Fall, fall, fall, fall. Ah, there you go. Oh,
it never gets old watching people fall on the
ice. As long as it's not me. Oh, well, time to
get back to work. Hey, hey, hey, watch it, buddy.
Oh, hey, it's you. About time you got here. Let
me guess, traffic? Oh, yeah. Anyways, welcome
to New York, a place that has a history that
can be traced back to 10 ,000 BC, a place that
was once filled with Iroquois ancestors, and
they traded fur. Now, the only fur you'll see
are draped on women's shoulders. Instead of trading
fur, people now trade stock and their lives in
the hopes of a better outcome. A state that is
known as the Empire State. Even though no one
has found the droids they were looking for. New
York got its name from the Duke of York in 1664.
It's one of the largest producers of apples,
onions, cabbage, dairy, and... Urban legends.
You see what I did there? I know you thought
I was going to go on some lengthy conversation
about what the state does and the history of
it, the politics, religion, etc. But no, no.
We're going right into the stories. And our first
legend takes place at the beautiful Camp Lakota.
You want to go camping? For fuck's sake. Brooke,
quiet down over there. Sorry, I'm trying. Brooke,
I told you that you brought too much. You won't
be saying that in a couple of hours. You know,
I am surprised, though, that you were able to
get two cases in your backpack. I told you I'd
make it fit. Yeah, you sure did. I still can't
believe the fake IDs worked. Why wouldn't they?
I don't know. I never tried using it before.
Never? Really? Well, never needed to before.
No one ever asked. Must be nice. I get asked
all the time. How far do you think we need to
go? I say we go all the way to the lake. Can
you make it that far? I'll be fine. Remember,
I used to run cross -country. I'm sorry. Brooke,
that was your freshman year, and you quit halfway
through the season. I still used to run, though.
I trained hard that half -season. Whatever. Don't
you whatever me. What did you do? I played basketball,
remember? We went to state. Oh, yeah. I forgot.
Yeah, you forgot. It's not like you went to any
of the games. I went to a couple. Just never
saw any of them. And what were you doing? Well,
freshman year was Tommy. Sophomore year was Brad.
Junior year was... David. Yeah, yeah, David.
And... Senior year was... Tony. I still can't
believe you never saw me play. Were you any good?
Yeah. I was all state, so I think so. How come
you still don't play? No place for women to play.
Oh. Yeah. I guess that's true. Hey, are we almost
there? Starting to get heavy? It started to be
heavy as soon as I picked it up. We should be
almost there. Do you think we can get a fire
going? Well, I don't see why not. Had to keep
it small, though. Don't want our parents to find
out we're out here. They're all sound asleep.
Listen, all it takes is someone yelling and my
father will wake up. Yeah, my dad is the same
way. Hey, do you have... stop and think about
what it was like for them? In Korea, I mean.
Yeah. No. I used to ask. But I don't anymore.
I was the same. I bet they saw some things. Probably.
Yeah. But hey, nothing bad is gonna happen out
here. Just two girls getting drunk. Exactly.
Hold on. I need to readjust. God, I told you
that you brought too much. No, it's not the backpack.
I need to readjust my bra. Water is poking me.
For goodness sakes. Here, let me help. Do you
think guys do this? What? Help with each other's
bras? I mean with their underwear. Oh. I don't...
I don't know. I've never seen another guy do
it. Most guys I just see, you know, readjusting
themselves. I've seen that. Of course you have.
Is that better? Yes. Thank you. Oh! I see the
water. Oh, great. I'll start grabbing some wood.
Look for a good spot. Okay. Oh, is she gone?
Oh, yeah. I love that girl, but I don't know
about her sometimes. Okay. Wood, wood, wood.
Where can I find wood? Where's there any wood?
It's so dark out here. Oh. Oh, there's some.
There's a bunch of wood. Oh, shit. I dropped
my flashlight. That's okay. I can see nothing.
I can see fairly decent. I think I can pick all
this up. Okay, I'm just going to start over here.
