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And if ever I

Return again

I'll take that boy inside

And I'll roll him in

My very own arms

Down by

The tan yard side

I will roll him in

My very own arms

Down by the tan yard side

Thank you, Ida.

Sorry!

When we bring a child into this world…

…we're making a commitment to offer them the best possible start in life.

We nurture them,

teach them, and protect them.

We vow to guide them through the darkness

and lead them towards the light.

We know that baptism doesn't magically transform

sinner to saint,

but it does publicly declare our devotion to Christ.

And today, we welcome Emma into our family

by giving her the greatest gift we can offer,

God's unconditional love.

On her behalf,

will you confirm that you have turned against all that is evil and sinful…

and instead turn towards Christ?

Bunbun.

Christ confirms you as his own.

Do not be ashamed to confess the faith in Christ crucified.

Receive the sign of the cross.

In the name of the Father…

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Are you going to the festival?

Ida, you made me jump.

I don't suppose it's your sort of thing, though, is it really?

I'm sure we'll go for a bit.

Grace is very excited about all of it.

All right, you're all right. Don't worry.

- Hello? - Hello.

You're all right.

Hey.

What's this?

Bunbun has bitten her.

Let me see, sweetie. Mm, not so bad. Here.

I think you'll live.

Well, unless Bunbun has rabies.

What happens then?

That's when you start foaming at the mouth.

And you wanna bite… …everybody that you can find!

I don't think you've got rabies.

Go on.

You don't need to be nervous.

They chose you.

From a lot of people, Grace.

Right. I'm the Harvest Angel.

There we go.

Will you be wearing your vicar cape at the celebration?

Not today, sweetie. It's not a God thing.

But at school, they said that's where we give thanks.

Yeah, but a different kind of thanks.

It's more like prayers. Old prayers.

Before God prayers?

No. There was always God.

Just country prayers.

Berrow prayers.

Berrow, Berrow, Berrow.

You like it here, don't you, Gracie?

I like your vicar costume.

Nearly sunset.

We're gonna be late for the festival!

Okay, kiddo.

Beautiful.

No, no, not those. Move those. They're blocking the stage.

- Get those pumpkins out. - Dave.

The pumpkins are blocking the stage.

I don't care about pumpkins. Bloody late, as usual.

- Looking good, though, isn't it? - Bloody backwards.

Come on, then. I want that makeup on.

So, after this vicious attack,

do you think we can finally put Bunbun down?

Jesus, Becca, I can't watch her every single second of the day.

Well, you need to.

No, I need to work.

Because if I work, then I can pay for new things.

Yeah, that would be nice.

I'm so, so close to finishing.

Yeah, well, that's good

because when you're up there, you're not here.

She's fine. Gracie is fine.

She's a nice, normal little girl, and she's just trying to fit in.

She's settling.

It's been ten months.

Ten months of settling? It's…

Well, maybe she didn't want to be brought here.

So it's my fault.

No flower thingy.

- Problem child. - That's your fault.

That's true. If you want,

I'll stay here and guard the house

while you go to the creepy festival.

- You can wear that. - Thank you.

Is there any other pagan crap

that we've forgotten that we need to bring today,

or is it just the death mask?

Let the festivities begin.

Thomas, nearly time.

Hi.

Oh!

- Beer? - I'll have what they're having.

- Mrs. Vicar! Two minutes. - Rebecca!

Hello, my lovers.

- Bryony, you look fab. - Is Grace around?

Well, she's here somewhere. I think she's waiting for you.

Bryony hasn't been able to stop talking about Grace's harvest angel costume.

The dreaded harvest angel.

Afternoon, Mrs. Vicar.

- Wow! - You going beardy weirdy on us as well?

A little bit weirdy, not so beardy, I hope.

All right, come on, Mr. Vicar. Come on, one for the camera. Let's go.

- Give us a kiss, Mrs. Vicar. - Oh!

- To the harvest. - To the harvest.

Cheers!

Don't forget your lines, Dave!

Cheers. The day has come. The stage is set.

The harvest is done.

But who will lead us on this merry dance?

Who do we call?

Lord of Misrule!

Behold.

The Lord of Misrule has answered your calls.

Who is it?

My loves. My dears.

I am not just here to lead us on a journey.

