The Magnus Protocol 27 - Driven

27m

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Kidnapping (carriage) -/- consumption [letter]


Incident Elements:

  • Kidnapping
  • Uncanny
  • Graphic Violence
  • Manslaughter
  • Employer Abuse
  • Mentions of: Sex
  • SFX: misophonia (kiss)


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Directed by Alexander J Newall

Written by Jonathan Sims

Script Edited with additional material by Alexander J Newall

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Featuring (in order of appearance) 

Sarah Lambie as Lena Kelley

Anusia Battersby as Gwendolyn Bouchard

Shahan Hamza as Samama Khalid

Tim Fearon as Augustus

Billie Hindle as Alice Dyer

Lowri Ann Davies as Celia Ripley


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Many thanks to the creators of the Magnus Archives for using their art to inspire change in Alicia's life.

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the Magnus Protocol

Episode Episode twenty-seven

Driven

Whose is this?

Whose is what?

This shelf.

Whose responsibility is this shelf?

Sam?

Hmm?

Whose files are those?

On the shelving unit behind you?

I don't know.

Colin, maybe?

Why, what's up?

It is a cluttered eyesore.

I'm sure Colin can sort it when he's feeling better.

If Colin returns to this department, it will be long after the Minister's visit.

I want this resolved now.

It's just some files.

It is not just some files.

It is a symptom of a disorganised office and an excuse for the Minister to insist upon additional oversight.

You will move them into the stationery cupboard at once.

I mean, I could, but then I'd have to stop processing cases, and you were pretty clear you wanted the entire caseload dealt with, so.

Gwen, I'll deal with it.

Very good.

Check in with me once you're finished.

Of course.

Thanks for that.

Look, I honestly wasn't trying to.

No, don't give me that.

You're loving this.

You've been sat there grinning all night.

Have I?

Yes.

Maybe I just woke up on the right side of the bed this evening.

Well, whatever it is, it stops now.

Um, I don't think you can order me to stop being in a good mood.

I can, and I am.

It's putting me on edge.

I'm so sorry.

In that case, I'll do my best to get bitter and cynical.

Good.

This should help.

Uh, what's this?

Your extra duties.

I thought you were sorting it.

I am.

By delegating them to you.

How's that good mood doing?

Struggling.

Look, I'll see what I can do, but I really do need to clear my caseload first.

Alright then.

Now, do you know where Alice is?

I've got a special list for her.

No, who's grinning?

Break room, I think.

Excellent.

Carry on.

You're welcome.

February 18th, 1845.

It is with some trepidation that I am forced to record yet another failure, as despite my certainty that none beside myself will read these words, I must be mindful of my becoming disheartened and strive against any loss of conviction.

While I have no hesitation in accepting N's recommendation, the particulars of the collapse must be confronted directly.

We have been undertaking this great work, perhaps the greatest work, for nigh upon three decades, and thus far are still unable to effect transmutations beyond those endeavors we each undertook alone.

We have some dozen of the finest minds of the age.

Yet it seems more wont to stagnate our thoughts and progress than to light within them that muse's fire of inspiration.

Is it perhaps the need for secrecy?

Is the clandestine nature of the researches we attempt, in its very nature, opposed to the work of both natural and unnatural philosophy we have undertaken?

Or is the spiritual aspect of our alchemical undertaking such that only the experiments of an individual can ever bear fruit?

No.

I must excise such doubts from my mind.

Purification is not only to be found in chemical processes, after all.

We had all of us reached the limit of what might be achieved alone.

If such were not the case, the Institute would not have been founded, nor would my fellows have selected me for its leadership, much less its name.

I must hold fast and continue my explorations.

February 22nd, 1845.

A curious thing has caught my my attention.

It is strange how the work of natural philosophy attunes one's eye to the things that might be termed unusual.

I was making my way to our London offices when I heard the din of a crowd approaching from a nearby corner.

The shouting of slogans and waving of banners marked it immediately as a Chartist meeting, and not wishing to receive another sermon on the necessities of reform and the urgency of radical constituency changes, and I moved to hail down a carriage.

