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(thunder crashing)

(phonograph powers up)

(slow ragtime jazz playing)

(mechanical creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(thunder crashes)

(squawks)

Man: $10 million,
$100 million--it makes no difference.

No part of this monastery
should be for sale.

I believe
we are all in agreement.

Are we not?

Brother arrupe?

Yes, we are here
to do the work of god,

Not speculate
in real estate.

Brother le croix?

I believe, if we were
to pose the question to our...

Beloved founder, the
answer would be swift.

We could do a lot of good
with the money

We would make
if we sold this monastery.

However, abbot capilano,

I will support
whatever decision you make.

The decision then
is unanimous.

Meeting adjourned.

Man (whispering):
His heart filled with joy

At the prospect
of keeping the monastery.

Brother capilano
will climb to the roof

To send the news
to the brotherhood.

Brother capilano

Has always marveled
at the miracle of flight,

And as he watches
his pigeon take flight,

He dreams of flying himself.

(capilano gasping)

But he will be

Sadly deluded.

(screaming)

(thud)

One more obstacle

Has been removed
from my ascendancy

To abbot

Of the eternal brotherhood.

(ryan shudders)

Did you get a load
of this oracle of death?

Who's that?
This monk--

He claims to be able to predict,
uh, people's deaths.

That's ridiculous.

Not for people lying
in the ground, it ain't.

No, no, he's already predicted
a fire, um, uh,

An airplane crash, and
the deaths of eight people.

Micki:
Nobody can predict the future.

How can you predict that?

(jack laughs)

Yeah, how do you explain
nostradamus, young lady?

Ryan:
Yeah.

Who?
Nostra-dah-mus.

Nostra-day-mus,
if you like, I don't care.

He's a french astrologer,
16th century.

He predicted events

That happened hundreds
of years after he died.

A lot of people
thought he was crazy.

He was a little...

But, uh, over the course
of time, he was proven right.

Did he know that?
Hmm?

I mean, was he able to predict
that he would be proven right?

Mind games, all of it.

Tarot cards, astrology,
fortune cookies.

People believe
what they want to believe.

Well, then, explain the
oracle of death, huh?

Go ahead, I dare you.
Simple, it's a hoax.

(laughing sarcastically):
A hoax with 100% accuracy?

You expect me to believe the
hallucinations of some monk?

I don't expect you
to believe anything.

Oh, my goodness, no.

That pen.
What?

He's using a quill pen.

A pen?

Don't most monks
use quill pens?

I mean, a... Ballpoint seems
a little out of place.

Micki:
Oh, how would you know?

Ryan: All my monk
friends use quill pens.

But not that particular pen.

I picked that one up
in tierra del fuego.

It's made from a tail feather
from a giant chilean condor.

They're the worst kind.

Lewis loved that.

Said he got a handsome
price for it, too.

Pens, pens,
pens, pens.

Pe-- ah, here we are.

Quill pen set in silver.

Number 46-295.

Sold to one rupert seldon.

But how did it get
to brother currie?

Does it really matter?

I mean, at least we know where
it is and we can get it back.

I'm afraid
it may not be that simple.

I knew he was going
to say that.

This eternal
brotherhood,

Uh, monastery--

It's, uh, it's like a fortress
in the center of the city.

And it's
a cloistered order,

So there are no telephones
and no visitors...

(laughing):
...No anything.

Yeah, no,
it's completely incommunicado.

The visitor part--
now, that I can handle.

I-I can draw up an official
letter of introduction

That'd fool the pope.

However, that'll only cover
one of you.

Why's that?

Well, a brotherhood's
a brotherhood;

It's not a sisterhood,

It's not even
a personhood.

Are you trying to tell me
in this day and age

They don't allow women in
even to visit?

That's what I'm trying
to tell you.

Well, I guess
that lets me out.

(chuckles)

(ryan singing quietly)

Someday, ryan--

I don't know when,
I don't know how,

But someday I'm gonna...

