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[bells ringing]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[otherworldly snarl]

[heavy thud]

[crate breaks open]

[dramatic piano music]

[owl cooing]

[fireplace crackling]

Am I released
from my confinement?

The men are quite finished, yes.

Your father wanted me
to inform you he has gone
to bed.

It seems the academics tired him
out.

Too many antiquities.

Far too many.
Are you off to bed as well?

Once I've drawn a picture
of the observable universe.

It is well past three.

That is when the stars are
at their brightest, Mrs. Grant.

Very good, miss.
I will leave you to it.

Thank you.

Mrs. Grant?

[tense music plays]

Antiquities can wait
until tomorrow, father.

[door creaks open]

[tense music plays]

[labored male breathing]

[match striking]

[struggling behind door]

[tea kettle whistles]

[tea kettle whines]

Anything else we can get
for you, Miss Margaret?

It's cold.

We could set a fire
in the drawing room
if you'd rather wait there.

I hate staring at that door.

Your father is a fighter, miss.

There are beasts in Africa
that haven't his constitution.

There was something...
unnatural about his face.

Yes.

I wouldn't know
how to put it into words.

Gaunt. Gaunt and hollow and...

frozen in an expression that...
most men only see glimpses of.

Do you think
it could have been a stroke?

They found my mother
in a similar state
a number of years ago.

He hardly looked human.

I imagine there are
different kinds of strokes.

Did...your mother survive
the incident?

I expect the worst
is already over.

If you would like
I could prepare

your father's favorites
for luncheon should he--

Miss Trelawny.

How is he?

Stable. For now.

Is that his blood?

-Yes.
-Why is it so dark?

Was it a stroke?

-I don't think so.
-A heart attack?

In my experience,
this is the hardest part
of treatment for the family.

You have your concerns but...

Mr. Trelawny
is not my first patient,
nor my hundredth.

I will require
a certain level of faith
to proceed.

The sergeant
hasn't found anything?

-Not yet, madam.
-What is happening to my father?

There is tension in his limbs,
not unlike that of rigamortis,

but he is still very much alive.

There is swelling
about his eyes,

but not from any sort of trauma.

It's as if he's experiencing
a number of different illnesses

or rather parts
of those illnesses
at the same time.

But you've seen something
like this before?

Frankly, madam, I haven't seen
anything like this

in my entire medical career.

But the science is the same.

I will identify the symptoms
and treat them.

We will know more
with the blood work.

And so we wait.

I have only lost
twelve patients, miss.

In my entire career
as a medical staff,

I remember their names
and their faces.

-[doorbell rings]
-That will be the door.

Anne.

How long
will the bloodwork take?

-[Nurse Kennedy]
It is hard to say.
-If you had to say?

-A number of days...
-If we don't have a number
of days, Nurse Kennedy?

Than he will likely die, miss.

Burden of mortality.

[Anne] Yes. This way.
They're in here.

Mr. Ross, ma'am.

-Margaret.
-Malcolm.

-I'm sorry to have called you.
-It's no trouble.

Thank you.

We didn't know
who else to involve.

I am a happy solution.

[Margaret] You are.

[Malcolm] I understand Abel
has been harmed.

We have him in the next room,
there is a sergeant
in there with him.

[Malcolm] Was it an attack?

I wouldn't put it so plainly.

[stirring liquids]

How would you put it?

[Nurse Kennedy]
He's unconscious.

With any luck, he shouldn't be
in too much pain.

[Sergeant Daw]
This is an open criminal
investigation.

I can't have people walking
through here!

Sergeant Daw.

Mr. Ross.

Are you the representative
on this case?

No.

I am here for social reasons.

I see.

He hasn't moved?

No. As I understand,
he was well until last night?

-That's correct.
-I imagine nothing like this
has happened before?

-No.
-You're the one
that discovered him, miss?

Yes.

Take me through the evening.

I heard something coming
from my father's room.

He's in the habit
of working late, it was
in my mind to tell him off.

[Margaret] I...
opened the door...but...

there was something wrong.

I could feel something standing
in the darkness.
Looking back at me.

An intruder.

I'm not sure.

But they were there watching me
as you are now,

it must have been only
a few feet away.

There was breathing.

-Breathing?
-[Margaret] A shallow,
hollow breath, very close,

like a wounded thing.

And it was angry.

How could you tell?

The way it was breathing.

I lit the lamp,
but the moment I did
so the thing was gone.

In the moments it took to light
a candle it had vanished.

That's when I saw him.
On the floor.

His face twisted and fixed.
Staring like a dog.

I've never seen him so afraid.

So terribly afraid.

We tried everything
we could to wake him.

One at a time
would be preferred, madame.

Mrs. Grant, you said?

