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Catherine Urwin,
we are calling upon you.

Your daughter Irene

and your son Matthew are here.

Catherine Urwin,
we are calling upon you.

Catherine?

Are you there?

Catherine?

(CROCKERY CLATTERS)
(TICKING)

Whatever you do,
do not break the circle.

Look at me.

Look at me.
(GASPS)

(CRIES)

(SIGHS)

I'm afraid that whatever presence
is in your home may well
mean you and your family harm.

You can help us? They say
you are an expert in such things.

Please. If it's money
that's an issue, we have savings.

I'll clear the room
of his influence.
Until then, no-one must enter.

Am I understood?
Yes.Thank you.

The spirit has departed.
Thank you.

Thank you so much.

(MAN SHOUTS OFFSCREEN)
The latest on Spanish flu...

Evening News.

Latest edition Spanish flu.

Mr Price.

You helped me contact my brother
last month.

Ah, yes, yes. Good to see you again.

You said he told you
that he was at peace

and that he'd want me
to be at peace too.

Mmm, and he would.

Thank you.

See, I didn't understand
what that meant at the time...

..but I understand now
what it means to be at peace.

(GUNSHOT)

All right, Miss.

Does she know where she is?

Oh, my God!

(BAND PLAYS JERUSALEM)

(MAN) Have a care, eh?

Someone do something.

Quick!

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Ah!
Sir Charles.

Would you mind telling me why you're
here? There are whispers Chamberlain
plans to sink the coalition.

An election
may be even as soon as next year.

We need a fresh face
to lead the campaign, a new leader -
Edward Goodwin.

Member of parliament,
Finchley by-election?

He's intelligent, personable,

the common touch
without actually being common.

The kind of man who can capture
the hearts and minds of the public.

Three days ago his wife, Grace,

was found naked
and incoherent in the street.

Why, what had happened to her?
She'd been troubled by something

in your area of expertise,
shall we say.And you've come here
to ask me to look into it.

You were building up quite
a reputation for this kind of thing.
Was. Past tense. Yes.

Yes. The unpleasantness.
I had heard about that.
Right outside your front door.

That trade has stopped, Sir Charles.

I'm afraid...
you've had a wasted journey.

There are those in the party
who feel that Edward's reputation
needs to be protected...

..and that the incarceration
of hiswife

is the only viable solution.

You'd have her committed
to an asylum? No.

I want her to be helped, Mr Price.

What she needs is someone
with a particular set of skills.

What she needs, Mr Price,...

..is you.

Sir Charles.

A lot of you are concerned
about the future, about your jobs.

And believe me,
we are all feeling the pinch.

But I want to reassure you,

the Unemployment Insurance Act will
be there to help the working man!

(APPLAUSE)

Never forget
we are all in this together.

Thank you.

Mr Price, isn't it?
Vernon Wall, Daily Gazette.

Didn't take you for political.
Unless the market's haunted
and you're just waiting your turn.

Got 'em eating out of his hands.
They're all the same -

promise you the world, then step
all over you first chance they get.

Mr Wall.
Mr Price.

Good day. Good day.

Mr Price, I presume.Mr Goodwin.
After you.Thank you.

Had any problems been reported
before you moved in?

I don't know,
the house stood empty for many years

and, before that,
it had been a workhouse.

If I may enquire, Mr Price,
what exactly is your methodology?

I admit to being something of
a sceptic about this kind of thing.

My expertise lies in the field
of what they call psychical research,

the scientific approach
to the study of the preternatural -
spiritualism, hauntings, apparitions.

So, in essence, you hunt ghosts?

You have your doubts
and that's quite understandable.

It was a week or so
after we had moved in.

I'd wake up,
struggling for breath.

Like the air
had being taken from me.

'And then the noises started -

scrapes, scratching.

'Grace!'

Sudden crashes and bangs.

Sometimes I could hear someone
calling my name even though
I knew the house to be empty.

It feels as though
there is someone else here.

Watching me.

I see things in the shadows.

You must think me very foolish.
Not at all.

There are times when I look
at such shadows twice myself
just to make sure.

Thank you.

So on the day of the incident
when you were found in the street.

What happened before then?

I, erm...

I had been bathing.

And there were the noises

and I was outside...

It was like there was something
forcing me away from the house.

Then there were these people.
I had fallen.

I don't know how I got there.

(BIRDSONG)

It's a Border Fancy Canary,
a songbird.

I bought it for Grace.

They're quite the fashion nowadays.

Mrs Goodwin?

Is there something the matter?
No, it's just...

Well, they don't like to sing alone.

They only sing if there's someone
else in the room with them.

Is there anybody else in the house?

Who's there?

(BIRDSONG CONTINUES)

(BIRD SINGS SWEETLY)

(CROW CAWS)

So you have spoken to my wife.

You have heard our bird sing.

What happens now?Well, I'll look
into the history of the house,

its structure, the land.

Then tomorrow evening
I'll set up my equipment.

Equipment?

