08x05 - Spellbound

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# Heartbeat

# Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

# Heartbeat

# Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? #

OWL HOOTS

CHURCH BELL STRIKES

What was that?

MEOWING

THUD, OSCAR GRUNTS

Reverend, have you noticed anyone unusual

hanging around here recently?

Not that I can remember. Why do you ask?

There's been a g*ng of youths targeting churches in the county,

taking chalices, crosses, that sort of thing.

I thought it might be them.

St Michael's had a lucky escape last night, then.

Well, yes. It looks that way.

VAN APPROACHES

I wonder what he's up to. It's the second time in a week.

- Sorry? - Bob Hall. Hanging around.

You'd think he'd seen enough of me.

I've had him up in front of me more times than I care to remember.

Hasn't been bothering you, has he?

No. Why should he?

Well... I came down on him pretty hard last time.

He might have some idea about getting his own back.

Just because you're a magistrate,

doesn't mean everyone's out to get us.

Tell that brother of yours his breakfast is still waiting.

I wonder what time last night he dragged himself back in.

PIANO MUSIC

See you, Si. Breakfast's ready.

- What do you think? - Sounds good. Got to go.

- See you, Dad. - Bye.

PIANO MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

What time did you get back last night?

- I don't know. Two, maybe. - Where were you?

I went to see a band in Whitby. I hitched back.

I had to walk the last couple of miles.

It's OK, is it?

I just don't want you in any more trouble, Simon.

Ease off, Dad. I'm not.

Getting chucked out of school for dr*gs was bad enough.

- Can't you let it drop? - It's just that I worry.

There's no need.

Why not make an old man happy and come into the business with me?

I don't want to spend my life making thermostats.

More of a future than this.

Not everyone thinks that.

I showed some of my songs to the band last night.

They reckon I should send them to their manager in London.

This music career of yours isn't gonna happen, Simon.

- It's a dream. - Mum didn't think so.

Yeah, well, Mum's not here, is she?

I think it's time you got on with your life.

Yeah, well, it's my life, Dad.

Neil, stop it. I've to get going.

It's all right for you. You've only got to slip next door.

The trials of a district nurse! I know!

LAUGHS

I'm going to call on Mr Follett this morning.

I couldn't even get through the door last time I tried.

Well, he's still losing weight and he's very weak.

He really ought to be in hospital.

Some people just don't trust medics.

He spent some years in Africa

and from I can tell, he got caught up in their culture.

When I was there, people were generally wary of modern medicine.

Maybe he is too.

Perhaps he just wants to let nature take its course.

Yes, well... we'll see.

- Bye. - Good luck.

- Morning, Alf. - Mike.

ALF: Who's taken all my digestives? Phil?

Sorry, Alf. I was starving. There's no food at his place.

Yeah. Who's cleared us out, then?

I'm a growing lad.

OK, I'll go to the shops at lunchtime.

You make sure my digestives are on your shopping list.

Is he in yet?

Yes. I reckon his fancy woman wasn't round last night.

I don't know what she sees in him.

Well, it'll be the uniform.

Women always go for a man in a smart uniform.

Well, Bradley, what does the Reverend Foyle have to say?

No-one suspicious hanging around St Michael's, Sarge.

Well, he's a churchman.

Any dodgy characters in the area,

he'd have invited them in for a cup of tea.

How's Mr Blaketon?

Oh, erm... He didn't get a good look at them before he was clobbered.

It's just a lump. Nothing serious.

It could have been quite a different story, though.

Perhaps I'll stop by and remind him he's not a copper any more.

MAGGIE: Are you eating properly?

For heaven's sake, I don't need mothering.

No, I'm sure you don't.

How about the headaches? Are they still as bad?

You're wasting your time.

Mr Follett, unless you let us take some tests,

we're not going to be able to find out what's wrong with you.

I'm not going to hospital.

And I don't need you fussing over me.

Well, how about some help at home?

I could arrange for somebody to come in and do a bit of cleaning.

No, thank you.

And come away from there! Leave that al...

GASPS FOR BREATH

Just... go away, nurse. Please.

Leave me in peace.

- Mr Follett... - Please.

All right, but I'll be back.

How you waste your time is your own concern.

SHOP BELL RINGS

BELL DINGS

Morning, Mr Blaketon. How's the head?

