Orcus (2022) Movie Script
(film reeling) (suspenseful whirring)
(ominous music)
(car engine running)
- Holy shit. That was fucking intense.
(car whooshing past)
- What we like back there?
- It looks clear. There's
no sign of the police.
- We fucking did it.
(clanking)
(scare chord)
(haunting music)
(church bells)
- Our father who aren't in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on
earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who
trespass against us
(haunting echo)
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
(creepy music)
(unscrewing bottle lid)
(pouring liquid)
- Frank.
I know it's stressful
looking after churches,
but a bit early for a drink, isn't it?
- Father Edwards?
Well, I barely got a taste,
so it's temperance was never my thing.
It's better than my communion wine.
- Come on, let's get some air.
(Frank groans)
(police sirens)
Thanks for your work on the churches Frank.
You all right?
- All right I suppose.
- You can confide in me. You know.
(fireworks)
- I know.
- It's been 15 years.
Can't keep putting yourself
through this purgatory
Can't change what's happened.
- It's just a boy, John.
- I know,
but you shouldn't blame
yourself for what's happened.
There's nothing you can do about it.
- It's not something you just forget. John,
the things I've seen don't ever leave you.
- You need to come back
to the real world Frank.
- I like it here.
- I can understand that.
You can't just hide away here all the time.
So much good you could
be doing in the world.
- What do you suggest I do John?
I feel like God's abandoned me.
- I know it's difficult, Frank,
but God has a plan for us all.
Even you.
The church and I are here to help you.
- Like they did 15 years
ago like they did with Father
Campbell.
And what about that poised boys family.
- I'm assigning you some
community work Frank.
I want you to do some group
therapy in the town once a week.
You can continue your duties
here at the church for the rest
of the year.
- The end of the year?
Diocese needs to move
with the times, Frank.
There's just not enough people
coming to the church anymore,
not bringing in enough money.
I've managed to persuade
them to keep it open
till the end of the year.
- Thanks.
- I know you won't let me down Frank.
(sombre piano music)
(suspenseful music)
(sharp inhale)
(struggled breathing)
(heavy breathing)
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
- Angela?
(foot steps) (door creaks open)
(suspenseful music)
Angela, you alright?
- Dad.
- What you doing here?
Come on, we'll have to get you home.
You all right? It's freezing
come on sweetheart.
(eerie music)
- [Boxing Referee] Box.
(heavy breathing) (punches thudding)
(shouting)
Pushing! No pushing.
Back.
Yeah.
You ready?
Box.
(punches thudding)
(grunting)
- You're a fucking has-been.
- Break, Break.
(heavy breathing)
You all right son, ya?
Box.
(dean grunting) (landed punch)
Dean, corner, corner, stay there.
One, two.
(dean shouting) (hard punch)
Corner, corner! Stay there!
(dean shouting)
You all right son?
(Dean shouting)
(slapping)
You all right son?
(slapping)
Son wake up.
You all right?
Medic! Medic! Medic!
- You were always a good scrapper Dean,
but you don't do yourself any favours.
- What? Because I've
twatted the little shit.
Come on Mike.
He shouldn't have gobbed off.
If he's gonna fight.
He's gotta learn to fight,
keep his eyes open, his fists
up and his fucking mouth shut.
- You can't keep pulling
illegal moves like that.
No one will fight you if you keep doing it.
- Are we bubble wrapping these kids now.
At least you'll know what to
expect next time I fight him.
- You won't.
Look, I dunno how to tell you this.
- What are you saying?
- They've rushed him to hospital.
Suspected spinal injuries.
Dean, you broke his fucking neck.
They'd be in danger of liability.
Past your best.
- What are you saying?
- They've decommissioned you son.
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
- She's asleep now.
She's gonna be okay.
- What we gonna do Brian?
What she's been up to lately,
it's not normal.
I'm worried.
I'm scared.
She's sleep walking anything
could happen to her out there.
Anything could happen. - Don't worry.
Don't worry. We'll keep an eye.
(sobbing)
She's probably just stressed out the exams.
If it gets worse, we'll call a doctor.
Okay.
Come on we have to be
strong. We have to be strong.
Come on, get through this.
(suspenseful music) (sobbing)
(stomping)
(Angela screaming)
(struggled breathing)
Angela. Angela.
Angela. Angela.
Angela. Can you hear me?
Angela?
- [Debbie] People often
laugh when I tell them
I'm a sex addict,
but it's ruining my life.
When I met my husband, I
thought the urges would stop,
but I can't stop thinking about it.
I slept with three people
behind his back and I'm terrified
I won't be able to stop
myself from cheating again.
I love my husband and
I don't want to hurt him,
but I'm scared he's gonna
leave me if he finds out my
secret.
This is my seventh meeting
and I know I've got a long way to
go, but it helps to know
there's other people like me.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Debbie.
(clapping)
For many people
struggling with an addiction,
the biggest and toughest
step towards recovery is the first
one.
Deciding to make a change.
Recovering from addiction
is a long process and one that
requires time, commitment, and support.
Indeed occurrences of this
nature become more frequent
and many more people
have decided to come forward
and seek support.
We are joined by one of those people today.
Ryan, would you like to
introduce yourself Ryan?
- I wouldn't know what to say.
- That's okay. Just take your time.
Why don't you tell us a
little bit about yourself?
- Okay. I'm Ryan.
I'm 43. I'm single
and I'm a rally driver.
At least I was.
I just finished a season
when I was approached by an
official sponsor to be their
driver in the forthcoming
season.
I signed my contract,
everything was in place.
I had all worked out.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
- It's okay, Ryan.
No one is here to judge you.
Well thank you everybody.
I think it's been a very
productive evening and we'll see
you all again next week.
Ryan, could you just
hang back for five minutes?
- Yeah, okay.
(creepy music)
Mark, Nicole, we'll see
you both again next week.
- Okay.
(chattering)
- How you doing Ryan?
- I'm okay.
- It's not easy standing up
there bearing your soul to
everyone is it?
Is there anything I can do to help?
- Look, father,
I appreciate you playing
the good Samaritan.
I do, but this is my problem.
I don't want to be here
just like everyone else.
And being here does not
get me out of trouble, does it?
- Well if there's
anything I can do to help.
I will.
Look, Ryan, I don't think you're an addict.
I think you've just been
unfortunate to be placed in this
situation.
It's just made worse by
the fact that she is trying to
blackmail me.
If I don't pay her what she wants,
she runs to the police,
cries rape, and that's it.
I'm finished.
I can't afford that.
I never should have
gotten involved with that little
cock teasing bitch.
Sorry father.
- That's okay, I've heard
worse in the priesthood.
Look, what if there was
a way to get this money?
- I don't understand.
- What if there was a way to
get the money to pay this woman
off and maybe compete in
the rally championships again,
would you do it?
- Okay, I'm listening.
- How are you feeling today darling?
- Fine.
Still having bad dreams though.
But last night I slept with trouble
- Angela, I'm worried sick about you.
I've never seen you act this way before.
Your dad thinks it's stress related.
Are you worrying about your exams
or is it anything else?
I- we think you should see your doctor
just to be on the safe side.
- Mom. It's fine.
I'm feeling better honestly, don't worry.
- But I do.
It's a parent's job to
worry. I love you darling.
I'll always be here for your
sweetheart no matter what.
You can always come to
me or your dad if anything's
troubling you.
(fork clanks)
Angela?
(struggled breathing)
Angela?
Angela, oh God!
(Angela screams)
Angela! - Fuck you!
Fucking cunt, get away from me.
Don't touch me.
(Angela grunting)
Fuck off!
(intense music)
(heavy breathing)
(struggled breathing)
Sorry mom.
- It's okay sweetheart. It's okay.
I need to call a doctor now.
- What's happening to me?
- [Midge] So what happened man?
Haven't seen you in ages.
- [Eddie] Fuck up Mitch.
Seriously fucked up.
You know that money I loan off Terry?
Well, I didn't actually I
pissed half of it at the wall
and the other half I put on a bet,
you know that Haringey fight
and thought I might win enough
to pay him off but,
its a fucking joke, I lost a lot mate.
- I knew something was up
like fucking Terry's been looking for you.
- Shit. Is he pissed?
- He wants blood mate.
- Oh fucking hell.
I'm gonna have to stay off his radar.
You've got something here I can take.
You know, keep me head
in the game, you know,
until I get this thing sorted.
You know get this sorted.
- Got just what you need
as long as you can pay.
- Not two just yet.
Fucking life saver.
- Anytime mate.
- Get another round here,
I'll be back in a minute.
- Yeah, it's me.
He's here.
- Let's get the queen some.
(snorting) (coughing)
- [Terri] Hello there Eddie.
- Oh fucks sake.
- You right there Terri mate.
- We've been looking
around town for you Eddie.
- I know I was coming. I
was coming by yours tonight.
There to give you your money.
- [Terri] Don't give me
any of that bullshit Eddie.
I want me money, and I want it fucking now.
- Terry Mate. I've got your money.
I just, I haven't got it on us right now.
If you can leave it a bit later.
I've got some businesses you want.
I can sort you out.
- [Terri] Business?
Don't be such a fucking wanker Eddie?
I want my fucking money.
- Terry Mate. I've got your money.
If you give it some time,
we can sort something out there.
- Shh. I'll tell you what.
(inaudible)
- Please, Terri, please.
(punches thud) (Eddie groans)
- Fuck you.
Fuck off.
(gun cocks)
- Next time I see you Eddie,
you better have my fucking money.
I don't like people wish my time.
Come on boys.
Let's go.
- You all right son?
Do you need any help?
- I'm alright. Thanks mate.
- Can I call for an ambulance?
- No.
- I really think I should.
- No mate.
Not unless you got 10
grand on you that I can have.
Like in your pocket.
I'm not interested in your bloody charity.
Oh, I'm sorry mate.
- I'm sorry, but I don't have
that sort of money on me.
- No I guess I'm fucked.
- Can at least buy you a drink?
- All right you're right.
- When I said I didn't have
the money, I meant not on me.
- What?
- 10,000.
I think we can help each other out.
Let me get you that drink.
- [Eddie] All right all right.
(footsteps fade out)
(ominous music)
- Hello?
- [Kathryn] Hi.
- Can I help?
- Yes.
I don't know who else to turn to.
- Please, please take a seat.
Now,
what seems to be the trouble?
- It's my daughter.
She's, no, this is crazy.
What was I thinking of?
I'm sorry to of taken up your time.
- Please tell me what the problem is.
- It's my daughter, Angela.
There's something very wrong with her.
She's been acting very
strangely over the past month.
She's like another person.
She started sleepwalking.
We find her off down the
street and her behaviour is
strange, erratic, volatile even.
It's so unlike her.
I've never seen her like this before.
She has outbursts of the foulest language.
Words I've never heard her use before.
And she becomes violent and she takes fits.
- Have you not taken her to see a doctor?
- We have called one, but
I know this sounds crazy,
but there's something far
more sinister going on here.
It's like there's
something evil inside her,
a spirit demon.
I don't know what to do father.
- And that's why you've came
here and how do you think I can
help?
- Please just come and
see you do a blessing.
Perform an exorcism or something.
- Out of the question.
The church doesn't sanction
exorcisms and they're very
dangerous.
This would've to be performed
by a specialist and even then
it would take time to decide
whether an exorcism was
necessary.
