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Who is there?

Mrs. Gray, Milord.

Oh.

What do you want?

Afternoon tea is ready.

I don't want it.

But sir, you haven't eaten in days.

I'm not hungry.

Milord, I must insist,

otherwise perhaps a visit from Father Steven

or the physician.

Why?

I'm perfectly well.

Pardon my frankness, sir,

but you don't seem well.

This has been going on for weeks.

Something must be troubling you.

Something is.

You.

Leave me, Mrs. Gray.

No more.

I won't have it anymore!

This has to stop!

You hear me?

Stop!

Stop. Please.

Stop.

It's not in my head.

It's not.

I won't allow it!

No more!

Stop it!

Fine.

You win.

I'm sorry, Charlie.

This is it, Mother.

Yes, this is it.

Lady Abbington.

Welcome to Dolorige Manor.

It is so big.

There's more space in the country

than there is in London.

Father wanted us to live here

forever?

That was his hope. Yes, but...

things change.

Where are the rest of the staff Mrs. Gray?

They were dismissed, Milady.

Only myself and the grounds man left

to look after the household.

Oh, for what reason?

His lordship did not make me privy

to that information, ma'am.

Well, that will make things easier

once the estate is sold.

You're planning to sell?

Of course.

Oh, please understand it's nothing personal, Mrs. Gray.

It's a financial decision.

Well, the Manor, it's been in the family for generations.

Apologies, Milady. That were out of turn.

As I was saying, things change.

Is there somewhere I can put my flowers?

Certainly. The parlor room will do nicely.

Follow me.

However long you reside at Dolorige Manor,

it is my duty to make you feel at home.

I shall prepare some tea.

You must be thirsty after your long journey.

No, really, there's no...

Some sandwiches too, perhaps.

What filling would be preferable, young Master?

Um, cheese, please.

Very good. I'll see to it.

Pardon me.

Why is it so quiet in here?

Well, it's a large empty house.

I don't think anyone besides Mrs. Gray

has been in here since your father...

You can say it, Mother.

Since Father died.

Is this where it happened?

What?

Where father died.

Was it in here?

No, no, it wasn't in here.

I can put my flowers here, then.

That's better.

Quite.

Hello?

Come out, kitty, kitty.

Come on.

It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.

That's it.

Out you come.

You don't need to be afraid.

Are you...

Master Charles!

I have to go.

Here, have this.

So you're not all alone in the dark.

Bye.

Coming!

Do I have to?

Yes, Charlie. Your education is of the utmost importance.

But why can't I just go to school

like I used to?

We can't afford your boarding school

at the moment.

The only money we have left is what your father left us.

So, until we leave here,

you'll have to settle for tutoring.

Besides, don't you want to spend time with your dear mother?

I suppose.

There will be other children at tutoring.

Yes, of course.

Mrs. Gray's relatives

and the grounds man's children or the like.

You'll find out today, I expect.

Are you ready?

I think so.

Mm. Of course you are.

Hello, there.

You must be Charles.

Hello.

And that must make you...

Grace Abbington.

Wonderful to meet you, Lady Abbington.

My name is Ms. Hawthorn.

I will be tutoring Charlie.

So I've heard.

And how are you settling in?

Just fine.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

It can't have been.

I don't care much for Latin,

but Ms. Hawthorn says we only have to do a few lessons a week.

What did you do today, Mother?

Oh, I organized your father's study.

Hmm.

Was it dreadfully dusty?

Father was never very good at tidying, was he?

Can I see it?

What?

Father's study.

I would like to see.

Tomorrow, of course.

I suppose.

Mother, are you unhappy?

Pardon?

If you wish to share your thoughts,

Ms. Hawthorn says I'm a good listener.

Thank you, Charlie. But I'm perfectly content with my book.

You certain?

I am.

I'm hungry.

It's rather late for a snack, Charlie.

How about if I had an apple?

Very well.

You can fetch one from the kitchen.

But you must take it upstairs

and get ready for bed.

I will.

I'll be up in a few moments to say goodnight.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie?

For goodness' sake.

It's all right. You have it all.

I brought it for you.

That's it.

Do you like it?

Hmm.

What are you doing down here, Charlie?

I was just sitting.

Who were you talking to?

Is something the matter, Mother?

No, I'm not sure why you're down here.

I told you to go upstairs and get ready for bed.

-I just came... -No excuses.

Come upstairs, please.

Could I just...

I won't ask again, Charles.

Yes, Mother.

