What would you like to know?
Am I going to make Mark happy?
Delphine?
Delphine!
Mark?
Mark, they need to cover her up now.
Cover her up?
What with?
The lid.
They need to put the lid on.
I don't know what to do without her.
I'm Miss Davis. I have an appointment.
Miss Davis!
Do you hear me in there, Jessie?
Sinners everywhere. You are a sinner.
Most girls have good-luck cards or photos of their kid.
My new lover's waiting for me.
You know he'll never leave her.
Who says I want him to?
Here we are again then, Mark.
It's better to feel something than nothing.
You're going to burn in hell! Hell is waiting for you, sinners!
Jesus Christ, Tommy, you got a bloody dead rat in your sink.
Let me find you somewhere else, for God's sake.
Tommy!
Mark.
Why are you throwing your clothes away?
Where have you been all night?
I hit a cat.
- What? - Yes.
I was coming home from dinner with a client,
and a cat ran out in front of the car.
So I picked it up to see if I could help it, but it's no use, I'm afraid.
So much blood everywhere.
Oh, my God. Poor thing, how horrible!
Don't think about it. It'll only upset you. Go on.
"Vol-au-vents, cream of chicken, salmon and dill,
asparagus rolls, quail's egg with celery salt,
terrine and pâté."
What do you think?
You feed them that well, they won't leave.
We need something sweet.
Maybe a fool or a syllabub.
Dessert and cheese.
Mark?
It's the police.
I'm very sorry,
Mr. Osborne, they should have closed her eyes.
Is that her then?
Jessie Davis?
OK.
Mr. Easterbrook?
Yes.
Detective Inspector Stanley Lejeune.
Do you two know each other?
No, not at all.
But you know each other's names.
Mark Easterbrook and Zachariah Osborne.
No. What is this? Why am I here?
A woman's body was discovered this morning.
We believe you had a connection, so...
To Jessie, because of her list.
Would you mind taking Mr. Osborne home
for a nice, sweet cup of tea for the shock?
Thank you for your time.
- Who's Jessie? What list? - Miss Jessie Davis.
Found dead this morning. Nothing suspect.
Had a fever. Left the house for some reason, but...
Well, she carked it.
Well, that's very sad, but I don't know what it's got to do with me.
I didn't know her.
But she knew you.
So besides Osborne, you've no connection to Jessie Davis.
The name Osborne means nothing to me. I'd only just heard it.
- I only just saw the man. - Right, 'cause he owns a little shop
round the back of Griffiths Street, where Miss Davis actually worked.
Repairs, hardware, that kind of thing.
- You ever been there? - No.
How about this address then? Seven West Benthall Road, Shepherd's Bush.
Is that where Miss Davis lived?
Do you know anyone resides on that street or lives in that area?
No, and once again for the hard of hearing,
I know nothing about Jessie Davis.
Can I see?
Do you know anyone on this list?
Ormerod, Sandford,
Delafontaine, Parkinson, Hesketh-Dubois, Shaw,
Tuckerton...
Ardingly...
Ardingly?
I know David Ardingly.
Well, maybe.
And how do you know this David Ardingly then?
Our families have been friends for years.
I've known him since he was born. He's my godson.
But, well, how can you be sure this is anything to do with him or his family?
I can't.
I mean, there's lots of Ardinglys,
but there's a connection to you which is something.
Are David and I in danger?
I don't know.
Why am I the only one with a question mark?
Again, I don't know yet.
You see, this list might mean nothing at all, but...
to me, it looks like something.
Can you watch my car for me? That's good.
She'd been sickly a while.
She was the type, that Jessie. The sickly type.
How would someone like her know someone like you?
Well, that's what I'm trying to find out.
She owed me rent.
Well, we can't have that, can we?
Actually, if anyone should ask...
I was never here.
Mark.
I'm getting the hang of being a wife.
Oscar Venables, 461.
Hello?
Is anyone there?
Hello?
I hit a cat.
Lovely day.
Did madam enjoy the cruise?
It was divine.
I dined at the captain's table every night.
Charming man. So attentive.
So, what's Thomasina stolen while I've been away?
She hasn't been to the house at all.
Good.
Perhaps she's finally learning to control herself.
An Inspector Lejeune rang the house, left a number for you to call back.
