♪ ♪
(heart beating)
♪ ♪
I have waited millennia
for this moment.
What have they done to my world?
Entire species, gone forever.
Their absence
only echoes.
This foulness.
Heat.
Even the water is tainted.
The mortals
who infest this world
care nothing for its beauty.
Our presence has been
sorely missed, my love.
(heart beating, gasping)
My eye... has bonded to a human?
She is the sister
to one of the Witnesses.
Think of her as a vessel from
which you drink in its power.
Witnesses, they still
exist to plague us.
And they
prove useful.
As they did in the past.
Let us test that usefulness now.
REYNOLDS:
He's giving us nothing.
From where I'm sitting,
you compromised
a six-month-in-the-making
deep-cover op.
Which could have
been avoided
if you would have told me
a single thing about her.
First of all,
I have a name.
Second, it's rude to point.
And it's rude to interrupt,
especially when people
should be apologizing.
As Special Agent in Charge,
it's my prerogative
who knows about
deep-cover operations.
Oh, well, obviously,
I didn't rate.
Whatever went down, we
can still salvage this,
all right, if you share
what you know.
Starting with
why Nevins was looking
for your sister
in the first place.
Ask him yourself.
He-He's not talking.
I told Jenny to stay
away from Nevins.
She said that she would.
If she went against that,
she probably had
a really good reason.
Where's Jenny right now?
I do not have time for this.
We're trying to help you.
I do not know
where she is.
After I find my sister,
I promise,
I will come back here and we can
do the rest of this dance.
♪ ♪
CRANE:
Careful.
JOE:
There's no sign of her.
She's on foot.
Her phone's still here.
And her gun.
That's not like her.
No, it is not.
The Shard within her
brought visions.
Perhaps it's taken on
a more permanent state.
That's why we need
to find her fast.
We must tread cautiously.
Miss Jenny's trail leads
towards a most formidable
intersection of ley lines.
If that is her destination,
we must assume Pandora
is there, too.
JOE: Well, let's
hope she is.
I got a few choice
words for her.
ABBIE:
So do I.
Which way?
East.
ABBIE:
I'll take point.
PANDORA:
He that I love
has returned
to my side.
He that I love from the
Catacombs dark tide.
He that I love has
returned from the grave.
(heart beating)
He that I love shall be remade.
So hungry.
You yearn to feast,
but go slowly, my love.
My strength returns.
We shall bend this world
to our will again.
But too quickly and her
frail body will give out.
The power of the Eye will
explode from her and be lost.
For you...
I would break Eternity.
(gasping)
I should've never taken my eyes
off of her, not for one second.
Lieutenant.
This thing we do,
I can kill Yaoguai
until the berserkers
come home,
but I can't protect
my own flesh and blood?
I share in your
frustration, Lieutenant.
The sisters Mills are as close
to family as I have left.
But she is not lost.
And if we're to help
her, we must have faith.
If we wage a war
fearing loss,
we surrender to defeat
before a battle has begun.
Where am I?
Who the hell are you?
(shudders)
The Eye lies
within you, mortal.
It speaks of all that was.
(Jenny screaming)
Jenny?!
ABBIE:
Where is she?
She was just here
with Pandora.
JOE: And that thing,
what the hell was that thing?
It was disfigured,
almost mummified.
Where the hell
did they go?
This is Sumerian.
We've seen its like before.
The tablet, the one that
called us the destroyers.
CRANE:
These symbols...
...would suggest a threat
far worse
than we could have imagined.
What is it, Crane?
What kind of monster
are we dealing with this time?
No, no.
No monster.
I believe we are facing
a living, breathing...
god.
♪ ♪
CRANE: May the Hidden
One ever remain unseen.
His domain is the
place of death.
He is uncreation,
unbeing.
Pray his eye does
not fall upon you,
for his gaze is
power infinite.
He's really a god.
Like Zeus or Poseidon.
She is the Pandora
of legend.
Does it not follow
that she might attempt
to raise an
ancient deity?
Okay, I don't care
who he is
or what he is,
we need to head out
to that lair and
take him down.
Rushing into battle
against a power this mighty
would severely diminish Miss
Jenny's chances of survival.
ABBIE: No rushing,
just hurry up,
figure out who he is,
so we can kill him faster.
Right, his name is "Etu 'Ilu,"
roughly translated
as "the Hidden One."
This staff, the gem on
top is meant to represent
his absolute power.
The same power that's
trapped inside of Jenny.
The Shard, yes, referred to
here as the All-Seeing Eye.
All-seeing...
(snaps fingers)
Of course.
She did it on purpose.
CRANE: Miss Jenny drew these
whilst experiencing visions
brought on by the Eye.
