(drumroll)
(rousing orchestral fanfare playing)
(fanfare ends)
(piano and orchestra play gentle phrase)
(soft whooshing) (gentle theme plays)
♪ ♪
(soft, distorted breathing)
(deep whoosh)
(whooshing)
(door creaks)
(kids chattering)
(kids shouting happily)
(kids whooping)
(excited shouts)
♪ ♪
Hey, man, let's get out of here.
School is out.
What's up, little brother?
I'm gonna catch up with the twins.
♪ ♪
Hi, Will.
Hi, Gwen. Come on, let's go.
♪ ♪
(horn honking)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
BOY: Hey, Will.
Any thoughts on your first semester
as an American overseas? Guys, stop it.
Just answer the question, and in English, please.
(playful British accent): At an English school...
(normal voice): the people want to know
if you made any friends-- that's their question to you.
Any, uh, lady friends, maybe?
Looks like a pretty lady over there...
Hey, guys, guys, back off, okay?
Shut up.
Why don't you talk to her, then? Huh? Why don't you...
(all talking at once) BOY: Hey,
that's the new girl, right?
Will, why don't you go talk to her?
I mean, why not?
(brakes squeak)
♪ ♪
WILL: Wait! You forgot your scarf!
♪ ♪
(crow cawing, birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(pulley squeaking)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues)
♪ ♪
For Christmas, I saw--
I shouldn't have said anything, but I did...
(horn honking)
Good afternoon, Stantons.
Miss Greythorne wishes to extend an invitation
to the whole family to attend a small
Christmas Eve party at the manor.
Mince pies and malt wine. Can we count on you?
Yeah. Yeah.
What about you, Will?
Oh, yes, Mr. Lyon. We'll all...
It's Merriman. Please.
Look forward to your company.
We'll be there.
(imitates British accent): Yet, if you refuse,
I'm afraid we'll be forced
to ridicule you behind your backs.
GWEN: What's a mince? Mm, I hope it's a fruit.
Would it kill them to put, like, a cherry
or apples in their pies? I mean...
Guys, wait up. I don't think
it should technically be allowed to be called a "pie."
MOM: Hey, guys, look who's home.
Whoa! (laughter)
Look at this stranger! Hello, fellas.
Oh, my God, Max!
What are you doing here? (laughs): Hey!
Family Christmas.
Family Christmas?
Didn't stop you missing last year.
Or the year before.
Hey, Gwen, sweetie, you don't let
these guys corrupt you, all right?
So, Max, how's college?
Uh, it's, uh, pretty good.
Hey, Max.
You still doing
that Tai Kwon Do?
Come on. Challenge me.
(grunting): Oh! Oh!
Don't kill him. He just home! Guys?
Hey, Mom.
How was school? It was good.
Yeah?
Will.
I got your room.
(laughs)
(music playing)
(chuckles): Hey, Will!
How long you staying?
I don't know, a week, maybe two.
(chuckles): All this for a week or two?
Oh, come on, Will. Do me this one favor?
People to see, I got phone calls to make while I'm here.
I can't very well be doing that
if I'm sleeping in the attic, can I?
(wry chuckle): And I can?
Yeah, well, you're young, versatile.
Hey... we gonna go
all-out for your birthday?
Special day.
I didn't forget.
Don't change the subject.
Thirteen.
They grow up so fast.
14, actually.
(door creaks)
(motorcycle roars on video game)
Hey, man, lame about Max.
Come on in.
We're glad to have you here. Hey, uh,
this will be your designated area.
Yes. Smile.
Hey... What? That's funny!
Come on! Come on!
(creaking)
(hinges squeaking)
(gentle theme playing)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling, window rattling)
(wings flapping)
Boys, turn the TV off. James. MOM: All right, guys, come on.
Everything's getting cold.
This looks delicious!
(indistinct chatter)
(dogs growling quietly)
(growling continues)
(indistinct chatter continues)
Maybe next year we'll get Steven home,
make up the full crew.
Would you like to see Steven?
Yeah, that'd be awesome.
Well, we'll try to get him home.
It just depends on where the Navy sends him.
He's probably in the Bermuda Triangle or something like that.
DAD: To Steven. OTHERS: To Steven!
(indistinct chatter)
So, uh, Max, how did this semester
finish out?
It was, uh, it was good.
Any more thoughts on grad school?
No. Just, uh,
still, you know, weighing my options.
Weighing your options.
And, uh,
what about you, Dad?
DAD: Things are pretty good.
Good. So then you're, uh, you're-you're coping.
I mean, it's a lot,
you know-- new place, new job.
It's been... it's been a long time since
you felt able, right? Max, drop it.
Nah, it's all right, it's all right.
It's turning out... to be a good year.
Yeah. The move here has been good
It has. It has. for us, I think.
All of us.
(low growling) Will...
Will!
What are you staring at?
The dogs. Hey, man,
I know that look.
Yeah, it's the look that that girl
gave you on the bus today.
You met a girl on the bus today?
No, he looked at a girl on the bus today.
Wasn't his type. She didn't look back.
All right, all right, all right, leave him be,
leave him be. Isn't this nice?
(low growling)
(slow, mysterious theme playing)
(high-pitched whooshing)
(wings flapping)
(high-pitched, echoed whooshing)
(bells tolling)
(man speaks indistinctly)
(bell continues tolling)
(bell stops tolling)
MOM: The tree is here!
(grunting)
(straining)
(grunting): Come on, George, push!
There we go.
MOM: Hey, come on, it's gorgeous.
Just bring it right on through.
(laughs): Be careful of the boots.
MOM: Boys, come and help!
Isn't that gorgeous?
Just, um, lean it up against that wall,
and my boys'll take care of it.
Will, this is Mr. Dawson from Court Farm, and George.
GEORGE: I got it.
So...
this is Will Stanton, eh?
