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No, no.

- Emma.
- Hm?

Do you think you could,
you know, struggle a bit?

It's just a bit of fun.

You pretend to struggle,
I pretend to overpower you.

Okay.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

That's great.

Stop me.

Harder, fight me off!

I'm really sorry, you said
struggle, so I, oh, yeah.

I'm gonna have to go.

Stuart.

Only you could meet someone like that.

I thought he'd be different.

Well, he is different,

he's a sociopath with bondage fantasies.

How different do you want him to be?

You're right.

It's time to draw the
line, no more freaks.

So when are you seeing him again?

Tuesday.

So single stab wound
straight through the heart,

no sign of any major struggle,
no sign of sexual assault.

Ah now, check out the
blade, long and thin,

so it's highly unlikely
that the perpetrator

was contaminated with
any of the victims' blood.

The Vietcong used a similar
bayonet on their AK-47s,

straight in, straight out, no trouble.

It's just something I've been reading.

- Very pretty girl.
- Holly Andrews, local girl.

Mother's headmistress at St. Joan's,

it's the private school up on the hill.

Yeah, I know it, has she been informed?

Yeah, someone's with her now.

Any witnesses?

Well, none living.

Who's the priest?

Oh, that's Father Michael,
this is his church.

He wasn't aware of
anything 'til we turned up.

So who found the body?

Oh, Myra Coppell,
another St. Joan's girl.

I know this might sound
like an irrelevant question,

but why's she dressed as a chimpanzee?

This is gonna be weird, isn't it?

Holly told me the party was fancy dress,

"Planet of the Apes,"
but of course it wasn't.

When I arrived, they all
started laughing at me.

Was Holly laughing at you too, Myra?

No, I didn't see her there, I left.

And whose party was it?

Lydia Blakeman, she's a total bitch,

but just about human, unlike Holly.

You two didn't get on?

I was never cool enough for Holly,

she would've hated to see me happy.

What were you doing in the cemetery?

I don't know, I just wanted to be alone

and next thing I knew, I was here.

It was dark, I tripped.

When I looked up, there she was.

Her eyes were still open, staring.

We'll get someone to take you home.

Well, thanks

for letting us use your
church, Father Michael,

we'll probably need to speak
again in the next day or two.

Oh, I'm certain of it.

Yeah, well, thanks again.

We're looking for Lydia Blakeman.

Who the hell are you?

It's about Holly Andrews.

I can't believe it.

It's just so incredibly shitty.

She was a real friend, you
know, we were like sisters,

closer even.

Where are your parents, Lyddy?

Cuba, second honeymoon.

Was Holly at the party?

Yeah, but she left early.

Why?

Tell them.

- Josh?
- Just tell them.

We argued,
so I made her leave.

About what?

Look, they'd split up, okay, weeks ago.

I wanted us all to be friends,

but she was behaving like a total bitch,

she was all over him.

Well, we'll need a statement from you

and everyone else still here,

plus a list of everyone
who was at the party.

Do you know what Holly
was doing at the cemetery?

I have no idea.

Say hello,

wave goodbye.

We live it, but do we
ever really understand it?

Showtime.

You seem surprised,
Detective Inspector.

I didn't expect to
see you here, Mrs. Andrews,

that's all.

I'm supposed to be at home
falling apart, is that it?

Look, you've suffered a
terrible loss and no one expects ...

Please don't judge me,
I have a school to run.

So when did you last see your daughter?

Yesterday, here at school,

I had a governor's meeting last night,

Holly said she was
going to meet a friend

to work on a project.

So you didn't know she
was going to a party?

She's a teenager, it's
a game parents play,

we ask where they're going, they lie,

we pray they'll be safe,
one day you'll understand.

Her locker is down there.

Mrs. Andrews,

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

I don't know what you
expected, but here it is.

Father Michael.

What did you find?

Actually, we were wondering if ...

Just show me what you found.

You'd better come in.

It's called a hex doll,

quite rudimentary, but
still terrifyingly effective

to those who believe in witchcraft.

We think it might have been
a warning sent by her killer.

