Daggers Inn (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[atmospheric music starts]

[disturbing sounds]

- Hold her still.

[music fades]

- Sybil?

Sorry, you look just like her.

- Samron, right?

She talked about you.

- You shouldn't be here.

- And yet, here I am.

- You need to leave.

They won't accept

your kind around here.

- And what kind is that?

- [Toby] All I'm

saying is we need

to be more aggressive when

it comes to investments.

Conveyancing and litigation

is your bread and butter,

but focusing on those

simply limits expansion.

Just my view.

- This isn't The City, Toby.

We have a robust financial

base for expansion,

but there's only so

much land we can have.

- [Karen] Our records indicate

that we've expanded well

over the last two years.

Because of...

- Not if we're careful

about how we do things.

You brought me in for

a reason, Stanley.

I know how to move

money under the radar.

Let me do this for you.

- No hold fire.

I want Lauren in on this.

[footsteps on gravel]

[flask lid opening]

- The figures indicate

we've expanded.

- You want some?

Take it.

Take it!

[lighter strikes]

[dark music starts]

- You'll be safe here,

maybe for a night.

Please avoid being

seen in the village.

- You have kind eyes, Samron.

You should go.

- What the f*ck's

that on your breath,

aviation fuel?

Stan filled me in on

your conversation.

Are we certain

that there's no electronic

trail if we move

such large sums of money?

- Of course it's what I do.

Stanley, I know

you're on the legals,

but you have to

trust me on this.

- He's a stickler for details,

Toby, you've got to be sure.

- This village, there's

not enough hunger around.

No ambition.

Those fossils at the Russell

estate around the corner,

they're our targets.

Sitting around waiting to die,

but before they do,

we need their investments.

- No, I'm with them on this one.

Let's compete.

Montagu-John & Partners

is your creation.

30 years.

- Okay.

Okay, let's be levelheaded.

Lauren, earlier you

mentioned shell companies.

- Oh, it seems to be

the obvious route.

It's easy. In the US it's harder

to get a library card

than it is to set up a shell.

- Is this strictly legitimate?

- Define legitimate.

I mean half of London

is cocaine money, right?

And they can't track

that back to the shells.

Small fry like us will

just pass under the radar.

- We're not small fry.

Don't use that term again.

- Are we going to the gala

every year to be upstaged

by the cronies at

Peters & Craig?

- [Toby] She's right.

They took a big chunk

of your client base,

and called you a childish

prick when you dared to object.

Don't forget that.

- [Stanley] Bugger,

I'm in a meeting

five minutes ago.

Okay, I'll authorize it.

Prepare the paperwork.

- Will that be all, Mr. Vass?

- Maybe.

[solemn music starts]

[music fades]

- [Claire] After this,

please don't follow me again.

I can't be seen with you.

- Tell me what you know,

what they didn't

tell the police.

- The company have so much power

you would not believe.

- What's going on in

the company, Claire?

- Hello Mr. Robbins.

- Claire.

- [Scottish accent] So I'm

looking to move down south,

get some work in a

different environment.

Nothing long term,

you understand?

All that city life just

got the better of me.

- Sorry I have to

get back to work.

[ch*nk of cup]

[rustle of newspaper]

- We need to clear the

meadow to build the car park.

But the local greens

are up in arms.

My strategy would be

to cite unemployment.

Boost the local

economy and so on.

- Absolutely.

They'll come around.

Money talks at the council.

It always does.

Anything else?

- Saw a new woman

in the village earlier.

In the tea rooms.

- Really?

Why didn't you say before?

- Well, because I was distracted

by you throwing those

bloody things at me.

- God Robbins you are

such a crushing bore.

So this new woman.

Do we have to worry about her?

- Some dr*fter looking for work.

Scottish.

Thirties maybe.

- Hot was she?

- I'd say so.

Didn't see her legs though.

She was wearing trousers.

- Shame.

Where's she staying?

- I don't know.

She was talking to Claire.

Must know her somehow.

- You don't know.

Okay, well

go ask Claire.

- [Stanley] All I'm saying is,

he's become a lot

more manic of late.

He's shifting money left,

right and center.

Can we really trust him?

- Toby's lifting us up

out of the mire, Stan.

Let him do his thing.

- But I'm the one

that's in charge.

It's my head on

the block, not his.

I'll speak to him,

settle him down.

He knows his stuff

but he just needs to understand

to tread carefully.

- There, you see.

My calm Stanley.

Is Hazel gonna be off

to play bridge tonight?

- Let's not talk

about this here.

The car's gonna take a while.

Shall we go back to mine?

