OWL HOOTS
BELL TOLLS
FOX CRIES
FOX CRIES
Oh, no!
Oh, no!
HE SCREAMS
HE WAILS
You were right!
She is risen!
Ah!
Louisa would've loved them.
Where's Bernard?
You'd think he'd want to help,
but I've barely
seen him this week.
He was absent from
church on Sunday, too.
I had hoped that a mass to
honour the memory of Louisa
would give him something
to look forward to.
The first anniversary was
always going to be hard.
I can't imagine losing a child.
CLATTERING
Father Brown! Ooh!
Janice, you all right?
It's Mr Ross.
He's saying he won't
come to the Mass.
I think he needs help.
Then we must provide it.
Can you do without me, Father?
I ought to check on Edgar.
He's come down with the flu and is
feeling rather sorry for himself.
Of course, Mrs Devine.
Give the Chief Inspector
my best regards!
RATTLING
Mr Ross?
What are you doing here?
I was invited in.
I don't think we've met.
Father Brown.
I'm Gilbert Gallamore.
A friend of the family.
I fear that Bernard is in need
of more than a priest, Father.
Just let us in, Mr Gallamore.
Hmm.
Father,
you shouldn't have come.
Miss Higgins is
worried about you.
She says you're having second
thoughts about tomorrow.
I advised him not to attend.
Why?
Because you can't
have a Requiem Mass
for a vampire.
Er... SHE LAUGHS
Well, laugh if you will,
but my research into
ancient Slavic cultures
has all but proven
their existence.
Tell them what you saw, Bernard.
Last night, I...
I went to lay
flowers for Louisa.
But when I reached the grave,
I found the soil had been...
..disturbed.
This is a sign that she had
not long risen from its depths!
Could it not simply be the
work of an innocent animal?
You are a sceptic, Father,
forever searching
for the rational,
even when faced with
evidence to the contrary.
What evidence do you have?
Well, firstly, there's
the girl's illnesses.
Pains, weakness, vomiting!
Lesions on her skin!
And then she started to
blister in the sunshine!
Which her doctors
could not explain?
Nobody could!
And the mood swings...
Louisa was a happy girl,
but in her final weeks,
she was a different person.
The coroner understood
that your daughter's death
was not a rational act
because she was not
in her right mind.
Which is why the church
allowed a Catholic burial.
It was the work of a vampire
passing through the village,
attracted, no doubt, by
Louisa's youth and beauty.
Mr Ross, surely you
don't believe that?
I see you will not be
easily convinced, Father.
Allow me to show you the garden.
Since Louisa's passing,
dead creatures have been
found in the garden.
Yeah, probably just a cat.
I believe that she has been draining
these animals of their blood
and gaining strength.
And now she's ready to
devour a larger meal.
Did someone call for
a vampire hunter?
Ah, Silas!
Welcome!
I would've come sooner
but I've been abroad.
Ah, yes. How were the
Romanian vampires?
They call them
"moroi", do they not?
Particularly vicious. Oh, God.
He is joking, right?
This is Silas O'Hagan.
We met last month at a gathering
for like-minded believers.
If there's a vampire in
Kembleford, he'll sniff it out!
We must put
protections in place.
And I will of course visit
the grave in question.
I'm not going there again!
Perhaps it might help to visit
the churchyard in daylight?
Then you can see
there's nothing to fear.
Goodfellow,
I need you to step up
as Acting Inspector.
Sir! I'd be honoured, Sir!
Oh, don't get too excited.
I'll be right as rain
in a matter of days.
HE COUGHS Of course, Sir.
There's that fraud
case in Wedlock,
but otherwise you
shouldn't have any trouble.
Don't you worry
about a thing, Sir.
I'll have it all under control.
Yes!
Ahem!
HE SIGHS
I really ought to go in.
You'll do no such thing!
Come on. Yes, Isabel.
HE SIGHS Ooh, let me just...
Oh, er, thank you.
HE SNEEZES
Thank you.
I don't understand.
Mm, the soil may have
levelled when Louisa returned.
It raises an
interesting question -
how does a vampire
remain a corporeal being
and yet rise through a coffin?
One of the great
mysteries of vampirology.
