The Enfield Haunting (2015): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Janet... What?

I'm not doing ANYTHING.

I'm a colleague of yours at the SPR.

So you're here to close me down? I'm
not looking to make friends, Morris.

Don't leave me alone with it.
I won't.

How could you not mention that your
daughter was called Janet?

Janet!

Richard would like something a
little less pink, if possible.

The whole thing's overdone for his
sake. I know.

And do you know how I know? Because
it's the same every Sunday.

Ooh!



Help!

Help!!

Don't make a fuss. It's nothing!

How?

I'm dead, Morris.

You know that. Don't make a fuss.

Morris!

It's the phone! It's happened again!

Hello?

Guy.

What?!

This is it, this is, er... This must
be just after Morris left.

No, don't do that! This is the bit
we want to see. I didn't do anything.

Well, where's it gone?!
It looks like the tape's degraded.



Well can't you regrade it or
something? I can give it a go.

Looks horrible, don't it, Billy?
So is your face! Yeah.

Is it going to be all right?
It'll be fine.

Your grandma used to get it every
time she sneezed.

This is a real, this thing. It's as
real as you or I. And it's powerful.

Lifted me off my feet and flung me
across the room.

We need to get Janet away
somewhere safe.

I think we need to keep her here,
don't we?

We need to find out what's
going on.

You asked me to entrust Janet to
your care and she nearly died.

It's not something I'm prepared to
debate.

Supposed to get rid of IT, not
me. I will.

And I promise this is... just to
keep you safe until then.

We're happy to help, we don't get
you sleeping over often enough.

I always say, we wasn't blessed with
children

but we was blessed with nieces
and nephews.

We're happy to have her, any of
them, any time, ain't we, Sylv?

Yeah.

I like these.
Precious, aren't they.

It's weird. I can see the
information's there,

I just can't get at it.

Well...

I was listening to the sound...

..and then I heard this.

What?

Can't you hear it? It's as clear as
day.

My name. He says my name!

Look, old chap. We've had such a lot
of funny things in this house, it's

quite possible we've become deaf to
it. Well, what does it mean if...

Maybe it means you should lay off
the wacky baccy for a bit.

I'm not sure it's such a good mix
with this sort of thing.

Can I stick a picture on the wall?
Um...

Right, yes, here it is.

Gustave Buchmeyer was...

..able to attach himself to a
poltergeist with a blood ritual.

No, that's bunk. Not even the
Catholic Church

gave him any credence.

Well, I'd think it's at least worth
a go.

I love you.

Uh...

Come on.

Come on!

It's the poltergeist, it's come with
me!

Well, don't you want to be here?
Yeah!

You know they're not
bright, so why should...

.. the door open? Another thing
broken...

She's 11 years old. Trouble
is...

Can I help?

She was like this when her dad left.

Hey.

Don't tell Sylvie.

Thanks, Maurice.

You can't poltergeist-proof a whole
house.

I'll do my best.

Get the whole SPR in. Professor
Beloff himself.

Good luck with that.

Why not?

Maurice, you seem to think that the,
er,

Society for Psychical Research is
made up of people like you and me.

You know, interested believers. But,
er, where are they then?

The SPR exists to pooh-pooh this
sort of stuff.

Well, they can't dismiss this. We
have evidence.

What evidence? We have hearsay.

We have my good name, we have some
inconclusive photographs

and damaged recordings. No.

No, the next step, I think,

is a medium.

Charlatans.

Says who?

What have you done with it?
What?

My ten pence piece.

You have to forgive me, Maurice, but
in my experience, which is

not inconsiderable, they have been
very, very helpful.

Haven't touched it. Was probably the
poltergeist.

Can they do that? Yes, they have
been known to dematerialise things.

It's a bunch of crooks exploiting

the vulnerable and the
broken-hearted.

There are people here who come
highly-recommended

by colleagues in Brazil.

Can mediums talk to the poltergeist?

Yes. That's the point.

They're fakers.

The lot of them.

Well, if they're fakers, what harm's
it going to do?

