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I'll do it. But it has to be done.

In the kitchen... You agreed to murder.

- Move! - I'm not letting you do it.

Annie: /'//do it.

- Do what? - Stake him.

Let me deal with it.

- We must keep this to ourselves. - It's not proof.

I'm going to make you tell me everything.

N I na: You need to come to Barry. You need to talk to a man called John Mitchell.

It's going to be the most beautiful day.

Something, something, something, e, something, something, 8?

Mitchell: Ah... it's every time I open my mouth... and there's a dent.

Something, something, something...

Yeah, there's a definite dent.

E, something, something, s?

Here, have a feel of this.

Don't come any closer.

- No, seriously, have a feel of it. - I said, do not come near me.

And what? You want me to apologise?

I'm the one who looks like I'm wearing my face inside out.

You're the one who should be apologising.

I told you to let her die.

- I wanted some company! - You've got company.

- Other company, herrick! - I said no recruitment.

And why not?

- It doesn't matter any more. - No, no, why not, herrick?

Ah, did you have something special planned? Oh.

You know, the old ones, they kill at will... but they don't recruit lightly.

In fact, most of them only do it once.

They choose a protégé.

It's an eternal bond.

I don't need a protégé.

It isn't always about you.

Why do you think some of us live for ever, and others are like... fireflies?

Because some of us are smart and some of us are stupid.

If you choose an heir,

they inherit all your secrets.

They become... a dark angel -

your protector,

your saviour.

- Saviour from what? - Oh...

Perhaps a fate we've been lead to believe

there is no salvation from.

If something happens to you...

They can bring you back.

And that's possible?

That and so much more.

So you want me to be your heir?

Oh, er...

Tomb service.

- Hello. - I like watching you sleep.

I look at you and I think, "she's mine.

"She's all mine."

Mmm... that's sweet.

Creepy and slightly Ted Bundy-esque, but sweet.

Me and you...

Mum and dad.

Mmm.

We're going to be the ones that have to teach them how to ride a bike,

we're going to have to set their curfew.

We're going to have to...

Relocate to 1950s america, where they actually used the term "curfew"?

That's hilarious.

I'm sorry, but you're just too easy.

I'm easy? You're the one that's knocked up.

Oh!

It's not exactly the ideal baby-raising environment, though, is it?

Well, what is?

I don't know. Somewhere without a dementia-ridden vampire

lurking in the attic, perhaps?

You don't need to worry about herrick.

We'll work something out.

Look“.

We have to start thinking about the future,

our child and the little world we're going to create for him or her.

I'd do anything to make sure that world was safe, George.

Anything.

- Did you miss me? - Oh, shit! Annie, you frightened me.

Well, I'm a ghost - it's my prerogative.

So, can I get you anything? Coffee?

Tea?

Coffee'd be great.

- What are you doing, anyway? - Nothing.

- What's all this? - It's nothing. It's just...

What's got into you?

- Annie, don't... - Oh, my god.

I don't...

I can't believe it.

- All right, look, I can explain. - Has he seen it yet?

- Who? - "Who"? George! Does he know?

I'm so sorry, George.

Stop all the clocks.

Cut off the telephone.

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.

But know that you are not in this thing alone.

There's always a place in me that you can call home.

When you feel like we're growing apart,

let us just go back, back,

back, back,

back“.

Back to the start. You've got to fight...

Ok, then. Why don't we give George and Nina some space?

- Yeah. - Mm-hm.

We'll be upstairs if you want anything.

All right.

What did I do?

It's difficult to find the right words at times like this.

Why not rely on those of the literary greats, like auden...

And Cheryl Cole?

Did I...

- Did I punch him? - Yeah.

See, this is what happens - I panic.

I'm not very good with death.

- What was I thinking? - You were trying to make it better.

That's what you do.

You make things...

You make people... better.

What was he like?

Bodng.

I'd look at the other kids at my school, and there was always drama.

Someone's father was an alcoholic, someone else's gambled,

someone's parents were getting divorced.

I mean, from the outside, it almost seemed glamorous.

But my dad... he worked hard, he never played away...

I don't think I ever even heard him raise his voice.

He's...

He was...