Thank me for this, hmm.

That's not what I
was going to say.

Well, hey, hey, you don't have
to put on your robe just yet.

Yes, I do; I
look terrible.

No, no, you don't.

You're the cutest boy
I've ever seen

And the best built, too.

Keep your
hands off me.

Oh, look at me.

It's nice to know
this is the worst it gets.

That should

Just about do it.

Ah, it's good to
have a few sheets

Of 14th century
parchment lying around.

You never know when they're
going to come in handy.

Now, from this point on,

You two are
brothers matthew and simon.

You're transferring
from a monastery

In the north of England
in yorkshire--

Wuthering heights country.

No one informed us of
your visit, brother.

The letter should be
pretty self-explanatory.

Is, is there a problem?

No, no, not at all.

A-allow me to show
you to your quarters.

Great.

(gate closes)

Our serenity has
been greatly reduced

By the events
of recent days.

Abbot capilano fell to his
death from the bell tower

Just yesterday...
So we've heard.

Tragic accident.

We're still waiting to see
who the new abbot will be.

You must be tired from your
journey, brother simon.

Mm...
Um,

I'm, I'm, I'm afraid
brother simon has taken

A, um, vow
of silence.

Ah, wonderful.
We are

Extremely interested
in brother currie.

Ah, who isn't?

Fascinated by his predictions.

Who isn't?

Um, did he predict
the abbot's death?

I'm afraid so.

You know, we were hoping
to get to meet him,

Possibly have an audience.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Brother currie is in seclusion.

Hmm.

Well, here we are.

I, I hope you find our
accommodations adequate.

This will be
just fine.

(sighs)

So... Where is
brother simon's room?

As you can well imagine,
space is cramped.

We didn't think
you'd mind sharing.

No, no, we don't mind.

Um, just one
more thing.

Where are the-- where's
the, uh, lavatory?

Ah, yes,
the communal bathroom and shower

Is j-just down the corridor.

Communal?

Yes.

Now, if there's anything else,
please let me know.

Yes, I will.

Thank you.

Evening meditation's at 6:00.

Thanks... You've
been very generous.

Generous? Generous?
Shh.

One room?

What can I say?

They think
you're one of the boys.

And if you think I'm taking
a communal shower, you've got

Another "think" coming.

One can hope, can't one?

All right,
all right.

(sighs)

We're not going
to be here that long.

We're just going
to find brother currie,

Grab the pen,
zip out of here.

And what about the bathroom?

Can you hold it?

Well, it could have been worse.
How?

There could have only been
one bed.

Ah!
(monks chanting)

(chanting continues)

They were asking questions
about brother currie.

I am saddened to see our own
brethren fall prey to such

Morbid curiosity.

You're sure
they aren't journalists?

It wouldn't hurt
to keep an eye on them.

The last thing we want now
is any more controversy.

After you.

Very interesting,
brother simon, don't you agree?

Okay, let's find currie
and his pen

And get the hell out of here.

Excuse me.

How do you plan
on doing that?

He's cloistered
in deep seclusion.

The man's got to eat,
doesn't he?

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Whoa, check this out.

Ah, this is where
they discovered

That heads will roll.

(gasps and exclaims)

C'mon.

We've got work to do.

Brother currie,
your tray's here.

Brother currie?

Can I talk to you
for a second?

No, don't be
afraid.

We're from the
yorkshire monastery.

We want to talk
to you about

Your pen.

No, no, the
quill pen.

We know all about it.

(groans)
oh!

I'm afraid
brother currie

Won't be able to
be of much help.

You see, like
brother simon,

He too has taken
a vow of silence.

Now, if you'll allow me

To escort you back
to your quarters.

Sorry for the disturbance
brother currie.

See you at morning meditation.

That's fine.

That's fine.

Once-once you've finished
all of this,

I want you to move over
to the vineyards.

All right?

As best you can.