I'm sorry, this is outta my hands.
- I've bean to All Saints, Saint Marks,
Saint Petes everywhere.
They all shut the door on me.
Someones said I should speak with you,
that you had experience
in this kind of thing.
Please, father, I beg you.
- I'm sorry but my hands are tied.
But if you want my opinion,
please take her to a hospital
and have a doctor examine her.
- You think I'm crazy, don't you?
I knew this was a mistake.
The church wants the
simpletons to keep faith with their
God. Celebrate mass Hall of Communion.
Baptism.
Celebrate God's sacrifice to
man and become one with God.
But where is he?
Where is God's support
for those who need it?
Where is God's compassion
for those in despair?
Where are God's words of
strength and enlightenment to give
his followers hope?
And where is God's inspiration
to make his chosen ones carry
out his goodwill to all men?
- You have lost your faith Father,
but you're not the only one.
(sombre music) (knocking)
- Oh, Mr. Cross?
- Yeah, that's correct.
- Dr. Henderson, we spoke
yesterday about Angela.
- Oh yeah, yeah.
Would you like to come in please.
- Thank you.
- This is Kathryn, me wife.
- Hello
- Dr. Henderson,
- Would you like to take a seat?
- Thank you.
- Angela, the doctor's here.
(suspenseful music)
- Hello, Angela.
I'm Dr. Henderson.
- [Angela] Hello.
- Now What seems to be troubling you?
- I don't know.
Something's wrong,
but I just can't explain it.
- Now try to remain calm, Angela,
because I am here to help you.
Now your family tells me that
you've been suffering bouts of
anxiety and depression in
which they say isn't like you at
all.
Can you describe this? Is
there any unusual symptoms?
- I have these dreams.
Nightmares really.
Sometimes I can't even move, but.
- [Dr. Henderson] Yes?
- I'm not alone.
Someone else there watching
me, but it's as if I'm not me.
I feel myself fading
away and when I wake up,
but dunno where I am or how I got there.
- And this is reoccurring.
You often find yourself
outside when you wake.
- [Angela] Yes.
- This has happened about
half a dozen times now.
- Nine times.
- Yeah, nine times.
She seems to be sleepwalking
and she always ends up at the
same place all the time.
- [Dr. Henderson] Do you
know why this is Angela?
Is there anything special about the place,
reason you go there?
- No.
No, I don't think so.
- Okay.
Now your family tell me that you've been
behaving strangely at home too.
Aggressive,
often leading to
violent outbursts against your family.
- I don't remember.
I'm sorry I didn't mean
it. I just can't remember.
- It's okay sweetheart.
It's not your fault.
It's okay.
Come on sweetheart. Think
I'm gonna take her upstairs.
- So what do you think it could be, doctor?
- Well, to be honest,
Mr. Cross, I'm not quite sure.
I suspect with the frequent
seizures and bouts of amnesia,
she could be suffering from epilepsy.
But I won't know until
I've done further tests.
So I'd like to arrange
to have her into hospital
for an MRI and then EEG scan.
- You think it's that serious?
- Well the sooner we get
her admitted and diagnosed,
then the less distress will
be on yourselves and Angela,
epilepsy is treatable.
It just needs more investigation.
In the meantime,
I'll arrange the appointment
and call you tomorrow to
finalise that and if anything else changes,
please don't hesitate to call.
- Thank you doctor. Thank you for coming.
(ominous music)
- It's exactly how I remember it.
This place hasn't changed at all.
- [Father Frank] Hello? Can I help you?
- Hi Father, I'm Dean.
- Hello Dean,
Please call me Frank.
- I'm sorry. Did I overstep?
- No, not at all.
Please come in.
You may not have many more opportunities.
- What do you mean?
- Come the new year
we'll be closing these doors
forever and then you'll have to
go through New Castle only.
- You're joking.
Sorry to hear that Father.
- That seems like there's
no place for religion anymore.
No one seems to care. (sombre music)
But anyway, what brings you here Dean?
- Just needed some time to myself.
My dad used to bring
me here when I was a kid.
Strange what you remember
from when you were a kid?
I needed something familiar. (scoffs)
My dad loved this area.
Used to come up here for the walks.
We would pop in on the
way to the park by the river.
He was a devout Catholic.
Tried to bring me up to be the same.
Haven't stepped inside
a church since he died.
- What was your dad's name?
- Jeff Haringey. Did you know him?
- No. But the name rings a bell.
Haringey?
No. Well I've heard the
name Haringey before.
It was in boxing I think.
Anyway, Dean, I'm sure your
father was very proud of you.
So what brings you here?
- After I left the army,
someone suggested I'd
tried boxing for a career.
I was good.
I used to do boxing with my regiment.
So I thought yeah, give it a go,
make a career outta fighting.
But it was never the same.
Never really got very far with it.
Scrapping in the lower leagues.
But my last fight,
I was losing the fight against
a younger fitter lad and
there was me old, slow, past my best.
I dunno what came over me.
Anger, desperation, I dunno.
I broke his neck, Father,
which has left him paralysed.
I lost control and basically
ended both our careers.
Mine on an all time low.
His before it had even started.
I'm sorry, father just
needed to get it out.
Tell someone.
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry it had to be you.
I'm sorry I've wasted your time.
- That's fine.
- It seems I can't get away from it.
People talking about it
whispering behind my back.
Branded will say there's has-been Haringey,
the cheap shot bastard.
- It just seems to me that
you need to make a fresh start.
- I messed up bad.
Frank, can I call you Frank?
- Of course.
What would you be willing
to do to make a fresh start?
- Anything.
- Even if it wasn't strictly legal?
- Anything.
Anything at all.
- Anything is a very dangerous word.
(ominous music)
Excuse me, can you tell
me where number 27 is.
- Little bit higher up.
- Thank you.
(doorbell chime)
- Good day sir, come on in.
- Hiya Eddie?
- Hiya.
- The boys here?
- Ai, ai, just in the back,
we're all waiting for you.
Franks here.
- Frank. - How ya doing.
- No dog collar?
- Not today.
- Ryan. - Frank.
- Right? Gentlemen, suppose
I tell you why we're here.
This is the bank
and it acts as a treasury for all the
churches in the local diocese.
It doesn't have much security.
So if we're in and out quickly,
the police won't even know we're there.
- A bank robber. You want
us to rob a fucking bank?
- It's not too late to walk away.
- Frank, I understand
Dean and Eddie doing this,
but why are you?
- We all have our reasons, Ryan.
- So what's the plan?
- Well, first of all,
I need to know I can count
each and every one of you.
If there's any doubts, there's the door.
- I'm in.
- You are one crazy bastard,
but no, I've got fuck all else to loose.
- [Frank] Ryan?
- Look, I need the money,
but committing a crime to fix my problems,
it's not the answer.
- [Eddie] Chicken. Waste of fucking space.
(scoffs)
- What did you say?
A waste of space says you
the biggest fuck up of the lot.
And don't call me chicken
again. You fucking cunt.
- Watch your tongue.
- Oh, come on.
Are you siding with this crack head?
- I trust him to follow through,
more then I can say
for you, fucking pervert.
- Oh fuck off.
- [Frank] Enough.
Ryan,
you're the driver.
I need you to do this.
Did you really want to stand in purgatory?
Reconsider.
- [Ryan] Can't believe I'm gonna do this.
Alright.
We're good.
- So how exactly we gonna do this?
- [Frank] The old fashioned way?
- Fucking hell.
Are they fucking real? How
the hell do you get them?
- Of course they're bloody
real from a Christmas cracker.
Old friend from the army.
He's a private contractor these days.
- A mercenary?
- Yes, A mercenary.
He owed me a favour.
So he gave me four of these beauties
- I'm guessing you're not
licenced for them either? Hmm?
- No shit Sherlock,
don't be so fucking stupid.
If anything happens and we get caught
with these we're fucked.
Serial numbers have been
removed completely untraceable.
He's not a fucking idiot.
- So we burst in the bank guns blazing
and dance away in the
sunset like cops and bandits.
- What do any of us actually
even know about robbing a bank?
- This is no Ocean's 11 shit,
It's just a good old fashioned hold up.
- Hole in the head more like.
- Dunno why you are worried anyway chicken,
all you have to do is
drive the fucking car.
- [Ryan] Fuck you.
- Enough.
Okay,
we will go at 5:30 AM that way
there wont be much traffic on
the roads.
(ominous music)
(keys unlocking the door)
(ominous music intensifies)
(ominous music slows)
(ominous music intensifies)
(chain rattling) (water rushing)
(gasping)
(crying)
(ominous music intensifies)
(sombre piano music)
- This is the place.
- Looks good.
Couple of security cameras,
but nothing to worry about.
Be wearing masks anyway.
- Ryan, you'll have to be parked close by
for a quick getaway okay.
- Okay. Why is after to be next Friday?
- Because that's when the
diocese funds are at the greatest.
The funds going on
Tuesday before they deposit
their tapers and savings every
week on a Sunday service.
We don't dare hold the tapers on site.
The place holds all the
funds for all the churches
controlled by the diocese
until they're released to pay for
services, maintenance and so on.
And that's why we hit it early
next Friday before the money
is transferred that afternoon.
- Perfect.
- Yeah.
Providing there's no surprises.
- Always a bloody pessimist. Scared.
- No, you do your job.
I'll do mine when the time
comes, I'll be ready. Alright.
- [Dean] Prick.
(ominous music)
(quiet sobs)
(loud sobs)
(door creaks)
(Kathryn screams and cries)
- Brian.
Brian,
- Kathryn.
- It's Anya, why is she doing this Brian?
Why?
Angela!
Angela!
Angela!
What did you do, Angela?
Why? Angela, why?
What's the matter with you?
- Stop it now!
(Angela screams)
(Kathryn and Angela screaming)
- Go after her.
- You all right?
- [Kathryn] I'm fine go after her.
(Kathryn sobs)
- Angela.
(ominous music)
- [Dean] Move it, get that safe open. Now!
I will shoot you in the face
if you don't open that right
now, get it open.
Right get down over there.
Go. Down.
(bags rustling)
(sombre music)
- Come on Eddie, stop messing about.
- [Dean] Move it.
Move it, move
- Don't come any closer back up.
- [Brian] Please, please don't.
- Don't come any closer mate.
- [Brian] Please don't hurt. Please.
She's my daughter, please.
- Fucking stop.
- Please don't hurt us.
(shouting)
(gunshot)
- [Frank] The hell have you done, Get in.
- [Ryan] What's going on?
- [Frank] There's been an accident.
- [Ryan] Get in.
- [Dean] Go! Go!
(car accelerating)
(ominous music)
- Holy shit. That was fucking intense.
(car accelerating)
- What we like back there?
- It looks clear. There's
no sign of the police.
- [Eddie] We fucking did it.
(car doors open and slam)
- Fuck you. How would you
like it now you fucking bastards?
- Is he all right?
- Oh, we'll let him calm down.
Then have a talk to him.
- Don't get too comfortable lads.
Still gotta sort this out.
- You okay?
- Just, just.
- Look I know things went
a little bit crazy back there.
You didn't mean to shoot
him. It was an accident.
- I fucking did, didn't I?
Like somebody could have
heard and called an ambulance,
he might be all right.
Shit, I fucking killed him didn't I?
- Calm down.
You don't know he's dead. Do you?
- The fuck do you know
what I'm going through,
fucking priest?
