No.
Oh.
Hmm, hmm.
Be not not dismayed,
for I am your God.
And what will separate us
from the love of Christ?
Will it be hardship, distress,
persecution, famine,
nakedness, peril, or sword?
No. Although we say
goodbye to Bruce,
it is God who worked
through him
to be spared from evil.
What is a man but the
sum of his actions?
My father...
Eased pain,
fought disease.
He imagined a world
without suffering,
but in the end, suffering
finds us all.
No one's exempt.
And unfortunately,
for my family,
this time we must suffer.
Rest in peace, Dad.
Despite Susan
Wendolyn's claims
that her late husband's
funeral
would be the most attended
in history,
it appears that only family
members were in attendance.
And allegedly, Susan Wendolyn
attempted to pay
out of work actors and
models to attend.
Great, I'm a laughing stock.
That's old news, sweetheart.
Hey, shh, shh, shh.
This footage was
posted half an hour ago
by Kate Wendolyn
on her TikTok.
What is a man but the
sum of his actions?
What?
Sharing is a part of the
grieving process.
It's science.
Kate, could I please
see your phone?
Um... No.
Give me your f*cking phone.
Don't speak to her like that.
I hope I'm
not interrupting.
No, please, Ben. By all means.
Typically, fireworks come
after the will is read.
There's been a lot to sort
through with the recent
home sales, settlements,
lawsuits, bankruptcy.
Hmm.
The last of the family's assets,
the Greenwich Estate,
will be placed in a trust.
Susan, Randy, Walker,
Kate, and Henry...
What?
Will all receive equal
shares in the home.
No, no.
This is not legitimate.
You can always contest
the will in court, Susan.
Ben.
Everyone knows I made this home.
I designed it, I decorated it.
The only thing you did to
this home was wreck it.
You said Henry
wouldn't get anything.
You said I was bred better.
Who the f*ck are you to
talk? Your mom's from Florida.
Palm Beach, as*h*le.
West Palm Beach. It might as
well be Disney World.
You know, another lie from you
and I will have you thrown out
of this house.
According to the law,
you can't do that. Right?
Not legally, at least.
Who gives a sh*t anyway?
All of our money
is tied up in this stupid house.
I'm going to have to
get a real job.
You could be a fluffer.
Hmm. So could Kate.
Mommy, what's a fluffer?
Siri, what's a fluffer?
Just get the book
done already.
I can do that, Mark.
It's what the world
wants, Henry.
Alright.
Trust me.
Bye.
Henry!
Burn it!
Burn it all!
Sir.
Welcome home, sir.
Good to see you, Coleman.
Got something for you.
Father had it with him
when he passed.
I don't know what to make of it,
but you might.
I don't know about you guys,
but I miss Mom.
I can't believe we're
a bunch of orphans.
I always thought you'd make
a good Oliver Twist.
Please, sir, may I have
some more?
Oh.
Nice of Dad to leave me his
f*cking mess to clean up.
Hey.
At least we still have
Susan and Kate.
You joke, but it's not funny.
It's kind of funny.
Mm-mmm. Think about it, boys.
Susan did something to him.
Bruce Wendolyn would
never off himself.
Dad couldn't take the heat.
Think about it.
Dad was buried in a frigging
avalanche in the Alps.
The psycho clawed his way out,
and the next day,
he's heli-skiing
and crushing fondue.
Hmm.
People change.
Okay, well, I'm not sticking
around long enough
to find out anyway.
I'm packing my bags, and heading
to New York City, baby.
No way, you gotta stay.
f*ck you, b*tch. No, I'm not.
Dude, this place is
our f*cking Alamo.
It's all that's left of
Dad's legacy.
Minus the opiate epidemic,
and a $10 billion lawsuit.
Right?
Not legally, at least.
Who gives a sh*t,
anyway? All of our money
is tied up in this stupid house.
I'm going to have
to get a real job.
Oscar, thank you for getting
back so quickly to me.
Of course. What
can I do for you?
My three stepsons.
It shouldn't
be too difficult.
Anything I can use for leverage.
Not a problem.
I'll get back to you.
Parfait. You are a doll.
I think we're
gucci, dude.
