Back to bed Margot now!
- You heard your father.
-Margot, during your last annual review, you were showing,
continued exceptional mental health, and were just about
to celebrate your 5th wedding anniversary if I remember
rightly? - Yeah, I still can't imagine my life without him.
Have you suffered any relapses over the last 12 months?
- No. Not at all. No more visio.
I can't remember the last time we had an incident.
Talking years. - Margot, tell her the truth.
- It was just a dream. - It's all too common for those
who suffer traumatic childhood experiences. For those symptoms
to reappear.- There's nothing wrong with me. Not anymore.
Recently, an old friend, Douglas, he was in charge of the
estate, he passed away. Well, it starts brings with it
back. - The lost memories. - Well, not just that night, but
entire year. It's like I'm rediscovering this lost part
of my life each night, little by little. - Those long lost
memories of your childhood are never really lost. You maybe
suppress them to spare yourself pain. If we just stop this
downward trajectory, then... - I need to remember. I need to
remember everything. I've run from the truth my entire life,
never believing that I was strong enough to face it.
I was wrong. Now, I'm ready.
I need to know why- why it happ.
Help me remember, please.
- Memories are based
on our senses, sights, sounds. Go back to that house.
Walk around in the shoes of your childhood self for a few days.
It will come flooding back to you. But be careful. You're
showing clear signs of regression. You may add fuel to
a fire we fought so hard to contain. If your mental health
declines Mrs. Richardson, I fear your days at Abingdon
Asylum could be far from over.
- I'm not sure about this.
- I should have done this years.
- This is where you grew up?
You never told me your family were wealthy. - What does it
matter? - Well, what happened to it? The money? I mean, we're
barely making ends meet. - I refuse to accept my inheritance.
- Why? - I'll never take a penny from my father.
- Dad.
- You okay?
Lead the way.
Trust you weren't raised in total darkness.
A countryside not even a single.
So, it was just you, your father, and
Douglas the Butler that lived here, is that right?
- My father's girlfriend, Nancy, would often stay the night too.
- I also had a younger sister.
Her name was Evie.
- You told me you were an only child.
- I tried to keep you away from all of this.
- Sometimes, it feels like I don't even know you.
- Can I take that off you now, please?
It's much better.
I don't know why you insist on wearing it.
- She could scare a child looking through the window.
- Well, let them look. I don't want you hiding away from the
world any longer.
You're beautiful.
Just the way you are.
- This must all be worth a fort.
- We're not selling any of it.
- I just don't understand why you're holding on to
everything if it holds no value to you. I've only just found out
that we have all this money just sitting there and then...
- Please.
- Margot, sure you're alright?
- Yeah. It's just a lot to take.
- Of course.
Look what I found.
You look so happy.
- That was...
- Is that her?
Your sister?
Evie was severely disfigured. She lived a tortured existence.
Nancy took an instant dislike to the both of us.
Evie was a little different. She was the easiest of targets.
- Poor girl.
- This was taken just months be.
- You evre going to tell me what happened that night or
at least what you remember.
- What's the first thing that comes to mind when you look
at my father?
- He looks like a good man?
A loving father.
- We never knew our mother. She
died when we were both really little. It created a special
bond between the 3 of us.
All of that changed
the night Evie was murdered.
- I'm so sorry.
- She suffocated to death, screaming, begging for her life or,
so he told the police.
- They found her killer?
- When they found her body buried in the woods,
they took my father away.
He confessed to everything.
Before I had the opportunity to see him again, he was dead.
The official report said that he was killed by an inmate.
I never got the opportunity to ask him why.
And now, I'll never know.
Open the door.
- Open the door!
Mason!
Get out the way!
- It's okay, I'm here. Breathe.
See you back on the wine.
Why did you lock the door?
- I didn't.
- I can't help you if you lock me out.
and I won't be here to look after you tomorrow night.
- You're still going.
- You don't turn down Henry Hargreaves.
- So you putting him before your wife.
- I can't pass up this opportunity. He's the only publisher
in London that hasn't turned me down.
- You can't just leave me on my own. I'm struggling to...
- Margot, please. This isn't a discussion.
You chose to come here. I can't pass up this opportunity.
I'm leaving tomorrow night.
Good.
Let me take you home. On rout. - He doesn't know where I am.
Can I escape my own thoughts now, can I?
They're only tolerable with you by my side.
- I'll be back with you this time tomorrow. I promise.
- You're just walking away.
- This is the one, Margot.
I'm coming back with a book dea.
I know it.
- Ghost sightings are the byproduct of a tortured mind.
We conjure supernatural images that bring us a sense of closure,
Sometimes comfort.
If left untamed, or brains have the ability to wish our lost
loved ones back to life.
Spirits exist only in the mind.
[Match strikin}
- Just in time. You ready?
