All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise (2023) - 02x04 - Episode 4.TGx+NTb.English.HI.orig.Addic7ed.com

WAVES CRASH

POOL BALLS CLASH

OK, gentlemen, time for bed
OTHERS GROAN.

Quick as you can, please.

Come on, come on.

Roddy, turn that TV off.

There's literally one minute left. Now!

RODDY SIGHS

Fine.

Thank you.

No rush. Night.

BELL TOLLS

WIND HOWLS

Who is that?

Who's there?

No.

Oh, no.

Dear God.

♪ One morning, in the month of June

♪ Down by a rolling river

♪ A weary traveller chances stay

♪ And here, beheld his lover

♪ Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown

♪ Hair in ringlets hanging down

♪ She'd a lovely face

♪ That I'd just found just
as the tide was flowing. ♪

MUFFLED THUD, PAINED YELL

One thing I will not miss about
this boat is that doorway!

Why didn't I set an alarm?
I always set an alarm!

Really hurts.

I'm coming, I'm coming

I thought it was your big
interview this morning. It is!

You're cutting it fine, aren't you?

Yes, thanks, Mum.

SHE SIGHS

Good luck!

Can't believe Selwyn didn't wake us up

I really don't think we
should be relying on a duck

to get us up on time.

OK!

OK. OK

OK, OK. I hate ties!

OK, we're here. We got this.

Oh, no.

Style it out.

They'll all be
doing it next week.

Margo, why can't I use my
electric pencil sharpener?

I've had a smart meter fitted

I'm trying to keep our
energy usage down.

Oh, the kettle as well?

Part of HQ's review
is our running costs.

If you don't want 'em to shut us down,

we all have to make sacrifices.

But I always have a cup
of tea in the mornings.

Suit yourself.

Course, the other option is
streamlining the workforce.

You mean redundancies?

Chief Super said nothing
was off the table.

You honestly think they
could get rid of one of us?

Wouldn't put it past 'em.

But w-who, though?
I don't know.

Whoever they think we can
do without, I suppose.

PHONE RINGS

Shipton Abbott Police Station,

Margo speaking.

That interview went well,
I thought. Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, there's just
so much to think about.

You're not getting cold feet, are you?

No, it's just...

did we spend all our time
worrying about if we could

and not stop to think if we should?
How do you mean?

Well, do we actually have the
time to give these kids...

PHONE RINGS
..what they need?

Mm-hm. What happens if we drop
the ball when it really matters?

Humphrey, just answer
the phone, will you?

I'm sorry, it's the station.
I'll be right back.

Morning, Margo.

Just had a report come
in of a missing person.

A teacher at St Barnabas
School for Boys.

OK, thanks, I'll head over.

Well, I'd be careful
up there if I were you.

What? Why? It's just along
the coast from Cannons Cove.

There are dark forces at
play round those parts.

OK

Do you think you might
unpack that for me a little?

Beware the devil on the rocks.

The...?

HE MOUTHS SILENTLY

Martha?

What's the matter?

You definitely locked up properly?
Doors, windows?

Definitely. Have you noticed
anyone odd hanging around?

There was one chap, actually.

Around 6'2", odd shoes, wouldn't leave

6'2", odd sh...

I get it. You're talking about me.

Just go, Humphrey. I'm sure
you've got bigger fish to fry

Martha, you are by far and away

the biggest and most
important fish in my life.

You do know how to pick a
girl up when she's down.

OK, OK

Kelby, you're in charge

I want you to search every
millimetre of this place

for evidence and hunt down
whoever did this like a dog.

Woof-woof!

Sorry. Um, leave it with me, sir.

Good

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oh, and, Humphrey...

change your shoe before you go to work.

Shoe?

Yes, excellent idea.

WOMAN: Hiya. Oh, hi.

Oh, Zoe. Sorry,

I don't think we'll open today.

Had a break-in.

Yeah, I... I know.

Thought you could do
with a hand cleaning up.

The missing man is a Father Michael.

He's a housemaster, whatever that is.

This is quite some place
What do you know about it?

Er, super strict
and old-fashioned.

It's where posh
people send their

kids when they're going off the rails.

Morning, sir. Morning.

You can imagine how concerned we are.

He was in his quarters at lights out
and gone before morning roll call.

Has anyone offered you
something? Tea? Coffee?

Brandy, even? I try not to
drink brandy before noon.

Me neither, but in such times,

one must screw one's courage
to the sticking place.

Of course.

GLASS CLINKS

Er, what's Father Michael like,
as a person?

Good-natured, likeable.

He's a wonderful teacher,
always looking to improve.

If he's not in class,
he's always researching

something or other in the library.

And does he have a car?

We're 15 miles away from the
nearest town down here, Constable.

Everyone has a car. It's parked
behind the boarding house.

And, yes, we have tried calling him...

DOOR OPENS
..to no avail

I've got the CCTV footage
from the grounds team.

