04x05 - Family Ties

[bunniefuu]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Birds chirping]

[Gasps]

[Clock strikes six]

♪♪

♪♪

Where is my mother?

Dead.

I hope.

What did you do to her?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I know that what she did

to you was... awful

and wrong, but...

That doesn't give you
any right to hurt her.

Three days...

In the trunk of a car.

Pissing and sh1tting
myself across the country

with her freaky song looping and looping

and looping in my f*cking head.

And she handed me off
like a package of meat

to total f*cking strangers.

[Laughs]

[Both grunting]

And if you're defending her,

then you're as sick a bitch as she is.

[Both grunting]

[Vincent yelps] f*ck!

[Panting] My mother was desperate

and she made a terrible mistake,

but your family drove her to it.

You drove her to it, you
little f*cking demon child.

[Menacing instrumental music]

[Both grunting]

Now where the f*ck is she?!

- Ah!
- [Liv yelps]

[Both grunting]

- Get the f*ck off me!
- Vincent!

Back the f*ck up, or I
will snap his f*cking arm!

Just let me go!

If you hurt him, I'll destroy you.

- Where is she, huh?
Where is my mother?

I don't f*ckin' know! Agh!

- We don't know where she is!
- Liv, stop.

- Stop.
- Please, just...

Just let me go, OK? Just let me go.

[Grunting]

[Rising instrumental music]

Agh!

- You feral little c**t!
Get out of my house!

Are you OK? Are you... anything broken?

Stop touching me, please.

My mom was on the dock, keeping watch.

I don't know where she's gone.

We have to search down there
before anything happens.

All those years Birgit
stared me in the eyes

and said nothing as
I searched for him...

Liv is of her blood.

The inferno is empty,

and this Dante knows
devils when she sees them.

Yeah, well... it's hard

to tell the good from
the bad these days.

[Tense instrumental music]

[Birds chirping]

[Footsteps]

[Woodpecker pecking]

Maybe, let's... let's go south,

all the way to the
beach, and then we can...

Sweep back towards the boathouse, yeah?

Sure.

[Exhales sharply]

[Birds chirping]

I think we might have to
remain mum around our Theo.

- Come on.
- She's right.

He's not on our side.

He let a known villain escape,
and now we're all in danger.

No. No, Birgit is not a
k*ller and you know that.

And Theo is out there,
risking his life to help Liv.

To help save the woman
who f*cking kidnapped me.

I... I know. I know what
Birgit did was terrible.

But she was desperate. She
made a mistake. You can't

jump from that to a death wish!

Yes, O'Keefe, I can!

[Menacing instrumental music]

She stole my boy.

Like Selene's abduction
of Cephalus, she ripped him

from his one true love, and for what?

For money.

Birgit has an unquenchable
lust for what is ours.

Her bastard spawn does too.

You Mark my words.

The worst is yet to come.

[Seagulls squawking]

[Lighthouse bell ringing]

[Insects chirping]

[Ominous instrumental music]

I'm thinking maybe we should, um,

we should head towards the...

[Shallow breathing]

- No! Liv... Liv, don't!
- [Panting]

Ah! No...

No. No. No. No. No.

No! [Gasps and sobs]

No... [gasps]

No! No!

No! No! f*ck! [Gasps]

[Howls]: No!

[Sombre ambient music]

[Inaudible]

[Sobbing]

[Screams]

[Squelching] [Metallic slash]

[Sinister instrumental music]

[Sombre instrumental music]

[Sobs softly] [Sniffles]

Oh, you could've had everything.

But your heart was too big.

[Sniffles] [Sobs softly]

I promise you, he felt it.

Seamus felt your pain.

He paid for what he did.

- [Whimpers softly]
- [Door creaks]

Um... I can come back later.

They just sent me to get
some stuff for breakfast.

[Sniffles] [Whimpers]

♪♪

Uh, Jayden...

He, uh...

He... he really loved people.

Like... genuinely,

like, not because he had to. He just...

He was... hungry for connection.

He showed me

what could be so great about that.

You know, he made me believe

that life outside this
trash fire hell house

could be worth something.

[Softly]: Every day is gonna suck so bad

without him making it better.