- This is the one.
- Thank you for agreeing to see us, Mr. Hargraves.
- I see you have a new client, Ms. Rose.
- The most talented I've ever represented.
- Mason, Mason Richardson. It's a real pleasure to meet you
at last.
- Yes. Yes, it is. Please take a seat.
- Have you had a chance to read Mason's work?
- Yes.
- May I ask what your thoughts ?
- It's a great read, truly.
But I'm afraid it's too much of a gamble for us.
As you know, sales are down year-on-year.
- I do have a revised draft that I'd love to talk to you
about some of the changes that we've made.
- Look, my mind's made up.
- I think passing on this would be a big mistake.
This has everything to be a major hit.
- Except a known name on the front cover.
I can't afford to take another risk on a rookie author.
- You know a good book when you see one.
Sometimes, that's all it takes.
- I'm sorry, Chrissa.
- Thank you for your time.
[Footsteps[
I appreciate everything you've .
This is the end of the road for.
- But you can't just give up.
I know how much you want this.
Let's talk about it over a drin.
- I promised Margot I would head back.
- Just one quick drink.
That's all I'm asking.
Please?
- I'm Sarah and I wish contact to my mother.
- My name is Barton, and I wish to contact my wife.
I lost her many years ago.
I just want to know if she's free of pain.
- And last but not least...
- My name is Margot and I would like to contact
my sister, Evie.
- And what do you want from her?
- Clarity.
I want to know if I'm right in thinking that she's been
the one visiting me, these past few nights or...
- Or you're just losing your marbles.
- Please settle down.
- Let's see if we can get your answer.
Please.
We call upon the spirits of our long lost friends
and loved ones to connect with us here today.
Spirits, let us know you can hear us.
Give us a sign.
A spirit is with us.
Spirit, reveal who in attendance you wih to contact.
What was your wife's name?
- Jessica.
- Jessica? Your husband, Barton,
wishes for a sign that you are no longer in pain.
Please.
She wishes to speak to you.
- How?
Oh.
- Barton.
- Jess?
- Oh Jess, I need to know...
- To know what?
- How long should I let this charade continue?
Show's over folks. And that is all that it is.
A show, Barton.
Barton Bailey.
Mmm-hmm.
- Closed your eyes?
- Yeah, no surprise is there but the candles on the
other hand, are most intriguing.
Very good.
You have been the victims of an
all-too-common con.
You are merely putting all your hard-earned cash
into the pockets of charlatans,
like our friends here, who take great pleasure in lying
to your faces. And may I suggest finding other work something
more in keeping with your incredible talents?
The West End,perhaps.
- You know, you think you're so high and mighty, but we
are giving these people peace.
- You are selling them lies.
- No different to you than Mr. Bailey, hey.
Profiting from deceit, your books are full of lies.
You are no less a fraud.
- There's no signing autographs.
- I'm not interested in any of .
- Well, it won't indulge your ghost stories either.
You'll be lucky to get a smile.
- Sorry to bother you, Mr. Bail.
My name is Margot Richardson.
I've read your book.
I wanted to ask you about my recent encounters.
- The supernatural is not founded in logic or reality,
but pure fantasy. Whatever is plaguing you
will become clear soon enough.
- But things are happening to me
that I can't explain in any other way.
- I need someone with your expertise.
- My expertise?
- The ghost hunter.
- I was once a paranormal investigator but now, I have
turned my attention to more worthwhile endeavors, exposing
those who would profit from the weak-minded, like yourself.
- I'm desperate.
Help me before it's too late. I need to
understand what's happening to me. You're the only one.
- What do you mean too late?
- I'm in danger of being sent a.
- If you truly want answers, may I suggest you try reading
my book again. And this time, with your brain engaged.
- I warned you about him.
Give it a couple of days. If you're still adamant,
see us at this address. I might be persuaded to run a few
tests for the right price. I wouldn't count on it though.
My dad's pretty stubborn.
- Thank you.
- Charlie. - Charlie.
Does my story sound crazy to yo?
- Not exactly.
- Where are you, Mason?
[Eerie soun}
- I told you to stop wearing that horrible thing.
- I need to have it.
- Why?
- The neighbors called me names again.
- I'll have a word with their parents.
- Why do they hate me? They're nice to Margot.
- They don't hate you. They're just ignorant.
If these girls don't see how wonderfully kind,
thoughtful, and funny you are
then Evie, they're not deserving of your friendship.
You don't need anyone who treats you differently,
and who doesn't see what's in h.
No matter what, you will always have your sister and I.
- After one of the shortest murder trials in recent history,
Knightley admitted all the charges against him
and entered no defense.
Butler points finger at abusive Nancy.
- How can you treat Evie this w?
- How dare you speak to me like that? We pay you.
