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Tom?

Kelly?

Claire?

Is anybody home?

Is anybody home?

You okay in there?

Oh.

James. James.

James.

The police said you can go now.

But they'll need to speak to you again
in a couple of days.

Oh.

Okay.

Thanks, Will.

James.

Claire's mum.

She said some stuff.

What did she say?

It's ridiculous.

Well, what did she say?

She said that you knew Claire was
suicidal.

That Claire came to you and asked you
for your help.

It's not true, is it?

Of course not.

Claire came to confession not only
because she had to.

I'm the last person she would have asked
for help. And if she had have asked, I

would have done something.

Claire's mum's obviously upset.

But I've got nothing to hide, Will.

I have to speak to the police whenever
they need me.

I should go home.

Thanks for helping with all this.

There's no need to thank me.

Just call if you need anything.

Okay?

Father Palliser.

What do you want, Tom?

I wanted to make sure everything is
okay.

Go and see your wife.

She stepped up and just killed herself.

We came to you for help, Father.

Don't forget that.

How are you, Jack?

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Father O 'Neill mentioned you might be
coming.

Put this on special, just in case.

Thanks.

You thought we'd never see you again.

You left so soon after what happened to
Claire Russell.

I should go speak to Father O 'Neill.
I'm sorry, Father. I didn't mean to

you.

I'll come visit you in your new parish.

Make it up to you.

Police, sir.

Inspector Myers.

Hello. I was the lead in the
Russellville case.

I'm investigating Tom Carlyle's death.

It's very good of you to come back for
Tom's funeral, Father.

It's my pleasure. I'm happy to do what I
can.

Sorry you said you were investigating
Tom Carlyle's death.

Didn't think the police got involved
when people died from natural causes.

Natural causes?

It wasn't natural causes, Father.

Tom killed himself.

I see.

Listen, Father.

I'm investigating some strange
circumstances surrounding Tom's death.

I wonder if I could maybe ask you a few
questions about your... Inspector,

please.

I think you've questioned enough people
about this.

Just doing my job, Father.

It's not your job, Jack.

The case is closed.

Sorry about that.

Well, why didn't you tell me Tom killed
himself?

I didn't know you'd come back.

I didn't want to put all this on you.

Well, it's a bit late for that now,
isn't it? I'm sorry.

I didn't want to upset you.

Listen, we'll just say you fell ill,
okay?

I can handle this.

I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just a shock.

You should have told me.

Family do seem to be cursed.

If you believe in that sort of thing.

They just lost their way.

Tom was a very bad influence.

Kelly could have never let another man
into their home.

As in, a woman can only marry one man
and it's still death to your part?

No.

I'm not that Old Testament.

Will, what happened to the house where
Cliff and me used to live?

Well, uh... After Claire died, And Mum
moved away.

Really quickly.

I think she tried to sell it, but, you
know, word gets round.

I heard that Tom was squatting there.

Laurie.

Laurie died.

Oh.

Is anyone living there now?

No.

Not that I know of.

Right. OK.

Thanks, Will.

I'll see you later.

Mel, how are you? How's your family?

All good, thank you.

I'm running the Sunday prayer group now
with Father O 'Neill.

Eh.

Well, I thought you'd grown out of all
that.

Grown out of what?

Believing in God?

No. No, you know what I mean.

Not many people your age are into this
sort of stuff anymore.

Probably because you go around telling
people they should grow out of it.

OK, OK, I'm sorry.

Your commitment is commendable. I know
it.

How are you, anyway, apart from Sir
Nicol?

Well, you know, getting along.

It was certainly better in the good old
days when I was here.

You've not moved to your new parish yet?

No, no.

You could say I'm between parishes.

And Mum and Dad would love to see you.

Why don't you come round for dinner
tonight?

I'd love to, but I'm meeting Wilfred for
dinner tonight.

All right.

Give me a ring if you change your mind.

Is there something else?

I've done something really stupid.

And I can't bring myself to confess to
Father O 'Neill about it.

Father O 'Neill's a good man.

He wouldn't judge you.

I know, but I do all the stuff at the
church and I feel I'd bring shame on him

if I... Hey, come on.

If you want to tell me instead, that's
fine.

I've had sex.

Just the ones I swear.

