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[eerie music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Sybil] The wind

The sea air hurtles past me

-No.
-[lullaby playing]

The sea air

Uh...

Ignores me

Yes.

Nice.

[humming lullaby]

[whistling cheerful tune]

[officer] There you go.

[drawer opens]

Morning, Emma.

Everything all right?

Yeah, all okay.

[humming]

How long have you been there?

Oh, dear.

[eerie, whimsical music playing]

[car door closes]

I'm gonna be late now.

[audience murmuring]

[clears throat]

Winter smiles

Its teeth brittle in the unforgiving wind

I rush through it

Sea air ignores me

For fuck's sake.

The chaffinch winces its way

Towards what heat
It can pertain from the tree

[jazz music playing quietly over speakers]

Still

Still

Still

Wings wrapped around him

[music fades]

Nature's blanket

He watches silently from his perch

Thank you.

-[scattered applause]
-Thank you.

Oh, bless you all.

Thank you.

[man 1] Well done, you.

Well done.

[applause intensifies]

[ominous music playing]

[man 2 clears throat]

[man 2] Excuse me.

Excuse me.

-[applause stops]
-[clears throat]

Excuse me.

[jazz music playing quietly over speakers]

"The Harlequin in the Storm."

The harlequin in the storm
Considers a new hat

For it is he who bites the frost

[ticking]

[alarm rings]

[groans]

[grunting]

[grunting]

Started.

[humming]

[door opens, then closes]

[somber music playing]

Yes.

[eerie music playing]

[Miller] Sit down.

[Emma] I'm fine.

You're not fine.

And anybody in your situation
would not be fine either.

It's been three months now.

It's getting easier to...

Less...

I'm getting help.

I found a group. We talk.

You've been drinking.

You stink of alcohol.

And your work--

[Emma shouting] I'm fine!

-Emma.
-I'm sorry.

I'm here if you need me.

Thank you.

[somber music playing]

[Sybil] Yes.

I've worked in various funeral homes,

and recently one in Ashwoodly...

until the incident that sadly closed it.

Good people lost their jobs
and livelihoods.

But a mother lost her son.

It's awful. Just awful.

And you're recently bereaved yourself,
you say.

Yes. Uh...

Yes, my wife, she, um...

She, uh...

We ran this place together
for 32 years,

although we were together, well,
ten years before that, so, uh...

You know, so it's-- It's not been easy.

-Uh...
-I'm sorry.

I really should, you know,

call time on the whole thing
and retire to the seaside, but...

We talked about that.

We used to enjoy our trips to the coast.

What I'd do there on my own,
I really don't know. [chuckles]

Well, I can see how much you loved her.

And I can also see how much pride
you take in this place and what you do.

We're a small sort of cramp setup,

but we like to, uh,
offer individual service,

and we're proud of that.

Somebody the other week
called us boutique.

Do you, uh, have family?

[wistful music playing]

[dad whistles]

[muffled] Seat belts.

[dad] Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Woods in the lake

There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats

There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries

[voice fading]
And of reddest stolen cherries

Come away, O human child!

-[horn honking]
-[all scream]

[all scream]

[engine sputtering]

[somber music playing]

[thunder crashing]

[fly buzzing]

[whispers] Be good.

[footsteps approaching]

[Mr. Thomas] It can be
a lonely, cruel life sometimes.

Yes.

But I have my son now.

And he's at a lovely little nursery,
so I have much more time for myself.

Good. Good. Well, that's...

That's good.

Um...

When could you start?

[water running]

[somber music playing]

[boy giggling]

-[whooshing]
-[Emma sighs]

[Jake laughing]

[cell phone buzzing]

[Jake] Pow, pow, pow!

Jake! Jesus Christ!

Will you watch
where you're going for once?

Just get out of my sight now.

-[Jake whooshing, then laughing]
-[Emma groans]

[grunts]

[glass shatters]

[gasps]

[sobbing quietly]

[children shouting indistinctly]

[joggers speaking indistinctly]

[upbeat, whimsical music playing]

[upbeat, whimsical music
continues on headphones]

These are some of the oldest artifacts
found within the valley.

They date back to the Neolithic.

It's hard to believe
that people like you and me

were running around these very hills
thousands of years ago, hunting for food.

Whereas you and me,
we can just wander into local shop-- Oh.

Sorry. I...

I didn't realize you had your, uh...

-[music stops]
-Uh... I work here.

