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MARTIN
Streets. By Martin K. Blackwood.
The streets are hard in London.
Paved in old secrets, the hot smell after the rains.
The threads of people walking, living, lovi–
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[FOOTSTEPS]
MARTIN
You’re sure about this? He did tell us to go home…
TIM
Yeah, and then he said, “Sorry for everything”. Something’s up.
MARTIN
You don’t think he’s going to… y’know…
TIM
I don’t know. But he’s going to do something, and it’s going to be bad. And I don’t mean like ‘sneaking a cigarette’ bad. Like properly bad.
MARTIN
So we need to help him?
TIM
We need to stop him.
MARTIN
And… we needed my tape recorder because…
TIM
Because something tells me we’re going to need evidence by the end of today. I don’t want to wind up in court without something to back me up.
MARTIN
Court?
TIM
Yeah. Er, tribunal if we’re lucky, inquest if we’re not.
MARTIN
You did use a new tape, didn’t you?
TIM
Yeah, I took one off the pile.
MARTIN
Was it blank or… Tim?
TIM
It was blank.
MARTIN
He’s never going to speak to us again.
TIM
Don’t get my hopes up.
[DOOR OPENS]
MARTIN
John?
TIM
Aaaaaand he’s gone. Thought so.
MARTIN
You don’t think he’s going to…
TIM
I don’t know, Martin! I think he’s going fully off the deep end, is what I think. If he hasn’t already.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[FOOTSTEPS]
MARTIN
Look, I know you don’t like him…
TIM
Got that, did you?
MARTIN
But I’m not going to help you get him fired.
TIM
Martin! What do you think is happening here? This isn’t office politics. It’s not like he’s had one too many at the Christmas party and started ranting about the Greeks. Whatever is happening here it’s literally supernatural.
MARTIN
Really? Isn’t that a little… y’know?
TIM
No, it isn’t “a little y’know”. There is something in this place, and it’s messing up our heads. It watches us all the time. It stops me quitting. I’m pretty sure it would stop Elias firing John even if he decided to try actually running the place for once.
MARTIN
You’re sure you don’t just want to stay?
TIM
I’m sure.
MARTIN
But, like, deep down –
TIM
No.
MARTIN
Oh.
…
So you really think the Institute is, what, haunted?
TIM
I used to. Now I think it’s worse.
MARTIN
Worse how?
[CRASH OF DOOR BREAKING]
NOT!SASHA
[Heavily distorted] Jooooohhhn!
[SOUNDS OF TIM & MARTIN BEING SURPRISED]
TIM
Oh god! What the hell was that?!
MARTIN (BACKGROUND)
Oh no nonononono!
[A ROAR, SOUNDS OF FRANTIC BREATHING, RUNNING FOOTSTEPS AND SCUTTLING MOVEMENT]
[TRAPDOOR OPENS]
[RAPID, SINISTER SCUTTLING MOVEMENT RECEDES]
[SILENCE, AS TIM AND MARTIN TRY TO REGAIN THEIR BREATH]
TIM
What the hell was that?
MARTIN
It… er… It looked… It kinda looked…
TIM
Oh don’t say it.
MARTIN
It did, though, didn’t it?
TIM
That wasn’t Sasha.
MARTIN
No. No, no, it wasn’t.
You don’t… you don’t think –
TIM
He told her to go home. Like us!
MARTIN
Yeah.
TIM
And she did.
MARTIN
Yeah.
…
It went into the tunnels.
TIM
Nope. No. Not happening.
MARTIN
We can’t just leave him.
TIM
Yeah, we can.
MARTIN
I’m going.
[FOOTSTEPS]
TIM
Martin!
Mar… I’m not coming down there with…
Damn it. Fine.
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ARCHIVIST
Damn. Damn damn damn damn DAMN!
[HAND SLAPS STONE]
I… I took Michael’s door. It was that or face Sa… the thing that was pretending to be Sasha. It opened into the tunnels. The tunnels. Not exactly the escape I was hoping for. I’m hardly surprised, must be its idea of a joke. Still, it is… it is a head start I suppose. I have no idea where in the tunnels I am. Or how far down.
