Winter Witch, The (2022)

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Winter Witch, The (2022)

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- All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by.

All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by.

All I ask is a tall ship

and a star to sail her by.

Is that enough?

(laughing)

- [Director] Yeah.

'Can I keep this? 'Cause

this is written by Richard.

I can frame this, couldn't I?

- [Director] Yep, that's

how it'll all begin.

- [Leslie Grantham]

Hello Princess.

(wind whooshing)

(tense music)

(wind whooshing)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(wind whooshing)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Are you watching the news?

It's happened

again. Another one.

Can you meet?

- [Ingrid] Sure.

Give me an hour.

- Make it 30.

(tense music)

(people chattering)

Peace offering.

- Something like that.

I know what you're

gonna ask me to do.

- Oh. Your job.

You're a reporter, so report.

- Ronnie, I-

- We're in trouble, Ingrid.

The wolves are at

the door, internet.

It's about to finish us

off unless we stay ahead.

I know. We didn't see it coming.

Should have.

Should have,

would've, could have.

- Things are different now.

I've got Eleanor to think about.

- You're the only

one that can do this.

You're the only one with

the inside knowledge.

How long is it?

- 20 Years?

- 20 Years.

Maybe some good can

come of this for you.

Cathartic.

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

- Manipulate me.

Don't bullshit me.

- When you've been this game

as long as I have, Ingrid,

you get to know people.

We need this exclusive.

I'm not gonna lie.

I wouldn't send you back

in there if I didn't care.

Talk it over with Frank.

- Frank and I aren't-

- Okay then,

talk it over with Eleanor then.

She's the sensible one anyway.

(dramatic music)

Her mother's daughter.

(dramatic music)

- Geography?

- History.

- Good girl.

Hey, what do you think about

going away for a few days?

- Where to?

- [Ingrid] The countryside.

- Like for an actual

holiday or for work again?

- Can it be both?

- That's what you

said last time.

- Well, this time

would be different.

You can explore during

the day while I work,

and we can bring the laptop,

watch movies in the

evening by the fire.

- The laptop?

There's no television there?

- No, not there.

Back in time.

- Somewhere you've been before?

- Els, there's something

that I need to tell you.

- What is it?

(tense music)

- Where we are going...

Where we're going is where your

great-grandmother used to live.

- We're going to see Omi?

- No, no.

Omi has not been well for years.

- So then why are we

going? Because she's sick.

- No.

Have you seen anything on the

news about those children?

(dramatic music)

- Well, that happened

near Omi's house.

And when I was younger,

something similar happened.

- Huh?

- My sister

and my mom.

- What is it? What

are you afraid of?

Don't you want to go?

We don't have to go

if you don't want to.

- I'm sorry.

You know I hate doing

this in front of you.

How did you get to

be so wonderful?

My little blonde miracle.

- If you think it'll

help, then we'll go.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. Just me and you.

- I'll look after

you. I promise.

- And I'll look

after you. I promise.

(wind whooshing)

(upbeat festive music)

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(upbeat festive music)

(upbeat festive music)

(upbeat festive music)

(people chattering)

- Good evening.

- Hi.

I'm looking for Ronnie Taylor.

- Certainly, sir. Follow me.

(dramatic opera music)

(people chattering)

- [Speaker] And you look like

you've done well for yourself.

- [Speaker] I'm

sorry about Madison.

- [Speaker] Yeah, me too.

- Ingrid. - You've been

looking out for her.

- Hey, it's me.

- Hey. I was hoping you'd call.

I saw the news.

I didn't know if I should...

Is everything okay?

How's Els?

- We're okay.

- Can I talk to her?

Can I say goodnight?

- No, she was tired.

She's gone to bed.

She was doing her-

- History homework.

It's always history

on a Tuesday.

- Listen, we're going

away for a few days.

- Where to?

Ingrid?

- Back there.

- Is this Ronnie

making you do this?

You can't go back there.

Not after what happened. And

I won't let you take Els.

- Frank, I have sole custody.

I don't need your permission.

I'm letting you

know as a courtesy.

- You're letting me

know as a courtesy

that you're taking our daughter

back to where that happened.

- I can't talk to you

when you're like this.

This is exactly why I

needed space, Frank.

- Is everything okay?

Why are you shouting?

- Is that her?

Can I talk to her?

