Chapelwaite (2021) s01e05 Episode Script

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Between my father
and the Boones.
He was their attorney.
You knew he worked
for my uncle and cousin?
Jakub never loses a lamb.
- I'm not goin' back.
- Oh, sweetheart.
You never left.
One of them came to me today.
They know where I am.
They know about you
and our baby.
Your father,
there's a weight on him.
I've seen it before.
It's what drove Phillip
and Stephen crazy
My father isn't mad!
Charles, no!
Charles, may I be frank?
Yes, of course.
Are the children and I
in danger
from you?
Why are you not
hunting Stephen Boone!?
Because he's dead, Rose.
Stephen played me for a fool.
He put my family in peril.
I need to hunt him down
before he hurts anyone else.
My cousin Stephen is living
inside the walls of this house.
I'm gonna to capture him
before he can do any more harm.
Such a beautiful gift.
Your mother has fine taste.
I know that you're sad.
And angry.
You must feel very alone,
don't you?
I know loneliness, too.
Stay away from her!
No!
Phillip Boone is alive.
He attacked Mary Dennison.
Phillip Boone is dead!
You there!
- Jakub has the answers.
- What answers?
To that madness you feel
growing inside of you.
He wants to see you,
tomorrow,
in Jerusalem's Lot.
No!
Hurry! Hurry!
Father?
Father!
Stop!
Boone! Stop!
What have you done?
It's coming, Silence.
I can't stop it.
Put the knife down.
I'm not crazy.
Just put the knife down.
I've seen it.
What have you seen?
The coming of the dark.
That book is corrupt, Father.
Look at what
it's done to you!
I had to get the worms out.
I couldn't allow
the ones I love
to suffer this future.
Give me the book.
- Drop the knife, Father.
- Silence.
Drop it.
I'm sending you to God
before God dies.
What did Stephen say to you?
Did he say anything
about Jakub?
Answer me, Loa.
He said I could see Mother.
Well, that's a lie.
What he's saying to you
isn't true.
How do you know?
He's different than us.
What does that mean?
He said
he could make me well.
Oh, he can't.
Loa
Stephen is a deceiver.
Remember, your mother and I
spoke to you about such people.
On ship and in port.
He's not a stranger.
He's family.
It doesn't matter.
He's preying on your weakness.
Why is missing Mother
a weakness?
Forgetting her is worse.
No one's forgotten about her.
I see the way
you look at Rebecca.
No woman could ever take
the place of your mother,
nor would I
ever ask that of you.
I'm your father.
It's my job to protect you.
And I can't do that
if you disobey my orders.
Stay away from Stephen Boone.
He means you harm.
Could he do
any worse than this?
We're leaving soon.
Get packed.
How is she?
Stephen's manipulating her.
To what end, I don't know.
She said nothing about Jakub?
I saw that name
in those letters I found
between the Boones
and my father.
I know of Jerusalem's Lot.
It was my great-grandfather's
mining town.
People tell stories
about James Boone
and those
who used to live there,
mostly to scare the kids.
I thought it was abandoned.
How do I get there?
I can take you.
It's a half day's ride.
A couple years ago, I started
driving lumber up there
for Phillip and Stephen.
I was told to leave it
outside town.
Never collected money
or saw anyone.
Father, you saw
what that girl did.
Let's leave this place.
Able, Rebecca,
may I have a moment, please?
Of course.
Rebecca?
Honor.
You've seen me
less than myself.
I'm really very concerned
about my condition,
how that might affect yo
and Loa, Tane.
If this Jakub has answers,
I need to hear them.
Don't worry about your father.
I'll look after him.
Promise me you'll
take care of yourself, too.
Of course.
Children, I'll come for you
at the boarding house.
Mind Rebecca.
Watch each other
until I return.
Be careful.
I will.
Honor
Rebecca
I can never repay you.
We'll expect you
back tomorrow.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Rebecca Morgan
says Phillip Boone
was in this room last night.
She saw him attack Mary.
Phillip Boone is dead,
George.
Says who?
Elizabeth Cloris?
From the lack of bruising
around the punctures,
I'd almost say that
they were bites of some sort.
But not human.
She never complained
about these wounds?
No.
The position
is either very lucky
or quite strategic.
For what?
Bloodletting.
How could I have missed
these before?
You weren't meant
to find them.
Mother? Come on in.
Rebecca. Hello, children.
Hello, Mrs. Morgan.
Go on upstairs.
Second door on your right.
Make yourselves at home.
What's going on?
We needed a place
to stay for a few days.
Where's their father?
He's riding
for Jerusalem's Lot.
Why is he doing that?
