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And this
is WKBR with the Big Apple

weather Break for December 22nd, 1999.

Sorry, folks, not much of a break at all.

The outlook is extremely
warm with scattered pockets

of precipitation, no chance of
a white Christmas this year.

It's the warmest ever
recorded in New York City.

The temperature right now in
Central Park is 76 degrees,

and I personally know a whole
bunch of folks who'll be

singing carols on the beach
at Coney Island, imagine that.

Many ecologists are
attributing the weather

to the greenhouse effect.

Record highs have also been
recorded in Stockholm, Moscow,

London, Beijing, and Tokyo,
with a number of tropical storm

fronts developing in patterns unheard of

for this time of year.

- No, I don't have a
problem, you're my problem.

Merry Christmas.
- Go easy on the stuffing, eh?

- Let me tell you something,
if I didn't have you,

I wouldn't have any problems at all.

- Speaking of problems,
look at this mess, eh?

Oh, man.

See, eh?

See, what did I tell you?

These water mains, they're antiquated!

- Yeah, yeah.
- There.

It was bound to happen eventually.

- Just fix it, Giannelli.

It's Niagara Falls here it's
pushing me way behind schedule.

- Pushing you behind
schedule, well what about me?

Friggin' knees.

Jesus.

Are you okay?

- That's it.

That is it!

I'm callin' the union, man.

Unsafe working conditions.

Come on, hold.

What is this?

Just watch your step.

What is all this stuff?
- I don't know.

Some kind of, uh, kind
of Indian burial ground?

- I don't know.

Hey.

We got an archeologist on
call for this sort of thing.

- Wait, wait, wait!

Wait.

You mean that hellcat Goodleaf.

Hey, look.

You call her, before you
can say "finders keepers,"

any valuables we find down here are gone,

rotting in some museum, huh?

- I don't know, man.

Karen ain't so bad.

I kinda like her.

- Hey.

Think of this as like
a Christmas bonus, huh?

I don't know.

- Huh?

- Yeah, okay.

Whoa.

It goes on forever.

It looks like nobody's
been here for years.

It sure is creepy down here.

Creepy
doesn't quite cover it.

- Oh my god.

Giannelli.

Giannelli.
- What?

- Get some help down here, now.

This is worldwide
news, Philip Preston reporting.

As we fade into the
millennium's final Christmas,

it appears the message of
peace has not been heard

in many corners of the globe.

More on the world's hotspots
in a moment, but first

we go to Rachel Savage at our
New York affiliate for that

special report on an unusual
archeological discovery.

Rachel?
- Thank you, Phil.

Well, members of the press
have not been allowed

in the tunnel as yet
due to city regulations.

The municipal archeologist
Dr. Karen Goodleaf

must examine and secure the
site before any civilians

will be allowed on the premises,
but I have to tell you,

Phil, that there have been
wild rumors flying around

about the nature of
the archeological find.

You'd assume that we
would be talking about a

Native-American Indian burial site,

considering the history of New York City,

but Six O'Clock Eye Witness
News actually spoke to one

of two workers who literally
fell into the chamber

and he swears, and again
this had not been confirmed,

that what he saw was a skeleton,
armed with a large sword

and wearing some sort of
garment with big red cross

emblazoned across the chest.

Some of the artifacts the
same worked described sound

uniquely non-Indian and more
Christian in their nature.

Like something you would
expect to find in an excavation

near the Holy Land.

Again, and it could be
just a rumor, we have heard

reports that the site may be
more than 1,000-years-old.

These findings could mean
that there is finally evidence

that someone before Christopher
Columbus discovered America.

Well that's all for
now, back to you, Phil.

Thank you, Rachel,
in other news the ongo--

- Forgive me, Master Gregor.

I did not expect anyone
would be up so early.

Wake Lukas and get him on

the next plane to New York.

Merry Christmas.

- See you later.

Some evidence of an Iroquoian presence.

Over there.

But this site is too elaborate.

My guess is that there's
a good deal of influence

from the Adena culture, which
disappeared around 200 AD.

Dante.

But the shards indicate
a more recent occupation.

I'm holding a specimen which
appears to depict a windigo,

a mother of all monsters.

