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Thank you.

Morning, Becky.

Morning, Fraser.

Yeah, who's it on?

Harvey. He's on his way.

Gosh.

Look,

get on the back. I'll hold him off.

What else have you got?

A new maternity ward opening at St. Caddick. Who's cutting the ribbon?

Man of the hour, David Keller.

What is it with that bloke?

So if I don't know him once more, I'm not stranger than you.

Happy birthday, Fraser!

Got you.

Was this you?

From the people you love to hate, to the man we hate to love.

Happy birthday, mate. And I thought you'd put your... What can I say?

What can I say except thank you for remembering.

Hey, Becky put 36 cans on the cake. I said it was more like 40.

Yeah, in his room.

Yeah, going for you now. Who's speaking?

Fraser. Detective Jarvis.

Terry,

don't tell me you're phoning me to wish me happy birthday.

And it's as long as before, yeah?

I'll get down there straight away.

Yeah, thanks.

So I'll be Booker Photographer.

We've got another one.

Rosa, I bet you could make it.

So you think in utils, every day you give an exclusive?

Well, you're the man with the interest in this sort of stuff.

I thought you might have some bright ideas.

Who do you think is doing this, Fraser?

I don't know, but judging by the graffiti, I'd say it's got to be

Nah, I can't see you turning this place into an arbitrage and help anybody with

a political motivation.

Well, Christianity was used to destroy the Celtic culture.

I mean, they built churches over sacred Druid land.

And now they're reclaiming that land.

Exactly. You know anything about these gypsies moving by the steelworks?

No, they were the focus, weren't they?

Part of the festival.

I don't think they're involved, yeah?

Well, these animals have got to be coming from somewhere.

Either that or some farmer's getting fat on insurance.

And that wasn't a quote. Let me check it out before you go writing your copy.

Right.

Look here.

If you're so pissed off at McCulloch, just quit.

I mean, I'm sure they could find a younger, more charismatic reporter.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. In your dreams.

You're going to have to put in a few more good years before McClellan will

you slip in the markers.

Try spinning them.

Sorry? Try... Look, I'll show you.

Thank you.

Why don't you join us?

And, uh... Oh, come on, mate, it's my birthday.

Maybe another time.

Mmm, nice line.

It was like yours, wasn't it? Spin the coin.

Who's that?

Six more of these and you are done.

Ah, Fraser.

Ah, Fraser.

This is Rachel. Rachel.

Fraser Truick.

Well, you two know each other?

Not exactly, no.

Well, Rachel's studying journalism at the college, and she's going to be

us for a while as part of her industrial release.

Really?

So why don't you tag along with me? That's exactly what I thought, Fraser.

Keep you out of mischief.

Now then, this afternoon, there's going to be opening of the new maternity wing

at St. Caddox.

David Keller is going to speak, so you will be there to cover it, won't you?

George, I won't miss it for the world.

That's what I like.

A happy ship.

How you doing?

The armpit of the world.

It can't be all bad.

Four years I've been a journalist in this town, and I've yet to find a story

that would raise an eyebrow in the local reg, let alone the nationals.

So why stay?

Well, it's my home. It's where I belong.

So how come the Bow Bell back?

Remember, they'd moved to London when I was a kid, grew up in New Cross.

Surely there'd be Bell prospects there.

I had a good job.

Good money, good paper.

Then I did a story on corporate embezzlement.

And? I pointed the finger at the wrong man.

He was guilty but powerful.

Anyway, the paper got done, I got dumped, and here I am.

So you came back home?

Yeah.

Well, I figured, who needs London?

I'd spent ten years going round in circles, and I came back here. It was

like a fresh start.

Some of the guys at the office said not to mention David Keller.

I take it you're not a fan.

Well, don't get me wrong, it's nothing personal. I'm just not into all that

-to -your -rook shit.

You know, Keller's a nationalist.

If he had his way, we'd all be just as Arabs, playing arts and speaking

gobbledygook.

Ladies and gentlemen, I take great pleasure...

in introducing the man responsible for funding this unit.

Please, give a big hand for Mr. David Keller.

Mr. Keller, sir.