Audio and visual recording
and devices to measure atmospheric
or magnetic disturbances.

Do you believe you can find out
what is ailing my wife?I believe
I can rule out certain possibilities.

There was a hotel room in Manchester
whose proprietor believed
to be haunted.

Guests were complaining of
strange noises, terrifying visions,
physical revulsions.

A faulty gas pipe
was leaking toxic fumes.

There is a logical explanation
at the heart of these things.

Though it seems to me
your reputation was gained
by usually claiming the opposite.

Tomorrow then.
I'm afraid I must retire now
to prepare for a small gathering.

Even with the country in disarray,
party politics requires
an endless parade of glad-handing.

Our housemaid Sarah
will show you out.

How long have you worked here?
One month now.

They needed a housemaid
and I needed a job.
And they moved in two months ago.

So, who was taking care of them
before that? Nobody.

I imagine
that's why they needed a housemaid.

And have you experienced
anything strange in your time here?

How about Mrs Goodwin's behaviour?

She's been very good to me.
They both have.

Sir.

(MURMURS) # Girls and boys
Come out to play

# The moon doth shine
as bright as day #

My mother always used to sing me
that one before bed.

Does she still stay in Hastings?

Sometimes I wish
we'd never moved here.

Though I suppose we had to.

It will be better.

It will be.

You should see where I live.

I imagine it's not that different
from where I used to stay.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
it's an unwelcome compromise -

a halfway house to home rule
which will satisfy neither
the Unionists nor the Nationalists.

Darling.
Are you quite sure you should be up?

I feel much better now. Really.

(PEOPLE CHATTER)

(CREAKING)

Mam?

Kettle's on, Sarah.

(KETTLE WHISTLES)

Where's the money?

Everyone says they're wonderful.

Please tell me
you've not spent it all.

The tickets were selling out, Sarah.

They were selling out.
Bought one for you as well.

There are bills to pay.

Monsieur and Madame Lutrec.
They're from France.

(PEOPLE CHATTER / GLASSES CHINK)

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)

She seems brighter.
Hmm.

Perhaps the presence of Mr Price
did the trick.
A lot of eyes on you now, Edward.

A lot of expectations.

A lot of time and money has been
spent pushing you up the ladder.

Make us proud.

(TICKING)

(ECHOING) 'Harry!'

(TICKING SPEEDS UP)

(SCREAMS)

'Help Me.'

'(GONG CRASHES)'
'Run! Run!'

As fast as you can!

You only have until the gong sounds
again to hide and then I'm coming.

Ready or not!
(PEOPLE CHATTER EXCITEDLY)

(WOMEN GIGGLE)

(GONG CHIMES IN THE DISTANCE)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(SCREAMING)

Excuse me, Charles.

See the hinges are a little loose,

which may explain how it opened
so easily on its own.

Have you been drinking, Mr Price?
It's after five.

Have you consulted a physician?

No.

I have the greatest respect
for the medical profession

but, er,...
I know how this story ends -

a spell of rest
in a sanatorium for Grace.

Those places aren't for healing.
They're for containment.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I won't let that happen to my wife.

Whatever troubles her, I believe
it comes from outside not within.

(BELL CHIMES)

That's impossible.

The cords have been cut
long before we moved in here.

Perhaps it would be better
if I stayed the night
in case of any further disturbance.

You're very dedicated, Mr Price.

Just so we understand each other,
you do know why you're here?

To find out what is causing my wife
these terrors and ensure
she can remain by my side.

Whatever other interests
you have in the case...
I don't have other interests.

I am a politician, Mr Price.
I am familiar with the concept
of self-promotion.

Are you also familiar with
the concept of helping people? Yes.

We wear masks, Mr Price.

In our daily lives, our jobs,

presenting an image of ourselves
while the truth is hidden
somewhere below.

But Grace is pure.

Please remember that.

(SCREAMS)

(CRYING)

Cora?

Corabelle?

Corabelle?

(WAILS EERILIY)

Mr Price.

What's happened?

I must insist you do not remove the
writing until I've photographed it.
Absolutely not.

What if Grace were to see them?
How do you think it'd affect her?

Do you recognise the handwriting?

Sarah, would you leave us
for a moment, please?

Are you suggesting my wife
is responsible for this?

No, I am saying
that it's not unusual...

..for people to act up

whether through depression,
or seeking attention.

I might as easily ask
if you recognise this handwriting.

Nevertheless,
I would like to speak to her.

She has been disturbed enough.

Please remember that my wife
is the victim in this
and act accordingly.

(BIRD SINGS)

Mrs Goodwin.

Do you think it sings
because it's happy?

Or because it's scared?

I don't... I don't know
anything about birds, I'm afraid.

Its little heart beats so fast.

I believe it's afraid.

Are you sure
you should be up and about?

The master said
you were to have your rest.

He's scared I'll see the words
on the floor.

I heard them talking.

Voices carry in this house.

Ma'am, I know it's the wrong time to
ask and it's Mr Goodwin's decision

but it would mean a lot
if you could have a word with him.

