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No.

Oh.

Hmm, hmm.

Be not not dismayed, for I am your God.

And what will separate us from the love of Christ?

Will it be hardship, distress,

persecution, famine,

nakedness, peril, or sword?

No. Although we say goodbye to Bruce,

it is God who worked through him

to be spared from evil.

What is a man but the sum of his actions?

My father...

Eased pain,

fought disease.

He imagined a world without suffering,

but in the end, suffering finds us all.

No one's exempt.

And unfortunately, for my family,

this time we must suffer.

Rest in peace, Dad.

Despite Susan Wendolyn's claims

that her late husband's funeral

would be the most attended in history,

it appears that only family members were in attendance.

And allegedly, Susan Wendolyn attempted to pay

out of work actors and models to attend.

Great, I'm a laughing stock.

That's old news, sweetheart.

Hey, shh, shh, shh.

This footage was posted half an hour ago

by Kate Wendolyn on her TikTok.

What is a man but the sum of his actions?

What?

Sharing is a part of the grieving process.

It's science.

Kate, could I please see your phone?

Um... No.

Give me your fucking phone.

Don't speak to her like that.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No, please, Ben. By all means.

Typically, fireworks come after the will is read.

There's been a lot to sort through with the recent

home sales, settlements,

lawsuits, bankruptcy.

Hmm.

The last of the family's assets, the Greenwich Estate,

will be placed in a trust.

Susan, Randy, Walker,

Kate, and Henry...

What?

Will all receive equal shares in the home.

No, no.

This is not legitimate.

You can always contest the will in court, Susan.

Ben.

Everyone knows I made this home.

I designed it, I decorated it.

The only thing you did to this home was wreck it.

You said Henry wouldn't get anything.

You said I was bred better.

Who the fuck are you to talk? Your mom's from Florida.

Palm Beach, asshole.

West Palm Beach. It might as well be Disney World.

You know, another lie from you

and I will have you thrown out of this house.

According to the law, you can't do that. Right?

Not legally, at least.

Who gives a shit anyway? All of our money

is tied up in this stupid house.

I'm going to have to get a real job.

You could be a fluffer.

Hmm. So could Kate.

Mommy, what's a fluffer?

Siri, what's a fluffer?

Just get the book done already.

I can do that, Mark.

It's what the world wants, Henry.

Alright.

Trust me.

Bye.

Henry!

Burn it!

Burn it all!

Sir.

Welcome home, sir.

Good to see you, Coleman.

Got something for you.

Father had it with him when he passed.

I don't know what to make of it,

but you might.

I don't know about you guys, but I miss Mom.

I can't believe we're a bunch of orphans.

I always thought you'd make a good Oliver Twist.

Please, sir, may I have some more?

Oh.

Nice of Dad to leave me his fucking mess to clean up.

Hey.

At least we still have Susan and Kate.

You joke, but it's not funny.

It's kind of funny.

Mm-mmm. Think about it, boys.

Susan did something to him.

Bruce Wendolyn would never off himself.

Dad couldn't take the heat.

Think about it.

Dad was buried in a frigging avalanche in the Alps.

The psycho clawed his way out,

and the next day, he's heli-skiing

and crushing fondue.

Hmm.

People change.

Okay, well, I'm not sticking around long enough

to find out anyway.

I'm packing my bags, and heading to New York City, baby.

No way, you gotta stay.

Fuck you, bitch. No, I'm not.

Dude, this place is our fucking Alamo.

It's all that's left of Dad's legacy.

Minus the opiate epidemic, and a $10 billion lawsuit.

Right?

Not legally, at least.

Who gives a shit, anyway? All of our money

is tied up in this stupid house.

I'm going to have to get a real job.

Oscar, thank you for getting back so quickly to me.

Of course. What can I do for you?

My three stepsons.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

Anything I can use for leverage.

Not a problem. I'll get back to you.

Parfait. You are a doll.

I think we're gucci, dude.

Oh, don't be a pussy. One more.