Um, sorry. Please, carry on. Um...

[soft, pensive music playing]

Bye, then.

Hope you enjoyed your visit.

Oh, I did.

Thank you.

[uplifting music playing]

Let's leave this place together,
you and me.

And maybe you'd like
to leave us a review online.

My name's Mark, by the way.

My name's Mark, by the way.

[music fades]

A good review
really can make a difference.

Cheeky.

[eerie, whimsical music playing]

[door closes]

-[keys jingle]
-[lock clicks]

[ominous music playing]

[Mr. Thomas] Sybil?

Where are you?

Ah, Sybil.

Sorry I'm late.

I was just making you a nice cup of tea.

Oh, thank you.

Now, there's a Mr. Fisher
coming in this morning.

Uh, you can handle that, Sybil.
It's just a simple cleanup and prep.

In the meantime, do you think
you could tidy up in the viewing room

and throw away any flowers
that are looking a bit tired?

Of course.

Mr. Thomas, I was wondering,
the locked door in the corridor...

Yeah, the old cold-storage room, yes.

No, you don't need
to worry about that. That's, uh...

That's, um...

You know, that--
That's not in use anymore, so...

[grunts] Uh...

I'm just gonna catch up in here.

[man over phone] Emma?

[sighs]

Do you miss him?

Emma, you need to stop this.

[rain pattering]

If you ring again,
you know what will happen.

It's just that you tell everyone
that you miss him and--

And yet...

you left us.

Emma, you've been warned.

We're not going through this again.

[melancholy music playing]

Weren't we happy?

Have you been drinking?

I used to make you laugh so easily.

[man sighs]

There was a lot of laughter here
before you--

Before you left us.

Look, I know it's not easy.

This is not easy for anyone.

But you can't keep ringing me.

[sobbing] I miss him.

I miss you.

Emma, please. This is not fair.

[thunder rumbling]

Maybe he's still here somewhere.

Under the bed.

What?

What do you mean?

Sometimes, I imagine
that none of it ever happened.

That you're all just hiding.

Playing a game.

Emma, what do you mean,
he's under the bed?

[phone clatters]

Emma?

Emma!

I take flight and meet the gargoyles

Only to realize they know my name

Higher still, up to the spire
Like a miniature Lazarus

[poet gasps]

My wings flutter forth, sending me north

I set a course with such force

The eagles show remorse

But for a simple touch

-[chips crunching]
-Of those strawberry locks once more

But youth

Regret

Alas, no more

Alas

No more

[shoe grinding]

[applause]

[whistling upbeat tune]

Mm.

Mrs. Fisher's coming in an hour
to view her husband.

You can handle that, Sybil.

Ah, yes, of course. He's almost done.

Just get his shoes on,
and I'll have him in place and ready.

Good.

Very good.

Did you hear that?

Your wife's coming in.

[Mrs. Fisher sobbing]
We were married for 40 years.

Together even longer.

It's difficult being alone

after having lived together
as a couple for an entire lifetime.

The only life I'll live spent...

doting and caring and tending
to your every whim and need.

An existence as a drudge.

[dramatic music playing]

All through our married life,
you mentally and physically abused me.

I stood by you through all your affairs,

the drink, the gambling,
and then you go and die.

A heart attack you so very well deserved,
you fucking bastard.

I hope it hurt.

Hope you were in pain.

[Mrs. Fisher sniffles]

Surely one more.

[gasps]

[bone cracks]

Mrs. Fisher, would you like
a glass of water?

Yes, please.

Oh, but for a simple touch once more

Of those strawberry locks

But youth

Regret

Alas, all gone

That's lovely. Thank you.

[Sybil] Mm.

Mm.

Yeah.

All right. Listen up, everybody.

Uh, there's been a further complaint
made by Emma's ex-husband,

and a very serious accusation.

John, you're with me, please.

[indistinct chatter]

[somber music playing]

[music turns eerie]

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell ringing]

[knocking on door]

-[door opens]
-[Miller] Can we come in?

[Emma sighs]

[door closes]

Sorry, Emma.

We had a call.

Yeah.

I suppose you just have to...

cover all your options, don't you?

Look, we're not giving up,
I can assure you.

We're doing everything
we can to find your son.

By coming here?

To my house?

Listen, this whole situation is unique
and very difficult for everyone involved.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[Miller sighs]

[Miller] You work for the police
in the same borough as the crime.

