17x09 - The Devil Rides Out

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BRAKES SCREECH

BELLS TOLL

Mark of the devil, you see. He seeks the blood of the innocents.

I reckon it's car paint.

You can buy it in spray cans now. Vandals love it.

But look at the effigy! The symbol of Christ impaled.

It looks more like a bit of straw to me.

What if we've been targeted? I've read about it.

Followers of the dark arts

are always looking for a quiet rural church

where they can hold a black mass.

You probably have been targeted.

Most likely by some scooter lads from Whitby.

They've been seen spray-painting recently.

Then why do I feel an evil presence?

Yeah, they can be evil little so-and-sos.

Don't you worry, Vicar. We'll catch them.

It was just lying in the road.

I kept thinking, this could have been Deefer.

Has it got an address on the collar?

It belongs to the Carters in Brock Lane.

They can't be bothered to walk it. They just let it out.

Must have happened last night.

I'd better let the owners know. Unlikely we'll find out who did it.

It might be worth your while taking a trip to the Hall.

Lord Ashfordly? I thought he was a dog lover.

He's got his godson staying with him. A right Flash Harry.

He was in the pub last night, knocking back the whiskies.

He drives around in this... fancy sports car.

Do we have a problem, Mason?

I'm not sure, My Lord.

There was a dog was run over last night, not far from here.

Right. You'd better come inside.

CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY

This is Charles Enderley, my godson.

- Constable Mason. - Morning.

I gather that's your car outside, Mr Enderley.

That's a nasty dent in the wing. What happened?

I really couldn't say.

Look, it was dark. This...

A dog ran straight in front of me. There was nothing I could do.

Honestly, Charlie, it wasn't my fault.

If you run over a dog,

it's an offence not to report the matter to the police.

- Well, I'm telling you now. - Were you drunk?

Chaz, er... let me have a word with Constable Mason, would you?

You'll find coffee in the kitchen.

I'm not going to make excuses for him, Constable.

- He probably was drunk. - Probably?

Chaz's parents were very good friends of mine.

d*ed when he was four years old.

Since then, Chaz has been like a son to me.

His life... Well, he's been having a few problems lately.

And that's why he's here to rest and recuperate.

Well, under the circumstances, I'm prepared to issue a caution.

- Jolly decent of you. - As for the dog...

Oh, Charles will make reparations to the owners, I'll see to that.

You see to it that he doesn't drink and drive as well.

If I catch him, I'll nick him.

Whatever the Reverend John Peggotty says

needs to be taken with a pinch of salt.

Well... it all sounds a bit spooky to me.

What about my dinner party? Are you gonna come?

Carol, I'm not really feeling...

I know, but it would be a special favour to me.

Chris has invited these people from the hospital

and I'm not the greatest cook in the world.

I'm worried I'll get myself in a mess.

I suppose I could make a dessert and bring it over beforehand.

- But I don't want to stay. - I knew you wouldn't let me down.

- About seven? - Well, that's if Oscar can manage.

Don't worry. I'll manage.

And the dog was black.

You know, like the... hounds of Satan.

They come first, you know.

- I mean, that's why Mrs Frost... - David, what are you on about?

You know. Goings on.

- Well, the vicar says... - The vicar?

I haven't come across one of them yet

that hadn't had his hand in the collecting plate.

That's not a very charitable view, Mrs Armstrong.

Yeah, well, charity begins at home. Now let's be having you.

I've got a list a mile long

and I want to be finished before dinnertime.

Er... no, I'm sorry. I-I can't.

- What? - I'm off. There you go.

Hey, what's going on?

I've just promised to look after the garage for Mr Scripps.

What?

Association of Funeral Directors annual conference.

We're in Skegness this year.

I hear it's very bracing. I'm putting in an extra pullover.

- He can't! I need him! - Well, Aunt Peggy, I've promised.

Sorry, Peggy. See you next Tuesday.

And how am I supposed to manage?

And don't forget what I told you, David. Toodle-oo.

I suppose you're pleased with yourself?

How much is he paying you, eh?

Oh, Aunt Peggy, I wouldn't dream...

No, you wouldn't. That's the trouble with you.

Er... Aunt Peggy, that'll be, er... five bob, please.

On tick, love.

Ah. No, now, Mr Scripps, he said absolutely no tick,

especially not for that...