You shouldn't be coming down here.

It's freezing.

I think I know why Father liked it here.

Oh?

So quite.

It's not so busy like London.

There is always so much to see

when we go on our walks with Miss Hawthorn.

Is that so?

Thank you, Mrs. Gray.

And what do your peers make of Ms. Hawthorn's walks?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

I haven't really asked.

I don't really enjoy spending time with them.

Surely, there must be someone you get along with.

No, not really.

But I've made another friend.

A better friend.

Mm.

A better friend?

Yes.

Down in the basement.

Mm. This is good.

Indeed. Mrs. Gray must have known that this was your favorite.

Did you, Ms. Gray?

Indeed, young Master. His Lordship told me.

How lovely.

Most struggling thing is that I know now 13 horses.

No one else can do 13 horses.

Not too far, Charlie. Stay where we can see you.

Oh, leave him. He's having fun.

I will never tire with that.

Mother, Father, come quickly.

Come see what I found.

We're coming.

Look, the lake is frozen.

You know, I fell through the ice here once.

Really?

Yes, maybe a little younger than you.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

What is it?

Who's down there?

I warn you. I'm armed.

Pull yourself together.

[suspenseful

Charlie?

Charlie. Where are you?

Charlie!

Get away from him!

Charlie. Charlie, wake up.

Wake up.

Mother? What's going on?

What are you doing down here? It's the middle of the night.

I had a nightmare.

If you had a nightmare, why did you not come to me?

Well, I don't want to wake you.

So, you came down here instead.

Yes.

I wanted to be near my friend.

Is your friend here now?

Yes.

They're always here.

Come upstairs please. I don't like you being down here.

But Mother, please. I...

If you have a nightmare, you come to me.

I have no quarrel with you waking me up.

Yes, Mother.

Come, now.

This is no place for a child to sleep.

Afternoon tea, Milady.

Thank you, Mrs. Gray.

You asked me to bring an extra cup.

Indeed. Um...

I would like you to join me, Mrs. Gray.

Oh, is there a problem, ma'am?

No, no problem.

I wanted to have a word about the house.

The Manor.

If I could be quite candid with you, Mrs. Gray,

I would like to discuss the state of the finances.

I do not think that's appropriate, ma'am.

Everything is in disarray.

There are demands here.

Debts I wasn't even aware of.

It's become quite clear that James was not

keeping up with his work appointments

or his payments

and I'm lost, quite frankly.

You've known James since he was a child.

Correct?

He would visit his uncle on occasion.

When his mother would allow.

And when he moved to the Manor permanently,

did you notice any melancholia then?

I only ask because it was quite unusual

for James to be so disorganized.

I'm trying to understand what happened.

On first arrival, his lordship was most amicable with the staff.

And did his temperament change?

I'm afraid so, Milady.

He began to withdraw from public life.

He stopped receiving guests, or checking on the renovations of the property.

Became very curt with the staff,

reclusive towards the end, if you understand me.

If you don't mind me saying, Milady,

I do not think his lordship's melancholia

was due to the difficulties between yourselves.

Indeed, he was most positive

about the idea of you and Master Charles joining him.

As I'm sure you're aware, the Abbington's have a history of low spirits.

I am well aware.

But James, he was never like his uncle. He was...

Regardless, I'm not sure how this helps me settle the outstanding accounts.

Maybe his family could help.

They would visit often. Lady Esme lives but a...

short ride away.

Yes, I'm well aware.

I would rather not involve Lady Abbington.

Though I thank you for the suggestion.

Well, if I can be of any more assistance, ma'am.

I need to prepare supper.

Mrs. Gray.

Did James ever venture into the woods?

I'm not sure I follow, ma'am.

The woods.

The end of the Manor.

Did he go riding or take walks there?

I saw him a few times, ma'am.

I did not want to pry or ask what he was doing.

The woods are best avoided, I think.

You wouldn't want to stumble.

The trees make it easy to get lost.

Careful, children.

What are you playing?

A game.

I can see that. What's the game?

It's called Jacks.

How do you play?

Just pick up the jacks.

Why you playing by yourself?

I want to.

You're incredibly odd, did you know that?

I'm not surprised you don't have any friends.

There. Nice and warm.

Just what you needed after a long day.

I'm going to have my bath now.

Do you want to stay here and read,

or would you like some more milk before bed?

Some more milk.

Go downstairs and find Mrs. Gray.

She'll be in the kitchen, I expect.

Good evening, Master Charles.