Yes, sir. I am the head
of staff for this house.

And when were you notified?

Miss Trelawny called
for me directly.

[Mrs. Grant]
Under her instruction I sent
a man out to fetch a doctor

and to inform your station.

And where is that doctor?

I am the only
medical attendant here, sir.

-You're a nurse.
-I am.

Not a doctor.

That is correct.

They not have any doctors
on staff?

I was the only one
available, sir.

-How many doctors are
at your hospital?

Clearly not enough
for your taste.

-And you checked
with your superior?
-[Nurse Kennedy] Yes, sir.

They sent me out
because they believed
I could handle the situation.

You should have a doctor
on this case.

I assure you,
I am a capable professional.

You have a diagnosis, then?

I am in the process
of identifying--

No diagnosis.

I am in the process
of identifying any foreign
compounds in his blood.

[Nurse Kennedy]
There are no external clues
that would indicate an assault.

The lady said
there was an intruder.

I didn't say that.

There aren't any signs
of a struggle

there would be marks
on his skin.

If he was poisoned in his sleep
there wouldn't be any signs
of a struggle.

We should be interested
in what happened.

[Sergeant Daw]
We will discover what happened
by who done it.

The blood will contribute
to that discussion.

External clues lead
to criminal motivation.

[Nurse Kennedy]
Internal clues lead to answers.

[Nurse Kennedy]
If he was exposed
to any foreign compound...

-[Sergeant Daw] And how would
that have happened?
-[beetle chirping]

[Margaret gasps]

Margaret, are you alright?

Yes.

Has your father traveled
in the last few months, miss?

No. Not abroad.

He works at the London
University in town.

He makes the trip
in twice a week.

Antiquities.

He's a collector?

Yes, and he teaches antiquities.

I see.

Why do you ask?

The behavior he is exhibiting...

I have seen something similar
in patients rivaling addiction.

My father is not an addict.

He is experiencing
an extreme reaction.

Like an overdose?

Something similar.

What sort of substance
could affect a man so quickly?

And why does that substance
result in paralysis?

[Sergeant Daw]
That is the question.

That is two questions.

Just keeping track.

[Nurse Kennedy]
Whatever the substance is,
he is bound to it, miss.

He will not want to let it go.

[eerie music]

[frustrated sigh]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne?

Is something wrong, Anne?

No.

Sorry.

There should be more vinegar
on the shelf.

Is that arsenic?

The green bottle,
that shouldn't be there.

I might have misplaced it.

A single teaspoon is lethal
when dissolved in water.

You have a responsibility
to this staff.

Yes, Mrs. Grant.

As such,
there are no little mistakes,
you understand me?

Yes.

The brown bottle is vinegar.

[tense music plays]

[distant footsteps]

Are the stars still there?

I'm sorry
to have called you here.

Mrs. Grant has provided
a most wonderful room.

You have work.

I've made arrangements.

I have associates.

-You don't have associates.
-Well, I...

I have an associate.

-He'll watch the desk.
-If it's trouble...

I'm not my work, Margaret.

There are lawyers
and there are men who work
as lawyers.

That's a respectable way
of seeing the world, Mr. Ross.

The income office
would disagree.

[laughs]

Do you remember
that afternoon by the lake?

Yes.

I made you a promise.

Those weren't just words.

Perhaps we find ourselves
at that lake again
in the coming weeks?

Admittedly, rowing
isn't my strong suit.

It's not, is it?

You didn't have to agree
so quickly.

[laughs]

[gentle piano music]

Margaret, I, uh...

This isn't the time, but...

I should say...

That is I would like to say...

[romantic music builds]

[loud echoing thud]

[mysterious whispering]

Drafts?

-Pardon?
-Are there drafts in this house?

No.

There still could be
a current somewhere
in the house.

How have you been feeling
tonight, Malcolm?

Cold, but, well. Why?

No. I can't help but feel...

What is it?

Have you ever felt
someone watching you

when you're walking down
the street alone?

You look up and you see them,
across the street,

a beggar man staring at you.

It's just...

When I look for the beggar man
in this house...

He's not there.
He's watching me,
I can feel his eyes,

but he's not there.

You're saying there's a,
a presence, here in this house?

Yes. Something deep and angry.

I don't believe
in ghosts, Margaret.

I'm quite horrified of the idea.

You don't believe in them
or they horrify you?

Both, I suppose.

How contrarian of you.

I assure you,
there are no ghosts
in this house.

I expect the worst
is already over.

[tense music plays]

[pencil scratches]

[nurse sighs]

Mrs. Grant.

I didn't know
anyone else was awake.

You wanted to examine
Mr. Trelawny's pain medication?

Um...red bottle?

-That's right.
-You can place it anywhere.

