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Just put the gun down.

Just give it to me, Dexter.

You're late.

I know.

Briefing started
10 minutes ago.

- Hmm.
- Did you find Dexter's file?

That's it.

That's the little...

Language.

Toerag.

Thank you.

What did the doctor say?

"No smoking."
He said, "No smoking."

Thank you, Larry.

I knew we'd had him in before.

Starting when he was 10.

Theft, assault.
No last known address.

No fixed abode.

- Not for the most part.
- Up.

Sorry, Mrs Keating.

I'm working.

You said it was itchy.

Right here.

The farmer near Whittlesford.

Lived there with his aunt
and uncle for a time.

It's worth a try.

Right. You heard the boss.

- Sir.
- Aye, sir.

I'm nipping home.

No ciggies.

Geordie.

I nearly died.

Give me this one thing.

Police!

- Up there.
- Sir.

Dexter Sutton. Where is he?

Not here.
Wash our hands of that boy.

Could have asked
before you bashed my door in!

So what's he done now?

This.

- Nothing to do with us.
- Barrister probably deserved it.

I wouldn't do that, son.

Unless you fancy losing
your pearly whites.

He's not here, guv.

Like I said.

Tell Dexter
we're coming for him.

He'll be quaking
in his boots, I'm sure.

His name's Geordie, by the way.

The man he shot.

He has a wife and four kids.

Someone's paying for my door!

Can't do that for nothing.

I had the dream again.

- That bloody dream.
- Hmm.

Can't seem to shake it.

You know why, don't you?

Please, enlighten me.

You're having a crisis of faith.

Er...

I don't know. I don't know
if it's that exactly.

The angst,
the self-recrimination.

Did you pray for me?

- No.
- Well, there we go, then.

Well, there wasn't exactly time.

A vicar who's on good terms
with God would have made time.

I prayed.

You never did.

Well, not prayed, exactly.

I just...

I hear the shot,

I'm lying there, thinking,
"This is it."

These words are going
round and round in my head.

Love the sinner. Hate the sin.

- Wow.
- The three vicars

all trying to explain it to me.

And all I could think was,

"I still don't bloody get it."

- Well, it's simple.
- Well, go on, then.

Whatever we do,
we're all children of God.

We all deserve his forgiveness.

But you still punish the sin.

Of course.

But if you punish the sin,

aren't you still punishing
the sinner?

Well, yes, but...

So you're not loving
the sinner, are you?

You're saying you love him

all while shoving a noose
around his neck

and watching him swing.

It's a bit more complicated
than that.

I thought you said
it was simple.

Okay, so...

England lose at football.

- To who?
- I don't know. Hungary.

- Home or away?
- Does that matter?

- Home.
- How much did we lose by?

One, nil. But you still
love England, don't you?

You still love them as a team.
You still root for them.

- No. Unforgivable.
- Geordie, come on.

Losing a game
that we invented

on home turf, to Hungary?

It was a metaphor.

Even so.

If an old heathen like me
can have godly thoughts,

you can, too.

Earl grey?

You brought the tea service.

Of course she brought
the tea service.

Leonard.

We have the thing.

About the situation?

Oh, yes, of course. The, erm...

The thing.

What thing?

More to the point,
what situation?

It's nothing.

Nothing of note.

Nothing, really, at all.

What is the thing, Leonard?

She'll get it out of you.

You know she will.

Marcus wants to see us.

About Raymond.

Don't tell me you're doing
what I think you're doing.

What do you think we're doing?

You know very well.

I haven't got a clue.

Marcus has asked me
to be Raymond's legal guardian.

So... So, you and...

Oh.

Have you ever heard
of anything more ridiculous

in your entire God-given life?

I think it's rather marvellous.

Jack Chapman,
you take that right back.

It's better
than the alternative.

There'll be a home.
Raymond can go to a good home.

Not a family, though.

Two men isn't a family, Jack.

But it isn't
just two men, is it?

I mean, it's two men

and you and me, and Alfie.

And the Keatings.

It's the people in the village.
Old Mrs Salter from next door.

