Being Human Annie Sawyer

Series 1


Lenora Crichlow

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Flotsam and Jetsam

Annie Sawyer (Lenora Crichlow): Everyone dies… Uh, actually, can I start that again? Everyone deserves a death. I was going to die of old age. That was the plan. Mitchell was going to go down in a blaze of gunfire and glory…. Not cold and alone and shit scared. He didn’t think death would smile at him first. Death was always a certainty. The punch line we could all see coming. But not for Mitchell. For a vampire, death isn’t the end. But the beginning.

So here we are. Overlooked and forgotten. Unnatural and… supernatural. Watching the dance from the sidelines. At least I was surrounded by friends and family. At least I got that bit right.

You know the worst thing about being a ghost? It’s lonely. You’ll give anything for that crumb of comfort. That feel of skin against skin that says, “It’s okay. I’m here.” It’s a hunger. The most basic instinct. You might even drag others into this world of the dead. Even if it means turning them into monsters too.

Then there are the ones like George. The ones that should have died. But shattered and bloody, they walk away from the train wreck. But what’s the cost? They’re scarred. Transformed. They’re monsters now too. Aberrations. The stuff of nightmares. The big bad wolf.

So. What have we got left to look forward to? Us refugees. The flotsam and jetsam of death. Maybe, if we still deserve such a thing as mercy, we find each other.

Annie Sawyer (Lenora Crichlow): He can see me!
John Mitchell (Aidan Turner): He can so see you.
Annie: Ah… it’s happening all the time now! And not just with people like you but with normal people. I was outside putting out the recycling and a van drove past and the guy shouted, “slag!”. So, who wants tea? {George groans} What?
George Sands (Russell Tovey): You keep making tea. Every surface is covered with mugs of tea and coffee. I go to make myself some tea and I can’t! There’s no mugs, there’s no tea. It’s all been made! And you can’t even drink it. You know? You can’t drink it, you keep making it. Oh my god, it’s driving me insane!
Annie: Oh. Well I like my routine. It makes me feel normal.
George: You’re a ghost!
Annie: Yeah. Okay.

Annie: You’re both off then?
Mitchell: Yeah, we’ve got work and then it’s his time of the month.
Annie: Oh. Right. Well. Tell you what, I won’t miss that. Used to have to curl up on the sofa, hot water bottle, Pride and Prejudice. Anyone says anything to me I’d bite their head off. Gosh, I suppose in your case that, that is actually quite a possibility, isn’t it? You know, biting?

Annie: All right George? What’s happening? I thought it was your time of the month.
Mitchell: It is. He’s doing it here.
Annie: I just hoovered.

Annie: Can I watch? I just want to see what happens.
George: This isn’t like when you were six, watching your cat have kittens. It’s… it’s private.
Annie: But you’ve seen me since I’ve died. I think the rules of privacy got a bit muddy. Oh come on, it’s not like you can hurt me.

Annie: Owen rang!
George: Owen who?
Annie: Owen. Your landlord. My fiancé. Ex-fiancé. He’s coming round.
Mitchell: In about… now.
George: He’s coming here? Why?
Mitchell: He’s over from Saudi for a few months and wants to meet us.
Annie: Well you guys are his longest staying tenants. All the others, they found it, uh, strangely unwelcoming.
George: Why didn’t you put him off?
Mitchell: I tried! But she kicked me in the shin. The shin, George!

Annie: Okay, I’ve written a list of questions for you to ask him.
Mitchell reading: “Are you screwing Janey Harris?”
Annie: She always fancied Owen. Trust me, if she had known when I died she’d have been here before the ambulance crew.
Mitchell still reading: Aw. “Has my sister had a baby?”.
Annie: Yeah, ’cause they’ve been trying for ages. I blame her husband. His name’s Robin, he works in the post office.
George: Oh my god, has everybody taken stupid pills? This is Annie’s ex. Annie’s ex who buried her.

Annie: I just want to see him. I could sneak down. I could hide.
George: Are you crazy? He will see you and die of shock. {Annie perks up.} Annie.That is not an option.

Annie: I just wanted a chance to explain. You don’t know him! You don’t know how he’d react, but I knew! I just, I knew that if he saw me again… But he couldn’t see me. And now he’s got someone else. And now she gets to kiss him. And watch him shave. And laugh and I’m still in the clothes that I died in! I get nothing! She gets him and I get… I get you.

