Popeye: Resurrection (2026) Movie Script
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(eerie music)
(wind whooshing)
(crickets chirping)
(leaves rustling)
(tense music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(crickets chirping)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(leaves crunching)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa screaming)
(Melissa grunting)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(Melissa groaning)
(head thuds)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(Melissa groaning)
(footsteps thudding)
(Melissa yelping)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(chains clattering)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(blade tings)
(Melissa screaming)
(blade slashes)
(upbeat menacing music)
(gentle music)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(water rushing)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(ambient music)
(dramatic music)
- 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.
- (scoffs) 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?
- [Paul] That'd be lovely.
(gentle music)
- 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.
(tense music)
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.
(tense music)
- There you go.
- Could've used
you during the war.
I'm glad you were there
for my brother at the end.
(sinister music)
- Popeye. (breathing heavily)
- Does that happen a lot?
- What part?
- Seeing... Talking to people.
At the end.
- Yeah.
Oscar, he was a good man.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
(door clicks)
(birds chirping)
(door thuds)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(gravel crunching)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music swells)
(gate thuds)
(latch clicking)
(birds chirping)
- Hey, hey baby.
- Hey, Maya.
Bit early for that, isn't it?
- Just finished your shift?
- Yeah.
Last one for a few days. (sighs)
- 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. (chuckles)
- 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.
(handle clicks)
(latch clicks)
(door thuds)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps pattering)
(Cassie sighs)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(floorboards creaking)
(latch clicks)
(suspenseful music)
(Cassie breathing shakily)
- You left me.
You left me to die!
(Cassie breathing shakily)
(blade slashes)
(blood squelching)
(body thuds)
(tense music)
(Cassie whimpers)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Cassie sighs)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
- [Broadcaster] 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.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(floorboard creaks)
(tense music)
(Cassie sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(objects clattering)
(tense music)
(water tinkling)
(footsteps pattering)
(water running)
- Nurse? Nurse?
Nurse!
Nurse!
Fuck's sake.
Fuck's sake.
(tense music)
Nurse?
Nurse!
(Paul breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Nurse?
(Paul breathing shakily)
(floorboards creaking)
Hey! No, no!
Get off! No, no!
Get off me!
(groaning) 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! (groaning)
Please stop, stop! Stop!
(tense music)
Stop! Get off me!
No! (groaning)
Get off me! Please!
Please, please stop!
- He's not strong enough.
- Stop, stop.
Stop! Stop it now.
Stop!
Please, please!
(groaning) No!
No, no, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Wait, just don't do this
please, please, please!
Please! (groaning)
Get off me!
- [Person In Red] We need her.
She is the key.
(intense music)
- Don't do this!
Please, stop, stop, stop, stop.
No, stop, stop, stop.
Please, please, please,
please, please, please!
(Paul screaming)
(blade slashing)
(Paul groaning)
(Paul coughing)
(Paul groaning)
- [Person In Red] Eat it.
(Paul retching)
(Paul groaning)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(gate thuds)
(box rattling)
(tense music)
- What's that?
(objects thudding)
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. (chuckles) 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.
(gravel crunching)
- 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. (chuckles)
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?
(car door clicks)
(bag rustles)
(car door thuds)
(Cassie coughing)
(bottle rattling)
(car door clicks)
- Babe, this water is minging.
- What?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's been
sat there for a while.
- (scoffs) I don't
deserve fresh water? Rude.
(car engine whirring)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(car door clicks)
- This is it.
(car doors thudding)
(eerie music)
- 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.
(birds squawking)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps thudding)
Come in.
(step creaking)
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.
- [Maya] This is
Joe, this is Ben.
- Welcome aboard.
(tense music)
(footsteps pattering)
- You okay?
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(grass crunching)
- Life's water, bring
forth your bounty.
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(water trickling)
(cultist breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
- Why am I back here?
(Cassie groaning)
(Cassie screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(footsteps pattering)
(water rushing)
Oil?
