The Woman in Black 2: Angel of Death

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What's his name?

- Bear.

- Are you looking after him?

Make sure he doesn't get scared.

I don't know how you do it.

Night after night of this...

and you're still smiling.

You've got to, haven't you?

Now don't take it

off yourself again, all right?

Good morning, headmistress.

Good morning, children.

- Good morning, Miss Parkins.

- You're late.

Sorry. My road

was bombed last night.

Shall we get on the train?

- We're waiting on Edward Lee.

- Oh. I thought he was staying.

Their house was hit.

He's an orphan now.

Here he is.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

Thank you for bringing him

to the station.

It's the least we could do.

Oh, Edward, I'm so, so sorry.

You're gonna come with us now,

away from all this.

He's not said a word since...

- Right, that's it.

- Safe trip.

- Thank you.

- Whistle's blown. Everybody on board.

Thank you, sir.

Right, come along.

Now, stop dawdling.

And stop fiddling with your tag.

Ah, thank you.

Feet off the seats, Alfie.

You must have started young.

- Excuse me?

- To have four children.

They're not mine.

So you've kidnapped them,

have you?

They're evacuees.

Their parents can't leave London.

They have no other relatives, so we're

taking them to a house in the country.

So where are you headed?

If I'm being interrogated,

you could at least tell me your name.

I'm Flying Officer Burnstow,

but you can call me Harry.

I'm Eve.

But you can call me Miss Parkins.

Well, I'm very pleased

to meet you, Miss Parkins.

I'm sure you are.

We're heading to Crythin Gifford.

Really? Me too.

Really? And what

are you going to do there?

Um... I'm a pilot.

That's what they all say.

Sorry. I didn't mean to...

It's fine.

Yep. All right.

- Thank you.

- Mm. Full of character.

Come on, up you get.

Mrs. Hogg, Dr. Rhodes,

Board of Education.

I do apologize for keeping you.

Oh, don't worry, don't worry.

- Terrible mix up.

- Thank you.

It was nice to meet you, Miss Parkins.

I'll visit when I can.

- Please, call me Eve.

- Come along.

We've kept Dr. Rhodes waiting

long enough already. Good night.

- What was that?

- Damn.

- Everybody stay close by.

- Where is everybody?

There's a spare in the back.

I'll give you a hand.

- What is that?

- Why is it staring at us?

It's stuck.

Oh, dear.

Stay by the bus.

- Joyce, look after everyone.

- Just leave it there.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Died on Sunday, seen on Monday.

- Who will be next? It must be you.

- Are you all right?

Died on Sunday, seen on Monday.

Who will die next?

It must be you.

- Don't look. You... You mustn't look.

- Sorry. It's all right.

You mustn't look.

Don't look. You mustn't look.

Sorry.

The mist can

roll in quickly on these marshes.

Can't you put the headlights on full?

Blackout rules still apply here.

But we could come off the road.

We could also be

underneath a German bomber.

If they haven't used

all their bombs on the cities,

they drop 'em on the way back.

Does anybody else

live on the island?

No, it's barren.

The place has been deserted for years.

There it is, Eel Marsh House.

Children's quarters.

- Where are the others?

- Others?

Yes, the others.

The other school parties.

They don't arrive until next week.

You're the first.

- Do you expect us to live like this?

- It's perfectly serviceable.

It's derelict

is what it is, Dr. Rhodes.

My husband is a brigadier

in the army,

and he wouldn't let his men

stay in a place like this,

let alone a group

of schoolchildren.

Granted, it hasn't

been lived in for a while,

but the place will soon

come back to life.

It's not good enough,

Dr. Rhodes.

It's all we have, Mrs. Hogg.

Come on, children. Let's unpack.

- Can't we look around?

- Let's unpack first.

But...

- Do we really have to sleep...?

- Enough.

Miss Parkins,

have Dr. Rhodes show you around.

- I'll sort out the children.

- Yes, headmistress.

Right. Chop-chop.

Let's make our beds.

Through there's the kitchen.

Dining room's out the back.

- What are you a doctor of?

- Medicine, retired.

You work for

the education board?

I'm also an air raid warden.

We all do what we can.

Classroom's in the library

on the left.

No lights up here yet, but there's

plenty of candles and oil lamps.

These two are your bedrooms.

Keep the rest locked

till the others arrive.

That one?

Oh, it should be locked.

Do you think it was a nursery?

It's so cold in here.

We've put heaters downstairs,

but there's no central heating.

I didn't mean that.

It feels...

...I don't know... sad.

Rooms aren't sad, Miss Parkins.

People are.

Come on.

So when can you send someone

round for the repairs?

Who, Miss Parkins?

Well, we'll make the best of it.

I'd best be off.

There are four corners to my bed,

four angels round my head,

one to watch and one to pray

and two to bear my soul away.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Everybody, into your beds.

Sleep well.

Well done.

There we go.

Sleep well.

Good boy.

Is that your mommy?

Very good.

Promise me you'll sleep well

tonight. No bad dreams.

Know what a nightmare is?

It's your mind's way of letting

go of all the bad thoughts.

Once you've dreamt them,

they're gone.

Oh, is it?

You just do that, then, all right?

We'll have you talking

by tomorrow, won't we, Edward?

Can't have this nonsense

going on too long.

It's under your bed.

Come along, Miss Parkins.

Edward.

- It's all right.

- Let go.

There's a good boy.

He needs to learn.

Will you turn off the generator

for the night

- and lock up the house, please?

- Yes. Good night.

Sleep well, children.

Wh... Where have you taken him?

Let me see him!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Come on, let's go play!

To the marsh. It's that way.

Come on, let's go to the marsh.

Come on, keep up!

You look like you had a bad night.

Coming to a new place

always makes me restless.

- Where's Edward?

- Inside, drawing.

Miss Parkins, leave him be.

He'll join us again

when he's ready.

I'm going to prepare

the classroom.

Come on, Alfie!

Oh!

- What are you doing?

- Tag, Miss. James was it.

You shouldn't be running around.

- Where's Edward?

- He's sitting on his bed.

Oh, James, I thought you

were good friends with Edward.

I know things have changed, but...

I'd like you to include him.

It's times like this

he needs a friend.

Understand?

OK.

Come on, Edward.

Let's play a game.

Don't you want to be friends?

- You have to. Miss said.

- It's all right.

- Tom.

- He can have it back,

- if he wins the game.

- What game?

Hide-and-seek.

Cover your eyes.

Cover them.

One, two, three,

four, five, six...

No peeking!

...seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven, twelve,

thirteen, fourteen,

fifteen, sixteen...

...seventeen, eighteen,

nineteen, twenty!

Tricked you! Your turn to hide.

- One, two, three, four...

- Tom, I don't think...

...five...

...seven...

...nine...

We're not ready to look yet.

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