House of Ka (2026)

[bunniefuu]

[bells ringing]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[heavy thud]

[otherworldly snarl]

[heavy thud]

[crate breaks open]

[dramatic piano music]

[owl cooing]

[fireplace crackling]

Am I released

from my confinement?

The men are quite finished, yes.

Your father wanted me

to inform you he has gone

to bed.

It seems the academics tired him

out.

Too many antiquities.

Far too many.

Are you off to bed as well?

Once I've drawn a picture

of the observable universe.

It is well past three.

That is when the stars are

at their brightest, Mrs. Grant.

Very good, miss.

I will leave you to it.

Thank you.

Mrs. Grant?

[tense music plays]

Antiquities can wait

until tomorrow, father.

[door creaks open]

[tense music plays]

[labored male breathing]

[match striking]

[struggling behind door]

[tea kettle whistles]

[tea kettle whines]

Anything else we can get

for you, Miss Margaret?

It's cold.

We could set a fire

in the drawing room

if you'd rather wait there.

I hate staring at that door.

Your father is a fighter, miss.

There are beasts in Africa

that haven't his constitution.

There was something...

unnatural about his face.

Yes.

I wouldn't know

how to put it into words.

Gaunt. Gaunt and hollow and...

frozen in an expression that...

most men only see glimpses of.

Do you think

it could have been a stroke?

They found my mother

in a similar state

a number of years ago.

He hardly looked human.

I imagine there are

different kinds of strokes.

Did...your mother survive

the incident?

I expect the worst

is already over.

If you would like

I could prepare

your father's favorites

for luncheon should he--

Miss Trelawny.

How is he?

Stable. For now.

Is that his blood?

-Yes.

-Why is it so dark?

Was it a stroke?

-I don't think so.

-A heart attack?

In my experience,

this is the hardest part

of treatment for the family.

You have your concerns but...

Mr. Trelawny

is not my first patient,

nor my hundredth.

I will require

a certain level of faith

to proceed.

The sergeant

hasn't found anything?

-Not yet, madam.

-What is happening to my father?

There is tension in his limbs,

not unlike that of rigamortis,

but he is still very much alive.

There is swelling

about his eyes,

but not from any sort of trauma.

It's as if he's experiencing

a number of different illnesses

or rather parts

of those illnesses

at the same time.

But you've seen something

like this before?

Frankly, madam, I haven't seen

anything like this

in my entire medical career.

But the science is the same.

I will identify the symptoms

and treat them.

We will know more

with the blood work.

And so we wait.

I have only lost

twelve patients, miss.

In my entire career

as a medical staff,

I remember their names

and their faces.

-[doorbell rings]

-That will be the door.

Anne.

How long

will the bloodwork take?

-[Nurse Kennedy]

It is hard to say.

-If you had to say?

-A number of days...

-If we don't have a number

of days, Nurse Kennedy?

Than he will likely die, miss.

Burden of mortality.

[Anne] Yes. This way.

They're in here.

Mr. Ross, ma'am.

-Margaret.

-Malcolm.

-I'm sorry to have called you.

-It's no trouble.

Thank you.

We didn't know

who else to involve.

I am a happy solution.

[Margaret] You are.

[Malcolm] I understand Abel

has been harmed.

We have him in the next room,

there is a sergeant

in there with him.

[Malcolm] Was it an attack?

I wouldn't put it so plainly.

[stirring liquids]

How would you put it?

[Nurse Kennedy]

He's unconscious.

With any luck, he shouldn't be

in too much pain.

[Sergeant Daw]

This is an open criminal

investigation.

I can't have people walking

through here!

Sergeant Daw.

Mr. Ross.

Are you the representative

on this case?

No.

I am here for social reasons.

I see.

He hasn't moved?

No. As I understand,

he was well until last night?

-That's correct.

-I imagine nothing like this

has happened before?

-No.

-You're the one

that discovered him, miss?

Yes.

Take me through the evening.

I heard something coming

from my father's room.

He's in the habit

of working late, it was

in my mind to tell him off.

[Margaret] I...

opened the door...but...

there was something wrong.

I could feel something standing

in the darkness.

Looking back at me.

An intruder.

I'm not sure.

But they were there watching me

as you are now,

it must have been only

a few feet away.

There was breathing.

-Breathing?

-[Margaret] A shallow,

hollow breath, very close,

like a wounded thing.

And it was angry.

How could you tell?

The way it was breathing.

I lit the lamp,

but the moment I did

so the thing was gone.

In the moments it took to light

a candle it had vanished.

That's when I saw him.

On the floor.

His face twisted and fixed.

Staring like a dog.

I've never seen him so afraid.

So terribly afraid.

We tried everything

we could to wake him.

One at a time

would be preferred, madame.