George: Why do you think Owen couldn’t see you?
Annie: I don’t know. Maybe the shock of it was like… just set me back.
George: Like a relapse.
Annie: There’s just so much of this I don’t understand.

Annie: So what’d you think of her then? Janey.
George: She’s… orange.
Annie: She worked in a tanning salon. She thinks that looks classy. I think she looks like Kilroy.
George: Well, you’re much prettier. And much nicer.
Annie: And much deader.

Annie: I want to stay in the house now! Oh look, I’m sorry. I feel safe here. There are monsters outside. When it’s just the three of us it’s like none of them can touch us.
George: Okay.

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George: What the hell has brought this on? Since Becka died he’s barely left his room, barely said a word. And now this?
Annie: Maybe he’s had a blow to the head.
George: I’m sorry?
Annie: Happened to my nan. She got hit in the head by a radio-controlled plane at the county fair. From that moment, obsessed with pygmy goats.
George: There wasn’t a single bit of that sentence I understood.

Tully: Do you— Can I ask? Do you sleep?
Annie: Mitchell says I should try, even if it’s just a doze. He says it’d do me good. But I don’t know. Don’t think I want to.
Tully: Why?
Annie: Well, I might dream.

Annie: You changed your tune. You love old movies.
George: Hey, George is as George does.
Mitchell: Did you really just say that? Did you actually say those words?
Annie: Oh my god. You’re Tully’s Mini-Me.

Annie: So, what’d you want?
Tully: Company. A kind word. Respect.
Annie: Oh. You have those things.
Tully: Naw. What I have is a lumpy sofa, balls like concrete and a corpse giving me mixed signals.

Annie: This is making me feel very uncomfortable now.
Tully: Then I think it’s about time we went upstairs. {He leans in for a kiss and she disappears.}

Annie: Mitchell?
Mitchell: Annie? What are you doing out here? Annie, tell me what’s happened.

Annie: It feels like we’re losing him. Everything’s just… falling apart.
Mitchell: Things move and shift and settle again. It’s like those— what are those snow storm things called?
Annie: Snowstorms.
Mitchell: Yeah, ’bout so big, glass?
Annie: No, they’re called snowstorms.
Mitchell: Right. Well, them. You shake them and it’s all mad and then it settles again. That’s what time is like.

Annie: Look, I want you to be honest with me. Is this it? If nothing changes will I just stay like this? Here, but… not here. Forever.
Mitchell: Yeah.

Annie: Just to warn you, if you go in for a hug Mitchell will try to kiss you.
George: My god, I leave you alone for five minutes.
Annie: It’s like being attacked by an ironing board.
Mitchell: If I had intended to kiss you I’d have put on some chapstick first.

George watching the video: Who’s he talking to? Is he a mental?
Annie: Brown duvet. It’s a cry for help.

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Ghost Town

George: Annie, are you okay?
Annie: This is an engagement present. And now look at it! Just an unused kitchen utensil in the back of a drawer in a rented house that nobody loves.
George: I’ve always wondered what that is.
Annie: It’s a Mouli grater. For shredding parsley. Owen liked parsley sauce and boiled ham. It was his favorite. Do you know what Thursday is? It was the day we set for our wedding.
George: Oh no. You poor thing. You should have said.
Annie: I don’t want to think about it! I don’t want to make it real, to think that he’ll be spending it with her! Janey “Tango Face” Harris! And she’ll be cooking him parsley sauce and boiled ham.
Mitchell: Annie, Owen’s moved on with his life. You need to as well.
Annie: I’m dead, in case you hadn’t noticed.
Mitchell: But you’ve still got loads to offer! To the right… person.
Annie: Mitchell, I’m a ghost! No one can even see me.
Mitchell: You know what? I think you need to meet some kindred spirits.

Mitchell: Annie, this is Gilbert. Gilbert, Annie. My housemate.
Annie: Nice to meet you.
Gilbert: Is it?
Annie: How can he see me?
Mitchell: Like I said, he’s a kindred spirit.
Annie: So you’re… Are you?
Gilbert: Dead. Yeah. Since 1985.

Gilbert: Hang the DJ! That tune came out in 1990! Annie looks at him. Sorry.
Annie: Who are you, the 80s police?
Gilbert: No no no. Just someone with taste.

