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♪ ♪

(heart beating)

♪ ♪

I have waited millennia

for this moment.

What have they done to my world?

Entire species, gone forever.

Their absence

only echoes.

This foulness.

Heat.

Even the water is tainted.

The mortals

who infest this world

care nothing for its beauty.

Our presence has been

sorely missed, my love.

(heart beating, gasping)

My eye... has bonded to a human?

She is the sister

to one of the Witnesses.

Think of her as a vessel from

which you drink in its power.

Witnesses, they still

exist to plague us.

And they

prove useful.

As they did in the past.

Let us test that usefulness now.

REYNOLDS:

He's giving us nothing.

From where I'm sitting,

you compromised

a six-month-in-the-making

deep-cover op.

Which could have

been avoided

if you would have told me

a single thing about her.

First of all,

I have a name.

Second, it's rude to point.

And it's rude to interrupt,

especially when people

should be apologizing.

As Special Agent in Charge,

it's my prerogative

who knows about

deep-cover operations.

Oh, well, obviously,

I didn't rate.

Whatever went down, we

can still salvage this,

all right, if you share

what you know.

Starting with

why Nevins was looking

for your sister

in the first place.

Ask him yourself.

He-He's not talking.

I told Jenny to stay

away from Nevins.

She said that she would.

If she went against that,

she probably had

a really good reason.

Where's Jenny right now?

I do not have time for this.

We're trying to help you.

I do not know

where she is.

After I find my sister,

I promise,

I will come back here and we can

do the rest of this dance.

♪ ♪

CRANE:

Careful.

JOE:

There's no sign of her.

She's on foot.

Her phone's still here.

And her gun.

That's not like her.

No, it is not.

The Shard within her

brought visions.

Perhaps it's taken on

a more permanent state.

That's why we need

to find her fast.

We must tread cautiously.

Miss Jenny's trail leads

towards a most formidable

intersection of ley lines.

If that is her destination,

we must assume Pandora

is there, too.

JOE: Well, let's

hope she is.

I got a few choice

words for her.

ABBIE:

So do I.

Which way?

East.

ABBIE:

I'll take point.

PANDORA:

He that I love

has returned

to my side.

He that I love from the

Catacombs dark tide.

He that I love has

returned from the grave.

(heart beating)

He that I love shall be remade.

So hungry.

You yearn to feast,

but go slowly, my love.

My strength returns.

We shall bend this world

to our will again.

But too quickly and her

frail body will give out.

The power of the Eye will

explode from her and be lost.

For you...

I would break Eternity.

(gasping)

I should've never taken my eyes

off of her, not for one second.

Lieutenant.

This thing we do,

I can kill Yaoguai

until the berserkers

come home,

but I can't protect

my own flesh and blood?

I share in your

frustration, Lieutenant.

The sisters Mills are as close

to family as I have left.

But she is not lost.

And if we're to help

her, we must have faith.

If we wage a war

fearing loss,

we surrender to defeat

before a battle has begun.

Where am I?

Who the hell are you?

(shudders)

The Eye lies

within you, mortal.

It speaks of all that was.

(Jenny screaming)

Jenny?!

ABBIE:

Where is she?

She was just here

with Pandora.

JOE: And that thing,

what the hell was that thing?

It was disfigured,

almost mummified.

Where the hell

did they go?

This is Sumerian.

We've seen its like before.

The tablet, the one that

called us the destroyers.

CRANE:

These symbols...

...would suggest a threat

far worse

than we could have imagined.

What is it, Crane?

What kind of monster

are we dealing with this time?

No, no.

No monster.

I believe we are facing

a living, breathing...

god.

♪ ♪

CRANE: May the Hidden

One ever remain unseen.

His domain is the

place of death.

He is uncreation,

unbeing.

Pray his eye does

not fall upon you,

for his gaze is

power infinite.

He's really a god.

Like Zeus or Poseidon.

She is the Pandora

of legend.

Does it not follow

that she might attempt

to raise an

ancient deity?

Okay, I don't care

who he is

or what he is,

we need to head out

to that lair and

take him down.

Rushing into battle

against a power this mighty

would severely diminish Miss

Jenny's chances of survival.

ABBIE: No rushing,

just hurry up,

figure out who he is,

so we can kill him faster.

Right, his name is "Etu 'Ilu,"

roughly translated

as "the Hidden One."

This staff, the gem on

top is meant to represent

his absolute power.

The same power that's

trapped inside of Jenny.

The Shard, yes, referred to

here as the All-Seeing Eye.

All-seeing...

(snaps fingers)

Of course.

She did it on purpose.

