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(coughing)

We're clear!

Get me out of here!

My foot's stuck, help!

Jesus Christ!

(coughing)

SANDY:
Get off!

Oi!

VAL:
Anyone finds a watch,
it's mine.

TAM:
Piss off.

Sandy, tell him.

I let you have
the last one.

Yeah, he did let me have
the last one.

I don't give a damn.

Two minutes, boys.

I never know
how to end them.

I never know
how to start them.

VAL:
It's broken.

Why do I always find
the broken ones?

(whistles)

What do you reckon, lads?

Wouldn't mind
a piece of that.

(gunshots)

SIDNEY:
Quick!

(dog barking)

(barking continues)

Dickens, come on,
that's enough.

Inside, come on.

Dickens...

He needs taking in hand,
don't you, Dickens?

Don't you,
wretched thing?

SIDNEY:
Oh, God.

Whoa!

(groans)

Operator?

Fire brigade.

Fire!

(fire crackling)

(people coughing)

SIDNEY:
Where's Mrs. Taylor?

What have you done?

Mr. Taylor,
where's your wife?

Mrs. Taylor?

Mrs. Taylor!

Mrs. Taylor.

Take my hand,
don't be scared.

Marion?

Marion, we have to go!

No.

No!

(gasps)

(glass shatters)

This way!

Come on, come on,
come on!

No!

Go, go!

Oh, Marion!

I thought I'd lost you.

Ben!

Are you hurt?

Let me see.

I'm fine, Dad.
Let me see.

I'm fine.

You stupid man!

Stupid, stupid man!

(sighs)

(fire engine siren wailing)

It's almost
rather beautiful.

"Rage, rage against...

BOTH:
...the dying of the light."

Thank you.

That's very kind.

MARTHA:
Sugar for the shock.

It's pretty foul,
isn't it?

Not a bit of it.

Does it smart?

Can't feel a thing.

Ben!

Do you have any idea
how it started?

Ashes in the grate,
I imagine.

Yes.

Ashes in the grate.

VIC:
They were trapped in there,
the vicar and Mrs. Taylor.

Saved the lot of them.

That's not entirely true.

They'd be dead if it weren't
for you, that's a fact.

Bloody hell, Vic.

Next, you'll be telling us
the boy can walk on water.

VIC:
Ignore him, son.

I'm proud of you.

(bells ringing)

MRS. MAGUIRE:
I don't know how
we shall face people.

SIDNEY:
Why on earth not?

They've seen us
in our night clothes!

It's most unseemly.

Here he is,
our hero.

Running into
burning buildings.

Damsels in distress.

I hope you gave him a thorough
telling off, Mrs. Maguire.

Oh, don't worry,
she did.

He was wearing
his night clothes.

Miss Headingly has been
praising you to the heavens.

Me?

I fell over
making a phone call.

I'm not sure
she needs to know that.

Come on!

If you were to die, Sidney,
what would the rest of us do?

You'd manage.

No more heroics.

Promise me.

I promise.

That hurt, by the way.

Oh, no it didn't.

Today is a day to be thankful.

For the big things--

a community
supporting each other--

and for the small.

For those little kindnesses.

A cup of tea.

A kind embrace.

(footsteps resonating)

Uh...

(organ music starts playing)

CONGREGATION:
Amen.

(music continues)

Mr. Chambers.

Oh, I'm sorry,
you're in a hurry.

No, I'm not at all.

Another time, perhaps.

Mr. Taylor,
what's troubling you?

I'm not sure
where to begin.

I find the start
is often the place.

I've tried to be a good man
all my life.

An honest man.

I've tried so hard to be a...

To be an example
to my children.

To do what is expected of me
as a husband.

I just want to be
a good man.

You've had a terrible shock.

When an accident like this
happens, you...

It was no accident,
Mr. Chambers.

(door opens)

Darling.

The children are tired.

I... I'm tired.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

You know where I am.

Thank you.

Hildegard.

Sidney.

You look wonderful.

Thank you.

Berlin clearly
agrees with you.

What little is left of it.

What brings you back?

The sale of the house.

And you promised me a boat trip
on the Cam.

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Hildegard
Staunton.

These are my friends.

Miss Amanda Kendall.

Pleasure.
Hello.

And Mr. Guy Hopkins.

So how do you two
know each other?

Hildegard plays the piano.

I'm, uh...

I'm thinking of taking
some lessons.

GUY:
Oh, what do you play?

Any Mozart?

Can't beat a bit of Mozart.

Yes, of course,

Mozart is one of my
favorite composers...

Plays the piano.

Next, you'll be telling me
she actually likes jazz.

