank you.
He's looking forward to seeing you.
After Madripoor I'm sure you two will have a lot to talk about.
Excuse me for one moment.
Mr.
Mogart will be with you shortly.
So what? This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard, for fun? No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard.
Cool.
I like the robe.
Layla.
Come in.
Such a delight to see you.
You, too.
How have you been? Good.
Thank you for having us over on such short notice.
Oh, please.
I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by.
This is my husband, Rufino.
- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.
Oh.
Right.
I hope you understand this is more than a collection to me.
Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.
A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no? Well, I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation.
Now, if I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular? Oh, actually, our purchases are I'm sorry.
I'd like to hear from your husband, if you don't mind.
- Hmm.
- Mmm-hmm.
I think that But I think I just would love to take a look.
Funny man.
Feel free.
- Great.
- Yeah.
Great.
Please, just let Steven out before you blow this.
Not a chance.
All right, what do you see? Well, the burial practices are in line with the Studenwachen texts.
The what? It's legit.
But all I'm seeing is literature to guide the dead.
Uh-huh.
There's no location indicated.
Because the information has to be unlocked.
It's coded.
Okay, um Will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven Just keep him occupied.
All right, Steven, you wanna talk to me? Talk to me.
What now? What now? What now is, you give me the body and you piss off.
Damn it, there's not time for this.
Tell me if there's something that you know.
He just needs a couple minutes in there alone, 'cause Yeah.
He is He's praying.
Sorry.
If you expect my help, it's not gonna be while I'm imprisoned.
Do you want a bloodbath? Huh? - Fine, have it your way.
- All right.
You are the worst.
Check the cartonnage.
Okay.
What do I do? Take that first piece and fold it over the middle piece.
- This one? - Yes, that one.
- Like this? - Yeah.
Wait a second.
Now, if you match those stars up with the other piece over there and put they all together, - it should make a star - What are you doing? Marc! Don't.
Shit! Do you really think I'm an idiot? - Get on your knees.
- Anton, stop! Get on your knees.
Okay.
Layla, I was so ready to make peace with you.
You don't understand.
We're trying to save many lives.
Hey, pal.
Take a look inside the sarcophagus.
There's somethin' really, really big.
Well, that's interesting.
It appears we have a concerned third party here.
Get up.
Whatever they've told you, I'm sure I can offer you something much more tangible.
Why settle for a clue when you can have the treasure? Anton.
Anton, don't listen to this man.
He's trying to stop us from reaching Please, stop.
He's gonna kill millions, trust me! Are you seriously talking about trust? Please, there's no need to descend into violent accusations.
Each one of you has so much more in common than you know.
Layla, you keep thinking that distance will prevent the wounds from your father's murder from reopening.
But something stands in your way.
Your husband doesn't tell you the truth.
And Marc, you don't tell her because you know that if you do, she'll see you exactly as you see yourself, as unworthy of love.
You piece of shit.
Anton The lore surrounding these relics, I offer proof that it's real.
This sarcophagus doesn't belong to anyone.
Do it.
Summon the suit.
Give them what they deserve.
Anton Would you like to see for yourself? Yes.
I do.
What are you waiting for? That's just a taste of the godly power I offer.
Hey, he's gone.
Where is he? - Buy me some time.
- I can do that.
Marc, stop it! Stop it! No, Marc! Give me the body, Marc! Oh! Sorry.
You all right? That's it.
All right, time out.
That's it, time out! Guys, let's all calm down, yeah? We're all worked up.
Let's all just, like, chill the F out and talk for a second Take the body.
Take the body, take the body, Marc.
Layla! - You okay? - Yeah.
- Do you have it? - Yeah.
- We need a car.
- Yeah, come on.
Tick-tock, Marc Spector.
Tick-tock.
Ay.
I really liked that jacket.
Oh, well.
What was Harrow talking about? What do you mean? He said I had a right to know.
I have no idea.
I never told anyone why I really moved.
I mean, but he knew, he just saw right through me.
I don't know, he's just trying to mess with you.
You know, he's trying to get in your mind.
No, don't let him do that.
You know, he's got this idea that he can see the true nature of people or some baloney like that.
If that were true, I don't think he'd have a bunch of homicidal maniacs as his disciples, would he? So, it's not true? What he said about you and No, it's not true.
No, he's just trying to divide us.
Don't let him get in your head.
Every time I learn something new about you, I think, "That's it.
There can't possibly be any secrets left between us.
" And then something else pops up, and it's like I've not known you at all.
Yeah.
You haven't.
You don't.
I've spotted them.
Try that.
Maybe, actually.
- This one? - Okay.
Uh No.
Anything else? I'm not getting any whole constellations.
It's just little pieces and fragments.
This is gonna take forever.
Marc, we need Steven.
He understands all of this.
I really think it's worth giving him a shot.
I summon the gods, you summon the worm.
He won't return the body.
Marc, we can't wait.
It's okay, just let go.
We don't have time.
What are you doing? All right, go ahead.
You're in.
Cheers, thanks a lot.
All right.
Yeah.
Here we go.
Don't need that.
I don't need that.
Steven? Egyptians invented modern navigation.
There's not a lot of landmarks in the desert.
So they came up with a way to get about using the sun and the stars.
It's bloody genius, isn't it? Yeah.
Et voilà.
Whoa.
It's French.
I know.
So, what do we do with it? Well, I'm not sure, but if Wait, hang on a minute.
You see that? You see those little pinpricks there? That's a constellation.
We should be able to triangulate the stars into coordinates, right? Let me just scan it.
Well, um, actually Unfortunately, it's not that simple.
- Not working.
Why isn't it working? - Yeah, yeah, you see, Senfu Senfu marked that tomb, like, 2,000 years ago.
And stars drift over time.
Not much as far as stars go, but it could mean the difference between us searching miles away from where we're supposed to be looking.
So unless we know exactly what the sky looked like on that date, we're buggered.
I remember that night.
I remember every night.
Khonshu? I can turn back the night sky.
- How? - It will come at a cost, and I cannot do it alone.
Steven, when the gods imprison me, tell Marc to free me.
Do what I do.
Yeah? Like this? Whoa! Oh, man! This is mental.
This is the night.
This is surprisingly painful.
It's working.
It's working.
Yes.
Good.
You brought this upon yourself, Khonshu.
I can feel my energy leaving me.
Oh, God, I don't know how much longer I can do this.
Coordinates found, 29 degrees north, 25 east.
I got it.
29 degrees north, 25 east.
Steven.
Hey, Steven? Marc? Come on.
Come on.
Where are you? Marc? Come on.
You were right about Khonshu.
And in the end, he left us no choice.
Now, he's tethered to this place, like many before him.
Can he hear us? We think so, yes.
Can I tell you a secret? I enjoyed dealing out pain on your behalf.
That is the greatest sin I carry.
I am grateful.
Had you not broken me so completely, I might never have known the value of healing.
I'm going to do what you could not.
And when it's finished, I want you to remember one thing.
Your torment forged me.
I owe my victory to you.