Ordinary,

bodng.

I don't think I ever realised...

Just how wonderful that was.

I need to go, Nina.

- To the service? - Yeah. Do you think it's a bad idea?

Well, no...

But... I don't know, just you turning up there...

Well, no-one need know I'm there if I'm discreet.

We better get a move on.

- Nina. - I need to call work.

Nina...| think I need to do this alone.

Alone?

You understand, don't you?

Mm, well...

If there's anything you need,

anything at all...

I know.

I know.

I've felt it too.

Right now you're praying to a god that you don't believe in,

- begging for him to take the pain away... - Ah...!

Or just let you die.

But if god does exist, he doesn't listen to people like you and me.

I can help you, herrick.

Do you want me to help you? Do you want me to make this go away?

- Of course I do. - You know why you're suffering.

- I don't. - You know.

You might not understand it yet, but you know. It's an instinct.

- You need to drink. - No.

Not this insanity.

That's what she said. That girl, when she found me.

"Drink," she said. I wouldn't then... I wouldn't now.

I can make you powerful again. I can make you strong again.

And you never did give me my inheritance.

We've had extremely long lives, herrick, and finally, finally I feel complete.

I feel happy. I'm not ready for this to end.

I am not ready to leave her.

A werewolf ripped you to pieces, yet you survived.

I need you to tell me how.

I'm not enough.

I'm never gonna be enough.

You need real blood.

You need fresh, human blood.

Man born of a woman has but a short time to live.

Like a flower, he blossoms and then withers.

Like a shadow, he eres and never stays.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

To whom can we turn for help but to you, lord?

We have entrusted our brother, George, to god's merciful keeping.

George?

I don't... I can't... I...

I don't dare believe it.

My god... George?

I thought you were dead.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Ihoped,

I prayed, I dreamt, but I never actually...

Here you are.

You've come back.

You've come back to me.

Say something to your old man.

I've missed you, dad.

So you're telling me I'm a ghost, I'm dead, that's my funeral,

that's my coffin, and I'm a ghost...

And nobody can see me...

- Or hear me. - I know.

It does take a little bit of getting used to.

You'll be fine, dad.

I wish /thought so.

You will. I promise.

Three years, and then you finally come back,

and it's like this, under these circumstances.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful, but, um,

I just feel so...

What?

Guilty.

Because now I know why you left.

Why you stayed away, what made you run and hide.

Now you know? You know?

You know what I am?

Yeah.

- Do you think I'm a freak? - Of course I don't, son.

Annie knew too.

She knew the moment she met me - it's supernaturals,

they see the crosses others bear so clearly, the scars on their soul.

- Annie? - She's my friend. She's a ghost too.

When... did you start...?

I mean, how did it, you-you-you know, begin?

Well, it was in Scotland.

That's when...

It's still quite difficult for to...

I wish you'd come to me, talked to me.

You couldn't have changed anything, dad.

It's not like there's a cure.

For the rest of my life, I'm gonna be howling at the moon.

You poor thing.

Besides, I don't want to burden you with any of this, or mum.

She never gave up hope, you know.

Well, she was right not to.

What the hell is that prick doing here?

- Who? - Him, mr logue.

Taught me pe, remember? Made my life a bloody misery.

Left me hanging from the high bars for 45 minutes once.

Still can't watch the Olympics without having flashbacks.

- You didn't even know him! - No, I didn't know him.

What exactly is going on?

All right?

Woman: Hi. Hold, please.

Thanks.

- Woman: Are you John Mitchell? - Yeah.

DC Reid from cid.

I just need to ask you a few questions.

If you could try and answer them, that would be great.

If you can't, that's fine too, because this is basically a barrel of balls.

I'm from the major time-wasting unit.

I just need to make sure I inconvenience

as many people as possible today.

Oh. My heel broke.

I fell so ungraciously, it was borderline pornographic.

And then I saw a homeless guy laugh at me.

It's been a spectacular day thus far.

I take it you don't like blood.

I'm not a huge fan myself, which can be problematic in homicide.

Is it all right if I clean myself up a bit, please?

- Yeah, sure. Come on in. - Thanks.

George: So this is where you've been living?

