Between the Lights (2023)

[bunniefuu]

Rah!

- You...

-Hello.

-Hello.

-You look nice.

-Oh thanks. I forgot how tall

you are.

I can't believe it's

been nearly two weeks.

Well, if you cancel on me.

I know. I'm sorry.

I was ill.

You would not have fancied me

last week.

My workmate said I shouldn't

have seen you again after you

canceled last minute.

Well, I'm glad you didn't listen

to them. Can I get you a drink?

Gin and tonic, please.

So, you ready for Christmas?

Nope.

You?

I've done all my shopping. I

need to buy a wreath for my

door.

When's your last day of work?

Friday, You?

Yeah, same.

What are you doing for it?

We go to my auntie's every year

in Keswick.

Hmm.

I went to Penrith as a kid.

Well done.

Most people don't get past

Ambleside or Windermere.

There's a stone circle,

isn't there?

Yeah.

Long Meg and her daughters.

That's right.

Penrith's answer to Stonehenge.

How old were you?

I don't know, nine. I remember

it well.

I like ancient structures.

Would've thought your scientist

mind.

You can't knock Neolithic man's

understanding of the stars.

Or Neolithic woman.

Oh, feminist and handsome.

Handsome...

I showed some of the lads at

work your picture.

They all said that I'm punching.

I'll remind you of that when

you ghost me.

I got ghosted once.

By a guy named Casper.

No, you didn't.

No, I didn't.

What?!

I'd like to see Long Meg again.

My parents were archaeologists.

We were always being dragged

around sites like that.

That's amazing.

Did they meet in a trench over

a muddy trowel?

Pretty much.

I used to really want to be

an archeologist.

Did you?

I used to want to be Indiana

Jones, so...

He was my first ever crush.

Really? Well I've got...

no chance competing against

him, so...

Can't you crack a bullwhip?

No.

It's all right, you'll do...

for now.

My first ever crush was Jennifer

Connelly in Labyrinth.

God, I loved that film.

Yeah, me too.

And she was gorgeous.

I wanted to be her.

I loved her. I still do.

I remember having a sexual

awakening to...

that film before I even

knew what sex was.

You had a sexual awakening

watching Labyrinth?

Mm-mm.

Don't look at me like that.

Loads of women my age did.

-Did they?

-Yeah. I kept it secret for

years

but that's the best thing about

reading trash on the internet

that you realize you're not

alone.

You fancied David Bowie as

the Goblin King?

God, yeah.

-Not Hoggle?

-Hoggle was cute, but no, David

Bowie.

Was it his... crotch.

His tight pants.

Yeah, exactly.

A d*ck hidden in plain sight in

what's meant to be a kid's film.

His pants. Magic pants.

Magic pants.

That is brilliant.

But it wasn't just that,

Jareth really lusts after Sarah.

Jareth?

The Goblin King,

Jareth was his name.

And do you remember the ballroom

scene when they danced?

Yeah.

He Rohypnols her peach.

Yeah, he does.

That's bad when you think

about it.

But at the time, God, I wanted

to be her.

The way he looks at her,

the way she looks at him,

there's clearly a connection.

Platonic acquaintances do not

look at each other like that.

And then when Jareth says to

Sarah he's been generous up

until now.

But he can be cruel.

You like that?

God yeah, it kind of

made me like him more.

Then he turns into an

owl!

Bowie was so dreamy in

that film.

Do you want another one?

Let's go back go back to mine,

get wine and a takeaway?

Alright.

It's freezing.

I have a message.

You alright?

Yeah.

I know you can hear me.

I just can't feel my face.

Help me.

Please.

This way.

Race ya.

Oh, no way!

You've got a head start.

Why are you celebrating?

Well, cos I win.

No, I win.

That's how it works.

Oh, my God.

Come on let's have a

look behind.

I don't think you're

allowed there.

Says who? Come on, after you.

Jaoel, I need you.

Please, I need a sign that

you're here.

God, what am I doing?

-This house is haunted, I swear.

-Yeah.

I'm just glad someone else is

witnessing it.

I'm sure it isn't anything

malevolent.

Strange things like that

always happen here.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Do you believe in ghosts?

I believe in energies.

What do you believe in?

Don't know.

Science hasn't proven anything

about an afterlife.

Actually, there have been some

scientific approaches.

Means of quantifying.

Like what?

Like instruments for

measuring changes in electric

magnetic energy.

Or seeing things in

ultraviolet light.

That sort of thing.

Neither of which constitutes

a ghost.

Maybe. But what they measure

can be deemed paranormal.

So do you believe in the soul?

Yeah. Do you?

Well, Little Miss

Scientist...

An eminent mathematical

physicist at Oxford University

believes in his God.

Really? Which one?