She does.

She lets you think
she does.

You're a dark horse,
Chambers.

You kept it.

Of course I did.

Thank you for not telling
your friends about my husband.

When people hear
he was murdered,

they never know
what to say.

You must miss him.

Is it awful to say
that some days,

I don't think of him at all?

Why are you smiling?

I'm sorry.

I'm just not used to being
with someone so...

...so open.

That's because you're British.

(loud clank)

(door slams)

She doesn't like me.

She doesn't like anyone.

Tomorrow, then.

Tomorrow.

Have you thought to ask
what she did during the war?

Was she goose stepping
with the rest of them?

Never behave like that in front
of one of my guests again.

(dog panting)

(loud clank)

She was crying while she was
braising the mutton.

I'm sorry
if I was short with you,

if I was rude.

Sorry if Hildegard's
Germanic tendencies upset you.

If it's any consolation,
I'm pretty certain

she wasn't part
of Hitler's inner circle.

I was trying
to take care of you.

Between the whisky
and the jazz,

the jumping into fires,
someone has to take care of you.

And for that,
I am very grateful.

Thank you, Mrs. M,
for being infinitely wonderful.

No more adventures.

Not unless you're
properly dressed.

(door closes)

WORKMAN:
Give me a hand with this,
would you?

I knew you wouldn't be able
to stay away.

Can't help myself,
I'm afraid.

We're moving back to London.

It's for the best.

I was never fond
of this house.

Such a lonely place.

What is it, Marion?

It pains me to see someone
so unhappy.

It was ashes in the grate.

These trials are sent
to test us.

Aren't they?

These little incidents.

We'll be happier now,
Dominic and I.

He'll be the man
I fell in love with again.

He'll be himself.

Again.

You better
stick around, Vicar.

What's happened?

Where's Geordie?

Mrs. Taylor?

Yes?

I'm Detective Constable
Atkins.

At 12:54 p.m.
this afternoon,

a body was discovered
on Regent Terrace in Cambridge.

We believe it to be that
of your husband.

I'm so very sorry.

ESME:
Dad!

My brother David's poorly.

David's poorly, is he?

Got whooping cough.

(whispering):
Doctor says he'll die,
but I don't believe him.

SIDNEY:
Geordie? Cathy?

(baby coughing)

Cathy.

Oh.

Please, forgive the mess,
it's...

How is he?

They say it might...
it might go to his lungs.

And then...

And if it does, then...

Then they say we should...

prepare for the worst.

(coughing continues)

I can't let the girls
see me like this.

(crying)

You should've let me know.

Nothing you can do.

I would've come sooner.

How'd you know
I was here?

Atkins said
you were on leave.

Atkins?

(girls laughing)

I should go.

If there's anything
you need...

Where'd you see Atkins?

He's leading
an investigation.

He couldn't lead
a dying horse to water.

Will you stop it!

Go inside, play nicely.

What is it?

Murder?

It doesn't matter.

Any suspects?

Don't even think it, Geordie.

I can't just stay here
and wait for him to die.

Vicar.

Um, how did I do?

Delivering the bad news?

Always gives me
the heebie-jeebies.

Oh, you were...
exemplary, Atkins.

Exemplary.

I like that.

Where are we?

Dominic Taylor,
fellow of Downing College, 39,

stabbed through the chest.

Witnesses?

Well, not witnesses
as such.

Knife?

No.

Leads?

It's Sunday, sir.

Aday you'll become
very familiar with.

You'll work every one
from now till Christmas.

Sir.

And this fire?

Mr. Taylor
seemed to think

that Tobias Hall
was responsible.

The landlord
at the Red Lion.

You spoken to him?

What the hell have you done?

TOBIAS:
Dominic Taylor was
a pompous bastard.

Who thought you'd
burnt his house down?

That was not my doing.

Why accuse you, then?

He was one of these
stuck up types.

Always moaning
about something.

The noise, my customers...

So it was just that?

Just the noise?

TOBIAS:
Well, check your files.

He made a fair
few complaints.

Why accuse you
of starting the fire?

Rich people.

Always got to blame somebody
for their woes.

Answer the bloody question.

He came over here,
all airs and graces,

said he wasn't gonna rest
till he closed this place down.

And I told him
if he did any such thing,

he'd live to regret it.

You threatened him?

I didn't like the man.

But I wouldn't
wish him dead.

No, I wouldn't wish that
on anyone.

Check the records.

See we have anything
on Mr. Taylor's complaints.

We'll talk to his wife.

Then backgammon
and a pint.

What do you say?

Cathy needs you, Geordie.

