Top 250 Quotes From The Haunting of Bly Manor

- You know...
- I do like that young woman.

- Storyteller: We return, dear listener, to another night.
- The night in which viola would sleep.

- These stupid puppets!
- These stupid puppets who had forgotten!
- So, he pulled on their strings.
- And it hurt.
- Thank Christ, Peter quint to the rescue.

- Something she did not entirely understand, but something she felt in her bones.
- She had to try.
- It's... it's you!
- It's me.
- It's us!

- A ghost story.
- Again, this story isn't mine, but it is full of ghosts of all sorts.
- And if a child gives the effect, another turn of the screw, what do you say to two?

- Wingrave!
Hooper: Miles!
- Wingrave!
- Wingrave!

- I'll let the children know.
- Why don't you stay?
- Sit with us and have a brew?
- The kettle's still warm.
Owen: Uh, kids can handle 15 minutes by themselves.
- Miss jessel: Um,
- I'm not thirsty, thanks.
- I think I'm going to get some air.
- Feels quite warm today, doesn't it?

- I'll tell Henry the house will blow up if I don't stay the week.
- Then hold that thought.
- Just till tonight.
- Come back to bed.
- Please.
- Pafience.

- the world where you can pretend your brother's still alive gets a little bit smaller.
- Doesn't it?
- I'm not pretending a fucking thing.
- Well, then take down the address on this envelope, and draft a notice of death for Dominic wingrave, and put it in the post.

- I was wrong. It's actually fine.
- Can I get out now?
- Can I play with my dolls?
- Yeah. Fifteen minutes, okay?

- into a rock that will burn if it's old enough.
- So much better to see the leafling, and flower.
- We leave more life behind to take our place.
- Like this moonflower.
- It's where all its beauty lies, you know.
- In the mortality of the thing.

- Hey.
- Shit.
- Oh.

- Take me to bed.
Perdita: Of course.

- Yeah, sure thing.
- In private.
Owen: We've got this, right?
- Right.
- Wingrave residence.
Flora: Hello? Hello?
- Hello?

- Miss Clayton called, again.
- I think maybe you should...
- Is anyone hurt?
- Do they need an ambulance?
- No, I don't think it's that simple.
- Jesus, I told you!
- I'm unavailable unless someone is hurt!

- Burrowed in deep.
- I know why so many people mix up love and possession...
- But guess what that means?
- He didn't just trap her.
- He trapped himself.
- And I hope she haunts that fucker forever.

Peter: Yes, just, um...
- Let me show you how beautiful you are.
- Can I see?
- No.
- Miss jessel: Come on.
Peter: Come here, come here.
- Turn around. Come here.

- Just...
- A few minutes more.
- Just a minute, really.
- In... in fact, could I have a glass of milk?
Dani: Of course.

- Promise me that you will keep them for her?
- That you will keep the key, and you will never give it to anyone, except our child.
- Promise me.
- I promise you.

- Brothers can be perfectly dreadful sometimes, cantthey?
- He isn't, though.
- He really isn't.
- You have a fine heart, miss.

- More than happy to add
- Peter fucking quint to the tally.
- Not a fan, I take it.
- You don't know the half.
- I'm learning.
- You got the right idea.
- I think it's a teachable moment for him.
- You looked down there yet?

Older: You said it was a ghost story. It isn't.
Narrator: No?
Older: It's a love story.
Narrator: Same thing, really.

- But why not?
- She's our friend.
- She's worried. Look.
Miles: She can't even hear you.
- I think she'd feel better if you told her this yourselves.
- Come on. She's scared.

- I've seen her before.
- The others...
- They say, "stay away from her."
- What others?
- Oh, no.
- She's coming back.

- It is right.
- Well, I'm just so goddamned lucky, aren't I?
- And so are you, miss Clayton.
- Where would we be, we wretched people...
- Without the generosity of our betters?
- And luck.

- I can't smell you,
- I can't feel you. No, it's not fair!
- Shh.
- It's not fucking fair!
- You're right here. I can hear you...
- Shh! You've got to be...
- Miss jessel: Quiet, becs!
- Becs?
- Becs?

- Let's play some cards!
Flora: You just need to watch out, because miles is a filthy cheater.
Peter: Is that right?
Flora: But otherwise...
- It's perfectly splendid.
Miles: Yes, and you're perfectly mental.
Flora: Stop it, miles!

- Open the door!
- Open the door!
Dani: Open the door!
- Open the door!
- Open the door!
- Guys!

- You can have the bottom bunk.
- Thanks.
- I'm glad you're all right.
- Yeah.

- Are we gonna talk?
- I'll take that as a "no."

- I don't want to.
- Alter ego: But you always do.
- Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. You know who it is.
- It's the British consulate in India.
- No, please.
- They have terrible news.
- Please.
- There's been an accident.

- Together, you and I...
- I'm sorry I didn't do worse.
- Cutoff its head, spread out the insides, or burn it.
- I'm sorry I didn't do worse.
Headmaster: Ahem.
Headmaster: Right, then.
- Get master wingrave's uncle on the telephone, please.

- But you don't want me to be hurt.
- Nor the kids.
- If I leave, I don't know where I'll go aften/vards and, I'd be...
- Be brave in death, Hannah.
- We both know you're not so selfish to remain hidden in a memory.