Well, Melissa, that's... But I'm
definitely pregnant.

However, I want an abortion.

I'm just starting my A -levels and I
can't look after a baby as well. And I

it's a thing, but surely there's having
a baby you don't want, so... I can't

help you with this.

What?

You said I could talk to you.

I'm sorry, Melissa, but I can't offer
you advice on this.

You need to see a professional, a
counsellor or something.

A counsellor?

I'm not crazy. I need spiritual
guidance. Then speak to Father O 'Neill.

your priest anymore.

James, you're my friend.

It's not that I don't want to help you.
I just... Really, I just... I just...

I just can't. I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Welcome.

So, as you haven't bothered calling in
the last six months, what have you been

up to?

You know, pottering around, reading.

You can't spend six months just reading,
James.

Where have you been?

I've had a lot of reading to do.

Dark materials.

Dark power.

You haven't received phone calls,
emails, letters.

No one's seen or heard from you.

Okay. Okay, you got me.

For the past six months, I've been part
of a team of priests traveling through

Europe, performing exorcisms to expel
demons from the bodies of innocent young

girls.

Such a prick sometimes.

Alright.

I've actually been hunting witches
across the plains of Iceland.

Well... I honestly don't know what I've
been doing.

I mean... The time has passed so
quickly.

I don't feel like six months since I was
last here.

I guess... I guess...

I've just been living my life.

Being normal.

Doing normal things.

Then why didn't you get in touch?

I've been worried about you.

It's not that I didn't want to contact
you.

I mean, everyone here. You, Mel, the
parish.

I've not forgotten you.

I missed you.

I think I just needed some time.

I was surprised you agreed to come back.

I've come.

Happy to do what I can. The family's
been through a lot.

So have you.

First Claire killed herself, then this
happened to Tom.

They both came to you for confession.

It's all checked now.

James, you can't just brush this off.

And you can't hide yourself away.

It's been six months, and you've not
been given enough a parish.

Do you know why?

Because the bishop's afraid of what he
might say to people.

What, with all your gods abandoned us
and we're not worthy of his love?

People think you've lost your faith.

I didn't lose my faith, Will.

People need to hear these things.

What am I supposed to do? Just tell them
all how great we are because... They

put aside one hour a week to say some
prayers.

Life isn't that easy.

I know it's not.

But we're not there to make people feel
worse.

We're there to help them through their
problems.

Not give them new ones.

Is that what faith is?

Something you use as a fucking comfort
blanket?

They need to understand the duties
involved in being members of the church.

It's not all one -sided, you know. We're
not just there to make them feel

better.

They can't go around sinning as they
please and then exonerate themselves in

confessional once a month. They have a
responsibility not to sin and

to become better people.

And they need to understand the
ramifications if they do sin.

Maybe you need some proper time off.

Time off from God?

How does that work?

You know what I mean.

You've not been yourself since Claire.

No one would blame you if you just took
a sabbatical or something.

I thought I was on a sabbatical.

Another drink?

Why won't you talk to me about it? What
is there to say, Will?

James, she came and confessed to you,
and an hour later you find her body.

And that's gone.

You are lucky it's just another day at
the office.

Part of being a Catholic priest is
knowing how to deal with death.

There you go again.

Which seminary textbook did you learn
that nugget of wisdom from?

Look, I appreciate your concern, I
really do.

But I'm fine.

What happened with Claire was terrible.

What happened with Tom was terrible. But
I did all I could.

I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't
need to.

Can I buy you another drink?

No. I've got maths in the morning.

See you later.

Will, stop whining about me.

I'm all right.

No, you're not.

Shut up.

I'm fed up with dealing with this crap.

Give me a call when you're ready to
treat me like a proper friend.

And stop drinking.

It's a cliche and it's embarrassing.

Fourth of Jan.

Simon sat next to me in science today.

I was so excited.

I blushed when he accidentally touched
my hand.

I hope he didn't notice.

18th of March.

Been a few weeks since I found out.
Still no idea what to do.

I'm going to see Father Pallister after
Mass tomorrow.

I'm going to confess everything.

He will be able to help me.

Bye.

I left the whiskey.

What?

You got a key for this door?

Of course I have.

How are you getting?

Can we talk outside?

