The ghost of Susan Lloyd, secret lover of Wynn Ellis,
owner of Whitstable Castle, roams this graveyard at night,
furious that Ellis's wife is laid to rest
beside him for eternity.
So close to Halloween, we may chance to glimpse
Susan's vengeful spirit.
Oh, God.
Shush.
I can't believe you dragged me along to this.
Bet's a bet.
I told you that burglary was staged.
We could duck out now, get the first round in.
No, Charlie would be so disappointed.
This is our Halloween tradition.
How is Charlie?
I don't know.
He seems different. - Different?
How?
A bit lost.
Mr. Cranage used to proper freak
me and my mates out as kids.
God, he's so weird, really believes all this stuff.
Did you hear that?
Happy Halloween, Mike.
Mm-hmm.
You should have seen his face.
I can imagine.
I'm glad you had fun.
Oh, yeah, lots of fun.
Did you enjoy yourself, young man?
Yes, we did.
We had a brilliant time.
Thank you.
Then my work here is done.
My old bones crave the comforts of home,
so I shall bid you all good night.
Good night.
Good night, Mr. Cranage.
Thank you.
He's gone now.
Are you scared?
Oh, wait!
Mr. Cranage, your hat!
Hello, love.
I'm getting too old for this.
I'd much rather be at home with you.
Cheers, my darling.
Jacob.
Eleanor!
Who's there?
♪ There once was a place with my little lovely ♪
♪ Wey, hey, ho
♪ And I'll sink and I'll search ♪
♪ And I know that I'll find it ♪
♪ Wey, hey, ho
♪ I know the wind she blows
♪ I know the tides are low
♪ But you'll find me at the white post ♪
♪ You'll find me at the white post ♪
He's got a really nice smile.
Maybe you should take him trick or treating later.
Hello, Whitstable.
- Pumpkins done. - Oh, good.
You can help me with this, then.
That's great. Thank you.
We'll see you then. Bye.
That's it. Our last table's gone.
We're now officially fully booked.
Oh, well done, Ruby.
Ah, she's really going for it, you know?
Special Halloween menu, all over the social--
she's a natural.
Oh, do you mind if I do these in a bit?
I wanted to grab a word with Ruby.
I was just hoping to pick up a few extra shifts.
Oh, right.
Not because you want to spend a bit more time with her, no?
No.
You do know, Charlie, that Ruby's
really busy at the moment.
She's working her fingers to the bone.
Bless her.
Well, then she'll be glad for the extra help, won't she?
Yeah, go and ask her. Why not?
Thanks.
Hey.
I know it's Halloween and everything,
but you look dead on your feet.
I'll be getting up at stupid o'clock for a wild goose chase.
Still nothing?
Not even a fingernail.
Well, I made a few calls.
Turns out Mr. Carnage has previous.
A few months ago, he made a call to 999
saying a demonic spirit possessed his house,
was scratching up the walls and trying to get him.
Turns out he just had rats.
Mr. Carnage, where exactly did
you see this person digging?
Uh--I--
I can't remember.
Something seems a bit off.
Couldn't be more.
Dad?
Dad.
Are you okay?
Ian, what are you doing here?
You left us a message, Jacob.
Remember?
We only picked it up this morning.
I've been trying to call you.
I take it you're Mr. Cranage's son?
I'm Ian.
This is my wife Freya.
DCI McGuire.
This is DS Martell.
Can we, uh, have a word?
Be right back, Dad, okay?
Are you aware that your father reported
someone burying a corpse?
I'm so sorry.
He doesn't mean any harm.
Are you saying he made it up?
Of course, he did.
Not intentionally.
Dad's always had an active imagination.
But recently, he's been getting confused.
Why?
His memory's been playing up.
That's why we've driven down here.
So you don't live in Whitstable?
Goodness, no.
Not since I was a teenager.
Your father seemed perfectly fine on the ghost
walk yesterday.
Jake has been running the tour since Ian was a child.
He could do it in his sleep.
Dad's not in trouble, is he?
It's fine.
Why don't you take him home?
He must be exhausted
Thank you so much.
Mm-hmm.
We're done here.
Guess who.
What are you doing?
Sorry.
Um, can we talk?
I'm a bit busy here, Charlie.
Maybe we could catch up tomorrow, then?
Yeah, I've got rehearsals.
Right.
Hey, didn't Dolly say she still needs someone
to be a Captain von Trapp?
