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♪ Ladybird, fly away home

♪ Your house is on fire

♪ Your children are gone

♪ All but the one who's alone

♪ Ladybird, fly away home

♪ No matter where you may roam

♪ Ladybird, fly

♪ Fly away

♪ Fly away

♪ Home ♪

Yes?

- Hello. - Hello.

- Mrs Lloyd? - Yes.

- I'm Amanda. - Oh, yes, do come in.

Thank you.

It's suddenly turned cold.

- Sorry, I was so long. - That's all right.

I was just putting Tara to bed.

He knows we're going out and he's playing up, but he'll get over it.

Humpty-Dumpty sat on the wall.

How old is he?

- Hmm? - How old is he? Your little boy, Tara?

- Oh, nearly three. - Oh, super.

- Let me take your coat. - Oh, thank you.

Good, Jim's got him quiet at last.

Would you, erm, would you like to go up and see Tara?

Yes, I'd better.

He's, erm, really very good.

It's long past his bedtime.

He should sleep the whole night once he's off.

- You all right? - Yes, I was just putting on...

- It's a nice house. - Thank you.

And this is my husband. Jim, this is Amanda.

Hello. Nice of you to come.

- And this is my Tara. - We don't often get a night out.

Are you mad!

Supposing I hadn't come up again. Supposing we'd gone out and left him.

Haven't you got any idea at all?

The cat?

- Spooky wouldn't hurt him. - Hmm, no.

But he's often played with the cat. You've never complained before?

That's not the same as leaving Spooky in his cot.

Haven't you ever heard of children going to sleep

and cats lying across their faces and...?

Oh, God! It doesn't bear thinking about.

I'm sorry. I didn't think.

He didn't think.

Well, I'm sure I would have noticed the cat, Mrs Lloyd.

I want Spooky.

Well, you can't have Spooky, my darling.

You know he has a special little basket that he sleeps in downstairs.

Now, I've got Amanda here to look after you.

She's a nice, pretty young lady. Say hello to Amanda.

Hello, Tara.

I want Mrs Merrin.

Mrs Merrin couldn't come. She has to cook Mr Merrin's supper.

But she sent Amanda along, who's very nice.

Amanda.

That's right.

There, didn't take you long to be friendly, did it?

Jim, I'll try and get him off. You take Amanda downstairs

and show her the living room and how the television works.

Okay.

All right, now I'm going downstairs, Tara,

so if you want me you just call, all right?

There we are, sweetheart, down you go.

Cuddle up. Sleep well, won't you?

Night-night, sweetheart.

Good boy.

It's a bit creepy, I suppose.

It's all so old and musty.

Yeah, I haven't had a chance to do much with it yet.

We've only been here a couple of months.

- Yes, I know. - Do you?

Oh, yes. It's a very small village.

Everyone knows about everybody.

Very nosy about strangers.

Thank you.

Oh, the telly's pretty old but it works all right.

You turn it on just here.

Oh, yes, I know, we used to have one like that.

Oh.

Yes, I suppose we should get a new one.

You're still at school?

- No, college. - Oh.

Technical college.

What, er, what do you do there?

- Child welfare course. - Oh, that's handy.

You're something of an expert.

What do you do, change nappies all day?

Oh, no, it's not a crèche.

We do theoretical work.

Psychology, physiology, things like that.

I see.

Sometimes we do...

We visit children's homes for practical work.

Mostly maladjusted children, aged from five to 14.

- That must be very interesting. - Oh, yes, it is.

- Where are you going? - Going?

- Out? - Oh, the, erm, Plover Inn.

- Oh, nice. - Is it?

I've never been there.

I believe they have very good food.

Yes, me neither. I... Well, I went for a drink there once.

- Oh? - It's very expensive.

Oh, well, we don't get out much and, er,

it's something of a special occasion.

Oh, super. Anniversary?

Sort of.

- Well, that's all right. He's fast asleep. - Oh, good.

How about a sherry, Jim? Do you mind?

No, of course not.

