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Ghosts are everywhere...

whether you choose to believe in them, or not.

Some are simply trapped here...

Spirits...

looking for help to pass on to the other side.

Others are more dangerous.

They are here to hurt us.

Ghosts exist.

But then, so do we.

♪ A-haunting we will go

♪ A-haunting we will go

Knock it off, Jerry. We're supposed Tobe professionals.

I am a professional,

currently lowering himself to appear in some training film...

for those wide-eyed little ghost finders still in training.

Hello, ghost finders, wherever you are.

Watch. Learn. Don't have nightmares.

Can we make a start, please?

Hello, boys.

Guess what I do.

Don't anyone else feel like they have to help with all this extremely heavy equipment.

What a dump.

Why don't ghost sever haunt anywhere nice,

like a first-class restaurant?

- Or Spearmint Rhino?- Down, boy.

Concentrate.

Here be ghosts.

Or, at least, there had better be.

I'd hate to think I brought my nice new suit all the way to this backwater little town...

if there aren't ghosts, ghoulies and long-legged beasties to be found.

Why do I always end up having to haul this shit around?

Because it’s your shit.

And you launch a major hissy fit if we even try and touch it.

That's because you always break things.

Boys and their toys.

Lower the noise level, darlings. I need to concentrate.

Team telepath.

We'd be better off with a trained dog.

Okay, these are disturbing.

Either the play group's been cutting back on the Ritalin...

or these little tykes have been getting very bad vibes from this place.

It's odd. I'm not picking up any traces of the children.

Minds as open as theirs...

should have left psychic imprints all over the hall,

like smudgy hand prints.

Ian, get your toys in order.

I want a full scan of the hall on every level you can manage.

Stay out of my head.

If you don't want me in there, you shouldn't think so loudly.

Okay, contact has been established.

The institute is seeing and hearing everything we are.

I'm sending them real-time coverage of everything we're picking up.

Maybe I'll give them a flash, make sure they’re paying attention.

- The camera will be able to pick up something

that small?- Funny woman. Very funny.

What do you think, Mark? Should we just plunge right in?

Or do we have to wait for the Pearl & Dean adverts first?

Just get on with it. Introduce yourself and your team.

Explain what we're doing here.

The institute will put in all the technical shit after.

Recording. Three, two.

Hello there! I'm Jerry Mackay, leader of this happy band of ghost finders.

We, like you, work for the Carnacki Institute.

Our brief is to investigate hauntings, find out what's behind them...

and then do something about them.

We find ghosts, and we lay them to rest.

Often with extreme prejudice.

We'll be showing you how to deal with a standard haunting.

Pay attention. The soul you save may be your own.

And make plenty of notes. There will Bea test afterwards.

Everybody knows there are bad places in the world...

Houses that make you walk by on the other side of the street,

bedrooms that no one in their right mind would sleep in,

the mirror with too many faces in it,

the dim figure standing at the foot of the bed,

the dark at the top of the stairs.

Places...

where the walls of the world have worn thin...

and the things from outside are trying to get in.

There have always been ghosts...

Things that aren’t quite dead enough,

that hang around like...

guests reluctant to leave the party,

tapping on your window late at night.

But they're dead...

and we're alive.

That gives us the advantage.

Over the next few hours, we'll find the ghost, find out what’s keeping it here,

then put it to rest,

whether it likes it or not.

Because that's the job in the Carnacki Institute field teams.

We do not take any shit from the hereafter.

Good work, Jerry.

Good words. They should be.

He took long enough writing them on the train coming down.

And he locked himself in the toilet so he could rehearse it.

Practice and preparation prevent piss-poor performance.

You are right though, Ian.

What self-respecting ghost...

would choose to haunt a charmless shit-hole like this one?

Is this your subtle way of admitting you haven't read the briefing files... again?

Uh, I was busy.

Inspired deathless prose doesn't just write itself, you know.

Plus, you always read the briefing files.

Teacher's pet. Or is it the other way round? One does hear rumors.

So what are we dealing with here...

in this entirely typical village hall?

How long have you got?

What a name.

Umfraville.

Ready to go, guys.

Institute has hired the hall for the whole evening, so we shouldn't be interrupted.

