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Thank you.

Crimson Rose, it is a pleasure to see
you again, finally.

And a warm welcome to Blackrock Manor.

Silas, take her things to her room.

for someone like you?

Is it boring?

Ah.

Please excuse me.

This is the mistress of the house. My
charming wife, Eliza.

How

do you

do, Lady Whitley? It's madam to you. My
apologies, madam.

Eliza? The fine young maid we have been
so eagerly awaiting.

Miss Gauteta Crimson Rose.

Yes, I could see she was the maid,
Hargan.

Besides, it's rather rare to get
visitors all the way out here.

I trust your journey was pleasant.

Well, let's not waste my time standing
around. I'll give her the tour.

I'd very much like that.

It's not for you to like.

It's a necessity.

I have many house rules. I don't wish to
repeat more than one.

I'll show her around, Eliza.

You shall certainly not, Hagen. You have
matters to attend.

Come along, Cordetta.

Darling.

The house has 32 rooms.

In time, you will learn your way around,
but you are not to go exploring.

Cordetta.

What's on the top floor?

That's the door to the attic.

The door to remain locked at all times
and is out of bounds for you and the

children.

Come along, I'll show you to your room.

My goodness, this room is bigger than my
father's house. I don't doubt it.

But it's not me you have to thank.

My husband looks far too kindly upon the
servants in this house.

Wretched groundskeeper Silas included.

I hadn't expected this kindness from
him.

Hagen is stubborn in his demands, but
believe me...

He does not know kindness.

Listen to me closely, Cordessa.

My husband is a sick man with an
unhinged mind, and whilst he may seem

more welcoming compared to me, my duty
is to run this house and to raise our

children, tasks for which he offers
little help.

His charm is but a trail of breadcrumbs
which you'd be wise not to

follow.

Mind your business while you're here.

You may enter, Silas.

You can start by unpacking her things.
Put what clothes she has in the

Oh, no, no, please.

That's most kind, but I'd rather unpack
myself.

Please, girl.

You haven't got time to waste.

We've got a lot of ground to cover, and
I want you started right away.

Please.

Be careful.

That's very precious to me.

What's that?

My pocket watch.

A broken pocket watch.

One more fit to belong to a rich man
rather than a young maid.

What use is a broken pocket watch?

It belongs to my brother.

It's very special to me.

And it's everything I have of him.

Well, as long as you have a...

functional timekeeping device to
accompany it. I run a strict schedule in

house and I will not tolerate lateness.

Be careful with the rest of her clutter,
will you?

Children.

Your father wishes me to introduce you
to our new maid.

Her name is Cordetta. But you may call
her an English name if you prefer.

This is Agatha.

Evelyn, my youngest, and my son, Adriel.

Pleasure to meet you children.

But mother, she's black.

She's your father's choice, Agatha.

And we must respect his decision.

He has asked you to make her feel
welcome. Welcome?

But doesn't she know what happened here?
Adriel! She soon will. Her ghost still

walks the hall at night. That's quite
enough of your nonsense.

Sorry, Mother.

Cordessa will serve supper at seven o
'clock.

I want you to be at the table and
waiting for prayer.

Yes, Mother.

Now back to your studying.

Evelyn, I would like you to show
Cordessa back to her room. She has

unpack.

This is yours.

Thank you, Evelyn.

It's not true, you know.

About the ghosts?

They like to tease.

I don't believe in ghosts, Evelyn.

But if I did, they wouldn't scare me
half as much as they're living.

I recognise that watch.

Well, I imagine it's a common make.

But to me, it can't be replaced.

I apologise if I seemed rude before.

It's not a common make.

I knew a man, a very wealthy nobleman,
who owned one peculiarly

similar.

May I ask, were your brother acquired
it?

No, you may not.

Do not touch my things.

You know, the last maid died in that
room.

It's an old house.

I'm sure lots of people died here.

But how many were murdered?

Murdered?

It took a lot of hard work to clean the
blood from those floorboards.

Even the room below, when the gore
trickled through.

Drenchpot had ruined the place.

You'd do well to steer clear of Lady
Whipley.

When she gets into a fit of jealous
rage, armed with a straight razor, she

be deadly.

Get out, of course.

The room's all yours.

Not long after my arrival...

we were joined by a new member of the
house.

Damien de Haan was to be engaged to
Agatha, at the stern request of Lady

Whitley, and I soon became a part of
this strange family and a part of Black

Rock Manor.

On the first day of every month, she
would leave the house to visit her twin

sister who lived in the village far
below, and she would return with

everything the family might need.

It was merely days before my treasured
pocket watch went missing whilst I

and I suspected Silas had entered my
room at night and stolen it from me.

