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(rock music plays)

(guitar soloing)

(solo continuing)

(stops playing)

We talked about this, Kyle.

If you want to shred,

you're in the wrong band.

Post-punk indie rock

is what we all agreed on.

Screw it!

I have kettle bell class

in the a.m.

Can we just have one practice

where you don't

quit the band, Kyle?

Yeah, man.

Let's do this.

One, two, three, four...

(music starts, then fades)

(shrieking)

You know...

we got latex gloves

in the top drawer.

Oh, y-yes...

I've been testing different

protective materials

against this artifact.

So far, leather, rubber,

and... whatever these

tufted mittens are made of,

seem to protect against

its remote viewing powers.

So, direct skin contact

is the key?

Seemingly.

Mm!

I did ask for a bear claw

and an almond beignet.

I was quite specific.

Mm, you don't know

what's in the bag.

You know what's in the bag.

I...

You promised me that

you would not use that thing

to spy on me, Crane.

Lieutenant,

I-I have yet to master

how this artifact works.

Now, in attempting

to do so,

I may have inadvertently

watched you

purchase me a Summertime

Squash Bran Muffin.

Is that all that you saw?

Yes!

Lieutenant, you have

my most solemn vow.

This is a crime

against pastries,

nothing more.

Do not get weird on me, Crane.

Uh...

Even a tiny lie

of the donut variety...

(phone rings)

...can erode the trust

between two people.

What's up, Agent Foster?

Mills...

I'm at a crime scene

in Tarrytown.

There's something

you need to see...

at the office.

Be there in 20.

Crime scene.

Foster thinks there's

something hinky about it,

so I'm gonna go meet her.

Multi-grain croissant.

Truce?

More like a tactical

interdiction.

Hmm-mm-mm...

Oh, actually, that's very...

(door shuts)

SOPHIE:

Wife comes back from yoga,

finds them.

The drummer's Bureau,

worked cyber out of our office.

Yeah, I scanned the report.

Ruptured a ear drum,

leading to cerebral hemorrhage.

They couldn't have

turned it up that loud.

Exactly.

I pulled this

before ERT could.

You are getting good at this.

Yeah, I'm really digging

obstructing evidence.

All right, there's a lot of

interference at the end but...

something...

was here.

(shrieking, then static)

We have ourselves an entity.

Kind of an all-encompassing

word for:

"We do not know what the hell

we're dealing with yet."

See this bow in the wall?

There are reports,

in the 1920s,

about séances where

wood, metal, even glass

would buckle.

Hyde Sisters.

Right?

Yes, very good,

Agent Foster.

I'm gonna circle

back with Crane,

see if he has any insights.

I'll loop in

Joe and Jenny,

and we'll clean

up the image,

figure out what

we're dealing with.

Thanks.

(door opening)

If you come not bearing

cruller, Lieutenant,

do not bother coming...

HIDDEN ONE:

Your time has come, mortal.

You and the ones

you lead have dared to lay

a hand upon my consort.

(gasps)

(growls)

(screams)

You have all

forgotten your place...

...and for that,

you will pay

the ultimate price.

Where is the other Witness?

If you tell me...

...I will make

your deaths painless.

(grunting)

(glass shattering)

(gasping)

(sizzling)

CRANE: Aah!

Very well.

I will kill you first...

...and then

I'll find her myself.

You should know...

...I've died before.

I do not fear dying again.

Know that her death

will be slow...

and excruciating.

(whispering):

No.

(growls)

Thura.

(grunts, gasps)

Crane?

Crane?!

Crane, can you hear me?

Crane...

I don't know what's going on,

but I just got electrified

by the front door.

Are you still in there?

Call me, call me,

please, call me.

What have you done with Crane?

I have not done anything.

No?

Then why is my front door

now an electrified fence?

That fence...

is an impenetrable barrier

designed to contain

the power of a god.

So your crazy boyfriend

did this.

Please lower that

ineffectual weapon, Witness.

I am not in the mood.

I will not ask again.

The Emblem of Thura...

has been activated.

For the first time in...

...4,000 years.

The Emblem of Thura.

It was created

to imprison gods.

It feeds on the power

of the being it has imprisoned.

The more he fights--

and he will fight--

the closer he brings

us all to death.

