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Previously onChapelwaite...

[Rebecca] I came across these old letters

between my father and the Boones.

He was their attorney.

You knew he worked for my uncle and cousin?

[woman] Jakub never loses a lamb.

-I'm not goin' back. -Oh, sweetheart.

You never left.

[Faith] One of them came to me today.

They know where I am.

They know about you and our baby.

[Able] Your father, there's a weight on him.

I've seen it before.

It's what drove Phillip and Stephen crazy--

-My father isn't mad! -[Charles grunts]

-[screaming] -Charles, no!

Charles, may I be frank?

Yes, of course.

Are the children and I in danger...

from you?

Why are you not hunting Stephen Boone!?

Because he's dead, Rose.

[Charles] Stephen played me for a fool.

He put my family in peril.

I need to hunt him down before he hurts anyone else.

My cousin Stephen is living inside the walls of this house.

I'm gonna to capture him before he can do any more harm.

[Stephen] Such a beautiful gift.

Your mother has fine taste.

I know that you're sad.

And angry.

You must feel very alone, don't you?

I know loneliness, too.

-Stay away from her! -[gunshot]

[Loa] No!

[Rebecca] Phillip Boone is alive.

He attacked Mary Dennison.

Phillip Boone is dead!

You there!

-Jakub has the answers. -What answers?

To that madness you feel growing inside of you.

He wants to see you, tomorrow,

in Jerusalem's Lot.

No!

[man shouting] Hurry! Hurry!

[Silence] Father?

Father!

Stop!

[man] Boone! Stop!

What have you done?

It's coming, Silence.

I can't stop it.

Put the knife down.

I'm not crazy.

Just put the knife down.

I've seen it.

What have you seen?

The coming of the dark.

That book is corrupt,Father.

Look at what it's done to you!

I had to get the worms out.

I couldn't allow the ones I love

to suffer this future.

Give me the book.

-Drop the knife, Father. -Silence.

Drop it.

I'm sending you to God before God dies.

[Charles] What did Stephen say to you?

Did he say anything about Jakub?

Answer me, Loa.

He said I could see Mother.

Well, that's a lie.

What he's saying to you isn't true.

How do you know?

He's different than us.

What does that mean?

He said he could make me well.

Oh, he can't.

Loa...

Stephen is a deceiver.

Remember, your mother and I

spoke to you about such people.

On ship and in port.

He's not a stranger. He's family.

It doesn't matter. He's preying on your weakness.

Why is missing Mother a weakness?

Forgetting her is worse.

No one's forgotten about her.

I see the way you look at Rebecca.

No woman could ever take the place of your mother,

nor would I ever ask that of you.

I'm your father.

It's my job to protect you.

And I can't do that if you disobey my orders.

Stay away from Stephen Boone. He means you harm.

Could he do any worse than this?

We're leaving soon.

Get packed.

How is she?

Stephen's manipulating her.

To what end, I don't know. She said nothing about Jakub?

I saw that name in those letters I found

between the Boones and my father.

I know of Jerusalem's Lot.

It was my great-grandfather's mining town.

People tell stories about James Boone

and those who used to live there,

mostly to scare the kids.

I thought it was abandoned.

How do I get there?

I can take you. It's a half day's ride.

A couple years ago, I started driving lumber up there

for Phillip and Stephen.

I was told to leave it outside town.

Never collected money or saw anyone.

Father, you saw what that girl did.

Let's leave this place.

Able, Rebecca, may I have a moment, please?

Of course.

Rebecca?

Honor.

You've seen me less than myself.

I'm really very concerned about my condition,

how that might affect yo ...

...and Loa, Tane.

If this Jakub has answers,

I need to hear them.

Don't worry about your father. I'll look after him.

Promise me you'll take care of yourself, too.

Of course.

Children, I'll come for you at the boarding house.

Mind Rebecca.

Watch each other until I return.

Be careful.

I will.

Honor...

Rebecca...

I can never repay you.

We'll expect you back tomorrow.

Thank you.

[Rebecca] Thank you.

Rebecca Morgan says Phillip Boone

was in this room last night.

She saw him attack Mary.

Phillip Boone is dead, George.

Says who?

Elizabeth Cloris?

From the lack of bruising around the punctures,

I'd almost say that they were bites of some sort.

But not human.

She never complained about these wounds?

No.

The position is either very lucky

or quite strategic.

For what?

Bloodletting.

How could I have missed these before?

You weren't meant to find them.

Mother? Come on in.

Rebecca. Hello, children.

[Honor] Hello, Mrs. Morgan.

[Rebecca] Go on upstairs. Second door on your right.

Make yourselves at home.

What's going on?