They mustn't uncover the true reasons as
to why I am here.

idea. Get your sister off that flooded
nitrous and take her into the bathroom.

Knock your door.

I

haven't

seen him since supper.

What do you think?

I can't. I can't remember.

Dad? Dad!

What the devil is going on?

The most mysterious occurrence, Mum.

I haven't a clue.

Get up!

My husband is gone. You're going out to
touch the hillside.

You are to head out into the hills and
find my husband.

Do not return without him. Is that
understood?

Finding Master Whitley on this dark
winter's night seems an impossible task,

'am. We'd fare better to begin this
search at daybreak.

We'll freeze out there. You will not be
welcomed back into this house.

Evelyn, you must tell me what happened.

I don't remember.

I can't see his face.

Who, Evelyn?

Who bound you to the bed?

You must remember.

I said I don't. Then

what was it that made you scream?

I had the most frightening dream.

Dream? That is all I know.

You can tell me.

You know you can tell your mother
anything.

I just want to sleep.

I want to forget.

You mustn't forget.

Tell me.

as if they were dreaming through the
eyes of a child, wandering the halls of

this house, except it isn't his house.

Evelyn, you've gone silent.

I'm so tired.

Fine.

I'll stay in your sister's room tonight.

You're not to be left alone.

Lady Whitley, we've searched through the
night and found no trace of your

husband. It's as if he's completely
vanished.

A person cannot simply vanish.

Please, we are tired and need rest. And
this house needs its master.

Perhaps he's fled now.

Perhaps he doesn't wish to return.

Then perhaps he can take his useless...

What do you think has happened to
Father?

Perhaps he saw something that scared him
too much he had to run away.

Or he saw a ghost.

What are you, eight years old still?

I know you've heard too, Alyssa.

The girl crying in the night.

Footsteps await me from my sleep when
nobody's there.

What footsteps?

In the room next to mine.

The room is locked, Adriel.

But I'm telling you what I know.

It's a ghost.

It's the maid.

She's come back for us all.

You don't think it really was Silas who
killed her?

Why don't you ask him?

No, he mustn't. But this isn't the first
time that one of us has awoken covered

in blood.

It's a little strange, don't you think?

I bet you in there. The door was open.

This door is always locked. I swear it
was open. There's something up there.

know it's forbidden for you to enter the
attic.

I just thought maybe it was farther.

Well, it isn't. Well, something is.
There's nothing up there but spiders and

cobwebs, Agatha.

Just a dusty old attic that is unsafe
for you to enter.

I simply don't want you getting hurt.

Who is it?

Has he returned?

Not your husband, ma 'am.

He hasn't said a word.

Just he.

Nothing.

Open the door.

He'll wake the whole house.

Let's see what he wants.

Pardon my intrusion.

late now, but I find myself stranded by
this deathly storm to claim my horse.

I seek shelter before it claims me too.

Who are you?

How did you find this house?

I will explain everything if you'll just
save me from this hellish downpour.

Please.

Wait.

If your servants will bring in my trunk
from the rain.

It's heavy, but the contents are much
better.

Bring it inside.

I'm very grateful for your kindness for
talent.

You may stay here for tonight only.

When the storm has passed, you must
leave.

Of course.

Frankly, your misfortune is not a
problem my family or I wish to be

with.

Believe me, we have enough of our own.

Leave that dirty old thing in the lobby.
I don't want it dripping all over the

house. I think the stairs will kill us.

Don't make me change my mind, Silas. I'm
sure we can provide all he needs for a

comfortable night.

Take your feet at the table.

Cordetta will provide you something warm
to drink.

Most kindly.

Your coat, sir.

Wonderful to see you again, sir.

It's been a long, long time.

I apologise for my alarming appearance.

My white mare of breakfast was sadly
decapitated by a bolt of lightning.

Decapitated? She rode on headless for
about another hundred yards, blood

from the severed stump of her neck,
before collapsing in a muddy ditch and

leaving me for the fall.

I can still taste her warm, salty blood
in my throat.

I had hoped the rain would have washed
it clean by the time I arrived at Black

Rock.

You don't have anything stronger by
chance?

Drinking is forbidden in this house.

My mistake.

This is Black Rock Manor, is it not?

Where were you headed?

A long time ago, as your elderly servant
may recall, there was a very exclusive

purlieu high up in the valley.

Its location was somewhat secret.

Only a select few would visit, and by
invitation only, of course.

I'd heard stories in the valley below
where to find it, but Abraxas and I...

Well, you know the rest.

Three miles on foot in that treacherous
rain.