It's my mother.

She had an accident yesterday
and I was hoping
for an advance on my wages.

Oh, that's awful. Is she alright?
What happened?

I'm sorry, there was no accident.
We're just struggling for money
and...

You thought you'd play
on my sympathies.

Yes.

Well, I can ask Edward.

But he'll say no.

I can't take this.

You already have.

(CREAKING)

(BUZZING)

(GASPS)

You're light on your feet.
Mr Goodwin said I was to check
if you need anything.

You seem at pains to point out
you've been instructed to help
and it wasn't your choice. I'm fine.

The fruit is attracting vermin.
It needs to be cleaned out
and traps set.

(GASPS)

I thought I saw someone outside.

There's no foot prints
but there is some compaction
in the soil here see. You see?

What did he look like?
It was very quick.
Then concentrate, for God's sake.

I'm sorry.

I think maybe...
maybe I was mistaken, sir.

All things considered,
I think it would be best
if I stayed home with Grace today.

Well, then, may I borrow your driver?
I have some research to do in town.

I have no regular driver. The party
provides me with one when needed.
Sarah can assist you.

A moment please
while I fetch my bag.

It's possible someone is
deliberately targeting your family.

Can you think of anyone
who wishes you any ill will?

I am a politician, Mr Price.
You should speak to the police.
Who would leak it to the press. No.

What if something else is going on
here, something you can't explain?

I don't believe in ghosts,
Mr Goodwin. Neither do I.

Have you considered the possibility
we might be wrong

and something evil is in the house?

(BABY CRYING)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(CRYING GROWS LOUDER)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)
Shh.

I don't know what's happening to me.

I'm... I'm seeing things
and hearing things.

Maybe they're right.
Maybe I do need a doctor.
Maybe I should be locked away.No.

No, this will pass.

I promise.

I don't know if you're aware
but the Goodwins' house
was previously a workhouse.

So I'm looking at the original plans

to see if it was constructed
over any sewers or pipes perhaps.

How does one become an expert
in matters like this?

Erm, study and practical experience.

There is a solid scientific grounding
in psychical research as well.

Sorry, I think maybe
you misunderstood me.

I meant, how does one come
to a place in life when you try and
convince others you're an expert?

What is the nature of your problem
with me? I know your type.

You think I'm a fraud.
I think you see profit to be made
from others' misfortune.

My apologises. Forgive me
for speaking out of turn.

I'm genuinely interested
in what you have to say.

I'd lose my job if I told you what I
genuinely thought.Is this personal?

Go with my mother
to the Woolwich Hippodrome tonight.

See that desperate crowd throwing
away money they can ill afford
and then ask me if it's personal.

If you want to help Mrs Goodwin,
leave her be.

Edward fears what will happen if he
seeks help. His party are only
interested in protecting his image.

So, whether you like it or not,
Miss Grey, I may be the only chance
of honest help that she has.

Then I hope you're as good
as you think you are.

Records for St Jude's run up to 1890
but the workhouse closed in 1902.

That's 12 years of files
that just happen to be missing.

It does say that most of the staff
transferred
to the Brockwell Institute.

Maybe you could check with them.

What did or didn't happen
in the house 20 years ago

has absolutely no bearing
on Mrs Goodwin's situation today.

I am looking at the structure of the
house. Thank you for the suggestion.

Thank you.
I'll need you to wait in the car.

Although your driving skills
have been appreciated.

Thank you. It's amazing
what us women can do
when we put our tiny minds to work.

It was an important vote.
You should have been there, Edward.

It's just one day.

Sometimes just one day
is all the opposition needs
to bring you down.

One day. One vote. One errant wife.

You sent Mr Price to help.
I sent Mr Price as insurance

in case we needed what
our American cousins call a patsy -

someone to take the blame
for all this unpleasantness.

Sir Charles.

I thought I heard your voice.

Edward gave our housemaid
the rest of the day off.

Trying to win votes, even at home.

How are you feeling, my dear?

Well, I'm not used
to a house like this,

to high society.

I have a lot to learn.
I understand that.

There shall be no more foolishness.

(CHANTING)

(EXOTIC CHANTING CONTINUES)

(CHANTS)

(CRUNCHING)

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

They have been trying for a baby
for years now.

Apparently I'm their last resort.
Yeah, quite the last resort you are.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Albert Ogoro at your service.

One where you rip the head
off a defenceless animal?

(LAUGHS) Now, did I do that

or was that just what your eyes
led you to believe?

The chicken happily tucks her
head under her wing.

I palm the decoy, reveal it
to the audience as it were...
The fake blood, mumbo jumbo...

You're deceiving them, taking their
money while lying to their faces.

That's much better(!)
I prefer to see it as giving hope.

If I have to play the not-so-noble
savage to do so, so be it!
The lady does have a point, Albert.

Harry, it was you
who taught me that trick.

I'm here to see if you can test
these fragments for me

for copper arsenite pigments.

Those ones there and then...

