HAYWARD SANITARIUM EPISODE 15: POSESSION

BY DAVID JOHNSON
BASED UPON CHARACTERS BY DAVID JOHNSON AND MATHEW BAUCCO
COPYRIGHT 2016
www.haywardsanitarium.com

TEASER: CHRISTMAS, GERMANY 1899.

MUSIC:

CLASSICAL CHRISTMAS MUSIC FADE UP AND

DOWN (Silent Night would be period accurate)

SFX:

CRACKLING FIRE, KIDS PLAYING, CHRISTMAS

AMBIANCE

HEINRICH:

Its wonderful to be back home with the

children. There is nothing like Christmas in
Bavaria. In Haiti, Franziska, It is never snowing
such as this.

FRANZISKA:

I am glad you are happy, Heinrich. You deserve

to be happy, and you deserve to be home. You
have served Germany well.

HEINRICH:

Thank you, you're sweet. More wine?

FRANZISKA:

Yes, I will. Look at little Hermann, he's such a

little soldier. He adores the uniform you gave
him. A brilliant present. Cheers.

SFX:

WINE POURS, GLASSES CLINK

HEINRICH:

I wish I could do more for the children. We lost

years with them while I was in the Foreign
Service.

FRANZISKA:

Oh, stop being so gloomy, Heinrich. In a few

days we will be in a brand new century... just
think what could lie ahead for the children in

the 20th century. There, now you're smiling.

Here... won't you open my gift finally?
HEINRICH:

Of course I will, Frau Goring.

FRANZISKA:

Merry Christmas, my husband.

SFX:

WRAPPING PAPER

HEINRICH:

My Its heavy. What is this? A bell? "Swallow,

1784" Oh, Franziska... How did you ever
manage this?

FRANZISKA:

You remember then?

HEINRICH:

How could I forget. The bell from that old

shipwreck we found on the beach in Haiti that
afternoon when we...

FRANZISKA:

Those were good days, Heinrich.

HEINRICH:

Thank you, leibling. Its a wonderful gift. When I

look upon it, I will always think of it as a magic
charm.

SFX:

FAINT CHIMING OF BELL AND SOUND OF THE

SLAVE FIGHT FROM EP 14

INTRO MUSIC
SCENE

INT. SANITARIUM

SFX

OLD METAL ELEVATOR DOORS

HALLEY:

The research archives are on the top level,

John. It used to be the Attic.

AJEMAN:

Ok, Damn, I can never figure this old elevator

out

HALLEY:

Here, you need to turn the switch before it will

go up.

SFX:

CLICK, ELEVATOR STARTS

AJEMAN:

Thanks, Halley. I swear we take our lives in our

hands every time we step into this rickety old
thing.

HALLEY:

Im sure it was the state of the art when they

installed it.

AJEMAN:

Next time well take the stairs.

SFX:

ELEVATOR STOPS. DOORS OPEN. FOOTSTEPS.

AJEMAN:

You all right? You look like you didn't get much
sleep last night.

HALLEY:

No, I really didn't. I heard about Richard and

Dermott on the late news last night.

AJEMAN:

Have you seen the morning papers?

HALLEY:

Yeah. The reporter on my doorstep had

already picked one up for me.

AJEMAN:

Have you heard anything from them?

HALLEY:

Not a peep. I'm worried as Hell, John. I mean...

there hasn't been any word about Justin at all.

AJEMAN:

That may not be so bad. Think of what theyre

putting Dr. Wakefield through. Its better if they
keep their distance. Were all being watched.

HALLEY:

Good point.

AJEMAN:

So you think the archives are going to have

more on the Fraternitas Trinacria?

HALLEY:

George knew about it. Somebody might have

done a little blurb on it and stuck it up here.
You never know what you're going to find when
you start digging around in this place... Some
times you can even find the archivist.

MATIGNON:

(off mike) Halley? Here I am! Are you alone?

HALLEY:

Its safe, Claude. You can come out.

MATIGNON:

No reporters? No detectives? Good. Have you

come up here to get away?

HALLEY:

That is a nice advantage. John and I are looking

for some material.

MATIGNON:

Youre actually doing work in the middle of all

this? Good for you! What are you interested in?
Perhaps I can help you find something.

AJEMAN:

That would be great. Have you ever heard of

the Fraternitas Trinacria?

HALLEY:

Also known as the Brotherhood of the Triskele?

MATIGNON:

Triskele? Why does that sound so familiar? Lets

start in the catalog... I'm going to check the
subject index while you look there.

SFX:

DRAWERS PULLING, PAPERS SHUFFLE

HALLEY:

There's nothing here

AJEMAN:

Thorton Heath...Tregeagle... triskele! Here's

one on the symbol at least.

MATIGNON:

Sorry, Halley, didn't find thing. How are you

making out?

AJEMAN:

Can we take a look at this one?

MATIGNON:

Oh yes, by all means. Here. Folio S67-b would

be right over this way... Um. Well, that's
peculiar... It's not here.

HALLEY:

Could someone else be using it?

MATIGNON:

Not that I'm aware of... Let me check

something. (MORE PAPER RUSTLING) Not here.
Perhaps... Oh, of course! I remember now. Its
in Dr. Bailey's old carrel. I was just cleaning it
out a few days ago.

HALLEY:

You're just now getting around to clearing out

Clarence's carrel?

MATIGNON:

Well... you know how those things can be. No

one ever really uses the carrels any more, I
forgot he even had anything back there. I
have all of the material on this table over here.
I haven't even gone through it yet...

AJEMAN:

We'll find it, Dr. Matignon. Thanks for all your

help.

MATIGNON:

It's what I'm here for.

SFX:

CHAIRS, PAPERS SHUFFLING, BOOKS, ETC

HALLEY:

What was that folio number again... S

something?

AJEMAN:

Wait a minute... John, look at some of this stuff.

What the hell was Clarence working on?
There's a lot of material on possessions here.
What have you got there?

HALLEY:

Neat. Its an old foundation research file... a

really old case. John! It's Dr. Hauptman!

AJEMAN:

The old guy who runs this place?

58 Halley:

It must be one of first cases. Look at this... (flip,

flip) I think this is the case history...its
handwritten. September 1925, Langbro
Assylum, Stockholm...

AJEMAN:

Could I see that? Halley, did you see who the

patient was?

BROOKS:

Hermann Gorring? Oh, my god! I have to read

this... Gimme the journal.

AJEMAN:

Here, take it. Do you read German?

