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Moon Knight Quotes on Disney+

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Our list of the best quotes from Disney+’s MCU action adventure TV series Moon Knight, which follows Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac), a mild-mannered gift-shop employee, who becomes plagued with blackouts and memories of another life. Steven discovers he has dissociative identity disorder and shares a body with mercenary Marc Spector. As Steven/Marc’s enemies converge upon them, they must navigate their complex identities while thrust into a deadly mystery among the powerful gods of Egypt.

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1. The Goldfish Problem

Steven Grant: Morning, Gus, my little one-finned wonder.


 

Steven Grant: [over phone] Anyway, Mom, all’s well here. Not too bad. Still wake up every morning still feeling like I got hit by a bus.


 

Steven Grant: [referring to mummies] All the organs would come out. Except for the heart.
Young Girl: How come?
Steven Grant: Because they believed you needed your heart to be judged in the Underworld, and only the worthiest would be allowed to pass through the Field of Reeds.
Young Girl: And did it suck for you? Getting rejected from the Field of Reeds?
Steven Grant: Well, that don’t make sense, because I’m not dead, am I?


 

Donna: Don’t know how many times I have to tell you this. You’re not the bloody tour guide, Stevie.
Steven Grant: Steven, actually. I am Steven.
Donna: No, you’re bloody useless, unless you’re actually doing what you’re paid to do.


 

Donna: [referring to Steve’s date with Dylan] Stevie, you absolute rascal. I didn’t know you’d taken a crack.
Steven Grant: I didn’t know either.
Donna: Hang on, did she say steak? What in the world’s a bloody vegan going to eat in a steak house?
Steven Grant: I don’t know, Donna. Salad? Bread?
Donna: Yeah, I can see why she went for it. Real catch you are.

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Steven Grant: Good night, JB
JB: Good night, Scotty. See you, mate.
Steven Grant: Scotty? It’s Steven. With a V.


 

Steven Grant: Honestly, it’s like my body wants to get up and wander about, you know, like it has to get the ten thousand steps in. You know? And I don’t even know about it until I wake up wherever. That’s why I try to stay awake at night. What do you think?
[we see he’s talking to a mime artist]


 

Steven Grant: [to the mime artist] Anyway, if I am going to have a girlfriend, at some point, obviously can’t have ankle restraints on my bed, can I? That’s like the definition of a red flag, isn’t it? You know what I mean, yeah? Yeah, you know what I mean. Got to figure something out.


 

Khonshu: [after Steven wakes up in a middle of a field] Go back to sleep, worm.
Steven Grant: Hello?
Khonshu: You’re not supposed to be here.
Steven Grant: Yep. I completely agree. Where are you?
Khonshu: Surrender the body to Marc.
Steven Grant: Sorry, what? The body? What? Surrender the body? What body?
Khonshu: Oh, the idiot’s in control.


 

Arthur Harrow: What a beautiful day. It’s like we’re in Heaven. Only it’s not Heaven, is it? It’s a darkness. Sometimes it hides in our very hearts. We are here to make the Earth as much like Heaven as possible.


 

Arthur Harrow: I know you.
Steven Grant: Me? Hiya.
Arthur Harrow: Mercenary.
Steven Grant: Mercenary? No. No. I’m not a mercenary. No, I’m a gift shopist. I work at a gift shop. My name’s Steven Grant. I’m trying to get back home. Back to London. London? Don’t know why I’m saying it like that.


 

Arthur Harrow: Well, Steven Grant of the gift shop.
Steven Grant: Yeah?
Arthur Harrow: Will you return the scarab?
Steven Grant: The what?


 

Arthur Harrow: Take him!
Steven Grant: [referring to the scarab] I can’t. I’m trying to stop my legs from moving. I’m trying to give it to you.


 

Khonshu: [after Steven’s had another blackout] No. The idiot’s back.


 

Steven Grant: [as he’s driving away in a cupcake van] What am I doing? What am I doing? I don’t even have my license. Oh, my God. Bugger, there’s so many of them. This has to be a dream. This has to be a dream. They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me. Come on, you bloody cupcake van! Move it!


 

Khonshu: Wake up, Marc! If he loses the scarab, I’ll kill you both.
Steven Grant: I don’t understand what’s happening!
Khonshu: Truck, stupid!
Steven Grant: What?
Khonshu: Truck!


 

Steven Grant: [after another blackout] Oh, God. I’m driving backwards!
Khonshu: Did he just throw the gun?
Steven Grant: I don’t know what I’m doing.
Khonshu: Then leave us be, parasite!


 

Steven Grant: I wonder what fishes dream about.


 

Petshop Lady: What do you mean, “grew back”?
Steven Grant: Yesterday, that fish had one fin. Yeah? It was like that when I bought him. Today, what do you see?
Petshop Lady: I see two…
Steven Grant: Two fins!


 

Petshop Lady: Look, if you want to swap it, go ahead. But, like I said yesterday, they’ve all got…
Steven Grant: What do you mean, “yesterday”? I wasn’t here yesterday.
Petshop Lady: Yeah, alright. Look, as I said, they’ve all got two fins. I don’t care what that Nemo movie says. You find me a pet shop that sells disabled fish and you go there.


 

Steven Grant: Wait, is that clock right? No, that’s impossible. I just woke up.
Petshop Lady: Are you mad? The fish is wrong. The time is wrong. You’re not quite right.
Steven Grant: Oh, bugger. Bugger, I’ve got a date. Sorry, I’ve got a date.


 

Steven Grant: [as he’s getting dressed for his date] You look like a knob.


 

Steven Grant: [over phone] I’m at the restaurant for steak. It’s steak time.
Dylan: Yeah. I ate steak by myself, thanks. Two days ago.
Steven Grant: What? I thought we said Friday? Today.
Dylan: Right. Welcome to Sunday.
Steven Grant: Come on, no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn’t it?
Dylan: It doesn’t change the fact that today is Sunday, which means “lose my number”.


 

Steven Grant: If you’re Gus, I’m the bloody Queen of Sheba.


 

Layla El-Faouly: [as Steven answers the ringing cellphone] Oh, my God! You’re alive.
Steven Grant: Yeah, alright.
Layla El-Faouly: That’s it? I’ve been texting and calling you for months. You couldn’t give me any sign that you were okay? I thought something happened to you. Where are you? Where have you been?


 

Steven Grant: Sorry. I just found this phone in my flat, and I’m just trying to figure out whose it is.
Layla El-Faouly: What is with this accent?
Steven Grant: What?
Layla El-Faouly: What is happening right now?
Steven Grant: Sorry. Who do you think I am?
Layla El-Faouly: What do you mean, “who”? What’s wrong with you, Marc?
Steven Grant: What did you just call me? Who is this? Why did you call me Marc?


 

Marc Spector: Steven. You need to stop.
Steven Grant: Who said that?
Marc Spector: You’re going to get yourself in trouble.
Steven Grant: Oh, no, no, no, mate. Someone’s having a laugh.


 

Steven Grant: [as the old woman enters the elevator and sees him looking frightened] Are you alright?
Old Woman: Fine, thank you.
Steven Grant: I’ve just lost my contact lens.
Old Woman: Hope you find it.
Steven Grant: Electrical problems in the building, ain’t it?
Old Woman: Always the same, isn’t it?
Steven Grant: Are we back on the fifth floor?
Old Woman: [as she gets out of the elevator] Yes, the fifth! My friend, Claire lives here. I’m visiting her. She’s expecting me.
Steven Grant: What? What’s going on?