Yes. Fraser Truick, Evening Post.

You talk about change and a cultural reawakening, but what about the culture

that already exists in this town? And what sort of culture is that?

It's a culture born from the rape.

of this fair country.

The culture left a rot on the scrap heap like a knackered pit pony.

What about the people who were born here?

Grew up here?

Do you deny their culture?

Oh, not at all.

We are giving them the chance to regain their pride and to rise to the

challenges of life like their Celtic forefathers.

We will give them jobs, not welfare.

Let them...

Earn their own homes and feed themselves.

That was brave.

Ladies and gentlemen, if you'd like to move inside, there are drinks in

reception. Not if I can help it. This has got to make the first edition. Let's

go.

So, did you get her number?

I might have done one.

Which means you didn't.

What is it with you? It's like being back at school.

Best days of your life, isn't it? Yeah, well, it may have been, but you didn't

learn much, did you? Look, I before E except after C.

Get on with it.

Rachel, I thought you'd have been well gone by now.

I just wanted to thank you for showing me around today.

That's fine. I mean, all in a day's work.

And by way of thank you, I was wondering if you'd let me take you out tonight.

If you've got nothing else on.

No, I'd really like that, yeah.

Yeah.

Um, well, what time and where?

My place. Eight o 'clock.

Yeah.

Definitely, yeah.

Rachel!

You'd better tell me where you live.

Sorry. Number 13, Woodlands Close.

Eight o 'clock.

Okay.

So what did you think?

It was okay.

That wasn't Billy Smiles, was it?

You all right?

No.

No, not really.

Can we go somewhere else?

Yeah, um, can I get you a drink?

Yeah.

He was my brother.

Yeah, I remembered us.

In the report, they said he fell from one of the walkways on the factory roof

while he was doing repairs.

And?

He was a machine operator.

He never did repairs.

Yeah, but Rachel, you know how these places are like.

I mean, there's no -one around. You double up and you try and get it fixed

yourself.

Before he died, he wrote to me.

He, um... He told me he'd met this man who'd...

introduced him to some society.

He'd always been a bit of a loner, easily influenced.

I suppose he was a soft target for that kind of thing.

Anyway, I went to visit him, and I could tell right away that something was

wrong. He wasn't himself.

And when I went back home, he... he stopped writing to me, he didn't return

calls.

Next thing I knew, he was... So you're saying it wasn't an accident?

Mm.

So?

And more so to question why.

I think it's connected with your story, Fraser.

Rachel, why are you telling me this?

I'm a reporter. I'm not a detective.

Because... I need your help.

This is where the molten metal is cooled into slabs, laid into sheets and

coiled. How many people work here?

About 2 ,000, including administration.

To how many feel I do?

About 20%.

What

about safety? Is that suffered with recession?

No, not at all.

No, we'd rather lose jobs than create a dangerous working environment.

But you have had accidents.

That was a tragic event, not in keeping with our excellent safety policy.

Did you know Edward Morris? Not personally, but I'm sure he was a

hard -working man who will be sadly missed by his colleague.

Yes.

Excuse me.

Sorry, Mr. Twigg, I'm needed back at the office.

If you have any more questions, I'm sure I can deal with them later.

Just one more, if you don't mind.

Are you aware of any group or organization that could be recruiting

your workforce?

What, unions?

I was thinking more along the lines of a religious group.

You see, I think Edward Morris belongs to a cult.

I thought your article was about budget cuts.

Well, it is, but I'm also running a story on Edward Morris. You know, the

thought of killing two birds with one stone.

Like I said, I didn't know him personally.

What about the gypsies by the gatehouse?

Do you think they could help me?

You could try, but I wouldn't advise it. They're a hostile bunch.

We're trying to get them evicted.

Come on.

Thanks for your time. I appreciate it.

All right, mate?

Give me the camera.

Give me the fucking camera. Just relax. All I'm doing is taking pictures for the

local paper.

I don't care who you are.

You're sticking your nose where it don't belong. I ain't sticking me nose

nowhere. Look, my name is Fraser Truitt. That's me ID.

Even in post. Fuck you.

