Grantchester

You have to retire.

I'm Martha.

I'm here about the job?

I know you blame yourself for what happened.

If you don't open up, then... Look, you will never understand, Bonnie.

I have faith and you don't.

Will is definitely not happy.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Why did you say we were worried?

Because we are.

I'm lucky to have you and God on my side.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) DUNCAN: Come on, Vicar.

(bell rings) MIKEY: Nice one.

(table tennis ball bouncing) MAN: Come on, Alfie, my son.

(man groans) MAN 2: Come on, Vicar.

MAN 1: Ooh, go on, Alfie.

MAN 3: Good shot.

DUNCAN: Great shot.

(squeaking loudly) What on Earth are you doing?

Well, what's it look like?

I'm not having another baby, Geordie Keating.

You're about to retire.

It's for Ernie's go-kart.

And I'm not retired yet.

Talking of retirement...

Which we weren't.

Gina on haberdashery says her husband, Robert, got an allotment when he retired.

Well, good for Robert.

Something to bear in mind.

There's always lawn bowls.

Cathy, where's all this coming from?

(inhales): I've been offered a promotion.

20 girls under me.

Seven pound, two bob a week.

I'd like to take it.

Well, this is a turnup for the books.

Is that all you've got to say?

I'd best drop this off at Will's.

(trunk closes) (men cheering and exclaiming) MIKEY: Come on, Alfie, my boy.

(groaning) ALFIE (speaking Italian): WILL (speaking Italian): MAN: Well played, lads.

Oi.

(shutter clicks) I'll whip your arse.

MAN: Come on, boys.

My stovies need warming through.

And my beef needs cooking.

Leonard specifically asked for stovies.

Leonard wouldn't know a stovie if it slapped him on the face.

He's a brisket boy at heart.

Hmm.

He'll be having stovies.

MIKEY: Ooh, that's it, that's it.

Foul-- edge ball.

There is no edge-- you're pissed.

You're a cheating git.

Let's just take the point again.

LEONARD: Keith, it's just a game.

MIKEY: Come on, Alfie.

(ball bouncing) (men exclaim) (speaking Italian): Dirty I-tie git.

JACK: Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

WILL: That's not on, Keith.

Well, that's exactly what he is, Vicar.

A dirty I-tie git.

Let's all just calm down.

Hmm?

(exhales): It's all kicking off.

It certainly is.

We're leaving.

But shouldn't we stay and help?

And have Fanny Cradock insult my gravy?

Over my dead body.

(sighs) MIKEY: Ooh, yes, yes, yes, yes, Alfie!

KEITH: Foul.

What?

LEONARD: Gentlemen, we're all hungry.

(men exclaim) I'm gonna need you to calm down.

Just a bit of healthy competitiveness.

Stay out of this, Duncan.

MIKEY: Hey, are you all right, mate?

I'm not your mate.

Hey!

What'd you do that for?

ALFIE: Do you want to fight?

Let's fight.

Please-- Duncan?

All right, then.

(growls): Outside now.

Mr. Finch!

Medical assistance, now.

LEONARD: Come with me, Judith.

Oh, God, I think I'm gonna faint.

DANIEL: Mikey, are you okay?

MIKEY: Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.

(exhales) You all right?

(yelps) It's not too deep-- it'll be right as rain in a jiffy.

That's not the point, Leonard.

Three weeks I've been on at you about that crappy little sink.

Ah!

The dishy vicar.

Just in time.

(water running) Do the honors.

You're still here.

Mmm.

Bringing sunshine to the needy.

You should come to prayer group.

Oh.

I would, Vicar, but, uh... (clicks tongue): God and I, we're on a need-to-know basis.

You need to raise it in the air, Judy, like this.

Here, let me.

Ah!

It's Judith.

And I told you before, keep your creepy little sausage fingers off me.

Oi, tea leaf!

Cigs, now.

Thanks, Vicar.

Couple of days, you said.

It's been three weeks.

Well, she's a woman in need.

Of a good hiding.

LEONARD: Martha!