It's like her brain
was overloading.
She couldn't get
it out fast enough.
Hey, that staff, it's the same
shape as the one in the book.
Crane, can you read this?
Huh.
"Bring me my All-Seeing Eye,
"that I be made whole.
"With divine providence,
I will reorder the world
as I see fit."
Then some kind of clue,
l-look at this.
This is printed on the back of
every piece of paper currency.
CRANE: The Great Seal
of the United States.
Known then
as the Eye of Providence.
Novus ordo seclorum.
"New order of the ages."
A warning against the threat
of imperialism.
Or an ancient evil.
How did that end up on
the back of a sawbuck?
Ugh, a certain someone
insisted on it.
The most confounding
of Founding Fathers.
His favorite, Ben Franklin.
CRANE: He was forever
boasting about his part
in designing a new currency.
In fact...
he wrote a treatise
on the Eye of Providence.
'Tis in The First Book
of the Masonic Law.
Which I'm gonna just
assume we have upstairs?
(scoffs)
No.
'Tis the most important text
in the Masonic order.
Its pages are privy only
to Grand Master Masons.
One copy exists.
'Tis kept in the chapter room
of the oldest lodge house
in the Masonic Order.
The book has the answers,
we go and get it.
You were once a Mason, Crane.
Where's this lodge house?
The state capital, Albany,
at the university, where it
may be protected and studied
by the brightest, most learned
minds in academia.
♪ You know you make me want to ♪
♪ Shout ♪
♪ Kick my heels back and ♪
♪ Shout... ♪
♪ Throw my head back and ♪
♪ Shout ♪
♪ Throw my hands up and ♪
♪ Shout... ♪
♪ Come on now ♪
♪ Shout ♪
♪ Don't forget to say you will ♪
♪ Shout... ♪
♪ Don't forget to say
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪
♪ Shout... Shout... ♪
CRANE: Why is emulating
a Roman senate gone amok
considered celebratory?
Oh, it's a...
it's a college tradition.
Like winter carnival,
spring break...
naked summer solstice sprint
around the quad.
Beer can make a guy
do strange things.
From time immemorial.
(retching)
(laughter)
Let's just find the book
and get out of here
before the fumes
kill us.
Yes.
In the study.
A secret compartment
behind the stone hearth.
This way.
Whoa, brothers only, dude.
Well met, brother.
What the hell are you doing?
The Tubalcain.
It's the handshake.
You are a Master Mason?
What the hell did you
just call me, you freak?
(guests exclaiming)
Hey!
Hey, everybody, calm down,
all right?
Yo, I'm calm.
♪ Put your hands up and ♪
♪ Shout! ♪
♪ Come on, now ♪
♪ Shout ♪
♪ Don't forget to say
you will... ♪
Fight!
♪ Don't forget to say
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Say you will ♪
♪ Come on now, baby ♪
♪ Say you will ♪
♪ Come on, come on ♪
♪ Say you will... ♪
(singer vocalizing,
improvising)
♪ Say you will... ♪
MAN: Fight!
(music, shouting, laughter
continue in distance)
(Crane mutters quietly)
ABBIE:
Whoo!
(Crane exhales)
Now, Franklin's treatise
was not, in fact,
the definitive history
of the Eye of Providence.
That was written by...
fellow Mason Paul Revere.
Okay, I'm still not used
to the way you name-drop.
What does it say?
The article was penned in 1776,
shortly after Washington crossed
the Delaware River.
Faced with his enemy
General Howe's
continued use
of arcane power,
Washington sought out
a supernatural weapon
of his own...
the self-same Eye of Providence.
General Washington
called for Paul Revere
in his capacity
as arcane weaponsmith.
Revere brought with him
his nephew and apprentice,
Jonathan Revere.
He asked Revere to examine
a weapon he had procured,
a power that could potentially
turn the tide of the war.
An ancient gemstone
said to possess the power
of the gods.
The power of the Eye
was absorbed
by young Jonathan,
just as it was
by our Miss Jenny.
What happened to him?
CRANE:
Revere begged his protégé
to return with him
to Washington's camp,
hopeful they could find a cure
for his condition.
Johnny knew
he did not have long.
He made a heroic sacrifice
that Revere was powerless
to avert.
We need to stop him
before this Hidden One
drains the Eye's energy
out of Jenny.
Or it goes critical
and takes out the town.
Well, that is not
a viable option.
So all we have is a working
knowledge of Sumerian
and a very depressing
Masonic book?
CRANE:
Nevins.
What about Nevins?
He was in the employ of Pandora.
He's not talking. If we
want to find her secrets,
we'll have to do
it on our own.