Well, I don't know. I'll have

to Google him, but...

basically he said that the

soul exists as quantum

information in the brain.

and that after death it

doesn't die. It goes back to the

universe.

You're cute when you try

and be scientific. Little Mr.

Art degree.

Oh wow, patronising and

emasculating.

Shut up and kiss me.

Pizza's here.

- I'm paying.

- No, no, no. I'm hosting

tonight.

- Absolutely not.

- No.

No.

Hiya. Lemme just get

your pizza.

There you go.

Cheers.

Cheers mate. No, no,

keep the change.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Thanks, bye.

Yes, I'm starving.

Will you stay the night?

Yes please.

Good.

Come on, let's eat that pizza.

Favourite Christmas

film?

Die Hard.

Die Hard?

Mm-hm.

Is that even a Christmas film?

It's the most Christmassy

Christmas film.

Bruce Willis' wife's even

called Holly.

Okay.

Die Hard 2, is that a

Christmas film?

Yeah, although not so much as

Die Hard one.

What about you?

-It's A Wonderful Life.

-Classic.

Although I only saw it for

the first time recently.

I know.

It's a bit dark, though,

isn't it?

Yeah, but the ending's

uplifting.

Best ending ever.

Every time a bell rings,

an angel gets its wings.

Cute.

Favourite Christmas memory?

This one.

Doesn't count.

Okay.

I remember years ago.

It was Christmas Eve.

I was at my auntie's in Keswick.

I was only young.

And I got out of bed in

the middle of the night and

a massive electrical storm.

When you looked out the window

you could see the snow.

On the fell

tops and each time there was a

flash of lightning the snow

would illuminate bright

white and it just felt all cozy

and Christmassy.

Ah. It's beautiful.

I bet Keswick is pretty at

Christmas time?

Yeah, they make an effort.

Must be lovely to have family

there surrounded by lakes and

mountains.

It is.

My parents are on their way

to Australia to spend Christmas

with my brother.

He's just become a dad.

Nice, but why aren't you

going with them?

I can't get the time off work.

What are you going to do on

Christmas Day then?

I'm going to have dinner

around my mate's house with

him and his boyfriend.

I was just about...

to invite you to the Lakes.

No, you weren't.

I was?

Do you wanna come?

I think it's too soon to

meet the in-laws...

but thanks.

Well, the offer's there if

you change your mind.

When are you back?

Not sure yet.

Probably New Year's.

Go on then, what's your

favorite Christmas memory?

There's this 800-year-old

Bavarian Christmas song called

"Gabriel's Message". Do you know

it?

Hmm, no.

My mum had it on LP.

She used to play it every

Christmas Eve.

We'd dance around the living

room to it in the dark...

illuminated only by the fairy

lights on the tree.

Nice.

Come on.

Let's go to bed.

Okay.

-Google him then.

-Who?

The eminent mathematician and

physicist from Oxford.

-The soul guy?

-Yeah

Well that would mean

moving myself.

Okay

"So, scientists find that the

soul doesn't die.

It goes back to the universe.

Since 1996, American physicists

and emeritus in the Department

of Anes-- Anesthesiology and

Psychology,

Dr Stuart Hameroff,

and Oxford University

mathematical physicist,

Roger Penrose."

Oh, Stephen Hawkins, mate?

Yeah have you heard of him?

Yeah, of course. A legend.

Please, carry on.

Well, him and that other bloke

"worked on a quantum theory of

consciousness

from which they conclude that

the soul is sustained in

micro--"

Yeah, near enough.

...of the brain cells.

The human brain is a biological

quantum computer

within which consciousness

runs as a program.

This program continues to exist

even after death--"

Blah, blah, blah.

"According to their theory,

human souls are more than mere

interactions of neurons

in our brain.

They could have been present

since the beginning of time."

You see, so actually, you're

much older than...

How old are you again?

Yeah, 35. Thanks for

reminding me.

Well, you, the real you, has

been around since the beginning

of time.

Oh, no wonder I'm so tired.

You want to sleep?

Yeah, I'm up at seven.

Will you dream of Jareth

the Goblin King?

Oh, I bloody hope so.

I know that neither of us

are free tomorrow.

But I was thinking of cancelling

my prior engagement to see you.

Was it a date?

Maybe.

Was it?

Yeah.

Alright.

Well, cancel mine too.

Alice.

Jesus Christ.

Jay.

I miss you so much.

Evening, everyone.

Merry Christmas.

So, this song is not Wham!

or Slade.

Sorry to disappoint.

But I do know that it's a

favorite Christmas memory of

someone here tonight.

I've not had much practice,

so just don't start jerking

your pants about.

I had fun tonight.

Me too.

So...

where's the after party then?

You have to pack.

I travel light.

A pair of pants and

a toothbrush.

Let's wait till you get back

after Christmas.

Okay.