[foreboding music]

- [Stanley] Saw a new woman

in the village yesterday.

Tall.

Blonde.

- God you sound like Robbins.

Yes I heard,

Scottish apparently.

Where did you see her?

- Oh somewhere in the village.

- Right?

Robbins saw her with

Claire yesterday

but we don't know

where she's staying

or anything really.

Just someone she

bumped into apparently.

- Hmm.

Send someone to check

her out will you?

- Yes sir-reee.

[alcohol splashes]

[hip flask snaps shut]

Monty saw the new woman.

He wants her checked out.

Claire?

- Like I said to Mr. Robbins,

I bumped into her

in the village.

She seemed lonely

so we had a coffee.

We didn't talk for long.

- So she didn't tell you

where she was staying?

- No,

just that she's

looking for work.

Judging for her accents she's...

- Scottish.

Yeah.

Goodbye Claire.

Why do I get the feeling

that sometimes people lie to me?

You wouldn't lie to me,

would you Robbins?

- Certainly not, sir.

I'm all about loyalty

and I will go to the ends

of the earth...

- Oh, shut up, you idiot.

Look, take the morning off.

Go find our 'hot Miss Scotland'.

Monty's right.

It's just a precaution

but we need to keep

our eyes on her

until she leaves the village.

Got it?

- Leave it to me sir.

I'll leave no stone unturned.

- Karen.

Diary.

What am I doing today?

[dark atmospheric music]

[sounds of cleaning]

[Samron blows dust away]

- Oh sh*t.

Samron!

- I'm around the back.

[spanner clunks]

- Ah, Samron.

How's the repair going

with Stanley's car?

- Not too bad.

You might need a respray

and some rewelding though.

- Yeah, hell of a prang.

And you know he hates running

around in that

bloody shopping car.

Incidentally, you will keep

quiet about picking it up from

Miss Oakes place, won't you?

- Of course.

- Good chap.

Moving swiftly on.

Have you seen a new

woman in the village?

Pretty thing.

Blonde hair.

Wear's a long coat.

- I ain't seen no new

woman in the village

for a while, Mr. Robbins.

- Right.

Well, we like to

keep an eye on things

around here to keep

the equilibrium.

So you will let me know if she

turns up, won't you?

Good to see you, Samron.

[wind rustling in the trees]

[birds tweeting]

[low music tone]

- Hello Mr. Robbins.

- I didn't mean to startle you.

- You didn't.

- Right.

Well we don't get many

strangers in this village.

Especially young

attractive women.

Can I ask why you're here?

- I've come here to ask some

questions about my sister.

- What questions?

What sister?

What's your name?

- You work for Montagu-John

& Partners don't you?

- Hang on,

you're supposed to be Scottish.

Don't play games with me

or you'll regret it.

- [Scottish accent] Oh goodness,

I forgot I was identifying

as a Scot today.

Silly old me.

- Very funny.

- [Welsh accent] Or maybe

I'm from across the bridge

from a family of coal

miners and rugby players.

[English accent] Poor boy.

All stuffed up in that suit.

[mystical sound]

Collar itchy is it?

Do you know what I'm sensing?

You're married but yearning

for a little extra

entertainment on the side.

Am I right?

- This has gone far enough.

- You've been fantasizing

at night whilst your wife

sleeps next to you.

I can tell.

You want a playful mistress,

don't you, Robbins?

- What?

- Ah, ah.

- Stop this.

- [Scottish accent]

This is how it works.

I'm gonna be asking

some questions of you

and your colleagues

at that company.

Understood?

[English accent] Because my

sister Sybil was m*rder*d two

years ago and ditched in a lake

and I'm here to find

the f*ck who did it.

[loud smooch]

- [Karen] So I think we're

nearly here with this one.

It's all complete apart

from there's a small piece.

- Oh, here and there...

- Come here.

- Bethany returns soon.

I don't think this

is a good idea.

- I said come here.

Do you know what

interests me about you?

All the other women at the

firm and most of

them in the village,

they yearn to be with me.

But not you.

You resist me.

That's what interests

me about you.

- But I haven't resisted you,

have I, Toby?

I gave myself to you.

- Then why don't you show me

you want me like the others do?

- You've been with Bethany

for over a year now.

She wants to get engaged.

She told me.

- This isn't about Beth.

Men, powerful men.

We all a little something extra.

Look at any of them.

Leaders, billionaires,

politicians.

We all need something more.

- Please.

Toby.

I don't want to.

You're too rough.

It hurts.

- Oh, don't start

f*cking crying.

Take this off now.

I need to see more of you today.

Do you know why any

of us are still here?

Me!

