Blackwood (2014) Movie Script
1
(WIND HOWLS EERILY)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
(RAIN POURS)
(THUNDER CONTINUES LOUDLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CLOCK GEARS FADING)
WOMAN: Professor Marshall?
MAN: No one doubts your
reputation as a historian, Ben.
We have two of your
books on our reading list.
And that television show of
yours was trail-blazing stuff.
So what's the problem?
Wouldn't this post be a step
down for you?
Not at all.
This is a highly
respected University.
It's not Oxford.
It's a challenge.
We understand there was
an incident with a colleague.
Bill Judd.
You accused him of
stealing your research?
I was under a lot of pressure,
I made a terrible assumption,
and I snapped.
Well... we're not sure we're
ready for that kind of passion.
What are we really
talking about here?
My family is more important
to me than anything.
My work, my students,
any post you could
ever offer me.
Thing is, I let myself
forget that.
I pushed myself too hard
and I lost them.
My wife and I separated
while I recovered.
Toughest six months of
my life...
not seeing my boy,
not knowing if he was okay.
I'm getting better, taking the
pills, doing everything right.
Have I changed? No.
Do [ still have the same drive,
the same energy? More so.
Once I'm onto something,
I don't let go.
You're right, this isn't
Oxford, that's the point.
I'll give you what you need
and nothing more.
You're worried about passion?
My only passion now
is for my family.
I've never liked Bill Judd.
Have you thought about
where you're gonna live?
(TIRES ROLLING ON GRAVEL)
BEN: Al righty.
WOMAN: Oh, wow. It's much
bigger than I remember.
BEN: It's perfect.
MAN: Professor Marshall. Hello.
Nice to see you again.
-Hi, Jeremy.
-It's Jerry. Hi.
Ah, hello.
Jeremy works too.
And this troublemaker is Harry.
JERRY: Mrs. Warner's relatives
have left a few things
I'm afraid.
Her artwork and boxes and stuff.
If you don't mind
holding on to them for a while,
I'll have somebody pop by.
Who's Mrs. Warner?
She's the old lady
who used to live here.
She was quite a famous artist in
her day apparently.
You must be freezing.
Do you want a hot drink? I've
got some tea bags in the car.
No. No, thank you.
I should be off.
Um, if you
have any questions...
Thank you.
Okay, take care.
Many congratulations.
Found it!
It's working!
Okay, uh,
it's gonna go in the hall.
-Please.
-And back and right.
Yeah.
Slowly, slowly.
BEN: (TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(PLAY FIGHTING SOUNDS)
-(DOOR OPENS)
-(BELLS JINGLE)
Yah!
-This clock's not working!
-BEN: What?!
The clock is not working.
It needs a key.
-It needs a key!
-Okay!
(PLAYFUL SCREAM)
(PLAY FIGHTING SOUNDS)
(FAINT HUMMING)
MAN: (TALKING QUIETLY)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(GROANS)
Where's Harry?
Um, he is stringing up mutineers
in the garden.
(BELLS JINGLE)
Harry!
Harry!
I'm sure he's fine.
Harry!
(BIRDS CALLING)
Come on, where are you?
Harry?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Harry.
Hey.
HARRY: Hi, Dad!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm learning
to skin a rabbit!
-Come here now.
-(WHIMPERS)
-Who are you?
-Jack Ofterly. I'm...
...groundsman at St Joseph's.
I'm Ben Marshall
and you're trespassing.
-Mrs. Warner used to pay me--
-Well, not anymore.
Please stay away.
-HARRY: (WHIMPERS)
-Come on.
BEN: What have I told you
about running off?
-Eh? Back to the house. Enough.
-Please...
BEN: Mmm. You smell good.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey, what did I say
about knocking?
Can I sleep
in here tonight?
Harry, what's wrong?
It's scary.
Now don't be silly.
You're tougher than that,
aren't you?
Good man. Scram.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Now, where were we?
Mmm.
(YAWNS)
You're not going to sleep,
are you?
Yeah.
But it's fine, you can
carry on reading if you want.
You're serious?
What?
The look on your face.
BEN: Come here.
WOMAN: (MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
(FAINT HUMMING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
Harry?
Harry, go back to bed.
Night, Harry.
Jesus!
Is everything okay?
(SIGHS) Yeah.
Yeah, come on.
Go back to bed.
HARRY: Mom?
BEN: Morning, Harry.
Sleep all right?
I bet you did.
-Oh, Dad!
-That was for last night.
What you on about?
Nice try.
You're not fooling anyone.
I didn't do anything.
Harry,
lying makes your nose grow.
-I'm not!
-Enough, Harry!
Can I have my egg back now?
Okay, this is our fourth
lecture together.
Why are we here?
Anyone?
No one?
Okay, well I have an opinion.
Despite what all those
gloomy geneticists
would have us believe,
we needn't be governed
by our programming.
History is an integral part
of our evolution as a species.
It helps us adapt,
do things differently,
set things straight.
We step back from the
puzzle of the past,
interpret what we see
and give it meaning.
But be careful.
Never fill in the gaps with
what you want to believe.
No prejudice, no agenda.
-(BELL RINGS)
-(LOUD CHATTERING)
MAN: You don't have to talk
a load of shit.
I try my best.
You've been doing that
TV rubbish for too long,
-you've lost your edge.
-(DOOR SHUTS)
Don't take this
the wrong way, Dom,
what the hell are you
doing here?
Charming.
I left Oxford
to get away from you.
I've been pining.
Hmm, you are looking
very thin.
-When did you arrive?
-Late last night.
You, uh, you got
any booze in there?
Seriously, why are you here?
I'm working with your
archaeology department
for a couple of months.
Since when were geneticists into
Roman bogs and blue cagoules?
Ever since they dug up
"dem bones" in that long barrow,
and, uh, they're letting
me run some tests.
I had my money
on a pretty undergraduate.
No. No, no, no, no.
Strictly academic research
for me these days.
-How's Rach?
-We're making it work.
And that ridiculous sprawl,
everything you hoped for?
It better be. We're mortgaged
up to the eyeballs
and I don't think
anyone else would've
had the imagination
to take it on.
You always love over-stretching
yourself, don't you?
It's fine, we're just gonna
have to
take our time with it,
that's all.
Sodol,um... Sodoljust
spring up unannounced,
or are you gonna invite me over
for supper one night?
God, really?
Sunday night?
Sunday night. Boom.
-Mum.
-What?
-Ha!
-RACH: (LAUGHS)
-HARRY: Got you!
-Oh-ho!
-Don't!
-RACH: All right.
Let's see, you asked for it.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
WOMAN ON RADIO: Hundreds of
businesses have flooded.
In the last few minutes,
firemen were forced to--
(STATIC, TRANSMISSION GARBLED)
(GASPS) Jesus!
(WOMAN ON RADIO CONTINUES)
So how long is he down for?
A month or two.
I thought you liked Dominic.
I do, I think he's great.
You change when
he's around though.
-How?
-It's weird.
Jesus. I'd better
watch that then.
Don't be like that.
You did ask.
I know.
And I said I'll watch that.
(PIPES GROANING)
Do you like that picture?
-Nope.
-Me neither.
Really?
(BREATHY WHISPER)
(RAPID CLICKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY)
(CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
(EERIE RATTLING)
(WATER DRIPS)
(WATER DRIPS RAPIDLY)
(DRIPPING SLOWS)
(DRIPS BECOME SLOWER, HEAVIER)
(SCREAMS)
What's wrong?
(PANTING)
Bad dream.
-It's all right, sweetie.
-(WHIMPERS)
It's all right.
Daddy just had a nightmare.
(EXHALING DEEPLY)
-You okay, fella?
-Yep.
Harry?
I don't want you
to go away again.
BEN: Hey, no one's
going anywhere.
This house, the three of us
together again,
-everything's going to be okay.
-Mm-hm.
I promise, this is it.
Whatever happens,
we're all staying here.
Shake on it?
Deal.
CONGREGATION (SINGS): Breathe
through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and thy balm
Let sense be dumb
Let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake,
wind, and fire
O still, small voice of calm
O still, small voice of calm
FATHER: God be in our heads
and our understanding.
God be in our eyes
and our looking.