You may stay in my son Adriel's room
tonight.

He can share with Damien.

What are you doing?

I need something from my room. It's too
cold in here.

Don't let your mother catch you on your
own.

I'll be quick.

Sorry, sir. I didn't realize you were in
here.

No trouble.

The warm glow of the fire is very
enticing on this cold night.

You must be Advil.

I'll leave you in private.

I'm sorry. Don't be sorry, Advil.

I'm the intruder here, not you.

The manor's not much warmer than the
biting wind outside.

You must be chilly in those bedclothes.

Come.

Warm yourself with me. It's hot by the
fire.

I don't need to fight him. I'm not
frightened.

You can't take your eyes off the blood.

What happened?

I had a run -in with a pair of thieves
as I journeyed up the hillside.

They saw me approaching and waited to
attack.

Two of them.

One had a long, thin knife, and the
other had a crossbow.

Neither knew that I had spotted them.

What did you do?

Well, I took a big, hard rock and...

When they leapt out, I cracked it
against one skull and thrust it again

other one's shin until I heard the bone
break.

When he collapsed, I knew he wouldn't
follow after me.

The first man, I fear he was already
dead.

It was his blood that exploded from his
soft pink brain and covered me.

And the other?

Locked in my trunk downstairs.

You can't leave him in there.

What if he escapes?

It's locked.

What if he suffocates?

What if you kill him? What if he had
robbed the clothes from my back and left

to freeze in the storm?

Well, you might have died anyway if you
hadn't found this manor.

Indeed.

I'm quite a new debt, young sir.

Here.

Would you help me?

I can't reach over.

We'd better hope Mother doesn't find out
what you've got in that trunk.

We'd both better hope she doesn't find
you in here with me.

Correct.

Damien will begin to worry.

Well, goodbye, Adriel.

In case I don't see you in the morning
when I leave.

Goodbye.

Why did no one wake me?

I knocked, ma 'am, but you were fast
asleep.

You look tired, mother.

The storm has passed, has it not?

Then I assume you're ready to leave.

Or can't he stay for dinner? No, he
cannot.

I sent for a carriage to pick him up so
that he may return safely to the

village. Then where is it?

Unfortunately, ma 'am, I've been told
the road is obstructed by a fallen tree.

But they will have it clear in a day or
two.

Surely you cannot expect him to journey
on foot with that heavy trunk.

Out!

Pack your things now.

I wish to speak to my family alone.

Does anyone recognize this?

It doesn't belong to me.

And it certainly hasn't been hidden by
my children.

Cordetta.

Save the performance, the pair of you.

Whose knife is this?

It does belong to me, ma 'am. Correct.

And the blood, I suspect, belongs to
Hagen. What in God's name am I supposed

think?

That knife has been missing for months,
ma 'am. In a house this size, things go

missing. And people too, so it seems.

One of you has used this knife.

One of you has hidden it.

And one of you knows exactly what has
happened to my husband, and you won't

me at once.

Madam, neither one of us has a clue.

Do you think we'd be out all night
searching if we knew where he was?

Do not try to pull the wool over my
eyes, Cordetta. I am not.

I'm only trying to help solve this
mystery.

Then perhaps you can solve this.

Blood on your nitrous.

Blood is my own.

Speak up, girl!

Cover that disgusting thing up!

Children, to your rooms now!

If I do not get an answer soon, I will
be forced to use extreme methods to

uncover the truth.

The mother hiding in the attic is
driving her completely mad.

I swear to you, Evelyn, I saw something.

A person, a creature, hiding amongst the
cobras in the dust beneath the rafters.

We have to find a way up there.

Night. You would go up there in the
middle of the night.

Not alone.

Don't look at me, Agatha.

I most certainly won't be venturing up
there with you.

But what's up there, Evelyn?

What's behind that door that's so
terrible that Mother doesn't want us to

I don't want to find out.

But we might.

Whatever it is.

Whatever happened to Father.

Why that stranger's here.

I have a bad feeling it's all coming
from up there.

Oh my God, I am so sorry.

I didn't know you were here.

Yes, you did. I stayed here last night.

I mean, I thought you were elsewhere.

I'll go.

I don't mind.

I can see I disturbed you at an
inappropriate moment.

I said I don't mind.

You'd have left by now if you didn't
want to stay, right?

Does he mind you creeping into other
men's rooms?

Creeping? Would he mind if you were?

Who, Damien?

The pair of you seem quite taken.

Of course, we're engaged to be married.

Married?

Is that your idea?

I like the idea very much, if that's
what you're asking.

Do you love him? Of course, we're
getting married, aren't we?

Not what I asked.

Can you go near him and touch him?

