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Regarding the Celts, they also had rituals and sacrifices.

They had a custom - killing a man by stabbing him with a knife

and telling the future from his fall and convulsions.

In these mysterious places, not even the beasts lay.

No wind blew there, no storms penetrated those secret places.

But without wind and without breeze,

the leaves on the trees whisper of their own accord.

And when the night climbs into the sky,

their Druids, through fear and dread, approach the old altars.

There, through human sacrifice,

they purchase new life for the people and fertility for their lands,

and they believe that the dark gods of the old earth

rise from the depths to claim such sacrifices.

53.5.

- When do you plan to start here? - Well, tomorrow.

I want to finish this as soon as possible, to tell you the truth.

And this is interesting, over here, you see...

Another theory is that the little children are buried separate from the others,

so you have two cemeteries.

- Hmm. - How many pieces did you get last week?

Well, we got two earthenware pots yesterday.

Congratulations.

Well, that's how it is. Very little comes to light.

Come, so you can see them.

Hopefully it will all be done in about six weeks.

- Ooh, finished that soon? - Mm.

Good afternoon.

Between you and me, I don't think his nibs is too happy about things.

- About what? - This digging.

He hasn't said a word to me.

No, but this interference isn't going to please him much.

..over 2,000 Catholics,

from all over Britain, came to Cardigan yesterday,

for an annual procession to the local sanctuary.

The procession was led by Cardinal Basil Hume,

Archbishop of Westminster, who was visiting Wales for the first time

since he was appointed leader of the Catholic Church in Britain.

I don't like it.

Well, what do you have against it?

I don't know but... I don't like one bit of it.

It's just a stone, a stone head from some era.

Whatever it is, this isn't the place for it.

Well, I'll move it to out back.

Take it out of my sight, anyway.

God, maybe it's worth something?

Like that sword that boy found in the river, worth lots of money!

I couldn't care less about its "worth", take it away!

Thank you.

Here you go. Yes, and, as I'm digging...

I hit against this thing.

I pick it up and look at it,

and what was it but some old stone head, yes.

- Have an old look to it? - Oh, fairly old.

I had a bit of trouble cleaning it, anyway.

And I was thinking, if it was old, maybe it was worth something.

I don't know.

Those college people have been digging nearby that Gwernyfed Farm.

Hardly found anything either, just some old stones, I suppose.

They've been there since the great flood, I imagine.

Yes, I heard someone had been digging around Gwernyfed.

A woman. Dr, uh, Vaughan.

Dr Miriam Vaughan, she was responsible for the digging.

A very clever woman.

- She could tell you about your head. - Yes, where could you get hold of her?

The college in Bangor, of course.

All you need to do is go there and take your head with you.

Both my heads!

Yes, and let her choose which is the stone one!

I've said enough about that old head!

Tsk! You're chasing your thoughts and frightening yourself.

No, no, no, not chasing thoughts.

I'll tell you one thing - either that goes from this house today...

..or I'm going.

I will not sleep another night more with that under my roof!

But what exactly did you see?

What do I know of what I saw?

Well, sit there for a little minute and I'll go get a drop of brandy for you.

Here, drink the brandy.

The only thing that will settle me is getting rid of that head.

Never you mind that head, I'll take it from here a bit later.

This has stopped at 2:00.

2:00?

Well, it's too early to go to that college.

Will?

Yes?

The flowers.

What about them?

They've withered.

Oh, what do you expect in the heat of the house, but for them to wither?

- They were fine yesterday. - Come on, now.

You're just a bit disturbed by it.

Drink some of that brandy now.

Maybe you had better call on the doctor?

There's nothing wrong with me! I'll be fine...

as soon as that damn head is gone from here forever!

Hello, can I help you?

- I'm looking for a woman, uh, Dr Vaughan. - She's left for home...

..and for me to come here.

Mr Williams phoned. You're Mr William Jones, yes?

Yes, yes, William Jones.

I've got the head with me, in this box.

Come in, we can have a look at it.

