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I mean, you can be whatever kind of lawyer you want.
I-I promise you that. That's-- That's not who I am.
We're not like them, Becs.
she would always find her way back to peace
He said,
[woman] Mrs. Grose.
since his parents died.
I'm having a difficult time.
[fire crackling]
disappear and then come back, and try and act like everything is normal.
It's gone.
I have to tell you something.
Go on back to bed, both of you.
Oh, God.
-Be careful. -It's morbid!
[sighs heavily] You tell me.
I don't know if that's the type of experience you want.
It'd be a great learning experience.
All right, then.
Look, I…
They both have their limits in that regard.
I don't know if it's transcendent,
But it's part of it, I guess,
you could, too.
But you trust me?
This is one of my favorites.
While we still can.
You know what?
And I pick it up, I look at it.
What?
Right, yes.
God, even for you.
[theme music playing]
A caterpillar, I thought, maybe.
[Flora] Wait, please!
Until, of course, I grew up and I wasn't anymore.
Sure. Yes.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
The year is 1987. You are at Bly.
To be dragged off this fucking property.
an infinitely abundant source, or what have you.
That-That is, um, when it's time to…
in the States,
[vacuum cleaner whirring]
realizing that we may be stuck forever.
-Tomorrow night. -What are you talking about?
Here, I'll be putting together everything myself.
You don't get to talk to me like that again.
[birds chirping]
Why can't you just leave well enough alone?
-I'd have to sell my house. -Precisely.
Or do you want to die a horrible, choking death, hm?
within her daily routine,
[footsteps approaching]
What, from Charlotte's vanity?
Enjoying a fag on a nice, sunny day.
Let's get back to it.
You worry too much, okay?
Ay, there's the rub.
And we would compensate you accordingly, of course.
Here, I'll put everything together myself.
Well, um…
[wailing]
It was a leg.
You are Hannah Grose, the year is 1987, you are at Bly.
I appreciate the offer.
You know… [clears throat]
Yes, I--
Wait!
You are told to have blind faith in God, even though you can't see him.
Bloody mouse leg.