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(cutlery clinking)

(door bells chime)

(crows caw)

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(door clatters)

(subdued music) (door creaks)

- Madam will be with you shortly.

- [Michael] Okay. Thanks very much.

Hmm. (both chuckle)

- This place is in serious need of an upgrade.

- Yeah. I'll say.

- Who did you say lives here?

- Uh, I think it was like a distant aunt,

or, or cousin or something.

And, and I think I met her at Mom's funeral

- Persephone Boxworth.

(worrisome music)

And I do not believe we have met.

- Yeah. No, sorry.

Uh, hi, I'm Mike.

- Pleasure. And you?

- Jessica, his wife.

- The invitation specifically read "family."

- I am family.

- Hmm. Well, the other should be arriving shortly.

Follow me. (subdued music)

(crows caw)

I trust all of your needs will be met.

Make yourselves at home.

There are walking gardens and a pool.

And the stables are open as well,

if you're so inclined. - Oh, nice.

It's too bad we don't ride.

- Dinner is at 6:00 p.m. sharp.

- Thank you very much. The house looks great.

- Yes. Thank you.

- Should you require anything else,

George will attend to you.

- Oh, George is...?

- The gentleman who greeted you.

- Right. Okay.

Alright. Hey, nice to meet you and George.

- Like, what the hell was that?

- I don't know.

- I hope she's a very distant relative.

- Oh my gosh, be quiet. She'll hear you.

- "Oh sure. Make yourself at home, Michael."

(both chuckles)

I don't think anyone has been at home here

in quite some time.

- Yeah.

- What are we even doing here?

- You read the invite. Family reunion.

- Well, you were right. It's going to be very interesting.

- [Michael] Mm-hmm.

- Mm.

- [Michael] Yes, it is.

- Hmm. Oh.

- Fresh sheets, towels, basic necessities.

There's a call button on the wall if you require anything.

- Okay, fine. Thanks. (chuckles)

Is anyone else here?

- They are dripping in. They may be wandering the grounds.

Dinner is at 6:00 p.m. sharp

- Dinner, great. I am starving.

- I'm sure.

- Uh, what is the, uh, the dinner attire?

- What you're wearing is appropriate.

- Oh, I could possibly wear this.

- Is there a, uh, a desk I could use?

- Hmm. There is one in this study, sir.

- Okay. Okay then.

I'm gonna get showered and changed

and knock out a quick brief before dinner.

- Very well.

- Thank you.

(ominous music)

Hello?

(gentle warm music)

- Four, five, six, seven. - Hmm.

- What is this for?

- That's for escargot. - Snails? Ugh.

(Michael chuckles) - Oh, hey.

I was beginning to think I was alone in this joint.

- Hey, Tom.

- It's good to see you again.

- Some place, huh?

- So you've never been here before either?

- Mm. Not that I can recall.

I mean, it seems familiar,

but I can't imagine I'd forget a place like this.

It's a weird vibe. It's a...

Who lives here?

- You didn't meet Persephone?

- (coughs) Who?

No, just the stuffed shirt that showed me to my room.

He was... - Ah.

That would be George.

Persephone is the lady of the manor.

And you're in for a treat.

- Tom, where'd you get that?

- Oh, bar in the piano room.

- Okay. Nice.

Babe, do you want anything?

- Oh, I'm good, thank you. - Okay.

Ah, Jackson.

Just wondering if I'd see you here.

- You know I couldn't miss a party.

- [Michael] Is your mom with you?

- Yeah, she's upstairs. - Nice.

I'm gonna grab a drink. You want one?

- Sure. I'll take a cola if they have one.

- [Michael] You got it.

- Jackson. Still a light weight, I see.

It's been what, a decade?

(Jackson and Jessica laugh politely)

- Decade?

I just saw you about six months ago

at the investor's banquet.

- Shit. That's right. (chuckles)

- Jackson, no arm accessory?

- Just mother.

And besides, the invite kind of implied

that there were no plus ones.

But you are looking gorgeous as ever.

- Thank you.

- Okay. Jackson, stop hitting on my wife.

(Jessica laughs) - (laughs) You're a lucky man.

- Yeah. Don't I know it.

- Hey, Jackson, do you know anything about Persephone?

- No. Nothing.

Mother and I are trying to figure out who she is.

- Huh. - Hmm.

Looks like we have, uh, quite a reunion planned.

Who else is coming?

- No fucking clue.

(lofty music)

(cutlery clinking)

(vocalist singing in foreign language)

(lofty music continues)

- Something unsatisfactory?

- No. No.

I'm not hungry.

- You should really try the duck, Tom. It's delicious.

- I think it tastes a bit fowl myself.

(all groan and chuckle)

- Always the funny man.

- [Michael] You Gotta update your shtick, Jackson.

- So, Michael, I, uh, I haven't seen you since your wedding.

- Yeah, I know. Sorry, Uncle Dan.

It's hard to keep up when you move away.

- Weddings and funerals

seem to be the only reason we come together anymore.

Francine's Memorial...

Goodness. Are you okay?

- Yes. It is fine.

- Did you know Aunt Frankie?

(tense music)

- You weren't at the funeral.

- I was unavailable and I do not know her well.

- Persephone, it's unique.

Do you go by a nickname?

- People closest to me call me Percy.

You may call me Persephone.

- Perhaps you can help us solve

the mystery of our relations.

- Yeah, we're dying to know how the dots are connected.

- Yeah.

- I don't recall ever hearing your name

at family gatherings.

It's odd.

- Not as odd as other things, I suspect.

Perhaps I'm not as gossip worthy as others.

- What the fuck are we doing here?

- [Jackson] Oh, Jesus, Tom.

- Thomas, I see you inherited

your grandfather's command of the spoken word.

- Well, Tom, and how would you know?

- Oh, Warner's name came up at a lot of family gatherings.

