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[bells ringing]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[otherworldly snarl]

[heavy thud]

[crate breaks open]

[dramatic piano music]

[owl cooing]

[fireplace crackling]

Am I released from my confinement?

The men are quite finished, yes.

Your father wanted me to inform you he has gone to bed.

It seems the academics tired him out.

Too many antiquities.

Far too many. Are you off to bed as well?

Once I've drawn a picture of the observable universe.

It is well past three.

That is when the stars are at their brightest, Mrs. Grant.

Very good, miss. I will leave you to it.

Thank you.

Mrs. Grant?

[tense music plays]

Antiquities can wait until tomorrow, father.

[door creaks open]

[tense music plays]

[labored male breathing]

[match striking]

[struggling behind door]

[tea kettle whistles]

[tea kettle whines]

Anything else we can get for you, Miss Margaret?

It's cold.

We could set a fire in the drawing room if you'd rather wait there.

I hate staring at that door.

Your father is a fighter, miss.

There are beasts in Africa that haven't his constitution.

There was something... unnatural about his face.

Yes.

I wouldn't know how to put it into words.

Gaunt. Gaunt and hollow and...

frozen in an expression that... most men only see glimpses of.

Do you think it could have been a stroke?

They found my mother in a similar state a number of years ago.

He hardly looked human.

I imagine there are different kinds of strokes.

Did...your mother survive the incident?

I expect the worst is already over.

If you would like I could prepare

your father's favorites for luncheon should he--

Miss Trelawny.

How is he?

Stable. For now.

Is that his blood?

-Yes. -Why is it so dark?

Was it a stroke?

-I don't think so. -A heart attack?

In my experience, this is the hardest part of treatment for the family.

You have your concerns but...

Mr. Trelawny is not my first patient, nor my hundredth.

I will require a certain level of faith to proceed.

The sergeant hasn't found anything?

-Not yet, madam. -What is happening to my father?

There is tension in his limbs, not unlike that of rigamortis,

but he is still very much alive.

There is swelling about his eyes,

but not from any sort of trauma.

It's as if he's experiencing a number of different illnesses

or rather parts of those illnesses at the same time.

But you've seen something like this before?

Frankly, madam, I haven't seen anything like this

in my entire medical career.

But the science is the same.

I will identify the symptoms and treat them.

We will know more with the blood work.

And so we wait.

I have only lost twelve patients, miss.

In my entire career as a medical staff,

I remember their names and their faces.

-[doorbell rings] -That will be the door.

Anne.

How long will the bloodwork take?

-[Nurse Kennedy] It is hard to say. -If you had to say?

-A number of days... -If we don't have a number of days, Nurse Kennedy?

Than he will likely die, miss.

Burden of mortality.

[Anne] Yes. This way. They're in here.

Mr. Ross, ma'am.

-Margaret. -Malcolm.

-I'm sorry to have called you. -It's no trouble.

Thank you.

We didn't know who else to involve.

I am a happy solution.

[Margaret] You are.

[Malcolm] I understand Abel has been harmed.

We have him in the next room, there is a sergeant in there with him.

[Malcolm] Was it an attack?

I wouldn't put it so plainly.

[stirring liquids]

How would you put it?

[Nurse Kennedy] He's unconscious.

With any luck, he shouldn't be in too much pain.

[Sergeant Daw] This is an open criminal investigation.

I can't have people walking through here!

Sergeant Daw.

Mr. Ross.

Are you the representative on this case?

No.

I am here for social reasons.

I see.

He hasn't moved?

No. As I understand, he was well until last night?

-That's correct. -I imagine nothing like this has happened before?

-No. -You're the one that discovered him, miss?

Yes.

Take me through the evening.

I heard something coming from my father's room.

He's in the habit of working late, it was in my mind to tell him off.

[Margaret] I... opened the door...but...

there was something wrong.

I could feel something standing in the darkness. Looking back at me.

An intruder.

I'm not sure.

But they were there watching me as you are now,

it must have been only a few feet away.

There was breathing.

-Breathing? -[Margaret] A shallow, hollow breath, very close,

like a wounded thing.

And it was angry.

How could you tell?

The way it was breathing.

I lit the lamp, but the moment I did so the thing was gone.

In the moments it took to light a candle it had vanished.

That's when I saw him. On the floor.

His face twisted and fixed. Staring like a dog.

I've never seen him so afraid.

So terribly afraid.

We tried everything we could to wake him.

One at a time would be preferred, madame.

Mrs. Grant, you said?

Yes, sir. I am the head of staff for this house.