(glass clinking)
(glass thuds)
(ominous music)
(footsteps pattering)
(tense music)
(leaves rustling)
(wind whooshing)
(dramatic music)
(air whooshing)
Pluto?
It can't be.
- Welcome home.
- Who are you?
- Hi, Cassie.
- Stay back. You stop smiling.
Stop smiling!
Stop!
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(head thuds)
(cultist groans)
- Hey, baby.
- Oh, my God, Maya.
(fist thuds)
(sinister music)
- 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.
(tense music)
- 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.
(eerie music)
(choir vocalizing)
Then I met Mother Olive,
and what the (indistinct)
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.
(Maya breathing deeply)
- 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!
(tense music)
You will say anything
to get out of this.
There's nowhere to run.
(eerie music)
- 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!
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
Get off me!
Get off me!
(cultist grunting)
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! (screams)
Please... Don't.
(cultist grunting)
(Cassie grunting)
(tense music swelling)
- Shh.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- [Cult Members] 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!
- [Cult Members] 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 breathing heavily)
- 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! (screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Maya, please. Please,
this isn't you.
That stuff is messing
with your head.
I know you're still in there.
(blood trickling)
Stop it!
- We offer you the lifeblood
so that you may return to us.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
You have done well, child.
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Please stop.
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Right, father.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
(anchor clanging)
- Stop! (breathing heavily)
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
(flames whooshing)
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.
- Brine father has heard us.
He has heard us, children.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- No!
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Soak, soak soak!
- You are returned.
King, father, savior,
protector, brother.
(eerie music)
(choir vocalizing)
I have missed you, brother.
(fire crackling)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Maya breathing heavily)
This time it's forever.
Are you hungry?
Then feed.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(cultist choking)
- Brine father!
(cultist groaning)
(body thuds)
- Maya!
(brine father grunting)
- This is not
supposed to happen!
This is not what was supposed
to happen! (breathes heavily)
- Maya!
(neck snaps)
(Maya gasps)
- I, I don't understand.
- She lied to you.
We need to get out of here.
(chains rattling)
(both breathing heavily)
Come on!
(chains rattling)
(intense music)
- No!
(cultist groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(intense music swells)
(both grunting)
(tense music)
(brine father grunting)
(Melissa coughing)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(door thuds)
(water rushing)
(ominous music)
(energetic music)
(blade tings)
(tense music)
- 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.
(knife slashing)
(body thuds)
(cultist coughing)
(blood sputtering)
(footsteps pattering)
(tense music)
(Cassie screaming)
(both grunting and panting)
- 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? (screams)
(head thuds)
(body thuds)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(tense music swells)
(body thuds)
(cultist breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
(cultist stammering)
(cultist screaming)
(cultist whimpering)
- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!
(dramatic music)
(organs squelching)
(cultist groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
- 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.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Mother Olive screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Cassie stammering)
Tastes like defeat.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Your death is not mine to enjoy.
I'm saving that for him.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Brother!
Brother, she's here!
(spine clunks)
For the sake of the soak,
let's do this together.
Let's finish this.
(Mother Olive gasps)
(dramatic music swells)
(Mother Olive screams)
(blade slashes)
(energetic music)
(dramatic music)
(Cassie screaming)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(dramatic music)
(pipe rattles)
(Brine Father breathing heavily)
(Brine Father screaming)
(knife thuds)
(blood squelches)
(ominous music)
(Brine Father groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(wrist snaps)
(Cassie screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(Brine Father groaning)
(fist thuds)
(gravel crunches)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(blade slashing)
(Brine Father groaning)
- You're a monster.
- I am what I am.
(tense music)
- Anchors away, you bastard.
(Brine Father screaming)
(blood squelches)
(head thudding)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(soft ambient music)
(spade scratching)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(spade patting)
(spade clatters)
I got ya.
I got ya.