- Would you like a sherry, Amanda? - Oh, yes, I'd love one. Thank you.

It's lovely and quiet here.

Some people might think it's too quiet.

Oh, not for me. In our house, the telly's always blaring

or the people next door are having an argument. It's dreadful.

Oh, you won't hear a sound here.

Well, apart from the occasional ghost or poltergeist.

Jim!

Sorry, just kidding.

You've got a great sense of humour.

That's all right. Those sort of things don't bother me.

Is there anything I ought to know, Mrs Lloyd?

- Know? - About Tara?

Oh.

You won't even hear him, I hope.

He's so tired, he should sleep like a log.

That's super.

I've, erm, I've left the number of the Plover Inn here by the telephone,

in case of... emergencies.

- God forbid. - Now, don't worry, I'll cope.

Yes, of course, but...

- Don't hesitate to ring if... if... - Mrs Lloyd,

nothing's gonna happen, don't worry.

- Now, you go out and enjoy yourself. - Yes, come on, worry guts.

It's just that, I'm not used to leaving him.

Well, you've got to get used to it. Come on.

Thanks.

There, erm, there is a bolt up there if you feel more safe?

No, I feel safe.

- Darling, you're getting het up, come on. - I'm sorry.

Have you done much babysitting, Amanda?

Well, a bit.

And do all your mums go on the same?

Yes, they do. It's quite normal. In fact, you're very good.

There you are, you see. Come on.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight, Amanda.

I mean, we'll see you later.

Of course.

Bye-bye. Have a lovely time.

Do you think she knows?

- What? - Anything.

Why should she?

I don't know. Something she said.

About everyone knowing everything.

Just words.

In a small village.

Thought we were supposed to be celebrating?

I'm sorry.

Let's forget it. Tonight, at least.

Hmm!

Hello?

Who is it?

Oh, fuck!

Amanda?

- Hello. - Hello.

And what do you want?

I want a story.

- You want a story? - Yeah.

All right, we'll go and get a story.

Come on. Uh! All right.

- What? - Shall... shall we do my picture?

Shall we do your picture?

I wish you hadn't said that.

- What? - About the ghosts.

Oh, she's a sensible girl. She won't be frightened.

I'm frightened.

Who is it?

It's me!

Who's me?

It's me, Chris.

What the hell do you want?

What do you think I want?

I want to see you.

How did you know I was here?

Let me in and I'll tell you.

No, I don't want to talk to you.

Oh, come on.

- I suppose you think that was funny? - What?

Creeping round the house, trying to frighten me.

I don't know what you're talking...

Oh, come on, baby. It's bloody cold out here.

Well...

I'll think about it. I'll put the baby to bed first.

Come on, darling.

Oi! Oi, Amanda!

Good evening, madam.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

- May I take your coats? - Yes, thanks.

You have a table booked with us, sir?

- Er, yes, name of Lloyd. - Oh, yes, of course.

Perhaps you'd like to take an aperitif and I'll get the menus to your table.

Thank you.

- Good even, madam. - Good evening.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

- What would you like, darling? - Erm, vodka and tonic, please.

- Vodka and tonic and a Scotch, please. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- Hmm, darling? - No, thanks.

Well, our celebration at last.

Mmm.

The babysitter thought it was some kind of anniversary.

- Well, isn't it? - Well, why not?

- What the hell. - Sure.

Why shouldn't one celebrate a divorce?

I wonder if Gareth's here yet?

- You still there? - Yes.

Thought you might be.

You'll have to chip the ice off me. I can't move.

Come on.

Thank you.

Well, that's a good idea. Now, we won't be disturbed.

Get out.

But I haven't done anything.

Yet.

You're not going to either.

Look, you can't stay a virgin all your life, you know.

How do you know?

I might not be one.

Ah, well, if you're not...

..you've got nothing to lose, have you?

But, if you are...

well, this is your big chance.

With you?

That's what I like about you. You're always so hospitable.

Actually, I'd, er...

I'd like to know how you found me here?

Well, I went over to your place and they told me you were over here.

So, I walked.

