Being Human (2008–2013): Season 3, Episode 7 - Though the Heavens Fall - full transcript

After confessing his guilt to Annie, Mitchell is arrested and dragged off to the police station,where he is terrified that,when his photograph is taken,his identity will be exposed. The McNairs come back to the house after the father has been injured fighting vampires. He knows Herrick of old and,as the full moon rises,prepares to kill him but ends up dead himself. Herrick is now fully restored of his powers and memory and goes on the rampage,killing Nancy - whose superior Cooper,also a vampire,was finished off by Annie - and threatening Nina.

You need to drink.

DC Reid from CID.

You want to speak with Mitchell?

Yeah, I'm working on
this murder investigation.

I did know a Daisy.

Did this girl ever say anything about
Box Tunnel 20 to you?

She seemed to know a lot about it.

She could describe the scene
and the bodies.

My God!

I suggest you give me back that book.

Gotcha!



This doesn't often happen

so...

...I'm not quite sure what
the protocol is.

Usually we're hosing down the cage
and giving young Alan here a blanket.

Ugh!

So you did something
remarkable tonight.

You walked unharmed
from a plane crash.

Only now I don't know
what to do with you.

It's a lot to take in, isn't it?

You know,
I think the biggest shock for me,

more than the actual existence of
vampires and werewolves and ghosts -

there are ghosts too, you know,
but we'll come to that -

was knowing that until that point,
I'd been allowed to live.

Once the curtain was drawn...



...and I'd seen the true nature of nature,

I realised that these
nightmare creatures

had permitted us to mind the shop.

The monsters were merciful.

But it was a fragile d?tente.

Like a tiger in a paper cage.

Any moment they could break free
and wreck the world.

No, all in all,
I think that was a bit of a blow.

Tell me about yourself.

You married?

Kids?

Maybe one day.

What line of business are you in?

I'm a surveyor.

Ah! Don't tell me!

Semi-detached house on a new-build
estate, a car, the boss is a wanker.

Sunday roast with the in-laws.

Paddling pools and catalogues,
five-a-side and Belgian beer.

God, it sounds horrific!

Well, that's all over now.

I've set you free.

I wasn't unharmed.

I'm sorry?

I wasn't unharmed.

Please could I have a bandage
or something?

It scratched me.

Oops!

Look, I'm just saying this is
vampire business. You start mixing it

with human laws
and courts and stuff,

and God knows what could happen.

Yeah, well, it's a bit late to worry
about that, isn't it?

All right, well, say you do lead
the police to Daisy, OK?

They arrest her, they process her,
they take her photograph.

And bam! That's it.

The world knows about vampires
and it's total...

This is first contact. It's biblical.

Religion, history, science,
they lose everything.

The trauma of that,
could you imagine?

We need more drawing pins.

Annie!

Vampires must have been arrested
in the past.

Yeah, but we used to have
an infrastructure in place to sort it out.

Oh, so what? Daisy should just
get away with it?

I'm saying the vampires take care of
this sort of thing themselves.

Like vampire police.

Not actual. It's kind of self-regulating.

Well, I thought you said there wasn't
an infrastructure in place.

Look, what I'm saying is...

OK, look. What if it was me?

Hm? Say I didn't die and I got on
that train and so did Daisy,

and, I don't know, it was my picture
in that incident room, not Lia's.

What would you do?

I wouldn't have known you.

Play my "what if" game.

I'd tear the world apart.

That's the correct answer.

Make this useful or quick - your choice.

That name I pulled off
the information line, John Mitchell?

Yeah, I went to see him, and he's a bit
nervy, but he gave me another name,

Daisy Hannigan Spiteri,
some ex-girlfriend of his.

You should write this down.

Apparently, she told him she saw
the Box Tunnel massacre first-hand.

But the only Daisy Hannigan Spiteri
I could find died in an air raid in 1941.

Yeah, see,
this is where it gets complicated.

So?

So why would he do that?

Because relationships turn people
into psychopaths, and that is fact.

No, I mean why give a false name
unless he's concealing something?