We needed a place to stay for a few days.

[Rebecca's mother] Where's their father?

He's riding for Jerusalem's Lot.

Why is he doing that? What's out there?

This will sound mad,

but it's not just Phillip Boone who's alive.

Stephen is, too.

Charles saw him alive last night.

Father and son faked their death

and are living in the walls of Chapelwaite.

I need to see those letters I gave you,

the ones between Father and the Boones.

Why are the farms around here all abandoned?

I don't know.

They weren't a few years back.

Rebecca mentioned stories about my great-grandfather.

What have you heard?

People in Preacher's Corners

can't make up their minds about James Boone.

I heard he was a killer.

A ghost.

Even the devil himself.

Alice?

Are you all right?

I hate God. [sighs]

He's wicked...and cruel.

He takes my babies,

but delivers one to the undeserving

like Faith Pringle.

It's natural to question your faith,

but you shouldn't compare your situation to others.

It's unbecoming.

You know, I wonder, Martin,

why you let Marcella Boone into our home.

You need to stop this.

Marcella Boone was not the cause of the illness.

I understand that you refuse to accuse blindly, God forbid,

but must you defend so blindly?

I never wanted that cursed child around my babies.

I begged you.

But you let her.

The children adored her, Alice.

I am not gonna have you continuously blame me for--

Say it.

Say it, Martin.

For the murder of our children.

I could love that child, if it were ours.

Even with all its ugliness, I could still love it.

Did you stray, Martin?

Is it your child?

It is.

Last night, people from Jerusalem's Lot

came to Chapelwaite.

What people?

No one's lived there for decades.

They do now.

They came with a message for Charles.

It seems this man named Jakub wants to meet with him.

Whoever this Jakub is,

he wields the power of God over these people.

That's why I wanted to look at these letters again.

I saw his name somewhere amongst them.

Here it is. Jakub.

It appears this Jakub

contacted Father in regards to a book:

De Vermis Mysteriis.

Heh. It's a peculiar name.

It's Latin. "Mysteries of the Worm."

[man] Mrs. Boone? It's George Dennison.

-[boy] Help! Mother, please! -Mrs. Boone?

-[Mrs. Boone] Stop! Go away! -[boy] Help!

Leave here! You can't save them!

Please, Mother, no!

-[gasp] -No!

Mr. Boone!

Hello!

[Able] There it is, Mister Boone.

Jerusalem's Lot.

This is as far as I ever came.

You can see the old church up there.

They fixed that up with Boone timber.

Able, would you please ride back to Preacher's Corners?

Keep an eye on my family until I return.

-Mister Boone, I can come-- -No.

Thank you.

I'm here for Jakub.

It says here Father brought Jakub to Maine

for a meeting against the Boones' wishes.

This was two years ago.

Mother?

What is it?

What's that?

A letter I received from your father's second wife.

I don't understand.

What does that have to do with any of this?

She wanted to know

if I'd reconciled with your father.

She hadn't seen nor heard from him

since he left for business in Maine.

So, Father set his meeting in Maine...

and never made it back to New York?

You'll be safe here, Mary.

I love you.

Sleep now.

[Honor] Loa?

What's wrong?

[Tane] Is it Father?

I want to go back to the island.

I want to be with our people.

Father will take us back. After this, he won't stay.

Yes, he will.

He likes her.

Who?

Who do you think?Rebecca.

We all do.

Enough to call her "Mother"?

Stop causing trouble.

She's never been anything but good to you.

But she's a liar.

She doesn't care about any of us.

Stop it, Loa.

That's not true.

Read for yourself.

What is it?

It's Rebecca's writings.

It's about us. We're all in it.

She thinks we're cursed and Father's mad.

The only reason why she came to Chapelwaite

was to write that stupid story.

I wish you hadn't taken this.

Rebecca, I want you to come back home now.

Enough is enough.

There's no story worth putting your life in jeopardy.

It's more than that.

If it's the children,

they're not your responsibility.

Charles Boone is capable of taking care of...

It's him, isn't it?

You have feelings for him.

I have feelings for all of them.

Does he share your affection?

I don't know.

But he's the most interesting story

that's ever come into my life.

He's a Boone.

They are surrounded by misfortune.

Any sort of life with him would be impossible.

Good evening, Ann. Rebecca.

I'm here to check on Faith Pringle.

She's upstairs.

Thank you.

He'll see you now.

-What did Alice say? -[Martin exhales]

She said that I had, um,

I had destroyed her,

and that she hoped to do the same for me.

Then we have even more reason to leave.

Yes. I have to tell my congregation.

We don't have time.

They confess their sins to me.

What kind of a man am I if I don't confess mine to them?

