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[thunder rumbling]

[thunderclap]

I don't know about this, Derek.

[Derek] You're talking about a man who helped put a king on the throne of France.

Who rode alongside Joan of Arc, commanded her armies.

And look what happened to her.

Not very funny. I suppose you think she was guilty, too?

Deserved to be burned at the stake?

This guy was guilty.

Of what?

Flaunting his wealth?

Winning battles against impossible odds?

He confessed, Derek.

He admitted being a sorcerer.

He was tortured.

Fourteen people...

testified against him.

So were they, probably.

[William] Every remnant...

that was left of de Rais' life is right here,

including his ashes.

I hope we'll be happy with what we find.

I'd hate to end up proving that The Legacy was involved

in the atrocity of witch hunting.

I doubt that.

-[lightning crackling] -[plane rattling]

-[static] -William, is everything all right?

It's just a little bumpy.

Mr. Sloan?

Now hold on a second, Derek.

Yeah, Sean.

[Sean] We're altering the north to get out of this.

There's a small airfield about 45 miles past this mountain range.

I'd like to put down there for the night.

Do what's safest.

Yes, sir.

[thunder rumbling]

[plane rumbling]

Uh, Derek, I don't think we're gonna get to you by tonight.

Baron de Rais has, uh, kept his secrets for over 500 years.

One more night won't make too much difference, especially to him.

Maybe he just doesn't wanna give up.

Uh, Derek, are you still there?

-Yes. -Good.

Look, let's get this inventory over with,

before we lose contact again.

This plane goes down, I want you to know what to look for.

[typing]

I'd rest in peace knowing that my last act in life

was proving you wrong about something.

[chuckles] You know, sometimes you have a very morbid sense of humor.

Let's start with this one.

Item five, it's a book.

Cladded in wrought iron.

No lock.

Clasp link must have been forged closed.

Obviously, someone didn't want this book opened.

[plane rumbling]

[static crackling]

William, what's going on?

-[alarm blaring] -Sir, this is 0331.

We hit a downdraft, losing altitude fast.

-William. -Derek.

Tell Patty and my children...

that I love them.

-William! -[line disconnects]

[birds chirping]

[Derek] Sea-Tac lost them off radar at 12:47 a.m., Pacific Standard Time.

The exact latitude and longitude of the spot is known,

but the problem is, it's not a crash site.

They were over a mountain range with peaks as high as 11,000 feet.

Mountains blocked ground-based radar from reading anything below 14,000.

The center had radio contact.

And William and I had telephone contact several minutes

beyond the last radar blip.

Based on the capabilities of the aircraft,

the last recorded data at the exact length of time

between the radar losing them

and my phone contact getting cut off,

the crash site could be anywhere...

within those circles.

Well, doesn't a plane like that have some sort of black box

or something that will send out a distress signal?

It's got an ELT, an emergency locator transmitter.

For the same reason that the radar can't get in,

the ELT signal probably can't get out.

If the plane had got down between two peaks,

then the signal's just gonna go straight up, and the only thing

that's gonna be able to pick it up is another aircraft.

And they can't start an aerial search until the weather clears.

And by then, three to four feet of new snow will have fallen,

and any sign of the wreckage will be buried.

So, if for some reason, the ELT signal can't be picked up,

and Sloan or one of the other crew members can't

light some kind of signal fire,

we may not find them till spring.

[heavy breathing]

Who are you?

Where's my crew?

[heavy breathing continues]

Are they alive?

[soft grunting]

[exhales]

[weakly] Help me, please.

Please.

Twelve hundred square miles?

Twelve fifty-six, to be exact.

I mean, you figure it out.

Twenty-mile circle.

Area equals pi r-squared.

Twelve hundred and fifty-six miles.

And it could take days to find them.

So, what kind of temperatures are they experiencing out there?

Mid to low 20s, but with the wind chill factor,

it could get down to minus ten.

