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Santa Mira Archive Project

Number A2721.

Marble vase.

Ming Dynasty.

Replica.

Condition, fair.

Normal wear and tear.
Restoration, complete.

Fall semester starts in two weeks.

Think you'll be done in time,
Professor Whelan?

We're close.

We're very close.

-Let me give you a hand.
-Oh, no. I'm fine.

I thought it'd be a lot faster to box
and store away all that old stuff.

You know history.
It always needs a lot of polishing.

-Good night.
-You have a good night.

Santa Mira Archive Project

Number B47305.

Indian Head coin circa 1915.

Condition, good.

I just found Mesozoic era fossils
of an Apatosaurus

next to a series of thesis papers
on Methuselah

and we are one step closer to completion.

Hey, guys.

And two major steps back.

Do they realize
how far behind we actually are?

I haven't told them yet.

Well, then let's show the Dean this.

Fossilized rat circa 1954.
Very fine year for rats.

Or

rusty gauntlet.

Gauntlet trumps rat.

Scottish?

Actually lrish. You can tell from the design.

I'm thinking 12th century.

Yeah. Can l? Just... Please. Thank you.

This came with it, too.

Great. Section three.

Section three?

Do we even have a section three?

Yeah. Remember it had
that musty old grandma smell.

Maybe we missed something.

Maybe we didn't.

Look, I told my parents
I'd come home and visit next week.

Am I the only one that hasn't made plans
once we're finished?

We finish when we finish.

You're gonna wear that thing
all day, aren't you?

Just come on over here.

Jeez. How do you get used
to being down here in the dark all day?

How come you're late?

Sorry.

Hi, Ms. Whelan.

Hello, Kurtis.

You should probably go.

See you tonight.

-I'll pick you up later, okay?
-Okay.

So, what's the damage?

You should go with Otto.

What's section three?

It's a lovely place.
Nice decor. Wonderful aroma.

Right this way.

Always lift with

the knees.

Lift about 10 of these a day
and you will be well on your way

to the physique you see before you.

Okay.

Find this.

Let's see.

A red square?

Could be anything.

Could be a fully solved Rubik's Cube
with the red side facing up.

Could be a single tile from a checkerboard.

Could be a metaphor for communism
or it could symbolize guilt.

I'll keep an open mind.

Otto!

The square is another room.

Look out!

Shayla!

I'm okay.

Wet and a little icky, but I'm good.

-What the hell happened?
-She found a false wall.

It's not like I used a sledgehammer.

It was already falling apart.

How am I gonna explain this to the school?

There's something back there.
I thought that's...

You're welcome.

Shayla.

That went well.

I need more light.

Hi.

What? It's for protection.

Well, I think we've found
what we're looking for.

You know what this means?

Yup. We're dining in tonight.

Burgers or Chinese?

There's a similarity in craftsmanship.

It's the emblem for
the lrish Templar Knights.

Interesting.

What do you think is in it?

Another box?

There's some condensation.

It's vibrating.

I've never heard anything like it.

Sounds like it's...

Sounds like it's breathing.

That's not funny.

Listen to it.

What the hell is that?

I'm not sure.

Could be bugs.

Let's put a moratorium on the bug talk.

Done with bugs, rodents, cardboard boxes

and any Chinese mystery meat

that attempts to impersonate
sweet and sour.

Rolling.

Santa Mira Archive Project

Number A2722.

Condition,

fair.

Needs further restoration.

We're attempting to open
a metallic lrish box.

Twelfth century.

Possibly a relic of the Templar Knights.

There's a strange vibration coming from it.

We were led to it by a package
containing a gauntlet,

also from the same time period.

Number A2723.

-Ready?
-Roger.

We are looking
at an unexplainable phenomenon.

It appears to be

a partially preserved, severed head.

Maybe of a deformed person

or a wild animal.

Perhaps the metal box
contained some sort of preservative

presently unknown to us.

Damn it!

Perfect timing.

Hello, Dean Harris.
Funny that you should call.

Yeah. No, no, no. I can handle that.

Okay.

This is freaky.

What do you think?

I don't know.

