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♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪

♪ The darkness deepens ♪

♪ Lord, with me abide ♪

♪ When other helpers ♪

♪ Fail and comforts flee... ♪

Thou shalt not steal, Jessica.

Do you know what a sin is?
It's when you've been naughty.

You've been very naughty indeed.

Please don't tell my dad.

Wonderful thing about sins,

God is always happy to forgive them.

I hardly think the Church
of England's going to collapse

with the lack of a threepenny bit.

That threepenny bit is not the point.

Isn't there something to be said
about teaching forgiveness?

How about teaching them
not to sin in the first place?

I don't think you're upset
about the money.

I'm very upset about the money.

You said it wasn't the point.

If you want to talk to Mrs C, do it.
I'm sure she'd love to see you.

It's shameful of you, frankly.
This has nothing to do with Mrs C

and everything to do with
your lackadaisical approach.

It's your duty to set the tone

and I don't believe you're doing that.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son

and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning

is now and ever shall be.

World without end.

Amen.

Leonard misses you. We both do.

Do you know why I left?

I have an idea.

I pray for him.

Every day, I pray for his soul.

But when I see how far
he's been led astray...

I picture him at the gates of heaven.

The angels turn him away.

- It breaks my heart.
- If Leonard gets turned away,

then what hope do any of us have
of getting in?

Heaven must be empty.

Mrs Bennett's coming over this evening.

Urgent parochial business, apparently.

She's become monstrous in your absence.

How monstrous?

She vetoed buying new hymnbooks.

She did not!

She doesn't have your rigour, Mrs C,
that's the problem.

I am quite rigorous, aren't I?

The most rigorous woman I've ever met.

No new hymnbooks?

What the dickens?

- Sandwiches?
- Check.

- Flask?
- Check.

- Fumble in the back seat?
- Oh, give over!

I don't know, Cathy.

Canoodling in public, surely
an arrestable offence, officer.

Mr Hobbs, how are you?

- Keeping busy.
- She behaving herself?

Oh, I keep her in line,

- don't worry about that.
- Bye.

She's the best thing to happen
to this place in years.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

You're entering into this union
with your eyes open, I'm sure.

The challenge will be to bring out
the best in one another.

I can see you do that already.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me.

Vicarage.

- Hello?
- He's done it again, Will.

- Will?
- Yes.

I'm reporting it this time.

I mean it. Please come home.

- What the hell's all this?
- They've been arrested, gov.

I gathered that much, Larry.
Arrested for what?

Larking about the pictures,
throwing straws and that.

Bloody hurts when one hits you,
I tell you that for nothing.

Throwing straws?

Loitering, breach of the peace
and assaulting a police officer.

Nearly had his eye out.

Yeah, kids are idiots.

Idiocy, it's a stock-in-trade.

Dirty mags away.

God's in the house.

Will you keep it down?

I wouldn't normally do this.

- That's all right.
- I know how busy you are.

- It's fine.
- Last thing I want to do is disturb you.

Will, it's...

My father has, erm...

He's got himself in some trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Couldn't spare a few hours, could you?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Slow down.

Perhaps we should wait for Mr Davenport.

He's tied up, I'm afraid,

with... matters of importance.

Is it true he's a communist?

Thou shalt not raise a
false report, Mrs Bennett.

Item number one. The re-emergence
of mould in the vestry.

- Did we try vinegar?
- We've tried everything.

These trials are sent to test us

and in them, we shall find God's glory.

I'm not sure how much
glory there is in mildew.

Oh.

Hello.

Do come in.

We were discussing mildew.

That isn't resolved?

Sadly, it blights us still.

May I?

Thank you.

We kept your hook empty.

You know what they say.
Wherever you hang your hat,

that's home.

Or your coat, in this
particular instance.

It's not been the same without you.

Mr Davenport said
things are falling apart.

It's a lot less tidy,
that's for certain.

He said you couldn't arrange
a you-know-what in a you-know-what.

Is that right?

He said you lack rigour.

I'm managing very well, thank you.

Single-handedly...

some might say.

He seemed to think otherwise.

- Shall we go through?
- Actually, I don't think we will.

I'm sure you don't want to keep us
any longer than you have to.

I see.

Very well.

You all right?

Fine.

Will, you made it. Thank you.

How is he?

He'll be all the better for seeing you.