- Look, I'm here if you wanna talk, okay?
- What the hell was that? You
said this was an easy score.
Instead, we have a hostage.
He fucking shoots someone.
- Look, I know that,
but I can't say that
in front of him, can I?
So listen, you do your bit and keep quiet.
Okay?
- You know Jack shit.
We're lucky we weren't caught.
- Come on. Let's go and get the money.
- We've got anything to tie her up with?
- [Frank] Yeah, there's some rope inside.
- [Dean] Where is this place anyway?
- It's Pete's Farm.
He'll be away for a few
weeks. So we're all right.
Eddie.
Right? Let's get the girl
out the car, masks back on.
Okay?
(trunk unlocking)
(grunting) (dragging feet)
- Give a hand then. Hold her up.
Get her arm up there, hurry up.
(ominous music)
- Jesus.
That's a fuck load of money.
- Oh, first thing's first.
What are we gonna do about the girl?
- What did we have to bring her for anyway?
We should have just left her.
- It's not like we had
time to discuss it. You tit.
Everything happens so fast.
Thought it was safe
to bring her, collateral.
- Collateral.
Calamity is more like.
He fucking shoots someone.
You kidnapped somebody.
Who do you think you are?
Bonnie and Clyde.
- Enough.
This is where we are.
Now.
We need to figure out what
we're gonna do with the girl.
- Kill her?
- What?
- We'll kill her.
You've seen her. She
looks half dead anyway.
We're probably doing her
a fucking favour. We kill her.
We leave her body in the woods.
- We can't.
- No one's killing anyone. Alright.
- Look, just let her go. All right.
- Can't just let her go.
She's seen our faces.
She could identify us.
- There's gotta be another way.
- Wait a minute.
What do you mean? She's seen our faces?
You kept your masks on, right?
- When we checked out
the bank the other day.
I saw her standing nearby.
She was looking straight
at us when we drove past.
- Hang on, just hang on a second.
She fucking saw us. All of us.
Nice one.
- That's why I grabbed her.
- [Eddie] Fucking shit knows we're fucked.
- Shut up.
- She could have reported the car. Frank.
- Listen, I'll figure this out.
We can hide here until then,
if the police knew we were
here, they'd be here by now.
- Yeah,
but if she said anything about
the car and they identify it,
they'll find it sooner or later.
Best hide it somewhere.
- I agree.
- Okay.
- What about my money?
- Oh, you'll get your fucking share.
All right.
- Just calm down. All right.
- Calm down, fucking calm down.
We just stole a shit load of money.
Kidnapped some girl.
I shot a man and they
know who we fucking are.
Fucking calm down.
- He's lost it, Frank.
- Great. It's what we fucking needed.
- Look, he's just stressed.
He'll come around.
- Yeah, well we all are.
- Look the best thing we
can do is just stay calm
and figure this out.
- Couldn't we pay the
girl off just to keep it quiet?
- That won't work.
I think the man Eddie shot was her dad.
Mind, you'd like that wouldn't you?
You being the Good Samaritan.
Just in case we get caught.
You'd get a more sympathetic sentence, eh?
Well, you won't.
Probably just wanna get your
end away with the poor lass.
Fucking perv.
- I'm gonna hide the car.
(door slams)
(sniffs)
(ominous music)
(sniffs)
(coughs)
(struggled coughing)
(sombre music)
(knock at the door)
- Who is it?
- Ryan.
Cars tucked away at one of the tracks.
Where's Eddie?
- He's looking after the girl.
- You've left her alone with him.
- I'll go and check on him.
You stay and help Frank.
Oh shit! Frank Ryan, get in here.
- What's wrong Dean?
Oh no.
- [Ryan] Has he OD'd?
- What are we going to do?
Can't just leave him here?
- Let's move him into the other room.
He'll sleep it off. He'll be all right.
He's sleeping it off. He's okay.
- Good.
- It was a mistake for
Frank to get Eddie involved.
He's completely unstable.
What a fuck up.
- This whole thing was a mistake.
- Don't be so bloody soft.
Things happen, all right.
Things never go according to plan.
You gotta adapt. Like
when you're in the army.
Something went wrong.
You just had to deal with it.
We managed to get away with the money.
That was the main objective.
Once we figure out
what to do with that girl,
then we can all move on.
- Okay, all right.
Let's just hope there's
no more surprises though.
- Well, we'll just have to
make sure there isn't, won't we?
- Yeah. And what if there is though?
Look what's happened.
Eddie's shot somebody.
We've kidnapped someone
and then you go ahead and tell us
they may even know who we are.
It's all fucked up.
- If there's more surprises, I
expect you to keep your head.
We don't want another fuck up.
- Like you and Eddie you mean.
- You better watch your fucking mouth mate,
and don't get any ideas about that girl.
I know how you get your thrills.
I've seen you looking
at her. Perving on her.
I may have taken a hostage,
but I wouldn't abuse the poor thing.
You raped that woman, didn't you?
To prove how tough you are?
Is that what you're gonna do to that girl?
To show how tough you are.
Are you a fucking nonce?
Did you hear me? Are you, you cunt?
- Fuck you.
- What the hells going on?
- Perhaps when you break your own neck
you'll realise how much you destroyed
somebody else's life.
- Ryan, go see to the car?
- Why?
- Because I said so.
Look you can trust him.
Give the lad a break.
- I don't trust anyone.
(ominous music)
- Walters, check with the neighbours,
see if they saw anything.
- Yes Gov.
(door bell)
- Mrs. Cross?
I'm Detective Inspector McPherson.
This is Detective Sergeant Cox.
We're in charge of tracking
down your daughter and
abductors.
How are you coping?
- How do you think I'm coping.
They've shot my husband.
Taken my baby.
- Kathryn. It's all right.
We are going to do the best
that we can to get your Angela
back.
- Constable, could you get a
drink from Mrs. Cross please?
Thank you.
We're doing everything in
our power to track down your
husband's attackers and
get your daughter back safely,
but before we can,
we need to find out as much
as we can about how Angela
encountered this.
Now. Is there anyone
call to be here with you?
- [Constable] Someone's
being contacted Sir,
and they're on the way.
- Thank you.
- Good.
- [DI McPherson] Are you a
religious woman? Mrs. Cross?
- Yes.
- What about your husband and Angela?
- No, my husband isn't religious.
I try to encourage Angela,
but why are you asking me this?
- Just checking everyone's background,
trying to connect all the dots.
(dragging feet)
- Where is she? Where the fuck is she?
- Fucking calm down, Eddie. It's me.
- Get off me. (grunts)
- Eddie, calm down.
- You did something to
me. You fucking bitch.
What have you done to me?
- Eddie.
You're just having a
bad reaction to the drugs.
- Fucks sake.
Get the fuck off me.
- [Ryan] What's going on?
- Oh, about fucking time.
- Get off me.
- Told you he'd lost it.
- I know what I fucking saw.
- Saw what? The fuck you talking about?
- She is evil.
- [Dean] She's been
unconscious the whole time.
- Told you he'd lost it.
- No fucking lost it. I know what I saw.
- You've completely lost it.
(Eddie groans)
- [Frank] Calm down.
- We need to get rid of her now.
- Calm down. (Eddie groaning)
Calm down. (Angelas voice in Eddies head)
Come on Eddie just breath. (Eddie gasping)
Come on.
- Hello Kathryn.
Sorry I'm late.
- I'm sorry. Who are you?
We're conducting an investigation here.
- I'm Father Edwards.
I'm the area diocese priest.
The call came through from your pc,
couldn't get hold of the local priest.
I'm DS Cox.
This is Detective Inspector McPherson,
who is leading the case.
- [DI McPherson] Why is
the local priest unavailable?
- [Father Edwards] We all
have our personal lives Inspector,
even us priests need
time away from the pulpit.
- Thank you for coming Father.
I thought the church had
closed the door on me,
and Angela.
- [Father Edwards] It's all right Kathryn.
What do you mean?
- Mrs. Cross was telling
us all about her daughter
before you arrived.
Please continue. Mrs. Cross.
- I believe Angela has
been cursed, possessed.
I tried to seek help from the church,
but they wouldn't do anything.
- Possessed?
Like is in the devil? (chuckles)
- Yes.
Her behaviour has
been erratic. It's not her.
She's been cutting herself.
She frantically scribbles
and draws awful images and
says the most terrific things.
She killed her own cat and attacked me.
- Do you drink Mrs. Cross?
- I'm not a drunk.
I know what I saw.
I'm not insane. And neither's Angela.
- No one is suggesting anything Mrs. Cross.
But we need to be
thorough in our investigation.
If we're gonna find her.
Her behaviours,
what she likes, where she goes. Affairs.
May we see Angela's bedroom, please.
- Yes.
(drawers creaking)
- I think these guys have got more than
they've bargained for.
- Relax. Relax.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Okay, calm down.
- Why am I here?
What am I-
- Calm down.
Look, as I've said, we're
not going to hurt you.
Just relax.
(Angela coughs)
- Please. Just let me go, please.
- I can't do that.
Look at least have some water.
- Thanks. (sniffs)
- Look.
We can't let you go right now. Okay?
I'm sorry this even happened.
Look,
we're never meant to kill
anybody and we certainly never
meant to take a hostage.
I've got to ask, what were you doing there?
Why the hell didn't you run?
- I don't know.
I'm sorry.
- Don't apologise. It's not your fault.
I'm just putting this down okay?
Look, what's your name?
- Angela.
- Angela. Well, Angela, look, as I've said,
we can't let you go now, but
once this whole thing is over,
we will let you go. I promise.
Okay?
- What's your name?
- It's best I don't say.
- It's not like I can tell anyone.
- Trust me. It's safer for
both of us if I don't, okay.
- Don't you trust me.
- Right now.
I don't trust anyone and
I need you to be quiet.
- So where you from?
Do you have a girlfriend.
- I've asked you to be quiet.
- Why are you doing this?
- Which part of quiet don't you understand?
Sorry.
- It's alright.
I know you're not a bad person.
- I've seen you.
So why you're doing this?
- You wouldn't understand.
- I'm a hostage. That
doesn't make us stupid.
What's the stealing money gonna get you?
- Freedom.
Look, I was at a party, alright,
you know like an end of year party.
The rally team was celebrating
the end of the season. Okay.
- Rally?
You're a rally driver.
- I was.
Anyway.
Look, the sponsor invited me to the party.
So I went along.
During the night, his
wife made a pass at me.
I know I should have just said no.
Walked away.
But she was gorgeous, long brunette hair,
cracking figure.
So she took me upstairs.
I know I should have
said no, but I was drunk.
Okay?
Typical man thinking with
his balls instead of his brain.
Anyway,
Whilst we were up there, she.
- She what?
- She taunted me.
All right.
She said, is that all you've got?
And I hope you drive better than you fuck.
She made me feel pathetic laughing at me.
But I knew what she was doing.
She was trying to provoke me.
I knew what she wanted. So you know what?
I fucking gave her what she wanted
and she wasn't laughing anymore.
Oh, no, no, no.
She was fucking screaming.
And you know what?
She loved it.
The slut fucking loved it.
Yeah.
It was fun.
Up until two days later,
when the sponsors rescinded the
offer and said, if I
didn't pay them 25 grand,
they'd go to the police and
said, I fucking raped her.
That's what the money gonna buy me.
- So you wanna buy your way out.
