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You know why Angelo sprayed rum on you?

Some people think it protects you from bad spirits.

I opened that trunk. I released Charlotte.

She possessed Oliver. Where's my daughter, miss?

- She is my property to do with as I please. - Abi?!

I have sold her. No!

You will be escorted to county jail,

- where you will face the appropriate punishment. - Sarah!

Are you a God-fearing man, Mr O'Connell?

Sarah! Take off your head dress.

We're all at risk as long as she can tear something from us.

I need Cudjoe's tooth. What are you gonna do with it?

Destroy it. End the possession.

Is a grave that? Cudjoe. Please. It's me.

Cudjoe? Cudjoe! No! Stop!

You really shouldn't have been drawn into this.

He's not the man you think he is.

Saint Michael. The Archangel.

Defend us in battle.

Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

Ooh!

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

Fuck.

Ancestors.

I'm asking you to help me.

Please.

Mum?

♪ When I look at Where I'm coming from

♪ Looking back At where the journey began

♪ I really haffi say that I'm strong I'm strong

♪ All praises to the most high one

♪ Yah an' I tell ya Where I'm coming from

♪ Looking back at where the journey began

♪ I really haffi say that I'm strong I'm strong

♪ All praises

♪ Ah, ah, yeah

♪ To the most high, to the most high

♪ To the most high

♪ To the most high, to the most high

♪ To the most high ♪

Do it.

Brother.

Your name?

Your name?

Matthew.

Your name. The name your people gave you.

My grandmother call me Cudjoe.

Kojo.

Kojo's a good name!

Fante name.

You lucky to be alive, Obeah-man.

I am not a Obeah-man.

You can read. Read?

My father taught me reading. It is not sorcery.

It is when it stays an execution.

Them say your kinswoman brought pox 'pon the Master,

then conjured a plague of locusts.

Is that them say?

Is that what you report?

Me no see nothing. Me grandmother dead.

That is what me know.

Where's... Where's my daughter, miss?

Backra...

...sell my daughter to Saint Domingue.

She kill me wife if me go back to Hope Hill.

Do not call me a lucky man.

A luckier man would be dead.

What say she say?

There are rumours. The white witch who governs over Hope Hill.

She works slaves till they die.

And work them still after that.

Picking and cutting. She make them zombi.

Eternal slave.

Your wife will be in need of you.

Help us and you might see her again.

I am no rebel. Then what are you?!

Petronella and um...

Henry, is it? Captain's requested your execution be brought forward.

- Eh? - You'll be sent forshortly after sunrise tomorrow.

I pray that Christ may yet restore what is eternal in you.

You didn't say my name...

sir.

What's that, then? Hey?

We dead anyway.

You are either a rebel,

or a slave... or a corpse.

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Come on, come on. Please, please, please, please.

You wanted to speak to me?

Are you in charge? I'm a Senior Detective.

Hello. My daughter's missing.

I haven't seen her since yesterday afternoon.

She said she'd meet me back at the hotel, but she hasn't come back.

I can't get through to her on her phone. Her name's Claudia McKenzie.

I know who she is.

- We have guidelines for filing a missing persons. - I understand.

It isn't the first time she's run off.

Not even the first time this week. I'm telling you, my daughter...

a foreign national, is missing!

Watch your tone!

A few days ago, your daughter was arrested

for an attack on her own client.

I don't know what she's told you, but clearly,

she's caught up in something.

She's also a grown-up,

and I've given her ample opportunity to be honest with me.

When she's prepared to co-operate and tell me the truth,

the police will intervene.

Good morning.

I - Good morning.

Get up.

Hi.

Dad, are you there? There's bad reception here, pet.

I'll call you back.

Fuck.

Hello, pet. What are you doing?

Just getting ready for bed.

Already? You had your supper?

I had some pasta thing.

And what did you do today? School...

then after-school club.

Football, homework. Where's your mum today?

Work. Hm.

I miss you. Reggie?

I don't like it. Hi. It's me.

- Teeth, please. I was... I was talking. - Yeah,

You can talk after you've brushed your teeth. Go on. How's it going?

Everything all sorted? More or less.

What was it in the end? Fraud?

Yes.

OK, well, as you're not gonna be back until next week,

I thought I might take Reg on a little road trip.

