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[phone ringing]

-Yes.
-[man]Sir, we have
a delivery out here.

What, at this time of night?

I'm afraid so,
it's a big crate.

Does he have
the proper credentials?

Yes, it's from
Night Owl Express.

All right, then.
Send him up to the front door.

[doorbell ringing]

Coming.

[continues ringing]

Coming.

Night Owl delivery.

Where do you want this thing?

Um... Put it down
over here, please.

[grunting]

Man, you have
some security out here.

What is this place? Fort Knox?

Not quite.

Hey. Sign at the bottom there,
would you?

Yeah, I got
the ferry boat guy
waiting for me.

So, kind of in a hurry.

You know what I mean, Jeeves.

The name is not "Jeeves."

Do you mind?

Thank you.

[groans]

[creature chittering]

[screams]

[yells]

[creature exclaims]

Frederick.

Frederick, what happened?

I fell.

What's this?

Just delivered
for Mr. Sloan. Oh!

Let Rachel have
a look at this cut.

[all chittering]

[theme music playing]

[Derek] The box was sent here
addressed to William Sloan.

For me?

Yes. We contacted
the delivery company.

It was sent yesterday
from Las Cruces, New Mexico.

The sender's name was false,
so was the return address.

And the fee was paid in cash.

Did they have a description
of who brought it to them?

No. Actually, to add
to the mystery,

the guy who booked it in
can't be found.

He's been missing
since he clocked out.

That's a little unsettling.

Yes. It is.

Who knew that you were
scheduled to come here

and didn't know
you had canceled?

No one should have.

Especially outside The Legacy.

My itinerary, as always,
was confidential.

Could be coincidental, but...

Well, who knows, maybe
the sender may have assumed

that we would
forward it to you.

But that still doesn't explain
the false name and address.

Or the missing clerk, does it?

No.

I am rather curious
to know what's inside.

So am I.

Okay, you have my permission
to take a look, Derek,

but do me a favor, be careful.

Don't open it till you made
a thorough examination.

You know me better than that.

Come on, Derek,
you know I had to say that.

You do have a tendency to be
a little impulsive sometimes.

Me?

Yes, you.

Hmm. Well, other than
a slight crack here,

that appears to have
happened recently,

possibly during shipment
or when Frederick tripped,

the integrity of the box
is substantial.

There is no disturbance
in the auric field,

no internal heat source,

no magnetic aberrations
on the piezo scan.

There's basically no indication
of supernatural presence.

And there's no wires,
no electronics, no explosives.

I mean, it's just
what it looks like.
It's a box.

All right. Let's shut it down.

No occult signs or markings.

-How's he doing?
-He's fine.

It's just a cut and a few
bruises. I told him to rest.

But, of course,
you know Frederick,
he's got to clean up first.

[imitating Frederick]
But, of course.

So this old box
is in pretty good shape
considering...

How old do you think it is?

Six, seven hundred years,
my guess.

Nick is going to try affixing
a more accurate date.

So why don't we open it up?

Has anyone ever
called you "impulsive"?

Only you, Derek.

All right.

All right.

[creature squealing]

[spraying]

All right,
this isn't happening.

Why don't I just
get a cutting torch
and get this over with?

Do it.

[light switch clicks
repeatedly]

[footsteps descending]

[creature chittering]

[exclaiming]

Hey.

Watch out.

Not exactly buried treasure.

It's more like
garage sale rejects here.

Wait a second.

Cool.

Bagpipes.

Do you play?

Well, doesn't everyone?

Yeah, right, bagpipes were
very big in my neighborhood.

[bagpipes droning]

You're kidding.
You don't actually play?

Yes, I do.
Well, I did. A little.

In my wilder days,
I had this boyfriend,

and he figured
a rock and roll bagpipe band

was the thing.

Far out, man.

Groovy.

I think we should try affixing
dates and places of origin

to as many of these artifacts
as we can.

If there's
some kind of pattern,

it might help us finding out
whose idea of joke this box is.

