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They're in there.

- Are you sure?

Here.

- Come out!
- Come on, come out!

Where are you?

Are you's hiding?

- Burn 'em!

Burn them! Burn them!

Burn them! Burn them!

Burn them!
Burn them!

Burn them! Burn them!

Help!

Burn them! Burn them!

Burn them! Burn them!

Burn them! Burn them...

- Sorry, everyone,

if I could have your
attention, please?

Thank you.

First of all,
thank you for coming.

Welcome.

Tonight we remember
our ancestors who died

for their beliefs,

here on this sacred ground
over 500 years ago.

We give thanks
for their sacrifice,

and just as the martyrs gave
their bodies to the flame,

we make offerings
in remembrance.

And now, children, of all ages,

the moment you've
all been waiting for:

cast your burning girls
to the flame.

- Let perpetual light
shine upon them.

- Jesus.

- Blaspheming again.
- I know, but what a shit-hole.

"Redeem the Tim"?

- Come on.

- Yay.

Can't we have a look at where
we're gonna live first?

- First the house of God,
then the house of his children.

Look, Mum.

Burning girls.

- Yeah. Queen Mary's purge
of the Protestants.

1556.

Two young girls were burnt
at the stake here.

- Yeah, strange place,
where people now

make creepy little twig dolls
to celebrate them.

Thanks for bringing me
here, Mum.

- Commemorate, not celebrate.

And you're welcome.

I take it back.

Total and utter shit-hole.

- Could be worse.

- How?

- Frogs.

Hailstorms.

Locusts.

Death to all firstborns.

- Yeah, I'm gonna wait outside.

- Why am I here, Lord?

Can I help you?

My gosh, sorry.

I've never had
a direct reply before.

Sorry, I'm Jack.

- Jack who?

- Jack Brooks.

Reverend Brooks.

My goodness.

I'm so, so sorry.
It's just...

- Not what you expected?

- No, no.

- I'm Aaron,

warden of the church.

- Nice to meet you, Aaron.

So sorry to hear about
Reverend Fletcher.

- Yes, yes,
it was quite a shock.

- And was it sudden?

- Did they not tell you?

Reverend Fletcher
killed himself.

He killed her...

He killed her...

He killed her...

He killed her.

He killed her...

- Mum?

Mum!

Mum! Get out here, now!

- Hey.

My love.

Are you okay?

Flo, call an ambulance.

- Right, yeah.

My God, call the police,
call the police!

- I-I've got no signal though.

- Aaron, go inside
and use the landline.

- I know her.

She's Poppy Harper from
the Harper farm.

- Okay, Poppy, we're going
to take good care of you, okay?

Now, can you tell me
what happened?

He killed her.

- Who killed who, sweetheart?

Peppa.

He killed her.

- Okay.
- Darling...

Everything's gonna be
okay, alright?

- Poppy!

What the hell were you thinking
running off like that?

- Is this your daughter?
- Yes, I'm Simon Harper.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm Reverend Brooks.

Well, i-it's not quite how
it looks, Reverend.

- She said that
someone had been killed.

Pippa?

- Peppa.

It's not Pippa, it's Peppa.

Peppa is a pig... or was a pig.

That blood is pig's blood.

- Well, how did she get
covered in pig's blood?

- We have our own slaughterhouse

and this morning, we were taking
pigs to the slaughter...

- I'm sorry,
but that doesn't exactly

answer my question,
though, does it?

- I wasn't aware that I had
to answer your question.

- Okay, of course.
- We'll just wait

until the police arrive.

- No, I didn't call them.

- What?

- When Mr. Harper pulled up,

I didn't think it was necessary.

- Really?
- Poppy, come here.

Aaron, can you please confirm
that she is my daughter,

so theReverend doesn't think
I'm a kidnapper?

- I already told her.

- Thank you, Reverend.

- Guess it might be
a laugh here after all.

It's me.
I've just met the new vicar.

How come I didn't know
she'd arrived?

Well, that is exactly

the kind of thing
you should be telling me.

You've gotta fucking
grow up a bit.

Hiding behind that woman,
it's pathetic.

Acting like a three-year-old.

You're not gonna get anywhere
in life if you keep

whingeing and running away...

- There's no shower,
just a bath,

none of the windows open.

You add shitty phone signal
to that,

and this place
is officially a dump.

- Yeah, well, it's not
Nottingham, I know.

- No, it's this beautiful
village where people

go full-on "Carrie" and drown
their daughters in pig's blood.