- This is my friend I told you about.
- Geordie. Pleased to meet you.

Are you sure you want to report it?

If I do, you'll understand, won't you?

Of course.

Of course I will.

I probably should have done it
a long time ago.

You didn't come all this
way for me, did you?

I know how you adore a fuss.

You get taller every time I see you.

Or maybe you get smaller.
Did you ever think about that?

Old age.

- Happens to the best of us.
- You'll outlive us all.

What happened?

He just went,

out of the blue.

He snapped.

Who did?

Mr Davenport, I can't help you
if you won't talk...

Eli isn't my father.

My father's the one who did this to him.

Christ on a bike!

Will Davenport, man of the people.

I never told you where I was from.

You just assumed.

You let me assume, which is
an entirely different thing.

Flipping heck!

Oh, you have a gong.

What's a gong got to do with anything?

- How many bedrooms in all this?
- I don't know.

You are so rich!

William, darling!

- Bloody hell!
- It's a cast. It has to be.

A vicar!

You kept that quiet, Thomas.

Isn't this a wonderful surprise?

Rather depends on why he's here.

I've seen Eli.
I've seen what you did to him.

Ah. The cordial visit explained.

- He's an old man, Dad. He's frail.
- Who's your friend?

Inspector Keating, sir.

And I thought this evening
was going to be dull.

Eli wants to report it.

He does or you do?

Maybe we could go into another room
and have a chat.

- Do you like veal, Inspector?
- Never had it.

Mrs Roper, set two more places.
Have a seat.

Perhaps you'd like to say grace,
William.

For Christ's sake, don't encourage him.

If we could start at the beginning, sir.

Not even the decency
to wait till dessert?

I caught Roper stealing.

I punished him.

You have my statement...

in full.

You're wrong. Eli wouldn't steal.

- Ask William how much he earns.
- How much?

Do we have to talk about money?
It's so vulgar.

£10 a week.

- £10?
- What can I say?

He's a constant disappointment.

Mr Davenport, if you wouldn't mind
telling us exactly what was stolen.

Do you really believe in all that?
Father, Son, Holy Ghost?

- Course he believes.
- He used to be such a riot.

Girls, drink, tearing around
on that bike of his.

William, do you remember Biarritz?

What was her name?
Celine, was it? Serene?

Oh, 16 years old
and fell in love with a whore.

How do you know it was Eli?

Oh, change the subject.
I've touched a nerve.

Where's your evidence, Mr Davenport?

- Does this mean you're off sex, Will?
- Eddie!

- Answer the question, Dad.
- Not until you've answered Eddie's.

I'm abstaining until I get married.

Don't get married.

It's a trap.

Well, I think it's rather sweet.

- Celibacy, sweet?
- Alien concept, eh, darling?

Where's your evidence, Mr Davenport?

I have an eye-witness.

Mm.

I saw your gardener... What's he called?

Roper coming out of
the pawn shop in town.

Three shillings he got for that
awful brooch of your mother's.

- Oh.
- He's been doing it for months.

Oh, Celeste! That was it.

To Celeste, finest whore in Biarritz.

Eli's loyal, he's decent.

And I'm not?

- Eddie's not?
- That's not what I meant.

Mrs Roper,

- fetch your husband.
- Yes, sir.

- Thomas, please.
- If he wants to do it, let's do it.

Oh, sit down, William. Sit down!

Have you got your Bible with you, Roper?

Of course you have. Excellent.

Make him swear on it.

Don't do this, Dad.

Tell us what you did.

Maybe we should do this in private.

I want to hear him say it.

I didn't do anything, sir.

Are you calling me a liar?

You tell the truth

- or pack your bags.
- That's enough now.

I'm a thief.

- And the punishment I gave you?
- That is enough!

I deserved it.

Louder, please.

I deserved it.

There you are, William.
That what you wanted?

Shall we have dessert, Sally?

Yes, ma'am.

Was that really necessary, Mr Davenport?

Let's talk about something nice.

How's My Dirty Deed?

- Oh, God.
- I asked for that, didn't I?

- Do you like horses, Inspector?
- Like's a bit strong.

Eddie and I are investing.

Our very own thoroughbred,
My Dirty Deed,

is being shipped over from Ireland
as we speak.

- How are the stables looking?
- Good, ready.

Yes, Dirty Deed - not something
you'll be able to partake of

for a while, eh, Will?

