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OWL HOOTS

BELL TOLLS

FOX CRIES

FOX CRIES

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

HE SCREAMS

HE WAILS

You were right!

She is risen!

Louisa would've loved them.

Where's Bernard?

You'd think he'd want to help,

but I've barely seen him this week.

He was absent from church on Sunday, too.

I had hoped that a mass to honour the memory of Louisa

would give him something to look forward to.

The first anniversary was always going to be hard.

I can't imagine losing a child.

CLATTERING

Father Brown! Ooh!

Janice, you all right?

It's Mr Ross.

He's saying he won't come to the Mass.

I think he needs help. Then we must provide it.

Can you do without me, Father? I ought to check on Edgar.

He's come down with the flu and is feeling rather sorry for himself.

Of course, Mrs Devine.

Give the Chief Inspector my best regards!

RATTLING

Mr Ross?

What are you doing here?

I was invited in.

I don't think we've met.

Father Brown.

I'm Gilbert Gallamore.

A friend of the family.

I fear that Bernard is in need of more than a priest, Father.

Just let us in, Mr Gallamore.

Father,

you shouldn't have come.

Miss Higgins is worried about you.

She says you're having second thoughts about tomorrow.

I advised him not to attend.

Why?

Because you can't have a Requiem Mass

for a vampire.

Er... SHE LAUGHS

Well, laugh if you will,

but my research into ancient Slavic cultures

has all but proven their existence.

Tell them what you saw, Bernard.

Last night, I...

I went to lay flowers for Louisa.

But when I reached the grave,

I found the soil had been...

..disturbed.

This is a sign that she had not long risen from its depths!

Could it not simply be the work of an innocent animal?

You are a sceptic, Father,

forever searching for the rational,

even when faced with evidence to the contrary.

What evidence do you have?

Well, firstly, there's the girl's illnesses.

Pains, weakness, vomiting!

Lesions on her skin!

And then she started to blister in the sunshine!

Which her doctors could not explain?

Nobody could!

And the mood swings...

Louisa was a happy girl,

but in her final weeks, she was a different person.

The coroner understood that your daughter's death

was not a rational act

because she was not in her right mind.

Which is why the church allowed a Catholic burial.

It was the work of a vampire passing through the village,

attracted, no doubt, by Louisa's youth and beauty.

Mr Ross, surely you don't believe that?

I see you will not be easily convinced, Father.

Allow me to show you the garden.

Since Louisa's passing,

dead creatures have been found in the garden.

Yeah, probably just a cat.

I believe that she has been draining these animals of their blood

and gaining strength.

And now she's ready to devour a larger meal.

Did someone call for a vampire hunter?

Ah, Silas!

Welcome!

I would've come sooner but I've been abroad.

Ah, yes. How were the Romanian vampires?

They call them "moroi", do they not?

Particularly vicious. Oh, God.

He is joking, right?

This is Silas O'Hagan.

We met last month at a gathering for like-minded believers.

If there's a vampire in Kembleford, he'll sniff it out!

We must put protections in place.

And I will of course visit the grave in question.

I'm not going there again!

Perhaps it might help to visit the churchyard in daylight?

Then you can see there's nothing to fear.

Goodfellow,

I need you to step up as Acting Inspector.

Sir! I'd be honoured, Sir!

Oh, don't get too excited.

I'll be right as rain in a matter of days.

HE COUGHS Of course, Sir.

There's that fraud case in Wedlock,

but otherwise you shouldn't have any trouble.

Don't you worry about a thing, Sir.

I'll have it all under control.

Yes!

HE SIGHS

I really ought to go in.

You'll do no such thing!

Come on. Yes, Isabel.

HE SIGHS Ooh, let me just...

Oh, er, thank you.

HE SNEEZES

Thank you.

I don't understand.

Mm, the soil may have levelled when Louisa returned.

It raises an interesting question -

how does a vampire remain a corporeal being

and yet rise through a coffin?

One of the great mysteries of vampirology.

Oh, Father! My poor niece's grave was defaced -

and before the Requiem!