- It's just work.

Go back up and I'll tuck you in.

- Are you sure?

- I'll be right up.

- And you really couldn't

let me say goodnight to her.

I can't talk you

out of this, can I?

Look, I'll call you tomorrow.

- No, I'll call you tomorrow.

We'll be traveling,

I don't know...

- I'll call you tomorrow.

- Good night, Frank.

(dramatic music)

- [Speaker] Things

have changed, Eric.

I'm getting sick to the

back teeth of hearing it.

(indistinct).

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(car whirring)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(car whirring)

- Is this it?

- This is it.

The rest of the way

we take on foot.

- We don't have to

do this, you know.

There was a hotel just up

the road. We can stay there.

- Come on.

It'll be just fine.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

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(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- How old is this place?

- Old enough.

(frightening music)

- [Nigel] Gruesome, innit, huh?

- I think it has a

certain charm about it,

which is more than

what I can say for you.

- And you, you must be Eleanor.

Nigel Mortimer, I'm a

good friend of your mum's.

- Are you a reporter too?

- Well, yes I am.

What a lovely young thing.

- What are you doing here

other than trespassing?

- Am I?

Well,

this place has been empty

for a very long time,

but I'm sure you can

fill me in on the detail.

- It's still my

family's property.

- Had trouble off

loading it, have you ?

- What do you want?

- Just following a lead,

Ingrid. Same as you go.

- Go follow another one.

Come on Els. Let's go inside.

- Look, look, look

I didn't mean to-

- Don't bullshit her.

- I've got a

proposition for you.

I just want talk

to you about it.

- I'm not interested.

- You haven't even heard it yet.

- She said she's not interested.

- Come on. Let's go

inside and get unpacked.

- Look, look, are you still

on the same phone number?

I'll give you a call later.

- Please don't.

- It's just business, Ingrid.

It's just business.

I heard you could deal with it.

It's just business.

(tense music)

- This is nice.

- No one's been here in a while.

Not since.

(uplifting music)

- I think we need

to go shopping.

- That's okay.

There's somewhere we

need to go anyway.

(uplifting music)

(door clicking)

- So it is true.

You did come back.

- I had to.

- And did you come

back because you heard

about my accident,

or because it was happening

again, because of her.

- You know, sometimes the

longer you leave something,

the harder it gets to come back.

But I had to come back, Omi.

- And are you going

to write about it,

or right a wrong?

- I don't think what happened

that night can be fixed.

- Perhaps not.

That night will never leave me.

Once upon a time.

Once upon a time

in a little old

house in the woods

lived a woman called

Ingeborg Hoffman.

It was a cold,

snowy winter's day,

Christmas Eve, and her

family were visiting her.

Her daughter Rosemary,

her son-in-law Lucas

and their daughters,

Hannah and Ingrid.

It was going to be the

perfect Christmas Eve.

While Rosemary and Lucas

were making hot chocolate

in the kitchen, Ingeborg

sat with her beloved

granddaughters by the fire.

"Omi, Omi,

please tell us a story.

And can we have a scary one?"

So I said, "All

right, just the one.

And then it's bedtime."

And I told you the story,

the curse of Frau Perchta.

The most feared and

terrifying witch of the area.

How she would capture

badly behaved children,

lip their stomachs

open and fill them

with pebbles and straw.

And you said to me, how do

I know so much about her?

And I whispered,

"Because I too survived

as a little girl in Germany."

- I couldn't sleep that night.

That story terrified me.

I left Hannah and

went downstairs to

get a glass of milk.

And that's when I heard it.

- Hannah didn't believe.

And you did.

That is why she went for her.

I remember your parents

running up the stairs,

but it was too late.

And your mother started

to stop her from leaving,

and she k*lled her too.

As your father sat,

cradling her in his arms

during her final breaths,

you and I ran into the

forest, into the night.

But you have forgotten

my parting words to you.

- No, I remember.

- Run.

Run and never stop running

and don't come back.

- Three children are dead.

(tense music)

- Please tell me you

didn't bring her.

- It was the only thing

left in the snack machine.

(Omi speaking foreign language)

- Omi, this is Eleanor.

Your great-granddaughter.

- You stupid, stupid child.

- Is everything okay?

- Hey everything's okay, honey.

You go to the car, okay?

- Are you sure?

