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- Amy, I'm dying.

- Hurry up, Brian, we're almost there.

- Jeez, it's a quarter of midnight.

Uh, hey Amy.

Amy, did you hear what I said?

I said it's a quarter of 12.

15 more minutes, I turn back into a pumpkin.

Amy?

Amy?

Amy?

Amy.

I knew you were going to do that.

Shut up, it's not that funny.

Are you coming,

or are you planning on rolling around in the dirt all night?

We're not getting paid to fool around.

- Come on, Brian.

Come on, I won't bite,

unless you do first.

- Lady in distress.

- Come on, don't be such a baby.

Look, I'm sorry.

- We've got a job to do.

Have I got all the explosives?

- In your pack.

You know, I've been thinking.

This guy Hemmings pays us this ridiculous amount of money

to sneak up here in the middle of the night

just to blow open an abandoned mine,

don't you think there's something valuable in there?

You know, maybe we could--

- No, we do our job and get out of here.

- How are you doing in there, Brian?

- I'm fine, Amy, just fine.

- How do you like that, my flashlight died.

Did you hear that, Brian?

Brian!

- What?

- Is it over?

Amy, you alright?

- I'm okay.

- I'll be right out.

- Brian.

- Amy, quiet.

- Brian!

Look, if you're trying to scare me.

- Shh!

I think I hear something.

- Brian!

You creep.

Look, I'm sorry for what I did.

I realize it wasn't nice, I won't do it again, okay?

What else do you want to hear?

- Amy, get out of here.

Run, please!

- Brian!

- Brian!

♪ And now I found I can't behave ♪

♪ Well, I can't live without a cave ♪

- Pretty good, huh?

- Needs a little work.

So what about this contract?

- Ah, well, you know this earthquake

opened up that Golden Spike Mine a couple of weeks ago.

- Mm hmm.

- Well, the group that's hiring us

thinks that there's enough gold down there

to warrant reopening it.

- So how much do we get?

- Well look, it's only a day's work, maybe two at most.

We go in and out with those turkeys, that's it,

and booze and brats for a month, huh?

- Whoa, okay.

So when do we meet these guys?

- Tonight, at the beach.

- To ward off the evil,

the elder spent the night in the cave.

The next morning, 16 were found dead.

After that, the Indians wouldn't go anywhere near the place

and it's been taboo ever since.

- Of course, those are just unsubstantiated legends.

- We did run from some evil spirits in that bar in El Paso.

- Yeah, yeah, I went to bed with a bottle of that stuff

Saturday night, when I woke up it was

Wednesday morning of the following month.

- Evil spirits, ghosts, monsters.

- We don't really believe that.

- I do.

- I don't.

- I don't know, okay?

That's it, you don't know.

Nobody knows, or at least no one I've contacted

has admitted they do.

- I can't imagine why.

- Regardless what anybody says,

there's an overwhelming amount of evidence

that something is up there.

- And you want to find it.

- Well, I'd like to know what happened to the Golden Spike.

According to the county records for surveyor's information,

they gave no reason for its closing.

- Now that's something I'd find of value myself.

You know, never hurts to know all you can

about a played out mine before you go crawling around in it.

- According to my research,

the mine was never actually played out.

- Then why'd it shut down?

- The miners refused to work.

- My wife retypes all my manuscripts.

- Well, why did the miners stop working?

- They were scared out.

- By what?

- Ghosts.

- I don't want you to get the wrong impression,

I'm a writer and I tend to be a little dramatic.

- Oh, really?

- On the other hand, I have done my research.

- What research?

- Here, here are some photocopies.

- What are they, obituaries?

- Some are, actually.

Others are uh, death certificates

from the state and county department of records.

- Who was obituated?

- Those papers are a compilation of all the people

to turn up missing or dead since the opening

of the Golden Spike.

- How do, gents.

- Hi Morgan, how you doing, back still bothering you?

- Nope, I've found a cure.

Course, I only uses it for emergencies.

- Good evening, Mr. Morgan, my name is Angela Platt.

I'm the geologist for this expedition.

- Hello, howdy, my name's Flanders, Dan Flanders.

- How do, name's Morgan.

- He's a writer, Morgan, he's writing a book

about the Golden Spike.