I am also here to protect us from another.

He is the harvest blight.

He is the rocks in the woods and the burrows,

and I am here today to drive him out!

Cry his name,

and show him that you are not afraid.

Gallowgog.

Gallowgog! Gallowgog!

Gallowgog, be gone!

Gallowgog! Gallowgog!

Grace? Grace!

Your flowers.

Thanks, Mum. I love you.

Love you too.

- Hello? - Hello, Vicar.

- Miri, Ida, nice to see you. - You too.

Bit of a thing, isn't it?

I didn't know Berrow had a demon.

I think the idea is that we drive him out,

and then we bless the harvest, and all will be well.

Funny way to drive him out.

It seems more like we're dancing with him.

Gallowgog, be gone.

Misrule stands triumphant!

Time to revel in chaos.

The feast of fools has begun.

Grace?

Grace?

- Hair, blood, fire, sun. - Bryony, hey.

Hair, blood, fire, sun.

- Hair, blood, fire, sun. - Have you seen Grace, Bryony?

Hair, blood, fire, sun.

Where is she, lovely?

She's away now.

- What did you say? - Grace.

She's away now.

Actually, it's all right. You get in…

Have you seen Grace?

- Yeah. Yeah, she was over… - Where?

- She was just-- - Show me. Where?

She was over here. She was with…

- Gallowgog. - I can't find her anywhere.

Grace!

Where are you going?

Grace!

I've never been this far before.

Grace, let's--

I know you're exhausted,

but we have to go through this one more time.

So tell me again what you remember.

It was loud and busy.

I saw her going into the trees at the top of the field with that man.

And that's when you went after her?

Yeah. Like I said, it was confusing. I…

I thought I heard her, but I couldn't keep up,

and that was when I got completely turned around,

and I told you, I fell into a holloway.

That's where I hit my head, and everything was…

Yeah, we checked. There was no holloway.

No. It… it was there. The… the trees, those…

poppets, they were dangling from the trees.

My point is that if I got lost in there, then maybe she did too.

- She could be… - Sorry.

Tea.

So, this man, the one who looked like a demon…

He was dressed like a demon.

Like the festival's…

"Gallo" something.

Surely, you must know it. The…

Is there something better you can do

than just ask the same questions over and over again?

It's been about a dozen times you've asked the same thing.

I assure you, we're doing everything we can to find your daughter.

Are you?

Shouldn't there be dogs, or helicopters, or…

Anything.

Oh, we forgot Bunbun.

He needs feeding.

Just give her a bit of time. She needs to settle.

- Settle? - Sorry.

That came out wrong.

How was it supposed to come out?

You need to eat something, lovely.

I'll manage. Thank you.

What… what are you doing?

Becca.

- Oh, hello. - What are you going to do?

Give me that!

Out. Get out now!

- Becca? - Reverend Holland.

We need some of your daughter's things for the search. For the dogs.

Oh, merciful Lord, lighten our darkness.

And in your mercy, defend us against the perils of this day.

For the love of your Son, our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Find me.

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Becca, I'm with the police.

We found something.

Show me.

Don't go too far, Gracie.

Bryony!

It's almost time!

So what happens next?

We'll get him.

In a small village with that tattoo, we'll find him in no time.

This is a major breakthrough, Reverend Holland. A good thing.

I believe if we find him, we find your daughter.

Bryony! Come on!

Right. Let's go.

Thank you.

Okay, we can't just sit here in the quiet.

Come on, we need to be around people.

Let's… let's go and get something to eat.

Come on.

Please.

Mrs. Vicar, Mr. Vicar. Very pleased to see you.

Come here now. I know what you need.

Have a drink. Sit down.

Do you want a pint, love?

Templeton.

Pint of Templeton.

Terrible thing that's happened,

but you'll see how things will be right again.

Well, all is as was.

I've heard the police are out in force tonight.

They'll have your chiddler back in no time.

Yeah.

Dave, mate.

At the festival, there was a bloke

in a Gallowgog mask.

Oh, yeah. I know him.

Who's that, then?

Derry Nash.

Funny lad from a funny breed.

Lives with his grandad up on Cromwell Bend.

Doesn't leave their farm much, not these days.

Does he have a tattoo on his hand like this?

That's the pip.