Mrs Salter
is a sour-faced trout.

Maybe not Mrs Salter then.

You can teach him to cook.

I'll teach him golf
and mediaeval history

and how to make
a perfect Old Fashioned.

Grandpa and grandmama.

Grandmama?
No, thank you very much.

You have no idea how much
I love you, Jack Chapman.

I have an inkling.

Grampy Jack.

I like that.

I like that very much.

You off?

There's a thing.

About a situation.

And it will all end in disaster.

Have you tried doing
a round of the pubs?

Yeah. Dexter likes a bit
of a drink by all accounts.

On it, boss.

Who brought that in here?

Don't look at me.

...we can try talking
to the others.

He's just had
an operation, Alfie.

He's his own worst enemy.

Cath.

Larry, naptime.

Love to the boys.

I tried to stop him.

He stabbed his aunt.

He wouldn't stop.

Alfie.

You'll find God again.

I know you will.

What was that for?

I'm sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry about.

Yes, I do.
You know I do.

- Cathy.
- No.

Just let me say it.

I was stupid.

Mr Switch
made me feel appreciated.

I... I think that's what it was.

And glamorous.

And nothing happened.

- Cathy.
- I swear.

- Cathy.
- It was just silly.

It was...
It was a silly fantasy.

I hope you can forgive me.

You don't pull
the whole wall down

when there's a crack
in the plaster, do you?

Someone very wise
once told me that.

Who was that, then?

Well, the name
escapes me now,

but she's very beautiful.

And glamorous.

And clever.

Cleverest person I've ever met.

Geordie?

What's wrong?

Oh, my God!

Alfie!

Cathy?

Get help! Please, get a doctor.

We're here, Geordie.

You want me to pray for you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Go forth from this world

in the love of God,
who created you...

Go forth from this world
in the love of God

who created you.

In the mercy of Jesus Christ,
who redeemed you.

- In the mercy of...
- It was me.

Your dream.

It was me.

Geordie.

- Geordie.
- Geordie?

Hey, Geordie!

Geordie! We need some help
in here, please.

Out of the way, please.
Quickly.

Please step aside.

In the mercy of Jesus Christ,
who redeemed you.

In the power of the Holy Spirit,
who strengthens you.

May you dwell this day in peace.

I saw God once.

I was 10 or thereabouts.

Reverend Potts sat me down

and told me I had a new family.

I was going to a new home.

They'd always wanted a son,
this couple,

and even though they were white,
they thought they could make me

into the boy
they'd always wanted.

But from that very first night,
I could tell.

They knew they'd made
a terrible mistake.

They didn't want me.

Knowing that,

seeing that,

well, it broke me a little bit.

And so I did something
really stupid. I, er...

I took a necklace
that was hers. I stole it.

Put it under my pillow.

Because if they were going
to get rid of me,

I wanted to make damn sure
they had a good reason.

And it worked.

They brought me
back to the home.

No one ever told me why,
but I knew.

I wasn't good enough, Geordie.

Not good enough
to have a family.

Not good enough to be loved.

I knew from that moment on,
I'd always be alone.

And that's when it happened.

I saw this...

This light. This...

This beautiful

white light all around me.

You know, it was warm

and gentle,

and all that pain,

all that loneliness
and the anger, it just...

It went.

Just left me.

He spoke to me.

It doesn't matter now
what he said,

but the upshot is,

now I'm not seeing him anymore.

I'm not seeing the light.

Please don't leave me, Geordie.

Please don't leave me.

I can't lose you, too.

Mum?

Oh, Esme.

"I, Marcus Hayes..."
That's him, not me.

Yes. We know.

"...being the lawful parent
of Raymond Hayes,

"do hereby appoint
Daniel Marlowe

"to be guardian of said child,

"and vest in him all such power,

"duties and responsibilities

"as are vested in a guardian
under the law.

"Et cetera, et cetera."

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.
Just sign it.

Wait, wait.

So, if Daniel signs this...

Congratulations. It's a boy.

Just like that. Just...

We are with child.

Not until he's carked it,
of course.

No offence.

None taken.

