All language subtitles for Dalziel.and.Pascoe.S07E03.Sins.of.the.Fathers.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- Mum!

- Oh, shop talk.

Truth, well aren't they, Wieldy?

Bet you he hasn't
got many friends.

Apart from the force.

- He's just moved in, sir.

And he had you before.

- Hi.

There you are.

And that's for you.

- Hey ya.

- Hey, hey yo.

I thought you weren't coming.

- What?

And miss out on the chance of
a dance recital with Wield?

So do you like the
party outfit style?

- Yeah very nice, Bummer.

- Sorry, what was that?

You can call me stupid
names all you'd like, sir.

But now I'm not answering
to them.

It's Carrie or DC Harris,
take your pick.

- Well they're all like
you, the over 25's.

- Yeah, in your dreams.

- Quickly.

- How bad is he?

- I don't know, John.

I think I might've killed him.

I don't understand
where he's gone.

- Alright.

Stay with the car, I'll
have a look 'round.

This is Shepard to base.

Come in, please.

- I confess to a mighty God,

to Mary of a virgin,

to blessed Michael the archangel

and blessed John the baptist.

To the holy apostles
Peter and Paul

and all the saints,

that I've sinned exceedingly

and thought mind indeed,
through my fault,

through my fault.

Through my most grievous fault.

- Trisha.

You're not dancing?

- There'd have to be
a doctor present.

- Gale?

What?

- Are you okay?

- Must be that cheap
whiskey at your place.

- Ooo, it's spooky.

His name's
Father Justin Simpson,

he was from the village church.

- He's a priest?

- Top of the class, Bummer.

He's young.

- It's not our accident
victim then.

- Mr. Dalziel?

George Appleton, local GP.

- That'll do.

So what's the desk, doc?

- Well, I'd say blow or blows
with a heavy blunt instrument.

- Time?

- A couple of hours ago at most.

Say what?

10 pm?

- PC John Shepard, sir.

I was first on the scene
with the driver,

Sue Blackstone.

- Where is she?

- At home.

We've got a statement.

- Any idea on the man
she knocked over?

- Male, middle aged
is all we know.

Not local, Mrs. Blackstone said.

They're doing an E fit.

Well you two
must've known him.

- Not well.

He'd not been long with
Father Tibbings.

- Any idea why he ended up dead?

- Perhaps it has something
to do with the miracle.

- What miracle?

- Oh, these woods
have been ordered

by angels and demons for
centuries, Mr. Dalziel.

The miracle happened right
there by the Angel's Tree.

- I'm so off the jacket,
none of these stories.

- It's not a story, sir.

One of the village children,
Sue Blackstone's girl,

Bryony, she was thrown
off a horse last summer

and paralyzed.

A few weeks back, she
was visiting the tree

with her family--

- And he injury
spontaneously cured itself.

- Well I can't see
how it's relevant.

- It's the reason Father
Simpson was sent here.

To make sure the miracle
was properly promoted.

A lot of people around here
thought he'd gone too far.

Father Tibbings?

- Yes?

- DI Pascoe.

This--

This is Superintendant Dalziel.

- Mr. Dalziel.

John, PC Shepard, called by
to say that you were coming.

Please.

He was an orphan,
brought up by the church.

I'll arrange a mass
in the morning.

- Can you tell us when you
last saw Father Simpson?

- Well, we had supper together.

Coffee afterwards.

I went up to my room
and Justin, uh,

Father Simpson went
out for a walk.

- Was that usual?

Well, him walking at night?

In this weather?

- I can't say if it was usual.

He'd been here less
than a month.

- He'd been sent to
help out with a miracle,

so I hear.

- Yes, it's,

it's a great blessing, but
it's made a lot of work

for an old man.

- Where did he come from?

- The city, St. Marlows.

No reason
to believe he brought

trouble with him?

- Well no.

Not that I'm aware of.

- Well a month is scarcely
enough time to make enemies.

- Well there's a Dr. Weston.

He's a scientist, not
a man of faith.

He's got it into his
head that there's a

scientific explanation
for our miracle

and he's been pestering
the Blackstones

and other families to
partake in a experiment.

He and Father Simpson,

disagreed from time to time.

- Had a row you mean?

- Doesn't sound like much of
a motive for murder, Father.

- I'm not suggesting Dr.
Weston is a murderer.

- You don't know anyone else
around here who is, do ya?

- These are decent
folk, Inspector.

You'll need to hunt for
your killer elsewhere.

Did you see
the way he looked at you?

Like he'd seen a ghost.

- Eh, strange old crow.

- Priests are strange.

He was edgy about Simpson.

- Stick Weston on the
list to talk to, anyway.

And do a background check
on Simpson and Tibbings.

- Okay.

- Creepy place, huh?

- Aye.

Come on Bummer.

Don't spare the horsepower.

- The police were just
here, you know.

- I saw them.

Father, you best come
to the church.

Father.

Somebody's broken in, Father.

I saw someone today in
the graveyard, a man.

- What man?

- I couldn't be sure, Father.

- Oh no.

Oh my Lord, no.

- Can Emily stay the
night, Mr. Weston?

- You might be fed up
with each other by then.

We'll see.

- I thought Pam was
bringing her.

- She had an emergency call out.

Can we talk?

- Not here.

- Where, then?

- I'll come to the lab, later.

- Okay.

- Quite a turn out.

