THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES #88 - Dig
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- MAG088 - Case #0030411 - Enrique MacMillan
Statement regarding a book found whilst beachcombing.
The Magnus Archives recounts the tale of a metal detector hobbyist, whose adventures led them to a grisly find and book with a singularly-focussed narrative,.
Starring: Martin Blackwood - Alexander J Newall; Basira Hussain - Frank Voss; Melanie King - Lydia Nicholas
Writer: Jonathan Sims
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Basira: "he was nice and funny and i liked him."
Martin: "that doesn't sound like the man i love. Nobody likes him."
Martin: *protection mode on*
When Melanie mentioned the missing artifact...I could feel my heart plummet.
Wait that's the organ that.. I forget.. it did things to puppets I think
@@Rin-qj7zt Yeah it was music from an antique calliope organ in epsiode 24. If it was played the puppets moved and they seemed to represent real people in the protagonists live. Then her boyfriend was shitty and they broke up and he died probably because of it since the organ vanished beforehand but it was never made clear how exactly it happened. The puppet had mimicked the boyfriends murder so it probably had something to do with that. Oh and the boyfriend heard the music coming closer every day before he died.
The organ belonged to the protagonists grandfather who was part of the evil circus that was in a later case report
@@Rin-qj7zt The TMA experience of making a sudden connection, and then realizing the only thing you actually remember is that "Was the... thing that...did things!"
The circus is getting back together, hide you children therefore the majestic russian creeps will very likely want to taste their fear. ;)
Looks like the circus is in town.
Looks like “operation discretion” is Daisy's code for her "licence to kill"
well elias told her shed have to kill him, so... lets say the organ isnt the only thing out there to get him
@@agoatinthecircus125 Ellias is in some serious trouble
@@agoatinthecircus125 Daisy will have to get in line 😂😂😂
@@frogonthebikeheh with ME, if I see him anywhere it's on sight
@@phosismyb1tch717 Elias be dead in a matter of seconds, but fr, he's a cute sneaky beastard
When Melanie mentioned the calliope and pronounced it like Sasha had, I literally felt me heart drop
I think this time, it's just coincidence. a lot of people pronounce it differently, it just so happens she pronounced it the same way.
its a really small detail, but i love how everyone has their different ways of introducing the statement. martin doesn't make a short description, and jon doesnt use the case number, instead just giving the person who made it and describing it. it may be small, but its one of my favourite parts of this, and it helps to show how different they all are, even with supposedly inconsequential things
“The hands were frozen at 4:19”
*We were on the verge of greatness. We were this close*
It was a tragedy that we couldn’t have a slip of greatness 😔
huh?
@@hillsophie334 the watch was frozen at 4:19 and the time on the recording was at 6 something if only we saw the watch face at 4:19 would have been epic
@@mavethorel742 No, what's supposed to be funny is that the clock was almost at 4:20, and 420 is a very funny number.
420 pot number, haha, 69 sex number, haha.
@@hillsophie334 It was almost frozen on 4:20, and 420 is scientifically classified as A Funny Number.
MARTIN IS THE ONLY ONE WITH A BRAIN CELL.
BUT HE'S SO SWEET AND MILD MANNERED THAT NO ONE TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY UGH
HE'S A PRECIOUS BEAN
I love how everyone gets into the whole recording thing. I like to think that they actually experience what the person was feeling at the time all Will Graham style instead of simply being theatrical.
After reading the statements, the characters sometimes sigh and snap out of it as if they went for a dive and resurfaced for a breath of fresh air. It's like the stories are capturing them against their will.
@@ksimvanderhlaar I get that feeling too
@@ksimvanderhlaar if you look at Jons page in the wiki, it explains it
liked for the hannibal ref
Rain M what what
I can only imagine Jon being like "MELANIE PLEASE CHECK THE ARTIFACT STORAGE FOR A CALLIOPE" and she going "where's it?" and "oh, so it's missing" and Jon going "... SHIT."
XD now I can only think of this
Judging by his reaction last episode, i can only imagine he went white with fear hearing it and knowing immediately what it was.
keeping your likes at 666 but liking with a comment ;D
"a run down label, no idea of what it might have said" OH BOY
HMMMM
Truely, a mystery
Oh, boy indeed
Jurgen lightner.
