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- Morning, Jack.
- Gerry.

Were you listening to Radio 4?

Yeah.

Out of 10 reported
crimes, 2 1/2 get detected,

less get convicted.

I mean, even when you
nick them bang to rights

the CBS still find a
reason not to prosecute.

- What's going on here?
- I don't know.

Maybe they're tea leaves.

Eh?! Where is it?!

Brian? Brian!

What are you doing?

What's going on here?

I just said we've
been told to shift it all,

the whole place
is being cleared,

and he's gone berserk.

What do you mean "cleared"?

- Brian!
- Brian!

One more step and
you're a dead man!

Aah!

No, no, no! Calm down!

Just get in here and calm down.

They looted it! They've
bloody well looted it!

- What?
- My desk.

Three colored pens, six
rubber bands, a box of staples,

and a "Lonely Planet
Guide to Latvia."

What the hell is going on?

Why have they shoved us in
here? You can't swing a cat.

No, you can't breathe
asbestos either.

- What?
- Asbestos.

Our nice little office was
riddled with it, apparently.

So, where are you going?

You wouldn't like
it. It's called work.

So, where would you
like me to put this desk?

No, no, no. Take
it easy. Calm down.

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

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If this tree could talk, just
think what it could tell us.

I get rained on a lot
and covered in bird shit.

Oh, yeah, you're not a fan of
the great outdoors, are you?

Not the outdoors... the country.

It's dangerous.
Trees, in particular.

Okay. Craig Rossiter, 32.

Murdered June the 6th, 1996.

Almost 10 years to the day.

No murder weapon
found, no sign of a struggle,

no sign of anybody else present.

- Body was found here?
- Yeah, close to the trunk.

Dry. No rain.

The surrounding area
was completely undisturbed.

The postmortem indicates
that he died where he lay

from a single blow to the head.

And no sign anywhere
of the killer's presence?

No.

Maybe he fell out of the tree.

It's a nice idea,

but the position of the body
and the postmortem prove

that he didn't fall
from any height.

It's a complete mystery.

What was he?

He was a librarian in Acton,

and this is the
other weird thing,

is that was the only
information on Rossiter

that the murder team could find.

Nothing else was known
about him until now.

According to new
information, he was also...

He was a witch.

- He was a what?
- Witch.

Hello, Sarah. Thanks for coming.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Grace Woodford.

I have a degree in biochemistry,

and I suffer from
clinical depression.

Sarah's my analyst and
she used to be Sandra's,

which is why we're all here.

Is that about right?

Grace has been coming to
see me for several years now.

And, well, we're at a point
where we want to establish

whether what she's saying
about murder and witchcraft...

Is true.

Is real.

Perhaps you should
tell us what you know.

When I was young, I
got involved in Wicca,

the craft... witchcraft.

I was a member of a coven
based in West London.

I'd been with the coven
for about four years

when, in 1996, one of the
members of the coven was killed.

Murdered.

Craig Rossiter.

And you saw it?

No. At least...

You were there when it happened?

Okay, so, I have
blanks in my memory,

but I do remember this,
whatever it was that happened,

it scared me so much that I...

Grace had a sort of a breakdown.

Not a sort of one. I
went out of my mind.

So you don't know,

or, rather, you can't remember
who was responsible?

I stopped being involved.

I know, at the time, no one
ever spoke to us about it.

The police never
spoke to any of you?

Anyone in the coven?

Grace, could you
let us have names

of any of the other members?

Yeah. I remembered these.

I wrote them
down, three of them.

So, that's a start, right?

Thank you.

You know, Sandra,
I'm not convinced.

I'm only here because
Grace insisted.

I think she's unreliable,
and she's getting more so.

Well, we're used to that.

One thing's for sure...
She saw something,

and she's still
suffering from it.

I'd like to clear this case

as much for her
sake as for ours.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

I've worked out how
the body got there.

How it was done.

Oh, yeah?

It's magic!

Look, it's on file,
and it's unsolved.

It won't take us
long to work out

if Grace is telling
us the truth or...

- She's just bonkers.
- III.

You can make a start
by tracking down that lot.