Told ya.

It's big news, this miracle.

- Big business, too,
by the looks of it.

- I know I might be wrong, John,

but I think that's him.

- You have no way
of knowing that.

- Gents.

- Sir.

This is Jerry Blackstone,
the drivers' husband.

He looked after the woods
for the priest.

- Oh.

I heard about your little girl.

On by the church
alley, the woods?

- Aye, yeah.

Father Tibbings rent 'em
out for out shooting.

I'll look after the
birds, keep rights clear.

- So you'll be there
night times?

- Birds are almost full grown.

Poachers about.

- See anything last night?

Any strangers?

- Well, I wasn't much
over that side.

- Ever seen that face before?

No.

Remember where
you were at 10 o'clock?

- I never left me house 'til 10.

Who's that?

- That's Dr. Weston, sir.

- I'll let you get on then.

- Blackstone wasn't
too friendly.

- This is Yorkshire, Bummer.

It goes without saying.

- Not much of an advertisement
for the medical profession.

- Isn't that the
way you like me?

Happy with the news,
are ya, about Simpson?

- One less miracle
monger on my case.

- I'll pass your condolences
on to the

congregation then, shall I?

Why am I here?

- You screwed up.

Or tried to rip me off,
one or the other.

- You've lost me.

- Some of the samples are wrong.

They don't match.

So either you mislabeled 'em,

or you're taking me for a ride.

- So maybe you mucked
it up on your end.

Wait a minute, how
about my money?

- I'm not paying for
damaged goods.

- Can I get you some
more samples?

I need that cash, Steve.

- It'd take too long.

Anyway, I'm making some
other arrangements.

See ya.

- Don't walk away.

I acted in good faith.

You should honor that.

- Spare me the moralizing,
George.

- I got some odd results
from the background check

on the priests.

Father Simpson was arrested
in Leeds two years ago.

Allegations of sexual misconduct

of a 14-year-old girl.

Never charged, though.

No corroborating evidence.

- Anything on Father Tibbings?

- Well nothing concrete.

Until he moved to Hanley
Dale, he used to run

a children's home about 20
miles from here, Whitley Hall.

- Oh.

- Yeah, but it burned down
under suspicious circumstances

in 1963.

The priest died.

Arson was suspected
but never proved.

There could have been
a third person

in the woods last night.

Our missing man could still
be in here, somewhere.

Under all this.

- Get a dig team
in, take a look.

- It's a weird atmosphere
though, isn't it?

Very Blair Witch.

- Are we speaking in tongues?

- It's a horror film.

- These woods are over
1,000 years old, apparently.

Lots of ghosts, secrets buried.

Bummer's been filling me
in on the local legends

of the supernatural.

- There's no such thing, Andy.

- Stephen Weston?

Superintendant Dalziel.

This is DI Pascoe.

- Come in, Mr. Dalziel.

I assume you're here
about Father Simpson.

Not sure how I can
help you, but...

- We've heard there was
no love loss between

you and him.

- Not true.

I may have called him
a few choice names.

But he was no worse
than the rest.

Tibbings.

The Blackstones.

The congregation.

They're all blinded by the
faith as far as I'm concerned.

- You're referring
to the experiment

you're trying to set up?

- It's not an experiment.

It's just a simple set of tests.

- Tests?

For what?

- Bryony's not the only
person in this area

who's experienced
miracle healing.

- Aye.

We've heard about the legend.

- They're not just legends.

I've need researching
accounts of similar cases.

Now I think that
some, if not all,

of these local miracles,
might be the result

of a specific, genetic anomaly.

Something shared by
and passed down

through old families
like the Blackstones,

that have lived around
here for generations.

- So, all you need is their DNA?

- Initially, yes.

And if you're right?

- Oh.

It could mean a revolution
in gene therapies

for some conditions
previously thought

to be incurable.

- And a small fortune
for you, I imagine?

- Huh.

That, too.

- Except the church folk
aren't happy having their

divine intervention
turned into some

wriggly thing you can only
see under a microscope.

- Something like that.

Or risk losing all the
pilgrims' money they're lining

their pockets with.

You must've seen what's
happening in the village.

Hanley Dale used to
be a friendly place.

Incomers like us were
made to feel welcome.

Now?

We're more like an
oppressed minority.

- So what'll you do?

Drop the tests?

- I'm not giving up
that easily, Inspector.

Is there anything else?

- You can tell us where
you were about

10 o'clock last night.

- I was here.

- What time did you go home?

- About 11.

Look, does it matter?

You don't think I
killed Simpson?

- I don't think anything
yet, Dr. Weston.

- Oh.

Now who's the luckiest
dad in all the world?

- You are.

- Go on.

Now be more careful.

- You were up late
and out early.

- Weather's coming in.

Lots to do.

- The police are on their way.

- Is she alright running
around like that?

- She's fine.

- Well the doctor said
we should build her

strength up slowly.

- Don't fuss, Jamie.

She's just like any
other normal little girl.

- I don't want her
hanging around with that

Weston girl anymore.

- You can't choose her
friends for her.

Steve brought Emily
up this morning.

- I told you to stay
away from Stephen Weston.

- Don't you mean Father
Tibbings told you to tell me?

- Don't bring Father
Tibbings into it.

- I don't understand what's
going on with you, Jaime.

Why are you so angry
about everything?