Hey, Kelsey! Where did you go? I can't drink
all of this myself. The tale of Camp Lakota started
when, supposedly, a man's family was there on
the weekend and a couple of campers started a
fire down by the lake. The fire got out of control
and the man's family was killed. When the man
found out about his family's demise, and went
up to the lake two weeks later. One of the campers
there was found chopped to death by an axe. Instead
of shutting the camp down, supervisors would
sleep with knives and rifles, and even state
troopers were positioned throughout the camp.
One night, the counselors were awakened by the
sound of someone screaming and saw another camper
bleeding to death. and standing over them was
a man swinging his axe over and over, chopping
this poor camper to pieces. One of the counselors
was able to get a hit on the man with a hatchet
as he tried to escape. They followed the blood
trail into the woods, and the state police built
a perimeter around him and called for him to
give himself up, which he never did. So the troopers
built a ring of fire, and it consumed the area,
burning everything. everything to ash yet nobody
was ever found oh wow now every year on the anniversary
of his family's death you can see the shadow
of a man limping along the shores maybe looking
for his next victim since we're near a lake let
me tell you about a tugboat abduction yeah I
know. It already sounds weird. How was supper,
Reggie? It was good as always. What did you have?
Just canned meat. Nothing more. How can he eat
that? I don't like the rubber food you eat. You
know, I need more than this. Well, it is good
during this heat wave we're having. I don't feel
like cooking anything. Nah, I don't cook money.
I don't blame you. Say, Captain, what we got
going on tonight? We'll pick up a barge at seven
and move it to terminal by eight. That don't
sound so bad. Yeah, let's hope not. All right,
I'll go and tie us. All right, I'll get traffic
on the horn. Traffic, this is Tug Maria 120.
This is traffic. Go ahead. Good evening. Tug
Maria 120 here at LTT Conhawk. Two and a half
to seven. We're going to make up to the loaded
tank barge. Double skid 107. Our dimensions overall
will be 350 by 15. Deep drag on the tug. Like
to get up on our way and held up to Lincoln.
Should be around terminal 68 or so. Normal consumer
traffic to St. George. Your opposing traffic
will be Soul Reaver and your terminal is 62.
62. Got it. Thank you, traffic. Fair winds and
following seas, Captain. Hey, Reggie. We ready
to go? Ready to go, Captain. Go wake up Ryan.
Get up to the wheelhouse. What we need him for?
This is going to be a two -man job. One on the
bow, the other on the gunwale. It's going to
be tight getting behind the bodge. He ain't going
to like it. Just do it. All right, let's get
going. This better be good. I was having a good
dream. We got a tough hookup coming up. Going
to need two people. Ryan, you're number two.
Why didn't you wake up Sam? He did the last one.
It's your turn. Yeah, whatever. It'll be a quick
grab and tug. Just like your... Don't you dare
say it, you stowaway. Just messing with your
cap. I'm gonna go get some coffee. I'm just gonna
go get everything ready. Thanks, Reggie. Sol
Riva, this is Tug Maria 120. I'm gonna hug the
south side. Can you stay north, if that's good
with you? Tug Maria 120, this is Soul Reaver.
Roger that. Fair winds and following seas. Fair
winds and following seas, Captain. Hey, Cap.
The line's ready. Roger that. We should be there
in about ten minutes. Hey, Cap. Is that a...
Is that a plane? Yeah, looks like it's coming
in fast, too. Holy crap! Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Tug Maria 120 in the harbor. Just witnessed
what appears to be a plane crash. This is Coast
Guard 252. Tugboat Maria 120, please advise on
situation. Tugboat Maria, do you copy? Coast
Guard, do you read? We're heading to location
of crash site. Coast Guard, do you read? Damn
it, our radio must be out. Reggie, shoot up a
flare. Got it. You two get near the H -spid on
the bow. Let me know if you see anything. Come
on, Ryan. Get your vest on. Yeah, I know. I already
got it on. What was that? It looked like a plane
went down. All lights on. You see anything? Nothing
yet. Don't see any signs of the wreckage. Throw
it down a bit, Captain. We have to get close.
Did you actually see it crash? Yeah, I did. It
was a small plane, I think. Are you sure that
you saw where it crashed? Yeah, it should have
been just over here. Do you see anything? Not
a soul, Captain. Keep looking. You, uh, you see
anything? No, I can't see a thing in this water.
Murky as all hell. I'll just keep looking. Keep
looking? What do you think I'm doing, Reggie?