Three witches?

Shouldn't be too hard.

These days, they're
probably on e-mail.

He doesn't get many visitors.

Well, hardly at all now.

Alex Hackett?

I'm from UCOS, the
Metropolitan Police's Unsolved...

Sorry. He can't understand you.

He has Alzheimer's disease.

Alzheimer's? How old is he?

55.

I didn't know you
could get it that early.

He had a stroke when he was 48

which they think triggered
the onset of the illness.

I've looked after him
for the past five years.

He's quite helpless.

So you were previously in
charge of the investigation?

Rossiter?

Aye, I remember.
"Loner the Librarian."

I was just a D.I. back then.

It was a complete ass of a case.

Yeah, I got that from the file.

Single. Lived alone.

- 33.
- 32.

No friends to speak of,
except work colleagues.

Oh, he had a mother.

She was an alcoholic.

My guess is she's dead by now.

She is.

Now, you suggest in your
notes that Rossiter was gay.

Well, it was the only
motive we could go with.

Mostly because of
where he was found.

The Royal Parks Police
said it was a gay pickup area.

And he had no girlfriends.

No one else seemed to know him.

There was no
weapons, no forensic.

Body was left out.

As I say, it was a real
bugger. No pun intended.

So you never uncovered
any clues to his character,

such as hobbies or
interest related to witchcraft?

Come again?

You never heard anything
about Rossiter being a witch?

What, you mean he
had a broom and a cat?

No. No, I can't recall anything
about the dark arts, no.

Okay.

So if you get the killer,

does that mean you'll
put him away for a spell?

Thanks very much for your help.

I was just wondering, sir,

how long we're
gonna be stuck here.

Oh, you're back, then?

Where are the others?

I'm okay, but we lost track
of Brian about two hours ago.

It's taken me all
day to find this.

God knows where the
rest of the bloody bike is.

The office, sir... How long?

It's a purely temporary
measure, I assure you.

Is that police temporary?

Hello?

Darling, I'm at work.

Yeah.

Yeah, all right. I'll be there.

As soon as we find adequate
space, you'll be reinstalled.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

Where's my desk gone?!

Fancy a climb up there?

How did you get on, Jack?

Alex Hackett...
hopeless. Alzheimer's.

Brian?

Norris Downey.

Was head of a firm of
solicitors until June 1999...

"was" because
that month, aged 60,

he died in a car
crash near Brighton.

Irene Keenan, midwife,
56... Heart attack, May 2001.

So the three names

that Grace Woodford gave
us, they're either dead...

Or as good as.

Right.

You and Brian go
and check out Rossiter.

Try the library first.

We'll go and see Miss Woodford.

Ah!

Oh.

Grace, the people
whose names you gave us

are no longer around.

Hackett has Alzheimer's,
and the others are dead.

I know.

What do you mean, you know?

It was a test.

Is that meant to be funny?

No, it's meant to be real.

Sorry about this.

Okay, there were others
in the coven, weren't there?

You do know more names.

Grace, this is not a game.

No, it's not, but
what do you care?

You never believed me.

Rhoda Wishaw and Cara Nabb.

They were the high priestesses.

They're still around and
still fully compos mentis,

unlike some of us.

Cara sticks pins in people.

Can't be that hard to find.

Excuse me, but what
do you really want?

I want to find out what
happened, what really happened.

Because I can't remember.

And it's driving
me out of my mind.

Please, help...

Come on. Come on. Come.

Pins, eh?

So first it's witchcraft...

now it's voodoo.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Cheers.

Cara. Cara Nabb.

Thank you for seeing us.

We're currently reinvestigating
the murder of Craig Rossiter.

I understand you knew him.

I have a patient in 10 minutes.

He was in your
coven, supposedly.

You are a witch?

I'm an acupuncturist.

Are you saying you're
not a witch anymore?

Isn't that like asking a
man if he still beats his wife?

I don't know. I'm not married.

No, but you were.
More than once.

Yes, I was.

I am, and he was.

Yet you never told the
police about this at the time,

about Rossiter's
involvement with the craft.

No.

Why not?