- You have never paid me a penny, Miss. May I remind
you that I was here long before you arrived and will remain
long after you've gone.
How can you treat them both with such contempt?
- They are a constant reminder.
A reminder of what James will never give me.
All I've ever asked of him were children of my own.
- You knew that was never an op.
- How can I be asked to love another woman's children?
I tried. Douglas, I really tried but I can't do it.
I will never love them.
They will forever be what stands in the
way of what I truly want.
My family.
I had a dream last night.
I drowned them both in the rive.
Scariest part was,
it was far from a nightmare.
Apparently Butler Douglas Morrison told police last night
how Nancy Jones, girlfriend of the accused, Sir James Knightley
would often relish any opportunity to punish Evie for reasons
beyond logic.
He recalled out each lash of her belt was made with a smile,
would often lock her in the basement for days on end
whilst their father was away on business.
I have reason to believe Sir James Knightley is covering
for his beloved manipulative Na.
He said.
Was it Nancy, Evie?
- I assume you've not told Margot about us yet.
- I'm waiting for the right tim.
- There is no right time to tell your wife you're leaving her.
- What am I going to do?
Every publisher in town has turned me down.
- It's not your fault.
They can't see great work when it's put in front of them.
- The quality doesn't matter. No one's willing to
take a bet on me.
- Why don't we start our own publishing company?
Stop chasing the approval of these tasteless fools and
put the books in the readers hands ourselves.
- How would we do that?
- Well, I have the connections. We just lack printing investment
We would need significant investment.
- I think I can get hold of the money. I just need time.
- This could be the start to a new life. Just you and I,
Creating the future we've always wanted together.
- Evie?
I need to know who, Evie.
Dad's innocent, isn't he?
Who did this to you?
I know. I know you want me to know the truth.
Go!
- Margot!
Margot!
Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?
I can't help you if you won't talk to me.
- You won't believe me.
- Your visions are getting out of control.
- They aren't visions, Mason. This is real.
- None of this is real.
Margot!
- How do you explain this?
It was Evie.
- Margot.
- I saw her in the attic and then I saw her down here.
- No, you didn't.
- Look what she did to me.
- Enough!
Look, I've tried being patient with you but...
But what?
When I was in London,
I made a call to Dr. Lake.
- Tell me you're lying.
- I'm so worried about you.
- What have you told her?
- I've told her everything.
- You don't understand.
They will stop me from coming home. They'll lock me up.
Why would you do that?
- Because you need help.
- Where are you going?
- I have another book meeting lined up.
- You never said anything about another book meeting.
- Morning.
- I need to speak to Barton.
- To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?
He hasn't had his morning coffet
- I feel like I'm losing my min.
- I know the feeling.
- I didn't come here to be mock.
- I can offer you little else.
- I can't do this alone.
Not anymore.
- Do you know how many times I have had this very conversation?
How many lonely wives, widowers with overactive imaginations
have stepped through that door,
desperate to understand the bumps in the night?
Mmm?
Care to try a guess?
Charlie?
- Well, we've investigated over 200 cases of suspected
supernatural activity.
- And what conclusive evidence did we find to
support their suspicions?
- Nothing.
The media has eroded the minds of an entire nation.
We're all scared,
paranoid,
and seeing things that just aren't there.
Rest assured, whatever it is that's keeping you awake at night,
it is no spirit.
- One night,
that's all I'm asking for.
- Mrs. Richardson...
- Please, you'll never see me a.
I swear.
- Load her up.
- What's wrong?
- Nothing.
This house just looks familiar.
- So, what can you tell us about this supernatural presence,
Mrs. Richardson?
- I've seen a little girl. My sister, Evie.
Every time I've seen her, it's been at 9 minutes past 9
on the dot.
Exact time she died, I believe.
- And she died on these grounds?
- Evie was murdered, Mr. Bailey.
- This is the Knightley murder house, isn't it?
- I'm sorry for your loss.
Your father got what he deserve.
Mrs. Richardson, what's the mat?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
- It was my belief the spirits only show themselves to those
they wish to be seen by which makes our lives rather tricky.
Fortunately, we've got plenty of other ways of detecting
supernatural activity.
- Disbelief.
Where did it come from?
I lost my mother when I was very young. Too young.
But growing up, she'd visit me when I needed her the most.
- You've seen her.
- He thinks I'm crazy for saying so, but I still see her.
Sometimes.
I've seen enough to know that those that died in great pain,
like my mother or Evie,
remain with us somehow.
It's as if their life's work is incomplete.
They still have a purpose,
or reason to communicate with u.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
- Showtime.
Hey it's me.
You alright?
- Your sister is so weird. A tea party?
- What happened to her face?
- Leave her alone.
- Oh, touchy, touchy Margot.
- You said you didn't get along with your sister,
why do you keep on defending he?