But, uh, the sooner we put this one to bed and go home, the better.

Okay?

Recording. Three, two.

Just recently, people have been getting bad feelings here.

Feelings of unease, of being watched.

All the traditional signs of a standard haunting...

A sense of an unknown presence, glimpses of strange faces,

unexplained figures that come and go.

No one will stay in hereon their own anymore.

The local play group has moved to a new location...

because the children have started having hysterics for no obvious reason.

Though those painting son the wall may provide a clue.

- Hold it. This is happening by day, not just by night?- By day and by night.

But other than that, it's practically textbook.

Some people said they could smell blood when there was no blood.

But you're not getting anything right now?

Not a thing, sweetie,

which is starting to unnerve me just a little.

Right. Let's get this show on the road. Ian, where’s my scan of the hall?

I want everything from temperature fluctuations to electromagnetic variations.

Anna, give Mea full psychic scan, past and present.

Anna. Try to pick up something.

Jerry, this isn't right.

I'm still getting nothing, which is just wrong.

Given how many people have used this hall on a regular basis,

this room should be lousy with trace memories.

My head should be full of voices.

But this place...

is just dead.

Which can only mean that someone...

or something very powerful is hiding here,

behind a projected screen of...

Nothing to see. Move along.

You think the institute knew about this?

You think this could be some kind of test for us?

I wouldn't put it past them.

What’s he doing here?

Mark?

The last thing I heard, he was still in the asylum.

Presumably he got better.

But what’s he doing here?

On this mission?

What are you two whispering about?

And why do I get the feeling I’m not gonna like the answer?

I don't know, dear. Maybe you're psychic.

Ian, what's your equipment telling you? I want a full report. Now.

Uh, let me see. Uh...

Is that a good "uh"or a bad "uh"? It's hard to tell.

I'm getting nothing on most of my readouts. No cold spots.

No temperature fluctuation sat all.

And the motion sensors aren’t picking up anything but us.

Are you sure we've come to the right place?

All I'm getting is dead air, so to speak.

Let me know at once if anything changes. Okay?

Uh, what do you think, Mark?

Should we carry on?

Well, unless and until something really out of the ordinary happens, yeah.

The lack of readings could be just local phenomena, a fluke.

Still got a training film to make.

Anyway, you're an experienced team.

If something really nasty should ooze out of the woodwork, you can handle it.

Right?

Right.

So, um, talk to camera? Uh-huh.

Now we're going to take you through some examples...

of what you should expect to encounter during a standard haunting.

Every haunting is unique, but there are some basic types.

Let's start with one of the most common... poltergeists.

- Give me the damn sedative!- We need to get her out of here!

Give me the bloody sedative!

All poltergeist activity has a trigger.

This usually turns out to be someone in the family, often a teenage girl.

Identify who this person is,

remove them from the location...

and everything should go back to being normal.

No supernatural treatment required.

Unlike our next example...

Exorcism.

Just calm down. Damn you! Damn you all to hell!

That's one kind of close encounter you may wish to avoid...

or, at the very least, dress appropriately for.

Never mess around with possessions.

Always have a reliable exorcist on speed dial.

If you have to do it yourself, remember your training.

Do not stint on the holy water.

Now we come to what is probably the most familiar type of haunting,

the ghost or revenant...

That which returns.

Modern ghosts have adapted to modern settings.

They can appear anywhere.

Just find out what links them to the waking world, remove it,

and they will pass on.

And now we come to the rarest, nastiest...

and probably the most dangerous entity...

that you could ever encounter.

We do not know what they are or how they came to be.

At the institute...

we call them the beast.

What the...

Beasts are creatures.

Things from the outside...

always looking for a way into our reality.

They can possess people or even places.

Now, there are weapons that we can use against them.

Some of them come with a price.

The exorcism bomb.

If things get that bad, I will be leaving at speed.

Try to keep up.

Luckily for all of us,

beasts are rare.

Very rare.

You could spend your entire career chasing ghost sand never encounter one.

Anna, so anything new from this area?

It's famously quiet.

No previous history, no weird phenomena at all.

And all paranormal reports from this location barely go back six months,

so whatever happened to bring about this haunting must be recent.