Could you just... Do you mind
if we just...

Deep breaths.

This all feels very sudden,
don't you think?

Mary was visited
by the angel Gabriel.

That was all a bit sudden,
but, er, she didn't mind.

Jesus was a baby.

Raymond is a little person
with thoughts and opinions.

What if he doesn't know
about the birds and the bees?

I can't tell him.
I barely know myself.

This is...

Impossible.

I'm a homosexual, Daniel.

I hope so.

Or I've wasted
an awful lot of time.

And a criminal at that.

Every criminal
deserves a second chance.

- Oh, nonsense.
- You were the one who said that.

You built a whole business
around it.

You and me

with a child.

It seems so very unlikely.

Says the man
who believes in miracles.

When I came here,
I had no one, I had nothing.

I liked books more than people.

I was terrified of people,
to be honest.

But then I found a family,
and love,

and you.

Perhaps that's enough.

You had no one. I had no one.

Soon Raymond will have no one.

We were all alone.

We all found
each other, Leonard.

It's...

It's rather wonderful, really.

And the birds and the bees.

I know the basics.

Shall we?

He's done it again, Alfie.

Dexter.

I told him
not to be stupid.

I told him to calm down,

but he won't listen.
He never listens.

He's gonna keep hurting people.

He's not gonna stop.

You have to stop him.

It's funny, isn't it?

I've spent so long
trying to prove myself,

show Geordie
I've got what it takes.

I hardly know
what to do with myself.

Yes, you do, Larry.

Do you think he's proud of me?

Of course he is.

He never said.

Geordie taught you everything.

You know exactly what to do.

Move that lot back.
This is a crime scene,

- not a bleeding circus.
- Sarge.

Where would Dexter go,
Mr Browning?

I don't know.

He's not mine. He's my sister's.

Would he go to her,
do you think?

She's dead. Years back.

What exactly happened,
Mr Browning?

He turns up,
three sheets to the wind.

He's got a temper on him
at the best of times,

but he was... His eyes.

I'd never seen him so cold.

It was like he had
the devil in him.

He crowed about it, you know.

About your wife.

About the copper.
Made a joke of it.

Said he had half a mind
to go down there

to the hospital,
finish what he started.

Wake up, my love.

Please wake up.

We've got to get old together,

you and me,

walking along the meadow,
arm in arm,

kids driving us
to distraction.

You, sneaking a little kiss

when you think
no one's watching.

I don't... I don't work
without you, Geordie.

None of us work without you.

What will I do without him?

You'll cope.

That's what we do, isn't it?

Sometimes

I felt lonely,

you know, even with him
by my side.

But I had no idea

how lucky I was

to have someone

all of my own

to love and be loved.

When was the last time you ate?

Oh, I couldn't.

You have to keep
your strength up.

There's a pub
across the road. Sherry?

It's fortifying.

Ten minutes. That's all.

I think we can get
suitably fortified

in 10 minutes.

Bloody idiot!

Police! Move!

Move!

I'll do it! I'll kill you, too!

Move!

Dexter, stop!

Larry.

Larry.

- Larry! Larry!
- I got him.

I think I got him.

Thing is, Raymond, I think God

is calling me
to come up to heaven.

Can you tell him
you're not ready?

You don't keep God waiting
if you can help it, do you?

I don't want you to go.

I know.

I don't want to be on my own.

We don't want that either.

So how about you come
and live with us, Raymond?

We'd make the spare room up
with cars...

...and trains and whatnot.

Oh, Lord.

I've had some thoughts.

And a few sherries.

Now is not the time.

I was on my own for a long time,

and I was terribly,
terribly lonely.

There's nothing worse
than loneliness.

So when the time comes,

we want you to know
that we're waiting, Raymond,

and we'd be ever so pleased
to be your family.

I know this is an awful lot
to take in.

You must have an awful lot
of questions about,

well, an awful lot of things.

Do you have any questions?

Can we get a dog?

- Yes.
- No.

We don't know the first thing
about dogs, Leonard.

- We cannot get a dog.
- We will absolutely get a dog.

I don't see it.

