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(BIRDS CAW)

Is this the moors?

It is.

Good afternoon.

Miss Lea? I'm Miss
Winter's housekeeper.

My name is Judith.

Very good. I'll send up
some sandwiches right away.

You must be hungry after your
long journey. Thank you.

Miss Winter expects to see
you in the library at four.

So, Miss Lea, have you
read ANY of my books?

Almost all of them, I think.

Well...

You'd better sit down.

Now, if I interpreted your
answer to my letter correctly,

you're not exactly leaping at this
very attractive offer I've made you.

Well, I... You'd be guaranteed
a very healthy advance.

Hmm. But I can see from
what you're wearing,

you're not particularly
interested in money.

I've written about people
who don't care for money,

but I never actually
expected to meet one.

Are my books too
popular for you?

What exactly makes you hesitate?

I'd like to know what made you
choose me as a potential biographer.

Ah.

It certainly wasn't your celebrated
biography of the Bronte sisters...

...which I wouldn't
dream of reading.

(BOOK CLATTERS)

No, what caught my
attention, Miss Lea,

was that piece you wrote for
that pretentious little magazine

about the Landier
sisters, the twins.

Obviously, I've been
doing some research,

and I couldn't help noticing

in the couple of dozen
interviews I looked at,

you give a different account of
your life in every one of them.

You think I'm a liar?

That isn't quite what I said.

You surely don't
think I'm so dull

as to trot out the same
story over and over again?

I make things up so as
not to bore myself.

It's my profession. After all,
they're only journalists...

...if you take my point.

I'm not sure that I do, exactly.
I'm sorry.

You don't need to be so polite.
I can't abide politeness.

I always think
that being nice...

...is what's left over after
you've failed at everything else.

You're obviously
a great success.

Ah!

(SHE CHUCKLES)

Oh, that's better.

Have you a love life?

Oh, wait, wait! Wait!

I have an extraordinary story.
Don't turn your back on it.

It's about twins.

Please, come back.

Come on.

Sit down.

Don't take of fence. I'm only
trying to get to know you.

I can't be expected to spill
the secrets of a lifetime

to a complete stranger.

But this was your idea.

I thought this is what
you wanted to do.

It's not that I want to.
I have to. Why?

Because I'm old. I'm dying.

Dying?

Why else should I subject
myself to all this?

Hmm.

What do you need from me?

I need to be sure that you're
intending to tell me the truth.

I'm a biographer,
I deal in facts.

Oh, how stupendously
boring, you poor thing.

Suppose we start by me

asking you three independently
verifiable questions?

And then if your answers are
true... Three questions.

Pleasantly traditional.

My first question -
what is your real name?

Ah, I could easily
bamboozle you there.

It's Vida Winter. I had
it changed by deed poll.

What you really need to know is the
name I was originally known by.

That's right, yes.

Adeline March.

My next question is
your place of birth.

You can check in the records
of St Bart's in London.

Next.

Um, I'd like you to tell me
something that happened to you

before you changed your name, which
is also a matter of public record.

Hm, I can do that, but first I
have some conditions of my own.

What are they? You must let me
tell my story chronologically.

No interruptions, no questions

and no sneaky peeping
at the last page.

All right. Good.

Do you believe in ghosts?

That's not a very easy question.

Do you or don't you?

Certain kinds of ghosts, maybe.

I was brought up in a house
about five miles from here.

A haunted house.

I see. No, you don't.

I call it my story,

but it has none of the familiar
consolations that word implies.

It's something far harsher...

...much more painful.

Something I suppose we
have to call the truth.

I was brought up in a
house called Angelfield.

When I was 17, there was a fire.
The house was destroyed.

And there's a public record?

It was in all the local papers.

And I can show you a
different sort of record...

(SHE GASPS)

So, you see, in spite
of what I just said...

...you know the end of my story.

The end? You said that
happened when you were 17,

before you'd even started
writing. Oh, writing.

That was just to
fill in the time.

I'm sorry if I've
shocked you, Miss Lea.

One becomes so accustomed
to one's own horrors.

(MUFFLED GASPS AND GROANS)

CHILD: 'Don't be like
that, Margaret!'