Maybe she gave him the false name.

Whatever. I went back there, and
he's got a scrapbook full of clippings.

- Clippings of what?
- Clippings of what?

The Box Tunnel 20.

- What?
- People are sick.

Fact two. They watch documentaries
about children with...

an elbow for a face or something.

A scrapbook? Really?

- Let me go back there with a warrant.
- OK.

This is the last time we ever
have this conversation.

We have a list of suspects with a history
of violence and mental illness,

and if we don't make an arrest
this week,

everyone in that room gets replaced.

This... clippings and ex-girlfriends,
this is gossip.

This isn't even a fingerprint
or anything even approaching proof.

It's a waste of time, and you are not
going to pursue it any further.

Do you trust Mitchell?

If Mitchell told me the sky was blue,
I'd have to go outside to check.

He says I'm a vampire.

Like the story by Byron.

Those wretches who tormented me,
they said so too.

It's... bewildering, isn't it?

That woman who came to the house...

I could hear her blood throb
and pound through her veins...

...yet I don't hear that with you
or George or the girl or...

Why is that?

Look...

Whatever you are...
it doesn't have to define you.

Take it from me.

Define me?

I'm... I'm hunger.

That is what defines me.

Hunger is the length and breadth
of me now.

That will pass.

But... how?

I... I... I...

These images in here are really
dark, dark desires and...

I can't sleep.

If I am the victim of a conspiracy
to drive me mad, I confess it is working.

Listen to me.

Hang onto that.

You are not going mad.

But any other reaction in this house
would be insane.

Don't let this become comfortable.

Stay separate, stay... appalled.

I...

I showed her the journal.

The policewoman?

She found it mightily interesting.

Was that the wrong thing to do?

Fiat justitia ruat caelum, Nina.

Let justice be done
though the heavens fall.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes, hello?

Oh. Oh, Nina! Nina!

Do you think he needs to go to hospital?

I will have to clean it out,
but it doesn't look too deep.

See? Told you.

But you really should have got it
dressed earlier. Could be infected.

See? I told you.

Look, George, why don't you take Tom
and get me some hot water

and basically anything that's,
you know, in another room?

Yeah, gotcha.
Come on, let's get some hot water.

What's all this?

Oh! Annie has started fighting crime.

It's only a matter of time, really.

Any news on the baby?

Um... no.

You're showing.

It's just my jumper.

How did you get this?

Vampires.

Got us this morning.

Payback for the dog fight.

I killed two.

Tom killed two.

I'm surprised they haven't gone
for you and George yet.

Maybe, um...

maybe they don't know where we are.

Oh, trust me, they know.

Me and Tom have lived under
the radar for years. They still found us.

You must be off limits.

Probably because you've got their
poster boy looking after you.

Something's changed.

No. No, I mean, it's just, well,
the past few weeks have been...

...well, pretty routine, actually.

I mean here.

Something's different.

I mean, you're what? 19? 20?

You shouldn't be killing vampires
from a shitty campervan.

You... You should have chlamydia
and a 24-hour hangover,

because, trust me, Tom,
you will look back,

and they will be
the best years of your life.

We don't have a choice.

Yeah, you do.

You could stay here.

- McNair would never agree to that.
- Please screw bloody McNair!

You people really do swear a lot,
don't you?

It's just an observation.

McNair says it suggests
a limited vocabulary.

Oh, does he? Well, actually,
I can speak six different languages,

so McNair can just...

piss off.

Here you go.

You know, I thought we'd stay
for a while.

Really?

The leg is pretty painful, to be honest,
and you said I should rest it.

Suppose so.

See? Doctor's orders.

You do know it's a full moon tonight.

I was thinking maybe I could
use your basement?

It's probably not a good idea
to run round the forest in this state.

Nina uses that, so...

No, not so far.

All right with you, Tom?
It's just for a few days.

You could probably watch
some cartoons.

Maybe George will take you for a pint.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Yeah, all right.

Well, that's settled, then.

And thank you for this.
Much appreciated.