 

Steven Grant: [after he sees Harrow on the bus] I need you to keep an eye out, because I’m being followed.
JB: Really, mate?
Steven Grant: Yeah. Yeah. Will you just like not let anyone in, yeah?
JB: It’s a museum, broth. That’s going to be difficult.
Steven Grant: Obviously. Obviously. I just mean like anyone dodgy, you know?
JB: Anyone who wants to come in is coming in. It’s free.


 

Arthur Harrow: So you really do work here.
Steven Grant: Oh, God.
Arthur Harrow: I’d assumed Steven Grant was an alias. Imagine my surprise to find you here.


 

Arthur Harrow: The scarab doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to her. Do you know Ammit?
Steven Grant: Do I know Ammit. No. Not personally. Egyptian deity, right? World’s first bogeyman.
Arthur Harrow: She was only the bogeyman for evildoers.
Steven Grant: Right.
Arthur Harrow: She grew weary of having to wait for sinners to commit their crime before punishing them. Would you wait to weed a garden till after the roses were dead?
Steven Grant: I wouldn’t do that.


 

Arthur Harrow: The justice of Ammit surveys the whole of our lives.
Steven Grant: Got it.
Arthur Harrow: Past, present, future. She knows what we’ve done, and what we will do.
Steven Grant: Great. Okay. Well, the books must have left that part out.


 

Arthur Harrow: Consider this. Had Ammit been free, she would have prevented Hitler and the destruction he wrought. Nero, the Armenian genocide, Pol Pot.
Steven Grant: Not nice people.
Arthur Harrow: But she was betrayed.
Steven Grant: Was she?
Arthur Harrow: By indolent fellow gods. By even her own Avatar.
Steven Grant: Avatars. Blue people. Love that film.
Arthur Harrow: By Avatar, I mean…
Steven Grant: You mean the anime?


 

Arthur Harrow: It’s maddening, isn’t it? The voice in your head. Relentless, forever unsatisfied. No matter how hard you try to please, it devours you until there’s nothing left, but a hollow shell. And the more you ask for help, the more you begin to sound like the boy who cried wolf.
Steven Grant: I can’t help you.
Arthur Harrow: I am trying to help you.


 

Arthur Harrow: Do you want to know the truth? There’s chaos in you.
Steven Grant: There’s what?


 

Arthur Harrow: Steven Grant of the gift shop. Give me the scarab and you won’t be torn apart.


 

Marc Spector: [as Steven being chased by the monster] Steven, I can save us. But I can’t have you fighting me this time. You need to give me control. You understand?
Steven Grant: Control of what? What are you talking about?
Marc Spector: That thing’s about to break through the door! We’re out of time.


 

Marc Spector: Look at me.
Steven Grant: You’re not real!
Marc Spector: This is real. I’m real.
Steven Grant: No! You’re not real. You’re not real. None of this is real.
Marc Spector: Yes. Steven. You got to give me control. It’s the only way.
Steven Grant: Oh, God. I’m going to die.


 

Marc Spector: [to Steven] You’re not going to die. Let me save us.
[Spector takes over and transforms into Moon Knight, killing the monster]

 

2. Summon the Suit'People don't want to hear good news. They'd rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain.' - Arthur Harrow (Moon Knight) Click To Tweet

 

JB: [referring to the museum security footage] Is that you, Scotty?
Steven Grant: Still Steven. And, yeah. That’s me. Oh, yeah.


 

Steven Grant: I swear to God, there was a dog chasing me, like a big hound, or…
JB: Hound of the Baskervilles, was it?
Steven Grant: Egyptian jackal. It was a jackal.
JB: I’ve heard it all now.


 

Steven Grant: [to the mime artist] Well, that’s it. I got the sack. I mean, I don’t blame them. I’m a vandal. I should’ve been arrested. I did find things hidden in my flat. I swear. I’m not joking. That’s worth exploring, isn’t it? Like if I could find that storage locker, that might be my one chance to prove to myself that I’m not mad.


 

Marc Spector: Steven, I need you to listen to me very carefully.
Steven Grant: Marc? There he is. Here he comes. Hello, man in the mirror. I was wondering if you’d pop up again.
Marc Spector: I know you’re scared.
Steven Grant: A bit, yeah.
Marc Spector: I know you’re confused. You weren’t supposed to see any of this.
Steven Grant: No? Well, bit late for that, isn’t it?


 

Steven Grant: So, what? Am I like meant to be some sort of mad secret agent or something?
Marc Spector: Yeah, it’s a little more complicated than that.
Steven Grant: More complicated? What? Am I possessed? Are you like a demon? Or…
Marc Spector: You’re in danger, and I can save us. Just like I did last night. But I can’t have you interfering in what I have left to do.

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Marc Spector: So, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to go lay down on that cot back there. You’re going to take a nice nap.
Steven Grant: Are you joking? Sleep I’m never going to go to sleep again. You hear me?


 

Steven Grant: Look, I don’t care how bloody handsome you are. Tell me what it is you are. What are you?
Marc Spector: You sure you want to know?
Steven Grant: Yes, bloody… Yes.
Marc Spector: I serve Khonshu. I’m his Avatar. Which means you are too. Sort of. We protect the vulnerable, and deliver Khonshu’s justice to those who hurt them.


 

Steven Grant: Khonshu?
Marc Spector: Yeah.
Steven Grant: The Egyptian god of the moon? Oh, my God. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I eat one piece of steak, and then, bam, I go bonkers.


 

Marc Spector: I made a deal with Khonshu. That deal is contingent on you not interfering, Steven. Now, give me the body. Let me finish this, and you’ll never hear from me again.
Steven Grant: You want my body? Right, yeah. Marc, how about this for a deal? I’m going to take this bag full of illegal s**t, yeah? And I’m going to go straight to the authorities. And they’re going to put me away so I don’t hurt anyone else. And hopefully, NHS will fill me with enough pills so that you get out of my head!


 

Layla El-Faouly: [to Steven] What the hell is going on? Is this Steven the latest fake identity for you?


 

Layla El-Faouly: Would you just stop clasping my shoulder like that!
Steven Grant: I’m sorry. I don’t know where to hold on.
Layla El-Faouly: Feels like I’m riding with a Victorian duchess.


 

Layla El-Faouly: Do you see the spiral you put me through? It’s not okay, yeah? I’m still your wife. By the way, this would be a great time for you to say something. Anything. Just in case it’s not clear.
Steven Grant: Did you say wife? Are we married?
Layla El-Faouly: Look, I’m pretty sure we lost whoever was chasing you. Just drop the act.
Steven Grant: It’s not an act.
Layla El-Faouly: Stop with the accent, please.
Steven Grant: This is how I talk.


 

Layla El-Faouly: I’m not buying this, Marc. Use whatever accent you want. Yeah. Let’s just get this over with. You sent these papers, but you never signed them.
Steven Grant: Did I?
Layla El-Faouly: This is what you wanted.
Steven Grant: [takes the paper] Have a look here.
Layla El-Faouly: After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.
Steven Grant: Alright. “Divorce.” Divorce?
Layla El-Faouly: Yeah, we doing this or not?
Steven Grant: I would never divorce you.


 

Steven Grant: [to Layla] Look, you seem absolutely lovely. This Marc, on the other hand, is a right twit. Yeah?


 

Layla El-Faouly: The scarab pointing to Ammit’s ushabti? What we fought side by side for.
Steven Grant: No.
Layla El-Faouly: This whole one-man show is just what? So that you can keep it for yourself?


