Original subtitles

You know why Angelo sprayed rum on you?

You know why Angelo sprayed rum on you?

Some people think it protects you from bad spirits.

[Claudia] I opened that trunk.

I released Charlotte.

She possessed Oliver.

[Sarah] Where's my daughter, miss?

[Charlotte] She's 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!

Oh! [laughing]

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

Sarah!

Take off your headdress.

We are all at risk as long as she can't tear something

from us.

I need Cudjoe's tooth.

- What you going to do with it? - Destroy it.

End the possession.

Is a grave that.

Cudjoe, please.

It's me.

[Claudia] Cudjoe!

Cudjoe, no!

[Oliver] You really shouldn't have been drawn into this.

He's not the man you think he is.

[Mercy] Saint Michael. The Archangel.

Defend us in battle.

Be our protection against the wickedness and snares

of the devil.

May God rebuke him.

We humbly pray.

Fuck!

[Mercy gasps]

[breathing heavily]

Ancestors, I'm asking you to help me.

Please.

[shuddering breathing]

Mom.

[sniffling]

♪ 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 praise ♪

♪ Ay, Ay ♪

♪ To the most high, to the most high ♪

♪ To the most high ♪

♪ To the most high, to the most high ♪

♪ To the most high ♪

[whipping and shouting]

[guard] Move!

Move!

- Move! Move! - Move it!

[distant screaming]

[heavy door slams shut]

[quiet, threatening music]

[prison door closing and locked]

Do it!

[speaking Akan] Brother, your name?

[in English] Brother!

Your name.

Your name.

Matthew.

Your name.

The name your people gave you.

[in Akan] The name your people gave you.

[in English] Me grandmother call me Cudjoe.

Kojo!

[in Akan] Kojo was my grandfather's name.

[in English] Kojo is a good name.

Fante name.

You are lucky to be alive, Obeahman.

I am not an Obeahman.

- 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 upon the master.

Then conjured a plague

of locusts.

Is that them say?

Is that what you report?

Me not say nothing.

Me grandmother dead.

That is what me know.

[gunshot and scream]

Where is my daughter, miss?

Backra.

Sell me 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.

[in Akan] Did he say Hope Hill?

That's the place they say the white witch lives.

[in English] Is what she say?

There are rumors.

The white witch who governs over Hope Hill.

She work slave till they die.

And work them still after that.

Picking and cutting.

She make them zombie.

Eternal slave.

Your wife will be in need of you.

Help us.

You might see her again.

I am no rebel.

Then what are you?

[door unlocking and opening]

Petronella.

And um...

Henry, is it?

Captain's requested your execution be brought forward.

You'll be sent for shortly after sunrise tomorrow.

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

You didn't say my name.

Sir.

[slams book shut]

What's that, then?

Eh?

[growling]

- What are you doing? - We're dead anyway.

[slow, tense music]

[grunting]

[thudding]

[chains jangle]

[keys jingling]

You're either a rebel, or a slave, or a corpse.

[prisoners murmuring]

[prisoner] Please, please, please!

[sighing]

Help me! Help me! Help me!

- [banging] - [crying]

[banging continues]

[disconnecting tone]

- Come on. Please. - [line ringing

- [disconnecting tone] - [sighing]

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.

And 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 person.

- I understand. - It isn't the first time

she's run off.

It's 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 cooperate and tell me the truth,

the police will intervene.

Good morning.

Good morning.

[sighs]

- [floorboard creaks] - [gasping]

Get up.

[video call ringing]

[Reggie on phone] Hi. Dad, are you there?

But there's bad reception here, pet.

I'll call you back.

Fuck!

[video call ringing]

[gasping]

[video call ringing]

Hello, pet.

What are you doing?

[Reggie] Just getting ready for bed.

[Oliver] Already?

You had your supper?

[Reggie] I had some pasta thing.

[Oliver] And what did you do today?

[Reggie] School...

Then after school club.

Football. Homework.

[Oliver] Where's your mom today?

[Reggie] Work.

[conversation continues indistinctly]

I miss you.

Reggie?

- I don't like it... - Hi, it's me.

- Um, teeth, please. - I was talking.

Yeah, you can talk after you've brushed your teeth. Go on.

How's it going? Everything all sorted?

[Oliver] More or less.

[Rachel] What was it all? Fraud?

[Oliver] Yes.

[Rachel] Okay, well, um,

as you're not going to be back until next week

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

Visit my mom.

Why don't you bring him here?

[Rachel] What do you mean? Now?

I mean permanently.

[Rachel] Are you drunk?

You hate it there. You've always hated it.

I've changed my mind.

What about school? How am I going to get to see him?

Well, you barely see him as it is, you only have him

twice a month.

- [Rachel] That's not fair. - [Oliver] I don't care.

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

[Rachel] 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!

- [banging] - [sighing]

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

Yeah, okay. 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.

[banging]

Have you any idea what that did to him?

Look, I don't care if you're grieving. You need to get your

shit togethe r.