Pleasure to meet you. And you, sir.
Hey, George, look here.
It's Will.
So it be.
And with a birthday today as well.
Uh... yeah.
MOM: That's right.
Yeah, that's right.
MOM: Can I get you gentlemen something?
Coffee or tea?
No, we won't be stopping.
Too much to do before the storm sets in.
The storm? Yes.
Bad weather on the way.
Tomorrow'll be a bad night.
The nights after... beyond imagining.
Really?
Excuse me.
(birds chirping)
Well... you have a good day, huh?
Come on, George.
MOM: Thank you so much, gentlemen.
Will, you gonna come open your presents?
Oh, yeah.
(grunts)
Hey, heads up.
Happy birthday, big guy.
Sorry. I made a little mistake with the age, but we'll just
fix that right up for you.
No, no, that's okay.
Here you go, Will.
Thanks. Happy birthday.
Second one comes on Christmas-- there's two of them.
Oh. Yeah, happy birthday, man.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues)
(chuckles)
Gwen.
Gwen, you shouldn't have.
I knew everyone else would forget.
(chuckles): Thanks.
Here, let me help you.
So, what's your wish?
What?
It's your birthday.
You're allowed to have a wish-- anything.
Uh...
Snow.
You know, like we used to get back at home?
Yeah.
I want lots of snow.
♪ ♪
GIRL: I'm gonna get you!
Oh, you're so busted.
(laughing)
(cawing)
GWEN: You guys, I got him!
He's here! You guys! Hey, can you hear me?
Steven! Aw, hey, son!
Steven! Hey, Mom and Dad.
Bros!
Gwen, look at you-- you're becoming a heartbreaker!
(laughter) MOM: Isn't she?
STEVEN: Sorry I can't be there.
As you can see, I'm busy defending the Free World.
We miss you, son. Very, uh, tropical.
STEVE: All the gifts are gonna sort of have a Hawaiian theme.
Yeah, perfect for, uh, winter in England.
Hey, Will, listen, yours is different.
I was walking on the street market the other day,
and, I don't know, for some reason I knew it was for you.
Cool. Thanks, Steven.
(laughs): These are fantastic!
STEVEN: Anyway,
enjoy the day, and I wish I was there.
You, too. We wish you were here.
DAD: We wish you were home, too, Steven.
STEVEN: Take care of Mom and Dad, guys.
And Merry Christmas.
(others shouting holiday wishes)
(indistinct chatter)
(quiet, melancholy theme plays)
(wind blowing softly)
(exhales)
(wind whistling softly)
(sighs)
(quiet laugh)
(wind whistling)
(wind grows louder)
(exhales)
(yells)
(grunts)
(slow, mysterious theme plays)
(pants)
(crow cawing)
(man speaking indistinctly)
(crows cawing)
(cawing continues)
(cawing crows louder, more excited)
(cawing continues)
(cawing growing louder)
(hissing loudly)
(cawing continues)
("Jingle Bells" playing) (indistinct chatter)
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
So, you want all those things, do you?
(lively, indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
(bell dings)
Can I help you?
Hello?
Are you going to buy that? Oh.
(chuckles): Sorry. Um, it's for my sister.
I see. Five pounds.
Thank you.
There you go.
Thank you. Thanks.
(light, eerie tinkling)
(mysterious theme playing)
Excuse me, sir?
I wonder if you wouldn't mind coming back with us?
Only we think you may have left the store
without paying for an item.
What?
N-No, I don't think so. I'm sorry.
Might just be
a simple mistake, sir.
Or perhaps you wouldn't mind accompanying us
back to our office rather than dealing with it here
in public.
This way.
Please.
MAN (over P.A.): Huntersville shopping center
is proud to announce our holiday specials.
Be sure to visit us on the third floor.
Thank you once again for shopping with us
at the Huntersville shopping...
You all right there?
Mm-hmm.
Nicked something, didn't you?
Nicked?
You stole something?
We've been watching you
from the moment you came in.
It looks like trouble.
Looks like a thief.
Wandering hands have deep pockets.
Children are always the worst.
You won't mind if we search you then.
Hmm? What?
Or perhaps you'd rather we call your parents,
let them know that you're being investigated for shoplifting,
which is a criminal offense in this country.
That's right.
Don't waste our time, Will.
(raspy, distorted): Just give us the sign.
How do you know my name?
Give us the sign, Will.
Just give us the sign.
The sign.
BOTH (distorted): Give us... the sign.
Give us the sign!
(grunts)
(panting)
(gasps)
Get off!
(grunting)
(grunts)
(panting)
(screeching)
(birds squawking)
(squawking continues)
(gasps)
("We Wish You A Merry Christmas" playing)
(sighs)
(announcer talking indistinctly on television)
It's impossible to understand...
(ball bouncing)
...its original purpose because the monument is so...
(sighs)
(over television): A revolutionary new experiment
might provide a way to unlock its secrets.
(ball bouncing)
Will, get out of the way.
DAD: Hey, guys.
Hi, Dad. Hey, Dad.
Robin, Paul.
How many times do we have to tell you "not in the house"?
Sorry. Sorry, Dad.
Dad, Dad, um, can we talk?
Can, uh, can we do it later, Will?
I have to grade all this before the holidays.
Since nobody wants to stress about physics
over Christmas, I have to do it myself.
But later, I promise.
No, just for a sec, please.
Look, something is going on
with me.
I-I don't... it's mixed up.
(chuckling): Will, you're 14.
These changes are normal.
Uh, y-you talk to your brothers about it.
Your body's starting to feel all funny and different?
(loud static on television)
(breathing heavily)
(dog growls)
EERIE VOICE (distantly): Will.
(grunts) Oh...
sorry.
(indistinct conversations)
MOM: Everybody, let's go, come on, kids.
Mom, Dad, wait up.
