Original subtitles

[Alan] Alfred disinherited Oliver and left everything

to some Jamaican national, Cudjoe East.

[Oliver] If it was just this place he wanted,

he'd be welcome to it.

He'd be doing me a favor.

[Angelo] You know Hope Hill was a sugar plantation?

[Claudia] I had some idea.

Does he frighten you?

No.

[Flora] He may be your father,

but I am your mother's mother,

and you're just as Black as me.

[gunshot]

Oh, my God!

Juju. Protection.

So if you see it, don't touch it.

You opened the trunk!

- Yeah? - You're not safe.

[George] You're not going to believe this.

Cudjoe East just walked into my office.

This what you do?

- Sorry? - What did you do to Angelo?

[faltering] I don't understand.

He was lynched the day you arrived.

- Hang on. - What?

I had nothing to do with that.

Mr. East, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this,

but Mr. Corey took his own life.

He was murdered.

Where are you getting this information?

Me know!

- And you... - Whoa! Hey, listen.

Hey, hey.

There is nothing sinister going on here, okay?

I'd be very happy to put you in touch with the police

and the coroner to put your mind at rest.

But we're not here to talk about Angelo.

We're here to talk about Alfred's will

and Oliver's inheritance.

We not have nothing to talk about.

You're not getting it back.

Ever.

Move out of my way.

[door opens]

[soft huff]

[sinister music]

Fuck's sake.

[screeching tires]

Hey! Hey!

[pounding music]

♪ When I look at where I'm coming from ♪

♪ Looking back at Where the journey begun ♪

♪ I really haffi say That I'm strong, I'm strong ♪

♪ All praises To the Most High One ♪

♪ Can I tell you Where I'm coming from ♪

♪ Looking back At where the journey begun ♪

♪ I really haffi say That I'm strong, I'm strong ♪

♪ All praises ♪

♪ Ay, ay ♪

♪ To the Most High, To the Most High ♪

Mr. O'Connell says they were hiding in the thicket.

I heard voices and followed them yonder.

There were others?

Aye, but I was not among them, I swear it.

He will say anything to remain in...

Hold your tongue!

I'm old, Matthew.

I was hoping on my retirement...

you might oversee the day-to-day running of Hope Hill.

As a free man.

I would extend the privilege to your wife and daughter.

That would require regulation and a firm hand, right?

Aye, sir.

I'm afraid someone must be held responsible.

You can trust I'll be fair.

It was Flora, wasn't it?

I...

I...

[eerie music]

He thinks that I killed Angelo.

He doesn't.

It's a tactic. To get out of talking about the will.

He seems quite convinced.

Angelo said that Alfred and Cudjoe

met to discuss your family history.

Why would they do that? He's no relation to you.

Unless he's pretending to be.

Why would he do that?

To make Alfred change his will.

I got a picture of his number plate.

Do you know anyone who can trace it?

I have a contact to the local police.

[sighs]

We got this, okay? Everything's gonna be fine.

Couldn't get a hold of her.

More than welcome to give it a try.

I'll take you to the station if you want.

- That's all right. - You haven't got a car.

[chuckles] I'll sort it.

[ominous music]

[background chatter]

Hi.

I'm looking for Patsy Dawkins.

Let her through.

Hi, Patsy. I'm Claudia McKenzie.

I work with George Delal.

We were wondering if you could run a plate for us.

We really need to track him down.

If there's a crime you'd like to report,

I can organize an interview.

A man died today at Hope Hill.

I'm aware.

I knew him.

Are you suggesting that the man driving this car was involved?

- I think he may have been, yes. - In a suicide?

I don't know how it works in England, but we don't run traces

for anybody who walks in off the street.

If George wants to speak to me, he has my number.

Send him my regards.

[Dawkins sucks teeth]

[door clanks open]

Hello, is it possible to speak to Cudjoe East, please?

[woman] Who is this?

We've been in touch with Cudjoe regarding a shipment.

Cudjoe no really work here, you know.

Him just supplying sometimes.

Sorry, there's obviously been some mistake our end.

If you could just put me in touch with him,

I'll get it ironed out.

I don't really have any details.

- Hey, when you last see Cudjoe? - [man] He's down for tomorrow.

