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Janet...

What?

I'm not doing anything.

I'm a colleague of yours at the spr.

So, you're here to close me down?

I'm not looking to make friends, Maurice.

Don't leave me alone with it.

I won't.

How could you not mention that your daughter was called Janet?

Janet...

Richard would like something a little less pink, if possible.

The whole thing's overdone for his sake!

I know. And you know how I know?

'Cause it's the same every Sunday.

Help!

Help!

Don't make a fuss. It's nothing.

How..?

I'm dead, Maurice.

You know that.

Don't make a fuss.

Maurice! It's the phone!

It's happened again.

Hello?

Guy...

What?

This is it. This is, er...

This must be just after Maurice left.

No, don't do that. This is the bit we want to see.

I didn't do anything.

Well, where's it gone?

It looks like the tape's degraded.

Well, can't you re-grade it or something?

Well, I can give it a go.

Looks 'orrible, don't it, Billy?

So does your face.

Yeah...

Is it gonna be alright?

It'll be fine.

Your grandma used to get it, every time she sneezed.

This is real, this thing. It's as real as you or I.

And it's powerful!

Lifted me off my feet and flung me across the room.

We need to get Janet away. Somewhere safe.

I think we need to keep her here, don't we?

We have to find out what's going on.

You asked me to entrust Janet to your care and she nearly died.

It's not something I'm prepared to debate.

You're supposed to get rid of it. Not me.

I will. I promise this is...

This is just to keep you safe until then.

We're 'appy to 'elp.

We don't get you sleepin' over often enough.

I always say: We wasn't blessed with children,

but we was blessed with nieces and nephews.

We're happy to have 'er. Any of 'em. Anytime.

Ain't we, silv?

Yeah.

I like these.

Precious, aren't they?

It's weird: I can see the information's there.

I just can't get at it.

But...

...i was listening to the sound...

...and then I heard this...

What?

Can't you hear it?

It's as clear as day.

My name. He says my name.

Look, old chap. We've heard such a lot of funny things

it's quite possible we've become deaf to it.

What does it mean...?

Maybe it means you should lay off the wacky baccy for a bit.

I'm not sure it's such a good mix with this sort of thing.

Can I stick a picture on the wall?

Right, yes. Here it is.

Gustav bachmeier was...

Able to attach himself to a poltergeist with a blood ritual.

No, that's bunkum.

Not even the catholic church gave him any credence.

Well, isn't it at least worth a go?

Adjuro

te ab filio dei,

dono...

Sanguis Mei...

...ut discedas...

Ab hac...

Puella...

Et me...

...Admoveat.

Come on...

Come on!

It's the poltergeist. It's come with me!

Don't you want to be here?

Can I help?

She was like this when her dad left.

Hey...

Don't tell sylvie.

Thanks, Maurice.

You can't poltergeist-proof a whole house.

I'll do my best.

Get the whole spr in. Professor beloff himself.

Good luck with that.

Why not?

Maurice, you seem to think that the, er...

Society for psychical research

is made up of people like you and me.

You know, interested believers. But, er...

Where are they, then?

The spr exists to pooh-pooh this sort of stuff.

Well, they can't dismiss this. We have evidence.

What evidence? We have hearsay.

We have my good name, we have some inconclusive photographs,

and damaged recordings. No...

No, the next step, I think...

Is a medium.

They're charlatans.

Says who?

What have you done with it?

What?

My ten pence piece.

You'll have to forgive me, Maurice,

but in my experience, which is not inconsiderable,

they have been very, very helpful.

I haven't touched it. It was probably the poltergeist.

Can they do that?

Yes, they have been known to dematerialize things.

There's a bunch of crooks exploiting the...

The vulnerable and the broken-hearted.

There are people here who come highly recommended

by colleagues in Brazil.

Can mediums talk to the poltergeist?

Yes. That's the point.

They're fakers. The lot of 'em.

Well, if they're fakers, what harm's it gonna do?

Now, it's... It's quite possible...

That some entity...

Will come through me and might be a bit obstreperous.

But don't worry.

Alan knows how to deal with them.

Dear god...

We pray that you bless this house...

