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- Miss Crimson Rose.
It is a pleasure to see you again finally
and a warm welcome to Black Rock Manor.
Sylus, take her things to her room.
- That's a rather nice suitcase for someone like you.
Is it borrowed?
- Ah, please excuse me, this is the mistress of the house,
my charming wife Eliza.
- How do you do Lady Whipley?
- It's madam to you.
- My apologies madam.
- Eliza, this is the fine young maid
we have been so eagerly awaiting,
Miss Cordetta Crimson Rose.
- Yes I could see she was the maid Harkin.
Besides, it's rather rare to get visitors
all the way out here.
I trust your journey was pleasant?
Well let's not waste my time standing around.
I'll give her the tour.
- I'd very much like that.
- It's not for you to like, it's a necessity.
I have many house rules I don't wish to repeat
more than once.
- I'll show her around Eliza.
- You shall certainly not Harkin.
You have matters to attend.
Come along Cordetta, darling.
The house has 32 rooms,
in time you will learn your way around
but you are not to go exploring.
Cordetta.
- What's on the top floor?
- That's the door to the attic.
The door's to remain locked at all times
and is out of bounds to you and the children.
Come along, I'll show you to your room.
- My goodness, this room is bigger than my father's house.
- I don't doubt it.
But it's not me you have to thank.
My husband looks far too kindly upon the servants
in this house, that wretched grounds keeper Sylus included.
- I hadn't expected this kindness from him.
- Harkin is stubborn in his demands
but believe me,
he does not know kindness.
Listen to me closely Cordetta
my husband is a sick man with an unhinged mind
and whilst he may seem all the more welcoming
compared to me, my duty is to run this house
and to raise our children,
tasks for which he offers little help.
His charm is but a trail of bread crumbs
which you'll be wise not to follow.
Mind your business while you're here.
You may enter Sylus.
You can start by unpacking her things.
Put what clothes she has in the wardrobe.
- Oh no, no please.
That's most kind but I'd rather unpack myself.
- Nonsense girl, you haven't got time to waste.
We've got a lot of ground to cover
and I want you started right away.
- Please be careful, that's very precious to me.
- What's that?
- My pocket watch.
- A broken pocket watch,
one more fit to belong to a rich man
rather than our young maid.
- Well what use is a broken pocket watch?
- It belonged to my brother.
It's very special to me and it's everything I have of him.
- Well as long as you have a functional time keeping device
to accompany it.
I run a strict schedule in this house
and I will not tolerate lateness.
Be careful with the rest of her clutter will you.
Children your father wishes me
to introduce you to our new maid.
Her name is Cordetta but you may call her
an english name if you prefer.
This is Agatha, Evelyn my youngest and my son Adriel.
- Pleasure to meet you children.
- But Mother she's black.
- She's your father's choice Agatha
and we must respect his decision.
He has asked you to make her feel welcome.
- Welcome?
But doesn't she know what happened here?
- Adriel!
- She soon will Hergdo still walks the halls at night.
- That's quite enough of your nonsense.
- Sorry Mother.
- Cordetta will serve supper at seven o'clock.
I want you to be at the table and waiting for prayer.
- Yes Mother.
- Now back to your studying.
Evelyn, I would like you to show Cordetta
back to her room, she has things to unpack.
- This is yours.
- Thank you Evelyn.
- It's not true you know, about the ghost?
They like to tease.
- I don't believe in ghosts Evelyn but if I did
they wouldn't scare me half as much as the living.
- I recognize that watch.
- Well I imagine it's a common make.
But to me it can't be replaced.
I apologize if I seemed rude before.
- It's not a common make.
I knew a man, a very wealthy nobleman,
who owned one peculiarly similar.
May I ask where your brother acquired it?
- No you may not.
Do not touch my things.
- You know the last maid died in that room.
- It's an old house, I'm sure lots of people died here.
- But how many were murdered?
- Murdered?
- It took a lot of hard work to clean the blood
from those floorboards,
even the room below, when the gore trickled through
drenched poor Adriel in his sleep.
You'd do well to steer clear of Lady Whipley
when she gets into a fit of jealous rage,
armed with a straight razor, she can be deadly.
- Get out.
- Of course.
The room's all yours.
Not long after my arrival
we were joined by a new member of the house.
Damien DeHaan was to be engaged to Agatha
at the stern request of Lady Whipley
and I soon became a part of this strange family
and a part of Black Rock Manor.
On the first day of every month
she would leave the house to visit her twin sister
who lived in the village far below
and she'd return with supplies,
everything the family might need.
It was merely days before my treasured pocket watch
went missing whilst I slept
and I suspected Sylus had entered my room at night
and stolen it from me.
They mustn't uncover the true reasons as to why I am here.
- Mother, it's Evelyn!
She's locked the door!
- Evelyn!
- It is Evelyn, the door won't open!
