Posuit circa me sane omnes potentias has.
Contra omnem potential hostile saevem.
(MAN PANTS HEAVILY)
Contra dolum idolatriae.
Contra incantamenta mulierum. Et fabrorum ferrariorum et druidem.
(PANTS AND GASPS)
Christus mecum. Christus ante me.
Christus me pone.
Christus in me. Christus infra me.
Christus as dextram meam. Christus ad laevam meam.
Christus in corde omnis hominis quem alloquar.
Christus in ore cujusvis qui me alloquatur.
Christus in omni oculo qui me videat.
Christus in omni aure quae me audiat.
(MAN SCREAMS)
(WIND HOWLS)
The ashtray flew across the room.
It was terrifying,
and that was only the beginning.
I don't know what it is.
Whether we're haunted...
If something that's, I don't know, evil.
I just want someone to help me.
(TURNS TV OFF)
Is she lying? Hm?
Deluded? Mentally ill?
You have to rule out everything, everything,
before you go looking for a spiritual cause.
It could be a scam. Maybe they want rehousing.
Maybe her husband's knocking her about and this is her cry for help.
Maybe. Maybe not.
Deliverance Ministry requires a wide skill set,
part social work, part counselling, lots of listening.
But, the bottom line is this, your job is to protect people
from the intrusion into their lives of entities
which half the professed Christians in this country don't believe in.
So, good luck with that.
(LAUGHTER)
Let's go downstairs.
(CREAKING)
Sense anything?
Merrily?
Er... Yeah, cold feeling.
Anything more than just cold?
Possibly, yeah.
Well, a shade was sighted here,
rumoured to be a 19th-century preacher called Griffiths.
This is an example of an imprint.
As opposed to "visitors" or "volatiles".
Loose cannon energy forms dislodging plates and table and --
I'm sorry, how will we know which is which?
Well, after a while, you will have gained a sensitivity.
But, be careful, that sensitivity. that heightened awareness,
can also become an illusion.
We need that discipline.
It's one of the Church's strengths.
(BULB CRACKLES)
MAN: Jesus Christ in Heaven.
First rule of Deliverance work, always check your fuses.
(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)
(WIND HOWLS)
I was surprised when Bishop Mick offered the job to a young lass.
MERRILY: Not that young.
Could it be he thinks I might be quite good at it beyond, you know,
"female diocesan exorcist" sounding quite cool?
Anyhow, he hasn't appointed me yet.
Canon Dobbs is still officially in harness.
- Mick's only sounding me out so... - And he sent you here.
To learn the basics of metaphysical trench warfare.
He has faith in you.
Oh, right, but you don't.
Oh, don't get me wrong.
You're not fundamentalist, you're not happy-clappy,
don't seem to have an axe to grind, in many ways --
Oh look! There's a "but" about to land in that field.
For God's sake! Are you gonna take this seriously just for one second?
(SNIFFS) There are dangers in this kind of work, Merrily.
Not just dangers of the mind and the soul,
but dangers in the dregs of humanity
who attach themselves to the flip side of what we believe in.
Little rat eyes in the dark, they are.
Waiting to infect you.
You want to make a new start after your recent bereavement.
Great, that's understandable.
But it leaves you as vulnerable as hell.
I understand that better than anyone.
Believe me.
If you're weak, they'll get in, lass.
And as an ordained woman,
you're wearing a bloody big bull's-eye.
(EXHALES)
WOMAN: You wouldn't have been saying that at four this morning.
You see them this small and vulnerable,
it's hard to believe that one day she'll be a grown woman.
(SIGHS) Being a parent is the most wonderful and precious gift.
Cherish every moment.
GIRL: Precious gift of being a parent?
Well, I was about to tell them that the first 16 years are the worst.
Very funny.
Anyway, did you pass your exam in Ghostbusting for Jesus?
Just focus on your own exams, sweetheart.
I would, except you drag me from one school to another
halfway across the country.
Oh yeah. From an inner city to this! Poor you(!)
- Did my parcel come? - Yeah, what is it?
Come on, I'll show you.
You don't mind, do you? Got it done on the Internet.
No, of course not, sweetheart. He was your dad.
(BELL TOLLS)
(CHORAL SINGING)
(QUIET RECITING)
(COINS CLINK)
(COINS CLINK IN BOX)
Canon Dobbs?
Hiya. It's Merrily Watkins. I just wondered if we could have a...
Er, I just thought could... Could we have a chat?
No?
No.
Right.
MICK: The point of the course was to help you to decide.
Yes, yeah, I know. It's just, erm, I just...
I feel a little bit awkward about Canon Dobbs.