As far as I'm concerned, all this talk of Satanism is nonsense.

If a church door is vandalised, that spells hooligans with pots of paint.

Or spray cans.

We've had a report of another dog run over.

If dogs are getting run over,

that spells dangerous, probably drunken, drivers.

There is a lot of gossip, Sergeant, about funny goings on.

It doesn't help that the vicar is stirring things up.

Let's stick to the facts, shall we?

I'm not superstitious myself,

but the roots of these old religions do go deep in these country areas.

Don't you start, Alf.

I want a clampdown on motoring offences.

I want scooter lads and any other likely hooligans.

Well, what are you waiting for? Get out there!

So, I said to him, "Sorry, old chap."

"You either pull your trousers down for me

or I'll get Matron to do it."

LAUGHTER

- You made that up. - No, no, no, it's true.

And you should have seen the size of it!

LAUGHTER

Oh, hey, let me help.

Thanks.

OK, seeing as I'm on a little bit of a roll,

give me the name of a Lord.

- WOMAN: Erm... Robinson. - OK. So, Lord Robinson...

All this hospital humour must seem a bit childish to an outsider.

I've heard my fair share of blue jokes.

Well, you would, running a pub.

Oh, so they've filled you in about me, have they?

Not really.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION FROM NEXT ROOM

LAUGHTER

They did tell me about your bereavement.

Well, I suppose everyone has to be warned in case I break down

or get drunk and embarrass them.

Well, I'm all in favour of drunk and embarrassing.

If you fancy giving it a go, count me in.

You don't strike me as a typical doctor.

Maybe that's because I'm a shrink.

Most doctors think psychiatry is a bit of a cop-out

for those too soft to get their hands dirty.

Right. I get it. They think I need help.

No, no, no. Gina... You've got the wrong end of the stick.

I've just arrived at the hospital. I don't know anyone.

Chris took pity and invited me round.

It's the truth. I promise.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION FROM NEXT ROOM

LAUGHTER

One of the, er, dogs up at the Hall, erm... just had a litter.

Perfect. I'll get my jacket and take you round there.

Morning.

You must be Gina's father.

Guess again, sonny.

Er... Paul Hammond. I work at the hospital.

She's inside.

Poor old Charlie. He's done his best.

Spent my childhood in a series of grim but expensive boarding schools.

It was probably the music that saved me.

- Which bands were you in? - Oh, nothing any good.

I was a rubbish guitarist. Had a good ear, though.

I worked in promotions for a while, then went across to the States.

And when psychedelia came swinging into London, I came with it.

Managed a couple of bands.

- None you've ever heard of. - Try me.

- Hounds of Satan? - They were great.

I bought the album. Whatever happened to them?

No... Look, it's a long story.

Ended badly, like most things.

There's been some revolutionary work going on in the bereavement field.

And, er, I thought this might help.

I don't see how reading a book's gonna help me get over Phil.

You know, we're too buttoned up in this country.

Stiff upper lip. Soldier on.

Other cultures have... elaborate grieving rituals.

Some even use hallucinogenic dr*gs.

In Mexico, they have a Day of the Dead.

Oh. That sounds a barrel of laughs.

Well, I thought opening things up a bit might help.

Look, I don't need a shrink, OK?

I've got a lot of good friends.

I have the odd gin and tonic, yeah. And I get on with it.

I'm not trying to be your shrink.

I hoped I might qualify as a potential friend.

Anyway, erm...

Here's my number if you should ever need it.

And, er, hope to see you around.

Now... Which one of you would like this?

You put your hand on the back. That's it. Hold her tight.

Two drunk drivers.

Breathalysed them as soon as they drove out the pub car park.

Well done, Wetherby.

I-I didn't actually make any arrests,

but I stood outside the pub and advised people not to drink.

You've got to wait for them to cross the line, then you nab them.

Surely preventing accidents is better than letting them happen.

All right, I didn't ask for a ruddy debate.

I don't know what you're smirking at, Mason.

Have you collared those scooter lads yet?

I haven't really had the chance.

Sorry, Sarge. It's the vicar from Eltering. He's asking for Mason.

He sounds a bit upset.

I told you we'd been targeted. But would you listen?

- Try and calm down, Vicar. - There he is!

Like a wild animal.

God knows what unspeakable things they've done to him.