CRANE: Miss Jenny drew these

whilst experiencing visions

brought on by the Eye.

It's like her brain

was overloading.

She couldn't get

it out fast enough.

Hey, that staff, it's the same

shape as the one in the book.

Crane, can you read this?

Huh.

"Bring me my All-Seeing Eye,

"that I be made whole.

"With divine providence,

I will reorder the world

as I see fit."

Then some kind of clue,

l-look at this.

This is printed on the back of

every piece of paper currency.

CRANE: The Great Seal

of the United States.

Known then

as the Eye of Providence.

Novus ordo seclorum.

"New order of the ages."

A warning against the threat

of imperialism.

Or an ancient evil.

How did that end up on

the back of a sawbuck?

Ugh, a certain someone

insisted on it.

The most confounding

of Founding Fathers.

His favorite, Ben Franklin.

CRANE: He was forever

boasting about his part

in designing a new currency.

In fact...

he wrote a treatise

on the Eye of Providence.

'Tis in The First Book

of the Masonic Law.

Which I'm gonna just

assume we have upstairs?

(scoffs)

No.

'Tis the most important text

in the Masonic order.

Its pages are privy only

to Grand Master Masons.

One copy exists.

'Tis kept in the chapter room

of the oldest lodge house

in the Masonic Order.

The book has the answers,

we go and get it.

You were once a Mason, Crane.

Where's this lodge house?

The state capital, Albany,

at the university, where it

may be protected and studied

by the brightest, most learned

minds in academia.

♪ You know you make me want to ♪

♪ Shout ♪

♪ Kick my heels back and ♪

♪ Shout... ♪

♪ Throw my head back and ♪

♪ Shout ♪

♪ Throw my hands up and ♪

♪ Shout... ♪

♪ Come on now ♪

♪ Shout ♪

♪ Don't forget to say you will ♪

♪ Shout... ♪

♪ Don't forget to say

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

♪ Shout... Shout... ♪

CRANE: Why is emulating

a Roman senate gone amok

considered celebratory?

Oh, it's a...

it's a college tradition.

Like winter carnival,

spring break...

naked summer solstice sprint

around the quad.

Beer can make a guy

do strange things.

From time immemorial.

(retching)

(laughter)

Let's just find the book

and get out of here

before the fumes

kill us.

Yes.

In the study.

A secret compartment

behind the stone hearth.

This way.

Whoa, brothers only, dude.

Well met, brother.

What the hell are you doing?

The Tubalcain.

It's the handshake.

You are a Master Mason?

What the hell did you

just call me, you freak?

(guests exclaiming)

Hey!

Hey, everybody, calm down,

all right?

Yo, I'm calm.

♪ Put your hands up and ♪

♪ Shout! ♪

♪ Come on, now ♪

♪ Shout ♪

♪ Don't forget to say

you will... ♪

Fight!

♪ Don't forget to say

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Say you will ♪

♪ Come on now, baby ♪

♪ Say you will ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Say you will... ♪

(singer vocalizing,

improvising)

♪ Say you will... ♪

MAN: Fight!

(music, shouting, laughter

continue in distance)

(Crane mutters quietly)

ABBIE:

Whoo!

(Crane exhales)

Now, Franklin's treatise

was not, in fact,

the definitive history

of the Eye of Providence.

That was written by...

fellow Mason Paul Revere.

Okay, I'm still not used

to the way you name-drop.

What does it say?

The article was penned in 1776,

shortly after Washington crossed

the Delaware River.

Faced with his enemy

General Howe's

continued use

of arcane power,

Washington sought out

a supernatural weapon

of his own...

the self-same Eye of Providence.

General Washington

called for Paul Revere

in his capacity

as arcane weaponsmith.

Revere brought with him

his nephew and apprentice,

Jonathan Revere.

He asked Revere to examine

a weapon he had procured,

a power that could potentially

turn the tide of the war.

An ancient gemstone

said to possess the power

of the gods.

The power of the Eye

was absorbed

by young Jonathan,

just as it was

by our Miss Jenny.

What happened to him?

CRANE:

Revere begged his protégé

to return with him

to Washington's camp,

hopeful they could find a cure

for his condition.

Johnny knew

he did not have long.

He made a heroic sacrifice

that Revere was powerless

to avert.

We need to stop him

before this Hidden One

drains the Eye's energy

out of Jenny.

Or it goes critical

and takes out the town.

Well, that is not

a viable option.

So all we have is a working

knowledge of Sumerian

and a very depressing

Masonic book?

CRANE:

Nevins.

What about Nevins?

He was in the employ of Pandora.

He's not talking. If we

want to find her secrets,

we'll have to do

it on our own.