Did he indeed? Very demanding.
I'll take coffee in the drawing room.
Mark.
You beautiful man.
David, thank Christ.
Have the police been to see you?
There was a message through the door, saying to telephone some inspector,
but I couldn't be bothered. Why?
It must've been so weird.
Did you have to get rid of all her clothes?
Yes, of course.
What about her rings?
Please tell me he got you your own rings.
New marriage, new rings.
It would never have lasted with the first Mrs. Easterbrook.
Everyone says. It was infatuation.
The old demon lust.
Must be strange that she died here.
You must feel like you're competing with a ghost.
What do you mean,
"Everyone says"?
You're very talked about, you know?
No, I didn't know.
Is it true you were in love with him for years?
Mark and I were friends.
Well, you got your man, finally.
And everyone says you're very suitable.
So good at this sort of thing, the... looking after.
My marriage is based on a bit more than canapés and looking after.
There's respect.
And love.
You're adorable.
Have you heard of Much Deeping?
No, but it sounds pornographic, so I'm all in favor. What is it?
It's a village.
It's connected to the list.
You're very hung up on this list.
Well, aren't you?
Our names were in a dead woman's shoe.
Who else is on it?
Me, you and this, Osborne.
Well, if it's you, it's definitely me.
With a question mark.
I'm willing to bet that everyone on that list has money.
Osborne's just a shopkeeper.
There's no such thing as just a shopkeeper.
Someone's got our names together for a scam.
It's a begging letter.
"Please help us. My Ron's head got blowed off in the war.
And I've got to stew me own leg to feed the kiddies."
Aunt Clemency gets that sort of thing all the time.
Yeah. How is she?
In very rude health.
Unstoppable. Mind like a steel trap. She'll outlive us all.
I'll go and see her, see if she knows anything about Much Deeping.
For God's sake, it's a scam.
There's always some tawdry bastard wants a handout.
Speaking of which, any chance you could lend this tawdry bastard a few quid?
- You'll get it back. - You always say that.
Yes, but this time, I mean it.
You always say that too.
Right.
You're a prince.
Gonna take Poppy to the Côte d'Azur
for some sustained and life-limiting depravity.
You should come with Hermia. Isn't that the point of a young wife?
Do you ever feel that...
something's coming?
Something bad?
Mark, this comes from my heart.
You can get obsessive.
Don't get obsessed with this list
and this obscene-sounding little village.
Delphine went there.
It was an accident.
There was nothing you could have done,
and you'll drive yourself mad, thinking that there was.
And if you go mad, I won't have anyone to bail me out, will I?
Listen...
don't say anything to Hermia.
- About the cat or...? - Any of it.
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Wake up.
Hello.
What brings you here?
I was passing. How are you, Clemency?
I'm splendid, as you can see.
What about my appalling nephew? Have you laid eyes on him?
- David's in the south of France. - Of course he is. Touring the fleshpots.
Bone idle little sod. I despair of him.
Still, perhaps his pursuit of pleasure is the right idea,
as we're all going to die tomorrow.
How do you mean?
It's the end of the world, Mark.
If you believe the newspapers.
There's been nothing out of the ordinary though? You're well?
Everything's ordinary, and I'm extremely well.
When have I not been, idiot?
How are you?
Yeah, fine.
The people who say grief ends after the funeral
are talking out of their raddled arses.
Help me finish this...
then we'll have tea.
Mr. Easterbrook?
Mr. Osborne.
You seen the papers today?
No, not yet.
Granville Shaw, aged 77, died peacefully in hospital.
Margo Delafontaine, aged 69, at home in her sleep.
Shaw. Delafontaine.
Two names from the list.
There's nothing suspicious about this. They're both elderly.
I spent all of yesterday in the library,
going through back issues of the paper, looking for other names.
Fourteenth of September 1960, Roger Ormerod,
peacefully at home in Arbroath.
Eighth of October 1960, Rene Sandford, 45,
peacefully after a short illness.
Tenth of January 1961, Hubert Parkinson.
Twenty-second of April 1961, Gerard Hesketh-Dubois.
All names from the list and now two more.
Murdered.
It didn't say that. It said illness.
That's how it was meant to look, but they was murdered.
Same as Jessie. It wasn't a fever. It was murder.
That list is a list of victims.
