Possession

You know why Angelo sprayed rum on you?

Some people think it protects you from bad spirits.

I opened that trunk. I released Charlotte.

She possessed Oliver. Where's my daughter, miss?

She is my property to do with as I please. - Abi?!

I have sold her. No!

You will be escorted to county jail,

- where you will face the appropriate punishment. - Sarah!

Are you a God-fearing man, Mr O'Connell?

Sarah! Take off your head dress.

We're all at risk as long as she can tear something from us.

I need Cudjoe's tooth. What are you gonna do with it?

Destroy it. End the possession.

Is a grave that? Cudjoe. Please. It's me.

Cudjoe? Cudjoe! No! Stop!

You really shouldn't have been drawn into this.

He's not the man you think he is.

Saint Michael. The Archangel.

Defend us in battle.

Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.

Ooh! (SHUDDERS)

May God rebuke him, we humbly pray.

Fuck.

Ancestors.

I'm asking you to help me.

Please.

Mum?

(MEN CALL OUT)

Do it.

Brother.

Your name?

Your name?

Matthew.

Your name. The name your people gave you.

My grandmother call me Cudjoe.

Kojo.

Kojo's a good name!

Fante name.

You lucky to be alive, Obeah-man.

I am not a Obeah-man.

You can read. Read?

My father taught me reading. It is not sorcery.

It is when it stays an execution.

Them say your kinswoman brought pox 'pon the Master,

then conjured a plague of locusts.

Is that them say?

Is that what you report?

Me no see nothing. Me grandmother dead.

That is what me know.

Where's... Where's my daughter, miss?

Backra...

...sell my daughter to Saint Domingue.

She kill me wife if me go back to Hope Hill.

Do not call me a lucky man.

A luckier man would be dead.

What say she say?

There are rumours. The white witch who governs over Hope Hill.

She works slaves till they die.

And work them still after that.

Picking and cutting. She make them zombi.

Eternal slave.

Your wife will be in need of you.

Help us and you might see her again.

I am no rebel. Then what are you?!

Petronella and um...

Henry, is it? Captain's requested your execution be brought forward.

- Eh? - You'll be sent forshortly after sunrise tomorrow.

I pray that Christ may yet restore what is eternal in you.

You didn't say my name...

sir.

What's that, then? Hey?

We dead anyway.

You are either a rebel,

or a slave... or a corpse.

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Come on, come on. Please, please, please, please.

You wanted to speak to me?

Are you in charge? I'm a Senior Detective.

Hello. My daughter's missing.

I haven't seen her since yesterday afternoon.

She said she'd meet me back at the hotel, but she hasn't come back.

I can't get through to her on her phone. Her name's Claudia McKenzie.

I know who she is.

- We have guidelines for filing a missing persons. - I understand.

It isn't the first time she's run off.

Not even the first time this week. I'm telling you, my daughter...

a foreign national, is missing!

Watch your tone!

A few days ago, your daughter was arrested

for an attack on her own client.

I don't know what she's told you, but clearly,

she's caught up in something.

She's also a grown-up,

and I've given her ample opportunity to be honest with me.

When she's prepared to co-operate and tell me the truth,

the police will intervene.

Good morning.

I - Good morning.

Get up.

(ON PHONE) Hi.

Dad, are you there? There's bad reception here, pet.

I'll call you back.

Fuck.

Hello, pet. What are you doing?

Just getting ready for bed.

Already? You had your supper?

I had some pasta thing.

And what did you do today? School...

then after-school club.

Football, homework. Where's your mum today?

Work. Hm.

I miss you. Reggie?

I don't like it. Hi. It's me.

- Teeth, please. I was... I was talking. - Yeah,

You can talk after you've brushed your teeth. Go on. How's it going?

Everything all sorted? More or less.

What was it in the end? Fraud?

Yes.

OK, well, as you're not gonna be back until next week,

I thought I might take Reg on a little road trip.

Visit my mum. Why don't you bring him here?

What do you mean? Now? I mean permanently.

Are you drunk? You hate it there. You've always hated it.

I've changed my mind. What about school?

How am I gonna get to see him? Well, you barely see him as it is.

- You only have him twice a month. That's not fair. - I don't care.

He's not a contractual obligation. He's a child.

Yeah, I have to work, Oliver.

We don't all live off the fat of the fucking land.

I'm not a lord. Then let me have him!(MOANS)

He should be with a parent who prioritises him over a job.

Yeah, OK, have you quite finished?

- Why don't you call me back when you've sobered up. - I'm not drunk.

You pointed a gun at him, Oliver!

He is eight years old.

Have you any idea what that did to him?(BANGING)

I don't care if you're grieving. You need to get your shit together.

Weh she deh?

Weh she deh?!

Don't fucking move.

Mercy?! Mercy!

I'm here! I'm in the floor! Coming, baby!

Nasty, bitter backra.

Still think you can fuck with me three hundred years later?

Well, guess what.

Slavery done, bitch

Let go me bumbo...

rass... claat...

...niece!

Where you go?

Me bloodclaat... (PANTING)

Clearly, I underestimated you.

I think it's time that we -

My name's Tom McKenzie.

My daughter, Claudia, works for your firm. You're the British embassy.

So it doesn't matter what the police here are saying, they're useless. I'm saying to you...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where's Mercy?