Scream of the Banshee Page #3

Just in case.

Otto.

Yeah.

Do you realize

how pathetic you sound?

Yeah. Very.

And somehow

it's the very reason

I find myself

attracted to you.

And, so you don't

want me to come in...

No, no, I'm okay.

Hey, but, maybe next

time, I'll walk you home.

All right.

Twenty years ago,

we went on an excavation,

in these wedge caves.

One in particular

was called Labbacalle

or Hag's Bed.

During our dig,

we found a cryptic map

that was left to us

by early settlers.

Using the map, we went

into some underground caverns.

That's where we discovered an

armory buried deep within the walls.

Artifacts brought to America

from Limerick City in Ireland.

Then Duncan

found that box.

So he brought it back

to the school?

He was obsessed

with opening it.

That was one of the things

that led to his dismissal.

Why didn't he take it with

him? Why bury it in the wall?

I don't know.

What did he think

he'd find inside the box?

He believed

it was a weapon.

And I'd like to know

what he meant by that.

Come on, please, pick up.

Pick up.

Hey, this is Otto. Sorry I missed

you. Leave a message. Thanks.

A head?

That's what was in this box

the entire time?

We need to find Duncan

and then I won't

bother you again.

Or you can tell me

why your handwriting

matches the handwriting

on this map.

When you asked me why Duncan

didn't take the box with him,

it was me, I was the one

that buried it in the walls.

To hide it from him!

Why did you

lead us to it?

Oh, no, no, no, dear.

I wasn't the one that sent

you the gauntlet or the map.

That was him.

I'm sure of that.

How did he know

where it was?

He always gets

what he wants from me.

I tell you, he lost touch

with reality long ago.

He's a very

dangerous man.

I'll take my chances.

The Templar Box is

Broderick Duncan's folly.

When you go

chasing windmills,

all you end up doing is

hurting the ones you love.

Good day.

No, no, this is your

mom's classroom...

...an unexplainable

phenomenon.

It appears to be...

Come on, Janie, pick up.

Janie.

Kurtis.

What is your mom

involved in?

I want to go home.

Janie. Janie.

Janie!

Janie!

Janie!

Janie!

Something got to her.

It tried to

get to me earlier.

It's the same thing

that tried to get to you.

Wasn't it?

Yes.

I think...

I think it might be

a banshee.

Otto... You have any other theories?

What did Page say?

Not much.

Janie called.

Before...

What did she say?

I don't know.

Where... Where is it?

Come on.

Come on, pick up. Pick up.

It didn't kill her

until she screamed.

Why didn't you pick up?

You could've helped her!

I didn't hear it.

This is your fault.

Look, Otto... She's dead. Janie is dead.

I don't want to hear you trying

to rationalize this anymore.

How are we going to

stop this thing?

What are you doing here?

When you came by

to see me earlier,

part of me was excited

that the mystery of opening up the

box was finally going to be over.

Then I realized something.

I was going to have to

see him again.

Where is the box?

If this was used

to trap that thing before,

then we could use it

again somehow, correct?

Only Duncan knows

how all this works.

Against my better judgment, we're

going to have to pay him a visit.

He started it.

He's going to

help us stop it.

Shayla was here?

Can you hear that?

Uh-huh.

Yeah?

It's all yucky in there.

Are you okay?

Maybe you should

blow in it again.

You know, just to make sure.

Wanna check my ears now?

Kurtis?

Shayla.

Shayla. Shayla!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, my God.

It was horrible.

It was so real.

It was so real.

Because it was real.

Oh, Shayla.

Shayla.

Mom!

Mom...

Mom, what the hell

is going on?

What are you looking for?

Leverage.

The Bean Si was

persecuted like myself.

It didn't have a choice.

Its voice was silenced.

Its cause, perverted.

Common to royalty,

hunted and pursued

in an animalistic

pursuit of power.

Its crime?

To ask royalty to bow,

to submit to its cry.

That's what I've been

trying to say.

The banshee screams because

it wants you to scream.

That's why you can't give in

to it, give it what it wants.

If you do that,

it owns you.

My tail is long,

my coat is brown.

I like the country,

I like the town.

I can live in a barn

or live in a shed.

And I come out to play

when you are in bed.

My tail is long,

my coat is brown.

I like the country,

I like the town.

Or live in a shed.

And I come out to play...

Mom, look out!

Kurtis.

We gotta get out.

We gotta get out of the car.

Shayla, get out of the car!

Get her out.

Get her out!

Get her away!

Kurtis.

Kurtis!

You gotta stay back.

You can't do

anything for him.

No...

Otto, get the cross!

Okay. Hold her.

I'm here. I'm here, Kurtis. I'm here.

Keep Shayla safe.

She's safe.

It's okay. I'm here.

Kurtis, I'm here, okay?

It's okay.

Kurtis. Kurtis!

Professor, we got to go.

We gotta get out. Go.

Go. Get the gun.

Get the gun.

Come on.

It's okay. It's okay.

Let's go.

It's okay. It's okay.

Where are we going?

We are so dead.

Mom, please.

We need to help him.

This is crazy!

Shut up!

Doesn't anyone care?

People are dying!

I realize we're

dealing with crazy.

But the only hope we have

of stopping this nightmare is

with that professor up there.

And if there's one chance of

saving my baby, I'm taking it.

I say we keep walking.

Fine.

Whatever.

Are you sure

he's here?

Yeah, he's here.

Broderick, dear.

It's Frederick.

You know what this is about. Open up.

We know you're in there.

My name is

Professor Moira Whelan

and I've got

something of yours.

I'm sure you'd like

to know what was in it.

You're gonna need this.

What is this

place anyway?

His home.

But he likes to

call it Labbacalle.

Open up, Broderick.

Get down.

Give me the cross.

Give it to him!

No!

He'll kill us.

Who's shooting?

Run!

Give me the cross!

Get in!

Oh, my God.

This guy is a lunatic!

He's going to kill us.

You really think that's going

to stop Old Man Crazy out there?

Now you've heard the

screams, you bastard.

Home run, princess.

Come on out.

I mean all of you.

I will splatter princess'

brains all over the place.

But I will negotiate.

You must believe I was right, otherwise

you wouldn't be here, would you?

I was right.

Tell me I was right.

We're running out of time. I

know you can stop this thing.

Say it. "You were right,

Duncan," and I'll consider it.

Say it!

You were right.

That's it?

And I'm sorry.

Good.

I can stop it.

But I will do it

my way.

Okay.

Long ago,

a Templar Knight,

a prince

with royal Irish blood,

devised a way

to trap a banshee's scream

as a way to share it

with his enemies.

Enemies?

He martyred himself

to the curse.

My main intent

to lead you to my box,

not as revenge,

I was sending a message.

Your message has already

killed three people.

Really?

I hoped for more.

But there's still time.

What an exquisite design.

But will it

stop the banshee?

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