Do your bones shiver?

Does hot blood shoot through your body?

Do you feel his eyes on you, even when
they're not?

Does your mouth turn dry? Of course not.

Not unless love shares its symptoms with
a very unpleasant fever.

So I won't say that it does.

Then love sounds no fun at all.

He's a handsome gent.

Surely it doesn't make you this
uncomfortable to gaze upon a man's body.

wasn't gazing.

You've had as many as eyes when you tag
it there.

You learn how to read a woman's eyes.

You know a gaze from a glance, and a
stare from a look,

and a lust from a longing.

I must feel the dust in here.

Did you say anything about me?

Why should he?

You're nobody.

You've arrived from nowhere and you've
nowhere to go.

What's there to say about you?

He didn't recognise me.

Should he?

I recognise him.

Really?

From the village at the bottom of the
valley.

How much do you truly know about him, I
wonder?

Before he came here?

Everything Mother has told me. Mother.

I've seen her in the village too. She
has a sister there. A twin.

Of course she does.

How dare you!

How dare you come into this house with
your cryptic words and say such vulgar

things! You came into my room, Agatha.

Who are they?

You're no stranger to this house.

All glorious butterflies living
caterpillar lives.

Perhaps I'm the metamorphosis you've
been waiting for.

After you.

You've got to be bloody joking.

I'm fine. Just stay close behind me.

Don't worry, I will.

Can't we come back and do this in the
morning?

What, your mother's watching over us up
at home?

He wiped the whole house.

What have you found?

I don't know.

What was that?

Kate again.

That was on the back of one of the
fridge doors.

Look.

Eliza and Mercury, Black Rock.

That had been taken about 20 or 30 years
ago.

It's all right. It went in there.

I think they don't go near it. Quiet,
Evelyn.

It could be father.

It wasn't father.

It was some sort of creature.

like you said.

Damien!

Damien! Look, Adriana.

Look at the pictures.

That mother pregnant, and look, there
she is again.

Yeah?

Give her dates.

Yeah.

So, they were both taken in the same
month, according to the handwriting.

One moment she's pregnant, and the next
she's wearing these weird clothes with

no sign of expecting a child.

So what are you trying to say?

Somebody could have mixed up the dates.

I think it must be her sister.

A twin.

It's possible that she stayed here while
she was expecting us.

She never mentioned that.

When has she ever mentioned her past?

Don't forget the little girl.

Right.

There's a photo of Mother here.

With a girl?

A young girl named Mercury. What a
strange name.

Children? Jesus Christ, don't you ever
knock!

Where did you find these photographs?

They're private, in the attic.

Evelyn! What?

She's not going to tell Mother, are you?
Not if they're private.

I'm very sorry I disturbed you.

Silas. Last night, Evelyn and I found
some photographs and tape recordings

years ago.

Your mother keeps the attic locked for a
reason, child.

What more did you find?

That was it.

But I wanted to ask you about it.

But you were around when these were
taken, were you not?

That was a long time ago, Miss Whitley.
The manor's nothing how it once was. No,

you're wrong, Silas.

Something's...

Then it's the thing. From the past, the
walks, the halls.

The father is missing because of it.

And that stranger is here because of it
too.

There are some things you're better off
not knowing.

The past is much better buried.

Well, then answer me one thing.

Who's Mercury?

Where did you hear that name?

It's here on this picture.

And look, that's Mother there too.

Lady Whipley and Mercury.

We didn't see it at first and then we
noticed a little girl hiding in the

Who is she?

There was a child in this house.

You were not the only Whipley children.

The child is dead.

I'm sorry.

I've said far too much.

Leave these things alone, girls.

Don't go. Don't look in any further.

That carriage that you said that you
called the other night.

When exactly will it arrive?

Carriage? The one that you called to
take our peculiar visitor far away from

this house.

Ah.

That carriage.

When the road is clear, I'm sure one
will come.

You asked to see me, Eliza?

Close the door behind you.

That's Agatha's private journal.

What are you doing reading those pages?

What is it?

Forgive me, Damien, but I found it left
open upon her bed.

I could not help but spy the detestable
words written upon the page.

I was glad to take it from her.

Detestable words?

She doesn't leave her journal out.

You must return it immediately before
she notices.

Just look, Damien.

It concerns you.

Of course it does. We're engaged to one
another.

What if one were to believe these words?

She's known this stranger barely a day,
and already she fantasizes about running

off with him and leaving you and I
behind.

Can you believe that?

A handsome young gentleman like you.

And you cast a sigh.

I'll talk to her, Eliza.

Nonsense, Damien.

You can see the passion with which she
rises.

