All language subtitles for Inside Man (2022) - 01x02 - Episode 2.ORGANiC-gerard

Why do you care about this?

She's a good friend of mine.
She's missing.

I think she could be in danger.

It would help if you didn't lie.

- Thank you.
- I'm not lying.

The previous text, the one you sent her.

Dillon.

Coffee, when I'm back? Beth X.

You're not friends.

Serial acquaintances at best.

Because I cancelled a coffee?

Because you signed the text.

Good friends know that their number
is in the address book.

The truth, please. Come on.

I know her.

I respect and admire her.

Over the last six months, we've met
several times for coffee.

During that time, I've got to know
her well enough

that I'm pretty sure that picture
was a cry for help.

I think it's probably significant

that I was the person she sent it to.

Or the last person, who just
happened to text her.

What did the police say?

I haven't spoken to them.

You thought your story
would sound flimsy.

- Yes, I suppose.
- So...

..instead of going to the police,

here you are, consulting a convicted
murderer on death row,

who, only hours earlier,
you attempted to interview

for the reading pleasure of the
recreationally outraged.

I'm glad you're not my friend.

I think we're both glad about that.

Well, it's all getting a bit rude
in here.

From a man who made a magazine rack
out of a librarian's ribcage.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

- Janice Fife.
- It was a nurse.

Janice Fife is a good person, who I
think might be in trouble,

so I thought you might be interested.

Moral worth, that's what you want in
your cases.

Atonement.

You know, sorry to have bothered you.

No, wait, please! Please.

- It was a librarian...
- Dillon.

- ..but it was a drying rack.
- Quiet!

Copy that.

You thought your friend's possible
disappearance was an opportunity

to watch me in action and write
about it?

That's right, isn't it?

Which, in all fairness,
was quite clever.

No, that's not why I'm here.

OK. All right, OK.

Let me make you an offer.

I'm a man of my word, as Dillon will
confirm.

He is a man of his word.

I'll allow you to observe my next case.

- For example, his wife...
- Dillon.

Till death do us part.

Would you mind?

Sh.

I'll allow you to observe my next
case, and even write about it,

but on one condition.

Being?

I will not take the case of your
missing friend Janice

and I never want to hear you speak
of her again.

- Why?
- Do you agree?

- Do you have another case?
- There's a case coming in, today.

- Today?
- Today, yes.

My promise.

You can sit in on my next case.

You can write every word you want
to write about it.

You can even call me The Death Row
Detective, I won't stop you.

But only...

..only...

..on the absolute binding condition

that there is no more talk of your
missing friend.

Not one word.

Is this a test to see if I'll sell
my friend down the river?

Will you?

Christ, you're an evil piece
of shit, aren't you?

I'm under sentence of death
for strangling my wife.

Of course, I'm an evil piece of shit.

The question is, Beth...

..are you?

Mm.

With these hands.

OK.

OK what?

I'll sit in on your case.

I won't mention Janice again.

Your friend, Janice.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Your best friend, Janice.

Yes.

Poor Janice.

OK.

I'll speak to the warden.

You'll need to be back in this room
in one hour.

You're allowed to keep the lights
on, you know?

Oh, that's nice.

Nice to be allowed.

I turned them off, so my eyes could
adjust to the dark.

I thought it might be an advantage
in the circumstances.

Look, sorry, but there's a...

..pipe just beside you there.

So?

You just, sort of, you know...

What?

Attach yourself. Sorry.

Why?

I only want to talk to you. Just...

..chat.

Do you always bring handcuffs
to a chat, Vicar?

- Hah.
- It's not funny.

Not when I'm sitting down here
in my own piss.

It's not funny, Harry.

I'm sorry about this. Ben will be
back soon.

I just want to make sure that...

- ..you don't, you know.
- Make a nuisance of myself.

I really am sorry.

Where did you get the handcuffs?

We're going to sort this out.

We are reasonable people,
who just got themselves,

through no fault of our own,

into a completely unreasonable
situation.

Are they yours, the handcuffs?

We need to take a step back from
this whole stupid business.

Oh, no, are they a toy?

- Oh, I hope you haven't used them.
- They're just...

No, they're just a present. A sort of...