He might be selling at the Jonkunnoo Festival tomorrow.

Where would that be? Sorry.

[vintage recording] ♪ You and I ♪

♪ Are just like a couple of tots ♪

♪ Running across the meadow ♪

♪ Picking up lots of forget-me-nots ♪

♪ You make me feel so young ♪

♪ You make me feel there are songs to be sung ♪

♪ Bells to be rung ♪

♪ And a wonderful fling To be flung ♪

♪ And when I'm old and gray ♪

♪ I'm gonna feel The way I do today ♪

♪ 'Cause... ♪

♪ You make me feel so young ♪

[new song begins]

[vocalists] ♪ Shining up The welcome on the door ♪

[Guy Mitchell] ♪ Dear friends, the next time ♪

♪ You find yourselves ♪

♪ In our locality ♪

♪ Try a sample Of our hospitality ♪

♪ There's always room At our house ♪

♪ To share a smile or two ♪

♪ There's always room enough, Dear friends for you ♪

♪ We'll offer coffee and tea ♪

[electricity crackling]

[record player slows]

[distorted] ♪ There's always room ♪

♪ At our house... ♪

[normal speed] ♪ When every room Is full of happy hearts ♪

♪ You really Don't have to phone ♪

♪ Because we're mostly At home ♪

[Jamaican patois music]

[Tom on phone] You found a dead body.

You can't just carry on working.

[Claudia] Honestly, Dad, I don't want to think about it.

I'd rather focus on the job.

I don't like you being there on your own.

It's a Third World country, Claudia.

Who's Mercy?

What do you mean?

When we spoke the other day, you asked if I was with Mercy.

Are you still there?

Uh, she's your mother's sister.

Oh, right. I wasn't sure.

Look, I don't know.

Your mum always said she was bad news,

involved in gangs and that.

I never got on with her anyway.

I... I just jumped to conclusions. It's...

[sighs] Forget about it.

Mercy Stevens, Port Royal, Jamaica.

[Mercy's phone] ♪ Oh Lord, I'm Mercy, Mercy, Mercy ♪

♪ Demanding me party, Party, party ♪

♪ You one of dem Sexy, sexy, sexy ♪

♪ Watch dem look a follow me Follow me follow me ♪

[man] You opened the trunk.

[weird noises]

[fire crackling]

[sinister music]

[echoing footsteps]

[floorboards creaking]

[fire crackling]

[woman] It burns.

[distorted scream]

[shouts and gasps]

[distant traffic horn honks]

[gasp]

[gasp]

[distant traffic noise]

[Jamaican percussive music]

[confused festival sounds]

[percussive music continues]

[woman] Peanuts! Buy one, get the one you bought!

Come here! Pepper shrimp!

[man hawking sweets]

... a Cudjoe East?

Do you know Cudjoe East?

- Repeat? - Cudjoe East.

No, I'm sorry.

- No. - Can I give you my card?

[man cries out with musical lilt]

Do you mind if I give you my card in case you do see him?

Yeah, ma'am. All right, ma'am. Cool.

[intense drumming continues]

[supernatural animal noises]

[dancers making animal noises]

Excuse me.

Sorry.

[manic laughter]

You can't keep running away from me.

You're alone?

[reggae music]

Alfred said he wanted to right the wrongs of the past.

What do you think that meant?

His ancestors enslaved Africans for profit.

He was repaying a debt.

- So this is reparations? - Yes.

Take that!

So, why were the reparations made to you?

This is a £50 million inheritance.

A lot of people are descended from slaves.

Why were they reserved for you?

In particular.

Because I was one of them.

So am I. Presumably.

Not a descendant.

Enslaved.

I was born on Hope Hill Plantation.

1733.

I am 292 years old.

[laughing]

Why he gave it to me is because it was owed to me.

It is owed to my people.

And when I get it, I'm going to give it back to them.

You know, most of the family's assets

were procured in the '80s.

You might be able to trace a very small fraction

of that wealth back to the period you're talking about,

but it's a nominal amount.

I was property.

There is no nominal amount. You see what happened to Angelo?

Hmm?

That is what they do.

They've been doing it for 400 years.

Because in their eyes, a Black man is an object.

Possession.

