All language subtitles for heartbeat_s08e05_spellbound

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does a love kiss stay in
my memory?

Reverend, have you noticed anyone
unusual hanging around here recently?

Not that I can remember. Why do you ask?

Well, there's been a gang of youths
targeting churches in the county,

chalices, crosses, that sort of thing.

I thought it might be them.

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

Well, yes.

It looks that way.

I'm the one he's up to.

It's the second time in a week.

Sorry? Bob Hall.

Hanging around.

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

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

Hasn't been bothering you, has he?

No. Why should he?

I came down on him pretty hard last
time.

He might have some idea about getting
his own back.

Dad, just because you're a magistrate
doesn't mean everyone's out to get it.

It's not that brother of yours. There's
breakfast still waiting for him.

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

See you, Si.

Breakfast ready.

What do you think?

Sounds good.

Got to go.

So, how did you get back last night?

I don't know.

Two, maybe.

Where were you?

I went to see a band in Whitby.

A hitchback.

I've walked the last couple of miles.

That's okay, is it? I just don't want
you getting in any more trouble, Simon.

Ease off, Dad. I'm not.

Getting chucked out of school for drugs
was bad enough.

Can't you let it drop?

It's just that I worry.

You know, there's no need.

Why don't you make an old man happy and
come into the business with me?

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

What if our future ain't than this?

Not everyone thinks that.

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

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

This great music area of yours isn't
going to happen, Simon. It's just a

Mum didn't think that.

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

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

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

Neil, stop it. I've got to get going.
It's all right for you. You've only got

slip next door. Oh, the trials of a
district nurse. I know.

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

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

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

He really ought to be in hospital.

Some people just don't trust medics.

He spent some years in Africa and from
what I can tell, he got caught up in

their culture.

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

Maybe he is, too. Perhaps he just wants
to let nature take its course.

Yes, well, we'll see.

Bye. Good luck.

my digestive.

Phil?

Sorry, Alf.

Well, I was starving.

No food at his place.

Yeah, who's cleared us out then?

I'm a growing lad.

Okay. I'll go to the shops at lunchtime.

You know, make sure my digestives are on
your shopping list.

Is he in yet?

Yes.

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

I don't know what she sees in him.

Oh, but the uniform.

Well, we know there's a girl for a man
in a smart uniform.

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

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

He's a churchman.

Any dodgy characters in the area, he'd
have invited them in for a cup of tea,

wouldn't he?

How's Mr Blaketon?

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

It's just a lump, nothing serious.

Could have been quite a different story,
though.

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

Are you eating properly?

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

No, I'm sure you don't.

How about the headaches?

Are they still as bad?

You're wasting your time.

Mr Pollitt, unless you let us take some
tests, we're not going to be able to

find out what's wrong with you.

I'm not going to hospital.

And I don't need you fussing over me.

Well, how about some help at home?

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

No, thank you.

Then come away from there. Leave that
alone.

Just go away, nurse, please.

Leave me in peace.

Mr Follett.

Please.

But I'll be back.

How you waste your time is your own
concern.

Mr. Blaketon.

How's the head?

Oh, fine, thanks. Just a bump.

Have you called them yet? Oh, we will,
don't you worry.

Do you think it's connected to the other
church, or eight?

Well, that's all in hand, Mr. Blaketon.

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

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

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

I'm not an invalid, you know.

I know.

Let's try and keep it that way.

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

You take my advice.

Leave the police in to me.

You put your feet up. Enjoy retirement.

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

I was trying to be a good citizen.

I know.

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

Oh, hello, Mrs. Cleveland. Mr.

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

It's done.

I'll come in round in a bit to be able
to balance my books.

The job isn't done until you've removed
the rubbish. What sort of landscape

gardener do you call yourself?

It's not rubbish.

It's compost.

It needs time, though, to rot down.

What, house bricks and concrete?

Didn't you want to rock a room?

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

Yeah, and keep that mutt of yours away
from Princess. There's been an invasion

of fleas since they started running
around on my property.

Fleas? I'm sorry, you're making a bit of
a mistake if you think those fleas are

out to do with Alfred.

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

Call that a dog.

They're wheels.

Landscape garden.

I put some bushes in and laid some turf.

A landscape gardener is an artist,
Claude. He doesn't just bung a couple of

bushes up a corner. He designs
landscapes.

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

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

Dorothy, a cleaver, used to have her own
fashion label, so I'd say she knows

quite a bit about design.

A fashion designer?

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

I mean, he's dead now, but I suppose
that's why she's up here. She's after

peace and quiet.

Worth a bit, then, is she?

