Muse Page #2

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I just know it.

You dreamt about it

too, didn't you?

You have to see something.

Follow me.

Jesus Christ.

Notice anything different?

I realized as soon as I came in.

Something was missing.

-There.

-Yes.

Those shelves.

There was a...

-There was a door.

-Exactly.

Be careful.

Oh, sh*t.

It's the battery.

-I've got some matches.

-Yeah?

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

Oh, Christ.

Why on earth would you

keep an aquarium up here?

Don't know.

There's...

There's something in there.

What is that?

Let's find out.

Some kind of inscription on it.

"You see the beast that

made me turn aside"

That's... that's Dante.

Yeah, that's right.

Whoever killed her was

looking for something.

You saw the house.

This could be what they're after.

But she wanted us to find it.

That's why we had

the same dream.

Think about it.

Sh*t.

Let's go.

Hurry!

Hey!

Stop there!

Stop!

Stop!

Tomorrow at 7:
00.

There's a waiting list.

The White Ring was some

sort of experimental

literary circle that

used to meet there.

And it seems some of

their concerns were too

esoteric to be taken seriously.

Shakespeare.

The impossible sonnets.

Nobody's ever been able

to decipher them.

-Including Shakespeare himself.

-Mm-hmm.

He says they've been dictated

to him in his dreams

-by a dark lady.

-Mm-hmm.

Milton... my specialty.

He tells of his experience

of meeting a lady

by the name of Herberia on

the outskirts of Florence.

Mm.

According to him, she was the

inspiration for Paradise Lost.

Keats, Blake, the

references are endless.

They all hint at having had

some contact with the muses.

-Number one invites.

-Mm-hmm.

Number two invokes.

Number three lies.

Number four punishes.

Number five foretells.

Number six impassions.

Number seven hides.

The seven ladies.

Yeah, the mystery of the muses.

Is there more?

Well, your friends through the White

Ring took the subject too far.

For years they published

their theories

in all sorts of

specialized magazines.

First, in academic

circles, then in

marginal occult publications.

And in all of them, they

claim that they met them.

What is this?

Poetic inspiration taken from

nature in the form of a woman.

Supernatural beings

of inconceivable evil.

Immortal witches

invoking poetry

through the use of spells.

Okay.

Well, do you think

we can find these guys?

I could call Berkeley

through the department

but I'm kind of getting

tired of being a secretary.

You went to that house

without telling me.

You found a treasure in

some kind of aquarium and

suddenly a girl showed up

out of nowhere and took it.

If I had been there, that

would not have happened.

So, are you gonna help me

find these guys or what?

Mom!

What's that?

Nothing. Just something I found.

Are you annoyed?

What?

I don't know, you seem weird.

What do you mean?

No, baby, I'm just...

pfff, I'm just tired, is all.

You going to work tonight?

Just for a little while.

But I'll be back soon.

I promise.

And you know what?

What?

Tonight's my last night.

I'm not going back there again.

Really?

Ever!

He's in go noogie wig!

There's uh, five of them.

Lee Barlow, Matthew Osmen, Lawrence

Colbert, Barry Sutton, Herbert Rauschen.

Great. Um, can we reach them?

Wait.

Lee Barlow stabbed

himself six years ago.

28 times to be precise

in front of his family.

Matthew Osmen, a strange

degenerative disease

that rots the tissue until the

victim collapses to death.

Doctors still don't understand.

Barry Sutton was found

dead on a Portland dock.

He had been devoured from the

inside by an unidentified insect.

The interesting detail is

they found a verse by Baudelaire

scratched onto his body by a knife.

Lawrence Colbert went mad.

He stabbed several children

who were on their way

home at the school gates.

The police shot him down.

And you know what?

They also found verses

tattooed on his back.

So, it looks like we

have no witnesses left.

That's it.

No, no, no, no, wait.

You said there...

What about Herbert Rauschen?

Berkeley doesn't have

any records of him.

In fact, they didn't

even recognize his name.

Do what you're told.

Hey, Rachel,

what a nice surprise.

I heard you were late.

Again.

I'm sorry. I'm not

feeling too great.

Ah. That's a shame.

Neither am I.

Would you look at this.

Look at this, this crap

I have to take. Hmm?

Yeah.

But I'm never late, am I?

No.

You said that when

I got to 100 grand

you'd give it back to me.

That's the last of it.

And what am I gonna tell the people

that brought you here, Rachel, huh?

You don't know them.

They're...

They're bad news.

Hmm?

Hmm?

You wanna leave us?

You? Queen of the whores?

After all we've been

through together.

Don't we take good care of you?

You do.

We treat you well?

-You do.

-Hmm?

Don't be late again, Rachel.

Ever.

No, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh, shh...

And you're mistaken.

It's 150 grand you owe me.

That's the deal.

Have you found anything?

There.

That's no surprise.

Dunquin.

That's here, right?

There's a Dunquin in

County Kerry.

Can you still access the

Irish university's database?

He's dead, Samuel.

They all are.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

but see for yourself.

They never found a body.

We need to look to see if he had

any link with the university here.

Doctorates, conferences,

PhDs, anything.

We need to see if we can get

a location on him, uh...

find an address

for him living here.

You better wait after me.

I love you.

Dino, come get it!

Come get it.

Dino?

Dino?

Dino?

Dino?

How the f*** did you

get into my home?

Through the drain pipe.

I can do incredible things.

You better get out

before I call the police.

We want the imago.

What you found in the aquarium.

It belongs to us.

Who the hell are you?

You took it out of the water.

You have to be the one

who gives it back.

Those are the rules.

Get out.

What the f*** have

you done with--

I'll touch

to where possible

after a long grief

and pain.

Tomorrow

before midnight

25 miles along the

road to the north

in Joy Hill

come out

with the imago.

Samuel?

-Sam?

-Sh*t.

Sam?

Samuel?

-Open the door.

-All right, all right.

-Just a sec. I'm coming!

-Sam?

-What's your problem?

-Sorry, sorry.

Are you okay?

Do you need help?

Yeah, I'm just gonna...

gonna clean it up.

Did you find anything?

You know, you were right.

In the mid 80s, Rauschen left his

chair at Brown to come to Europe.

Did various rotations

at English universities

and then he ended

up here in Cork.

Well, have you got an address

from the file in Cork?

No, they say he lived on campus.

There was an address in Dunquin

which he canceled

right before he quit.

What does it sound like to you?

Sounds to me like

someone who's hiding.

Who's running scared.

Have you got the address?

-You better let me drive.

-No, no, no, no.

-No, I'm going alone.

-What?

-Susan...

-I thought we were in this together.

Susan!

Look at all this. Do you think

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