All language subtitles for K9 And Company

ALL: (CHANTING) Hecate, Hecate, Hecate,
Hecate, Hecate, Hecate.

PRIESTESS: All I seek, with the voice
of Hecate, our greatest goddess.

I bring joy on earth.

Still not there.

Should've liked to talk to her
before I go.

What's the rush? I thought
you weren't going till after Christmas.

No, they want me a month earlier.

One of their other lecturers
has gone sick.

That's not what they're saying
in the village.

Oh? Why does Moreton Harwood
think I'm off?

I heard that woman in the post office...
What's she called, Grigson?

-Gregson.
-I heard her telling someone

you were being spirited away.

-Spirited away?
-That's what she said.

It's my guess, Lavinia, dear,

it's all due to that letter
you wrote to the Standard.

-Which one?
-The one about witchcraft.

Oh, pooh! That had to be said.

I'm a scientist, you know. I can't
tolerate that sort of mumbo jumbo.

Not on my own doorstep.

It's all very well for some.
They're very superstitious round here.

You're a comparative newcomer.

Even Howard has to tread very gently.

He has enough difficulty
keeping his staff, as it is.

Bill Pollock must be very pleased
you're going.

Why should he be?

Gives him a free hand
with the business, doesn't it?

Bill Pollock may be part owner,
but he doesn't run the place.

Oh, he's all right on the selling side,

but it's George Tracey
who runs the market now.

-He gives me the creeps.
-George?

-Hmm.
-He's all right, he's a very clever man.

Oh, no. Leave that one, please,
that's not to go.

(SIGHS) That's it. That's the last.
Thank you.

That is typical of my niece.

This was delivered to her so long ago,
I can't remember.

I had to bring it with me
when I came here.

-Whatever's in it?
-I have no idea.

I told her about it often enough,
but she's like a butterfly,

never in one place long enough
to lick a stamp.

If only I knew where she was.

When is she due here?

Oh, Friday week, the 1 8th.

-And your nephew? Brendan?
-Oh, he's my ward.

-Breaks up soon, doesn't he?
-Yes, next Friday.

This is his first visit here.

He can always come to me, you know.
Muck in with my lot.

That's sweet of you, Juno,
but it's all settled now.

I rang him yesterday.

He's going to stay on at the school
till Sarah Jane collects him.

-I'm looking forward to meeting her.
-You'll like her.

Miss Smith. I'm Tracey.

George Tracey. I work for Miss Lavinia.

-Is my aunt not here?
-She's in America.

But she wasn't due to go
until after Christmas.

She went last Sunday week.

She wouldn't go without telling me.

I know she wrote to you.

I haven't been home.
I was delayed. I've been abroad.

Something about a cable

to Reuters.

That's who I was working for.

Well, anyway,
welcome to Moreton Harwood.

Thank you.

Here are the keys.
That one's to the front door,

the others have got tabs.

If you want anything,
I'm in the cottage,

just past the market garden.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

International, please.

Yes, this is Moreton Harwood 778.

Could you tell me if a cable
has been sent from this number

during the past two weeks?

Will you? Thank you.

LAVINIA: It's to be hoped, dear,
that you will at last

find a feverish moment to open this.

It was crammed into the attic
at Croydon for years,

and I've just disinterred it again here.

(PHONE RINGING)

778.

Yes? There hasn't.
Well, thank you very much. Goodbye.

(DOORBELL CHIMING)

Hello. I'm Peter Tracey.
My dad sent me over.

He thought you might be able
to use this. It's a cup of tea.

Oh, how very kind. Thank you, Peter.

-Are you coming in?
-I better get back.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes, all right. Fine. Thanks again.
Can you close the door? Thank you.

778.

-Sarah.
-Who's that?

Brendan.

Brendan. Look, I was just
going to phone you.

I'm sorry, I got held up.

Well, I've only just arrived.

Look, it's a bit late now.
I'll come for you tomorrow.

-If you do, I'll be frozen solid.
-What?

I'm in a phone box at the station.

-What station?
-Chipping Norton.

-Look, what's the idea?
-I got fed up waiting.

Oh, you got fed up waiting.

I'd take a taxi
but I haven't got enough money.

No, no. I'm on my way.

-Thanks.
-Hmm.

He got fed up waiting.
Can't wait to meet him.

What did she say exactly?