Everybody's trying their best.

Everybody's going way above and beyond

because they want to help you,
their colleague.

I don't want to ever have to come here
and do this ever again.

You can't call your ex.

You can't say the things that you said
without this happening.

I know.

I was drunk.

I was angry.

I was lonely.

We're doing everything we can
to find out exactly what happened,

as I'm sure you can appreciate.

I want to find him too.

[melancholy music playing]

[officer clears throat]
There's nothing here, sir.

Get yourself out of here.

Go away, just for a few days.

[somber music playing]

[Jake giggling]

[Jake whooshing]

[Jake giggles]

[laughing]

[breathing heavily]

[music fades]

[indistinct chatter]

The candle's flame
Can no more survive the lake

Than can the fish survive the air

Thank you once again for coming
to our Wednesday-night poetry sessions.

Would anyone like to start?

Oh! I'm so sorry. Um...

Um...

Uh, the museum.

-Mark?
-Yes.

Yeah, that's right.

Um-- [chuckles]

Uh, maybe can I get you
a drink, or, um--? No, um--

If you're ever passing by the museum,
I could give you a private guided tour.

Uh...

That would be very nice.

Thank you.

[pants]

[heartbeat thumping]

[thumping stops]

[indistinct chatter]

-How was work?
-Yeah, it was good, actually.

Yeah. Someone brought in
some medieval pottery they'd found.

I think at first
they thought it was Roman,

but you could tell the year at first sight

just from the materials
and the camber on the rim.

[Sybil] Roman?

Idiots.

I'll have a sherry, please, Mark.

Yes.

Get your new friend
a sherry, please, Mark.

I mean, it's the least you can do.

Otherwise, you might get drawn
into this fuck-awful poetry meeting.

[whispering] Go on, then.

-Who was that?
-Here we are.

Oh. Thank you.

[Mark] Thanks, mate.

[chuckles]

[droll jazz music playing]

[clock ticking]

[door unlocks]

[door opens]

[Mr. Thomas] Oh.

Hello. [chuckles]

It's, uh...

-Just a minute. I've brought the milk.
-[door closes]

[eerie music playing]

Well, it's, uh-- It's been raining.

I don't know if you saw that.

Um, you'd have laughed to see the birds

that were on the bird table
this morning and, uh...

So I put out the, uh--
Some stale breadcrumbs...

-[Mr. Thomas speaking indistinctly]
-[ticking continues]

[lively ragtime music
playing over speaker]

-[music continues]
-[knocking on door]

Not quite ready.

[knocking on door]

[gasps]

You look good enough to eat,
Sybil Chamberlain.

Oh, stop it.

We mustn't.

We must.

[Sybil gasping]

[moans]

[sighs]

[breathes shakily]

-[cell phone buzzing]
-[Jake giggling]

[Jake whooshing]

[Jake laughing]

[dog barking in distance]

[clock ticking]

[blinds rattling]

[somber music playing]

[Jake] Daddy!

[Jake laughing]

[energetic violin music playing]

[eerie music playing]

-Oh, you got a day off today?
-Nursery.

Lucky you. Enjoy.

[exhales]

Sorry.

-I bought lunch, yeah?
-[Mark] Thanks.

[Tina] Come on.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

[foreboding music playing]

Yes, mate.

-That was really good.
-Nice.

-We'll have a drink?
-Yeah.

[wolf-whistles]

[teenagers laughing]

What are you looking at? Hmm?
Why don't you look at yourselves?

"Oh, look at me on my skateboard.

Look at me skating with my pals,
up and down, up and down."

You look like a bunch of fucking pricks.

[squeaks]

-[eerie music playing]
-[panting]

[suspenseful music playing]

[grunts]

-[eerie music playing]
-[clock ticking]

[Mr. Thomas] I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for shouting.

Please don't-- Don't be upset.

I know you don't want to be here. I know.

I'm trying.

But I'm just so weak.

Just so weak.

[sobbing quietly]

[melancholy music playing]

Night-night.

[pensive music playing]

[door closes]

Yes, Mr. Arnold. No, no,
I understand your predicament.

It's just, uh, well,
we're not really set up

to do work for the coroner at the moment.

Well, I was hoping to take a few days off.

[Mr. Thomas chuckling]

Yes. Uh, yes, I could.

Yes, I'm-- Yes, I'm sure
we'll manage, Mr. Arnold.