He won't step down gracefully.
Dobbs does nothing gracefully. That's part of the problem.
You reach out to the Church for help
and this weird shambling creature turns up at your door?
He's an embarrassment.
Oh, so you're gonna edge him towards retirement with a cattle prod.
You know what I want, Merrily. The word "exorcist" is bad enough.
I want a new kind of Deliverance,
someone with experience in modern life,
social problems, psychology.
You know, I-I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a vicar.
I've only been here three months.
But, you've worked in the real world.
Dobbs doesn't know what the real world is any more, truly.
Look, the church is conservative, hierarchical, hide-bound.
I want to change some things, a lot of things.
I want to help those in real spiritual need.
That was one of the things you said appealed to you about the idea.
Yeah.
Have a think. Give me a call.
- Any time. - Yeah, thanks. I will.
(CHORAL SINGING CONTINUES)
TENNIS PLAYER: Watch it!
He was good looking your dad. How much was that?
It was 50 quid. It wasn't too bad.
It's not porn, Gilligan. Sorry to disappoint you, mate.
You won't be disappointed,
when I send a picture of my dick to your mobile.
I don't think my phone will accept file that small.
- You'll shock a vicar's daughter with that kind of talk. - Piss off!
- Hey. - Look who it is.
Grow up. They weren't bothering you. Give it a rest.
- Choirboy James to the rescue. - I said piss off!
- Lezzers. - You wish!
You OK?
I was enjoying that.
- What, you fancy him? - Shut up!
(BELL TOLLS)
Ah, Sophie. Hi er... I was hoping to catch you.
I just wanted to set up an official meeting with Canon Dobbs.
Sorry to interrupt, Merrily. Can I introduce you to --
Reverend Watkins? I'm DCI Annie Howe.
This is DS Frank Bliss.
Could you come with us, please? We need your expertise.
What expertise?
FRANK: They ID'd the abandoned car.
The current keeper's name is Paul Sayer.
His DOB makes him 32. It was a Hereford address.
Get a team round there. Get it locked down.
If the press come sniffing, tell them some fairy story.
I don't want this getting out.
(CROW CAWING)
FRANK: Prepare yourself. It's not very pleasant.
Yeah, take your time.
Dear God!
(CAMERA FLASHES)
(WHISPERS) Dear God.
(CROW CAWING)
(BRANCHES CREAKING)
(TOTEMS CLINKING)
So, is this just the act
of some sick individual showcasing his depraved mind,
or is there some religious motivation?
Er, sorry.
We understood you were knowledgeable in this area.
Area?
Area. (SIGHS)
Do you understand what you've just shown me? This is my faith.
It's my life.
Sorry, I just can't even look at that.
It's just, they told us you had some sort of training in occult matters.
(SOFTLY) Right.
Reverend Watkins, wait. Please, wait.
I'm sorry. Help us.
(SOBBING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
Canon Dobbs?
Alan?
DOBBS: Get out! Go away from here and don't come back!
GO!
(SOBS)
God help me!
(SOBS) God help me.
She's really just grounded instead of preoccupied with herself
and all gossipy like some of the other girls.
And she's funny.
She gave these two morons such an ear-bashing.
I just really, really like her.
What? Sorry, sweetheart.
Bloody hell, you haven't been listening to a word I'm saying.
No, no, no, I am. Right. Sorry. All ears now.
Bollocks.
You could pretend to be interested. You're usually good at that.
- Oh, Jane. - For God's sake.
Jane, come on!
Oh. (SIGHS)
(CROW CAWING)
Pious bitch!
(GASPS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
(MERRILY GROANS)
Hello?
WOMAN: Could I speak to Reverend Watkins?
Speaking.
This is Sister Cullen at St Luke's Hospital.
We were given your number by the Bishop's office.
They said you were the person these matters go to now.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
He's suffering from chronic emphysema.
Lungs full of fluid. Unlikely to see the morning.
I'm sorry.
You're the only one who will be.
He's asked for a priest?
(SCOFFS) No, he didn't ask for a priest. They did.
Hi.
Thirty years I've done this job.
I've had everything nasty a person could throw at me,
none of it a patch on the sick feeling I got
being in that room with Denzil Joy.
It's like all his old deeds just ooze out of him.
- Deeds? - He's a destroyer.
He's got a record for it. Abuse, cruelty to animals, women.
- Not much between it to him. - Right.
Look...
One of his victims came to see him the other day.
I walked in on them.
This young woman had her hand under the bed sheets.
Put it like this, she didn't visit him to bring grapes.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Even though he's near-as-dammit dead, he's still using her.