And if I want a

little appreciation

from the women I employ.

Some f*cking affection...

What do I get?

[padlock snaps locked]

[footsteps]

[dogs barking]

[birds tweeting]

[muttering]

- Hello again, Mr. Robbins.

[sad music]

- Ah, Robbins.

Excellent.

- What are you doing?

You look like you're

waiting to salute me.

Take a seat, you idiot.

Drink?

- No thanks.

- You need to learn to lighten

up, Robbins.

Retirement's quite

a way away yet.

You look like

you've been running

or you're about to

have a coronary.

You find her?

- I, I did.

- And?

- Well she's a bit

of an odd one, sir.

- Really?

- I'd say we have

a mild cause for concern.

- And how's that?

- Well, she seems interested

in a case from two years ago.

- Robbins, what on

earth is wrong with you?

- Nothing.

Nothing.

- Well pull yourself

together, man.

Monty's coming in later

and quite frankly you seem

weird to say the least.

So which case?

- It's a bit sensitive, sir.

The Revan girl.

Remember?

Apparently this new

woman is her sister.

- I see.

[dream-like sounds]

- Poor boy.

All stuffed up in that suit.

Your collar itchy is it?

[erotic female sounds]

[descending drone sound]

- Robbins?

[silence]

Kindly tell me what the f*ck

is wrong with you.

- Sorry sir, it's

a stress thing.

- Quaaludes more likely.

You still on those?

Never mind.

You said this woman is Scottish?

- Sometimes she was.

- Sometimes?

This is bullshit.

I'm gonna have to

get Pugh involved

because quite clearly

you're not firing on all

f*cking cylinders.

- Oh no, she was English,

but then I heard Welsh, I swear.

- Robbin's, go get Pugh.

- English, Scottish.

Welsh.

Then I...

- Go get Pugh!

[low moody music]

- [Toby] Apparently Claire

was the first to see her.

Said she's a dr*fter,

but now we know more.

- Claire.

Why is there a problem?

We could escort

her out like we do

the others that

are non-compliant.

- She's the sister of Revan.

Appears to have an agenda,

sniffing around the case.

- Right.

And has Robbins met this woman?

- Oh he has.

Talking like a blithering idiot.

More so than usual.

We failed to get anything

concrete from him.

My guess,

his wife found out about

his extramarital affairs.

Well that sent

him off the rails.

He'll bounce back.

Bloody fool that he is,

but he's not right

for this task, Pugh.

Hence this meeting.

- Well in my book,

Robbins has always

been a bit soft.

It's all about

attention to detail.

If needs be,

how much control am I

permitted to use, sir?

- Get physical if you must.

But avoid scars,

especially on the face for now.

If we need to go further,

we'll talk.

- Right, sir.

This woman, she's Scottish, yes?

- Do me a favor, Pugh.

For the sake of this assignment,

let's just assume she's from

somewhere in the northern

f*cking hemisphere.

- Right you are, sir.

- Oh, and Pugh.

Two years ago the Revan

sister had it coming.

But we don't want any

of that resurfacing

because of this

new woman, do we?

- Leave it to me, sir.

- [Stanley] With

this new venture,

I want 80/20 with Toby.

I'm the major shareholder.

I'm in control.

- Yeah, but you just still

gotta be sweet on him.

You know he is gonna ask

for 70/30, don't you?

- Ah, Robbins.

Ah, Pugh.

- Busy morning, isn't it?

- Must be.

[birds tweeting]

- The way you looked

at me yesterday.

There was something

between us wasn't there?

- Behold!

He standeth before the woman

whenst he should kneel.

Tell me.

[mystic sounds]

Names.

I need names.

In the village,

in the company.

Who is involved, Robbins?

What am I looking for?

- I will tell you,

but I've been thinking

of when you kissed me.

What that means.

- Someone in the village

k*lled her, didn't they?

- It's not that simple.

I don't know for sure

who was involved.

They keep me on the outside.

- So it was people

within the company.

Watch my lips

carefully, Robbins.

I want you to give me names.

[mystic sound]

- Tell me!

You were seen.

You know her.

What's her name?

Where is she staying?

Tell me, otherwise

I'll break your wrist.

- I don't know her.

I only met her once.

Donna.

Donna Revan.

- And where's she staying?

- Daggers.

Daggers Inn.

- [Bethany] Oh I

have so missed you.

But I had like such a blast.

- And you are gonna

tell me all about it

and I can't wait to

hear all the details.

Especially the juicy ones.

- I will.

Helen was a total b*tch

throughout the week,

and she got plastered.

I so couldn't believe it...

- Babe.

Lauren has been

floundering without you.