I mean, ever since Bryony's
been cured,

and all this madness with
the miracle started--

- God blessed us, Sue.

He gave us Bryony back.

- I know.

- Now that's all that matters.

Now stay away from
Stephen Weston.

And don't go telling the
police any of our business

either, do you hear me?

- We're definitely not
popular with the congregation.

- You didn't join the force
to be anyone's friend, Peter.

Your Bryony's a lovely
little girl.

Yeah, she's
a lucky one, too.

- Lucky?

Not a miracle, then?

What happened?

- It don't matter to me what
you call it, to be honest.

Those months after the
accident were the worst

of my life.

Now she's well again.

Not how your
husband feels, is it?

- I'm not a churchgoer.

He has his faith.

- He's not happy questioning
God's will

or God's providence.

And neither should anyone be.

- This is the police, mum.

My mother-in-law,
Bea Blackstone.

- Pleased to meet you,
Mrs. Blackstone.

- So, what did you want to ask?

- We're still trying
to work out why

anyone would wanna kill
Father Simpson.

Apart from possibly
Stephen Weston.

- Father Simpson wasn't
all that popular

with anyone around here.

- Why was that?

- He was a bit of a fanatic.

The Westons and their
friends thought

he was turning the
religion into a theme park.

You've not found the
man I hit, then?

- Not yet.

I meant to ask.

You said in your statement
that he was carrying a torch.

- Aye, one of those
big metal ones.

I saw it in his hand
just before I hit him.

- And you're sure you
didn't recognize him?

- No.

I mean, I should've looked
in his bag properly.

I was trying to find
a mobile that worked.

- What bag?

- It wasn't mentioned
in your statement.

- Oh, I thought I told John.

- Perhaps he forgot to
make a note of it.

Can you remember what
was in the bag?

- Yeah, yeah, a load
of old books.

Big ones, like ledgers.

And one of those old box files.

This is my
second favorite.

- And which is your
first favorite?

- I haven't found it, yet.

- Morning, Father.

- Mr. Dalziel.

Um, do you think you can
start without me, Joshua?

Good boy.

- Had some trouble?

- Window was broken
in the night.

It'll be teenagers
from the village.

- Nothing taken, then?

No one got in?

- No, no, nothing at all.

- Kiddies seem to be
enjoying themselves.

- Holiday club for
working families.

- Very socially minded.

- The church has a special
affinity with children.

Their welfare is the
most important part

of our ministry here.

- So we've heard.

- Did you know about Father
Simpson's problem with children?

- If you mean the allegation
against him,

it was never proved.

Malicious bit of nonsense.

- You seem very certain.

- I have responsibilities
here, as you can see.

I would never risk the
children' safety.

Mentioning the
allegation got a rise out of
him.

He didn't
like you, so,

you weren't exactly
putting him at his ease.

- If it was a stone thrown in,

why has the glass fallen here?

- More like a breakout
then a break in.

Maybe the vandal was inside
but it was locked up.

- Or an invisible man.

Father Simpson goes for a
walk, see our man breaking

out the window, thinks he's
stolen something, gives chase.

- Maybe he did steal something.

- Father Simpson had
been supporting a couple,

both of them were drug addicts.

Their daughter developed
a crush on him.

After he'd carefully
rejected her attentions she

went straight to social
services and told them

he tried to rape her.

A pack of adolescent
lies, the whole thing.

- You seem very sure,

considering the number
of child abuse cases

the church has been involved
in recently.

- I'd have thought you'd
have learned the dangers of

making assumptions as
a police officer.

- Father Simpson was arrested.

- Father Simpson was
dealing with very

needy people, Inspector.

Our vocation makes us
vulnerable to needy people.

- It cuts both ways.

- An occupational hazard.

- Was he being groomed to take
over from Father Tibbings?

- There were no official
plans of that sort.

He was sent to supervise the
marketing of the miracle.

- Marketing?

- If we want the church
to survive,

we must have something to
offer today's consumers.

- So the miracle was a
blessing in more ways than one?

- God's purpose fulfilled.

- How does the murder of
Father Simpson fulfill

God's purpose?

- I've made my decision,
and it's no, Steve.

I can't do it to Jaime.

- How come this sudden
attack of conscious?

- What?

- You betrayed him once recently
to my certain knowledge.

- What are you talking about?

- You lied to your husband.

Betrayed his beliefs.

You had an abortion.

- How dare you.

I had no choice about
the termination.

It's all in the past now.

- Unless he finds out.

- He's not going to find out.

- Not as things stand.

- Are you threatening me?

- I need those samples.

- Why can't you just accept
that nobody wants this?

- I'm not gonna let
ignorance and superstition

stop me doing what's right, Sue.

- Well, and here I
was thinking it was

your precious funding
you were panicking about.

- Look.

All you have to do is
collect a toothbrush,

a hairbrush, or a piece
of warn clothing

from everyone in the family.

Don't forget Jaime's mother.

Bring it to me here tonight,

and it's all over.

- They'll find out.

- Not for months.

- Alright.

But you're a very sad man.

Pathetic, really.

I almost feel sorry for you.

Father Tibbings?

- Yes?

- Um,

I'm sorry to bother you
but I was reading

about the miracle and I
saw your name in the paper.

I know it's a funny
question to ask,

but I wondered whether
you used to work

at St. Marlows Church?

In Leeds.

It was a long time ago.

- No, I'm sorry.