George snr: Yeah.

I-I-I can't get my head around this. What happened with you and mum?

When did she start seeing mr logue?

Well, they both attended the same salsa dancing class.

Salsa dancing?

Yeah. And, well, they were partnered up for the cha-cha...

No, wait, I tell a lie, it was the rumba.

And basically...

It just went from there.

Well, how does it go from "kick ball change"

to suddenly walking out on a 25-year marriage

and shacking up with a failed athlete?

Kick ball change is a jazz step, isn't it?

Um... no, no, they do use it in Latin American too.

Oh, really?

Yeah, I'm sure I've seen it on sir/ow. This is not the point!

Look, George, I was as surprised as you.

The last thing I expected her to tell me was she had a lover.

Oh, my god... ugh!

I don't know what's worse - the fact that you're a ghost

or you just used the word "lover". What did you do when you found out?

Oh, whoa, whoa, relax there, valentino

No, she'd made up her mind.

He makes her happy.

I obviously couldn't.

What? Did you think time would stand still when you left?

No, of course not. It's just him living in our house

and you shacked up here like... king of the gypsies.

- Yeah, that wasn't a compliment, dad. - Come on, I'll make us a cup of tea.

Oh, god, not another ghost who makes tea they can't drink.

Oh, er, force of habit.

So, what now?

This passing over, what does it involve, exactly?

It's not as daunting as it sounds.

- Basically a door appears... - A door?

Yeah, a door comes, and you walk through it.

- What kind of door? - What do you mean?

Well, what type of door is it?

Wooden? Glazed? Pvc? Panelled?

What? This is what concerns you?!

Not what lies beyond the door but the materials used to construct it?

So you're saying, when I least expect it, a door will just pop up,

and I'll walk through it,

and you'll wake up one morning, and I'll be gone... for ever.

It's not when you least expect it. You're hanging around for a reason.

There's obviously something you still need to do.

You do that thing, and the door comes.

Here we are.

Well, what happened? I don't understand.

Oh, there was a fire.

A fire?

You died in a fire?

- I didn't realise... - Well, it doesn't matter how I died.

Of course it matters! A fire, that's... that's painful, it's frightening.

Oh, George, no, it wasn't like that, honestly.

- Don't lie to me, dad. - No. I... I fell asleep. I did.

Fell asleep and... When I opened my eyes, it was over.

How did it even start?

Um, I don't know.

You must have some idea.

I'd like to leave now, George.

I don't know what possessed me to come back here, anyway.

- Dad... - No, I'd like to leave now, George.

A nurse.

It seems I lucked out. So, are you going out, then, you and John?

Mitchell? No.

- Nina: God, no! No, no. No. - DC Reid: You live here, though?

Yeah, with my boyfriend.

- The decor's quite... interesting. - It was like that when we moved in.

- DC Reid: Christ, you got shafted! - Nina: Just a bit.

80, um, you want to speak with Mitchell?

Yeah, I'm working on this murder investigation...

It's not as interesting as it sounds.

I'm basically working my way through the incident record books,

which are anonymous tip-offs given by any nutter with an axe to grind.

I couldn't be further away from real police work

if I was straddling a pole in spearmint rhino.

Although, saying that,

I did know a detective who worked there once, undercover.

She stayed on in the end. The money was better.

So, um, someone... someone tipped you off about Mitchell?

Nina, you can relax. It's just routine.

Your friend doesn't have anything to worry about.

Because I'm - and I use this term loosely - "investigating"

this box tunnel 20 massacre...

- Is that for me? - Yes.

- Yeah, go ahead. - Thank you.

I've been sent out to follow up...

My god, that's a good cup of tea.

Seriously, I think I've shagged people for less.

Do you have any biscuits?

Nina, give the lady some biscuits.

Jesus“.

DC Reid: Er, sorry.

I asked for a biscuit, not a kidney.

Oh, sorry, I wasn't...

I was... I was talking to myself.

You've been sent out to follow up...?

Potential leads. Somebody said you might have some information for us.

Why would I have any information? Why would anyone say that?

It's probably someone you've pissed off. Maybe an ex-girlfriend.