 

Layla El-Faouly: You really don’t remember why we’ve been looking for this? Our adventures. Or our life together?
Steven Grant: Oh, God. I wish I could.


 

Steven Grant: [as there’s a knock on his door] Oh, God. They’ve come for me.
Layla El-Faouly: Why?
Steven Grant: I vandalized the toilet.


 

DC Kennedy: Anyone else here with you?
Steven Grant: Here with me? No, just me and my fish.


 

Marc Spector: You don’t need to fight me, Steven. Surrender control.
Steven Grant: I saw what you did to those people.
Marc Spector: It’s not what you think.
Steven Grant: I am never giving you control again. Ever. Do you hear me?
Arthur Harrow: [over comms] I hear you loud and clear, Steven Grant of the gift shop.


 

Arthur Harrow: Well, no wonder your scales don’t balance. It must be very difficult having all those voices inside one head. Steven Grant. Marc Spector. Khonshu. I’m curious, do you think that Khonshu chose you as his Avatar because your mind would be so easy to break, or because it was broken already?
Steven Grant: No. I’m not broken. I just need some help, maybe.


 

Arthur Harrow: Do you see him? You see him right now? That’s a privilege I no longer have.
Khonshu: Kill him!
Arthur Harrow: What’s he saying, huh? Is he telling you to kill me?
Khonshu: Break his windpipe!
Steven Grant: Yep. Yep. Yep.
Arthur Harrow: Well, just remember, you don’t have to do everything he asks. So, before you get excited, and put on the cape, I’d love to take this opportunity to show you around.


 

Arthur Harrow: But you don’t want to tell anyone, no. People don’t want to hear good news. They’d rather cling to their fear, cling to their pain.


 

Arthur Harrow: [to Steven] I know being on the right side of things is important to you. Khonshu always tries to ensnare those with a strong moral conscience.
Khonshu: You have no conscience.


 

Arthur Harrow: You don’t have to listen to him. He often throws temper tantrums, like a two year-old. None of the gods respect him. Perhaps that’s why he’s banished.
Khonshu: I only punish those who have already done harm. I am real justice!
Arthur Harrow: What’s he saying now? “I am real justice?”


 

Steven Grant: Can you hear him?
Arthur Harrow: Not anymore. I was his former Avatar. Before you. I was the fist of vengeance.
Steven Grant: I’m not the fist of anything. That’s the little American man living inside of me.


 

Arthur Harrow: Khonshu punishes those who have already walked an evil path. His retribution comes too late. By the time his fist of vengeance arrives, people have already suffered. Ammit knows this too well. She tears evil up from the root, casting her judgment before any evil’s done. That’s why we must resurrect her.
Steven Grant: Right. But isn’t that a bit dodgy? Like trusting the judgment of a weird crocodile lady?


 

Arthur Harrow: May I speak with Marc? Marc, what has Khonshu promised you? That this is your last mission? Then you’ll be free? Trust me when I tell you, Khonshu is a liar. There’s always one last thing.


 

Steven Grant: Sorry. If Ammit judges people pre-evil, like before the fact, then isn’t she judging an innocent person? I mean, a thought can’t be evil, can it? I think about killing my boss all the time, but I wouldn’t actually do it. What about a child? Would she kill a child for something they might do in thirty years?
Arthur Harrow: I’m glad you mentioned that. Sometimes, the cure is a little taste of the disease. The difference between medicine and poison sometimes is only dosage. Consider a diseased limb. Amputation, horrific and grotesque, is necessary for the larger health.
Steven Grant: But a child is not a diseased limb.


 

Layla El-Faouly: Summon the suit.
Steven Grant: Sorry, what?
Layla El-Faouly: Summon the suit.
Steven Grant: Summon the soup? What are you saying?
Layla El-Faouly: The suit.
Steven Grant: The suit?
Layla El-Faouly: [gives him the scarab] And keep this safe.
Arthur Harrow: So be it.


 

Steven Grant: Oh, my God. I’m going to die in an evil magician’s man cave.


 

Marc Spector: Steven, what the hell are we wearing?
Steven Grant: I don’t know. She said I needed a suit.
Marc Spector: Yeah, the ceremonial armor from Khonshu’s temple, not psycho Colonel Sanders.
Steven Grant: Well, I don’t know how any of this s**t works, man. Well, think I do look sharp though.


 

Marc Spector: Give me control, Steven. You can’t handle this.
Steven Grant: I think I can. Get away from her, you. Yeah, I see you, you plug-ugly coyote. You’re in the wrong ends, mate. You’re in my yard now.


 

Steven Grant: Ooh, lookie here. Lookie here. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a V.


 

Female Looker-on #1: [referring to Steven in the suit] Do you reckon he’s having a seizure?
Female Looker-on #2: No, look at him. He’s just a fancy drunk.


 

Steven Grant: [after Steven allows Marc to take control] So, this is what it’s like? Being on the inside?
Marc Spector: Yeah.
Steven Grant: It’s horrible.


 

Marc Spector: We’ve always managed to keep a wall between us, but something’s changed. The one who controls the body has become stronger. The reflections help, but most of the time, it’ll take all your willpower just to be a fly on the wall.
Steven Grant: You can’t do this, keeping me trapped in here. You have no right.


 

Steven Grant: My whole life, I can’t go on a bloody date. I can barely keep a goldfish alive. I lost my job. It’s been you. It’s always been you, eating away at parts of my life like a parasite.
Marc Spector: Look, when I am done, when I have repaid my debt, I swear to you, you will never see me, or hear from me again. I promise you.


 

Steven Grant: You ruin people’s lives. Everything you touch, you ruin. You hurt people. You abandoned your wife. You left her stranded.
Marc Spector: I did not. I am protecting her. You don’t know what you’re talking about!


 

Steven Grant: I don’t trust anything you say! You hurt people. And I’m never going to let you hurt anyone else ever again!
Marc Spector: Steven, just shut up!
Steven Grant: I will never give you a moment of peace, I promise.


 

Khonshu: You swore he would not interfere.
Marc Spector: I know. I’ll handle it.
Khonshu: You have proven you cannot.
Marc Spector: I will.
Khonshu: Ungrateful, Marc, altering the terms of our agreement. You were nothing more than a corpse when I found you. You think you own this body? It belongs to me.


 

Khonshu: You know I’ll protect you with everything I have. You are worth protecting.
Marc Spector: I’ll do whatever it takes then. Then you let me go.
Khonshu: I know that you enjoy the work I have for you. We need each other.
Marc Spector: We have a deal.
Khonshu: Let me remind you, should we part, you may not like my next candidate, near and dear as she is to you.


 

Marc Spector: Where are we going?
Khonshu: Where the hell do you think?
[we see Marc ends up in Egypt]

 

3. The Friendly Type

'It's a hard thing, exhuming the pain of the past. Easy to get stuck. Fixate on what's hurt us.' - Forger (Moon Knight) Click To Tweet

 

Forger: [referring to being in Cairo] Not worried you might’ve burned too many bridges? All those stolen relics and cheeky antiques?
Layla El-Faouly: 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.
Forger: Clever you. Not so innocent anymore, eh? I wonder what your father would think
of his little scarab now?
Layla El-Faouly: We’ll never know.


 

Forger: Archeology. One big mess of obsessive bookworms.
Layla El-Faouly: Whatever happened in that desert is lost to the sands.
Forger: It’s a hard thing, exhuming the pain of the past. Easy to get stuck. Fixate on what’s hurt us.
Layla El-Faouly: Great. Then I won’t do either.
Forger: Like you aren’t already.


