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♪♪ ("James Bond" theme)

-Eat PP7, Oddjob.

-My remote mine didn't go off.

-Because you're shit.

-WOMAN: Christina, bring up the washing.

-It's Lionel's turn.

-I don't want to, it's creepy down there.

-WOMAN: Lionel, now.

-(sighs)

-♪♪ -(video game noises)

(machine rumbling)

(machine powering down)

-Come on. Come on!

(rumbling)

(rumbling stops)

(machine beeps)

(door closes)

-VOICE: (whispering) Open the door.

♪♪

-(screaming)

Mom!

♪♪

(rhythmic knocking)

-Hello, partner.

You ready for another week on the front lines?

-Uh, yeah. Do you want to come in?

I'm just finishing up my breakfast.

-Uh, I mean, it'd be good if we could just get goin', really.

I've been to see Dave already, got the job sheet.

-Where are we off to first? -"Narfook."

-Uh...

-Norfolk. -Okay.

Uh, just-- Yeah.

-That's me as Princess Mononoke.

Fake fur, obviously.

-I love that film. Saw it twice this summer.

-Oh. Have they re-released it?

-Good morning, good morning!

-Ah. -You seem extremely chipper, Gus.

-Ha! Why wouldn't I be? It's a lovely day.

-Well, Friday night, you seemed a bit...

-Bit-- Bit what?

-Off. -Ah, you know, just tired.

Been a long day and then the whole possessed doll

talking in the voice of my dead wife thing just--

It misaligned me slightly.

-Sorry we didn't catch on the live stream.

-Isn't it? -HELEN: Imagine the traction.

-Yeah. -We still passed 2,000 subscribers.

-Every cloud. What are you doin' today?

You wanna-- You wanna tag along, ride shotgun with us?

-Ah, can I? -Yep.

-Hey, Gus, we're not going to anywhere haunted, are we?

-Oh, this guy. (mocking) It's not haunted, is it?

-(laughing) -No, it's not haunted.

What a cowardly lion. What are you doin'?

-You wanna come? -Oh, no, my fans are up in arms

about the lack of new content.

I've got to make a make up tutorial today.

-I hear that. Come on, guys.

Let's split. Hey, you gonna watch the eclipse later?

-Yeah. -Mind your eyes.

(laughter)

-MAN: I'm glad you're onboard.

So good to have you here.

-It's an honor. -Doctor. Doctor.

I really need to ask you something important.

-When I'm with my throng, you don't interrupt.

I thought we made that clear. What is it?

-Sorry, doctor, but I just wanted to ask

what I should do about refreshments

and onsite facilities for the event?

Maybe people would like a quick last toilet before the ascension.

-Sweet one, the last thing on the mind of these pilgrims

would be sandwiches and shitting.

Stop being so bound to this dimension.

It'll make the transference more painful.

Hm? Have you learned nothing from my teachings?

-Sorry, doctor. -Okay.

(tablet chimes)

-The eclipse will begin in eight hours.

-It is time.

♪♪

Suffer the little children to come unto me...

for theirs is the kingdom of Eternis.

(sighs)

♪♪

-Richard. -Good morning, Helen.

How are you today?

-Not too bad, actually.

About to do another video today.

I saw a classic John Carpenter film.

-Well, I'd like to look at it later on,

it's something to look forward to.

-What are you up to today?

-Just having a cup of tea, watching the telly.

Life insurance adverts, mostly.

-You want me to pop back then? We can watch me together?

-Richard? -Sorry. Have to go.

-Ri--

(clattering)

MAN (on radio): Our website...

...see the moon passing in front of the sun

without turning your eyes...

-Where are we going?

-I told you. Norfolk.

-So why did we just pass a sign saying

"Welcome to Leicestershire"?

-Uh, did I say Norfolk? I actually meant Leicestershire.

-Why are we going to Leicestershire?

I-- I don't-- I don't want to go to Leicestershire.

-ASTRID: What's wrong with Leicestershire?

-Elton, do you want to fill Astrid in on this one?