At least it didn’t leave me trapped in some corridor hellmaze… a different corridor hellmaze, at least.
So I suppose I just… I just wait for now. I don’t think it’s going to just give up, and I can’t risk attracting its attention. It might already be down here with me. Just stay quiet.
Stay hidden.
…
God, I’m an idiot. Smash the table, kill the monster, stupid! Lazy, sloppy assumption. Of course the table was binding it. The table is webs and spiders. Spiders are something else. They don’t help each other, they oppose, they… they weaken. It was caught in a web, and I… All the pieces were there. And I just… I couldn’t see it.
…
I don’t know how much tape I have left. I’m going to stop recording. To conserve it. If –
NOT!SASHA
[DISTANT] Jooooohhhnnnn…
ARCHIVIST
Oh Christ.
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MARTIN
What now? We need to hurry.
TIM
Shhh!
…
I thought I heard something up ahead.
MARTIN
I didn’t hear anything. Why, do you think it was the Sasha-thing?
TIM
Will you shut up about that. It wasn’t anything like her.
MARTIN
No, I know, but I mean… like, if you really stretched her out…
TIM
We’re never going to find him down here.
MARTIN
So go get some help.
TIM
Er… Elias is probably still in his office.
MARTIN
I thought you said he was a waste of a suit.
TIM
Yeah, well he’s better than nothing.
MARTIN
If you want to go, I understand.
TIM
I… I’m not just going to leave you down here.
MARTIN
You were all about quitting.
TIM
Oh, for God’s sake, this isn’t about you.
MARTIN
It never is.
TIM
Alright, fine. Fine. What do you want? What’s your light at the end of these spooky damn tunnels? And don’t say ‘everyone happy forever’, because that’s not happening.
…
Well?
MARTIN
I don’t know. I don’t know! I want to find out what’s going on. I want to save John. I want everyone to be fine, and, you know what? If we were all happy that wouldn’t actually be the end of the world.
TIM
Fine.
MARTIN
No, no it’s not “fine”. You’ve been going on and on and on about how alone you feel because John’s not taking your feelings into account while he’s having his breakdown, but you’re just doing the same thing. We’ve all been going through this, Tim, but you’re the only one who’s been running away.
TIM
Okay, okay. Look, let’s keep going. There’s nobody here.
MICHAEL
Yes there is.
TIM
Stay back!
MICHAEL
No.
MARTIN
Who are you?
MICHAEL
I’m Michael. Did the Archivist not tell you about me?
MARTIN
No?
MICHAEL
Good. Surprises are better.
TIM
What are you doing down here?
MICHAEL
Probably watching the Archivist die. Maybe not. Either way is amusing. I… I think it’s called ‘a sport’.
TIM
What?
MICHAEL
I think I might also kill you. It would be easier than killing the Archivist. None of you are protected down here.
MARTIN
No, no, now hang on…
MICHAEL
You are going to try and help him. And I want to see what happens without you there.
TIM
Martin…
MARTIN
No, no, okay, because there’s two of us and there’s one of you, okay. He’s not killing anyone!
TIM
Martin, look at his hands!
MARTIN
Oh.
TIM
Go!
[SINISTER DOOR OPENS]
[FOOTSTEPS]
[MICHAEL LAUGHS]
[SINISTER DOOR SHUTS]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[Distorted] Where the hell are we?
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[HEAVY BREATHING AND SOFTLY CREEPING FOOTSTEPS]
ARCHIVIST
I have no idea where I am. There were stairs. I, I, I kept going lower. No arrows pointing down, though, which is… good? I don’t know. I found a weapon. Of sorts.
[RINGING OF A METAL PIPE AGAINST A WALL]
I don’t know if it’ll help. I mean, it’s not going to help. I can’t fight it with a pipe. I’m tired just carrying it. But it does make me feel a bit better, so… so that’s something.
