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Isn't this nice? You do make a handsome couple.

All we're doing is marking time until the inevitable happens.

Kind of like life then?

Lady Catherine: The conflict between the werewolves

and the vampires generates such an energy,

upon which the devil feasts.

Hal and Tom. They'll ruin everything.

We'll never have the chaos we need while they're around.

Alex: It doesn't make sense. Something must have happened.

Type 2's, vampires.

Clearly a blood bank gone wrong.

They're quite common in big cities,

a surfeit of fools with warm veins and no wherewithal.

Some type 2's like to think their affliction can be controlled.

But, no matter how civilized the arrangement,

the monster is simply lying in wait.

Do you know what I tell myself every morning?

No care, all responsibility.

You will best serve her majesty and the government

if this doesn't affect you.

Come in, clean up, clock off.

No care, all responsibility.

Remember that, and you'll have a bright future in this department...

Shh!

Human.

Come now. Quickly.

It's okay. I won't hurt you.

No care, all responsibility.

Close your eyes. Don't look at the monsters.

57, 58,

60, 61...

Knock, knock. House meeting.

Look, you don't say "knock knock", you actually knock knock.

Knuckles to wood. Like a normal person.

For you. Because you're so normal.

Can we do the house meeting now? I'm late for work.

Right, okay. I call this house meeting to order.

Hear ye, hear ye, yada yada yada.

Erm... item number one: Bobby didn't want to kill himself.

- Alex, we've been over this... - No, listen to me.

I remembered something.

Right after I saw Bobby that night, and he was happy as a clam?

He spoke to hatch.

- So? - That's what I said.

But that's not all. Item number two:

I am 99% sure that hatch looked at me.

- He could've been looking at anything! - That's what I said.

Look, Alex, listen, you're trying to make sense of something

that just fundamentally doesn't make sense.

That's what I said. Sort of.

Even if you're right, there's no harm in making sure.

Tom, time for item number three.

Yeah, but I still don't know how I'm gonna say all that stuff natural-like.

Well, just drop it into conversation when you're making his tea. It's easy.

"Morning, captain. Have you ever had a near-death experience?

"And what are your feelings on the occult?"

- See? You can do it. Now, hal... - I'm busy.

- Right, can I go now, please? - With what?

All you've done for the past two days is wail on your pecs

and shuffle around muttering show tunes.

They're not show tunes.

Gilbert and Sullivan wrote operettas, not musicals.

I am so embarrassed for you right now.

What's wrong with you anyway? You're so... squirly.

Squirly? It's not a word.

Even if it was, I am not being 5... it.

Look, it's okay, I get it.

- You do? - What crumb said about us.

The guy was 50 shades of bonkers, but he called it, didn't he?

Look, it's okay.

This is a whole big confusing area for me, too.

I mean, look at this, right? Under this dress is my best bra.

Now, for the rest of my days on this earth I'm stuck in this bra,

this incredibly uncomfortable...

Stick-in-my-ribs, sexy bra.

And I'm not being up myself because this bra is empirically sexy.

And why?

Because of you.

Because these are the clothes that I wore for our date

and I wanted you to see it.

Do you know what it's like to be reminded of that every single day?

- I imagine it's awkward. - "Awkward" isn't the word I would use.

I'd have to make up a whole new word,

and I know exactly how you feel about that.

Don't, okay? I'm saying that this isn't easy for either of us.

We should talk about it.

Properly talk about it.

Some night Tom's at work?

Good.

Good.

Stop picturing the bra, show tunes.

Rook. I'll go and see rook.

Because he's so great at relationship advice?

No. He mentioned the suicides.

At the hotel, back when we first started.

- I'd totally forgotten. - Seriously?

- Well, come on, then. Let's go. - Oh. Well...

- I can go by myself if you... - I'll behave.

And anyway, he doesn't need to know I'm there.

I'm curious, why this sudden interest in the hotel suicides?

We're asking the questions here, punk.

We knew Bobby, Tom and I, we liked him,

and if there's something behind what he did, something bigger than him,

then we'd like to know about it.

Lean in. Bare your teeth at him.

How'd you like those canines in yourjugular, huh? Huh, buddy?