- The invitation, it said something about an endowment.

- I suppose it is time

to discuss the purpose of this assembly

and my place in the family.

(serious music)

As I'm sure your allowance has informed,

the Boxworth estate is quite substantial.

What you do not know

is that I am the executor of the estate.

- Wait. (Tom laughs)

Wait. You're the executor?

I thought our funds were tied up

in a corporate family trust.

- Yes. Me, Daniel.

I am the corporate trust.

- Holy shit. You're a billionaire.

- How come we've never heard of you before?

- And more importantly, as the family attorney,

how do I not know

what the inner workings of this estate are?

- Perhaps your other businesses blinded you.

- I agree. How did you come to control our family fortune?

- [Persephone] The how is not important at the moment.

- Lady, just cut to the chase.

(air whooshing) (door bells chime)

- Expecting someone else? (subdued music)

- Amazon?

- Oh! (chuckles) - Hey, Emma.

- Cuz! - Punctual as ever.

- Sorry, I'm late. I...

There was traffic. It was a whole thing.

I had to charge my car.

(tense music)

- Something wrong?

- Of course not An unexpected guest is always welcome.

- Unexpected? I, I, I was invited.

- Oh, come join us, dear.

Persephone was just explaining

the purpose of this gathering.

- Thanks, Aunt Belle.

You know, this place is very interesting.

I was literally driving around for hours

and then, boop, there it was.

- How could you miss it?

- Hmm.

Jackson. - Hey.

- Tom.

Daniel. - Emma.

- Jess, so good to see you.

- [Jessica] Mm.

- Persephone, Right? - Mm.

- What a what a different name. Hmm?

- So I've been told.

- Hmm.

Okay. Why is everyone so serious?

What'd I miss?

- Well, Persephone just told us that she's the executor

of the entire family estate.

- What?

Grandma never said anything about an executor.

- Right?

- I'm sure there are many things Cornelia never mentioned.

- [Dan] Oh, you knew Aunt Nelia?

- As I was saying, it is time to choose a new executor.

- One of us?

- Yes, Michael.

- Why?

- [Persephone] Because I'm dying soon

and I do not have heirs of my own.

- There must be dozens in the family line. Why one of us?

- Well, of course it should be one of us. Don't be dense.

- How are you planning to pick?

- I am not. You will decide amongst yourselves.

- Oh, (laughs) it should clearly be me. I'm the eldest here.

- Uh, no offense, dear sister.

But the obvious choice is made given my legal acumen.

- Yes.

Daniel, your reputation for jurisprudence precedes you.

(Daniel chuckles)

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- It means that neither age nor a slick tongue

will be the criteria.

This will go to the person who earns it.

- [Tom] How so?

- Well, Boxworth convention

has many ways to choose a successor.

Family duel.

- Ooh, like, uh, sword fighting? Cool.

- Sword fighting? Like to the death?

- Oh, don't be ridiculous, Michael.

No one fights to the death anymore.

- Good for you, Mike.

'Cause you're definitely more of a lover.

- I can fight. - Oh, sure honey.

That's why I handle all the house critters.

- Oh, Mikey. You're still scared of those little spiders?

- No, I just don't like to kill them.

That's Jessica's job. (Jessica and Jackson laugh)

- As I was saying, family duel, disputation, coercion,

or any combination have all been used to choose a successor.

- Why would anybody need to be coerced?

It would be an honor to, to control the estate.

- The executorship comes at a great cost

and personal sacrifice.

Not everyone is willing.

This is not for the delicate.

It should go to the person who deserves it the most

but that's not always the way it goes.

I'll be very interested to see how you all choose.

- So is it dangerous?

- As most worthy things are.

- What if none of us want to be the executor?

- Well then, Thomas, you leave as you came

and your portion of the family allotment

will be reallocated.

- Now wait a minute. You can't cut any of us out.

- Indeed I can, Daniel.

- I mean, I'm fine with that.

I've always said we live way too extravagantly.

- Yes. We can tell by your shoes how much you hate money.

- So our choice is to stay and fight

or go and live like indigents,

or, even worse, middle class. (chuckles)

I'm entirely too old for that.

My children, (laughs) I can't even fathom such an existence.

- You got that right, Mother.

- Okay. This is bullshit.

Uncle Dan, you're the lawyer. Do something.

- It's out of his control, Thomas.

- [Tom] And if we're selected, we become a billionaire?

- Several times over.

- Ooh. If we win, do we have to live in this place?

- It is expected.

You take issue with this place?

- It's just a waste.

Like, have you ever considered

how many people you could house here,

if, I don't know, you turned this into,

like, an apartment complex or something?

- Emma spends all of her free time working in soup kitchens.

- Mm. I do what I can, Tom.

- This house has been in our family for hundreds of years.

It has provided quite handsomely for everyone at this table.

Perhaps a little reverence is in order.

- How come we've never been here if it's so important?

- One of life's mysteries.

- What will happen to those not selected?

- Your trusts remain intact

and your offspring will be taken care of for generations.

- Well, I don't care about being the executor, so...

- Okay, then you can leave then.

- Well, I'm here already. Might as well hear you out.

- Suit yourself.

The first step is to choose to participate

and this decision begins with dessert.

Before anyone indulges, if you choose to eat this,

you are bound to stay at the mansion

until a new executor is chosen.

- Bound?

What if I have someplace I have to be tonight?

- Oh, like a midnight beer run?

- I'm just saying I don't like the idea of being trapped.

- Oh, for god's sakes, Tom.

You'll be stuck in this giant house for like...?

- 24 hours, give or take.

- A day. It's not like it's prison.

- Nobody is forcing you to participate.

Can you afford to abandon your trust, Thomas?

- Yeah.

- Well then, your choice will be sealed

by eating this pastry.

One of these is injected with poison.