Hey!

Clients go first.

Whatever.

What is this?

Bro, you're like the Mike Tyson of drugs.

I'm going to gut you like a fish.

Damn, man, why didn't you keep up with that shit?

What, acting?

Yeah.

You're short.

No, it's a hundred.

Bottle's one-sixty a pop now.

Since when? I wasn't notified!

Fine, B, next time I'll put out a fucking newsletter.

Alright, alright.

Put out a fucking newsletter.

What?

Yo, I just had an epiphany.

You're like buying drugs with dough

that your dad, R.I.P.,

made from creating the drugs

that you're copping right now.

That's some Inception shit right there, homey.

Thanks, Dad.

Anytime, Walk.

Hmm.

Yo, you be good, dawg.

Yo, Walker, your credit card!

Uh, uh, ah! Ah!

Miss me already, bitch?

There's something in the woods.

I saw something...

Ah!

Henry! Henry! Henry!

Henry! Henry! Henry!

Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry!

Henry! Open up! Open up the door!

Open the door!

There is something in the fucking woods by the shed.

The monster that ate your brain?

No.

You're high, okay?

Fuck you, dude.

You lost the right to accuse me of that shit

the day that you left.

Walker.

Walker!

You're high.

I'm going to bed, dude.

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Get it together.

Ah!

Can't you just write here?

Dante didn't write the Inferno in Hell.

Hmm.

I'll make you a deal.

Okay.

We can leave if you finally let me read it.

Ugh.

You'd be superstitious too if you had three novels rejected.

Three.

I'm not worried

'cause Henry Wendolyn is going to be famous.

Successful.

And all mine.

Aneurism, huh?

Walker Wendolyn overdoses on a drug

that made his family rich?

We're already fucked. Don't need to add fuel to the fire.

It wasn't an overdose.

Autopsy found Thonic, coke,

and K in his system.

Yeah, but you didn't find him.

You didn't see his face.

He looked like he was scared out of his fucking mind.

He was wasted, dude.

Walker said he saw something in the woods.

Ketamine will do that.

Does the word "darkness" mean anything to you?

Yeah, four back to back nights in Vegas.

I'm being serious.

So am I.

Randy, this isn't a joke.

Neither is running a fucking bankrupt company.

Listen, if you think something is rotten

in the state of Denmark, feel free to investigate.

I've got bigger fish to fry.

I was sad to see Randy leave so soon.

When do you think you'll be going back into the city?

Coleman can give you a ride in the morning.

Actually, we've decided to stick around a bit longer.

Oh, Henry, I have classes, and work. We can't do that.

Oh, where do you work, dear?

Oh, I work at Soho House,

just part time until I finish school.

Oh, good for you.

I always admire women who work their way through school.

She's going to open her own gallery some day.

Yeah.

Soon.

Yeah, that's the five year plan.

That's wonderful! Good for you!

Thank you.

You know, it is a very difficult business,

but I'm sure you know that already.

As long as you get your capital,

and if you know the right people,

anything is possible.

Yeah.

I take it you know Brodie Olsen?

He's my favorite.

I'm actually writing a paper on him right now.

Are you? Yeah.

That's hysterical. He is a very old friend of mine.

He's fabulous.

In fact, he is hosting a party at his Madison Avenue gallery

tomorrow night.

I'll put you on the list. You too, Henry.

Really?

Sure.

That would be amazing.

Yeah. We're family, Sofia.

Or I'm sure you will be soon.

Anything for family. Ooh, truffles! Goodie!

Oh my God.

What is it, sweetie?

Kim K's new yoga line wants to sponsor me.

No!

They're like, they want to send me

a bedazzled yoga mat.

Oh my God! That's incredible!

Oh, you can put the, the, the yoga mats

in the new gym.

What new gym?

Uh, Mom's turning Walker's room

into a new workout studio so I don't get fat.

We already have a gym.

I know, but it's so cluttered with your huge rowing machine,

and your father's Bowflex.