God be in our hearts
and our thinking.
God be at our end
and our departing.
(WHISPERS) I don't know about you,
but I'd enjoy something naughty.
Tick. Can we go and do
something naughty now?
Get out of here.
RACH: Put your seat belt on.
BEN: Dominic's here!
-Hey, how do I look?
-Beautiful.
DOMINIC: (HUMS TUNE)
BEN: And he's brought someone.
(WHISPERS) Damn it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DOMINIC (LAUGHS)
-It's gorgeous.
-BEN: Thank you so much.
I've been working on it a while.
Jessica, you're in your prime.
Why are you wasting
a moment of it
hanging around this reprobate?
-He's paying me.
-Oh, technically I am.
Um, she's helping me out
in the lab.
Jessica is doing a PhD
in the Neanderthal genome.
Oh.
Spending time with this caveman
counts as research.
You not having any, Rach?
Oh, no. I'm stuffed.
Harry, stop it. Come on, up.
So, come on then.
How did you all become friends?
-BEN: Mm!
-DOM: Oh, it's a short, and yet,
the way Ben tells it, still a
surprisingly dull story.
BEN: It was in Oxford.
It was our first night
as eager new dons.
DON: We were both
searching out for a decent place
to have a drink.
It was absolutely pissing down.
It was pissing down. We stopped
each other in the street
and at the exact same moment--
DOM: Said,
"Do you know where..."
BOTH: There's a decent
student-free pub.
-JESSICA: And you, Rachel?
-She was the barmaid.
No, I wasn't. I worked in a bar
work, but not in that one.
Yes, but it makes
a more interesting story.
Hmm...
Rachel was one of Ben's
most brilliant students.
I'm not sure about brilliant.
And I have to point out that it
was me who spotted her first.
JESSICA: Are you a historian
too, Rachel?
I, um... Not quite.
I had started my PhD,
and then this
little man came along
and you had other plans,
didn't you?
You're really missing out.
It's delicious.
DOW.. Five, six, seven, eight.
(PIANO PLAYS LIVELY MUSIC)
Just biff it, just biff it.
Biff it, biff it. There you go.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DON AND RACH CHAT AND LAUGH)
(PIANO CONTINUES FAINTLY)
-(WIND RUSHING)
-(BELLS JINGLE)
DOM: Here's your
chance to shine.
(DON AND RACH CONTINUE
CHATTING, LAUGHING)
DOM: That's it, that's it!
(CHATTER, LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Here's the crescendo.
Big, big, big finale!
DOM: (VOCALIZING)
RACH: Oh! (LAUGHS)
DOM: Have you got 50p
for the meter?
BEN: Please tell me
we have a torch.
Oh, you're kidding me.
(FLICKS SWITCH)
Shit.
(WIND HOWLS OUTSIDE)
(SIGHS)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
(STRANGE PANTING)
Hello?
(RAPID PANTING)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
(ANXIOUS BREATHING)
-(THUDDING)
-(SHRILL SQUEAL)
(STRANGE PANTING)
-(SWITCH FLICKS)
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(FAINT CONVERSATION)
ALL: (LAUGH)
Ben?
Ben!
What's going on, mate?
Nothing. I...
I'm just being stupid.
-Go on, Ratbag, off to bed.
-Are you tired?
-Do I have to?
-I'll come and see you later.
-Night-night.
-You sure you're all right?
-You look a bit pasty.
-At least he's not ruddy.
-That is called a tan.
-Night, Dad.
DOM: It's what happens
when you get out more.
(SIGHS)
Right, I'm gonna start
to clear up.
Yeah, we should
probably make tracks.
Jessica's attractive,
isn't she?
What?
Jessica, she's really pretty.
Sure.
A bit obvious, but yeah.
Typical Dominic.
(CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
-(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(GASPS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
(RAGGED BREATHING)
RACH: Ben, what's going on?
BEN: What the hell
are you playing at?!
(SCREAMS)
No, Dad!
Where's the knife?
Give it to me!
What are you doing?
Get off him!
Stop crying! The knife!
The mask! Give them to me!
HARRY: (SOBBING)
Come here, sweetheart.
It's all right.
You haven't done anything wrong.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
-What was that?
-Is he okay?
No, he's upset.
He's got to learn
when enough is enough.
I think you made that
quite clear.
Please tell me
we're not back there.
I had too much to drink
and I overreacted.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
There... There don't appear
to be any abnormalities.
Your scans are clear,
as is your bloodwork.
Really? Nothing unusual at all?
-No.
-You're sure?
Would you like me
to make something up?
Then why am I seeing
these things?
Well, I suspect it's not
what you want to hear,
but... maybe it was
too soon to reduce
your chlorpromazine dosage.
I've upped your prescription.
These things take time.
Sugar time.
Yes. Give it a good stir.
-It doesn't go down.
-It will in a minute.
-Just keep stirring.
-Something smells good.
I bought you a present.
Piano music.
I thought you could
get back into it.
Teach the local children maybe.
Oh, thanks.
Ben, are we okay?
This place still needs
a lot of work.
Look, if we've
stretched ourselves too thin--
We're fine.
Don't worry about it.
BEN: What are you up to?
Guess.
Hey, that's great.
Who's this?
Well that's me
and that's Mum.
-And him?
-That's you of course.
BEN: Yeah.
I thought it might be.
May 1?
These are good, Harry.
We'll have to get you
some proper paints.
What's this?
-Did you draw this?
-No. It was already in there.
Where did you find this?
It was in the cellar,
in those old boxes.
Olivia? You have a visitor.
Thanks, nurse.
Okay. Let me know
if you need anything.
Great.
Mrs. Warner, my name's
Ben Marshall.
I've moved into Blackwood.
I was wondering
if you could help me
with a couple of questions.
It's your drawings.
This boy, who is he?
(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry. Here, take it!
Jesus!
Okay, Olivia.
Olivia, it's all right.
-BEN: I didn't do anything.
-NURSE: Please leave.
OLIVIA (CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(NECK CRACKS)
Thanks for the other night,
Professor.
Hey, Jessica. How are you?
Horribly hung over.
Any consolation,
it doesn't show.
Well, possibly still drunk.
MAN: Shh!
Listen, I'd love to pick your
brains about my doctorate
and get a historian's view
on some things.
Maybe over lunch.
My treat.
I should be getting home.
Okay. Next time.
Sure.
Well, I'll see you soon.
-What?
-Nothing.
-You know...
-Hey, I said what was that?
What do you think you just saw?
Chill out, dude, it's all good.
(CHUCKLES)
Tell you what, sunshine.
You smile at me like that again
I'll rip your fucking
throat out.
You got that?
Yeah.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-BEN: Hey
I thought you had a lecture?
I rescheduled.
What are you working on?
Oh, nothing.
I'm thinking of
writing a new book.
History of regional crime,
that sort of thing.
Don't worry,
nothing too heavy.
I'm not going to stop you
working, Ben.
You have to do
what you have to do.
Right.
Okay. See you in a bit.
(LOCK ON DOOR ENGAGES)
MAN ON TV: Charles knew that if
Britain could rule the weight,
it would one day
rule the world.
The visionary king, Charles I,
astronomer royal,
John Flamsteed,
to apply himself with the most
exact care and diligence,
to the rectifying of the tables
of the motions of the heavens
and the places
of the thick stars so--
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-HARRY: Dad?
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
-(KNOCKS AGAIN)
-HARRY: Dad?
For God's sake!
-Can't you see I'm busy?!
-I drew you a picture.
When the door's closed that
means I'm working, right?
(STAMMERS) I'm sorry.
Go on, go and play.
Goon.
(PLAYS MELANCHOLY TUNE)
(LOCK ENGAGES)
Jeremy, Ben Marshall.
You sold us Blackwood house.
Do you know if Mrs. Warner ever
had a child living here?
(GASPS)
She lived alone for 30 years?
HARRY: Hello?
(GIGGLES)
(BELLS JINGLING)
(CLANKING SOUNDS)
-(DOOR CREAKS)
-(CLANKING CONTINUES)
(FOOTSTEPS)
-(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
-(LOCK ENGAGES)
Hello?
(WHISPERS) What do you want?