And he has no value beyond that.

We've been over this.

- Angelo took his own life. - No, no, no, no.

- You are wrong. - Yes, he did.

And I know he did because I'm the one who found him.

I can see this is hard for you.

It's not exactly easy for me either.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you lost your friend.

But you can't blame Oliver for that.

You're mixed, right?

- What? - What is your mix?

Um, White British and Black Caribbean.

Where in the Caribbean?

- Here. - Which part?

Where in Jamaica?

Which parish?

What is your family's name?

When was the last time you fucked a Black man?

- Fuck you. - [laughs]

You know nothing about me.

You know what is a zombie?

Yeah.

No, man, I talk real, real zombie.

It's a puppet.

Can't rest.

Can't die.

Can't be at peace until him White master allow it.

Him work and him work and him work.

Picking and cutting and picking and cutting.

Long after body shrivel up dead.

[unamused chuckle]

I'm going to tell you this for your own good.

Do not play with things you do not understand.

Stay away from the family.

And stay away from that house.

Have a good day.

[Flora/Abigail] ♪ Me donkey want water ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ Better rock For your daughter ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ Them say she name Carter ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ What a pretty, pretty daughter ♪

Hold him, Joe ♪

Hm?

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

[Flora] ♪ I saw the woman Follow the man ♪

♪ Said she name Carter ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ What a pretty, pretty daughter ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

[Matthew] ♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ Don't you let him go ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe Hold him, Joe ♪

♪ Hold him, Joe ♪

Abigail, come! Abby!

Flora.

Who was with you last night?

It was I.

You and who else?

Only I.

Very well.

A liar has no need of a tongue.

Mr. O'Connell.

[O'Connell grunts]

[Flora grunts]

[sinister music builds]

Hold her steady.

[mosquito buzzing]

Ow.

Get on with it.

[Flora cries out]

[blade rings]

[horrible screaming]

[playful scream]

Are you sure he wasn't just being figurative?

He said he was 300 years old and your ancestors enslaved him.

All right, here's your order.

Thanks.

Perhaps I should issue a formal apology.

He wasn't making an ethical point. He's batshit.

Listen.

If your father changed his will

because he thought that man is-- was-- a slave.

Then he was misled.

But he wouldn't have believed it. I mean...

he wasn't stupid.

Yes, but he was elderly.

Frail.

Cudjoe's got a lot to gain.

What if your dad was coerced to change his will?

What's that?

That is a letter from the British government

to my seventh great-grandfather written in 1838.

"Formerly property of Charlotte Connaught

to the value of £30 each, equaling an

agreed sum total of £10,000

to the surviving beneficiary and current owner."

After emancipation, slave-owning families

were compensated for loss of earnings.

The slave owners or the slaves?

The owners. Every slave owner in the British Caribbean.

British government paid out 20 million.

They had to take out a loan.

And the British taxpayers only finished paying it back in 2015.

[sharp sigh]

Are you sure?

Look it up.

Where did you get this?

It was in his study locked in a drawer with handling gloves.

Which tells me that it was important to him,

that he cared about it.

But you said he wasn't interested in reparations.

Right.

Unless someone changed his mind.

[eerie music rises]

[women talking curiously]

What's all this?

Back to the field!

Move! Go on.

[angry, wordless grunt]

[eerie hiss]

Witch!

[hiss continues]

[angry, wordless grunt]

[Eugene coughing]

[sick, feeble coughing]

[footsteps descend]

Did you say he was bitten?

Aye, a mosquito.

It isn't a bite.

It is a cancer of the tongue.

You must bleed the cysts every day.

How long?

[softly] A week, at best.

[cries of pain in next room]

[coughing]

Good evening.

[door closes firmly]

[pitiful retching]

[door opens, closes]

[approaching footsteps]

How can I help you, Mr. O'Connell?

The nag whose tongue was cut.

- She lives. - Oh.

The vein was severed, was it not?

Aye.

Aye, and yet...

She lives, in good health.

I see.

Yes.

I've heard say that she is a witch.

They say she cursed your father

and brought about his affliction.

Do they alone say it?

Or do you say it also?