And when were you notified?

Miss Trelawny called for me directly.

[Mrs. Grant] Under her instruction I sent a man out to fetch a doctor

and to inform your station.

And where is that doctor?

I am the only medical attendant here, sir.

-You're a nurse. -I am.

Not a doctor.

That is correct.

They not have any doctors on staff?

I was the only one available, sir.

-How many doctors are at your hospital?

Clearly not enough for your taste.

-And you checked with your superior? -[Nurse Kennedy] Yes, sir.

They sent me out because they believed I could handle the situation.

You should have a doctor on this case.

I assure you, I am a capable professional.

You have a diagnosis, then?

I am in the process of identifying--

No diagnosis.

I am in the process of identifying any foreign compounds in his blood.

[Nurse Kennedy] There are no external clues that would indicate an assault.

The lady said there was an intruder.

I didn't say that.

There aren't any signs of a struggle

there would be marks on his skin.

If he was poisoned in his sleep there wouldn't be any signs of a struggle.

We should be interested in what happened.

[Sergeant Daw] We will discover what happened by who done it.

The blood will contribute to that discussion.

External clues lead to criminal motivation.

[Nurse Kennedy] Internal clues lead to answers.

[Nurse Kennedy] If he was exposed to any foreign compound...

-[Sergeant Daw] And how would that have happened? -[beetle chirping]

[Margaret gasps]

Margaret, are you alright?

Yes.

Has your father traveled in the last few months, miss?

No. Not abroad.

He works at the London University in town.

He makes the trip in twice a week.

Antiquities.

He's a collector?

Yes, and he teaches antiquities.

I see.

Why do you ask?

The behavior he is exhibiting...

I have seen something similar in patients rivaling addiction.

My father is not an addict.

He is experiencing an extreme reaction.

Like an overdose?

Something similar.

What sort of substance could affect a man so quickly?

And why does that substance result in paralysis?

[Sergeant Daw] That is the question.

That is two questions.

Just keeping track.

[Nurse Kennedy] Whatever the substance is, he is bound to it, miss.

He will not want to let it go.

[eerie music]

[frustrated sigh]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne?

Is something wrong, Anne?

No.

Sorry.

There should be more vinegar on the shelf.

Is that arsenic?

The green bottle, that shouldn't be there.

I might have misplaced it.

A single teaspoon is lethal when dissolved in water.

You have a responsibility to this staff.

Yes, Mrs. Grant.

As such, there are no little mistakes, you understand me?

Yes.

The brown bottle is vinegar.

[tense music plays]

[distant footsteps]

Are the stars still there?

I'm sorry to have called you here.

Mrs. Grant has provided a most wonderful room.

You have work.

I've made arrangements.

I have associates.

-You don't have associates. -Well, I...

I have an associate.

-He'll watch the desk. -If it's trouble...

I'm not my work, Margaret.

There are lawyers and there are men who work as lawyers.

That's a respectable way of seeing the world, Mr. Ross.

The income office would disagree.

[laughs]

Do you remember that afternoon by the lake?

Yes.

I made you a promise.

Those weren't just words.

Perhaps we find ourselves at that lake again in the coming weeks?

Admittedly, rowing isn't my strong suit.

It's not, is it?

You didn't have to agree so quickly.

[laughs]

[gentle piano music]

Margaret, I, uh...

This isn't the time, but...

I should say...

That is I would like to say...

[romantic music builds]

[loud echoing thud]

[mysterious whispering]

Drafts?

-Pardon? -Are there drafts in this house?

No.

There still could be a current somewhere in the house.

How have you been feeling tonight, Malcolm?

Cold, but, well. Why?

No. I can't help but feel...

What is it?

Have you ever felt someone watching you

when you're walking down the street alone?

You look up and you see them, across the street,

a beggar man staring at you.

It's just...

When I look for the beggar man in this house...

He's not there. He's watching me, I can feel his eyes,

but he's not there.

You're saying there's a, a presence, here in this house?

Yes. Something deep and angry.

I don't believe in ghosts, Margaret.

I'm quite horrified of the idea.

You don't believe in them or they horrify you?

Both, I suppose.

How contrarian of you.

I assure you, there are no ghosts in this house.

I expect the worst is already over.

[tense music plays]

[pencil scratches]

[nurse sighs]

Mrs. Grant.

I didn't know anyone else was awake.

You wanted to examine Mr. Trelawny's pain medication?

Um...red bottle?

-That's right. -You can place it anywhere.

Is it an addiction?

It's just morphine.