This is Father Brian, our chaplain.

Hello. Morning.

The cameras picked him up

crossing the east lawn
just after midnight.

I'm sorry, these things
don't tend to like me.

Just, er, touch it gently.

No, gently!

You're pecking at it like a chicken
Give it to me.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Where does this gate lead to?

To the coastal path.

Maybe he couldn't sleep,
went for a walk?

Unlikely, Constable
He's responsible for 80 boys

I'm actually a Sergeant.

There's more, though

I scanned through the
previous few nights.

He's been going out
regularly after lights out.

Here he is the previous Wednesday...

Monday, and this is last Friday.

Yes, thank you, Father, we get the idea.

He's been doing this for
the last five weeks,

regular as clockwork

I know him, Detective. He's a good man.

He wouldn't go out alone
on the moors at night

without a very good reason.

That's the last of the big ones.

Now, we need to discuss
where my cabin is.

Ideally, I'll be in the
captain's quarters.

Ship's full, I'm afraid.

Check back in a few months

and we might be able to find
you a berth in the hold.

Steerage? Outrageous! I'm a gentleman.

SHE CHUCKLES

Well, Martha's obviously running late,
so be a gentleman

and help me make a start moving

their stuff over to the house,
would you?

Aye-aye, captain.

Good morning, boys.

ALL: Good morning, Inspector Goodman.

On the subject of Father Michael,
yesterday evening,

can anyone think of anything happening

that could be described as
being out of the ordinary?

Did Father Michael say or do anything

that might give you any idea
where he could have gone?

WHISPERS: You need to tell... Silence!

Roddy Corlett.

Father Michael is missing.

If you have anything
to say on the matter,

I urge you to share it with all of us.

Yes, Mrs Goddard.

Carry on. Thank you.

If anything comes to mind,
boys, anything at all,

then I would urge you to
speak to either myself

or Sergeant Williams while
we are here. Thank you.

Dismissed!

Would you like to see
Father Michael's quarters?

Yes, Miss. I mean, Mrs Goddard.

I wonder if we might keep
all this in-house. In-house?

Yes, you know, a man walks
out of his home voluntarily

and doesn't come back.

Might not even be a
police matter at all.

Then why did you
call the police?

I didn't. Father Brian insisted

I just don't want a big old media circus

all over the front lawn.

The boys have got exams.

Going public might be
what finds Father Michael.

Yes, it might,
and so might asking questions

and having a look yourself,
you know, detective work.

Have you heard of that?

Do you find me mordacious, Inspector?

You mean untruthful?

That's mendacious. Where did you school?

St Agnes. That explains it.

Mordacious means sharp, biting.

And if so, I make no apology.

This school has not stood for 600 years

because its leaders have been polite.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

It's exactly as we found it.

Do stay for lunch.

Chef's doing beef.

So what do you think?
I think she's the kind of woman who

doesn't actually respect women.

She only talks to the men in the room.

And the way she kept
calling me Constable.

She knew what she was doing
It's a power play.

That and the big fancy words?
I don't like her

I meant about the case,
but I take your point.

Oh, right, sorry.

Er, I don't know. Anyone else,

I'd say some kind of illegal
activity was taking them out

so late at night, but a priest?

"Fides, virtus, opus."

Faith, virtue, work.

So you went to St Agnes.

That's a posh boarding school, right?

I suppose.

Wasn't like this place, though
I loved it.

Didn't you ever get homesick?

Occasionally. It helped
that I was good at sport.

Were you? Yes, I was,
thank you, Sergeant.

What do you think
about the case?

I think some people here haven't
told us everything they know.

Would you go and have a word
with Father Brian on his own?

OK. Where are you going?

For a little stroll.

Sorry. Had some work stuff to deal with.

Is everything all right?
We had a bit of a break-in.

Oh, for goodness' sake! Look,
I'll talk to you about it later.

Let me just get our stuff
No, darling, no, listen.

Get back to work. Let me do it.

What? No, Mum, it's...

It's fine, trust me. I have a cabin boy.

QUACKING

I found a stowaway in the galley.

Ah, Martha.

Lovely to see you. Richard.

As Martha's a bit snowed
under at work, Richard,

I've said we'll help get their
stuff over to the house,

and when I said "we", obviously I...

I mainly meant you

I took that as read
Martha, leave it with me.

Are you sure? Go, go, go, go.

We'll get this done in two
shakes of a lamb's tail.

Thank you

I'll try not to be too late.

Listen.

There's a little do at the art
gallery in Calstock tomorrow night

I want to go, but there's
absolutely no hope

of enjoying myself, unless you're there.

Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way
I won't, believe me

I don't know another soul going,

and you know how painfully shy I am.

Oh, it sounds lovely,

but I'll still be sorting
everything out here.

Oh, come on.

We can get dinner after
I know a lovely place.

Any other day, but tomorrow would
have been Anthony's birthday.