No, no, this isn't something you'd send.

Now my guess is that
the girl made it herself.

What, you mean Holly was
casting spells on someone?

Ah-huh,

the question is whom does it represent?

With all due respect,

this is suburbia, Father, not Salem.

Recognise this?

It's a map of Middleford.

We've had witches here
for over 500 years.

Now as people became more
sophisticated in the cities,

witchcraft was pushed
further back into the margins.

So it ended up in suburbs?

Where it has continued to flourish,

albeit secretly ever since,
as people turn away from God,

they will embrace almost anything.

What do you make of this, Father?

Numerology, character and
destiny determined in numbers.

Can you decipher it?

Oh, I can do better than that.

I can give you the means to
decipher it for yourselves.

Thank you.

I appreciate you taking the
time to talk to us, Father,

it's been most illuminating.

Most illuminating?

Oh, come on, Scribs, you
don't seriously believe

in all that kind of rubbish, do you?

Why else would a 17-year-old
girl come here at night?

- Secret rendezvous?
- Would you?

Shortcut.

Come on.

What's the matter?

Get the feeling we're being watched.

She's only here for a few days,

so we want to make the
best possible impression,

so I'm gonna do all the talking, agreed?

Ah...

Agreed?

If you're looking for Helen Whittle,

don't expect to find her
sitting behind a desk.

Ashurst and Scribbins, right?

Forgive give my impatience, ladies,

but I'm still on city time, shall we?

People sometimes like to call me Helen.

- Helen.
- But I tell them

it's boss or ma'am, is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

I thought you suburban people

only killed each other at the weekend.

That's wife's swapping, ma'am.

For murder, we're not so fussy.

Ooh, sense of humour too,
things are looking up.

So dead girl, what have you got so far?

Holly Andrews, grade A
student, liked to party,

seems like any normal 17 year old.

This cut across her left palm.

The path report suggests
it was self-inflicted

almost certainly using
the murder weapon.

Which is?

Hm, it's unusual,
shouldn't be hard to trace.

Yeah, also found this in Holly's locker.

Suddenly I'm 15 again
with an aversion to maths.

We think it's an encoded
diary, I'm deciphering it now.

Yeah, well, it's a start I
suppose, but I think perhaps

we ought to establish
a few ground rules.

-Um, actually
-First off,

don't put anything in front
of me, unless it sings,

I'm only here for a week and
I want a result before I leave.

Secondly, always keep me in the loop.

Sullivan might like to sit here

with his fingers crossed
hoping for the best,

but I prefer to know what's going on.

Lastly, I know you
people still get your milk

delivered every day, but
the rest of us have grown up,

so nothing outlandish, just the facts.

Right then, bearing all that in mind,

what's your gut instinct on this one?

Well, witchcraft.

Oh, very well done, Scribs,

now she thinks we sacrifice
virgins in giant wickermen

and send each other chicken
heads every full moon.

- I really like her.
- Sorry?

She's direct, what's wrong with that?

No.

Yeah, actually, you know something, Ash,

she reminds me a lot of you.

Right, now I'm gonna punch
you in the head, three days.

- What?
- Three days,

that's all I give her,

before you can't wait
to see the back of her.

- Ash, you're wrong.
- No, I am right,

I am so right, it's not even funny.

How much?

50?

Three days?

Three days.

♪ Lost in the high street
where the dogs run ♪

♪ Roaming suburban boys ♪

♪ Mother's got her hairdo to be done ♪

♪ She says they're too old for toys ♪

♪ Stood by the bus
stop with a felt pen ♪

♪ In this suburban hell ♪

♪ And in the distance a police car ♪

♪ To break the suburban spell ♪

♪ Let's take a ride ♪

Josh?

Leave me alone.

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide, run
with the dogs tonight ♪

You think she has a good voice?

♪ In Suburbia ♪

Don't you?

Holly was better.

Now she gets Josh too.

Some people just seem to land
butter side up every time.

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide, run
with the dogs tonight ♪

♪ In Suburbia ♪

I've been resting for weeks,

I thought it'd be better by now.