- I'm pretty sure
that's not what happened.

- No, but I guess we'll never
really know, 'cause, well,

Mr. Harper didn't exactly
take to you, did he?

- No, he didn't.
- But, you know,

he's probably quite
important round here.

Jazz vampire almost wet himself.

You mean Aaron?

- Yeah.
So, just...

Just don't piss that
Harper bloke off, yeah?

Or any more than you have,
I mean.

- Alright, I won't.

No wonder this post was vacant.

- I found out what happened
to the last vicar,

Reverend Fletcher.

- He hanged himself
in the chapel.

- No way.

How come you didn't know?

- Bishop Durkin must've
failed to mention

that little piece
of information.

My God, he's such a dick.

- Well, I won't argue
with you there.

Why don't we just stop
all of this for tonight,

and I'll make us some dinner,
and we'll watch a film.

- With what?
We've got no Wi-Fi.

Mum!

Dear Lord.

I guess I should
thank you for today.

The opportunity to start afresh.

And I don't mean
to sound ungrateful,

but I have to agree
with my daughter.

This place is
a total and utter shit-hole.

But maybe this isn't
a possibility for a new life.

Maybe this is punishment
for my old.

And if that's the case...

I guess I'm right
where I need to be,

and I just hope I can
redeem myself.

Tomorrow's a new day.

- No!

Ruby! No!

Morning.
- Morning.

- You're up early.

- It's too quiet here.
I thought I woke up deaf.

- So, how do I look?

- Knackered.

Thanks.

No, I didn't sleep well
last night.

- You look great, Mum.

- Thanks.

What about you?

- Can we not do this again, Mum?

And no, I don't hate you,
yes, I'm pissed about

leaving Nottingham,
but it's only temporary,

so it is what it is.

- You're the best.

- I won't argue with you there.

- You coming to chapel today?

- I thought you hadn't
officially started yet.

- I haven't.

Reverend Rushton
is taking the service,

but I need to be there.

- Do I need to be there?
- No, not if you don't want to.

- Okay, well, see ya.

- Okay, have fun.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Love you.

- Love you too.
- Bye.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

It was left on the doorstep.

- By who?
- I don't know.

Do you wanna open it?

- Yeah.

"There is nothing that is
covered up that will not be

"revealed, and hidden that
will not be known.

"Accordingly, whatever you
have said in the dark

"will be heard in the light,

"and what you have whispered
in the inner rooms

"will be proclaimed
upon the housetops.

Luke 12:2 and 3."

Bit melodramatic.

What is it?

- It's an exorcism kit.

- My God.
- It's happening again.

- No...
- Why is it happening again?

- No, no, it's not.
Flo, it's not.

- How do you know that?

- Because they don't know
where we are.

Okay?

This is just old country
church relics.

- Yeah, well, then why
would they give it to us?

- Because I'm the vicar, yeah?

It's got nothing to do
with Nottingham,

I promise you, okay?

I'm gonna find out
who sent it, okay?

- Mum, is that blood?

- Don't be daft.

- Get rid of it.

- SimonHarper's been on
my case for not telling him

that the new vicar had arrived.

- Hello.

Not interrupting anything, am I?

- Reverend Brooks.

I'm Reverend Rushton.

Brian. We finally
meet in person.

We're so grateful to have
you here at last, Reverend.

- Thanks.
Call me Jack.

So, how are you settling in,
Jack?

Any surprises?

- The theme of this
morning's service

is new friends and beginnings.

Reverend Rushton
thought it appropriate.

- Right, we better get
ourselves ready.

Our audience will
be arriving soon.

Aaron tells me that

you met Simon Harper

and one of his daughters
yesterday.

- Yes, I did.
I was very worried about her.

- The Harpers are rather
influential around here.

They've lived here
for generations.

Their ancestors
were burnt at the stake.

In Chapel Croft, you'll find
that being kindred to a martyr

still counts for something.

The Harpers are
very well respected.

They contribute a lot
to this community.

It wouldn't do to be on
the wrong side of that family.

- Will they be here
this morning?

- No.

My advice is you try
to fix things.

We have company, excuse me.

- What was in the box?

- Sorry?

- There was a box left outside
your house this morning.

Didn't you see it?
- Yes.

Have you got any idea
who left it there?

What was in it?

- I don't know.

Didn't have time to open it.
I was coming here.

- Excuse me.

Good morning.