There are 30 rooms in this house, Susan.

Henry, we are all sad about Walker.

But I think it would be best for you, and everyone else,

if we just move on.

His funeral was today.

You haven't been here for years.

What do you care about renovation?

Susan, do not touch his fucking room.

You okay?

Yeah, um...

You sure?

Yeah. Come on.

What's up?

I was wondering,

you know that family portrait in the hallway?

Why aren't you in it?

You see, after my mom died,

Susan shipped me away to boarding school.

After that, I was pretty much gone.

Why don't you tell me these things?

Does it matter?

Yeah, it does.

Okay, well, now you know.

Will you put this in there too?

Where'd you get the dress?

Susan gave it to me.

See you soon?

I'll take that.

Ta-da!

It's gorgeous, Mom! Where did you get it?

Your father had made it specially for you.

It's going to go with everything.

It's gorgeous, just like you.

Mwah, my little baby.

I love you. - I love you.

Hashtag new necklace.

Okay, I guess I'm going to look.

Brock?

Aren't you going to say anything?

Is that a fucking truffle?

Come back at 11:30, indoor pool.

Hey!

Once we get Walker's piece of the pie,

I am so taking Brock to Cap Ferrat.

My darling, if he cannot afford

to take you himself, you shouldn't be dating him.

I'm actually going to go to bed.

Bonne nuit, mama.

Good night, my angel.

Mwah. - Mwah.

Yes, Henry?

If you don't return my mother's necklace right now,

I will kill your daughter and rip it from her lifeless neck.

If you ever threaten my daughter again,

I will gouge your eyes out,

and skull fuck you with freshly manicured nails.

Sweet dreams, Henry.

Hmm.

Hey.

Are we playing hide and seek or something?

What are you talking about?

That wasn't you at the -

Brock?

What the fuck?

No!

So, anything?

Nothing that would indicate a break in or abduction.

Your son...

Henry's not my son.

Right. Well, Henry was pretty adamant that he saw

your daughter go swimming.

Okay, that's not true. I tucked her in myself.

Henry also mentioned a boyfriend?

Brock. I've already spoken to his family,

and he never left his house.

I mean, you can check with his family if you want,

but I'm telling you right now,

Henry had something to do with this.

He even threatened her last night.

Okay, and why would he do that?

I don't know, perhaps he's a psychopath.

Look, regardless, we're going to open up a report.

We can check up on Henry again.

Is it possible, though, that she ran away?

No.

On a trip?

No, no. She wouldn't go somewhere without telling me.

Henry did say she sometimes likes to run off

to Tethune, Stad, Disney World.

Henry's a lying, sniveling shit.

My daughter wouldn't be caught dead at Disney World.

I love Disney World.

Well, of course you do.

You know, I do follow your daughter on Instagram.

She kept mentioning yachts in Cap Ferrat.

Yeah, she didn't go anywhere!

How many fucking times do I have to say it?

My daughter did not go on a trip.

Ma'am, I was simply -

Okay, you know, you should just go?

Just get the fuck out of here. This was a waste of time.

Our captain said -

Yes, yes, I'm donating to de-fund the police.

I know you had something to do with this.

Hey, Henry.

Coleman.

Oh yeah. Terrible what happened to Mortimer, huh?

You knew him?

We met.

A long time ago.

Your dad and Mortimer were roommates at Harvard.

Bruce made drugs,

Mortimer made guns.

My dad never mentioned him.

Not once.

Well, as you now know,

your father kept a lot of secrets.

I know he's involved, Oscar.

My baby, just fucking find her!

Hi, Sherry.

Hi, this is Susan, Kate's mom.

Yeah, if you've heard from Kate,

please give me a call, okay?

Bobby, hi. Hi, yes.

Kate's missing. Let me know if she gets in touch.

Have you seen her, have you talked to her?

Have you talked to Kate?

No, she's gone.

I don't know what to do! I'm freaking out.

She's missing, and -

Just call your friends.

