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Yes? Sir, we have a delivery out here.

What, at this time of night?

So they have the proper credentials?

Yes, from Night Owl Express.

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

Coming!

Coming!

Night Owl Delivery.

What do you want this thing?

Um, put it down over here, please.

You have some security out here.

What is this place? Fort Knox?

Not quite.

Oh, hey.

So I had the bomb there, would you?

Yeah, I got the, uh, variable guy
waiting for me. So I'm kind of in a

You know what I mean, Jeeves?

The name is not Jeeves.

Do you mind?

Thank you.

Delivered from Mr.

Sloan. Oh.

Let Rachel have a look at this.

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 seller's name was false, so it 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 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'm Rothert.

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 until you've 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.

Well, other than a slight crack here,
that appears to have happened recently,

possibly during shipment R1. Frederick
Tripp, the integrity of the box is

substantial. There's no disturbance in
the auric field, no internal heat

no magnetic aberrations on the PPO scan.
There's basically no indication of

supernatural presence.

No wires, no electronics, no explosives.

But it looks like it's a box.

All right.

That should have done.

No cold signs or marking.

How's he doing? Oh, he's fine. Just a
cut and a few bruises. I told him to

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

But, of course.

This old box is in pretty good shape,
considering... How old do you think it

Six, seven hundred years, my guess. Nick
is going to try fixing it more

accurate.

So, why don't we open it up?

Has anyone ever called you impulsive?

Only you, Derek.

Right.

All right, this isn't happening. Why
don't I just get a cutting torch and get

this over with?

Not exactly buried treasure.

More like garage sale rejects, yeah.

Do you play?

Well, doesn't everyone?

Yeah, right.

Bagpipes were very big in my
neighborhood.

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.

Oh, man.

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 jokes
is boxes.

Yes, Frederick.

Hmm. Yeah, Derek, Frederick wants to see
you. There's some electrical problem at

the hallway.

Coming. Sure.

Have fun.

Frederick. It's very strange, Dr. Rain,
but all the lights in the library and

this corridor, they keep exploding.

I've replaced 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, maybe we should leave
the switches off and not replace any

bulbs. All right, then.

Thank you very much.

Thank you, Clifford.

Maybe we should look into the
possibility that this has something to

that box.

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 room,
just in case you need them.

Frederick, how's your head feeling?

Hard as ever, Ms. Alex.

Thank you for asking, and good night.

Good night, Frederick.

Although the handwork and the markings
appear much older, I am starting from

19th century and working my way back.

It was not uncommon for the silversmiths
to make their work look older,

therefore more valuable.

No permanent damage. Didn't even break
the skin.

Good thing you had those drapes on you.

I can only figure out how they got on
me. Did you see anything?

No. I just heard this high -pitched
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 grapes.

Pulled them down, and the curtain rod
hit you on the head.

Eric, I was drinking milk, not scotch.

I was only playing devil's advocate.

I didn't pull the grapes down. I
distinctly heard the curtain rod pop

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 on

the head.

It was definitely a metallic object.

You were studying the silver picture.

Right.

Where is it?

It's gone.

No, no, it can't be gone.

It was right there.

It was not uncommon for the silversmiths
to make their work look older,

therefore more valuable.

That's the noise. That's exactly what I
heard.

There may be 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

Hope no one's been hurt.

Nothing serious.

Whatever this entity is, at least for
now, it 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

Any guesses who might have sent this?

Guesses? Plenty.

Unfortunately, the legacy's never been
short on enemies.

Well, hopefully if we can build a
pattern from the content, it might give

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 picture, I put it at 18th

whale. Well, this appears to be, uh,

16th century England.

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 LaVenture.

I'm running a search on the girl's name,
cross -reference with the ants, 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

different countries, different
centuries.

The oldest seems to be the box and these
bagpipes from 13th century Scotland, I

think. Maybe that's where we should
start.

Have you had a chance to try it out, see
what you remembered?

Do you know the expression, waking the
dead?

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.
Ah, 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.

Well, all right.

If you hear some melodic reason coming
from upstairs, lad, it'll either be my

lungs collapsing or these bagpipes
wounded now.

Thank you.

I heard some noises that came down and
something tripping and the hell went on

in there.

No lights.

What a surprise.

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

Your average beer drinking, chess
playing, things that go bump

in the night.

This guy was one move away from
checkmate. When you interrupted, no

got angry.

Where'd you find that?

He was thrown at me.

You guys are regular partying.

Get Alex and Rachel.