I keep thinking I might have gotten away, but I think it can sense me… uh, at least a bit. I can hide for now, I think, but I don’t know for how long. I can’t kill it. I heard the tape. It erased Sasha, just like that. Deleted her from the world. I just hope this tape works the same, that my voice remains intact. Even if I’m gone, even if it wears a face that people think is mine, pulls me apart, becomes me. Listen, it’s not me! Whoever hears this: it is not me.
I don’t even remember what she looks like. Even now that I know, now I’ve seen it twisted and… I still don’t remember her. The only face I can picture is…
NOT!SASHA
[Distant] Jooooohhhhn… Jooooohhhhn… Come out, come out, wherever you are.
[SCARED BREATHING]
It’s okay John; it’s Sasha. Reliable old Sasha.
Nothing to be afraid of.
…
You seem stressed, John. You’ve been under a lot of pressure. You should talk about it. Have a real good chat. You like talking, don’t you, John?
…
I’m going to wear you, John. I’m going to wear everything you are. Like you never existed. No-one will even know. And it will hurt. Oh, yes, it will hurt. It hurt Sasha.
ARCHIVIST
Shut up!
NOT!SASHA
[Close and distorted] There you are.
[HEAVY BREATHING AS IF RUNNING]
[WEIRD SCUTTLING MOVEMENT]
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[Dialogue is very distorted until next CLICK]
TIM
Where the hell are we?
MARTIN
I don’t know. I thought… I thought the door led further down.
TIM
I don’t think we’re under the Institute anymore.
MARTIN
What was that thing?
TIM
I’m trying not to think about it. It makes my head feel weird.
MARTIN
Well? Wh… which way do you think?
TIM
Er… Right. Let’s go right.
MARTIN
[SIGH] Fine. I don’t think this thing’s working properly. It k-keeps making this weird noise.
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[HEAVY BREATHING SLOWS]
NOT!SASHA
I’m glad we got a chance to run, John. It makes it so much more satisfying.
Do you have any idea how long I watched you? You and your little… acolytes. I hated it.
Let me tell you a story. You like stories; we can even call it a statement if you want.
Once upon a time there was a monster, but no one realised. Sometimes someone did and then they were scared, so that was good. But one day a nasty man came along. A nasty man who tricked the monster and wrapped it all in webs and tied it to a table.
So the monster got its friends to carry the table all around, and it still got to take faces and scare people. Then one day it was sent to the house of its enemy, which had the biggest eyes you ever did see. The monster was sent there to steal all its secrets, but it was sad because it couldn’t scare anyone any more.
Then finally, after what seemed like forever, a stupid, arrogant, little man cut the webs and set the monster free. Free to kill and scare whoever it wanted.
So thank you. I did leave what clues I could but I never dared hope you would actually release me.
[MENACING SATISFIED LAUGHTER]
I must confess, though, I almost enjoyed watching you scurry around. Desperately missing the point. At least I knew what I was looking for. You really aren’t even a shadow of your predecessor. You’re nothing. Even I would make a better Archivist than you.
Maybe I will.
You’ll miss the Unknowing, of course, but you wouldn’t understand it anyway.
ARCHIVIST
[Whispering] I’m sorry. Martin, Tim… Sasha. I’m so sorry. I should have… I didn’t… I’m sorry.
God, I’m so sorry.
NOT!SASHA
I wonder, if I wear you, will I really become the Archivist? Rob the eye of its pupil?
Probably not. Better to just kill you I think.
Yes. I think that would be best.
ARCHIVIST
[Whispering] Please forgive me. If you’re still alive… if… if you hear this. Get as far away from the Magnus Institute –
[GASP]
NOT!SASHA
Found you.
ARCHIVIST
No. Please…
NOT!SASHA
Sorry, John, but this is –
[SOUND OF STONE AND BRICK SUDDENLY SHIFTING. A SCREAM FROM THE NOT!SASHA.]
[SILENCE]
ARCHIVIST
What?
[SLOW FOOTSTEPS]
MYSTERY FIGURE
Mr. Sims?
ARCHIVIST
Yes.
MYSTERY FIGURE
I think it’s time we had a talk.