- Do as your mother

says. Go, get out.

- Omi!

- And you too.

Go.

Go! And never come back!

(tense music)

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(birds chirping)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Sorry baby.

- Where did you go?

- I was just thinking about Omi.

I'm sorry you had to see

that. She isn't well.

- It's okay.

- It's not though, is it?

None of this is okay.

I shouldn't have

brought us here.

- I said I didn't mind

coming. And I meant it.

(birds chirping)

- How'd you get so good at that?

- We're survivors, aren't we?

- We are.

- It's okay if you

wanna talk about it.

Mom?

- When I was your age,

my sister Hannah, who was

three years younger than me...

We would come here

every Christmas.

Every Christmas, without fail

with mom and dad to see Omi.

Always the same.

Around that fire,

the same record on.

The same sweets and chocolates.

The same smells.

(dramatic music)

Sometimes I think, what if we

didn't ask to hear a story?

Would she have heard us?

Would she have heard

Omi that night?

- Frau Perchta?

- Yeah.

But she cursed this family

long before that night.

That's why Omi knew

so much about her.

She survived her as a child.

Ask her where she

got those scars,

and she'll never

tell another soul.

Not after that night.

Perchta told her,

"Your scars have the

power to remind you

that the past is real.

Never forget who gave

you the greatest."

And she never did.

That night Omi told me,

in the woods, to never return.

I lost my entire

family that night.

Everyone I ever loved.

- Not everyone.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

- Are you hungry?

- Always.

- What do you fancy?

- Pasta.

- Obviously.

Come on then, Mini Moo.

- Okay.

Do you miss me tonight

Are you feeling

less than bright

I'm just fine, you see

Nothing's bugging me

Not in the least of time

Are you feeling down of late

Is the cat your only date

I am not quite done

with that meal for one

Or that picture at

our kissing gate

I've quite forgotten

How we've danced

away the Spring

No recollection

(roof banging)

Of the song

you'd always sing

So I'm sorry if you miss me

- It's okay, you stay here.

It's okay. You stay here.

Okay?

(tense music)

Without you

(tense music continues)

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(tense music continues)

(frightening music)

- Jesus.

- I'm sorry. I was scared.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

We're safe. There's no one here.

Dessert and a movie?

Here? Come on.

(frightening music)

Look inside of your heart

You might find that we fit

together quite perfectly

How long, how long

'Till our hearts

can sing one song

(tense music)

(cheerful festive singing)

(ominous voice whispering)

(cheerful festive singing)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

- Perchta?

Is that you?

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

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(tense music continues)

(ominous voice whispering)

(wind whooshing)

(frightening music)

(door banging)

- [Eleanor] Mom?

- You're all right.

Go back to sleep.

- [Eleanor] Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

My room is just cold.

You don't mind, do you?

- [Eleanor] No.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(birds chirping)

(door banging)

(glass shattering)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(frightening music)

(frightening music)

- Are you okay?

- I wanted a glass of milk,

but I dropped the glass.

- Don't worry.

Mind the glass,

I'll clean it up.

- I'll do it.

(Ingrid gasping)

(tense music)

(glass cracking)

(door knocking)

(birds chirping)

(door banging)

(door banging)

- So it's true.

- Claire?

Claire Chandler, is that you?

- You know it f*cking is.

What the f*ck are

you doing back here?

- What?

I came because-

- Your family?

Haven't you done enough damage?

How many more, Ingrid? How

many more people have to die?

I bet she's still

alive, isn't she?

I hope she rots!

Why are you back here in

this house of all places?

- Keep your voice down.

My child is asleep upstairs.

- Well, lucky f*cking you.

- Oh God.

It was your son.

- My son.

His blood is on your hands.

- Claire, please.

Why don't you come inside?

We can sit and talk.

You're upset.

- Sit and talk for one of your

stories? I don't think so.

Nobody wants you here.

We don't want you here.

That's what I'm

here to say. Leave.

Leave this town, leave my

family and leave my daughter.

She's all we've got left.

You leave me with something.

- Who was that?

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(fire crackling)

(birds chirping)

(ominous voice whispering)

(ominous voice whispering)

- I really do not appreciate

you coming here like this.

It is not graceful.

But then I never had you down

as a man of much decorum.

- Look, I'm just trying to help.

Your family has suffered

enough over the years

because of this story.

