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I was born on the Hope Hill Plantation, 1733.

I am 292 years old.

Matthew!

I am set to return to Bristol and I would counsel you

to do the same,

as my wife.

Matthew, you will be escorted to county jail

where you will face the appropriate punishment.

I am no Obeah-man.

Do not affront me!

We're here to talk about Alfred's will

and Oliver's inheritance.

You're not getting it back.

Did you lock it?

No.

It's stuck.

Is that Cudjoe?

I think he wants to hurt me.

Wait!

Ow!

Coach pull up out back.

Good luck in England.

♪ When I look at where I'm coming from ♪

♪ Looking back at where the journey begun ♪

♪ I really haffi say that I'm strong, I'm strong ♪

♪ All praises to the most high one ♪

♪ Can I tell you where I'm coming from ♪

♪ Looking back at where the journey begun ♪

♪ I really haffi say that I'm strong, I'm strong ♪

♪ All praise, yeah ♪

♪ Ay, ay ♪

♪ To the most high, to the most high ♪

♪ To the most high ♪

♪ To the most high, to the most high ♪

♪ To the most high ♪

Oliver? Oliver!

Can you hear me?

Shit.

Okay.

Drink something.

What-- What happened?

I... I don't...

Was I attacked?

He's coming.

What are you doing?

I'm fucking defending myself.

How could he attack you from out there?

He's an Obeah-man.

This is punishment for what my ancestors did to his.

- Get a knife out of the drawer. - No, Oliver.

For fuck's sake. I don't know what's going on here.

But if you're going to kill each other,

it's gone too far. Okay?

Drop the appeal and leave.

That's your solution?

Just let it go.

Oh, God.

Come on!

- Bomboclaat! - Cudjoe?

Come. Come.

Go! Go, go, go!

- Hold that boy. - There's a man in here.

I tell you there's blind man playing.

Move!

Watch out!

Hey. You Okay?

Show me your scalp.

- What? - Show me your scalp!

Hey, me not going to ask you again, you know.

Part your hair!

Okay, okay.

Let me see your hand there. Hand there, your finger there.

- What are you looking for? - A mark, a scar.

Open your mouth.

Oliver had a mark.

There's a scar on his finger.

- He got caught in the door. - Oh.

Is it Obeah?

No.

This is not Obeah.

This is something different.

He's possessed.

Possessed by what?

My sister.

I am looking for my husband.

Charlotte.

Oh.

Absorbed by the darkness, he could not see his own hand

in front of his face.

And as the haze cleared, he noticed a figure

in the candlelight.

And then he heard the voice of the conductor,

once more whispering.

Boo!

Oh, Mrs. Connaught!

Are you feeling better?

I'm sorry?

Weren't you sick?

No?

Rum!

Mrs. Connaught, might I introduce you

to Mr. Waite?

He sits with my husband on the board of

the new British Museum.

Can we have another ghost story, Mr. Connaught?

Mr. Waite.

Oh, no.

What about you?

Did you ever happen upon

one of those old Coromantee witch doctors?

I knew an Obeah-man.

Tell us more.

He poisoned my father's mind.

To what end?

To win his favor.

Perhaps your good father was just fond of the poor chap.

He took the slave for his own kin, sir.

That is more than fondness.

I have seen a tongue cut at the vein,

treated with no more severity than a toothache.

I have seen a woman transform into a swarm of mosquitoes,

attack all those with white skin,

leaving a throng of Negroes unaffected.

Obeah is very real.

We all have reason to fear it.

Mrs. Connaught, I apologize.

I embarrassed you.

I'm eager to hear more

about this Obeah-man.

If you're going to be such a naughty boy,

I shall tell your Papa, and there will be

no supper for you!

Your Latin has improved.

What did you think?

Ovid. Metamorphoses.

It is a fiction.

I am grateful for your tutelage, Mr. Waite, but it has been

four months.

You told me Negroes were not the only purveyors of sorcery.

The purpose of these meetings was the study of ritual magic,

not schoolboy Latin.