[Sniffles]

Thank you.

[Soft ambient music]

I learned to cook in
a small trailer kitchen

alongside my mother. You
know, good, simple food,

rice and beans, fried steak and mash,

that sort of thing. So now,

when I need some comfort
food, I just whip up

one of those recipes,
and it all comes back.

Good, caring people.

Simpler times.

In honor of that, we are going

- to make a Moroccan omelette.
- OK.

It sounds fancy, but
it's all in the spices.

Jayden loved these.

- Oh, no, no. I... I do not cook.
- [Both chuckle]

- No, we just go out or whatever.
- Uh-huh.

- Yeah.
- Nonsense.

Everyone needs to know
how to make a few staples.

- Uh... OK. OK.
- It's OK.

The secret to making a fluffy omelette

is b*ating the whites into stiff peaks

and then folding in the yolks after.

- I do what... exactly?
- OK.

You're all right. You got it.
Just take... use the beater.

Take the beater. Put it in the bowl.

- OK.
- Turn it on high,

- and let it rip. Yeah.
- Just... OK. OK. OK.

- Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
- It's OK! You're OK!

- It's OK. Take it out.
- Don't judge me!

- No, I'm not! I'm not!
- You're fine. You're fine.

Here, why don't I do this and,

um... how about you
toast some spices for us?

- OK.
- Yeah?

Yeah, yeah.

- Uh... OK.
- That's right.

- [Burner ignites]
- Cool. Just here?

Put it over the heat. Shake them around.

- Keep mixing them.
- Oh, OK.

Now, the trick is, um,
don't let them burn.

- Just shake it.
- OK.

And let me know when
you smell something.

[Sonorous vibration]

[Contemporary jazz music]

Agh! f*ck! [Inhales sharply]

Ah, f*ck. f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck.

- What happened?
- I'm bleeding...

Like lady M, for my art.

This is the one that sets
the art world on fire.

I'm a Vesuvius of
talent they can't ignore.

[Stifles laugh]

- Hmm.
- Oh, I'm sure you find it

difficult to understand my creation.

Oh, no, no. I get it.

Right. Of course.

You recognize great art when
you see it because you studied

bedpans and sponge
baths in nursing school.

I have eyes.

- [Clatter]
- [Sonorous vibration]

How's it coming? Smell anything?

- Oh, yeah! I smell cumin!
- Right?

- Yeah!
- Actually, take it off

the heat. I still need to
chop up some leeks here.

- I could do that if you want.
- OK.

Watch your fingers, honey.

She has a real taste for them.

[Soft sombre music]

[Dripping]

[Liv]: It's hard to imagine
anyone hating her that much.

But I never pictured her
as someone that could...

Kidnap a little boy, so.

[Liv sighs]

- [Liv sniffles]
- I'm so sorry, Liv.

- This is just awful.
- I'm done.

I need to get the f*ck off this island.

- Now.
- You said it yourself,

the boat's not seaworthy.

It's too dangerous.

And being here isn't?

If you're smart, you'll come with me.

OK.

I think I'd do that.

But you have to prove to
me the boat will make it.

Deal.

[Door slams]

[Cutlery clatters]

Try to eat something, honey.

- [Bell rings twice]
- Oh, no.

[Ominous instrumental music]

[Lock clicks]

[Suspenseful instrumental music]

[Doors creak]

Those are paintball
g*ns, right? Thank god.

- [Scoffs]
- Wait for it. There is

- always a twist.
- "Grab your g*ns.

"You have minutes
to find a place to hide

"anywhere on the island before
hunting season officially opens

"on you. The winner gets to stay

"in the bunker with the
person who comes in second

"until the next competition,

'breathing' free and easy."

Heh. So whoever wins
is safe from the k*ller.

Unless whoever's doing
this is your bunkee.

[Clicks]

- Um...
- [Objects clatter]

OK, there are no
goggles or masks in here.

- [Scoffs]
- Spencer didn't

believe in protective equipment.

Riding or tricycling...

Dad believed that scars would help us

remember where we went wrong.

[Clicks]

No, Aphra. No, honey.
You're not playing.

She... she's not playing. Aphra!

