The Sleeper (2000) - full transcript
Violet Moon (Dame Eileen Atkins) wants to be in control of the circumstances and people in her life. Particularly her son and daughter-in-law who she discovers are considering selling the farm where she has known some of the happiest times of her life. Violet's control is not only threatened by their decision, but also by the sudden reappearance of someone from her past whom she meets at a local spiritualists club. Someone who has the potential to resurrect a long buried secret as well expose her current plot to put a stop to the sale of the farm. When Violet takes the opportunity to silence this person, she doesn't consider that enemies have friends.
[tense music]
[mechanism clicking]
[music box tinkling]
[mechanism whooshing]
[music box tinkling]
[mechanism whirring]
[gulls squawking in distance]
[music box tinkling]
[lid slamming]
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
Chickadee.
Chickadee.
[birds chirping]
[music box tinkling]
[person screaming]
[body thudding]
[bright music]
I never would think I'd ask you
to do something dangerous
or immoral, or blasphemous.
Sorry.
I may not have known
you very long, Cath,
but I wouldn't have
reckoned you the type
to make such a
fuss about nothing.
We'll get off at the
next stop then, shall we?
Go home instead.
No, no, I'm all right,
honestly Lillian.
There's really nothing to
be frightened of, you see.
[bus hissing]
Good morning George,
you're looking very well.
Oh, he's on time
for a change then.
Merry Christmas.
[Driver] Merry Christmas.
Oh, good heavens, the
man's incorrigible.
Thinks he's Errol
flipping Flynn.
[door hissing]
Introduce me, then.
[cows mooing]
[Fergus] I was just asking
myself if there's a cow
in all creation as
dozy as that one
and here you are.
Ha bloody ha.
Look at that stand foot.
Nine, same.
So, the front room's
seven foot six, Claire.
What are you gonna do, cut
its head off or its feet?
[cow mooing]
Oh dear.
What?
She looks ready
to meet her maker.
Hell fire, not again.
-No!
-Whoah!
Too late.
Ah, shit!
Yup, great big lake of it.
You know what this
means, don't ya?
Yes, another lovely
day washing cow parts
out of your clothes.
Worse.
I have to fetch that
cow out of the slurry,
you're gonna have to
go and fetch my mother.
Oh. [laughing]
Bad luck.
[Claire] Stupid cow.
This is the second
time this week.
Hang on there, Daisy,
I'll have you out.
[baby crying]
[Claire] Coming, Rosie.
[music box tinkling]
[Woman] We'll just give
the others the usual
five more minutes, shall we?
[bus revving]
Excited?
I am.
Oh, you.
[light eerie music]
Don't mind her, nose ache.
Stop being polite, George.
When did being polite
get you anywhere?
Ridiculous man.
Lillian, I'm not sure.
Impressive woman, Mrs.
Moon, got a real gift.
You're in safe hands.
[door knocking]
[Violet] My dears.
Hello, Violet.
[George] Good morning.
[eerie music]
[woman screaming]
Light the candles, Lillian dear.
[match hissing]
Oh, George.
We always feel your
dear wife's presence
so strongly as the
old year passes.
Lillian, your dear brave
brother's never far from us
in this house.
And our new pilgrim.
[Lillian] Cath.
Catherine.
It's vulgar to shorten
such a beautiful name.
Catherine.
Is there a loved one whose
silent sleep you would disturb?
Catherine?
Well, whomsoever you
seek among our friends
in the spirit world,
may it be a soul who sleeps
in peace and tranquillity.
Now join hands with me
all my best beloveds
and we will fare safely
into the world beyond.
Close eyes with me
all my best beloveds
and we will see what
may not be seen.
Meet again those who
have been gathered home.
Now answer me you
friendly sleeping spirits.
Who will wake and answer me?
[wood creaking]
Answer me.
[Cath breathing heavily]
No, no.
No, not you.
No, I don't want you.
Go away.
Go away, I'm not your chickadee!
Mommy!
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
* So here it is
Merry Christmas *
* Everybody's having fun *
* Look to the future now *
* It's only just begun *
[Violet] Oh, Claire.
Cow crisis.
I beg your pardon?
Well, no point me
doing rescue duties.
I've never been very
good with animals.
No.
Oh, look Rosie, it's daddy!
[Rosie] Dada.
So, Fergus is extracting
the cow from the slurry
and I'm here to extract
you, so to speak.
Witness have it.
You needn't have got all this.
Oh I know how busy
you young women are
with your keep fit and
your self-improvement.
Thank you, yes, my course
is going really well.
Top of the class for
information technology, I am.
Then how you fit it all in?
Well, it's all these
convenience foods I suppose.
Steak and kidney pudding.
Didn't win the war on
lentil burgers, did we?
Oh, haven't seen this before.
It's lovely.
Yeah, something wrong
with the mechanism.
I thought Fergus might
take a look at it for me.
Where's her little friend?
I know I shouldn't
have picked it up.
We'll have to take
it back, Cath.
I wouldn't have recognised her.
But her eyes.
I'd know those eyes anywhere.
[lightly tense piano music]
[Lillian] Odd.
You've met Violet before?
[Cath] When I was a child.
And you haven't seen her since?
Not for 60 years.
And you thought you didn't
know anyone in Paignton.
I don't know anyone anywhere.
Oh.
[Woman] Now come on, Ernest.
Stand up straight, don't speak.
[Ernest whimpering]
Remain spry and
sprightly at all times,
-the Happy Haven rule.
-See here, Donna's gonna
clean that pecker
well and truly up.
Now come on dear,
this really won't do.
Hey, there's Christmas
pudding soon.
Oh my little oh my.
Come on, moms, get
your skates on.
He's the same every year.
Got nobody outside
Happy Haven, you see?
Not like you, Cath.
Hmm?
[Lillian] Not now.
Why?
Your childhood friend!
I never said we were friends.
[Lillian] Oh I think
it's splendid news.
We were sisters.
[camera clicking]
Oh, Cath.
[music box crank clicking]
[Dad] Now.
Look at this.
[music box tinkling]
Happy Christmas, both of you.
Mind you share it nicely now.
[Dad] Right, everybody ready?
[camera clicking]
[Claire] Violet, I only
said you look at bit tired.
There's no need to
jump down my throat.
[Rosie wailing]
Haven't you got a
dummy or something
to shut that little madam up?
[Claire] She's
hungry, that's all.
[Violet] Girls are
always trouble.
Make sure you have
a boy next time.
[Claire] There isn't
going to be a next time.
Not unless we can
get shot at the farm.
What did you say?
All right, Daisy.
Nearly done.
[jeep revving]
Hello, mum.
Like the hat.
Look at you.
[Fergus] Good journey?
I'd love those filthy clothes
in the wash for a start.
[cows mooing]
[gate clanking]
Your dad and I had
it hard you know,
we worked like slaves.
It's good to see you making
a go of the old place.
Your dad would be
really proud of you.
Things could actually
be a bit better, mum.
It's not just the BSE business,
it's the prices, you
wouldn't believe them.
We're actually thinking of-
You know, Claire's
letting herself go a bit.
Oh did she tell
you Diana and Cole
are coming for
Christmas after all?
Oh, I thought Diana was more
a winter sun sorry girl.
No, not this year.
[Violet] Oh, you'd hardly
credit they were sisters.
[light music]
Get out.
So you were stepsisters.
Violet was younger
than me, and smaller.
And prettier.
My mother u...
Tell me about your mother.
My mother's dead.
Well, yes dear.
All our mother's are dead.
We're old ladies.
All that time.
All that long time ago.
No, ladies.
[cups clanging]
-[woman screaming]
-[eerie music]
Mommy!
[Young Cath] Mommy!
You were well away there, mum.
We were just having
a little talk.
Oh, let me do that for you.
[Donna] No, that's all right.
I'm always glad to
see new residents
getting on well here at
Happy Haven, Lillian,
but I will not permit cliques.
[Lillian] It's just
that otherwise it's hard
to hear yourself thinking here
with the television
on all the time.
Do you have a
complaint to raise?
Oh, no.
Because I'm sure Mr. Tarbuck
will be enormously interested
to hear your comments
on the standard of care
in his establishment.
Oh, please don't
trouble Mr. Tarbuck.
Well, you get on and
clear this mess you made.
No, I'll do that
for her, really.
Don't stand there gawking.
[everyone chuckling]
[rain pattering]
[fire crackling]
[chimes ringing]
You can't leave it like that.
Why not?
Ah, it looks like,
it looks like she's
hanged herself.
[laughing] It does
a bit, doesn't it?
Quite funny though.
Where on earth did you take
that whole thing up from?
Diana! [screaming]
Careful!
Oh, happy Christmas!
Oh!
-Oh, you're wet. Take it off.
-Well you've seen
it out there.
And the traffic was appalling.
Oh, you know, that must
have done 30 Christmas trees
and still never
managed to stay up
on a single one.
Do you remember
the year dad tried
sticking a coat hanger
up his bum? [laughing]
Mrs. Moon!
It's been ages.
Happy Christmas.
[Violet] You look
just the same, Diana.
Pretty as ever.
Yep, you do, you look great, Di.
What have you done
with the others?
[Diana] Oh, they're
unloading the car.
[Claire] Right.
[Diana] Where's Rosie?
I don't know why your mother
had to pack so many clothes.
It's only family.
Sam?
Sam?
[cow mooing]
Uncle Fergus?
I'm not too late, am I?
Hey, cowboy! [chuckling]
You haven't forgotten
how, have you?
Come on then.
[Sam] Which one?
[Fergus] Here, do that one.
[Sam] Where's Daisy?
[Fergus] Sam brought
a Ouija board.
[chuckling] No thanks.
[Sam] Wait, this one's ripening.
[Fergus] You all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
Ooh.
Don't hold with all that
cobblers, do we Rosie?
Is there anybody there?
Yes.
Do you have a message
for anybody here?
Jonna.
You're pushing it.
No I'm not.
Then it's you, you're
the one who's cheating.
Look, no hands.
[Sam] It's working. [humming]
Anyone who thinks
this is a silly game
would be wise to
leave the table now.
There are sleepers
in the world beyond
who don't take kindly
to being snickered at.
[Jonna snickering]
Jonna, grow up.
Take no notice, Mrs. Moon.
Now, join with me,
my best beloveds.
[Sam humming]
Ow, ow.
And we will see what
may not be seen.
It is moving.
Shh.
C.
[Sam And Jonna] H.
-I.
-[door creaking]
Oh really, no consideration.
[Rosie babbling]
Right, well.
I'ma put Rosie to bed then.
Should have been put down
hours ago, poor little mite.
Mum.
Well.
[Jonna] Night, Rosie.
[All] C.
K.
A.
D.
E.
E.
[glass shattering]
-What was it?
-Chickadee.
Now.
Something kadee,
something kadee.
What does that mean,
something kadee.
It means your ghost can't spell.
It's probably speaking
in some other language.
Try one more.
Can we play another game?
No, come on, we're going to bed.
Sammy, come on, go.
[eerie music]
[fire whooshing and crackling]
Hard to see how they can ruin
a simple plate of
toast and marmalade.
But they do.
Every day.
[pills clacking]
Those help, do they?
I've been taking
them so long now
I can't tell.
[Lillian] Seeing a doctor?
Sort of.
[door creaking]
Cath.
Take that dress off
and wear this one.
[Cath] Oh, that's ancient.
Oh it's a lovely colour though.
It brings out your eyes.
You must have been
a lovely mother.
Never a mother.
Never a wife.
Got no family.
I thought Violet said
you had a brother.
My brother died in the war
on the Burma railway.
I thought I'd lost him forever.
But then Violet came
to live in Paignton.
And sometimes,
sometimes in her house
I do hear him, hear his voice.
It's a comfort to know
he's waiting for me.
Talented woman, your sister.
Stepsister.
[Lillian] Got that ballerina?
Oh yes, yes, she's
in my treasure box.
[hens clucking]
[Diana] Rosie will be fine.
Ooh, it's freezing!
[doors thudding]
[jeep starting and revving]
[music box tinkling]
[sombre piano music]
Ow!
Spiteful.
[eerie music]
I'll tell my mummy of you.
[lightly eerie music]
[door knocking]
I don't like Christmas.
We've got some wonderful
news, Chickadee.
So sweet, the way
you call her that.
Chickadee.
[tense eerie music]
You can both be bridesmaids.
She's gone to her family.
It is Christmas, you know.
My son's coming
for me in a minute.
He's an accountant.
Violet hasn't got any
family, has she, Cath?
[eerie music]
No.
Please, mummy.
Ah!
Here somewhere.
That's it.
Fergus Moon, that's her son.
I'll write it down for you.
Lower Edgecombe Farm.
It's on Dartmoor.
I'll give you the
phone number too.
Lovely girl, her
daughter-in-law.
Lovely baby.
Oh, would you mind if Cath
just sat down for a moment?
If you're unwell, of course.
Only my son will be here soon.
Spending Christmas
with my family, I am.
[Young Cath] No, please, mummy.
Ah!
She sat on our presents, daddy.
Why do you have to
be so bloody clumsy?
[holiday trumpet music]
[tractor revving]
[cows mooing]
I thought you
loved country life.
Birdies tweeting,
new calves mooing.
Yeah, and pooing, pissing,
treading on your feet,
eating all your money.
Come on, Claire.
You've got the perfect
life, the perfect husband.
Fergus was quite
a catch you know.
You know, the only other
woman he's ever really
been interested in is
his ghastly mother.
I thought Rosie would cheer
the old bag up a bit, you know?
First grandchild and all that.
She won't even look at her.
Mrs. Moon likes boys.