HYSTERICAL MUTTERING

No!

Chaz? My God.

He's in some kind of psychotic state.

Has he been att*cked?

CHRIS: He's certainly bashed his head,

but I wouldn't say that was the cause.

We'll know more when we get the test results back.

Could this be self-inflicted?

He does have a history of drug addiction.

It could certainly be drug-induced. I'm not sure about self-inflicted.

Even if he did take something,

it doesn't explain how he ended up in such a mess.

You'd be surprised, Mason.

He's been picked out of the gutter more times than I care to remember.

This is my colleague, Dr Hammond. He's a psychiatrist.

I've asked him to assess his mental state.

So what's your theory, Dr Hammond?

He's obviously out of his mind, but what caused it?

Most of us are out of our mind at some point or another, Sergeant.

We just don't like to admit it.

- Is this drug-induced? - Possibly.

Can you tell us any more?

Not yet. Not really.

The human mind is fragile.

It takes time and patience to unravel its mysteries.

Right. Well, when you've sorted your ideas out,

perhaps you'd let us know.

Of course, Sergeant. We'll be in touch.

Ruddy doctors.

DAVID: 'It's Lord Ashfordly's godson.'

He's seen the devil and they took him off to hospital in an ambulance.

I knew no good would come out of you minding that garage.

You spend all your time gossiping.

If it can happen to the likes of him, it can happen to any of us.

There's not a thing you can do about it.

Well, that's where you're wrong, David.

A posy of hawthorn.

It's an old country remedy for warding off the devil.

We've got tons of that in our backyard.

Really? Well, that's lucky, then, isn't it?

DAVID: Hawthorn?

Do you know what Chaz was in the habit of taking?

Pretty much anything he could get his hands on, I gather.

But it's this LSD stuff that sent him off his rocker this time.

If he was back on the dr*gs, where was he getting them from?

I've no idea. I've searched his room top to bottom.

Been through all his things, the car, the lot.

All I found was a bottle of whisky.

I've had a right morning of it.

Half my old ladies are convinced

the whole village has been taken over by a coven of witches.

Fancy some lunch?

Gina?

Oh, hey, come here.

It will get easier. I promise you.

I went to the doctor's last week.

If he's wanting to put you onto medication,

frankly I'd say no.

Grief is a natural process. It has to play itself out.

I had a letter this morning.

He says I'm pregnant.

I'm gonna have Phil's baby.

- That's wonderful news! - Is it?

I telephoned the bishop this morning.

We're going to need an exorcist.

Vicar, I think it's very important that we don't overreact.

Sergeant, this is a battle for souls.

Look at what they did to that poor boy.

It remains to be seen just exactly what was done to him and by whom.

VICAR: I'm so sorry, Sergeant.

Looks like you've got a few problems.

Leaks like a sieve.

The congregation's dwindled to nothing as a result.

Until we can get a clearer picture of what happened here,

you'd better keep the church locked.

I don't intend to give in to the forces of evil

and simply creep away.

GEORGE: Neither do I.

Now, I know it might be tempting to use this to drum up business.

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

But we better all keep quiet

until we're in full possession of the facts. Agreed?

I suppose this was Peggy's idea?

The hawthorn? Whole flipping night making them.

Anyway, they reckon it works.

You sold any?

Given a couple away.

Right, er... that'll be six bob.

Thanks, David.

Er... car's a bit of a mess.

I tell you what, I'm, er... not doing much this morning.

Shall I give it a wash for you?

You're a good 'un, aren't you?

Thanks, David. I'll leave it with you.

- It must have happened last night. - You didn't hear anything?

I think Sergeant Miller should be treating this more seriously.

It's funny, that.

JOE: Just the one row picked out from all the others.

The only, er, good news on the horizon

is that we're finally getting our roof fixed.

Hounds of Satan?

It's the band that Chaz Enderley used to manage.

Hardly surprising he's turned out like he has.

All these long-haired rockers. I can't stand them.

You have to go a long way to b*at Elvis.

Look at the picture, Sarge. A row of headstones daubed in red paint,

just like in Eltering churchyard.

Maybe he is our vandal, then.

Except that the vandalism happened last night.

And Chaz is still in hospital.

David. What are you playing at?

I'm washing Gina's car.

I can see that. Is she paying you?