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

If you don't mind, Dr Clifton,
Miss Winter's doctor,

would like to have
a word with you.

Ah. Okay.

Thank you for agreeing
to see me, Miss Lea.

Miss Winter wanted me to
explain her condition to you.

Oh? Miss Winter has
cancer of the pancreas,

which we've recently discovered
has spread throughout her body.

This means she has
very little time left.

How long?

We're not able to say precisely.

Most people wouldn't
have survived this long,

but Miss Winter is
extremely tough.

She just wanted me to make you
aware that time is of the essence.

You can let her
know I understand.

Thank you.

Um, have you been
her doctor long?

Long enough to know that I'm extremely
impatient to read your book.

I was pleased last night

when you didn't ask the question
everybody else always does.

What question's that? About the first
book. Oh, The Thirteenth Tale?

That's right. And everybody always
asks why there are only twelve?

That's right. Why are
there only twelve?

Shall we get started?

(RECORDER BEEPS)

The story begins at Angelfield.

After the mysterious, unexplained
death of their parents,

the house now belonged to Charlie
Angelfield and his sister Isabelle.

She'd left the house less than
a year before but her husband,

Roland March, had been
killed in the war

and now she returned.

Of course, in their
parents' day,

there had been dozens of
servants to run the estate

but now only two remained

Mrs. Dunne the housekeeper, known
to everyone as The Missus,

and the gardener, John Digence,

who we called John The Dig.

Can you put it down there?

(BABIES GURGLE)

Well, well.

What are they called?
Adeline and Emmeline.

Which one is which?

You know, I haven't
the slightest idea.

(BABIES CRY)

Where is Mr. Angelfield?

He'll be in the library,
I expect, madam.

I'll leave these with you.

Truth to tell, it was not poverty
or even the demands of the war

which brought about the exodus
of the Angelfield staff.

It was the sense of chaos

and unease caused by the
bizarre and unpredictable

behaviour of Isabelle's brother.

Charlie, I'm back.

What do you mean?

I'm back for good. I brought
the children with me.

What?

What children?

Oh. Oh, yes. It's just
you and me now, Charlie.

You shouldn't have gone
away for so long, Isabelle.

I had to, Charlie. I
explained it all to you.

All the same.

This one can be Adeline.

I suppose we were
shamefully neglected

when we were children. No
schooling, no discipline.

THEY TALK IN MADE-UP LANGUAGE

We were so much on our own, we
invented our own private language.

Charlie and Isabelle were so
wrapped up in one another

that the only people in our lives
vaguely resembling parents

were The Missus
and John The Dig.

Are you all right, missus?

(THEY CHATTER IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE)

But we did have each other, and we
were all the world to one another.

We couldn't imagine that anyone
but ourselves really existed.

I expect that's why
we were so cruel.

The topiary garden
had been planted

by John The Dig's
great-grandfather.

It was his pride and Joy.

(LOUD WAILS)

(THEY GIGGLE)

(WAILING CONTINUES)

We weren't confined to
the house and garden.

We roamed all over the estate and
did exactly what we felt like.

We were the children from the big
house, so they put up with us...

One...

...until the day we took
Mary Jameson's baby.

...two... three...

(THEY GIGGLE)

(BABY CRIES)

(SHE SPEAKS IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE)

Good afternoon. Is
your mother in?

Perhaps I'll try the back door.

Mrs. Theodora Mawsley,
the local doctor's wife

and something of a busybody,
eagerly volunteered to take up

the matter of Mary Jameson's
baby with Charlie and Isabelle.

(BIRDS CAW)

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Mr. Angelfield?

PLAYED HALTINGLY ON VIOLIN:
"Ring A Ring O' Roses".

(MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY)

(GLASS BREAKS)

(GLASS TINKLES)

(SHE PLAYS SOME NOTES)

(LOUD THUD)

What's the matter? Miss Winter?

It's just my wolf.

Wolf?

That's what I call it.

Pills are meant to keep
him at bay, but he...

he comes a little
earlier every day.

Is there anything I can do?

Should we stop for the day?

No. No, no, no, he's
just sniffing around.

We mustn't encourage him.

Now...

