- (EKG BEEPING) - (VENTILATOR MACHINE PUMPING)
- (MACHINE SWITCHING OFF) - (ALARM BEEPS)
Oh, she squeezed my hand!
I felt it!
She's alive.
Oh, Janet, Janet.
(LAUGHING)
Well, she... Well, she can't be brain dead if she can squeeze my hand, Maurice,
can she?
Can she Maurice?
Betty, love, she's gone.
EERIE VOICE: Why don't you do something, Maurice?
Why don't you do something?
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
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BELOFF: Janet, can you come here please?
Coming!
(WHISPERING) Mr Mainwaring.
(GASPS)
Ow!
Oh!
- BELOFF: Janet? - Coming!
Argh!
(WHIMPERS)
What are you up to?
Something burnt me.
I can smell matches.
A tissue. It got burned too.
There's this circle of light, like Tinkerbell.
Tinkerbell?
Where did it burn you?
My hand.
It looks all right to me.
- What did you do to the camera? - It wasn't me!
Funny how they always go off when the "poltergeist" is active.
Hilarious!
(GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
Everyone was so kind at the salon,
fussing 'round me like I'd just come out of hospital.
And then the questions started.
"How's Mr Grosse? How's he taking it? Did he know all along? Was he in on it?"
They're laughing at us, Maurice.
They're laughing at you.
Beloff's blindsided by it.
Yeah, he's livid.
But if there's one thing he does know how to do, it's cover his back.
He's gonna prepare a paper for the journal.
GUY: Which will basically
say that we took a couple of excitable young girls
and whipped them and each other up into a frenzy.
Have you spoken to Doug or anybody at the Mirror?
GUY: No they came to him.
Of their own accord. Of their own free will.
That's what he claims.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Guy, I'm sorry I'm going to have to call you back.
GUY: Okay, old chum.
Your hair looks nice.
We only said it to get rid of them.
So we could have you back.
They was horrible.
MARGARET: They wanted to do all sorts of tests on Janet.
Wires and things.
And they wouldn't let us watch telly.
They were the experts.
They didn't believe us anyway.
That you were faking it?
That we was telling the truth.
Even when I was covered in bleeding ant stings.
They think we're doing this to each other.
- Oh my! - MAURICE: What about your mum?
Oh my God.
She wants you back too.
She is still worried about what Mrs Craine said.
That it's a house of death for you.
These experts, just a load of old rubbish, aren't they? (CHUCKLES)
Joe Watson asked for his ashes to be scattered at Highbury.
His son didn't even pick 'em up from the funeral parlour.
So we take them to Highbury and he leaves us alone?
It's not quite as easy as that.
But it does put us in a very strong position to be able to try and drive out his spirit.
- An exorcism? - It's not an exorcism.
It's a disobsession.
With a priest?
Not a priest, no.
Is it going to hurt?
If we get this right, you're gonna feel light and free afterwards.
We'll... We'll be right here.
- We need to tie her arms to the chair. - What?
- Really? - It's for her own protection.
He really knows what he's doing?
Well, he's done it before.
In Brazil. Where the nuts come from.
Now, we must pay no attention to whatever the spirit says
and on no account address it.
The only voice it must hear is mine.
Are we clear about that?
Yeah.
Are you all right?
- Yeah. - Are you hurting?
- If you drop that... - Janet, behave.
Sacred principle of the universe,
infinite are your powers, absolute is your science.
Grant me the power to reflect your divine will.
Grant of me, Divine Father,
the delegation of having power over malevolent spirits.
Make of me, Absolute Lord,
a vehicle of Your infinite love to those who deserve it.
(DEMONIC SNARLING)
Hello, Joe.
(DEMONIC GROWLING)
You recognise this?
It's your ashes, Joe.
It's what's left of your body after cremation.
They're in here because you're dead.
DEMONIC VOICE: Not my ashes. Cat litter.
But they are your ashes, Joe.
You know that. So what are you still doing here?
It's time for you to go...
If I go, I'm taking her with me, you filthy old eunuch.
