Trail of Blood/Transcript

Teaser Sequence
'''EXT. - OLD CITY SANCTUARY - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT'''

WILL: [voice over] I'm saying there is a time and a place for that type of experimentation, but

'''INT. - OLD CITY SANCTUARY - UPPER LEVEL - HALLWAY - NIGHT'''

WILL: maybe, breakfast isn't the time for salted cod.

BIGFOOT: You need to expand your horizons.

WILL: No, no, no, you need to stop making fish for breakfast. Humans live here, too, you know--

WILL: What?

BIGFOOT: You hear that?

WILL: No.

BIGFOOT: Catacombs.

WILL: What?

'''INT. - OLD CITY SANCTUARY - LOWER LEVEL - CATCOMBS - STORAGE AREA'''

WILL: There.

Ghost accountant.

BIGFOOT: Hello.

WILL: What's that?

BIGFOOT: Let's show the boss.

'''INT. - OLD CITY SANCTUARY - UPPER LEVEL - MAGNUS'S STUDY - NIGHT'''

MAGNUS: Good heavens, it's been a long time since I've seen this.

WILL: Okay, so no batteries? What gives?

MAGNUS: It's an autotype. One of only five that were built during the Second World War. Each one handcrafted using available materials in a time of great scarcity. I managed to convince the inventor to give it to the Office of Strategic Services. Without it, the war could have ended very differently.

WILL: I heard rumors about this. The secret machine that the Allies used to communicate. I didn't think it was real.

MAGNUS: Oh, quite real, and this one is the only survivor. It transmits and receives a fluctuating electro-magnetic frequency that can't be intercepted.

WILL: But if this is the last one, then where's the message coming from?

MAGNUS: From the one man who knew of its existence and how to use it, the inventor of the device himself.

MAGNUS: This is a distress call... From Nikola Tesla.

Act I
'''INT. - OLD CITY SANCTUARY - LOWER LEVEL'''

MAGNUS: There's not another man alive who could build one of these.

MAGNUS: No offense, Henry.

HENRY: None taken. That is a masterpiece.

WILL: You know, it would be nice if he gave us a little more info. Like, where he is, his situation, what his danger level is?

BIGFOOT: Picked up a phone?

WILL: At the very least.

MAGNUS: If Nikola resorted to this method of communication, he obviously has very few options. Henry, were you able to pinpoint the origin of the signal?

HENRY: Yeah, it cycles through half a dozen frequencies, but the pattern repeats, so I got a pretty good lock on the general location. 300 klicks west of Cartagena in the Colombian Highlands. The signal fades in and out. That means it's fighting interference, so it could be underground.

MAGNUS: All right, we'll pick up local transport there. Will, Henry, you're with me. We leave in an hour.

WILL: You know he's playing with us, right? He's probably laughing his ass off in some café in Paris, about sending us on a wild goose chase to rural Colombia.

MAGNUS: Why would he do that?

WILL: Why? You never know why with this guy, but he's always up to something.

MAGNUS: You're not wrong about that, but aren't you at least curious as to what it is this time?

WILL: It's a set-up, Magnus, a trap. That's what he does, how he rolls, his modus operandi.

MAGNUS: Yes... What if he's posing as the king of a lost mountain tribe and he wants me for his queen? Or what if he actually needs our help?

WILL: Fine. I'll get my stuff together. The man comes with a hidden agenda, every time. Every time!

MAGNUS: That's what makes him so interesting.

MONITOR: This week on Operation Paranormal, deep in the Warehouse District of Old City, the site of several unexplained deaths and paranormal sightings two years ago. We visit the place...

KATE: Uh, what a clusterhump that was. First of all, the flight out of Skagway didn't have a proper freight hold. I the crew, it was planning on loading the crate and the creature separately, and I'm like, "whoa, people, it's a sub-arctic crocotta, not a corgi. Keep it away from other frequent fliers!" Ended up chartering a private plane and getting it here solo. Freezy's all tucked away downstairs. Where is the doc?

BIGFOOT: Cartagena.

KATE: Oh. Will too?

BIGFOT: Uh-huh.

KATE: And Hank? Did they... Need me down there?