Miles and miles, braved the elements.

What do I get?

Obviously, not what you expected.

Right.

All right then, we'll just talk.

Right.

Right.

And remember, that's the only reason I let you in.

- For someone to talk to. - Sure.

And if you don't like it, you know what you can do about it.

Course, yeah.

- Yeah, we'll just talk. - Right.

Well, let's talk then.

Okay.

I reckon you've got the most beautiful pair of Bristols.

Oh, hello, loves.

- Hello, Gareth. - Sorry I'm late.

That's all right we haven't been here long.

- Hello, Helen. You're looking great. - What you gonna have?

- Oh, anything, anything at all. - Gin and tonic, please.

- Did you have a good drive down? - Oh, bloody murder all the way down.

Er, ice, please.

Well...

Ah, but the other one was a horror film.

And there was this terrific scene where the girl gets her head chopped off.

Someone was telling me they use a joint of beef to get the right effect.

- So that real blood spurts out. - Oh, give up.

- I thought you'd be interested. - No, I'm not.

All right, all right.

Cor, it's a right old dump, innit?

You could make a horror film in here.

Stop trying to frighten me.

- I'm not. - Yes, you are!

Peering through that window.

What? What window? What you talking about?

That one. You scared the life out of me and you did it deliberately.

I didn't. I came straight up to the door.

Must have been someone else!

Stop it!

Well, if it wasn't anybody else, must be your imagination.

I don't imagine things.

Typical. This is typical of you.

Trying to frighten people all the time. You ought to see a psychiatrist.

But you're the one who's seeing things.

You live in a world of fantasy.

- I was reading about people like you. - Oh?

They say it's a result of sexual frustration.

Yeah.

Well, that's not my fault either.

Well, you needn't think I'm going to cure you.

Look, I don't know what you're going on about.

- Did you really see someone? - Yes, I did.

Well, perhaps it was Mrs Lloyd's husband.

Oh, don't be silly.

I saw them drive off hours ago.

- That's not her husband. - What?

That fella, he's not her real husband.

What are you... Who told you that?

Mrs Dennis down at the village.

And what does she know about it?

Well, she used to work here with Mrs Lloyd's aunt.

That's the old girl who died a couple of months ago.

Perhaps it's her ghost walking.

That's not funny.

And besides, it's just a load of gossip. I don't believe a word.

No, it's true. Mrs Lloyd's real husband's in the nuthouse.

- He's a nutter. - Stop it.

That's right. He tried to murder her.

That's why they put him away.

Will you stop it!

- Oh. - Hey.

Are you all right? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

Oh, Chris.

Oh, Chris, say you were lying. You were making it all up,

weren't you, to frighten me?

- Chris, weren't you? - Yeah, all right.

And it was you at that window, wasn't it? Wasn't it?

It's okay. It's all right.

Rotten sod.

I'm a real bastard. Didn't you know?

Bastard, then.

And you know what you are, don't you?

What?

Very tasty.

No, Chris, don't.

Shut up.

Chris...

don't.

I said shut up.

- All right, darling? - Mmm, fine.

- And coffees all round. - Right, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

And then in March there's a good chance of a job in Brussels.

God, I hope so.

Well, it's good. New country, new life.

I hope you'll be very happy.

- If we can lay all our ghosts. - Brian is not a ghost.

We said we weren't going to mention him.

Well, why not? We're afraid of the things we hide,

not the things we accept.

Gareth, tell me truthfully.

How has all this affected him?

I mean, the divorce.

I mean, you know how he feels.

It isn't love, it's an obsession.

All the time I've been scared that, well, somehow he might be...

unhinged by it.

He already is... unhinged.

- Mm. - It's only the telephone.

- Oh, shush. - Ooh! Ooh! You're breaking me wrist!

Ah... Hello.

She's absolutely bloody impossible sometimes, I can't tell you.

- It's the man, look! - Hello.

Hello, Amanda, this is Mrs Lloyd.

Oh. Oh, hello, Mrs Lloyd.