[bagpipes continue]

[intercom beeps]

Yes, Frederick.

Yeah. Derek,
Frederick wants to see you.

There's some electrical problem
in the hallway.

-[Derek] Coming?
-Sure.

Have fun.

[chuckles]

[playing melody]

[Derek] Frederick.

[Frederick]
It's very strange, Dr. Rayne,

but all the lights
in the library
and this corridor,

they keep exploding.

I replace them, leave,
come back and...

They're broken again.

Well, it could be some kind of
power surge, a short.

Maybe something wrong
with the bulbs.

Call an electrician
in the morning.

In the meantime,
we should leave
the switches off

and not replace
any more bulbs.

All right, then.

Thank you very much.

[Nick] Thank you, Frederick.

Maybe we should
look into the possibility

this has something to do
with that box.

[creature babbling]

[chuckles]

Will there be anything else
for the evening?

-Oh, I think
that ought to do it.
-Very well, then.

I'll just finish up
in the kitchen

and before I leave
for the night,

I'll bring up some bulbs
from the storage unit.

-[creature babbling]
-Just in case you need them.

Mmm, Frederick.

How's your head feeling?

Hard as ever, Ms. Alex.

[chuckles]

Thank you for asking,
and good night.

Good night, Frederick.

[creature growling]

Although the handwork
and the markings
appear much older,

I am starting
from the 19th century
and working my way back.

It was not uncommon
for the silversmiths

to make their work look older,
therefore, more valuable.

[creature growling]

Whoa!

Whoa!

[creature chittering]

Oh!

What's going on?

[muffled groaning]

Alex?

Ugh!

[panting]

[groans]

[laughing]

It's not funny.

Yes, it is.

No permanent damage,
didn't even break the skin.

Good thing you had
those drapes on your head.

If I could only figure out
how they got on me.

-Yeah.
-Did you see anything?

No.

I just heard
this high-pitch sound

and then the drapes fell.

Let's take it
from the beginning.

Step by step.

You were here
like this, reading.

Right.

You reached over
for the plate.

Maybe, you inadvertently
knocked over the milk glass.

It broke on the floor.

You stood up, startled,
as anyone would.

You tipped the couch back over.

Grabbed for the drapes,
pulled them down,

and the curtain rod
hit you on the head.

Derek, I was drinking milk,
not scotch.

I was only playing
devil's advocate.

And I didn't
pull the drapes down,

I distinctly heard
the curtain rod pop out,

and then when I looked up,
that's when I heard the noise.

What kind of noise?

It was a hum, a drone,
it could even have been voices.

And the drapes fell,

and I'm struggling,
struggling, struggling,
it hits me... Ow!

God! Hits me on the head,

it was definitely
a metallic object.

You were studying
the silver pitcher.

-Right.
-Where is it?

It's gone.

No, it can't be gone.

-Yeah.
-It was right there.

It was not uncommon
for the silversmiths

to make their work look older,
therefore, more valuable.

[clattering]

-[buzzing]
-[Alexandra groaning]

See, that's the noise.
That's exactly what I heard.

There may have been more
in Sloan's gift box

than just a pile of junk.

We want to send
your box back to you,
William, immediately.

What's the problem?

Well, I think
the damn thing is haunted.

Surprise, surprise.

I told you to be careful.

We ran every test available

before we opened it,

and every result was negative.

Hope no one's been hurt.

Nothing serious.

Whatever this entity is,

at least for now,
doesn't appear
to be malevolent.

It just likes the dark,

it seems to get upset
if you turn the lights on.

Photophobic.

Yes.

So turn the lights out
and go to bed.

It's late enough
even for you, Derek.

We looked at the scan
you did of the box.

So far, we found
nothing like it
in any Legacy database.

I've assigned several teams

to start digging through
the stacks in our library.

Any guesses who
might have sent this?

Guesses? Plenty.

Unfortunately, The Legacy has
never been short on enemies.

Hopefully, if we can build
a pattern from the contents,

it might give us some leads.

I'll keep you in the loop.