If anyone survived the crash,

your chances of surviving the elements

for a day, two at the most, are slim to none.

[Nick] And based on the conditions that we're looking at,

even if they had've pinpointed the crash site almost immediately,

by the time they got to it,

they'd probably just be pulling out bodies.

-Yeah. -[Derek] No.

He's alive.

I know he is.

I keep seeing him.

It's cold, dark...

and he's not alone.

You've never had a psychic connection with him before, have you?

I don't like it.

[wind blowing]

[creaking]

[eerie rasping]

[creaking continues]

[William grunts]

Please, let me see you.

If you can't speak,

at least let me see you.

Why won't you let me see you?

Please. Please.

I have a wife and children.

[man] So did I.

Then you understand.

Can you get word to them? I beg you.

I begged, too.

I begged you.

Who are you?

[Gilles] I am Gilles de Laval,

Baron de Rais.

I was an innocent, God-fearing man

until you did this to me.

Okay, everybody's strapped in, here we go.

Yeah, we're all set.

I don't know who you think I am,

but I swear I'm not the person responsible

for what happened to you.

I'm telling you the truth.

I couldn't be.

[Gilles] The truth?

When did the truth start meaning anything to you?

De Rais, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not the man who did this to you.

I know the only truth I need to know.

[shuffling]

[clinking]

Look at it.

Look, it is your ring,

is it not?

Yes, it's my ring.

[Gilles breathing heavily]

It was the first thing I saw when I awoke from the dead.

Like waking from a nightmare

and still being in it.

It was the last thing I saw

as the flames...

ate at my flesh.

The ring with the letter "L."

Your ring.

[indistinct chatter]

Dr. Rayne.

-Captain Smith, US Forestry Department. -Nice to meet you.

Well, we are all very sorry about your friends out there,

but until we get a break in the weather out that way,

there's not very much we can do.

There's still no ELT signal?

No, uh, every transmitter in these parts is tuned to 121.5 MHz,

but not a peep.

Well, the last report we had from the National Weather Service

said that the storm should be clearing in about an hour?

Well, ma'am, the minute they give us the green light,

we're on our way.

Every minute's gonna count.

The temperature's dropping. [blowing]

[Smith] It usually does.

The high comes in, pushes the storm out,

then it brings out the cold...

[William]De Rais, I'm telling you the truth.

I'm not the man who did this to you.

Stop.

It doesn't matter what you say.

[growls]

[William straining]

[Gilles] Remember this place?

You stood right here as they tortured me.

Watching, behind me.

Over and over again, I told you the truth.

Pleaded my innocence.

Screamed it out loud enough for God himself to hear me.

You stood there whispering,

"Confess."

I'd done nothing to confess.

If you were really innocent, de Rais,

how can you even think about

putting another man through what happened to you?

What do you expect from me, pity?

You want pity?

I have none left.

You took everything from me. Everything...

except revenge.

You will not deny me my revenge. [echoing]

-[man screaming] -[gasps]

Are you all right?

He's dying, he can't breathe,

can't move.

He's in great pain.

[man] Hey, Nick.

Is he a psychic like in those infomercials?

[Nick] Not exactly.

Uh...

It's okay, Dr. Rayne.

We all know how you must feel

to have someone out there.

We've seen it before.

Too many times, in fact.

Yes, I'm sure you have.

[radio chatter]

Okay, let's get back.

Alex,

uplink to The Legacy database.

Pull up a satellite picture of the storm,

we're going out as soon as we think it's safe.

We're not gonna wait for some...

anonymous "they" to give us an all-clear.

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

[exhales]

Quarter for your thoughts?

I thought it was a penny.

Across the living adjustment. [chuckles]

My thoughts.

My thought for the day is that maybe there are some things

that are better off left alone.

I'll buy that.

But it doesn't sound much like you.

The scientist, the researcher.

I don't know.

Einstein warned the world to tread lightly.

Carl Sagan has said that we'd learn to regret some of our discoveries.