But that wasn't part
of the Adena mythology,

it was Algonquin,

and they peopled this area as
late as the Dutch colonists.

Okay.

This site was used by a
succession of nations, it seems,

and I think it's more
than a burial chamber.

The antechamber gives way to
the usual main tomb, and...

My god.

- Doctor, are you okay?

- This is not Iroquoian.

It's not even continental.

It can't be.

It's impossible.

The writing.

Seventh, possibly even sixth century AD.

This is, I think it's Hibernian Celt.

- That doesn't sound like any
Indian tribe I've heard of.

- It's not.

You're a long way from home, stranger.

Yo yo, this
WKBR, Merry Christmas.

Everything crisp, millennium
is just about to roll

over right here now but
here in our fair city,

it look like the Big Apple
not big enough to go around.

- So.

Where did you fly in from?

Is it your first time in New York?

Ah, it's okay if you don't wanna talk.

You know, I was just
tryin' to be friendly.

You know.

Brotherhood of man, and all that shit.

Look at this fuckin' traffic.

You'd make better time walkin'.

You in a hurry?

- Be out in a sec, Giannelli.

Doc, we're lockin' up.

So uh,

what exactly is he?

- I think he's an Irish monk.

- A monk with a sword?

Well figures, if he was
stationed in New York.

So uh, what's with the red cross?

- Yeah.

That's the problem, his tunic.

It doesn't make any sense.

It's Knights Templar.

I've never seen a Knights Templar west

of the European continent.

What's he doing here?

- You know, the MTA
Christmas party's tonight.

- I refuse to celebrate a
holiday designed by the church

and Madison Avenue for the
express purpose of making

single people feel bad
about their life choices.

- Oh well, I was wondering,

if you don't think I'm
out of line for asking,

what say we check it out, you know,

drink some egg nog, open some presents?

- You're not out of line, and
thanks for asking, but uh,

I got all my presents right here.

- Hey, doc.

Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas to you, too.

- Hey, Merry Christmas, Tony!

Say you later, buddy.

- The tunic is double-woven Sardinian cut,

emblazoned with a red cross.

A talisman, or amulet,

is inscribed with Ogham script.

Definitely Celtic.

Interesting.

The posterior is covered in wax.

It may be hollow.

Okay, Santa, let this be some,

huge career-making archeological find.

Okay?

Here goes.

- Templar.

You have failed.

Don't look in his eyes!

- Hey, hey!

Wait.

You can't take that, that's mine.

Who are you and what do you want?

Shit.

Hey!

Anything found in that tomb is
the property of Mohawk Museum

of New York and you
don't wanna mess with us.

Ow.

Trust me.

Hey.

Wait!

Where is everybody?

Look.

You've got...

- Forget about the key and
everything that happened here.

Go on with your life.

- That key is my life.

- Hey, mister!

What are you doin' there, mister?

Mister!

Hey, mister.

- Ever since I was a
kid, I dreamt of being

the greatest archeologist in the world.

You wouldn't take that
away from me, would you?

- Pride is a sin.

- Listen, that skeleton
was sealed in there

for almost 1,500 years.

Even before Columbus, before the Vikings.

The first white man to ever
set foot in the new world.

Think of what that means,
the questions it raises.

- Some questions are best left unanswered.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Somebody!

Help!

Look, I appreciate you
saving my life back there.

That guy was a maniac,
but I really need to know

what you're gonna do with that key.

Where are you going?

I need a car.

- What, you're gonna steal a car?

I have one back at the site.

I'll drive you wherever you wanna go

in exchange for that key.
- Shh.

Come on!

- Dante!

- DOn't look in his eyes!

- Karen!

Please!

Don't let me die.

- Calm down, sir, just calm down!

Hey, hey!

How about English?

This is America, or maybe
I should call the INS

and get a translator,
if you know what I mean.

Call for backup and cover the exits.

Probably some sort of joyride,
another gang initiation.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

Just give me the key.

- You killed Dante.

What kind of a freak are you?

You killed my friend.

- That wasn't your friend.

The evil inside him wanted that key.

Please give me the key.

- Make another move and you
never see this key again.

So tell me, without making even
the tiniest move towards me,

what is so important about this key?

- The key unlocks a door.

A door to a prison.

Don't!

- The thing is a relic.