Of course.

But if you change your mind...

Well, come on

I don't remember saying
you could take a break

I'm not above mutiny, you know.

How was Father Michael in the
weeks before he went missing?

Fine, I suppose.

There was one thing I didn't get
around to telling Mrs Goddard.

He came to me a few weeks ago

and asked if I could arrange
an advance on his pay.

Did he say what for?

Something about helping an
auntie back home in Yorkshire

I tried, but it was a no.

School policy and such.

When I told him,
he seemed quite agitated.

You didn't feel you could
ask him what it was about?

I did, in a way

I asked him to confession.

He never came.

You know, up here, miles from anywhere,

you really value your friends,

and he's my friend.

We're doing all we can
to find him, Father.

Ah, the old sixth-form common room.

Every school has one.

Sorry. Er, I'll head straight back,
sir. Don't worry.

Me and my pals often sneaked
off for a cheeky fag.

Well, they did. I was mostly lookout.

It's a vape, sir.

Mundus movet

Latin. "The world moves on."

Right. Good.

Good. Mind if I join you?

Roddy, isn't it? Yes, sir.

Yes, yeah...

Actually, I'll just stand,
I think.

Are you going to snitch? Snitch?

Do I look like a snitcher?

A bit. Well, I'm not.

I'm just here to find
your housemaster. OK?

I was wondering what
you were arguing about

with that other boy earlier.

It's nothing.

Just, er, mucking about.

You see, the thing is,
we're a bit worried that

something might have
happened to Father Michael,

so even the smallest thing
might make a difference.

I saw him.

Where?

Up here, at night.

The night he went missing? No.

A few nights before.

But I come up here sometimes
after lights out, just to...

I don't know, be alone, or whatever.

Anyway, I looked up
through that window there

and I saw him coming up the path.

Are you sure it was him? Totally.

He looked like he was in a hurry.

Like he had something important to do.

Go on.

He carried on that way,
away from the school.

Just then this fog came in
really suddenly, like...

in seconds I was totally lost.

I started freaking out.

I... I thought I heard voices and
I tried to head back to school.

Then just as quick as it came,
the fog went.

And I looked down, and I...

I saw him on the beach.

What was he doing?

It was just...

weird.

He was marching on the spot,

kind of like a soldier.

He looked possessed.

And I took a video on my phone.

What beach?

Cannons Cove.

Show me.

Oh, you're going down.

Sir says I've got that dog in me.

OK, press it,
then you peel it...

Have we got another dustpan?

Cupboard under the bar

I can't. He's in there
talking to himself

I don't know what's got into him today.

He's taking things
very seriously.

Thanks. Um, Zoe? Mm?

How do you feel when your mum
says she's going on a date?

She doesn't. She just says
she's meeting a friend,

but, well, I always know cos
she puts on her nice perfume.

Why? Oh, no reason.

Is this about your mum and that bloke?

It just feels a bit weird.

Don't you like him?
It's not about liking him.

I'm just not sure he's as genuine
as he wants us to think he is.

But then is that just me
being over-protective,

or is it just that he's not Dad and
whoever it was I wouldn't like him?

You know when your parents
do that annoying thing

where they tell you what to do or think,

instead of letting you
find out for yourself? Yes.

Must be the same for them, too.

Thanks, Zoe. Any time.

CLATTERING AND MUTTERING

OK

We have got some very good shoe prints.

Whoever kicked that fridge door

was wearing some very
distinctive trainers.

Kelby, it's fine. Sorry?

Drop the case, please
I don't want to pursue it.

But look what they've
done with that ketchup

I know, but I've got a lot
going on at the moment,

and I really don't need
anything else to deal with.

OK. Well, I'm not sure what
the Inspector will say

I'll talk to him. Thank you.

But I've got patterns
of their trainers...

Bye, Kelby.

I... I...

OK

GATE CLOSES

So, what do you think of
St Barnabas, then, Roddy?

Prison, with priests

I hate it.

Oh. Goddard hates me.

She's always on my case.

She's getting worse, and all.

Since what happened last year,
she's got even stricter.

Last year?

Yeah, some governors got done
taking bribes for admissions

I'm not even meant to be
talking about it, to be honest.

Do your parents know you feel like this?

They wouldn't care.

Yeah, I get it

I boarded too.

I know it can be tough.

I'm sure there are other boys
out there in the same boat.

Well, if there is, I've never seen them.

You won't if you're
up here all the time

I made friends cos I was good at sport.

Were you? Why does everyone
sound surprised when I say that?

Yes. Yes, I was

I played county-level
table tennis.

The big one. Yes,
the big one, thank you.

It was! They used to
call me Mr Wiff Waff.

RODDY LAUGHS

They did!

Right. We're here.

This is Cannons Cove

I should go, before I'm busted.

I'm going to need to keep this phone.

What?

I need forensics to make a
proper copy of your video.