In 1969, a woman who
worshiped along similar lines

had her lifestyle exposed

in the pages of a certain
Sunday newspaper.

It destroyed her life,

that of her husband,
and their eldest son.

That was 1969.

That was my mother.

I've always felt this
day might come,

and I've always dreaded it.

But contrary to your belief,

I do not think that the
world has changed.

Yet, if he was in your coven,

then surely you'd want to
know who killed him and why.

Unlike the police, I'm
quite used to handing myself

over to the
acceptance of mystery.

Unless you're a believer,
you wouldn't understand.

Craig was an
enthusiastic participant,

but his death had nothing to
do with his being a white witch.

Then, what was it to do with?

I don't know.

As I said, it's a mystery.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I
must prepare for my patient.

Thank you.

- So, what do you think?
- I think we'll be back.

How did she know I'd been
married more than once?

It's magic!

Have you done one of these
before, an occult slaying?

It's not an occult anything yet.

Well, but if it does relate
to sorcery, witchcraft,

have you ever had
anything to do with that stuff?

I bought a box of
Black Magic once.

You don't believe in it, do you?

No, no, I don't.

Good afternoon.

I'm Jack Halford.
This is Brian Lane.

We're from UCOS. We phoned.

Oh. Yes.

We're looking into the murder
of one of your colleagues.

Craig Rossiter.

It was about 10 years ago.

Would you remember him?

No. No, I wasn't here then.

What about the
rest of the staff?

We're all relatively new.

I heard about it but...

I wonder, do you have
an occult section here?

Of or relating to
magical, mystical,

or supernatural arts,
phenomena, or influences.

Through there.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

They've not been taken
out much, have they?

Yeah, well, what call is there

for a spell to release fairies
from your psychic halo?

Huh.

Apart from then, the
year Rossiter died.

Ah.

- Excuse me?
- Yes?

Would you be able to tell
me who borrowed these

just from these dates?

Absolutely not.

We don't divulge that
kind of information.

What, it's a secret, is it?

No. It's illegal.

Ah.

The Data Protection Act.

Yes.

Well, no, actually.

Because, you see, there are
certain provisions under the act

which permit access
to specific material

if there's a public interest in
that information's disclosure.

No.

I've been expecting you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Jonathan.

Mr. Standing.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You wanted to see me. Here I am.

I'm looking for...

Inner peace?

Why have all your
relationships failed, do you think?

I'm sorry?

My guess is

that though you like to think
you revel in women's company,

in reality, in the long
run, we're just a bit too,

well, scary.

Hmm?

Rhoda Wishaw. Where is she?

Rhoda?

Yes, you should meet Rhoda.

She'd like you.

Really?

In the 2001 census, she
was of no fixed abode.

No, well, she wouldn't be.

So, where is she?

This time of year,

your best bet is between
Lewes and The Weald.

Look high up.

Don't worry. You won't miss her.

Right. Thank you.

So, what do they do,
then, these witches?

That's why I've got this lot.

"Voices from a Circle."

"How to Create a Protective
Veil Against an Evil Antagonist."

"Magick," with a "k."

"Aleister Crowley:
Seer or Psycho?"

Aleister Crowley?

The famous occultist.

The jury's out whether he was

a misguided, misunderstood
pagan visionary or...

A psychopath?

He was known as "The
Wickedest Man Alive"

and "The Great Beast."

Hello, Esther. Is he in?

Some people thought
he sacrificed virgins.

Talk of the devil.

Listen, I've tracked
down Rhoda Wishaw.

You okay to come with me?

What, now?

Yeah, she may not
be there tomorrow.

Why do you want me for?

Well, second opinion,

sort of different
perspective, you know?

Because he's scared and he
doesn't want to go on his own.

I'll be in the car.

"The Green Man, also
known as Jack in the Green,

is a common figure in folklore.

A tree-like symbol
of power and fertility,

he is also represented

in carvings featured
in architecture,

more correctly known
as foliate heads."

You wanted to show me something?

Remind you of anyone?

Anyone you know?

He died under a tree.

The leaves could've
just fallen on him.

This is the painting from
Alex Hackett's house,

"The Green Man."