-You may not want-- -I have seen many things in this house, Nurse Kennedy,

none of them have been repeated.

I appreciate your professionalism.

A gossip doesn't make a good house staff.

Mr. Trelawny told me that.

How is he?

Difficult.

That would be his nature.

Well, I will be taking these to the hospital for further examination.

They need further examination?

I am working as quickly as I am able.

He's never met an obstacle he can't overcome.

Yes.

We will see you again soon.

I expect so.

Well.

Anne?

Miss Margaret.

You're up late.

Yes.

I started doing Tuesdays chores this morning by accident.

Because I forgot it was only Monday.

So I got behind.

It has been difficult to keep the days straight.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you looking for something?

-What? -You seem inquisitive.

Oh.

I didn't mean to seem inquisitive.

Sorry.

Should I...

Is there anything I could get you before I turn in for the night?

No. Thank you, Anne.

[clock ticking]

[clock stops]

[floorboards creak]

[horrifying boom]

[horrific strings and drums]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

[footsteps]

[beetle chirp]

[suspense music plays]

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

I am a member of this house.

The house you find yourself in now.

Can you hear me?

[Margaret shrieks]

[horror music plays]

[distant birds chirping]

I thought you were going to sleep?

-Is it morning? -[Malcolm] Only just.

Mrs. Grant may be the only other person awake.

I don't remember falling asleep.

[Malcolm] Like father like daughter.

Working to sleep.

Oh. Yes.

What were you reading?

I don't remember.

Did you sleep at all?

Fine. I'm, I'm fine.

How is my father, have you seen him yet this morning?

I have.

Is he worse?

Not worse.

[muttering] Tiyeho... Tiyehotep...

[ominous music rises]

When did he wake up?

Sometime in the morning.

Tiyehotep? What is he saying?

I'm not familiar with the word.

Nor am I.

[Malcolm] It sounds foreign.

Mrs. Grant.

Did they have something shipped here?

A foreign substance with which they might have experimented?

Nothing that I was made aware of.

I found a shipping confirmation in my father's work.

Something shipped from Cairo to London.

It was signed by Mr. Thomas Pettigrew.

Who?

A friend of my father's.

The only Dutchman he doesn't hate, I've heard him say.

I'm not familiar with this gentleman.

I wouldn't call him a gentleman.

He has a certain reputation among women.

The kind that comes from sleeping with married women.

And he was at your father's gentlemen's club the previous night?

Mr. Trelawny doesn't allow the women of the house to attend,

but I believe Mr. Pettigrew seldom misses it.

Well...

He's a beginning to our hedgemaze at any rate.

If you are available this afternoon,

you're more than welcome to join me at his property.

Of course.

I wasn't aware Mr. Pettigrew had company this afternoon.

No, I'm afraid we had to come unannounced.

I'm sorry for the state of things.

I would have cleaned the floor if I knew someone was coming.

-Not at all. -Is Mr. Pettigrew in?

It is of the utmost importance to speak with him.

I'm afraid he's otherwise engaged at the present time.

Then he must become unengaged.

Mr. Trelawny is not well.

We believe your Mr. Pettigrew can assist us in our endeavour to save him.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, but he's uh, not fit to entertain today.

How so?

He's ill.

In what way?

[Emma] He's been in here since it happened.

[Malcolm] Since what happened?

How long has he been like this?

I don't know.

It happened sometime in the middle of the night.

His eyes, Malcolm.

[Emma] I've never seen anyone like this before.

Not even winter fever.

Has he said anything since he's been like this?

No, sir.

I've tried everything I could to wake him.

[Malcolm] I'm sure.

Is he saying anything now?

-[chaotic music plays] -[unintelligible screaming]

[Malcolm] Hold him down!

[screaming continues]

Hold him down!

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

[tense music plays]

-[tea cup clatters] -[Emma] It's chamomile, miss.

Thank you.

I didn't know he was that way,

or I wouldn't have invited you up.

He was screaming. Over and over.

Nothing I'd ever heard before.

[Emma] I don't speak in tongues.

Sorry?

He was speaking in tongues, miss.

It wasn't English.

It was English.

No, it was foreign. Arabic or something.

[Emma] I couldn't begin to pronounce it.

Did you hear him say something else?

Yes. He said, "find me".

Over and over again. Find me. It was clear English.

[Margaret] You didn't hear that?

[door opens]

[Margaret] Nurse Kennedy?

Hello. I am here to check in on Mr. Pettigrew.

You are seeing him as well?

I have been, yes.