We'll get it back to you
as soon as possible.

Great...

Wait, Roddy.

Don't suppose you know
anything about the, er,

the devil on the rocks?

Oh, that's just some ghost
story we tell the new kids.

Ask around. Everyone knows it.

MARGO: The story of the
devil on the rocks.

This old fisherman was
out in a terrible storm.

Try as he might to row back to shore,

the swell kept pushing him
further and further out to sea.

The fisherman swore to himself

he'd give anything if he
could make it back to land.

Just then, the devil
appeared on the headland.

He made the fisherman an offer.

He'd quell the storm in
return for his catch.

And of course the fisherman
agreed without thinking.

And so the devil held aloft his arms

and instantly the wind and rain dropped.

The sea became as calm as a millpond...

and the man began rowing to shore.

But before he made it to safety,

the storm was replaced with a thick fog,

and the fisherman realised
the devil had tricked him.

He quelled the storm,
but replaced it with a fog so thick

a man could scarcely see
his hand before his face.

The fisherman soon became disorientated.

He couldn't tell which way the land was,

and so he rowed around and
around until he was exhausted.

Another fishing boat
found him two days later.

He was alive...

but the fog had sent him mad.

He couldn't even remember his own name.

His nets were empty.

Are the candles really necessary?

We're saving energy.

Well, I can't see.

So this was the same beach
where I saw the fog?

The very same

I heard this story
when I was at Brownies,

except it wasn't a fisherman,
it was a rum smuggler.

Maybe it was both.

All sorts of people might need
to make a deal with the devil.

Even priests. I say we concentrate
on the evidence we have.

Sir, you found something in
Father Michael's notebook.

Er, yes, yes, a, um,
a name and telephone number.

Probably nothing,
but worth looking into.

"Peas, sweetcorn, porridge..."

Er, no, sorry, that's Selwyn's dinner.

There.

OK. On it, sir.

And the phone company got back to us.

They triangulated the
last known position

of Father Michael's
phone to Cannons Cove

on the night he went missing.

Right, so, we know he was there.

We know he needed money,

from what the other priest
told Sergeant Williams,

and you found cash on the beach.

That doesn't explain why he was
marching on the spot like a lunatic.

And if that money came from him,
then what was it for,

and where did he get it from?

If not the devil.

Margo, we're the police.

A Faustian pact is not a
proper line of inquiry

in a missing person's case.

The greatest trick the devil pulled
was convincing us he didn't exist.

Really?

Yeah. Oh!
HUMPHREY CHUCKLES.

PHONE CHIMES

Oh, God.

HE BLOWS OUT CANDLE

ANNE: What on earth
are you doing?

HUMPHREY SCREAMS

CLATTERING

You don't live here any more, Humphrey.

Yes, I remember that now
Thank you, Anne.

So exactly how ready for bed were you?

Let's just say I was pre-pyjamas.

You were naked? Almost.

Luckily, I had my Glastonbury pants on.

A tad snug, as you know,
but they covered the essentials.

You can laugh, Martha, but this means

I can never see your mother ever again

I have to leave the country.

How was she, though? I mean,
once she got over the shock.

A little ashen
I meant on the boat.

Oh, um, well, she seems to
have settled in quite nicely.

PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES

You all right?

Robbery at St Barnabas?

Yes, sorry, I've had
a bad night's sleep.

Kelby told me you don't want him
to follow up on the break-in.

Oh, I just want to move on
I haven't got the headspace.

You're still worried there's
not enough of us to go round?

A bit. I mean, we can hardly
make time for each other,

let alone a foster child.

Look, if you want to have a rethink,
now is the time

I'll understand
You don't feel the same?

I feel that you make space and time

for the things you really care about.

And to prove it, let's make
time for each other tonight

I will cook. Come straight from work.

Mwah! It's a date.

I might invite Mum.

The bursar was emptying the safe to
go to the bank, and straight away

she realised there was a large
amount of money missing.

Do you know how much?

Over 10,000.

Sorry to interrupt. Do you mind
if I get your fingerprints,

just so I can rule them out?

Why do you keep so much money on-site?

Last week, we had a fundraising night,

a silent auction for the parents.

Sorry again, I just need to
know who else uses this safe?

Senior staff.

Does that include housemasters?

Yes, that's where we keep any
contraband found in the boys' rooms.

So Father Michael would have
had access to this safe?

Really, Detective. He's a man of God.

What does he want with 10,000?

Answer that question and
we'll most likely know

why Father Michael was
solivagant on the moor.

Solivagant?

Very good.

To wander alone.

However, I think perhaps

noctivagant might be more apposite -

to wander at night.

Could somebody please tell me what
is happening to find Father Michael?

We've got a team searching the moor,
and the coastguard

is patrolling the waters
around Cannons Cove.

Why Cannons Cove?
What would he be doing there?

That's precisely what's
been puzzling us.