(energetic music)
(eerie music)
(wind whooshing)
(crickets chirping)
(leaves rustling)
(tense music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(crickets chirping)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(leaves crunching)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa screaming)
(Melissa grunting)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(Melissa groaning)
(head thuds)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(Melissa groaning)
(footsteps thudding)
(Melissa yelping)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(chains clattering)
(dramatic music)
(Melissa breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(blade tings)
(Melissa screaming)
(blade slashes)
(upbeat menacing music)
(gentle music)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(water rushing)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(ambient music)
(dramatic music)
- 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.
- (scoffs) 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?
- [Paul] That'd be lovely.
(gentle music)
- 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.
(tense music)
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.
(tense music)
- There you go.
- Could've used
you during the war.
I'm glad you were there
for my brother at the end.
(sinister music)
- Popeye. (breathing heavily)
- Does that happen a lot?
- What part?
- Seeing... Talking to people.
At the end.
- Yeah.
Oscar, he was a good man.
- Yeah.
(tense music)
(door clicks)
(birds chirping)
(door thuds)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(gravel crunching)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous music swells)
(gate thuds)
(latch clicking)
(birds chirping)
- Hey, hey baby.
- Hey, Maya.
Bit early for that, isn't it?
- Just finished your shift?
- Yeah.
Last one for a few days. (sighs)
- 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. (chuckles)
- 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.
(handle clicks)
(latch clicks)
(door thuds)
(latch clicking)
(footsteps pattering)
(Cassie sighs)
(Cassie breathing deeply)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(floorboards creaking)
(latch clicks)
(suspenseful music)
(Cassie breathing shakily)
- You left me.
You left me to die!
(Cassie breathing shakily)
(blade slashes)
(blood squelching)
(body thuds)
(tense music)
(Cassie whimpers)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Cassie sighs)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
- [Broadcaster] 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.
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(floorboard creaks)
(tense music)
(Cassie sighs)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps pattering)
(objects clattering)
(tense music)
(water tinkling)
(footsteps pattering)
(water running)
- Nurse? Nurse?
Nurse!
Nurse!
Fuck's sake.
Fuck's sake.
(tense music)
Nurse?
Nurse!
(Paul breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Nurse?
(Paul breathing shakily)
(floorboards creaking)
Hey! No, no!
Get off! No, no!
Get off me!
(groaning) 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! (groaning)
Please stop, stop! Stop!
(tense music)
Stop! Get off me!
No! (groaning)
Get off me! Please!
Please, please stop!
- He's not strong enough.
- Stop, stop.
Stop! Stop it now.
Stop!
Please, please!
(groaning) No!
No, no, what are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Wait, just don't do this
please, please, please!
Please! (groaning)
Get off me!
- [Person In Red] We need her.
She is the key.
(intense music)
- Don't do this!
Please, stop, stop, stop, stop.
No, stop, stop, stop.
Please, please, please,
please, please, please!
(Paul screaming)
(blade slashing)
(Paul groaning)
(Paul coughing)
(Paul groaning)
- [Person In Red] Eat it.
(Paul retching)
(Paul groaning)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(gate thuds)
(box rattling)
(tense music)
- What's that?
(objects thudding)
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. (chuckles) 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.
(gravel crunching)
- 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. (chuckles)
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?
(car door clicks)
(bag rustles)
(car door thuds)
(Cassie coughing)
(bottle rattling)
(car door clicks)
- Babe, this water is minging.
- What?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, it's been
sat there for a while.
- (scoffs) I don't
deserve fresh water? Rude.
(car engine whirring)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
(car door clicks)
- This is it.
(car doors thudding)
(eerie music)
- 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.
(birds squawking)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(footsteps thudding)
Come in.
(step creaking)
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.
- [Maya] This is
Joe, this is Ben.
- Welcome aboard.
(tense music)
(footsteps pattering)
- You okay?
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(grass crunching)
- Life's water, bring
forth your bounty.
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(water trickling)
(cultist breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
- Why am I back here?
(Cassie groaning)
(Cassie screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(footsteps pattering)
(water rushing)
Oil?