What can I do for you?

Could I have some more milk, please?

Mother said I'm allowed.

Certainly. Run along now. Won't be long.

Thank you.

I think you're being rather hasty about this.

Oh, I'm being hasty.

Fine talk coming from you, James.

If you could give me a moment to explain. For us to discuss...

There's nothing to discuss!

You should have thought of the consequences the moment you...

How many times must I apologize for one mistake?

I have accepted the fault of my actions.

Can't undo them, Grace.

You wouldn't even give me the opportunity to make things right with...

Because there's no way you can, James!

What about Charlie?

He will stay here with me.

He's my son, Grace.

He's mine too, James.

You may choose to move to your family's estate, James.

My estate, Grace.

Dolorige was left to me, alone.

If your grievances are with my mother's proximity...

My grievance is with you, James!

I will never give up on us.

"There was no choice. He was going to have to crawl through the tunnel."

"Christopher lowered himself onto his hands and knees

and started to crawl forwards."

Where did you go?

I told you not to do that.

Settle down.

Where was I?

Here it is.

"Christopher lowered himself onto his hands and knees

and started to crawl forwards into the dark black hole."

I think that's enough for today. My mother will be expecting me.

- I will come back. I won't read anymore without you.

If I don't go, I'll be in trouble.

Go on.

Oh.

Ow! Let go!

I'm not going to read anymore without you.

Ow!

Let go!

Ow!

Now look what you've done.

And I have to hide this.

Begging your pardon, ma'am,

but a carriage is approaching the house.

Carriage?

We made no plans to see visitors today.

I believe it is Lady Abbington, ma'am.

For goodness' sake.

Are they close?

Moments away.

Trust Esme to invite herself.

Charlie is upstairs in his bedroom.

See to it that he's appropriately dressed.

Right away, ma'am.

What a surprise this is.

Forgive the intrusion, Grace.

I said we should have called ahead. But Mother insisted.

No. You are always welcome here.

It's wonderful to see you, Thomas.

And you, dear Florence, how have you been?

Well, Aunt Grace, Mother send her love to you and cousin Charlie.

She was sad not to be able to join us today.

Thank you, Florence.

Lady Esme.

You look tired, Grace.

Thank you for your concern, my Lady,

but I'm quite well.

Shall we go inside?

How have you been, my Lady?

Cold. That journey is awful.

I'd have much preferred had you brought Charles to visit us.

But I expect that's asking too much.

Now, now, Mother. Grace and Charlie have only recently arrived in the north.

I'm sure Grace planned to visit once they settled into their new home.

Of course.

Where's Charlie, Aunt Grace?

Can I go and say hello to him?

Of course. He's down in the parlor room.

Just down there. We'll meet you in a moment.

I noticed you and Charles did not attend church Sunday last, Grace.

Oh, an oversight on my part, my Lady.

In the move up north, I lost all track of days.

Mm.

We will be in attendance, of course,

every week.

Good.

It's very dusty in here, isn't it?

Have the staff been taking privileges with you, Grace?

Well, we only have one member of household staff at present.

Pardon?

It seems that James dismissed the rest of the staff when he...

And do you intend keeping it that way?

Indeed. There seems no point in hiring new members of staff

when our time here will be limited.

Limited?

Dolorige Manor will be on the market by the end of the month.

And, with any luck, it will sell before the summer.

Sell?

Don't be obtuse, Thomas.

Of course, she's selling.

Why would Grace want to ensure that Charles

remains near the rest of his family

or indeed keep a property that is so integral to her husband's heritage?

That's unkind, Mother

I assume the house is simply too large

for such a small household.

Thank you, Thomas. Exactly.

Shall we go into the parlor room?

And where's my favorite grandson?

-Hello, Grandmama. -Ooh!

What are you doing playing on the floor?

-You'll ruin your clothes. -That's not true...

Charlie. I did tell you to play on the table.

Uh, don't blame Charles for your own failings, Grace.

Let's move on, shall we?

Grace, glad to see you and Charlie settling into your new home.

Oh.

How have you been finding things?

Good, thank you. Um...

Charlie started his new tutor group.

They have lessons in the dining room most days.

How do you find your new peers, Charlie?

Good, I suppose.

Papa, can I show Charlie the new game now?

The one we brought.

Oh. Um...

Yes, of course.

Wow, this looks fun.

It's called chess.

Do you wanna play? I can teach you the rules.

Chess is a wonderful game.

How about I check on Mrs. Gray for our lunch?