I want some tests run.

Check the inside of this for a residue.

See if we can determine chemistry of the
stains on the doll.

What are you looking for?

I'm not sure it's just a feeling, but
putting all this prankish behavior

I'd say we'd be making a big mistake if
we underestimated these beings.

Yeah.

Tuesday, after... I'm sorry for taking
it so lightly, but from where I'm

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 for 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'm switching you over into the
control room.

Alex, Nick, Rachel, good evening.

Good evening.

Okay, we have Clarissa Mayhew, who was
born in London, England, March 5th,

And Jeanette was Jeanette Montpellier.

Jeanette Montpellier.

If it's the same one, she was the
preceptor of the Paris house who was

Well, that's very possible, sir. In
1865, while visiting her aunt in Paris,

two of them were apparently bludgeoned
to death while asleep in their bed.

And just to make things creepier, the
stains on this doll are human blood.

The chemistry of the residue in the
picture came up pretty lethal as well.

Do you have a date and place of origin
for that picture?

Yes, Welsh, 18th century.

Selwyn Roberts, legacy member.

Poisoned in Cardiff, May 19th, 1761.

We also have a saddle with a cut bridle.

Heinrich Ulsdorf, died from a fall
during a hunt.

Under suspicious circumstances, Vienna,
1705.

Where are you putting your information
from? I opened a file listing mysterious

deaths of legacy members.

What you seem to have there are
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

we'll find out who's responsible.

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

Thank you, William.

Keep the lights on.

Oh, I feel an all -nighter coming on.

Yeah, they're gonna go make some coffee.
Want some? That would be great. Rachel?

Derek?

No, thank you. Here, keep it down.

Deal.

Come on.

Come on.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

All right.

Are you gonna give me another shot?

Huh? You gonna give me another shot?
Come on.

All right.

That's strike two. You gonna give me
another one?

Huh?

Tomorrow, after Da Vinci... 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.

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 when I had the
lights on one they actually crossed the

bulbs it didn't kill on that Well, you
know bulbs have a limited range of

wavelengths This lamp has the same full
range of infrared and ultraviolet a

sunlight. That's what kills them So
they're afraid of all light, but it's

sunlight that kills them, huh?

Apparently Man they're definitely over
blood now

What is it?

I'm not sure. It's so small I can't see
it.

Here, let me have it.

Look at this.

Seeing is believing.

If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't
believe it.

See?

Looks like a tiny insect.

I wish it was.

Nothing was.

Good question.

Now, let's put it on the screen.

What?

Your insect is a medieval suit of armor.

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.

Look.

Unbelievable.

Look at that.

If I hadn't seen it for myself, I'd
think you were pulling my leg.

Oh, believe me, William, I wish I was.

Whoever sent those things here to kill
you meant business.

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
Tinkerbell going after Peter Pan with a

axe. The Victorians sanitized the
ancient legends, you know.

Created those images of...

Tiny, gentle things with gossamer wings.

Most of them are nothing more than
paranormal math.

Some of those little people are anything
but gentle.

Keep in touch.

That's not like Frederick.

I thought he went home.

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

Sloane 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.

Frederick?

Frederick? Frederick?

Nick, stay back.

Turn on your light.

Get him out of here.

We stalked and passed the dreaded
cabins. They were tried, convicted, and

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.

Ken, you're great against the legacy.

Frederick is dead.

What? He was in the basement.

They swarmed him.

Oh, my God.

So what have you found out?

What? You...

You walk in here and announce that
Frederick is dead and then went, oh,

business as usual. You're not even going
to give us a minute. I'm sorry, Rachel,

but I'm 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 where they will.

Well, they are the Clan Cavendish.

We found this crest on the chestplate of
the armor. Notice that the tartan field

behind the two dragons matched 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 Cavendish.

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

Ian Cavendish, is reputed to have
replied, We can drink enough of our

blood before dawn.

To hold us through the daylight hours.

Well, it's almost dawn now. So we either
wait here and get boxed in, or else we

go after them.

That'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.

I don't know.

We have to trap them somehow.

What are we going to use for bait?

I isolated the buzzing sound on Alex's
tape. Now, his upload is done.

It's the original heating duct.

The ducts convert to the northeast
corner of the basement, where the old

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?

We need to hold them

They're in here somewhere.

We blocked the exit.

There.

Totally responsible for everything that
happened here last night.

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 have 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

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 he's 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 would be all right with
you.

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

Thanks. I'll give my best to Patricia
and the children.

I will.

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.