Is it an addiction?

It's just morphine.

-You may not want--
-I have seen many things
in this house, Nurse Kennedy,

none of them have been repeated.

I appreciate
your professionalism.

A gossip doesn't make
a good house staff.

Mr. Trelawny told me that.

How is he?

Difficult.

That would be his nature.

Well, I will be taking these
to the hospital
for further examination.

They need further examination?

I am working as quickly
as I am able.

He's never met an obstacle
he can't overcome.

Yes.

We will see you again soon.

I expect so.

Well.

Anne?

Miss Margaret.

You're up late.

Yes.

I started doing Tuesdays chores
this morning by accident.

Because I forgot
it was only Monday.

So I got behind.

It has been difficult to keep
the days straight.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you looking for something?

-What?
-You seem inquisitive.

Oh.

I didn't mean
to seem inquisitive.

Sorry.

Should I...

Is there anything
I could get you
before I turn in for the night?

No. Thank you, Anne.

[clock ticking]

[clock stops]

[floorboards creak]

[horrifying boom]

[horrific strings and drums]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

[footsteps]

[beetle chirp]

[suspense music plays]

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

I am a member of this house.

The house
you find yourself in now.

Can you hear me?

[Margaret shrieks]

[horror music plays]

[distant birds chirping]

I thought you were going
to sleep?

-Is it morning?
-[Malcolm] Only just.

Mrs. Grant may be
the only other person awake.

I don't remember falling asleep.

[Malcolm]
Like father like daughter.

Working to sleep.

Oh. Yes.

What were you reading?

I don't remember.

Did you sleep at all?

Fine. I'm, I'm fine.

How is my father,
have you seen him yet
this morning?

I have.

Is he worse?

Not worse.

[muttering]
Tiyeho... Tiyehotep...

[ominous music rises]

When did he wake up?

Sometime in the morning.

Tiyehotep? What is he saying?

I'm not familiar with the word.

Nor am I.

[Malcolm] It sounds foreign.

Mrs. Grant.

Did they have
something shipped here?

A foreign substance
with which they might have
experimented?

Nothing
that I was made aware of.

I found a shipping confirmation
in my father's work.

Something shipped
from Cairo to London.

It was signed
by Mr. Thomas Pettigrew.

Who?

A friend of my father's.

The only Dutchman
he doesn't hate,
I've heard him say.

I'm not familiar
with this gentleman.

I wouldn't call him a gentleman.

He has a certain reputation
among women.

The kind that comes
from sleeping
with married women.

And he was at your father's
gentlemen's club
the previous night?

Mr. Trelawny doesn't allow
the women of the house
to attend,

but I believe Mr. Pettigrew
seldom misses it.

Well...

He's a beginning
to our hedgemaze at any rate.

If you are available
this afternoon,

you're more than welcome
to join me at his property.

Of course.

I wasn't aware Mr. Pettigrew
had company this afternoon.

No, I'm afraid
we had to come unannounced.

I'm sorry
for the state of things.

I would have cleaned the floor
if I knew someone was coming.

-Not at all.
-Is Mr. Pettigrew in?

It is of the utmost importance
to speak with him.

I'm afraid he's otherwise
engaged at the present time.

Then he must become unengaged.

Mr. Trelawny is not well.

We believe your Mr. Pettigrew
can assist us
in our endeavour to save him.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,
but he's uh, not fit
to entertain today.

How so?

He's ill.

In what way?

[Emma] He's been in here
since it happened.

[Malcolm] Since what happened?

How long has he been like this?

I don't know.

It happened sometime
in the middle of the night.

His eyes, Malcolm.

[Emma] I've never seen anyone
like this before.

Not even winter fever.

Has he said anything
since he's been like this?

No, sir.

I've tried everything
I could to wake him.

[Malcolm] I'm sure.

Is he saying anything now?

-[chaotic music plays]
-[unintelligible screaming]

[Malcolm] Hold him down!

[screaming continues]

Hold him down!

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

[tense music plays]

-[tea cup clatters]
-[Emma] It's chamomile, miss.

Thank you.

I didn't know he was that way,

or I wouldn't have
invited you up.

He was screaming. Over and over.

Nothing I'd ever heard before.

[Emma] I don't speak in tongues.

Sorry?

He was speaking
in tongues, miss.

It wasn't English.

It was English.

No, it was foreign.
Arabic or something.

[Emma] I couldn't begin
to pronounce it.

Did you hear him say
something else?

Yes. He said, "find me".

Over and over again. Find me.
It was clear English.

[Margaret] You didn't hear that?

[door opens]

[Margaret] Nurse Kennedy?

Hello. I am here to check in
on Mr. Pettigrew.

You are seeing him as well?