Yes. And a cup of tea wouldn't go amiss either, Grace.

Of course.

Thomas, can I get you anything?

Thomas?

Forgive me. I was deep in thought.

What was the question?

Do pay attention, dear.

Do you want something to drink?

I'm having a tea.

Oh, um, I'll have a tea, please.

-You can't put the knight there. -Why?

Because they can only move a certain way.

Remember? Like this.

How is Cynthia?

She's well.

The doctors have put her on bed rest.

She's eight months along now, if I'm not mistaken.

She is indeed.

Bless her.

Does she have any idea of whether it's a...

Have you had enough to eat yet, Charles?

Yes, I'm content. Thank you.

He is looking thin, Grace.

-Is he? -Mm.

Remind me when we get back, Thomas,

to write a check for Grace.

I haven't brought my checkbook with me.

Pardon me. Why?

Well, to buy Charles some new clothes, of course.

I mean, James's inheritance is clearly being mishandled.

I'm not exactly sure where the funds are being spent.

-Mother. -Hmm?

I know.

Let's get out of here. I want to show you something.

And what about his injuries?

That's enough, Mother.

What?

The scratches on his arms.

Where have they come from?

Have you hurt him?

No. No, Esme, of course I haven't hurt Charlie.

I mean, that kind of punishment

might be commonplace where you are from

but it is not within society.

-I shall be forced to act if it was you. -How could you?

Well, if it wasn't you, it must have been a child

in that dreadful new tutor group you've enrolled him into.

Honestly, I don't know what James was thinking

leaving Charles with you.

Mother, stop now.

What were you thinking, bringing up James?

We agreed not to talk about it.

So, I'm not allowed to talk about my son now?

My grandson's father?

It's uncouth, Mother.

Especially given the nature of the situation.

Don't patronize me, Thomas.

Grace is doing everything she can for Charlie.

I really don't see what all the fuss is about.

I'm simply being honest with Grace.

You're making an already difficult situation harder.

Grace is going above and beyond for Charlie.

Well, she should be doing more. What with James...

Come now.

We agreed not to talk about James.

-Especially after what he did. -Yes

Well, James was clearly in distress.

I mean, one has to wonder what his wife was doing in London

-that could have caused him-- -Mother, stop!

Oh!

Where did you come from?

I was showing Florence something.

Where?

Charlie, where?

In the basement.

Hear me, oh, Lord.

Pardon his sins.

Deliver him from evil.

Let him into Your kingdom.

Lord.

Pull yourself together.

Pull yourself together.

You're a gentleman.

You're a gentleman.

Florence!

Where are you?

Down here, Papa!

What are you doing down there?

I thought I told you not to go down into the basement

I know, but why?

Because it's not safe.

And when I tell you to do something, you should do it.

I know, but...

Grandmama Esme

told me you had some scratches on your arm.

Is that true?

Charlie.

Show me.

Who did this to you?

Is it someone in your tutor group?

It was just an accident

Who did it?

You'll be cross.

Charlie, please just tell me.

Florence! Florence!

-What happened? -Papa... tried to fight!

Down there!

He saw it!

His head!

Stay here!

Stay here!

Thomas!

Thomas! Thomas!

Thomas. Look at me. Look at me. Thomas.

Thomas, what happened?

Tell me.

I thought Florence was...

No, Thomas. Thomas.

I'm here. I'm here.

Stay with me.

-I thought I saw Florence. -Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

That's...

That's...

It's...

Sitting in the...

What is that?

It's still here.

What is it?

Thomas. Thomas, no! No! No! No!

Thomas, stay with me!

No!

Thomas?

Thomas? No!

Thomas, Grace, what is happening down there?

Florence is distraught.

God, in Heaven! What is this?

I... I don't know what happened.

I came down and I think he's dead.

We need to call for somebody.

-No, you did this! -What? No!

Yeah, you did this, didn't you? James wasn't enough!

You have had to take my Thomas from me as well.

Oh, my poor boys!

No, no, no. I think he hit his head!

You're a monster!

We should never have come here!

I am calling the authorities!

Esme, no!

No. No. No.

Thank you for your patience, Lady Abbington.

We've removed the body.

And Father Steven has cleared the area.

Am I... under arrest?

Not presently. However, the circumstances are suspicious.

And as the only one present at the time of his lordship's death...

You spoke to Esme.

Lady Esme Abbington gave a statement, yes.

She said I did it, didn't she?

Anything witnesses have said to me

is considered private and confidential, ma'am.