- Story?

You think this is a story?

- Well, that's what

it is. Isn't it?

- The legend of Frau Perchta

is as real as you and me

sat here right now.

I can assure you.

(Nigel laughs)

- So are you trying to

tell me that she's here

in the room with us now?

- Come on.

- You would do well

not to mock, Mr. Mortimer.

She will not take kindly to it.

- Well, I no longer a child.

I'm a grown up, and I

don't scare so easily.

- And if you think she

only takes children,

you are making a grave error.

(tense music)

(tense music)

- Hello.

Hi, is this Mrs. Ward?

Hi, can you put me through

to the morgue please?

I'll hold.

Oh, Paul. Hi Paul.

My name is Ingrid,

Ingrid Hoffman.

Would it be okay to

ask you some questions

on your friend, Ben.

Ben Chandler.

I was wondering if I

could get some information

on case number YXTZ-12?

And has he been into the office

since that note was

left on his desk?

Please let me know if

anything upsets you.

I was wondering, when was the

last time that you saw Ben?

I was wondering if you

could gimme some information

on the cause of death?

Oh, hi, is that Mrs. Ward?

Did you see anyone

suspicious in the area?

Did you see any, I don't

know, anything suspicious?

Anything that looked

out of the ordinary?

Well, I am the media and I

don't have enough information.

I'm a journalist.

I'm writing about the recent

death of Ben Chandler.

Is there any information

that's not classified

in relation to the case?

I'm just trying

to obviously help

and find out who's responsible.

I believe he was your neighbour.

Could you tell me a

bit more about... a bit

more about him?

Could you tell me the last

time that you saw him?

Okay, all right. Thank

you for your time.

Useless.

(plate screeching)

- Hey.

- Did you have a good day?

What did you get up to?

- I went for a

walk in the forest.

- I hope you didn't go too far.

Always make sure you

can see the house.

- I made a friend.

- Okay, great. Who?

- She said her name was Natalie.

- Okay, cool.

- She's all right, I guess.

- Where'd you meet? She

was just in the woods.

- I think she was on a walk,

but she's gonna come by tomorrow

and we're gonna

explore together.

- Well, tell her to

come in and say hi.

- Okay.

(birds chirping)

(wind whooshing)

- So where are you guys from?

- We're from West London.

- Is this like

completely different?

- It's a lot more

peaceful. And it's quieter.

- How long will

you guys be here?

- I'm not sure. My mom

was working on a story.

- She's a writer, right?

- A journalist.

- So cool.

What's it about?

- Not sure if I'm

supposed to say.

- Is it about what

happened here?

- What do you mean?

- Everyone in the village

knows what happened here.

Must get quite creepy at night.

I wouldn't wanna sleep here.

Do you wanna see

where it happened?

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music)

Do you have any

brothers or sisters?

- No. Do you?

I had a brother.

- Had?

- He d*ed.

- Oh my God. I'm so sorry.

- Why? It's not

your fault, is it?

- What?

- It's not your fault

my brother d*ed, is it?

You, your family?

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- Don't play dumb.

The three kids that d*ed here,

the ones your mom

is writing about.

One of them was my brother.

And you know how he d*ed?

It was her.

It was Frau Perchta trying to

bring her back to the village.

I know your mom is the

girl from the story.

The one that got away.

- I don't know what

you're talking about.

- So don't play f*cking dumb.

My brother said

because your mom-

- That's not true.

- Family cursed this village.

Now she's going come for you.

(ominous voice whispering)

You can run but you can't hide!

Not from her. Not

from Frau Perchta.

(tense music)

(ominous voice whispering)

No.

Please don't hurt me.

I brought her here

for. I did it for you.

(frightening music)

(Natalie screaming)

(tense music)

(door banging)

- What is it?

Els, what on earth's happened?

Where?

Stay here.

- No, don't leave me!

- I'm coming right

back. I promise.

I'll be right back. Okay?

I'll be back. I'm

coming right back.

- Okay.

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

- Is that you?

It's been a long time!

(frightening music)

(frightening music)

(frightening music)

- How are you holding up?

The family has been informed.

Tragic.

Only last week her brother.

All these years, without

anything like this.

Not since your...

And then you return

and so do the killings.

- I returned because

of the killings.

- And how exactly do you

plan to explain this?

The young girl, Natalie.