I know my sister.

She'll hold on until we do.

♪ ♪

(gasping)

(heart beating)

Welcome.

No offense, lady,

but your man is damn ugly.

HIDDEN ONE:

It is your world

that has become

deformed.

A cancer, unchecked,

despoiling a paradise

built to reward the pious.

Ravaged by heathens.

A cleansing must begin,

this world reborn.

The plague of humanity

must be burned away

by righteous fire.

A fire that you

shall return to me.

(screaming)

Revere holds the key!

His account of the Eye

features a series

of seemingly arbitrary

numbers in the marginalia.

A Dumas code.

Revere left a final

encrypted entry

the day following the death

of young Jonathan.

The energy of the Eye

dispersed,

leaving destruction

in its wake.

Yet the artifact itself,

now freed from its hold

on poor Jonathan,

remained intact.

Revere then used the staff

from whence the Eye had come

to draw it out.

Now, Washington decreed the Eye

too dangerous.

'Twas to be hidden,

to prevent it

from falling into

the wrong hands...

Hold on, hold on.

That staff,

it was like an Eye magnet?

If we could find it,

we could use it.

The staff. Of course.

I really hope

you're about to say,

"I think I've seen

this staff before."

Briefly.

The final hours of 1776,

I visited Revere

in his Boston silversmithy.

(clanging)

Major Revere?

Major Revere!

What is it

you want, Crane?

General Mercer inquires

after his Fishkill cutlass,

damaged in the fighting

at Princeton.

Tell Mercer his sword

will be ready tomorrow,

once I deal with

more pressing matters.

An order for General Washington.

Very good.

Thank you, Major.

I heard Master Jonathan

was lost to the pox.

Yes.

That brutal plague.

My sympathies, Paul.

He was kind.

A hard-working lad.

Don't let anyone in too close.

When you lose them,

it'll break you.

CRANE: Revere was smelting

down the staff

on Washington's orders,

reshaping its inscrutable metal

into an iron mold.

Revere's mold was

two halves of a sphere, right?

Do you think

you could sketch

what he was forging?

Can I sketch...

I was painting oils

while Gilbert Stuart was still

shredding snuff in Narragansett.

So that's a yes?

Yes.

Jenny and I had that.

That's the same casing

that held the Eye.

So Revere melted down the staff

to make the casing to contain

the Eye's catastrophic energies.

ABBIE:

More than contain.

Pandora always seems

to know about

all sorts of things

that she shouldn't,

but she couldn't find the Eye.

What if the casing can

contain the power and hide it?

That would explain

why she needed

Nevins to procure

it for her.

So if we can find

the casing,

we can draw the Eye

out of Jenny.

Save her life without having

to destroy half the county.

Nevins still had that casing

when the feds took him in.

It should still be in lockup

with the rest of the evidence.

Back as soon as I can.

(Jenny screaming)

Can you taste the magic

of the old world?

Feel the ichor of life

running through your veins?

(heart beating)

Oh...

The sensation of rebirth

is intoxicating.

Oh, my love...

(moans passionately)

(door opens)

It's good to see you again.

I wish our visit could

last longer, but

in about five minutes,

some friends of mine are gonna

come throw you in a van

and drive you to D.C.,

where a damn alphabet soup

of FBI, DEA, ATF and DOJ

will be waiting to Q&A.

So...

if you have any last words,

fond farewells...

No?

Hmm? Nada?

Hey, man, I get it,

you're pissed at me, hmm?

But I'm gonna be honest.

Even though you're some...

criminal mastermind

and, well, kind of a bastard,

I like you.

All that time

we spent together,

you were a good boss, man.

And I can't help feeling like

I want to do you a solid.

All we need are some names.

You can help yourself

by cooperating here.

Are you trying to play me?

You think I'm scared

of the feds?

Or prison?

(scoffs)

There's no way

I'm making it that far.

If somebody wants you dead,

we can protect you.

Like hell!

(laughs)

Like hell.

Time's up, Foster.

Judge signed

the custodial transfer.

Transpo's waiting.

Abbie Mills.

I've got

information for her.

You tell her if she helps me,

I'll help you.

You trying to play me?

(laughs)

He's yours.

Guy's done enough damage

already.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

SOPHIE:

Mills.

He wants to talk to you.

Nevins?

That's what happens

when you lie to someone

for six months.

They tend not to trust you.

You know, I never lied to you.

Okay, Reynolds did.

If Nevins knows something

about my sister,

put me in a room with him.

How about a van?

(quiet, indistinct

conversation)

PANDORA:

Hello, Atticus.

And good-bye.

I did my best.

I found the Eye,

like you ordered me to.