- Is everything all right? - Oh, yes.

That's why I asked you to come down.

- Thanks, by the way. - Oh, forget it.

Look, I'm not just Helen's doctor, I'm your friend.

No, erm, no trouble?

- Trouble? - With Tara.

No.

What?

I do see what you mean though, Jim. She's very, erm...

Very tense. You're right.

- He didn't cry? - Oh, no.

Oh.

But she went through a pretty

shattering experience, didn't she?

I mean, erm, you're not lonely?

Shush!

Are you working?

Hello?

- Hello. - Amanda? Are you there?

Hello, Mrs Lloyd. Yes, I'm still here.

No, the phone went funny. Yes, everything's fine.

Yes, don't worry yourself.

Good. Well, erm,

we won't be very long now, I expect.

I try to make allowances.

Goodbye, then.

Bye-bye.

You know, he - Brian - seems to be there all the time.

Oh, she's coming back.

Anyway, I'll have a talk to her.

I said get out!

- But I was only joking. - Well, it wasn't funny.

- All right, I'm sorry. - You can be sorry outside.

Oh, okay, but don't expect me to come back.

I don't want you to come back and don't try ringing the doorbell,

- cos I won't answer. - Believe me, I won't!

Just don't call for me when you get scared again.

And it wasn't me looking through any windows either.

I'm not gonna fall for that one again!

Look, you know you were enjoying it as much as I was.

It was just that bloody telephone.

And you had to go and make me look a fool, didn't you?

Come on.

Get out! You make me sick.

Christ, you talk about me being sexual frustrated.

You're just annoyed with yourself cos you know you wanted it.

- So you're taking it out on me. - I said get out!

Oh, come on!

Amanda! Uhh!

Uhh!

I can't explain it.

It was just that I felt that, well, I felt something was wrong.

As if... As if someone else were there.

- Well, maybe there is. - Who?

- Boyfriend? - Then why didn't she say?

Look, Helen, we all know who it is you think is up at the house.

Brian.

- Well, so he is, in a way. - Oh, God, don't.

He always will be present somewhere...

just as long as you allow him to be.

Look, Helen.

If... if Brian had died, you'd have got over it by now.

You've just got to consider him as dead.

He's extremely paranoiac and homicidal as well.

And they're never gonna let him out.

As far as you're concerned, he is dead.

Now, you've got to forget about him, for your sake.

And for Jim's.

And especially for Tara's.

You're right.

Of course you are.

- I know it, but... - No buts. If you know it, that's enough.

Jim, why don't you dance with the girl?

Give her a laugh. Give us all a laugh.

I said go away!

I'm not gonna answer that door and, anyway, the Lloyds will be back soon,

so stop playing your silly little games and go home!

Chris? Chris, I'm talking to you!

Jim, you're giving the place a bad name. Will you excuse me?

Hello, Plover Inn?

Can I speak to Mrs Lloyd, please?

- Better? - Much.

Good.

Is that why you invited Gareth down here?

No, he wanted to come.

I'm glad he did.

Love you.

- Mrs Lloyd. - Yes?

There's a telephone call for you.

Hello. Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Amanda.

Mrs Lloyd! Hello, Mrs Lloyd.

Please, God. No.

What is it, darling?

I don't know.

As soon as I picked up the phone it went dead.

Well, that's nothing unusual.

The operator's probably got a poker game going.

Oh, Jim, for God's sake. It must have been Amanda.

- Why? - Well, who else knows we're here?

Someone called home, she gave them the number.

But why should anyone disturb us unless it was important?

Well, it's probably my office. Wouldn't worry them to disturb me.

They didn't get through. Bad luck. Whatever it is, it can wait.

- It was a young girl who called. - A secretary.

She asked for Mrs Lloyd.

I think it was Amanda and I think we should...

Now, excuse me again, excuse me. Erm...

is this a private fight or can anyone join in?

Look, Helen, this is just what I've been talking about.

Now, I don't blame you, but...

let me try and prove to you, this panic,

yes, panic, is irrational.

- But something might have happened. - Well, what?