I know my sister.
She'll hold on until we do.
♪ ♪
(gasping)
(heart beating)
Welcome.
No offense, lady,
but your man is damn ugly.
HIDDEN ONE:
It is your world
that has become
deformed.
A cancer, unchecked,
despoiling a paradise
built to reward the pious.
Ravaged by heathens.
A cleansing must begin,
this world reborn.
The plague of humanity
must be burned away
by righteous fire.
A fire that you
shall return to me.
(screaming)
Revere holds the key!
His account of the Eye
features a series
of seemingly arbitrary
numbers in the marginalia.
A Dumas code.
Revere left a final
encrypted entry
the day following the death
of young Jonathan.
The energy of the Eye
dispersed,
leaving destruction
in its wake.
Yet the artifact itself,
now freed from its hold
on poor Jonathan,
remained intact.
Revere then used the staff
from whence the Eye had come
to draw it out.
Now, Washington decreed the Eye
too dangerous.
'Twas to be hidden,
to prevent it
from falling into
the wrong hands...
Hold on, hold on.
That staff,
it was like an Eye magnet?
If we could find it,
we could use it.
The staff. Of course.
I really hope
you're about to say,
"I think I've seen
this staff before."
Briefly.
The final hours of 1776,
I visited Revere
in his Boston silversmithy.
(clanging)
Major Revere?
Major Revere!
What is it
you want, Crane?
General Mercer inquires
after his Fishkill cutlass,
damaged in the fighting
at Princeton.
Tell Mercer his sword
will be ready tomorrow,
once I deal with
more pressing matters.
An order for General Washington.
Very good.
Thank you, Major.
I heard Master Jonathan
was lost to the pox.
Yes.
That brutal plague.
My sympathies, Paul.
He was kind.
A hard-working lad.
Don't let anyone in too close.
When you lose them,
it'll break you.
CRANE: Revere was smelting
down the staff
on Washington's orders,
reshaping its inscrutable metal
into an iron mold.
Revere's mold was
two halves of a sphere, right?
Do you think
you could sketch
what he was forging?
Can I sketch...
I was painting oils
while Gilbert Stuart was still
shredding snuff in Narragansett.
So that's a yes?
Yes.
Jenny and I had that.
That's the same casing
that held the Eye.
So Revere melted down the staff
to make the casing to contain
the Eye's catastrophic energies.
ABBIE:
More than contain.
Pandora always seems
to know about
all sorts of things
that she shouldn't,
but she couldn't find the Eye.
What if the casing can
contain the power and hide it?
That would explain
why she needed
Nevins to procure
it for her.
So if we can find
the casing,
we can draw the Eye
out of Jenny.
Save her life without having
to destroy half the county.
Nevins still had that casing
when the feds took him in.
It should still be in lockup
with the rest of the evidence.
Back as soon as I can.
(Jenny screaming)
Can you taste the magic
of the old world?
Feel the ichor of life
running through your veins?
(heart beating)
Oh...
The sensation of rebirth
is intoxicating.
Oh, my love...
(moans passionately)
(door opens)
It's good to see you again.
I wish our visit could
last longer, but
in about five minutes,
some friends of mine are gonna
come throw you in a van
and drive you to D.C.,
where a damn alphabet soup
of FBI, DEA, ATF and DOJ
will be waiting to Q&A.
So...
if you have any last words,
fond farewells...
No?
Hmm? Nada?
Hey, man, I get it,
you're pissed at me, hmm?
But I'm gonna be honest.
Even though you're some...
criminal mastermind
and, well, kind of a bastard,
I like you.
All that time
we spent together,
you were a good boss, man.
And I can't help feeling like
I want to do you a solid.
All we need are some names.
You can help yourself
by cooperating here.
Are you trying to play me?
You think I'm scared
of the feds?
Or prison?
(scoffs)
There's no way
I'm making it that far.
If somebody wants you dead,
we can protect you.
Like hell!
(laughs)
Like hell.
Time's up, Foster.
Judge signed
the custodial transfer.
Transpo's waiting.
Abbie Mills.
I've got
information for her.
You tell her if she helps me,
I'll help you.
You trying to play me?
(laughs)
He's yours.
Guy's done enough damage
already.
Let's go.
♪ ♪
SOPHIE:
Mills.
He wants to talk to you.
Nevins?
That's what happens
when you lie to someone
for six months.
They tend not to trust you.
You know, I never lied to you.
Okay, Reynolds did.
If Nevins knows something
about my sister,
put me in a room with him.
How about a van?
(quiet, indistinct
conversation)
PANDORA:
Hello, Atticus.
And good-bye.