I've done my best to put things in order.

It was real...

Miss Kipley, we're hoping to get to the bottom of it.

Moles, perhaps?

I don't think we've been introduced.

This is Christine Kipley, my sister-in-law

and also Kembleford's Sunday school teacher.

Christine, this is Silas O'Hagan.

Vampire hunter, pleased to meet you.

Vampire?

Oh, not this nonsense again -

I told you to stop, Gilbert!

Is she going to be like this all evening?

Oh, don't tell me you've invited him to Louisa's dinner, Bernard.

Gilbert is my friend, Christine.

He's only trying to help.

He's ungodly!

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet family dinner with the Father

to prepare for the Mass tomorrow.

Now it's going to be some kind of...

..satanic gathering!

Not if I have anything to do with it, it won't!

I shall stay at home. No!

You're the only family I have left.

I need you there.

Mr Ross is right.

Times like these, you need to stick together.

And who knows, we may find we have something in common.

BAT SQUEAKS

Louisa loved sunflowers.

She adored nature and wildlife,

which made her illness all the more cruel

when she could no longer go outside.

I want to believe that...

..she is at peace now.

But I...

To Louisa! Louisa!

Louisa...

I'd advise you all to do the same.

I doubt Miss Palmer or Mrs Devine would thank me for that.

So what else repels the undead, Mr O'Hagan?

Crucifixes, holy water...

We'll be all right at St Mary's, then.

You mock, Father,

but you ought to pay attention.

It might save your life one day.

Why do you believe in vampires?

Why, I encountered one.

I used to sleepwalk as a child.

One night, I awoke in the garden

and to my horror

I saw something climbing up the side of the house,

agile as a lizard but in the shape of a man.

The next morning, my brother failed to come down to breakfast.

When I went to his bedside,

I saw two wounds just here upon his neck.

He died a week later.

My mother blamed the scarlet fever,

but...I knew better.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your vision -

a night terror, perhaps?

HE CHUCKLES

You sound like my mother.

If I'd have been properly equipped,

my brother might've been spared.

Luckily, I had a stake at the ready when he returned for me.

Magnificent.

Ash, is it? Be careful.

That is antique!

Sorry.

Anyone else for a refill?

You've had plenty. No, thank you.

A vampire seeks out its closest kin first.

I know from personal experience.

I could stay tonight, keep watch.

If the opportunity arises,

I may be able to rid you of your problem...

No!

Get off! I told you there's none left!

Janice?

Are you all right?

It's nothing.

Excuse me.

You need to keep your maids under control, Bernard.

What have you done, Gilbert?

Nothing, like she said!

Is there really no more wine?

Christine was right.

You've had enough.

And so, in fact, have I.

I think it's time we left you in peace.

Bernard, promise me you'll be at the Mass tomorrow?

I... Maybe.

Allow me to walk you home, Miss Kipley.

I will return in the morning to ensure Mr Ross

is ready for the Requiem.

And hopefully convince him that vampires

belong in a film studio, not in Kembleford.

Thank you, Father.

I cannot be certain yet if Louisa has been turned.

A vampire's soul is trapped in flames for an eternity.

Their only release - a stake through the heart.

Do you wish to risk leaving her in such torment?

All right.

Stay.

I shall guard the manor tonight.

I'll join you!

At your own peril.

Father?

FLOORBOARD CREAKS

Louisa?

Bad dream?

Go back to your bed. It's not safe.

I just need a moment.

Good morning, Miss Higgins.

Mr Ross is still sleeping, Father.

Exhausted from the other night, no doubt.

But you can wait in the drawing room.

Well, I wonder if they got one?

SHE SCREAMS

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Father.

I'm given to understand that congratulations are in order.

Just temporary, Father,

until the Chief Inspector is recovered.

Looks like a bite...

Yes.

How Gothic!

Straight to the carotid artery,

and yet, no blood.

Could somebody have cleaned up the scene?

Rather a lot to clean up.

He tried to warn me...