Oh, don't be a p*ssy. One more.
Hey!
Clients go first.
Whatever.
What is this?
Bro, you're like the
Mike Tyson of drugs.
I'm going to gut
you like a fish.
Damn, man, why didn't you
keep up with that sh*t?
What, acting?
Yeah.
You're short.
No, it's a hundred.
Bottle's one-sixty a pop now.
Since when? I wasn't notified!
Fine, B, next time I'll put out
a f*cking newsletter.
Alright, alright.
Put out a f*cking newsletter.
What?
Yo, I just had an epiphany.
You're like buying
drugs with dough
that your dad, R.I.P.,
made from creating the drugs
that you're copping right now.
That's some Inception sh*t
right there, homey.
Thanks, Dad.
Anytime, Walk.
Hmm.
Yo, you be good, dawg.
Yo, Walker, your credit card!
Uh, uh, ah! Ah!
Miss me already, b*tch?
There's something
in the woods.
I saw something...
Ah!
Henry! Henry! Henry!
Henry! Henry! Henry!
Henry! Henry! Henry! Henry!
Henry! Open up!
Open up the door!
Open the door!
There is something in the
f*cking woods by the shed.
The monster that ate your brain?
No.
You're high, okay?
f*ck you, dude.
You lost the right to accuse
me of that sh*t
the day that you left.
Walker.
Walker!
You're high.
I'm going to bed, dude.
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
Get it together.
Ah!
Can't you
just write here?
Dante didn't write
the Inferno in Hell.
Hmm.
I'll make you a deal.
Okay.
We can leave if you finally
let me read it.
Ugh.
You'd be superstitious too if
you had three novels rejected.
Three.
I'm not worried
'cause Henry Wendolyn
is going to be famous.
Successful.
And all mine.
Aneurism, huh?
Walker Wendolyn overdoses
on a drug
that made his family rich?
We're already f*cked. Don't need
to add fuel to the fire.
It wasn't an overdose.
Autopsy found
Thonic, coke,
and K in his system.
Yeah, but you didn't find him.
You didn't see his face.
He looked like he was scared
out of his f*cking mind.
He was wasted, dude.
Walker said he saw something
in the woods.
Ketamine will do that.
Does the word
"darkness" mean anything to you?
Yeah, four back to back
nights in Vegas.
I'm being serious.
So am I.
Randy, this isn't a joke.
Neither is running a f*cking
bankrupt company.
Listen, if you think
something is rotten
in the state of Denmark,
feel free to investigate.
I've got bigger fish to fry.
I was sad to see Randy
leave so soon.
When do you think you'll be
going back into the city?
Coleman can give you
a ride in the morning.
Actually, we've decided to
stick around a bit longer.
Oh, Henry, I have classes,
and work. We can't do that.
Oh, where do you work, dear?
Oh, I work at Soho House,
just part time until
I finish school.
Oh, good for you.
I always admire women who work
their way through school.
She's going to open her
own gallery some day.
Yeah.
Soon.
Yeah, that's the five year plan.
That's wonderful! Good for you!
Thank you.
You know, it is
a very difficult business,
but I'm sure you
know that already.
As long as you get your capital,
and if you know
the right people,
anything is possible.
Yeah.
I take it you
know Brodie Olsen?
He's my favorite.
I'm actually writing a paper
on him right now.
- Are you?
- Yeah.
That's hysterical. He is a
very old friend of mine.
He's fabulous.
In fact, he is hosting a party
at his Madison Avenue gallery
tomorrow night.
I'll put you on the list.
You too, Henry.
Really?
Sure.
That would be amazing.
Yeah.
We're family, Sofia.
Or I'm sure you will be soon.
Anything for family.
Ooh, truffles! Goodie!
Oh my God.
What is it, sweetie?
Kim K's new yoga line
wants to sponsor me.
No!
They're like, they want
to send me
a bedazzled yoga mat.
Oh my God!
That's incredible!
Oh, you can put the,
the, the yoga mats
in the new gym.
What new gym?
Uh, Mom's turning
Walker's room
into a new workout studio
so I don't get fat.
We already have a gym.