- That's not how it works.
- What are you looking at?
- I'm sorry?
- You do that, a lot.
- You look over my shoulder.
- What are you looking at?
- I don't know what you mean.

- That's all right with you, Mrs. Grose?
- Oh, no, it's fine by me.
- In fact, we've had this conversation before, haven't we, miles? Hmm?
- Every few weeks, it feels like these two are off on a midnight run, and muggins here is left to mop up their mud.

- No, that's not true.
- You told me yourself.
- You told me you've never met anyone like him before.
- And you don't get to have it both ways.
- Hannah, honestly.
- Rebecca.
- I'm sorry I mentioned it.
- Rebecca.

- Nothing I can do about it, because...
- Because I'm dead.
Hannah: Oh, god.
- Oh, god.
- Oh, god.
- Oh...

Flora: Hello?
- Miles?
- Is that you?

- Thank you for the conversation.
- It's been a long time since I've had a real one.
- Good night, Rebecca jessel.
- Good night, Peter quint.

- and now alone I lie and weep beside the tree singing "o Willow waly" by the tree that weeps with me singing "o Willow waly" till my lover returns to me

- This isn't what you said.
- It's not what I agreed. I...
- I didn't...
- I didn't agree.
- Beautiful.
- I...
- Beautiful.

- Storyteller: The vicar believed this an innocent omission.
- It was not.
- A surprise not to perdita, who knew her sister better than any.
- And a surprise not to god, thought perdita, as her sister's strategic union was blessed.
- He'd made her that way, after all.

- Of course.
- And we'll be together?
- We'll share it all, everything. Equals.
- I promise.
- I love you, Peter.
- I love you, becs.

- No, um...
- Markers?
- No, that's not it, is it?
- They're not.
- They're like...
- Like...

- Well, I'm gonna be up all night checking up on her, anyway.
- Good night.
- Just good night.
- There are other nights, and there will be other nights.
- You promise?

- We can wear the rings, and we'll know.
- Okay? And...
- That's enough for me.
- If it's enough for you.
- I reckon that's enough for me.
- Oh, yeah?

- and so much...
- To organize.
- So many people to let down...
- Yeah, no, easy. It's dumb.
- For a second,
- I thought you were gonna say you didn't wanna get married at all.

- I'd feel just awful.
- Oh, it's only one day.
- And I'm sure she can use a day without me.
- It might make all the difference, really.
- Well, thank you for coming to our rescue.
- Well, you always come to mine.

- and it hurts me when you say that.
- You know it hurts me when you say that.
- Anyway...
- You can reach me when I get to the house.
- I'll call you, when I have the number.
- I love you, mom.

- Mummy, you're awake!
- Isabel, you know you must not get too close to mummy, darling.
- Vi, what are you doing out of bed?
- You'll catch a chill.
- I didn't want to miss the ball.
- Come, let us get you back to your room.
- I'll prepare some herbs for your tea.
- I don't want tea.
- I want to talk to my daughter.

- Right before.
- I mean, right...
- Right before.
- Jesus, Dani, the same day?
- Yeah.
- Is he here now?

Jamie: Dani!
- It's us.

- I'll-co-hol you later.
- No, wait.
- No, no, um...
- I know the road. It's fine.
- Wait. Please.
Jamie: It's all good.
- Christ, the state of you.

- That sense of expansion wasn't only indoors, either.
- Gazing out, she found that the terrace and the whole place, the lawn and the garden beyond it, and all she could see of the park, were empty, with a great emptiness.
- An emptiness that called out to be explored.

- Good morning.
- Mm.
- Yes, it is.

- A hospital is two hours away.
- The doctor was 40 minutes away.
- Miles?
- He's fine. He's asleep.
- Okay.
- I'm here, darling.
- Here's my girl. My girls.
- How are my girls?

Peter: Stop.
- Stop!
- Stop, let me go.
- Let me go! Let me go!
- You bitch!
- Let me go!

- No, thank you. I'm... I'm not hungry.
Owen: Huh.
- The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness.
- And in its taste confounds the appetite.
- It smells delicious in here.
- Um, becs, can I borrow you a moment?

- I should go. I'm sorry. Uh...
- Are you sure? It... it's still...
- No, it's fine.
- The worst has passed.
- But thank you, uh, for the drink, and the company.
- You're welcome.

- Well, here you go.
- She can sleep with you tonight.
- Okay, let's look.
- Hmm.
- I don't see it!
Miles: It must be under some clothes.
- Okay.

- Scotch or bourbon tonight?
- Scotch it is.

- I think you're surprisingly sane, considering.
Jamie: Look...
- I know what it feels like...
- To feel like you can't find your...
- You sure?
- Yes.

- I'm calling Owen, and Jamie.
- Where are you going with that?
- I'm gonna do my own sweep.
- Mr. Quint.
- Lovely to see you again.
- The pleasure's mine, miss jessel.

- Storyteller: And all of the spirits trapped in her gravity were released.
Miles: Uncle Henry.
- Miles.
- I'm so sorry, kids.
- I'm so very sorry.
- Hannah, where's... where's Hannah?