I know what's happening here.

I know why he's got the scrapbook.

He was telling me about it
this morning.

He said that
if there's a big crime or something,

the vampires took care of it
themselves.

That must be what he's doing.

Oh, God! He's...

He's investigating this too.

He knows it was Daisy and he wants
to bring her to justice, just like we do.

Phew! Thank God we cleared that up!

Now, Nancy, we need to stay focussed.

Never mind what shouty man says.
Mitchell can lead us to Daisy.

And I know he's worried
about the repercussions, but...

there's something bigger
at stake here.

Whoever did this, someone's child,

someone's...

someone's lover.

We can't think about that.

There has to be justice,
whatever the cost.

John Mitchell... I'm coming to get you.

Yes! Sort of.

Now I'm talking to myself.

No, you're not Nancy, it's fine,
you're not, really.

# Go tell the midnight rider

# Go tell the long-tongue liar

# Tell the rambler, the gambler
Back-biter

# Tell 'em that God's gonna
cut 'em down

# Tell 'em that God's gonna
cut 'em down

# Well, my goodness gracious
Let me tell you the news

#My head's been wet
from the midnight dew

#I've been down on a bended knee

# Talkin'to the man from Galilee

#He spoke to me
in a voice so sweet... #

- All right?
- Yeah, I forgot to mention.

- We've got guests.
- #... My heart stood still

- # When he said, "Go do My will!" #
- That's five.

- # Tell that midnight rider... #
- What?

- #... Go tell the long-tongue liar... #
- That's fine.

#... Tell the rambler, the gambler

- #Back-biter... #
- Hi.

#... Tell 'em that God's gonna
cut 'em down... #

- What?
- Where are you going?

- Upstairs. Why?
- Nothing. Good.

There's someone...

Just make sure you don't
go anywhere, OK?

#... Long time
Run on for a long time

#Sooner or later God'll cut you down

#Sooner or later
God'll cut you down. #

OK, listen. It's a full moon tonight.

And downstairs there's standing room
only for bloody like us,

so are you gonna tell me
how you did it?

How did you survive
that werewolf attack, Herrick?

You just keep asking me this,
cos these are riddles.

I haven't got time for this.

The old Herrick knows the answers,
so we need to find him now.

Oh, I know you're in there.

You old bastard! I can see you
sniggering behind his eyes.

- I know you can hear me.
- Just stop this! Just stop this!

I don't know what it is
you want from me.

There's only one way
to bring you back.

But I won't do that.

Not yet.

Get some rest.

See you later.

I know who killed
the Box Tunnel 20. Mitchell told me.

- He told you?
- You're kidding!

Daisy Hannigan Spiteri... something.

What? Sh...

Sorry, who?

She confessed to Mitchell,
more or less.

But it's a bit complicated,
cos she's a vampire,

so Mitchell says that we have to,
you know, tread carefully.

Was there any proof?

What d'you mean?

Well, you know, what with
that policewoman sniffing around,

you know what they're like,
they find stuff.

Yes. Well, no, yes.

There was a scrapbook with clippings
of the murders in it.

And... and how did he explain that?

Well, he has been investigating
the case too.

- The murders?
- Yeah.

Apparently that's what vampires do
if one of them goes bad.

Or badder.

Yeah, so he's looking for Daisy. He's
just trying to... gather all the clues.

So he didn't do it?
I mean, really didn't?

No.

Oh, my God! Nina!

No.

Daisy.

Do you know her?

Um... Well, yeah, kind of.

Her and her husband attacked me
and Mitchell a few months ago,

but it does... it does kind of
make sense - she was pretty wild.

She's, um... she's very determined

and tenacious.

Surprisingly strong.

Nimble.

You do know you're saying all this
out loud, don't you?

Well, this is it.

Nancy is on her way here.

We are going to crack this
and we are going to throw a book at Daisy.

Hi, John. Just wondering
if we could have another little chat.

So...

...here we are again.

Yeah, suddenly got the urge.

It's funny, that.