-Aunt Lavinia?
-Well, who else?

Well, you could've meant Matron.

-When did she phone?
-The day before we broke up.

All she said was that I'll have to
wait at school for a week,

until you pick me up.

-Nothing else?
-No.

Nothing about the reason
for going off suddenly like that?

-Maybe they wanted her earlier.
-Just before Christmas?

The Americans don't go much
on Christmas, do they?

I think it's very odd.

She's all right, isn't she?

How would I know?
I've been abroad for the last fortnight.

-Are you home for good now?
-Here? Yes.

Good.

What's good about it?

Well, I was hoping
to persuade Aunt Lavinia

to let me go to
the local comprehensive here.

Oh, were you? Well, start persuading me.
I'm here to write a book,

not be a surrogate mum.

I'm old enough to look after myself.

Don't you like it at Wellington?

I think it's great
but I don't like boarding.

Aunt Lavinia's got a better library.

(CHUCKLING)

What do you know about market gardening?

-Absolutely nothing.
-Oh.

But Travis' father's in the business.

He says it's very scientific these days.

And I'm taking three extra O Levels.

Additional Maths, Physics and Biology.

Well, watch it, boy. Watch it.

(DOG GROWLING)

Jasper, sit!

(LAUGHS) Hello, hello.

My name's Bill Pollock.
I'm your aunt's partner.

Yes, Commander. We met two years ago.

Yes, we did.
I thought you might not remember.

Oh, this is Brendan Richards,
my aunt's ward.

-How do you do, boy?
-How do you do, sir?

You will forgive the intrusion,
won't you?

I was told you were here,
so I lit a fire.

How very kind.

I got used to just popping in
when your aunt was here.

The back door was always open.

-You live at Kingswood, don't you?
-Well, I did

but last year your aunt let me rent
the eastern wing here.

It was much better for the business.

No!

Man's best friend must know his place.

The most endearing trait in a dog
is total obedience.

Oh, I couldn't agree more. Do please...

-How is the business?
-Couldn't be worse.

We've had two terrible years.

If it doesn't pick up next year,
we'll go bankrupt.

Brendan says
it's all scientific these days.

-Does he now.
-Yes, sir.

-I've a friend whose father says that...
-Yeah, I've got friends, too, lad.

It isn't all science.
It's common sense and experience.

Mostly experience.

Your aunt was quite happy
to leave it to me.

Oh, as I shall be. Make no mistake.

-I've work of my own to do.
-Oh, capital.

Actually, though,
I'm a bit worried about her,

going off like this, suddenly,
without a word. It's not like her.

She tried hard to reach you,
I know that.

I think she sent a wire.

Well, not by telephone, I've checked.

You'd better check with Lilly Gregson
down at the post office.

Do you happen to know
who your aunt's hosts are in America?

No. I think it was arranged
by her agent.

-Well, there you are.
-Yes, but I'm not sure which.

Oh, well, somebody's bound to know.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

-778.
-Miss Smith?

-Yes?
-This is Juno Baker.

I am a friend of your aunt's.

-Oh, hello.
-Hello, my dear.

I heard you'd arrived.
All's well, I hope?

-Fine, thank you.
-Good.

I wondered if you'd like to come over
for a drink a little later.

That's if you're not too exhausted.

Well, that's very kind of you.

You can meet some of the locals

and we're only just
a little bit up the road.

Really, that's most kind of you.

-Would you let me think it over?
-Of course, my dear, don't feel pressed.

Just come if you feel like it.

We're at the lodge.
Anyone will direct you.

Yes, well, thank you very much,
Mrs Baker.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-She'll come.
-Good.

Well, if you want my opinion, don't go.
Keep away from them.

Howard Baker is our biggest competitor.

He's so big,
that what he loses on the swings,

he gains on the roundabouts.

And we haven't got any roundabouts.

-Well, I'll let you get on with it.
-Right.

I'll give you one other bit of advice.
Keep the back door locked.

-What's this?
-Precisely what I intend to find out.

Aunt Lavinia said she's had it for ages,
stuck away in the attic at Croydon.

-Well, what is it?
-I've no idea.

Ooh! Whatever it is, it's very heavy.

-Well, let's lift this.
-Oh. Pull.

(SARAH LAUGHING)

It looks just like a dog, a metal dog.

It's even got a nametag.