She's got as much right to be here as any of the other ex-prisoners.

And I got to thinking, a woman here, permanently, could have a, a calming influence over the men.

JUDITH (laughing): Not on your nelly!

Filthy bugger.

(both laughing) (sighs) Just men being men-- stags at dawn.

Keith nearly broke Alfie's jaw.

How's about we go for a drive?

After dinner, just you and me.

Or a night in at mine.

If you can remember where that is.

Of course, but... (slowly): I said to Martha that I'd be back... Fine-- yours it is.

Promise?

I swear on this holy ball we'll spend the night together.

(ball bounces) (lighter clicks) (sighs) (Mikey and Judith talking quietly in background) Are you sure you won't stay for supper?

Sorry, I'm, uh, building a go-kart for my son's birthday.

So used to having you here, it seems strange when you're not.

(Judith and Mikey laughing) MARTHA: You know, when they're not squabbling, they're nice folk, really.

Respectful-- clean, too.

Except for the cigarette smoke.

That I can do without.

It's like the muir-burnings down there.

Muir-burnings?

What... LEONARD: Martha!

Stovies' burning.

Ooh!

(laughing) How's the jaw?

Is everything all right?

I have to confess.

Well, I'm, I'm not a Catholic priest.

God is God, no?

Sometimes the guilt at what I've done is so bad that I want it to end.

Take my own life.

It's like il diavolo is inside my head telling me to do it.

And I want him to stop.

I need him to stop.

(voice breaking): I want him to stop.

Alfie, look at me.

I know your pain.

I know your suffering, believe me.

You don't know.

You don't know my life, my mistakes.

No one is without sin, Alfie.

But if we repent, God forgives us.

Then why do I not feel forgiven?

Because first, we have to forgive ourselves.

(swallows) Before I went to prison, I fell in love with a girl.

We had to meet in secret, being an immigrant.

It all got too much, and I hurt her.

I didn't lay a finger on her, lo giuro.

I made her sad.

At night she comes to me, she's crying, saying a life must pay for a life.

Pills.

To stop my mind from racing.

Help me find peace.

Please take.

Just in case I...

I can't trust myself not to.

(exhales) Whatever sins we've committed, they don't define who we are.

Who we are is who we choose to become.

I want to become a good person.

Like you, Vicario.

Will you help me pray, Vicario?

(mouths) (inhales deeply) Oh, Lord, we come before you to repent.

To ask for forgiveness.

No, I'm...

I'm sorry, I, uh... No, I, I can't.

(door opens) (door closes) (exhales softly) God.

Help me.

Help me to hear you again.

Please help me.

(sighs) (rain falling) Good morning.

MAN: Wretched man.

(door closes) LEONARD: Oh, no.

Keith!

Keith?

Oh!

Oh, thank goodness, okay.

Oh.

It's okay, it's all right.

Keith, easy, sit up.

(Keith gasping) LEONARD: There we are.

The camera.

For goodness' sake!

My camera's gone!

(door bangs outside) (door creaking and banging) Hello, is someone there?

(door banging) (thunder quietly rumbles) Alfie?

Alfie.

(gasps) He's, he's dead.

His poor family in Italy.

And the residents.

What do I tell them?

Maybe go with him.

Leonard.

I, uh... Alfie spoke to me yesterday about wanting to end it.

And I told him to pray, and that God would hear him.

What use is prayer when...

He came to me for help, and, as a man of God, I, I failed him.

I let him down, Leonard.

He gave me these, in case it all became too much for him.

(door banging) DUNCAN: Let me out!

(pounding on door) Somebody!

Let me out!

(banging on door) Drunken nutter Keith locked me in me room.

Why would he do that?

GEORDIE: Will?

Alfie tried to tell me last night.

I can't believe he actually went through with it.

Maybe he didn't.

The knife wounds on his wrist correlate with this, but there's very little blood.

Which suggests to me that his heart stopped pumping blood before this happened.

So made to look like suicide?

There's a nasty wound on the back of his head.

And... Spot the odd one out.