HALLEY:

This looks like... yeah, " Munich: My first case

of the new year comes with hesitations ensuing
to good conscience. I am assured a sizeable
stipend and compensation, attractive to a man

who wishes to progress beyond his meager

student conditions. Surely it is interesting
enough, but the subject is a contemptible
man... one Hermann Goring, mid thirties, and
recently returned to Germany from the Langbro
Asylum in Stockholm where he was being
treated for an addiction to morphine. (FADE
INTO HAUMPTMAN VOICE)
HAUPTMAN:

His wife, in an advanced state of ailing health,

would like to have an investigation conducted
of supernatural and paranormal circumstances
under the guise of my supervising his
rehabilitation program. Herr Goring, a
decorated veteran of the great war has
embarked upon a new career in politics, and
discretion is key. His affiliation with the
national socialists is what concerns me most,
ignorant brutes who trade in hatred and fear.

SFX

STAMP STAMP STAMP MARCHING BOOTS. A

NAZI IS HANDING OUT LEAFLETS FOR A RALLY
ON A BUSY STREET.

BROWNSHIRT:

Come tonight, hear the truth, the future of the

fatherland. How we can throw off the shackles
of the treaty and bring Germany to a new,
greater glory! Herr Hitler has the...

HAUPTMAN:

Einschuldegin mich, mine herr....

BROWNSHIRT:

Ja!

HAUPTMAN:

I'm not from here, and I must admit I'm a bit

turned around. Can you tell me where I might
find Bergen Strasse?

BROWNSHIRT:

Bergen Strasse? You're not far off. It's one

street over, turn left here rand you'll see it just
ahead.

HAUPTMAN:

Ah, what a relief. Veilen Dank.

BROWNSHIRT:

Keine problem. (Hands leaflet) here, there is a

meeting tonight at the beer hall. Herr Hitler is

speaking, come and hear him. You will not be

disapointed.
HAUPTMAN:

(takes the leaflet) Again, I thank you.

SFX:

BROWNSHIRT GOES BACK TO SHOUTING,

FADES INTO DISTANCE, FOOTSTEPS, PASS
STREET WALLA, COME TO STOP, KNOCK ON
DOOR. OPEN.

HOUSEKEEPER:

Guten Tag. May I help you sir?

HAUPTMAN:

Yes please. I am Dr. Karl Hauptman. I was sent

for

HOUSEKEEPER:

Ah! Youre expected. Herr Goering has been

waiting for you in the parlor. Ill take your
things. (FADE)

SCENE: GORRING PARLOR

SFX:

POCKET DOORS SLIDE

ALBERT GOERING:

Dr. Hauptmann? How good of you to come.

Albert Goerring at your service. Oh, I see you're
puzzled. Herman is my older brother. It was I
who arranged for you to come. My sister in law,
Carin has fallen quite ill lately.

HAUPTMAN:

Now I am confused. Im a psychiatrist, if you

require a physician I can suggest

ALBERT:

Oh no, I sought you out specifically. And not to

treat my sister in law, but to help find the
cause of her bouts. You're aware that my
brother has been abroad recently?

HAUPTMAN:

Ja, there were some issues related to his

political affiliations?

ALBERT:

That's putting it delicately, doctor. Treason is

treason. If you're going to attempt a coup , be
sure it is going to work. But, Hitler is free from
prison, and my brother is no longer an exile. I

digress... It is less widely known that my

brother spent time in an asylum.
HAUPTMAN:

Indeed?

ALBERT:

My brother is an addict. He was given

morphine for wounds, and now he can't live
without it. He has become increasingly violent,
we had him admitted for his own good. And
ours. It helped for a while.

HAUPTMAN:

But he has returned to the drug?

ALBERT:

He never stopped. He has no intention of

stopping.

HAUPTMAN:

And you want me to help relieve him of his

dependency somehow?

ALBERT:

Not exactly, doctor. While that would obviously

be good, I sought you out for other reasons.

HAUPTMAN:

Oh?

ALBERT:

(Picks up book) I found your monograph about

the research you conducted in Prague to be
fascinating. The residents of the house were
completely convinced the place was haunted
by spirits?

HAUPTMAN:

Why, yes. I'm flattered, sir. And, frankly,

surprised. It was a very small press. However
did you acquire a copy?

ALBERT:

I've been very interested in such things of late.

And what conclusion did you come to? Was the
house haunted?

HAUPTMAN:

I must beg your pardon. The point of the study

was the psychological observation and analysis
of people who hold such beliefs, not to judge
whether those beliefs were true or false.

ALBERT:

Schnapps, doctor? Of course I know what

you've written, I'm asking what you concluded.

You lived there for a while, did you not? Did you
see nothing? No unexplainable events?
HAUPTMAN:

(Uncomfortable) ah....

ALBERT:

Perhaps discussing such things might

compromise scientific objectivity. Or one's
credibility. Yet, it appears to me that while you
are reluctant to draw such conclusions publicly,
you do not count out the possibility?

HAUPTMAN:

Just what are you getting at, Herr Goerring?

ALBERT:

Please, doctor, call me Albert. We should be

familiar if we are to trust each other. Can I trust
you?

HAUPTMAN:

All patients are afforded the assurance of the

most strict confidentiality. Without it, the
practice of psychiatric medicine is not possible.

ALBERT:

Yes, yes, of course. But can I trust you to not...

(To himself) ... We'll just have to see. We all
must make leaps, eh?

HAUPTMAN:

Again, I am afraid you have me at a

disadvantage.

ALBERT:

Herr doctor, I strongly suspect my brother is

under the effects of supernatural influences,
and I need your help. Indeed, all of humanity
may need it.

HAUPTMAN:

Herr Goerring...

ALBERT:

Hear me out, doctor. Of course you know that

my brother has recently been elected as
Bavarias representative to the Reichstag.

HAUPTMAN:

Yes, as a national socialist party candidate.

Congratulations.

ALBERT:

Hmm. Congratulations are unnecessary. Let me

assure you I do not share my brothers political
views. Nothing good will come from this. You've

been abroad, how familiar are you with the

Nazis and their goals?
HAUPTMAN:

I must admit I do not follow politics very

closely. However, it is my understanding that
they are strong advocates of breaking away
from the agreements made when the war
ended. They say it is why the country is in such
financial trouble, no?

ALBERT:

That's not all, doctor. They blame the Jews. For

a nation who sacrificed through a war they
thought they won and felt stabbed in the back
by surrender, they're an easy target. I suspect
there's more to it than convenience. It's pure...
Hatred. My brother isn't particularly anti
semetic, really. Well, not like the others, a few
are venal. They're monsters. But I am easily led
astray by such talk. Perhaps it's time we should
meet my sister in law

MUSIC:

STING

SCENE: CARINS BEDROOM

ALBERT:

(quietly) Carin, may I introduce you to Dr. Karl

Hauptmann?