Mostly Latin.

German.

A little Greek.

I thought you should be able to understand it

before you read it.

What is it?

A grimoire.

Early European ritual magic.

It is believed to be incredibly potent in my circles.

Though I have not yet met a man able to

harness its power.

Has a woman ever read it?

Will you not even touch me?

Stop.

Stop.

This was a contract.

You well know that. You have your stations.

We both have seen benefits from this union.

What benefit?

I have seen the ledgers.

We are in debt.

You are a drunk and a gambler and...

What do you want, Charlotte?

Affection I do not have to beg for or compete for.

To be paid attention to.

To have someone who...

Who exists for me.

My father never had a kind word for me.

I know what it is to not be wanted.

I cannot make you feel for me what you do not.

I well understand that.

I'm not as stupid as you suppose.

Then why do you insist on hanging off me

like a dog on heat?

Because there is no other way for me to have a child.

You owe me that.

You have taken everything from me.

At least give me that.

♪ What a difference a day made ♪

♪ Twenty-four little hours ♪

♪ Brought the sun and the flowers ♪

Did I do that?

Don't worry about it.

So he's possessed?

- Zombie. - He spoke to me.

We had the same conversation we were having

ten minutes before.

You say he was dashed up against the ceiling

and he attacked you.

And if I had not come, he would have killed you.

I don't know how it works, you know.

But if you say the man changed and he carries that scar...

then it's her.

It's Charlotte.

Angelo had that scar.

We are all at risk as long as she can

tear something from us.

Hair, nails, skin.

She was put away. Contained.

I don't know.

Me and Angelo were the only people

who knew about that trunk.

She was in the trunk? In the bedroom?

- You saw it? - Just when I got there, I...

You opened it? Why?

It was wrapped up tight.

Hidden away.

It was a box.

An empty box.

You let her out.

And she took hold of him and she kill him.

The reason your friend is dead is because he killed himself.

He did not want to be alive.

That is not my fault.

She make him kill himself.

Angelo was a good man.

He cared about people.

What about you? You never came here because

it was the right thing to do.

You... You saw an opportunity.

And you came here to satisfy your own greed.

So, yes.

It is your fault.

Go on! Go on back to him.

And see what happen to you.

Woman! Move!

Get in.

Don't slam the door.

Mr. Connaught.

Come round.

Come through.

Pack your things. I take you to the airport.

What is going to happen to Oliver?

Me is not an Obeah-man, y'know. I do not know.

Look-- mm!

Mm!

Oh, my God.

- Me all right, man. - Are you sure?

Me all right. Go on, go pack.

Would you come up with me?

You can come.

You said Oliver was a zombie.

When I said zombie,

I'm not talking about something in a horror film, y'know.

It's like...

taking away your sense of self.

You think the worst thing is to be owned.

And you outlive everybody you care for.

B. Very good, Abby.

That sends you crazy.

But you outlive crazy.

Sarah!

Matthew!

You outlive sad, stupid,

starving and suicidal.

I don't want life.

I hate it.

But I wrestle with it.

Better to be unhappy and free than an eternal slave.

Lie.

Take time.

Oh, my love.

It's alright. It's alright.

When will his father arrive?

Bring some rum.

I see no reason to be any less than frank with you,

Mr. O'Connell.

My husband is a gambler. I have to pay my creditors.

That is why I've come back. To oversee our expansion and...

Well, to improve both our prospects.

Heretofore I have 'em out six days a week.

Well, there are seven days in a week.

They cannot work without rest.

Aye.

Are you a God-fearing man, Mr. O'Connell?

Well... you and I...

we've seen tricks more powerful than any I heard from a pulpit.

Sarah! Come!

Take off your headdress.

You afraidy fraidy?

Ah. Ah, my darling.

My darling boy.

Ready? You know we have to leave now.

Look. You understand why I'm struggling with this,

don't you?

I'm not lying.

You said you were 300 years old.

- Charlotte cursed me. - Right.

Be quick. I'll wait in the car.