Go home.

Atkins, you play
backgammon?

No, sir.

Excellent.

(jazz music playing)

Hello?

Oh, I was...

I was lost there for a minute.

HILDEGARD:
I'm having to sell my piano.

Really?

That is a shame.

The cost of shipping
is far more than it's worth.

And there are debts to pay.

My husband's gambling habit.

Are you angry with him?

Angry?

For leaving you
to pick up the pieces.

I'm angry that he kept
a whole part of himself from me.

The affairs, the lies.

The man I loved.

I didn't really know him at all,
it seems.

Sidney?

You were lost again.

Regent Terrace.

Regent Terrace?

Do you know it?

It's near Parker's Piece,
isn't it?

Taylor died on that road
right there.

What if you're wrong?

If you didn't have God
on your side,

I'd tell you where to get off,
Mr. Chambers.

He's on your side too.

Here, see?

He was stabbed.

(gasps breathlessly)

SIDNEY:
Staggered out across the common

onto Regent Terrace,
where he collapsed.

He was getting
his end away.

In a public lav?

Oh.

I see.

What you're suggesting
is not decent.

It doesn't mean
it's not happening.

Dirty sod.

I think his wife knew
he was a homosexual.

I just need a piss.

With your friend
for company?

Shall I take him in, sir?

Go ahead.

Geordie, he didn't
do anything.

I'm arresting you

on suspicion
of gross indecency.

How is this helping?

...but what you say
may be put into writing...

It's not helping!

Get the area secured.

I want it searched.

Mrs. Taylor.

I need to get
the children settled.

Not here, Geordie...

Were you aware
of your husband's liaisons?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

With men.
Sexual liaisons.

Marion...

Marion, if you speak to us,
it won't go any further.

You have my word.

Dominic loved me.

GEORDIE:
He did what he wanted
with who he wanted,

and you brought up
his children.

Geordie!

He loved me.

Of course he did.

No one who knew you
could doubt that.

I have your word?

Dominic's private life
will remain just that.

It was early.

I couldn't sleep.

What time?

I don't know.

(scoffs)

4:00, possibly?

I don't know.

You couldn't sleep.

I went downstairs, and...

Someone had put a note
under the door.

It was anonymous.

"Double the usual,
or everyone will find out."

That was the gist of it.

It was all lies.

(fire crackling)

I only intended to destroy it.

You didn't notice money
disappearing?

Dominic dealt
with the accounts.

No envelopes of cash?

No blank check stubs?

(footsteps approaching)

Please leave us alone.

Thank you so much.

She has a right
to her privacy.

To her husband's privacy.

At the expense
of the truth?

You really think it works
like that, Sidney?

(birds squawking)

Sidney?

(quick footsteps)

Sidney?

My son James.

He was in the Fusiliers.

21 when he died.

No kind of age, is it?

Didn't even get
to bring him home.

(door opens)

Sidney, people are arriving!

Just a moment.

The day of the fire.

It was early,

but you were dressed.

You were walking to the pub,
not from it.

What has that got to do
with anything?

You had just delivered a letter
to Dominic Taylor.

A blackmail letter.

Oh!

That's quite an accusation.

You don't deny it?

Why should I?

I'm not the one in the wrong.

TOBIAS:
Vic's so proud of his boy.

Off to University, a hero.

(door opens)

Doesn't realize
he's a sodomite.

Ben Blackwood?

My son dies
and that degenerate lives.

Where's the fairness in that?

Tell the police
what you've done.

Or what?

Or I will.

Sidney, let's go, please.

You do that--
you tell them.

Then everyone will know,
won't they?

They'll all know

what he is.

Go on.

Tell them, Mr. Chambers.

Mr. Taylor helped me apply
for my place at Cambridge.

Whoever told you otherwise
is lying.

Mr. Hall told me what he saw.

Are you going to play
or are you just going to gossip?

Gossip, I think.

My dad can't find out.

Ben, I'm not here
to judge you.

It was...

It was a mistake.

I'm... I'm better now.

I've got Lucy.

I'm going to university.

Ben!

Please.

Don't let my dad find out.

Funny how a man
can be murdered

and all anyone's worried about
is his private life.

The church has made its position
on the subject clear.

It's something from which
deliverance should be sought.

Do you agree?

It's not my place to make
any statement to the contrary.

So you think
that these men,

men like Ben,
should be locked up

for 18 hours a day
in solitary confinement?

For years on end?

Will you tell the police?

If I don't, they won't know
the whole story.

(sighs)

A murderer could walk free.

And if you do,
the consequences for Ben.

It will destroy him.