Go and report in so

that I can talk to Pugh.

Love you.

Kiss kiss kiss.

- Don't be long.

- You look like an undertaker

come to put me in a box.

What's up?

- You were right, sir.

We could have an issue

with this new woman.

- Go on.

- Apparently she's

staying at the inn.

- The Daggers?

This is the very

f*cking situation

I wanted to avoid.

Were there others like

the last time or just her?

- Just her as far as I know.

- I'm gonna have to tell Monty

and he'll not be happy.

- I'm not afraid to go in, sir.

I could sort this for you.

- Don't be a moron.

We need to think this through.

Find her.

Get answers.

But be discreet will you?

- Got it.

- People are talking about you.

You've been seen with Claire

and Mr. Robbins.

The firm are worried

about your motives.

What are you here for?

Be careful.

They're not to be messed with.

- Everything leads

back to that company.

- Nobody is saying anything.

They won't tolerate

anyone who mentions it.

- They feared what she

discovered so they k*lled her.

- Maybe.

I didn't know Sybil that well,

but she's just

like you, stubborn.

Asking all these questions.

She got others like your kind

to help her.

- How many?

- Two or three.

They disappeared.

- And what about you, Samron?

You're still here.

They could come for you.

- As long as I'm here,

I can do good in the shadows.

You...

Need to go.

Leave the village.

Save yourself before

they get to you

and you meet the same end

as your sister.

- [voice from outside] Samron?

[Lauren] Samron!

- Miss Oakes.

Good to see you again.

- You never call me Lauren

though I've asked you to.

- I'm kind of formal.

Old school like

my dad, I suppose.

- Yes, of course.

Of course you are.

And honest and a man of faith.

Last time I was here

there was a woman.

Tall like me.

She's been asking

questions of our employees.

I'm concerned about Stanley.

He gets worried when

the company he's built

from the ground

up is threatened.

Who is she?

- I don't talk to

her much, Miss Oakes.

All she told me is that she'll

be moving on in a day or so.

- What is she, a traveler?

A tourist perhaps?

- She needs to get around.

She's thinking of buying a car.

- So you've only

spoken to her the once?

- Just once.

- Be calm.

We only wanna talk to her.

Promise me, won't you

that if you see her again,

you'll come to me first?

You won't be in trouble.

I'll make sure of it, okay?

- Yes, of course.

I will.

- You wouldn't lie

to me now would you?

I'll tell Stanley.

He'll be very relieved.

[sighs]

[dark music begins]

[rustling paper]

[wind through trees]

[crunching footsteps]

- Yes?

- My name is Pugh.

Mr. Pugh.

Representing Stanley

Montegu-John & Partners,

a law firm here in Haxanbury.

- And what might Mr. Pugh

from this law firm be doing

following me down

a remote footpath?

- Your presence in Haxanbury

is causing some consternation.

I need to ask you

some questions.

What is your motivation?

What is your purpose?

Darling...

It would be appreciated

if you showed some respect.

Turn around to face me

and answer my questions.

Let me give you some

advice, sweetheart.

I've been sent here

to find out what you know.

So.

I suggest you f*cking tell me.

[stabbing sound]

- Naughty Pugh.

Touching the lady

is not permitted.

Oh poor Pugh.

You want me to kiss it better?

Not going to happen today.

- You better watch

yourself, lady.

- Tell me about the company.

Who's in charge?

What are they up to Mr. Pugh?

- You are messing

with the wrong people.

- Is Mr. Pugh naughty

like Mr. Robbins?

[dark music]

- Be serious.

- Mr. Robbins

likes this sound...

[erotic sounds]

Ah, ah.

Names.

Give me names, Pugh,

of who's in charge.

Tell me about Sybil Revan.

What did she find out about the

company that got her k*lled?

- I'm asking the questions.

- We're not getting

anywhere are we?

Until next time.

Mr. Pugh.

[crunching footsteps]

- [Bethany] Anyway,

then I said to her,

get your face out out that pizza

and go and talk to him.

And she did just that.

Turns out this random

guy had just got divorced

and was out like celebrating

or something.

- A woman with ba*ls.

Ah, Pugh.

Excellent.

You look flustered.

So what did you dig up

about this new woman?

- What new woman?

- Just a tick, Beth.

- I met with her, sir.

She didn't give much

away to be honest.

- So what did she say?

- Well, like Robbins reported,

she's here to find out

about the Revan case.

She's particularly interested

in this company

and who's in charge.

So I'm guessing

that you and Stanley

are in her crosshairs.

- Do you mind leaving us to it?

Maybe you can order the food

and I'll just have my usual

Pugh.

