You've had a bit of an episode. No! No! No!
He said he found a hidden riddle from Elizabeth.
You don't want to cross Beaucrofts.
We've got Hornbearing to prepare for.
And Elizabeth loved Hornbearing.
Some arsehole who used to fuck Liz
just told me that the estate is actually in massive debt.
Ahhhh! Shit!
Come on, let's fucking cleanse him!
Let's fucking cleanse him. Let's fucking cleanse him!
He killed the Horned One!
No! No! Stop! Stop! No. No.
You misunderstand.
The Horned One lies broken because of YOU!
I'm so sorry that I disrespected your belief system.
What do you know of belief!
That's the thing! I do believe! Lier!
That is what I've been trying to tell you all this entire time!
There must be an effigy!
Made of him!
No, no. Come forth, fellow Hornbearers!
No, no, no! No, no no!
Whatever cursed thing...
No-one said that. ..roams here can't kill us all.
Help me baby! Help me! Help.
Get him!
We'll be back for you!
Tomorrow!
American!
I now know my purpose.
I'm The Healer.
I have always been The Healer, that's why Liz loved me.
She's been guiding me all along.
I'm staying.
I am the contractual, legal owner of this estate.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I...
I'm gonna go to bed.
My bed.
In Liz's room.
In my house.
So...
good night.
Sleep well, Mr Stark.
So, uncle, what shall we do?
We wait.
No, you two can wait.
I'm going to wait over there.
Bring us The American!
Bring us The Yank!
Bring us The American.
Bring us The Yank!
Bring us the American!
Bring us The Yank!
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Ah, what is this shit!
But I made all my favourites! Oh, my god. Jesus Christ!
Well, no, until you've tried it...
Have I just tasted one of your fingernails, Bart?
No, that's the shell.
That really brings out the...
Are you trying to kill me? Will all of you just shut up!
Gabe! You're back!
My god, you look like some big, beautiful, bearded angel!
And don't worry, I'm not angry with you.
I know they drugged you.
You'll be alright here though.
Yeah, and I cooked all of this myself!
Wow.
Thank you, Bart.
It looks delicious.
Where's Miss Whitby?
Recuperating.
I was hoping I could apologise to her.
No, I'll apologise to her. It's fine.
Thank you, Bart but I think it really needs to come from me.
Speaking of forgiveness...
I'd like to take this moment to...
tell all of you...
I forgive you.
I still don't trust you...
but I forgive you.
I love you.
You mentioned healing yesterday. Healing and rebirth.
Mere platitudes or more tangible aspirations?
Great question, Quincy. Thank you so much.
Fam,
allow me to let you all in on,
uh, just where my head is exactly at right now.
Last night, as I sat awake wondering
if you were all gonna try and kill me...
I did some planning.
And...
as a Beaucroft.
I feel it is my duty to transform this house
into a place of actual, real healing.
A sanctuary if you will.
Welcoming people of almost all walks of life,
regardless of bodyweight,
colour, creed, gender-identity,
class and...
looks.
Picture.
A lost soul finds himself drawn
to this place...
looking for purpose.
Finds his centre.
Checks out...
pays the bill...
and is reborn into the world,
completely...
healed.
So, a spa hotel?
Yeah.
That's very good Xanthe, yes, but a really, really spiritual one.
Not such a bad idea.
You thinks so?
Yeah, it's not bad at all. Thank you so much.
Will there be a massive multi-gym?
Biggest in the world.
God I've missed you.
And you think you're qualified to heal damaged people?
Aston, let me put it this way,
I've had more therapy than anyone I know.
And I'm from LA, so...
(LAUGHS)
Well, I love it!
And obviously, you'll need a project manager
who really knows the estate.
Xanthe...
you're hired.
(STRANGE SNORING SOUND)
Bring us the American...
you were saying about therapy earlier.
You know, I found couples therapy really constructive.
I mean, it was very annoying that my wife was there but...
Please Gabe, I need to talk to you alone.
Boys, I said we're busy! He's my friend, not yours.
Yes, just mind your own business, Xanthe!