And remove and enlighten... Any troublemaking entities.

There's no need to be frightened.

Nobody will get hurt.

Be a nice change.

Now...

Can you see me?

Go away!

The time has come...

To stop it!

You are a child of god.

Look into this...

And see what you can become.

That's enough now.

You are a child of god...

The time has come to stop it!

Lindy, that's too much.

It's hurting!

It's really hurting.

I'll shit down your neck!

Teddy bear, Teddy bear, turn around.

Teddy bear, Teddy bear, touch the ground!

Touch it!

Touch it!

It's a secret.

Sit... In the corner!

Little bitch!

Touch it.

Touch it!

No!

No!

No..!

I don't want to...

Please, please...

Lindy... lin...

Piss off!

This is monstrous!

There you are, old man.

Who are you? What do you want?

Wants it!

Why have you come here?

Give me back my ten pence piece!

What's he done with my ten pence piece?

Come here and I'll give you ten pence.

Give me it back!

Janet, no!

There she is.

Lindy? Lindy?

Was it more than one entity?

Did you get a sense of...

Who any of them were?

One thing I have clear:

This is not something you should communicate with.

And...did any of the things that came out of Mrs. Craine's mouth,

did they mean anything to you?

The playground chants or...

This is a house of death.

For you.

Right.

You're not well.

He's got angina.

Alright, Janet. Thank you.

Broken-hearted.

You're grieving your daughter.

Janet.

I'm not his daughter.

J... er, Janet was my daughter's name.

Was?

Oh, Mr. Grosse...

Er...

You want to make contact with her.

But this...This is not the place.

I felt it draw strength, as we went on.

I'm sorry...

This was a mistake.

Indeed.

...Sunshine...

The others have gone off somewhere.

The water's warm.

In this house?

Her presence is stronger here.

She's been cheating on you. Has your spirit guide told you that?

What are you talking about, Maurice?

Lindy and Alan craine. Please, please don't tell me

you haven't see them.

What are they? Are they mediums or... what..?

Well, doubtless, your friend here...

Has filled them in on our misery...

It's a real gift, Mr. Grosse.

Well, it is for him, yes.

What are you walking out with this time, eh?

Come on, come on. Come on.

I bought this for her on her 18th birthday.

Get out of this house, please.

Get out.

What happened?

I've been made a fool of. That's what's happened.

Oh, hello. Sorry to disturb you. I'm guy playfair.

I'm working with Maurice.

Mr. Playfair.

I feel I know you already.

I'm halfway through your book.

Oh!

How do you do? I'm Betty.

How do you do?

Maurice, old chum, I brought your specs.

I wasn't sure you could manage without them.

I've been thinking about this knocking.

The more I think about it, the more I think that it's, er...

It's not just noise or...

Mischief...

Er, but that it's trying to communicate with us,

and so...

That... oh, thank you.

I think...We ought to be asking it questions.

One knock for 'yes', two for 'no'-type thing.

See where that gets us.

Well, Lindy craine has just told us we should absolutely not

try and make contact. I...I don't want to do anything...

That puts Janet in danger.

Lindy was rattled. She'd had...

She'd had a very frightening experience.

I don't think we should set too much store by her...

Forebodings.

Well, they're your people. You got them in.

Why do you want to fly in the face of their advice now?

I didn't think you were taking this "house of death" stuff

too seriously, but, er...

I certainly understand if you don't want to be there.

Guy, you must promise me:

You will not try and make contact when I'm not there.

Guy...

Oh, thank you! Ooh, lovely!

I've laid for three.

Oh, that's very kind of you, but I ought to...

Please... there's so much I want to ask you.

That night... 3 A.M...

Phone rang.

Our son. Richard.

Telling us that she was in a coma.

We had to hurry.

And then...

My sister, Miriam, she's got this clock,

which hasn't worked, for years.

Why she keeps it, only god knows.

Erm, anyway...

It started working, right after...

Right after...Janet's accident.

It started working again.

Until...

4:20.

4:20...

Was the time of Janet's death.

Oh, tell him about the...Day of the funeral.

Oh, no... guy doesn't want to know about...

I do. I do.

Well, August 7th was the funeral...