I only ask because, if you know something more about Bobby's death,

I'd certainly like to hear it.

Right, that's it. Move back, I'm flipping over the table.

- Okay! Okay! - All right!

I suppose there's no reason to maintain secrecy anymore.

The truth is, we've long feared...

The suicides have a supernatural cause.

Most likely the result of a type 1.

Great, he's blaming ghosts now.

Ghosts are type 1's, right?

- Mmm. - Great, he's blaming ghosts now.

If only I had more time.

- Hal, distract him. - What?

- Just pretend you can see something... - Regrettably, myjurisdiction

runs out in a matter of days.

Oh, for god's sake!

What was that?

Perhaps you dislodged something when you took down the file?

Perhaps.

Oh, I see.

- Please? - Hal, look around you.

We used to have human donors, but they were the first to go.

- You must have leftover stock. - We don't. I'm terribly sorry.

So what's your next plan for Tom and hal?

Early days.

I'll need more time to get the pieces into place.

Time?! We don't have time...

A vampire and a wolf in the same building?

A chance like this won't come again, Mr. Rook.

Make every sacrifice. Cross every line.

It may seem that your department's on its knees

but there's life in the old dog yet.

We'll take the world quite by surprise. You'll see.

You've no idea what a boon you are to me, captain. No idea.

And don't you worry yourself about the ghost.

They have a habit of just... Fading away.

Erm... so, I say, captain hatch, have you ever had a death...

Er... have you ever had a death... A near-death experience?

What? Don't mumble, boy. Did no one teach you to enunciate?

It's funny you should say that, because I was just wondering,

what are your... What are your views on the quilt?

On... on the calf? On...

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you a guest, mate?

Only guests allowed in the hotel today, mate. Special event.

So if you're not a guest, then you'll be trespassing, won't you?

I'm afraid I'll have to call the police.

He's gone. You're safe now.

You all right?

You're bleeding. No, I'll just have a look, I won't hurt you.

- "What are your feelings on the occult?" - The occult! That's what it was.

Oh, god. This is one of those places, isn't it?

You know, with the nice carpet and the free coffee.

You're gonna ask me about my childhood, then try and take all my money.

I've walked into some freaky-arse cult, haventl?

Well, you should know right now, freak, I'm broke. You're wasting your time.

No. It's not a cult. It's just a really nice hotel. I swear.

- You want to get your hand looked at. - I can't. I've got a job interview.

What's the time?

- Quarter past 11. - Oh, shit!

You missed it?

It was just a stupid cafe job.

- What's your name, anyway? - Tom.

Tom. Not many people would have done that. Stepped in. Helped.

Anyway, thanks... freak.

Wait!

You're not going anywhere. Not with a hand like that.

- That guy outside, I knew him, but... - You don't have to tell me.

What, you seriouslyjust trust me?

I could have nicked his wallet or... I dunno, run off with his wife.

I could have shaved his poodle, for all you know.

- Don't poodles usually get shaved? - All right.

Maybe I like shaving poodles. Maybe I really like it.

Well, do you? Do you really like shaving poodles?

Nah. But, then, I probably wouldn't admit it if I did.

Ah. Hal. I was just coming to get you, mate.

Erm, you know how I'm assistant manager

and how you said that I've got real power and it's not just window shopping?

Well, I've made my first decision as assistant manager.

Hal, meet our new employee.

- What? - What?

Well, she needs a job, we need the help, so... simple as you like, innit?

- Tom, I don't know about that. - Now, now!

You said it's not just window shopping.

Sorry. I'm Natasha.

Natasha miles.

Hal, be polite.

He's nice, really. Just a bit odd. Sometimes. Hardly ever.

Well, about half the time he's odd, but you'll get used to him. Honest.

Listen, thanks. For the shot at the job.

For this, for all of it.

Boss.

I was just going home to get you. What are you doing here?

Matching old guest records to the suicides, looking for a pattern.

Well, can it wait?

I say "suicides", but there's no way that that's what they are.

I mean, they go right back to the twenties.

And, okay, I know what you're thinking, that probably rules out hatch

because he wouldn't have been alive. But, seriously, just look.