I'll be here.

In the meantime, Derek,

remember what happened
to Pandora

when she opened
the wrong box.

Going by the silversmith's mark
on the missing pitcher,

I'd put it
at 18th century Wales.

Well, this appears to be...

What is it,
16th century English?

And this leather strap,

it could come from a saddle,

possibly Austrian,
18th century.

And I got Irish linen,
14th century,

and by the style
of the carving in the wood,

this appears to be Belgian.

Late 17th, maybe 18th century.

Well, I have hopes of getting
this one right on the money.

The doll's dress is embroidered

"To Clarissa,
Love Aunt Jeanette."

I am running a search
on the girl's name,

cross reference
with the aunt's, and voila.

Very clever.

So how are we doing
on everything else?

Good, with reference to

trying to figure out
where this junk comes from.

And not so good as far as
how everything's related.

It's all random from different
countries, different centuries.

The oldest seems to be
the box and these bagpipes.

Thirteenth century Scotland
I think.

Maybe that's where
we should start.

Mmm-hmm. Have you had
a chance to try it out?
See what you remembered?

Do you know the expression,
"Waking the dead"?

[all laugh]

I don't think it's exactly
prudent in this house.

No, seriously,
you should try playing it.

It would be interesting to hear

what an instrument that old
could sound like.

A-ha! Well, maybe I will,

but not in public.

Go get some rest.
You too, Alex.

I have a feeling we have
a long night ahead of us.

Mmm.

Well, all right.
If you hear some

melodic wheezing
coming from upstairs, lad,

it'll either be
my lungs collapsing

or these bagpipes,
won't it now?

[laughing]

[buzzing on recording]

[pitch modulating]

[bagpipes playing]

[creature buzzing]

[creature babbling]

[creature squeaking]

[buzzing and warbling]

[sighs]

[clattering]

[creature babbling]

[many creatures squeaking]

[creatures buzzing]

[groans]

[creatures squealing]

Derek, what happened?
Are you all right?

Oh, yes. I heard some noises,

I came down, and something
tripped me and...

What the hell went on in there?

[Nick] No lights.

[Derek] What a surprise.

Looks like there was
a party going on
before you crashed it.

Just your average
beer drinking,

chess playing, things that go
bump in the night.

Well, this guy
was one move away
from checkmate.

When you interrupted,
no wonder they got angry.

Where'd you find that?

It was thrown at me.

These guys are
regular party animals.

Get Alex and Rachel.

I want some tests run.

Check the inside of this
for residue.

See if we can determine

chemistry of the stains
on the doll.

What are you looking for?

I am not sure,
it's just a feeling.

But putting all this
prankish behavior aside,

I'd say we'd be making
a big mistake

if we underestimated
these beings.

Yeah.

[laughs]

I am sorry

to be taking this so lightly,

but from where I am sitting,
everything you're telling me

sounds fairly comical.

You sure you're not the one
who had one too many beers,
Derek?

No, but I'm considering it.

I've apologized already.

One apology per conversation

is as much as
I ever allow myself.

This was intended to be
your problem if you remember.

I do remember.

I also understand your concern.

The line between
malice and mischief
can be very tenuous,

especially with spirits.

I think we're actually
getting somewhere.

Yeah?

William, I am
switching you over
into the control room.

Alex, Nick.

Rachel, good evening.

[Alex] Good evening.

Okay, we have Clarissa Mayhew

who was born
in London, England,

March 5th, 1856.

Aunt Jeanette
was Jeanette Montpelier.

Jeanette Montpelier?

If it's the same one,
she was the Precept
of the Paris House,

who was murdered.

Well, that's
very possible, sir.

In 1865, while visiting
her aunt in Paris,

the two of them were apparently
bludgeoned to death

while asleep in their beds.

And just to
make things creepier,

the stains on this doll

are human blood.

The chemistry of the residue
in the pitcher

came up pretty lethal as well.

You have a date
and place of origin
for that pitcher?

Yes, Welsh, 18th century.