You're not paid to guess.

Did you get any solid

information at all?

- Well I couldn't...

It was wasn't that simple.

She...

- What the f*ck is

wrong with you, Pugh?

I send you out to discreetly

deal with this woman

and you've come back looking

like a schoolboy who's

wet his shorts.

- Well I've had...

I've had a bit of

a day of it, sir.

- Yes, it seems like you have

And what's happened

to your hand?

I must say this is very

out character for you.

You realize we may have

to use someone else?

To escalate things.

- Do you want me to start

proceedings, sir?

- I don't want to go

down that route again,

but we may have to.

Go get Monty's take.

- Understood, sir.

[heels on tarmac]

- It's going to be okay.

- Well, I'm off to organize

the office party.

So, you behave and

I'll see you later.

Oh, what was that thing

with Pugh by the way?

He seemed weirder than usual.

Playing with his neck like that.

- I'm curious too.

- Hmm.

Gotta go.

Love you.

[clunking heels]

[birds tweeting]

- Excuse me?

- Mm, I love a jammy

scone in the morning.

- I should ask who you are,

but I'm guessing you're the

multi-accented woman who's been

prowling around the village.

Staying at the Daggers, correct?

- Correct.

I'm Donna and you're Toby Vass.

- Hmm, you've done

your homework.

Wonderful.

Well now you can leave.

And don't go thinking

you can find a job

and money at

Stanley Montagu-John

because there are no vacancies

and I dare say you lack

the necessary skills.

Goodbye.

- The inn.

it's so cold.

I thought I'd come in

here for some warmth

and a cup of hot tea.

- I dunno what I'm gonna do.

[sobs]

- Forgive me.

Miss...

Donna.

I had no idea things

were so tough for you.

This village can be a hard

place to get by for outsiders.

Maybe I can help

with a little cash

before you continue

your journey.

- Sorry.

I just couldn't

resist doing that.

It's a bad trait of mine.

I do apologize.

So.

You know about the Sybil Revan

case from two years ago, right?

Well, cold case or not,

I'm here to find

out a little more.

She worked for you, right?

And that boss of yours,

this Stanley Montagu-John.

Correct?

- My dear Miss Revan.

Let me explain something to you.

I cannot divulge any

information about a case

that was extensively

investigated by the local

and national police force

and was lacking in any

major evidence connecting

to anyone in the vicinity.

As was detailed in the report,

the k*ller was likely

some wayward lunatic

roaming from town to town

and who is waiting for his

chance to attack again.

It is most unfortunate

that your sister was found

dead at the bottom of a lake.

But that has nothing

to do with me,

Montagu-John or anyone

around here for that matter,

so I suggest you take your

tinpot sleuthing elsewhere.

- Her arms and legs

were bound to a chair

and she was thrown into

the lake and left to drown,

Mr. Vass.

So make no mistake,

I'm digging around

for answers until I get them.

And get your facts right.

Sybil wasn't found

at the bottom of the lake.

She floated to the surface.

[eerie music begins]

[disturbing sounds]

[men grunting]

[dragging sounds]

- [Stanley] Tastes

like watered-down apple juice.

Can we change it?

- No.

Robbins ordered it.

- That figures.

Robbins seems to have

lost the plot recently.

Keep an eye on him, will you?

- Will do.

- Ah, Pugh.

Just the man.

Just being discussing

about Robbins.

He's a bit under the

weather at the moment.

Need someone to man the helm

on a few things.

- Yes sir.

- Oh good.

What can I do for you?

[apple crunching]

- [Pugh] Well, I

spoke to Mr. Vass

and there's a sensitive matter

that I need to

talk to you about.

- Sensitive?

- It's a matter that needs

to be dealt with swiftly

and I need your approval

before proceeding.

- [Stanley] Concerning

that new woman, I'm assuming.

- Yes it is, sir.

- Let's have a meeting.

30 minutes, boardroom.

- Right sir.

- Pugh.

Everything okay?

With you, I mean?

- Yeah.

Yes, of course.

[footsteps]

[birds tweeting]

[dogs barking]

[footsteps crunching]

[distant voice]

- Donna, I need to see you.

I've been thinking

about what you said.

Maybe I can help you

with some information.

Look, I can't come in there.

Please come out

and see me, Donna.

Why?

Why are you ignoring me?

[apple crunch]

- What you doing?

- I need to see her.

- She in there?

[fingers thumping]

- [Pugh] She's kinda

special, isn't she?

- She is.

- What's she done to us?

To make us feel this way?

- I don't know.

I'm not sure I can

take much more of this.

We need to go,

come on.

