Possession (2026) s01e02 Episode Script

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The following programme
contains adult themes.
ALAN: Alfred disinherited Oliver
and left everything
to some Jamaican national.
Cudjoe East.
If it was just this place
he wanted, he'd be welcome to it.
He'd be doing me a favour.
ANGELO: You know Hope Hill
was a sugar plantation?
CALUDIA: I had some idea.
Does he frighten you?
No.
FLORA: He may be your father,
but I am your mother's mother.
And you're just as black as me.
(INDISTINCT CLAMOURING)
Get up!
ANGELO: Juju. Protection.
(EERIE WHOOSHING)
So if you see it, don't touch it.
You opened the trunk!
Yeah?
You're not safe!
GEORGE:
You're not going to believe this.
Cudjoe East
just walked into my office.
(HAUNTING MUSIC)
(CARS HONKING)
(STREET BUSTLE)
This what you do?
Sorry?
What did you do to Angelo?
I I I don't understand.
He was lynched.
The day you arrived.
Hang on.
What? I had nothing to do with that.
Mr East. I'm sorry to be
the one to tell you this,
but Mr Corey took his own life.
He was murdered.
Where are you getting
this information?
Me know! And you
Woah! Hey! Listen!
Hey, hey.
There is nothing sinister
going on here, OK?
I'd be very happy
to put you in touch with the police
and the coroner
to put your mind at rest.
But we're not here
to talk about Angelo.
We're here to talk about
Alfred's will
and Oliver's inheritance.
We don't have nothing
to talk about.
You're not getting it back.
Ever.
Move out of my way.
(SUCKS TEETH)
(DOOR OPENS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY
(UNDERBREATH) Fuck's sake.
(MUSIC SOFTENS)
(TYRES SQUEAL)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
Hey! Hey!
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
When I look at where
I'm coming from
Looking back at where
The journey begun
I really haffi say
That I'm strong, I'm strong
All praises to the most high one
Can I tell you
Where I'm coming from
Looking back at where
The journey begun
I really haffi say
That I'm strong, I'm strong
All praises
High
To the most high. ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS CONTENTEDLY)
(COCKEREL CROWING)
Mr O'Connell says
they were hiding in the thicket.
I heard voices
and followed dem yonder.
There were others?
Aye.
But I was not among them.
I swear it.
He will say anything to remain fa
Hold your tongue!
(DISTANT INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORSE WHINNIES)
I'm old, Matthew.
I was hoping on my retirement
you might oversee the day-to-day
running of Hope Hill.
As a freeman.
I would extend the privilege
to your wife and daughter.
(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)
And that would require regulation
and a firm hand, right?
Aye, sir.
I'm afraid someone must be
held responsible.
You can trust I'll be fair.
It was Flora, wasn't it?
But
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS) I
(OMINOUS MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
He He thinks
that I killed Angelo.
He doesn't.
It's a tactic to get out
of talking about the will.
He seems quite convinced.
Angelo said that Alfred and Cudjoe
met to discuss your family history.
Why would they do that?
He's no relation to you.
Unless he's pretending to be.
Why would he do that?
To make Alfred change his will.
I got a picture of his number plate.
Do you know anyone who can trace it?
I have a contact
with the local police.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
We got this, OK?
Everything's gonna be fine.
Couldn't get a hold of her.
You're more than welcome
to give it a try.
I'll take you
to the station if you want?
It's alright.
You haven't got a car.
(CHUCKLES) I'll sort it.
(OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(MUSIC FADES, ENDS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi, I'm looking for Patsy Dawkins?
Let her through.
(DOOR BUZZES)
Hi, Patsy. I'm Claudia McKenzie.
I work with George Delal.
We were wondering
if you could run a plate for us?
We really need to track him down.
If there's a crime
you'd like to report,
I can organise an interview.
A man died today.
At Hope Hill.
I'm aware.
I knew him.
Are you suggesting that the man
driving this car was involved?
I think he may have been. Yes.
In a suicide?