And a very warm welcome to all,

and particularly to our
new vicar, Reverend Brooks.

So, it is a new start for her,
and a new start for us.

We've all experienced
many setbacks,

failures in our lives.

I wanted to play football for
Brighton & Hove Albion...

- Hello?

- Reverend.

- Jesus!

Could you stop doing that?

- Doing what?

- There was a girl.

- What girl?

Did you smell smoke?

- Yeah.
What was that?

It happens sometimes.

- Did you smell it?

- No.

I believe this belongs
to Mrs. Hartman.

Maybe you could
drop it off to her.

- Hello. I'm Jack.
I'm the new vicar.

- I know who you are.

I hoped to see you.

You can hang the coat
over there.

So, you came from Nottingham.

- I did, that's right, yes.

- And how are you
finding it here?

- It's fine.

Everyone's been very welcoming.

- Have you seen
the burning girls yet?

Yes, they're everywhere.

No, dear,
not the dolls, the girls.

They haunt the chapel.

If you see the burning girls,

something bad will befall you.

That's why they made
the dolls originally...

To ward off the girls'
vengeful spirits.

You heard of Reverend Fletcher.

- Yes.

It's very sad.

- He was fascinated by
that story.

So he started to research
the history of the village.

That's how he became interested
in the other girls.

- Other girls?

- Merry Joanne Lane

and Joy Harris.

15-year-olds.

Disappeared without a trace,

30 years ago.

Spirited, strong-minded girls.

Best friends.

Today, we might applaud them
for their independence,

but not then.

- Are they expensive?

- Not if you nick 'em.

Then they were disruptive, wild.

Some would say evil.

Their deeply religious mothers
turned to the church,

to rid them of
their demonic ways.

- Merry!

- Here.
- Thank you, Mr. Grady,

but my mother has
a shit load of them.

- Go on, you should change your
ways, Merry Joanne Lane.

Or God will change them for you.

Good luck with that.

They don't burn them
at the stake these days,

but I assure you,

malevolence still lies deep in
the soul of this village.

- You must really hate your mum.

- Sometimes I wish
she was different,

but mostly I just wish
she was dead.

As for Merry and Joy,
they simply disappeared.

Vanished.

The police concluded
they'd run away together.

- Why?

- Joy left a note.

- And the families
just let it go?

- Merry's mother and brother
left the village,

almost a year to the day
after Merry disappeared.

Joy's mother, Pauline,

never stopped looking for her.

Poor thing.

- What a terribly sad story.

- Troubled girls.

Once again.

- See ya.
- Bye.

- Bye.

We demonize young girls

here in Chapel Croft.

Maggie and Abigail,

Merry and Joy.

Some say their evil lives on,

and that that evil infects

other young girls
even to this day.

Reverend Fletcher
thought he knew

what had happened
to Merry and Joy.

He wouldn't tell me.

But whatever it was,
it troubled him deeply.

- And do you think that's
why he committed suicide?

No, dear.

I think that's why
he was killed.

- Who the hell are you, and why
are you pissing in my shed?

I asked you a question.

- I'm sorry.

I-I just really needed to,

you know, go, and, well,

I don't...

I don't like to pee
on the graves.

It seems wrong.

Thanks.

- I'm Flo.

- Wrigley.

- You're kidding, right?

- It's my surname.
Lucas Wrigley.

- Shit, sorry.
- I wasn't trying to...

- Yeah, it's fine.

It's called dystonia...

the twitching and stuff.

It's neurological.

Something wrong in
my brain, apparently.

- Do you wanna, like, clean up,
you know, go inside?

I'll just...

- Hello.

I'm Jack Brooks,
new vicar at Chapel Croft.

Wondering if I could have
a word with your dad?

- Mum!

Vicar.

Tell her
I'm just coming.

Hello.
- Hi, I'm Jack Brooks,

the new vicar at Chapel Croft.
- Emma Harper.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

- I bumped into Poppy
and your husband yesterday.

- Yes, so he said.

- Just wondered if
I could have a word.

- Sure. Come through.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- It's what people do in movies.

I'm not really sure if it works.

- Thanks.

Sorry I, um,

sorry I scared you.

- You didn't.

Well, why did you slam
the door in my face then?

- Well, I thought you
were gonna attack me,

but I wasn't scared.

- What does scare you?

- Why?

- Our fears reveal
our true selves.

- What makes you think
I'd tell you about my true self?

- You will.

- What are you doing here?

