Hexham, May 1957.

John's running late. He needs to hurry. It's 8 o'clock already, and he's going to miss the start if he's not careful.

He's striding down Bournemont Street in the centre of town and he stops outside the

Queens Hall cinema.

He heads in.

He buys a ticket, two shillings.

Anusha takes him into the auditorium.

It's full and the movie is just about to start.

Now, to be honest, John's not much of a movie guy, but there's a bit of a

buzz about this movie. The newspapers are calling it,

Probably the strangest film that has ever been made. Perhaps the most amazing and thought-provoking

story of recent years. So John's pumped. He's excited for this.

The usher shines a torch at a space in the back row.

John settles into the worn velvet seat.

He lights a cigarette and the smoke curls upwards, illuminated by the projector. The movie is a Paramount Pictures film called The Search for Bridie Murphy.

It's pretty modern for the 50s.

A suave-looking guy speaks straight to the camera and he explains in a very suave voice

that what follows is weirder than fiction.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is an account of actually events involving real people.

The names have been changed and they'll be portrayed by professional actors for obvious reasons.

That has got John hooked.

The movie plays out in Pueblo, Colorado.

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