[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE]
[BELL TOLLS]
[SPELL SOUNDS]
Confringo!
[EXPLOSION]
[CRIES OF PAIN]
[BIRDS CHIRPING CONTINUES]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[TYPEWRITER, OFFICE AMBIANCE]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
(British Accent) Whats this?
MAN: Admission forms. Bentley wants them on his desk by Thursday morning.
-That’s impossible
MAN: Well you better hope not. The department’s trimming the  fat this quarter.
Do try to make your deadlines this time Morori.
[OFFICE AMBIANCE CONTINUES]
[ BUSY STREET SOUNDS]
Hey!
Steady on!
-Oh I'm terribly sorry!
Prick.
[MECHANICAL HISSING AND WHIRRING]
[BELL DINGS]
[MUFFLED ARGUMENT, OPERA MUSIC, AND BABY CRYING]
[APARTMENT AMBIANCE CONTINUES]
[RAGTIME MUSIC PLAYS]
[BATTLE SOUNDS]
[EXPLOSION SOUNDS]
[EXPLOSION]
[BATTLE SOUNDS CONTINUE]
[METALLIC RINGING]
[DISTANT SHOUTING AND EXPLOSIONS]
[KNOCKING]
WOMAN: Mr Morori, the post is here!
[KNOCKING CONTINUES]
> Mr Morori!
[RAGTIME MUSIC PLAYS]
[MUSIC FADES, OFFICE AMBIANCE BEGINS]
MAN: Rudolph Morori!
[PHONES RINGING]
[STREET AMBIANCE]
[TENSE MUSIC FADES IN]
Hey whats the meaning of this?!
Ah...
Shit.
(Rough British Accent) Search him.
[COINS CLATTER]
(Laughs) Bill, have a look
Well I'll be jiggered...
MAN >Not much to him is there?
Get him over here.
-Right 'Gov
-Right now, up y'go
[COUGHS]
Listen listen, I have a vault...
> At Gringotts, a tidy sum left over from a-
-Save your mewling boy. Cause even if you weren't lying...
You couldn't even come close to what we're getting for this.
-I figured as much. The refined, intellectual beaters run high these days, don't they?
Man > (Laughs) Mouthy little bootlicker isn't he?
-Yeah, right pretty little songbird
MAN > Got a message for ya. From a very dear admirer.
Seems you been tangling with the wrong people, bit over your head.
Friend of ours, wants to return a favor you did to a chum of his...
perhaps you remember him...
>Lord Milford.
-Can't say I recall.
-Well our boss does. And he don’t forget it.
The Lordship was an- associate of the boss, see?
So naturally he can’t just let you off all easy, limbs and body proper like...
(Whispers) It's not good for business, you understand.
-Naturally.
-Splendid. We’ll be sure to tell the boss  you got the message.
Right then.. Where to start..
MAN >Remember, the boss don’t want any unforgivables.
-Not to worry. I've got a few up my sleeve that will more than compensate...
Say goodnight, Mary.
[INTENSE MUSIC BUILDS]
MAN OFFSCREEN > Whats all this?
MAN 2: Who the bloody hell is he?
MAN 3: I don't like the looks of him Bill...
-Shut your mouths.
Just a friendly disagreement between gentlemen mi-lord!
-Hm, seems a but unsporting, three against one?
Take my word for it mate
> This one had it coming
Well, you see the thing is, I don't believe you.
So how about you and your friends buggar off before things get messy, hm?
-Nobody talks to me like that...
and gets away with it.
- Now hold on Bill, what if he's an Auror?
- Just hex him and get on with it!
MAN> Here's my proposition.
you see, I also have an interest in this man
and it would be most, inconvenient if you were to destroy him.
So...
So you give him to me now.
There, that seems reasonable?
- 'Hell with that.
-I thought not...
[TENSE MUSIC BUILDS]
Diffindo!
-Accio wand!