- I'm tucked away again in another memory.
- Tucked away safe.
- I miss you, mummy.
Charlotte: Oh.
- My darling.
- You should probably wake up now.

- Storyteller: The au pair's heart ached for the boy's pain.
- But, like the very weather at bly, his moods proved quick to change.
- As sun, clouds, and rain would appear without hint or warning, so, too, did the children's moods.
- As though time and nature held secret laws, just for them.

- Eddie.
- I can't.
- What did I do?
- Nothing.
- What didn't I do?
- It's not like that.
- Well, then, what's it like, Danielle?

- Now, you have a big day tomorrow.
- A happy day with your silly, gorgeous, insane man.
- You should sleep.
- Thank you.
- I feel like I should hug you.
- That's all right.

- I can fix it.
- But I couldn't leave without...
- I love you, Charlotte.
- I know.
- There's a lot more to it thanlove.
- A lot more to it.

- Surely, you're not walking back to town, surely. I'll arrange a ride.
- Or take you myself.
- No, really, I'm...
- Or you can stay here, you know.
- For as long as you like.
- Forever, if you need to.
- Come, let's have a drink.

Flora: Miss Clayton?
- Miles!

- Uh, where are you off to?
- Heading back to the garden.
- I have a few more weeds to pull.
- Trying to earn time off for good behavior, then?
- Have a lovely afternoon, Jamie darling.
- "Darling"?

- you get black.
- Well, it's beautiful. I love it.
- You're beautiful.
- Peter was even saying so himself this morning.
- He stayed the night, you know.
- Well, it is fun to have him here.

- Spick and span!
- I imagine you learned that at...
- Boarding school.
- Yeah. Professional, I'd say.
- Why don't you come teach your sister how to do it?
- She'll think it's just splendid.
- Oh, but...
- Just splendid.

- A grotesque little demon, isn't he?
- I pity you.
- 'Cause you have to live with him.
- You have to live with yourself.
- And he's a shit, grinning, fucking monster.
- Isn't he?

- Storyteller: The housekeeper was no stranger to muddy footprints.
- A few times a year, it seemed, she started her days with a mop.
- Always the same path.
- From the door to the forbidden wing, and back again.

- Miles?
- Miles?
- Miles, are you okay?

[first lines]
Narrator: We lay my love and I beneath the weeping willow. But now alone I lie, and weep beside the tree. Singin', "O willow waly, by the tree that weep with me." Singin', "O willow waly, 'til my lover return to me."

- They do that in France for the little kids.
- I don't want it watered down!
- I want an actual bloody drink!
- Uh-uh. No!
- Good night, Owen.
Owen: Good night.
- Come on. Both of you.

- Storyteller: When she beheld her husband, she saw not the changes wrought of time, only his sadness.
- Only that.
- And so, oven/vhelmed, she...
- Slept and waited.

- For protection?
- No, I took it down.
Dani: Why?
Flora: Because it doesn't work.
Dani: Miles?
- Miles?
- You can go get dressed.

- How are they coping?
- I mean, after all they've been through.
- You know, it's...
- I mean, their parents didn't come home.
- That's all.
- They don't comprehend much beyond that.

- Miss jessel: It's you.
- It's me.
- It's us.

Narrator: Toward the middle of the 17th century, there lived in the province of Hampshire, a widowed gentlemen. His name is of little account. I shall take the liberty of calling him Mr. Willoughby. A name, like his own, of a highly respectable sound. He'd being left a widower after some six years of marriage, and had devoted himself to the care of his progeny. Two daughters born at an interval of five years apart. The elder, Viola, the younger Perdita, in memory of a little girl born between them who had lived but a few weeks.
Narrator: With their father in the ground, they faced a dire necessity for marriage. For both maidens, neither a male, stood to lose control over Mr. Willoughby's economic affairs. And of the manor in Bly, their lifelong home. Women in that time had nothing. No present, no future, without a tie to a man. So, they were as little girls once more. But now with nothing in the world but each other.

- With just two.
- Then I noticed the position was, full-time, live-in.
- And then it clicked.
- They've lost someone.
- Now, I understand death.
- I know what loss is.

- I'm quite simply not part of the fucking club.
- Why am I here?
- I don't know.
- But I feel...
- Hopeful.
- And that doesn't happen often, not to me.

- Okay?
- You're still here.
- What if...
- I'm here sitting next to you...
- But I'm just really her?
- One day at a time.

- and all manner of expense.
- Some as rare and rich as if they were spun of threads of jewels, all passed through her cunning hands, without a word of boast coming from her lips.
- Storyteller: No, from her lips, only the sickness...
- Sto ryteller: Impossible, finally, to ignore.

- I'm terribly sorry for the trouble.
- I was just going on a walk.
- I didn't mean to alarm you.
- Let's get some breakfast, shall we?
- I'm positively famished.

- Oh, dear.
- What are we going to do about this?
- I don't know.
- I truly don't know.

- was when he taught me how to sew patches onto the knees of my trousers.
- Daddy knew how to sew?
- Oh, very well, in fact.
Miles: Mmm-hmm.
Flora: Will you teach me how to sew patches onto things?
Henry: If you like.