I don't know how it works
in England,
but we don't run traces for anybody
who walks in off the street.
If George wants to speak to me,
he has my number.
Send him my regards.
(SUCKS TEETH)
(SIGHS SOFTLY)
(DOOR BUZZES)
(DESPONDENT MUSIC)
Hello. Is it possible
to speak to Cudjoe East, please?
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Who's this?
We've been in touch with Cudjoe
regarding a shipment?
(IN PATOIS)
Cudjoe no really work here.
I'm just supply with sometime.
(SIGHS)
Sorry, there's obviously been
some uh, mistake our end.
If you could just put me
in touch with him,
I'll get it ironed out.
I don't really have him details.
Hey, when you last see Cudjoe?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
He might be selling at the
Jonkunnoo Festival tomorrow.
Where would that be, sorry?
("YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG" PLAYS)
You and I
Are just like a couple of tots
Running across the meadow
(SIGHS SHARPLY)
Picking up lots of forget-me-nots
You make me feel so young
You make me feel
There are songs to be sung
Bells to be rung
(DRAW CLATTERING)
(WOOD CREAKING)
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
'Cause you make me feel
So young. ♪
(SONG ENDS)
("THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM
AT OUR HOUSE" PLAYS)
Shining up and welcome
On the door!
Dear friends the next time
You find yourselves in
(OMINOUS MUSIC RISES)
Try a sample of our hospitality
There's always room at our house
To share a smile or two
There's always room
Enough, dear friends
(LIPS SMACK)
(OMINOUS MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(MUSIC DISTORTS, SLOWS)
(SLOW, DISTORTED)
There's always room at our house
(NORMAL) # When every room
Is full of happy hearts
You really don't have to phone
Because we're mostly at home. ♪
1CDon: 9 Lives ♪
("9 LIVES CONTINUES DISTANTLY)
TOM: You found a dead body.
You can't just carry on working.
CLAUDIA: Honestly, Dad,
I don't wanna think about it.
I'd rather focus on the job.
I don't like you
being there on your own.
It's a third world country, Claudia.
Who's Mercy?
What d'ya mean?
When we spoke the other day,
you asked if I was with Mercy.
Are you still there?
Uh, she's your mother's sister.
Oh right. I wasn't sure.
(SIGHS) Look, I I dunno.
Your mum always said
she was bad news,
involved in gangs and that.
I never got on with her anyway.
I I just jumped to conclusions.
It's (SIGHS) Forget about it.
Mercy Stevens, Port Royal, Jamaica.
DIANA KING: Shy Guy ♪
Oh, Lord, have mercy, mercy, mercy
Di man dem in a di
Party, party, party
Di ole a dem sexy, sexy, sexy
Watch dem just a
Follow me, follow me, follow me. ♪
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SIRENS WAILING DISTANTLY)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC BUILDS)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
ANGELO: You opened the trunk!
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
(OTHERWORLDLY WHISPERING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
WOMAN: (SOFTLY) It burns.
(SHRIEKS) It burns!
(GASPING)
(PANTING)
(FOGHORN BLARING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CAR HORNS HONKING OUTSIDE)
(CAR HORNS HONKING)
(FOGHORN BLARES)
ST THOMAS KUMINA DRUMMERS
COLLECTIVE: Drumtalk ♪
(LIVELY HUBBUB)
(YELLS)
(CHILDREN SCREAM)
(VENDORS CALLING OUT)
WOMAN: Over here, pepper shrimp!
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
A Cudjoe East?
D'you know Cudjoe East?
Repeat?
Cudjoe East?
Oh, no, I'm sorry.
No.
Can I give you my card?
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
Do you mind if I give you my card
in case you do see him?
Yeah, man. Alright, Madam.
(VENDORS CALLING OUT)
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
("DRUMTALK" CONTINUES)
(HUFFING MENACINGLY)
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
(GROWLS)
Excuse me! Excuse me!
Sorry! Excuse me!