We just stalled on a second, Father.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, if
that's all right.

It's very unusual for a priest to be
wandering around derelict houses in the

middle of the night.

Look, I'm happy to talk, but can we
just... Please.

It's 3 a .m.

What are you doing here?

I could ask you the same question.

You could.

But since I've got the badge, we'll
start with you, shall we?

I was walking along the road back to the
B &B and I saw someone coming in here.

I don't know, I thought they might be
breaking in or something.

Bit late for you to be wandering the
streets, father.

Yeah, I guess I just lost track of time.

Can we just do this tomorrow, Inspector?
I'm really tired.

You can leave when I say so.

Why are you doing this, Myers?

What are you doing here?

There isn't even a case. Tom killed
himself.

No, he didn't.

He couldn't have.

You see, I interviewed Tom after
Claire's death.

And there was no way that man was
suicidal.

I'm telling you.

He was a street Catholic father.

And you know more than anyone that
Catholics believe suicide is a mortal

Isn't that right?

Now, Tom believes Claire was waiting for
him in hell.

Do you know that?

Now, if that's true, why would he commit
suicide and send himself there?

I think you're being a bit too logical
about this.

Tom was mentally ill.

Yeah, he was.

But the one thing he held onto was his
religion.

Now, personally, I don't believe in all
that shite myself.

No offence.

But Tom believed Claire was haunting
him.

Saw her everywhere he went.

Said he couldn't escape her.

He felt guilty about what happened to
her, you know. So he should.

You know what he did to her, don't you?
I know.

And he regretted it.

He destroyed him, Father.

But no matter what he did, doesn't
change the fact that he was murdered.

I'm sorry, Inspector, but I...

I don't know anything about what
happened to Tom.

You see, that's interesting, is that,
Father?

Because Tom told me he saw an awful lot
of you after Claire's death.

What?

No, the last time I saw Tom was on the
day of her death.

You sure about that, Father?

Of course I'm sure.

I think I'd remember coming here again.

And I think I'd remember seeing Tom
after Claire died.

Now, can I go now? Not till you start
being straight with me.

Now, I came here tonight for Tom's
journal.

The ones that he kept after Claire's
death.

But they've gone.

They've been burned.

And instead, I find you.

Now, I know what went on between you
two, Father.

So either you start talking to me, or I
can take you down to the station, and we

can do it there. I promise you,
Inspector.

By the time I saw Tom, it was the day of
her death.

Whatever he told you was a lie.

Fair enough.

We'll do it your way.

And... Are you out of your...

It's more than a kid messing about.

It's ridiculous.

What was that?

I think they're gone. What was that?

Tom's killing bats.

Very funny.

I'm still checking your wing.

Stay there.

Not sure this is a good idea, Inspector.

I don't know who's out there. Just
relax, Father. I'll be back in a minute.

Miles, what are you doing?

Open the door, please!

Will, it's Jane.

Please call me when you get this
message.

Something's happening.

I'm trapped in Claire's house.

I think Jack Myers is dead.

Will, please call me back.

Please.

Melissa, listen to me.

I'm trapped inside Claire's house.

I can't get through to the police, but I
need you to call them for me.

Yes, Melissa, call the police and send
them here.

No. No, Melissa, don't come here.

Melissa, hello?

It's okay, James.

It'll be light soon.

In the name of the Father, and the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been two months since my last
confession.

These are my sins.

In your own time?

I've used foul language several times.

I've taken the Lord's name in vain.

And I... Go on.

You can be honest with me. There's no
judgment here.

I've been having lustful thoughts,
Father.

I see.

And they're for someone other than your
spouse?

Yes. Yes.

Yes, they are.

I feel... I feel awful.

You don't need to be so hard on
yourself.

In the world of today, sexual imagery is
everywhere. It's very difficult to be

complete. They're horrible thoughts,
Father.

Really nasty ones.

If you ask for God's help, all sin can
be forgiven.

Not these, Father.

I don't think God will forgive this.

Nothing is beyond our law to forgive,
Tom.

The thoughts are for my stepdaughter,
Father.

They're for Claire.

I see.

I think the best course of action is
to... I mean, she walks around the house

with these outfits on. And I... It's
like she's tempting me, Father.