Uncannily like the tree
Craig Rossiter died under,

don't you think?

Talking of which, guess whose
garden backs onto Richmond Park.

Very nice.

Your own private
gateway to Richmond Park.

There's been a house here
since before it was a park.

Before it was a
royal estate even.

Beautiful garden.

I must say you all seem
terribly keen on talking to me,

which is surprising given
your skepticism about the craft.

It's more to do with
natural selection.

There are so few
members of your coven left.

Plus the fact that this
house overlooks the place

where Rossiter died.

It seems to be a
very unlucky coven.

I didn't think the
police believed

in such insubstantial
elements as luck.

We don't.

And I don't believe

that Craig Rossiter was
magicked to death either.

I think somebody
was responsible.

And not just Rossiter.

That night ruined Grace
Woodford's life as well.

So, were you responsible?

Of course not.

Many plants have special
properties, you know.

- Magic?
- Healing.

I could blend some
together in a way

that could help
you, for example.

Me?

Your deep melancholy.

Your sense of
loss and loneliness.

Your pain, confusion,

your hurt, your anger.

You also share these feelings.

Lonely, separate, isolated.

You also use work to
camouflage the void.

You need...

we all need...

love.

Tell Grace I'm sorry.

I realize how painful
this must be for her,

for all of us.

How dare she get so personal?

She's so bloody vague
about everything else.

Rossiter's death
wasn't mystical.

It was ruthless.

And you can forget
queer-bashing.

Sinclair didn't get
anywhere with that theory,

and I don't buy it either.

Rossiter was a witch,
and, yeah, you're right...

All this stuff is linked.

Hackett's stroke,
all the other deaths,

Grace's breakdown, poor thing.

What happened?

What did she see?

Jack, what is it?

Mary.

Jack, are you in there?

Jack?

Jack?

What is it? What's happened?

I don't know.

Panic attack, I think.

Come on.

How come it's so warm out here

and so bleeding
cold in that car?

How come I don't
make you walk back?

Gerry.

Hello?

You gonna knock on a tent?

Oi. Anyone...

♪ Green grow the rushes-oh ♪

Brian, I'm not feeling
good about this.

Come on.

I don't do trees.

This is a clearing.

There's trees everywhere.
Look at the bleeding things.

Ohh!

Aah! Aah!

Oh, my shoulder!

Ohh!

That was your
fault, you dopey sod.

Well, it's been a long time

since I've had two
men fall for me.

Ohh.

Aah! Aah!

You should be more
careful, especially at your age.

What do you mean, at my age?

Ow!

You can't expect him not
to try to protect himself.

Who?

The spirit of the woods.

Would you dry my hair
while I carry on doing this?

Isn't it a bit dangerous?

A woman, alone in the woods?

How long have you...

Lived in a tent?

Years.

I'd die inside four walls.

Craig Rossiter. Remember him?

Oh.

I see.

You want to talk about shadows.

Craig. Yeah.

Sad.

A murder's more than sad.

Thank you. Aah. Aah.

What's in this?

Well, there are about
26 different ingredients.

But don't worry. None
of them are poisonous.

It's a restorative.

Mmm, nice.

Now, you knew Craig Rossiter?

He was a witch just
like you, wasn't he?

A warlock. A searcher.

I never thought he was on
the right path for finding it.

Finding what?

Whatever it was that
he was looking for.

You were in a coven
with Cara Nabb.

All the other members are
either dead or deranged.

What, you think they were
put under some kind of a spell?

Yeah, well, Rossiter wasn't.

He was put under some
heavy blunt instrument.

How's your arm?

It'll be even better by tonight.

Yeah.

Do you think anyone in the
coven could have killed Rossiter?

Neither could nor would.

That violates the most
sacred Wicca tenet.

Which is?

Harm none.

Harm none.

That is the whole of the law.

Just out of interest,

where were you on
the night he died?

Do you remember?

June the 6th,
1996. Yes, oh, yes.

I was with the wind
and amid the stars.

Oh, yeah?

Was that near Richmond Park?

Here you go.

And I'll tell you another thing.

Her "away with the
fairies" act doesn't fool me.