Why? I'll see your chances, do you,
Bernie?

It's not my time.

I'll drink to that.

It gives a break, will you?

I need a fight.

Dad saw you outside the house this
morning.

He's worried you might be bothering him.

Why?

And what did you say?

That you wouldn't leave me alone.

Always following me around and keeping
me away from school.

Bad influence then, am I?

I'm shifting that stuff.

Clever.

Right.

Jay Ferrari, music management.

What's his time? And some of your songs?

Yeah. How do you know?

Well, your dad mentioned you were
writing songs some time ago.

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

Oh, I don't know about that.

Just want what's best for you.

That'll be one and six.

Oh, and a note pad of the roll, please.

I bet you felt that.

Yeah, I'd rather have felt the collar of
whoever it was clobbered me in the

churchyard last night.

Churchyard? What do you think they were
doing?

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

Yeah?

Did you see who it was?

No, more's the pity.

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

So you couldn't tell the police
anything?

No.

All right.

Thanks, Mr Blaketon.

That one before.

Sounds good.

Well, at least I've got one fan.

Don't pay any attention to Dad.

What does he know?

All he's bothered about is the factory
and putting people behind bars.

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

What? I've seen you, Sally.

What are you talking about?

You and Bob Hall.

This morning.

I saw you.

You've been spying on me.

Look, hold trouble.

You should keep away from him.

Why should I? I can see who I want.

But you don't understand what you like.

I want to suppose you know him better
than me.

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

Sally! Get off me!

She looked like something from another
planet.

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

That'll be a face pack, Claude.

Face pack?

Well, a face pack, my heart nearly
packed it, isn't it? I can tell you.

beauty treatment.

You don't know anything, Claude.

Well, I hear how it done, have you?
Because if you have, it hasn't worked.

I read about it in one of them magazines
while I was waiting in surgery. You can

get this special stuff from the Dead
Sea.

That's right, Bernie.

Dead expensive, too.

I bet you that's what Mrs. Cleleton
uses.

You mean she pays good money for mud?
She must have more money than cents.

Goes without saying if she hired you as
a landscape gardener.

Look, come on. We did play two days.

Yeah, I know.

I'm looking.

I just haven't found the right place
yet.

You can't go on like this.

The place is a mess.

Well, there never was one for a penny in
a feather dust.

Have you ever tried?

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

One each, my right.

Yeah, mate?

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

It wasn't so much for me as a father,
was it?

Well, you managed all right with Sally.

And Simon was always a bit of a wild
spirit.

You know, on this music business, I
mean, it's mad.

Out and all hours of the night.

I don't know what he gets up to.

Well,

it may take him some time, but he'll
sort himself out.

Mr Bollick wouldn't talk about it, but I
could tell that he was really upset.

Sounds like tribal magic.

Oh, Neil.

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

There was this man.

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

He'd been sent to Waxed All.

Well, that sounds exactly like Mr
Follett.

The man, I remember, claimed he'd been
cursed.

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

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

No, he was purely psychological.

What happened to him?

He died.

Well, nothing we could do for him.

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

But Mr Pollock might really believe it.

Like you said, he didn't live out there.
His house was full of African

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

seriously.

What are you saying, Maggie?

We've got witches in Aidensfield.

No, of course not.

What if somebody's threatening him?

Reverend Foyle's been on the phone,
Sarge. There's another incident at St

Michael's.

Well, someone certainly made a mess in
here.

What would anyone want with a human
skull?

And that's what confounded me.

Then I saw this.

Witchcraft?

Did I hear you correctly, Constable?

Yes, Sarge. And is Aidensfield awash
with black cats and old hags whittling

across moonlit skies on broomsticks?

Not as I noticed, no, Sarge. Thank
goodness for that.

And even if devil worshippers were
responsible for this outrage, what do

think they'd want with a 300 -year -old
skull?

For their altar.

I'm sorry, PC Bellamy.

To celebrate the black mass.

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

Well, that... It's in your book.

A man of literature, I see.

Well, the notion of black magic is
intriguing, but had it occurred to any

that it might be kids messing about?

Yes, sir.

Oh, good.

For a moment there, you had me worried.

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

Oi!

You keep away from Sally.

You what? I've seen you together.

How do you know?

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

Or what? I'm just telling you.

Right?

Al, have you come across a farmer called
Follett?

The name rings a bell.

Well, I can't find anything on him in
here.

Ah, no.

Come in a few months ago, complaining
about sheep rustlers.

According to this, he came in on the
first night of every month for four

and just took one animal each time.

Doesn't sound like typical sheep
rustlers to me.