Miss Lea, where were we?

Erm... the doctor's
wife and the violin.

I'm desperate to know
what happened next.

Oh...

Surely it must have been
one of the children? No.

No, I told you, I saw the children
out on the steps on my way in.

No, it was a woman in white.

There's no woman in white
in this house, ma'am.

You must have seen the ghost.

They do say Angelfield
is haunted.

Dr Mawsley. I'm not sure
if you remember me.

It has been some time.

Oh, yes.

Might this be the person
who attacked you?

Yes. Yes, I think it might.

Excuse me, but could you tell
me, did you do these yourself?

Yes.

Mr. Angelfield, do you mind if I
have a word with you in private?

I think it would be best not to
visit her for at least a month,

give them time to...
draw some conclusions.

Oh, Mr. Charlie...

(HE WHIMPERS)

Oh, now hush.

(BIRDS CRY)

There's no woman in white
in this house, ma'am.

You think I'm a liar?

Do you believe in ghosts?

They do say Angelfield
is haunted.

(DULL THUDS)

(SHE GASPS)

GIRL SOFTLY SINGS: "Ring
A Ring O' Roses".

(THEY CHATTER IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE)

After they took Isabelle
off to the asylum,

Charlie Angelfield went
completely to pieces.

Dr Mawsley arranged through
the family solicitor

to appoint a governess
to look after us.

Her name was Hester Barrow.

Welcome to Angelfield.

I'll get your bags.

So the children never
knew their father?

Oh, no, Miss, none of us did.

I don't even think Miss
Isabelle knew him very well.

The only man she ever took any
notice of was her brother Charlie.

And when she came back here,
she did everything for him...

...if you know what I mean.

I'm not sure I do, Mrs. Dunne.

Well... In any event, it's probably
time I met Mr. Angelfield.

I don't know as he'll
want to see you, Miss.

He's not very well
in himself, like.

He keeps to his quarters and
no-one's allowed to disturb him.

I see.

He never was very sociable,

but since they took Miss Isabelle
away, he's hardly showed his face.

I don't know where
those children can be.

I'll go and see if I
can scare them up.

No, no, Mrs. Dunne, it's not for
us to go chasing after them.

No doubt they'll come
down for their dinner.

Well, often as not,

they just creep down and help
themselves to summat out the pantry.

Oh... I don't think
we can allow that.

We'll try the twins' room, Miss,

which is the third door
along here on the left.

It's just here...

Shh.

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)

Now, come along, girls. It's
time you met your new governess.

I am sorry, Miss Barrow.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Dunne, we
have all the time in the world.

I should like to explore
the rest of the house.

I'll show you around.

No, no, you get back to
your kitchen, Mrs. Dunne.

I shall get on much
better on my own.

That first afternoon, we refused
to come down and meet her.

We thought she might be
discouraged and go away.

But she wasn't? No!

She was the first person
who tried to take us on.

I went to have a
look at Angelfield.

Hmm. Did you?

Did you see the ghost?

I saw something.

What?

Not sure.

Erm, you were telling
me about Hester.

Yes.

You remind me of her a bit.

In what way?

She was very determined
and inquisitive.

Food.

Food. Hungry.

At the end of Hester's
first day at the house,

she'd already formed a strategy

for dealing with her as
yet invisible charges.

No keys.

Emmeline? Adeline?

Which one are you?
Adeline or Emmeline?

Emmeline.

Are you hungry? Would
you like some supper?

Mmm.

And what about your sister?

Never mind. Let's
go to the kitchen.

Follow me.

So, right from the start, Hester
managed to drive a wedge between us.

I can't say our education was
entirely plain sailing...

...although Emmeline continued
to be pretty much of a pushover.

(CRASHING AND BANGING)

Well, a very good morning
to you, Adeline.

(HE MUTTERS)

Thank you so much, John.

Very good of you to
join us, I must say.

We're starting the morning

with a drawing of our
beautiful Angelfield House.

You're most welcome to stay down
there if you're more comfortable.

Ah! Ow!

Adeline! Adeline, this behaviour
will simply not be tolerated!

Do you hear me? Do you
hear me, Adeline?

Miss?

Yes, Emmeline?