BIGFOOT: Didn't mention it.

KATE: Oh.

KATE: Whatcha working on?

BIGFOOT: I was cataloging the library.

KATE: Oh, please, don't play a player. I saw you hit the panic button. What's the guilty pleasure?

KATE: Oh-ho, nice! Hey, what do you say you ditch the cleaning gear and we'll fire it up in the media room instead?

BIGFOOT: Hmm... I got too much work to do.

KATE: Aw, come on, the cat's away. Live a little.

BIGFOOT: I suppose I could finish this tomorrow.

KATE: That's the spirit. Okay, start without me. I am gonna take the longest hot shower in Sanctuary history.

MAGNUS: How close are we?

HENRY: About another 50 meters. Straight down.

WILL: Of course it is.

WILL: This is me staying positive.

HENRY: These mountains are swiss-cheesed with caverns. According to the topo maps, there's an opening not far from here. Hope you brought your headlamps, which I know you did, because I packed them for you.

WILL: Every time.

HENRY: Maybe he's building the mother of all wine cellars.

WILL: Come on. Tesla? It's not exactly the Mayan Riviera down here. The man has always had expensive taste.

MAGNUS: Well, stay alert, both of you. I don't like this either.

TV: I need some equipment for here. This is definitely, definitely something we should be looking at...

BIGFOOT: Season four Halloween special.

KATE: Fort Delaware? Huh... Spooky.

BIGFOOT: Yeah.

TV: Here's Sherilee Wilkins with a Channel 13 News report.

SHIRILEE: Tragedy tonight in the notorious Fifth Ward after the shocking death of a long-time priest at Saint Michael's church. Father Nathaniel Jensen was found dead after apparently interrupting a burglary in progress inside his own church. Known for his work with the homeless of the ward, Father Jensen came to St. Michael's in 1949, and has remained a fixture in the community ever since.

BIGFOOT: I have to go.

SHIRILEE: ...Despite declining attendance and the deterioration of the neighborhood...

KATE: What about the 2:00 a.m. feedings? You said you'd help!

SHIRILEE: ...Police are investigating and promise a list of suspects by morning. Again, Father Nathaniel Jensen, murdered in the Fifth Ward. A community in shock. This is Sherilee Wilkins, Channel 13 Eyewitness News.

HENRY: Really high iron content in these walls. Massive.

MAGNUS: Interesting.

HENRY: Woah. What is that?

WILL: Some kind of vine?

MAGNUS: It's not vegetal. It appears fragile, but it's tougher than it looks.

HENRY: We're not going to run into a giant spider, are we? 'Cause I'm really done with those.

MAGNUS: Highly doubtful. This material doesn't have the alternating crystalline structure of spider silk. It's more like a protein column surrounding a hollow core.

HENRY: What, like hair?

MAGNUS: Or veins.

WILL: That actually sounds worse. So it's not made by anybody we know?

MAGNUS: Nothing comes to mind, I'm afraid.

WILL: That's comforting.

HENRY: Yeah, but not really.

MAGNUS: On your toes, gentlemen.

O'FARRELL: ...He's got a couple places...

WOMAN: Good evening.

MAN IN CAR: Hello there.

WOMAN: Cold out tonight.

MAN IN CAR: It sure is.

WOMAN: I'll keep you warm.

MAN IN CAR: Yeah.

[conversation continues indistinguishably]

JENSEN: Here, take my hand.

JENSEN: Oh, my God. What are you?

JENSEN: What have they done to you? My name is Father Jensen. You're with me now. They won't hurt you anymore, I promise you. I've heard of a place where all God's creatures are offered safety, a sanctuary.

KATE: I am so sorry, Big Guy.

BIGFOOT: He helped abnormals find the Sanctuary. He knew the risks. Was never afraid. He did not deserve this.

KATE: Sounds like a good guy.

BIGFOOT: More than that. He was a friend.

O'FARRELL: Okay, listen up! The city worker id'ed a suspect. We need a last-known on a Denny Stefano. We should already have a jacket on the guy. So call your wives, hubbies, life partners, everyone works tonight. Denny's been known to deal around near the waterfront. Let's start combing through the warehouses.