Boys will continue the line.
Boys to plough
till kingdom come.
We're getting out, Di.
[Diana] What?
We're selling up if we can.
Why?
Do you know what I dream of?
A flat in London,
two window boxes,
ivory coloured carpets,
tube station on the corner,
a little shop selling
vanilla candles
and antique pine.
Why would you want my life?
I don't.
[jeep starting]
-[cows mooing]
-[sheep bleating]
Nobody at school eats
beef now, only hamburgers.
[Fergus laughing]
I know, I keep telling them.
Should I go and
do the water now?
Yeah, go on, off you go.
Oh, hello.
Haven't you told your mum yet?
Oh, give us a chance.
Cheer up, only three more
days of family happiness.
Hmm.
Can we survive it?
What's this then?
Oh, I thought my son
could have a look at that.
Jonna's very handy,
aren't you darling?
From Polytech Electra.
New university,
if you don't mind.
No, I'd rather Fergus did it
if it's all the same to you.
Oh, Claire.
I can't get over her
not washing these
since last year.
And this icing's rock hard.
Sure there's nothing I can do?
Well, I can watch
the telly then.
No, I didn't know what I
ever saw in him either.
I imagine you thought he'd
be clever and interesting.
Mm, such a cliche isn't it?
Shagging the lecturer
instead of reading the books.
I remember the day
Fergus first brought you
home from college.
We weren't too sure
about you, you know?
We thought he'd choose
a big, strong girl,
an outdoor type.
[chuckling] Us
business daddy's girls
called him the aggie boys.
Hunky, but dozy.
Well, at 18, the last
thing any girl wants
is to be a farmer's wife.
And then you start
to grow up and
start seeing what you missed.
Oh, it was all a long
time ago, Mrs. Moon.
Oh, call me Violet, love.
[Diana] Sammy, there you are,
what have you been doing?
I've been feeding the cows, mum.
My son, you have grown.
Well, it's got to be what,
three years since
you saw him last.
Who would have
thought a city boy
would turn out to be so
useful on a farm, hey?
Get off me.
Well, don't you two
make a lovely pair.
Don't they, Diana?
Two peas in a pod.
Put the kettle on, mum.
I'll do it.
How old are you now, son?
I'm 12 in February.
I was just saying, Claire.
Fergus and Sam,
two peas in a pod.
[light tense music]
-[light piano music]
-[Lillian humming]
[gasping] Oh, Cath!
You startled me.
I haven't got anything for you.
That doesn't matter, dear.
Pointless waiting.
Have it now.
I'm not used to this,
kindness like this.
[gasping] Oh.
Oh. [chuckling]
I know all about you, you see.
Creeping down to the kitchen
in the night, midnight feasts.
Well, now you can eat away
without having to
switch the light on.
And don't think you're the
only girl at Happy Haven
hiding a guilty
secret, Cath Marks.
Pale cream or Amontillado?
Low pressure heading our way.
Stormy weather for
Devon and Cornwall
and with the met office issuing
a severe weather warning
there will be some
treacherous conditions
if you're out and
about, damaging-
Where's the gruesome twosome?
Sorry?
Miss Castle and Miss Marks.
[Reporter] The message for
Christmas day, I'm afraid.
[door knocking]
[Cath] Oh please
don't tell anyone.
Promise you will never tell!
I promise.
[door knocking]
[Valerie] We all right
in there, ladies?
Coming.
I'm coming in now.
You missed your tea.
[Lillian] Well Cath
had a little headache.
Well I hope she don't
need the doctor,
it's Christmas eve.
Well actually, she's
been a little bit sick
but don't worry, I've
cleared most of it up.
You can come and
see if you like.
Do you mean you
killed your mother?
[mom panting]
[tense music]
Careful, Kitty.
Stand back from the edge.
[Mom] Let me see.
How do I look?
[Dad] Wonderful!
[Mom laughing]
[Young Cath] Come, mummy,
come and look at this.
Oh, oh!
Ooh, little cow!
All you ever do is show me up.
Look!
Look what you've done!
Fat, stupid clumsy girl!
I was always clumsy. [sobbing]
Mummy always said I was clumsy.
Oh.
Grownups can be very cruel.
Shut up, mummy!
Shut up being horrible!
[mom screaming]
What did you do that for?
You killed your mummy!
You pushed her!
They all blamed me.
Even him.
He blamed me.
Your stepfather?
He never spoke to me.
He never looked at me.
He took Violet and left.
Left me on my own.
Forever and ever. [sobbing]
But it was an accident.
[metal clattering]
[light eerie music]
[Claire] Watch, Di.
You're not watching!
This one's nice, Claire.
I'm not sure it's
your colour though.
Oh!
Oops, Claire!
[Claire laughing]
It's yoga.
I know what it is,
thank you very much.
She does it to keep her
fanny firm for Fergus.
Diana.
Well, you do.
I'm going to the loo.
Now, madam.
12 years ago, Fergus
and Claire's wedding.
What was it?
Forgot your father
behind the marquee?
No.
God, I'm not that
much of a monster.
It was when he came back
from his stag night.
We were drunk!
Please, Violet,
don't say anything.
It was too long ago.
Claire's my sister and I
don't want anyone thinking
I want to hurt her.
Course not, lovely.
Course not.
[Fergus] You have to hold
it higher, Jonna, do it.
[Diana] So you
won't say anything?
All I want is the
best for my Fergus.
And for him to stay on
the farm where he's happy.
[Claire screaming]
[tense music]
Claire!
God.
Claire?
[Fergus] That's
it, nearly done it.
Ugh!
Dad, you said to stop counting!
-Thank you.
-No slacking down there!
[Violet] Fergus, you
better come quick!
There's been an accident!
Come on!
[Jonna] Come on, Sam.
All right, I don't think
you've broken anything.
More cushions, Sam.
Let's get you comfortable.
Oh, darling.
There, is that better?
Where does it hurt?
It all hurts.
What happened?
Someone left Sam's Ouija board
on the top stair.
[Jonna] Sam.
But not me.
Just where someone was
bound to trip over it.
[rain pattering]
[light pensive music]
Christmas.
[Lillian] George, you're
taking a bit of a risk.
No, it's all right.
I just saw Valerie leave.
For you.
It's a chrysanthemum.
Mmm, so I see.
So you'd better come
have a cup of tea.
[solemn choir music]
* And a manger for his bed *
Come on, Lillian,
change your mind.
My place is lovely
and warm, and quiet.
I don't like to think
of you stuck in here
all over Christmas with
all these old fogies.
Oh, it's very kind
of you, George.
But apart from being
an old fogie myself,
I think I want to
stay here with Cath.
Something short of a
scratch card, that one.
Don't be rotten, George.
[Donna] There you go.
Thank you.
[Woman] Can we
have a cup of tea?
[Donna] You've all had yours.
Are you gonna tell me?
Tell you what?
What Violet did to
upset your barmy friend.
She's not barmy.
Where is she, by the way?
Lillian?
[buttons clacking]
[solemn choir music]
[phone ringing]
Ooh.
Sit tight, Claire, I'll get it.
Moon Towers.
Is Violet Moon there?
Yes she is, who's calling?
Hello?
Hello?
[door creaking]
[rain pattering]
[door knocking]
[Lillian] Hey, love?
Perhaps she'd gone for a walk.
No.
No, she's gone to find Violet.
Promise me you
won't tell anyone.
Scout's honour.
Cath's mother married
Violet's father.
So they were stepsisters.
But then her mother died
in a terrible accident
and the tragedy
split the family up
and she spent all the
rest of her life alone.
And yes, maybe she
is a little bit odd.
Violet?
Cath.
Do keep up, George.
Is she dangerous?
Oh, don't be daft,
she was 11 years old.
[light eerie music]
You've had the buses, love.
[car honking]
I said you've had the
buses, it's Christmas Eve.
Should I get you a taxi?
Go to rob a bank or what?
Probably just wants to get
out of Paignton for Christmas.
Who can blame her?
[Cath] Taxi!
Wait!
[cow mooing]
[Violet] Supper's nearly ready.
Great.
Ah, you're gonna
be a heartbreaker.
[cow mooing]
You like the farm,
don't you son?
Uncle Fergus says
there's no future in it.
All the cows are mad
and the farmers are
committing suicide.
All right, Sam.
Off and wash your hands.
Mum, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna
want to hear this but
we might have to sell the farm.
She never liked it here.
She never wanted to
be a farmer's wife.
It's nothing to do with Claire,
it's just the economics of it.
Just doesn't add up anymore.
[Driver] Going to your family?
That's nice.
Why can't we wait and
ask Valerie tomorrow?
Why would Obergruppen
Valerie tell us anything?
Well supposing we get caught?
They'll just think we're senile.
I think we probably are.
So long, lovebirds.
Don't do anything I
wouldn't do. [chuckling]
[door clacking]
[suspenseful music]
[Old Woman] Lillian.
What are we looking for?
Whatever it was
Cath didn't tell me.
It's gorgeous,
Violet, thank you.
-[Jonna] Not on the table.
-[Sam] But dad!
It's all right mum,
-I'll do it.
-I'm on the top level!
[Jonna] Come on, Sam.
[Diana] Claire,
what's for dessert?
[Claire] Oh I was
gonna do trifle.
There's some yoghourts
in the fridge.
-Okay.
-Not for me,
thank you Diana.
I've never liked the
idea of yoghourt.
Oh, sorry.
I'm not blaming you, dear.
What's that?
[Violet] I don't know
how you eat that stuff.
Newfangled rubbish.
It's neither one
thing or the other.
[Jonna] Yogurt's good for you.
[Violet] A proper pudding's
what's good for you.
[Sam] Well then I get this one.
[Rosie crying]
Oh, you see what Valerie
says about you, Lillian.
George, listen.
Stubborn, difficult,
and hard to like.
That's good, coming from her.
Nevertheless, Miss Castle
is an intelligent woman
whose loneliness is
mainly self-inflicted.
George, there's a lot
Cath didn't tell me.
Heatherston Secure Unit,
Home Office Pathologist,
Offender profiling.
Oh, god!
It says she killed
her own mother!
Lillian, she's a murderer!
But she said it was an accident.
[Rosie crying]
[Claire] Coming, sweetheart.
-[windshield clacking]
-Oh!
* Lucky you *
* Go to sleep *
[Cath] Thank you.
[Driver] Merry Christmas, then.
One grain.
Mhmm.
Ooh.
[Rosie babbling]
Look at the car.
Bye bye.
[rain pattering]
[wind howling]
[family chattering]
-Whoah!
-Wooo.
You all right?
Here, Rosie here.
Hello, Rosie.
Lets have cheese and biscuits.
-Yay!
-Oh, bugger.
I forgot the biscuits.
I knew there was something.
No more biscuits?
I brought some.
Oh, yay!
Got more biscuits.
Give me a kissy.
[lightly eerie music]
[music box tinkling]
[tense music]
Sammy, if you drink any
more, you'll never sleep.
It's like you when you work.
[Jonna chuckling]
[Diana] Thank you.
[Jonna] Ah, lovely.
-Biscuits!
-Here's some cheese.
[Diana] Wait.
Help me put this to work, Sam.
Silven, that one.
Such an awful night out.
There you go, lots
of cheese for you.
You are so mean.
Give me a bigger piece.
Come on.
Biscuit.
-Don't lean over.
-Hey, wait, wait.
[tense music]
[door creaking]
[rain splashing]
[eerie music]
[Violet] I didn't know you
left the hospital, Kitty.
I'd been in and out.
I've been hearing
your poor mother.
[Cath] My mother's dead.
No, I mean I've been
hearing her in the spirit.
What do you think
she wants, Kitty?
Cath.
I'm Cath, I've
been Cath for ages.
You didn't know me, did you,
when I came to your house?
But I knew you, Violet.
60 years, I've
never forgotten you.
Why have you come here?
[lamp squeaking]
[Cath] I've come for Christmas.
[Diana] Oh Sammy, darling,
don't take any more cheese.
You'll have bad dreams.
My love, you're smothering him.
[Diana sighing]
Dreams of ghoulies and ghosties?
I love lickety beasties.
[everyone chuckling]
And things,
[Sam And Fergus] That go bump.
[Claire] Ooh.
[Sam] In the night.
Power cut.
I wanna see your
family, all of them.
Yeah, well, we have to
get some candles first.
They're up there, they're
in that barn over there.
Specially the baby.
[tense music]
[women screaming]
[everyone laughing]
[Diana] He always has his torch.
Put your hands up!
[Diana] Stop it.
-Have some more cheese, son.
-Sam, put this
candle in there.
[rain pattering]
Fancy you married
a man called Moon.
Violet Moon.
Toody moody Violet
Moon. [chuckling]
Tickling the ivories,
torturing our ears.
Anyway, I was always
better than you.
I got my grade five.
[Cath] And your farm,
and your fine son.
And your nice retirement and
your nice bungalow in Paignton.
You got all those
things, Violet.
You're hurting me, Kitty.
Cath.
It's gotta be Cath.
'Cause everyone remembers Kitty
and what she did.
That's why it must
always be Cath.
I'm an old woman, I
don't remember things.
Remember, remember, remember,
you must remember!
That was a terrible
thing you did, Catherine.
And you were punished for it!
You and your daddy
left me all alone.
But my daddy saw what you did.
My daddy saw everything!
[dad gasping]
No.
Your daddy didn't see me.
He couldn't have.
I was too far from the edge!
I wish you'd never been born.
[Dad] Sheena, what
on earth is going on?
I'm coming. [breathing heavily]
But you, Violet.
You could have told
them it was an accident.
You pushed her!
You did it on purpose.
You killed your mommy!