(Jessica gasps softly)

You must eat to continue or you can leave the table now.

- Is this gluten free?

- Define poison.

- Emotional and physical pain is guaranteed.

In rare instances, it can be grave.

- Okay, so Russian roulette with cream puffs. Count me in.

- Jackson.

- Only Boxworth blood can be executor.

- (sputters) Ugh.

I'm adopted.

- My son has a right to be the executor

as much as anyone else here.

- The terms of the estate clearly state

that it must be a blood relative to take the executorship.

- It's okay, Mother.

I wouldn't wanna be responsible for all this anyway.

- [Jessica] Well, that puts me out of the running.

- You should definitely leave.

- Oh, I'm not going anywhere without Mike.

- Suit yourself.

- Come on, Mommy. Make us billionaires.

(Annabelle and Jackson chuckle)

- Love you. - I love you too, sweetheart.

- Okay. Gluten and poison. (laughs)

I'm gonna have to say hard pass. But y'all enjoy though.

- I don't think I can do this.

Come on, Jess.

- I think you should do it.

We can't afford to lose your trust.

- What are you talking about? I can get a job.

- I love you, babe. But come on.

What are you gonna do that makes this kind of money?

We need to focus on the future.

- Mike, you don't have to do it if you don't want, okay?

You and I can go pop some amaranth

and watch these capitalists duke it out.

- This is between me and my husband.

- You know what- - Emma.

It's okay. Just...

You know what? It's fine.

I'll stay.

- Your choice, Cuz. Hope it was worth it.

- He'll be fine, Emma.

- Hey, if you win, maybe you can grab on a few bucks.

- George, see that Emma's settled.

(darkly playful music)

(fork thuds)

- How long is it supposed to take?

- Look how lucky you are already.

- What now?

- There's a bathroom down the hall

and an intercom across the way should you require anything.

- Well, I didn't really have dinner,

so do I just go down to the kitchen or...?

- I would be obliged to grab you a plate.

- Oh, I don't wanna put you out.

- Miss, it is my job.

- Well, okay. (chuckles)

Do you have anything vegan, like almonds or veggies or fruit

or, ooh, chai tea or green tea if you have it?

- Very well, I'll return shortly.

- Well, okay.

Oh, um, I'm gonna run out to grab something really quick

so you can just throw it on the bed.

- As you wish. - Okay.

(door thuds)

- I cannot believe that you did that.

I mean, what if I'd been killed? What if I get killed?

- Don't be so dramatic. No one's gonna die. Mike.

- You don't know that.

Were you even listening to her?

- I heard her say she was testing you.

Congrats. You passed.

- I don't know. I still think we should leave.

- Leave? Babe, it's billions of dollars.

- Is that really all that you care about?

- Of course not.

- Yeah. Right.

- Come on, Mike. Mike!

(subdued music)

- What is she doing here, George?

- One of the others must have invited her.

(Persephone scoffs)

- Well, it's of no matter. She's not participating.

Still, I would prefer she leave.

- We could encourage her departure tomorrow.

- This is what the generations have borne.

Selfish, greedy fools.

None of them deserve the fruits of our sacrifice.

- Let me see your hand.

- You know it's fine.

- Let me see.

Mm.

(lips smack)

You are just upset.

- She's not supposed to be here.

- Focus on the task at hand.

- You're right. You're right.

Jackson, he's an interesting one.

Feckless, but he would keep you entertained.

- Hmm.

Do not even wish such a thing on me.

- Well, he's not blood, so you are safe.

(George sighs)

(insects chirring)

(owl hoots)

(Emma laughs)

- Trouble in paradise?

- Just wanted some fresh air.

Can't believe I let Jess make me stay.

- I can.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one married to her.

And I, I, I distinctly remember saying, "Do not marry her."

- Yeah. That was seven years ago.

Why don't you just try to, you know, accept her?

- She literally made you eat a potentially poisonous pastry.

That's a real 49er you got there.

- Don't, don't call her that.

- Sorry.

When are you gonna finally stand up to her.

- I don't know. What can I say?

I am in love, you know? (Emma retches)

- Wanna go for a walk?

- Yeah.

- Hmm. Come on.

(floors creak and thud softly)

(ominous music)

(hair-raising music)

(Jessica yelps)

- Ass hole! (Jackson laughing)

You scared the crap outta me.

- Sorry. - No, you're not.

- Well, what are you doing roaming the halls?

- Well, I was looking for Mike, we, we had a fight.

- Yeah, I heard. Thin walls.

It's a good thing that I'm here to console you, so...

- Knock it off.

I told you it's over.

- Well, yeah, but, you're having a panic attack, so...

- I said no.

I, I gotta go before Mike gets back.

Can you check the hall and make sure it's empty?

- It's all clear.

(hand slaps) (Jackson grunts)

Hm. (chuckles)

You'll be back.

- That bitch knows something.

- You're being paranoid, Tom. Nobody knows anything.

- Huh? Yeah, you better hope not.

I mean, it's not just my ass that's on the line

if the others find out.

- You threatening me?

- No, no, I'm just saying. You know what, what's at stake.

Oh! - You don't think

that I know what's at stake.

- Get the fuck off me.

- One of us needs to get selected.

- Oh, one of us, hmm?

Sure.

Let's give the family dynasty

to the guy that'll put it all on black.

- Fuck you. Like you're some kind of saint.

- No.

No, what I am is the guy that's gonna take care of her

and everything else.

So don't worry.

No.

Just stay calm.

Keep your mouth shut. Don't do anything stupid.

And remember who you're dealing with.

- Sure, Uncle Dan.

(distressing music)

(door thuds)

- Where have you been?

- With Emma. Went for a walk.

- Figures.

Sure she had all kinds of wonderful things to say.

- Come on, don't start.

- Well, do you feel better?

