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Come on, James. Sing us a song.
Come on!

♪ I wish I had you

♪ In Carrickfergus

♪ Only for nights in Ballygrand

♪ I would swim over

♪ The deepest ocean

♪ The deepest ocean
to be by your side

♪ But the sea is wide

♪ And I can't swim over

♪ And neither have I wings to fly

♪ I wish I could find me

♪ A handy boatman... ♪

SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE

Are you all right, Mum?

Oh, I'm OK. I just needed some air.

♪ ..So I'll spend my days

♪ In endless roving

♪ Soft is the grass

♪ And my bed is free... ♪

(Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee

(Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

(Holy Mary, mother of God
Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death, Amen.

(Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee

(Blessed art thou amongst women
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

(Holy Mary, mother of God
Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death, Amen.

(Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee...)

APPLAUSE DROWNS SPEECH

CHURCH BELLS RING

LOUD DRILLING

Sorry, Moira.
They'll make an awful lot of dust.
They have their job to do.

It might be worth leaving it
till they've finished.

Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

That's concrete.

Well, WE'RE in the right place.

Get us some light will ya, mate?

Fetch the priest.

What do we call a Catholic priest?
Father?

No, that's for his flock.
I take it you're not a churchgoer?

Hatchings, matchings, despatchings -
that's me. What's that?
Births, weddings and deaths.

Mr Boyd? Hi. Kevin Ryan, St Joseph's
parish priest. This is Colm Hare.
His men discovered the remains.

Health and safety, boys. Thank you.

Do you want one?
I have my own protection.

Is this the only access? Yes.

Who found it? Me. You were digging
a trench? Yep. For what purpose?

The foundations needed underpinning.
It's not dangerous. Yet.

What's this white stuff?
Compacted chalk. It's the
foundations of an earlier church.

St Joseph's was built in 1850. We're
on the site of the earlier church.
Could the bones come from it?

Not in concrete. It's modern.
What's this place used for? Coffee
mornings, mother and child groups.

What was it originally?
In the original church, an ossuary -

for the bones of dead parishioners.
After the 19th-century rebuilding,
it was just a crypt.

Central heating was installed and
the place done up in 1980... 1982.
My dad did the work.

- Can we talk to him?
- No. He died 16 years ago.

What was his name?
Gabriel Hare.

I don't suppose he mentioned finding
bones or bodies here? No.

Who was the parish priest then?

Father Sebastian Stuart.
Where is he now? Retired.

Retired. Well, we're gonna be here
for a while so, if we need anything,
we'll give you a call. OK?

Thank you.

Well, this concrete is old,
but not that old. I'd say
about 20 years is probably right.

Maybe somebody just found a load
of old bones and poured concrete all
over them rather than deal with it.

No, because there's liquefaction
and that sickly-sweet smell.

That body was flesh and blood
when it was put in.

The flesh has turned
into a sort of syrup. One sniff and
you'll never eat another mince pie.

Is it a male mince pie
or a female mince pie?

Couldn't say until I get it out. How
long? Depends. One, maybe two days.

What's up?
We found a body in the crypt,
in the middle of the trench.

My God. Are you all right?

Yes. Fine.

I'll need a statement from you
about what you found. OK.

If there's anything you can remember
from the time your father worked
here... No, I was only a kid.

Yeah, I know. There was the guy
who came round and questioned my dad
after he'd done up the crypt.

Was he from the police?

No, he was just a guy.
He lived up Rule Street.

I remember he said to my dad that his
wife had disappeared into the church.

Did she ever come out again?

No. But later my dad said
that the guy was mad.
Not figuratively mad, but literally.

Elaine Morrison. Born 1961.
Married. No children. No debts.

She left for work on April 10th 1982
and never came back.

Her husband reported her missing
24 hours later. She was never found.

What was her job?
It says there - typist in a bank.

What connects her to the church?
She sang in the choir and she went
on a trip to France with them.

Singing? Yeah, but the point is
she came back, resumed her life,
then disappeared two weeks later.

She didn't kiss a frog
and fall in love? Well, it says here
"thorough enquiries were made."

God knows how they got
a bobby and a gendarme
on the same wavelength 20 years ago.

Anyway, she wasn't in France.

Right. Rule Street. 34, 32, 30.

26, 2 at 26.

26.

24.

Well, he's not here, is he?

Is there any point
knocking on doors nearby?

Are you feeling athletic, then?
Very. OK, shoe leather time. Cool.

Yeah?
DS Spencer Jordan.

I'm looking for the man that used
to live next door, a Mr Morrison.
I don't know anyone with that name.

I'm making enquiries about
this woman who lived opposite you.

Do you recognise her? No.

There's a version of Corinthians
in this missal. See if you approve.
Right, thanks.

BANGING AND DRILLING

Sorry, there are no services today.
I'm just looking round. Dr
Grace Foley, Home Office scientist.

Kevin Ryan. You genuflected. Did I?

Reflex. I used to be a Catholic.

Oh, I know - no such thing as "used
to be". Sometimes cliches are true.