- I want justice.
I want my life back.
- Why don't you come untie me?
- What?
- I won't escape. Promise.
If the police come, I'll tell
them that you helped us.
- I can't take that chance.
No.
- Perhaps you prefer me all tied up,
helpless.
- I can't.
- Pity, I'd be very grateful.
- How grateful?
- No one would ever find out.
We're all alone.
No one will know anything.
- Is that right?
- I am not fucking smacked.
- You saw nothing.
- How do you know you
weren't even fucking there.
I know what I fucking saw.
- Well how come I haven't
seen anything then eh?
- You had your head shoved
up your own fucking ass.
(Eddie grunts)
If we were in the ring
I'd fucking have you.
- Enough.
We're not gonna get anywhere
if we turn on each other.
We're supposed to be a team.
- A team, a junkie, a rapist
and a fallen from grace
pacifist some fucking team.
(Eddie grunts)
- You forget yourself, son.
Now leave Eddie alone.
And you, calm the hell down.
(Dean sniffs)
(Ryan gagging)
- What the fuck?
What the fuck.
- [Eddie] You fucking
bitch. What have you done?
Jesus Christ. Oh my God.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
(Angela spitting)
- [Dean] Frank, what do we do?
Frank, for fuck sake.
- I've been waiting for you Father.
- Hey Eddie. Get the body outta here.
- [Eddie] Ready to get
the fuck outta here now.
Should have fucking
killed her when we could.
- Shut the fuck up.
- He's dead. Do you
not see the fucking blood.
- I'm not fucking blind.
Once you dump the body, we'll
come back and get the money
and get the fuck out of here.
- Did you do it?
- Yeah.
He's well hidden.
- Poor bloke.
Where's Dean?
- He's outside trying to get some fresh air
and calm himself down.
- You really think your
actions will save you.
Fools.
(Angela screaming)
(all the men groan)
Guilty men will fall.
- Dean. Get the car.
(Angela laughs menacingly)
I'll get it myself then
you stay and watch her.
- Fuck that.
- Listen,
we've opened Pandora's box
here and there's something evil
inside and we need to stop it. Okay?
(Angela screams)
(Frank groans)
- Jesus.
What the fuck.
Frank?
(both grunting and groaning)
- I'm gonna get the car.
- What? What? Why?
Fuck you, Frank.
- Look, you stay here and when I get back,
you and Dean can go.
Take Ryans share.
I have to do this.
- Ah fuck this shit.
Fuck it.
- [Eddie] What are you doing?
- This is way more than we bargained for.
I've taken the lot.
Collateral.
No, That's my fucking money too.
- Try fucking stop me cunt.
(gun thuds against Deans head)
(Dean groans)
(punch thuds) (Eddie grunts)
(punch thuds) (Dean grunts)
(Gun fires) (Dean grunts)
- Oh my God. Eddie, what have you done?
- Get away from me.
- Eddie.
Put the gun down.
- I still hear them Frank, voices.
I could hear them talking
to me. Please, Frank,
make them stop.
- Eddie. Don't listen to the voices.
Just lower the gun.
- Stay away!
- Okay Eddie, we can work this out.
Lower the gun.
- Shut up, shut up, shut up!
(ominous music)
(gun fires)
Go in peace. My son.
What of me?
What is my sentence?
- Purgatory.
A suitable sentence for a murder.
- Who are you?
- Who are you?
Do you not remember?
August.
That's it Father.
Do it. Take another innocent life.
You are weak.
Scared and weak. I win.
- Your judgement will come.
(punch thuds)
(engine turns over)
- [Dispatcher] This is 2 85.
We are responding to
a report of shots being
fired at Rising Sun Farm.
We are further gunshot request back up.
We've now seen the
suspect car leaving the scene.
- Are these the drawings you
were talking about Mrs. Cross?
- Yes.
Some of these sketches
show very disturbing images
Mrs. Cross.
Could your daughter be
suffering from post traumatic stress
from something she's experienced
or witnessed in the past?
- No.
- Some of these sketches show faces.
Men.
Do any of these look familiar?
- This one, I mean, I'm not sure.
It looks a bit like Father Halloren.
- [DI McPherson] Father Halloren?
- Uh huh.
- Sorry, I didn't wanna
say anything in front of
Mrs. Cross as it might add to her distress.
When Kathryn mentioned that
her daughter might have been
possessed, just started to think.
- Was this going somewhere Father?
- Father Frank Halloren.
He looks after some of the
smaller churches in the area.
I've been trying to
contact him for a few days,
but nobody's heard
from him for over a month.
The thing is, Frank's somewhat unstable.
- What do you mean unstable?
- 15 years ago, Frank
was involved in an incident.
The former priest, Tom Campbell,
took it upon himself to perform
an exorcism on a young boy
at the family's request.
The church wouldn't sanction
the right to be performed.
The church wouldn't sanction
the right to be performed.
However,
Tom managed to convince
Father Halloren to preside over
as an assistant in the endeavour.
Sadly, the boy didn't survive.
He died from malnutrition.
Tom Campbell was convicted
of manslaughter in jail.
He committed suicide shortly after.
Frank was exonerated with
any wrongdoing as Campbell
took full responsibility.
But Frank has never been the same since.
- All of this happened in the area?
How come I've never heard
about any of this before.
- We had to keep it quiet
for the grieving family's sake.
I mean if the press found out about it.
Well, it would raise
questions about the church.
Regardless of the fact that
Tom acted independently,
the damage, the scandal
like this caused the church.
Anyway, Frank started to distance himself,
kept blaming himself.
He started to become depressed.
He's clerical duties in these services
have started his suffer.
- Gov,
possible sighting of the
vehicle leaving a crime scene.
The girl may be a hostage in the car.
- Right? Constable, you
stay here with Mrs. Cross.
Father Edwards, you're coming with us.
I wanna know anything and
everything about Father Frank
Halloren.
Jim, we're moving.
Walters, we've had a possible sighting
Father Edwards is accompanying us.
Show him at the car please.
- Yes, Gov. We're just parked down here.
- Walters. Wait.
Did you hear anything from the neighbours?
- Just a few sightings of the
girl roaming around at night.
Seems she's a sleepwalker. That's about it.
- DS Cox to 2 85 come in.
- [Dispatcher] 2 85 To
dash Cox receiving over.
- Do you have visual
on the suspect car over.
- [Dispatcher] Negative suspect car exiting
Rising Sun Farm down Kings Road North.
Black Golf with two
possibly three in the car.
One is believed to be
the girl hostage over.
- Did you see which further went over.
- [Dispatcher] Negative? We
have lost sight of the car over.
- We've lost them. They've slipped the net.
(turn signal blinking)
- Pull over.
Where's Frank's Church.
Where?
- St. Aidens just outside of Dilston.
- All units head and for
St. Aidens Parish Church,
Dilston suspect possibly
two on route with hostage
in a black golf. McPherson out. Go.
- Gov, no sign of the vehicle.
Traffic is setting up a cone.
- What, there's been no
sighting to them. No witnesses?
- Nothing.
Have you told us absolutely
everything Father Edwards?
- Yes. Might be in one
of the other churches.
Maybe.
- How aren't all the
other churches locked up?
- He's a key holder to
several to keep costs down.
One priest care takes
for a number of churches
in the district.
- How many?
- [Father Edwards] Seven. Eight.
- Come on.
Constable, keep an eye on Father Edwards.
Don't let him out of your sight.
Split the armed response teams.
Check every church on the list.
Walters, is your fire
arms training up to date?
- Oh yes Gov.
- Show him a weapon.
- We'll take Snods edge.
Remember, this is a hostage situation.
The young girls life is at stake.
Anyone spots them,
I wanna be informed immediately.
On your way.
- Just you and me now Father.
The time has come for your final service.
- Lord your mercy, hear my prayer.
- Lord is listening to you.
- Christ have mercy.
Lord have mercy.
- There is no mercy for murderers of men.
- Christ graciously hear
your prevalent servant.
(Angela groans)
- There is no God.
- Father, Son and holy Spirit.
- I am the only God.
- Help us here on Earth.
God by that all is Holy.
Just in caring.
Save this innocent, tormented child.
And banish to demon
back to the depths of Hell.
God.
- Your pathetic ritual (Frank praying)
has no power over me. (Frank praying)
There is no God.
Your pathetic rituals - Turn back the Evil
- Holds no power over me. - On your foes.
- You're a Liar. - In your Faithfulness
- A Murderer. - Destroy them.
- You have no honour.
- As your loyal servant,
once lost and now found.
I'm willingly offer
myself as your sacrifice,
as your praise came.
Lord, for it's goodness.
- You're a liar.
You have no honour.
- God, redeem for the
world have mercy on us.
God, (Angela shouting)
the Holy Spirit have mercy on us.
Holy Spirit in one God.
Holy Mary, pray for us. (Angela shouting)
Forgive our sins Oh Lord.
Appearance spare us from your vengeance.
Wrath on your sins.
I cast you out defiled spirit
with more then power of its enemy.
Every spectre from hell
and all the spirits of torment.
In His name, our Lord Jesus Christ.
- There is no Christ.
- Be gone and stay far
from this creature of God
- There is no God.
- For it is He who commands you.
He who is has fell from
the headlong heights of Hell.
It is He who commands you.
(Heavy breathing) (Frank praying)
(Angela groaning) (Frank praying)
(heavy breathing) (Frank praying)
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
I cast you out. (Angela groans)
(suspenseful music)
(music drowns out DS Cox)
- What? We searched all the churches.
Have we missed something?
- Do you think Father
Edwards was hiding something?
This is turning into a
bloody wild goose chase.
Look, we have traffic on the case.
There's a helicopter out looking for them.
They're bound to pick them up.
Gov.
- Take a look at this.
- What is it?
- [DI McPherson] What do you make of that?
- Due to diocese restructuring
the following churches were
brought under the responsibility
of the parish priest at
St. Aidans Church.
What am I looking for?
- The address.
- That's not far from here Gov.
- Let's get in the car. Call
it in all units to Portin road.
(music drowns out DS Cox)
Walters, get through dispatch tell them-
I can't Gov.
I've been trying, but there's just static.
- I'm just getting static as well.
Look, we've got the weapons.
Let's just go.
Come on Gov. We can't wait any longer.
- Okay?
Okay. Walters head for the old Vicarage.
- You're weak.
Confess to me, father, confess your sins.
You're guilty.
You have lost your faith.
- You are lying.
Lord, hear my prayer.
Let my cry be heard by you.
- How many innocent are
gonna suffer at your hand?
- Shut up.
Shut up.
(car doors slam)
- It's the one by the bus stop.
- Cox, go around back.
Walters you're with me.
(gate creaks)
(doorknob clicks)
- Lord, please forgive me.
Forgive me.
(music intensifies)
(chains rattling)
(door knocking)
(door creaks)
- Cops, fuck.
(music intensifies) (DS Cox groans)
(Walters groans) (neck snaps)
I cast you out.
(gun shot)
(sombre music)
- I can't see.
- Control officers down.
- Lord, remember me this day.
Father Halloren, drop the gun.
- I give my life to you.
- Drop the gun. Now, Frank.
- Please, have mercy on me.
(two gun shots)
(frank groans and gargles)
Forgive me.
- [Radio] DI McPherson. This is control.
We've been trying to
contact you for the past hour.
What is your location?