[PAINFUL GRUNTS]
[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS]
-Reducto!
[SPELL IMPACT SOUNDS]
[SPELL SOUNDS]
Incarcerous!
-Stupefy!
[EXPLOSION SOUNDS]
[LIVELY MUSIC CONTINUES]
Stupefy!
[IMPACT SOUND]
>Petri-
-Expelliarmus!
Stupefy!
[MUSIC SLOWLY FADES]
Stupefy!
>Let him go!
Well...
That was exhilarating!
But I must say, I am glad they didn’t have a duelist with your skill among them.
MORORI: I'm no dualist.
-Oh...
Regardless, allow me at least buy you a pint, thirsty work, friend.
MORORI: No thanks, and I don't believe we're friends.
-I'll even, pick up the bill if that's what your'e afraid of...Mr Morori
Come man! Why the hurry?
-No hurry
Just that I have just been attacked by three men who wished to do bad things to me
authorities will no doubt be arriving on the scene shortly, asking questions, paper work, hearings...
And I just don't want anything to do with it.
-Then you are not interested in what I have to offer you?
-No...
not really.
By the looks of you, you're a ministry man. And that means trouble. I have more than enough of that
so if you please, I will be on my way.
-Well I should think a simple "Thank you" would be in order...
-For what?
More likely than not, you are mixed up in this whole business with that Lord Meddleford, or Milkford, or who-
Now where devil is my-
Thank you.
-Where are you going?
MORORI: To get drunk.
- I don't suppose you would-
>No thank you
[UPBEAT RAGTIME MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GLASSES CLINKING]
[DIFFERENT RAGTIME SONG PLAYS]
[PARTY CHATTER CONTINUES]
[CHATTER FADES]
[SLOW RAGTIME PLAYS]
[GLASSES CLATTER AND BREAK]
[SLOW RAGTIME FADES INTO NATURE AMBIANCE]
(Off Screen) >A memorable evening, I presume?
-Yeah.
first rate now um, buggar off.
-I say, are you alright?
-I'm fine
-You don't look fine...
-Listen mate,  have just consumed copious amounts of  Donaghue malt over the past few hours
>and I don't know how long I have left until I lose all control of my limbs.
So um, if you don't mind
I'll be on my way
home sweet home.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[DISTANT TRAIN WHISTLE]
(Cheerfully)- How's it going?
(Muffled)- I'm fine, thank you
now, leave me alone.
>Classic side-effect symptoms usually last about
Oh...four?... five hours?
of course the, symptoms do vary.
MORORI >Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
[THUNDER ROLLS]
-Oh, look there!
seems to be rain coming on
seems to be quite a storm...
-I'll manage...
-So you're still not interested in the job I'm offering you?
(Muffled)- NO. Go away.
-Right
as you please...
Of course, I am sure I will be able to find another skilled dualist
willing to accept 500 Sickels for a weeks time.
>Good day to you Mr Morori and
good luck.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
-Fine, I'll do it.
-How's that?
-I'll take the job.
-Are you quite sure old boy?
Yes.
>Because if you have a pressing engagement I'm sure I can find someone-
(Interrupting) > I said, I'll take it, alright?
...Just
get me out of here, I need a drink.
-Excellent.
[UPBEAT RAGTIME MUSIC]
[GLASSES CLINKING]
[CLOCK TICKING LOUDLY]
Fine place you have here.
-Hm
Thanks.
>Hm,
A most handsome woman.
My wife
Well...
Former, rather...
She's divorcing me.
-Ah, yes...pity about all that.
Really for the best though you know,
from what I gather of Miss Ophelia, I don't think she ever thought much of you old boy.
(Sarcastically) Thank you for relieving my mind so considerably.
>Now,
how is it you know so much about my personal life Mr...?
-Procuring information on subjects of importance lies within my field.
-Who are you?
Law enforcement?
>Auror?
-Oh heavens no, I represent a far more...
discrete area of interest.