Right here.

- Five minutes. - Okay.

Hello?

What are you doing on my property?

Mr. Nash.

I just wanted to talk to you about your grandson.

- He ain't here. - He's in there, isn't he?

Derry ain't here!

Hey!

Stop, stop. Calm down. Calm down!

Derry?

Who stands in the fields and waits?

There's something they're not telling us. I can feel it.

We… we have to get back out there.

Becca, please.

Someone needs to find him.

We just have to let the police do their job.

That's all we have to do.

We're not alone in this.

Yes, we are.

We are alone.

We came here to be with God, but God is far away from here.

I guess he is.

Gracie?

Grace?

Becca?

What is it?

I need to talk to them.

I'm so glad to see so many of you today.

Two days ago, my daughter, Grace, went missing at the harvest festival.

We haven't lived here long, but many of you know Grace…

which means you…

Which means you know how much it hurts.

We can help, Mrs. Vicar. We can-- Can't we have--

- A vigil. - A vigil. Yeah.

- A vigil to tell her she's loved. - That's a lovely idea.

Somebody should give the Nash family what for.

Oh, that'll be you, will it, Dave Garfoot?

Now, the police are dealing with the Nash family.

I'll have no recrimination. Not in Grace's name.

I've called you here today to share hope.

I've seen Grace.

And I believe that God brought her to me.

I know she's alive,

but I also know that she's desperately afraid.

And more than anything, she wants us to bring her home.

I need your prayers to guide her.

Now, please, pray with me.

No.

There will be no hope from your Lord.

Who do you think has gifted you with visions of your daughter?

- Jocelyn, just leave it. - No, it's okay. It's okay.

No, it's fine.

Your Lord does not have your child.

Nor the Nashes, nor any other human soul.

Then tell me, who has taken my daughter?

Every year, we drive him out, and yet he's still here.

He stands in the fields and waits.

He stands in the fields and watches.

And now, he has taken his tithe.

Two days have passed.

All is as was.

All is as was.

Let us pray.

Hello, Becca?

- Hello? - Anyone in?

- Hello. Here you go. - How we doing, Mr. Vicar?

- Thank you. - Darling. Where is she?

- She's there. - How we doing? We all right?

Hello, love. Let me make you something to eat.

- These are for you, mate. - Right.

You get these down your neck, okay?

- Oh, well. I'll try my best. - You do it, yeah?

I've been thinking about the candlelit vigil for Gracie.

Right, okay.

And I was thinking we could put together some flyers.

Uh, I don't know if that would be the best idea

just because of what happened today.

Hang on. Jocelyn Abney, listen, I want to apologize for that.

It's nonsense what happened today.

You got that? Yeah? It's nonsense, mate.

Oh God. Eggs are off.

- Hello. - Wasn't he good?

The whole family has arrived.

- Where is she? - She's just in…

I'll do an omelet, and I'll do some casserole.

- Let me get some plates. - How are you, dear?

Just try not to be scared, love.

She wouldn't want you to be scared.

- Miri, she's in here! - Coming, coming, coming.

Two cakes.

This one's chocolate.

Right, who's sitting where? Come on.

- Doesn't matter. - Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

You must be starving.

I am, I'm starving. I'm telling you. Come on.

I guess that this is just their way of…

trying to be helpful.

Still, I suppose their hearts are in the right place, aren't they?

Hmm.

Old families come visiting.

This vigil thing.

Are you really up for that?

I don't know.

Might be good for the community.

I just really, really don't want you to get into

some kind of pissing contest with this Abney bloke.

I'm not worried about that fucking man, okay?

I'm worried about our daughter.

Bugger it.

Another duff one.

Ida?

Ida, dear, eggs are off. We need more eggs.

I'm busy.

Do you want your sponge cake or not?

And how are my little girls today?

And what have you got for me?

Come on now, little darlings.

This is not very funny.

Okay, sweetheart, your turn.

- Ready, sweetheart? - Come on.

Ready.

Ida?

He stands in the field.

Ida?

Are you okay, love?

It's Rebecca.

- Ida, what's the matter? - Oh, oh!

Ida, come on.

Are you okay?

Idie! Wherever did you go?

Don't be silly, Miri, dear. I was visiting the chickens.