Has there been any change to his condition?

There has.

In what way?

I'll take you to him, ma'am.

[haunting music plays]

Were all the men at the meeting affected in the same way?

I don't know.

[Margaret] What causes a man to be struck down in the middle of the night.

[Mrs. Grant] And their blood to run black.

I didn't know your father was religious.

Only my mother was.

[Margaret] Is something wrong?

[Mrs. Grant] That's Anne's. That's odd, she never takes it off.

It might have slipped off while she was taking care of him.

It was in my father's pocket. Why would it be in his pocket?

[tense music plays]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne.

Miss Margaret would like a word.

Of course.

-At the very moment? -At the very moment would be preferred.

[tense music plays]

[Margaret] Do you know why we have called you in here, Anne?

Did I use the wrong polish on the silverware?

We found your necklace.

Oh.

Thank you. I've been looking for it.

It was in my father's vest.

It was?

His vest pocket.

That's...

I don't know why it would be.

It must have fallen and he found it.

Mrs. Grant said you were wearing it the night of the men's club.

-She was. -And you were not the next morning.

If our timeline is correct,

you may have been the last person to see him before his mind dissolved.

We should like an explanation for that.

I can't.

Please don't throw me out, Miss Margaret. I have nowhere else to go.

Why would your employment with the Trelawnys suddenly be in question?

I only did as he requested of me.

What do you mean?

Mr. Trelawny...

...has other duties for me, on occasion.

And what are these other duties?

I am to do what pleases him.

Or have him...

do to me what pleases himself.

And I am not to tell anyone because it would reflect poorly on him.

My father is a gentleman.

Of course, Miss Margaret, I know.

I'm nothing but grateful for my employment here--

He would never be so unprofessional.

What happened that night, Anne?

Mr. Trelawny came to me after the men's club, and...

made it clear that... he was...

Yes.

But he was not in his normal state as we began.

How so?

He was...

I don't have the right word for it, sir.

Perhaps a collection of imperfect words, then.

It was...

It was... if he was not all together there.

As if he wasn't really seeing me.

Do you have any idea what affected him?

No.

I'm sorry I did not disclose this to you earlier, Miss Margaret.

-I had feared that-- -You may got back to your chores.

Yes, Miss Margaret.

It could have been laudanum.

An injection of some kind.

It would have to have been a highly addictive substance

to have affected them for such a long time.

Yes.

There are so many locked doors in a person.

It would depend upon the person, I imagine.

For all our efforts, this is a step forward.

We know something happened at that meeting.

We find the substance responsible, and we reverse the affect.

Simple as that.

Simple as that.

[pencil scratching on paper]

Nurse?

Sergeant.

I wasn't aware you were working this case as well.

I believe it is the same case, sir.

Do you?

Mr. Pettigrew is suffering an identical paralysis to that of Mr. Trelawny.

A coma.

A trance.

There isn't a better word.

Like a spell?

-I wouldn't say spell. -[Sergeant Daw] What would you say?

A trance.

You have experience with trances?

I have experience with addiction.

My mother was indoctrinated into a ward.

I pay for her treatment, as best I can.

She's an opium user?

I have a dying habit of fighting for lost causes.

Well. I think you've made it clear your methods are of no use to us.

They would only be of no use, if they did not present results.

We agree there.

Yes.

[writing]

Are you saying you have results?

I am investigating my results presently.

You've found something?

-Yes. -Proof of your theory?

That is what results mean, sir.

I'm confirming my investigation as we speak.

[writing continues]

What did you find?

[tense music plays]

What did you find, Nurse?

-They're ancient. -What?

What...? Where you going?

Aye! Where are you going?

Miss Trelawny.

-Miss Trelawny! -[Mrs. Grant] Nurse Kennedy!

-What is the matter? -I haven't been able to get a word out of her.

-Miss Trelawny. -[Margaret] What is it?

I have a diagnosis.

You found something?

I didn't see it at first, as I was not looking at the age of the samples.

What did you find, Nurse?

The anomaly is not just a compound, but also the blood itself.

The blood currently within Mr. Trelawny's and Mr. Pettigrew veins

dates back thousands of years. It's ancient blood.

-What? -I ran my tests a number of times to verify my results.

The samples date back as far as ancient Egypt.

-Egypt? -We don't need imagination, Nurse.

-We need information. -It's not imagination!

This ancient blood has caused their veins to suddenly run black.

We've had enough of this...

Why this blood has persisted thousands of years, and currently resides

within their bloodstream is another question altogether, but...

