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The peace and quiet of the northwest village of Fencote has been shattered by

a gruesome discovery.

According to sources, a gravedigger working at the church has unearthed the

remains of a human skeleton.

Anna? Remains that reportedly shouldn't be there.

Anna? Mike Rogers is at the scene.

Yeah?

It's some chat on the telly. Well, as you can see, forensic officers are busy

at work trying to establish exactly what's happened here. The remains were

discovered by a local gravedigger.

John Preston, who has worked at the church for over 10 years.

Investigators now need to establish who is... Thank

you.

I've got you, brother.

Missy! How many times have I told you? No gun.

Shush.

Give it a few years. I said shush.

You know my views. I'm trying to watch. I was preparing this grave for burial

just behind us.

And I hadn't gone very deep and I... Hang on, isn't that your old church?

Yes, it is. A pipe down in the fair, have you? It turned out it was another

coffin. Now, I knew one should have been in there because it was a double grave,

but it should have been much deeper in the ground, so there was enough room to

fit the new one on top.

Class coming back to haunt you?

Reverend Wilson?

Very funny.

Well,

this is a graveyard, Mr Preston. Surely it's not unusual to find old bones from

time to time? What?

That body had not undergone a proper burial.

Can we move along, please? There's nothing to see here.

Can you confirm that this is a designated crime scene?

You know I'm not a liberty to say that. Can we move along?

Guilty. What?

By the cross.

A matter of conscience, perhaps.

Guilty.

That's it.

I give up.

Right, I won't be long. Oh, and if Jack gets peckish, there's some nibbles in

here. Okay, love.

See you later, Dad.

Get on.

Jack, you'd be good for ground, Grandpa.

Bye, darling.

Guilty.

Jack, you play with Missy, okay?

Charles, we need to talk.

Mrs. Simpson?

Mrs. Simpson?

Can I have a word?

I'm sorry, Reverend. I need to get Peter home.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

About Mr. Simpson?

He's not dead, Reverend.

The more is the pity.

Perhaps we can talk more privately, maybe inside, away from... Little ears.

As I said, I need to get Peter home.

Mrs. Simpson, come inside.

Just for a moment, please.

Sometimes, for reasons beyond our comprehension, we do find ourselves in

situations that will test our faith.

Answer me this, Reverend.

How can God possibly justify this?

I wish you told me.

So you could pray for us.

The church is a sanctuary, Mrs. Simpson. I could have made inquiries, maybe even

found you a safe place to go.

In this village, you have no idea.

Come along, Peter.

Time to go.

If you'll excuse me.

Hear that, Joe?

She wants to get past.

Sleight of be, Tom.

Go on, then.

Piss off.

Back to where you came from.

Why don't they like us, Mummy?

Oh, darling, it's not you. It's me.

It's because of the way I talk. Is that why Daddy went away?

Wait here.

It's Anna.

I wondered how long it would be before we heard from you. Is Jack with you by

any chance? I wouldn't tell you if he was.

You've got a nerve calling here.

Haven't you caused enough trouble?

Someone has changed the locks to the house.

I don't know what to do.

Go back to Germany and leave my son alone.

He wants nothing more to do with you.

Please.

This is Mummy's special medicine.

Are you poorly?

Just a little out of sorts, that's all, sweetheart.

But this... this belonged to your grandpa.

F-A-R.

Bar.

Frederick Anton Roesler. That was his name.

Where is he now?

In heaven.

Can we go and see him?

No, we can't, sweetheart.

Heaven is a special place where people go to be with God. Like Reverend

Wilson's church?

Yes, darling.

Like Reverend Wilson's church.

Oh, who's that now?

Nuisance.

Yes? Is Reverend Wilson at home?

And what's it concerning?

Oh, you'd better come in.

Reverend?

Reverend?

Mrs Simpson?

And her son?

Come in.

I've managed to get your master Simpson settled.

He's so confused, poor soul.

There are bruises all over him.