(JANET WHIMPERING)
What do you want with the body of an 11-year-old girl?
This is not you.
This is you.
This is what's left of what you were.
Don't you want to join it?
- Playfair, psst, Playfair. - Be at peace?
- At rest? - I've got something for your book.
Don't you want to rest? You must be so tired.
- Wanna know what it is? - You don't
- You won't believe it. - Have to keep running, Joe.
- Proof! I'll give you proof! - Why do you stay?
Are you afraid of moving on?
Whatever you did, whatever you were, well it doesn't matter now.
All is forgiven. Doesn't that sound good?
(NORMAL VOICE) Mum? I need to go to the toilet.
I really need to go, Mum.
(WHIMPERS)
(DEMONIC VOICE) You stupid bitch. I'll make her pay.
(CHAIR CLANKING)
(JAR CLATTERING)
There is no hell. Is that what you're afraid of?
It doesn't exist. But there is an afterlife where all is forgiven. God forgives all.
And you know that Joe so you have nothing to be frightened of.
You can go.
Grouse. Oi, Grouse.
Don't you want to talk?
I've got someone here who wants to talk to you.
Can you guess who it is?
(AS JANET GROSSE) Old man?
Dad? Dad, I can't take it.
He's hurting me!
(DEMONIC VOICE) Just shove that back in her mouth.
So many holes in this one, spoilt for choice.
I like this one at the back of her head.
(WHIMPERING)
Do you repent, Joe?
Is that why you're here?
Because it's not too late.
(DISTORTED VOICE) Dad! Dad! Why won't you help me?
It's not her, Maurice. It's not her.
All those wrongdoings...
Dad, are you there?
GUY: You can just let them all go.
You can be your true self again, without that awful burden, Joe.
That question you asked me,
you know the one.
Yes.
That's enough. That's enough! I order you to go out.
Go out and leave her, now!
Don't you want to know the answer?
- Yes. Yes. - For God's sake, Maurice! For God's sake!
I don't forgive you.
(STRAINING)
(SCREAMING)
(DISTORTED EXPLODING)
Are you all right?
- Yeah. - Here, take this.
No, no, thank you. It's gone.
You can feel it too?
Joe Watson has passed over.
How do you feel?
A bit funny.
Yeah, lighter.
Maybe I should have some chocolate.
Is that it then?
Over?
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
I might sign off, old chum.
All right then. Have a good evening.
No, I mean, call it quits.
It's been days now.
We did it, Maurice. We won.
Hmm.
We won't know what to do with ourselves.
All this quiet.
I'll send you a draft of my book before it goes to the publishers,
make sure you're all happy with everything.
It's not going to have all that language in it, is it?
What come out of Janet's mouth?
Oh gosh, oh.
That's Joe Watson.
Oh, that's marvellous.
- I was rather worried it was me. - (EVERYONE LAUGHING)
Billy did the blood.
Oh, thank you all very much.
Not me.
Of course this isn't really goodbye.
I'd very much like to come and visit.
I don't know. We might be busy.
You're always welcome.
Look after yourself. Keep taking them pills.
Yeah.
- What's this? - Nothing.
Well, it's not nothing, is it?
It's ashes.
Who is it?
Oh, don't worry, it's quite harmless now.
What's it doing here?
It's just a memento.
Maurice, this is not a museum of the dead.
Isn't it?
Get rid of them.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(BOTH GASPING)
Now I'm going to have a heart attack.
Look.
Maybe the poltergeist did it.
Maybe it's because I can't remember the last time we changed the water.
We should tell Maurice.
Well, let's see how we go, eh?
(GASPING)
- Johnny's not going to believe any of it. - (SCOFFS)
- He'll go, "It's so boring here." - (GIRLS LAUGHING)
It'll be nice to have him home.
It don't feel the same without him, does it?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Maurice?
(DOOR CREAKING SHUT)
(BELL RINGING)
Oi! Let me in.
Stop messing about.