I've never lived in Leeds.

- Oh.

It was--

- I'm sorry, if you'll
excuse me.

I have a party to attend to.

- Yes yes, of course.

Wait a second.

Harriet?

- What are you doing here?

- Well work, as it happens.

I was about to ask you the same.

- I was,

I was just having a
look in the church.

- Since when were you
interested in churches?

- There's bad news, Andrew.

- Oh.

- I've got cancer.

- Cancer?

Since when?

- It's been a year or more.

- A year--

- I've had treatment,
but, it didn't work.

I've been told I got two
or three months at best.

- Three months?

- Don't repeat everything
I say, Andrew.

I would have told
you, soon enough.

- I'm your brother, Harriet.

You're my only living relative.

I should've known straight off.

- What I do and what I
decide is my business.

You know now.

- Well can't we go
somewhere and talk?

- No, not now.

I've made all the arrangements.

The funeral's paid for.

But there are one or two
things I need you to do

regarding my estate.

I'll call you during the week.

Good bye, Andrew.

- Wasn't that your sister?

Is there a problem?

- No.

- You sure?

- Let's get out of here.
- Okay.

- What, Wieldy?

What have we got?

- Take a look, sir.

It's a little girl, sir.

It's been there a
long time, too.

About 40 years, I reckon.

This was in there with her.

- And this rosary, sir.

- Anything else?

- Her neck was broken.

I can't say how though.

- Angel didn't do much of a
job for this one, did she?

- No, sir.

- You've been here
all your life.

Any idea who she could be?

- No, sir.

No idea.

- We'll have to wait
for the rag and bone man

to give us a date for
this little girl.

- 40 years.

About the same time as the
children's home burned down.

- Check the records.

See if there are any girls
missing from the home.

And get a description of
this doll to the local media.

And let's do an appeal
on the evening bulletins.

You never know.

Someone might recognize it.

What about Tibbings?

- I'll have a chat with
him in the morning.

- Alright.

- Fancy a drink before
home, Peter?

- I can't tonight.

I'm seeing a film with a friend.

Unless there's something
you want to talk about.

- No.

Nothing special.

You go off.

- See you tomorrow.

- Aye, alright.

- Please look after my mum
and dad, Saint Elizabeth.

Amen.

I don't know her candle, dad.

Well done, Bryony.

- Should I say a prayer
for Father Simpson, Father?

- It would be kind if you did.

Bryony, tea time.

- Evening, Sue.

- Father.

Come on, sweetheart.

I'll call in
again later, Father.

- Father Tibbings.

- Your grace.

We weren't expecting you.

- Yes, well it's not every
day we have a priest murdered

and a child's skeleton
discovered in the woods.

It was on the news in
the car on the way here.

Haven't you heard?

- No, I,

may the Lord have mercy.

- So do you have any idea
of what's going on here?

- No.

None whatever.

- Father Simpson told me
you and he were at odds

over his work in the village.

- Well matters were disagreed
about, nothing more.

- I'm well aware of your
history, Father.

Your crises of conscious
have strained

the trust and loyalty
of the church in ways

that I would never
have tolerated.

- We all fail, your grace,
we all lose our way.

- On this occasion, there's
no margin for failure.

There will be reporters all
over the place by morning.

The media is already changing
its approach towards us.

- Well I can manage.

- For now you'll have to.

But you're expendable, Leonard.

If you break ranks,

I'll make you the scapegoat.

You understand?

Jaime.

- John.

I feel like Susan's been
listening to Steven Weston.

- You'll have to watch
her, Jaime, I can't.

We've got other things
to worry about.

They've found a child's
skeleton near Angel Oak.

- No.

- Easy does it.

- Have you told Father Tibbings?

What's going on, John?

I mean, why is this happening?

I mean, God granted
us a miracle.

He gave us our Bryony back.

He forgave us.

- Calm down, man.

- You've got to find Terry.

You've gotta get back
what he's taken.

Get him out of here.

- You don't even
know if it's him.

- I know.

- It's too risky to try, Jaime.

Dalziel will find out.

You've got or
John, we've got no choice.

- John?

- Sue.

I'll get off.

You alright?

- Aye.

- I'm just gonna
go out for a bit.

Me nan's still poorly.

- Don't go against me, Sue.

- I don't know what you mean.

- Aye, you do.

- You'll have to
trust me, Jaime.

- All I've ever wanted,
was to protect ya.

And care for ya.

You,

mum, Bryony.

- I know that.

- And if the family means
as much to you,

you'll do as I ask.

I've got to get off.

- Large whiskey, please.

Evening doc.

- Evening.

- Thank you.

- So, what do you make
of our medical?

Are we blessed, or cursed?

- Why would you cursed?

- Time to go.

Appointment with my conscious.

Good night, Superintendent.

- I hope you're not driving
home, doctor.

Harriet.

It's me, again.

You must be home by now.

You could at least
do me the courtesy

of picking up the phone
so I can stop

worrying if you're alright.

Seen this man?

Are you sure?

No one saw you?

- I don't think so.

- Have you got it all?

- Yeah.

- Bring it to me here, then.

What?

- I thought I heard something.

- I didn't.

Come on.

- No, I mean it.

- Come on, Sue.

I don't want to be
here all night.

- Harriet?

Yes, please, do.

Who was first on the scene?

- I was, sir.