- No. No. It's too dangerous.
- [Aphra groans]

Aphra, Jesus! Gentle, for god sakes!

- Ah!
- Agh!

Oh... [Theo gasps]

I sorry.

It's not that bad, all right?
Stop being a little wuss.

[Theo]: What the f*ck?!

- I sorry! I sorry! I sorry!
- Honey, honey, honey, it's OK.

Sweetie, it was an accident.
A paintball should not do

that kind of damage. Right?

This is not paint. It's rubber.

It's like sh**ting rubber b*ll*ts.

- People will get hurt.
- I think that's the point.

And that speed is cranked
way past game level.

We need to pad up.

[g*n clicks]

Yeah, you do.

- OK. She's gonna be a problem.
- For every one of us.

[Tense rhythmic drumming]

No one sh**t aphra in the face!

She's a kid, for Christ sakes.

[O'keefe]: We are so f*ckin' dead.

Meet at the ravine if
you wanna knock Liv out

and play a fairer version of the game.

[Panting]

[Panting]

[Insects chirping]

- What's the holdup?
- I think I got the g*n

with the bum trigger, the
one that Liv didn't like.

Mom, what happens if it doesn't sh**t?

Just pull it apart and clean it.

Well, I don't know how to do that.

Hey, go down there and hide.

No! I'm playing! I'm not...

You have never sh*t a g*n,
which I blame myself for.

And you panic under stress
because, unlike the rest of us,

you didn't grow up playing
the most dangerous game

at every family reunion.
I am telling you,

my love, for your very own good...

Scurry down.

Like Orpheus.

Good. Now, I can focus
and not worry about you.

- Ugh.
- Now, don't come out

until you hear my dulcet
tones heralding it's all clear.

Ugh.

[Sighs]

[Ominous instrumental music]

[Crow cawing]

[Leaves crunch]

I thought we were working as a team.

We are. First, we're gonna go

"apocalypse pow" on Liv,
take five minutes to reload.

Then, the real game begins

with whoever is left standing. Ready?

I'm not letting you g*ng up on Liv.

Oh. She's playing you like pan, Theo.

- She's my friend!
- And how did your friend manage

to escape a psychopath
no one else on this island

- has been able to avoid?
- Oh! Can I answer?

- 'Cause she's the k*ller.
- Go to the front of the class.

No way. I've been
with her half the time.

That's because you
have feelings for her,

which are highly inappropriate
given the circumstances.

And I am not just talking
about her station in life.

It is time for you to stop
slumming in the basement

and take your rightful spot
upstairs, with your family.

With my family?

[Laughs]

We're not a family.

We're a conglomerate
of f*cked up people!

With a logo for a last name! And sure,

it's shiny, and it gets us noticed,

but it's also empty

and hollow and soulless.

[Pensive instrumental music]

Which is exactly the opposite
of what a family should be!

And the minute you realize... agh! f*ck!

- [Florence and Grace gasp]
- f*ck!

- f*ck!
- Vincent!

I'm tired of the f*ckin' speeches.

Oh, honey, why don't you
go home and get in bed?

We can't take any chances
with our future! This is

- for all of us!
- This is for you,

like it always is, and we all know it!

[Sighs]

[Sonorous vibration]

[Phone ringing]

- Lee?
- I'm very pleased to meet you.

I'm sorry. What's going on?

Oh. Lee is my nom de plume.

- I'm...
- No, no. I know who you are.

We received the slides.
Your work was reviewed,

and I'm afraid the
gallery's not interested.

There's no need to show
your work in person.

Oh, but the quality of my slides

didn't do my work justice.
The... the lighting...

You've copied an artist
who's a master commentator

on personal identity,
and you added nothing.

We deal in authentic
creative voices here,

not kitsch copycats.

No one took van Gogh seriously either.

[Laughing]

Oh, your type comes
through here all the time.

Bored, rich,

wearing a designer
starving artist costume.

You want to be an artist,

but you're not a creative person.

You don't see the world uniquely.

There's no emotion in anything you do.

You don't risk yourself.

You're playing desperate
dress-up, dearie.

You're a wannabe with too
much time on her hands.

Go back to doing your van Gogh puzzles.

Maybe, if you cut your ear off,

someone will take you seriously.

