Mr. Price.
Mrs. Foyster.
Well, not for long.
The reverend?
He's very poorly, confined to his room.
I'm sorry to hear this.
I must visit.
Please.
He would like that.
I must say I am surprised to see you back here.
You believed me?
You believed everything that happened here?
Because it is something that will live
with me for the rest of my life.
Without doubt what happened here
is beyond the realms of sanity.
Before this case I did not believe in the paranormal.
I could see through people, through their games,
I debunked them all.
The Borley Rectory changed my perspective completely.
She's still here, you know, waiting.
I can sense her presence.
I can sense her too,
but the rectory it's scheduled for demolition
and I feel that with its destruction
her secret will disappear also.
It wasn't just her.
Something else happened, something you don't know about,
someone I didn't tell you about.
But I thought you told me everything?
This was different.
I'm not sure if he was real or not.
He didn't seem associated with her.
Wait, a male presence?
Yes, but he seemed so real.
I'm sorry I cannot tell you the story.
Wait, Mrs. Foyster, you must tell me.
Marianne.
You don't realise what Borley Rectory has done to me.
It almost killed me.
It has weakened me.
I don't have long myself.
I must know the story.
In between the madness.
In between the light and darkness I saw him.
Who was he?
It was 10 years ago.
At first it was just glimpses in the corner of my eye.
Do you believe the energy of a place
can transfer to another location, object,
or even another time?
What you're saying is too fantastic to comprehend,
but yes I believe that the energy from a location
can affix itself to an object or indeed a person.
He has always been here.
He visited me a few times.
I'd reach out and there he was right in front of me
and then gone in a whisper.
It stopped nearly 10 years ago.
He never returned.
Why have you not told anyone this?
Mr. Price do you believe in love at first sight?
Why, in certain circumstances,
but real life is not some whimsical love story.
You wonder why I'm here right now?
Why I've come back?
Why yes.
Because I sensed he was back.
I was hoping to see him one more time
even if that last time was a goodbye.
You must be Lieutenant O'Neill.
I am.
- Are you Mr. Gibson? - I am Edward,
Edward Gibson, the gamekeeper around here.
- You own the land? - Heavens, no.
For now the land is effectively untended.
It was requisitioned by the army in 1940.
It's being used for training and such.
I see.
The cottage is further up the path here.
If you like we can go up together.
Sure.
It's really something isn't it?
Quite wonderful.
After the home office requisitioned the land
we rather thought it would be used for refugees.
- You did? - Yes.
Well, we didn't exactly expect it to be used for,
well, I don't actually know what it is being used for.
That's because it's classified.
Classified.
Oh I see.
Walls have ears and all that.
Well, it's got warm running water as well as coal.
It gets a trifle cold in the winter months
if you're here then.
I don't know.
My son, he helped to renovate
the cottage some time before the war.
The plan was for him to move in with his wife.
Well, I'm sure he'll get it back when all this is over.
Sadly he lost his life in Dunkirk.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
You wasn't to know.
King and country and all that.
It seems like I'm not the only in the dark then?
Is there a key?
I can have a girl deliver goods to your door
everyday if you wish, including the papers.
Sure.
My cottage is two miles further south on the road.
If you get stuck you can always pay me a visit
and I can see what I can do here.
Thank you.
Your leg, it still gives you trouble?
Yes, I expect it would.
I took some shrapnel in the side.
Some wounds have a habit of lingering, don't they?
I'm curious why you didn't
get posted back to the United States?
Thank you, really.
Of course.
Would you like me to walk you back down the path?
No thank you.
Have a nice day.
Is that the full transmission?
Over.
It is, over.
Any idea of cypher or code?
Or do you believe it's just chatter?
Over.
Could just be chatter.
I'll spend some more time on it.
See if they keep talking.
Over.
Okay, good work.
Over, over and out.
We'll be west out 48, coordinate 17 niner.
322, my position 323, 481, well just, over.
Those who cling to worthless idols
turn away from God's love for them,
but I with shouts of graceful praise
will sacrifice to you.
What I have vowed I will make good.
I will say salvation comes from the Lord.
- Jesus. - Sorry, I,
sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
No, that's all right.
Mr. Gibson said I should be expecting a visitor.
- For me? - Mm-hm.
There's quite a lot here.
I don't need all this.
They said they'd paid for and...
You do speak then.