- Well... - Look, Helen,

there's only one real fear in your mind

and everything else is just a cover, an excuse.

Now, look, I'm gonna make a phone call myself to the institution.

Then I'm gonna come back here and tell you've got nothing to worry about.

Then perhaps you can really start enjoying yourselves, eh?

All right? Despite the mystery phone call.

Shan't be long.

We'll be leaving soon, anyway.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Jesus Christ!

Oh, Chris, Chris!

- What happened? - Are you all right? I heard a scream.

Dear, God! What's happened to him?

He was playing games.

There must've been someone outside. They must have been!

Well, I'll get him inside, shall I, eh?

- Who are you? - I'm just a neighbour.

What was all that yelling?

He is going to be all right, isn't he?

Put one of those cushions on the floor there.

I think we better get an ambulance, hmm?

Oh, no.

No, it's not working.

I was talking to Mrs Lloyd and I was cut off.

Oh. I expect she'll get an ambulance then, hmm?

No, no, she won't!

She doesn't know.

I rang to tell her about the face. I didn't know... Chris.

I'm sorry.

What... What face, darling?

It was awful.

Staring eyes and twisted...

I didn't imagine it.

I know I didn't.

And, besides, I couldn't have done, otherwise Chris wouldn't...

He's... He's only been beaten up, hasn't he?

He's not been stabbed or anything?

What are you doing?

I'm massaging his heart.

It's stopped.

Drinks! Drinks! Drinks!

Drinks!

- For God's sake hurry! - I am! I am!

Can you back off?

Back off!

Hmm?

It's no good.

Surely, we can get him to a hospital?

How? How?

I've no car. I don't drive.

- Where is she? Where is Mrs... - Mrs Lloyd.

She's at the Plover Inn. It's about eight miles away but she'll be back soon.

Hmm.

Suppose all we can do is wait.

But I mean, we can't just wait.

We can't help him.

He's dead.

Come on, come on!

We'll get nowhere fast if we have a smash up.

Bloody terrifying enough. God knows.

But as Gareth says, he's probably 100 miles away.

Oh, sure. Let's be rational.

There's an established procedure. No need to panic.

- Well, there isn't. - Oh, no.

Just go home and bolt yourself in.

I'll go along to the police station

and inform them quite causally that a maniac's on the loose.

Oh, for Christ's sake, darling!

There's no evidence he's even anywhere in this area.

Maybe 100 escapes up and down the country.

They have a routine and they stick to it. Put yourself in their place.

No, let them put themselves in my place.

My husband tried to strangle me and thought he had.

And he tried to gas himself and my baby.

And you say don't panic!

I say leave it to Gareth, that's all!

He knows what to do.

Christ!

No! No!

How do you spell that word "psychotic", sir?

You might have to spell it "M-U-R-D-E-R", murder,

if you don't get someone over there quickly.

Well, the sooner I make out this report, sir... Thank you.

..the sooner I can put it in front of the inspector.

Well, for God's sake, why can't I see the inspector?

I expect you can, sir.

But he'll want to know what it's all about first.

That's why I have to make out this report.

- It does save time, sir. - Saves time.

Yes, sir.

Erm, "P-S-C-H-Y"?

Can... we... go... now?

Please?

Darling, get in the driving seat.

Put it in reverse when I tell you.

- You ready? - Yes.

Right, come on.

Come on.

- I can't! - Oh, come on, darling, the reverse.

Oh, Helen, come on!

Hold it! Hold it. I'll get some twigs.

Darling, get back in the car, please.

Be ready to reverse when I say so.

Right! Now!

Hold it.

It's all right.

It's all all right.

You can't spell "psychotic", sergeant.

- No, sir. - All right.

Take a patrol car round immediately.

Sir.

But I think, Dr Cordell, we would have heard by now.

And your friends must be home.

They would have telephoned if there was anything wrong.

The phone was out of order. I've just been telling...

They could have gone to a call box.

Yes.

Sergeant Martin. Yes. Hold on.

Sir.

Hmm, yes?