Simple.

No complications.

Best kind.

Except...

I still want to know what...

you're doing here, Mark.

What is an ex-field agent of your excellent record and hard-won reputation...

doing here as a mere cameraman?

You're not going to let this go, are you?

Not until I get a straight answer, no.

I thought you'd retired.

They don't let you just retire, Jerry.

Not when you know the kind of things that we know.

I heard about your last case... Buchanan Abbey.

Was it really as bad as everyone said?

You won't get anything from in there.

Look, I'm a cameraman because it keeps me busy.

And I don't think so much when I'm busy.

I don't know anything more than you do.

And if I did,

I probably wouldn’t be here.

Anna, what do you think? Why the lack of readings?

Hard to say.

Could be a fluke like he said... local phenomena.

A blind spot?

Oh, shit! Oh, shit.

What?

Interesting.

Nothing.

No view. No sign of the town.

No lights anywhere.

Just darkness that seems to go on forever.

Okay, this is getting scary.

How can it suddenly be night?

We must have lost time.

Three, four hours, at least.

No, my watch is still working.

Still says half past 5:00.

Could it be a time slip of some kind?

We're still here, but the outside world has moved on?

No. My instruments would have picked up something like that.

Could it be...

some kind of projected illusion?

No.

I'd have sensed that.

But it doesn't feel like night out there.

It's something else.

You never have anything good to say, do you?

Okay, you two stay put. I'm gonna take a look at this.

No.Don't open the door.

Do you want to let the darkness in?

Oh, shit. Will you stop saying that.

Just tell me what the bloody problem...

Where the hell’s the door gone?

That Wallis quite definitely solid.

- Maybe we could break through.- I don't think so.

What if we did break through and there was nothing on the other side?

Nothing at all?

We have got to get out of here. Forget the stupid haunting. We're trapped in here!

Hold everything.Look.

What the hell is going on here?

Someone...

is playing us.

It's real.

Solid.

Must lead somewhere.

I wouldn't put money on that.

- Open it.- You open it.

Listen.

Voices.

I'm hearing voices.

Far away.

They're not the echoes of the living.

There's definitely someone on the other side of that door.

Is that good...

or bad?

What do you think?

Cold.

It suddenly got really cold.

Do you feel it too?

Jerry.

A cold spot. I can measure that.

Definite drop in temperature throughout the hall, not just by the door.

Twenty degrees Celsius and still dropping.

This isn't a cold spot. This is an energy drain.

Something is trying really hard to get in.

That door is dangerous.

It's our only way out now. Might be.

Might not.

Just because it looks like a door,

it doesn't mean it's going to lead anywhere that we might want to go.

I am really not a happy bunny.

Of course, we still have to open the door. Wh-Wh-Why?

We need to understand what it is we're up against.

If you open that door,

there's no telling what you might let in.

Whatever it is,

we can handle it.

Whatever it is.

Are you getting anything, Anna?

I'm not sensing anything.

But can you feel that? Like hot air blowing through the doorway.

Yes. I feel that.

Hot as hell.

And it smells...

It smells rotten.

Jerry!

- Whoa!- Jerry! Are you hurt?

- It's not mine. It's not me.- Whose is it then?

Does anyone have a towel? I could really use a towel right now.

- Is that human blood?- How the hell should I know?

- I've never liked blood.- Just get it off me, please!

- Take your jacket off.- Handkerchief.

- What?- Handkerchief!

- Oh, God, the smell.- I had noticed that. Thank you.

Blood is always bad at a haunting. Blood has a voice.

It calls.

Calls? Calls what?

Standard haunting, my arse.

Are you sure you don't know anything about this?

They promised me this was just another training film.

Aah!

Someone really doesn’t want me filming them.

Ian, is your tech still working?

No smoke. No fire. Everything's cool.

What now, Jerry?

Just stay out of our way, Mark.

We're the A-team. We'll handle it.

Handle what? You don't even know what this is.

I'll find out. And I'll find Usa way out of here.

Well, sometimes there is no way out.

Even when you do leave,

it never leaves you behind.

What are you talking about?

They should have left mein the asylum.

Jerry. It's gone.