I don't see the lights.

I don't think I ever did.
Not really.

I was just trying
to find meaning

where there was none.

You were never with me.

I was always alone.

I think I'm dying.

You hear me, you bastard?

I need help!

I need help!

He ain't here.
I'm telling you, he ain't here.

He do this?

Always was
a bit touched.

I've done my best by him.
We both did.

Jesus himself would have
turned his back on the boy.

He left the gun.

What is that?

A prayer of some sort.

I thought you had a duty.

He was my friend.

He was a copper.

He was doing his job.

Still a copper.

He had kids, for God's sake.

I'd do it again, you know.

Get that smug bastard
right in his face this time.

Boom.

You don't give a damn.

Yeah, why should I?

No one gave a damn about me!

Rotten, stinking world
full of rotten, stinking people.

There's no miracles. No God.

We're born alone. We die alone.

Like that copper of yours.

Dad?

Esme.

- Mum?
- What?

- What? What is it?
- Quickly. Come on.

Cathy.

Cathy.

You came back.

You came back to me.

Cathy.

You're just gonna leave me here?

Is that what you're gonna do?

Why did you come here?

What do you want from me?

Is it forgiveness?

Hmm?

Is that it?

Well, you have to, don't you?

You have to forgive me.

And then what?

You're absolved?

While the rest of us...

You... You took a life.

And you ripped my heart out
in the process.

You're as bad
as the rest of them.

I...

I kept having this dream.

About praying.

Yeah.

Well, I thought it might be
the start of something.

Like lights, like, er...

goodness.

But it wasn't
the start of something.

It was the end of it.

Of all of it.

Of everything.

Boss, it's me.

I'll go and get you
some water, my love.

You had me going a while there.

- Dexter.
- I'm sorry.

- Dexter.
- We'll find him.

Don't worry.

I'm so sorry.

Where's Alfie?

He went home.

I hope you can forgive me.

And if you can't,
God will, won't he?

That vicar.

He will, won't he?

What are you doing? Lie down.
You're gonna hurt yourself.

He was sorry.

The boy was sorry.

Go forth from this world

in the love of God,
who created you.

In the mercy of Jesus Christ
who redeemed you.

In the power of the Holy Spirit
who strengthens you.

Please don't let me die.

May you dwell this day in peace.

Alfie.

Geordie.

Mmm.

Geordie.

Just let me tell you
a story, Alfie.

There was a boy
who nobody wanted.

He was passed
from pillar to post.

He was all alone in this world.

No one loved him.

No one cared.

So he lashed out.

He stole to get attention.

Yeah, made himself mean and hard

because if no one
was going to love him,

he'd sure as hell
give them a reason not to.

Sounds familiar, doesn't it?

Everything
but the cardboard box

on the doorstep.

I'd spent my whole working life

trying to right people
by punishing them.

Just clap them in handcuffs

the minute they walk over
whatever terrible cliff

they've made of their lives.

But then I met Sydney.

And Will.

And you.

And I started to realise,

all of us walk off a cliff
at some point in our lives.

All of us fall.

It's how we pick
people up afterwards.

That's what matters.

How we help them
to stand back up.

Love the sinner. Hate the sin.

What was it God said to you?

When you saw him.

"Even when I feel
furthest from you,

"I am near."

How about that?

Kept it under his pillow.

I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

Forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Help is on its way.

- It's overdue as is...
- Let me stop you there.

Why?

I have a feeling I know
what you're going to say.

I don't think you do.

You're going to say,
"This is long overdue,

"as is this apology."

Yeah. I thought
it would be charming.

Hmm.

Come on,
it's a little bit charming.

A shilling.

You owe me a shilling
for the fine.

What exactly are you
apologising for, anyway?

All of it.

- For being...
- Self-absorbed,

hot and cold,
troubled, unavailable.

I'm not self-absorbed, am I?

Oh, God, am I self-absorbed?

And after the apology,
what happens next?

I'd casually ask you
for a drink.

Go on, then.

Now?

Well, you're here, aren't you?

Hey, Meg.

Yes, Alfie.