Bruises?

I don't know what's been going on.

The sins of the father.

Jack Simpson?

Are you sure?

He seems such an affable fellow.

That settles it.

I'll have to stay here, well, for the time being at least. At the vicarage?

Well, they have nowhere else to go.

But she's... She's what, Missy?

Well, German.

People have not forgotten, you know.

You do realise you'll have to notify the Archdeacon?

Whatever for?

Mother and child, staying under this roof.

People will talk.

Oh, Mr Jones, I thought you were my Bill.

Millie, what the hell are you doing?

I wanted to finish me off.

I'm so sorry.

You'll be getting me the sack.

I'm alright.

I'll live.

Nothing a good cup of tea won't sort out.

I didn't say so.

Are you talking about Mrs Simpson by any chance?

As it happens, yes.

Oi, mind your oily boots on my floor.

Sorry, Brenda.

What's for lunch? I'm starving.

Pork pie.

Don't you go scoffing at all like you did last time.

Would I dare?

Come on, Bill.

See you later, love.

Men.

Quiet. Anyway, you were saying Anna Simpson.

Dreadful woman.

God knows what Jack Simpson's thinking of marrying her. Morning, Miss Evans.

Remember?

be allowed in the country after what her lot did to us.

Now, I won't have tart like that in my shop, Millicent Price. What? You heard.

Well, if I can't speak my mind in here, we'll go elsewhere.

Off you pop, then. Give my love to the co-op.

Millicent, don't be so rude. Brenda didn't mean it, did you, Brenda?

Anyway, I heard he ran off with someone else.

Did you now?

Oh, come on, Brenda.

Your walling must have said something, surely.

As far as I know, he just hopped and left. And did his notice in, and that

was that.

Just goes to show.

You never know what goes on behind closed doors.

Behind enemy lines.

Do feel sorry for the little one, though.

Dragged from pillar to post.

I wonder where she's taken him.

A long way from here, I hope.

If you must know, they're with us.

At the Vicarage.

And you'll kindly refrain from idle gossip.

While they're under our care.

I'm sorry, Brenda.

You take this for me.

I need a breath of fresh air.

Tactful as ever. Well, you want rid of her as much as we do.

What I want or don't want is none of your business.

Now, are you going to buy Summit or not?

Much the same.

Right, I'd best go up and see how she is. Before you do, I think I may...

I think I may have accidentally let the cat out of the bag.

In the village.

All right, all right.

Back to your desks.

Fun is over.

Simpson. I should have guessed.

It wasn't me, sir. No, it never is, is it?

And I suppose that wasn't your fault either.

No, sir.

Headmaster's office. Now.

She's so devoted to him.

Oh, you're going soft.

She's doing what any mother would do.

I wouldn't know.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

There. Good as new.

Now up that wooden hill to Bedfordshire.

Huh? She means get to bed.

Do as she says. I'll be up to read you a story in a minute.

And no more fighting.

It wasn't my fault.

And no more answering back. Come on.

Everything all right?

He doesn't understand why they hate her so much.

Well, time's a great healer.

Tell that to Peter.

Do you want a sherry?

That'd be nice.

Have you seen the bottle?

Should be in the cupboard.

Did Mrs. Simpson come back downstairs after Peter went to bed?

Not that I know of.

I hate to say this, but it looks like she might have a liking for the demon

drink.

Oh, Evans.

That's all we need.

It was a drop of sherry.

It was a bit more than a drop, wouldn't you say?

Are you suggesting I've got some kind of problem?

With God's help, you can get through this.

What are you doing?

You can't do this!

Please! God!

I'm sure there's a law against this sort of thing.

Locking her away like that. I'm not locking her away.

What else do you call it?

It's like that pigeon with a broken wing all over again.

I was ten years old.

And you still haven't learned.

You'd taken any old waif and stray, think you're doing good by it, and end

up causing more damage than not.

That's not fair.

Well, it did die.

Why can't you do what any normal person would and... Call the doctor.