Mrs. Grant, you said?

Yes, sir. I am the head

of staff for this house.

And when were you notified?

Miss Trelawny called

for me directly.

[Mrs. Grant]

Under her instruction I sent

a man out to fetch a doctor

and to inform your station.

And where is that doctor?

I am the only

medical attendant here, sir.

-You're a nurse.

-I am.

Not a doctor.

That is correct.

They not have any doctors

on staff?

I was the only one

available, sir.

-How many doctors are

at your hospital?

Clearly not enough

for your taste.

-And you checked

with your superior?

-[Nurse Kennedy] Yes, sir.

They sent me out

because they believed

I could handle the situation.

You should have a doctor

on this case.

I assure you,

I am a capable professional.

You have a diagnosis, then?

I am in the process

of identifying--

No diagnosis.

I am in the process

of identifying any foreign

compounds in his blood.

[Nurse Kennedy]

There are no external clues

that would indicate an as*ault.

The lady said

there was an intruder.

I didn't say that.

There aren't any signs

of a struggle

there would be marks

on his skin.

If he was poisoned in his sleep

there wouldn't be any signs

of a struggle.

We should be interested

in what happened.

[Sergeant Daw]

We will discover what happened

by who done it.

The blood will contribute

to that discussion.

External clues lead

to criminal motivation.

[Nurse Kennedy]

Internal clues lead to answers.

[Nurse Kennedy]

If he was exposed

to any foreign compound...

-[Sergeant Daw] And how would

that have happened?

-[beetle chirping]

[Margaret gasps]

Margaret, are you alright?

Yes.

Has your father traveled

in the last few months, miss?

No. Not abroad.

He works at the London

University in town.

He makes the trip

in twice a week.

Antiquities.

He's a collector?

Yes, and he teaches antiquities.

I see.

Why do you ask?

The behavior he is exhibiting...

I have seen something similar

in patients rivaling addiction.

My father is not an addict.

He is experiencing

an extreme reaction.

Like an overdose?

Something similar.

What sort of substance

could affect a man so quickly?

And why does that substance

result in paralysis?

[Sergeant Daw]

That is the question.

That is two questions.

Just keeping track.

[Nurse Kennedy]

Whatever the substance is,

he is bound to it, miss.

He will not want to let it go.

[eerie music]

[frustrated sigh]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne?

Is something wrong, Anne?

No.

Sorry.

There should be more vinegar

on the shelf.

Is that arsenic?

The green bottle,

that shouldn't be there.

I might have misplaced it.

A single teaspoon is lethal

when dissolved in water.

You have a responsibility

to this staff.

Yes, Mrs. Grant.

As such,

there are no little mistakes,

you understand me?

Yes.

The brown bottle is vinegar.

[tense music plays]

[distant footsteps]

Are the stars still there?

I'm sorry

to have called you here.

Mrs. Grant has provided

a most wonderful room.

You have work.

I've made arrangements.

I have associates.

-You don't have associates.

-Well, I...

I have an associate.

-He'll watch the desk.

-If it's trouble...

I'm not my work, Margaret.

There are lawyers

and there are men who work

as lawyers.

That's a respectable way

of seeing the world, Mr. Ross.

The income office

would disagree.

[laughs]

Do you remember

that afternoon by the lake?

Yes.

I made you a promise.

Those weren't just words.

Perhaps we find ourselves

at that lake again

in the coming weeks?

Admittedly, rowing

isn't my strong suit.

It's not, is it?

You didn't have to agree

so quickly.

[laughs]

[gentle piano music]

Margaret, I, uh...

This isn't the time, but...

I should say...

That is I would like to say...

[romantic music builds]

[loud echoing thud]

[mysterious whispering]

Drafts?

-Pardon?

-Are there drafts in this house?

No.

There still could be

a current somewhere

in the house.

How have you been feeling

tonight, Malcolm?

Cold, but, well. Why?

No. I can't help but feel...

What is it?

Have you ever felt

someone watching you

when you're walking down

the street alone?

You look up and you see them,

across the street,

a beggar man staring at you.

It's just...

When I look for the beggar man

in this house...

He's not there.

He's watching me,

I can feel his eyes,

but he's not there.

You're saying there's a,

a presence, here in this house?

Yes. Something deep and angry.

I don't believe

in ghosts, Margaret.

I'm quite horrified of the idea.

You don't believe in them

or they horrify you?

Both, I suppose.

How contrarian of you.

I assure you,

there are no ghosts

in this house.

I expect the worst

is already over.

[tense music plays]

[pencil scratches]

[nurse sighs]

Mrs. Grant.

I didn't know

anyone else was awake.

You wanted to examine

Mr. Trelawny's pain medication?

Um...red bottle?

-That's right.

-You can place it anywhere.