 

Marc Spector: What the hell’s wrong with you, Steven?
Steven Grant: Me? You’re the one going on a killing spree.
Marc Spector: I didn’t do any of this.
Steven Grant: Me neither. Listen, if you’ve got a problem with the body count, I suggest you stop listening to that stupid pigeon.
Marc Spector: Stay out of my way.


 

Marc Spector: What about the other gods? Are they just going to stand by and allow somebody to unleash Ammit?
Khonshu: To signal for an audience with the gods is to risk their wrath.
Marc Spector: Why? What’s the worst that could happen?
Khonshu: Anger them enough, and they’ll imprison me in stone.
Marc Spector: That doesn’t sound so bad to me.
Khonshu: See how you fare against Harrow without the protection of my healing armor.
Marc Spector: Alright. So, what? Do you have any good ideas?
Khonshu: I have a bad one.

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Khonshu: The last time I spoke to the gods, they banished me. Our case against Harrow
must be indisputable.
Marc Spector: [as he’s about to go through the portal] Aren’t you coming with?
Khonshu: Oh, I’ll be there.


 

Steven Grant: I can’t believe it. Oh, my days. We’re inside. We’re inside the Great Pyramid of Giza.


 

Yatzil: I’m Yatzil, Avatar of Hathor.
Marc Spector: Okay.
Yatzil: Goddess of music and love?
Marc Spector: Cool.
Yatzil: Surely Khonshu mentioned her?
Marc Spector: The gods aren’t really his favorite topic.
Yatzil: Not even when they are old friends?
Marc Spector: Sorry.
Yatzil: She says it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor’s melodies.
Marc Spector: Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain.


 

Selim (Osiris): 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.
Marc Spector (Khonshu): Spare me your self-righteous threats! I was banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you.
Horus’s Avatar: 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.
Marc Spector (Khonshu): Avatars are not enough! We need the might of gods!


 

Arthur Harrow: So, I see by the presence of Khonshu’s current makeshift Avatar, the purposes of our meeting must be nefarious.
Marc Spector (Khonshu): You know exactly why we are here!
Arthur Harrow: I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice. But speak, old master, to the point.
Marc Spector (Khonshu): Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?
Arthur Harrow: I was in the desert. But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile.


 

Marc Spector (Khonshu): He is a deceiver!
Arthur Harrow: Do not trust the word of a shamed god. No, Khonshu is unhinged, and his servant unwell.
Yatzil (Hathor): How do you mean?
Arthur Harrow: This is a man who literally does not know his own name.


 

Arthur Harrow: I have no idea how many personalities he must possess. The man is clearly insane.
Selim (Osiris): [uses his power to stop Marc from hitting Harrow] We will not tolerate violence in this Chamber.
Arthur Harrow: 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.


 

Horus’s Avatar: Let us speak to Marc Spector. Are you unwell?
Marc Spector: I am. I am unwell. I need help. But that doesn’t change the fact that this man is…
Yatzil (Hathor): This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu.
Marc Spector: 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.
Selim (Osiris): He has committed no offense. This matter is concluded.


 

Marc Spector: [as they’re trying to locate Senfu’s sarcophagus] So what exactly are we going to do here? What’s the plan?
Layla El-Faouly: Oh. It’s not pleasant being left in the dark, is it?
Marc Spector: Okay. I get that you’re not happy about me leaving so quickly and coming to Cairo. I understand.
Layla El-Faouly: Wait. Is that your apology? That’s good. That’s really good.


 

Layla El-Faouly: 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.
Marc Spector: Copy that.
Layla El-Faouly: Good.
Marc Spector: I am sorry. For whatever that’s worth.


 

Layla El-Faouly: You could’ve told me. You know? What’s it’s been like for you. About Steven.
Marc Spector: For what it’s worth, I had it under control until very recently.
Layla El-Faouly: What happened?
Marc Spector: It doesn’t matter.
Layla El-Faouly: We could’ve handled it together.
Marc Spector: Yeah. That’s not really what I do, is it? Never really been able to just talk about everything.
Layla El-Faouly: Anything real?
Marc Spector: Yes.
Layla El-Faouly: Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have.
Marc Spector: Yeah. Maybe. A little too late for that now though.


 

Layla El-Faouly: [as they’re about to meet Mogart] Remember, your name is Rufino Estrada.
Marc Spector: Right. We just got back from our honeymoon in the Maldives. That’s an interesting little detail to give to them.
Layla El-Faouly: Well, I’d tell them you worked at a gift shop, but they’d never believe me, would they?


 

Layla El-Faouly: Please, just let Steven out before you blow this.
Marc Spector: Not a chance.


 

Marc Spector: Alright, Steven, you want to talk to me? Talk to me. What now?
Steven Grant: What now? What now is, you give me the body, and you pi** off.
Marc Spector: Dammit, there’s not time for this. If there’s something that you know, you got to tell me.


 

Steven Grant: Sorry. If you expect my help, it’s not going to be while I’m imprisoned.
Marc Spector: Do you want a bloodbath? Huh? Fine, have it your way.
Steven Grant: Alright. You are the worst.


 

Layla El-Faouly: Please, stop. He’s going to kill millions, trust me!
Anton Mogart: Are you seriously talking about trust?
Arthur Harrow: Please, there’s no need to descend into violent accusations. Each one of you has so much more in common than you know.


 

Arthur Harrow: 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.
Marc Spector: You piece of s**t.


 

Arthur Harrow: This sarcophagus doesn’t belong to anyone.
Khonshu: [to Marc] Do it. Summon the suit. Give them what they deserve.


 

Steven Grant: [as Mr. Knight] 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.
Steven Grant: [as he’s hit with a spear] Take the body. Take the body. Take the body, Marc.


 

Marc Spector: [referring to Harrow] 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?
Layla El-Faouly: So, it’s not true? What he said about you, and…
Marc Spector: No, it’s not true. Of course not. No, he’s just trying to divide us. Don’t let him get in your head.


 

Layla El-Faouly: 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.
Marc Spector: Yeah. You haven’t. You don’t.


 

Layla El-Faouly: Marc, we need Steven. He understands all of this. I really think it’s worth giving him a shot.
Khonshu: [to Marc] I summon the gods, you summon the worm. He won’t return the body.
Layla El-Faouly: Marc, we can’t wait. It’s okay, just let go. We don’t have time.


 

Steven Grant: [as Marc lets him takeover the body] 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?


 

Steven Grant: Senfu marked that tomb like tow thousand years ago. And stars drift over time. Not much as far as stars go, but it could mean the difference between us searching miles and 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.
Khonshu: I remember that night. I remember every night.


 

Khonshu: I can turn back the night sky.
Steven Grant: How?
Khonshu: It will come at a cost, and I cannot do it alone. Steven, when the gods imprison me, tell Marc to free me.


 

Arthur Harrow: [to Konshu after he’s been imprisoned by the other gods] 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.

 

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Steven Grant: See, the thing is, we made a deal, Marc and I, that when he was done with Khonshu, he would disappear for good.
Marc Spector: But that deal didn’t involve you getting Layla and us killed, did it? That’s not going to fly with me.
Layla El-Faouly: You guys made a deal? That he would just disappear from my life? And you didn’t think that maybe I should’ve been made aware of that?
Steven Grant: Oh. Well, hadn’t he disappeared from your life already?
Layla El-Faouly: Yeah. I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn’t it? Didn’t even have that anymore.