You send him over. Of course.

Sybil, there's a big job
coming in this morning,

so we need our wits about us.
We'd better start with a nice cup of tea.

Of course, Mr. Thomas.

I'll just clear the viewing room
and take Mr. Fisher back down.

-Oh, and, Sybil, Yorkshire, mind-- Yes.
-Yorkshire. Yes, Mr. Thomas.

[keys jingling]

[lock clicks]

[pensive music playing]

[Mr. Thomas] Best prepare
yourself for this one, Sybil.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Motorbikes, motorbikes, motorbikes.

-[foreboding music playing]
-[Sybil gasps]

As often as not, it's not the person
on the bike, it's everybody else.

Driving too fast,
everybody looking in their mirrors.

-It's just such a waste of a life.
-Excuse me.

Yes.

A waste of a life.

Come on.

[dramatic music playing]

[gasps]

[gasps]

[panting]

-[tires screech]
-[people scream]

[breathing heavily]

Oh, yes.

Yes!

[slinky jazz music playing]

You all right, Sybil?

Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, you see, it's creputing there.

[Sybil] Mm-hm.

[blood squelches]

I think under the circumstances,
we've done very well.

I'll leave you to finish off, Sybil.

I'll, uh... I'll go and start
on the paperwork.

Mm-hm.

[Mr. Thomas] Day off tomorrow.

A good day by the seaside.

But, uh, I'll be back on Tuesday.

If I leave the keys on the desk,
can you lock up?

I... Yes. Thank you, Mr. Thomas.

[grunts]

Just a sec.

Oh. [chuckles]

There.

Thank you.

I can't thank you enough, Sybil.

It's really... It's first-rate work.

Thank you.

Be good.

[door closes]

[pensive music playing]

Looking well.

Better.

[music fades]

[dramatic music playing]

[saw slicing]

[bone cracks]

Yes?

[cell phone buzzing]

[somber music playing]

Jake! Jesus Christ!

Can you not watch
where you're going for once?

[Emma sighs]

Get out of my sight now.

[Jake whooshing]

-Hi.
-[Jake laughing]

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

I've just got my hands full.

-[Jake giggling]
-Yeah.

The childminder filled him
with sweets at the park.

Yeah, well, I've told her.

[ominous music playing]

[sobbing]

[doorbell rings]

Sorry, have we met?

He's not ready.

He's not ready?
What does that mean?

It means I need to get him ready.

Well, can someone call me
when he is ready?

[neck cracks]

Mm-hm.

[Sybil exhales]

-Anything else?
-No.

I'll be going now. Thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[pensive music playing]

Fucking bitch.

Shh.

I'm here now.

You're better off without her.

I think you know that now.

Let's turn the lights down, shall we?

[slinky jazz music playing over speaker]

[high pitched tone]

[bones creaking, cracking]

[gurgles]

[upbeat pop music playing]

♪ Leave your worries
When you're out on the town ♪

♪ I got no quarrels
When you're running around ♪

♪ Just think of me, baby ♪

♪ Once in a while ♪

♪ I got a feeling
That you're already gone ♪

♪ And I don't care
If you're singing a song ♪

♪ I made a table for one ♪

-♪ Took my heart, baby ♪
-♪ Ooh ♪

-♪ You took my heart, baby ♪
-♪ Ooh ♪

♪ You took my heart, baby ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You took my heart, baby ♪

[music stops]

Did she say when
you might be able to see him?

She said she'd call.

[Emma] I'm okay.

-[Sarah over phone] That's good to hear.
-[Emma] I just had to get away.

Yeah, I understand.

Uh, Sarah, if you hear anything,
anything at all, please call me.

You know I will. It's just...

Yeah, I-- I don't care what Miller says.

Of course. I'll do my best.

Thank you. Thank you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Whew!

Don't know about you, but I've worked up
quite an appetite after that.

[Mr. Fisher chuckles]

Do you think that's funny, do you?

Yeah, you would.

I saw you watching.

Don't think I didn't, pervert.

It's dirty little deviants like you
that need to be taught a lesson.

Don't they, Mark?

[eerie music playing]

Oh, you like that, do you?

[scalpel slicing]

How about this, pervert?

Fucking bastard!

[Sybil] You'll be choking
with laughter now.

[man] Just to let you know,
Poetry Night starts in half an hour,

if you wanted to join.

If you wanted to join us,
Poetry Night starts in half an hour.

