(dramatic music)
- How are we supposed to concentrate? Just look at him.
- Dr. Callaghan?
- Hello again.
Pretty Ophelia.
- [Lucy] Do you know who he's married to? Roisin Mulvery.
- [Ophelia] The writer?
- Hello, I'm Roisin.
You might know Michael, my husband.
- I'm looking for Michael.
- Michael's gone.
- [Ophelia] He's in Ireland?
- The souls of all the faithful departed.
(dramatic music continues)
- Michael, I'm pregnant.
- [Michael] This is Ophelia, she came from Roisin's agency.
- Who's Ruth, what does she think you've done?
(dramatic music)
(panting)
(somber music)
Do you want me to carry on?
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪
(eerie music)
(breathing hard)
(wind whipping)
(eerie music continues)
- Ophelia, what are you doing in here?
- I couldn't sleep.
- Well come on, it's freezing.
What is it?
- I saw her.
- Who?
- Roisin.
(dramatic music)
I saw her tonight before you came up.
I looked out of the window, across the drive,
she was there, standing by the trees.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- I don't know, because it's mad.
I mean, of course she wasn't there.
Of course she wasn't there.
I don't know what's happening to me, Michael!
- Listen to me,
it's normal.
You're pregnant, you're overtired, it's dark.
This place can be creepy, let's be honest.
- I can't stop thinking about her.
- Let's not talk about this right now, please.
- It's the guilt, I can't bear it.
- It was an accident.
- But we set in motion, the whole chain of events.
We betrayed her and we were punished.
- I thought you didn't believe in any of that stuff?
(stammering)
(sighing)
- I don't know.
- It was an accident.
A terrible, unfortunate accident.
And if it had anything to do with divine retribution
it would've been us that would've suffered, not her, us.
- You're right.
Yeah, of course, you're right.
I'm sorry.
- Have you read that one?
- It's the only one I haven't.
- It's the first one she wrote.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
(Michael groaning)
- [Micheal] Jesus!
- Maybe you should get it.
- I'll get on the first flight I can, yeah.
And he's still there, right? Okay.
You'll stay with him, won't you?
Thank you.
I'll come over as soon as I can.
Yeah, no, yeah, just straight away.
Thanks.
(soft music)
- [Ophelia] Who was it?
- A friend of mine in Cambridge, Matthew.
My dad's been taken to the hospital.
Collapsed in the house, apparently.
- Oh God.
Micheal, I'm so sorry.
- [Mary] Hello?
- Mary, can you talk?
- Hello?
It's nobody there?
- Mary, it's Michael.
- [Mary] Michael, is that you?
Sheila, it's Michael. Michael?
Michael?
- Yes, yes, for God sake, yes, it's me, it's Michael.
Listen, I have to go to Cambridge, my dad has taken ill.
- Oh Jesus, what's happened, is he all right?
- No, it's fine, he's gonna be fine.
- [Mary] Will you tell him I'll light a wee candle?
- Okay, I will, listen.
- [Sheila] Who are you lighting a candle for?
- [Mary] It's Hugh.
- Michael's Hugh? - Mary!
- Aye, he's taken bad.
- God love him.
- Who the hell are you talking to?
- [Mary] I have Sheila around for breakfast.
- Listen to me.
I need you to do me a favor,
I need you to check on Ophelia when I'm gone.
- She's still there, is she?
- Yeah, she's still there.
Look, I didn't want to leave her, trust me.
It's bad enough people talking about her here,
but I can't have her with me in Cambridge.
Not until I know my Dad's fine.
- She'll be grand, sure.
- She's seeing things.
- [Mary] What things?
- Roisin.
- What?
- She said she saw Roisin.
- [Mary] Christ, Michael, how can you have got yourself
into all this?
- She's scared, that's all, she says she feels better.
- I'm just popping to the loo.
- Just keep an eye on her will you?
- I have to go Michael, I'll check on the girl.
(sighing)
(soft music)
(toilet flushing)
- Everything okay, Mary?
- Aye.
- You checking I'm washing my hands now?
- Go on back down.
- Can you hear music?
- I left the radio on. You head on down.
- Oh.
(soft music continues)
(door lock clicking)
- [Sean] I think JuJitsu's gonna throw one up, all right?
- I'm making tea, do you want one?