Well, maybe it's Reverend Foil Satanist
after a sacrifice.

Maybe.

Mrs. Cleveland?

Yes?

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I...
Is this another

photo of you?

Yes. I was 22.

Yes, yes.

Lovely -looking young lady, weren't you?
Not that you're not now.

Was there something you wanted, Mr.
Greengrass?

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

Why would I want to hear about that?

Well, because of the mud there. I mean,
it's just as good as this Dead Sea stuff

that costs an arm and a leg.

Dead Sea mud, Mr Greengrass, is very
special.

I know, well, it's special incorrectly.

It's because of the minerals.

Minerals? Ah, yeah, it's full of them. I
mean, Lady Ashfordly, she discovered it

about 100 years ago. I mean, not the
current Lady Ashfordly. It's not that

Well, what did she discover?

Well, it was about the mud. It was by
accident, really. She was riding her

horse, you know, across the moors, and
it bolted and threw her in the middle of

Crackley Mire.

And, of course, she got absolutely
covered in this mud, and they dragged

out. But a couple of days later, she
noticed that all her skin had gone sort

softer and younger.

And, of course, the upshot was what she
did was she got all the servants to go

and get buckets of the stuff. They
brought it up to Ashfordly Hall, and she

to bathe in it. When she died, she was
well over 90, and she's in at about 45.

And why are you telling me?

Well, because it's just sitting there,
isn't it?

Ready to be gathered. I mean, cost note.
And from what I hear, this Dead Sea

stuff, it didn't all that healthy.

Well, where would I find it?

Well, I could get you a load, couldn't
I? Oh, I mean, there'd be a little

involved, you know, to make up for my
petrol and that.

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

I could take a sample for analysis.

Analysis?

So, shall we go?

Yes, but I've just remembered, there's a
bit of business I've just got to take

care of before I can go. We can go a bit
later on, you know, say, later this

afternoon.

All right.

Mr Follett?

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

It's to do with your stolen sheep.

Very nice.

How long did you spend in Africa?

I did my last tour there.

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

It is.

Were you in the forces, Constable?

No, sir.

No national service?

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

Should never have been done away with.

Still, police force is a good choice.

Well, thank you very much, sir.

It's been more than two months since the
last report of any sheep being stolen.

Have they stopped?

I think so.

Mark, you...

I haven't been able to keep too sharp an
eye on the farm recently because I

haven't been very well.

So I understand.

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

No.

Are you sure?

You're not being threatened, are you,
Mr. Fyde?

You wouldn't understand.

You really wouldn't.

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

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

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

No, it's for a friend.

Ooh.

Cut yourself a young lady.

You don't care who you hurt, do you?

Here's a scotch.

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

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

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

What do you mean with the law?

You've not heard anything, have you?

No, nothing.

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

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

What do you mean?

He was asking questions about the
churchyard and me being attacked.

Just curious, I suppose.

Maybe.

Yeah, he was. Why?

That means he's been unaccounted for
during both incidents at St Michael's.

on, Oscar, you're not saying Simon hit
you in the door with that skull?

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

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

I don't know.

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

The sheep were stolen on the same night
every time.

So I waited for them and followed them.

Could you identify any of them?

There were two of them, but it was
impossible to make out who they were.

Was there a vehicle?

A van.

Can you remember what colour it was or
what make?

No, it was too dark to see.

Well, where did they go?

In the woods.

above the farm.

There were about a dozen of them there.

Gone.

I drove the land rover at them, and they
dispersed.

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

I see.

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

I didn't see any point.

No one would understand.

Well, what with the...

The theft of your sheep. Someone gained
access to this house and tried to

intimidate you.

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

PC Bradley.

I spent a long time with men in the bush
who believed in and

practised magic.

And I know its power.

There's nothing you can do.

What can I do for you, sir?

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

Mud stuff?

I think you need the gardening shop.

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

Oh, a face bag.

Ah, that'll be it.

A few pounds, please, sir.

Two quid. Go on, then.

I hope it does the trick.

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

Well, I suppose that a stretcher could
be seen as intimidation.

Don't see any court going for it,
though, do you, Bradley?

Not without more evidence. No, Sarge.
There was a time when it just hauled in

Omar Hall.

Who? She lived out on the edge of the
moor, Sarge.

They burnt her at the stake 400 years
ago.

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

No, I suppose not, sir.

Yeah, but there's still family in the
area, though, isn't there?

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

Failing to put her descendants to the
torch as well.

Oh, Phil's got a point there, sir.

The thing is, with things like this,
they sort of pass down.

Aren't they, Mike?

