This programme contains some strong language
Beasts should be put in cages. Infections should be cauterised.
The pathologist does what he can, but if it gets bumped up, you kill it.
The deal is off.
The plot thickens.
MAN: Move the children!
WOMAN: Hide! Hide! Hide!
MAN: Move them back.
Demons. Bloodsuckers.
Incubi.
Spreaders of the great pestilence.
You have been tried in front of God and this country
and found guilty of witchcraft, heresy, satanic ritual,
collusion with Beelzebub and of bringing disease and sorrow
to the land... I'm sorry. Could you, with the...?
- Sorry. - Thank you. That's it.
You are to... That's much better.
You are to be destroyed
so that our kingdom might be cleansed of your devilry
and the plague be washed from our soil and taken from the air.
Is there an order?
Should we start with the infants?
WOMAN: No! No! No!
SCREAMING
Your teeth will be smashed from your skull
as a warning to other devils.
Then your head will be removed from your body...
No, that's it, actually. Proceed.
SCREAMING
WOMAN: We need to get in three, quick, now. He's losing a lot of liquid.
What's his DCS?
Marcus, look at me, look at me.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
WOMAN: Can you hear me, Marcus? You're nearly there.
Excuse me, sir.
MAN: The brutal attack on the young couple has left one victim dead
And the other in a critical condition.
Obviously, we intend to talk to Mr Balfour when he regains consciousness.
Our hope is that he will provide us with information that'll enable us
to make an arrest. Thank you, gentlemen.
REPORTER: What do you say to those who stipulate there are now vampires living in Bristol?
Er, hot milk and an early night. REPORTER: Are they in any way related?
TV: Earlier today, Chief Constable Nicholas Wilson
was harassed by journalists regarding a gruesome attack on two students...
What are you doing here?
Oh, I was just... praying for him. You believe in God?
Well, I'm not any denomination really, just...
you know, help them out when they're busy kind of thing. Hedging your bets.
I see a lot of that. Do you?
Hospitals are full of CTD patients trying to have a chat with the Almighty
before they pop their clogs.
CTD? Circling The Drain. Doctor speak.
Nice. I've never seen the condition in a hospital porter before.
I suppose the bad working conditions have driven you to believe in a monotheist deity.
That's what happens when you haven't got a strong trade union. I blame Thatcher.
So you don't think he's going to make it, then? Actually, I do.
I've been praying for him in the hospital chapel.
You're not the only one who flirts with faith, you know.
He's a student.
So was his dead girlfriend.
Second year, computer science.
What do you think they were doing in the woods in the middle of the night?
IT notes?
Could be anything.
Weirdy vampire sex again? I don't think so.
We are very liberated here in the West Country.
If I'd have known what I was missing, I'd have moved here sooner.
No, trust me, this is a murder inquiry.
No-one asked to have this done to them.
BEEPING Got to go - have an anal abscess bursting in geriatrics.
By the way...
..what happened to our drink? What are you doing later?
Tonight?
Er... I can't tonight. I have to be somewhere.
OK, that's told me.
It's not that I don't want to, it's just that...
Shit.
Does a locked door mean nothing to you?
Oh, Annie!
Oh, look, it's alive!
Oh...
What is that? Hot water. We're out of tea.
No tea? No tea. No coffee. No milk.
Ooh, but there is a shower, though. Why hasn't anybody gone shopping?
Well, I don't know if you've noticed,
but I've been struggling with the whole ghost thing the last few days.
Strangely, being invisible makes
purchasing pyramid teabags a touch awkward.
Where's Mitchell? It's his turn.
He hasn't so much as purchased a... a pint of milk in weeks.
I can't remember the last time he washed up.
And as for cleaning the bathroom, George...
I don't think he's ever cleaned the bathroom.
I can't handle this.
Do you want to talk? What about?
About Nina dumping you. Not really.
George...
you need to talk, you need to express your feelings.
No. What I need is tea.
Oh...
You're depressed.
Shit!
Do you think(?)
And depression is just anger turned inward.
Punch some pillows
and scream and shout and just...
..have a good cry.
You haven't a clue how this feels.
