"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 detente... 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 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." "All right?" "Yeah, I forgot to mention." "We've got guests." "That's five." "What?" "That's fine." "Hi." "What?" "Where are you going?" "Upstairs." "Why?" "Nothing." "Good." "There's someone..." "Just make sure you don't go anywhere, OK?" "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 do 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." "Do you want to 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." "Do 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!" "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?" "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." "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 humans'." "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!" "Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd" "Email subtitling@bbc.co.uk"