Anna Clare Sawyer “Beloved fiancée of Owen” 1985-2007
Annie: I’ve never seen it before.
Gilbert: It’s beautiful.
Annie: Beautiful? I was 22 years old. I had my whole life to live. I was happy and I was in love.
Gilbert: Yeah, well you can be happy now.
Annie: How can I be happy? I’ve lost the only man I’ve ever loved more than anyone in this world. And the children that I wanted, that feeling of— There are two e’s in fiancée?
Gilbert: Yeah, there are, yeah. Look Annie, you’re beyond that now. Human needs, cravings, all that. Alright, but the beauty of the world, I mean it’s all still here for us. It’s a better place, Annie.
Annie: A better place. Isn’t that where we should have gone?
Gilbert: No no! No, see that’s what I used to think, right? But then I stood by my grave. I felt the peace, you know, and the stillness of it. And I knew this is where I wanted to be. Forever.
Annie: Forever?
Gilbert: Oh yeah. Unless you find some kind of resolution.
Annie: To what?
Gilbert: Your life. Your death even. You know. You’re still here for a reason, Annie.

George: And where have you been, young lady?
Annie: I met up with Gilbert. We went to the cemetery.
Mitchell: He knows how to show a girl a good time.
Annie: No, it was really nice actually. Because it made me realize something about why I’m still here. There’s clearly some unfinished business. Something that I didn’t do in my life. Something unresolved. And when I figure it out, I can move on. {The pipes above start creaking in a foreshadowy sort of way.}

George: So what needs to be resolved?
Annie: Well if I knew that it wouldn’t need resolving, would it? Keep up.
Mitchell: So what are you going to do?
Annie: Aha!
Mitchell: You don’t know, do you?
Annie: No. But I’m pretty sure it’ll involve some highlight pens and a pad of paper.

Annie: Would you help me?
Gilbert: Who me? Really?
Annie: Yeah. It could be like a task. Or a project we do together.
Gilbert: Like collecting every Echo and the Bunnymen Japanese import.
Annie: Yeah.

Annie: I know that’s why I’m here now. I want to be Owen’s wife. I want to love him and cherish him and look after him. So that’s what I’ve gotta do, right? If I want to find peace.

Gilbert: How will he know what it’s for?
Annie: I’ll tell him. Suggest it to him. I’d like to be like his guardian angel and stop anything bad from happening to him.
Gilbert: Can you stop him from listening to Michael Bublé?

George: What’s going on?
Annie: I’m making parsley sauce. For Owen.
George: Why?
Annie: Because it’s my unfinished business. See, I realized that I never got to be a proper wife to Owen. I never got to do all those loving little things to show him how much I care about him.
George: Like making parsley sauce?
Annie: Not just parsley sauce. There’s boiled ham as well. I’m going to put it in a casserole dish and I’m gonna take it ’round.
George: Right. Okay. Well aside from the fact that’s a mental idea on so many levels, do you think you could possibly do it another night? Only I have a friend coming over for dinner. A female friend.
Annie: Oh, okay. So I’m contemplating resolving my death so that I can move on to the next dimension. And you’re worrying about gettin’ your leg-over!

Annie: What are you doing, Owen? {She starts to remember.} The thong…

Gilbert: Annie? What’s wrong?
Annie: Owen killed me.

Annie: He must have flushed it away, but it’s like the house hung on to it. He got so angry. He wasn’t like this when we first met. I mean, he was a bit moody and sometimes he’d… he’d…. But maybe that was me. Maybe I am just so annoying and so pathetic that—
Gilbert: No. Of course you’re not, Annie. Christ. You’re amazing.
Annie: But the man I loved killed me. Am I really that hard to love back?
Gilbert: Hey hey. Come on. You are loved. By loads of people…. By me.
Annie: What?
Gilbert: I love you. I really love you.

Annie: Hang on. That door wasn’t there. What is it?
Gilbert: Death.
Annie: Well… do we go through it? What happens? No, don’t go near it!
Gilbert: No no, it’s for me. It’s come for me…. Come with me.
Annie: I can’t.
Gilbert: I don’t want to go on my own.
Annie: No I mean I can’t. This isn’t for me. This is your death.
Gilbert: I just needed to meet you. All this time. I just needed to meet you.

Annie: At least now I know.