- ..joke present, when we got married.
- Of course.

But nothing dirty. Oh, no!

Just like the child pornography

on your son's flash drive was
nothing to do with him.

You better have cleaned these.

Sorry, can you just...

..click, click, click.

It wasn't Ben's.

What you saw, it truly wasn't.

Here we go again.

If I say I believe you,
will you believe me?

Can I go, then?

No, of course not.

I brought you some bed clothes.

Why?

I just...

There's no reason this has to be
uncivilised.

- Can you get me some plastic bags...
- What for?

..and some loo paper?

Can you do that? Some plastic bags
and some loo paper, please, Vicar?

Yes, of course.

You put your collar back on.

Yes.

Why? You're home from work, now.

Is the collar for me?

It's always strangely disgusting,
isn't it,

when someone's so keen to be trusted?

The collar isn't for you, it's for me.

It's a reminder that I have
standards to live up to.

Seeing as you have such standards,
Vicar,

can I remind you of one
tiny little thing?

You have no right to keep me here!

It's only till I can prove to you
that I'm telling the truth.

Oh, OK.

9pm tomorrow evening,

Skype call with my sister.

I never miss it
without a very good reason.

And like I said, that's when
they'll start looking for me.

By 9pm tomorrow, you will be home.

This will be over.

Leave the lights on, please.

Hey.

You OK?

I've been thinking, just theoretically,

about how you actually kill someone.

- Jesus!
- No, listen,

viewing this as a practical problem,

how do you physically, on purpose,
actually, make someone die?

- Have you ever thought about that?
- No!

And I'm not thinking about it, now.

See, in the movies,

it's all about the alibi and getting
rid of the body

and, fair enough, you know, those
things need doing,

but how do you kill a person
in the first place?

I mean, in cold blood.

What works? What do you use?

How do you know when you're finished?

What if they don't cooperate?

I am not...

..drunk!

You're being emotional.

Don't you dare talk to me like that.

If she leaves this house,

she will go straight to the police.

- We don't know that.
- She has no choice!

Of course, she does.

There's a paedophile being protected
by his father, the local vicar.

Do you think she's just going to
forget about that?

You assaulted her.

Do you think she's just going to let
bygones be bygones?

Would you bet your son's whole
future on it?

If she leaves this house, she has no
choice but to go to the police,

so we have no choice but to stop her
leaving.

How are we going to do that?

That is the only question.

The porn wasn't Ben's.

So, any investigation, if there
ever is one, would prove that.

After everyone knows.

After we keep our son home from school

because they're kicking
the shit out of him

and we've got a policeman on the door,

who doesn't even want to be there,
after the headlines.

- What headlines?
- What headlines?

The paedo teenager with his dad,
the violent vicar,

who threw a woman down the stairs
to protect the evil family secret.

Urgh!

Tabloids would have the biggest
collective orgasm

since Meghan met Oprah,

and all of it, all of that becomes
inevitable

the moment she leaves this house.

So, what are we going to do?!

Come on.

We're not out of options yet.

Let's stay calm and consider them.

What options?

For a start, I'm going to talk to Edgar.

- That won't work.
- Well, I... I think it will.

Let me try.

Do you know what I've been doing?

Drinking.

I've been Googling.

Googling what?

Let me tell you something ridiculous.

We're supposed to be this murderous,
warlike species, yeah?

Well, explain this,

why isn't there a single web page
out there

explaining how you kill a person?

The Internet, it's just all sex.

Every kind of sex.

Not one handy hint on how you kill
a human being,

but there's a suggested kitchen
implement for every size of anus.

According to the internet,
we're crazy about each other.

It's non-stop action.

No wonder this planet keeps spinning.

I looked up execution methods.

I got bondage dungeons.

- Funny.
- Funny.

It's funny, you think?

I'm going to find Edgar.

I won't be long.

Stay calm.

Stay out of the cellar.

Congratulations.

Some people say real estate is boring.

Me, for instance, I say that
all the time.

But tonight, you know what I think?

I think it's still boring,
but now, I've got an award.

Hey-hey!

If I'd known I was going to win
an award like this tonight,

I'd have brought my car. It's heavy.

Now, listen, seriously.