Oh, fine, thanks. Just a bump. Have you caught them yet?

Oh, we will. Don't you worry.

Do you think it's connected to the other church raids?

That's all in hand, Mr Blaketon.

It's you I'm more concerned about at the moment.

Me?

Could have been a lot worse, you know. A man in your condition.

Don't want to have a relapse, now, do we?

I'm not an invalid, you know.

I know. Let's try and keep it that way.

There's no need for you to go taking risks like that anymore.

You take my advice, leave the policing to me.

You put your feet up. Enjoy retirement.

I wasn't trying to do your job, Sergeant.

I was trying to be a good citizen.

I know.

Well, next time, be a good citizen and pick up the phone.

SHOP BELL RINGS AND DOOR CLOSES

Oh, hello, Mrs Cliveden.

Mr Greengrass, aren't you supposed to be finishing my garden?

It's done. I were coming round in a bit to balance my books.

The job isn't done until you've removed the rubbish.

What kind of landscape gardener do you call yourself?

CLAUDE: It's not rubbish. That there's compost.

It needs time, though, to rot down.

What, house bricks and concrete?

Didn't you want a rockery?

SCOFFS

I'll come over in a bit and sort it out.

And keep that mutt of yours away from Princess.

There's been an invasion of fleas since it started running around.

Fleas? I'm sorry, you're making a bit of a mistake

if you think those are owt to do with Alfred.

My only mistake, Mr Greengrass, was in employing you.

Call that a dog? It ought to be on wheels.

Landscape gardener?

I've put some bushes in and laid some turf.

A landscape gardener is an artist, Claude.

He doesn't just bung a couple of bushes up a corner.

He designs landscapes.

I know that and you know that, but she don't know that.

I wouldn't be too sure about that, Claude.

Dorothea Cliveden used to have her own fashion label.

So I'd say she knows quite a bit about design.

A fashion designer?

Yeah. She gave it all up when she married some American businessman.

He's dead now.

I suppose that's why she's up here. She's after peace and quiet.

Worth a bit then, is she?

Why? Fancy your chances, do you, Bernie?

LAUGHS

She's not my type.

I'll drink to that.

Hey, give us a break, will you?! I need a f*g.

Dad saw you outside the house this morning.

He's worried you might be, er... bothering me.

Oh, aye?

And what did you say?

I said you wouldn't leave me alone.

Always following me around, and keeping me away from school.

Bad influence, then, am I?

CLAUDE: Stay there.

Stay there. Good dog.

Mrs Cliveden!

Mrs Cliveden?

It's Claude Greengrass. I've shifted that stuff.

Where are you? Mrs Cliveden?

KNOCKS, CLAUDE GASPS

Oh! Phew!

Right. "Jay Ferrari Music Management."

What's this, Simon? Some of your songs?

Yeah. How do you know?

Your dad mentioned you were writing songs some time ago.

Yeah, well, my dad thinks I'm wasting my time.

I don't know about that. He just wants what's best for you.

That'll be one and six.

Oh, and, er... a notepad as well, please.

I bet you felt that.

Yeah, I'd rather have felt the collar

of whoever it was clobbered me in the churchyard last night.

Churchyard? What do you think they were they doing?

Well, I can only assume they were going to break into the church.

Yeah? Did you see who it was?

No, more's the pity.

It was nearly two in the morning. I could hardly see a thing.

So you couldn't tell the police anything?

No.

Right.

Thanks, Mr Blaketon.

PLAYS BALLAD

I haven't heard that one before. Sounds good.

Well, at least I've got one fan.

Don't pay any attention to Dad. What does he know?

All he's bothered about is the factory

and putting people behind bars.

He'd be bothered if he knew you were bunking off school.

- What? - I've seen you, Sally.

- What are you talking about? - You and Bob Hall.

This morning. I saw you.

You've been spying on me!

Look, Hall's trouble. You should keep away from him.

Why should I? I can see who I want.

But you don't understand what he's like.

And I suppose you know him better than me!

Do me a favour, Simon, and stick to your music, all right?

- Look, Sally... - Get off me.

She looked like summat from another planet.

Her face were all covered in this, like, mud.

That'll be a face pack, Claude.

Face pack? I don't know.

My heart nearly packed it, I can tell you.

It's a beauty treatment.

Do you not know anything, Claude?