Oh, Father! My poor
niece's grave was defaced -
and before the Requiem!
I've done my best to
put things in order.
It was real...
Miss Kipley, we're hoping
to get to the bottom of it.
Moles, perhaps?
I don't think we've
been introduced.
This is Christine
Kipley, my sister-in-law
and also Kembleford's
Sunday school teacher.
Christine, this
is Silas O'Hagan.
Vampire hunter,
pleased to meet you.
Vampire?
Oh, not this nonsense again -
I told you to stop, Gilbert!
Is she going to be
like this all evening?
Oh, don't tell me you've invited
him to Louisa's dinner, Bernard.
Gilbert is my friend, Christine.
He's only trying to help.
He's ungodly!
Tonight was supposed to be a quiet
family dinner with the Father
to prepare for
the Mass tomorrow.
Now it's going to
be some kind of...
..satanic gathering!
Not if I have anything
to do with it, it won't!
I shall stay at home. No!
You're the only
family I have left.
I need you there.
Mr Ross is right.
Times like these, you
need to stick together.
And who knows, we may find
we have something in common.
BAT SQUEAKS
Louisa loved sunflowers.
She adored nature and wildlife,
which made her illness
all the more cruel
when she could no
longer go outside.
I want to believe that...
..she is at peace now.
But I...
To Louisa! Louisa!
Louisa...
I'd advise you all
to do the same.
I doubt Miss Palmer or Mrs
Devine would thank me for that.
So what else repels
the undead, Mr O'Hagan?
Crucifixes, holy water...
We'll be all right
at St Mary's, then.
You mock, Father,
but you ought to pay attention.
It might save your life one day.
Why do you believe in vampires?
Why, I encountered one.
I used to sleepwalk as a child.
One night, I awoke in the garden
and to my horror
I saw something climbing
up the side of the house,
agile as a lizard but
in the shape of a man.
The next morning, my brother
failed to come down to breakfast.
When I went to his bedside,
I saw two wounds just
here upon his neck.
He d*ed a week later.
My mother blamed
the scarlet fever,
but... I knew better.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your vision -
a night terror, perhaps?
HE CHUCKLES
You sound like my mother.
If I'd have been
properly equipped,
my brother might've been spared.
Luckily, I had a stake at the
ready when he returned for me.
Magnificent.
Ash, is it? Be careful.
That is antique!
Sorry.
Anyone else for a refill?
You've had plenty.
No, thank you.
A vampire seeks out
its closest kin first.
I know from personal experience.
I could stay
tonight, keep watch.
If the opportunity arises,
I may be able to rid
you of your problem...
No!
Get off! I told you
there's none left!
Janice?
Are you all right?
It's nothing.
Excuse me.
You need to keep your maids
under control, Bernard.
What have you done, Gilbert?
Nothing, like she said!
Is there really no more wine?
Christine was right.
You've had enough.
And so, in fact, have I.
I think it's time we
left you in peace.
Bernard, promise me you'll
be at the Mass tomorrow?
I... Maybe.
Allow me to walk you
home, Miss Kipley.
I will return in the
morning to ensure Mr Ross
is ready for the Requiem.
And hopefully convince
him that vampires
belong in a film studio,
not in Kembleford.
Thank you, Father.
I cannot be certain yet
if Louisa has been turned.
A vampire's soul is trapped
in flames for an eternity.
Their only release - a
stake through the heart.
Do you wish to risk leaving
her in such torment?
All right.
Stay.
I shall guard the manor tonight.
I'll join you!
At your own peril.
Father?
FLOORBOARD CREAKS
Louisa?
Bad dream?
Go back to your
bed. It's not safe.
I just need a moment.
Good morning, Miss Higgins.
Mr Ross is still
sleeping, Father.
Exhausted from the
other night, no doubt.
But you can wait in
the drawing room.
Well, I wonder if they got one?
SHE SCREAMS
In nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
Father.
I'm given to understand that
congratulations are in order.
Just temporary, Father,
until the Chief
Inspector is recovered.
Looks like a bite...
Yes.
How Gothic!
Straight to the carotid artery,
and yet, no blood.
Could somebody have
cleaned up the scene?
Rather a lot to clean up.
He tried to warn me...
Perhaps we should
step outside, Mr Ross?