Okay, this might sound dumb but, I find it very interesting how every person who has been in possession of a Leitner calls it THEIR book. At first it seemed logical. The people having them either had, bought, or were selling one. But, I think the first time I really noticed it was with Jon, in episode A guest for Mr Spider. The fact that HE, this poor traumatized wreck of a man, called that book HIS, it really flipped a switch in my mind. Like, whoever you are, even if you hate the book, once it is in your possession, it is YOURS... even though I think the book owns YOU more than you own IT. It's really cool and terrifying
This is strongly supported by the contents of Episode 2 "Pageturner", ironically the first episode where a book from Leitner's library appears.
There, the current owner of "Ex Altiore" (unfotunately I cannot recall his name) said that if he only gave the book to Gerad, "it wouldn't count" and that he somehow had to accept the money.
I believe his mother Mary also told Gertrude in "First Edition" that one of her books "always found its way back to me".
@@voidjockey82 there was also that episode where we first see the Boneturners Tale, when Jared takes it the librarian chases after him because he feels like he HAS to
Leitner books: *exist*
Everyone that comes into contact with them: my precious
@@bleddynwolf8463 Ironically, that is the exception to the rule.
Every other time, the book was acquired "lawfully", either out-right bought or passed down/inherited, all which are more official and traceable forms of transaction.
*Spoilers, possibly?*
Jared on the other hand, if memory serves right, stole the book.
He felt called to it due to his affinity for that aspect of The Flesh, that's all in accordance with what we know. But him actually getting to keep the book and make use of its abilities was achieved without acquiring it like the other ones. One could make an argument that a library is public good I suppose.
@@voidjockey82 that’s a good point on the library being public goods. I wonder if Leightner’s library had any issues with the possessiveness of the workers over the books, if the books were considered Leightner’s, or if it was considered “public goods.”
OK I might die for this but like when she said the calliope had gone missing all I can think of is two mannequins rolling the calliope down the road by Georgie’s house at top speed while another mannequin slams the keys
Nikola, bored out of her mind: MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN
You turned a genuinely spooky episode (and previous episode) into a joke.
I hate how well i can picture this and its hilarious, because of the fact that it was playing. Meaning there was a third one enjoying the ride and playing it.
@@dull_demon4717it's reminding me of shrek when they have a fight and merlin and hook just play the piano and when the fight ends they run away hauling it behind them😂
The organ is gone - uhhhh...
Jon, you still alive?
They say you can hear one for miles.
God I KNEW that circus music was the organ!!!
Ugh I had to wrack my brain so hard last episode to remember what significance circus music had
Glad I wasn’t the only one who first thought of it
The boyfriend in the organ episode heard the music come closer before dying, I´m worried for John :(
Other Leitners: _will collapse entire caverns and erase you from history if you read them wrong_
This one: hee hoo diggy diggy hole c:
Compulsion
Was he also a dwarf?
@@audacioustabby2774 I just got SOI flashbacks
Dig Book: YOU ARE A DWARF, YOU ARE DIGGING A HOLE. DIGGY DIGGY HOLE, DIGGY DIGGY HOLE!"
I think that's what makes this one worse, it was direct in what it did, no loopholes or secrets. just the compulsion to dig, even it meant into someone.
i miss john's supplementals :(( sure they were mostly him just being paranoid or in deep shit but you know
Martin is so gay and immediately jealous it is so cute I am dying.
Lmao yeah his Lil "did you guys??"
I know I'm late to the party but I imagine martins heart skipping a beat everytime a woman asks for Jon
@@Kirgaby ME TOO ‼️‼️
I get the impression that every time someone reads a statement the person who gave it talks thru them without them even noticing
I’ve just come to the conclusion that if you willingly apply and accept a job at The Magnus Institute you’re a repressed theatre kid of some kind
It's the eye innit
All of the researchers do astounding jobs with getting information considering the state of the archive.
Hmmm I could only wonder why.
Seriously.... I could only wonder why. I dont know XD
When she said the calliope had gone missing I remembered the end of last episode and my blood went cold.
I like the idea that it grew legs and walked out by itself this time.
@@-S.L. I can imagine it getting up, walking straight through a wall, and no one has noticed the destruction at all.
Oh. Oh no.
@@-S.L. i prefer the funnier version of another comment, the short being "two mannequins rolling it down the road and one playing it"
your not the only one, tho i kinda had guessed the previous episode after the word "circus" and i think jon knew too.