Night before, we had this very strong...Feeling

that she was trying to communicate with us.

Erm...

Erm...

Well, it was the drought, of course.

And I thought, "well, if you want to send a sign,

"a shower of rain..."

August 7th, er...

Another sweltering day, not a...

A cloud in the sky. I opened the curtains...

The flat roof, just below Janet's bedroom. Soaking wet.

Soaking wet.

I can almost hear her saying,

"there you go, old man."

Marilyn, that's our...Our other daughter,

she took that in the spring.

Oh, gosh.

Maurice says it's just a flare, but...

We don't know, do we?

No.

No, we don't know.

I know she's here.

Around.

Somewhere.

But I don't know she's alright.

Not the night you'd wished for.

No, it was delightful.

You've got a wonderful woman there.

Ah...

And I'm glad we've had a chance to agree our next step.

Er, guy...

We both want to make contact. Don't we?

Old man.

Is this what you're looking for?

Where'd you get that?

Bedroom floor.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Oh... do you think it's been on the other side?

Er...

Someone there?

It's just the poltergeist, Mr. Playfair.

Do you have something you want to say to us?

What's going on?

How about I ask you questions and you give...

One knock for 'no', two knocks for 'yes'.

Er, how about I ask you a question?

What happened to not making contact?

I think we're past that point, Mrs. Hodgson.

It is making contact.

We just haven't worked out how to understand what it's saying.

It's a bit like you and Billy, you know. He gets frustrated,

when you're not there to translate for him,

and I think...That's what we've got with this poltergeist.

Aren't I right, Maurice?

Ain't that just like it?

It's gone quiet.

One knock for 'no'. Two for 'yes'.

Do you understand?

That's not getting us very far, is it?

Janet, you try asking questions.

Alright.

What's your favorite color?

No, no, no, Janet. It's got to be a 'yes or no' question.

Is red your favorite color?

Janet. I'll tell you what to ask.

Ask if it's dead.

Are you...Dead?

I don't want to do it no more.

Janet, jan... Janet!

This is important.

Did you die in this house?

Did you die in this house?

Where?

In that chair?

Oh, Mr. Grosse. You're sitting in the chair he died in.

Well, he doesn't want it now...

I'm alright! I'm alright!

Alright, I'm fine. Fine.

Sure?

Are you here for someone in particular?

Are you here for someone in particular?

Are you here for me?

Are you here for me?

I don't like it.

Ask it if it has a message for me.

Do you have a message for Mr. Grosse?

Are you playing with us?

Oh, so you can knock, you can break things...

So, why can't you speak?

Come on.

Speak!

There!

Now you've got me!

Janet, stop it.

Make you wish you'd never been born.

What's happening?

You said you had a message from him.

What is it?

Fuck off!

Did you die in that chair?

I'm not dead.

I'm right here.

What's your name?

My name is Joe.

Green street...

Green street. 2-8-4.

Gotcha.

I have news!

Better than that. I have "bunty".

It's one of the ones you like, isn't it?

Betty.

Hello.

Oh...

I should tell you off, Mr. Grosse.

You should've let me know. I'd have smartened up.

Oh, no. I wouldn't have wanted you to go to any trouble.

It's hard enough keeping everything straight

with children at home.

Let alone a poltergeist.

Is "bunty" for me?

Er, yeah... well... it's... It's for all of you. Here.

Thank you.

Thank you ever so for the cake. It's lovely.

Oh, do you know, I was quite nervous.

Because...i thought...I don't want it to be another thing

for the poltergeist to throw.

We try not to say things like that. It...Er...

Gives it ideas.

Yeah!

Like this voice didn't come till Mr. Grosse told it to.

Oh!

Is that so?

Well, c-c-c-...

Not right now, Billy.

Do you have another son, Mrs...Er...Hodgson?

Johnny. He's at... Residential school.

Yes, well, I...

I really wanted four myself...

Then there was two.

Is there someone there?

Stuck-up cow, that's who.

I had a daughter.

Named Janet.

I know.

What's the news maur...

Sour old bitch.

Would...anybody like another slice of cake?

Thank you for how you were with Janet.