How long has she been thinking of
leaving you behind?

What other men might have engaged her
lust after you were wed?

Then what do I do?

You do still wish to marry into this
family, don't you?

You plan to stay here with me.

You know I do.

Then we must separate them.

Before this silliness can go any
further.

It's for the girl's own good.

How?

I have a simple plan.

But I need a brave, strong man to help
me.

I don't want to hurt her, Eliza.

Not her.

Dearest Agatha, I'm leaving Black Rock
tonight and I wish to take you with me.

Are you coming to get ready for bed,
Agatha?

Wait for me alone in your room and I
will come for you at the strike of

midnight.

Tell no one.

Just one minute.

Love, your visitor.

Come in, Adriel.

This is you.

I found something of yours outside.

Something of mine, you say?

Do you know what it is?

Of course you don't.

Would you like to find out, I wonder?

Of course you don't.

I can see the way you're breathing,
Adriel.

Your heart's beating fast.

I don't mind.

You've been thinking about me, haven't
you?

Say it.

Do you trust me?

Open your mouth wide and close your
eyes.

Wider.

Wider.

Meet me in the cellar at midnight.

I have urgent news.

Agatha.

I'm not done with you yet, Hanson.

I'll be back.

Shortly.

Agatha?

Damien? You got my note?

I got a note from... Agatha.

Not Agatha.

I see.

I know why you've come to this house.

And what you want from this family.

Do tell me.

Tell me what I want, Damien.

I don't want you in this house a moment
longer.

You know what?

I think I'll stay a while.

Agatha already seems taken with you.

And Adriel.

Just you watch, the rest will follow.

But if you like, I can leave that cold.

Diff, old woman you're so fond of.

She's all yours to play with.

What is it that most strongly attracts
them to you, I wonder?

You don't have to wonder.

If you want to know... You're right.

I could have you right here if I wanted
to.

Nobody would know.

I could chain you to the wall and tell
them you've left.

And there was me thinking I was about 30
years too young for you.

It'll be years before they found you.

And then, night after night, I could
return here.

And we could do horrible, pleasurable
things.

You know it, Amien.

You're making me very... hard.

You'll bleed out far quicker.

Violent desires reap violent rewards.

Evelyn, you scared me.

You know where he is, don't you?

You know what's going on.

I know that was your knife.

It belongs to Silas, yes, but I've seen
you with it these past weeks.

Are you trying to frame him with some
ungodly act?

I'm afraid my aim is... It's far more
complicated than that.

So you do know about the knife.

I'm not going to lie to you, Evelyn.

Not to you.

I'm only trying to protect you. From
what?

Tell me what's going on. Tell me who the
stranger is.

That I do not know. Then at the very
least, tell me where I can find my

I can tell you he's indeed left this
house.

I'm doubtful he'll ever return.

How can you say that to me so cold?

I'm his daughter.

Believe me when I say it's better he has
gone.

Better for who exactly?

For you, Evelyn.

Things happen in this house that you do
not see.

Things you would rather not know.

Tell me.

I wish I could.

I will not leave until you tell me.

I can keep it secret.

If you don't, I will tell Mother and she
will punish you.

I see the scar she leaves on your back.

That was not a punishment.

That was done in pleasure by your
father.

You are too sweet to understand these
things.

He beats you for fun. Is that what
you're telling me? No, Evelyn.

It is a fetish for him.

A sexual desire.

He trips me down.

Hides me into the bedpost.

Cuts me.

Burns me.

And when he's hard and drooling at the
mouth like a hound, he has me.

I was hired for that purpose and nothing
more.

I didn't realise the extent of his
cruelty. I'm not finished.

You asked for the truth and now you will
hear it.

I can handle his thick pleasures.

I could leave here any time I wanted.
And believe me, I've so often thought

about running.

Running before your mother finds out and
has me sliced open at the veins.

But if I left, Evelyn, how would I ever
see you?

What does that matter?

It matters because...

My heart has grown very fond of you.

I had not expected it, but I've
uncovered a kind of desire I never knew

could feel.

Your father, over time, could see my
love for you and how I despised him so

greatly.

There are no boundaries to what that man
will do, even to his own daughter, or

just to spite and control me. Stop!

I've had enough.

I've

only

tried to keep you safe.

I can't help the way I feel for you.

It's put you in great danger.

Understand me.

Edna.

What are you doing out of bed?

She said she loves me.

And she's telling me horrible things
about her and father.

Get up there now.

Now!

I have seen the way you look at her.

As if my own flesh and blood could
muster up pity.

let alone love for an ugly dog like you.

You're done with this family. Do you
hear me? With those beastly black ears,

you're out!

