Dark Signal

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The supernatural.

It's our word for sh*t

we don't understand.

I was like you once...

a skeptic...

but now my eyes are open.

But like so many answers...

it just leads to more questions.

Are the good rewarded

in the next life?

Are the wicked punished?

Is there anything after this?

F***ed if I know.

Guess I'm about to find out.

Body of a third girl

has been found

in Snowdonia national park...

the police are still no closer

to discovering the identity...

six A.M. when hikers

came across the remains

of 23 year old grace may...

detectives are working

around the clock

in the Snowdonia area...

Here in this part of Snowdonia,

police have discovered

another body of a young woman.

So far there's no official

comment from the police,

but it's thought that

this could be another victim

of the wedlock killer.

Known for his savage

and brutal attacks,

each victim has

their wedding finger cut off

with bolt cutters.

This mysterious killer

has claimed five lives

in as many months.

With me today is officer Freeman

from the north wales police.

Officer Freeman,

could this be the work

of the wedlock killer?

I'm afraid I'm not able

to confirm or deny

that it is the wedlock killer

at this time.

I'm not at Liberty to comment

on the specific circumstances

of the victim's death, until

we've had a chance to complete-

hello?

Dad?

Oh, my god...

Jesus. It's you.

He'll be back any second.

You can't...

Please don't hurt me!

Hi, this is Duncan Slater,

calling for Laurie wolf

about the presenter job

at cruise radio.

We got your demo tape.

We didn't realize you were

actually gonna send it on tape.

Nice touch, very retro.

There's some good stuff

on there...

Listen, if it was up to me

you'd be heading up

our new breakfast show,

but it hasn't worked out

this time. Maybe if...

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Hi there,

Maggie from prestige here.

I really like your showreel,

it's so funny.

Sorry though, a bit edgy

for our listeners.

Have you tried cruise?

They'll love you over...

Message deleted.

Hiya, its Ben. Obviously...

So, the final show.

End of an era and all that.

Please try

and be on time tonight.

Some of us

would actually like...

Message deleted.

What a perfect setting

for a spine-tingling

ghost story.

Marek! Turn down the TV.

Actually this is

a ghost story...

but one with a difference...

one you must pay

strict attention to.

Every Halloween,

Eleanor the ghost

rises from her grave

to meet her friends.

Marek, it's too loud, sweetie.

Together, they will go about

their ghostly business...

Medicine time.

Here you go.

But this year,

something was different.

This year...

It's Saturday, miss Komisarczyk.

Just one more day.

That's all I need.

You've already used up

all the bank's good will.

Just another 24 hours.

What difference does a day make?

Okay... the TV for starters.

You silly ghost,

you've missed it by a day-

- Hiya.

- Hi.

It's not the best time

right now.

Oh. Everything all right?

Yeah, just...

Never mind.

Well, you look lovely.

I suppose you are going out

with him again, are you?

What can I say?

He's a real person,

not just a face on a screen.

I'm real.

I've only got

your word for that.

It was you who said it would

be a bad idea to meet up.

I'm full of bad ideas.

Anyway,

it's the last show tonight.

Remember you'll need

an old analogue radio.

Okay, I will try,

but I'm not promising anything.

You'll miss

my technical expertise.

Is that b*tch still presenting?

That b*tch is the best

in the north wales area.

Not exactly a claim to fame.

I just wouldn't know

what to say to her

if I ever met her.

Well, I wouldn't

hold your breath there.

Anyway, look, just promise me

you'll text me-

hi.

Who's that?

No one.

Looked like a handsome no one

to me.

Just an online friend.

You should to be careful who

you make friends with online.

Bunch of bloody freaks

out there.

Well, I guess

that's goodbye then.

Where's your TV?

He watches too much anyway.

Not everyone has something

to fall back on.

I built that PR company up

from nothing.

It's not my fault I'm a success.

Sorry...

I'm just...

in a corner.

Hey...

Hey.

Tonight's gonna change all that.

I need to tell you something.

I'm not sure I can do that.

Okay.

Okay.

I get it.

Maybe your situation's

not that bad.

No, no, it's not that.

I just...

I don't know if I'm capable.

When the sh*t hits the fan...

you'd be amazed of what

human beings are capable of.

Incredible stuff.

Not me.

We'll see.

You think I'm incredible?

I think you're okay.

Well, um...

I'll see you later, yeah?

And...

don't forget the stuff

on that list.

Yeah.

Sorry. Come in.

How is our little prince

this evening?

Living room.

Cartoons again?

Hope he's off

before my soaps start.

Um... yeah, about that...

Um...

Oh.

I always did prefer the radio.

Ooh! You going away

for a week?

No, it's just some stuff

I need to take.

I thought you were gonna

watch your friend

record a radio show.

Where's the jag?

It's in the garage.

Had to get the bus here.

Let's just get started, yeah?

We are really going to do this?

You make it sound so ominous.

Such a good girl, aren't you?

I just don't understand why you

can't ask him for the money,

or take him to court.

You've met loads of footballers.

You know what they're like.

I have never done

anything like this before.

Sh*t, you're gonna to sit

on your arse for 10 minutes.

You're turning it into

ocean's eleven.

But what happens when this guy

realizes that you're try-

Kate, Kate.

You know how much money

he earns a week.

40 grand's like monopoly money

to him.

Besides, it's not like

we're stealing.

He owes me this.

What am I looking for?

The middle of nowhere.

And yet you felt like

you needed a look-out?

Okay, I'm gonna be honest

with you.

There's this one old farmer

might show up, right?

The fields around the house

are owned by this farmer.

Right? He's a busy bastard.

He's harmless but he owns

the private road.

So if he shows up,

just get rid of him...

pronto.

Think of something.

Earn your money.

T-tell him his sheep

have escaped,

or... there's a fox,

that's just stupid.

Think of something better.

Where's the torch?

What the f*** are they?

Survival glow sticks.

Army issue.

No batteries needed.

Just snap them and go.

- That's f***ing genius.

- Yeah.

Except how do I turn them off...

in case I don't wanna be seen?

I don't remember putting

sh*t-old radio on the list.

That's just in case I get bored.

What's wrong with that one?

It's broken.

Stop worryin'.

Okay, okay, stop here.

- Where?

- Just here.

Just here. Stop.

Now what?

Now we wait.

Oh, come on, come on...

It's time to get

that Friday feeling

on jab

and howl at the moon

with Laurie wolf.

Welcome, cub pack.

It's me, Laurie wolf.

As regular listeners

of the show will know,

this is our last night on air.

It's all

been centralized, folks.

No longer do you have to be

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