Being Human (2008–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Long Live the King - full transcript

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Beasts should be put in cages.
Infections should be cauterised.

The pathologist does what he can,
but if it gets bumped up, you kill it.

The deal is off.

The plot thickens.

Move the children!

Hide! Hide! Hide!

Move them back.

Demons. Bloodsuckers.

Incubi.

Spreaders of the great pestilence.



You have been tried in
front of God and this country

and found guilty of witchcraft,
heresy, satanic ritual,

collusion with Beelzebub and
of bringing disease and sorrow

to the land... I'm sorry.
Could you, with the...?

- Sorry.
- Thank you. That's it.

You are to... That's much better.

You are to be destroyed

so that our kingdom might
be cleansed of your devilry

and the plague be washed from
our soil and taken from the air.

Is there an order?

Should we start with the infants?

No! No! No!

Your teeth will be
smashed from your skull

as a warning to other devils.



Then your head will be
removed from your body...

No, that's it, actually. Proceed.

We need to get in three, quick,
now. He's losing a lot of liquid.

What's his DCS?

Marcus, look at me, look at me.

Can you hear me,
Marcus? You're nearly there.

Excuse me, sir.

The brutal attack on the young
couple has left one victim dead

And the other in a critical condition.

Obviously, we intend to talk to Mr
Balfour when he regains consciousness.

Our hope is that he will provide us
with information that'll enable us

to make an arrest. Thank you, gentlemen.

What do you say to those who stipulate
there are now vampires living in Bristol?

Er, hot milk and an early night.
Are they in any way related?

Earlier today, Chief
Constable Nicholas Wilson

was harassed by journalists regarding
a gruesome attack on two students...

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just... praying
for him. You believe in God?

Well, I'm not any
denomination really, just...

you know, help them out when they're
busy kind of thing. Hedging your bets.

I see a lot of that. Do you?

Hospitals are full of CTD patients
trying to have a chat with the Almighty

before they pop their clogs.

CTD? Circling The Drain. Doctor speak.

Nice. I've never seen the condition
in a hospital porter before.

I suppose the bad working conditions have
driven you to believe in a monotheist deity.

That's what happens when you haven't got
a strong trade union. I blame Thatcher.

So you don't think he's going
to make it, then? Actually, I do.

I've been praying for him
in the hospital chapel.

You're not the only one who
flirts with faith, you know.

He's a student.

So was his dead girlfriend.

Second year, computer science.

What do you think they were doing in
the woods in the middle of the night?

IT notes?

Could be anything.

Weirdy vampire sex
again? I don't think so.

We are very liberated
here in the West Country.

If I'd have known what I was
missing, I'd have moved here sooner.

No, trust me, this is a murder inquiry.

No-one asked to have this done to them.

Got to go... have an anal
abscess bursting in geriatrics.

By the way...

.. what happened to our drink?
What are you doing later?

Tonight?

Er... I can't tonight.
I have to be somewhere.

OK, that's told me.

It's not that I don't
want to, it's just that...

Shit.

Does a locked door mean nothing to you?

Oh, Annie!

Oh, look, it's alive!

Oh...

What is that? Hot
water. We're out of tea.

No tea? No tea. No coffee. No milk.

Ooh, but there is a shower, though.
Why hasn't anybody gone shopping?

Well, I don't know if you've noticed,

but I've been struggling with the
whole ghost thing the last few days.

Strangely, being invisible makes

purchasing pyramid
teabags a touch awkward.

Where's Mitchell? It's his turn.

He hasn't so much as purchased
a... a pint of milk in weeks.

I can't remember the
last time he washed up.

And as for cleaning
the bathroom, George...

I don't think he's ever
cleaned the bathroom.

I can't handle this.

Do you want to talk? What about?

About Nina dumping you. Not really.

George...

you need to talk, you need
to express your feelings.

No. What I need is tea.

Oh...

You're depressed.

Shit!

Do you think?

And depression is just
anger turned inward.

Punch some pillows

and scream and shout and just...

.. have a good cry.

You haven't a clue how this feels.

Oh, no. Of course I don't!