She knows plenty.

Yeah, well, we'll talk
about that tomorrow.

I'm sorry I can't invite you in.

No, no problems, mate.
I've got to be somewhere.

Ta-ta!

Oh, hello.

What's the matter with you?

- Come here.
- What?

What the hell are
you doing here?

Alison.

What's all this about?

Come, I'll show you
what it's all about.

Oh!

Oh, Brian.

Brian, I'm in the middle of...

Come on.

What?

Come, come, come.

What?

Esther.

What are you doing?

Ooh.

Brian!

I never thought I'd hear you
use the words "panic attack."

Are you sure you're okay?

I'll be all right.

Don't worry. I'll see
you in the morning.

- Night-night.
- Night.

Did you... Did you see them?

What are you doing here?

You did, didn't you?
You spoke to them.

You spoke to Cara and Rhoda.

Grace, you shouldn't be here.

I can't talk to you
without Sarah present.

Do they exist? They are real?

Yeah.

And what did they say?

Did they say it was me?

Did they? Did
they say it was me?

Cara Nabb said that she was
very sorry about what had happened

and about how
painful it's been for you.

She said that?

Well, was it you?

Was it you who killed Rossiter?

Grace, why have you
waited so long to say anything,

to get help?

I didn't wait.

What do you mean?

I didn't wait. I
went to Dr. Hart.

Who's that, another analyst?

No.

No, he's not an analyst.

Why did you go
and see him, then?

Grace?

You are not going
to believe this.

He woke me up at 5:00 and
then again at a quarter to 6:00

and then again at quarter past.

- What is he like?
- Jayne, hang up.

He did.

Bloody hell.

Esther, do you believe in magic?

I don't know what to believe.

You were like a man possessed.

On your bike.

Okay, I'll hold.

- Morning.
- Morning.

I can't find Grace anywhere.

I saw her yesterday, but she
seems to have disappeared.

Have you tried Sarah?

Yes. No answer.
I've left a message.

Oh, blimey!

Am I keeping you up?

Only just.

Rhoda Wishaw. How was she?

Yeah, I think we
should talk to her again.

Definitely.

Why? What did she say?

She was very vague.

- Yeah, vague.
- Secretive.

- A suspect?
- Oh, absolutely.

Yeah, I think we should
put her on the spot right now.

Hang on.

Yeah, Hart.

Any Dr. Hart.

Nothing?

Ugh.

Okay, no, that's fine.

All right, thanks. Bye.

So, where's Jack?

"Magick."

You saw this?

In somebody's house.

It's a symbolic figure.

The Green Man.

Yes, that's right.

I dreamt about him.

I was trying to run away,

and he scooped me up
in his arms, I suppose,

and held me in the air.

And that frightened you?

No. Just the opposite.

I felt quite peaceful.

First time for a long time.

And then, I saw this on a house.

And after that, I saw my wife.

Mary.

Yes.

But she's dead.

She was real.

And that frightened you.

Yes.

The Green Man. It's
a very ancient image.

He's a symbol of regeneration.

And fertility. Yes, I know.

In dreams, sometimes he...

Seen before death.

Yes, I looked it up.

Not necessarily.

He also presages rebirth.

Renewal.

The triumph of
spring over winter.

Did Grace ever see him?

Did she ever mention
the Green Man

in her sessions with you?

Did she ever show you
any pictures like that?

I'm sorry.

I can't discuss details of
one patient with another.

It's unethical.

Right, let's talk
about me, then.

Am I unwell, or am I
just going totally insane?

I see.

In that case, how do I
stop seeing my dead wife?

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, hi.

Sarah, I'm really
worried about Grace.

I've been looking for her,
and I can't find her anywhere.

Can I come in? I need
to ask you something.

Oh, I'm with a patient.

Oh, sorry.

Okay, quickly,
then, who's Dr. Hart

and why was Grace
going to see him?

Sandra, you know I'm bound

by a code of confidentiality
between Grace and I.

I can't possibly tell you that.

Sarah, this is a murder inquiry.

I've left a check,
if that's all right.

Can you give me a lift?
I don't feel like driving.

