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(air undulates and rumbles) (water sounds burble)
(knock thuds)
(tense brooding music)
(knock thuds)
(knock taps)
Uncle Paul! Uncle Paul!
Uncle Paul!
(crickets chirp)
Come on, guys.
(dark tense music)
(door creaks open)
Uncle Paul? You still working?
What the fuck?
(tense brooding music builds)
No. No, no, no, no, no!
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps thud)
(soft tense music) (Sarah pants)
(sharp scary sound booms)
(laughter echoes)
(tense music builds)
(scream echoes)
(lighter clicks)
It's not the same, is it?
- Nothing ever is. Have you spoken to your dad?
- Haven't seen him. - Right.
- Yo, when are you retards gonna help me with the salad?
Two minutes, yeah, K?
Hey.
- Look who didn't slit her wrists last night?
- Kieran! - What?
- Good morning, cousin. - See, she's fine.
Good morning, not shitty morning,
not "I'm gonna kill myself morning."
Oh, you're always so tactful, K.
- That's me, a tact man. Hug all the fucking tact.
- [Jemmy] You don't know what that means, do you?
- I'm not a spaz, Jem. - Oh. Could've fooled me.
He's right though. It is a good morning.
Yeah, it is.
(door shuffles)
- Sorry. - Sarah!
How lovely to see you. (laughs)
Oh, I'm sorry. My hands are still wet. (laughs)
How are you, Vicky?
You look so well, just like your mother.
Have you seen my dad?
- You know, we were so glad you landed on your feet
after all that happened in America.
The world's your oyster now, honey,
as your father would say.
Where is your father, by the way?
- You know, I, I think I left something outside.
- Oh. - Yeah, I'll be two seconds.
- Sarah, what are you doing? - I-
- Have you seen my dad and Vicky? They were after you.
- I saw, what do they want? - What do who wants?
- [Kieran] This salad isn't gonna toss itself.
- If by salad you mean your dick, then I'm gonna cut it off!
Mind your fucking language when Adam's around.
- Adam's here? - Hello, baby!
Hi, Martin.
- You're not such a baby anymore. You've really filled out.
University agrees with someone, or should I say college?
(Martin laughs)
Yeah, it's, it's, it's going super well.
Would you just excuse me? I should probably get changed.
- [Martin] Getting dressed for dinner? Good girl.
(footsteps thud)
(door opens)
I, I, sorry, Ian, sorry.
(door slams)
(sighs) Oh my God.
(cries out and laughs) Oh my God!
- Wow! You look so good. - Hi, Vicky.
- Come on. Everyone's here. - Great.
(footsteps shuffle)
- Hi, Dad. - Hi.
- How have you been? - Good. How are you?
- Good. I- - I've missed you.
- I missed you, too. Happy birthday, Daddy.
Thanks kiddo.
- Dad, there's something I-
- Is that my baby brother? - Hi, Martin.
Give me two seconds, honey.
Five years older, Martin, five years.
Happy birthday, mate. Come on.
(tense music)
(timer beeps)
Can you get that?
(water sloshes)
- How's the pasta coming? - How come I'm
always the only one doing the fucking cooking?
This was your idea.
It's because you're too talented, Jem.
Don't wanna deprive our dear family of your cooking.
Come on, indulge your primary feminine instinct.
Blow jobs, right?
Your secondary feminine instinct.
Hi, honey. I'll be right with you, okay?
I just need to finish cooking for everyone.
Be careful, honey. That's hot.
- Jem, (speaks indistinctly). - Her name is Jemima.
Where are they, kid?
- In my coat in the pocket next to the door.
- Love you, sis. - Sorry.
Come on, honey.
Do you wanna help your sister cook? Nice and slow.
- Nice and slow. - Nice and slow.
(chuckles) There we go.
Oh, for fuck's sake!
(timer beeps)
So it's just as a junior,
but it's a long-term project, and we don't have to move,
and I still have time for personal projects.
Well, we're very proud of you, Paul.
No matter what anyone says, we always knew you'd make it.
Just think what might've happened
if I hadn't introduced you two.
Well, we've never been introduced
to her father's money, that's for sure. (chuckles)
And Sarah is looking so well.
Looks like she's trying to figure out all the... (laughs)
- Yeah, well, being home for her is, we're all very proud.