You'd have to ask her.
I will.
Cheers, Ruby.
Happy Halloween.
Should we contact Social Services?
What for?
Well, he's clearly not coping.
Oh, God.
Look, just leave it to his son.
We're going to have enough on our plate today.
What can I get you?
Heard you've had a busy morning.
Went down on the beach.
Jacob Cranage dialed 999 last night.
You mean Creepy Carnage?
Charlie, he's harmless.
They said that about Hannibal the Cannibal.
Yeah, well, reckons he saw someone burying a body.
Weirdly, there was nothing there.
Or maybe it was just some kids winding him up.
You know, pranking Creepy Cranage's a Whitstable
Halloween tradition.
Since when?
Always?
Oh, come on.
He owns that freaky house on the edge of town.
We used to knock on the door and run on the way home,
throw eggs and flour at the--
at the windows.
Well, this was years ago.
Whatever happened last night, I had nothing to do with it.
Yeah, but you used to prank a harmless old man.
Yeah, when I was a kid.
I don't--I don't do it anymore.
Right.
Well, that's decided.
You can come with me later.
Where?
I'm going to take Mr. Cranage's hat back to him.
You can come with me and explain
this is probably a prank.
Think of it as atonement for past sins.
Seriously?
Unless you're still scared of him?
'Course not.
We should share our location with Dolly, right?
Just in case we don't come back.
Don't be so ridiculous.
Look, maybe we can just leave the hat by the front door
with a note, yeah?
No.
Mr. Cranage, it's Pearl Nolan from the Whitstable Pearl.
Me and my son Charlie, we were on your Halloween tour
last night.
My hat, it was a gift from my wife.
You left it at the restaurant.
I don't want you to get in trouble with your missus.
Oh, thank you.
But she's not around to notice anymore.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
My son Charlie had something he wanted to say to you.
Oh?
I--
Would you like a cup of tea?
Yes, thank you.
Sorry, I'm behind on the old housekeeping.
Oh, you and me both, Mr. Cranage.
Oh, call me Jacob.
So what you're saying is that what I saw last night
was some sort of a prank?
Well, yeah--
No, I saw a body.
Well, the police searched the beach.
What, are you saying I'm making it up?
No, no, I'm not saying that, no.
I'm sorry.
It's been a bit difficult since--
since my Eleanor got sick.
But I'm not mad.
I know what I saw.
It's just kids messing around, you know?
It's nothing personal.
Oh, yes, it is.
I know what you think of me, even my own son moved away.
Oh. Is that Ian?
I went to school with Ian.
Yes, Ian and his wife Freya.
They scurried off back to their hotel.
She didn't even tell me she was pregnant, my first grandchild.
Look, do you want to show us where it happened?
Yes.
Is something wrong?
The light was coming from the fisherman's shelter.
That's what I told the police.
Um, that's this way.
Everything looks different in the daytime.
Unless you mean the old shelter,
the one that burnt down.
Oh, I think maybe I do.
Let's have a look.
Why do you hate Halloween so much?
Halloween is nothing but an excuse
for adults to act like kids, kids quite like animals.
If it was up to me, I'd ban the whole thing.
Well, I reckon the vicar might agree with you.
Someone broke the padlock to the cemetery gate last night.
Anything missing?
Not that he mentioned, probably just teenagers
wanting to hang around a gravestone, tell scary stories.
I rest my case.
This is it.
This is definitely it.
Okay.
Well, you catch your breath and then--
Mom!
Just wait here a minute, Mr. Cranage.
Right.
Someone's definitely been digging.
Take some photos, Charlie.
I think we should go back to the house.
Well, aren't you going to--
We are, we are.
But, uh, I think you should get some rest.
You got a spade I could borrow?
Yes, in the shed.
I can't believe you're getting me to do this.
What if there's actually a dead body down here?
It'd be a great story to tell at parties.
Yeah, or a horrible story to tell a therapist.
Oh, this is pointless.
If there was a corpse here, it's not here now, is it?
Yeah.
Hang on.
Tire tracks.
Let's go.
Hi, just getting, uh, his, uh,
his [stammering] tennis ball.
I hope you find it.
What are you looking for?
Bingo.
Afternoon. I got your message.
Is this going to take long, because the zombie
apocalypse is about to start.
Listen, I went to see Jacob earlier.
Turns out you were looking in the wrong place.
You found a body?
Well, no, but I could see where someone had been digging.
