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The housekeeper was no
stranger to muddy footprints.

A few times a year, it seemed,
she started her days with a mop.

Always the same path.

From the door to the forbidden
wing, and back again.

The door got stuck.

It was stuck, and we
couldn't get it open.

Honest.

And the mess in the hall?

It's just a bit of mud.

Hm.

Well, I forgive you.

But I'm afraid I...

I don't believe you.

That's the issue.

Miles!

Miles, I just mopped that bit!

Can I have that, please?

- What are you...
- Not me.

You.

That was entirely unacceptable,

and now you are going to finish mopping.

- But that's not fair!
- Hey.

It's just a bit of mud.

Now, you'll finish mopping

while Flora and I go get her doll back.

A-Assuming...

... that's all right with
you, Mrs. Grose?

Oh, n-no, it's... fine by me.

In fact, we've had this
conversation before,

haven't we, Miles? Hm?

Every few weeks, it feels like these
two are off on a midnight run,

and muggins here is left
to mop up their mud.

Good morning.

Excuse us, Owen.

- Hi, Owen.
- Flora.

Come on.

I don't like the cellar.

It's perfectly dreadful down there.

Can I stay and have a glass of
orange juice with Owen, please?

I'm sorry,

I'm not being cheeky.

It's just... I quite hate the cellar.

It's perfectly dreadful.

Is that all right?

I'll just be a sec.

Somebody's brother threw their
doll down the laundry chute.

Oh... of course.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Brothers can be perfectly
dreadful sometimes, can't they?

He isn't, though.

He really isn't.

You have a fine heart, miss.

Look who I found.

What's her name?

She can't remember.

Are you gonna hang it in your room?

For protection?

No, I took it down.

- Why?
- Because it doesn't work.

Miles?

Miles?

You can go get dressed.

Miles?

Miles?

Miles, are you okay?

All right, boys.

Let's settle down.

Let's find our seats, shall we?

Hello.

Welcome.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, Father Stack.

I trust you all had a
very festive Christmas.

- Yes.
- Excellent.

I think we have a majority.

Well, then...

spring term.

Congratulations. Seems like
you've made it through the winter,

though not without a few casualties.

I'm afraid Brian Duncan won't
be joining us for a bit.

- Yes?
- Is he ill?

No, Mr. Hooper.
Nothing quite so serious.

He took a bit of a tumble.

He is on the mend and will
be back with us shortly.

So...

shall we begin?

Bibles.

"Now, there on the hillside,
a great herd of swine was feeding."

"And the unclean spirits begged him,

'Send us into the swine.'

'Let us enter them.'"

"So, he gave them permission."

"And the unclean spirits came
out and entered the swine."

"And the herd rushed down the deep slope

into the lake and were drowned there."

So...

... there we have it.

Three Gospels,

three slightly different
accounts of the same event.

Three different places that
it could have happened.

But the broad strokes remain the same.

Jesus cast the demons, known
as "Legion" in Luke and Mark,

unnamed in Matthew,

out of a single man,
according to Luke and Mark,

two men according to Matthew, into...

and on this they all agree,

- a herd of pigs.
- That then go jump in the lake.

That then go jump in the lake, exactly.

Um, but why was Matthew
being so contrarian?

- What's contrarian?
- It means he was being a tit.

Hey, language, Obermann.

Final warning.

Miller, excellent question.

Why do the Gospel accounts differ?

Well...

because man is fallible.

Even the men who wrote these Gospels.

Even me, which I'll have to remind
some of your parents, no doubt,

once they get wind of this conversation.

They needed permission?

The demons?

- Permission to...
- To enter the pigs.

Ah! Yes, they did.

Did they need it for him, though?

Did they need it for the man?

Ah... Excellent question, Wingrave.

And that, actually, is the...
the big takeaway here,

so thank you for asking that.

We are, all of us, free to
make our own choices.

It's one of the most important
gifts that God has given us.

A gift that not even the demons
in this story could usurp.

See, evil exists,

and we are tempted.

But we are not compelled.

So, yes.

They did need his permission.

As they need ours!

All right, gentlemen.

