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I couldn't agree more. I am your crowning achievement, your masterpiece. In whose world do we each exist right now, Edgar? Mine or yours? I don't really know the answer. It's quite brilliant.
~ Ivan to Poe.
Poe: You think this comes from a logical mind? Any man who can carve a human being in half doesn't come from a place of logic.

Fields: Then from where?
Poe: Mental disease. Obsession. Passion.

~ Poe to Fields about the killer.

Ivan Reynolds is the main antagonist of the 2012 crime thriller film The Raven. He was the typesetter for the local newspaper who moonlighted as a serial killer with a modus operandi inspired by stories from Edgar Allan Poe.

He was portrayed by Sam Hazeldine.


On the surface, Ivan appears to be meek and humble. When he informs Poe of bad news, he gives him a bottle of alcohol, and later Ivan objects to Poe offering his life for Emily's. However, this appears to be a facade, as when Ivan reveals his true colors he acts like a deluded narcissist with no remorse for any of the people he murdered or any of the mental torment he inflicted upon Poe, even going as far to brag about his severed tongue clue, claiming it was his idea and quite a subtle metaphor. He also seems to be a bit sadistic, shown when he laughs at and taunts Emily through the hole of her casket.


The Raven

Late one night in Baltimore, Maryland, screams are heard coming from a hotel. The Baltimore police respond and hurry to the scene, but someone locks the door from the inside. When they break it down, they only find two corpses, one of a woman lying on the floor, and one of a girl stuffed in the chimney. The lead detective, Emmett Fields arrives to the scene and manages to find that the nails in the window are actually a lock mechanism which opens the window and was how the murderer escaped. However the crime seems all too familiar for Detective Fields. After a bit of research, Fields discovers the double murder was exactly as described in one of Edgar Allan Poe's stories. With this information, they bring Poe in for questioning.

Meanwhile, the murderer strikes again when he abducts one of Poe's rivals and tortures him with various tools, before killing him with a Pendulum. When the police discover the body, they allow Poe on to the scene, viewing him as a valuable asset to the investigation. Fields shows him a red mask that the killer put over the corpse's face and Poe is able to deduce that the killer is going to strike again at Charles Hamilton's ball. 

The next night at Hamilton's ball, a man dressed as a skeleton rides in on a horse. He is shot by Hamilton, but it turns out the man was just a messenger sent by the real killer to deliver a note. While everyone is distracted, the killer abducts Charles's daughter and Poe's future wife, Emily Hamilton. The note left by the killer challenges Poe to write a new story for the papers, as well as challenges him to use the clues they will provide with the murder victims to find him, using Emily as leverage.

A group of doctors find the next body locked in a trunk with a raven, and after analyzing the blood, Fields discovers it's stage blood and the woman was an actress from the Imperial Theatre. Poe and the police go to the theatre and interrupt a performance, where they find that one of the stagehands is missing. Fields investigates in the basement while Poe sees a man walking up on the catwalk. He climbs the ladder and gives chase, but the man drops one of the backdrops and it breaks part of the catwalk and knocks Poe off. Luckily, he manages to grab onto the ledge, but drops his pistol which ends up firing after hitting the ground. Fields and Poe reconvene on stage, and go to investigate Maurice's locker where they find a box with a human tongue and a feather inside.

Emily tries to use a wire from her dress to dig through the box, but the killer catches her and mocks her through the hole before shoveling more dirt onto the casket.

That night, Poe helps Fields figure out the clue, and the police gather in the underground tunnels of Baltimore to search for the killer and freshly laid bricks. After discovering a set of bricks that are different from the others, they dig through with a pickaxe and find the corpse of the missing stagehand dressed to look like Emily. Meanwhile, Fields chases the killer through the tunnels, but he manages to escape out a manhole. While examining Maurice's corpse, they find a pocket watch inside his mouth and an X carved into his back. Realizing that the killer is giving them coordinates, they ask for assistance from Charles Hamilton in finding the location. However the location (St. Croix) is too far away for the killer to have transported her there. Poe figures out that the clue is actually pointing them to the Holy Cross Church.

They proceed to the Holy Cross Church where the doors are found to be locked. As PC John Cantrell is scoping out the back, the killer jumps down from the cathedral and knifes him in the throat. When Fields finds him bleeding out and tries to tend to his associate's wounds, the killer shoots him in the shoulder from the seat of his horse. Poe chases after the killer on horseback, but the fog and trees allow him to slip away. The killer fires a bullet which hits the tree and scares the horse, causing it to fling Poe off. With no horse, Poe walks back to the church and Hamilton informs him that they found an empty grave with Emily's name on it.