I wish you'd told me before
you went to see Sarah.

What? That I keep seeing
Mary, but don't worry.

It's either a witch's spell or
I've gone completely bonkers.

You know me better than that.

I know I wouldn't keep
anybody in this job five minutes

if they told me that.

Well, do you want to
know about Dr. Hart or not?

Absolutely.

Emmanuel Hart is
a doctor of divinity.

He lectures in theology
at the University of London.

How do you know so much?

Magic.

Well, I've told you,

it's not just a case of uttering
a few well-chosen phrases...

But I can't bear it anymore.

You have to give it to me
'cause there's only one day left.

For God's sake, could
you just give it to me?!

Grace? Give what to you?

Don't come near me. Stay away.

Do you understand?

Dr. Hart?

Did you sleep all
right last night?

Well, not a lot.

You?

On and off.

Esther?

Very restless.

You boys are keen, aren't you?

Are you on the move again?

Oh, I like to keep on the move.

Anything prompt it?

The moon.

When we were here yesterday,

we put a series of
questions to you.

You didn't answer them fully.

Didn't I?

Grace Woodford.

Well, no, you didn't
ask me about her.

Have you seen her recently?

No, not in years, sadly.
I liked her very much.

Yeah, well, she's disappeared.

Do you think Cara
might know where she is?

Well, I don't know. You
would have to ask Cara.

Ah, teatime.

The magic is not
all about making tea.

No, so I've been reading.

Lot of it's about sex, isn't it?

Seems to be a very
powerful aspect of magic.

Yes, it's a very powerful tool

in the hands of those that
know what they're doing.

Did Rossiter know
what he was doing?

Is that why he was killed?

Magic's strong. It
can be frightening.

It can do great damage
and yet great good.

Drinks?

Thank you.

It's a bit bitter.

"From midst the
fountains of delights

rises something bitter."

Exorcism?

The Church of England
has long retained the post

of an official exorcist.

But you didn't
carry one out. Why?

You'd be surprised how many
even seemingly rational individuals

are convinced they're
tormented by demons.

Have had congress with
assorted succubi and incubi.

The devil, even.

- Congress?
- Sex.

Is this what Grace believes?

I couldn't find her. She's gone.

What did she mean, one day left?

I've no idea.

Often these things
are unfathomable,

except to the person concerned.

So, what did you do back then?

I enlisted the help of a
decent analyst, Sarah Ellington.

How can you be sure that
Grace isn't tormented by demons?

Oh, I believe Grace witnessed,

probably even took part,
in something terrifying.

Took part?

Oh, yes.

Once I'd arranged
psychiatric help for Grace,

I urged she go to the police.

Sarah agreed.

When was this?

6, 7 years ago.

Ohh!

Gerry?

Gerry?

Where are we?

I don't know.

I don't know.

What time is it?

Half past 2:00.

No.

I've got to get out of here.

Gerry?

Gerry? Gerry, wait!

Gerry!

I needed help, but you left me.

You left me alone
on a cell floor to die.

To die choking on my own vomit.

You let me die!

Aaaah!

Mummy! Mummy!

- Mummy!
- Gerry?

- Mummy!
- Gerry?

Gerry! Gerry! Gerry?

Gerry?

You let me die!

Gerry?

Gerry! Gerry?

Gerry!

Gerry.

Oh!

Christ.

Brian.

It's all right, mate. It's
all right. It's all right.

You gave Grace a message
from one of these women?

Well, if you had no idea
how dangerous it was then,

perhaps you do now.

More dangerous than waiting
seven years to inform the police

about a possible murder?

Dr. Hart told us

that not only was Grace
there when Rossiter was killed,

she may even have taken part.

Now, you knew about this, yet
you chose to say nothing. Why?

I have to judge what is in
the best interest of my patient.

Grace wasn't ready.

As a result of which, vital time
and evidence has been lost.

Now Grace has disappeared,
and the killer's still out there.

If Grace has disappeared,
then it is solely down to you.

Excuse me.

Pullman.

Hi, Esther.

They're out here.

Brian, Jack and Sandra are here.

Shh! Shh!