I have been, yes.

Has there been any change
to his condition?

There has.

In what way?

I'll take you to him, ma'am.

[haunting music plays]

Were all the men
at the meeting affected
in the same way?

I don't know.

[Margaret] What causes a man
to be struck down
in the middle of the night.

[Mrs. Grant]
And their blood to run black.

I didn't know
your father was religious.

Only my mother was.

[Margaret] Is something wrong?

[Mrs. Grant] That's Anne's.
That's odd, she never takes it
off.

It might have slipped off
while she was
taking care of him.

It was in my father's pocket.
Why would it be in his pocket?

[tense music plays]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne.

Miss Margaret would like a word.

Of course.

-At the very moment?
-At the very moment
would be preferred.

[tense music plays]

[Margaret] Do you know
why we have called you
in here, Anne?

Did I use the wrong polish
on the silverware?

We found your necklace.

Oh.

Thank you.
I've been looking for it.

It was in my father's vest.

It was?

His vest pocket.

That's...

I don't know why it would be.

It must have fallen
and he found it.

Mrs. Grant said
you were wearing it
the night of the men's club.

-She was.
-And you were not
the next morning.

If our timeline is correct,

you may have been
the last person to see him
before his mind dissolved.

We should like
an explanation for that.

I can't.

Please don't throw me out,
Miss Margaret.
I have nowhere else to go.

Why would your employment
with the Trelawnys
suddenly be in question?

I only did
as he requested of me.

What do you mean?

Mr. Trelawny...

...has other duties for me,
on occasion.

And what are these other duties?

I am to do what pleases him.

Or have him...

do to me what pleases himself.

And I am not to tell anyone
because it would reflect poorly
on him.

My father is a gentleman.

Of course,
Miss Margaret, I know.

I'm nothing but grateful
for my employment here--

He would never be
so unprofessional.

What happened that night, Anne?

Mr. Trelawny came to me
after the men's club, and...

made it clear that... he was...

Yes.

But he was not
in his normal state as we began.

How so?

He was...

I don't have
the right word for it, sir.

Perhaps a collection
of imperfect words, then.

It was...

It was... if he was not
all together there.

As if he wasn't really
seeing me.

Do you have any idea
what affected him?

No.

I'm sorry I did not disclose
this to you earlier,
Miss Margaret.

-I had feared that--
-You may got back
to your chores.

Yes, Miss Margaret.

It could have been laudanum.

An injection of some kind.

It would have to have been
a highly addictive substance

to have affected them
for such a long time.

Yes.

There are so many locked doors
in a person.

It would depend upon
the person, I imagine.

For all our efforts,
this is a step forward.

We know something happened
at that meeting.

We find the substance
responsible,
and we reverse the affect.

Simple as that.

Simple as that.

[pencil scratching on paper]

Nurse?

Sergeant.

I wasn't aware you were working
this case as well.

I believe it is
the same case, sir.

Do you?

Mr. Pettigrew is suffering
an identical paralysis
to that of Mr. Trelawny.

A coma.

A trance.

There isn't a better word.

Like a spell?

-I wouldn't say spell.
-[Sergeant Daw]
What would you say?

A trance.

You have experience
with trances?

I have experience
with addiction.

My mother was indoctrinated
into a ward.

I pay for her treatment,
as best I can.

She's an opium user?

I have a dying habit of fighting
for lost causes.

Well. I think you've made it
clear your methods are
of no use to us.

They would only be of no use,
if they did not present results.

We agree there.

Yes.

[writing]

Are you saying you have results?

I am investigating
my results presently.

You've found something?

-Yes.
-Proof of your theory?

That is what results mean, sir.

I'm confirming my investigation
as we speak.

[writing continues]

What did you find?

[tense music plays]

What did you find, Nurse?

-They're ancient.
-What?

What...? Where you going?

Aye! Where are you going?

Miss Trelawny.

-Miss Trelawny!
-[Mrs. Grant] Nurse Kennedy!

-What is the matter?
-I haven't been able to get
a word out of her.

-Miss Trelawny.
-[Margaret] What is it?

I have a diagnosis.

You found something?

I didn't see it at first,
as I was not looking
at the age of the samples.

What did you find, Nurse?

The anomaly is not just
a compound, but also
the blood itself.

The blood currently
within Mr. Trelawny's
and Mr. Pettigrew veins

dates back thousands of years.
It's ancient blood.

-What?
-I ran my tests a number
of times to verify my results.

The samples date back
as far as ancient Egypt.

-Egypt?
-We don't need imagination,
Nurse.

-We need information.
-It's not imagination!

This ancient blood has caused
their veins
to suddenly run black.

We've had enough of this...