Martin is rude now. I love it
Do no harm, but take no shit. 😁
I think he was _always_ lowkey rude/bitchy lol... like the first episodes we hear from him he's all "guess WHAT, i almost got KILLED because of you & your bs, hypocritical standards!!!" before he gets immediately hit by Jon's protectiveness. He's always stood his ground, but he always manages to communicate in the least productive or effectual ways possible-mainly because he's the one who always wants to peace-make and give all of himself to have impossibly gentle ends to an increasingly tragic, horrific and senseless world
Well yeah Jon is gone and everyone thinks he killed a guy and he doesn't know who actually killed him but it's likely one of his coworkers
It's like Jon's situation from season 2 but he's more mentally stable and it's worse
Martin is tired, he's always been very passive aggressive because it's the only way he knows how to communicate his negative feelings other than snapping and he doesn't like snapping because he really just wants to be peaceful and soft and sweet and cute but everything and everyone around him is so many levels of bunk that he can't and he's getting very frustrated
Martin. Martin please. Martin ilu but when Basira goes from "I need to find Daisy" to "I need to find JON" after finding out Daisy used a phrase that, in context, basically translates to "I will get away with using absolutely any means amount of violence I please" you should probably realise something is up.
Basira: Shit, Daisy's off to kill your Archivist, please help me find him FIRST
Martin: Who do you think you are coming here and saying you knew Jon better than me, and he told you jokes? Get lost, we're very busy here!
the watch was so close to 4:20 :(
BASIRA: [Spluttering] Oh, what? Urgh, no! Why does everyone think that?
MARTIN: Right, yeah, ‘cause I don’t actually… I don’t actually think he…
Me: 👁👄👁
_finish your sentence, Martin_
pls, Martin being petty once hearing Basira calling Jon funny and nice, 'whoops, oh sorry, you're no longer employed by the police, huh.'
I noticed it with Melanie's first reading two episodes ago, but I like how they all have their different ways of reading, introducing the statements, and all.
Also, if John and Tim are sass masters, Martin's domain is passive-aggressive hits x))
Edit : made it to the end, and I love how you know whenever Melanie is about to enter because she's the only one to actually knock in this damn place
@@tesscarney4095 but even then he has his own tone of voice/ personality as he states it which again saying words a certain way can really impact the entire mood
Well, it is polite to knock
She probably only knocks cause jon isn't there, the others are likely just used to not knocking because of jon asking them not to (childhood trauma episode theory)
@@dull_demon4717 Great observation, the attention to detail is incredible!
"Domain" you say? 👀
Daisy obviously gonna kill Jon... innocent Martin: I'm sure she'll find him
thank you mr newall for this performance i owe you my life martin is so gay i adore him
"Local man gains dirt kink, more at eight."
I think the more the Archive gets organized... the worse it is. Not sure how, just... the effect the statements have and knowing what the Institute is....
Leitner did say Gertrude was planning to destroy the Archive... maybe before destroying it she was leaving it messy on purpose to hinder... something...
I was reading the transcript when I realised that every paragraph after 8:52 ended with the word 'dig'. I'm not sure if there's a meaning behind it or if it was simply a writing style but this was just worth noting in case.
Nice catch
Probably because the statement maker became obsessed with digging.
All that talk about the underground, comfort, and dangers beneath the surface really gave me some Lost John's Cave vibes
VERY nice detail that melanie pronounces calliope the weird way Jon does.
no she doesn't she says it the way real sasha did, Jon pronounces it cal-eye-oh-pee and they pronounce it cal-ee-ope-ey
This is easilly one of my favorites. The repeated "dig" just hits harder each time
Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig
Dig
the change between old guy's narration to Marti's sweet oice is so bizarre, great acting
Nothing to find down here but secrets, treasures, and maybe a few more Leitner's...
We heard that organ in a previous episode :C Jon you better not die...
“A hollow space that all eyes point towards...” it seems those heavily influenced by these entities can tell when other such affected persons are near
We know about the eye,the fire, the meat, the stranger, the spiral, the darkness, the spider, the insects, and the disease but it wasn't until now am I certain that their is a dark power regarding the ground. The incident with the cave, the subway train that was slowly consumed by earth, and now this...just how many other dark forces at work am I missing, whose patterns I haven't noticed yet...that I can't yet...see.
The buried
The sky too
dont forget abt the sky
Dont forget about "michael" the distortion
@@vX-ter_ that's the Spiral
martin was so jealous of basira in the beginning its so cute 😭😭
I swear, Tim just has outstanding charisma to be able to do the things he's done.
So the thing to dig down towards is in Jon’s office.... Interesting
It also said all of the eyes point towards it. And Jon was claimed or something by an Eye entity or something...
I bet this guy who found "Dig" also found Jumanji on the same beach lmao
I can dig this episode
It was *_deeply_* interesting.
You
This guy's never played Minecraft or he'd know to never dig straight down
Nice
I miss John being in the archive. Really. And I feel bad for him.