Always wandering around in her little
nighties.

Like those teddy bears on the front.
Make her look younger.

She knows what she's doing. She's a
grown woman. She's 15, for God's sake!

Temptation is all around us.

We must ask God to make us strong, to
cast these impure thoughts from our

You're not alone.

You're aware of your weaknesses, and as
long as you repent and ask God for

forgiveness, he will give you the power
to silence these lustful voices inside

you. But what do I actually do, Father?

How do I stop it? You must trust in God.

Pray to him for guidance.

Praise your eyes, how long a fucking
night he more like.

Me? What are you doing here?

How did you get in?

There's a key behind the back door.
Where's the key? We have to get out of

Seriously, this is serious.

I think someone's out there.

It'll be like that. We'll get out of
that when we know it's safe.

Okay.

So, do you want to pray or something?

Ask God for help?

No.

No, that won't be necessary.

Well, if you don't think it'll help.

I didn't say it wouldn't help.

Can we just change the subject?

Okay, Father.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

We can just sit here, together.

This is what I came here for.

I had it stored in one of the cupboards.

That's them.

I'm fine, thank you. It's okay.

I won't tell anyone.

It looked like you could use it.

No. No, thank you.

See it yourself.

Susie, come here and look at this.

Hold on.

Look.

What am I looking at?

They're gone.

Who's gone?

They were... They were there.

Are you okay?

What the fuck is James?

They're out there.

Let's go ask them what we want then.

This is boring.

Screw this.

What are we doing?

We need to see if we can find more
booze.

Susie?

Susie, what's wrong?

Call the ambulance, then.

Susie?

What's going on?

Breathe.

I made a vow.

You've been good your whole life.

You've helped people.

Followed your beliefs.

Look where it's gotten you.

We could die here.

Just this once, do something for
yourself.

Don't be a priest.

Just for tonight.

No, no, Susie, no.

You don't need to do this.

The priesthood is what I want.

It's what I'm meant to do.

The priesthood doesn't want you, James.

You did your duty and they moved you
away.

They won't give you another parish.

What's a priest without his flock?

They don't want you.

Not anymore.

It doesn't matter what they want.

I made an oath.

An oath that will make you unhappy your
whole life.

An oath to never have good friends.

To never have lovers.

An oath that means...

You'll never get to enjoy the warmth of
someone.

The passion.

Ow!

You bit me?

Suzie, what's wrong?

Suzie?

Suzie?

Suzie?

Why wouldn't you help me?

Father, I needed you.

You're not real.

You're not real.

You're not real.

Real.

What did I do?

What do you want from me?

I did your bidding.

I followed your rules.

I had faith in you.

Why won't you help me?

In the name of the Father and the Son
and the Holy Spirit.

Bless me, Father, five sins.

It's been three months since my last
confession. Live me for my sins.

In your own time.

If you just talk me through your sins,
I'm sure that'll make you feel better.

I've done something terrible, Father.

No, I'm sure that's not true.

I'm going to burn for what I've done.

I had sex with my stepdad.

Tom! Father, we aren't supposed to use
names in here.

You're right, I'm sorry.

Please, carry on.

I feel so guilty.

I've hurt everyone.

My mum.

And I'm pregnant.

You see?

I can't keep it.

There's just no way.

I've got to get rid of it.

But I know it's a sin. So I came to
speak to you first so you could guide

I know this may be difficult for you to
hear.

But the child inside of you is a human
life.

A human life with so much potential.

It's not our place to murder them.

Father, I don't want to murder anyone.

But you must see how difficult this is
for me.

I completely understand how hard this is
for you.

But this is beyond your choice now.

There is a life inside of you and only
God can decide what happens to it.

I'm not an idiot. I know what the church
thinks.

But you must see that I can't keep this
baby.

It would ruin my life.

It would ruin my mum's life.

He told me I have to get rid of it.

He threatened me.

He threatened you?

He said it has to be dealt with quietly.

That my mum can never know.

That everything has to go back to
normal.

He would never hurt you.

He's already hurt me.

Can't you see that I have no choice?

I have to get rid of it.

There is always a choice.

I... I understand the situation you're
in. I really do.

But as your priest, I cannot condone
what you are planning.

It is your son or daughter growing
inside of you.

