All language subtitles for Elizabeth.Harvest.2018.PROPER.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG_eng2

I dreamt I would meet a brilliant man.

I would steal his breath away.

And he in turn would steal me away

from everything ugly into
a secret world of our own.

Claire, Oliver!

Wake up, sleepyhead.

Put me down.

Nope.

Tradition is tradition,

and you deserve to be
treated like a princess.

You do realize we're participating
in a symbolic kidnapping

that stretches all the way
back to the founding of Rome.

What are you talking about?

In memory of the Sabine women

who were taken in violence by the Romans.

It all belongs to you now, my pet.

Claire, Oliver, this is Elizabeth.

Welcome home, Elizabeth.

Home.

I can't believe I'm finally here.

Where would you like supper served?

Upstairs.

Thank you, Claire.

Oliver.

Do you like white orchids?

I love them.

How about lilies?

Sure.

You're in luck.

Would you like a cognac?

No thank you, Claire.

Are you sure?

Yes.

That's all for today, thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Claire.

Wow.

I believe these are
all your favorite pieces.

Could I stay in here while?

Not now, darling.

There's a lot more to see.

Hello, Oliver.

Good morning.

Good morning, Claire.

Good morning.

Claire.

This way.

Sun helps the reflection
formed to the curved plate...

light guided many decisions...

Natural lighting additions
are left visible so...

with interior experience...

The shadow left bank
with Margot St. Julienne

set the stiff and the old metric.

What's in this room?

You're my wife, and
I trust you implicitly.

That sounds ominous.

Everything I have shown you,

the art, the jewels, the clothes,

the money in the safe,
all of it is for you.

The only off-limits room is this one.

Oh.

Do you promise not to go in?

But I can't even get
into the rooms without you.

Of course you can.

The biometric readers are
programmed for two thumbprints.

Yours and mine.

No one else's.

These are our rooms to play in.

I have to leave first
thing in the morning.

Work matters.

On our honeymoon?

It's not ideal, I know,
but it's just for the day.

It'll give you time to familiarize
yourself with the house.

You'll be a good girl, won't you?

Have you decided on lunch?

Um,

no, I'm not hungry.

You should eat.

Okay, um, I don't know.

Perhaps just a light salad is fine.

And what would you like in it?

Surprise me.

Uh, okay, avocado and tomato.

And to drink?

Just water, thanks.

No, um,

could I get a milkshake?

Chocolate.

Hm.

What's funny?

Nothing.

A chocolate milkshake
is the perfect choice.

Claire.

Is it okay if I ask you something?

Ask.

Have you worked here a long time?

Yes.

For Henry?

Yes.

He's ridiculously smart, isn't he?

His IQ, his mind is extraordinary.

Yes.

Mm.

So why would he pick a
girl like me to marry?

I'm very

simple.

I don't know.

Satie founded his own religion.

Did you know that?

He was the official composer
for the Mystical Order

of the Rose and Cross
of the Temple and Grail,

founded by the occultist Josephin Peladan.

But they had a falling-out

and Satie founded his own religion,

L'Eglise Metropolitaine
d'Art de Jesus Conducteur.

Sorry.

You must find this incredibly boring.

Forgive me.

No, no.

It's very interesting.

I can go on and on sometimes.

Come here.

It's your job to shut me up.

I'm like a little boy around you.

I can't help myself.

How did your work stuff go?

Fine.

- That's good.
- The fire has been

duly put out.

How was your day here?

Ah, it was fine.

There's so much to take in.

I hadn't thought about the practicalities

of running such a big home.

Um,

I tried to make a phone call yesterday,

but the line was dead.

Yes, that happens all the time here.

Oh.

Who were you calling?

- My sister.
- Oh.

What happened?

Oh, I don't know.

You may as well know that
I'm a bit of a clumsy.

Are you, now?

Yes.

I hope it doesn't disappoint you.

How could you ever disappoint me?

Just if you thought I was
suave and elegant all the time.

You're such a good liar, it's scary.

What?

I call your bluff.

I'm not sure I know
what you're talking about.

I think you've always
been suave and elegant.

What do you say we send the servants away

and spend the rest of the day in bed?

What about our stroll on the lake?

We can always stroll tomorrow.