(intense music)
(creepy music)
(sombre music)
(ominous music)
(car engine running)
- Holy shit. That was fucking intense.
(car whooshing past)
- What we like back there?
- It looks clear. There's
no sign of the police.
- We fucking did it.
(clanking)
(scare chord)
(haunting music)
(church bells)
- Our father who aren't in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on
earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who
trespass against us
(haunting echo)
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
(creepy music)
(unscrewing bottle lid)
(pouring liquid)
- Frank.
I know it's stressful
looking after churches,
but a bit early for a drink, isn't it?
- Father Edwards?
Well, I barely got a taste,
so it's temperance was never my thing.
It's better than my communion wine.
- Come on, let's get some air.
(Frank groans)
(police sirens)
Thanks for your work on the churches Frank.
You all right?
- All right I suppose.
- You can confide in me. You know.
(fireworks)
- I know.
- It's been 15 years.
Can't keep putting yourself
through this purgatory
Can't change what's happened.
- It's just a boy, John.
- I know,
but you shouldn't blame
yourself for what's happened.
There's nothing you can do about it.
- It's not something you just forget. John,
the things I've seen don't ever leave you.
- You need to come back
to the real world Frank.
- I like it here.
- I can understand that.
You can't just hide away here all the time.
So much good you could
be doing in the world.
- What do you suggest I do John?
I feel like God's abandoned me.
- I know it's difficult, Frank,
but God has a plan for us all.
Even you.
The church and I are here to help you.
- Like they did 15 years
ago like they did with Father
Campbell.
And what about that poised boys family.
- I'm assigning you some
community work Frank.
I want you to do some group
therapy in the town once a week.
You can continue your duties
here at the church for the rest
of the year.
- The end of the year?
Diocese needs to move
with the times, Frank.
There's just not enough people
coming to the church anymore,
not bringing in enough money.
I've managed to persuade
them to keep it open
till the end of the year.
- Thanks.
- I know you won't let me down Frank.
(sombre piano music)
(suspenseful music)
(sharp inhale)
(struggled breathing)
(heavy breathing)
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
- Angela?
(foot steps) (door creaks open)
(suspenseful music)
Angela, you alright?
- Dad.
- What you doing here?
Come on, we'll have to get you home.
You all right? It's freezing
come on sweetheart.
(eerie music)
- [Boxing Referee] Box.
(heavy breathing) (punches thudding)
(shouting)
Pushing! No pushing.
Back.
Yeah.
You ready?
Box.
(punches thudding)
(grunting)
- You're a fucking has-been.
- Break, Break.
(heavy breathing)
You all right son, ya?
Box.
(dean grunting) (landed punch)
Dean, corner, corner, stay there.
One, two.
(dean shouting) (hard punch)
Corner, corner! Stay there!
(dean shouting)
You all right son?
(Dean shouting)
(slapping)
You all right son?
(slapping)
Son wake up.
You all right?
Medic! Medic! Medic!
- You were always a good scrapper Dean,
but you don't do yourself any favours.
- What? Because I've
twatted the little shit.
Come on Mike.
He shouldn't have gobbed off.
If he's gonna fight.
He's gotta learn to fight,
keep his eyes open, his fists
up and his fucking mouth shut.
- You can't keep pulling
illegal moves like that.
No one will fight you if you keep doing it.
- Are we bubble wrapping these kids now.
At least you'll know what to
expect next time I fight him.
- You won't.
Look, I dunno how to tell you this.
- What are you saying?
- They've rushed him to hospital.
Suspected spinal injuries.
Dean, you broke his fucking neck.
They'd be in danger of liability.
Past your best.
- What are you saying?
- They've decommissioned you son.
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
- She's asleep now.
She's gonna be okay.
- What we gonna do Brian?
What she's been up to lately,
it's not normal.
I'm worried.
I'm scared.
She's sleep walking anything
could happen to her out there.
Anything could happen. - Don't worry.
Don't worry. We'll keep an eye.
(sobbing)
She's probably just stressed out the exams.
If it gets worse, we'll call a doctor.
Okay.
Come on we have to be
strong. We have to be strong.
Come on, get through this.
(suspenseful music) (sobbing)
(stomping)
(Angela screaming)
(struggled breathing)
Angela. Angela.
Angela. Angela.
Angela. Can you hear me?
Angela?
- [Debbie] People often
laugh when I tell them
I'm a sex addict,
but it's ruining my life.
When I met my husband, I
thought the urges would stop,
but I can't stop thinking about it.
I slept with three people
behind his back and I'm terrified
I won't be able to stop
myself from cheating again.
I love my husband and
I don't want to hurt him,
but I'm scared he's gonna
leave me if he finds out my
secret.
This is my seventh meeting
and I know I've got a long way to
go, but it helps to know
there's other people like me.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Debbie.
(clapping)
For many people
struggling with an addiction,
the biggest and toughest
step towards recovery is the first
one.
Deciding to make a change.
Recovering from addiction
is a long process and one that
requires time, commitment, and support.
Indeed occurrences of this
nature become more frequent
and many more people
have decided to come forward
and seek support.
We are joined by one of those people today.
Ryan, would you like to
introduce yourself Ryan?
- I wouldn't know what to say.
- That's okay. Just take your time.
Why don't you tell us a
little bit about yourself?
- Okay. I'm Ryan.
I'm 43. I'm single
and I'm a rally driver.
At least I was.
I just finished a season
when I was approached by an
official sponsor to be their
driver in the forthcoming
season.
I signed my contract,
everything was in place.
I had all worked out.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
- It's okay, Ryan.
No one is here to judge you.
Well thank you everybody.
I think it's been a very
productive evening and we'll see
you all again next week.
Ryan, could you just
hang back for five minutes?
- Yeah, okay.
(creepy music)
Mark, Nicole, we'll see
you both again next week.
- Okay.
(chattering)
- How you doing Ryan?
- I'm okay.
- It's not easy standing up
there bearing your soul to
everyone is it?
Is there anything I can do to help?
- Look, father,
I appreciate you playing
the good Samaritan.
I do, but this is my problem.
I don't want to be here
just like everyone else.
And being here does not
get me out of trouble, does it?
- Well if there's
anything I can do to help.
I will.
Look, Ryan, I don't think you're an addict.
I think you've just been
unfortunate to be placed in this
situation.
It's just made worse by
the fact that she is trying to
blackmail me.
If I don't pay her what she wants,
she runs to the police,
cries rape, and that's it.
I'm finished.
I can't afford that.
I never should have
gotten involved with that little
cock teasing bitch.
Sorry father.
- That's okay, I've heard
worse in the priesthood.
Look, what if there was
a way to get this money?
- I don't understand.
- What if there was a way to
get the money to pay this woman
off and maybe compete in
the rally championships again,
would you do it?
- Okay, I'm listening.
- How are you feeling today darling?
- Fine.
Still having bad dreams though.
But last night I slept with trouble
- Angela, I'm worried sick about you.
I've never seen you act this way before.
Your dad thinks it's stress related.
Are you worrying about your exams
or is it anything else?
I- we think you should see your doctor
just to be on the safe side.
- Mom. It's fine.
I'm feeling better honestly, don't worry.
- But I do.
It's a parent's job to
worry. I love you darling.
I'll always be here for your
sweetheart no matter what.
You can always come to
me or your dad if anything's
troubling you.
(fork clanks)
Angela?
(struggled breathing)
Angela?
Angela, oh God!
(Angela screams)
Angela! - Fuck you!
Fucking cunt, get away from me.
Don't touch me.
(Angela grunting)
Fuck off!
(intense music)
(heavy breathing)
(struggled breathing)
Sorry mom.
- It's okay sweetheart. It's okay.
I need to call a doctor now.
- What's happening to me?
- [Midge] So what happened man?
Haven't seen you in ages.
- [Eddie] Fuck up Mitch.
Seriously fucked up.
You know that money I loan off Terry?
Well, I didn't actually I
pissed half of it at the wall
and the other half I put on a bet,
you know that Haringey fight
and thought I might win enough
to pay him off but,
its a fucking joke, I lost a lot mate.
- I knew something was up
like fucking Terry's been looking for you.
- Shit. Is he pissed?
- He wants blood mate.
- Oh fucking hell.
I'm gonna have to stay off his radar.
You've got something here I can take.
You know, keep me head
in the game, you know,
until I get this thing sorted.
You know get this sorted.
- Got just what you need
as long as you can pay.
- Not two just yet.
Fucking life saver.
- Anytime mate.
- Get another round here,
I'll be back in a minute.
- Yeah, it's me.
He's here.
- Let's get the queen some.
(snorting) (coughing)
- [Terri] Hello there Eddie.
- Oh fucks sake.
- You right there Terri mate.
- We've been looking
around town for you Eddie.
- I know I was coming. I
was coming by yours tonight.
There to give you your money.
- [Terri] Don't give me
any of that bullshit Eddie.
I want me money, and I want it fucking now.
- Terry Mate. I've got your money.
I just, I haven't got it on us right now.
If you can leave it a bit later.
I've got some businesses you want.
I can sort you out.
- [Terri] Business?
Don't be such a fucking wanker Eddie?
I want my fucking money.
- Terry Mate. I've got your money.
If you give it some time,
we can sort something out there.
- Shh. I'll tell you what.
(inaudible)
- Please, Terri, please.
(punches thud) (Eddie groans)
- Fuck you.
Fuck off.
(gun cocks)
- Next time I see you Eddie,
you better have my fucking money.
I don't like people wish my time.
Come on boys.
Let's go.
- You all right son?
Do you need any help?
- I'm alright. Thanks mate.
- Can I call for an ambulance?
- No.
- I really think I should.
- No mate.
Not unless you got 10
grand on you that I can have.
Like in your pocket.
I'm not interested in your bloody charity.
Oh, I'm sorry mate.
- I'm sorry, but I don't have
that sort of money on me.
- No I guess I'm fucked.
- Can at least buy you a drink?
- All right you're right.
- When I said I didn't have
the money, I meant not on me.
- What?
- 10,000.
I think we can help each other out.
Let me get you that drink.
- [Eddie] All right all right.
(footsteps fade out)
(ominous music)
- Hello?
- [Kathryn] Hi.
- Can I help?
- Yes.
I don't know who else to turn to.
- Please, please take a seat.
Now,
what seems to be the trouble?
- It's my daughter.
She's, no, this is crazy.
What was I thinking of?
I'm sorry to of taken up your time.
- Please tell me what the problem is.
- It's my daughter, Angela.
There's something very wrong with her.
She's been acting very
strangely over the past month.
She's like another person.
She started sleepwalking.
We find her off down the
street and her behaviour is
strange, erratic, volatile even.
It's so unlike her.
I've never seen her like this before.
She has outbursts of the foulest language.
Words I've never heard her use before.
And she becomes violent and she takes fits.
- Have you not taken her to see a doctor?
- We have called one, but
I know this sounds crazy,
but there's something far
more sinister going on here.
It's like there's
something evil inside her,
a spirit demon.
I don't know what to do father.
- And that's why you've came
here and how do you think I can
help?
- Please just come and
see you do a blessing.
Perform an exorcism or something.
- Out of the question.
The church doesn't sanction
exorcisms and they're very
dangerous.
This would've to be performed
by a specialist and even then
it would take time to decide
whether an exorcism was
necessary.
I'm sorry, this is outta my hands.