Is it an addiction?

It's just morphine.

-You may not want--

-I have seen many things

in this house, Nurse Kennedy,

none of them have been repeated.

I appreciate

your professionalism.

A gossip doesn't make

a good house staff.

Mr. Trelawny told me that.

How is he?

Difficult.

That would be his nature.

Well, I will be taking these

to the hospital

for further examination.

They need further examination?

I am working as quickly

as I am able.

He's never met an obstacle

he can't overcome.

Yes.

We will see you again soon.

I expect so.

Well.

Anne?

Miss Margaret.

You're up late.

Yes.

I started doing Tuesdays chores

this morning by accident.

Because I forgot

it was only Monday.

So I got behind.

It has been difficult to keep

the days straight.

Yes, ma'am.

Are you looking for something?

-What?

-You seem inquisitive.

Oh.

I didn't mean

to seem inquisitive.

Sorry.

Should I...

Is there anything

I could get you

before I turn in for the night?

No. Thank you, Anne.

[clock ticking]

[clock stops]

[floorboards creak]

[horrifying boom]

[horrific strings and drums]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

[footsteps]

[beetle chirp]

[suspense music plays]

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

I am a member of this house.

The house

you find yourself in now.

Can you hear me?

[Margaret shrieks]

[horror music plays]

[distant birds chirping]

I thought you were going

to sleep?

-Is it morning?

-[Malcolm] Only just.

Mrs. Grant may be

the only other person awake.

I don't remember falling asleep.

[Malcolm]

Like father like daughter.

Working to sleep.

Oh. Yes.

What were you reading?

I don't remember.

Did you sleep at all?

Fine. I'm, I'm fine.

How is my father,

have you seen him yet

this morning?

I have.

Is he worse?

Not worse.

[muttering]

Tiyeho... Tiyehotep...

[ominous music rises]

When did he wake up?

Sometime in the morning.

Tiyehotep? What is he saying?

I'm not familiar with the word.

Nor am I.

[Malcolm] It sounds foreign.

Mrs. Grant.

Did they have

something shipped here?

A foreign substance

with which they might have

experimented?

Nothing

that I was made aware of.

I found a shipping confirmation

in my father's work.

Something shipped

from Cairo to London.

It was signed

by Mr. Thomas Pettigrew.

Who?

A friend of my father's.

The only Dutchman

he doesn't hate,

I've heard him say.

I'm not familiar

with this gentleman.

I wouldn't call him a gentleman.

He has a certain reputation

among women.

The kind that comes

from sleeping

with married women.

And he was at your father's

gentlemen's club

the previous night?

Mr. Trelawny doesn't allow

the women of the house

to attend,

but I believe Mr. Pettigrew

seldom misses it.

Well...

He's a beginning

to our hedgemaze at any rate.

If you are available

this afternoon,

you're more than welcome

to join me at his property.

Of course.

I wasn't aware Mr. Pettigrew

had company this afternoon.

No, I'm afraid

we had to come unannounced.

I'm sorry

for the state of things.

I would have cleaned the floor

if I knew someone was coming.

-Not at all.

-Is Mr. Pettigrew in?

It is of the utmost importance

to speak with him.

I'm afraid he's otherwise

engaged at the present time.

Then he must become unengaged.

Mr. Trelawny is not well.

We believe your Mr. Pettigrew

can assist us

in our endeavour to save him.

Well, I'm sorry, sir,

but he's uh, not fit

to entertain today.

How so?

He's ill.

In what way?

[Emma] He's been in here

since it happened.

[Malcolm] Since what happened?

How long has he been like this?

I don't know.

It happened sometime

in the middle of the night.

His eyes, Malcolm.

[Emma] I've never seen anyone

like this before.

Not even winter fever.

Has he said anything

since he's been like this?

No, sir.

I've tried everything

I could to wake him.

[Malcolm] I'm sure.

Is he saying anything now?

-[chaotic music plays]

-[unintelligible screaming]

[Malcolm] Hold him down!

[screaming continues]

Hold him down!

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

[tense music plays]

-[tea cup clatters]

-[Emma] It's chamomile, miss.

Thank you.

I didn't know he was that way,

or I wouldn't have

invited you up.

He was screaming. Over and over.

Nothing I'd ever heard before.

[Emma] I don't speak in tongues.

Sorry?

He was speaking

in tongues, miss.

It wasn't English.

It was English.

No, it was foreign.

Arabic or something.

[Emma] I couldn't begin

to pronounce it.

Did you hear him say

something else?

Yes. He said, "find me".

Over and over again. Find me.

It was clear English.

[Margaret] You didn't hear that?

[door opens]

[Margaret] Nurse Kennedy?

Hello. I am here to check in

on Mr. Pettigrew.