- why don't you go help Owen with breakfast, hmm?
Miles: She doesn't hate it there.
- Why should anyone hate a lake?
- She talks about it all the time.
- Sure.
- But flora lies.

- Shall we go down?
Hooper: Wingrave!
- Wingrave!
- Storyteller: The trouble began as trouble often does.
- With an accident.
- Or so it would be called.

- Storyteller: The boundary impossible to walk through together.
Flora: Miss jessel!
- Miles, stop!
- Storyteller: And though she didn't much like losing time being tucked away, at least she had company there.
- His company.

- Storyteller: The au pair knew the moment had come.
- The beast had lurked indeed, and the beast, at its hour, had sprung.
- And she could not risk the most important thing, her most important person.
- Storyteller: Not for one more day.
- And so, the gardener found herself back at bly manor one last time.

- Hey, hey. Hey.
- What are you doing?
- I don't feel good.
- How long have you been out here?
- I just woke up.
- I don't know.

- I'm tucked away again, aren't I?
- -Yes.
- I thought... I thought we'd be together.
- But we are.

- Heavy.
- And I...
- And all I could do was just...
- Let her hang onto me until it was time for her to let go.
- And soon I'll let her go, too.

- The post is here.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- The people here, most of them, they're born here, they die here.
- The whole town is one big gravity well.
- And it's easy to get stuck.
- God, is that...
Owen: Like I said, plenty to love.
- Can I get out and walk the rest of the way?

- I fell.
Hooper: I saw you jump.
- I fell.
- Yeah, well...
- If you ever need anything,
- I'm here for you, mate, okay?
- Good night, miles.

- Stop it!
- Flora! Get inside!
- Now hide.
- Let her go.
- Now.
- Stop.

Narrator: Miss Jessel found herself, as she walked the gorunds of Bly for the first time, wishing that she might never leave. And it turned out, she never would.

- Or I will beat the living shite out of you. No bullshit.
- I will fucking end you.
- Try me.
- Look at you, all flushed.
- You're pretty when you blush.
- Miles!

- I haven't had a feeling like this since...
- So, you'll go to bly, then?
- They'll be so happy to see you.
- And maybe you can tell those little kids to their faces exactly how their parents died.
- And you can tell them why they were taking that trip in the first place.

- Owen!
- Wait!
- Wait!
- Wait!

Owen: All right, well, it's about that time.
- I'll-co-hol you later.
- God, even for you.
- Drive safe.
Jamie: I know the road. We'll be fine.
- It's all good.

- They think you're some pervert breathing into the phone.
- Just a crank.
- Pathetic, really.
- Here we are again.
- Well, it's not real, but you probably should get it anyway.

- And fade, and fade.
- And the others, too.
- Those souls held in her orbit, those unfortunates trapped in the gravity well she had made of bly manor.
- They were fading as well.

- See.
- Okay.
- It's beautiful. I, um...
- I don't know what to say.
- Just say...
- "Good morning, Mrs. O'Mara."

- But I'm happy to watch the children before bed if you'd like a moment.
- Wh... what are the candles for?
- The dead.
- There's more of them than I'd like, the older I get.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, god, no need.
- I have been, and I remain, a very happy woman.

- That's, um...
- I think flora just misses miss jessel terribly.
- So, we play little games to keep her from feeling sad.
- Mmm.
- Such a draining thing.
- Dealing with children.

[first lines]
Narrator: The housekeeper was no stranger to muddy footprints. A few times a year, it seemed, she started her days with a mop. Always the same path. From the door to the forbidden wing, and back again.

- But here's Dani Clayton.
- She's a bit of a weirdo, but she's a lot stronger than she thinks.
- And if anyone can bring miles and flora back to themselves, she can.
- I'm glad she's here.
- I think they would be too.

- You wouldn't have guessed.
- Funny thing about cleaning a house for years.
- You know exactly where everything is.
- Henry might be too much of a mess to notice what you're up to, but I'm not.
- And what am I up to?
- You're taking things that aren't yours.

- I'll-co-hol you later.
Hannah: God, even for you.
- Drive safe.
Jamie: I know the road. We'll be fine.
- It's all good.
- Christ, the state of you.

- but I'm learning a lot about being alive.
- I mean, a lot.
- Woman: Mrs. Grose.
- They're here.
- Uh, sorry, will you, uh...
- Will you...

- Just a little something to make you feel more welcome.
- Thank you.
- It's very pretty.
- I'm just gonna finish up here and see you in a few minutes, okay?
- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Hello?
- Wait!
- Hello?

- Storyteller: The au pair could not remember the last time she'd slept this well.
- And she thought perhaps she never had.

- I've got a problem.
- Or rather, we've got a problem, poppins.
- Oh, no.
- You see,
- I'm not sick of you.
- At all.
- I'm actually pretty in love with you, it turns out.

- And now...
- Now, when I hear them cry, or...
- Scream, or yell, god, it's the most beautiful sound in the world.
- I'm so sorry.
- Dan|: No.
- It's all right.
- Oh, god, look at me.

- Who does it belong to?
- Miss jessel.
- Who's that?
- The other one.
- Before you.
- I'm...
- I'm so sorry. I...
- I'm so sorry.