Because she's been through enough already.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

On your head, be it.

I don't know why she can't eat downstairs with the rest of us. You know

very well why.

Here we are. Now then, eat it all up like a good girl.

Pizza.

Peter, go back to bed. Do as she says.

No, don't go.

I had a life here. You turned up. No, no, no.

You'll always be alive. Leave me alone.

Mrs Simpson, what on earth are you doing in there?

Come on.

Well, if you won't come out.

Now then,

what's all this about, eh?

Those bruises.

Am I right in thinking that was your husband?

And Peter's as well?

Yes.

But why?

I don't know where to start.

I always find the beginning is the best place.

he was stationed there.

I was working in a bar.

And you succumbed to his charms?

Yes.

Bloody mess, isn't it?

All this, here.

Trust me.

I don't drink.

Come on.

It's an acquired taste.

Jack Simpson?

Anna Wozniak.

Pleased to meet you, Anna Wozniak.

Everyone will stop.

What's wrong?

I've never done this before.

Do you want me to stop?

When I told him I was expecting, he stood by me. Most men would have run

wild. I had no choice.

You understand?

You had to protect Peter.

Playing happy families, that's what Jack called it.

It was anything but.

You do realize this is not the answer, don't you?

You do know that.

Peter was almost five when Jack was discharged.

He left for England without us to pave the way, that's what he said.

He got a job, a new home, started a whole new life.

Otherwise, Peter and I were stuck in a hellhole.

Well, why not? Didn't he send for you?

He did eventually, but... Jack lost everything when we arrived because of

where Peter and I are from because of that war.

This is not and never has been your fault. You do understand that.

Oh.

He would have been about six years old when he did that.

This was his bedroom once upon a time.

He was a lovely little boy, very shy.

Kept himself to himself, a bit like your Peter.

His father was the local vicar.

Now there was a stern man, nothing like Charles.

He held very Victorian values.

Alfred, please!

Oh, it's got to be.

So little Charlie Wilson spent a great deal of time locked up in

here for the silliest of things.

It hardly seemed fair.

Where was his mother?

She died, giving birth to Charles.

And his father never let him forget it.

I did my best for them.

But Alfred, Charles's father, was a broken man.

And as we both know, broken men have a tendency to share their pain.

Why did you stay?

You'd do anything to protect Peter, yes?

There's your answer.

What a shame.

I seem to have mislaid the key to your room.

You would do that for me.

But you have to promise to stay away from this in return.

Then let's say no more about it.

And not a word of this to the Reverend.

I'll have to change the lock, won't I?

Is that necessary?

She's so much better, Charles. She really is.

We had a good long chat this morning, and I honestly think she's turned a

corner.

All right.

All right. You win.

Finally, he sees sense.

But if you do find that key... Don't worry, you'll be the first to know. Oh,

before I forget, Mrs Simpson will be joining us for supper tonight.

Will she now?

Yes.

Off you go, Pop.

Bedtime now.

Can you be good for Miss Ellis, Peter? I'll try.

You forgot someone.

Henzion. Poor thing.

He's been in the wars.

He used to belong to my brother.

I'll take him upstairs in a minute.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Oh.

I'm sorry that we...

I didn't know what else to do.

Do you want to know the reason why I drink?

It helps me to forget.

I'm seen as the enemy here.

But what people fail to realize is that there were casualties on both sides.

I lost my mother, my grandparents, and my brother.

All in one day.

He was only eight years old.

I named Peter after him.

I'm so sorry.

Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive

those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Away with you now. Go on.

Miss Evans.

My saviour.

There's only one saviour, Reverend.

As you well know.

Miss Pritchard.

Hello. Reverend.

How are you?

Well, considering.

Do come.

The doctor's given her a few months at most.

The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away.

Job, chapter 1, verse 21.

Yes. I do know my Bible, Reverend.

I'm sure you do.

Now, if there's anything I can do... Yes, there is something, actually.