Very proud.
(water trickles) (silverware clinks)
- Did I ever tell you I went abroad? A year in Copenhagen.
I was so prepared in my head, a whole schedule set out.
Email my sister on the Wednesday,
call my mum on the weekend, but no tea bags.
I could've cried. (laughs)
Six months until my boyfriend flew over,
hand luggage crammed with tea bags.
Airport security must have thought he was mental.
(women laugh)
- In, in Boston, they have tea in these cans like,
like you'd store petrol in.
- It's fucking tea. (laughs) - Tea.
It's so shit as well, but...
- Listen, if you ever need to talk, your dad-
No, I know.
No, Sarah, I know I'm not your mum,
and I'm never going to try and be,
and I know it can't be easy for you.
- Sorry. - No, no. I'm sorry.
Do we have dessert spoons?
We have nice ones, I, I think.
Sorry.
(footsteps thud)
Sarah.
(door creaks open and shuts)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps thud) (lighter clicks)
(slow dramatic music)
(footsteps thud)
Come on. Lunch is ready.
(footsteps shuffle) (people whisper indistinctly)
- The sixth Bronte. Glad you could join us.
- Paul was just telling us about your prize. The Ellen Ray?
Yeah, Ellen Roy Award for an essay.
I mean, I made the final,
but they don't announce till the end of semester.
Oh, you're being too modest.
Oh, it runs in the family, honey.
Paul over has been modest his whole life.
Of course he has every reason to be.
- Yet somehow, you can never quite manage it, Dad.
Ooh, easy, tiger.
Not at the table, honey. We agreed.
Sarah, we're all very proud of you,
especially your father.
Yeah. Thanks.
Are you having a good day, Dad?
Huh?
Are you having a nice birthday?
- Oh, yeah. - I should hope so.
You only turn 50 once.
Something special planned for him, I hope.
- (chuckles) Well, I think bringing the family together
is plenty special enough.
(laughs) Good answer. Good answer.
Trained this one well, haven't ya?
Dad, don't be gross.
- Ian. - What?
- You know, not every party has to have strippers and coke,
- Dad. - Kieran.
- No, just every party worth going to. (laughs)
I hope you're not trying to say
that this one isn't worth going to, Martin.
- That isn't what I'm saying. - I didn't think so.
I'm just saying now the man's turned 50,
you could at least spare some of Daddy's money.
- Jesus, Dad. - And maybe,
I don't know, take him somewhere.
- Martin. - What?
I'm sorry, dear.
No, no, it's fine. He's right.
I mean, this isn't very grand,
but we're just being responsible at the minute.
Yeah, yeah. Why shouldn't you be?
That your call, too, Paul?
- Well, we- - Christ, man!
You gonna let the woman answer for you all night?
- Hey! - I asked you nicely, Ian.
I asked you three times.
Uh, uh, uh.
See? (laughs) There's nothing.
He's got nothing.
He give you his fucking tongue for the job or what?
Hey! Hey!
Was he like this with Rosie?
I honestly can't remember. No offense, honey.
Me and your mother had our differences, but she was always-
- You know, you should really fuck off, Martin.
- Sorry? - I think you should fuck off.
Sarah.
I see you.
I see you over there, Sarah,
with your prizes and your degree.
What's the view like from up there?
How small do we look from where you're looking down from?
You have like two degrees, Dad.
- You know, your mother was always the same-
Shut your fucking mouth about my mother.
Enough! Enough, both of you.
We've got everybody around this table
for the first time in years,
and you're spoiling it for everybody, today of all days.
Please, behave yourselves.
You'll have other birthdays, mate.
- Oh, for God's sake! - Dad.
That isn't the reason, Martin.
- Seriously, Dad, why do you have to push it every time?
- What's the reason then? - Come on, dude.
'Cause we're getting married.
What?
- Ariel proposed to me this morning when we were out,
and so we're, we're getting married.
- Oh. My God! - Congratulations.
(chair thumps)
Sarah.
(footsteps shuffle)
(soft somber music)
(footsteps shuffle)
- Hey. - Hey.
That was a lot.
She makes me really happy, Sarah.
I'm happy for you.
You don't have to be, not yet.
- I don't think that's true. She proposed to you?
I think she was tired of waiting around.
