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♪ By earth and air ♪

♪ By fire and water ♪

♪ So shall you hear our call ♪

Powers of birth and rebirth,

we call upon you to
cure the nagging cough

of our dear friend,
Reverend Mother Adrian.

- I could never
remember this bit.

- ♪ Sources of life and
light, we invoke you ♪

- I've christened the
sparrow Mr. Truman.

I call all my waifs and strays
after American presidents.

First there was
Washington the hedgehog.

- Then...
- Twas 'ere, Miss Thimble.

- I'm going to stick my neck out
and say this wasn't an accident.

- Our poor victim was a female,
between 30 and 50, I'd say.

Burnt to death.

Great Slaughter's
very own Joan of Arc.

Or Pamela Reeves.

No?

Agatha Christie's
"Body in the Library"?

Found in a charred vehicle,

but already dead when
the match was lit.

Which may be the case
here, too, by the way.

There's a knife wound
in the back of the neck.

From this, perhaps.

An athame,

the traditional
knife of witchcraft.

- You think Tom was
right then, Sister,

that this is the work
of... of witches?

- Well, the ritualised
human sacrifice,

the inverted pentacle, which
is a symbol of the devil,

voodoo doll.

Yes. This is straight out
of a black magic textbook.

What's that?

"Jackie."

If only all corpses
were so considerate.

- My folks had a gardener
'round a few weeks back.

Her name was
Jackie. Jackie Rice.

- Thanks, Button.
Useful place to start.

Sister?

Oh, yes.

A silver chalice.

Used for mixing
potions and remedies.

Yes. I'll check it for
useable fingerprints.

- Witches in Great
Slaughter, eh?

Shouldn't be too hard to find.

- Well, they won't be dressed
as in The Wizard of Oz, Sam.

They'll be doing their best to
look exactly like everyone else.

- You mean there are
witches in our town

pretending to be real people?

What sort of dancing, Tom?

I-I see. And how many of them?

Four of 'em. Witches...

White dresses? Are you sure?

- What did he say?
- Apparently, they were trying

to cure the Reverend
Mother's cough.

What's wrong, Sister?

- Well, white dresses,
a healing charm?

What Tom saw were
four white witches.

Wouldn't be seen dead
sacrificing humans,

if you'll pardon the pun.

How perplexing.

It's happening again!

- Oh, no.
- Where are they?

Where are the Satanists?

Let's not jump

to any rash conclusions,
now, Reverend Mother.

Rash conclusions?

A human being has
been sacrificed.

Well, according to Tom,

those Satanists were
trying to cure your cough.

My cough? Nonsense.

- You did say it felt a
lot better this morning,

Reverend Mother.

15 years ago,

we found a witch
living in our midst,

and we banished her!

Ohh, absolutely.

- Now those devil
worshipers are back.

- Oh.
- Sister Boniface,

I order you to
share their names,

that we might remove
them from the town!

Okay, quieten down.

Sister Boniface will
do no such thing.

Now, if you could leave
with your vigilante mob

so we can continue
with our investigation.

- To dispel the devil, you must
first accept that he lives.

Hallelujah.

- Maybe we should
leave them to it.

Reverend Mother.

Go, children, go.

Go.

- I'm surprised they
didn't bring pitchforks.

This is definitely
Jackie Rice's house?

According to my dad.

Right.

Jackie?

It's open.

Jackie Rice? It's the police.

Pentacles,

wand, and a broomstick.

- Something tells me
we're in the right place.

Well done, Button.

Come here.

Right.

Got her.

Miss Hartwood?

Hello, Peggy.

- M-Miss Hartwood's
my old dinner lady.

- Right. Well, I want to
know what you're doing here.

- Well, I believe she's
trying to protect Jackie Rice.

Witch tradition has it

that when a member of
the coven dies suddenly,

one of their fellow witches

must burn all evidence
of them being a witch.

So you're a witch, as well.

- We're going to turn
over your house anyway,

Miss Hartwood, so?

Yes, alright, I'm a witch.

Gosh. That sounds strange.

But, Miss...