- Ah, thank you very much. - Set it down on this table here.

Oh, thank you.

Where did you get hold of it?

When digging the garden, turning the ground you know.

- Oh, sit, Mr Jones. - Oh, thank you very much.

Where exactly do you live?

In Porthau, the White Houses estate, council houses.

Gwernyfed land?

Yes, that's correct.

I go digging on the Gwernyfed Farm.

Yes, I know.

Ifan Rees, who farms in the district, told me about you.

- Is it old? - The head?

Yes, I'd say it is.

Of course, I have to have a closer look at it,

but I'm sure it's a Celtic head.

What were they?

The Celts were the old ancestors of the Welsh and Irish,

and the people of Scotland and Brittany.

Of course, I can't be sure. This head could be very old.

How old?

It may be 2,000 years old, before the birth of Christ.

Well, that's devilishly old, isn't it, as we say?

Yes, it's very old.

Is it worth money?

It's a very interesting head...

..but, I'm sorry to say, you haven't found treasure.

And what was the purpose of something like this?

What was a thing like this good for?

The head was something important and sacred for the Celts,

They thought the soul was in the head.

Well, nobody's soul's in a lump of stone!

No, of course not, but they thought they could influence things

through making heads like this, made out of stone.

Influence what?

The Gods and, through them, the weather, the seasons, such things.

Maybe they used them in rituals.

- Rituals? - The same as a chapel service to us.

A sacred service.

Well, I'm not much of a chapel-goer, myself.

Jane, my wife, frequents it more often than I do.

And I don't see chapel services as particularly sacred.

We're Methodists.

I prefer the Church service, myself.

It's more sacred.

With candles and such.

The candles are supposed to be a kind of help.

And that's what those heads were suppose to be, too, maybe.

To invoke spirits?

No, to bring the Gods closer.

Here are pictures of the Gods and stone heads, look.

And then this man shows up, with a head in a box?

- Yes. - Mm.

William Jones from Anglesey digs in the garden and finds a head.

Well, I don't see any reason for this great astonishment.

No reason for the astonishment?

William Jones happens to go to the garden to dig for an afternoon,

and finds a head.

And you learned archaeologists have been burrowing for months

and found not a sausage!

Leave her alone, Dad!

William Jones thought he had come across a fortune.

A shame he didn't!

But he took plenty of interest in it, too,

especially when he saw those pictures in the book.

Oh, one head is the same as the next!

No, not at all.

Each of them has its own character.

Oh?

And what sort of character...

..was this old brother, I wonder?

If you want to know...

it was a bit unpleasant.

Unpleasant? Come on, a head is a head.

- I don't like it either, Mum. - Oh, the two of you, now!

What hope is there for a poor man?

There we are, I'm in the eternal minority in this house, aren't I?

Listen to your father, Anna!

Poor you.

Well, how about another cup of coffee for this poor creature, then?

- And two spoonfuls of sugar this time! - Two spoonfuls of sugar again?

- The man who's going to lose 10 pounds? - Who walks a mile every day to stay fit?

You both realise that you're now in the presence

of the new captain of the Arfon Lawyers' Cricket Team?

You?!

Yes, me! And less of the shock!

You know why - his nibs here is the youngest on the team!

All the others are over the age of three score and ten!

Well, the fat captain will have to make himself a cuppa tonight,

because the thin captain of the netball team is going to bed.

- G'night...fatty! - Watch yourself!

- Good night. - Good night!

A little treat for you tonight.

With two spoonfuls of sugar?

Listen, Dad's talking about going to Shrewsbury on Saturday,

- and I fancy going with him. - Yeah?

- Do you want to come? - No, I want to go out by 7:00.

Oh, you'll be back in plenty of time to do that.

No, but there's something you could do for me.

I was thinking of making a dress for myself,

but I don't have any materials, do I?

- What kind of material do you want? - Oh, it says on the pattern.

That one.

You like the neckline?

No, I thought about changing that.

- Well, I'll take this with us. - Okay.

- Don't you be too late, now. - I won't.