Here, I'll take these, but I don't need the rest.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
You're all on rations here.
What would I look like living like this?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
Mr. Gibson asked if you'd like more tomorrow?
Maybe every other day.
- You okay? - Yes.
Just very tired, sir.
Oh, please don't, Robert.
I'm called Robert.
Oh.
Laura.
That's a firm handshake.
It's the war.
I didn't realise you'd be American.
Well, we've gotta go somewhere you know?
I should go.
Do you think it's just chatter?
- Over. - I'm sure.
Over.
C.O. states that you
must be absolutely certain.
Over.
I am certain.
Over.
Okay, still continue to find patterns.
Over, over and out.
Those who cling to worthless idols
turn away from God's love for them,
but I with shouts of graceful praise
will sacrifice it to you.
Mr. Gibson.
How are you finding it old boy?
It's fine, perfect.
I'm on my way into the village.
Wondered if there was anything you wanted me to collect?
No, I'm fine, thank you though.
Of course.
- Is that all? - Yes.
- Mr. Gibson. - Yes?
The girl, Laura, she seemed spooked by coming here.
Oh.
- I see. - You do?
Is it a bother?
No, it's no bother, it's just...
This area has something of a reputation you see.
A reputation?
Yes.
It's all a little embarrassing
and I would rather not indulge it.
If it is a problem I can discuss it with Laura.
I wouldn't Laura to get into trouble.
I can assure you she won't be.
- Just a firm word. - No, no, she's fine.
Everything's fine.
It's just, I'm just curious.
Have you explored the area?
I have.
The ruins, right?
Is that what it is or was it a church?
A rectory in fact, dear boy.
- A rectory? - Yes.
Is there a story there?
Just perhaps stay away from there.
What happened to it?
Very well.
It burned down in 1939 before the war.
- Burned down? - Yes.
Now that is all I am happy to answer.
And why is that?
Because I don't like indulging fantasy.
I must admit I do find that Americans
can be a little eccentric.
Thanks.
But if you really want to know what the fuss
is all about then I would suggest speaking with Laura.
And ask her what?
Why she finds the place so scary.
Have a nice morning.
Now I'm thinking this...
What are you...
I put the stuff away for you.
I'm sorry I scared you.
- It was fine. - No, it isn't.
My dad, he was like that.
Nightmares?
He would try and stay awake for as long as possible.
He reached the point where he was too terrified to sleep.
Too terrified to sleep.
At least I haven't got to that point yet.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...
No, please, it's fine.
I'm sorry I woke you.
I was just...
I don't know.
What's that radio equipment for?
I can't tell you.
Really?
There's pads in there written in German.
What are you?
- You think I'm a spy? - No.
If you were I don't know what
you'd want to spy on around here.
It's a listening post.
We can pick up on German transmissions here.
Like military?
Maybe.
Most the time it's just chatter,
other times it's music or comedy.
- Comedy, really? - Mm-hm.
Germans have comedy too.
Can I ask about your leg?
Anzio
Got it in Anzio.
My fiance, he's in Burma.
I haven't heard from him in two months now.
Anyway I should go.
Wait.
Why don't you like this cottage?
You'll think me silly.
No, no.
The look in your face, that's fear.
What have you got to be so scared about a place like this?
Nothing.
What is it?
It's really nothing.
It's the rectory right, the nun?
Jesus Christ you're shaking like a leaf.
What is it?
Laura please.
Please, sir, don't go digging around in the past.
No good will come of it.
There you are.
You look as if you've hardly slept a wink.
I haven't.
You saw something didn't you?
Have you?
Laura, please.
Yes.
What did you see?
I must leave this here and go.
It's the cottage, right?
You're terrified of this place.
The fear in your eyes is,
well, I haven't seen fear like that since I was over there.
I have to go.
"Those who cling to worthless idols
"turn away from God's love for them,
"but I with shrouds of graceful praise
"will sacrifice onto you.
"What I have vowed I will make good.
"I will say salvation comes from the Lord."
You've heard those words as well, right?
That prayer, you've heard them as well?
Okay.
Okay, and you've seen her too, right, the nun?
Yes.
Then tell me about it, all of it, please.
Thank you.
It was before the war.
Mr. Gibson's son, he was looking after the house,
wanted to build a...
Anyway, look maybe I should go.
Please.