But it means we have more of Martin and that's really something I like.
This is the most intense martins ever gotten. And did anyone else notice the static after he said DIG!
This is my favourite Hozier song!
I love how no matter who's reading the statements, they get sucked in. And because of that, no matter who's reading it, I get sucked in, too.
Anyone else when Martin said, "dig, dig, dig" the Yogcast "I am a dwarf and I'm digging a hole" come to mind? No? Just me? Well alright then....
Hahaha dang that was trip down memory lane
i havent heard that name in TWENTY YEARS
Why have you unbarried that in my mine?
@@briannabergman8381 There's a heavy metal cover.
I was thinking of Diglett's cry.
So glad they started having Newall do statements as well. Such a knack for storytelling. I shouldn't be surprised anymore but they all just keep coming with the talent... Even when they add new people it's consistently fantastic. Lydia Nicholas delivered a chiller a couple episodes back with creepy spider man and the blanket... Just phenomenal. Makes me motivated to start my own series! Onwards to another 3am night of binging I guess!
Martin is so jealous and sassy I love it!!
[CLICK]
BASIRA
Huh.
You still recording then?
MARTIN
What?
[CHAIRS MOVING, PAPERS RUSTLING]
BASIRA
Why? I thought that was John’s thing.
MARTIN
I mean, yeah, a bit.
You wanted to see me?
BASIRA
Yeah, well, your boss is busy and I tried talking to Tim, but…
MARTIN
Yeah, right.
BASIRA
And he said Sasha’s gone, so I thought I’d talk to you.
MARTIN
Okay. What do you want?
BASIRA
I’m looking for Daisy.
MARTIN
Oh for - Okay, I don’t know where she is! I don’t know where anybody is! Why does everyone… okay, why does everyone think that I always know where everyone is, all the time?!
BASIRA
Alright, okay, alright, sorry. They just… well, they said at the station that this was the last place she checked in.
MARTIN
When she was interviewing us. That was like a month ago!
BASIRA
Yeah, I haven’t heard anything so I went to check in with her at the station, and they said she hadn’t been in since February.
MARTIN
And no-one’s looked into that?
BASIRA
I mean, they don’t keep a close eye on… Well, she goes off the grid sometimes when working a case. Never this long, though. I thought it might have something to do with… y’know.
MARTIN
Look, he didn’t kill anyone, okay? There’s… I think something’s going on, okay. I actually think he was framed.
BASIRA
Yeah, well, I hope so. If not, well… I just can’t believe I was so stupid, you know? He really got me.
MARTIN
Got you how?
BASIRA
I actually thought I misjudged him. Hell, I liked the guy.
MARTIN
Wait, you mean… like you…
BASIRA
[Spluttering] Oh, what? Urgh, no! Why does everyone think that?
MARTIN
Right, yeah, ‘cause I don’t actually… I don’t actually think he…
BASIRA
I just, I mean he was good company. Y’know, when he wasn’t being a paranoia machine. He was funny, you know?
MARTIN
What, John?
BASIRA
Yeah.
MARTIN
I don’t think I’ve ever heard him tell a joke.
BASIRA
Maybe you weren’t listening.
MARTIN
Right. Well, I’m sure it’ll get sorted out when Daisy brings him in and you can probably talk to him then. Oh, sorry, I forgot you’re not actually with the police any more, are you.
BASIRA
Thanks.
So, you have no idea where Daisy is?
MARTIN
I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably just using her “operation discretion” to bully someone else.
BASIRA
What did you say?
MARTIN
Well, she was really rude, actually. She threatened to say I -
BASIRA
No, no. Did she use the phrase “operational discretion”?
MARTIN
Yeah. She said she had “full operational discretion”.
Is everything alright?
BASIRA
I need to find him.
MARTIN
Well, I’m sure your partner will find him; I just hope she’s not as -
BASIRA
No, I need to find him now! You’re sure you don’t know where she is?
MARTIN
No! I don’t know anything.
BASIRA
Okay, alright, fine. Just… Here’s my number. You call me immediately if you find anything out, okay?
MARTIN
Fine. Now please, we’re really busy.
BASIRA
Yeah, I need to go.
MARTIN
Yeah, good luck.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
MARTIN
Right, um, let’s…
…
[PAPERS SHUFFLING]
Martin Blackwood, Archival Assistant at the Magnus Institute, recording statement number 0031104, statement of Enrique MacMillan, given 4th November 2003.
Statement begins.