Here comes the Coast Guard! Tugboat Maria, 1
-2 -0, this is Coast Guard 2 -5 -2. Please signal
your lights if you can hear us. Hey, Cap, what
the hell? Can they not see us? I don't think
they can. Tugboat Maria 120, this is the Coast
Guard. Call out. Captain? I don't get it. What
the heck's going on? I'm switching channels.
Coast Guard, this is Tugboat Maria 120. We are
in area of the crash. Tugboat Maria 120. Please
be prepared to be boarded. Hey, we're over here.
Hey, over here. This is the Coast Guard. Call
out. Hey guys, what's up with the boarding? Hey
guys, hello? Hello? Tug looks abandoned. Engine
is dead. All lights are off. What the hell do
you mean abandoned? We're right here. Can he
not see our lights? Officer, I'm the captain
of this vessel. What seems to be the problem?
I'm going to check the wheelhouse. Officer, why
won't you acknowledge me? Are we ghosting you
or something? Are you sure that wasn't plain?
All I saw was a bright streak of light. Wheelhouse
is clear. Coffee was still steaming. The crew
is not here, though. Gentlemen. I don't know
what we saw, but I think something bad happened.
Captain. Sam. Sam is not at his bunk. Where did
he go? I don't know. Search the water. The crew
has to be around here somewhere. On July 13th,
1977. the Maria 120 tugboat cruised around the
New York Harbor with its crew of six men. Their
shift would go along uneventfully until approximately
9 .30 p .m. when all five boroughs of the city
lost power and fell into complete darkness. Emergency
transmissions came over the boat's radio, reporting
of the widespread chaos, crime, and looting that
erupted. As the single crew engine patrolled
the waters between Liberty Island and Battery
Park in pitch blackness, something even more
alarming happened. The crew witnessed a bright
streak of light through the night sky and what
appeared to be a private aircraft crash into
the harbor. They immediately radioed the Coast
Guard a distress signal. Shortly thereafter,
two Coast Guard boats were on site to aid in
the recovery. But what they discovered? was far
more disturbing than could be imagined. The aircraft
that was reported to have crashed into the harbor?
Not a trace of it. And the entire crew of the
tugboat Maria 120 was gone. Vanished. The boat
remained, but not a soul on board. Many believed
that the private aircraft was actually a UFO.
Well, I personally don't know about a UFO abducting
a tugboat crew, but it was believed so much by
the people that in 1982, a monument was erected
in honor of the mysteriously missing crew of
the tugboat Maria 120 in Battery Park, overlooking
the waters of the last known whereabouts of these
six men. Now, for something that may... or may
not exist, let's get out of the water and away
from the aliens and go somewhere where something
is definitely happening. You. Stay there. He'll
be here soon. Time to confirm our suspicions.
So, we finally have them. You are in for it.
Miss Red. Calm yourself. Remember to come at
this, clinically. Who are you people? I promise
I'm a good citizen. I pay my taxes. Mm -hmm.
How dare you say that in front of me, you bald
-faced liar! Ah, Red. Mrs. Blue, watch. So then,
tell me. Why do you think you're here? I told
you, I have no idea. You never said that. Only
how good a citizen you were. What is it that
you want to hear, lady? And just what was it
that we found? Oh yes, damning evidence. Blue,
give it here. There he is. I'm glad we finally
found another one with a purpose this time. There
are many eager to join the ranks, Mrs. Blue.
I'm now Mr. White. I'm supposed to be here. You?
Hush. I'm busy. My sniveling friend. Every single
man I have at my disposal has stood in your shadow.
Continue to hide the truth from us any longer.
There will assuredly be consequences. Do you
understand? Here. Can you read that chapter heading?
Oh, are you sure you can read, Ratbag? The hidden
kept secret of our moon? Well done. Now, do you
recognize it at all? Even just a teeny tiny bit?
Um, who's this man? Why are you here? Excellent
question, Mr. White. This person threatens the
very existence of our organization. The extent
of which, well, we'd like to find out. Look,
I don't know anything. Lawyer! You have the wrong
man. Just what is going on here? I demand an
explanation. Denial. Par for the course. Miss
Red, step aside. Mrs. Blue, please. As for your
partners, my colleagues are... cutting into them
as we speak. We know who you are, how you ascertained
your knowledge, and exactly how to get it out
of you. I do have somewhat of a personal attachment
to this. I put a lot of work into directing the
Armstrong bloodline. You don't know a thing.