Well, I couldn't charge her. She looked so down in the dumps.

I thought it might cheer her up a bit, that's all.

And what about my posies? Have you sold any?

Two. I gave Mrs Frost one for free because...

Well, she hasn't got much.

Oh, what am I going to do with you?

I'm trying my best. All you ever do is have a go at me.

If you will make ridiculous promises to Bernie Scripps...

Have you come down from the rafters, yet?

I've had worse trips.

Do you remember this?

What's going on, mate?

You can't fool me. You're in it with the rest of them.

Them? Who's them?

They're out to get me.

I didn't take any stuff.

- They all think I did. - I don't.

Someone's done exactly the same as this

to the graves in Eltering churchyard.

Who, Chaz? And why?

GIGGLES

GIGGLES HYSTERICALLY

It's a bit quieter in here.

Thanks for inviting me.

Sit down.

You've been crying. Which is good.

The slightest thing seems to set me off.

- Like what? - I don't know.

When we... first lose someone, we can't get them out of our head,

but in time... - Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Everyone keeps telling me that.

You're very angry with him, aren't you?

SIGHS

I'd like to give him a piece of my mind

for leaving us in the lurch like this.

"Us"?

It's just a manner of speaking, isn't it?

Is it?

You're not, erm... not pregnant, by any chance, are you?

No. No, of course I'm not.

Gina, I can understand why you'd want to keep it quiet,

but... I'm probably the one person round here

you can talk to in complete confidence.

No-one else knows. Except Carol.

It's a hard one.

Do you... want to have a baby?

How can I? I'm just about holding myself together.

I just can't seem to stop crying.

If I was to put my doctor's hat on for a minute,

the obvious question would be... do you want to have a termination?

No.

I don't know. What will people think?

It doesn't matter what people think.

Your life has to go on.

You have to do what's best for you.

Frankly...

No-one else needs to know.

We're all just an experiment to him. Ants under a microscope.

JOE: Who are you talking about?

Wants to pluck out our brain, see what makes us tick.

- Do you mean Dr Hammond? - I'm not paranoid.

They're out there, just biding their time.

- Who is? - This was just a wake-up call.

I can only help you if you tell me what this is all about.

I can't stay here. I can't stay here any longer. I've got to get out.

You're probably safer here than you would be anywhere else.

I'm not saying I don't deserve it.

Just make sure they write it on my headstone, that I'm sorry.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

SOBS

Well, you see, Joe,

what you do is you take out the black disc inside,

you put it on turntable and play it. It's called a record.

No kidding(!) They'll make a detective out of you yet.

As to what's on the record,

in this case, I don't think we can call this music.

I think you're being a bit judgmental there, Don.

You see, I don't think

that popular music begins and ends with Elvis Presley, you know.

AS ELVIS: You looking for a fight, boy?

Get off, you daft ha'p'orth! Get off!

If you two are short of a job, I can soon find you something.

- No, Sarge. Sorry, Sarge. - HE MOUTHS

Test results have come through from the hospital on Chaz Enderley.

It seems like he's taken a massive overdose of LSD in tablet form.

They're surprised it didn't k*ll him.

That doesn't tell us if it was self-inflicted.

We have to rely on the good Dr Hammond for that. Come on.

AS ELVIS: ♪ Uh-huh-huh

AS ELVIS: Thank you very much.

I can't say for sure what actually happened, but I can only theorise.

Given Chaz's history, I'd say the LSD was self-administered.

- He's denied that to me. - Well, he would, wouldn't he?

No drug addict is going to tell the police the truth, are they?

There have been incidents of vandalism at the church.

Could he be responsible?

Acting out Satanic fantasies is certainly possible behaviour,

but again, all I can give you is an opinion.

He thinks that someone's out to get him.

Yes, well, paranoia is pretty standard, too.

He thinks everybody's out to get him.

That, you can be fairly certain, is all in his mind.

Well, thanks for your time, Doctor.

Well, that wraps that up, really.

But the graves at the church were vandalised while he was here.

- Back to the scooter lads. - Sarge...

Mason, we don't want to go looking for crabs where there are none.

It's clear he did this to himself.

Let's get those scooter lads before they do any more damage.

Come on, I've arranged for you to do some deliveries.

I can't. I've got to watch the garage.

Well, this is paid work, not charity.

Surely you can shut up shop for this afternoon.

