Nightworld Page #4

- It's okay.

Don't worry.

- You look good in uniform.

- That was taken a

very long time ago.

- And who's that?

- It's Frank, my old partner.

That actually was the last

day I ever wore that uniform.

- Why?

- I quit two weeks later.

- What did you do?

Shoot someone?

- A kid.

Gang member.

He was 15 years old.

He had just murdered

Frank in front of me,

and I was gonna be next

if I didn't do something.

- Jesus, I'm sorry.

Jesus.

I'm sorry.

Really, I...

- [Brett] Where are you going?

- I have to leave,

you know, I have to

because I don't want to put

my foot in my mouth again.

- Wait, no, no, no, no.

Don't leave.

Stay, stay.

I want you to stay.

(soft romantic music)

(eerie shrill humming)

(woman laughing)

(soft ominous music)

(ominous intense screeching)

(birds trilling)

(gasps)

(sighs)

- [Zara] Hey.

- [Brett] Hey.

I thought you'd gone.

- [Zara] I'm not going anywhere.

(slow soft music)

Couldn't sleep?

- Bad dream.

- I can fix that.

(slow soft music)

(birds trilling)

- What the...

(slow eerie music)

(gate creaks)

(moves into slow piano music)

- And you touched nothing?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Martin, please.

- Look, I checked the monitor,

I saw whatever the hell

it was that was on it

and I called you.

In that exact order.

- It's fine, fine.

He followed procedures, Martin.

Exactly as requested.

Now, let us examine

the footage, shall we?

- See right there, you

know what that looks to me?

That looks just like...

- Are you certain

they are footprints?

- I'm looking

right at it, Jacob.

And what is it with you three

questioning everything I say?

- I see them, too.

We're have to go

inside the hangar.

Take a closer look.

Jake, I need you to

wait here, please.

- We are going inside?

- Now we are talking.

Let's go.

(slow eerie music)

(door creaking)

Coming or not?

(door slams)

- The door operates on a timer.

As long as we have the

key, we can get out.

- What happens if you don't?

- Please.

(footsteps crunching)

(camera clicks)

- What do you suppose

made these tracks?

- I have no idea.

- An animal obviously

got in here.

Need to look around.

Find how it got

in and seal it up.

- [Martin] No.

We shouldn't.

I've everything we need.

We're leaving.

Now!

- [Brett] If we

don't seal it up,

we're gonna end up down here

every time something

sets the system off.

The tracks end here.

Martin?

Seriously?

- I've never seen anything

like this before, Martin.

We can't just ignore it.

- I'm not ignoring it, okay,

I just don't know what

to do until he sees them.

- I know that but we have to--

- [Brett] What the

hell is going on?

- Nothing.

Everything is under control.

- [Brett] Martin.

- I've got to make some calls.

We'll talk later.

- What's going on?

What's up with you two?

What's got you so spooked

about being in there?

- Tomorrow.

Let's talk tomorrow.

I promise, first

thing in the morning.

(elevator rumbling)

(intense eerie screeching)

- Oh, Jesus Christ, Jacob.

- I'm so sorry.

Could you please

take me upstairs?

Martin and Goran

left in such a hurry,

it appears they have

abandoned me. (laughs)

And Brett,

do not go into the hangar alone.

(slow eerie music)

(clock ticking)

(children laughing)

(birds trilling)

(thunder claps)

- Hello?

Hello?

(door creaking)

(thunder claps)

Hello?

(thunder rolls)

(bell buzzing)

Hello?

- It's me.

Can I come in?

- [Brett] I'll be right down.

- Why haven't you been

answering my calls?

- [Brett] What?

- My calls.

Why haven't you

been answering them?

- What are you talking about?

- Did I do something wrong?

- Wait.

Zara, no!

What are you talking about?

Calls?

I haven't been doing anything,

I haven't been

ignoring you at all.

- Just shut up.

(thunder rolls)

(Zara passionately sighs)

(Zara moaning)

(intense dramatic music)

(Brett gasping)

- What the... hell, Brett!

Are you okay?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- You don't seem it.

- I'm okay.

My head.

I thought you were...

- Anna?

- Yeah.

- Brett.

Talk to me.

Talk to me, tell

me what's going on.

(Brett panting)

Have you been in therapy?

- My friend Alex tried to hook

me up with a shrink, but no.

It's this place.

The visions, the dreams

are stronger here.

There's something

about this building.

Something bad.

- Brett, it's not the building.

You have to go to a doctor.

- No, these people

have been hiding

something from me

since I got here.

- Something like what, Brett?

- (sighs) It's hard to explain.

It's just there.

It's just gnawing away

at the back of my mind

and no matter how hard I

try, I can't ignore it.

These people are hiding

something from me.

I have a bad feeling

about this place.

(slow ominous music)

(Jacob sighs)

(bell buzzes)

- Hello?

- Brett?

It's Jacob Keaton.

I must speak with

you immediately.

- Jacob, how did you

get... never mind.

I'll be right down.

How did you get here?

- I drove.

I'm blind, Brett, (laughs)

I'm not in a coma.

I took a taxi.

- [Brett] It's four

in the morning, Jacob.

- [Jacob] We are

running out of time.

I think it has started.

- What's started?

Jacob, what's started?

- Oh, hi!

I better put some clothes on.

- Don't go to any

trouble on my account.

And you are?

- Zara.

- Enchant, Miss Zara.

Jacob Keaton, at your disposal.

- Pleasure.

I'm just gonna, okay.

- What's this about?

- Oh.

I shall require you to

accompany me to the penthouse.

- There's no one there, Jacob.

In fact, we are the only

people in the entire building.

I checked all the apartments

that Martin and Goran

said people were living in

and there was no one there.

They're empty.

Why are they empty, Jacob?

What is it that got

Martin and Goran

so spooked out earlier today?

- If you come with me, I

shall explain everything.

- Where are you going?

(slow ominous music)

- [Jacob] Open it.

- [Brett] I don't have a key.

- [Jacob] Yes, you do.

This way.

(soft eerie music)

(machines beeping)

There is nothing to

be afraid of here.

(machines beeping)

He is dying.

- Jacob, who is this man?

- Zahari.

His name is Zahari.

- The architect?

If this is Zahari that

would make him like--

- 150 years old, give or take.

- You don't really

expect me to believe

that this is the guy that

built the building, do you?

Come on, Jacob!

- Young man, I am

going to need you

to help me stop what I fear

is about to occur here.

- How can I help

you stop something

when I don't even understand

what you are saying?

- Do you believe in

the afterlife, Brett?

- Do I believe in the afterlife?

What kind a question is that?

No, I don't.

- This place,

this building,

it occupies a

space directly over

one of the seven gates,

each one, each gate

a kind of, how shall I say,

doorway to the other side.

- Other side?

- The Nightworld.

Land of the dead.

- Okay, I'm outta here.

- You must listen.

The remaining six gates are

scattered throughout the world,

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