The Gentleman From Hell |S1| Ep. 48

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There's the little bastard right under the bumper.

Got it.

Could there be more?

Uh, not likely.

I looked her all over before I got to the bumper.

Figured that'd be the place they put it, but being it's the most obvious spot, I guess I shouldn't shouldn't have given them so much credit.

Of course, I was the one who didn't check for them in the first place, so I guess I can't crow too loud.

So we are good to go then.

Looks like.

Although, we lost a bit of time with these back roads and monkeying around looking for the tracker.

Do you think we can still make it back by sundown?

I'll have to break a law or two, but I think we can manage.

All right, then let's be on our way.

Did you get a look past the window tenting while you were out there with them?

Just enough to see that there were two of them in the front seat.

Do you think they came to kill us?

Like I said, I think they may still be looking to get the pages.

But at this point, I don't think we should be banking on anything.

The only thing I do know for sure is the next time they come looking for us, we'll send more than just a single car.

All that's out here is a swamp and a dock.

Well, the dock it is, I guess.

Well,

I'm not seeing anything.

You don't think

that the church set us up?

Anything's possible.

Just keep your eyes peeled.

If the church was working with the prodigionists, they wouldn't have bothered having us followed to a place they sent us to.

They'd already have someone waiting here.

That's only if the world still made sense.

I can't disagree with you there.

There's an old plastic jug over here.

Some fisherman probably used it as a floater for his line.

Or maybe not.

Can one of you get that out of the reeds and bring it over?

And whatever you do, don't spill it.

I got it.

Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?

I believe I am.

Here you go.

Feels like it's got a little water in it.

Most plastic jugs don't have corks in them.

They do if you want to make sure they don't fill up while they keep your line out.

Do the corks often have a tiny silver cross pushed into the bottom of them?

Cap me on that one.

Do you smell that?

Yes, like the scent of a thunderstorm moving in.

So, the water in the jug

it's

rainwater from the storm that caused the great flood.

Just give me a few to check the place over before you come in.

Fuckers might be a little jaded after they got ran off and decided to sneak in here somehow.

I thought you installed those security cameras you could control with the app.

Yeah, I did.

I like money all, but there's no substitute for a real walkthrough.

I, for one, appreciate the vintage approach.

All clear.

Come on in.

There's only one way to know if this water is indeed the storm water.

What are you doing?

Then make sure you don't spill any of it.

According to the information in the files, the water won't evaporate.

So we need to perform a little test before before we take anything for granted.

So you're gonna microwave it?

Yes.

If the water cannot be heated to form vapor, then it won't boil at any temperature.

So if it is the real McCoy, what are we supposed to do with it?

From what I read, it seems it can be used to insulate objects from the power of the damned.

That alone could be a boon to us.

Well, whatever we do with it, we need to be careful.

There isn't much of it.

I wonder just how much the church has.

Probably a lot, if they're willing to give us even a cup's worth.

Does anything they gave you mention how many cisterns were filled?

Nothing thus far, but there's still a lot to go over.

That's not long enough to boil a thimble of water, let alone a cup.

True, but check it anyway.

Oh my.

The bowl isn't even warm.

Neither is the water.

I'd say this is the real deal, all right.

So whatever we put in the water gets blessed and can be used against the damned?

According to Brother Osrick, the cage they used from the damned was made from blessed metal.

And apart from letting her speak, it seemed to do the trick.

It's hard to reconcile with the banality of our surroundings.

Between us lies supernatural water, once fallen as a deadly rain upon the damned, washing away their cities in wicked designs.

And now it sits, unassuming, in a cheap ceramic bowl.

Carton, what are you doing?

Blessing some bullets.

I've been in this room for

I had no idea.

Hours and hours.

And just now I began to notice mist passing beneath the door.

And my head.

I.

I feel so strange.

The lights have been dimming and flickering for about the last 15 minutes.

And now they've turned a sort of pale blue colour.

With all this, I'm...

I'm going to guess that the hour is quite late.

Most likely drawing very close to

3 a.m.

Hello?

Is someone there?

I'm locked in.

Could you please unlock the door?

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello.

I'm...

I'm coming out now.

The halls are filled with fog.

The black cutrescence is everywhere.

This...

this...

This is not the same place.

Or it's the same place with something superimposed atop it like...

like a nightmare.

I'm

moving to the window.

I can see Cold Sparrow outlined in the fog

and yet it's not the same.

Just like this building.

There's a foulness to it, a creeping wickedness that seethes just beneath its cracked and muscled surface.