Well, happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

You must help me.

You're bound to this plane.

This key needs to be found.

It doesn't.

You can leave if you want to.

11 Queen Street, in the planter.

Find the key, post it through

the letterbox.

Detach yourself, all

will be well.

Your understanding is warped,

you foolish man.

The psychopomp is coming,

I need that key!

Oh mum, it's beautiful.

Is someone there?

Alright, knock twice for yes,

once for no.

Do you understand?

Is that you knocking?

Knock three times.

Don't knock.

Can you see me?

Can I see you?

Are you... a ghost?

- Hello?

-Hi, it's Alice from across the road.

Locked yourself out again?

No. Could you... Could you

open the door, please?

Cuss and skitter, I'm in

my undercrackers here.

Um, hang on, let me make

myself decent. Hang on.

I can't find my keys now,

hang on.

How do, Alice?

Hi.

What's up?

When you lived in my house,

did you ever hear any strange

little banging noises?

Erm, no, no.

There was this very odd sequence

of taps just now.

Don't know. Maybe it's mice?

I don't think it's mice.

-Maybe it's Reg.

-Who's Reg?

It's the name me and my ex gave

to the ghost who lives there.

-Reg?

-Yeah, couldn't think of what

else to call him.

Yeah, Reg.

What did you experience?

Um...

The usual stuff, you know.

Doors opening, things

moving round,

knocking sounds.

Okay.

-Thanks.

-Yeah, no probs.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

You look worried.

A little bit, yeah.

Don't be. Reg is sound.

You didn't mention a resident

ghost when I bought the place

after you.

Of course not.

Hey, Merry Chrimbo!

Happy Christmas Eve!

We're going to bed soon.

It's very warm here.

Your mum got cramp in her leg

and made sure everybody knew

about it.

We miss you.

Feels odd to have a Christmas

without you.

Love you.

Knock three times if it's Reg.

Knock three times if it

isn't Reg.

Then who are you?

Okay, one for no, two for yes.

Are you a ghost?

Then what are you?

Are you some sort of

other entity?

Are you...

...malevolent?

What if you're lying, a

malevolent entity would lie?

Jesus Christ, I'm going

doolally!

It's the pipes, I'll call

the plumber.

I don't believe in ghosts,

I'm ignoring you.

Sorry. Please be quiet now.

Merry Christmas.

This is a wind-up.

Excuse me, mate.

Can you tell me what the

third column along says?

It says, "Newcastle 1302.

No platform yet."

Right.

Are you an actor?

What?

You're part of a hidden

camera crew.

What does it say now then?

The same as it said

before.

All right, what stations

is it calling at?

Darlington, Durham

and Newcastle.

Well learned.

To who?

To whom?

No one even knows.

Final boarding call for the 13.

02 to Newcastle calling

at Darlington, Durham and

Newcastle. This train is

made up of five carriages.

Here's Mr Scrooge's health.

Now children, all together,

Mr. Scrooge's health.

Mr. Scrooge's health.

Mr. Scrooge's health,

And now, Tiny Tim will

sing to us.

Yes, Tiny Tim will sing.

What should I sing?

- Hark the Herald Angels.

- Yes, Hark the Herald Angels.

Hark the herald angels

sing...

Surprise.

What are you doing here?

I didn't want you to spend

Christmas on your own, so...

But what about your family?

They'll have a nice time

without me.

Is this all right? That

I'm here?

Yeah. Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sorry, please, come in.

So you seen the film, L.A.

Story ?

Mmmm, I think so, Steve

Martin?

Yeah, I remember it.

Well, there's the road sign

in the film.

It was like that.

The display board was

talking to me. It was.

You were up till the small

hours singing open mic last

night.

I also happen to know

the previous night you didn't

get much rest either.

Yeah, okay. I'm a bit tired,

but I wasn't hallucinating.

I had an odd experience this

morning too.

Really?

It was weird, there was this

knocking. I don't know, it feels

like a dream though.

Tell me.

I wanted it to be the pipes,

but there aren't any pipes in

that wall, so...

I started asking it questions.

Two knocks for yes, one

for no and...

I was getting seemingly

intelligent responses.

And what were you asking it?

If it was a ghost.

It said it wasn't.

I thought it was taking the

piss until I asked if it was

an entity different to a ghost.

-And?

-And it said it was.

Unless it was a ghost, but

it was lying to you.

That's what I thought. So

I asked the guy who I bought the

house off.

He only lives across the road.

He moved for a fresh start...

but that's another story.

Anyway...

He said there's a ghost here

called Reg.

Yeah, it's not called Reg.

-What?

-What?

You said that with some

clarity just now.

What? What is it?

It's nothing.

No? Tell me.

No, no.

No.

No, it's too soon.

You just invited yourself around

to spend Christmas with me.

