(labored breathing)
(machine beeping)
(eerie music playing)
(water running)
Natasha: Here you go.
Don't wolf it, yeah?
I'm fine.
-Let's go. -What?
Find Jack. Remove the curse.
-(baby giggles) -Yeah.
No, you just had a heart attack.
-You should be in hospital. -No hospitals. Let's go.
Listen... He's not givin' us any grief.
He's knackered, too.
So first, we're gonna get you washed and fed,
get some sleep.
Then, we'll find Jack,
and you can kick his ass, yeah?
Oh, don't give me those mardy vibes.
Ya stink,
and you look like a scarecrow.
-Fuck you. -Fuck you.
You're getting too soft on him.
I'm gettin' too soft with you, mate.
Lie your ass down.
Natasha: So, you think that curse you put on his dad started all of this?
Yes.
Why didn't you tell me before?
Mrs. Eaves: I thought Jack was dead.
But how do you lift a curse off someone?
Mrs. Eaves: There are ways.
It says here that we should stock up on sage and crystals.
(baby coos)
I suspect we're gonna need somethin' a bit stronger than that.
Oh, this is bleak.
In this medieval sect,
they used to burn the victim and the curser to death,
so the curse died with them both.
These lot were dark back in the day.
I don't know, man. A curse?
All just seems a bit... witchy-woo.
You talk as if you've never cursed somebody.
I haven't.
You've never felt hate so strong
it turned your inside into lava?
You think your emotions don't have the power
to change the course of events?
To destroy a life? To destroy many lives?
But you're a skeptic, so... you'll find Jack.
I'll do the rest.
Oh, fuckin' hell, Bobbi. Where have you been?
-The audition's in half an hour, all right? -Yep.
I'm so excited. How are you feeling? Are you excited?
-Why you bein' weird? -I'm not bein' weird.
-Do you want me to help you with that, or? -Oh, I got it.
-Wait, it'd just be quicker if I did it. -Yeah, but I've got it.
-I've got it. I can do-- -Sam, I've got it. Just--
Natasha was a dick to you, wasn't she? What did she do?
Patricia called.
They want us to wait six months.
(sighs)
-Baby-- -Sam!
-Jerry! Hi. -Have you guys got everything you need?
Oh yeah, definitely.
I hope everything's okay with your family.
Yeah, it's fine. Thanks.
Um, and, and thank you so much
-for giving us another audition. -Ah, no worries.
We're rootin' for ya.
You seem really upset.
(sirens wailing)
Hey, consider this your final bath from me,
my stinky little friend...
'cause pretty soon
I am gonna be
(sings) ♪ Free ♪
♪ Free, free ♪
♪ Free ♪
You're not so bad now you're gettin' some TLC.
What's gonna happen to you, hm?
Maybe we'll lift the curse, you'll just disappear into a big cloud of smoke.
Maybe we both will.
Not like anyone's gonna miss me.
What am I gonna do with myself next?
Any bright ideas?
(phone buzzing)
-Dad! -Hello, Tashy!
Ah, shit, shit, shit. I forgot to do your big shop.
-Lyle: Ah, that's okay. -Nah, no, it's not okay.
-I said I'll do it. -Lyle: It's fine, honey.
Mrs. Chen did it on her laptop.
She's happyto do it from now on.
Natasha: Oh... okay.
Guess I'm not needed then.
Lyle: Not that nonsense, Tashy.
Listen, I spoke to Bobbi.
She said you went to see her.
Yeah. Dad, listen--
Hey... I'm proud of you, sugar.
That's grown-up.
Look, I've gotta go.
My cabbages are crying out for some TLC.
Love you, baby!
Love you, Dad.
(light music playing)
♪ ♪
Mrs. Eaves: I'm going to kill him.
Helen: I know.
(drum roll)
(exhales) 'Kay. Have you got the apple?
Yeah-- Oh, and remember, um, we changed the order,
so it's, um, left armpit, right knee, right armpit.
-(upbeat, intense music plays) -(exhales)
Welcome! I'm Sam... and that's...
And that's Bobbi!
And we are... Sam and Bobbi!
Audiences have forever been intrigued
by the dynamic between magician and assistant.
Is the assistant just there to look pretty?
Or do they hold the secret to the entire trick?
♪ ♪
Everyone knows the magician is nothing without her assistant,
but it's the magician who gets the limelight.
So maybe, it's time... for the Assistant's Revenge!
(rock music playing)
(softly) What the hell, Bob?
Can you cheer up?
But why, you may wonder,
might an assistant want revenge?
Maybe, the assistant has finally realized that the magician
-will always prioritize work... -Sam: Bobbi!
-...over making... -Sam: Stop!
-...a family. -Bobbi!
Hi, Jerry! I should probably tell you,
I'm not really throwing the knives.
It's all just pretend... Sorry.
-I can't believe you're doin' this. -Yeah, well, I am.
I quit.
(door slams)
I found him a month after Helen died...
with a woman in Cornwall.
She was kicked in the head by a horse.
-(laughs) -(baby giggles)
It took me years to understand the pattern:
he... always went for childless women.
Women who didn't want a baby.
I think they reminded him of Helen.
He wanted them to love him the way she couldn't...
unconditionally.
And when they wouldn't,
he got rid of them and moved on.
(eerie music playing)
Some of them fought back.
I thought I could help those ones.