No word yet, nothing.

She's missing.

I've been calling, they're not doing anything.

Riddle me this, Houdini.

Where the fuck did Kate go?

She just vanished into thin air.

Things are really not looking good here.

She's probably just in Cap Ferrat.

I already told you, I don't have time for this shit.

Where are you right now?

Ah, lying low in the country in the new pad.

You sound like shit.

Yeah, lawsuits will do that to you.

Look, Rand, I know this is kind of out of the blue,

but I need access to Dad's email.

Why? 'Cause we're cursed?

Or so you can sell Dad's secrets to the Post?

I'm trying to help us.

The only curses I believe in are chlamydia and the FDA.

Listen...

If you're so convinced that the house is haunted,

why don't you call a priest?

Hi.

Hi.

Thank you so much for coming back.

Of course, you sounded worried.

Yeah, I was. I am.

You called, I came.

Thank you, I really do appreciate it.

Hey, how was the party?

Oh, it was a dream!

Brodie told me some crazy stories about you two

taking over Basil.

Well, I was a muse to many.

Oh, I wrote you a little thank you note.

Oh!

Oh, thank you so much.

It's the least I can do.

It's very sweet.

Oh.

The thank you note, it is a lost art.

Can I be honest?

Please.

I really wanted you to like me.

I wasn't sure you would.

Well, mission accomplished.

Good.

So has Henry said anything about Kate?

Um...

No, just that she went missing.

He's been cryptic lately.

Really? - Yeah.

Is that strange for him?

Oh, come on, come on.

Let's have a coffee. We'll discuss it all.

Okay.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sins.

It's been five years since my last confession.

Tell me your sins, son.

I've been dishonest.

You have a side chick.

I wrote a book.

Congratulations.

Thank you, but it's not good.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I'm sure it's great.

That's not what I meant.

Your father, he too was hard on himself.

Did he visit you often?

Sometimes. He had his demons.

We all do.

Did he ever mention a curse?

I found a grimoire in his office called 'The Tome of Tears.'

'The Tome of Tears?'

You're familiar with it?

Vaguely.

I'm not a demonologist.

Though I know a great one.

He was my uncle's roommate at Yale.

I do take referrals, you know.

Ma'am, ma'am.

May I close up?

Yeah, I'll do it. Just go.

Sure, thank you.

Coleman.

Yes, ma'am.

What's Henry been up to?

I'm sorry, excuse me?

Come on, come on, enough of the bullshit.

Stop protecting him.

What is Henry doing? You know.

Ma'am. - You know.

Ma'am.

I think you've had too much to drink.

I think you've had too much to drink, hmm?

Get the fuck out of here. You're fired.

Don't worry, Susan. I quit.

Oh, touché.

Ugh, this is disgusting.

Ugh.

Katie?

Katie?

Katie?

Katie!

Katie?

Katie, oh my God!

Oh my God! Katie!

Kate.

Oh my God! Baby! Baby!

Oh my God!

I didn't know where you went!

Oh my God!

I missed you so much!

Where were you, baby?

I was so worried.

Katie?

How's she doing?

She's still asleep.

That's good. The doctor says she just needs rest.

Yeah.

Shit.

The generator should kick in any second.

Hmm.

I guess not.

Be right back.

Do you need any help?

It's fine. Chill.

Oh, ooh. What happened?

Did I get married again?

How are you feeling?

Well, a little bit better than I did after the Met Gala.

Henry found you.

Where?

You don't remember anything?

Uh-uh.

I'll be right back.

Okay. - Okay.

Room service.

Oh! Aren't you sweet? Look at that.

Thank you. - Of course.

I'm actually starving.

Ooh.

Oh! Shit.

It's okay.

I can't look down. It really hurts my head.

I'll help you. - Oh, aren't you a sweetheart.

No problem.

Thank you, Mommy.

Sure.

Well, someone was raised right.

I was raised by nuns.

Really?

Yeah.

They even said I'd become one,

but the whole experience turned me away from religion.