 

Marc Spector: Steven, give me the body right now. This is a suicide mission.
Layla El-Faouly: Plus, I know him. He’d want to lone wolf this whole thing. It’s not happening. We’re not going to do that.
Steven Grant: We are not. It’s just you and me, and the open road.
Layla El-Faouly: We’re going to go on foot from here.
Steven Grant: Yeah, alright.


 

Marc Spector: You look scared.
Steven Grant: I’m not.
Marc Spector: Well, you should be. Without Khonshu, there’s no more suit, no more healing, no more power.
Steven Grant: Yeah, no more you, I thought. It’s what you said, isn’t it? But, I guess, believing anything that comes out of your mouth just shows what a plonker I am.


 

Marc Spector: Look, I wish I could just disappear. I really do. But unfortunately, I’m still here. And if you’re going to go through with this, you got to be smar. At least for Layla’s sake. I’ve been in situations like this before.
Steven Grant: So have I. It’s the same body, isn’t it? It’s in there somewhere. Muscle memory and that.
Marc Spector: Yeah. I’m not sure it works that way.

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Marc Spector: I’m here. You’re not alone.
Steven Grant: I know I’m not alone. I know I’m bloody not alone. I’ve got Layla. She’s got my back.
Marc Spector: Are you in love? Are you in love with my wife?
Steven Grant: I appreciate your concern, mate. I really do. But we’ve got it from here.
Marc Spector: You lay one finger on her, I swear to you, Steven. I swear, I’ll throw us off a cliff!
Steven Grant: If I need a recipe for a protein shak, or something, I’ll call you.


 

Steven Grant: I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. The adventure, I mean.
Layla El-Faouly: I know. We want what we never had.
Steven Grant: Yeah.
Layla El-Faouly: You smell like him. I mean, why wouldn’t you, right?
Steven Grant: Yeah.


 

Steven Grant: [as Layla goes to kiss him] Marc’s trying to protect you from Khonshu. That’s why he’s been pushing you away. He thinks Khonshu wants you for his Avatar, and he won’t let that happen. I’m sorry. I just felt like you should know that. Sorry.
Layla El-Faouly: Why are you telling me this now?
Steven Grant: I don’t know. I just thought you deserved to know.
Layla El-Faouly: Well, it wasn’t his call to make. I don’t need protection. What I need is honesty.
Steven Grant: Yeah. I get that.
Layla El-Faouly: That’s more of a “you” thing, isn’t it?
Steven Grant: What? Being… Honesty?
Layla El-Faouly: Yeah. Being honesty.
[Steven kisses her]


 

Layla El-Faouly: [after they’ve kisses] I’m going to go down first.
Steven Grant: Okay. Yeah. Great.
Layla El-Faouly: Before I belay.
Steven Grant: Thank you. What’s “belay”?
Layla El-Faouly: I still can’t tell when you’re joking or not.


 

Steven Grant: [referring to the ancient statues] Like, if they just sprang to life right now, and asked me a riddle for passage, I’d be thrilled. I’d s**t myself, but I’d be thrilled.


 

Steven Grant: Strange.
Layla El-Faouly: It’s a maze.
Steven Grant: It’s a-maze-ing.


 

Marc Spector: [referring to Layla] So, you kissed her.
Steven Grant: What are you going to do? Try and drown us now?
Marc Spector: Yeah, I should. But you also told her the truth about why I’ve been pushing her away. And that was unexpected.


 

Arthur Harrow: You handled that beautifully.
Layla El-Faouly: Why do all men like you feel it necessary to be just so condescending?


 

Arthur Harrow: The scales achieve their judgment by revealing to me moments of sin and pain. And your husband, he is in agony. More pain than anyone could bear. But he still hasn’t told you the truth.
Layla El-Faouly: Well, you’re obviously dying to. So why don’t you just go ahead? The floor is yours.
Arthur Harrow: I read his scales. The scales do not lie.


 

Arthur Harrow: Your father was murdered by mercenaries. And no one knows who they were, do they?
Layla El-Faouly: You’re saying that Marc was one of them?
Arthur Harrow: You said it. What do you think? Marc remembers everything that happened that day. Everyone who died. But one man stands out. The man with a fuchsia scarf. Scarab details. Handmade. Made by his daughter perhaps.
Layla El-Faouly: Are you done?
Arthur Harrow: I do hope you find closure.


 

Steven Grant: Layla, look. We won. And the ushabti goes to us. I mean, I had to go digging down old Alexander the Great’s gullet, but I found it. You alright, love?
Layla El-Faouly: Can he hear me?
Steven Grant: Alexander? No, I don’t think so. God, I hope not.


 

Layla El-Faouly: Did you kill Abdullah El-Faouly?
Marc Spector: Of course not. Of course I didn’t!
Layla El-Faouly: But you were there. You were there. Yeah, you were there.
Marc Spector: I was there. Yeah, I was there.
Layla El-Faouly: Yeah. And how did he die?
Marc Spector: My partner got greedy, and he executed everyone at the dig site. I tried to save your father, but I couldn’t save him. And I…
Layla El-Faouly: No. But you brought a killer right to him. Right?
Marc Spector: Yeah. He shot me too. I was supposed to die that night. But I didn’t die that night. And I should have. I’ve tried to tell you since the moment we met. But I just didn’t know… I’m sorry.
Layla El-Faouly: Oh, my God. That’s the reason that we met. You just had a guilty conscience.


 

Arthur Harrow: Just you? The rest is silence. I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You’re a free man. And, of course, with that freedom comes choice. And right now, you have a very important decision to make.
Marc Spector: Okay.
[he starts fighting off Harrow’s men, then Harrow shoots Marc]


 

Arthur Harrow: [after he shoots Marc] I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves.


 

Arthur Harrow: [as Marc wakes in a psychiatric hospital filled with everyone he knows] I know that you’re having a great deal of difficulty being able to differentiate between what’s real and what’s in your head. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of borrowing the film you brought. It was fun to see that my old VHS player still worked. How many times would you say you’ve seen that movie? Approximately?


 

Arthur Harrow: [to Marc, referring to the adventure film “Tomb Buster”] I liked the villain. “No tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn’t descend to the depths of hell.” That’s a good line. Yeah. The plot makes a real meal out of a lunar god. And didn’t you say that you worked for one? What do you make out of that similarity? I mean, given the production value of that film, I can’t imagine that too many other people have seen it. What do you think? Is that a coincidence?


 

Arthur Harrow: Remember, you’re only sedated because of your own behavior. And the effects will wear off soon. Marc, we don’t live in a material world. We live in a psychic world. Right? And we’re only able to make indirect inferences about the nature of reality. Like, take, for example, this pen, right? To me, this is a writing utensil. Right? To my dog, it’s a chew toy. Both are accurate. Right? It’s just a question of context and perspective. And all I’m asking of you is an honest assessment of your situation.


 

Marc Spector: Everything reminds me…
Arthur Harrow: Reminds you of what? Of your past? Of Steven?
Marc Spector: You know Steven?
Arthur Harrow: Of course I know Steven. But, Marc, I want to talk to you right now. And I have noticed, alright, in our sessions, a pattern developing. Every time I ask you direct questions, you are triggered, you’re overwhelmed, and that’s normal, alright? Many of us, when asked to look into our innermost experiences, into the nucleus of our personality, we close our eyes. It’s understandable. I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself.


 

Marc Spector: No, you stay away from me!
Arthur Harrow: Truly, I understand how you’re feeling. I too have suffered from mental illness, breaks in psychic awareness, manic episodes, followed by depression. I know what you’re feeling. You can be healed. I know you can be healed.
Marc Spector: Unlock the door!