He was away for a while tending to the lambs or something.
And?
I heard her, the whispering, the praying.
And then I could see her.
She was standing in the doorway, her back to me, praying.
As quick as I saw her she was gone.
Gone?
I was white as a sheet.
I pleaded with Gibson.
I thought that it was like an omen, a bad omen.
What do you mean?
My grandmother, she was,
she was superstitious.
She believed in whatever this is
and she always said that whenever
anything like this appeared it was like...
Like something bad was gonna happen?
Yeah.
And did it?
We went to war didn't we?
Laura, I'm not gonna lie, I did see something,
but we went to war for a lot of different reasons.
Are you telling me that she's the reason
why Germany invaded Poland
or why there was Pearl Harbor?
No, it's just,
it's like it's drawn to misery.
Look, you wanted to know what I saw and I told you.
I'm sorry.
For what?
I don't know, making you feel uncomfortable.
Look, this cottage, the area, all of it,
it has a history.
History?
Yes.
That wasn't the first time I saw her.
There was another?
Borley Rectory, it was a house, a grand house.
The villagers served those that lived there,
my mom included.
There was a fire, a huge fire.
And it burned down.
I was there, with the Granvilles,
inside the fire started and we all got out.
My mom made sure I was out and safe on the grounds.
My mom left me with the nanny
while she went to help the others put the fire out.
Everyone was so focused on the fire they...
She was in the window.
The nun?
Watching, calm, like serene.
Just watching it all burn.
Then she saw me.
What did she do?
She did this.
Shh.
What?
It was like her warning to not say anything
and now I have, and now something will happen to me.
- Laura... - No.
I should go, I should go.
I shouldn't have, but I gathered as much stuff as I could
about the area, the things that happened.
Books and stuff.
And you kept them?
I'd very much like to read those books.
So this is how they do things in the United States is it?
No, no of course not, sir.
I'll be outside.
You have 10 minutes to have yourself ready.
Sir.
Ah, now you're befitting an officer of the uniform.
I wasn't expecting a visitor, sir.
Should I have waited for an invitation?
No.
Of course not, sir.
When your superiors transferred you
to the Allied communications unit
they assured me that you were the best man for the job.
Based on what you've achieved so far I'm inclined to agree,
however I'm also mindful of the fact
that they made no qualms about you being transferred.
Things like that give me pause.
As indeed does a faint smell of alcohol.
No, no, no, don't worry, we're at war.
A chap may do anything to steady his nerves.
The question is do you take it too far?
It's just to steady the nerves, sir.
Right.
That's my guarantee.
Guarantee?
We're at war, boy.
In war there are no guarantees.
There are several listening posts like yours.
Their positions up and down the countryside of Britain
allow the best possible chance
of intercepting German transmissions.
Your work here is important, vital.
I see.
It was your expertise in languages
that made you the best man for the job.
Thank you, sir.
What was your background before the war?
Science.
Science and languages.
Right.
Well, you've another five months out here, that's all.
It would help to know what
I was listening for in particular, sir.
Listening for?
Well, you listen, send us the codes.
We interpret them.
And that is a strictly need to know basis only, old chap.
Right.
Planning something big aren't we?
Well, I best be off, old chap.
Keep up the good work
and remember to report anything and everything.
- Understood? - Sir.
Razor six zero to five six, over.
We just got five aggressive bombers heading west
on 48 and 48 17 niner...
481, we'll adjust, over.
What the hell are you doing here?
You need to leave.
Excuse me.
Leave.
Listen, old chap, if you really are
working for the military you need to take a moment.
There's a war on.
You smell like a brewery.
Just go.
I think your superiors need to know what's happening here.
Wait.
What?
Do you want to help me?
I don't think I do.
Find me this man.
Mr. Price, you don't know me,
and I understand that this letter may come out of nowhere,
but I feel like I must write to you
with the utmost urgency.
I fear I may have uncovered something
truly awful in this area.
This site that you once investigated.
I implore you for help.
I need your help.
Mr. Price.
- Your morning mail, sir. - Thank you, dear boy.
Lieutenant O'Neill.
Good god, Harry Price.
Your correspondence, it intrigued me.
Would you like a drink?
Tea would be splendid, thank you.
Should I even be here?
I work for Allied communications
listening in on German transmissions.
I see.
Sounds like complicated work.
It is.
And not without its difficulties.