OK! OK, time out fam!
Ooh.
I'm really gonna need you to slow down right now.
Whoa,
just breathe.
Hmm?
It's like I said at breakie,
I don't trust any of you.
I'm sorry.
I just...
I just don't and it's gonna take me a minute!
Yeah, it makes perfect sense actually.
I mean, we have put you through an awful lot.
(LAUGHTER)
Anything we can do to make you feel safe and secure,
we will do that.
OK?
Bring us The American!
Bring us The Yank! Hmm.
Right, the villagers, hm?
What are we gonna do about that?
I mean, they're clearly here to martyr me.
So, Aston, you can go and talk to them, can't you?
Me? Well, I...
Oh, I would really appreciate that,
as long as you think you can handle them.
They're really pissed off.
Oh, no, no, no.
I'll take care of it.
Trust me.
OK, so if you could just listen to me, just for one...
Fuck sake, Bart!
Come on, Gabe.
(SLURPS NOISILY)
Xanthe, question.
Why are the villagers so terrified to step onto the property?
That's a huge potential loss in clientele.
Well, there's sort of an agreement
my family has with them
that forbids the villagers from crossing the boundary.
Also, 'cause they're shit scared of the beast.
The beast?
The badger.
Only it's not a badger.
It's a Beast.
So...
not a badger, a beast.
Mm-hm.
The beast has eaten all the badgers...
and the foxes...
and the hares...
and all the dogs.
Xanthe...
we're not maybe trying to play more head games, are we?
Gabe...
if you own this place, you own all of it.
Good and the bad.
Anyway, come with me. There's something you need to see.
Bart!
What's happening out there!
I'll tell you what's happening.
I think I've lost Gabe to Xanthe.
Now that she's project manager, she's his new best friend.
I needed to talk to him and she wouldn't let me.
And what was it were you so desperate to tell him, Bart?
Look, it, it just feels wrong,
not telling Gabe his friend might be here.
(CHUCKLES) Don't worry.
I'm sure he's dead by now.
What's your sister doing?
She's just showing Gabe round. Not good.
They may well stumble over a secret or two.
And we've all got our secrets to keep, haven't we Bart?
Perhaps you're right.
You should show him what you found.
But we don't want him blaming you, do we?
Bring us The American!
Bring us the Yank...
My family and I are appalled by the alleged offence,
er, but confident that a robust apology
should allow everyone to move on.
Bollocks!
And go away.
Your brother-in-law destroyed our effigy!
(GROANS)
If you don't know what that means for us,
perhaps you'd better talk to your uncle.
Or perhaps, I could offer you...
some money?
Money? You insult Him further!
No, no, no, in this case there's ten thousand pounds...
No, no, let me finish!
I can offer you half of that.
OK, well ten. Come on.
But that is my... That's my final offer.
This isn't the end!
It's just the beginning!
For... It's for me?
I'll, erm, I'll remember you always.
Bye.
Now...
we bear our horns
to the Lords of the Land.
Yeah, of course, I'll, er, I'll let the family know.
Thanks-thanks for popping by.
Barclay Beaucroft...
exacerbated a famine in India while he plundered their diamonds.
Henry the Pious Beaucroft,
helped create an opium epidemic in China.
Winston Beaucroft
invented the concentration camp in the Boer War.
Jonty Beaucroft,
true pillar of the nobility.
Captor of 600 enslaved people in St Kitts.
Wow.
Our family were total assholes.
Part of the wealth of this family...
was made on the backs of people that looked like me.
It's not justice but...
I've always thought it would be poetic.
Me at the helm...
steering this place towards the future.
It's all yours though now, obviously.
Also...
you should know that...
behind each of these portraits
is their...
severed hand.
Oh, my god!
When they die, the owners get their hand chopped off,
stops them from shaking hands
with the Horned One
and wandering the earth for all eternity.
It's like I said Gabe,
if you own this place,
you own all of it.
It's all yours.
Now, let's go to the scullery.
Er, Gabe? What are you doing?
These are all coming down. Every last one of them!
Gabe! Xanthe! Let go.
