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No, no.

- Emma. - Hm?

Do you think you could, you know, struggle a bit?

It's just a bit of fun.

You pretend to struggle, I pretend to overpower you.

Okay.

Oh, yeah, that's it.

That's great.

Stop me.

Harder, fight me off!

I'm really sorry, you said struggle, so I, oh, yeah.

I'm gonna have to go.

Stuart.

Only you could meet someone like that.

I thought he'd be different.

Well, he is different,

he's a sociopath with bondage fantasies.

How different do you want him to be?

You're right.

It's time to draw the line, no more freaks.

So when are you seeing him again?

Tuesday.

So single stab wound straight through the heart,

no sign of any major struggle, no sign of sexual assault.

Ah now, check out the blade, long and thin,

so it's highly unlikely that the perpetrator

was contaminated with any of the victims' blood.

The Vietcong used a similar bayonet on their AK-47s,

straight in, straight out, no trouble.

It's just something I've been reading.

- Very pretty girl. - Holly Andrews, local girl.

Mother's headmistress at St. Joan's,

it's the private school up on the hill.

Yeah, I know it, has she been informed?

Yeah, someone's with her now.

Any witnesses?

Well, none living.

Who's the priest?

Oh, that's Father Michael, this is his church.

He wasn't aware of anything 'til we turned up.

So who found the body?

Oh, Myra Coppell, another St. Joan's girl.

I know this might sound like an irrelevant question,

but why's she dressed as a chimpanzee?

This is gonna be weird, isn't it?

Holly told me the party was fancy dress,

"Planet of the Apes," but of course it wasn't.

When I arrived, they all started laughing at me.

Was Holly laughing at you too, Myra?

No, I didn't see her there, I left.

And whose party was it?

Lydia Blakeman, she's a total bitch,

but just about human, unlike Holly.

You two didn't get on?

I was never cool enough for Holly,

she would've hated to see me happy.

What were you doing in the cemetery?

I don't know, I just wanted to be alone

and next thing I knew, I was here.

It was dark, I tripped.

When I looked up, there she was.

Her eyes were still open, staring.

We'll get someone to take you home.

Well, thanks

for letting us use your church, Father Michael,

we'll probably need to speak again in the next day or two.

Oh, I'm certain of it.

Yeah, well, thanks again.

We're looking for Lydia Blakeman.

Who the hell are you?

It's about Holly Andrews.

I can't believe it.

It's just so incredibly shitty.

She was a real friend, you know, we were like sisters,

closer even.

Where are your parents, Lyddy?

Cuba, second honeymoon.

Was Holly at the party?

Yeah, but she left early.

Why?

Tell them.

- Josh? - Just tell them.

We argued, so I made her leave.

About what?

Look, they'd split up, okay, weeks ago.

I wanted us all to be friends,

but she was behaving like a total bitch,

she was all over him.

Well, we'll need a statement from you

and everyone else still here,

plus a list of everyone who was at the party.

Do you know what Holly was doing at the cemetery?

I have no idea.

Say hello,

wave goodbye.

We live it, but do we ever really understand it?

Showtime.

You seem surprised, Detective Inspector.

I didn't expect to see you here, Mrs. Andrews,

that's all.

I'm supposed to be at home falling apart, is that it?

Look, you've suffered a terrible loss and no one expects ...

Please don't judge me, I have a school to run.

So when did you last see your daughter?

Yesterday, here at school,

I had a governor's meeting last night,

Holly said she was going to meet a friend

to work on a project.

So you didn't know she was going to a party?

She's a teenager, it's a game parents play,

we ask where they're going, they lie,

we pray they'll be safe, one day you'll understand.

Her locker is down there.

Mrs. Andrews,

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

I don't know what you expected, but here it is.

Father Michael.

What did you find?

Actually, we were wondering if ...

Just show me what you found.

You'd better come in.

It's called a hex doll,

quite rudimentary, but still terrifyingly effective

to those who believe in witchcraft.

