01x03 - Legacy of Madness

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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.

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.

Are you running a fever?

It's not the illness.

I didn't see

no crappin's, no holes.

Just a couple

of dried-up carcasses.

Well, we have rats,

Mr. Fletcher, I assure you.

This is a sad house, Captain.

No Boone has ever been

happy here.

There's something inside

that you hide from us.

It scares me.

- What happened here?

- Edward!

Susan Mallory passed.

It was a Boone!

Stephen Boone k*lled my baby!

Clearly this woman needs help.

- Dig him up!

- Prove it.

If you all believe

this is true,

then there really is

no hope for this town.

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?

Yes?

Are we safe here?

Why do you ask?

The girl who died.

Her mother said she was k*lled

by your cousin Stephen.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

- George?

- Mary!

Mary?

Mary.

What are you doing?

I was cooking breakfast.

I must've forgotten.

I'm getting Doctor Guilford.

I think you should.

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.

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!

I'd like everyone

to memorize our 31 states,

and be able to place them

on a map.

You should know the capitals

too.

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.

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

- Go home!

- Down, down, down, down!

Stay away from the windows!

Boone!

Come out of that house!

Get down!

Go find the children!

Honor!

Keep everyone inside.

We're talking to you, Boone!

Go home!

Get out of town!

Whoever throws the next rock

eats lead.

Drop!

Remove the hoods.

You sons of b*tches.

Not so tough now, eh, Boone?

Get outta town, Boone!

Take your sh*t and go!

Nobody wants you here!

Let me give you hand up,

Boone, huh?

There we go.

Get outta here!

Now!

This isn't over, Boone!

Oh, Charles!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Thompson!

Mason!

Thompson?

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?

Is that all right?

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.

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!"

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.

Are you come down here

to buy us a round

with all that Boone money

you inherited?

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 k*ll

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.

You feel that, boys?

A gust a hot air

just swept through the place.

You sit. Sit!

Thompson, mark my words.

I'm not one to play games.

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.

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.

I'm looking for Doctor Frost.

I'm Doctor Frost.

Who are you?

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.

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.

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 k*ller.

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.

No!

No, no, no!

Ice baths.

Given to reduce

manic fits of agitation.

Your Grandmother Silence

suffered terribly

from such fits.

I treated her at Chapelwaite.

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!

Stephen!

He's not Stephen, dear.

Sorry. No.

Stephen!

Stephen!

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.

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?

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?

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!

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.

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.

I'd better go.

I'm sorry.

Did I offend you?

No.

Not at all.

Goodnight, Honor.

Stop.

I beg of you. Stop it.

There are no rats.

There are no

There are no rats!

There are no rats.

There are no rats!

There are no rats!

What is that?

I'm not sure.

Charles, no!

Father,

what's wrong with you?

Come, children.

Everyone upstairs.

Everyone upstairs.