Previously onChapelwaite...
My husband is missing! What have you done with him?
I assure you, ma'am, I don't know
who or where your husband is.
I'm afraid you'll find few friends in Preacher's Corners.
[Sam] They practically threw a parade
when your cousin hanged himself.
Stephen's daughter, Marcella, meant everything to him.
She fell down the cellar stairs. Broke her back into pieces.
Let's send these new Boones packing
before they inflict their own wickedness on us.
Burn it then.
No!
Where are my shells?
Tane, those were Mom's shells.
If you're playing a game on Loa, it's not--
I didn't take 'em!
I'm a little tired.
[husband] Are you running a fever?
[wife] It's not the illness.
[Fletcher] I didn't see no crappin's, no holes.
Just a couple of dried-up carcasses.
[Charles] Well, we have rats, Mr. Fletcher, I assure you.
[Mrs. Cloris] This is a sad house, Captain.
No Boone has ever been happy here.
[gasps]
There's something inside that you hide from us.
[gasps, groans]
It scares me.
- [man] What happened here? - [Rose] Edward!
[Dr. Guilford] Susan Mallory passed.
[Rose] It was a Boone!
Stephen Boone killed my baby!
Clearly this woman needs help.
- Dig him up! - Prove it.
[Charles] If you all believe this is true,
then there really is no hope for this town.
♪♪♪
[theme music plays]
♪♪♪
[Stephen's voice] Dear Cousin Charles,
By the time you receive this letter
I shall be in my final resting place.
Our fathers went to their graves
as bitter enemies over a property dispute.
I do not wish us the same fate, dear cousin.
I believe your father was swindled by mine.
As restitution for my father's sin,
I bequeath you, Charles Boone,
my sole heir and last blood relation
with all that I own:
namely, a prosperous timber mill
and all its associated acreage,
and lastly, a magnificent ancestral home
we call Chapelwaite.
- Father? - [startles]
Yes?
Are we safe here?
Why do you ask?
The girl who died.
Her mother said she was killed by your cousin Stephen.
[knocking]
Good morning, Mr. Boone.
Good morning.
May I come in?
Of course.
Tane, please go to your room now.
- How's Mrs. Mallory today? - In shock.
Doctor Guilford attended to her last night.
Woman's husband is still missing.
Been three days now.
He hasn't shown up for work.
Is that why you're here?
To look for Edward Mallory?
I came to suggest that you and your family
stay out of Preacher's Corners, even for a few days.
Well, I have a business to run.
People will assume we're hiding.
It'll give the wrong impression, sir.
That may be, but you don't have to, um,
provoke people.
My name provokes them!
My children's skin provokes them!
I don't see much of a choice.
You could go back from where you came.
Might I remind you that you're in my house now.
I'm sure you've heard of my intent to build ships here.
Hm.
In two years, even my detractors will thank me.
Stay on my good side, constable.
I might even have a job for you.
Good day to you, sir.
[door closes]
Your constable thinks I should take my family and leave.
At the very least, to stay out of town for a few days.
Perhaps a day or two away from school might be wise.
We had nothing to do with the death of that little girl.
I know, I'm just... [sighs]
just think maybe to spare the children
some of the mean talk that's bound to follow.
Oh, my children can handle mean talk.
As you wish.
And last night,
I take it you put to rest Rose Mallory's accusation?
Perhaps this will be a difficult day for the children.
Would you escort them to school, please?
Of course.
[insects buzzing, horses neighing]
What was it like growing up here?
Well, it was different than it is now.
When I was younger, we used to run freely.
I played in the woods all the time.
We didn't live with the fear we do nowadays.
Were the people mean to you like they are to us?
Yes and no.
They were unpleasant.
I didn't have many friends when I was your age.
- Why not? - I was a little different.
Kids made fun of me.
Their parents thought I had a big mouth.
- You had opinions. - That no one wanted to hear.
You can't take any of it personally.
People always tear down what they don't understand.
[horse whinnies]
[latch opening]
Captain Boone.
May I come in?
Ask your questions, captain.
I'll do my best to answer them.
You say Stephen hanged himself.
Yes.
And who told you that?
I found the bodies myself.
Both he and his daughter, Marcella.
I found the child first...
...at the foot of those cruel stairs.
She was...
cold and broken.
A pair of scissors pierced her throat.