CARIN:

Oh, not another doctor. I'm tired, Albert.

ALBERT:

No, no, my dear. This is the gentleman we sent

for, Carin. The one about Hermann.

CARIN:

(Excited) Oh! Of course, you must help him, Dr.

Hauptmann . Please. I feel he is drifting away.
Soon he will be beyond our reach. He talks in
his sleep, the things he says are terrifying. He's
talking to daemons.

HAUPTMAN:

Daemons?

CARIN:

I've seen them. Black eyes. But there's more.

So much more than that in the darkness.
Slithering. (Drifts off) And in the mirrors
staring back with firey eyes They scratch at
the walls. Whispering. You can hear them.

ALBERT:

There, there. Rest, darling.

HAUPTMAN:

She has epilepsy you said?

ALBERT:

Yes, thats what the doctors have concluded.

But its more than that. Her heart has grown
weaker each time she has a fit. It's like she's
being... Drained. While Hermann was in
Langeboro, Carin did not have any episodes. It
took me a very long time to make the
connection, but they occur when my brother
has certain episodes of his own.

HAUPTMAN:

Really? And what are those like?

ALBERT:

It's not unlike what she says. Darkness

descends upon him. It's like he becomes
something else. Someone else. You heard what
she said about the dreams.

HAUPTMAN:

It is quite common for veterans to have

dreams. The mind processes the experiences
of war, the compromises of consciousness,
repercussions of morality.

ALBERT:

Please doctor. My brother knows no remorse.

He's a born soldier. A warrior through and
through. But he's more than than. He's a
natural killer. A predator. Will you take the
case?

HAUPTMAN:

What makes you think he will accept me.

ALBERT:

Oh, he'll accept you. Eagerly.

HAUPTMAN:

Why do you think that?

ALBERT:

My brother is a drug addict. He needs a doctor

to supply him. While you feed one daemon, you
will have the opportunity to discover the other.

MUSIC:

STING

HALLEY:

(reading journal) I take the case. The family is

deep in the delusion, madness of the isolation

caused by wealth and power? Perhaps I am

studying them as much as I am treating
Hermann. Maybe more.
AJEMAN:

Theres a lot of Nazi literature here, pamphlets,

booklets. Notes scribbled in the margins about
Hitlers rise to power. Some psychology
references on persuasion.

HALLEY:

Ah, these are session notes: Our first session

was in the same parlor where I had met his
brother days before. But what a difference. The
room indeed had a different energy when
Hermann was in it. The man radiated power.
But his eyes had the gleam of hunger. The in
mistakable craving. He wasted no time. And
was very direct.

HERMANN GOERING:

Doctor. How nice to meet you. You've come in

the nick of time. I've been experiencing a great
deal of discomfort from my wounds. You have
the medicine with you?

HAUPTMAN:

Yes, I have a...

GOERING:

Excellent, give it to me.

HAUPTMAN:

Herr Goering, I have a small quantity of

morphine with me. But before we begin
treatment, it is necessary to go over a few
details. I need to be made familiar with your
case to determine the suitable course.

GOERING:

(Angry, then resigned. sighs.) Dont talk to me

of Of course, doctor. Perfectly reasonable.

HAUPTMAN:

Where shall we begin?

GOERING:

I was shot. I was given morphine then. For the

pain. Particularly difficult, uh, leg wound.
Insulting, really. Shot by an ignorant peasant. I
dueled in the heavens with angels of death. I
flew over poisoned fields of fire.

HAUPTMAN:

You sustained the injury during the war?

GOERING:

No, no. It was during the putsch. I was shot by

some wretched fool when we marched on the
reichstag. When the army abandoned us and
we failed, I had to flee the country. The
conditions were not exactly ideally suited to
what you might call a healthy recovery. They
arrested the furher. Have you read his book?
The one he wrote in prison. It's incredible.
Here... Take this copy.

SFX:

PAGES TURNING

HAUPTMAN:

Oh, I couldn't. It's autographed to you

personally.

GOERING:

That's not a problem, doctor. The author is

coming for supper tonight. Of course, you'll join
us.

AJEMAN:

Hauptman had dinner with Adolf Hitler?

HALLEY:

Not just once, John. Regularly and frequently,

Goerring kept him close at hand. here, he's
writing about the others in the inner circle
Rohm, Goebbles, Himmler. Listen: They meet
regularly. In better health since her last
episode, Carin plays host for dinner parties.
They go late into the night

HAUPTMAN:

Carin thinks Hitler is a charming man,

delightfully witty. Even I find his charisma hard
to resist, there is a magnetic quality about him.
Joseph is dark, calculating, intense. His humor
is always directed at the expense of others. but
brilliant. He can make people think anything,
do anything he wants them to. He holds a hate
deep in his heart, as does himmler. And then
there's Ernst. He is at odds with his own
sexuality, while he strives to suppress his urges
and hide his nature, the signs are obvious. I am
frankly surprised that they just accepted my
presence without a moment of hesitation. Of
course they discuss politics, but there are often
hidden messages and subtexts that escape
me. The "Jewish question," as Goebbels calls it,
is ever present in their schemes.

SFX:

FADE INTO PARTY SCENE. GLASSES, PLATES,

ETC.

HIMLER:

Indeed, mein furher, the Jews are hated by the

true patriots. They were the backstabbing
behind the surrender in the war, the weakening
of our nation, the dividing of our country.

GOEBBELS:

Whether they were or not, it makes no matter.

It's that the people think they did - that's
what's important. We unite them against the
Jews.

HIMLER:

Their foolish religion sets them apart, all

religions. They all pose threats to the new
order. Here can be no other challenges to the
Reich. It is only the Reich, all must be loyal and
true.

GOERING:

Certainly, we will be the only gods they need.

HAUPTMAN:

Goering is a fascinating man. He's their soldier,

their knight, their champion. They don't just
seek to defend their interests, they fully intend
to wage war and are bent on conquest. And he
will be the warrior, drenched in gore and
draped in glory. He radiates a hunger for
power, thirsts for battle. Lives for the kill. He
was committed to the sanitarium in langeboro
because of intense rage and violence
associated with his addiction. I've written to a
schoolmate who is in residence there and his
reply is very intriguing....

AJEMAN:

Here, I think this is the letter. Ah, it's in

English...