[banging continues]

[Mercy] Where is she then?

Where's she then?

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 us three hundred years later?

Well, guess what?

Slavery done, bitch!

[banging]

Let go me...

bumbo...

rass-claat...

Niece!

[glass smashing]

Where you go?

Me bloodclaat...

[gasping]

[audibly grunting]

[panting]

[banging and grunting]

[wood cracking]

- [wood cracking] - [yelling]

- [gunshot] - [yelping]

[gasping]

[panting angrily]

Clearly, I underestimated you.

I think it's time.

[both grunting]

[line ringing]

My name's Tom McKenzie.

My daughter Claudia works for your firm.

Well, 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 going to 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.

[Oliver laughs bitterly]

He pr...

I wish he hadn't.

[slow, eerie music]

[baby cooing softly]

[baby coughing]

[baby wails]

He yearns for something, right enough.

He was not like this this morning, something is different.

It's almost as if he were cursed.

Changeling, then, eh?

[laughs sarcastically]

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!

[baby crying loudly]

Make yourself useful.

Fetch the doctor!

Come on baby.

It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright. It's alright.

[baby crying inconsolably]

[Matthew] Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

What's she done to you?

[crying in despair]

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.

[baby crying]

You think I did this?

I know I have wronged you.

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.

[baby wails]

[slaves groaning]

[moaning]

[baby continues wailing]

Sarah!

[Sarah] Matthew.

Matthew!

Sarah!

Matthew! Matthew!

[Sarah crying]

[Sarah grunts and groans]

We don't have much time. Come.

Oh, Matthew...

[sobs quietly]

[wailing]

[grunting]

[screeching]

[Sarah] I will slow you down, just...

Just leave me.

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

You can.

You can.

You must.

- You must. - [Sarah groans]

[Betina] They've been months in the field with no food,

no rest.

[Matthew] We need to get to the mountains.

Most of them won't make it.

What choice we have?

Witch!

[screaming in terror]

[gunshot]

[shouts out]

[gunshot]

[crying]

No.

[grunts]

Open your mouth!

[grunting]

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

Huh?

[whimpering]

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.

[grunting]

[squelching sound]

[blood dripping]

[gasping]

Hold this.

[squelching sound]

[Betina] Oh, God.

[Matthew] They'll find kinfolk in England.

They won't stop coming.

[Betina] Flora said spirit remain nine nights in a body

before duppy left.

We have to bind her in.

I'm sure Matthew would like to think that 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.

[engine revving]

[Claudia] 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.

[Tom] 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.

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 that you know is actually quite lost.

Claudia!

Just like you.

Claudia!

- [both grunting] - [Claudia yelps]

Stay down!

Claudia!

[Mercy moaning]

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 you I will

bring you back.

Okay?

You just have to trust me.

I just need a fingernail.

[Claudia struggles]

No!

- Just a little pull. - No!

[grunts]

Here.

Have some of this.

For the pain.

[traditional music builds]

[overlapping singing and shouting]

[fast, rhythmic drumming]

[laughing]

[Stacy-Ann] It burns!

[crying in distress]

[grunting and shouting]

[muffled shouting]

Cudjoe! Hold on!

Hold on!

[panting]

Hold on.

Hold on!

Cudjoe!

Hold on!

[grunting]

Hold on!

[grunting continues]

Cudjoe, hold on!

Just hold on!

[gasping and coughing]

Cudjoe!

[breathing deeply]

[coughing]

[Rachel] Thank you very much.

Thank you, thank you for coming.

[Claudia] Hi, Reggie.

Hi.

Sorry, you are?

Claudia.

Um...

solicitor?

Ah.

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

- Yeah. - Okay.

[Rachel] 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 the work

you guys did.

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

I suppose we'll sort out some sort of trust fund or something.

I don't actually work for that company anymore.

Oh.

But I did want to talk to you about that.

Not now, obviously.

No.

Go on, it's okay. [chuckles]

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

Oliver's father made provision for a reparations payment.

- Mm. - In his will.

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 want 1.6 million?

I don't want anything.

This isn't about me.

Regardless, do you think that that's reasonable?

I-- 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.

Okay.

Ask him.

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.

[pensive music]

I wonder if this is all... fated.

How do you mean?

I don't know.

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 is always the same.

There is no story.

No name.

It was stolen.

And we can't ever get it back.

You remember when Flora turned mosquito.

I seed she...

turn eastward...

over Port Maria.

Straight over ocean and back to Africa.

[shuddering breaths]

I'll wait for you here.

No. No.

I will.

[sobbing]

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 ♪

[mosquitoes buzzing]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ I'm ready ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, ready ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, ready ♪

♪ Oh, Lord, ready ♪

♪ Ready to cross the street to Zion ♪

♪ Cross the, ooh yeah ♪

♪ There are no promises ♪

♪ In Zion ♪

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion ♪

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion ♪

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion ♪

♪ Cross that bridge to Zion ♪