Perhaps we should step outside, Mr Ross?

And now she's killed him!

We do not yet know the cause of death.

It doesn't take a genius to work that out.

And where were you last night, Sir?

I was keeping watch upstairs.

Gilbert took the drawing room.

He must've fallen asleep - unfortunately for him.

Did you hear anything? Not a whisper.

That was Louisa's!

Apparently, there's been a murder at the Ross Manor!

What?

As if they haven't had enough tragedy.

Er, Edgar, you need to rest!

I just need to...

Urgh! Why's it so bright!?

Goodfellow will handle it.

Oh, here you all are!

I was at St Mary's.

Why are the police here?

Miss Kipley, I'm sorry to tell you that Mr Gallamore

was murdered last night.

What? He'd been...

..bitten. By your niece.

By my...?

Don't you listen to a word of this.

We can rearrange the Requiem.

What did we bury Louisa in?

Her favourite white dress, satin slippers

and her silver cross.

Are you absolutely sure?

Yes, of course! Why?

Gilbert was right.

My daughter has returned!

Oh, you can't mean that, Bernard!

I need your help.

Please.

I'll do anything!

I telephoned the undertaker,

who confirmed that Miss Ross was indeed buried

wearing her necklace.

A description of it was noted.

But that's impossible, Father!

Quite.

You don't think it really could've been...? No.

But Mr Ross does.

We need to find out the truth before things get completely out of hand.

We?

We've made a good team before, Inspector.

We have, Father. I suppose the Chief Inspector needn't know.

But, where to start?

Let us start by talking to someone with some common sense.

I didn't understand why Mr Gallamore and Mr Ross were friends.

How did they meet?

Er, they were history professors at Oxford.

Mr Gallamore was meant to be clever -

but I thought he talked complete gibberish!

You were arguing with him last night.

You sounded very angry.

You won't believe me, but he tried to touch me.

You saw him, he'd been drinking.

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.

I never liked him.

Always seemed like a loner.

That's why he spent so much time here, I suppose.

You're the eyes and ears of this manor, Miss Higgins.

Did you witness anything strange last night?

Apart from a man eating raw garlic at the table? No.

Although, I did see Miss Kipley sneaking around

Miss Ross' bedroom before dinner.

She was searching the desk.

And then, when she saw me, she took some paper and left.

How odd.

Can I go?

Mr Ross will be wanting his lunch.

I remember illustrating Bible stories with you,

Miss Kipley.

I always loved Sunday school.

The children were painting Louisa's favourite wildlife

to show after the Requiem.

But what can I do for you?

We thought you may be able to help with our investigation.

I'm glad there is an investigation.

I was beginning to think I was the only sane person

left in Kembleford!

There will be a plausible explanation.

What were you doing in Louisa's bedroom, Miss Kipley?

I...

..like to go in there to remember my niece.

Bernard has kept it as it was the day she died.

Miss Higgins said she saw you taking something from the desk?

I found this.

A letter to Louisa?

From you?

The last letter I sent to her.

I...

I regret its contents now.

Is that why you took it?

I didn't think she'd kept it.

I intended to burn it,

to destroy the harsh words I wrote!

You were very angry with her.

During her final illness, she withdrew from the church.

S-She wouldn't even pray!

We were all worried about her.

I know she wasn't in her right mind.

I-I should've kept my temper.

Perhaps I could've stopped her.

You mustn't blame yourself, Miss Kipley.

Well, I won't let the same thing happen with my brother-in-law.

If only I could speak to him without that Dracula fellow in the way.

What on earth does he want?

Mr O'Hagan does seem rather dedicated to his job.

Well, I wish he'd leave my family alone.

Bernard has been through enough.

He's vulnerable.

And he's wealthy.

Do you think he's being taken advantage of?

Sprinkle mustard seed on your rooftop to ward off vampires!

Ten bob for some twigs?

A rose plant, my dear.

Its thorns trap vampires in their graves.

Hmm, didn't help Mr Gallamore, did it?

Ooh!

Excuse me.

Er, not you, too?