(overlapping conversations continue)
(bell jingling)
(quiet, noble theme playing)
(indistinct conversations)
(bridge creaking)
("Deck The Halls" playing)
LYON: Go inside, sir,
and have a marvelous time, hmm?
Thank you very much.
Stantons.
MOM: Hello.
Merry Christmas. Give me your coat.
Thank you very much.
Coat, darling, please.
All right, thank you. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas to you.
Come on in and have a wonderful time.
Coats, please.
(indistinct talking)
Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.
Do take something to eat, I hope you're hungry.
I am hungry. They're always hungry.
(laughing) Yes, they are.
Merry Christmas.
I need to talk to him.
Discretion, Merriman, there is a right way to do things.
And a way of getting them done.
A drink for the vicar, please.
Ah, thank you very much, Merriman.
Less haste, Merriman.
No way.
(Will laughs)
Ow...
It's fruit.
Mince pie is fruit.
Oh, thank God. It's fruit.
Mmm.
All right.
Something to eat?
Oh, no, no, I'm fine.
Drink? I'm cool.
Ah. Nice to see you... again.
("Deck the Halls" playing)
Out of your league, buddy.
Watch and learn.
Hey, how you doing?
Hi, there. Thank you.
You want some food or something?
Sure.
LYON: He slipped away.
He had his reasons.
I've got to go after him.
This may not be the best moment.
The boy is troubled.
I'm used to dealing with warriors, not boys.
This warrior is a boy.
We can't afford to wait.
You know what's out there.
(Will grunts)
(animals chittering)
(breathing heavily)
(hoofbeats thudding)
(gasps)
(horse neighs)
(distorted, echoed breathing)
(distorted hoofbeats)
(panting)
(distorted huffs)
(distorted neighing)
(panting rapidly)
(horse neighs) (Will gasping)
(barking)
(snarls)
(intense, dramatic theme plays)
(growls, barks)
(grunting)
(distorted huffing)
(distorted neighing)
(distorted barking)
(Will panting)
♪ ♪
(deep whoosh)
(distorted, gasping breaths)
(distorted hoofbeats)
(barking)
(grunts)
(huffs)
(panting rapidly)
Why do you run, boy?
Who are you? What do you want?
The sign.
I don't know what you're talking about.
(neighs fiercely)
Are you frightened of me?
You should be, Will-- I'm very angry.
All this time it was you.
Give me the sign. What sign?
Give it to me now!
I don't know what you're talking about.
You escaped me once before, a mistake I won't repeat.
Now, give me the sign.
LYON: Leave him be!
Leave the boy alone, Rider.
You can't fight us all.
You're not strong enough.
Not yet, but I will be.
THE RIDER: My power rises now.
Five days are all I need-- then you
and all your kind will be destroyed.
Merry Christmas, Will.
(horse neighs fiercely)
(dogs snarling)
Walk with us, Will.
Where?
Through time.
(mysterious theme playing)
(deep whooshing)
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(doors creak deeply)
(gasps)
Where am I?
LYON: This is the Great Hall...
where we are strongest.
You're safe here, Will.
No one may enter here without our invitation.
Who are you?
We're the Old Ones.
Well, to tell the truth,
we're neither young nor old, being outside time.
You're the last of us to be born.
You are the Sign Seeker.
Everybody keeps talking about these signs.
Sorry. Honestly, I don't know what that is.
GREYTHORNE: Will, you are part of something
that has been waiting for you all your life.
We-- the Old Ones-- we serve the Light.
The Rider, he serves the Dark.
The Dark is rising, Will.
It is you who must restore the power of the Light.
I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Greythorne,
but... maybe you've got the wrong guy.
LYON: A thousand years ago,
a great battle was fought here
(distant horses neigh) between the Light and the Dark.
The Light won, but only just,
and the Earth was saved.
The Dark was defeated but not destroyed.
To protect the power of the Light,
it was divided and hidden in the form of six signs.
And the Seeker... will find the signs.
(chuckles): And-and you think I'm this Seeker?
LYON: On your 14th birthday,
when you were first able to sense a sign,
the Dark sensed you.
In five days' time, it'll reach its peak.
Unless you have all the signs, you won't be able to fight it.
Well, I don't know how to sense a sign.
The Book will tell you how the signs are to be found.
Only the Seeker can read the Book.
You are special, Will.
The seventh son of a seventh son.
Ah, you-you got it wrong-- six, actually.
I only have five brothers.
I guess you made a mistake. I'm sorry.
I'm-I'm not the one.
You will not be able to run
from this, Will.
Better open that now.
See what'll happen
in five days' time if the Dark prevails.
♪ ♪
(burbling whoosh)
(fierce neighing)
(whooshing)
(screams) Help!
(fierce neighing)
(whooshing)
(crackling)
(horn honking, tires screeching)
(panting)
(wind whistles)
(teakettle whistling)
Hey, Will. You're back late. Where you been?
I-I went for a walk. Why are you all dirty?
Hey, where were you, man? Hey, tell us where you were.
WILL: Leave me alone!
(grunting)
(groans)
Are you okay? Yeah. You?
Yeah. What was that?
I don't know. Puberty?
♪ ♪
Where did you get this?
Just surfing.
Seemed sort of cool, and I figured,
physics problem-- I know the man to ask.
Since when did physics become cool?
I don't know.
You spend all your time on it-- I thought maybe you and I
could spend some time on it together.
I always hoped you'd stick to more fulfilling pursuits,
like... Xbox.
Dad...
really, I'm interested.
(fire crackling in fireplace)
I-It's like some sort of equation
about light and darkness,
almost like they're fighting for the same space.
What... I need to know is,
can dark win?
That's not how it works.
There are no winners and losers in physics, Will.
But according to this, Dad, maybe darkness
isn't just dark...
but, like... but, like, a thing.
S-So... so I mean,
could-could darkness...
could it hurt someone?
Hurt someone?