We're going to have to figure
out another way

To get to brother currie.

Or at least get
in his room.

Brother, brother, brother,
hey-hey, what's going on?

The oracle of death has
made another pronouncement.

What is it this time?

The abbot is going to die today.

He's going
to choke to death.

That's impossible.

You don't even have an abbot.

He died
two days ago.

From the fall.

No, no.

This prediction isn't gonna fly.

Good point.

Perhaps then our concern
has been misplaced.

(chuckles)

Brother arrupe:
Oh, brethren.

Uh, brethren!

Maybe when it's dark
and the lights are out,

(whispering):
We'll sneak out.

(knocking on door)

Come in.

Go.

(chuckles)

Good night, abbot arrupe.

(sighs)

(bed creaking)

(gasps)

(whirring)

(sobbing)

(gasping)

(screaming)

(moaning)

(moaning)

Oh, my god.

Ryan:
He's dead.

(gasping)

What's the
matter?

Arrupe had just been named
abbot.

(crying)

I would like to thank you
for your efforts

In trying to save
brother arrupe.

We did what we could.

Who are you,

Really?
Exactly

Who we say we are.

I mean, I'm an american.

I went to europe and, um,
joined the brotherhood there.

I met brother simon
two years ago.

Then why is it you were found
sneaking around,

Looking for brother currie
the other evening?

Brother le croix, we just wanted
to see him in person.

That will be quite impossible.

Brother currie is
a troubled man.

His gift is his burden
and his agony

And he'd just as soon
be left alone with it.

That's why he's in seclusion!

In future,

You will keep your mind
on your devotions.

How in the world did I get
myself in this mess?

All I wanted was
to get married

And settle down.

I didn't want the store.

I didn't want
those antiques!

I didn't want
any of this!

Micki, micki, micki.
C'mon now.

Tell me this whole thing
hasn't been a blast.

This whole thing
hasn't been a blast.

Take your time.

Think it over.

Okay, you want to go back
to leonard, be my guest.

Lloyd!
Just remember

That if we don't get back
those antiques,

Nobody else is
gonna do it.

It's up to us,
because

Nobody else is
gonna do it!

Nobody's gonna
believe us.

I mean it's not like we can
go up to the cops and say

"excuse me, officer,
but we got these antiques out here

We gotta get back
'cause they're cursed."

No, uh-uh, off to
the funny farm we go.

Well, I'm sorry,
but sometimes,

When I find myself locked
in a cell

In a monastery
pretending to be a boy

Tracking down a cursed
quill pen... Shh, shh, shh!

...The funny farm
sounds preferable!

Brother matthew,

I'd like you to meet
brother jack.

He's a transfer
just like you.

Oh, brother jack,
where from?

Ah, the emerald isle,
me boy-o,

Ireland itself.

I think that's a fine
looking crop

Of burgundy grapes
you've got there.

I predict you're gonna
have a-a vintage year.

Not that we know an awful lot
about it where I come from.

You know, we
prefer something

That'll, ah, put a little
more hair on your chest

And take the lightening
out of your throat.

I'll leave you to it,
brother jack.

Ah, thank you.
Bless you, brother.

You're a darling man,
darling man.

Where's
brother simon?

Powdering his nose.

He-- ah.

Wha... What are you
doing here?

I did a little
research.

I got photos
of the pen

From a collector I
know in khartoum.

And?
And I...

I figured you'll never
be able to sneak it out

Unless they never missed
it in the first place.

So, I made a
duplicate.

An exact copy.

You may have noticed, I'm
a very resourceful person.

(gasps)

Micki:
Oh!

Ryan: What?
Are you afraid

Of a little teeny,
teeny, bitsy spider?

Ryan!
Stop that!

Shh... Shh, shh, shh.

Your vow of silence.

I also checked up on
the original owner,

The first man who
bought the pen,

Rupert seldon.

He disappeared for quite
awhile with good reason.