We think it might have been a warning sent by her killer.

No, no, this isn't something you'd send.

Now my guess is that the girl made it herself.

What, you mean Holly was casting spells on someone?

Ah-huh,

the question is whom does it represent?

With all due respect,

this is suburbia, Father, not Salem.

Recognise this?

It's a map of Middleford.

We've had witches here for over 500 years.

Now as people became more sophisticated in the cities,

witchcraft was pushed further back into the margins.

So it ended up in suburbs?

Where it has continued to flourish,

albeit secretly ever since, as people turn away from God,

they will embrace almost anything.

What do you make of this, Father?

Numerology, character and destiny determined in numbers.

Can you decipher it?

Oh, I can do better than that.

I can give you the means to decipher it for yourselves.

Thank you.

I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us, Father,

it's been most illuminating.

Most illuminating?

Oh, come on, Scribs, you don't seriously believe

in all that kind of rubbish, do you?

Why else would a 17-year-old girl come here at night?

- Secret rendezvous? - Would you?

Shortcut.

Come on.

What's the matter?

Get the feeling we're being watched.

She's only here for a few days,

so we want to make the best possible impression,

so I'm gonna do all the talking, agreed?

Ah...

Agreed?

If you're looking for Helen Whittle,

don't expect to find her sitting behind a desk.

Ashurst and Scribbins, right?

Forgive give my impatience, ladies,

but I'm still on city time, shall we?

People sometimes like to call me Helen.

- Helen. - But I tell them

it's boss or ma'am, is that clear?

Yes, ma'am.

I thought you suburban people

only killed each other at the weekend.

That's wife's swapping, ma'am.

For murder, we're not so fussy.

Ooh, sense of humour too, things are looking up.

So dead girl, what have you got so far?

Holly Andrews, grade A student, liked to party,

seems like any normal 17 year old.

This cut across her left palm.

The path report suggests it was self-inflicted

almost certainly using the murder weapon.

Which is?

Hm, it's unusual, shouldn't be hard to trace.

Yeah, also found this in Holly's locker.

Suddenly I'm 15 again with an aversion to maths.

We think it's an encoded diary, I'm deciphering it now.

Yeah, well, it's a start I suppose, but I think perhaps

we ought to establish a few ground rules.

-Um, actually -First off,

don't put anything in front of me, unless it sings,

I'm only here for a week and I want a result before I leave.

Secondly, always keep me in the loop.

Sullivan might like to sit here

with his fingers crossed hoping for the best,

but I prefer to know what's going on.

Lastly, I know you people still get your milk

delivered every day, but the rest of us have grown up,

so nothing outlandish, just the facts.

Right then, bearing all that in mind,

what's your gut instinct on this one?

Well, witchcraft.

Oh, very well done, Scribs,

now she thinks we sacrifice virgins in giant wickermen

and send each other chicken heads every full moon.

- I really like her. - Sorry?

She's direct, what's wrong with that?

No.

Yeah, actually, you know something, Ash,

she reminds me a lot of you.

Right, now I'm gonna punch you in the head, three days.

- What? - Three days,

that's all I give her,

before you can't wait to see the back of her.

- Ash, you're wrong. - No, I am right,

I am so right, it's not even funny.

How much?

50?

Three days?

Three days.

♪ Lost in the high street where the dogs run ♪

♪ Roaming suburban boys ♪

♪ Mother's got her hairdo to be done ♪

♪ She says they're too old for toys ♪

♪ Stood by the bus stop with a felt pen ♪

♪ In this suburban hell ♪

♪ And in the distance a police car ♪

♪ To break the suburban spell ♪

♪ Let's take a ride ♪

Josh?

Leave me alone.

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight ♪

You think she has a good voice?

♪ In Suburbia ♪

Don't you?

Holly was better.

Now she gets Josh too.

Some people just seem to land butter side up every time.

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight ♪

♪ In Suburbia ♪

I've been resting for weeks,

I thought it'd be better by now.

