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This is a house of death.

For you.

This is real... And it's powerful.

Piss off!

This is monstrous!

There you are...Old man.

Janet spoke to me.

Our Janet.

We need the spr.

She can't breathe.

...but I've come to care for this Janet.

Seems our friends Gregory and beloff want exclusive access.

Oh, she squeezed my hand...

I felt it.

She's alive!

Oh...janet. Janet!

Betty...

Well, she...She can't be brain- dead if she can squeeze my hand,

Maurice, can she?

Can she, Maurice?

Betty, love...She's gone.

Janet. Can you come here, please?

Coming!

Mr. Mainwaring.

Ow!

Oh...

Janet...

Coming!

What are you up to?

Something burnt me.

I can smell matches.

A tissue. It got burned too.

There's this circle of light.

Like tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell?

Where did it burn you?

My hand.

Looks alright to me.

What did you do to the camera?

It wasn't me.

Funny how they always go off when the poltergeist is active.

Hilarious.

Everyone was so kind. At the salon.

Fussing round me, like I'd just come out of hospital.

Then the questions started.

How's Mr. Grosse? How's he taking it?

Did he know all along? Was he in on it?

They're laughing at us, Maurice!

And laughing at you!

Beloff's blindsided by it.

Yeah, he's livid.

If there's one thing he does know how to do

it's cover his back.

He's going to prepare a paper for the journal.

Which will basically say that

we took a couple of excited young girls

and whipped them and each other into a frenzy.

Have you spoken to Doug or... Or anybody at "the mirror"?

No. They came to him of their own accord.

Their own free will. That's what he claims.

Guy, I'm sorry. I'm going to have to call you back.

Ok, old chum.

Your hair looks nice.

I only said it to get rid of them. So we could have you back.

They was 'orrible.

They wanted to do all sorts of tests on Janet.

Wires and things.

And they wouldn't let us watch telly.

They were the experts.

They didn't believe us anyway.

That you were faking it?

That we was telling the truth.

Even when I was covered in bleedin' ant stings.

They think we're doing this to each other.

Oh, my...

What about your mum?

Oh, my...God!

She wants you back too.

She is still worried about what Mrs. Craine said.

That it's a house of death for you.

These experts...

Just a load of old rubbish, aren't they?

Joe Watson asked for his ashes

to be scattered at highbury.

His son didn't even pick 'em up.

From the funeral parlor.

So, we take them to highbury and he leaves us alone.

It's not quite as easy as that.

But it does put us in a very strong position to be able to

try and drive out his spirit.

An exorcism?

It's not an exorcism. It's a disobsession.

With a priest?

Not a priest. No.

Is it going to hurt?

If we get this right, you're going to feel

light and free afterwards.

Yeah, but, we'll...We'll right here.

We need to... Tie her arms to the chair.

What?

Really?

For her own protection.

He really knows what he's doing?

Well, he's done it before.

In Brazil. Where the nuts come from.

Now, we must pay no attention... Whatever the spirit says

and on no acccount address it.

The only voice it must hear is mine.

Are we clear about that?

Yeah.

Is that alright? Are you hurting?

Yes.

If you drop that...

Janet, behave.

Sacred principle of the universe.

Infinite are your powers, absolute is your science.

Grant me the power to reflect your divine will.

Grant of me, divine father,

the delegation of having power over malevolent spirits.

Make of me, absolute lord...

A vehicle... Of your infinite love

to those who deserve it.

Hello, Joe.

Do you recognize this?

It's your ashes, Joe.

It's what's left of your body, after cremation.

They're in here... Because you're dead.

Not my ashes. Cat litter.

But they are your ashes, Joe.

You know that. So, what are you still doing here?

It's time for you to go.

If I go, I'm taking 'er with me!

You filthy old eunuch!

What do you want with the body of an 11-year-old girl?

This is not you. This is you.

This is what's left of what you were.

Don't you want to...

Playfire! Psst! Playfire!

...be at peace?

I've got something for your book.

...so tired...

Want to know what it is?

...keep you out...

...Proof. I'll give you proof.

...afraid of moving on?

Whatever you were, whatever you did, whatever you were,

it doesn't matter now, all is forgiven.

Doesn't that sound good?

Mum. I need to go to the toilet.

I really need to go, mum.

Don't...

You stupid bitch. I'll make you pay!

There is no hell. Is that what you're afraid of?

It doesn't exist. But there is an afterlife,

where all is forgiven, god forgives all,

and you know that, Joe,

so you have nothing to be frightened of.

You can go...

Grouse. Oi, grouse.

Don't you want to talk?

I've got someone 'ere who wants to talk to you.

Can you guess who it is?

Old man. Dad. Dad?

I can't take it. He's hurting me.

Just shove that back in her mouth.