-But I... -I cannot discuss the details of our investigation

with someone who is under suspicion.

But I can say that we have not yet decided on our line of inquiry.

Did you find anything down there?

I saw something, some creature.

-A hallucination caused by the stress, I imagine. -No.

I must ask you to stay within the grounds of your estate

for the next few weeks, Milady.

Whatever for?

As a precaution while we complete the autopsy

and finalize our reports.

News travels fast around here

and there are some who will be quick to hold you accountable.

But I didn't do anything!

Well, if that's true, you'll comply with us.

A constable will be posted outside the manor.

But the scratches...

You did search the entire basement?

Thoroughly. Stay within the manor grounds, ma'am.

Wait to hear from my office

and let's hope, for your son's sake,

that results find you innocent of any wrongdoing.

I'll be leaving now, ma'am. If you need anything, do not hesitate to send for us.

Mother! It just, it's not fair! You don't understand!

I understand better than you do, Charlie.

That basement is clearly no place for a child.

I just...

As per your request.

Where did you get this?

No, Mother.

No, Mother! Don't, Mother, please!

That's enough, Charlie!

That should do it.

Why? It's just not fair.

Pull yourself together, Charlie!

I'm serious. No more going into the basement.

I am the only person who has a key to that lock

and that is the way it's going to stay. Do you understand?

Yes, Mother.

Good.

Of course it is.

This way. That's it

Oh! Good morning, ma'am.

Who is this?

The constable sent to be stationed at the manor, ma'am.

Lady Abbington.

I thought you were to be stationed outside, not inside.

I am, ma'am.

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

The constable wanted a cup of tea.

I invited him in.

Oh, Mrs. Gray was doing me a kindness, ma'am.

But I don't wish a disturb your morning.

Well, thank you, Mrs. Gray,

for ensuring the constable is comfortable.

See to it he has what he needs for his station

outside.

Mother.

Yes, Charlie.

I had a thought

that maybe I could miss tutoring today.

Miss tutoring?

Whatever for?

Because after yesterday,

I thought we could spend some time together

and talk about what happened about Father.

There's no need to talk about any of that unpleasantness, Charlie.

The authorities have it handled.

-I know, but... -Besides,

it may help you take your mind off things if that's what you need.

Aren't you studying maps this week?

-We are, but as... -There you go.

You don't want to miss such a fascinating topic.

-Mother, please... -That's the end of the discussion, Charlie.

I feel bad we locked the basement.

You feel bad?

Yes.

My friend is still stuck down there.

Charlie.

There is no one in the basement.

I looked.

The authority searched the entire room.

Now, let's get you ready for tutoring.

Ms. Hawthorn and the other children be here, soon.

Hello, Odd Ball. What are you drawing?

None of your business, Edward.

Why did the police come here yesterday?

Edward, leave me alone.

I heard it 'cause someone died in there.

In your house.

It was, wasn't it?

Who was it?

So, you're cursed. Or is your house cursed?

No wonder I hate doing lessons in your dining room.

Nobody's cursed. It's just an accident.

The same way what happened to your father was an accident.

People have been saying your father had a gun.

-Be quiet, Edward. -Is it true?

They all talk about it in the market.

They say your father was wrong in the head.

I'm warning you. Just leave me alone.

Was it an accident that your father shot himself?

Or was on purpose?

Why are you doing this?

Just wanna know if it's true.

No wonder your father took his own life.

I would too if had to be around you all the time.

No!Charlie, no!

I came as soon as I...

What is the meaning of this?

Should we step inside, Milady?

Mrs. Gray, could you watch them please?

Certainly.

Milady.

I hope I can speak candidly with you.

Mrs. Gray mentioned there was a fight.

Yes, Charlie...

Charlie did what?

Well, he...

He attacked Edward.

We had to pull Charlie off him.

He hit Edward repeatedly.

How did this happen?

I'm not sure, yet.

Charlie must have been provoked.

The details about how it started are unclear.

He wouldn't do this out of the blue.

And who is Edward?

Are they friends? Charlie never mentioned him.

Edward is...

...Mrs. Gray's great-nephew, ma'am.

I believe there's been some animosity between the boys for a while, sadly.

What does that mean?

Edward can be quite boisterous.

So, he has been antagonizing my son,

and Charlie stood up to him.

What did Charlie say?

I don't believe it's that simple.

What did Charlie say?

He mentioned that Edward was asking questions about his father.

Unbelievable. How dare he!