Why? Have you had it done? Cos if you have, it hasn't worked.

I read about it in one of them magazines

while I was waiting in the surgery.

You can get this special stuff from the Dead Sea.

That's right, Bernie. It's dead expensive too.

I bet you that's what Mrs Cliveden uses.

You mean she pays good money for mud?

She must have more money than sense.

That goes without saying if she hired you as a landscape gardener.

Look, come on. We did say two days.

Yeah, I know. I'm looking! I haven't found the right place yet.

Look, we can't go on like this. The place is a mess.

Well, I never was one for a pinny and a feather duster.

Have you ever tried?

Sounds like what you two need is a woman to look after you.

One each, more like. Eh, Mike?

Cheers, thanks.

The trouble is, Oscar, I just don't know if I can trust him.

That doesn't say much for me as a father, does it?

Well, you managed all right with Sally.

I mean, Simon was always a bit of a wild spirit.

Look, all this music business, I mean, it's mad.

Out until all hours of the night.

I don't know what he gets up to.

Hmm.

Well, it may take him some time, but, er...

..he'll sort himself out.

Mr Follett wouldn't talk about it,

but I could tell that he was really upset.

It sounds like tribal magic.

- Oh, Neil. - Seriously!

I came across something similar when I was with the Red Cross.

There was this man.

There was nothing wrong with him physically, but he was wasting away.

He'd been sent a wax doll.

Well, that sounds exactly like Mr Follett.

The man I remember claimed he'd been cursed.

Really?!

I'm not saying there was anything supernatural about it.

The man simply believed in the witch doctor's power.

No, it was purely psychological.

What happened to him?

He died. There was nothing we could do for him.

Of course, this was a native steeped in ancient African tradition.

But Mr Follett might really believe it.

He did live out there. His house is full of African artefacts.

If somebody sent him that doll, they knew he'd take it seriously.

What are you saying, Maggie? We've got witches in Aidensfield?

MAGGIE CHUCKLES

No, of course not.

But what if somebody's threatening him?

Reverend Foyle's been on the phone, Sarge.

There's another incident at St Michael's.

Well, someone's certainly made a mess in here.

What would anyone want with a human skull?

That's what confounded me.

And then I saw this.

Witchcraft?!

Did I hear you correctly, Constable?

Yes, Sarge.

And is Aidensfield awash with black cats

and old hags whistling across moonlit skies on broomsticks?

Not as I've noticed, no, Sarge.

Thank goodness for that!

Even if devil-worshippers were responsible for this outrage,

what do you think they'd want with a -year-old skull?

For their altar.

I'm sorry, PC Bellamy?

To celebrate the black mass.

And what makes you such an authority on the black arts, PC Bellamy?

Well, er...

It's in me book.

A man of literature, I see.

Well, the notion of black magic is intriguing,

but had it occurred to any of you that it might be kids messing about?

- Yes, Sarge. - Oh, good!

For a moment there, you had me worried!

Now get on with it and find out who it is.

Oi!

- You keep away from Sally. - You what?

- I've seen you together. - Have you, now?

Look, I'm warning you. You keep away from her.

- Or what? - I'm just telling you. Right?

Alf, have you come across a farmer called Follett?

The name rings a bell.

I can't find anything on him in here.

Half a mo.

Come in a few months ago complaining about sheep rustlers.

According to this,

he came in on the first night of every month for four months,

and just took one animal each time.

Doesn't sound like typical sheep rustlers to me.

Maybe it's Reverend Foyle's Satanists after a sacrifice.

Well, maybe.

KNOCKS

Mrs Cliveden.

SLAMS DOOR, COUGHS

Yes?

Oh, er, I'm sorry to disturb you, but, I-I...

By heck, is this another photo of you?

Yes. I was .

Yeah, lovely looking young lady, weren't you?

- Not that you're not now. - Was there something you wanted?

I thought perhaps you might not have heard about Crackley Mire.

Why would I want to hear about that?

Well, cos of the mud there.

It's just as good as this Dead Sea stuff that costs an arm and a leg.

Dead Sea mud, Mr Greengrass, is very special.

I know. It's special in Crackley Mire.

It's because of the... the, er, whatsits, the minerals.

- Minerals? - Aye, it's full of 'em.

I mean, Lady Ashfordly, she discovered it

about years ago.