- I found Stephen next. - [lamp rattles]
- Did you attend their funeral? - There was none.
But there was a viewing.
Phillip put the bodies on display
in the parlor for two days.
The curious came,
but it wasn't to pay respects.
They were happy to see Stephen dead.
Why no funeral?
On the third day when I arrived, the bodies were gone.
Phillip had buried his son and granddaughter
in the family plot.
By then he was a broken man
who rarely left his room.
♪♪♪
One week later...
Phillip gave himself to the sea.
His body was never recovered.
You alone witnessed both their deaths.
No one else.
That's right.
Mrs. Cloris...
I believe you're hiding something.
I believe Stephen is alive.
[Charles grunts]
Last night, you know what I did?
I opened Stephen's grave.
Do you know what I found?
Nothing.
So how do you explain that?
Now,
I was lured here under the pretense of an inheritance.
To what end?
I wouldn't know.
You tell me what you do know!
- Where is Stephen Boone? - I couldn't say.
Oh, I think you could.
I beg you, leave me in peace.
When you see my cousin, you tell him.
You tell him I'm looking for him.
And I will find him.
[indistinct chatter]
[coughing upstairs]
- [weakly] George? - Mary!
- [flames crackling] - Mary?
Mary.
What are you doing?
I was cooking breakfast.
I must've forgotten.
I'm getting Doctor Guilford.
[sighs]
I think you should.
[sighs]
It's the illness, isn't it?
George, I promise I will do
everything in my power to help Mary.
We'll get through this.
We will.
Mary's tough.
Make sure she rests.
Add liver to her diet.
I'll be back tonight to bleed her,
balance the humors.
♪♪♪
Martin.
May I have a moment?
Of course.
They were taken from us far too soon.
Rose Mallory's accusations...
...have the town talking.
[chuckles] That Stephen Boone is alive?
That he's risen from the dead?
I think we can be fairly certain that that is not true.
If our Lord could raise Lazarus,
surely Satan could raise Stephen Boone.
I need to get back to my sermon.
For Susan Mallory's funeral, hm?
May I, uh, see it?
You can hear it tomorrow.
Are the Boones mentioned?
Why would they be?
The child died from the Boone illness.
You need to call it such.
My job is to provide comfort and hope.
Not to spread hate.
The people are frightened. They feel helpless.
Your job, Martin,
is to put a face on that fear so they can fight back.
They need a scapegoat?
They need a devil.
I will have no part of that.
Your own children, my grandchildren,
they were among the first to die from the Boone pox.
My Alice never recovered.
Good day, Sam.
This town needs you to lead with strength.
And conviction.
Would you carry such hate in your heart
if Silence Boone hadn't bought your father's land?
She stole that land from a drunkard.
Deliver God's wrath on the Boones tomorrow.
Martin!
Before it turns on you!
[teacher] I'd like everyone to memorize our 31 states,
and be able to place them on a map.
You should know the capitals too.
[kids snickering]
Is something wrong with the seat I assigned you, Miss Boone?
I couldn't hear you from the back of the room.
She's deaf as well as dark?
That's enough, Mr. Knox!
Today we keep that seat open, in memory of Susan Mallory.
You may take Penny Ashcroft's seat but only till she returns.
Miss Boone.
Go ahead, Miss Boone.
We've been expelled.
There have been complaints.
Parents are concerned you may carry the illness.
Everybody's talking about you and the Boones.
People are afraid, angry.
I don't care what people think.
Finish your writing and be done with Chapelwaite.
Oh! I brought you something.
What are these?
Letters from Father to Phillip Boone.
I found them in the study at Chapelwaite.
Did you read them?
I skimmed them.
Were you aware that he was still working for the Boones
as recently as two years ago?
No, I wasn't.
He could've been here in town on business.
Oh, he had his second family.
Until he abandoned them as well.
[chuckles]
Oh.
Unfair as it is, I think it may be best
if I home-school the children for now.
I'm not accustomed to backing down so easily, Miss Morgan.
Nor I, but it's not us I worry about.
Once the people get to know you and the children
and see that there's nothing to fear,
this animosity will diminish.
Unless there is something to fear.
I believe my cousin Stephen is alive.
He's not.
His grave is empty.
Mr. Boone,
I saw your cousin Stephen dead
along with Marcella at their viewing
in this very room.