Your colleague's in the crypt.
Yeah, I can hear.

Is it worthwhile her doing that when
you've got the builders in? Habit.

And we're having a service for her
and her husband at the weekend - if
she doesn't polish away the church.

Why did you move the host?
Among other things, safekeeping.

Because you believe
it's the body of Christ. We do.
What sort of doctor are you?

Psychology.
So there's no "used to be". Bye-bye.

Oh, I don't believe it!
What's the matter?

I'm going to take up smoking.
Why?

So I can go outside and shout and
swear and take a drag of a fag.
Good idea, Frankie.

Right.

This way.

Have you got a number?

KNOCK ON DOOR
Hello? Who are you?

Detective Superintendent Boyd.
DC Silver.

You are Sebastian Stuart?
That's me. May we, er...?

Well, I can't stand.

No, of course.

We wanted to talk to you about...
Yes, I know what you're here about.

We have phones, you know.

Do you remember the renovation
on St Joseph's crypt in 1982?

I'm not gaga. What's your first name?

Um, Peter.

- And you?
- Mel. Amelia.

Are you Catholics?

Show some charity
and open that cupboard there.

Yes, yes, that one there.

OK.

Why are the police here, Mum? Col's
men found a body in the crypt.

It's a crypt.

Col says the body's buried
in modern concrete.

Mum? Are you OK? Of course.

It's the shock, that's all.

Will your service of renewal
still go ahead? Of course.

They'll be finished here soon.

Come on. We'll be late.

What's your question?

Er, when the work
was done to the crypt in 1982,

who had access to the building?
Anybody. Everybody.
It's a church, not a bank.

But Gabriel Hare was the builder in
charge? If you know, why do you ask?

Did he mention coming across
anything unusual at any time,

making any sort of discoveries? Of?

Of...of anything, really.

You mean bones or bodies, Inspector?

Ideally, yeah.

- No, he found nothing.
- Are you sure?

I think I'd remember bodies,
don't you?

Turn me over, Amelia. If I stay
in one place, my lungs fill up.

Lift me over to my other side
so that...I don't drown.

I went round the crypt
with Gabriel Hare.

Er, it was just bare earth
and empty tombs.

Does the body run along
under this arch?
Yeah, possibly.

Why didn't they just dig the grave
further out?

I don't think they dug a grave.

I think they just put the body
in a pre-existing void.

What's the void?

Well, a medieval tomb, I think.

Look. I've been getting
some bits of rubble out.

You see, I think the people that
built this church in the 19th century
just filled the void with hard core

and then later,
probably in the 1980s,

somebody cleared the rubble out,
revealed the void, put the body in
and then poured the concrete on top.

Tell me, what kind of, er, a person
was Gabriel Hare?

Well, he wouldn't kill somebody
and leave them in the crypt,
if that's what you're asking.

No, he was a...he was a hard worker,
a loyal family man.

Oh, good heavens!
The poor man's dead!

Analysis of his character
is out of our hands.

How did he die?

Oh, an industrial accident.
He fell from some scaffolding.

This is basically brick dust.
Yeah.

The rubble was cleared out
of the void very carefully.

If you were just hiding a body,
you'd clear enough rubble out
to put the body in, plus four inches,

- and then pour the concrete on top.
- But there's a but.

Well, it's a bit odd.

Do you remember Elaine Morrison?

- You think it's her! Well, it's not.
- You seem certain.

Elaine left her husband
because he was round the bend.

She'd been gone for months before
we started that building work. So,
whoever you've found, it's not her.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, Moira. Have you met
the police officers? No.

Er, this one's Peter.

How do you do?
And this is Amelia. Hi.

They're not Catholics,
but they're not quite heathen either.

Pass me my whisky, Moira. Would you
just give us a minute, Mrs Bowen?

Moira has an important appointment
with me. We're going to discuss...

..we're going to discuss
the renewal...of her wedding vows.

40 years. Imagine that, in this age.

Yes, a man and a woman made a vow

and keep their word for 40 years.

We haven't quite finished.

I'm tired.
And I've yet to speak to Moira.

This is a possible murder enquiry,
sir. According to you,

the body has been there for 20 years.
What difference
will one more day make, Inspector?

How are you?

I've ordered lilies for the church.
We had lilies the last time.

Lilies? I don't remember.

How's James? We both wish
you would say a nuptial mass for us,
like you did at our wedding.

Oh, I was a young man then.
Fit. Able.

You were strong.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean... No. No.
Moira. Moira...

look at me.

How could I say your nuptial mass?

I know.

You could hear my confession.

No, Father Ryan's your priest.
You don't have to be able to move
to hear confession.

No, Moira, no.
Sebastian, for pity's sake! No.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is two weeks
since my last confession...

Moira, no! No!

How much does that weigh, then?
About 500 kilos.

MUSIC: "Carrickfergus"

DOOR CLOSES

Your clothes are filthy!

It's work dirt. Work dirt is honest.

You don't need to get your hands
dirty now. You've got workers.