And now she's k*lled him!
We do not yet know
the cause of death.
It doesn't take a
genius to work that out.
And where were you
last night, Sir?
I was keeping watch upstairs.
Gilbert took the drawing room.
He must've fallen asleep
- unfortunately for him.
Did you hear anything?
Not a whisper.
That was Louisa's!
Apparently, there's been a
m*rder at the Ross Manor!
What?
As if they haven't
had enough tragedy.
Er, Edgar, you need to rest!
I just need to...
Urgh! Why's it so bright!?
Goodfellow will handle it.
Oh, here you all are!
I was at St Mary's.
Why are the police here?
Miss Kipley, I'm sorry to
tell you that Mr Gallamore
was m*rder*d last night.
What? He'd been...
..bitten. By your niece.
By my...?
Don't you listen
to a word of this.
We can rearrange the Requiem.
What did we bury Louisa in?
Her favourite white
dress, satin slippers
and her silver cross.
Are you absolutely sure?
Yes, of course! Why?
Gilbert was right.
My daughter has returned!
Oh, you can't mean
that, Bernard!
I need your help.
Please.
I'll do anything!
I telephoned the undertaker,
who confirmed that Miss
Ross was indeed buried
wearing her necklace.
A description of it was noted.
But that's impossible, Father!
Quite.
You don't think it really
could've been...? No.
But Mr Ross does.
We need to find out the truth before
things get completely out of hand.
We?
We've made a good team
before, Inspector.
We have, Father. I suppose the
Chief Inspector needn't know.
But, where to start?
Let us start by talking to
someone with some common sense.
I didn't understand why Mr
Gallamore and Mr Ross were friends.
How did they meet?
Er, they were history
professors at Oxford.
Mr Gallamore was
meant to be clever -
but I thought he talked
complete gibberish!
You were arguing
with him last night.
You sounded very angry.
You won't believe me,
but he tried to touch me.
You saw him, he'd been drinking.
I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.
I never liked him.
Always seemed like a loner.
That's why he spent so
much time here, I suppose.
You're the eyes and ears of
this manor, Miss Higgins.
Did you witness anything
strange last night?
Apart from a man eating raw
garlic at the table? No.
Although, I did see Miss
Kipley sneaking around
Miss Ross' bedroom
before dinner.
She was searching the desk.
And then, when she saw me,
she took some paper and left.
How odd.
Can I go?
Mr Ross will be
wanting his lunch.
I remember illustrating
Bible stories with you,
Miss Kipley.
I always loved Sunday school.
The children were painting
Louisa's favourite wildlife
to show after the Requiem.
But what can I do for you?
We thought you may be able to
help with our investigation.
I'm glad there is
an investigation.
I was beginning to think
I was the only sane person
left in Kembleford!
There will be a
plausible explanation.
What were you doing in
Louisa's bedroom, Miss Kipley?
I...
..like to go in there
to remember my niece.
Bernard has kept it as
it was the day she d*ed.
Miss Higgins said she saw you
taking something from the desk?
I found this.
A letter to Louisa?
From you?
The last letter I sent to her.
I...
I regret its contents now.
Is that why you took it?
I didn't think she'd kept it.
I intended to burn it,
to destroy the
harsh words I wrote!
You were very angry with her.
During her final illness,
she withdrew from the church.
S-She wouldn't even pray!
We were all worried about her.
I know she wasn't
in her right mind.
I-I should've kept my temper.
Perhaps I could've stopped her.
You mustn't blame
yourself, Miss Kipley.
Well, I won't let the same thing
happen with my brother-in-law.
If only I could speak to him without
that Dracula fellow in the way.
What on earth does he want?
Mr O'Hagan does seem rather
dedicated to his job.
Well, I wish he'd
leave my family alone.
Bernard has been through enough.
He's vulnerable.
And he's wealthy.
Do you think he's being
taken advantage of?
Sprinkle mustard seed on your
rooftop to ward off vampires!
Ten bob for some twigs?
A rose plant, my dear.
Its thorns trap vampires
in their graves.
Hmm, didn't help Mr
Gallamore, did it?
Ooh!
Excuse me.
Er, not you, too?
It's for my stew!
Thank you.
Right.