You'll never lay eyes on my daughter
again, Cortecca.

Drag that heap of waste out of the road
and leave it to the wolves.

Is it done, Damien?

You're bigger than mine, after all.

I'm sorry, Adriel.

I've let a devil into this house, and he
has tempted you and stained

your innocence.

He has given you an illness.

You're to stay in this room until I see
fit for you to leave.

Stay in this bed and pray, child.

Pray for God's forgiveness.

You put it on, darling.

And I'm not going to take it off.

You can wear this shame on your face,
Adriel, for all of us to see.

I brought you this.

You must be very hungry.

It's to remind you that you've made a
terrible, terrible mistake.

It's all very touching and romantic,
sweetheart.

But I'm afraid you're scared our house
gets away.

He's gone.

Not before he stole the key to your
room.

No, he would never.

I know the rejection will hurt. But
nobody can love a woman who commits her

heart to one man, yet writes pathetic
poetry about another.

That was on his bedside. He must have
crept into your room.

I fear to imagine what he was after.

I have committed my heart to no one.

You have done with it what you desire
and offered me to a man I cared nothing

for. You will stay locked in this room
until you have learned to be grateful.

I wanted to check how you were doing.

I'm so, so sorry, Cordessa.

It's not your fault.

If you had no interest in me then,
you'll find me disgusting now.

I look like a monster.

You of all people are not a monster.

You're brave and kind.

And I realise I probably owe you a great
deal.

At the very least an apology.

My dear boy, you ought to be more
careful around your mother.

You don't understand these pleasures.

She does.

Pleasures? She'd have me stabbed to
death wearing that torture device.

Then why did you put it on?

Because he asked me to.

I'm sure he did.

And did you enjoy wearing it for him?

It's all right.

You can tell me.

Mother says I have an illness.

So what?

I have an illness too, then.

If that's what she calls it.

But you stay away from this stuff.

You don't want to venture so far.

You lose your way.

You. There's nothing to be scared of.

I found you tied to his bed.

Cut you free.

What is that, Father?

Something of mine I found in the attic.

Locked up with our whole dirty past.

That's where I found this.

It belonged to your father, you know.

Let's say we had an agreement that
benefited both our greatest

fantasies.

Oh, I was older, of course, which he
enjoyed, but more handsome back then.

And he was the prettiest boy, just like
you, really, looking for someone to

make him a slave for their most lustful
and primal urges.

He and your mother settled down, but the
temptations were all still there for

you and no child.

Your mother would never have kept me in
this house if she suspected we'd ever

repeat the things we did.

She proposed a simple remedy.

And I agreed.

One way to guarantee

I'd stay away.

But I would have given even more to
ensure I didn't leave him.

You stay in this room with Drew.

It's safer to stay out of her way.

I will bring you everything you need.

Tyler.

Do you know where my father is?

Yes.

He's either in a lot of trouble or a lot
of pleasure that will get him into

trouble.

Old habits do die hard.

My children to me.

Eliza, get up.

It's Hargit who's returned.

Hargit! Mom!

He has requested to speak only to his
children.

It must be you.

Stop it, Eliza. Let me speak. Let me
talk to my husband!

Stay back, mother.

He doesn't want you here.

What has happened?

Where have you been, father?

Father, speak to us. Please.

Tell us something.

Anything.

You don't know this, my son.

But in returning to this house, I have
condemned myself

to a certain and dreadful death.

What are you talking about?

I do.

I couldn't go without telling you one
last thing.

She knows.

She knows.

Only her and Silas.

My God.

Can't you see he's returned completely
insane?

Silence, woman!

Let him speak.

There is an imposter in this house.

That woman is not your mother.

We made an oath. An oath never to tell.

But your mother, your real mother, died
in this

house.

Have you believed her lies, even when
I'm dead?

The man doesn't know what he's talking
about.

Surely you can see these are the lies of
a madman. Enough, Eliza!

We've seen the pictures, Mother.

They would have been taken many years
ago, back when we were only children.

That leads me to believe the father is
telling the truth.

Pictures?

And perverted sex call.

Damien, take them back to their rooms.

Just do it, Damien. I don't care whether
you have to drag them kicking or

screaming. Just get them away from him
before he poisons their minds anymore.

Poisons their minds.

You will know a thing or two about
poisoning their minds.

Rotten Christ!

She has led the devil into this house!

Just leave your father. He is sick.

What he says.

Or has my father gone completely mad?

I cannot deny that the man may well have
gone mad.

But presently he speaks the truth.

But you told me that a child had died in
this house.

Mercury. The girl from the photographs.

No.