Finished, Miss.

Just a minute.

Very nice, dear.

Oh, I don't believe you've
quite finished, Adeline.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

CHILD: 'Margaret?' GIGGLING.

(MUFFLED GROANING)

Do you believe in ghosts?

You asked me that before.

Your answer was
evasive, as I recall.

Well, let's just say
I'm beginning to.

Oh? Why would that be?

Anyway, Hester didn't.

Too sensible, poor thing.

It would have been
easier for her

if she hadn't insisted
on being so rational.

Is there really nowhere we can
get hold of some decent fish?

Well, yes, you can, if you really
want to. It's a bit of a palaver.

Emmeline?

She's out in the garden, Miss.

I... I just saw her.

I can hear them outside.

(DISTANT CHATTERING)

That's strange. I
could have sworn...

Was she wearing white, Miss?

Yes, she was.

That'll be the ghost.

Oh, don't be ridiculous,
Mrs. Dunne.

It's probably just the sunlight
flashing in the mirror.

Woman in white, Miss.
We've all seen her.

Well, I haven't, and I
certainly don't intend to.

(HANDLE RATTLES)

(SHE SHRIEKS)

(DISTANT LAUGHTER)

(WIND WHISTLES)

During that summer,
Dr Mawsley visited

a little more frequently than was
perhaps medically necessary.

I'm at my wits'
end with Adeline.

She's an aggressive
and dangerous child.

She hardly eats anything.

It takes two of us to hold
her down at bath-time.

She seems impervious to any
kind of human emotion.

Is she intelligent?

It's hard to tell, given
that she refuses to speak.

Soon after I arrived, I sent off
for a number of studies of twins.

Really?

If I've understood correctly,

what tends to happen is
that certain pairs of twins

divide up available emotions and
personality traits between them.

Thus, one being placid and passive,
the other wild and violent.

One clean, the
other dirt-loving.

Of course, you would know
much more about this than I.

Not necessarily.

Yes.

My wife's opinion...

I... I do sometimes discuss
my patients with my wife.

She thinks the child may
quite simply be wicked.

I think the explanation may be a
little more nuanced than that.

No doubt. My wife is apt
to take the layman's view.

I was thinking
that the situation

does present a rare opportunity
for original research.

Indeed.

In which I would be more
than happy to assist you.

Hmm.

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

Where's Adeline?

Back soon.

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

I hate you! Adeline,
behave, please.

(ADELINE SHOUTS)

Emmeline! Be careful, John.

Watch her, please.

Adeline!

Miss Barrow, take the door.

(SHE STRAINS AND SCREAMS)

Emmeline! Is she in?

Come on. Ready to go?

Come away.

(LOUD SOBBING)

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

Oh, my goodness, Emmeline.

Come in. Let me
show you your room.

You'll like it, you'll
have it all to yourself.

I tell you, no good'll
come of this.

Adeline...

And naturally there have been reports
that point to some evidence...

Hester and Dr Mawsley
had become so engrossed

in their scientific experiment

and so relished their
daily discussions

they quite failed to
notice that their patients

were making no
progress whatsoever.

They completely ignored the only
and most obvious diagnosis

the twins were missing
each other desperately.

Emmeline!

There you are. Come along,
it's time for your tea.

Where have you been? I've
been looking for you.

We went down to the woods.

No, you should say, "I
went down to the woods."

I went down to the woods.

Mm. And what did you do there?

We picked some bluebells.

Come on.

Where did you put
your bluebells?

The bluebells you picked? Did
you put them in the vase?

No, we saved them for Adeline.

Well, you correct her, you see, and
she gets it right for a moment

but then she always goes
back to saying "we".

I'm afraid Adeline never
speaks at all. Oh, dear.

I don't think it
would be prudent

to let her out of
the house, do you?

I say, I don't think
it would be safe

to let Adeline out of the house.

No.

(KEY TURNS IN LOCK)

I thought we'd agreed that the
rooms not immediately in use

should be kept locked.

Yes, that's right, Miss.

Well, just now I found
the drawing-room open.

Not a bad idea to give
it a bit of an airing.

Oh, so you opened it, did you?

Oh, no, Miss.

