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Back to bed Margot now!

- You heard your father.

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-Margot, during your last
annual review, you were showing,

continued exceptional mental
health, and were just about

to celebrate your 5th wedding
anniversary if I remember

rightly?
- Yeah, I still can't imagine my life without him.

Have you suffered any relapses
over the last 12 months?

- No. Not at all. No more visio.

I can't remember the last
time we had an incident.

Talking years.
- Margot, tell her the truth.

- It was just a dream.
- It's all too common for those

who suffer traumatic childhood
experiences. For those symptoms

to reappear.- There's nothing
wrong with me. Not anymore.

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Recently, an old friend,
Douglas, he was in charge of the

estate, he passed away. Well,
it starts brings with it

back. - The lost memories.
- Well, not just that night, but

entire year. It's like I'm
rediscovering this lost part

of my life each night, little by little.
- Those long lost

memories of your childhood are
never really lost. You maybe

suppress them to spare yourself
pain. If we just stop this

downward trajectory, then...
- I need to remember. I need to

remember everything. I've run
from the truth my entire life,

never believing that I was
strong enough to face it.

I was wrong. Now, I'm ready.

I need to know why-why it happ.

Help me remember, please.

- Memories are based

on our senses, sights,
sounds. Go back to that house.

Walk around in the shoes of your
childhood self for a few days.

It will come flooding back to
you. But be careful. You're

showing clear signs of
regression. You may add fuel to

a fire we fought so hard to
contain. If your mental health

declines Mrs. Richardson, I
fear your days at Abingdon

Asylum could be far from over.

- I'm not sure about this.

- I should have done this years.

- This is where you grew up?

You never told me your family were wealthy.
- What does it

matter?
- Well, what happened to it? The money? I mean, we're

barely making ends meet.
- I refuse to accept my inheritance.

- Why?
- I'll never take a penny from my father.

- Dad.

- You okay?

Lead the way.

Trust you weren't raised
in total darkness.

A countryside not even a single.

So, it was just you,
your father, and

Douglas the Butler that
lived here, is that right?

- My father's girlfriend, Nancy,
would often stay the night too.

- I also had a younger sister.

Her name was Evie.

- You told me you
were an only child.

- I tried to keep you
away from all of this.

- Sometimes, it feels like
I don't even know you.

- Can I take that
off you now, please?

It's much better.

I don't know why you
insist on wearing it.

- She could scare a child
looking through the window.

- Well, let them look. I don't
want you hiding away from the

world any longer.

You're beautiful.

Just the way you are.

- This must all be worth a fort.

- We're not selling any of it.

- I just don't understand
why you're holding on to

everything if it holds no value
to you. I've only just found out

that we have all this money
just sitting there and then...

- Please.

- Margot, sure you're alright?

- Yeah. It's just a lot to take.

- Of course.

Look what I found.

You look so happy.

- That was...

- Is that her?

Your sister?

Evie was severely disfigured.
She lived a tortured existence.

Nancy took an instant
dislike to the both of us.

Evie was a little different.
She was the easiest of targets.

- Poor girl.

- This was taken just months be.

- You evre going to tell me
what happened that night or

at least what you remember.

- What's the first thing that
comes to mind when you look

at my father?

- He looks like a good man?

A loving father.

- We never knew our mother. She

died when we were both really
little. It created a special

bond between the 3 of us.

All of that changed

the night Evie was murdered.

- I'm so sorry.

- She suffocated to death,
screaming, begging for her life or,

so he told the police.

- They found her killer?

- When they found her
body buried in the woods,

they took my father away.

He confessed to everything.

Before I had the opportunity
to see him again, he was dead.

The official report said that
he was killed by an inmate.

I never got the
opportunity to ask him why.

And now, I'll never know.

Open the door.

Open the door!

Mason!

Mason!

Mason!

Get out the way!

- It's okay, I'm here. Breathe.

See you back on the wine.

Why did you lock the door?

- I didn't.

- I can't help you
if you lock me out.

