The Pale Horse

- Mr Easterbrook? - What is this? Why am I here?

It's because of Jessie, because of her list.

- She was on to them, the witches. - It's a scam!

They kill to order.

For money!

There's a girl standing next to you, a girl with a red handbag.

Mark...

It would never have lasted with the first Mrs Easterbrook.

It was infatuation. The old demon lust.

Why are you throwing your clothes away?

I hit a cat.

Delphine went there.

She went to them, those three?

By autumn, he will be married to someone else.

Everyone on that list is dead, Mr Easterbrook!

They're coming for us!

- They're coming! - Mark...

- There you go, madam. - Thank you.

You've just caught me before my next cruise.

You now, you're not the first antique dealer to pay a call,

wanting to buy my late husband's collection.

I'm deluged.

Then I must make a special effort to seduce you, Mrs Tuckerton.

Yvonne.

Mark.

You and I are both part of the same, very exclusive club.

Are we?

Which club?

The Pale Horse.

I use them all the time.

Get a discount for being a loyal customer.

They are very odd.

They are.

Did you get the same letters?

We all do.

"There is an obstacle blocking the path to your happiness

"and prosperity.

"We can remove it."

Oh, they do that all right.

And how they do it.

I know. Gives you a shiver.

How do they do it?

- You said... - Yeah, I lied.

- You're hurting me. - Are you going away

because questions are being asked about your step-daughter?

She had a bleed on the brain.

She drank too much and took drugs.

And now she's dead, you'll inherit everything.

How do they do it?

I'm devastated, there are too many painful memories.

- How do they do it? - You're hurting me!

Tell me.

Witchcraft!

What do you want?

Your friend, David, went to the Pale Horse.

He had his Aunt murdered.

David would never do that.

Clemency had endless relatives.

But who inherits?

It's going to be us next.

It's coming.

They're coming.

There's a question mark after my name.

A question mark, does that mean nothing's going to happen to me?

My hair's falling out.

So is yours! I, I can see it on your shoulders.

Someone wants you dead.

Someone's paid them to put a curse on you.

Curses flying on reeking wings! For us!

I don't believe in magic.

I don't believe in it. I believe in science.

You know deep down I'm right.

You just can't bring yourself to admit it.

You know, the worst thing about all this, the worst,

is you, talking at me, breathing on me.

That's the worst thing.

Don't ever come here again.

Our lives are ticking away while we do nothing!

I didn't hear you come in.

No, I'm stealthy.

How was your day?

Oh, I went shopping.

Ah.

What have you been spending my money on?

Nothing.

I did buy a bottle of scotch, though.

So you can have a drink.

I'm getting the hang of being a wife.

I'm in the bedroom.

I got your suit back from the cleaners.

The one you said was covered in blood.

There wasn't any blood.

So, where were you?

Who is she?

What are you talking about?

You threw your clothes away!

I watched you do it.

Sorry, why would I throw away a perfectly good suit?

Well, that's what I'd like to know because you certainly didn't

hit a cat.

A cat? What cat?

The cat! We had entire bloody conversations about the cat, Mark!

Mr Tiddles!

Are you just going to stand there and lie to me?

No.

All right, I hit a cat and I threw my clothes away.

No, that's my point, you didn't hit the cat!

Hermia, I'm lost.

I don't even know what I'm supposed to be agreeing with.

That's your good suit, is it?

Your good suit that you didn't throw away because you like it

so bloody much.

Goodbye, lovely suit, that you like so much.

You lied about throwing it out and hitting a fucking cat in it!

There.

Now it's fit for the rubbish, isn't it?

Clemency died.

I had to call David and tell him to come back and bury her.

She died?

Yes, she died.

You're still taking your tablets aren't you?

I'm not angry.

I'm just worried.

I know that my Redeemer liveth.

And that he shall stand at the latter day upon the Earth.

And though after my skin, worms destroy this body,

yet in my flesh shall I see God.

When I shall see for myself

and mine eyes shall behold and not another.

I thought she'd live forever.

I really did.

Her poor heart.

Shall we, er, get out of here for a bit?

They've gone off somewhere.

Use a fucking ashtray,

you bitch!

Well, this is charming.

Is there some reason you brought me down here?

I didn't want us to be heard.

Oh, I know what this is about.

You're divorcing Hermia.

Well, about time.

I told you it was too soon.

Those three women at the funeral.

You paid them to cause Clemency's death.

Oh, Mark...

Don't.

Just don't.

I swear I'll pop your eyes out of your fucking head

if you keep lying to me.

I know.

I know.

I know you had her killed.

I had to.

She wouldn't bloody die!

The money, the house, everything.

It should have been mine years ago

but she wouldn't bloody die.

She kept giving everything away!

To donkey sanctuaries, Mark!

Fucking donkeys!

My inheritance!

I mean, I was fond of the old girl, but there are limits.

When I told you about that list, you,

you made a joke of it, you, you told me I was obsessive.

What was I supposed to say?

I should get out of town, maybe leave the country?

It wouldn't make a difference.

Not to them.

If you're cursed, you're cursed.

They're witches.

Well, you tell me what they are!

They don't even need an address, they just need a name.

And you never say the words, kill or murder or, or dead.

And when it's all arranged and paid for, you get a date to go to them.

It's innocent.

It feels like nothing's even happening.

You're just saying a name.

Getting their fortune told.

That's all.

And then...

It's done.

No-one touched her, no-one hurt her,

she, she wasn't scared so...

It's really not that bad.

This is my life.

You arsehole!

Someone's put a contract on me.

What do I do to stop it?

I don't know!

What, are you scared?

They don't even leave their house, so yes, I'm scared of them.

What about the law, does that not scare you?

Why, should it? All the letters are burned.

I paid by banker's draft.

If it wasn't for that list, there wouldn't be a paper trail.

No-one would put it together.

It's just people dying like people do.

Like I'm going to.

I can't help that.