Then where's the body?
Does it matter?
Well, perhaps Phillip buried him elsewhere
for fear of grave robbers or desecration.
- I--[screams] - [glass shatters]
- [man outside] Go home! - Down, down, down, down!
[men yelling outside]
Stay away from the windows!
[glass shattering]
Boone!
Come out of that house!
[Charles] Get down!
Go find the children! Honor!
Keep everyone inside.
[indistinct yelling outside]
We're talking to you, Boone!
- Go home! - [indistinct yelling]
- Get out of town! - [gun cocks]
Whoever throws the next rock eats lead.
Drop!
Remove the hoods.
You sons of bitches.
[grunts]
- [laughter] - Not so tough now, eh, Boone?
[grunts, moans]
[indistinct chatter]
[Charles grunts]
[grunts]
Get outta town, Boone!
Take your shit and go!
Nobody wants you here!
Let me give you hand up, Boone, huh?
There we go.
[gunshot]
Get outta here!
Now!
This isn't over, Boone!
[indistinct jeering]
Oh, Charles!
[grunts]
[man gasps]
I'm coming, I'm coming!
[panting]
Thompson!
Mason!
Thompson?
[whip-poor-wills singing]
[grunts]
[blows landing, squelching]
[breathing unsteadily]
[groans, mumbles]
[frightened gasps]
[blood spattering]
♪♪♪
[exhales]
How do you feel?
Trampled by a horse.
I found this in my cupboard.
There are some medicaments in here that might be useful.
Thank you.
May I?
[sighs]
[sucks air through teeth]
[gasps in sympathy]
- Is that all right? - Mm-hmm.
Stephen Boone.
Toxic mercury.
What is "F.I.H."?
Frigate Island Hospital.
Is it close?
Mr. Boone, you do not want to go there.
It's a terrible place.
Why is that?
It's...an asylum.
[Honor] Father! Able is here!
Good morning, Mr. Boone.
Good morning.
What brings you out so early?
It's the mill.
The men haven't shown for work.
There was a young sailor from Brighton!
Who remarked to his girl, "You've a tight one!"
She replied, "Oh, my soul,
"you're in the wrong hole!
There's plenty of room in the right one!"
[men roaring with laughter]
Well, you're new to town, captain,
so I'll fill you in on the rules.
His kind isn't allowed in here.
We won't take long.
[spits]
Are you come down here to buy us a round
with all that Boone money you inherited?
[chortles]
On the contrary.
Well, it's evident that none of you
are concerned with your jobs.
So you're all fired.
Well, that's awfully kind of you
to ride down here and let us know.
Any money that you're owed
will go toward the repair of my windows.
I don't understand.
Listen; don't speak.
Now, I pride myself on honesty.
Now, you believe me when I tell you
that I will kill every one of you...
and I will burn all your homes to the ground
if you attempt any harm against me or my family again.
[stifled laugh] You feel that, boys?
A gust a hot air just swept through the place.
- [glass shatters] - Aah!
- [blow lands] - [grunts]
[grunts]
You sit. Sit!
Thompson, mark my words.
I'm not one to play games.
[spits]
[groaning]
Captain Boone, meet my investor friends from Portland.
They're gonna buy your mill when you leave town
or when it goes out of business.
I'll let your friend over there tell you
how I feel about the matter.
♪♪♪
[Rebecca] The Captain believes that his cousin lives.
By my own eyes and everything I hold true, he is wrong.
But why is that?
How can I be certain?
Is it so inconceivable that the dead might rise?
We acknowledge our soul as separate from the body.
One mortal and bound by time;
the other immortal and bound to nothing.
The immortal soul is that touch of God in each of us.
It knows our maker and His secrets.
I can almost imagine,
as the captain suggests,
how one defiant soul,
one lunatic Stephen Boone,
might violate the natural order,
might will himself back from the grave.
[pounding on metal]
I'm looking for Doctor Frost.
I'm Doctor Frost.
Who are you?
[door closes]
Charles Boone.
Any relation to the Boones of Chapelwaite?
Yes.
Those relations are why I'm here.
Walk with me.
What troubles you, Mr. Boone?
Stephen Boone.
- I'm looking for him. - [distant screaming]
[screaming]
Well, you won't find him here.
He should be six feet beneath the ground.
He should be. He's not.