 

Steven Grant: [after Marc finds him in a separate body inside a sarcophagus] How is this possible?
Marc Spector: I don’t know. What’s the last thing that you remember?
Steven Grant: Harrow shot us.
Marc Spector: Yes! Yes. Exactly. Exactly. Alright. We got to get out of here. Follow me. Come on.
[as they try to escape, they see another sarcophagus with someone else trapped inside, then they’re greeted by a hippo, who is Egyptian god Tawaret]

 

5. Asylum

Arthur Harrow: I didn’t shoot you. Your mind is violently vacillating between sense and nonsense. Picture this, alright? Your brain is a pendulum, swinging between a very difficult reality, that you are my patient, here at Putnam Medical Facility in Chicago, Illinois, and a reassuring fantasy that you’ve created on your own. That you’re some kind of, I don’t know, superhero. Alright? You are doing everything and everything possible not to look within.
Marc Spector: You’re not really a doctor.


 

Arthur Harrow: You told me that you were in a place that was oddly reminiscent of this office, except that it was in Egypt, right? And that you were with a rhinoceros, and…
Marc Spector: Hippopotamus.
Arthur Harrow: You’re right, it was a hippopotamus. But it talked. Now, what do you think? Do you think that is sense, or nonsense?
Marc Spector: Nonsense?
Arthur Harrow: I find this really encouraging. Honestly, I do.


 

Arthur Harrow: The struggling mind will often build places to seek shelter for different aspects of the self from our most traumatic memories. It’s called just an organizing principle, okay? Some people, they see a castle, right? Somebody else will see a maze, or a library.
Marc Spector: Or a psych ward?
Arthur Harrow: Yeah. Or it could be a psych ward. Yeah. What I find extremely interesting is this new, the new animal character.
Marc Spector: Hippopotamus?
Arthur Harrow: I find that really interesting. This hippo could break down the walls between you and Steven, and we might finally understand.


 

Marc Spector: Wow, these meds are really amazing.
Tawaret: Is he always so intense?
Steven Grant: Who, him? Yeah, pretty much.
Tawaret: So, are you two like twins?
Marc Spector: No.
Steven Grant: Well, yes. Sort of.
Tawaret: Okay, great. That’s really cleared this whole situation up for me.
Marc Spector: Well, that makes two of us. Just a second ago, I thought I’d been shot to death.
Tawaret: Oh, gosh! This will really bake your noodle, but I think you were just taking a little time-out. I’m afraid you’re actually quite dead.

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Marc Spector: I’m dead? We’re dead?
Steven Grant: Yes. Yes, Marc. I think she’s right. I think we died.


 

Tawaret: Welcome, gentle Travelers, to the realm of the Duat.
Steven Grant: Duat? The Egyptian underworld. This is Taweret, goddess of women and children. And she’s guiding us through our journey to the afterlife.


 

Marc Spector: So, this is the afterlife? The afterlife?
Tawaret: An afterlife. Not the afterlife. You’d be surprised how many intersectional planes of untethered consciousness exist.
Marc Spector: Yeah.
Tawaret: Like the Ancestral Plane. Oh! Just gorgeous.


 

Tawaret: Because the Duat’s true nature is impossible for the human mind to comprehend, you may perceive this realm as something more easily recognizable to you. A psych ward’s a first for me. But, hey, we can roll with it, right?
Steven Grant: Why would we imagine this realm to be a psychiatric hospital?
Marc Spector: Because we’re insane. We’re insane. This talking hippo. Talking dead bird. You’re outside of my body now. And now the afterlife, right? That’s the reality. And this, the hospital, that’s the imagination.


 

Marc Spector: What is this?
Steven Grant: This is the underworld.
Marc Spector: I’m not crazy. I’m dead. Where did you say we’re going?
Steven Grant: We’re sailing to A’aru. To the Field of Reeds. Right, Taweret?
Tawaret: Ah, so he’s the smart one, hey? Well, if your heart’s balanced in life, then you will spend eternity in paradise. The Field of Reeds.


 

Tawaret: [as she takes out their heart] Oh, goody! It worked! Look at that! Here was little old me worrying I’d blow your chests wide open.
Steven Grant: Sorry, what?
Marc Spector: Wait, what’s she doing?
Steven Grant: She’s weighing our hearts on the Scales of Justice and the Feather of Truth.


 

Steven Grant: You see, the ancient Egyptians believed that the heart was the sign of who you really were in life. If the Scales balance by the time you end the journey, then a soul is permitted to pass into the Field of Reeds.
Marc Spector: What if they don’t balance?
Tawaret: You get thrown overboard. The dead will drag you down into the Duat, where you will remain forever, frozen in sand. No unbalanced souls on my boat. Them’s the rules. Fingers crossed for you guys, hey?


 

Marc Spector: I don’t care what this hippo says. There’s no way we’re ending up down there. And we’re not going to the Field of Reeds either.
Steven Grant: Alright. What are you proposing?
Marc Spector: If it comes to it, kill the hippo, steal the boat.


 

Tawaret: It’s the hearts. They aren’t full. And trust me, I’m a goblet half-full kind of gal, but it’s like they each feel incomplete.
Marc Spector: What does that mean?
Tawaret: Without balanced Scales, the Duat will eventually claim your soul.
Steven Grant: Do you have any other suggestions?
Tawaret: This boat contains all of a life’s memories. Now I don’t know what you two guys have been hiding, but my advice, get in there and show each other the truth. Balance your Scales before we arrive at the Field of Reeds, or your souls will be destroyed.


 

Marc Spector: You know what Layla would be alright with if she were here right now?
Steven Grant: Don’t. Just don’t say it.
Marc Spector: I’m just saying there is one hippo, and two of us, and this ship can’t be that hard to steer, so. And we don’t have to actually like…
Steven Grant: Have to what? Kill the Goddess Taweret?
Marc Spector: No. Just, you know, find me a rope, and…
Steven Grant: Yeah. Or we can do what she says, and help each other uncover whatever it is that we’re hiding, apparently.
Marc Spector: Steven, I don’t know about you, but my memories are a fricking mess.
Steven Grant: Yeah, mine too.


 

Steven Grant: Just a creepy caff filled with dead bodies. That’s all it is. No prizes guessing whose room this is. Yours.
Marc Spector: Funny.


 

Steven Grant: What, do you know these people? No. Oh, no. Surely not all of them? You killed all of them?
Marc Spector: They were criminals. Murderers. Predators. The worst of the worst. Khonshu wanted them punished. It’s what he meant by protecting the travelers of the night.
Steven Grant: And you remember each person?
Marc Spector: You try taking a life. See how quickly you forget. Kept wishing I’d fail and one of them would kill me instead. The healing ended up being a curse.


 

Steven Grant: Marc, why is there a child in a room filled with people that you’ve killed?
Marc Spector: Steven, look, don’t go near him.


 

Young Marc: He drew the fish with only one fin.
Wendy Spector: Marc, be nice to your little brother.
Steven Grant: I had a brother?


 

Young Marc: Laters, gators.
Wendy Spector: In a while, crocodile.


 

Wendy Spector: [to young Marc, referring to Randall] You were supposed to keep him safe!
Marc Spector: Steven, let’s go.
Wendy Spector: You let him drown. This is all your fault! This is all your fault!


 

Marc Spector: [to young Marc] You were always jealous of him. Ever since he was born. I should’ve known you would do something like this.
Steven Grant: Mum, what are you doing?