There's a very corruptible
quality about you, Elizabeth.

I didn't hurt you, did I?

The only measure of an action

is its consequence.

Elizabeth, my pet.

You do not deserve this,
but you did disobey me.

Please.

Please?

I don't know what you think I saw.

I don't think you saw.

It is what happened.

What will happen.

That's deep enough, Henry.

Henry.

Oliver.

Let me hear you say it's done.

Please.

I disagree.

But you looked me in
the eye and you said...

I did not!

I want absolute calm.

Can we manage that?

You want to get caught.

It's not an option
I'm really considering.

Only a matter of when.

Surely you're still
lucid enough to recognize

that fact...
- The only,

the only way we get caught

is if you insist on lurking in corridors,

staring meaningfully at them.

You prick.

That went well.

You haven't touched your food.

Do you think it's possible

substances have their own velocity?

For instance?

Eggs.

Because it changes form, the egg.

Its whole function is
to become something else.

It keeps disappearing

and reappearing as something new.

I can't think of anything
else in the world

with that kind of material altruism.

Material altruism is moral altruism.

Exactly.

Funny that the egg should
be a symbol for the soul,

don't you think?

I heard you have a migraine.

So sorry.

Let's not talk about it.

Sit down.

I can come back tomorrow.

No, you're here now.

You want a drink?

Well, what are you having?

Scotch.

Hope it knocks it on the head.

Uh-huh, I'll have what you're having.

Stress related, aren't they?

Migraines?

Yes, they can be.

Or tension from exercise,

lack of sleep, hypersensitivity to light,

it could be many things.

I'd suggest fresh air
and walks by the ocean,

but you're the doctor.

You need to be more than a doctor

to understand a person's mind.

You need to be a saint or a prophet.

How's your lovely young wife?

Young and lovely.

Is she home?

Yes, she's having a nap.

Young people today

need their beauty sleep.

How glorious

to be young and lovely and...

What's on your mind, Frank?

Nothing.

You seem worried.

Is everything all right?

Oh, department's being investigated

for accepting payoffs.

Bureaucrats hunting scalps
for appearance's sake.

I've been spared,

but I've got a couple of colleagues

that are in real hot water.

Do you have to testify

against your colleagues?

There's no choice.

I'm not looking forward to it.

You can either torture

or be tortured.

There's no third alternative.

In the end, better to be the
torturer, don't you think?

Aren't you a barrel of fuckin' laughs?

Yes, Oliver.

Made you something.

Could you stop making me things?

That would be so kind.

Why do you stay

if you're so unhappy?

I know things you don't.

Let's leave it at that.

Because you love him.

You always have.

I can see why you would think that.

And don't take this the wrong way,

but you're a child,

and you don't know what
you're talking about.

I know this much,

and it's more than you seem to.

We're not the prize.

We're the bait.

Thank you, Oliver.

May I be alone now?

I dreamt I would meet a brilliant man.

I would steal his breath away.

And he in turn would steal me away

from everything ugly into
a secret world of our own.

Claire, Oliver!

You do realize we're participating
in a symbolic kidnapping

that stretches all the way
back to the founding of Rome.

Henry, what's in there?

Everything I have shown you is yours.

All the art, the jewels, the clothes,

the money in the safe, it's all for you.

The only off-limits room is this one.

That's all I ask of you.

Can you do that for me?

Yes, of course, but what's

in there...
- Let's say

it's the one room in the
house I can have to myself.

For work.

You promise not to go in?

I think husbands and wives
should always be truthful.

Wouldn't you agree?

My point precisely.

So if it's that important to you...

It is.

Promise?

I promise.

I have to leave
first thing in the morning.

Work matters.

On our honeymoon?

It's not ideal, I know,
but it's just for the day.

Give you time to make yourself at home.

You'll be a good girl, won't you?

I couldn't sleep.

Where's Henry?

In bed.

I forgot how much he snores.

What were you looking at?

I wasn't

looking at anything.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

I'm just so curious, that's all.

What about?

Everything.

Sometimes it feels like my mind

is just one question after another.

You, for example.

Me?

Your sense of confidence.

Do you ever get frightened?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

In the kitchen, my love.

Elizabeth, listen.

Claire.