What's wrong with it?

Good question, Mum took me to a specialist,

but they still don't know.

So you're pretty good?

Got a personal best of 10.3.

That fast?

I could be in the next Olympics, not like this though.

Yeah, hangover can't help.

That part of your normal training routine?

You think Lyddy had something to do

with Holly's death?

If you know something, Myra, you'd better tell me right now.

Holly threatened to put a spell on Lyddy,

if she didn't stop seeing Josh.

What kind of spell?

I don't know, I overheard them talking.

Lyddy tried to laugh it off, but she was scared,

I could tell from her voice.

Holly would've liked that, she enjoyed being in control.

And what about you, Myra,

had Holly made fun of you before?

It was her favourite pastime.

Did that make you angry?

Sometimes.

Because you're free of her now, aren't you?

"When the witch is killed on hallowed ground,

her spirit roams in limbo for the rest of eternity."

I broke up with Holly weeks ago,

we just hadn't made it official.

Is that what you were doing with Lyddy last night,

making it official?

Something like that.

What do you know about witchcraft, Josh?

We found this in Holly's locker.

I'm an athlete, I run,

I don't waste my time on kids' games.

♪ Let's take a ride and run with the dogs tonight ♪

♪ In Suburbia ♪

♪ You can't hide ♪

How true.

- Mr. Bannister? - Please call me Doug.

We've found something in Holly's locker,

that we'd like you to take a look at.

My classroom's just round the corner.

What's it supposed to be?

You've no idea?

It's a hex doll.

Did you know Holly had an interest in witchcraft?

Well, she was always a lively kid,

her and Lydia together, they could be adventurous at times,

but nothing to cause concern.

What do you mean adventurous?

Well, you know how it is, two spirited girls,

one blonde, one brunette.

What happened to your hand?

Oh, it was an accident, broken glass.

Can we see?

Do you mind if I ask why?

Holly had a self-inflicted cut on her hand,

we think it might've been part of a bonding ceremony.

Bonding ceremony?

A spiritual union, two people, one identity.

Witchcraft is banned at St. Joan's, Detective Inspector,

along with bullying, smoking

and virtually every other teenage pastime.

If it weren't for rock and roll, probably all go crazy.

Yeah.

Mrs. Andrews thought you might like some refreshments.

Fudge brownies, I baked them myself.

She's asked you to move your car,

apparently you're parked in the Governor's spot.

Thanks.

Do you usually go to teenagers' parties?

I popped in, half an hour or so.

Fire alarm.

Don't run.

Could that girl be any weirder?

Do you actually intend to eat that?

What, think she put a spell on it?

No, I'm just wondering if she washed her hands

before she made it.

Just spit it out, for God's sake.

Thought you said you didn't believe.

It seems someone in Food Tech

left a tea towel draped over a burning toaster.

I'm always telling them.

Come on back inside please!

I'm sorry, it's your car.

Oh, I don't believe it!

My bag.

Oh.

Great!

I can't quite make up my mind what appals me most,

the piece of evidence itself or that you've lost it.

Well, looking on the bright side,

we know that the doll's important enough to steal,

which means we were right about the witchcraft.

I was woken up at five o'clock this morning by birdsong.

There is no bright side, Scribbins.

Nevertheless, ma'am,

it does point to the murderer being someone

from within Holly's immediate circle of friends.

And everyone who fits that description was at the party.

Including Doug Bannister, her music teacher.

I hated my music teacher.

Everyone else got cymbals or drums,

I always had to make do with the triangle.

So what else about the party?

It was very crowded, people were coming and going

- the whole time. - Anyone could've slipped away

to meet Holly at the cemetery.

Killed her and got back to the party

without their absence being noticed.

Oh, just put that there, will you?

Sorry, what's going on?

I'm joining you.

Joining?

I think it's about time someone took charge around here.

Six months ago, I handled a serial killer

called The Ploughman, we caught him because we worked together

as a team, 24/7, living, breathing,

smoking every minute of it.