-Cloak and dagger stuff
(Awkward Chuckle)
So what is it you need me for Mr...?
>Have you ever heard of the Connacht family Mr Morori?
[ERIE MUSIC]
-Sure, who hasn't?
One of the oldest,  and most influential Wizarding families in the empire-
>And as of just recently, one the most destitute as well...
Under the leadership of the new family heir, the Connacht legacy has become bankrupt.
-So I don't read the papers...
what's the angle?
Since the changing of guard at the Connacht estate,
we have noticed a startling increase in the disappearance of...Sensitive objects
>Not simple cat-burglar types either
Important Family vaults broken into
Official buildings assaulted by mysterious wizards
magical rarities, heirlooms, all valuables taken.
Threads trace the Connacht's to be involved in the business...
enough suspicion that the Ministry wants answers...
...but, not enough evidence to warrant an official investigation.
-Fascinating I'm sure...
>You’ll forgive me if I am not alarmed by these threats to treasures of the aristocracy.
I'm just here to make sure I collect my own, payment.
-Oh well we will try our best.
to put it simply Mr Morori, I need a dualist.
>A man who is willing to take risks and to follow orders
I trust you will not disappoint.
-Playing nursemaid to keep you alive, is that it?
-Close enough. Now fetch your coat
>I have another appointment to attend that has long been delayed long enough,
no small part due to your reluctance.
Come along.
[RAGTIME FADES IN AND ENDS]
[APARTMENT BUILDING AMBIANCE]
>Just one more thing-
-Yes?
-Who the bloody hell are you?
-Oh!
forgive me
Finch
Montague Finch.
-Finch?
-Right, that's that...no time to waste.
hold fast now!
[MAGICAL WHIRRING]
[APPARATION SOUND]
[MORORI RETCHING]
Where the bloody hell are we?
-East Riding, Yorkshire.
-And this place?
>The residence of one Adelia Honeycutt, a meeting has already been arranged.
-What, that newspaper woman?
-I thought you didn't read the papers
Miss Honeycutt is a freelance journalist and a respected columnist.
Her excellent concealment and protection charms are nearly as well known
and have resulted i fear in ghastly deaths of unwanted guests....
>She is exceptionally difficult to contact, it was only through a sizable favor that we are even here.
So, mind what you say, i’ll handle things, hm?
-Alright.
[WATERFALL AMBIANCE]
[FOOTSTEPS]
>I must say Mr Finch, I was surprised to receive word of your request...
however, Bennett has never disappointed me yet, I trust him entirely-
>Hence the reason you are even here...
Now, as I am sure you are aware, I have a very hectic schedule so let's do come to the point?
-Of course Miss Honeycutt. We-
(Interrupting) Please, call me Adelia. I find a first name basis to be much more intimate wouldn't you agree?
-Of course. Now, Miss Adelia-
-Would you gentlemen care for tea?
(Stuttering) Tea?
-Yes!
Black elder mint to be precise.
> I prepared it myself, deliciously fun.
(Offscreen) > I find the ritual calming really...
[GLASSES CLATTERING]
Now, you were saying Mr Finch?
-Ah, yes
>As I understand it, Miss Adelia, you have done extensive research on the Connacht family.
-I wrote a piece for the "Seer" that chronicled their rise to prominence, yes...
>Some deemed the article inquisitive, perhaps even...
...Accusatory
-I merely presented the facts as they were Mr Finch.
-Yes, but you did reference one particular political coup of the 17th century
involving one Bartholomew Connacht...
dramatically titled; “The Treason of Wyrm.”
-Yes...
>Many have referenced the conspiracy as...near mythical.
but, you claimed there was substance to the fantasy.
-Not claimed Mr Finch. My facts are sound, my research, indisputable.
(FINCH)> It doesn't appear that everyone quite agrees with your scrutinizing of such a respected Wizarding family.