You know, apart from
pissing in our shed.

- Just stuff.

Wow.

- I come up here to draw.

- Nice.

Not bad.

- You a photographer?
- Yeah.

Well, I mean,
you know, I wanna be one.

- Looks old.

- Yeah, it was my dad's.
It's film.

You can spend, like,
hours in a dark room

'til you get a picture
just right.

Can't really do that
with a phone.

- Can on a computer.

- Yeah, but, you know,
it's not the same.

It's about, like,
integrity and touch.

Right?

- Um, well, I'd best
be off then.

Thanks for the ice.

- You... it's...
You just have a little...

Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

No problem.

It's just through here.

- So, what school are you
going to?

Warbler's Green?

I guess so.

Are you there?

- Well, at least
you know one friendly face.

- Yeah, I can tell everyone
how I beat you up

for pissing in my shed.

- I'm glad to have
given you an edge.

- Bye then.

I know this sick place.

You'll love it.

For your photos, I mean.

- Are you free tomorrow?

I can take you there.

- Okay. Sure.

- Cool.

- She can do that for hours.

- Is she okay?

After what happened yesterday.

- She wasn't meant to be there.

Rosie was taking her
to the playground,

but you know children.

Do you have children, Reverend?

- Yes, I do.

Just the one, Flo.

Florence.

She's 15.

Same age as Rosie.

And your husband,
is he a vicar too?

- He was.

He died when Flo was very young.

I'm so sorry.

Can I... are you sure
I can't get you anything?

- Yeah, maybe a glass of water.

- Reverend Brooks.
Nice to see you again.

Why didn't you call me
and tell me we had a visitor?

- Sorry.

I thought you were busy.

- Well, I could've found time.

- Sorry. I didn't think.

- No, you didn't.

- I was hoping for a chat.

- Course you were.

I better get on.

Nice to meet you, Reverend.

- Nice to meet you too.

- Forgive me that
we're not gonna be able

to invite to lunch, Reverend.

- Yesterday was pretty upsetting
for everyone involved,

so I thought I'd come by and,

you know, introduce myself
properly and start afresh...

- You don't need to
check up on us.

- No, no, of course not, I...

- Reverend Brooks,
I know all about you.

- You do?
- Yes, I know where you're from.

You're not in Nottingham now.

This isn't some
inner-city shit-hole

where we go around
abusing our kids

or let families ritually
slaughter them in our church.

What was it, an exorcism?

The papers weren't really
very clear about that.

You look after your flock,

and I'll look after mine,
alright?

- Arsehole.

Fuck's sake.

So what, I fixed my face.

- Go inside, go on.

Go on.

Stay in there 'til morning.

You stay in there.

- Let me go, you crazy bitch!

- You stay in there 'til
you learn how to behave!

Hallowed be thy name,

thy kingdom come,
thy will be done...

- Flo?

Flo?

Flo?

Just wait one sec.

- I'm busting, come on.

- Quickly.
Come on, just...

- Really, Flo?

- Yeah, well.
I need a darkroom.

- No, we talked about this.

- Well, it's...

- Well, what about the shed?

- That's off the table.

- Well, so is this.

- What? Why?

- Why? Because it's
the only loo in the house

and I need to be able
to see what I'm doing

when I'm having a pee,
now, come on.

- Yeah, don't you think
it looks good now?

- Come on, give me a minute.
- Fine.

- No one takes my Ruby!

Murderer!

Murdering bitch!

Mum, I'm starving!

I can't believe you
went back for round two

with that wanker Harper.

Wish I hadn't
bothered now.

- Well, maybe just,
you know, avoid him from now on.

- Weird.
- Yeah.

- Just weird.

- I think he's not used
to being challenged.

Especially by a woman.

- What a wanker.

How was the rest of your day?

- Well, things couldn't
get much worse.

I stood in the middle
of the village naked

and sacrificed a few chickens.

You know, it's okay, Mum.

It's okay.

We'll sort it out.

We always do.

Dear Lord.

I hope you've got better things
to do with your time

than to listen to my ramblings,

especially tonight.

I don't know.

Coming here, was it a mistake?

It's shaken loose all
the things in my head

that I used to keep in place.

I can't find anything anymore.

I'm scared.

Hello?

Hey, who's in here?

Hello?

It's Jack.

Hello?

Hey.

I won't hurt you.

Hey.

Our Father, father, father.

If you see the burning girls,

something bad will befall you.

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