Poetry Night starts in half an hour,
if you wanted to join us.

Fuck off.

[man] Right.

[foreboding music playing]

Do I know you?

No.

[pensive music playing]

[keyboard clicking]

-[music turns somber]
-[inaudible dialogue]

[door unlocking]

[cell phone buzzing]

[Tina] Yes, I'll be there right away.

Thank you for letting me know.

[ominous music playing]

-[Sybil] Winter smiles, its teeth brittle
-[father] Where dips the rocky highland

-[Sybil] In the unforgiving wind...
-[father] There lies a leafy island

Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;

-[Sybil] Sea air ignores me
-[father] There we've hid our faery vats

[Sybil] The chaffinch winces its way

Towards what heat
It can pertain from the tree...

[dramatic music playing]

[Sybil & her father
reciting poems indistinctly]

[rain pattering]

[thunder crashing]

[music turns ominous]

So to the flames
An empty space once more

Not even a shadow left

A life, a single soul

Who only knew love through--

[doorbell rings]

[clock ticking]

A nice slice of Battenberg.

Thank you for this.

So...

when can I see Mark?

Didn't bring anyone with you today, then?

Wouldn't want to keep anyone waiting
while we go through all the paperwork.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, you mean Lee?

Oh, you don't have
to explain anything to me.

I got a message from Mr. Thomas.

-Is he here today?
-He'll be back later.

Everything's all in order,
don't you worry.

Once you've finished your cake,
I'll take you through to the viewing room.

That's very kind of you, thank you.

You need to look through these and sign.

Mm-hm.

I made that.

Hmm.

It's very nice.

[coughs]

-[Tina continues coughing]
-Have some water.

[coughs]

Mm.

All done?

Right. Let's go and see him, then.

If you don't mind, I'll take it from here.

You can let yourself out
when you're done, then.

Very busy day ahead.

Very busy.

[somber music playing]

[sobbing quietly]

Visiting time is over.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Calm down. You'll upset him.

This is my fiancé,
and I have every right to be here.

-Please leave.
-Oh!

Oh! [thuds]

[Tina sobbing]

Come along.

Up you get.

[Tina whimpering]

Finished?

I think it's time you left, don't you?

We don't like your sort around here.

And I'd prefer it
if I never saw you again.

Off you pop.

I can't get up.

Don't feel very...

[panting]

...good.

Oh.

Too much Battenberg, you fat little pig.

[eerie music playing]

[Emma] Hi, Sarah.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

-Can you do me a favor?
-[Sarah] Yeah, okay.

I need you to get me all the information,
anything you can, on a Sybil Chamberlain.

Right, of course. I'll do my best.

Okay, thanks.

Associate in Applied Science.

Hmm.

[dramatic music playing]

[whirring]

[gasps]

Mr. Thomas, I'm sorry.

Stay where you are, Sybil. It suits you.

Uh, I was just cleaning up,
ready for your return.

Sit down, sit down.
I'm gonna make you a cup of tea.

Thank you.

Oh. Oh, God.

[suspenseful music playing]

[eerie music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[humming]

-[knocking on door]
-Oh.

Hello, Mr. Thomas. How was your break?

Just what I needed.

It gave me the chance
to get things straight in my mind.

Was everything okay while I was away?

Yes, everything's been fine here,
thank you.

I knew it would be.

We're lucky to have you.

You came along at just the right time.

You've been a lifesaver, Sybil.

I don't mind admitting that, uh,
I've been very low since Caroline died.

Some days were unbearable, really.

And I think it's because
we kept ourselves to ourselves.

It would have been different, I daresay,
if we'd been able to have children, but...

I was out walking
along the shore yesterday,

thinking about life and getting things
into perspective, and, uh...

I just wanted to say that
you've been a breath of fresh air,

and I've come to think of you
as the daughter that we might have had.

I'm rambling now.

[chuckles] Anyway, these are for you.

That's your own set of keys.

That'll give you a bit of flexibility,
and you can, uh, manage your own hours.

And then I'll talk you through
the office paperwork so that one day--

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Thomas, but I can't.

I've thought about this long and hard.

I've had some recent news
which means I won't be staying.

Oh.

Yes.

You see, I've met someone.

Someone I've rather
fallen in love with, it seems.

And... I'm gonna have a baby.

Quite soon, actually.

You--?

You're pregnant?

[eerie music plays]

Oh, well...