Hey, what you do that for?

What, you fucking hard man, are you? I don't want no trouble, honest mate.

What do you like it if I took photographs in your backyard?

Huh?

Leave him alone.

Go on. You heard what I said.

Get him out.

I've got a lot of business, son.

I'll do anything here.

Get him out.

Get him out.

This is private land.

You want to go taking photographs, get permission first.

Thanks. Thanks.

Were you concocted?

I'm not sure. I think I blanked out for a second.

You should get someone to take a look at that.

So, what do you want to do?

My head's spinning. I just want to rest.

What

was

that for?

By way of thank you.

I love you.

What time is it?

Ten o 'clock.

We should be at work.

Relax. We are on the road doing some very important interviews.

You look like you've done this sort of thing before.

I may. You're joking, aren't you?

You're not complaining, are you?

Rachel, there are some things I never complain about.

Good to hear it.

It's a man Eddie wrote to you about.

Did you ever meet him?

I may have seen him once.

What did he look like?

He was through a pub window.

Big fella?

Blonde?

Blondish. Sort of smart dress type, a bit untidy, no?

I don't know.

It was too dark.

Rachel, did Eddie ever try and get you involved?

No. He knew better than that. I'm not the religious type.

He did push this book on me once, though.

What's it called?

I couldn't read it. It was Celtic.

Do you remember the title?

Pagan... Paganade or something?

Would you recognise it if you saw the cover?

Maybe.

We keep our old stock in this section.

I'm afraid it's reference only.

They're much too valuable to lend.

Unless, of course, you're members of our vintage book society.

The fee is only £25 a year and we post your newsletter every month.

We're only really interested in one book, thanks.

Oh, I see.

Well,

this is probably what you're after.

I'm afraid it was only published in wealth.

We had other copies, too, but they've gone missing.

People just take advantage these days.

Can you translate that?

Aroith Paganith.

It means sign of the pagan.

A pagan sign.

Well, just ask if you need any more help.

Thanks.

Aroith Paganith.

Aroith Paganith.

Aroith Paganith.

Aroith Paganith. Aroith Paganith.

Think you found your edge

Are

you

coming after here?

David's taking a call at the moment.

He said to make you feel welcome while you wait.

Can I offer you a drink?

No, thank you.

It's not the original, Mr. Truick.

What does it represent to you?

The modernization of the native world.

Well, I prefer to see it another way.

On one side, you have the manipulative powers of the church.

On the other, the conquistadors who have forced their laws and beliefs on the

natives at gunpoint.

Very interesting argument.

Which is partly the reason why I came to see you.

You sit down.

So your father wrote a book on the Druids?

Arwith Paganath.

You read it?

I wish I could.

I don't know how to speak the language.

Well, then you should learn. It's a native tongue.

I suppose you heard what happened at St. Michael's?

Yes, sir. Yes, I read about it. You know, it's so frustrating because I am

racking my brains trying to figure out who is responsible.

And then right out of the blue...

I discovered your father's book.

And I thought that maybe, you know, you might be able to... Offer up some ideas.

Yeah.

Does the word Samhain mean anything to you?

Summer solstice?

It's a druid ceremony.

Animals are sacrificed to the land.

Falls at the end of this month.

Yeah, and what about human sacrifice?

Because the pictures I saw in that book depicted a man.

No, that was a Roman.

Miss?

Mr. Keller, are you aware of a Druid cult within this community?

I'm sure they exist in some contemporary form.

Yeah, and do you know that they're using your father's book to recruit and

educate their members?

Why don't you stop tap dancing, Mr. Druid, and get to the point?

The man killed at the steelworks last month was a member of this cult.

Now, we think there's a connection between his death and what happened at

Michael's.

Human sacrifice in the stern edge.

I doubt it.

Well, let me ask you this, Mr Keller.

Would I be right in saying that you want to turn the clocks back?

Yes, you could say that.

Yeah, but just how far back do you plan on going?

Now, what are you suggesting?

That I am responsible for the death of your steel worker?

You're an ambitious reporter, Mr Truick.

Don't let your imagination get the better of you.