One, Felicity Barrett, a frequent writer for the "Prophet"
called your conclusions nothing short of...
“A Witch hunt worthy to be recorded in childhood fairy tales-”
(Interrupting) >Miss Barrett is an ass!
she wouldn't know the truth if it hexed her between her beady piggish eyes!
-Then you think she was told what she should say on the matter?
-Probably. The "Prophet" has gone to the wolves these days anyway.
-Quite.
Now, if you would be so kind, we wish to review all you have compiled on the Connacht family.
At once, if you please.
-Why the keen interest?
I thought the Ministry considered my work, nothing short of-
"Childish rubbish".
-The documents, if you please.
-Have we met before?
>Yes! I remember you now...
it was some time ago...but, i never forget a face...
Ministry scandal, summer of '98...
Department of Mystieries...
-I am afraid you are mistaken.
>Of course!
The Time Travel experiments... You're  an Unspeakable.
[TENSE MUSIC]
-Miss Honeycutt!
will you show us the documents?
-What are you offering in return?
Exclusive rights on the yet confidential  case involving Miss Marlborough’s affair with the American millionaire, Jonathan Picaran.
-Publishing rights, and first edition before release to the common press?
-Done.
>I spent months tracing the sparse details that remained on the Treason of Wyrm...
Old manuscripts, correspondences...
It soon became evident my probing into the matter was not taken lightly.
-What do you mean?
-Someone, or something didn't want the true facts known..
Leads turned into dead ends, documents vanished from records-
I had all but given up hope until I stumbled on a brilliant spot of luck
-In what form?
>Someone on the inside... A contact willing to speak.
FINCH > Name?
-That's confidential.
-Conditions...?
-One, that my contact is granted amnesty and relocated under a new name.
-And the second?
>That I tag along.
You're going to break into the Connacht estate Mr Finch...
And you're going to need someone to get you past those concealment charms alive, now aren't you?
Then it’s settled. How wonderfully exciting!
[TENSE MUSIC]
[TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES]
[MUSIC FADES OUT]
Well?
-What?
JULIUS > What do you think?
-I think, that it is no matter what I think.
-Come now Vivian. It does not become you.
>No?
Well I am sorry to disappoint you Julius. But whining like children over what the papers say won't aid us in the least.
-Oh?
-No
disputing these accusations only solidifies them in their eyes.
-I thought you would be pleased, Vivian.
you seem to have a certain proclivity for catching the public's eye-
VIVIAN- Please Julius, I am not feeling up to it today.
-Regardless, we cannot deny these simple truths...
Soon, very soon, they will descend upon us with all the greedy murderous intent befitting a hungry wolf
Prepared to make a banquet out of the wounded beast.
-Your father in law has abandoned us then.
-In a word, yes.
(Sigh)
We are destitute dear Vivian!
>The privileged off-spring of a "great and noble man"
whose fortune we squandered on wine, women and luxury.
-Excellent.
-What news of Fairhouse?
-The Earl of Kent has pledged his support.
-Wonderful.
A  meager drop in the  coffers.
-150,000 Galleons a year!
JULIUS> I thank the Earl, for parting with his pocket money.
-Edward, flew in  from Glasgow three days ago.
-And what news of our, Northern kin?
>Lucrative, by all accounts.
The clans have seen the benefits of cooperation.
-And what of Milford's assassin?
the duelist?
-You have been in Ireland too long Julius... The duelist escaped.
-What?
>That man?
the gutter rat you hired from London?
He was here
>Spluttered about how they were about to conclude the business-
but the duelist had outside help…
a Ministry man.
-Do we have a name?
>No-
-I don't think so...
Your London friend thinks he was an Auror...
[TENSE MUSIC]
Ransom!
(Irish accent)-Welcome home my Lord.
-The Sharpe’s failed. Milford's killer escaped.
- I only just heard...
the boy must be dealt with.
-Agreed. And soon.