MARTIN (STATEMENT)
I never really loved the digging. Too much like hard work, I always used to say, and I’m not a young man anymore. So generally, if the finds aren’t near enough the surface for me to just pick them up, I’ll leave them be. Sometimes, though, you just can’t help yourself. You need to know what’s under there, so you get down on your knees and dig, dig, dig.
Last Saturday was like that. I hadn’t thought it would be, really. My knees had been acting up all week because of the damp, and I was mainly going out for the walk, rather than looking for any particular finds. To be honest, I was in two minds about taking the metal detector at all; it’s not exactly a lightweight piece of equipment. Back when I lived in London I always used to do mudlarking down the Thames. Wandering through the low tide with nothing but a bag, my eyes and a pair of thick gloves. I miss those days, without the weight of the detector. Without the need to dig.
I don’t even know why I took it. In the end, that stretch of beach is hardly virgin territory for hobbyists like me, and it’s usually been picked perfectly clean. So you can imagine my surprise when I started to pick something up just before Smeatons Pier.
It was almost dark by this point, and the cool salt air of St Ives harbour blew a fine spray of sand against my cheeks. It stung slightly, but not in an unpleasant way. Bracing, I think the word is. It was peaceful, quiet, and I was lost in my own thoughts, staring out over the darkening ocean, when the metal detector interrupted, breaking my trance.
I pulled out my little torch and shone it at the spot, looking for the telltale glint. But there was nothing but sand. Whatever it was must have been buried. I was debating with myself whether to leave it be when the detector barked again, more insistently. I hadn’t found anything else that day, so I sighed, pulled out my small, metal spade out of my bag, and started to dig.
It was only a minute or two before I saw it, a hint of gold-plated metal amid the coarser gold of the sand. A watch. The face was cracked down the middle, and the hands were frozen at four nineteen, but other than that it seemed to be in rather good condition. Not a bad little find, I remember thinking, as I started to clean the sand from around it. And uncovered the wrist it was still attached to.
I think I screamed. I must have cried out in some way, but nobody heard me, as there was no-one to hear but me. I cleared away a bit more sand, just to be sure of what I was seeing, and quickly revealed a stiff, unmoving hand. The flesh was icy cold and discoloured, so I was certain its owner must be dead, but it didn’t appear to have begun decomposing. I lowered myself slowly to the ground, trying to collect my thoughts, considering the thing I had just discovered with my clumsy, reckless digging.
I wanted to call the police immediately, but I don’t have a mobile phone, and it was a little bit of a walk to the nearest phonebox. My legs wouldn’t stop shaking when I tried to stand up, so I sat there for a while, my torch shining on that lifeless hand, trying to compose myself enough to go get help. It was an odd thing, that hand. The fingers were bent and bloody, and the nails had been chipped and broken. From the looks of it, the damage had happened before its owner had passed away.
Then I noticed something else in the sand next to it. Something protruding ever so slightly from the sand I’d already disturbed. It didn’t seem like part of the body, and I found myself reaching over to try and pull it up. It slipped out of the sand easily, eagerly even, and I didn’t even need to dig.
It was a book. The cloth of the cover had worn away, and it was still wet from the seawater that covered the area at high tide. I expected it to be a useless lump of wet paper mush, fused together and unreadable, but when I pulled it open the pages came apart easily. There was a label at the very front, but the ink had run and I have no idea what it might have said. So I turned to the first page.
It was very strange. It was just the one word, solid capital letters in a small, neat typeface at the very centre of the page. It said ‘DIG’. I took that to be the title, and turned to the next page. ‘DIG’. Exactly the same. The third page. ‘DIG’. The fourth page. ‘DIG’. Dig, dig, dig, dig.
Holding it hurt my hands. You know the way that if you say or read a word over and over again, it starts to lose all its meaning? To just sound like a jumble of noises or unrelated letters? Well this was the opposite. Every time I read it, it was like the meaning of the word became more solid in my mind. I knew what it was to find your meaning buried in the earth, to claw your sense from under the sand and mud and soil, to dig.
I had almost completely unearthed the body when the police arrived. Apparently a late-night jogger had spotted the scene, and called them. They believed me when I explained to them how I had found it, though they were none too pleased that I had so thoroughly ruined what may well have been a crime scene. I don’t think it was, and one of the friendlier officers later told me the man had probably dug himself too deep a hole in the beach, and it had collapsed on him when the tide had come in. A tragedy, but not unheard of. They still weren’t pleased with me, though, and once they had my statement I was sent on my way. The book was in my bag, and they didn’t ask to look inside, so… I kept it. I probably should have mentioned it to the police, but they were very rude. I understand now, of course, that they were simply irritated that I had robbed them of their opportunity to dig.
