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- Hey.

- Christ, Paul. You scared me.

What you doing outta bed?

I've been pressing that call button for an hour

and no one's come to see me.

- It's probably broken.

Can I help?

Well, got a bit of an issue with my leg.

You shouldn't be hunting at your age. It's dangerous.

It's the only chance I get to leave the house.

Well, I think we need to find you a new hobby.

- It's not a hobby.

I was a marksman in the military, I'll have you know.

All my medals are on the dresser.

I think I've heard the stories.

You're talking to a veteran, young lady.

- Alright, Private.

Let's get you back to your room and get that redressed.

I'll do it how they did it in the field, if you like.

- Sergeant. - What?

I was a sergeant, not a private.

Alright, Sergeant, let's get that battle wound

redressed, all right?

That'd be lovely.

I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've been shot.

- Well, you're half correct.

I took shrapnel from a bullet in the Falklands.

- You fought in the Falklands? - Very briefly.

We disembarked onto the island expecting a barrage of fire.

More sinister than that, it was deathly quiet.

We established a base on the port,

moved inland under the cover of night.

Must have trekked for an hour.

All of a sudden, we were hit by enemy fire.

I was behind another soldier, and my spotter,

he was blindsided by projectiles.

Bullet exploded off the side of his helmet

and I took the shrapnel, see.

But we never say die.

We escaped the skirmish,

fighting them off with a barrage of our own.

I must've sniped at least 10 insurgents.

Well, they are spot too.

I bandaged myself up in the field

with what I had in my medic pouch.

No morphine though.

Didn't wanna compromise my awareness.

What remained of us, we completed the mission,

secured the south of the island.

Men were built better back then.

- There you go.

Could've used you during the war.

I'm glad you were there for my brother at the end.

Popeye.

- Does that happen a lot?

- What part?

- Seeing... Talking to people.

At the end.

- Yeah.

Oscar, he was a good man.

- Yeah.

- Hey, hey baby.

- Hey, Maya.

Bit early for that, isn't it?

- Just finished your shift? - Yeah.

Last one for a few days.

- Congratulations on parry,

sorry, I don't know how you do it.

I can stay up late with the best of them.

But to work from sunset to sunrise,

that's an ungodly torture.

- You get used to it.

- There's getting used to it,

then there's letting it take over your whole life.

- I like a quiet life.

Nothing more quiet than a night shift.

Mainly I'm on my own.

- Who hurt you, babe?

All those weeks in group therapy

and I never got a straight answer.

- It's a long story.

They're all long stories, that's why we're in therapy.

All of my trash is on the curb.

Abusive mum, abusive boyfriends.

Deciding that tattooing felt better than cutting.

- I lost a lot of friends.

That's why I like being a nurse, helping people.

- Say no more.

You do you.

We all have our crosses to bear.

When you first joined the group,

I thought there was something special about you.

It sure was convenient when I was made redundant.

This won't be forever, I promise.

- Oh, stay as long as you like.

- We should do something,

now that you've got all these days off.

Shouldn't you be looking for a job?

- Well, mum, I am on the lookout

and my freelance gig still hold me over

and I'm doing some volunteering at a local church.

You know I love you, but I can't imagine their faces

when you walk into church.

- It's not that type of church.

It's more like one which takes in broken people.

I fit right in.

- So what we doing?

Well, my uncle has this place up north.

I was thinking about going to check it out.

See what treasures there are.

Make some cash.

- Yeah. Sounds like fun.

I think I'll just stay cooped up in me flat though.

Meditate.

- Meditate or medicate?

- Bit of both.

- Well, the offer stands.

It'll be really cool if you join me though.

I suppose you're gonna go to bed now

whilst I go and navigate the gig economy.

Catch up later?

- Sure thing.

- You left me.

You left me to die!

At one o'clock this morning.

Witnesses are still baffled by the brutality of the murder,

citing it as a result of cult activity

that has become prevalent in the borough.

One of the witnesses had such a strong reaction to the find

that they are being treated at local hospital

for severe symptoms of PTSD.

Forensic teams and homicide investigators

have not yet identified the murder weapon,

but we are told that it was a large, solid metal object,

probably delivered with enormous force.

- Nurse? Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse!

Fuck's sake.

Fuck's sake.

Nurse?

Nurse!

Nurse?

Hey! No, no!

Get off! No, no!

Get off me!

Damn it! Get off!

Get off me!

Do you not know who you're messing with?

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it now!

Stop it now!

Please stop, stop! Stop!

Stop! Get off me!

No!

Get off me! Please!

Please, please stop!

- He's not strong enough. - Stop, stop.

Stop! Stop it now.

Stop!

Please, please!

No!

No, no, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Wait, just don't do this please, please, please!

Please!