No, I can't. I promised. And I've got to finish this.

Oh, you are completely useless.

All you're doing is putting money in Bernie Scripps's pocket

while he's swanning off to Skegness.

And what's more, you're washing cars for nowt.

That's really unfair. A promise is a promise.

Ah, well done, David. You're doing a grand job.

Yes, he is. And you should be paying him.

The lad shouldn't be grafting for nothing.

You know, for once, she has a point. Here we are. Take that.

- Oh, no, Mr Blaketon... - No, go on, I insist.

And a good waxing, if you've got the time.

- Can I get you anything? - GINA: No, thanks.

I had a drink with Paul Hammond last night.

We talked about me having an abortion.

- Is that what you want? - That's the trouble. I don't know.

This whole thing of me having a baby.

I can't cope with any of it, Carol.

Don't make any decisions in haste.

It's early days. You've still got a bit of time.

I just keep thinking about Daniel. I couldn't go through that again.

Just because you lost one baby

doesn't mean to say that you'll lose another.

Maybe I owe it to Phil. He so wanted kids.

It's not about owing.

This is about your life, now and in the future.

Just... don't go closing any doors yet, eh?

- CHRIS: Sorry, am I, erm...? - No, I'm just going.

I only popped in for a chat. You're about to have your tea.

CAROL: Gina's been talking to Paul Hammond.

You, er, seeing him professionally?

- Well, I might do. - I'd be a bit cautious.

- I thought he was a mate of yours. - Well, he is, sort of.

He's not making a very good impression at the hospital.

Turns out he's got some pretty peculiar ideas.

Like what?

Well, he's into all this... alternative psychiatry.

- You know, R D Laing and his mates. - Never heard of him.

He's their guru.

He thinks that it's societies and families that are mad,

not the actual patients.

Well, I like Paul. He's easy to talk to.

Well, a lot of it's just gossip.

I thought it was only fair to warn you.

Well, I've had a lot of people gossip about me in my time,

and usually it's small-minded rubbish.

See you, Carol.

MUSIC: 'Working at the Carwash Blues' by Jim Croce

♪ With no double martini

♪ In any highbrow society news

♪ Cos I got them steadily depressin'

♪ Low down mind-messin'

♪ Working at the car wash blues

♪ Yeah, I got them steadily depressin'... ♪

Useless, am I? I'll show her.

ENGINE REVS

Chaz!

I'm glad you came.

I just don't know what to do.

I can't think straight.

You've got to let go, Gina.

Let go of your dead husband. Lay him to rest.

I'm not sure I want to.

- I'm not sure I can. - Life throws these things at us.

It's my job to help people find their way through.

And frankly, psychiatry's not been too good at that in the past.

I've heard you've got some nutty ideas.

That is the general consensus.

However, I don't think any doctor has the right answer

for things like this.

- We just pretend we know it all. - I've met a few of them.

However...

I can tell you what has worked for patients in the past.

And for me, personally. If you like.

OK.

You're in pain, you take an aspirin.

Modern medicine is all about chemical intervention.

When my father d*ed... I dropped a little acid.

What, you mean LSD?

It's not as outlandish as it sounds.

Sometimes escaping the constraints of the conscious mind can...

..can be the best route to healing.

It's like... taking a little holiday.

I couldn't take dr*gs. Phil would never forgive me.

Well, that's the problem, isn't it, Gina?

He's still here.

I don't want to get out of my head on dr*gs to forget him.

- Where would that leave me? - A new beginning?

Look... I'm sorry, Paul.

I know you're only trying to help, but I'm not like you.

No-one says you have to be.

I've used drug therapies with a lot of patients.

I've had some good results.

- But if it's not for you... - No.

No, it's not. Thanks, anyway.

I'll see you around, eh?

MUSIC: 'Take a Heart' by The Sorrows

♪ You shouldn't do that

♪ Seen you walk that floor

♪ Just a-thinking of you

♪ You seen me walk that floor, baby...

BRAKE PEDAL CLICKS

♪ Somebody help me...