Wait.

Can't see my breath in the air anymore.

- The cold spot's gone.- Let me check that on my instruments.

Hall temperature is almost back to normal.

At least it's not leaking.

Door full of blood?

Anna, are you sure there was nothing in the briefing about previous phenomena like this?

No, nothing.

Let me help.

What can you do?

I ran ghost finder teams for 15 years.

Then tell me what we're up against here.

I think...

we're bait.

Bait?

Bait for what?

Whatever's taken hold of this place.

Guys, I'm looking at what seems to be a general rise in background activity.

All the environmental readings in the hall just went a little bit off,

as though something's interfering with them.

We're trapped.

We could always smash the windows,

get out that way.

Not if the darkness outside the windows is anything like the darkness beyond that door.

There could be an ocean of blood outside those windows.

Yeah. Good point.

Probably just stay herewith my nice,

safe equipment and things I understand.

Hold it. Nobody move.

I'm picking up definite energy fluctuations.

Another door.Look.

You want us to go have a look at it, don't you?

Even after what happened with the last door?

I'm not lending you another hankie.Shh.

Listen.

Can you hear anything? He's coming.

No.

Jerry.

No one is to say "come in" or even think it.

It's a bit polite for a ghost, isn't it? Just knocking?

Depends what it's knocking with.

Okay, that's just taking the piss.

Stop that right now,

or I will rip your keys out!

- See?-

Just have to know how to talk to these things.

Interest...

A ghost with a sense of humor...

is rarely a good thing.

The door's gone.

Mark?

Mark? What are you doing?

There’s something out there...

in the dark.

And I think it knows me.

Mark, if there’s anything you know...

I've seen phenomena like this once before.

Well, not quite like this, but...

the darkness...

Why didn’t you tell me? Where?

Hmm?

Buchanan Abbey.

Well, that's just great. Jerry, if we can get back to thinking of a way out now...

We need to know who or what is doing this to us.

Meanwhile, we're still trapped in here.

We're not trapped until I say we are.

- I don't think that’s up to you, Jerry.- Mark.

Something's coming.

I can feel it...

getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger.

Anna, hold it together. What is it? What's coming?

I don't know.

But it's old and it's terrible...

and it's trying to force its way in.

Jerry.

Jerry! It's time we put down some basic shields and protections.

Yes, of course. Anna, listen. Listen to me.

Get your psychic shields up in the air.

Don't let anything in. Okay?

Ian, get me all the usual defenses.

I want force shields. I want psychic chaffin the air.

I want phasers set to kill.Move.

Take heart, boys and girls and others!

When in doubt, go old school.

Chalk circle, backed up by sprinkled salt and holy water.

And write down as many protections as you can remember.

You never know who may intervene on your behalf.

Whatever's going on here, it isn't what we were led to believe.

But the old protections are always good value.

Ian, Anna, how's it going?

All electronic shields are in place.

Motion detectors covering every inch of the hall.

And I'm monitoring even the smallest change in the local environment.

- Good or bad is fine.- Uh, good, then.

All my mental shields are in place.

But it does mean I won't be able to help when the bad stuff starts happening.

- That's not cooking salt, is it?-Never leave home without it.

All wards and protections are in place.

All the proper powers and domination shave been invoked.

Ghost finders are go.

Are we safe now?

What do you think?

Well, we've laid down all the protections set out in the manual.

We should be safe from anything a standard haunting can produce.

Jerry, beloved confidante and leader of us all, tell me the truth.

Are we safe now?

Which would you prefer? The truth or a comforting lie?

I want to go home.

Everything’s going to be okay.

Mark, you said you saw something similar at Buchanan Abbey.

How did you get out?

- - What was that?

What was what? What did you see?

Ian, calm the fuck down, or I will hose you from head to foot with Ritalin.

Anna, what did you see?

A face.

A terrible face staring in at me.

Was that it?

I can't believe I wasted a perfectly good panic over a face.

It wasn't just a face.

Whatever it was, it's gone now.

Stay inside the protections.

Let them do their work.

Anna.

Anna.

Was it a human face?

I think so.

There was just something about it.

Are you sure...

you didn't see it?

Any of you?