There are a lot of people
I've got to thank.

You know who you are.

So, do me a favour, call out your names

cos I forgot you all the minute
I got this award.

Look at you guys.

I'm the only one wearing a tux.

You got no respect.

Oh, thank you, ladies.

I'll be round to see you all later.

Save a high note for me.

Those things he says,
he doesn't mean it.

He was always like that.

- He's funny.
- He's always funny.

Thank you, everyone! Thank you.

OK.

Thank you, ma'am.

And that was the last time
anyone saw him?

Walked off the stage,
never seen again. Just vanished.

- When was this?
- Five years ago.

No, I'm sorry, time of day.

When in the day?

According to the timer on the video,
it says just before 8pm.

- Is that accurate?
- I think so.

I wasn't there.

He said I didn't have to go.

Was there a party afterwards or dinner?

I'd been before.
He was always winning things.

Yeah. No. Yes, of course.
No, I understand completely.

But was it a party afterwards or...?

I should have been there.

But you weren't there.

And now you're here.

Tell me.

There was going to be a drinks thing
on the balcony over the river.

Where he never appeared.

Mr Grieff, we're told
you have special powers.

No, I have a doctorate in criminology.

And a murder conviction.

But you see things other
people can't see.

Mainly the interior walls
of this prison.

Did you persuade your mother
to come here today?

No-one else is interested any more.

- Yeah.
- I heard about you, Mr Grieff.

I thought maybe you could help us.

We just want to know where he is.

Where did he go?

Well, where he went is fairly
obvious from the video, I think,

or will be once we get ahold
of some train schedules,

but where he is now...

..that's a little more complicated.

How is where he went obvious?

- Observation.
- Of what?

No idea, but it's usually observation.

But nobody knows where he went.

Nobody saw him.

Yeah, no. Nobody at all.

That's the point.

Tells us everything.

How?

You love him, don't you?

Well, yes.

You still laugh at his jokes.

You check to see if
everyone else is laughing, too.

You love your husband?

Of course I do.

And he loved you?

I always thought so.

Oh, I'm sure of it.

It's not fashionable to say so,
but husbands usually

love their wives and wives
usually love their husbands.

Love is very common,
but never commonplace.

If you know where he went,
if somehow you know that...

..please tell me.

I have a theory...

..but I'm not ready
to share it just yet.

Beth, will you take
Hannah's hands, please?

- Why?
- Because I can't...

..and we're about to have a
difficult conversation.

Hannah, have you given any
thought to the possibility

that I might actually find your husband?

Because after five years,
he's almost certainly dead.

Well, at least we would know.

Yeah.

Knowing would be something.

It'd be...

It'd be better than what we have
at the moment.

And what you have at the moment is...

..hope?

Yeah.

Hope's awful.

Yeah.

I suppose it is.

As far as I remember.

Thank you.

So what was that?

Are you showing off or do
you actually have a theory?

Could be both.

- It's usually both.
- OK, so tell me your theory.

No. You saw what I saw.

Tell me yours.

I saw a man get an award
and give a bad speech.

And then?

He disappeared into the night.

No, he didn't.

That's exactly what didn't happen.

Look at the video properly this time.

It's all there.

Just before 8pm on the
25th of July is not night.

That's a half-hour before sunset.

He walked off into broad daylight.

So what?

So everything.

You have a car, I presume?

Mm-hm.

Would you mind doing
some research for me?

- Ah.
- Oh, vicar.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Actually, I was looking
for Edgar. Is he around?

No. No, he's, er...
He's out with his friends.

Good. So he should be.

Do you happen to know where he went?
I need to speak to him.

He's got his phone.

In person.

Has he done something wrong?

If he's done something wrong,
I'm happy to get involved.

Do you know where he went?

Here, lads, what do you call a woman

with one leg shorter than the other?

Eileen.

He don't get it.

- Sorry, I've just got...
- Yeah, it's fine. Yeah.

Hi. Is there a problem?

Is it the church? Is it a church thing?

- Those your friends?
- Yeah. The guys.

- Just... the guys.
- Good.

Good to see you hanging out with people.

They come here a lot.

I join in.

I'm getting good at that, joining in.

I don't take no for an answer.