- Oh yeah?

Bout time.

- What does old hard nose have to say

about all this hocus pocus?

- Who, Hemmings?

- Good evening, Mr. Hemmings.

- You're late.

- Well, how do, Mr. Hemmings.

- I said, you're late.

- Yes, I know.

- He knows.

Did you by any chance pick up the gear?

- Yes, it's in me pack.

- Wonderful, be a good boy and get it, will you?

I suggest the rest of you get some sleep.

We have a lot of mine to chart tomorrow,

and I'm not paying you to take tap dance.

- Geez, what a bunch of turkeys.

How did we get stuck in this mess?

- You signed a contract.

- Was I drunk?

- Sober.

- Oh, that explains it.

- The stars burned coldly in the desert night

as we sat around a blazing campfire

watching the angry sparks dance in the air about us.

The five of us spoke in hushed voices

as if afraid to awaken some unseen night demon.

- Dan.

- I was relating a number of the stories

surrounding the multiple closings of the Golden Spike Mine--

- Dan.

- When a withered fossil of an aging prospector

staggered into camp.

This was Morgan.

Just wanted to get us up to date, what do you think?

- I just don't care for Calvert much.

- Oh, he's just being difficult

'cause he has no imagination.

- Oh.

- Well, that's to be desired.

We wouldn't want a giddy guide.

- I still don't care for him.

- Well, that's your prerogative.

Nighty night.

This was Morgan, a British soldier of fortune

turned gold miner.

I was he who was to lead us into the mouth of the Spike,

the entrance to our adventure.

- Rise and shine.

- Good morning.

- Mr. Morgan, can you hold up a moment?

- Just call me Morgan.

- Alright, Morgan.

- What can I do for you?

- Well, I'm writing a book about the Golden Spike.

- Ah, and you'd like to know if any of

the goings on around here are true.

- If you could help.

- I'm not sure as I can.

- But I thought you knew this area like a map.

- That I do, that I do.

- Well then.

- Well, what I mean to say is,

I don't know if any of the stories you might have heard

has an ounce of truth to them.

- Oh, I see.

- This is Indian land, you know.

- Yes, I knew that.

- Sacred land.

Course, to an Indian, any Indian land is sacred land.

- But strange things happened long after

the Indians had their land taken away from them.

- Well, sacred is as sacred does.

Way I figure it those Indians

was a little hot under the headdress

when the Whites first moved in.

- Well, I don't blame them.

- No sir, neither do I,

but it seems to me they got this good idea

to scare way the Whites.

They put out this story about a great god

living up in the mountains who hates Whites.

- What's so unusual about that?

- They got this secret cave somewhere in the mountains,

I've heard about it, I've heard about it.

So when the Whites come digging around,

they upped and popped one or two of them off

when nobody's looking, and marks it up

to that old White-hating god of theirs.

- A secret cave?

- Yeah, a kind of shrine.

Well, this worked alright for a while

except for one thing that nobody expected.

- Yes, go on.

- When they scared away all the Whites,

you know what they had left?

- What?

- The yolks.

- The yolks?

- Cheer up, matey.

Just because there ain't no monsters,

it don't mean to say there ain't no action.

- Want an apple?

- No thank you.

- Mind if I ask you a question?

- No.

- How long have you been a geologist?

- 17 years.

- That's a long time.

- Alright, let's get started.

♪ To one and all that I was brave ♪

♪ In town I found I can't behave ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't live

♪ Without a cave

- That, Calvert, has to be the single most awful

ditty ever to assault my ears.

- I thank you.

Don't drink too much, it'll give you a cramp.

- Are you sure this is it?

- Yup, this is it.

- For a mine, it sure looks like a cave.

- Don't worry about it.

- So the mine starts inside the cave.

- Yes sirree, bub, the Spike follows

hundreds of interconnecting caverns.

- Alright, now let's drop those lines

and lower the equipment.

Time is money.

- The Curse of the Golden Spike.

Chapter 13, The Mine Today.

We stood in front of the gaping black mouth

of the ancient cave, in awe of its terrible splendor.

- Dan.

Hold it, you two.

Angela.

- Alright, let's get moving.

- Is everything alright?

