What's rightfully ours has been hidden.
Safe with The Horned One.
Liz might have wanted me to stick around here
for a bigger reason?
I don't think that...
this is the right place for you to find order.
You're gonna love it!
Run piggy run!
It's all hers man.
That means it's all mine, right?
Let me do some digging around.
(CAR SIREN WAILS)
There's something seriously wrong here, Gabe.
(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(MOANS)
Hello?
Hey, is anybody there?
Hello! Somebody.
Somebody!
Ah you're awake at last!
Come on, up you go.
(GRUNTS)
Ah! Ow!
Hey.
Did I go to the hospital?
No need.
The family doctor examined you.
Nothing broken.
He said you'd be better off here.
Nothing's broken?
Then why the splint? That leg is a mass of bruises.
It's important to limit movement for a while.
What is this place?
(SIGHS) Hmm.
Bertie's room.
He had to stay in here, towards the end.
Do you remember what happened to you?
Yeah.
I was on the ledge.
And then I-I saw that little ghost girl
I told you about.
And I fell.
And you...
saw me...
but you let me go.
I must have looked straight through you.
No.
No that's bullshit, you totally saw me, Miss Whitby.
Did you know what was in Quincy's safe, hmm?
Did you let me find Bertie's will, hmm?
(CHUCKLES)
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bertie left the entire estate to Liz.
I had the papers in my hand.
There was nothing with you when we found you.
I think I need Quincy here, like...
now.
I'll tell him you're awake.
Hey!
Where's my phone?
On the bedside table drawer.
I think it was slightly damaged in the fall.
I should be in a hospital.
Of course. We'll take you, as soon as you're feeling better.
That's not how hospitals work!
He remembers everything.
Well, then we shall care for him as we cared for Bertie.
Prepare him some soup for lunch.
I'd really rather not be a part of this, again.
(LAUGHS)
Please.
You'll do exactly as you're told.
We both know why.
We don't want our spectres dragged out of the shadows, do we?
Soup for lunch.
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(GRUNTS)
Oh, fuck!
(BREATHS HEAVILY)
(EERIE SOUNDS)
(MOUTHS) Shit.
She needs clothes.
I'm caring full-time, for two people now, Aston.
Well, what do you suggest she wears?
Mother's moth-eaten old dresses?
You're right. I'm sorry.
Why don't I head to the village?
Fine.
When?
Now? Oh!
Yes!
Good!
Off you go!
Oh! If you could, just take that to our visitor.
Thank you.
Er, where's Miss Whitby going?
I didn't tell her to go anywhere.
Well, I did. I needed some things from the village.
I'll take that into him.
The plan isn't to starve him to death.
No! I...I...I can do it.
No, Aston.
You can't do anything.
Soup.
Ohh!
(GIGGLES)
Yum, yum.
Yes, yes, yes.
I'm starving! Oh, good, good.
Hmm, delicious.
Oh.
(LAUGHS)
Hmm.
Er, I was expecting Quincy?
I told Miss Whitby that I wanted to speak to him.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Erm, she's off running errands.
Everything else OK?
Hmm, let me think.
Hmm, the door?
There's a step there.
Ah.
I can't seem to get out of the room.
(LAUGHTER)
That's odd um...
It is odd isn't it? Yeah.
Er, I think there's a ramp around here somewhere.
Oh, one more thing.
Er...
This house is Liz's
and you all know it.
Don't you?
Hmm.
See...
there I was...
desperately trying to find answers, to find order.
Who knew, it was in Quincy's safe all along.
Who knew...
that Liz brought me here to give me all...
of...
this.
And why would she do that, Gabe?
Maybe because she was my wife
and she loved me
and she wanted to secure my future?
And she hated all of you.
Oh, Gabe.
You wouldn't know the first thing
about owning a property such as this.
This isn't some pussy-parlour down on Skid Row,
with mirrored ceilings and the stench of lube.
This is a historical, prestigious property.
A property that Elizabeth despised more than any...
Oh, shut the fuck up, Xanthe!
I'm not fucking stupid!
I know what the fuck is going on here, OK?
You can't keep me...
locked in this room forever, yeah!
I think you need to calm down, Gabe.
Oh, yeah, no, no,
you are the one...
because...
this house is fucking...
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(PANTS)
(LIGHTENING STRIKES) Gabe!
Neville!!
Gabe?
You don't answer your phone anymore?
Neville, you gotta help me man, you gotta help me!
Don't worry, I'm gonna help you with all of it.
You were right, the whole place was hers.
No! Listen to me, listen to me!
Dude, we could Airbnb the shit out of this!
No, no, Neville,
you're not fucking listening to me, man!
(VOICE BECOMES DISTORTED) They're holding me prisoner,
I think they're drugging me.
I'm seeing crazy shit here!
Gabe!
Listen to yourself! You sound crazy!
Don't worry, I'm gonna take...
(DARK SHAPE SCREAMS)
(GASPS)
(DISTORTED VOICES)
What the...
(LIGHT FLICKERS)
(HONKS LIKE PIG)
Run piggy run.
There's something seriously wrong here.
Liz?
Is that you?
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(GRUNTS)
(MOANS)
(SCREAMS)
(WRETCHES)
(GROANS)
Gabe.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Gabe, it's me.
Do you remember me still?
(DOOR CREAKS)
(WAILS LOUDLY, HYSTERICALLY)
(SCREAMS)
(WAIL AND SCREAM)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(SCREAMS)
That way!
You wanted to talk, Mr Stark?
Well, let's talk.
You poisoned me and kept me prisoner!
You old fucker!
What the fuck was in that soup?
Gabe,
we didn't poison you.
We fed you.
Took care of you.
Got you a doctor...
gave you your own private room.
You were never a prisoner.
I only strapped you down for your own safety.
Gabe, you are having a psychotic episode.
Let us help you.
Where is he?
Miss Whitby, he hurt Miss Whitby!
I'm sure you didn't.
Please come out, Gabe.
We can't do anything for you
while you're in there.
I know I don't know you very well.
But I think I know you well enough to know
that you're not a bad person.
You're just sick.
So, come on out
and we'll make everything better.
We forgive you, Gabe.
I promise you, you won't be hurt.
Oh, fuck!
But please Gabe,
please come out.
We'll get you all the help you need.
Yes, come on, mate
Let's all go inside, and have some breakfast,
nice pot of tea,
toast on the side, marmalade
if you're into that sort of thing, butter, even just on its own is...
Enough talk!
Break the door down!
(SCREAMS FRANTICALLY)
(ENGINE REVS) (LOUD BANG)
(TYRES SCREECH)
Fuck you, you freaks!
I'm going straight to the cops!
Aah!
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