Clean as a whistle-- all the others caked in mud.

I think this man was murdered.

GEORDIE: Are the residents free to come and go as they please?

LEONARD: You think one of them did this?

I'm just trying to understand what happened.

I don't lock 'em in, they're not...

It's not a prison.

And the camera was on the dresser?

LEONARD: Well, that's clearly what happened.

(voice trembling): An outsider came in, stole the camera, and... Alfie startled them.

(sighs): Well, whatever happened, I need to speak to everyone in the house.

Including you two.

LEONARD: I've no idea where she is.

GEORDIE: Right, firstly, could I ask you all not to leave the premises until we've carried out a full investigation?

Pinning the blame on us.

I knew it.

No one's blaming anyone, Keith.

LEONARD: The only one missing is Judith.

A resident?

WILL: Judith Evans.

She's been here three weeks.

Her bed's not been slept in.

Any idea where she is?

Try Northumberland Street.

It's where most of the girls hang out.

I need to ask your whereabouts between the hours of 10:00 p.m. last night and 7:00 a.m. this morning.

Mikey, would you like to start?

Well, I was with a mate, in Newtown.

And they can vouch for you?

I played cards with Keith.

He got drunk, hated losing, so locked me in me room.

I was there all night.

That right?

No idea.

Blanked out.

I need to look at everyone's files.

I don't have them.

It's a principle of the house-- clean slate.

No curfews, no files.

Drinking, soliciting.

What kind of place is he running here?

A place without judgment.

Does Leonard not realize it could be him lying out there?

Do you really think one of the residents did this?

They've all done time, Will.

So, because of that, they're marked forever?

No chance of forgiveness?

Giving them a toothbrush and a bed for the night doesn't mean they're magically reformed.

So, what?

What, you just abandon them?

Let them fend for themselves?

No-- some rules would be good.

Might save some lives, you never know.

Can you smell bleach?

Yeah.

(sniffs) It's chloroform.

Bleach and alcohol mixed together.

Now, why would the killer do that?

To make sure Alfie didn't fight back.

And the camera was on the dresser?

Yes.

So, say Alfie did disturb a burglar.

That means they brought him back up here, they knocked him out, they took him back down the stairs to an outhouse to bludgeon him to death.

Why not do it down there, save all the hassle?

Unless the camera's nothing to do with this.

And the sole target was Alfie.

(people murmuring) None of the neighbors heard or saw anything, boss.

Spoke to the housekeeper, Martha.

She was at her digs on Jesus Green.

Landlady said she heard her come in around 8: 00 p.m.

Still no sign of Judith.

(sighs): Put one of our lads up in Northumberland Street.

We need to find her.

Boss.

I never had anything against him personally, but the war's not that long ago, Inspector.

Where did you serve?

I didn't.

I fed the men instead.

Farmed the land.

What'd you do time for?

(inhales) Something I want to forget.

The Double Diamond narrowboat.

You gave us quite the runaround, if I recall.

Never forget a face.

Yeah, and I'll never forget your face trying to row that boat.

It was like the pensioners' fun day out.

(chuckles) You selling in here, too?

Lot of booze kicking about.

Well, that's nowt to do with me.

Just tell us who you were with last night, Mikey.

A name's all we need.

Well, I want to say Jeff?

But then I keep thinking Jack.

Or was it Jimmy?

Hm.

You deliberately provoked Alfie yesterday to start a fight.

Why?

Mussolini's got a lot to answer for.

So you held a grudge against Alfie?

Damn right I did.

After what his lot put us through?

(faucet squeaks, water runs) I need you and Daniel to come down to the station.

(faucet stops) But we've given our statement.

It's boss's orders, I'm afraid.

And I'm taking Keith in for more questioning.

He's not a murderer.

None of these men are.

A robbery got out of hand...

There's no sign of forced entry.

(stammering) No windows broken.

Now, in my experience, robbers want in and out.

They don't drag men up and down stairs, and then cut their wrists to make it look like suicide, Leonard.

I hate to say it, but someone in this house killed Alfie.