You should be telling the police this, not me.
I can't go to them. They'd never believe me.
Why wouldn't they believe you?
I went to open the shop this morning, and I found this...
tucked into the door.
Has anything like this been left for you?
No.
It's their sign.
It means they're coming.
Who's coming?
The witches.
The witches?
They pretend it's just herbs and fortunes and séances.
That's how they got Jessie involved.
But it's the devil's work they do in Much Deeping.
I know Much Deeping. I've been there, and I didn't see any witches.
And you'd think they'd stick out, what, with the pointy hats and broomsticks.
They kill to order. For money.
They do it with curses.
Curses and craft and spells and hexes.
They raise demons, and people die.
"And I looked and behold a pale horse,
and the name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
Mr. Osborne, isn't that... is that a temperance badge your wearing?
You don't drink?
Alcohol opens the door to Satan.
Right. Well, my advice to you is to start drinking. Heavily.
But first, fuck off.
- They're gonna kill us too. - Yes, well, I'm sure they are.
Thank you very much for the entertainment, bye.
Everyone on that list is dead, Mr. Easterbrook!
They're all dead except for you, me and Ardingly.
And they're coming for us!
They're coming!
Blood everywhere.
Never get it out.
Listen, do you want to go to a fair this weekend?
Dodgems and helter-skelters?
No, a village fair.
I was on a valuation and saw the poster.
I thought it would be quiet fun to get out of London for a bit.
It does sound nice.
What did you do with the cat?
I put it in a hedge.
I didn't want a child to find it.
Because of the mess. The blood.
Exactly.
It must have belonged to someone.
The cat.
I suppose so. Yeah.
You should go back.
See if you can find out who it belonged to.
They're probably worried sick, wondering what happened to Mr. Tiddles.
What street were you on?
I don't remember.
- You don't remember? - No. I was lost. It was just a street.
Why are you going on about the cat?
It just makes me sad.
Poor Mr. Tiddles.
We've been visited by an angel.
I'll get the dessert.
Thomasina?
Thomasina darling.
Someone, help me!
Please!
Help me!
I should never have gone away on holiday.
I shall never forgive myself for not being here.
Mrs. Tuckerton...
can you think of any reason why your stepdaughter's name
might be on a list?
A list?
A list of names.
And nearly...
Well, nearly all the people on it are dead.
I don't know. Poor Tommy.
What had she got involved with?
I'm so excited for our fun day out.
Well, how charming.
Whoop.
Mark!
Cut the King! Cut the King!
Cut the King!
Oscar Venables shall cut the King!
Oscar!
It's him.
Well, thank you so much, Mark, for this fun day out.
I'm off to find a strong drink.
You're following me.
I don't care to be followed.
What do you want?
I was trying to get away from everyone. I...
Not very good with crowds.
I'm no good in crowds either.
They'll settle down now the parade's over.
Do you want your fortune told?
Read your tea leaves, your palm or the cards.
Only a shilling. All proceeds for the church roof.
I'll make a donation.
My name's Mark Easterbrook.
How do?
Do you know my name?
Should we?
How about Jessie Davis?
Miss Jessie Davis? Do you know her?
No, I don't think so.
I think she came here. Maybe to see you.
Lots of people come to see us at The Pale Horse.
You'd be surprised.
Thyrza thinks you want something from us.
Me? No, I'm not superstitious.
It's more for children and neurotic old maids, isn't it?
No, I'm a rational man.
A master of the universe.
We're all rational when the sun's shining.
Different when it goes dark.
There's a girl standing next to you.
A girl with a red handbag.
And she's gone.
Shy.
I felt duty bound to buy some jam.
- Want your fortune told? - No. We're going.
- We just got here. - We're going.
Did you say something to them?
To who?
Those women. Those three women.
I didn't talk to them at all.
Come on, you must have said something.
You must have told them something about me.
I didn't say anything to anyone.
For God's sake, what's the matter with you?
Do you want your fortune told?
Mark.
This is sad.
She died in her sleep.
So no one noticed when she didn't come into work.
Not that you can call being a hostess in a nightclub work.
Lay there for days.
Imagine...
no one caring about you enough to know you weren't there.
I'm going to get dressed.
I'm sorry.
Goodbye...
dearest Thomasina.