And the granules?Unknown. I'm
hoping you can change that for me.

It might take a day or two.
I can't promise you anything.

Perhaps you could tear the head off
a chicken. See if that helps.
(LAUGHS)

Harry, I like her. I like you.

You can come back any time.I'll be
waiting in the car, Mr Price.

(CLEARS THROAT)
No, no.

She's, erm... She's a housemaid
up at old St Jude's workhouse.

There's a wife of a Liberal MP
who's seeing and hearing things.

Just as well they've called in
the reputable Mr Price, then?

Thing is, Albert, if I'm unable
to see what's behind it,

then they're planning
to send her to an asylum.

I see.

Then we'll have to make sure
that doesn't happen. Right?

I can't tell you how much that
meant, seeing you up and about,

talking to Sir Charles like that,
the sunlight in your hair.

It was an act.

It wasn't really me. I wasn't there.

It was.

It was you, the old you.

They want me to challenge for the
leadership of the Liberal Party.

And then if an election is called...

Maybe it's best
if you just let me go, Eddie.No.

What if I can't be the wife
you want, the wife you need?

Listen to me.

In sickness or health,
better or worse...

We will get through this, Grace.

This is our fresh start.

Or maybe we just deserve
everything we get.

(GASPS)

No.

Very kind of you to escort me home,
Mr Wall.

The higher-ups in Edward's party
are getting nervous about this
situation at the house. Be careful.

Oh, you're concerned for me.

Way I see it,
we can help each other.

Back when St Jude's
was still a workhouse, something
happened to the porter there.

It's a trade.
(CHUCKLES)

Tell me what you've been doing
up at the house
and I'll share my research with you.

Edward might be leader
of the country one day. It's in
the public's interest to know.

Careful using the phrase,
"Public interest", Vernon.
Especially considering your past.

What was all that
up at the house the other day? Hm?

Creeping around,
looking through the windows?

I'm a journalist, not some creeper.

Yeah, like you're making such
a great difference there, Harry!

(FRENCH ACCENT)
We are all haunted in some way, yes?

But there is no need to be scared.

He is watching over you.

He says there is something
he left behind,...

..something you like to look at.
Yes?

That reminds you of him?

And he says something
about a hobby,...

..something,...
something he liked to do.

He sometimes liked to play
the accordion.Ah!

That is what was confusing me.

Because he is not speaking,
he is,...maybe, singing?

Yeah, he really liked to sing.
And there was a song
he sang for you more than others.

Where The River Shannon Flows.

He is singing it for you now.

(SOBS)

He loves and misses you very much.

(AUDIENCE MURMURS)

(APPLAUSE)

There is another voice
coming through.

Can you hear a name, Madame Lutrec?
(MUTTERS) William. It's William.

I can hear a man.

He's looking for someone.

His name starts with a G.

Or perhaps it's a...

It's an H but you were close.

Very close.

I'm part of the show.
Excuse me, sir.

Sir!
The H is standing for Harry.

Please, monsieur,
if you could stay in the audience!

I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Agh! Wait...

Wait!

I can hear you.

Yes.

I have somebody with me.

His name is... James.

Does anybody know a James?

He says he's looking for his mother.
Is that you?

He says he's not been gone too long.
Maybe two, three years.

Three, three years, yes.

Three years. He says...

He says he's sorry for...
for never coming home.

Does that sound right? Yeah?

He says
he thanks you for your prayers.

And that he knows
things have been difficult.

Er... Speak up.

He's saying something about money...

Is that right? You've been
struggling? Well, then, I am sorry.

I really am.

Because the money that you spent
coming here tonight, it was a waste
for each and every one of you.

What I'm doing right now,
what they've been doing all night,
is nothing more than a trick.

I started with the name James as
it's the most popular in the country

so I was certain
somebody in this audience

would have a friend or relative
by that name.

Statistics again told me
that many of you, sadly,
lost family in the war.

This woman's cross
tells me she's religious

and who could blame her
for praying for a loved one?

I'm trying to show you
that by playing the percentages,

making sweeping open-ended
statements, they are charlatans
preying on credulity,

making a fat living
from the bereaved!

(AUDIENCE SHOUTS) It's a con!
They don't want to help you!

Monsieur,
what is the meaning of this?

No chance of an encore, then?
Vite, vite!

(COCKNEY ACCENT) In my business,
you learn how to read people -

the little signs and tells
they have. You're angry.

You're trying to hide it but...

You've lost someone, ain't ya?

It's not me you're angry at.

It's something you did
or didn't do.

I'm getting warm, ain't I?

Someone close...

A brother,

a sister,...

..a wife?

Is that it?
Was there a lucky lady somewhere?

It's not broken.
It feels broken.

No, it feels bruised, which it is.
Badly.

(CLINKING) Excuse me!
Ice is essential for the whisky.

It's also essential
for reducing swelling.

Next few days, you should place
a wash cloth soaked in warm water
over the area

several times a day
to help the healing.

How come you know all this?