- Yeah, okay.

Send down the meat.

- I'll go first, followed by the ladies.

You gentlemen bring up the rear.

Hmm.

- You're next.

- Um, um, I've got, uh, to check something out in my pack.

- Uh, yeah.

- Flanders, you're holding up the show.

Flanders!

- Are you alright?

- I'm okay, I'm okay, no broken bones.

- You only fell two feet.

- What happened.

- The rope broke.

You okay, matey?

- It was cut.

- Nonsense, it must have been sheered through by a rock.

- Whatever you say, boss.

- Don't give me that tone.

We have a serious job to do here.

I have to go back to the company and tell them

whether there's enough gold left in this mine

to sink half a million dollars into exploratory digs.

I don't fancy complicating things

with your own personal brand of hysteria.

Alright, we'll continue as planned toward the other side,

skirting the old mine.

Let's get going.

- It's cut.

- We haven't got all day.

- You want to read the map?

♪ When you can't find your way out ♪

♪ Oh yes, when you can't find your way out ♪

- I think we should take a break.

- Alright, take five.

But don't stray too far.

- So uh, just exactly

what is this book you're writing?

- It's a historical account of the legends

surrounding these caverns.

- Starting with the evil spirits.

- Yes, and continue with the Golden Spike

and the two unsuccessful attempts to reopen it.

- I thought there was only one attempt.

- We're the second.

- Dramatic license?

- Premonition.

- Geoff.

- What is it?

- I think you better see this.

- What now?

- Alright, I'll be right back there.

- What now?

- What's up?

- Over here.

- There's gotta be area.

- Yeah, nobody around.

- Hmm, whose is it?

- It's not ours.

- Look at the frame.

- What could have done that?

- I don't know.

- Looks like somebody threw it around a bit.

- You'd have to do a lot more than that

to one of these frames to get it to look like that.

- Was this how you found it?

- Yes sir, soon as we found it, Tony gave the alarm.

- Well, since there's obviously no one around,

I suggest we stop wasting time and get moving.

- Listen, Hemmings, this is no artifact.

- Now do you think we should spend the limited time

we have running around looking for someone

who probably isn't here in the first place?

- He could be hurt.

- And he could be in Basin City drinking beer.

- Oh, Mr. Hemmings.

- Now, this mine has three levels with 10 miles

of tunnel running through.

If we ever complete our excavations,

we'll probably find them, provided they're here.

- What do you make of that?

- Huh, looks like plastic explosive.

- Explosives?

- Well, I'll be jiggered.

- Isn't that stuff a bit dangerous

to leave lying around like that?

- Only if there are any blasting caps.

- Well, that's a relief.

- We've got work to do.

- What do you think?

- I think our Mr. Hemmings is becoming

a regular Captain Ahab.

- No no, I mean about the pack.

- Oh.

Well uh,

I, I don't know what to think.

- What do you want me to do about this?

Oh.

- What are you doing?

I don't want that stuff in my pack.

- Don't worry, it's safe as sunshine.

Just don't sit down too fast.

- Mr. Calvert, I'm paying you to

scout the tunnel ahead,

not to dally at the end of the line,

- Aye aye, captain.

- We pressed on into the forbidding darkness

that lurked around us, afraid that

any moment might be our last.

Calvert.

I've been, I've been a little worried about something.

- Shoot.

- Well, have you ever heard of the fire damp?

- Yeah, so?

- It's an explosive gas that's found in these mines.

- What's your point?

- According to Arnold Fletcher,

in the great Colorado mining disaster,

when the whole side of the mountain blew off,

he described it like you leave a stove on in a house,

and it builds up pressure, and then when it finally

ignites by a big conflagration,

well like a flare he said.

- There's plenty of fire damp in this cave.

But fortunately it's heavier than air,

it only collects in the lower levels.

- Are we going any deeper?

- No.

Besides, I wouldn't worry about setting it off, anyway.

Unless of course I had explosives in my pack.

- That's not funny!

- Come here.

You guys, come here.

Look.

- It's a gold ingot.

- What's the delay, what's going on here?

- What the, we're supposed to be

looking for ore, not ingots.

- Oh, that was found on company property.

It will have to be returned to the company.