Lieutenant...
- Robert, please. - Thank you.
So shall we talk about what's been happening to you?
Of course.
Sorry, I'm American and tea isn't exactly our forte.
Starting at the beginning is difficult.
What brought you here?
Mr. Price, I'm still governed by the Official Secrets Act.
I'm not asking for details, dear boy.
I merely wish to know how you ended up here.
I was transferred by a recommendation.
I'm an expert in languages, specifically German.
You are?
I spent some time in Germany before the war.
Before, him.
I see.
It's not enough to understand a language.
To know another language you need to know the culture,
how they interact, how they love, how they...
You don't see them as the enemy?
No, no, Hitler, yeah.
He's a monster.
Most of German high command are monsters too,
but the soldiers, they're just young men like us.
Us?
Me.
I'm sorry, I'm just nervous.
I read your book by the way.
Well, glad to hear it.
I'd like to know more about Marianne.
And what would you like to know?
- Well, who was she? - Was?
Is, she's still alive, dear boy.
Is she?
Why of course.
I see.
And after that, that was when I decided to write to you.
I see.
So what's your opinion?
My opinion?
Well, I need to gather my thoughts.
No, no, please, Mr. Price,
instinctively what are your thoughts?
That this is the work of a fantasist.
You're joking, right?
I'm afraid not.
A fantasist?
Robert, I say this not to antagonise you, but to...
There are two schools of thought,
one, that these events are indeed real,
or that they are the work of the deluded or liars.
So I'm a liar?
I don't believe you are.
Okay.
I believe in life after death,
but unlike my peers I cannot merely rush to a conclusion.
To have blind faith in a subject.
You require no proof merely to believe.
I need more than that.
I know, I read your works.
In the cases you investigated,
several of them you yourself proved to be hoaxes,
but Borley was different wasn't it?
Borley was different.
You believed it was real?
There were certain events that took place that,
yes, I couldn't disprove.
Then what about me?
Your case is slightly different.
Slightly?
Well, Robert, I cannot merely believe you.
I must examine the facts.
All right, then what are those?
You are an alcoholic, are you not?
I...
And I believe you are still suffering
from a form of shell shock.
I'm...
And you forget I've seen that face before,
the faces of the young men returning
from France in the Great War.
Mr. Price...
It's all over your face, Robert.
It's etched like trenches.
Go on.
This area, the books, the photograph,
the transmissions, all of these things,
they impair your ability to reach a logical conclusion.
Mr. Price, I won't deny any of that,
but I did see something.
Time is short.
I believe that it's urgent medical help you require
and to return to the United States.
You're leaving?
I'm afraid I must.
As I say, I cannot help you.
Mr. Price, in your book you yourself
said that you must investigate all possibilities
before coming to a conclusion.
And?
You've listened to my story
and you've seen the evidence of my state of mind,
but you still haven't seen anything for yourself.
Right.
Then stay here.
One night, that's all I ask.
And if nothing happens?
Then I will request immediate transfer
and demobbing to the U.S.
Is that your word?
Absolutely.
Very well.
Thank you.
But if I'm right?
Yes.
Robert, in order for me
to help you I need to know something.
Yes?
What exactly happened over there?
The same thing that happens to everyone else.
I believe your story is different.
What?
The German solider, the woods in Italy.
You said you were separated from your platoon.
- I ran. - You ran?
We were supposed to be storming this German post.
They cut us to ribbons.
Machine gun fire, Molotovs.
It was like we were rats in a barrel.
I stood in the middle of this gunfire and I ran.
I see.
My entire platoon was cut down.
And I escaped only to have
a German soldier stumble across me,
but that wasn't the worst of it.
My platoon commander, he thought I just got separated
and rewarded me with gallantry.
But I ran like a coward.
You're no coward, Robert.
You merely did not wish to die.
I'd been in combat situations for two years before that.
Not a problem.
But in that moment I...
The body has a point of no return, Robert.
A point where it can take no more
and that point is different for each person.
And you think that was it for me?
I'd reached my point?
I believe so.
Well, what about you then?
Where's your point?
I hope I never reach that point.
Okay.
Robert?
Mr. Price?
Mr. Price, what is it?
My heart.
Did you see something?
You saw something in the garden, didn't you?
Was it the nun?
You can see me?
Yes.
Am I dreaming?
There's only one way to find out.