See where they were last night-- have they got any alibis?

Ah.

This is what happens when you put rats in the hamster cage.

It's only a matter of time, Mr. Finch, before your doors are closed for good.

I was just trying to do something good.

Yeah.

I was just trying...

I've briefed Detective Peters here to take your statements-- I'd do it myself, but I'm having to deal with complaints coming in about your establishment.

Apparently, he had a date last night who went to the bathroom after pudding and never came back.

The gentleman you're interviewing is in room two.

(sighs): Yeah, get everything we've got on the halfway house residents.

Quick as you can.

Already on it.

GEORDIE: Do you always get violent on the sauce, Keith?

When it doesn't come quick enough, yeah.

What?

Oblivion.

Peace up here.

That's when I lose it.

The cobra.

Southill Boys.

Ooh, quite a gang, if I remember.

Notorious.

Only because we had to be.

What does the "SJ" stand for?

Sanjiv Joshi.

My birth name.

We changed it when we came here to, uh, fit in, my dad said.

Not that I ever did.

When we got back from the war, they, uh, spat at us on the street.

Like they'd forgotten that, uh, we'd put our arses on the line for king and country, as well.

So we stuck together, yeah.

Did what we did to survive.

It's not who I am anymore.

(sighs) And who are you now, Keith?

Not a bloody killer.

You think Alfie was some kind of saint, don't you?

Well, day before last, I, I walked in on him threatening Judith with a knife.

He would have killed her if I hadn't shown up.

So you stayed the entire night at the vicarage.

LEONARD: Yes.

I went to see Mr. Davenport, uh, about, um...

Prayer group.

And you were at home?

Yes, reading.

"The Heart in Exile."

You read it?

A psychiatrist called Anthony investigates the suicide of his lover, Julian.

Well worth a read.

I'll lend it to you, if you like.

There's no need to provoke him.

We're being treated like suspects-- what do you expect?

A man's dead, under my care.

And that ghastly policeman is trying to close us down.

I don't need you stoking the flames.

Keith just wants to get drunk to forget.

Like most people in that place.

They're all running away from something.

(bottle corking) (breathes deeply) I mean, you saw how he was.

The idea he could do all this.

True.

What about Duncan?

He was locked in his room.

Yeah, but he did mention the war.

It's hardly a motive.

(sighs) And the narrowboat booze king?

Mikey?

Yeah, I know.

(sighs) He's a petty thief, not a murderer.

Hm, yesterday, when Judith cut her finger, he almost passed out.

But unless he gives us the name of the fella he was drinking with, he's still in the frame.

So that leaves Judith.

Hm.

And if what Keith said is true, she certainly had motive.

But where the bloody hell is she?

(sighs) (sighs) LEONARD: What's happened?

Like that when I arrived.

Bloody eggs.

Oh, Leonard.

We just heard.

Poor Alfie.

JACK: Have they caught whoever did it?

They're still looking into it.

But they must have some idea?

Martha.

Any sign of Judith?

(glass smashes) MAN (in distance): You're not welcome here!

Cowards!

The lot of you!

Bloody cowards.

Could've killed someone.

But it didn't, Mrs. C. Everyone's fine.

We're all fine.

Aren't we?

(sighs) Alfio Cappobianco.

Alfie to his friends.

He served three years for robbery.

And on page four, you'll see that he was questioned over a girl's death in Stanley, but released.

(page turns) He threatens Judith with a knife, now this.

Bit of a dark horse.

Stanley!

Derbyshire, if memory serves.

Send a telegram to immigration.

Find out who Alfie's sponsor was.

Sponsor?

Mmm, he would've needed someone here to vouch for him to be able to work.

(glass shards tinkling) MRS. CHAPMAN: Call the police.

No-- it was a one-off.

But there are people out there wanting to harm you.

What next, a bomb?

You're not helping, Mrs. C. Why don't you go and make some tea?

MIKEY: What are you gonna do about this, Leonard?

To them out there, we're the dregs.

No, it's just some idiot fooling around.