I don't suppose
you fancy a drink.

Mmm. Very casual.

And after that?

Well, I was thinking
along the lines of,

I don't know,
marriage and babies.

I meant what, after the drink?

- Dancing.
- Hmm.

- I like dancing.
- Mmm-hmm.

Tomorrow then.

You still owe me a shilling.

Tomorrow, and I'll pick you up.

You're forgiven, by the way.

Marriage and babies, you say?

Imagine the look
on your dad's face.

You know who I blame?
Sidney Beckett.

Who?

Used to be
my vicars were on time,

punctual, not dilly dallying
with girls.

Then they got into jazz
and motor vehicles,

and it all went
swiftly downhill.

We're not dilly dallying,
by the way.

I think I'm going to marry her.

Straighten your hair.

You look like you've been run
through a hedge backwards.

Welcome. Please.

Will the godparents
step forward?

Are you crying?

It's dust.

You've been a big old softie
this whole time.

Does thou,
in the name of this child,

renounce the devil
and all his works?

I renounce them all.

Does thou believe in God,
the Father Almighty,

maker of Heaven and Earth?

Sorry. Sorry.

He was doing his hair.

Excuse me
for wanting to look nice.

I think you look lovely.

Thank you, Raymond.

Sorry. As you were.

Does thou believe in God,
the Father Almighty,

maker of Heaven and Earth?

Daisy, I baptise thee
in the name of the Father

and the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Amen.

Sometimes we may wonder,

"Where is God?"

Even Jesus thought
he had been forsaken.

But through Christ,
God is always with us.

He speaks to us
through the shapes of our lives.

He speaks to us
in the celebrations

and the silences.

Through beginnings and endings.

Through meetings

and partings.

In the sunset

and the sunrise.

God is in the big sorrows.

And he's there
in the little joys.

He's in the path of our lives
through every twist and turn.

Sometimes we may worry

that we're going
in the wrong direction

to an edge

we'll fall from.

But if we do fall,

God will be there to catch us.

Let us all promise
to be there for Daisy

as she navigates
the path of her life.

Let us be with her
every step of the way,

as Christ will be

through faith, hope,

and love.

But the greatest of these
is love.

What the...

- Dickens.
- Melbourne.

Dostoevsky!

- What?
- Dostoevsky.

Mmm. Leonard's idea.

I would never have guessed.

Love all of God's creations,

both the whole
and every grain of sand.

We prefer Dusty.

We really do.

Grampy Jack?

Yes, Ray Ray.

There's a rope swing over there.
Would you push me?

Absolutely.

Absolutely not.

Those things are dangerous.
They break.

Only bad things happen
on rope swings.

Hang on.

What is that?

You're gonna spoil him rotten.

I do hope so.

Who's for tea?

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

Who's for sherry?

Yes.

Good boy, Dusty.

Don't go overexerting yourself,
Geordie Keating.

I'm watching you.

So, how's Meg?

Good.

Are you seeing her again?

Maybe.

- There was a kiss, wasn't there?
- Maybe.

You sly old dog.

- Did you try my line?
- No, I did not try your line.

- It's a good line.
- It's a terrible line, Geordie.

It's all in the way you say it.

Go on.

Hang on.

Just let me get myself
in the mood. Hmm?

Are we in a library,

because I can't stop
checking you out.

Awful.

It's better than yours.

The whole apology thing.

Well, it worked,
didn't it?

We'll see.

Did you hear?

What?

Skeleton's gone missing
from Peter House.

You're retired, Geordie.

I know I'm retired.

You chose to retire.

And I am enjoying
every minute.

What, full pension,
snooze in the afternoon.

Mmm.

Not a care in the world.

It's a dinosaur, the skeleton.

There we go.

Police have stopped
looking into it.

Have they, now?

Mmm. Not worth
the time, apparently.

Hmm. Well, they have a lot
on their plate.

- You know, maybe we could...
- We could what?

Just discuss it
over a few pints.

For old time's sake.

What do you reckon?

You're buying.

Backgammon?

Since when have we
ever played backgammon?

It's the game, Alfie.

It's the game.