I think we've passed the point

of 'it's too soon'.

Yes, but you're a scientist.

You're going to think that

I'm nuts.

I just sat here and told you

about Reg the ghost.

Who's not called Reg and

isn't a ghost.

Yeah, okay.

Tell me or I'll never take

you to bed again.

Well, you'll only miss out too.

No, I won't.

I'll get another lover.

Okay.

Tell me.

I'm gifted.

Are we talking about lovemaking

or some other area?

Well, yeah. That, obviously.

-But also in a metaphysical way.

-How?

I'm a medium.

Wow. Yep, she's laughing in my

face.

-Get lost, you're not a medium.

-Yep, I am.

-Like a spiritual medium?

-Mm-hmm.

You talk to dead people?

Sort of. It's not as easy as

just talking to them,

it's extra sensory.

Do you see dead people walking

around like regular people,

harry trollies men.

Yes, sometimes I see them but,

usually it's more clairaudient.

You hear them?

Yeah.

Seriously?

Mm-hm.

Oh, my God.

Trust me, it's a blessing

and a curse.

It's a superpower.

Not when you're walking around

Aldi trying to do a big shop.

There are dead people in Aldi?

Yeah, there's spirits.

There are spirits everywhere.

It's just the laws of space and

time don't apply to them,

not in the same way.

So my ghost's not Reg?

No.

Who is he, then?

Well, it's not a he.

She, then?

There's no gender.

It just is.

What is it?

I think it's a being.

An entity.

A good entity?

Yeah.

What's it called?

I'm not sure yet.

But it's not called Reg.

Is it here now?

It's always here.

God, that's creepy.

No.

No, not with this it isn't.

It's benevolent.

I don't like it. Can we talk

about something else?

Yeah.

-Has it put you off me?

-No, no, no.

-I've overshared haven't I?

-You really believe it,

don't you?

Shall we change the subject?

Okay.

But how are the laws of time

and space different to spirits?

I don't know.

Block universe theory maybe?

Really?

I'd like you to tell me

what it means.

You know exactly what it means.

Yeah, but humour me.

Anything that ever happened

in any time or any place is

happening simultaneously.

So you think whatever you and I

are doing next Christmas Eve for

example is actually happening

now?

Yeah.

We're still together?

And we're spending Christmas

in Keswick.

Get out.

Deja vu.

What?

Nothing.

Come on.

Keswick looks so pretty

all lit up for Christmas.

Yeah, wait until you see

where I'm taking you tomorrow.

Where?

It's a surprise.

It's my favourite place.

It's a beautiful corner of

the world, isn't it?

Mm.

What's up?

Why do I live in the city

suburbs when I could live here?

This is just an outpost.

It was an outpost in Roman

times. It's an outpost now.

It's a pretty outpost.

You're pretty.

Cheesy man.

That was your lucky Buddha.

Well, now I'll be here forever.

Just like this moment.

I love you.

I love you too.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Our first Christmas together.

I'm so glad I didn't get on

that train.

Me too.

- Should we go for a wander?

- Yeah.

Coffee first, though.

I wish I could have got you

a gift.

You did.

This.

I was thinking about what you

told me, about your other gift.

It's freaked you out, hasn't it?

Yeah.

Well, it intrigues me too.

You're in one of the oldest

cities in the UK.

Yeah.

How does it work?

If spirits exist, they must be

everywhere in a place like this.

They are.

Isn't it like noise to you?

I can shut myself off to it.

Can you open yourself up to

it at will?

Yeah, pretty much.

Can you do it now?

What, here?

Yeah.

I'd encounter Romans and Vikings

and medieval people

and you'd be sceptical.

I would. You're right, I would.

But it's so subjective an

experience, right?

What's it like for you?

Can you describe it?

At first, it's horrendous.

There's just noise.

Do it now.

Please.

Okay, but please, don't laugh.

I won't.

I won't.

The key to the box,

it must be retrieved.

See, sometimes I can tune in

to different frequencies.

Like an FM radio?

Yeah, sort of.

This isn't making anyone feel

festive, is it?

Right, fair enough.

Look, if you stick around for

long enough.

You'll see proof.

Maybe I will.

Stick around, I mean.

There he was, stood at my door

on Christmas Eve.

So cute.

Well, I prefer Christmas Eve

to Christmas Day.

You're lucky she didn't think

it was creepy.

Well, it could have been,

they'd only had a few dates.

No, it's not creepy. It's

lovely.

I wish you'd make a statement

like that.

I make sweeping statements

all the time.

Oh, we know, and we all

turn off.

Gestures then, I make gestures

all the time.

You're just too wrapped up in

yourself to notice.

Do you see what I have to put

up with, Jay?

Come on, you two. You know you

love each other.

-Yeah, we do.

-Do we?

Jay, this wine's delicious.