And I won't be here to look
after you tomorrow night.

- You're still going.

- You don't turn down
Henry Hargreaves.

- So you putting him
before your wife.

- I can't pass up this opportunity.
He's the only publisher

in London that hasn't
turned me down.

- You can't just leave me on
my own. I'm struggling to...

- Margot, please.
- This isn't a discussion.

You chose to come here. I
can't pass up this opportunity.

I'm leaving tomorrow night.

Good.

Let me take you home. On rout.
- He doesn't know where I am.

Can I escape my own
thoughts now, can I?

They're only tolerable
with you by my side.

- I'll be back with you this
time tomorrow. I promise.

- You're just walking away.

- This is the one, Margot.

I'm coming back with a book dea.

I know it.

- Ghost sightings are the
byproduct of a tortured mind.

We conjure supernatural images
that bring us a sense of closure,

Sometimes comfort.

If left untamed, or brains have
the ability to wish our lost

loved ones back to life.

Spirits exist only in the mind.

[Match strikin}

- Just in time. You ready?

- This is the one.

- Thank you for agreeing
to see us, Mr. Hargraves.

- I see you have a
new client, Ms. Rose.

- The most talented
I've ever represented.

- Mason, Mason Richardson. It's
a real pleasure to meet you

at last.

- Yes. Yes, it is.
Please take a seat.

- Have you had a chance
to read Mason's work?

- Yes.

- May I ask what your thoughts?

- It's a great read, truly.

But I'm afraid it's too
much of a gamble for us.

As you know, sales
are down year-on-year.

- I do have a revised draft
that I'd love to talk to you

about some of the
changes that we've made.

- Look, my mind's made up.

- I think passing on this
would be a big mistake.

This has everything
to be a major hit.

- Except a known name
on the front cover.

I can't afford to take another
risk on a rookie author.

- You know a good
book when you see one.

Sometimes, that's all it takes.

- I'm sorry, Chrissa.

- Thank you for your time.

[Footsteps[

I appreciate everything you've.

This is the end of the road for.

- But you can't just give up.

I know how much you want this.

Let's talk about it over a drin.

- I promised Margot
I would head back.

- Just one quick drink.

That's all I'm asking.

Please?

- I'm Sarah and I wish
contact to my mother.

- My name is Barton, and
I wish to contact my wife.

I lost her many years ago.

I just want to know
if she's free of pain.

- And last but not least...

- My name is Margot and
I would like to contact

my sister, Evie.

- And what do you want from her?

- Clarity.

I want to know if I'm right
in thinking that she's been

the one visiting me, these
past few nights or...

Or you're just losing
your marbles.

- Please settle down.

- Let's see if we
can get your answer.

Please.

We call upon the spirits
of our long lost friends

and loved ones to connect
with us here today.

Spirits, let us know
you can hear us.

Give us a sign.

A spirit is with us.

Spirit, reveal who in
attendance you wih to contact.

What was your wife's name?

- Jessica.

- Jessica? Your husband, Barton,

wishes for a sign that
you are no longer in pain.

Please.

She wishes to speak to you.

- How?

Oh.

- Barton.

- Jess?

- Oh Jess, I need to know...

- To know what?

- How long should I let
this charade continue?

Show's over folks. And
that is all that it is.

A show, Barton.

Barton Bailey.

Mmm-hmm.

- Closed your eyes?

- Yeah, no surprise is
there but the candles on the

other hand, are most intriguing.

Very good.

You have been the victims of an

all-too-common con.

You are merely putting
all your hard-earned cash

into the pockets of charlatans,

like our friends here, who
take great pleasure in lying

to your faces. And may I suggest
finding other work something

more in keeping with
your incredible talents?

The West End, perhaps.

- You know, you think you're
so high and mighty, but we

are giving these people peace.

- You are selling them lies.

- No different to you
than Mr. Bailey, hey.

Profiting from deceit, your
books are full of lies.

You are no less a fraud.

- There's no signing autographs.

- I'm not interested in any of.