George: Are you all right?
Mitchell: You know what I think? The house was telling us. All that stuff about the pipes and the taps. It’s like it was all part of you. It was your memories. They were—
George: Affecting the plumbing.
Mitchell: It’s stopped now, hasn’t it? Now everything’s numb.
George: Well that’s something.
Annie: Yeah. I find out that the love of my life killed me. But it’s okay, ’cause at least now we can wash up.
Mitchell: He wasn’t though, was he?
Annie: Yes. He was. He loved me. And I was in love. It felt like he owned me.
George: Nobody owns you, Annie. Nobody can.
Annie: Why didn’t I go? Being with him wasn’t it. Finding out what happened wasn’t it. So what now? What’s left?
Mitchell: I guess that’s what we find out.

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The Black Day

Mitchell about Annie’s telekinesis: When did this start?
Annie: After I found out about Owen. And for all I know this could be perfectly normal. You find out your fiancé murdered you, you become a “throwing things about” ghost.
Mitchell: Poltergeist.
Annie: See. You know the terms. You understand how this works. Do you think I can channel it? Because I have been dying to pull that fridge out and clean behind it.
Mitchell: Annie. You’re still dealing with the fact that you were killed by Owen. Maybe cleaning the fridge isn’t the best way to go about it. {the instant coffee explodes.} You really can’t control it, huh?

Annie about George’s outfit: Oh, now that just looks like you can’t be asked.
George: Really?
Mitchell: Really.

Annie: You kept the DVD?!
Mitchell: I didn’t keep it so much as… not throw it out.
Annie: But everything you said about moving on, putting Lauren and that whole lifestyle behind you. Connecting with humanity.
George: But why hide it in Laurel and Hardy? What else have you got up there? Some German scat inside Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
Annie: How many times have you watched it?
Mitchell: I’ve never even seen any scat! Oh well, just that first time to see what it was, but that—
George: This is just what we didn’t need, Mitchell. To draw attention to ourselves.
Mitchell: It was just a stupid mistake.
Annie: Well put it right.

Mitchell: Owen’s on his way over. {a vase explodes and Annie storms in}
George: What the— ?
Annie: He can’t.
Mitchell: Well he can. It’s his house.
George: Did you just—
Annie: He can’t. {the lighting goes.}
George: How did she— ?
Mitchell: She’s a poltergeist. Annie, look you can’t be in this state when Owen arrives.
George: Mitchell, how long have you known about this?
Mitchell: George, we’ll talk about it later, okay! You’ve got to control it, Annie.
Annie: I don’t know how! {a vase dashes itself against the wall}
George: Ack! No! That was a present!
Mitchell: Come on, deep breaths. Breathe. Breathe.
Annie: No, I can’t have him in the same room knowing what he did to me. I will bring this house down!
Mitchell: Let’s get you upstairs, we’ll do everything we can to keep Owen down here, okay?

George: Annie, keep it together.
Annie: It is like he is killing me all over again.

Annie: And there you are. There’s the Owen I remember.

Annie: I’m making a break with the past. Everything that Owen and I ever had. That old life? Can go to ash.
George: Annie, don’t. You’re not even thinking straight.
Annie: George. I was dead before I even met Owen. A whole life just wasted on trivia and routine.
George: Annie, no—
Annie: Not now. Now I have a purpose. A reason to be here. Owen has taken everything he’s ever going to take from me. He’s not taking you two. Or this house. I’ve never felt more alive.

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Where the Wild Things Are

Annie: I’m going to haunt Owen.
George: Okay.
Annie: I think that’s why I’m still here. In fact I’m certain. You know I thought finding out what happened would be it but… clearly more to it because…. Well. Look. I haven’t gone.
George: Hm. Have you spoken to Mitchell?
Annie: Hm. Chance to be a fine thing. I’ve barely seen him. Have you?
George: No, not since the other night when… well, since the accident. D’you need any help?
Annie: Um. Yeah. Thanks. I don’t really know what I’m going to do yet, but…
George: Alright. Well can I just state for the record that, I understand why you’re doing this but… I don’t want you to go.
Annie: Noted.

George: What would Patrick Swayze do?
Annie: What d’you mean?
George: Well, what effect do you want to have? You know, maybe it would help if we knew what you wanted to achieve.
Annie: I want him to confess, I guess.
George: Well so tell him. “Confess.”
Annie: Confess!
George: Put a bit of a hiss on the end there.

Annie: You know what I said about making him confess? It’s not just that. I want to scare him. To make him cry and beg and scream. It’s not just about justice, it’s more jagged than that. Is that wrong?
George: It’s human. Not everything about being human is nice.