[tense eerie music starts]

[blow torch burns]

[silence]

[jazz piano plays]

[people chattering]

- Would you like a drink?

- I am f*cking certain

that Peters & Craig

are still poaching our clients.

- That's what happens

when you do favors.

You need to close ranks

and keep them closed.

- You are so right.

Monty's being far

too lenient on them.

- Oh, I think the

word is 'weak',

isn't it?

- Steady on Susie.

Let's keep it

positive, shall we?

[crunching sound]

[trad jazz music plays]

- Do you have an

invitation, Madam?

- May I take your photo?

- Of course.

With him.

- [photographer]

In you get, Scott.

Fabulous.

Thank you very much.

- What fun.

- All I'm saying

is that he lacks,

the aggression

needed to compete.

- And that's why I'm here.

Oh you know you've got

something on your face.

- Are you trying to cause

trouble for us?

- Who's that with Vass?

- That's Bethany,

his girlfriend.

- Best go sort it out.

Oh, thank you.

- [Donna] Do you

know who this is?

- That is the new woman

I heard you mention.

- [waitress] Can I

take your coat, please?

- She looks just

like, you know...

- That's Taneth Trethowan.

She was top dog

at Peters & Craig

who are rivals of Stanley.

- That's her sister.

- Her f*cking sister.

- She was practically

village royalty.

Her family have lived

here for generations.

- What's she doing here?

Does she know?

- Toby said she was a weirdo.

He called her Tbut pronounced it 'titty'.

Which he thought was hilarious

but it was just cruel.

- Where is she now?

- She drowned.

Her body was found floating

in the village pond.

- When?

- About three months

before Sybil was k*lled.

So two years ago.

- Two years ago?

[silence]

[jazz music]

- I haven't seen you

around here before.

You sure you're not

with the competition?

- Is that for me?

Thank you.

[Donna] Ah Toby,

thank you so much

for inviting me.

- I didn't.

- And who is this

handsome gentleman?

- This is Stanley Montagu-John,

founder and CEO of

Montagu-John & Partners.

- Oh clever boy.

I love your waistcoat darling.

- Quite, madam.

May I ask what brings

you to Haxanbury?

- Toby here can let you know,

and so can Mr.

Robbins and Mr. Pugh.

Ah, here they are now.

- The devil's up with them two?

- Mm, too dry.

Get me something else, darling.

- Pugh?

- Yes sir?

- Everything okay?

- Absolutely sir, yeah.

- Our meeting?

- Oh, I do apologize.

I had something urgent

to attend to in the village.

- Oh, naughty Pugh.

Anyway, must mingle.

- I am sorry, madam.

I'm afraid this is

a private party.

- That's okay. I've got this.

Must be exciting for you

to come to a new place

with all these wealthy men,

however they're

out of your league, pumpkin.

- But I love digging up old

fossils in the village.

Don't you?

- I won't tolerate anyone

snooping around this company.

So I have a bit of advice

for you, sweetie.

Take that cute little

derriere of yours

and go find a

20-year-old college kid

and blow him in the car park.

Then leave Haxanbury for good.

- Such fabulous advice.

And you should take

up that dried-up

old vag*na of yours

and go to work on

Stanley over there,

'cause I know you f*cking him.

- Such good advice.

- Would you like some wine?

- Yes, I certainly will.

Well, you know what would be fun

if you seek to

threaten the company?

- Serving me more wine?

Hardly a punishment.

- Oh, I was thinking this

implement would be nice

to take out your brains

through your nose.

- Oh, but that would tickle.

But you know what, Lauren?

It is Lauren, isn't it?

I could chat to you all evening,

but I'm sensing you really

don't know what kind

of sick stuff is going on here.

Do you?

Toodle-oo.

[tense music]

- There's something

I have to tell you.

I can't prove it,

but I think Bethany

was responsible

for the death of your sister.

- You need to tell

me everything.

- Sybil always

suspected that Toby

had something to do

with the drowning

and that Bethany lured Taneth

to him at the pond.

Bethany was crazy for him.

She still is.

- Why did they want her dead?

- Because she was different.

Like Sybil, like you.

Taneth was a powerful woman

in the village

and in business.

Toby thought she was the reason

the firm was struggling.

[man coughs]

- [Toby] You're a

vision tonight, Karen.

Excuse me, Miss Revan,

I'd quite like to speak

to my secretary in private.

[crowd chattering]

What were you telling her?

- Nothing.

- I'm like my eyebrows.

I just can't get

them right at all.

- You wouldn't lie to me,

would you, Karen?

- I just told her

how much Bethany loves you.