This video was taken of
Father Michael a few nights

before he went missing.

Good heavens. He looks like
he's gone stark raving mad.

Who took this video?
That is not important.

What we need to know
is what is he doing,

why it might necessitate
him stealing 10,000,

and where is he now?

So, I called that number you
found in Father Michael's book.

Turns out it was an
estate agent from Leeds

Leeds. He's from Leeds,
isn't he?

Yeah, he was looking
for a flat, apparently.

So he was planning
on leaving here.

Looks like it. Oh! If you need
boots on the ground in Leeds,

then just say.

It might not be necessary, Kelby.

Well, I'd be happy to, honestly

I've never been further
north than Swindon.

Inspector

I'll get these back
to the station.

Inspector, I know I come
across as a tough old boot,

but I do care about Father
Michael, I really do.

But my priority always
has to be the school.

Why do you have to choose?

You probably know about the
regrettable malversation

that was discovered here

I'm sorry, but could you please just
use normal words like normal people?

Several governors were embroiled

in a cash for admissions investigation.

Nearly closed the whole place down.

So, when I ask for discretion,
it's for good reason.

You understand. No, I don't.

Either you want to find Father Michael,

or you want to protect
the school reputation.

Why do you have to choose?

Let's take another look at the cove.

Oh, Mum.

What does one buy for someone
who's been broken into?

I bought flowers.

Oh, they're lovely, thank you.

All our vases were smashed, though,
so we'll have to improvise. Oh...

So how did you sleep?
Terribly.

That full moon kept me awake.

Wasn't a moon last night.

There was in my room. Oh!

Humphrey is mortified.

He has nothing to be ashamed of.

Mum! I am changing the
subject immediately.

How are you settling in?
Oh, fine, fine.

Richard's coming over tomorrow
to help set up the TV.

Maybe I was too quick to judge him.

He makes me happy, Motty

I don't know what will
happen with him, but...

but I know for the first
time since your dad died...

I feel like my life is
going forward and not back.

That's good, Mum
I'm happy for you.

Mm? I am.

You need to trust my instincts

I'm a wise old bird, you know.

If you say so.

He did actually invite
me to this thing tonight,

an art do in Calstock.

Are you going?

Well, no, it...

It didn't seem right.

Oh, Mum, just go, please.

Dad wouldn't care
He always hated his birthday.

Really?

You don't mind?

Since when has that ever mattered?
Don't be ridiculous

I don't mind, Mum.

HE YAWNS

They say sea air makes you tired.

Sorry.

Bad night's sleep.

New bed not quite right?

No, it's very comfy.

Just couldn't fall asleep
Strange.

Maybe it was Margo's ghost story.

OK, let's just totally,
you know, blue sky this.

Father Michael had been
recruited by a county lines gang

who were bringing drugs
into Devon via the beach.

And him marching was a signal to
the gang that the coast is clear.

They're bringing the drugs to
the shore and he takes them

wherever they need to go.

The drug-running priest.

You buy that?
Not in a million years. Huh.

Did you see that house yesterday?
Can't say I did.

Then there was that sea fog.

WIND CHIMES TINKLE

Right.

Blinking oil leak...

Hello? MUFFLED THUD.

Ow! Er...

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Sorry. Have you come about the caravan?

Cos I won't take less than 200 for it.

We're not interested in
the caravan. OK, fine

150. We're police, sir.

We're investigating the
disappearance of a teacher

from St Barnabas.

Oh, I see. Here's a picture.

You ever see anyone who looks like this?

No, but I don't see many people,
to be honest.

So this is Old Harry's Farm?

Does that make you Old Harry?

The current Old Harry, yeah,

like my father and his
father before him.

Do you live alone? I do,
since my daughter died.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

What about the next Old Harry?

There won't be one.

Family history ends with me.

The, er, the missing man,
Father Michael,

he was spotted on the beach near here

a few days before he disappeared.

His behaviour was peculiar.

It was late at night and he was seen
marching on the spot all by himself.

This land can get
inside your head.

Have you ever heard the story
of the devil on the rocks? Yes.

You spend long enough in these hills,
and you begin to believe it.

I hope you find him.

PHONE RINGS

Margo.

They found him. The teacher.

They found him.

Is he, um...? Alive? Just about.

The RNLI picked him up adrift in a
fishing boat a couple of hours ago.

What happened to him?
They don't know.

The man's lost his mind.

Couldn't even say his own name

I said all along,
beware the devil on the rocks.

DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS

Kelby: What time was this?

Oh, er, he's over there.

Right. Did he say anything?

Father Michael.

It's very good to see you.

Who are you? I'm Detective
Inspector Goodman.

Are you able to tell us what happened?

Do you remember what happened to you?

I...

I don't know.

Who are you?

OK, don't worry.

Paramedics are going to
take you to hospital, OK?

You're going to be fine.

Kelby. What do you know?