(MUFFLED CHATTERING)
- I don't know what time he'll be back. - Yeah.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
PEGGY: Well, I've missed him. MARGARET: Well, I haven't.
PEGGY: You have missed him. MARGARET: I haven't.
Dad, where are you? I need to tell you something.
(GRUFF MAN'S VOICE) Vorid mech ge tenem, agarka!
(DISTORTED VOICE) Listening to you moaning on and on and on
all the fucking time!
Janet?
(TABLE RATTLING)
(JANET BREATHING SHARPLY)
(GASPS LOUDLY)
(EXHALES LOUDLY)
Ah.
She's broken a thumb but she's otherwise unscathed.
But they're keeping her in.
Right.
They think she's been doing it to herself.
- We should tell them! - We have.
Look, we had a job persuading them that it wasn't a criminal matter.
I thought Joe Watson had gone.
She was talking in voices, more than one and not Joe's.
You know, a poltergeist is not just one spirit.
Perhaps in removing Joe Watson, we've allowed something worse in.
And not just one, scores.
It's my fault.
I didn't want it to be over.
If I said it was a poltergeist would you pay me some attention?
I think that you think that I've left you.
But I'm right here.
I just wish it was enough.
It is enough.
It is.
- I thought... - I no, I can't.
Not now. No.
It's back.
She's in the hospital, all alone.
She needs me.
I need you.
She's a girl.
But she's not our girl.
Ring.
My ring.
They had to cut it off.
- No! - Shh.
Burns.
They've done the best they can.
I'll be back to dress it again this evening.
There.
Tinkerbell.
That?
That's just...
Get some sleep.
JANET: Help.
Help.
Help! Please, help me!
Help!
(STRUGGLING)
(SCREAMING)
MARGARET: Once upon a time, there was a girl who lived a perfect life.
She had a mum and dad who loved her and beautiful gardens around a big house.
Everything was perfect.
Except every night when she went to sleep,
she had this nightmare.
She was chained to a wall in a dripping dungeon.
She'd wake up crying and her mum would tell her, "It's just a dream."
(WHIMPERING)
But night would come
and she was back in the dungeon.
And now she knew why she was there.
They were gonna burn her as a witch.
And being awake was such a relief,
but it got harder to forget the dreams.
And finally the night came
when they carried her out to the stake.
And as the skin started to blister and crack
and the smell of it filled her nostrils,
she knew,
it was the other life that was the dream.
Dosing Janet correctly has been a challenge.
She has a surprisingly high tolerance to a lot of the benzodiazepams.
That's why we're keen to get her started on ECT.
You can't just fry her brain!
It's barbaric!
What's barbaric is treating her with mystics and mediums.
This is Enfield, not Africa!
You cannot medicate away what is happening in that house.
You're guessing that this is caused by neurological factors.
But there is an abundance of evidence that something external
has been afflicting Janet for months.
And yet the President of your Society, the very expert you call in,
assures us there is no such thing.
This man is an expert.
He knows how dangerous a poltergeist can be.
Tell them about the boy in Brazil. He was killed.
By a poltergeist?
Yeah.
Mr Playfair, how exactly did he die?
Hanging.
Oh, he hanged himself!
It was the poltergeist! Tell them.
There was a note.
Yes, it said, erm, it said, "I can't go on any more.
"I'm sorry."
And that's precisely what we're trying to avoid with Janet.
I'm sorry, erm, I'm...
I'm not good with fancy words.
Janet's the clever one.
She'd know what to say.
When, when their dad left, er, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to cope...
Not with the others so much, well, Johnny's a bit wild, but, um...
Janet, she can run rings 'round me.
And then this started and Mr Grosse and Mr Playfair come
and they was a match for her.
Almost.
Look, they've been so kind to us and... And...
I feel bad saying this, I really do,
but it was nice for all of us having men around the place.
And that's what this has all been about.
It's just been a bit of fun that we got carried away with.
Now Janet, she's took it too far and I should have told her that.
But we was all so happy to have them there.
Now, she's wasted people's time and she's made things up
and she's hurt herself. But...