- Or flattery.
- For horses, it's carrots.
- And for women, most of them...
- It's flowers.
- Then why did you give the flowers to flora?
- I didn't.

- Mrs. Grose, how did you know Owen was coming?
- She's been making your favorite.
Hannah: Come on.
- Let someone else cook for you for a change.
Owen: Oh, she gave me a heart attack.

- You know...
- You should be nicer to me, Hannah.
- I mean, one word from me, and...
- You'll be thrown out of here with nothing but your last week's wages.
- This is my home, Peter quint.
- You'll leave long before I do.

- Uh, yeah, no. Yeah, he is. Just...
- Just one... one moment.
- It's your neighbor,
- Mr. Mcqueeny.
- Look, I am so sorry, Owen.
- I'm so sorry.

- You're wrong.
- You're mistaken.

- One day, the locks would see their keys, and, one day,
- Isabel would open her mother's trunk...
- And claim her reward.
- Both of their rewards.
- And day after day, night after night, an ocean of time, the moment finally came.

- But, then, ifigured,
- "how could you know that?"
- It's a funny coincidence, I suppose.
- My middle name is flora.
- Is that right?
- Good night.
- Good night.

[first lines]
Narrator: The housekeeper knew, more than most, that deep experience was never peaceful. And because she knew this ever since she'd first called Bly home, she would always find her way back to peace within her daily routine, and it had always worked. Always.
Owen: [joining Mrs. Grose at the bonfire] We can't count on the past. We can't count on the past. That's what I learned taking care of Mum. Hm. It's kind of what dementia is, isn't it? I supposed I learned a lot on this. I mean, we - we think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade, or they're wrong. Any of us could die, at any moment. Or we could forget our entire lives, which is like dying. So then, think about it. We can't count on our future, either. No past. No future.
Mrs. Grose: Oh, my God, it's scary, I know, but, Owen, you're young. Like, you have a past, you have a future. Now, I'd argue you can count on both. Poor, sweet, drunk man.

Hannah: I'll let you know.
Owen: Hannah, don't insult me.
Hannah: It was only in my mouth.

- Iwalk and I run, and the moment...
- The moment I reach the edge of the property,
- I'm right back here.
- Inside. Right on the spot where it...
- Will you tell me now?
- How it happened?

- We heard something.
- Something downstairs.
- And flora's doll house, well...
- Something strange.
- I'm sure it's fine.
- Go on back to bed, both of you.

- Well, I won't keep you.
- John 16:22.
- It's brief, I promise, but it's helped me on more than one occasion.
- John 16:22.
Miles: Hmm.

- What's happening? Are you okay?
- Were you sleepwalking again?
- I don't...
- I don't know.
- I think I was tucked away again.
- Okay, come on. Let's go inside.
- Why does this keep happening?

- Uh, perhaps we could hide this in the study until the party.
Charlotte: Sounds good.
- Darling, look what your brother's brought.
- It's terrific.
- I'm sorry I can't make the birthday party. You know how it is.
- I'll call you when I get to Berlin.
- Sounds perfect.

- I found these, too.
- I didn't break them. I promise.
- They were like this already.
- It's fine.
- It's fine.
- Excuse me a minute.

- Because?
- You're dead.
- And it's such a shame that you had to go and follow us.
- It was going so well.
- Honestly, Hannah!

- You all right, poppins?
- Yeah.

- You're killing him.
- Help! Stop it!
- Help!
- Uncle Henry!
- Help!
- Help!

- I'm persuasive when I need to be.
- But this belonged to...
- She never wore it.
- He was adamant about that.
- She never wore it, so...
- Don't feel bad.
- Try it on.
- Go on, try it on!

- Woman: I'm so sorry.
- Man: Thank you.
- I'm so sorry, Danielle.
- He was a wonderful young man, and you were a lovely couple.
Dani: Thank you.
- Forgive me.

Dani: You aren't down here, are you?
- This wing is off limits, game or not.
- Okay?

- Wingrave!
- Wingrave!

- Storyteller: Just before the sixth year of viola's living death, she summoned to her room all of the jewels and clothes she had accumulated in her days before the sickness.

- placed by one lord Henry wingrave regarding his young nephew and niece, who were in need of an au pair.
- A full-time position, it said.
- Live-in, at that, in his old family home in essex.
- A great good place, alone in the country.

Flora: Please.
- Let her go.
- Please.

- And please...
- Please think.
- What's the one thing, the only thing that would ever keep me from you?

- Don't be ridiculous. Come on.
- Let's go inside.
- No.
- I have gotten so sick of watching you, strutting around like this.
- No, you need to be put in your place.
- You need to look down.

- I know, I've noticed.
- You should think of her, vi.
- Think of Isabel.
- What will she be left with?
- What memories of you will she carry?
- Will it be this? This version of you?
- Because, viola, with love, let it be anything else.

- I will drag you out of this house by your bloody ear and throw you into that dirty lake.
- Do you understand me?
- Good.
- Now, clean this up.
- It's almost supper.

- I've lost people a few ways in my life.
- But...
- Wow!
- Miles, you've got some great grown-ups.
- Some great people here to choose for your family.
- If you want to.

