Bloodline
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2015
- 60 min
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Moving to new frequency. Solar interference.
Incoming transport detected.
Docking procedures engaged.
Thermal sensors detect
humanoids, level 36.
Humanoids advancing,
deck 47.
Long wait, demon,
for such a short game.
Now curiosity is satisfied.
And it's time...
for revenge.
Dr. Merchant,
consider yourself relieved.
What else, Chamberlain?
He's rerouted all available power
to his personal quarters...
and he's shut down
most of the ship.
I want you to check everything out
and find out why.
Yes, sir.
So, we have the company's
most productive space station...
hijacked and taken out of orbit
by the man who built it.
We have the man himself
immersed in ancient history,
letting the whole place
go to sh*t.
- Evaluation?
- Wacko.
I wasn't asking you, Carducci.
I was asking the expert.
Well, Rimmer?
Great man didn't live up
to your expectations, did he?
I'm sure he will, sir, as soon as I
can begin my interrogation.
Where's your crew?
I made them leave. They're headed for
Earth. Look, time is of the essence.
Was there some
technical problem?
No. Yes.
Yes, that's it.
There's been a technical
problem, and you...
all of you have to get the f***
off this station right now.
- When we go, you come with us.
- No, you don't understand.
Help me, then.
What's your name?
Rimmer.
I'm playing the endgame
here, Rimmer,
finishing something
and I don't have the time
to help you understand.
You don't know
what you're playing with.
What are you afraid of?
Whatever it is,
it's here...
in this station.
That and things your little
rational mind couldn't even dream of.
But I dream.
Oh, I dream.
Parker was right.
You are crazy.
I built this place
for a reason:
in the galaxy.
- What did you expect to catch?
- Hell is what I'm going to catch.
And I'm going to burn it away
in a blaze of light.
You're serious,
aren't you?
If I tell you
the whole story,
will you let me finish
what I began?
Centuries ago,
a man, an ancestor of mine,
Phillip L'Merchant,
built a puzzle box,
the first box,
his finest work.
Commissioned by a wealthy
aristocrat named De L 'Isle,
a man obsessed
with black magic,
a leader of the occult.
Phillip was so proud
of his work,
a work that would
establish his name,
his family... my family.
He didn't know the great power
the box held...
and the unspeakable things
it would release...
the evil,
the sins,
the pain.
- Is it done?
- Done.
- Is it wonderful?
- Wonderful.
Are you brilliant?
The finest toy maker in France.
Oh, what does it do?
Oh. It doesn't
actually do anything.
It's my masterpiece.
You simply
couldn't understand.
I was working to a commission
to a very specific request.
It's almost midnight.
Where are you going?
- The Chateau De L'Isle, to deliver the box.
- Now? Why?
Because my work might be
appreciated there.
It's late.
Stay with me.
Stay with us.
I must go.
My son will be born
in a better place than this.
This is only the beginning.
I can feel it.
All alone in this
dark, dark world.
No home, no family.
Not even christened,
I understand.
Jacques,
show this child
to a chair.
Enjoy.
Careful!
I'd be mortified if you
sliced your little finger.
Such a gentleman.
Are you always
such a gentleman?
No.
Not always.
Monsieur De L 'Isle is
France's greatest magician.
- What is this?
- So you don't bruise.
Easy, Jacques.
Keep the pressure steady.
She has spirit.
Splendid.
Now we can begin.
Ahh, L'Merchant.
As precise as your pieces.
As timely as your toys.
And where is the box?
Pay him, Jacques.
Thank you.
Good night, toy maker.
Take her in
to the laboratory.
Find the right instrument.
We must make a clean...
incision...
so that we can
remove the innards...
so we can replace
the flesh again.
Yes, the gizzard.
We'll scrub this.
Now we can raise her up
off the ground.
That's it.
Walk now amongst us!
- My God.
- Fear not, Jacques.
Remember your lessons.
A summoned demon
is yours to command.
Unless you stand
in hell's way.
Yes.
He who summons the magic...
commands the magic.
You are...
Angelique.
He who summons the magic...
Commands the magic.
'Tis no story, Auguste.
I saw what I saw,
heard what I heard.
The box opens
the doors to hell.
This is the 18th century,
Phillip, not the dark ages.
The world is ruled
by reason.
We even got rid of God.
And if there is no heaven,
then it follows reasonably...
that there is no hell.
I was at its very window
last night!
Very well.
Suppose, for the sake of argument,
that what you fear happened
has happened.
A box that can open the gates of hell
must be able to close them.
The box belongs to people with
little interest in closing such doors.
Well, then the solution
lies literally in your hands.
You've designed a machine
that you fear can bring forth demons.
- Yes.
- Then design a machine that can destroy them.
Phillip had the design.
That design.
It seemed an impossible task.
But he had to try,
try something.
And his only hope
was to steal the box,
the puzzle box that he had created
with his own hands.
Unbutton my shirt.
Yes.
Turn around.
Oh, yes.
Toy maker, you have
such pliant fingers.
I want them
to play with me.
And take my soul?
It's already gone, toy maker.
Demons will walk the Earth,
and you're responsible.
Think of that.
You and your bloodline cursed 'til the end
of time because of your little puzzle box.
What are you waiting for? Kill him
and come back where you belong.
Such pliant fingers.
My God!
Please forgive me.
I didn't know
what I was doing.
We've got to
get you out of here.
It's too late.
They're back. Save yourself.
Save the child.
Jacques was right.
Demons did walk the Earth,
the same way they're walking
this station right now.
From a puzzle box?
Angelique had many boxes
made from his design,
but it wasn't enough.
She wanted a box that
would open the gateway forever.
- And your family?
- Was the key.
But they treated it
the same way you treat it.
Like a fairy tale.
But their blood remembered.
And as the generations
passed,
there were Merchants
who dreamed of puzzle boxes...
And then one of them
met... Angelique...
much, much later.
Even in sleep,
you want me.
Even in dreams,
you watch me.
Yes, I know.
I know what's
in your heart.
John Merchant.
Look at me, look at me, look at me.
Are you okay?
Oh, God, I woke Jack again.
Mommy! Mommy!
You look terrible.
I'm worried, and I really think
you should see someone.
You know I've been
having these dreams all my life.
John, honey,
they're getting worse.
It is your goddamned grandmother.
She was weird, John.
You remember those stories about how, how
important you are and how important the family is?
Honey, she put stuff
in your mind.
Not all of it.
There are other things.
Things that feel
like memories,
impossible memories.
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