Possession Page #6

[Laughs] | No, he didn't.

India wouldn't be | far enough away, actually.

[Chuckles]

Come inside. I'll explain.

You sure? I mean, | about me coming in.

Yes, very. | [Laughs]

So I left Fergus a message | from Seal Court,

which apparently | put him on our trail,

and he came here looking | for answers... he and Cropper | from the sound of it.

So that was Cropper's | car outside?

I think Fergus | has found something.

He's been spooking | around the museum,

sending out | a bunch of faxes.

I wouldn't be | so quick to do that.

Yeah.

The British Museum | fax log sheet.

"To the University of Muntz | from Fergus Wolfe.

"Subject:
Christabel LaMotte. | Information on LaMotte | genealogy.

Request loan of journal | of Sabine de Concasse."

Unfortunately for Fergus, | we have to log our faxes.

You're shameless.

[Sighs]

So what are we | gonna do now?

We gonna try to beat 'em | to France, or...

or are we just | gonna stare at each other?

That is the question, | isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

I have another one | for you. | What's that?

What are you really | doing here?

Well, l, uh...

I needed to see your face.

I just want to let you know | that whatever happened | in Whitby,

which unfortunately | was not much,

is not because | anything that you did.

Not at all.

I just didn't want | to jump into something.

I mean, I did | and I do... want to.

Badly.

I just didn't | want to mess this up.

And I just want to see... | [Clears Throat]

I want to see if there's | an us in you and me.

Would-Would you like that?

I'll take that | as a yes.

[Woman Speaking French]

Ah, oui. Excusez-moi. | Nous sommes confrres. | [Continues In French]

When will she be back?

Could you check for us?

- She will return on Thursday. | - Okay.

Au revoir. | Merci.

You and your shoplifting, huh? | I can't take you anywhere.

" Dear Professor Wolfe: | Since I wrote to you last, | I've made another discovery.

"Amongst Sabine's papers | was her journal...

"in which she writes | about LaMotte's visit | to Brittany in 1859...

and the subsequent arrival | of a mysterious visitor. "

[Man Speaking Latin]

I know how things are. | I wish to help you.

You know how things are, do you? | Tell me, Cousin Sabine,

how do you think | things are with me?

I'm a grown woman. | You are a girl.

I do not desire | any help from you.

[Sabine's Voice] | Christabel's condition | became worse...

after she received word | from London...

that her close friend | had died.

She left England | because she was pregnant,

and Blanche | committed suicide.

What happened to the baby?

It must have been stillborn.

Or died.

Maybe it was taken in | by nuns or a local family.

And brought up here.

I'd like to think that, | but I wonder.

- You wonder what? | - I don't know. I just...

She comes here alone, hears | that Blanche has killed herself.

She's pregnant, distraught.

Geez.

I mean, I've no | evidence for it.

Can you imagine | how she must have felt?

Yes, I can.

So when do we see | Christabel next?

Autumn, 1860, | in her references | to the Vestal Lights.

It was a group of women | who used to meet with mediums | on a regular basis.

Really? You know, | Ash hated spiritualists. | Pretty openly.

You think | that's a connection | we're tracking down?

I don't know.

Please, make a circle | with your hands.

Close your eyes.

White earth. Valley.

A waterfall.

A child. Love.

Two people. Deception.

Letters. Two people.

Words. Death.

What have you done?

A field.

Where is the child?

What have you done | with the child?

You have made | a murderess of me.

[Roland Reading] | "I understood at the time | that Mr. Ash was inquiring...

"after the spirit of | a departed child ofhis own,

"but I am told that | this could not be the case...

as Mr. Ash is childless."

Was there any mention | of Heloise in your research?

I don't know... | nor do I care.

[Sighs] | Look, I've got to get back.

What's going on? | Nothing. I'm just tired, | that's all, so I should...

Come on. | What's wrong, seriously?

I don't actually | want to discover | anything else about them.

You know?

I'm finding things out | that are just...

It's horrible when you | think about it really... | men and women together.

[Sighs]

She gave up her life, | didn't she?

A perfectly decent life | that I've always admired. | And for what? For nothing.

No. Not nothing.

Oh, really? For what then? | A child who died, a lover | drowned, and to what end?

She and Ash, | my own parents...

and every relationship | I've ever had...

It's all doomed. | We can't seem to help but | just tear each other apart.

Well, what about us? | You didn't include us. | What about that?

Look, l...

I can't think about | anything right now.

[Sighs] | So, okay.

So this is the, uh... | this is the icy pull-back | part then, huh?

- What? | - You know, you get close, | you pull away, you get...

I mean, this is part | of the pattern, right?

- What are you talking about? | - Your fear of men mantra | from Yorkshire.

That's what | I'm talking about.

I get it. It's cool. | If that's the way you play it, | that's the way play it.

Do you honestly believe that?

Is that what you think | this is to me? A game? Is it?

[Scoffs]

Well, finally, then, | all this talk of us really | comes to nothing, doesn't it?

Yes, I guess you're right. | It's nothing.

[Door Slams]

[Sighs]

[Sobbing]

[Roland's Voice] | Dear Professor Blackadder: :

I did try to tell you | about my discovery before...

but found that I couldn't.

Please read these two letters,

and you will begin | to understand.

I'm sorry for deceiving you.

Sincerely, Roland Michell.

[Creaking, Clattering]

And it's well documented | that Ellen Ash set a box | on Ash's coffin...

a kind of sealed container.

We'd always imagined | it was just trinkets,

but in the light of Michell's | discovery, who knows what | treasures might be buried there.

[Sir George] | That box is mine, isn't it? | It's my property.

[Cropper] | Once you get it from Lord Ash, | it's absolutely yours.

Until then, | we keep it a secret.

Any discovery amongst | Lord Ash's things,

and, uh... | and I purchase it from you.

It's all above board, | no one the wiser.

Cropper, are you | absolutely sure of that?

Listen. | Uh, where is it?

Yeah. "I place this | letter in his hands,

"and if ghouls | dig it up again,

then perhaps justice | will be done when I am | not here to see it. "

[Christabel's Voice] | Dear Madam: : We are older now | and my fires at last are out.

I know that you are | more than aware of my name,

but I find you must see it | in print one last time.

It has been made known to me | that your husband | is near to death,

so I have writ down, | for his eyes only, some things.

I find I cannot say what things | and have sealed the letter.

If you wish to read it, | it is in your hands,

though I must hope that he | will see it first and decide.

I have done great harm, | though I meant none to you.

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