That's not how it...
Look, Will, you don't want to waste your time
with this stuff.
It's theoretical. It's boring.
I want to know. Well, you can't.
(chuckles wryly)
Look, Will, you're a kid. Just enjoy it.
Just be happy you don't have to deal with it.
I have work to do.
You know, Dad,
when I was little,
you never told me not to be afraid of the dark.
(wind whistling softly)
(shutters rattling)
(grunts, yells in pain)
(groaning)
(humming "Deck the Halls")
MOM: Will, stay off that foot.
Mom, it's fine, okay? I just twisted it.
I've called the doctor-- I wanted to ask him
if you should go to the hospital.
Mom, I do not want to go to the hospital.
Well, I know, but we'll see what he says.
Mom, I do not want to go to the hospital!
Hello, Doctor.
THE RIDER: Good afternoon. Come in.
THE RIDER: And I hope you don't have to.
Hello, Will.
Let's have a look, shall we?
Come on, sweetheart.
Come on. Wait a minute, Mom. Mom...
MOM: Honey, it's all right.
Come along, don't worry.
I don't bite.
(chuckles): Now, come on.
There we go.
Here we are.
Let me see.
(pants, grunts)
Hmm, I wonder.
Mrs. Stanton, do you have a tape measure so I can
check the swelling?
Y-Yes, yes, I'll go look. Mom, no.
Thank you.
Mom, stay here. Sweetheart...
Think somebody doesn't want to be separated from his mummy.
Come on, now. You'll be fine.
I'll be right back.
You leave me alone.
These old fools would have you
do work that they can't.
But they haven't told you that you'll fail.
Now, give me the signs, Will.
I don't forget those who stand with me...
nor those who stand against.
I don't have what you want. Will,
I'm the Dark on this Earth.
I'm the end of everything you see and know.
But I can help you.
(quiet whoosh)
(soft gasp)
♪ ♪
(grunts in pain)
And I can make things very much worse.
(Will gasping, panting)
MOM: Here we go.
Ah!
Wonderful!
Actually, it's fine.
Um, the good news is, he hasn't broken it.
Yes. But I do think
he's damaged the ligaments, so it's going to take time.
Right.
Now, my advice to you, William, is take it easy.
And don't look so worried.
It's not the end of the world. Not quite yet.
(chuckling)
All right. All right?
Yeah, terrific. Thank you for coming by.
You're very welcome. We so appreciate it.
You have a lovely home.
Oh, thank you.
Bye!
Bye-bye!
(squeaking, clanking)
(slow, mysterious theme plays)
♪ ♪
MOM: It's your brother... Tom.
You two were born just minutes apart.
(inhales deeply)
Another set of twins.
Oh, who would imagine?
What... what happened?
We... we don't know.
We don't know.
What do you mean?
(heavy sigh)
Well... when you...
when you were both just...
just two weeks old-- just new, just babies--
(baby crying in distance)
(sighing): There was a storm one night.
(thunder rumbling) You were both crying
and I took you downstairs.
Your father was working in the study
and I asked him to check in on your brother.
And he was distracted just for a few minutes,
and he went in, and...
...Tom...
...he was gone.
What, kidnapped?
They-they searched for months,
and we... (sighs) we hoped for years,
but they n... we n... (sighs)
They never found anything.
Why didn't you ever tell me?
We were devastated.
Especially your dad, you know?
He-He just blamed himself.
As the years went by...
...we just spoke of it less and less until, finally...
...just not at all.
So... (sighs)
was Tom... born before me?
Yeah.
Yeah, he was.
(sighs)
Another big brother.
(noble theme plays)
(sniffling)
(voice breaking): Seventh son.
♪ ♪
(light, sparkling tone whirring)
(noble theme builds)
(whooshing)
(mystical theme playing)
(quiet laugh)
(book spine creaking)
"Six signs were created to contain the power of the Light,
"from stone, bronze, iron, wood and water.
"But the sixth was to be carried
in the essence of a..."
"The essence of a human soul"?
"The signs were hidden
"and scattered throughout time.
The Seeker will find them."
Okay.
Look at this.
This pattern, it's a fractal.
It's physics-- my dad teaches this stuff.
Like-Like a hiding place that goes on and on forever.
Like a clue hidden in plain sight
that declares the presence of a sign.
George, can you pass me your hammer, please?
GEORGE: Here you go.
Thank you.
Gwen, I'm sorry.
(grunts)
The sign in stone.
Five more to go.
You are the seventh son
of a seventh son, Will Stanton.
You step through time,
one by one, the signs will call to you,
you will gather them and gain the power
of the Light.
You are the Seeker.
LYON: Not all the signs will be so easy.
And The Rider wants them, too.
He may try to trick
or threaten you.
Well, then how do I face the Darkness?
You'll learn to face it as you are.
You have powers, Will.
You'll be able to command light
or fire, move objects, summon great strength,
and of course, step through time.
Can I fly?
What? You know...
(whooshing)...fly.
No, no, I don't think you can.
Merry Christmas.
(wind blowing)
(noble theme plays)
♪ ♪
(pipe organ playing magnificent melody)
(organ melody continues)
Good morning.
(quiet, indistinct conversations)
(organ music continues)
Mrs. Stanton.
Yes?
May I introduce you to my mother?
Ah.
Mother, this is Mrs. Stanton. She lives in the village.
Hello.
And this is the young boy
I was telling you about.
(organ music ends)
VICAR: A very happy
Christmas to you all.
If we could now stand,
we'll sing hymn number one
from the hymn book, "Joy to the World."
(organ plays intro)
♪ Joy to the world, the Lord is come ♪
♪ Let earth receive her King ♪
♪ Let every heart prepare Him room ♪
♪ And Heaven and nature sing ♪
♪ And Heaven, and Heaven and nature sing ♪
♪ Joy to the world, the Savior reigns ♪
(mystical chiming, whooshing) ♪ Let men their songs employ ♪
(singing becomes faint) (whooshing, rumbling)
(whooshing and rumbling stop)
Where is everybody?
