If somebody knows what happened to Elise,
if anyone has any idea where Elise might be,
we beg you to please get in contact.
There must be somebody who can help.
'Three years ago, I lost my little sister, Elise.
She went out one night to a party, and she never came home.
They're digging up the woods.
- So, who was that? - Er, Bob.
You might remember Bob as the expert
on all things that go bump in the night.
Call me back when you've given it a listen.
I'm not dead!
- Is she breathing? - Stand back! Stand over there.
What did you do?!
- We have to move it. - I can't...
- And what about Holly? - Oh, you stay away from Holly.
If you're here, do something.
*CREDITS*
- You sure you don't mind? - Why would I mind?
I dunno... Some people might.
- You should talk about her. - I talk about her all the time.
You think about her all the time.
Oh...
I dunno.
It's not a words thing.
I'm not good with words.
I just...
I just like feeling like she's around.
- Does that make sense? - Yeah.
- I talk to her sometimes. - Yeah?
Quite a lot, actually.
When mum's getting on my nerves. Problems at work. You.
She was the first to know about you.
Ah!
Seriously. I told her, "I met this bloke today.
"He was like an abandoned puppy that needed rescuing."
- Wow... You were probably right. - Yeah, I know.
So... do you feel rescued?
- I do. I feel rescued. - Good.
'Hi, you've reached Holly.
'I'm sorry I can't take your call right now,
'but if you leave a message,
'I'll get back to you as soon as possible. Bye.'
Babe, it's me.
Er...
I don't want to seem an old woman,
but it's... ten past nine, and you said...
Listen, I hope you're OK.
Just give me a call to let me know you're OK.
I'm so sorry!
Jesus Christ. Where have you been? With Dave Sarkissian.
He swears he's about to make an offer on those bloody retail units.
- You said seven o'clock! - I know. I know, I'm sorry.
- I've been texting. - I bet you have!
- It's not funny. - Too bloody right, it's not.
- I lost my phone, by the way. - Lost it where?
If I knew that, it wouldn't be lost, would it?
Honestly, what a night. Dave Sarkissian's late,
then he goes on for hours and hours and hours.
By the time I get away and...
Are you OK?
I'm good. I was just a bit worried.
And I knew you wanted to have this talk, so...
Yeah.
So...
..are you still OK to do that? We can wait.
No, it's fine. Now's... good.
So, yeah... I got my period.
I had a good feeling.
I thought, this time, it would take.
"Take". Jesus. What a word.
- And there's the money. - Oh, the money doesn't matter.
We'll get the money. We can...
I... I dunno. We can keep trying.
Honestly?
I'm not sure I can.
Oh, OK.
I mean, every time, it feels like...
I don't know. Bereavement's probably too strong a word.
I know it's stupid.
Because they were never real.
They were never really there.
But you were hoping so much.
It was like you could feel them.
It's like you've lost something.
Does that make sense?
It does, yeah. It makes sense.
And I just... I can't keep putting us both through it!
Just hoping so much, then losing them.
I just can't do it.
If you want to stop, we can stop.
But if you just wanna, like, just take a breath,
we can do that, too.
We can go on holiday. Go to Greece.
Bit of sun. Drink Retsina. Throw up in a bidet.
We can do whatever you like.
All I care about is you.
I just want you to be happy.
It's the only thing I care about.
Hello, gin and tonic. Please?
Well, thank you!
Mate! How are you? I didn't know you were coming.
Oh, I know. Neither did I, really.
What made you come along?
Erm, well, I was meant to go to this other thing I was invited to,
but my ex-girlfriend was going
with her fiance, and... yeah.
So, here I am. Billy No Mates. Right. Ouch.
Yeah, well. Er, cheers.
To be honest, I'm not even sure I like parties.
I don't think anyone does. Not really.
Do you know what helps with that?
- Not liking parties? - No. What?
Drugs.
Yeah?
All right.
So you do believe it all? You really believe in ghosts?
Like, actually believe.
It depends what you mean by "believe".
About 80% of the recently bereaved experience what's called
a "post-bereavement hallucinatory experience".
Eight out of ten people
will see the ghost of a person they lost.
Their mother, their father, their wife, their child.
Now, they could be experiencing an objective phenomenon.
Or it could be purely psychological.
Or it could be something in-between, who knows?
Either way, the question is not whether ghosts exist -
of course they exist. They're part of our experience.
We see them, we hear them. We sense them.
The only question is...
...what are they?
We ask only to be reassured, about the noises in the cellar...
and the window that should not have been open.
So, where does all this come from? How did you get into it?