Where were your parents?

They died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Gosh, that's awful.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure they'd be looking down now,

very proud of the ambitious young lady

you've blossomed into.

Thank you.

I try not to dwell on the past.

Everything happens for a reason.

Yes, it does.

Burn it.

Burn it all.

Hey, babe. Will you help me?

We need to get out of here.

And go where?

Randy's.

Susan isn't supposed to leave.

I wasn't planning on bringing her.

Okay? You need to trust me.

I need to trust you?

Yes.

Okay, just like you trusted me with your book?

I don't know what you're talking about but -

You don't know what I'm talking about?

No.

The book that you just wrote, Henry.

Breed of Greed.

I read it.

You know what?

I loved it!

You did?

A lot. It's going to take you to the top.

Henry Wendolyn, a published, best-selling author.

At what cost?

I'm not following you.

Making a fucking Faustian deal,

I'd be selling my soul. Don't -

What?

Don't you see that? For, for what?

For a quick buck and some cheap fame?

I'm not going to do that. - Selling your soul?

You're not selling your soul, you're publishing a book.

And finally making some of your own money, hmm?

Get out!

Fuck this!

I said get the fuck out!

That means you, Svetlana!

Come on!

I lost it, Henry.

Lost what?

My mother fucking mojo.

I tried everything - Latvian strippers,

Hustler, Playpen,

Martha Stewart, ice enemas,

nothing fucking works!

I've got no sex drive, no libido.

Might as well be a fucking unique.

Eunuch.

Whatever.

No offense, Rand, but your sex life

is the least of our issues, alright?

Oh yeah?

Take a fucking look at this.

I think I know someone who might be able to help.

You got some sort of miracle working dermatologist?

Not a dermatologist, a demonologist.

Demonologist?

Hmm.

Feels nice, thank you.

You've been very loyal and kind to me.

I won't forget it.

Of course.

I can't believe he just left us.

He's not who I thought he was.

Yeah, well...

They never are.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No!

No, no!

Oh, Katie, where are you?

Morning, sunshine.

When's your guy get here?

Any minute.

Your stocks will come back,

your liver won't. Come on, eat up.

What the fuck?

It's how Coleman used to make them.

It's not about the eggs, dude.

Listen.

I've been thinking about this whole demonologist thing.

This shit seems sketchy as fuck.

I don't really see another option,

unless one of your stripper friends does magic.

I'm assuming you've read Oedipus, right,

given that you're a total fucking nerd?

Yes.

If I learned one thing from that play,

besides the fact that Oedipus' mom was a total smoke show,

it's that you never consult the oracle.

The minute this guy diagnoses us,

tells us we're cursed, explains what's wrong,

that's when it becomes real, huh?

If Oedipus hadn't had his fate read,

that poor fucker never would have murdered his dad

banged his mom, and gouged out his frigging eyes!

We gotta do something.

I know, let's move to Bali.

No, no, no, no, I'm serious.

Hear me out, alright?

I can teach the Indigenous children how to surf,

play lacrosse, trade Bitcoin.

You can teach some English, i before e, except after c,

that kind of shit,

and we can just live out our days there,

peacefully, without any of this occult bullshit!

We'll be just like George and Lenny, hmm?

From Of Mice and Men?

Yeah.

Which one of us is Lenny?

Me.

Bro, Lenny gets shot!

Fuck, man! Pull yourself together!

Snap out of it!

Alright.

Come on.

Just let me do the talking.

Shh!

What?

It's Oscar. I tried your cell,

but I think it's off.

Did you find Kate?

No, but are you aware that Henry has a book deal

with Random House?

Why should I give a shit if Henry has a deal

with Random House? I don't give a fuck

if Henry has a deal with Random House!

He wrote a hit piece.

A hit piece?

Yes, an exposé of the entire family.

Cocksucker.

Where the fuck is this?

Come on.

Ernest Hemingway. Fucking rich.

Ah!

That's what I think of your things.