Exactly when they were.
It's we that have moved.
They can't see it, of course.
You've sensed a sign, Will.
You've moved us through time.
The late 13th or early 14th century.
Now, you see?
The crypt has not yet been bricked up,
so that means we're before the plague.
About 1290, I'd say.
Be quick, Will.
The Rider was present,
and he will hunt you through time.
Well... I-I don't know where it is exactly,
just-just that it's here.
I suggest we prepare.
Merriman, guard the Seeker.
(low growling)
What do you reckon?
Dragon.
GEORGE: He wouldn't send a dragon against us, Mr. Dawson.
Knows better than that.
Eh, it could be a shapeless beast, I suppose.
Nah. Dragon.
(distant growling, deep thudding) GEORGE: I don't think so.
(spits)
Flagon of ale says it is.
(spits)
(deep thudding fades into clicking of heels)
That ain't no dragon.
(hissing)
GREYTHORNE: Be careful. She's not what she seems.
(hissing)
(hisses)
Will, where's the sign?
I'm looking. I'm not sure.
Concentrate!
I'm trying.
(roaring)
Guys!
Stand back, Will! Stand back, Will!
(startled grunt)
(grunts)
(hissing)
(panting)
(hissing)
(grunting)
Hurry, Will!
LYON: Hurry!
Ugh! I'm trying.
Ew, that's disgusting!
(hissing)
LYON: Come on, boy!
Find the sign!
Will, use your powers!
My powers. Right... my powers.
Light!
Awesome.
(hissing)
"Thomas Stanton."
You all right, Miss Greythorne?
This is highly unpleasant.
Will, do hurry up.
Will, do something.
Will!
Okay, Will... my powers.
(stone rumbling)
(hisses)
LYON: Will, hurry!
(hissing)
(hisses)
(yells)
I found the sign.
Guys, I found the sign!
♪ ...the Savior reigns ♪
♪ Let men their songs employ ♪
♪ While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains ♪
♪ Repeat the sounding joy, repeat the sounding joy ♪
♪ Repeat, repeat the sounding joy... ♪
(bell chiming) MOM: Thank you very much.
Merry Christmas to you.
Professor, are you aware that we have a Stanton
buried in this churchyard?
A Stanton? Here? Really?
No, I had no idea.
This section here is the oldest part of the church.
You see there?
A stone built into the wall.
DAWSON: Did you enjoy the service?
How 'bout your dear old mum, eh? (hisses)
Your time will come.
"Here lie the remains of...
Thomas Stanton."
Stanton, Tom.
GREYTHORNE: He's buried in the crypt below the church.
An ancestor, perhaps.
My ancestor was an Old One?
Oh, not only that, Will,
he was a Craftsman.
LYON: In a time of great danger,
when the Dark threatened,
he made the signs in secret, even from us.
He told us that five were made of common substance.
And the sixth sign?
Stanton said it could never be found
because it was never hidden.
Well, then how am I supposed to find it?
You're the Seeker.
You're our guide.
Only you can interpret the meaning of his words.
A soul freely given to unleash the power of the Light.
His own?
Stanton, he made...
a choice, Will.
His family fled from the Dark,
across the land,
and his descendants across the water,
until one day... they returned.
MOM: I don't see any dates.
Oh, so...
so there's no way of knowing, is there?
Could be nothing to do with us, right?
A coincidence.
Right.
Yes, of course. Coincidence.
Well, Merry Christmas.
Yes, Merry Christmas to you.
You know, Miss Greythorne
is a generous supporter of the college.
You fixed the job for my dad?
Destiny brought you here, Will.
We just took care of the details.
(clock ticking)
(pages flipping)
(ominous theme playing)
♪ ♪
(chimes tinkling lightly)
(whinnies)
My power increases by the day,
and in three, I reach my peak.
But the Seeker has two signs now,
and with each, his strength also grows.
My offer is true.
Work fast, bring me what I want,
and then you shall reap your reward.
(husky, rasping neigh)
(wind whistling)
DAD: Best one yet.
MOM: Oh, thank you, sweetheart.
(dishes clattering) It was good, wasn't it?
(groaning): Oh, I'm stuffed.
MOM: I am so full.
And we've got lots of turkey leftovers,
which will be fantastic for sandwiches.
Oh, good, yeah, turkey sandwiches later.
Exactly. Hi, guys. Hey.
Um, everyone... this is Maggie.
Maggie, everyone.
MOM: Hi. DAD: Hi, Maggie.
MOM: How you doing? Can I help with anything?
MOM: No, we're fine, really. Don't worry about it.
Yeah, we're just stopping for a minute.
We're gonna run and grab something.
James, come on, help your mom.
JAMES: What? Oh...
MOM: That's right, James. Help your mom.
JAMES: Thanks.
MOM: Yeah, come on over.
I thought you were studying
to be a professional dishwasher.
(conversation fades)
(gentle theme playing)
(blows)
(light, mystical tinkling)
(laughs gently)
Are you an Old One?
Do I look like an Old One?
No, no. Just... older.
I'm just here to look out for you, okay?
(ominous theme plays)
(door opening)
Brr!
Catch your death out here.
Can I help you?
Yes, Max, I think you can.
(light orchestral waltz plays)
♪ ♪
(laughs)
(waltz continues)
Very good.
Here you go.
Thank you.
I can do much more.
(whispers): I have powers.
Come here.
Um, so, uh...
y-you and James, I mean, are you guys...
you guys, like, um...
What?
Friends?
Yes. I like your brother.
I mean,
boyfriend-girlfriend friends?
Will... aren't there more important things
for you to be thinking about right now?
It's important to me.
I-I think about you all...