So many holes in this one.

Spoilt for choice.

I like this one... At the back of 'er head.

Oh...

Do you repent, Joe?

Is that why you're here?

Because it's not too late.

Dad. Dad, why won't you help me?

It's not her, Maurice. It's not her.

All those wrongdoings.

Dad. Are you there?

You can let them all go. You can be your true self

again, without that awful burden, Joe.

That question...You asked me.

You know the one.

Yes.

That's enough, that's enough. I order you to go out!

Go out and leave her now!

Don't you want to know the answer?

Yes...

For god's sake, Maurice! For god's sake!

I don't forgive you.

Are you alright?

Here. Take this.

No, none of this. Thank you. It's gone.

You can feel it too?

Joe Watson has passed over.

How do you feel?

Bit funny.

Yeah, lighter.

Maybe I should have some chocolate.

Is that it, then?

Over?

# tous les garcons et les filles de mon age

# se promenent dans la rue deux par deux

# tous les garcons et les filles de mon age

# savent bien ce que c'est d'etre heureux

# et les yeux dans les yeux

# et la main dans la main

# ils s'en vont, amoureux

# sans peur du lendemain... #

I might sign off, old chum.

Alright, yes. Have a good evening.

No, I mean call it quits.

It's been days now.

We did it, Maurice.

We won.

Mm...

We won't know what to do with ourselves.

All this quiet.

I'll send you a draft of my book

before it goes to the publishers.

Make sure you're happy with everything.

It's not going to...Have all that language in it, is it?

What come out of Janet's mouth.

Oh, gosh, oh...

That's Joe Watson.

Oh, that's marvelous.

I was rather worried it was me.

Billy did the blood.

Well, thank you all very much.

Not me.

Of course, this isn't really goodbye.

I'd very much like to come and visit.

I dunno. We might be busy.

You're always welcome.

Look after yourself. Keep taking them pills.

Yeah, oh...Yeah.

What's this?

Nothing.

Well, it's not nothing, is it?

It's ashes.

Who is it?

Oh, don't worry. It's quite harmless now.

What's it doing here?

It's just a memento.

Maurice, this is not a museum of the dead.

Isn't it?

Get rid of them.

Now I'm gonna have a heart attack.

Look.

Maybe the poltergeist did it.

Maybe it's because I can't remember

the last time we changed the water.

We should tell Maurice.

Well, let's see how we go, eh?

Johnny's not gonna believe any of it.

Hm. He'll go, "it's so borin' 'ere..."

It'll be nice to have him home.

Don't feel the same without him, does it?

Maurice?

Oi, let me in. Stop messing about!

I dunno what time he'll be back.

Well, I've missed him.

Well, I haven't.

You have missed him.

I haven't...

Dad? Where are you?

I need to tell you something.

Vorid mech ge tenem agarka.

Listening to you moaning

on and on and on, all the fucking time!

Janet...

Ah...

She's broken a thumb. She's otherwise unscathed.

They're keeping her in.

Right...

Erm...they think she's been doing it to herself.

We should tell them.

We have.

Had a job persuading them it's not a criminal matter.

I thought Joe Watson had gone.

She's been talking in voices.

More than one, and not Joe's.

You know, a poltergeist is not just one spirit.

Perhaps in, er...In removing Joe Watson, we've allowed

something worse in.

Not just one. Scores.

It's my fault.

I didn't want it to be over.

If I said it was a poltergeist, would you pay me some attention?

I think that you think that...

I've left you.

But...I'm right here.

Just wish it was enough.

I... it is enough. It is.

I thought...

No, I can't. Not now. No.

It's back. She's in hospital. All alone. I...

She needs me.

I need you.

She's a girl.

But she's not our girl.

Ring. My ring!

They had to cut it off.

No!

Sh!

Burns.

They've done the best they can.

I'll be back to dress it again this evening.

There...

Tinkerbell.

That?

That's just...

Get some sleep.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help! Please, help me!

Help!

Help!

Once upon a time...

There was a girl...

Who lived a perfect life.

She had a mum and dad who loved her and...

Beautiful gardens, around a big house.

Everything...was perfect.

Except, every night, when she went to sleep,

she had this nightmare.

She was chained to a wall in a dripping dungeon.

She'd wake up crying and her mum would tell her,

"it's just a dream."

But night would come.

And she was back in the dungeon.

And now she knew why she was there.

They were gonna burn her...

As a witch.

Being awake was such a relief.

But it got harder to forget the dreams.

But finally...

The night came.

And they carried her out to the stake.

And as the skin...Started to blister and crack,

the smell of it filled her nostrils.

She knew...

It was the other life that was the dream.

Dosing Janet correctly has been a challenge.

She has a surprisingly high tolerance to a lot of the

benzodiazepams.