Because my fiance killing me

and then the man I thought it was in
love with trying to kill me all over again

is just a breeze compared
to what you're going through.

Fine. I'm going back to sleep.

"My heart yearns for
your fragrant hair. "

That... that's private!

It's ripped!

Does she have fragrant hair?

Yes.

I'm a terrible poet and
a terrible boyfriend.

What's the last line?

"Because you're worth it"?

You're very sweet,
George. You know that.

Hugh's back.

George! No!

Go and talk to him.

Please.

Oh! Get off!

She's gone, Hugh. How
could she have just gone?

Come in.

Well, we just woke up one
morning and there she was... gone.

When's she coming
back? Well... she isn't.

You spoke to her, then? She left a note,

and it wasn't very detailed, and
the handwriting is just awful.

But, um, what we could decipher
is that she's not coming back.

I scared her off, didn't I? Oh,
it's not your fault, I swear.

It's not your fault, I swear.

Um, yeah, that was in the note, too.
It was just kind of headlines, really.

Not coming back. Not Hugh's fault.

This is exactly what
happened with Kirsty.

Who the hell is Kirsty?

Who the... hell is Kirsty?

My ex. She left me about a year ago.

I can't believe it's happening
again. What's wrong with me, George?

Why does every woman I love run a mile
when I get just a little bit serious?

I need to shave...

have a shower.

Ooh, and I need a...

Mitchell.

Cara. Where is everyone?

I'm an orphan now, since your
pet killed our brave captain.

I should drink you dry,
cut you into slices.

All right, listen to me.

Two people were attacked by the
waterside. I need to find out who did it.

The killing has to
stop, do you understand?

We can't cover it up,
there's no process any more.

So?

So... they'll find out about
us, they'll come after us.

I think I'd like that.

All right, round everyone up.

Tonight. The old church.

That's everyone
- do you hear me?

George?

George? Huh?

Look, I've been thinking
- I want to help Hugh get over me.

I was listening to that! No more
radios, not after what happened.

Annie!

I'm going to get him
back together with Kirsty,

because he's obviously
still got feelings for her.

Whoa, no. Look, you can't go interfering
with people's lives like that.

It's not interfering
- it's more like regime change.

Because that's never gone wrong!

And you are going to help me.

Oh, God, do I have to?

You're essential. Another rejected man

left crushed, broken and
humiliated by the woman he loves.

You're the only one who can truly
understand what he's going through.

Hm.

I'm glad my misery is proving useful.

Well, you know, every cloud.

No, this is a really bad
idea. Please! I need this.

They're going to come for
me again, you know, George...

Men from the other side.
No. You don't know that.

I do know it.

And I don't want to waste a
single day that I have left.

I have to do some good, I have
to try and be of use somehow.

Can't you see that? It's important.

After what happened with Saul, I feel...

cursed, like...
everything I touch gets...

tainted somehow.

Mm, I know how that feels.

Well, then, maybe you need this too.

You know why I'm here, Chief Constable.

I assume you're the new Herrick.

OK, so firstly, no,
I'm not the new Herrick.

This... I'm not even standing in
- this is just a...

I'm a representative. So... represent.

We have a situation.
Too bloody right you do.

The press are all over this.

Perfect middle-class young
couple, engaged to be married.

Jesus Christ, why can't you
guys stick to homeless alkies?

You worked with Herrick. I'm hoping
we can come to a similar arrangement.

I need to know that the people
I'm dealing with are reliable.

Herrick was a despotic, ginger
arsehole, but he had backbone,

and I'm not seeing that in you.

So, what are you going to do?

Maybe it's time we started
rounding all you vermin up.

Yeah, but you're implicated.
I'm a Chief Constable.

I'm on first name terms with
the shitting Home Secretary.

And you're a bloody monster!

Who the fuck is going to listen to you?

Now... if you want this deal to work,

you're going to have to come up with
a lot more than, "You're implicated. "

You boys have access
to money, don't you?

Well... we made a couple of
good investments in the 1800s.

You're going to need it.

I've got an extension to finish, not
to mention the wife's bloody eBay habit.