Dani: It's okay, okay?
- We gotta get out of here.
Flora: Where are we going?
Dani: I don't know, anywhere. Anywhere.
- Flora!
- No! I don't like this game!
- I'm not leaving!
- Shh! Flora!
- And you can't make me!
- Shh! Come on! We gotta go!
- Miles, where are you?

- Every moment after the last rites.
- It was a different word that had infected her all this time.
- The word was not "mercy," she realized in the end.
- Storyteller: No.
- The word had always been...
- "Enough."

- No!
- It's us.
Dani: No! No!

- Well, uh, good show, boss.
- Take care.
- Yeah.
- Be safe.
- Oh, well...
- I suppose I...
- I don't know how I will ever thank you.

- Neither did Henry, if I'm honest.
- All three of them just...
- Gone.
- Are you coming down?
- In a bit.
- All righty.

- Please, please come by for dinner, any night.
- Okay, I will.
- Okay.
- Real soon.
- Lots of love.
- Okay. Uh, bye-bye now.
- Bye, sweetheart.

- Uncle Henry slept over.
- In one of the guest rooms.
- And I was just saying good morning just now.
Charlotte: Yes.
- And I just heard you say there was someone in your room.
- Come! See, quickly!

- No, I'm sorry.
- All right.
- Well, I'll be back in a few hours.
- Okay.
- And if I find out you've not been relaxing, there will be serious consequences.
- Okay.
- Yeah.

- Why he'd done any of these things, no one would understand.
- Only the letter from flora, delivered when he arrived, forgotten in the dormitory, would offer a possible clue as to why he tried so, so hard to be sent home.
- "Come home."

Dani: Miles!
Hannah: Miles, I just mopped that bit!
Dani: Can I have that, please?

- Both: The old wing.
- Oh, you must have imagined it, dear.
- What, you're not gonna eat anything?
- Oh, no, I already ate.
- Just here for the company.
Flora: You must try this.
Hannah: Flora, don't.

- Lovely to see your face.
- And yours, too, sir.
- We'll have tea this week.
- You'll tell me all about how numbingly constant everything is.
- Well, I should like that very much, ma'am.
- You'll bring those in directly, will you?
- Immediately.

Dani: Flora, you cleaned!
- Well, how sweet of you.
- You're welcome.
- I put all your things into the wardrobe and chest of drawers.
- Are you cross with me?

- Storyteller: He had promised they'd be equals.
- But she was safe, tucked away in a memory of them, where they could be together.
- And he was here, alone.
- And he had spent too much of his life alone.

- They're not coming back.
- I'm afraid not.
- That's not fair either.
- No, it isn't.
- Why do the bad ones get to come back, and not them?

- Nightly, in fact.
- Those first few years, a dark carriage led by a red-eyed horse, denied at the door of bly manor.
- Sto ryteller: That dark carriage and its driver denied so often, in fact, that it would not venture to bly manor again.

- Some things you may want to hear about.
- No need.
- I'm happy the children are well.
- Of course.
- Have a good weekend.
Receptionist: Uh, thank you.

- that kept her in purgatory, it would hold others, too.
- She would sleep, and as happens when one dreams, she would forget.
- And having forgotten, she would wake.
- Storyteller: She would walk.

- No. No, no, no.
- See, fur like that, you have to feel it on your skin.
- At least once in your life.
- There's nothing like it.

- I promise. I do.
- I promise.
- Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Mm-hm.
- Can I kiss you?

- You haven't touched your hot chocolate,
- Mrs. Grose.
- Can I have it?
- Uh, no, you'll be up all night.
Flora: Yes!
- Let's stay up all night!
Dani: Flora.
Flora: This is all so exciting!
- We're going to stay up all night long, and it's going to be perfectly...

- Is that all right?
- I'll just be a sec.
- Somebody's brother threw their doll down the laundry chute.
- Oh... of course.
- Thank you.
Owen: Hmm.

- Do you want company?
- While you wait for your beast in the jungle?
- Do you want company?

- This is going to upset you.
- Upset?
- Oh, I'm much more than just upset.
- Please, just hold out your hand.
- What? Why?
- Just hold out your hand.

- Good Christ.
- Just shoot me.
- Put me out me misery.
- It's not fair on anyone.
- I don't think fairness comes into it, dear.
Jamie: Hm.

- I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- You made him so happy, right till the end.
- I hope you know that.
- You're being so brave, honey.
- I'm really proud of you.
- Excuse me!

- It's just a bit of mud.
Dani: Hmm.
- Well, I forgive you.
- But I'm afraid I...
- I don't believe you.
- That's the issue.

- Not at bedtime.
Miles: It's the best time for games, really.
Flora: Stop being weird, miles!
- He's so weird sometimes.
Dani: And you, sweet thing.

- She was so early.
- She was.
- Right.
- And I was so surprised.
- But for a baby that early, she wasn't nearly as small as I expected.

Hannah: That's right, butter.
- Poppins, you all right?
Dani: Yeah.
- I'm fine.
- I need a... I need a minute.

- $25, 000?
- No.
- How did dollars get into this?
- Storyteller: At long last, deep within the au pair's heart, there was peace.
- And that peace held for years, which is more than some of us ever get.

- saying this will be okay?
- I'm okay.
- Denial!
- That's morbid.
- God, that's what this is.
- This is... this is morbid.
- Be careful.
- It's morbid!