What are you doing here?

I forgot something.

Did you find it?

Yes.

Goodnight.

Claire?

Oliver?

Good morning, my love.

Were you having a bad dream?

What time is it?

Lunchtime.

Didn't hear you come in.

You must have been very tired.

Did you stay up late?

You left me all alone.

I've given Claire
and Oliver the day off.

Be right back.

What are you thinking about?

Uh, what?

I asked what
you're thinking about.

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing.

I knew you'd say that.

Why?

What are you thinking?

How everything
is made of patterns.

Once you can predict the
way a person will act,

you can learn how to control them.

Henry, what are you doing?

No, a moment of privacy.

No.

We will have privacy

before our last rites.

What?

A husband and wife
should always be truthful.

Your words.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

You did disobey me.

Come on.

It's okay.

Emergency services.

Hello?

I'm stuck.

I'm locked inside a house, my house.

Are you hurt?

No, I'm not hurt, but I
can't work any of the doors.

They're locked on a mechanism
and it's not functioning.

One moment please.

Are you still there?

Yes.

So you're locked in?

Yes, can you please help me?

Can I
have your name please?

Elizabeth.

And your surname?

Kellenberg.

What's the address?

I need an address.

I don't know the address.

Miss, if you don't have an address...

I have to go.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Where's Henry?

Upstairs.

He's not feeling well.

He's resting.

Emergency services.

I

need

a.

You walk out that door,

I can't protect you from the police.

Excuse me?

I need you to understand
you'd be dumb to try.

I know he's dead.

Where's the body?

Elizabeth.

He tried to kill me.

I believe you.

It's upstairs.

Take me.

I was only protecting myself.

I know.

Henry had many tricks in his bag.

A brilliant man with a brilliant mind.

Just as you imagined in
your fairytale dream.

You would steal his breath away,

and he would steal you away.

Away from everything ugly.

To
a secret world of our own.

How could you know that?

How much do you
remember of your childhood?

I was sick a lot.

In the hospital.

My parents died in a car crash.

I was brought up in an orphanage.

That's back there, where I sleep.

You were there till age eight.

You had a teacher, Mrs. Merger,

and a French groundskeeper was...

Jacques.

Jacques, very good.

All of that did happen.

See, it's not an exact
science, biogenesis.

Claire is much better suited
than me to walk you through it.

She was in charge of your conditioning.

She's quite clever.

Oliver.

What am I?

You went into the room
he told you not to go into.

Did you not?

I did.

What I saw, I don't understand.

You saw yourself.

Yes.

Which brings us to the
only question worth asking.

You were cooked in that room.

Like an egg.

Six identical genetic copies.

Elizabeth number five of
the Elizabeth Harvest.

That's what you are.

Car.

What?

Can you see the color?

It's, um,

it's black with a red light on top.

Fuck, that was quick.

Who is it?

Detective Lieutenant Logan.

Henry's only friend.

And what does he want?

He wants to talk to you again.

What do you mean, again?

Henry explained away
you sleeping all the time

as chronic fatigue syndrome.

It's gonna help you today.

Make light of the fact
Henry is the one napping,

but get him to leave quickly.

Good morning, Oliver.

Good morning, detective.

Your father around?

Upstairs taking a nap.

Yeah, well, since
when does he take naps?

I know, but it happens.

Ask Elizabeth.

Oh, hello again.

Mrs. Kellenberg.

It's truly a surprise.

Because usually I'm
the one napping, right?

Henry isn't feeling well.

I was beginning to think he
kept you locked up in a tower.

Is there something you want?

You know, to drink?

Uh, what are you having?

Oliver, would you mind
getting us something?

Water's fine.

Water's just fine.

Are you in trouble?

What?

Did you call emergency services?

When?

I got a message that a
Mrs. Kellenberg called in.

So I came to check it out.

Word sure travels fast.

Word?

Of what?

Claire.

Getting rushed to hospital.

Isn't that why you're here?

What's wrong with Claire?

She had a heart condition.

Congenital.

She's the one who called emergency.

The operator must have gotten confused.

Excuse me.

You didn't call?

No, I didn't.

It was Claire.

She did.

Ah.

Let me see if I got this straight.

Your husband's not feeling well.