There doesn't seem
to be any decomposition.

What the hell happened?

Where's the head?

It just exploded.

Did you get it?

Damn.

There doesn't seem
to be any decomposition.

I swear it opened its mouth.

There's no return address.

There's no way the school sent this to us.

Well, there's gotta be
a plausible explanation.

Yeah, well, I think we ruled out the plausible
the minute we opened the box.

Maybe we should tell
someone at the school.

Tell them what happened.

Tell them what, exactly?

Yeah, they are gonna look
at the mess in this classroom

and listen to our crazy story and say,
"We hired a bunch of crack whores.

"Round up those crack whores.
Take them to prison."

Because I'd believe that
a meth lab exploded in here

before I'd believe a story about
an 800-year-old screaming head

we found in a box.

We gotta keep this under wraps
until we figure it out.

Shayla?

Who was it?

Nobody.

I've felt, for some time, disconnected

from those I once loved.

My isolation, my silence, my beliefs,

were routinely written off as madness.

But my madness is not my affliction.

Awareness is the curse
that I've been saddled with.

We didn't find a key for the casket.

The apocalypse is coming.

The Mayans were right.

The harbinger of death is coming
and will show no mercy.

Are you listening?

Are you listening?

Crap.

You cheat, ldaho Commando.
No blades, only guns.

I will destroy you next time.

Hey.

Hey.

You know, I'm a little too old
to have a babysitter waiting up for me.

No one's waiting up for you.
I couldn't sleep.

You should go to bed.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Fine.

Look.

I'm sorry about the wall today.

It's okay.

Why don't you go to bed?

I mean, you've gotta get sleep.

You haven't even started
packing your room yet.

What was behind it anyway?

Nothing.

Why don't you ever tell me anything?

-I don't wanna fight.
-Yes, you do.

All the time, actually.

I can see it in the way you look at me.

Why am I such a disappointment to you?

Shayla, please.
I don't wanna do this right now.

You treat me like a child.
You hate my boyfriend.

You refuse to even have
a simple conversation with him.

And, you know, sometimes,
I think you hate me, too,

because I'm the only thing
you have left of Dad!

Shayla, I don't wanna get into this tonight.

When are you going to stop blaming me?

It's not my fault you weren't around
when Dad died.

Bad night?

You, too?

It's not surprising, considering.

No.

It was more than that.

I kept hearing voices
outside of my place all night.

Giggling.

Scratching.

And it wasn't the storm.

Something was trying to get in.

It was taunting me.

I kept trying to convince myself

that it was my imagination
getting the best of me.

Do you want to see
what my imagination did to me last night?

Yikes.

Then I guess it's a good thing
I didn't go outside.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

Anything weird happened to you
when you got home last night?

Well, I was gutted to death
in my Commie Commando game

which is terribly strange,

because the only weapons available
are guns.

My ear is still ringing
and feeling scabby after last night.

There was a dead weasel
on my front doorstep.

Otherwise, feeling dandy.

Oh, my God.

Professor, what is going on?

I looked up
Broderick Duncan's name last night.

He used to teach here. Retired 10 years ago.

Then I found all these creepy videos.

I know he's gotta have
something to do with this.

"I am not a god. I am not a man.

"I am the bringer of darkness.

"The great wielder of the truth.

"Mankind has long suffered
at the hands of mortals,

"but I am the vessel
for which mankind will bow

"for its forgiveness
and pay for its ultimate sin,

"complacency."

On the one hand,

he's an esteemed professor
who retired with dignity,

and on the other hand,
he's an end-of-days prophet of doom.

Sounds like psycho whackjob
is a more appropriate description.

Wait. Did you see that?

Look familiar?

The Templar seal.

He's wearing my gauntlet.

-My?
-That's our connection.

He has to have been the one
who sent us the gauntlet

and that led us directly to the box.

What a dick.

We have to find Broderick Duncan.

Janie, where are the employee files kept?

Section three.

Not again!

I really hate the smell down here.

I knew something didn't sound right.

Assault charges. Erratic behavior.

They offered him a deal.

Retire gracefully and never come back.

Doesn't have a current address.