I cannot advise you to take their life.

Father...

Claire, listen to me.

You've got nothing to be afraid of.

If you pray to God, he will protect you.

I will protect you.

You're not alone in this.

I promise.

Now I need you to go home and talk to
Tom.

You need to tell him.

She's everywhere now.

I see her on the street, in the mirror,
on the television, and in my dreams.

I beg God for help, but he's silent.

Father Pallister has promised to visit.

I pray he comes soon.

I never visited you, Tom.

Not here.

Stupid face.

That is not true.

You're beautiful, Claire.

Don't be silly, Tom.

You are incredible

Father, how could you let him touch me?

Put his hands on my body.

How could you let him touch me?

Don't let the door. What? What are you
saying?

The door.

Don't let the door close.

Lie back. You might have concussion. The
door!

Get the fucking door open!

How?

How did you get the door open?

I didn't. It was open when I got here.

It doesn't make sense. It's not locked.

It's like something's holding it shut
from the other side.

Oh, go on.

Come on.

Let's lie you down somewhere.

No, I'm not having you involved in this.
You have to go. How? The door's locked.

Stop being an idiot.

Come on.

What's been happening here?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Maybe I'm being punished or tested.

You think God is testing you?

Sounds far -fetched, doesn't it?

Maybe not.

With what you said in the past at your
sermon, people needing to right their

wrongs, cleanse their sins, maybe these
are yours.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

And if God's talking to us now, that'll
be a first.

You don't believe in him?

Yes. Yeah, I do.

He's there. I know that.

I just don't think he cares anymore.

He doesn't talk to me, that's for sure.

Father, why would Claire want to hurt
you?

I think it's because... she came to
confess to me.

I told her abortion was thin.

I prayed to God to help her, to protect
her through it, and she believed me.

But she died anyway.

It's all down to him.

Father, we need to leave. We can't stay
here.

I know, but there's no way out. I've
tried.

There must be.

See?

Don't go downstairs.

Why? Jack.

It'll be light soon.

Someone will come and find us.

Not that soon, Father.

Why? What time is it?

About half past three.

What?

It can't be.

I got here at three.

And I've been here for hours.

You should sit back.

Maybe that fall was worse than it
looked.

No, we have to get out of here.

Well, this place is sealed.

Whoever boarded it up didn't want anyone
to get in.

Or maybe out.

Tom did this himself.

He must have had tools.

Then where are they?

He must have kept them somewhere safe.

In his sanctuary downstairs.

But you said not to go back down there.
I know, I know.

But we need to get out. Just stay there
and I'll be right back.

Are you sure?

I'll be fine.

Just... Just keep an eye out, OK?

I'll be right here.

Everything okay?

Father? Are you okay?

Hello? You paraded yourself around in
front of me and I told you what you

to hear because you made me want you.

After the way you played me, I would
have said anything to go to bed with

And I did.

And it was good.

And that's where it should have ended.

You couldn't do that, could you?

Couldn't just go to the clinic and get
yourself sorted out?

And now look what you've done!

Tom, for God's sake!

What have you done?

Father, is that not what it looks like?

I found her like this. I was trying to
save her.

Claire!

Claire, can you hear me?

Claire, answer me.

What the fuck have you done?

You need to go now, Father.

You need to walk away.

You know I can't do that, Tom.

Yes, you can.

You did when we asked for your help.

I came to you.

I confessed to you.

And so did she.

And what did you do?

Three Hail Marys and a go fuck yourself.
That's not true.

I gave you advice.

To ask God to forgive us for what you
did.

To trust in him.

And he would guide and protect you.

Well, I did that.

And she did that.

And yet, here we are.

We came to you for help, Father. And you
did nothing.

So now you need to walk away. And do
nothing again.

We need to call an ambulance. You're not
really going to do that.

I'm going to leave and forget whatever
you saw.

Otherwise, I'll tell.

I'll tell them all.

I'll tell them you abandoned us.

You stood by and you did nothing.

She'd be alive now were it not for you.

Her blood is on your hands.

Now get the fuck out.

Get out!

Claire, stop.

God, when did you help me?

I tried, Claire.

I did what I could.

I tried to guide you.

You did nothing.

You're right.

I entrusted your safety to God.