(SCREECHES)
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
(SINISTER MUSIC OVERLAPS)
(CACKLES)
(LIVELY HUBBUB CONTINUES)
(CACKLES)
("DRUMTALK" CONTINUES)
You can't keep running away from me.
(DRUMMING CONTINUES)
You're alone?
(DRUMMING STOPS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
EQUIKNOXX MUSIC: Fly Away ♪
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
Alfred said he wanted to
"right the wrongs of the past."
What do you think that meant?
His ancestors
enslaved Africans for profit.
He was repaying a debt.
So this is reparations?
Yes.
(SPEAKING PATOIS)
So why were the
reparations made to you?
This is a fifty-million-pound
inheritance.
A lot of people
are descended from slaves.
Why were they reserved
for you in particular?
Because I was one of them.
(SCOFFS LIGHTLY)
So am I, presumably.
Not a descendant.
Enslaved.
I was born on Hope Hill Plantation,
I am 292 years old.
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(LAUGHS)
Why he gave it to me
is because it was owed to me.
It is owed to my people.
And when mi get it,
I'm gonna give it back to them.
You know most of the family's assets
were procured in the '80s?
You might be able to trace
a very small fraction of that wealth
back to the period
you're talking about,
but it's a nominal amount.
I was property.
There is no no nominal amount.
You see what happened to Angelo?
Huh?
That is what they do.
(SIGHS)
They been doing it for 400 years,
because in their eyes
a Black man is an object.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Possession.
And he has no value beyond that.
We've been over this.
- Angelo took his own life.
Nah, nah, nah, nah. No, no.
- Yes!
You are wrong!
Yes, he did. And I know he did
because I'm the one who found him!
I can see this is hard for you.
It's not exactly easy for me either.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry you lost your friend.
But you can't blame Oliver for that.
You're mix, right?
What?
What is your mix?
Um, white British
and Black Caribbean.
Where in the Caribbean?
Here.
Which part?
Where in Jamaica?
Which parish?
(SIGHS)
What is your family's name?
When was the last time
you fuck a Black man?
Fuck you.
(LAUGHS)
You know nothing about me.
You know
what is a zombi?
Yeah.
(IN PATOIS)
No, mi talk real, real zombie.
It's a puppet.
Can't rest,
can't die.
Can't be at peace
until him white massa allow it.
He'll work and he'll work
and he'll work.
Picking and cutting
and picking and cutting.
Long after his body
shrivelled up dead.
Hmm.
I'm going to tell you this
for your own good.
Do not play with things
you do not understand.
Stay away from that family.
And stay away from that house.
Have a good day.
Me donkey want water
Hold him Joe
Better rock for your daughter
Hold him Joe
Them says she name Carter
Hold him Joe
What a pretty, pretty daughter
Hold him Joe
(LAUGHS)
I saw the chicken follow the hen
Hold him Joe
I saw the woman follow the man
Said she name Carter
Hold him Joe
Oh what a pretty, pretty daughter
Hold him Joe
(LAUGHS)
Hold him Joe
Hold him Joe
Hold him Joe
Don't you let him go
Hold him Joe ♪
(WHISPERS) Sarah!
Abigail, come. Abi!
Flora, who was with you last night?
T'was I.
You and who else?
Only I.
Very well.
A liar has no need of a tongue.
Mr O'Connell.
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(KNIFE ZINGS)
O'CONNELL: Hold her steady.
(FLY BUZZING)
Ow!
Get on with it.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(SLICING)
(FLORA PANTING, SCREAMS)
OLIVER: Are you sure he wasn't
just being figurative?
He said he was 300 years old
and your ancestors enslaved him.
Oh.
Alright, here's your order.
Thanks.
Perhaps I should issue
a formal apology.
He wasn't making an ethical point.
He's batshit.
Listen, if your father
changed his will
because he thought that man is
WAS a slave,
then he was misled.
But he wouldn't have believed it.
I mean, he wasn't stupid.
Yes, but he was elderly.
Frail.
Cudjoe's got a lot to gain.