But he does have an assistant.
Dr. Frederick Page.

He was the one who got him fired.

This guy was heavy
into environmental causes.

Left shortly after Duncan.

Maybe he knows where he lives.

Let's go.

-I'm right behind you.
-All right.

Pete.

Pete! Pete!

Otto! Otto!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What's going on?

You didn't see it?

We didn't see anything.
We just heard you screaming.

Are you all right?

Clearly not.

The police say it was a heart attack.

What do you think it is?

I think something else is going on.

We looked everywhere.

Nothing else was down there with you.

What are you not telling us?

In the '60s, the government tested
hallucinogenic weapons.

LSD was a by-product.

Maybe something like that was released
when the box was opened.

You're thinking we're experiencing
some sort of mass psychosis?

Sioux wasn't even in the room
when that thing evaporated into the air.

How do you explain what happened to him?

Did you find anything out on Page?

I got an address.

He lives in that new,
downtown Eco-complex.

Okay. I think I'll pay him a visit.

Can I borrow the phone,
the one with the recording?

Yeah. Here.

Just keep searching, okay?

Okay.

You know, when she's finished
archiving this project,

we'll be moving.

She already has the next gig
lined up for next month.

How long have you known about this?

Since we got into town.

And you're just telling me now?

I know. I'm sorry. You know...

I just didn't know I'd like you this much.

Okay. Right.

I was thinking about staying.

Just thinking?

She'd never let me.

I know her.

She'd create some drama to make me go.

Look, if you do leave,

maybe I'll go where you go.

Why should you have to follow me around?

You know,

my dad used to walk me
down to skid row once a month.

You know, he wanted to show me
what life would be like if I didn't study hard.

And?

And...

And I still got the lip ring anyway, chica.

Look, everybody's got
their own reasons for doing things.

And sometimes they don't make any sense,

Iike your mom, most of the time.

But if this is how you feel,

then I'll support
whatever decision you make.

Good, because
I've already made up my mind.

Hopefully she'll listen to me this time.

What is the only thing you can break
when you say its name?

I don't feel like I owe anyone an apology.

I am not crazy.

I am not a lunatic.

I just see the world for what it is.

Among our ruins is justice.

Judgment will be handed down.

Bean Si.

Bean Si?

Is that Spanish for
"Yes, I'd like some beans"?

Bean Si.

It's Gaelic for banshee.

Irish folklore.

A creature whose scream
warns of imminent death.

Banshees were associated
with five royal lrish families

up until about the 12th century.

A banshee can take on many forms.

The most common is that of an old hag.

But there are also stories of people
encountering a banshee as a waif

or a seductress.

And of course,

if you heard the banshee's scream,

it will haunt you until you accepted death.

Otto.

What? What's wrong?

So much for the implausible.

That's pretty much what I saw,
but it had a body this time.

I didn't see anything.

Well,

maybe it didn't want you to.

I mean, it was toying with me,
it was messing with my mind,

it was trying to get me to...

I don't know, it was tricking me into...

Haunting you?

Silence.

That's it.

That's what you break when you say it.

That's what Duncan asked in his clip.

When I didn't scream,

that's what saved me.

It couldn't hurt me.

You're starting to freak me out.

Starting?

Can I help you?

Yes. My name is Professor Moira Whelan.

You're with the school.
What can I do for you?

I only need a moment of your time.
It's about Broderick Duncan.

A box...

They're still looking for that thing?

No. We found it.

Well, if that's the case,
I'm sure you realized it couldn't be opened.

It would be a good idea if you wouldn't...

Well, you see, that's the problem.
We did open it.

No...

Come in.

Hey, guys.

Where's my mom?

She went out, but she'll be back.

We'll wait.
Is there anything I can do until then?

You want to help?

Yeah.

As always, a little too late to do that.

No, thank you.

Does this look familiar to you?

I don't recall Duncan or I ever
finding anything quite like that.

Well, it was sent to us

and it turned out to be the thing
that opened the box.

Strange things have been happening
ever since that box was opened.

Some very wild and vivid hallucinations.

Almost like there was some kind
of chemical agent inside.