You think Sloan was tampering with something he should've left alone?

Not just William.

All of us.

What do we have the right to do,

when what we do crosses the line?

What are the consequences?

You're not just talking about William, are you?

You're thinking of your father, huh, Derek?

The way he died.

My father,

William, too many others.

Sometimes maybe we should just let...

sleeping demons lie. [chuckles]

[shuffling]

[clanking]

These are the tools of the powers of good.

Your tools.

[thuds]

You are a soldier, de Rais.

You've faced far greater enemies than a bunch of priests.

Soldiers have honor.

[chains rattling]

No battlefield has ever seen the horrors done in this room.

[clanking]

You recognize this? Do you?

Of course you do.

It is the Boot.

[thuds]

Its only purpose...

is to cause pain.

[chains rattling]

Excruciating pain.

Unbearable pain.

It crushes your legs

and lacerates your flesh.

This isn't really for revenge...

you're gonna enjoy this.

That's it, isn't it?

I think you'll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed killing all those children.

-I was an innocent man. -[William] No, you weren't.

You murdered hundreds of children, didn't you?

Used their blood for rituals to conjure up demons.

Demons that won your battles for you.

Give you riches and wealth that you flaunted.

My wealth was the reason you did what you did to me.

My castles, my land, my treasures,

which you didn't keep for yourself.

You used it to reward my persecutors for a job well done.

I heard...

I heard them arguing...

about how long to keep me alive.

How much it was worth to them.

Evil gains to pay for evil deeds.

Don't speak to me about evil.

[Gilles breathing heavily]

Look at my legs.

Useless pieces of festering flesh.

You have no right to call anyone else evil.

Hey, Derek, take a look at this.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Yeah.

The storm has let up enough. We're going.

[telephone ringing]

-[telephone ringing continues] -[sighs]

[radio chatter continues]

All right, you got it.

Okay, mount up.

[indistinct chatter]

[screaming]

Do what you want to me, de Rais.

I've done nothing.

I confess nothing.

You will.

You'll confess to anything I want you to say,

just as I did.

Just as your witnesses you brought against me did.

[William] Oh, no, I won't.

Because, unlike you, I'm innocent.

[thuds]

[straining]

I wrote it all down,

so that no one would ever...

be able to forget.

[dragging]

-[grunting] -[chains rattling]

"One on each leg.

They have kept me in the Boot for over a week.

Every day, they come to administer more blows.

Every day, the pain is greater.

My legs are crushed.

Blood and marrow itself spewing out.

I will never walk upon these legs again.

I beg for mercy.

The hooded man wearing the ring with the letter 'L'...

The hooded man wearing the ring with the letter 'L'

stands over me.

'For God's sake,' he says,

'Confess to something.

Whether it be true or not.

Confess.

Confess.

Confess.'"

Do not pity me.

[grunts]

Fear me.

There is nothing more dangerous

than a man who has nothing left to lose.

[Nick]Luna helicopter to USF 23,

coordinates 0-2-9-3-7-4,

proceeding north-north-west. Over.

This is Luna helicopter, we are holding steady.

Still no sign of the wreckage, over.

Cramps?

What?

Your legs? Cramps?

Yeah.

Yeah, it happens with the cold in the high altitude.

[Smith]USFS 23 to Luna helicopter, come in.

Yeah, it's Luna helicopter, go ahead.

[Smith] Anything?

[Nick] Uh, not so far.

[Smith]Same. Air, ground, nothing.

Well, they gotta be down there somewhere.

[Smith]Yeah, but somewhere's a big place.

[Nick] Roger, USF 23.

See what you've done to me.

My hands, my arms, my legs.

I confessed to what you asked.

Still, you wanted more, you,

the man with the ring.

It's never enough.

[rope straining]

You wanted me to condemn my family,

bear witness against them,

say that they, too, practiced the ways of the devil.

I would not do that.

