The Woman in Black 2: Angel of Death Page #2

Eleven, twelve, thirteen,

fourteen, fifteen...

...sixteen, seventeen,

eighteen, nineteen...

...twenty!

- We're not ready to let you out yet.

- What's going on?

James made me do it.

- Did you lock it? Where's the key?

- We didn't.

You must have unlocked it

in the first place.

- It was open.

- Where is it?

Edward? Edward, let me in!

Edward?

Come on, let's go downstairs.

Come on.

Would you get the door,

please, Miss Parkins?

Hello.

Just thought I'd come

and check up on you,

see how you were getting on.

I'm sorry, is this a bad time?

No, not at all.

Sorry. Come in.

Give it back or I'll tell.

I'll rip it.

- So how's Sergeant Battle-ax?

- Oh, shh! She'll hear.

It's Brigadier.

Well, wife of, anyway.

Well, I'm not scared.

Although, she does outrank me.

How on earth are you

gonna stay sane out here?

- I don't know.

- Read?

- Oh. Well, that sounds thrilling.

- Helps keep my mind off things.

What things?

Something about this place feels...

...well...

Oh, I see. Psychic powers, eh?

All right, then.

Tell me what I'm thinking.

You want a cup of tea?

You'll have to tell me then.

What's behind that smile?

It's just my way, how I cope.

- With the war?

- With everything.

Miss Parkins!

I think it's time we had

afternoon lessons, don't you?

Yes, of course.

Good day, Miss Parkins.

Your stories can be

about whatever you'd like.

Family, your home, a memory,

a faraway place.

Yes, Joyce?

Can we write about the people

that used to live in this...

No, no, not about that.

Edward, would you

come with me, please?

Can you tell me what happened

when the boys locked you in that room?

Is that where you found this?

You won't be in trouble.

You just have to tell me where you got it.

Please, Edward.

Who? Who told you not to tell?

It's very, very important

that you tell me.

You tell me.

This is important!

Did she tell you to say this to me?

- I reckon he saw a ghost.

- A ghost?

You did, didn't you, Edward?

- Was it your mommy?

- I reckon so.

- Leave him alone.

- Why? He's not your boyfriend.

I'm telling Miss Hogg

about all of you.

Leave him alone!

Stop being horrible.

- Were you in the cellar?

- A few minutes ago.

Not very pleasant, is it?

- You'll have some tea?

- Thank you.

You've taken quite a shine

to Flying Officer Burnstow.

I'll be careful. I know

what everyone says about pilots.

I don't think he's like that.

No, nor do I.

Reminds me of my husband.

Something about the eyes.

Was your husband called up?

Oh, we've been in the services

our whole lives.

Both army families.

Now our boys.

- I didn't know you had children.

- Well, they're not children.

That changed the day

they volunteered.

Do you have any photos?

- I know what they look like.

- But you must miss them.

Will you excuse me?

I'm sorry.

It's just we all have our ways

of coping. This is mine.

Well, I'm sure

they'll come back to you.

My husband teases me.

Says I'm the toughest soldier

he's ever met.

That he cuts his men more slack

than I do my pupils.

But our own worst enemy is ourselves.

Our fears, doubts.

Despair.

That's what'll destroy us.

Good night, Eve.

I hope you sleep better tonight.

Me too.

Come on.

Lost her baby

Died on Sunday

Seen on Monday

Who'll die next?

It must be you

Tom!

Tom!

- What's happening?

- Tom?

- Tom!

- Where are you?

Where's Tom?

I don't know.

He was gone when I woke up.

Come out now!

This isn't funny!

But I... I locked it.

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom.

Tom?

Jean!

Oh, no!

Last night

was a terrible accident,

but I know how good you all are

at coping with accidents

when they happen back home.

But you must understand

that even though

we came here to be safe,

that out in the countryside,

here, there's still danger.

Now, I want everyone to stay

together today, even at playtime.

Do you understand me?

I'll write to the boy's mother.

I'm sure that I locked it.

I'm sorry.

I don't think any of us

could ever be sorry enough.

Doctor, I don't think

we should stay here.

- I've told you, there's nowhere else.

- But it isn't safe.

- It's all of our jobs to make it safe.

- Sorry, no, I didn't mean that.

Well, what's your point, then?

- Um...

- Well?

Are you sure

there's nobody else living here?

- What do you mean?

- I... I think I saw someone.

Did you speak to them?

I tried, I called out,

but she disappeared.

I think you should

keep your visions to yourself.

Not visions.

You're not listening to me.

No, you listen to me.

This is not the first body

I've pulled from barbed wire, Miss Parkins.

I remember the last war.

I've seen what it can do.

You need to be better prepared

for this one.

There you are, Edward.

Come back into the house, please.

Wait!

Come back!

Come back!

All right. All right.

What is it?

- Sorry.

- Don't be.

What happened was terrible,

but it wasn't your fault.

I had the key.

A key.

There must be others.

He could have just found one

lying around the house.

- Or someone else unlocked it.

- Who?

No, what?

What were you gonna say?

I think there's somebody else

on this island.

Living here?

I saw them in the cellar

and then by the graveyard.

Forget it.

It's just me.

I haven't been sleeping well.

I'm just seeing things.

Right, come on.

Let's go and take a look.

You believe me?

Why shouldn't I?

Was that you we saw

flying over last night?

No. Not my turn.

I don't think I've seen

one of these since I was a boy.

I'm gonna go see if this fits anything.

My name is Alice Drablow.

Lived at Eel Marsh House

my whole life.

It is the 19th of October, 18...

...never be believed,

I feel the events I am

experiencing must be recorded.

Perhaps one day...

they will be understood.

It all began

with the death of Nathaniel.

He was no less of a son to me.

She may have bore him,

but I raised him.

I provided when she could not.

We were coming home

across the causeway.

The horse somehow

lost its footing.

The carriage

was thrown into the marsh.

She saw it happen

from the nursery.

He sank so fast.

Before I knew it, he was lost.

Gone.

She blames me.

So that I may suffer Nathaniel's death

again and again,

she makes me watch

so I can see what she saw,

- feel what she felt.

- ...felt.

See what I saw.

Get away from me, Jennet.

Feel what I felt.

I'm imagining you.

You're not real.

So Jennet was Nathaniel's mother,

but Alice brought him up.

Until he drowned.

That's what I heard.

The carriage falling into the marsh.

I must be going mad.

No. No, I believe

you saw someone,

and I believe that

something happened here.

But we've looked everywhere

on the island.

I know where I've seen

these letters before.

The village.

I have to report back to base.

I'll drop you off first.

Shouldn't be long.

- What's wrong?

- The tide's coming in.

- We need to hurry.

- It's fine.

No, it's not!

Slow down!

- Harry!

- Just be quiet!

I need to concentrate.

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