Now, it's quite possible that some
entity

will come through me

and might be a bit obstreperous.

But don't worry,

Alan knows how to deal with them.

Dear God,

we pray that you bless this house

and remove and enlighten any
trouble-making entities.

There's no need to be frightened.

Nobody will get hurt.

Be a nice change.

Now!

Can you see me?

Go away!

Ha-ha-ha-ha!
The time has come to stop it.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!
You are a child of God.

Look into this

and see what you can become.

It's hurting.

It's really hurting.

Ah!

It's a secret.

Sit in a corner, little bitch.

Touch it.

TOUCH IT.

No!

N-no!

No, no...

I don't want to.

Please, please!

Lindy... Lindy!

Piss off!

Stop! This is monstrous.

There you are, old man.

Who are you?

What do you want?

Wotsits.

Why have you come here?

Give me back my ten pence piece!

What's he done with my ten pence
piece?

Come here and I'll give you tenpence.

Was it more than one entity?

Did you get a sense of who any of
them were?

One thing I have clear.

This is not something you should
communicate with.

And did any of the things that came
out of Mrs Crane's mouth,

did they mean anything to you, the
playground chants or...?

This is a house of death.

For you.

Right.

You're not well.

He's got angina.

All right, Janet. Thank you.

Broken-hearted.

You're grieving your daughter.

Janet.

I'm not his daughter.

Er, Janet was my daughter's name.

Was?

Oh, Mr Grosse.

You want to make contact with her.

But this... This is not the place.

I felt it draw strength as we went
on.

I'm sorry.

This was a mistake.

Indeed.

In this house?

Her presence is stronger here.

She's been cheating on you. Has your
spirit guide told you that?

What are you talking about, Maurice?
Lindy and Alan Crane.

Please, please don't tell me you
haven't seen them. What?

Are they mediums or...?

Well, doubtless your friend here has
filled them in on our misery.

It's a real gift, Mr Grosse.

Well, it is for him, yes.

What are you walking out with this
time, eh? Come on, come on.

I bought this for her on her 18th
birthday.

Get out of this house, please.

Get out.

What happened?

I've been made a fool of, that's
what's happened.

Oh, hello. Sorry to disturb you.

I'm Guy Playfair, I'm working with
Morris.

Mr Playfair!

I feel I know you already. I'm
halfway through your book!

How do you do? I'm Betty.

How do you do? Morris, old chum,

I brought your specs cos I wasn't
sure you could manage without them.

I've been thinking about this
knocking.

And the more I think about it, the
more I think that it's, er...

It's not just noise or mischief.

Er, but that it's trying to
communicate with us and so

- oh, thank you - I think we ought
to be asking it questions.

One knock for "yes",

two for "no" type thing and see
where that gets us.

Well, Lindy Crane has told us we
should

absolutely not try and make contact.

I don't want to do anything

that puts Janet in danger.
Well, Lindy was rattled.

She'd had a very frightening
experience.

I don't think we should set too much
stock by her forebodings.

They're your people. You got them
in.

Why do you want to fly in the face
of their advice now?

I didn't think you were taking this
"house of death"

stuff too seriously but, er,

I certainly understand if you don't
want to be there.

Guy, you must promise me.

You will not try and make contact
when I'm not there.

Guy...

Oh,
thank you. Oh, lovely.

I've laid for three.

Oh, that's very kind of you, but I
ought to be going.

Oh, please. There's so much I want
to ask you.

That night,

3am.

Phone rang.

Our son, Richard,

telling us that she was in a coma.

We had to hurry.

And then

my sister, Miriam, she's got this
clock,

which hasn't worked for years.

Why she keeps it only God knows.

Erm, anyway, it started working
right after...

..right after Janet's accident

it started working again until

4.20.

4.20 was the time of Janet's death.

Oh, tell him about the day of the
funeral.

Oh, he doesn't want to know about
this. I do.

I do.

Well, August the 7th was the
funeral.

The night before we had this very
strong feeling that she

was trying to communicate with us.