It's for my stew!

Thank you.

Right.

Mustard seed!

I see the news has spread.

Ah, are you in the market for some holly, Father?

Hang it in the doorway, keep evil spirits at bay.

I have plenty growing in the presbytery garden,

thank you.

You seem to be doing very well out of this morning's tragedy.

People are wise to protect themselves.

Looks like a motive from where we're standing.

Mr Gallamore is dead, the village is riled

and you're out here making a nice tidy profit!

That's very cynical, Inspector.

You seem very keen to assist Mr Ross.

Is he paying you for your services?

Everybody has to make a living...

But shouldn't vampire hunting be a purely moral duty?

Isn't being a priest a moral duty, Father?

Or does the church pay you?

I have a dangerous job.

I deserve compensation.

How very convenient that you managed to bring all your stock

with you to Kembleford.

Nonetheless, you must cease trading on church grounds.

You never know when you'll uncover a vampire.

It certainly benefits you if people believe that.

I do not care whether I am believed, Inspector.

I care about protecting people from evil.

There's been strange things happening in this village

long before I arrived.

How do you explain that?

Get your mustard seed in now!

To keep your strength up!

You really are very kind.

Thank you. Right.

HE GASPS

What is that?

Beef, potatoes...and garlic.

Moles, is it, Father?

I don't know, Mr Ross.

But it's not your daughter.

HE SIGHS AND LAUGHS

I wonder what Elsie would make of all this?

I have no doubt that she would be worried about you.

You know, it's over two decades since I lost my wife.

Yet sometimes I still forget she's gone.

She died when Louisa was a baby.

A seizure, out of the blue.

The doctors couldn't explain that either.

It must've been a terrible shock.

You have suffered a great deal.

Er, when Louisa first fell ill, she was so positive.

She believed that God would help her get better.

Then, suddenly, everything changed.

Do you know why?

She pushed me away.

Wouldn't speak to me.

Stayed in her room, writing. Writing?

In her diary.

She always kept one.

Have you read it? Of course not!

It was private.

May I?

If we knew more about Miss Ross' final weeks,

it would help us to understand her illness,

what caused her symptoms.

We know what caused her symptoms.

Mr Ross... Protect yourself, Father.

My daughter is down there, cursed and transformed.

Until something is done, we're all in danger.

I've telephoned Lady Felicia's personal physician

and kindly offered to do some research

into Miss Ross' symptoms.

If only we could read her diary...

Do you think that would help find out what happened to Louisa?

I hope so.

We need some answers quickly

if we are to bring Mr Ross to his senses.

HE SNIFFS Mm, smells delicious, Mrs Devine.

SHE SIGHS

Ah! That's for Edgar.

Baked in my oven.

Between organising your diary and nursing Edgar,

I've not been home!

He couldn't manage my garlicky stew

so I thought I'd try something sweet.

Oh, sounds like you need to douse him in holy water, Father!

Don't be silly, Brenda!

PHONE RINGS

Make yourself useful and check the cake is done.

We're still awaiting the postmortem,

but I'm hoping that'll clear things up.

I still don't understand how there was no blood spilled.

What if the wounds to Mr Gallamore's neck were made after he died?

If the heart had stopped pumping, there'd be no blood.

Of course!

Someone killed Mr Gallamore

and then made it look like a vampire attack.

It was Edgar.

He doesn't sound at all well.

Oh, dear.

I might have accidentally mentioned you were here, Inspector.

Now he wants to see you.

Oh, dear. You could tell him we have a theory!

Perhaps I might not mention you just yet, Father.

Understandable.

I'll go with you.

I don't vant cake,

I vant blood! Stop it, Brenda!

A vampire cannot enter a place of worship,

but I fear Louisa has tried.

Perhaps she wished to sabotage the Mass?

That could belong to anyone.

As could the footprints.

You could be in danger, Father.

I cannot think of any reason why Miss Ross would target me.

However, I have been wondering why Mr Gallamore

was the chosen victim.

Not you, for example.