- I don't want to make fun of h.
- Does she just play all day, ever day by herself?
- Stop. - She can't have any friends, can she?
- Who would want to be friends with someone who looks like that?
- She's a freak.
- I said stop!
- It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
Look at me, it's me.
It's me.
Are you alright, Margot?
- Have you ever heard sounds like that before?
You believe me now, don't you?
- I always have.
But no doubt my father is conjuring up a logical
explanation as we speak.
- How can he be so blind?
- Somewhere along the line, I realized that
proving the existence of the supernatural would discredit
his life's work.
His books, written to reassure people that they had
nothing to fear about their homes being haunted,
continue to sell in their thous.
Desperate people, they don't think twice about throwing money
around in the search for peace of mind.
He has nothing to gain from proving the truth.
But everything to lose.
Dad!
What's happening?
- Margot.
What's going on?
Who are you? What are you doing here?
- Don't worry, we're leaving.
- You're going to tell me what's going on here.
- What's the point?
- Tell me!
- I hired them to prove that we're not alone here.
- You've actually lost it this time, haven't you?
- If someone had to believe me, it was never going to be you.
- You are seeing things again.
- You're starting to sound like a broken record.
- We all know it. What do you expect me to say?
- I expect you to believe me, to stand by me no matter what.
What!
- You're insane!
You're truly insane! God! Listen to yourself.
Mimi is gone. She's long gone. She's not here.
- You're wrong.
Well then where is she then? Hm?
Where is she?
- She's looking right at you.
- Over here? Over here?
- Mason, please...
No!
- No, well then, where is she n?
- I don't know.
- Well, let's find her then shall we?
Evie!
Come out come out wherever you .
God! What do I have to do to convince you you are sick, Margot!
We're alone. We are completely alone!
I can't take this any longer. - Well, go then.
- Oh, I'm going. - Go back to .
You don't think I know what you've been doing?
You promise.
You promised you wouldn't do it again and
I believed you.
Whatever this is,
whatever this has become,
it's over.
I want a divorce.
- This time, I'm going to make sure they throw away the key.
Are you alright?
- This is undeniable. Look, look
this is gonna change everything.
- Delete the audio file.
We...
Do it!
- You knew this day was coming,.
Margot was right.
She hired you to find out the t.
- Margo didn't hire me.
- And who did?
- I want you to visit the house.
Indulge her little ghost hunt.
And then, when she's proven wrong, I want a written letter,
expressing your concern about her mental state.
- I'm starting to think that it is you that needs
professional help.
- My wife is hiding money from me, a lot of money.
Mmm-hmm.
- Lock her up in the nuthouse.
It all passes over to you.
- I can't let it just sit there any longer.
In exchange for your help,
I'm willing to see that you get your fair share.
Name your price.
- You're being paid to say that she's crazy?
But you've proved she's anything but.
- You'll get your cut.
- Keep it.
I don't want any part of this.
You know, you started this to know the truth,
once and for all.
Because you wanted to help those who had lost
their loved ones like us.
Tell fact from fiction.
To help them.
That's just a distant memory no.
Your lies pay much better, don't they, dad?
What have you become?
- I told you.
I told all of you.
- I can't let you stay here any longer, for your own safety.
- She isn't attached to the hou.
She's attached to me.
How do I end this?
- I'm not convinced we can, not until she gets what she wants.
- She wants me to know the trut.
I'm getting close.
- I fear her true intentions.
Howard is the most sinister.
- What's that?
Your defence.
Holy water?
- We must cleanse this place.
Come on Barton.
No, no, no,no, no.
[Eerie sounds
Aah.
Barton?
Barton, where are you?
Barton!
- Margot.
- Evie.
Was it Nancy, Evie?
I would give anything to go back in time and stop her from
hurting you.
Why are you doing this?
What do you want from me!
Now that I've got your attention. You want me to play
with someone who looks like tha?
- This is why you always have no friends, just like your sister.
You're no fun, Margot.
- I can be.
- Prove it.
- How?
Watch this.
Evie,
we've been thinking, would like to play a game with us?
Perhaps,
hide and seek?
- 1,
2,
3,
4,
5,
6.
- Hide in there.
Trust me.
You want to win the game, don't?
- Let me out.
- Perhaps I will, perhaps I won.
- I can't breathe.
You need to be louder than that.
- I can't hear you.
Evie?
I didn't mean to hurt her.
What's going to happen to me?
- Nothing.
I won't let anything happen to .
Listen to me.
No one must ever find out about this.
From now on, we, we don't talk about it.
It never happened.
I'll take care of this.
This isn't happening
- This isn't real.
This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real.
- But it was real, wasn't it?
I remember.
You died because, because of me.
I'm sorry, Evie.
I'm so, so sorry.
For everything.
But I'm not coming with you.
- Margot!