Why this blood has persisted
thousands of years,
and currently resides

within their bloodstream
is another question
altogether, but...

I would be willing to stake
my entire medical--

-Nurse--
-...career on this discovery!

This blood will kill them
if it is left to remain,
do you understand?

Doctors are never so passionate.

That is my diagnosis.

-Ancient blood?
-Yes.

And you have no idea
why they got this way?

-Not yet.
-I may.

I believe there is a proposition
we have yet to consider.

And what is that?

That there was...

or rather,
that there is currently
something in this house

that affected them.

Can you be more specific?

A presence, sir.

Can you be less colloquial?

A spirit.

Something that does not belong.

You're proposing
the supernatural?

Is it too much to believe
that a spirit
is making itself know to us?

Yes!

That is too much to believe.

The supernatural
is not a valid claim of defense.

In the walls, I have heard--

Ghost stories, miss?

I've seen men and women flayed,

dripping in their own blood,
their flesh pulled down
over their ankles,

inner organs splayed out!

-Sergeant!
-And it was not the work
of ghosts or spirits.

I wouldn't have brought this up
if I didn't believe it
had merit.

Based upon what?

Over the last few nights,
since my father's attack,

something has been making
itself known to me and I to it.

-That's enough, Margaret.
-I believe if I am able
to communicate

with this spirit
then I will be able to--

That's enough, Margaret!
We've heard enough!

-Malcolm.
-The sergeant

and the good nurse
are professionals
they must have our trust.

May we have the room.

For what reason?

I would like to speak
with Mr. Ross.

I'm not sure that's
in our best interest--

The room. Please.

This may not be the best place
for you, sir.

I wish to speak with him,
is that so difficult a request?

-Sir.
-It will be fine.

I'll be just one room over.

They leave when you say so.

-I don't...
-[Margaret] Yes?

I, I don't condone
fear mongering, Margaret.

-It isn't fear mongering.
-You're talking about myths,

stories as if they are
proper discourse.

-They're not stories.
-We must speak modestly
in mixed company.

Speak modestly?

Yes.

When you speak, be it to a man
or a woman or a tree,
you have their respect.

You need only walk into a room.

When can I speak freely?

Here. With me.

Then I mean to tell you
there is something
in this house.

You ask too much, Margaret.

Margaret, I care
for you, deeply.

Truly, madly, but I need you
to be a woman, and not a girl.

Not anymore.

You love in pieces, Malcolm.

Parts, but not the whole.

That's not true.

Generously and romantically,
but not completely.

That's a cruel thing to say.

I know.

And quite inaccurate.

[sad orchestral music]

Is someone there?

Are you alright?

Yes, I...

Well, I heard you coming.

It's always a pleasure
when our paths cross, Mr. Ross.

-[ice rattles in glass]
-Yes.

I trust your office is well.

[Malcolm] It is.

Did you need something?

How well do you know
this family, Malcolm?

After a fashion. I...

I have intentions
with the lady of the house.

I'm aware.

Mrs. Grant must have said
something.

You're not subtle
in your intentions, sir.

Well, I'm still
in my early stages
with the woman,

which is to say that I, uh...

I'm enjoying
the courting process.

I meant that as a compliment.

I see you as a man
that acts logically and simply.

I believe that is a compliment.

How would you describe
Margaret's relationship
with her father?

They're not particularly close,

but I believe she cares for him.

I'm sorry, is there a purpose
to this conversation
or does small talk

with a sergeant always feel
like an interrogation?

You, as a lawyer, are familiar
with criminal investigations.

You understand an assailant
for a violent case
is most often someone close

to the victim.

A number of cases on my desk
fit the formula
you are describing.

The lady of the house.

Her latest theory.

People say desperate things
when they feel
threatened, cornered.

Well, yes, it's just...

Sh-she's highly imaginative,
I will grant you that,
but she's quite innocent.

Women are behaving more
like men everyday, sir.

Margaret will benefit the most
from her father's passing.

Financially speaking.

The argument could be made.

It can. And it is being made.

You know this woman well?

attempting to understand her
at best, sir.

But you are aware
she's been acting peculiar.

It's been
a difficult week for her.

Is it so hard to get a yes
or a no out of a lawyer?

She's been acting strange, yes?

-I must say, Sargeant,
this line of--

Mr. Ross! She accused an ancient
spirit of possessing her father.

She did do that.

A spirit she feels

-in the wall.
-[knock, knock]

Yes.

Was that so difficult?

I've seen men carted off
to asylums with half the cause.

I've sent a dozen myself.

I persist. She has had
a challenging week.

She is acting strange.

She has financial motive
and opportunity.
Do you agree, sir?

-I would like to counter--
-Would you?

...that all of this remains
circumstantial.