I can think of no better man to see the job done than you my friend.
-I am honored my Lord.
what is your command?
>I have set a trace upon the man
Find him. Dispose of him immediately
> along with anyone else found in his accompaniment
But be wary, he may have ministry help.
be discreet, it is not yet time my friend.
-Consider it done my Lord.
-Milford was a true friend, and a loyalist to the cause.
see to it his murderer pays for his crime.
-I will send word when the deed is done.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Spread the word.
Gather the others
the trial will be concluded tonight.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[WATERFALL RUSHING]
So is it true what she said?
>about you, being an unspeakable and all.
-Yes.
-And you think there could be something of this, this conspiracy then.
-Possibly
-Right.
Let’s not waste time then. Where to next?
[DRAMATIC CLASSICAL MUSIC]
[FOOTSTEPS]
[GLASS CLATTERS]
-Oh! hello!
(British Accent) -Florentina Jasper, a pleasure!
how long have you been here?
[STAMMERING]
Oh forgive me! Essence of Vickor's Lobe, Stains the hands dreadfully you know.
-No, I don't
-Hm?
FINCH> Good day, Miss Jasper
>we would like a word with you.
-What is it I can do for you gentlemen?
>This is the off season you know, and as a result, my importers have been negligent...
but if it is one of my signature blends you wish for, I am sure we can find, just the thing.
- As a matter if fact Miss Jasper, I am here for, something rather...particular.
-House party illusions? Perhaps a pinch of Bliss powder?
-Something of a more, delicate nature.
-Ah of course...An affection potion? Something to, reignite the flame perhaps?
(Stammering)- Me? Us- no no no I-
-I am afraid you are mistaken.
-Ahh you will forgive me. the passion of love is fleeting, Far too common in these troubled times....
-Actually Miss Jasper, I was here just to ask you a few simple questions.
-oh. Well, I suppose I have a few moments.
What is it that you wish to know?
How long have you been a licences Apothicaire in England Miss Jasper?
JASPER> Four years-
-Four years.
And in that time, how often have you done business over-seas?
-Not often.
I find my wares are much more popular at home rather than abroad.
-Indeed. But you did spend a length of time studying under renowned alchemist Joseph Pavolov in St Petersburg, did you not?
-Every student needs a teacher Mr, Finch.
-Quite. But besides his research in herbal concoctions, Mr Pavlov is quite known throughout Europe for his use of ancient incantations....
Some even may insider him a practitioner of dark magick.
-They go too far. Mr Pavlov is a dear old man who would never-
>You attended Hogwarts Miss Jasper?
-Yes...of course.
>A bright student by all accounts, although deemed by some of your teachers
to have an unhealthy interest in particular subjects...Would you care to elaborate?
-It seems that you know all the answers Mr Finch. And I grow tired of this fancy.
-Why did you leave Hogwarts during your fifth year Miss Jasper?
-I grew bored.
>Did it perhaps have something to do with the disappearance of your father?
-What?
no, of course not.
What is he writing there?
>What did you go looking for Miss Jasper?
what did you find?
>I believe this has gone far enough.
If you're with the Ministry-
FINCH> Coincidentally Miss Jasper, you seem to hold a certain disregard for ministry authority.
-Who did you say you represented Mr Finch?
>In one particular instance, you lost the right for importation of Anchorite’s lace, due to a nasty bit of-
-If you will excuse me, I have another appointment to attend.
-Oh really?
-I am afraid I must ask you to leave.
-Of course.
Just one more question Miss Jasper-
-Yes?
-Why were you hired by Julius Connacht?
-I do not disclose my customer’s private affairs.
-Perhaps you would rather tell a ministry hearing?
Now. Who are you really, and who are you working for.
- I believe I was asking the questions Miss Jasper.
-Answer this one or you can be on your way.
Department of mysteries.
(Laughs)- Naturally.