Any prisoner waiting for
it would be dust by now.

- Not this prisoner.

He is immortal.

- You're crazy.

- His freedom will mean
the end of everything.

Armageddon.

The end of the world.

- Thanks for the tip, so he's
been paying taxes this year.

- I don't blame you for not believing.

I was once like you.
- Stop it!

Oh, thank god you're here.

No!

What are we gonna do?
- Hide.

- I am feeling charitable this evening.

So I will make you an offer,

oh fallen knight.

Your lives for the key.

Come now, my valiant adversary!

Surely you know your
soul is already forfeit.

You and your Templar kin

have broken all four of your pious vows.

She is a beautiful woman,
oh Knight of Christ.

Does she not, tempt you?

Poverty.

Don't make me laugh.

Your order thrives while children starve.

Obedience.

Your ancestors failed that one long ago,

when they refused to lay
down their arms and disband.

Finally, protection of the pilgrims.

Tell me, how many of your innocents

have died at your hands this evening?

This time,

there is no escape.

- Request backup, in the case of--

- Dear God.

Please let this be the last.

- What was all that about?

Why did she keep calling
you knight, and Templar?

Huh?

Look, look.

We've gotta go back.

No, we've gotta explain that
something weird is going on.

- And you expect anyone to believe

all those people are possessed?

- This is great.

I'm a fugitive.

What are you doing?

- I must get to the
airport and take this key

back where it belongs.

Oh my god.

Central to all units.

We've got one officer down in the area.

- How are you gonna do that?

You're a cop-killer.

Every airport and train
station and dock in this city

with an artist's rendition
of your pretty face.

They'll be looking for you.

- Then I must hide it,

where he cannot find it.

- Look.

I'm up to my ears in this
shit, I'm involved now.

So tell me what this is all about.

- The son of man must be
delivered into the hands of sinful

men and be crucified and on
the third day rise again.

According to the Nicene
Creed, our lord Jesus Christ

remained in the land of
the dead for three days

following his crucifixion.

During that time, he
sought out his brother,

God's other son.

- Yeah, the anti-Christ, right?

How come I've never heard of this?

- It was in the Bible and
the Nicene Creed until 1966

when Vatican had expunged all mention

of Satan from the holy texts.

But erasing a name does
not destroy an entity.

- Entity?

So, you're talking about a fourth deity?

Okay let's see, Father, Son,

Holy Ghost, and who exactly?

- For many deceivers are
entered into the world

who confess not that Jesus
Christ has come in the flesh.

The anti-Christ is called
the great deceiver,

because he clouds men's minds.

The windigo.

- He's known by many names.

Our savior tried to
reason with the evil one,

but he would hear none of it.

Mankind is his enemy, hatred his weapon.

He would not yield.

- So, Jesus trapped him?

- And I saw an angel come down
from the heaven having the

key of the bottomless pit and
a great chain in his hand.

- You're telling me that that key

is the key to the bottomless pit?

So what is it doing here?

- We're wasting time.

He will find us.

I have to get to the monastery.

- Hey, a monastery?

With the key to the bottomless pit?

- Yes.

Over the pit a monastery was built.

The oldest greatest
monastery in Christendom.

In the valley in the Gidav,

in Jerusalem.

- And this monastery sent you here?

You're a priest?

Well um, so do I call you Father?

- No.

My name is Lukas.

- Okay.

Hey, wait.

Wait for me.

Hey nice to meet you, Lukas, I'm Karen.

- Whatever happened to peace
on earth, good will of man?

- Didn't you hear about that, Roseberry?

God issued a disclaimer.

- Any witnesses?

- Yeah, one of our guys and a dispatcher.

We'll know what he saw as
soon as the translator's done

with him, but the uniform
says it was a man and a woman,

and that's not all.

- Who, the killer's?

- It ain't Santa's.

You see these spikes here?

Both victims had holes in
the backs of their heads.

Same holes as the stiff we
found in the new subway tunnels

an hour ago.

- Is that where they found that
ancient burial crypt thing?

Alright.

Run a fingerprint check on the glove,

and get in touch with that
professor at Columbia,

Schulman, Shulkin, Shulkin.

Tell him to meet me at the
subway dig, ASAP, okay?

- Senor Detective!

