01x02 - Memento Mori

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In Maine

from my cousin Stephen.

Even has a name:

Chapelwaite.

You must be Charles Boone,

the sea captain?

These are my children.

Is there a Mrs. Boone coming?

My wife passed.

Rebecca Morgan,

you're a writer.

There's only one

good story in town, Mother.

Good day. I hear

you're looking for a governess.

- Who's the little girl?

- Must be Marcella.

Stephen's daughter.

She passed away.

How come you never talk

about your father?

He was a peculiar man.

I'm afraid we have rats.

They're being clever now.

Your family has a reputation,

Mr. Boone.

Stephen was a part of that.

- I would sell the mill and go.

- Well, I have other plans.

Your father

Father was

Phillip Boone's lawyer

and he lived in fear of the man,

I am aware.

We prayed we'd seen

the last Boone.

And why is that?

Some blame Chapelwaite

for the illness in town.

What about you, Edward?

Your little Susan's sick.

Let's send

these new Boones packing.

Burn it then.

Who goes there?

There's something

that you hide from us.

It's coming.

The worm.

It scares me.

You're doing very well.

You're doing very well.

- No!

- Breathe, breathe.

Get it out!

Your baby's breached, Faith.

We don't have much time.

You need to push now!

Come on. That's it. That's it.

Breathe!

Well done, one more.

The baby's coming!

Gentle pushes now.

Gentle.

Little pushes.

Push! Push!

Hello.

- God help us.

- What?

I want to see my baby.

- Please. Let me see her.

- Him.

- It's a boy.

- A boy.

No.

No!

Good morning, Miss Morgan.

Mr. Boone.

You were out early.

I was.

I'm taking Loa to town.

We'll meet you

and the other two at school.

What have you found?

I was admiring your books

and I I came across

these old letters

between my father

and the Boones.

He was their attorney.

Some bear

my father's signature.

You knew he worked

for my uncle and cousin?

I did.

I'm sorry.

I should've mentioned that.

And what was his opinion

of them?

My father was intimidated

by Phillip.

Hmm. I see.

Well, if the letters have

any meaning to you, keep them.

They don't.

My father left

for New York when I was 15

to grow his law practice.

We haven't heard from him since.

Apparently,

he started a second family

and abandoned them as well.

They're yours

if you want them.

Loa?

Daniel.

Daniel.

- Mornin', Rose.

- Mornin'.

Have you seen Edward?

Not since yesterday

at the tavern.

Susan saw him leave

last night with the wagon.

Did he say where he was going?

He didn't say, Rose.

He never came home.

Well, we're on our way

to the mill.

If he's there,

I'll send him home.

Thank you, Daniel.

What'd that damn fool

get himself into, huh?

It's okay.

You can trust me.

How old was your daughter

when she contracted the disease?

She was three.

Our ship's purser

took a bribe,

sent us off with casks

of spoiled beef.

The food wasn't fit for hogs.

No one knows the exact cause

of rickets, Mr. Boone.

Her leg is stronger

than it looks.

I'm going to prescribe

a vitamin rub and elixir.

We've seen doctors

in every port

from here to the Crozets.

They all prescribe some

variation of the same thing.

I was hoping

We're open to anything new.

I'm afraid I don't have

anything like that.

You don't belong here.

Good luck today.

I want to go home.

We are home.

Go on.

There you go.

Okay?

Good morning, Headmaster Fish.

Are you sure about this,

Miss Morgan?

It is a public school.

No birth certificates,

I presume?

No.

Any particular nation

or tribe?

- We were born on ship.

- The Narwhal.

Have you been vaccinated

for smallpox?

- Yes.

- Proof of residency?

Really, Henry?

Children, heed your teachers

and monitors.

Look after each other.

The first day is

always the worst.

Come on.

We lost the twins

two years ago in July.

- To the illness?

- Yes.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

The photo was my wife's idea.

A grim reminder.

As if one could ever forget.

The little girl behind them

- is that Marcella Boone?

- It is.

They were playmates.

Well, Minister,

I have a favor to ask.

I'd like to address

your congregation.

This will be a

A business proposal

for myself and the town.

Uh, I need 10 minutes

of their time.