If that's not pure evil, I don't know what is.
Well, the man is dying.
He may have had a complicated past but that doesn't mean that he's --
Doesn't it? My staff think it does.
Some of them say...
(SIGHS).. they felt him enter them.
Pardon?
And they believe when he dies, that evil won't die with him.
Right.
Thanks, Merrily.
I hope you can do what Canon Dobbs couldn't.
(SIGHS)
Mr Joy.
(MACHINE PUMPING OXYGEN)
Mr Joy, I don't know if you can hear me.
My name is Merrily. I just erm...
I just want to say a prayer with you if that's OK?
(MACHINE BEEPS)
(MERRILY CLEARS THROAT)
(RASPY BREATHING)
(LONG RASPY BREATH)
Almighty God, our Heavenly Father.
We know, all of us, that we've done bad things
and neglected to do...
.. good things that we could have done.
Erm...
For the sake of Jesus Christ, our Lord, Your Son...
(GURGLING BREATH)
.. we beg You to forgive us.
To close the door on our past, cleanse our souls.
(SUCKING BREATHS)
We know that...
We know that it is in Your nature to show mercy.
To forgive.
We beg You now to free Denzil
of whatever bond it is that is binding his spirit...
(GURGLING BREATH)
We ask you this for the sake of Jesus Christ, Our Saviour. Amen.
(DENZIL EXHALES DEEPLY)
(PROLONGED BEEP)
Scritch-scratch!
(SCREAMS)
(GASPS IN PAIN)
(GASPS IN TERROR)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(MERRILY GASPS AND PANTS)
- WOMAN: Who the hell's she? - Mrs Joy, please wait here a moment.
Hey! What are you doing here?
My husband wants a bit of peace, not some Holy Roller.
- Mrs Joy, please calm down. - I'm so sorry. I didn't...
Is he gone?
- Did he do that? - I'm so sorry.
(GROANS IN PAIN)
What's going on? I woke up, no sign of you.
Your bed's empty. I'm alone in the house.
Got called at work.
Not worth a note? You could've woke me.
If I woke you at 3.00am I'd have been the worst mother in the world.
Well, guess what? I'm the worst mother in the world.
- God, who rattled your cage? - I was called out. It was work.
It's this new job. It's a Deliverance.
- Bishop Mick's bitch. - Jane!
You are so naive. You're walking into this.
Why does no-one think I'm up to it?
I don't think that. I think they're using you.
- Well, nobody asked you. - You look like crap by the way.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(WIND HOWLS)
- Hello. - Hi.
- Want a cup of tea? - Thanks.
- Ah, you got it clean. - I am clean!
I didn't mean that, I just meant, it's good, you know?
You've got a place of your own for the first time.
You seem excited, positive.
Needed to leave those so-called friends behind and you have.
You really have.
Warms the cockles of a social worker's heart.
- Don't undervalue your achievements. - Like nicking two skirts from Next?
Like not showing up in court 'cause I'm on a bender.
That was then. This is now.
- Jesus! Rowenna. - It's a crow.
I found it right outside my front doorstep this morning.
Isn't that incredible?
Is it?
It's a sign. I know it is.
It's telling me I can fly again.
Er, well...
I hope it's telling you to wash your hands.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES HEAVILY)
(GURGLING SOUND)
(GASPS)
(CREAKING)
(LOUD KNOCKING)
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
FRANK: Welcome to the home of the crucified Paul Sayer.
History tutor.
Students at college said he was a good laugh, liked a beer.
Some of them came back. He liked to party.
A few complaints from neighbours about music, that's about it.
Afternoon, sir. Ma'am.
All right, mate. Sorry.
Inverted cross. I guess he wasn't a Christian.
Walk this way.
FRANK: Get a load of this.
Only the bloody Devil.
Not exactly. It's Baphomet.
It's an ancient idol worshiped by the Knights Templar.
Since then used in a lot of occult circles.
There are two types of Satanists erm...
What Huw, our tutor, would call "headbangers" who are in it for kicks
and then there are the intellectuals.
They believe that all knowledge is power.
Anything goes, as long as it leads to more knowledge.
ANNIE: Like murder?
Yeah, possibly.
They believe that all Christians are irrational...
.. that we peddle the idiot myth called love.
Christians are his enemy. So, what, did a Christian kill him?
Nobody who believes in Christ the Saviour
could have done it like that.
The thing is, it wasn't just murder, was it?
It was sacrilege.
(KNOCKING)
(LOUD KNOCKING)
Canon Dobbs. Canon Dobbs, it's Merrily.
Will you let me in? I just really need your help.