OK, so the paramedics reckon

he's suffered from some kind of
blunt force trauma to his head,

so there's no way of
knowing if he was attacked

or it was by accident.

What did he have on him? It's weird.

His trouser pockets were
full of nothing but sand,

but we found a phone in his coat pocket

I started making notes of
a text exchange I found.

"Can we speak?"

Michael replies,
"I don't think that's a good idea."

Reply reads, "This is important. Please."

"Usual place tonight? M."

Any idea who 'M' is?

The number is not saved in his phone,
but the estate agent in Leeds

sent me a chain of emails.

Er, I printed them all off.

Margo wasn't happy.

But apparently, Father Michael
found a place he liked,

but he asked for more time
to get a deposit together.

The money he needed.

He was thinking of moving
back home. But why?

On one of the emails he
CC'd another address.

See, I reckon he's done it by accident,

cos it's nowhere else. See?

MT97@cellchat.com.

Margo's finding an address, but, um,

the only thing we've got now
is a name - Marie Trevellan

Marie? That's right, sir.

Could be a coincidence, I suppose
I don't believe in them.

Any other texts,
apart from this exchange?

One, the night he went missing.

Can I see it? Yes, sir
Should be charged.

Look.

"Pleas come tonite insted
Urgent."

See, I've called that number
No-one answers.

OK. Excellent work, Kelby.

Thank you, sir. I-I guess

you couldn't have done
without me, right?

Done without you?

It's just, only,

Margo said there might be redundancies.

Right. OK.

Look, the Chief Super is smart
enough to know the difference

between the cost of something
and the value of it.

Do you understand?

Do not worry about your job, Kelby
You are priceless.

Right, what's next?
Thank you, sir.

Er, I think we need to find out
how Michael knew this Marie,

and seeing as he lives and
works in the same place,

in the middle of nowhere,
I vote we start there. Good plan.

I heard the wonderful news.

He'll be OK? He's just
getting checked over now.

What on earth was he doing on a boat?
We're working on that.

Father, do you know anyone by
the name of Marie Trevellan?

Yes! She used to work in the library.

She left a few months ago now.

We believe Father Michael
may well have been planning

to quit his job here
and move in with Marie.

It's possible that's what he
needed the advance on his pay for

I see.

Father, do you think it's possible
Michael might have stolen the money

from the school to pay for this flat?

I don't.

If you're right about him
and Marie having relations,

then... he wouldn't be the
first priest to fall in love.

But to steal thousands of pounds,

I can't see what would
drive him to such a thing.

Do you know exactly when she left?

I think it would have
been September last year.

Oh, sorry, we're closed today.
Oh, OK.

Zoe, please go home.

You're making me look bad.
I'm nearly done.

At least sit down for five minutes.

Thanks for this. It's cool.

♪ Everything's going
to be all right... ♪

Sometimes the radio plays
just the right song

at the right time.

Actually, it's a playlist. I put it on.

Oh, cool. It's my
dad's song. Uh...

Oh? Well, er, Mum said
it's the song he sang to me

the first time he held me.

Aww, that's lovely, Zoe.

Suppose it's... it's a bit soppy, really.

No, it's not.

That's the thing when you lose someone.

You need to take whatever you can
of them and keep it with you.

I'm sure he'd be very proud of you.

ZOE SNIFFLES

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to upset you.

You didn't
I'm... I'm OK. I'm fine.

Can you just stop being nice?

I'm really sorry.

What?

It was... It was just
a few other people.

We wanted somewhere to revise,
and I said we could go here,

cos I had the keys
I just wanted to impress this boy.

It was so stupid
I don't even fancy him that much

Zoe, it's OK. It's not OK.

The boy Jack, he told everyone
on his football WhatsApp group,

and they all thought
it was a party,

and suddenly there's like
50 people here. I know

I told them to stop, no-one was
listening. I didn't even know half

of them, and then they just
started trashing... Zoe, I know.

What? I saw your hoodie
hanging up yesterday

I knew you left wearing it
the night of the break-in,

but when you arrived the following day,
you didn't have it.

So I realised you must have been
back in the building at some point.

Can't you just shout at
me like a normal person?

I'm not saying I'm not angry with you,

but I also know I did 100
stupid things growing up,

and pretty much all of them
were because of some boy.

I like having you here, Zoe

I didn't want us to fall out.

What about Mum?

Well, I'm sure she's got
enough on her plate.

Maybe she doesn't need
anything else to worry about.

OK, so two people meet
at work and fall in love.

Happens every day.

Except on this occasion,
he is a Catholic priest,

and work is a strict boarding
school with a reputation to protect.

They had to keep it secret at all costs.

But when she texted him,
it was as if they were strangers.

Look.

"Can we speak?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."

They weren't together when
she sent him this message.

He deleted her number.

He'd broken his vow of
celibacy as a priest.

His career was on the line.