- Yeah.

Yeah. A bit.

Still don't like the vibes here.

- Billionaires are always a bit weird.

I think you're running from your legacy.

You deserve the keys to the kingdom

just like anyone else in your family.

- Yeah. I guess.

Look, what if I have to do something awful?

- Short of murder, you should do whatever it takes.

- And this is really what you want?

- It's not about what I want.

It's about what you're entitled to.

It'll be fine.

This lady's just playing mind games, weeding out the weak.

Are you weak?

Of course you're not.

Besides, she said we're stuck here until the end.

- Yeah. I wonder how she would keep us from leaving.

(clock ticking)

(clock chiming)

(chimes thudding)

(light whooshing)

(insects chirring) (door clicks)

(door thuds)

- (grunts) Shit. (subdued music)

(blinds whir and clatter)

(window rattles) (Tom grunting)

Fucking house!

(footsteps thud)

(door knob rattles)

(thud)

(ominous ethereal music)

(water drips)

(wind howls)

- Oh!

(mice chittering)

(dramatic music) Oh, geez!

(ominous ethereal music continues)

Hello?

Hello?

(small paws skitter)

(ominous ethereal music continues)

Oh, that's good.

Oh.

That's Father and Cornelia and...

Oh yeah. (chuckles)

- Hello, Daniel.

You really should not be in here.

- Hello, Aunt Percy.

Of course I know who you are.

My father told me all about you before he died.

- [Persephone] That's not possible.

- Well, I guess it is because I know who you are.

- Then why are you here?

- Well, Dad rambled on and on about you,

the kind of woman you were,

uh, how you became the executor.

And then he told me what you'd attempt

to do to the family if you got a chance.

I mean, he said some crazy shit. (laughs)

To be honest with you,

I thought, I thought he was delirious.

I even drove out to this area once.

Nothing but fields.

So I thought it was nonsense.

How come I couldn't see this house?

I guess he missed some details.

Anyway, I got the invitation

and I had to come and, um, stop you.

Of course I, I knew I would need some evidence

to warn the others.

And now that I have this,

I can tell the family what's really going on.

And we can end this right now.

We'll go on with life,

and you, you'll get what you deserve.

- And what makes you think I'll allow that?

- Well, obviously my leverage is limited.

Your house, your rules.

I know you need us. - Mm-hmm?

- I know we can't run yet. We can't hurt you physically.

And I know you don't care

about anything outside of this house.

So imagine my delight

when little Emma walked through the door.

She told me she wasn't coming.

(brooding music)

- God, you know?

The men in this family

have a terrible habit of threatening me.

- Yeah? Hmm.

Well, lucky for you,

you won't have to see any of us again after this weekend.

- Oh, you're right about that.

(Daniel grunts) (dramatic music)

You're wrong about what I need.

- Oh? I don't understand.

- I know. Your father was obtuse too.

(Daniel grunts) (bones crack)

(Daniel gurgles and pants)

The apple really doesn't fall far.

Warner was an arrogant bastard too.

The sacrifices we make for family.

(sighs) Your turn, Cornelia.

How did Warner remember?

- His feverish state must have triggered it.

- Interesting.

(airy piano music)

(birds chirping)

(airy piano music continues)

(airy piano music continues)

- You're very good.

- I've had years of practice.

Do you play?

- Oh, some. Not like you though.

(dour piano music)

Ah! (chuckles)

- It's not bad. You just need more practice.

(airy piano music)

- I'm sorry that you're dying.

- Oh. Such is life.

- My mother died young too.

- I'm aware.

I am sorry for your loss.

- It's okay. It happened a long time ago.

I was three years old and then my grandmother took me in.

She raised me.

Did you know her?

- Barely.

- Yeah. My dad wasn't around much

so Grandma Cornelia took me in.

And Emma and I, we practically grew up together.

I mean, she had her mom,

but they spent a lot of time at my grandma's.

Anyway, she, she raised me till the day that she died.

I think you would've liked my grandmother.

(piano plunks)

- I believe breakfast shall be ready soon.

- Right.

Yeah. Uh, I'll just go get Jessica then.

It's nice talking to you.

Thanks for the music.

- I will see you at breakfast.

- Yeah, yeah.

Right. Bye.

(gentle music)

- The time has come for one of you to replace me.

- And if we refuse?

- You will dishonor yourself and the family.

If that is not strong enough motivation,

I'll lock you all away until your death.

- I choose Persephone then.

- (scoffs) F- Father, no.

- She has already dishonored the family

with her wicked ways.

She deserves to be punished.

- I choose Warner as the male successor.

He clearly has no honor, let him demonstrate his nobility.

- Hold your tongue, fornicator.

One would think this better

than the future you made for yourself.

- Warner, mind your judgment.

So we are choosing the diplomatic method.

Cornelia, that makes you the tiebreaker.

- Impossible, father.

- No?

Then I choose you.

- Wait!

- Come, Cornelia. Is it truly so difficult?

Her inhospitable womb produces nothing but monsters.

Surely no man will ever court her now.

There's nothing beyond this house for Persephone.

She's the perfect choice.

- Cornelia, don't listen to him.

I practically raised you.

Tell father you know it should be Warner.

- Cornelia and I are still young with years ahead of us

whilst you are practically dead already.

- I'm sorry.

- It was the strangest thing.

I mean, one second, we're just talking like normal,

and the next thing I know,

she just doesn't even acknowledge what I say.

- She's a weirdo. I don't even know why you're bothering.

Just win the contest,

she'll croak, and then we'll get on with life.

- You shouldn't be so callous.

Is it so wrong that I want to get to know her?

I mean, she reminds me of my grandma.

Maybe I'll talk to Emma about it. She would get it.

- Sweetie, it's not wrong.

But she's not your grandmother.

She's nothing to you.