You made the best
apple crumble ever.

I still do, Peggy.

- How did you know
that Jackie was dead?

I was at last night's Sabbat.

I waited for Eliza afterwards
at the crossroads nearby.

I wanted to ask her
something about gardening.

Who's Eliza?

- Jackie. Eliza's
her witch name.

Mine's Hyacinth.

Go on.

Glinda and Jocasta had gone.

When Eliza didn't come,

I went back to the clearing.

I saw the fire.

The mask and the
earrings and the locket.

I knew it was Jackie.

I didn't know what to do.

I've been up all night.

- Was there any conflict
in the group last night?

There was one moment.

You alright, Hyacinth?

- Sisters, there's something
I-I need to share with you.

I, erm...

I arrived here
early this evening

to find Glinda
putting a curse on me.

- What?
- Why on earth would she do that?

- I think she's worried that
I want to take over the coven,

but I honestly don't. And...

The thing is, I think it
was a dark moon curse.

But isn't that a death spell?

You must have misheard.

Glinda is the whitest
witch in England.

Yeah, I know she is.

Okay.

This one is for Joe the postman.

Poor man's hurt his back.

- Had you noticed tension
between those two before?

No,

although Eliza once told me
she thought Glinda hated her.

- So, Glinda, Jocasta,
what are their real names?

- No, I've said
too much already.

- Miss Hartwood,
protecting the identity

of a suspected
murderer is an offence.

- But neither of
them are murderers.

- Well, we'll be
the judge of that.

An oath is an oath, Sam.

So, the blood found next to
the corpse is B-negative,

the same type as Jackie Rice.

Isn't that a rare one?

- Found in only 2%
of the population.

Jolly helpful.

Her dental records will
confirm the identification.

- And cause of death?
- I believe Jackie died

from a single stab to the
neck with the athame knife

and was already dead by the time
the flames touched her body.

Thank the Lord.

- Strange. Prayers
aren't for another hour.

- We learnt from the Tituba
incident 15 years ago

that Satanists
look just like us.

So I tell you this.

Trust no one.

Suspect everyone.

- Do you think there could
be a witch with us right now?

Quiet, please.

It's a challenge, certainly.

- My good friend Betty
Jessop showed great courage

in unmasking Tituba
all those years ago.

So now we must identify
the witches Tom saw

and banish them from
Great Slaughter!

- Mrs. Ape, who lives
off the high street,

I reckon she's a witch.

What makes you say that?

- Well, she's got four cats,
and she talks to herself.

- Thank you, Dottie. We'll
certainly keep an eye on her...

- I don't trust
Miss Ogley, either.

Her skin is terrible,

and she's always
lighting bonfires.

Another helpful suggestion.

- Erm, might this be a
good time to point out

the historical overlaps between
witchcraft and Catholicism?

- For example, coven comes
from the word convent.

Thank you, Sister Boniface!

- Reverend Mother, there's
something you should see.

- Well...

Oh, gosh.

- Sister Reginald,
you will organise

a round-the-clock vigilance

of all the entrances
to the convent.

Let no one in.

Sister Peter, follow the police.

Report back on
anything you find.

- Understood?
- Yes, Reverend Mother.

- "The Satanist
Tituba was unmasked

thanks to the discovery
of her Book of Shadows

by local nurse Betty
Jessop on a house visit.

This book is now in the
possession of the Bugle."

- Crikey.
- What's a Book of Shadows?

Erm, a witch's diary.

A repository full of her
charms, spells, and potions.

Losing that would have been
like losing a limb for Tituba.

"Reverend Mother
Adrian has insisted

Tituba and her daughter be
banished from Great Slaughter."

- They said it was official
police business. I'm sorry.

What do we say?

- Norman Whalley by
name, Wally by nature,

We are a free press, Norman,

not the servants of
the ruddy police!

Now watch and learn.

I think you must have me
confused with my predecessor.

All reviews to see the
archives go through me,

not the office monkey.

Mr. Rugg. Just the man.

What happened to
Tituba's Book of Shadows?

Why don't you ask your boss?

Reverend Mother Adrian?