Okay. Okay.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay, Miri.

Are you here to take your walk, Becca, dear?

Maybe we should visit the chickens together.

No, Ida, love.

I just thought I'd come and say a little prayer with you.

I don't think he'd like that at all.

Lord, we pray that you will comfort us in our suffering.

Lend skill to the hands of our healers

and bless the means used for our cure.

Give us confidence in the power of your grace that even when we are afraid…

Are you afraid, Vicar?

- Even when we are afraid… - Are you afraid?

He's here.

Look at him.

The Lord is my Shepherd…

Look at him!

- He restores my soul… - Prince of Goats…

He stands… he stands…

He stands in the fields, and he waits!

Ida, no!

All is as was.

All is as was.

Funny time, this part of the year.

Harvest festival gets everyone worked up.

Four days of feasting while the sun begins to die.

Four days of mischief while the Lord is wild.

And all to be blessed by him.

You mean your demon?

No, not a demon.

Gallowgog is a spirit of the land.

The breeze that flattens the grass in the field,

that's his footsteps.

The feeling you get when you stand in the woods

that you're never alone, that's his breath.

You're starting to sound like Jocelyn Abney.

That's because we've read the same book.

We've read it since we were kids. It's our local folklore.

It's all in here.

There we are.

"In 1621, the Lord of Misrule, a man named Tobias Bron,

claimed he was contacted by Gallowgog."

"This great spirit promised to bless the town with miracles."

"The old families rejoiced at these wonders."

"In return, Tobias instructed the villagers

to build a great Black Barn for Gallowgog, where they left gifts and offerings."

Seems an odd way to give things to God.

Rebecca, you have to understand

that they left offerings.

Their children.

Nobody knows how many young souls they sacrificed.

Who's this? People who didn't believe in Gallowgog?

No, dear. That's Tobias Bron and his followers.

When the Church learned of their heresy, they came to Berrow and executed them.

As you can imagine,

that was the end of Spirit Gallowgog and the festival.

Years ago, the old families brought the celebration back.

Heritage thing.

Of course they changed it so…

Now, we're chasing the demon out instead of welcoming him in.

But he still comes back every year.

He stands in the fields and waits.

That's what Jocelyn Abney says to any poor sod who will listen.

Now, you watch your step with him.

There's a darkness in that man

that comes from the same place as your loss.

Oh.

Dearie, you don't know, do you?

Grace wasn't the first.

What?

Twelve years ago,

Thomas Abney, he went missing on the harvest festival.

Just like Grace.

They searched for four days

and never found that poor boy's body.

I'm so sorry.

He took Thomas and Grace for a walk,

so they would know him.

He will do the same for you soon.

Off to the Black Barn with you. Off to the Black Barn you go!

Off to the Black Barn you go! Off to the Black Barn you go!

Off to the Black Barn with you! Off to the Black Barn you go!

Reverend Holland? Are you all right?

It's Ida Tremlow. She's not been feeling well.

Well, we are gearing up for another search for Grace.

Why didn't you tell me there was another?

- Another? Another what? - Thomas Abney.

Twelve years ago, he went missing just like Grace.

Someone should've told us.

I wanna know what happened to him.

Trust me.

You don't want to know the details of that case.

I don't want you to become another Jocelyn Abney.

Excuse me.

Hythe?

You sure it's him? On my way.

Look after Miss Tremlow.

You've got him, haven't you?

Go home, Reverend Holland.

Please, go home.

Jocelyn?

Jocelyn?

I don't recall inviting you into my house.

I'm not here about today.

I want to talk to you about Thomas.

I know about him.

How he went, just like Grace.

That's what you know, is it?

He's why you're so scared, isn't he?

Because that's the worst part about losing a child.

It's all the terrible thoughts about what might have happened to them.

And you've lived with this pain for a long time now.

Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.

- She presumes to know me. - Jocelyn.

You're scaring people. You have to stop.

How can I stop something that I didn't start?

Then who started it?

I'd like to know more if you'd speak with me.

Please.

Would you like some tea?

Thomas was an odd boy.

Grace must have been so excited to be chosen as harvest angel.

I know Thomas was the year he went away.

You must be very sad at this time of year.

No, not really.

He was always a celebratory type.

Biscuits.