(TRUNK SLAMS SHUT)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi there. I was wondering
if you could help me.
It'll cost ya.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you know this young woman?
You are?
I'm Ben Marshall.
I moved into
Blackwood last week.
Aye, you're that one
off the telly.
-History Boy.
-Right.
Um, I found this with some of
her belongings in our cellar.
I thought I'd send them on.
You having a drink or what?
Uh... beer.
And one for yourselves.
That's Eve and her son, Tom.
She was Jack Otterly's wife.
Jack, the young guy
who works at the church?
Why would her stuff
be in our house?
I don't know.
She was Mrs. Warner's carer.
She and her son
used to stay over.
You said she "was"
Jack's wife.
Do you know where
I might find her now?
We don't want to know.
BEN: Why's that?
Jack Otterly came back
to this country a hero.
Least he could expect
was a wife
who'd stick with him
when things got rough.
She left him?
Deserted him.
When was this?
Six months ago,
the night of the big storm.
She was staying at Blackwood,
keeping an eye on the place
while Mrs. Warner
was in hospital.
Last I heard,
she, uh, packed a bag,
took her kid and went.
No goodbye or nothing.
-No one's heard from her since.
-I'll drink to that.
Well, why did she leave?
She was a cheating whore,
that's why.
My left nut says she ran off
with some civilian
-from the town.
-(DOOR OPENS)
Look, uh,
these are on me, okay?
Bye now.
Wait.
It's a lie.
Eve was not having an affair,
she loved Jack.
But he's not, um,
right in the head.
Some days, he don't know
what he's doing.
He's a dangerous man,
but everyone they...
they ignore it.
(SARCASTIC) Their precious hero.
Anya! Need you on the bar.
The day before Eve left,
he had another episode.
Worse than before.
He beat her badly, nearly
strangled Thomas to death.
MAN: Anya! Now!
Speak to Father Patrick.
If anyone knows where she went,
it is him.
She was a good friend,
a good woman.
-BEN: Father?
-Ah, Professor Marshall.
Ben. Great service
the other day.
Thank you. I'm sorry
we missed each other.
We had to rush off.
Um, I was wondering if you
could help me with something?
-Of course.
-It's about Eve Otterly.
-Yes?
-I have a box of her things.
I was told you might
know where she is?
Eve left.
Do you know why?
I'm not sure that's any
of your business, Professor.
I'm pretty sure it is.
I've been hearing some worrying
things about her husband, Jack.
Well you know not to listen
to local gossip, surely.
I'll listen to anything
when it's about a man
who likes to play with my son
in the woods.
Now, can you tell me any more
about them
or shall I just ask the police?
Let's grab a brew, shall we?
When Jack's parents died,
I practically raised him.
But he was
a hard one to control.
Always getting into trouble.
When he told me he
wanted to join the army
to support his new family,
I tried to talk him out of it.
He said the army had
turned my life around,
and that it would help him too.
BEN: You were in the army?
The Paras, yeah.
I should have tried harder
to stop him.
He was too fragile.
I knew what he was in for
over there in that bloody war.
But he wouldn't listen.
When Jack came back, the change
wasn't obvious... at first.
Of course,
he had his injuries,
but he seemed strong,
mentally.
I thought I'd let them
move into the cabin.
And that was where
the mood swings started.
And the drinking.
He wasn't himself.
He'd become a different man.
Eve couldn't cope.
God knows she tried,
but in the end, I was the one
who encouraged her to leave.
Jack had become that dangerous?
He's better now...
...thank God.
A mother and her child disappear
one night without a word.
Wasn't anyone worried?
We all were.
Jack reported her missing
the next morning.
But the police
called off the search.
Why?
Eve phoned two days later.
She called?
Said that she and Thomas
were safe and well,
and that we weren't
to try and find her.
Someone said that
they spoke to her?
A few times, yes.
-Who?
I told the police
as soon as she called.
If she calls again,
I'll ask her about that box.
But I would ask you, Ben,
to please be discreet.
Some people
are better off apart.
Is something wrong?
No, um...
Please excuse me.
I have a... lecture
I need to get to.
Thank you for all your help.
(CLATTERING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
But why's he asking about Eve?
What does he know?
FATHER: How many times
do I have to tell you?
No one knows anything.
Okay? He found
a box of Eve's, that's all.
I'm gonna talk to him.
FATHER: No, you're not.
Jack, look at me.
-(SCREAMS)
-Leave it! Leave it!
FATHER: Jack... Jack...
...she's gone.
You did what you did and
they're never coming back.
You have to look after
yourself now.
The police were useless.
They said they followed up
with Father Patrick at the time
and they were satisfied
that Eve was all right.
Okay.
What do you mean "okay"?
He's lying!
Jack Otterly killed his family
and the priest
is covering for him.
-Why would he do that?
-Guilt.
He feels responsible for what
happened to Jack. Come on!
How are you so sure this guy
even killed his family?
I just am.
Well, I wouldn't go running
back to the cops just yet, mate,
if I were you.
They do tend to like proof.
(UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SNORING)
(DISHES CLANK)
(FLOOR CREEKS)
(PANTING)
(CLINKING)
(GRUNTS)
Dominic around?
Ben, hey.
Um, no. Not today.
Anything I can help you with?
No.
Actually, yes.
Can you check this for blood?
Even a trace.
And if there is any,
see if the DNA matches either
of these two hair samples.
You sure this isn't
something for the police?
Oh, no, no, it's an old tool
from a local museum.
Uh, a paper I'm working on.
Will a trace show up
even if it's been scrubbed?
Probably.
Also, if there is blood,
how old it is?
-No problem.
-Brilliant, thanks.
(DELIGHTED SQUEALS)
Hey!
Wait!
Hey!
Wait!
Come back!
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS, SHOUTS PLAYFULLY)
(CHILD SHOUTS IN DISTANCE)
(SHIVERS)
(CHILD CONTINUES SHOUTING)
Hello?
Harry?
Yeah, what's wrong with yellow?
Where's Harry?
Mum, I'm sorry.
Ben's just come in.
-In the kitchen.
-No.
Oh, try his bedroom.
-I have.
-Mum, I've got to go.
-Harry!
-He's probably just exploring.
I told you to keep him
out of the woods!
-Harry!
-Oh, for God's sake.
Harry!
Harry!
Harry!
Harry!
-Harry, come here!
-RACH: Harry!
Oh, Professor.
The little lad's freezing.
Give that back.
You should be careful.
He'll catch his death.
Sorry, Father.
We thought we'd lost him.
Is everything all right?
Your husband seems
a little upset.
He's fine.
BEN: What did you talk
with Father Patrick about?
Nothing.
Stuff.
Did he ask about me?
What did he ask you, Harry?
I don't know.
He asked me if you talked
about a lady called Eve.
And what did you say?
I said you were doing
secret stuff.
About missing people.
You're not to talk to
the priest again.
Or Jack Ofterly.
If they try to speak to you,
you run away.
You understand?
You run away and you tell me.
What do you do?
I run away.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
WOMAN ON PHONE: Do something.
He's coming.
(PANTING) There's no time.
He's coming.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(DIAL TONE)
(THUDDING)
(CHIMES TINKLING)
(PANTING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHTER ON TV)
-Come here.
-(THERMOMETER BEEPS)
Don't worry, we will have you killing
pirates again in no time.
But, Mum, I'm a pirate.
Well, sailors then.
Come here.
(DOOR OPENS, THEN CLOSES LOUDLY)
-(CHATTERING)
-Jessica! Jessica.
Oh, hey.
I'm so sorry,
I owe you a phone call.
-Test results, right?
-Right.
Are you all right?
You look like you're coming down
with something.
I'm fine. So, any joy?
The billhook's
still at the other lab,
I can tell you
if it's blood you're after,
I'm afraid it's bad news.
-There's no trace of anything.
-You're certain?
As much as we can be.
I can run the tests again
if you like?
No, no, that's... that's fine.
Thanks.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Fuck!
MAN ON TV: It was these
technological advances
that would ultimately
give rise to the first--
-(GASPS)
-Hello.
RACH: Hi.
You gonna let me in?
What, are you a vampire now?
(LAUGHS)
I'm making tea.
-No, thanks. Is, uh, Ben around?
-No.
