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[metal scraping rock]

[sand falling]

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

My God. I think this is it.

We don't know that yet.

We will.

We will, my friend.

-Hey, John, what are you doing? -We can't do that here.

We gotta get it to the States, under controlled conditions.

For all you know, it could disintegrate before we can even read it.

[man speaking ancient language]

[John] For God's sake,

-keep your lights on. -[man] I'm trying, John, it won't stay on.

Come on. We gotta get this scroll back to Hitchcock.

He's the one paying our way.

John, re-seal it.

We have to leave here.

Yes.

You're right.

-You and Jones start on down. -No, we go to--

I'll follow you!

[man speaking ancient language]

[grunts]

[man speaking ancient language]

[men grunting]

[John humming]

[man yelling]

[man] No! No!

[man 2 screaming]

[humming]

[narrator] Since the beginning of time, mankind has existed between

the world of light and the world of darkness.

Our secret society has been here forever,

protecting others from the creatures

who inhabit the shadows and the night.

known only to the initiated by our true name,

The Legacy.

And how long have these disturbances been going on?

Since early fall.

But no one so far has been harmed

by the apparition.

So. Alex?

Leave it to me.

Well, be careful. It's supposed to snow, right?

Oh, yeah. Before you all go charging off,

there's one other piece of news.

A donation

from Randolph Hitchcock.

Isn't he that guy

who got in trouble with the State Department last spring

for buying up all those oil wells in the Middle East?

-The same. -[Rachel] Why would he wanna donate

anything to the Winston Rayne Collection?

Randolph knew my father quite well,

and we traveled together.

And in fact,

more than 20 years ago,

he was a member of this Legacy House.

So I invited him

to come here tonight with some kind

of spectacular artifact he's discovered.

And I'd like you all to meet him.

That's the one thing he requested.

Tonight?

Eight o'clock, in the study.

[Nick] Eight o'clock.

[driver] Here we are, sir.

Have a nice evening.

[car door closes]

Randolph.

Come in.

When I got your message,

I could hardly believe it came from you.

[chuckles]

I don't know why.

It only took me 21 years to send it.

[both chuckling]

[playing piano]

[Derek] Ladies and gentlemen,

Randolph Hitchcock.

These are my colleagues.

Rachel Corrigan.

Pleasure.

My pleasure, I'm sure.

Nick Boyle.

Hello, Nick. How are you?

Good, thanks.

Father Philip Callaghan.

Alexandra Moreau.

-Hello, nice to meet you. -Enchanted.

Well, Derek, it would seem that you have raised

a fine family here.

It makes me all the sorrier I never had one of my own.

I'm sure Derek

has told that you that, uh, I was,

once upon a time, a member of The Legacy myself.

But, due to a tragic accident...

and perhaps an even more tragic misunderstanding,

I was forced to leave.

I have always regretted that.

-As have I. -Well...

I've wondered, all these years

how to make amends.

But it wasn't until I came upon this...

that I felt sure I'd found it.

I can't imagine a better place

for the mysteries contained herein to be unraveled

than the Winston Rayne Hall of Antiquities.

I don't mind telling you,

it took me three expeditions to find this scroll.

Expeditions where?

To Qumran,

where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found.

What exactly is this?

That is what I'm hoping The Legacy can tell me.

As I'm sure you're aware,

the Dead Sea Scrolls were found in cliffside caves.

Eleven caves in all.

Yes, exactly.

But less well-known is the fact that the original scrolls

refer to other scrolls and to a twelfth cave,

which has never been discovered.

[Rachel] And you found it?

I found... the twelfth cave.

And discovered this inside it.

But... what's it written in?

It looks almost like...

Sumerian.

But it's not.

No, it isn't.

There are many unanswered questions about this scroll.

What it says.

What this parchment is made of.

And when, precisely, it, uh, dates from.

That's why I was hoping The Legacy would be able

to examine and preserve this.

I would love to take a crack at deciphering it.

[chuckles]

Same.

Derek, your cohorts are chomping at the bit already.

[chuckles] Yeah, look what you've done now.

Oh, Randolph.

Thank you again.

You know how sorry I am, and always have been,

for what happened to Alicia.

I've never actually forgiven myself.

Well then, it's time you did.

It's over, Derek.

It's taken me years to realize that.

But now I have realized it.

Now, you... must do the same.

Thank you.

So you'd like to oversee the work on the scroll?

Well, unless you wanna fight me for it.

I'm glad to see you and your old friend

reconciled after all these years.

So am I.

So am I.

[Nick] Burning the midnight oil?

Yeah, just making some notes.