After we published excerpts,

she accused us of
proselytising Satanism.

Whipped up local feeling to
the point we agreed to burn it.

And did you?

- A ritual book burning
made a much better story.

We even let the Reverend
Mother light the match.

- Do you mind if
we hold onto these?

Yes.

- Well, we'll be
confiscating it as evidence.

Thank you for your assistance.

- I-I'll see you around, Peggy?

Norman!

- This nurse Betty Jessop did
a pretty good job of snooping,

by the sounds of it.

- Betty's no snoop.
She's a good friend

of Reverend Mother and a
regular dinner guest here.

- Well, maybe Tituba really
has come back for revenge.

Maybe.

Having her Book of
Shadows made public

would have been a huge
humiliation for Tituba.

- Where do banished
witches go, I wonder?

I have no idea.

But I have found a couple of
unusual friends on this chalice.

Micrococcus luteus and
Pseudomonas aeruginos.

Sounds like a pair

of Roman gladiators.

They're unusual bacteria

typically found in a
hospital environment.

From a nurse, perhaps.

- Gosh. Someone's
left in a hurry.

- There was no
toothbrush in her toilet.

Look at this.

Good Lord.

- Either Betty Jessop
was a witch, or...

she's very much into Halloween.

Oh, Sam, look at this.

Glinda.

Looks like Lucy's moved out.

- Probably because she found
out her mother was a witch.

Oh, no.

Oh, poor Lucy.

She was in my class at school.

- What's Reverend Mother going
to say when she finds out?

- I don't know. But please, can
I be there when you let her know?

- I have to say, the
craftsmanship on these things

is outstanding.

What is it, Sister?

- Well, Heather Hartwood
described Glinda

as the whitest witch
in the country.

And everything in that chest
points to white witchcraft.

- So why would she sadistically
murder a fellow witch?

- Maybe Tituba has taken over
Betty Jessop and corrupted her.

- You sure the Reverend Mother
hasn't taken you over, Button?

Felix?

You alright?

- These flowers,
they're so beautiful.

You know?

Ah, and that bird song.

It's easy to forget when
you're investigating a murder,

but, you know, isn't
life wonderful?

Mm.

- I'll, er, try and
track down Lucy.

See if she knows
where her mum is.

Good idea.

Er, but keep it
on the Q.T., eh?

We don't want anyone in
the village to find out

that Betty Jessop is
our prime suspect.

- Well, Betty Jessop
couldn't drive,

and there are no sightings of
her at the train or bus station.

I've got a team out
looking locally for her.

Ah. Care to
enlighten me, Sister?

- Oh, enlighten,
yes. Very good, Sam.

I examined the letters
Heather Hartwood was holding

and found an unexpected guest.

Citric acid in the
form of lemon juice.

Invisible ink.

Bingo.

You wonder, Sister.

- "You are the best thing
that has ever happened to me.

I've read your last
letter a hundred times,

and I can't stop smiling."

- Heather and Jackie
were together.

- Jolly happy, too,
by the sounds of it.

Mm.

Oh, no.

- "How could you abandon
me? I still love you,

but now when I see
you, I hate you, too."

- Jackie broke poor
Heather's heart.

How terribly sad.

- But looking on the bright side,
we now have another suspect.

- I never met
anyone like Jackie.

How lovely.

- I want to show you
something, actually.

So, I've been
working 'round here.

And this is the bee orchid.

It's so cunning.

It imitates a female bee,

lures lovesick male
bees onto its petals.

It's very clever.

Then one day, she stopped it.

No explanation. No apology.

You must have been devastated.

Is that why you killed Jackie?

To avenge her rejection of you?

No!

You know, hurting
people, it isn't...

It's why I like
being a white witch.

All the kindness.

- We know that Glinda
is Betty Jessop.

You and Betty are the only
suspects in this murder

unless you tell us the
name of the fourth witch.

Sam.

An oath is an oath.

Sir?

- Ah, Button, what
have you got for me?

- Lucy Jessop's still
in Great Slaughter.

- I've got an address.
- Ah, excellent.