We didn't really get a chance
to talk the other night.
I don't think there's
much to talk about.
I'd say there's plenty.
Come here.
-No.
-Rach...
It's never going to happen.
I don't accept that.
Well, you're gonna have to.
Look, it was one kiss while
Ben and I were separated.
I was drunk and confused.
You caught me when I was
really fragile.
-Caught you?
-Yeah, and I made a mistake.
I love my son and
I love my husband.
-And so you need to leave.
-No, you do.
You don't love him,
you tolerate him.
-Dominic, you gotta go.
-(CAR APPROACHING)
He doesn't love you either.
This is all
just principle for him.
Then you don't know him
as well as you think.
He likes the idea of you.
Is this why you're here?
You're wasting your time.
I'll look after you both.
I never would have let you
give up your career.
You're wasting your life
hidden away down here.
You're making jam!
You!
It should have been us, Rach.
He's your friend.
Dominic,
what are you doing here?
Well, nice to see you too, mate.
1, uh, I thought you two
yokels might like a drink.
There's a nice little pub
just up the road.
I'm, uh, busy.
You should have called.
How is the detective work?
Research is research.
Rachel will go with you
I'm sure.
DOMINIC: Will she?
What do you say, Rach?
Will you come with me?
No, I've gotta unpack.
Ah. Well, I know
when I'm not wanted.
You two guys do your thing.
I'll, um, catch you next week.
(RAGGED EXHALE)
Uh, no, next week.
-Next week is good.
-Great.
Spectacularly rude,
the two of you.
Good job I love you.
(CHIMES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
(SCREAMS)
Harry?! Where'd you get that?
Harry!
(SOBS)
What's happening?
Where did he get that?
Father Patrick brought it
for him.
(GRUNTS)
BEN: Stay away from my family!
You got that?
You stay away!
I am onto you.
I know what you did!
And you!
It's okay, Mrs. Gill.
Just a misunderstanding.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SIGHS)
(PANTING)
(CHILD'S SCREAM ECHOES)
(DIGGING)
(CHILD SOBS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
No. No. No! No!
(FRUSTRATED SCREAM)
(PANTING)
What is this?
What have you
been doing out there?
I just had a call
from Father Patrick--
What? I told you
not to speak to that guy!
He says you threatened him.
What is going on?!
You want to know?
Stay there!
Let go of me!
You're hurting me!
BEN: I'm trying to protect you!
A woman and her son
were murdered in this house.
Eve and Thomas Otterly.
You wanna know how I know that?
-I am seeing them.
-Oh!
Everywhere!
I have to set this straight.
It won't stop until I do.
You're seeing ghosts?
It's up to me now, Rach. Me!
Jack Otterly killed his family
and that priest
is covering for him.
-I'm calling your doctor.
-There's nothing wrong with me!
This is exactly the reason why
I didn't tell you
what was going on!
Just listen to yourself!
He's unhinged!
He's capable of doing anything!
Please, I can't do this again.
-Please.
-No, no, no, no!
-Ow!
-You stay! You stay!
You lock the door.
Don't let anyone in.
You stay here...
(GRUNTS)
...and watch me prove it.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOBS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Jack!
(STARTS ENGINE)
(HONKS HORN)
You moved them.
Take me there. Now.
-What are you doing?
-Eve and Thomas Otterly.
Take me there.
Go!
Show me.
Hello?
Rach?
WOMAN ON RADIO: ...through the
local area is already
causing panic for emergency
services as countless--
Hey. Up. Get up.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
Ben's not here.
Are you going somewhere?
No, I--
(SOBS)
Oh, sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Come here, come here.
-(HEAVY SOBS)
-Oh... Shh. Shh.
(SHUSHING GENTLY)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
What, here?
There.
Sometimes people aren't meant
to be together.
I needed to find them
a safe place.
They're alive.
So what have I been seeing?
None of its happened yet.
What?
Everything I've seen,
it hasn't happened yet!
Time, time. What's the time?!
-Quarter to four.
-Harry!
What's going on?
Four chimes!
Everything happens at four!
What happens at four, Ben?
Ben!
(LOUD TICKING)
(LOUD CLICKING)
You can't talk to him, Rach.
Pick up the phone!
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
Rachel, get out of the house!
Something terrible is about to
happen, it's not safe!
(STAMMERS) Just get out now!
If you see Jack Otterly,
if you see anyone, run--
-(MACHINE BEEPS)
-Come on!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
WOMAN ON RADIO: Firemen were
forced to airlift a farmer
from the roof
of his delivery van
after it was swept off a bridge
by a raging current.
Locals are preparing
flood defenses--
Mommy?
Mom!
Okay?
(GASPS)
(SOBS)
-(WAILS)
-(BELLS JINGLING)
Police! My family are in danger.
There's an intruder
in the house.
My address
is Blackwood house--
-(MOBILE BEEPS)
-Fuck!
-Oh, come on! Come on!
-(HONKS HORN)
Get out of the way!
(SHOUTING)
Come on, move!
(LOUD TICKING)
RACH: (GROANS)
What's wrong?
-I can't do this.
-Rach, Rach, Rach...
(DISTANT VOICE ECHOES) Hey!
(DISTANT VOICE ECHOES) Wait!
(PANTING)
(DISTANT VOICE LAUGHS)
I don't want this! Ow!
-You're lying.
-Let go.
No, Rach. Rach!
(PANTING)
Thomas.
No. No, Thomas.
Thomas, wait!
Wait, please.
Thomas!
What are you doing?
It was meant to be us.
You know that, Rach.
It was always us.
-Stop it. Dominic!
-Rach, Rach, Rach.
(LOUD TICKING)
(CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
No!
(SCREAMS)
Thomas!
Where are you, son?
I'm sorry I hit you!
-Dad?
-Thomas!
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
No... No, shit!
(BELLS JINGLE)
-Don't--
-No, please.
RACH: (GRUNTS, THEN SCREAMS)
No!
BEN: No!
No!
Oh!
(GRUNTS)
-RACH: Harry!
-(RAGGED BREATHING)
Harry!
Dominic, call an ambulance!
Dominic!
Harry! Harry!
Dominic, call an ambulance!
Harry!
Oh, Harry!
RACH: Harry! Dominic,
do something!
Help!
RACH: (SOBS)
Ben, help me.
Harry, wake up!
Ben, he's not breathing!
Harry! Help me!
Ben, do something!
Do something!
RACH: Harry, listen to me.
We're gonna get help.
-(STAMMERS, THEN GRUNTS)
-RACH: Ben, he's so cold!
-(GASPS)
-RACH: Ben, call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
Oh, my God!
(SOBS)
You killed him.
No, he's still alive!
No. You and him...
...you killed our son!
(PANICKED PANTING)
-You killed my boy!
-Ben!
BOTH: (GRUNT)
I'm gonna get help!
No, no, no!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(FOOTSTEPS STOP)
(LINE RINGING)
MALE OPERATOR:
Which service please?
(WHISPERS) Help.
Help me, please.
-Which service?
-Ambulance! Police!
My son's dying!
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
Can you repeat?
Ambulance! Hurry!
I'm afraid we have
a very bad line.
What's the nature
of your emergency?
No!
-Hello?
-BEN: (GRUNTING)
Hello, madam, are you there?
(GRUNTS)
Please, do something!
Do something, he's coming!
It's okay.
I need you to take a breath.
BEN: (SHOUTING ANGRILY)
We'll go through
what the situation is.
-There's no time! He's coming!
-BEN: Open this door!
Is there an intruder
in the house?
BEN: Rachel!
Madam, is someone
in the house with you?
I can't get out! Hurry!
It's okay,
madam, just stay calm.
Help is on its way.
We have your location--
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Hello?
Hello?
How could you, Rachel?
The sacrifices I made.
You think you can just leave
after everything
I've done for us?
This is how you repay us?!
Whatever happens,
we're all staying here now.
This is it.
This is how it has to end for
the three of us.
And I blame you.
-Come here!
-(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LOUD TICKING)
(TICKING STOPS)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(SOBS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(WIND HOWLS EERILY)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
(RAIN POURS)
(THUNDER CONTINUES LOUDLY)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(CLOCK GEARS FADING)
WOMAN: Professor Marshall?