More's the pity.

Lacks bloody rigour!

You're quite right. It should
never have happened. Please apo...

Darling.

- You don't believe it, do you?
- Don't, please.

Don't aggravate him, hm?

It is so wonderful to see you.

- My handsome boy.
- A constant disappointment.

He doesn't mean it.

You'll be thrilled to hear there are
slides of this goddamn horse.

Your presence is requested.

You grew up.

It tends to happen.

Congratulations on a job well done.

Huh... Seems a waste though.

You had such promise.

Mm, we're ready.

£10 a week.

The Irish are not good for much,

but they know a thing
or two about horses.

Remarkably strong for a juvenile.

Father won the Irish Derby
at the Curragh three years running.

Excuse me.

Run.

Get out while you can.

Celeste, eh?

What my dad failed to mention
was that he paid for her

for my 16th birthday.

For my 16th, my dad got me
a bar of chocolate

and he shook my hand.

Pretty sure he slept with her too.

It's nice to have
a shared experience, I suppose.

I should have stood up to him.

I shouldn't have backed down.

Your dad strikes me
as the type of fellow

- who doesn't like being stood up to.
- Eli's a Christian man.

But if I worked here, day in, day
out, surrounded by all this money,

I might help myself as well.

- We're not rich, Geordie.
- You have a gong.

Come with me.

Most of the house is like this.

The place is decaying around them.

Not that he'd let anyone know that.

Appearances must be maintained.

You have no idea.

- All this yours one day, is it?
- Primogeniture, father to son.

Always been handy
with his fists, has he?

It's his favourite hobby.

So, all this dog collar hoopla
was rebellion, was it?

I needed to find another path.
I found it.

I'd have stuck with Celeste.

You're never going to let me
forget that, are you?

Not a hope in hell.

Well, thank you for coming all this way.

Ah, don't be daft. Are you heading back?

I'm going to stay,
try and sort this mess out.

You don't fancy one for the road,
do you?

I think my wife's having an affair.

There's this bloke she works with.
I thought he was a pansy.

Maybe I didn't want to see what
was staring me right in the face.

Have you asked her?

Christ, no.

What are you afraid to hear?

That it's true...

- ...that I deserve it.
- Why would you deserve it?

Ah.

- What was her name?
- Margaret.

Making mistakes is easy.

Forgiving ourselves is the hard part.

You won't say a word to anyone.

They'll throw me in a cell
before I tell a soul.

He won't wake up.

- Meredith?
- He won't wake up.

He won't wake up!

In the mercy of Jesus Christ
who redeemed you.

In the power of the Holy Spirit
who strengthens you.

May the heavenly host sustain you

and the company of heaven enfold you.

Amen.

There's no blood in the corridor,
none on the stairs.

He's killed while he sleeps...

...yet his wife doesn't wake up.

Do you think it's her?

There's no sign of a struggle.
She's covered in his blood.

She's capable of deceit, Geordie.

She's not the most loyal of wives.

Mistakes are easily made, eh?

Did Eddie know?

Everyone knew.

Your husband can't have
been pleased to see Will.

He's told you, has he?

He's so honest, it's a little
painful sometimes, don't you find?

I find it refreshing.

Were you happy, you and your husband?

- Are you married?
- Yeah.

Are you happy?

Maybe it made him angry, seeing Will.

- No maybe about it.
- Maybe there was a fight.

She can seduce a boy,
who knows what else she can do?

- Kill her husband?
- Did you?

Why would I need to?

Neither of us were happy,
both of us had affairs...

...but we muddled along.

Why did you stay together?

I don't know.

Fear of scandal, maybe.

We rich folk are rather fond
of a scandal.

All those secrets to be swept
under all those carpets.

Maybe Eddie was tired
of sweeping things under the carpet.

Marriage is a lifelong feat
of diplomacy.

The most important things
must never be discussed.

Apologies.

Mr Davenport is indisposed presently

and so, I have had to
step into the breach.

Once more, unto the breach...

...dear friends.

I don't even know how you met,
you and Eddie.

At school, wasn't it, darling?

We'd steal cigarettes,

smoke them on the roof.

Plot great schemes, grand plans.

Local officers are on their way.

Thank you, Inspector.

- We all know who did it.
- We don't know anything.

Eddie humiliated Roper last night,

- threatened his livelihood.
- Thomas, he's an old man.