Well, with all of them, but it...

I wish you'd discussed it with me.

It's a bit of a powder keg in there at the moment

and they don't need any more surprises

and neither do you.

Am I so dreadful, Maurice?

Am I so dreadful that that's what you run away to?

That...frowzy woman?

And that foul-mouthed little brat?

She can hardly believe what she's getting away with.

Janet spoke to me.

Our Janet.

Listen, ray may be a charlatan.

But at least I know when I'm being hoodwinked.

Come home.

I can't.

One-fifty-four...

Tony Watson?

Who wants to know?

Well, I'm trying to track down

the Tony Watson that grew up in 284 green street.

He did die at that house.

1961.

Brain hemorrhage.

Nobody knew till they saw the flies against the window.

That's how popular he was.

I...don't think it's the same chair, mate.

Not unless someone gave it a good shampoo.

Can you think... Can you think of any reason

why your dad's spirit might still be there?

I was wondering if, perhaps, he had, erm...

Perhaps he had a message for you or...

Or if your presence there would...

Somehow help him move on.

Green street?

Never been back.

And if that's where he is now,

it's the last place I wanna be.

About your sister...

She had it worst.

Would she be willing to help us, do you think?

She'd do anything for anyone, Jenny.

She got knocked over by a bus.

When she was 12.

Oh...

141.

Driver said she just stepped out in front of him.

I couldn't blame 'er.

There's a family there now.

11-year-old girl.

No chance.

Well, I could, erm...

I...i could make it worth your while.

No, mate.

You couldn't.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Janet?

Yes?

My baby.

Oh, my baby.

Oh, my baby.

Janet?

Oh, don't... Don't cry, my darling.

Don't cry. I'm here.

I'm right here. Janet...

Where are you? Where are you?

What you did yesterday was very cruel.

You rang my home and made my wife believe

it was our daughter Janet.

Did I?

Where's your ten pence?

Poltergeist took it again.

Look, Janet, I know you're unhappy

that we've produced this voice...

You?

I produced this voice.

But it's a huge step forward.

We have a name now.

Big deal.

I'm warning you, Janet...

Why can't you be on my side?

We're all on your side!

There was once this woman, called Maria, right?

And...she had three children by a man who'd been and gone.

But there was another man who liked her.

Only, he wouldn't marry her 'cause of her children.

So, one night...

She took them down to the river and she...

Drowned...all three of them.

One...after the other.

So she could be with the man she loved.

He still didn't want her and she couldn't bear it.

So, she...Drowned herself.

She wasn't allowed into heaven without her three children.

So, now, she walks the earth for eternity.

Looking for her children.

And that's the crying you can hear all night.

Joe Watson lived and died in this house.

What else he did here...

Well, he was the worst kind of father.

The very worst

we need to get the very best mind in the spr in,

before it's too late.

Maurice, this is a huge breakthrough, but, er...

It doesn't constitute proof and beloff and co

won't turn up for less.

We don't know what we're doing.

I'll go, shall I?

No, I'll go.

What's..?

What's..? Come on...

No, don't worry, Maurice. Let me, let me... it's fine...

"Chapter four: Visit from a medium"

"chapter two... Maurice's loss..."

You're writing a book? This...

This is a book. You're writing a book..!

It's not a book. It's not a book

until a publisher actually publishes it.

That's it. That's why you got the craines in, is it?

That's the...

That's why you disregarded their advice.

You're stoking the story for your damned book!

That's not true. That's not true!

That's...huh! That's... and that's actually just what...

That's just what old Joe wants: To set us against each other.

That's a very good idea. Write it down!

So what if I'm writing a book? It's what I do.

Shh-shh-shh...

That case I told you about in Brazil, the little boy who died,

Braulio.

I would've done anything to change places with him.

He was 13 years old, for god's sake.

If I want people to read about this, it's because I want them

to know it's real, so they can join in the fight.

We need people to join in now.

We're failing, guy.

We need the spr.

So...if you're the president of the society,

does that mean you're more important than them?

It doesn't quite work like that.

It's normally hammer and tongs by now.

Don't apologize.

Professor beloff and Dr. Gregory are used to it, mrs h.