MAN: No one doubts your
reputation as a historian, Ben.
We have two of your
books on our reading list.
And that television show of
yours was trail-blazing stuff.
So what's the problem?
Wouldn't this post be a step
down for you?
Not at all.
This is a highly
respected University.
It's not Oxford.
It's a challenge.
We understand there was
an incident with a colleague.
Bill Judd.
You accused him of
stealing your research?
I was under a lot of pressure,
I made a terrible assumption,
and I snapped.
Well... we're not sure we're
ready for that kind of passion.
What are we really
talking about here?
My family is more important
to me than anything.
My work, my students,
any post you could
ever offer me.
Thing is, I let myself
forget that.
I pushed myself too hard
and I lost them.
My wife and I separated
while I recovered.
Toughest six months of
my life...
not seeing my boy,
not knowing if he was okay.
I'm getting better, taking the
pills, doing everything right.
Have I changed? No.
Do [ still have the same drive,
the same energy? More so.
Once I'm onto something,
I don't let go.
You're right, this isn't
Oxford, that's the point.
I'll give you what you need
and nothing more.
You're worried about passion?
My only passion now
is for my family.
I've never liked Bill Judd.
Have you thought about
where you're gonna live?
(TIRES ROLLING ON GRAVEL)
BEN: Al righty.
WOMAN: Oh, wow. It's much
bigger than I remember.
BEN: It's perfect.
MAN: Professor Marshall. Hello.
Nice to see you again.
-Hi, Jeremy.
-It's Jerry. Hi.
Ah, hello.
Jeremy works too.
And this troublemaker is Harry.
JERRY: Mrs. Warner's relatives
have left a few things
I'm afraid.
Her artwork and boxes and stuff.
If you don't mind
holding on to them for a while,
I'll have somebody pop by.
Who's Mrs. Warner?
She's the old lady
who used to live here.
She was quite a famous artist in
her day apparently.
You must be freezing.
Do you want a hot drink? I've
got some tea bags in the car.
No. No, thank you.
I should be off.
Um, if you
have any questions...
Thank you.
Okay, take care.
Many congratulations.
Found it!
It's working!
Okay, uh,
it's gonna go in the hall.
-Please.
-And back and right.
Yeah.
Slowly, slowly.
BEN: (TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(PLAY FIGHTING SOUNDS)
-(DOOR OPENS)
-(BELLS JINGLE)
Yah!
-This clock's not working!
-BEN: What?!
The clock is not working.
It needs a key.
-It needs a key!
-Okay!
(PLAYFUL SCREAM)
(PLAY FIGHTING SOUNDS)
(FAINT HUMMING)
MAN: (TALKING QUIETLY)
(TWIG SNAPS)
(GROANS)
Where's Harry?
Um, he is stringing up mutineers
in the garden.
(BELLS JINGLE)
Harry!
Harry!
I'm sure he's fine.
Harry!
(BIRDS CALLING)
Come on, where are you?
Harry?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Harry.
Hey.
HARRY: Hi, Dad!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm learning
to skin a rabbit!
-Come here now.
-(WHIMPERS)
-Who are you?
-Jack Ofterly. I'm...
...groundsman at St Joseph's.
I'm Ben Marshall
and you're trespassing.
-Mrs. Warner used to pay me--
-Well, not anymore.
Please stay away.
-HARRY: (WHIMPERS)
-Come on.
BEN: What have I told you
about running off?
-Eh? Back to the house. Enough.
-Please...
BEN: Mmm. You smell good.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey, what did I say
about knocking?
Can I sleep
in here tonight?
Harry, what's wrong?
It's scary.
Now don't be silly.
You're tougher than that,
aren't you?
Good man. Scram.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Now, where were we?
Mmm.
(YAWNS)
You're not going to sleep,
are you?
Yeah.
But it's fine, you can
carry on reading if you want.
You're serious?
What?
The look on your face.
BEN: Come here.
WOMAN: (MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
(FAINT HUMMING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
Harry?
Harry, go back to bed.
Night, Harry.
Jesus!
Is everything okay?
(SIGHS) Yeah.
Yeah, come on.
Go back to bed.
HARRY: Mom?
BEN: Morning, Harry.
Sleep all right?
I bet you did.
-Oh, Dad!
-That was for last night.
What you on about?
Nice try.
You're not fooling anyone.
I didn't do anything.
Harry,
lying makes your nose grow.
-I'm not!
-Enough, Harry!
Can I have my egg back now?
Okay, this is our fourth
lecture together.
Why are we here?
Anyone?
No one?
Okay, well I have an opinion.
Despite what all those
gloomy geneticists
would have us believe,
we needn't be governed
by our programming.
History is an integral part
of our evolution as a species.
It helps us adapt,
do things differently,
set things straight.
We step back from the
puzzle of the past,
interpret what we see
and give it meaning.
But be careful.
Never fill in the gaps with
what you want to believe.
No prejudice, no agenda.
-(BELL RINGS)
-(LOUD CHATTERING)
MAN: You don't have to talk
a load of shit.
I try my best.
You've been doing that
TV rubbish for too long,
-you've lost your edge.
-(DOOR SHUTS)
Don't take this
the wrong way, Dom,
what the hell are you
doing here?
Charming.
I left Oxford
to get away from you.
I've been pining.
Hmm, you are looking
very thin.
-When did you arrive?
-Late last night.
You, uh, you got
any booze in there?
Seriously, why are you here?
I'm working with your
archaeology department
for a couple of months.
Since when were geneticists into
Roman bogs and blue cagoules?
Ever since they dug up
"dem bones" in that long barrow,
and, uh, they're letting
me run some tests.
I had my money
on a pretty undergraduate.
No. No, no, no, no.
Strictly academic research
for me these days.
-How's Rach?
-We're making it work.
And that ridiculous sprawl,
everything you hoped for?
It better be. We're mortgaged
up to the eyeballs
and I don't think
anyone else would've
had the imagination
to take it on.
You always love over-stretching
yourself, don't you?
It's fine, we're just gonna
have to
take our time with it,
that's all.
Sodol,um... Sodoljust
spring up unannounced,
or are you gonna invite me over
for supper one night?
God, really?
Sunday night?
Sunday night. Boom.
-Mum.
-What?
-Ha!
-RACH: (LAUGHS)
-HARRY: Got you!
-Oh-ho!
-Don't!
-RACH: All right.
Let's see, you asked for it.
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
WOMAN ON RADIO: Hundreds of
businesses have flooded.
In the last few minutes,
firemen were forced to--
(STATIC, TRANSMISSION GARBLED)
(GASPS) Jesus!
(WOMAN ON RADIO CONTINUES)
So how long is he down for?
A month or two.
I thought you liked Dominic.
I do, I think he's great.
You change when
he's around though.
-How?
-It's weird.
Jesus. I'd better
watch that then.
Don't be like that.
You did ask.
I know.
And I said I'll watch that.
(PIPES GROANING)
Do you like that picture?
-Nope.
-Me neither.
Really?
(BREATHY WHISPER)
(RAPID CLICKING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY)
(CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
(EERIE RATTLING)
(WATER DRIPS)
(WATER DRIPS RAPIDLY)
(DRIPPING SLOWS)
(DRIPS BECOME SLOWER, HEAVIER)
(SCREAMS)
What's wrong?
(PANTING)
Bad dream.
-It's all right, sweetie.
-(WHIMPERS)
It's all right.
Daddy just had a nightmare.
(EXHALING DEEPLY)
-You okay, fella?
-Yep.
Harry?
I don't want you
to go away again.
BEN: Hey, no one's
going anywhere.
This house, the three of us
together again,
-everything's going to be okay.
-Mm-hm.
I promise, this is it.
Whatever happens,
we're all staying here.
Shake on it?
Deal.
CONGREGATION (SINGS): Breathe
through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and thy balm
Let sense be dumb
Let flesh retire
Speak through the earthquake,
wind, and fire
O still, small voice of calm
O still, small voice of calm
FATHER: God be in our heads
and our understanding.
God be in our eyes
and our looking.
God be in our hearts
and our thinking.
God be at our end
and our departing.
(WHISPERS) I don't know about you,
but I'd enjoy something naughty.