Well, I can't just

hand you the pulpit.

I know my flock;

They'll crucify us both.

But if you were

to come by an informal event,

like today's social,

I could give you the floor.

- Today?

- Four o'clock.

Would you be ready?

I will be.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Minister, your twins.

Do you believe my family

was responsible in any way

for the illness

that befell yours?

I do not.

Good day.

What is it?

Hey, boy, what is it?

May I help you?

The worm is calling.

Unorganized territory,

Minnesota territory,

California, Mexican Cession,

Oregon territory.

- Very good, Emory.

- Thank you.

Now

Loa Boone.

Will you please show us

where the

Kingdom of Hawaii is?

Loa!

- You tripped her!

- Tane!

Tane! Tane!

Marcus!

That is enough!

Enough.

No!

Emory!

You sit down!

Back to your seat!

Tane!

To your seat!

Marcus, now!

I hate it here.

I won't stay.

You can't leave.

Where would you go?

Loa?

Sorry about what happened

at school.

Are you all right?

I'll speak to

your teacher tomorrow.

Was there any

good part of your day?

Either of you?

All right, we'll go over

your homework after supper.

They say the baby is

grotesque.

It has no eyes.

Be better

it had been stillborn.

A woman who had buried

two of her own

might have more sympathy.

I have sympathy

for the child,

not the mother.

Lord only knows what she's done

to deserve such a burden.

People think it's an omen.

It's not.

Where did she come from?

Why won't she say?

Her constant distress is an act.

Clearly she's not so timid

in the sheets.

You sound just like

your father, Alice.

Faith Pringle is a wh*re.

And whoever

whoever the father is

of that b*stard child

is a coward.

Everybody.

Your attention, please.

Thank you for all this delicious

food and for sharing.

It's such a wonderful way

to remind us

how blessed we all are.

I have a few announcements

to make, but first,

we have a guest who would like

to say a few words.

Mr. Boone?

Please.

Don't let him.

- Is he mad?

- Please! Please.

Please give our guest

the respect of your attention.

Thank you.

Thank you, Minister Burroughs.

And thank you all

for giving me

a moment of your time.

My name is Charles Boone.

I came to Maine with a vision.

I intend to expand production

at the Boone sawmill

and to use its lumber

to build ships

along the Androscoggin.

Within two years, this yard

will produce cargo ships

with a steel hull,

powered by both sail and steam,

faster than any clipper at sea.

Now, what this means

for Preacher's Corners,

and for all of you

is prosperity.

He'll transport

our wealth to his.

That is not true, sir.

Let him speak, Samuel.

I understand there

is a lingering animosity

towards my family.

I can't take responsibility

for their misdeeds,

but I I can give you my word

that no further wrongs will

come from me or my children.

What about the illness?

What new diseases

do these Boones carry?

None, Madame.

- But we need work!

- And I need men.

Please,

don't let old prejudice

impede our shared progress.

I mean to build ships.

I'll pay 50 men top wage

to start this venture with me.

I'll be taking names,

tomorrow noon,

outside the tavern.

Good day. Thank you.

Thank you.

Minister Burroughs.

What brings you out so late?

Oh, I was told that

Faith Pringle had her child.

She did.

Is it true?

It is.

Faith.

It's Mr. Burroughs.

Come in.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

I want to see our child.

It's because of me.

God punished me for the things

I did before we met.

Not my God.

Easy, child.

Easy, easy.

There are other gods, Martin.

It scares me

that something so wicked

could grow inside me.

Oh, never say that.

I know he's not the child

that we envisioned,

but he's ours.

It's God's will

that we be strong.

We have to be.

For him.

We have enough love between us

for this child, don't we?

I do.

So do I.

Then let's leave this place.

I've given birth,

we can go now,

far away

where they won't find me.

You're safe here.

You're wrong, Martin.

You don't know

what they're capable of.

Nothing good will come from

staying in Preacher's Corners.

We'll leave.

I'll take you and our child;

We'll go to California.

Now,

what shall we name him?

Mr. Boone.

Did everything go well?

Yes.

I mean, uh, I made my case.

I feel hopeful.

Oh, that's good.