- I've bean to All Saints, Saint Marks,
Saint Petes everywhere.
They all shut the door on me.
Someones said I should speak with you,
that you had experience
in this kind of thing.
Please, father, I beg you.
- I'm sorry but my hands are tied.
But if you want my opinion,
please take her to a hospital
and have a doctor examine her.
- You think I'm crazy, don't you?
I knew this was a mistake.
The church wants the
simpletons to keep faith with their
God. Celebrate mass Hall of Communion.
Baptism.
Celebrate God's sacrifice to
man and become one with God.
But where is he?
Where is God's support
for those who need it?
Where is God's compassion
for those in despair?
Where are God's words of
strength and enlightenment to give
his followers hope?
And where is God's inspiration
to make his chosen ones carry
out his goodwill to all men?
- You have lost your faith Father,
but you're not the only one.
(sombre music) (knocking)
- Oh, Mr. Cross?
- Yeah, that's correct.
- Dr. Henderson, we spoke
yesterday about Angela.
- Oh yeah, yeah.
Would you like to come in please.
- Thank you.
- This is Kathryn, me wife.
- Hello
- Dr. Henderson,
- Would you like to take a seat?
- Thank you.
- Angela, the doctor's here.
(suspenseful music)
- Hello, Angela.
I'm Dr. Henderson.
- [Angela] Hello.
- Now What seems to be troubling you?
- I don't know.
Something's wrong,
but I just can't explain it.
- Now try to remain calm, Angela,
because I am here to help you.
Now your family tells me that
you've been suffering bouts of
anxiety and depression in
which they say isn't like you at
all.
Can you describe this? Is
there any unusual symptoms?
- I have these dreams.
Nightmares really.
Sometimes I can't even move, but.
- [Dr. Henderson] Yes?
- I'm not alone.
Someone else there watching
me, but it's as if I'm not me.
I feel myself fading
away and when I wake up,
but dunno where I am or how I got there.
- And this is reoccurring.
You often find yourself
outside when you wake.
- [Angela] Yes.
- This has happened about
half a dozen times now.
- Nine times.
- Yeah, nine times.
She seems to be sleepwalking
and she always ends up at the
same place all the time.
- [Dr. Henderson] Do you
know why this is Angela?
Is there anything special about the place,
reason you go there?
- No.
No, I don't think so.
- Okay.
Now your family tell me that you've been
behaving strangely at home too.
Aggressive,
often leading to
violent outbursts against your family.
- I don't remember.
I'm sorry I didn't mean
it. I just can't remember.
- It's okay sweetheart.
It's not your fault.
It's okay.
Come on sweetheart. Think
I'm gonna take her upstairs.
- So what do you think it could be, doctor?
- Well, to be honest,
Mr. Cross, I'm not quite sure.
I suspect with the frequent
seizures and bouts of amnesia,
she could be suffering from epilepsy.
But I won't know until
I've done further tests.
So I'd like to arrange
to have her into hospital
for an MRI and then EEG scan.
- You think it's that serious?
- Well the sooner we get
her admitted and diagnosed,
then the less distress will
be on yourselves and Angela,
epilepsy is treatable.
It just needs more investigation.
In the meantime,
I'll arrange the appointment
and call you tomorrow to
finalise that and if anything else changes,
please don't hesitate to call.
- Thank you doctor. Thank you for coming.
(ominous music)
- It's exactly how I remember it.
This place hasn't changed at all.
- [Father Frank] Hello? Can I help you?
- Hi Father, I'm Dean.
- Hello Dean,
Please call me Frank.
- I'm sorry. Did I overstep?
- No, not at all.
Please come in.
You may not have many more opportunities.
- What do you mean?
- Come the new year
we'll be closing these doors
forever and then you'll have to
go through New Castle only.
- You're joking.
Sorry to hear that Father.
- That seems like there's
no place for religion anymore.
No one seems to care. (sombre music)
But anyway, what brings you here Dean?
- Just needed some time to myself.
My dad used to bring
me here when I was a kid.
Strange what you remember
from when you were a kid?
I needed something familiar. (scoffs)
My dad loved this area.
Used to come up here for the walks.
We would pop in on the
way to the park by the river.
He was a devout Catholic.
Tried to bring me up to be the same.
Haven't stepped inside
a church since he died.
- What was your dad's name?
- Jeff Haringey. Did you know him?
- No. But the name rings a bell.
Haringey?
No. Well I've heard the
name Haringey before.
It was in boxing I think.
Anyway, Dean, I'm sure your
father was very proud of you.
So what brings you here?
- After I left the army,
someone suggested I'd
tried boxing for a career.
I was good.
I used to do boxing with my regiment.
So I thought yeah, give it a go,
make a career outta fighting.
But it was never the same.
Never really got very far with it.
Scrapping in the lower leagues.
But my last fight,
I was losing the fight against
a younger fitter lad and
there was me old, slow, past my best.
I dunno what came over me.
Anger, desperation, I dunno.
I broke his neck, Father,
which has left him paralysed.
I lost control and basically
ended both our careers.
Mine on an all time low.
His before it had even started.
I'm sorry, father just
needed to get it out.
Tell someone.
- It's okay.
- I'm sorry it had to be you.
I'm sorry I've wasted your time.
- That's fine.
- It seems I can't get away from it.
People talking about it
whispering behind my back.
Branded will say there's has-been Haringey,
the cheap shot bastard.
- It just seems to me that
you need to make a fresh start.
- I messed up bad.
Frank, can I call you Frank?
- Of course.
What would you be willing
to do to make a fresh start?
- Anything.
- Even if it wasn't strictly legal?
- Anything.
Anything at all.
- Anything is a very dangerous word.
(ominous music)
Excuse me, can you tell
me where number 27 is.
- Little bit higher up.
- Thank you.
(doorbell chime)
- Good day sir, come on in.
- Hiya Eddie?
- Hiya.
- The boys here?
- Ai, ai, just in the back,
we're all waiting for you.
Franks here.
- Frank. - How ya doing.
- No dog collar?
- Not today.
- Ryan. - Frank.
- Right? Gentlemen, suppose
I tell you why we're here.
This is the bank
and it acts as a treasury for all the
churches in the local diocese.
It doesn't have much security.
So if we're in and out quickly,
the police won't even know we're there.
- A bank robber. You want
us to rob a fucking bank?
- It's not too late to walk away.
- Frank, I understand
Dean and Eddie doing this,
but why are you?
- We all have our reasons, Ryan.
- So what's the plan?
- Well, first of all,
I need to know I can count
each and every one of you.
If there's any doubts, there's the door.
- I'm in.
- You are one crazy bastard,
but no, I've got fuck all else to loose.
- [Frank] Ryan?
- Look, I need the money,
but committing a crime to fix my problems,
it's not the answer.
- [Eddie] Chicken. Waste of fucking space.
(scoffs)
- What did you say?
A waste of space says you
the biggest fuck up of the lot.
And don't call me chicken
again. You fucking cunt.
- Watch your tongue.
- Oh, come on.
Are you siding with this crack head?
- I trust him to follow through,
more then I can say
for you, fucking pervert.
- Oh fuck off.
- [Frank] Enough.
Ryan,
you're the driver.
I need you to do this.
Did you really want to stand in purgatory?
Reconsider.
- [Ryan] Can't believe I'm gonna do this.
Alright.
We're good.
- So how exactly we gonna do this?
- [Frank] The old fashioned way?
- Fucking hell.
Are they fucking real? How
the hell do you get them?
- Of course they're bloody
real from a Christmas cracker.
Old friend from the army.
He's a private contractor these days.
- A mercenary?
- Yes, A mercenary.
He owed me a favour.
So he gave me four of these beauties
- I'm guessing you're not
licenced for them either? Hmm?
- No shit Sherlock,
don't be so fucking stupid.
If anything happens and we get caught
with these we're fucked.
Serial numbers have been
removed completely untraceable.
He's not a fucking idiot.
- So we burst in the bank guns blazing
and dance away in the
sunset like cops and bandits.
- What do any of us actually
even know about robbing a bank?
- This is no Ocean's 11 shit,
It's just a good old fashioned hold up.
- Hole in the head more like.
- Dunno why you are worried anyway chicken,
all you have to do is
drive the fucking car.
- [Ryan] Fuck you.
- Enough.
Okay,
we will go at 5:30 AM that way
there wont be much traffic on
the roads.
(ominous music)
(keys unlocking the door)
(ominous music intensifies)
(ominous music slows)
(ominous music intensifies)
(chain rattling) (water rushing)
(gasping)
(crying)
(ominous music intensifies)
(sombre piano music)
- This is the place.
- Looks good.
Couple of security cameras,
but nothing to worry about.
Be wearing masks anyway.
- Ryan, you'll have to be parked close by
for a quick getaway okay.
- Okay. Why is after to be next Friday?
- Because that's when the
diocese funds are at the greatest.
The funds going on
Tuesday before they deposit
their tapers and savings every
week on a Sunday service.
We don't dare hold the tapers on site.
The place holds all the
funds for all the churches
controlled by the diocese
until they're released to pay for
services, maintenance and so on.
And that's why we hit it early
next Friday before the money
is transferred that afternoon.
- Perfect.
- Yeah.
Providing there's no surprises.
- Always a bloody pessimist. Scared.
- No, you do your job.
I'll do mine when the time
comes, I'll be ready. Alright.
- [Dean] Prick.
(ominous music)
(quiet sobs)
(loud sobs)
(door creaks)
(Kathryn screams and cries)
- Brian.
Brian,
- Kathryn.
- It's Anya, why is she doing this Brian?
Why?
Angela!
Angela!
Angela!
What did you do, Angela?
Why? Angela, why?
What's the matter with you?
- Stop it now!
(Angela screams)
(Kathryn and Angela screaming)
- Go after her.
- You all right?
- [Kathryn] I'm fine go after her.
(Kathryn sobs)
- Angela.
(ominous music)
- [Dean] Move it, get that safe open. Now!
I will shoot you in the face
if you don't open that right
now, get it open.
Right get down over there.
Go. Down.
(bags rustling)
(sombre music)
- Come on Eddie, stop messing about.
- [Dean] Move it.
Move it, move
- Don't come any closer back up.
- [Brian] Please, please don't.
- Don't come any closer mate.
- [Brian] Please don't hurt. Please.
She's my daughter, please.
- Fucking stop.
- Please don't hurt us.
(shouting)
(gunshot)
- [Frank] The hell have you done, Get in.
- [Ryan] What's going on?
- [Frank] There's been an accident.
- [Ryan] Get in.
- [Dean] Go! Go!
(car accelerating)
(ominous music)
- Holy shit. That was fucking intense.
(car accelerating)
- What we like back there?
- It looks clear. There's
no sign of the police.
- [Eddie] We fucking did it.
(car doors open and slam)
- Fuck you. How would you
like it now you fucking bastards?
- Is he all right?
- Oh, we'll let him calm down.
Then have a talk to him.
- Don't get too comfortable lads.
Still gotta sort this out.
- You okay?
- Just, just.
- Look I know things went
a little bit crazy back there.
You didn't mean to shoot
him. It was an accident.
- I fucking did, didn't I?
Like somebody could have
heard and called an ambulance,
he might be all right.
Shit, I fucking killed him didn't I?
- Calm down.
You don't know he's dead. Do you?
- The fuck do you know
what I'm going through,
fucking priest?