If Louisa spent time with Gilbert in life,

perhaps she wished to continue that relationship in death?

What do you mean?

Well, according to Bernard,

Gallamore and Louisa were close.

I overheard him questioning Gilbert about it last night after dinner.

He sounded very angry.

Well,

perhaps after witnessing the behaviour

towards Miss Higgins,

Mr Ross was fearful that Mr Gallamore

had behaved in the same way with his daughter?

I knew he was trouble!

I know this sounds ridiculous, but what if it isn't flu?

Oh, you don't mean...?

No, I don't.

Do I?

Just in case.

Edgar?

No reflection! Isabel? What is it?

What in the name of...?!

Edgar!

Gosh, I'm so sorry!

I don't know what came over me!

It must be all the talk of vampires!

Has everyone gone completely mad?

Goodfellow, you need to find the culprit

and put a stop to this nonsense!

Well, we think we're getting closer, Sir!

"We?"

Tell that priest to keep his nose out!

Now, Father Brown is only trying to help!

I know, Isabel, but this is police business.

What's the latest with the fraud case in Wedlock?

It's just I've been a bit busy with the murder, Sir.

Sergeant, being an Inspector means juggling cases.

Crime doesn't just stop because you're busy!

Yeah. I'm sorry, Sir.

If you can't do the job properly, I'll find...

No, sir! I can, I promise!

In fact, I'm heading back to the station right now, sir.

Cake?

I argued with Gilbert.

After his behaviour towards Janice, I wondered about his intentions

towards my daughter.

You trusted Mr Gallamore.

He was your friend.

Were you angry?

I was.

Angry enough to kill him?

Of course not!

Your daughter's diary may contain clues about what's been happening.

We have to find out the truth, Bernard,

or you will never find any peace.

"Mrs Bradley of Wedlock accuses Mr Vivian Horton

"of obtaining funds from her life savings.

"Mrs Bradley believed that Mr Horton was able to communicate

"with her late father from beyond the grave."

First vampires, now ghosts.

Whatever next?

Vivian Horton.

Of course!

Bernard, your daughter will rise again.

You could be her next target.

What if...

..she isn't a vampire?

That priest is getting into your head.

Look at the evidence!

What about Gilbert?

What about Louisa's necklace? I can't explain it.

But still, I have to be sure!

I am sure!

I will stay tonight,

awaiting Louisa's arrival.

Then I will rid Kembleford of its monster...

..and release your daughter.

You really can do it?

Yes.

There will be a fee, of course.

Let's say £400.

Not much for the sake of a soul.

Mr Ross? It's all right, Janice.

I'm going for a walk.

It's not safe!

It's almost sundown!

I know.

But I have to be sure.

BELL RINGS

Miss Ross and Mr Gallamore became friends

because he provided her with what she needed most -

answers.

He told her a vampire caused her illness.

At first, she didn't believe him,

but as her symptoms worsened...

It is getting worse.

Can I really be the victim of a vampire?

I fear the change is nearly upon you.

You have to help me, Gilbert!

There must be something you can do?

Do not leave this room.

Please!

Do not tell my father!

I feel as if I am going mad.

I am so frightened.

Why didn't she speak to anyone else?

Mr Gallamore told her she was cursed.

She felt ashamed.

So, as her health declined and her paranoia increased,

she moved away from her family and from the church.

Until, finally, she could no longer cope.

Poor Louisa.

PHONE RINGS

And the lesions typically first occur

on the hands and the face?

Thank you, Doctor.

That is very helpful.

Goodbye.

Er, Father, you'd better get to the churchyard now!

No, Mr Ross! Please! Please don't!

Please! Please, Mr Ross! No! Mr Ross!

Stop!

You are about to commit a terrible crime.

Think about what you are doing.

I must know if my daughter is truly a vampire!

There is no such thing.

Bernard, please!

Arrest that man!

You're a fraud, Mr O'Hagan.

Or should I call you Mr Horton?

And you've been causing havoc in the area for months now.

What are you saying?

He goes by many guises -

palm reader, ghost hunter.