Milady, please.

They are children. They are bound to ask questions.

That boy should know his place.

There was something else I wanted to discuss with you

about Charlie's behavior.

What about it?

Would you

wait for a moment please, Milady?

Thank you.

I wanted to speak to you about these.

Charlie has been drawing some disturbing imagery in his books.

The children sketch in these all the time

despite my requests for them to keep the margins tidy.

But these I found particularly troubling.

I thought there may be cause to raise these with you

considering what Charlie has been through

and the nature of his father's passing.

No, no. That's all in the past

Charlie has moved on from that. We both have.

I think you should take a look.

I'm concerned that these may be images of demons, Milady.

Has Charlie mentioned any nightmares

or voices at all?

Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Ms. Hawthorn.

Can I keep these?

Sit down.

Would you like to tell me about this?

I've already explained. He was talking about Father.

This is not a discussion about you hitting that other boy, Charlie.

It's a discussion about these.

My drawings?

Yes, Ms. Hawthorn brought them to my attention.

She was concerned. And to be frank, I am too

What is this?

It's just my friend.

I like to draw. That's all.

I will return in a moment.

I don't believe it

Mother.

I heard a noise.

What happened?

Did you do this?

No.

Did you ask Mrs. Gray to break the lock

so you could go down there again?

-Mother, no, I didn't. -Charlie, I'm warning you!

James?

Mother, what is it?

Mother.

Mother, what is it?

Nothing. Charlie. It's nothing.

James. No.

What's going on?

Stay there, Charlie. Do you hear me?

Stay there.

James!

James!

Why are you doing this?

James.

"Grace, the things in this house I have seen."

"It's not safe."

"Believe me. Please, believe me."

"It's not safe. Stay away."

"It watches me all..."

"Believe me. Believe me. It is not safe. Stay away."

Charlie.

Charlie?

Charlie. Have you...

Charlie!

He just wouldn't stop talking about Father. Then...

Charlie!

Charlie, get back upstairs this instant.

No, I need to be here.

Oh, Charlie, please listen to me.

You must come upstairs. It isn't safe down here.

But nowhere is safe.

Everyone thinks we are cursed.

Everyone leaves me. I hate it.

I hate how it makes me feel.

Charlie, please listen to me.

No. Why should I?

Get away from him!

Charlie I'm sorry. I'm sorry you've been feeling this way,

but you must listen to me. There is something down here.

I know.

There's always been something down here.

It's been my friend.

Remember?

You couldn't see him before.

But you can now.

I don't know if that thing has been talking to you.

But whatever it is, it's not your friend.

-But I've... -Leave now!

Go and find the constable.

I... I don't understand.

I think it killed your father and it killed Uncle Thomas.

Thomas fell. That was, that was just an accident.

No! No, it wasn't.

That thing is not your friend

It is a monster, Charlie. And you cannot trust it.

Go! Now!

I don't want to leave you.

You must! I'll be right behind you.

Go, go, go, go!

No!

Oh, fuck!

Leave us alone!

Help!

Charlie? Charlie, are you in there?

Yes, I'm here. Mother. Are you all right?

Fine, I'm fine. I'm fine, Charlie.

I want to come out.

No, no. You mustn't come out.

You need to stay safe.

I want to help you.

Mother!

I'm sorry, Charlie.

I'll come back for you.

I think you need to trap it.

- What? - In the basement.

You have to trap it in the basement.

It told me it wanted to get out. I didn't realize.

The basement it is.

You want to get to him?

Go through me first, I dare you!

You will never hurt my son again!

Leave us alone!

I said leave us alone!

Come out now, young Master.

Ms. Gray, what's been going on?

She will need you now.

Mother!

Mother, are you alright?

Oh. Charlie.

I'm alright.

I think it's gone.

I think we're safe.

I thought something had happened to you.

It's been so long. I'm sorry, Charlie.

I should've listened to you.

I should have.

I'll always be here for you, Charlie.

Always.

We can talk about your father.

We can talk about Thomas, anything you need.

I understand now.

Mother, your hand.

It doesn't hurt.

Milady.

I trust you are well.

Well enough. Thank you.

I'm scared, Mother.

My darling boy, it's over now.

No need to be scared.

Shall I prepare some supper?

You must be hungry.

Yes, please, Mrs. Gray.

And there were a letter.

An inquiry from someone interested in purchasing the property.

Throw it away, Mrs. Gray.

This is our home now

Very good, Milady.

Everything's going to be just fine.