Besides, we have bigger things to worry about.

I didn't wanna say anything in front of everyone,

but we need to be focused on our future.

It's not just us anymore.

- You're pregnant?

Apologies. The door was open.

- Oh, uh, yeah, I guess so.

- Congratulations.

Make sure you eat enough at breakfast

now that you're eating for two.

It is ready.

- We're pregnant? - We're pregnant.

- Oh my God. (Jessica giggles)

(lips smack) (gentle music)

(cutlery scraping)

- Ooh buddy. Rough night?

- I've had worse.

(Michael laughs)

- Good morning. - Oh, good morning sweetheart.

- Good morning, everyone. - Morning.

- Hey, did anyone see that bright light outside last night?

- Yeah, I saw that. It was weird.

Maybe it was like a police helicopter or something.

- Way out here?

What could the police be looking for

in the middle of a field?

- You know, they've got all the windows and doors locked.

The window glass, it's unbreakable.

I tried to throw a rolling pin through it.

- Unbreakable? Well that doesn't sound right.

Maybe you just didn't hit it hard enough.

- Nope. Opens just fine.

- Man, it's beautiful out.

- Will it?

Yeah. I did have a lot to drink.

- Most people lock their doors at night, dear.

- [Michael] Why are you trying to get out

in the middle of the night anyway?

- I had someplace to be.

I told you, I don't like being trapped.

- Where's Dan?

- [Michael] I guess he hasn't come down yet.

- I believe he went for a walk.

- My brother? (laughs) He's not the walkable type.

- Well, perhaps he needed some air.

Seems to be a family trait.

(Jessica giggling)

- Will you two keep it down?

- Oh, sorry, Thomas.

- [Tom] Why are you two so giddy anyway?

- No reason.

- Oh, come Jessica, don't be coy.

(bright music) Tell them.

- We're having a baby.

- [Jackson & Annabelle] You're pregnant?

- Isn't it wonderful?

- I think it is. Another family member. (laughs)

- Congrats.

Guess you'll be too busy to handle estate affairs.

Are you dropping out of the running?

- I think Michael is very capable of doing both.

- Yeah. No.

You wouldn't dream of letting Michael drop out.

- Emma.

- So what's the plan?

When do we make this selection so that I can get outta here?

- You all have an opportunity

to make your case for the executorship

and perhaps complete a task or two.

- Let me guess, Sudoku?

- Oh!

- I suggest you all spend

the next few hours preparing yourselves

and we will convene in the sitting room this evening.

In the meantime, I have some of my own preparations to make.

So please treat this house as if it's your own

and enjoy your day.

- What exactly is enjoyable around here?

(subdued music)

- Hard to believe there's a life in here.

- [Michael] What's that?

- I said I can't believe there's a baby growing inside me.

- I know. I can't believe it either.

We've been trying for so long.

Hey, did you see Jackson's reaction?

- What do you mean?

- I don't know. It was weird.

It was like he was mad or something.

- You must have misinterpreted.

Uh, maybe he's just jealous.

40-something, no wife or kids of his own.

- Maybe. He's never been jealous of us before.

- Babe, you need to be focused on what's happening today.

Not Jackson's issues.

- You're right.

But what do you think they're gonna have us do?

- I don't know.

Chop off a limb?

Lay in a pit of spiders. Eat snails.

- Yeah. (shivers and chuckles)

I get the feeling it's gonna be more of a trial.

And then we all have to give reasons

why we should be picked.

- Well, that would favor your uncle.

You should spend some time preparing an argument.

- Look, what if it's something dangerous?

- She's just testing you to see if you can handle it.

It is gonna be a lot of pressure running the family estate.

She has to make sure the person she picks can do it.

- Okay. See that right there?

It makes me nervous.

And what if, what if I can't handle it?

Billions of dollars. I, I can barely balance a checkbook.

- Well that is why you have me.

I'm a finance wizard.

- (laughs) Yeah, that's true.

Even with my trust, babe,

I'd be in the poor house without you.

- Okay.

So stop all this crazy thinking

and go take care of business.

Baby needs a new house, but not this one.

I hope you don't think we're living here.

- No, definitely not.

Do you wanna help me prepare?

We can go down to the garden, talk about my finer qualities.

- Sure. I need a few more minutes though.

- Okay. (lips smack)

I'll go down and get us some waters and stuff.

- [Jessica] Sounds good.

(clock ticking)

- Is there something you need?

- Mm.

I want you to stay.

- What you want is not my concern.

- It's not too late.

- George, we've been over this.

I'm sorry that you've grown attached.

I do not feel the same way.

This destiny was forced on me

in part by you.

I have done my time and I want out.

- Have I not done all that you have asked?

You could be happy.

- Any happiness I had died with Mary.

Some days I look at you

and I try to imagine this great life.

I see you, your face,

and then I remember what you are.

(soft dramatic music)

Understand I have only done what I needed to survive,

I've tolerated you for some peace,

but there is no love in this house.

And nothing I will miss here.

This ends tonight.

Be sure that everything is set.

(door clicks at creaks)

- That was fast.

Mike?

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(dramatic music) - (gasps) Jesus!

- Hey, babe. I got us a snack.

What's going on?

- Th- this weirdo just scared the crap out of me.

- What are you doing in here, man?

- Madam Boxworth requests your presence

in the sitting room at 7:00 p.m.

- Okay. That's great.

Thank you. Thanks for letting us know.

- Apologies for startling you.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Yeah, next time knock, asshole!

- Hey, shh. Babe.

We have little ears now.

- No, there's something off about that guy.

About this whole place.

- Yeah. I know.

Well, it sounds like we're wrapping this up tonight, so.

- Great. Let's get you ready.

- Okay.

(delicate wondrous music)

- I see you found the dollhouse.

- You startled me. Sorry.

- [Persephone] Apologies.