He has let his anger

rule him again.

And he's in there with Crane.

And he will not let

himself be imprisoned.

Not ever again.

As he throws his might

against the barrier,

the power will build,

culminating in a maelstrom

of fire and destruction.

There must be

some way to calm him down.

That would be me.

♪ ♪

So, service grate, windows,

air ducts are all sealed off

by this force field.

Barrier of mystic energy.

Nothing can

penetrate it.

Crane will die.

We'll all die much sooner

than that.

You keep saying that.

The Emblem of Thura is less

stable here in the mortal world

than in the Catacombs.

You're not gonna leave him

in there, are you?

That's why you're here.

You broke him

out before.

When I last released him,

my Box was intact

and my powers were

at their peak.

And now your Box is broken.

So...

we...

find another way.

(shrieking, then static)

What overloaded the mic?

I don't know.

I tried to isolate

every bandwidth and

frequency on the recording.

There is just no sound.

Not until the very end.

Play it back.

Slow it down.

(slowed shriek,

interrupted by static)

That is not feedback.

Not even close.

(sighs) I'm an idiot.

That's a wail.

The kind that kills.

I know what did this.

A banshee?

Is that the screeching

bird woman thing?

JENNY: That's a harpy.

This is a banshee, as in

Woman of the Barrows,

omen of death,

messenger from another world.

But she's nothing compared

to that demon

you have on your end.

Please tell me that

you're not actually thinking

of working with Pandora.

I have got it under control.

Do not touch that.

It's not what you think it is.

JENNY:

Okay, aside from the fact

that she and her crazy god

husband want to end humanity,

you didn't see the look

in her eyes when she tried

to kill us to get

that piece of her Box back.

If Joe hadn't Wendigo-ed out,

we'd be nothing more than

greasy stains on the

floor right now.

I know the timing is funky,

but we need to save Crane,

and she's the only one

who has any idea

how to break through

this barrier.

So, you handle the banshee,

I will handle Pandora...

I'll check in soon.

Anything in there useful?

None of these items

can assist us in our task,

but this banshee is promising.

The one that just

killed three men?

The one that's alive.

My Box is best powered

by living, breathing creatures

from realms beyond

this mortal sphere.

(quiet scoff)

So, theoretically,

what would you do

with this banshee?

(Hidden One

grunting in distance)

(quietly):

Oh, no.

(sighs)

(grunts with effort)

What are you doing?!

Stop!

Stop, stop, please, please.

You are more

resourceful than I gave

you credit for, human,

but I escaped this prison once

and I will again.

Please...

I have no idea

what is happening.

The Emblem of Thura,

triggered by my power,

creates this barrier

that surrounds us.

It has a name.

The Emblem of Thura.

I knew this was important,

but this is...

extraordinary.

Extraordinary?

That Emblem imprisons

us, you fool.

Ah, ah, ah!

I think I understand

the rules.

This Emblem's more powerful

than you, isn't it?

And I thought today

would bear no fruit.

Enjoy this fleeting moment,

but I will escape this trap,

at all costs,

including your life.

You don't understand the barest

fraction of what you hold.

I think you'll find

I'm a quick study.

(lively Irish folk music plays)

So who's this guy, again?

JENNY:

Ex-Belfast gunman and smuggler

turned bon vivant brewmaster,

whiskey blogger.

There he is.

Connor!

Oi, oi.

All right, yeah.

I'll be back

with you in a minute, love.

A stór.

My treasure.

(smooching)

Clonakilty blood sausage.

(inhales)

Oh, it's fresh.

Heaven sent from a goddess.

What can I do for you,

Jen, my dear?

Hypothetically,

if I had a banshee...

situation...

how might I deal with it?

I'd run... like the only bottle

of 75-year-old single malt

whiskey you had were on fire.

That's not an option.

We need to...

get our house in order.

Hypothetically...

you could put

your house to right

with pure iron.

Only the good stuff, mind.

Nothing younger

than 200 years or so.

But it'll use

your own noise

against you now,

so you must

be careful.

Traffic, talking,

children playing...

it'll suck up the sounds of life

and spit them out

as destruction.

Wiped out half

of County Clare

back in the 17th century,

or so legend tells.

You know how to get

its attention, right?