What's wrong with it?

Good question, Mum
took me to a specialist,

but they still don't know.

So you're pretty good?

Got a personal best of 10.3.

That fast?

I could be in the next
Olympics, not like this though.

Yeah, hangover can't help.

That part of your
normal training routine?

You think Lyddy
had something to do

with Holly's death?

If you know something, Myra,
you'd better tell me right now.

Holly threatened to
put a spell on Lyddy,

if she didn't stop seeing Josh.

What kind of spell?

I don't know, I overheard them talking.

Lyddy tried to laugh it
off, but she was scared,

I could tell from her voice.

Holly would've liked that,
she enjoyed being in control.

And what about you, Myra,

had Holly made fun of you before?

It was her favourite pastime.

Did that make you angry?

Sometimes.

Because you're free
of her now, aren't you?

"When the witch is
killed on hallowed ground,

her spirit roams in limbo
for the rest of eternity."

I broke up with Holly weeks ago,

we just hadn't made it official.

Is that what you were
doing with Lyddy last night,

making it official?

Something like that.

What do you know about witchcraft, Josh?

We found this in Holly's locker.

I'm an athlete, I run,

I don't waste my time on kids' games.

♪ Let's take a ride and
run with the dogs tonight ♪

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

How true.

- Mr. Bannister?
- Please call me Doug.

We've found something in Holly's locker,

that we'd like you to take a look at.

My classroom's just round the corner.

What's it supposed to be?

You've no idea?

It's a hex doll.

Did you know Holly had
an interest in witchcraft?

Well, she was always a lively kid,

her and Lydia together, they
could be adventurous at times,

but nothing to cause concern.

What do you mean adventurous?

Well, you know how it
is, two spirited girls,

one blonde, one brunette.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, it was an accident, broken glass.

Can we see?

Do you mind if I ask why?

Holly had a self-inflicted
cut on her hand,

we think it might've been
part of a bonding ceremony.

Bonding ceremony?

A spiritual union, two
people, one identity.

Witchcraft is banned at St.
Joan's, Detective Inspector,

along with bullying, smoking

and virtually every
other teenage pastime.

If it weren't for rock and
roll, probably all go crazy.

Yeah.

Mrs. Andrews thought you
might like some refreshments.

Fudge brownies, I baked them myself.

She's asked you to move your car,

apparently you're parked
in the Governor's spot.

Thanks.

Do you usually go to teenagers' parties?

I popped in, half an hour or so.

Fire alarm.

Don't run.

Could that girl be any weirder?

Do you actually intend to eat that?

What, think she put a spell on it?

No, I'm just wondering
if she washed her hands

before she made it.

Just spit it out, for God's sake.

Thought you said you didn't believe.

It seems someone in Food Tech

left a tea towel draped
over a burning toaster.

I'm always telling them.

Come on back inside please!

I'm sorry, it's your car.

Oh, I don't believe it!

My bag.

Oh.

Great!

I can't quite make up my
mind what appals me most,

the piece of evidence itself
or that you've lost it.

Well, looking on the bright side,

we know that the doll's
important enough to steal,

which means we were right
about the witchcraft.

I was woken up at five o'clock
this morning by birdsong.

There is no bright side, Scribbins.

Nevertheless, ma'am,

it does point to the
murderer being someone

from within Holly's
immediate circle of friends.

And everyone who fits that
description was at the party.

Including Doug Bannister,
her music teacher.

I hated my music teacher.

Everyone else got cymbals or drums,

I always had to make
do with the triangle.

So what else about the party?

It was very crowded,
people were coming and going

- the whole time.
- Anyone could've slipped away

to meet Holly at the cemetery.

Killed her and got back to the party

without their absence being noticed.

Oh, just put that there, will you?

Sorry, what's going on?

I'm joining you.

Joining?

I think it's about time
someone took charge around here.

Six months ago, I
handled a serial killer

called The Ploughman, we caught
him because we worked together

as a team, 24/7, living, breathing,

smoking every minute of it.

I just remembered I've got a thing.

I believe the agreed amount was 50.