We both came into this world together, Mary and I.

Twins.

When my time comes...

I should like to be late to rest with her.

Would that be possible?

Leave it with me.

Peter!

You're a cheeky monkey!

Is Anna up yet?

Anna now, is it?

I'm sorry?

Well, this time yesterday it was Mrs Simpson.

But as it happens, no.

I've not heard a peep.

You haven't checked.

I thought it best to let her sleep.

Anna?

Anna?

Missy? It's Anna.

Call the doctor.

Thank you, Miss Evans.

Doctor?

She has alcohol poisoning, Reverend.

If you haven't found her when you did, let's just say it could have ended very

badly.

Well, I have other patients to attend to, so I'll bid you good day, Reverend.

Miss Evans?

Well, I did warn you.

I'd best go up and see how she is.

No, you won't.

You've done enough damage for one day.

I beg your pardon?

She was in your care, Missy.

That, when I thus have drunk my inmost fill, Of perfect peace I may arise

renewed, In soul and body, intellect and will, Equal to cope with life,

whate'er its mood.

How dare you go through my personal effects!

How dare you lie to me?

You, of all people. I stand by what I did.

So none of this is your fault?

You honestly think that a locked door would have made any difference?

Oh Charles, you are so naive sometimes.

I want you to leave.

You heard me.

Thank you.

Miss Evans.

Mr. Willoughby. Lovely to see you.

Will you be staying long?

For the foreseeable.

I see.

Will that be all?

For now.

Yes, thank you.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God.

There you are.

Not quite home from home, but feel free to use it whenever you like. I'll leave

you with the key.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr Willoughby, would you be busy this morning?

It's changeover day.

I'd best be getting back.

Bless them that curse you. Love your enemies.

Be good for them that hate you. Come on, we're going, come on. Pray for them

which despitefully use you and persecute you.

This path was chosen for me by my father.

But now I question whether it is the right one.

I have turned my back on the only constant in my life.

And now I find that my parishioners have turned their backs on me.

What on earth do you mean by bringing her here?

Because I open my home to a mother and her son.

God has given me a family.

Something I never thought possible.

And for the first time in my life, I have a sense of belonging.

I would do anything in my power to protect them.

Anything.

Don't go too far.

This carries on. I have no congregation left.

Maybe I should know.

What? A vicarage?

No. This is all because of me.

No, it's not.

I'll tell you what this is. It's bigotry, pure and simple. And if people

don't like it, they can, well, they can find themselves another figure.

You don't mean that.

Don't I?

Have you cast on a fate?

Why?

Because of me?

Enjoy!

I said enjoy!

See? I told you it would be fine. I was hoping for a bigger turnout.

But it's a start.

Smile please, Reverend.

No. Please.

That's it. Big smile for the camera. One, two, three.

Perfect.

Well, Peter...

Inside the house.

Why?

Why do you think?

Is he being bullied again?

I think so.

Do you want me to have a word? Not today.

Let's keep things pleasant.

Fancy a game I like? Win yourself a box, Joey!

Not much of a turnout, is it?

Well, we've had better.

I wonder why that is.

Nasty, narrow-minded.

Let's keep things pleasant. Oh, I'm trying to. Believe me.

Do you think you can persuade Peter?

I'll try.

Can all the children in fancy dress costume make their way over here please?

Nice straight line.

I'm

sorry

I shouted, but this is a gun for grown-ups.

Now,

what have we got?

We've got a car. It's fantastic.

Daddy made that.

Well, if you change your mind, you'll know where we are.

Come here, little bit.

Proper little Nazi.

Talking of which.

Out you come, sweetheart.

What about you? Who made yours?

My daddy.

Your daddy as well?

I'm sorry.

Must have been hard for you.

The past has a funny way of catching up with you when you least expect it.

Certainly does.

I know this probably isn't the right time to say this, but... I want you and

Peter to come and live with me.

Permanently. What?

But we can't. Why not?