Oh, no. Of course I don't(!)
Because my fiance killing me
and then the man I thought it was in love with trying to kill me all over again
is just a breeze compared to what you're going through.
Fine. I'm going back to sleep.
"My heart yearns for your fragrant hair."
That... that's private!
It's ripped!
Does she have fragrant hair?
Yes.
I'm a terrible poet and a terrible boyfriend.
What's the last line?
"Because you're worth it"?
You're very sweet, George. You know that.
KNOCK ON DOOR
GASPS: Hugh's back.
George! No!
Go and talk to him.
Please. MOCK SOBBING
Oh! Get off!
She's gone, Hugh. How could she have just gone?
Come in.
Well, we just woke up one morning and there she was - gone.
When's she coming back? Well... she isn't.
You spoke to her, then? She left a note,
and it wasn't very detailed, and the handwriting is just awful.
But, um, what we could decipher is that she's not coming back.
I scared her off, didn't I? Oh, it's not your fault, I swear.
It's not your fault, I swear.
Um, yeah, that was in the note, too. It was just kind of headlines, really.
Not coming back. Not Hugh's fault.
This is exactly what happened with Kirsty.
Who the hell is Kirsty?
Who the... hell is Kirsty?
My ex. She left me about a year ago.
I can't believe it's happening again. What's wrong with me, George?
Why does every woman I love run a mile when I get just a little bit serious?
I need to shave...
have a shower.
Ooh, and I need a...
Mitchell.
Cara. Where is everyone?
I'm an orphan now, since your pet killed our brave captain.
I should drink you dry, cut you into slices.
All right, listen to me.
Two people were attacked by the waterside. I need to find out who did it.
The killing has to stop, do you understand?
We can't cover it up, there's no process any more.
So?
So... they'll find out about us, they'll come after us.
I think I'd like that.
All right, round everyone up.
Tonight. The old church.
That's everyone - do you hear me?
George?
George? Huh?
Look, I've been thinking - I want to help Hugh get over me.
TURNS RADIO OFF
I was listening to that! No more radios, not after what happened.
Annie!
I'm going to get him back together with Kirsty,
because he's obviously still got feelings for her.
Whoa, no. Look, you can't go interfering with people's lives like that.
It's not interfering - it's more like regime change.
Because that's never gone wrong(!)
And you are going to help me.
Oh, God, do I have to?
You're essential. Another rejected man
left crushed, broken and humiliated by the woman he loves.
You're the only one who can truly understand what he's going through.
TOILET FLUSHES Hm.
I'm glad my misery is proving useful.
Well, you know, every cloud.
No, this is a really bad idea. Please! I need this.
They're going to come for me again, you know, George...
Men from the other side. No. You don't know that.
I do know it.
And I don't want to waste a single day that I have left.
I have to do some good, I have to try and be of use somehow.
Can't you see that? It's important.
After what happened with Saul, I feel...
cursed, like... everything I touch gets...
tainted somehow.
Mm, I know how that feels.
Well, then, maybe you need this too.
You know why I'm here, Chief Constable.
I assume you're the new Herrick.
OK, so firstly, no, I'm not the new Herrick.
This... I'm not even standing in - this is just a...
I'm a representative. So... represent.
We have a situation. Too bloody right you do.
The press are all over this.
Perfect middle-class young couple, engaged to be married.
Jesus Christ, why can't you guys stick to homeless alkies?
You worked with Herrick. I'm hoping we can come to a similar arrangement.
I need to know that the people I'm dealing with are reliable.
Herrick was a despotic, ginger arsehole, but he had backbone,
and I'm not seeing that in you.
So, what are you going to do?
Maybe it's time we started rounding all you vermin up.
Yeah, but you're implicated. I'm a Chief Constable.
I'm on first name terms with the shitting Home Secretary.
And you're a bloody monster!
Who the fuck is going to listen to you?
Now... if you want this deal to work,
you're going to have to come up with a lot more than, "You're implicated."
You boys have access to money, don't you?
Well... we made a couple of good investments in the 1800s.
You're going to need it.
I've got an extension to finish, not to mention the wife's bloody eBay habit.