There's nothing on it.

It's got ears, tail.

-It's a mechanical dog.
-No legs.

No. Sort of wheels.

-What do you think it does?
-We could try asking it.

Chump.
You'll be taking it for a walk next.

-K9: Mistress.
-Don't muck about.

-It wasn't me.
-K9: I spoke, mistress.

-What?
-I am K9, Mark III.

-K9, Mark III?
-Affirmative.

Oh, K9.

Brendan, stop honking!

Where...

-Where are you from, K9?
-K9: From the Doctor.

-From the Doctor?
-Affirmative.

You can't mean, ''the Doctor''?

My precise meaning, mistress.
A gift to you.

Oh, Doctor, you didn't forget.

-Who is the Doctor?
-Affirmative.

He's a... Oh, he's a very,
very great friend of mine.

How is he, K9? I may call you K9?

-It is my designation, mistress.
-Well, how is he?

K9: No available data.
What is the Earth year?

1 981 , December 1 8th.

The Doctor last spoke
in 1 9 78 Earth years.

He said,
''Give Sarah Jane Smith my fondest love.

''Tell her I shall remember her always. ''

Thank you, K9.

-You're a computer?
-Affirmative.

-And a robot?
-Affirmative.

Just look at that. He's fantastic.

Negative. An efficient machine.

-What a find. Tri-Sec bus driver?
-Affirmative.

Bus driver?

Oh, bus is a microchip distributing data
throughout a motherboard.

-Oh.
-And a UART?

-Affirmative.
-What's that?

BOTH: Universal Asynchronous
Receiver Transmitter.

SARAH: Thank you.

-Nuclear battery?
-Affirmative.

-Self-charging?
-Naturally.

And I'll bet
he's got a holographic memory.

-Affirmative.
-I knew it.

Go on, surprise me.

Well, you see,
there's this hunk of crystal

and it's so microscopic
they need a laser beam to scan it.

-Right, K9?
-Affirmative.

Well, in effect it means he's got a...
An integrated memory.

-Like the human brain.
-Better.

-Well, quicker.
-Quicker and better.

No, no, boys. No arguing.
It's bound to be way over my head.

-I wonder what the Doctor would do.
-Mistress?

Oh. Yes, well...
My aunt, K9, she left here suddenly

a couple of weeks ago,
and she's not been in touch.

And I got this feeling, intuition,
there's something wrong.

What would... What would you do?

-Insufficient data, mistress.
-Oh. Oh, well.

Curiosity, cause of annihilation
of feline species

but also only means to human knowledge.

That's good. Isn't that good?

-That does it.
-What?

-I am going out.
-Where?

I don't know. I'll indulge my curiosity
at the post office.

Oh, I imagine you two will be able
to amuse yourselves without me?

-You bet.
-Affirmative.

I've been closing early Fridays
for years.

I've just made myself a cup of tea.
Would you like one?

Oh, I'd love one. Thank you.

Well, sit you down.
Make yourself at home.

Thank you.

Did you want anything special?

Yes, I wanted to send a cable.

No need to come here to do that.

You got the telephone, haven't you?

-Well, there was something else.
-Aah.

Did my aunt send me a telegram
before she left?

Through you, I mean.

She was never near me
for well over a fortnight.

Didn't even drop in to say goodbye.
Not like her.

Thank you.

-How about horticulture?
-Data on horticulture available.

Oh, great. I'll get a pencil.

Graphic notation unnecessary.
Data printout available.

Terrific. All you know then.

Available data considerable.
Suggest specifics.

All right. Soil analysis.

For that, soil sample required.

-Of course. You are clever, K9.
-Affirmative.

Be back in a moment.

Stay. Good boy.

(K9 YELPS)

Absent minded, was she, your aunty?

I don't think so. Well, not really.

A lot of clever people are, I've found.

Say they're gonna do a thing
and then forget about it completely.

Too much going on in here.

You're clever, too, I hear.
Work for a newspaper.

I did.

Your aunty would write to the Standard,
letters and that.

Yes?

-Upset some people.
-Did she? Why?

Wrote about witchcraft.

Witchcraft?

They're a bit sensitive about that
round here. It's traditional, you see.

A lot of people here about still believe
that the black art makes the crops grow.

''The black art''?

Well, that's what your aunty called it.
Upset a lot of people.