- I mean, by the signs of it, they're thriving.
- I'd say... just let them be.
- Let them live their lives the way they should.
- Without anything hanging over them.
- They deserve that.
- We all do.

- Let me show you just how beautiful you are.
- Let me see, then.
- No.
- Not till the end.

- Let me out! Let me out!
- Let me out!
- Let me out! Let me out!
- Let me out! Let me out!

- We lay my love and I beneath the weeping Willow
Dani: Flora.
- Flora!

- What's that?
- It's...
- The lady.
- From the lake.
- She's...
- Don't you remember?

- Okay. Yeah.
- Eddie.
- No, let me go.
- Eddie! I'm sorry!
- Let me go.
- Jesus, have you not...
- You've done enough!
Dani: I'm sorry.
- Eddie! Eddie!

- Woman: But now, alone I lie, and weep beside the tree.
- Singing, "o Willow waly"
- By the tree that weeps with me.
- Singing, "o Willow waly"
- Till my lover return to me.

- We're all outside, and you're joining us.
Dani: Hm.

- Storyteller: She would sleep.
- She would wake.
- Storyteller: She would walk.

- Said flora's been sleepwalking.
- And she's all right?
- I'm not sure.
- If she's all right, that's all.
- If she isn't?
- If she isn't, then why isn't she calling a bloody doctor?
- Yes.

- Storyteller: She would sleep.
- She would wake.
- She would walk.
- And time went by.
- How much time, it was impossible to reason.

- that she could simply slip into the warmth of blankets and nestle herself to the bosom of her family, waiting for her all this time.
- And she'd stare at that empty bed...
- And viola would remember.
- And the remembering itself was injury anew.

- To viola.
- Of course.
- We mustn't dispose of an oath to viola.
- But what right had viola to dispose of our future?
- What right had she to bind you to meanness and cruelty?
- No more of this.

- Hello.
- Yes, speaking.
- I'm sorry, could you repeat that?
- What sort of an accident?
- Well, surely, they're all right.

- She cannot sleep without her mother.
- Separate.
- You will treat her.
- Cure her.
- I do not know that I can.
Perdita: You will.
- You will. God help you, but you will.

- You're doing great.
- Thank you.
- Anytime.
- Right.
- Well, back to it, then.
- Chin up, poppins.

- perfectly splendid.
- Storyteller: Miss jessel found herself, as she walked the grounds of bly for the first time, wishing that she might never leave.
- And it turned out she never would.

- Storyteller: The lady in the lake was also Dani.
- And Dani wouldn't.
- Dani would never.
- In fact, no one would ever be taken again, and no one has been taken to this day.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

- it all comes down on me please say honestly you won't give up on me and I shall believe
- I shall believe and I shall believe

Dani: He's awake!
- He's awake.
Hannah: Oh, thank god.
Dani: He's awake. He's awake.

- Seems to me an easy position to fill.
- At least as you've described.
- So, I suppose you're right.
- What is the catch?
- That really is the question.
- Thank you.

- You know, flora, was a little upset, I think.
- She's always a little upset.
- Whether she admits it or not.
- But she's so, so glad you're here.
- And so am I.
- Well, thank you for making me feel so welcome.

- Lie.
- Viola, I don't.
- Liar.
Perdita: If he looks at me now and then, it is because he is lonely.
- And he is human.
- It is because for the last five years, the only husbandly duty he's fulfilled is that of mourning.

- you can tell him
- I said they're all right.
- Are they all right?
- Well, there's nothing physically wrong with them, and that's all I can speak to,
- I'm afraid.
- I'll see myself out.
- Always nice to see you, Hannah.
- And you.

- "So also you now indeed have sorrow,
- "but I will see you again,
- "and your heart shall rejoice,
- "and yourjoy, no man shall take from you."

- No, I want to be in our bed.
- We can't, love.
- I want to be in our bed.
- Arthur.
Viola: Please.
Arthur: Isabel.
- Think of Isabel.

- I'm finished.
- Okay, I'll be with you in just a sec.
- Are they gonna go back in their house?
Flora: Later.
- Okay.

- Rebecca is dead.
- Peter is missing.
- You think.
- Flora is eight.
- And miles...
- Something is wrong with miles.

- So, how about it, mate?
- Go on, be a good lad.
Dani: No! No!
- It's you.
- It's me.
- It's us.

- Peter?
- Peter.

- Look at this.
- No. No, enough.
- Enough.
- Back.
- Back. I have to go back.
- Have to go back.
- Have to go back.

- Well, it isn't really my story.
- It belongs to someone I knew.
- And it's not exactly short.
- Well, it seems we have time enough, and wine enough.
- Why not?

- Up you go.
- Thank you.
- You're the coolest.
- I had a bad dream.
- Oh.
- I hurt you.
- And it made you feel sad.
- Oh, you never make me sad, poppet.

- To get over it.
- The length of a relationship, halved, which for you, well it...
- It really isn't that long now, is it?
- Well, not everything has a half-life, does it?
- Quite right.

- In the time that we've been talking,
- I've sorted it out.
- Oh, well.
- Well done.
- Sure.
- Safe travels.