Whatever you want, I'll get it, OK?
What about the guy in the coma? Pray for brain damage.
Oh, and I'm warning you...
without Coroner Quinn on board, this is all academic.
OK, listen to me...
Just... Could you just sit down, please?
Having some discipline problems?
What are you doing here? I was at a loose end.
I thought this might be amusing.
Thanks for the support. OK, guys, listen up.
Two bodies came into the hospital.
What are you going to do about it, big man?
JEERING
Get out of here! Come on!
Leave us alone! Quiet!
Listen to me.
The killing has to stop.
LAUGHS
Things have changed.
The old system that allowed you to kill...
..that doesn't exist any more.
The world we knew, the world we came into,
it's gone, and you have to accept that.
So what are we supposed to do?
Go clean. Renounce blood.
MOCKING LAUGHTER
WOMAN: You're crazy, mate.
Do you people have any fucking idea who I am?!
My name is John Mitchell,
and I've killed more people than you've met.
If I can do it, so can you.
If we don't, are you going to force us into rehab?
# They tried to make me go to rehab and I said, no, no, no! #
Quiet! The only reason we've lasted this long was because we've hid.
We've covered our tracks.
But carry on killing, and we'll all be discovered.
And do you know what that means?
Mass persecution.
Execution pyres in Trafalgar Square!
You can't change them into something they're not.
A shark can only ever be a shark.
Maybe it's you that's in the wrong, for hating what you are so much.
Ever think about that? There have to be boundaries.
This is chaos. This could kill us all.
Boundaries are fine.
But what you're talking about is changing our nature.
Think you're going to get restraint from her? Good luck with that.
No offence, baby. What?
Some of us chose this life. But for most of us, it was forced on them.
And now here you are, putting restrictions on a lifestyle they didn't even want?
Stop drinking? Stay in the shadows?
LAUGHTER I did it.
Except, from what I hear, there were a few false starts.
But it was fine, because someone would come in
and hose down the walls and straighten the paintings and bury the bones.
The betrayal of your race was aided and abetted by your brothers and sisters.
You ever think about that?
No.
You stand here today telling us about your big achievement,
like you did it all on your own. So what are you saying?
I'm saying, you've got to give them a little something back.
CROWD: Yeah!
Besides, the only reason we're having this conversation
is because of you and your vendetta with Herrick.
Once again,
a circumstance forced on us.
Honey...
you spend all day clearing up other people's messes.
Maybe now you should clear up your own.
There are people I need to talk to.
But in the meantime, we make a deal.
No deal. You will not feed!
And if anyone - anyone - steps out of line,
I'll kill you myself.
Are we clear?
ANNIE: George... We've been having a house meeting.
You're having a house meeting? Why wasn't I invited?
Well, if you were ever here, then we would have invited you.
Hang on a minute...
GEORGE: You're not pulling your weight around this place.
What's that supposed to mean?
You don't buy any food, you never hoover.
I don't even think you know what a pair of Marigolds are.
I don't do Marigolds. Oh, and I do?
OK. Do you know what?
I think that we've all just lost sight of each other a bit.
We need to team-build, we need to bond.
But I'm not going paintballing, not again. Not after last time.
We need to talk. So... George, you start.
Are you OK? I've been better.
You?
Likewise.
We should go out one night and just get hammered.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
That's it? That's how you share? What more is there to say?
Yeah, he's feeling a bit down, which is pretty understandable.
And I'm kind of stressed. We don't need to turn this into an episode of Oprah.
File it under, "Have Discussed". You want to watch The Real Hustle?
Oh, I'd really like that.
Women - you think you're such authorities,
like the way you deal with emotions is the only way.
It's not on. Yeah, it is. It's on at 10.30.
No, they've moved it. No, you're kidding me?
Oh, I don't believe it. No, I was looking forward to that.
10.30, Thursday!
That's Real Hustle time. A fucking child knows that!
GEORGE: Can I not just have one good thing in my life?
It just drives me insane when they move stuff around!
Don't I deserve one bloody crumb of happiness?
We're supposed to check? Every week? Like we don't have anything else to do?
Is it our responsibility?! Why is it down to us?!