As Emily breaks through the casket and tries to escape, the killer subdues her with chloroform. Meanwhile with the final day being up, Poe writes another story intending to plea with the killer to take his life and spare Emily's. Not too long after the paper is published he receives a note congratulating him on another masterpiece. With the note, he is able to figure out the killer works at Baltimore Patriot. Fields, after waking up from surgery is also able to figure this out when he spills a bottle of ink while searching for his gun.

Poe confronts his boss, Henry Maddux with a gun at the Baltimore Patriot, however he finds Henry dead with a note claiming he's getting warmer. He goes into the main room where Ivan is waiting for him. Ivan pours Poe and himself a shot of alcohol. After they both take the shot, Ivan begins to talk, telling Poe of his obsession and claims of being an artist like Poe. But, Poe isn't in the mood for talking and fires off a warning shot near Ivan's head. Ivan convinces Poe to hand him the gun and pours him a shot of poison, all while opening up about his delusions.

After Poe drinks the poison, Ivan reveals his intentions to do something similar with Jules Verne and leaves, giving him the last clue, a quote from the Tell-Tale Heart. Poe manages to dig through the floorboards, find Ivan's secret lair, break open Emily's casket, carry her to safety, and walk to a park bench where an old man asks if he's okay. Poe tells the old man to tell Fields that the killer's last name is Reynolds, before finally succumbing to the poison. Luckily Fields is able to figure out what Poe meant and he tracks down Ivan to Paris. When Ivan gets into a carriage, Fields is there waiting for him. Ivan attempts to attack Fields, but is presumably shot and killed.


  1. Mr. Reynolds | Poisoned, mentioned only.
  2. Catherine Leford | Neck sliced off-screen with a straight razor.
  3. Anna Leford | Strangled off-screen
  4. Ludwig Griswold | Tortured off-screen and sliced in half with a Pendulum.
  5. Lady Macbeth Actress | Strangled with rope off-screen.
  6. Maurice Robichaux | Unknown, tongue cut off, mouth sewn shut, X marked into back.
  7. PC John Cantrell | Throat slashed.
  8. Henry Maddux | Wrists cut through, died from blood loss.
  9. Edgar Allan Poe | Poisoned.


  • The Messenger | Possibly died from the gunshot wound, and while Ivan didn't pull the trigger, it was his actions that caused him to get shot.
  • Crow (Animal) | Gunshot, though it's not clear if it was his or Poe's gun.






Ivan: *gives Poe a bottle of alcohol* I'm afraid you might need more than this, Mr. Poe.

Poe: Why?
Ivan: *hands Poe today's newspaper* It's a crime, Mr. Poe. A terrible crime.
Poe: Out with it, man. Did that marsupial of an editor dare to change my review again?
Ivan: I told him not to touch it. I told him, Mr. Poe.
Poe: *scanning the newspaper* Where's my review? Where is it? What has he done?
Ivan: He said there was no more room in the layout.
Poe: No more room? No more room! Pray tell, what fine twat did he deem more worthy-? LONGFELLOW! LONGFELLOW! LONGFELLLOW!?

~ Ivan informing Poe that his review was not published.
Poe: *writing* He knew now, that all hope was lost. He had failed his beloved. And there was but one thing last to do. One last act. *hands paper to Ivan*

Ivan: *reading* "The final desperate plea. One life offered for another's."
Oh no, Mr. Poe, no. No, you can't.
Poe: Set the print, Ivan.
Ivan: But, sir.
Poe: Do it!
Ivan: You can't take it as your fault, Mr. Poe.
Poe: Is there someone else you'd like to blame?
Ivan: Yes, the killer is to blame, sir.
Henry Maddux: Let me read that.
Ivan: Oh sir, I need to-
Henry: *takes the scroll from Ivan and starts reading it aloud* "Poe could feel the poison already feeding on his the maggots were soon to do."
Jesus, Edgar.
Poe: *angrily grabs Henry by the neck* Are you making enough money, Henry?!
Ivan: Mr. Poe, don't! *trying to pull Poe off*
Poe: Will it sell?! Will it?!
Ivan: Mr. Poe! *pulls Poe away*
Henry: *catching his breath* You madman! I'll have you thrown in jail, you damned animal!
Poe: I'll send you to Hell! Huh? Hell!
Ivan: *still trying to calm Poe down* Mr. Poe, Mr. Poe, don't.
He's not worth it.
Poe: *storms out*

Poe: *cocks gun* Ivan.