>Ministry sanctioned operation.  I am gathering  a band of talented wizards to lead an investigation into the Connacht estate.
-That is the most foolish thing I have heard all week. I must make a note of that.
-We have met before, I doubt you would remember, we all wear the same face at the ministry  to you, don’t we?
-Ahh yes, that atrocious attack on my summer cottage.
-An official inquiry Miss Jasper. You were served a warrant.
>I haven't time for such trifles.
And as I recall, you found nothing. Is this yet  another fool's errand?
>Perhaps.
But I don't think so..
You see behind all the charades, behind all your faces, I know who you truly are Miss Jasper...
-Is that so?
>You will be paid handsomely, and in response to your goodwill and service, my silence is assured.
-I prefer not to get tangled up in such things. Bad for business.
Why would I even consider-
>Fourteenth of November, Mudford Sock.
about, five years ago, wasn't it? You remember that, don’t you Miss Jasper?
How do you think your, clients would feel about this knowledge?
-This is blackmail.
-Naturally.
-Well, I believe we have an agreement Mr Finch. With one stipulation-
>something of immense value was, procured from me by the Connachts. And I want it back.
-What ever you wish Miss Jasper. Thank you again, for your time.
-And i’ll have that, if you don't mind.
-Good day to you Miss Jasper.
[DOOR CLOSES]
And?
-We have our alchemist!
-Congratulations
how 'bout a drink to celebrate?
-Not quite old boy, we have one more appointment to make.
-Of course.
-And we are nearly late yet again, so come along!
[UPBEAT PIANO MUSIC]
[MUSIC FADES INTO NATURE AMBIANCE]
Why do I get the feeling we've been stood up?
-Patience, he'll be here.
-Why this place?
>Hm?
-Why are we meeting this wizard in this place? Why not some warm little inn, or a cozy pub?
-Because he knows this place.
Where we first met, old boy. Tricky business apparating from Belfast....
Has to be a strong memory you know.
- Well maybe he splinched himself.
[APPARATION SOUND]
-You're late.
(American accent) -Had some business to conclude.
-Oh, what was her name?
-That’s not your affair. Who is this?
-Rudolph Morori, our duelist.
>Mr Morori, Robert Lang, our MACUSA man from the colonies.
>Retired.
I know you. Where you really as good as they say?
-So now  you've hired a Bleeding flatfoot yank?
-Amusing.
-Any trouble coming over?
>None to speak of, had a shadow leaving New York
a short little greasy man. Played some hide and go and seek in Tipperary. Lost him on the train though.
FINCH> Good, the less attention the better.
Things have changed Robert. And may be far more hazardous.
- I wouldn't expect anything less. But it’ll cost you.
-10,000 sickels.
-15
-Then it's agreed.
-Wait a minute. How come he-
LANG> I trust you have assembled the other members?
-Indeed.
A meeting has already been arranged for this evening.
LANG> Good. The sooner we get going the better.
[DISTANT APPARATION SOUND]
Gentleman, we have visitors...
[TENSE MUSIC]
-You expecting a welcome committee, Finch?
-No.
-Then I suggest we run.
-I agree.
[MUSIC BUILDS]
(TOGETHER)- Stupefy!
[APPARATION SOUND]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DUELING AND SPELL SOUNDS]
LANG- Locomotor Mortis!
[GRUNTING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
-Right, as good a place as any
Morori!
[APPARATION SOUND]
[MUSIC ENDS]
-Shit.
[APPARATION IMPACT]
[COUGHING]
LANG- Monty...where the hell are we?
FINCH- My lodgings.
LANG- This shithole?
-Quiet, peaceful, safe and out of the way.
Not first-rate, but it'll do.
Right then. Morori, I put out a cot for you downstairs, not safe for you to return to your apartment you know.
We'll get your things in the morning. Robert, I'll put some bedding out for you, shall I?
-No thanks. I'd rather sleep in a graveyard. I'll be staying at the Four Hands.