I drove an ambulance during the war.

I didn't know that.
Why would you?

You miss it.
Now, Mr Price,

us gentlewomen aren't allowed
the luxury of missing such things.

We are to do as we're told,
accept our position in life and keep
our pretty little mouths shut.

Can't imagine you doing that.
I couldn't imagine you
throwing a punch but here we are.

Well, that's what you get
for trying to help people.

Turned out tremendously well(!)

Sure your mother's all right getting
home on her own? Oh, I'm sure.

She wasn't best pleased when
she found out I knew the man that
"Ruined the show for everybody".

You're the one that should worry,

living in this gloomy old house
all alone.

Yeah, well, that's the thing.
Sometimes late at night,
in the dark,

I wonder if I really am alone.

What happened to your wife?

I lost her.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

That'll be Albert. Night has fallen.

It is time...

..to go to work.

'Folding Brownie camera.
Automatic focusing lock.'

And I've added
a modification of my own -

a mercury thermometer.
Should the temperature in the room
fall below a certain threshold,

the magnesium and potassium connect
setting off the camera.

Weights in the leg and a finely-tuned
spirit level mean that any movement
will cause a similar reaction.

Sound recording, courtesy
of the Volta Graphophone Company.

There's one here
and there is one downstairs.

And we have a galvanometer,
alongside a thermograph.

Essentially, I'm looking to see
if there are any changes

in environments - temperature,
magnetic field,
electrical disturbance.

It wasn't a look of scepticism,
Mr Price. I'm impressed.

Didn't expect you to have
such devices.

I've always been
fascinated by science.

My father was a chemist.
Studied it myself for a while
but I could never match up to him.

My path lay elsewhere.

But surely a true scientific survey
requires controlled conditions.

Indeed, which is why my associate,
Mr Ogoro, is ensuring all
of the windows and doors are locked.

He will dust the floor
with some powder so that anybody
passing through will leave a trail.

I must ask you and your wife to stay
in your quarters until the morning.

That way the house will be
sealed off and untouched.

My associate and I
will remain in the drawing room.

Do you really think there'll be
another disturbance tonight?

Well, I think whatever is happening,
it seems to be escalating.

So we need to be ready
for whatever the night will bring.

It's really not necessary for you
to be here. I'm aware of that.

But I want to make sure Mrs Goodwin
gets the best help possible.
She's keeping an eye on you, Harry.

I'm not sure that's wise.
Did you want to play
or did you want to teach?

Oh!

I'm not sure that's wise.

Don't feel bad.

I grew up watching my parents play
after dinner every night.

My mother says
she always used let my father win.

"The king of my heart".

She can be so horrifically
sentimental.

Your father was in the war?
What regiment?

10th Battalion, East Yorkshire.

They made it to Beaumont-Hamel...

I think part of my mother
stayed there with him...

It's like she's waiting
for some final word, some sign,
some way to say goodbye.

Either way, Mr Price,
checkmate is checkmate.

(LOUD POP)

Cameras have been triggered.

(SCREAMS INCOHERENTLY)

Does she have any history
of sleepwalking? No.

I've heard, upon being woken, such
people react with shock, but...

I can help you find a sympathetic
doctor, one who won't judge her.

She's not ill.

(PIANO PLAYING IRRATICALLY)

Look after my wife, please.

Wait!

Mr Price?

You said you were conducting
a scientific survey

so I presume you have
a scientific explanation
for what is going on in my house.

I need to check my equipment
and collect the evidence.
You are stalling, Mr Price.

That's a very interesting
turn of phrase,

seeing as though I need
to speak to your wife properly.

You think she's in a fit condition
to discuss such matters tonight?
Tomorrow, then.

Very well.

This must be yours, then.

Look, Harry...

I was trying to help you.

By planting the device
in the piano without telling me?

What happens if you can't find
a logical explanation for all
Grace has been experiencing?

Harry.She'll more than likely
end up in an asylum.

But I can not let that happen,
Albert.

I know that.

Harry, I know that more than anyone
but you're running out of time.

Arsenic pigmentation in the wallpaper
leading to thallium poisoning? No.

The paint and wallpaper samples
came up clean.

Whilst I haven't finished testing,
it does not look good.

What, so, you want me
just to lie to them? Hm?

Manufacture some haunting?
Yes.

Give them their ghost
and save the girl.

That would be lying.

And she'd still be suffering.

I'm worried for you.

Thank you.

Don't worry about me.

Worry about her.

You see that, too, don't you?

Looks like she's holding someone's
hand.Question is whose hand?

Who does she think
is there with her?

Miss Grey! Sarah.

Freddie Wallace.

Ah, typical! Old Harry
forgot to mention me, right?

I suppose he must have.
I'm his assistant.

Been away for a few weeks,
Blackpool, bit of a dead end
but them's the breaks.

Harry mentioned you could bring me
up to speed with Edward Goodwin.

And why doesn't he do it himself?

Because he's the great
Harry Price, isn't he?