- Hello? - Dad?

What the hell is going on? Your office called me.

They said there'd been a serious incident,

and you'd gone AWOL.

Police!

Listen. I'm coming home, okay?

If you don't hear from me in 24 hours,

- call the embassy in Jamaica. - What?

Open the door. Police.

- Open the door. - Claudia!

Police. Open the door and come out with your hands up. Now!

Okay, I'm coming.

Don't move! Hands on your head.

Turn around. Interlock your fingers.

Room clear!

Ma'am, we have to leave the building.

Wait, why do I have to go now? What's happening?

Don't resist.

Claudia Mackenzie, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of aiding and abetting a criminal

and grievous bodily harm.

- What? - Nice to see you again, too.

Let's go. Let's go!

Claudia! Claudia!

Hey, girl, what you look at?

It burns!

I contacted my solicitor Claudia McKenzie

yesterday evening

with a routine query, but we got cut off.

Shortly after the call, she turned up unannounced

at Hope Hill

and insisted we leave immediately.

Within minutes of her arrival,

there was a power outage and we found the exit sealed.

It was at this point I noticed someone in the annex

who I believe to be Cudjoe East,

the man with whom I'm currently engaged in a legal dispute.

Miss McKenzie suggested he was trying to intimidate us

and advised withdrawing our appeal to placate him.

I disagreed. She seemed stressed and upset with my decision.

At which point her demeanor became threatening.

She hit me with a tin can and I hit my head.

Then Cudjoe East entered the house

and began to beat me with a poker.

I don't remember anything after this.

May I see that?

Were you stressed and upset?

No comment.

Were you acting under duress?

No comment.

We take the abduction and kidnap of foreign nationals

very seriously.

So if there's anything you need to tell me, now's the time.

No comment.

Would you say your interest in Mr. East

is singularly professional?

No comment.

He waited outside your hotel while you packed.

Were you planning on leaving together?

That's a reach, Detective.

Where is he, Claudia?

Control from SWAT.

Attention all units.

Cudjoe East's vehicle has been located.

The suspect should be considered armed

and dangerous.

Handsome! Buy something from me now.

Stop right there! Stop! Stop!

- Stop! - Stop!

In the meat market!

Run, Rasta, run!

Mr. Connaught wants to talk to you.

Absolutely not. No way.

Look, engage with them. Show some willingness

to cooperate.

Why do I have to talk to him?

I think he wants to help you.

The police want to press charges.

Maybe he wants to protect you from that.

That man does not want to protect me.

Miss McKenzie,

I'm sure that whatever you have been through,

it was deeply unpleasant.

However, my focus is to ensure your release.

And I do believe you're going to have to talk to him.

Hi.

I Think Mr. Connaught has shown a lot of class

showing up here today and trying to help you.

- You hit me with a poker. - What?

Why would I do that?

You're my solicitor. We're on the same side.

I just-- I-- I'd never dream of hurting you.

Then how do you explain this?

Well, how do you explain this?

Fuck.

Maybe it is me. Maybe I've got it wrong.

My head's not a hundred percent and, um...

It's been a rough couple of weeks.

My dad, and...

I miss my son.

But if I did anything,

if I said anything to upset you, I'm sorry. Okay?

I just don't remember doing it.

But if that's what you say happened,

then maybe there's some truth to it.

Look, I trust you and I trust your judgment.

But I don't trust him.

I mean, forget this fixation he has

with being, what was he saying, 300 years old?

He just doesn't like me.

And why would he? I'm the only thing

standing between him

and 50 million pounds.

The first time he met me, he tried to kick

the shit out of me.

I mean, that's who we're dealing with.

Matthew, he's just, he's a manipulative,

calculating man,

and he only cares about getting what he wants.

Matthew?

Who's Matthew?

All right, stop! This stops now!

Sorry.

Hello? Hi.

What?

What was that?

I'm not making any progress. You can't find him.

We have his vehicle.

We're waiting for our forensics team

to sweep the interior.

Feeling better then?

Hm.