There was a fatal accident
on the Leeds road earlier.

I was on my way back.

- Arson or an accident?

Looks like the former.

Has anyone
called Stephen Weston?

We think
that's him, sir.

- Is he the only one?

- So far.

What's the
security like here?

- No overnight guards.

Just a security alarm system,
which wasn't triggered.

And access codes on
the all the main doors,

including the gates.

Who do
you all account?

- Only Mr. Weston,
as far as we know.

- What about his ID, someone
must have gotten ahold of them.

- Or Stephen Weston
let his killer in.

Harriet?

Yeah?

Speaking.

I'm her brother, what's
wrong with her?

- I'm not telling you
anything at the minute, sir,

she's just come in.

She's got
cancer, you know.

- We're aware of that.

- Where are you taking her?

Where's the doctor?

- We've paged one to come in.

- Come in?

She needs a doctor now.

- I need to attend
to your sister now.

- Let me come with you.

- No.

Not straight away.

Please.

Let him go, Andy.

She's on the
acute cardiac unit for now.

- Cardiac?

- There's a waiting room
at the top of the corridor.

I'll come and find you.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I never knew myself
until this afternoon.

Why her?

Why now?

- Andy?

- Oh, Pete.

What time is it?

- Past seven.

You've been here all night.

- Oh.

I must've...

What's occurring?

- The pathologist called.

He's written a report on Weston.

- What about the little girl?

- It's another murder.

The pathologist reckons the
neck was broken by strangling.

Not a fall or accident.

- She's still unconscious.

Harriet.

Doctor hasn't seen her.

The ward's a nightmare.

There's blood everywhere.

Someone died in the next bed.

Took 'em out in a metal coffin.

- You need some proper sleep.

- Cheryl'll sort me out.

- Would you want the day off?

I could cover for you.

- No, I'll give 'em
me mobile number.

- Won't you wanna stay?

- They won't let
me sit with her.

Too disruptive to routines.

Anyway, I can't stay
around here twiddling

me thumbs all day.

I got two killers to find.

- Right.

Toxicology is unremarkable.

Cause of death is, as advised,

smoke inhalation rather
than burning.

But, he also suffered a
hematoma to his left temple.

Now, there, so it's
possible he was already

unconscious when
the fire started.

- What caused the hematoma?

- More likely a blow.

It could just have been
caused accidentally

by a slip or a fall, but,

odds are against it, though.

- Anything yet from the fire
investigators or forensics?

- Well they know it
started in the lab

where Weston was found.

And they know the accelerant
was one of the chemicals

normally kept there, which
makes arson tough to prove.

Funny coincidence.

- What is?

- Well the other fire,
the old children's home.

Same circumstances,
more or less.

One man dead with
a cracked skull

and suspected arson,
but no proof.

Maybe it's more than
a coincidence.

- Have you caught something
from Bummer?

- Okay, I'll let him know.

- What's occurring, Wieldy?

- That was Carrie.

She's got a bite on
the invisible man

from one of the car high firms.

His name's Terry Blake.

And he's Australian, apparently.

- Where is she now?

- On her way to his address.

- Oh, tell her to be careful.

I don't want him approached.

- I'll let her know.

- Any word from the forensic
pathologist?

- He called about
10 minutes ago.

We've got an ID for
the little girl

from her dental records.

- Katherine Brakespeare.

Date of birth, 27th
or June 1955.

It gives her address
as the children's home

at Whitley Hall.

Afternoon, Father.

- PC Shepard's just told
me about the accident

at the laboratory.

- We don't think that's
what it was.

- I was praying for his family.

- Do you remember a
little girl called

Katherine Brakespeare?

- Yes, of course.

Kitty.

- She was one of the
children at Whitley Hall.

The home you used to
be in charge of.

- She ran away just
before the fire.

We searched and searched
but never found her.

There's no
contemporary police report

of a run away.

Why did she run away?

- We never knew.

Didn't you report it?

- Well of course.

We were frantic with worry.

To the local copper?

- Yes.

- What was his name?

- I'm afraid I don't remember.

- How long before the
fire did she run away?

- A few days.

Two, I think.

- You see, from a police
point of view,

the coincidence would
merit some inquiries.

Even in those days.

- It was a long time ago.

I'm sure they did,
I don't remember.

- I could caution you father
and make this official.

Would that prod your memory?

Who was the
priest who died?

- His name was Father Creely.

He was taking over for
me as head of the home.

The minister here at Hanley
Dale had died that winter

and I was due to replace him.

- What happened to
all the children?

- They were sent away.

Dispersed to other church homes.

- You haven't wondered
why we're asking, Father.

About young Kitty.

- I'd heard you'd found
something in the woods.

- Any idea how she
might've got there?

- No.

- DC Harris, Weatherton CID.

I was given this address
for this man.

This is Terry Blake.

Is he still staying here?

Aye,
that's Mr. Blake,

all the way from Sydney.

- Is he here now?

- His key's on the hook,
he must be out.

- Can I have a look in his room?

- I suppose it'll be okay.

- Thank you.

- Yes?

- Sorry to butt in.

- Not my professional services
you're in need of, then?

- Depends who you ask.

I wanna know what you
meant about the village

being cursed by the miracle.

- There's not a lot I know.

And some I've guessed.

I know Steve Weston was
a very greedy man.

And a ruthless one.

- Did you kill him?