I mean, not the current Lady Ashfordly. It's not that good!

Well, what did she discover?

It were about the mud. It were by accident, really.

She were riding her horse, you know, across the moors,

and it bolted and it threw her in the middle of Crackley Mire.

And, of course, she got absolutely covered in this mud,

and they dragged her out.

But a couple of days later,

she noticed that all her skin had gone sort of softer and younger.

And, of course, the upshot was, what she did was,

she got all the servants to go and get buckets of the stuff.

They brought it up to Ashfordly Hall and she used to bathe in it.

When she died, she were well over and she didn't look .

And why are you telling me?

Well, cos it's just sitting there, in't it? Ready to be gathered.

And it costs nowt.

And from what I hear, this Dead Sea stuff, it in't all that healthy.

Well, where would I find it?

Well, I could go and get you a load, couldn't I?

There'd be a little charge involved. To make up for my petrol and that.

Well, I suppose there's no harm in having a look.

I could take a sample for analysis.

Analysis?

- So, shall we go? - Er, er, erm... Yes.

But I've just remembered,

I've got a bit of business I've just got to take care of before I can go.

We can go a bit later on. Say, later this afternoon.

All right.

- Mr Follett? - Yes.

I was wondering if I could have a few words with you, sir?

It's to do with your stolen sheep.

Very nice.

How long did you spend in Africa?

I did my last tour there.

Well, it's certainly a far cry from Aidensfield.

It is. Were you in the forces, Constable?

- Er... No, sir. - No National Service?

No, I'm afraid I missed out on that one.

Should never have been done away with.

Still, police force is a... a good choice.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

Erm, it's been more than two months

since the last report of any sheep being stolen.

Have they stopped?

I think so.

Mark you, I haven't been able to keep too sharp an eye

on the farm recently, because I haven't been very well.

So I understand.

And you still don't know who's responsible for it?

- No. - Are you sure?

You're not being threatened, are you, Mr Follett?

You wouldn't understand.

You really wouldn't.

This wouldn't have anything to do with witchcraft, would it?

Hey, Gina,

do you know where I can get any of the face pack mud you were on about?

Why? You thinking of giving yourself a new image, are you, Claude?

No, it's... it's for a friend.

Ooh! Got yourself a young lady?

You don't care who you hurt, do you? Give us a Scotch.

You're still worried about Simon, aren't you?

Aye. I... I just get the feeling something's going on.

You don't think he might be in some kind of trouble?

What, you mean with the law?

Well, it's possible. You've not heard anything, have you?

No, nothing.

Because I'd expect you to tell me, if you had. As a friend, like.

When he popped into the post office, he seemed a bit on edge.

How do you mean?

He was asking questions about the churchyard and me being att*cked.

Just curious, I suppose.

Maybe.

Oh, come on, Oscar.

Look, er... was Simon out again last night?

Yeah, he was. Why?

It means he's been unaccounted for

during both incidents at St Michael's.

You're not saying Sam would hit you and steal that skull!

So why was he so keen to know if I'd seen someone that night?

What would he want with a skull, for goodness' sake?

I don't know.

But if he did take it, he'd have hidden it somewhere.

MR FOLLETT: The sheep were stolen on the same night every time.

So I waited for them and followed them.

Could you identify any of them?

There were two of them,

but it was impossible to make out who they were.

- Was there a vehicle? - A van.

Can you remember what colour it was, or what make?

No, it was too dark to see.

Well, er, where did they go?

In the woods above the farm.

There were about a dozen of them there.

Go on.

Well, I drove the Land Rover at them and they dispersed.

And the following morning, I found that doll on my bed.

I see.

Why didn't you tell us about any of this before?

I didn't see any point. No-one would understand.

What with the theft of your sheep,

someone gained access to this house and tried to intimidate you.

It's all mumbo jumbo to you, isn't it?

PC Bradley...

..I spent a long time with men in the Bush...

..who believed in and practised magic.

And I know its power.

There's nothing you can do.

Nothing.

What can I do for you, sir?

Oh, I've been told I can get some of that-that mud stuff here.

Mud stuff? I think you need the gardening shop.

No, no, love. That mud stuff that ladies put on their faces.

Oh, a face pack.

Aye, that'll be it.

- That'll be £ , please, sir. - Two quid? By 'eck.

