Chapelwaite (2021) s01e03 Episode Script

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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 killed 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 killed
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 bitches.
Not so tough now, eh, Boone?
Get outta town, Boone!
Take your shit 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 kill
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 killer.
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.