He'll help with the enquiries
as long as he remains anonymous.

Well, that's good of him.

If you could just guarantee
his privacy.

That is all I ask.

He's not a killer.

We should look
to Mr. Taylor's family.

His friends.

ATKINS:
His friends are
a bunch of queers.

Ben Blackwood amongst them.

Arrest Tobias Hall
for blackmail.

Sir.

And arrest Ben Blackwood.

Find out where he was
on the day of the murder.

Geordie, you know
what this means for him.

You're not thinking
straight.

Don't you tell me
what I'm thinking!

He hasn't done anything!

Don't worry, son,
I'll sort this out.

Dear God...

(engine revving)

I don't understand.

I just...

(door opens)

I don't understand.

Go ahead.

He says he has an alibi.

Was with his girl.

Do you believe him?

He's a practiced liar.

His kind have to be.

Put it this way:
it won't come as a great shock

when we end up arresting him
for murder.

In the meantime, we'll
charge him with gross indecency

and grant him bail.

There was a better way
to do this.

VIC:
Do you know what I've done?!

(choking)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

I can't even look at you.

Dad, please.

Dad, please!

(sighs)

You've made it very clear

that I'm to cast no judgment
on your guests.

So however difficult it may be,
I shall hold my tongue.

Thank you.

Though you know
what the Bible says.

(sighs)

(sniffling)

(sobbing)

The police will think
it's Ben, won't they?

The murder.

Is it vanity that drives me
to get involved?

I think that does you
a disservice.

I should've held
my counsel.

But I've made a mess of things,
haven't I?

You did what you thought
was right.

Not all of us are brave enough

to have the courage
of our convictions.

Shouldn't we be reprimanding Ben
for his sins?

Of the Ten Commandments,
only three are embodied in law:

theft, perjury, and murder.

It's on murder our thoughts
should be concentrated.

So you'll help him, then?

Despite the wishes
of the church?

I'll do everything I can.

I would do the same for anyone,
Leonard.

SIDNEY:
We all judge.

We judge a person
on their appearance,

their class,
their nationality.

On the choices they make,

or the lives they lead
behind closed doors.

"Judge not, lest ye be judged."

Goodbye, Lucy.

Mrs. Taylor.

You gave me your word.

Mr. Blackwood.

Mrs. Staunton.

It would be much
appreciated

if you could join us
for tea.

I'd like that.

You see?

Infinitely wonderful.

(sighs)

Invited for tea now.

She's beautiful, too.

She'd make a perfect
vicar's wife.

Oh, don't tell me
it hasn't crossed your mind.

I've had other things
to think about.

I wouldn't be surprised

if she's been
practicing her name.

"Mrs. Hildegard Chambers
at your service."

Anyone would think
that you're jealous.

You're wanted.

So are you.

HILDEGARD:
Go on.

I'll be fine.

Did Dad ask after me?

I'm sorry.

He hates me.

No, he doesn't.

It's all my fault.

We can't help loving
the people we do.

BEN:
If I could go back.

If I could take it back...

I would.

My father,
he was a gruff man too.

He was always
bellowing at me.

Always cross about something.

But I know it always
came from love.

It always comes from love.

HILDEGARD:
He's very handsome.

Adevil, too.

Disappeared for no good reason
during that blessed war.

(door opens)

More cake?

I was only a schoolgirl
when it broke out.

There were a lot of things
we had to do.

Lots of sacrifices.

Where's your father now?

He died.

My brothers, too.

We all of us lost a lot,
I think.

(phone ringing)

The vicarage.

Sidney?

It's Cathy.

He's got worse.

Can you come now?

(crying)

I don't understand it.

(coughing)

Geordie can find
a dead body,

doesn't bat an eye.

He can even make jokes
about it.

(coughing)

I thought he could
face anything.

(crying, wheezing)

He should be here, Sidney.

(crying)

Sidney!

Sidney, you sly
old dog, you.

Tell me something
interesting.

Tell me about the German.

How's David?

1 .06, please.

I'm a police officer.

1 .06, please.

Here.

No, don't pay him.

I'm a police officer.

Geordie...

Show some bloody respect.

How's David, Geordie?

Have you got in
her knickers yet?

The German?

If he dies
and you're not there,

how will you live
with yourself?

I have work to do.

Got a dead pansy, no leads.

He's your son, Geordie.

You should be there.

And you...

...should stop
pissing about.

Just admit it!

You hate your life.

You hate it so much

you have to screw up
everyone else's.

It's fine.

We're fine.

Oh, you think I don't care?

I'd give my life for my boy.

But I can't, can I?