"Selwyn Roberts, Legacy member.

Poisoned in Cardiff,
May 19th, 1761."

We also have a saddle
with a cut bridle.

"Heinrich Olsdorff,

died from a fall during a hunt

under suspicious circumstances,
Vienna, 1705."

Where are you pulling
your information from?

I opened a file listing
"Mysterious deaths
of Legacy members."

What you seem to have thereare
souvenirs of these murders.

I'll download my file,

and you can try to match up
the rest of those artifacts.

All we need to know
is what these entities are

and who sent them.

The what is much more important
at the moment than the who,

your safety is foremost.

And believe me, once we know
how many of these murders
were connected,

we'll find out
who's responsible.

Derek, if you need
anything, we're here.

[Derek] Thank you, William.

Keep the lights on.

[Alex] I feel
an all-nighter coming on.

[Nick] Yeah,
I think I'm gonna
go make some coffee.

-You want some?
-That would be great.

-Rachel?
-Please.

-Derek?
-No, thank you.

Here. Keep it on.

Deal.

So, where do we start?

[creature babbling]

[exclaims]

[creature buzzing,
metal tapping]

[creatures chittering]

[exclaims]

Come on.

Come on.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

[creatures growling]

All right. Are you gonna
give me another shot?

You gonna give me
another shot? Come on.

[creature growling]

All right, that's strike two.

You gonna give me
another one? Huh?

Huh?

[creature screeching]

Gotcha!

[creatures babbling]

[groans]

[grunting]

[yells]

[exclaims]

There's something
definitely in there.

Yeah, there is something
in there, all right.

-I still need more light.
-Yeah.

Try this. Watch your eyes.

-[high-pitched scream]
-[groans]

What just happened?

I heard that same scream
when I crushed one of them.

There had to be some reason
why they're photophobic.

They run from light.

It kills them.

But they were there
when I had the lights on.

They actually
crashed the bulbs.

It didn't kill them then.

Hmm. Regular bulbs have
a limited range of wavelengths.

This lamp has
the same full range

of infrared and ultraviolet
as sunlight.

That's what kills them.

So they're afraid of all light,

but it's only sunlight
that kills them, huh?

Apparently.

All right, hold still.

[Nick] Man, they're definitely
out for blood now.

All right, hold still.

-There!
-[grunts]

I got it.

Here.

All right.

What is it?

I am not sure, it's so small,
I can't see it.

[Derek] Here, let me have it.

Look at this.

Seeing is believing.

If I hadn't seen this myself,

I wouldn't believe it.

Let me see.

It just looks like
a tiny insect.

[Derek] I wish it was.

If not, then what is it?

[clears throat]
Good question.

Alex, put it on the screen.

Watch.

Your insect

is a medieval suit of armor.

This is really wild.

That explains how it could
break the lights.

It also explains

why Nick was in so much pain.

That thing was slashing away
inside him until the light
killed it.

Tiny weapons.

These little guys
are really loaded for bear.

[Derek] Look.

[Nick] Unbelievable.

[Rachel] Look at that.

Okay.

If I hadn't seen it for myself,

I'd think you were
pulling my leg.

Believe me, William,
I wish I was.

Whoever sent those things
here to kill you

meant business.

Hmm. Light sensitive, tiny,
ruthless flying creatures.

You know what we're
dealing with here, Derek?

An infestation of fairies.

Fairies?

Excuse me, but I don't remember

Tinker Bell going
after Peter Pan
with a battle-ax.

The Victorians sanitizedthe
ancient legends, you know.

Created those images
of tiny gentle things

with gossamer wings.

Most of them are nothing more
than paranormal gnats.

Some of those little people
are anything but gentle.

Keep in touch.

[distant groaning]

That sounds like Frederick.

I thought he went home.

No, he did say something about
going down to the storage bin.

Hold on.
Sloan was right.

The more we know,
the safer we are.

So look at the armor again,

input every fact we have,
find out anything you can.

-And keep that close.
-Okay.

Let's go.