I mean, back in the eighties there was even...

- What? - Hatch. He's mentioned as a witness.

In 1987, Tom.

God, when the hell did he actually move in?

- Why are you standing funny? - That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Come on, I need you to ghost-check the new girl.

Alex: Well, she's not a ghost.

- Did she try and bite someone? - No. 'Course not.

And you'd be able to smell if she was a werewolf?

- She's not a werewolf. - So, what then?

She made me feel things.

What things?

Feelings.

She made you feel feelings?

- Yeah. - What a bitch.

Alex: We should stake her anyway.

Alex, what happens if she's, like... You know, a succubus?

What, really? Like that Yvonne bird?

Tom, did she try it on with you?

- No. Of course not. - But she made you feel feelings.

Tom, she's just a human. You've just got the horn for her.

I do not! I like Allison Larkin.

You can fancy more than one person.

Is Allison even your girlfriend?

Yeah.

No. I don't think so.

Anyway, I haven't got a horn for anybody.

Well, then, let's find out then, shall we?

Oi! New girl! Over here!

- Alex! - Hey, she's cute.

For demon spawn.

Woo-woo!

No. Do you know what? I... I don't think she can see me.

Alex!

There was a cat. It just come... From there, then...

It's gone now.

- Did you say "Alex"? - Yeah, it looked like an Alex.

That... the cat did.

Tom's got a crush!

But I don't even know her.

You've seriously never had the whole crazy-at-first-sight thing before?

Yeah, with Allison, but she was a werewolf.

Your heart and your pants have conspired

to totally cut your brain out of the equation, am I right?

Yeah, it's not just a wolf thing.

- But she's not the one. - Sorry?

I can't do the whole pants thing because Allison's the one.

I have to be certain, I have to think of the future. Mcnair said.

Tom, I wouldn't want to contradict anything mcnair said,

but, quite frankly, that sounds like balls.

You and Allison aren't together.

You might be again one day, which would be great, but...

Until then, this is just what people do.

You're not sure if they're the one - if that is even a thing -

so you test the water.

And then, if your feelings are strong enough, then you take a risk.

Take a risk. Take a risk.

Natasha: Hal? Chef said you might be in here.

I filled out my forms, so...

What are you doing down there?

I am so very, very sorry.

Bloody hell, are you all right?

Do you need a doctor or something?

No. Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

Hal: Morning, sir. How can I help you?

I'm trying to find this girl.

I was told that she was, er... Around here earlier on this morning.

Are you sure?

Oh, come on! You didn't tell him I was here.

That's gotta count for something.

I don't mean you any harm, but my priority must be the hotel.

All right, fine, I stole some cash from his boss when I was a kid.

But, trust me, that money was dodgy to begin with.

I'm straight now, I've been straight for ages...

Stop it!

I don't need to know.

Please. I really need this job.

I'm sorry.

I'll make sure you're paid for the rest of the week.

It's my hand, isn't it?

You must have it bad if you want me out this quickly.

I know what a withdrawal looks like. And you're in the worst of it.

How?

The mirror.

You would have noticed if you weren't out of your scone.

You know what I am?

- I've been around your lot before. - Then why aren't you running away?

- You're not like the others. - I'm worse than the others.

- Tom trusts you. - Tom's an idiot.

I don't reckon.

Anyway, look at you.

You're killing yourself trying to do the right thing.

Is it really just that?

It's not even that deep.

I can smell it.

When you're close, I can almost taste it.

It's why you need to go. Now.

- I'm sorry. - All right fine, so I go.

Then what? Chef nicks a finger in the kitchen, you fire her?

Some guest gets a paper cut and you turf 'em out?

If this is sending you over the edge,

it's gonna happen anyway, and you're gonna hurt someone.

Don't you think I know that?

You don't scare me.

Look, I can help you.

If you let me stay here, if you protect me.

I'll let you drink from me.

- I beg your pardon? - Just enough so you can control it.

So you don't hurt anyone.

You don't know what you're offering.

Well, I know what'll happen if that guy catches up with me again.

Please.

We can help each other.

Ten seconds, that's all.

Just enough so I can manage again, so I can be safe.