[door closes firmly]

[keys clatter]

[seagulls calling]

[plink]

[soft sigh]

[ping]

[ping]

[ping]

[ping]

[ping]

[phone plops]

[phone buzzing]

[soft gasp]

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

Hello?

[Oliver] I'm sorry, did I wake you up?

Yeah.

What's wrong? Where are you?

I'm in the house. Can't sleep.

But the things in the house,

who do they belong to?

What do you mean? Like, furniture?

No, I mean my dad's personal belongings.

What's this about? Are you okay?

Not really.

- Hm. - I hate this bloody house.

Just want to go home.

Hello?

Oliver?

[automated voice] Please record your message.

At the tone, please record your message.

When you have finished recording, you may hang up

or press 1 for more options.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Claudia?

Mercy.

Um, can I have a brandy?

- And you? - No, thanks.

You say you're here for work?

- Yeah. - What do you do?

Law. And you?

I'm a priestess.

I advise in spiritual matters.

I have a balm yard in Port Royal.

- I can show you if you want. - I'll message you.

You look like her.

With respect, I didn't give you my address.

I'd like to know how you found me.

Your mother told me.

I have to go.

You think anything

happen without the ancestors' knowledge?

Without their authority?

You left the location tag on.

[Mercy cackles]

You're sick.

It's a joke, man. Sheesh. Lighten up.

Gosh.

What do you want?

I want to have a drink with my niece.

Claudia.

That dream.

It happened for a reason.

They might reach out to you.

Your ancestors...

are reach out to you.

[Eugene groans softly]

[Feeble gasping]

[Eugene struggles to speak]

It's all right.

Matthew.

Matthew.

Matthew.

Matthew!

Matthew!

I want my son.

Be still, Father.

Matthew.

[Eugene struggles and groans]

Matthew.

[cries out]

[agonized] Matthew!

[ghastly gurgles]

[Eugene wheezes and gurgles]

[final breath]

[traffic sounds]

[lively music plays on radio]

Veggie meal.

[radio reporter] The coroner has confirmed the death

of Saint Ann's resident Angelo Corey as a suicide.

Mr. Corey's body was found at Hope Hill House, Saint Ann's,

home of the late business tycoon Alfred Connaught.

Corey was a loved community leader

and reparations activist.

If you or anyone you know

is suffering from suicidal thoughts,

please contact the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

[vendor] Brother, you left the food!

[engine starts]

[peals out]

- Investments? - Aye.

His pockets were far deeper than any of us

gave him credit for.

And it is all left to me.

Is the name Matthew Desfriene familiar to you?

Your father expressed a wish for him to run the plantation

as a freeman, with a stipend of £100 a year.

Not so unusual nowadays.

I know several examples of planters leaving

generous endowments to their colored children.

Matthew Dufresne is a slave.

He's not a member of my family,

and he has no legal right to property.

How did it happen?

The rebels made their advance.

Crops set alight, soil scorched.

My house destroyed.

None of it salvageable.

- I am so sorry. - Why?

I do not say this to frighten you.

Tacky may be dead, but he inspired revolt

all across the island.

I do not know when we will see an end to this.

You said it yourself, your slaves are...

unbiddable.

I worry about you.

Here, on your own.

I am set to return to Bristol,

and I would counsel you to do the same.

Where it is safer.

Stamp out this mutiny.

Leave your overseers to administrate the estate

and then come with me.

As my wife.

[laughs nervously]

There's cake in the pantry.

Do you know where that is?

Mm.

It's all right.

Go on.

[door closes]

There has been a new edict from our King in England,

making it my duty to arrest those who impose

the minds of others to rebellion using the practice of Obeah.

Matthew.

You will be escorted to county jail

where you will face the appropriate punishment.

- I am no Obeahman. - Do not affront me!

You would have us believe

this old Black hag is the witch in our midst,

but I see you.

I saw how you hissed in my father's ear.

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

You took him from me.

Abby!

She is my property to do with as I please. I have sold her.

No!

Stay back!

Oh, Jesus.

What are you waiting for, man?

Shoot her!

[gunshot]

No!

[horrified screams]

[sudden buzzing of insects]

[intense buzzing builds]

[intense buzzing]

[screaming and shouting]

[screaming]

[normal hum of insects]

[night birds call out]

[sinister music rises]

I'm going to lose everything.