You are seeing him as well?

I have been, yes.

Has there been any change

to his condition?

There has.

In what way?

I'll take you to him, ma'am.

[haunting music plays]

Were all the men

at the meeting affected

in the same way?

I don't know.

[Margaret] What causes a man

to be struck down

in the middle of the night.

[Mrs. Grant]

And their blood to run black.

I didn't know

your father was religious.

Only my mother was.

[Margaret] Is something wrong?

[Mrs. Grant] That's Anne's.

That's odd, she never takes it

off.

It might have slipped off

while she was

taking care of him.

It was in my father's pocket.

Why would it be in his pocket?

[tense music plays]

[Mrs. Grant] Anne.

Miss Margaret would like a word.

Of course.

-At the very moment?

-At the very moment

would be preferred.

[tense music plays]

[Margaret] Do you know

why we have called you

in here, Anne?

Did I use the wrong polish

on the silverware?

We found your necklace.

Oh.

Thank you.

I've been looking for it.

It was in my father's vest.

It was?

His vest pocket.

That's...

I don't know why it would be.

It must have fallen

and he found it.

Mrs. Grant said

you were wearing it

the night of the men's club.

-She was.

-And you were not

the next morning.

If our timeline is correct,

you may have been

the last person to see him

before his mind dissolved.

We should like

an explanation for that.

I can't.

Please don't throw me out,

Miss Margaret.

I have nowhere else to go.

Why would your employment

with the Trelawnys

suddenly be in question?

I only did

as he requested of me.

What do you mean?

Mr. Trelawny...

...has other duties for me,

on occasion.

And what are these other duties?

I am to do what pleases him.

Or have him...

do to me what pleases himself.

And I am not to tell anyone

because it would reflect poorly

on him.

My father is a gentleman.

Of course,

Miss Margaret, I know.

I'm nothing but grateful

for my employment here--

He would never be

so unprofessional.

What happened that night, Anne?

Mr. Trelawny came to me

after the men's club, and...

made it clear that... he was...

Yes.

But he was not

in his normal state as we began.

How so?

He was...

I don't have

the right word for it, sir.

Perhaps a collection

of imperfect words, then.

It was...

It was... if he was not

all together there.

As if he wasn't really

seeing me.

Do you have any idea

what affected him?

No.

I'm sorry I did not disclose

this to you earlier,

Miss Margaret.

-I had feared that--

-You may got back

to your chores.

Yes, Miss Margaret.

It could have been laudanum.

An injection of some kind.

It would have to have been

a highly addictive substance

to have affected them

for such a long time.

Yes.

There are so many locked doors

in a person.

It would depend upon

the person, I imagine.

For all our efforts,

this is a step forward.

We know something happened

at that meeting.

We find the substance

responsible,

and we reverse the affect.

Simple as that.

Simple as that.

[pencil scratching on paper]

Nurse?

Sergeant.

I wasn't aware you were working

this case as well.

I believe it is

the same case, sir.

Do you?

Mr. Pettigrew is suffering

an identical paralysis

to that of Mr. Trelawny.

A coma.

A trance.

There isn't a better word.

Like a spell?

-I wouldn't say spell.

-[Sergeant Daw]

What would you say?

A trance.

You have experience

with trances?

I have experience

with addiction.

My mother was indoctrinated

into a ward.

I pay for her treatment,

as best I can.

She's an opium user?

I have a dying habit of fighting

for lost causes.

Well. I think you've made it

clear your methods are

of no use to us.

They would only be of no use,

if they did not present results.

We agree there.

Yes.

[writing]

Are you saying you have results?

I am investigating

my results presently.

You've found something?

-Yes.

-Proof of your theory?

That is what results mean, sir.

I'm confirming my investigation

as we speak.

[writing continues]

What did you find?

[tense music plays]

What did you find, Nurse?

-They're ancient.

-What?

What...? Where you going?

Aye! Where are you going?

Miss Trelawny.

-Miss Trelawny!

-[Mrs. Grant] Nurse Kennedy!

-What is the matter?

-I haven't been able to get

a word out of her.

-Miss Trelawny.

-[Margaret] What is it?

I have a diagnosis.

You found something?

I didn't see it at first,

as I was not looking

at the age of the samples.

What did you find, Nurse?

The anomaly is not just

a compound, but also

the blood itself.

The blood currently

within Mr. Trelawny's

and Mr. Pettigrew veins

dates back thousands of years.

It's ancient blood.

-What?

-I ran my tests a number

of times to verify my results.

The samples date back

as far as ancient Egypt.

-Egypt?

-We don't need imagination,

Nurse.

-We need information.

-It's not imagination!

This ancient blood has caused

their veins

to suddenly run black.

We've had enough of this...