- Well, that I know to be true.

Do me a favor.

Don't talk to that woman again.

She's trouble and

can't be trusted

and that, dear

girl, is an order.

[harsh grating sound]

[tense music starts]

[heels on stone]

[gate creaks open]

[party music continues]

- Move.

[crescendo sound]

[muffled party sounds]

[foreboding music starts]

[heels on stone]

[ethereal music plays]

[high-pitch tone builds]

[party music continues]

[footsteps on gravel]

- Ah!

[dark music]

[piano melody starts]

[water lapping]

[leaves rustling]

[hard breathing]

[gasps]

[screams]

[thud]

[hard breathing]

[sinister music starts]

[sobbing]

- Morning Stanley.

Good party last night,

seemed to go well.

[sighs]

- It was a bit

odd if I'm honest.

And who invited

that bloody woman, Donna?

I told you to check her out.

Not invite her into

our social circles.

- She invited herself it seems.

She's a danger.

I'll speak to Pugh

and report back promptly.

Look...

Bethany seems to

have gone missing.

I don't suppose

you know anything?

She doesn't always stay with me,

but she'd usually let me know.

- No idea.

That thing between you

and Robbins last night.

I'm aware that one's

interests can be somewhat...

ambiguous as we navigate

our way through life.

Like me,

Robbins was a

boarding school lad.

And things can

change at that age.

- I have no idea what

you're talking about.

- I'm just trying to say,

I understand.

And that my door is always

open to talk if you need to.

Anyway, change of subject.

Confidentially, I'm thinking

of letting Robbins go.

He seems to have

lost his marbles

and Pugh is testing

my patience as well.

Keep an eye on him.

Come see me later.

- What the hell is

happening to us?

[footsteps on gravel]

- Mr. Vass?

You alright?

- Just come to

collect Stanley's car.

Assume it's ready?

Yesterday.

Did you see my

girlfriend, Bethany?

Or that new woman, Donna?

- I haven't seen these

people, Mr. Vass.

- Hmm.

Tell me.

Do the people of

Haxanbury like me?

- I think they

respect you, Mr. Vass.

- You wouldn't lie to me Samron.

Would you?

- I wouldn't lie

to you, Mr. Vass.

I, I'll get the keys.

[solemn music starts]

- I'm just going

to do some filing.

- You know what forgiveness is,

don't you?

Someone in my position needs

to take certain actions.

to protect against

outside threats.

You understand?

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- Donna Revan.

How well do you know her?

That woman is destroying

everything we have here.

She's in my head meddling

with my thoughts.

You need to stop her.

- I dunno what you mean.

I can't help you if

I don't understand.

- No, you don't understand.

You weren't there to witness it.

When they came to our village,

joined her to destroy us.

We had to take measures.

- Who?

Who came?

- I'm so sorry.

[sad music]

- This Revan woman's not

gonna go away, is she?

- She's looking for answers.

[crunching]

- We need to nip

this in the bud,

before the situation escalates.

Do you still have contact

with your man, Shark?

- Pugh does.

You give authorization?

- I do.

But don't screw it up.

This keeps happening.

It needs to end now.

- You can count on me.

[eerie music plays]

- Well, you're always

a few minutes early.

Impressive.

- Sign of a man

happy in his work.

So, what are we doing?

- I assume Pugh has informed

you of the new woman

in the village

causing us issues.

- He did.

The sister of Sybil

Revan, no less.

- Are you aware she's

staying at the Daggers Inn?

- Most men go funny color

when talking about that place.

But I'll happily go

inside if necessary.

- We need her to

meet the same end

as her sister within 24 hours.

Can you oblige?

- My fee will be

the same as before.

Plus 40%.

Inflation, you see.

- Very well.

- And, Mr. Vass?

I wonder if I may

have a little pleasure

with this female before

I send her on her way?

Call it a bonus.

- I'm not interested in

your sexual perversions.

Do what you have to.

Just don't mess up.

We're done, I believe.

Oh, answer me this.

Why do they call you Shark?

- Well, Mr. Vass.

Most people say it's

because I can smell

the blood a mile off,

but they're wrong.

Wanna know why?

- Please humor me,

I can hardly bear the suspense.

- Because it's not

blood I can smell.

It's fear.

[laughing]

[dark music starts]

[lighter strikes]

It went out.

I thought I'd bring it back

to life for you.

I like watching you sleep.

Peaceful.

- How long have

you been in here?

- Don't worry, you won't suffer.

Your sister, Sybil,

she didn't either.

Not for long, anyway.

Seems you've caused quite

a stir in the village, Donna.

So much so that they called me.

Ask me why I am special.