Whatever you want, I'll get it, OK?

What about the guy in the
coma? Pray for brain damage.

Oh, and I'm warning you...

without Coroner Quinn on
board, this is all academic.

OK, listen to me...

Just... Could you just sit down, please?

Having some discipline problems?

What are you doing here?
I was at a loose end.

I thought this might be amusing.

Thanks for the support.
OK, guys, listen up.

Two bodies came into the hospital.

What are you going to
do about it, big man?

Get out of here! Come on!

Leave us alone! Quiet!

Listen to me.

The killing has to stop.

Things have changed.

The old system that
allowed you to kill...

.. that doesn't exist any more.

The world we knew,
the world we came into,

it's gone, and you have to accept that.

So what are we supposed to do?

Go clean. Renounce blood.

You're crazy, mate.

Do you people have any
fucking idea who I am?!

My name is John Mitchell,

and I've killed more
people than you've met.

If I can do it, so can you.

If we don't, are you going
to force us into rehab?

# They tried to make me go to
rehab and I said, no, no, no! #

Quiet! The only reason we've lasted
this long was because we've hid.

We've covered our tracks.

But carry on killing, and
we'll all be discovered.

And do you know what that means?

Mass persecution.

Execution pyres in Trafalgar Square!

You can't change them
into something they're not.

A shark can only ever be a shark.

Maybe it's you that's in the wrong,
for hating what you are so much.

Ever think about that?
There have to be boundaries.

This is chaos. This could kill us all.

Boundaries are fine.

But what you're talking
about is changing our nature.

Think you're going to get restraint
from her? Good luck with that.

No offence, baby. What?

Some of us chose this life. But for
most of us, it was forced on them.

And now here you are, putting restrictions
on a lifestyle they didn't even want?

Stop drinking? Stay in the shadows?

I did it.

Except, from what I hear,
there were a few false starts.

But it was fine, because
someone would come in

and hose down the walls and straighten
the paintings and bury the bones.

The betrayal of your race was aided and
abetted by your brothers and sisters.

You ever think about that?

No.

You stand here today telling
us about your big achievement,

like you did it all on your
own. So what are you saying?

I'm saying, you've got to give
them a little something back.

Yeah!

Besides, the only reason
we're having this conversation

is because of you and
your vendetta with Herrick.

Once again,

a circumstance forced on us.

Honey...

you spend all day clearing
up other people's messes.

Maybe now you should clear up your own.

There are people I need to talk to.

But in the meantime, we make a deal.

No deal. You will not feed!

And if anyone - anyone
- steps out of line,

I'll kill you myself.

Are we clear?

George... We've
been having a house meeting.

You're having a house
meeting? Why wasn't I invited?

Well, if you were ever here,
then we would have invited you.

Hang on a minute...

You're not pulling
your weight around this place.

What's that supposed to mean?

You don't buy any
food, you never hoover.

I don't even think you know
what a pair of Marigolds are.

I don't do Marigolds. Oh, and I do?

OK. Do you know what?

I think that we've all just
lost sight of each other a bit.

We need to team-build, we need to bond.

But I'm not going paintballing,
not again. Not after last time.

We need to talk. So...
George, you start.

Are you OK? I've been better.

You?

Likewise.

We should go out one night
and just get hammered.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

That's it? That's how you
share? What more is there to say?

Yeah, he's feeling a bit down,
which is pretty understandable.

And I'm kind of stressed. We don't need
to turn this into an episode of Oprah.

File it under, "Have Discussed".
You want to watch The Real Hustle?

Oh, I'd really like that.

Women
- you think you're such authorities,

like the way you deal with
emotions is the only way.

It's not on. Yeah, it
is. It's on at 10.30.

No, they've moved it.
No, you're kidding me?

Oh, I don't believe it. No,
I was looking forward to that.

10.30, Thursday!

That's Real Hustle time.
A fucking child knows that!

Can I not just have
one good thing in my life?

It just drives me insane
when they move stuff around!

Don't I deserve one
bloody crumb of happiness?

We're supposed to check? Every week?
Like we don't have anything else to do?