Or one of the neighbours. Maybe they don't like your hair,

or maybe they find that accent really annoying. You might never find out.

I don't know anything about this. Nothing... at all.

Thank you for your time and for a truly extraordinary cup of tea.

Nancy, stop with the tea.

- That's it? - That's it.

Cool, I'll walk you to the door.

Oh, god.

Who do you think would give them Mitchell's name?

Like she said, he'll probably never find out.

This is Mitchell we're talking about. He'll find out.

- Nina... - George, look, I really feel

I should be with you at a time like this, so I think I'm going to come down.

Listen, Nina, you're not going to believe this, / '|/e met my dad age/n

- and he's a ghost - come again?

Are you joking?

- I can't believe you've never seen it. - I didn't think I'd like it.

What, so over 1,500 people drowning

while Celine Dion wails like a banshee, what's not to like?

Seriously, dad, I don't think that's your unfinished business.

Well, couldn't she have moved over a bit?

That piece of wood she was floating on was massive.

What else have I got?

An unpaid newspaper tab.

One, two, three, four, five, six, that's six.

Six sixty,

sorry, six eighty.

I'm ten pence short.

No, no, no, you don't understand.

You can't let me off, it has to be the correct, exact amount.

Um... I must have 10p somewhere, wait a moment.

Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.

And the fact that you told auntie Linda you could eat pasta on the atkins diet.

Could you tell Linda that you can't actually eat carbs on the atkins diet?

Yes, I am serious.

George snr: That's pathetic.

When I'm gone...

And your mind's at rest

and you know that I'm ok,

well, then, then you can go and see your mum.

Mum? Oh, no, no, no, dad, I came back for your funeral, that's all.

I need to keep all this, what I am, what I've become, away from her.

She'd cope, George. I did.

Dad, death gives you a great sense of perspective.

I'm not going to see her.

I can't ever do that.

So, your dad's a ghost.

And a pikey.

Nina: Hello.

Mitchell: Annie, can we just forget about it?

Annie: Forget about it?!

Someone is trying to link you to the murder of 20 innocent people, Mitchell.

You heard what she said, it's probably nothing.

I might believe that if you weren't so shaken by it.

What? No, I'm not.

- I know you, Mitchell. - Annie, really, I'm not.

No, no, no, don't do that.

Don't put your mask on.

There's no point, I can see through it.

Something is worrying you.

Please, tell me what it is.

There was this girl, this vampire girl I sort of knew.

Her name was Daisy and she had this...

I see.

- Do you still have feelings for this girl? - No, no, it's not that...

You won't understand.

Try me.

No matter what I think of her, of what she may or may not have done,

talking to the police, it throws an unwelcome light on our world.

It's a betrayal.

So you'd rather be punished for something that you didn't do?

- They don't suspect me! - How can you be so sure?

Someone out there is trying to connect you to this.

- You have to go to the police, Mitchell. - We have a code.

It's not an honourable one, but we have to live by it, Annie. All right?

- We? - Yeah.

The only "we" is you and me.

And if you won't protect yourself, then I will.

Annie, don't...

Jesus Christ.

How was your journey, Nina?

Yeah, yeah, it was good... It was fine.

Oh, god... go on!

What do you think of this?

Oh, it's a torch.

It's a torch with a spoon. A spoon-torch.

Sporch.

It's amazing what they think of!

But I suppose, when you live life on the open road,

everything has to earn its place.

No room for luxuries.

Oh, that'll be our cupcakes.

So, er... so you're, um...

George tells me that you're... Like him.

That you... you and he have the same, er...?

Ah. Yes. We are indeed.

Is that how you met, then?

You both had this... unique...

Condition?

Um... well, yeah, we met at the hospital.

We had an argument. Well, I say argument,

it consisted of me ranting in his general direction.

Sounds like the arguments I used to have with my wife.

I'm trying to rein it in a bit.

Oh, no, don't do that.

- No? - No. It's good.

It's spark. It's life.

When George left, Ruth, that's his mum...

Well, she retreated into herself.

And, um... I couldn't drag her back.

I tell you something.

When everything fades to silence, you miss those one-sided arguments.

I don't know what else to do. I mean, he could be talking about strangers.