And you allowed it

to fall into the hands

of a mortal.

But that isn't

the real problem, is it?

You see, my husband

is back in town.

And I need to do

some housecleaning.

I mean,

think of how it would look

if he found out

that an insignificant worm

(gagging)

like you

used my box.

(laughs)

(gasping)

It was a gift

from my husband.

(gagging):

Oh, please,

I'll do anything.

I'll pay anything.

(gasping, gagging)

What the hell?

(quietly):

Damn...

Aw, damn it!

They're dead.

(quietly):

Oh, damn.

Check the van.

We got men down,

suspect on the loose,

transpo bay one.

MAN (over radio): Copy that.

Security teams, lock down

the facility.

No one gets in or out.

All agents

report to your posts.

We are on high alert.

Stay put. I'll be back.

High alert status.

Repeat: report to your posts.

All agents.

Hey.

That's far enough.

Uh, is this about Nevins?

That wicked man

gave me what he owed me.

My sister-- where is she?

You know, you don't have

to fight us, Abbie.

There is a place for you

two Witnesses in the new world.

You have a right by lineage.

I swear,

if you do anything

to harm her...

That is beautiful.

That's loyalty to family.

But I'm sensing

something else underneath.

There's an old wound.

It's festering.

You've failed her before,

haven't you?

(growling)

Tell them what you saw, Abbie!

Tell them!

And it's so tragic.

Mills!

What the hell

are you doing?

Thought I saw something.

Reynolds wants you

in his office.

Hmm.

CRANE: For a structure

that was once an armory,

and despite my best efforts,

we are still in limited

supply of armaments.

I'm not sure what good any

weapon's gonna do against a god.

CRANE:

The Grimoire

of Lycanthropic Curses.

Master Corbin,

you were afflicted

with one of the most insidious

of the lycan curses,

the blood thirst

of the Wendigo.

(crackling)

(growls)

Not a subject to revisit.

I'd do anything to save Jenny.

You went to weapon up.

I thought that...

(sighs) if there was some way

that I could access

that power again,

that ferocity, but control it...

There are lines

we do not cross.

Forces we do not unleash.

Or else we risk

the very humanity

for which we fight.

Yeah, I get the logic.

Just doesn't make me

feel any better.

I know.

Often, when love

grips the heart,

logic can abandon the mind.

We will save Miss Jenny,

and when we do,

she will need you

in the form of a man,

not a beast.

(scoffs)

The more bodies that we throw

at this Nevins thing,

the more chance

we have of catching him

before he slips the nets.

I should be out there look...

You should park it

in that chair.

My case aside,

our relationship aside,

Nevins is a dangerous man.

Withholding information...

If you're implying

I know where he is, I don't.

Your sister was involved.

Jenny has an interest

in antiquities.

She was tracking

something down.

Did money change hands?

Did she get

what she was looking for?

Well, that has no bearings

in your case.

I'll decide that.

(sighs)

While I was down in D.C.,

you pulled surveillance off

of Nevins' base of operations.

Agent Foster caught your friend

Crane snooping around,

and then, just an hour ago,

the one person Nevins asked for,

the one person he thinks

can cover his ass...

Mills, you do not

walk out on me.

I'm your superior officer.

Are you gonna tell me

that this isn't personal?

We both made

promises, Danny.

And guess what?

We both broke them.

You haven't been straight

with me

from the second

I pulled into this town.

At least I tried

to be honest with you.

I want to tell

you everything,

but I can't.

All I ask

is that you try to understand.

Yeah, I can't do that.

And if you can't give me

the answers

I need...

Mills...

WALTERS:

You were told not to call

this number, Agent Reynolds.

Unless I had a problem,

and this rates.

The asset we were cultivating,

we just lost her.

(over speaker): This is Abbie

Mills. You know what to do,

and if this is you, Crane,

I mean it, wait for the beep.

(beep)

REYNOLDS:

It's me. Look...

I know you think we each

have a different dog

in this fight,

but we're on the same side.

I haven't filed

your resignation yet.

Come in, figure this thing out,

I don't have to.

State and local are on this now.

Setting up road blocks

in a 20-mile radius.

Also, we have people

at the train and bus stations,

Westchester County Airport.

The river?

Yeah, Ossining has double

patrols on the Hudson.

It's getting dark now.

He's likely injured,

but he could still cover

some ground overnight.

Something else?

I know you and Agent Mills

were close,

but if I had known

that you...

Was there anything else,

Agent Foster?

Yeah, there sure as hell is.

Before she turned in

her security pass,

Mills requested all

this from Tactical.

Assault breaching equipment,

night vision goggles,

high explosive ordnance?