It went perfectly,
didn't it, Violet?
Got me put away for
60 years, you did,
so you could have your daddy
all alone with you then.
We were all right,
me and my daddy
until you two came along!
Your mother was
a monkey strumpet
and she got what
was coming to her.
And so did you!
Oh, you spiteful little-
Argh!
Ah! [groaning]
[sombre music]
[Sheena] I've got a
problem with my shoe.
I'll be ready in a minute.
[Sheena screaming]
You!
You killed my mummy!
Mummy?
[Cath grunting]
[bubbles gurgling]
[sombre music]
Ex directory?
Oh dear.
Could you just give
me the address then?
I see.
Well, thanks anyway.
[Lillian sighing]
[Fergus] Don't
know what on earth
you were doing out there, mum.
Thought we'd lost you.
Oh, just remembering
the old days.
And thinking about the future.
When did Cath Marks
have a family?
Since the day before yesterday.
You should have told me
about this silly trip
of hers last night.
Dirty little stop out.
The quiet ones are
always the worst.
Oh god, as if I haven't
got enough to worry about.
Mr. Tarbuck himself's
coming for Christmas lunch.
You have both been
extremely silly old women.
Hello.
Uncle Fergus?
Can I have some milk, please?
You know when I was younger,
I really wanted to be a farmer.
What's it now then?
A particle physicist.
[Fergus laughing]
You don't mind, do you?
I wanted to be an architect.
[music box tinkling]
[cow mooing]
[light eerie music]
Mum?
You all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Come and get some breakfast.
[Officer] So she hasn't seen
this sister of her since,
1938.
Ah.
Miss Marks' been in and out
of hospital all her life.
That would be,
Oh, psychiatric hospitals.
Of course, Sergeant, yeah.
Sugar?
None for me.
Three for him.
The stop last night.
Mmm.
Dangerous at all, would you say?
Oh.
Well there's no suspicion
she might have, you know,
done herself a mischief?
Look, Sergeant.
Imagine you've had no
family for 60 years,
then yesterday you find
out you've got a sister.
And there's a baby
grandchild and everything.
And it's Christmas!
Well of you trot, don't you?
Have to be better than
sticking around here.
Oh, thank you very much.
Hmm?
[Sergeant] She's how old?
73.
In good health?
Oh, yes, excellent.
Well.
But there's no address
for this family of hers?
Oh, it was Lower something farm.
On Dartmoor.
That's all I can
remember, I'm sorry.
Oh.
There you go.
Ooh, thanks Di.
Mmm, needed that.
Sure you didn't want one?
No, thanks.
A bit later maybe.
No alcohol for me, thank you.
Ooh, cheap and
cheerful as usual.
Shh.
[Claire] I know, we could
always have packet red sauce.
[Diana] Come on, Claire.
Where's your Dunkirk spirit?
[tense music]
[Violet] Can I
help you officers?
[Sergeant] Mrs. Violet Moon?
Yes.
Some sort of problem, Sergeant?
Oh this is my son, Fergus Moon.
I'm Sergeant Pollard
from Paignton.
This is Constable Browning.
We're looking for
this lady, sir,
the larger one of the two.
No, I don't recognise
either of them.
Her name is Miss
Catherine Marks.
She went missing last night.
Apparently she's
your mother's sister.
She hasn't got a sister.
I was always an only child.
[Sergeant] You won't mind if
we take a look around then?
Not at all.
I'll go with them, son.
Guided tour now.
Oh, why didn't you invite
your new friends in?
We love a man in uniform.
Mad old lady's supposed to
have come up here last night.
What, another mad old lady?
Matching pair.
An old lady claiming
to be mum's sister.
Your mum hasn't got
a sister, has she?
No.
-[tray popping]
-[Claire screaming]
[gasping] Claire!
Oh, oh, oh!
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Claire, are you all
right, are you all right?
Are you sure?
[Diana snickering]
[Fergus laughing]
I'm glad you think it's funny.
Because if I hadn't been
wearing these glasses
you'd be scraping hot
chestnuts out of my eyes.
You're supposed
to prick them, Di!
They have to be
pricked all over!
Sorry.
-Oh!
-[tray clattering]
[door slamming]
A little too fat.
Here, let me do that.
Here you go.
That's better.
My grandma was a farmer's wife.
Fantastic cook.
Cooked all the food you're
not allowed to eat anymore.
Cholesterol city.
Well, things aren't
what they used to be.
Isn't that right, Mrs. Moon?
Take another look at the
photograph, Mrs. Moon.
Are you sure you
don't recognise her?
No, sorry.
[tense music]
[fence creaking]
[Violet exclaiming]
[Cath] Oh, no!
Mrs. Moon?
This railing.
You wanna tell your
son to get it seen to.
Come on, you.
Mrs. Moon, we're all done.
[Diana] I was just
saying to Fergus,
shouldn't they be sending out
search parties or something?
I mean if some mad old lady
came staggering up here
last night in all that weather?
[Fergus] But surely we'd have
heard a car, wouldn't we?
[Claire] A car did stop
at the top of the lane.
I saw the headlights.
You're supposed
to blot them now.
I beg your pardon?
You know, a tissue.
Mwah, mwah.
Ugh.
Well, Lillian.
Police went to that farm
you told them about,
middle of nowhere, apparently.
And?
Ha, and nothing.
They couldn't find her?
Apparently they had
never heard of her.
I have my doubts about Cath.
Borderline dementia
if you ask me.
[doorbell dinging]
Oh!
Cath never came back last night,
and now the police have been
to wherever it was she went
and she wasn't there.
They've met Violet
and Violet said
she didn't know her.
You coming in for a minced pie?
It's my fault she went there!
Now I'm going to get her back.
Are you coming or what?
Oh!
[Rosie babbling]
The dead have arisen.
[Jonna] Merry Christmas.
God, Jonna, you really can't
sleep ring gun, you know?
I suppose breakfast
out of the question?
-I've just load a fresh
-Come on dad, we've been
-waiting hours!
-Pot of tea.
Let's open the presents,
-dad.
-That'd be lovely, Mrs. Moon.
It's dark in here.
-Give me my present, dad.
-Power's not still off,
is it?
Don't worry,
-There's still plenty light.
-Hurry up.
Merry Christmas.
Oh, thanks, dad.
Merry Christmas, Fergus.
-Merry Christmas, Jonna.
-Thank you, Jonna.
-Oh, presents!
-Put them all up here.
-Okay.
-Lovely.
This woman Catherine Marks.
Are you sure that name
doesn't ring any bells?
Whoah, thanks dad!
-That's all right, son.
-It's just odd, isn't it
that she'd tell people
she's your sister
if she's never even met you.
Oh, I meet all
sorts of odd people
in my line of work,
people who get funny ideas.
So you're saying that you
might have met her after all?
No, no, never met her.
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
[eerie music]
[screaming] Oh!
Rosie.
Oh, oh!
You're all right,
it's all right.
I don't believe her
'cause she bloody well
does it on purpose!
Now, Claire, it was an accident!
But she could have
scalded Rosie!
[Fergus] Yes, it
was an accident!
Yeah it's over now.
No it's not.
Merry Christmas! [laughing]
You want to get yourself
back to the home, Ms. Castle.
You're in danger of missing
your Christmas dinner.
If you didn't find my friend,
you can't have looked properly.
Why don't we just take
a seat for a minute, eh?
The lady we spoke to told
us she didn't have a sister.
You sure you saw Violet Moon?
Yeah.
And her son, the farmer.
Miss Castle, they both confirmed
Mrs. Moon is an only child.
You showed her the picture?
[Sergeant] Yes.
And she didn't recognise Cath?
The thing you might
not know, Sergeant
is Violet and Cath lost
touch 60 years ago because-
Shh.
Because?
Because Violet's father
married Cath's mother
who fell off the
battlements of a castle
and she was accused
of pushing her.
And she didn't, you
see, it was an accident.
But she got the blame anyway
and ended up in
prison for murder.
Cath, not Violet.
I said Cath.
And it wasn't prison,
Sergeant, it was a hospital.
Miss Castle.
Are you sure your
friend doesn't have the,
what should we say,
a particularly
active imagination?
She wasn't making it up.
Now let go of my hand,
you patronising creep.
Come on.
Before we go back now,
we can put the capon in the oven
and still be eating
in front of the queen.
Roast potatoes, brussel sprouts.
Got blue onion in the fridge.
That Sergeant fancies
himself something rotten.
I'm going to show him.
One of them luxury
Christmas puddings
with real brandy butter.
Wait George,
-I'm thinking.
-What?
No.
That picture!
That picture the police
took up to the farm!
What about it?
It had me in as well!
Me who's been joining
hands with Violet Moon
to come to the spirit world
for the best part of five years!
So it wasn't only Cath
she denied knowing,
it was you as well!
Mmmm.
Come on.
[waves crashing]
[trapdoor creaking]
[eerie music]
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
[door thudding]
[music box tinkling]
[Sam] Aunt Claire!
We need you downstairs!
[music box tinkling]
Oh, Sam, that looks lovely.
Haven't you got a lovely eye.
Artistic, aren't you?
You get that from
your mother, I expect.
Nothing very artistic
about our side of the
family, I'm afraid.
This was going off on its own.
Yes, it does that.
Can you fix it for me, Fergus?
Oh, Fergus, don't start
fiddling with that thing now,
not in the middle
of all this cooking.
Did you want something, Sam?
Turkey needs basting.
Does it feel hot
in here to anybody?
Hardly, darling.
They are a bit pink.
Maybe it's the sherry.
Tell you what, Fergus,
I think this might
be worth something.
[Fergus] Not in its
present condition.
[tense music]
[Violet] Got memories,
that box has.
[Sam] Why don't you fix
it, why don't you fix it?
Oh!
[pan clattering]
Ow!
[pan clattering]
[door clanging]
The wife's.
Magnificent troublemaker
in her prime, that woman.
Spent six months in a
tent on Green and Common.
[coughing] You would
have liked her, Lill.
Lillian.
I don't know when
I last took it out.
It'll enjoy a little run then.
[birds squawking]
The wife did all that.
Sparking plugs,
alternators, everything.
[exhaust popping]
Much better than me at
all that stuff, she was.
Oh, pick up, George.
Look, we got here.
How'd you know
the neighbor's in?
She's not.
My son the accountant's
coming in a minute.
I'm spending Christmas with
my son, the accountant.
Why are you talking like that?
Because she did.
[window shattering]
[George] No, Lillian.
[glass clattering]
I thought you liked
magnificent troublemakers.
I said I married one.
I didn't say I liked them.
Maybe the sentence will
be community service.
Gardening, pro rate pension
or something like that.
I mean real all
right pensioners.
[door knocking]
How you doing?
I'm all right.
Oh, what's all this?
It's Violet, she
left it in the attic.
Said she didn't have room
for it in the bungalow.
[Diana] So you're going through
Violet's old family album.
Why exactly?
[Claire] Looking
for secret sister.
I mean, what do you think?
Violet hasn't changed
much, has she?
Why does she
frighten you so much?
Di, she wants to get rid of me.
[Diana scoffing]
[lightly tense music]
Smells all right to me.
She did have quite a few.
Stress, I believe you
young people call it.
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
Look, she left the Ouija
board on the stairs,
she dropped tea all over me
and I think she put
something in my sherry.
Oh, Claire.
You'll be telling
me next I forgot
to prick the
chestnuts on purpose.
This was Violet's
room, wasn't it?
Her room, her house, her farm.
Her son.
God, that's a beautiful view.
[Violet] Well, you can see
why she feels a strain.
[pan sizzling]
These are lovely and cold.
[Violet] And of course, with
Diana being here, and Sam.
I'd be a lot happier
if the two most important
women in my life
would try a bit harder
to get on together.
Well she says you
weren't planning
on having another baby.
Can't afford the one we've got.
Oh, Fergus, you must have a son.
Otherwise there'll be no
chance of saving the farm.
Come on mum, you
read the newspapers,
you know the situation.
We're running at a loss.
I'm destroying my milkhouse now
because it costs too much
even to get them to market.
What you need is
more investment,
more money coming
in, more support.
What do you think Claire
is doing information technology
for, the good of her health?
Come next year, she's gonna
be back at work full time.
She'll still only
be a secretary.
Sam!
Dinner's ready, my sweet.
Now Diana, she
brings home money.
She's a proper businesswoman.
I mean look at her
lovely clothes.
She's so competent
and beautiful too.
I mean, she is
beautiful, isn't she?
She doesn't know why she
married that fool Jonna.
She told me so herself.
And she's got Sam.
I mean that's your future.
Your son, Sam.
Don't ever let me hear you
say anything like that again.
I mean it, mum.
I don't want you causing
trouble in the family.
Well, I just want
what's best for you.
Mum.
Claire is my wife.
Rosie is my daughter.
Oh, I love Rosie, you know I do.
Why don't you show
it a bit more, then?
I'm not asking you to be
best friends with Claire.
Just try to be a bit more
of a grandmother to Rosie.
All right, son, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.
Champagne, fantastic.
-Hooray!
-Spanish fizz actually.
Starving.
Turkey's looking better, Fergus.
Claire not coming down?
-Anything I can do Mrs. Moon?
-Maybe in a while.
-That looks gorgeous.
-Take those vegetables there.
And Sam, take this
gravy, will you love?
All right, in we go.
Jonna, you can
light the candles.
[Jonna] Yes.
Come on Sam, hurry up.
[family chattering]
You'll have missed your dinner.
Oh, hours ago. We get
dinner here at the time
normal people are
having their elevenses.
Want a fig roll?
No.
Now what magic plan
are you hatching now?