- Yeah, it's nice right?

- Barolo.

And these, they look expensive.

Where are they from?

Yeah, they're posh aren't they?

Let's pull a cr*cker.

Jay's already pulled a cr*cker,

haven't you, Jay?

Yeah, I have.

So's she.

Ready?

Merry Christmas!

Oh!

Are you alright?

Any injuries?

York Gin.

Oh!

You all got booze?

I've got the orange.

Oh, Jay, look at that.

It's gorgeous.

What is it?

-It's a little Buddha.

-Buddha?

No, that's a mistake. It's

meant to be minis.

Maybe it's a lucky Buddha.

Go on, then. Give its belly a

rub for luck.

A Buddha, that's what I

want.

No, why would you get me gin and not a buddha?

Give me mine.

If you have two, you're going

to be absolutely wrecked,

Come on then, someone tell

us a joke.

- Tell him a joke.

- Well, my

relationship. There's your joke.

Do you miss him?

Who?

Your lucky buddha.

He's exactly where he should be.

So are we.

Oh, God.

You're picking something up

in here, aren't you?

Spiritually.

Maybe.

You sense anything?

It's cold.

Feels a bit odd.

I'd deliberately closed myself

down.

Do you want me to see?

Oh no.

I don't think so.

But does it feel odd to you?

There are definitely spirits

in the building but I don't know

if they're actually in this

room.

-See anybody?

-No.

What, nothing at all?

No.

Why? Can you?

See, I knew there was something.

Your sensitivity levels are

increasing.

We'll have your sixth sense

honed in no time.

Sometimes I think it's just

your mind.

That I'm making it up?

Yeah, subconsciously.

Spirit can be measured

quantifiably.

I know, you told me.

My mate Aaron does it for fun.

Goes ghost hunting.

I keep meaning to take you.

-I'm all right, thanks.

-Alright, then.

Alright. Who wants more wine?

Who wants more wine?

Everyone talks about their

exes, everyone!

They've not spoken about

their exes.

Listen, all I'm saying, all

I'm saying is that.

I used to see this guy who

went to spiritualist church

and it was so weird.

Weirdly nice was it?

Jay's a spiritual medium?

Oh my god.

- He sees dead

people.

- No?

Walking around like regular

people.

What are you doing?

What, like in the films

and stuff?

Do you see them or hear them

or what?

I don't usually tell people

this the first time I meet them.

I know, he don't tell me

until

our fifth meeting.

-Shall we do a seance?

-Are there any spirits here?

-Are there any spirits here?

-Connect with the Ghost.

-No we shouldn't do a seance.

-And Kermit the Frog and

- No.

- Why not?

Because.

They invite things in that

shouldn't be invited.

Oh, no.

There's something in my

place.

It's not a ghost, it's an

entity.

An entity?

That entity's alright.

But you can get negative ones.

I don't want a negative one.

- No.

-It's bad enough living with him.

Here, you can talk.

But is anyone here?

Any spirits?

Besides the gin.

Do you want an honest appraisal?

God, yes.

Yeah?

Alright.

He really doesn't have to

do this.

-You brought it up.

-Yeah, you brought it up.

I want to see this thing.

I want to see this.

Okay.

There's an energy.

Male.

It's older.

-Has your grandfather passed?

-Yes.

Everyone's grandfather's passed

by the time you get to our age.

I know, I know.

Just bear with me.

He's showing me a mountain, it's

a tall mountain surrounded by

-a jungle. Does that...

-Yeah.

...mean something?

-Yeah.

This mountain has a

crown-like summit.

Yeah.

Can you get like a name,

something more concrete?

No, but there's a K sound.

The mountain is a K?

There's a sensation, it's a

pain in the head.

Yeah.

That's how he died, right?

- Yes, yes.

- It was sudden?

- Yes.

-Okay, Jay, perhaps that's enough.

No, no, no, it's all

right.

It's all right.

It was a brain haemorrhage.

He's telling me that he's

stood on the mountain.

Yeah.

He's saying that what he once

thought mattered now

doesn't matter and that he's

going back to the mountain.

What significance does the

mountain have?

It's, um... It's Kinabalu.

In Malaysian Borneo.

My grandfather was from

the Dusun tribe.

Kinabalu means--

Revered place of the dead.

-Did you enjoy yourself?

-Yeah. Yeah, they seemed like a

really nice couple.

That was quite, um, something.

Was it?

Yeah.

You did some digging.

You think I researched all

your Facebook friends

in case I met one of them

randomly?

- I'm sorry.

- Just to prove something that

Nothing personal.

I just think about things

differently.

I knew I shouldn't have

mentioned it.

Oh don't pout, Jay.

You are too cute when you pout.

How long do you

mean to be content?

Jay.

Jay, wake up. Wake up.

Jay, please. You're scaring me.