Ivan: Surprised?
Poe: Where is she?
Ivan: Dying. More quickly than I expected. So, I had to speed things along and deliver the morning edition, so you could finally realize it had to be none other than your humble typesetter and biggest fan.
Ivan: Drink? *retrieves two shot glasses and sets them on the counter* You don't know how long I've looked forward to this moment, sir. To sit here like this, *pours two shots* no more masks. Artist to artist.
Poe: Artist to artist.
Ivan: Though I admit, as I read your final chapter, I felt more muse than artist.
Poe: You're mad. *both drink their shots*
Ivan: Really, Mr. Poe? You're one to talk.
Poe: Where is Emily?
Ivan: Where is Emily? Just like that? No probing the devious twists and turns of man's darkest motives? No prying into the mysteries of his conscience? So very unlike you, Mr. Poe.
Poe: *fires a shot near Ivan's head* Where is she?!
Ivan: *holding left ear* Owww. Rather disappointing denouement, I have to say. But, that's life isn't it? So much less satisfying than fiction.
Poe: It's time this story comes to an end.
Ivan: Very well. *sighs* Give me the gun.
Poe: *breathing heavily*
Ivan: You've come this far, Mr. Poe, are you really gonna back out now? You know what happens next, you are the one who wrote it, after all. You either pull that trigger and kill me and young Miss Emily or you give me the gun.
Poe: *takes a moment to think it over* She will live.
Ivan: That was your solution, right?
Poe: *hands Ivan the gun*
Ivan: *puts the gun under the desk* I have to admit, I don't cry easily, but you had me bawling like a baby. *retrieves vial of poison* And I've always had a fancy for poisons. That's how I done my dad. The idea of drinking something that will kill you, but having time to carry on a conversation *emptying poison into a shot glass* is, as they say, fraught with dramatic possibilities, right? *chuckles* Listen to me, talking about dramatic possibilities with one of the greatest writers of our time. But I must say, it has been a profound honor working with you, sir.
Poe: Working with me?
Ivan: Well, I know they're your ideas, and I'm just borrowing. Except for Valdemar's tongue, that was me. Quite the subtle metaphor, I thought.
Poe: Subtle? It made no sense at all. Even in the end, I'm confronted by plagiarists, without even the originality to invent themselves. I've concocted you.
Ivan: I couldn't agree more. I am your crowning achievement, your masterpiece. In whose world do we each exist right now, Edgar? Mine or yours? I don't really know the answer. It's quite brilliant. Well, go on, sir. *slides the glass of poison over to Poe* Bottoms up.

~ The final confrontation.
Ivan: *reading Poe's last story* Really good stuff, sir. A poet till the end. *points to the paper* I suppose this bit is for Miss Hamilton.

Poe: *starting to feel dizzy* Where is she?
Where is she?
Ivan: *grinning* I tell you, Mr. Poe. I used to live for your stories, just live for them. *putting the shot glasses and bottle away* When you stopped writing. *pauses for a moment* I guess I went a little nuts. But I kept on believing, even when you closed me out. I still believed in your vision. In a future where the people would stand in lines to see the kind of things that only people like you and I can see. I knew you had one more in you, sir. No one will ever forget you. *putting on coat* Have you ever been to France? There's a young writer over there, Jules Verne. You heard of him?
Poe: What? Paris.
Ivan: He really reminds me of you, sir.
Poe: *hits desk* Where is she? You owe me!
Where is she?!
Ivan: *quoting The Tell-Tale Heart* "Anything was better than this agony. Anything was more tolerable than this derision. I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer."
Poe: The Tell-Tale Heart. She's here. She's here.
Man: *knocking* Carriage for Mr. Reynolds.
Ivan: On my way in just a moment. Goodbye, Mr. Poe. I've enjoyed our time together. *leaves the building*

~ Ivan says his goodbyes.


I challenge the brilliant detective mind of Edgar Allan Poe a game of wits, with Emily's life in the balance. You will immortalize, for the exquisite pleasure of your readers, this, your very own descent into the maelstrom. Which shall appear, in serial form in the Baltimore Patriot. Know that I will kill again and on that new corpse, I will leave you clues that will lead to Emily. If I do not read a vivid accounting of this convergence of fact and fiction, then dear Emily will die. Your only hope is to imagine a way to save her. I dare you to try to conceive of the painstaking care I have taken to secure her and the elegant means leading inexorably to her end. Are you up to the task, Mr. Poe. Are you even capable of imagining the means to save your beloved's life? Or shall this tale end as all your stories do? With madness, sin and horror? The soul of the plot.
~ The killer's message read by Fields.
Shut it, Emily...or I'll shut it for you.
~ Ivan threatening Emily when she starts to scream.
~ Ivan knocking out Emily with chloroform when she tries to escape.


  • The stories used by Ivan are as follows: The Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Masque of the Red Death, The Mystery of Marie Rogêt, The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar, The Cask of Amontillado, and The Tell-Tale Heart
  • Ivan's character and last name are based off the account that Poe repeatedly spoke the name "Reynolds," the night before his death.
  • During the final confrontation, Ivan says he always had a thing for poisons and it was how he killed his dad. This could suggest that Ivan was a killer, before the events of the story.

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