It feels stupid to admit it now

but when that siren was going,
my foot down on the pedal...

Felt like you were part of something
bigger. That what you did mattered.

Believe me, I get it.

I never thought I'd end up running
around after someone like Harry.

What do you make
of this paranormal stuff anyway?

You really think
he can help Mr Goodwin's wife?

I think he believes in what
he's doing. Least I hope he does.

That's your polite way of saying
he's making it up as he goes along.

Did he ever talk to you about
that thing that happened with
that soldier fella? You know.

Sorry, Freddie, what was it
you were doing in Bournemouth again?

Oh, Harry had me checking out
some rumour,
things going bump in the night.

Waste of my time, you know.

Well, I know you said it was
Blackpool earlier, not Bournemouth.
All the same, isn't it?

Who are you really?

It's nothing personal.

Just doing my job.
Hey!

Wait!

(TICKING)

Try to concentrate
on the sound of the metronome.

Before you moved to this house,
did you ever hear any strange noises
or voices?

You moved to a new city.

Got no friends or family.
A husband busy at work.

Perhaps some part of you...
is seeking attention.

No.

I want to be forgotten.

Last night you got up out of your bed
and you walked through the house
in the dark.

Do you remember where you were going?
I don't know.

I don't remember.

In some of the photographs,...

..it almost looks as if
you're holding someone's hand.

Did you think
someone was there with you?

(WHISPERS) He wants me to leave.

Who wants you to leave?
It's a child.

A little boy.

He won't leave me alone.

You need to understand

he is not real.
He is a figment of your imagination.

When was the last time you saw him?

Mrs Goodwin?

He's...

He's standing right behind you.

(CHIMING)
(GASPS)

None of this is your fault.

You have no idea.

Mr Price.

I have just received
a preview of tomorrow's headlines.

"Liberal MP And The Haunted House."

"In associating
so closely with a man

such as psychical researcher
Harry Price,

the Honourable Gentlemen's judgment
both at home and in parliament

surely must be called
into question."

"Even his own housemaid
was of the opinion that Mr Price

is nothing more
than an opportunistic charlatan."

This man is the future leader
of our party

and you have made a mockery of him.
Sir Charles...

I can't keep everything
out of the press.

Edward's career almost collapsed
once before and I worked damned hard
to keep it back on track.

Please!

You knew exactly what I was
when you hired me.

Somebody to blame
if it all went wrong.

I wanted you to help my wife.

Mr Price, I think it would be best
if you leave this house
and don't come back.

If you truly want to help your wife,

then you need to seek genuine
medical help for her. All right?

Mr Price, leave.

Leave.

(SOBBING)
Sarah...

Same again, Sally.

She lost her job.
I don't care what you write about me
but she didn't deserve that.

I was only following the story -

politicians, ghosts,
frantic females and fraudsters.

Shame I couldn't tie in
that soldier who blew his brains out
on your doorstep.

But his family have been through
enough, without your lurid headlines.

I'm not a monster. I have standards.

I get it. You're trying to work
your way back up the ladder.

Don't...
No, no.

It cannot be easy for you.

You revealed confidential
troop locations during the war.

You put hundreds of lives at risk.
It would be difficult
to sink any lower.

Since when do you care
about a housemaid losing her job?

Miss Grey said I needed to look
further into the past.
She might have had a point.

During your research,
did you find any reason why Edward
Goodwin would move to London?

He's their golden boy, polishing
him up for the next election.

But Sir Charles said that his career
had almost collapsed once before,

that he'd had to battle to save it.

Now, I've never read that in your
paper or in any paper in fact.

Sir Charles has got influence,
could have hushed it up.

So, why don't you go straight
to the source?

Hastings, in Sussex,
his ex-constituency.

See if you can find any reason
why Edward Goodwin
would need a fresh start.

And if you need me,
you can find me...here.

I'm not your lapdog, Harry. What
makes you think I wanna help you?

Erm, because you know
there's a story here

and we both know, as soon as I leave,

you're going to pick up that piece
of paper cos you can't help yourself.

We need that money.
It's wrong of them.

I'll find something soon.

Adelina Riviera is coming
to the Holborn Empire next month.

They say she's a marvel.

Doesn't just talk to the spirits,

they knock on the floors
and the walls as well.

Isn't that something?

She might be the one to help us.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

I never called you a fraud.

Well,... I, sort of, did

but that journalist,
he twisted my words.It's fine.

Cos I am a fraud.
At least I used to be.

Oh.
Not in the beginning.

The psychical research,
the equipment, that was genuine.
I was good at what I did.

I would turn the extraordinary
into the mundane.

Until this one time I decided
to give them what they wanted -

you know, a real-life haunting.

It's terrible but I enjoyed it.

Felt like a conjurer, you know,
putting on this fantastical show.

So, what's changed?
Well, it was wrong.

And it had consequences that
I will never be able to make up for.

Because when people go to a
magician, they expect to be tricked.

But when they would come to me
asking for help...