- What do you want me to say?

- Well, whatever it is,

I'll need you to come to the

station tomorrow morning,

give a formal statement.

Aren't you brave?

Coming back here

after what happened.

- It's just a house.

- Oh, it's way more

than that, isn't it?

This is a very old house,

and old houses tend to

have a lot of secrets.

I'm gonna recommend

you take your kid.

- Eleanor.

- Eleanor.

- Eleanor.

- Eleanor,

and go stay at the hotel

in the village tonight.

It's not appropriate

for her to be here.

Get away from it for the night.

Will do you some

good, clear your head.

And then you can stop by

the station on your way

to pick up your things.

- Pick up my things?

- Folks around here are

sensitive with your family name.

What's going on.

- What are you saying?

Are you threatening

me, detective?

- Do you hear me

threatening you?

- I'm a journalist.

It's my job to read

between the lines.

- There is nothing for

you here, Ms. Hoffman.

I'll see you in the morning.

I'm sure we'll be able to get

things wrapped up promptly.

Get you on your way.

These woods are no

place for a child.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

They should have let it burn.

(tense music)

(wind whooshing)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(water splashing)

(birds chirping)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(frightening music)

(frightening music)

(ominous voice whispering)

(ominous screaming)

- Els, why don't you go play

in the orchard for a bit?

Don't go any further.

Make sure I can see you.

- Are you sure you'll be okay?

- We'll be okay.

- Go on. It'll be fine.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- I'm so sorry.

I can't begin to imagine

what you're going through.

- But you can, can't you.

She took them from

you too. Your family.

- But not my children.

No parent should ever

have to bury a child.

(branch clicking)

- Is someone there?

You're not supposed to be

here. How did you find us?

- I just wanted to

see you. I'm worried.

Your mum. She's not

answering the phone.

Is she all right? Are you okay?

- What'd you want?

- She told you, didn't she?

She told you what

happened here to her.

Did you go and see her?

Did you go and see Omi?

- She's sick.

- Yeah, well,

she's been sick for a long time.

- No, she's really sick.

- Look Els. You have

to make her see sense.

We've got to get out of here.

All of us, together.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm

not trying to upset you.

But if she told you

what happened here,

are you not scared?

No. Of course you're not.

But I mean it, Els,

if any of it's true,

you're both in danger.

Els, look it's me. Come on.

Els. Did something happen?

What happened?

- I can't talk about it.

- Why can't you talk about it?

- I never really

believed it back then.

We all thought your

grandmother was mad,

and it must run in the family.

We used to joke about it.

Me and the other kids.

But no one's laughing

now, are they?

I believe you.

How can we stop her?

- Many have tried, I'm sure.

She's existed for

centuries. Millennia.

- But why here?

Why your family, this village?

- She followed Omi.

- I'm really sorry

for what I said.

I didn't mean it about Omi.

God, I hope she didn't hear it.

Your daughter.

- I should check on her.

Jesus Christ.

- It's true. It's all true,

and it's happening again?

- I need to go. She told

me not to talk about it.

- To talk about what?

Eleanor! Eleanor!

Eleanor!

Eleanor!

- I told you to stay away.

- I was worried.

- What about, Frank? I looked

after myself before you.

I can look after

myself after you.

I can look after both

of us, me and Eleanor.

What the hell is your problem?

- You're my f*cking

problem. You and her.

- You said we can move past it.

- Yeah, well, I

guess that was just

another thing I was wrong about.

- This house is not

safe for you or Eleanor,

and you know it, and that's

why you weren't here.

- Jesus Christ.

How long have you been

following me this time?

- Look, we can leave now.

We can get in the

car and we can go.

- I have to stay.

We have to finish this.

- It's finished. It's over.

Goodnight Vienna.

They're all dead, Ingrid.

Your sister, your

mum and your dad.

They're all f*cking dead!

- Goodbye, Frank.

(hospital machines beeping)

- I wondered if you might come.

- It needs to end.

I need to know how

to break the curse.

- The curse of Frau Perchta.

And here was I thinking

you were the wicked one.

- I love them both.

Please. You must know.

- You think because I survived?

No one survives Frau

Perchta, not in the end.

This is not a fairy tale.

There is no happy ever after.

You cannot come riding in

here on your white stallion.

- I want to save my family.

- Oh. How noble.