There's somebody in there with her!
- Out of my way!
Evelyn open the door!
Evelyn!
Stop it!
- Is she hurt?
- Evelyn you must tell me where all this bloods come from!
- There was a man and he was in my room!
- Who?
Oh Evelyn what man?
Who?
- I don't know!
- Where's Sylus?
Where's your father?
- I've no idea!
- Get your sister out of that bloody nightdress
and take her into the bathroom!
Lock your doors!
- Sh, sh, sh.
- Harkin! Harkin!
Where is Master Whipley?
- I haven't seen him since supper.
- Agatha.
- Who was he?
What did he say?
- I can't, I can't remember.
- Blood.
- Sylus what the devil is going on?
- A most mysterious occurrence ma'am.
I haven't a clue
- Get up!
My husband is gone you're going out to search the hillside.
Hurry girl!
You are to head out into the hills and find my husband.
Do not return without him is that understood?
- Finding Master Whipley on this dark winter's night
seems an impossible task ma'am.
We'd fare better to begin this search at daybreak.
- We'll freeze out there.
- You will not be welcomed back into this house
empty handed.
Evelyn, Evelyn, Evelyn.
Evelyn, you must tell me what happened.
- I don't remember.
I can't see his face.
- Who Evelyn?
Who bound you to the bed?
You must remember who's blood covered you.
- I said I don't.
- Then what was it that made you scream?
- I had a most frightening dream.
- A dream?
- That is all I know.
- You can tell me.
You know you can tell your mother anything.
- I just want to sleep.
I want to forget.
- You mustn't forget, tell me.
- I was small.
It was as if I were dreaming through the eyes of a child
wandering the halls of this house.
Except it wasn't this house, it was different.
- Evelyn, Evelyn you've gone silent.
- I'm sorry Mother.
I'm just so tired.
- Fine, you'll stay in your sister's room tonight.
You're not to be left alone.
- Lady Whipley, we've searched through the night
and found no trace of your husband.
It's as if he's completely vanished.
- A person cannot simply vanish.
- Please we are tired and need rest.
- And this house needs it's master.
- Perhaps he's fled ma'am.
Perhaps he doesn't wish to return.
- Then perhaps he can take his useless servants with him!
- What do you think has happened to Father?
- Perhaps he saw something that scared him so much
he had to run away.
- Or he saw a ghost.
- What are you?
Eight years old still?
- I know you've heard it too Agatha.
The girl crying in the night.
- Stop it.
- Footsteps awake me from my sleep when nobody's there.
- What footsteps?
- In the room next to mine.
- That room is locked Adriel.
- Well I'm telling you what I know.
It's a ghost.
It's the maid, she's come back for us all.
- You don't really think it was Sylus who killed her.
- Why don't you ask him?
- But we mustn't.
- But this isn't the first time that one of us
have woken covered in blood.
It's a little strange don't you think?
- Evelyn wait.
- Who let you in there?
- The door was open.
- This door is always locked.
- I swear it was open.
There's something up there.
- You know it's forbidden for you to enter the attic.
- I just thought maybe it was Father.
- Well it isn't.
- Well something is.
- There's nothing up there but spiders and cobwebs Agatha.
Just a dusty old attic that is unsafe for you to enter.
I simply don't want you getting hurt.
Who is it?
Has he returned?
- It's not your husband ma'am.
- He hasn't said a word, just keeps knocking.
- Well open the door, he'll wake the whole house.
Let's see what he wants.
- Pardon my intrusion at this late hour
but I find myself stranded by this deathly storm
which has claimed my horse.
I seek shelter before it claims me too.
- Who are you?
How did you find this house?
- I will explain everything if you'll just save me
from this hellish downpour.
Please.
Wait, if your servants would bring in
my trunk from the rain?
It's heavy but the contents are most fragile.
- Bring it inside.
- I'm very grateful for your kind hospitality Miss...
- You may stay here for tonight only.
When the storm has passed you must leave.
- Of course.
- Frankly you're misfortune is not a problem
my family or I wish to be burdened with.
Believe me, we have enough of our own.
Leave that dirty old thing in the lobby.
I don't want it dripping all over the house.
- I think the stairs would kill us.
- Don't make me change my mind Sylus.
- I'm sure we can provide all he needs
for a comfortable night.
- Take a seat at the table.
Cordetta will provide you something warm to drink.
- Most kind.
- Your coat sir.
Wonderful to see you again sir.
It's been a long, long time.
- I apologize for my alarming appearance.
My white mare Abraxis was sadly decapitated
by a bolt of lightening.
- Decapitated?
- She rode on headless for about another 100 yards
blood spewing from the severed stump of her neck
before collapsing in a muddy ditch
and leaving me for the storm.
I can still taste her warm, salty blood in my throat.
I had hoped the rain would've washed it clean
by the time I arrived at Black Rock.