Wingrave.

Uh, quick word.

The headmaster passed
this onto me this morning.

It's not often that a... a student
gets any post on the first day.

And judging by the
writing on the envelope,

- I assume it's from...
- My sister.

Very thoughtful of her to
have it waiting for you.

Something to make you feel a
bit more at home, no doubt.

You asked some excellent
questions today, by the way.

Thank you, sir.

You are most welcome.

And, Wingrave...

I want you to know that this room
is a... a safe place for questions.

Not just about your studies.

About anything you like.

I am here, as are the other
members of the staff,

so if you feel the need to talk,

we'll listen.

You're in none of this alone,
is what I'm driving at.

Thank you, sir.

Well, I won't keep you.

Oh...

John 16:22.

It's brief, I promise, but it's helped
me on more than one occasion.

John 16:22.

Hm.

"So also you now indeed have sorrow,

but I will see you again,

and your heart shall rejoice,

and your joy, no man
shall take from you."

Wingrave!

Wingrave!

It's nearly time!

Shall we go down?

Wingrave!

Wingrave!

The trouble began as trouble often does.

With an accident.

Or so it would be called.

Wingrave!

Miles!

Wingrave!

Wingrave!

You can have the bottom bunk.

Thanks.

- I'm glad you're all right.
- Yeah.

Why'd you do it?

Do what?

Why'd you jump?

Just looking for the right key.

What was that?

I didn't jump.

I fell.

- I saw you jump.
- I fell.

Yeah, well...

... if you ever need anything,

I'm here for you, mate, okay?

Good night, Miles.

Father Stack!

What is it, Mr. Banks?

Fight, fight, fight, fight!

Hey, break it up!

Break it up!

Wingrave!

Wingrave!

Hooper!

Hooper!

Hooper!

Here.

- Are you okay? Can you breathe?
- Yes.

Okay, let me get you up. Thank God.

Loosen your tie. There you go.

Okay, everybody back to class, now.

Go on, all of you.

So, you started it?

Had he wronged you in some way?

Said something to you?

Something to set you off?

Look, Miles...

I wanna help you, but
I need you to help me,

to understand this.

And not only me, Hooper's parents.

They could push for a suspension.

And the headmaster will want
to mollify them. But...

... I put myself ahead of that.

The headmaster and I
have already spoken...

... and I have made it clear

that your well-being is my
responsibility, and priority...

moving forward.

But, Wingrave...

... this isn't the way.

Look, I understand what
you're going through.

Or, you know what? Maybe I don't.

Maybe I don't, so...

So, tell me.

Be my teacher.

Hm?

We all do terrible things sometimes.

That's expected. It's... it's
baked into us from the start.

But it's that feeling of remorse,
that guilt, that terrible guilt,

burning inside your chest, that's...

that's what distinguishes
us in God's eyes.

None of us are blameless.

Except the soul that's not yet
conceived and the animals.

Like Pidge over there.

They're the only innocents.

Then it wasn't fair, was it?

What wasn't?

What Jesus did to the pigs.

In the demon story.

Maybe not.

The Lord works in mysterious
ways. A cliché, I know, but...

... true.

And death is something to mourn,

not fear.

And you've had to deal with death...

... far, far more than a
child your age should.

Far more.

They're in a better place, Miles.

I don't know everything, but...

I do know that much.

They're in a better place.

They're not coming back.

I'm afraid not.

That's not fair either.

No, it isn't.

Why do the bad ones get to come back,

and not them?

Master Wingrave...

is there anything you'd like to say?

Anything at all?

I have a mind to expel you,
young man. I truly have.

But Father Stack...

Well, Father, I'll let you say it.

Wingrave...

Miles.

What you've done, it...
it can't be minimized, it...

can't be avoided by not talking
about it or by you being sent home.

It follows you.

Do you understand? It...

It stays.

But remorse,

or demonstrating remorse,

won't make all of this go away,

I'm not gonna lie to you,
but it is the first step

towards some kind of absolution.

Hm... Towards grace.

Look, I-I know that you
have been through a lot.

Do not feel sorry for me.

Your parents... and your au pair.