I hope it does the trick.

I'm sure the lady will be delighted, sir.

Well, I suppose at a stretch it could be seen as intimidation.

I don't see any court going for it, though. Do you, Bradley?

Not without more evidence, no, Sarge.

There was a time we'd have just hauled in Old Ma Hall.

- Who? - She lived on the moors, Sarge.

They burned her at the stake years ago.

It doesn't help us very much then, does it, Constable?

No, I suppose not, Sarge.

But there's still family in the area, isn't there, Alf?

That's remiss of us, isn't it?

Failing to put her descendants to the torch, as well.

ALF: Oh, Phil's got a point there, Sarge.

Thing is, with things like this, they're sort of passed down.

Aren't they, Mike?

I wouldn't know, Alf.

Perhaps you'd like to pursue that line of enquiry, Constable Ventress.

- Pardon, Sarge? - Go on.

Go and check out Old Ma Hall's family,

if that's all Ashfordly's finest can come up with.

I-I didn't mean that. I was just thinking out aloud.

Well, you should have thought a little more quietly, shouldn't you?

Go on.

MIKE SNORTS

And, Bradley, you can go with him.

CLAUDE: There we are, Mrs Cliveden.

Crackley Mire, the font of eternal youth.

MRS CLIVEDEN: Is this it?

It doesn't look much... Oops-a-daisy!

LAUGHTER

You nearly went there!

I know it don't looks much, but looks aren't everything, are they?

Right, Bernie, here, you'd better go and get a jarful.

You never said owt about me getting my feet wet.

You don't expect me to do it with my back, do you?

Best pall-bearer shoes, these are.

You don't expect me to ruin 'em for a rotten per cent?

Shut up! I'll give you .

Twenty-five.

Go on. Go and get some.

And try and get it from near the water's edge.

That's where the minerals are richest, you know.

Go on! Be careful!

CLAUDE: Don't fall down.

CLAUDE: Just fill it up.

I am filling it up.

- Have you got some? - Aye.

Hey, put the lid on, won't you?

Yes, I have put the lid on!

- You got it? - Aye.

Right, come on, chuck it. Look out, love.

Well done.

That's per cent and a new pair of shoes.

All right, all right.

Right, that's the stuff then, Mrs Cliveden.

There it is. You won't forget the, er... umpence, will you?

Don't worry, you'll get your reward, if this is as good as you say.

Let's hope it's a big 'un.

I still reckon you're gonna wind up up to your neck in it, Claude.

What happens when she realises Crackley Mire mud don't do the job?

Of course it'll do the job.

What you don't realise is that it's all in the head.

Mud's mud.

You bet your sweet life

this Crackly Mire stuff is just as good as that foreign muck.

Come on, stop worrying.

This time you've gone too far, Simon.

I should have seen it coming,

but I never dreamt of anything like this.

Dad, you don't understand.

- Oh, I understand just fine. - No, you don't.

You desecrated a grave.

It was you that att*cked Oscar Blaketon.

SIMON: That wasn't me.

DEREK: I'm not gonna bail you out this time, Simon.

I'm going to the police.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Just trying to make me look stupid, that's all.

Well, we're here now, aren't we?

I wasn't serious about Old Ma Hall's family, you know.

MIKE CHUCKLES

MIKE: Hang on, Alf. Is that him?

ALF: Aye. Bob the Yob.

Nasty piece of work, but he's not one to go stirring a cauldron.

Oh, you never know. You may be on to something, after all.

What do you mean?

Hello, Bob.

What do you lot want?

Oh, just to ask a few questions, that's all.

You work for Mr Follett, don't you?

Sometimes, yeah. What's all this about?

Mr Follett's had some of his sheep go missing.

So?

We think someone's been threatening him.

What? Mr Follett? Hardly.

BOB: What's he after?

Oh, he's just stretching his legs.

Well, there's nothing to see.

All well and good then, isn't it?

So, have you noticed anything unusual up at the farm?

Depends. What sort of a threat was it?

Someone sent him a doll with a nail hammered through it.

You're having me on.

So...

I take it you can't help us, then?

ENGINE STARTS

ALF: I knew it would be a waste of time.

MIKE: I don't know, Alf, it could have been Hall.

MIKE: If he was up in the woods that night,

he'd have been able to recognise Follett's Land Rover.