-You lied to me. -I lied to you.

That is rich comin' from him.

-What? What are you talking about?

-GUS: There's a little bit more than meets the eye

to Mr. Elton John.

Here, have a look.

Page 15.

-"Here in clear Leicestershire, 1997,

"the young boy insists his house

"is being terrorized by a fiery ghost,

"and despite of all efforts to discredit him,

"several factors, including lie detector tests

"and some minor structural damage,

would seem to corroborate his story."

I don't--

-That's a picture of my wife, Emily.

Look at top left.

♪♪

-Oh, God.

-Elton? -Yeah.

He was the case she couldn't crack.

-Elton.

Elton!

-(sighs)

-Who are you?

How are you doing this?

-You, uh, all right, boss?

-They're watching me.

-Who?

-I don't know, the Russians, the Chinese.

I mean, it could be anybody.

-Should we call somebody?

-Who do you propose we call?

Vladimir Putin? Xi Jinping?

Look, look.

They're filming me with my own security camera,

and sending me the footage. They're trolling me.

-Someone's hacked into Smyle?

-That's impossible. Smyle's unhackable.

-Well, can I help?

-If only Gus Roberts were here.

-ASTRID: Why didn't you tell us the truth?

-I couldn't tell you 'cause...

we couldn't tell anybody.

I swore I'd never go back there again.

(screaming)

I remember calling for help but no one could hear me.

When I escaped, things only got worse.

♪♪

My sister told my mom, my mom told a neighbor,

and then it just escalated from there.

(indistinct dialogue)

And then the scientists came.

(beeping)

They took over the whole house,

and they prodded me and took readings and measurements,

and asked me a bunch of questions.

(indistinct dialogue)

Journalists showed up demanding pictures and interviews.

(indistinct dialogue)

There were so many people, and yet, I still felt so alone.

They were knocking on the door at all times of the day,

most of them just being mean or nosy,

and some came to help but they all just hoped

to catch a glimpse of me.

♪♪

(car starts)

Eventually, we just ran away,

me, mom and dad.

-ASTRID: And Helen?

-ELTON: Yeah. Of course, Helen.

-ASTRID: I think I'm starting to understand

why Helen is the way she is.

-We've spent our whole lives moving around.

Why do you think I've had so many different jobs?

-Just thought you were a quitter.

-ELTON: It was a media circus.

We had to move and change our identities.

-I knew Elton John wasn't your real name.

-It's not. -What is it?

-Lionel Richie.

-Well, it's a pleasure to finally meet you,

Lionel Richie.

-Hello.

-Must have been awful for you.

-I've spent my whole life

seeing things that didn't make sense,

and it's all because of that house.

-No, no, no.

It was never about the house.

It was always about you.

You were the door that Mary Colford could sense.

-What do you mean, door? -A door, a conduit,

a gateway between worlds.

I have been working in paranormal investigation for 15 years,

and I've witnessed precisely fuck-o.

But in the months since I've met him,

I've exorcised a dead dog;

I've spoken to the ghost of a World War II soldier;

I've been assaulted by a rag doll

which is possessed by a serial killer. (chuckles)

-What's your point? -You're special.

I think you might need to go back to Hinkley.

When I went back to that hospital,

it helped me.

This might do the same for you.

Plus, you won't be alone, we'll be there. Right?

-Yeah. Plus, I mean, this could be great for the channel.

-We're not filming it.

-CBC. -No.

-Okay, to be fair, I've started to run trials already.

"The Hinkley Boy Returns."

-Look. Maybe you're right.

Okay, maybe going back is something I need to do.

Maybe I should have done it a long time ago.

But if we do it, we're doing it for me.

This one is just for us.

♪♪

-I just want the lights to go red during the eclipse.

-Is that so difficult? -No, I understand.

-Red. Just red.

Yep. Red.

This is an interdimensional transference,

not a fucking Pride march.

-Sorry. -(sighs) Shan't miss these morons.

The sooner we're rid of them, the better.