It wouldn't be fair.

There's a vacancy for a housekeeper.

Me?

Yes.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

I can't hear myself think.

Anna!

You scared me.

I'm sorry.

Don't you like it?

My taste in music is a little more... conservative.

Then maybe it is time that the Honourable Reverend Wilson brought his

horizons.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

May I have this dance?

I can't.

Let me be the judge of that.

I'm sorry.

I did warn you.

Not bad at all.

Really?

I must say, this does feel a little... unorthodox.

There are a lot dancing here like this with you.

Sorry.

Right, uh...

This paperwork won't take care of itself.

Well, I do need to pop down to Brandas. Right.

Would you mind keeping an eye on Peter for me?

No, no, of course not. Of course not.

He's in the garden.

Right.

Hello?

What are you barking at?

What are you barking at?

Peter? Peter!

Peter!

that came from their place.

I know the feeling.

Bleeding hell, it's like Piccadilly Circus out there.

Listen, willy-billy.

Oi! Do you mind?

Some of us are trying to make a living round here, and you can move that thing,

cut her an' up my shop front.

Sorry.

Sorry, love.

Go on.

Amy Parker said she couldn't get a wink of sleep and she was four doors down.

Hello, love.

Talk of the devil.

Eva Braun, right on cue.

I did on her feet, that one.

At least she's a paying customer, which is more than can be said for you two.

Nothing broken.

You're a very lucky boy.

Where's Mummy?

She's shopping, so you'll have to meet her with me for a while.

Is that alright?

Does that mean you're my daddy now?

No, but I do promise you I'll try and be the next best thing.

I'd like you to be my daddy.

Get some rest.

Come on.

Here.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Article on the fete. Page eight.

My treat.

Oh, thank you. And congratulations on the new position, by the way.

Word does get around quickly.

It certainly does.

The Reverend's a lovely man.

I'll just keep her in my eye.

She couldn't keep her own house, let alone anyone else's.

Aye. The Simpsons had a tough time with it as well, you know. Tough time?

Lording it up at the vicarage?

Marty Vicar. I might attempt you with something stronger. That's enough. You

should have seen her at the village fete, acting like she owned the place. I

was there, thank you. She's going to get a nasty shot when she reads that paper.

Sweetheart, are you alright?

Daddy's been looking after me.

Daddy's not here, love.

That's so sweet.

It used to be mine a long time ago.

I thought Peter might like it. I'm sure he will.

How is he this morning?

Still insisting on calling you daddy.

Well, give it a few days, he'll be right as rain.

Oh, isn't that the article about the fight?

Yes.

Well, then let me see it, please.

I'm sorry.

Right, if it's gossip they want, let's give them something to talk about.

A picnic.

You, me and Peter.

Penny?

I meant a penny for your thoughts.

It means, what are you thinking?

You and your expressions.

I was thinking, I've never seen Peter this happy.

Good. Must have been that bump to the head.

I suppose so.

What about you?

What about me? Are you happy?

After Jack left, I wasn't sure what to do.

And now look at me.

I'm happy.

Happier than I've ever been.

I'm glad.

But what is it you say? All good things must come to an end.

Why must they?

I want you to marry me.

What?

I want you to do me the honour of becoming my wife.

Jack Simpson.

Hello Brenda.

What on earth are you doing back here?

What any self-respecting husband would be doing.

I'm looking for my wife.

Page eight.

Tells you everything you need to know.

Guess who that was?

What am I, a fortune teller? Jack Simpson.

Which is what we already knew.

You and me both.

Why do you have to spoil things?

Why can't they just stay the way they are?

Spoil things?

Anna Simpson, I love you.

No you don't.

You, you love this.

You love the idea of a family.

No. Anyway, you can't marry me. You've got your position to consider.

Then I'll give it up.

I'm serious, Anna.

I have lost my standing in the community.

I've lost my congregation.

I really think God's trying to tell me something.

Just leave me alone, do you hear?