I just remembered I've got a thing.

I believe the agreed amount was 50.

Don't know what you're talking about,

just needed a change of scene.

You're lying, she's got her desk in our office.

And? Oh, this is complicated.

What do you mean, and? She's got her desk in our office.

Bloody hell, for a model student, Holly Andrews got up to

a lot of stuff your mother wouldn't like,

Well, my mother wouldn't like anything, so.

Which is pretty much what she got up to,

absolutely anything, most of it with Josh Egan,

despite the dodgy knee.

So she's a slut as well as a witch?

I'm beginning to like her, so go on, tell me more.

Well, it seemed that Josh wasn't the only one,

before him, another name crops up a number of times,

otherwise known as,

"Call me, Doug."

Why are you saying there was absolutely nothing going on

between you and Holly Andrews?

When you say going on, we're children of the revolution,

Detective Inspector, it's always going on.

A simple yes or no will suffice, Mr. Bannister.

In a purely physical sense,

no, no, of course there wasn't.

So why did Holly feel the need to write about it

in such vivid detail?

♪ Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy ♪

Right, here's the problem, Doug,

DS Scribbins here, now she's read Holly's diary ...

- Three times. - Three times,

and she has the very real feeling,

that there is an extremely strong ring of truth about it.

Of course, that is only my opinion.

I'd have to cross reference all the dates, interview people,

perhaps talk to Holly's mother.

♪ Karma police, arrest this man ♪

I'm a music teacher, I instruct young people

in the art of rhythm and rhyme, I don't sleep with them.

But hey, you do what you have to do,

in the meantime, I'll assume I'm free to leave, yeah?

No.

Someone said you brought Doug here.

- He's talking to us, yes. - Is he under arrest?

I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you, Myra, I'm sorry.

He didn't do it.

I've been thinking a lot about everyone at the party

laughing at me, except it wasn't everyone,

Holly was missing, but so was someone else.

How's the knee?

Screwed.

I knew they were planning to take the piss out of Myra,

I hate that kind of cruel shit,

so I went outside and had a beer,

when I went back inside, she'd left.

You told us you split up with Holly ages ago,

so how come you had sex with her last Thursday?

It was in her diary.

Wow, I guess I must be a horrible, cheating bastard then.

Maybe you couldn't leave Holly alone.

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

I don't think you went for a beer,

I think you followed her to the cemetery.

Were you trying to kiss and make up, Josh?

You're so wrong, I didn't want her back.

You've got her diary, you know what she was like.

What do you mean?

I wasn't the only one at the party,

who'd done the jolly with Holly.

What did it say about Mr. "School of Rock?"

Are you talking about Doug Bannister?

And that made you angry?

I never get angry, it's a waste of energy.

That's it, is it, unless you wanna follow me

into the shower?

Scribs, we don't have any more questions.

What do you hate most about 17-year-old girls, Scribs?

What, apart from the fact that they're 17-year-old girls?

No, don't they remind you of how bad it all was?

The clothes, the hair, the succession of useless boyfriends.

Yeah, thank goodness it's not like that anymore.

Hm.

Alright, Lyddy, that's enough!

Okay.

Is he really worth it, Lyddy?

You have absolutely no idea what you're dealing with.

So why don't you tell us?

Holly tapped into something, don't ask me what it was.

So you're saying she had some kind of power?

I'm saying when she got angry, bad things happened.

What kind of bad things?

Like boyfriend stuff,

acne, poor exam results.

So we're talking about some fairly major black magic then?

You can take the piss all you like,

but I know the difference between something real

and a bad hair day.

She's still feeding off of us.

15 grand a year education,

she still believes that Holly was a witch.

I think her parents should ask for a refund.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Uh!

Uh, uh!

Stuart.

Technically of course, it's assault

and by rights, I should arrest you.

Ash, please, I feel bad enough already.

Well, how did he get it?

Apparently I gave him a key.