I don't have the keys
any more, remember?

You've got the keys.

(THEY GIGGLE)

(FRANTIC KNOCKING)

What is it? Why have
you let Adeline out?

Oh... Oh, that's impossible!

I've just seen her this minute with
Emmeline in... in the grounds!

Calm down. Here.

Adeline has been here, in
this room, this past hour.

Ever since breakfast.

But...

I must be going mad!

(SHE SOBS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

I'll thank you to leave
this house immediately.

And send John for the child.

I can...

I'll speak to you later.

The next day, Hester
had vanished.

Packed her bags, slipped
away, never seen again.

What happened to her?
I've no idea.

The doctor had disappeared as well,
so we can make an educated guess.

Rumour was they'd
disappeared to America.

Wherever it was, I'm sure
they both flourished.

Hester was a resourceful
little... THING.

(CAR APPROACHES)

(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

THE MISSUS: She's upstairs.

Emmeline!

(SHE ROARS)

But why did you do that?

I...I-I couldn't tell you.

Over the next five or six years,
in spite of strenuous efforts

to maintain the status quo, bit
by bit, everything changed.

First, a letter came
from the asylum

saying that Isabelle
had died of pneumonia.

(FLIES BUZZ)

A week or so later, we noticed
that Charlie had stopped touching

the food that The Missus
had left for him.

He'd gone.

I had an idea where
Charlie might be.

I'd often followed him and watched
what he did there with Isabelle.

(FLIES BUZZ)

I never said a word
to the others.

If Master Charlie has gone,
didn't we ought to tell someone?

No call to.

I collect the money from
the bank end of the month,

same as always.

And if we run short,

I know a man that'll buy some
of that wine from the cellar.

Oh, he wouldn't like that.

Anyroad, I better take
him up his dinner.

Of course, The Missus was suffering
from some kind of dementia.

But we drifted on pretty
much as we always had.

(PIERCING SCREAM)

GIRL SINGS SOFTLY: "Ring
A Ring O' Roses".

CHILD: 'Forgive me, please!

(LOUD SCREAM)

Margaret, I'm sorry.

(HORN BLARES)

(DISTRESSED WAILING)

(SHE SOBS AND WAILS)

(SOBBING)

(SHE GASPS AND MUTTERS)

(SHE GRUNTS)

Underground...

Emmeline?

Dead go underground...

Are you Emmeline?

(SHE MUTTERS)

(MOANING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(KISS)

You look like death warmed up.
What's the matter?

I didn't get sleep
much last night.

Oh?

Are you in a fit
state to continue?

Yes, of course.

Um, we were talking about what
happened after The Missus died.

John brought in a local boy
to help with the garden.

Ambrose Proctor.

I don't see why we need him.

He's all right.

Keeps himself to himself.
Works hard.

Gives me a bit of time for
what needs doing in the house.

You said you were going to show
me how to trim the topiary.

Well, I will, then. Huh?

Now, you check the safety
latch first. Right?

Right. Bit wobbly-like,
against the tree.

You need to test it
before you go up it.

Right...

Up you go.

Never cut into the sun or towards
your own shadow, all right?

Yes. And never look
at the clouds.

They keep moving, see,
and they throw you out.

Good girl.

Yes.

(GIGGLING)

(BANGING)

Where's the ladder?

Mr. Digence took it. He's round
the back, fixing the guttering.

Obviously somebody had tampered
with the safety catch. Who?

We said no questions.

After that, everything's a blur.

But I did have the presence
of mind to tell the police

that Uncle Charlie was away.

After the funeral, we had a meeting
with the family solicitor, Mr. Lomax.

So where exactly is your uncle?

Peru, I think.

Peru? I believe so.

And when will he be back?

I'm not sure. Quite
soon, anyway.

You're 17 now, if
I'm not mistaken.

That's right.

I'm just wondering what
arrangements we can put in place

to make sure that you and your
sister are properly looked after.

We're quite used to
fending for ourselves.

Yes, but I... My grandmother
knows the house very well.

She can look in every day, like.

There's no need for your
grandmother to trouble herself.

Well, that's lucky, because I
haven't got a grandmother.

So, who do you
think killed John?