These righteous men, your friends,

they knew it was all a lie.

-Did they? -Of course they did.

When you led armies, de Rais,

you just thought of them as the enemy.

Even their families were the enemy, weren't they?

That was war. I was a soldier fighting for what I believed.

Of course you were.

But maybe your persecutors were, too.

They believed you were their enemy.

Maybe they believed

what they were doing was right.

Nothing can justify what was done to me.

The misguided, the ignorant,

the misinformed, that's who you're talking about,

and you should hate them for what they did to you.

But you should forgive them, too.

For their weakness.

Forgive?

I'll tell you once more,

I am not the man who did this to you.

[Gilles] Why did you bring me back here?

Why did you desecrate my grave?

I wanted to give you a chance to prove your innocence.

Can you take away my pain? Can you?

Can you make me a whole man again?

Does your ring have the power to do that?

Does it?

Does it?

-[Gilles grunting] -[William screaming]

[helicopter blades whirring]

[Smith] Shadows are so big now,

it's almost impossible to see anything anywhere.

Yeah, we'd like another 15 minutes if we could.

[Smith]I understand your feelings, but it ain't worth the risks.

No, we have to keep on looking.

I'm afraid they're right, Derek. I mean, even if we had a searchlight,

we wouldn't be able to see anything down there.

[Smith]Let's call it a day, circle back to the station,

get some food, some rest and some fuel,

and head back out at sunup.

Roger.

[gasps]

[helicopter blades whirring]

What is that sound?

My army is coming to rescue me.

[helicopter approaching]

[helicopter flying away]

Your armies are retreating.

Afraid to confront me, afraid to die.

One man against an entire army?

Let your armies come.

I will enjoy killing them almost as much as I'll enjoy killing you.

Listen to me, de Rais.

I can't undo what's been done to you.

But if you're really innocent, I can help...

I can help you prove it.

Put your soul at rest once and for all.

Have your remains buried in consecrated ground.

[chains thudding]

There is only one way...

to put my soul to rest.

I am going to hear you scream in agony louder than I screamed.

I am going to ignore your cries for mercy

just as you ignored mine.

And after you've confessed

to anything I ask,

I am going to laugh.

And watch the life drain from your body.

Just as you did to me.

You can kill me, de Rais.

I can't stop you from doing that,

but the rest I won't give you.

[rope straining]

[Gilles] You see?

Fear.

[thuds]

It is worse than pain.

It will build.

Believe me, you will.

You will give me what I want.

Believe me.

You will. Yeah, you will.

Just remember one thing.

You created me.

[door locking]

And then, on October 26th, 1440,

the Baron de Rais was executed.

Strangled, almost to death,

and then burned.

It was the most common method of execution

for sorcerers and witches in those days.

But was he guilty?

Well, that's what we're hoping to find out.

[sighs]

[grunting]

[telephone ringing]

Hi. Yeah.

All right, give it to me.

That was the FAA.

Commercial 747 picked up the ELT, we have an exact location

on the Learjet.

[sighs]

It's right here,

in an extremely remote area of the mountains.

Now we've got search and rescue teams here and here.

It's gonna take a while to get 'em in.

Is there an area we can drop in the choppers?

[sighs] Well, the nearest level clearing is here,

it's about two miles away.

But what would really help is if you did a flyby.

Radio us, let us know what we're getting into down there.

Then you can set down here, make a rendezvous with the snowcat.

Meanwhile, I'll bring my men in this way by snowmobile.

We ought to be about a half an hour behind you.

Let's go.

[rope straining]

[groaning]

[metal clinking]

[Nick] USFS 23, this is Luna helicopter, come in.

[Smith]This is Smith, go ahead.

Yeah, our GPS has us directly above the coordinates you gave us.

[beeping]

Forty-three degrees off port.

[Nick] Okay, we got her.

Moving into position now.

[Rachel] There it is.

See? Look down in that gorge.

You got it?