[Lillian] We're going
to need a better car.
Anyone but Valerie's.
Hmm, bit of a sardine can, yes.
But I know where
she keeps her keys.
[car honking]
Oop.
Ignorant git.
Pardon my French.
Anyone'd think he
owned the bloody road.
He does.
Smile and wave, George.
Smile and wave.
That's Mr. Tarbuck, the
owner of Happy Haven.
But forget the sardine can.
Oh!
Mr. Tarbuck.
You're a little later
than we expected.
And I can't stay long neither.
[Valerie] Oh, this is sudden.
You're my third today.
Oh, I see.
Well don't just
stand there, woman.
Find me somewhere to put these!
Ooh, Mr. Tarbuck.
I must say
that new gym's doing
wonders for your physique.
Oh?
I haven't got time for
nookie, you daft cow,
it's Christmas day!
Ho, ho, ho!
Well, they've had their dinner.
I see.
Ho ho ho.
Right, then.
All together.
[light piano music]
Mr. Tarbuck, we already
had this one this morning.
Oh, come on, Valerie,
do your duty.
* Ding dong merrily on high *
* In heaven bells are ringing *
* Ding dong verily the sky *
* Is riven with angels singing *
She fancies him.
She does.
[Donna giggling]
Now birthing she
should be, that one.
* Hosanna in excelsis *
You know their trouble,
these old people?
They're all too bloody obedient!
-Too bloody obedient!
-Oh, Ernest.
Come on, come on.
Hey go, go!
[car starting and revving]
[Donna giggling]
There you go.
Hey Fergus, could I
have a topper please?
[Fergus] Yeah, sure.
He'll get another
bottle down his neck,
insert his backside
into that armchair,
rant his head off for a bit
during the Queen's speech.
Mmm, God bless her.
Fall asleep during
the national anthem
and snore all the way through
the Harrison Ford movie.
Looking into the future, Diana,
consulting your
crystal ball again?
Oh I don't need a
crystal ball, Jonna.
You're too predictable for that.
Mum.
Truth is I won't be
doing any of those things
'cause there's no electricity.
No, we're gonna be
reduced to breathing life
into the dead art
of conversation.
Oh, shut up.
What's your star sign, Violet?
[Sam] Dad.
You'd never know listening to
my wife that she's a pisces.
You know, poetic,
melancholy and kind.
[Sam] Dad, don't!
Jonna would rather
have us like him,
boring, pretentious and bald!
Just stop it, will you?
Just stop it!
I'm going out now.
[Diana] Now look
what you've done.
[Jonna] Sam?
I'm just gonna nip up and
see how Claire's doing.
Rosie.
-This.
-A flattery.
Oh, thank you.
Just a little something.
Oh.
Thank you very much.
[Valerie] Miss Irma!
Not gonna watch
your telly, Ernest?
No.
This is much more entertaining
than bloody telly.
[Donna laughing]
[Ernest laughing]
Valerie!
[eerie whimsical music]
[Operator] All
units from control.
[Sergeant] All units, you
know fine well it's only us.
[Constable] Rudolph the
red nosed reindeer out.
[Operator] There's a Happy
Haven Residential Home
For the Elderly complaining
Mr. Lindsey Tarbuck.
[Sergeant] Well, he
rolls up one treasure
like he does a heater.
[Operator] Jaguar XKR
stolen from the premises.
Suspects are a male IC1 and
female IC1, destination unknown.
Confirm age of suspects.
[Operator] Both of the criminals
both approaching 80, Sarge.
Miss Castle and her boyfriend.
Yeah, I know where
they're going.
Show us responding.
[light music]
I drove bigger than
this in the war, George.
Armoured vehicles on occasion.
Never had an accident.
I had hoped to die in my bed.
Be dark soon.
Fusspot.
Here she is.
-Oh, hey.
-Hi.
Hey.
-Welcome back.
-Are you feeling better?
[Claire] Yes, thanks.
Oh, pudding's up.
[Diana] Oh, brandy, Fergus.
Oh yeah.
[Claire] Can I light it?
Can you give her a lighter,
Fergus, mine's broken.
Oh, there's one on
the mantel piece.
This is my favourite
bit of Christmas.
[Fergus] Oh Sam, just in time.
[Jonna] There you go, here.
[Fergus] Come on
Sam, proper pudding.
Oh, let us pray for a
flame, oh my best beloveds.
Concentrate, Sam.
Can we just light it, please?
[tense music]
Oh, my god!
[Diana] Put your drink on it!
Just put it out!
[Rosie crying]
[Diana] There's a bit more.
[Claire] Oh, here, my darling.
No harm done then.
I'll serve up then.
Yeah, let's eat.
[Fergus] All right, Rosie.
[Claire] She's all right, okay.
[Violet] There.
That's for Claire.
[Diana] Okay.
Hope you didn't forget to
put a sixpence in, mum.
Never miss.
And the brandy butter's there.
For Sam there.
Sammy.
Brandy butter.
No, it looks great.
Oh!
[tense music]
Glass.
How much more proof
do you want, Fergus?
She made the
pudding, she cut it.
She chose who got which piece.
You think you know her.
You don't know her.
You did have a sister,
didn't you, Violet?
I've seen her photograph,
and so has Diana.
So where is she now, hmm?
Where is your sister now?
[eerie music]
She's dead.
[tense music]
[Rosie babbling]
And you never told anyone?
It was best forgotten, Fergus.
Even your dad never knew.
My mother died, my
father married again.
His second wife got a
daughter, my stepsister Kitty.
About my age, a bit older.
Didn't last long.
[Diana] They got divorced?
No, she died.
His new wife died.
She fell, it was
some sort of accident
and there was a scandal.
I was very young, I
don't remember properly.
Anyway, nobody told you
anything those days.
And then the war came
and my father was sent overseas.
And he was killed.
Go on, son.
Go and get that milking seen to.
My dad, my lovely dad.
He used to say I was
his best little girl.
His old chickadee.
[tense music]
She didn't fall,
you know, Diana.
She was pushed.
Things had got very bad
between her and my stepsister.
Her own daughter pushed her?
-But that's-
-I was there.
I saw it all.
And I had to tell my daddy
what I saw, didn't I?
Good riddance to
bad rubbish, daddy.
Don't blame yourself, Violet.
[eerie music]
[car whooshing]
-[tyres screeching]
-Ooh!
I see, so she still
hasn't turned up yet?
Right, thank you officer.
Yes, happy Christmas.
[Diana] Claire.
Di, look what I found.
Death certificate.
Her beloved father,
who she just told you
died a hero in the war,
he killed himself in Torquay.
She's a bare-faced liar.
You know the old
lady that's supposed
to have turned up
here last night?
I just spoke to the police,
nobody's heard from her.
Do you remember I saw a car
stop at the top of
the lane last night
and then Violet went out and
she was out for quite a while?
What if that old
lady is her sister?
I mean what if she's lying
dead somewhere on the farm?
And what if Violet, the
senile serial killer
achieves her master plan
and murders you with
a poisoned mince pie?
Claire, what is it with you?
You're completely paranoid.
-[music box tinkling]
-[eerie music]
Okay.
Amazing what you can do
with a Swiss Army Knife.
I know, it's a
wicked present, dad.
Haven't you two got
anything more useful
you could be doing?
Go.
-Go, that's it.
-Okay?
Now for the final piece.
Where do you say you found that?
[Sam] In the mud
by the slurry pit.
[Rosie crying]
[water splashing]
Oh, now.
Come on, Rosie.
Come on.
There's a good girl, come on.
[music box tinkling]
No don't light it
with that, dad.
Light it with this.
Sam!
No, it's okay, I
used it already.
Oh.
Yeah.
Sam found your missing
sister, Violet, look.
[Sam] I found it
by the slurry pit.
[tense music]
What now?
[Lillian] What's that sound?
[George] The
emergency generator.
They must have a power cut.
No, listen.
[George] Blech. I don't
know what I just trod in
but it wasn't very nice.
[Lillian] Look!
Is that Violet?
For God's sake, Fergus.
You've only got to look at him.
He's the image of you.
We can't keep this up forever.
Jonna brought him up.
He's his father now.
Sam loves him.
Diana, what we...
It wasn't even a
one night stand.
You I was so drunk, I don't
know how I managed it.
Come on, girl.
[cow mooing]
It's only a matter of time
before Claire sees it too.
Even your mother knows.
Things have got to
stay the way they are.
[eerie tense music]
I don't mean to be hard,
but it was a long time ago.
Fergus, you begged
me to marry you.
And you said no,
and Claire said yes.
Oh, and we have to
pay for that mistake
for the rest of our lives?
It wasn't a mistake.
[slap whacking]
I love Claire.
[slap whacking]
[gate clanging]
[Diana] Sam.
Violet's got the baby.
Good.
Give poor Claire a break.
No, mum.
Mum.
Come on, let's get
tonight's pants organised.
[Sam] But mum, listen!
Rosie's gone.
Gone where?
Violet's got her.
She's out here somewhere.
Oh my god.
[Sam] That's what I've been
trying to tell you, mum.
[Claire] Violet!
Sammy, stay there.
[Claire] Violet!
Look, this is hers.
It's Cath's, I gave it
-to her for Christmas.
-Violet!
[tense music]
Give her to me, you bitch!
Thank you God.
[Claire screaming]
Fergus!
Fergus, quick!
[pipe clanging]
She pushed Claire in.
She pushed Claire in the slurry!
[Rosie crying]
No!
No!
What have you done!
Fergus.
Claire, Claire!
Claire!
How could you do this, Violet?
I defended you!
Claire!
Help me!
Oh my gosh.
Cath.
Are you a doctor?
All right please,
everybody move right back,
give us some space.
All right sir, we'll
get you out of there.
Browning, get an ambulance!
All right sir, come.
[Fergus] Take her.
Dad?
Can we go home soon, dad?
Now, look what you made me do.
Power's back on.
There's nothing
more we can do, sir.
[Lillian] Sergeant, I'm sorry-
Not now, Miss Castle.
You can see what I'm
dealing with here.
But Sergeant, look.
This is my friend's torch.
I've got a body here!
But look.
Why don't you just tell me
what happened out
there, Mrs. Moon?
Mrs. Moon?
I've told you it
was an accident.
No it wasn't.
You pushed her.
I still can't believe it.
She's always had it in for her.
Twisted old cow!
Pushed my sister
in and killed her!
[tense music]
You know son, this farm
will all be yours one day.
You ask your father.
[Sam] Dad?
Sam.
Come on, Sam.
I'm taking you home.
Fergus, a farm needs a
proper family to survive.
Man, wife and sons.
Don't talk to me.
Don't ever talk to me again.
[ominous music]
I want to go with her.
Certainly.
I'll have to clean
you up, right.
My poor Cath.
Not much of a life was it?
But in the end I just
made things worse.
I'm a meddling old sow.
Lillian, don't.
Nobody could believe Violet
capable of two murders.
Three.
What do you mean?
Constable, evidence.
It's obvious, isn't it?
Cath spent 60 years for
something Violet did.
And it's time
Violet paid for it.
[music box tinkling]
[tense music]
Daddy?
I'm still your chickadee.
Daddy?
[eerie music]
[Lillian] Oh, I made some tea.
Oh, thanks, Miss Castle.
Nobody takes sugar, do they?
Oh, don't worry, I'll get it.
Dried up old spinster.
I bet you're still a virgin.
You killed Cath's
mother, didn't you?
You pushed her off
the battlements
and you blamed Cath.
You got her locked
away for 60 years.
No wonder you were scared
when I brought her back to you.
A slutty woman and
a fat ugly brat.
We were all right,
me and my daddy
till those two came along.
You know what, Violet?
Cath never worked that out.
You killed her for nothing.
She didn't know your secret.
He died too.
Broken heart, that's
what they said.
[eerie music]
That's what the seances
were for, isn't it?
Trying to contact
your dead father.
Never came.
Never.
Not once.
Oh, Violet.
Mind you, neither did your
boring bloody brother.
You had a family and
you destroyed it.
Your father, your
stepsister, her mother.
And that poor girl out
there in the slurry tonight.
No, I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her.
All right, Miss Castle.
You've done enough.
-Mrs. Moon.
-How could I have killed her?
Mrs. Moon, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to
ask you to accompany
my Constable to
he police station.
Come along now please.
I had the baby in my arms.
[Sergeant] Come on, Mrs. Moon.
Give her to me, you bitch!
Come on.
-I had the baby in my arms!
-Come along.
Don't upset yourself
now, Mrs. Moon, come on.
[music box tinkling]
[Fergus] Who's there?
Don't worry.
It's only me.
So Violet tried to
pin it on Diana?
Good god, she got no shame?
The lying old toad.
I tell you what, George.
Hmm?
That's the last time I'm going
to spend Christmas pining
because I haven't
got a proper family.
[George laughing]
[Lillian sobbing]
Here.
Here. [laughing]
Got one of those fig rolls?
I thought you didn't like 'em.
I could get used to them.
All right, but just the one.
I'm not gonna have you
spoiling your appetite.
'Cause there's no law that
says you can't have your capon
and all the trimmings
at midnight, is there?
This your car, madam?
You know very well
it's not, Sergeant.
Take it back tomorrow, eh?
Tomorrow's Boxing Day.
The day after tomorrow then.
Will you drive, George?
Yes, of course, go on.
It's a shame this
car's got to go back
to Happy Haven.
The car's going back, Lil.
But you're not.
[light music]
[car starting]
[car revving]
Join hands with me
oh my best beloveds.
And we will fare safely
into the world beyond.
Close eyes with me,
all my best beloveds
and we will see what
may not be seen.