He cooked dinner, it was meant to be a surprise.

Ashurst.

Ah, no, no, ma'am, nothing at all.

Yep, okay, yep, we'll be right there.

Apparently she never goes home.

Better get your cricket bat, Scribs,

I think we might need it.

You rang, ma'am?

You're not the butler, Ashurst.

Sorry, ma'am.

I've been going through your case notes,

such as they are and it doesn't take a rocket scientist

to work out that the teacher is a cheating, lying scumbag.

Yeah, we've already questioned Doug Bannister.

I don't want you to question him,

I want you to bring him in again

and put some heat under his sorry butt.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date

and I don't like to keep a man waiting too long.

Goodnight, ladies.

Don't say it.

Don't say what?

Don't say how come she's got a date and we haven't.

Well, I was actually gonna say, although you're right.

I was thinking about the date thing,

but I don't mind taking a check for that 50.

I haven't cracked yet.

So if we assume that Doug confesses to shagging Holly

and God knows how many other schoolgirls,

it doesn't mean that he killed her.

Holly's phone.

Anything to report?

It's cold, it's quiet.

I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation,

we just haven't figured it out yet.

Yeah, well tell me when you do, sooner rather than later.

I think we've got company.

Ash, can you hear me?

Ash, what's going on?

Scribs.

Scribs.

Please answer, please.

Okay, beginning to feel a little bit spooked.

Scribs!

Scribs!

I'm down here!

Scribs?

I'm over here.

I heard a door bang, so I came down.

What the hell's that?

God knows.

Ash.

Yeah.

They must've heard us coming.

Is there another way out?

What?

Something just touched me.

It's us.

I take it this one's supposed to be you?

Not a very good likeness, is it?

Did that hurt?

No, ma'am.

Father Michael says the intention is to blind and deafen

the investigation in its own confusion.

I'd say you two imagine that perfectly already.

I need to see the forensic report as soon as it comes in

and I suggest you concentrate on facts,

instead of becoming the subject

of some teenagers' macabre pranks, understood?

Hello.

No, I'm in a bloody basement.

Do you know what this means?

"O boro duvel atch pa leste," it's a Romany greeting,

it means

the Dark Lord is with you.

Charming, nice place to meet him.

Here there's light, heat, moisture,

the occult trinity.

A spell cast here would be particularly effective,

if you believe, of course.

Of course.

You know, some people say you should take care,

when you dispose of those.

Okay, ladies, while you've been busy with the vicar,

- Myra Coppell's gone missing. - What?

Her parents say she left home as usual this morning,

but no one's seen her since, I hope for your sakes,

this hasn't just become a double murder investigation.

So do as I tell you this time and pull in the teacher.

I have a reputation to consider.

What, you-you mean you think she's in danger?

She's missing, when did you last see her?

This-this isn't what-what you think it is.

What do we think it is, Doug?

You think it's like that business with Holly?

I thought there wasn't any business with Holly?

Now I'm all confused.

For a teacher, he's not very articulate, is he?

I think what he's trying to say is that he slept with Holly

and somehow he can't find the words,

isn't that right, Mr. Bannister?

So was Myra just another chalk mark on your blackboard?

No.

She's disappeared, when did you last see her?

She came here last night,

said she wanted to talk to me about the end of term concert,

discuss some ideas she had.

You know me, always inclusive.

You should sing them.

What happened?

I-I couldn't believe it.

Myra, what are you doing?

Myra, this isn't a good idea.

Why, why not?

Suddenly she started saying all these crazy things.

It's Holly's fault, isn't it?

What kind of things?

She said she hated Holly.

Holly put some kind of spell on her.

It's all her fault, I had to steal this ...

She had that doll, she said she started that fire,

stole it from your car, said she did it all for me,

- said she loved me. - I love you.

She said when the spell was broken,

I'd see how much I loved her, we'd be together forever.

Myra, Myra.

I-I told her it was nonsense,

I said there's no such thing as witchcraft.