When 10 seconds are up, you push me off.

If I don't stop, you stake me.

Right here.

- Promise you won't hesitate? - I won't hesitate.

No, not there. People are gonna see if you do it there.

Here.

No one else can know. Not even Tom.

Especially not Tom.

Natasha! Hello, there. Hi.

So, um, big first day at work. Well tiring, I bet?

Not that you look tired... What I'm saying is,

you must be thirsty. Hungry.

- What I'm actually trying to say... - You wanna get something to eat?

- What? - My shout. As a thank you.

- For the job and that. - What, now?

If you want.

Tom? Have I done something wrong?

No. 'Course not.

'Cause if you want me to pretend I can see the cat, I can.

It's cool. I've had weirderjobs.

- The cat? - Yeah.

Alex, wasn't it?

Was it a, er... Boy cat or a girl cat?

So, food?

Yeah. I'm dead hungry.

I know the perfect place, actually.

Natasha: "Soup du jour." Sounds... sounds good.

I've had that type before. It is good.

I can also recommend the...

The wine.

So, Natasha...

Do you have a family and-slash-or a pet? If so, how are they? Are they well?

Um, no, I don't, Tom.

- You don't have a pet? - Nah. Or a family.

- Oh. Me either. - What, really? No one at all?

There was mcnair, but he died.

- Was he your brother? - My dad. Well, sort of.

Was he a good dad?

The best.

- Explains why you're so nice, then. - You really think I'm nice?

Well, you are nice. Doesn't really matter what I think.

Go on, then. What about a pet?

I bet you've got one or you wouldn't have asked.

Nah. No pets. But I used to really want a bunny rabbit.

A bunny rabbit?

Yeah, this kid had one on a program that I watched once.

- But mcnair wouldn't let me have one. - Oh, rubbish. Why?

Well, where we lived, there were these...

I guess, big dogs, dangerous dogs.

The bunny wouldn't have lasted.

Let's get out of here.

Everyone here's looking at us like we're gonna steal something.

- I thought it was just me. - Let's go to the arcade,

play video games and scoff ice cream till we're sick.

Come on, might even be a stuffed bunny in the claw machine.

Christ! How long have you been there?

Alex?

Yeah, yeah, I'll clean it up later. I left you three messages. Look.

From rook's file. Hatch's room, just after the maid jumped.

I can't work out what it says.

"I like taco"?

"Lie with rice"?

Huh.

Turns out I still miss food.

The real question is, who wiped it off before the police came?

- What do you think? - Well, hatch, of course.

He's got to be involved. But how? Does he...

What's up with you tonight?

Oh, no. The kitchen staff ordered in more kia-or a again, didn't they?

Hal. I thought Tom...

- Hal... - Alex.

You haven't, have you?

What?

What? No. Of course not.

It's just, I've... I've seen you like this before.

All... stare-y, with the sexy eyes

and lack of personal space.

What, I can't be close to you without blood?

- I thought you wanted this. - I do. Trust me.

I just figured that we were taking things slow.

Need I recap the story of the bra of doom?

No, you're right. I shouldn't have, uh...

It was thoughtless. I'm sorry.

That kiss was...

That was not a kiss that needed apologizing for.

Well, apart from the bit where I could see the autopsy report

out of the corner of my eye.

You really are a bit rubbish at this, aren't you?

It would seem so.

I thought it was dangerous for you to feel too much?

But I know how to manage it now, how to keep things at bay.

Ihaveto, because_.

Because, if I can't feel, then what's the point?

Gonna introduce us to your little friend?

Oh, yeah. I couldn't get a bunny.

- You know sex, yeah? - Um.

I vaguely remember, yeah.

And great segue, by the way.

You have my full attention.

Well, I was thinking.

Say you find a nice lady

and you're ready to pluck your precious flower.

- How do you know what to do then? - Do?

Yeah, like... Do with her and stuff.

Hal, darling, do you want to field this one?

Tom, surely mcnair talked to you about...

- The birds and the bees? - Oh, yeah.

Like, living rough, I reckon I got to know every type of bird in britain.

And mcnair taught me how to steal honey from a hive without getting stung.