- Look, I'm here if you wanna talk, okay?
- What the hell was that? You
said this was an easy score.
Instead, we have a hostage.
He fucking shoots someone.
- Look, I know that,
but I can't say that
in front of him, can I?
So listen, you do your bit and keep quiet.
Okay?
- You know Jack shit.
We're lucky we weren't caught.
- Come on. Let's go and get the money.
- We've got anything to tie her up with?
- [Frank] Yeah, there's some rope inside.
- [Dean] Where is this place anyway?
- It's Pete's Farm.
He'll be away for a few
weeks. So we're all right.
Eddie.
Right? Let's get the girl
out the car, masks back on.
Okay?
(trunk unlocking)
(grunting) (dragging feet)
- Give a hand then. Hold her up.
Get her arm up there, hurry up.
(ominous music)
- Jesus.
That's a fuck load of money.
- Oh, first thing's first.
What are we gonna do about the girl?
- What did we have to bring her for anyway?
We should have just left her.
- It's not like we had
time to discuss it. You tit.
Everything happens so fast.
Thought it was safe
to bring her, collateral.
- Collateral.
Calamity is more like.
He fucking shoots someone.
You kidnapped somebody.
Who do you think you are?
Bonnie and Clyde.
- Enough.
This is where we are.
Now.
We need to figure out what
we're gonna do with the girl.
- Kill her?
- What?
- We'll kill her.
You've seen her. She
looks half dead anyway.
We're probably doing her
a fucking favour. We kill her.
We leave her body in the woods.
- We can't.
- No one's killing anyone. Alright.
- Look, just let her go. All right.
- Can't just let her go.
She's seen our faces.
She could identify us.
- There's gotta be another way.
- Wait a minute.
What do you mean? She's seen our faces?
You kept your masks on, right?
- When we checked out
the bank the other day.
I saw her standing nearby.
She was looking straight
at us when we drove past.
- Hang on, just hang on a second.
She fucking saw us. All of us.
Nice one.
- That's why I grabbed her.
- [Eddie] Fucking shit knows we're fucked.
- Shut up.
- She could have reported the car. Frank.
- Listen, I'll figure this out.
We can hide here until then,
if the police knew we were
here, they'd be here by now.
- Yeah,
but if she said anything about
the car and they identify it,
they'll find it sooner or later.
Best hide it somewhere.
- I agree.
- Okay.
- What about my money?
- Oh, you'll get your fucking share.
All right.
- Just calm down. All right.
- Calm down, fucking calm down.
We just stole a shit load of money.
Kidnapped some girl.
I shot a man and they
know who we fucking are.
Fucking calm down.
- He's lost it, Frank.
- Great. It's what we fucking needed.
- Look, he's just stressed.
He'll come around.
- Yeah, well we all are.
- Look the best thing we
can do is just stay calm
and figure this out.
- Couldn't we pay the
girl off just to keep it quiet?
- That won't work.
I think the man Eddie shot was her dad.
Mind, you'd like that wouldn't you?
You being the Good Samaritan.
Just in case we get caught.
You'd get a more sympathetic sentence, eh?
Well, you won't.
Probably just wanna get your
end away with the poor lass.
Fucking perv.
- I'm gonna hide the car.
(door slams)
(sniffs)
(ominous music)
(sniffs)
(coughs)
(struggled coughing)
(sombre music)
(knock at the door)
- Who is it?
- Ryan.
Cars tucked away at one of the tracks.
Where's Eddie?
- He's looking after the girl.
- You've left her alone with him.
- I'll go and check on him.
You stay and help Frank.
Oh shit! Frank Ryan, get in here.
- What's wrong Dean?
Oh no.
- [Ryan] Has he OD'd?
- What are we going to do?
Can't just leave him here?
- Let's move him into the other room.
He'll sleep it off. He'll be all right.
He's sleeping it off. He's okay.
- Good.
- It was a mistake for
Frank to get Eddie involved.
He's completely unstable.
What a fuck up.
- This whole thing was a mistake.
- Don't be so bloody soft.
Things happen, all right.
Things never go according to plan.
You gotta adapt. Like
when you're in the army.
Something went wrong.
You just had to deal with it.
We managed to get away with the money.
That was the main objective.
Once we figure out
what to do with that girl,
then we can all move on.
- Okay, all right.
Let's just hope there's
no more surprises though.
- Well, we'll just have to
make sure there isn't, won't we?
- Yeah. And what if there is though?
Look what's happened.
Eddie's shot somebody.
We've kidnapped someone
and then you go ahead and tell us
they may even know who we are.
It's all fucked up.
- If there's more surprises, I
expect you to keep your head.
We don't want another fuck up.
- Like you and Eddie you mean.
- You better watch your fucking mouth mate,
and don't get any ideas about that girl.
I know how you get your thrills.
I've seen you looking
at her. Perving on her.
I may have taken a hostage,
but I wouldn't abuse the poor thing.
You raped that woman, didn't you?
To prove how tough you are?
Is that what you're gonna do to that girl?
To show how tough you are.
Are you a fucking nonce?
Did you hear me? Are you, you cunt?
- Fuck you.
- What the hells going on?
- Perhaps when you break your own neck
you'll realise how much you destroyed
somebody else's life.
- Ryan, go see to the car?
- Why?
- Because I said so.
Look you can trust him.
Give the lad a break.
- I don't trust anyone.
(ominous music)
- Walters, check with the neighbours,
see if they saw anything.
- Yes Gov.
(door bell)
- Mrs. Cross?
I'm Detective Inspector McPherson.
This is Detective Sergeant Cox.
We're in charge of tracking
down your daughter and
abductors.
How are you coping?
- How do you think I'm coping.
They've shot my husband.
Taken my baby.
- Kathryn. It's all right.
We are going to do the best
that we can to get your Angela
back.
- Constable, could you get a
drink from Mrs. Cross please?
Thank you.
We're doing everything in
our power to track down your
husband's attackers and
get your daughter back safely,
but before we can,
we need to find out as much
as we can about how Angela
encountered this.
Now. Is there anyone
call to be here with you?
- [Constable] Someone's
being contacted Sir,
and they're on the way.
- Thank you.
- Good.
- [DI McPherson] Are you a
religious woman? Mrs. Cross?
- Yes.
- What about your husband and Angela?
- No, my husband isn't religious.
I try to encourage Angela,
but why are you asking me this?
- Just checking everyone's background,
trying to connect all the dots.
(dragging feet)
- Where is she? Where the fuck is she?
- Fucking calm down, Eddie. It's me.
- Get off me. (grunts)
- Eddie, calm down.
- You did something to
me. You fucking bitch.
What have you done to me?
- Eddie.
You're just having a
bad reaction to the drugs.
- Fucks sake.
Get the fuck off me.
- [Ryan] What's going on?
- Oh, about fucking time.
- Get off me.
- Told you he'd lost it.
- I know what I fucking saw.
- Saw what? The fuck you talking about?
- She is evil.
- [Dean] She's been
unconscious the whole time.
- Told you he'd lost it.
- No fucking lost it. I know what I saw.
- You've completely lost it.
(Eddie groans)
- [Frank] Calm down.
- We need to get rid of her now.
- Calm down. (Eddie groaning)
Calm down. (Angelas voice in Eddies head)
Come on Eddie just breath. (Eddie gasping)
Come on.
- Hello Kathryn.
Sorry I'm late.
- I'm sorry. Who are you?
We're conducting an investigation here.
- I'm Father Edwards.
I'm the area diocese priest.
The call came through from your pc,
couldn't get hold of the local priest.
I'm DS Cox.
This is Detective Inspector McPherson,
who is leading the case.
- [DI McPherson] Why is
the local priest unavailable?
- [Father Edwards] We all
have our personal lives Inspector,
even us priests need
time away from the pulpit.
- Thank you for coming Father.
I thought the church had
closed the door on me,
and Angela.
- [Father Edwards] It's all right Kathryn.
What do you mean?
- Mrs. Cross was telling
us all about her daughter
before you arrived.
Please continue. Mrs. Cross.
- I believe Angela has
been cursed, possessed.
I tried to seek help from the church,
but they wouldn't do anything.
- Possessed?
Like is in the devil? (chuckles)
- Yes.
Her behaviour has
been erratic. It's not her.
She's been cutting herself.
She frantically scribbles
and draws awful images and
says the most terrific things.
She killed her own cat and attacked me.
- Do you drink Mrs. Cross?
- I'm not a drunk.
I know what I saw.
I'm not insane. And neither's Angela.
- No one is suggesting anything Mrs. Cross.
But we need to be
thorough in our investigation.
If we're gonna find her.
Her behaviours,
what she likes, where she goes. Affairs.
May we see Angela's bedroom, please.
- Yes.
(drawers creaking)
- I think these guys have got more than
they've bargained for.
- Relax. Relax.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Okay, calm down.
- Why am I here?
What am I-
- Calm down.
Look, as I've said, we're
not going to hurt you.
Just relax.
(Angela coughs)
- Please. Just let me go, please.
- I can't do that.
Look at least have some water.
- Thanks. (sniffs)
- Look.
We can't let you go right now. Okay?
I'm sorry this even happened.
Look,
we're never meant to kill
anybody and we certainly never
meant to take a hostage.
I've got to ask, what were you doing there?
Why the hell didn't you run?
- I don't know.
I'm sorry.
- Don't apologise. It's not your fault.
I'm just putting this down okay?
Look, what's your name?
- Angela.
- Angela. Well, Angela, look, as I've said,
we can't let you go now, but
once this whole thing is over,
we will let you go. I promise.
Okay?
- What's your name?
- It's best I don't say.
- It's not like I can tell anyone.
- Trust me. It's safer for
both of us if I don't, okay.
- Don't you trust me.
- Right now.
I don't trust anyone and
I need you to be quiet.
- So where you from?
Do you have a girlfriend.
- I've asked you to be quiet.
- Why are you doing this?
- Which part of quiet don't you understand?
Sorry.
- It's alright.
I know you're not a bad person.
- I've seen you.
So why you're doing this?
- You wouldn't understand.
- I'm a hostage. That
doesn't make us stupid.
What's the stealing money gonna get you?
- Freedom.
Look, I was at a party, alright,
you know like an end of year party.
The rally team was celebrating
the end of the season. Okay.
- Rally?
You're a rally driver.
- I was.
Anyway.
Look, the sponsor invited me to the party.
So I went along.
During the night, his
wife made a pass at me.
I know I should have just said no.
Walked away.
But she was gorgeous, long brunette hair,
cracking figure.
So she took me upstairs.
I know I should have
said no, but I was drunk.
Okay?
Typical man thinking with
his balls instead of his brain.
Anyway,
Whilst we were up there, she.
- She what?
- She taunted me.
All right.
She said, is that all you've got?
And I hope you drive better than you fuck.
She made me feel pathetic laughing at me.
But I knew what she was doing.
She was trying to provoke me.
I knew what she wanted. So you know what?
I fucking gave her what she wanted
and she wasn't laughing anymore.
Oh, no, no, no.
She was fucking screaming.
And you know what?
She loved it.
The slut fucking loved it.
Yeah.
It was fun.
Up until two days later,
when the sponsors rescinded the
offer and said, if I
didn't pay them 25 grand,
they'd go to the police and
said, I fucking raped her.
That's what the money gonna buy me.
- So you wanna buy your way out.
- I want justice.