GERMAN VOICE:

My dear Karl, wonderful to hear from you. How

fascinating that you have Goerring in your
care. He was a notorious patient while he was
here. Clearly, we were not successful in
relieving him of his addiction. His record notes
that he frequently experienced sudden and
deep mood swings, as well as hallucinations.
Instead of the usual lethargic and docile state

brought on by heavy doses of opiates, Goerring

had reached a point where he became violent
while under the influence, not just anger or
even rage , but almost blood thirsty and at
times sinister. He was aggrandizing, expressed
delusions of grandeur, ranted about gods and
demons. When off the drug, he could fall into
deep depressions, stronger than one would
expect from simple withdrawal. He wept, and
would speak of self loathing, hopelessness.
Gradually, he began to level out, none of us
were really sure what we did that brought it
about, if anything. He is tremendously
arrogant. When he was discharged, he laughed
at us mockingly.
AJEMAN:

There's more here, other notes and such. A lot

of material. Transcripts. Swedish and German,
here are some notes in English. My god, this is
really disturbing stuff. This is one twisted dude.

HALLEY:

History kind of agrees with you. What's this?

Baileys handwriting, a worksheet. Bipolar
spectrum... Hallucinations, mood swings, rage,
voices in head, split personality.

AJEMAN:

Interesting, what's that say? Schizophrenia? I

don't know what this means here.

HALLEY:

Huh, Is Bailey diagnosing Goering from

Hauptmans notes? What is he thinking...? This
is where we could use a psychiatrist.... Don't
say it, John.

AJEMAN:

Right. We could all use a psychiatrist. Look at

this? An article by some one called Max
Dessoir. Huh... And here's a book by him.
German title. What does that mean?

HALLEY:

"The Double Ego" it's about dual personalities.

Here, the name is in the journal.

HAUPTMAN:

I have made arrangements to travel to Berlin

to consult with Max Dessoir. His recent article
in the journal Sphinx is tremendously

interesting. He coins the term

"parapsychology"...
DESSOIR:

...Parapsychology, yes Dr. Hauptman. That's

what I call it. Indeed, the human mind is a
unexplored landscape, we are only just
beginning to scratch the surface. There are
some areas I believe we may never truly
understand. But in the shadows and mist
where the mind borders other realms, this is
where parapsychology lies.

HAUPTMAN:

Fascinating, Herr Dessior. These cases with

psychic abilities are so intriguing. And I've
certainly witnessed spiritualism that can be
quite convincing. Do you ever worry about
what they will say about pursuing such areas of
study? Expressing such conclusions can be
detrimental to ones reputation and credibility.

DESSIOR:

There are always skeptics and naysayers. And

those who mask their fear with righteous
condemnation. We work on the frontier of
consciousness, Karl. We can't expect them to
understand.

HAUPTMAN:

Yes, I have known some difficulties that have

lead me to practice discretion.

DESSOIR:

Indeed, I can imagine as much. I familiarized

myself with your work when you contacted
me... While you don't come out and say it, the
subtext in your research into the "delusions" of
haunting is there. It can be better to keep
some things in confidence, yes. But here we
can talk openly. This case you wrote me about
is wonderful, the patient... Wilhelm?

HAUPTMAN:

Yes, (ahem) that's his name.

DESSOIR:

(slyly) Of course it is. He's manifesting all of

traits I outline in my book. A clear case of split
personality.

HAUPTMAN

But he is completely functional on a very high

level. I suspect the second self has taken

control and subordinated the primary identity.

But they seem to coexist - the secondary
controls the primary as a puppeteer would pull
the strings of a marionette, and marionette is
completely willing. There is no struggle for
control.
DESSOIR:

Ah ha, and you think the morphine is the

gateway to the second personality?

HAUPTMAN:

This is what I am beginning to suspect, yes. I

have come to recognize it in our sessions. The
second self is lurking in the shadows, I see
glimpses. Psychotherapy is becoming a game
of cat and mouse. Recall what I said about his
period of internment in the asylum. I do not
think he mastered his addiction, nor the
effects. I believe the other self took control. But
it is cunning and manipulative... Duplicitous.
Following Darwin, a well evolved and
biologically successful parasite does not kill its
host, it lives symbiotically.

DESSOIR:

A parasite you say? This is not a term I have

used to describe dual personality.

HAUPTMAN:

(uncomfortable ) Yes, well...

DESSOIR:

Yet it is somehow quite accurate, I suspect. You

sought me out not just for the dual personality,
but for the parapsychological as well. Speak
freely, doctor, you believe this .... Wilhelm as
you call him... Is possessed by another entity,
do you not?

HALLEY:

There are gaps here in the treatment log and

case notes - missing pages? It goes for years.
Hes tracking the doses of the morphine

AJEMAN:

Good lord, thats a lot of drugs.

HALLEY:

And then it just stops. Nothing but blank pages.

AJEMAN:

Here - take a look at this little book.

BROOKS:

Its his handwriting. Looks like a personal diary.

Hes living with Goerring now, moved to Berlin.
Stopped his other case work

HAUPTMAN:

...another Nightmare, perhaps the most intense

one in weeks. This one was a thick, dark
muffling sensation, like I was being wrapped up
in a tight sack that just constricted more if I
struggled.

SFX:

SHOVELING, MUFFLED CRIES

HAUTPMAN:

It became stifling, hard to breathe. A cool

weight fell on top of me, and again, and then in
a regular rhythm. I was being buried alive.
Suddenly I was floating above, watching a
dark, shadowy figure shovel dirt on top of my
body. And then I became aware of more
shoveling.... And more bodies. Hundreds and
hundreds and hundreds of bodies, ashen and
twisted, contorted and stiff from rigormortus.
Sunken eyes staring blankly, empty. Empty.

SFX:

DREAM SOUND ENDS

HAUPTMAN:

I was tired when I met Goerring for our session,

I could feel the tightness in the back of my
neck and saw the sparkles in the corners of my
eyes, heralding the onset of a migraine. Aspirin
had no effect, I anxiously awaited the sessions
end so I could take something stronger and
rest lest it overtake me completely. He's
insisted lately that our meetings take place in
his personal study. On the top floor of the
house, it's set away from the rest of the
activity, he says it's more private that he can
focus better.
Goerring has insatiable appetites. Particularly
for fine art and fine wine. There is always an
excellent vintage decanting when I arrive and
the study is full of objects de arte- paintings,
sculpture, antiques, rare artifacts. Over the
mantle there's an imposing portrait of a
bearded man with intense eyes that feel like

theyre following me. Spread before it are a

collection of curious objects.
GOERING:

Good evening, doctor.

HAUPTMAN:

Oh! You startled me, Herr Goerring. I did not

hear you come in.