- Wouldn't have done
me any good if I had.

When Steve realized
he couldn't persuade

the villagers to cooperate
in his tests,

he persuaded me to steal
my patient's DNA.

For money.

- How do you mean?

Steal their DNA?

- I'd get swabs.

Skin tissue.

Hair samples.

I labeled them up and
sent them to Steve.

In return, I was supposed
to receive 10,000.

- But you didn't get it?

- No.

Steve told me he'd been
looking at a couple

of the families I'd sampled
and found that their

DNA didn't tally.

He accused me of messing it up.

But I hadn't.

I'd discovered somebody's
little secret.

- Go on.

- Someone must've found
out what Steve was doing.

- Someone like Sue Blackstone?

- No.

Sue didn't kill Steve.

- Well she was involved
with him somehow.

- I think he was after
the same arrangement

with her as he had with me.

You see, he couldn't do anything

without her family's
DNA to compare.

But, the Blackstones
aren't registered with me.

- Coming back to the scene
of your crimes, aye, Father?

I should've known you'd come.

Maybe I was even
hoping you would.

Are you alone?

- Is it you, Terry?

- Oh yeah.

It's me.

Aren't you gonna tell
me how well I'm lookin'?

Considerin'?

- Have you brought back
what you took from us?

- I'm not bringing
anything back.

I've come for the truth.

Justice.

- The truth isn't
all yours, Terry.

- Oh, is that right?

Still playing God, aye, Father?

Still doling out salvation
to the favored few?

- There are people to protect.

- Like you protected me?

And my sister?

It was her they found
in the woods, wasn't it?

They said,

they said her neck was broken.

How did she die, Father?

Did you kill her?

- No.

- Did you burn this place down?

Was that you?

Destroying the evidence
of what you'd done?

- I would never have hurt her.

- Oh, is that right?

- As God is my witness.

You must leave here, Terry.

The police are looking for you.

- Not until I find out
what happened to Kitty.

- Why can't I see Emily?

She's got to
stay with her mum today.

- But why?

- Her dad's had a
very bad accident.

- He doesn't believe
in the angel, does he?

I drew a picture of dad.

- He's got a very sad face.

- He always looks
sad these days.

- Mind if I come in?

- Why don't you go to your
room for a few minutes, love,

and play?

Okay.

I can't believe
what's happened to Steve.

- Can't ya?

- What does that mean?

- Did you give Steve
what he wanted?

- How do you know?

- So did ya?

- Aye.

I did.

- Did you go back
there last night?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- I handed over the
things he asked for

and then I left.

- You weren't bothered going
behind your husband's back?

- Yes I was bothered.

I got pregnant out of the
blue three months ago.

I had a termination.

I never told Jaime
or his mother.

It would have ended the
marriage either way.

Pamela, Mrs. Weston,
helped me arrange it.

Steve must've found out.

- And he threatened to tell
if you wouldn't cooperate.

No love loss then between
your husband

and Stephen Weston?

- They used to get on
before all of this.

- Do you think he knew
what you were doing?

Or found out?

- No.

I was careful.

- Where was he last night?

- In the woods.

My husband's a good
man, Mr. Dalziel.

He's not a killer.

- Most of them are made,
not born, Mr. Blackstone.

That's my experience.

- Damn.

DC Harris.

Yeah, I was about to call, sir.

I found the invisible man.

Or where he's staying, anyway.

And I found all this
stuff in his room.

- Well put it all back
and get your spotty ass

out of there before he
catches you, Bummer.

What's the address?

Alright.

I'll get a surveillance
team down there now.

Bummer's found him.

Blake, a B and B in Weatherton.

I've got surveillance onto it.

- I've just checked
Tibbings' CV again.

He was in Australia for
a couple of years

before he came back to Ramon.

- Dalziel?

Okay, sister, thanks.

I'll come down.

Harriet's awake, I'd better go.

I'll see you back
at the vic later.

Call me if Blake turns up.

- Andy.

- Well I'll put a whistle
around me neck,

blow it if I need ya.

Hello, love.

- Oh, Andrew.

What are you doing here?

- What do you think I'm doing?

How are you feeling?

- Tired.

- The doctor's due in
a couple of hours.

They're gonna see
what they can do--

- Oh, there's no point.

No help now,

I don't want anymore fussing.

- Don't talk like that.

- Why not?

I'm dying anyway.

- I brought you some flowers.

- I don't know why you bothered.

- Give us an inch, Harriet.

- I don't know why
you're wasting your time.

You've got a lot better
things to do.

- Better?

You're my sister, Harriet.

You're dying.

What else am I supposed to do?

This is what it's always been
like with you, hasn't it?

Even now.

Why are you always
pushing me away?

Back when I was a kid.

You were always backing away.

Always a sour face.

Always disapproving,
disappointing.

I think your
sister needs to rest now.

- I'm talking to her!

- Now is not the best time.

- Don't tell me what best--

- Andrew, don't make trouble.

- Alright.

I'll be back to see the doctor.

- She needs a few
things from home.

An IT, a dressing gown,
some toiletries

would be useful if you
could manage it.

Is that a problem?

- No.

No, I'll get a key
from the neighbor.

- They found Terry.

I tried, I was too late.

- We find the books?

- Not yet.

It won't be long, though.

They've identified Kitty.

They know about the fire.

What happened last
night at the lab, Jaime?

Was it you, man?