Jay.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

What is it? You haven't been

yourself since you got here.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

What is it?

It's nothing.

Tell me.

Tell me.

-I had a premonition.

-About what?

-About me.

-What about you?

I think I'm going to die soon.

-What makes you think that?

-The premonition.

What did you see?

It's just a bad dream.

Maybe it's just a warning.

Maybe-- Who's to know how many

paths there are for our futures?

Maybe it can be changed. No

fate but what we make, right?

It's just a dream.

Jay?

Maybe.

Come here.

- I won't let anything happen

to you.

Come on.

You should get some sleep,

it's nearly three.

It's Christmas Day now.

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.

-Do you want your first present?

-Yeah.

Oh, it's beautiful.

When I saw it and I knew I

had to buy it.

It's a little sparrow or

something?

It is indeed.

Reminds me of the Bede quote.

He suggests an entire lifetime

from birth to death is like the

flight of the sparrow

through a mead hall, in at

one window and out another.

All in a fleeting moment.

Every time a bell rings

an angel gets its wings.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Make yourself at home.

-Shall we have a drink?

-Absolutely.

What's wrong? You look like

you've seen a ghost.

Which you probably have.

No, I haven't, honestly.

Do you have any whisky?

-Single malt or blend?

-Surprise me.

Let me check.

Jay.

Is that you?

I've got Dunbeath blended or

Ballacladich 21 years old.

I'll have one of each.

Good choice.

-Cheers.

-Mmm.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

What?

Yaoel.

-Sorry, what?

-Yaoel.

-It's name's Yaoel.

-Whose name?

-The entity.

-Oh, I don't want to know.

It's just told me.

-Was it watching us kissing?

-No.

No, it doesn't watch it in that

way.

It's here, but it's not here at

the same time.

How do you mean?

What are you doing?

I'm Googling it.

There's nothing.

- How are you spelling it?

- Y-A-O-E-L.

Maybe it's a soft J.

Okay, here we go.

"Jaoel is an angel.

The keeper of the unspeakable

name of God.

His image is carved on the Ark

of the Covenant.

Jaoel guided Abraham on a

journey to paradise

where Abraham was shown the

course of human history."

Must be a different Jaoel.

Maybe. But it's a

benevolent being.

And these beings can be a more

than one place for once.

"Jaoel is the singer of

eternal praises.

His massive wings will

protect you.

He will encourage you to open

to the endless possibilities of

life.

While lovingly pointing out how

your thinking stops you from

having everything you want."

I could do with that.

Couldn't we all?

" Jaoel will show you images of

your possible futures...

So you can decide which course

of action would best serve you.

If you see events that frighten

or upset you,

you can make different choices

in the moment and change your

future."

You think I'm taking the piss,

don't you?

I need you to prove to me that

you're not just making all this

up.

You're so full of doubt.

I'm full of questioning

that's what science is.

I can't just pull proof out

of the ether, can I?

I either sense something or

I don't.

Don't be mardy with me. I can't

help the way my brain operates.

- It's not that I don't

believe you--

Rainbow Bright.

What does

Rainbow Bright mean to you?

Rainbow Bright.

Yeah. Does it have any

meaning?

Don't you remember

Rainbow Bright?

You stole it.

You look guilty?

I, I've never told anyone this.

Never admitted it to anyone.

I stole a Rainbow Bright

doll from Woolworth's when I was

a kid.

Said I'd been given it

by a friend for Christmas,

but I stole it.

You little Scallywag.

Nobody knew that.

Nobody.

I maintained that lie for--

How did you know?

Jaoel knows every truth.

Now do you believe me?

If we're gonna be together, I

don't know if I can be open to

this side of you.

- I didn't ask for any of this.

- Neither did I.

I'm not making any of it up,

but--

I'm not saying you are, at

least--

not knowingly.

- It's just that I--

- I know, yeah, I know, I

know.

You need concrete proof.

In time you'll see.

Jaoel.

I need you.

Please, I need to sign that

you're here.

God, what am I doing?

So there was a battle here

years ago,

between the Normans and the

Britain's of.

It's so peaceful.

Over the years, there's been

a sort of cleansing.

So now, every May, bluebells

grow in the valley

and the locals say that each

flower represents

the blood of a fallen warrior.

Oh, you sound so poetic.

Rehearsed almost.

You've brought girls here

before, haven't you?

I have no idea of what

you're talking about.

What is it?

Nothing.

Tell me, what is it you think

you're seeing?

Nothing.

Nothing I can't change.

What do you mean?

I want a life with you.

I want a life with you too.

- Hi, Owen.

- Hi, you okay?

Yeah.

Do you mind coming over?

Of course I don't mind.

Put the kettle on.

I'll be with my parents for it,

going down Christmas Eve.