She doesn't need electricity through her brain.
What she needs is for her mum to sit her down and say, "Enough."
Now, let me talk to her and it will stop.
Peggy, I'm as opposed to ECT as you are,
but we can't pretend this was just a fiction.
I'm not pretending. Not any more.
You saw it, sofas overturning, objects flying about...
There were four of us, and only two of you.
- But the voice! - Her nan's good with voices.
Maurice, Maurice.
Sorry, now Janet wouldn't do that.
With respect, Mr Grosse,
she's not your daughter.
There you are.
I've been looking everywhere.
Come on, let's go and prepare the welcome party.
Come on, old man.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
What are you doing here?
You're not welcome.
I said you're not welcome.
Marilyn and Richard are coming over for dinner.
I've told them that you were working away.
(CHINA SHATTERING)
Maurice!
(CHINA SHATTERING)
What?
Oh, no, please Maurice, that was Mum's.
Why didn't you tell me he had a motorbike?
Oh, Maurice.
She told you everything!
You're her mother!
Why did you let her get on the back of his motorbike?
Oh, Maurice, please, don't ask me...
And you have the nerve to blame me?
I don't, I never blame you.
(CRYING)
That I let it happen.
That we weren't there.
That I didn't go and kill the little swine before he killed her.
Our daughter.
Our precious, little precious little girl.
(CRYING)
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I thought Janet was there.
Our Janet.
But she wasn't.
It's over.
No, you have to save that poor girl.
I've seen it.
I've seen what it does.
But you don't believe it.
I do.
I've always believed it.
And I believe in you.
PEGGY: Just a little bit. JANET: Never mind, Mum, I'm all right.
Morning.
- Oh! Mr Grosse. - Hi, Janet.
Do you remember me?
Is he
the milkman?
No milk today, thank you, Maurice.
(ALL LAUGHING)
What's that?
- What? - Is it a lovebite?
I've got bruises all over from the poltergeist.
But they don't make you blush.
(LAUGHING)
I had it repaired.
PEGGY: Oh.
Any, er, activities?
Just these voices.
(SCREAMING)
(VOICES SHOUTING INCOHERENTLY)
(JANET SHRIEKING)
(JANET CRYING AND WHIMPERING)
PEGGY: I'm not having her going back to hospital. Not on any count.
GUY: Do we, do we do another disobsession?
PEGGY: And another? And another?
How many voices have you counted already? Thirty-five?
GUY: It's the relentlessness that gets them in the end.
That's when Braulio hanged himself. I'm sure nothing like that will happen.
Shall we get out of here?
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)
When I told you about my angina,
you said that you get a tightness in your chest,
like there's a scream that you can't get out.
And then when the voice came, the tightness went away, that's what you said.
Yeah.
Well, some people think that...
That poltergeists happen when, when people are repressing their anger.
You can't just push it away, anger, it's like air under the linoleum,
it pops up somewhere else.
And that's the poltergeist?
We running away?
No.
We're going to stop running away.
Say what you really feel, here.
- Where no one can hear you. - (AIRCRAFT ENGINE BOOMING)
You can hear me.
(AIRCRAFT ENGINE ROARING)
What?
Shut up, you great big horrible loud old bird!
Shut up!
That's it! Go on, put it into words, go on!
I hate you Professor Beloff because you old stinky old...
You think you know it all!
I hate you, Professor Beloff!
Because?
Because you were mean when the ants stung me
and you didn't let us watch telly!
I hate you motorcyclists because you... You're not safe!
And I hate the doctors and nurses at the hospital!
'Specially the Irish one with the onion breath!
And I hate Johnny for calling me a moron when he's the moron!
And I hate Mum for being stupid and old and letting Dad leave.
And I hate Dad.
I hate him.
Go on!
And I hate Doreen cos she's a slut.
And I hate the poltergeist for smashing my head in, and burning me.
I hate Maurice and Guy and everybody cos they don't want to make it go away.
I wanna smash the stupid fucking little poltergeist into little pieces
and make Doctor bloody Beloff eat it up!