John, why do you have a scrapbook full
of clippings about the Box Tunnel 20

if you have no connection
to the crime?

I don't know what you mean.

Tell her that you're investigating
the case too. We could all work together.

It wasn't mine.

It's complicated.

There was this guy, Graham.
He put it all together.

He thought it was the kind of thing
I'd be impressed by.

I thought it was gross.

Graham? Why didn't you just say?

Anyway, it doesn't matter now.
I burnt the bloody thing.

OK, I want to talk to you about
Daisy Hannigan Spiteri.

Did you have any luck finding her?

No, but then she did die in 1941.

How are you finding Wales,
by the way?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's good.

- Hmm.
- Are you from Cardiff yourself?

Why have you given me the name
of someone who died 70 years ago?

It's the name she gave me.

It's probably made up.
She was a total fantasist.

Even the things she said
about the murder.

She was always coming out
with stuff like that.

People she'd met, things she'd done.

Mitchell, what are you saying?

So now you think she didn't have
anything to do with the murders?

It's pretty unlikely, yeah.

John, I know you're dicking me about.

D'you wanna know how I know?

Yeah.

Yeah, this should be good.

It's all pretty basic.

The muscles around your eyes
don't move when you smile.

Generally your body language
is limited and stiff,

the lack of direct statements,
lots of "probably"s and "I think"s.

Plus there's the willingness
to change the subject,

even though I just said a friend
of yours died in World War II.

Last thing.

I'd like to speak
to Nina's Uncle Billy again.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I don't bite.

Sure!

Why not?

I'll just make sure he's presentable.

Hey, it's OK.

It's OK, it's all right.
I'm not going to hurt you again.

I swear.

That policewoman's back.

She wants to talk to you.

I cannot be trusted.

The first time we met,
we were soldiers.

You know war's real.

It's a different planet.

Men have to do things
that they'd never dream of.

Things that seem terrible,

heretical.

But in a war...

...these things can be heroic.

Selfless. They can save lives.

But we're not at war.

Oh, we are.

It's a secret war, but yes, we are.

And sometimes we'll be asked
to do things

that seem to be bad, but they're not.

And this is very important.

They're not bad. They're brave.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Mitchell, I implore you.

Keep that woman away from me.

It's not being a coward
and it's not failing.

It's being brave enough
to let nature take its course.

Mitchell, what are you doing?

What am I doing?

What the hell do you think you're
doing bringing that woman back here?

She thinks you're the murderer.

For God's sake,
just give her bloody Daisy!

What bit of this don't you understand?
I give her Daisy and everything ends.

You get arrested
and everything ends anyway.

I won't allow that to happen.

What's that supposed to mean?

I told you.
I'll deal with this, all right?

Nancy.
- Hi!

Listen, are you here to talk
to Mitchell again?

It's just that... The thing is...

Here's the thing.

I was the one that reported him
to the helpline.

Why did you do that, Nina?

I got the wrong end of the stick
about something,

but now I've had time to reconsider

and I really don't think
he had anything to do with it.

So what changed your mind?

Has he spoken to you about
someone called Daisy?

- Daisy Hannigan Spiteri?
- Yeah!

I've been thinking about it
and I think she might know something.

Nina, maybe you can help me out here.

Why has John, and now you,
given me the name of someone

who died before the cocking Coronation?

Something's going on in this house.

The people in it think that they can
lie to me, and I don't like that.

He's waiting for you.

Helped myself to a glass of water.
Hope you don't mind.

Nope.

Hi, Billy.

I wanted to ask you a few more questions.

I'll leave you to it.

I wanted to talk to you about John.

If that's OK.

I think he's...

...giving you some...

very big secrets to look after.

And I don't think that's fair.

Billy, I want you
to take a step back.

OK? I want this to be a nice chat,
like we had before.

Hang on a sec, it's a bit dark in here.

You know, you should probably
provide lights and heating and stuff.

Billy? He likes to keep it all zen
and shit.

He won't even let me hook up a VCR.

D'you know what?
Can we do this another time?

I think Billy's pretty tired
and when he gets tired, he just...