I did my best.
I found the Eye,
like you ordered me to.
And you allowed it
to fall into the hands
of a mortal.
But that isn't
the real problem, is it?
You see, my husband
is back in town.
And I need to do
some housecleaning.
I mean,
think of how it would look
if he found out
that an insignificant worm
(gagging)
like you
used my box.
(laughs)
(gasping)
It was a gift
from my husband.
(gagging):
Oh, please,
I'll do anything.
I'll pay anything.
(gasping, gagging)
What the hell?
(quietly):
Damn...
Aw, damn it!
They're dead.
(quietly):
Oh, damn.
Check the van.
We got men down,
suspect on the loose,
transpo bay one.
MAN (over radio): Copy that.
Security teams, lock down
the facility.
No one gets in or out.
All agents
report to your posts.
We are on high alert.
Stay put. I'll be back.
High alert status.
Repeat: report to your posts.
All agents.
Hey.
That's far enough.
Uh, is this about Nevins?
That wicked man
gave me what he owed me.
My sister-- where is she?
You know, you don't have
to fight us, Abbie.
There is a place for you
two Witnesses in the new world.
You have a right by lineage.
I swear,
if you do anything
to harm her...
That is beautiful.
That's loyalty to family.
But I'm sensing
something else underneath.
There's an old wound.
It's festering.
You've failed her before,
haven't you?
(growling)
Tell them what you saw, Abbie!
Tell them!
And it's so tragic.
Mills!
What the hell
are you doing?
Thought I saw something.
Reynolds wants you
in his office.
Hmm.
CRANE: For a structure
that was once an armory,
and despite my best efforts,
we are still in limited
supply of armaments.
I'm not sure what good any
weapon's gonna do against a god.
CRANE:
The Grimoire
of Lycanthropic Curses.
Master Corbin,
you were afflicted
with one of the most insidious
of the lycan curses,
the blood thirst
of the Wendigo.
(crackling)
(growls)
Not a subject to revisit.
I'd do anything to save Jenny.
You went to weapon up.
I thought that...
(sighs) if there was some way
that I could access
that power again,
that ferocity, but control it...
There are lines
we do not cross.
Forces we do not unleash.
Or else we risk
the very humanity
for which we fight.
Yeah, I get the logic.
Just doesn't make me
feel any better.
I know.
Often, when love
grips the heart,
logic can abandon the mind.
We will save Miss Jenny,
and when we do,
she will need you
in the form of a man,
not a beast.
(scoffs)
The more bodies that we throw
at this Nevins thing,
the more chance
we have of catching him
before he slips the nets.
I should be out there look...
You should park it
in that chair.
My case aside,
our relationship aside,
Nevins is a dangerous man.
Withholding information...
If you're implying
I know where he is, I don't.
Your sister was involved.
Jenny has an interest
in antiquities.
She was tracking
something down.
Did money change hands?
Did she get
what she was looking for?
Well, that has no bearings
in your case.
I'll decide that.
(sighs)
While I was down in D.C.,
you pulled surveillance off
of Nevins' base of operations.
Agent Foster caught your friend
Crane snooping around,
and then, just an hour ago,
the one person Nevins asked for,
the one person he thinks
can cover his ass...
Mills, you do not
walk out on me.
I'm your superior officer.
Are you gonna tell me
that this isn't personal?
We both made
promises, Danny.
And guess what?
We both broke them.
You haven't been straight
with me
from the second
I pulled into this town.
At least I tried
to be honest with you.
I want to tell
you everything,
but I can't.
All I ask
is that you try to understand.
Yeah, I can't do that.
And if you can't give me
the answers
I need...
Mills...
WALTERS:
You were told not to call
this number, Agent Reynolds.
Unless I had a problem,
and this rates.
The asset we were cultivating,
we just lost her.
(over speaker): This is Abbie
Mills. You know what to do,
and if this is you, Crane,
I mean it, wait for the beep.
(beep)
REYNOLDS:
It's me. Look...
I know you think we each
have a different dog
in this fight,
but we're on the same side.
I haven't filed
your resignation yet.
Come in, figure this thing out,
I don't have to.
State and local are on this now.
Setting up road blocks
in a 20-mile radius.
Also, we have people
at the train and bus stations,
Westchester County Airport.
The river?
Yeah, Ossining has double
patrols on the Hudson.
It's getting dark now.
He's likely injured,
but he could still cover
some ground overnight.
Something else?
I know you and Agent Mills
were close,
but if I had known
that you...
Was there anything else,
Agent Foster?
Yeah, there sure as hell is.
Before she turned in
her security pass,
Mills requested all
this from Tactical.