Senor Detective!

- Sorry about that, Lieutenant.

Sorry about that, Lieutenant,
the poor guy's hysterical.

He thinks attacked him.

- Quaso what?

- It's the Aztec name for the devil.

- Whoa whoa whoa, what?

What's he saying?

- Crazy stuff.

- What?

- His grandmother used to tell him

how the devil changes
shape to fool people.

He says the devil was here
today, he looked into his eyes,

and he saw the end of the world.

- Take him to the hospital,
make sure that he's okay.

You'll be okay.

This city keeps getting
weirder every year.

- Jesus Christ.

Nice moves, it's that
the stuff they teach you

in seminary school nowadays?

Lukas.

If this key is the only way the
anti-Christ can be released,

what happens if we destroy it?

- The evil one has powers, too.

The key cannot be destroyed,
but it can be hidden.

The anti-Christ predicted it would be free

at the end of the first millennium,

when 1,000 years should be fulfilled

and after that he must season.

To avoid this, Christ
entrusted the key to our order.

- So, the key traveled from Jerusalem to

downtown New York City.

- We've kept the key from the
minion for almost 2,000 years.

But now the millennium approaches again.

The key's been moved many
times by many brave souls.

Legend tells us to fear the
millennia as turning points,

but the minion, or windigo, never rests.

He's most active when faith
in God is most lacking.

- So you're saying that, this minion,

is what possessed those
people, made them attack us?

- An ancient demon,
anti-Christ's familiar.

It enters through the eyes,

taps into ancient part of the brain.

And these creatures aren't really alive,

they're merely puppets being controlled

by this one small part of the brain.

- So that's why the one shot
to the head killed the cop.

But the minion's dead now, right?

- Wrong.

Destroying the brain only
slows the minion down,

forces it to find another
host, another innocent victim.

The minion can never be
killed, it will never rest,

until its master is free.

- I've got it.

This thing, this minion,

uses human bodies, right?

I mean, without a living
body, it's powerless, right?

- Yes.

- So what if we hid the key

where no human being could ever get to it?

Alive.

Where?

- Not so fast.

What say we do a little bartering?

I want an exclusive deal to write about

the history of your order.

- Impossible.

We've remained in the
shadows for two millennia.

- Lukas, Lukas, Lukas.

The whole purpose of
your order's existence

is to keep that key away from the minion.

If my plan works you'll all be
able to take a long vacation.

Do we have a deal?

- Joe!

What the hell's going on here?

It looks like World War III.

Yeah, Merry Christmas to you, too.

- I swear to god, I was
coming up and I was looking,

and he's just, oh thanks, Dan.

Hey!

What you doin' there?

- Uh, looking for my keys.

Found them.

- Hey!
- Don't let her take the car!

- Boy, I'll tell ya.

I've had some lousy first dates,

but you really win the Oscar.

- For the last time, where are we going?

- You see?

It's irritating when people
won't answer you, isn't it?

I hope we've learnt a little lesson here.

Okay.

When I was a kid, I grew
up on a Mohawk reservation

a few miles north of Malone.

A couple years ago they started
dumping, the government,

that is, started dumping
toxic waste in an old quarry.

It's a perfect spot, no people.

Just Indians.

Then they got the bright idea to add

radioactive waste to the mix.

Then it went on, they might
cancel each other out.

Could rot a man to the bone in seconds.

Drop the key in there and
the minion would have to

possess Superman to get it.

Well how do we get there?

- Well the foreman's called Michael Bear.

The shaman of our tribe.

My grandfather.

It's a simple plan.

He lets us in, you drop
the key in the muck,

and I write a bestselling book

on the history of the Templars.

- A vain ambition.

Vanity is a sin.

- Yes?
- Gramps?

- Karen.

- Sorry to call you so early,

but it's a matter of life and death.

And I mean that literally.

I need to get him to the storage site.

- I had a dream, Karen.

I have seen the windigo.

He walks the land.

He knows your face.

- Yes.

He does.

You were right, Gramps.

About everything you tried
to teach me as a kid.

About the good and evil spirits,

and about how they walk
the earth among us.

I should have listened.

Time has
no meaning, my child,

as long as we can still learn.

- Will you help us?

- Yes, Karen.