I was just going

to pour myself a drink.

Thank you.

Much of my life I spent

building fortunes for others.

Whaling is lucrative

for those on top;

It exploits those below.

Especially the whale.

Him most of all.

Yes. Well, hopefully

with this new venture,

there's enough profit

for everyone.

I admire your ideals,

Mr. Boone.

Charles. Please.

It takes purpose

to break the paradigms

that others set for us.

As a woman, I know this well.

Purpose.

And what is yours, Miss Morgan?

I hope to support myself

through writing.

Fiction.

I find power and freedom

in words

that I don't always find

in life.

I haven't traveled the way

you and your children have,

but in my mind,

through invention, I do travel.

I suspected a scribe

in our midst.

Inky hand.

And a taste for whiskey.

We're fortunate to have you,

Miss Morgan.

Rebecca.

To purpose.

Purpose.

Blood calls blood calls

Blood calls blood.

It's coming.

The worm is calling.

Father!

Stay back.

Who's there?

It's a child.

Hello?

Is my papa here?

Is that the girl from town?

It's Susan Mallory.

She must be freezing.

Children, back away!

Back away!

Tane, get a blanket.

Where did she come from?

She must've walked from town.

Susan.

Susan, wake up.

Can you help me find Papa?

Susan!

Where am I?

- Where's Mother?

- You're okay.

I'll take her home.

I know where she lives.

- I'll go.

- It's best if I go alone.

Rebecca, she has the illness.

I know.

I have to get the girl home.

I'll be careful.

Okay.

It's okay.

You are no better than them!

Stay away from my family!

I'm sorry.

I hope Susan feels better.

What have they done

with my husband?!

What happens

to people with the illness?

They typically grow confused,

like the girl last night.

And then they tire,

and become bedridden.

And in some cases

They die?

Yes.

It sounds like consumption.

That's how our mother died.

Where, w-where are my shells?

I don't know.

- Where did you hide them?

- I didn't.

- I don't have 'em.

- I don't believe you.

Tane, those were Mom's shells.

If you're playing a game

on Loa, it's not

I didn't take 'em!

He doesn't have them, Loa.

Sit down and eat.

I can help you look

for them after school.

I'm sure they're around.

Faith, it's Alice Burroughs.

- Mrs. Burroughs.

- Good afternoon, Faith.

May I come in?

Oh, this poor thing.

What kind of a man

abandons a woman

and leaves her

with such a burden?

He's not a burden.

I'm I'm not here

to judge you, Faith.

I want to help.

I appreciate that.

I'm doing fine.

My husband has taken

an interest in your plight.

He's been kind.

As have others.

You shouldn't have

to raise your child alone.

Whoever the father is

must be held responsible

for his part in this.

Women in town talk.

Many are concerned

that it might have been

one of their husbands

who was tempted by your youth.

- It wasn't.

- But it was someone.

I can approach him for you.

Why would you protect

someone who's done this to you?

He doesn't love you, Faith.

My son needs only me.

But thank you for stopping by.

"Whoever conceals their sins

does not prosper,

"but the one who confesses

and renounces them

finds mercy."

What is this?

It's a project

of my own design.

You have leather and steel.

Can you make it?

I'll pay double to have it

done

by day's end, Mister, uh

Joseph. Palmer.

Thank you.

Captain Boone,

that pitch of yours

yesterday at the meeting?

It's what the town needs.

We all know it,

but we lived with Phillip

and Stephen Boone

and we lived with

your grandmother's silence.

You'll find it difficult

to change most minds.

Well

I hope you're wrong,

Mr. Palmer.

How much for the whale iron?

How dare you show your face

in this town!

My daughter is sick

with your illness!

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.

He lured my Susan

to Chapelwaite!

- She's under his spell!

- I did no such thing.

This!

This is the devil's book!

Don't put your names in it!

I am sorry for your troubles,

but I'm conducting

business here.

Don't touch me!

Leave us alone!

Leave us all alone!

Give up, Boone.

- You'll get no men from here.

- No thanks to you.

We don't want

your blood money.

The future of this town

The future of this town

has nothing to do with you.

You're a fool!

The only harm you'll do

is to the people

of Preacher's Corners!