HENRY: E.M. Is strongest here. Whatever it is, we're close.

TESLA: Well, well, will miracles never cease?

MAGNUS: Nikola, my God...

TESLA: Yeah, look away. I'm hideous.

MAGNUS: How bad is it?

TESLA: Uh, can you just pull me out of this thing please?

WILL: How long you been down here?

TESLA: Well, let's see now, nine days, seven hours. You know, I wish I'd stopped counting, but it's just not in my nature.

MAGNUS: Here.

TESLA: Thank you. Ah...

MAGNUS: How did this happen?

TESLA: Well, it's a long story, and one which I'd be happy to tell over a nice meal someplace far away from here.

HENRY: Okay, this stuff is incredibly strong. It's going to take--

TESLA: we really shouldn't dally.

MAGNUS: What do we need to know?

TESLA: Mainly? We have to get out of here right now. These are not naturally occurring.

MAGNUS: A creature made them.

TESLA: Yeah, and, uh, they're far from pleasant.

WILL: Okay, faster it is, then.

MAGNUS: Hold on, Nikola. Won't be long.

HENRY: Hold still, genius.

TESLA: Ah... You look fabulous, by the way.

MAGNUS: Earthquake?

TESLA: Get me out. Get me out, get me out!

HENRY: Argh, oh, man!

MAGNUS: Keep working!

HENRY: Almost there.

HENRY: Yeah!

WILL: Is that another surprise from Tesla? What is that? I've never seen anything like that before.

HENRY: Aw, crap.

TESLA: Great. Nice rescue.

Act II
HENRY: Seriously, what the hell are those?

MAGNUS: Some sort of hybrid insect. We must be in their territory.

HENRY: We didn't know that?

WILL: I really think we should get out of here.

MAGNUS: Ah, these are useless. Henry, switch to stunners!

HENRY: Oh, good. They don't like voltage.

MAGNUS: Well, it's a start.

MAGNUS: Can you walk?

TESLA: Of course. I can--

WILL: whoa, whoa, whoa.

MAGNUS: My God.

WILL: I got you, I got you...

MAGNUS: Strategic little buggers.

MAGNUS: This way! Go! Go!

WILL: Come on...

MAGNUS: Boys?

TESLA: All right, I got to stop.

MAGNUS: Well, that should buy us some time.

TESLA: Well, I did say SOS in my message.

HENRY: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

TESLA: If only you knew what it took to get those three letters out.

WILL: All right, we should recon this tunnel, find a way back to the surface.

HENRY: Yeah, I second that.

MAGNUS: Not too far.

MAGNUS: All right, what were you doing down here really?

TESLA: What does it matter? Obviously it didn't work out, did it?

MAGNUS: Get your strength back. I suspect you're going to need it.

TESLA: Helen... Thank you.

BIGFOOT: You know who I am?

DENNY: Hey, man, I don't want to know--

BIGFOOT: Denny Stefano, you made a big mistake tonight. You killed a friend of mine. Witnesses saw you run from the church.

DENNY: What, the priest? No way, man. You got the wrong guy. I never--

BIGFOOT: do not lie to me.

DENNY: Wasn't even there, man. Listen, someone's trying to pin this on me.

BIGFOOT: Why?

DENNY: To get me off the street! Payback for some other rip-off I did. Who cares? The cops are doggin' me now. Look at me. Killing a priest? They'll just shoot me "resisting," save themselves the paperwork!

DENNY: I'm done, man!

BIGFOOT: You're not done.

WILL: Whole lot of nothing. None of these connecting tunnels lead upward.

HENRY: Yeah, none of this stuff works down here.

TESLA: Yay, team.

MAGNUS: These creatures resemble subterranean centipedes, but with significant differences.

WILL: Allow me. They're huge.

MAGNUS: And their behavior. They attacked in coordinated waves, but chilopodes don't normally operate on hive mentality.

WILL: And you just happened to get trapped by them. God, that's so weird.

TESLA: Yeah, down, junior. I didn't know they were here until they tried to make me part of the architecture.

MAGNUS: And yet they wanted to keep you alive, but they tried to kill us. Why?