And it and it's slowly leaking out,

taking shape.

There isn't much in the annals of paranormal law that speaks to manifestations of this magnitude.

There have been phantom cities set high in.

They vanish with the sun, or when one draws too close.

The phantom escaping before

beneath its blood-stained sheet.

But not this.

This is here, all around me.

Is this the fate my father intended for me?

To wander this

place?

I...

I can hear someone calling out.

I don't know if I should answer.

What sort of thing could be here with me?

I must take the chance.

I don't want to be alone here.

I'm here.

I can hear you.

I'm...

Good God, what am I doing?

I'm on the top floor.

She's coming.

She's coming closer.

I don't know if I should run or.

I'm here.

Where are you?

Uh,

right over here.

Thank God.

I found another human being.

I've been wandering all over and there was no one.

I'm Marsha.

Marsha Hermes.

Ben.

Benjamin Vias.

Do you know what's going on?

I don't know.

I was told to come here.

My room was reserved and paid for, and then I woke up to all of this.

I was locked in that room over there.

And then the mists came.

And the door was opened.

What are you doing with that?

Oh, this.

It's nothing.

Just a handheld tape recorder.

I'm recording everything that happens, if only to prove to myself that it actually happened.

Have you seen anyone else?

Only you.

Everything's changed.

You don't think the

world ended, do you?

Is this the first time this has happened to you?

Yes.

Why?

Because I've been here before.

Several times now.

The important thing is that it

does stop.

Eventually.

So, no, I don't think the world has ended.

How is it that you've been here more than once?

It's hard to explain.

I wasn't quite certain it was real at first.

You said that you were brought here.

By who?

I'm a lawyer.

I was hired by a company called Sojourn to represent one of their members.

They wanted me to do everything off the radar, so they had me come here.

I was supposed to meet my client this morning.

And then all this happened.

Why are you here?

I inherited my father's estate here in Coldsparrow.

I've only been living here for a very small while, but

I've experienced some very,

very strange things.

Other than this?

More importantly, I've arrived at the belief that whatever's happening is the result of some sort of...

Well, some sort of conspiracy.

But I'm just a small-town lawyer from Upton Square.

I don't know anything about this place.

Why in God's name would someone involve me in a conspiracy?

I have no idea.

I was just a writer without a book before all this happened.

I thought my father had something to do with it, but I haven't a clue where you fit into things.

Your father?

Yes.

Edward Beers.

In fact, I'm only in this damned building because I believe.

It's a long story.

Suffice to say, we are here because someone wants us here.

But why?

I haven't a clue.

Jesus!

Sounds like it came from below.

A door slamming, perhaps.

Could it be another person?

Like us, lost and looking for help?

Possibly, but I'd rather not call out until they do.

Do you hear that?

Sounds like something cracking, like plaster.

Whatever it is, it's getting closer.

Might be a good idea to get out of the hallway.

Over there, that door's ajar.

I can't see a thing.

Don't worry, I have a flashlight.

Hello!

Why, you must be the new tents we all heard about.

Run!

Run!

Where are you going?

Everyone wants to introduce themselves!

Come back!

We only want to get to know you.

Where do we go?

Take the stairs, cut the end of the hall.

Hurry.

Hold on.

Let's stop here.

Listen, listen.

I didn't hear anyone follow us.

What the hell is happening?

What was that?

Did you see their faces?

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Mutated, Covered with wounds.

And rot.

I can't.

I can't.

This is...

This is unbelievable.

This is real.

I thought the same.

But it is real.

Deadly real.

We must keep our wits about us if we're to survive.

I think she's onto something bad.

Jump over the rail and

you'll see it's all just a dream.

a really

bad dream

Marsha listen carefully to me.

This is no dream.

It's real.

It's all real.

They want you to kill yourself.

Don't listen to them.

Listen to me.

I'm telling you the truth.

No, it's

not real.

It's not.

You're.

You're lying.

Liar.

Come on, Marcia.

Just jump.

You'll wake up and see it was all just a bad dream.

Just ask yourself, how could any of this be real?

Please, Marsha, for the love of God, listen to me.

Bend your hands off of me.

Please,

don't

just

he was right, Bet.

I'm wide awake now.

You should try it.

You'll feel so much better.

That's all I can bear to listen to.

Especially so close to...

to when the fog returns.

That model of Cold Sparrow, all those occult symbols surrounding the city, focusing upon the mansion.

It clearly had something to do with what happened here.

I wish to hell we knew where all those pictures he took went, because they weren't with any of the stuff in his stash.