I'll take personal charge of this.

- Alright, let's go, we'll let him be the treasurer.

Come on.

- Morgan.

What brought you here in the first place?

- A big blooming boat, mate.

- This rough-hewn Englishman,

a boat?

- Yeah, best way to travel.

Especially in those days,

you could sort of relax, you know what I mean?

- No, you misunderstand.

I mean what were your reasons,

your modus operandi, so to speak.

- Oh no, I didn't have one of them.

No, I don't think I could have driven it, anyway.

The road was flooded.

- An obstreperous individual, with a wealth of knowledge,

if only I could break through that rough-hewn exterior.

Well, I mean, you've mined other places, right?

I mean, where?

- Oh, the North Atlantic.

- This man from Camelot,

the Atlantic?

- Yes, it was during the second war to end wars.

I worked on one of the mine layers,

you know, mining the North Atlantic?

Not on my own, mark you.

- Naturally.

- Me and another bloke.

- No, you misunderstand.

What I want to convey in this report is,

is the reason you wanted to mine here,

you know like dig, prospect.

- Right, yeah, some people just don't

have a sense of humor.

- What was that?

- I suppose it was when I first went down a mine.

- How deep was this mine?

- 300 feet.

- Okay, yes, go on.

- 300 feet, mate, not 3,000 feet.

- 3,000 feet, great.

- Give you guys a foot and you take the whole leg.

- There must have been some incentive

for you to want to get into mining.

You know, like I said before, a modus op, uh,

some overwhelming reason for wanting to mine.

- Well, I suppose it was when I joined

this real big blooming operation.

They mined half the stuff

that was required by Western Europe.

Yeah, and you know what else they used to do?

They used to give each miner a ton

for himself every month, free.

Nix and for nothing.

- One ton of,

wait a minute!

There's not enough gold in Fort Kno, 30 miners

a month of gold--

- No no no no, not a gold mine, a coal mine.

You know, coal, black diamonds?

Coal like you burn in your fireplace.

- Coal.

Black diamonds, diamond, diamond mine, great!

- And you know when we got half of that stuff out of there,

we found one of those.

And do you know what one of those is?

- What?

- A dead one of those.

- Morgan!

Come on, I'm trying to write a book here.

I want experience, and that type of thing.

- When I first went down there,

we met one greenhorn I tell you,

he would never make a miner, never.

Well, we were working down the mine one day

with another guy who fancied himself as a ventriloquist.

When the ventriloquist says to me, watch the greenhorn,

and with that he hollers right into the coal face

where we'd been working.

So the voice said, "help, help, I'm stuck in here."

Well, that greenhorn, he jumped right up,

grabs a shovel, gets hold of that coal face

and starts attacking it real wild, you know.

And the voice is saying,

"help, help, I'm still stuck in here."

And he piled up half a ton of coal in back of him

when all of the sudden, the voice came from

that pile of coal, and that voice now said,

"help, I'm back here now."

Well, that greenhorn, he threw down his tool,

and he said, "well, it's your bloody fault,

"you shouldn't have jumped off the shovel."

- How big was the shovel?

- Mr. Hemmings, I think I'd like to take a sample of this.

- Uh, your attention boys and girls.

We'll be taking some readings for a few minutes.

If you don't have any further responsibilities

at the moment, do try to stay out from underfoot.

- I was wondering if I could talk to you for a little while.

- Well, what do you want?

- I want to find out a little bit

more about you for my book.

- Well, go ahead.

Your mom will get a big kick out of it.

- Ah, okay I guess.

- Great, what I want to find out is.

- So, how long you been hitched to Flanders?

Well, don't worry, it's only small talk.

- Keep it that way.

- Little touchy, aren't you?

- No, you're just a little crude.

- Does he get jealous?

- Mind your own business.

- I have a feeling I'm not getting anywhere.

- Oh, on the contrary,

you're just about to leave.

- Right.

- Calvert.

Smile.

- Cheese.

- What?

- Cave in!

- Angela!

- Angela!

- Hold it.

Calvert, Calvert, for God's sake,

the whole ceiling is going to come down.

- Not before I get her out.

- I order you to stop right now.

She's dead, Calvert.

No one could survive quake.