Is it our responsibility?!
Why is it down to us?!

I saw a preview. They were going
to do a con about cashpoints.

Really? I would have loved
that. You bastards! Argh!

I'm doing the washing-up!

Is everyone happy now?!

.. Yes, I do! Give it back to me!

Give it back! It's mine now.

Give it back! That's mine! My mum's
going to kill me! That's my gran's!

Give it back! Do you want it?

Yes, I do. Give it back to me!

Give it back!

Just give it back, please.
My mum's going to kill me!

I remember this place so well.

Yeah. You were only here last week.

The Guest Ales pump is always
a bit sticky. It's just...

so funny! Hilarious.

Chatting with Racist Jack every night.

And did you know that gypsies
are born with six toes,

and that's why they
never wear flip-flops?

I don't think that's actually true.

Happy days, George. Happy
days. Oh, God, I need a drink.

I know what you mean.

I've been hitting it
a bit since Annie left.

God, look at him
- practically suicidal.

George, there's no time to
lose. Ask him about Kirsty.

OK, so...

so tell me about this Kirsty.

We sat next to each other in
double history for two years.

She was blonde, gorgeous, talented.

You know, I never did
understand the blonde thing.

Moved in together when we was 18.

She trained as a florist.

She called herself an
artist with flowers.

Now, that is just pretentious. About
a year ago, she just turns around

and tells me that I'm
too conventional for her,

that I lack imagination and passion.

Women, they just don't appreciate
solid, stable, reliable men.

She even hated the way I wash up.

You know, just because I like
to dry and put everything away

and not leave it dripping on the rack.

Oh, so she'd prefer limescale
on the draining board?

I guess it'd go with the
coffee rings on the table.

Coasters! You just put them under the mug
- it's not rocket science!

Oh, OK, you are both
freaking me out right now.

Just find out where she
lives, and let's wrap this up.

You know what, George.

We should go out sometime.
You know, have a jar or two.

I think I'd like that, Hugh.

Oh, for God's sake!

Got the money.

You're too late.

What? Your coma guy woke up.

He's signing a bloody
statement as we speak.

Well, that's it, then. We're
fucked! No, I can sort it.

There's still the death of the
girlfriend we need to deal with.

And for that, we need
Quinn. He won't co-operate.

Yeah, me and Herrick always had
our doubts about him. Here...

Give him this. What is it?

Leverage!

She's so not natural blonde.

Bet you anything cuffs
and collar don't match.

Oh, I'm not even going
to ask what that means.

OK, this is a recce. Go and talk
to her, engage her in conversation.

We're like detectives!

Crockett and Tubbs, yeah.

Yeah, or Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased).

Hi! Hello, I'd like
some flowers, please.

Or perhaps you could put together
something artistic for me?

You could buy them in a garage.

Um... Hi. Sorry, no, no, no!

I was thinking of something a little
more flamboyant... with roses, maybe.

I used to do flamboyant.

Roses, chrysanthemums,
stocks, gerberas...

Sounds great.

Can't be arsed now. Bloody
hell! She's deader than I am.

Call it a fiver.

Er, yeah. Five.

She misses him.

# I've been

# Secretly falling apart... #

And they attacked just in that area.

And you describe them as being vampires.

# To me, you're strange
and you're beautiful

# You'd be so perfect with me

# But you just can't see

# You turn every head

# But you don't see me

# I'll put a spell on you

# You'll fall asleep
when I put a spell on you

# And when I wake you

# I'll be the first thing you see

# And you'll realise
that you love me... #

'You have zero messages. '

#.. Sometimes

# The last thing you want comes in first

# Sometimes

# The first thing you want never comes

# And I know

# The waiting is all you can do... #

Thanks for meeting me.

If you think you can talk me round,
you're mistaken. That's not why I'm here.

OK. I don't believe you're like Herrick.

I suspect you have a
conscience, am I right?

Yeah. You know this is wrong, Mitchell.

Sanctioning the killing of innocent
people can never be a moral act.

So what do you suggest I do? You
do what I've done. You walk away.

We'll be exposed if I do that.