Owen: Annie?
Annie: Not anymore. I am darkness. I am death. Vengeance and fury! Fire and blood! Diamonds and bones! Sapphire and… steel. Confess, Owen. Confessssss!

Owen: Hey Annie? That the best you got? I knew it. I fucking knew it. All that stuff happening at my house. I thought it was just… guilt. {he laughs.} See I should have known that even death wouldn’t be a match for one of your sulks. I mean that’s what this is, isn’t it? It’s the Isle of Wight all over again.
Annie: A sulk? You killed me.
Owen: So what are you then? A ghost? How does this work? What? Come on. Spit it out! Quiet as the grave. Well. I think we’re done here, don’t you? See, I should charge rent for three. See ya.

George: He didn’t freak out? At all?
Annie: It makes sense really when you think about it. We were expecting him to react like a sane person, even though this is someone who killed his fiancé, concealed it, and then rented out the crime scene.

Annie: If you tell me that he has never laid a finger on you. Never—not even for a second—made you feel scared of him, I’ll walk away right now.
Janey: Sometimes he gets…
Annie: What?
Janey: No!
Annie: You need to say it.
Janey: No! I’m going mad, that’s all.

Janey: I’m seeing things! It’s Annie, she’s here. Owen, she was going to chop my feet off!
Annie: Okay, that is totally out of context.

Annie: It’s beaten me. I can’t… move. I can’t…. Owen’s won. I can’t touch him. He just keeps on killing me.
George: Okay. First off, you need to stop talking. Then you need to stand up and help.
Annie: You don’t understand.
George: No! Mitchell, our friend, needs you. Your friend. So if you can’t do this then you have done to yourself the one thing Owen could never do. Because then you have finally died.

Seth: What the cock is that?
Annie: I’m a ghost actually.
Seth: Get out. Can you, like, move things about and, you know, walk from one room to another?
George: Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone can do that.

George brandishing a chair over his head: Who wants some my of chair!?
Annie: I told you we should have prepared something.

Annie: I went ahead to check the coast was clear!
Mitchell: Is it?
Annie: Very much not.
George: Well did anyone see you? {there’s banging at the door.}
Annie: Possibly.

Owen: Hi honey, I’m home! Got your message. {sees everyone.} So… the gangs all here. What are they? Your backing singers? Ah, fuck. You’re not ghosts as well are you? I knew I should have got references. Can I ask you something? Is the point of all this to make me feel guilty? Is that what we’re doing here? ‘Cause it won’t work. ‘Cause here’s the thing. They never tell you… you see, to kill someone and get away with it… you’re bulletproof. You’re a god.
Annie: There’s a question you haven’t asked yourself yet. If I exist, what else does? You think you’re the big bad wolf. You should see George on a full moon. You think you’re a cold-blooded murderer? Mitchell was killing eighty years before you were even born. Don’t you get it yet? I’m just the tip of the iceberg. I’m Good Cop.
… Look at you. So pleased with your grubby little murder. Fact is, when it comes to pure, naked evil, you’re an amateur. I want you to know you’ve wandered off the path. This is where the wild things are. And we’ve got your scent now. We can find you at the edge of the earth. And create unimaginable tortures. And now I’m going to tell you the very worst thing in the world. Something only the dead know. {she whispers in his ear.}
Owen: That’s not true!
Annie: I saw it. My advice to you? Find a safe place. With locks. And bad dogs. And never ever turn out the light.

Annie: I think I’m going to go and put the kettle on.
George: What did you say to him? {Mitchell shakes his head.}
Annie: I told him a secret.

Annie: So what happens now? To me. I thought there’d be fireworks. I thought the clouds would part…. I thought there’d be Elvis.
Mitchell: We just wait, I suppose.
Annie: Wait? And do what?
George: Well The Real Hustle’s on at 8:30.
Annie: Is it?
Mitchell: If it’s a question of closure, well, what constitutes closure? Owen turning himself in? Doing himself in?

Annie: Oh my god, it’s here.
George: So that’s it? That’s death?
Annie: Do I pack?
Mitchell: No. I mean, I don’t think so. I think you just go as you are.
George: What is it? On the other side. Is it something good or something else?
Annie: Probably something else.
George: Then why are you going? It doesn’t make sense. Stay. Please. Just, just stay. If you don’t know what’s there why the hell are you going?
Mitchell: ‘Cause it’s an end.
Annie: I should say goodbye now then. Will you be all right?
George: Yeah, yeah, I’ll look after him.
Mitchell: I’ll look after him.