- More than we could hope to understand.
- Don't.

And the weight of all that
could cause one, anyone,

to do terrible things,
even if they didn't mean to.

It could press one,

- drive one to commit acts that...
- We are not compelled.

What our chaplain is saying

is that we're going to start with
an apology and go from there.

He is correct about your
special circumstances...

... but I at least have to
insist on the apology.

For God's sake, we at
least have to have that.

Speak!

That animal is dead because
of you, Wingrave.

Dead doesn't mean gone.

What did you say?

I'm sorry.

I know you are, Miles.

I know that, and I also know that...

- together, you and I...
- I'm sorry I didn't do worse.

Cut off its head, spread out
the insides, or burn it.

I'm sorry I didn't do worse.

Ahem.

Right, then.

Get Master Wingrave's uncle
on the telephone, please.

I'm sorry, Father.

I...

I needed to find your key.

That's all.

And so the reason for Miles's expulsion

was difficult to pin down.

He was expelled,
it turned out, for an injury,

an accident, a crime,

a fight,

and, finally,

an affront.

Why he'd done any of these
things, no one would understand.

Only the letter from Flora,

delivered when he arrived,
forgotten in the dormitory,

would offer a possible clue

as to why he tried so,
so hard to be sent home.

"Come home."

I'm finished.

Okay, I'll be with you in just a sec.

- Are they gonna go back in their house?
- Later.

Okay.

Spick and span!

- I imagine you learned that at...
- Boarding school.

Yeah. Professional, I'd say.

Why don't you come teach
your sister how to do it?

She'll think it's just splendid.

- Oh... But...
- Just splendid.

What are you up to?

Hannah's got the day off, it seems.

Mm. The new missus
put the children to it.

Yeah.

For real?

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

Nice.

How are they doing?

Perfectly.

I could get used to this.

Oh, I don't know, I feel lazy.

Like some sort of lazy layabout.

Go on, admit it.

- You're loving having this wee break.
- Oh, I suppose.

I just don't like seeing
them punished, is all.

They're not the first to
track mud through the halls.

You should know.

Every time I see you marching
towards the house,

I find my hand drifting towards the mop.

Firstly...

I always wipe my feet, I'll have
you know. And, secondly...

what about when they
locked her in a closet?

Oh, now, you can't blame them for that.

Given what they've lost,
strangeness is expected.

You can't give them a pass forever.

Look, you clean up after them,
Owen feeds them, Rebecca...

Rebecca coddled them.

But this one...

- This one's got them doing hard labor.
- Oh, come on, now.

What? That shite works.

Well, it worked on me.

Look at me now. I'm a
shining beacon of reform.

Ah, thank God. You're a star.

- Cheers.
- Hannah?

Hm?

- G and T?
- Oh, no.

No, thank you. Not for me.
Gin is a sad drink.

- So, Owen...
- Hm?

Thoughts on the new au pair.

- Gossip.
- What?

It's just Christian concern,
Hannah. All right, fine.

On a scale of zero to American,

how would you rate her?

American.

There we have it.

Though, maybe a bit too pretty.

Do you think she's pretty, Owen?

Jamie!

Uh...

Look at him!

He's tongue-tied.

He can't answer.

It's just romances don't
fare well at Bly, do they?

- We're just having a laugh.
- I know.

But then that's how it starts.

Don't worry. I only have
eyes for you, Hannah.

- Oh.
- Enjoy your break, ladies.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Um, in the kitchen,
there's a crack in the ceiling.

Would you mind popping
in to have a look?

Where exactly?

Uh, by the stove, high
up towards the ceiling.

You can't miss it.

I'll get round to it.

Great work, you lot! Keep it up!

Flora, you cleaned!

Well, how sweet of you.

You're welcome.

I put all your things into the
wardrobe and chest of drawers.

Are you cross with me?

I-I found these, too.

I didn't break them. I promise.

- They were like this already.
- It's fine.

It's fine.

Excuse me a minute.

You all right?

Kids.

Run you ragged.

Yeah.

Well, people really.

- All of them.
- Mm-hmm.

That's why I prefer plants.