GOERING:

Lost in thought, eh? I am not surprised. My

father has many a tale to tell. His possessions
were passed to me, each one speaks to me. I
always hear his voice telling their stories, they
captivated me in my youth.

HAUPTMAN:

Indeed? Perhaps you could share some with

me?

GOERRING:

Yes, but first, the injection, Doctor. My leg is

bothering me considerably with the turn of the
weather. Damn the hack who stitched me back
together.

SFX:

HAUPTMAN SHOOTS HIM UP

GOERRING:

Ah, that's better. Much better. Yes. My father

was in the foreign service for much of his life.
He spent years posted abroad while we stayed
in Germany with my Mother, visiting only
occasionally. But he always sent wonderful
curiosities from the places he was.

HAUPTMAN:

These items on the mantle here, are they

grouped intentionally?

GOERING:

These all come from Haiti. Father was posted

there for a period of time.

HAUPTMAN:

Is this...

GEORRING:

...a voodoo doll? Why yes, it is. The face is

quite ghoulish, dont you think? Like a skull.

HAUPTMAN:

(shudders) Indeed, chiling. Are the coins

actually gold? there are so many.

GEORRING:

Indeed. Pieces of eight, from sunken spanish

treasure ships. Artifacts wash up on the beach
regularly there.

HAUPTMAN:

This - a ships bell?

GEORRING:

Just that. It's my favorite of all the things he

bequeathed me. The Swallow. The ships
history is dark one, ha. It was an English slave
ship that wrecked just off the shore during a
hurricane.
(tone changes) Treacherous waters, wracked by
massive storms - like the hand of a god striking
the earth and razing it. Wiping it clean.
Purifying it.
Have you ever spent time at sea? Its magical.
A razor thin line between two worlds, one of
sky and one of water. The ancient mariners
captured breaths of wind in scraps of canvas
with pieces of rope, skating across its perils.
The stars of heaven above to guide them, and
below the murky depths the monsters dwell
we laugh now at the old sailor's superstitions of
seamonsters, but perhaps their fears were not
unfounded, Herr Doctor? Who knows what lurks
in the murky world fathoms below.

HAUPTMAN:

General - are you alright?

GEORRING:

Ah, yes. Well. The slaves that survived the

shipwreck escaped and disappeared into the
jungle. Even after the rebellion where the
savages took the nation, its said the
descendants of the Swallow still lived apart as
a cult practicing their ancient African ways.
Theyre all savages - everywhere. Look at these
items doctor - collected while my father was
posted to South Africa among the Herero and
Namaqua . The superstitious primitives all
make these little crude toys. Theyre simply
inferior to us, no better than cattle.

HAUPTMAN JOURNAL:

I could swear his eyes had taken on a different

look, his voice had changed. But I am so tired, I

have come to question my own observations.

Ive come to mixing laudanum to aid my sleep,
but it has no effect to silence my depths of my
subconscious mind. The dreams keep coming,
intensifying. Each one darker and more
disturbing.
SFX:

SOUNDSCAPE FROM EPISODE 1 CHAPEL

BURNING.

HAUPTMAN:

Last night I again saw the dark eyes of the

ghoulish skull, and felt his voice whispering to
me in a language that I could not understand. I
was trapped in a ring of flames, a winged
serpent winding around me, pulling me down.
The eyes, the flaming feral eyes, burning
through me. Calling to me.

SFX:

CARIN SCREAMING, WET COUGHING ADDS TO

SOUNDSCAPE
And I believe I am not alone. I can hear Carin
screaming from her bedchamber deep at night.
She has contracted tuberculosis and taken to
her bed. I try to do what I can, but her heart is
so weak.

HOUSEKEEPER:

Yes, doctor, I will check in on her every fifteen

minutes as you say.

HAUPTMAN:

Good. Her breathing is quite shallow, but the

fever seems to be breaking. Keep a close
watch. If she begins coughing blood, you must
call me immediately.

HOUSEKEEPER:

May I pour you brandy, sir? You look exhausted.

HAUPTMAN:

Ill pour myself one in the parlor. I dont want to

keep you any longer. Thank you Mrs.
Dunkleberg.

SFX:

DOOR

HIMMLER:

Good evening, Doctor Haumptan.

HAUPTMAN:

(startled) Herr Himmler. Herr Goebbels. What a

surprise.

GOEBBELS:

Were leaving soon for the Furhers speech. Did

I hear you say something about a brandy?
Allow me. This is quite exceptional. Found in
the cellar of a rich old Jew who got cleaned out
and carted away last week. Thieving bastard
did have good taste. Good enough even for
Hermann.

HAUPTMAN:

Danke.

GOEBBELS:

Prosit. And the painting, too. What do you think

of it?

HAUPTMAN:

Its very... striking.

GOEBBELS:

Ha! Thats fair. Ive never been one for

expressionism, personally. It supposedly
depicts the legend of the Teuton Women - are
you familiar with the tale?

HAUPTMAN:

Im afraid not.

HIMMLER:

When the ancient Romans finally managed to

defeat the Teutones, they demanded 300
married women as slaves. But, rather than
become the legions whores, the matrons killed
their own children and strangled each other to
death.

GOERRING:

(enters) The poet Lucan called it Furor

Teutonicus - the teutonic fury. Our true
ancestors were legendary for their merciless
rage in battle. Of course the women would
choose death before kneeling - before the
Romans or their gods.

GOEBBELS:

(sneers) Their foolish gods - gods crumble and

fall like their temples. Fill my glass while youre
at it Hermann. The Roman Emperors thought
themselves gods, and the pharaohs before
them. Fools kneeled before their altars. And fell
on their swords.

GOERRING:

What do you think makes a god, Doctor? Is it

just belief, or is it blood?

HAUPTMAN:

I beg your pardon?

GOERRING:

Blood, Doctor. Gods are drenched in it. Isnt

drinking the blood of Christ requisite to
entering heaven?

HIMMLER:

The ancients drenched their altars with the

blood of sacrificed beasts to feed their gods.

GOEBBELS:

Even the Jews god demanded blood sacrifice

from his prophets as proof of their belief.

HIMMLER:

What is slaying a calf or a lamb compared to

killing your own child? Even the Turks respect
Abraham.

GOERRING:

And the blood theyve all spilled for thousands

of years in that Holy Land. Killing for their
gods. How many deaths does a god need to
feed its power? Hundreds? Thousands?

HIMMLER:

Maybe millions. Their worshippers pledge

their souls to them in the afterlife. Or do they
surrender them? A fascinating topic. But time
grows short. Finish up Hermann, the car is
waiting outside. We mustnt keep the Furher
waiting. Are you riding with us, Dr.
Hauptmann?