You want to destroy me! All of you want to destroy me!
Please, please will you let me in? A man has been crucified.
(LETTER BOX CLOSES)
- Who? - A man called Paul Sayer.
If you know of a group operating out of this parish, please tell me.
Leave this thing alone, I beg of you, for your own good.
I can't! This is our Diocese. This is our Church.
I can't ignore this. We've got to fight this.
I've tried fighting it. It's no good.
You can't stop them. I couldn't.
They've strength of numbers. Of years. Of corruption.
Of hate.
I couldn't stand up to them. I couldn't stand up to Denzil Joy.
Denzil Joy? I know you visited him.
What is the connection between him and Paul Sayer's death?
Denzil Joy is a powerful man.
- Powerfully evil. - No, not any more.
He's dead. I was there. I was with him.
But, his evil is still alive.
It is... isn't it?
I don't know.
I can see...
I can feel him.
Please. I don't know what to do.
Paul Sayer.
- Denzil Joy. - Please help me!
I can't. My faith isn't strong enough.
Neither is yours.
Neither is yours!
(DOOR SLAMS)
- I really shouldn't! My mum... - Come on!
Do you ever stop worrying about what she thinks? You need to chill!
(BELL TOLLS)
Orange juice for me.
Your mum's not breathing down your neck here.
I just want an orange juice. Anyway, she's not like that.
She wants you to be an individual with a mind of your own?
I don't think so.
I'm just gonna find the loo, all right?
Bollocks, I'm gonna get you something with vodka in it.
Oh, dear!
I-I'm sorry. There's something...
You're feeling things are really tough at the moment, aren't you?
- I'm sorry. What's your name? - Jane.
Jane, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
I just really feel I need to talk to you.
Do you mind? It will only take a minute.
I'm just getting a really, really strong feeling from you.
(MOBILE RINGING)
RECORDING: You're through to the voicemail of Reverend Huw Owen.
Please leave a message.
Huw? Huw? It's Merrily. Merrily Watkins.
I've been roped into this police investigation and the words
"out of", "depth" and "my" spring to mind.
If you could give me a call when you get this, as soon as you get this.
Thanks. Bye.
Mrs Joy?
Mrs Joy! Mrs Joy. Can we talk?
I just wanted to say I'm really sorry about what happened at the hospital,
and I am truly sorry for your loss.
I wanted to tell you that I only had your husband's welfare at heart.
(SIGHS) I'm new here, Mrs Joy. I really didn't want to upset you.
You think you did any good? You didn't.
You think you can make it right? You can't.
Well, if that's the case, I'm sorry.
You'll have to excuse me. I've got things to do.
Denzil didn't believe in any church,
so he wouldn't take kindly to me talking to you now.
(ENGINE TURNS OVER)
(ENGINE REVS)
(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION IN BACKGROUND)
This card represents the present.
This one, past influences still having an effect.
I'm going to start here,
because this one is really strong in you at the moment.
Look at that lightning bolt.
That's a lot of pain,
searing pain you're not showing to the world.
You're trying to be the Tower and you're not.
You're not made from stone.
And, somebody is falling from the Tower. Who is that?
Someone you've lost who's so powerfully in your mind.
My father.
And, he wasn't perfect, was he, love?
We all know that.
But, you miss him,
and you're angry with him for not being there
and you feel bad about that.
He died in a car crash. Yes.
You were asking the cards,
was he thinking of you when he had the accident?
Yes, he was.
That's why he's here, you see?
But, it's all right,
because he knows there's such a fantastic potential in you.
That's what this card is.
The Magician, who can change things, transform things.
Oh. He's with you.
He's standing behind your shoulder.
He's saying something about a picture.
(VOICE DISTORTING) A photograph.
Oh, God! Oh, my God!
(GLASS SHATTERS, CHEERING)
ROWENNA: Oh, shit.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- Thanks. - All right.
All I'm saying is, I'm not keen on Rowenna getting matey
with someone who has a lax attitude to things --
I think that's a little bit insulting to my daughter!
.. order in her life, that's all!
My responsibility is to Rowenna.
- You know, she has a history of self-esteem issues. - Don't we all?
She's highly vulnerable to influence right now
and frankly, hanging out with a vicar's daughter --
What?! Ha! You think Christianity is gonna tip her over the edge?
One, if you had asked me I would have told you
that Jane does not share my faith, and two, she's a really good kid.
I would have thought Rowenna should thank her lucky stars
to have her as a friend.
Now, Mr Robinson, unless there's anything else I can help you with...
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
What did you say to him?
Erm, read the riot act, slightly.