Then so be it.

How can you say that?

If we're exposed, there'll be
huge suffering on both sides.

History has shown us that.

No. History has shown us that
the end never justifies the means.

That's always the road to hell.

Think again about what you're doing.

How did you get these?

As long as you comply, nothing will happen
to your grandchildren. You have my word.

I have your word?

I understand how difficult
this is, Mr Quinn.

I've misjudged you.

You are scum, just like he was.

I can't abandon my own kind
just so I can sleep better.

Now, do we have an agreement?

I don't really have a choice now, do I?

No. None of us do.

Sorry it had to come to this.

Those girls at the shopping
centre were only 15.

They were children, Mitchell.

What girls? What girls?

The girls with their throats ripped
out and dumped in an alley this morning.

Are you losing count?

Let me help you out.

That's three dead this week.

I didn't know there'd
been another attack.

You've got no control at all, have you?

Who was it?

Who was it? Hm?

Who was it?

They were 15!

They were delicious.

Stop. Young, fresh, warm blood.

You should try it again, Mitchell.

I'd forgotten what it was like.

So wet, so black...

I can still taste 'em.

We had a deal.

Anyone else?

No?

Anyone else?

Now, who here has a suit?

Nice one, boys.

When you're done here, come and see me.
I've got a couple more jobs for you. Off.

Oi, Don, Nanna made you a
cup of her special tea yet?

Not yet. I'll sort
it out. Come on, boys.

Anyone for tea?

The cheeky bastard.

A report of the two
girls for you to sign.

All right, Alan? Yeah, good.

Here's the boy's statements.

Don't get mugged.

Three milligrams of atropine.

Five, six, seven, eight...

As of this morning, the
inquiry into the tragic death

of 19-year-old Tally Westwood, found
on the River Avon three days ago,

has been closed.

This action has been taken
following the suicide of her fiance,

Marcus Balfour, in the hospital.

Fresh evidence now leads us to conclude

that these tragic deaths were the
result of a suicide pact between them,

and that no foul play was involved.

Mr Balfour's mother will now read
a statement on behalf of the family.

We are still in shock, even more so

with the tragic news

that our beautiful son
felt he didn't want to live

without his fiancee.

See me on the telly?

Yeah. You're a total fox.
What happened to Balfour?

Suicide?

You expect me to believe that?

I expect you to be grateful that
once again, I've cleared up your shit.

The attack in the shopping centre.
How did you know about those girls?

How did we know what?

Kelly Bracewell, on
probation for assault.

Sumira Clarke
- she's got form for theft and intimidation.

Hey, don't get me wrong.

I'm pleased you're choosing
your targets a little wiser.

But do me a favour, will you, next time?

Find somewhere a little
less public and well lit.

Hang on a second. You
think we targeted them?

All I'm saying is, stick with
repeat offenders and it's a win-win.

What happened with
Balfour was unfortunate.

He was... collateral damage.

But the main thing is,
the system is in place.

This is how it works.

What, did you expect it to be pretty?

Hugh won't go on a blind date.

It's fine, we can turn this around. How?

She just needs a new experience so awful

that she realises Hugh
really is the one for her.

So...

your mission is to become her boyfriend,
but to be absolutely crap at it.

Well, I can't do that.
Of course you can.

Look what a fuck-up you made
of your last relationship.

OK, worst date ever?

Well, that's easy.

Petra Gibbon, 2001. Kebab shop.

I can top that.

2003, Tony Slocombe, We Will Rock You.

You win!

Hold on, Annie.

We have struck gold.

Der Tod des Unterhaltungskunstlers.

It's a German, subtitled,

three-and-a-half hour art
film on at the Watershed.

You bastard!

Right, ring Kirsty and book the tickets.

Just take that
downstairs for me, please.

I was there when he woke up.

I spoke to him. There was
no way he was suicidal.

He was devastated about his fiancee.

So how did he get the drugs? He
stole them from the storeroom.

The police found fingerprints.

Apparently.

So he detached himself from the monitor,

pulled out all the wires and feeds
without setting off any alarms,

walked through the wards without
being seen, got the pills, walked back,

got back into bed and put his lines in?