HAUPTMAN:

Oh, uh as much as I would like to, I must stay

behind.

GOERRING:

Carin is not well again, Joseph. He must stay

close by.

GOEBBELS:

Of course. We all serve the Reich in our own

way. Take good care of her Doctor, the deep
love Hermann and Carin have for each other
inspires all of Germany.

HIMMLER:

Guten Abend, Herr Doctor.

AJEMAN:

What do these notes say?

HALLEY:

Weird. These are all about voodoo. What are

spirit vessels?

AJEMAN:

Vessels that contain spirits, usually some kind

of stylized ceramic jars, bowls, that kind of
thing. Preserves them. Traps them, cages
them. What else?

HALLEY:

Ok, so Carins mother dies unexpectedly, total

shock. Carin goes to Stockholm for the funeral
but is too weak - her heart gives out. Goerring
flies to her immediately - Hauptamn in tow.

SFX:

HOSPITAL SOUNDSCAPE

GOERRING:

Do something, you must save her. These men

are fools, not doctors.

HAUPTMAN:

I am a psychiatrist, not a heart specialist. She

is in better hands than mine. Come, you must
get some rest. The interns have readied the
bed in the adjacent room for you.

GEORRING:

I wont leave her. Sit with me. I cant lose her. I

cant (breaks down)

HAUPTMAN:

Just breathe. Let yourself feel.

GEORRING:

My nerves are shot. I need an injection. A

strong dose.

SFX:

SRYINGE BUSINESS

GEORRING:

Ahhhh - thats better. Much better. Thank you

doctor. Thank you very much.

PRODUCTION NOTE:
The morphine releases Goerring and Devin comes out. He goes from
sadness to resignation to sneer. The breaking of Carin is the last shred
of goodness. He becomes totally evil. Devin wants Carin gone.)
GOERRING:

Forgive me. Of course we know shes dying.

She has always been so delicate. So frail. But
so full of life, she was the light. But now the
wick is burning low, isnt it? Soon it will be

snuffed. Have you ever lost someone dear to

you?
HAUPTMAN:

It can be very difficult to let go of a loved one.

GOERRING:

Ah, yes. the doctor never talks about himself to

the patient. but I can see it in your eyes, Karl. i
can feel it. Weve become connected - the
bonds have been forged. Weve watched her
slip away together.

HAUPTMAN:

Her deterioration has been difficult to watch.

She has suffered greatly. Her epilepsy, the
consumption.

GOERRING:

Her death will be a release - for her and me. A

bond severed. She will go her way and I will go
mine. A piece of me will go with her.

HAUPTMAN:

It will be different, but life will go on.

GOERRING:

(sinister) Yes, indeed it will. And so will death.

On and on

CARIN:

(starts to stir and cry weakly) No, no. not

you. no, stay away. Not again. No The eyes
the hollow, burning eyes. (she begins
screaming and starts to convulse an epilectic
fit.) Hes here In the flames Oh no, help
me! Help me!

SFX:

DEVIN SOUNDSCAPE

HAUPTMAN:

Ring the bell! Doctor, help! Nurse, You help me

restrain her!

NURSE:

Oh god - her eyes

HAUPTMAN:

Shes coughing up so much blood.

SFX:

DOCTORS RUSHING IN. IN THE BACKGROUND A

CLOCK BEGINS TO STRIKE 12.

DOCTOR:

Her heart is stopped. Im calling it. Time of

death its precisely midnight.

MUSIC:

STING

HAUPTMANS JOURNAL: Access to the university has been one of the

best things about moving to Berlin. I'm
comforted in the return to the campus, but also
disquieted. The Nazis' ascent to power has
affected absolutely everything in the nation.
People are filled with passionate energy and
patriotism. It is practically a furor. And within it,
a darkness lingers, so many scholars have
simply disappeared. Gratefully, I was able to
reconnect with my old professor, Jens Schmidt
who held a chair in the Anthropology
department. He helped me tremendously
locating some rare books.
HAUPTMAN:

Jens, it has been years. Please, sit.

JENS:

Danke, Karl. It is good to see a friendly face.

HAUPTMAN:

I've just ordered coffee. You'll have some of

course. Waiter! My friend has joined me.
Another cup, bitte. I greatly appreciate your
meeting me, old friend. How is Inge and your
son... Johan, right? How old is he now, five?

JENS:

Good of you to remember. He's six.

HAUPTMAN:

Unglaubishe. Time as flown. I remember him

toddling about and getting into everything
while we tried to study.

WAITER:

Mein herren, your coffee. We have some

strudel fresh from the oven, might you like
some?

HAUPTMAN:

Jens? Ah, well no thank you.

WAITER:

Very well.

HAUPTMAN:

Allow me to pour. What's the young lad into

these days?

JENS.

He's all caught up in the Jungen corps, like his

friends. They run about in their little uniforms

like it is some kind of game. Anyway, I have the

books you asked for, lucky to get them for you.
They've been going through the library lately,
weeding out the books they find objectionable
and destroying them. Interesting selections.
Blavatsky? But you always were the
unorthodox one, Karl. Branching out from
haunting specters to the occult?
HAUPTMAN:

Ha. I may well be indeed. A current subject of

study is taking me on a winding path.

JENS:

This would be more like a turn down a rather

sinister alley. Be wary of where it might lead
you.

HAUPTMAN:

How about you? What are you working on

these days?

JENS:

The department has changed quite a bit lately,

faculty politics are complicated. My own
research is on hold right now. Im working at
the Kaiser Wilhelm Institute.

HAUPTMAN:

Hmmm, haven't heard of it.

JENS:

Have you been living in seclusion? Well,

perhaps it's a bit outside your field. The
primary focus is on heredity, following Eugen
Fischers approach. Do you remember Fritz
Haber? Im working with him on a project
cataloging these old African Skulls - theyre all
from South Africa, these blacks who rebelled
against our colonial government back in the
1900s Herero and Namaqua. There are
thousands and thousands of them. Hitler is
completely taken with anything to do with
racial superiority.

HAUPTMAN:

I beg your pardon? Did you say Herero?

JENS:

Yes, what of it?

HAUPTMAN:

Oh, uh, nothing. So you're there now? Are you

still teaching any?

JENS:

HAUPTMAN:

No, there was a curriculum meeting the other

day. All of my courses were struck from the
schedule for the coming semester. Apparently
the material was considered impolitic. I'm not
enthusiastic about what I've heard about the
institute. There's this fellow called Mengele,
whos been sending shipments in from the
camps. God knows what that's about. There are
whispers about experiments that are rather...
Unsettling.
What then?