- She's my responsibility.

- And what about the rest of us?

If we lose you, if these cave ins continue,

who's going to know how to handle it?

- I thought you were in charge.

- But you're the expert on caves.

What's done is done.

Think about the living.

- He's right, Geoff.

There's nothing else for us to do.

- There are only two other ways out of this tunnel.

One's through the old mine.

- Nah, that's too dangerous, mate.

Those timbers, they're rotten twice through.

- I agree, I agree.

The only way out is to go back the way we came.

I'm going to have to climb out of the pit,

lower another line.

- Can you do that?

- Doesn't seem like I have much choice, does it?

- Where's the entrance?

- Whole bleeding roof's caved in, whole bleeding lot.

- What are you going to do about getting us out of here?

- Nothing.

- Be sensible, Calvert.

- Look, the only other way out is through the old mine.

We know that's too dangerous.

I say we wait until your company finds out

we're overdue, and then sends out somebody to find out why.

- What if they won't send anyone?

- Of course they will, they have to.

- Not if he didn't tell them we were here.

- Is that true, Hemmings?

Is that true, Hemmings?

- Yes, it's true.

Now listen, Calvert.

Bravo, Calvert.

- Calvert.

Calvert, you've got to apologize to him.

- What are you, crazy, he's already gotten us killed.

- We don't stand any better chance

with the two of you at each other's throats.

What, you're going to hit me, too?

You're going to be a big man, you going to be the big boss?

It may not look like it, but I love Cindy very much,

and I'm not going to let you kill her.

- Alright.

What do you want me to do?

- Apologize to him.

We've all got to stick together.

- Alright.

- What do you want?

- Uh.

I came to apologize.

- Don't make me laugh.

- Look, I lost my temper, I'm sorry I hit you.

- Lot of good that does.

- We need you.

We all gotta work together.

- Alright, I'll accept your apologies,

on one condition.

I'm still giving the orders.

- Whatever you say.

- Alright, let's get going.

- Thanks.

- Sure.

- I want everyone over here right now.

It's time we got organized around here.

We can't go back the way we came,

so we're going to drop to the second level

and exit through the old mine.

- Hey Geoff, Geoff!

- Be right there.

- Take a look at this.

What is it?

- It can't be, they never got in this far.

- Well, this one did.

- Maybe we should dig our way out the way we came in.

- Feel free.

- What do you make of that?

- Voices from the past.

- Oh, don't go poetic.

If you know something, spit it out.

- When the dig finally closed in 1883 the,

the miners sealed the inner chambers

to prevent whatever was picking them off from getting out.

- What could frighten grown men to leave their job?

- It's gotta be dead by now.

- One hopes.

- I'm sure it never existed.

- Something had to make that hole.

- Mind like a steel trap.

- The evil lives, I can feel it.

- Shut up.

- What?

- I said shut up.

If you have any questions, we can deal with them topside.

Is that understood?

Put that flare out,

there's probably still some gas in there.

- What in the.

- Protection.

In the last years of its operation,

the Spike lost 14 good men to causes unknown.

After the last series of disappearances,

the miners put them up to

see if anything was coming up behind them as they worked.

When that failed to stop it,

the miners refused to work altogether.

- Then the mine closed, superstitious idiots.

Where's that wind coming from?

- 'Ell, Mr. Hemmings, straight from

the pits of 'ell.

The evil lives.

- Grow up.

- I think we better get out of here.

Let's go.

- Where are you leading us now?

- I'm looking for those lights.

- What lights?

- They're on the map, the ones Flanders talked about.

If I can get them attached to my battery,

maybe they'll lead us out of the shaft.

- Dan!

- Oh!

Oh, don't ever do that.

- I came back to see if you were alright.

My flashlight went out, and I got really scared.

- Me too, honey.

- No Dan, I mean really scared.

Those stories about the mine, they can't be true.

We're talking about people dying.

- You know, ever since I saw that skull,

I got the horrible feeling that all those stores I'd,

I'd collected were true.

I mean, more than a feeling.

I believed it.

- I don't know what to believe anymore.

- Believe in each other, each other.

What's that?

- The wind stopped.

- Well, this is it.

There should be some wires on the ceiling.

- Over there.