Is that what you're saying?
I'm not saying anything.

What are you saying?

I'm saying the police are idiots.

All right, you need to
get out of this place.

How about that drink?

Are you asking me out in a mortuary?

Well, we did meet in a toilet, so...

So, how do I look?

Like a Christian who's
really let themselves go.

It's you! You came into
my shop. Ah, show time.

Yeah! Hi! Are you sure
you want to see this?

Well, I bought the tickets now,
so nothing's going to stop me, OK?

Cool!

Just checking.

I love German cinema!

What?

I've been wanting to see this for
ages, but nobody would come with me.

I thought we had a
connection when we first met.

This is so exciting.

Best thing about it is the length of it.

Nice place.

There's a two-for-one
offer on scrumpy.

James Bond, eat your heart out.

So, um...

Tell me about yourself.

What would you like to know?

Erm...

What do you do in your spare time?

Well, you know, the usual.

OK, I have no idea what that means.

Hang out with my mates,

watch TV, er...

OK, you're either the
dullest person who ever lived

or you're keeping something from me.

How about family? No, they're all gone.

There may be a few stragglers left
somewhere, but we're not in touch, really.

Why are you a cleaner?

Because Nick on The
Apprentice already has the job

of being Nick on The Apprentice, so...

I'm serious.

You're a smart guy...
passable to look at.

I'm sure you could do more than mop
up wee and poo, so why don't you?

I don't know. I like not
having to think about my job.

I like the anonymity.

Anonymity from what? Why are
you asking so many questions?

Listen, I'm just trying to find
out stuff about you, who you are.

That's generally what
people on dates do.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm just very dull.

That was just amazing!
Yeah, clowns. So many clowns.

Kebab.

Peckish?

I'll just stand here, OK?

OK, she's completely insane.

Not only does she love German
Expressionist films, she loves kebabs, too.

She "loves their irony".

There's only one thing left.

Oh, no. Do it, George.

Do it for Hugh.

This chilli sauce is really... Oh, yeah.

I've written a poem about you.

My heart yearns for your fragrant hair.

The smell of life, the smell of love.

The smell of...

kebab.

Sod it! Maybe you guys are
actually meant to be together.

Oh, that's...!

I love kebabs.

This is me. OK.

This is a bit of a cliche.
Yeah, it really isn't. Night.

All right, you're pissed off with me.

What do you think?

We dance around each other for weeks,

we finally go for a drink,
and you barely speak.

Do you know how hard
it was for me tonight?

I have just split up with my
boyfriend, I feel really...

And I thought, "Fuck it, I'll... "

You know what, I'm knackered.
It's been a long day.

Lots of dead people.

Let's just forget it, OK? OK.

Er, have you seen my
glasses? On the mantelpiece.

Oh. You leaving already?
I've an early shift.

I had a look on the rota.
You're not on till the afternoon.

I've got stuff to do. Oh,
at the funeral parlour?

What do you know
about the funeral parlour?

I know it's been reopened.
I walked past it yesterday.

Sir, I think you need to hear this.

I had no choice.

The whole system had collapsed.

What system?

Remember when Becca died, I told
you we had branches everywhere?

What's that interference?

It's the bug, it appears to be moving.

Vampires in strategic
positions, sympathisers,

a whole system to keep us secret.

Now that Herrick's gone,
the whole system's fucked.

Oh, bloody kebab grease.

What's that? Get rid of it.

Get it back!

I need that information.

You've put the system...
back in place, haven't you?

It's the only way to control them.
Right, so killing's OK, then, is it?

This is just the short-term.

And the long-term?

I'm going to help them get off blood.

It's the only way, George. I
can do it! I can persuade them.

So this is before or
after you walk on water?

What should I do? Tell me.
What's the alternative: not get involved?

Leave them to it?
There'll be a bloodbath.

It's a mess, I know it is!
I'm doing the best I can.

I need you to understand that.

All right. All right?

Thanks.

What about us?

Us?

Well, I could... really do
with having my best friend back.

Excuse me?

Nina was the love of my life.