Did she get you a ring?
- Oh yeah. - For real?
Yeah. Do you wanna see?
Your Aunt Vicky made it for her,
something about avoiding conflict diamonds.
It's beautiful.
What does it say on the side?
"Ad infinitum." It's Latin.
- It means- - Forevermore.
- So what did you want to speak to me about?
Oh, nothing.
I, I just wanted to tell you I'm glad to be home.
- We're really glad you're home, sweetie. We really are.
Hasn't changed, has it?
Never.
(tense boom echoes) (slow dramatic music)
(phone thuds)
(light clicks on)
(door opens)
(lighter clicks) (dog barks in distance)
(eerie mysterious piano music)
(footsteps crunch)
(door opens)
(tool pounds)
(light blasts and whooshes) (dark dramatic music)
(Sarah screams)
[Ariel] Sarah! Are you all right, dear?
I...
(crickets chirp)
My dad, he, he, he was, he, he was...
- Gosh, you look pale. Must be that jet lag.
You must be exhausted.
How about we have a nice cup of tea?
- I'm okay. Actually, I think I just need to sleep.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Thanks, sorry! Goodnight!
Goodnight.
(eerie haunting music)
(soft dramatic music)
(footsteps crunch)
(laughter echoes)
Mum!
(footsteps shuffle)
(tense unsettling music) (people whisper indistinctly)
(body shuffles)
(dark dramatic music)
(Sarah screams) (flesh squelches)
(Sarah breathes shakily)
(dark unsettling music)
(Sarah screams) (corpse roars)
(birds chirp)
(tense music)
(footsteps shuffle)
Morning.
Good morning.
- Did you sleep okay? You look a little tired, sweetie.
Yeah, no. Jet lag, I guess.
- Would you like some? - Nah, I'm okay.
Should probably grab a shower.
[Ariel] Oh, you okay, honey?
Yeah, it's nothing. (chuckles)
- Hey. - Hey.
Did Adam not turn up yet?
- Train strikes? - Yeah, maybe.
We're gonna go on a walk.
- Like a walk walk? - Yeah. (laughs)
- It's just been a while since I've walked.
- Just let me know if you change your mind, okay?
(Sarah sighs) (spoon clinks)
♪ Can't see the way I'm going ♪
♪ Can't see the way you're showing, gonna go ♪
Dude, hurry up. I wanna take a shower.
[Kieran] Of course.
Gotta be fresh and clean for our countryside stroll.
Not coming on the walk, Kieran.
- We'll see. - Just hurry up, yeah?
♪ Can't see the way I'm going ♪
♪ Can't see the way you're showing ♪
♪ Gonna keep going down this road ♪
Stupid. Hey, wait up.
- Oh, Miss Miller, glad to see you'll be joining us.
- Your saber, madam. - Thanks.
Kids.
(footsteps shuffle)
He's been driving me mad all morning,
and I need to get everything ready for tonight.
- Could you? - Dad, I-
He's your brother, for God's sake.
Just take him on a bloody walk.
Would be happy to. Come on, honey.
- Thank you, baby. - Come on.
I think you can see (speaks indistinctly).
Sarah.
(floorboards creak)
I, I'm sorry about last night. Just wanted to say.
It wasn't appropriate what I said.
Anything you need baby, anything at all,
you just let me know.
Yeah, of course. I should...
Have fun, guys!
(soft eerie dramatic music)
(soft eerie dramatic music continues)
- Is it weird to be back? Sorry, that was a dumb question.
No, it's okay. It's strange, yeah.
I can never really make sense of it.
It feels like we're trapped in time.
Everything moves so fast out there than in here,
but then I feel so much older every time I come back,
like I've lived in million different lives
since the last time I was here.
Well, that's because you have.
One day, I'll walk through this field,
and I'll be older than she ever was.
Well, my dad says you look more
and more like her every day.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
(water rushes)
I'm sorry about Dad. He can be an asshole.
Can't pick your parents.
- Well, everyone says that my mum was fucking the postman,
so who knows.
And ever since my mum and I have been in Lisbon,
it's like I know him and K less and less every day.
How are you feeling anyway about your dad?
I'm glad he's happy.
She's super weird though, right?
(laughs) Insane. Totally insane.
He sure knows how to pick them.
What's up, gays?
