Widow's Bay

Hello?

I… I can… I can barely hear you.

What?

Where?

I've been asleep for a day?

The entry mentioned a plague, which Gerrie connected to 1702.

And with that,

we are able to deduce that the journal belonged to Sarah Westcott Warren.

And…

Here.

Thank you.

We thought maybe the cursed item might be buried with Richard Warren.

So Wyck suggested we dig him up.

And so, we did just that.

You did what?

We dug up Richard Warren's coffin.

You dug up the founder's corpse?

- Yeah, it's over there. - Yeah, it's here.

Are you out of your fucking minds?

All right, just listen to what she's telling you.

- Oh, my God. He's in there? - No. He's upstairs.

We moved him.

Why…

Why did you move him?

Because he's still alive.

What?

But we have been able to communicate a little through notes.

What?

Richard Warren is in that room.

He's waiting for you.

What do you me…

Why would he be waiting for me?

He will only communicate with the "Lord Island Protector." We assume that's you.

Yeah, look at this. See this?

Huh?

Yeah. Yeah.

You go in there

and get him to tell you

how the fuck to open this thing.

- No! - No, no, no! No!

Don't…

Don't try to do it yourself.

Get him to do it.

Here.

I'll give you two your privacy.

I forgot one thing.

You can talk?

Aye.

How…

How are you still alive?

I was tricked by a devil and betrayed by my lessers.

But an evil power sustains me.

What do you mean? Is that… Is that what this is?

Is it?

Can… Can you open this?

Loosen these.

Sure, yeah. I mean…

Well, I can… I can loosen them a bit.

Yeah, let's… Yeah, let's get those off you.

What is this?

I thought it was my salvation.

We couldn't even find vermin to sate our hunger.

Some ate the corpses,

others gorged on dirt.

I was contemplating how to end my own life with my own hand when I saw it.

Sorry, forgot my purse.

What…

What was it you saw?

A simple morsel of food.

A mushroom.

I thanked God.

But something else came to me.

What was it?

A demon?

The island itself?

But I was starving, and it was starving too.

The covenant was offered for my settlement's salvation,

and I signed that pact

with my own blood, feces and semen.

What did you offer in return?

If I had refused,

none of you would be here.

Maybe that would've been better.

It's easy to judge when your island is flourishing around you.

Flourishing?

My son is stuck on a fucking hell rock.

I think it spoke to me.

Did you follow it?

No.

What did it want?

It knows frightened men will do desperate things.

What does that mean?

I want to see my children's things.

Every second in that coffin,

I imagined their deaths.

Sarah.

So sad.

As long as there are men with my blood,

you are bound to the covenant. But I am the last.

What are you saying?

Take me out to sea,

past the point where sailors fear.

Once I am beyond its grip,

without the hex upon me,

I believe I will age and die.

With my bloodline gone,

my death will free the island from its curse.

First of all, we don't know that this will kill him.

There's only one way to find out.

Second of all, the island's not gonna let him go easy.

It's dangerous enough out there.

At sea, at night, let alone sailing with weak men.

And no, I'm not talking about him.

Anything can happen out there.

The fact that you don't know that tells me how dangerous this really is.

Last night…

I felt a presence.

I did.

I don't know what it is and I don't know what it wants.

I know we have to end it.

I know we have to try.

He's not on my boat unless he's in the goddamn coffin.

Wyck will take us out.

But there will be people on the dock.

So I have to ask, would you be willing to get back inside the coffin?

Just… Just until we're on the boat.

- Just until we're on the boat. - Yeah.

Yeah. Okay.

Tom.

Oh, shit.

What's he doing here?

Someone may have reported my screaming. Let me talk to him.

What? Hold on. Hold on.

Tom.

I got this.

Well, Patricia strikes again.

Lost my keys, found my keys. It was great to see…

Have a good night.

All right. You too.

- Yeah. - You…

You should just go home.

Patricia.

Come here. Get out of my Jeep.

What the hell are you doing?

Patricia.

Come here. Get…

- I swear to God… - Oh, my God.

Patricia, what the hell are you doing?

You better listen. Patricia!

Stop this! Sto… Stop this!

Come here!

Let's go.

Lot of fishermen learn the hard way that you don't go too far from the island.

It's like our own Bermuda Triangle out there.

So, we'll stop two minutes before we get to this line.

That's the dead zone.

Crossing it will trigger this light.

Beyond this buoy, people like me don't tend to come back.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop the boat at the two-minute mark.

You can put him on the dinghy from there and take him the rest of the way yourself.

Is two minutes cutting it too close for you?

You won't be able to row on that thing much longer.

Let's get him past the buoy and send him to hell so we can end all this.

The devil has hovered over this city,

made it his own.

The people in it are his.

Evil has triumphed over good here.

Look at my church.

I have no parish…

I have… I have weed. If you… If you want.

We just have to smoke it outside.

Your dad isn't coming home soon, is he?

No, no, no. Not for a while.

Good evening. Good evening.

What's his deal?

I don't know. I…

I used to think that he was scared of everything.

But now I just think he's a liar.

Wanna find out?

Is his room upstairs?

Kelly… Okay.

Leave Whitewood tonight. I beg of you.

- What power? - Leave before it is too late.

Kelly, I don't… I don't… I don't think that we should go in there.

If he's really lying to you, he can't punish you.

It's called the moral high ground.

You're not taking me in?

No.

'Cause I can't listen to this all night.

But I'm at my wits end, Patricia.

Getting all kind of weird calls now.

Fucking pulling people out the ocean.

I need to know what the hell is going on.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you know exactly what I mean.

And I know you loyal to Loftis, but people are talking,

forming some kind of action committee or some shit,

and hey, I can't blame 'em.

Nobody's been able to reach the guy for the last 24 hours.

They just don't understand what he's doing.