You don't have anything stronger by chance?
- Drinking is forbidden in this house.
- My mistake.
This is Black Rock Manor is it not?
- Where were you headed?
- A long time ago as your, elderly servant may recall,
there was a very exclusive perlue high up in this valley.
It's location was somewhat secret
and only a select few would visit
and by invitation only, of course.
I'd heard stories in the valley below where to find it
but Abraxis and I...
Well you know the rest.
I must have traveled three miles on foot
in that treacherous rain.
- You may stay in my son Adriel's room tonight.
He can share with Damien.
- Indeed.
- What are you doing?
- I need something from my room, it's too cold in here.
- Don't let your mother catch you on your own.
- I'll be quick.
Sorry sir, I, I didn't realize you were in here.
- No trouble, the warm glow of the fire is very
enticing on this cold night.
You must be Adriel.
- I'll leave you in private.
I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry Adriel.
I am the intruder here not you.
The manor's not much warmer than the biting wind outside.
You must be chilly in those bed clothes.
Come.
Warm yourself with me, it's hot by the fire.
I don't mean to frighten you.
- I'm not frightened.
- But you can't take your eyes off the blood.
- What happened?
- I had a run in with a pair of thieves
as I journeyed up the hillside.
They saw me approaching and waited to attack, two of them.
One had a long, thin knife and the other had a crossbow.
Neither knew that I had spotted them.
- What did you do?
- Well I took a big hard rock
and when they leapt out I cracked it against one's skull
and thrust it again into the other one's shin
until I heard the bone break.
When he collapsed and I knew he wouldn't follow after me.
The first man I fear he was already dead.
It was his blood that exploded from his soft, pink brain
and covered me.
- And the other?
- He's locked in my trunk downstairs.
- You, you can't leave him in there.
What if he escapes?
- It's locked.
- Well what if he suffocates?
What if you kill him?
- What if he had robbed the clothes from my back
and left me to freeze in the storm?
- Well you might have died anyway
if you hadn't found this manor.
- Indeed.
I'm quite in your debt young sir.
Here, would you help me?
I can't reach over.
- You better hope Mother doesn't find out
what you've got in that trunk.
- And we both better hope she doesn't find you
in here with me, correct?
- Damien will begin to worry.
- Well goodbye Adriel.
In case I don't see you in the morning when I leave.
- Goodbye.
- Why did no one wake me?
- I knocked ma'am but you were fast asleep.
- You look tired Mother.
- The storm has passed has it not?
Then I assume you're ready to leave.
- Oh can't he stay for dinner?
- No he cannot.
- I sent for a carriage to pick him up
so that he may return safely to the village.
- Then where is it?
- Unfortunately ma'am I've been told the road is obstructed
by a fallen tree but they will have it clear
in a day or two.
- Surely you cannot expect him to journey on foot
with that heavy trunk?
- Out!
Pack your things now.
I wish to speak to my family alone.
Does anyone recognize this?
It doesn't belong to me
and it certainly hasn't been hidden by my children.
Cordetta.
Save the performance the pair of you.
Who's knife is this?
Speak up!
- It does belong to me ma'am.
- Correct!
And the blood I suspect belongs to Harkin.
What in God's name am I supposed to think?
- That knife has been missing for months ma'am.
In a house this size things go missing.
- And people too so it seems.
One of you has used this knife.
One of you has hidden it.
And one of you knows exactly what has happened to my husband
and you will tell me at once.
- Madam, neither one of us has a clue.
Do you think we would be out all night searching
if we knew where he was?
- Do not try to pull the wool over my eyes Cordetta.
- I am not, I'm only trying to help solve this mystery.
- Then perhaps you can solve this,
blood on your nightdress.
- This blood is my own.
- Speak up girl!
Cover that disgusting thing up.
Children, to your rooms now.
If I do not get an answer soon I will be forced
to use extreme methods to uncover the truth.
- Whatever Mother's hiding in the attic
is driving her completely mad.
I swear to you Evelyn I saw something,
a person, a creature, hiding amongst the cobwebs
and the dust beneath the rafters.
We have to find a way up there, tonight.
- You would go up there in the middle of the night?
- Not alone.
- Don't look at me Agatha.
I most certainly won't be venturing up there with you.
- But what's up there Evelyn?
What's behind that door that's so terrible
that Mother doesn't want us to see?
- I don't want to find out.
- But we must, whatever it is, whatever happened to Father,
why that stranger's here.
I have a bad feeling it's all coming from up there.
- Oh God, oh God, I am so sorry.
I didn't know you were here.
- Yes you did, I stayed here last night.
- I mean I thought you were elsewhere.
I'll go.
- I don't mind.
- I can see I've disturbed you at a inappropriate moment.
- I said I don't mind.
You'd have left by now if you didn't want to stay right?
Does he mind you creeping into other men's rooms?