Okay.

Let's all take this extremely easy.

Nothing actually threatening or dangerous has happened yet.

It's all just...

sound and fury.

It signifies nothing.

It feels bad.

It feels so bad.

Something terrible is coming.

- - And we can't stand against it.

I really don’t like the readings I’m getting, Jerry.

Half the stuff I'm looking at I’ve never even seen before.

The connection with the institute is still open. They're getting all of this.

- Why aren't they doing anything?-Because we're professionals.

They know whatever this is, we can deal with it.

I can't do this again.

What?

Mark, I need to know everything, now, if there's a chance it could help my team.

What happened at the abbey? What happened to your team?

See, they told me...

that they just wanted someone with, uh...

experience...

to make a film.

How did they die, Mark?

Things went bad.

Really quickly.

Something truly evil had taken hold of that place.

We didn't stand a chance. And you think this is the same thing?

I told you, I recognized some of the phenomena.

Whatever happened before, we need your help now, Mark.

No, no, we need to contact the institute,

tell them we need reinforcements.

- They have to send another team in here.- Ian, we can still beat this.

He just told you the last time he came up against something like this,

the rest of his team died.

Look,

we're just off our game...

because we weren't prepared for something this big.

But whatever it is, we can cope.

Remember, we don't take any shit from the hereafter.

No one's buying the sales pitch anymore, Jerry.

Shit.

Okay, I will officially go on record as saying...

that wasn't there a few moments ago.

Check your readings.

Can you listen in on an incoming call?

I could if there was one, but there isn't.

According to my instruments, there is no incoming call.

Don't you dare answer it, Jerry.

I don't think even the supernatural can kill you over the phone, Anna.

It'd be one hell of a cold call.

What if it's just bait...

to draw us outside the protections?

Well, that thing’s clearly going to keep ringing...

until someone answers it or it drives us all bloody crazy.

You never know. Might get some useful information out of it.

You always were the optimistic one.

That's why I’m team leader.

- - Jerry.

Hello. Room service.

Die, all of you!

Mark can't save you!

Your family is dead! Your friends are dead!

Everyone you ever cared about is dead...

Wrong number.

How very practical.

A ghost that cleans up after itself.

Jerry, get back inside the circle.

It's not safe out there.

Jerry, he's right.

What is it?

Umfraville's gone.

The writing's changed.

The inscription is completely different. It's a poem.

What kind of a poem?

"I dreamed I saw Herod walking in glory across the Nile,

laughing and nodding and winking and smiling his crocodile smile."

What the hell is that all about?

I just read it to you, and I'm none the wiser.

Yeah, but it must mean something. It has to be significant.

No, it doesn't.It's just another distraction...

to keep us from thinking about what really matters.

Jerry, get back here... back inside the circle.

Anna, are you sure there’s nothing on record...

that could have caused this haunting?

No accident? No triggering incident?

No. No one's died here or even been badly injured.

Ian, talk to me. Why are the lights going out?

It has nothing to do with me.

According to my readings, there's nothing wrong with the lights.

They should be working perfectly.

This is an attack.

I had actually worked that one out. Thank you.

Mark, did this happen before?

No. Not like this.

Don't do that. They're needed!

Easy, Ian.

I've never liked the dark.

How did you end up in this business?

It's stopped.

The darkness has stopped.

It can't cross the chalk line.

It can't beat the protections.

Can it?

This isn’t just darkness.

I knew you were going to say that.

My camera had infrared and ultraviolet functions.

Ian, what about your inbuilt camera?

Well, yeah, but it... it's not showing anything.

Is the connection to the institute still there?

The light's still on, but... I'm not convinced anyone’s watching.

They're not responding.

Send help.

We're in deep shit and sinking fast.

Why won't they answer me?

Who's watching us at their end?

Why won’t they help us?

They did.

They sent me.

This was never about a training film.

- The bastards.- Oh, shit.

Time to go old school again.

What's one of the first weapons they give you...

before you go out into the field?

The best defense against the dark...

Is light.

Light.

Fiat Lux!

I was rather hoping for more than that, to be honest.

You've stopped the advance, but that's all.

It's still out there, and it still wants in. Really not helping, Anna.