So you and Hitchcock

used to raise some hell together, huh?

Yeah.

Quite a long time ago.

Who's the babe?

Randolph's fiancee. Her name was Alicia.

Yeah?

If you hadn't educated me,

I would have felt certain that she was with you.

Hitchcock

is a better man than I thought.

Back then, the three of us were inseparable.

And whatever happened to her?

She died.

I'm sorry.

[beeping]

Have you come to wish me a bon voyage?

Think you can handle this?

-What, The Pennywhistle Inn? -Mmm-hmm.

Trust me.

You okay?

Of course. Why?

I don't know. It looks like

you could use a good night's rest.

Did you sleep at all last night?

Not much, actually.

Bad dreams, I'm afraid.

Take care.

-Call me if you need me, okay? -Mmm.

[door closes]

[church bell tolls]

[innkeeper] No. No, no, please. Please, don't go.

The house isn't haunted. It's just the plumbing.

It's just very loud.

[man] You'll never get our business again.

[innkeeper] It's not ghosts, really.

-[man] Come on. -Whoa.

Another satisfied customer, I see.

[indignant chattering]

Please, it's not as bad as it seems...really.

Well, how would you like to rent me a room and tell me all about it?

-You're serious? -Absolutely.

-Well, let me take your bags. -Great.

Come on in.

Here we go.

Okay. Thank you.

[Alex] Wow.

Now, this is an incredible room.

Are all the rooms this nice?

I wish I could say they were.

This is the best of them all.

After my parents died last year

and left this place to me,

I spent everything I had renovating it.

Well, it's... It's great.

Everybody always wants to stay

in a quaint bed-and-breakfast, and...

But nobody wants to share a bath.

So...

I had them put in this customized bathroom.

Even one of these shower massage heads.

Well, all right, then. I'll take it.

You might want to think twice about that.

This is the room where...

Where three people have seen the ghost.

Once, it was standing by that window.

Once, he was standing at the foot of the bed.

And once...

Once what?

Once he even tried to get into bed with a guest.

[laughs]

[playing somber piano piece]

Thank you, sir.

What was that tune you were playing just now, Derek?

Oh. Honestly, I...

I don't know where it came from.

-Must have heard it someplace before. -Hmm.

I hate to be the one to interrupt such inspiration,

-barging in here like this. -Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not at all.

I certainly understand your eagerness

to decipher the scroll.

Well, it took me

such a hellishly long time to find it.

I suppose I just can't wait to discover what we have.

Do you know anything?

These things take time.

We're working on it.

Ah.

And, unless the protocols have changed since my day,

the laboratory would be off-limits

to anyone except the members of The Legacy.

Is that right?

Well, that's still the protocol, yes.

Oh.

But, uh, given the circumstances,

I think an exception can be made.

Please.

Wonderful.

[Randolph] I'd like to be able to say

the place hasn't changed a bit.

But it has.

And all to the good, apparently.

Randolph was wondering

if we've made any progress with the scroll yet.

[Nick] We've run tests on the parchment and ink,

but nothing yet.

[Randolph] What about the age?

Have you been able to determine that?

Carbon dating's done

just outside of Stanford University's campus.

I'd give them a phone call

and ask if they'd run the test again.

[Randolph] Oh?

Precisely what date did they give you?

11,000 B.C., plus or minus 200 years.

Isn't that impossible?

From everything I understand,

and I would bow to your expertise on this.

But, far as I know,

no written language had even been invented

at such an early date.

True.

And we've never seen writing like this before.

I seem to have bestowed

more questions than answers on The Legacy, eh?

[Nick] Derek?

You all right?

Why wouldn't I be?

Randolph...

I think we've done enough here.

It's better if you go now.

Oh.

Yes.

Of course.

Good luck.

Yeah.

[breathing heavily]

I never meant to do any of it.

I never meant to hurt anyone.

God is my witness.

I was as much in the dark as anyone.

I knew no more than Conway or Jones.

May God's word protect me.

They can't blame me.

Not for that.

I was doing what I'd been paid to do.

Just as they were.

We all went into this with our eyes open.

Wide open.

[ghostly voices whispering]

[grunts]

[yelling]

[Rachel] Derek? I got your call. I--

Are you all right?

What?

Your face, I can...

I can see it in the window. It's...

What the hell's going on?

Oh, just a momentary lapse. Nothing really.

I don't believe you.

-I said it was nothing! -Uh...

Well, excuse me. I just, uh...

So, what are you doing here?

You called me.

I was seeing a patient. You asked me to come.

Don't you remember?

It was a mistake.