And that you do not
in your possession

currently hold any proof
of financial deviancy--

-I...
-...at this time.

You must grant me that, sir.

Proof is required
for a conviction.

Yes.

It is.

But I need you to ask yourself
one very important question,
Mr. Ross.

Do you really know this woman
as well as you think you do?

He hasn't moved?

No.

Does he still look
like my father?

Your father is sick.

It's scary for all of us,

but he needs rest.

And so do you.

I'm not so sure.

No? Then what do you propose?

I believe he's cursed.

[tense music plays]

Good night, Margaret.

[Malcolm sighs]

[tense music plays]

[ethereal whispers]

[tense music plays]

[suspense music plays]

[whispering grows louder]

[Margaret gasps]

[scared breathing]

[desperate knocking]

[door creaking open]

Margaret.

What's wrong?

What's happened?

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Did you see something?

I followed her up the stairs.

I didn't know what it was.

Margaret.

She wanted me to see it.

What did you see?

[Margaret shrieks]

It's alright. It's alright,
it's alright, just breathe.
Just breathe.

What did you see, Margaret?

I can show you.

[tense music plays]

He had it shipped here?

I don't know.

She has been making herself
known to me.

-She?
-She wanted to be found.

To what end?

I don't know.

[Malcolm sighs]

We should have
the body examined.

It would be
a very good place to start.

How do we identify an ancient
mummified corpse?

-[distant bells ringing]
-[city noises]

Damn. The lineage runs cold
again.

It would be
from the Sekhemkhet family

if it were a figure of a falcon.

They wouldn't have introduced
the falcon until
the next century.

Unless that jar
is from the next century.

I don't believe it is.

[door opening]

Mr. Corbeck?

There's a scroll
on the shelf behind me.

On the upper left side
there's a cartouche,

is the figure that of an owl
or a viper?

On the top of the page?

The left margin.

[happy music plays]

It's a falcon.

A falcon?

-Yes.
-Quite sure?

-It appears to me.
-Yes.

It's the Sekhemkhet family...

[Corbeck] Damn.

You're not
my research assistants.

-No.
-How did you get into my office?

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

My father is Mr. Abel Trelawny.

I understand you're the doctor
on Egyptology here
at the university.

Yes.

Then you are the expert
on Egyptian culture.

Quite right.

There are no sands
like that of the old country.

They drape the land in wonder.

[Margaret]
Mm, you've never been to Egypt.

I've done a great deal
of research.

We were hoping to bring
something to your attention
for identification.

Oh?

How confident are you
in your transcription abilities?

After the dynastic period
or before?

It depends, you know.

We don't know.

It is a full document
or just a partial manuscript?

-Not a manuscript.
-Not a manuscript.

Florence?

Thank you.

[Corbeck] There's an incision
along the right flank.

That would have been expensive.

Certainly from the upper class.

I've never seen stitching like
this, the care is reverent.

She was afforded a bracelet.

What's wrong?

The hieroglyphics...

The sun above the figure of Ka,
rising in glory.

They wouldn't...

Not unless they believed...

[both] She was born of Ra.

What does it mean?

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is not
an ordinary specimen.

Why not?

She's royal.

She's a queen?

Further than that, miss.
In your home,

you possess what may be
the first female pharaoh
ever discovered.

You see, the inscription
is quite clear.

Queen Tiyehotep,
Pharaoh of the Dawn.

Tiyehotep.

"Tiye" meaning "deity of light"
and "Hotep", rough translation,

"to be at peace"
or, or "to seek peace".

It has always seemed possible
within their hierarchy,

but the burial method here
is quite clear.

Tiyehotep received
a royal burial.

Early sixth century
before Christ,
would be my guess.

It was popular to mold
the wrappings as they are now
in the Old Kingdom.

How long has she been here?

Not long. The-- the shipping
has it here.

April of last year
as the departure.

She arrived just
a number of days ago.

Why would someone do that?

Put plainly, certain circles
have taken to purchasing

the ancient dead
as a means to consume them.

Sir?

They grind them into dust,
mix them with a liquid
and ingest them.

As a means to gain
their eternal life.

Consuming her would do
what to them exactly?

If you believe the ancients,
to defile a daughter of Ra,

the results would be
as horrific as I can imagine.

Your father is a good man.

I felt as though
I should say that.

I have worked houses
all my life, miss.

I've seen fathers beat
their children,

burn wrists, cruelty
you can't imagine.

Your father has always been
kind to you.

He provides you
with so many opportunities.

Is that the standard
by which we are to judge them?

At least
he doesn't beat children.

It's not fair to judge someone
by their worst moments.

It's not in men's nature
to be bridled.

What is in men's nature?