- Where's Ian? - Ooh.
Hmm. Ditched him at the house.
- Kieran! - What?
You expect me to smoke up in front of him?
'Cause I ain't doing this weekend sober.
You're such a prick.
Ian, Ian, Ian!
Finally.
(lighter clicks)
Come on, dude. Ain't got all day.
(coughs) What the hell is that?
- I've got a new guy. It's good shit, I promise.
(tense brooding music) (wind blows)
(footsteps shuffle)
(hammer thuds) (flesh squelches)
Ian!
(wind blows)
Ian! Ian?
- K, what the fuck? - Hey, sis.
- You prick. - What?
We're supposed to be looking after him,
- and now he's fucking gone! - Chill out.
He's probably wanking over a red maple tree or something.
You're sick. What is that?
What?
- This is fucking acid? - Yeah? Hey!
- You're unbelievable, with all she's been going through.
Yeah, with all she's been going through.
Stop treating me like I'm a fucking idiot.
She has to come back to the place where her mother died
and deal with our family for three fucking days.
- You're unbelievable! - Yeah, well, you're a cunt.
(slap thwacks) (Jemmy and Kieran grunt)
[Jemmy] Dick head!
You're the dick head, dick head.
(dark brooding music)
(dark brooding music continues)
(eerie haunting vocals)
(dark tense music)
(dark tense music continues)
(flesh squelches)
(dark unsettling music)
(body shuffles)
(Sarah screams)
Sarah.
It's okay, it's us. It's okay.
He was, Ian, he, he, he was dead.
You're okay. You're okay.
You're okay.
(birds chirp)
Thanks.
Sarah, honey.
It's okay. I just got a call from Ian.
He went to the planetarium this morning in town. He's okay.
I saw him.
- Sarah- - I saw him!
- [Ian] Hi, guys. Just a heads up, I'm gonna be out today.
They open up a new planetarium at the science museum,
and I really don't wanna miss it.
I'll be back for Uncle Paul's drinks tonight.
Tell Jemmy I'm sorry for running off so fast.
I am, I just got excited. Okay, bye bye.
You see? It's okay.
We just think you got a little bit frightened.
It was sweet of you to worry.
- So sweet, Sarah. You're such a good influence on him.
No, I saw him.
He, he was covered in blood, and then his, his body was,
- it was smashed. - Sarah!
Sarah, you know I hate to ask.
No.
- I know, just- - No!
- I know you had a hard time - No!
sticking to the meds before,
and I just thought maybe talking about upping the dose.
Would you just fuck off?
Just fucking leave me alone, all of you,
because you were all more than happy
to forget about me when I was 3,000 miles away.
I've been back two days, and it's all,
"Oh, Sarah, you're such a good role model.
You're doing so great, Sarah,
but oh, your dad says you've been having a hard time.
U's hard, it's fine. Are you taking your meds, Sarah?
Are you seeing a therapist, Sarah?
Are you cutting your wrists, Sarah?"
Sarah!
- I dropped out, by the way. (speaks indistinctly)
(crickets chirp)
- Sarah. - Don't.
- Sarah. - Have you seen it?
Have you seen the way they look at me?
They're just worried about you, darling.
- I'm worried about you. - Yeah?
Well, you won't have to worry about me much longer.
What is that supposed to mean?
I'm fine, all right? I didn't mean...
Look, I'm gonna get a hotel and then-
- Then what? - I'll figure it out.
So what, you gonna get a job? Where?
With who? Are you gonna re-enroll?
- I don't know, Dad! I just can't stay here.
Honey, please. I know it's hard.
I's hard for me, too. I know it's hard being here.
- Dad, I- - I loved her, Sarah.
I loved her so much. You are the one I love the most.
I need to know you're okay because she
would never forgive me if I wasn't here for you.
It's so hard.
I know, I know.
[Sarah] Why does it have to be so hard?
- So I've caught the wave, and we are flying.
It's the start of the season,
so it's the first double overhead of the year.
(people laugh)
Shut up. And you just get tunnel vision.
Nothing else matters.
It was just me and the wave, or so I thought.
- Oh boy. - So I looked to my right,
and there he is,
a hammerhead shark gliding right next to me.
- Bullshit! - No fucking way, kid.
- Not a chance. - It's true!