Maybe you're pushing yourself too hard.

You know, "fools rush in--"

I'm not a fool!

[gasps]

Excuse me?

You heard me.

What are you doing?

You... You're sweating.

I'm fine.

[shower running]

[shivers]

Come on, hot water.

[shivers]

[child crying]

[static and clattering coming from radio]

[knocks]

Harper!

Open up!

[church bell tolls]

How can you stand this?

What did you do with the money I paid you?

Blood money.

I gave it away.

To Jones' and Conway's families.

Mmm, very noble of you.

Also rather...

pitiful.

I won't be...

staying.

What is it you want?

I want the scroll back.

You can't be serious.

Why?

Why?

You need to ask me that?

Two men have died already.

You know its power.

It has to be destroyed.

And you think

this collection of clutter

is going to keep you safe?

I'm alive, aren't I?

You're alive because of me!

And you'll stay that way

if you keep your mouth shut.

Forget you ever saw the scroll.

It's good advice.

Take it.

What advice did you give Derek Rayne?

Derek Rayne.

So you do get out.

The scroll belongs to him now.

It will do with him as it sees fit.

[laughs]

You've got to get the scroll back.

Conway and Jones come for me

every night.

I've got to get it back.

I've got to burn it!

It's the only way to make it stop.

It's the only way to end this.

I'll see what I can do.

[loon calls]

[screaming]

[yawns]

[gasps softly]

[exhales]

Derek.

Uh...

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I had to see you.

So I broke in through the side entrance.

-I couldn't help myself. -[sighs]

I keep seeing this image.

Fire. Something burning.

And this sound of...voices.

Voices?

You're hearing voices?

I've heard them before.

Her name was Alicia.

Alicia Summers.

She and Randolph Hitchcock

were due to be married a long time ago.

Who took this picture?

I did.

Just be-- Before, uh...

It was supposed to be a simple operation.

Get in, get data, get out.

We'd have been fine, except...

Alicia wouldn't listen.

She was supposed to meet us at the car,

but she came looking for me.

This thing we'd been tracking...

had grabbed her...

and ripped her apart.

And when she died it was as if

the world opened up and...

you could hear this sound.

Cries of the damned.

Voices screaming. It was horrible.

And Randolph loved her so much.

And what about you?

Did you love her, too?

Yes.

I've never said it to anyone before.

But, yes, I did.

The visions.

But everything you've told me...

There wasn't any fire.

No, nothing like that.

And yet,

it's the image of fire I keep seeing.

Derek...

you know that people who are

born with the ability to

see things that no one else can see,

there... There is a certain

instability, it...

There is a danger

of losing touch with reality.

That's why I came here to see you.

Before something terribly wrong happens again.

Who's this?

Oh,

the original owners of the house,

the Cartwrights.

I thought of enlarging that picture

-and hanging it up in the front hall. -Mmm.

I wonder what happened to them.

I don't know. They built the house,

and when their son died of pneumonia,

they sold it.

Hmm.

You said these disturbances began this fall.

Yes, that's right.

I remember it was just after

the workmen finished with their renovations.

For the longest time I thought it was

just that they'd done something wrong, like

maybe hanging the new doors off-kilter,

something like that.

These renovations,

did they include the room I'm in?

Oh, yes.

That was the biggest part of the job.

Get away.

I've killed two men already, Mr. Rayne.

What's one more?

What do you want?

To save your life.

That's all.

Have we heard from Derek?

No. Rachel called.

Said she spoke to him this morning.

Oh, yeah?

Did she say what was wrong with him?

Not really.

How's it coming with the translation?

That's a good question.

Got an answer?

No. No answers.

I can't make head nor tail of it.

And neither can the computer.

I've had this scroll carbon-dated

a half a dozen times,

and the answer keeps coming up the same.

-11,000 B.C. -Yep.

And we both know that can't be right.

The, uh, composition analysis of the ink

and parchment showed up this morning.

Great. So, what's it made of?

Flax, rice paper, papyrus?

Skin.

Skin? What kind of skin?

Sheep? Goat?

Human.

Human?

And the ink is blood.

Here, have a look.

[computer beeping]

See the movement?

Yeah.

Human blood?

Yes.

The ink, or blood,

is motile.

The scroll is alive.

[Derek] Hitchcock?

You know him as well?

Yes. Too well.

-He's my friend. -Is he?

Well, what are you talking about?

Nothing.

Or something...

that came between you?

So terrible he's never forgiven you.

Alicia?

A woman.

Now there's a reason.

-Oh, shut up! -See?

Scars buried deep inside your soul.