Get off me!

We need her.

She is the key.

- Don't do this!

Please, stop, stop, stop, stop.

No, stop, stop, stop.

Please, please, please, please, please, please!

Eat it.

- What's that?

Hey. Hey, you?

What's up?

You okay?

Hey, what's going on? You okay?

- Yeah. Dunno.

I take it meditating isn't going so well.

Try something else from class,

like grounding, breathing,

tapping,

or coming to do some spring cleaning with me.

Clear your mind by clearing an old house.

You really want me to go with you, don't you?

I really don't wanna do the long drive on my own.

Plus, we're friends, and you need it, to be honest.

- Where is it?

- Up north is all I know.

I'll let the sat nav do the work.

I gotta be back at work on Friday, I can't stay too long.

- We'll be back before then.

It's only a couple of hours away.

Plus, you could use a distraction

from wherever this is that's going on.

- Okay.

Okay. What do I need?

- Um, uh, the essentials,

um, summer clothes.

A swimsuit in case you go swimming in the river.

I'm not going swimming in the river.

Don't worry, it's not like that Thames mad.

It's, like, right by the source.

I don't even think I have a bikini.

- We'll get one on the way.

Meet me by the car in an hour.

- Okay. - Great.

It will... it'll be an adventure.

And you can tell me what's eating you on the way there.

- Maybe.

- Definitely. Hit me with it.

- We'll see. - Okay, no pressure.

See you in an hour.

- I saw something on the news.

Just brought back a lot of stuff.

- Hey, it happens.

I crossed paths with a serial killer, Maya.

I thought he was dead, but now, I don't know.

- Bollocks.

The worst I had was a dad who said I was too fat.

This is on a whole nother level.

- All of my friends are dead.

He killed everyone I knew.

They took everything from me, the government, the military.

- I mean, fuck the military,

but I think you've got survivor's guilt.

- No, it's not that.

No, I'm glad I'm alive.

It's just everything I've seen.

How does someone come back from something like that?

I don't get close to anyone, for fear of losing them.

Look, you've obviously been through a lot

and whatever this is, whatever it was, it's in the past.

When I used to work in the tattoo studio,

these veterans used to come in all the time

and they'd want tattoos off the insignias

and the regiments that they were in.

And as I inked them, they'd open up

about all the horrors that they'd seen

and the men that they lost, and it was their therapy.

But they'd never open up like that to a therapist.

There's something about the pain of the needles

and the importance of the artwork.

It's, it's soothing to them.

Comforting.

And after we were done,

I don't think they ever opened up like that

to anyone ever again.

So, I get it.

You need a release

for all of the,

all of these things that's your mind.

Your mind is a prison.

And when you're in it for too long, that's all you want.

So you need something to get you out of your head.

- Yeah.

- I got you, chica. Yeah?

Yeah.

How long does it take us to get there?

Um, a couple of hours, I think.

- All I want is my bed.

What? You've be sleeping all day?

- I work night shifts.

- Okay, I think I need a smoke.

And then we'll be off, yeah?

Um, got you some water.

Drink that before it gets warm, yeah?

- Babe, this water is minging. - What?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's been sat there for a while.

I don't deserve fresh water? Rude.

- This is it.

- Why are the lights on?

- Oh.

Yeah, um, some guys my uncle knew, they use it as a base

when they go exploring in the area.

They're hippies and nature lovers mostly.

They're a good bunch.

You told me it was just gonna be me and you, Maya.

You didn't tell me it was gonna be in a fucking cabin.

It's a house, more like a bungalow.

It's not. This isn't what I signed up for.

- It's all good, it's all good.

My friends like to get high and commune with nature,

like '60s shit.

It's all good.

It's all above board.

You'll have your own room.

- Where are you gonna sleep?

I'll take a couch or bunk up with one of the hippie hunks.

They're not all tree nerds.

They're not all hunks either.

I'm not particularly picky.

Should I show you around?

I'll show you around, come on.

Come.

Come in.

Mama's home.

Whose washing is this?

- I just washed it.

- It's easier than I thought.

- We weren't expecting company.

- Always expect company.

This is Cassie.

- Hi, Cassie.

This is Joe, this is Ben.

- Welcome aboard.

- You okay?

Life's water, bring forth your bounty.

- Why am I back here?

Oil?

Pluto?

It can't be.

- Welcome home. - Who are you?

- Hi, Cassie.

- Stay back. You stop smiling.

Stop smiling!

Stop!

- Hey, baby.

- Oh, my God, Maya.

- Maya, what's going on?

- Poor thing. - What have you done?

It's okay, Cassie. Don't worry.

- Who are you?

I come from a lineage of people

with ties to the salty deep that transcends time and space.

We have sailed all the seas from home

in a vessel that's suspended across all the waters.

