Liz Stark, the British wife
of disgraced plastic surgeon Gabriel Stark
died after being electrocuted in the couple's hot tub.
Her wishes are that her body
must be returned to her family in England.
Is this the Beaucroft residence?
Is my sister in that box?
You knew nothing of this house?
Oh, my god.
Even though you kept this from me, I got you home.
I guess it's time for me to go.
Maybe I would've been better off not knowing the truth.
I must go into the dark.
Now, seize your time in the sun.
What's rightfully ours
has been hidden...
safe...
with the horned one.
Hey! Well!
There he is, for his farewell breakfast, huh?
You packed?
Well, yeah.
That's what I'd like to talk to you all about.
Aston, please have a seat.
Thanks, buddy.
Shoot!
How do I put this?
Guys, destiny is a strong word.
But I do have this strong feeling
that Liz might have wanted me to stick around here
for a bigger reason, y'know?
Call it fate.
So...
I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet.
Yay!
Well...well that's quite the change of heart.
Yeah, unfortunately,
that's up to Quincy and he's off his tits
on whatever the family doctor gave him this morning.
So, erm, I'm afraid...
Hey, I'm sure it'll be cool.
I did kinda save his life yesterday.
(CHUCKLES)
You can help me build my multi-gym!
Ah, I could, but er...
Actually, you know what? That'd be good.
Yeah! Yeah.
We can...we can talk.
Great!
I'll ask Miss Whitby to open up the playroom.
Ha!
There's a lot of locked doors in this house, huh?
I have no reception. Can I get the Wi-Fi password?
There's no Wi-Fi in this house.
There we go. Thank you.
This is a workout in itself!
(GRUNTS AND WHEEZES)
This is where you guys played, huh?
Yeah.
Liz had a pinball machine as a kid? This was my dream!
What...what are you doing?
What's in these boxes?
A bad game.
C...come on. Help me build this, hmm?
OK.
You know, Bart, hmm, I bet
that if I wanted to find something that was hidden here,
you'd be my guy, right?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, I know this place better than anyone.
Yeah. Right. So, my point is...
Hmm?
I think Liz brought me here
to find something.
If the dead have unfinished business,
that's not good.
What? No, not like that. Oh?
I mean, er, something fun.
Oh? Like, hide and seek.
But instead of with a person,
with a thing.
Hide and seek with a thing?
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Oh, you and me we gotta go and seek it.
Oooooh!
And the thing about things is... Yeah.
They like to hide... Yeah.
..in locked rooms. Ah, fun.
So, what I'm thinking is, you... Yeah.
..get a hold of... Yeah.
..Miss Whitby's keys. What?
Once you...
Yeah, yeah, you get Miss Whitby's keys...
But those are her keys.
I know, that but... You think I'm stupid, don't you?
No!
Bart, what did I do?
Aren't we gonna build this?
Bart, I'm confused.
OK, OK, I'll go.
If you could tell me what... (DOOR SLUMS)
Built it already?
I got him started, yeah.
He's, er, taken it from here.
He's a good kid, hmm.
How old were you when your mother died?
15.
Similar age to us.
Our parents' plane came down in India.
The school secretary came to get me from class.
She told me the news
and I was given 25 minutes to sit quietly
before I went back to double Latin.
Shit.
Yeah, I got a month off school.
Didn't do homework for about a year.
Smoked a cigarette in class once. They just told me to put it out.
Death is chaos.
And we all need to find order to cope,
even if it's just in our minds.
After Quincy took us on, this house was chaos.
Bart refused to leave childhood
and started wearing all of mummy's clothes.
Aston walled himself in, in his delusions of grandeur.
And I threw myself into running the estate.
But I don't think that
this is the right place for you to find order.
What about Liz?
How did she cope?
Well, she struggled.
But everything could be in its right place
in her dollhouse.
Elizabeth retreated into a world of games
and make-believe.
Maybe she never left it.
And you just got sucked in.
Well...
you have fucked that up, haven't you?
I've come to tell you it's not safe
having Elizabeth's husband snooping around.
He needs to go.
The old bastard will lose his shit
when he finds out you invited him to stay for longer.
I didn't!
Wow.
I forgot all about this place.
Well, Barty boy,
you might have just redeemed yourself.
This will get him out of here.
Everything in its rightful place, huh?
Aston,
Bart,
you wanna play hide and seek?
Quincy.
Is that... What happened to your hand?
No.
Xanthe. Finding order in chaos?
(SCREAMS)
Wait! Wait!
It was real Miss Whitby. I saw a little girl.
She looked just like Liz from the playroom pictures.
All I know is, grief can do strange things.
Hey! I'm not fucking crazy, Miss Whitby!
There was a little girl. She was right there!
I...I'm sorry for yelling at you.
It's fine.
It's the way of things... No! no!
It shouldn't be.
My mum was an office janitor. She cleaned offices.
People were such assholes. They shouted at her.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
I really thought I saw a little girl.
Houses like this have plenty of secrets,
but the staff know most of them.
There've been no children in this house
since Elizabeth and her siblings were little.
(SIGHS)
The horned one?
Safe with the horned one?