Impressive.
So, what exactly were you doing at this pub on a school day?
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Merrily. Mick Hunter. You better get to the Cathedral.
- It's Dobbs. - What about Dobbs?
(INDICATOR CLICKING)
- MICK: We're doing everything we can. - SOPHIE: Yes, I know.
- Oh, hi, Merrily. It's Alan. - Yes, I know.
- He's virtually barricaded himself in. - Where is he?
Behind the partition where they're repairing the Cantilupe tomb.
Alan?
(CREAKING)
Alan?
Alan, it's Mick Hunter.
(FAINT BANGING SOUNDS)
(FLUTTERING SOUNDS)
We're all getting a bit anxious about you in there, old friend.
Alan?
- Argh! - Scritch-scratch!
(MERRILY GASPS)
Kick it in! Kick it in!
(GASPS) Christ be with me. Christ within me.
Christ beside me. Christ before me. Christ behind me.
(FLUTTERING)
MICK: Alan.
What's going on, old friend?
- Canon Dobbs - ARGH!
(YELLING)
Canon Dobbs! Canon Dobbs! No-one wants to destroy you.
As God is my witness.
It's urgent.
Please, Alan, please, listen to me.
Just calm down. Don't shut the door.
Alan, please!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- MICK: Sophie, go home. It's late. - What's happened to him?
You've done everything you can.
Good night.
- Good night, Merrily. - Night.
(MICK SIGHS)
He's clearly having a breakdown.
Which suits you very well. Couldn't call the police fast enough.
Any luck, he'll be sectioned by morning.
That's deeply unfair.
Maybe I didn't do the right thing calling.
It's just... (SIGHS)
If Alan is succumbing to some sort of dementia...
Well, my mother went that way.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy,
and Dobbs isn't my worst enemy.
I'm sorry.
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Humans were never meant to be monogamous.
Marriage was just invented to control women. To make sure they --
- Hi. - Mum, this is...
Rowenna I take it. Hiya.
Hope there's no hard stuff in those mugs.
She came round to keep me company.
- Big, old creaky house, on her own. - Yeah.
Yeah. Er, thank you, Rowenna.
Are you sure you're gonna be all right walking back?
You can stay the night.
It's a full moon. I'll be fine, apart from the odd werewolf.
Don't!
- Night. - Night.
- Nice girl. - I know she is.
Oh, one sec.
Rowenna. You left these, love.
Oh, thanks.
Whose idea was it to go to the pub?
You wouldn't expect me to rat on my best friend, would you?
She's only 16.
I know it was stupid. I'm sorry.
It's been hard for her settling in and she really needs a good friend.
She's got one. I promise.
Great. OK. Night.
Night.
(SIGHS)
(RECITING LATIN QUIETLY)
DOBBS VO: Denzil Joy is a powerful man.
Powerfully evil.
(SIGHS)
(CONTINUES RECITING LATIN QUIETLY)
DOBBS VO: I've tried fighting him. It's no good.
You can't stop them. I couldn't.
- MERRILY VO: Please, help me. - DOBBS VO: I can't.
My faith isn't strong enough.
Neither is yours.
(DOBBS SHOUTS) Neither is yours!
(DOOR CRASHING SHUT)
- Oh, hi. - ANNIE: Hi.
I'm sorry. I was just...
How is Canon Dobbs? I was just a bit worried about him.
Has he said anything about Paul Sayer yet,
Paul Sayer's murder yet?
- ANNIE: No. - FRANK: He never mentioned Sayer.
Right, erm, it's just that I think he knows more than he's letting on.
Dominus regit me, et nihil mihi deerit.
Maybe we should get him back in.
Back in? Sorry, I thought he was here.
Not any more.
Super aquam refectionis educavit me.
He seemed normal and coherent this morning
so we had no reason to keep him.
FRANK: Reverend Watkins, what's he told you?
(GRAVEL CRUNCHES)
(KNOCKS RAPIDLY)
(WIND HOWLS)
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
RECORD PLAYING "ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS"
Canon Dobbs?
♪ Glory laud and honour
♪ Unto Christ the King
♪ This through countless ages
♪ Men and angels sing
♪ Onward Christian soldiers
♪ Marching as to war
♪ With the cross of Jesus
(DOOR SLAMS) Oh, Jesus!
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
♪ Going on before
♪ Amen ♪
Canon Dobbs. It's Mer... It's Merrily.
(STAIRS CREAK)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(FLUTTERING)
(DOOR CLICKS OPEN)
Canon Dobbs?
(DOOR CREAKS)
Canon Dobbs?
(GASPS) No.
(SIGHS)