I know, but it's so cluttered
with your huge rowing machine,
and your father's Bowflex.
There are 30 rooms
in this house, Susan.
Henry, we are all sad
about Walker.
But I think it would be best for
you, and everyone else,
if we just move on.
His funeral was today.
You haven't been
here for years.
What do you care
about renovation?
Susan, do not touch
his f*cking room.
You okay?
Yeah, um...
You sure?
Yeah. Come on.
What's up?
I was wondering,
you know that family portrait
in the hallway?
Why aren't you in it?
You see, after my mom died,
Susan shipped me away
to boarding school.
After that, I was
pretty much gone.
Why don't you tell me
these things?
Does it matter?
Yeah, it does.
Okay, well, now you know.
Will you put this in there too?
Where'd you get the dress?
Susan gave it to me.
See you soon?
I'll take that.
Ta-da!
It's gorgeous, Mom!
Where did you get it?
Your father had made
it specially for you.
It's going to go with
everything.
It's gorgeous, just like you.
Mwah, my little baby.
I love you.
- I love you.
Hashtag new necklace.
Okay, I guess I'm going to look.
Brock?
Aren't you going
to say anything?
Is that a f*cking truffle?
Come back at 11:30,
indoor pool.
Hey!
Once we get Walker's
piece of the pie,
I am so taking Brock
to Cap Ferrat.
My darling,
if he cannot afford
to take you himself, you
shouldn't be dating him.
I'm actually going
to go to bed.
Bonne nuit, mama.
Good night, my angel.
Mwah.
- Mwah.
Yes, Henry?
If you don't return my mother's
necklace right now,
I will k*ll your daughter and
rip it from her lifeless neck.
If you ever threaten
my daughter again,
I will gouge your eyes out,
and skull f*ck you with
freshly manicured nails.
Sweet dreams, Henry.
Hmm.
Hey.
Are we playing hide and seek
or something?
What are you
talking about?
That wasn't you at the -
Brock?
What the f*ck?
No!
So, anything?
Nothing that would indicate
a break in or abduction.
Your son...
Henry's not my son.
Right. Well, Henry was pretty
adamant that he saw
your daughter go swimming.
Okay, that's not true.
I tucked her in myself.
Henry also mentioned
a boyfriend?
Brock. I've already
spoken to his family,
and he never left his house.
I mean, you can check with
his family if you want,
but I'm telling you right now,
Henry had something
to do with this.
He even threatened
her last night.
Okay, and why would he do that?
I don't know, perhaps
he's a psychopath.
Look, regardless, we're going
to open up a report.
We can check up on
Henry again.
Is it possible, though,
that she ran away?
No.
On a trip?
No, no. She wouldn't go
somewhere without telling me.
Henry did say she sometimes
likes to run off
to Tethune, Stad, Disney World.
Henry's a lying, sniveling sh*t.
My daughter wouldn't be caught
dead at Disney World.
I love Disney World.
Well, of course you do.
You know, I do follow your
daughter on Instagram.
She kept mentioning
yachts in Cap Ferrat.
Yeah, she didn't go anywhere!
How many f*cking times
do I have to say it?
My daughter did not
go on a trip.
Ma'am,
I was simply -
Okay, you know,
you should just go?
Just get the f*ck out of here.
This was a waste of time.
Our captain said -
Yes, yes, I'm donating
to de-fund the police.
I know you had something
to do with this.
Hey, Henry.
Coleman.
Oh yeah. Terrible what happened
to Mortimer, huh?
You knew him?
We met.
A long time ago.
Your dad and Mortimer were
roommates at Harvard.
Bruce made drugs,
Mortimer made g*ns.
My dad never
mentioned him.
Not once.
Well, as you
now know,
your father kept
a lot of secrets.
I know he's involved, Oscar.
My baby, just f*cking find her!
Hi, Sherry.
Hi, this is Susan, Kate's mom.
Yeah, if you've heard from Kate,
please give me a call, okay?
Bobby, hi. Hi, yes.
Kate's missing. Let me know
if she gets in touch.
Have you seen her,
have you talked to her?
Have you talked to Kate?
No, she's gone.
I don't know what to do!
I'm freaking out.