Pity you didn't think of

that 18 months ago when...

- For Eleanor.

Please, Omi.

What is it?

(thunder creaking)

(wind whooshing)

(door knocking)

- What are you doing here?

- Look, I know you hate me

and I hate myself.

I've let you and Eleanor down

and betrayed you.

My best friend.

- You've got two minutes.

(rain trickling)

Well?

- I love you.

And I love Eleanor.

I can't live without my family.

- Well, you should have

thought about that before.

- Look, I know what shitty

thing I done to you,

but I was lonely and

you were never there.

I used to phone and phone.

You and that bloody job.

- So it's my fault.

Jesus, why are you so needy?

Big deal, I missed

a few of your calls.

I was working.

I worked hard to make

a name for myself

so that people could look

up to me and not gossip

about what happened

to me and my family.

You don't understand.

- I can imagine.

- Why are you here?

(birds chirping)

- I went to see Omi.

- What?

- I went to see Omi.

- You shouldn't have done

that. She's not well.

- I'm not just gonna stand back

and watch my family disappear.

- There is nothing

that we can do.

Perchta can't be k*lled.

- No, but she can be wounded.

(tense music)

- What are you talking about?

(tense music)

- What is it? It's

Eleanor, isn't it?

She's the key.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it is Eleanor

that Frau Perchta wants.

It is the natural order.

Eleanor is the only one

who can lift the curse.

(tense music)

And I will not let

you put at risk.

- Tell me.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, very well.

The legend of Frau Perchta

goes back many centuries

and will continue for many more,

because she cannot be k*lled.

She is immortal.

- But?

- But she can be wounded

by the wood of a

special evergreen tree.

And legend has it that

once she is wounded,

she will disappear for 12 years.

And when she comes back,

hopefully the curse

will be obliterated.

- How?

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Again, legend dictates

that Frau Perchta

will not persecute

those who wound her.

- So it has to be her.

It has to be Eleanor.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- But are you

willing to risk it?

Again?

- No.

I won't put her in

any more danger.

- Look, I love her too.

- She's all I have.

(dramatic music)

- I'll do it.

(dramatic music)

- Frau Perchta!

Are you sure this is going work?

- Omi said this is

our only chance.

- This is it.

- This is it.

- Frau Perchta!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Frau Perchta!

(ominous whispering)

(dramatic music)

(ominous whispering)

(dramatic music)

(ominous clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

(ominous screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Eleanor sobbing)

- Are you okay, darling?

It's okay. It's over now.

It's over.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Where were we going?

- Home.

Together.

- Together or not at all.

- Together or not at all.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(cheerful festive music)

(cheerful festive music)

(cheerful festive music)

(singing in foreign language)

(cheerful festive music)

(cheerful festive music)

(singing in foreign language)

(people chattering)

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- We did it.

Back on top where we belong.

- I did it, Ronnie.

And you are welcome.

- You did. Your exclusive.

You did it. Thank you, Ingrid.

So how you doing?

You still think about her?

- Every day for at

least 30 seconds.

She'll always be with me.

- I was so sorry

to hear about Omi.

- She carried on as

long as she could.

Our protector.

Without her, all

of this would...

- The way you wrote about her.

She's obviously quite the woman.

- She was.

To go on all those years

with that heartache,

but she carried on.

- Well, that's what any

of us would do, isn't it?

We march on. Anyway,

how's Eleanor?

- She's doing much better.

We all are.

- Good.

And you and Frank have

managed to work things out?

- We're getting there.

Little by little, day by day.

- Baby steps. Slow and

steady wins the race, hey?

Speaking of which. You

thought more about our offer?

The promotion.

You earned it fair and square.

I don't want to see it

passed over with Jonathan.

- You don't have to

ask me twice, Ronnie.

When do I start?

- I'm glad you asked.

- What is it?

- A novelist.

Harry Newman.

Found dead in his flat last week

in the south of

France by his agent.

Apparently lost his mind

and... stabbed himself

in the heart.

- Apparently.

- After seeing things,

Things that go

bump in the night.

Remember Ingrid, no

artist, no creator

ever sets forth without hope.

Even if the thing they

create appears to be carved

out of pitch black despair.

Cheers.

(dramatic music)

(glass clinking)

(uplifting music)

(cheerful festive music)

(dramatic music)
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