Peter! Anna, don't do this. Leave me alone.

Anna. But I was sleeping well. No.

Anna, wait.

But what about Daddy?

Reverend Wilson, it's not your daddy.

Sidma 352.

It's Mrs. Simpson. Is Miss Evans there? Yes.

Just a moment.

Miss Evans, there's a Mrs. Simpson on the telephone for you.

Hello.

Hello.

What's wrong?

Charles? I'm so sorry. I behaved appallingly.

Jack!

Dirty whore!

Is that what you think? Know what I think?

Shats up with a bicker!

That's a new low!

Even for you! Jack, you're hurting me! I haven't even started!

Call the police. Dead one, that's what. You hear?

Dead!

Please, please.

Jack Simpson's your husband, you say?

Yes.

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am. I failed to see that any crime had been committed to

you. An assault, of course.

If my wife took up with another man, vicar or not, I would be going around

knocking at his door.

No offence, Reverend.

Anna was not taken up with me.

Anna, first name terms I see.

Not you as well. As far as I can see, no further action required.

Oh, you may want to take steps to remove that swastika from your front door.

Don't want to be starting any more wars now, do we?

Afternoon.

I'm glad you called in. Why?

Had a visitor yesterday.

That wayward husband of yours.

Is that so?

I sent him packing.

Well, walking out on you the way he did is disgraceful.

That's very kind of you.

Couldn't help wondering if he had something to do with those awful

posters, though.

You haven't seen them?

I do hope Wilfred daves for your mum.

He'll be alright, yeah. He's a good boy. He can't be.

What?

Jack Simpson as I live and breathe.

Look.

Someone's giving you generous tonight.

No.

Just my lucky night, that's all.

So I see.

He's very handsome.

Jack, I'm having a baby.

Your baby.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Come on, Millie. Where are we going?

To Brenda's, of course.

Millie, come on. Do we have to?

You better watch your back, Jack.

Hey, Jack.

Is it true you married a kraut?

What's it to you?

Found your point, Bill.

Sure, I'll catch you up.

What was that about?

He lost his brother in the war.

I think it's time you left Fenco, Jack.

What are you staring at?

Stop the bus.

I said stop the bus!

Hello Vicarage, the Reverend Wilson speaking.

I can't go on like this child.

Let's get you home.

Thank God it isn't my home.

Come on.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

Why?

Because you're married.

It was wrong of me.

No, it wasn't.

Penny.

I was just thinking... I meant... a penny...

for this.

Now you'll see.

Do you still want to know what I was thinking?

I was thinking how much I love you, Charles Wilson.

Say that again.

I love you, Charles Wilson.

Yes,

yes. Sorry, Your Grace. Yes, it's Charles.

Yes.

I'm afraid it is.

Miss E?

Well, this is a surprise.

Hello, Charles.

What are you doing here?

Mrs Simpson, Anna, telephoned. And what did she say?

Enough for me to know that you need me here.

Are you planning a trip?

Oh, I've been summoned.

The Archdeacon.

Oh, I see.

Let's get a move on. You don't want to keep him waiting.

I've missed you.

Are you going to stay?

Do you want me to?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank Hannah Simpson.

You're not going to actually use that, are you?

Thought not.

Still the same meek Anna that I married.

Don't say that.

I'll say what I bloody well like.

You're still my wife.

Not for long.

Ah.

You mean you're a vicar.

Here to rescue you in your hour of need.

Thing is... I can't

see him anywhere.

Will my son come to that?

Peter isn't here.

Then you won't mind if I take a look then, will you?

Don't you dare!

Peter?

Daddy's here to take you home.

Get off!

You think I'm gonna let another man raise my son?

Peter?

Where are you, son?

Peter?

Come out and play. Daddy's here.

He isn't here.

I swear.

Where is he then?

Where is he?

Hello?

Hello?

There you are, Anna.

Nice of you to join us.

Jack Simpson!

What in heaven's name are you doing here?