Are you saying it's still going on?

-What?
-The black art.

Oh, no.
All that stopped years and years ago.

But that doesn't stop people
believing in it. Country people.

-Do you want more tea?
-No, thank you, Mrs Gregson.

Call me Lilly. Your aunty did.

-Did you say you wanted to send a cable?
-Yes, I did.

-I'll get you a form.
-Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Sarah?

Sarah, look.
K9 has done a complete soil analysis.

What's more, comprehensive chemical
treatment for healthy advanced yield.

-Nothing about witchcraft?
-What?

Never mind.

Did you find out anything
about Aunt Lavinia?

-No, not a lot.
-Mmm.

I think I'll accept that invitation.

-What invitation?
-My neighbours, the Bakers?

I'm going over there for a drink.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Fruit cup. Not as innocuous as it looks.

Give her time, my dear.

Lavinia will be in touch with you
when she's cleared her mental decks

and not before. I know her of old.

Yes, how long have you known my aunt?

Mmm, since she moved here
about two years, isn't it?

We natives are usually
rather reserved with foreigners,

but I must say, we took to her at once.

I'll not deny it was because
she was something of a celebrity.

-Was?
-Still is, my dear, of course.

Knock that back.
It'll make you less prickly.

I'm sorry,
I didn't realise I was being prickly.

-It's just, I can't help feeling...
-Of course, you can't.

-You need a diversion.
-Yes.

You're a journalist.
There's somebody here you ought to meet.

Excuse me, please.

Come along, dear.
Excuse me, thank you.

Henry, there's somebody here
I'd like you to meet.

Sarah Jane Smith. Henry Tobias.

-Delighted.
-How do you do?

Henry is the editor
of the local Standard.

-You have five heuristic interfaces.
-Affirmative.

And you can rely on your memory
and your logic gates.

You don't need updating from time
to time from a piggyback board?

Affirmative. Affirmative.

-Affirmative, affirmative?
-To both questions, affirmative.

Aah.

(CLUNKS)

Sarah?

Sarah?

BRENDAN: Ah! Oh!

(SCREAMING)

Thanks, K9. What did you do?

I rendered aggressor insensible.
Suggest he is pinioned.

-Let me go.
-Who are you?

You've got to get away from here.

You and the girl.
You've got to get away.

-Why? Why did you attack me?
-Please, let me go.

Get away from here before they get you.

-Who's they?
-Get away.

Just get away. Go now. Now!

(K9 BEEPING)

(CRASHING)

What was that?

You could call it a brouhaha.
That's all.

Your aunt wrote a letter
complaining that she'd found evidence

that black magic rites
had been performed.

The correspondence page
was quite lively for three weeks.

But I'm sure it did your aunt
no personal harm.

You needn't have printed that letter.

No, but it amused me and I thought
it might amuse other people.

Nobody takes that sort of thing
seriously any more.

-They don't?
-No.

-Sorry to butt in. I've got to go out.
-Oh, Howard.

It won't be for long. I can't avoid it.

That's what you always say.

Go on then, off you go. Off, off, off.

Try the Cornell University Press.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you're still worried about your aunt,

the Cornell University Press
in New York.

Yes, thank you.
I'm hoping to get a reply to a cable

I sent today to her agent there.

If ever I can be of help,

-don't hesitate.
-Oh, thank you.

BRENDAN: It wasn't your fault, K9.

-Garden goblin not in my memory.
-Of course not.

It was the goddess Hecate's familiar.

A dog... A dog belching fire!

It got Peter. It got my son.

I swear. I swear by Arianrhod.

Peter, you led it here.
Curse you! You led it here!

They knocked me out but I've got away.

-You led it here.
-What?

-The dog.
-What dog?

I swear. I swear.

I locked the back door. I know I did.

And you didn't find out who he was?

He wouldn't say. He just kept saying
that we had to get away from here.

What did he look like?

He was dark, about 20,
he looked a bit like a gypsy.

Did K9 see him?

He did more than that. He clobbered him.

-You should have seen it.
-Oh! Well done, K9.

Congratulations unnecessary, mistress.

I'll see to this in the morning.
There is nothing we can do tonight,

except lock every door and window
in this place.

Come on.

-Good morning.
-SARAH: Morning.

Did you hear anything
of this last night?

-I was out. Over at the Bakers.
-Ah.