Make one hell of a racket?

Oh, aye, that will

piss it right off.

(siren wails)

Isn't it bad luck to

steal from a graveyard?

JENNY:

We borrowed a fence

from the 1700s,

not a corpse.

Based on advice

from a drunk whiskey blogger.

What could

possibly go wrong?

It'll work.

The guy eats blood sausage

for breakfast, but whatever.

Everything okay with him?

Yeah, he's fine. Why?

I heard about what

happened with him,

turning into the Wendigo.

Started to turn.

We stopped it.

It's just...

it must have been

hard for him

you know, finding out

that thing is inside of him.

We talked about it.

I told him I know he's in

control and I trust him.

He's good.

Is he?

'Cause, I mean,

a guy who is in love

will say anything

to make you happy,

and trust me,

that dude is in love.

FBI profiling?

Just a lot of...

tragic relationships.

(both chuckle)

For the record,

I never profile my friends.

And as far as

this Wendigo thing...

(voice fades)

(no voice)

(no siren)

(shrieking)

(no voices)

(shrieking)

(shrieking)

(banshee snarling)

Hah.

Hah.

(gasping)

Okay, we need

to call your sister...

because that...

did not go well.

This is crazy!

Give Pandora the banshee?

She's conning you.

She doesn't care about anything

except getting more pieces

of her Box back.

Look, I don't like this either,

but we do not have a choice.

We need the banshee alive...

for Crane.

You believe you'll find

solutions in these texts?

These tomes have not

let me down yet.

I take it you're not a reader?

Omnipotent.

Then you deny yourself

the glorious gift of discovery.

Useless pablum

to entertain lesser beings.

(jazz plays)

Listen...

Duke Ellington.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,

Miles Davis,

the artist formerly

known as Prince,

the political passion

of Bob Dylan and Nina Simone,

the poetry of

Emily Dickinson,

Shakespeare's sonnets,

odes by Yeats.

The works of Austen,

Dostoyevsky,

Morrison, Ta-Nehisi Coates...

Leonardo Da Vinci,

Van Gogh, Frida Kahlo...

Picasso!

The fearless lens

of Diane Arbus,

and the sublime squiggle

of Charles M. Schulz.

What you call pablum

is, in fact,

inspiration, and it is forged

in the enduring soul

of humanity.

You may know everything...

but you understand nothing.

Do not lecture me on art.

For millennia, it has been

created to celebrate my glory

by those who worship me.

What have you given in return

for their fealty?

After all, what is

a god without worshippers?

And what is a man without belief

in higher power?

Both are lost.

But then, of course,

you knew that, didn't you...

O, Mighty One?

You've always needed this,

haven't you?

Even as a child,

you'd hide in the coach house,

reading books forbidden

by the Church of England,

lit only by a

candle you'd stolen

from the servants'

quarters.

You'd disappear for hours,

worry your mother sick.

How do you know this?

You've always

lived to please; to serve--

your father,

Washington, Jefferson.

No room to question your

own wants or identity.

Even your role

as Witness was inherited

through your bloodline.

That wasn't a choice.

You didn't know.

Your life was mapped out

long before you were even born.

So, how could you ever be

anything more than that boy

in the stables,

reading books in the dark.

I'll save you some time,

as you're in short supply.

(inhales deeply)

There is nothing in these

tomes that can save you.

You are alone,

as you've always been.

(rumbling)

It has begun.

(banshee snarls)

(Beethoven's Fifth Symphony

playing in distance)

(growls)

♪ ♪

(music playing louder)

JOE: Hit it!

(screeching)

Sophie, now!

(growls, wails)

(Beethoven's Fifth Symphony

continues)

I'll go get the car!

Okay.

Who would've thought

you could hogtie a banshee

with an industrial sound

blanket and iron cable.

It's always the

darnedest things.

Joe, be honest with me,

are you still worried

about the Wendigo?

As long as that thing's still

inside me, I'm dangerous.

Look, I don't know how

to trust myself around you.

(banshee growling)

(Joe and Jenny grunting)

(screeching)

(both yell)

♪ ♪

(shrieking)

JOE: Cover your ears!

Aah!

(growls)

(shrieking)

(shrieking stops)

♪ ♪

(Jenny gasps, groans)

You okay?