Perhaps they sensed it, that need inside of us. Above us, you see, there’s only the sky, the infinite, a void of space and emptiness so incredible that to think of it in detail is to overwhelm the mind. But down, down into the earth. Through the many layers of this globe, this sphere built and crusted upon a single, beating point. The centre of the universe for each and every one of us, that glorious convergence from which everything, everywhere, is ‘up’. To reach it, to approach that source, that rolling, molten centre of it all, the only thing you have to do is dig.
I’ve dreamed of it, of course. Safe and happy below, wrapped on all sides by uncounted miles of crushing, loving, earth and stone. I see it, and watch the passing of history build upon it, layer after layer. To travel down into the ground is to travel through time, that’s what I always used to say, before I found my book. And I still believe it, but time is the least of the things that waits for us down there, things I can barely think of without collapsing in fear. A thousand terrible things, trapped and alone, out of air and out of light, all contained within those three hideous letters: DIG.
In those dreams I hold a spade. It screams when I plunge it into the weeping soil, and the voice it cries out with is my own. The soft mud begs me to stop, trying in vain to save me. But I do not listen, and the pitted ruin of my shovel moves lump after lump of it, tearing it free of itself, and piling it around me, sculpting my own grave. Bringing the ground up to meet me where I must be buried. It fills my lungs, and I am free. I am awake. The shovel is in my hand, and the book is open to its chapter and verse: DIG.
In the moments without the shovel, without the torn ground, I have tried to find out more about the book, maybe even get rid of it. A bookseller I asked about it pointed me towards you and yours, before I dug into him, and so here I came. To tell my story, of course, but another thing as well; cold, empty and calling. There’s something here, you see. Something to be dug up, rooted out, buried within. A hollow space that all eyes point towards. And I intend to reach it, if my fingers don’t give out first. I know where to dig.
MARTIN
[Recomposing himself] Uh, um, the, uh, the statement ends rather abruptly there. Based on a few scattered notes and accounts from some of the older staff, it sounds like Mr. Macmillan got in a bit of a fight, which led to his arrest, and the replacement of quite a bit of the floor in John’s office. There are still a couple of boards with marks on them that I’d always hoped weren’t fingernail scratches, but I guess…
…
Anyway, Mr. Macmillan passed away while awaiting trial. Official cause of death is listed as “asphyxiation”, but I can’t find any details about exactly what happened. The book is currently held by Artefact Storage in a welded iron box, and placed on the top of the Do Not Access list, but since then it doesn’t look like it’s caused anything weird to happen.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Er, yes?
[DOOR OPENS]
MELANIE
Hi, have you got a moment?
MARTIN
Um, yeah, I think, um…
MELANIE
Are you alright?
MARTIN
Yeah… Sorry, just a lot of change recently, y’know. You and John and Sasha and… everything’s gone a bit wrong.
It’s the not knowing, you know? I mean, John’s still alive. Not sure why, but I’m sure of that. But Sasha, I…
MELANIE
Yes, it’s… it’s probably, um…
MARTIN
Sorry, sorry, I’m- What do you need?
MELANIE
Oh, right, yes. Is there any sort of database, maybe? [MARTIN SNORTS] Statement givers or people referenced? I’m trying to get hold of a witness from a recent one.
MARTIN
Yeah, yeah, I wish. That would… I mean, that would make the job a lot easier.
MELANIE
No-one’s even tried to make one?
MARTIN
Oh, you weren’t here when we took the place over from Gertrude. It’s been over a year just to get it like this. I mean, I think the database was on John’s list, but…
MELANIE
So how do you track someone down?
MARTIN
Oh, oh well, y’know, we’ve a few contacts in various record offices around the place. Aside from that it’s just… just a bit of detective work, really. Er, Tim used to do a great line in impersonating people to utility companies. Ah, the number of times he got them to give him ‘his own’ address…
MELANIE
Right, right… Um, this one the name is “Jude Perry”. Doesn’t mean anything to you, does it?
MARTIN
Uh… no. Did she give a statement?
MELANIE
Not yet.
MARTIN
Well. Sorry I can’t be more help.
MELANIE
Sure. Oh, er, one other thing. Who do I talk to about Artefact Storage?
MARTIN
Oh, er, depends what you need, probably Sonja. Why? Are you sure you’re ready for it?
MELANIE
What’s that supposed to mean?