Just exercising my marital rights.

He's lying.

Am I?

Why don't we go and take a seat and we can talk about it.

I said sit.

You see, like it or not, Anna Simpson,

you still belong to me.

She belongs to no one.

Was I talking to you?

Whisky. Your favourite.

Please don't! Shut up!

Down the hatch.

Let's just call it payback.

For all the misery I've had to endure.

You see this?

You see this?

That's the reward I get for marrying you.

You see that?

Two inches the other way and I'd have been a goner.

Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry.

Sorry? Sorry?

It's not her fault.

Then whose fault is it?

Because it's not bloody mine.

Yeah, yeah.

Mummy. There, there, love.

It'll be alright.

I promise.

Come with me now.

Now, off to bed.

I must say no more about it.

Promise me?

Peter, I need you to promise me. I promise.

There's a good boy.

Off you go.

What have I done?

Oh my... Oh dear.

You've done nothing.

Nothing at all.

They'll take him away from me.

Not if they don't know anything.

We have to protect Peter.

You understand what I'm saying?

I know.

Take it out.

Hmm.

Hello.

Hello. Come along.

We've still got lots to do. Come on.

We must never tell anyone about this, Anna.

Ever.

A vow of absolute silence.

Anna!

You understand?

And may God forgive us.

And may God forgive us.

I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever believeth in me shall never die.

As we commit the body of Mary Pritchard into the ground, so we remember.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes.

Dust. to dust ensure in certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through

our lord jesus christ amen

Oh,

God.

You sure you're not coming in?

I don't want to.

She just suddenly stopped talking.

It's all very odd.

How long have you known her?

All of my life. She brought me up.

You will look after her properly, won't you?

Of course.

It's just that you hear so many awful stories.

Rest assured, she's in good hands.

Good.

Hello, Missy.

It's me, Charles.

years fighting the good fight.

The Reverend and his housekeeper.

Only you were so much more than that.

You were my best friend.

You were the mother I never had.

So I need to tell you something important.

Anna and I, remember Anna?

We were going away.

We were going somewhere new.

I'm going to start again away from the prying eyes and the vicious tongue.

I promise I will visit as often as I can and I

will write every single week.

I nearly forgot you.

You'd have had something to say about that, wouldn't you?

So now you know.

Yes.

I tried to tell you.

So many times I tried.

Can you ever forgive me?

Giles? Oh, my love.

There's nothing to forgive.

Hey, me.

Goodness, I was... Everything all right?

Hello, son.

Where's Jack?

He's in the conservatory.

Your mother has something to tell you.

He's just popping upstairs for a nap.

Tell him.

What's going on?

You'd better sit down, Peter.

Do you remember much about when you were little?

Around Jack's age?

Little bits.

I remember my primary school and the church, of course.

Is this about that thing on TV?

There was a man that used to live with us before we moved to the vicarage.

Do you remember him?

Why are you saying this?

Charles is not your biological father.

Your real father... It was a man named Jack Simpson who died when you were just

a boy.

Oh, Jack, Jack, the grown-ups are talking.

Sorry, Grandma.

Jack.

I didn't say anything at the time, but when you chose the same name for your

Jack, I felt sure that part of you remembered somehow.

Why are you saying this?

Why now?

Because you need to know the truth before the newspapers get hold of it.

The newspapers.

Don't answer it.

I have to.

Mrs. Simpson?

Yes? No, her name's Mrs. Wilson. No, Peter, please.

Well, I'd like to talk to you about something that's just come to mind.

It's about the disappearance of your husband, Mr. Chuck Simpson.

To whom it may concern, I, Charles Wilson, former reverend of the parish

of St. Chad's, Fencote, do confess to the murder of one Jack Simpson of said

parish on the 21st of August, 1950.

In no way were Anna Simpson or her son Peter aware of or involved in

the act.

or subsequent cover-up of my actions.

I take full responsibility for the said crime.

May God forgive me.

Charles Wilson