Easy to get along with.

And I find if I don't like one,

one looks at me kind of funny,

I can always just...

you know...

So, if it's child-rearing advice
you're after, I'd just...

... start there, maybe.

There we are.

It's not so bad, right?

Yeah.

I cry three, maybe four
times a day around here.

Five, if I'm really being
honest with myself.

How else do you think I keep all
these fucking plants watered?

With my endless well of
deep, inconsolable tears.

That's how.

It's what got me the
job in the first place.

Look, you're doing great.

You're doing great.

Thank you.

Anytime.

Right.

Well, back to it, then.

Chin up, Poppins.

Uh, where are you off to?

Heading back to the garden.
I have a few more weeds to pull.

Trying to earn time off
for good behavior, then?

Have a lovely afternoon, Jamie darling.

"Darling?"

No, no, no, no, not too much,
or they'll come to take you away.

Who will?

The food police.

For a salt and buttery.

Oh, my God.

You're such a lovely man, Owen.
Why must you speak?

Miss Clayton?

Might I have a word?

Yeah, sure thing.

In private.

- We've got this, right?
- Right.

Wingrave residence.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

So?

I'd like to apologize.

For all of it.

For locking you in the wardrobe
closet, for the mess in the hall.

All of it.

But, most importantly, for
being such a child about it.

Being around Flora,
I sometimes forget myself.

Wow.

That's, um...

I think Flora just misses
Miss Jessel terribly.

So, we play little games to
keep her from feeling sad.

Mm.

Such a draining thing.

Dealing with children.

Little shit.

Hey.

Little fucking shit.

Hey, he's just a kid.

I'm gonna kill him.

- I swear to God...
- No. Hey, they're just a few flowers.

Oh! Sure. Well, that's fine, then.

A little boy cut a few flowers.

- What's the big deal?
- They weren't ready to be cut!

Look, I just...

I have a way of doing things,
and I don't like people

- messing about in my garden.
- No, you're right.

You're right.

I'll talk to him.

'Course.

Look, could we just go back to the bit

where, uh, you were acting mental

and I had to talk you down?

Ten minutes, okay?

I wanna see teeth brushed,
hands washed, and pajamas on!

Good day?

- Great day.
- Aw.

- Now...
- Mm.

I've got a little surprise
set up for the kiddos,

if you wanna join.

Oh... Oh, uh...

No, I couldn't.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, fine.

I just, well... I haven't
been sleeping very well.

I think I'll turn in for the night.

- Okay.
- Good night, darling.

- Good night.
- Good night.

All right, you two, line up!

Hmm.

Pajamas seem to be in order.

Let's see those hands.

Good, good.

Sure. Teeth!

Ahh.

You did so well...

that, as a reward,

we can play a game.

Hm?

Any game you like.

We'll be back in our beds
before too long, right?

We can't be out of our rooms too late.

We won't.

Hide-and-seek!

Okay, hide-and-seek, sure.

- Is that all right with you, Miles?
- Please?

Ten, nine, eight...

... seven, six...

five, four...

three...

two, one.

Ready or not, here I come!

You aren't down here, are you?

This wing is off limits, game or not.

Okay?

Shh!

- Got you!
- Jesus, Miles!

- Got you.
- I'm supposed to be looking for you,

- and this wing is off...
- I'm going to start counting,

and it'll be your turn to run and hide.

I'll find you.

Ease up!

Ease up!

One! Two! Three!

- Four!
- Miles!

- Five...
- No, game over!

- Seven! Eight!
- Miles!

Nine!

Miles.

Flora!

Olly, olly, oxen free!

Hm.

Hey.

Shit.

Oh.

I'm gonna call the fucking
police. I'm... I'm gonna...

I'm gonna call the fucking police!

Dani.

I-I don't feel so good.

- Oh, God.
- I saw him.

I swear to God.

In the window. Same guy.

Same guy as yesterday.

I-I'll lock the doors.

Hey! Hey, hey!

It's okay! You're okay,
you're okay! He's awake!

- Oh, thank goodness.
- He's awake.

- Thank God.
- He's awake.

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