Mr Keller, all I'm trying to do is fit the pieces together.

Then don't include me.

In your jigsaw puzzle.

Susanna, come in, will you?

Now, let's... Let's say that you're right.

And that what happened at St.

Michael's was the work of some fanatical cult.

Well, they are not doing me any favours, are they?

I am trying to get re -elected.

They're just compounding stereotypes.

playing into the hands of the opposition.

So, if I can help you expose the culprits, then we'll both

benefit, won't we?

Susanna, will you call the town library and ask if they have a copy of Arwith

Paganis? Yeah, I do. I was in there yesterday.

Then ask them to compile a list of names.

and addresses of members who have loaned it in the past couple of years. Just

tell them I'm interested in its popularity.

There was a very limited print run.

They're quite scarce nowadays.

So the chances are, if they are using the book, they would have acquired it

the library.

That's me done.

Fancy a pint?

No, I'm going to stay for a while. I'm working there.

And I want to tell you I'm in the morning. Yeah, all right.

In the morning.

Can I help you?

You must leave this town immediately.

Go to London.

Seek refuge in the church of God and prophecy.

Do you know this gentleman, Fraser?

No, no, I don't.

I knew your father.

Your real father.

I was there when you were born.

What do you mean, my real father?

Didn't they tell you?

No, you're wrong. You're wrong. Get him out.

Come along now, sir. I was there at your birth.

You must believe me.

Your salvation depends on it. Come along now, sir.

Is something wrong?

No, I'm just a little bit tired.

Come on, you're miles away.

Tell me what's wrong.

What would you think if someone told you, right out of the blue, that you was

adopted?

I'm not with you.

Remember that priest I told you about today?

Yeah.

He only said to me that... He said to me that he was there at my birth.

And that my mum and dad weren't my real parents.

Sounds like a crank if you ask me.

I don't know.

I don't know.

You must know.

That's just it, I don't.

I mean, the funny thing is, we was... We was never that close.

And the more I come to think about it, there was always this... this wall

between us.

Didn't you think to ask them?

No.

I didn't want to upset anybody.

You just don't ask them things, you know, I think.

Mm.

George! George, what's happening?

Check it out, will you? I want another photographer available this morning.

Because I cancelled it.

Why?

Oh, come on, printer.

Human sacrifice.

Conspiracy at the steelworks.

You've been led in a wild goose chase.

George, look at my phone.

Are you telling me they've got nothing to hide?

You've got that for trespassing on gypsy land. They've got their own laws,

Fraser, their own way of doing things. Well, I think you're wrong.

Look, can I ask you something, Fraser?

Before you embarked on this fiasco, did you bother to check the authenticity of

your source?

Of course I never did. I didn't think it necessary.

Well, I did.

I formed the registrar.

And do you know what I found out?

Nothing.

Edward Morris never had a sister.

He was an only child.

I've got letters, I've got pictures, I've got documents.

I know.

You're not the only one saving for a ride.

I was the one who employed her in the first place.

I can't believe this. I mean, what is she going to gain by making all this

happen? Well, you're the investigative reporter.

You tell me.

What was the name again?

Murray. Edward Murray.

Here we are.

Any mention of a sister?

Rachel Morris.

I'll look at the parents record.

No,

he's their own child.

Anything else?

Sure.

First name?

Fraser.

Nothing there either, I'm afraid.

No, that must be a mistake.

Are you sure you were born in this town?

Yeah, my parents were born in Sandfields.

But I may have been adopted.

You could be in the parish records.

Sandfields comes under St. Mary's.

We'll need to speak to the vicar, a Reverend Dennis Cox.

Rachel!

You should keep your door locked.

You never know who might come and visit.

Are you going to take your case off?

I'm not staying.

I'll get you a drink.

Have you had the results?

Tomorrow.

They should have been here days ago.

It's been 12 days.

How many times have you slept with him?

More than enough.

How many times?

Look, what do you want from me? The intimate details?

Fuck off, will you?

Listen to me, stupid whore. You'll get your money when I get proof from a

in writing.

I told you, he'll be here in a day or two.

Half up front.

That would be agreement.