- Oh, I'm sorry sir, Ow! - Argh!
Oh, my God, Maurice, I'm so sorry.
No, it's all right, it's all right. Sorry, we we're just having a bit of fun.
We'll move on.
Sorry, I hit you.
Yeah, but it felt good though, eh?
What's wrong with me?
There's nothing's wrong with you. You've just got a poltergeist.
No. Before that.
Everybody goes.
Dad and Margaret, and you.
Your dad going was not your fault.
Him leaving was about him and your mum.
It's nothing to do with you.
And Margaret, she's a good sister.
She'll always be your sister and you'll have a bond like no one else.
But she'll meet a boy some day she wants to spend her life with.
And so will you.
Not, someone silly and unreliable like your dad
but someone who'll see what a special girl you are.
Why's there stones on it?
Oh, it's a Jewish tradition.
Can I put one on?
'Course you can.
That's it now. You're family.
We're going to get rid of this poltergeist, but me you're stuck with.
That question you ask her...
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'm never gonna get the answer.
I'm just gonna have to live with that.
Janet? Are you all right?
Janet?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Been going crazy.
What have you two been up to?
It's Maurice!
- What? - He's the one keeping the poltergeist here.
It's him!
What's going on?
Er...
Look, old chum, I think there's something we need to try.
No, Mr Craine?
He didn't want me to come.
And he was right.
I said the first time was a mistake,
I said don't make contact and you did.
I can't control any of this.
And I won't be responsible for the death of a child.
If you don't do this, you will be responsible.
Well, shouldn't we listen to what Lindy's saying...
We know what we're doing.
And it has to be done.
Isn't that right, Mrs H?
Are you sure?
It's the only way.
Now!
Can you see me?
Fuck off!
(MAN'S VOICE SPEAKING GIBBERISH)
(WOMAN'S VOICE) We had ox cheek, was the first meat I'd had in two weeks,
so at first I thought it was that.
(DISTORTED VOICE) Then I was on the street home from the shop
and I couldn't help meself, had to go to the toilet.
Out it come like water.
Then the top end too...
You are children of God.
Go towards the light!
BOTH: Piss off. Why doesn't he go towards the light?
(MAN'S VOICE) What's that light doing?
Don't you know there's a war on?
Lindy, I want to speak to Lindy! Is Lindy there?
(WOMAN'S VOICE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Lindy, you said this was a house of death for Maurice. Is it still?
It is a house of death for Maurice.
Not his death.
There's someone here, someone wants to tell him something.
Janet?
(OLD WOMAN'S VOICE) They gave me an emetic.
What you want to give me that for, says I, it's keeping it down's that's the problem.
(GIRL'S VOICE) Every night!
Every bleeding night...
Janet? (STAMMERING)
- I don't understand. I can't hear you. - On that pavement you'll crack your head
and your brains will spill out and I'll throw my head back and I'll laugh.
Dad?
(INDISTINCT WOMAN'S VOICE SPEAKING)
Janet?
(AS JANET GROSSE) Hey, old man.
Is that you?
Yes, Dad.
It's me.
Are you... Are you all right?
It's been a bit bumpy, but it's fine now.
I've been wanting to get through to you.
But it's so hard.
All this noise.
I wanted to answer your question.
No.
I don't forgive you,
because there's nothing to forgive.
I'm tired.
Is it okay if I go?
Yes.
We love you.
Me and your mum.
I know.
It's time to go.
Janet?
Can you take everyone with you?
Doing it, we're going now.
It's beautiful, Dad.
Goodbye, Janet.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
She's gone.
Thank you.
GUY: You all right, old chum?
Yes, Guy.
Thank you.
What will you do?
Well, I've got all this stuff to write up.
Oh yeah, of course.
First of all I'm going to set my mind to a bloody good rebuttal
of Beloff's hatchet job.
Come and help me if you're at a loose end.
I'd like that, thank you, yes.
You'll, erm, well, you'll have to come to dinner again.
- Yes. - Betty keeps going on about it.
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