That's great, Ed. Good for you.

You said I had to meet
people my own age.

Yeah, your own age.

Do you want it back?

The flash drive, Ed. Do you?

The one you were hiding
from your mother.

You gave it to me at the church,
remember?

Your porn.

You were hiding your porn.

I won't tell your friends about it,
it's all right.

Or your mother.

I just want to know if you want it back.

I...

What?

What is it?

What?

Did you...?

Did I what?

Oh, come on, it's me.

You're safe with me.
You know that, don't you?

Look. Here. Come on.

Don't want your friends
to see you like that, do you?

What I'm asking is...

..do you want this back?

Your flash drive, do you want it back?

That's not mine.

No, it is. You gave it to me
earlier at the church.

It's fine. You're embarrassed.
Your mum was looking for you.

You gave it to me. I'm just
returning your property to you.

It's not mine.
I've never seen that before.

Edgar, why are you lying to me?

I'm not lying to you.

I'm not. Why are you saying that's mine?

That's not mine.

You gave this to me.

No, I didn't.

I didn't!

- Edgar, you're lying.
- You are! You're lying!

- Wait, just...
- I'm going home.

What do you want?

To help you.

- Where are we going?
- Church.

Why?

Because I'm a fucking vicar.

How many phone calls are you allowed?

I have a particular arrangement.

Cosy.

Not especially.

Did you look at the footage again?

A man in a tux gave a speech
and walked off the stage.

What about the audience?

I get it. He was the only
one wearing a tux. So what?

How far are you from Allenville?

Four miles.

Coming up on your right, there's a sign.

- Barney B's.
- Yeah, OK.

Go see Barney.
He's got something for you.

- What?
- Call me from Allenville.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Barney.

- In the back.
- Thank you.

Erm, Barney?

Barney!

Beth Davenport?

One sec.

What do I do with this?

- You deliver it.
- Where?

Wherever Mr Grieff says.

Thank you for this.

Oh, hey.

You get a message to Mr Grieff
if you're talking to him.

What message?

You tell him the subject's meant to
make a Skype call at 9pm tomorrow,

and that's 4pm our time.

- OK.
- OK.

But is that another case for Mr Grieff?

Yeah. Yeah, it's a case.

I thought it was time we talked.

Probably, yes.

Should I have brought you a glass?

I'd rather drink from the same glass
as you, if you don't mind.

What, you think I'm going to drug you?

Well, it'd be the clever thing
to do in your situation.

Better than a golf club, anyway.

Yeah.

Keep it.

So...

What happens now, do you think?

I think in the end,
and with regret, I'm sure,

I think you're going to kill me.

It sounds dramatic,
I know, but people do do that.

People kill people. It happens.

And I can't think of any other
way out of this, can you?

So, have you given any thought

to how you're going to get away with it?

Away with what?

My murder.

You must've been
thinking about it, surely.

No.

The killing itself is easy.

Is it?

You would have googled it, I'm sure.

It wouldn't be pleasant,
of course, but not difficult,

I wouldn't have thought.

You just have to be strong.

I think you're very strong, Mary.

Especially when it comes to Ben.
I've always like that about you.

I love my son.

If I doubted that,
I'd be a lot less scared.

This situation...

Nobody wants this.

I can help you.

- Sorry?
- I... can... help... you.

What do you mean, help me?

Help me with what?

I've been sitting down here thinking,

I don't have a lot
to bargain with, do I?

Except this...

I'm the only person in the entire world

who can help you get away
with my murder.

I'm sorry, but I-I...

I-I don't...

- What?
- I have a Skype call

tomorrow at 9pm with my sister.

I never miss it without
warning her in advance.

The moment I don't call, it starts.

First, my sister wonders where I am.

She asks my friends. They don't know.

And then I won't get
back home that night.

Then the search will begin in earnest.

The police will get access to my flat,

my neighbours have the keys,
and they'll find a diary on my desk,

at which point they will discover
that my last appointment

was here in this house with your son.

When they get here,
what are they going to find?

If they find me locked up
in your cellar,

I'm going to tell them
everything that happened.

Your husband will be arrested
for assault and your son

will be exposed as a paedophile.

That is never going to happen!