Well, there's nobody to help
Mrs Goodwin now.

There's us. I think it was made
quite clear we're not welcome.

And you're one to let that stop you,
are you?

Come on, then.
Excellent.

So, where we going?

There is one member of workhouse
staff still here - the porter.

Leonard Thornton.
How did you know?

There was an incident
when the workhouse closed -
an attempted suicide.

Why? Are we gonna disturb his shift?

No, he's not working.

He lives here now.

What I tried to do to myself

wasn't to do
with the workhouse closing.

It was about what happened before.

So, what did happen before?

Nine o'clock every night,
I'd lock the gates.

I'd take the keys to the master.

Now, he was a good man.

Hard but fair.

He knew
you had to keep folks in order.

You've got beautiful hair...

Golden.Reminds me of my daughter.

There's no records
of those final years.

If you can help us at all,...
please?

See, it was winter.

Spent the mornings shovelling snow.

By the evening, it had fallen again.

I was taking the keys
back to the master.

There'd been some trouble.

A boy.

Didn't care for the rules.

They were down in the cellar.

The master was...

He was just trying
to teach him a lesson.

Deaths weren't uncommon,

but a drowning like that...

The board didn't want no scandal.

And I stood there...

..and I watched.

He was only a child...

..and I watched.

Can't...

Can't even remember
the boy's name.

I can't...

I can't remember.

A child dies in that house then
Mrs Goodwin claims the same thing

is trying to drive her out.
It has to mean something.

It means
the mind is easily suggestible.

She's probably heard
the story before. You think
she's imagining everything?

Not consciously.
If I tell you whatever you do,
do not think of white elephants,

what are you thinking about?
Elephants.

Exactly. There is this neurologist
in Vienna who believes ghosts

are nothing more
than a manifestation of our fears.

So, rather than being forced out,
she wants to leave?

Did she ever say anything to you
about being unhappy in her marriage?

Even if she was,
what difference would it make?

She's a wife. That practically
makes her his property.

I think she's lonely,
I think she misses her home.Sorry.

Please don't touch my equipment.

Is this how the bells rang
out on their own?

When I looked
at the ventilation at the house,
the chimneys, the windows, the pipes,

I built a model
in order to test a hypothesis
based on the storm that evening.

(BELLS RING) See?
An answer for everything.

Well, no, no, far from it.
There's three main questions -

why her, why here at this house
and why now?

The bangs and crashes. The writing
on the floor. The sightings.

And the face at the window.

I know you saw something,
despite what you said to Mr Goodwin.

I shouldn't have let him
treat you like that.

I have a sketch of it.
I'd like to see that. Thank you.

I need to...just pop out
and check something with Albert.

I could stay here and finish
putting together the timeline.

I understand you're not used
to having guests but, don't worry,
I won't touch anything...

much.

You don't have any pictures of her.

Your wife.

I'm sorry,
it just seems strange to me.

She was, er,...ill.

You know, not, er...

And it was an illness that the
doctors couldn't easily understand.

You know, it wasn't so much
of a physical thing, more of a...

And her family intervened

and she was committed

against her will.

And, er, I did everything I could.

I could have done more.

I could have done more.

But I don't need photographs
because I think about her...

..all the time.

White elephants, Miss Grey.

'I've spoken with your doctor.'

All we need now is your signature.

We can make this story work for you
- how Mr Price tricked you,

the pressure and difficulties
of working with a sick wife

and how you stood by her,
a testament to your dedication.

I can't.

You can. The doctors have already
signed the certificate.

All it needs is your name.

Your wife will be looked after.

You can save your career.

I hereby offer my resignation.

Edward -
Grace means everything to me.

I will not lose her.

It's an organic compound, urea,
an evaporate of the urine.
It's primarily used as a fertilizer.

So, how much of that would you need
to take care of a large garden?

I'd say maybe 20 to 30 pounds.
No, this was a small bottle.

Think it belonged to the previous
owners? Seems relatively new.
No sign of degradation.

Where did you find it?
In the cellar at St Jude's.

Anything else odd or out of place
there?Yes. Right, let me see...

There was...

Photographs.

Furniture. Rats.

(MUTTERS) Tall, dark...

Apples! Apples. There was a large
tub of rotting apples.

Maybe be a month or two old.
I'd expect that in a farmhouse
but the home of a politician?

Let's say, then, it was by design,
that it wasn't by chance.

For what reason
would somebody keep rotting apples?

That was a genuine question
because I've got no idea.

Oh, right, er... OK. Well...

Let's see, er... rotting apples.

Fermenting apples makes it easier
to isolate and extract the ester.

We've got ester and urea.
What could combine the two?
Now, that is interesting.

It would take some skill,
a great deal of skill,

but you could fashion
some kind of crude barbiturate.

(PHONE RINGS)

Ogoro Pharmaceuticals.I need
to speak to Mr Price. Please.

"Yes." Harry, I want exclusive
rights to this story.

You might have been onto something.
I just got back from Hastings.

"Don't touch anything, Miss Grey."