Meet again those who
have been gathered home.
Now answer me, you
sleeping spirits.
Who will wake and answer me?
[eerie music]
[door creaking]
Hello, chickadee.
[Claire laughing]
[music box tinkling]
[light music]
[mechanism clicking]
[music box tinkling]
[mechanism whooshing]
[music box tinkling]
[mechanism whirring]
[gulls squawking in distance]
[music box tinkling]
[lid slamming]
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
Chickadee.
Chickadee.
[birds chirping]
[music box tinkling]
[person screaming]
[body thudding]
[bright music]
I never would think I'd ask you
to do something dangerous
or immoral, or blasphemous.
Sorry.
I may not have known
you very long, Cath,
but I wouldn't have
reckoned you the type
to make such a
fuss about nothing.
We'll get off at the
next stop then, shall we?
Go home instead.
No, no, I'm all right,
honestly Lillian.
There's really nothing to
be frightened of, you see.
[bus hissing]
Good morning George,
you're looking very well.
Oh, he's on time
for a change then.
Merry Christmas.
[Driver] Merry Christmas.
Oh, good heavens, the
man's incorrigible.
Thinks he's Errol
flipping Flynn.
[door hissing]
Introduce me, then.
[cows mooing]
[Fergus] I was just asking
myself if there's a cow
in all creation as
dozy as that one
and here you are.
Ha bloody ha.
Look at that stand foot.
Nine, same.
So, the front room's
seven foot six, Claire.
What are you gonna do, cut
its head off or its feet?
[cow mooing]
Oh dear.
What?
She looks ready
to meet her maker.
Hell fire, not again.
-No!
-Whoah!
Too late.
Ah, shit!
Yup, great big lake of it.
You know what this
means, don't ya?
Yes, another lovely
day washing cow parts
out of your clothes.
Worse.
I have to fetch that
cow out of the slurry,
you're gonna have to
go and fetch my mother.
Oh. [laughing]
Bad luck.
[Claire] Stupid cow.
This is the second
time this week.
Hang on there, Daisy,
I'll have you out.
[baby crying]
[Claire] Coming, Rosie.
[music box tinkling]
[Woman] We'll just give
the others the usual
five more minutes, shall we?
[bus revving]
Excited?
I am.
Oh, you.
[light eerie music]
Don't mind her, nose ache.
Stop being polite, George.
When did being polite
get you anywhere?
Ridiculous man.
Lillian, I'm not sure.
Impressive woman, Mrs.
Moon, got a real gift.
You're in safe hands.
[door knocking]
[Violet] My dears.
Hello, Violet.
[George] Good morning.
[eerie music]
[woman screaming]
Light the candles, Lillian dear.
[match hissing]
Oh, George.
We always feel your
dear wife's presence
so strongly as the
old year passes.
Lillian, your dear brave
brother's never far from us
in this house.
And our new pilgrim.
[Lillian] Cath.
Catherine.
It's vulgar to shorten
such a beautiful name.
Catherine.
Is there a loved one whose
silent sleep you would disturb?
Catherine?
Well, whomsoever you
seek among our friends
in the spirit world,
may it be a soul who sleeps
in peace and tranquillity.
Now join hands with me
all my best beloveds
and we will fare safely
into the world beyond.
Close eyes with me
all my best beloveds
and we will see what
may not be seen.
Meet again those who
have been gathered home.
Now answer me you
friendly sleeping spirits.
Who will wake and answer me?
[wood creaking]
Answer me.
[Cath breathing heavily]
No, no.
No, not you.
No, I don't want you.
Go away.
Go away, I'm not your chickadee!
Mommy!
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
* So here it is
Merry Christmas *
* Everybody's having fun *
* Look to the future now *
* It's only just begun *
[Violet] Oh, Claire.
Cow crisis.
I beg your pardon?
Well, no point me
doing rescue duties.
I've never been very
good with animals.
No.
Oh, look Rosie, it's daddy!
[Rosie] Dada.
So, Fergus is extracting
the cow from the slurry
and I'm here to extract
you, so to speak.
Witness have it.
You needn't have got all this.
Oh I know how busy
you young women are
with your keep fit and
your self-improvement.
Thank you, yes, my course
is going really well.
Top of the class for
information technology, I am.
Then how you fit it all in?
Well, it's all these
convenience foods I suppose.
Steak and kidney pudding.
Didn't win the war on
lentil burgers, did we?
Oh, haven't seen this before.
It's lovely.
Yeah, something wrong
with the mechanism.
I thought Fergus might
take a look at it for me.
Where's her little friend?
I know I shouldn't
have picked it up.
We'll have to take
it back, Cath.
I wouldn't have recognised her.
But her eyes.
I'd know those eyes anywhere.
[lightly tense piano music]
[Lillian] Odd.
You've met Violet before?
[Cath] When I was a child.
And you haven't seen her since?
Not for 60 years.
And you thought you didn't
know anyone in Paignton.
I don't know anyone anywhere.
Oh.
[Woman] Now come on, Ernest.
Stand up straight, don't speak.
[Ernest whimpering]
Remain spry and
sprightly at all times,
-the Happy Haven rule.
-See here, Donna's gonna
clean that pecker
well and truly up.
Now come on dear,
this really won't do.
Hey, there's Christmas
pudding soon.
Oh my little oh my.
Come on, moms, get
your skates on.
He's the same every year.
Got nobody outside
Happy Haven, you see?
Not like you, Cath.
Hmm?
[Lillian] Not now.
Why?
Your childhood friend!
I never said we were friends.
[Lillian] Oh I think
it's splendid news.
We were sisters.
[camera clicking]
Oh, Cath.
[music box crank clicking]
[Dad] Now.
Look at this.
[music box tinkling]
Happy Christmas, both of you.
Mind you share it nicely now.
[Dad] Right, everybody ready?
[camera clicking]
[Claire] Violet, I only
said you look at bit tired.
There's no need to
jump down my throat.
[Rosie wailing]
Haven't you got a
dummy or something
to shut that little madam up?
[Claire] She's
hungry, that's all.
[Violet] Girls are
always trouble.
Make sure you have
a boy next time.
[Claire] There isn't
going to be a next time.
Not unless we can
get shot at the farm.
What did you say?
All right, Daisy.
Nearly done.
[jeep revving]
Hello, mum.
Like the hat.
Look at you.
[Fergus] Good journey?
I'd love those filthy clothes
in the wash for a start.
[cows mooing]
[gate clanking]
Your dad and I had
it hard you know,
we worked like slaves.
It's good to see you making
a go of the old place.
Your dad would be
really proud of you.
Things could actually
be a bit better, mum.
It's not just the BSE business,
it's the prices, you
wouldn't believe them.
We're actually thinking of-
You know, Claire's
letting herself go a bit.
Oh did she tell
you Diana and Cole
are coming for
Christmas after all?
Oh, I thought Diana was more
a winter sun sorry girl.
No, not this year.
[Violet] Oh, you'd hardly
credit they were sisters.
[light music]
Get out.
So you were stepsisters.
Violet was younger
than me, and smaller.
And prettier.
My mother u...
Tell me about your mother.
My mother's dead.
Well, yes dear.
All our mother's are dead.
We're old ladies.
All that time.
All that long time ago.
No, ladies.
[cups clanging]
-[woman screaming]
-[eerie music]
Mommy!
[Young Cath] Mommy!
You were well away there, mum.
We were just having
a little talk.
Oh, let me do that for you.
[Donna] No, that's all right.
I'm always glad to
see new residents
getting on well here at
Happy Haven, Lillian,
but I will not permit cliques.
[Lillian] It's just
that otherwise it's hard
to hear yourself thinking here
with the television
on all the time.
Do you have a
complaint to raise?
Oh, no.
Because I'm sure Mr. Tarbuck
will be enormously interested
to hear your comments
on the standard of care
in his establishment.
Oh, please don't
trouble Mr. Tarbuck.
Well, you get on and
clear this mess you made.
No, I'll do that
for her, really.
Don't stand there gawking.
[everyone chuckling]
[rain pattering]
[fire crackling]
[chimes ringing]
You can't leave it like that.
Why not?
Ah, it looks like,
it looks like she's
hanged herself.
[laughing] It does
a bit, doesn't it?
Quite funny though.
Where on earth did you take
that whole thing up from?
Diana! [screaming]
Careful!
Oh, happy Christmas!
Oh!
-Oh, you're wet. Take it off.
-Well you've seen
it out there.
And the traffic was appalling.
Oh, you know, that must
have done 30 Christmas trees
and still never
managed to stay up
on a single one.
Do you remember
the year dad tried
sticking a coat hanger
up his bum? [laughing]
Mrs. Moon!
It's been ages.
Happy Christmas.
[Violet] You look
just the same, Diana.
Pretty as ever.
Yep, you do, you look great, Di.
What have you done
with the others?
[Diana] Oh, they're
unloading the car.
[Claire] Right.
[Diana] Where's Rosie?
I don't know why your mother
had to pack so many clothes.
It's only family.
Sam?
Sam?
[cow mooing]
Uncle Fergus?
I'm not too late, am I?
Hey, cowboy! [chuckling]
You haven't forgotten
how, have you?
Come on then.
[Sam] Which one?
[Fergus] Here, do that one.
[Sam] Where's Daisy?
[Fergus] Sam brought
a Ouija board.
[chuckling] No thanks.
[Sam] Wait, this one's ripening.
[Fergus] You all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
Ooh.
Don't hold with all that
cobblers, do we Rosie?
Is there anybody there?
Yes.
Do you have a message
for anybody here?
Jonna.
You're pushing it.
No I'm not.
Then it's you, you're
the one who's cheating.
Look, no hands.
[Sam] It's working. [humming]
Anyone who thinks
this is a silly game
would be wise to
leave the table now.
There are sleepers
in the world beyond
who don't take kindly
to being snickered at.
[Jonna snickering]
Jonna, grow up.
Take no notice, Mrs. Moon.
Now, join with me,
my best beloveds.
[Sam humming]
Ow, ow.
And we will see what
may not be seen.
It is moving.
Shh.
C.
[Sam And Jonna] H.
-I.
-[door creaking]
Oh really, no consideration.
[Rosie babbling]
Right, well.
I'ma put Rosie to bed then.
Should have been put down
hours ago, poor little mite.
Mum.
Well.
[Jonna] Night, Rosie.
[All] C.
K.
A.
D.
E.
E.
[glass shattering]
-What was it?
-Chickadee.
Now.
Something kadee,
something kadee.
What does that mean,
something kadee.
It means your ghost can't spell.
It's probably speaking
in some other language.
Try one more.
Can we play another game?
No, come on, we're going to bed.
Sammy, come on, go.
[eerie music]
[fire whooshing and crackling]
Hard to see how they can ruin
a simple plate of
toast and marmalade.
But they do.
Every day.
[pills clacking]
Those help, do they?
I've been taking
them so long now
I can't tell.
[Lillian] Seeing a doctor?
Sort of.
[door creaking]
Cath.
Take that dress off
and wear this one.
[Cath] Oh, that's ancient.
Oh it's a lovely colour though.
It brings out your eyes.
You must have been
a lovely mother.
Never a mother.
Never a wife.
Got no family.
I thought Violet said
you had a brother.
My brother died in the war
on the Burma railway.
I thought I'd lost him forever.
But then Violet came
to live in Paignton.
And sometimes,
sometimes in her house
I do hear him, hear his voice.
It's a comfort to know
he's waiting for me.
Talented woman, your sister.
Stepsister.
[Lillian] Got that ballerina?
Oh yes, yes, she's
in my treasure box.
[hens clucking]
[Diana] Rosie will be fine.
Ooh, it's freezing!
[doors thudding]
[jeep starting and revving]
[music box tinkling]
[sombre piano music]
Ow!
Spiteful.
[eerie music]
I'll tell my mummy of you.
[lightly eerie music]
[door knocking]
I don't like Christmas.
We've got some wonderful
news, Chickadee.
So sweet, the way
you call her that.
Chickadee.
[tense eerie music]
You can both be bridesmaids.
She's gone to her family.
It is Christmas, you know.
My son's coming
for me in a minute.
He's an accountant.
Violet hasn't got any
family, has she, Cath?
[eerie music]
No.
Please, mummy.
Ah!
Here somewhere.
That's it.
Fergus Moon, that's her son.
I'll write it down for you.
Lower Edgecombe Farm.
It's on Dartmoor.
I'll give you the
phone number too.
Lovely girl, her
daughter-in-law.
Lovely baby.
Oh, would you mind if Cath
just sat down for a moment?
If you're unwell, of course.
Only my son will be here soon.
Spending Christmas
with my family, I am.
[Young Cath] No, please, mummy.
Ah!
She sat on our presents, daddy.
Why do you have to
be so bloody clumsy?
[holiday trumpet music]
[tractor revving]
[cows mooing]
I thought you
loved country life.
Birdies tweeting,
new calves mooing.
Yeah, and pooing, pissing,
treading on your feet,
eating all your money.
Come on, Claire.
You've got the perfect
life, the perfect husband.
Fergus was quite
a catch you know.
You know, the only other
woman he's ever really
been interested in is
his ghastly mother.
I thought Rosie would cheer
the old bag up a bit, you know?
First grandchild and all that.
She won't even look at her.
Mrs. Moon likes boys.
Boys will continue the line.
Boys to plough
till kingdom come.
We're getting out, Di.
[Diana] What?
We're selling up if we can.
Why?
Do you know what I dream of?
A flat in London,
two window boxes,
ivory coloured carpets,
tube station on the corner,
a little shop selling
vanilla candles
and antique pine.
Why would you want my life?
I don't.