So just give us a bit of a heads up
next time, yeah?

Yeah, um... John,
John, there are still questions...

Oh, Jesus, I think I can hear Billy.

- Look, I gotta run.
- But...

I'll speak to you really soon, OK?
See you around.

Softly, softly!

Hungry Like The Wolf)

#Dark in the city, night is a wire

#Steam in the subway, earth is afire

#Do do do-do do do-do do do-do
do do-do do do

# Woman you want me
give me a sign

#And catch my breathing
even closer behind

#Do do do-do do do-do do do-do
do do-do do do

#In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you

#Smell like I sound
I'm lost in a crowd

#And I'm hungry like the wolf

#Straddle the line
in discord and rhyme

#I'm on the hunt, I'm after you

#Mouth is alive with juices like wine

#And I'm hungry like the wolf

#Stalked in the forest
too close to hide

#I'll be upon you
by the moonlight side

#Do do do-do do do-do do do-do
do do-do do do

#High blood drumming
on your skin it's so tight

# You feel my heat
I'm just a moment behind

#Do do do-do do do-do do do-do
do do-do do do

#In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt, I'm after you

#Scent and a sound
I'm lost and I'm found

#And I'm hungry like the wolf

#Strut on a line... #

My God, is that it?
Is that the actual carriage?

Hey, Cooper.

What's so urgent
it couldn't wait until tomorrow?

I just wanted to talk to you in private
before we take this upstairs.

- I got the results on those prints.
- Ooh! What prints?

I've been doing this job for 16 years
and I've never seen anything like this.

Come on.

So, the guy you got these prints from,
John Mitchell, isn't it?

Whoa! Whoa! How did you get those?

Tell me he's about 85 or something.

- Mid 20s?
- Then I don't know what is going on.

Basically, I've got this contact in
Forensics.

I wanted this done under the radar.

And he's found a match.
In fact, he found two matches.

- You're kidding.
- But this is where it gets weird.

Look, Nancy, I think we should go.

So, match one, Sheffield, Sally Fenza.

Severe head trauma,
body found by her flatmate.

- Jesus! He's done this before?
- Check the date.

We really shouldn't be here.
24th December...

1960?

He used to be a very, very different
person.

There's no way whoever did this could
have the same prints as my guy?

- Impossible.
- Shit!

Hang on. You said there were
two matches for the prints.

What was the second?

Box Tunnel massacre.

Say that again.

Prints from your suspect were found
in the carriage of the Box Tunnel 20.

No, that's not true.

And they're everywhere.

They were in blood too,
meaning they were post mortem.

Nancy, somehow your guy is... the guy.

No, there must be a mistake.

There must be.

Oh, my God! This is it!
We've got him.

Not on this alone.

If the defence lawyer gets hold
of the 1960s evidence,

it'll cast enough doubt to make
the Box Tunnel prints invisible.

So you're going to need something else.

What other evidence have you got?

He's got... He had a scrapbook
full of clippings from the murders,

plus he was based in Bristol but fell off
the radar literally the day after.

Mitchell! No!

I suppose the concern is
you'll find something else.

What do you mean?

Hello?

Tom?

McNair?

Nina!

It's me. Do you want anything?

Prophecy, my arse.

Frankly, Mitchell couldn't have done
more to implicate himself

if he'd left a confession and diagrams.

The work we've had to do
covering this up, I swear.

Apparently he found out

his girlfriend was some nutty,
vampire-killing Christian.

That's what finally pushed him
over the edge.

Mitchell was never really a team player,
but arresting him...

Sorry, we can't let that happen.
We like our privacy too much.

Don't get me wrong. You're good.

Tenacious, uncompromising.
Qualities we really like.

That and generally being a shit.

Shit!

Jonathan Cooper, I'm arresting you
for assaulting a police officer

and perverting the course of justice.

You're not really getting this, are you?

We can't be arrested.

What are you? The bastard Masons?

Hey, Casper!

You still here?

Looks like your friend left you.

Yeah, what friend?