- Thank you.

I love you.

We'll be there in a few hours.

All set, he'll do it.

- Holy.

The archeological find of the century.

Destroyed.

- Yeah, it breaks my heart.

So you have any idea what happened here?

- There's no telling when
Karen Goodleaf is involved.

Why?

You know this archeologist?

- She has a reputation
for violent behavior.

What do you mean?

- She was a student of mine.

Native-American develops a big
case of chip-on-shoulder and

ruins a possibly very promising career.

Hey, doc, check this out.

- Impossible.

A Celtic talisman.

It must have belonged to him.

What's so important about it?

- Because like this skeleton,

it's something else
that shouldn't be here.

What?

See this, Detective?

This is the symbol of the Nights Templar.

- They anything like
the knights of Columbus?

- Hardly.

Templars were warrior monks
formed in the Middle Ages

to protect pilgrims
traveling to the Holy Land.

There are theories though
suggesting the knights

were founded much earlier
by St. Peter, in fact,

to be keepers of the holy relics.

Of course, this theory has
never been proven, but,

this tomb would suggest that, uh,

the Templars existed as far
back as the sixth century AD.

And that they discovered America.

- Heavy.

- Heavy enough to motivate four murders?

- Detective, you mentioned
that the killer was using

a spiked glove?

- Yeah, why?

- Spiked gloves were the
Templars' weapon of choice.

These Templars,
doc, are they still around?

- Not a chance.

They were all killed by a
mad French King Philip IV,

and they by then strayed from
their initial vow of poverty

and were the biggest
money-lenders in Christendom.

They clashed with King
Philip and Pope Clements VI.

So the Pope and the
King had them disbanded,

took all their money and
burned them at the stake.

- So what are you saying,

this guy's a history buff or something?

- What I'm saying is that your
suspect is a Templar-wannabe.

- You mean a Manson-cult-type killer?

- I wouldn't be surprised.

It is after all the end of the millennium,

traditionally when fringe
groups and lunatics predict

the world will come to an end.

- We're running a fingerprint
check on the glove.

Should have the results in an hour.

- Right.

Good, Steve, put out an APB
on a crazy wannabe Templar

Knight and uh, a female
archeologist, Indian,

with a chip on her shoulder.

- Oo, His Holiness disapproves.

Why does everything fun have to be so bad?

- There is no joy in sin.

- How would you know?

You ever sinned?

So, tell me, Sir Knight.

How do the boys back the
Templar frat house hang loose?

- My brothers and I pray,

and prepare.

- What do you do, play war games?

How does one join the Holy Hit Squad?

Is it hereditary?

- For some.

Others are recruited.

- Were you?

Did you have a life before
becoming God's warrior?

- I've always been a warrior,

but not always for God.

Oh, this is bad.

- What?

- We've gotta stop for gas.

This is Central
Dispatch at one police.

Stand by for further description

of those parking lot perpetrators.

- I'll be with you in a second, folks!

- Okay!

- What are you doing?

- Getting something to eat,
chips, candy bar, anything.

I'm starving.

- Wait, hold on.

It's dangerous.

- What's so dangerous?

We're in the middle of
nowhere with a couple of hicks

and two lethal-looking tourists.

Don't you ever just relax?

- No, you don't understand.

Every stranger I meet
could hide the enemy.

In New York City,
police are searching for a man

and a woman associated with last night's

brutal ritual killings.

- On Christmas Eve.

Gotta be the devil's handiwork.

Man, this heat.

Can you believe it?

The world goin' to hell in a hand basket.

- Every human being I
touch, I may have to kill.

I can never be close to anyone.

They could be the minion.

Anyone could be the minion.

Even you.

- I think we're taking this
paranoid thing a little too far.

I find it hard to believe
that anyone can be the minion.

Jesus.

You spend your whole life like this?

Fearing everybody?

The two suspects were
last seen driving a MTA van.

The man is tall.

- What's taking this guy so long?

The woman
reported to be dark-haired--

- Hey, could you hurry it up, please?

We're late for church.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Just a moment.
- Thanks.

Relax.

We're almost there.

- Don't make a move.

You're those ritual killers, aren't ya?

Devil-worshipers!
- Don't assume--

- You make a move and you eat buck, okay?