(sighs): I just... like, I felt like
we were... we were connected.
(footsteps approaching)
Hey. Where you been?
Waiting for you.
And hanging with your little brother.
He's so sweet.
Let's go.
Yeah.
Sweet. Aw.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(door creaks open)
(metallic ringing)
(ominous theme playing)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(panting)
Can we talk?
I've spent my life being Will Stanton,
social inadequate.
Most of the time, I'm just invisible.
And then you come along and then tell me I'm special
and that I've got powers.
So I'm, like, great, you know?
Life's gonna be better now, right?
No. No, it's not.
I am no superhero.
I'm still me.
You... are... the Seeker, Will.
The future of the human race
rests on you.
Don't you understand it?
Look... I'm supposed to save the world?
Okay, I can't even figure out how to talk to a girl.
Don't let a girl distract you-- you've got work to do.
There are only three days left.
Go on.
Fine.
Go on!
Three days, Will.
I got it.
(noble theme playing)
♪ ♪
(gasping)
(yelling)
Miss Greythorne.
Look. What is he doing?
Hmm?
(Will yells)
Expressing himself.
Doesn't he know he'll exhaust his powers?
You are not without your own lessons to learn, Merriman.
He came to you, not for more warnings.
He needed you simply to listen.
(yells)
(debris clattering)
(gasping)
Will?
Gwen. What are you doing here?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
(flames roaring)
(rumbling, zapping)
What?
(rumbling, zapping)
Stay close.
(deep whooshing)
(Scottish folk music playing)
(yells)
(grunts)
What happened?!
(all shouting)
We stepped through time. What?!
(grunting)
(neighing)
Gwen, go!
(meows)
(horse neighing)
Gwen! Gwen, get down! Get down!
(fierce grunt)
(loud, echoing thumps)
(distorted, fierce yell)
(grunts)
There it is.
(panicked shouts) (man yells)
Shh, shh! It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
(wood crackling)
I need to get that shield, Gwen.
It's the only way we're gonna get home. Trust me!
(yells)
(man growls)
(grunts)
(growls)
(men shouting)
(horn blowing)
Be quiet.
It's okay. Stay there.
It's okay.
(warriors clamoring in distance)
(kitten meowing)
(growls, yells) (gasps)
Whoa...!
Will!
(yells) (Gwen screams)
WILL: You!
Leave her alone! (grunts)
Will!
(gasps, yells)
(alarm beeping)
(beeping continues) (man grunts)
Mm?
Oh. Oh, okay.
You want... you want the watch? Yeah?
Yeah?
Yeah, all right, trade.
All right, watch...
for the shield, okay?
All right.
(low grunt)
(crackling)
Gwen, we got it!
We got it! (whooshing)
LYON: Will, I warned you!
Gwen, go home. I'll catch up.
And don't tell anybody about this, okay?
Okay, go home. Go.
You exhausted your powers!
You could've been killed!
I got the sign, didn't I?
On my own! I didn't see any of you
helping out, okay?
You were selfish and irresponsible.
Every day, the Dark is tightening its grip.
Only you stand in its way.
Yeah. Yeah, you keep telling me.
Will, Will, Will!
Please! All right, I'm sorry.
I-If you wish to express yourself,
I-I'm sure that... that I can listen.
It... it's so...
You know what, I'm, like...
This whole thing's just... (grunts)
You know?
Is that it?
Yeah.
Miss Greythorne said this is...
this is natural for someone your age.
(quiet, mystical theme plays)
What if I can't do this?
Trust... that you can.
Even the smallest light shines in the darkness.
Go on.
♪ ♪
(distorted neighing)
(ominous theme plays)
(horse huffs)
The height of my power approaches,
yet still the boy collects,
and now holds, three signs.
You know what you must do.
But understand, you are not the only one I've enlisted,
so deliver on your promise, or I shall deliver on mine.
(neighing)
Seeker!
Witness my wrath!
(horse neighing)
(crows cawing)
(rumbling grows louder as cawing fades)
(wind whistling)
GREYTHORNE: Our Seeker has very little time.
Perhaps not enough.
Throw it on the back! Leave it!
(indistinct shouts)
(siren blaring)
(woman screams)
(ominous theme plays)
(wind rushing)
(horse huffing)
WOMAN: Come along, Colin, quickly!
Let's get out of this terrible weather!
(wind whistling)
They're completely out of food!
There's none left!
We're gonna have to eat whatever Mom's got
in the freezer.
Come on.
Max, are you all right?
You know, about your room...
It's gonna be more than a couple of weeks.
Yeah? Yeah, okay, whatever.
(deep, British accent): Whatever?
I'm sick and tired of your attitude.
Little remarks, things you're saying behind my back
when you're trying to turn everybody against me--
you think I don't see that?
Max? Max, what's going on?
You've got issues, Will.
You want to sort 'em out?
(whooshing)
(people shouting indistinctly)
(Max laughing)
WOMAN: Get off the table!
Well, well, what do we have here, huh?
You sense a sign, is that what we're doing here, huh,
Seeker? Max, you're getting weird.
Dude, this isn't really you.
(normal voice): Oh, really? It isn't?
Is this real enough for you?!
(grunting)
(Will grunts) (distorted, echoing yell)
(grunts)
(villagers chattering)
MAN 1: Ladies and gentlemen!
Gather round...
MAN 2: Gather round me! ...for the main event!
MAN 2: For the main event.
We have the champion!
(loud cheers)
MAN 1: And challenging our champion today,
the challenger!
(crowd jeering)
(bells tinkling) MAN 1: Ladies and gentlemen,
fame, fortune and happiness await you!
(husky grunt)
(laughing)
MAX: Where's the sign?!
(bells clanking)
MAN 1: Get him out!
I want him out of here!
(gasps)
WILL: Put-put-put me down! Put me down!
(gasps)
(Will yells)
You jumped through time!