You had a ghost following you around.

Probably something to do with Mitchell.

He always kept very odd company.

Mad as a badger.

Don't worry.
This isn't how you're going to die.

I just need to make you
a little more receptive.

I'm gonna give you a gift.

You've been head-hunted, Nancy,
for an exciting new opportunity.

Think of it as evolutionary promotion.

She's not interested.

Long as I live...

...I'll never forget that scent.

You remember me.

I assume that you are the victim

of another barbarity
I'm supposed to have committed.

Another barbarity?

Fucking Southerners!

Let's see if this jogs your memory.

You walked unharmed
from a plane crash.

Only now, I don't know
what to do with you.

Ring any bells?

Now, I must warn you,
Mitchell is very keen on keeping me alive.

You so much as lay a finger on me,

and I shall scream until the windows
shake in their frames.

That's the plan.

He hears you, he runs up here...

...and I get two new teeth.

You see, I'd hate you to think
I'd been idle since we last met.

Meet your family.

I remember every single one of them.

Marco, he was a scrapper.

While this one here...

...Scottish girl.

Very pretty.

Daisy?

Fought like a cat.

And this space here...

...is for you.

Agh!

Whatever his crimes, the man you knew
is not the man before you now.

Vampires don't reform.

Yeah, look at me.

I'm saved.

We thought we could sneak in
before your first appointment.

We really appreciate it, Hayley.

Have you had any pains or bleeding?

Er... No, no,
it's just for peace of mind, really.

You've got twigs and stuff in your hair.

Oh, God! Oh!
We... we went camping last night.

Yeah, that's the other thing.

I always get really worried after
we've... gone camping.

You know, the cold and stuff.

So don't go camping.

George... makes me.

George!

So, anyway, while we're here,

it would be good to see
if there's anything abnormal or...

Like what? A tail?!

No, no, no!

Yeah, yeah.

Shit! How many weeks are you?

Um... Eight weeks.

And how long have you two
been together?

- A year?
- Year, yeah.

Thank God! I could see this getting
very Jeremy Kyle.

You must have got the dates wrong,
cos there's no way you're eight weeks.

Really?

More like 16.

Either that
or you're giving birth to a giant!

Which, let's be honest,
is pretty unlikely.

But it does mean we've missed out
on a whole load of checks and stuff,

so we've got some catching up to do.

- OK?
- OK.

Yeah.

He became a monster.

He became a monster
and attacked me.

This is DC Nancy Reid.
I'm outside 8 Coastview Road, Barry.

I'm attempting to arrest John Mitchell

in connection with
the Box Tunnel 20 murders

but have reason to believe
he is armed. Please assist.

I know.

What?

Annie, I haven't got time for this.
There's been an accident.

You know what?

How did you find out?

Nancy.

And a vampire.

Does that matter?

Was Daisy even involved?

Yeah, but it was my idea.

Thank you.

That's probably the first honest thing
you've said to me in months.

You let me love you.

There was this... cancer between us,

- and you let me fall in love with you.
- Because I love you.

Oh!

Cos you love me.

Do you have any idea
how inadequate that sounds?

And I killed a vampire.

I've never even so much
as swatted a fly...

...and I've rammed a stake into his back.

It spreads, Mitchell.

What you've done,
it's contaminated us all.

I'm sorry. Oh, God, Annie,
I'm so sorry!

You turn yourself in.

Give those families that comfort.

I can't, Annie.

I can't do that.

You helped us with Sasha and Adam,

and you saved McNair and Tom, so...

so I know that there's still good in you.

I know that the man I love
is still in there.

Everything will be torn apart.

The entire world.

They can't know. They can't.

That's why I've decided
I'm going to stay with you.

No, no, no, no, no.

OK. You needn't be frightened,
Mitchell.

Whatever they do to you,
wherever they take you,

I'll be with you
and you won't be alone.

Oh, it's not about fear or punishment.
Jesus Christ!

I want to be punished,
but it can't happen like this.

Mitchell, they were people's children.

And you and Daisy...