[sharp breathing]

[tense music plays]

[water dripping into basin]

[quiet humming]

[water dripping]

[Emma gasps]

Mr. Pettigrew?

Are you alright?

[suspense music plays]

Mr. Pettigrew?

[horror violins rise]

[music stops abruptly]

Tiyehotep.

Asalam alaikum.

You are a queen.
A pharaoh of Egypt.

And you are not.

My Egyptian is elementary.

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

Yes?

Your body was taken here,
to this house.

To rot.

There isn't a fate more foul
than waiting.

If we returned
your body to Egypt...

would your spirit be able
to finish its journey?

I am not meant
to stand in the fields.

After they have defiled
and debased ripped open my form.

I have become an exhibition.

I'm sorry
for what they have done to you.

There is a field

where the sun gives
its grace eternal
upon the waters of Iteru.

And the breeze folds
through Reeds.

There a pharaoh
shall become one with Osiris.

You will see it.

[gentle music rises]

I am no longer whole.

My body desecrated.

My flesh devoured
by their appetite.

They do not decide
if you are whole or not.

You will see your Field
of Reeds, Tiyehotep.

[gentle music plays]

[distant birds singing]

[sudden crash]

[tense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret?

Was it my father?

[suspense music plays]

Malcolm.

[door squeaks closed]

[scratching grows louder]

[Margaret] Mr. Pettigrew?

What are you doing?

Why are you here, Mr. Pettigrew?

Mr. Pettigrew...

[Pettigrew screams aggressively]

[Pettigrew growls, struggling]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Uh...

[suspenseful violin music grows]

[struggling]

You're not going anywhere,
Mr. Pettigrew.

We have you quite secure.

You understand me?

Can you hear me, Mr. Pettigrew?

She doesn't need to be here.

-The woman.
-I'm not leaving, sir.

-Send her out.
-I'm not leaving!

You broke into this estate,
Mr. Pettigrew.

Why did you break in?

It made us see.

It opened our eyes.

-What opened your eyes?
-I need to taste it again...

It opened whose eyes?

The men in your club?

[laughing] It's not a club.

No?

-No.
-[Margaret] What is it?

It's a brotherhood.

Who is part of your brotherhood?

It could be anyone.

We wear masks
for our own discretion.

I don't know
who my brothers are.

Maybe it's him.

What did you want with her?

Why aren't you getting it
for me?

You're not listening to me!

No, you're not listening to me!

Mr. Pettigrew!

Let's stay calm.

You're treating me like a beast.

Give her to me.

-We won't be doing that.
-You would treat
a gentleman like this?

-She belongs to us!
-Mr. Pettigrew.

-Give it to me!
-You can't have her!

That's what buying means.
It's a transaction.

-You would have
a woman behave like this?
-Like what?

Give me my property!

Give me flesh! And bone!

She's mine!

She's mine!

I expect it won't hold him
for long.

-No. Likely not.
-No.

Consuming the corpse
did this to him?

-It did something.
-[Abel] Margaret.

Father.

Did I give you a start?

Pardon?

Well, you're breathing
quite quickly.

I'm fine. How are you?

Is there something wrong
with this door?

[Pettigrew] You can't treat
a gentleman like this!

Mr. Pettigrew broke
into your house, sir.

We have him trapped
behind this door.

I'll leave you to tend to that.
I have work to do.

And what sort of work is that?

Well. I told Mr. Pettigrew
I would have some antiquities
his way this afternoon.

It would be better
if you rested, father.

I have been resting.

I need to see to my work.

-[Malcolm] Abel.
-What are you doing?

We can't let you back to her.

What do you mean?
I need to see to my work!

[struggling]

[Abel] She belongs to me!

[door slams shut]

Mrs. Grant!

[Abel] Margaret open this door!

Mrs. Grant!

What's wrong with Mr. Trelawny?

This door does not open
for any reason,

no matter what he says to you.
Do you understand me?

Yes, miss. What's going on?

Do not let him out of this room!

[pounding on door]

She's not safe.

[Abel] Irene, open this door.

I can't, sir.

[heavy breathing]

[loud crash]

[suspense music plays]

[Abel] Have you forgotten
everything I've done for you?

I can't let you out, sir.

[Abel] There is no one
in this earth that sees me
as you do.

Please.

Open this door.

[suspense music plays]

-[men grappling]
-[Abel] Irene.

Mrs. Grant?

This is his house.

[gut punch]

[gut punch]

[heavy breathing]

We must allow him the chance
to prove himself.

Open this door!

[Abel] Open it!

[door rattles]

[Anne gasps]

[Pettigrew]
She's mine! She's mine!

[suspense music plays]

[powerful strike]

[hammer strikes nail]

Margaret.
There are more of them.

[suspense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret...

Margaret.