- How?
- Please, not now.
- How?
- Not now.
- How? How do I get out?
- I'm gonna show you. I'm...
- Damn it, I was right in the middle...

- I thought I said go back to bed.
Miles: Peter!
- No, miles, stay here.

- That's good to know.
- It's good to know that when a man asks you to put something in your mouth, he doesn't have to ask twice.
- He... he... he didn't.
- You misunderstand.
- You'll be fine.

- It's too late.
- It's too late, but not for her.
- Get her away from here.
- You get her as far away from this house as you possibly can.
- Go on. Quickly.
- Thank you.

- Oh, no, you don't. You insisted.
- Even if you begged, you said, we had to get this one done.
- Ugh. Christ.
- The nanny.
- Au pair. Here.
- Au pair.

- since before you were born.
Dani: Huh.
Owen: Hannah, give her a bottle.
- Hannah.
- Hm?
- Where did you go, love?
- I'm so sorry.
- I, um, I've been drifting lately.
- Quite a bit, I'm afraid.

Peter: Sorry, ishouldn't have. Uh...
- I couldn't sleep, and, uh...

- Honestly, Hannah.
- You should give the vacuum a rest.
- Live a little.

- I know how to dance, indeed, young miss.
- I never see you dance.
- She has you there, perdi.
- I know very well.
- Oh, oh, no, no, no, no...
- Just one.
- Let's show the young thing how it's done proper.

- Would you mind popping in to have a look?
- Where exactly?
- Uh, by the stove, high up towards the ceiling.
- You can't miss it.
- I'll get round to it.
- Great work, you lot! Keep it up!

Family: [toasting the married couple] I want to warn you all, you young people have absolutely no idea what you are letting yourselves in for. Oh... Here's a horrifying statistic. Did you know that almost half of marriages these days do not end up in divorce? That means there's a strong probability that you two get to watch each other die. And that's the preferred outcome. To truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them.

Father: [to Miles] Death is something to mourn, not fear. And you've had to deal with death far, far more than a child your age should.

Flora: Of course.
- But then we must show her the statue garden.
Miles: She'll see it all eventually, flora.
- We'll see you after you've settled.
- And once you have, we'll have to show you the rest.
Hannah: Flora!
Flora: Coming.

- I was gone an awful lot, wasn't I?
- Lonely...
- A house this size...
- Just you and miles.
- Lonely.
- Do you love him?

Flora: Aww.
Hannah: Ohh.
- Storyteller: The au pair found that she lit her candle not in remembrance of those that she lost, but to atone for the moments she didn't remember them.
- Those most recent moments where she'd even been happy to have forgotten them.

- Yeah.
- We were...
- We were engaged, and he... he died.
- He died and I, uh...
- I sometimes, I... it's like...
- I see him.

- Is that Henry's car?
- Not here. N... not here.
- Owen, Owen, what are you doing here?
- This is gonna sound insane, but we both had an awful dream, and we just drove, and...
- The lake.
- They... they need you at the lake.
Dani: Flora!

- somewhat known to him already by virtue of her lineage.
- But perdita's desires, as you will have observed, remained a good deal of a mystery.
- During the first three years of their marriage, the new Mrs. Lloyd failed to become a mother in her own right.
- And her adopted daughter refused, at every turn, to see her as a mother.

Flora: Why, they're dolls, of course.
- You, miss, have a lot of dolls, and we're going to learn how to pick them all up before we go to sleep, okay?
Flora: Put her back.
- She stays there.

- The eldest of Willoughby's daughters, once lady Lloyd of bly, remained, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.
- The pull of that next world ignored, she instead made her own gravity, gravity of will, that would change the terrain of bly manor forever.
- And once again, she would sleep.

- the shadows get deeper...
- The nights get longer.
- We're heading into the dark, and we have to hang onto each other.
- So we can only carry so much.
- Anyone got any old bones to throw?
- All right, I'll start.

- perhaps you'd see her.
- Though, no way to know when she's awake or asleep.
- Christ, is that the time?
- Big day tomorrow.
- Best get some rest.
- Hmm.

- It's just out of sight, but I can feel it. I know it's there.
- And it's waiting.
- She's waiting...
- And at some point...
- She's gonna take me.

- The things that we're gonna be, you and I, in america.
- Oh. A lord...
- And his lady.
- No, a queen and her stable boy.
- All right.

Miles: Seven! Eight!
- Miles!
Miles: Nine!
Dani: Miles.
- Flora!
- Olly, olly, oxen free!
- Hmm.

- Miles! Help me!
- I gave you your freedom...
- Miles!
- And you're letting it drown.
- Help me!
- Help me.
- Miss jessel!

- Go ahead, love.
- You let me handle this part.
- Let me in.
- Let me in.
- It's you. It's me.
- It's us.

- You don't deserve it.
- And I'm sorry to see it.
- And if there is anything at all that I can do to help, please tell me.
- I'd be happy to do so.
- Thank you.

- But Arthur had grown a superstitious man and had seen the horror on perdita's lifeless face.
- His superstition defied reason, but he felt confident all the same.
- Whatever curse had claimed his second wife, he would not risk his daughter to its icy fingers.
- His daughter, nor anyone else.