It's, it's not aimed at you.

It bloody is!

Wake up, man!

(sighs) Would you talk to him, please?

I can't let these men be bullied out of their home.

(door closes in distance) (sighs) Mikey.

(drawer opening in room) Judith?

(gasps) (sighs) And the rest?

(sighs) So where were you between the hours of 10:00 p.m. last night and 7:00 a.m. this morning?

Out and about-- working.

You need to be more specific.

An alleyway at 11: 00, an Hillman Minx at 12:00, and role-playing a barrister's mother in Milton Park for the remainder.

You stole Alfie's wallet.

I was returning it.

I owed him.

A surprise for when he got back.

From where, the dead?

Alfie?

Dead?

Don't give us that.

(exhales softly) Just give her a moment.

She's at it, boss.

I said give her a moment.

Keith said that Alfie threatened you with a knife.

Is that true?

What was that about?

Were you in a relationship with him?

You think I killed him?

(laughs) If I killed every man who held a knife to my throat, I'd be a bloody mass murderer.

You took money from his room; you stole his wallet; you have got no alibi.

Well, not one that'll hold up in court, anyway.

Sunday, late morning, I get back from work.

I'd had a rough night.

Some poshos in Christ College had done a runner without paying.

I asked Alfie if he could rough 'em up a bit.

He said he don't want no trouble.

Well, I said I'll make it worth his while.

So, I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulls back.

I thought he was just being shy, so I tried again, and...

He pulls out a knife and jumps back.

Terrified, he was.

Told me to get out.

Then Keith appeared.

(sighs) Was he ever violent before this?

Nah.

Means nothing.

Most fellas are nice one minute, Norman Bates the next.

(exhales) I'll need you to stay at Leonard's until the investigation's over.

Do I have to?

It's just that... (sighs): I don't like staying in one place for too long.

People get to know ya.

Is that such a bad thing?

It is when they're trying to convert you to God.

Or worse, play Tarzan the protector.

What do you mean?

Fella Duncan.

Always lecturing me on the evils of men, especially Alfie.

He's worse than my bloody dad.

I've seen Duncan with her.

He can be...

Protective.

Well, unless he's Houdini, how could he have left a locked room?

Are those from Alfie's wallet?

Mm-hmm.

A woman took her own life.

It's badly faded.

But does that say Heather something?

It's the same girl.

Alfie was questioned over a woman's death.

But released.

Before he went to prison for robbery, he said he was seeing a girl in secret.

He said he felt guilty for hurting her.

You think he killed her?

No, I don't think he was physically violent.

Said he made her sad.

Maybe he felt responsible for her death.

Judith said he, he jumped back from her.

And terrified-- told her to, to get out.

And when Mikey tried to help him yesterday, he shoved him away.

You know, maybe... Maybe when Alfie gets close to anyone, it reminds him of this girl, of the hurt he caused.

So he actively avoids it.

True.

But it still doesn't point me to the killer.

(sighs) (sighs) (inhales deeply) (sighs) Lord, I beg you to show me the way.

(breathes heavily) Leonard says if I ever need sound advice to chat to the Big Fella.

I, uh, I don't know if I can.

I'm in a spot of bother, Vicar.

I lied.

To you and the police.

Lucinda's Sunday, Pat's Wednesday, and Rina's Friday.

It's a juggle, but if I plan it well, it works.

Like a dream.

I was with Lucinda the night Alfie died.

In her dorm.

Then why not tell the police that?

'Cause I really like Lucinda.

I like who I am with her.

And if she found out who I really was, the... (sighs): It'd be over.

And if all three found out, then... (blows out) Hell hath no fury like three posh birds scorned.

(scrubbing) We want to help.

To get away and think.

DANIEL: See if this place is still the right thing for you.

You, of all people, know it is.

MRS. CHAPMAN: You're dealing with troubled men, Leonard, with complicated pasts.

Jack's even offered to pay for a hotel for the men.

Well, that won't be necessary, because I've no intention of going anywhere, so, if you don't mind... MRS. CHAPMAN: Well, we know when we're not wanted.