Mustard seed!
I see the news has spread.
Ah, are you in the market
for some holly, Father?
Hang it in the doorway,
keep evil spirits at bay.
I have plenty growing in
the presbytery garden,
thank you.
You seem to be doing very well
out of this morning's tragedy.
People are wise to
protect themselves.
Looks like a motive from
where we're standing.
Mr Gallamore is dead,
the village is riled
and you're out here
making a nice tidy profit!
That's very cynical, Inspector.
You seem very keen
to assist Mr Ross.
Is he paying you
for your services?
Everybody has to
make a living...
But shouldn't vampire hunting
be a purely moral duty?
Isn't being a priest
a moral duty, Father?
Or does the church pay you?
I have a dangerous job.
I deserve compensation.
How very convenient that you
managed to bring all your stock
with you to Kembleford.
Nonetheless, you must cease
trading on church grounds.
You never know when
you'll uncover a vampire.
It certainly benefits you
if people believe that.
I do not care whether I
am believed, Inspector.
I care about protecting
people from evil.
There's been strange things
happening in this village
long before I arrived.
How do you explain that?
Get your mustard seed in now!
To keep your strength up!
Ah!
You really are very kind.
Thank you. Right.
HE GASPS
What is that?
Beef, potatoes... and garlic.
Moles, is it, Father?
I don't know, Mr Ross.
But it's not your daughter.
HE SIGHS AND LAUGHS
I wonder what Elsie
would make of all this?
I have no doubt that she
would be worried about you.
You know, it's over two
decades since I lost my wife.
Yet sometimes I still
forget she's gone.
She d*ed when Louisa was a baby.
A seizure, out of the blue.
The doctors couldn't
explain that either.
It must've been
a terrible shock.
You have suffered a great deal.
Er, when Louisa first fell
ill, she was so positive.
She believed that God
would help her get better.
Then, suddenly,
everything changed.
Do you know why?
She pushed me away.
Wouldn't speak to me.
Stayed in her room,
writing. Writing?
In her diary.
She always kept one.
Have you read it?
Of course not!
It was private.
May I?
If we knew more about
Miss Ross' final weeks,
it would help us to
understand her illness,
what caused her symptoms.
We know what caused
her symptoms.
Mr Ross... Protect
yourself, Father.
My daughter is down there,
cursed and transformed.
Until something is done,
we're all in danger.
I've telephoned Lady
Felicia's personal physician
and kindly offered
to do some research
into Miss Ross' symptoms.
If only we could
read her diary...
Do you think that would help
find out what happened to Louisa?
I hope so.
We need some answers quickly
if we are to bring Mr
Ross to his senses.
HE SNIFFS Mm, smells
delicious, Mrs Devine.
SHE SIGHS
Ah! That's for Edgar.
Baked in my oven.
Between organising your
diary and nursing Edgar,
I've not been home!
He couldn't manage
my garlicky stew
so I thought I'd
try something sweet.
Oh, sounds like you need to
douse him in holy water, Father!
Don't be silly, Brenda!
PHONE RINGS
Make yourself useful and
check the cake is done.
We're still awaiting
the postmortem,
but I'm hoping that'll
clear things up.
I still don't understand how
there was no blood spilled.
What if the wounds to Mr Gallamore's
neck were made after he d*ed?
If the heart had stopped
pumping, there'd be no blood.
Of course!
Someone k*lled Mr Gallamore
and then made it look
like a vampire att*ck.
It was Edgar.
He doesn't sound at all well.
Oh, dear.
I might have accidentally
mentioned you were here, Inspector.
Now he wants to see you.
Oh, dear. You could tell
him we have a theory!
Perhaps I might not mention
you just yet, Father.
Understandable.
I'll go with you.
I don't vant cake,
I vant blood! Stop it, Brenda!
A vampire cannot enter
a place of worship,
but I fear Louisa has tried.
Perhaps she wished
to sabotage the Mass?
That could belong to anyone.
As could the footprints.
You could be in danger, Father.
I cannot think of any reason
why Miss Ross would target me.
However, I have been
wondering why Mr Gallamore
was the chosen victim.
Not you, for example.
If Louisa spent time
with Gilbert in life,
perhaps she wished to continue
that relationship in death?