You didn't happen to see a large
white dog anywhere here, did you?

-Or over by the chapel?
-No.

George says a dog did this.

Yeah, well, if I catch him I'll...

I'll let Jasper here tear him to bits.

My guess is
whoever attacked Brendan did this.

-What?
-Brendan was attacked last night

by two men.

-Is this true, boy?
-Do you doubt my word?

No, no, of course. Don't be so touchy.

-What happened?
-Well, Sarah was out.

I heard a noise in the hall
and I went out there

and they jumped me.

I managed to fight off one
and the other ran away.

-Do you know who it was?
-No.

Would you be able to
recognise him again?

BRENDAN: Oh, yes.

Good. Good. We must tell the police.

I already have.

They're sending someone over
to take a statement.

Oh, good. It's been a bit
frightening for you, lad.

Something new around here.

-Was there anything missing?
-No, no.

Good. Well, that's something, I suppose.

Then let's just hope that
the police turn up with something.

And that the insurance company
coughs up.

I mean, there's up to
500 quid's worth of damage done here.

-What do you grow in this area?
-Not for growing.

It's gonna be a protective tunnel.

With shrubs and semi-hardy plants
to keep the frost off them.

It's a pH of about nine, I'd say.
Isn't that too alkaline?

Oh? What would you suggest?

Three hundred kilos
of ammonium sulphate?

No, not as much as that.

Over there, you got a pH of four.

Over there it's six,
over there it's as much as eleven.

There's more to growing than science.

Now, I've got my work to do.

You hurt George's feelings, I'm afraid.

There's not much
he doesn't know about care of the soil.

Don't you make the mistake,
young fellow, my lad,

that everything is in books.

Science doesn't control the elements.
At least, not yet.

You know that apple orchard of ours?

Well, last September,
just as we were due to pick,

we had a 1 3-second hailstorm.

Thirteen seconds.

Stripped the lot.

7,000 quid.

I stood and watched it happen.

-Over 500 quid a second.
-How dreadful.

-But you were insured.
-You must be joking. Insured?

An act of God.

Ah, here's your copper.
You better be off.

-See you later.
-Yes.

Come on, Jasper.
We've got to go dog hunting.

-You'll do as you're told.
-I can't.

You haven't got any choice!

The boy knows you.

You've nothing to lose
and everything to gain.

And what are you going to do with him?

-None of your concern.
-Yes, it is.

He's nothing. He means nothing.

-He's only a kid.
-Yes.

Now, you get him.

If I get caught, they'll put me inside.

You mean you'll get yourself caught?

You'll be safe inside?

You know better than that.

Hecate will seek you out.

She'll seek me out.

And her revenge will be terrible.

You know that.

(SOBBING)

-Go on, off you go.
-Why?

And make sure I've locked everything up.

You don't have to remind me. Good night.

Good night.

-Good night, K9.
-K9: Reciprocated.

Psst! Psst!

Hmm.

-That's interesting.
-K9: Mistress.

Some books on witchcraft.

SARAH: Brendan! Brendan!

-His bed's not been slept in.
-K9: Mistress?

It's dead.

Right.

I'm pretty sure I know who it was
who attacked Brendan.

K9: I must accompany. Mistress!

There's no one there.

Somehow I didn't think there would be.

Come on.

K9: I must remain, mistress.

-Leave you here?
-Affirmative.

-What have you got in mind?
-Stratagem, mistress.

Will report after dark.

-I suppose you know what you're doing?
-Correct.

Well, I'll get back to you tonight.

Miss Smith. Good morning.

-SARAH: Good morning.
-Good morning, Commander.

Good morning.

Brendan Richards, the boy
who was attacked on Friday night...

-I'm sorry Miss Smith, we...
-He's now missing.

-Missing?
-Disappeared.

And I believe that a man called Peter...

-Steady...
-I'm sorry, Commander.

I believe that a man called Peter Tracey
has something to do with it.

SERGEANT WILSON: I'll call you back.

The boy who was attacked
the other night.

I heard. Are you sure?

-I'm quite sure.
-How long has he been missing?

Since last night.
His bed wasn't slept in.

-Did he go out perhaps?
-No, I'm sure he didn't.

Any evidence of a break-in?
Anything like that?

SARAH: Nothing.

What makes you think Peter Tracey
is involved?