(HISS AND CRACKLE)

(GRACE) "Who are you..?"

"So alone..."

"Did you come from the roses?"

"So alone..."

"Did you come from under the roses?"

(BIRD SINGS)

I just want to say goodbye.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(GASPS)

There I was
digging around in Hastings.

Managed to track down Ada Donovan,
lovely old dear,

housekeeper for Edward and Grace.

What, she was happy to speak to
the press, was she? Not initially.

I've got charm. She opens up,
saying she's worried
about her nephew Garnett,

how he's come to London
to try and see Grace.Why?

That I'm not so sure about.
I thought you had charm.

She seemed scared, like he might
be getting into trouble.

So, being the concerned citizen
that I am,

I said I'd check on him.
You're a wonderful human being.

Said he was staying at these barges.
We'll take it from here. Thank you.

Oi! This is my scoop, Harry.

You'll get your story. All right?

Lot of folk here got reasons
for not wanting to be found.

Have to respect that.

We wouldn't be asking
if it wasn't important.

Where are you from?
Bethnal Green.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Can I have a word, please?

Mr Donovan.

Oi, oi!
Harry!

Stop!

Help! I can't swim.

Help me! I can't swim.

That's it.

I thought he'd sent ya.

He's warned me
to stay away from her before.

Had some folk make sure
I understood.Mr Goodwin?Nah.

Not the monkey. The other fella.
The organ grinder.

Sir Charles Harwood?Why did they
warn you to stay away from Grace?

Mr Donovan.

Grace is in quiet considerable
trouble.

You've been at the house,
haven't you?

Looking through windows,
trying the doors?

Yeah, I've seen her.

Almost got in as well and then
that stupid bird started singing.
(BIRD SINGS)

I've known Grace for years.

She was that kind of girl, you know,

walk into a room, everyone looked.

She was so lonely she even got
my aunt a job as their maid.

Which is how come I ended up
at the house sometimes.

Things happened.

And did Edward know?

He came home early
and found us together.

But why come back now?
Creeping about the house.

Why not just leave it be?
I had to see for myself.

See what for yourself?

Be nearly two months old now.

I just wanted to see our baby.

Mrs Goodwin?

Can I help you?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr Goodwin.

I just left some things here.
You thought you'd just waltz in
unannounced.

I didn't want to disturb you
or Mrs Goodwin.

Not after what happened.

How is she?Grace is away just now,
visiting her mother.

It's for the best.

I think it'd be better if you left
now as well, don't you?Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

(LOUD THUD)

You forgot something.

It was in your book.

It's a very good likeness.

You have talent.

Do you know I fight...

..every day
for people like you, Sarah.

I say you deserve the vote.

Equality.

But maybe I am wrong.

Maybe you all do just need...
to remember your place.

I suppose you both laughed
about it, didn't you?

Poor little Edward,

blind to what was going on
under his very nose,

in his own home, his own bed.

I'm sorry but I don't know what
you're talking about.You're a liar!

You're a liar just like her.
Take your hands off me.
Promising to be a good wife

and then opening her legs to
another man, carrying his offspring.

She deserved to lose it.
She deserved to lose it.

It was God's will that we should
have a fresh start.Stop it.
But you helped her!

You brought him here.
Here to my house! Didn't you?!

'Grace, come down here!'

'Grace? Grace, let me in.'

'Let me in.'

(THUDS)

'LET ME IN!'

'GRACE!'

GRACE!
Agh!

(GASPS)

Sarah? Sarah?

You started to feed your wife
crude homemade barbiturates

in order to keep her
in a state of drugged-up compliance.

Chemical build-up caused her
to have breathing problems,

caused her to lose her child.

You should have taken her
to the doctor. They'd have known...

They would have known
what I did to her.

So instead your wife had to suffer
the effects of psychosis

due to sudden withdrawal
from the drug.

The sleepwalking, blackouts,
manic behaviour,

aural and visual hallucinations,

ghosts, as it were.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you asked me
to deliver a scientific appraisal
of your situation.

And now my work is done.

I've lost everything.

I loved her.

You didn't love her.

You wanted her.

There's a difference.

(DOOR CLANGS)

Thank you.

This belongs to you.

He says thank you
for always letting him win.

He says that it's time
to start living again.

It's time to let him go.

I thought you were
finished with all that.

One last performance, as it were.

How's Grace?
She's been through a lot.

At least she was able
to give her child a proper burial.

The things she experienced
in that house...

A chemical reaction due to Edward's
attempts to control her. Of course.

A scientific explanation
for everything.

Have you got a new job yet?

Erm, a scullery maid
over at Belgrave Square.

It's not exciting or glamorous
but it's better than nothing.

You?
Yeah, phone started ringing again.

I think I'd forgotten what a weird
and wonderful world it was out there.

You know, I actually would like to
thank you for reminding me of that.

If you were thinking about changing
career, then I could use your help.

I'll think about it.
You'll think about it?Yes.

Good day, Mr Price.

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