And then I tracked this down, the CCTV footage from
a property on the access lane.
Is it one of those videos where a scary face
pops up and screams at you?
Because I'm not in the mood.
No, look.
This was taken 15 minutes before Jacob called 999.
It's a car.
Yeah.
Look, male driver, female passenger.
But later, when the call came in, spot the difference.
No passenger. Okay?
Right.
So where did she go?
Because that lane only leads to the beach.
You know there's a million explanations for this, right?
Yeah, that he killed her, and he
tried to bury her on the beach, but Jacob interrupted them.
Look, when we were down there earlier,
we saw this bloke walking his dog,
and he was looking for something.
It was this guy from the car.
I'm sure of it.
Jacob Cranage said he saw a quad bike with a trailer.
So where's that?
He could have hidden it till the coast was clear.
I'll get Nikki to run the number plate.
That's all I'm promising.
All right?
I'll keep digging, then.
Oh, I see the vultures are circling.
What do you mean?
That's Jacob Cranage's daughter-in-law, Freya.
The other one's an estate agent.
Oh, you think she's got an eye on his house?
It's got to be worth a few quid.
And from the way she was acting earlier,
I don't think she's planning to buy a holiday home.
I'll, uh, let you know about that number plate.
Oh, why'd he lie about what he lost?
Hmm.
Guilty conscience?
So what now?
Yeah, I'm going to check this out.
Can you go back to the house, keep an eye on Mr. Cranage?
Why? What for?
It's Halloween.
I don't want him on his own all day.
He's already freaked out.
Come on.
I'll join you as soon as I've looked into this.
Deal? - All right.
Also, while you're there, tidy up the place a little bit,
will you?
You saw the state of it.
Mom!
Thank you.
Kuldeep Das?
DCI McGuire, DS Martell.
Can we, uh--can we come in?
Are you busy?
Oh, it's, uh, food coloring.
I'm making, um, Halloween cupcakes with the kids.
They--they're vegan.
It's good to know.
What's this about?
Where were you last night around midnight?
I was here.
Can anyone confirm that?
Yes, yeah.
I, uh--actually, no, uh--
uh, my wife and kids were
at my sister-in-law's for the night.
I had some work to finish, so I was here by myself.
You didn't pop out anywhere?
No.
Why?
We're investigating an incident on Whitstable Beach
last night.
Near where you were walking your dog this morning, in fact.
How did you know I was walking my dog?
So you weren't there last night?
Sorry, what kind of incident?
Did you lend your car to anyone?
Len my car?
No.
For what exactly--
Your wife home?
No, [stammering] she's not.
Let's have a chat inside, shall we?
This you?
Yes.
And the woman?
Is she your wife?
Who is it then?
I don't know her name, not her real name, anyway.
So you were driving down a country lane at night
with a woman whose name you don't know?
Look, whatever I say it were, it won't go any further, right?
We can't guarantee that, Mr. Das.
It depends what you tell us.
We moved from London after the pandemic,
wife wanted to leave the city, a better life for the kids,
you know?
Well, since then, things between us,
they, uh--they have not been great.
A witness claims a serious crime took place last night.
We've got video evidence placing you near the scene.
And when questioned, you lied about your whereabouts.
So I need you to get to the point.
What are you doing here?
Same as you, I bet, seeing what our dog
walker was up to last night.
Uh, excuse me.
It's appointments only, sorry.
And I don't do couples.
Oh, cozy.
Right, you're not in any trouble.
Too, right. I'm not.
I've not broken any laws, sweetheart.
Is this you in the car?
Yeah.
He's a regular.
He had the house to himself, so he took me back there.
When we were done, he dropped me in the car park
at the end of the lane and zoomed off.
They're always like that after.
Guilty conscience.
So when you finished with Mr. Das, you came back here
and you walked along the beach?
Yeah, that's right.
Did you see anything suspicious?
Not that I can recall.
Thanks for your time.
Oh!
I did nearly get hit by one of those quad bikes,
if that counts.
Quad bike?
Where exactly?
Oh, it came up off of the beach into the car park
as I was walking down.
Bloody things should be banned.
You see their face?
No, it was too dark.
Any idea what they were doing down on the beach?
Duggee?
Thank you.
Thanks.
So what next?
CCTV showed a woman go missing.
We found her, alive and well.
There's no evidence that crime took place.
Well, she saw a quad bike.
And I did find where someone had been digging, so that means
Jacob wasn't making it up.