But... the more they resisted, the worse it got.
So I just watched.
Natasha: Did anyone try to love him?
(Mrs. Eaves chuckles)
Who could?
It was my words that did this.
It's my curse.
♪ ♪
-(winces) -(heartbeat thumping)
-You okay? -I'm not afraid of death.
And I'm not afraid of Jack.
I'm afraid of dying before I fix it.
Natasha: Well, then we better fix it.
-(door closes) -(TV plays)
Found a bunch of witchy shit in your car.
-Which has been clamped, by the way. -Hm?
Got some ideas, but I'll pitch 'em to you tomorrow.
-And I found Jack. -What?!
Yeah.
That's him, right?
Chair of the Fernthorpe Rotary Club.
Spoke to a very helpful lady.
Says he's in Lea Bridge Hospital.
Hospital?
Yeah, he's got lung disease,
which is great for us.
Can just pin him down, whip that curse right off.
Even in your feeble-arse state.
But tomorrow... yeah?
Tonight, we rest.
He's fine... Aren't you?
(TV plays)
(light music playing)
-I'm sorry I tried to kill you. -Oh.
No worries.
(intense music playing)
Ready?
(anxious music playing)
(sirens wailing)
-(elevator dings) -Elevator: Doors opening.
♪ ♪
(music intensifies)
(winces)
(labored breathing)
(people chatting)
(toilet flushes)
-He was so happy to see Mum. -Aww.
He just gazed at her the whole night. It was so cute.
Daughter: Yeah, I think they really missed each other.
Well, they barely spent a night apart before this.
Daughter 2: Oh, what a gorgeous baby.
("Traitsa Brate" by Georgiev Sisters playing)
Nour: I fucking adore this song.
It's Bulgarian.
Three brothers are building a house.
By day, they graft. By night, the house falls down.
They believe it to be cursed...
so they agree to sacrifice the next person they see.
The first person to come over the hill is the wife
of the eldest brother... bringing them breakfast.
She lets herself be walled
into the foundations of the house.
But begged them
to leave her left breast exposed
so she can feed her baby
until she dies.
They do it, and the house finally stands.
Natasha: So, the woman just sacrificed herself.
We live in a violent world
over which we have very little control.
Some of us go our whole lives fighting.
But sometimes, it's just too much to bear.
Sometimes it's easier to surrender.
If not that woman, then it would have been the next one.
It's an endless cycle.
Natasha: What about the curse?
I think a curse is just another story we tell ourselves.
How it started isn't what's important.
It's how you end it.
Just give him what he wants, Natasha.
Why shouldn't it be you? What else are you here for?
-(baby crying) -Just give him what he wants.
(gasps)
There isn't a curse.
(heavy breathing)
(tense, eerie music playing)
♪ ♪
(machines beeping)
(all saying goodbye to Jack)
♪ ♪
(baby babbling)
Jack: Good-bye!
-Bye-bye! -Bye, love you.
Bye, Dad! Love you!
-Happy birthday! -Bye!
(family chattering)
♪ ♪
(door shuts)
(machines beeping)
-(labored breathing) -(door opens)
(intense music playing)
(yells)
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing)
(car locks)
(coughing) Wh-What? Who, who are you?
I don't know who you are.
Hello, Jack.
It's been a while.
Helen's friend.
That's not how she would describe me.
♪ ♪
I want you to meet your son.
What? My son?
What are you talking about? Why are you here?
-And now I want to finish what I started. -This is madness.
Baby: Daddy.
♪ ♪
(giggling)
She killed him.
-She took him into the sea with her. -Daddy.
-You've always been a fuckin' liar. -Help, help!
He didn't die.
You left him and you left me
to deal with your fucking mess!
There was something wrong with him from the start!
It was Helen's fault!
-She should've loved him! She made him malicious! -(winces)
(struggling to breathe)
-Baby: Daddy. -(grunting)
Baby: Daddy.
(flatline)
Mrs. Eaves: No!
No! Not like this. We have to die together!
You can't kill him. I have to do it.
Ah... It's not too late.
-What the fuck are you thinkin'? -No, no, no!
Give it to me!
-I can still end it! No! -You can't end it!
You didn't start it! Okay? There's no curse!
There's no fuckin' curse!
He's just a violent product of a violent world,
and the only way to stop him
is to give him what he wants.
See, it's not your fault.
All right? It's bigger than you,
it's bigger than me,
and the sooner we accept it...
the easier it will go.
Baby: Mama.
Mama...
No... Don't do this.
-Someone's got to. Might as well be me. -No!
-Natasha! -It was nice to meet you.
You can't change him!
No!
(eerie music playing)
Natasha: Mama's takin' you home.
("Fuerza" by Tony Quattro playing)
♪ Adelante con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah ♪
♪ Adelante con la roja ♪
♪ Adelante con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Adelante con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah ♪
♪ Adelante con, adelante con ♪
♪ Adelante con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Roca y mi negra, roja y mi negra ♪
♪ A-a-adelante, adelante, adelante, adelante, adelante ♪
♪ Con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah ♪
♪ Adelante con la, con la roja ♪
♪ Con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah ♪
♪ Adelante con mi roja y mi negra ♪
♪ Dame fuerza a la guerra ♪
♪ En la calle gata negra ♪
♪ Dame, ah, adelante con la, ah, ah, one, two, ah, ah, ah ♪