- My mom had one just, just like this actually.

- Oh, this is one-of-a-kind.

What was she like?

- My mother? - Mm-hmm.

- Um, she was fun, kind,

bit of a hippie.

- Hippie?

- She loved animals, uh, the planet,

she didn't eat meat, like that sort of thing.

- Sounds like you resemble her.

- Maybe.

She always said I was more like my grandma.

- Hmm.

- What's with the murder scene?

- A family history.

- Hmm.

- Madam, your presence is needed downstairs.

(footsteps thudding)

(dramatic music) (light buzzes and zaps)

- What the fuck?

- What happened? - What was that noise?

- What was that like?

- Some kind of fucking force field that...

Try and leave the house.

What are you talking about?

- See? Are you still drunk?

- No.

- I told you, you are bound to the mansion

until the end of the selection process.

Oh. Jackson didn't eat a pastry.

I neglected to mention they were all poisoned.

- So I can come and go, but you turkeys are stuck here?

(Jackson laughs)

- No, hold on. There's, there's no way.

(dramatic music) (light buzzes and zaps)

- [Jessica] Michael! (foreboding music)

(dramatic music) (light buzzes and zaps)

- (laughs) That packs a punch. Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

Wait a minute. You didn't eat a pastry.

- Why is Emma trapped in this house?

George, how?

- (exhales) She requested a meal.

I used the blood from your neck and...

- (sighs) You sent her the invitation.

- Well, if I can't have you,

I want her.

- She's not yours to have.

Oh, you thought her presence would influence me?

No, you thought that you could force me

into a corner again?

This is not your decision.

Emma made her choice at the table

and you serve the will of the executor.

(dramatic music) (George groans)

- Actually.

- Actually, what?

You're as constrained by the rules as I am.

- What of their choices

when they refuse to do what you need?

(dark music)

- I will do as my father did.

The lesser of two evils is still a choice.

And you will not entrap me

no matter who you bring to this house.

- Mike.

- Look, it's not safe here anymore.

You gotta get out of here right now.

- Mike- - No, look,

it's not up for discussion, okay?

I'm stuck here. You are not.

You have to go.

Look, we have no idea what's going on.

Now there's some supernatural thing happening.

You and this baby are all that I care about.

So please just go home so I know that you're safe.

You're only gonna distract me from what comes next.

- Okay. - Okay.

(lips smack) (brooding music)

- Come on.

(subdued music)

- I say we each take a corner of the house

and try to figure a way out.

- Oh, settle down, Thomas.

We'll get out when the contest is over.

- W- why aren't you totally freaked out?

- I have seen many strange things in my day.

- I don't know, Mother.

This seems strange even for us.

Like, maybe Thomas is right.

- W- would you sit down?

You're just, you're driving me crazy.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Was it distracting you from your brilliant brainstorming?

- Yeah. You better open it.

- You got this. Be careful.

- All I am saying

is we can't just be roaming around the house aimlessly.

We need a plan.

She left? - Yeah.

- Oh, I'm glad someone can find their way out.

- Yeah. I'm still trying to figure out why I can't.

- Man, that force field is killer.

And kind of cool.

- Yeah, look guys, I think we have bigger problems.

- [Emma] Okay, what do you mean?

- So Uncle Dan. He ate one of those pastries.

- So?

- So he didn't just go for a walk.

- Yes. - Oh shit.

- Then where is he?

- Somewhere in this house.

- Y- you know, there's this,

there's this creepy dollhouse upstairs.

It looks like, like a murder scene.

There's like a miniature Percy standing over a dead body.

- You think she killed him?

- I wouldn't rule anything out.

- Hey, we need to figure out what we're dealing with here.

But let's, let's, let's search the house.

- A great suggestion.

- Jackson. I want you to leave.

- No, I'm not leaving without you.

- Your old mother can take care of herself.

- I know you can.

But I'm not leaving

and I'm the only one that can actually search outside.

- Okay. Divide and conquer.

That's the plan.

- Fuck yeah. I'm, I'm gonna go find Uncle Dan.

- Do you wanna go upstairs? - Yeah. Yeah.

Show me the house.

- I have always found the direct approach works best.

I'm going to find Persephone.

- Mother, you should stay away from her.

- Don't worry about me.

See what you can find out outside before it gets dark, hmm?

- Okay.

(soft ominous music)

(soft ominous music continues)

(brooding music)

- That does not belong to you.

- Where the fuck is my uncle?

- Oh, is that what you're concerned with?

- Of course. What else?

- I mean, I just can't imagine clues to his whereabouts

are gonna be in his private papers.

- So he's still in the house?

- Well, of course. What else?

Perhaps this is what you're looking for.

- Give me those.

Oh, wait. What the fuck?

- You really should mind your language, Thomas.

It is unsuitable for a Boxworth.

There are a lot of interesting things in here.

Embezzlement, money laundering. A gambling ring?

I could see why you couldn't walk away.

I do wonder, though,

if your cousins know you're stealing from them.

(gasps) Oh, we'll just have to ask.

(brooding music)

What are you doing? Wait, wait.

Wait. - Shh, shh, shh.

- Oh, don't beg Thomas, it's unbecoming.

You know, your grandfather lacked scruples-

- No, I never even knew- - too.

- my grandfather. - Really?

Wow. Nature is a powerful force.

(Tom groans)

(door creaks)

(house rattling and echoing)

- Mike, you here? (sighs)

(Jessica sighs)

Where are you? (delicate music)

- And this was my mom's.

- What do you think it's doing here?

- I don't know.

- Like, is this supposed to be us right here on the floor?

And this, that could be me and Percy from this morning.

- Wait. You think this is happening like in real time?

- I don't know.

I mean, it seems farfetched, right?

- Wait, is this Uncle Dan?

- Okay, come on. Look, look.