What's out there?
This will sound mad,
but it's not just
Phillip Boone who's alive.
Stephen is, too.
Charles saw him
alive last night.
Father and son
faked their death
and are living in the walls
of Chapelwaite.
I need to see
those letters I gave you,
the ones between Father
and the Boones.
Why are the farms
around here all abandoned?
I don't know.
They weren't
a few years back.
Rebecca mentioned stories
about my great-grandfather.
What have you heard?
People in Preacher's Corners
can't make up their minds
about James Boone.
I heard he was a killer.
A ghost.
Even the devil himself.
Alice?
Are you all right?
I hate God.
He's wicked and cruel.
He takes my babies,
but delivers one
to the undeserving
like Faith Pringle.
It's natural
to question your faith,
but you shouldn't compare
your situation to others.
It's unbecoming.
You know,
I wonder, Martin,
why you let Marcella Boone
into our home.
You need to stop this.
Marcella Boone was not
the cause of the illness.
I understand that you refuse
to accuse blindly, God forbid,
but must you
defend so blindly?
I never wanted that cursed
child around my babies.
I begged you.
But you let her.
The children
adored her, Alice.
I am not gonna have you
continuously blame me for
Say it.
Say it, Martin.
For the murder
of our children.
I could love that child,
if it were ours.
Even with all its ugliness,
I could still love it.
Did you stray, Martin?
Is it your child?
It is.
Last night,
people from Jerusalem's Lot
came to Chapelwaite.
What people?
No one's lived there
for decades.
They do now.
They came with a message
for Charles.
It seems this man named Jakub
wants to meet with him.
Whoever this Jakub is,
he wields the power of God
over these people.
That's why I wanted to look
at these letters again.
I saw his name
somewhere amongst them.
Here it is. Jakub.
It appears this Jakub
contacted Father
in regards to a book:
De Vermis Mysteriis.
Heh. It's a peculiar name.
It's Latin.
"Mysteries of the Worm."
Mrs. Boone?
It's George Dennison.
- Help! Mother, please!
- Mrs. Boone?
- Stop! Go away!
- Help!
Leave here!
You can't save them!
Please, Mother, no!
No!
Mr. Boone!
Hello!
There it is,
Mister Boone.
Jerusalem's Lot.
This is as far
as I ever came.
You can see
the old church up there.
They fixed that up
with Boone timber.
Able, would you please ride
back to Preacher's Corners?
Keep an eye on my family
until I return.
- Mister Boone, I can come
- No.
Thank you.
I'm here for Jakub.
It says here Father brought
Jakub to Maine
for a meeting
against the Boones' wishes.
This was two years ago.
Mother?
What is it?
What's that?
A letter I received from
your father's second wife.
I don't understand.
What does that
have to do with any of this?
She wanted to know
if I'd reconciled
with your father.
She hadn't seen
nor heard from him
since he left
for business in Maine.
So, Father set
his meeting in Maine
and never made it back
to New York?
You'll be safe here, Mary.
I love you.
Sleep now.
Loa?
What's wrong?
Is it Father?
I want to go back
to the island.
I want to be
with our people.
Father will take us back.
After this, he won't stay.
Yes, he will.
He likes her.
Who?
Who do you think? Rebecca.
We all do.
Enough to call her "Mother"?
Stop causing trouble.
She's never been anything
but good to you.
But she's a liar.
She doesn't care
about any of us.
Stop it, Loa.
That's not true.
Read for yourself.
What is it?
It's Rebecca's writings.
It's about us.
We're all in it.
She thinks we're cursed
and Father's mad.
The only reason why she came
to Chapelwaite
was to write
that stupid story.
I wish you
hadn't taken this.
Rebecca, I want you
to come back home now.
Enough is enough.
There's no story worth
putting your life in jeopardy.
It's more than that.
If it's the children,
they're not
your responsibility.
Charles Boone is capable
of taking care of
It's him, isn't it?
You have feelings for him.
I have feelings
for all of them.
Does he share your affection?
I don't know.
But he's the most
interesting story
that's ever
come into my life.
He's a Boone.
They are surrounded
by misfortune.
Any sort of life with him
would be impossible.
Good evening, Ann. Rebecca.
I'm here to check
on Faith Pringle.
She's upstairs.
Thank you.
He'll see you now.
What did Alice say?
She said that I had, um,
I had destroyed her,
and that she hoped
to do the same for me.
Then we have even
more reason to leave.
Yes. I have to tell
my congregation.
We don't have time.
They confess their sins to me.
What kind of a man am I if
I don't confess mine to them?
You gave Alice the truth.
You deserve the same.