What if your dad
was coerced to change his will?
What's that?
That is a letter
from the British government
to my seventh great-grandfather,
written in 1838.
(READS) "Formerly property
of Charlotte Connaught,
to the value of 30 pounds each,
equalling an agreed sum total
of 10 thousand pounds
to the surviving beneficiary
and current owner."
After emancipation,
slave owning families
were compensated
for loss of earnings.
The slave owners or the slaves?
The owners.
Every slave owner
in the British Caribbean.
The British government
paid out 20 million.
They had to take out a loan,
and the British tax payers only
finished paying it back
in 2015.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Are you sure?
Look it up.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Where did you get this?
It was in his study, locked in
a drawer with handling gloves.
Which tells me that
it was important to him.
That That he cared about it.
But you said he wasn't
interested in reparations.
Right.
Unless someone changed his mind.
(EERIE MUSIC BUILDS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
What's all this? Back to the field!
Move! Go on!
(GRUNTS)
(TENSE, EERIE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HISSES EERILY)
(SOFTLY) Witch.
(HISSES)
(MAN COUGHING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Did you say he was bitten?
Aye. A mosquito.
It isn't a bite.
It is a cancer of the tongue.
You must bleed the cysts every day.
How long?
A week, at best.
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(MAN GROANS DISTANTLY)
(COUGHING)
(SOFTLY) Good evening.
(NORMAL) Good evening.
(COUGHING CONTINUES)
(WHEEZING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GROANS)
(TENSE, SOLEMN MUSIC)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(COUGHING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
How can I help you, Mr O'Connell?
The nag whose tongue was cut
she lives.
Oh.
The vein was severed, was it not?
Aye. And yet
she lives in good health.
I see.
Miss.
I've heard say
that she is a witch.
They say she cursed your father
and brought about his affliction.
Do they alone say it?
Or do you say it also?
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(OTHERWORLDLY WHISPERING)
(EERIE WHISPERING CONTINUES)
(FOGHORN BLARES DISTANTLY)
(BIRDS CALLING)
(GENTLE MUSIC)
(PHONE CHIMES)
(PHONE CHIMES)
(MUSIC TURNS TENSE)
(PHONE CHIMES)
(PHONE THUDS)
(PHONE BUZZING)
(TUTS)
(SIGHS)
(PHONE ON LOUD SPEAKER)
Hello?
Hello?
OLIVER: Oh, sorry.
Did I wake you up?
Yeah. (SIGHS)
What's wrong? Where are you?
I'm at the house. I can't sleep.
Look, the things in the house,
who do they belong to?
What do you mean? Like furniture?
No, I mean my dad's
personal belongings.
What's this about? Are you OK?
Not really.
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDS)
Hm.
I hate this bloody house.
Just wanna go home.
(EERIE SCREAM ON PHONE)
(EERIE WHISPER) Take me with you.
Hello?
(LINE BEEPS, DISCONNECTS)
Oliver?
please record your message.
(SIGHS)
At the tone,
please record your message.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
When you have finished recording,
you may hang up
or press one for more options.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Fuck's sake!
Claudia?
Mercy?!
(LIFT BELL DINGS)
(IN PATOIS) Can I have a brandy.
And you?
Uh, no thanks.
You say you're here for work?
Yeah.
What you do?
Law. And you?
I'm a priestess.
I advise in spiritual matters.
I have a balm yard in Port Royal.
I can show you if you want.
I'll message you.
You look like her.
With respect,
I didn't give you my address.
I'd like to know how you found me.
Your mother told me.
I have to go.
(GRUNTS, WINCES)
You tink anyting
(TENSE, SINISTER MUSIC)
happen without
your ancestors' knowledge?
Without their authority?
You left your location tag on.
(MUSIC FADES, ENDS)
(CHUCKLES)
You're sick.
It's a joke, man!
Sheesh! Lighten up.
What do you want?
I want to have a drink
with my niece.
Claudia. Claudia!
That dream?
It happened for a reason.