Why this blood has persisted

thousands of years,

and currently resides

within their bloodstream

is another question

altogether, but...

I would be willing to stake

my entire medical--

-Nurse--

-...career on this discovery!

This blood will k*ll them

if it is left to remain,

do you understand?

Doctors are never so passionate.

That is my diagnosis.

-Ancient blood?

-Yes.

And you have no idea

why they got this way?

-Not yet.

-I may.

I believe there is a proposition

we have yet to consider.

And what is that?

That there was...

or rather,

that there is currently

something in this house

that affected them.

Can you be more specific?

A presence, sir.

Can you be less colloquial?

A spirit.

Something that does not belong.

You're proposing

the supernatural?

Is it too much to believe

that a spirit

is making itself know to us?

Yes!

That is too much to believe.

The supernatural

is not a valid claim of defense.

In the walls, I have heard--

Ghost stories, miss?

I've seen men and women flayed,

dripping in their own blood,

their flesh pulled down

over their ankles,

inner organs splayed out!

-Sergeant!

-And it was not the work

of ghosts or spirits.

I wouldn't have brought this up

if I didn't believe it

had merit.

Based upon what?

Over the last few nights,

since my father's attack,

something has been making

itself known to me and I to it.

-That's enough, Margaret.

-I believe if I am able

to communicate

with this spirit

then I will be able to--

That's enough, Margaret!

We've heard enough!

-Malcolm.

-The sergeant

and the good nurse

are professionals

they must have our trust.

May we have the room.

For what reason?

I would like to speak

with Mr. Ross.

I'm not sure that's

in our best interest--

The room. Please.

This may not be the best place

for you, sir.

I wish to speak with him,

is that so difficult a request?

-Sir.

-It will be fine.

I'll be just one room over.

They leave when you say so.

-I don't...

-[Margaret] Yes?

I, I don't condone

fear mongering, Margaret.

-It isn't fear mongering.

-You're talking about myths,

stories as if they are

proper discourse.

-They're not stories.

-We must speak modestly

in mixed company.

Speak modestly?

Yes.

When you speak, be it to a man

or a woman or a tree,

you have their respect.

You need only walk into a room.

When can I speak freely?

Here. With me.

Then I mean to tell you

there is something

in this house.

You ask too much, Margaret.

Margaret, I care

for you, deeply.

Truly, madly, but I need you

to be a woman, and not a girl.

Not anymore.

You love in pieces, Malcolm.

Parts, but not the whole.

That's not true.

Generously and romantically,

but not completely.

That's a cruel thing to say.

I know.

And quite inaccurate.

[sad orchestral music]

Is someone there?

Are you alright?

Yes, I...

Well, I heard you coming.

It's always a pleasure

when our paths cross, Mr. Ross.

-[ice rattles in glass]

-Yes.

I trust your office is well.

[Malcolm] It is.

Did you need something?

How well do you know

this family, Malcolm?

After a fashion. I...

I have intentions

with the lady of the house.

I'm aware.

Mrs. Grant must have said

something.

You're not subtle

in your intentions, sir.

Well, I'm still

in my early stages

with the woman,

which is to say that I, uh...

I'm enjoying

the courting process.

I meant that as a compliment.

I see you as a man

that acts logically and simply.

I believe that is a compliment.

How would you describe

Margaret's relationship

with her father?

They're not particularly close,

but I believe she cares for him.

I'm sorry, is there a purpose

to this conversation

or does small talk

with a sergeant always feel

like an interrogation?

You, as a lawyer, are familiar

with criminal investigations.

You understand an assailant

for a violent case

is most often someone close

to the victim.

A number of cases on my desk

fit the formula

you are describing.

The lady of the house.

Her latest theory.

People say desperate things

when they feel

threatened, cornered.

Well, yes, it's just...

Sh-she's highly imaginative,

I will grant you that,

but she's quite innocent.

Women are behaving more

like men everyday, sir.

Margaret will benefit the most

from her father's passing.

Financially speaking.

The argument could be made.

It can. And it is being made.

You know this woman well?

attempting to understand her

at best, sir.

But you are aware

she's been acting peculiar.

It's been

a difficult week for her.

Is it so hard to get a yes

or a no out of a lawyer?

She's been acting strange, yes?

-I must say, Sargeant,

this line of--

Mr. Ross! She accused an ancient

spirit of possessing her father.

She did do that.

A spirit she feels

-in the wall.

-[knock, knock]

Yes.

Was that so difficult?

I've seen men carted off

to asylums with half the cause.

I've sent a dozen myself.

I persist. She has had

a challenging week.

She is acting strange.

She has financial motive

and opportunity.

Do you agree, sir?

-I would like to counter--

-Would you?

...that all of this remains

circumstantial.