TESLA: Well, I don't know. Maybe I taste good with a decent béchamel sauce. I forgot to ask them, sorry.

MAGNUS: All right, sympathy time's over, Nikola. Spill it.

TESLA: All right. You're aware of the iron deposits in these caves?

HENRY: Yeah, what about it?

TESLA: Highest concentration of natural lodestone in the Western Hemisphere. To you, it means nothing. To me, manna from heaven.

MAGNUS: Your magnetic powers.

WILL: Here it comes.

TESLA: Oh, come on. I'm just looking for a way back on top. I mean, being a living magnet, it's not exactly on par with being heir to the greatest race in all of history. It even has a few drawbacks, like, if you're not careful, your razor gets stuck to your face. So... what? I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

HENRY: So you went after the most powerful natural magnetic substance in the world.

TESLA: You're damn right I did.

HENRY: It makes sense, in an evil way.

TESLA: Oh, please. Can we stop with the value judgments? Hey, man, live and let live, I say.

WILL: You know what I say? I say you got yourself into a little bit of trouble, and you dragged us into the mess too.

TESLA: So stop whining about it. I thought helping people was part of your job description.

WILL: Yeah, people. You, Professor hidden agenda, not so much.

MAGNUS: We need a way out of here, and we need to keep moving. How's your strength?

TESLA: Carry me?

WILL: So we're fine as long as we stay off the bugs' turf.

MAGNUS: Or don't accidentally wander back on to it.

WILL: I love our little field trips.

HENRY: Hey, listen, um, I've been wanting to ask you about the E.M. Signal that you sent out.

TESLA: For days before anyone noticed, I might add.

HENRY: Yeah, still waiting for a thank you. Anyway, you were able to get the autotype going without any kind of transmitter on this end.

TESLA: Well, you do know what "E.M." Stands for, don't you? And while I may not be as "electro" as I once was, but being extra magnetic has a few uses, I suppose.

HENRY: Yeah, I get how you could generate a signal by clenching your kegels or whatever, but how did you get the range?

TESLA: Oh, you obviously didn't do any aerial mapping on your way in. Had you, you might have noticed the amplification properties of the local terrain.

HENRY: A parabolic focus point. Okay, well, then, wouldn't there be secondary signals--

TESLA: hey, shh! Shh, shh... Stop. You'll hurt yourself, and I'm feeling far too tired to feign concern.

HENRY: You're welcome. Jackass...

WILL: Huh... Concrete and steel. Rebar supports, reinforced ceiling.

HENRY: There wasn't anything in the topo maps about mining operations in the area.

WILL: Well, something man-made is down here.

MAGNUS: I know that look.

TESLA: Well, well. Maybe this trip might not be such a bust after all.

MAGNUS: I know. Every time.

MAGNUS: An unmarked bunker under the Andes.

TESLA: Fancy that, huh?

MAGNUS: Nikola...

TESLA: Don't use that tone of voice with me. Hey, need I remind you I'm the victim here, okay?

MAGNUS: You knew about this place all along. In fact, I'll wager it's the real reason you were down here.

HENRY: What about the lodestone deposits?

TESLA: Mmm...

HENRY: Aw, dammit, that sounded so cool.

WILL: Not the kind of guy who says "I told you so..."

MAGNUS: Talk.

TESLA: Fine.

MAGNUS: Move!

MAGNUS: Nikola, the door!

MAGNUS: All right, what is this place?

TESLA: As I was trying to say before I was interrupted, we are standing in the wreckage of a secret laboratory belonging to your old enemy, the Cabal.

Act III
WILL: Must've been a secure off-site location, some kind of research lab.

HENRY: Bad guys were doing some seriously secret work down here.

MAGNUS: It would explain your interest in such a place.

TESLA: It would.

WILL: Whatever happened here, it was a while ago. This damage is old. Maybe a year, which means maybe it was Druitt.

TESLA: No, Johnny and I did do some serious damage to the Cabal after... After events, but we never found this place.

HENRY: Someone else attacked them then?

WILL: Well, see, the way the door is blown out, and the carbon scoring on the walls, these key systems damaged, seems kind of precise to me. Maybe a self-destruct.