And now she's gone.

And under the circumstances,

I really feel like I could have done
with a bit more support from you.

I'm sorry, I had a lot on, you know?

It's OK.

I'll let it go this time. Oh, right.

Yeah, sure...

What?

Everyone gets dumped, George.

I know it's hard but you need to
take responsibility for yourself.

You need to stop with the
self-pity and the sulking

and the feeling hard done by and just
pick yourself up and learn from this.

I can't hold your hand through it.

No-one can.

Cheers. That's what mates are for.

What, to be insensitive?

No.

To tell each other the truth.

It's time.

What's all this?

We all want to know if you've
really got the balls for this.

This isn't a fucking show!

Justice has to be seen to be done,
Mitchell, or what's the point?

Do it properly... you'll
never have to do it again.

Get in the back.

Come on!

OK, champ, we have had some setbacks,
but we're going to power through.

Shoot me, please. Just
shoot me with a rifle.

Plan B. Cut my head off.

OK, you come on too
strong. Put it on a spike.

You propose to her. Carry
it through the village...

Name your first children... so
everybody can spit at my face.

She will run for the hills,
trust me. George, come on.

Hey, you! Hey!

Listen, there's an exhibition of Russian
propaganda posters on at the Tate.

I'm lying to you.

What? What?!

It's like I'm cheating on you.
You're beautiful. You're kind.

But the thing is...

I'm in love with someone else.

She's gone now, and since I lost her,

it feels like my insides are
full of needles and glass.

I wanted to do something to help...

to take my mind off this, er, wound.

But, er...

.. it's pointless.

Maybe this is how people learn.

I think it's time we were
honest with ourselves.

It's our own lives we need
to mend, nobody else's.

I know what it feels like.

To love someone that much
and not have them round.

Do you know the most valuable,
the most precious, the most...

coveted thing in the whole wide world?

It's a second chance.

Bye, Kirsty.

Bye, George.

George! You did it.

I think she's calling him.

She could be calling anyone.

Oh...

Cynic.

During the plague, if anyone
was suspected of being a vampire,

They were killed by having a
brick rammed into their mouth.

No!

Archaeologists have found skeletons

with bricks still stuck
in their shattered jaws.

Please! Please don't kill me!

Then, like a sick joke, we adopted
it as a form of punishment ourselves.

I'll never be bad again! No, you won't.

Please don't leave
me down here! Please...

Please, don't leave me!

Please!

Please...

I won't kill no more children. No, no...

No! Please.

I'm sorry. Please, please, please.

I don't want this.

But I don't have a choice.

No! No, please.

Please...

Cara's been executed.

The king is dead, long live the king.

Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

Get me out!

Please.

So the saying goes that the
merchants would strike a deal

by hitting the nail on
the head, and then...

I thought we could use that as a
metaphor to strike a deal between us...

Sometimes you can be so cheesy.

I missed you, man.

I missed you too.

- Hello?
- George...

Nina... I can't talk for very long.

I'm just...

I'm ringing to say goodbye properly.

Are you all right?
Where are you? I'm fine.

Listen, there are some
things I need to say to you.

You need to stop using the curse
as an excuse not to live your life.

You're a wonderful man.

You can make a go of things, get a
better job, get out in the world, even...

find love again one day.

I want you to promise me you'll
start to live your life now.

Are you coming back?

Are you coming back, Nina?

George...

I need you to promise me.

I promise you.

Thank you.

I love you, Nina.

I love you too.

I always will.

I love you.

What...?

What...? What are you going to do?

Something wonderful.

Goodbye, George.

Thank you.

Thank you for letting me do that.

I'm ready now.

You know, God loves you very much.

Isn't that right, Professor Jaggat?

Yes, Nina.

He loves you so much.

It's traditional. Boss gets first drink.

What part of "no blood"
did you not understand?

I want you to sign up, go clean
with us. What do I get out of it?

I feel ready to re-enter
the world... of languages.

What is F-word?

If you don't help me, then sooner
or later, they're going to get me.

I have a nosebleed.
Should this be happening?

Just relax.
It's all part of the process.

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