He probably knows a bit about the man's background,

that he'd be susceptible to that kind of threat.

Maybe he even had access to the house in order to plant the doll.

You again?

This is your last chance.

"This is my last chance."

Look, I am sick of this!

My dad's found the skull from St Michael's.

I know what you're up to.

He's taken it to the police so I've come to make a deal.

- You've what? - He thinks I took it.

If you keep away from Sally, I'll keep my mouth shut.

And what if I don't want to make a deal?

I'll tell 'em everything.

No.

No, you won't.

Cos you know what I can do.

You won't open your gob to anyone, cos you know what that'd mean.

I'm not scared of the police, or your old man.

In fact, what makes you think he's even gonna get to t'coppers?

CAR DOOR SHUTS

Miss?

Hello.

It's Sally, in't it? Sally Harper?

Yeah. Why? What's the matter?

PHIL EXHALES

I'm afraid there's been an accident. It's your father.

He's been taken to the hospital.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Sally, there's two policemen outside to see you.

Come on.

Sally, there's no need to be alarmed.

We just need to ask you a few questions.

Come sit down over here.

There we are.

Now, are you sure there's no-one we can contact for you?

What about your brother? Do you know where he is?

No.

When was the last time you saw him?

Dad and Simon were arguing this afternoon.

And were you there when your dad left the house, Sally?

- Sally? - What?

They row.

I go for walks to get out of the house,

to get away from the shouting.

CRADDOCK: And have you any idea where Simon may have got to?

Dad says Simon's ruining his life with his music and everything.

But he hasn't got anything to do with this.

He hasn't.

- How is he, then? - He's in a bad way, I'm afraid.

Are you friends, you and Mr Harper?

I've known Derek for years. This is hard to take in.

He's an excellent driver.

Sarge, they've taken the car away for examination.

They found a skull inside.

More than likely the one that was stolen from St Michael's.

Sergeant Craddock, could I have a word?

If you'd had suspicions about Simon Harper, you should have come to me.

There was no evidence as such. It was purely circumstantial.

I'd have found the evidence if there was any to find.

That's my job.

If you hadn't been so damned offensive,

I might have said something.

All right.

So far, we have the stolen skull found in Derek Harper's car.

Derek Harper's in a critical condition.

What we don't have is Simon Harper, who may well have done a runner.

OSCAR: Hmm.

Good morning, Mr Greengrass. Isn't it a wonderful day?

I suppose so, if you say it is.

My man in York tells me your Crackley Mire mud

is everything you said it might be, Mr Greengrass.

Every bit as good as mud from the Dead Sea. Would you?

Well, there'd be summat wrong with his microscope if it weren't.

I have a friend in the cosmetics industry

coming up tonight from London.

He's very interested.

We thought we might call it Dorothea's Facial Preparation.

What do you think?

It's a bit of a posh name for a bit of mud, in't it?

Yes, it is!

But to paraphrase the vernacular,

where there's mud there's money, Mr Greengrass.

Funny you should mention that...

Don't worry, you'll have your payment

as soon as my friend's company buys the rights.

And what better way to convince him than to demonstrate the goods?

Can you bring this up to my bathroom, please, Mr Greengrass?

What, you're gonna put it on your face?

Indeed I am.

- What, all of it? - No, not all of it.

I thought I might bathe in the rest.

Still no sign of him, then?

And the tyres on Derek Harper's saloon had been slashed.

It looks like someone wanted him to use his MG.

And you think that Simon tampered with it.

We haven't heard yet, but it's certainly a possibility.

I see.

Look, you know the family, Mr Blaketon.

Is there anyone you think he might have gone to?

Hmm. Well, no-one comes to mind.

Really?

Right, er, well... it was just a thought.

Thanks.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Bradley? Oscar Blaketon.

OSCAR: 'Now, listen, I could be wrong about this,

but there was a place that Simon used to go to when he was a lad.'

Simon?

It's Oscar Blaketon.

I can't believe you've got me up here again.

SIMON: Get away!

Now, come on, open the door.

SIMON: Just go away!

If you don't, I'll have to break it down.

Just keep away from me.

Now, it's all right, Simon.

He's dead, isn't he?

My dad?

He's k*lled him!

Now, just keep calm.

Your dad's not dead.

It was Hall, wasn't it?