She's missing, and -
Just call your friends.
No word yet, nothing.
She's missing.
I've been calling, they're
not doing anything.
Riddle me this,
Houdini.
Where the f*ck did Kate go?
She just vanished into thin air.
Things are really not
looking good here.
She's probably just
in Cap Ferrat.
I already told you, I don't
have time for this sh*t.
Where are you right now?
Ah, lying low in the country
in the new pad.
You sound like sh*t.
Yeah, lawsuits will
do that to you.
Look, Rand, I know
this is kind of out of the blue,
but I need access
to Dad's email.
Why? 'Cause we're cursed?
Or so you can sell Dad's
secrets to the Post?
I'm trying to help us.
The only curses I believe in are
chlamydia and the FDA.
Listen...
If you're so convinced that
the house is haunted,
why don't you call a priest?
Hi.
Hi.
Thank you so much
for coming back.
Of course, you sounded worried.
Yeah, I was. I am.
You called, I came.
Thank you, I really
do appreciate it.
Hey, how was the party?
Oh, it was a dream!
Brodie told me some crazy
stories about you two
taking over Basil.
Well, I was
a muse to many.
Oh, I wrote you a little
thank you note.
Oh!
Oh, thank you so much.
It's the least I can do.
It's very sweet.
Oh.
The thank you note,
it is a lost art.
Can I be honest?
Please.
I really wanted you to like me.
I wasn't sure you would.
Well, mission accomplished.
Good.
So has Henry said anything
about Kate?
Um...
No, just that she went missing.
He's been cryptic lately.
Really?
- Yeah.
Is that strange for him?
Oh, come on, come on.
Let's have a coffee.
We'll discuss it all.
Okay.
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sins.
It's been five years since
my last confession.
Tell me
your sins, son.
I've been dishonest.
You have a side chick.
I wrote a book.
Congratulations.
Thank you, but it's not good.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
I'm sure it's great.
That's not what I meant.
Your father, he too was
hard on himself.
Did he visit you often?
Sometimes. He had his demons.
We all do.
Did he ever mention a curse?
I found a grimoire in his office
called 'The Tome of Tears.'
'The Tome of Tears?'
You're familiar with it?
Vaguely.
I'm not a demonologist.
Though I know a great one.
He was my uncle's
roommate at Yale.
I do take referrals, you know.
Ma'am, ma'am.
May I close up?
Yeah, I'll do it. Just go.
Sure, thank you.
Coleman.
Yes, ma'am.
What's Henry been up to?
I'm sorry, excuse me?
Come on, come on,
enough of the bullshit.
Stop protecting him.
What is Henry doing?
You know.
Ma'am.
- You know.
Ma'am.
I think you've had too
much to drink.
I think you've had too
much to drink, hmm?
Get the f*ck out of here.
You're fired.
Don't worry, Susan. I quit.
Oh, touch.
Ugh, this is disgusting.
Ugh.
Katie?
Katie?
Katie?
Katie!
Katie?
Katie, oh my God!
Oh my God! Katie!
Kate.
Oh my God! Baby! Baby!
Oh my God!
I didn't know where you went!
Oh my God!
I missed you so much!
Where were you, baby?
I was so worried.
Katie?
How's she doing?
She's still asleep.
That's good. The doctor says
she just needs rest.
Yeah.
sh*t.
The generator should
kick in any second.
Hmm.
I guess not.
Be right back.
Do you need any help?
It's fine. Chill.
Oh, ooh. What happened?
Did I get married again?
How are you feeling?
Well, a little bit better than
I did after the Met Gala.
Henry found you.
Where?
You don't remember anything?
Uh-uh.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
- Okay.
Room service.
Oh! Aren't you sweet?
Look at that.
Thank you.
- Of course.
I'm actually starving.
Ooh.
Oh! sh*t.
It's okay.
I can't look down. It really
hurts my head.
I'll help you.
- Oh, aren't you a sweetheart.
No problem.
Thank you, Mommy.
Sure.
Well, someone was raised right.
I was raised by nuns.
Really?
Yeah.
They even said
I'd become one,
but the whole experience turned
me away from religion.
Where were your parents?