Persephone is weird,

but do you really think she's a murderer?

- Michael, we don't know this woman.

And as far as I'm concerned, she's Jack the Ripper.

And until we find Uncle Dan, I am assuming that he's dead.

And we are all in danger.

We need to find a way out.

- Okay. You're right.

(smoke whooshes)

- Oh, that was quite a trek.

- Look at that view.

You must spend a lot of time up here.

- Not really.

You wanted to see me?

- Where's my brother?

Oh, he's, he's dead.

Why?

- He stuck his nose someplace it didn't belong.

It was necessary. I'm sure you understand.

- It really is quite a view.

- Does your family know what you are?

- Do you really know anyone?

If you do,

then you know I am not one to be trifled with.

(dark music)

And I will also do

whatever is necessary.

- You might want to rethink that position.

- I'm not scared of you.

I've been around a lot longer than you, Missy.

I have seen it all. (chuckles)

There are more of us than you.

If you touch me, Jackson will come for me.

He will call the poli- police.

- I think I'll take my chances.

(dramatic music) (Annabelle grunts)

(plastic crinkling) (Annabelle gasping)

Yeah, this next part is really going to hurt.

Take care of her.

(footsteps thudding)

(soft ominous music)

(soft ominous music continues)

(door creaks)

(clock ticking)

(soft ominous music continues)

(soft ominous music continues)

What are you doing in here?

- My, my car broke down. I was, I was looking for Mike.

- You thought he would be in my dresser?

- Uh, no. No, of course not.

I heard a noise

and I was curious, I guess.

- Hmm.

- I'm sorry. I didn't intend to intrude.

- That's the thing with intentions,

the road to hell and all.

- I really am sorry.

- So you've said.

- Someone special to you?

- My daughter, Mary. (airy music)

You are getting very good at this song.

- Thank you, Mama. I love this song.

- I know you do. What other song do you like?

- Um, "The Entertainer."

- Yes! Show me.

(jaunty music)

- I didn't know you had a child.

- Two, actually.

Both dead.

- How heartbreaking.

- Now, may you never know.

- She looks really sweet.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna go find Mike.

- Suit yourself.

(ominous music)

- Do you...

Nevermind.

Again, I'm really sorry.

- Mm-hmm.

(blow thuds)

A fortunate return.

Put her with the others.

- Yes, Madam.

(ominous music)

- Michael, you gotta come see this.

(distressing music) (fire crackling)

- Oh my God. Hey, we gotta show the others this.

- [Persephone] Find anything interesting?

- Yeah, we know your secret.

Everything we have to do to be the executor

- And we're not gonna do it.

It's almost midnight.

We just have to wait her out till then.

- Really?

And what makes you think you'll live to see midnight?

- What? Are you gonna kill us?

Fine. You can start with me.

(typewriter thuds) (Persephone grunts)

Go. Go. (George grumbles)

(intense music)

(George whooshes)

- Whoa, whoa.

(George growls)

(blow thuds)

(Emma shrieks)

(footsteps thud heavily)

(Emma whimpers)

- Enough!

Leave her.

You are as stubborn as I was.

And nearly as foolish.

It is time, Michael.

For Emma's sake, follow me.

- Holy shit.

- Shit, Jessica.

- No. You may wanna hold off.

- Are you gonna kill us?

- Quite the contrary.

I hope you live for a long, long time.

Michael may have other plans for you.

(alarming music) - Michael, don't.

- What is this?

You and Jackson?

- [Jessica] (sobs softly) I'm sorry.

- When? How long?

How long?

- How long, Jess!? - Baby, baby.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry. It's over.

- I knew it.

- Shut the f- shut up, Emma.

- It's yours. Of course it's yours.

Michael, no!

- Wait, wait, wait. (fist thuds)

- How could you!?

- It's not mine!

It ended months ago. (grunts)

(subdued music)

What is this?

Is that, is that Dad?

You told me that he ran off with another woman.

- I only half lied.

(Persephone sighs)

- Oh, look at us. One big happy family.

It's time to make your case for the executor.

Who's it gonna be?

The devoted family man,

the black widow,

or the gambler.

You know, Thomas here has been siphoning off your allowances

to pay for his little habit.

- How?

- Uncle Dan set it up.

- (sighs) My brother always was a thief.

- Why don't you just tell them

what it really means to be the executor?

- You know what? Yes, Emma.

We should share all of our secrets.

Have any of you thought for a moment

how the Boxworths came to such a fortune?

Or the cost to keep it?

No, of course not.

You all just enjoy the fruit

without any thought to the consequence.

Well, many centuries ago,

our ancestor made a deal with the devil.

One that cursed this family for an eternity.

- Like, cursed, like, magic or something?

- Like evil, Jackson.

Evil that has been handed down for generations.

To our grandfather, to my father, to me.

And soon one of you. (gentle music)

80 years ago, my siblings,

your parents and grandparents chose me.

- I'm sorry.

Your future is bleak, Percy.

I am newly married and Warner has two small children.

- What about my small children?

- What chance does a mongoloid child have?

- Do not call her that.

- I am sorry, but be realistic.

She cannot even be seen in public.

- Perhaps you are the best choice, Percy.

- No, father, I will not do it.

You cannot force me.

I will take my daughters far from this place.

- It is settled, Persephone.

(tense music)

(Persephone sobs) Cornelia, take Mary.

- No, no, no, no.

Cornelia, do not touch her.

Do not touch her.

- Cornelia. No, no.

I will raise your other daughter as my own.

Francine does not deserve to be punished too.

- To the basement.

- Father, you don't have to do this.

Please, Father. Please, father, don't do this.

- Do not beg, Percy. It is unbecoming.

- Mind your cruelty, Warner.

(Mary cries)

It is for the good of the family.

In time, you will understand

you are the best choice.

No husband, a child that is not suited for this world.