We were fucking one, man.
We knew each other,
and I think in that moment it thought we were brothers.
- Oh great. Just what we need, another one. (laughs)
It started pretty innocent at first.
He offered extra tutoring, and you start off undeclared,
so you have to sign up to a ton of classes,
and I was always so shit at maths.
He asked me out. I said no.
He asked again, and then he made a move on me.
I came back from class the next morning.
S-L-U-T on my dormitory door in permanent marker,
and the dean said I couldn't prove it was him.
His word against mine, some freshman girl against faculty.
There was no way I'd win.
My friends even tried to steal his marking,
handwriting samples to prove.
He knew where I lived.
What was I supposed to do? So I gave up.
- You didn't. - Yeah. Yeah, I did.
- You know what? We should go to the lakes tomorrow.
What?
Just stay at the lakes in that cottage,
the one your grandma could rent cheap.
- We can go fishing. - You hate fishing.
But you love it. Well, you used to.
- Do you? - Yeah, I do.
Everyone's here. What are you gonna tell them?
And Ariel. You just got engaged, Dad.
- Hey, what was it you said? We'll figure it out.
Great.
Well, I'll speak to Ariel, and you can tell Kieran
and Jemima they're welcome to stay as long as they like.
- Are you okay, darling? - Yeah, no,
it sounds great, Dad.
Oh. I'll be two minutes.
(footsteps thud)
- [Ian] Hi, guys. Just a heads up, I'm gonna be out today.
They open up a new planetarium at the science museum,
and I really don't wanna miss it.
I'll be back for Uncle Paul's drinks tonight.
Tell Jemmy I'm sorry for running off so fast.
I am, I just got excited.
- Okay, bye bye. - Shit.
Easy, honey. You're not 25 anymore.
- Are you sure, honey? 'Cause I still feel like it.
Martin!
Such grace.
Do you reckon he still gets it up?
God, no, not without the help of Mr. V.
Did Adam call? Should we be worried?
It's Adam.
They probably flew him off to Hong Kong or something.
Yeah. Should we stop looking at this?
- Absolutely. - Great.
(phone rings)
Come on, Ian.
(eerie music) (people whisper indistinctly)
I wouldn't go in there.
Victoria, the dark room.
She said it would ruin her photos.
Did we run out of wine?
- You know, you upset your dad, what you did earlier.
He's under a lot of stress at the moment,
and I think it would be best if you act accordingly.
(knock bangs)
Yo, is anyone in there?
Hurry up, man. I need to shit.
What is that supposed to mean?
I think it would be best for all
if you give him some breathing space.
That old flat is empty and I'd happily-
(laughs) Oh, piss off.
Excuse me?
(Kieran whistles) (crickets chirp)
(eerie music) (light pulses and booms)
I can see right through you.
I don't know what you've got him doing or what you're up to,
but I'm gonna find out, and when I do, you're fucked.
(footsteps shuffle)
- [Ian] Tell Jemmy I'm sorry for running off so fast.
I am, I just got excited. Okay, bye bye.
Sarah, I don't know.
- When was the last time Ian ever called you Jemmy?
I mean, I don't know. Never?
Never! Something's wrong.
You know it, too. Ian disappears.
Adam no-shows. Last night with Ariel.
Last night? Did something happen?
- Nothing. Just make sure no one follows me upstairs.
I'm gonna make a call.
- The science museum? - The police.
(tense music)
(door shuffles open)
- Fucking in-laws.
Jesus Christ!
(dark dramatic music)
(Sarah breathes shakily)
Yeah, police, please.
(dramatic music)
(Sarah screams) (Martin gasps)
Shit, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, dear.
Martin.
- I must've frightened you to death. I'm so sorry.
Come on, dear. Let's sit down.
Let's sit down. Ooh! (laughs)
Hey, hey. I think you've had too much to drink, miss.
It's okay, Sarah. You're a big girl now.
You're allowed to want things.
- I, I don't. - Sarah, it's okay.
- They don't need to know. - What the fuck?
Sarah, it's okay. I feel it, too.
(slaps thwack) (slow dramatic music)
You ungrateful little brat.
You think anyone else is gonna fuck you up,
a delusional dropout with mommy issues?
(laughs) Face it, honey. I'm your best case scenario.