You killed the banshee?

I didn't have a choice.

We killed the banshee.

So who's going to tell Mills

that we knocked off her monster?

Hmm?

♪ ♪

Not "It."

(Beethoven's

Fifth Symphony ends)

JOE:

All right, we got a problem.

The banshee has left the

building in a permanent way.

We need another monster.

You destroyed it?

I didn't have a choice.

The thing got out of control.

JENNY: Sophie's out looking for

another monster, as we speak.

What are you doing?

He knows.

Don't you?

Knows what?

We need a creature.

And we have one

standing right here.

Yeah, nice try.

What would happen to me?

The dark energy

we draw from you

would be directed toward

the barrier, breaking it.

You may die. You may not.

The curse?

Now, if I survive,

if you draw that darkness

out of me,

would it be gone forever?

Possibly.

Joe, you can't be serious.

Look, we do not

have a choice, okay?

We're not going

to find another monster

before the Hidden One's

power overloads

and Crane dies.

If we can get rid

of that thing inside me,

it's a chance for us.

Or you could die!

Joe, let's stick to a plan that

doesn't put anyone else at risk.

We are all at risk.

(rumbling)

I'm in.

HIDDEN ONE:

You hunger

at a time like this?

I'm eating my feelings.

So you believe I am part

of an ancient bloodline

that dates back

to a time before history.

Not a claim. The truth.

This was left

in my family tomb.

HIDDEN ONE:

It depicts Napalatu--

my ancient enemies

and your forebearers.

It also allows a remote

connection between them.

Perhaps more.

If I am trapped,

the lieutenant is searching

for a way to release me.

And she is doomed to failure.

Unless she sought help,

as I would...

from someone with the knowledge

of the Emblem of Thura.

Pandora would never stoop to a

partnership with a lowly mortal.

Humor me.

What if they did

form an alliance?

What method would Pandora

employ to release you?

Her Box could diffuse

the barrier,

but her power is at

an all-time ebb.

The lieutenant is nothing

if not adept.

And it falls on us

to be the same.

What part could we play

to aid in a rescue attempt?

If I were to draw power

from the Emblem

as Pandora worked

a spell with her Box,

it might lower the barrier.

But at the wrong moment,

it could only

make matters worse.

If we could use this device

to communicate

with the lieutenant,

we might be able

to time it correctly.

But it has only worked

intermittently at best.

Because the cuneiform alphabet

you used to translate it

is 600 years too young.

Joe is like a brother to me.

If you hurt him,

there will be consequences.

Do you understand?

I cannot make

any guarantees.

But you already know that.

Joe, please

don't do this.

I can't lose you.

Hey...

if that thing

stays inside me,

then you already have.

PANDORA:

We must proceed.

I love you.

I'm going to stay.

PANDORA: So long as he stays

within the mystic circle,

I can channel the energy

I need to shatter the barrier.

But he must stay within it,

for his safety, and ours.

(whooshing)

(groaning)

(yelling)

(snapping and cracking)

(roaring)

Joe...

(growling)

(roaring)

Be calm, wild beast.

(roaring, growling)

Step back

into the circle, beast.

Get back!

Stop! Stop!

He's lost.

(growls)

We need to leave him here

or end his life.

No!

I can get through to him.

Joe, I know how much

you care about me.

You won't hurt me.

(growling)

You would never hurt me.

Joe, if you listen to me,

I'll let you change out the

headers on the Scout's engine.

(growls)

And a key.

A key to my trailer.

Because I always forget

to unlock the door,

and I know you hate that.

You are not this monster,

Joe Corbin.

You're the man I love.

Do you hear me?

I love you.

(low growl)

(gasps with relief)

Do it now.

O, Great Thura, heed my call.

Your barrier,

away must fall.

By the power left in me,

do as I beseech thee!

(growling)

(growling, groaning)

(growling, groaning)

Joe... he's in pain.

What's wrong?

PANDORA: I can harness

the power of the beast,

but I can not direct it

with precision.

The Box, Abbie.

Any fragments that you have

in your possession...

I need them now.

I was really, really hoping

that you were not

playing me this whole time.

Control yourself, Witness.

The barrier...

Joe, all of it,

was a con

so you could put your damn

Box back together?