Well, if you change your mind,

you're always welcome at mine.

Sangan's gone to Borneo, so

I'm all on my lonesome.

It's fine.

I wanted to go with him, but I

don't like Christmas and

tropical heat.

It feels wrong.

Besides, it's my favorite time

of year around here at

Christmas.

The minster and the lights

and the people.

You can't have a turkey roast

dinner with all the trimmings in

in 34 degrees now.

It's hard to believe that

Christmas we spent was two

years ago..

I know.

So much can happen in two

years, eh?

Are you all right?

Sorry, I know you're not--

Is this all right?

I'm all right.

I sense him, Owen.

I sense him around me all

the time.

Do you know what a slow

loris is?

A slow loris is... a nocturnal,

very cute primate.

There you go.

That's sweet.

Sangan's

Bornean ancestors believe that

slow lorises are

the gate keepers for the

heavens.

And that everyone has their

own personal slow loris

that's waiting for them in the

afterlife.

That's nice. I like it.

It's a nice image.

I'm not a fixer for the dead.

11 Queen Street, in the planter.

Why don't you just move on?

See how quickly you move on

when it's your turn to die.

What's the address again?

11 Queen Street. Say it?

11 Queen Street.

In the planter.

Yeah, in the planter.

This key is there. Post it

through the letterbox.

There you are, I was just

calling you.

You alright?

Not really. I think I need

some time.

Time?

I don't know if we're

compatible. I'm sorry.

Of course we are.

Are we?

It's all the weird sh*t, isn't

it?

I can shut it down.

But you never do and I don't

believe it anyway.

Alice, wait.

Please Jay, just--

Let me think things over.

Alice.

Alice!

What?

Stop it!

Jay?

Jay.

You're different.

Sorry.

Why are you so convinced your

dream was a bad omen?

It wasn't a dream.

I've seen it more than once.

I understand the power of your

own convictions,

what you-- what you think

you feel.

How much more proof do you need?

How many times have I proven

myself?

Believing these things just

doesn't come as naturally

to me as it does to you.

I'm fine. I'm just preoccupied.

Why?

I'm here. Look where we are.

I love you.

And you can change things.

Ask your imaginary friend Jaoel.

Yeah.

I'm messing with you.

Kind of.

But if you believe in Jaoel's

presence, use it.

I will.

I am.

Have you seen the apparition

again lately?

Not for two days now.

Well then, maybe you've already

put into motion

a course of events that means

it's no longer

a premonition of doom.

Maybe.

What are you doing with my

planter?

The Connect Structured Light

Sensor Camera

has an infrared light projector.

It essentially sees people by

recognising joints and

movements.

The IR will detect an unseen

entity as a stick figure.

A stick figure?

Yes.

Doesn't that look funny?

Not when it's accompanied by

other quantifiable

data like a demonic EVP or

something.

This is similar.

It's a REM pod.

It'll light up and beep if it

detects

a break in the electro magnetic

field.

Alright.

This is a modified spirit box.

It scans radio, electromagnetic

and vibrational waves,

which it converts to audio.

How?

I have three science degrees.

Firstly the sum comes in via

scanning radio.

Then the EMF circuit and reverb

device allows modulation of the

source input by fluctuating

the electromagnetic fields and

vibrations.

These are then

output as amplified sound.

Sounds like a broken radio.

I'm here because Jay was a

friend of mine, not to be

ridiculed.

I'm sorry.

I'm not ridiculing, I just--

I have a rational mind.

As do I.

I can't help being sceptical.

Can't they communicate just

on one frequency?

It seems not.

Why not?

Aren't those sounds just radio

snippets or auditory paradalia?

Sometimes.

Yeah, sometimes they are.

I'm a sceptic too.

All I can suggest is that

you try it.

Be open to it.

Spirits are pure energy.

They exist on a different

vibrational plane to us.

It takes more energy to slow

down their vibrations

enough to be able to communicate

on our level.

They use us, you, as an antenna

and as a further

source of energy.

So, be open to it.

What are you doing?

-Woah!

-What?

What is it?

Someone's there.

Other than me?

Yeah.

Where?

Behind you.

I can see you on this.

Who am I seeing?

Can you see us?

It's still there.

Try calling out to it.

Who's there?

Alice .

It's gone. Did you hear

what it said?

And I know, it doesn't

make sense. I'm a scientist by

profession but I just had to

come and

see if there was even one shred

of evidence to suggest it isn't

some figment of Jay's

imagination.

That's where he hid it.

This means something to you.

It's the key to a box belonging

to my late husband.

Your man is a very gifted

medium.

My rational mind is telling me

this is all some sort of ruse.

Well, let it tell you that.

Trust your gut, your solar

plexus.

-You coming?

-Where?

Well, surely you want to see

what's inside the box.

It's none of my business.

You'll always wonder.