- May I be excused? - Absolutely not.

He's 21. I assumed there was a grasp of the fundamentals.

Tom, don't listen to him. I think it makes perfect sense

that you're a bit behind on all this stuff.

I mean, once a month your body goes nuts and you go running round a wood

- killing and shagging god knows what. - No, I don't!

What I think Alex means is... Perhaps...

Being a werewolf throughout your adolescence

meant that you spent all that intense carnal energy in other ways,

so your progression through the emotional and mental stages of puberty

- was delayed. - Yeah.

But what's that got to do with sex, though?

You know what? I'm just gonna go and steal him some porn.

- No! - No! I don't want any of that stuff!

- Them girls might be mothers one day. - Quite right, Tom.

Well, it's that or we sit here and we draw diagrams,

and I can't imagine that'll be comfortable for any of us.

I'm going to the library.

Good idea. The font of all human knowledge.

Our wee man. He's all grown up.

Where's all this come from?

Did you not see him at work this morning?

That new girl. What's her name? Natalie.

He is one smitten kitten.

Natasha.

Her name is Natasha.

The deal's off.

I just need you to stay out of my way as much as possible.

What, you've found somewhere else to get it then? Somewhere safe?

That's none of your concern.

What changed your mind?

Tom.

Tom is...

My friend.

Newlyweds. I checked them in.

Pfft! What, they're on their honeymoon in Barry?

- On a Thursday? - Yeah.

Natasha: Oh, come on, you know at least one of them's doing the dirty.

- No, they're in love. You seen them. - All right. Maybe they're in love.

But I bet you a fiver we find a wedding ring stashed somewhere in that room.

I'm guessing... bedside table drawer. His side.

All right. You're on.

Hah! No ring. Go on, then.

Nothing. All right, I owe you a fiver.

Go on, then. Laugh.

No. Why would I laugh?

Because I'm an idiot. And I never really know what's going on.

It's all right. Everyone thinks I'm touched in the head.

Even my mates do.

You're not "stupid" stupid.

You just think the best of people.

You've no idea how rare that is.

Um, I was thinking that maybe my dad didn't always give the best advice.

How do you mean?

Uh, about the future and about being certain and about pants and that.

- Pants? - But the thing is...

I really like you.

And I reckon that when you finish work you should come over.

For dinner, like.

Or not. But I can cook some things.

Well, most things, probably, like... If I tried to cook...

Um, won't hal be there?

No, he's on lates.

So you'll come?

Yeah.

- Um, I should... - Yeah.

- I mean, I won't... - Better put this back.

Yeah.

Hey, cupcake. I've got a job for you.

Just see how he reacts. What's the harm in that?

Excuse me, captain hatch?

- Alex: What's he the captain of, anyway? - Mr. Yorke. Anything the matter?

I don't know if you're aware, but a young man in our employ

- passed away last week. - Yes, I heard. Nasty business.

Oh, what the... could you, um...

Of course.

Alex: God, that's the fakest cough!

Ask him about the maid. Ask! Or he gets tea in his lap.

Captain, I'm sorry to ask,

but the police wondered if our guests knew of any connection

between this latest death and that of your maid.

A connection? Only that they both did away with themselves, my boy.

Oh! What the devil?

Look how quickly he saved himself!

My god, this is all a put-on!

I don't know what happened there, captain. Let me just...

- My arm! My arm! - He didn't save himself.

Get Tom. Call a doctor! Captain, are you all right?

He was meant to save himself.

That's it. Do you hear me? End of investigation.

- End of witch hunt. - All right, cool your chebs.

God! What's got into you today?

What's got into me? You just pushed our most valuable guest.

Oh, come on, it's not as if he's really hurt. You saw that...

Stop! Do you know how important this hotel is to me and Tom?

It's not just about paying the rent. It's a normal life.

It's day-to-day. It's a reliable, safe routine, and it keeps us sane.

- Tom's perfectly sane. - Alex!

All right. Fine! I will drop it.

I'm sorry about Bobby, I am. But this isn't helping anyone.

Hal?

Please? Just tonight. Just one last time.

What about Tom?

I wouldn't ask if... If I leave here...

I'm not safe.