All of this becomes inevitable
from 9pm tomorrow.

Unstoppable, like maths.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless I email my sister
and cancel the Skype call.

- Why would you do that?
- I'd have to send the email.

Well, it would have
to come from my account.

Suppose you could write it.

You'd have to be very careful
with the wording, though,

people are going to be very
suspicious when I go missing.

- I suppose I could help you with that.
- Why would you help us?

Now, here's the clever part.

In the email, it could mention
that I'm going on a walking trip.

I go on those quite often,
about a week usually.

No contact with anyone.

I really don't understand.

My phone's broken.

That's true, as it happens,
thanks to your husband,

so there'd be no way to track me
or contact me during that week.

- Why would you help us?
- Oh, never mind that.

The point is, I can make
this easier for you.

You keep Ben safe and
get away with murder.

But only... only if I help you.

I have a Webmail account,

you already know the address,
so you just need my email password.

So...

Make me an offer.

An offer?

Well, I have something that you want.

What do you have that I want?

Nothing!

Everything.

My life, my freedom,
my friends, my family.

Everything that I will never
see again because of you.

But you can't offer me that, can you?

So, Mary, what else have you got?

Make me an offer.

You just think about it.

I'm tired. I'd like to sleep now.

- This just doesn't make any sense.
- Thank you for the drink.

I don't... I don't understand
what you expect me to do.

Well, that's not my problem, is it?

That's your problem, not mine.

Oh, I'm really very tired now.

It'd be kind if you
could leave the whisky.

By the way, mention a word
of this to your husband,

no password.

This is between you and me.

Tell the vicar what we talked
about and I won't help you.

Why?

Because I hate him.

I've never really liked him,

though I'm sure he thought I did,
but now...

..now I really hate him.

So keep that in mind.

Keep in mind how much I hate
your husband when you're wondering

what you can do for me.

Goodnight, Mary.

Leave the light on, please.

Have a good think.

Goodnight.

Why'd you lock the cellar?

Hi, Ben.

I thought...

How was the festival?

Yeah, a bit shit.

I just, erm...

Just locked it.

I don't know why.

Janice is still here, then?

No. No, of course not.

Why would she still be here?

I mean, that's her handbag, I think.

Sh-she must have...
she must have left it.

I'll phone her and tell her.

I-I'll tell her that it's... it's here.

Don't worry about it.

No, I will. I-I-I'll phone
her and I-I'll tell her.

- I'll do it.
- No, I will!

Need to talk to her anyway.

Hey, Janice, give me a call
when you get this.

You left your handbag here.

And anyway, still don't
have those modules.

Sorry about earlier,
Mum and Dad being weird...

Why are you dressed like that?

I'm at work.

No, you're not.

Take a pew.

Ed, take a pew.

I know what's on this.

I don't.

Yes, you do.

Never seen it before.

- You're lying.
- No, I'm not.

Do you think if I take
this to the police...

..do you think they won't be
able to tell who it belongs to?

They can do these things, Ed.

It isn't difficult.

OK.

Take it. Take it.

- I don't want to do that.
- Take it. I don't care.

I care, Ed.

I care because...

..this is a house of God
and you're lying to me.

- Do you want to pray?
- No.

Hm? I think you should.
I think you should pray.

God was with you in your darkest hour.

And now you lied in his house.

You need to pray. You know you do.

Look at me. Look at me.

If you can't confess your
sins to me, that's OK.

I don't matter. But, Ed...

..you HAVE to confess them to God.

That's the deal.

Yeah. OK.

If you've done wrong...

..that's OK.

We all do wrong.

But you have to lay yourself
open before God.

There's no forgiveness...

..without confessing your sins first.

Out loud, Ed.

There's no-one here.

You're here.

As God's representative, you know that.

And your friend.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

..forgive me my sins...

Is that right?

Good. That's very good.

Very good. Keep going.

I-I've been... looking at things...

..things I shouldn't look at.

Go on.

I know I shouldn't.

I know it's wrong.

The vicar always tells me
what's wrong and right,

and I know it's wrong.

What's wrong, Ed?

Ed?

What's wrong with the
pictures on the flash drive?

Edgar.

Will my mum know?

Know what?