Then who was it?

The little girl in the photograph.

It's you, Agatha.

Mercury is the serpent.

But you told me a child had died. Your
unborn sibling, still growing inside the

womb of Eliza's twin.

Your mother.

We can only suspect how the creature got
into her locked room at night.

But the beast ventured in all the same.

wild serpents slithered up inside her in
the night, curled up with the baby

growing in her womb and feasted on its
half -developed fetus, poisoning her

sister from the inside out.

She died before they could even uncover
where the snake had gone, but when the

blood -soaked creature looked out from
between the legs of her cold, stiff

corpse.

Everybody knew what had happened.

A tragic accident, they said, though
some suspected murder.

We locked her body in your father's old
trunk and hid the damn thing in the

attic, along with the rest of her simple
possessions, and prayed we could

forget.

It took quite a toll on Eliza.

The death of a sister can be a most
painful thing, especially when the

creature...

was our own.

There's nothing there, Evelyn.

There's no snake.

We have to leave this house.

It's not safe for us here.

Mother would never let me.

She's not your mother, Evelyn.

Your father has returned with malefic
revelations.

I have no time to explain.

You must pack your things tonight.

We'll live, just the two of us, far away
from this place.

Somewhere she'll never find us.

She must do as I say.

There's just one more thing I have to
do.

Almost two decades of living a lie.

As you had wished.

All ruined.

Have you entirely lost your mind?

I must have.

To return to thee the bread of war.

Where have you been?

Running. But you can't run from your
sins, Elida. We made an oath.

Do you care nothing for the sacrifices I
have made?

They've grown up, Elida.

They're old enough to understand what we
did.

We were.

And you don't think they'll despise us
for it? You, most of all.

That is for them to decide.

I grow weary of your reign over this
family.

It is the old dominatrix in you, trying
to break out.

That's just what you want, isn't it?

This whole facade to come crashing down
so you can return to your diabolical

ways. I already have.

Long ago.

Where do you think I find all these
beautiful maids?

You're an old man now, Hagen.

We have long passed our prime while
living this dull pretense.

Raising her children.

And it was the very least you owed her.

I'd rather be in the ground with her
than stay here a moment longer.

That is easily remedied, my love.

Perhaps I can take you with me, Harlan.

Perhaps we can dive into the flames and
burn like the devils we are!

Get your hands off him!

Let him go.

Don't tell me you've fallen in love with
him, too.

I know what the pair of you have been up
to behind my back.

You and all the countless mates before.

Those scars on your back proved
everything, Cordetta.

I have them, too.

They may be old and faded, but the
memories are

still as vivid as if it were only
yesterday.

I despise him and everything he's done.

But he is mine to kill.

So it was you.

Get away from us!

You may do these vile things to me, but
you will not lay a hand on Evelyn.

Now, you will leave this house, Master
Whitley.

And if I ever see your face here again,
I will spill your guts across this

floor.

Go on then, Hagen.

Fuck off with your black whore of a
state.

I made a promise to Evelyn.

Not to kill you.

Not her mother.

Stay out of my way.

Eliza?

Already you have stopped calling me
mother?

Have you so swiftly forgotten the years
I mothered you and raised you?

It's true, you know.

Every damn word of it.

Everybody looked to my sister like she
were some kind of pure saint.

We weren't all that angelic.

When we were just girls, we'd go out on
the street and offer ourselves for

money.

Only difference being, I always enjoyed
it.

Even when they left me bruised.

I loved the touch of the...

Tough hands all over my young self
again. Right up into the warm wet slit

between my thighs.

Oh, I was never going to be one to
settle down with a husband I could love.

I held on to in my heart was variety.

A lady with my desires gets bored so
easily.

Then I found Black Rock Manor.

A tranquil, grand paradise.

So typically boring of my sister.

She was obsessed with money, anything to
better herself.

She was a smart girl, far smarter than
me.

But she must have been tortured by lust
right up until the day she died.

And Hagen, the man she grew to love, he
was different, though.

I could see that the moment he laid eyes
on me.

I could see what he was thinking, even
with my sister stood right beside him.

For when darkness fell outside this
manor, an age -old tradition, a burden

passed down by his father, I think, ran
riot in these walls.

If only they could tell of all the
wonderful perversities that happened

I suppose that's why I always liked it.

I felt at home here with the help of my
diamondback rattlesnake,

Mercury.

Mercury, I called it.

I would put on a seductive display of
domination and

thedomasochistic pleasure.

that would drive men wild by the dozen.

They'd come from miles just to watch me
and have me all under Hagen's jealous

nose. The curse of twins is that he'd
never be able to hide the fact that he

found me irresistible.