Ah, the most predictable way possible, I suppose.
- Yeah, what's that? - When I saw one.
One what?
One what do you think?
What? Actually?
Actually.
Shall we head back then? Back to the party, show our faces?
- 'Seriously?' - He's a professor at Copenhagen.
Basically, reproduces poltergeist phenomena,
right there in his lab.
Things levitate, fly across the room.
It's like... It's like he's built a room
inside a kind of electro-magnetic chamber.
Here we go, ladies and gentlemen, is everybody ready?
Five... four... three... two... one...'
Happy New Year!
- Hello. - Hello.
_
- Erm, boss, before we step inside... - Is everything OK?
I, er...
I actually know the missing woman's family.
- OK. - Well, the sister, really.
She and I were in the same year at school.
Is it gonna be a problem?
Absolutely not. No, not for me.
Then I think we're probably good, don't you?
OK... Cheers, boss.
So, Mr Redman,
I expect you'll have gathered why we're all here?
We're investigating the disappearance of Elise Fox.
So, if you wouldn't mind taking us through
exactly what happened that night?
Absolutely, please. Of course.
So, what took you to the party?
Ah, the host. My boss. It's sort of an annual fixture.
He invites all the other DJs and their staff
and basically... everyone in his village.
It's sort of a thing. Annual thing.
Since the '80s, I think.
And while you were there, did you see or speak to Elise Fox?
- Not that I know of. - That you "know of"?
Well, there's... there's, like, a million people there,
so, all night, you're like, "Hello this, excuse me that,"
so, you know...
I could've, you know, whatever, said hello or something.
But if I did, I don't... I don't know.
- So, how come you're, er... - Leaving?
Yeah.
Oh, it's, er... it's my ex, Richard.
- Your ex. - Yeah. Although...
he's not actually getting that message.
He thinks we're more like Ross and Rachel.
- Oh, right. - Yeah.
But we're not, we're more like Rachel and Gunther.
OK.
Let's go over there.
- Happy New Year. - Happy New Year.
Er, Bob, this is Elise. Elise, Bob.
- Hello, Elise. Happy New Year. Happy New Year.
So, where are you two thrill kids headed?
Just y'know... home, really.
Home? Oh, come on. The night's young, surely?
There must be somewhere local we can grab a drink?
I mean, The Wheatsheaf's got a late licence.
We could go in there and see if we could get something,
if you fancy it? The Wheatsheaf.
Excellent idea. So, who's up for The Wheatsheaf?
Come on, it's a bit embarrassing,
going home this early on New Year's Eve.
Now, that's two for The Wheatsheaf. Nathan?
Yeah, all right, sod it. Three for The Wheatsheaf.
So, you can't get taxi, you're walking to the train station.
This bloke, Bob, comes driving past.
Er, yeah. He was just on his way home, and he stopped to pick me up.
- And you were alone at his point? - Absolutely, yes. Just...
Just me and Bob.
I'll drink to that.
Does The Wheatsheaf have any drug-taking facilities?
Erm, not as such, no.
But they'll do you a Cumberland sausage.
Then how about we stop off en route for a nice little top-up?
Yeah, just to backtrack a bit...
you're absolutely sure you didn't see Elise Fox at this time?
Yeah, well, like I said, I don't know if I saw her or not.
I-I-I don't know.
It was really busy, and there were so many people there.
- And how do we know this place? - Locals call it "The Hollow".
It's like lovers' lane or something. In the summer, anyways.
Yeah, why? Why only in summer?
Cos it's haunted.
Haunted? By whom?
A grey lady. Like a witch or something.
- Yeah? - Mm-hm.
She's got this awful expression on her face, like she's terrified.
- You ever seen her? - Yeah, right!
I bet there's a river nearby, though.
How'd you know that?
There's usually running water near haunted lanes.
- Oh, and he's off! - Wait, what? Shh.
Why is that? The water?
Who knows?
Maybe electrical currents interfering with brain activity,
especially the temporal lobe.
- Could be infrasound. - Mm-hm.
Yeah. How come?
It's pretty cool. Exposure to low-frequency sound.
I'm talking around 18 cycles a second.
That's roughly the frequency of a tiger's growl.
It causes a sort of... prey response in us.
Gives rise to a lot of unpleasant physiological effects -
shivering, anxiety, breathlessness.
A sense of unseen danger, of being watched.
Like we're being hunted.
All you need to create the effect
is to make the right kind of standing wave.
Like when you do this.
It's a bad joke.
No, I don't mind.
- A little reckless? - Yeah.
- Yeah? - Mm-hm.
My bladder's gonna explode. I'm going for a slash.