You did nothing to help you. For that,
I'm sorry.

But it doesn't have to end this way,
Claire.

She must be punished.

You remember?

Before all this happened to you.

I remember your first communion.

I remember you wearing these for the
first time.

You're not to blame for this, Claire.
You're still the victim, Claire.

It doesn't have to be like this.

Nobody else has to die.

Take me.

You're right.

I'm responsible for all of it.

I caused your death.

I should have helped. I should have done
more.

It doesn't have to end like that.

No one else has to suffer. Please.

Please take me.

James! They've gone.

Well? You okay in there?

Open the door.

I can't. It's locked.

I don't have the key.

We're not here, James.

It's not what it looks like.

We've been trapped in here.

We need to get the police.

James.

What happened here?

What have you done?

Will.

It was Tom Carlyle.

Tom Carlyle's dead.

I know.

I know he is.

But it's his spirit or something.

Claire's too.

I've seen them both, Will.

So has she. Claire tried to kill her.

But they're gone now.

It's over. Go home.

We should get out of here.

Talk about this later.

Will? Will, you're my best friend. I'm
not making this up.

I've been terrorised tonight.

Melissa almost killed.

Inspector Myers is dead.

It doesn't matter.

I just let the police deal with this,
all right? No, you have to believe me.

Claire did the same thing to Tom as
well.

Go and have a look downstairs and you'll
see what happened to him. She drove him

to suicide.

James... Please, Will.

Just take a look.

I need you to believe me.

Okay.

Just make sure Melissa's all right.

And we're out of here.

Okay?

I promise.

Well...

So you're full, James.

Why did she die How did I fail

Why didn't you protect her

What am I supposed to do now what am I
supposed to do

about him

do, Father.

She's everywhere.

I can't hide from her anymore.

Please, help me.

You've failed to keep her out, Tom.

It's only a matter of time now.

She will come for you.

You can't let her take you, Tom.

You must take matters into your own
hands.

You're not suicide, Tom.

You have my blessing.

God will be waiting for you in heaven.

Hello, Inspector.

What are you doing there?

You felt wrong.

James, what are you doing?

You're a whore.

You need to be punished.

Please, stop.

What is all this?

What was wrong with him?

I made him think Claire was hanging him
from the grave.

He bought the whole thing.

I convinced him to kill himself. Can you
believe that?

You had to be punished, wasn't it?

He was a sinner.

You break my right!

You let off!

And I'll fix you up with your church!

Melissa? Listen to me, please.

You have to go.

I'm going to leave the keys here.

I'm going to Tom's room.

I'm going to lock myself in.

Please forgive me.

Will you come?

Please.

I needed your help. It's now.

I know that you can hear me.

Why won't you talk to me?

I needed direction and now I'm lost.

Please.

I need forgiveness for the things I've
done.

I need to know you're there.

How can I fix this?

How can I be stopped from hurting anyone
else?

I need a sign.

Please. I need a sign.

You really are a never -ending little
shit,

aren't you?

Your whole life.

A fucking sheep.

Have you ever had an independent
thought, James?

Even joining the Catholic Church was
your dad's idea.

And you really fucked that one up,
didn't you?

Oh, that poor girl.

Her whole life snatched away because you
couldn't tell that cunt Tom to leave

her alone.

I did my duty as a priest. I did my
duty. Well, that's all right then, isn't

As long as you did your duty, as long as
you stuck to the rules.

This is ridiculous. You're not even
real. More real than you, James.

You'd fail.

You surrounded yourself with whores,
murderers, non -believers,

charlatan priests.

And you didn't have the strength to
punish them.

You stuck to the rules.

Except when it came time to enforce
them.

So now, because of you...

I've got to go and do my duty.

Not her.

I'm afraid so, James.

She had sex out of wedlock.

That's all there is to it.

And once we're finished with her,
there's a whole world of sinners for us

deal with.

Oh. Now, open the fucking door!

I have to. I have to be punished.

You don't have to do anything.

You decide what happens to me. You... If
I die, it'll be your fault.

Your... My fault.

My fault.

My fault.

Tell them it was all my fault.

She never killed herself.

She... She... She was stronger than
that.

No, you're not going to do it.

That's my boy, doing what you're told.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.