Don't know what you're talking about,

just needed a change of scene.

You're lying, she's got
her desk in our office.

And? Oh, this is complicated.

What do you mean, and? She's
got her desk in our office.

Bloody hell, for a model
student, Holly Andrews got up to

a lot of stuff your
mother wouldn't like,

Well, my mother wouldn't
like anything, so.

Which is pretty much what she got up to,

absolutely anything,
most of it with Josh Egan,

despite the dodgy knee.

So she's a slut as well as a witch?

I'm beginning to like her,
so go on, tell me more.

Well, it seemed that
Josh wasn't the only one,

before him, another name
crops up a number of times,

otherwise known as,

"Call me, Doug."

Why are you saying there was
absolutely nothing going on

between you and Holly Andrews?

When you say going on, we're
children of the revolution,

Detective Inspector,
it's always going on.

A simple yes or no will
suffice, Mr. Bannister.

In a purely physical sense,

no, no, of course
there wasn't.

So why did Holly feel
the need to write about it

in such vivid detail?

♪ Young teacher, the subject
of schoolgirl fantasy ♪

Right, here's the problem, Doug,

DS Scribbins here, now
she's read Holly's diary ...

- Three times.
- Three times,

and she has the very real feeling,

that there is an extremely
strong ring of truth about it.

Of course, that is only my opinion.

I'd have to cross reference
all the dates, interview people,

perhaps talk to Holly's mother.

♪ Karma police, arrest this man ♪

I'm a music teacher,
I instruct young people

in the art of rhythm and
rhyme, I don't sleep with them.

But hey, you do what you have to do,

in the meantime, I'll assume
I'm free to leave, yeah?

No.

Someone said you brought Doug here.

- He's talking to us, yes.
- Is he under arrest?

I'm afraid I can't discuss
that with you, Myra, I'm sorry.

He didn't do it.

I've been thinking a lot
about everyone at the party

laughing at me, except
it wasn't everyone,

Holly was missing, but
so was someone else.

How's the knee?

Screwed.

I knew they were planning
to take the piss out of Myra,

I hate that kind of cruel shit,

so I went outside and had a beer,

when I went back inside, she'd left.

You told us you split
up with Holly ages ago,

so how come you had sex
with her last Thursday?

It was in her diary.

Wow, I guess I must be a
horrible, cheating bastard then.

Maybe you couldn't leave Holly alone.

Maybe you don't know
what you're talking about.

I don't think you went for a beer,

I think you followed
her to the cemetery.

Were you trying to
kiss and make up, Josh?

You're so wrong, I didn't want her back.

You've got her diary, you
know what she was like.

What do you mean?

I wasn't the only one at the party,

who'd done the jolly with Holly.

What did it say about
Mr. "School of Rock?"

Are you talking about Doug Bannister?

And that made you angry?

I never get angry,
it's a waste of energy.

That's it, is it, unless
you wanna follow me

into the shower?

Scribs, we don't have
any more questions.

What do you hate most about
17-year-old girls, Scribs?

What, apart from the fact
that they're 17-year-old girls?

No, don't they remind
you of how bad it all was?

The clothes, the hair, the
succession of useless boyfriends.

Yeah, thank goodness it's
not like that anymore.

Hm.

Alright, Lyddy, that's enough!

Okay.

Is he really worth it, Lyddy?

You have absolutely no idea
what you're dealing with.

So why don't you tell us?

Holly tapped into something,
don't ask me what it was.

So you're saying she
had some kind of power?

I'm saying when she got
angry, bad things happened.

What kind of bad things?

Like boyfriend stuff,

acne, poor exam results.

So we're talking about some
fairly major black magic then?

You can take the piss all you like,

but I know the difference
between something real

and a bad hair day.

She's still feeding off of us.

15 grand a year education,

she still believes
that Holly was a witch.

I think her parents
should ask for a refund.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Uh!

Uh, uh!

Stuart.

Technically of
course, it's assault

and by rights, I should arrest you.

Ash, please, I
feel bad enough already.

Well, how did he get it?