Ugh.

[Sombre instrumental music]

[Sonorous vibration]

[Tense instrumental music]

[Crow cawing]

[Panting]

[Giggles] Ah!

[g*nshots]

All right, Liv. Come out now,

and I promise you an allowance.

All righty! You wanna earn your money?

We have a position that just opened up

for a housekeeper.

Our last one was positively
buried in her work!

- [g*nshots]
- [Screams]

Holy f*ck, can she get angry!

f*ck! Would you

f*cking sh**t?

[Whimpers] [Panting]

Is there a reason why
your family keeps trying

- to sleep with mine?
- [Soft panting]

Did you ride Theo first

or did your mom break him in for you?

[g*nshots] Oh!

Ah! [Gasping]

My mom should've f*cking drowned you.

[Vincent groaning]

[Dramatic instrumental music]

Over there. [Vincent gasping]

Ow!

Woo!

Woo! I got her! Woo!

[Tense instrumental music]

Can you believe it? I
didn't think we'd get her.

Right? [Laughs]

Oh!

- [Screaming]
- An eye for a finger!

A motherfuckin' eye for a finger!

Get yourself back to the house.

I'm grabbin' O'Keefe, and
I'm going to the bunker.

- [Sobbing]
- f*ck!

[Ominous sound indication]

[Woodpecker pecking]

[Insects buzzing]

Why is it open?

Probably on a timer,
like half this stuff.

[Unsettling instrumental music]

Go in.

Hey. Thank you

for saving me.

[Sighs]

I thought you said this place sucked.

Well, I would've placed
the couch over there

and chosen a bolder palette.

When did primary colours
become such a dirty word?

But all in all, dad did pretty good.

I could totally sleep here.

Spa day for the winners.

OMG, O'Keefe...

[Gasps] We're saved.

- What?
- It's not l'Antica's...

But pizza.

What?

Theo loves pizza.

I know.

[Grunting and gasping]

I can't believe I trusted that bitch.

Let's get you cleaned up.

[Grace panting]

You good?

- [Softly]: Jesus Christ.
- [Softly]: Is it bad?

[Softly]: I'm pretty sure
she's gonna lose the eye.

We're running out of
gauze. Could you rustle up

some clean sheets to cut into strips?

I'll find something.

[Soft groaning]

[Squelch]

- [Christy]: Aphra?
- [Vincent gasps]

Ugh.

[Groans softly]

Thanks.

You OK?

Don't hate the player.
Hate the game, man.

Whoever's doing this
is using our willingness

to f*ck each other over to slaughter us,

but, you know, keep on keeping on.

OK. So what should we be doing?

[Theo sighs]

The bunker. Granddad did some
renos last year, and I'd bet

it's where he's hiding all
that stuff we'd like to get

our hands on, weapons,
controls, communication systems,

- medical supplies.
- Your mom is never gonna

- unlock that door.
- In my experience,

every security system's
got a workaround.

Maybe I can convince her to
hand over the first aid kit.

Hmph! Not big on sharing, that one.

Then I'll b*at it out of
her. You need pain meds, Grace.

Someone should stay back
and keep an eye on her.

Me.

Yeah, I'll do it.

- Ah!
- OK, so...

We could sneak Vincent and Theo in.

- Like, there's so much room.
- I would change places

with them in a second, but...

We have to follow your granddad's rules.

- That is not my granddad. Not anymore.
- _

He is! He knew that I would end up here,

and I'd be the one to
protect the three of you.

It's actually better this way.

How? How is it better?

It would've been
absolutely soul-destroying

to have to choose between your brothers.

[Sonorous vibration]

I've gone in a more personal
direction in my work.

[Theo]: Oh. What is that?

It's OK. It's just sand.

The inspiration for this installation

bubbled up from a place I
daren't go, but I braved it,

and I feel I need to share it with you.

Now, what I want is an
open, honest reaction

to what you see in front of you...

- To what I've created.
- Mom, the thing is

- I’m... I'm no expert.
- Just listen.

Don't think.

[Beeps]

- Engage.
- [Water sloshing]

- [Seagulls squawking]
- [Man]: OK, Theo. So you ran

to Sandy beach. What happened next?