I left, and everything just fell apart.

Your dad said that too.

- What? - Well, the reason they split up.

It wasn't just because she was having an affair. Well, not really.

It's just... when you went missing, it tore their world in two, George.

What, he said that? That it's my fault?

- He doesn't think that. - Well, it's the truth, though, isn't it?

Look, he wanted me to ask you something.

What?

His unfinished business.

He doesn't think it's something he needs to do.

He thinks it's something that you need to do.

If you could visit your mum.

If you could be reunited, a family again...

He knows that he'll be able to move on.

Nina, I can't do that.

I don't think you have a choice.

I don't understand.

I'm just passing on the message, Nancy drew.

Don't call me that. You know I hate it.

- Come on, it's funny. - Oh, is it?

Do you find it funny when people call you closet Cooper?

Who calls me closet Cooper?

No-one. Look, I just want to go and speak to the guy again. I just...

- I just have a feeling about him. - Oh, I'm sorry. A "feeling"?

You should have said. I'll get the cuffs.

Look, I didn't just go down there and interview him Willy-nilly.

We were given his name. He was living in Bristol at the time of the murders.

So was my great-aunt Mabel. It's a dead lead, Nancy, drop it.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. You're office bound for the foreseeable.

- What? - Boss's orders.

He wants you to help out with the witness appeal.

Cooper, Cooper! Wait, please.

Look, I know I can be a pain in the arse sometimes,

but I am barely clinging onto this investigation.

And it matters.

This one matters.

I saw those men and women.

Or what was left of them.

All I want to do is help catch the bastard that butchered them.

And you will... Nancy.

You will.

Did I just say "Willy-nilly"?

Don't beat yourself up about it.

This place will be the death of me.

Tell me about it, Reid. Tell me about it.

Hi, mum.

Look, Reid, I know you didn't want me to,

but I've had a word with the governor,

asked him to get that Cooper prick off your back.

He didn't say very much, but you know how he likes to keep his cards

close to his chest. He's quite the...

Lia?

So hold on. I just want to make sure I have this right.

You left home three years ago because you decided to...?

- Join a cult. - Join a cult. Good.

That's what I thought you said.

And you made no attempt to contact your mother

and put her out of her misery because...?

Because it was like a prison.

And we had to escape in the end, didn't we, Nina?

I was in the cult?!

- I was. I was in the cult. - She was in the cult.

- You had to escape? - Mm-hm. Yeah, we, um...

We secretly chipped away at this wall every day, then covered up the hole

with this old poster of Raquel Welch.

Until eventually we were able to tunnel our way out of there.

Isn't that the plot of she wshank redemption?

Well, that's where we got the frankly ludicrous idea from.

- What was the name of the cult? - The name of the cult was called

the, er, church of earth. The church of earth...

- Wind and fire. - Fire.

- I can't believe this. - I'm so sorry, mum.

I thought you were going to tell me that... you'd had an accident.

That you'd suffered memory loss.

Yes, which arguably would have made more sense.

I'm sorry, ruthie, but you'll have to take some of the responsibility here.

No. No, it's not mum's fault.

I mean, he couldn't have had much of a disciplined upbringing.

And if you don't get the basics right,

they are going to be screwed up, aren't they?

You sound like an expert, Marcus.

- I'm a teacher. - Of rounders.

His dad wasn't very good at discipline.

He wasn't very good at anything, apart from getting himself killed.

Don't you dare!

Oh, anger management issues as well. How lovely.

Ignore him.

Look, mum, the important thing is that I'm ok. I'm fine.

I didn't know that. Did I? I've been so scared.

I've been scared for three whole years.

Have you any idea how selfish, how cruel that was?

I don't know you at all, George.

Mum... please.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it's amazing, really, when you think about it.

How everything is linked. Everything happens for a reason.

- Without no this, there'd be no that... - Annie, Annie, slow down.

Mitchell, look.

Who's that?

Surely you know.

No. Why would I?

In that place. Before you came to get me back,

before you saved me, she was there.

- I thought you might have met her. - No.

Oh, ok, all right, then.

- Why do you have her photograph? - She was murdered, Mitchell.