Smith, we have a visual.

It's near the end of an east-west gorge.

Approximately 200 feet deep.

It appears to be lying in a nose-up attitude.

Must have been trying to make a last-ditch climb.

[Smith] Okay, I know exactly the area you described.

Go meet at the snowcat.

We'll see you at the north ridge

-of the gorge. -Roger.

[door closes]

[Gilles] You can't escape me.

[banging on door]

You can't escape me!

[banging continues]

[William] Sean.

[banging continues]

[Gilles] You can't escape me!

It's quite a climb. I'll go back and get the gear.

There's something else down there.

[yelling]

[both] Derek!

[grunting]

[grunting]

[door opens]

Will?

[Derek grunting]

Derek!

[thuds]

Now it's time for you to die.

[grunts]

[Rachel] Take it easy. We're right behind you.

[Nick grunts]

[Gilles] You will soon envy your friend.

His death was quick.

-[Nick] Sloan! -The torch,

burn him.

[grunts]

[Nick grunts]

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

[Nick] Derek, you okay?

[Derek] I'm fine, how's William?

[Nick] I don't know.

[Derek] William. William.

[William] You're alive.

[Derek] Your legs, can you feel them?

He killed you, I saw it.

I saw you fall.

Can you feel your legs at all, William?

[Nick] Mr. Sloan, what about your crew?

They're dead.

I saw them.

[Derek] Just take it easy.

There's a rescue team coming in right behind us.

He was here, Derek.

Who?

De Rais. Tortured me.

Killed you.

-He killed them. -[Derek] Just take it easy.

We'll get you out of here and warm very, very soon.

[William] It was all in my head, wasn't it?

I was delirious, wasn't I?

-Derek? Derek? -Yes.

-You all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

But, uh, William could use some attention here.

Yeah, all right.

-Give me some room. -Let's get some cutting equipment

in here, he's lodged in.

Go back up, get on the radio, call London,

tell them we found him, he's alive.

-All right. -[Rachel] You're not hurt?

[Derek] No, I'm fine.

How's your neck?

[Derek] We should try to collect as many artifacts as possible.

Put it back into the crates.

[Alex] All right, yeah, okay.

[Rachel] No, just a little bit. There you go. Okay.

-Okay. -[Derek] Alex, look at this.

[Rachel] Okay, just a little sip, there you go.

[Derek] "And each time,

I could feel more of my bones break.

And each time..."

"I could hear the hooded man wearing the ring with the letter 'L'

say 'confess'

'confess'."

-Thank you, Derek. -[Derek chuckles]

I did it for you,

otherwise I would've left that son of a... out there,

been rid of him for good.

When are the two of you going to admit

you couldn't survive without each other?

Never, it's more fun this way.

[both chuckling]

Patient's doing great.

Thanks.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Suddenly feel like a third wheel.

You are, get out of here.

Stop it.

By the way, it's a good thing you didn't die.

Remember your last act that was supposed to prove me wrong

and let you rest in peace?

Well, I wasn't wrong.

I was right.

It was all there in his journals.

De Rais was innocent of every crime he was charged with,

and not one of the 14 people who testified against him

actually knew anything about him.

They were tortured into lying.

Just as I had thought.

Your being right kept him alive.

I hope you're right a lot.

[snickers]

Innocent?

Mmm-hmm.

Can you arrange to have his remains buried in consecrated ground?

Certainly.

What about The Legacy? Was there a connection?

Well, we don't know yet.

It's going to take some time to research.

But I told you, he said his inquisitor was wearing a Legacy ring.

If, in fact, he actually spoke to you at all.

I'm not buying the hallucination theory,

till you can explain the book.

How I knew what was in the cockpit and where my ring is.

[snickers]

[William]How much injustice has been done in the name of good?

How many innocent people have suffered and died

because of the ideologies of zealots who believed that their way

was the only true way?

Maybe that's one of the evils

we should really be concerning ourselves with.