We found Mrs. Ardingly this morning.
It was a heart attack.
Our man here says it just about exploded.
She wouldn't have felt a thing.
Where's the nephew?
David's abroad.
I don't mind, I can track him down.
He'll be bereft.
He adored her.
We both did.
Well...
sorry for your loss.
Bad whelks.
Any reason why David Ardingly
didn't come and see me as requested?
He thought it was a scam.
People trying to get money.
He said his aunt often got letters like that. Begging letters.
Yeah, she did. Generous lady, by all accounts.
Gave a lot to donkey sanctuaries.
Yes, that sounds like her.
So have you had any thoughts about the list,
why your name might be on it?
Anyone past or present that might take a special interest in you?
No.
See these people, Mr. Easterbrook?
They're all dead.
They all died of varied natural causes.
But the fact of the matter is they are all dead.
Now, you're the only one on that list with their name in full
and a question mark.
Thank you so much for reminding me. Completely slipped my mind.
You see, I think that you're holding out on me.
I think there's something you're not telling me that you probably should.
There isn't.
I don't expect you to be a saint or to have done nothing wrong,
but if you've got an enemy, I need to know about it.
I don't have... enemies.
I'm not keeping anything from you. I promise.
My gut says otherwise.
Probably the bad whelks.
You know, it's not your job to work things out.
It's my job, and I'm very good at it.
I'll get there in the end.
I always do.
Right.
Thank you very much.
It must have been terrible to lose your first wife that way.
Terrible...
doesn't come anywhere near it.
- Anywhere near. - I'm sure.
And again, sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Do you believe me now?
I don't know.
No.
It's impossible.
Are strange things happening to you?
Strange things in your mind?
- Yes. - And me.
Dreams.
I'm not a dreaming man, never have been. But now, I'm scared to close my eyes.
And Jessie, Miss Davis, she...
Her face never leaves me.
Thomasina Tuckerton.
I knew her.
I mean, I...
I wa... I was with her.
I woke up beside to her.
And she was dead.
But you're married.
I know.
I liked her.
We had things in common.
You must think me very unworldly.
I ran.
I just left her.
She was fine before.
Was fine.
Then she was dead.
You... you didn't tell the inspector about Miss Tuckerton?
No. I can't now, can I? It looks suspicious.
It looks like I had something to do with it, and I didn't.
I just panicked. I had nothing to do with it.
Of course, you didn't. It was them.
Her hair came away in my hand.
Jessie's hair was falling out.
Was she part of it?
You said she was involved with them.
Séances. I told her to stay well out of it,
but she wouldn't listen, wanted to talk to her old mum.
- Why did she have the list? - She was on to them.
- The witches. - Stop calling them that!
That's why they did for her.
They've got me in their sights because I know too much.
I know about them. That's why they've got to get rid of me.
Did Miss Davis mention a man called Oscar Venables?
- No. Who's he? - He lives in Much Deeping.
I think he's the one who's pulling the strings.
Jessie just talked about the witches, they're magic.
There is no magic! It's a trick, a sleight of hand!
Levers and pulleys and puffs of smoke
and people wanting to be believe because they're credulous morons.
Those three women aren't unusual. They're just sour old bitches.
No, there's a trick. I'm gonna find out what it is.
Be careful!
You're here again.
Why are you here?
My wife died.
I am sorry.
What has that to do with me?
It's everything to do with you.
I don't know who you're talking about.
She came here the day she died. She was with you.
She put your name and number down.
In her handbag.
My wife.
Delphine Easterbrook.
I gave her a lift to the railway station.
She missed her bus.
I gave her my number in case she had a problem with the train.
She wanted to get home. She was upset.
- Because of you? - No, because...
she'd been told her marriage wouldn't last.
That her husband would be married to someone else by the autumn.
And, I was trying to be kind.
She went to them?
Those three?
But I did marry someone else.
How could they know that?
Enjoy your walk.
What would you like to know?
Am I going to make Mark happy?
It won't last.
By autumn, he'll be married to someone else.
She hates you.
What you've become, your wickedness.
Someone's put a contract on me!
What do I do to stop it?
It's coming. They're coming.
Shut your eyes.
Our lives are ticking away while we do nothing!
This is my life!
You should probably be thinking about
who hates you enough to want you dead.