I saw a preview. They were going to do a con about cashpoints.
Really? I would have loved that. You bastards! Argh!
GEORGE SOBS
I'm doing the washing-up!
Is everyone happy now?!
GIRL: ..Yes, I do! Give it back to me!
Give it back! It's mine now.
Give it back! That's mine! My mum's going to kill me! That's my gran's!
Give it back! Do you want it?
Yes, I do. Give it back to me!
Give it back!
Just give it back, please. My mum's going to kill me!
SCREAMS
I remember this place so well.
Yeah. You were only here last week.
The Guest Ales pump is always a bit sticky. It's just...
so funny! Hilarious.
Chatting with Racist Jack every night.
And did you know that gypsies are born with six toes,
and that's why they never wear flip-flops?
I don't think that's actually true.
Happy days, George. Happy days. Oh, God, I need a drink.
I know what you mean.
I've been hitting it a bit since Annie left.
God, look at him - practically suicidal.
George, there's no time to lose. Ask him about Kirsty.
OK, so...
so tell me about this Kirsty.
We sat next to each other in double history for two years.
She was blonde, gorgeous, talented.
You know, I never did understand the blonde thing.
Moved in together when we was 18.
She trained as a florist.
She called herself an artist with flowers.
Now, that is just pretentious. About a year ago, she just turns around
and tells me that I'm too conventional for her,
that I lack imagination and passion.
Women, they just don't appreciate solid, stable, reliable men.
She even hated the way I wash up.
You know, just because I like to dry and put everything away
and not leave it dripping on the rack.
Oh, so she'd prefer limescale on the draining board?
I guess it'd go with the coffee rings on the table.
Coasters! You just put them under the mug - it's not rocket science!
Oh, OK, you are both freaking me out right now.
Just find out where she lives, and let's wrap this up.
You know what, George.
We should go out sometime. You know, have a jar or two.
I think I'd like that, Hugh.
Oh, for God's sake!
Got the money.
You're too late.
What? Your coma guy woke up.
He's signing a bloody statement as we speak.
Well, that's it, then. We're fucked! No, I can sort it.
There's still the death of the girlfriend we need to deal with.
And for that, we need Quinn. He won't co-operate.
Yeah, me and Herrick always had our doubts about him. Here...
Give him this. What is it?
Leverage!
ANNIE: She's so not natural blonde.
Bet you anything cuffs and collar don't match.
Oh, I'm not even going to ask what that means.
OK, this is a recce. Go and talk to her, engage her in conversation.
We're like detectives!
Crockett and Tubbs, yeah.
Yeah, or Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased).
Hi! Hello, I'd like some flowers, please.
Or perhaps you could put together something artistic for me?
You could buy them in a garage.
Um... Hi. Sorry, no, no, no!
I was thinking of something a little more flamboyant - with roses, maybe.
I used to do flamboyant.
Roses, chrysanthemums, stocks, gerberas...
Sounds great.
Can't be arsed now. Bloody hell! She's deader than I am.
Call it a fiver.
Er, yeah. Five.
She misses him.
# I've been
# Secretly falling apart... #
And they attacked just in that area.
And you describe them as being vampires.
# To me, you're strange and you're beautiful
# You'd be so perfect with me
# But you just can't see
# You turn every head
# But you don't see me
# I'll put a spell on you
# You'll fall asleep when I put a spell on you
# And when I wake you
# I'll be the first thing you see
# And you'll realise that you love me... #
'You have zero messages.'
# ..Sometimes
# The last thing you want comes in first
# Sometimes
# The first thing you want never comes
# And I know
# The waiting is all you can do... #
Thanks for meeting me.
If you think you can talk me round, you're mistaken. That's not why I'm here.
OK. I don't believe you're like Herrick.
I suspect you have a conscience, am I right?
Yeah. You know this is wrong, Mitchell.
Sanctioning the killing of innocent people can never be a moral act.
So what do you suggest I do? You do what I've done. You walk away.
We'll be exposed if I do that.
Then so be it.
How can you say that?
If we're exposed, there'll be huge suffering on both sides.
History has shown us that.