In the box tunnel 20.

This beautiful young girl, her whole life ahead of her.

So you see, I... I need to help Nancy solve this case.

Not just for your sake.

For Lia's too.

See? Told you it wouldn't work, he's still here.

Dad?

Dad...?

Oh, my god! You're not dead!

I can explain.

I'd been promised one thing, and given something else.

When Ruth said she was leaving,

it was like the punch line of a really terrible joke.

I thought, "is that it? Is this how it ends?"

One night, well, it was the early hours of the morning, I couldn't sleep,

so I went down to the allotments.

The place was a mess - smoke and ash everywhere.

My shed had burnt to the ground. And Paul's there.

- Who's Paul? - That's dad's friend.

He's a police officer.

When he saw me, he nearly collapsed.

He tells me they found a body in my shed.

That it doesn't even look human any more.

Who was it?

Most likely some homeless guy looking for a bit of warmth.

Everyone assumed it was me.

So Paul hands me his phone, so I can let people know I'm ok.

And, er... I'm just looking at it thinking,

"who do I call?

"My wife?

"My son?"

That's when I got the idea.

Paul thought it was insane, of course...

But I convinced him to help me.

We made sure George sands died in that fire.

Why would you even want that?

I needed to... start over.

Go somewhere else, be somebody else.

By the time you turned up, well, it had all gone too far.

But when you started talking about unfinished business, I thought,

"good, I can stall things for a bit."

Spend some time with you.

Why did you go? To yourfuneral, I mean.

- I wanted to see Ruth before I left. - You still love her?

You can't just walk away from her, dad.

She walked away from me.

She still loves you too.

- That's not true. - I know she does, she...

She chose him.

"Always in my thoughts, always in my heart, you're Ruth."

That should be y-o-u-r. There's no apostrophe if it's a possessive...

Dad!

You really think she still loves me?

Yes, so for Christ's sakes, go and win her back!

Ruth. Ruth, I need you to listen to me.

That's much better. That's great. Very strong, very focused.

- I'm the one you should be with. - Brilliant!

- And the reasons for this are threefold. - Oh, again with the threefold!

Dad, you're not trying to secure her vote for the local election.

We need to nail this. She's expecting us soon.

Trust me, we will. Look, just come on.

Manly, macho. You know, the new George senior has arrived.

I'm taking you back, Ruth, whether you like it or not!

No, no, we've tipped completely the other way now.

Yeah, you're a bit rapey now. Can we make it lighter, you know, charming?

- Yeah. Just be... funny. - Like funny butch.

Yeah, witty, but tough.

Like rugged, but quirky.

Yeah. You know like...

Like, um...

- Like popeye? - Yes.

No. Popeye's not really what we're going for.

- More bluto? - What, the dog?

The dog? No, that's pluto.

- Bluto was popeye's rival, wasn't he? - That's riveting stuff.

Why don't we leave popeye and co to the side, and take it from the beginning.

All right? Now remember,

clear, confident,

focused.

- Let's do this properly, then. - Er, mum...

I think... I think there's something you should know.

George?

Oh, you're having a fucking laugh!

Don't look so pleased to see me.

Come on in.

I've only got five burgers on the grill,

but if you're expecting any more dead relatives to drop by,

do let me know, I'll put some more on.

Why would anyone do that, George?

- It's insane. - Do you like the cake?

We couldn't lay our hands on

a "welcome home, you're not actually dead" banner.

Even though there's obviously a growing market for them.

- I thought you didn't want me any more. - Oh, for god's sake, man!

You could have joined guardian soulmates, or something.

Oh, would you everjust shut up?

You're not seriously going to listen to this, are you, Ruth?

Oh!

Well, I'm not.

At the funeral, I saw you.

You looked... you looked so upset.

Of course I was upset. You were my husband, George.

- I loved you. - Loved or love?

You know, when I told you about Marcus, I thought, well, if nothing else,

it'll shake him up a bit.

If nothing else, I'll see some life in him.

Be it disgust, regret, anger...

Anything.

But do you remember what you said?

You looked at me and you said, "that's a shame."

You didn't fight for me... for us.

- I'm fighting for you now. - Too much has changed.