Go on.

Because they fear this place.

They fear women of your kind

who they see as evil.

I'm special because

I'm not afraid.

[foreboding music]

[music builds to crescendo]

[footsteps on stone]

Mr. Vass.

- What the hell are you doing?

I expressly forbade

you to come here.

Pugh.

Get Robbins.

Block the entrance

and clear this away

before anyone else arrives.

Now!

[dogs barking]

- It's just a paper knife.

A toy.

What the hell was he doing?

- He screwed up.

She's slippery.

- I said don't screw up.

You screwed up.

Now what?

- We have to do this ourselves.

- Maybe.

- There's no maybe about it.

She has to die.

- You.

It's you that has to do this.

Leave it to me.

I'll talk to the others.

- Hello Monty.

That's what they call you,

but you don't like it, do you?

I wonder what else

they say about you.

- How did you get in here?

- It must be lonely at the top,

even for a big boy like you.

- Your games are

becoming intolerable.

- Sybil Revan,

you m*rder*d her.

- Not me.

- Then you need to

tell me who did.

Think about it, Monty.

Otherwise I will call

it your house sometime.

Maybe say hello to your wife.

I'm sure she's sweet.

Does she know Lauren?

[threatening music]

- What were you doing

over at the offices?

- Ah, the token

female board member.

- I repeat.

What was your business there?

- Are you aware that the CEO

of your competitors was found

drowned in an alleged accident

in the village

pond two years ago?

Or that six months later,

the body of my sister

was discovered

floating in the lake,

bound by the hands

and feet to a chair.

The k*ller never found.

- Mere coincidence I'm sure.

Just like any other village,

we have our crimes

and our accidents.

- I don't believe

in coincidences

and I also don't believe

you are that naive.

Or are you complicit?

Stanley's involved whether

he did the deed or not.

Someone has to

take responsibility

for the m*rder of my sister.

- I'd be careful what you say.

We're a law firm don't forget.

- Mm, not for long.

If Stanley goes down,

no Stanley,

no law firm,

no job.

- Get in Robbins,

close the door.

This woman has caused the

problems of the past to return

to the village.

She has to go and

we have to do it.

Toby Vass has become unreliable.

Irrational.

- Does she, does

she have to die?

Maybe there's another way.

- No.

Yes.

She could live.

No.

Why am I even saying this?

She sent you here

with that notion.

Didn't she?

- No, she did not.

But I, I could go

and see her again.

- I'll go.

She likes to see me.

- If I might suggest,

she wants the person

directly responsible, sir.

Shark has gone, so...

- She wants Toby.

- Well, Toby is the

genesis of all this.

So we need to move in

that direction, sir.

Otherwise, the problem

won't be solved.

We k*ll Donna,

but we don't k*ll the problem.

First there was

Taneth Trethowan.

Then Sybil Revan.

Donna Revan.

Who's next?

More of their kind will

follow seeking the truth.

I'm sure of that.

- I need to figure this one out.

Leave it with me.

I'll call you.

[footsteps]

[birds tweeting]

- Lauren.

Surprise.

What brings you here?

- Well, I was looking for you.

Thought you'd be here.

Look, I see a real threat

to the company,

to Stanley, to all of us.

My priority is what we...

what you've created

in the village.

- A threat.

From one woman.

How's that even

f*cking possible?

- She's got to go

and we've devised

a way to make that happen.

No mistakes.

Want another drink?

I could use one.

- I think this Donna has

something to do with Beth.

Well, you haven't seen her.

I haven't seen her.

She just vanished, poof,

into thin air.

[alcohol splashes]

If that b*tch has

something to do

with it,

I'll make her suffer.

I promise you.

[eerie music starts]

- I heard about your

associate, Shark.

I'm guessing you had a similar

idea to make her pay?

- Shark got lazy.

She's a cobra and

he let her strike.

I won't make that mistake.

[disturbing sounds]

[glass ch*nk]

- We're good?

[glass ch*nk]

[water lapping]

- Don't leave.

- I have to go.

You should leave too.

Get away from this place.

- Where would I go?

My only option is the city.

- Then go to the city.

- I have enemies there.

I can work here.

Plus, things will be better.

Now that you've rid

the village of evil.

- For now, maybe.

It will rise again.

[poignant music]

- [Lauren] I'm taking a more

prominent role in the company,

particularly in investments

and finances.

We had to let Toby go

and with Bethany to the wind,

you'll be reporting to me.

As you may know,

I have certain standards

and ways of doing things.

[glass strikes]

[moody music plays]

[silence]

[running footsteps approach]

[upbeat dance

music plays to end]