Troy!

Call the sheriff!

I think I'm gonna make the paper.

Suspects have
been taken to Malone County

police station MTA van license
checked out, registered to--

Bringing in
another one, Stakowski?

It must be the freakin' heat wave.

Yeah, yeah.

- One leather wallet,
no ID, no credit cards,

One airline ticket stub.

One passport.

Let me go!

- $1,000 in cash.

Bible.

One key.

Possibly gold.

Probably stolen.

- This way, ma'am.
- It does not belong to you!

- Well I'll bet the farm it
doesn't belong to you either.

- You fools!

He will come for it!

- No, don't!

- Lock him up until his lawyer gets here.

Okay, phone Lieutenant
Roseberry at county,

tell him we bagged a psycho.

Get a shrink over here fast,
I want her checked out.

Right away, Captain.

- Okay, now the lady.

She's over here, Captain.

Okay, ma'am.

Step into my office and
tell what this is all about.

From the female officer's autopsy.

- My god, impossible.

- No lines of character or personality.

It's like this woman was born yesterday.

- Except, look at this
part of the cerebellum.

How swollen it is, and this slash here

cutting it off from the rest of the brain.

Interesting.

This old text was filed

under Columbia's rare occult section.

It depicts a mythical
battle the Templars fought

against the devil's minion.

Probably a symbolic representation of sin.

- They're armed with spiked gloves.

- Precisely.

The Templars believe
that evil nested in the

rear-lower portion of the brain.

A quick blow to the
head with a spiked glove

gave their victims a merciful death.

Much like a toreador putting
a bull out of its misery.

Interesting they should pick

that particular spot of the brain.

You see this knot of tissue here?

It's called the amygdala,
and this is the--

- Center of aggression.

- Very good, detective.

It's also called the reptile brain.

What could have caused this anomaly?

- I have no idea, could be
some new kind of brain disease.

All these stiffs have it.

- A disease that affects the amygdala?

- Creating perfect killers.

- Perhaps.

And bear in mind I'm only
speculating here but,

maybe our Templar-wannabe,
might be the carrier.

Did you get any information on him?

- Yeah.

The guy's name is Lukas Sadorov.

He arrived in New York
from Israel last night.

- The Middle East.

A hotspot for unusual diseases.

But why the obsession with Templar lore?

Was he a history student or
a travel guide of some sort?

- No.

Former Spetsnaz.

Elite Soviet commando unit.

A war hero from a long line of war heroes.

His dad was decorated in World War II.

His granddaddy in the October Revolution.

But something went wrong our boy.

Yeah, I'd say so.

- His unit in Afghanistan
was involved in an atrocity.

Wiped out a whole village,
women and children.

After that, he disappeared.

Russians think that he went mercenary.

Looks like he got in touch
with the beast within.

- Got him, highway patrol
picked 'em up south of Malone.

Chopper's waiting for you.

Here we go.

- I've gotta have that psychiatrist, now.

I don't care if it is Christmas.

- Look.

I know how this sounds.

But believe me,

that the minion is not a
figment of my imagination.

It's already killed a lot of people.

And it'll kill all of
us if we don't stop it.

Merry Christmas.

- What the hell's that?

- I'll be taking that now, thank you.

- Run, Karen!

- Templar, you have failed.

Soon my master will live again.

- Lukas.

Come on.

- You saved my life, Karen.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

- You wouldn't understand.

- Well, I might.

- I'm lost.

I'm drifting through life, Lukas.

I haven't been home in 15 years.

- And now you're not sure if
you can ever find a way back.

- Yeah.

- Home, is where you're loved.

Follow your heart.

It will lead the way.

Got two more over here!

I need
forensics upstairs, go on!

I want to get to
the bottom of this right now.

- How the hell did Sadorov
do this much damage?

I thought you had him
at the woman in custody?

- The suspects didn't do this, sir.

- No?

Then who did?

- We should do an autopsy immediately.

If his brain exhibits
symptoms of the disease,

we could have an epidemic on our hands.

- Epidemic?
- Yeah.

- Alright.

Do it.

Slice him and dice him.

Officer--
- Uh, in private?

We don't wanna start a panic.

- Officer.

Do it quickly.

Let me have your radio.