- I was not creeping.
- Would he mind if you were?
- Who? Damien?
- The pair of you seem quite taken.
- Well of course we're engaged to be married.
- Married?
Is that your idea?
- I like the idea very much if that's what you're asking.
- Do you love him?
- Of course, we're getting married aren't we?
- That's not what I asked.
When you go near him and touch him
do your bones shiver?
Does hot blood shoot though your body?
Do you feel his eyes on you even when they're not?
Does you mouth turn dry?
- Of course not.
Not unless love shares it's symptoms
with a very unpleasant fever.
- Some might say that it does.
- Well then, love sounds no fun at all.
- He's a handsome gent.
Surely it doesn't make you this uncomfortable
to gaze upon a man's body?
- I wasn't gazing upon...
- When you've had as many as I sweet Agatha,
you learn how to read a woman's eyes.
You know a gaze from a glance
and a stare from a look
and a lust from a longing.
- It must be all the dust in here.
- Did he say anything about me?
- Why should he?
You're nobody.
You've arrived from nowhere and you've nowhere to go.
What was there to say about you?
- He didn't recognize me?
- Should he?
- I recognize him.
- Oh really?
- From the village at the bottom of the valley.
How much do you truly know about him I wonder,
before he came here?
- Everything Mother has told me.
- Mother, I've seen her in the village too.
- She has a sister there, a twin.
- Of course she does.
- How dare you, how dare you come into this house
with your cryptic words and saying such vulgar things.
- You came into my room Agatha.
- Who are you?
You're no stranger to this house.
- No.
You're all glorious butterflies living caterpillar lives.
Perhaps I'm the metamorphosis you've been waiting for.
- Shh, she'll hear us.
- I can't do this any quieter.
After you.
- You've got to be bloody joking.
- Fine just stay close behind me.
- Don't worry I will.
Can't we come back and do this in the morning?
- What, when Mother's watching over us like a hawk?
Christ Evelyn you'll wake the whole house.
- What have you found?
- I don't know.
What was that?
Play it again.
Stop.
- Mercury.
- That was on the back of one of the photos.
Look.
- Eliza and Mercury, Black Rock.
- Well that's been taken about 20 or 30 years ago.
- Agatha!
I saw it, it went in there!
Agatha don't go near it.
- Be quiet Evelyn.
It could be Father.
- It wasn't Father,
it was some sort of creature like you said.
Agatha.
- Father?
Is that you?
Evelyn!
- Help let us out!
- Damien.
Damien!
- Look Adriel, look at the pictures.
That's Mother pregnant and look there she is again.
- Yes.
- Look at the dates.
- So?
- So, they were both taken in the same month
according to the hand writing.
One moment she's pregnant
and the next she's wearing these weird clothes
with no sign of expecting a child.
- So what are you trying to say?
Somebody could have mixed up the dates.
- I think it must be her sister, a twin.
It's possible that she stayed here
while she was expecting us.
- She never mentioned that.
- But when has she ever mentioned her past?
- Don't forget the little girl.
- Right, there's a photo of Mother here
with a girl, a young girl named Mercury.
- Well what a strange name.
- Children.
- Jesus Cordetta don't you ever knock?
- Where did you find these photographs?
- They're private.
- In the attic.
- Evelyn.
- What?
She's not going to tell Mother are you?
- Not if they're private.
I'm very sorry I disturbed you.
- Sylus.
Last night Evelyn and I found some photographs
and tape recordings from years ago.
- Your mother keeps the attic locked for a reason child.
What more did you find?
- That was it.
But I wanted to ask you about it.
Well you were around when these were taken were you not?
- That was a long time ago Miss Whipley
the manor's nothing how it once was.
- No you're wrong Sylus.
Something, some sinister thing from the past
still walks the halls.
- Father is missing because of it.
And that stranger is here because of it too.
- There's somethings you're better off not knowing.
The past is much better buried.
- Well then answer me one thing.
Who's Mercury?
- Where did you hear that name?
- It's here on this picture.
And look, that's Mother there too.
Lady Whipley and Mercury.
- We didn't see it at first and then we noticed,
a little girl hiding in the back.
- Who is she?
- There was a child in this house.
You are not the only Whipley children.
The child is dead.
I'm sorry, I've said far too much.
Leave these things alone, girls.
Don't go looking any further.
- That carriage that you said that you called
the other night, when exactly will it arrive?
- Carriage?
- The one that you called to take our peculiar visitor
far away from this house.
- Oh, that carriage.
When the road is clear, I'm sure one will come.
- You asked to see me Eliza?
- Close the door behind you.
- That's Agatha's private journal.
What are you doing reading those pages?
- Sit.
Forgive me Damien but I found it left open upon her bed.
I could not help buy spy the detestable words
written upon the page.
I was glad to take it from her.
- Detestable words?