Assault breaching equipment,
night vision goggles,
high explosive ordnance?
That's heavy gear for someone
who just turned in their badge.
Is she even trained
to use all that stuff?
I knew her at Quantico.
If the situation calls,
she's trained to wage war.
You don't owe me this,
Foster,
but I need you to find her.
(gun clicking)
This is a rescue mission,
pure and simple.
We go in hard and fast,
grab Jenny, get
the Eye out of her,
and get the hell
out of there.
You are not pulling
any punches.
I haven't seen hardware
like this since my last tour.
If Pandora and her boyfriend
get in our face,
we put them down.
Roger that.
Heartily seconded.
Let's put this stuff
in the car and go.
I found this in lockup.
Belonged to Nevins.
Looked old, magical,
you know, Crane-ish.
Thought it might come in handy.
The Ynglinga Saga?
Oh, my.
Wait, look.
These are summoning spells.
Some in Latin, some in Norse.
Wait, Norse like
those berserkers
that came after Jenny?
Nevins must have used this
to summon them.
Now I'm curious.
What other creatures
could this raise?
I like where you're headed
with this.
Wait, so that book can pull
monsters out of Pandora's box?
If it can,
it may be very handy indeed.
Let's go get my sister.
The time has come
to return what is mine.
(weakly): I hope...
you choke on it.
PANDORA:
Wait.
Just a moment, dearest.
I want to watch.
Of course.
From this moment on,
as we planned all those
thousands of years ago,
we shall be together
in all things.
I'm in position.
ABBIE (over radio):
Copy that, Joe.
How do you like
our odds, Crane?
Be honest.
Three mortals
facing a woman of legend
and an ancient deity.
Obviously, we don't
stand a chance.
I did say "Be honest."
I'd like to think you
and I have developed,
over the years,
Lieutenant.
We have fought off
horsemen, demons,
witches.
Norse berserkers,
whispering wraiths.
Zombie redcoats.
Evil scarecrows,
golem.
And we sent them packing.
Mm.
Handily.
Yeah, we did.
This is our first god, though.
This plan of ours
is crazy, yeah?
Is that a question?
I mean it, Crane.
What if my judgment is impaired
because it's Jenny out there?
"To wage war fearing loss
is to give in to defeat."
And yet the only thing
running through my mind is
I am going to lose my sister.
With all respect
to my fellow compatriot,
Major Revere,
your spirit and mine
is made of far heartier stock.
Mm.
Hence our most impressive roster
of victories.
'Tis because we care.
Come what may.
We're moving in, Joe. Stand by.
Standing by.
You ready to fight
some bad guys, Crane?
Indeed.
My man.
ABBIE:
All clear.
Pop the door.
(latch thuds, door creaks)
ABBIE:
We're in.
Let's move.
(Jenny groaning, moaning)
(Jenny cries out, sobs)
She's alive.
Joe, I got eyes on Jenny.
(over radio):
She's still with us.
JOE (over radio):
We need to move quickly,
before that thing
inside her blows.
Ready to shock and awe.
Good to go.
Cover me.
Intruders, my love.
No, no, no.
Let me.
Enjoy your feast.
(gasps)
Nothing more irritating
than unannounced guests.
Yeah, I thought
about your offer,
and I came to tell you
you can go to hell.
Time and again,
you resist the
fact that fate
cannot be changed.
Yours is sealed.
As is your sister's.
We're stubborn that way.
Fire in the hole.
(Pandora gasps)
Abbie, you have
to get out of here.
It's too late.
Hold on.
I'm gonna get
that thing out of you.
No.
(heart beating)
You have to go.
There's no time.
I'm not leaving you.
Never again.
Vocat agmina nostra
tellure antiquis
temporibus processit...
continentiam vacuum
irrumperent--
emergere.
How dare you.
Entia vacuum.
Emergere.
Humans often
refuse to accept
when they have
been defeated.
Let me help you with that.
Abbie!
No.
Oh, no.
You have no idea
what you are doing.
Oh, I rather think I do.
Let us see what creatures
from within heed my call.
(both speaking Latin)
Emergere!
Entia vacuum...
Emergere! Continentiam
(speaking Latin)
vacuum...
irrumperent!
(Jenny sobbing)
Hold on, Jenny.
Come on. Come on.
(gasps)
(sighs)
(gasping)
(rumbling)
JENNY:
Abbie, what have you done?
Abbie...
I have to do this.
It's the only way
that I can save you.
Abbie! Don't!
Lieutenant!
Don't.
Take care of each other.
(rumbling)
(groans)
(panting)
Joe.
(groans)
Oh, thank God.
Oh, no.
(gasping)
Abbie?
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