Tick. Can we go and do
something naughty now?
Get out of here.
RACH: Put your seat belt on.
BEN: Dominic's here!
-Hey, how do I look?
-Beautiful.
DOMINIC: (HUMS TUNE)
BEN: And he's brought someone.
(WHISPERS) Damn it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DOMINIC (LAUGHS)
-It's gorgeous.
-BEN: Thank you so much.
I've been working on it a while.
Jessica, you're in your prime.
Why are you wasting
a moment of it
hanging around this reprobate?
-He's paying me.
-Oh, technically I am.
Um, she's helping me out
in the lab.
Jessica is doing a PhD
in the Neanderthal genome.
Oh.
Spending time with this caveman
counts as research.
You not having any, Rach?
Oh, no. I'm stuffed.
Harry, stop it. Come on, up.
So, come on then.
How did you all become friends?
-BEN: Mm!
-DOM: Oh, it's a short, and yet,
the way Ben tells it, still a
surprisingly dull story.
BEN: It was in Oxford.
It was our first night
as eager new dons.
DON: We were both
searching out for a decent place
to have a drink.
It was absolutely pissing down.
It was pissing down. We stopped
each other in the street
and at the exact same moment--
DOM: Said,
"Do you know where..."
BOTH: There's a decent
student-free pub.
-JESSICA: And you, Rachel?
-She was the barmaid.
No, I wasn't. I worked in a bar
work, but not in that one.
Yes, but it makes
a more interesting story.
Hmm...
Rachel was one of Ben's
most brilliant students.
I'm not sure about brilliant.
And I have to point out that it
was me who spotted her first.
JESSICA: Are you a historian
too, Rachel?
I, um... Not quite.
I had started my PhD,
and then this
little man came along
and you had other plans,
didn't you?
You're really missing out.
It's delicious.
DOW.. Five, six, seven, eight.
(PIANO PLAYS LIVELY MUSIC)
Just biff it, just biff it.
Biff it, biff it. There you go.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DON AND RACH CHAT AND LAUGH)
(PIANO CONTINUES FAINTLY)
-(WIND RUSHING)
-(BELLS JINGLE)
DOM: Here's your
chance to shine.
(DON AND RACH CONTINUE
CHATTING, LAUGHING)
DOM: That's it, that's it!
(CHATTER, LAUGHTER CONTINUES)
Here's the crescendo.
Big, big, big finale!
DOM: (VOCALIZING)
RACH: Oh! (LAUGHS)
DOM: Have you got 50p
for the meter?
BEN: Please tell me
we have a torch.
Oh, you're kidding me.
(FLICKS SWITCH)
Shit.
(WIND HOWLS OUTSIDE)
(SIGHS)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
(STRANGE PANTING)
Hello?
(RAPID PANTING)
(FLICKS SWITCH)
(ANXIOUS BREATHING)
-(THUDDING)
-(SHRILL SQUEAL)
(STRANGE PANTING)
-(SWITCH FLICKS)
-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(FAINT CONVERSATION)
ALL: (LAUGH)
Ben?
Ben!
What's going on, mate?
Nothing. I...
I'm just being stupid.
-Go on, Ratbag, off to bed.
-Are you tired?
-Do I have to?
-I'll come and see you later.
-Night-night.
-You sure you're all right?
-You look a bit pasty.
-At least he's not ruddy.
-That is called a tan.
-Night, Dad.
DOM: It's what happens
when you get out more.
(SIGHS)
Right, I'm gonna start
to clear up.
Yeah, we should
probably make tracks.
Jessica's attractive,
isn't she?
What?
Jessica, she's really pretty.
Sure.
A bit obvious, but yeah.
Typical Dominic.
(CLOCK CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
-(GLASS SHATTERS)
-(GASPS)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
(RAGGED BREATHING)
RACH: Ben, what's going on?
BEN: What the hell
are you playing at?!
(SCREAMS)
No, Dad!
Where's the knife?
Give it to me!
What are you doing?
Get off him!
Stop crying! The knife!
The mask! Give them to me!
HARRY: (SOBBING)
Come here, sweetheart.
It's all right.
You haven't done anything wrong.
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
-What was that?
-Is he okay?
No, he's upset.
He's got to learn
when enough is enough.
I think you made that
quite clear.
Please tell me
we're not back there.
I had too much to drink
and I overreacted.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
There... There don't appear
to be any abnormalities.
Your scans are clear,
as is your bloodwork.
Really? Nothing unusual at all?
-No.
-You're sure?
Would you like me
to make something up?
Then why am I seeing
these things?
Well, I suspect it's not
what you want to hear,
but... maybe it was
too soon to reduce
your chlorpromazine dosage.
I've upped your prescription.
These things take time.
Sugar time.
Yes. Give it a good stir.
-It doesn't go down.
-It will in a minute.
-Just keep stirring.
-Something smells good.
I bought you a present.
Piano music.
I thought you could
get back into it.
Teach the local children maybe.
Oh, thanks.
Ben, are we okay?
This place still needs
a lot of work.
Look, if we've
stretched ourselves too thin--
We're fine.
Don't worry about it.
BEN: What are you up to?
Guess.
Hey, that's great.
Who's this?
Well that's me
and that's Mum.
-And him?
-That's you of course.
BEN: Yeah.
I thought it might be.
May 1?
These are good, Harry.
We'll have to get you
some proper paints.
What's this?
-Did you draw this?
-No. It was already in there.
Where did you find this?
It was in the cellar,
in those old boxes.
Olivia? You have a visitor.
Thanks, nurse.
Okay. Let me know
if you need anything.
Great.
Mrs. Warner, my name's
Ben Marshall.
I've moved into Blackwood.
I was wondering
if you could help me
with a couple of questions.
It's your drawings.
This boy, who is he?
(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry. Here, take it!
Jesus!
Okay, Olivia.
Olivia, it's all right.
-BEN: I didn't do anything.
-NURSE: Please leave.
OLIVIA (CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(NECK CRACKS)
Thanks for the other night,
Professor.
Hey, Jessica. How are you?
Horribly hung over.
Any consolation,
it doesn't show.
Well, possibly still drunk.
MAN: Shh!
Listen, I'd love to pick your
brains about my doctorate
and get a historian's view
on some things.
Maybe over lunch.
My treat.
I should be getting home.
Okay. Next time.
Sure.
Well, I'll see you soon.
-What?
-Nothing.
-You know...
-Hey, I said what was that?
What do you think you just saw?
Chill out, dude, it's all good.
(CHUCKLES)
Tell you what, sunshine.
You smile at me like that again
I'll rip your fucking
throat out.
You got that?
Yeah.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-BEN: Hey
I thought you had a lecture?
I rescheduled.
What are you working on?
Oh, nothing.
I'm thinking of
writing a new book.
History of regional crime,
that sort of thing.
Don't worry,
nothing too heavy.
I'm not going to stop you
working, Ben.
You have to do
what you have to do.
Right.
Okay. See you in a bit.
(LOCK ON DOOR ENGAGES)
MAN ON TV: Charles knew that if
Britain could rule the weight,
it would one day
rule the world.
The visionary king, Charles I,
astronomer royal,
John Flamsteed,
to apply himself with the most
exact care and diligence,
to the rectifying of the tables
of the motions of the heavens
and the places
of the thick stars so--
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-HARRY: Dad?
(DOORKNOB JIGGLES)
-(KNOCKS AGAIN)
-HARRY: Dad?
For God's sake!
-Can't you see I'm busy?!
-I drew you a picture.
When the door's closed that
means I'm working, right?
(STAMMERS) I'm sorry.
Go on, go and play.
Goon.
(PLAYS MELANCHOLY TUNE)
(LOCK ENGAGES)
Jeremy, Ben Marshall.
You sold us Blackwood house.
Do you know if Mrs. Warner ever
had a child living here?
(GASPS)
She lived alone for 30 years?
HARRY: Hello?
(GIGGLES)
(BELLS JINGLING)
(CLANKING SOUNDS)
-(DOOR CREAKS)
-(CLANKING CONTINUES)
(FOOTSTEPS)
-(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
-(LOCK ENGAGES)
Hello?
(WHISPERS) What do you want?