"He likes dice"?

"He kills fire"?

Hal!

What is it?

The last time I went cold Turkey, Leo had to board up the windows.

I couldn't look out at people in the street

without seeing the veins beneath their skin.

I saw veins and I saw an end to it.

An end to the pain.

Leo kept the boards on the windows for two years, just in case.

So it's our fault then, is it?

- We let you out too soon. - No.

But I had to do something.

This was the safest way.

Feed the monster a little to keep it from taking a lot,

from taking everything.

To stay in control.

What a fucking hero.

- You gonna tell Tom? - What I don't get...

Is how you managed to convince Natasha to...

No, do you know what? I don't want to know.

And of course I'm not gonna tell Tom.

Christ. Do you have any idea what that would do to him?

- I'm sorry... - Don't!

When you kissed me, were you on the blood then?

Will she fess up to Tom? Natasha?

No. I don't believe she will.

Well, then, he never has to know, does he? Go! Now!

And you're not coming back to the house, not even for your stuff.

- Alex... - It's over!

Do you know why it's over?

Not because you've got X-ray vision

and you can see people's veins, you sicko.

Not because of her.

Not because you suckled at the thigh of your best mate's girl.

It's over because you didn't even ask us for help.

Tom made you swear on our friendship,

and you didn't once tell us that you were in trouble.

I was ashamed. I wanted to fix it myself.

Shut up, okay?

You didn't ask us for help because... Because you would have got it.

You didn't want to be clean.

If I see you again, I'll stake you.

A replacement.

I'm not sure yours is working.

You've been pestering me to join us since you were little, Tasha.

- Why the change of heart? - He's not like you said.

Oh, but he is.

Beneath those pretty manners,

he's no different to the monster that killed your mother.

Not him. Tom.

You like him?

Tasha, he's not human. He's a dangerous animal.

If not for these monsters, you wouldn't have to be here.

No need for foster homes, no shelters.

Listen,

did you force Tom's friend to betray him?

No. This is simply hal's nature.

It was going to happen anyway, and soon.

- Well, there's gotta be another way... - I have to say, I didn't expect this.

After all these years, I thought...

I thought you and I were something like family.

No care, all responsibility.

No care...

All responsibility.

That's my girl.

Remember I asked you to take your morning tea outside earlier this week?

Well, I think the favor might be about to pay off.

- You're here! - Hi.

You all right?

Don't think I've forgotten owt. Salt, pepper. Sauce if you want.

Pile it on, I won't mind.

Tom.

There's, um...

There's something I need to tell you.

What's wrong? Have I done summat?

What here? Now? Before dinner?

What happened? You all right?

Where'd it happen?

Tom, wait.

Tom, it was hal!

Hal rescued you?

No, hal did this to me.

That guy came back, the one from before, the one that was chasing me.

I saw him talking to hal and then...

And then hal threatened me.

He said he'd hand me in unless I...

You know. Unless I fed him.

Nah. No way.

- Hal wouldn't. - I didn't want to.

One minute he was... Dead posh and polite,

then his eyes turned black...

You can't stay here, it's not safe. Go next door, go home, someone's house.

Not the hotel.

- How irritating. - Very.

- What happened? - Hal.

Tom, wait!

Oh, damn it.

What did I tell you about coming back here?

I need your help.

Help me.

Please?

Tighter.

That's as tight as it goes.

- I can't promise anything. - I know.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse us, captain.

- It's done. - Good girl.

Rook: Oh, good girl.

Natasha: I'm gonna fix it.

- Sorry? - I can't do this.

When I told Tom... You should have seen his face.

You'll see what they're really like. Just watch what happens next.

And you know, I realized something, as well.

You said you and me are like family, but you sent me in here as bait.

So either you don't really think hal's that bad or...

Or you and me aren't really family.

No care, all responsibility, huh?

We've talked about this tendency towards reckless behavior, Tasha.

It never fails to put you

in the way of danger.

Was that a threat?

Ray?

You wouldn't.

You've had a big day. Let's drop you home, shall we?

You nearly died saving my life.

You made sure I was safe, again and again.

What, all that effort and you'd just kill me?

I do my job.