Well, I wouldn't know, Alf.

Well, perhaps you'd like to pursue that
line of inquiry, Councillor Ventress.

Pardon, sir? Go on. Go on, check out old
Mar Hall's family.

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

I didn't mean that. I was just thinking
out loud.

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

Go on.

And Bradley, you can go with him.

There we are, Miss Hickley.

Crackley Mire, the font of eternal
youth.

I know it don't look much, but it's
not... Looks aren't everything, are

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

You never set out about me getting my
feet wet.

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

This pallbearer shows these. I don't
expect me to ruin them for a rotten 15%.

I'll give you 20.

25.

Go on, go and get some.

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

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

Go on, be careful.

Just fill it up.

I am filling it up.

Have you got some?

Put the lid on, won't you?

Yes, I have put my lid on.

Have you got it?

Aye. Right, come on, chuck it.

Look at them.

Well done.

It's 25 % and a new pair of shoes.

All right, all right.

Right, that's the stuff then. There it
is.

You won't forget the umpents, will you?

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

Let's hope it's a big one.

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

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

Of course it'll do the job. What you
don't realise is it's all in the head.

Mud's mud. And you bet your sweet life
this Crackley Mire stuff just goes out

far and muck. Come on, stop worrying.

This time you've gone too far, Simon.

I should have seen it coming, but I
never dreamt of anything like this.

Dad, you don't understand.

Oh, I understand just fine.

No, you don't.

You desecrated the grave.

It was you that attacked Oscar Blaketon.

It wasn't me.

I'm not going to bail you out this time,
Sam.

I'm going to the police.

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

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

I wasn't serious about old Marhol's
family, you know.

Hang on, Al.

Is that him?

Aye, Bob the Yob.

Nasty piece of work.

He's not one to go stirring a cauldron.
Oh, you never know. He may be on to

something after all.

What do you mean?

Hello, Bob.

What do you lot want?

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

You work for Mr Follett, don't you?

Sometimes, yeah. What's all this about?

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

So?

We think someone's been threatening him.

Not Mr Follett?

Hardly.

What's he after?

Oh, he's just stretching his legs.

There's nothing to see.

Well, all well and good then, isn't it?

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

Depends.

What sort of a threat was it?

Well, someone sent him a doll with a
nail hammered through it.

You're having me on.

So?

Take it you can't help us, then.

I knew it would be a waste of time. I
don't know, Alf. It could have been

If he was up in the woods that night, he
would have been able to recognize

Follett's Landra.

You know, he probably knows a bit about
the mountain background that he'd be

susceptible to that kind of threat.

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

You again.

This is your last chance.

This is my last chance.

Luke, I am sick of this. My dad's found
the school from St Michael's. I know

what you're up to.

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

You've what?

He thinks I took it.

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

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

Then I'll tell him everything.

No.

No, you won't.

Because you know what I can do.

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

I'm not scared of the police.

Or your old man.

In fact, what makes you think he's even
going to get to college?

It's Sally, isn't it?

Sally Harper?

Yeah. Why? What's the matter?

I'm afraid there's been an accident.

It's your father.

He's been taken to the hospital.

There's two people outside to see you.

Come on.

Sally, there's no need to be alarmed. We
just need to ask you a few questions.

Would you like to come and sit down over
here?

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

What about your brother?

Do you know where he is?

No.

When was the last time you saw him?

Dad and Simon were arguing this
afternoon.

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

Sally.

What?

They row.

I go for walks to get out of the house,
to get away from the shouting.

Have you any idea where Simon may have
got to?

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

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

He hasn't.

How is he, then?

He's in a bad way, I'm afraid.

You've friends, you and Mr. Harper? I've
known Derek for years. This is hard to

take in. He's an excellent driver.

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

They found a skull inside.

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

Sergeant Craddock, could I have a word?

If you had any suspicions about Simon
Harper, you should have come to me with

them. There was no evidence of such. It
was purely circumstantial. That makes no

difference. I'd have found the evidence
if there was any to find. That's my job.

If you hadn't been so damned offensive,
I might have said something.

All right.

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

Derek Harper's in a critical condition.

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

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

I suppose so, if you say so.

My man in York tells me your crackly mar
mud is everything you said it might be,

Mr. Greengrass.

Every bit as good as mud from the Dead
Sea.

Would you? Well, there's something wrong
with his microscope, if he weren't.

I have a friend in the cosmetics
industry coming up tonight from London.

He's very interested.

We thought we might call it Dorothea's
facial preparation. What do you think?

Bit of a posh name for a bit of mud,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

But to paraphrase the vernacular, where
there's mud, there's money, Mr

Greengrass.