Look, there's no reason we can't figure this out remotely.

We have a good case.

We can fight this.

Stay in a hotel tonight.

It'll be fine.

Do you think I'm a pussy?

Absolutely not.

Maybe a teeny weeny bit.

[laughter]

Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

Okay.

I won't be a second. I'll just...

[clears throat]

Hm.

Okay.

[Claudia clears throat]

- Did you lock it? - No.

[Claudia shakes door]

- It's stuck. - What?

[shaking door]

[shaking door]

It's not locked.

[door opens violently]

[slam]

Aah! Aaahhh!

- Oh, fucking hell! - Oh, shit!

[Claudia] Wait!

Oww...!

Fuck!

Whoo.

[windows banging shut]

[otherworldly whispers]

[banging shut]

Hm.

[Oliver audibly winces]

Just keep your hand under there for a minute.

[doorknob clatters]

Keep it under the tap.

Aah.

[door clattering]

[annoyed sigh]

What the hell is going on?

[door clattering]

[Claudia] Oh shit.

[sighs]

[Claudia] My phone's in the car. Where's your landline?

It's on the wall over there.

[huffs]

[receiver hook clicks]

[softly] Shit.

[huffs]

- The line's down. - What?

[shuts off tap]

[receiver hook clicking]

It was working earlier. I called you on it.

- Can we break a window? - Yeah. Hang on.

Here you are.

Watch out, watch out.

[loud clank]

[loud clank]

- Let me try. - No, I've got it.

[Claudia huffs]

[Oliver grunts]

[violent whoosh]

[fireplace poker clatters]

[soft whoosh]

[muttering softly]

[electricity crackles]

[Claudia sighs]

There's someone out there.

What?

[ominous chord]

Is that Cudjoe?

- How long has he been there? - I don't know.

- Has he been in here? - I don't know.

I mean, this is the first time I've seen him.

He's fucking with us.

What do you mean?

I mean, he's locked the doors or something.

They're not locked. You can force a locked door.

This is different. This is...

This is too sophisticated to be a prank.

Then what?

I think he wants to hurt me.

[deep hum goes silent]

Maybe he turned off the power.

It happened earlier. Electricity keeps going out.

- Can we fix it? - I don't know.

[Oliver panting]

So, um...

We had a few housekeepers when I was a kid.

Like Angelo, I suppose.

She was looking after the place while we were away.

And most of them were lovely. But there was this one, Sabrine.

She was, um...

Well, I don't know what sort of person gets off on scaring kids,

but she said she could speak to ghosts,

that my family were evil, and that I had the devil in me.

Obeah stuff, you know?

[switch clicks]

It was pretty fucked up.

Didn't you tell your dad?

I didn't think he'd believe me.

Jesus!

Fuck! Fuck!

[objects clatter]

Calm down.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Sorry.

- It's just a power cut. - Yeah.

- We're okay. - Yeah.

- What's he doing in there? - He's just trying to scare us.

And if you have your face pressed up to the window,

you're giving him exactly what he wants.

What is Obeah, anyway?

It's like voodoo.

What are you doing?

Sabrine used to do this whenever she felt bad energy.

That woman got through a lot of salt.

And rum, funnily enough.

Come on.

[soft laughter]

You saw the Nine Night.

You know how they are about spirits and curses.

Who are?

Oh, come on.

This is a plantation house.

My ancestors owned slaves.

That was a long time ago.

And he's not a wizard.

[chuckles]

He's a chancer who's landed a lot of money

that he doesn't want to give up.

That's it.

I'm not thinking straight, am I?

[soft sigh]

It's okay.

It's understandable.

You're so nice.

No, you are, really.

It's nice to talk to someone who isn't riddled with issues.

My ex-wife's nuts.

My father obviously hates me.

You don't know that.

It's Reggie I worry about the most.

I mean, I know no family is normal, but...

Jesus Christ.

He deserves at least one nice, normal parent.

Till we get married.

[soft chuckle]

[both chuckling]

- Wasn't that funny. - Okay.

Sorry.

[whoosh]

[screaming voice]

[Oliver grunts and groans]

[soft groan]

[loud thud]

[Claudia panting hysterically]

[closing theme plays]