I want him arrested.

That's not how it works, sir.

Spoken to Inspector Banley, have you?

- Mm-hm.
- He's a good friend of mine,

a very good friend, and that is
exactly how it's going to work.

Do you remember when I'd read to you?

Of course I remember.

You liked the thrilling bits best.

Daniel And The Lions' Den,

Moses And The Ten Commandments...

David And Goliath.

Over and over again, that one.
You couldn't hear it enough.

This yours, Mr Roper?

It belonged to the victim.

Would you come with me, please, sir?

I didn't take it.

- I didn't take it!
- Someone must have put it there.

- Geordie...
- It's not my investigation, Will.

_

You're hurting him.

Let me say goodbye to my wife, at least.

Just tell the truth!

- It's gone too far now!
- What's gone too far?

Ask your mother.
Let her explain herself.

Someone put that cigarette case
there to frame him.

- Who? Meredith?
- Meredith.

What about these? Why would Eli
have receipts from a pawnbroker?

I don't know, but she has a motive.

Their marriage was unconventional,
but it was more that.

- It was more than unconventional.
- That is not a motive.

Did she tell you about the pregnancy?

What pregnancy?

Don't clam up on me now!

It was mine. It was dealt with.

When was this?

I was 17.

Eddie never forgave her for it.
I'd say that's a motive.

Silverware, mainly.
Erm, serving platters, cutlery.

- What else did he take?
- Some jewellery.

My emerald ring.

You can keep that if you find it!

My mother gave it me.

All this tragedy
over some second-rate jewellery

and tarnished cutlery.

What a waste.

Pearl earrings, gold locket,

emerald ring...

Everything Eli took was yours.

It's almost like he stole to order.

You give them to Eli,
he pawns them for you.

I have to pay the staff.
They've gone without so many times.

Does Dad give you anything at all?

A few pounds' housekeeping.

I have asked for more on
occasion, but he, er...

he, he...

He feels terrible about it.

No, he doesn't.

He struggles, William.
I know he doesn't show it.

I've only ever seen him cry once.

It was the day you were born.

He held you in his arms

and he looked into your eyes and...

...sobbed his heart out.

Come with me to the police.

If you let him steal,
then why kill Eddie?

This family, this family is respected.

We have standing, we have...

You'd let Eli hang
to save our reputation?

Come to the station.

Will you give me a moment?

Say this is what pierced Eddie's skull.

- Someone stabbed him with a nail?
- It's possible.

Then what?
It just falls out of his head?

OK, that's less possible.
I'm just positing the theory

that he wasn't murdered up there.

We saw him go upstairs.

Maybe he wasn't drunk.

- Maybe he was injured.
- Then where was he killed?

I don't know, Will.

It could have been anywhere,
is what you're saying.

- Anyone could have done it.
- That's not what I'm saying.

- Then what are you saying?
- What I'm saying

is there's more suspects
than Meredith, Will.

Hm.

Why are you so desperate
for it to be her?

Cos the alternative is too awful
to contemplate.

Mum's the one keeping this place afloat.

Did you know that?

Eli was acting on her behalf.

Why a vicar?
Why not a banker or a lawyer?

- I'm interested.
- You've never been interested before.

God spoke to you, did he?

In a manner of speaking.

Did you see Eddie go to bed?

There wasn't an argument or...?

You're asking if I killed him.

I lost my investment
the moment Eddie died.

Thousands of pounds,
and a sodding horse to pay for!

What exactly did I gain
from his death? Hm?

Reflects badly on us, you know,
your job.

- Makes us look...
- Poor? We are.

Your mother cries every night
from the shame of it.

Do you ever think it's not me
that she's crying about?

Be a man for once, William!

Go on...

tell me.

What, count the ways that you've
hurt her? Is that what you want?

- Where do I start?
- You know what I yearn for?

I yearn for the days when you were
interesting, the days of Celeste,

the days of Meredith.

Fine-looking woman, Meredith.

Mm.

Not a bad screw, either.

Oh, you're so like me sometimes.

Where's she going?

Hm? Where are you going?

I'm going to see about Eli.
I shan't be long.

You discussed our financial
situation with him, did you?

- Brought the servants into this?
- Step aside, Mr Davenport.

- You humiliate me, you stupid bitch!
- Dad, stop.

- You stupid bitch!
- Stop it!

What will people say?
Did you think of that? Hm?