Come on, come on!

- What's this?

- A costume.

For All Hallows' Eve.

I have one also.

We made them with Rebecca.

We're sorry

you had a tough day.

We know you probably don't want

to go back to town tonight,

but maybe we can have

our own celebration here?

We could stage a play.

I'll write a script.

Mm. What do you want to do?

You want to go to town?

Honor, go put your costume on.

Come on.

Hope we get lots of treats!

Loa.

The others are dressing

for Hallow's Eve.

I was thinking of you today.

I have something here

that I hope will

brighten your spirits.

I designed this for you.

May I?

It's lighter

with leather at the knee.

I think you'll find it

easier to maneuver.

Well, what do you think?

I hear there's a bit

of walking involved tonight.

It would be a fine chance

to try it.

Good

They're crawling out

of the woodwork, Mary.

Streets are filled

with all kinds of monsters.

You ready?

I'm a little tired.

I think I'll stay home.

Mm, why are you tired?

I've been working all day.

Are you running a fever?

It's not the illness.

- Mary

- I'm fine.

Now go protect the town from

all those ghosts and goblins.

Why do they give out

treats and money?

It's payment.

We're supposed to pray

for their departed loved ones

in exchange.

No one does.

It's all about the treats.

Can we try?

Yeah. Well, Honor, take

your sister and brother.

Don't forget my mother's

boarding house.

She gives out chocolates.

Watch them!

She's moving much better.

I wish I was able

to mend her feelings

as well as her leg.

Her heart is broken.

I was about her age

when my father left us.

Loa just needs to know

that her feelings are normal,

and that you love her,

and that she's safe.

May we have a treat?

I'm sorry.

You'll have to move along.

Go on now.

We'll try next door.

Did we do something wrong?

I didn't know these people

were capable of fun.

Well, don't let them beat you.

You have good ideas

for this town,

even if they think

you might be crazy.

Why do they think that?

Well, anyone who spends time

in Chapelwaite

is either a lunatic or

runs the risk of becoming one.

It's just a rumor,

Mr. Boone.

I mean, isn't that

what ambitions are:

A form of madness?

Isn't a sliver of lunacy

what it takes

to dream beyond

the realm of the ordinary?

I suppose you're right.

- Thank you.

- There you are.

Thank you.

- Stop it!

- That'll lighten you up!

Let go of me!

You want to apologize

to these people?

I ain't apologizin'

for shite, darkie.

My pa says

I'm gonna get my pa.

He's gonna fix

you filthy Boones!

Do all you sailors

punch that hard?

Do all you farm boys

fall that easy?

Able.

I work for your father.

Is Papa here?

No, sweetheart.

He'll be here soon.

Stephen will bring him.

I'm sure he will.

Stephen?

We have to wait.

Here they come.

That's him at the window.

Let him in, Mama.

Papa's here

with my friend Stephen.

She's dead!

My girl is dead!

My baby is gone!

God have mercy.

Where's my husband?

Edward!

Edward!

Find the children.

Get them somewhere safe.

- What happened here?

- Edward!

Susan Mallory passed.

It was a Boone!

Stephen Boone k*lled my baby!

Rose, please. Stephen Boone's

been dead over a year.

He's back!

It was Stephen Boone!

- She said so herself.

- She never said that.

The child was delirious.

She saw him!

Stephen Boone!

- Clearly this woman needs help.

- Dig him up!

Enough now!

This is insanity.

- Prove it.

- I see you, sir.

I see what you're doing here.

Stephen Boone lives!

We all know what they did!

The Boones made an unholy pact

for that house and land.

They're all cursed!

And we are too!

If you all believe

this is true,

then there really is

no hope for this town.

On my life,

you will never know peace!

On

Go home.

Hallows' Eve is over.

George?

George?

Everyone in the house.

Are you all right,

Mr. Boone?

Rebecca, put the children

to bed straight away.

- Father!

- Do as you're told.

Come on.

Everyone to their rooms.

You heard your father.

You want peace?

You want to see if he lies

where he should?

My God.

On your life,

I swear I'll drag

the son of a b*tch

down Main Street and plant him

on the church steps.