You opened his grave?
I did.
[groaning]
I'm curious.
What motivated you to exhume your cousin's grave?
Two nights ago, a child died in Preacher's Corners.
The girl's mother swore
that my cousin Stephen was the killer.
So you took it upon yourself
to prove that he was indeed dead.
That's right.
Yet there was no body.
Now, there's been a history of bad blood
within my family for many years.
I'm beginning to believe I've been drawn into it
by my cousin.
He's beginning to turn the town against me.
Mr. Boone, your reasoning follows the pattern
of classic persecution mania.
No, Stephen Boone is alive.
You're treating him yourself.
Toxic mercury.
For mania.
I treated the whole family.
They were each driven mad by the same affliction.
[man] No!
No, no, no!
Ice baths.
Given to reduce manic fits of agitation.
[screaming]
Your Grandmother Silence
suffered terribly from such fits.
I treated her at Chapelwaite.
[screaming continues]
Is it the worms?
You see them, don't you?
The whole family saw them.
An affliction I coined vermiphobia...
an obsessive fear of worms.
Silence, Stephen, and Phillip were all driven mad by them.
They believed they could cure their madness with a book,
a sacred book of forbidden rites or some such nonsense,
but there is no book.
And there's no cure.
I'm not mad, Doctor.
It's hereditary.
The visions will only get worse.
They'll become all-consuming,
leaving nothing left of you.
Check yourself into this place while you can, Mr. Boone,
for your own self and all those around you.
Stephen!
He's not Stephen, dear.
[Charles] Sorry. No.
Stephen!
[sobs] Stephen!
There she blows!
He's going to sound!
In stunsails.
Down topgallants.
Stand by, three boats!
Get those lines ready, Mr. Bones.
Be sure they're fast to the irons.
[flies buzzing]
[horse neighs]
Ahoy there.
Whatcha doin' up there?
Looking for whales.
Better you should look for the book.
What book?
What's your name?
Tane.
What's yours?
[woman chuckles]
I have no name.
Everyone has a name.
Not us.
We renounced ours.
Our God doesn't allow it.
Doesn't allow a Christian name?
[scoffs]
Our god is older than yours.
No arms, no legs, no hands, no feet.
It burrows the earth, hunting for meat.
No nose, no ears.
No eyes, no head.
It squirms in the grave, eating the dead.
Stop it!
No arms, no legs!
No hands, no feet!
It burrows the earth, hunting for meat.
No nose, no ears.
No eyes, no head.
It squirms in the grave, eating the dead!
Stop it! Go away!
Tell your father to find the book!
[screams]
Good evenin', Mr. Boone.
My work is done here.
Crazy as it sounds,
there's not a rat to be found in or around the place.
I trust you, Mr. Fletcher.
Thank you for your help.
You found your necklace.
I told you I didn't take her shells.
Father!
- Evening, Mr. Boone. - Able.
- Father? - Yes?
A strange girl gave me an apple,
and there were worms in it.
She came into the barn,
and she said something about a book.
Worms?
You saw them?
I did.
Did anyone else see this?
Honor?
Loa?
You believe me, don't you?
I do.
I do believe you.
I'm sorry; it's been a long day.
I, uh...
I won't be joining you for dinner.
[receding steps]
Mr. Boone.
Your trip to Frigate Island; did you find anything?
More than I bargained for.
Goodnight, Rebecca.
♪♪♪
Father thinks highly of you.
He's a good man.
I haven't met many like him.
Do you think he misses the ocean?
I think so.
He's more comfortable out there.
What about you?
I like it here.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
[kiss]
I'd better go.
I'm sorry. Did I offend you?
No. Not at all.
Goodnight, Honor.
[crickets chirping]
Stop.
I beg of you. Stop it.
There are no rats.
There are no...
There are no rats!
[scuffling, creaking]
There are no rats.
[loud scuffling]
There are no rats!
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [rattling continues]
- There are no rats! - [axe chopping]
[thumps, Charles shouting]
[ceiling creaks]
[distant shouting, crashes]
What is that?
I'm not sure.
[shouting, grunting]
- [shouts] - [screams]
Charles, no!
Father, what's wrong with you?
Come, children. Everyone upstairs.
[distant chopping, splashes]
[shuddering]
[exhales deeply]
[labored breathing]
[gasps for air]