Visit my mum. Why don't you bring him here?

What do you mean? Now? I mean permanently.

Are you drunk? You hate it there. You've always hated it.

I've changed my mind. What about school?

How am I gonna get to see him? Well, you barely see him as it is.

- You only have him twice a month. That's not fair. - I don't care.

He's not a contractual obligation. He's a child.

Yeah, I have to work, Oliver.

We don't all live off the fat of the fucking land.

I'm not a lord. Then let me have him!

He should be with a parent who prioritises him over a job.

Yeah, OK, have you quite finished?

- Why don't you call me back when you've sobered up. - I'm not drunk.

You pointed a gun at him, Oliver!

He is eight years old.

Have you any idea what that did to him?

I don't care if you're grieving. You need to get your shit together.

Weh she deh?

Weh she deh?!

Don't fucking move.

Mercy?! Mercy!

I'm here! I'm in the floor! Coming, baby!

Nasty, bitter backra.

Still think you can fuck with me three hundred years later?

Well, guess what.

Slavery done, bitch

Let go me bumbo...

rass... claat...

...niece!

Where you go?

Me bloodclaat...

Clearly, I underestimated you.

I think it's time that we -

My name's Tom McKenzie.

My daughter, Claudia, works for your firm. You're the British embassy.

So it doesn't matter what the police here are saying, they're useless. I'm saying to you...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where's Mercy?

That woman? She's dead.

Where's Cudjoe? You mean Matthew?

I buried him in the dirt where he belongs.

Give me the tooth.

Give it to me! Are you gonna kill me?

I don't think you are.

What do you want?! What do you want, Claudia?

Him?

Matthew?

The man who murdered my child?!

He murdered my baby!

He wouldn't do that.

He wouldn't... He...

I wish he hadn't.

He yearns for something, right enough.

He was not like this this morning. Something is different.

It's almost as if he were cursed.

A changeling, then, eh?

Does he feed?

I saw a pregnant slave at Sowerby.

Take a lend of her. Why?

Well, surely you don't nurse him yourself?

He is my son!

Make yourself useful. Fetch the Doctor!

Come on, my baby. It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. Hey.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah...

Sarah.

What's she done to you?

Soon come. Soon come.

You have cursed him.

Just as Flora cursed our father.

This is proof enough of your competence. You are powerful.

You're more than I could ever be. I know that now.

You think I did this? I know I have wronged you.

And-And I will do everything I can to make it right.

I will find your girl. Your daughter.

Please! Please, Matthew!

Please, anything but him.

I will die without him. Please, please do something.

Not my boy. Free them first!

Show me...

my wife... unaffected...

...then...

I'll rouse him.

Or...

I will let him die.

If you do not free them from this,

I will not return for him.

Aye?

Aye. Aye, I know.

Sarah?!

Matthew.

Matthew! Sarah!

Matthew? Matthew? Come. Come.

Come.

We don't have... We don't have much time. Come.

I will slow you down.

Just... Just leave me.

I can't... I can't...

You can. You can. You must.

You must.

They been months in the field with no food, no rest.

We need to get to the mountains.

Most of them won't make it.

What choice we have?

Witch! Witch!

No.

Open... your... mouth!

Did you think I would let you get away with dying?

Huh?

You will watch her die.

You will watch them all die.

And their children. And their children.

And their children. And their children. And their children.

And always you will remain.

Brother.

Hold this.

Oh, God.

They'll find kinsfolk in England.

They won't stop coming.

Flora say spirit remain nine nights in a body...

...before duppy left.

We have to bind her in.

I'm sure Matthew would like to think he's occupied my thoughts entirely.

He hasn't.

I've only ever thought about my boy.

The one person who actually needed me.

I'm sorry.

Then you would agree that Matthew deserves to be punished.

He's been punished enough.

You have what you want.

So why are you still here?

What do you mean? You've given Matthew his punishment.

He's 'where he belongs'.

So isn't it time you just - What?

Float toward the white light?

I have a child to think of.

I have Reg.

Reggie is not your son.

He's Oliver's. Who do you think you're talking to?

I am Oliver.

No, you're not. You're a parasite.

You attacked him, and you possessed him.

Same as Angelo. Same as Cudjoe.

But we're not the same, are we?

Matthew can barely string a sentence together.