You sense a sign?
Give me the signs.
(laughs): Give me all the signs.
I...
hate to do this
to my own brother, but you're not giving me
any choice, so I'm gonna count to ten.
One...
Max! Okay, it doesn't matter two...
about college.
Three! That's why
your stuff's in boxes. (laughs): What?
Because you're not going back.
Four!
Because you dropped out.
Five. So what?
Mom and Dad will understand.
Six.
The Dark is using you, Max.
Seven.
It is using your fear.
You flunked some exams.
(Max chuckles) So what?
Big deal. It's how you deal with it, Max.
Eight.
And you don't have to deal with it alone.
Your family loves you.
Ni...
nine.
Max...
I hate to do this to my own brother.
(grunts)
(surprised laugh)
The champion! (crowd cheering)
Champion. 1690.
(mysterious theme playing)
(mystical whirring, tinkling)
(gasps softly)
(laughs)
(groans)
You all right? My head hurts.
What happened?
You fell.
(gentle theme playing)
MAX: Hey, uh, Dad?
What? Yeah?
You got a sec?
Yeah. Come on in.
(bell clanging)
(train whistle blows in distance)
(door opens) (man laughing)
It won't be stealing-- we'll leave some money, eh?
Or rather, you will.
How about a wager, George?
A flagon of ale.
GEORGE: Eh.
Nice try, Mr. Dawson.
(laughing)
Dragons, indeed!
Anyways, shame to leave
the old place all quiet and lonesome.
THE RIDER: Off-duty, gentlemen?
(ominous theme plays)
Very careless.
Straying out at a time like this.
We're here for a wager, Rider.
And we'll take you up on yours as well.
Oh, you Old Ones.
You're not scared of anything, are you?
Well, that's good.
That's going to make it so much easier.
(thunderous boom)
(eerie, distorted neighing)
(raspy huffing)
(crows cawing)
(cawing, screeching)
(screeching)
(men yelling)
(wind gusting)
(wind rushing, whistling)
(wind whistling, whipping outside)
(gas hissing, flame crackling)
ANNOUNCER: The government has declared
a state of emergency. Here, here, here.
Attempts are being made to deliver
essential supplies to the most severely affected areas.
Experts believe the current conditions
will last for at least another week...
You guys, Miss Greythorne
has invited everybody in the village
to come stay at the manor.
They have their own generator there,
their own food,
fuel-- which is more than we can say we have.
MOM: That was the last
of our soup heated on the last of our gas.
Okay, that's it-- we pack our bags tonight.
Tomorrow morning we go.
But what if the weatherman's wrong?
WILL: He is.
The storm will peak in two days.
That's all we have.
If it doesn't get better by then...
it never will.
(wind whipping, whistling outside)
Just, um... just thinking out loud.
(quiet, mysterious theme playing)
(Will slurps, sets spoon in bowl)
It's "The Light and the Dark."
Is this what you were working on
the night... Tom disappeared?
I should have been caring for you boys.
Instead, I was...
My work-- Will, I-I thought I was onto something great,
a... a revelation.
It was just an obsession, though.
It was like I was being...
(baby crying)
...being pushed to unlock
this darkness; I couldn't stop it.
And I lost myself.
(thunder crashing) And worse...
I lost Tom.
It was my fault.
Dad, Dad...
Dad, it wasn't your fault.
(Stantons talking in distance) (wind rushing)
No. No, no, no. Stay.
(Gwen shouting) Guys, guys! No! Stay!
DAD: Let 'em go! They'll be fine!
Come on!
Now, you have four signs. Yes.
The other two.
Look, I'll find them, okay?
Will, tomorrow is what?
Will!
Will! Tomorrow is the final day.
Yeah, I know-- but even if
I find the fifth sign, I have
no idea how to find the sixth.
When I first saw you, I thought, no,
a boy, not a warrior.
I was wrong.
You've come a long way,
both as the Seeker
and as Will Stanton.
I believe in you, Will-- you'll find what you need.
Now, where are we strongest? The Great Hall.
If the Dark reaches its peak, meet us there.
I can't leave my family.
The only way to help your family is to defeat the Dark.
It's our only hope.
(wind whistling outside)
Wh-Where's George?
Our enemy knows no mercy.
(neighs)
(wood creaks)
(harsh neighing)
(neighs)
Your tricks can only delay,
and you have just trapped yourselves.
ANNOUNCER: We are currently experiencing a temporary calm
in what the Meteorological Office describes as
"the most ferocious storm ever recorded."
Reports from around the world say
the worst is yet to come. (kitten purring)
Arctic winds
bringing more snow are expected to cause major disruptions
in northern England, and further south, to London,
by tomorrow morning.
(distorted neighing)
Now with the darkness comes the cold.
(neighing)
(thudding, rumbling)
(crackling)
(muffled thudding)
(grunting)
(wind whistling, whipping)
(wind quiets suddenly) (soft crackling)
(neighs)
(soft crackling)
(loud, distorted neighing)
(amplified heartbeat)
(gasps)
(shivering breaths)
(deep whoosh)
THE RIDER (echoing): Give me the signs, Will.
Give me the signs or I will hurt
those who are dear to you.
WILL: Leave us alone.
THE RIDER: Do you want to ever go home with them again?
Give me the signs, and they will live.
(soft crackling) Give me the signs, Will.
(shivering)
WILL: No!
(cracking)
W... Look out!
(yells)
(grunts)
(panicked shouts)
Greythorne!
(Greythorne gasps)
(screaming)
Come, child!
THE RIDER: Do you love your family?
Do you care about them?
Give me the signs,
or I will choose for you.
Mary... Mary! WILL: Dad?
(ice crackling) What...?
(panicked shouts) Boys, get under the stairs!
(sword whooshes) (panicked shouts)
Look out!
(grunting)
(distorted neighing)
The boy is more capable
than I thought.