(TRUNK SLAMS SHUT)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi there. I was wondering
if you could help me.
It'll cost ya.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you know this young woman?
You are?
I'm Ben Marshall.
I moved into
Blackwood last week.
Aye, you're that one
off the telly.
-History Boy.
-Right.
Um, I found this with some of
her belongings in our cellar.
I thought I'd send them on.
You having a drink or what?
Uh... beer.
And one for yourselves.
That's Eve and her son, Tom.
She was Jack Otterly's wife.
Jack, the young guy
who works at the church?
Why would her stuff
be in our house?
I don't know.
She was Mrs. Warner's carer.
She and her son
used to stay over.
You said she "was"
Jack's wife.
Do you know where
I might find her now?
We don't want to know.
BEN: Why's that?
Jack Otterly came back
to this country a hero.
Least he could expect
was a wife
who'd stick with him
when things got rough.
She left him?
Deserted him.
When was this?
Six months ago,
the night of the big storm.
She was staying at Blackwood,
keeping an eye on the place
while Mrs. Warner
was in hospital.
Last I heard,
she, uh, packed a bag,
took her kid and went.
No goodbye or nothing.
-No one's heard from her since.
-I'll drink to that.
Well, why did she leave?
She was a cheating whore,
that's why.
My left nut says she ran off
with some civilian
-from the town.
-(DOOR OPENS)
Look, uh,
these are on me, okay?
Bye now.
Wait.
It's a lie.
Eve was not having an affair,
she loved Jack.
But he's not, um,
right in the head.
Some days, he don't know
what he's doing.
He's a dangerous man,
but everyone they...
they ignore it.
(SARCASTIC) Their precious hero.
Anya! Need you on the bar.
The day before Eve left,
he had another episode.
Worse than before.
He beat her badly, nearly
strangled Thomas to death.
MAN: Anya! Now!
Speak to Father Patrick.
If anyone knows where she went,
it is him.
She was a good friend,
a good woman.
-BEN: Father?
-Ah, Professor Marshall.
Ben. Great service
the other day.
Thank you. I'm sorry
we missed each other.
We had to rush off.
Um, I was wondering if you
could help me with something?
-Of course.
-It's about Eve Otterly.
-Yes?
-I have a box of her things.
I was told you might
know where she is?
Eve left.
Do you know why?
I'm not sure that's any
of your business, Professor.
I'm pretty sure it is.
I've been hearing some worrying
things about her husband, Jack.
Well you know not to listen
to local gossip, surely.
I'll listen to anything
when it's about a man
who likes to play with my son
in the woods.
Now, can you tell me any more
about them
or shall I just ask the police?
Let's grab a brew, shall we?
When Jack's parents died,
I practically raised him.
But he was
a hard one to control.
Always getting into trouble.
When he told me he
wanted to join the army
to support his new family,
I tried to talk him out of it.
He said the army had
turned my life around,
and that it would help him too.
BEN: You were in the army?
The Paras, yeah.
I should have tried harder
to stop him.
He was too fragile.
I knew what he was in for
over there in that bloody war.
But he wouldn't listen.
When Jack came back, the change
wasn't obvious... at first.
Of course,
he had his injuries,
but he seemed strong,
mentally.
I thought I'd let them
move into the cabin.
And that was where
the mood swings started.
And the drinking.
He wasn't himself.
He'd become a different man.
Eve couldn't cope.
God knows she tried,
but in the end, I was the one
who encouraged her to leave.
Jack had become that dangerous?
He's better now...
...thank God.
A mother and her child disappear
one night without a word.
Wasn't anyone worried?
We all were.
Jack reported her missing
the next morning.
But the police
called off the search.
Why?
Eve phoned two days later.
She called?
Said that she and Thomas
were safe and well,
and that we weren't
to try and find her.
Someone said that
they spoke to her?
A few times, yes.
-Who?
I told the police
as soon as she called.
If she calls again,
I'll ask her about that box.
But I would ask you, Ben,
to please be discreet.
Some people
are better off apart.
Is something wrong?
No, um...
Please excuse me.
I have a... lecture
I need to get to.
Thank you for all your help.
(CLATTERING)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
But why's he asking about Eve?
What does he know?
FATHER: How many times
do I have to tell you?
No one knows anything.
Okay? He found
a box of Eve's, that's all.
I'm gonna talk to him.
FATHER: No, you're not.
Jack, look at me.
-(SCREAMS)
-Leave it! Leave it!
FATHER: Jack... Jack...
...she's gone.
You did what you did and
they're never coming back.
You have to look after
yourself now.
The police were useless.
They said they followed up
with Father Patrick at the time
and they were satisfied
that Eve was all right.
Okay.
What do you mean "okay"?
He's lying!
Jack Otterly killed his family
and the priest
is covering for him.
-Why would he do that?
-Guilt.
He feels responsible for what
happened to Jack. Come on!
How are you so sure this guy
even killed his family?
I just am.
Well, I wouldn't go running
back to the cops just yet, mate,
if I were you.
They do tend to like proof.
(UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SNORING)
(DISHES CLANK)
(FLOOR CREEKS)
(PANTING)
(CLINKING)
(GRUNTS)
Dominic around?
Ben, hey.
Um, no. Not today.
Anything I can help you with?
No.
Actually, yes.
Can you check this for blood?
Even a trace.
And if there is any,
see if the DNA matches either
of these two hair samples.
You sure this isn't
something for the police?
Oh, no, no, it's an old tool
from a local museum.
Uh, a paper I'm working on.
Will a trace show up
even if it's been scrubbed?
Probably.
Also, if there is blood,
how old it is?
-No problem.
-Brilliant, thanks.
(DELIGHTED SQUEALS)
Hey!
Wait!
Hey!
Wait!
Come back!
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS, SHOUTS PLAYFULLY)
(CHILD SHOUTS IN DISTANCE)
(SHIVERS)
(CHILD CONTINUES SHOUTING)
Hello?
Harry?
Yeah, what's wrong with yellow?
Where's Harry?
Mum, I'm sorry.
Ben's just come in.
-In the kitchen.
-No.
Oh, try his bedroom.
-I have.
-Mum, I've got to go.
-Harry!
-He's probably just exploring.
I told you to keep him
out of the woods!
-Harry!
-Oh, for God's sake.
Harry!
Harry!
Harry!
Harry!
-Harry, come here!
-RACH: Harry!
Oh, Professor.
The little lad's freezing.
Give that back.
You should be careful.
He'll catch his death.
Sorry, Father.
We thought we'd lost him.
Is everything all right?
Your husband seems
a little upset.
He's fine.
BEN: What did you talk
with Father Patrick about?
Nothing.
Stuff.
Did he ask about me?
What did he ask you, Harry?
I don't know.
He asked me if you talked
about a lady called Eve.
And what did you say?
I said you were doing
secret stuff.
About missing people.
You're not to talk to
the priest again.
Or Jack Ofterly.
If they try to speak to you,
you run away.
You understand?
You run away and you tell me.
What do you do?
I run away.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
WOMAN ON PHONE: Do something.
He's coming.
(PANTING) There's no time.
He's coming.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(DIAL TONE)
(THUDDING)
(CHIMES TINKLING)
(PANTING)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHTER ON TV)
-Come here.
-(THERMOMETER BEEPS)
Don't worry, we will have you killing
pirates again in no time.
But, Mum, I'm a pirate.
Well, sailors then.
Come here.
(DOOR OPENS, THEN CLOSES LOUDLY)
-(CHATTERING)
-Jessica! Jessica.
Oh, hey.
I'm so sorry,
I owe you a phone call.
-Test results, right?
-Right.
Are you all right?
You look like you're coming down
with something.
I'm fine. So, any joy?
The billhook's
still at the other lab,
I can tell you
if it's blood you're after,
I'm afraid it's bad news.
-There's no trace of anything.
-You're certain?
As much as we can be.
I can run the tests again
if you like?
No, no, that's... that's fine.
Thanks.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Fuck!
MAN ON TV: It was these
technological advances
that would ultimately
give rise to the first--
-(GASPS)
-Hello.
RACH: Hi.
You gonna let me in?
What, are you a vampire now?
(LAUGHS)
I'm making tea.
-No, thanks. Is, uh, Ben around?