(punch lands) (Martin groans)
Get off!
Come on, baby. Just once, just once.
- I need you. - Fuck off!
(heads thud) (Martin grunts)
[Martin] Shit.
(body thuds) (Martin grunts)
Martin. Martin.
(soft dramatic music)
Martin.
(footsteps thud)
Dad?
- No, no, it, it, it, it is not what it looks like.
He, he, he attacked me. He, he, he-
And you what? What did you do?
Nothing! I didn't anything here!
I swear, he-
Help, help. He needs help.
I said, he's, he's, he's fucking,
he's fucking, he's fucking, someone got him.
Got him? What do you mean got him?
- What do you mean? - Sarah.
Is, is that my dad?
Sarah, do you remember what happened
when you were in the woods?
Do you remember feeling like you were dreaming,
like you were somewhere else?
(cries) No, no. I, I, I saw Ian.
He, he, he, he, was, I, I-
No, no, Sarah. It's okay.
We know you didn't mean to do anything.
No, I, I, I, I couldn't! I, I wouldn't!
I would remember! I didn't do it, you know I didn't!
(dark brooding music)
Jemmy! Jemmy, please!
I, I, I didn't kill them! I didn't!
Dad. Dad, Dad, please.
(dark dramatic music)
- Dad? - No.
(Sarah screams)
- Sarah! - Fuck no. Fuck no!
- Sarah! - Come on, we have to go!
We have to go.
- Jemma, Jemma. Jemmy, Jemmy, Jemmy, Jemmy.
Go and find your brother. Go and find your brother.
(Sarah screams) (dark dramatic music builds)
Come on.
I didn't do it. I didn't do it.
I know you didn't.
(dark dramatic music)
Vicky!
(neck cracks)
(door clatters)
K, we need to get Sarah! K!
No. We, we don't know.
We don't know she's not involved with Dad, with that thing.
- Sarah, K, she's sick! - I don't know!
I don't know. The fuck!
- I just, I need- - K.
I need, I just need to calm down.
K.
(lighter clicks)
K?
(dark dramatic music)
(crickets chirp)
K! Oh my God, K!
Jem, Jem, calm down. It's okay.
(Jemmy whimpers and hyperventilates)
It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
- (sobs) Please. Please. - You're gonna be okay.
- Please. - It's okay. Jemmy, it's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay, Jemmy.
Kieran! Kieran!
(rope groans)
(footsteps shuffle)
Sarah, stop! Sarah, we need to leave.
- Your dad's in the car. - No, no, no, not with you.
- Please, Sarah! - What did you do to him?
We were fine. We were all fine before you.
Sarah, please come with us.
Did you make him build it?
Is that what you've been doing
at night When you think no one knows?
I know! I know you did this!
(knife thuds) (flesh squelches)
- (chuckles) I've been wanting to do that for years.
Oh, don't worry, darling. Your time will come.
She was just going to get in the way.
- But you, you, you died. You-
Oh, you mean.
(laughs) Cool party trick, huh?
Well, we should be going. We've got a lot to get through.
Come on, darling. We haven't got all night.
You're early, Paul.
Get away from my daughter, Victoria.
- But then you are the star of the show, I suppose.
Who am I to berate our leading man?
Did I do it? Did I build it?
- Well, I think I can take some of the credit,
but you were always good with your hands,
as your daughter will soon find out.
No.
(dark tense music)
That's better.
Now come.
Dad.
- Aren't you forgetting something, darling? The spare?
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Dad, please! No, no!
- Come on, dears. We've got a long night ahead of us.
(dark brooding music) (chair groans)
Hush, my dear. My boy has grown fond of you.
He's been watching you at night sneaking around.
He thinks you're beautiful, ethereal,
and we wouldn't want to let that go to waste now, would we?
Your cousin, however, has a far greater purpose.
To reunite a family that has been apart for too long.
A family reunion, I suppose.
(speaks in foreign language)
(flesh squelches)
No. No.
I killed her, I killed her! What happened?
Why has she not returned? What else must I do?
(footsteps thud)
Do not fret, my dear boy.
Your sister will join us very soon.
(crickets chirp)
[Operator] Thank you for calling 999.
What's your emergency?
(footsteps shuffle) (brush rustles and crunches)
(ringtone chimes)
(dark dramatic music)
Darling daughter.