 

Steven Grant: Harrow said you were a mercenary. That you killed hostages.
Marc Spector: And you believe that?
Steven Grant: Yeah. Wouldn’t put it past you.
Marc Spector: Turns out going AWOL in a fugue state gets you discharged from the military. Didn’t have a ton of options after that, so I went work for hire for my old CO Bushman. The job was to raid an Egyptian tomb. But Bushman changed the plan, called for no witnesses, and I couldn’t live with that.
Steven Grant: Is that Doctor El Faouly? Layla’s dad?
Marc Spector: I tried to get them all away. But we didn’t make it. Clearly.
Steven Grant: What happened to you?
[Marc points to himself, where after being shot he crawls into the temple]


 

Khonshu: [as Marc is about to shoot himself] I feel the pain inside of you.
Marc Spector: What the hell are you?
Khonshu: I am the god Khonshu, in search of a warrior.
Marc Spector: A warrior. Well, good luck with that.
Khonshu: To be my hands, my eyes, my vengeance. To be my final word against the evildoers. To bind your very being to me, and eradicate only the worst, those who deserve it.


 

Khonshu: Do you want death, or do you want life?
Marc Spector: I don’t know.
Khonshu: Your mind, I feel it. Fractured. Broken. Most fascinating. You are a worthy candidate to serve me during this time. In exchange for your life, do you swear to protect the travelers of the night, and bring my vengeance to those who would do them harm?
Steven Grant: That sneaky old vulture. He was manipulating you from the start.
Marc Spector: Yeah, well, he kept us alive.
Steven Grant: Marc, he was taking advantage of you.
Marc Spector: Or it was just a way for me to keep being what I’ve always been. A killer.


 

Khonshu: Do you swear to protect the travelers of the night and bring my vengeance
to those who would do them harm?
Marc Spector: Yes.
Khonshu: Then rise. Rise and live again. As my fist of vengeance. As my Moon Knight.


 

Tawaret: Even if I could send you back up there, you’d just be returning to a body with a bullet in it. You wouldn’t be able to heal.
Steven Grant: Can you send word to Layla? Please. Help us free Khonshu.
Tawaret: Are you sure you want to be with Khonshu again? Seems like you really want to get away from him.
Marc Spector: I did, but this is our only shot. It’s the way it’s got to be. Please,
Steven Grant: Taweret, you have to help us. Please.
Tawaret: What the heck? Osiris is not going to like this, but his gate is the only path back.


 

Marc Spector: I’ll tell you everything. Okay? I’m just begging you, don’t make us go there again. It’s not worth it.
Steven Grant: Not worth it? Not worth it? Marc, you’re about to lose everything. Do you understand? If we don’t get back, and Harrow succeeds, and all those people die, if Layla dies, that’s on your head. It’ll be all your fault.


 

Marc Spector: Did you inject me with something?
Arthur Harrow: You watch too many movies, alright? We can’t involuntarily sedate patients. Not these days, huh? I mean, not unless absolutely necessary.


 

Arthur Harrow: [to Marc] I want you to consider this. Do you think you created Steven to hide from all of the awful things you feel you’ve done in your life, or do you think Steven created Marc to punish the world for what your mother did to you? Do you know? Can you remember? There’s only one way to know. You’re going to have to open up to Steven. There can be no progress without understanding. Can you do that? Can you open up to Steven?


 

Steven Grant: [from the Tomb Buster poster in young Marc’s room] “When danger is near, Steven Grant has no fear.” You made me up.


 

Marc Spector: [referring to his mother beating him when he was young] You’re not meant to see that. That’s the whole point of you.
Steven Grant: The point of me? The point of me? What? To be your stress ball? All this time I thought I was the original, but I’m just something that you made up.
Marc Spector: You’ve got to live a happy, simple, normal life. Do you understand?
Steven Grant: But it was all a lie, wasn’t it?
Marc Spector: So what? What does it matter?


 

Marc Spector: You want to remember the truth? That you had a mother that beats you? That hated you? That made your life a living hell?
Steven Grant: You’re lying. You’re just trying to upset me.
Marc Spector: But you’ve gotten to live thinking that she loved you. That she was kind. That she’s still alive!
Steven Grant: What? What are you talking about? She’s alive. I speak to her every day. What are you talking about?


 

Arthur Harrow: I’m here to help you.
Steven Grant: Dr. Harrow, yeah, is it?
Arthur Harrow: That’s right.
Steven Grant: Oh, yeah. Look at that. Well, you’ve really gone up in the world, haven’t you?
Arthur Harrow: I was beginning to worry we might never speak again.
Steven Grant: It’s so strange. The little haircut. Little silly ‘tache there. It’s very Ned Flanders.


 

Marc Spector: [to Steven] This is it. Mom’s death and Shiva two months ago. This was the moment our lives started bleeding into each other.


 

Steven Grant: Marc, all those horrible things that she said to you, she was wrong. It wasn’t your fault.
Marc Spector: [referring to Randall] I shouldn’t have brought him in that cave. I shouldn’t have brought him in the cave.
Steven Grant: Hey. Hey. You were just a child. It wasn’t your fault.


 

Steven Grant: Taweret, what’s happening?
Tawaret: I’ve never seen the gates to the world above so close.
Marc Spector: How do we open them?
Tawaret: I’m so sorry. Your Scales never balanced. Our journey’s come to an end. I cannot stop the inevitable. I was really rooting for you guys, but the unbalanced souls of the Duat now must claim yours.


 

Steven Grant: [as the souls are dragging Marc away] Marc, you’ve got this. But if I’m you, it means I’ve got this too.


 

Steven Grant: [as he hits the souls with a bat] I prefer cricket.


 

Marc Spector: [after Steven falls overboard and is consumed by the Duat] No, no, no! Steven! Stop the boat! Stop the boat!
Tawaret: Your Scales are balanced.
[Marc finds himself in the Field of Reeds]

 

6. Gods and Monsters

Arthur Harrow: I’m sorry it had to be this way, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, whoever else might be in there. Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.


 

Patrol Guard #1 (Tawaret): Layla, wait. I am the Goddess Taweret.
Patrol Guard #2 (Tawaret): Layla, it’s Marc who’s telling you to stop.
Layla El-Faouly: What the hell is this?
Patrol Guard #2 (Tawaret): He’s dead. And I’m talking to you through dead people right now. So what?


 

Patrol Guard #2 (Tawaret): Listen, Harrow is too powerful for you to stop him alone. If Marc, if he can return to life…
Layla El-Faouly: What do you mean, “return to life”?
Patrol Guard #2 (Tawaret): He is going to need Khonshu. Break his ushabti. It’s in the Chamber of the Gods. And you can be my Avatar. Marc says wonderful things about you.
Layla El-Faouly: No, no, no. I’ll fight him on my own.


 

Arthur Harrow: [to his followers] You won’t believe what the Gods have hidden from mankind.


 

Ammit: Your Scales lack balance.
Arthur Harrow: I understand. I had hoped my penance might correct my imbalance, but I see now that’s impossible. I accept the Scales regardless of the outcome.
They lack balance because of what lies ahead of you.
Arthur Harrow: Then we must spare the world the pain I will cause. I willingly submit.

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Ammit: What lies ahead of you is your service to me.
Arthur Harrow: How may I serve you in death?
Ammit: Your death is delayed. I once relied on a servant whose Scales balanced perfectly. In exchange, I was bound to stone for two thousand years.
Arthur Harrow: But I have disciples all over the world whose Scales balance perfectly, awaiting your command. They are worthy, my Goddess.
Ammit: But you are the one who set me free. You are the Avatar that I need. Serve me, and you will find peace. Do not let the pain of the past control you.
Arthur Harrow: As you wish.