There's nothing I can do.

Go home.

Scotch.

You're a selfish bastard.

LEONARD:
But I know it always came
from love.

It always comes from love.

I don't need
your counsel, vicar.

Afather would do anything
for his son, wouldn't he?

You knew what Ben
was hiding.

You've always known.

And you killed
to save him from it.

You say things like that,

you'd better have something
to back it up with.

You killed Mr. Taylor.

Where's the proof?

Place has been swarming
with Old Bill for days

and even they can't find any.

What place?

Parker's Piece?

That lot couldn't find a needle
in a whole stack of needles.

And if they can't,
I doubt you can.

You killed him, Mr. Blackwood.

I know you did.

Sidney.

Ben's gone.

I want to confess to the murder
of Dominic Taylor.

GEORDIE:
Ben's already confessed
to the murder.

SIDNEY:
What if Ben's lying?

What if he's covering
for his dad?

Mr. Blackwood told me

the police could not
find a needle

in a whole stack
of needles.

I think he meant
the knife.

I went over this place,
thorough as you like.

Just trust me.

I don't think
I've trusted anyone less.

And you're a vicar.

ATKINS:
We've searched in here
already, sir.

Waste of time.

There's no knife.

I could've told you that
in the first place.

Now who's the
selfish bastard?

I'm sorry
for wasting your time.

It won't happen again.

Go home, Geordie.

I thought I'd visit Ben.

If there's anything that can
take you out of yourself

at a trying time,
it's a good book.

Unless you think it unwise
of me to go?

It's a real page turner.

What do I say to him?

Being there is enough.

He must be so very afraid.

(birds chirping)

I hope you understand
I never meant...

What I said was...

Sorry, I...
Sorry, you go.

I've not been
myself lately.

Understandably.

What I...

Calling you
a selfish bastard...

It's not far from the truth.

Go home to your
family, Geordie.

I'm scared, Sidney.

I know.

I won't interfere again,
in that or work.

Shame.

In another life, you'd have
been my chief inspector.

I don't know about that.

You have a knack for it
a lot of the lads don't have.

They prefer
to knock people about

before they engage
their brains.

Can't think who you're
referring to.

Atkins isn't so bad.

He'll grow out of it.

What?

The knife.

It's still there.

Geordie, it's not here.

Not now, perhaps.

But when we first
came here...

Atkins...

Follow me.

It transpires
you can find a needle

in a whole stack
of needles.

Let me finish.

Exemplary,
Mr. Chambers.

He found out about his son's
affair through Marion Taylor.

She came to see Ben
the day after the fire.

He's my husband.

Mine.

I'll presume
the matter's closed.

GEORDIE:
He followed Dominic Taylor,

who was waiting for Ben
for a bit of a fumble.

(gasps)

GEORDIE:
He hid the knife.

Oh, you know the rest.

What will happen to Ben?

Gross indecency.

Perverting the course
ofjustice.

I've made bigger problems
disappear.

Don't look so shocked, Sidney.

Our lot are just
as corrupt as yours.

I wouldn't bet on it.

He was gonna be a doctor.

Someone people respect.

He still can be.

How naive you are,
Mr. Chambers.

Dad thought Dominic
corrupted me.

That he'd taken advantage.

I loved him, Dad.

Do you know
what I've done for you?

Do you know what I've done?!

I killed for you.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

You advocate a man's right
to privacy.

But isn't that just hiding
from the truth?

Isn't it lying?

I've never really
thought of it that way.

Perhaps because you've never
had to hide your true feelings,

Mr. Chambers.

It's time to go home, Geordie.

Cathy?

SIDNEY:
Geordie...

His fever's broken.

I'm sorry.

I know.

I am so, so sorry.

Faithful and loving God.

Bless those who care
for these children.

Grant them your gifts
of love, wisdom, and faith.

Pour upon them your healing
and reconciling love

and protect their home
from all evil.

Fill them with the light
of your presence

and establish them
in the joy of your kingdom.

David...

Sidney.

I baptize thee

in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost.

(crying)

Amen.

SIDNEY:
We are all one
in Christ Jesus.

We belong to him through faith,

heirs of the promise
of the spirit of peace.

They said it was extra
to carry it in.

I'm not paying extra.

Fine, you can help me
lift it in, then.

You see what I have
to put up with?

(chuckling)

You sure you don't mind?

It can stay here
as long as you need.

How about that lesson?

Here?

Why not?

We'll start
with the C major scale.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know middle C?

Yes.

Middle C.

(laughing)

No.

I'm never going
to play Bach, am I?

I'm hopeless.

BOTH:
(laughing)