- Yeah, thanks.
Is Michael about?
- He's gone back to Cambridge.
His dad's not well, he'll be back soon.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
Should we press on with the work or?
- Yeah, of course.
- All right.
It's a shame.
I was gonna say you should both come down
to the pub this evening.
We have a wee music night.
Roisin used to love them.
- No, I don't think so, I'm not feeling great.
- Sure, I'd look after you.
- That's what I'm worried about.
(smirking)
Look, if you change your mind.
(hammer clanking)
- [Alice] Mr. Callaghan?
- Yes.
- [Alice] I'm Alice Milton,
I've been looking after your father. - Hi.
- Are you both family?
- No, no, no, I'm just a friend.
- It's fine, please.
- So your father came in last night.
He had suffered what's called a transient ischemic attack.
A kind of miniature stroke, but with no lasting effect
it's not too serious in itself,
but as I explained to your wife,
it can be a warning that something more serious
is on the horizon.
(dramatic music)
- My wife?
- Yes. He can go home whenever he's ready.
We'll see how he is in a month or so.
The important thing is that he is not left alone
for any significant length of time.
Mr. Callaghan?
- Yes, thank you. Sorry.
Oh!
Is he okay to fly?
- Where?
- Ireland, I wanna take him home with me. - Short flight's fine.
- Thank you.
Hi, I'm Hugh Callaghan's son.
The doctor said he had a visitor.
- Yes, last night.
- Who was it?
- [Nurse] Your wife.
- [Matthew] Oh my God!
- [Nurse] Is something wrong Mr. Callaghan?
- My wife is dead.
(dramatic music continues)
- [Man] Did you miss your car?
(people chatting)
(engine roaring)
- [Man] There you are!
(wind whooshing)
(door banging)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
- [Ophelia] I'm such a huge fan, I just love your books.
- [Roisin] What are you doing?
(dramatic music)
- I thought I could smell her.
(gasping)
It's as though she's right here with us.
- I didn't know you were in.
- Michael asked me to drop by, check you're okay.
- There's no need, really, I'm fine.
- This is where she used to write.
My favorite of all the rooms in the house.
Sometimes, if she was working late she'd sleep here.
(suspenseful music)
But not that night,
if only she had.
- It's terrible what happened.
- When I went to see her
I could smell it, her perfume
through the black soot on her,
I could still smell it.
(dramatic music continues)
I'll make us a wee cuppa tea.
(sighing)
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary Mother of God
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary Mother of God
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, amen.
(dramatic music)
(people chatting)
- Northern clubs are...
- [Man] I don't know, who is she?
(people chatting)
- Sean!
- Hello, I've been sent to make sure
this wee girl gets herself into bed.
- No, put me down, my mama says
that I can stay up for the music.
- [Sheila] She said no such thing. Come on you.
- How's it going?
Sorry I'm a wee bit late.
Didn't think you'd come.
- I had to get out of the house.
- Yeah, well, I'm glad you did.
- [Matthew] It's so strange.
- Isn't it just?
- Do you think it coulda been a journalist?
- Why would it be a journalist?
- She was a successful writer.
You managed to keep that whole thing so quiet
maybe they thought that was something should...
- What?
- She didn't, God, I don't know how to put this.
- Tell me, what?
- Well, she didn't do it on purpose, did she?
- It was an accident, she had too much to drink.
- I know.
Of course, I just, I thought that might explain it.
You know, why you didn't tell me.
(Michael scoffing)
- I did tell you.
- After the funeral, Michael.
You know, I would've liked to have gone, she was my friend.
- This isn't about you, Matthew!
I lost my wife, for Christ sakes, come on.
- I know, I know, I'm not getting at you.
- I wasn't thinking straight.
- Of course you weren't.
I just,
I could have helped.
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
(people chatting)
- Do you really think someone was pretending to be Roisin?
- Aye, unless you believe in ghosts.
- But who would do that?
- I don't know.
(dramatic music)
Hey,
your brother's still a consultant
at the hospital isn't he?
- Yeah, that's right.
- You think he can help?
- He will if I ask him.
- Will you,
for me?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
(upbeat music)
(people chatting)
- Why is everyone staring at me?
- They're not staring at you.
You might be a little bit more relaxed if you had a drink.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- Sorry, that did sound a bit weird.