No. History has shown us that the end never justifies the means.
That's always the road to hell.
Think again about what you're doing.
How did you get these?
As long as you comply, nothing will happen to your grandchildren. You have my word.
I have your word?
I understand how difficult this is, Mr Quinn.
I've misjudged you.
You are scum, just like he was.
I can't abandon my own kind just so I can sleep better.
Now, do we have an agreement?
I don't really have a choice now, do I?
No. None of us do.
Sorry it had to come to this.
Those girls at the shopping centre were only 15.
They were children, Mitchell.
What girls? What girls?
The girls with their throats ripped out and dumped in an alley this morning.
Are you losing count?
Let me help you out.
That's three dead this week.
I didn't know there'd been another attack.
You've got no control at all, have you?
MITCHELL: Who was it?
Who was it? Hm?
SNIFFS DEEPLY
Who was it?
They were 15!
They were delicious.
Stop. Young, fresh, warm blood.
You should try it again, Mitchell.
I'd forgotten what it was like.
So wet, so black...
I can still taste 'em.
We had a deal.
Anyone else?
No?
Anyone else?
Now, who here has a suit?
Nice one, boys.
When you're done here, come and see me. I've got a couple more jobs for you. Off.
Oi, Don, Nanna made you a cup of her special tea yet?
Not yet. I'll sort it out. Come on, boys.
# THE ANOMALIES: "Employee Of The Month"
Anyone for tea?
CHUCKLES: The cheeky bastard.
A report of the two girls for you to sign.
CONTINUOUS BEEP
All right, Alan? Yeah, good.
Here's the boy's statements.
Don't get mugged.
Three milligrams of atropine.
Five, six, seven, eight...
As of this morning, the inquiry into the tragic death
of 19-year-old Tally Westwood, found on the River Avon three days ago,
has been closed.
This action has been taken following the suicide of her fiance,
Marcus Balfour, in the hospital.
Fresh evidence now leads us to conclude
that these tragic deaths were the result of a suicide pact between them,
and that no foul play was involved.
Mr Balfour's mother will now read a statement on behalf of the family.
We are still in shock, even more so
with the tragic news
that our beautiful son felt he didn't want to live
without his fiancee.
See me on the telly?
Yeah. You're a total fox. What happened to Balfour?
Suicide?
You expect me to believe that?
I expect you to be grateful that once again, I've cleared up your shit.
The attack in the shopping centre. How did you know about those girls?
How did we know what?
Kelly Bracewell, on probation for assault.
Sumira Clarke - she's got form for theft and intimidation.
Hey, don't get me wrong.
I'm pleased you're choosing your targets a little wiser.
But do me a favour, will you, next time?
Find somewhere a little less public and well lit.
Hang on a second. You think we targeted them?
All I'm saying is, stick with repeat offenders and it's a win-win.
What happened with Balfour was unfortunate.
He was... collateral damage.
But the main thing is, the system is in place.
This is how it works.
What, did you expect it to be pretty?
Hugh won't go on a blind date.
It's fine, we can turn this around. How?
She just needs a new experience so awful
that she realises Hugh really is the one for her.
So...
your mission is to become her boyfriend, but to be absolutely crap at it.
Well, I can't do that. Of course you can.
Look what a fuck-up you made of your last relationship.
OK, worst date ever?
Well, that's easy.
Petra Gibbon, 2001. Kebab shop.
I can top that.
2003, Tony Slocombe, We Will Rock You.
CHUCKLES: You win!
Hold on, Annie.
We have struck gold.
Der Tod des Unterhaltungskunstlers.
It's a German, subtitled,
three-and-a-half hour art film on at the Watershed.
You bastard!
Right, ring Kirsty and book the tickets.
Just take that downstairs for me, please.
I was there when he woke up.
I spoke to him. There was no way he was suicidal.
He was devastated about his fiancee.
So how did he get the drugs? He stole them from the storeroom.
The police found fingerprints.
Apparently.
So he detached himself from the monitor,
pulled out all the wires and feeds without setting off any alarms,
walked through the wards without being seen, got the pills, walked back,
got back into bed and put his lines in?