- Where've you been?

- We got lost, it won't happen again.

- See to it, we can't afford to lose anyone.

- I heard of, I heard of it happening before, but never...

Sometimes they use acid to eat through

hard areas in the rock.

Sometimes it'll pool and leak into lower levels.

- He's right.

Maybe she was on the, the other side of the cave in,

trying to dig her way out when, when she died.

- Oh God.

- What's the matter with you?

- That weren't no acid what killed her.

- Morgan!

- I'm sorry, Geoff, I've seen more than one man

half eaten with acid, and not one of them looked like her.

- Superstitions.

- It lives.

- What lives?

- I don't want to hear any more of that from anybody.

- What about Angela?

- I, I'll take care of her.

- I think I found an entrance, on the third level.

I don't want to get everyone's hopes up,

so I'm going to try to find it myself tonight.

- I'm, I'm alright, check the others.

- Get that thing out of my eyes.

- Where's Dan?

Dan!

Don't you touch me!

- Let me help you.

- Like you've helped us so far, like you helped Dan!

- Hold it right there.

- Shut up, I don't want to hear any more.

Get away, get away, you killed Dan.

- Stop it!

- Dan.

- Stop it.

- Dan!

- That's not right, Geoff.

- I know!

I know.

I'm going after him.

- You're what?

- Geoff, we've got to find the third level.

- You can do that much without me.

Morgan will help you.

- Morgan will not.

I've heard about that third level,

enough to know that I'm not going down in it.

Don't you see, it's the home of the beast.

Its lair, its nest.

- What about the exit?

- There is no exit.

- Look Morgan, I'm asking for your help.

Please find the exit, and then you're free

to do whatever you want.

- Alright Geoff, but not for you, for her.

- Calvert!

I paid you, Calvert!

I paid.

- Flanders?

Flanders.

- I'm not going in there.

- Go on, missy, atta girl.

- I said I'm not going in there.

Ah!

- Keep it down, these timbers are shaky.

- What are we doing to do?

- I say we turn back.

- Who asked you?

- We'll never get through that.

Even if we did, we'd just keep going down.

Our only chance is to go back,

get closer to the surface.

- Much as I hate to say it, I agree with Mr. Hemmings.

There's no way out from level three.

- Flanders was wrong.

- Where's Dan?

- Hey, what is it?

- He's dead, isn't he, Calvert?

- No God, please not.

- You've got to let us know what we're up against.

- I don't know.

- Geoff--

- Shut up, you big dumb fool.

- I want my husband.

- What do you want me to do?

I was wrong.

I led you down here.

Now two people are dead.

You better find somebody else to get you out of here.

- You're not going to get out of this that easily.

You were paid to lead this expedition--

- I don't want responsibility for your lives.

Morgan was right.

Let him take over.

- Coming through now.

It ain't waiting for old Morgan.

He's gonna get out of this hole.

He's gonna get out of this hole right now.

- You have to help us.

- I know.

Uh, I saw some rigging back down the tunnel a ways.

We can stretch it behind us for protection as we work.

- That'll never stop the thing.

- No, but, it'll slow it up enough for us to run.

- Forgot, that is your specialty, isn't it?

- You don't expect this to hold up, do you?

- Not a chance.

Alright, we're through.

- Come on, Tony.

- Leave him, leave him, we'll all--

- Hurry up, Tony, this,

this room's about give, hurry up.

Come on, please help me.

- We're getting out of here.

- You're crazy, let me go.

- Somebody help me.

- Ah, help, don't let me.

- We've got to get out.

I gotta get out with my gold.

- What?

- I've got to get out with my gold.

Let's go.

- It's on the other side.

Damn.

Hemmings.

Hemmings!

Hemmings!

Hemmings!

- I know your kind.

You're after my gold.

You're all after my gold.

Nobody's gonna get my gold, nobody.

Nobody's getting it.

Come back, come back.

I need you, I need you!

- Hemmings!

Hemmings!

Hemmings!

Cindy, it's alright, it's me.

Come on.

- We're going down.

Don't you understand, we're going down.

- Quiet, it'll hear us.

Oh my God.

Shh!

There's gotta be something we can use out of this junk.

What?

Blasting caps.