Annie: You hated me!
George: I didn’t!
Annie: Oh you did.
George: A bit.

Annie: Don’t kill anyone.
Mitchell: Good tip.
Annie: Write that down.

Annie: So.
Mitchell: So.
Annie: I’ll be off then. Oh this is ridiculous!
Mitchell: You’re lucky. Most people don’t get a chance to say goodbye.
Annie: I know, but fucking hell!
George: You might want to have different last words.
Annie: George, when I open it, don’t look inside.

Annie: George, he’s dying!
George: You have to go! We don’t know how long the portal will be here. Annie, this might be your last chance! You have to go!
Annie: But he’s dying!
George: I’ll get him to the hospital. I can deal with this! Annie. Go. Annie, just go!

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Bad Moon Rising

Two Years Earlier

Annie: It was nothing really. Just a small good deed in the darkness. But fate is always playing a long game. … They were just two souls, united by fear and solitude. Lost in the dark. Fate pushed them together. And now they were going to find out why.

George: Why didn’t you go through the portal?
Annie: How could I? With him like this.
George: I told you I could manage.
Annie: What, you want me to go?
George: Of course not! But if I had the chance to be free from all—
Annie: Look. Why don’t you go. Get some rest.
George: No, I’m too wired.
Annie: Okay, well, we’ll do it in shifts.
George: What will you do about the portal?
Annie: I’m not going anywhere until Mitchell gets better.

George: I’m going to ask them to order you a taxi.
Annie: It’s fine. {she’s in the flat}. I’m already there…. I’ve never moved that far before.

Annie: Guess I’ve missed my flight. So. What do I do now? Apart from stand here and talk to myself like a mental.

Annie: Herrick can’t hurt me though, can he? I know that sounds… But I’m saying that’s all talk. He can’t hurt me. I’m already dead.
Mitchell: He can. It’s the house that keeps you here. It’s me and George. So he’ll get rid of us, burn the house to the ground. There’ll be nothing left for you. You’ll be like smoke, you’ll just blow apart in the breeze.
Annie: But it won’t come to that, because we’ll stop him. You’ll get better and we’ll look after each other. That’s why he can’t win.

Mitchell: We need to finish this now. Otherwise they’ll hunt us down. They’ll pick us off one by one.
Annie: So we bring the fight to them. I mean look at us in the funeral parlor. We kicked undead ass!

Annie: Do you want to be punished? Is that what this is? Some kind of martyr thing?
Mitchell: ‘Cause then he’ll let you go. You can take Nina with you, start again.
Annie: And what about me?
Mitchell: You stick with George and you’ll be fine.
Annie: No. I can’t— This is utterly mental! No, we are not even having this conversation.

Mitchell: Annie, I’m meeting Herrick. I’m ending this.
Annie: And it is precisely because of that attitude that you do not have a say in this, isn’t that right, George? {silence.} Talk to me, fella.
George: Mitchell’s made his decision. I think we should respect that. I have to think about my future. I have to think about Nina now.

George: I’ll meet you at the station.
Annie: Maybe. Maybe I’ll stay here and fight.
George: There will come a time when you understand why I’m doing this.
Annie: Don’t worry, I get it.

Cara: Herrick came for me. And now I have the blood of the ancestors. Ten thousand years of majesty and glory!
Annie: Well. Congratulations on mastering the whole speaking like a twat thing.

Mitchell: Have you seen George?
Nina: I was going to ask you the same thing. I just got this letter. He’s dumped me. He’s finished our relationship. He’s— Sorry. Who are you?
Annie: Annie. I saw you at the house.
Nina: No you haven’t. What are you talking about?
Annie: No. No, you’re right. I haven’t.

Annie: Why did I hear those voices? The dead people? I never used to be able to do that.
Mitchell: You turned down death. No one’s ever done that. It’s like it opened something in you.
Annie: Like I’ve got a whole new skill set.
Mitchell: We should make an action figure of you.

Annie: So what happens next, Mitchell?
George: Yeah, is it over? Are we safe now?
Mitchell: Maybe Herrick is right. Maybe someone will pick up where he left off. Or maybe that’s it. Maybe nothing happens now. None of us know what safety is like. What if this is it?

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