Is that what you're saying? I'm not saying anything.
What are you saying?
I'm saying the police are idiots.
All right, you need to get out of this place.
How about that drink?
Are you asking me out in a mortuary?
Well, we did meet in a toilet, so...
So, how do I look?
Like a Christian who's really let themselves go.
It's you! You came into my shop. Ah, show time.
Yeah! Hi! Are you sure you want to see this?
Well, I bought the tickets now, so nothing's going to stop me, OK?
Cool!
Just checking.
I love German cinema!
What?
I've been wanting to see this for ages, but nobody would come with me.
I thought we had a connection when we first met.
This is so exciting.
Best thing about it is the length of it.
Nice place.
There's a two-for-one offer on scrumpy.
James Bond, eat your heart out.
So, um...
Tell me about yourself.
What would you like to know?
Erm...
What do you do in your spare time?
Well, you know, the usual.
OK, I have no idea what that means.
Hang out with my mates,
watch TV, er...
OK, you're either the dullest person who ever lived
or you're keeping something from me.
How about family? No, they're all gone.
There may be a few stragglers left somewhere, but we're not in touch, really.
Why are you a cleaner?
Because Nick on The Apprentice already has the job of being Nick on The Apprentice, so...
LAUGHS I'm serious.
You're a smart guy... passable to look at.
I'm sure you could do more than mop up wee and poo, so why don't you?
I don't know. I like not having to think about my job.
I like the anonymity.
Anonymity from what? Why are you asking so many questions?
Listen, I'm just trying to find out stuff about you, who you are.
That's generally what people on dates do.
Yeah, well, maybe I'm just very dull.
HEAVY DRUMMING STARTS
That was just amazing! Yeah, clowns. So many clowns.
Kebab.
Peckish?
I'll just stand here, OK?
OK, she's completely insane.
Not only does she love German Expressionist films, she loves kebabs, too.
She "loves their irony".
There's only one thing left.
Oh, no. Do it, George.
Do it for Hugh.
This chilli sauce is really... Oh, yeah.
I've written a poem about you.
My heart yearns for your fragrant hair.
The smell of life, the smell of love.
The smell of...
kebab.
Sod it! Maybe you guys are actually meant to be together.
Oh, that's...!
I love kebabs.
This is me. OK.
This is a bit of a cliche. Yeah, it really isn't. Night.
All right, you're pissed off with me.
What do you think?
We dance around each other for weeks,
we finally go for a drink, and you barely speak.
Do you know how hard it was for me tonight?
I have just split up with my boyfriend, I feel really...
And I thought, "Fuck it, I'll..."
You know what, I'm knackered. It's been a long day.
Lots of dead people.
Let's just forget it, OK? OK.
Er, have you seen my glasses? On the mantelpiece.
Oh. You leaving already? I've an early shift.
I had a look on the rota. You're not on till the afternoon.
I've got stuff to do. Oh, at the funeral parlour?
MITCHELL: What do you know about the funeral parlour?
GEORGE: I know it's been reopened. I walked past it yesterday.
Sir, I think you need to hear this.
I had no choice.
The whole system had collapsed.
What system?
Remember when Becca died, I told you we had branches everywhere?
SOUND BREAKS UP What's that interference?
It's the bug, it appears to be moving.
Vampires in strategic positions, sympathisers,
a whole system to keep us secret.
Now that Herrick's gone, the whole system's fucked.
Oh, bloody kebab grease.
What's that? Get rid of it.
Get it back!
I need that information.
RUNNING WATER
You've put the system... back in place, haven't you?
It's the only way to control them. Right, so killing's OK, then, is it?
This is just the short-term.
And the long-term?
I'm going to help them get off blood.
It's the only way, George. I can do it! I can persuade them.
So this is before or after you walk on water(?)
What should I do? Tell me. What's the alternative - not get involved?
Leave them to it? There'll be a bloodbath.
It's a mess, I know it is! I'm doing the best I can.
I need you to understand that.
All right. All right?
Thanks.
What about us?
Us?
Well, I could... really do with having my best friend back.
Excuse me?
Nina was the love of my life.
And now she's gone.