- I'm pregnant.
- Oh, thank God for that.
I just thought you might be an old craic.
(upbeat music continues)
Is it Michael's?
- Mary tells us you're helping with Roisin's things.
- Her estate, yes.
- God, I still can't get over it.
They were that in love.
Michael was mad about her, you should ask Sean.
Sean will tell you.
He just won't be the same again.
- If nothing else, she's got great timing.
- How did you know?
- Oh come on, I'm not simple.
- Please, don't tell anyone.
- Well, if I was going to I would've by now, wouldn't I?
- I don't know.
- Look, it's none of my businesses, is it?
Look, I hope yous two can work it out.
(door banging)
(dramatic music)
You're getting the full experience tonight.
- Who's that?
- Knockdara's very own psychic healer, Cloda O'Donnell.
- Is she really psychic?
- What do you think?
She lost her little boy as a baby, which destroyed her.
Went to a commune in Nepal, I think,
and when she came back she said she could
commune with the dead.
- But Sheila believes it?
- No, aye, it's deadly serious.
Sheila sees her once a week without fail.
Sheila's husband died in a car accident years ago, long ago.
Cloda claims that she can talk to him.
Now I think it's a bit mad myself, but who knows?
Maybe it gives Sheila some comfort.
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music)
- You know, at the risk of sounding on grateful,
it seems strange to be celebrated as an exciting newcomer.
As my husband, my eternally patient husband,
Michael will tell you,
- [Man] There he is.
- it's been nearly seven years
since I started disappearing into my study
for hours at a time.
Now who knows? Perhaps he enjoyed the peace.
(all laughing)
Thank you so much, I'm so honored, thank you.
(audience cheering and applauding)
- I found it so, what's the word? Particular.
- Thank you. It's so good to meet you.
- Has anyone spoken to you about film rights?
- No, should they have done?
- Yeah- - Excuse me
just one second, please.
- [Nick] Sure.
- Could I?
- What is it? He was asking me about film rights.
- Let's get outta here, I wanna celebrate on our own.
- I can't, Michael, don't be crazy.
- When I saw you up there I never wanted you more.
- Stop it!
- Come on, I have to have you.
- Michael, no.
I have to talk to this guy.
(people chatting)
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Aye, sorry about that.
- No, no, of course.
- [Roisin] Nick, this is my husband, Michael.
- Ah, how do you do? Nick Lawrence Random House.
- Michael's a writer too, he's just finished his first book.
- [Nick] Oh really?
What's it called?
- Actually, I'm gonna go back to- - "The Road to Hell."
It's the most fantastic coming-of-age story.
- You must send it to me.
- I might just do that, Nick, thank you.
I wanna go back to the hotel.
- [Roisin] Okay, I'll see you back there.
- Okay.
Prick.
- Oi, Michael, come here.
Who's a prick?
- Publisher guy, Nick Lawrence.
He asked me to give him a copy of my book.
- That's good isn't it?
- I already gave it to him six months ago,
obviously made quite the impression.
- Oh dear.
(smirking)
- Christ, I sound pathetic.
- No, you don't.
- No?
- No, not at all.
(both chuckling)
- Thanks for coming over Ruth.
I know how much Roisin appreciates you.
- Just, oh Michael, I'm so thrilled for her, you know?
It's amazing.
- Yeah, me too.
And who knows?
Maybe at some point today
I might even get to tell her as much.
- You feeling a little bit left out?
- Very.
I need a lot of attention, you know?
- Oh, you poor thing, you.
(soft music)
♪ They took her away and they put her in the jail ♪
♪ Weela weela walya ♪
♪ They took her away and they put her in the jail ♪
♪ Down by the River Saile ♪
(all applauding)
- Well, you did well.
- I've never felt so English in my life.
- Ophelia.
(suspenseful music)
That's right, isn't it?
- Yes.
- [Cloda] I understand you might want to talk?
- No, I think there's been a mistake.
- I'm rarely wrong about these things.
I can come to the house.
That's where she is after all.
- Where who is?
- Roisin.
Of course.
Whenever you're ready.
(suspenseful music continues)
- Don't let her freak you out.
- I'd like to go.
- Oh, there's nothing in it,
it'll be your money she's after.
- No, I want to leave. Please.
- Yeah, okay.
- Hello?