I want my life back.
- Why don't you come untie me?
- What?
- I won't escape. Promise.
If the police come, I'll tell
them that you helped us.
- I can't take that chance.
No.
- Perhaps you prefer me all tied up,
helpless.
- I can't.
- Pity, I'd be very grateful.
- How grateful?
- No one would ever find out.
We're all alone.
No one will know anything.
- Is that right?
- I am not fucking smacked.
- You saw nothing.
- How do you know you
weren't even fucking there.
I know what I fucking saw.
- Well how come I haven't
seen anything then eh?
- You had your head shoved
up your own fucking ass.
(Eddie grunts)
If we were in the ring
I'd fucking have you.
- Enough.
We're not gonna get anywhere
if we turn on each other.
We're supposed to be a team.
- A team, a junkie, a rapist
and a fallen from grace
pacifist some fucking team.
(Eddie grunts)
- You forget yourself, son.
Now leave Eddie alone.
And you, calm the hell down.
(Dean sniffs)
(Ryan gagging)
- What the fuck?
What the fuck.
- [Eddie] You fucking
bitch. What have you done?
Jesus Christ. Oh my God.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
(Angela spitting)
- [Dean] Frank, what do we do?
Frank, for fuck sake.
- I've been waiting for you Father.
- Hey Eddie. Get the body outta here.
- [Eddie] Ready to get
the fuck outta here now.
Should have fucking
killed her when we could.
- Shut the fuck up.
- He's dead. Do you
not see the fucking blood.
- I'm not fucking blind.
Once you dump the body, we'll
come back and get the money
and get the fuck out of here.
- Did you do it?
- Yeah.
He's well hidden.
- Poor bloke.
Where's Dean?
- He's outside trying to get some fresh air
and calm himself down.
- You really think your
actions will save you.
Fools.
(Angela screaming)
(all the men groan)
Guilty men will fall.
- Dean. Get the car.
(Angela laughs menacingly)
I'll get it myself then
you stay and watch her.
- Fuck that.
- Listen,
we've opened Pandora's box
here and there's something evil
inside and we need to stop it. Okay?
(Angela screams)
(Frank groans)
- Jesus.
What the fuck.
Frank?
(both grunting and groaning)
- I'm gonna get the car.
- What? What? Why?
Fuck you, Frank.
- Look, you stay here and when I get back,
you and Dean can go.
Take Ryans share.
I have to do this.
- Ah fuck this shit.
Fuck it.
- [Eddie] What are you doing?
- This is way more than we bargained for.
I've taken the lot.
Collateral.
No, That's my fucking money too.
- Try fucking stop me cunt.
(gun thuds against Deans head)
(Dean groans)
(punch thuds) (Eddie grunts)
(punch thuds) (Dean grunts)
(Gun fires) (Dean grunts)
- Oh my God. Eddie, what have you done?
- Get away from me.
- Eddie.
Put the gun down.
- I still hear them Frank, voices.
I could hear them talking
to me. Please, Frank,
make them stop.
- Eddie. Don't listen to the voices.
Just lower the gun.
- Stay away!
- Okay Eddie, we can work this out.
Lower the gun.
- Shut up, shut up, shut up!
(ominous music)
(gun fires)
Go in peace. My son.
What of me?
What is my sentence?
- Purgatory.
A suitable sentence for a murder.
- Who are you?
- Who are you?
Do you not remember?
August.
That's it Father.
Do it. Take another innocent life.
You are weak.
Scared and weak. I win.
- Your judgement will come.
(punch thuds)
(engine turns over)
- [Dispatcher] This is 2 85.
We are responding to
a report of shots being
fired at Rising Sun Farm.
We are further gunshot request back up.
We've now seen the
suspect car leaving the scene.
- Are these the drawings you
were talking about Mrs. Cross?
- Yes.
Some of these sketches
show very disturbing images
Mrs. Cross.
Could your daughter be
suffering from post traumatic stress
from something she's experienced
or witnessed in the past?
- No.
- Some of these sketches show faces.
Men.
Do any of these look familiar?
- This one, I mean, I'm not sure.
It looks a bit like Father Halloren.
- [DI McPherson] Father Halloren?
- Uh huh.
- Sorry, I didn't wanna
say anything in front of
Mrs. Cross as it might add to her distress.
When Kathryn mentioned that
her daughter might have been
possessed, just started to think.
- Was this going somewhere Father?
- Father Frank Halloren.
He looks after some of the
smaller churches in the area.
I've been trying to
contact him for a few days,
but nobody's heard
from him for over a month.
The thing is, Frank's somewhat unstable.
- What do you mean unstable?
- 15 years ago, Frank
was involved in an incident.
The former priest, Tom Campbell,
took it upon himself to perform
an exorcism on a young boy
at the family's request.
The church wouldn't sanction
the right to be performed.
The church wouldn't sanction
the right to be performed.
However,
Tom managed to convince
Father Halloren to preside over
as an assistant in the endeavour.
Sadly, the boy didn't survive.
He died from malnutrition.
Tom Campbell was convicted
of manslaughter in jail.
He committed suicide shortly after.
Frank was exonerated with
any wrongdoing as Campbell
took full responsibility.
But Frank has never been the same since.
- All of this happened in the area?
How come I've never heard
about any of this before.
- We had to keep it quiet
for the grieving family's sake.
I mean if the press found out about it.
Well, it would raise
questions about the church.
Regardless of the fact that
Tom acted independently,
the damage, the scandal
like this caused the church.
Anyway, Frank started to distance himself,
kept blaming himself.
He started to become depressed.
He's clerical duties in these services
have started his suffer.
- Gov,
possible sighting of the
vehicle leaving a crime scene.
The girl may be a hostage in the car.
- Right? Constable, you
stay here with Mrs. Cross.
Father Edwards, you're coming with us.
I wanna know anything and
everything about Father Frank
Halloren.
Jim, we're moving.
Walters, we've had a possible sighting
Father Edwards is accompanying us.
Show him at the car please.
- Yes, Gov. We're just parked down here.
- Walters. Wait.
Did you hear anything from the neighbours?
- Just a few sightings of the
girl roaming around at night.
Seems she's a sleepwalker. That's about it.
- DS Cox to 2 85 come in.
- [Dispatcher] 2 85 To
dash Cox receiving over.
- Do you have visual
on the suspect car over.
- [Dispatcher] Negative suspect car exiting
Rising Sun Farm down Kings Road North.
Black Golf with two
possibly three in the car.
One is believed to be
the girl hostage over.
- Did you see which further went over.
- [Dispatcher] Negative? We
have lost sight of the car over.
- We've lost them. They've slipped the net.
(turn signal blinking)
- Pull over.
Where's Frank's Church.
Where?
- St. Aidens just outside of Dilston.
- All units head and for
St. Aidens Parish Church,
Dilston suspect possibly
two on route with hostage
in a black golf. McPherson out. Go.
- Gov, no sign of the vehicle.
Traffic is setting up a cone.
- What, there's been no
sighting to them. No witnesses?
- Nothing.
Have you told us absolutely
everything Father Edwards?
- Yes. Might be in one
of the other churches.
Maybe.
- How aren't all the
other churches locked up?
- He's a key holder to
several to keep costs down.
One priest care takes
for a number of churches
in the district.
- How many?
- [Father Edwards] Seven. Eight.
- Come on.
Constable, keep an eye on Father Edwards.
Don't let him out of your sight.
Split the armed response teams.
Check every church on the list.
Walters, is your fire
arms training up to date?
- Oh yes Gov.
- Show him a weapon.
- We'll take Snods edge.
Remember, this is a hostage situation.
The young girls life is at stake.
Anyone spots them,
I wanna be informed immediately.
On your way.
- Just you and me now Father.
The time has come for your final service.
- Lord your mercy, hear my prayer.
- Lord is listening to you.
- Christ have mercy.
Lord have mercy.
- There is no mercy for murderers of men.
- Christ graciously hear
your prevalent servant.
(Angela groans)
- There is no God.
- Father, Son and holy Spirit.
- I am the only God.
- Help us here on Earth.
God by that all is Holy.
Just in caring.
Save this innocent, tormented child.
And banish to demon
back to the depths of Hell.
God.
- Your pathetic ritual (Frank praying)
has no power over me. (Frank praying)
There is no God.
Your pathetic rituals - Turn back the Evil
- Holds no power over me. - On your foes.
- You're a Liar. - In your Faithfulness
- A Murderer. - Destroy them.
- You have no honour.
- As your loyal servant,
once lost and now found.
I'm willingly offer
myself as your sacrifice,
as your praise came.
Lord, for it's goodness.
- You're a liar.
You have no honour.
- God, redeem for the
world have mercy on us.
God, (Angela shouting)
the Holy Spirit have mercy on us.
Holy Spirit in one God.
Holy Mary, pray for us. (Angela shouting)
Forgive our sins Oh Lord.
Appearance spare us from your vengeance.
Wrath on your sins.
I cast you out defiled spirit
with more then power of its enemy.
Every spectre from hell
and all the spirits of torment.
In His name, our Lord Jesus Christ.
- There is no Christ.
- Be gone and stay far
from this creature of God
- There is no God.
- For it is He who commands you.
He who is has fell from
the headlong heights of Hell.
It is He who commands you.
(Heavy breathing) (Frank praying)
(Angela groaning) (Frank praying)
(heavy breathing) (Frank praying)
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
I cast you out. (Angela groans)
(suspenseful music)
(music drowns out DS Cox)
- What? We searched all the churches.
Have we missed something?
- Do you think Father
Edwards was hiding something?
This is turning into a
bloody wild goose chase.
Look, we have traffic on the case.
There's a helicopter out looking for them.
They're bound to pick them up.
Gov.
- Take a look at this.
- What is it?
- [DI McPherson] What do you make of that?
- Due to diocese restructuring
the following churches were
brought under the responsibility
of the parish priest at
St. Aidans Church.
What am I looking for?
- The address.
- That's not far from here Gov.
- Let's get in the car. Call
it in all units to Portin road.
(music drowns out DS Cox)
Walters, get through dispatch tell them-
I can't Gov.
I've been trying, but there's just static.
- I'm just getting static as well.
Look, we've got the weapons.
Let's just go.
Come on Gov. We can't wait any longer.
- Okay?
Okay. Walters head for the old Vicarage.
- You're weak.
Confess to me, father, confess your sins.
You're guilty.
You have lost your faith.
- You are lying.
Lord, hear my prayer.
Let my cry be heard by you.
- How many innocent are
gonna suffer at your hand?
- Shut up.
Shut up.
(car doors slam)
- It's the one by the bus stop.
- Cox, go around back.
Walters you're with me.
(gate creaks)
(doorknob clicks)
- Lord, please forgive me.
Forgive me.
(music intensifies)
(chains rattling)
(door knocking)
(door creaks)
- Cops, fuck.
(music intensifies) (DS Cox groans)
(Walters groans) (neck snaps)
I cast you out.
(gun shot)
(sombre music)
- I can't see.
- Control officers down.
- Lord, remember me this day.
Father Halloren, drop the gun.
- I give my life to you.
- Drop the gun. Now, Frank.
- Please, have mercy on me.
(two gun shots)
(frank groans and gargles)
Forgive me.
- [Radio] DI McPherson. This is control.
We've been trying to
contact you for the past hour.
What is your location?
(intense music)
(creepy music)
(sombre music)