MAGNUS: Makes sense. Once their operations started falling, they were covering their own tracks. Scorched the earth behind them.

WILL: I'm glad we made them this nervous.

HENRY: That's how you got your distress signal to us. You knew this old communications array would be somewhere above you. This-- there was no parabolic focus point.

TESLA: Yeah, yeah, but admit it, you liked the other version better.

MAGNUS: Henry, try to get us some power and salvage any security systems that you can. We're still vulnerable to these creatures here.

HENRY: You are a cold man.

MAGNUS: Well, the existence of this lab would explain the multipedes. Likely, they're products of the research that was being performing here.

WILL: A little subterranean monster-making? Right up their alley.

MAGNUS: These people were carrying out nothing but the most egregious, unethical research on abnormals. What could you possibly want down here? Answer me!

TESLA: I want my life back! Look at me, Helen. I'm reduced to parlor tricks and Morse code. I can't even get out of a cobweb without help from these chumps. What am I now? Human with... With benefits? It's pathetic!

HENRY: Voila. Emergency lighting.

WILL: Nice.

MAGNUS: It's a start, thank you, Henry, but we need defenses.

WILL: Well, they don't seem to be able to get through the steel and concrete. I think we're safe down here.

TESLA: Oh, yeah, absolutely.

HENRY: Security systems, I'm on it.

TESLA: All right, so what about the lab's database? If we can access that, we can, you know, figure out what these creatures are.

MAGNUS: More specifically, how to deal with them.

HENRY: Oh, that's... This is not easy. Even routing through the physical damage, I keep running into dead sectors. These drives are wiped clean.

TESLA: Mr. Foss, just let your imagination conceive for a moment of a tool that can read magnetic fields as a blind man can read braille. Now, what would you do with a tool like that in a situation like this?

HENRY: Well, I suppose a negative impression would be on the degausser from the deleted info, but it would be so faint, you'd practically need a hadron collider just to access it.

TESLA: Or...

HENRY: No way. You can work at that level?

TESLA: Care to assist?

TESLA: Hell, yeah! I-I mean, you know, whatever.

MAGNUS: Find out what you can.

KATE: So you're sure he wasn't the killer? He's not exactly an upstanding citizen.

BIGFOOT: He's innocent. His fear scent was too strong.

KATE: Okay, well, if you're right, with the number of cops looking for him, he's safer in here.

BIGFOOT: So, what have you got?

KATE: Assuming whoever's framing this kid is the real killer, they'd have to plant evidence to make him look like a real suspect.

BIGFOOT: You think it's a cop?

KATE: Yeah. Stanley O'Farrell, homicide. Lead investigating officer. 15 years clean, citations for valor, above and beyond the call, but... He had complete access to the crime scene and the evidence. He could pull all the strings to set him up if he wanted to. The only problem is that the profile doesn't fit.

BIGFOOT: I saw him at the church. Something wasn't right. Body language, voice tone, all wrong.

KATE: You think maybe he's lost it?

BIGFOOT: Or he's an abnormal. Father J might have been trying to help him.

KATE: And got killed for his troubles? We need to bring this guy in, whatever he is.

BIGFOOT: Shouldn't be a problem.

HENRY: Okay, boot sector is live, directories are coming online. Now, there's a lot of corrupted files, but I can access the security protocols, oh, and, uh, blueprints.

WILL: Nice work, Henry.

TESLA: "Nice work, Henry?"

WILL: You're both brilliant.

HENRY: There's still one drive that we haven't been able to access. Now, are you sure you can't defrag that last one? It didn't seem any worse than the others. Hello? Dude?

TESLA: Huh? Yes, yes, yes, I'm trying. Just give me a moment here.

MAGNUS: What are you doing?

HENRY: You already defragged it. Why didn't you tell me?

WILL: Yeah, why?

MAGNUS: Nikola...

TESLA: I-I can explain.

HENRY: Oh, I don't believe this.

WILL: I'm even at a loss here.

MAGNUS: The source blood? That's what you came here to find?

WILL: It was never recovered when we took down the Cabal. They shipped it here to conduct research.

TESLA: I was desperate, and I thought enough time had passed--

MAGNUS: They used it on my daughter!