And that you do not

in your possession

currently hold any proof

of financial deviancy--

-I...

-...at this time.

You must grant me that, sir.

Proof is required

for a conviction.

Yes.

It is.

But I need you to ask yourself

one very important question,

Mr. Ross.

Do you really know this woman

as well as you think you do?

He hasn't moved?

No.

Does he still look

like my father?

Your father is sick.

It's scary for all of us,

but he needs rest.

And so do you.

I'm not so sure.

No? Then what do you propose?

I believe he's cursed.

[tense music plays]

Good night, Margaret.

[Malcolm sighs]

[tense music plays]

[ethereal whispers]

[tense music plays]

[suspense music plays]

[whispering grows louder]

[Margaret gasps]

[scared breathing]

[desperate knocking]

[door creaking open]

Margaret.

What's wrong?

What's happened?

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Did you see something?

I followed her up the stairs.

I didn't know what it was.

Margaret.

She wanted me to see it.

What did you see?

[Margaret shrieks]

It's alright. It's alright,

it's alright, just breathe.

Just breathe.

What did you see, Margaret?

I can show you.

[tense music plays]

He had it shipped here?

I don't know.

She has been making herself

known to me.

-She?

-She wanted to be found.

To what end?

I don't know.

[Malcolm sighs]

We should have

the body examined.

It would be

a very good place to start.

How do we identify an ancient

mummified corpse?

-[distant bells ringing]

-[city noises]

Damn. The lineage runs cold

again.

It would be

from the Sekhemkhet family

if it were a figure of a falcon.

They wouldn't have introduced

the falcon until

the next century.

Unless that jar

is from the next century.

I don't believe it is.

[door opening]

Mr. Corbeck?

There's a scroll

on the shelf behind me.

On the upper left side

there's a cartouche,

is the figure that of an owl

or a viper?

On the top of the page?

The left margin.

[happy music plays]

It's a falcon.

A falcon?

-Yes.

-Quite sure?

-It appears to me.

-Yes.

It's the Sekhemkhet family...

[Corbeck] Damn.

You're not

my research assistants.

-No.

-How did you get into my office?

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

My father is Mr. Abel Trelawny.

I understand you're the doctor

on Egyptology here

at the university.

Yes.

Then you are the expert

on Egyptian culture.

Quite right.

There are no sands

like that of the old country.

They drape the land in wonder.

[Margaret]

Mm, you've never been to Egypt.

I've done a great deal

of research.

We were hoping to bring

something to your attention

for identification.

Oh?

How confident are you

in your transcription abilities?

After the dynastic period

or before?

It depends, you know.

We don't know.

It is a full document

or just a partial manuscript?

-Not a manuscript.

-Not a manuscript.

Florence?

Thank you.

[Corbeck] There's an incision

along the right flank.

That would have been expensive.

Certainly from the upper class.

I've never seen stitching like

this, the care is reverent.

She was afforded a bracelet.

What's wrong?

The hieroglyphics...

The sun above the figure of Ka,

rising in glory.

They wouldn't...

Not unless they believed...

[both] She was born of Ra.

What does it mean?

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is not

an ordinary specimen.

Why not?

She's royal.

She's a queen?

Further than that, miss.

In your home,

you possess what may be

the first female pharaoh

ever discovered.

You see, the inscription

is quite clear.

Queen Tiyehotep,

Pharaoh of the Dawn.

Tiyehotep.

"Tiye" meaning "deity of light"

and "Hotep", rough translation,

"to be at peace"

or, or "to seek peace".

It has always seemed possible

within their hierarchy,

but the burial method here

is quite clear.

Tiyehotep received

a royal burial.

Early sixth century

before Christ,

would be my guess.

It was popular to mold

the wrappings as they are now

in the Old Kingdom.

How long has she been here?

Not long. The-- the shipping

has it here.

April of last year

as the departure.

She arrived just

a number of days ago.

Why would someone do that?

Put plainly, certain circles

have taken to purchasing

the ancient dead

as a means to consume them.

Sir?

They grind them into dust,

mix them with a liquid

and ingest them.

As a means to gain

their eternal life.

Consuming her would do

what to them exactly?

If you believe the ancients,

to defile a daughter of Ra,

the results would be

as horrific as I can imagine.

Your father is a good man.

I felt as though

I should say that.

I have worked houses

all my life, miss.

I've seen fathers beat

their children,

burn wrists, cruelty

you can't imagine.

Your father has always been

kind to you.

He provides you

with so many opportunities.

Is that the standard

by which we are to judge them?

At least

he doesn't beat children.

It's not fair to judge someone

by their worst moments.

It's not in men's nature

to be bridled.

What is in men's nature?

[sharp breathing]

[tense music plays]

[water dripping into basin]

[quiet humming]

[water dripping]

[Emma gasps]

Mr. Pettigrew?