Claire has a weak heart.

You have chronic fatigue syndrome.

And Oliver, of course, is blind.

Now, I don't mean to be insensitive,

but it's beginning to feel
like a hospital around here.

Oh my God!

Did I get him?

Oh my God!

- Did I get him?
- Yes!

Nobody you need to feel bad about.

Why did you do that?

This bastard was on Henry's payroll.

Caught one of you three years
ago making a run for it,

and he brought you right back here.

What do you think Henry did with her?

He killed her?

See, you're clever.

He killed all of you.

It's what he lived for.

Henry's your father.

Not anymore.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

It's okay.

It's okay.

That was scary.

What do you remember after age eight?

There's a gap, isn't there?

He put you back in the tank.

He'd bring you out at different
times for physical therapy.

He'd fill your mind with
memories and events,

music, trying to customize
your personality,

trying to make you whole.

But you never actually
experienced any of that.

Stop!

Please, I want to wake up now.

Please make it stop.

I want things to go back to normal.

I want to go back to my honeymoon.

All right.

Help me with him.

I think you should get as far away

from here as possible, Elizabeth.

Go and pack a bag.

You're staying?

I have to.

Make sure to take some
money from the safe.

You'll need it.

How much?

Like that.

Okay.

Elizabeth.

I'm in here.

Before you go,

I wonder if you could do something for me.

What is it?

This journal.

I can't read it, and I need
some information in it.

It's Henry's.

Claire's.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oliver?

Oliver, did you just lock me in?

Oliver!

Oliver, let me out.

Oliver!

No, let me out!

Oliver!

Everyone in
the scientific community

knew about Dr. Henry
Kellenberg's breakthroughs

in somatic cell research.

But after pioneering and
patenting the process

by which microRNA cells were reprogrammed

into the TERX2 encoding,
he retired a billionaire.

Years later, out of the blue,
he invited me to come see him.

This was the pivotal moment
of my professional life.

Dr. Claire Stratton.

Dr. Kellenberg.

This is an honor.

You worked at Baxter?

Yes, yes, until quite recently.

You were fired.

It's complicated.

What I heard was you refused to share

your research with the military.

If my information is
incorrect, I apologize.

Uh, no, you're clearly well informed.

I am intrigued by your
work in neurodegeneration.

Your views on progeria go
against practically everyone's.

That's why you're here.

'Cause my findings were refuted

by the entire medical community?

Can I offer you some refreshment?

When I was younger, I had so much drive.

An inexhaustible energy.

I was obsessed with the idea

of being useful to future generations.

Now I know history will
remember me unkindly.

I think we both know
you're being modest.

History will remember me as a monster.

And that is where you come in.

A healthy mind to bear witness.

Oliver?

I finished my homework, dad.

Hello.

Hello.

Oliver, this is Claire.

A brilliant researcher.

She'll be staying with us.

So lovely to meet you, Oliver.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance, Claire.

You have a way of making
assumptions, doctor.

Hm.

A healthy mind to bear
witness, he called it.

But at what cost?

I am a trained scientist.

I respect process.

I believe in research, testing, analysis.

And yet here I was in the
middle of a tragic love story,

inexplicable, inconvenient,
and impossible.

From an ethical and moral standpoint,

I don't even know where to begin.

- I will be crucified.
- Yes!

But I cannot undo it.

I know why I did what I did, Claire.

The question is, given human
subjects and unlimited means,

can you crack the code?

Perhaps.

Kellenberg's wife had died

shortly after giving
birth to a son, Oliver,

of a very rare strain of Werner Syndrome,

in which her mutated WRN

suddenly degenerated at a dizzying rate.

Sick with grief, he cloned her cells

and harvested six copies.

Complications began almost immediately.

At birth, two of the subjects

already displayed the mutation.

In order to buy himself time,

Kellenberg did something
even more radical.

He customized hyperbaric
chambers into cryogenic tanks,

and he put the bodies
in suspended animation

while he searched for a cure.

Good morning, Elizabeth.

By the time I joined the project,

only four subjects remained alive.

Good morning, Elizabeth.

Two years later, I cracked it.

Henry.

Every night, Henry recorded messages

and played music for the subjects,

convinced the ideas
absorbed into their minds

would develop as memories.