Er, it was a drought of course.

I thought she was going to send
a sign, a shower of rain.

August the 7th, another sweltering
day,

not a cloud in the sky. I opened the
curtains.

And on the flat roof, just below
where Janet's bedroom is

was soaking wet. Soaking wet.

I can almost hear her saying, "There
you go, old man."

Marilyn, that's our other daughter,
she took that in the spring.

Oh, gosh.

Maurice says it's just a flare,
but...

..we don't know, do we?

No.

No, we don't know.

I know she's here. Around.

Somewhere.

But I don't know she's all right.

Not the night you wished for.

No, it was delightful.

You've got a wonderful woman there.

And I'm glad we've had a chance to
agree our next step.

Er, Guy...

We both want to make contact,
don't we,

old man?

Is this what you're looking for?

Where'd you get that?

Bedroom floor.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Whoa... Do you think it's been on
the other side?

Is someone there?

It's just the poltergeist, Mr
Playfair.

Do you have something you want to
say to us?

What's going on?

How about I ask you questions and
you give one knock for "no",

two knocks for "yes"?

Er, how about I ask you a question?

What happened to not making contact?

I think we're past that point, Mrs
Hodgson. It is making contact.

We just haven't worked out how to
understand what it's saying.

It's a bit like you and Billy, you
know,

he gets frustrated when you're not
there to translate for him,

and I think that's what we've got
with this poltergeist.

Aren't I right, Maurice?

Ain't that just like it?

It's gone quiet.

One knock for "no". Two for "yes."

Do you understand?

That's not getting us very far, is
it?

Janet. You try asking
questions.

All right?

What's your favourite colour?

No, no, no, Janet. It's got to be a
"yes" or "no" question.

Is red your favourite colour?

Janet, I'll tell you what to ask.

Ask if it's dead.

Are you dead?

I don't want to do it no more.

Janet, Janet.

This is important.

Did you die in this house?

Did you die in this house?

Where?

In that chair?

Oh, Mr Grosse is sitting in the chair
he died in!

Well, he doesn't want it now.

Argh!

Mr Grosse! You all right? It's all
right.

I'm fine, fine. Sure? Thank you.

Are you here for someone in
particular?

Are you here for someone in
particular?

Are you here for me?

Are you here for me?

I don't like it.

Ask it if there's a message for me.

Do you have a message for Mr
Grosse?

Are you playing with us?

What, so you can knock, you can
break things,

so why can't you speak?

Come on!

Speak!

Now you've got me!

Janet, stop it!

Make you wish you'd never been born!

What's happening?

You said you had a message for me?

What is it?

Fuck off.

Did you die in that chair?

I'm not dead.

I'm right here.

What's your name?

My name is Joe.

Argh! Oh!

Green...

Green Street, 384...

Gotcha.

I have news!

But better than that, I have Bunty!

It's one of the ones you like, isn't
it?

Betty.

Hello.

Hello.

I should tell you off, Mr Grosse.
You should have left me know.

I'd have smartened up. Oh, no.

I wouldn't have wanted you to
go to any trouble.

It's hard enough keeping everything
straight with children at home,

let alone a poltergeist.

Is Bunty for me?

Er, yeah. Well, it's for all of you.

Here. Thank you.

Thank you ever so for the cake. It's
lovely.

Oh, do you know?

I was quite nervous because I
thought, "I don't want it to be

"another thing for the poltergeist
to throw!"

We try not to say things like that,
it gives it ideas.

Yeah.

Like, this voice didn't come till Mr
Grosse told it to.

Oh.

Is that so?

Mm-mm-k-k...

Not right now, Billy.

Do you have another son, Mrs
Hodgson?

Johnny.

He's at residential school.

Yes, well I...

I really wanted four myself, but...

And lost two.

Is there someone there?

Stuck-up cow, that's who.

I had a daughter...

..named Janet.

I know.

What's the news, Maurice?

Sour old bitch.

Would anybody like another slice of
cake?

Ooh, I would actually. I'll make
some fresh tea.