And under the circumstances,
I really feel like I could have done with a bit more support from you.
I'm sorry, I had a lot on, you know?
It's OK.
I'll let it go this time. Oh, right.
Yeah, sure...
What?
Everyone gets dumped, George.
I know it's hard but you need to take responsibility for yourself.
You need to stop with the self-pity and the sulking
and the feeling hard done by and just pick yourself up and learn from this.
I can't hold your hand through it.
No-one can.
Cheers. That's what mates are for.
What, to be insensitive?
No.
To tell each other the truth.
It's time.
What's all this?
We all want to know if you've really got the balls for this.
This isn't a fucking show!
Justice has to be seen to be done, Mitchell, or what's the point?
Do it properly... you'll never have to do it again.
Get in the back.
Come on!
OK, champ, we have had some setbacks, but we're going to power through.
Shoot me, please. Just shoot me with a rifle.
Plan B. Cut my head off.
OK, you come on too strong. Put it on a spike.
You propose to her. Carry it through the village...
Name your first children. ...so everybody can spit at my face.
She will run for the hills, trust me. George, come on.
Hey, you! Hey!
Listen, there's an exhibition of Russian propaganda posters on at the Tate.
I'm lying to you.
What? What?!
It's like I'm cheating on you. You're beautiful. You're kind.
But the thing is...
I'm in love with someone else.
She's gone now, and since I lost her,
it feels like my insides are full of needles and glass.
I wanted to do something to help...
to take my mind off this, er, wound.
But, er...
..it's pointless.
Maybe this is how people learn.
I think it's time we were honest with ourselves.
It's our own lives we need to mend, nobody else's.
I know what it feels like.
To love someone that much and not have them round.
Do you know the most valuable, the most precious, the most...
coveted thing in the whole wide world?
It's a second chance.
Bye, Kirsty.
Bye, George.
George! You did it.
I think she's calling him.
She could be calling anyone.
Oh...
Cynic.
MITCHELL: During the plague, if anyone was suspected of being a vampire,
They were killed by having a brick rammed into their mouth.
WHIMPERS: No!
Archaeologists have found skeletons
with bricks still stuck in their shattered jaws.
Please! Please don't kill me!
Then, like a sick joke, we adopted it as a form of punishment ourselves.
I'll never be bad again! No, you won't.
SOBS: Please don't leave me down here! Please...
Please, don't leave me!
Please!
Please...
I won't kill no more children. No, no...
No! Please.
I'm sorry. Please, please, please.
I don't want this.
But I don't have a choice.
No! No, please.
Please...
Cara's been executed.
The king is dead, long live the king.
ALL: Long live the king!
Long live the king!
CHANTING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE
Get me out!
Please.
So the saying goes that the merchants would strike a deal
by hitting the nail on the head, and then...
I thought we could use that as a metaphor to strike a deal between us...
Sometimes you can be so cheesy.
I missed you, man.
I missed you too.
PHONE RINGS
Hello? NINA: George...
Nina... I can't talk for very long.
I'm just...
I'm ringing to say goodbye properly.
Are you all right? Where are you? I'm fine.
Listen, there are some things I need to say to you.
You need to stop using the curse as an excuse not to live your life.
You're a wonderful man.
You can make a go of things, get a better job, get out in the world, even...
find love again one day.
I want you to promise me you'll start to live your life now.
Are you coming back?
TEARFULLY: Are you coming back, Nina?
George...
I need you to promise me.
I promise you.
Thank you.
I love you, Nina.
I love you too.
I always will.
I love you.
What...?
What...? What are you going to do?
Something wonderful.
Goodbye, George.
DIALLING TONE
Thank you.
Thank you for letting me do that.
I'm ready now.
You know, God loves you very much.
Isn't that right, Professor Jaggat?
Yes, Nina.
He loves you so much.
It's traditional. Boss gets first drink.
What part of "no blood" did you not understand?
I want you to sign up, go clean with us. What do I get out of it?
I feel ready to re-enter the world... of languages.
What is F-word?
If you don't help me, then sooner or later, they're going to get me.
I have a nosebleed. Should this be happening?
Just relax. It's all part of the process.
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