Armenian Haunting

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(buzzing and beeping)

(explosion booming)

(twinkling)

(dramatic music)

(insects chirping)

(squeaking)

(car alarm beeping)

[Sevan] Sh*t!

[Mysterious Voice] Keep the

promise, promise, promise...

Keep the promise, promise, promise...

Keep the promise, promise, promise...

(tense music)

(sighing)

- (phone notification ringing)

- What was this?

What does he want?

(phone notification beeping)

[Mysterious Voice] Keep the

promise, promise, promise...

(tense music)

Keep the promise, promise, promise...

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(static buzzing and clicking)

(garbled screaming)

Hello?

(eerie raspy breathing)

Who's there?

Hello?

Hello?

(eerie raspy breathing)

[Mysterious Voice] Keep the

promise, promise, promise...

(eerie raspy breathing)

(shaky breathing)

(eerie growling)

(Sevan screaming)

(dramatic music)

Tatik, tell me about your tattoos.

But grandma, you never

told me who gave them to you?

Okay, okay, sorry grandma.

Grandma, you said your

family was rich in Turkey?

Yes.

What about after you left?

What happened then?

Do you remember?

What about after?

What happened after you left?

Did you have enough food or water?

Did the guards tell you

where they were taking you?

Disappeared?

What-what do you mean?

You don't remember what happened

after your mother disappeared?

Oh, I, I didn't know

we had Turkish relatives.

Grandma, did your uncle

gave you those tattoos?

It doesn't make any sense.

Mom freaked out when I

wanted to get a tiny tat,

tiny ankle tattoo, and now you're saying

Armenian children 100 years ago

all had tattoos on their hands?

Grandma, it is for school!

Tatik...

(sighing)

I've been doing a lot of research and...

Those tattoos are the

markings that were given

to the women and children

during the Armenian genocide.

Some of them signified belonging

to a master as a slave.

In many cases, as a sex slave.

My grandma's 108 years old.

She...

It's very common in our family.

Her sister died a year ago.

She was almost 100 years old.

They are some of the last

few remaining survivors

of the Armenian genocide that took place

during the first World War.

Not many left, as it happened

exactly 100 years ago today.

[Eva] Maro-jan!

Dinner!

I'm busy, mom!

[Eva] So am I!

It's getting cold!

Today is April 24th, 2015.

The 100th anniversary of

the Armenian genocide.

1.5 million Armenian

women, children and men

were slaughtered by

the Turkish Government.

(sighing)

[Eva] Maro, now!

Ugh!

(sighing)

(knocking)

Babe?

Are you home?

I've been knocking.

(sighing)

I sent you like 100 text messages.

Sevan?

Babe, I thought we weren't

even gonna do this.

Hide from each other.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

You know?

You can tell me anything.

(Clara gasping)

(Clara screaming)

(sighing)

Something terrible happened today.

One of my cousins was found

dead by his girlfriend

in his home.

I don't know the details,

but I overheard it was either

a heart attack, or a seizure of some sort.

My parents never tell me anything.

They-they still I'm a child.

(scoffs)

I guess that's their way of protecting me.

My grandma's still in shock.

But...

But I suspect there's something

they're not telling me

because when we heard from Sevan's father,

my grandma said, and-and I

repeat word for word, she said,

"It is finally here."

My parents think she's just in shock,

but what does it mean?

"It is finally here"?

[Eva] Maro-jan!

It's not the time for computers!

Go help your grandma!

Ugh!

Tatik?

Keep what promise?

Grandma?

[Maro] What are saying?

What-what curse?

Tatik?

How are you feeling, grandma?

Is there really a curse?

What did I tell you?

Something is really wrong here,

and they're not telling me.

Grandma threw a towel at me.

She's never laid a hand on me.

That's how I know something's wrong.

They're not telling me

something, the whole family.

(dramatic music)

Mom!

[Clara] Maro, you know...

I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it.

I know you're heartbroken.

Clara, the whole family's in shock.

My grandma had an incident a few days ago.

Please, do this for Sevan?

Weeks before his death,

Sevan had become withdrawn.

I thought he was getting

cold feet about us.

Again.

Sevan started talking about the curse

that his family carried,

and that it was just a matter of time

before every member of the bloodline

would have to face the consequences.

A curse?

Did he say what kind of a curse?

I thought he was teasing me.

I don't know.

Think hard, Clara.

I don't remember!

Try to remember.

Why are you doing this?

I have to figure this out!

After Sevan was found dead,

I overheard my grandma

talking to herself about...

A promise they didn't keep, and the curse.

Maro, she is a 100 year old woman.

She's probably delusional.

You don't know her.

She's as sharp as a kabob skewer.

Did he say anything else?

It's all so hazy now.

[Maro] Look, I have to figure

out what happened to Sevan.

Think, Clara.

One day, we were at a restaurant,

and Sevan got a phone call.

He was very secretive about it.

When he went to the men's room, I...

Looked through his cell.

The last call he got was from...

A psychic named Aida.

A psychic?

[Clara] Yes, you know, the clairvoyant?

I know what a psychic is but,

but Sevan didn't seem

like that kind of a guy...

[Clara] Exactly.

Did you ask him about it?

He said I wouldn't understand.

And then, something about his family

escaping Turkey in 1915.

(dramatic music)

Maro?

I gotta go.

Maro?

I've looked into every

psychic in LA named Aida.

There are literally 35 of them.

Who knows if that's even their real name?

After sifting through

all of these charlatans,

I came across one Aida

that hit all the marks.

Armenian?

Check.

Does coffee readings?

Check.

Lives in North Hollywood?

Check.

She might be able to

provide some information

about Sevan's last days

and this so-called curse.

(sighing)

I don't even know if I

believe in any of this

superstitious mumbo-jumbo.

Ugh, I can't believe I have

to drive to the Valley...

(mysterious music)

25 bucks, and you can't

afford better coffee?

If you came here for

coffee, go to Starbucks.

There's one on Sherman

Way, around the corner.

Now drink up.

What now?

Now, we wait.

I'm just being straightforward.

I'm not sure that I believe

in any of this abracadabra.

Is that so?

So why are you here?

You spoke to my cousin

Sevan a few weeks ago.

What did you tell him?

I never betray my

clients' confidentiality.

I have dozens of Sevans

walking through that door

on a weekly basis.

[Maro] This one died

a couple of weeks ago.

You need to start talking,

or I will have to ask you to leave.

No refund.

My cousin Sevan died

shortly after he visited you.

They said he had a heart attack.

But I know there's something

they're not telling me.

What did he say when he was here?

What did you tell him?

Nobody listens to what I have to say.

They come here, they pay for my advice,

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