We are at one with the soak,

order in chaos,

incorrigible, inevitable, insatiable.

We are the children of the brine.

- What?

We will bring the brine father back

and he will lead us to our destiny.

All this, destruction, tattoos, that wasn't the path.

This is the path.

- Popeye.

- When we met in group therapy,

I realized that you were already on the path.

You had already been marked.

- Marked for what?

Without you, this would not be possible.

You're so much further down the path than me.

You'll bring him back to us.

- Me?

There's something in you that draws him.

Your blood can bring him back, can make him stronger.

We've searched for the right person for so long,

so has his mother.

- You.

- Hi, Cassie. I'm Olive.

I don't think we've met yet,

but I've heard all about you.

- How could you?

- I like you, Cassie.

This isn't personal.

We need you to understand that you are the key

to making this all work.

We need your blood.

And tomorrow, he will arise again.

With the help of Mother Olive,

we have extracted all of the toxins from the formula.

- Mother Olive?

She's not your mother, she's Popeye's sister.

Their mother locked 'em in a basement when they were kids

until their house burnt down.

- She's our mother now.

My brother and I were the hunted, not the hunters.

Government experiments warped my mother's DNA, nothing else.

Experiments continued on my poor brother.

I must... I built the means to bring him home again.

You will see, Cassie,

when your eyes are opened

and you look into the abyss.

You'll see.

Maya, can't you see she's lying to you?

That stuff is messing with your head.

I've lived through it, I've seen what it does.

How could you?

I was doing tattoos and the same design kept coming up.

One after the other, they kept coming in asking

for the same design.

They kept asking for me 'cause I'm good at my job.

They told me about the brine father

and what his return would entail.

And I became a believer.

Then I met Mother Olive,

and what the kind of look in your mind,

and I knew I had to quit the ordinary world and follow her.

The glorious release, the tangible elation.

I think the worst part is you lied and I believed it.

You've got it all wrong, Cassie.

I admire you,

your strength and determination is amazing.

- Enough!

You will say anything to get out of this.

There's nowhere to run.

- What has she done to you?

- It's all for him.

We are his children.

We have been promised the soak, by which we will rise.

- You're all fucking insane!

Get off me!

Get off me!

What are you doing to these people?

- It's their choice.

Mother has gathered the broken

to heal the most broken of us all.

- You've got to stop this!

- The final piece of the puzzle,

to merge your DNA with that of the brine father.

Don't!

Please... Don't.

- Shh.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak.

You're making a mistake, you can't do this!

You don't know what you're doing.

That's stuff's gonna kill you!

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- Children of the brine,

the brine father commands you,

faithful followers to his cause,

bring forth the life-giving ocean's waters,

sink into the soak.

Let the water cleanse the non-believers of their sacrilege.

So it is writ.

So shall it be realized.

Bring forth your waters.

Maya, Maya, stop. Maya, listen to me.

Maya, Maya, Maya, please.

Maya, look at me. Look at me.

You don't wanna do this, Maya.

Please. Look, you don't wanna do this.

Maya. Maya, please. Maya.

Maya, Maya. Maya!

Maya!

Maya, please. Please, this isn't you.

That stuff is messing with your head.

I know you're still in there.

Stop it!

We offer you the lifeblood so that you may return to us.

You have done well, child.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- Please stop.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- Right, father.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Stop!

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- Brine father has heard us.

He has heard us, children.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- No!

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.

- Soak, soak soak!

- You are returned.

King, father, savior,

protector, brother.

I have missed you, brother.

This time it's forever.

Are you hungry?

Then feed.

- Brine father!

- Maya!

This is not supposed to happen!

This is not what was supposed to happen!

- Maya!

- I, I don't understand. - She lied to you.

We need to get out of here.

Come on!

- No!

- I can smell you.

I can smell your stink.

It's the fear that drives him, you know?

It's sweet, like milk and honey.

- Mother?

Mother, what's going on? What's happening?

- It's all right, urchin.

Come to mama.

Mother, what's in that stuff you've been giving?

- Shh.

It'll be okay.

- There's no escape, Cassie.

- Oh, shut it, you bitch.

Language like that is unbecoming of you.

I'm gonna put your brother back in the ground

where he belongs.

How dare you?

- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!

I lost the only thing in this world

that's worth anything to anyone.

You took him from me, my Popeye.

My brother. You're the bitch.

You're the ugliness of this world,

the future, its self-righteous harbinger of despair.

Tastes like defeat.

Your death is not mine to enjoy.

I'm saving that for him.

Brother!

Brother, she's here!

For the sake of the soak, let's do this together.

Let's finish this.

- You're a monster.

- I am what I am.

- Anchors away, you bastard.

I got ya.

I got ya.