[fairy babbling]

Frederick?

Frederick!

Frederick?

Frederick.

[Derek] Frederick.

[fairies buzzing]

Nick, stay back.

Turn on your light.

[fairies screaming]

[fairies screaming]

[wings fluttering]

Let's get him out of here.

[Alex] The other clans
along with the help
of The Legacy

stalked and captured
the dreaded Cavandish.

They were tried, convicted
and burned at the stake.

Their souls,
cursed to damnation,

consigned to live
in eternal darkness

never to see
the sunlight again.

Well, that certainly explains
the effect that light
has on them.

And their grudge
against The Legacy.

-Frederick is dead.
-[Rachel] What!

He was in the basement,
they swarmed him.

Oh, my God.

So what have you found out?

What, you walk in here
and announce that
Frederick is dead,

and then what, oh, yeah,
it's business as usual?

You're not even gonna
give us a minute?

I am sorry, Rachel,
but I am afraid
we don't have a minute.

Those creatures out there
are working themselves up
into a frenzy.

They're here to kill us.

They haven't yet
figured out how

to get into this room,
but they will.

Well, "they" are
the Clan Cavandish.

We found this crest
on the chest plate
of the armor.

Notice that the tartan field
behind the two dragons

match that of the bagpipe.

So we did a search of
the Scottish heraldry database

and found out
who the tartan belonged to.

It's the Clan Cavandish.

They were vicious,
marauding highwaymen

who supposedly turned
to the occult to help them
escape the law.

In 1296, the Legacy

assisted an army sent in
by Robert the Bruce
to wipe them out.

And in answer to the curse,

banishment into
eternal darkness,

their leader Ian Cavandish
is reputed to have replied,

"We can drink enough
of our enemies' blood
before dawn

to hold us through
the daylight hours."

[Nick] Well,
it's almost dawn now.

So we either wait here
and get boxed in,

or else, we go after them.

He's right.

I don't believe
hunting them will work.

They hid when we
went after Frederick.

They must have known
that we were armed.

No, we have to
trap them somehow.

What are we gonna use for bait?

The Scottish clan.

[Derek] I isolated the buzzing
sound on Alex's tape,

now, if we slow this down...

[buzzing, pitch modulating]

[bagpipes playing]

It's a bagpipe.

[Derek] It's the original
heating duct system.

The ducts converge
in the northeast corner
of the basement

where the old furnace
used to be.

Now, if we can somehow
lure them down there,

we can seal the room.

This could all backfire on us.

Are you sure you're game?

I can do it.

[playing bagpipes]

[fairy chittering]

[Derek] We need all of them.

Wait.

The door, now!

[fairies screaming]

[wings fluttering]

[Rachel] Where are they?

[Derek] They're in
here somewhere,
we blocked the exits.

There.

[fairies screaming]

[Rachel] No.

[grunts]

[blades swishing]

[Derek] We need to
get out of here,
or they'll kill us.

Nick!

The window!

Break it!

[fairy screaming]

[fairy screams]

I am totally responsible
for everything that happened
here last night.

[Derek] Why?

Because the box
was addressed to you?

Because I allowed myself
to take the situation
too lightly.

It cost a man his life.

None of us could've known.

You did, Derek, you said it.

You said they were
sent with a purpose.

I lost sight of that.

"We," William.

-We lost sight of it.
-No, my friend.

I'm the one with
the ultimate responsibility

for the safety
of this organization
and its members.

The death has occurred
in my house.

That's my responsibility.

Shared, or otherwise,
it's still my responsibility.

So is finding out who
or what sent that box.

I can have a Legacy courier
pick up the box and artifacts

and bring them to London
if that'd be
all right with you.

We'll get a complete workup
going as quickly as possible.

Thanks.

Give my best to Patricia
and the children.

I will.

[William]Maybe living here
behind this big desk

has taken the edge off.

Being out there,
the mission, the goal,

the adrenaline, the risk...

And if I was wrong,

it was only my own life
that was on the line.

[theme music playing]