At my call, two stopped close by each other, a somewhat worn-looking hansom cab and one of the newer Clarence's, one of those which my housekeeper calls, in her inimitable way, a growler, due to the sound of its wheels on the cobbled streets.

As I was travelling alone, my natural impulse was toward the speed of the hansom.

Yet the din of the meeting made me reconsider, as I have often found the heavier wood of the four-seater Clarence to make for a quieter journey, at least within the coach.

I was certainly in no rush, so I took a step towards the cab with every intention of engaging it, when something stopped me.

There was only a single coachman.

Not so unusual, perhaps, but something about the manner of his sitting gave me pause.

He looked straightforward, paying no heed to myself or anything else in the street that might call his attention, and he wore a long oilskin greatcoat, which draped over the entirety of his body, despite the dryness and unseasonable warmth of the day.

As I slowed my step, My eye began to take in more precise detail of the cab itself.

The colour seemed unusual somehow, the glossy black glinting like a bottle fly, and the joins in the wood seeming smoother and less angular than perhaps they should have been.

There was even a sheen on the plush-red furnishings, almost as though they had become wet somehow, and I could not shake the oddest sense of disquiet when looking at it.

I had no opportunity for further examination, however, as my momentary hesitation had been noticed by another prospective passenger, who promptly stepped ahead of me into the clarence.

It began to move away immediately, and as it did so, two things became apparent.

The first was that the very instant the door closed, there was no longer any sign of the passenger within the carriage, and it seemed once again empty.

The second was that as he pulled away, the coachman's greatcoat was caught briefly by a gust of wind, and in that moment, I saw without doubt that there was no border, no dividing line, no gap between the coachman and the coach.

They were somehow as one.

If this is as I suspect, I would be wise to keep an eye open for this vehicle, restrict myself to handsome cabs, and try to forget the unnerving sound the growler made as it moved away.

February the 26th, 1845.

I have found it again.

It took far less effort than I suspected it might, as I believe that it relies on the ubiquity and variety of cabs speeding around London for its anonymity, rather than the actual verisimilitude of its disguise.

Indeed, the longer one considers it, the clearer it becomes that neither it, nor the coachman, nor the so-called horses that feign to pull it, are at all what they appear to be.

I espied it once again upon the exact same street where it had nearly caught me, and I have no wonder as to the reason.

It is dense with traffic, and few pause their step or make note of the specific comings and goings.

I suspect it is a more than adequate hunting ground.

Upon sighting the thing, I hailed down a separate cab and bid it wait, pointing at the Clarence and telling the driver to follow it when it should have a passenger.

He gave me a look that I might uncharitably describe as insolent, but it took little extra coin to secure his goodwill and thus cooperation.

I then watched as a well-moustachioed young gentleman in a brand new frock coat flagged down and entered my quarry.

We followed behind for almost an hour, leaving my nerves frayed from the constant rattle of the thing moving over the cobbled streets and my driver's near-constant aggravation.

It did not stop, nor slow, nor discharge its passenger.

But after some minutes, I began to notice a subtle but unmistakable hint of crimson in the ruts it carved through the muck of the London streets, as though fresh dye were leaking from the joints of the rolling wheels.

At length, it disappeared into a covered alleyway.

By this time, evening had fallen, yet the lamplighters had not been about their duties, and my own coachman was adamant that he would take me no further after such a frivolous chase.

So it was, I left the safety of the cab and continued on alone, creeping into the darkness with naught to brighten my way.

I took what comfort I could in the knowledge that if I could not see, then I could not be seen, though it helped me little, as I was now possessed of an unspoken certainty that the growler had no need of eyes.

I consider myself fortunate that the coach thing was not waiting for me.

Instead, I soon found that the seemingly derelict alley alley was instead full of small, discarded scraps of clothing, as well as old newspapers and even an umbrella.

And of course, the freshest and least decayed of these was a frock coat, though I could not in any sense still describe it as brand new.

There is more to learn here.

Perhaps my recent frustrations with our progress and the increased scrutiny by Boyle's incessantly meddling inheritors have pressed me to put more significance on this than is warranted.

But I cannot help but feel that to understand this thing may be to finally unlock the world as yet unknown to us.