Them are reach out to you.
Your ancestors
are reach out to you.
(GROANING)
I
It's alright.
Matthew.
(DISTANTLY) Matthew!
Matthew!
(SHOUTS) Matthew!
I want my son!
Keep still, Father.
Matthew!
(GROANING) Matthew!
(GROANS)
Matthew!
(BLOOD SQUELCHING)
(MUSIC SWELLS)
(WHEEZES) Matth
(MUSIC SUBSIDES)
(EXHALES)
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
(HORN BEEPS)
(TENSE, SINISTER MUSIC)
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYS)
Veggie meal.
NEWSREADER: (ON RADIO)
The coroner has confirmed the death
of St. Ann's resident,
Angelo Corey, as a suicide.
Mr Corey's body was found
at Hope Hill House, St. Ann's,
home of the late business tycoon,
Alfred Connaught.
Corey was a loved community leader
and reparations activist.
If you, or anyone you know,
is suffering from suicidal thoughts,
please contact the suicide
prevention hotline at
Brother, you left the food!
(TENSE, SINISTER MUSIC)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(TYRES SQUEAL)
Investment?
Aye.
His pockets were far deeper
than any of us gave him credit for.
And it is all left to me?
Is the name
Matthew Desfriene familiar to you?
Your father expressed
a wish for him
to run the plantation as a freeman,
with a stipend of 100 pounds a year.
Not so unusual nowadays.
No, I know several examples of
planters leaving generous endowments
to their coloured child
Matthew Desfriene is a slave!
He's not a member of my family and
he has no legal right to property.
How did it happen?
The rebels made their advance.
Crops set alight, soil scorched.
My house destroyed.
None of it salvageable.
I am so sorry.
Aye.
I do not say this to frighten you.
Tacky may be dead,
but he inspired revolt
all across the island.
I do not know when we will
see an end to this.
You said it yourself;
your slaves are
unbiddable.
I worry about you.
Here. On your own.
I am set to return to Bristol.
And I would counsel you
to do the same,
where it is safer.
Stamp out this mutiny.
Leave your overseers
to administrate the estate
and then come with me.
As my wife.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
There's cake in the pantry.
Do you know where that is?
It's alright.
Go on!
(DOG BARKING)
There has been a new edict
by our King in England,
making it my duty to arrest those
who impose the minds
of others to rebellion
using the practice of Obeah.
Matthew.
You will be escorted to county jail
where you will face
the appropriate punishment.
I am no Obeahman.
Do not affront me!
You would have us believe this old
Black hag is the witch in our midst.
But I see you.
I saw how you hissed
in my father's ear.
Where's
Where's my daughter, miss?
You took him from me.
(SHOUTS) Abi?! Abi?!
She is my property to do with
as I please. I've sold her.
No!
Sarah!
(TENSE MUSIC)
Oh, Jesus.
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
What are you waiting for, man?
Shoot her!
(FLORA SCREAMS)
(FLORA SCREAMS)
(BUZZING)
(BUZZING INTENSIFIES)
(BUZZING)
(MUSIC DARKENS)
(CHARLOTTE SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
(TENSE, DRAMATIC BEAT)
(CAR RUMBLING)
(WILDLIFE CHITTERING)
(DARK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
I'm going to lose everything.
Look. There's no reason
we can't figure this out remotely.
We have a good case.
We can fight this.
Stay in a hotel tonight.
It'll be fine.
Do you think I'm a pussy?
Absolutely not!
Maybe a teeny-weeny bit.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
Ah.
OK. Thank you.
(SOFTLY) OK.
I won't be a second. I'll just
(CLEARS THROAT)
(FOOTSTEPS DEPART)
(TENSE, SINISTER MUSIC)
Hm.
OK. (CLEARS THROAT)
(DOOR RATTLES)
Did you lock it?
No.
(DOOR RATTLES)
It's stuck.
What?
(BAG AND KEYS THUD)
(DOOR RATTLES)
(DOOR RATTLES)
It's not locked.