What do you mean?
Well, according to Bernard,
Gallamore and Louisa were close.
I overheard him questioning Gilbert
about it last night after dinner.
He sounded very angry.
Well,
perhaps after
witnessing the behaviour
towards Miss Higgins,
Mr Ross was fearful
that Mr Gallamore
had behaved in the same
way with his daughter?
I knew he was trouble!
I know this sounds ridiculous,
but what if it isn't flu?
Oh, you don't mean...?
No, I don't.
Do I?
Just in case.
Edgar?
Ah!
No reflection!
Isabel? What is it?
What in the name of...?!
Edgar!
Gosh, I'm so sorry!
I don't know what came over me!
It must be all the
talk of vampires!
Has everyone gone
completely mad?
Goodfellow, you need
to find the culprit
and put a stop to this nonsense!
Well, we think we're
getting closer, Sir!
"We?"
Tell that priest to
keep his nose out!
Now, Father Brown is
only trying to help!
I know, Isabel, but
this is police business.
What's the latest with
the fraud case in Wedlock?
It's just I've been a bit
busy with the m*rder, Sir.
Sergeant, being an Inspector
means juggling cases.
Crime doesn't just stop
because you're busy!
Yeah. I'm sorry, Sir.
If you can't do the job
properly, I'll find...
No, sir! I can, I promise!
In fact, I'm heading back to
the station right now, sir.
Cake?
I argued with Gilbert.
After his behaviour towards Janice,
I wondered about his intentions
towards my daughter.
You trusted Mr Gallamore.
He was your friend.
Were you angry?
I was.
Angry enough to k*ll him?
Of course not!
Your daughter's diary may contain
clues about what's been happening.
We have to find out
the truth, Bernard,
or you will never
find any peace.
"Mrs Bradley of Wedlock
accuses Mr Vivian Horton
"of obtaining funds
from her life savings.
"Mrs Bradley believed that Mr
Horton was able to communicate
"with her late father
from beyond the grave."
First vampires, now ghosts.
Whatever next?
Vivian Horton.
Of course!
Bernard, your daughter
will rise again.
You could be her next target.
What if...
..she isn't a vampire?
That priest is getting
into your head.
Look at the evidence!
What about Gilbert?
What about Louisa's
necklace? I can't explain it.
But still, I have to be sure!
I am sure!
I will stay tonight,
awaiting Louisa's arrival.
Then I will rid Kembleford
of its monster...
..and release your daughter.
You really can do it?
Yes.
There will be a fee, of course.
Let's say £400.
Not much for the sake of a soul.
Mr Ross? It's all
right, Janice.
I'm going for a walk.
It's not safe!
It's almost sundown!
I know.
But I have to be sure.
BELL RINGS
Miss Ross and Mr
Gallamore became friends
because he provided her
with what she needed most -
answers.
He told her a vampire
caused her illness.
At first, she
didn't believe him,
but as her symptoms worsened...
Uh!
It is getting worse.
Can I really be the
victim of a vampire?
I fear the change
is nearly upon you.
You have to help me, Gilbert!
There must be
something you can do?
Do not leave this room.
Please!
Do not tell my father!
VOICEOVER: I feel as
if I am going mad.
I am so frightened.
Why didn't she speak
to anyone else?
Mr Gallamore told
her she was cursed.
She felt ashamed.
So, as her health declined
and her paranoia increased,
she moved away from her
family and from the church.
Until, finally, she
could no longer cope.
Poor Louisa.
PHONE RINGS
And the lesions
typically first occur
on the hands and the face?
Thank you, Doctor.
That is very helpful.
Goodbye.
Ah!
Er, Father, you'd better
get to the churchyard now!
No, Mr Ross! Please!
Please don't!
Please! Please, Mr
Ross! No! Mr Ross!
Stop!
You are about to commit
a terrible crime.
Think about what you are doing.
I must know if my daughter
is truly a vampire!
There is no such thing.
Bernard, please!
Arrest that man!
You're a fraud, Mr O'Hagan.
Or should I call you Mr Horton?
And you've been causing havoc
in the area for months now.
What are you saying?
He goes by many guises -
palm reader, ghost hunter.