He won't let me get the doctor.

Here, it's here.
I've got it. Listen.

"From midst the
fountain of delights

rises something bitter

that chokes them all
among the flowers."

Bitter? It was bitter.

Lucretius.

Roman poet and philosopher.

He was said to have died mad

from the effects
of a love potion

given to him by
his wife, Lucilia.

A love potion?

Ah, now, we had tea.

We had some tea and then...

- And then today.
- Today?

You went to see Rhoda again?

She's poisoned them.

Drugged.

Unless it's witchcraft.

She made us forget.

Like Grace.

They want to scare us.

Even Grace, remember?
"Stay away from me."

It's the coven.

We have to find out
what it is and what it does.

The coven's disbanded.

Is it? Why? Because
Cara and Rhoda say it is?

Because Grace says it is?

I don't think so.

You're not here
to see Mr. Hackett?

No.

I'm here to see this.

Strange, isn't it?

I often wonder what
it's supposed to mean.

It means that sometimes

you can't see the
wood for the trees.

Bravington Library.

Yeah.

Oof.

Returns.

Oh. Thank you.

Do you know, I've
always wondered...

If a librarian borrows books,

do they have to stamp
them out as well?

Yes. Of course.

Let's see...

which books Rossiter took out.

Hello. He said he would
be sitting just 'round here.

By the lift, officer.

Oh.

Oh, look, I'm so sorry.

I was on the toilet, and I
came over right queasy.

I must have passed out.

I'm really sorry.

That's all right. Are
you all right now?

Yeah, yeah. Much better, thanks.

Come on.

I feel daft, really, you know?

Oh, come on.

What do you want?

- Warlock.
- Eh?

Rhoda called Rossiter
a warlock, not a witch.

Do you know what
warlock means, literally?

And do you know what
the time is, literally?

"Oath breaker." A
breaker of his word.

Now, listen to this.

Look, do you want a drink?

Yeah, a glass of water.

This is a list of book
titles borrowed by Rossiter

the year he died.

But not from Bravington.

Through the inter-library
lending service.

Now, listen.

"Satan and His
Place in Your Life,"

"A Voyage to the Dark
Side and Back Again."

Now, remember what
Cara Nabb said to Jack?

About Rossiter's dying

was nothing to do with
him being a white witch?

Well, no, of course not,

because they're
not white witches.

They're black.

He got hold of every
Satanic text he could find

in the 12 months before he died.

Yeah, but why was he killed?

I mean, if they were
all black witches,

why kill one of their own?

Well, maybe it's the 666 thing.

The what?

You know, the
Book of Revelation.

The mark of the Beast.

The Beast, Aleister Crowley.

They kill one of their own

on the sixth day of
the sixth month, 1996.

It's like that film
"The Wicker Man."

- Did you ever see it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Edward Woodward.
They burn him alive.

Yeah, because in
the film, he's a virgin.

As of midnight tonight,

it's the 6th of June, 2006,

666.

10 years to the day
since Rossiter died.

Grace.

Yeah, and I bet you any
money you like she's a virgin.

Jack.

Jack? I wouldn't
have thought so.

No, no, in the film, Edward
Woodward is a policeman.

No. Still no answer.

Okay, it's 1 1:20.

We've got 40 minutes.
Come on, I'll organize backup.

I believe this is an example
of breaking and entering.

Well, entering, really.

So, tell me about the
cult of the Green Man.

Or should I say,
Jack in the Green?

No.

We call him Green George.

A 1,000-year-old
tree, maybe more.

A place of worship,
probably three times as old.

A line of worshippers
stretching back unbroken.

We are not a cult.

It's a system of
spiritual belief.

It's dedicated to good, to love.

I see.

Is that why you have a
picture of the devil downstairs?

The picture to which
you refer is of Cernunnos,

the horned god.

He predates Christ
by about 2,000 years.

Really?

Well, I don't think yours is
an order dedicated to love.

I think it's a cult of death.

And I don't know how or why,

but I think Craig
Rossiter was lured into it

for one reason only.

To be murdered.

Cara, we have to hurry.

Aah!

This is terrific, isn't it?