[eerie music]

Father...

Don't do this.

[loud cloth rip]

Let her go!

The Ancients believed
in a life-force
that they called Ka.

An energy connecting
the living and the dead.

They believed with enough Ka
life and death
were simply veils.

Nothing really dies.

A mummified body
is their home of the Ka.

A temple for the spirit.

[Abel] That is what makes
a mummy such a gift.

For to taste the flesh
of a queen is to become divine.

She has made herself known
to me.

We must send
her body back to Egypt.

I won't be sending her back.

She belongs to me.

[suspense music plays]

[ghostly whispers]

[whispers grow louder]

Margaret?

She belongs to all of us.

Get back.

-[scared breathing]
-Get back!

-[violent stab]
-Father!

[Abel grunts]

[fresh blood gushes]

[cultist] Give her to me!

[men screaming]

[Abel grunts]

-[groans]
-[blood sprays]

[manic breathing]

[tragic music plays]

[desperate sigh]

[water sloshing]

[scrubbing]

[sad music plays]

You kept them behind the door
as long as you could.

They still got out.

[water dripping]

I started working at this estate
when I was about your age.

I wish I had been strong enough
to stop Mr. Trelawny then.

I should have protected you.

It isn't your fault, Mrs. Grant.

It isn't yours either.

[gentle music rises]

[water sloshing]

[gentle melody continues]

[gentle piano]

[birds chirping]

[piano music fades]

Well, take me
through the evening.

I heard the break
in late last night.

Around what time was this?

Past one.

I made my way downstairs to see
what was making the commotion.

Anything in particular
they were after?

I suspect they were after
my effects.

I collect antiquities.

Your father testified
it was a break-in last night.

-Yes.
-Malcolm was with me
in the house.

He has been watching
over me as I recover.

-I'm aware.
-He helped me defend the house.

They made their way
into the house but he was able
to fend them off.

You were in your room?

I fear that if he wasn't here
to intervene...

I don't believe that I would
have survived the night.

[Sergeant Daw] Miss?

I wasn't in my room.

-No?
-He killed them.

In self-defense?

Not in self-defense.

They weren't thieves, sir.

-You're sure?
-Very much.

Very sure?

Mr. Trelawny staged the room
to make it seem like a break in.

-He did it himself?
-[Anne] Yes, sir.

I'm just glad
that the women are alright.

I can't imagine
what they would have done
to them.

[Margaret]
They came for the corpse.

My father purchased it.

He purchased a corpse?

Mr. Trelawny drove them
to it, sir.

Margaret is telling the truth.

[playful music plays]

Nurse?

Sergeant?

They wanted to consume
the corpse as a means
to gain eternal life.

That doesn't seem right.

I have proof of the compound
in their blood.

They were attempting
to consume the ancient body.

The corpse is still
in the house to verify
our testimony.

I will be putting
in a good word with
your supervisor.

You can expect that.

Men of stature
must stick together.

[distant arguing]

Margaret.

I am so very sorry
I didn't believe you.

It's alright.

And I know those are
just words, but...

I will make amends.

We should make contact
with Mr. Corbeck.

[Abel] She made me do it!

It is all her fault.

The corpse made you do it, sir?

You're not listening to me.

-I'm afraid I am.
-[Abel] It was self-defense.

I am afforded the ability
to make my claim.

[Sergeant Daw] We're going
to need to take this
from the start, sir.

[Abel] Margaret!

Tell him what happened.

The supernatural
is not a valid claim
of defense, Father.

[playful music plays]

[music ends]

Anne.

Miss Margaret.

We are almost done
with the floors.

Mrs. Grant and I.

Yes.

I wanted to speak with you.

If Mr. Trelawny is...

If there's no longer
a place for me here...

The household
is under my jurisdiction.

You have a place here as long
as you would like it.

Thank you, ma'am.

Anne, I'm sorry.

For what he did to you.

For the pain he caused you.

I didn't see it.

And I'm sorry I was so quick
to take his side.

But...

I'm here for you now.

[hopeful music rises]

I'm here.

[music swells]

I have made arrangements
for her to be sent back to the
antiquities office in Cairo.

Where she may rest.

They will house the body
with the original artifacts
discovered in her tomb.

As I understand she was buried
with a most beloved cat.

She will take it with her
to the afterlife?

If you believe
in that sort of thing.

You don't, Mr. Corbeck?

If at the end of my life
I find myself being judged

by forty-two divine entities
for my every action,

I would like to think
that I pass the test.

I hope so too, Mr. Corbeck.

She's ready.

As I understand.

Her journey will be long.

But not solitary.

Thank God for that.

[hopeful music swells]

Rest well.

Daughter of Ra.

[beetle chirps]

[Egyptian music]