How would you like to play Elizabeth's favourite game
in the whole wide world, huh?
Come on!
Oh, great! More bullshit!
You guys didn't play Monopoly?
'Blind Piggy Run' is much more fun.
This game's been in our family for generations.
Four masks, the peasant,
the Lord, the Pig and the Jester.
The aim is simple,
get from one of the four corner rooms upstairs
out to The Blue Summer House.
We call it The Blummer House. No, we don't.
With one of the coloured ribbons from each of the other players.
So, just laser-tag for serial killers then?
So, these two make a bunch of noise, right?
What's so bad about The Pig?
The Pig's bad.
I'm always the Pig.
The Pig makes its own little noise.
But the cleverest part, a knock on the head
shuts the eyeholes upping the stakes somewhat, huh?
Guys, (CLEARS THROAT)
I'm in a pretty vulnerable state.
And I'm not a grief-counsellor
but I think this game may possibly be the worst thing
I could do right now.
Oh, come on!
Elizabeth adored this game.
Miss Whitby unlocks all the doors
and we have the run of the entire house.
Entire house, huh?
What does the winner get?
The joy of everyone else losing.
OK. I'll play. Great!
So, we all turn around
and Whitby puts the masks in random boxes and mixes them up.
Right, come on.
It's done.
Right, so we all take a box up to our different rooms
and put on the mask and cloak.
And as soon as you hear the gong, the game begins.
Now, guests choose first.
Alright.
Hey, I'm sorry about earlier.
Oh, that's OK.
Hey, you wanna swap boxes?
Um, OK, yeah, sure.
Really? You...you'd do that?
I guess.
But only if we have a truce, OK.
You don't get me, I don't get you, cool?
Deal. OK.
Oh! Oh, my god!
Oh, this.
Guys! I'm gonna nope the fuck out.
This thing smells like something died in it!
I hear the American isn't leaving because of you!
Always the weak link, Bart.
The runt of the litter.
This is a house of secrets for us all, remember that?
I've got mine safely locked away.
And no one is to ever reveal them Bart,
understood?
Don't delay his leaving any further!
(LAUGHS)
Run, piggy, run!
(BELL GONGS)
What kind of a fucking game is this?
Which one of you inbreeds fucking attacked me?
(SCREAMS) Whoo!
I beat you.
I am your winner!
Shut up, Bart! We let you win!
Yeah. Don't gloat Bart. It's unbecoming.
Sorry, Gabe.
Yeah, I thought this might be useful but perhaps not.
Guess you'll be heading off pretty soon, eh?
Good job. I enjoyed that, Aston.
Ooh, ooh.
Fuck off, Bart. I win.
You lose. I win. You lose. I'm a winner!
Let's see.
Bam!
(DOOR KNOCK) Just one minute!
Come in!
Hey, dude.
Hey.
Look, I just...
I just wanted to apologise for blinding you in the game.
And kicking me, repeatedly. But no, it's fine.
Are you gonna leave?
Yeah. Oh.
OK.
Hey! I'm gonna miss you, man.
Fucking idiot.
They've got no mouths.
They can't eat me. (LAUGHS)
(SNORES)
You dirty dog.
Albert Beaucroft.
Grandpa Bertie?
Let's see what we got.
Beaucroft Hall beneficiary
Elizabeth Beaucroft, sole benefactor of Beaucroft Estate.
Holy fucking shit.
Bastard flies.
(PHONE RINGS)
What? Oh, my god.
What? I got reception?
Neville! Gabe?
Neville, finally. Oh, my god. I can't believe it's you!
G-baby! Is that you?
Yeah. What's going on?
I hope it's cool but I put your crib on Airbnb.
I gotta get back some of the legal fees you owe me.
OK, whatever, I don't care about that right now.
Listen man, Liz was fucking rich, OK?
This...this house is an estate
and her family, they're all super weird.
I mean, I think they're trying to freak me out so bad that I leave.
But I knew, I fucking knew that there was some big secret.
Man, it's all hers, man!
The whole estate!
I'm not a lawyer, but correct me if I'm wrong,
but that means it's all mine, right?
As her widower. OK, OK, OK.
Listen Gabe, these things are often complicated.
I don't know UK law.
You need paperwork, documents, signatures, folders, files...
I got her grandfather's will, ha, right in my hand here.
OK, how's that for a document? It's right here in my hand! Huh!
You need to get here right now.
I need legal assistance as soon as you're done
letting strangers fuck in my bed for money.
Oh, man. Let me do some digging around.
And, erm, don't get too excited, Gabe.
Look, I'm gonna bounce.
I've got a potential client here, right now, so...
Oh, work on your negativity! Hurry the fuck up!
Gabe?
So, this is where that lady died in the hot tub?
Hey, hey ma'am, sorry but I'm gonna have to wrap this up.
You know, what I mean?
Lady in the hot tub?
No, ma'am! Excuse me.
Lady? Lady, where're you going? No! Stop! Don't touch that!
I knew you were leading me to something baby.
Oh, I knew it.
OK, here we go, here we go, OK.
(CAR ALARM)
(HISSES)
(MUSIC)
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