You know I'm not entirely
innocent, Martin.
I told you I'm an orphan.
It should be no surprise
I survived my teens
as a prostitute,
in New Bedford.
I knew many men.
But one was unknowable.
His name was Jakub
and he terrified me.
The night we met,
I'm sure he meant to kill me,
but he didn't.
He needed food,
and I fed him.
He needed shelter
and I provided.
Jakub showed me many things.
He shared his faith
in what he called
"the original god."
- There is only one God.
- And before Him?
Before Jesus, before Satan,
before "let there be light,"
there was another
who ruled in darkness
with no judgment.
Jakub called him The Worm,
and he was
on a quest to raise Him.
I followed Jakub
on his quest to Maine.
To Jerusalem's Lot.
And soon
others like him arrived.
Come closer, whaler.
Those like Jakub,
they brought
their own followers.
They live at night
and drink blood to survive.
Hear me, Martin.
Put aside everything
you thought you knew.
Jakub and his kind are undead.
I don't
I don't believe you.
How can you not believe these?
You said that those were
from a childhood pox.
I lied.
I lied.
We humans were food.
Each scar is where
they fed on me,
and I allowed it.
Drained of blood and floating
on the brink of death,
never crossing,
but coming back to heal,
is a pleasure
that I cannot describe
Stop it! Stop it!
I have the tickets.
We'll leave tomorrow.
Sit.
You are afraid.
I'm no stranger to death.
Is that what you think I am?
Death?
I don't know what you are.
I am many things.
Draugr.
Nosferatu.
Revenant.
Where I come from,
it is Vampire.
The undead.
Yes.
I never
believed you were real,
no more than a mermaid
or a sea serpent.
All sorts of things
live in the shadows.
You fear light?
We prefer dark.
- And the Christian god?
- No need for him.
We have our own gods.
Why am I here, Jakub?
The miner
who founded this town
unearthed a stolen text
that was not meant
for your kind.
Call it our Bible.
De Vermis Mysteriis.
You speak of
my great-grandfather?
James Boone thought he could
harness our book's power.
With arrogance,
he wrote his name
with blood in its pages,
damning himself and
every Boone thereafter.
Blood calls blood.
Indeed.
When my quest for this text
brought me here,
I recognized the madness
in your relations.
Phillip, Stephen,
they had the book.
I want it back.
Well, why don't you
get it from them?
I suspect they prefer
the dark, as you do.
Oh, they do now.
I fed them my blood,
made them one of us
in exchange for the book.
But when they went
to retrieve it,
they could not find it,
claimed it was stolen.
Locating it
proved impossible.
- Why?
- Because they are undead.
No longer human.
Only living Boones
hear its call.
No?
The worms?
All that you believe
is madness,
that is my book calling you.
I would have killed your uncle
and cousin for their failure,
but they pled like dogs,
telling me of another Boone
who shared their curse.
They brought you here
to follow your madness,
to find the book
that we cannot.
And if I return it to you
You free yourself
and your children,
and your children's
children, et al.
Tell me what I have to do.
Listen to its cry.
Stop fighting.
When the book speaks,
invite it in.
Surrender and
De Vermis Mysteriis
will lead you to it.
Your uncle and cousin will want
the book for themselves.
Deliver it to me
and only me.
I can't help you.
I know where
that madness leads.
I'd rather die here, now,
than to risk
hurting my family.
Help me, Charles Boone!
You know me.
Help me, please!
You harm them and I swear
you'll never see that book.
Please, please don't kill me.
Release them.
I'll do what you want.
Oh, whaler. What mercy
did you show Leviathan?
No!
- No!
- No more!
Mr. Boone! No!
I'll find your book!
No!
No!
- No! No!
- No!
Once you hold that book,
it will sear its way
into your soul,
showing you things
you will wish
you could forget.
Cling to these words, whaler.
Only I can save you.
Go.
- Where's Loa?
- In the kitchen.
She's not in the kitchen.
I was just there.
We don't want
to be in your story.
What?
Loa found your writings.
Do you mean everything
you say about us?
- It's meant to be fiction.
- It doesn't read like fiction.
- And we're not cursed.
- I know.
You're no different
than the people in town.
At least
they say it to our face.
I'm so sorry I hurt you.
That was never my intention.
But, right now,
we need to find Loa.
Come on.
Phillip!
She's mine now.
Mary?
Mary?
My father taught me to play.
And I taught Marcella.
You took her toys out.
I miss my daughter.
Come on!
She's upstairs!
There's no greater sorrow
for a parent
than to lose a child.
Wait! Honor, Honor! Wait.
Loa?
Loa!