- Leave me alone, John.

- Jaime--

- I said leave me
alone, didn't I?

- We can't go on with this.

- There's no going back now.

- Perhaps all this that's
happened is a sign.

- A sign?

- That it's time.

That it's time to end it.

- We've made promises, John.

- We were children, Jaime.

I can't protect you anymore.

Not now, with Weston dead.

- You're gonna do
what we promised!

What Father Tibbings told you.

- I can't protect
him either, man.

Don't you see?

I'll have to go.

- John, come back.

John!

I said come back!

This is my family!

It's my life!

- Let me go!

Well this is fun.

- Patience and processes,
Carrie.

It's what police
work's all about.

- Heads up.

- Alright, let's go.

- Wait 'til he's inside.

Good effort.
- Sorry.

- Come in now, love,
it might rain.

- I'm bored without Emily.

Can I go see Angel Oak?

- No, not today.

Not on your own.

- Ah, please.

I've been hundreds
of times on my own.

- No, sweetheart.

It's not safe at the minute.

Come in now, Bryony.

- Anything wrong?

- She's having some pain and
a little difficulty breathing.

- Where's the doctor?

- He left a short while ago.

- You said he'd be here
at five o'clock.

Has he done something for her?

- She had some morphine
written up.

It should help.

- Okay.

Thanks.

Lift.

It's John Shepard.

- Is he dead?

- Not quite.

Took a nasty blow to the head.

- Shepard must've found
out something.

- Or he knew something
all along.

- Have you told the boss?

- I'll leave it for a bit.

He's with his sister.

- Do you feel like talking?

I need to ask you a question.

I'd like to know why
you visited the church

in Hanley Dale the other day.

Did you go to talk
to Father Tibbings?

I found this in your room.

Who's the little lad in
the picture with you?

Why does it say,

"Ian and Harriet Wakefield?"

- Because he was my
brother, Andrew.

- But I'm your brother.

- Half brother.

Our mum was married before.

To my father.

I'm sorry, Andrew.

- Sorry?

I can't believe you
never told me this.

- My father died

in a logging camp in Scotland

after the war.

Our mum had no work.

No way of supporting us.

So me and Ian were
taken into care

by the church.

So where is he?

Ian?

- He disappeared.

- Disappeared?

- Someone once told our
mum that he had been sold.

By the priests.

And taken abroad to Australia.

Our mum tried everything
to find him.

But I was the only
one given back.

- But why was I never
told this, Harriet?

- Our dad.

Your dad.

When he married mum, he
made us all take his name.

He wanted us to forget
everything.

But we never could.

He was her first born.

My big brother.

We worshiped him.

All these years, I've
resented you, Andrew.

All these years, I've
been frightened for him.

Worried about

what he suffered.

Where he is.

If he's alive, even.

Can you help me, Andrew?

It's the only thing
I really want.

- What are you doing, love?

What's the matter?

Can I help you?

- Help?

You wouldn't listen, would ya?

There's no help now.

- Jaime.

Tell me what's--
- Let me go!

It's all over, Sue.

It's finished now.

Everything.

- Jaime, you're worrying
me now, love.

- You should've thought that
before you went to see him,

shouldn't you?

- Oh Jaime, I can explain.

- It's too late.

- Jaime?

- It's too late.

I tried to tell you.

Tried to tell you.

- Tried to tell me what?

Jaime, for god's sake what
are you going on about?

- Let me go!

- Right, Mr. Blake.

Before we talk about
Father Simpson,

perhaps you could explain
to us what we'd just seen.

- My name's Brakespeare.

Blake was the name the
church gave me when

they took me away.

- Uh huh?

- It was Whitley
Hall in the film.

Me and my sister were
sent there as kids.

You never heard about
the child migrants, aye?

- Migrants?

- Thousands of us kids
were taken away from

what the church societies
regarded

as unsuitable harms.

But we were expected
to keep so they

shipped out to Australia to

school farms.

Owned

by the churches.

Well they,

they taught us the basics, but,

they made us work.

And bloody hard.

And they lied to us.

Told us our parents were dead.

Some of the priests
and brothers, they,

they done

bad things to us.

Real bad things, you
know what I'm saying.

- Father Tibbings, was he
involved in sending you away?

- Oh yeah, he was
involved alright.

But,

had a bit of a conscious
but was,

some of the kids,
like me sister,

ended up not going.

- What happened in the
woods the other night?

- Oh.

I saw Father Timmings'
name in the paper.

Tracked him down, easy.

His name was one of the few
things I could remember.

I was waiting in the church
to talk to him that night.

I went up to the altar
and I saw those things.

I guessed what they were.

I waited 'til he locked up and

I stole 'em.

The other priest must've
seen me, ran after me.

Chased me.

I was near the road when
he caught up with me and I,

I didn't mean to hurt
the bloke, he had me bag.

I just wanted it back.

I panicked and, whacked
him with me torch,

grabbed the bag and ran.

- You'll have to be charged.

- Oh yeah.

Charge me.

Forget about the
rest of it, aye?

- Terry, I need to ask you.

If...

I was looking for someone,

one of the children
they took to Australia,

is there anyone who
could help me find them?

Wieldy.

Go to the society.

See if they've got anything
on this man.

- Who's he, sir?
- That's my business.

- What are you doing, Andy?

We should be finishing
this interview.

- The interview will keep.