TESLA: The source blood has value to us all, Helen.

MAGNUS: You selfish bastard.

MAGNUS: Was Ashley here?

HENRY: Yeah, I could type in a few key words.

WILL: Look, maybe we don't need to know this.

TESLA: No, we can download the data, we can take it with us--

MAGNUS: you've done enough, thank you.

HENRY: No. No, Ashley wasn't here. This is a bio-chem lab.

MAGNUS: And the source blood?

HENRY: Yeah, it was here. Past tense. It was destroyed along with everything else in the blast.

MAGNUS: Easy come, easy go.

TESLA: Helen--

MAGNUS: find us a way out of here.

WILL: Magnus... If the source blood was destroyed during the self destruct, then chances are remnants of it could have seeped into the ground and attached themselves to the mineral content of the rock.

HENRY: Yeah, but why would that-- oh, no. Come on, seriously?

WILL: Yeah.

MAGNUS: It would explain the size and aggression of the multipedes.

TESLA: And why they kept me prisoner instead of killing me. Same blood type.

WILL: Remember what you said about territorial behavior? They seemed to get really mad when we locked them out of the lab.

WILL: I'm guessing this is why.

WILL: Oh, man...

MAGNUS: We're in their nest.

Act IV
HENRY: We're under the kids' bunk beds. No wonder the grownups want to eat us.

TESLA: We open that door, we get an angry PTA meeting swarming in here.

MAGNUS: I need options for taking out that nest.

HENRY: There's still some fuel in the tanks underneath us. They didn't use it all in the self-destruct. I could rig a secondary detonation.

WILL: Assuming we could get past the killer bugs right outside the door.

TESLA: I'm sorry, but aren't we being hasty here?

MAGNUS: If that nest hatches, those creatures will burrow over a massive radius, lay new eggs, and destroy the entire continent!

TESLA: What about containment?

WILL: Well, we're not equipped for that, are we?

MAGNUS: Nikola... These creatures are not naturally evolved. They're abominations caused by the Cabal's recklessness!

WILL: Hold on a second, since when are you the defender of the abnormal community anyway?

TESLA: I'm a scientist--

MAGNUS: stop insulting us! We know exactly why you want them alive.

TESLA: If I could just extract a small amount of plasma from just one of the pupae, I can create a serum that would replicate the effects of the original source blood.

WILL: Hey, you could become a vampire again.

HENRY: Dude, did you not see "The Fly?" You could become half-vampire, half-centipede. That is a really bad idea--

TESLA: I can figure it out!

MAGNUS: Which is exactly why we are going to destroy every trace of these creatures. I will not see another Cabal, another Lazarus virus, another Ashley created in pursuit of source blood. We blow the nest, and if you interfere, you with it.

KATE: He better not run.

BIGFOOT: He won't.

KATE: I hate it when they run.

BIGFOOT: He won't run.

KATE: Come on, O'Farrell. You got the tip. You know he's been spotted, come and get him.

BIGFOOT: Kate... Relax.

KATE: This is it.

O'FARRELL: Hands. Now!

DENNY: Hey, you got me. You got me, you got me...

O'FARRELL: All right, down. On the ground.

DENNY: Whoa, whoa, what did I do?

O'FARRELL: You shut up. Don't move.

DENNY: Hey, now, what are you doing? Just arrest me. I'm not resisting.

O'FARRELL: Yeah, you are.

No, really. I got a right to remain silent. I have the right to an attorney... Come on, let's do this.

O'FARRELL: Shut up. Shut up!

DENNY: What are you doing?

O'FARRELL: I'm sorry, kid. Nothing personal.

KATE: You okay?

O'FARRELL: You don't know what you've done. You don't know anything.

BIGFOOT: You killed Father J! Why?

O'FARRELL: I had to! You think I had a choice? I know who you are. What you do.

KATE: Let us help you.

O'FARRELL: No, you can't. I did what I had to do. What he made me do.

O'FARRELL: You don't understand. This is bigger than us. It's over. He got everything he wanted.

BIGFOOT: Who? Who?

O'FARRELL: Oh, God, no, please... No, God, please, no! Please don't... Oh, God... Stop!