I was dubious.

What do you
remember after age eight?

Subject emerged biologically

and physiologically healthy
but disoriented and in pain.

She seemed to remember nothing
for more than a few seconds.

Yes, I was happy three times.

When Mrs. Merger let me
play in the garden is one,

and then when I had a chocolate milkshake.

That was good.

And then also...

Abysses of amnesia

continually opened beneath her and,

unable to maintain a genuine inner world,

she would bridge them
with scrambled fictions.

What's this?

I can't run at all today, I don't think.

Are you a soldier?

No, Elizabeth, it's me, Henry.

Henry?

When did you fly in?

Henry was
convinced she would acclimate

and her repertoire of
memories would match up.

But the constant strain on her mind

became too much for her body to bear.

Days later, somehow, under Henry's watch,

she discovered the harvest room.

What did my niece say?

She's your niece?

My sister's child.

She's had a long, troubled history.

I'd hoped the move from the
city would help her, but...

She made some pretty
bizarre accusations.

She's a danger to herself.

Yeah, she has a habit
of inventing stories.

She's a bit of a fantasist, I'm afraid.

At times, her behavior
can be utterly illogical.

Are you her legal guardian?

I'm the only family she has left.

Well, then, I am fine
to release her to you,

but I'm afraid I have to file a report.

Elizabeth?

Look, I realize you're upset,

but I had to run some errands
and I needed you to stay.

I apologize.

I phoned the hospital.

They're keeping Claire for observation,

run tests for a couple of days,

but she will recover.

Are you reading the journal?

I know you can hear me.

I've brought you some supper.

I'm going to open the door now.

Please don't do anything crazy.

Let

me
- Please.

Go!
Stop, please.

The code.

What?

The front door code, what is it?

I'll open it for you.

Tell me the code!

It's your birthdate, the code...

What's my birthdate?

Zero nine 16.

Are you lying to me?

I'm not.

Elizabeth, I'm on your side.

I always have been.

I knew it was wrong to lock you up,

but I just, I wanted to talk to you,

and I couldn't foresee any other way

you wouldn't flee this place.

Well, you're right about that.

What are you doing?

You don't have to do this.

If you're lying to me.

I already told you.

I just want you to get to know me.

I sincerely apologize
for the childish trick.

But I do need to finish our conversation.

What are you doing to her?

Keeping her alive.

Same as I did for you.

I can't express how odd it is
to feel so close to someone

who doesn't know you exist

and then to finally meet.

At the end of the day,
the world is conflict

between positive and negative charges.

I so had hoped once we were free of him

we could be candid with one another.

Why won't you let me go?

The last thing I want to do

is keep you here against your will.

I just require you to have
a little bit more patience.

Here, take the head while I turn her over.

Claire usually does this bit.

When can I go?

I've waited so long to have
these conversations with you.

Just tell me when I can go.

Once you tell me how much Claire knew.

Please give me a hand.

If you really wish to harm me,

I can't possibly hide from you, can I?

You have the advantage now.

So curious.

Wake up, Elizabeth.

Darling, wake up.

Elizabeth!

Are you her legal guardian?

I'm the only family she has left.

Well, then, I am fine
to release her to you,

but I'm afraid I have to file a report.

I apologize.

Is that absolutely necessary...

Claire, let me speak with the detective.

You've been through enough.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

With Detective Logan silenced,
we proceeded with our tests.

One week later, she was dead.

Henry, what happened?

I found her face down on the pillows.

She must have suffocated.

How?

I don't know.

We need to run more tests.

Find out why her body shut down.

The questions
I had I never asked,

partly because I didn't
want to believe it,

partly because when we analyzed her cells,

we discovered the
neurodegeneration had returned.

I had failed.

The dataflow resulting from the large

sequencing throughout required...

all four mutations altered

only the C-terminal
portion of the genes...

in nuclear shape due to the
mutated gene resulting in...

makes the nucleus unstable, the results...

cellular instability appears...

interestingly, after
the splicing correction,

the HGPS cells show...

defect is found in process
and causes damage itself...

10 hours every day for the next six months

until we had exhausted every combination.

When the inevitable
happened, I was ready for it.

I initiated it.