Alright, where would we be?

Where are we?

There we go, here we go.

Oh, his little notebook.

Howdy.

You knew about this, didn't you?

About what?

Henry's book? It's a fucking hit piece.

Oh my God! I had no idea, Susan.

That's so evil. I'm so sorry.

What the fuck is this?

Shit.

Did you know about this?

I didn't know about it.

Fuck!

Thank you.

Well, it's a beautiful house.

I looked at one down the road,

but my wife wanted the kids to be closer

to Greenwich country there.

So you do pretty well for yourself?

Yeah, business is definitely booming.

Connecticut is the place to be if you want to make bank

on the supernatural.

You think you guys have issues?

The head of Goldman needed three exorcisms,

and let me tell you, those aren't cheap.

Money's not an issue.

Your brother already handled payment.

Besides, I'm not sure an exorcism would help you guys.

It seems you're dealing with a very specific entity.

The phenomena you describe,

the nature of your situation,

I believe they all point to one thing.

Chapter six.

Umbra.

Eater of the rich.

Umbra feeds on greed.

There's lots of greedy fuckers out there.

I went to Harvard with them.

The history of the curse has been associated

with those who profited from lucre.

Lucre.

Money that's been made in an unethical way.

So what? Our meds are a little addictive, okay?

What about the millions that we've donated

to museums, colleges, charities.

Writing a check won't solve your problems.

We're talking about an ancient dark force.

The first records of it date back to Babylon.

Yeah, we get it, dude.

Cut to the cure.

You're not going to like it.

If your house, cars, valuables,

any of your assets were acquired through lucre,

you need to...

Burn it all.

So we're really fucking going to do this, huh?

Yeah.

Hey.

Maybe we get the girls first?

They're not going to like this.

Susan, hang on a second.

Just let me talk to him.

It's between me and Henry.

Hi, um, I -

I knew not to trust you.

Where the fuck are they?

You stay down here,

I'll go upstairs.

I'll find Sofia.

You find Mummy Dearest.

Fredo.

Bateman.

Ah!

Susie.

Susie.

Susie, Susie?

Looking for me, fuck face?

Where the fuck is my daughter?

What the fuck -

Ah, fuck!

Fucking pussy!

Ah!

Where is she?

Jesus!

Where the fuck is my daughter?!

Fuck.

God damn it, Bruce.

Psst, Randy.

What the fuck?

Shh!

Jesus fucking Christ, man.

Katie?

Katie?

Katie!

Katie! Baby, wake up.

Baby, baby.

Katie?

Hello?

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here!

Hello!

Help!

No fucking way.

No.

Get the gasoline.

Do it.

Randy!

I'm sorry, Henry. I can't.

Give me the lighter.

Mother!

Give me the fucking lighter!

No fucking way!

Ah!

Fuck.

No.

What the fuck? No!

No, no, no! No!

No! No!

Brodie's an exciting new client of ours.

He's the one who claims to be channelling spirit visions?

1.5.

2.5.

1.9.

Mr. Heller, this isn't some watercolor

you'd find on Etsy.

This is Brodie, the artist bringing expressionism

into the 21st century.

It's visceral, haunting.

And 2.5.

I'll take it.

Congratulations, Mr. Heller. You have excellent taste.

By the way, I loved your book.

Would you like to sign my copy?

Sure, for 1K.

Just kidding. Shall we?

Good! Now be the crab.

How does the crab live?

How does it breathe? What the crab wants?

Eee!

How does the crab pinch?

Pinch-eee!

Now armadillo.

Armadillo.

Armadillo!

Another fucking armadillo.

Let's go, go, go!

Mom, does this Buschu crap even work?

Think about the Mayans. They were famously thin.

Just do the fucking armadillo, babe.

Okay, okay.

Oh my God, have you seen Mrs. Richardson lately?

That ass?

All Buschu, baby.

Ah?

Yeah. Now let's get the sand off that crab.

Crab kicks, and an armadillo spin.

Eee!