Last week, he was a
psychic medium in Wedlock
under the name of Vivian Horton.
And it was that scar that made
me realise the connection.
I was fighting
vampires in Romania!
You were hit over the head with
a crystal vase by Mrs Bradley
when she caught you
going through her purse.
That's when she realised you'd
sold her a load of old nonsense!
Where's your proof?
'Ere!
You use spiritualism and
the occult to manipulate
your grieving victims.
When Mr Gallamore told
you about the Ross family,
you saw the perfect
opportunity to terrify them
until they would pay
anything to make it stop.
The postmortem results are back.
You were right, Father.
He was suffocated.
And the wounds on his neck
were inflicted after his death
with a needle.
Or a brooch.
Fine!
But Gilbert was already
dead when I found him!
I don't understand.
It isn't real?
Of course not, you old fool.
If people weren't so gullible,
it wouldn't be so easy!
You're a piece of work!
You don't really believe
in vampires, Mr O'Hagan,
but in many ways you are one -
feeding off fear for
your own personal gain.
But what about Louisa's illness?
I have spoken to a doctor who
believes that your daughter
suffered from a rare condition -
hereditary coproporphyria.
It causes pain,
depression, mood swings,
and in some cases,
sensitivity to sunlight.
They also believe that
it causes seizures
and that your wife may have
been a sufferer also. But...
Oh!
..why couldn't anyone tell me?
Because it has only
recently been identified
in this month's British
Medical Journal.
Mr O'Hagan, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the m*rder
of Gilbert Gallamore.
Wait a minute, m*rder?
I didn't m*rder
anyone! Er, Inspector.
Miss Kipley, may we talk?
In church, perhaps?
You're wearing the same
necklace as your niece.
The cross that Louisa is wearing
belonged to her mother, Elsie,
my dear sister.
Our mother gifted us
both matching necklaces.
You didn't notice that
your necklace was missing?
I normally wear
it under my dress.
I think you discovered your niece's
diary in her bedroom last night.
You read her last words...
..and you felt her fear.
Gilbert Gallamore is the reason
Louisa took her own life.
And Louisa's condition caused
depression and paranoia,
which must have
influenced her behaviour.
Gilbert put those evil
ideas into her head.
He terrified her.
I couldn't bear to think
how she must've felt
in those final days.
Louisa d*ed afraid.
And so will you!
You were as shocked as
anybody to find out that
Mr Gallamore had been
bitten by a vampire.
But of course, that
was Mr O'Hagan's doing.
For a moment,
I thought Louisa
really had returned.
Then I realised she's
never coming back.
Miss Kipley, you have
suffered a terrible loss.
But it does not give you
the right to take a life.
Why don't I feel
remorse, Father?
What would you tell your
Sunday school pupils?
"Be not overcome by evil...
"but overcome evil by good."
Romans, 12:21.
I can still recall my Bible verses
because of you, Miss Kipley.
You've done a lot of
good here in Kembleford.
I let you down, Daniel.
Yes, you have.
But I can try to forgive.
And God will forgive,
if you let Him.
Will you hear my confession?
BELL TOLLS
You're looking much
improved, Chief Inspector!
Thanks to Mrs Devine.
Oh, and you're out in daylight!
Yes. I'm somewhat relieved
this vampire hysteria is over.
Me, too.
Sergeant, congratulations
on cracking the case.
Than you, Sir. I think the Father
deserves some credit as well.
We made an excellent team.
Mm, let's not make
a habit of it.
To tell the truth, Father, I'm
glad to be handing back the reins.
I think I prefer
the quieter life.
I don't blame you.
Welcome.
Do you think he's not coming?
No.
Mr Ross. Miss Higgins.
We have offered up the
sacrifice of the Mass
for Louisa Ross
and performed the absolutions.
She was a truly
joyful young woman -
warm, generous, and a
wonderful friend to many here.
We cannot erase
what has happened.
But we can remember
her in happier times.
♪ Salve, Regina
♪ Mater misericordiae
ALL: ♪ Vita, dulcedo
♪ Et spes nostra, salve
♪ Ad te clamamus
♪ Exsules filii Hevae
♪ Ad te suspiramus
♪ Gementes et flentes
♪ In hac lacrimarum valle. ♪