Let's go and pay your
schoolmate a visit,

see if she knows
where her mother is.

What's that?

Miss Thimble's cakes don't
usually generate a frenzy.

What's going on?

Everything alright?

- Lordy! Miss Thimble
into a little frog!

- You're saying that
is Miss Thimble?

- Oh.
- Oh! Oh, poor Dottie.

- It's nonsense. Dottie's
just gone off somewhere

without telling him
where she was going.

Where is she?

Let me through!

Miss Thimble, I order you to
tell us who did this to you.

Lord.

If the witch is here,

can you maybe point at them?

- Dottie has not been
turned into a frog.

Tituba?

Tituba? Are you in there?

- Oh, you've all
lost your minds!

Poor Mrs. Clam.

- Something weird's
going on, sir.

Look at what's happening
to Sergeant Livingston.

- Felix's good mood is
certainly unnerving.

Guess when it started?

When you put that photo
of Tituba in his pocket.

Did you find anything out

from the police
investigation, Sister Peter?

- Nothing at all
yet, Reverend Mother.

- This is crazy.
Peggy, you know my mum.

Does she seem to you like
a witch and a murderer?

- She's always been
very kind to me.

- Lucy, this wax on your
shoes, where did you get it?

- No idea.
- The thing is, it matches wax

from the candles
at the crime scene.

Matching up these soil fragments
will confirm things, of course.

- Or you could start
telling us the truth, Lucy.

For your sake and your mother's.

- Life in this place
won't be worth living.

- We will be discreet.
You have our word.

- My mother initiated me
into the coven when I was 12.

And yes, I was at the
Sabbat last night.

- So you and your
mother are close?

We were.

But we had an
argument a week ago.

I told her I wanted to leave the
sisterhood, try other things.

Last night was the first
time we'd spoken since.

- I'm going to the new
forest for a few days

to make peace with
your decision.

- Okay.
- Sorry to interrupt you, ladies.

Betty, can I have a word?

Of course.

I'll come see your new
place when I get back.

- Is this where you think your
mother is, in the new forest?

- She made that same
trip a few years ago,

after my father died.

According to Heather Hartwood,

your mother put a
fatal curse on Jackie.

She stayed behind with
Jackie last night,

and now Jackie's dead.

- My mother would
never hurt anyone.

- Which would mean either
you or Heather killed Jackie.

- Unless you believe
Tituba really did come back

to Great Slaughter.

- Peggy, Sister, I want
you to search this room.

I can't tell Reverend Mother.

- What can't you tell
me, Sister Peter?

- The police suspect
that Betty Jessop

is one of the witches and
quite possibly the killer.

Betty? Don't be absurd.

Do they honestly think that I
would have a witch as a friend

- and not realise?
- But, Reverend Mother,

earlier you said you can never
tell who the Satanists are.

Suspect everyone. Trust no one.

- Yes, but Betty is a
close, personal friend,

a regular visitor here. I
mean, if she's a Satanist,

well, then...

Give that back.

A Book of Shadows,

with the seal of Lucifer.

"Private. Read and be
cursed for eternity.

Signed, Tituba, May 1928."

Clem burnt that.

Who gave you this, Lucy?

- I have no idea. Three
months ago, I found it

in the basket of my
bike on the high street.

But whoever put it
there, I'm so grateful.

Why?

- Well, it's a damn
sight more interesting

than my Book of Shadows.

I tried out a light
hex on my mum.

- What happened?
- Oh, she tripped over

and smashed her
favourite teapot.

It was exciting.

Did you try anything else?

This, for example?

- No. Look, I just
wanted a bit of fun.

Maybe Tituba made two copies.

- Witches only ever keep
one Book of Shadows.

- What are all these
signs and squiggles?

Oh, it's Thelemin,

a symbol-based
language of the occult.

I can't claim more than
a working knowledge.

- Well, while you work
on your fluency, Sister,

circumstantial evidence
favours Betty Jessop.

But even if Jackie was
threatening her position,

would she really have
murdered her for that?

The daughter Lucy had
a black magic streak

and a human sacrifice
instruction manual

but no motive as yet.