I see.

Have you had a report from the Haversham police?

That's right - Helston.

Brian Helston.

His wife lives nearby.

Right, thank you.

- You, get my car. - Yes, sir.

Truck driver gave a man a lift.

Dropped him at Coffin Corner by a bus stop.

- A woman was waiting for a bus. - What happened?

- He strangled her. - Christ.

Sergeant, I want you to break out a gun,

ammunition and some gas cannisters.

Right.

You've been so nice.

I don't even know your name.

Brian.

I'm Amanda.

Amanda.

That's a nice name.

A... man... da.

- I almost forgot. - What?

Tara, Mrs Lloyd's baby. I must go and see him.

I'm sure he's all right. He would have cried.

Yes, but... we might not have heard him.

I tell you, we...!

We would have.

I want to go and see him, anyway.

I'll come with you, hmm?

No, it's all right.

What about the man?

What man?

The face you saw outside.

Hmm? Might be inside now. He might be hiding somewhere.

Please, don't frighten me.

I want to see the baby.

Amanda.

I... I know this house.

The corridors twist and turn on the floors upstairs.

There are lots of... lots of dark covers.

Places where a child could hide for hours.

Or be locked away.

Like in a tomb.

Amanda, I wouldn't go out there...

He might be waiting. He could... could... could...

He could kill you.

The place is all locked up, isn't it?

He couldn't have got in, could he?

I must go.

It's terribly late.

Look... Erm...

Could... could you stay behind?

You could explain for me when they...

Would you do that?

No.

No, no.

I can't take the risk.

You're only a child.

I'll be all right.

What could you do?

- Scream. - No.

No, no, no. No one listens to you when you scream. It's no good.

Come on.

Let's take a look at the baby, shall we?

No... No.

You said you wanted to?

Oh, yes, but...

- What? - No.

- Let's wait. - Wait?

- For Mrs Lloyd. - Mrs Lloyd?

Helen, you mean?

Uh!

I hate that clock.

Listen.

It ticks your life away.

And laughs at you. You hear it?

Where are you going?

Hmm? I'm going to take a look at our baby!

Helen.

Don't you dare touch him.

- Come on. - No! Leave the baby!

Don't touch the baby! No! Leave the baby!

Ooh! Helen, I told you, I told you, I told you!

Don't... Don't do...

Look at you. Come on. Come on.

Shh. Wait.

No! Don't touch the baby! Please, leave the baby!

You see? I told you. He's asleep.

Helen.

- Helen? - Yes.

Come here.

He's beautiful, isn't he, eh?

It's no good, is it?

What?

You... You don't love me.

Do you?

- Hmm? - Yes.

Yes, I do love you.

Honest?

- Honest? - Honest. Honest.

- Truth? - Honest. Yes.

You don't love me, darling.

No, I do. I do.

I do.

Please, don't leave me.

Please.

Helen.

Tara. Come on, baby.

Come on.

Please, let him come.

Please.

Let him come, please.

- Come on, baby. - Dad.

Baby.

Come on, darling. Good boy.

Stay with me! Stay with me, please, darling.

Don't go! You can't leave me, darling.

I am not your bloody Helen!

Don't leave me, darling! God, what did I do?

- No! Please, please! - Helen, no! Please!

Why are you so nervous, darling, eh?

Helen!

Ah, it's no use trying doors.

Doors are always locked.

Always locked. I knew it.

Told you, no handles, huh?

No handles, huh?

No, always doors are locked!

There are never any handles.

Never through a door. Never.

Cos, look. See? I told you.

See? I told you.

Yeah, you know what it's like now, eh?

Always locked doors.

The handles... No handles.

You don't... You don't know what it's like.

Frightened, aren't you?

I told you, locked doors. I get always lock doors.

Why'd you send me to locked doors?

Locked doors!

You sent me there!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Go away!

Uhh! Go away!

Go away!

Go away! Go away!

What the hell?

Help! No! No! Please! No!

Come on, open up this door!

Ahh! Go away! Go away!