- Stop it!
- I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Sorry...

I may not know these people,

I may not know how they operate...

...but I've seen enough in this world
to know, rich or poor...

...a violent man is a violent man.

Meredith was sleeping with my father.

Perhaps Eddie found out
and she lashed out...

Your father hits your mother...
doesn't he?

And he hit you too,
not just once or twice.

That doesn't make him a killer.

I know you don't want to consider it.

- Where's your evidence?
- I don't have any.

Exactly. You don't have any!

Thank you for your time.
I'm grateful, I really am.

He beats the shit out of you, Will,

and you're still trying to protect him.

- I'm not protecting him.
- Yes, you are.

Your mum does it, too.

You want to see the good in him,
I understand that,

but not everyone is good, Will.

- Not everyone can be saved.
- Why not?

Why can't they?

I have an idea who killed Eddie...

...and I think you do, too.

Sometimes the truth is
staring you right in the face.

There was no horse.

It was just an old photograph.

It was a con.

Dad was conning Eddie.

Will.

It's him, isn't it?

It's him.

It's my dad.

- No, thank you.
- Hm.

You really are holier than thou,
aren't you?

Eddie still thought you were wealthy.

He didn't realise,
not until the end, did he?

I just want to see where
the damn horse is going to be kept.

There never was a horse
coming over from Ireland.

The pictures in the slideshow,
they were from years ago.

How much did Eddie give you?

A thousand pounds? Two?

Are you broke?

You are, aren't you?

You should have asked.

Stupid bastard.

Maybe I should get you to beg for it.

I don't think you meant to do it.

I don't think you ever really mean
to do any of it.

My father once walked me
round this house.

He said, "Our family
belongs to this place.

"It doesn't belong to us,
we belong to it...

"..and we have a sacred duty

"to protect it
for the generations to come."

It's a millstone
and I'm carrying it alone.

Do you understand why I had to leave?

You despise me.

No, I don't.

Have you informed your friend?

Yes.

You want me to confess.

Repent and all shall be forgiven?

Best get myself looking presentable.

Dad?

Dad?

What is it?

Dad? Dad?

No!

- Come back with me.
- I'm fine.

When people ask, we'll tell them
it was an accident, shall we?

It does nobody any good
to dishonour him now.

He was a wonderful man

and he loved you very much.

I don't want to leave you.

Well, it won't be for long, will it?

Everything will be fine
when you're home.

Do you want me to come in with you?

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thank you.

I was beginning to think
you'd gone off into the wilderness.

I suppose we should be grateful
that you came back at all.

- Now's not the time.
- Now is precisely the time.

Mr Davenport.

Fish and chips all right?

Do we talk, Cathy?

We're talking now, aren't we?

- Like, really talk, I mean.
- Well, what about?

I don't know.

Your job.

Oh, I know how you feel about my job.

You've not held back about that.

What's his Christian name?

Mr Hobbs.

Anthony. Why?

Do you like him?

Don't be silly.

Maybe it doesn't make much difference.

I have a fling, you have a fling.

I can't believe you'd even think that!

Then what?

What is it?

Please.

Don't get angry.

I'm not going to get angry.

It was, er, after work.

I don't know, I was stupid to go.

Go where?

He bought me a Tom Collins.

What did he do?

I was stupid to go!

Cathy, love...

He kissed me and then his
hands were all over me

and now he's always watching me,
he's always there.

Don't you dare! Don't you dare!

This didn't happen to you!

This happened to me.

This is not your fight, Geordie.

This is my fight.

No, don't you dare!

Don't you dare!

Sometimes, we must look
to the teachings of the Church.

Theft is a sin.

If we do not teach our young that,

how will they learn?

You must lay down rules.

There must be some semblance of control,

otherwise everything falls apart.

Mr Finch has informed me
of your repeated failings,

and what I hear does not
inspire me with confidence.

Perhaps if you'd deign to turn up
for a service once in a while,

a little more... rigour.

It's not too much to ask, is it?

I expect the girl to
be dealt with properly.

Start as we mean to go on,
eh, Mr Davenport?

I'm sorry, Will, but you forced my hand.

There was only so much I could take.

You've not set any kind of example.

That's the problem,
for me, for any of us.

You've done nothing to prove yourself.

You've not shown any sign
that you're up to the task.

In truth,

you've been a constant disappointment.

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