That is, if you're being up front with me.

You are, aren't you, Rachel?

Yes.

Come out.

I said come out.

How long have you been there?

Long enough.

What did you hear?

What did I hear?

Rachel, what the fuck is going on?

How many times have you slept with him?

He was talking about me, wasn't he?

Wasn't he?

Fraser, it's not how it seems.

Well, that is a relief.

Because I was getting worried.

Because if you remember, I was just in a fucking room listening to you and him

going on about pregnancy tests, money and fucking doctors.

Now, who else have you been fucking?

I think you should go.

I ain't going anywhere until I get some answers.

Edwin Morris never had a sister, did he?

Did he?

You're hurting my arm.

So why do you lie to me? Let go of my arm. Don't fuck me about anymore,

Now you talk to me.

I can't.

Why?

You were not at hand.

Well, if I don't understand, tell me.

Because they'll kill me.

Hold on a fucking minute here. What are you talking about? They'll kill you.

Who? Fraser, I can't tell you.

So what about us?

Fraser, you should never have come here.

I just asked you, what about us?

There is no us.

Give me the knife!

Watch your face.

I'm ready to listen.

There must be no doubt in your mind that what I'm about to tell you is the

truth.

It's a cycle that goes back before the birth of Christ.

You're a part of that cycle.

I don't understand.

They devised your birth.

The same way they devise in the birth of your child.

Devising your death.

The same way they devise the death of your father.

But what?

Regeneration.

It's a contemporary manifestation of the old religion.

In times of drought or recession, the Druids make a sacrifice.

Animals at first.

But if the land still does not yield...

They make a human sacrifice.

So why don't they just kill me now? I mean, why play this cow mouse game?

There are two conditions they must achieve before a sacrifice can be made.

First, you must conceive a child.

Rachel.

So why did they kill him?

They're not infallible.

After the child is conceived, you must attend the place of sacrifice of your

free will.

So how are they going to do that, convert me?

Don't underestimate them, Fraser.

Their influence is legion. They're powerful, devious people.

Leave this town immediately.

Go to London.

Seek out the Church of God and prophecy.

Trust no one or anything.

Where is it, Truick?

Yeah? DS Young, DC Fox, CRD. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Do you know this girl?

What? Yes, I know who it is, Mr. Truick.

Yeah, you're there.

Interview resumed.

9 .30 p .m. D .S. Young, D .C. Fox and Fraser Truick. Now then, let's go

this again, shall we?

Look, I've had enough of this.

I want to know why you're keeping me here.

You've got the body of a young woman by the name of Rachel Morris lying flat on

her back in a fridge.

And you were seen leaving the scene of the crime at the approximate time of her

death. Do I make myself clear?

Yeah. And you say you were investigating the death of her brother?

How many more times?

Yeah. And you discover that the so -called brother, Edward Morris, is an

child, so that makes your friend Rachel out to be a liar, right?

Look, I've told you once, yeah.

Yeah. So you get a bit pissed off and decide to go round and have a few words.

Look, I didn't kill her.

Why would you lie to you? I don't fucking know. How do I know?

Listen, Fraser, you're in a lot of shit, pal, so you better know something.

I want to see D .I. Jarvis.

What? Look, he doesn't know it yet, but he's already involved in this case.

Okay, these are the rules of your race.

First off, don't give down.

Terry, look, I'm in trouble.

I've got for you.

The evidence is stacked against you. So why you let me go?

Let's just say I'm a... I'm a little wiser than the last time we met.

Look, I'll do what I can, but in the meantime, stay put.

If you try and leave, they'll only re -arrest you, and that'll get me into

trouble.

Thanks.

Fraser.

Any more light you can throw on that character you saw arguing with a girl?

We'll buy you a lot of favors.

Right.

God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Hello Dennis.

You've got a load on you.

Big fella with a blonde hair.

What's his name?

What's his name?

Carver. Mr.

Carver. Sure.

I need to see Terry Jarvis.

Are you Fraser Truick? Look, I need to see Terry Jarvis. I've got some

information for him.

He isn't back yet.

Shouldn't be too long, though.