They died.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Gosh, that's awful.
Yeah.
Well, I'm sure they'd be
looking down now,
very proud of the
ambitious young lady
you've blossomed into.
Thank you.
I try not to dwell on the past.
Everything happens for a reason.
Yes, it does.
Burn it.
Burn it all.
Hey, babe.
Will you help me?
We need to get out of here.
And go where?
Randy's.
Susan isn't supposed to leave.
I wasn't planning
on bringing her.
Okay? You need to trust me.
I need to trust you?
Yes.
Okay, just like you trusted
me with your book?
I don't know what you're
talking about but -
You don't know what
I'm talking about?
No.
The book that you just
wrote, Henry.
Breed of Greed.
I read it.
You know what?
I loved it!
You did?
A lot. It's going to take
you to the top.
Henry Wendolyn, a published,
best-selling author.
At what cost?
I'm not following you.
Making a f*cking Faustian deal,
I'd be selling my soul.
Don't -
What?
Don't you see that?
For, for what?
For a quick buck and
some cheap fame?
I'm not going to do that.
- Selling your soul?
You're not selling your soul,
you're publishing a book.
And finally making some of
your own money, hmm?
Get out!
f*ck this!
I said get
the f*ck out!
That means you, Svetlana!
Come on!
I lost it, Henry.
Lost what?
My mother f*cking mojo.
I tried everything -
Latvian strippers,
Hustler, Playpen,
Martha Stewart, ice enemas,
nothing f*cking works!
I've got no sex drive,
no libido.
Might as well be
a f*cking unique.
Eunuch.
Whatever.
No offense, Rand,
but your sex life
is the least of our
issues, alright?
Oh yeah?
Take a f*cking look at this.
I think I know someone who
might be able to help.
You got some sort of miracle
working dermatologist?
Not a dermatologist,
a demonologist.
Demonologist?
Hmm.
Feels nice, thank you.
You've been very loyal
and kind to me.
I won't forget it.
Of course.
I can't believe he just left us.
He's not who I thought he was.
Yeah, well...
They never are.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No!
No, no!
Oh, Katie, where are you?
Morning, sunshine.
When's your guy get here?
Any minute.
Your stocks will come back,
your liver won't.
Come on, eat up.
What the f*ck?
It's how Coleman used
to make them.
It's not about the eggs, dude.
Listen.
I've been thinking about this
whole demonologist thing.
This sh*t seems sketchy as f*ck.
I don't really see
another option,
unless one of your stripper
friends does magic.
I'm assuming you've
read Oedipus, right,
given that you're a total
f*cking nerd?
Yes.
If I learned one thing
from that play,
besides the fact that Oedipus'
mom was a total smoke show,
it's that you never consult
the oracle.
The minute this guy
diagnoses us,
tells us we're cursed,
explains what's wrong,
that's when it becomes
real, huh?
If Oedipus hadn't had
his fate read,
that poor f*ck never would
have m*rder*d his dad
banged his mom, and gouged
out his frigging eyes!
We gotta do something.
I know, let's move to Bali.
No, no, no, no, I'm serious.
Hear me out, alright?
I can teach the Indigenous
children how to surf,
play lacrosse, trade Bitcoin.
You can teach some English,
i before e, except after c,
that kind of sh*t,
and we can just live
out our days there,
peacefully, without any
of this occult bullshit!
We'll be just like George
and Lenny, hmm?
From Of Mice and Men?
Yeah.
Which one of us is Lenny?
Me.
Bro, Lenny gets shot!
f*ck, man! Pull yourself
together!
Snap out of it!
Alright.
Come on.
Just let me do the talking.
Shh!
What?
It's Oscar.
I tried your cell,
but I think it's off.
Did you find Kate?
No, but are you aware
that Henry has a book deal
with Random House?
Why should I give a sh*t
if Henry has a deal
with Random House?
I don't give a f*ck
if Henry has a deal
with Random House!
He wrote a hit piece.
A hit piece?
Yes, an expos
of the entire family.
c*cksucker.
Where the f*ck is this?
Come on.
Ernest Hemingway. f*cking rich.
Ah!
That's what I think
of your things.