She doesn't leave her journal out.
We must return it immediately before she notices.
- Just look Damien, it concerns you.
- Of course it does, we're engaged to one another.
- Not if one were to believe these words.
She's known this stranger barely a day
and already she fantasizes about running off with him
and leaving you and I behind.
Can you believe that?
A handsome young gentleman like you
and she'd see you cast aside.
- I'll talk to her, Eliza.
- Nonsense Damien, you can see the passion
with which she writes.
How long has she been thinking of leaving you behind?
What other men might have engaged her lust
after you were wed?
- Then, what do I do?
- You do still wish to marry into this family don't you?
You plan to stay here with me.
- You know I do.
- Then we must separate them before this silliness
can go any further.
It's for the girl's own good.
- How?
- I have a simple plan
but I need a brave, strong man to help me.
- I don't want to hurt her Eliza.
- Not her Damien, him.
Dearest Agatha,
I'm leaving Black Rock tonight
and I wish to take you with me.
- Are you coming to get ready for bed Agatha?
- Wait for me alone in your room
and I will come for you at the strike of midnight.
Tell no one.
- Just one minute.
- Love, your visitor.
- Come in Adriel.
It is you.
- I found something of yours outside.
- Something of mine you say?
Do you know what it is?
Of course you don't.
Would you like to find out I wonder.
Of course you do.
I can see the way you're breathing Adriel.
Your heart's beating fast, I don't mind.
You've been thinking about me haven't you?
Say it.
- Yes.
- Look at me, and say it.
- What?
- Slower.
Do you trust me?
Open your mouth wide and close your eyes.
Wider.
- Meet me in the cellar at midnight.
I've urgent news, Agatha.
- I'm not done with you yet handsome.
I'll be back, shortly.
Agatha?
Damien?
- You got my note.
- I got a note from Agatha.
- Not Agatha.
- I see.
- I know why you've come to this house.
And what you want from this family.
- Do tell me.
Tell me what I want Damien.
- I don't want you in this house a moment longer.
- You know what?
I think I'll stay a while.
- Agatha already seems taken with you.
- And Adriel, just you watch the rest will follow.
But if you like I can leave that cold, stiff, old woman
you're so fond of, she's all yours to play with.
- What is it that so strongly attracts them to you I wonder?
- You don't have to wonder.
If you wanna know--
- You're right, I could have you right here if I wanted to.
Nobody would know.
I could chain you to the wall and tell them you'd left.
- And there was me thinking I was about
30 years to young for you.
- It would be years before they found you
and then night after night I could return here
and we could do horrible, pleasurable things.
- You know Damien, you're making me very hard.
- Can I feel?
No that's good.
You'll bleed out far quicker.
Violent desires wreak violent rewards.
- Evelyn you scared me.
- You know where he is don't you?
You know what's going on.
I know that was your knife.
It belongs to Sylus yes but I've seen you with it
these past weeks.
Are you trying to frame him for some ungodly act?
- I'm afraid my aim is...
It's far more complicated than that.
- So you do know about the knife.
- I'm not going to lie to you Evelyn, not to you.
I'm only trying to protect you.
- From what?
Tell me what's going on.
Tell me who the stranger is.
- That I do not know.
- Then at the very least tell me where I can find my father.
- I can tell you he's indeed left this house.
I'm doubtful he'll ever return.
- How can you say that to me so cold?
I'm his daughter.
- Believe me when I say it's better he is gone.
- Better for who exactly?
- For you Evelyn.
Things happen in this house that you do not see.
Things you would rather not know.
- Tell me.
- I wish I could.
- I will not leave until you tell me.
I can keep a secret.
If you don't I will tell Mother and she'll punish you.
I see the scars she leaves on your back.
- That was not a punishment.
That was done in pleasure by your father.
You are too sweet to understand these things.
- He beat you for fun?
Is that what you're telling me?
- No Evelyn, it is a fetish for him.
A sexual desire.
He strips me down, ties me to the bedpost,
cuts me, burns me,
and when he's hard and drooling at the mouth like a hound
he has me.
I was hired for that purpose and nothing more.
- I, I didn't realize the extent of his cruelty.
- I'm not finished.
You asked for the truth and now you will hear it.
I can handle his sick pleasures,
I could leave here anytime I wanted
and believe me I've so often thought about running,
running before your mother finds out
and has me sliced open at the veins
but if I left Evelyn, how would I ever see you?
- What does that matter?
- It matters because,
my heart has grown so very fond of you.
I had not expected it but,
I've uncovered a kind of desire I never knew I could feel.
Your father over time could see my love for you
and how I despised him so greatly.
There were no boundaries to what that man will do
even to his own daughter, all just to spite and control me
- Stop.
I've heard enough.
- I've only tried to keep you safe.
I can't help the way I feel for you.
It's put you in great danger.
Please Evelyn, please understand me.