Scars he's never forgiven.

-He has. He told me. -No.

Never!

Randolph Hitchcock never forgives

anyone...

for anything.

Nor does the scroll.

The scroll?

It will drive you mad.

You will hear things that no one said.

And you will see things that aren't there.

No one can help you, Mr. Rayne.

The scroll...

will take your sanity.

And then, it will take your life.

Precautions, Mr. Rayne.

Take great precautions.

We're brothers now.

Like it or not.

[child crying]

[door creaks]

Oh, my.

[sighs]

[gasps]

That's it, isn't it?

This was your room.

The one they tore out.

Oh. [clicks tongue]

Poor baby.

[water splashing]

[John] In the name of Adoshem,

eternal and everlasting one,

prince of princes, lord of light,

angel of absolution.

Let no evil penetrate this sacred circle.

Have mercy upon me.

And let thine angels come

and take up their abode in this place.

Protect thy humble servant

from the powers of the night and the demons of the pit.

Make of my spirit

a beacon of righteousness.

Make of me a pillar of light

and cleanse my soul of all impurity.

[panting]

[screaming]

Oh, God!

[screaming]

Derek?

When did you get in?

Late.

After midnight.

We were worried about you.

The scroll.

It's not Sumerian.

It's Paleo-Hebrew.

The earliest form I've ever seen.

And I suppose now you can read this?

Yeah. I did.

Well, what does it say?

It's a confession.

To what?

Murder.

It's the first murder confession ever made.

I don't follow you.

It's the confession of Cain

to the killing of his brother, Abel.

And it's his curse... Exile,

madness and death

for whomever possesses the scroll.

Oh, my...

[wood clattering]

[firefighters radio chatter]

[Derek] God. I should have known.

Fire.

[firefighter] Gary, can you, uh, check the, uh, warehouse

to the right of us here.

When did this happen?

Last night.

The call came in after midnight.

Was there anyone inside?

Who are you?

Derek Rayne.

I-I knew a man who claimed he lived here.

Well, if he was in there when this thing went up,

there won't be much left.

All we've found so far

are odds and ends burnt beyond recognition.

-Any idea what started it? -Hard to say.

Given the way it went up, I'd say it was arson.

My God.

[John] I'm here... Rayne.

Drive.

Just...drive.

[starts car]

[Randolph] Derek.

I received your message.

It's been many years

since I received a summons to this house.

Well, what have you discovered?

I'd love to know what it says.

Oh, I think you know, Randolph.

I think you know.

You knew when you brought it to The Legacy.

I gave that scroll to you.

Would you like it back?

You've never forgiven me

for what happened to Alicia that night.

Have you?

[breathing heavily]

No.

You were in love with her.

Weren't you, Rayne?

Did you think I was blind?

She loved you.

Yes!

She did!

She loved me, Derek! Not you!

Is that why you had her killed?

I would never have done anything

to put Alicia in danger.

No?

Wasn't it you

who led us into that bloody disaster?

If it hadn't been for you...

[tearfully] ...hadn't been for you,

she'd still be alive.

She'd be my wife.

If it hadn't been for you.

You think you know now what the scroll says?

Did you decipher the lettering yourself?

Or have you been talking to a raving lunatic

named John Harper?

John Harper is no lunatic.

So you did know the man.

Oh, I still know him, Randolph.

He's alive.

There,

my friend, you are wrong.

He's dead.

And now...

[chuckles]

...so are you.

You seemed...suicidal.

I didn't think you'd actually try.

[John] No.

You tried.

But I can't go...

without the scroll.

Are you mad?

The scroll doesn't belong to you.

It belongs to him.

Curse and all.

I bequeathed it

to Derek Rayne.

Look. Look at his forehead.

It even bears the mark of Cain.

Harper, no!

-Don't! -It's mine now.

I found it.

And I'll put an end to it.

No!

It has to be destroyed!

[screaming]

You fool!

[ghostly scream]

No!

No, you can't have me!

[spirit groans]

Harper.

Harper.

He can't hear you.

[door opens]

Hitchcock.

[Philip] He's getting away.

Do you want him?

No. Not for now.

Derek.

It's gone.

I know who you are.

You're Benjamin, aren't you?

Uh-huh.

And this is where you died.

Here in the nursery.

Cold. It's so cold.

Oh.

I know you are.

But if I warmed you up

and got them to redo your room, would you

stop wandering through the house at night?

Cold.

Well, come on then, little guy.

[Whispers] come on.

There you go.

Oh, you've been cold way too long.

There.

Get some sleep now.

Mmm.

Sweet little boy.