KATE: Oh, my God.

HENRY: Okay, charges are set. It's going to be a big boom. Once I push this trigger, we're gonna want to run like hell. Okay, this whole area is gonna be a giant inferno.

TESLA: You're absolutely determined to do this?

MAGNUS: Let's get out of here.

HENRY: All right, this trigger has a 60-second delay. I can't set it further from this because of the interference from these walls.

TESLA: 60 seconds?

HENRY: I just rigged something up from one of these old centrifuges, okay? It's the best I can give us.

MAGNUS: Then let's be fast. Gentlemen, pick your targets. Nikola, you're last one out to seal them door. Ready?

WILL: You kidding? I can't wait.

MAGNUS: Do it.

WILL: Uh...

MAGNUS: Good. Wait until they're in the nest before we set the charge.

MAGNUS: Henry!

MAGNUS: Nikola, come on!

HENRY: Why are they coming after us?

MAGNUS: They don't want us! They want me!

Act V
WILL: Magnus!

TESLA: It's no use, Helen.

MAGNUS: Nikola!

TESLA: You always did have more appeal than me.

TESLA: There you are, my pretties. Yeah, you like that? Huh? Finest vintage!

TESLA: Speak well of me.

MAGNUS: Nikola, no!

HENRY: 12 seconds.

WILL: Magnus, we gotta move! Come on!

MAGNUS: Dammit!

TESLA: Never bore your audience.

WILL: Magnus...

MAGNUS: It's all right, Will.

HENRY: You have to admit, that's a hell of an exit.

MAGNUS: Indeed.

HENRY: Oh, you got to be kidding me.

MAGNUS: Start digging.

MAGNUS: Nikola.

HENRY: Rocking the magna-power!

TESLA: Fortunately, I can't hear what any of you are saying! It's very nice!

MAGNUS: That's quite the parlor trick.

WILL: I guess this magnetic power has potential after all.

TESLA: Yeah, well, you know what they say, right? It's not what you have, it's how you use it. Ah...

HENRY: Oh, good, we're going to make it home in time for lunch.

MAGNUS: Best news I've had all night.

TESLA: This calls for a toast. I can't believe you set off on a rescue mission and didn't bring any decent libations with you.

WILL: What are we, Saint Bernards?

TESLA: To our lost brothers in blood. May we never see their like again. Slimy perversions of science be damned. Hey, Henry, I'll show you a shortcut.

HENRY: What?

WILL: He kept one of the larvae, didn't he?

MAGNUS: Oh, definitely.

WILL: You going to let him get away with it?

MAGNUS: No... But let him enjoy his moment.

WILL: Every time.

CLARK: It's certainly a nice view, isn't it? Didn't mean to startle you. I'm Father Clark.

BIGFOOT: You were there with the police.

CLARK: Before he died, Father Jensen and I corresponded. He told me many things about this parish, about those he helped here, and why. Your loss must be... Very painful.

CLARK: If you want, I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say.

BIGFOOT: He was important. He listened when no one else would hear.

CLARK: Judged your soul, not your appearance.

CLARK: He was a dear friend, wasn't he?

BIGFOOT: Where I come from, one who saves a life becomes a brother.

CLARK: And when your... kind loses a brother?

BIGFOOT: Part of us dies with him.

CLARK: There have been too many deaths lately. So much loss to contend with. My heart just... Breaks. Thank you for sharing your pain with me. I hope we see each other again very soon.

MAGNUS: There you are. Do you mind?

MAGNUS: I am so sorry, old friend.

BIGFOOT: It makes no sense.

MAGNUS: I agree. I went through Detective O'Farrell's autopsy results. He was entirely human. No evidence of any drugs or undue influence. The man died of a brain aneurysm, plain and simple.

BIGFOOT: Something made him kill. Someone.

MAGNUS: Will spoke to some of his contacts at the police department. O'Farrell's family were being held prisoner. They were found this morning after an anonymous tip led the police to their location. They were unharmed, but their lives are- are destroyed.

BIGFOOT: O'Farrell, he said he had no choice.

MAGNUS: Of course he didn't. He was being coerced.

BIGFOOT: By whom?

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