I may be devious at a scale

that rivals the gods,

but I assure you,

at this moment,

I have no secret motive.

Is that supposed

to be self-deprecating?

Stop your lies.

You do not understand.

Understand what?

It's my fault.

All of it.

My love's entrapment.

Then, and now.

It was I who told

the human servants long ago

of the Emblem's power.

To make them feel safe

in our alliance.

(laughs, pants)

I never thought they would

use it against him.

But they did.

I walked the earth

4,000 years, trying to release

him from their imprisonment...

(wry laugh)

...only to err again.

(laughs)

Because I knew you had it.

I knew you had

the Emblem,

and I did not tell him.

(deep growl)

(moaning)

You must make a choice.

We have only moments left.

Abbie, he's dying.

(pen scratching on paper)

(metallic clink)

Lieutenant...

Lieutenant!

(growling)

Joe...

Master Corbin.

(Joe yells)

What's wrong?

It was I who told the

human servants long ago,

of the Emblem's power.

I knew you had it.

I knew you had the Emblem.

And I did not tell him.

They tried.

At great peril.

She knew.

Omnipotence isn't always

equal to...

Wisdom.

Enjoy the moment.

(rumbling)

I believe I will.

As it is likely to be my last.

(growling and groaning)

Here.

(whooshing)

♪ ♪

(moans, growls)

Yes. This is right.

It's working.

Crane...

(rumbling)

(rumbling subsides)

(shuddering)

Joe...

Joe.

(coughing)

Joe...

(laughs)

Crane!

Lieutenant!

Wait, wait, wait...

I saw you.

Through the Emblem of Thura,

I saw you.

You were with Pandora.

I thought all was lost.

Not quite.

Well, thank you, Lieutenant.

It seems yet again,

I owe you for my life.

I am keeping count.

Bad news: Pandora has

a piece of her Box back.

Hidden One?

Hidden once more.

What are you doing?

The Emblem.

The Emblem has been destroyed.

We now have nothing to shield us

from our enemies.

You just faced a god

and lived to tell the tale.

That is a win in any book.

Yes... (sighs)

Wait... the...

the Hidden One.

The Hidden One revealed to me

some rather

unexpected information.

Lieutenant,

our mantle as Witnesses...

it is passed down

through our bloodlines.

So all of our ancestors...

I know.

I know, it is all rather...

(imitates explosion)

What is that?

(laughing):

Mind blown?

Head exploding?

I don't know.

I'm very hungry.

Donut Man is open 24 hours,

and I think you've earned it.

You are a very good person.

Sit, tough guy.

(Joe groans)

How you doing?

(groans)

That bad.

Why don't I get you a drink?

(both laugh gently)

You said the words.

All three of them.

Did I?

I don't really recall.

I think you also

offered me a key.

Yeah, see, Joe, there's

no easy way to say this,

but, um...

I offered that key

to the Wendigo.

So here's the problem:

Now, just... I mean,

based on how crappy I feel,

and how much monster-ness

Pandora ripped out of me,

I have a feeling

I'm finally cured of that thing.

Wish I could help.

Mmm... (chuckles)

You know, I was also

thinking about getting

my old band back together.

I hope that's not

gonna be a problem.

Ooh...

I mean, we'd only want

to practice over here,

like, three nights a week,

maybe four, max.

I'll just...

Can I get that back?

And we're not

really that loud.

We're kind of loud.

Maybe just give

me the key back.

Come and get it.

Yeah, no...

I think I need

back my key.

(laughing)

Give me the key.

Ow! Ow!

Ow! Give it...

(laughing):

Joe, give me...

My love.

You've returned.

PANDORA: Mm.

It was you that saved me.

You are

the most devious of creatures.

The way you

played our enemies,

got them to provide

what was needed for you

to bring down Thura's barrier.

And I recovered a piece

of the Box in the process.

The humans had the Emblem

in their possession,

and I had no idea.

It was an unexpected

turn of events.

But again, one which you turned

to our advantage.

Yes, my love.

But I'm exhausted

by all this.

Let us set it

aside for now.

But as you know

very well, my love,

such matters cannot

be set aside forever.

Especially when one

discovers a pressing falsehood.

We have much

to discuss, Pandora.

We can start

with the truth.

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