Mary?
(kettle whistling)
- There you are, I wondered where you'd got to.
I was just making tea.
Will you take a cup?
- I told you, Mary, you really don't need to stay.
(suspenseful music)
- It's all right, I know everything.
I know about you and Michael.
Let's not tiptoe around, things are better out in the open.
Look, it's done now.
Nobody's blaming you.
(suspenseful music continues)
Michael said you're to have this.
It's no caffeine in it,
you're not allowed caffeine, apparently.
I'm sure it's all mad.
I had a couple o' Guinness every evening
when I was pregnant with Roisin, it's good for the iron.
These days you're not even allowed a proper cuppa tea.
- I think I'll take it upstairs.
See you in the morning, then.
- That you will.
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- [Michael] Hello.
- [Matthew] Michael, it's Matthew.
I can't get you on your mobile.
- [Michael] It musta died.
- [Matthew] I couldn't wait until the morning.
Are you near your computer?
- Yeah.
- [Matthew] I sent you an email.
I spoke to my brother about what happened
and he spoke to the security and well, open the link,
see for yourself.
(dramatic music)
Do you see?
- Yeah, I see.
Thank you, Matthew, leave it with me.
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(fire crackling)
(coughing)
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Ophelia panting)
(suspenseful music)
(shoes clacking)
(knocking on door)
Ruth, I know you're in there.
What are you doing in the dark?
- I was just leaving, come in.
Michael, why didn't you tell me?
- Yeah, sorry about that, we didn't tell anyone.
- I had to read about it in the paper.
- I thought it was for the best, you know,
didn't want a circus.
- A circus? She was my best friend.
- She was my wife.
Can't you even try to understand that?
Do you have anything to drink?
- Yeah.
Sit down.
Why are you back?
- My father's gone to the hospital.
- Oh my God, is he okay?
- Collapsed at home.
His carer found him.
I saw him this morning, he's okay, he's a little frightened.
- What?
- He had a visit last night from Roisin.
- Roisin, what do you mean?
- Please, no, let's not.
He's an old man Ruth, a very confused, sick old man.
- I'm so sorry.
- [Micheal] Are you?
- [Ruth] I didn't mean to scare him.
- [Michael] What did you mean to do then?
- When Matthew told me what happened
I went straight to the hospital.
It was out of hours,
I knew they wouldn't let me speak to him
unless I was a relative so,
I signed her name, I mean, I wasn't thinking.
It was stupid, I know it was stupid.
- And what was it you wanted to discuss
so urgently with my father?
- I was worried about him.
I wanted to make sure he was okay.
- You are a saint, Ruth, you really are.
- It's the truth.
- I'm gonna ask you again,
what was it you wanted to discuss with my father?
- The last time I heard from Roisin she called me.
We'd had an argument earlier that day
so I didn't want to speak to her,
but, she left me a message.
She was so upset.
Just ranting and rambling.
I mean, I couldn't make out most of what she was saying,
but, I do know that she was frightened of something.
The next day I went round there but I was too late.
She was gone and so were you.
Then I hear she's killed in a house fire, I mean,
there's something about this story
that doesn't quite sit right with me, Michael.
- Who cares how it sits with you, Ruth?
Who the hell do you think you are?
(dramatic music)
- All right, I think you should leave.
- You said that to me before, do you remember?
- What?
- In Ireland, at Roisin's awards,
you said that to me before.
- The night you tried to kiss me?
- Oh come on, you were flirting with me all night,
those big eyes begging me to do it.
- [Ruth] My God, you really are something else, aren't you?
- You were always jealous of her.
What was that, exactly?
Did you think you could have her life.
Did you think you could have me, is that it?
- Don't be ridiculous.
- I'm ridiculous, you the one going around
impersonating my dead wife.
- That's not what that was.
- Wasn't it?
It's in the register at the hospital,
it's in black and white.
Which one of us are they going to believe, I do wonder?
- Will who believe, what are you talking about?
(dramatic music)
- Don't go near my father again.
- I won't.
- I thought we could sit in here by the fire.
Is that okay?
- Yes, it will be fine.
(dramatic music)
(birds squawking)
- Here.
- My grandfather built that house with his own hands.
- I know, dad.
- Now it's in ruins.
- It's not, it's fine, we're sorting it.
- Huh.