Jack.

Daniel.

I'll take my roasting tray, if you don't mind.

(footsteps receding) Okay.

Thanks, Will.

Well, apparently, Mikey's been burning the candle at three ends up at Newnham.

Excuse me?

He's seeing three girls at once.

(replaces receiver): Gave us one who could verify his location the night Alfie died.

A Miss Lucinda Bonham.

Greedy sod.

Mm.

You will inform the others?

If not, I'll gladly pop up and do it myself.

(chuckles) This just came.

Alfie's work was agriculture.

I'm still waiting to hear about the named sponsor.

Duncan farmed during the war.

Larry!

Get a copy of Kelly's Directory.

Look up Stanley, Derbyshire.

See if any of the farms up there employed a Duncan Williamson.

Right, Duncan's file-- where is it?

He doesn't have one.

I've checked everywhere.

(sighs) (footsteps approaching) LEONARD: Martha said you were here.

Duncan never served time in prison.

Did you know that?

No.

I didn't.

And?

Well, if he lied about that, what else?

All my residents have alibis, and yet here you are again.

147 signatures, all wanting us to leave.

You should sign it.

Why would Duncan lie?

To get a bed for the night.

Never set foot in a prison in me life.

I was homeless.

I just presumed this place was ex-cons only.

I'm sorry, Leonard.

I'll leave right away.

No.

This is your home, Duncan, for as long as you need it.

You warned Judith against Alfie-- why?

I'd catch him staring.

Lusting after her-- wasn't right.

I was locked in me bedroom the entire night.

You tell me how I could've got to Alfie.

Through the keyhole?

Taking a trip up north?

See old farming pals.

Get work, start over.

Ever farmed in Derbyshire?

Never been there in me life.

(Will grunting) GEORDIE: Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

You don't look it.

(sighs) You know, we've worked on lots of cases.

Why are you so troubled by Alfie's?

(sighs): I don't know.

Feels like divine retribution.

Oh, so you think Alfie died because of the sins he committed.

And you think the same might happen to you.

Perhaps.

Bollocks.

I didn't expect you to understand.

I know what it's like to suffer, Will.

I understand when you're desperate for sleep, but it won't come.

Or if it does, you end up reliving it over and over until you think you're going mad.

I understand your need to forget.

I also understand having a friend who intervenes.

Who reminds you this is not who you truly are.

You help so many people, Will, every day.

Me included.

So surely in God's eyes, that restores the balance.

He's on your side.

We all are.

But you need to talk to me.

Or to God, to Bonnie.

Otherwise, it'll rot inside.

And steer clear of Leonard's place for a bit, hmm?

It can't be helping.

Strangely, it does.

They understand the guilt.

The mark of sin that never leaves you.

Judith, Mikey, Alfie.

Even Leonard on his quest to save the world.

We're all the same-- seeking redemption.

What about Duncan?

What about him?

He lied about prison so he could get a bed at Leonard's.

Only found out because he didn't have a criminal record.

Do you think he's seeking redemption?

I thought since him and Alfie worked in agriculture, there might be a connection to Stanley.

And was there?

Nah, he'd never been to Derbyshire.

Duncan farmed in Scotland.

There's a Stanley in Scotland.

Bloody hell.

What this place needs is structure, rules.

At least take time away to put that in place.

I keep thinking.

If I hadn't let you persuade me to leave that night... Alfie might still be alive.

And you might be dead.

Do you know what hurts the most?

I thought you, of all people, would support what I'm trying to do.

Just so I'm clear, are we... Are we talking support for the caf that I ended up running while you gave counsel to the homeless at the back door?

Or support for the trial, the endless questioning that I had to, and still have to, endure by the police?

(chuckles) One week in Morocco, that's all I've had.

One blissful week of not having to compete with your guilt for abandoning God.

So don't talk to me about support.

And don't you dare put Alfie's death on me!

(footsteps approaching) (door opens) It's all falling apart, Martha.

(door closes) There's so much pain, Leonard.

All round.