-Suit yourself. The others will be arriving soon...
>i’ll just get the kettle going, will have tea and sandwiches up in a tick.
[DOOR SHUTS]
[WATER FAUCET RUNNING]
Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is it. You have all been summoned here for the particular skill sets you each possess.
>Our duelist...
Charmist and informant...
Auror
And our Alchemist.
Together with a good bit of luck, we shall be successful by week's end.
And now I will turn you over to Mr Lang, who will lead you through the planning stages of the matter.
-First thing's first.
>Our objective is to investigate the Connacht’s involvement in the theft of magical possessions.
Now for this, "Order of Wyrm" nonesense-
>It is fact Mr Lang!
And the sooner we accept this the better off we'll be.
-Yes, do let us get on with it.
-As you say. Now, supposing these anarchists-
-Divisionalists...
(irritated) Supposing they're behind the thefts- to what end?
ADELIA> Consolidation of power. Bribes. Funding for future global domination, must I go on Mr Lang?
-And I assume you have evidence to support these outlandish claims?
>I have an informant
someone within the order itself.
-Motives?
>Simple.
He wants out.
The order, as he calls it, is not what he thought it was.
>Not a political ideology campaigning for change, but rather in his words...
the face of radical militants. He wants protection, and he is scared.
And this, order, cult, whatever it is, are planning to...do what exactly?
>I don't know...But something important  is about to happen
I think they plan to move on the ministry, and very soon.
-Without any clear motives we have almost nothing to go on. We must speak to this informant.
>I would like nothing more
But, unfortunately, I have had no word from him for nearly three days now.
-You think he's been found out?
>I don't know...But if he talks, they'll know we're coming.
-I think our little scrape earlier proves that.
-Then we haven't any time to lose.
-For the first time Mr Lang, I agree with you!
(Sarcastically) -Well, now we're certainly making progress.
-Alright-
{INDISCERNIBLE SPEAKING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISCERNIBLE SPEAKING CONTINUES]
[NATURE AMBIENCE]
[CONFUSED GRUNTING AND PANTING]
[COUGHING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
-Let us proceed.
[GRUNTING]
-Thomas Whitehead. You have been summoned here to be judged at the hands of your peers on the charges made against you.
(Panicked) -Please, I don't know what you want, I didn't do anything!
-The charges are as follows- Espionage, the disclosure of official documents, and heresy.
(Crying) -Please, there's been a mistake! I never did any of those things!
-You have submitted your defense, and the council has considered.
Brothers! sisters! what is your verdict?
-Guilty.
-No...
-Guilty.
(Mumbling) No no no...
-Guilty.
-Guilty.
-Guilty.
(Screaming)- No!!
[CRYING]
-I am innocent!
-Judgment has been passed, may justice be done.
[CRYING]
-Thomas Whitehead, you have been found guilty of heresy, the most unholy of crimes...
You have betrayed each and every one of your sworn brethren, and in so doing, you have betrayed the order itself.
-You have to believe me! I knew nothing, I am innocent!
-Blood traitor!
-There can be only one end to your shameful betrayal...
Death.
(Screaming)- No! No no no no!
-Silence heretic!
-Endalaus jörð, tímalaus sól, taka blóð óvinarins.
(All chanting): Samþykkja fórn okkar
JULIUS- Myalta mare haimeldeer Velfingunee!
[PAINED GASPING]
-ignis ad ossa, sanguinem fervere, ut anima conteret
[CULT MEMBERS SOFTLY CHANTING SPELL]
[CRIES OF PAIN]
(Getting louder) -Et infinitas dolor!
[CRUNCHING AND TWISTING]
[INTENSE SCREAMS OF PAIN]
[SCREAMS CONTINUE]
[GRUNTING AND SCREAMING AS SPELL CONTINUES]
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[PAINFUL SCREAM]
[END CREDITS THEME]