He's wanted for the murder
of his business partner.

Rupert!

Those brothers from yorkshire.

They know
about the pen.

Do they?

Then we will have
to write up

Another epitaph.
No!

We must stop.

Too many innocent people
have died already.

Don't disappoint me,
frank.

We made a deal.

If it wasn't for me,
you'd be behind bars right now.

This is better than jail?

Cooped up here
day in, day out.

No one to talk to.

Knowing that
every time

You write in
that diary,

Someone else is
going to die.

You can't keep torturing me
like this.

(laughs)

I wouldn't call

Splitting a half million
dollar advance

On the oracle's life story
exactly torture.

I don't care about the money
anymore!

But I care about the money.

(sighs)

I need you, frank,

To take credit
for what I write.

I can't afford to be seen.

You're despicable.

We're both
despicable.

But now that
I'm abbot,

I can sell this place,

And we can pocket
ten million bucks.

It's over, rupert.

I'm leaving.

You will do
what I tell you to do.

Like always.

Like hell I will.

The oracle of death
has made his last prediction.

(door squeaks and slams shut)

Brother le croix (whispering):
Some of god's chosen ones
are tormented creatures.

Such is the case
with brother currie

Who will decide
his only recourse is

To join the holy spirit

In a most gruesome way.

(gasps)

(groans)

(loud groan)

(pained groaning)

(gasps)

(whimpers)

(pained groaning)

(brother currie whimpering)

(currie screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(yelling)

(bird hooting)

Oh.

That's one prediction
I'll bet he didn't make.

Oh!

But he did.

Oh, tragic, isn't it?

I came as soon as I found this,
but... Too late.

Brother currie lived a life
of quiet desperation.

He just couldn't stand it
any more.

Suicide note?

Of sorts.

Evidently, his gift

For predicting horrendous events
was a cross too heavy to bear.

The oracle of death is no more.

Sleep with the angels, brother.

(whispers):
Poor currie.

I guess that means
that's the end of it.

No.

We still have to find the pen.

I'm scared.

Oh, yeah?

You're scared?

I'm terrified.

Brother le croix (whispering):
God created creatures

Both great and small,

And sometimes small ones
have the power

To triumph over larger ones.

Such will be
the unfortunate fate

Of brothers matthew
and simon

From yorkshire.

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(whispers):
Ryan?!

Ryan (whispers):
Don't move.

(whispers):
I don't intend to.

Don't even breathe.

(whimpers)

It bit me!

(panting)

Don't panic.
Don't panic!

What's the matter with you two?

You could be heard
all over the monastery.

Jack!

Ah.

What a cute little therasphosid.

Oh, relax.

He's not poisonous.
It's only the south american

Tineid that can kill.

(sighs):
That's it.

I really can't take this
anymore.

I got to get out of here.

No more elastic
around the chest,

No more brown rice,
no more dead bodies,

No more tarantulas.

I understand exactly
how you feel, young lady,

But you must know

That retrieving these antiques
is not going to be easy.

There'll always be an
element of danger involved,

Which is why I'm here.

I had no idea of the
depth of his despair.

But at least the
oracle of death

Will be silent
forevermore.

Don't be so hasty.

Brother currie left behind
a number of predictions,

Which I have no doubt will
unfold in the fullness of time.

Brother drake: Brother le croix,
is something wrong? No.

Good morning,
brothers.

Uh, I hope

Brother currie's death
did not rob you of your sleep.

Fortunately not.

Were there any other...
Interruptions?

Some of the other monks
have been complaining

Of pests--

Rodents and the like?

Nothing the like of rodents.

I'm relieved to hear it.

I think brother le croix was
just on a fishing expedition.

That tarantula
was no accident.

You were supposed to die.

Well, not that I'm complaining,
but how come we didn't?

'cause you're not who you are.

Want to run that by me again?

Well, you're not really
brothers matthew and simon.

So, when the curse of
death was put on you,

It wasn't really
put on you.