JENS:

Oh, I don't even know. Quite a few have moved

on. Inge and I have talked about it. She has
cousins in the States. A chap I know in Physics,
unbelievably brilliant fellow, was visiting there
and when Hitler came into office, he simply
didn't return. Of course, he was a Jew. Not
particularly religious, but none the less. These
days, that doesn't seem to matter though.
Have you given any thought to leaving?

HAUPTMAN:

I have been approached by an American

research institute, the Hayward Foundation.
Where others have questioned, they have
taken a serious interest in my research into the
supernatural. Its an attractive proposition, I
must admit. But my current situation is
complicated

JENS:

Give it serious consideration, Karl. Anyway, the

Englishman who wrote that book there, Aliester
Crowley, hes taken up residence here in Berlin.

HAUPTMAN:

What? Crowley is here?

JENS:

I havent met him myself. Some say hes a

complete lunatic with his religion Thelema, he
calls it. Ive heard he fancies himself a
reincarnated Egyptian god, if you can believe
it. I knew youd want his number, here. Watch
yourself, Karl. Crackpot or not oh whats the

use trying to warn you. We all knew in school

that you were destined to chase daemons.
MUSIC:

STING

HALLEY:

These look like they could be notes from those

books he talked about. Yes, the occult, secret
societies...Look at these drawings here in this
notebook. Variants of the swastika

AJEMAN:

What does that mean - das Symbol des

schaffenden, wirkenden Lebens.

HALLEY:

"The symbol of the creating, effecting life"

There are lots of notes about gods and ancient
cultures, wow, I never knew it was such a big
symbol in the Far East.

AJEMAN:

Oh yeah, it turns up everywhere. Indians,

Buddhists, even Native Americans decorated

HALLEY:

(turns page) Holy

AJEMAN:

Well, yes, I suppose you could say it is rather

holy.

HALLEY:

No, look at this.

AJEMAN:

Holy sh its a triskele. The bent legs, its THE

triskele.

HALLEY:

Ok, this just went from totally crazy to totally

scary. Where the hell did that come from?

AJEMAN:

Freak coincidence?

HALLEY:

Right.

AJEMAN:

Keep reading.

HALLEY:

Ok. Ok. (Clears throat, flipping pages faster)

HAUPTMAN JOURNAL:

The books Jens gave me reveal a winding path

through the many societies that is maddening

to try to follow. Layer upon layer. Symbols,

rituals, secrecy and treachery - conspiracies
swirl around clubs of harmless old men
drinking, while there are vipers hiding in their
shadows, lurking quietly, waiting to strike.
Occultists abound - The Order of the Golden
Dawn, Ordo Templi Orientis - and the
Englishman Crowley - he weaves in and out of
all of them. I telephoned him up and told him I
had read some of his works on Thelema and
wanted to learn more about the OTO and
possibly join it. He immediately invited me to
tea.
When I arrived at Crowleys he was
outlandishly draped in ancient-looking robes.
His apartments were filled with curiosities and
odd artifacts from Egypt and the Orient. A
needle and vial of heroin sat in a silver tray on
the side table.
CROWLEY:

(Creepy) Oh, yes, my dear Karl you don't

mind me being so familiar there are so many
societies that practice ancient rituals but they
are just play acting. Like toddlers babbling
words they have heard spoken but dont
understand. Incoherent gibberish. Have some
more tea. Its an oolong blend, quite good.

HAUPTMAN:

Thank you.

CROWLEY:

And there are those that merely dabble in the

dark arts. The children who play pretend
games with the grownups things. They think
they know the way, but cant see the truth
path and they blunder along thinking theyve
discovered something. But then there are those
that can truly see all that is beyond. Oh, they
are there, Karl. They are indeed. There is
magick all around us, not these parlor games
and slights of hand. The rituals and symbols
unlock the infinite.

HAUPTMAN:

This is all so fascinating. Truly enlightening. Do

continue.

CROWLEY:

This world you see is just an act of will. The

power is in crossing between the worlds. The
power is in our will, our will to make our worlds.
Laws dont apply to us Do what you will that
is our only law.

HAUPTMAN:

And so, Thelema. You talk of Black and White

Magick. Are all the other societies in the dark?

CROWLEY:

Youre simply adorable. You know that?

HAUPTMAN:

I beg your pardon?

CROWLEY:

Oh, dont look at me that way. I know what

youre here for. The Nazis.

HAUPTMAN:

Ah, well. From my reading, the swastika is a

symbol with many meanings.

CROWLEY:

Indeed. The crooked cross is powerful indeed.

To many a sacred symbol of light, of life.

HAUPTMAN:

Have you ever seen a symbol with three

crooked legs? Perhaps in a circle?

CROWLEY:

Somewhat like a triskele? Hmmm. Interesting.

HAUPTMAN:

I believe it is associated with witchcraft.

CROWLEY:

Witches. Ahh.. yes, Black Magick. There is black

magick. everywhere. Of course Hitler is a
cunning black magician.

HAUPTMAN:

Ineed? Isnt that a bit far fetched?

CROWLEY:

Is it, now? I told you we dont play act, Karl.

These arent parlor games. The Nazis are but a
shade, there are darker forces at work here.
Who sent you?

HAUPTMAN:

Please, dont mistake me.

CROWLEY:

This is the dawn of the age of Horus this is

our age. This is my age.

HAUPTMAN:

I dont think you

CROWLEY:

Oh, I think I do. How is the tea, doctor? You

know, I blend it myself.

HAUPTMAN:

Whats happening to me?

CROWLEY:

You dont look well, Karl. Let me help you to the

sofa. Yes, lie down. Here, Ill loosen your tie.

SFX:

CROWLEYS VOICE FADES INTO THE

BACKGROUND. HAUPTMAN BEGINS DREAM
SEQUENCE. WIND BLOWING.

HAUPTMAN:

Ow... Ow. My eyes. What is that? So Dark.

Sand? God, it stings.

SFX:

THUNDER

HAUPTMAN:

Desert... everywhere... Where am I? How did I

get here?

SFX:

THUNDER. EXPLOSION. FIRE.

HAUPTMAN:

My legs Cant move. The sand is swallowing

me. (voice becomes muffled)

SFX

ALL BECOMES QUIET AND SAND SLOWLY FILLS

IN TO A STOP. HAUPTMAN FALLS A LONG WAY
IN A BIG SPACE AND COMES TO A THUD. MIC
ZOOM IN CLOSE ON HIM.

HAUPTMAN:

Ugh. (Breathes heavily)

SFX

OUT OF THE QUIET, SLITHERING SOUND.