That's heavy gear for someone

who just turned in their badge.

Is she even trained

to use all that stuff?

I knew her at Quantico.

If the situation calls,

she's trained to wage war.

You don't owe me this,

Foster,

but I need you to find her.

(gun clicking)

This is a rescue mission,

pure and simple.

We go in hard and fast,

grab Jenny, get

the Eye out of her,

and get the hell

out of there.

You are not pulling

any punches.

I haven't seen hardware

like this since my last tour.

If Pandora and her boyfriend

get in our face,

we put them down.

Roger that.

Heartily seconded.

Let's put this stuff

in the car and go.

I found this in lockup.

Belonged to Nevins.

Looked old, magical,

you know, Crane-ish.

Thought it might come in handy.

The Ynglinga Saga?

Oh, my.

Wait, look.

These are summoning spells.

Some in Latin, some in Norse.

Wait, Norse like

those berserkers

that came after Jenny?

Nevins must have used this

to summon them.

Now I'm curious.

What other creatures

could this raise?

I like where you're headed

with this.

Wait, so that book can pull

monsters out of Pandora's box?

If it can,

it may be very handy indeed.

Let's go get my sister.

The time has come

to return what is mine.

(weakly): I hope...

you choke on it.

PANDORA:

Wait.

Just a moment, dearest.

I want to watch.

Of course.

From this moment on,

as we planned all those

thousands of years ago,

we shall be together

in all things.

I'm in position.

ABBIE (over radio):

Copy that, Joe.

How do you like

our odds, Crane?

Be honest.

Three mortals

facing a woman of legend

and an ancient deity.

Obviously, we don't

stand a chance.

I did say "Be honest."

I'd like to think you

and I have developed,

over the years,

Lieutenant.

We have fought off

horsemen, demons,

witches.

Norse berserkers,

whispering wraiths.

Zombie redcoats.

Evil scarecrows,

golem.

And we sent them packing.

Mm.

Handily.

Yeah, we did.

This is our first god, though.

This plan of ours

is crazy, yeah?

Is that a question?

I mean it, Crane.

What if my judgment is impaired

because it's Jenny out there?

"To wage war fearing loss

is to give in to defeat."

And yet the only thing

running through my mind is

I am going to lose my sister.

With all respect

to my fellow compatriot,

Major Revere,

your spirit and mine

is made of far heartier stock.

Mm.

Hence our most impressive roster

of victories.

'Tis because we care.

Come what may.

Come what may.

We're moving in, Joe. Stand by.

Standing by.

You ready to fight

some bad guys, Crane?

Indeed.

My man.

ABBIE:

All clear.

Pop the door.

(latch thuds, door creaks)

ABBIE:

We're in.

Let's move.

(Jenny groaning, moaning)

(Jenny cries out, sobs)

She's alive.

Joe, I got eyes on Jenny.

(over radio):

She's still with us.

JOE (over radio):

We need to move quickly,

before that thing

inside her blows.

Ready to shock and awe.

Good to go.

Cover me.

Intruders, my love.

No, no, no.

Let me.

Enjoy your feast.

(gasps)

Nothing more irritating

than unannounced guests.

Yeah, I thought

about your offer,

and I came to tell you

you can go to hell.

Time and again,

you resist the

fact that fate

cannot be changed.

Yours is sealed.

As is your sister's.

We're stubborn that way.

Fire in the hole.

(Pandora gasps)

Abbie, you have

to get out of here.

It's too late.

Hold on.

I'm gonna get

that thing out of you.

No.

(heart beating)

You have to go.

There's no time.

I'm not leaving you.

Never again.

Vocat agmina nostra

tellure antiquis

temporibus processit...

continentiam vacuum

irrumperent--

emergere.

How dare you.

Entia vacuum.

Emergere.

Emergere.

Humans often

refuse to accept

when they have

been defeated.

Let me help you with that.

Abbie!

No.

Oh, no.

You have no idea

what you are doing.

Oh, I rather think I do.

Let us see what creatures

from within heed my call.

(both speaking Latin)

Emergere!

Entia vacuum...

Emergere! Continentiam

(speaking Latin)

vacuum...

irrumperent!

(Jenny sobbing)

Hold on, Jenny.

Come on. Come on.

(gasps)

(sighs)

(gasping)

(rumbling)

JENNY:

Abbie, what have you done?

Abbie...

I have to do this.

It's the only way

that I can save you.

Abbie! Don't!

Lieutenant!

Don't.

Take care of each other.

(rumbling)

(groans)

(panting)

Joe.

(groans)

Oh, thank God.

Oh, no.

(gasping)

Abbie?

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