It certainly wasn't Emmeline,
if that's what you're thinking.

And Ambrose had no motive.
Quite the contrary.

Then...

We agreed no questions.

Patience, Miss Lea.

That was that. You
got away with it.

Mr. Lomax was very happy
not to put himself out.

You got away with everything.

I can't understand why the police
didn't properly investigate.

John's death after all the...

I'll tell the story
my own way, Miss Lea!

I think that's probably
enough for today.

We said no questions.

It certainly wasn't Emmeline,
if that's what you're thinking.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Sorry. Forgive me.

So you're treating
Emmeline as well?

Yes. Yes, um...

As a matter of fact, she's even more
seriously ill than Miss Winter.

Is she?

We tried to move her to
hospital a few weeks ago

but she refused to get
in the ambulance.

Do you know if anyone's
living at Angelfield?

Why do you ask?

Well, I know it's
pretty much a ruin,

I've been there a
couple of times,

and the first time some enormous
man chased me out of the house,

and the second time,
in one of the rooms,

there was signs of
someone living there.

He's called Aurelius Love.

He's not quite right in the head,
but he's totally harmless.

Bit of a local character. Works
with his mother in the bakery.

Was that what you
wanted to ask me about?

Um... no, not really.

I think Miss Winter may have
confessed to committing

a murder when she
was a teenager.

Erm, well... Well, did
she or didn't she?

I haven't got the whole story yet
but somebody killed the gardener

and I can't see who else
it could have been.

And I don't know
what to do about it.

Do you have any evidence?

No, and even if I did...

Hmm.

I'm sure you're right.

Maybe wait until
you've heard more?

Emmeline...

Dr Clifton tells me you've been
asking questions about her.

How did you find out?

I saw her one night
in the garden,

and eventually worked
out who she was.

I see.

I wanted to know why she
was digging in the garden

and what it was she kept saying
all the time. Any theories?

Erm... I think what she's saying
is, "Dead go underground."

Very good.

Miss Lea, you're
doing very well.

So she IS looking for
someone underground?

Who could it be? A child?

When are you going to tell
me your story, Margaret?

I haven't got a story.

Everybody has a story.

If you keep it to yourself, it
dies and comes back to haunt you.

You take my word for it.

Well, I have no intention
of telling anyone my story.

Would you mind passing
me that bottle?

Yes, of course.

What is it?

Liquid morphine.

For my wolf.

What did you say?

CHILD: 'I said I'm sorry.

I was saving it specially.

(HORN BLARES)

It's me!'

I want to spend more
time with Emmeline

over the next couple of days.

I always thought of
Emmeline as a twin.

MUFFLED ECHO: I always thought
of Emmeline as a twin.

MUFFLED: There is something
special about losing a twin.

(SHE SOBS)

My dear, whatever's the matter?

I had a twin.

Margaret, I'm sorry. I'm
not talking to you.

I'm not even going
to walk with you.

I'm going over to the
other side. Don't!

Walk by yourself.

Please forgive me, please!

It was all my fault.

She'd eaten a bar of chocolate
that I'd been saving

and... I wanted to punish her.

Oh, all right.

Come on, then!

Moira!

(CAR TYRES SCREECH)

(MARGARET SCREAMS)

Feeling guilty doesn't
do anybody any good.

It wasn't your fault.

My mother thought it was.

And she never forgave me.

I've been so lonely all these
years without my sister.

We all have our stories.

You've been here
before, haven't you?

You're Aurelius?

I frightened you when you
came here. I didn't mean to.

No, I... It was my
fault, I panicked.

Look what they've done. Yeah.

Developers.

Didn't you live here?

No, I just used to
camp out, like.

I live with me mum.

I loved this house.

And what's going on down there?

Oh, yeah. Funny thing.

They found some bones.

Skeleton.

She's an aggressive
and dangerous child.

I always thought of
Emmeline as a twin.

The twins were missing
each other desperately.

♪ Ring a ring a roses

♪ A pocketful of posies... ♪

'Emmeline...

There were three of you.

There were three of you.

It wasn't just Adeline and
Emmeline, there were three of you.

There were police at Angelfield.
They've found a body.