You want to wait in his office?

Yeah, whatever.

Captive Jarvis has been deleted. You can shoot Detective Carter.

No, I'll leave it. It's very cool.

What are you looking for, mate? It's a speed, isn't it?

You want some E? You want some E? You want some speed? E.

Come on.

Come on.

Shall we?

Yeah, of course.

Do you want to earn a few quid?

Yeah, you want to buy something? No, I want you to do me a favour. I want you

nick me a motor.

Some time this week would be good.

Good man.

Hold up. Do you want any gear then, yeah? No, I've got it all done, boy.

All right, see you later. Yeah.

All right.

That's number two. Ten, seven, eight.

Have you got it all in there?

Yes, just down there.

Right, we'd better get this cleaned up before it gets infected.

When was the last time you had a tetanus?

Um, six months ago.

Shouldn't need another one, then.

This is going to need a few stitches, though.

Sue, can you take him through to room six? I'll be through in a moment.

Does he have to stay overnight?

Is he under arrest?

Yeah.

I suppose he'll have to stay overnight, then.

About an hour at the most should do it.

Where is he?

He's being seen to.

Okay, you can go now.

I'll take over.

Sir?

Hello, Mr. Truitt. How are you feeling?

What's that for?

It's only a tetanus.

No, I don't need one.

Where's the other doctor? He told me I don't need one.

Best to be on the safe side.

I'm not having one of them.

I'm not having one.

It's only an injection. I don't care what it is. I'm not having one. Are you

going to get the other doctor? He's telling me I don't have one!

I don't need one!

Don't cut it!

Fraser, come on. No,

it's me.

Now, listen.

We have to get to the station.

Train leaves at 12.

See you, Tracey.

How did you know I was here?

Terry Jarvis told me.

Look, Fraser, I know about you and Rachel.

I know what's going on.

That's me Hey,

where are you taking that patient?

Go ahead, man.

Turn to the station, right?

Yeah.

Will you stop at my place on the way home?

Fraser, we can't stop. We missed the train.

Selfie, the evidence, the story, everything's on that computer. I need

All right.

Just be quick, yeah?

Jesus Christ, Fraser, what are you doing?

Just making sure I get out in one piece.

I'll kill him if I have to.

Who?

Carver.

Detective Carver.

Just let Tony Jarvis sort you out, yeah?

Where's the passenger?

Fraser, it's a mail train. There are no passengers.

I'm sorry, but I'm not thinking straight. Forget it. Just get on the

Fraser.

You need to... You phone me when you get to London, all right?

Shall we, thanks.

Thanks.

Tickets.

Hello?

Hello, why have we stopped?

Hello?

Fraser.

Come any fucking closer and you're dead.

You're dead.

Get back!

Get back!

So pleased you could make it.

It doesn't make fucking sense. Why you... Why you... Life is not as

straightforward as it seems, is it, Fraser?

Now, come on. What are you going to do?

You're going to shoot us all.

We're going to be first.

We're going to be first!

Oh, is that why you came?

To kill Mr.

Carp? Whatever it fucking takes.

Because I don't care anymore.

I don't fucking care.

Then you came of your own free will.

I'm warning you, Kelly, you get back.

I will fucking shoot you.

You get back.

Then do it.

If you can.

Police, is he?

Pity him, is that?

So, Fraser, did you get your story?

Or only part of it?

Have you found the edge that you were looking for?

You never knew your parents, did you?

Your real parents.

You want to know the truth, don't you, Fraser?

Your fate. Your place in this world.

Shall I show you who you really are?

Who your father was?

Who your child will be?

Do you want to see with your father's eyes?

beginning. You are the Messiah.

Your flesh is dead.

How are we feeling?

Fine.

Not too tired?

No, I'm fine.

Congratulations, Rebecca.

Baby girl, I'm told.

Come on. Let David see her.

Come on.

We don't want to spoil it now.

She's beautiful. Looks like her mother.

She has her father's eyes.

Rebecca, we have to take her now.

You do understand?

Messiah.

Messiah.

Voy, dear.

Can I count?

Throw him, Bowie.

Me, oh, balloon.