Dispatch, Roseberry in Malone
County, I need some backup

and a chopper here at the nearest airport.

- There it is.

Home.

I collected my first pot
shards and ax heads over there

on those hills.

I played on the ancient
battle fields of my tribe.

I fell in love with the past.

Let's go.

Gramps.

- What took you so long?

Karen.

- And air surveillance.

Yeah well there's 100
miles of woods and shrubs

and crap all over, they have
no idea where they're going.

- I do.

The Wakanasake flats power plant.

I just figured it out.

- What are you talking about?

- Goodleaf grew up on a
Wakanasake reservation

not too far from here.

A couple of years ago the
government built a nuclear

containment facility on the grounds.

She's been threatening to
sabotage the facility ever since.

She and the psycho could seek asylum there

and her people would protect them.

- Get a chopper ready and contact

the Wakanasake reservation.

Tell them to keep an eye out

for anyone fitting their description.

- I saw you, too, in my dream.

Any man who fights the
windigo is welcome here.

- Thank you.

- It won't be easy gettin' in there.

And the windigo, Satan as you
call him, is very powerful.

These are times of need.

I called on some old friends for help.

Welcome, Gray Eagle.
- Bear.

Hello, Karen.

- Gray Eagle.

- Thought you swore you'd never set foot

in this place again?

- I was wrong.

I was wrong about a lot of things.

- I missed you.

- I missed you, too.

- Well you're gonna need a few things.

I brought you some gear, all
kinds of stuff to get you in.

You'll find containment suits.

Mirrored visors, to
hide your popular faces.

- What we need is some
way to get past security.

- Two tickets to the dance.

Courtesy of the Gray Eagle printing press.

- Yep.

You still got the touch.

- Idle hands are the devil's tools.

- Emergency shipment, Chris.

I got some soup here
that needs to cool off.

There you go.

50,000 gallons of radioactive soup,

with a half-life maybe 4,000 years.

- So is Conan here
you're new main squeeze?

- Nothing like that.

He's a priest.

- Yeah, and uh, and I'm General Custard.

Come on, when we get you
in you only have 90 seconds

before a class-B contamination.

- I want a description of the
suspects over the PA system

every 10 minutes, I want
your men armed at all times.

- With all due respect,
Lieutenant, it's Christmas day.

Now you're out of your jurisdiction here.

If there is a problem, we
are perfectly capable of

handling it on our own.

- You know, that's funny
'cause that's what the highway

patrol thought, and they're
still tagging bodies.

Attention
all facility employees.

Police are on the premises looking for

two hostile suspects.
- Shit.

- They know you're here, I'm
gonna have to take the key in.

Trust, white man.

A quality your people could use more of.

- Yep.

- That wasn't so hard, was it?

Give me a minute to change and
meet me by the access door.

- Gramps, Gramps.

Be careful, okay?

Come on, we'd better get out of sight.

- I want this pathetic excuse of a body.

Sorry, I've kind
of got attached to it

over the years.

- That was not a request.

Evil is here, windigo.

You're nothing unless I let you be!

- Then we'll do this the hard way.

- What's taking him so long?

Everything okay, Gramps?

Send it back to hell.

- That's the sign of the windigo.

Lukas, his back, that's
not my grandfather!

It's Dr. Schulman, get him!

- Forget it, Karen!

The radiation will melt
your pretty face off!

- He killed my grandfather.

- You can't stop him!

He'll be heading for the
cleaning facility, this way!

- I want two with us.

The rest seal off all
corridors around Sector G.

Do not move in unless I say so!

- Goodbye, Knight of
Christ, and don't fear,

I shall soon your fellow
Templars to join you.

And then I will free my sweet master.

- Schulman.

- Ah, Lieutenant.

- Take him!

- I think it's time you
gained some first-hand

experience about the killer instinct.

- I'll see you in hell.

- Yes, you will.

I'll send you a postcard
from the Holy Land!

Lukas, over here!

The United
States Secretary of State

will be flying to Bosnia again

in attempt to end the renewed bloodshed.

Meanwhile in Zither, rebel
forces continue to clash

with government troops.

- The forces of evil are rising

in anticipation of his release.

The minion is close, Bernard.

Help me.

- The minion will take the
key directly to Jerusalem.