Look, I accept he wasn't this Kuldeep bloke.
But that doesn't mean someone else wasn't getting rid
of a body.
Mr. Cranage said, whatever it was was wrapped in a sheet.
It could have been fly-tipping, for all we know.
But what if there is a body somewhere?
Find it and I'll investigate.
Until then, you're on your own.
I know you don't want to hear this.
I'm sorry, but he weirds me out.
It's not like you want him there any more than I do.
Yeah, I know.
But he's my dad, so I'm not going to leave
him to fend for himself.
Don't you think you should go and get Charlie?
Oh, he's all right over at Jacob's.
Leave him there for a bit longer.
What? We need him here now.
I'm teaching him a lesson.
Dolly, I need a favor.
What is it?
Charlie wants to audition for Captain von Trapp.
Charlie?
I need you to say no.
What?
Why?
Since he's been back, he's been following
me around like a lost puppy.
I need some space.
Don't you think you should tell him that?
I was worried that's what you were going to say.
Okay, are you ready to order?
- Oh. - Ian.
- Good to see you. - How are you?
Good.
We went to the same school.
I bet the house prices have gone up
since you were last here, eh?
Sorry?
It's just I saw you earlier with the estate agent.
I didn't think there was any harm getting a rough valuation
for the house.
So rather than him live with us,
you prefer to just go around my back?
I didn't go through three rounds of IVF
so our child would have to share their nursery
with your father.
I mean, would he even be safe around a newborn?
He just gets a bit confused.
It's more than that, and you know it.
Look, if we can sell the house, we
can use the money to get him a place down here where he'll
be properly looked after.
He'll never agree to it.
So we get Power of Attorney.
Shall I give you a few more minutes to decide?
They're a happy couple.
Mm, arguing about Jacob's future
without bothering to ask Jacob what he wants.
I'm sure he'd rather live in his own house.
Mm, more him than me.
That house has always given me the heebie jeebies.
Where are you?
You said you were coming back.
Yeah, I am in a bit.
Can you ask Jacob for his date of birth?
I want to talk to Social Services,
see what support they can offer him.
He's gone upstairs for a nap, I think.
Well, there's a pile of letters in the hallway.
Do you want me to have a look through, see if I can find it?
Well, only if one of the envelopes is obviously open.
His NHS number will do.
I thought his wife was dead.
She is.
That's odd.
Most of these letters are addressed to her.
There's a final bill for a hospice in Canterbury,
says she discharged herself two months ago.
Well, that's weird.
Charlie, are you there?
Mom.
Great.
Ian, sorry, weird question, but where's your mother?
Um, she died when I was 10 years old, accident,
fell down the stairs.
Sorry, yeah, I do remember that.
No, I meant--
Eleanor, Ian's stepmom.
She's in a hospice.
Right.
Well, apparently she's not.
She discharged herself a couple of months ago.
Well, she must have gone to stay with friends or something.
Okay, well, maybe you should call her?
I've got her number.
I'll phone her.
Do you want me to get that?
Mr. Cranage?
Are you okay?
Hello?
Mr. Cranage?
The person you have called is unavailable.
We'll try again later.
Don't worry about it. Good to see you, Pearl.
Okay.
Aren't you concerned?
No, she'll turn up.
If you'll excuse us.
Bye.
Mr. Cranage?
Oh.
Hello?
Mr. Cranage?
Mr. Cranage, let me out.
Let me out, Mr. Cranage!
I checked the online register.
There's no death certificate.
All right, I'll call our bank,
see if her card's been used.
It'll have to be tomorrow.
What?
We've got zombies passing out in the street,
idiots breaking into graveyards, two Draculas
fighting over a Corpse Bride.
It's chaos, Pearl.
Right, isn't Charlie there?
Can't he get it to us?
His phone is dead.
He's fine.
I'll--I'll go up there and ask Jacob myself.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
Nikki said that that house was haunted.
Been nice knowing you.
Charlie?
Welcome to the Whitstable Ghost Tour.
I'm Jacob Cranage,
your guide to the realms beyond the grave.
The restless souls of the departed are all around us.
Some think that death is the end.
I know it's just the beginning.
- Hello? - Help!
Charlie!
Charlie? - Mom?
Is that you?
What's going on?
I think someone died in here.
Okay, I'm going to get you out, all right?
You shouldn't be here.
Where's Eleanor, Jacob?
I don't know.