Alright, where would we be?
Where are we?
There we go, here we go.
Oh, his little notebook.
Howdy.
You knew about this,
didn't you?
About what?
Henry's book? It's a
f*cking hit piece.
Oh my God! I had no idea, Susan.
That's so evil. I'm so sorry.
What the f*ck is this?
sh*t.
Did you know about this?
I didn't know about it.
f*ck!
Thank you.
Well, it's a beautiful house.
I looked at one down the road,
but my wife wanted
the kids to be closer
to Greenwich country there.
So you do pretty well
for yourself?
Yeah, business is
definitely booming.
Connecticut is the place to be
if you want to make bank
on the supernatural.
You think you guys have issues?
The head of Goldman
needed three exorcisms,
and let me tell you,
those aren't cheap.
Money's not an issue.
Your brother already
handled payment.
Besides, I'm not sure an
exorcism would help you guys.
It seems you're dealing with
a very specific entity.
The phenomena you describe,
the nature of your situation,
I believe they all point
to one thing.
Chapter six.
Umbra.
Eater of the rich.
Umbra feeds on greed.
There's lots of greedy
f*ck out there.
I went to Harvard with them.
The history of the curse
has been associated
with those who profited
from lucre.
Lucre.
Money that's been made
in an unethical way.
So what? Our meds are
a little addictive, okay?
What about the millions
that we've donated
to museums, colleges, charities.
Writing a check
won't solve your problems.
We're talking about an
ancient dark force.
The first records of it
date back to Babylon.
Yeah, we get it, dude.
Cut to the cure.
You're not going to like it.
If your house, cars,
valuables,
any of your assets were
acquired through lucre,
you need to...
Burn it all.
So we're really f*cking
going to do this, huh?
Yeah.
Hey.
Maybe we get the girls first?
They're not
going to like this.
Susan, hang
on a second.
Just let me talk to him.
It's between me and Henry.
Hi, um, I -
I knew not to trust you.
Where the f*ck are they?
You stay down here,
I'll go upstairs.
I'll find Sofia.
You find Mummy Dearest.
Fredo.
Bateman.
Ah!
Susie.
Susie.
Susie, Susie?
Looking for me, f*ck face?
Where the f*ck is my daughter?
What the f*ck -
Ah, f*ck!
f*cking p*ssy!
Ah!
Where is she?
Jesus!
Where the f*ck is my daughter?!
f*ck.
God damn it, Bruce.
Psst, Randy.
What the f*ck?
Shh!
Jesus f*cking Christ, man.
Katie?
Katie?
Katie!
Katie! Baby, wake up.
Baby, baby.
Katie?
Hello?
Let me out of here!
Let me out of here!
Hello!
Help!
No f*cking way.
No.
Get the gasoline.
Do it.
Randy!
I'm sorry, Henry. I can't.
Give me the lighter.
Mother!
Give me the f*cking lighter!
No f*cking way!
Ah!
f*ck.
No.
What the f*ck? No!
No, no, no! No!
No! No!
Brodie's an exciting
new client of ours.
He's the one who claims to be
channelling spirit visions?
1.5.
2.5.
1.9.
Mr. Heller, this isn't
some watercolor
you'd find on Etsy.
This is Brodie, the artist
bringing expressionism
into the 21st century.
It's visceral, haunting.
And 2.5.
I'll take it.
Congratulations, Mr. Heller.
You have excellent taste.
By the way, I loved your book.
Would you like to sign my copy?
Sure, for 1K.
Just kidding. Shall we?
Good!
Now be the crab.
How does the crab live?
How does it breathe?
What the crab wants?
Eee!
How does the crab pinch?
Pinch-eee!
Now armadillo.
Armadillo.
Armadillo!
Another f*cking armadillo.
Let's go, go, go!
Mom, does this Buschu
crap even work?
Think about the Mayans.
They were famously thin.
Just do the f*cking
armadillo, babe.
Okay, okay.
Oh my God, have you seen
Mrs. Richardson lately?
That a*s?
All Buschu, baby.
Ah?
Yeah. Now let's get
the sand off that crab.
Crab kicks, and an
armadillo spin.
Eee!
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