It's called the observer effect.

Poltergeists are shy.

It's like they want their victims to be disbelieved.

You never said that when you was the disbeliever.

Come on, Joe.

Professor beloff and Dr. Gregory

are going to think you're frightened of them.

Think we know who's frightened.

I smell sex.

Didn't smell sex when Mr. grouse's old bitch was 'ere.

But I can...See her lips moving.

She's not in control of that.

You've read the laryngologist's report.

There's no way anyone can make a noise like that

for more than a few minutes,

without ruining their normal voice,

let alone an 11-year-old girl.

Joe can go on for hours.

Joe...

Who was prime minister in 1960?

Who was what?

She was asking Joe.

She's just curious, that's all.

Who was prime minister in 1960?

Some fucker.

Like football, Joe?

Yeah.

1953 f.A. Cup final. Who won?

What's cold, thin, and stinks of shit?

Everyone remembers the Matthews final.

Your girlfriend.

No, please, wait, wait, wait.

Just...just wait, please.

Janet, bear with me a minute.

Drink that...

And don't swallow it. Just hold it in your mouth.

Right...

She can't breathe.

Come on... Come on, Joe. Come on!

Blackpool. Bloody Blackpool.

Four-three. I lost a tenner.

Shove that up your arse.

We should set this place up with thermographic cameras.

What do we know of the real Joe Watson?

It's Maurice who did the legwork there.

Where's Janet?

Janet?

Janet?

Janet?

Janet?

Janet, stop this!

Janet, where are you?

You tosser!

Fucking wanker!

What's your problem, old man.

Stop it!

Please stop.

Would you stop it, please!

Stop it!

Wear a helmet.

We've just had a call from her dad.

She's at his.

She's alright.

I'll go round and fetch her back.

Please, please... Please, let me.

It that's...If that's ok.

Maurice grosse. I'm a friend of your...

What's the game, you old pervert?

Old man like you in a young girl's bedroom?

I should get you locked up.

Dad...

Get inside.

I want to hear what he has to say.

You have every...Every right to be cross with me.

I...i was just so desperate to get the...

To get the experts on board that I...I went too far...

And I...I'm very sorry.

So far, I've just made things worse and I...

I...

I'm sorry, I... I don't know what I'm doing. I'm very sorry.

You said you was here to help, but you're not.

You're just looking for your daughter.

That's not true, actually.

Joe knows.

I am looking... Er...For something.

When she was your age...

Janet, I...

Well, I was working you see.

I wanted to get the business onto a strong footing.

I...i had three kids to pay for.

I left all the good stuff to Betty. I...I...I...

I wasn't always there for them, as a dad.

He's your dad, but...

...but I've come to care for this Janet.

Very much, so here...

Here.

You feeling tight in your chest?

Er, not at the moment, thank you.

Me neither.

Good.

It's funny. Since the voice come, mine's gone away.

Can I take you home?

Your mother's been so worried about you.

Dad says I can't stay anyway.

And that was before Joe called Doreen a slut.

Ah...there she is. The prodigal returns.

Is she gonna clock me one?

I'm quite sure she isn't.

Bad news, old chum. We're barred.

Seems our friends Gregory and beloff want exclusive access.

And Mrs. Hodgson's been minded to give it to them...

Well, I'll have a word with Mrs. Hodgson...

No, I've tried everything.

She says this is a house of death for you

and that she doesn't want that on her conscience.

I wish to god I'd never invited that dreadful craine woman.

Well, it's not important what happens to me...

She doesn't want us here, Maurice.

It's a fresh approach she's after.

Tell you what, listen:

You help me cart some of this stuff back to earls court

and I'll pour you a very good whisky.

Come on.

...Wanted her to come to the lab for some tests.

What sort of tests?

I thought you was fed up with Mr. Grosse, anyway...

It's 'im that brought on the voice.

The voice isn't so bad.

At least it means the poltergeist needs me

and doesn't want to destroy me.

Is that right?

I don't need no one.

They think she's been doing it to herself.

We should tell them.

Just been a bit of fun that we got carried away with.

Janet wouldn't do that.

She's not your daughter.

I don't forgive you.