Heather, on the other hand,

had a strong motive
in heartbreak,

but she wouldn't
say boo to a goose,

let alone barbecue someone.

Oh. Reverend Mother.

Is it true, Sister?

Is Betty Jessop a witch?

Aah!

No! No, no, no, no.
It's not possible!

I saw you burnt!

Get that apparition
from the convent.

That's an order, Sister!

Can't explain it. Sorry.

I can.

- Shut up, Norman.
- We've got to tell them

- the truth, Clem.
- I'm warning you.

- Three months ago, there
was a break-in overnight.

I was the first in the next
morning, and only one folder

- had been touched.
- The Tituba folder?

- A copy of the front-page
article had been taken from it,

and, er... And
the contents of...

this envelope.

- "B-O-S."

The Book of Shadows.

Alright.

I held onto the book
because it was dynamite.

I decided to bide my time
until I could publish it.

And I burnt an
identical-looking black book

in front of the Reverend Mother.

Then I hid the
original in that folder

- Clem made me
promise to keep quiet.

That's why I didn't
report the break-in.

- Because I didn't
want to cause panic.

You've seen what the locals
are like about this stuff.

- Thank you for your
honesty, Norman.

It's a heartwarming reminder

that people are
fundamentally decent.

- So who stole it from the
Bugle, Betty, Lucy, or Heather?

Well, none of them.

Thanks to clever,
old dactyloscopy,

I've matched a fingerprint
from this envelope

with the victim.

Jackie Rice stole it?

Hyoscyamus niger.

Datura stramonium.

Salvia rosmarinus. That's
rosemary to you and me.

- Sister, stimulating as
this botany lesson is...

Aconitum napellus.

Now, you're a nasty,
little thing, aren't you?

Look at your
neighbours. Belladonna.

Hellebore. What
an unfriendly lot.

Why did Jackie want
you around, I wonder?

What's that?

"Do what thou wilt."

Engraved with the seal of Satan.

Well, that settles it.

Jackie Rice practised
black magic.

- But why would Tituba
join a white witch coven?

- Same reason a fox enters a
hen house... to wreak havoc.

- And a jolly good
job she was doing.

She'd broken Heather's
heart, led Lucy astray.

- That's it. That's
our motivation.

Betty had found another Tituba,

but this one was
corrupting her daughter.

Betty couldn't take any
chances, so she had to die.

- What was the quote
that was on the chest?

"All is permissible
when done out of love."

- Tom found Betty's
bag. She's in the woods.

Mother of us all,

gather us in your arms.

Give us comfort in the
loss of our sister, Eliza.

Witches!

We were looking
for Betty Jessop,

but Tom's stick led us to you!

- Well, that, and this being
the same place you met before!

Shh!

In the name of our Lord,
I order you witches

to reveal yourselves.

Please?

Heather Hartwood. Good Lord!

Lucy, my poor child,

corrupted by her Satanic mother!

You're wrong, Reverend Mother.

I'm the only evil
one in my family.

- You turn that frog
back into Miss Thimble!

I'm ordering you now!

- We don't turn
people into frogs.

- You cured Reverend
Mother's cough.

Who knows what else you can do.

They did not cure my cough!

Where is Miss Thimble?

I'm here, Reverend Mother.

- Where the hell
ha' you been ta?

I been worried about you!

I thought you been
turned into a frog!

I
thought we'd lost you forever!

- I took Mr. Truman to
the vet in Cirencester.

The good news is he's
going to be alright.

General Eisenhower,

what are you doing here?

He's been coming into
my cafe. Funny chap.

He's got a thing
for Victoria sponge.

Told you!

Betty.

We've got her at last.

Come on, Sister Peter.

My, my.

What is it, Sister?

- Well, Peggy, our corpse
still has its appendix.

But Jackie Rice had hers
removed 19 years ago.

She grew it back?

Now, that really is magic.

- Hang on. More likely
I've been fooled.

Betty Jessop still had
her appendix. It fits.

But where's the motive?

"Be brave. Love carnage.

My darling daughter
of Satan, Eliza."