Apparently I gave him a key.

He cooked dinner, it was
meant to be a surprise.

Ashurst.

Ah, no, no, ma'am, nothing at all.

Yep, okay, yep, we'll be right there.

Apparently she never goes home.

Better get your cricket bat, Scribs,

I think we might need it.

You rang, ma'am?

You're not the butler, Ashurst.

Sorry, ma'am.

I've been going through your case notes,

such as they are and it
doesn't take a rocket scientist

to work out that the teacher
is a cheating, lying scumbag.

Yeah, we've already
questioned Doug Bannister.

I don't want you to question him,

I want you to bring him in again

and put some heat under his sorry butt.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date

and I don't like to keep
a man waiting too long.

Goodnight, ladies.

Don't say it.

Don't say what?

Don't say how come she's
got a date and we haven't.

Well, I was actually gonna
say, although you're right.

I was thinking about the date thing,

but I don't mind taking
a check for that 50.

I haven't cracked yet.

So if we assume that Doug
confesses to shagging Holly

and God knows how
many other schoolgirls,

it doesn't mean that he killed her.

Holly's phone.

Anything to report?

It's cold, it's quiet.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
logical explanation,

we just haven't figured it out yet.

Yeah, well tell me when you
do, sooner rather than later.

I think we've got company.

Ash, can you hear me?

Ash, what's going on?

Scribs.

Scribs.

Please answer, please.

Okay, beginning to feel
a little bit spooked.

Scribs!

Scribs!

I'm down here!

Scribs?

I'm over here.

I heard a door bang, so I came down.

What the hell's that?

God knows.

Ash.

Yeah.

They must've heard us coming.

Is there another way out?

What?

Something just touched me.

It's us.

I take it this one's supposed to be you?

Not a very good likeness, is it?

Did that hurt?

No, ma'am.

Father Michael says the
intention is to blind and deafen

the investigation in its own confusion.

I'd say you two imagine
that perfectly already.

I need to see the forensic
report as soon as it comes in

and I suggest you concentrate on facts,

instead of becoming the subject

of some teenagers'
macabre pranks, understood?

Hello.

No, I'm in a bloody basement.

Do you know what this means?

"O boro duvel atch pa leste,"
it's a Romany greeting,

it means

the Dark Lord is with you.

Charming, nice place to meet him.

Here there's light, heat, moisture,

the occult trinity.

A spell cast here would
be particularly effective,

if you believe, of course.

Of course.

You know, some people
say you should take care,

when you dispose of those.

Okay, ladies, while you've
been busy with the vicar,

- Myra Coppell's gone missing.
- What?

Her parents say she left
home as usual this morning,

but no one's seen her
since, I hope for your sakes,

this hasn't just become a
double murder investigation.

So do as I tell you this
time and pull in the teacher.

I have a reputation to consider.

What, you-you mean you
think she's in danger?

She's missing, when
did you last see her?

This-this isn't
what-what you think it is.

What do we think it is, Doug?

You think it's like
that business with Holly?

I thought there wasn't
any business with Holly?

Now I'm all confused.

For a teacher, he's not
very articulate, is he?

I think what he's trying to
say is that he slept with Holly

and somehow he can't find the words,

isn't that right, Mr. Bannister?

So was Myra just another
chalk mark on your blackboard?

No.

She's disappeared,
when did you last see her?

She came here last night,

said she wanted to talk to me
about the end of term concert,

discuss some ideas she had.

You know me, always inclusive.

You should sing them.

What happened?

I-I couldn't believe it.

Myra, what are you doing?

Myra, this isn't a good idea.

Why, why not?

Suddenly she started
saying all these crazy things.

It's Holly's fault, isn't it?

What kind of things?

She said she hated Holly.

Holly put some kind of spell on her.

It's all her fault,
I had to steal this ...

She had that doll, she
said she started that fire,

stole it from your car,
said she did it all for me,

- said she loved me.
- I love you.

She said when the spell was broken,

I'd see how much I loved
her, we'd be together forever.

Myra, Myra.

I-I told her it was nonsense,

I said there's no such
thing as witchcraft.