Go away! Go away!

Open up!

Oh, God. Oh, please, God.

Come on! Open up!

I know you're in the hall! Come on!

Go away!

Come on! Don't be a bloody fool! Open up this door!

You two, round the back, see if you can get in there.

Go away!

Stand back! Stand back!

I'm warning you!

If you try and get in,

I'll kill them!

Both of them! Both of them!

Shall we still try and get in the back, sarge?

No, lad.

This is one we can't handle on our own.

I told you, go away!

I'll get on to the station right away.

Bravo Delta to Tango fixed station.

Bravo Delta to Tango fixed station.

Tango fixed station to Blue Four.

Blue Four.

It's... It's Helen.

It's Helen. Helen.

Have you met my wife?

Darn!

You... You see that?

You see it?

You see it, do you?

Mmm. Mmm.

I told you to stay where you were!

And you try moving again. You try...

and I'll be forced to cut your throat.

I'll kill you and I'll cut his!

- You hear me, right? - Yes!

Do you think you can hit him?

He's not making much of a target.

Try and keep calm, Helen.

If we handle this correctly with no panic,

they'll be no problem at all, believe me.

Oh, Helen!

Helen.

Helen! Helen!

No...

No!

Helen!

Helen.

No matter which way you spin it, inspector, this man is my patient.

You try your strong-arm methods and God knows what's gonna happen.

All right, sir.

You try it first, then.

Sergeant.

There's a switch on the side, sir. You'll have to speak pretty close.

Thank you, sergeant.

Brian.

Brian, this is Dr Cordell.

Are you listening to me?

Brian? I promise you nobody's going to hurt you.

What about the gas gun?

Well, it's easy enough to lob one in,

but it just might hit the kid.

We're only trying to help you, Brian. Everyone here.

I'd like to get my hands on that bastard.

All you have to do is to come out on your own.

And I'll take care of you.

The police will go away.

Mummy and Daddy. Mummy.

Mummy. Mummy and Daddy.

Mummy. Mummy.

Brian, you can't stay in there forever, can you?

This has got to come to an end.

No, I'm not... I'm not... I'm not coming!

I'm not coming!

Then I'll come in there and talk to you.

I don't want to talk to you. I want to talk to my wife!

Well, you can talk to her out here.

I want my... I want... I want her...

I want her to come into me.

Inspector, please, don't...

provoke him.

Right.

Now, listen to me, Helston. This house is surrounded by police officers.

You can't get away.

If you don't come out...

we're coming in.

But it's up to you.

We don't want any violence.

Helston, can you hear me?

You! You!

Come here. Come here. Come here.

Bring him. Come on, bring him.

Bring him!

Quick! Quick. Quick.

Can you hear me?

You try it!

You try it and I'll kill these two!

Are you listening? Both of them!

He means it.

Believe me he means it.

Now, listen...

You let my wife come in and talk to me.

And I'll let these two go.

Otherwise, I'll kill myself...

but not before I kill them.

You got that?!

All right?

- Can you hit him? - Christ, no, not with this bloody thing.

Inspector?

Let me do as he asks.

- Let me go in there. - Helen.

Frankly, I think you'd do better keeping out of the way.

- It's my baby. - Helen.

I won't let you take that risk.

Who else can take it?

Inspector, no.

Please.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid.

Why'd you think I'm afraid?

Yes, you are.

You're afraid because you know

she... she doesn't want to talk to you.

And that's... No wait!

She... She doesn't even want you.

She's my wife.

But she doesn't... she doesn't even care about you.

She doesn't even care about her baby!

It's all right.

Helen.

No. No.

I must.

I'll kill you.

No, that's where you're wrong. Listen to me.

It's... It's her...

you want to kill.

That's what you came here to do!

- Oh, God. - I only came to see her.

- You know I can. - All right, then.

Go... Go outside and see her! She's...

She's there!

They won't touch you!

You won't.

You won't! You daren't!

That's right, you daren't

because you know, you know that if you go outside

you won't get to speak to her

because they'll get to you first!