Get your coat.

Have you ever thought
about dying, Peter?

- Not really.

- No.

You're still immortal.

The other night in that
waiting room, it hit me.

Once she's gone, there's
nobody else.

All the family, dead and gone.

All those memories.

The lives of the people we knew.

Soon I'll be the only one left,

to keep them alive, like.

You don't know what I'm
talking about, do ya?

- Bearing witness to life.

- Aye?

- It's a metaphor.

From a novel, I read all
about what you're saying.

They said the magic notebook's
passed down

through the generations
to keep their memories

and the spirits and the
heart of the family alive.

- Aye.

I always thought family
was for other people.

Until I knew I was
gonna lose it.

DI Pascoe, we
have DS Wield for you.

Are you at
the church yet, sir?

Why?

Sue Blackstone's
called in.

Something's up with her husband
and she's asked for help.

- He's been gone an
hour, Mr. Dalziel.

- Where?

- Into the woods,
he's got his gun.

- Send for backup.

- Where to?

- Angel Oak.

We shouldn't
be doing this, Andy.

There's an armed killer
out here somewhere.

- Not sure you're right, Peter.

At least we know he's
not a cold blooded one.

Jaime!

There he is.

What's the gun for?

- I've not decided yet.

- Mind not pointing it at us?

- Don't come any closer!

- Alright.

Have it your way.

Who was it killed Kitty?

Was it you?

- No!

- You killed Stephen
Weston though.

You found out what
Sue was doing.

Or at least

you knew she'd gone to
see him last night.

- I told her not to go.

- But it didn't stop
her, did it?

Did you mean to kill him?

You had to protect
Father Tibbings.

Stop Weston finding out
that you had been

secretly adopted.

And that you come from
a children's home,

like Kitty Brakespeare.

I've been talking to Terry.

Her brother.

You were a friend of Terry's.

He put Kitty in your
care while he went away.

You and John.

- We were just children.

- So was it Father
Creely killed her?

- She was eight years old.

Same age as my Bryony.

Just a wee, fragile thing.

She was dead, with his
hands around her throat

when I found him.

He'd done terrible
things to her.

- You were just a lad.

You were sworn to protect
her, care for her.

- I loved her.

I loved her like me own sister.

- And when you found him
doing those terrible things,

you had to kill Creely,
didn't ya?

- Stay back!

- Well easy does it, Jaime.

- Leave me alone.

- You put the gun down, Jaime.

Do as he says, lad.

- You don't wanna hurt anybody.

- Stay back!

Leave me alone!

- Thank you children, well done.

That's all for tonight.

Off you go.

- Father Tibbings.

Jaime's dead.

He shot himself.

- Oh.

- I've been talking
with Terry Brakespeare.

- Blood on my hands.

- Whose blood?

No more riddles, Father.

We got four people dead,

and a police officer in
a critical condition.

- I was a young man, you see.

Very young.

I was posted to a
home in the city.

They told me the children
were being sent to Australia

for a better life.

And I believed them.

Until I went there

and saw for myself.

It broke my faith, Mr. Dalziel.

- So how come you're still here?

Still wearing the dog collar?

- Oh, at first I tried
to protest to my bishop.

I wrote letters to the
head of my church.

No one listened.

They expected me to
carry on the work.

- So then you went to
one Whitley Hall.

- I suppose you would
call it youthful arrogance

and pride but, I thought
I'd found a way

to satisfy my conscious
and serve my church.

- How did you arrange
the adoptions?

- I forged papers.

Bribed local officials.

And with the help of
compassionate members of

my congregation, I stole
some of the children back.

- John Shepard and
Jamie Blackstone.

- Among others.

Quite a number over the years.

They could never be
returned to their parents,

of course, but, at least
they were spared the worst.

- Or so you thought.

There was Creely.

- I didn't know.

I'd never imagined he
could be such a man.

- Even after Australia?

- I should have protected her.

- But that was left to
the children, to Jaime.

- He was so young.

He loved Kitty, he didn't
know what he was doing.

- You did, though.

You set the fire to
cover up the murder.

Did you bury Kitty, too?

- I couldn't leave her.

I'd failed her, I'd
let Creely destroy her.

I could let her burn
in the fire.

It was all I could do.

I've sinned all my
life, Mr. Dalziel.

Betrayed my church,

my God, my faith.

I have questioned his purpose.

- I suppose we're all
sinners, Father.

All doubters.

- And now we're all
being punished.

- Anything yet from
Australia, Wieldy?

- Just came through, sir.

- What's that?

Yes?

I see.

Right.

- Andy?

- It's Harriet, Peter,
I've gotta go.

- Then I'll drive you.

I said I'll drive you.

- Harriet, love.

Harriet.

I've found Ian.

Can you hear me?

I found your brother.

Our brother.

I've just spoken to his doctor.

He's safe and well.

And he's, he's got three
grand children.

Look.

Sent me a fax with photos.

- Thank you, Andy.

- Harriet.

I understand

how you must've felt
all those years.

But we're alright now,
love, aren't we?

Harriet?

- Aye, Andy.

We're alright now.

- Harriet?

She's gone.

- I'm sorry.

- We're alright, though.

We'll be alright.

- Yes.

It's such a shame you
didn't get here on time.

- No, we did.

Well I heard him talking
to her just now.

- People often do.

But she died just
after I called.

About 20 minutes ago.