-No.
We didn't really get a chance
to talk the other night.
I don't think there's
much to talk about.
I'd say there's plenty.
Come here.
-No.
-Rach...
It's never going to happen.
I don't accept that.
Well, you're gonna have to.
Look, it was one kiss while
Ben and I were separated.
I was drunk and confused.
You caught me when I was
really fragile.
-Caught you?
-Yeah, and I made a mistake.
I love my son and
I love my husband.
-And so you need to leave.
-No, you do.
You don't love him,
you tolerate him.
-Dominic, you gotta go.
-(CAR APPROACHING)
He doesn't love you either.
This is all
just principle for him.
Then you don't know him
as well as you think.
He likes the idea of you.
Is this why you're here?
You're wasting your time.
I'll look after you both.
I never would have let you
give up your career.
You're wasting your life
hidden away down here.
You're making jam!
You!
It should have been us, Rach.
He's your friend.
Dominic,
what are you doing here?
Well, nice to see you too, mate.
1, uh, I thought you two
yokels might like a drink.
There's a nice little pub
just up the road.
I'm, uh, busy.
You should have called.
How is the detective work?
Research is research.
Rachel will go with you
I'm sure.
DOMINIC: Will she?
What do you say, Rach?
Will you come with me?
No, I've gotta unpack.
Ah. Well, I know
when I'm not wanted.
You two guys do your thing.
I'll, um, catch you next week.
(RAGGED EXHALE)
Uh, no, next week.
-Next week is good.
-Great.
Spectacularly rude,
the two of you.
Good job I love you.
(CHIMES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
(SCREAMS)
Harry?! Where'd you get that?
Harry!
(SOBS)
What's happening?
Where did he get that?
Father Patrick brought it
for him.
(GRUNTS)
BEN: Stay away from my family!
You got that?
You stay away!
I am onto you.
I know what you did!
And you!
It's okay, Mrs. Gill.
Just a misunderstanding.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SIGHS)
(PANTING)
(CHILD'S SCREAM ECHOES)
(DIGGING)
(CHILD SOBS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(GRUNTS)
No. No. No! No!
(FRUSTRATED SCREAM)
(PANTING)
What is this?
What have you
been doing out there?
I just had a call
from Father Patrick--
What? I told you
not to speak to that guy!
He says you threatened him.
What is going on?!
You want to know?
Stay there!
Let go of me!
You're hurting me!
BEN: I'm trying to protect you!
A woman and her son
were murdered in this house.
Eve and Thomas Otterly.
You wanna know how I know that?
-I am seeing them.
-Oh!
Everywhere!
I have to set this straight.
It won't stop until I do.
You're seeing ghosts?
It's up to me now, Rach. Me!
Jack Otterly killed his family
and that priest
is covering for him.
-I'm calling your doctor.
-There's nothing wrong with me!
This is exactly the reason why
I didn't tell you
what was going on!
Just listen to yourself!
He's unhinged!
He's capable of doing anything!
Please, I can't do this again.
-Please.
-No, no, no, no!
-Ow!
-You stay! You stay!
You lock the door.
Don't let anyone in.
You stay here...
(GRUNTS)
...and watch me prove it.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOBS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
Jack!
(STARTS ENGINE)
(HONKS HORN)
You moved them.
Take me there. Now.
-What are you doing?
-Eve and Thomas Otterly.
Take me there.
Go!
Show me.
Hello?
Rach?
WOMAN ON RADIO: ...through the
local area is already
causing panic for emergency
services as countless--
Hey. Up. Get up.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey.
Ben's not here.
Are you going somewhere?
No, I--
(SOBS)
Oh, sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Come here, come here.
-(HEAVY SOBS)
-Oh... Shh. Shh.
(SHUSHING GENTLY)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
What, here?
There.
Sometimes people aren't meant
to be together.
I needed to find them
a safe place.
They're alive.
So what have I been seeing?
None of its happened yet.
What?
Everything I've seen,
it hasn't happened yet!
Time, time. What's the time?!
-Quarter to four.
-Harry!
What's going on?
Four chimes!
Everything happens at four!
What happens at four, Ben?
Ben!
(LOUD TICKING)
(LOUD CLICKING)
You can't talk to him, Rach.
Pick up the phone!
(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
Rachel, get out of the house!
Something terrible is about to
happen, it's not safe!
(STAMMERS) Just get out now!
If you see Jack Otterly,
if you see anyone, run--
-(MACHINE BEEPS)
-Come on!
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
WOMAN ON RADIO: Firemen were
forced to airlift a farmer
from the roof
of his delivery van
after it was swept off a bridge
by a raging current.
Locals are preparing
flood defenses--
Mommy?
Mom!
Okay?
(GASPS)
(SOBS)
-(WAILS)
-(BELLS JINGLING)
Police! My family are in danger.
There's an intruder
in the house.
My address
is Blackwood house--
-(MOBILE BEEPS)
-Fuck!
-Oh, come on! Come on!
-(HONKS HORN)
Get out of the way!
(SHOUTING)
Come on, move!
(LOUD TICKING)
RACH: (GROANS)
What's wrong?
-I can't do this.
-Rach, Rach, Rach...
(DISTANT VOICE ECHOES) Hey!
(DISTANT VOICE ECHOES) Wait!
(PANTING)
(DISTANT VOICE LAUGHS)
I don't want this! Ow!
-You're lying.
-Let go.
No, Rach. Rach!
(PANTING)
Thomas.
No. No, Thomas.
Thomas, wait!
Wait, please.
Thomas!
What are you doing?
It was meant to be us.
You know that, Rach.
It was always us.
-Stop it. Dominic!
-Rach, Rach, Rach.
(LOUD TICKING)
(CHIMES FOUR TIMES)
No!
(SCREAMS)
Thomas!
Where are you, son?
I'm sorry I hit you!
-Dad?
-Thomas!
(SOBS)
(GROANS)
No... No, shit!
(BELLS JINGLE)
-Don't--
-No, please.
RACH: (GRUNTS, THEN SCREAMS)
No!
BEN: No!
No!
Oh!
(GRUNTS)
-RACH: Harry!
-(RAGGED BREATHING)
Harry!
Dominic, call an ambulance!
Dominic!
Harry! Harry!
Dominic, call an ambulance!
Harry!
Oh, Harry!
RACH: Harry! Dominic,
do something!
Help!
RACH: (SOBS)
Ben, help me.
Harry, wake up!
Ben, he's not breathing!
Harry! Help me!
Ben, do something!
Do something!
RACH: Harry, listen to me.
We're gonna get help.
-(STAMMERS, THEN GRUNTS)
-RACH: Ben, he's so cold!
-(GASPS)
-RACH: Ben, call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
Oh, my God!
(SOBS)
You killed him.
No, he's still alive!
No. You and him...
...you killed our son!
(PANICKED PANTING)
-You killed my boy!
-Ben!
BOTH: (GRUNT)
I'm gonna get help!
No, no, no!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(FOOTSTEPS STOP)
(LINE RINGING)
MALE OPERATOR:
Which service please?
(WHISPERS) Help.
Help me, please.
-Which service?
-Ambulance! Police!
My son's dying!
I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
Can you repeat?
Ambulance! Hurry!
I'm afraid we have
a very bad line.
What's the nature
of your emergency?
No!
-Hello?
-BEN: (GRUNTING)
Hello, madam, are you there?
(GRUNTS)
Please, do something!
Do something, he's coming!
It's okay.
I need you to take a breath.
BEN: (SHOUTING ANGRILY)
We'll go through
what the situation is.
-There's no time! He's coming!
-BEN: Open this door!
Is there an intruder
in the house?
BEN: Rachel!
Madam, is someone
in the house with you?
I can't get out! Hurry!
It's okay,
madam, just stay calm.
Help is on its way.
We have your location--
-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-Hello?
Hello?
How could you, Rachel?
The sacrifices I made.
You think you can just leave
after everything
I've done for us?
This is how you repay us?!
Whatever happens,
we're all staying here now.
This is it.
This is how it has to end for
the three of us.
And I blame you.
-Come here!
-(GRUNTS)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(LOUD TICKING)
(TICKING STOPS)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(SOBS)
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(EERIE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)