No! Come on, stop! Stop!
These are family heirlooms! These are mine! Let go!
Gabe, stop! Stop please, just stop.
Let go. OK, OK, no, no, no, Xanthe! Xanthe!
Just stop!
Just can you just Xanthe! OK, Xanthe!
Trust, trust is leaving!
Xanthe, Xanthe, trust is...
Enough!
This absurd alliance has caused quite enough damage.
Show him, Bart.
I found this.
Tell him where.
In-in the lodge where Xanthe lives.
It's fucking bullshit! Do not listen to them! OK?
Don't listen to them. This is bullshit.
This is just...
No, no, no, no, no. No!
How'd you get this? Where is he?
It would be better not to search than to find what's left.
Motherfuckers!
Gabe! Gabe!
Xanthe!
You're fired!
Neville!
(LOUD PIG SQUEAL)
(LAUGHS MANIACALLY)
Gabe! Neville.
I know what I'm doing and I'm in control.
No, you're not!
You're interfering.
Put all those portraits back.
What are you smiling at?
Well, because I just devised and executed a plan
that will earn Gabe's trust
and has got rid of the unwanted peasantry at the gate.
Two birds, one stone.
And all it took was a little bit of cash
and a whole lot of Beaucroft charm.
How much cash? Ten grand?
Oh, you twat! It was her idea.
I didn't tell you to bribe them.
It's the same money
that you were gonna try and get rid of Gabe with.
And tell him what your idea was!
Well, it was a maverick idea, but I think the moment's gone now.
It involved a tropical disease and a lottery ticket!
He's an idiot.
But you-you were always the clever one.
But not clever enough to know your place.
You're right, uncle.
I am the clever one.
And when you're in the crypt...
with one hand,
it'll be my portrait on that wall
and not some fucking imposter!
I should be the next owner of this house!
Oh, you poor deluded child.
That can never happen!
Go in there and take a good look at those portraits...
and then look at yourself.
Neville! Gabe!
I'm in the bathtub!
I'm gonna get you out of there, man!
Gabe. Gabe, is that you?
Is it really you? Yeah. What... what... what happened?
I thought I was gonna die here, man.
Something big attacked me, some monster.
It dragged me in its lair.
I escaped.
It chased me and this...
this fucking bathtub, it saved my life.
What's that smell?
I once saw this documentary.
Certain animals will repel predators using their bodily excretion...
and it worked, Gabe!
Oh. Oh, good.
It worked! Oh!
That's great, buddy.
Liz had a plan for me.
She's been guiding me, man.
Guiding me to turn Beaucroft Hall into a spiritual centre of healing.
Look, I don't think that's what she wanted, Gabe.
No offence, but I think I know my wife
a little bit better than you do.
Look, Gabe!
I saw Liz the week before she died.
Why would Liz come to see you?
She erm...
She...
What?
Neville!
were you and Liz having an affair?
No, no. No, not that, not that.
Erm...
Well, what then, man?
She-she came to see me.
She came and asked me about getting a divorce, Gabe.
No, she didn't.
I'm sorry, Gabe.
She didn't.
Gabe, I'm sorry.
It's true. No.
It's not.
That can't be true.
OK?
Hey!
Someone call an ambulance!
Aston, call the family doctor at once.
Hey, Gabe!
What's wrong with you?
SWALLOWS, THEN RUBS HIS HEAD, MUTTERING TO HIMSELF.
OK, OK, OK.
I found Neville's phone in the grounds.
Xanthe had nothing to do with it.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Gabe.
I tried to tell you. Quincy made me lie.
I'm sorry.
Neville told me that...
Liz was thinking about divorcing me.
Oh, dear divorce?
No, what? Why?
Oh, I wish I knew.
I wish...
I could talk to her one last time.
I'm gonna go take a nap.
Fuck you!
I thought I finally knew why I was here.
I thought you were guiding me.
It's so hard without you.
The night you died...
you were trying to tell me something.
Oh, no.
Please no!
Baby...
please tell me they didn't chop off your hand.
(SCREAMS)
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