I think we should
turn off the machines, Claire.

We can't do that.

It's not working.

I've wasted so many years of my life

like a fool.

I was still a lunatic.

Or a husband in love.

You have no right to be this good to me.

Finally we agree on something.

Come here.

Let's try this again.

Quid pro quo.

Do you know what that means?

I don't think you do.

It's Latin.

Is it Latin for fuck off?

Means an equal exchange.

I give you something.

And you give me something in return.

I want to know what she says about me.

In exchange for which, I'll
tell you about yourself.

What if I don't want to know?

It's built into your
DNA to want to know.

It's your nature.

What does she say?

Doesn't say anything about you.

What does she write about?

She initiated an affair with Henry

after the death of the third

subject.

After he choked her.

She had her doubts, but she didn't ask,

because she failed at figuring the code.

She didn't fail.

He corrupted the samples.

How would you know?

Because I know him.

So she figures it out.

You want to know if you're cured.

Quid pro quo.

Yes.

She reversed the neurodegeneration.

You're all clear.

You all lived here until you were eight,

hidden from the world, never allowed out.

I was sent to boarding school.

Came back the summer I turned 12,

and there was just one of you here.

The second Elizabeth.

The first, he killed.

You and the others were in your tanks.

I didn't know this at the time, of course.

I pieced it all together later.

Like you, I wasn't allowed
in the forbidden room.

That summer, you were the prettiest,

strangest creature I ever saw.

And how would you know if you're blind?

I wasn't, then.

I told you all my secrets,

and you told me about your nightmares.

And he couldn't stand it.

Us being together, being children.

And one night I spied on the two of you,

and you were standing perfectly still,

like a little doll,

holding up your skirt and asking him

what he was doing at every step.

And him, kissing you everywhere.

I couldn't stand it, so I confronted him.

That night, Henry attacked me in my sleep.

And later he claimed it was

an electrical fire that made me blind.

I hated him touching you.

But you didn't mind at all.

That wasn't me.

Oliver, that wasn't me.

Just as I had initiated it,

I brought the affair to and end.

Not that it ever had a
chance of being anything more

than colleagues letting off steam.

Not that it could ever compete with...

It's Elizabeth's birthday today.

Yes, I remember.

May I ask you something?

Ask.

Have you ever been in love?

Intense, passionate love?

The kind where you swear
to protect that person

and care for them your whole life?

Till death do you part?

Isn't that the fine print, though?

When you exchange marriage vows,

you sign up for the long haul.

Conflict and pain and guilt and longing,

in sickness and in health, et cetera.

Not for an accident

that decimates your
beloved two years later.

That is not the deal you made with fate.

We are, each of us, an eventual tragedy.

What is it you want, Henry?

Really want?

I'm afraid of what I want.

That's never stopped you before.

I want to relive my wedding night.

You want to fuck young adoring flesh

that never grows old?

Now, don't be crass, Claire.

It's not that.

I want to experience that euphoria again.

I wish you had known her.

She was the real thing.

A force...

For joy.

You've told me.

A few hundred times.

You understand it
has nothing to do with us.

You don't believe me,

but I meant it when I said there is no us.

I have to experience it again.

And if you have any reservations, Claire...

If feeling sick to my
stomach is a reservation.

Fine.

I can see it through on my own.

Perhaps

you should leave.

We are defined by the choices we make.

Why didn't I go?

Can't find any record of
Elizabeth giving birth.

Professor Oliver Eccleston was the name

of your very first mentor at Fielding.

It's a bit sentimental,
but that's you all over.

I want us to grow old together,

but I thought what if
she doesn't want this

decaying old body?

What if she yearns for
what she fell in love with?

A younger me.

He's not your son, is he?

Oliver is you.

But he doesn't know it.

Oh my God.

Wake up.

What are you doing?

Tell me.

Tell you what?

You know what I need to know.

Where have you been the last two days?

Busy.

What happened to your hand?

Nothing.

Well, it's bleeding.

I bumped into something.

Oh, you're bleeding a lot.

It was sharp.

Quit stalling.

What does she write about me?

She thinks you're Henry.

But you're not.

You're lying.

I can hear it in your voice.

Henry showed her the birth certificate,

had her call the doctor.