I was my sister, but with all the
benefits a man could lust for.

She wanted children, a house, a dull
life, and I wanted men.

As many as I could have. And I wanted
their breath and their sweat and every

orgasmic fluid they could pump into my
body.

And I wanted Harkin.

Him, most of all.

Because he belonged to her.

And even with everybody at my feet, I...
I needed him to want

me.

And he did.

Despite the three pretty children and
the fourth growing in your mother's

we gave each other every kind of
pleasure we wanted.

Right up until the day she died.

If your father ever had a heart that was
truly broken,

and he grew to hate me for it, I

began to miss her.

And no matter how much...

Fucking I managed. And no matter how
many times he beat me in a violent rage,

was numb.

I think it's sad.

You have three children and this is what
you think about?

You're not my children.

You'll always be hers.

Wretched little orphans.

Guttling about like lost infants.

Waiting to be stabbed on by the cruel
realities of this world.

No one wants to listen to your sick
fantasies, you twisted witch.

You're just a usable piece of furniture
that this house has claimed.

Fallen from sight and beneath the
gathering dust.

A few too many possessions.

My wife's bedroom for a man engaged to
my daughter?

No.

I'm leaving this house immediately. I
want no part of this trouble.

It seems that marrying into my family's
fortune comes

at a much higher price than you thought.

One year is high the price of playing
the accomplice to my wife. It is

my pleasure.

Oh, I know.

She can be quite the seductress when she
wants to be.

You've crawled into the wrong spot. Yes,
we have, Damien. Stay back.

Can we agree on...

Stab you in your throat.

And throw your body down the well.

It's like a man once told me.

Violent desire.

Reap violent rewards.

Oh, my God.

Young Master Whipley does not wish to
see you, ma 'am. I have come to make

things right.

What I did was very unkind.

I want to ensure that he gets better.

I'm making sure of that.

Well then, I've prepared a cool jug of
water for him. I will at least keep the

pair of you hydrated.

She's either realised the errors of her
ways, or she's deranged.

Either way, you need to stay hydrated
for your wound to heal.

I'm not thirsty, Silas. Please.

You should drink, Adrian.

I want to thank you.

For what you're doing for me.

For all these years we've been made to
fear you.

Dylan!

Dylan!

Like a muddied spring or a polluted
fountain is a righteous man that gives

before the wicked.

Evelyn, my love.

Come and see your father.

Just one last wish before hell invites
me

in.

Evelyn.

Evelyn, my sweet baby.

I warned you what I would do if you
returned.

I am ready.

Not until I have told you why.

Why I came here from the very beginning.

See?

When I was a little girl, I had an older
brother.

And he was hired by some wealthy family
to leave our home and work for them far

away.

One day, we simply stopped hearing from
him.

Nobody knew where he was.

Nobody dared to ask.

He'd never leave his little sister
without a word.

I knew something terrible had happened.

So when I reached an appropriate age, I
went looking for this remote manor house

where he'd served.

The word among the other young girls
spread.

of your strange, secretive rituals.

I had to rub the hairs I clipped from a
dead mouse between my thighs to finally

get that snake to come to me.

There was no way I wasn't going to be
the one to get into this family.

You do remember my brother? The boy
was...

Too curious for his own good.

Saw too much.

And he was a thief.

So, whether he liked it or not, we made
him take part.

Seven or eight men.

Cyrus and I.

all going at him like a rag doll.

That's what ended the boy.

I recall the eyes rolling in the back of
his skull after

about three hours of it.

And that Hagen -Wipley.

And why I came to see you die.

I remember when I had a fine young body
like yours.

I'd envy anyone who got more attention
than me.

That wasn't many, though.

Soft, smooth, unwrinkled skin.

It soon fades away, darling.

Like a wilted flower, irreversibly
rotting over time.

What a foul disease of age.

But all the more foul when youth fades
prematurely.

That's something I've helped you with
over the years, raising you, girl.

Whether you thank me for it or not, you
still have so much to enjoy. Such

pristine, untouched bodies to explore
with.

And what prince do I get?

You throw it back in my face.

Well, I'm still the one raising you.

You're still under my control.

And I say you don't deserve none.

Or love.

Or any of the things I've sacrificed to
help you resentful creatures.

You leave this shelter.

And if any man... tries to have you
he'll tear one awful hole of flesh

right between your thighs that no man
will ever

want it's my gift to you

darling the gift of eternal innocence so
you'll never have to become

like your wicked old whore of an

Chitterit. Mother.

Madeline! You come to me now!

Stay away from me!

Get out of our way. We're leaving this
house.

You get me, Madeline!