Come on.

I'm making it your business.

I'll let you go do it alone.

I'll wait here.

We have been going for

an hour now.

Perhaps we should call it

a day.

It really has been nice to

see you again.

Maybe we could try the

digital recorder again?

Or we could try the Estes

method?

Ask questions.

I'll be wearing noise-cancelling

headphones and a blindfold.

I'll listen out for answers from

the spirit and say them aloud.

Um, literally use me as

an amplifier.

Ask things I couldn't possibly

know the answer to.

Yah-oh-el.

Yah-oh-el is with you.

Yah-oh-el

Can you? Sorry, Aaron, I--

Perhaps you should leave.

What did you ask the spirit?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, a voice came through.

Who's Yah-oh-el? Sounds like

initials or something.

Jaoel.

Yeah, Yah-oh-el.

No, Jaoel--

It makes sense.

I just don't think I'm ready

for this.

Alright.

This spirit clearly wants to

communicate, though.

It's not like you can pick up

kit and expect

communication willy-nilly.

I understand.

Sometimes spirits are compelled

to communicate

before they can move on.

Move on where?

To all that is.

The Godhead, the light.

I see.

May I investigate alone?

I'd rather you didn't.

You don't ask, you don't get.

Perhaps you'd like to borrow

some of my kit.

I don't think so.

But thank you.

I'm going to leave you my

spirit box until January,

just incase.

There's a spirit here who

wants to communicate.

I'm not saying it's Jay, but...

Anyway.

I'll leave it here.

Let me know if you use it.

Jareth.

Did you get that?

This stuff means something to

you, doesn't it?

It said Jareth.

Who's Jareth?

Sounds disconcerting.

-It's a reference.

-To what?

David Bowie in Labyrinth.

The Goblin King with the

tight trousers?

- Did that just laugh?

- Yeah.

I think so.

Would you like to continue

the session?

Slow loris.

Jesus Christ.

What did it say? Slow what?

Can you turn that off, please?

Yeah.

What did it say?

Slow loris.

Does that mean something to you?

Let me know when you want

to reconvene.

I liked Jay a lot.

He was a nice bloke.

Talented medium.

My husband was a

demonologist.

It seems he took precautions.

Wait.

Are you sure you don't want

to see what's inside?

As you wish.

I should go.

I hope whatever's in that box

is cathartic for you.

Einstein said that.

-Alice.

-Jay.

What are you doing here?

Well, I had to know. I overheard

you speaking to thin air.

11 Queen Street, I had to come

and see for myself.

You've already been? I was

just on my way.

And you found the key?

-What did you do with it?

-I gave it to the widow.

Was she understanding?

What was the key for?

The display board just addressed

me. Did you program it?

-No.

-It said you loved me very much.

I do.

I'd never deceive you, Alice.

There are forces at play.

Cosmic forces that I don't

understand.

I don't know what to

think anymore.

Don't think.

Feel.

But know.

Know that I love you.

Long Meg and her daughters, a

coven of witches

turned into stone.

Incredible place isn't it?

Even more than I remember.

It's even more beautiful

with you in it.

Erm, France called, they want

their cheese back.

Merci.

They're warm. Why are they warm?

Late Neolithic.

They've been here for more than

3,000 years.

In situ all that time.

How many are there?

Count them.

Long Meg, we meet again after

25 years.

If you walk around the circle

and count each stone correctly.

Mm-hmm.

Then put your ear to Long Meg,

you'll hear a whisper.

Marry him.

Was that you

whispering?

No.

Jay.

Jay.

Will you marry me?

What?

Marry me?

Yes.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Good.

I want to be your husband.

Jay, it's beautiful.

I want this moment to last

forever.

It will.

Block universe, remember?

This moment will always exist.

Kiss me again.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Do you remember me?

Yes.

Have you always wondered since?

How is your boyfriend, the

talented medium?

He died five months ago.

No one ever really dies.

Have you still got that box?

May I see inside it?

What was contained within

that box

since last you were is gone.

It contains only air now.

I wish I'd stayed to see.

Now you are ready.

What was inside that box?

Jaoel.

I need you.

Please, I need a sign that

you're here.

God, what am I doing?

Jay.

Please.

Let me know it's you.

Jay.

Did I just see you?

Jay.

Please.

Do you need to say something?

You don't have to see anything.

You can move on, Jay.

Go to the light.

It's alright.

Use me.

Use my energy.

- Alice.

- Oh, God.

I'm here.

That's your voice.

And Jaoel too.

Jay.

Why did you die?

I miss you so much.

I-- had to.

Are you still there?

Please don't leave me.

I'll be-- right here.

You weren't meant to die.

God, I miss you.

I hate it without you here.

Jay?

You can go to the light.

It's alright.

I love you.

Jay.

Jay.

No.