- Well, it won't indulge
your ghost stories either.

You'll be lucky to get a smile.

- Sorry to bother you, Mr. Bail.

My name is Margot Richardson.

I've read your book.

I wanted to ask you about
my recent encounters.

- The supernatural is not
founded in logic or reality,

but pure fantasy.
Whatever is plaguing you

will become clear soon enough.

- But things are happening to me

that I can't explain
in any other way.

- I need someone
with your expertise.

My expertise?

- The ghost hunter.

- I was once a paranormal
investigator but now, I have

turned my attention to more
worthwhile endeavors, exposing

those who would profit from
the weak-minded, like yourself.

- I'm desperate.

Help me before it's
too late. I need to

understand what's happening
to me. You're the only one.

- What do you mean too late?

- I'm in danger of being sent a.

- If you truly want answers,
may I suggest you try reading

my book again. And this time,
with your brain engaged.

- I warned you about him.

Give it a couple of days.
If you're still adamant,

see us at this address. I
might be persuaded to run a few

tests for the right price. I
wouldn't count on it though.

My dad's pretty stubborn.

- Thank you.

- Charlie. - Charlie.

Does my story sound crazy to yo?

- Not exactly.

- Where are you, Mason?

[Eerie soun}

- I told you to stop
wearing that horrible thing.

- I need to have it.

- Why?

- The neighbors
called me names again.

- I'll have a word
with their parents.

- Why do they hate me?
They're nice to Margot.

- They don't hate you.
They're just ignorant.

If these girls don't see
how wonderfully kind,

thoughtful, and funny you are

then Evie, they're not
deserving of your friendship.

You don't need anyone who
treats you differently,

and who doesn't see what's in h.

No matter what, you will
always have your sister and I.

- After one of the shortest
murder trials in recent history,

Knightley admitted all
the charges against him

and entered no defense.

Butler points finger
at abusive Nancy.

- How can you treat Evie this w?

- How dare you speak to
me like that? We pay you.

- You have never paid me a
penny, Miss. May I remind

you that I was here long before
you arrived and will remain

long after you've gone.

How can you treat them
both with such contempt?

- They are a constant reminder.

A reminder of what James
will never give me.

All I've ever asked of him
were children of my own.

- You knew that was never an op.

- How can I be asked to love
another woman's children?

I tried. Douglas, I really
tried but I can't do it.

I will never love them.

They will forever be
what stands in the

way of what I truly want.

My family.

I had a dream last night.

I drowned them both in the rive.

Scariest part was,

it was far from a nightmare.

Apparently Butler Douglas
Morrison told police last night

how Nancy Jones, girlfriend of
the accused, Sir James Knightley

would often relish any opportunity
to punish Evie for reasons

beyond logic.

He recalled out each lash of
her belt was made with a smile,

would often lock her in the
basement for days on end

whilst their father
was away on business.

I have reason to believe Sir
James Knightley is covering

for his beloved manipulative Na.

He said.

Was it Nancy, Evie?

- I assume you've not
told Margot about us yet.

- I'm waiting for the right tim.

- There is no right time to tell
your wife you're leaving her.

- What am I going to do?

Every publisher in town
has turned me down.

- It's not your fault.

They can't see great work when
it's put in front of them.

- The quality doesn't
matter. No one's willing to

take a bet on me.

- Why don't we start our
own publishing company?

Stop chasing the approval
of these tasteless fools and

put the books in the
readers hands ourselves.

- How would we do that?

- Well, I have the connections.
We just lack printing investment

We would need
significant investment.

- I think I can get hold of
the money. I just need time.

- This could be the start to
a new life. Just you and I,

Creating the future we've
always wanted together.

- Evie?

I need to know who, Evie.

Dad's innocent, isn't he?

Who did this to you?

I know. I know you want
me to know the truth.

Go!

- Margot!

Margot!

Are you going to tell me
what happened tonight?

I can't help you if
you won't talk to me.

- You won't believe me.

- Your visions are
getting out of control.