Don't touch that, please.

Sorry.

Who… who is that boy with Thomas at the festival?

It's the Nash boy.

They were friends? Well, you know that Derry Nash,

he has something to do with Grace's disappearance.

Maybe there's a connection, another way to see this.

Oh, yes. There is.

Gallowgog will show you. You'll see.

No, I didn't mean like that.

Like back at your church, where… your Grace came to visit you.

A demon didn't take our children.

It was a person. A bad person.

You take me for a fool, do you?

You think I would spit on Spirit Gallowgog's truth?

Truth? It's just an old story.

You don't believe in old stories?

Yet you cling to one and preach its gospel, do you not?

You're just clinging to so much fear.

Do I look afraid to you, Vicar?

No, you look lost.

And tired.

And lonely.

He has your girl.

And in return, he will give us great miracles.

Berrow's old families will rise up and make you his.

It's already started. You don't see.

She doesn't see, Thomas.

This is the first sign. The gift of blood.

Oh.

Here is the second sign.

The gift of souls tied in hair. See?

The third sign will be the gift of fire burning in the fields.

The fourth and the final sign will be

when the midnight sun will rise over a great Black Barn.

And you will see his glory.

Jesus Christ, Becca. Where are you?

The police didn't catch Derry Nash.

They've lost him in the forest.

- Lost him? - Yes. Jeez.

Just come home, please.

I'm sorry you lost the last person

who cared about you.

Don't pity me.

He took my Thomas to the Black Barn, where he took your Grace too.

You should be thankful.

You need to run!

I didn't take your daughter.

Stop looking for her!

You hear me? I didn't take your daughter.

- Do you understand? - Derry?

Stop looking for us. Stop fucking looking!

Derry?

Derry?

Derry?

What have you done with my daughter?

Forget about her!

Where is she?

Where is she?

…a fire underneath the police because I think if we can…

film an interview ourselves,

then we can be the ones who set up the social media channel

and get the message out because the quickest way to get into the papers…

And I just take something like this nationally.

Then we get the nationals…

Stop.

Bryony?

Bryony?

I… I just wanted to talk to you about Grace.

Do you remember the night Grace disappeared?

I asked you where she was, and you said, "She's away now."

Nope.

Anything you can tell me about it.

Anything at all.

I can tell you to stick it up your arse.

Up your arse. Up your arse.

Up your arse! Up your arse!

Up your arse!

You know what happened to her, don't you?

No.

- Do you know what this is? - Nothing.

We just made them in Nature Club. That's all.

No, wait!

What's Nature Club?

Tell me about Nature Club.

It's just something we do after school.

- They teach us things. - And that happens here?

Yeah, but sometimes they take us to the Secrets Room.

What's the Secrets Room?

Here, I'll show you.

Jocelyn.

Mr. Abney.

He's the one that teaches us the songs

and other things about Berrow.

What's this?

That's when the gift is chosen.

- What do you mean, "gift"? - See?

It's all right here.

When Spirit Gallowgog first spoke to Misrule,

the people of Berrow took gifts to his Black Barn.

Apples, and pigs, and chickens.

Spirit Gallowgog promised that if we bring him gifts,

then he'd bless our harvest and do great things.

Then they saw there was one gift they could give

that was better than all the rest.

Grace was the greatest gift of all.

Spirit Gallowgog chose her from all of us.

He chose her 'cause he knew she'd bring you to him.

Bryony… is Grace at the Black Barn?

Yeah. She's with Spirit Gallowgog

until the celebration ends tonight.

Then the Black Barn goes. She goes with it.

Bry? What you doing down there?

- Oh, George. - Come on.

You scared me.

Come here.

- You all right? - Yeah.

Yeah? Come here.

What you doing with my Bryony? Hm?

- The kids told me you slapped her. - Let me explain.

Explain.

You slapped her, did you? Home, now!

Slapping kids now, are you, Vicar Holland?

- Let go. Just let me explain! - Yeah? Explain what?

- What, Mrs. Vicar? Tell me… - We need to… we need to call the police!

Police? What you talking about, Vicar?

Why are we gonna call the police?

Because there are people poisoning the minds of our children.

Of our daughters.

No, no, no. That's just keeping a bit of local history alive.

That's all it is, Vicar Holland. That's it.