A skeleton. Mm-hm.

There were three of us. And
now there's one of us.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I
got carried away.

Oh, I'm sorry.

So, you see, there WAS a ghost
at Angelfield all along.

A ghost with no name.

It was me.

Like it or not, I was the ghost.

Who was your mother?

Oh, I've no idea.

All I do know is that when Isabelle
went away to have the twins,

Charlie went on some
kind of a rampage.

What I do know is that I was born a
few months later than the twins,

and Charlie, God knows if
it ever dawned on him...

...was the father of us all.

How did you get to Angelfield?

All I know is what
John The Dig told me.

Which was what?

He started to notice
his strawberries

and his carrots were disappearing
from his vegetable garden.

And he thought he saw

signs of someone sleeping
in the potting shed.

Also, this someone was not properly
turning off the outside tap.

Hey, you!

John and The Missus took me in.

Or he did, really.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

The hair? Yes.

Should we tell them?

And I spent as much of the
time as I could with them.

He taught me how to read out
of his seed catalogues.

But of course Adeline never
even wanted to learn to read.

She was...?

Genuinely dangerous, yes.

Violence was always
her first instinct.

(SHE SCREAMS)

Finally, she killed John.

What made her do it?

She hated him for some reason.

She seemed to think
he was responsible

for taking her away from
Emmeline that time.

Or perhaps she was jealous of
all the attention he gave me.

He was the closest I ever
had to a real parent.

(GASPS AND CLATTERING)

(HE MUTTERS UNINTELLIGIBLY)

After John's death, we
were alone with Ambrose.

It's a lot harder than it looks.

I was never easy in
my mind about him.

Don't you touch
Emmeline, you hear me?

I haven't touched Emmeline.

Good. Well, don't.

It's not Emmeline
I wants to touch.

Even though she's kinder
than what you are.

Why can't you be
kind like Emmeline?

'Before long it was obvious
that Emmeline was pregnant

and I dismissed Ambrose.

I decided not to ask for any
help with delivering the baby.

(SCREAMING)

I read up for it as
much as I could.

So, I was deluded,

Adeline was insane and
Emmeline was helpless.

All the same,
somehow or other...

That's it, Emmeline, keep going.

..We managed.

(BABY CRIES)

It's a boy, Emmeline.
It's a boy.

There.

Shall I leave you
to rest a while?

No.

I want to finish the story
tonight. The wolf is at the door.

It's time to tell you
the Thirteenth Tale.

I realised very early on
how jealous Adeline was

and how much she
resented the baby.

Please go on.

And before long, I discovered
the baby was in real danger.

I knew I had to keep her
under constant observation.

(BABY GRIZZLES)

Shh, shh...

(SCREAMING)

Emmeline!

Adeline, no! Emmeline!
Adeline, leave her alone!

It's the only time I've ever
seen Emmeline fight back.

The baby's safe, Emmeline!
He's safe!

Emmeline! No, Emmeline! No!

(SCREAMING ECHOES)

SIZZLING, SHE SCREAMS

Emmeline!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING ECHOES)

You saved the baby's life. Yes.

I left the baby

outside the cottage belonging to
the Baker's widow, Mrs. Love.

Everybody knew she
had a kind heart.

Aurelius Love. Yes.

He turned out to be a bit
simple, but warm-hearted...

...like his mother.

When I got back to the house,

of course, everyone assumed...
I was Adeline.

When we started, Margaret, I told
you this was a story about twins.

What I didn't tell you was
that I wasn't one of them.

Oh, I longed to be,

but they always kept me out.

So I stayed outside.

That's what made me a writer.

You lost your twin, Margaret.

Margaret... Oh,
that was terrible.

But you had her with
you for a while.

She's always with me.

I envy you.

Oh, I'm so tired.

Hee-Hee-Hee, the
wolf is in the room.

Thank you.

Margaret?

I didn't want you to go before
I had a chance to say goodbye.

I'm going to stay in
the area for a while,

at least until
after the funeral.

Good. Good, well,
I'll see you there.

And then will you
go back to London?

Um, I'm not sure. I think I'll stay
up here somewhere to write the book.

I'll let you know what I decide.