Grey Lady.
Yeah, yeah, all right.
Witch.
Leave some for me. Back in a tick.
Actually, I might be a while, so y'know, whatever.
Is he gone?
Yeah.
Happy New Year.
Her ex told us she may have taken drugs,
so is there any possibility, during the course of the evening,
that you sold illegal drugs,
or... gave illegal drugs
to a woman who might have been Elise Fox?
Absolutely not.
No, why, why would you even... Why would you even think that?
Do I need to call someone? Do I need a lawyer or something?
You're absolutely free to call counsel, of course.
But you're not really in trouble here.
We traced your movements.
You what? I'm sorry?
This is you and Mr Morrow, on your way home at 4:12am.
OK.
Elise Fox was last reported alive around 4:30am.
That's 18 minutes later... and 30 miles away.
I'm sorry?
Elise Fox was heard banging on her ex-boyfriend's bedroom window.
Crying, demanding to be let inside.
Apparently, very distressed... and confused.
Sorry, I don't understand.
W-What do you mean? What are you saying?
That she was alive, Nathan.
Long after you got home, she was alive.
So you're not a suspect in her disappearance.
'I'm really sorry.'
'I don't know what to say.'
'Don't worry, no one ever does. Thanks for the drink.'
- I'll give you a call. - Look, erm, best not.
- Mr Fox? - Yes?
Er, hi, I'm Nathan. I'm a friend of Holly's.
Oh, ah...
..I'm afraid she's not at home.
Oh, OK. OK, right.
- Come a long way? - Ah, no, not really. Not too far.
Just... Just from town, so...
Well, she... she shouldn't be long. She's just running an errand.
Why don't you come inside and wait?
Well, are you sure? I don't want to impose.
No. No, no, no, it's no trouble.
Be glad of the company.
Darling?
Darling, this is Nathan. Nathan, this is Holly's mum, June.
Oh. Aren't those lovely?
Shall I put them in water?
Please, thank you.
She shouldn't be long. She's, um, just getting Hetty seen to.
Hetty?
Our daughter's cat.
Oh... Right.
- Oh, er... - Sit, please.
So... how do you and Holly know one another?
Nathan was looking to buy a house, darling. They met that way.
Oh, I see.
We actually we went for a drink a few weeks back.
Well... sort of.
It didn't... didn't go too well, if I'm honest.
I'm sorry. The thing is, she's...
been having a difficult time of it lately.
Well, I-I know... some of it. It's just that she...
She told me, she mentioned it.
Who's car is that in the drive?
- Tea, darling? - Gasping.
- Oh... - Go on.
Darling, why don't you show Nathan the garden?
What did you think you were doing?
What could I do? They asked me in.
But why are you even here?
Look, I'm really sorry. It's...
It's just, you wouldn't take my calls.
So you come to my house?!
Not with any expectations.
And that's OK, is it?
I didn't mean to upset you.
Look... you can see, right?
Why it might be upsetting for me,
to have someone do what you did?
We're not a normal family. Things aren't normal for us.
Yeah, I'm really sorry. It was stupid.
Yeah, it really was.
I'm sorry I didn't take your calls.
- Doesn't matter. - Of course it matters.
- Oh, my God. - What?
If I don't ask you to Sunday lunch, they'll never forgive me.
Oh, here he is, then. The groom!
- Hey! - Hello, hi.
Er, these are for Jacki.
He hasn't met Jacki yet.
She's not here yet. She's always late.
- She'll be late for the wedding. - It's all right.
Sit down. I'll take these. Come, sit.
- Oh, hey. - Hey, how are you doing?
We work together.
- Hey, nice to meet you. - Hi, nice to meet you, too.
Oh, at last!
The maid of honour makes an entrance!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
- Nathan? - Jacki?
So, I'm smoking. Is anyone smoking?
Nathan? Are you... are you smoking?
Er, actually, I'm all right. It's cold out.
OK. Er, let me say it another way.
Erm... please join me outside
for the bit where the Best Woman delivers a warning speech...
- Ooh! - ..to the groom.
Ooh.
You're in trouble, mate!
She doesn't know.
- No. - You have to tell her.
Tell her what?
Oh, ah... that you were there. That night.
Well, yeah, me and about 300 other people.
- Yeah, that. - And what's it gonna achieve?
It's not about achieving anything, it's about her knowing the truth.
- But why? - Because you're lying to her.
Look, when I met her, she didn't talk about it.
Obviously, I knew she had this thing,
that something had happened, but I didn't know what it was,
cos she didn't talk about it.
And by the time she did, it was too late.