-Everyone's coming with us to Eternis.

-Yes. Yes, everyone's coming.

Mm. This I will miss. What is this again?

-Bold's two-in-one liquid tabs.

-Mm. Bold.

(sighs) I feel the boundary between worlds weakening

as the eclipse draws near.

But the Smyle signals still prevent us from crossing.

I just wish there was something we could do.

-What about the page?

Chapter 15, verse 97, of the incantation.

-The signal is stronger even than the magic of the page,

but now that I know how to block it--

Sweetness.

Would you do something for me?

-Anything.

-HELEN: And for those of you who haven't seen "They Live,"

it's this crazy sci-fi about aliens taking over the Earth

by controlling people's minds.

It's the kind of film where people seem normal but act weird

'cause they're not who you think they are.

♪♪

So, uh, what you'll need is some basic blue foundation.

-GUS: All right.

-I hate this place.

-We're right with you, Elton.

Hey, why does-- why does it say in Emily's notes,

"must contact Toynbee"?

Did she know him?

-I think she talked about it but...

nothing ever happened.

She stood right there.

Come, grab the expector. Let's go.

-They're not gonna let a bunch of strangers

into their house.

-No. One more knock, and then we'll leave.

(knocking)

-Ah. -Well.

Well, hello. Who are you, then?

-I'm Gus Roberts, this is my colleague, Mr. Elton John.

-Come in. Come in. -Oh!

Friendly man.

-MAN: So, what brings you to Hinkley,

and how can we help?

-Right. Well, um, in 1997, something happened

to my friend and colleague, Elton here, in your basement.

-Who is it, Dad? -This is Gus, Elton and Astrid.

-It's the Truth Seekers. -The Truth Seekers?

-They're paranormal investigators.

I've watched all their videos.

-I was your 2,000th subscriber. -Oh, really?

-Wow, we're famous. -GUS: Huh.

-Can I ask you some questions about your cases?

I'd love to hear all about them.

-Yeah, yeah, sure, why not.

-I'll put the kettle on. -Okay.

-BJORN: Boss,

I think I've discovered a way to uncover

who's behind all this trolling and hacking shit.

-Oh, Bjorn, try and form a sentence without swearing.

-Sorry. -Thank you. Carry on.

-Look.

If we use the Smyle masts,

we can triangulate the location of the troll.

-Bjorn, that's genius.

Well done, my boy.

How many pings from the hackers

before we get a precise location?

-Uh, three of the fuckers.

(pinging, trilling)

That's one down.

-The game's afoot.

-Yeah, we couldn't get Elton to leave the bloody dark side.

(chuckling)

-I thought you always pretend to be scared for the camera.

-No, no, that's, uh, genuine fear.

-We were hoping we'd be able to have a look in your basement.

-Of course. Charlotte, dear,

why don't you go and show these lovely people where to go.

-Thank you.

♪♪

-Ah.

-You can do this, Elton. -Yeah, yeah.

-Go on, mate.

(door creaking)

-Oh, my God! -BOTH: What?

♪♪

-This isn't what I remember at all.

There was this creepy washer/dryer thingy here

where the ghost came out of and...

there were all these weird noises.

And I had goosebumps.

This-- This is nice.

-I told you it's never been about the place, all right?

It's always been about you, Elton.

-Yes, so you say, but...

Gus, I don't feel anything at all.

-Look, I'm gonna get a bit more gear.

I think I'll go after the spirit pump in the van.

I'll be back in a bit.

(Gus groans)

(static)

-Thanks so much for doing this.

Are you ready?

-I really wanted to see Eternis.

-Alas, that is not to be.

Do you remember what needs to be done?

(speaking Latin)

(thunder cracking)

-I'm frightened.

-What?

-I said I'm frightened.

-Frightened?

You should be thrilled.

You get to help me live forever!

-I want to live forever with you,

my teacher.

-Whenever I gather with my fellow immortals of Eternis,

and talk of life here on this prison planet

before we gained our celestial emancipation,

we will remember you and your sacrifice.