Funny you could mention that.

Don't worry, you will have your payment
as soon as my friend's company buys the

rights.

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

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

You're going to put it on your face?

Indeed I am.

What, all of it?

No, not all of it.

I thought I might bathe in the rest.

Still no sign of him, then? And the time
on Derek Harper's saloon had been

flashed. It looks like someone wanted
him to use his MG.

And you think that Simon tampered with
it?

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

I see.

Look, you know the family, Mr. Blaketon.

Is there anyone you think he might have
gone to?

No one comes to mind.

Really? Right, well... Bradley,

Oscar Blaketon.

Now listen, I could be wrong about this,
but there was a place that Simon used

to go to when he was a lad.

Simon?

It's Oscar Blakeson.

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

Get away!

Now, come on.

Open the door.

Just go away!

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

Then keep away from me.

That's all right, Hamlet.

Dead, isn't he?

My dad.

He's killed him.

I just keep calm.

Your dad's not dead.

It was Hall, wasn't it?

You said Dad wouldn't get to the police.

The brakes on your dad's car were
faulty, Simon. The accident had nothing

with Bob Hall or witchcraft.

But someone did flash the tyres on his
saloon.

It wasn't me.

I didn't do it.

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

Yeah, but...

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

Yeah.

And so to stop him getting there, you
slashed the tyres, but you didn't reckon

he'd risk it and take the MG, did you?

No, it wasn't me.

So why'd you run away?

Because of Bob.

I was scared of what he'd do.

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

It's true.

Just look at Mr Follett.

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

The hole's got a coven.

I was in it.

Mr Follett nearly caught us.

It was all Hall's idea.

What? To send him the doll?

To scare him?

Follett got really thick.

Just like Hall said he would.

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

Trust me.

What about the skull?

Bob wanted it. For an initiation.

How did it get here in the first place?

Whose bike is that, Simon?

It's my sister.

Right.

Come on.

Let's have the whole story.

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

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

We'll take it from here.

Come on, Simon, lead on.

I see.

Oscar?

Bellamy.

Well, you'd best get after them, then.

Hadn't you?

What is it?

Your rifle.

Yeah, sure.

But you can't stop thinking of the devil
rides out.

They creep up on a black mask just by
the... What happens?

The witches conjure up the devil.

I'm going to try and pull that one out.

I'll wait him his rights, just like the
rest of them. Quiet there!

Right, Simon, you wait here.

The rest of you know the plan.

For you who dwells in darkness and flame
and smoke, hear our invocation.

Reveal towards your servants your honed
image.

Strag fear into our enemy.

Accept our new servant, our offering in
your name.

Give us strength over all, defiance over
man and woman, dominance over all.

By the name of the winged serpent, O
most exalted, come.

Police! Stay right where you are!

Oh, you're under arrest.

There's nothing you can do.

Don't panic!

You can't stop us. The laws against
witchcraft were done away with for

on 20 years ago. I'm not doing any of
the witchcraft.

Sheep rustling and intimidation, that'll
do for a start.

Get off!

Sally, come on, stand up. I told you to
keep away from me, but you wouldn't

listen. Shut up.

You don't understand anything.

I tried to keep you out of it. I begged
Hall to leave you alone.

Then I found the skull.

I knew it was for your initiation into
his coven.

I wanted to go through with it.

It's all I've got.

What?

Nobody cared about me.

Don't be stupid.

It was always you.

You were all Dad ever talked about.

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

He never talked to me about me.

It was always you and him, you and him.

Till Bob.

He wants me, Simon.

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

And what about your father?

I didn't want to hurt him.

I had to warn Bob.

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

It's not my fault.

It's not.

Okay.

Let's get this load back to the station.

What are you doing?

You know we didn't get in well free this
morning, Murray.

Morning?

Didn't Mike tell you?

I'm your new cleaner.

Hello, Meg.

Summer talk.

I think you'd better go and sleep
yourself.

Is it serious?

Could be.

For you, Claude.

Greengrass!

Mrs. Clevedon, what's happened to your
face?

My face?

I'm covered like this. Do you hear me?

Covered all over!

Thanks to your wonderful mud!

It's probably pollution.

That's what it'll be. I bet one of the
farmers has dumped some of it in the

mine. I mean, there's no other
explanation.

No other explanation, is there? Well,
how about Claude Jeremiah?

Greengrasses are cheap.

Common pathetic little crook.

I don't suppose it's the right time to
talk about me fee.

No.

Heartbeat, what do you mean when my baby
kisses me?

Kids stay in my memory.