Are you alright?

[suspense music plays]

Mr. Pettigrew?

[horror violins rise]

[music stops abruptly]

Tiyehotep.

Asalam alaikum.

You are a queen.

A pharaoh of Egypt.

And you are not.

My Egyptian is elementary.

My name is Margaret Trelawny.

Yes?

Your body was taken here,

to this house.

To rot.

There isn't a fate more foul

than waiting.

If we returned

your body to Egypt...

would your spirit be able

to finish its journey?

I am not meant

to stand in the fields.

After they have defiled

and debased ripped open my form.

I have become an exhibition.

I'm sorry

for what they have done to you.

There is a field

where the sun gives

its grace eternal

upon the waters of Iteru.

And the breeze folds

through Reeds.

There a pharaoh

shall become one with Osiris.

You will see it.

[gentle music rises]

I am no longer whole.

My body desecrated.

My flesh devoured

by their appetite.

They do not decide

if you are whole or not.

You will see your Field

of Reeds, Tiyehotep.

[gentle music plays]

[distant birds singing]

[sudden crash]

[tense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret?

Was it my father?

[suspense music plays]

Malcolm.

[door squeaks closed]

[scratching grows louder]

[Margaret] Mr. Pettigrew?

What are you doing?

Why are you here, Mr. Pettigrew?

Mr. Pettigrew...

[Pettigrew screams aggressively]

[Pettigrew growls, struggling]

[Margaret breathes heavily]

Uh...

[suspenseful violin music grows]

[struggling]

You're not going anywhere,

Mr. Pettigrew.

We have you quite secure.

You understand me?

Can you hear me, Mr. Pettigrew?

She doesn't need to be here.

-The woman.

-I'm not leaving, sir.

-Send her out.

-I'm not leaving!

You broke into this estate,

Mr. Pettigrew.

Why did you break in?

It made us see.

It opened our eyes.

-What opened your eyes?

-I need to taste it again...

It opened whose eyes?

The men in your club?

[laughing] It's not a club.

No?

-No.

-[Margaret] What is it?

It's a brotherhood.

Who is part of your brotherhood?

It could be anyone.

We wear masks

for our own discretion.

I don't know

who my brothers are.

Maybe it's him.

What did you want with her?

Why aren't you getting it

for me?

You're not listening to me!

No, you're not listening to me!

Mr. Pettigrew!

Let's stay calm.

You're treating me like a beast.

Give her to me.

-We won't be doing that.

-You would treat

a gentleman like this?

-She belongs to us!

-Mr. Pettigrew.

-Give it to me!

-You can't have her!

That's what buying means.

It's a transaction.

-You would have

a woman behave like this?

-Like what?

Give me my property!

Give me flesh! And bone!

She's mine!

She's mine!

I expect it won't hold him

for long.

-No. Likely not.

-No.

Consuming the corpse

did this to him?

-It did something.

-[Abel] Margaret.

Father.

Did I give you a start?

Pardon?

Well, you're breathing

quite quickly.

I'm fine. How are you?

Is there something wrong

with this door?

[Pettigrew] You can't treat

a gentleman like this!

Mr. Pettigrew broke

into your house, sir.

We have him trapped

behind this door.

I'll leave you to tend to that.

I have work to do.

And what sort of work is that?

Well. I told Mr. Pettigrew

I would have some antiquities

his way this afternoon.

It would be better

if you rested, father.

I have been resting.

I need to see to my work.

-[Malcolm] Abel.

-What are you doing?

We can't let you back to her.

What do you mean?

I need to see to my work!

[struggling]

[Abel] She belongs to me!

[door slams shut]

Mrs. Grant!

[Abel] Margaret open this door!

Mrs. Grant!

What's wrong with Mr. Trelawny?

This door does not open

for any reason,

no matter what he says to you.

Do you understand me?

Yes, miss. What's going on?

Do not let him out of this room!

[pounding on door]

She's not safe.

[Abel] Irene, open this door.

I can't, sir.

[heavy breathing]

[loud crash]

[suspense music plays]

[Abel] Have you forgotten

everything I've done for you?

I can't let you out, sir.

[Abel] There is no one

in this earth that sees me

as you do.

Please.

Open this door.

[suspense music plays]

-[men grappling]

-[Abel] Irene.

Mrs. Grant?

This is his house.

[gut punch]

[gut punch]

[heavy breathing]

We must allow him the chance

to prove himself.

Open this door!

[Abel] Open it!

[door rattles]

[Anne gasps]

[Pettigrew]

She's mine! She's mine!

[suspense music plays]

[powerful strike]

[hammer strikes nail]

Margaret.

There are more of them.

[suspense music plays]

[Malcolm] Margaret...