MARTIN
No, no, I just, just… Y’know, it’s… There’s a lot of weird stuff in there.
MELANIE
[Indignant] I’m not an amateur, Martin. I know the sort of thing that’s in there. I just need to know who I talk to about missing pieces.
MARTIN
Yeah, prob-probably Sonja.
Wait, why? What’s gone missing?
MELANIE
An old calliope [pronounces it ‘Ka-lee-o-pee’] organ. It’s there in the inventory, but no-one can find it when I ask.
MARTIN
Huh. I mean, that’s not… great. Er, did you need it for something?
MELANIE
Just following up a statement. Trying to get a few answers, you know?
MARTIN
Huh. Well, if you find any, let me know.
[CLICK]
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Martin says the case number is 0031104 but it's a different number in the description...? :3c
Noticed it, too
I love how Martin got so defensive of even the though of anybody having any feelings for his lover-
Just making sure because I have a shite memory, the audience doesn’t know where daisy is either right?
you probably dont need the answer anymore, but yeah
Yeah she disappeared when Elias gave her her own creepy statement
OH GOD IT'S THAT ORGAN
When did Martin turn into Jon? It must be getting bad if it manages to disrupt him. He must be suffering. :(
In the s3 trailer, you can hear the calliope stuff when Elias left "Daisy" alone in his office, in the recent episode, you can hear it when Jon and Georgina Barker are talking at the end of the episode.
Did any one else get a little creeped out when he said that he:
“even tried to get rid of it. A book seller pointed me to you and your institute before I DUG into him…”
@ the 13:00 mark
Yes, very!
Oh *wow* the foreshadowing in this one is intense. Nice.
As soon as I heard that the hand was holding a book I went "ah no" out loud
I love when Martin reads the statements
2:40 j e a l o u s y
Turning snakes i n t o the sea
Swiming through sick L U L L A B I E S
the statement: it was a book
the comments on this video: THE CALLIOPE
Salty Martin is best Martin
DIG? I used to DIG. But then I found a book. A buried book. And it makes me DIG.
I love this episode especially its ties to The Buried. I find the description in this one to be so comforting, the earth as layers of time and not emptiness like The Vast. It jives well with me
hey who else remembers the train guy with the shovel
I dont actually? If you would could you remind me?
@@pianos4095 the guy on the night train that kept getting more and more pressure from the earth as you went further from karolina górka statement, i think he had a shovel? i think its definitely tied to the same phenomenon as this one
@@HyacinthoIgnis ? what episode?
@@cezar3169 mag71
@@HyacinthoIgnis thanks
I first thought he said "my eyes in a pair of thick gloves" and honestly I just accepted it
Melanie pronounced it "Kali-oh-pee" like Sasha did... 🥺
martin is slowly becoming more angy\on edge and its making me sad ,, i dont want happy boy to be sad/angry sob
I’ve been listening on Spotify, but I had to come find this episode somewhere I could leave a comment.
I absolutely love how the characters react when they finish reading a statement. Much like Jon after Jane Prentiss’ statement, both Melanie and Martin finish reading and seem incredibly unnerved in a way that, at least in my interpretation, feels much more like someone coming back from a dissociative episode than simply being spooked by the contents of a statement.
It really gives the impression that the incredible voice acting we hear throughout each statement is less a character choice and more some kind of compulsion by the Eye. Like the narrators are made to channel the statement in a very supernatural way.
It’s small, but it’s truly a testament to how spectacular both the acting and direction in this series are.
God I love Basira. And Frank. I freak out every time I hear their voice on a RQ podcast, whether it's as Basira or not.
Is it just me or do the archivists seem to be get possessed as they read and record the accounts? They all shudder after they finish an account.
Thats the impression I've been getting too, especially this season when other people are doing he statements. Martin in particular seems drained at the end of each one.
(Spoilers ?)
Elias when some random Buried freak starts digging out his freaky eye dungeon: haha wtf
immediately thought of _"hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"_
Nice pfp
@@chasecollins3263 thanks bestie 🤩
as soon as i heard melanie say that the calliope organ had gone missing i was like oh heck no, this is not looking good for jon...
"Diggy, diggy hole!"
Your profile pic dug up some old memories
@@someoneawesome8717 I'm not even following the comic anymore, but I keep it here as a reminder of what I can become. A warning.
@@utopiacore3978 it's amazing how many people with homestuck profile pics i find on here but honestly i shouldn't be surprised
@@broblerone413 I don’t even read the new stuff, I haven’t since the ending animation. But I’ve had this icon so long, I can’t get rid of it now. June’s my best friend guys, it’s staying.