He said Dad wouldn't get to the police.

The brakes on your dad's car were faulty, Simon.

The accident had nothing to do with Bob Hall or witchcraft.

But someone did slash the tyres on his saloon.

It wasn't me. I didn't do it.

But you did argue with your dad before you left the house.

Yeah, but...

And he found the skull and decided to go to the police.

Yeah.

So to stop him getting there, you slashed the tyres,

but you didn't reckon he'd risk it and take the MG, did you?

- No, it wasn't me. - So, why did you run away?

Because of Bob. I was scared of what he'd do.

Simon, you're not doing yourself any favours here.

It's true. Just look at Mr Follett!

Oh, it was you Mr Follett saw in the woods that night.

Hall's got a coven. I was in it. Mr Follett nearly caught us.

SIMON: It was all Hall's idea.

What, to send him the doll? To scare him?

Follett got really sick, just like Hall said he would.

It's only because he believes in it. There's no magic in that doll.

Trust me.

- What about the skull? - Bob wanted it. For an initiation.

How did it get here in the first place?

Whose bike is that, Simon?

It's my sister's.

Right.

Come on. Let's have the whole story.

Simon says it's about ten minutes' walk from here.

Yes. Well, thank you very much for your assistance, Mr Blaketon.

We'll take it from here. Come on, Simon. Lead on.

I see.

- PHIL: Oscar. - Bellamy.

Well, you'd best get after them then hadn't you?

BIRD SQUAWKS

What is it? Are you all right, Phil?

Yeah, sure.

EXHALES

I just can't stop thinking of The Devil Rides Out.

They creep up on a black mass just like this.

What happens?

Well, the witches conjure up the devil.

If they try and pull that on us,

I'll read him his rights, like the rest of them.

Quiet there!

Right, Simon, you wait here. The rest of you know the plan.

BOB: Oh you who dwells in darkness and flame and smoke,

hear our invocation.

BOB: Reveal to us, your servants, your horned image.

BOB: Strike fear into our enemies.

Accept our new servant, our offering in your name.

BOB: Give us strength over all, defiance over man and woman,

dominance over all.

By the name of the winged serpent, oh, most exalted, come!

CRADDOCK: Police! Stay right where you are!

POLICE WHISTLES BLOW, SHOUTS

Hall, you're under arrest.

There's nothing you can do. Don't panic!

You can't stop us!

The laws against witchcraft were done away with years ago!

I'm not doing you for witchcraft.

Sheep rustling and intimidation. That'll do for a start.

SALLY: Get off!

Sally? Come on. Stand up.

I told you to keep away from him. But you wouldn't listen.

SALLY: Shut up. You don't understand anything.

I tried to keep you out of it.

I begged Hall to leave you alone. Then I found the skull.

I knew it was for your initiation into his coven.

I wanted to go through with it.

- It's all I've got. - SIMON: What?

- Nobody cared about me. - SIMON: Don't be stupid.

It was always you. You were all Dad ever talked about.

What you were going to do with your life. How you were ruining it.

He never talked to me about me.

It was always you and him, you and him.

Till Bob.

He wants me, Simon.

I don't care what's right or wrong.

CRADDOCK: And what about your father?

SALLY: I didn't want to hurt him. I had to warn Bob.

How did I know he'd use the other car? He knew it was dangerous.

It's not my fault.

It's not.

CRADDOCK: OK, let's get this lot back to the station.

MIKE: Come on. Come on.

PHIL: Mike!

VACUUM CLEANER ROARS

Mike!

What are you doing?

You know we didn't get in while three this morning. Mary!

Morning.

Didn't Mike tell you?

I'm your new cleaner.

Excuse me.

Hello, Mag. Is summat up?

I think you'd better go and see for yourself.

Is it serious?

Could be. For you, Claude.

CLIVEDEN: Greengrass!

Mrs Cliveden, what's happened to your face?

My face? I'm covered like this! Do you hear me? Covered all over!

Thanks to your wonderful mud!

It-it's probably pollution. That's what it'll be.

I bet one of the farmers has dumped summat in the Mire.

- There's no other explanation. - No other explanation, is there?

Well, how about Claude Jeremiah Greengrass is a cheap, common,

pathetic little crook?!

I don't suppose it's the right time to talk about my fee?

GROANS IN DISBELIEF

No.

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