Well, doesn't he fit
Brendan's description?

This is a tricky one, Commander.

Peter got a suspended sentence
six months ago. Housebreaking.

In a sense,
he's in his father's custody.

-Then what are we waiting for?
-Peter's also missing.

His father came here last night.

Look, what's going on here?
My aunt goes off mysteriously,

then Brendan's attacked,
then he disappears.

Now, what is the matter with this place?

Now, try not to worry, Miss Smith.
We'll put out a general alert.

The wisest thing for you to do
is stay by the telephone.

But even that's out of order.

I want to talk to George Tracey.

He knows something about all this.

Hello, my dear.

-Have you heard from your aunty yet?
-No, not yet.

Oh, well, never mind.
No news is good news.

If I don't see you before,
Merry Christmas.

And to you.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

George?

George?

He's not here.
He's probably out looking for his son.

Unless, of course, he may have gone
to see his mother in Cirencester.

He usually does on a Sunday.
He'll be back.

-K9?
-Mistress.

You're very welcome
to come and wait with me.

It's very kind of you but...

I think I'll have a go at some work.
It might help.

All right, if you like.

I'll report your telephone
and I'll call round if I hear anything.

Thank you.

Oh, Brendan. Where the devil are you?

SERGEANT WILSON: Where is the boy?
GEORGE: I'll not tell you.

I can guess.
This is madness. It's criminal.

-It's survival.
-No. Not at that price.

You're bound.

There hasn't been a human sacrifice
since 1 891 .

You're bound by your oath.

I'm a policeman.

Hecate's laws are higher.

She sent her familiar to warn us.

The white dog.

Unless she's appeased,
she will destroy us all.

Sacrifice?

Brendan in great danger, mistress.

Come on, K9, let's go.

(ANIMAL CRYING OUT)

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

Who's there?

Is anyone there?

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

(BLEATING)

Witches?

George and Vince Wilson witches?

You must believe me.

-You said you actually heard them?
-Yes.

You don't seem very sure.

You have simply got to believe me.

All right, all right, all right.

Now, they took Wilson
to the hospital, did they?

Yes.

-What did they say?
-That it looked like shock.

No, I mean, the police.

I mean, you've just told the police
what you've told me.

Yes. Well, I don't think
they believed me.

It's hardly surprising, is it?

-A police sergeant a witch.
-But you do?

I've got to, haven't I?
I mean, you just told me.

-Oh, thank you.
-Yes, all right, all right. Come on.

But you've always wanted to be let in.

-No!
-But you've been chosen!

No!

-You will be initiated tonight.
-No!

But it must be complete
for the solstice.

No!

Then be sure,
you'll go like Vince Wilson

to everlasting fire.

No, there's nobody.
Nothing more we can do tonight.

But come first light,
we'll get to the bottom of this.

Come on, I'll take you back
and we'll lock every door in the place.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

PRIESTESS: I invoke thee and call
upon thee, oh, mighty mother of all,

bringer of all fruitfulness

by seed and root, by stem and bud,

by leaf and flower and fruit,

by life and love do we invoke thee.

Descend upon the body
of thy servant and priestess.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

And now he's gone.

Well, I've no one else to turn to.

My dear, you were quite right
to come here.

But Bill is always busy in the mornings.
He'll be about somewhere.

-He can't have disappeared.
-But he has.

I'd arranged to meet him.

All the doors were open, his coat there.

HOWARD: Here, try this.

Oh!

You don't believe a word of this,
do you?

My dear, you're upset.

Yes, of course, I'm upset.

The police politely suggesting I'm nuts
and you humouring me.

I didn't imagine it. I'm compos mentis
and an experienced journalist.

Well, of course you are.

But there must be
a rational explanation for all this.

Am I being irrational?

HOWARD: Wilson died
of a heart attack last night.

Am I saying he didn't?

My dear, black magic, witchcraft,
it's very romantic,

but this is 1 981 .

Aunt Lavinia found evidence.

Relics. I'm sure they're found
all over the country.

You're calling me a liar!

No, we're not. Now...

Where were you
when you overheard Tracey and Wilson?

Outside the Tracey cottage.

-HOWARD: They were how far away?
-They were inside.

Well then,
isn't it just possible you misheard

part of what they had to say?

No, it is not possible.

Darling, why don't you go home
and put your feet up.