 

Khonshu: I do not sense Marc Spector in this world. He died fighting, no doubt.
Layla El-Faouly: Fighting your war.
Khonshu: And it’s far from over.


 

Khonshu: If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you, Layla El-Faouly, protect the travelers of the night?
Layla El-Faouly: Are you joking? You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Why would I ever sign up for that?
Khonshu: Because you won’t win against Harrow and Ammit alone.
Layla El-Faouly: I’ll take my chances.


 

Khonshu: Marc was in crisis over you. His lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bug. What I offer…
Layla El-Faouly: I don’t care what you can offer. Marc didn’t trust you. I don’t trust you. We’ll work together without me enslaving myself.


 

Khonshu: We must rebind Ammit.
Layla El-Faouly: How?
Khonshu: Only an Avatar can do it.
Layla El-Faouly: I said no.


 

Tawaret: The Scales are balanced. Your heart is full. Your journey is over.
Marc Spector: It’s so quiet.
Tawaret: The peace you’ve always wanted but never had. You’re manifesting it. No danger. No loneliness or hurt.
Marc Spector: What about Steven?
Tawaret: He’s gone, Marc. The Duat has him. Please enjoy your peace.


 

Marc Spector: [referring to Steven] We need to go back for him.
Tawaret: It doesn’t work like that. Leave here, and you can’t return. Anyway, you don’t need him anymore, Marc.
Marc Spector: So I get to go on to eternal peace, and he just stays lost in the sand forever? No, I’m not good with that.
Tawaret: Wait! Think about this!


 

Ammit: My path is set, same as anyone’s. I’m here to bring balance.
Khonshu: You speak of balance, yet you choose him. Your Avatar is a sinner!
Ammit: You’re jealous of his loyalty.
Khonshu: Loyalty at what cost? An empty world for your disciples to inherit?
Arthur Harrow: Don’t listen to him. He only wants to keep you bound.


 

Marc Spector: [to Steven] Looking pretty rough, man. I don’t know if you can hear me. From the moment you arrived, way back then, we were so young. You saved me. I survived because I knew I wasn’t alone. You were always there, alive, full of hope. And I tried to protect that, and I failed. I couldn’t protect you. But you didn’t abandon me. You didn’t abandon me. And although that field back there was looking, it was looking pretty good. There’s no way in hell I’m going to abandon you. You are the only real superpower I ever had.


 

Steven Grant: You came back? What the hell’s wrong with you?
Marc Spector: Well, I did a whole little speech there.
Steven Grant: It wasn’t that little.
[they embrace]


 

Khonshu: [after Marc and Steven awaken in their own body] I feel the pain inside of you. Do you want death, or do you want life? Do you swear to protect the travelers of the night? Rise and live again!
[Marc rises and transform into Moon Knight]


 

Khonshu: I knew you’d miss me.
Marc Spector (Moon Knight): Layla turned you down, didn’t she?
Khonshu: Ammit has been freed. I was not strong enough to stop her. Marc Spector, I need your help.
Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): Just curious about something. How is this whole new arrangement going to work then?
Khonshu: Steven Grant, I was not speaking to you.
Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): Yeah, alright. But we do come as like a package deal now, so you are going to have to deal with me. And we did just save your life. So, you’re welcome for that.


 

Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): How is this deal going to work?
Khonshu: You would negotiate now, with so much at stake?
Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): Well, we did learn from the best, you silly old bird.
Khonshu: I will release you both. You have my word.
Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): I like the sound of that. Good. Glad we got that all sorted out.


 

Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): Now, how the heck are we going to get to Cairo?
Khonshu: You forget, little worm, I am still the God of the Night Sky!
Steven Grant (Mr. Knight): Alright, you know what? I think you can take this one, Marc.
Khonshu: Hurry up, idiots!


 

Layla El-Faouly (Tawaret): You’ve changed your mind. I would be delighted to accept you as my Avatar.
Layla El-Faouly: Okay. Okay. Temporary Avatar.
Layla El-Faouly (Tawaret): Yes, of course! Oh, your father is going to be over the moon when he hears.
Layla El-Faouly: My father?
Layla El-Faouly (Tawaret): Yes! I met him when I took him to the Field of Reeds.
Layla El-Faouly: What?
Layla El-Faouly (Tawaret): Are we doing this or what? I have a fabulous costume in mind.


 

Ammit: There is so little difference in what we want for this world. Why do this dance for the rest of time?
Khonshu: You know the answer. I only punish those who have chosen evil.
Ammit: So do I. Only I don’t give them the satisfaction of committing it!


 

Marc Spector: Oh, baby. Thank God you’re okay.
Layla El-Faouly: How did you get back?
Steven Grant: Wow, you look amazing. What are you wearing?


 

Ammit: Why fight, knowing you will fail?
Khonshu: Because it is my choice! The very thing you take away.


 

Steven Grant: I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.
Layla El-Faouly: Alright. Show me what you got.
Steven Grant: Yeah?


 

Young Egyptian Woman: [in Arabic] Are you an Egyptian superhero?
Layla El-Faouly: [in Arabic] I am.


 

Arthur Harrow: [as he’s fighting with Moon Knight] Had Ammit been allowed to rule, young Randall’s life would’ve been saved, your family would’ve been happy. She need only remove one weed from the garden. You.


 

Marc Spector: [as he wakes from another blackout] That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?
Steven Grant: Not a chance, mate.


 

Khonshu: Finish it, and leave neither of them alive. While he lives, so too does she.
Marc Spector: I have to finish this. If not, I’ll never be free.
Layla El-Faouly: [as Marc is about to kill Harrow] Marc! You have a choice. You are free.
Khonshu: The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.
Marc Spector: Now you sound just like her. You want them dead, do it yourself. Now, release us.
Khonshu: As you wish.


 

Steven Grant: [back in the imaginary asylum again] So what, this is what reality looks like?
Arthur Harrow: The imagination is very real. This chair, desk, the light, were all first created in the imagination.
Steven Grant: But do you believe that Khonshu and Ammit are real?
Arthur Harrow: Do I? No.
Marc Spector: What if we disagree, Doc?


 

Marc Spector: What if we believe something different?
Arthur Harrow: Then our work here continues.
Steven Grant: For how long?
Arthur Harrow: For as long as a piece of string.
Marc Spector: [as they see Harrow leaving bloody footprints] Hey, you see that, don’t you?
Steven Grant: Oh, yeah. I see it. I see it.


 

Arthur Harrow: Why am I bleeding?
Steven Grant: Yeah, I don’t think you know as much as you think you do.
Marc Spector: And while it is tempting to accept your diagnosis, Doc…
Steven Grant: We’d rather go save the world. Laters, gators.


 

Marc Spector: [as he wakes in Steven’s London apartment] Steven? You there?
Steven Grant: I can’t believe it worked.
Marc Spector: I can’t believe you live in this fricking mess.


 

Arthur Harrow: [mid-credits lines, after he’s been taken out of the psychiatric hospital] Khonshu. You can’t hurt us.
Khonshu: Yeah. You want to know something? Marc Spector truly believed that after he and I parted ways, I wanted his wife to be my Avatar. Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is? Meet my friend, Jake Lockley.
Jake Lockley: [in Spanish, we see Marc as Jake] Today is your turn to lose.
Arthur Harrow: Wait.
[Jake shoots Harrow]

 

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