When the Lights Went Out Page #4

- You're married, lad. You don't need to.

You bastard.

- Am I that bad?

- Not you.

- You've been drinking.

- Not so much you'd notice.

Look what he did.

He wants to split us.

He's done a good job, isn't it?

Only if we let it.

- Hello, you must be Sally. Come in.

- Hello.

Am I the first?

Did Lucy not mention that, sweetheart?

It's just the two of you today.

Happy birthday.

What's up?

Don't you like it?

I can always take it back.

I love it.

Your nose.

Where's your dad?

Ran off with a scarlet woman.

Mum tells everyone he's on nights.

Sally, love, come here.

Sit down, love.

Can you do me a favour, please?

Can you make sure Lucy

doesn't go in your house?

- Promise?

- Promise.

- Thanks, love.

- Is it because of the ghost?

Yes, love. Yeah.

Sally, come here!

Go on, then.

Let's pretend we're 'The Sweet'.

I'll be the drummer.

You can be Brian Connolly.

Why are you crying?

- Are mum and dad in, sweet?

- No.

- Do you mind if I wait, then?

- What is it about?

You've got an evil spirit

and I can get rid of it.

If you wanna get rid of it, that is.

Tell them to call me, will you?

Alright.

Leave it, Len.

That's enough.

Yes, love?

What is it, love?

What's going on?

- Who is it and what does it bloody wants?

- Leave me alone. I'm tired.

You know more than you're

telling me, young lady.

- Get dressed. We're going to Father Clifton.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Go as you are, then.

- Little b*tch!

I'll deal with you later.

It's 4 in the morning, love.

He is not up.

I don't bloody care.

- Shall I go?

- Yeah, you go.

The whole f***ing community

knows about us.

The ghost of a young girl, is it, Jenny?

Why didn't you come to me before?

I thought you would

chase me out of here.

- What do you want me to do?

- Get rid of it, Father.

From what you've told me,

that would require an exorcism.

An exorcism?

It's a very serious undertaking.

I would need to get permission

from the bishop.

Jesus! So what are we gonna do now?

I want a word with you.

- I'm sorry.

- It's alright.

I was a bit harsh last night.

Forgiven?

You know, maybe he'll go

on his own account.

You never know, he might

be gone already.

Here we are, boys and girls.

Nearsby Monastery.

- Who goes first? Oliver definitely.

- Come on, guys.

And here was the refectory.

Which was?

- Where the monks had dinner and tea, sir.

- Very good, Lucy.

They had two meals a day in

summer and only one in winter.

What did they eat, sir?

Just the essentials.

Vegetables, meat and bread.

Although they kept bees for the honey.

Sugar hadn't been invented yet.

- What have you got?

- Mustard.

- What the bloody hell is wrong with you?

- I like it.

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