- They aren't visions,
Mason. This is real.

- None of this is real.

Margot!

- How do you explain this?

It was Evie.

- Margot.

- I saw her in the attic and
then I saw her down here.

- No, you didn't.

- Look what she did to me.

- Enough!

Look, I've tried being
patient with you but...

But what?

When I was in London,

I made a call to Dr. Lake.

- Tell me you're lying.

- I'm so worried about you.

- What have you told her?

- I've told her everything.

- You don't understand.

They will stop me from coming
home. They'll lock me up.

Why would you do that?

- Because you need help.

- Where are you going?

- I have another book
meeting lined up.

- You never said anything
about another book meeting.

- Morning.

- I need to speak to Barton.

- To what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?

He hasn't had his morning coffet

- I feel like I'm losing my min.

- I know the feeling.

- I didn't come here to be mock.

- I can offer you little else.

- I can't do this alone.

Not anymore.

- Do you know how many times I
have had this very conversation?

How many lonely wives, widowers
with overactive imaginations

have stepped through that door,

desperate to understand
the bumps in the night?

Mmm?

Care to try a guess?

Charlie?

- Well, we've investigated
over 200 cases of suspected

supernatural activity.

- And what conclusive
evidence did we find to

support their suspicions?

- Nothing.

- Nothing.

The media has eroded the
minds of an entire nation.

We're all scared,

paranoid,

and seeing things that
just aren't there.

Rest assured, whatever it is
that's keeping you awake at night,

it is no spirit.

- One night,

that's all I'm asking for.

- Mrs. Richardson...

- Please, you'll never see me a.

I swear.

- Load her up.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

This house just looks familiar.

- So, what can you tell us about
this supernatural presence,

Mrs. Richardson?

- I've seen a little
girl. My sister, Evie.

Every time I've seen her,
it's been at 9 minutes past 9

on the dot.

Exact time she died, I believe.

- And she died on these grounds?

- Evie was murdered, Mr. Bailey.

- This is the Knightley
murder house, isn't it?

- I'm sorry for your loss.

Your father got what he deserve.

Mrs. Richardson, what's the mat?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

- It was my belief the spirits
only show themselves to those

they wish to be seen by which
makes our lives rather tricky.

Fortunately, we've got plenty
of other ways of detecting

supernatural activity.

- Disbelief.

Where did it come from?

I lost my mother when I
was very young. Too young.

But growing up, she'd visit
me when I needed her the most.

- You've seen her.

- He thinks I'm crazy for
saying so, but I still see her.

Sometimes.

I've seen enough to know that
those that died in great pain,

like my mother or Evie,

remain with us somehow.

It's as if their life's
work is incomplete.

They still have a purpose,

or reason to communicate with u.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

- Showtime.

Hey it's me.

You alright?

- Your sister is so
weird. A tea party?

- What happened to her face?

- Leave her alone.

- Oh, touchy, touchy Margot.

- You said you didn't get
along with your sister,

why do you keep on defending he?

- I don't want to make fun of h.

- Does she just play all
day, ever day by herself?

- Stop.
- She can't have any friends, can she?

- Who would want to be friends
with someone who looks like that?

- She's a freak.

- I said stop!

- It's alright, it's
alright, it's alright.

Look at me, it's me.

It's me.

Are you alright, Margot?

- Have you ever heard
sounds like that before?

You believe me now, don't you?

- I always have.

But no doubt my father
is conjuring up a logical

explanation as we speak.

- How can he be so blind?

- Somewhere along the
line, I realized that

proving the existence of the
supernatural would discredit

his life's work.

His books, written to
reassure people that they had

nothing to fear about
their homes being haunted,

continue to sell in their thous.

Desperate people, they don't
think twice about throwing money

around in the search
for peace of mind.

He has nothing to gain
from proving the truth.

But everything to lose.

Dad!

What's happening?

- Margot.

What's going on?

Who are you? What
are you doing here?

- Don't worry, we're leaving.

- You're going to tell
me what's going on here.

- What's the point?