- Evelyn.
What are you doing out of bed?
- She said she loves me.
And she tell me horrible things about her and Father.
- Get upstairs now.
Now!
I have seen the way you look at her.
As if my own flesh and blood could muster up pity
let alone love for an ugly dog like you.
You're done with this family.
Do you hear me?
With those beastly black ears.
You're out!
You'll never lay eyes on my daughter again Cordetta.
- I'm sorry Eliza I didn't mean to.
- Drag that heap of waste out to the road
and leave it for the wolves.
- What has she done to you?
- Get away!
Get away from me!
She's lucky she's your mother
or I'd stab her in her cold heart
and watch her bleed.
- Leave her Evelyn.
- Is it done Damien?
What is this?
- No bigger than mine after all.
- I'm sorry Adriel.
I've let a devil into this house
and he has tempted you and stained your innocence.
He has given you an illness.
You're to stay in this room
until I see fit for you to leave.
Stay in this bed and pray child, pray for God's forgiveness.
You put it on darling,
and I'm not going to take it off.
You can wear this shame on your face Adriel
for all of us to see.
I've brought you this, you must be very hungry.
It's to remind you that you've made
a terrible, terrible mistake.
It's all very touching and romantic sweetheart
but I'm afraid you've scared our house guest away.
- He's gone?
- Not before he stole the key to your room.
- No he would never...
- I know the rejection will hurt
but nobody can love a woman who commits her heart to one man
yet writes pathetic poetry about another.
That was on his bedside, he must have crept into your room.
I fear to imagine what he was after.
- I have committed my heart to no one.
You have done with it what you desire
and offered me to a man I care nothing for.
- You will stay locked in this room
until you have learned to be grateful.
- No Mother--
- I wanted to check how you were doing.
I'm so, so sorry Cordetta.
- It's not your fault.
If you had no interest in me then
you'll find me disgusting now.
I look like a monster.
- You of all people are not a monster.
You're brave and kind
and I realize I probably owe you a great deal,
at the very least an apology.
I'm sorry.
- My dear boy.
You ought to be more careful around your mother.
You don't understand these pleasures.
She does.
- Pleasures?
She'd have me starve to death wearing that torture device.
- Then why did you put it on?
- Because he asked me to.
- Hm, I'm sure he did.
And did you enjoy wearing it for him?
It's alright, you can tell me.
- Mother says I have an illness.
- So what?
I have an illness too then.
If that's what she calls it.
But you stay away from this stuff.
You don't want to venture so far, you lose your way.
- Have you...?
- There's nothing to be scared of.
I found you tied to his bed,
I cut you free.
- What is that Sylus?
- Something of mine I found in the attic.
Locked up with their whole dirty past.
It's where I found this,
it belonged to your father you know.
Let's say we had an agreement,
that benefited both our greatest fantasies.
Oh I was older of course, which he enjoyed
but more handsome back then
and he was the prettiest boy, just like you really,
looking for someone to make him a slave to their most
lustful and primal urges.
He and your mother settled down
but the temptations were all still there.
- For you?
- No child, your mother would never have kept me
in this house if she suspected we'd ever repeat
the things we did.
She proposed a simple remedy and I agreed.
One way to guarantee I'd stay away.
But I would have given even more
to ensure I didn't leave him.
You stay in this room Adriel.
It's safer to stay out of her way.
I will bring you everything you need.
- Sylus, do you know where my father is?
- Yes.
He's either in a lot of trouble
or a lot of pleasure that will get him into trouble.
Old habits do die hard.
- Sylus!
Sylus Scorpius!
Bring my children to me.
- Eliza get up.
It's Harkin he's returned.
- Harkin!
- Ma'am, he has requested to speak only to his children.
- Get off me!
Get off me!
- Don't make me Eliza!
- Let me speak to him, let me talk to my husband.
Damn you.
- Stay back Mother.
He doesn't want you here.
- What has happened?
Where have you been Father?
Father speak to us please.
Tell us something, anything.
- You don't know this my son.
But in returning to this house
I have condemned myself to a certain and rightful death.
- What are you talking about?
- I had to come back, I had to.
I couldn't go without telling you one last thing.
She knows.
Only her and Sylus.
- My God can't you see he's returned completely insane.
- Silence woman!
- Let him speak.
- There is an imposter in this house.
That woman is not your mother.
We made an oath, an oath never to tell.
But your mother, your real mother died in this house
long ago and she would have you believe her lies
even when I'm dead.
- The man doesn't know what he's talking about.
Surely you can see these are the lies of a madman.
- Enough Eliza!
- We've seen the pictures Mother.
They must have been taken many years ago
back when we were only children.
That leads me to believe that Father is telling the truth.
- Pictures?
Of what?
- I don't know, some perverted sex cult.
- Damien take them back to their rooms.