[Young Theo]: Me and Vincent saw a boat.

And who was on the boat?

They had ski mask things on their face.

How many people did you see?

Two.

And then, what happened?

They took Vincent and
put him on the boat.

- Did they try to take you?
- Stop this.

Witness is shaking
his head, indicating no.

Turn this of. Turn it off!

- OK. So what happened next?
- I told the man

to leave Vincent alone,
but they took him anyway.

I told him, but the other man hit me

and pushed me in the sand,
and I couldn't breathe.

I call it...

- Save me.
- OK, Theo. So you ran

- to Sandy beach. What happened next?
- Me and Vincent saw a boat.

Who was on the boat?

They had ski mask things on their face.

- [Liquid sloshing]
- Remember that day, Theo.

- How many people did you see?
- Two.

[Liquid sloshing]

[Sonorous vibration]

Remember what you did.

[Dramatic sound indication]

- [Sighs]
- We've spent so many years

not talking about it, it's
like a canker on our souls.

- Please, tell me.
- Did they try to take you?

- Tell me.
- Witness is shaking his head,

indicating no.

Help, Theo! [Screaming]

[Theo sighs]

- I tried to save him, mom.
- [Young Theo]: I told

- the man to leave Vincent alone.
- I tried so hard

to get him back! I wasn't strong enough!

They took him! I tried, but I couldn't!

I tried!

- I f*cking tried!
- OK, Theo.

So you ran to Sandy
beach. What happened next?

[Sonorous vibration]

[Swallows]

You kids...

Are my greatest works of art.

I love you so much.

Yeah. Have some more champagne, mom.

[Bell rings twice]

[Electricity buzzes]

- Mom, what the f*ck's that?
- Don't panic.

We won, remember?

- [Rapid beeping]
- [Steel door shuts]

[Door locks]

- [Beep]
- Success has nothing to do

with luck. You make your own damn luck.

Sometimes at great personal cost.

But personal feelings
don't belong in a boardroom.

You have to make inconceivably
difficult decisions

without hesitation.

Whoever runs this company

will have to be ruthless

to their core, and that will be tested

for the rest of your life starting now.

Wait. A test? Mom, I don't want

- to do a test.
- [Shushing]

Only one of you can win.

[Beep]

- [O'Keefe exhales sharply]
- [Air hissing]

[Sinister orchestral music]

Oh, my god.

[Grunts]

- It's bolted or something.
- Oh, no, no, no.

- Help! Let me out!
- [Rapid banging]

- Let me out! No, mom!
- Calm down!

- Calm down!
- Let me out! No, no, no, no!

- Calm down!
- Mom! No!

- [O'Keefe gasping]
- Come here.

Go. Come here. Look.
Look at me! Look at me!

This is the safe room. There
has to be oxygen, masks, tanks,

something like that! Go
look! Look for anything

- like that!
- [Coughing]

♪♪

- t*nk! Mom, here! A t*nk! Mom!
- Mask!

- One mask.
- Hurry!

Please, hurry! [Coughing]

- Hurry, please!
- What if it's not oxygen?

Jesus, mom, we're gonna f*cking
die anyway! Can you hurry up?

I'm starting to feel weird, come on!

[Florence breathes deeply]

- Oxygen.
- Oh!

- [Vincent]: Come on.
- [Muffled coughing]

What do you think?
Can you... override it?

[Sighs]

It's a solid maybe with the right tools.

[Coughing]

[Gasping] [Screams]

[Screams]

[Muffled shouting]

- We gotta get in there!
- I need something like

a paperclip for the anti-tamper switch.

- f*ck.
- You know, would this work?

[Muffled shouting and coughing]

[Gasping and coughing]

Mom...

[Coughing]

[Wheezing]

[Gasping]

[Croaks]: Mom...

Mommy... mom...

Mom... mommy...

[Coughing]

Mommy... please... [cries]

Mom... [coughing and gurgling]

Mom... mommy...

- [Gurgling]
- [Crying]

Please...

[Inaudible]

[Groans]

[Sombre instrumental music]

[Choral singing]

[Sonorous vibration]

You didn't tell me you were filming me.

I do not give you permission
to use my likeness.