This could be a new beginning, Ruth. For both of us.

- What do you say? - Actually, I'm not having any of it.

Get out! All of you. Come on.

Excuse me, don't touch him.

- Please, stop it. What are you doing? - I'm putting an end to the madness.

- You can't throw me out of my own home. - It's not your home any more.

You might as well have gone up in a cloud of smoke, George,

because you are dead to her.

This is my house, that is my wife, and you, sir,

you're nothing but a prick.

Get in!

I can't believe you did that.

I came back from the dead for you, Ruth.

How many men can manage that?

I love you, George.

Bye-bye.

You take care now.

I am well out of it!

You're a bunch of weirdos.

The lot of you.

Ha-ha-ha! You don't know the half of it.

Thank you. Both of you.

Well, it's my fault we're in this mess in the first place.

But you're back now. We're together again.

A family again. That's all that matters.

Listen, mum...

I wasn't really in a cult.

Your father told me... About your illness.

Oh, I'm not ill, either.

Well, not exactly. Look, the reason I left...

- The reason... - George, are you sure about this?

It's hard to...

Actually say the words.

You take your time, son.

I'm a werewolf.

Now... you are taking some form of medication at the moment,

aren't you, George?

Mm-hm.

You're going to get better, son. Me and your mum, we'll make sure of that.

I know you will.

I mean, I did know a Daisy, but...

No, Mitchell, tell her, tell her.

She needs to know. Leave out the vampire bits, but tell her.

Do you know Daisy's surname?

Um... oh...

Hannigan... hannigan...

Hannigan-spitteri.

- Unfortunate. - Yeah.

So, did this girl...

Woman ever say anything about the box tunnel 20 to you?

- Would you like a drink? - I'm good.

Mitchell, what's wrong with you?

Did she mention the box tunnel 20 to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, she did. Um...

- Shortly after it happened. - What did she say?

I can't remember exactly.

- Great. - She just...

She seemed to know a lot about it.

She could describe the scene and the bodies.

It was as if she'd been there.

Have you any idea where I might find her?

No, I don't. I'm so sorry.

Fantastic. Can I use your bathroom, please, John?

Yeah, yeah, sure, it's upstairs.

George: Well, I told them.

I mean, they're probably going to try and have me sectioned,

- but I did tell them. - You did, and I'm very proud of you.

- George: Are you off, then? - Yeah.

- You take care of each other now. - We will do.

Enjoy cornwall.

I'm going to fly, Jack. I'm going to fly!

- Did your dad just misquote Titanic? - Yeah, just... don't ask.

Nina: Bye.

Can I help you?

Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you.

That's ok. Do you live here?

I'm staying with my niece.

Nina. I met her, she's lovely.

- You smell nice. - Thank you.

And John. I've met John.

I know you have.

He's lovely too.

You don't think so?

You wouldn't either, if you knew.

Knew what?

What lies beneath the surface.

What's that?

I can't tell you.

It's a secret.

I'm very good with secrets.

There's nobody here.

You can whisper it if you like.

You'll have to come closer.

I can't tell you,

but I can show you.

Show me what?

Where he buries his nightmare.

My god...

- Everything ok? - Yeah.

Sorry. I was just... talking to Billy, Nina's uncle.

Sweet man.

- I'll be on my way, then. - Right.

If I hear anything from Daisy...

- I'll let you know. - Thanks.

You know...

I thought you were supposed to solve crimes, not commit them.

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

That's not true, is it, Nancy?

You've taken something that doesn't belong to you.

I think you should give it back.

- It's quite the collection, John. - It interests me, that's all.

- Bit of a sick hobby. - So's taxidermy,

but there's no law against that either.

Now, unless you're going to produce a warrant from that ridiculous bag,

I suggest you give me back that book.

I won't ask you again.

You really shouldn't have done that, Nancy.

Gotcha!

What's all this?

Annie has started fighting crime.

The old herrick knows the answers, so we need to find him, now!

Something's different.

I'd like to speak to Nina's uncle Billy again. I don't bite.

Mitchell, I implore you, keep that woman away from me.

John Mitchell... I'm coming to get you.

Yes! Sort of.