And in pursuit of that,

there is no cost too great.

March the 2nd, 1845.

It is done,

and I am surprised to find how little remorse I feel.

I have retrieved young Archibald Cameron's notebook and found it surprisingly legible, if somewhat soiled.

It is no great loss to the Institute, though I shall not be too open with the others as to the cause of his disappearance.

He was the youngest of our number and certainly the least skilled, which endeared him to several whose hearts are, in my estimation, too soft for the great work.

Even so, I was taken aback by how little dissembling it took to convince him to enter the growler and make observations.

I naturally made no mention of my nigh certainty that the journey would be fatal, but in almost all other particulars I was honest.

even to the point of speaking to him plainly that I could not guarantee his personal well-being.

Still, he was eager to to assist in the scribing of those notes I had emphasized were potentially vital to the advancement of the Magnus Institute's work.

Likely, he was simply overawed by my status as founder, but his excitement at this prospect was clearly genuine.

For all his youth, I am impressed at Archibald's conscientiousness, writing as he did so far into the process, albeit with some trouble towards the end.

The final few pages are naturally of a more frantic and pained character, but they also contain some of the most useful observations.

To his credit, his philosopher's eye was calm and accurate even in his final moments.

Well, perhaps not his actual final moments.

His analytical faculties begin to desert him shortly after the loss of his skin, and it is clear from the handwriting exactly when his eyes depart his skull.

This seems to have occurred some minutes after he finally accepted the doors were truly impossible to open, and in turn seems to have prompted his last, but perhaps most important deduction, that the rate of digestion, for lack of a better word, seems to have been linked to his own levels of fear.

Ironically, this discovery itself clearly caused him a great deal of that particular particular emotion, since the rest of his notes were little more than pained scribbles and crude invective.

I believe his final lines were cursing me specifically, but his penmanship, already so poor, was rendered truly unintelligible by this point.

My surmise that a paper notebook would not be digested or consumed has proven accurate, reinforcing my belief that the consumption process is supernatural rather than chemical, as there are no biologic stains other than blood smears.

Suffice to say, if the contents of this notebook prove true, it may indeed prove transformational to our researches.

That such beings exist, and not simply as myth beyond the fringes of civilization, but within the very heart of our great empire, may yet prove as important as any transmutation taking place within an Alembic.

And if there are things of such horror already in this world,

perhaps our great ambitions are not quite so foolish after all.

Time will tell, I suppose.

Hmm.

Alice.

Alice.

Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me polishing all the break room knives.

For goodness sake, that wasn't even on your task list.

No, but it's important if I'm going to properly murder suicide you, Lena, and the useless pain-in-the-ass minister when he arrives.

You know it's illegal to joke about killing an MP.

You know it's illegal to be a complete.

What do you want, Gwendolyn?

You ever get any weird emails?

I'm openly trans on the internet.

At work, I mean?

Not really.

Why?

What have you got?

It's just some old files.

The email address looks like gibberish.

I'd ask Colin, but he's, you know.

Careful.

Indisposed?

Yeah, well, I don't know what you want from me.

I'm hardly a computer with myself.

Hmm.

What are the files?

Just junk.

Old paperwork.

Nothing important.

Right.

Let's have a look.

You know me.

I love unimportant old paperwork.

Sorry.

Already deleted.

Oh, yeah.

Fine.

Whatever.

I've got better things to do anyway.

Like...

Clean all screens with isopropyl wipes.

Oh, for God's sake, I'm not doing that.

What about the minister?

Oh, for him, I'd use bleach and wire wool.

Maybe some pure chlorine to finish.

What?

No, that's not what I...

No, we're not doing this now.

Nice try.

Go do the list.

Damn it.

Miss Ripley, I do hope you've not been using the department printer for personal projects.

Wouldn't dream of it.

You should.

This place is a gold mine.

I take a carton of milk and a roll of toilet paper home every night.

Are these the ones Heaven sent over?

Yeah, I really didn't think there'd be so many.

The Institute must have been absolutely loaded.

Surely, they didn't actually buy all these?

Thankfully, no.

Anything they actually got the D to goes here.