I'm so sorry.
It's okay.
I'm so confused.
Tell us what you remember.
Eleanor had only been home a couple of days.
I knew she was still in pain.
I wanted to call the doctor, but she wouldn't let me.
She told me she--she wanted to be at home together.
But the next morning when I woke--
She died.
Why didn't you call anyone?
I don't know.
When Ian's mother died, I barely
had a chance to say goodbye.
It will go away so quickly.
I couldn't let that happen with Eleanor.
I wasn't ready.
Eleanor never minded my eccentricities.
She was the love of my life.
Every day, it became harder to pick up the phone.
It didn't seem right.
She wanted--she wanted us to be together.
I suppose I lost track of time.
But last night--
Go on.
she disappeared.
After I called the police, I went upstairs and--
and she--her body had gone.
Had anybody else been in the house?
No, I don't think so.
Oh, it's such a fog.
You came.
And it was after.
And Ian and Freya visited.
When was that?
I can't think straight.
When I saw you in the room, I thought maybe you'd--
I'm sorry, Mr. Cranage.
I don't know where your wife is.
Where's she gone?
How sure are you?
Well, it's the only thing that makes sense.
We just can't prove it until we find the body.
Okay.
So where do we start?
If you had to hide a body, where'd you go?
Well, I'm not telling you.
I might need to do it one of these days.
Very funny.
Come on.
Where?
I don't know.
You could dump it at sea.
But you'd need a boat for that.
Are there any pig farms nearby?
It's not that easy to hide a body.
Believe me.
You'd have to hide it in plain sight.
Go on.
Where did you say it got broken into last night?
All Saints churchyard.
Charlie, you okay?
Uh--
He's all right now.
But he was a bit freaked out.
He was actually really good with Jacob afterwards.
Here.
Look, this is a fresh one.
Mike?
I'll call it in.
I think we're going to have to have
a word with Mr. Cranage's son.
Yeah.
We came to the house.
And Dad had fallen asleep in front of the TV.
I had a key, so we let ourselves in.
The place was a right state, so I decided to tidy up a bit
while we waited for him to wake up.
I went upstairs, and Eleanor was there on the bed.
She--
Why not just call the police?
I panicked.
I mean, she clearly been there for weeks.
There was an empty medicine bottle.
I was scared that--
That your dad helped end her life?
Maybe.
I don't know.
I didn't want him getting arrested.
He wouldn't cope.
And I didn't want Freya to see, not in her condition.
So you came back later while your father was
out running the ghost tour.
You took the body, tried to bury her on the beach.
But you got interrupted.
So you broke into All Saints and buried her there instead.
I didn't think anyone would ever find her there.
And it's a graveyard, right?
So no harm done.
Wrongfully disposing of a body
is a serious offense, Mr. Cranage.
Tell me something.
What did you think would happen when people realized
that Eleanor was missing?
I didn't think.
Me and Dad, we've not been close for a long time now.
He married Eleanor so soon after Mom died.
I was angry at him.
But when I found Eleanor's body, none of that
seemed to matter anymore.
He must have been through hell.
I mean, how would you feel if that was your wife?
You'll have to make proper arrangements
with an undertaker.
But at least you'll have somewhere to go,
somewhere to talk to her.
Ah.
What would I do now, hm?
Should we call Ian?
Didn't mean to cause all this trouble.
They were just trying to help, Jacob.
I know.
Jacob, we've had a talk.
It's not safe for you to be here by yourself.
And with a baby on the way, we just
don't have the room for you to come and stay with us.
But we want you near us.
So we've looked at residential homes.
And we live close by, so we can come
and visit you all the time.
It means you get to see your grandchild growing up.
That sounds nice, doesn't it, Jacob?
I like that.
I feel a bit bad for him.
Hm.
Might be for the best if he's out of that house,
though, fresh start.
Um, I'll leave you two alone.
How about that talk?
Yeah.
Such a shame.
They were a lovely couple.
Sometimes you just find yourself with the right person
at the wrong time.
Hey.
Fancy a drink?
Mm.
Uh--yeah.
Here's to surviving Halloween.
It's not that bad, is it?
It's just people having a laugh.
It's not really that funny, though, is it?
Corpses, death.
You mean if you've lost somebody?
I get it, why Jacob kept that body.
Really?
He can do nothing.
Tell no one, you can pretend it didn't happen.
Then you can't move on.
She was the love of his life.
Why would he want to move on?