I'll put the kettle on.

Thank you for how you were with
Janet and with all of them.

I wish you'd discuss it with me,
it's a bit of a powder keg in

there at the moment and they don't
need any more surprises

and neither do you.

Am I so dreadful, Maurice?

Am I so dreadful that that's what
you run away to, that frowzy woman?

And that foul mouthed little brat,

she can hardly believe what she's
getting away with.

Janet spoke to me.

Our Janet.

He may be a charlatan
but at least I know

when I'm being hoodwinked.

Come home. I can't.

54.

Tony Watson? Who wants to know?

Right, I'm trying to
track down the Tony Watson that grew

up in 384 Green Street.

He did die at that house.

1961.

Brain haemorrhage.

Nobody knew till they saw
the flies against the window.

That's how popular he was.

I don't think it's the same chair,
mate.

Not unless someone gave it
a good shampoo.

Can you think of any reason why your
dad's spirit might still be there?

I was wondering if perhaps
he had a message for you

or if your presence there
would somehow help him move on.

Green Street?

Never been back.

And if that's where he is now it's
the last place I want to be.

About your sister.

She had it worst.

Would she be willing to help us,
do you think?

She'd do anything for anyone Jenny.

She got knocked over by a bus
when she was 12. One for one.

Driver said she just stepped out in
front of him.

I couldn't blame her.

There's a family there now,
an 11-year-old girl.

No chance.

I could make it worth your while.

No, mate, you couldn't.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Janet?

Yes.

My baby.

Oh, my baby.

Oh, my baby.

Janet.

Oh, don't cry, my darling.

Don't cry. I'm here,

I'm right here.

Janet.

Where are you, where are you?

What you did yesterday was
very cruel.

You rang my home and made my wife

believe that it was our daughter
Janet.

Did I?

Where's your 10 pence?

Poltergeist took it again.

Look, Janet, I know you're unhappy
that we've produced this voice.

You.

I produced this voice.
But it's a huge step forward.

We have a name now. We do?

I'm warning you, Janet.

Why can't you be on my side?

We're all on your side.

There was once this woman
called Maria, right?

And she had three children by a man
who'd been and gone.

But there was another man
who liked her,

only he wouldn't marry her
cos of her children.

So, one night, she took them
down to the river

and she drowned all three of them.

One after the other.

So she could be with the man she
loved.

He still didn't want her
and she couldn't bear it.

So she drowned herself.

She wasn't allowed into heaven
without her three children.

So now she walks the Earth for
eternity,

looking for her children.

And that's the crying you can
hear at night.

Joe Watson lived and died in this
house.

What else he did here...

He was always a kind of father.
The very worst.

We need to get the very best mind
of the SPR in before it's too late.

Maurice, this is a huge breakthrough
but...

It doesn't constitute proof

and Beloff and co won't turn up for
less.

We don't know what we're doing.

I'll go, shall I? No, I'll go.

What's... What's... Come on.

No, don't worry about it. Let me,
let me. It's fine, just let me...

Chapter Four - Visit from the Media.

Chapter Two-The Thermometer's...

You're writing a book? This is
a book, you're writing a book?

It's not a book. It's not a book until
a publisher actually publishes it.

That's why you got
the Crane's in, is it?

That's why you
disregarded their advice.

You're stoking up a story
for your damn book.

That's not true.
That's not true!

That's actually just what old Joe
wants, to set us against each other.

That's a very good idea, write it
down. So what if I'm writing a book?

That's what I do. Shhh.

That case I told you about in Brazil,
the little boy who died, Braulio.

I would have done anything to
change places with him.

He was 13 years old for God's sake.

If I want people to read about this

it's because I want them to know
it's real

so they can join in the fight.

We need people to join in now.

We're failing Guy,

we need the SPR.

So, if you're
the president of the society,

does that mean you're more
important than them?

It doesn't quite work like that.

It's normally hammer
and tongs by now. Don't apologise.

Professor Beloff
and Dr Gregory as used to it, Mrs H.

It's called the observer effect.