These are the ones where they put in an offer but didn't close the deal, and this pile is is inquiries that didn't go anywhere.

Why not?

It varies.

Sometimes the owners didn't actually want to sell in the end.

Sometimes the Magnus guide would just send a bunch of weird requests then not follow up once they were answered.

Weird how?

See for yourself.

Hmm.

Why would they want a picture of the constellations as seen from the front elevation facing due east?

I mean, astrology is big in alchemy, but you'd think the answer would be obvious based on its location.

Doesn't make any sense.

Oh, how about this one?

Preference for properties with intact first-generation perchloro.

Perchloroethylene machines.

I looked it up.

Basically, super-toxic washing machines.

Okay.

Were they making a lot of these GEDIs?

I think so.

I get the impression most of them were done by phone.

The only ones here here are either sent by letter or done through Helen.

Hmm.

So, how can I help?

Well, I reckon we start with the sites they actually owned.

I mean, I think they might technically still own some of them.

I haven't been able to get my head around some of the legals.

Let's see if I have any luck.

So.

So.

Do we talk about it or?

We can if you want to.

Cool.

So what was that?

That was sex, Sam.

Pretty decent sex, actually.

I uh yeah, no, I agree.

But um

you know what I mean.

Well that depends.

What do you want it to have been?

Was it a bit of fun or two scared people trying to comfort one another?

That's fine.

You want it to have been something more?

Well I'd be okay with that too.

Even with everything else that's going on, we might be in genuine danger.

We might die.

That's true of every relationship, really.

It's just a bit more obvious with us.

What do you want?

I mean, Jack's always going to be my first priority.

But beyond that, I think I'd like it to happen again.

If you'd be okay with it.

See where it goes.

Yeah,

okay.

I think I'd like that too.

Great?

Great.

I can't stop thinking about.

This one in Oxford.

Yeah, me neither.

Oh, uh, yeah.

It was one of their last purchases in 1997, I think.

Uh, um, what do we think they mean by retail unit?

Well, the Hilltop Centre's a small shopping development just off Cowley Road.

It was built in the 80s, but it looks like the storefronts didn't exactly get snapped up.

Huh.

I thought you'd need to rent a shopping unit.

I didn't realize you could buy one outright.

Yeah, it's super weird.

So is the fact that they never really did anything with it.

Apparently it was set up as an outreach centre, whatever that means, but it was only occupied for a month or two.

Then they just locked it up and left it.

I mean, they only had a couple of years before.

Hang on.

Is this one of the ones that they still technically own?

Yep.

And the Hilltop Centre's been effectively shuttered for a while.

Meaning that no one's been inside.

Since 1997.

What you think?

Worth a look?

I swear, if I hear one more word about Trevor Bloody Herbert MP, I'm going to blow up Parliament.

How's your list coming?

Don't test me, Sam.

I have so many barrels of gunpowder and the blessing of the Pope.

Is it really that bad?

Lena's going mental over dust bunnies.

Gwen is so far up Lena's ass she can see daylight.

And oh, and let's not forget, we're all being stalked by a terrifying monster.

It is a lot.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Just feeling a bit more anti-establishment than normal.

Anyway, what are you two doing?

More magnusing?

Yeah.

We were thinking about having a bit of a field trip.

Don't worry, we'll keep it to ourselves.

Nah, screw that.

What?

Were you not listening to me when I told you about this thing?

I'm pretty sure we let it out when we went poking around that archivist room at the ruins.

I wanted to stop you before you did something stupid, but now we know you already did.

So maybe we can dig up something to protect ourselves.

Or even stop it for good.

I don't know about that.

The way Gwen talks about these things, sounds like that might be a quick way to get killed.

You didn't tell me the room was labeled Archivist.

Sure, we did.

No.

You said you messed up some sort of ritual design in one of the locked rooms and thought that might have released it.

You never said the word archivist.

Does that matter?

I don't know.

Maybe.

So, which of these are you planning to start with then?

The Huttok Centre, in Oxford.

Celia has a feeling about it.

How does she?

Would this be a good feeling or a bad feeling?

I guess we're going to find out.

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