- Give me all the footage now!
- The video is intrinsic

to the installation. Your
face plays on the wall

- behind the statue.
- What, so it's like

I'm watching Vincent get
abducted in perpetuity?

This isn't about you, Theo.

It is about me, my feelings,

my point of view, the
way I perpetually relive

- my personal tragedy.
- Using my trauma.

- [Scoffs]
- I've already submitted it

to a gallery.

I will find a way to legally stop you.

The noise that will bring
will only draw more attention

to the work. Look, I
know that you might not

want to be reminded of Vincent,
but I can tell I've nailed it.

The binaries of presence
and absence, you felt it!

This is important work.

You're part of something revolutionary.

Save your bullshit art speak

for someone who doesn't know
you have nothing valuable to say

and no ability to see beyond yourself.

[Rising tense music]

The winch! We can use it
to wrench open the door.

- How heavy is it?
- Heavy, but there's

- enough of us.
- OK, let's get it.

No more yelling.

[Gasps]

Aphra, come away from there.

No! No! No! No! No!
Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

[Dramatic sound indication]

[Crow cawing]

[Birds chirping]

[Sombre instrumental music]

I'm so sorry.

- What did you do in there?
- [Florence sighs]

What did you do?

[Florence moans]

[Florence sniffles and sobs]

[Inaudible]

♪♪

[Rapid whooshing]

There was only one mask.

So what happened?
You ran out of oxygen?

There was only one... mask.

But you shared, right? With O'Keefe?

There was only one... mask.

And that mask was on you.

Why are you looking at me like that?

'Cause O'Keefe's dead.

Because it should've been you.

Ow! Ow! Ow! You're
hurting me! He's hurting me!

- Tell that to O'Keefe!
- [Florence whimpers]

Ah! Ow!

[Florence yowls]

Ow! Stop!

Stop, Theo! Please, stop!

Ow! Ah!

[Sombre instrumental music]

Ah! We can't leave O'Keefe back there!

Oh, now you think about them?

I tried, Theo! I tried! Oh!

Ah...

[Florence screams]

Show an ounce of compassion!

The kind you've always shown me?

Vincent!

Help me!

- What are you planning to do?
- Where are you taking me?

- I'm putting her on trial.
- Ah!

OK. I understand
everybody's upset, but I...

- What are you doing?!
- Making art, ma.

- What?! Oh, my god!
- Hold her here.

Ah! You don't

have to do what he says!

Agh! Stop it!

Oh, no! Don't worry! Don't worry!

This is just my point
of view. My feelings.

Oh, my god. Run to the
house. Tell them I need help!

[Zip tie squeals]

Go, you little idiot!

And tell who, mom?
Grace, who you blinded?

Or Liv, who you tried to k*ll?

Stop this, Theo! This
has gone far enough!

Oh, no. I'm just getting started.

Oh, my god! Let me out of this thing!

Let me out!

- Ah!
- Oh, no. No, no. This is...

This is perfect. I call it...

The trial of the mother

of the f*cking decade.

I know I haven't been perfect.

[Sobs] But... no one is.

But you're perfect for this.

And I'm gonna leave you here,
where you can be admired,

which is all you ever
f*ckin' really wanted, right?

- Oh, no! Theo, the k*ller!
- You mean you?

If you survive the night,
it'll confirm you're the k*ller.

And I will deal with you in the morning.

- No!
- And if you die,

then you're innocent of everything

but being a vile human being

and k*lling O'Keefe!

- [Sonorous vibration]
- [Clinking]

"Dear Ms. Galloway, we
are pleased to offer you

"a residency at the Giovanni gallery,

"during which time you can expand

on your kidnapping-focused art."

Oh!

My god.

Yes!

[Laughs] Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

[Sighs]

Uh...

This is great news.

[Spencer clucks]

Making money off your pain?

Parading the family tragedy?

Trotting it out like
a f*cking tarted-up pig

so people will think you're an artist?

You're pathetic.

[Tense instrumental music]

I know.

- Don't go!
- Bye, ma!

Please...

No... [crying]

Come back!

Don't leave me here!

I don't wanna die!

Someone!

Help me!

[Florence cries]

[Unsettling instrumental music]