TYRES SCREECH

♪ Tell me what to do

♪ Send me an SOS

TYRES SCREECH

♪ My heart's in distress

♪ Won't somebody please

HE SCREAMS

♪ Take her place

♪ Well, I found her there

♪ Searching everywhere

♪ Oh, you shouldn't do that (Oh, you shouldn't do that)

♪ Oh, you shouldn't do that (Oh, you shouldn't do that)

♪ Oh, you shouldn't do that (Oh, you shouldn't do that)

♪ Oh, you shouldn't do that ♪

Ooh, what's all this, then?

- DAVID: See? I'm not useless. - David, I never said...

Oh, you did.

Hey... Not bad.

Well, I've got these two waiting and another two coming back later on.

You know, if you felt like it, you could pitch in and lend a hand.

I could do with it.

David... I don't think you need me.

- Hiya. - CAROL: Hiya.

I reckon I owe Chris an apology.

He was right about Paul Hammond.

Why? What's happened?

He tried to talk me into taking LSD. To help me get over Phil.

He offered you dr*gs?

Yeah, but I think he was only trying to help.

Gina, you're too trusting. Get in.

What happened?

Someone decided to drink a bottle of whisky for breakfast.

Look, it was the brakes, all right?

I tried to get out of the way of the bus but nothing happened.

It's the truth.

- GEOFF: Can you see anything? - Yeah. The brakes have been cut.

Are you all right? Why did you drive off like that?

Sorry, Charlie, I've, erm...

I've caused you a whacking load of trouble over the years, haven't I?

We're waiting for the police surgeon.

He was breathalysed over the limit so we need a blood sample.

I don't understand why you just up and left.

I had... to get away.

We think the brakes in his car might have been tampered with.

We're having it properly checked out.

This was deliberate? I mean, who would do such a thing?

- I was just asking Chaz that. - Look... the doc was right.

I'm paranoid, so why don't you just book me for drunken driving

and put me in a... cell or something.

Right. Sixpence a car.

That's what I'm paying.

What's going on?

Well, you said you needed help. Well, here it is.

Go on, you lot. Get stuck in.

That's right.

We're going to charge a bob a car,

pay the kids half, and make % profit.

What's all this "we"?

PEGGY: Whether you like it or not, my entrepreneurial skills

have just transformed this little enterprise.

Get off! Look, this is my car wash.

- I thought of it. - And I've just made it profitable.

Brain... Brawn. Division of labour, they call it.

CHILDREN GIGGLE

Oi! This is serious stuff.

Now, no mucking about or you'll have to answer to the boss here.

Gina Bellamy reckons you offered her LSD, Dr Hammond.

Is that correct?

Gina is a recently bereaved woman. I was trying to help her.

By giving her dr*gs?

That's what doctors do, Sergeant. They prescribe remedies and cures.

LSD is not a regular medicine, though, is it, Doctor?

You're familiar with its pharmacology?

I'm not a university-educated man like you, Doctor.

Perhaps that's why I find your notions hard to follow.

On the one hand you are treating Chaz Enderley,

who practically k*lled himself with an overdose of LSD.

Or so you say.

That is a completely different situation.

On the other hand, you advised Gina to take the stuff.

Chaz is an addict.

And if you had your way, Gina could become one.

That is complete nonsense.

I must advise you, Doctor, that we are actively investigating

the possibility that someone is out to harm Chaz Enderley.

He is not just paranoid.

I gave a medical opinion based on the facts available to me.

I've done nothing wrong.

I think this conversation is over.

You've made a decision, then?

Yeah. I don't know how I'm going to manage

but I could never have an abortion.

I don't know why I even considered it.

You were desperate.

I think you've made the right decision.

Yeah. So do I.

It's going to be hard without him,

but... he's left me with an unexpected gift.

And I realise that now.

I'm releasing you on Section .

Bail, pending the results of your blood test.

In view of the suspicious circumstances involving your car,

I suggest you move back to Ashfordly Hall

and stay there until this matter is resolved.

If you have any idea who might want to cause you harm...

I'll let you know. OK?

Right, then.

He knows. He's just not saying.

It doesn't exactly give us much to work on, does it?

My money's on that dodgy doctor.

Get on the phone. See what you can find out about his background.

I don't see what motive Dr Hammond could have

to harm Chaz Enderley.

Well, if you've got any other ideas... let me know.

And why Eltering Church?

Surely Ashfordly Hall's in the Aidensfield parish?

Well, they've had their fair share of problems over at Eltering.

The congregation's down to nothing.

JOE: Yeah, the vicar told us that.