@@utopiacore3978 honestly you've dodged a bullet not reading the (not really canon) new stuff. best to keep the good memories you have (also, heck yeah, june's great)
That moment when you realize that Enrique has become dwarf
I don't think I've ever heard anyone say "sphere" with so much venom in their voice before
Day n + 1 in quarantine: Dig.
Martin: you like John???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺
i came to 8:47
please help me i cant stop thinking of tnt minecraft parody of dynamite
im not done with this episode yet im still on the statement but listening to it reminds me of how i like to dig in minecraft a LOT
on a server with some friends i started making tunnels because of the start of season 2 so Here we Are. its how i found my joy of digging in minecraft. you just hold a button on the mouse and off you go, collecting materials and making a maze
i made rooms as well, decorated with some of the command block custom heads . one just has a rubix cube design on top of a wood plank block .
i should stop babbling in the comments about myself anyways i should continue listening
@@Quackimatics When I was playing my last solo game, I made a giant crater. I just wanted to get as deep as I could without being technically in the tunnels, so I made a hole. Just hours of breaking block after block of stone. I can relate.
Foreshadowing of the Buried's arrival, fantastic
Missing pieces? THE ORGAN!?!? 😱😱😱
MAG episode 88: lost in the subterranean sauce
Dig a tunnel dig dig a tunnel. Dig a tunnel till the- eh nvm.
I don't even know how to explain it to people from other countries, but I really want someone to know this. In Russia, there is a very important exam, and everyone who finishes school has to take it. It's called ЕГЭ. It puts A LOT of pressure on teenagers, because basically the last 2 years of school you are expected to prepare for this exam (by your teachers and probably your family). Students often feel that they are expected to decide their future fate at 16. The exam is a big deal, I hope you get it. SO. A few years ago, there was a text ABOUT SHOVELS used in exam. The same way Martin reads "dig, dig, dig" but it was "shovels, shovels, shovels". Imagine your future depends on shovels, lol, i honestly can't imagine what students felt when they were expecting a text about importance of caring for nature, or something about love or sharing idk, and they get shovels. Like there is "we, shovel heroes" in the text, which makes me laugh so much, they really have every fear in tma /hj
I'll find a text and comment it later
I google translated it so don't expect it to be really well written, think about it like statements from Jane Prentiss or that insomnia one
When on a weekend you go out of town with the guys and also pick strawberries all day, then later, at night, when the strawberries have long been eaten or the knuckles have been removed, red berries still flash before your eyes for a long time or white glasses, and you can’t get rid of them. It was the same now. No matter what I did, shovels flew rhythmically in my head. Shovels. Shovels. Shovels. They sank into soft clay soil, churning juicily under the cutting blade. They tore off clods clinging to the native layer, they carried the earth on themselves, these continuously moving shovels, they rocked the earth in their iron palms, cradled it or cut it into neat slices. Shovels slapped the ground, beat it, crushed it, stroked it, chopped and tormented it, leveled and scraped its rocky belly. Sometimes one shovel, wielded by a man standing deep below, flew up only halfway up the scarp, to a small space in the wall left for another person; he would substitute his other shovel and wait for the lower one to transfer its load to him, after which he would throw up his load some more. higher, to the third, and only he threw this clay nugget, mined by the labor of three people, onto the crest of the structure. Shovels, just shovels, nothing but shovels.
And we held on to these shovels, it was our only tool and weapon, and yet, whatever you say, we dug with these shovels such beautiful, smooth and inaccessible ditches for any tank that our hearts were filled with pride. These shovels, love for them and hatred firmly united us, shovel heroes, into one family.
TO BE FAIR, I cut out the last boring part of the text, where they talk about the way working together during war unites people, but the whole point is that 2/3 of the text is about shovels and isn't useful for the essay. And again, working together is a really specific topic, and I feel like usually the texts are more direct in their message and less specific
I learned in school that the center of the Earth is not molten. It's solid iron (solid because of pressure) and it spins in lava, out of phase with Earth's rotation, and by doing this it creates the magnetosphere (don't know why).
dig dig dig dig dig DIG DIG DIG DIG DIG DIG
Martinnnn once again you are best boyyyyy
When Martin was talking to Melanie towards the end and is explaining why he is spooked and describes his fear as "the unknowing" I can't help but think about the last episode and the particular tape Jon received... 🤔
This is one of my all time favorite episodes.
Man, I really dig this one XD
Martin makes it sounds creepier than john
congratulations to this episode for permanently destroying the rusty quill games twitch chat
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