The Manor Page #5

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- Yeah, why?

Um...

Because she has

my cell phone charger,

and, uh, my-my battery's dead.

There's no network out here,

and I'm dying, so...

- Well, I would check upstairs...

- Yes.

- ...or the local nightclubs.

- Definitely.

- Did you see your dad out there?

- Nope. No, Ma.

Come on, Amy. Gotta go. Okay.

Mmm, it's just like

when we were kids.

Um-hm.

- Do you have any more wine?

- Um-hm.

[laughs]

[swing music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

[eerie music playing]

[Amy] Blair!

[Trevor] Blair, what the f***?

Blair!

[Amy] Blair!

- This is, this is...

- [dialing phone]

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

She-she's not answering

her phone.

Well, sh*t...

I thought we would have caught

her bawling her brains out

in some redneck threesome

free-for-all.

- No such luck, huh?

- No. No luck.

I-I think we better get

the 'rents involved.

One... One of those cult freaks

could've made off with her,

or she could've hitched a ride

with that cotton candy vendor.

I think he... was cute.

I think the True Believers

were good.

- I mean, they were nice people.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, oh, they're nice.

Yeah, that's how they get you

to join their cult.

Next thing you know,

you're shaving your head

and your selling flowers

at a f***ing airport. Come on.

[door creeks]

[sobs]

[bones cracking]

Amy, take your time.

And don't be in a hurry to take

your finger off of the piece.

Okay,

I think I got it this time.

So, make your move.

Bishop to queen's bishop three.

- Check.

- Very good.

You know, I can still take

your bishop with my rook.

Maybe.

Okay then...

rook takes bishop.

Queen to queen's knight five.

- Checkmate.

- [laughs]

Oh, son of a b*tch, Amy.

I finally got you.

Three moves ahead.

Nicely done.

Thanks.

[sobbing]

[sinister music crescendos]

- [gasps]

- Sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you,

just looking for my brothers.

- Have you seen them?

- Um-mm.

I'm sorry.

I just took a nap and woke up.

And these two here got

stone f***ing drunk. -Mom?

God...

We need to find Trevor.

All right, I'll come with you.

I've got a flashlight in the car.

[suspenseful music playing]

[both] Ole!

[Brett] God damn it.

Darsaw!

Oh my God.

Is that real?

Man, that's f***ing real.

[dialing phone]

[phone ringing]

[operator tone]

- We're sorry...

- What the f***?

...you have reached a number that has

been disconnected... -You kidding me?

F***!

I remember seeing

a landline inside, all right?

Come on,

let's go see if that one works.

Come on.

[suspenseful music continues]

God damn it, Darsaw.

Come on, we need to go find

"Thelma and Louise."

[sobbing]

Go see if you can find the

phone somewhere. -Okay.

I think I see it over there

near the window.

Ma'am? Ma'am, wake up.

Ma'am, please.

Ma'am?

Ma'am? [screams]

Call 911, Amy!

Call the police!

[sobbing]

The phone, is it working or not?

[indistinct,

hysterical shouting]

F***!

[screams]

Stop! Stop!

[sobbing]

[sinister music playing]

[opera music playing]

Ah.

The omnipotent, noble knight.

[galloping sound]

I shall mount

my mighty barbed steed

and take great lengths

upon this land,

paired with my bishop

in defense.

Serve upon this war, its end.

[electrical crackling]

Happy birthday.

- Make a wish.

- [sobbing]

I wish this would end.

Where's my mom?

Why, right there, of course.

Who's that?

Where's my mom? Where's she?

Follow the bread crumbs.

[sinister music playing]

[grunting]

[screams]

[opera music playing]

Now, the bishop...

a wily soldier,

but an honorable man.

And I shall preach

the good word, sire,

and bring our enemies

to God's fire.

Pray for their souls

upon the hour

as death's dragon doth devour.

[sobbing]

[dramatic music playing]

[opera music playing]

The kingdom, Niklaus,

the kingdom.

You must defend the kingdom.

- The kingdom?

- The kingdom.

These pieces, these soldiers...

They're your only defense

of the kingdom.

- The kingdom.

- The kingdom.

- The kingdom.

- The kingdom.

The kingdom.

The kingdom.

[Amy sobbing]

[ominous music playing]

[eerie sounds]

[electrical crackling]

Mama! Oh, my God!

I'm so sorry. Okay, Mom.

- Hello, Amy.

- No!

- Did you like my gift?

- Let my mom go!

Yeah, about that...

Jane, we're not going

to be needing you anymore.

No, I'm sorry,

the king has sacrificed you

so that we could put

our queen back on the board.

No.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear daughter

Stop!

Oh, Amy, you're being silly.

Yes, yes. Do you not understand?

I'm your daddy. It's true.

Your mother was my cousin,

the beautiful Elizabeth Rosen.

- No!

- Listen to me,

I knew the moment I saw you,

that you were my Amy Anders.

My father made us give you up.

But now you're back.

Now we can win.

You're Aka Manah.

- You killed them all.

- Amy...

They were just game pieces.

This is the game of kings.

Do you not understand?

[audio playing backward]

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I shall raise my sword

In defense of my queen

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I shall raise my shield

To protect my king

Clash, clash I am the

white pawn Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I shall die honorably in battle

I will, clash, clash

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

I am the white pawn

I'll be the first to die

If to die I must, clash, clash

I am the white pawn

Clash, clash

You killed Trevor.

No, not true.

That was your demon.

He made me.

I was just his puppet, and you know

exactly what I'm talking about.

And you know what else?

He's gonna make you do it, too.

No.

Amy, Amy, Amy...

Listen to me very carefully...

You're not my father!

You are a beautiful

monarch butterfly...

[electrical crackling]

...emerging from the cocoon.

Preparing to take flight...

and be free.

Queen to queen's knight three.

Remove now, the black queen

from the board.

Good daughter.

Now, come here...

and give Papa a big hug.

[pop music playing]

[music fades out]

Hello, Reverend Thomas.

It's Amy Anders.

It's actually Anders now.

My mom left me here to recover, and Nik

had to leave town for a little while

and take care of family

down south.

And he left me in charge, and...

[grunting, gasping]

I thought, you know, we could

use a lot of help around here,

and maybe we could

work something out?

[ominous music playing]

Great.

I look forward to it.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades out]

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