This is the sacrifice you make for family.

You and your daughter

can be happy here.

And if she lives long enough,

you can make her the executor.

(gentle dramatic music)

- You would wish this fate on Mary?

- Of course.

Her feeble mind will never know.

She could be the perfect family blessing.

The last executor.

- I have never known such cruelty.

- What other fate would you have for her?

Institution? That is cruel.

Dead at age 12.

At least here she has a chance.

- You may be willing to sacrifice your children,

but I would never.

- You will make your own choices.

And you are the executor.

- No. Choose someone else.

(Mary cries softly)

- Suit yourself.

I wish it hadn't have come to this.

- What are you, what are you doing?

- What, Emma?

- Leave her alone!

You would do this? Harm an innocent child?

- This monster is no innocent.

- I will take no pleasure in it. But yes.

Then I will leave you here in this room

to live out your days.

- Cordelia, help her.

- [Warner] Stay where you are.

- You must do what you can to save your child.

- Enough! Make your choice, Percy.

- Stop, stop, stop!

- Save your daughter.

- Enough. Enough.

(Mary cries)

(gentle music)

Father.

- I am sorry, my child.

(Persephone sobs softly)

- I will never forgive you.

(knife thuds) (Persephone grunts)

This house requires the presence of a Boxworth.

I've served my purpose, now someone else must pay.

- Oh, why should we?

I mean, we never had anything to do with this.

- Sins of the father, Thomas.

- Don't give us that bullshit.

We don't know you, we don't owe you anything.

- Well, I understand your anger

'cause I've walked in your shoes,

but you do owe and one of you will pay.

You know, I honestly thought the selection would be easier.

But you are all just so awful.

- Oh, fuck you, lady. (grunts)

You're crazy.

(clock chimes)

- She forgot the most important secret.

- I do admire your tenacity.

Emma here thinks that you can wait me out.

It is true.

Once the clock strikes midnight,

I will be trapped in this house forever

and you'll all be free of the curse.

- (laughs) Why don't we just go with that plan?

- Yeah, that's one option.

But I promise you, if I'm still alive at 12:01,

not one of you is getting out of this house.

- Oh, no. She's bluffing. - Is she?

- Where's Uncle Dan?

- Shit. Okay, come on.

O- one of y'all volunteer. It's a giant house.

80 years isn't that bad. I would do it if I could.

- (laughs) Right.

That's easy to say when it isn't actually an option.

- So who then?

- Well, I didn't even want to be here.

I, I, I choose Annabelle.

She's already a, a murderer.

- Tom. I choose him.

- You have been very quiet.

(brooding music)

I thought you would do whatever it takes.

"It would be an honor," you said.

Oh, you're suddenly squeamish?

Perhaps a little motivation.

(Jackson gurgles)

Hmm?

- I would sooner let you kill my son

than free you.

(Jackson gasps and chokes)

- Mom?

- Sorry. He's not even my blood.

- You have your father's eyes.

(dramatic music) (Annabelle grunts)

And his disgusting character.

(Emma shrieks)

- Oh! (sobs)

Mother!

- You bitch.

- Now, Thomas, you could have stopped that

if you yourself had any honor.

- Well, I don't.

So why don't you just let me the fuck out-

- You all wanted to be executor.

This is the sacrifice you must make.

(Jackson sobs)

Well, I really have no use for you now.

- No, wait! Wait!

- You still care What happens to this man?

- Look, if I do it- - Michael, no.

- If I do this, will you let everyone go?

- If you wish.

- Michael, please. - Don't do it.

George is just gonna kill us when she's gone.

- [Michael] Emma, we're dead anyway.

- George will do as the executor commands.

- I'll do it.

You have a kid on the way.

- No, not you.

- You said it's our choice. I'm choosing.

- Do you really not understand?

I've already made this sacrifice for you.

(subdued music)

- What do you mean?

- Come on. Have you not figured this out?

- The child your sister stole,

it's my grandmother.

- She's your fucking great-grandmother?

It should be you then.

I, I, I pick Emma.

- What did I tell you about your language?

So what's gonna be?

Thomas? Michael?

Who's willing to sacrifice for the family?

- Michael, please.

- You would really do this to my family and my baby

after what yours did to you?

- I will do whatever is necessary.

- Come on. Look, I, I don't even kill spiders, remember?

Please, please don't make me do this.

Please, please.

- Come on, Michael.

- Why don't you do it?

- I told you, I, I, I don't like being trapped.

- Okay. Enough.

It is time for you to make a choice.

Or I will have George start killing them one by one.

Starting with Jessica.

(Jessica whimpers)

- No, no, no, no, no. Please don't!

- [Persephone] Choose or watch her die.

- All right, okay. Just stop.

Let her go, goddamn it!

I'll do it.

(Jessica gasping and panting)

(gentle music)

- I am sorry, bro.

(gentle steadfast music)

- No.

(intense music)

(dagger thwacks)

(fire whooshes)

(subdued music)

(crow squawks)

- Can she see the house?

- No.

It is only visible when you choose.

- What if I want it to be?

- Want to invite her in?

- No.

And how long before everyone forgets?

- [George] The others already have.

Emma is nearly there.

Her connection to the house

is much stronger than the others.

- [Michael] Will she remember anything about me?

- Oh yes. Certainly.

Everyone who knew you will remember you.

They will not remember what happened inside the house.

They will come to believe

that you, uh, simply disappeared or abandoned them.

- And my baby?

- Your baby will know what Jessica tells him,

but he and his children will never want for anything.

- The sacrifices we make for the family.

- It doesn't have to be a sacrifice.

I can be anyone you want.

(transformation whooshes)

You can be happy here.

(subdued music continues)

(magic whooshes and crackles)

(soft pensive music)

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

(soft pensive music continues)

(dog whimpering)