10 to midnight

and I'm stomping through a
bloody great wood by moonlight.

Shut your moaning.

There's not enough trees for
your blooming hydrophobia.

Hylophobia.

Hydrophobia's mad-dog disease.

- I know what I said.
- Listen. Shh!

Lord and lady, always one.

Lord and lady, always one.

Worship him.

Worship her.

Worship him...

Okay, so, what now?

I don't know. We just wait.

Where the hell's Jack?

Lord and lady, always one.

Worship him. Worship her.

Worship him. Worship her.

Where the bloody
hell is the backup?

Always one.

Lord and lady, always one.

Worship him...

- Shh! Listen.
- What's that?

Oh, shit, it's Grace.

Always one.

Worship him. Worship her.

They're going to kill her.

They are. They're going
to bloody sacrifice her.

- They're going to do it.
- Lord and lady always one.

What are we going to do?

- We're in position.
- The boys are here.

- Come on.
- Let's go.

Where's Jack?

Where is he?

Where's Grace?

Wherever she is, she's
not going to be sacrificed

by you lot would be my guess.

Are you insane? Is that
what you think we do?

Rhoda!

Oh, Cara, I'm so
sorry. I'm so sorry.

The hour is past.
The spell is broken.

We're too late. We're too late.

You've ruined it.
You've ruined everything.

Grace?

Grace!

He said he loved me.

He told me.

He promised me love.

Amazing, incredible love.

Rossiter?

He's the devil.

You see him?

You see him, don't you?

You see Rossiter.
He appears to you.

Have you always seen
him ever since he died?

Yes.

Why? Do you see him?

No, not him.

Someone else.

Have you told anyone about this?

No, never.

Until now.

What about now?
Do you see him now?

No.

No, he's gone.

Is...

No, she's gone.

We came together again tonight.

Green George, in the green.

To lift the curse, his curse.

It's all right. He's gone.

Yeah, I know.

I remember.

I killed him.

Rossiter was
extraordinarily charismatic.

Within a year of joining us,

he had used this
power to prey on us.

Prey?

Sexually.

Including Grace, who believed
she'd had sex with the devil.

Grace was the final straw.

To abuse one so young?

We realized then that in
order to protect ourselves,

we had to...

Kill him.

We all struggled with him,

and in that struggle, he died.

We never meant to kill him,

but in doing so in
this sacred place,

we defiled our own
shrine and we were cursed.

Cursed?

Rhoda managed to
mitigate the effects.

But even her gifts fell short

of fully protecting
the rest of us.

You look pretty good on it.

I have cancer.

Pullman.

666.

That's a Satanic date.

No!

It is only on this date
and at that special hour

that the moon and
stars were in alignment.

But you stopped us,
and so we have failed.

Okay, thanks.

Your house is empty.

So, last chance.
Where's Jack Halford?

He's up here.

Jack?

How did you get up there?

I walked from that
tree to this tree.

Same as they did.

"We are one, one with the green.

Betwixt and between.

Unseen."

Magical.

What happened to your neck?

It's Cara's handiwork
or should I say this.

That's a Taser.

They're banned in 27 countries.

Should be. It bloody hurt.

He died up there.

The P.M. shows he
couldn't have done.

He didn't fall.

That's right. He didn't.

He was killed up there,

and he was lowered
by them very carefully.

They could leave this
tree, arrive and leave,

without leaving any trace.

Correct?

And you all just sat there.

And watched as I killed Craig.

- You?
- No, no, no.

You didn't do it, Grace.

Yes, I did.

It was me.

Grace, I'm dying.

You saw Craig die,
but you didn't kill him.

I killed him. Do you understand?

Whatever you think
happened here,

I take sole responsibility.

I killed Craig Rossiter.

Okay, cheers.

Well? What do you think?

Should we let Cara
take the blame?

Sounds about right.

It makes sense.

No, I believe her.

How the hell am I going
to write this one up?

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if you're old and gray ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ Listen to what I say ♪

♪ It's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ Doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ It's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ We're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ High tech, low
tech, take your pick ♪

♪ 'Cause you can't teach
an old dog a brand-new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

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