It was put on
brothers matthew and simon.

Uh, what shall we do
about the reporters

At the front gate?

They've been waiting
there since dawn

To hear a statement about
brother currie's death.

Why don't you meet
with them?

Me? But-but you're
the new abbot.

You knew him best.

You should speak
on his behalf.

And while you're about it,

Send a telegram to the
home office in yorkshire.

What about?

Find out
if they did indeed

Send two representatives
to visit us.

And wait
for the reply.

(crying)

I have reason to believe

That brothers matthew and simon
are not who they claim to be.

I think maybe we're barking
up the wrong brother here.

Searching the wrong room.
What are you saying?

Brother currie
didn't kill himself.

There was no diary
on his desk.

We would have seen it when
we were looking for the pen.

Le croix.

Drake's been on our tail
ever since we got here.

It's gonna be tough for us
to search le croix's room.

Jack:
For you, maybe.

Not for me.

Woman: What are you trying to hide here?

We need some answers...

Man:
Tell us the whole story.

Woman:
Please!

Man: What happened?
Exactly what happened?

Please!

How did he die?

Is foul play suspected

In the death
of the oracle?

We have a prepared statement.

(sighs)

"brother currie was a man loved

"by all here at the brotherhood.

His gift
of predicting the future..."

Did he predict his own death?

"his gift became his torture,

"and to our

Everlasting sorrow,
he chose to take his own life."

Isn't suicide considered
a mortal sin?

"he chose to take his own life
rather than suffer any longer.

"and our prayers go with him.

All our prayers
go with him."

Woman: That's it?
That's all? That's all

You're gonna tell us. Come on.
We need more answers than this.

I'm not authorized
to give you anything

But this prepared statement.

Brother drake:
I'm sorry.

I can't answer
your questions.

Why isn't le croix
doing this?

Ryan: If you had something to hide,
you'd keep a low profile, too.

Woman:
Please!

Man: What happened?
Exactly what happened?

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(door opens in the distance)

(door closes)

Jack: Listen,
rupert seldon'ssignature

On this bill of sale
matches the writing

In the diary exactly.

So, rupert seldon

And brother le croix
are one in the same.

(whispers): What about the pen?

(whispers):
I couldn't find it.

Somebody was coming.

But it's more than likely
there, too.

I'll just have to go back
and try again.

Micki: The best time to do
it is during meditation.

Le croix is busy
for an hour.

Oh, I can't wait
to be a female again.

Ryan (whispering): Micki, I can't stand
guard out here forever, all right?

Will you hurry it up
already? Come on.

Brother le croix,
you were right.

The real brother matthew
and brother simon

Never left the
monastery.

Something else
is very odd.

The real brothers matthew
and simon were bitten

By a a poisonous tarantula
last night and died.

(gasps)

There is another thing
you should know

About brother simon.

He's a she.

He's a she.

I'll have them removed
from the premises

Immediately.
No.

I want you to act
as if nothing has changed.

Sh-sh-should we
at least question them?

God works in
mysterious ways

His wonders to perform.

I would appreciate it

If you would start the
meditation without me.

Certainly.

I hope jack's outta
that office by now.

Brother drake:
Brothers.

(distant thunder rumbling)

Ah, uh, abbot.

Didn't a little mouse
come scuttling in here?

Now, we've got to get him.

Otherwise, he'll be nibbling
away at your books

And papers.

I'm sure you wouldn't
need a thing like

That for a little mouse.

But I have already set a trap.

I thought you were meditating.

But I am...

Premeditating.

(grunting)

I'm sorry we couldn't conclude
our business upstairs,

(moans)
brother.

But I'm terribly late
for a meeting.

It wouldn't have anything
to do with real estate,

Would it, seldon?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, we were right.

You have the pen.

Yes, I do.

But only you and your young
friends know about it.

Oh!

How thoughtless of me
not to leave you

A little... Light.