And you just let her go?

What-what was I supposed
to do? She was hysterical.

What if Ruth Andrews had come
in and found us like that?

Well, at least it wouldn't
have been her daughter.

Did you meet Holly at
the cemetery that night?

No, course not.

Why should we believe you?

Why should we believe
anything that you tell us?

You've lied, you've had
inappropriate relationships

with at least two of your pupils.

Where's Myra, Doug?

I've told you, I don't know.

Can I help?

Sorry, Ruth.

I don't understand.

Mr. Bannister's about to write
his letter of resignation.

I'm sure he'll explain.

Poor Myra, I hope she
doesn't do anything stupid,

I mean more stupid.

No, I don't think she will.

Why?

Because Myra still thinks
she can be with Doug,

that's what she told him

and she believes she just
needs to break the spell.

But how can she do that?

Well, the spell's on the doll.

Yes, I know, I just don't understand

why she hasn't got rid of it before now.

Because she needs to destroy
it, but in the right way,

something Father Michael said.

"Whoever has the fetish or hex doll

must return to the spot
where the witch died,

perform an appropriate
ritual and burn the effigy."

See, it's quite clear that the person

who's afflicted by the
spell must be the person

who casts it into the flames.

Myra.

But why hasn't she done it before now?

There's a time for all things,

you know, dates are
very important in this.

There's a list of
festivals in Holly's diary.

Which are?

The Summer Solstice,
the Feast of Lupercalia,

Autumn Equinox.

The Feast of Lupercalia,

it's a time for tying up
loose ends, if you like.

"The Feast of Lupercalia,
the ancient Roman festival

held to honour the
goat-footed God of Nature.

When is it?

Tonight.

I can't believe we're doing this.

I know.

Have you brought the dolls?

In my pocket.

Oh, let go!

Lyddy!

I have to throw it on the fire,

please, it's almost midnight.

Give me the doll, Myra.

Just give me the doll.

Let's just burn it, shall
we, get it over with?

No, please, I have to.

Tell me what happened, Myra
or I'll chuck it in the fire.

Don't,

please, just don't.

- Stop, don't drop the doll!
- What?

It's not Myra,

the doll's me.

Holly was all over me at the party

and then Lyddy threw her out.

She told me to meet her at the
cemetery, I didn't wanna go,

but she said, she said I'd
never run again, if I didn't.

I-I thought perhaps I
could make her see sense.

What are you doing, Josh?

I didn't tell Lyddy.

I knew I could slip away for
a while without being missed,

but she didn't wanna talk.

She said we belong together,
she said it was our destiny.

She cut her hand.

What are you doing?

She wanted me to do the
same, she gave me the knife.

We'll be together for
eternity, just do it.

She said she'd cure my knees,

so long as we became one
person for the rest of eternity.

She was evil.

She had these powers.

I told her I didn't wanna do it.

I just wanted to be
free of her.

No, no.

Even then my knee didn't get better

and I realised it wasn't over.

Lyddy knew all about the hex.

She told me I had to destroy it myself,

but she said she'd help.

I didn't know.

You have to let me do it, please.

God and Goddess, hear my plea,

close this circle,

set me free.

No wonder you can afford to
buy a house in Middleford.

Ma'am.

Anyway, well done,

good instincts.

You can give the report to
Sullivan when he gets back.

Give me serial killers
and gangland slayings

any day of the week.

Thank the Lord.

Hey, haven't we forgotten something?

Oh.

Izzy Whizzy, let's get busy.

Very funny.

I felt some sort of
apology was in order.

It's me who should be saying sorry?

Let's just forget the
whole thing and start again.

Great sauce, what's in it?

Um, aubergines, cream, mushrooms.

You're kidding me? Remember what I said?

He has a fatal allergy to mushrooms.

Apparently he did tell me.

That man should
come with a health warning.

Still, they reckon that once
he's had his stomach pumped,

he'll be fine.

Well, I take it this
relationship's now at an end?

We agreed it was for the best.

Very wise, one more date
and you'd have killed him.

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