Will she...?

This is between you and God.

Oh, God, I-I-I don't...

You need to say it.

There's no forgiveness
unless you say it.

You're never forgiven!
You're never forgiven!

I know! I know!

You have to say it, Ed!

Nobody forgives you!

God forgives! Just say it.
It'll be fine.

It won't be fine!

It'll be fine if you say it!

I can't!

I can't!

Of course you can. It'll be fine.

I want to die! I want to die!

Why can't I just die?!

Why do they have to stop it?!

Why is it anyone's business?!

Come here.

What are we doing?

Whatever stuff you've got on here,
I don't need to see it,

- I want you to put it on my computer.
- Why?

Make it look like it's been hidden away.

Somewhere obscure.

Make it look like it's mine
and I'm hiding it.

You understand?

- No.
- You're off the hook.

It'll be my fault.

It'll be me.

But... why?

Oh, I don't know. Christ knows.

Because. Just do it.

Am I catching a train?

Go to any window on the right.

You should be able to see
a conference centre.

Back of it.

That's where Connor disappeared from.

Yeah. And right behind it, the only
place he could have gone.

Allenville Station.

- Well, that's not true.
- Isn't it?

Have you got the footage there?

I've watched it over and over.
What am I missing?

Watch it again, specifically the moment

when the camera pans to the audience.

He was the only one wearing a tux.

How could a man wearing a tux,
carrying an award,

walk through the streets of
a city completely unnoticed?

Nobody saw him.

I'd say that's almost impossible.

Unless he walked across the
car park and came here?

- Exactly.
- Rubbish.

He'd have been noticed here, too.

He'd have stuck out just as
much here as in the street.

Turn the sound up.

Now go to when the doors open.

You guys.

I'm the only one wearing a tux.

- Can you hear it?
- You got no respect.

Beethoven's 9th.

Oh, thank you, ladies.

- Yeah, there's a concert hall in there.
- I checked.

What you just heard is four minutes
before the end of the symphony.

So...

It was nearly over, is what I'm saying.

I get what you're saying.

Why are you saying it?

What am I even doing here?

- Testing a theory.
- What theory?

- Watch.
- I've watched it over and over!

Not the video. The station.

Ode To Joy by Beethoven

I've timed your arrival with some care.

There's been a matinee today.

A concert has just finished
at the Allenville Centre.

I think the station should be
filling up right about now.

- Am I right?
- OK,

so that's even more people
who could have seen him.

Exactly. Even in a crowd, how could

Connor Doyle have gone
completely unnoticed?

A man in a tux carrying an award?

OK, how?

You're forgetting something.

Forgetting what?

The orchestra.

The orchestra has to get home, too.

You notice one man in a tux,

unless he is among lots of men in tuxes.

That's the way we see the world,
we see the exception, not the rule.

So 15 minutes after the speech we
saw came the only moment when a man

in a tux could have waited in
that station completely unnoticed.

All we need to know is what trains
were leaving within the next five

to ten minutes of his arrival.

OK, so I'll check.

I already checked.

Of course you have.

What did you find?

- What I was looking for.
- Which was?

A coincidence.

OK.

We're here. Off you go.

We're here. Go.

I don't understand why you did it.

Er...

God, I can't think of anything else.

I really can't. Nothing else. I just...

I just want to do the right thing.

Why is that so fucking difficult?

Fuck off. Go on, get inside.

Listen to me.

You never go anywhere
near that stuff again.

None of that... ever again!

You're ever tempted...

..you remember what I did for you,
what I did to myself for you,

then just stop.

You just stop.

I don't know why you're helping me.

Because I'm a fucking vicar.

Who's going to murder you?

Sorry? What?

Murder is one possible way
your life might end,

but who'd be the one to do it?

A stranger might kill you, but
unless you lead a violent lifestyle

yourself, that's highly unlikely.

Are you there yet?

Yes.

Go say hello.

Take the envelope.

The overwhelming likelihood
is that your murderer

is in your address book because
people tend to be murdered

by people they love.

Now, it could just be a coincidence,
but the first train that Connor

could have caught when he got
to the station was his train home.

Oh!

Hello again.

You OK?

No.

Within reason?