Your name shall never be forgotten, Allegra.

-It's Laura.

(shouting in Latin)

(thunder)

(shouting in Latin)

(thunder)

(screaming)

-Hello?

Front door was open.

Richard?

It's me.

You sounded a bit off on the phone earlier,

so I brought some supplies from home.

My Uber driver was giving me really funny looks. Weirdo.

What the hell?

(trilling)

-Elton.

(trilling)

-It's happening again.

(gasps)

♪♪

-Richard?

(whirring)

♪♪

-TOYNBEE (on PA): My chosen ones.

My loyal followers. My flock.

-Huh. That's it.

No. (groans)

-(rattling) -Sorry, what's happening?

What's happening?

What is happening?

(voice sighing)

-It was me. Gus is right.

This is all because of me.

-Elton. There's something I need to tell you.

When I woke up in the hospital,

it was like a nightmare

I'd already woken up from a thousand times.

But the time I stayed awake was the time you appeared.

-What are you talking about?

-I haven't been telling you the whole truth.

(whooshing)

-Yes. Right.

Emily?

-Astrid, no. No! -It's okay, Elton.

(indistinct whispering)

-Wasn't her time.

You were the only one who could save her.

You were a shining door in the darkness.

I had to push her through,

back to the world of the living.

-Who? Who are you talking about?

-She's talking about me, Elton.

-I'm sorry, Gus.

-Searched for you for so long.

Why did you leave me?

-I didn't leave you.

I went to find a future for us.

An eternal future.

-So much that I didn't understand,

that I don't understand.

And then we stopped talking, and then you just disappeared.

-I'm sorry.

I wasn't allowed to tell you, it was secret.

Not until we knew it could be done.

-Knew what could be done?

Where did you go?

-I wanted us to be together in paradise.

But he murdered me.

-They told me you'd been killed in an accident.

-They lied.

-Who murdered you?

-Toynbee.

-You died in 1997 and you didn't think to tell me?

-I didn't know at first.

-When did you find out?

-At the hospital, when you and Gus

brought me fully into this world.

-The hospital?

That was a whole month ago, Astrid.

-A month is nothing, try 23 years, Lionel.

-At least I've been alive that whole time.

-Nice. -Now, now, you two.

-So wait. When we met,

what were you, a ghost, a zombie?

-I don't know what I was.

-Were you dead or alive?

-Don't be so binary.

-She was neither. Half in, half out.

Trapped in between.

And yet, whenever you were near, Lionel Richie--

-It's Elton John now.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-Whenever you were near,

I could push her back through to your side.

-He's going to try again. He has a whole army this time.

-So you-- you're trying to tell me that Dr. Peter Toynbee

intends to blow off the heads of 200 willing volunteers?

-The eclipse. -The eclipse?

Um, the eclipse is today.

-He's tainted their minds.

-I'm sorry I scared you, Elton.

-It's okay.

I'm not scared anymore.

-And my baby is safe.

Now, I don't think I was the only one who came through,

and we really should all be getting back so...

time to close the door, Elton John.

-I don't know how.

-Yes, you do.

You always have.

-(sighs)

♪♪

-Get to the power station, you've got to save them.

♪♪

-I love you, mum.

-Love you, too, Astrid.

♪♪

-Gus. -Yeah?

-I love you.

-I love-- -(cell phone rings)

Fuckin' hell.

Emily?

-Elton. -(gasps)

-I love you. -(cell phone ringing)

Hey, Helen.

-Sorry about the make up.

It's a wee bit of a shock.

-What's up?

-Your dad's been acting strange,

so I came over to check if he's okay,

-and he's gone. -Gone where?

-Well, the door was open, and the house is empty.

-Odd. -No, no, what's odd

is that he's trashed the house,

and he's made this weird model. See?

-I know exactly where that is. Let's go.

Helen, clean yourself up, we're coming to get you.

-Hello?

Hel--

-GUS: We've got four hours to pick up Helen

and get to Portsmouth.

Dark side, don't fail me now.

♪♪