So how come he can afford a new roof all of a sudden?

Can I get you anything?

A large scotch wouldn't go amiss.

Just kidding.

Look, I just want you to get your health back.

I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you.

I'm sorry I turned out to be such a disappointment.

Don't talk rot.

I'm off to the village. I'll see you later, all right?

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

BELL RINGS

Ah, er... Constable Mason.

Er... this isn't really a very good time.

I have an elderly parishioner with me, recently bereaved...

Where did you get the money for the roof from?

- Well, I, er... - You don't mind if I come in?

Guilty conscience?

I think it's time you told me the truth, don't you?

I didn't realise how far they planned to go.

I did it for the church.

Is this who we're talking about? The Hounds of Satan?

I caught them with these blasted cans of paint.

I know I should have called the police then.

- Why didn't you? - They apologised.

Offered me money to repair the damage.

And for the roof.

It was like... the answer to all my prayers.

I honestly thought that would be the end of it.

But it wasn't.

I realise I've been a complete fool.

All this rubbish about Satanism and needing an exorcist.

I think you've been more than that.

They told me what Enderley had done.

He's a thief. He ruined their careers.

I persuaded myself that... justice was being done.

You found Chaz Enderley drugged and left for dead

in your own church, and you thought that was justice?

I didn't realise that's what they were planning!

They said they just wanted to scare him a bit.

What are you going to do with me?

I feel so ashamed.

- As God is my witness, I never... - Where are they now?

I don't know.

But I think they mean to k*ll him.

I'm begging you guys, I'm gonna pay back every penny, I swear!

We've heard it all before, man. You and your promises.

I can get you your money.

We'll make you pay, all right, but not that way.

Delta Alpha Two-Four to control, over.

Do you like acid, man?

We're making a fortune selling it now.

Thought you might like to sample our wares.

You're really gonna love this.

SIRENS

MUSIC: 'Slow Down' by Gerry and the Pacemakers

♪ Well, come on, pretty baby, won't you walk with me?

♪ Come on, pretty baby, won't you talk with me?

♪ Come on, pretty baby, give me one more chance

♪ Try to save our romance

♪ Slow down

♪ Baby, now you're moving way too fast

♪ Won't you gimme little loving

♪ Gimme little love

♪ Ooh, if you want our love to last

♪ Well, I used to walk you home, baby, after school

♪ Carry your books home, too

♪ Baby, now you're after a diamond ring

♪ Baby, what're you trying to do?

♪ Woo, baby, slow down

♪ Baby, now you're moving way too fast...

In case you hadn't noticed, you're nicked.

♪ Ooh, if you want our love to last ♪

It would have been easier for us if you'd told us who they were.

Why didn't you come to me, Chaz?

- I couldn't. I was too ashamed. - Am I so unapproachable?

No. Look, you don't understand.

I was their manager.

I... ripped them off, destroyed their careers,

just to pay for my drug habit.

Is that what you meant when you said it ended badly?

I suppose I didn't want you to see how low I'd sunk.

Right, that's shillings and six.

Ooh. That's a lot of cars in one day.

Yeah, I suppose the kids did make some difference.

We got through a load more cars.

Guess I am pretty useless on my own.

No, you're not.

Anyway... -... partner.

Oh, no. No, it's your car wash. I don't want...

Well, if you insist.

I wanted to say goodbye.

Look, I'm... sorry if I got you into trouble.

Being interviewed by the police didn't help,

but, er... I think the hospital board had already decided

they didn't like my methods.

Well, you did help me see things a lot clearer.

I wasn't trying to turn you into a drug addict.

- I know that. - Good.

I... just want to open all the doors.

Free the mind.

- Well, good luck to you, Paul. - I shall certainly keep on trying.

Cheers.

- Here we are. - Thanks, Joe.

Here, look here.

What you doing with that rubbish?

I'm expanding my musical horizons.

I've not got many LPs, so Joe's given me this on a temporary loan.

- He's got loads of records. - Well, what about me?

I can lend you some right tunes.

I don't think he needs any more Perry Como, Don.

- His mum's got plenty already. - Cheers.

TAPPING

Excuse me, everyone.

Can you all just listen a minute? I've got an announcement to make.

It's early days. But I want you all to know.

Me and Phil... we're gonna have a baby.

- GINA: Oscar... - Come here.

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