He's not present. I am.

Matthew resists Charlotte.

That's why he's stilted.

I've got no reason to fight. We want the same things.

I want my son taken care of.

I don't want to lose my inheritance.

I don't want Matthew taking what isn't his.

I am, to some extent...

...a willing host.

Why do you think you're still here?

You tried to kill me. But I didn't.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God!

Hello?

Mercy? Mercy?

Mercy, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Where is she?

I will admit you are a rare point of contention...

between me and her.

And honestly, things would...

...certainly be easier...

if you weren't around, but I want you here.

Claudia?!

I like you. Very much.

And I'm hoping we can find a way to make this work for everybody.

Stop it! This isn't Oliver.

The Oliver I know is a rational, decent, kind -

I think the Oliver you know is actually quite lost.

Claudia!

Just like you.

Claudia?!

Stay...

...down!

Claudia!

I don't want to kill you.

But I can't have you getting in the way.

Give me your hand.

Why?

Give it to me.

Listen.

When I have Reggie, when the dust has settled,

we can talk about this, but right now, you're a liability.

You're not being reasonable.

When the time is right I promise...

I will bring you back.

OK?

You just have to trust me.

I just need a fingernail.

- No! Just a little pull. - No!

Here. Have some of this.

For the pain.

STACY-ANN: It burns!

Cudjoe, hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Cudjoe!

Hold on!

Hold on!

Cudjoe, hold on! Just hold on!

Cudjoe. Cudjoe.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Hi, Reggie.

Hi. Sorry. You are?

Claudia. Um...

Solicitor?

Oh.

Um... Why don't you go inside and get warm if you like, Reg?

OK. Yeah.

I mean, they said...

accidental death by fire.

He didn't seem right to me the last time I spoke to him.

I don't know if you thought that too?

I didn't know him like you did.

Mm.

How's Reggie doing?

Not well.

He's got a lot of questions I can't answer.

I know Oliver was really grateful for all of the work you guys did.

He would've been happy to know that Reg was taken care of.

Suppose we'll sort out some sort of trust fund or something?

I...don't actually work for that company any more.

Oh.

But I did want to talk to you about that.

Not now, obviously.

No, go on. It's OK.

I don't know if you know this, but...

Oliver's father made provision for a reparations payment.

Mm. In his will.

But that wasn't upheld, though.

Was it? I thought that's why you went out there.

Yeah, but...

now that I've looked into it properly...

...I can see that WAS his intention.

Uh... How much?

By my calculation, at least...

£1.6 million.

Sorry. You... You want...

£1.6 million?

I don't want anything. This isn't about me.

Regardless, do you think that that's reasonable?

I mean, this isn't something that happened last week.

Weren't the Britons enslaved by the Romans?

- I'm not asking to be compensated for that. - There's a difference.

OK. Ask him.

I mean, it's his money. It's not mine.

If you're happy to take reparations -

from a little boy - at his father's funeral,

then be my guest, because I am not fucking doing that.

I wonder if this is all...

fated.

How do you mean?

Dunno.

Like... we're related or something.

There are tests we could do.

Does it matter?

If your family is from this island...

...or any of these islands...

...and you go back far enough...

...the story's always the same.

There is no story.

No name.

It was stolen.

And we can't...

ever get it back.

♪ SAULT: Angel

You remember...

when Flora turned mosquito.

I see she...

turn eastward...

...over Port Maria.

Straight over ocean and...

back to Africa.

I'll...

...I'll wait for you there.

No. No.

What did you see?

When you crossed over?

Some horrible things.

But mostly, just...

...love.

♪ Lord, will you open

♪ The gates of Zion?

♪ Zion

♪ Zion

♪ His soul is ready to

♪ To come home

♪ Zion

♪ Zion

♪ Lord, will you open

♪ The gates of Zion?

♪ Zion

♪ Zion

♪ His soul is ready

♪ To come home

♪ Zion

♪ Zion

♪ Ready to leave this Earth

♪ For Zion

♪ Ready Ready to walk the streets of Zion

♪ Ready

♪ God said he was ready

♪ God said he was ready

♪ Ready to cross that bridge

♪ To Zion To Zion

♪ Cross that bridge

♪ There are no promises

♪ in Zion

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion ♪

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