You gave Alice the truth.

You deserve the same.

You know I'm not entirely innocent, Martin.

I told you I'm an orphan.

It should be no surprise ...

I survived my teens

as a prostitute, in New Bedford.

[Faith] I knew many men.

But one was unknowable.

His name was Jakub and he terrified me.

The night we met, I'm sure he meant to kill me,

but he didn't.

He needed food, and I fed him.

He needed shelter and I provided.

Jakub showed me many things.

He shared his faith in what he called

"the original god."

-There is only one God. -And before Him?

Before Jesus, before Satan,

before "let there be light,"

there was another who ruled in darkness

with no judgment.

Jakub called him The Worm,

and he was on a quest to raise Him.

I followed Jakub on his quest to Maine.

To Jerusalem's Lot.

And soon others like him arrived.

Come closer, whaler.

[Faith] Those like Jakub,

they brought their own followers.

[Faith] They live at night...

...and drink blood to survive.

Hear me, Martin.

Put aside everything you thought you knew.

Jakub and his kind are undead.

[sighs] I don't...

I don't believe you.

How can you not believe these?

You said that those were from a childhood pox.

I lied.

I lied.

We humans were food.

Each scar is where they fed on me,

and I allowed it.

Drained of blood and floating on the brink of death,

never crossing, but coming back to heal,

is a pleasure that I cannot describe--

Stop it! Stop it!

I have the tickets.

We'll leave tomorrow.

Sit.

You are afraid.

I'm no stranger to death.

Is that what you think I am?

Death?

I don't know what you are.

I am many things.

Draugr.

Nosferatu.

Revenant.

Where I come from, it is Vampire.

The undead.

Yes.

I never believed you were real,

no more than a mermaid or a sea serpent.

All sorts of things live in the shadows.

You fear light?

We prefer dark.

-And the Christian god? -No need for him.

We have our own gods.

Why am I here, Jakub?

The miner who founded this town

unearthed a stolen text

that was not meant for your kind.

Call it our Bible.

De Vermis Mysteriis.

You speak of my great-grandfather?

James Boone thought he could harness our book's power.

With arrogance,

he wrote his name with blood in its pages,

damning himself and every Boone thereafter.

Blood calls blood.

Indeed.

When my quest for this text brought me here,

I recognized the madness in your relations.

Phillip, Stephen,

they had the book.

I want it back.

Well, why don't you get it from them?

I suspect they prefer the dark, as you do.

Oh, they do now.

I fed them my blood,

made them one of us in exchange for the book.

But when they went to retrieve it,

they could not find it, claimed it was stolen.

Locating it proved impossible.

-Why? -Because they are undead.

No longer human.

Only living Boones hear its call.

No?

The worms?

All that you believe is madness,

that is my book calling you.

I would have killed your uncle and cousin for their failure,

but they pled like dogs,

telling me of another Boone who shared their curse.

They brought you here to follow your madness,

to find the book that we cannot.

And if I return it to you...

You free yourself and your children,

and your children's children, et al.

Tell me what I have to do.

Listen to its cry.

Stop fighting.

When the book speaks,

invite it in.

Surrender and De Vermis Mysteriis

will lead you to it.

Your uncle and cousin will want the book for themselves.

Deliver it to me

and only me.

I can't help you.

I know where that madness leads.

I'd rather die here, now,

than to risk hurting my family.

Help me, Charles Boone!

You know me. Help me, please!

You harm them and I swear you'll never see that book.

[Rose] Please, please don't kill me.

Release them.

I'll do what you want.

Oh, whaler. What mercy did you show Leviathan?

[Rose] No!

-[Able] No! -No more!

[Able] Mr. Boone! No!

I'll find your book!

[Able, grunting] No!

No!

-[Able] No! No! -[Charles] No!

Once you hold that book,

it will sear its way into your soul,

showing you things...

you will wish you could forget.

Cling to these words, whaler.

Only I can save you.

Go.

-Where's Loa? -In the kitchen.

She's not in the kitchen. I was just there.

We don't want to be in your story.

What?

-Loa found your writings. -[sighs]

Do you mean everything you say about us?

-It's meant to be fiction. -It doesn't read like fiction.

-And we're not cursed. -I know.

You're no different than the people in town.

At least they say it to our face.

I'm so sorry I hurt you.

That was never my intention.

But, right now, we need to find Loa.

Come on.

Phillip!

She's mine now.

Mary?

Mary?

My father taught me to play.

And I taught Marcella.

You took her toys out.

I miss my daughter.

Come on! She's upstairs!

There's no greater sorrow for a parent

than to lose a child.

Wait! Honor, Honor! Wait.

Loa?

Loa!