He didn't want the relationship
to continue. So what changed?

What was so important
that she needed to meet?

HE MUTTERS I don't know.

I've got it. I've worked it out.

Have you? Yes. I know why I
couldn't sleep last night.

Oh. No, I couldn't sleep
on dry land because

I'd got used to being rocked to sleep.

Like a baby!

Look at the timeline. She left the
school, then nine months later

she gets back in touch with
Father Michael to tell him

she has something important to say.

"You're a father."

Whatever threat to his career
as a priest this posed,

he still loved their baby.

We know this because
we saw the CCTV of him

returning every other night
after lights out to meet Marie

and their baby right here at the beach.

OK, so why, when Roddy
saw him on the beach,

was Father Michael alone?

She was looking after a
newborn baby on her own.

She must have been exhausted.

When they met up here, it was so
Father Michael could see the baby,

and also Marie could get some respite.

WAVES CRASH GENTLY

The sound of the sea and the marching

must be just what happens
to get the baby to sleep

I used to have to put the washing
machine on to get Zoe down.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Margo.

OK, so I've got an address
for this Marie Trevellan.

Old Harry's Farm.

Are you sure?
We were there earlier today.

It's what the phone company told me.

She lives there with Harry Trevellan.

What? So Marie is Old Harry's daughter?

He said his daughter was dead.

Marie's his granddaughter.

And you know that's only a few
hundred yards from Cannons Cove.

What did I say?
Beware the devil...

Yes, thanks, Margo.

So now what?

We go back to Old Harry's Farm.

He lied to us, and I think I know why.

WHIRRING

What are you doing?

WHIRRING

DI says I'm priceless.

SHE SCOFFS

WHIRRING

Ha!

You see, telling us about Marie
would lead us to the truth.

This old man loses his daughter,

brings his granddaughter up as his own,
and her baby too.

He loves her, of course.

Even names his little
fishing boat after her.

But then one day,
Marie and Father Michael

decide to blow their own
secret and move in together.

With that goes any chance of
someone taking over the farm,

passing on the family legacy.

But worse than that, it would
mean he was up here on his own.

Remember what he said, about how
these hills get inside your head?

He was scared of being alone.

You think Old Harry
attacked Father Michael

and put him in that boat? His boat. Yes.

He has motive and opportunity.

But it was Marie who
texted Father Michael

asking him to come to the beach
on the night he went missing.

Marie's phone sent
Father Michael a message.

Doesn't mean she wrote it.

That last text is all caps and
littered with spelling mistakes.

She's a librarian. She's book-smart.

She doesn't make spelling
mistakes like that

I think Old Harry sent that text to
lure Father Michael to the beach.

Old Harry is the
devil on the rocks.

Sir.

It's her.

Marie?

My name is Detective Inspector Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

We need to talk to you
about Father Michael.

What about him?

What's happened?
He's in hospital.

He was found earlier today
adrift in a small boat

with a serious head injury.

Will he be OK? Don't worry,
he's going to be fine.

We'll have a car
come and take you

to the hospital whenever you're ready,
OK? Marie, we need to ask,

did you send Father Michael
a text on Thursday night,

asking to meet him up here?
No.

We agreed not to text each other.

It was too risky

Marie, we think your grandfather

attacked Father Michael
and put him in that boat.

OLD HARRY: That's a lie!

I saw you coming. I knew what
this was all about. Grandad.

They're saying you attacked Michael.

No, I didn't, I swear
I just wanted to ask him if he would...

leave us be.

He tripped and... hit his head.

Father Michael was willing
to give up everything

to be with Marie and their baby,
and the only thing you could think

of doing was asking him
to change his mind?

That's all you did?

It wasn't all you did, was it, Harry?

Because you went to the school first.

Oil stains.

Your car is leaking oil, and when
we arrived at St Barnabas yesterday,

one of the students, Roddy...

Morning, sir. Morning

was cleaning oil
stains from the car park.

You went there to confront the school,

threatened to expose the affair

Goddard couldn't let another
scandal hit the school.

So what did she do, Harry?

She panicked.

Tried to buy your silence

with the cash she knew
was sitting in the safe.

Ten grand to stay quiet.

That true, Grandad?

Well... Did she bribe you?

Well, I had to take it, kid
I don't blame you for taking it.

But why did you then have to get
Michael up on the beach like that?

Cos what is ten grand

when I'm here without you, Marie?

This ain't no place if you're alone.

So you took your bribe and
tried to bribe Michael with it.

That's why we found the money on
the beach. He wouldn't have it.

Of course he wouldn't.
He loves his family.

You can't buy me off like that.

He's my son. Take it.

Please.

This was the last hope
of a desperate man.

It got physical.

Take it!

Not because you were
trying to hurt him...

but because you were so eager
for him to take your money

I panicked

I thought he was already dead.

You dragged him across the beach.

That's why his pockets
were filled with sand.