- We're just keeping it alive. - These are bad people, George.

No, no, no, they're my people.

They're my people. They're all right.

Listen, I'm gonna see you tonight. For Gracie.

Yes. The vigil.

Yeah? It's all right. Yeah.

It's all right.

Henry!

Henry!

Look. Look at this.

This summer, Grace was going to something called Nature Club.

Yeah.

It was supposed to be a nice thing to do on a Wednesday afternoon

when you were giving the Eucharist.

Well, the police came, and they tried to take all evidence of it.

All of her drawings about the festival.

- The Lord of Misrule. - No, no, no, no.

I'm not doing any of this Jocelyn Abney bollocks.

We have to do what the police have told us to do.

No, no, because they're part of it.

- Everybody's part of it. - Part… part of what?

What does that mean?

Maybe this is just a bunch of people

who are trying to find some meaning in their lives.

No, no, no. It's more than that. It's…

They've found something to believe in,

and I know how wonderful that can be,

but I also know how dangerous it can be.

Listen to yourself. You sound like an insane person.

Yeah, well, this place is sick. These people are sick.

And they're all in on it.

Do you mean the people who planned a vigil for our daughter?

Henry…

They know where Grace is. Can't you see that?

They call her a gift.

You don't pray with me.

No, no, I'm not gonna start fucking praying with you.

Why… why would we do that?

What do you think's gonna happen?

We're just gonna kneel down, and then we just…

We'll close our eyes and just wish and wish and wish.

Okay, okay, okay.

And then she'll come strolling through the front door

- then everything will be fine? - Okay.

Now, kindly fuck off while I find our daughter.

Don't you need your, um, your evidence?

One more night.

Show me how to bring you home.

The third sign.

The gift.

The fire.

Yes, hello.

Uh, I'm calling about my daughter's missing person report.

Grace Holland.

It's Grace Holland. Ten years old.

Grace Holland.

Closed?

What does that mean? What does that mean, "closed"?

How… how is that possible?

Hello, yes.

DI Hythe, call me back as soon as you get this.

Call me back.

Would you like to say anything?

We're all very hopeful for Grace.

If you'd say a prayer, I'd be very grateful.

A prayer.

Yes.

It would be an honor.

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

Hair, blood Fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

All is as was…

Where is she?

What have you done with my daughter?

Spirit Gallowgog made a home for your daughter when you didn't.

He will do the same for you if you give yourself to him.

All is as was…

All is as was

Ida… Ida, no…

Hair, blood, Fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

Stop it.

What's going on?

Stop.

Shut up!

I think you should leave now.

Four days have passed.

The feast ends tonight.

All is as was

All is as was

This is madness. This is fucking madness!

That's exactly what it is.

I mean, this… You were right. You were right. I am so sorry.

You were right about all of this.

I need to tell DI Hythe about it.

He can't help.

We can't stay here. We need to go. We need to just…

No, we can't leave.

Henry.

- What? - Old families come visiting.

Becca, come on! Becca!

Water. We need water.

Hey. Hey.

I told you to stop.

Spirit Gallowgog took Thomas, and he took your Grace.

Derry, you were with Thomas that day.

I was too late. Four days had passed, and the Black Barn had gone.

- But you can save Grace. - Derry.

I need to go back to the Black Barn.

- We need to get out of here. - Derry, I need to go back there.

There's only one way to the Black Barn.

You have to give yourself to him.

Henry!

Oi! Over here. Come on!

No!

It's okay.

Work's almost done.

The crop has been sown.

Now, we need to bring in the harvest.

To show you the truth of his glory.

You sing his praises, sister.

He stands in the fields.

He stands in the fields and waits.

Don't worry, sister. You're amongst family now.

And here we stand, my loves.

For now is the time to give Vicar Holland her warmth and succor.

And yet she still will not sing of his glory.

She will not see his love.

Then we must show her.

Show her! Show her!

Yes.

Your church came to this village, and they took Tobias Bron.

They put him to his knees,

and they crowned his head in burning pitch.

"Purification," they called it.

And then they built your church

to remind them of our place under God.

But Spirit Gallowgog took us to his bosom and held us tight.

Yes.

Hard little seeds deep beneath the earth.

We remembered, didn't we, my dears?

