Alone in the Dark

It's just...

the children are

my responsibility.

We've been through this before.

These children have been

specially selected.

If my work is a success,

thousands of lives can be saved.

It's not about a few children.

It's about the future

of our species.

Anyway, it's too late

for doubt now.

The process

has already started.

Just do what we agreed.

At 10 P.M.,

you call the police...

and you tell them

the children have disappeared.

Sir, the subjects

have been transported.

Good.

But, sir, there's a problem.

Head count had twenty of them

before transport.

Now we've only got nineteen.

Someone's missing.

Shit!

Good evening, Sheriff.

What's going on, Adams?

There's twenty kids

live at this orphanage.

All twenty of them

have gone missing.

-And then?

-After the power went out...

I went to check

on the children.

Their beds were empty,

every one of them.

They just...

disappeared.

Did you have a nightmare?

My mommy says that there's

nothing to be afraid of...

in the dark.

Your mother's wrong, kid.

Being afraid of the dark

is what keeps most of us alive.

Pinkerton.

Carnby is coming in...

on flight 185

from Buenos Aires.

He's got the artifact.

Intercept him at the airport.

Get the artifact and kill him.

So maybe you're thinking

I'm an asshole...

scaring that kid

for no reason...

but I'm just

trying to protect him.

You see, there's a world

around you...

that you've trained

yourself not to see.

Call it paranormal,

supernatural, occult, whatever.

But inside all of us...

is an uncontrollable fear

of the dark.

Kids are told it's irrational,

but it's not.

Fear is what protects you...

from the things

you don't believe in.

I learned the truth

a long time ago-

just because

you can't see something...

doesn't mean

it can't kill you.

When I was ten,

I lost my memory.

Gone, erased.

I know something bad happened

back then at the orphanage.

I've been looking

for answers ever since.

You don't have to believe me.

My name is Edward Carnby,

and I'm here to protect you...

from the things

you don't believe.

You travel light.

I carry enough baggage

for the both of us. Trust me.

That's funny, man.

What do you do?

You don't want to know.

Sure, I do. That's the best part

of the job, you know-

learning about people's lives.

I'm a paranormal investigator.

Are you fucking serious?

Really?

What does that mean exactly?

Let me put it this way.

I hunt and track down

the strange and unusual.

Speaking of strange

and unusual...

that cab's been following us

since we left the airport.

-No shit?

-No shit.

You want me to lose him?

I wouldn't mind.

Let's do it.

They really want

something from you.

Shit!

That's my cab, man!

My boss is gonna

fucking kill me!

My insurance is not

gonna cover this, man!

Shit!

Pull into this market up here.

And kill someone?

It's a total dream.

Stay down!

You all right?

Where is he?

Hey! Hey!

Miss Cedrac,

we got another delivery.

I don't have anything

scheduled for today.

What museum was it

transferred from?

"For Dr. Hudgens,

from Dr. Hudgens. "

That must be a mistake.

It's probably for

the big Abkani show.

Abkani? What the hell is Abkani?

It's an ancient

Native American civilization.

They were, like,

this super-advanced culture...

until, like, 10,000 years ago,

they just disappeared.

It says it's only to be opened

by Dr. Hudgens.

This is Aline Cedrac.

She's the assistant curator.

We have artifacts coming in

from all around the world.

Until Hudgens gets back...

I will be doing

all his cataloging for him.

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