Oh, I love this thing!

Just release the catch when you're ready.

I'm not going back.

No, I knew you wouldn't!

I know you won't because... because you're afraid!

You're afraid they'll beat you up and smash your head in!

Just like you did to Chris!

- Listen... - Oh, get away from me!

Holy show! Helen, listen.

- I'm not Helen. - Helen, my darling.

I knew you'd come, I knew you'd come.

They said you wouldn't but I knew.

I knew.

Oh, please!

I love you. I love you. I love you!

Stop mumbling, moaning! What's wrong with you?

- Moaning, moaning, moaning! - Please!

Helston, can you hear me?

Now, listen carefully.

Your wife will come to the house...

but only on these conditions.

You must let the girl and the child go immediately.

Then you must come out yourself

with your wife.

Do you hear me?

Yes. Yes, I hear you.

- Tell Helen to come. - No!

- Shut up! - Helston!

Do you agree?

Yes, yes, yes! Of course I do. Tell her to come.

I'm not going to take any responsibility for this.

Let's have him.

- No. - Uh-huh-huh.

- No. - Yes.

Yes. Come on, my lad.

Come on.

We're gonna see mummy.

- All right, kid? - Mmm.

Let's step over the gentleman.

- There, that's it. - It's like a funny story.

- It's what? - It's a very funny story.

Yeah. Budge up.

All she has to do is drop the gas cannister.

Do you like all that... when I smashed all that glass?

- Was that funny? - Mmm. There was a bang.

You won't kill me.

Well, no, of course, I wouldn't.

- No. - I'm only playing with you.

I love you very much.

That's made of glass.

Yes. I busted it with a chair.

Did you enjoy that?

- You can see yourself in it. - Yeah.

That... That's the picture.

That's... That's the reflection.

Yes.

Mum.

You bloody fool!

Now, we'll never get out!

But you promised!

- Promise, darling? - You promised to let them go!

Ah, no, no, no, I've got to keep him.

No, Brian, please, please!

No, I know with him you'll always come to me.

If I keep him, I'm safe.

But you said you'd let them go. You said you would!

Darling, we're all right now, just the two of us.

We're all right now with the baby.

Yes... Yes, Brian.

Yes.

Yes, we'll go.

I'll take Tara and we'll go.

What's this?

Is it dangerous?

Is this meant to hurt me?

Why'd you want to hurt me for?

What is it, darling? Do you hate me?

I love you!

No!

Why do you hate me?!

Why?! Why?! Why?!

Why do you hate me?!

They hate me!

You can bloody take it back!

Now!

Hold on!

- Inspector? - No!

You'll hit the child.

Sergeant, keep away from him!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Brian!

Helen. Darling.

Helen.

You've got the baby.

Mum.

Brian.

Are you coming with me, then?

Helen. Helen.

Helen, Helen, Helen.

Let's take Tara and go.

They don't like me. They don't like me.

Yes, yes, they do. They're your friends.

- Yes, yes, they do. - No, they hate me.

No, no, no, darling, they don't.

Helen, help me. Help me.

If you're with me, you're all right.

You and me and Tara.

If you and I and Tara are together,

we'd be safe.

We'd be safe from... from them all.

Just let me take the baby.

Helen. I don't know...

I want us to go away together.

Please, let me take the baby.

- Look at them. - Yes, darling. They've only come to help.

Please, please.

They don't like me.

- Yes. - No, no.

Just give me Tara.

There.

Ahh, Helen.

Helen.

Ah, Helen.

Helen.

Helen.

Helen. Helen, I'm sorry.

I wouldn't have hurt him.

I wouldn't hurt you. I love you.

It's all right now, you love me. It's all right.

Oh, God!

I'm sorry!

Oh, Tara, I'm sorry!

Tara, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

♪ Ladybird

- I'm so sorry! - ♪ Spread out your wings

♪ Home is a haven

♪ Where memory clings

♪ No matter where you may roam

♪ Ladybird

♪ Fly

♪ Fly away

♪ Fly away

♪ Home ♪