That's why we're keen to get her started on ect.

You can't just fry her brain.

It's barbaric.

What's barbaric is treating her with mystics and mediums.

This is Enfield, not Africa.

You cannot...Medicate away what is happening in that house.

You're guessing that this is caused by neurological factors.

But there is an abundance of evidence

that something external's been afflicting Janet for months.

And yet, the president of your society,

the very expert you call in,

assures us there is no such thing.

This man is an expert.

He knows how dangerous the poltergeist can be.

T-Tell them about the boy in Brazil. He was killed.

By a...Poltergeist?

Yeah.

Mr. Playfair, how exactly did he die?

Hanging.

Oh, he hanged himself?

It was the poltergeist. Tell them.

There was a note.

Yes, it said, erm...

It said, "I can't go on anymore. I'm sorry."

And that's precisely what we're trying to avoid with Janet.

I'm sorry...Er...I'm...

I'm not good with fancy words.

Janet's the clever one. She'd know...

What to say.

Erm, when... When their dad left...

Er, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to cope.

Not with the others so much. Well...

Johnny's a bit wild, but, erm...

Janet...

She can run rings round me.

And then this started,

and Mr. Grosse and Mr. Playfair come

and they was a match for her.

Almost...

They've been... So kind to us, and...

And...

I feel bad saying this, I really do, but...

It was nice for all of us

having men around the place.

And that's what this has all been about.

It's just been a bit of fun that we got carried away with.

Now, Janet, she's took it too far

and I should've told her that, but...

We was all so...Happy to have them there.

Now, she's...Wasted people's time and she's made things up

and she's...Hurt herself, but...

...she doesn't need electricity through her brain.

What she needs is for her mum to sit her down

and say, "enough."

Now, let me talk to her and it will stop.

Peggy, I...

I'm as opposed to ect as... As you are, but...

You can't pretend that this was just a...A fiction.

I'm not pretending. Not anymore.

We saw it...

Sofas overturning... Objects flying about...

There were four of us and only two of you.

The voice!

Her nan's good with voices.

Maurice. Maurice...

Sorry, Janet wouldn't do that!

With respect, mr grosse...

She's not your daughter.

There you are! I've been looking everywhere.

Come on. Let's go and prepare the...Welcome party...

Come on, old man.

What are you doing here?

You're not welcome.

I said you're not welcome.

Marilyn and Richard are coming over for dinner.

I told them that you were...Working away.

Maurice!

Maurice!

What...

Oh, no, please, Maurice. That was mum's...

Why didn't you tell me...

He had a motorbike?

Oh, Maurice...

She told you everything.

You're her mother!

Why did you let her get on the back of his motorbike?

Oh, Maurice, please... Don't ask me...

You...you've had the nerve... To blame me...

I don't... I never...

I don't ever blame you.

That I let it happen.

That we weren't there.

That I didn't go and kill the little swine

before he killed her.

Our daughter...

Our precious little...

Our precious little girl. Our precious...

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I thought Janet was there.

Our Janet.

But she wasn't.

It's over.

No. You have to save that poor girl.

I've seen it.

I've seen...What it does.

Mm..?

But you don't believe it.

I do.

I've always believed it.

And I believe in you.

Morning.

Mr. Grosse.

Hello, Janet.

Remember me?

Is he the...

The milkman?

No milk today, thank you...Maurice!

What's that?

What?

Is it a love bite?

Oh, I've got bruises all over from the poltergeist.

They don't make you blush...

I had it repaired.

Oh...Oh.

Any, er...Activities?

Just these voices.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

I'm not having her go back to hospital.

Not on any count.

Do we...Do we do another disobsession?

And another? And another?

How many voices have you counted already?

35?

It's the relentlessness that gets them, in the end.

That's when Braulio hanged himself.

I'm sure nothing like that will happen.

Shall we get out of here?

When I told you about my angina,

you said that you...

You get a tightness in your chest.

Like there's a scream that you can't get out.

And that when the voice came

the...the tightness went away. That's what you said.

Yeah.

Well...well, some people would think that...

That poltergeists happen when...

When people are repressing their anger.

You can't push it away, anger.

It's like... It's like air under linoleum.

It pops up somewhere else.

And that's the poltergeist?

We running away?

No. We're gonna stop running away.

Say what you really feel. Here.

Where no one can hear you.

You can hear me.

What?

Shut up, you 'orrible, great big, loud, old bird.

Shut up!

That's it, go on: Put it into words. Go on, you...

I hate you, professor beloff,

because you... you stinky old... You think you know it all!

I hate you, professor beloff!

Because...

Because you were mean when the ants stung me

and you didn't let us watch telly!

I hate you motorcyclists because you...

You're not safe!

And I hate the doctors and nurses at the hospital!