And you just let her go?

What-what was I supposed to do? She was hysterical.

What if Ruth Andrews had come in and found us like that?

Well, at least it wouldn't have been her daughter.

Did you meet Holly at the cemetery that night?

No, course not.

Why should we believe you?

Why should we believe anything that you tell us?

You've lied, you've had inappropriate relationships

with at least two of your pupils.

Where's Myra, Doug?

I've told you, I don't know.

Can I help?

Sorry, Ruth.

I don't understand.

Mr. Bannister's about to write his letter of resignation.

I'm sure he'll explain.

Poor Myra, I hope she doesn't do anything stupid,

I mean more stupid.

No, I don't think she will.

Why?

Because Myra still thinks she can be with Doug,

that's what she told him

and she believes she just needs to break the spell.

But how can she do that?

Well, the spell's on the doll.

Yes, I know, I just don't understand

why she hasn't got rid of it before now.

Because she needs to destroy it, but in the right way,

something Father Michael said.

"Whoever has the fetish or hex doll

must return to the spot where the witch died,

perform an appropriate ritual and burn the effigy."

See, it's quite clear that the person

who's afflicted by the spell must be the person

who casts it into the flames.

Myra.

But why hasn't she done it before now?

There's a time for all things,

you know, dates are very important in this.

There's a list of festivals in Holly's diary.

Which are?

The Summer Solstice, the Feast of Lupercalia,

Autumn Equinox.

The Feast of Lupercalia,

it's a time for tying up loose ends, if you like.

"The Feast of Lupercalia, the ancient Roman festival

held to honour the goat-footed God of Nature.

When is it?

Tonight.

I can't believe we're doing this.

I know.

Have you brought the dolls?

In my pocket.

Oh, let go!

Lyddy!

I have to throw it on the fire,

please, it's almost midnight.

Give me the doll, Myra.

Just give me the doll.

Let's just burn it, shall we, get it over with?

No, please, I have to.

Tell me what happened, Myra or I'll chuck it in the fire.

Don't,

please, just don't.

- Stop, don't drop the doll! - What?

It's not Myra,

the doll's me.

Holly was all over me at the party

and then Lyddy threw her out.

She told me to meet her at the cemetery, I didn't wanna go,

but she said, she said I'd never run again, if I didn't.

I-I thought perhaps I could make her see sense.

What are you doing, Josh?

I didn't tell Lyddy.

I knew I could slip away for a while without being missed,

but she didn't wanna talk.

She said we belong together, she said it was our destiny.

She cut her hand.

What are you doing?

She wanted me to do the same, she gave me the knife.

We'll be together for eternity, just do it.

She said she'd cure my knees,

so long as we became one person for the rest of eternity.

She was evil.

She had these powers.

I told her I didn't wanna do it.

I just wanted to be free of her.

No, no.

Even then my knee didn't get better

and I realised it wasn't over.

Lyddy knew all about the hex.

She told me I had to destroy it myself,

but she said she'd help.

I didn't know.

You have to let me do it, please.

God and Goddess, hear my plea,

close this circle,

set me free.

No wonder you can afford to buy a house in Middleford.

Ma'am.

Anyway, well done,

good instincts.

You can give the report to Sullivan when he gets back.

Give me serial killers and gangland slayings

any day of the week.

Thank the Lord.

Hey, haven't we forgotten something?

Oh.

Izzy Whizzy, let's get busy.

Very funny.

I felt some sort of apology was in order.

It's me who should be saying sorry?

Let's just forget the whole thing and start again.

Great sauce, what's in it?

Um, aubergines, cream, mushrooms.

You're kidding me? Remember what I said?

He has a fatal allergy to mushrooms.

Apparently he did tell me.

That man should come with a health warning.

Still, they reckon that once he's had his stomach pumped,

he'll be fine.

Well, I take it this relationship's now at an end?

We agreed it was for the best.

Very wise, one more date and you'd have killed him.

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