There's nothing reasonable about this.

No, there really isn't.

I could cancel the Skype call.

Give you more time before
anyone notices I'm missing.

I've got no more tuition all week.

It'll be a while before
people look for me.

Why would you do that?

I don't want you making decisions
in a hurry or doing anything rash.

No-one's going to do anything rash.

You could just email
my sister from my account.

I could help you with
the wording if you like.

I'm on Webmail.

Tell you the password.

I don't need it.

It's "password".

The password is "password".

It's stupid, I know, but
who cares about my emails?

Janice, I really don't need it.

Well?

- I'm tired. I just want to go to bed.
- No.

- Just tell me what happened with Edgar.
- It's OK. All fixed.

Ben's going to be fine.

What have you done?

I just need a moment.

No.

Tell me, what have you done?

You're going to be angry.

Tell me.

You going to show me
what's in that envelope?

You're holding it like it's important.

Give her the envelope.

Hello?

Excuse me?

What's happening?

She looked at the photograph and left.

Really?

That's interesting.

I thought she might just cry.

Where's she going?

Panic, probably. Running away.

People do.

Unless she's checking to see
if we dug up the body, too.

How did you get this?

Well, it seemed obvious that
having murdered her husband,

she probably buried the
award along with him.

How did you find it?

I didn't have to.

They get the same award every year.

Easy enough to find an image of it
and Photoshop some dirt on it.

He's very good, that Barney.

But she came to you for help.

Yeah, at the suggestion of her daughter.

- She still came.
- Of course she did.

She even appealed on television
for her husband to come home.

Liars are always the loudest.

But you said she loved him.

I'm sure she did.

Murder is rarely an expression
of indifference.

Is that what you tell yourself?

I don't know what I tell myself,
but I can tell you this,

if you truly love someone,
never, ever come home early.

Am I supposed to be intrigued?

No. You're supposed to get on a plane.

What?

S-sorry, wh-what plane?

You're going back to England.
I need someone on the ground there.

The message you gave me from
Barney was about Janice.

She's going to have a
Skype call at 9pm tomorrow

and I'm very interested
to know what happens.

But I thought you said...

Yeah, I need you to get on a plane.

You said you weren't taking the case.

Of course I'm taking the case.
I just wanted to see

if you were willing to abandon your
friend to advance your career.

- Why?
- Why?

Because you seem to have a very
high opinion of your own ethics

and I thought it was time
you learned a lesson.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Self-loathing is clarity
and clarity is useful.

Am I getting morality lessons
from a murderer?

Everyone's a murderer, Beth.

All it takes is a good reason
and a bad day.

Have a safe flight.

Argh!

Shit!

I don't understand.
I am never going to understand.

You understand perfectly.

If Janice accuses Ben,
I'll take the blame.

I can back it up now, I can prove it.

And Edgar? Bloody Edgar?

Edgar wouldn't survive this.

I will.

You have fucked this family.

I have saved this family.

Ben won't be destroyed, you won't
kill a woman in our cellar.

You stupid arse.

- I'm trying to do the right thing.
- Edgar?

That's all I'm doing, the right thing.

Ben's safe, you're safe, Janice is safe.

Edgar?

Edgar's safe?

Yes, Ed's safe.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with any of that?

What is wrong with keeping people safe?

I'm a vicar. I'm supposed to do that.

You want people to think
you're a paedophile?

No, of course I bloody don't!

But what else can I do?

We can delay it.

Delay what?

You need time to think about this.

She's got a Skype call tomorrow
at night and that's when people

start wondering where she is.

There's a chance that
I could get her to cancel it.

There's no point.

I'd have to persuade her.

We can cancel it if we want,
but there's no point, is there?

Sorry, what?

This is the only way out.

"We" can cancel it?

She gave me the password
to her email account.

She just gave you the password?

Doesn't matter. Forget about that.

What did you give her?

- Nothing.
- Nothing? But I-I don't... That...

Mary, Mary, it's OK.

Eventually it'll be fine.

You'll see. I promise.

I know how it seems now...

..but we have to do this for Ben.

People are going to think
you're a paedophile.

Yeah, I know.

They're actually going to believe that.

But so long as they believe it...

..Ben is safe.