I sorted out all the photos and whatnot.

Could have been real handy.

Which is precisely why they aren't there.

I know they led us right to them to get us here, but...

Just how much were we expected to get from Ben Stash?

Like, did they know we'd eventually learn about the the Sparrow Crest, the Lantern, the Underground Temple?

Or did we learn more than they expected?

Considering they killed Gaffney and clearly didn't want to, and we got a hold of Dr.

Loctrum and the Chime File, I'd say we put them off their guard more than a few times.

That, and we must have ruffled their tail feathers more than a little, or they wouldn't have gotten desperate and half-assed the trap on the tape.

Yeah.

I guess when you add it all up, we might just have been a little more than they bargained for.

Not that martial martial woman apparently she played right into their hands

that's only if she was really there in the first place what do you mean we know the damned have all kinds of powers think about what happened at the hospital i don't think the shambling dead were actually coming up the hospital elevators that mist was everywhere i could feel a sort of um

I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, but it was more like a spirit world, always changing and reflecting different things, Feelings, past events.

Became most aware of the change when Gio paid us a visit brandishing your left arms.

That wasn't real, it was a phantasm.

However, the horrible powers that called him into being were real enough.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: the world within the mist isn't reliable, nor is it merely an illusion.

It's a place of half-truths and foxfire.

We need to be careful what we take for real when it's upon us.

Well, it's about to be upon us, because here it comes.

Turn her all the way up, Pat.

Time to see if she can really hold her own against this stuff.

She's maxed out.

It feels like dropping off into a nightmare.

The world becoming unreal.

Quicksilver.

It's getting cold in here.

Man, fog's fog's already too thick to see through.

Then please come away from that spy hole.

There's no need to put yourself at risk by standing so close to the windows.

How's she holding up?

Everything's in the green.

No problems with the Jenny either.

Everything looks good so far.

Christ, it sounds like the house is being invaded.

They can come in the house all they want.

As long as they can't get in here, is all that matters.

And remember, Melissa, You put us all in danger.

The least you can do is talk to me.

Yeah,

fuck you with that bullshit.

I ain't buying it.

Come on, Dad, open the door.

At least let us come in with you.

It might be the last time you ever see us.

You led them right to us.

You're not real.

Your family's fine, Mason.

It's just trying to hurt you.

Break you down.

I know.

I know.

Are you two in there?

Answer me.

Jesus Christ.

That's Albert Whittle.

I hope you're pleased with yourselves.

You humiliated me in court.

Ruined my reputation.

What was left to me?

What else was I to do?

Death.

It was my only way out.

Of all the humiliation,

death.

I just wish it had been quicker.

I lingered for a while

before I came

here.

But I see Karma did finally catch up with you two.

We're all together now.

Forever.

Philip?

I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw your name pop up.

How long has it been?

How are you?

Always a pleasure, Lisa.

I've been well, just keeping my head down and staying buried in my work as usual.

Still in the field?

Or have you found a new calling?

Still in the trenches, I'm afraid.

Which actually brings me to why I called.

You have my full attention.

I've come across some unusual materials recently.

In one of them, I found various references to something called the Mist of Shield.

It appears in several tales wherein the damned are set free, or whenever Diablon is released upon the Earth.

I seem to recall you mentioning something very similar in one of your lectures.

Yes, I believe I covered it in my treatment of Mephitican connections to traditional traditional notions of the afterlife.

If memory serves, I traced Chiol to the Methitican realm of Angro-Kerr, which was mentioned in the original codex.

I recall you mentioned it to be an intermediate realm of sorts between Diabolon and Earth.

Isn't that correct?

Yes, I believe Angro Kerr maybe was left of the original void, from which all things originally sprang.

It's the only thing that was not created by the Godhead.

Are you still there?

I'm getting a lot of distortion.

I'm still here.

That's

all quite interesting.

But what about the mists themselves?

How do they figure into it?

The connection between the mists and Angro-Kerr is revealed in the third declaration, where Diabalon is glimpsed at the bottom of a vast, gaping pit.

There, the unnamed narrator proclaims, Angro-Kerr divides the planes.

Its missed rise up from between them.

A repository for all that has died and been forgotten.

It's at this point I speculate the remainder of the void may have become a realm for all that has slipped beyond the Mephitic and Cosmic style.

A kind of Sheol or Erebos.

A place of eternal darkness where lost spirits drift in silence, forgotten and unreachable.

And much like Sheol and Erebos, to reach hell, one must travel through it.

Philip?

Philip, are you still there?

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