No, no, no, no, no! You gotta do something, Jerry.

If these lights go out, we'll be trapped herein the dark.

Ian, relax. Everything will be okay.

- He's coming. - Listen.

What is that?

None of it’s really there.

It's just something trying to scare us.

It's just noises.

Ian.

Ian!

I used to tell my parents...

that there were monsters...

hiding in the dark, waiting to get me.

And I was right, wasn't I?

They're closing in.

They're right up against the circle,

pressing against the protections.

What are? I don't know.

What do they want? I don't know!

We're all going to die!

Jerry, a spiritual threat requires a spiritual response.

Hold my hand.

Ian!

You shouldn't be afraid of the dark, Ian. It's much more afraid of us.

Jerry, say the words.

Say them like you mean it. You have to have faith.

I have faith in you, Anna.

Say the words!

Fiat Lux!

Let there be light!

I've had enough of this shit.

Anna, forget your shields.

Reach out and find the ghost...

The one we were expecting.

I want to talk to it.

Okay, I'm getting definite disturbances...

in the background readings.

Temperature’s dropping sharply again.

Unquiet spirit, come forth.

Don't think you can hide from me.

I see you.

Anna.

I know what I'm doing, Jerry.

Ian, can you see him? Of course I can see him.

Through the camera, Ian. Can you see him through the camera?

Uh...

- Yeah.- Tell me you’re getting some readings.

Nothing biological.

But I'm getting some strange energy spikes...

The same kind I get when anything appears or disappears around here.

Which strongly suggests...

that this ghost is just a part of the hall's phenomena.

Another shield to hide what’s really going on.

Hello there.

Welcome to the show.

Smile for the nice ladies and gentlemen watching at home.

Try not to look into the camera lens.

Can you tell me your name?

Can you hear me, dead man?

Something else is here, Jerry.

Something far more dangerous than any mere ghost.

Who are you?

What are you, really?

I am the Judas Ghost.

The Judas Ghost?

Of course. A Judas goat. What?

Goat? What?

Trained to associate itself with other sheep or cattle...

to lure them into the slaughterhouse.

Oh, God.

What kind of beast?

A beast.

That's it. That's what kind of haunting this is.

You haven’t worked it out yet?

You're so close.

Let us out of here!

You want a door?

You want a way out?

- Look behind you.- Ian.

- lan, no, don't!- No!

Lan, get back! Ian!

- Ian!- Get back!

Lan! Look behind you!

Ian!

- Ian, no!-

Ian! Ian!

Lan, where are you?

Lan, can you hear me?

Jerry, I can't hear his thoughts.

I can't feel his presence at all.

Ian!

- He's gone.- Don't say that!

He's gone, Jerry.

There's nothing we can do for him.

Help! Listen.

Help me! Listen. I can hear something.

Help me!

Oh, God!

It's so dark!

Jerry. Help me!

Get back inside the circle.

Bring him back.

No one comes back.

Not from where he is now.

Is he dead?

You're all going to die.

The institute knew what this was all along, didn't they?

That's why they sent you, Mark.

I'm no good to you, Jerry. I've already lost one team.

But now's your chance to save another.

They're dead. We're alive, remember? That's our advantage.

Together we have a chance.

We need you. I need you.

I know you’ve been through hell.

I can only imagine what it was like in the asylum.

But you got better. You got... No, I didn't.

They never let me out.

The institute came for me and they told me...

they had a job for me.

Something easy.

To break me back in.

I wasn't ready for this.

I'm sorry.

What the fuck is going on?

I need answers.

Well, we’re on our own now.

We're trapped again.

Bad places...

make bad ghosts.

Really bad places...

Make really bad ghosts.

Something really bad must have happened here.

Something's been hidden from all of us.

Anna, I need you to find it for me.

Find out what the beast doesn’t want us to know.

Here. It's hereunder the floor.

We have to tear them up. It's right hereunder the floor.

We need something to pry these open with.

Maybe I can use some pieces from Ian's tech...

That won’t be necessary.

What do you think, Anna?

Can you see what’s beneath it?

I think...

there's a body under there.

The ghost's body?

Was he murdered here?