(inhales sharply) My resignation.

I'm sorry with everything that's been going on, but... No, no, I'll wait.

Yeah, I'm trying to find out if you ever had a Duncan Williamson working on your estate.

A, uh, a Heather Williamson, father possibly Duncan?

Okay, thanks, you've been really helpful.

No, no, that's everything-- thanks for your time.

We've got a match for a Duncan Williamson in Stanley, Scotland.

Duncan was married to a Phyllida Williamson, according to the minister.

They had a daughter, Heather.

He confirmed that Heather and Alfie had been seeing one another in secret.

And her parents didn't know?

No, not till after her death.

They refused to believe that she would take her own life.

And when they found out about Alfie, they blamed him.

GEORDIE: You check the garden, I'll look upstairs.

What's happened?

Where's Duncan?

MARTHA: What's happening?

Have you seen Duncan?

(inhales deeply) The, the muir-burnings.

What are they exactly?

The burning of the heather to bring in new life.

Phyllida.

GEORDIE: Can you verify this is Heather Williamson, your daughter?

(breathing heavily) The pathologist's report.

Information you were given at the time but chose not to read.

Because it's not true.

That bastard killed her.

Everyone knew it.

There was no evidence.

PHYLLIDA: He ran away.

What more do you need?

GEORDIE: Well, maybe he ran away because he was scared of what you two would do to him.

We wanted justice and truth.

So you tracked him down here, concocted a backstory to fit, then waited for the right time.

Sunday evening-- Leonard decides not to stay.

This is your chance.

You knew Mikey and Judith would be out.

Just Keith was the problem.

So you ply him with Scotch during a game of cards.

And then you go and get Alfie.

You knock him out with chloroform, then carry him to the outhouse.

You're now face-to-face with the man you think... (slaps hard) GEORDIE: ...killed your daughter.

Wake up!

GEORDIE: And you beg him to tell the police.

Admit it!

GEORDIE: Remove the shame on your family.

(slaps hard) GEORDIE: And when he doesn't... (metal clatters) ...you pick up the spade and hit him.

Panicking, you make it look like suicide, then lock Duncan in his room, giving him his alibi.

Leonard said you've got daughters.

Esme, your eldest.

So picture Esme leaving one morning, happy.

And then, an hour later, a policeman comes to the door and tells you that she's dead.

Two days later, you hear about a man.

Older.

Never heard of him before.

A foreigner.

And he's seen trying to seduce her.

And when she rejects him, he kills her.

The minister in Stanley told me that a week before her death, Heather and Alfie had asked him to marry them, in secret.

DUNCAN: No.

No, that's not true.

He refused, knowing how strongly you'd disapprove.

She would never go behind our backs.

Never!

WILL: A few days later, Alfie broke it off.

If they couldn't be together in God's eyes, then....

The next day, Heather took her own life.

He walked into her life, and he took our baby girl.

(inhales deeply): In our eyes, and in God's, he can never be forgiven.

To the work we do.

It can redeem us.

You're right.

(glasses clink) ERNIE (on phone): She said she has "injigestion" after eating 32 pickles and needed to lie down.

Dad?

If the baby comes on my birthday, will I still get a cake and presents?

WILL (over phone): Of course.

It'll be a double celebration.

(knock at door) Oh, I have to go.

We're going to collect minnows at the pond.

(voice catching): Of course-- love to Mum.

Bye, Dad.

(dial tone buzzing) WILL: Bonnie, I miss you.

I miss having you here to talk to.

To... (takes deep breath) I've been struggling with what happened.

I thought I could deal with it myself, but the truth is...

The truth is... (sighs) If I don't deal with this now, I'm scared it'll rot inside and contaminate everything I love.

(sighing) (bottle closes) (drawer opens and closes) (sighs) (click) MISS SCOTT: Suspected poison.

A Soviet spy?

LEONARD: She saw you with a gentleman.

Oi!

Police!

I was bloody betrayed!

Your authority is a sham.

Why would I ever trust you?

(pills rattle) You are better than this.

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