You put him in that boat
and pushed him out to sea

I didn't mean for things
to turn out this way.

It all fell apart in my hands, and I...

I couldn't tell the truth!

You're not the only one.

Welcome, welcome
Thank you so much for coming.

It would be my pleasure to show you

just a snippet of all
the wonderful things

we can offer your children
here at St Barnabas.

Has anyone got any
questions at this stage?

I do.

Um...

Sorry.

Right. Detective, would you be
so good as to wait in my office?

Can't do that, I'm afraid

Marion Goddard, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of theft

and obstructing a police investigation.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence if you do

not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

SHE CHUCKLES I don't understand

I'm saying you deliberately
facilitated impedimenta

in order to disoblige our inquiry
That make sense?

You can't know that. Course I can
I know everything

I even know where Old
Harry parked his car

when you tried to pay him off
That not enough?

OK, I will use pictures.

Father Brian helpfully
has just given us this.

Here's Harry five days ago arriving
to confront you about the affair,

and here he is 20 minutes later

returning with a big bag full of cash.

We already have your prints,

so it should be easy to
match them to the bag.

In the car, please.

If you think I'm wearing those,

Constable, you've got
another think coming

I'm a Sergeant, and you're under arrest.

OTHERS GASP

This has all been a
terrible misunderstanding

I shall be back in about 20 minutes.

There are biscuits!

Thought I might find you here.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Your help was crucial in
finding Father Michael.

Cool

I doubt it'll get Goddard
off my back, though.

Oh, I don't think Mrs Goddard

is going to give you any more trouble.

Listen, maybe you'll come to
love it here, maybe you won't.

But your parents love you,
I'm sure of that.

So if you're unhappy, just talk to them

I can't. You can.

Talking is always the first
step in making things right.

No, I mean literally I can't.

You've still got my phone.

Oh, right, yes, of course. Sorry.

Thank you, sir.

I think you'll be all right, Roddy.

You're a smart and likeable young man.

When you find your thing,
there'll be no stopping you.

Sorry, what?

Doesn't matter.

LIGHT CHATTER

It's rather beautiful, isn't it?

Yes

I love those big, bold brushstrokes,

wild, like the sea

I have to admit, I don't normally
come to this sort of thing.

What I know about art you
could fit on a Post-it note.

Trick is to say something
with enough confidence,

then people assume you know
what you're talking about.

SHE CHUCKLES Like a man.

Exactly.

Ah, finally

I sent my husband off 20
minutes ago for a refill

Peter, over here.

Hello, Anne.

Hello... Peter.

You two know each other?

Yes

Peter and I are old colleagues.

We used to work together at the museum.

Oh, really?

I don't recall Peter mentioning an Anne.

Were you at the retirement drinks?

No.

Well, to be honest,

we didn't really work together for long.

Well, Anne, it's been so
wonderful to see you again

after all these years. I know.

Seems like only yesterday.

So are you based in London, Anne?

No, I'm in Shipton Abbott.

Oh, lovely, you're just up the road.

We should have you round
for dinner some time.

Bring your other half. Oh,
I'm single at the moment, I'm afraid.

My husband passed away.

Oh, gosh, there's me putting
my foot in it again.

Peter's always saying I
have foot-in-mouth disease.

Honestly, you don't need to apologise.

Well, must mingle.

Nice to meet you. Absolutely.

Goodbye, Peter.

You don't think I upset her, do you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, look, there's... I must
just have a word. Oh, right.

Anne, wait

I'm sorry. I didn't
know you were coming.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Well, surprise!

Was any of it real?

Or were you just stringing
me along the whole time?

No. It...

It's complicated

I was going to talk
to you about it

I'm sorry. Not as sorry as I am.

ENGINE STARTS, HORN BEEPS

I thought you were cooking.

And I did.

With a little help from my friend Mario.

Well, this place looks better
than last time I was here

Zoe and I have been
on a bit of a journey

these last couple of days.

OK. In a good way?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

So, Hannah called.

The fostering panel have
recommended we're approved.

We should get final confirmation
in the next couple of days.

Oh, well done us.

Are you happy?
Yes, I am

I'm sorry I had a bit of a wobble.

We are busy, but I really want this.

For the rest of our lives,

I don't think we'll do
anything as important. I agree.

Looks as though we may
need another glass.

What's happened?

So much for being a wise old bird.

Oh, Mum.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mum.

There's no time for breakfast
I've got a wedding to plan, remember?

I'm worries about you.
Oh, don't be silly.

She's using the wedding planning
to take her mind off it.

Classic deflection

I've ordered a dozen of these!

You promised not to get mad
You're 16 years old

I heard a scream so I ran towards it

and found this poor
woman just lying there

I thought Mum would understand,
but she just flew off the handle.

It must've been a shock to her.

HUMPHREY: Missing a bow, are we?

The plot thickens!

It doesn't leave this room?

I swear