This has to stop, Mitchell, please,
and this is how.

Armed police! Open the door!

Annie, you need to get me out of here.
You need to help me, Annie.

I asked you what you
would do if it was me

and what you'd want for my killer, please.

If they arrest me,
I'm going to have to kill them all.

- No, I don't think you will.
- Open the door!

- I think you want the killing to stop.
- Oh, why won't you understand?

We can't be arrested.

Mitchell, please, if you love me...

...if you have ever loved me,
then you will do this.

No!

Armed police!

Contact! Contact!
He's heading for the kitchen.

Get down! Get down!

You get one chance. Let me go
or I kill everybody in this room.

Put the bottle down! Put it down! Drop it!

Let this happen.

For me.

Please, Mitchell.

Please, no more killing.

Get on your knees!
Get on your knees now!

John Mitchell, I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

You've no idea what you've done.

Nice work.

Oh, shit! Has anyone checked the attic?

Billy? Get your coat, love,
you've pulled.

Here he is.

All right, all right!

- Name?
- Please don't do this.

- Name, sir.
- Fuck you, listen to me!

Date of birth, Mr Fuck You?

You have to let me go.
You're not ready, none of you are.

Date of birth.

July 29th 1893,
but please, please let me go.

It can't happen like this, not here,
not in Wales.

Where's DC Reid? This is her collar.

History Repeating)

# The word is about
There's something evolving

# Whatever may come
The world keeps revolving

# They say the next big thing is here

# That the revolution's near

#But to me it seems quite clear

# That it's all just a little bit
of history repeating

# The newspapers shout
a new style is growing

#But it don't know
if it's coming or going

# There is fashion, there is fad

#Some is good, some is bad

#And the joke is rather sad... #

We both know this baby was conceived
eight weeks ago,

so why the hell is it growing so fast?

Wolf gestations are a lot shorter
than human's.

Says who?

- Wikipedia.
- Mm.

So maybe werewolves are the same too.

Maybe you'll just have
a shorter pregnancy.

Yeah, or maybe I'll just keep,
you know, growing and growing until I...

What the hell?

They've come for Mitchell.

What? Why?

Oh, God, George, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

What are you talking about?

I reported him.

I gave his name to them
about the Box Tunnel 20.

You don't understand.

I found this in his scrapbook
that Annie was talking about.

It was before we knew about Daisy.

If they've arrested him,
they will take his photo.

They'll...

Why? Why didn't you say something?

Because I knew you would take his side.

I knew you'd try to cover for him.

Have you any, any idea what you've done?!

The danger you've now put us all in?

Where are you going?

The police station.
I've got to get him out of there.

- I'm coming with you.
- No, you stay there!

You are not going anywhere near him.

Fuck it!

Agh! Agh!

I don't know what's going on
back at the house.

They're all playing silly buggers
and not answering their radios.

Right, then, Gloria O'Swanson,
time for your close-up.

Hello?

I live here. Is...

Anyone there?

You don't know what you're doing.

Come on.

- It can't happen like this.
- Sit still. Stay still.

I have something of a dilemma, Nina.
Perhaps you could help me.

Christ, you made me jump.

Look, what the hell happened here?

And why are you wearing that?

See, the thing is, your boyfriend tore me,
literally, limb from limb.

Now, aside from anything else,

have you ever heard of anything
so... undignified?

Stay still.

Drop his legs.

- No, please. Please don't do this. No!
- Stay still.

But the pain...

...was incredible.

And I remember every moment,

so now, not unreasonably
I think you'll agree...

...I want him to suffer.

But not for moments.

For days, weeks...

...months.

And the best way of doing that...

is, um... is to kill you.

Now, here's my dilemma.

You were kind to me.

Everyone else in the house
wanted me dead except you.

It's a knotty one, isn't it?

No.

You're right. My quarrel is not with you.

Then people would say I was going soft.

Stay still.

Take the picture.

Andy, take the picture.

- Do it!
- Andy, just take the bloody picture!

Take the picture.

Oh, God!

This wasn't a game. This is revenge.