It's what I've always done.

I'm human. It's your job to protect me.

Hatch: You, girl.

Natasha, is it?

I dropped my spoon. Would you, um...

Alex: I only found out tonight, I promise.

Tom: She said he forced her.

That doesn't sound like him.

We don't know what he's like when he's properly on the blood.

Maybe that is him. The real him.

- Mcnair wouldn't have trusted him. - You're not your dad, Tom.

I wouldn't want you to be.

Look, we don't have to be his friend, but we do have to get him clean,

properly this time. Then we can tell him to fuck off.

That or we stake him.

If you kill hal, then you'll change. And I don't want you to change.

I've killed loads of vampires. It don't change you.

Could you do it, though? Really?

J“ I've information vegetable, animal and mineral

j“ I know the kings of england and I quote the fights historical

j“ from marathon to Waterloo and... j“

If you want to kill me, you'll need wood. That won't do.

No. No, don't. I want to be in here. I need to be in here!

Tasha, no!

I can't stop the bleeding!

I'm so sorry!

Let me save you. I can save you.

You don't have to die!

Please, no.

You don't have to see him tonight. We could stay at the hotel.

Nah. I'm good.

Get away from her.

Look, I didn't.

It wasn't...

If you believe I did that to her, then go on. Why hesitate? Kill me!

Who was it then? If it wasn't you!

She did! She did it herself!

Oh, I'm sorry!

You coward!

Tom: I'll be back for him!

- Thank you. - Don't you dare thank me!

Well, look at her. It's a cut, not a bite!

- I can't see anything. - That's because she hasn't been drained!

The blood's all there!

- How did you get out? - She cut me out.

There's a knife somewhere. She brought it with her.

Something had a hold of her.

Think about it. It must be linked to the other suicides.

- I should have listened to you, I... - Stop it, hal! Just...

Stop it!

I didn't do this.

I need you to believe...

I didn't do this.

Every time I think I know who you are, it turns out I'm wrong.

Usually because someone's dead!

- You think I'm capable of this. - I don't know, hal!

I don't know what you're capable of!

Then what's the point?

We're done.

Natasha: You must be Alex.

My body's in there, isn't it?

Was it hal? Did he do it?

No. No, he tried to save me.

I don't know what happened.

One minute I was at the hotel with Mr. Rook, and then I just...

What's rook got to do with this?

You have to understand, okay? I owed him everything. My life.

Charm the werewolf, he said.

Get the werewolf on side, and then...

Feed the vampire.

What the hell?

He needed supernatural chaos so he could save his department.

Tom and hal kept putting the fires out.

He knew Tom was the only thing keeping hal tame.

You too, I guess.

Well, I thought I was doing the right thing.

I had no idea Tom was gonna be so...

Either of them were gonna be so...

Demonic voice: He will rise!

Who's that?

Demonic voice: He will rise!

Pen, I need a pen!

What does that mean?

- Natasha, did hatch speak to you? - Hatch?

Captain hatch.

Right before you came here, did he say something to you?

- Do you remember? - Yeah. Yeah, he did.

I dunno what he said, but...

I went down to the kitchen and I got a knife.

No, you're right. That's yours. You're meant to go through.

What about hatch?

Look, I'm going after hatch, okay? I'll make him pay.

What, on your own? You don't even know what he is.

What's he gonna do to me? I'm already dead.

Oi, wrinkle-tits, over here!

Just so you know, I don't care if you've got enough Viagra to float the Titanic.

No-one is doing any rising on my watch.

Demonic voice: He will rise!

How did you do it? How did you make herjump?

Yes.

You'll do.

Demonic voice: He will rise!

Alex: And Bobby. What did you say to him?

Demonic voice: He will rise!

What the hell are you?

I'm only the fucking devil, sweetheart.

Alex: Hello?

Hello?!

Okay, okay.

Don't panic. You're in a box with...

Something hard, something long.

Potential weapon. Oh, good, good!

Ohh! That is slimy!

But I'm not panicking. Oh, no. No, sir.

I'm not panicking.

And that is... oh... oh! Christ!

That's a fucking skull!

Hal: We won't let you win. Hatch: Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll see.