Where is the nearest airport?
- Montreal's International.

You can cross the border at Cornwall.

You should leave now.

They'll be looking for you at the border.

- We're gonna need passports
for Canadian customs.

Can you make them for us, Gray?

- Us?

No, Karen.

I'm going alone.

He's right,
Karen, we should stay here.

- Bullshit.

A deal is a deal.

- The minion has the
key, all deals are off.

- Gray doesn't wear his
forger's cap 'til I say so.

You still need me.

- Karen.

You have no concept of the danger.

Fame and success aren't worth

throwing your life away, are they?

- Do you think this is
about a stupid book?

That son of a bitch killed my grandfather.

I was lost before, Lukas.

Now I'm following my heart.

Please don't tell me I can't finish

something I've already started.

I have to call the monastery.

Take my cellphone.

- Bear is still with us.

Somehow.

I can feel him.

- He always watched over you.

No matter where you were.

- Yes?
- Master Gregor.

- Lukas.
- I have not succeeded.

The minion is on his way with the key.

- No.

- Has our champion failed?

- Wake the others.

- I've never heard you
speak Mohawk before.

For that matter, I've never
heard you apologize before.

- Well, there's a first
time for everything.

Arriving from
Toronto, flight 701 from

Montreal will be slightly delayed.

Please do not leave parcels
or suitcases unattended in the

air terminal, all such objects
will be removed by security.

To the valley of Migel.

- Please, my brothers!

He is near, keep your eyes open.

You and you, cover the back.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

- I don't understand.

The minion should have arrived
in Jerusalem hours ago.

- Perhaps Lukas was in error.

I always had my doubts about him.

If only you'd sent me instead--

- Brother Lukas was chosen
for this mission, because he

among us is the most
experienced in the art of war.

- If you say so, Master.

Stop him!

- I've waited many
lifetimes for this moment.

- You have learned nothing, demon.

No matter how long you seem to triumph,

ultimately you cannot win.

This is God's world.

- God!

God is dead!

- I did it.

I killed the minion!

The minion is dead, Master.

Now.

Now who is the bravest among us?

No, don't touch him!

- You shall be released!

Come, Master!

The world awaits!

Oh my god, we're too late.

- Master Gregor!

Bernard!

Oh, my brothers.

Forgive me.

For I am responsible.

Master Gregor, Bernard!

- Lukas.

Master Gregor!

- Lukas.
- Master.

- Thank God you're here.

- Where is the minion?

- The minion lives on in Bernard.

In the name of all that is holy, Lukas,

stop him.

- There's a tunnel behind the altar.

The key must be in there, find it!

- You are the most formidable
of opponents I've encountered

in two millennia, my Knight of Christ.

Pity your intelligence
doesn't match your strength.

If it did, you'd realize you were

fighting on the wrong side!

- Lukas!

- Beg, fool!

My master's been trapped for 2,000 years!

Yet, your world is hell!

War, hate, disease!

Pestilence!

Who causes these things?

Your God, Lukas!

Your God creates pain.

Misery.

Unspeakable agony.

Why?

Because of his infinite madness!

- You cannot tempt me, demon.

- No!

Perhaps not you.

- Karen.

Gramps?

- Help me, Karen.

Why did you leave me?
- I'm sorry.

- I'm suffering.

Release me.

- Your puny god fails you, Lukas!

Just as he has failed this world.

Soon all creation will
bow to my master's might!

Even your sweet Jesus!

- Forgive me, Bernard.

Lukas!

- Karen!

Karen.

- Lukas, he's almost free!

- Karen.

Please.

You're killing me.

- Don't look at him, Karen!

Don't listen!

- They all betrayed you, Karen!

I say let your anger flow.

Bitch.

- Anger is a sin.

Oh, Lukas.

Your hands.

It's nothing.

- Oh, no.

It's over, right?

The minion, it's dead.

- You can't kill a spirit.

We merely stopped it.

For another 1,000 years.

- Well, then what?

There are no more Templars, Lucas.

- There is one.

There will be more.

Perhaps your,

your book, will help.

- Screw the book.

I'll help.

What?

Who says Templars have to be men?

- Karen.

Karen, you don't know what you're asking.

- Don't I?

- There is a first time for everything.