I don't know. I can't tell.

What do you think it is?

The answer.

The stench.

Someone made this hall their killing ground.

Murdered all these people...

and hid their bodies where no one would even think to look for them.

This must have been going on for years.

This was never a standard haunting.

Not with this many deaths powering it.

Then why weren't there any signs before?

Why did the manifestations only start a few months ago?

It's here!

Don't let it get to you.

It's only showing off. It's playing with us.

I'm sorry, Anna.

For everything.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

I heard something.

Ian?

I didn't hear anything. What did you hear? Ian?

Anna, no. No.

My God.

It's full of blood.

Anna, I want you to move back away from the edge of the opening.

- We didn't hear anything.- You must have!

- Ian!- Ian's gone. You said so.

You let it take him!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Jerry.

You need to get back inside the protections.

They're no use anymore.

I still think...

we'd be safer back inside the circle.

Come on.

Of course.

You woke it.

What is it, Jerry?

Blood has a voice.

It calls.

Just like Anna said.

And something comes to possess the place.

It's the hall, Mark.

The hall itself is the beast.

He killed all these people.

He woke the beast.

We should burn this whole fucking place down.

Seed the ashes with salt...

and scatter them in the ocean.

Is it okay if we get out of here first?

Perfectionist.

You're not going anywhere.

The beast...

is hungry.

He's what makes the beast possible.

Same principle as any other ghost:

find out what connects it to the waking world,

remove it, exorcise it...

And then the beast will lose its grip on this world,

and the hall will go back to being just a hall again.

You think that'll work?

What else have we got?

Jerry?

Jerry.

No.

Not anymore.

You're mine now.

Forever.

And ever and ever.

Jerry.

Jerry, you fight it.

You fight it, Jerry. I need you.

Jerry, come on.

Jerry.

Anna?

I'll be waiting for you, Jerry.

I know you want me.

I want you too.

Don't fight it.

Jerry, come on, come on.

Jerry, I need you. Jerry, come back. Fight it.

Let me in.

I'm inside.

No! Jerry.

Fight it, Jerry. Fight it.

Now, come on!

Throwing off a possession is one of the first things they teach us!

I must have drunk about three pints of holy water...

before I even came in here.

Even my piss is holy now! Jerry.

Come on!

Bring back your trapdoor. I'll fucking piss into it. Jerry.

It's okay.

No one in my head but me.

Listen, Jerry.

Maybe we can't do this on our own.

We have to, Mark.

No one here but us.

You can't exorcise me.

I'm more than just a ghost.

You think you’re special?

You were a murderer.

But now you’re the victim.

The beast killed you.

The hall woke up hungry.

And there I was...

Its first real meal.

Of course.

Of course. The last link in the chain.

That's why the manifestations only started recently.

But I was different.

The hall could tell.

Then we'll just have to exorcise the entire hall.

And you along with it.

It'll take more than bell, book and candle to deal with this, Jerry.

Ordinarily, yes. But we have a weak link here, remember?

A weak point that we can focus the exorcism through.

It'll take more than holy words to get rid of me.

The beast protects me.

Yes, I know.

I need more power.

But there is always power to be found...

In the willing sacrifice of life.

Jerry. You... You can't do that.

I think you’ll find I can.

My sacrifice is the power we need.

I die...

he dies.

And the beast collapses.

Jerry, please.

There's got to be another way.

I lost my team.

They trusted me.

I let them die.

I have to do this.

No, no, no, no, no!

You did everything you could for them.

It's me who has to make amends.

What do you mean?

Buchanan Abbey.

The only reason I survived...

and they didn't...

was because I broke and ran.

And I've been living with that guilt ever since.

Now this... this is my chance to redeem myself.

You didn't run. I did.

You still got a life worth living.

It's me.

I'm the one who has to become...

the exorcism bomb.

Bloody stupid name.

Yeah.

No!

Not much use against the beast,

but perfectly adequate against a standard haunting,

which is all you are, really.

Mark.

Don't take any shit from the hereafter, Jerry.

Now... it's time to go.

Time for both of us...

to move on...

to what's waiting for us.

No. No!

From all the powers of darkness and evil...

may the good Lord deliver us.