Especially the Irish one with the onion breath!

And I hate Johnny for calling me a moron!

Well, he's the moron!

And I hate mum for being stupid and old and letting dad leave!

And I hate dad! I hate him!

Go on!

And I hate Doreen 'cause she's a slut!

And I hate the poltergeist for smashing my head in!

And burning me!

I hate Maurice and guy and everyone,

'cause they don't want to make it go away!

I want to smash the stupid fucking little poltergeist

into little pieces and make Dr. bloody beloff eat it up...

Oh, I'm sorry...

Ow!

Oh, my god! Maurice, I'm so sorry!

No, no, it's...It's alright.

It's alright, we were... we were just having a bit of fun.

We'll move on...

Sorry I hit you.

Yeah, but it felt good, though, eh?

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you. You've just got a poltergeist.

No. Before that.

Everybody goes.

Dad, Margaret, and...

You.

Your dad going is not your fault.

Him leaving was about him and your mum.

It's nothing... Nothing to do with you.

And, Margaret, she's a good sister.

She'll always be your sister

and you'll have a bond like no one else.

She'll meet a boy some day,

and she'll spend her life with him.

And so will you.

Not someone silly and unreliable,

like your dad, but...

Someone who'll see what a special girl you are.

Why is there stones on it?

Well, it's a Jewish tradition.

Can I put one on?

Course you can.

That's it now. You're family.

We can get rid of this poltergeist,

but me you're stuck with.

That question you ask her...

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm never gonna get the answer.

I'm just gonna have to live with that.

Janet..? Are you... You alright?

Janet...

It's been going crazy.

What have you two been up to?

Its' Maurice.

What?

He's the one keeping the poltergeist here.

It's him.

What's going on?

Er...

Look, old chum. I think there's something we need to try.

No Mr. Craine?

He didn't want me to come.

And he was right.

I said the first time was a mistake.

I said, "don't make contact," and you did.

I can't control any o' this.

And I won't be responsible for the death of a child.

If you don't do this, you will be responsible.

Shouldn't we listen to what Lindy's saying..?

We know what we're doing.

And it has to be done.

Isn't that right, Mrs. H.?

Are you sure?

It's the only way.

Now!

Can you see me?

Fuck off!

Lavet kunem, bozi tghah!

We had ox cheek.

Was the first meat I'd 'ad in two weeks.

So...at first I thought it was that.

Then I was on the street,

home from the shop, and I couldn't help meself.

I had to go to the toilet.

Out it come, like water.

Then the top end too!

You are children of god.

You are children of god. Go towards the light.

Piss off! Why doesn't he go towards the light?

What's that light doing?

Don't you know there's a war on?

Lindy! I want to speak to Lindy. Is Lindy there?

Lindy, you said this was a house of death for Maurice.

Is it still?

It is a house of death for Maurice.

Not his death.

There's someone here.

Someone wants to tell him something.

Janet..?

They gave me an emetic.

"What you want to give me that for?" Says I.

"It's keeping it down that's the problem!"

Every night. Every bleedin' night.

Is that Janet? I don't... I don't understand.

I...i...i...

I can't hear you.

...and your brains will spill out,

and I'll throw my head back, and I'll laugh...

Dad..?

Janet..?

Hey, old man.

Is that you?

Yes, dad.

It's me.

Oh...i...

Are you alright?

It's been a bit bumpy.

But...it's fine now.

I've been wanting to get through to you.

But it's so hard.

All this noise.

I wanted to answer your question.

No.

I don't...Forgive you...

...because there's nothing to forgive.

I'm tired...

Is it ok if I go?

Yes.

We love you.

Me and your mum.

I know.

It's time to go.

Janet...

Can you take everyone with you?

Doing it. We're going now and...

It's beautiful, dad.

Goodbye, Janet.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

She's gone.

Thank you.

Alright, old chum?

Yes, guy.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

What will you do?

Well, I've got all this stuff to write up.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

First of all, I'm going to set my mind

to a bloody good rebuttal of beloff's hatchet job.

Come and help me, if you're at a loose end.

I'd like that. Thank you. Yes.

# they pulled in, just behind the bridge

# he lays her down, he frowns

# "gee, my life's a funny thing

# "am I still too young?"

# he kissed her, then and there

# she took his ring, took his babies

# it took him minutes, took her nowhere

# heaven knows, she'd have taken anything

# all night

# she wants the young American

# young American, young American

# she wants the young American

# all night

# she wants the young American

# scanning life through the picture window

# she finds the slinky vagabond

# he coughs as he passes the Ford mustang, but

# heaven forbid, she'll take anything

# but the freak, and his type, all for nothing

# misses a step and cuts his hand, but

# showing nothing, he swoops like a song

# she cries, "where have all papa's heroes gone?"

# all night... #