- Tell me!

- I hired them to prove
that we're not alone here.

- You've actually lost it
this time, haven't you?

- If someone had to believe me,
it was never going to be you.

- You are seeing things again.

- You're starting to sound
like a broken record.

- We all know it. What
do you expect me to say?

- I expect you to believe me,
to stand by me no matter what.

What!

- You're insane!

You're truly insane!
God! Listen to yourself.

Mimi is gone. She's long
gone. She's not here.

- You're wrong.

Well then where is she then? Hm?

Where is she?

- She's looking right at you.

- Over here? Over here?

- Mason, please...

No!

- No, well then, where is she n?

- I don't know.

- Well, let's find
her then shall we?

Evie!

Evie!

Evie!

Come out come out wherever you.

God! What do I have to do to
convince you you are sick, Margot!

We're alone. We are
completely alone!

I can't take this any longer.
- Well, go then.

- Oh, I'm going. - Go back to.

You don't think I know
what you've been doing?

You promise.

You promised you
wouldn't do it again and

I believed you.

Whatever this is,

whatever this has become,

it's over.

I want a divorce.

- This time, I'm going to make
sure they throw away the key.

Are you alright?

- This is undeniable. Look, look

this is gonna change everything.

- Delete the audio file.

We...

Do it!

- You knew this day was coming.

Margot was right.

She hired you to find out the t.

- Margo didn't hire me.

- And who did?

- I want you to visit the house.

Indulge her little ghost hunt.

And then, when she's proven
wrong, I want a written letter,

expressing your concern
about her mental state.

- I'm starting to think
that it is you that needs

professional help.

- My wife is hiding money
from me, a lot of money.

Mmm-hmm.

- Lock her up in the nuthouse.

It all passes over to you.

- I can't let it just
sit there any longer.

In exchange for your help,

I'm willing to see that
you get your fair share.

Name your price.

- You're being paid to
say that she's crazy?

But you've proved
she's anything but.

- You'll get your cut.

- Keep it.

I don't want any part of this.

You know, you started
this to know the truth,

once and for all.

Because you wanted to
help those who had lost

their loved ones like us.

Tell fact from fiction.

To help them.

That's just a distant memory no.

Your lies pay much
better, don't they, dad?

What have you become?

- I told you.

I told all of you.

- I can't let you stay here any
longer, for your own safety.

- She isn't attached to the hou.

She's attached to me.

How do I end this?

- I'm not convinced we can, not
until she gets what she wants.

- She wants me to know the trut.

I'm getting close.

- I fear her true intentions.

Howard is the most sinister.

- What's that?

Your defence.

Holy water?

- We must cleanse this place.

Come on Barton.

No, no, no, no, no.

[Eerie sounds

Aah.

Barton?

Barton, where are you?

Barton!

- Margot.

- Evie.

Was it Nancy, Evie?

I would give anything to go
back in time and stop her from

hurting you.

Why are you doing this?

What do you want from me!

Now that I've got your
attention. You want me to play

with someone who looks like tha?

- This is why you always have no
friends, just like your sister.

You're no fun, Margot.

- I can be.

- Prove it.

- How?

Watch this.

Evie,

we've been thinking, would
like to play a game with us?

Perhaps,

hide and seek?

- 1,

2,

3,

4,

5,

6.

- Hide in there.

Trust me.

You want to win the game, don't?

- Let me out.

- Perhaps I will, perhaps I won.

- I can't breathe.

You need to be louder than that.

- I can't hear you.

Evie?

I didn't mean to hurt her.

What's going to happen to me?

- Nothing.

I won't let anything happen to.

Listen to me.

No one must ever
find out about this.

From now on, we, we
don't talk about it.

It never happened.

I'll take care of this.

This isn't happening

- This isn't real.

This isn't real. This isn't
real. This isn't real.

- But it was real, wasn't it?

I remember.

You died because, because of me.

I'm sorry, Evie.

I'm so, so sorry.

For everything.

But I'm not coming with you.

- Margot!