Just do it Damien,
I don't care whether you have to drag them
kicking and screaming just get them away from him
before he poisons their minds anymore.
- Poisons their minds?
You would know a thing or two about poisoning their minds.
Rotting Christ, she has let the devil into this house!
- Just leave your father.
He is sick.
- Agatha, Agatha.
- Is it true?
What he said or has my father gone completely mad?
- I cannot deny that the man may well have gone mad
but presently he speaks the truth.
- But you told me that a child had died in this house,
Mercury, the girl from the photographs.
- No.
- No?
Well then who was it?
- The little girl in the photograph is you Agatha.
Mercury is the serpent.
- But you told me a child had died.
- Your unborn sibling still growing inside the womb
of Eliza's twin, your mother.
We can only suspect how the creature got into her locked
room at night but the beast ventured in all the same.
That vile serpent slithered up inside her in the night
curled up with the baby growing in her womb
and feasted on it's half developed fetus,
poisoning her sister from the inside out.
She died before they could even uncover where the snake
had gone but when the blood soaked creature wriggled out
from between the legs of her cold, stiff corpse
everybody knew what had happened.
A tragic accident they said, though some suspected murder.
We locked her body in your father's old trunk
and hid the damn thing in the attic
along with the rest of her sinful possessions
and prayed we could forget.
It took quite a toll on Eliza the devil of a sister
can be a most painful thing,
especially when the creature was her own.
- It came into my room.
A snake, a horrible snake!
- There's nothing there Evelyn.
There's no snake.
We have to leave this house.
It's not safe for us here.
- Mother would never let me.
- She's not your mother Evelyn.
Your father has returned with a malefic revelations.
I have no time to explain.
You must pack your things tonight.
We'll live, just the two of us, far away from this place,
somewhere she'll never find us.
You must do as I say.
There's just one more thing I have to do.
- Almost two decades of living a lie, as you had wished
all ruined.
Have you entirely lost your mind?
- I must have to return to these oppressive walls.
- Where have you been?
- Running but you can't run from your sins Eliza.
- We made an oath.
Do you care nothing for the sacrifices I have made.
- They have grown up Eliza,
they are old enough to understand what we did
and who we were.
- And you don't think they'll despise us for it,
you most of all?
- That is for them to decide.
I grow weary of your reign over this family.
It is the old dominatrix in you trying to break out.
- That's just what you want isn't it?
This whole facade to come crashing down
so you can return to your diabolical ways.
- I already have, long ago.
Where do you think I find all these beautiful maids?
- You're an old man now Harkin.
We have long past our prime while living this dull pretense,
raising her children.
- And it was the very least you owed her.
- I'd rather be in the ground with her
than stay here a moment longer.
- That is easily remedied my love.
- Perhaps I can take you with me Harkin,
perhaps we can dive into the flames and burn
like the devils we are!
- Get your hands off him!
Let him go.
- Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him too.
I know what the pair of you have been up to behind my back.
You and all the countless maids before.
Those scars on your back proved everything Cordetta
I have them too.
They may be old and faded but the memories are,
are still as vivid as if it were,
as if it were only yesterday.
- I despise him and everything he's done.
But he is mine to kill.
- So it was you.
- Get away from her!
You may do these vile things to me
but you will not lay a hand on Evelyn.
Now you will leave this house Master Whipley
and if I ever see your face here again
I will spill your guts across this floor.
- Go on then Harkin, fuck off
with your black whore of Satan.
- I made a promise to Evelyn not to kill you,
not her mother.
Stay out of my way.
- Eliza.
- Already you have stopped calling me mother?
Have you so swiftly forgotten the years I mothered you
and raised you?
It's true you know, every damn word of it.
Everybody looked to my sister like she was some kind
of pure saint.
We weren't all that angelic.
When we were just girls we'd go out on the street
and offer ourselves for money.
The only difference being I always enjoyed it.
Even when they left me, bruised.
I loved the touch of their tough hands
all over my young silk skin right up until
the warm wet slit between my thighs.
Oh I was never going to be one to settle down
with a husband I could love.
What I held onto in my heart was variety.
A lady with my desires gets bored, so easily.
Then I found Black Rock Manor.
A tranquil, grand paradise so typically boring of my sister.
She was obsessed with money, anything to better herself.
She was a smart girl, far smarter than me.
But she must've been tortured by lust right up until
the day she died.
And Harkin, the man she grew to love,
he was different though.
I could see that the moment he laid eyes on me.
I could see what he was thinking even with my sister
stood right beside him.
For when darkness fell outside this manor
an age old tradition,
a burden passed down by his father I think,
ran riot in these walls.
If only they could tell of all the wonderful perversity's
that happened here.
I suppose that's why I always liked it.
I felt at home here.
With the help of my diamond back rattlesnake, Mercury.
Mercury I called it.