I didn't want to ruin it. Me and her.
I wasn't trying to deceive her, for Christ's sake.
I just... I didn't wanna hurt her.
Look, all I want to do is to make her happy.
Literally, honestly, that is all I want in the world.
And she is! She's happy. You saw her in there.
She's happy.
I won't let you hurt her.
I won't. And I couldn't.
Cos if you do... I'll bury you.
HOLLY
- Hello? - Nathan?
'How did you get that phone?'
Chicken balance box and the double espresso?
Magic.
Bob, I swear to God. I swear...
I told you, it can't wait any more. It has to be tomorrow.
'We have to move her, Nathan. We have to.'
Who is that?
Here's Graham.
Bob. Please don't.
- Who is it? Can you see? - No.
- Call the police. - I'll go and have a word.
- Darling, you should call the police. - And say what?
Be careful.
I think Graham's on his way down to have a word with me.
'What should I say to him when he gets here?
- 'What should I tell him?' - Bob, stop.
'Do you want me to tell them, Nathan?
'Do you want me to tell them what you did?
'That you buried Elise?
- 'That you put her in the ground?' - Bob, please!
- You've got about five seconds. - 'Can I help you?'
Bob, come on!
- Hello? - Four seconds.
Just, Bob, stop! Just... Just leave it alone!
- Two... - 'This is my property.'
One...
Argh! All right! All right! All right!
- Tomorrow night? - Yeah... Yeah, tomorrow night.
Tomorrow night. Now, just leave him alone!
Excuse me, can I help?
- So, where did you tell her you'd be? - Let's get this straight.
If you threaten my family again, I'll kill you.
I'll wipe you from the face of the fucking earth.
They'll never find you.
All right?
It'll be over soon.
- Is she breathing? Is she breathing?! - Stand back! Stand over there.
What did you do?
What did you do? What did you do?
'Look at her! What did you do?!'
I used to come here sometimes.
Why?
You never did?
No, Bob. I never did. Why would anyone?
I don't know.
To make it real?
That's the thing...
I don't want it to be real.
- So, when's Nathan joining us? - Oh, he's not tonight.
He's dealing with a bit of a situation.
Oh, really? What situation?
He's had this old mate turn up out of the blue.
Work friend?
No, someone from the old days, I think. Nathan hardly knows him.
But this bloke's in pretty dire straits.
Mentally sort of thing.
- Oh, poor old Nathan. - Well, that's all well and good,
but we're in schtuck without a fourth.
- Oh, didn't I say? - Jacki's stepping in.
Oh, lovely! How's she keeping?
She's good. Much the same.
Still no boyfriend in the picture?
Honestly, Mum, I really don't think that's gonna happen, do you?
Well, you never know.
But as long as she's happy.
Hi. So sorry I'm late.
Lovely to see you.
So, who's my partner in crime for the evening?
- It hurts you even have to ask. - Oh, come here! Good to see you.
- Where shall I sit? - I'd sit...
OK. Wine?
Was it true?
Did you see her? Elise?
Standing at the end of your bed?
Come on. Give me a hand.
Thank you.
- Are you OK? - Course. Why?
You've been checking your texts every five seconds.
Bloody hell, Inspector Morse.
It's just Nathan, hasn't been himself.
He's on edge.
Actually, his nightmares are back, and that's always a sign.
Nightmares about what?
It's just a thing with him. It happens when he's stressed out.
He talks in his sleep.
Sometimes, he cries.
Sometimes, he, like... sits bolt upright,
and I'm like, "Whoa!"
And he'll look at you...
..but nobody's home.
He never remembers it in the morning.
Well, has he seen a doctor?
Yeah, about a million times.
He's got sleeping pills, but he doesn't like to take them.
Why not?
In case there's a fire and I'm unconscious,
- and he has to rescue me. - No.
Yeah.
He might seem pretty sane on the outside.
Underneath, he's basically mental.
- And there's also this bloke. - What bloke?
Nathan's mate. Bob.
And who's Bob?
Some bloke from years ago, apparently.
He basically turns up at the door one night.
And since then...
He's got a few issues mentally, or whatever,
so it's sad, really.
But he's really getting to Nathan.
What is it?
'Yeah, he was just on his way home,
'and he stopped and picked me up.
'Well, like I said, I don't know if I saw her or not.
'I-I don't know, it was really busy...'
_
'And this bloke Bob comes driving past?
'Yeah, he was just... on his way home,
and he just stopped to pick me up.'
- 'And you were alone at that point?' - 'Absolutely, yeah.
'It was just... me and Bob.
'Just me and Bob.'
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