(grunts)

(monks chanting)

Where do you think
you're going?

To look for the pen.

You go find jack.

Pssst.

You got the fake one?

Take care.

My principals were delighted

That your brotherhood
agreed to,

Ah, reconsider
their offer.

We are a humble order,
mr. Green.

Why would we put
ourselves

And the enjoyment of this place

Before the needs
of the thousands

Who will be served
by your luxury

Hotel/condominium
complex.

If we should reach

An agreement on this, do
you foresee any problems

With closing the deal?

None that can't
be eliminated.

As you'll see,

We very generously agreed to
pay out the brotherhood

Over a five year period,
rather than ten,

And we'll pick up
the closing costs.

And, as a special
sweetener,

If the deal is clean,

I'd be willing to reduce
my commission

To... Ten percent.

(chuckles)

I'm sure you will.

Normally, the commission
on a deal this size

Is three and a half percent.

Let's not play games,
mr. Green.

Forget the graduated payout.

I want $15.2 million-- cash.

And a commission
agreement

Of two and a half
percent.

Take it or
leave it.

(sighs)

Ugh.

I must say you drive
a hard bargain,

Abbot le croix.

Abbot le croix.

It has such a nice
ring to it.

Now, I have some other serious
business to attend to

That I've left off
for far too long.

Uh, listen, uh...

(breathing heavily)

(blowing)

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(thunder rumbling)

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(grunting)

Jack... Can you hear me?

Jack!

Ryan?

Over here.

Over where?!

Over here.

Hang on, I'm on my way!

Hurry, ryan.

Hurry.

Th-there's not
much time.

Ryan, please.

Ryan!

Hurry.

Ryan!

Jack, don't move.

(blowing)

Hurry, ryan.

Be careful,
the thread.

(grunts)

(sighs)

Are you okay?

(panting)

I guess I can't complain.

We've got to go after le croix.

He's gone for the pen.

(gasps)
oh, jack,

Thank god it's you.

Ryan, I found
the pen!

Then I figured I'd go look
for jack, and,

Then I just...
You found the pen?

Yes, it was in le croix's room
just as you thought.

I swapped it
with the fake.

Micki, baby.

Oh, baby!

I can't wait to
get outta here.

I wouldn't make travel plans
just yet.

Thank you for informing me
about the switch...

...Sister simon.

Or should I say...

Micki?

Hand it over.

I would have preserved
your epitaphs

In a more dignified way,

But someone
rudely stole

My diary.

Ah.

This will do nicely.

"the imposters

Came to the
monastery

Posing as monks...

...To meet certain death."

(screaming)

I will be happy
to change this

To include you as well,
brother drake.

You're gonna burn
in hell,

You traitor!
Put that down.

..."they came

"to remove the
sacred pen

"from its rightful
owner,

"but tragedy will strike...

And this will not
be accomplished."

Now, all I have to do
is fill in your names.

(clock chimes)

You should never

Write what you've already
signed.

Rupert

Seldon.

Your name on the original
invoice,

Remember?

� �

(sinister laugh)

(thunder crackling)

Now...

Where were we?

It seems this pen
isn't so foolproof

After all.

It's behind you.

Do you really expect me to fall
for an old trick like that?

(screams)

He should've stuck to pencils.

(thunder crackling)

Imagine being able to wish for

Something to happen

And with the stroke
of a pen, it does.

I'm afraid it doesn't
work that way.

The pen can only make evil
predictions come true.

Woo,

It's so good
to be a girl again.

(whistles) now all I want is some food.

If I never see
brown rice again,

It'll be too soon.

Aren't you gonna put
that in the vault?

Oh, that's
not the real pen.

I'm just keeping this copy
as a souvenir.

How do you know
it's the right one?

A true artist always knows
his own handiwork, my dear.

So, you're
really sure.

Of course.
I'm positive.

Only one way
to find out.

Hmm.

Lunch.

Let's order something
really sinful.