Return to him.
Bring me the signs,
and you will never age.
MOM: Are you all right? Thank God you're safe.
(everyone murmuring anxiously)
(blade scraping)
(huffs)
THE RIDER: Now let water finish what ice has begun.
(water rushing, burbling)
(townsfolk murmuring, whispering)
(water flowing, dripping)
(gasps, pants)
Just-just stay together.
Stay together here.
(panicked chatter)
Will.
Come with me.
You're not safe here.
You need to give me the signs.
No, they're my responsibility-- I can handle them.
Let me protect them for you.
I don't think I can do that.
It's me, Will.
Maggie.
Do you believe what you said?
That we're connected?
(laughs): Yeah.
I felt it, too.
You need to give me the signs before it's too late.
You need to trust me.
Do you trust me?
Yeah, I trust you.
(gentle tinkling)
(slow, ethereal theme playing)
♪ ♪
Hurry, witch.
With another sign, he will undo you.
(firmly): Give me
the signs.
(frustrated yell): Just give me the signs!
No!
(grunts)
(grunts loudly)
(glass shatters)
(husky neighing)
(cawing)
(screaming, gasping)
(screaming, grunting)
(mysterious, suspenseful theme laying)
THE RIDER: You have failed me for the last time.
Oh! Give me the signs!
No!
MAGGIE (distorted): Give me the signs!
(yells)
(screaming)
LYON: Hang on! MOM: Over here!
I'm coming! We're under the stairs!
Help me!
Oh, help! Get us out of here!
(mystical whirring)
(neighs)
(deep whooshing)
(echoing boom)
(dark cloud whooshing) (hoofbeats thundering)
(loud rumbling)
(wind whipping, whistling)
(eerie screeching)
(rumbling, debris clattering)
The Rider's reached full strength,
but he can't enter here unless we let him.
Merriman, I still don't have the sixth sign.
Keep the faith, Will. You'll find it, I know you will.
MOM (crying): Will! Will!
DAD: Will! Will, let us in! Please, Will, let us in!
Dad, is that you? Don't listen, Will.
DAD: It's your mother, Will!
GWEN: She's hurt real bad!
Gwen, is that you?
LYON: Don't listen!
(echoing moans and sobs)
Will, don't listen!
MOM: Help me, Will!
Mom! Mom!
DAD: Open this door, Will!
Don't open the door!
Don't... open the door!
MOM (sobbing): Help me! Open the door!
(grunts)
(neighing)
(grunt)
(eerie, distorted neighing)
(whooshing)
(huffs)
(gasps)
MOM'S VOICE: Thank you, Will.
(The Rider roaring)
(grunts)
(low, eerie whoosh)
(panting) (hooves trotting)
THE RIDER: Where are your guardians now?
(neighs)
THE RIDER: Have they abandoned their Seeker?
(crows screeching) Did you disappoint them, Will?
THE RIDER: A thousand years of waiting,
and what was there to show? Nothing!
(Will groans) Nothing but a boy
who could not do what was asked of him.
Generations of hope and promise, all a waste.
(panting)
(booming)
You know, I have something here you might recognize.
(horse huffs)
Once before, I made you an offer, Will.
Now here it is again.
Give me the signs, and the boy will live.
I'm not afraid to die.
(huffing)
I'm not afraid to die!
Who says it's you?
Tom?
Yes. Poor little Tom.
The wrong twin.
My prisoner
these last 14 years.
Imagine how he's missed his dear twin brother.
LYON: Resist him, Will. You're Will Stanton.
You are... the Seeker!
Give them to me.
No!
Then your time is at an end.
(neighing, huffing)
(Lyon yelling)
(grunts) (Lyon gasps)
(yelling) (deep whoosh)
(grunting)
(yelling)
(whooshing)
Say good-bye to little Tom.
No!
Tom!
(clinking)
(grunts)
(grunting)
You're alone, boy.
You failed to find the sixth sign,
and with only five, you're no match for me.
You're a failure, Will.
(horse neighs)
(whooshing, whistling)
LYON: I believe in you, Will.
(amplified heartbeat) You'll find what you need.
A soul freely given to unleash the power of the Light.
(amplified heartbeat continues)
(whooshing, whistling)
It's me.
My soul.
(whooshing stops)
(quiet, deep whirring)
(neighing nervously)
(slow footsteps thudding)
(horse huffs)
I am Will Stanton...
(neighing)
...the seventh son of a seventh son.
(neighing)
(panicked neighing)
I have read the Book.
(neighing) (yells)
(grunts)
I have walked through time.
(grunts)
I have gathered five signs.
The sixth could not be found
because it was not hidden from me.
(gasping)
I am...
the sixth sign.
And I have restored...
the power of the Light.
(deep rumbling)
(roars)
(low, eerie screeching)
(wind roaring)
(deep, echoing yell)
(yell stops)
(quiet, mysterious theme plays)
(clinking)
(deep burbling)
(breathing deeply)
It's over, right?
It's never over-- but today is a good day.
WILL: George.
GEORGE: Mr. Dawson.
George.
I want to go home.
GREYTHORNE: I think you should.
There's someone who wants to go with you.
(gentle theme playing)
♪ ♪
Tom.
♪ ♪
There are some people I want you to meet.
Come on.
Will.
You did all right.
GREYTHORNE: He might have shown
some appreciation... after all we've done for him.
He's only 14-- it's a difficult age.
(doors clank, creak)
(warm, gentle theme playing)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
(chimes tinkling)
(chimes tinkling gently)
♪ ♪
(no audio)
Go ahead. (Gwen gasps)
(laughing) Hey!
(laughter and quiet, indistinct conversation)
(theme resolves and ends)
(bright, up-tempo theme plays)
♪ ♪
(mystical theme joins as a counterpoint)
♪ ♪
(themes continuing)
♪ ♪
(music ends)