- Look, dad, there's something that you need to know.
When we get home,
there's a girl.
- What do you mean?
- The timing's awful. I know that.
- Christ, Michael.
What else has been going on?
- Dad, please.
(somber music)
- Did Roisin know?
- Yeah, she knew.
I told her just before the fire.
- Well that's why she'd been drinking.
That's why she was in such a state!
- She's always been drinking, Dad.
Always, she was impossible.
- She was your wife for better or worse.
- Don't you think I felt guilty enough?
I shoulda been with her that night, I know that.
Jesus, if I could go back...
I can't.
(dramatic music)
- I just wanted to see you
because I never believed in any of it before I came here.
I never believed in ghosts
or anything. - Shh.
Quiet.
When did you last see Roisin?
- I'm not sure.
A few weeks before she died.
- No, I mean, here.
You've seen her here.
- I thought I saw someone outta the window,
standing in the drive.
- And inside the house?
- No, it was just once.
(eerie music)
But there are sounds I hear.
How did you know I'd seen something?
- The man that built this place
shook hands with the devil himself.
A legacy like that lives on.
Bad things happen here.
She's not the first and she won't be the last.
(dramatic music)
- What is it?
- She's here.
She's listening.
(dramatic music continues)
- What does she want?
- She's angry.
- Why?
- Because of what happened to her.
(dramatic music)
- Cloda?
(pipes clanking and grinding)
- Your baby's in danger!
He's coming back.
It's not safe here.
- Please, stop, Cloda, you're scaring me!
(wind whooshing)
- They're here.
(dramatic music)
- Jesus, Micheal, it's like a icebox in here.
- Have you a wee something for me now?
- Oh, God, can I get it to you?
- I'm not a charity.
- [Michael] Hello?
- I'll get it to you, please, I promise.
- Look after yourself now,
and your wee girl too.
- Girl?
- Hello?
(dramatic music)
- Hi, sorry, I was out the back.
- Dad, this is Ophelia.
- [Ophelia] It's lovely to meet you.
- Sure.
I know you, do I not?
(clock ticking)
- How are you feeling?
- I'm grand.
I'd take a wee cuppa tea if you're making one.
- I'll bring it.
Go and sit by the fire.
- Hey.
How you been, you been okay?
- Fine.
- [Michael] No more scares?
- No.
- What's the matter?
- Mary was here and she said she-
- I know, I know.
I spoke to her.
I explained everything, she understands.
- How could she possibly?
- Well, I mean, she was angry at first,
of course she was angry, but,
Mary knows how hard I tried to make it work.
- It just seems so odd.
- Mm-hmm, yeah, she can seem a bit mad.
But she's a good soul. She is.
You don't have to worry.
You know, when I knew that my dad was okay
all I could think about was getting back to you.
You can relax now, I'm here.
(switch clicking)
(sighing)
- Michael, can we run to another log on the fire there, son?
- [Michael] We can, surely.
(dramatic music)
- What's that you got there?
- Nothing, dad, just take it easy, will you?
(pipes clanking and grinding)
(dramatic music)
(Ophelia wincing)
- Ophelia?
(dramatic music continues)
The house is dangerous, the fire, it infected everything.
Wiring, the electrics.
We think a bulb blew
and shattered glass ended up in some bath salts.
- Well that musta been a nasty shock,
but everything looks fine to me.
- Oh, thank God.
- It's quite common to experience,
occasional stabbing pain, or a wave of cramp.
It's often a shock, but it's nothing to worry about.
- Thank you, thank you so much.
- Now, would you like to know what you're having?
(soft music)
- [Ophelia] Yes, please.
- It looks to me like this is a little girl.
(dramatic music)
(cell phone ringing)
- It's the college, I'll be two seconds.
(dramatic music continues)
Hi, Mary.
- Any news, Michael?
- It's fine.
Yeah, it's fine, we've just been in.
- Oh, thank God, been lighting candles here all last night.
- It's a girl.
- Didn't I say?
Didn't I tell you it was a girl?
- Yeah, you said it.
- [Mary] Everything's prepared here.
(exhaling)
(suspenseful music)
(soft music)
- I thought I could deal with everything else,
with the house, with the nightmares,
(soft music continues)
but things were about to get so much worse.
(dramatic music)
♪ Ooh, ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