Perhaps placed there by Duncan.

My dear Professor.

Broderick Duncan is a very intelligent man

whose imagination
was his own worst enemy.

The Templar Box was just one
in a long line of his many crusades.

I'm not interested in any crusade,
but this one.

Where can I find Duncan?

I've left that part of my life behind me.

I didn't like who I became
when I was around him.

But I need you to tell me
everything you know.

Please.

What's wrong?

I'm just worried about you.

Us.

And that thing.

It.

And?

And Sioux is dead
and we both know it wasn't a heart attack.

I just...

I'm freaked out. I'm pretty...

Pretty scared.

Maybe...

Maybe we should stick together tonight.

Just in case.

-Otto.
-Yeah.

Do you realize how pathetic you sound?

Yeah. Very.

And somehow it's the very reason

I find myself attracted to you.

And, so you don't want me to come in...

No, no, I'm okay.

Hey, but, maybe next time,
I'll walk you home.

All right.

Twenty years ago,
we went on an excavation,

in these wedge caves.

One in particular was called Labbacalle

or Hag's Bed.

During our dig, we found a cryptic map
that was left to us by early settlers.

Using the map, we went
into some underground caverns.

That's where we discovered an armory
buried deep within the walls.

Artifacts brought to America
from Limerick City in lreland.

Then Duncan found that box.

So he brought it back to the school?

He was obsessed with opening it.

That was one of the things
that led to his dismissal.

Why didn't he take it with him?
Why bury it in the wall?

I don't know.

What did he think he'd find inside the box?

He believed it was a weapon.

And I'd like to know what he meant by that.

Come on, please, pick up. Pick up.

Hey, this is Otto. Sorry I missed you.
Leave a message. Thanks.

A head?

That's what was in this box the entire time?

We need to find Duncan
and then I won't bother you again.

Or you can tell me why your handwriting

matches the handwriting on this map.

When you asked me
why Duncan didn't take the box with him,

it was me,
I was the one that buried it in the walls.

To hide it from him!

Why did you lead us to it?

Oh, no, no, no, dear.

I wasn't the one that sent you
the gauntlet or the map.

That was him. I'm sure of that.

How did he know where it was?

He always gets what he wants from me.

I tell you, he lost touch
with reality long ago.

He's a very dangerous man.

I'll take my chances.

The Templar Box
is Broderick Duncan's folly.

When you go chasing windmills,

all you end up doing
is hurting the ones you love.

Good day.

No, no, this is your mom's classroom...

...an unexplainable phenomenon.

It appears to be...

Come on, Janie, pick up.

Janie.

Kurtis.

What is your mom involved in?

I want to go home.

Janie. Janie.

Janie!

Janie!

Janie!

Janie!

Something got to her.

It tried to get to me earlier.

It's the same thing that tried to get to you.

Wasn't it?

Yes.

I think...

I think it might be a banshee.

-Otto...
-You have any other theories?

What did Page say?

Not much.

Janie called.

Before...

What did she say?

-I don't know.
-Where is it?

Come on.

Come on, pick up. Pick up.

It didn't kill her until she screamed.

Why didn't you pick up?

You could've helped her!

-I didn't hear it.
-This is your fault.

-Look, Otto...
-She's dead. Janie is dead.

I don't want to hear you trying
to rationalize this anymore.

How are we going to stop this thing?

What are you doing here?

When you came by to see me earlier,

part of me was excited that
the mystery of opening up the box

was finally going to be over.

Then I realized something.

I was going to have to see him again.

Where is the box?

If this was used to trap that thing before,

then we could use it again somehow,
correct?

Only Duncan knows how all this works.

Against my better judgment,
we're going to have to pay him a visit.

He started it.

He's going to help us stop it.

Shayla was here?

Can you hear that?

Yeah?

It's all yucky in there.

Are you okay?

Maybe you should blow in it again.

You know, just to make sure.

Wanna check my ears now?

Kurtis?

Shayla.

Shayla. Shayla!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, my God.

It was horrible.

It was so real.

It was so real.

Because it was real.

Shayla.

Shayla.

Mom!

Mom...

Mom, what the hell is going on?