I would be willing to stake my entire medical--

-Nurse-- -...career on this discovery!

This blood will kill them if it is left to remain, do you understand?

Doctors are never so passionate.

That is my diagnosis.

-Ancient blood? -Yes.

And you have no idea why they got this way?

-Not yet. -I may.

I believe there is a proposition we have yet to consider.

And what is that?

That there was...

or rather, that there is currently something in this house

that affected them.

Can you be more specific?

A presence, sir.

Can you be less colloquial?

A spirit.

Something that does not belong.

You're proposing the supernatural?

Is it too much to believe that a spirit is making itself know to us?

Yes!

That is too much to believe.

The supernatural is not a valid claim of defense.

In the walls, I have heard--

Ghost stories, miss?

I've seen men and women flayed,

dripping in their own blood, their flesh pulled down over their ankles,

inner organs splayed out!

-Sergeant! -And it was not the work of ghosts or spirits.

I wouldn't have brought this up if I didn't believe it had merit.

Based upon what?

Over the last few nights, since my father's attack,

something has been making itself known to me and I to it.

-That's enough, Margaret. -I believe if I am able to communicate

with this spirit then I will be able to--

That's enough, Margaret! We've heard enough!

-Malcolm. -The sergeant

and the good nurse are professionals they must have our trust.

May we have the room.

For what reason?

I would like to speak with Mr. Ross.

I'm not sure that's in our best interest--

The room. Please.

This may not be the best place for you, sir.

I wish to speak with him, is that so difficult a request?

-Sir. -It will be fine.

I'll be just one room over.

They leave when you say so.

-I don't... -[Margaret] Yes?

I, I don't condone fear mongering, Margaret.

-It isn't fear mongering. -You're talking about myths,

stories as if they are proper discourse.

-They're not stories. -We must speak modestly in mixed company.

Speak modestly?

Yes.

When you speak, be it to a man or a woman or a tree, you have their respect.

You need only walk into a room.

When can I speak freely?

Here. With me.

Then I mean to tell you there is something in this house.

You ask too much, Margaret.

Margaret, I care for you, deeply.

Truly, madly, but I need you to be a woman, and not a girl.

Not anymore.

You love in pieces, Malcolm.

Parts, but not the whole.

That's not true.

Generously and romantically, but not completely.

That's a cruel thing to say.

I know.

And quite inaccurate.

[sad orchestral music]

Is someone there?

Are you alright?

Yes, I...

Well, I heard you coming.

It's always a pleasure when our paths cross, Mr. Ross.

-[ice rattles in glass] -Yes.

I trust your office is well.

[Malcolm] It is.

Did you need something?

How well do you know this family, Malcolm?

After a fashion. I...

I have intentions with the lady of the house.

I'm aware.

Mrs. Grant must have said something.

You're not subtle in your intentions, sir.

Well, I'm still in my early stages with the woman,

which is to say that I, uh...

I'm enjoying the courting process.

I meant that as a compliment.

I see you as a man that acts logically and simply.

I believe that is a compliment.

How would you describe Margaret's relationship with her father?

They're not particularly close,

but I believe she cares for him.

I'm sorry, is there a purpose to this conversation or does small talk

with a sergeant always feel like an interrogation?

You, as a lawyer, are familiar with criminal investigations.

You understand an assailant for a violent case is most often someone close

to the victim.

A number of cases on my desk fit the formula you are describing.

The lady of the house.

Her latest theory.

People say desperate things when they feel threatened, cornered.

Well, yes, it's just...

Sh-she's highly imaginative, I will grant you that, but she's quite innocent.

Women are behaving more like men everyday, sir.

Margaret will benefit the most from her father's passing.

Financially speaking.

The argument could be made.

It can. And it is being made.

You know this woman well?

attempting to understand her at best, sir.

But you are aware she's been acting peculiar.

It's been a difficult week for her.

Is it so hard to get a yes or a no out of a lawyer?

She's been acting strange, yes?

-I must say, Sargeant, this line of--

Mr. Ross! She accused an ancient spirit of possessing her father.

She did do that.

A spirit she feels

-in the wall. -[knock, knock]

Yes.

Was that so difficult?

I've seen men carted off to asylums with half the cause.

I've sent a dozen myself.

I persist. She has had a challenging week.

She is acting strange.

She has financial motive and opportunity. Do you agree, sir?

-I would like to counter-- -Would you?

...that all of this remains circumstantial.

And that you do not in your possession

currently hold any proof of financial deviancy--

-I... -...at this time.

You must grant me that, sir.