Getting old for hide and seek, aren't we?
(footsteps shuffle)
It's time, Sarah. Time to pay for what you did.
You took your mother from me. You led her to those tracks.
She died to save you. What a waste.
You deserve what that man did to you,
but I will do so much worse.
- No, you're not real! You're not my father!
I am your father, and I will kill you.
My new master, my new love, a life-long brand.
(dark dramatic music) (Paul grunts)
(ring thuds)
(foot stomps)
No!
(crickets chirp)
Sarah?
Hi, Dad.
(door slams) (keys jingle)
- They're still going. Jemmy could, she's still in there.
Sarah, we can't. She's dead, okay?
She's dead.
Victoria, she's more powerful than you can imagine.
She made me build the doll, made me try and kill you.
Jemmy doesn't stand a chance.
- You don't know that. - I do know that!
- No, you don't, and if there's any chance,
any chance at all that we can save her,
well, we'll figure it out.
(dark dramatic music) (speaks in foreign language)
(body thuds)
Oh, that's good. We are ready for her.
No.
Darling, did you honestly think I wouldn't notice the ring?
[Sarah] Dad!
It took me years to forge it.
Do you think I'm going to believe it just slipped
from your finger?
Well, no matter.
You are here now, and you, my dear,
are exactly where you deserve to be.
- What do you want? What would you want with my family?
What did we ever do to you?
Your family were beautiful.
- Funny. - So charming.
[Voice] And so curious about the world.
But your blood, your blood is filthy.
It took my family from me, and it will pay for their return.
- Who are you? - Just a mother,
a mother whose family were taken from her.
(dark brooding music)
(people whisper indistinctly)
For hundreds of years,
I've tracked down the blood of those who killed my children.
(person screams)
That fucking awful man.
I had his son who, when he came of age,
paid with his life for my real son's return,
a beautiful boy in a beautiful body of Salem willow.
I had to let him have the other boys
so he had no one to share his mummy with.
You're insane.
- His daughter should've brought mine back, yet here we are.
So I suppose you will have to do.
(dramatic music) (Sarah screams)
(clock ticks) (soft ethereal music)
- Hello, sweetheart. - Mum.
How is this happening?
I've learned its best not to ask.
Gosh. Look how grown up you are.
Let me.
(fingers snap)
- Oh, that's better. - How, how did-
Did you think Victoria was the only one?
Victoria. My dad, I have to go back.
- My dad- - And you will,
but you need to learn the truth first,
the truth about our family.
I know you've been seeing things,
memories which aren't yours.
Fragments of Victoria's past.
But it's our past, too.
Victoria's daughter took a knife to her chest,
but the strength of her will was unmatched.
Guilt ridden,
the man who had killed her nursed her back to health.
Eventually, she grew to trust him
and one day even to love him,
but she knew that her mother would never forgive
and that the other witch finders would hunt them,
so they moved from Massachusetts to England.
Eventually the man died,
but his wife lived on and on and on.
You.
We do not age, but we're not invincible.
When the accident happened and I died,
the magic that it kept you
and him hidden from Vicki died, too,
but my love for you lived on, as did your father's,
as did that man's who had chosen love over hate,
who chose to save me no matter the cost,
and now you need to go back to him, honey.
Save him as he saved me.
- I love you, Mum. - I love you, too.
(air booms and whooshes)
(dark dramatic music)
Cat got your tongue?
Or I suppose which caught your tongue in this case.
Don't let the past define you, Victoria.
I'm not letting it define me, not anymore.
(Sarah gags and coughs) (unsettling dramatic music)
(knife thuds) (flesh squelches)
(Sarah coughs)
- It's okay. - Dad.
(dramatic music)
(hammer thuds) (flesh squelches)
Get off my cousin, you prick! (pants)
(soft ethereal music)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
She's still breathing. Call an ambulance.
Come on, let's get you out of here.
(footsteps shuffle) (Jemmy groans)
Ambulance is on its way.
She'll be okay.
- She's a fighter. - Yeah.
(Jemmy grunts)
- I'm really proud of you, Sarah, for everything.
Thanks. I'm proud of me, too.
It's a good day for fishing.
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
(dark brooding music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(air undulates and rumbles) (water sounds burble)
(deep rumble echoes)