- Good night. - Good night.

Miriam?

There's nothing here, is there?

Miriam, pet, there's nothing here!

Come back to bed.

There was something there!

No, you imagined it, that's all.

- But there was something. - No, you just dreamt it.

It was a nightmare, there you go.

- There was something terrible there! - Listen, I'll go and look.

I'll go through... I'll go through the whole house.

I'll come with you.

Nothing.

There you go.

There you go. There's nothing there.

Can you smell something?

Smell something?

What?

Look, come back to bed.

Everything will be fine tomorrow morning. Come.

Ah, Miriam, how are you?

- Okay, you? - Oh, fine, thank you very much.

- Are you busy? - Plenty to do, you know.

Well? What's bothering you?

Bothering me? Nothing is bothering me.

Don't let me interfere with your work.

- What are you working on? - Gwernyfed.

I have 20 more samples to do, and then it'll all be over.

Speaking of Gwernyfed, that's why I came here.

A man came over with a Celtic head.

Really? Where did he get hold of it?

White Houses.

He was digging in the garden.

White Houses?

You know, I'm sure there's a connection between that head and Gwernyfed.

What type of head is it?

Well, to tell you the truth, it's a bit unsettling.

Well, maybe there's good reason for it to be unsettling.

There are traces of men's bones in the soil samples.

Who knows what kind of barbarian rituals are connected to the place?

Take a look at this.

It's strange that we're talking about this now,

because, only last week, I read about the Nazi prisons,

where there was a lot of killing.

For years afterwards,

birds didn't go near the place.

As though all the horrible things that happened there impaired the place.

Yes.

And the things associated with the place.

Where did this come from?

Plot 3-C.

But, more than likely,

your Celtic head only looks unappealing.

Do you know Charlie Boyd?

Heard about him.

Charlie had a Celtic head on his mantelpiece.

It scared me,

yet Charlie didn't feel anything, unsettling about it.

Kept matches in its crown, even.

Did you bring the head with you?

No, it's rather too heavy to carry around.

But I'd like you to have a look at it.

Well, listen, I'll come along over the weekend, yes?

Yes, and bring Siân with you.

Well done, Anna. Very good.

Well, Miriam, my love...

your little girl is fast becoming a young woman.

Yes, and making us older every day.

Yes, well, that's how it is.

And before long, she'll be as pretty as her mum.

Oh, yes, keep that up!

You're better today, aren't you?

Yes, I went to see Alan this morning.

That must have helped you see sense.

- Alan isn't one for romanticising, is he? - He's not.

His feet are as planted on the ground as your feet.

Well, thank goodness for us, then.

And, look, a little break in Shrewsbury tomorrow

- will do a world of good for you. - It will do.

There's no place like Eryri, is there?

Really, look.

The old fortitude of Eryri.

- Today did you a world of good. - It did.

Took those old things out of your mind.

There's nothing like a day of shopping to bring a woman to her senses.

I think Anna will be very pleased with these materials.

She should be, considering the price.

She's your only child.

And anyway, you've been spoiling her since she was a little girl.

Who's spoilt her?

She's had every fair play,

that's not the same as spoiling her, remember.

There's someone fishing in the lake.

Ah.

I'll have to give this fishing a go for myself, won't I?

A quiet, pleasant way to relax.

Appropriate for a middle-aged man!

Appropriate for that type of a man, yes.

More appropriate than watching young girls play netball, yes?

Anna!

Anna?

- Anna! - Mum?

Anna!

Anna?!

Anna!

I saw it!

What?

Oh, you're all right now.

Come, now. Come.

Oh, you're all right.

Come on, now.

Come through here.

There you are.

Sit here on the bed.

- There you are, it'll be okay. - What did you see?!

Oh, eyes. I don't know.

- Horns? - Yes!

That head is the trouble!

It must go, Mum. It has to go!

Okay, my little one, okay. There you are.

Oh, come on, this time of night?

What's the man going to say?

Can't I leave it in the back, in the garage?