Last week, he was a psychic medium in Wedlock

under the name of Vivian Horton.

And it was that scar that made me realise the connection.

I was fighting vampires in Romania!

You were hit over the head with a crystal vase by Mrs Bradley

when she caught you going through her purse.

That's when she realised you'd sold her a load of old nonsense!

Where's your proof?

'Ere!

You use spiritualism and the occult to manipulate

your grieving victims.

When Mr Gallamore told you about the Ross family,

you saw the perfect opportunity to terrify them

until they would pay anything to make it stop.

The postmortem results are back.

You were right, Father.

He was suffocated.

And the wounds on his neck were inflicted after his death

with a needle.

Or a brooch.

Fine!

But Gilbert was already dead when I found him!

I don't understand.

It isn't real?

Of course not, you old fool.

If people weren't so gullible, it wouldn't be so easy!

You're a piece of work!

You don't really believe in vampires, Mr O'Hagan,

but in many ways you are one -

feeding off fear for your own personal gain.

But what about Louisa's illness?

I have spoken to a doctor who believes that your daughter

suffered from a rare condition -

hereditary coproporphyria.

It causes pain, depression, mood swings,

and in some cases, sensitivity to sunlight.

They also believe that it causes seizures

and that your wife may have been a sufferer also. But...

..why couldn't anyone tell me?

Because it has only recently been identified

in this month's British Medical Journal.

Mr O'Hagan, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder

of Gilbert Gallamore. Wait a minute, murder?

I didn't murder anyone! Er, Inspector.

Miss Kipley, may we talk?

In church, perhaps?

You're wearing the same necklace as your niece.

The cross that Louisa is wearing belonged to her mother, Elsie,

my dear sister.

Our mother gifted us both matching necklaces.

You didn't notice that your necklace was missing?

I normally wear it under my dress.

I think you discovered your niece's diary in her bedroom last night.

You read her last words...

..and you felt her fear.

Gilbert Gallamore is the reason Louisa took her own life.

And Louisa's condition caused depression and paranoia,

which must have influenced her behaviour.

Gilbert put those evil ideas into her head.

He terrified her.

I couldn't bear to think how she must've felt

in those final days.

Louisa died afraid.

And so will you!

You were as shocked as anybody to find out that

Mr Gallamore had been bitten by a vampire.

But of course, that was Mr O'Hagan's doing.

For a moment,

I thought Louisa really had returned.

Then I realised she's never coming back.

Miss Kipley, you have suffered a terrible loss.

But it does not give you the right to take a life.

Why don't I feel remorse, Father?

What would you tell your Sunday school pupils?

"Be not overcome by evil...

"..but overcome evil by good."

Romans, 12:21.

I can still recall my Bible verses because of you, Miss Kipley.

You've done a lot of good here in Kembleford.

I let you down, Daniel.

Yes, you have.

But I can try to forgive.

And God will forgive, if you let Him.

Will you hear my confession?

BELL TOLLS

You're looking much improved, Chief Inspector!

Thanks to Mrs Devine.

Oh, and you're out in daylight!

Yes. I'm somewhat relieved this vampire hysteria is over.

Me, too.

Sergeant, congratulations on cracking the case.

Than you, Sir. I think the Father deserves some credit as well.

We made an excellent team.

Mm, let's not make a habit of it.

To tell the truth, Father, I'm glad to be handing back the reins.

I think I prefer the quieter life.

I don't blame you.

Welcome.

Do you think he's not coming?

No.

Mr Ross. Miss Higgins.

We have offered up the sacrifice of the Mass

for Louisa Ross

and performed the absolutions.

She was a truly joyful young woman -

warm, generous, and a wonderful friend to many here.

We cannot erase what has happened.

But we can remember her in happier times.

# Salve, Regina

# Mater misericordiae

# Vita, dulcedo

# Et spes nostra, salve

# Ad te clamamus

# Exsules filii Hevae

# Ad te suspiramus

# Gementes et flentes

# In hac lacrimarum valle. #