Proof is required for a conviction.

Yes.

It is.

But I need you to ask yourself one very important question, Mr. Ross.

Do you really know this woman as well as you think you do?

He hasn't moved?

No.

Does he still look like my father?

Your father is sick.

It's scary for all of us,

but he needs rest.

And so do you.

I'm not so sure.

No? Then what do you propose?

I believe he's cursed.

[tense music plays]

Good night, Margaret.

[Malcolm sighs]

[tense music plays]

[ethereal whispers]

[tense music plays]

[suspense music plays]

[whispering grows louder]

[Margaret gasps]

[scared breathing]

[desperate knocking]

[door creaking open]

Margaret.

What's wrong?

What's happened?

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Did you see something?

I followed her up the stairs.

I didn't know what it was.

Margaret.

She wanted me to see it.

What did you see?

[Margaret shrieks]

It's alright. It's alright, it's alright, just breathe. Just breathe.

What did you see, Margaret?

I can show you.

[tense music plays]

He had it shipped here?

I don't know.

She has been making herself known to me.

-She? -She wanted to be found.

To what end?

I don't know.

[Malcolm sighs]

We should have the body examined.

It would be a very good place to start.

How do we identify an ancient mummified corpse?

-[distant bells ringing] -[city noises]

Damn. The lineage runs cold again.

It would be from the Sekhemkhet family

if it were a figure of a falcon.

They wouldn't have introduced the falcon until the next century.

Unless that jar is from the next century.

I don't believe it is.

[door opening]

Mr. Corbeck?

There's a scroll on the shelf behind me.

On the upper left side there's a cartouche,

is the figure that of an owl or a viper?

On the top of the page?

The left margin.

[happy music plays]

It's a falcon.

A falcon?

-Yes. -Quite sure?

-It appears to me. -Yes.

It's the Sekhemkhet family...

[Corbeck] Damn.

You're not my research assistants.

-No. -How did you get into my office?

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

My father is Mr. Abel Trelawny.

I understand you're the doctor on Egyptology here at the university.

Yes.

Then you are the expert on Egyptian culture.

Quite right.

There are no sands like that of the old country.

They drape the land in wonder.

[Margaret] Mm, you've never been to Egypt.

I've done a great deal of research.

We were hoping to bring something to your attention for identification.

Oh?

How confident are you in your transcription abilities?

After the dynastic period or before?

It depends, you know.

We don't know.

It is a full document or just a partial manuscript?

-Not a manuscript. -Not a manuscript.

Florence?

Thank you.

[Corbeck] There's an incision along the right flank.

That would have been expensive.

Certainly from the upper class.

I've never seen stitching like this, the care is reverent.

She was afforded a bracelet.

What's wrong?

The hieroglyphics...

The sun above the figure of Ka, rising in glory.

They wouldn't...

Not unless they believed...

[both] She was born of Ra.

What does it mean?

Ladies and gentlemen, this is not an ordinary specimen.

Why not?

She's royal.

She's a queen?

Further than that, miss. In your home,

you possess what may be the first female pharaoh ever discovered.

You see, the inscription is quite clear.

Queen Tiyehotep, Pharaoh of the Dawn.

Tiyehotep.

"Tiye" meaning "deity of light" and "Hotep", rough translation,

"to be at peace" or, or "to seek peace".

It has always seemed possible within their hierarchy,

but the burial method here is quite clear.

Tiyehotep received a royal burial.

Early sixth century before Christ, would be my guess.

It was popular to mold the wrappings as they are now in the Old Kingdom.

How long has she been here?

Not long. The-- the shipping has it here.

April of last year as the departure.

She arrived just a number of days ago.

Why would someone do that?

Put plainly, certain circles have taken to purchasing

the ancient dead as a means to consume them.

Sir?

They grind them into dust, mix them with a liquid and ingest them.

As a means to gain their eternal life.

Consuming her would do what to them exactly?

If you believe the ancients, to defile a daughter of Ra,

the results would be as horrific as I can imagine.

Your father is a good man.

I felt as though I should say that.

I have worked houses all my life, miss.

I've seen fathers beat their children,

burn wrists, cruelty you can't imagine.

Your father has always been kind to you.

He provides you with so many opportunities.

Is that the standard by which we are to judge them?

At least he doesn't beat children.

It's not fair to judge someone by their worst moments.

It's not in men's nature to be bridled.

What is in men's nature?

[sharp breathing]

[tense music plays]

[water dripping into basin]

[quiet humming]

[water dripping]

[Emma gasps]

Mr. Pettigrew?