Margaret.

[eerie music]

Father...

Don't do this.

[loud cloth rip]

Let her go!

The Ancients believed

in a life-force

that they called Ka.

An energy connecting

the living and the dead.

They believed with enough Ka

life and death

were simply veils.

Nothing really dies.

A mummified body

is their home of the Ka.

A temple for the spirit.

[Abel] That is what makes

a mummy such a gift.

For to taste the flesh

of a queen is to become divine.

She has made herself known

to me.

We must send

her body back to Egypt.

I won't be sending her back.

She belongs to me.

[suspense music plays]

[ghostly whispers]

[whispers grow louder]

Margaret?

She belongs to all of us.

Get back.

-[scared breathing]

-Get back!

-[violent stab]

-Father!

[Abel grunts]

[fresh blood gushes]

[cultist] Give her to me!

[men screaming]

[Abel grunts]

-[groans]

-[blood sprays]

[manic breathing]

[tragic music plays]

[desperate sigh]

[water sloshing]

[scrubbing]

[sad music plays]

You kept them behind the door

as long as you could.

They still got out.

[water dripping]

I started working at this estate

when I was about your age.

I wish I had been strong enough

to stop Mr. Trelawny then.

I should have protected you.

It isn't your fault, Mrs. Grant.

It isn't yours either.

[gentle music rises]

[water sloshing]

[gentle melody continues]

[gentle piano]

[birds chirping]

[piano music fades]

Well, take me

through the evening.

I heard the break

in late last night.

Around what time was this?

Past one.

I made my way downstairs to see

what was making the commotion.

Anything in particular

they were after?

I suspect they were after

my effects.

I collect antiquities.

Your father testified

it was a break-in last night.

-Yes.

-Malcolm was with me

in the house.

He has been watching

over me as I recover.

-I'm aware.

-He helped me defend the house.

They made their way

into the house but he was able

to fend them off.

You were in your room?

I fear that if he wasn't here

to intervene...

I don't believe that I would

have survived the night.

[Sergeant Daw] Miss?

I wasn't in my room.

-No?

-He k*lled them.

In self-defense?

Not in self-defense.

They weren't thieves, sir.

-You're sure?

-Very much.

Very sure?

Mr. Trelawny staged the room

to make it seem like a break in.

-He did it himself?

-[Anne] Yes, sir.

I'm just glad

that the women are alright.

I can't imagine

what they would have done

to them.

[Margaret]

They came for the corpse.

My father purchased it.

He purchased a corpse?

Mr. Trelawny drove them

to it, sir.

Margaret is telling the truth.

[playful music plays]

Nurse?

Sergeant?

They wanted to consume

the corpse as a means

to gain eternal life.

That doesn't seem right.

I have proof of the compound

in their blood.

They were attempting

to consume the ancient body.

The corpse is still

in the house to verify

our testimony.

I will be putting

in a good word with

your supervisor.

You can expect that.

Men of stature

must stick together.

[distant arguing]

Margaret.

I am so very sorry

I didn't believe you.

It's alright.

And I know those are

just words, but...

I will make amends.

We should make contact

with Mr. Corbeck.

[Abel] She made me do it!

It is all her fault.

The corpse made you do it, sir?

You're not listening to me.

-I'm afraid I am.

-[Abel] It was self-defense.

I am afforded the ability

to make my claim.

[Sergeant Daw] We're going

to need to take this

from the start, sir.

[Abel] Margaret!

Tell him what happened.

The supernatural

is not a valid claim

of defense, Father.

[playful music plays]

[music ends]

Anne.

Miss Margaret.

We are almost done

with the floors.

Mrs. Grant and I.

Yes.

I wanted to speak with you.

If Mr. Trelawny is...

If there's no longer

a place for me here...

The household

is under my jurisdiction.

You have a place here as long

as you would like it.

Thank you, ma'am.

Anne, I'm sorry.

For what he did to you.

For the pain he caused you.

I didn't see it.

And I'm sorry I was so quick

to take his side.

But...

I'm here for you now.

[hopeful music rises]

I'm here.

[music swells]

I have made arrangements

for her to be sent back to the

antiquities office in Cairo.

Where she may rest.

They will house the body

with the original artifacts

discovered in her tomb.

As I understand she was buried

with a most beloved cat.

She will take it with her

to the afterlife?

If you believe

in that sort of thing.

You don't, Mr. Corbeck?

If at the end of my life

I find myself being judged

by forty-two divine entities

for my every action,

I would like to think

that I pass the test.

I hope so too, Mr. Corbeck.

She's ready.

As I understand.

Her journey will be long.

But not solitary.

Thank God for that.

[hopeful music swells]

Rest well.

Daughter of Ra.

[beetle chirps]

[Egyptian music]