[jeep starting]
-[cows mooing]
-[sheep bleating]
Nobody at school eats
beef now, only hamburgers.
[Fergus laughing]
I know, I keep telling them.
Should I go and
do the water now?
Yeah, go on, off you go.
Oh, hello.
Haven't you told your mum yet?
Oh, give us a chance.
Cheer up, only three more
days of family happiness.
Hmm.
Can we survive it?
What's this then?
Oh, I thought my son
could have a look at that.
Jonna's very handy,
aren't you darling?
From Polytech Electra.
New university,
if you don't mind.
No, I'd rather Fergus did it
if it's all the same to you.
Oh, Claire.
I can't get over her
not washing these
since last year.
And this icing's rock hard.
Sure there's nothing I can do?
Well, I can watch
the telly then.
No, I didn't know what I
ever saw in him either.
I imagine you thought he'd
be clever and interesting.
Mm, such a cliche isn't it?
Shagging the lecturer
instead of reading the books.
I remember the day
Fergus first brought you
home from college.
We weren't too sure
about you, you know?
We thought he'd choose
a big, strong girl,
an outdoor type.
[chuckling] Us
business daddy's girls
called him the aggie boys.
Hunky, but dozy.
Well, at 18, the last
thing any girl wants
is to be a farmer's wife.
And then you start
to grow up and
start seeing what you missed.
Oh, it was all a long
time ago, Mrs. Moon.
Oh, call me Violet, love.
[Diana] Sammy, there you are,
what have you been doing?
I've been feeding the cows, mum.
My son, you have grown.
Well, it's got to be what,
three years since
you saw him last.
Who would have
thought a city boy
would turn out to be so
useful on a farm, hey?
Get off me.
Well, don't you two
make a lovely pair.
Don't they, Diana?
Two peas in a pod.
Put the kettle on, mum.
I'll do it.
How old are you now, son?
I'm 12 in February.
I was just saying, Claire.
Fergus and Sam,
two peas in a pod.
[light tense music]
-[light piano music]
-[Lillian humming]
[gasping] Oh, Cath!
You startled me.
I haven't got anything for you.
That doesn't matter, dear.
Pointless waiting.
Have it now.
I'm not used to this,
kindness like this.
[gasping] Oh.
Oh. [chuckling]
I know all about you, you see.
Creeping down to the kitchen
in the night, midnight feasts.
Well, now you can eat away
without having to
switch the light on.
And don't think you're the
only girl at Happy Haven
hiding a guilty
secret, Cath Marks.
Pale cream or Amontillado?
Low pressure heading our way.
Stormy weather for
Devon and Cornwall
and with the met office issuing
a severe weather warning
there will be some
treacherous conditions
if you're out and
about, damaging-
Where's the gruesome twosome?
Sorry?
Miss Castle and Miss Marks.
[Reporter] The message for
Christmas day, I'm afraid.
[door knocking]
[Cath] Oh please
don't tell anyone.
Promise you will never tell!
I promise.
[door knocking]
[Valerie] We all right
in there, ladies?
Coming.
I'm coming in now.
You missed your tea.
[Lillian] Well Cath
had a little headache.
Well I hope she don't
need the doctor,
it's Christmas eve.
Well actually, she's
been a little bit sick
but don't worry, I've
cleared most of it up.
You can come and
see if you like.
Do you mean you
killed your mother?
[mom panting]
[tense music]
Careful, Kitty.
Stand back from the edge.
[Mom] Let me see.
How do I look?
[Dad] Wonderful!
[Mom laughing]
[Young Cath] Come, mummy,
come and look at this.
Oh, oh!
Ooh, little cow!
All you ever do is show me up.
Look!
Look what you've done!
Fat, stupid clumsy girl!
I was always clumsy. [sobbing]
Mummy always said I was clumsy.
Oh.
Grownups can be very cruel.
Shut up, mummy!
Shut up being horrible!
[mom screaming]
What did you do that for?
You killed your mummy!
You pushed her!
They all blamed me.
Even him.
He blamed me.
Your stepfather?
He never spoke to me.
He never looked at me.
He took Violet and left.
Left me on my own.
Forever and ever. [sobbing]
But it was an accident.
[metal clattering]
[light eerie music]
[Claire] Watch, Di.
You're not watching!
This one's nice, Claire.
I'm not sure it's
your colour though.
Oh!
Oops, Claire!
[Claire laughing]
It's yoga.
I know what it is,
thank you very much.
She does it to keep her
fanny firm for Fergus.
Diana.
Well, you do.
I'm going to the loo.
Now, madam.
12 years ago, Fergus
and Claire's wedding.
What was it?
Forgot your father
behind the marquee?
No.
God, I'm not that
much of a monster.
It was when he came back
from his stag night.
We were drunk!
Please, Violet,
don't say anything.
It was too long ago.
Claire's my sister and I
don't want anyone thinking
I want to hurt her.
Course not, lovely.
Course not.
[Fergus] You have to hold
it higher, Jonna, do it.
[Diana] So you
won't say anything?
All I want is the
best for my Fergus.
And for him to stay on
the farm where he's happy.
[Claire screaming]
[tense music]
Claire!
God.
Claire?
[Fergus] That's
it, nearly done it.
Ugh!
Dad, you said to stop counting!
-Thank you.
-No slacking down there!
[Violet] Fergus, you
better come quick!
There's been an accident!
Come on!
[Jonna] Come on, Sam.
All right, I don't think
you've broken anything.
More cushions, Sam.
Let's get you comfortable.
Oh, darling.
There, is that better?
Where does it hurt?
It all hurts.
What happened?
Someone left Sam's Ouija board
on the top stair.
[Jonna] Sam.
But not me.
Just where someone was
bound to trip over it.
[rain pattering]
[light pensive music]
Christmas.
[Lillian] George, you're
taking a bit of a risk.
No, it's all right.
I just saw Valerie leave.
For you.
It's a chrysanthemum.
Mmm, so I see.
So you'd better come
have a cup of tea.
[solemn choir music]
* And a manger for his bed *
Come on, Lillian,
change your mind.
My place is lovely
and warm, and quiet.
I don't like to think
of you stuck in here
all over Christmas with
all these old fogies.
Oh, it's very kind
of you, George.
But apart from being
an old fogie myself,
I think I want to
stay here with Cath.
Something short of a
scratch card, that one.
Don't be rotten, George.
[Donna] There you go.
Thank you.
[Woman] Can we
have a cup of tea?
[Donna] You've all had yours.
Are you gonna tell me?
Tell you what?
What Violet did to
upset your barmy friend.
She's not barmy.
Where is she, by the way?
Lillian?
[buttons clacking]
[solemn choir music]
[phone ringing]
Ooh.
Sit tight, Claire, I'll get it.
Moon Towers.
Is Violet Moon there?
Yes she is, who's calling?
Hello?
Hello?
[door creaking]
[rain pattering]
[door knocking]
[Lillian] Hey, love?
Perhaps she'd gone for a walk.
No.
No, she's gone to find Violet.
Promise me you
won't tell anyone.
Scout's honour.
Cath's mother married
Violet's father.
So they were stepsisters.
But then her mother died
in a terrible accident
and the tragedy
split the family up
and she spent all the
rest of her life alone.
And yes, maybe she
is a little bit odd.
Violet?
Cath.
Do keep up, George.
Is she dangerous?
Oh, don't be daft,
she was 11 years old.
[light eerie music]
You've had the buses, love.
[car honking]
I said you've had the
buses, it's Christmas Eve.
Should I get you a taxi?
Go to rob a bank or what?
Probably just wants to get
out of Paignton for Christmas.
Who can blame her?
[Cath] Taxi!
Wait!
[cow mooing]
[Violet] Supper's nearly ready.
Great.
Ah, you're gonna
be a heartbreaker.
[cow mooing]
You like the farm,
don't you son?
Uncle Fergus says
there's no future in it.
All the cows are mad
and the farmers are
committing suicide.
All right, Sam.
Off and wash your hands.
Mum, I'm sorry.
You're not gonna
want to hear this but
we might have to sell the farm.
She never liked it here.
She never wanted to
be a farmer's wife.
It's nothing to do with Claire,
it's just the economics of it.
Just doesn't add up anymore.
[Driver] Going to your family?
That's nice.
Why can't we wait and
ask Valerie tomorrow?
Why would Obergruppen
Valerie tell us anything?
Well supposing we get caught?
They'll just think we're senile.
I think we probably are.
So long, lovebirds.
Don't do anything I
wouldn't do. [chuckling]
[door clacking]
[suspenseful music]
[Old Woman] Lillian.
What are we looking for?
Whatever it was
Cath didn't tell me.
It's gorgeous,
Violet, thank you.
-[Jonna] Not on the table.
-[Sam] But dad!
It's all right mum,
-I'll do it.
-I'm on the top level!
[Jonna] Come on, Sam.
[Diana] Claire,
what's for dessert?
[Claire] Oh I was
gonna do trifle.
There's some yoghourts
in the fridge.
-Okay.
-Not for me,
thank you Diana.
I've never liked the
idea of yoghourt.
Oh, sorry.
I'm not blaming you, dear.
What's that?
[Violet] I don't know
how you eat that stuff.
Newfangled rubbish.
It's neither one
thing or the other.
[Jonna] Yogurt's good for you.
[Violet] A proper pudding's
what's good for you.
[Sam] Well then I get this one.
[Rosie crying]
Oh, you see what Valerie
says about you, Lillian.
George, listen.
Stubborn, difficult,
and hard to like.
That's good, coming from her.
Nevertheless, Miss Castle
is an intelligent woman
whose loneliness is
mainly self-inflicted.
George, there's a lot
Cath didn't tell me.
Heatherston Secure Unit,
Home Office Pathologist,
Offender profiling.
Oh, god!
It says she killed
her own mother!
Lillian, she's a murderer!
But she said it was an accident.
[Rosie crying]
[Claire] Coming, sweetheart.
-[windshield clacking]
-Oh!
* Lucky you *
* Go to sleep *
[Cath] Thank you.
[Driver] Merry Christmas, then.
One grain.
Mhmm.
Ooh.
[Rosie babbling]
Look at the car.
Bye bye.
[rain pattering]
[wind howling]
[family chattering]
-Whoah!
-Wooo.
You all right?
Here, Rosie here.
Hello, Rosie.
Lets have cheese and biscuits.
-Yay!
-Oh, bugger.
I forgot the biscuits.
I knew there was something.
No more biscuits?
I brought some.
Oh, yay!
Got more biscuits.
Give me a kissy.
[lightly eerie music]
[music box tinkling]
[tense music]
Sammy, if you drink any
more, you'll never sleep.
It's like you when you work.
[Jonna chuckling]
[Diana] Thank you.
[Jonna] Ah, lovely.
-Biscuits!
-Here's some cheese.
[Diana] Wait.
Help me put this to work, Sam.
Silven, that one.
Such an awful night out.
There you go, lots
of cheese for you.
You are so mean.
Give me a bigger piece.
Come on.
Biscuit.
-Don't lean over.
-Hey, wait, wait.
[tense music]
[door creaking]
[rain splashing]
[eerie music]
[Violet] I didn't know you
left the hospital, Kitty.
I'd been in and out.
I've been hearing
your poor mother.
[Cath] My mother's dead.
No, I mean I've been
hearing her in the spirit.
What do you think
she wants, Kitty?
Cath.
I'm Cath, I've
been Cath for ages.
You didn't know me, did you,
when I came to your house?
But I knew you, Violet.
60 years, I've
never forgotten you.
Why have you come here?
[lamp squeaking]
[Cath] I've come for Christmas.
[Diana] Oh Sammy, darling,
don't take any more cheese.
You'll have bad dreams.
My love, you're smothering him.
[Diana sighing]
Dreams of ghoulies and ghosties?
I love lickety beasties.
[everyone chuckling]
And things,
[Sam And Fergus] That go bump.
[Claire] Ooh.
[Sam] In the night.
Power cut.
I wanna see your
family, all of them.
Yeah, well, we have to
get some candles first.
They're up there, they're
in that barn over there.
Specially the baby.
[tense music]
[women screaming]
[everyone laughing]
[Diana] He always has his torch.
Put your hands up!
[Diana] Stop it.
-Have some more cheese, son.
-Sam, put this
candle in there.
[rain pattering]
Fancy you married
a man called Moon.
Violet Moon.
Toody moody Violet
Moon. [chuckling]
Tickling the ivories,
torturing our ears.
Anyway, I was always
better than you.
I got my grade five.
[Cath] And your farm,
and your fine son.
And your nice retirement and
your nice bungalow in Paignton.
You got all those
things, Violet.
You're hurting me, Kitty.
Cath.
It's gotta be Cath.
'Cause everyone remembers Kitty
and what she did.
That's why it must
always be Cath.
I'm an old woman, I
don't remember things.
Remember, remember, remember,
you must remember!
That was a terrible
thing you did, Catherine.
And you were punished for it!
You and your daddy
left me all alone.
But my daddy saw what you did.
My daddy saw everything!
[dad gasping]
No.
Your daddy didn't see me.
He couldn't have.
I was too far from the edge!
I wish you'd never been born.
[Dad] Sheena, what
on earth is going on?
I'm coming. [breathing heavily]
But you, Violet.
You could have told
them it was an accident.
You pushed her!
You did it on purpose.
You killed your mommy!
It went perfectly,
didn't it, Violet?
Got me put away for
60 years, you did,
so you could have your daddy
all alone with you then.
We were all right,
me and my daddy
until you two came along!
Your mother was
a monkey strumpet
and she got what
was coming to her.
And so did you!
Oh, you spiteful little-
Argh!