Are you alright?

[suspense music plays]

Mr. Pettigrew?

[horror violins rise]

[music stops abruptly]

Tiyehotep.

Asalam alaikum.

You are a queen. A pharaoh of Egypt.

And you are not.

My Egyptian is elementary.

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

Yes?

Your body was taken here, to this house.

To rot.

There isn't a fate more foul than waiting.

If we returned your body to Egypt...

would your spirit be able to finish its journey?

I am not meant to stand in the fields.

After they have defiled and debased ripped open my form.

I have become an exhibition.

I'm sorry for what they have done to you.

There is a field

where the sun gives its grace eternal upon the waters of Iteru.

And the breeze folds through Reeds.

There a pharaoh shall become one with Osiris.

You will see it.

[gentle music rises]

I am no longer whole.

My body desecrated.

My flesh devoured by their appetite.

They do not decide if you are whole or not.

You will see your Field of Reeds, Tiyehotep.

[gentle music plays]

[distant birds singing]

[sudden crash]

[tense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret?

Was it my father?

[suspense music plays]

Malcolm.

[door squeaks closed]

[scratching grows louder]

[Margaret] Mr. Pettigrew?

What are you doing?

Why are you here, Mr. Pettigrew?

Mr. Pettigrew...

[Pettigrew screams aggressively]

[Pettigrew growls, struggling]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Uh...

[suspenseful violin music grows]

[struggling]

You're not going anywhere, Mr. Pettigrew.

We have you quite secure.

You understand me?

Can you hear me, Mr. Pettigrew?

She doesn't need to be here.

-The woman. -I'm not leaving, sir.

-Send her out. -I'm not leaving!

You broke into this estate, Mr. Pettigrew.

Why did you break in?

It made us see.

It opened our eyes.

-What opened your eyes? -I need to taste it again...

It opened whose eyes?

The men in your club?

[laughing] It's not a club.

No?

-No. -[Margaret] What is it?

It's a brotherhood.

Who is part of your brotherhood?

It could be anyone.

We wear masks for our own discretion.

I don't know who my brothers are.

Maybe it's him.

What did you want with her?

Why aren't you getting it for me?

You're not listening to me!

No, you're not listening to me!

Mr. Pettigrew!

Let's stay calm.

You're treating me like a beast.

Give her to me.

-We won't be doing that. -You would treat a gentleman like this?

-She belongs to us! -Mr. Pettigrew.

-Give it to me! -You can't have her!

That's what buying means. It's a transaction.

-You would have a woman behave like this? -Like what?

Give me my property!

Give me flesh! And bone!

She's mine!

She's mine!

I expect it won't hold him for long.

-No. Likely not. -No.

Consuming the corpse did this to him?

-It did something. -[Abel] Margaret.

Father.

Did I give you a start?

Pardon?

Well, you're breathing quite quickly.

I'm fine. How are you?

Is there something wrong with this door?

[Pettigrew] You can't treat a gentleman like this!

Mr. Pettigrew broke into your house, sir.

We have him trapped behind this door.

I'll leave you to tend to that. I have work to do.

And what sort of work is that?

Well. I told Mr. Pettigrew I would have some antiquities his way this afternoon.

It would be better if you rested, father.

I have been resting.

I need to see to my work.

-[Malcolm] Abel. -What are you doing?

We can't let you back to her.

What do you mean? I need to see to my work!

[struggling]

[Abel] She belongs to me!

[door slams shut]

Mrs. Grant!

[Abel] Margaret open this door!

Mrs. Grant!

What's wrong with Mr. Trelawny?

This door does not open for any reason,

no matter what he says to you. Do you understand me?

Yes, miss. What's going on?

Do not let him out of this room!

[pounding on door]

She's not safe.

[Abel] Irene, open this door.

I can't, sir.

[heavy breathing]

[loud crash]

[suspense music plays]

[Abel] Have you forgotten everything I've done for you?

I can't let you out, sir.

[Abel] There is no one in this earth that sees me as you do.

Please.

Open this door.

[suspense music plays]

-[men grappling] -[Abel] Irene.

Mrs. Grant?

This is his house.

[gut punch]

[gut punch]

[heavy breathing]

We must allow him the chance to prove himself.

Open this door!

[Abel] Open it!

[door rattles]

[Anne gasps]

[Pettigrew] She's mine! She's mine!

[suspense music plays]

[powerful strike]

[hammer strikes nail]

Margaret. There are more of them.

[suspense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret...

Margaret.

[eerie music]

Father...