(glass clinking)
(glass thuds)
(ominous music)
(footsteps pattering)
(tense music)
(leaves rustling)
(wind whooshing)
(dramatic music)
(air whooshing)
Pluto?
It can't be.
- Welcome home.
- Who are you?
- Hi, Cassie.
- Stay back. You stop smiling.
Stop smiling!
Stop!
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(head thuds)
(cultist groans)
- Hey, baby.
- Oh, my God, Maya.
(fist thuds)
(sinister music)
- 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.
(tense music)
- 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.
(eerie music)
(choir vocalizing)
Then I met Mother Olive,
and what the (indistinct)
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.
(Maya breathing deeply)
- 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!
(tense music)
You will say anything
to get out of this.
There's nowhere to run.
(eerie music)
- 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!
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
Get off me!
Get off me!
(cultist grunting)
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! (screams)
Please... Don't.
(cultist grunting)
(Cassie grunting)
(tense music swelling)
- Shh.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- [Cult Members] 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!
- [Cult Members] 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 breathing heavily)
- 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! (screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Maya, please. Please,
this isn't you.
That stuff is messing
with your head.
I know you're still in there.
(blood trickling)
Stop it!
- We offer you the lifeblood
so that you may return to us.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
You have done well, child.
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Please stop.
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Right, father.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
(anchor clanging)
- Stop! (breathing heavily)
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
(flames whooshing)
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.
- Brine father has heard us.
He has heard us, children.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- No!
- [Cult Members] Soak,
soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
Soak, soak, soak, soak, soak.
- Soak, soak soak!
- You are returned.
King, father, savior,
protector, brother.
(eerie music)
(choir vocalizing)
I have missed you, brother.
(fire crackling)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Maya breathing heavily)
This time it's forever.
Are you hungry?
Then feed.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(cultist choking)
- Brine father!
(cultist groaning)
(body thuds)
- Maya!
(brine father grunting)
- This is not
supposed to happen!
This is not what was supposed
to happen! (breathes heavily)
- Maya!
(neck snaps)
(Maya gasps)
- I, I don't understand.
- She lied to you.
We need to get out of here.
(chains rattling)
(both breathing heavily)
Come on!
(chains rattling)
(intense music)
- No!
(cultist groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(intense music swells)
(both grunting)
(tense music)
(brine father grunting)
(Melissa coughing)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(door thuds)
(water rushing)
(ominous music)
(energetic music)
(blade tings)
(tense music)
- 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.
(knife slashing)
(body thuds)
(cultist coughing)
(blood sputtering)
(footsteps pattering)
(tense music)
(Cassie screaming)
(both grunting and panting)
- 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? (screams)
(head thuds)
(body thuds)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(tense music swells)
(body thuds)
(cultist breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
(cultist stammering)
(cultist screaming)
(cultist whimpering)
- I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry!
(dramatic music)
(organs squelching)
(cultist groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
- 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.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Mother Olive screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(Cassie stammering)
Tastes like defeat.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Your death is not mine to enjoy.
I'm saving that for him.
(Cassie breathing heavily)
Brother!
Brother, she's here!
(spine clunks)
For the sake of the soak,
let's do this together.
Let's finish this.
(Mother Olive gasps)
(dramatic music swells)
(Mother Olive screams)
(blade slashes)
(energetic music)
(dramatic music)
(Cassie screaming)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(dramatic music)
(pipe rattles)
(Brine Father breathing heavily)
(Brine Father screaming)
(knife thuds)
(blood squelches)
(ominous music)
(Brine Father groaning)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(wrist snaps)
(Cassie screaming)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(tense music)
(Brine Father groaning)
(fist thuds)
(gravel crunches)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(intense music)
(blade slashing)
(Brine Father groaning)
- You're a monster.
- I am what I am.
(tense music)
- Anchors away, you bastard.
(Brine Father screaming)
(blood squelches)
(head thudding)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(soft ambient music)
(spade scratching)
(Cassie breathing heavily)
(spade patting)
(spade clatters)
I got ya.
I got ya.
(energetic music)