The Armstrongs? I still remember our talks over
dinner. How someone or something brought me into
building their unnatural obsession with the stars.
We needed your specific perks to get the job
done, Mr. White. You have your use. Ah, so it
was you. It's no use. You're all just as vigorous
as we thought. You will get nowhere using him
here. Thank you. I know about you, sir. Please
refrain from using this veneer of innocence.
Mr. White, come here. Given your closeness to
these people, I need you to get all the details
from them, however you please. You will be rewarded
handsomely. How am I supposed to do that? Do
what you think is right. I'm sure you will know
how. We are all at your disposal. What are you
going to do? White? Did they call you? Not even
a day in this insane, incestuous family, you
cow -handed fool! You mother - Just stop! I will
personally see to it that you suffer here for
daring to uproot all of Lost's hard work! You
talk just like one of them. They ruined my family.
I thought we were together on this. We? Well,
I got us here. That was me. You got us here?
Elaborate, Mr. White. Clearly without my position
in the world. Your position? Miss Red, allow
him to continue. The motion for moon colonization
will always be extraordinary. I have never been
so valuable. What you did wasn't just from your
own merits. You roped in our whole town. No,
I will not listen to that. After I gifted what
I knew, you sought to blow it up in my face.
Throw it out to the world. You can't believe
what you're doing is right. Surely. It's... It's
so disappointing. I believed you. I believed
you were doing this for good. Mr. White, you
should consider very carefully what you say and
who you say it to. You are a fraud! Just look
at the two of us, my friend. See who's standing
where. Oh, you two are entertaining. At least
I kept my hands off the bottle. It was nothing
out of the norm. I hope not, White. We do not
deal with drunkards. That's what you are. White.
It was to celebrate with the neighbors. Nothing
too serious. Too serious? What happened there,
Mr. White? Stand on your own two feet. He just
couldn't keep his mouth shut. Sorry, sweetheart.
What was that? Everyone had to know how incredible
and important he was. He ruined it all. And now
me. Well, no, no, not entirely. Semantics are
important, White. Stop being such a coward. Look,
you were doing something extraordinary. Animals
and more than animals on the moon. Someone like
me was vital, right? Surely you can forgive a
small slip of the tongue. Small? Look at me.
Look at where I am. I thought you still had something.
If I have to go through all this, so shall you.
What are you talking about? Yes, he's a liability.
A drunk. And couldn't keep his damn mouth shut.
We have what we came for. Well done, ladies.
Ooh, is this where I come in? It would seem so.
Miss Red, deal with the townsfolk. With pleasure.
Mrs. Blue, please, make this right. With me in
your society, life unlike you have ever seen
will be there, and people will know my name.
How convivial. What the hell? Is he? They're
there now. Mrs. Blue, wheel them off into theater.
Cut all knowledge of this out of them. It is
my speciality. I'm glad he had to be disposed
of. I'd rather not deal with another hothead
in our ranks. Both you and Miss Red should be
in for a busy evening. You can't undo the past.
All you can do is face what's ahead. We make
it safer. We make it stronger. It belongs to
us. One planet. One people. As long as we remember
that we share one future, we will survive. For
our Mr. White, we need someone for our struggling
monster containment team. Now, this group of
people we have heard from before. Not much is
known about them, though. I tried to get to know
them when I was with them for a bit. They're
good. always hiding in the shadows. The story
you just heard me tell you is about a book that
was written but never published because the author
mysteriously disappeared before he could sign
a contract of publication. No one really knows
the true story, but those that saw the book always
wondered where he got the information from. Before
we take our last bite of the Big Apple, let's
take a train ride. Destination, the land of the
dead. All aboard! All aboard! Excuse me, sir.
I don't know how I got here. Do you have a ticket?