Oh, no, Dad, take it, it's bad.

Okay, Anna, I will take it.

Warn William Jones about it.

Tell him to get rid of it.

- Well, why not throw it away now, then? - William Jones found it.

He will have to get rid of it, and he thinks it's worth something.

Oh, please, Dad, take it, it's scaring me.

And what am I going to tell William Jones? "Hello, Mr Jones, here's your head,

"it's raising demons, so keep an eye on it"? Now, come on.

I understand you saw something and you were shocked...

Oh, no, Dad. It goes from here now, tonight.

Oh, I don't know what we should do, go and take it or not.

- He has to take it, Mum! - I'm going with you, to explain.

- I don't want to stay here alone. - We will take you with us.

I'm going nowhere with that head.

Okay, I'll take it now. What's William Jones' address?

I've got it here.

"33 Lôn Galed, White Houses, Porthau."

You know where it is, next to Gwernyfed.

Yes.

Right, I'll go now.

And be careful.

I do feel better now.

Like some great weight has been lifted from the house.

Me, too.

And that old smell has gone.

- Did you smell it, too? - Yes.

But your father didn't.

He didn't see anything either, he said.

You can't blame him for not believing.

A week ago, I wouldn't have believed that the creature I saw exists.

If it does exist.

A head was like an animal, and horns, I saw it!

I saw that, too.

Where did it come from?

I think it follows the head.

One of the old, old Gods.

What Gods?

Gods of the Celts.

Wait a minute.

- Yes? - I have come regarding the head.

What head? Oh!

Yes, did Dr Vaughan find out it's brought me a fortune?

- No, I'm sorry. - Yes, come in.

To tell you the truth...

..I'm bringing the head back.

It won't darken this house, I'll tell you that much!

- Why is that, Mrs Jones? - Well, it's very hard to say.

It's bad. There's some fiendish evil in it.

Yes, but what? What, then?

I won't say any more, but if I was in your place,

I'd get rid of it as soon as I could.

Jane, my wife, has had a bit of a scare.

Well, strangely enough,

telling you to get rid of the head was my message to you.

- What did I tell you? - Did you get a scare, too?

Well, I didn't, just the wife and daughter.

They saw it, too?

- Horns? - They've seen it too!

- Horns? What horns? - That's what you saw, too?

I didn't say a word to anyone about what I saw.

And your wife, and your daughter, have seen the same thing?

Was it a horned man you saw?

Something...

..half-man. Half-animal.

Big.

Terrible.

And it had horns!

Animal, horn? What's this?

I might as well not bother, you'd never believe me.

But, now, the clever woman has seen it.

It exists, and it belongs to this.

Do you believe in this, Mr Vaughan?

Well, the girls have seen something, and that's something really scary.

And it does seem to...belong to the head.

Did you see anything later, Mrs Jones? After it went from the house?

Nothing.

Not after this was gone from the house.

So...

don't leave it anywhere near me.

Here's Epona.

She often had horses with her.

She was a Goddess of Fertility.

And here's Artios, Goddess of Bears...

Were there special places where they worshipped these things?

Yes, there were holy places, consecrated places.

That's Gwernyfed. That was a consecrated place.

In such places, at night, things would happen.

- Like what? - Rituals, sacrifices.

What did they sacrifice?

Men.

That, Mum. That's what I saw!

That?

Cernunnos.

God of Animals.

The other world.

And darkness.

Dad won't be going past Gwernyfed tonight, will he?

Gwernyfed?

William Jones, Porthau.

Hello? Porthau, 443,

William Jones speaking.

Arthur? Oh, Dr Vaughan, it's you.

Well, no, he left here quite a while ago.

No, he's taken the head with him.

Uh, the missus, you see.

Hello?

Hello?

It's a state, isn't it?

Dear God.

The poor thing didn't have a snowball's chance.

Lost complete control of the car, anyway.

For no reason at all, somehow.

And in ages of creed and Christianity,

Cernunnos was given a new name...

Devil.

This, to indicate...

that the old things have not passed.

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