You are not his clone, you're his son,

so you can hate his guts if
you want, but you're not him.

You can be whoever you want.

I hated him so much.

We both did.

But now he's gone,

and we are defined by the choices we make.

You love me, don't you?

I always have.

So why don't you show me?

Boy, you learn fast.

You saw him touching me.

It made you very jealous.

Now he's gone.

And you can touch me.

We've both been held captive by a monster.

We deserve something good.

I'm right here, but you
have to come closer.

So you could attack me?

No.

So you can use those shears

and cut off my underwear
and make me yours.

Don't be scared.

I won't bite.

Closer.

I can feel your heartbeat.

It's beating so fast.

Show me you love me.

Drop the shears!

The code.

The real door code!

Three three one four seven four.

Again!

Three three
one four seven four.

Now the key to this thing!

I should kill you.

I wish I could
make things better for you.

I hate everything about you!

Stop it!

Stop right now!

Oh no.

Elizabeth, thank God.

Who are you?

I'm Elizabeth.

No, you're not.

Henry, who is she?

Henry, no.

He's not Henry.

He's Oliver.

Don't listen to her.

She's sick in the head, my love.

I don't know what he's told you,

but there's nothing wrong with me.

This is very heavy.

So please put it down.

You have the rifle?

I have the rifle.

And it's very heavy.

Tell her to get on her belly.

Why does she look like me?

She is an imposter.

She's very dangerous.

She's our enemy.

No, I don't know what he's told you,

but you an I are not enemies, okay?

He's the enemy.

We're prisoners here.

You hear how crazy she sounds?

He won't let us out of the house.

That's all I want to do.

I just want to go.

But he had me chained in here, look.

I swear to you.

I swear to you, look.

Is that true?

Yes, it's true, but...

I had to.

To keep her from hurting herself.

She insists on going outside.

Doesn't want to believe
that the air is not safe!

What? No!

Get on your belly.

Forehead on the floor.

No.

Elizabeth, please put that down.

Do it.

There's absolutely nothing
wrong with the air outside.

Forehead on the floor!

She's down, Henry.

Now what?

Please don't hurt him!

Elizabeth, put it down.

Put it down.

I can explain everything.

Let him go!

Tell her!

Tell her not to shoot!

I'm sorry.

I love you so much.

You will get him killed.

You don't understand
what's really going on.

Now put it down.
- Please don't.

Let him go.

You and I are the same.

Please, I beg you.

You dreamt you would

meet a brilliant man.
- Please don't.

Please.
- You will steal

his breath away.
- Please stop.

And he in turn would steal
you away from everything ugly

into a secret world of our own.

Elizabeth.

Henry?

I'm here.

Is everything all right?

I thought I heard...

I've renegotiated
your contract on your behalf.

I trust you'll find the
changes satisfactory.

What did you do to her?

There's a
title transfer as well.

Everything I own will be yours

so that you can continue your research.

I wouldn't go down there, Claire.

I'm calling the police.

Call them.

What would you tell them?

A murder has occurred?

Who has died, ma'am?

Most women hate being called ma'am.

It's why men call them it.

Who has been murdered?

Someone who died years ago?

Are you intoxicated, ma'am?

Have you been drinking?

Are you off your medication, ma'am?

Who are you?

I didn't set out to kill the very person

I've spent my life trying to revive.

It just happened.

Isn't that a remarkable phrase?

It

just

happened.

Elizabeth was mine, gave herself
of her own free will to me,

I have it in writing, and she died.

But now

she brings me joy.

Out of the reach of man's law.

Out of reality as we know it.

By dying

over

and over

and

no one need know about it.

I feel no shame.

There's no consequence.

You're so sick.

Maybe.

But

these versions of her,

they're not my Elizabeth.

And the look in their eyes.

Somewhere in them, they all
knew it wasn't going to work.

It was only through the act

of destroying them

that they finally felt real to me.

Henry.

This has to stop.

Unquestionably.

I'll do my utmost, Claire.

Elizabeth.

Welcome home, Claire.

Home.

You've earned it.

So do something good with it.

I dreamt I
would meet a brilliant man.

I would steal his breath
away and he, in turn,

would steal me away from everything ugly

into a secret world of our own.

But I'm awake now.