What are you looking for?

Leverage.

The Bean Si was persecuted like myself.

It didn't have a choice.

Its voice was silenced.

Its cause, perverted.

Common to royalty,

hunted and pursued

in an animalistic pursuit of power.

Its crime?

To ask royalty to bow,

to submit to its cry.

That's what I've been trying to say.

The banshee screams
because it wants you to scream.

That's why you can't give in to it,
give it what it wants.

If you do that, it owns you.

My tail is long,

my coat is brown.

I like the country,

I like the town.

I can live in a barn

or live in a shed.

And I come out to play when you are in bed.

My tail is long,

my coat is brown.

I like the country,

I like the town.

Or live in a shed.

And I come out to play...

Mom, look out!

Kurtis.

We gotta get out.

We gotta get out of the car.
Shayla, get out of the car!

Get her out. Get her out!

Get her away!

Kurtis.

-Kurtis!
-You gotta stay back.

-You can't do anything for him.
-No...

Otto, get the cross!

Okay. Hold her.

I'm here. I'm here, Kurtis. I'm here.

Keep Shayla safe.

She's safe.

-It's okay. I'm here.
-Go.

Kurtis, I'm here, okay?

It's okay.

Kurtis. Kurtis!

-Professor, we got to go.
-We gotta get out. Go.

Go. Get the gun. Get the gun.

Come on.

-It's okay. It's okay.
-Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay.

Where are we going? We are so dead.

Mom, please. We need to help him.

This is crazy!

Shut up!

Doesn't anyone care?

People are dying!

I realize we're dealing with crazy.

But the only hope we have
of stopping this nightmare

is with that professor up there.

And if there's one chance
of saving my baby, I'm taking it.

I say we keep walking.

Fine.

Whatever.

-Are you sure he's here?
-Yeah, he's here.

Broderick, dear.

It's Frederick.

You know what this is about. Open up.

We know you're in there.

My name is Professor Moira Whelan

and I've got something of yours.

I'm sure you'd like to know what was in it.

You're gonna need this.

What is this place anyway?

His home.

But he likes to call it Labbacalle.

Open up, Broderick.

Get down.

Give me the cross.

Give it to him!

No! He'll kill us.

Who's shooting?

Run!

Give me the cross!

Get in!

Oh, my God. This guy is a lunatic!

He's going to kill us.

You really think that's going to stop
Old Man Crazy out there?

Now you've heard the screams, you bastard.

Home run, princess.

Come on out.

I mean all of you.

I will splatter princess' brains
all over the place.

But I will negotiate.

You must believe I was right,
otherwise you wouldn't be here, would you?

I was right. Tell me I was right.

We're running out of time.
I know you can stop this thing.

Say it, "You were right, Duncan,"
and I'll consider it.

Say it!

You were right.

That's it?

And I'm sorry.

Good.

I can stop it.

But I will do it my way.

Okay.

Long ago,

a Templar Knight,

a prince with royal lrish blood,

devised a way to trap a banshee's scream

as a way to share it with his enemies.

Enemies?

He martyred himself to the curse.

My main intent to lead you to my box,

not as revenge,

I was sending a message.

Your message has already
killed three people.

Really?

I hoped for more.

But there's still time.

What an exquisite design.

But will it stop the banshee?

Let's see.

Run!

Stop!

So tell us how we trap
something that isn't real?

Very carefully.

Over there.
We found that when we found the box.

Very good, Freddie boy.

Very good.

That's what makes it flesh.

Then let's go.

Kurtis.

Kurtis.

Wait.

Sounds like it's coming from below.

The cave.

I told you.

I'll follow you anywhere you go.

No! Get away.

This isn't happening. This isn't real.

I know you want me to feel weak.

You want me to feel old
and wretched like you.

You want to drive me insane.

But I won't let you take me.

And I won't let you get anyone else either.

Shayla, don't move!

Finally we meet face to face.

Farewell, my lovely.

That's enough out of you. Bitch.

You did it.

Yes, we did. We did.

Where's the box?

What is it that you can keep
after giving it to someone else?

The answer is your word

and your word means shit.