Ah! [groaning]
[sombre music]
[Sheena] I've got a
problem with my shoe.
I'll be ready in a minute.
[Sheena screaming]
You!
You killed my mummy!
Mummy?
[Cath grunting]
[bubbles gurgling]
[sombre music]
Ex directory?
Oh dear.
Could you just give
me the address then?
I see.
Well, thanks anyway.
[Lillian sighing]
[Fergus] Don't
know what on earth
you were doing out there, mum.
Thought we'd lost you.
Oh, just remembering
the old days.
And thinking about the future.
When did Cath Marks
have a family?
Since the day before yesterday.
You should have told me
about this silly trip
of hers last night.
Dirty little stop out.
The quiet ones are
always the worst.
Oh god, as if I haven't
got enough to worry about.
Mr. Tarbuck himself's
coming for Christmas lunch.
You have both been
extremely silly old women.
Hello.
Uncle Fergus?
Can I have some milk, please?
You know when I was younger,
I really wanted to be a farmer.
What's it now then?
A particle physicist.
[Fergus laughing]
You don't mind, do you?
I wanted to be an architect.
[music box tinkling]
[cow mooing]
[light eerie music]
Mum?
You all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Come and get some breakfast.
[Officer] So she hasn't seen
this sister of her since,
1938.
Ah.
Miss Marks' been in and out
of hospital all her life.
That would be,
Oh, psychiatric hospitals.
Of course, Sergeant, yeah.
Sugar?
None for me.
Three for him.
The stop last night.
Mmm.
Dangerous at all, would you say?
Oh.
Well there's no suspicion
she might have, you know,
done herself a mischief?
Look, Sergeant.
Imagine you've had no
family for 60 years,
then yesterday you find
out you've got a sister.
And there's a baby
grandchild and everything.
And it's Christmas!
Well of you trot, don't you?
Have to be better than
sticking around here.
Oh, thank you very much.
Hmm?
[Sergeant] She's how old?
73.
In good health?
Oh, yes, excellent.
Well.
But there's no address
for this family of hers?
Oh, it was Lower something farm.
On Dartmoor.
That's all I can
remember, I'm sorry.
Oh.
There you go.
Ooh, thanks Di.
Mmm, needed that.
Sure you didn't want one?
No, thanks.
A bit later maybe.
No alcohol for me, thank you.
Ooh, cheap and
cheerful as usual.
Shh.
[Claire] I know, we could
always have packet red sauce.
[Diana] Come on, Claire.
Where's your Dunkirk spirit?
[tense music]
[Violet] Can I
help you officers?
[Sergeant] Mrs. Violet Moon?
Yes.
Some sort of problem, Sergeant?
Oh this is my son, Fergus Moon.
I'm Sergeant Pollard
from Paignton.
This is Constable Browning.
We're looking for
this lady, sir,
the larger one of the two.
No, I don't recognise
either of them.
Her name is Miss
Catherine Marks.
She went missing last night.
Apparently she's
your mother's sister.
She hasn't got a sister.
I was always an only child.
[Sergeant] You won't mind if
we take a look around then?
Not at all.
I'll go with them, son.
Guided tour now.
Oh, why didn't you invite
your new friends in?
We love a man in uniform.
Mad old lady's supposed to
have come up here last night.
What, another mad old lady?
Matching pair.
An old lady claiming
to be mum's sister.
Your mum hasn't got
a sister, has she?
No.
-[tray popping]
-[Claire screaming]
[gasping] Claire!
Oh, oh, oh!
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Claire, are you all
right, are you all right?
Are you sure?
[Diana snickering]
[Fergus laughing]
I'm glad you think it's funny.
Because if I hadn't been
wearing these glasses
you'd be scraping hot
chestnuts out of my eyes.
You're supposed
to prick them, Di!
They have to be
pricked all over!
Sorry.
-Oh!
-[tray clattering]
[door slamming]
A little too fat.
Here, let me do that.
Here you go.
That's better.
My grandma was a farmer's wife.
Fantastic cook.
Cooked all the food you're
not allowed to eat anymore.
Cholesterol city.
Well, things aren't
what they used to be.
Isn't that right, Mrs. Moon?
Take another look at the
photograph, Mrs. Moon.
Are you sure you
don't recognise her?
No, sorry.
[tense music]
[fence creaking]
[Violet exclaiming]
[Cath] Oh, no!
Mrs. Moon?
This railing.
You wanna tell your
son to get it seen to.
Come on, you.
Mrs. Moon, we're all done.
[Diana] I was just
saying to Fergus,
shouldn't they be sending out
search parties or something?
I mean if some mad old lady
came staggering up here
last night in all that weather?
[Fergus] But surely we'd have
heard a car, wouldn't we?
[Claire] A car did stop
at the top of the lane.
I saw the headlights.
You're supposed
to blot them now.
I beg your pardon?
You know, a tissue.
Mwah, mwah.
Ugh.
Well, Lillian.
Police went to that farm
you told them about,
middle of nowhere, apparently.
And?
Ha, and nothing.
They couldn't find her?
Apparently they had
never heard of her.
I have my doubts about Cath.
Borderline dementia
if you ask me.
[doorbell dinging]
Oh!
Cath never came back last night,
and now the police have been
to wherever it was she went
and she wasn't there.
They've met Violet
and Violet said
she didn't know her.
You coming in for a minced pie?
It's my fault she went there!
Now I'm going to get her back.
Are you coming or what?
Oh!
[Rosie babbling]
The dead have arisen.
[Jonna] Merry Christmas.
God, Jonna, you really can't
sleep ring gun, you know?
I suppose breakfast
out of the question?
-I've just load a fresh
-Come on dad, we've been
-waiting hours!
-Pot of tea.
Let's open the presents,
-dad.
-That'd be lovely, Mrs. Moon.
It's dark in here.
-Give me my present, dad.
-Power's not still off,
is it?
Don't worry,
-There's still plenty light.
-Hurry up.
Merry Christmas.
Oh, thanks, dad.
Merry Christmas, Fergus.
-Merry Christmas, Jonna.
-Thank you, Jonna.
-Oh, presents!
-Put them all up here.
-Okay.
-Lovely.
This woman Catherine Marks.
Are you sure that name
doesn't ring any bells?
Whoah, thanks dad!
-That's all right, son.
-It's just odd, isn't it
that she'd tell people
she's your sister
if she's never even met you.
Oh, I meet all
sorts of odd people
in my line of work,
people who get funny ideas.
So you're saying that you
might have met her after all?
No, no, never met her.
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
[eerie music]
[screaming] Oh!
Rosie.
Oh, oh!
You're all right,
it's all right.
I don't believe her
'cause she bloody well
does it on purpose!
Now, Claire, it was an accident!
But she could have
scalded Rosie!
[Fergus] Yes, it
was an accident!
Yeah it's over now.
No it's not.
Merry Christmas! [laughing]
You want to get yourself
back to the home, Ms. Castle.
You're in danger of missing
your Christmas dinner.
If you didn't find my friend,
you can't have looked properly.
Why don't we just take
a seat for a minute, eh?
The lady we spoke to told
us she didn't have a sister.
You sure you saw Violet Moon?
Yeah.
And her son, the farmer.
Miss Castle, they both confirmed
Mrs. Moon is an only child.
You showed her the picture?
[Sergeant] Yes.
And she didn't recognise Cath?
The thing you might
not know, Sergeant
is Violet and Cath lost
touch 60 years ago because-
Shh.
Because?
Because Violet's father
married Cath's mother
who fell off the
battlements of a castle
and she was accused
of pushing her.
And she didn't, you
see, it was an accident.
But she got the blame anyway
and ended up in
prison for murder.
Cath, not Violet.
I said Cath.
And it wasn't prison,
Sergeant, it was a hospital.
Miss Castle.
Are you sure your
friend doesn't have the,
what should we say,
a particularly
active imagination?
She wasn't making it up.
Now let go of my hand,
you patronising creep.
Come on.
Before we go back now,
we can put the capon in the oven
and still be eating
in front of the queen.
Roast potatoes, brussel sprouts.
Got blue onion in the fridge.
That Sergeant fancies
himself something rotten.
I'm going to show him.
One of them luxury
Christmas puddings
with real brandy butter.
Wait George,
-I'm thinking.
-What?
No.
That picture!
That picture the police
took up to the farm!
What about it?
It had me in as well!
Me who's been joining
hands with Violet Moon
to come to the spirit world
for the best part of five years!
So it wasn't only Cath
she denied knowing,
it was you as well!
Mmmm.
Come on.
[waves crashing]
[trapdoor creaking]
[eerie music]
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
[door thudding]
[music box tinkling]
[Sam] Aunt Claire!
We need you downstairs!
[music box tinkling]
Oh, Sam, that looks lovely.
Haven't you got a lovely eye.
Artistic, aren't you?
You get that from
your mother, I expect.
Nothing very artistic
about our side of the
family, I'm afraid.
This was going off on its own.
Yes, it does that.
Can you fix it for me, Fergus?
Oh, Fergus, don't start
fiddling with that thing now,
not in the middle
of all this cooking.
Did you want something, Sam?
Turkey needs basting.
Does it feel hot
in here to anybody?
Hardly, darling.
They are a bit pink.
Maybe it's the sherry.
Tell you what, Fergus,
I think this might
be worth something.
[Fergus] Not in its
present condition.
[tense music]
[Violet] Got memories,
that box has.
[Sam] Why don't you fix
it, why don't you fix it?
Oh!
[pan clattering]
Ow!
[pan clattering]
[door clanging]
The wife's.
Magnificent troublemaker
in her prime, that woman.
Spent six months in a
tent on Green and Common.
[coughing] You would
have liked her, Lill.
Lillian.
I don't know when
I last took it out.
It'll enjoy a little run then.
[birds squawking]
The wife did all that.
Sparking plugs,
alternators, everything.
[exhaust popping]
Much better than me at
all that stuff, she was.
Oh, pick up, George.
Look, we got here.
How'd you know
the neighbor's in?
She's not.
My son the accountant's
coming in a minute.
I'm spending Christmas with
my son, the accountant.
Why are you talking like that?
Because she did.
[window shattering]
[George] No, Lillian.
[glass clattering]
I thought you liked
magnificent troublemakers.
I said I married one.
I didn't say I liked them.
Maybe the sentence will
be community service.
Gardening, pro rate pension
or something like that.
I mean real all
right pensioners.
[door knocking]
How you doing?
I'm all right.
Oh, what's all this?
It's Violet, she
left it in the attic.
Said she didn't have room
for it in the bungalow.
[Diana] So you're going through
Violet's old family album.
Why exactly?
[Claire] Looking
for secret sister.
I mean, what do you think?
Violet hasn't changed
much, has she?
Why does she
frighten you so much?
Di, she wants to get rid of me.
[Diana scoffing]
[lightly tense music]
Smells all right to me.
She did have quite a few.
Stress, I believe you
young people call it.
[Eerie Voice] Chickadee.
Look, she left the Ouija
board on the stairs,
she dropped tea all over me
and I think she put
something in my sherry.
Oh, Claire.
You'll be telling
me next I forgot
to prick the
chestnuts on purpose.
This was Violet's
room, wasn't it?
Her room, her house, her farm.
Her son.
God, that's a beautiful view.
[Violet] Well, you can see
why she feels a strain.
[pan sizzling]
These are lovely and cold.
[Violet] And of course, with
Diana being here, and Sam.
I'd be a lot happier
if the two most important
women in my life
would try a bit harder
to get on together.
Well she says you
weren't planning
on having another baby.
Can't afford the one we've got.
Oh, Fergus, you must have a son.
Otherwise there'll be no
chance of saving the farm.
Come on mum, you
read the newspapers,
you know the situation.
We're running at a loss.
I'm destroying my milkhouse now
because it costs too much
even to get them to market.
What you need is
more investment,
more money coming
in, more support.
What do you think Claire
is doing information technology
for, the good of her health?
Come next year, she's gonna
be back at work full time.
She'll still only
be a secretary.
Sam!
Dinner's ready, my sweet.
Now Diana, she
brings home money.
She's a proper businesswoman.
I mean look at her
lovely clothes.
She's so competent
and beautiful too.
I mean, she is
beautiful, isn't she?
She doesn't know why she
married that fool Jonna.
She told me so herself.
And she's got Sam.
I mean that's your future.
Your son, Sam.
Don't ever let me hear you
say anything like that again.
I mean it, mum.
I don't want you causing
trouble in the family.
Well, I just want
what's best for you.
Mum.
Claire is my wife.
Rosie is my daughter.
Oh, I love Rosie, you know I do.
Why don't you show
it a bit more, then?
I'm not asking you to be
best friends with Claire.
Just try to be a bit more
of a grandmother to Rosie.
All right, son, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.
Champagne, fantastic.
-Hooray!
-Spanish fizz actually.
Starving.
Turkey's looking better, Fergus.
Claire not coming down?
-Anything I can do Mrs. Moon?
-Maybe in a while.
-That looks gorgeous.
-Take those vegetables there.
And Sam, take this
gravy, will you love?
All right, in we go.
Jonna, you can
light the candles.
[Jonna] Yes.
Come on Sam, hurry up.
[family chattering]
You'll have missed your dinner.
Oh, hours ago. We get
dinner here at the time
normal people are
having their elevenses.
Want a fig roll?
No.
Now what magic plan
are you hatching now?
[Lillian] We're going
to need a better car.
Anyone but Valerie's.
Hmm, bit of a sardine can, yes.
But I know where
she keeps her keys.
[car honking]
Oop.
Ignorant git.
Pardon my French.
Anyone'd think he
owned the bloody road.