Yes.

We remember the sign

above Tobias Bron's head when he died.

A black sun

burned above his head,

brought down by Spirit Gallowgog.

You know what that means, don't you?

Light and darkness switched places.

Your fear and anger became our love.

That's right, isn't it, my dears?

Yes.

So…

shall we go look for the midnight sun again?

Yes.

Bring out the next blessing, my dears.

Blessing!

Blessing! Blessing! Blessing!

Oh. Oh, Henry.

No, this… this isn't you.

I know you.

Callie Furleigh,

we walked our kids to school together.

Bryony.

And Dave Garfoot, we… we drank your shitty beer,

and we laughed at your shittier jokes.

But it was okay because every week you put a tenner on the collection plate!

And you… you were supposed to help her.

I am helping, Rebecca.

Ida. Miri.

We loved you.

And we love you too.

No. No, this is…

You are people of God,

and you are capable of great goodness!

Yes.

But all we want is to share it with you.

No, no, no. No, I give myself! I give myself!

I don't believe you.

- Rebecca. - Henry.

You don't need to be scared. Listen to me.

You don't have to be scared. Do I look scared?

I'm not. Do you know why?

Because I know that you're gonna get our little girl back.

I need you to close your eyes for me, love.

Can you close your eyes for me, all right? Close your eyes.

- No! No! - I'm gonna do it quietly.

- It's okay. - No! I give myself!

I give myself! I give myself!

No, stop. Please! Please!

Please!

Stop.

Stop this. No!

Please! No, I give myself! I give myself!

Henry!

This is how we love.

No!

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere…

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

Don't worry, sister.

You're amongst us now.

Amongst family.

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

Hair, blood, fire, sun gone and 'ere

All is as was

It's time. Don't be scared.

He wouldn't want you to be scared.

I am scared.

But I can see.

Almost there, my loves.

Grace?

Gracie?

You came. I knew you would.

We have to go.

No.

He won't let us go.

No, no.

Grace!

May God, who has received you by baptism, pour upon the riches of your grace.

No, you can't have her!

You will be renewed daily by the anointed spirit.

You dare break our pact with Spirit Gallowgog?

And take back his gift?

Splice the sow.

Split her from ear to ear so that she may meet her piglet.

They won't touch me.

Will you?

Because I've done the one thing that you were never able to do.

I've been to the Black Barn. I found my way to him.

I stood before him, and I let him look upon my face.

I brought back my little girl.

My blessing.

Gallowgog called to you.

He took your son.

He sent you signs.

And he invited you to face him, but you didn't.

I brought great wonders to this village.

You brought no wonders to this village.

You brought only fear.

I gave my son to be his Misrule.

I am his Misrule.

And now I will show you what I have become.

I stand before the goat in the fields.

And he stands with me.

And now I will end this feast of fools.

And how will it end, Mrs. Vicar?

With you.

Don't you dare. You traitors. You will condemn this village.

This is not the will of the old families.

You've carried the black sun far enough.

You can't carry it anymore.

Then take this pain from me.

This is how I love.

All is as was.

Let us pray.

There came three men

Down from the church

With orders from on high

And they had sworn a solemn oath

Tobias Bron must die

The stories told about this man

Such horrors said to be

For Berrow's own Lord of Misrule

Did steer them wickedly

One evening Bron walked forest deep

From shadows a whisper called

A beast stood tall

With horns for sheep

Great Spirit Gallowgog

With signs of blood

Souls tied in hair

And field fires in the wheat

A black sun rose up in the air

His glory they did meet

The rot of woods, the prince of goats

Their love for him, it grew

Tobias Bron declared to build

A Black Barn to receive their dues

Old families brought their offerings

Of swine and fowl or foal

But blood of their firstborn was proved

The greatest gift of all

A Berrow child chosen for the barn

Was laid before its door

Four days would pass for that young soul

Then vanish for evermore

The Church sent men with scythes so sharp

They brought Bron to his knee

They crowned his head In pitched sack cloth

And burned him for all to see

They vowed to raise a parish church

To bring Berrow under God

Then a black sun shone before Bron died

Brought down by Gallowgog

The old families, hard little seeds

Would wait for centuries three

For still they stand with a goat in field

And the goat, he stands with thee