(DOOR RATTLES)
(GROANS)
(EERIE WHOOSH)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
Fucking hell.
Argh!
Shit!
(GROANING)
Wait!
OW! Fuck!
Ahh! (EXHALES)
(THUD)
(THUDDING)
(EERIE WHISPERING)
(SUCKS TEETH) Mmm.
(WINCES)
Just keep your hand
under there
Mm-hm.
for a minute.
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR RATTLES)
(DOOR RATTLES)
Keep it under the tap.
Oh.
(DOOR RATTLES)
(SIGHS)
What the hell is going on?
(LOCK CLICKING, DOOR RATTLING)
Oh, shit!
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
(SIGHS) My phone's in the car.
Where's your landline?
It's on the wall over there.
(SIGHS)
(SOFTLY) Shit.
(EXHALES)
The line's down.
What?
(TAP SQUEAKS, WATER STOPS)
It was working earlier.
I called you on it.
(PHONE CLATTERS INTO CRADLE)
(WINDOW RATTLES)
Can we break a window?
Yeah. Hang on.
(METAL CLANGS)
Here.
Watch out. Watch out.
Let me try.
No! I've got it!
(WOOD CREAKING)
(CLATTERS)
(SINISTER MUSIC)
(OTHERWORLDLY WHISPERING)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
There's someone out there.
What?
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
Is that Cudjoe?
How long has he been there?
I don't know.
Has he been in here?
I don't know.
I mean, this is the first time
I've seen him.
He's fucking with us.
What d'you mean?
I mean, he's locked
the doors or something.
They're not locked.
You could force a locked door.
This is different.
This is This is
This is too sophisticated
to be a prank.
Then what?
I think he wants to hurt me.
(DOOR SQUEAKS, THUDS)
Maybe he turned off the power?
It happened earlier.
Electricity keeps going out.
Can we fix it?
I don't know.
(SIGHING)
So, um, we had a few
housekeepers when I was a kid.
Like Angelo, I suppose.
They just looked after
the place while we were away.
And most of them were lovely,
but there was this one.
Sabrine. She was, um
Well, I dunno what sort of person
gets off on scaring kids,
but she said she could
speak to ghosts.
That my family were evil.
And that I had the devil in me.
(SWITCHES CLICKING)
Obeah stuff, you know.
It was It was pretty fucked up.
Didn't you tell your dad?
I didn't think he'd believe me.
Jesus!
(GASPS)
Fuck! (SHOUTS) FUCK!
(CLATTERING)
Calm down. OK?
Yeah. Sorry.
It's just a power-cut.
Yeah.
We're OK.
Yeah.
What's he doing in there?
He's just trying to scare us.
And if you have your face
pressed up to the window,
you're giving him
exactly what he wants.
What is Obeah, anyway?
It's like voodoo.
(FOREBODING MUSIC)
(GLASS CLINKS)
What are you doing?
Sabrine used to do this
whenever she felt
"bad energy."
That woman got through
a lot of salt.
And rum, funnily enough.
Come on.
(CHUCKLES)
You saw the Nine Night.
You know how they are
about spirits and curses.
Who are?
Oh, come on.
This is a plantation house.
My ancestors owned slaves.
That was a long time ago.
And he's not a wizard.
(CHUCKLES)
He's a chancer,
who's landed a lot of money
that he doesn't wanna give up.
That's it.
I'm not thinking straight, am I?
It's OK.
It's understandable.
You're so nice.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
No, you No, you are.
Really. It's
It's nice to talk to someone
who isn't riddled with issues.
My ex-wife's nuts and
my father obviously hated me.
You don't know that.
I-I-It's Reggie
I worry about the most.
I mean, I know no family
is normal, but
Jesus Christ.
He deserves at least one
nice, normal parent.
Shall we get married?
(TENDER MUSIC)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Wasn't that funny.
OK. Sorry.
(LAUGHS)
(OTHERWORLDLY SCREAM)
(GROANING)
(PANTING HEAVILY)