Oh, golly.

The body in the fire,
it's Betty Jessop.

Murdered in an act of revenge
by Jackie, Tituba's daughter.

- Who then framed Betty
for her own murder.

- Brilliant, Sister,
obviously. Just one question.

Why has Jackie lingered
in Great Slaughter?

- Because she hasn't
finished her revenge mission.

- What, so who's her
next victim, Lucy?

- No, er, the only
other person she blames

for her mother being
punished is, erm...

Oh, heavens above.

- Shouldn't we head back to
the others, Reverend Mother?

Nonsense!

I can't do this!

Coward!

Tituba was my mother.

And this was her concoction.

She called it The
Python's Embrace.

She never recovered
from the humiliation

of what you and Betty
Jarvis did to her.

She died six months ago.

But you've got about an
hour to think about that

before she suffocates you.

Find Reverend Mother! Quick!

Erm...

Reverend Mother!

Oh, what's happened to you?

I believe she's been poisoned.

The Python's Embrace.

I have one hour.

Erm... okay.

Python's Embrace.
Python's Embrace.

Python's Embrace.

Erm, Python's Embrace.

Ah, yes.

Erm, right.

Erm, I can picture an
antidote, but time is short,

and the recipe is long.

Erm, Peggy, take Reverend
Mother back to the convent.

Put her in bed
and stay with her.

Right, Sister.

Felix, let's go gardening.

Quickly.

- Mother would never tell
me what happened to her

in Great Slaughter.

All I knew was that two
women had ruined her life.

So after she died, I
came here to find out.

I dropped into the newspaper
office, and I read the story

of how Glinda and that
nun humiliated her.

So I joined Glinda's coven.

Tearing Hyacinth's heart in two.

Pouring evil into
Jocasta's innocent mind

through her mother's
diary. Both delicious.

But killing Glinda was the
most perfect moment of my life.

So what's on your mind, Eliza?

In the name of Tituba,

I summon the spirits of
darkness and vengeance!

All that pain that
my mother had felt

passed through me and
into Glinda's neck.

And I felt purged.

So I went back to hers,
packed back for her retreat,

and headed to the woods.

- You must have known you
couldn't trick us forever.

- All I needed was time
to poison that nun.

And then I'd rejoin my
old coven in Exmoor.

Best laid plans, eh?

- My only regret is that
it's unlikely I'll be hanged.

I am ready to join
the next life.

Less than five minutes to go.

Come on, Sister.

- Here's another cold flannel
for you, Reverend Mother.

Oh, oh, thank the Lord.

- This should do the
trick, Reverend Mother.

Drink it all up, please.

And the leaves.

That's it.

Thank you.

- I'm going to carry
on my mum's work.

Protect the sisterhood against
the threat of black witchcraft.

I'm pleased.

And will you stay
in Great Slaughter?

- This town is no place
for an outed witch.

- I am very sorry to
hear about your mother.

- She was always extremely
fond of you, Reverend Mother.

- I shall keep a place
in my heart for her.

- At least the Reverend
Mother now understands

that not all witches
are the same.

- See them both swiftly
off the premises.

Maybe not.

- I'm going to eat your
cake in a minute, Felix.

Have it. I don't care.

I know what's happened.

Now that he's burnt
that photo of Tituba,

the curse of happiness
has been lifted from him.

- What, and now he's back
to his old, gloomy self?

That is a good theory, Button.

Nonsense, but I like it.

- Do you want to know
why I was so happy?

Two days ago, I received
this letter from Victoria

announcing that she'll be
coming to England next month.

- Oh, how wonderful.
- Mm.

So why the long face now?

- Well, this morning, I received
a second letter from Victoria

informing me that due to her
auntie falling sick in Tobago,

she has had to put
her plans on hold

indefinitely.

Oh, no.

- I'm starting to wonder if
she'll ever make it to England.

- Well, I'm sorry
to hear that, Felix.

- It's good to have
you back, though.

There you go, General.

Go and inspect your
troops. Toodle-pip!

I still can't believe

people thought I'd been
changed into a frog.