Usually when your hand touches mine you disappear.
I usually wake up.
Mr. Price,
look, do you really think you should be?
You're right of course, dear boy.
You know, it's not often that one in this field
experiences something that chills you to the bone,
but today I fear that is the case.
So it was her then?
There's a theory that it's not the houses
that are haunted, but the people.
The people?
Have you never wondered why some families,
they can experience such terror,
yet others see nothing?
I've never really thought about it.
The people, from the other side or wherever,
it's as if they survive on the heartbreak of the living.
It's upon you like a shroud, dear boy.
The heartbreak, the horrors of the war.
So what am I, a divining rod?
I don't quite know, Robert.
We're on the very edge of science.
There is no actionable evidence, merely what we perceive.
Look, Mr. Price, if you're not gonna take this...
Robert, I feel your case requires further investigation.
You needn't worry, Lieutenant.
I'm not spying.
Who said I was worried?
It is the Deutschland
you're at war with, not Austria.
I know, but last I checked Hitler was from Austria.
Of course I have been vetted
by das Englander government.
But not by mine.
Robert, Rudi is here to help.
I don't doubt that,
but the sort of trouble I would be in
having civilians in here, least of all a German.
- Austria. - Well, whichever.
Robert, you do want to be helped don't you?
All I know is the kind
of punishment treason carries.
Well, what is the price for your own sanity?
Excuse me?
You have not been sleeping.
The eyes, they never lie.
- I have been sleeping. - Nein.
You've been walking the grounds at the Borley Rectory.
For how long, hm?
Any ideas?
Look...
If you want to turn me away that is fine,
but I think I may be your best chance.
Robert, Rudi is one of my most trusted colleagues.
I will vouch for him personally.
Robert, I am not a spy.
Okay.
Okay, what next?
Next, next we should start at the beginning.
That is quite a story.
- It's not a story. - Oh, but it is.
At least to others,
they will think it's a story, will they not?
I don't know what it is.
Rudi, what are your thoughts?
Robert is experiencing something I have no word for.
What do you mean?
It isn't just seeing the nun is it?
It's Marianne in your dreams and in the flesh.
The general consensus is that the dead haunts living
not the living haunting the living.
Can you help me?
I am not sure.
What?
You've seen her too?
The nun, yes.
What is the basis for this nun?
Ah, now you see the unpublished story goes
that the nun, she becomes pregnant.
Now naturally due to her faith
her crimes exact the most severe of punishments.
Is that who it is, this nun?
I believe that most entities of the afterlife
often lack awareness of what they are.
They are, what is the word, more emotive.
What do you mean?
A man dies, for example, of old age.
He passes peacefully.
There is no pain.
His emotion is less emotive.
Therefor he's less likely to interfere with the other side,
with our world.
Think of the most powerful emotions, love.
Hate.
Fear.
A pregnant women murdered by the ones she trusted
in the name of the God she loved.
Think of the pure hatred that must've
filled her heart at that precise moment.
Oh my god.
Yeah.
Indeed.
Looks like I'm in your hands, Rudi.
It is my plan to induce a trance into Robert
pushing him into a dream-like state.
With each tick you will feel your body
slowly drifting into sleep.
We shall begin.
There she is.
You must make a contact with her.
Reach, reach out to her.
Reach out.
Quickly, before she leaves.
Robert, you must control your feelings.
Let go.
Yeah.
Seek the answers.
Nein.
She is getting away.
Who is this?
That is not her.
She is not the one you seek.
Don't hurt me.
This one is possessed.
She's possessed.
Is this what you wanted to show me?
An innocent woman murdered.
How she doesn't know peace yet, is that it?
It's not just her is it?
She has a child, and her child, an unborn child.
Both of them, each.
But maybe I can help.
I know what I have to do.
It's you.
You're Marianne.
I'm not sure why I'm here today.
Something flashed through my mind, a vision.
For her.
I came for her.
- The nun? - Yes.
- She needs to be at peace. - Exactly.
She wasn't vengeful, she wanted help.
I'm here to finish her story.
I have felt her presence for so many years.
Her cries for help echoing through
these now saddened corridors.
You've been in my dreams too.
We're connected, all of us.
We both need to help her.
She's here.
Whoever you were.
This cross is for you.
Why us?
Maybe all three of us were lost in some way,
you, me, the nun.