No, that's, uh-- That's come as a shock.

I thought we'd, um--

You know, that's a-- That's a shock.

When were you thinking of leaving?

In one's lifetime,

you can hold in a hand the number
of like-minded people you meet.

It's been an honor, Mr. Thomas.

Thank you for everything.

Without you,
I would never have met my love.

Yes. Oh, well, that's...

And I will be forever grateful.

Yeah, I've got it in front of me
at the moment. What's her name again?

Right, thank you.

Sarge, I found out
where she's currently working.

Bloody hell.

Right, we're on the move.

Well done, Ian. Come on.

We've got a significant lead here.

Let's get down there straightaway.

[dramatic music playing]

[pensive music playing]

You and I are both cut
from the same cloth, it seems.

Oh?

We both have our little peccadilloes...

our little secrets behind the scenes.

What?

Behind closed doors.

Frozen in time.

Did you see?

Oh, yes, I saw.

Well, you-- You must have misunderstood.

I don't think so.

Love can make us be...

What--?

What are you going to do?

What about?

-Your little secret tucked up in there?
-No, stop. Just... Just stop.

I don't know what you think,
but you're wrong.

What are the chances
of the two of us ever meeting?

I suppose we always
find our tribes in the end.

Our kind.

Goodbye, Mr. Thomas.

I don't care what you think.
Just wait. Just-- Just-- Just wait.

What are you going to do?

I told you, I'm going to have a baby.

You won't tell?

Thank you for everything.

[foreboding music playing]

[somber music playing]

-[dramatic music playing]
-[humming]

[knocking on door]

[Miller] Mr. Thomas? Police.

[knocking on door]

Police. We need to come in.

[door rattling]

Police. If you don't let us in,
we'll have to use force.

[knocking on door]

John, get the battering ram.

[sobs quietly]

-No!
-Stop it!

[child] I'm not going home!

Get back here!

Oi, come back! Stop!

[baby coos]

[Sybil] Okay.

-Okay.
-[baby cooing]

Shh.

Shh.

[baby crying]

Shh.

You're mine now.

Shh.

[engine starts]

[eerie music playing]

[muted]

[mother screams]

[door unlocks]

[exhales]

[Miller] We need forensics down here,
and get this place fenced off.

[Ian] On it, sarge, right away.

[woman over radio]
...suspect in the abduction of an infant

at Whitebridge Park.

Fuck, we need to get
down there right away.

That's got to be her.

[ominous music playing]

Emma, it's me.

You got a pen and paper?

Got some information for you.

-Go ahead.
-It's her family's home.

-The address is Seacroft Hall.
-Yeah.

Briar's Lane.

[suspenseful music playing]

[somber music playing]

I'll be back at the car when
you're ready. I'll try her again.

It's not unusual for those close to the
deceased not to make it to the funeral.

I know Tina has struggled
enormously with her loss.

[baby coos]

She's your sister...

and she'll need a lot of support
from you and Helen now.

[shaky breathing]

[rustling]

[gasps, then yells]

[screaming]

[eerie music playing]

[tranquil country music
playing over speaker]

She's beautiful.

I couldn't be happier.

This is what I've always dreamed of.

A beautiful family.

Thank you.

[Jake giggles]

[music fades]

[tense music playing]

[door creaking]

[gasps]

-[floor creaks]
-[gasps]

[door closes]

[glass shatters]

[dissonant classical music playing]

[classical music playing]

[tense music playing]

[glass shatters]

[breathing shakily]

[glass shatters]

[suspenseful music playing]

[uplifting music playing]

[ominous music playing]

[dissonant classical music playing]

[Emma] Dear God.

[gasps]

[eerie music playing]

[sobbing]

My baby.

[baby fusses]

[Miller] Jesus Christ.

[Emma coughing]

[coughing]

[Miller] Right, you two upstairs.

Through there.

[coughing]

Emma?

Emma.

Emma.

[Emma] Help me.

[footsteps]

[applause]

[audience whistling, cheering]

[Sybil] Thank you.

Thank you. Bless you all.

[applause dies down]

And so to the flames
An empty space once more

Not even a shadow left

A short interval in time

Where once stood a great life

[gentle music playing]

A solitary essence

Not forged for this world

A mortal body

Who wanted for nothing but love

And whose heart could beat no longer

A single, deserted being

Who only knew love

Through death

[dramatic music playing]

[eerie music playing]