HAUPTMAN STARTLED, STARTS SCUFFLING
AROUND

HAUPTMAN:

(Freaked out) What is that?

SFX

SLITHER AND LONG HISS (PAN AROUND).

(ROOM ZOOMS BIGGER, REVERB UP, SOUND
OF TORCHES LIGHTING (LIKE GAS JETS
POOFING ONE BY ONE) START CLOSE AND GO
INTO THE DISTANCE. SUDDENLY THERE IS A

STARTLING LOUD HISS RIGHT IN THE CENTER

CLOSE.
HAUPTMAN:

(Screans)

CROWLEY:

(Voice affected) Apep the snake is chaos

incarnate. Take care you hold on to your
senses.

HAUPTMAN:

Oh my god. Help me.

CROWLEY:

I most certainly will, but you must take me as

your god.

SFX

BANG. BANG. JARRING TRANSITION. DOOR

BREAKS IN, STORMTROOPERS ENTER

CROWLEY:

What are you doing? What is the meaning of

this?

STORMTROOPER:

There he is take him!

SFX:

STRUGGLE

CROWLEY:

Unhand me, you brutes!

SFX:

STRUGGLE

STORMTROOPER:

Enough of this.

SFX:

BOOT TO THE HEAD, CROWLEY KNOCKED OUT.

CAPTAIN:

Take him to the general. Get the Doctor.

HAUPTMAN:

(GROANS, INCOHERENT)

MUSIC:

STING

SFX:

FADE UP ON MUFFLED VOICES OF GOERRING

AND STORMTROOPER TALKING, THEY BECOME
CLEAR

HAUPTMAN:

(coming to, groggy, speech is slow) Oh, my

head. So dizzy.

GOERRING:

Excellent, Captain. Dismissed. And see that we

are not disturbed.

CAPTAIN:

Jawhol. General. (BOOTS CLICK) Heil!

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS. DOOR.

HAUPTMAN:

Hermann?

GOERING:

Ah, still with us, Herr Doctor? Good.

HAUPTMAN:

What is happening.

GOERING:

You didnt think Id let you wander off on your

own without keeping an eye on you, did you?
Youre far too valuable to me. I wouldnt let
Crowley have his way with you.

CROWLEY:

(STRUGGLING) How dare you insinuate

SFX:

LEATHER GLOVE SLAP.

CROWLEY:

Argh!

GOERING:

Shut your fool mouth. Youre lucky I dont give

you to Rohm. Im sure you would enjoy his
perversions although I think they would be a
bit more. Intense than the little sex games
you and your followers play.

CROWLEY:

How dare you!

GOERING:

But in all truth, Karl. Ive been watching

Crowley as well.

SFX

RUMMAGING THROUGH CASE

GOERING:

Now, where in this bag of yours do you keep

the morphine? Ah, here.

SFX:

GOERING INJECTS HIMSELF

GOERING:

Ahhh. Yes. Much better. Now, lets see about

you.

CROWLEY:

(horrified realization, gasp, whisper) The

Trinacria. Hitler is not the magician, is he? You
are.

GOERRING:

Oh please, I am much more than a magician.

As for the little corporal and his cabal they
are still exploring.

CROWLEY:

Theyre not of the brotherhood?

GOERRING:

Theyre useful. Truly evil men. But limited

vision. They could never conceive how vast the
realm is.

HAUPTMAN:

What are you talking about?

GOERRING:

(laughs) Oh, doctor. You have all the pieces but

you cant quite put them together can you?

CROWLEY:

The Trinacria are witches. They practice the

blackest magick of all.

GOERRING:

Hold still now.

CROWLEY:

What are you injecting me with?

GOERRING:

Just something to help you be a little more

forgetful. There. But Im afraid the nightmares
will haunt you the rest of your days. You see,
Karl, there are some secrets that are known
only to a precious few. And Im about to share
them with you.

SFX:

GOERING CROSSES THE ROOM AND OPENS

THE WINDOWS. THE WIND IS BLOWING
OUTSIDE AND LOW THUNDER RUMBLES IN THE
DISTANCE.

GOERRING:

A beautiful night. Electricity in the air. Your

diagnosis was on target, Karl. I have been
living with Hermann for many years. And his
father before that.

HAUPTMAN:

Who are you?

GOERRING:

The warlock who brought me into his soul in

was called Devin. When I enter yours you will
know it all.

HAUPTMAN:

What!?

GOERRING:

Ive been readying you for me. Somehow the

clumsy fool Crowley opened your mind so we
must continue. I had thought wed stay here
as long as the Nazis keep their genocide, but
you are looking to leave for America, no?

HAUPTMAN:

How did you?

GOERRING:

Really, doctor. I think the sanitarium offers a

very unique opportunity to gather more
knowledge and power than simply killing en
masse. It really didnt do much for us in South
Africa.

CROWLEY:

(Crazy mumbling and babbling) I am Horus

reincarnated. You will bow before me.

GOERRING:

Youre an idiot, Crowley. You perverts think you

can screw your way into the beyond? The
power is in the blood. Fresh blood.

SFX:

BLADE COMING OUT OF SHEATH

GOERRING:

We will be gods, Karl.

SFX:

WET CUTTING FLESH. HAUPTMAN

WHIMPERING, SCREAM. DROPS OF BLOOD.

GOERRING:

I feel like weve become so close over the

years, Karl. And now, were going to become
even closer. Come, let me show you the
darkness. Let me in.

SFX:

WHOOOOSH AS HAUPTMAN SCREAMS.

SOUNDSCAPE LIKE EPISODE ONE WITH THE
VOICE OF DEVIN CASTING SPELLS.

HALLEY:

Nothing more in the journal about Goerring.

Theres some travel information, letters

between the Hauptman and the Foundation. I

wonder what happened?
AJEMAN:

Halley, check out this other file I just found.

HALLEY:

Early New England Witchcraft Trials. Maps.

Dunwich Crossing. john these notes. Is this
the assignment Dermott went on where he
went around the bend and burned the church?

AJEMAN:

Bailey sent Dermott to Dunwich Crossing? Or

did Hauptman? Hey, what have you got there?

HALLEY:

Its an old book on witchcraft.

AJEMAN:

Old is an understatement.

SFX:

PAGES TURNING FASTER.

HALLEY:

(gasp) Oh my god. (whispers) John. Weve got

to get out of here. Now. Put this book in your
bag. Wheres Claude?

AJEMAN:

He must have left hours ago. Wow, it's really

late. Whats gotten into you?

HALLEY:

Its whats gotten into Hauptman. Dont you

see? Hes possessed by Elias Devin.

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