Revelations include the identity of Tut's mother and the fact that rather than being a sickly youth, the boy king was an extreme sports junkie. Stranger still is the fact that Tut was mummified with an erect penis, which somehow went missing in between the X-ray and the scan, indicating that grave robbers were still busy in the 20th century. The moody music can be intrusive but the high-quality historical re-enactments are pleasingly measured. Tutankhamun went from monarch at nine to mummy at 19 but his short life is still fascinating 3000 years on.

All Saints: Medical Response Unit Seven, 9.30pm After 11 years and 493 episodes, one of Australia's most popular medical dramas comes to an end. It's a long time since Nurse Terri Sullivan (Georgie Parker) ran Ward 17 and most of Australia's jobbing actors have passed through the corridors since its 1998 debut but a special mention has to be made for Yvonne "Von" Ryan, played by Judith McGrath, the only remaining original cast member.

Thick-skinned but vulnerable, Von is the lynchpin in tonight's final episode as she exits the building forever but leaves behind the cycle of life turning restlessly inside: a birth, a death, a staff pregnancy, a staff marriage proposal and all the myriad hurriedly held corridor conversations that surround the intrigue. As always, it manages to be sad and affecting but everyone moves on, just as the show's many fans will have to now this piece of television history has come to an end.

Aussie Ladette to Lady Nine, 9.30pm If you can get past the cultural-cringey idea that the uptight tyranny of British good manners matters, there is a lot of fun to be had in this slags-to-riches confection because essentially it's about redemption through discipline in the grand Brat Camp/World's Strictest Parents tradition.

Eight young Aussie slappers are taken out of their comfort zone (the pub, the piercing parlour, the local storm drain) and set old-fashioned tasks (flower arranging, diction, finding a rich husband) in order to break down their wicked ways and give them a new-found sense of self-esteem. It's fascinating to watch these brazen boob-flashers being stripped of their f--- you attitude and reduced to tears all because they couldn't correctly pronounce "a rind a bite the hice" (around about the house) or achieve the right consistency of tongue (the pressed luncheon kind). Strangely they take delight in their small successes and beam at the praise heaped on them.

- Mark Ellis