I'll ring Dr Perry
and ask him to drop in on you.

Howard will find Bill for you

and he'll get your phone fixed.

He's not without some pull round here,
you know.

Yes. Thank you very much.

K9, I'm at my wits end.
I don't know what to do.

I don't know what else I can do.

I'm able to assist, mistress.

Require large scale map of the area.

-What for?
-Is map available?

Yes. There's an Ordnance Survey.

K9: Data,
witchcraft in England assimilated.

Primitive traditional belief
in rural areas,

cosmic forces control weather
to secure crops.

Occult ceremonies invoke such forces.

Most important ceremony falls
on winter solstice, December 22nd.

That's tomorrow. Here.

K9: Witch's power
increased by hallowed ground.

-Churches.
-Affirmative.

What signifies a church?

Oblong or ball with a cross on top.

K9: All churches identified.
A specific radius, please.

-Say, five miles.
-Better eight.

Can you work out the quickest route
to look at all of them?

-Affirmative.
-Right. We'll go now.

-We've got until tomorrow night.
-Negative, mistress.

December 22nd
begins after midnight tonight.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-My dear, I thought I'd just check

the telephone was working again.
How are you feeling?

-Oh, a little better, thank you.
-Good.

I've been talking to Howard

and we don't think
you should be left on your own.

Come to dinner.

-Tonight?
-Yes, take your mind off things.

And by then
we might have some news for you.

Oh, that's very kind of you but, well,
I'm a bit tired.

Oh, we won't be late. We'll have you
tucked up in bed well before midnight.

No, no, really,
it's more than kind of you but...

I think I'd be very poor company.

Very well, my dear.

But if you should change your mind,
we'll be delighted to see you.

Yes, thank you very much. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Come on, K9, let's go.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Could someone be trying to kill me, K9?

A possibility, mistress.

(BUZZER)

Three down, five to go.

Two more to go.

It's nearly 1 2:00.
K9, what am I going to do?

-Significance of simple cross?
-Chapel.

-Chapel?
-A sort of church.

-Please be specific.
-A private one. One with no parish.

There is one at the manor.

Oh!

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

1 1.57, mistress.

(CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

1 1.58, mistress.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

1 1.59, mistress.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

(WHISPERING) Come on, K9.

(K9 BEEPING)

1 1.59 and 30 seconds, mistress.

Hurry, mistress.

ALL: (CHANTING)
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate! Hecate!

Mistress, I must precede.

(SCREAMING)

(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTING)

Put that in your leader, Mr Tobias.

Oh! You okay? Hmm?

Mistress.

-You're a hit with the chief constable.
-JUNO: Oh, I thought he'd never leave.

He said Pollock and the others
will be up before the beak on the 29th.

Attempted murder.

You think all those newspapers
could be right?

-About what?
-Well, that there must be

other covens like that
all over the country.

it's possible, I suppose.

-Human sacrifice.
-Oh, you're human, are you?

(ALL LAUGHING)

I don't think it's very funny.

No. Well, I'll tell you something else
that's not very funny.

Aunt Lavinia once told me
that her investment in your education

-was to teach you just one thing.
-And what's that?

Never believe what you read
in the newspapers.

Yes, and would you believe this?

Four days ago,
I thought you two were part of it.

Part of what?

-The coven.
-Absurd.

(PHONE RINGING)

Baker. Oh, Lavinia.

And a Merry Christmas to you, too.

-Yes, she is.
-Aunt Lavinia? Oh!

Hello.

Merry Christmas, dear.

SARAH: Oh, Merry Christmas.

What are you doing there?

Brendan and I
just had Christmas dinner here.

-That was nice of them.
-Yes, they are.

But I do wish you'd have let me know.
It's taken me simply hours to find you.

Aunt Lavinia,
I didn't know where you were.

But I asked Bill Pollock to cable you
at your flat.

Oh, well, that explains that.

Look, why didn't you phone me?
I was worried.

Worried? I am more than capable
of looking after myself.

Yes, Aunt.

But, um, I tried to ring Bill Pollock
and there's no reply.

I hope everything's all right.

Well, I'll explain everything
when you get back.

As you wish, dear.

Oh, yes, there is something
I wanted to tell you.

Yes, dear?

Well, that box you left me...

# You wish we a Merry... #

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# We wish you a Merry Christmas

# We wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy New Year #