He does.
Smile and wave, George.
Smile and wave.
That's Mr. Tarbuck, the
owner of Happy Haven.
But forget the sardine can.
Oh!
Mr. Tarbuck.
You're a little later
than we expected.
And I can't stay long neither.
[Valerie] Oh, this is sudden.
You're my third today.
Oh, I see.
Well don't just
stand there, woman.
Find me somewhere to put these!
Ooh, Mr. Tarbuck.
I must say
that new gym's doing
wonders for your physique.
Oh?
I haven't got time for
nookie, you daft cow,
it's Christmas day!
Ho, ho, ho!
Well, they've had their dinner.
I see.
Ho ho ho.
Right, then.
All together.
[light piano music]
Mr. Tarbuck, we already
had this one this morning.
Oh, come on, Valerie,
do your duty.
* Ding dong merrily on high *
* In heaven bells are ringing *
* Ding dong verily the sky *
* Is riven with angels singing *
She fancies him.
She does.
[Donna giggling]
Now birthing she
should be, that one.
* Hosanna in excelsis *
You know their trouble,
these old people?
They're all too bloody obedient!
-Too bloody obedient!
-Oh, Ernest.
Come on, come on.
Hey go, go!
[car starting and revving]
[Donna giggling]
There you go.
Hey Fergus, could I
have a topper please?
[Fergus] Yeah, sure.
He'll get another
bottle down his neck,
insert his backside
into that armchair,
rant his head off for a bit
during the Queen's speech.
Mmm, God bless her.
Fall asleep during
the national anthem
and snore all the way through
the Harrison Ford movie.
Looking into the future, Diana,
consulting your
crystal ball again?
Oh I don't need a
crystal ball, Jonna.
You're too predictable for that.
Mum.
Truth is I won't be
doing any of those things
'cause there's no electricity.
No, we're gonna be
reduced to breathing life
into the dead art
of conversation.
Oh, shut up.
What's your star sign, Violet?
[Sam] Dad.
You'd never know listening to
my wife that she's a pisces.
You know, poetic,
melancholy and kind.
[Sam] Dad, don't!
Jonna would rather
have us like him,
boring, pretentious and bald!
Just stop it, will you?
Just stop it!
I'm going out now.
[Diana] Now look
what you've done.
[Jonna] Sam?
I'm just gonna nip up and
see how Claire's doing.
Rosie.
-This.
-A flattery.
Oh, thank you.
Just a little something.
Oh.
Thank you very much.
[Valerie] Miss Irma!
Not gonna watch
your telly, Ernest?
No.
This is much more entertaining
than bloody telly.
[Donna laughing]
[Ernest laughing]
Valerie!
[eerie whimsical music]
[Operator] All
units from control.
[Sergeant] All units, you
know fine well it's only us.
[Constable] Rudolph the
red nosed reindeer out.
[Operator] There's a Happy
Haven Residential Home
For the Elderly complaining
Mr. Lindsey Tarbuck.
[Sergeant] Well, he
rolls up one treasure
like he does a heater.
[Operator] Jaguar XKR
stolen from the premises.
Suspects are a male IC1 and
female IC1, destination unknown.
Confirm age of suspects.
[Operator] Both of the criminals
both approaching 80, Sarge.
Miss Castle and her boyfriend.
Yeah, I know where
they're going.
Show us responding.
[light music]
I drove bigger than
this in the war, George.
Armoured vehicles on occasion.
Never had an accident.
I had hoped to die in my bed.
Be dark soon.
Fusspot.
Here she is.
-Oh, hey.
-Hi.
Hey.
-Welcome back.
-Are you feeling better?
[Claire] Yes, thanks.
Oh, pudding's up.
[Diana] Oh, brandy, Fergus.
Oh yeah.
[Claire] Can I light it?
Can you give her a lighter,
Fergus, mine's broken.
Oh, there's one on
the mantel piece.
This is my favourite
bit of Christmas.
[Fergus] Oh Sam, just in time.
[Jonna] There you go, here.
[Fergus] Come on
Sam, proper pudding.
Oh, let us pray for a
flame, oh my best beloveds.
Concentrate, Sam.
Can we just light it, please?
[tense music]
Oh, my god!
[Diana] Put your drink on it!
Just put it out!
[Rosie crying]
[Diana] There's a bit more.
[Claire] Oh, here, my darling.
No harm done then.
I'll serve up then.
Yeah, let's eat.
[Fergus] All right, Rosie.
[Claire] She's all right, okay.
[Violet] There.
That's for Claire.
[Diana] Okay.
Hope you didn't forget to
put a sixpence in, mum.
Never miss.
And the brandy butter's there.
For Sam there.
Sammy.
Brandy butter.
No, it looks great.
Oh!
[tense music]
Glass.
How much more proof
do you want, Fergus?
She made the
pudding, she cut it.
She chose who got which piece.
You think you know her.
You don't know her.
You did have a sister,
didn't you, Violet?
I've seen her photograph,
and so has Diana.
So where is she now, hmm?
Where is your sister now?
[eerie music]
She's dead.
[tense music]
[Rosie babbling]
And you never told anyone?
It was best forgotten, Fergus.
Even your dad never knew.
My mother died, my
father married again.
His second wife got a
daughter, my stepsister Kitty.
About my age, a bit older.
Didn't last long.
[Diana] They got divorced?
No, she died.
His new wife died.
She fell, it was
some sort of accident
and there was a scandal.
I was very young, I
don't remember properly.
Anyway, nobody told you
anything those days.
And then the war came
and my father was sent overseas.
And he was killed.
Go on, son.
Go and get that milking seen to.
My dad, my lovely dad.
He used to say I was
his best little girl.
His old chickadee.
[tense music]
She didn't fall,
you know, Diana.
She was pushed.
Things had got very bad
between her and my stepsister.
Her own daughter pushed her?
-But that's-
-I was there.
I saw it all.
And I had to tell my daddy
what I saw, didn't I?
Good riddance to
bad rubbish, daddy.
Don't blame yourself, Violet.
[eerie music]
[car whooshing]
-[tyres screeching]
-Ooh!
I see, so she still
hasn't turned up yet?
Right, thank you officer.
Yes, happy Christmas.
[Diana] Claire.
Di, look what I found.
Death certificate.
Her beloved father,
who she just told you
died a hero in the war,
he killed himself in Torquay.
She's a bare-faced liar.
You know the old
lady that's supposed
to have turned up
here last night?
I just spoke to the police,
nobody's heard from her.
Do you remember I saw a car
stop at the top of
the lane last night
and then Violet went out and
she was out for quite a while?
What if that old
lady is her sister?
I mean what if she's lying
dead somewhere on the farm?
And what if Violet, the
senile serial killer
achieves her master plan
and murders you with
a poisoned mince pie?
Claire, what is it with you?
You're completely paranoid.
-[music box tinkling]
-[eerie music]
Okay.
Amazing what you can do
with a Swiss Army Knife.
I know, it's a
wicked present, dad.
Haven't you two got
anything more useful
you could be doing?
Go.
-Go, that's it.
-Okay?
Now for the final piece.
Where do you say you found that?
[Sam] In the mud
by the slurry pit.
[Rosie crying]
[water splashing]
Oh, now.
Come on, Rosie.
Come on.
There's a good girl, come on.
[music box tinkling]
No don't light it
with that, dad.
Light it with this.
Sam!
No, it's okay, I
used it already.
Oh.
Yeah.
Sam found your missing
sister, Violet, look.
[Sam] I found it
by the slurry pit.
[tense music]
What now?
[Lillian] What's that sound?
[George] The
emergency generator.
They must have a power cut.
No, listen.
[George] Blech. I don't
know what I just trod in
but it wasn't very nice.
[Lillian] Look!
Is that Violet?
For God's sake, Fergus.
You've only got to look at him.
He's the image of you.
We can't keep this up forever.
Jonna brought him up.
He's his father now.
Sam loves him.
Diana, what we...
It wasn't even a
one night stand.
You I was so drunk, I don't
know how I managed it.
Come on, girl.
[cow mooing]
It's only a matter of time
before Claire sees it too.
Even your mother knows.
Things have got to
stay the way they are.
[eerie tense music]
I don't mean to be hard,
but it was a long time ago.
Fergus, you begged
me to marry you.
And you said no,
and Claire said yes.
Oh, and we have to
pay for that mistake
for the rest of our lives?
It wasn't a mistake.
[slap whacking]
I love Claire.
[slap whacking]
[gate clanging]
[Diana] Sam.
Violet's got the baby.
Good.
Give poor Claire a break.
No, mum.
Mum.
Come on, let's get
tonight's pants organised.
[Sam] But mum, listen!
Rosie's gone.
Gone where?
Violet's got her.
She's out here somewhere.
Oh my god.
[Sam] That's what I've been
trying to tell you, mum.
[Claire] Violet!
Sammy, stay there.
[Claire] Violet!
Look, this is hers.
It's Cath's, I gave it
-to her for Christmas.
-Violet!
[tense music]
Give her to me, you bitch!
Thank you God.
[Claire screaming]
Fergus!
Fergus, quick!
[pipe clanging]
She pushed Claire in.
She pushed Claire in the slurry!
[Rosie crying]
No!
No!
What have you done!
Fergus.
Claire, Claire!
Claire!
How could you do this, Violet?
I defended you!
Claire!
Help me!
Oh my gosh.
Cath.
Are you a doctor?
All right please,
everybody move right back,
give us some space.
All right sir, we'll
get you out of there.
Browning, get an ambulance!
All right sir, come.
[Fergus] Take her.
Dad?
Can we go home soon, dad?
Now, look what you made me do.
Power's back on.
There's nothing
more we can do, sir.
[Lillian] Sergeant, I'm sorry-
Not now, Miss Castle.
You can see what I'm
dealing with here.
But Sergeant, look.
This is my friend's torch.
I've got a body here!
But look.
Why don't you just tell me
what happened out
there, Mrs. Moon?
Mrs. Moon?
I've told you it
was an accident.
No it wasn't.
You pushed her.
I still can't believe it.
She's always had it in for her.
Twisted old cow!
Pushed my sister
in and killed her!
[tense music]
You know son, this farm
will all be yours one day.
You ask your father.
[Sam] Dad?
Sam.
Come on, Sam.
I'm taking you home.
Fergus, a farm needs a
proper family to survive.
Man, wife and sons.
Don't talk to me.
Don't ever talk to me again.
[ominous music]
I want to go with her.
Certainly.
I'll have to clean
you up, right.
My poor Cath.
Not much of a life was it?
But in the end I just
made things worse.
I'm a meddling old sow.
Lillian, don't.
Nobody could believe Violet
capable of two murders.
Three.
What do you mean?
Constable, evidence.
It's obvious, isn't it?
Cath spent 60 years for
something Violet did.
And it's time
Violet paid for it.
[music box tinkling]
[tense music]
Daddy?
I'm still your chickadee.
Daddy?
[eerie music]
[Lillian] Oh, I made some tea.
Oh, thanks, Miss Castle.
Nobody takes sugar, do they?
Oh, don't worry, I'll get it.
Dried up old spinster.
I bet you're still a virgin.
You killed Cath's
mother, didn't you?
You pushed her off
the battlements
and you blamed Cath.
You got her locked
away for 60 years.
No wonder you were scared
when I brought her back to you.
A slutty woman and
a fat ugly brat.
We were all right,
me and my daddy
till those two came along.
You know what, Violet?
Cath never worked that out.
You killed her for nothing.
She didn't know your secret.
He died too.
Broken heart, that's
what they said.
[eerie music]
That's what the seances
were for, isn't it?
Trying to contact
your dead father.
Never came.
Never.
Not once.
Oh, Violet.
Mind you, neither did your
boring bloody brother.
You had a family and
you destroyed it.
Your father, your
stepsister, her mother.
And that poor girl out
there in the slurry tonight.
No, I didn't kill her.
I didn't kill her.
All right, Miss Castle.
You've done enough.
-Mrs. Moon.
-How could I have killed her?
Mrs. Moon, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to
ask you to accompany
my Constable to
he police station.
Come along now please.
I had the baby in my arms.
[Sergeant] Come on, Mrs. Moon.
Give her to me, you bitch!
Come on.
-I had the baby in my arms!
-Come along.
Don't upset yourself
now, Mrs. Moon, come on.
[music box tinkling]
[Fergus] Who's there?
Don't worry.
It's only me.
So Violet tried to
pin it on Diana?
Good god, she got no shame?
The lying old toad.
I tell you what, George.
Hmm?
That's the last time I'm going
to spend Christmas pining
because I haven't
got a proper family.
[George laughing]
[Lillian sobbing]
Here.
Here. [laughing]
Got one of those fig rolls?
I thought you didn't like 'em.
I could get used to them.
All right, but just the one.
I'm not gonna have you
spoiling your appetite.
'Cause there's no law that
says you can't have your capon
and all the trimmings
at midnight, is there?
This your car, madam?
You know very well
it's not, Sergeant.
Take it back tomorrow, eh?
Tomorrow's Boxing Day.
The day after tomorrow then.
Will you drive, George?
Yes, of course, go on.
It's a shame this
car's got to go back
to Happy Haven.
The car's going back, Lil.
But you're not.
[light music]
[car starting]
[car revving]
Join hands with me
oh my best beloveds.
And we will fare safely
into the world beyond.
Close eyes with me,
all my best beloveds
and we will see what
may not be seen.
Meet again those who
have been gathered home.
Now answer me, you
sleeping spirits.
Who will wake and answer me?
[eerie music]
[door creaking]
Hello, chickadee.
[Claire laughing]
[music box tinkling]
[light music]