I... I don't know. But that's how it goes. Check
your pockets. You might be surprised. Maybe it's
not too late. I don't remember that ever being
in there. Are you getting on then? Well... Where
does this train go? Where would you like it to
go? Home. Then that is where it is going. To
learn how to love and forget how to hate. I,
uh, don't have any luggage to take with me. You
won't need it anyways. Last chance. You getting
on? Let's go. I guess. Let's go home. Sir, where
do I sit? I've listened to preachers. I've listened
to fools. It doesn't matter where you sit. As
long as you make your own rules. Aren't you in
charge? I am. And I'm telling you that you can
sit anywhere you like. One person is conditioned
to rule and control. The media sells it, and
you live the role. Who and what is to blame?
Excuse me, but can I sit here? No. You look as
lost as I am. I'm sorry, but do I know you? No,
I don't think so. Do you know how you got here?
No. Do you? I don't know, but please, sit down.
I'll take the company. What do you remember?
Nothing, really. I was just in the front of the
train. The conductor asked me for a ticket, and
I had one in my pocket. I remember when I lost
my mind. That is exactly what happened to me
as well. Well, do you know where this train goes?
The conductor told me it goes home, yet I don't
know where that is. Oh. Well, the conductor told
me that this train goes where I want it to go.
Thinking about it, yeah. I said home, and he
said that's where it goes. Life's not fair, is
it, my little friend? While some live in the
light, others stay in the dark. Oh, well, do
you know anyone else on this train? No, I don't.
Do you? Ah, well, now that I think about it,
no, I don't even know my own name. You don't?
Oh, I can't remember. Why are we here? No one
ever thinks what it is like being the other guy.
It makes you crazy. I don't know, but we're on
here now. I'm the only one who needs to know
that. It looks like we're coming up to a bridge.
Yeah, this bridge connects Queens to the Bronx.
I have no memory of ever being here, yet I know
this bridge. I think we... both must have lived
around here. I mean, I guess that would make
sense. Tickets, please. You already saw mine
when I boarded the train. The same with me. I
only need to punch the ticket, as this is a one
-way trip. You fear your confusion. We don't
even know where we're going. Why does it matter
where you go now? It didn't matter to you before.
I know what it's like to be alone in this world.
What do you mean before? We have no memory. You
choose not to remember. You still have your memories.
Wait. I do remember. I've been here before. I
came here to... I don't remember. Focus. Time
kills everything. No. No, it can't be. I didn't
do it. I'm here. I'm alive. Look at your ticket.
It will now have your destination on it. Life
is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
Mine says hell. What does yours say? Hell. Enjoy
your trip, ladies. Tickets, please. What do we
do? Is there anything we can do? We could jump
from the train. Do you really think I would let
that happen? I don't know if I could do it. We
have no way of knowing if it would work. Then
I don't know if there's anything else we can
do. Let the past die. Kill it if you have to.
I'm scared. So am I. I am not afraid of who I
am. You might be, though. I don't want to go
to hell. I don't think we have much choice in
the matter. We always have a choice, don't we?
I think we gave up having choices. I'm so scared.
It's okay. Just take my hand. We'll get through
this. Playing fair. Being scared. That gets you
beat. Life is not fair. Life or death will always
win. Now, one would figure that if something
is called Hell's Gate, you'd most likely try
and stay away. But that's not always the case.
This Hell's Gate actually earned its name from
sailors navigating the shallow channels, strong
currents, and rocky reef. A grotesque train to
hell is said to pick up the souls who perished
along the water below. And every year, with so
many people jumping from this bridge, whether
on purpose or by accident, trying to move out
of the way of the passing train only add to the
list of current souls already aboard this death
train. A train that I hope you will never ride.
A train with a one -way ticket to hell. Look,
we all die, right? The goal isn't to live forever.
The goal is to create something that will. New
York is definitely full of tales of strange events,
and we barely scratched the surface. But my time
here is complete. I have a meeting at the Biltmore
House. Maybe I'll talk to you one day there.
Janitor, sooner or later, we will meet. Let's
get weird, obscene, uncouth, and naughty. Let's
expose Greek, we didn't know you are. I knew
yesterday. Way back when it all fell through
and the bottom knew that I wanted you. You looked
at me around and around. We go, we go, we go.
Way back when it all fell through and we both
knew you didn't want me to. Songs about these
girls I knew yesterday