I would put on a seductive display of domination
and sadomasochistic pleasure that would drive men wild
by the dozen, they'd come from miles just to
watch me and have me all under Harkin's jealous nose.
The curse of twins is that he'd never be able to hide
the fact that he found me irresistible.
I was my sister
but with all the benefits a man could lust for.
She wanted children, a house, a dull life
and I wanted men, as many as I could have.
And I wanted their breath and their sweat
and every orgasmic fluid they could pump into my body.
And I wanted Harkin, him most of all
because he belonged to her.
And even with everybody at my feet I,
I needed him to want me.
And he did.
Despite the three pretty children
and the fourth growing in your mother's womb
we gave each other every kind of pleasure we wanted.
Right up until the day she died.
If your father ever had a heart it was truly broken
and he grew to hate me for it.
I began to miss her.
And no matter how much fucking I managed
and no matter how many times he'd beat me
in a violent rage I was numb.
- I think it's sad, you have three children
and this is what you think about.
- You're not my children.
You'll always be hers.
Wretched little orphans scuttling about like lost insects.
Waiting to be stamped on
by the cruel realities of this world.
- No one wants to listen to your sick fantasies
you twisted witch.
You're just a used up old piece of furniture
that this house has claimed.
Fallen from sight underneath the gathering dust.
- A few too many possessions in my wife's bedroom
for a man engaged to my daughter.
No?
- Listen Master Whipley, I'm leaving this house
immediately I want no part of this trouble.
- Seems that marrying into my family's fortune
comes at a much higher price than you thought.
But nowhere near as high the price of playing the
accomplice to my wife's desperate pleasures.
Oh I know she can be quite the seductress
when she wants to be.
You've crawled into the wrong spider's web Damien.
- Just stay back.
- Can we agree on a fair punishment my greasy little fly?
Perhaps I could, stab you in your throat
and throw your body down a well?
It's like a man once told me,
violent desires reap violent rewards.
- You came back.
- I wouldn't leave you here alone now would I?
Agatha my love.
Come to me.
- Young Master Whipley does not wish to see you ma'am.
- I have come to make things right.
What I did was very unkind.
I want to ensure that he gets better.
- I'm making sure of that.
- Well then, I've prepared a cold jug of water for him,
I will at least keep the pair of you hydrated.
- She's either realized the errors of her ways
or she's deranged.
Either way you need to stay hydrated for your wound to heal.
- But I'm not thirsty Sylus, please.
- You should drink Adriel.
- I want to thank you for what you're doing for me.
For all these years we've been made to fear you.
Sylus!
- Like a muddied spring or a polluted fountain
is a righteous man that gives way before the wicked.
- Evelyn.
Evelyn my love.
Come and see your father.
Just one last wish before hell invites me in.
Evelyn.
Evelyn my sweetness.
- I warned you what I would do if you returned.
- I am ready.
- Not until I have told you why.
Why I came here from the very beginning.
See, when I was a little girl I had an older brother
and he was hired by some wealthy family to leave our home
and work for them, far away.
One day, we simply stopped hearing from him.
Nobody knew where he was, nobody dared to ask.
He'd never leave his little sister without a word.
I knew something terrible had happened.
So when I reached an appropriate age
I went looking for this remote manor house
where he'd served.
The word among the other young girls spread
of your strange, secretive rituals.
I had to rub the hairs I clipped from a dead mouse
between my thighs to finally get that snake to come to me.
There was no way I wasn't going to be the one
to get into this family.
You do remember my brother.
- The boy was too curious for his own good.
Saw too much, and he was a thief.
So whether he liked it or not we made him take part.
Seven white men, Sylus and I, all going at him
like a rag doll, that's what ended the boy.
I recall the eyes rolling in the back of his skull
after about three hours of it.
- And that Harkin Ripley is why I came to see you die.
- I remember when I had a fine young body like yours.
I'd envy anyone who got more attention than me.
That wasn't many though.
Soft, smooth, unwrinkled skin.
It soon fades away darling, like a wilted flower,
irreversibly rotting over time.
What a foul disease is age.
But all the more foul when youth fades prematurely.
That's something I've helped you with over the years
raising you girls whether you thank me for it or not.
You still have so much to enjoy.
Such pristine untouched bodies to explore with.
And what thanks do I get?
You throw it back in my face.
Well I'm still the one raising you,
you're still under my control
and I say you don't deserve men or love
or any of the things I've sacrificed to help you
resentful creatures.
We'll leave this shut,
and if any man tries to have you
he'll tear one awful hole of flesh
right between your thighs that no man will ever want.
It's my gift to you darling
the gift of eternal innocence so you'll never have to become
like your wicked old whore of an illegitimate mother.
Evelyn, you come to me now.
- Stay away from me.
- Get out of our way.
We're leaving this house.
- You give me back my daughter!
- No, let her go!
- Mother get off me, you're hurting me!