Poltergeists are shy,

it's like they want their victims to
be disbelieved.

You never said that when you was a
disbeliever.

Come on, Joe.

Professor Beloff and Dr Gregory are
going to think you're frightened of them.

I think we know who's
frightened.

I smell sex.

Couldn't smell sex
when Mr Grosse's old bitch was here.

But I can see her lips moving.
She's not in control of that.

You've read the laryngologist's
report.

No-one could make
a noise like that for more than

a few minutes without
ruining their normal voice,

let alone an 11-year-old girl.

Joe can go on for hours.

Joe, who was Prime Minister in
1960?

Who was what?
She was asking Joe.

She's just curious, that's all.

Who was Prime Minister in 1960?

Some fucker.

Do you like football, Joe?
Yeah.

1953 FA Cup Final. Who won?

What's cold, thin and stinks of
shit?

Everyone remembers the Matthews
final.

You're girlfriend.

No, please wait, wait. Just wait,
please.

Janet. Bear with me a minute.

Drink that but don't swallow it,
just hold it in your mouth.

She can't breath.

Come on. Come on, Joe. Come on.

Blackpool, bloody Blackpool. 4-3.

I lost a tenner.
Shove that up your arse.

We should set this place up with
thermographic cameras.

What do we know of the real
Joe Watson?

It's Maurice who did the legwork
there.

Where's Janet?

Janet?

Janet? Janet?

Janet? Janet, stop this.

Janet, where are you?

You tosser.

Fucking wanker!

What's your problem, old man?

Stop it.

Please, somebody stop him!

Stop it!

Wear a helmet.

We just had a call from her dad.
She's at his.

She's all right.

I'll go around and fetch her back.
Please, let me, if that's OK.

Maurice Grosse. I'm a friend of...
What's it to you? You old pervert.

Old man like you in a young girls
bedroom. I should get you locked up.

Dad. Inside.

I want to hear what he has to say.

You have every right to
be cross with me.

I was just so desperate to get
the experts on board that

I went too far and I'm very sorry.

So far I've just made things worse
and...

I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm
doing. I'm very sorry.

You said you was here to help
but you're not.

You're just looking for your
daughter.

That's not true actually.

Joe knows.

I am looking for her, for something.

When she was your age, Janet...

Well I was working, you see,

I wanted to get the business onto
a strong footing.

I had three kids to pay for.

I left all the good stuff to
Betty.

I wasn't always there for them
as a dad.

He's your dad but...

I've come to
care for this Janet very much.

You feeling tight in your chest?

Not at the moment, thank you.

Me neither.

It's funny, since the
voice has come, mine's gone away.

Can I take you home?
Your mum's been so worried about you.

Dad says I can't stay anyway.

And that's was before Joe
called Doreen a slut.

Ah, there she is.
The prodigal returns.

Is she going to clock me one?
I'm quite sure she isn't.

Bad news, old chum. We're barred.

Seems our friends Gregory
and Beloff want exclusive access

and Mrs Hodgson's been minded to
give it to them.

I'll have a word with her. No, I've
tried everything.

She says this is
a house of death for you

and she doesn't want
that on her conscience.

I wish to God I'd never invited that
dreadful Crane woman.

It's only important what
happens to me.

She doesn't want to see you,
Maurice.

It's a fresh approach she's after.
I'll tell you what, listen.

You help me cart some of this stuff
back to Earls Court

and I'll pour you a very
good whisky.

Come on.

No, please. No, please,
let me go. Please!

Tell her we want her to come to the
barrack for some tests.

What sort of tests?

I thought you was fed up with
Mr Grosse anyway?

It was him that brought on the
voice. The voice isn't so bad.

At least it means the poltergeist
needs me

and doesn't want to destroy me.

Is that right? I don't
need no-one.

Ah! Ah!

Get it off!

They think she's been doing it to
herself. We should tell them. Ahhh!

It's been a bit of fun that we got
carried away with.

Janet wouldn't do that. She's not
your daughter.

I don't forgive you.