Don't do this.

[loud cloth rip]

Let her go!

The Ancients believed in a life-force that they called Ka.

An energy connecting the living and the dead.

They believed with enough Ka life and death were simply veils.

Nothing really dies.

A mummified body is their home of the Ka.

A temple for the spirit.

[Abel] That is what makes a mummy such a gift.

For to taste the flesh of a queen is to become divine.

She has made herself known to me.

We must send her body back to Egypt.

I won't be sending her back.

She belongs to me.

[suspense music plays]

[ghostly whispers]

[whispers grow louder]

Margaret?

She belongs to all of us.

Get back.

-[scared breathing] -Get back!

-[violent stab] -Father!

[Abel grunts]

[fresh blood gushes]

[cultist] Give her to me!

[men screaming]

[Abel grunts]

-[groans] -[blood sprays]

[manic breathing]

[tragic music plays]

[desperate sigh]

[water sloshing]

[scrubbing]

[sad music plays]

You kept them behind the door as long as you could.

They still got out.

[water dripping]

I started working at this estate when I was about your age.

I wish I had been strong enough to stop Mr. Trelawny then.

I should have protected you.

It isn't your fault, Mrs. Grant.

It isn't yours either.

[gentle music rises]

[water sloshing]

[gentle melody continues]

[gentle piano]

[birds chirping]

[piano music fades]

Well, take me through the evening.

I heard the break in late last night.

Around what time was this?

Past one.

I made my way downstairs to see what was making the commotion.

Anything in particular they were after?

I suspect they were after my effects.

I collect antiquities.

Your father testified it was a break-in last night.

-Yes. -Malcolm was with me in the house.

He has been watching over me as I recover.

-I'm aware. -He helped me defend the house.

They made their way into the house but he was able to fend them off.

You were in your room?

I fear that if he wasn't here to intervene...

I don't believe that I would have survived the night.

[Sergeant Daw] Miss?

I wasn't in my room.

-No? -He killed them.

In self-defense?

Not in self-defense.

They weren't thieves, sir.

-You're sure? -Very much.

Very sure?

Mr. Trelawny staged the room to make it seem like a break in.

-He did it himself? -[Anne] Yes, sir.

I'm just glad that the women are alright.

I can't imagine what they would have done to them.

[Margaret] They came for the corpse.

My father purchased it.

He purchased a corpse?

Mr. Trelawny drove them to it, sir.

Margaret is telling the truth.

[playful music plays]

Nurse?

Sergeant?

They wanted to consume the corpse as a means to gain eternal life.

That doesn't seem right.

I have proof of the compound in their blood.

They were attempting to consume the ancient body.

The corpse is still in the house to verify our testimony.

I will be putting in a good word with your supervisor.

You can expect that.

Men of stature must stick together.

[distant arguing]

Margaret.

I am so very sorry I didn't believe you.

It's alright.

And I know those are just words, but...

I will make amends.

We should make contact with Mr. Corbeck.

[Abel] She made me do it!

It is all her fault.

The corpse made you do it, sir?

You're not listening to me.

-I'm afraid I am. -[Abel] It was self-defense.

I am afforded the ability to make my claim.

[Sergeant Daw] We're going to need to take this from the start, sir.

[Abel] Margaret!

Tell him what happened.

The supernatural is not a valid claim of defense, Father.

[playful music plays]

[music ends]

Anne.

Miss Margaret.

We are almost done with the floors.

Mrs. Grant and I.

Yes.

I wanted to speak with you.

If Mr. Trelawny is...

If there's no longer a place for me here...

The household is under my jurisdiction.

You have a place here as long as you would like it.

Thank you, ma'am.

Anne, I'm sorry.

For what he did to you.

For the pain he caused you.

I didn't see it.

And I'm sorry I was so quick to take his side.

But...

I'm here for you now.

[hopeful music rises]

I'm here.

[music swells]

I have made arrangements for her to be sent back to the antiquities office in Cairo.

Where she may rest.

They will house the body with the original artifacts discovered in her tomb.

As I understand she was buried with a most beloved cat.

She will take it with her to the afterlife?

If you believe in that sort of thing.

You don't, Mr. Corbeck?

If at the end of my life I find myself being judged

by forty-two divine entities for my every action,

I would like to think that I pass the test.

I hope so too, Mr. Corbeck.

She's ready.

As I understand.

Her journey will be long.

But not solitary.

Thank God for that.

[hopeful music swells]

Rest well.

Daughter of Ra.

[beetle chirps]

[Egyptian music]