And Bridget. Do you want some tea?

No. I want some quiet.

Father Stuart is definitely
going to come. We chose a reading -

Corinthians.

Good.
It's what we had when he married us.

Oh, and I've ordered some lilies.
..James!

You're not ready.
You need to change if you're going
to the vigil. Your clothes.

I dreamt of meeting Nick
in that church.
I used to dream he stood there,

reaching towards me. It's Nick,
isn't it? Ah, don't be silly.

Why do you keep saying that?
Well, he's somewhere.

Everybody's somewhere.

Nick's probably got a girl
and a life and a family somewhere.

He'd be 40 now. James!
Go up and get changed!
You're making the sofa dirty.

The priest gave me these -
plans from the construction
of St Joseph's in 1850.

They clearly show
the in-filled tombs. ..These are from
the council planning department -

conversions of the crypt in 1982.
The dotted lines are where
the tombs are believed to be.

Neither mentions occupied tombs.
When in 1982? There. June.

Three months AFTER Elaine Morrison
left home. So it's not her.

So we need a list of everyone
reported missing during June 1982.

The body could have been kept
somewhere for three months. Possible.

Yeah, but weeks rather than months.

Otherwise the relationship between
keeper and corpse would change. Hi.

Hi, Frankie. How are you doing
opening up the slab?
This afternoon, with any luck.

How did you get on
with the old parish priest?
Difficult.

I think he wanted us to know
who was the boss. Very priestly.

He was defensive about Gabriel Hare.

Well, was he? Why mention him
at all, then? So what was he doing?

It's a pity
we can't speak to, um, Gabriel.

Well, he's dead. All the people
you want to talk to are dead.

20 years ago, you were at school,
I was a sergeant, Grace was...
A post-grad student.

..and all the people
I'd like to interview were alive!

"Events now far in the past were
once far in the future." I never
even learned anything worth quoting.

The electrical contractor,
James Bowen, who did
the crypt 20 years ago,

IS still alive. Fantastic.
If he's alive, let's talk to him.

- The void was cleaned out.
- Before the body was put in.

So? It wasn't just dumped in and
concrete poured on top. It was done
by someone skilled in concrete work.

Like our dead builder man, Gabriel?

Yep, but it is a skill
a lot of people have.

Yeah, but careful preparation
of the burial place signifies
a relationship with the dead person.

What sort of relationship?

Marriage. Blood. Ritual.

Some sort of liquid?

Water.
Just water?

Not if you're a believer.

You're gonna be late.

Ah, Mr Bowen.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.

I know who you are. You do? Good.
I wonder if I can have a chat
with you? I'm going out.

Come to my yard tomorrow. I will.
You did some work in St Joseph's...
No, I never worked there.

I thought you did the electricity.
I contracted it.

I employed an electrician to do the
actual work. Oh, right. Who was that,
then? No idea. 20 years ago.

Oh, you don't have any records?
Not that old.

You belong to the church, don't you?
Yep. So you went into
the crypt before it was converted?

Well, I must have done,
if only to quote for the job.

But I've no memory of doing so. It's
just too long ago. Of course it is.

What can you tell me
about the builder - Mr Gabriel Hare?

He was a good man. Everybody says
that. He must have talked to you
about the job? I don't remember it.

He didn't ever mention about
excavating graves down there...? No.

OK.

I've got to go. Nothing else you can
tell me about Gabriel Hare? No.

Why don't you talk to Colm?
A son knows his father best.
Yes, of course he does. I will.

Thanks.

Was it a man or a woman -
the body you found? Why do you ask?

We're holding a vigil
to pray for the soul of the deceased.

Do souls have a gender, then?

No. People do.

It's two different Latin prayers.
One for a dead man, one for a woman.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.

Yeah? 'It's me.'

I think you'd better see this.

Judging by the size
of the femoral head,

I'd say it was a young male.
His teeth look like he was about 20.

Goodbye, Elaine Morrison, then.
Well, she's somewhere.

What did he die from?
Well, it's impossible to say now.

We don't really have any flesh,
and I've seen no marks on
the skeleton that a knife might make.

Anything on the clothes to indicate
violence or a struggle?

Um, not really a struggle. But?

What's left of the cuffs does show
positive for blood. His blood?

I don't know. I'll have to DNA test
the liquefaction material.

- He cut his wrists?
- Not enough blood.

It would be all over his clothes,
his abdomen, his thighs. Is that it?

The forensic pathologist may come up
with more during the post mortem.
Nothing you can give me now?

He had black hair and size ten boots.

No diary? Driving licence?

These are the remnants from
his clothing? Yeah. Very English.

Denim trousers, plaid shirt,
underwear from Marks and Spencers
and Doc Martens.

What's all this stuff?
I can have the pieces of wood
tested for source and age,

but I don't think it'll help
cos they're mass produced.

Look at this.

It's ritual.

MUSIC: "Pie Jesu"

(Nick?

(Nick!

(Nick! Nick!)

Excuse me,
I'm looking for the priest.

Knock at the presbytery.

Are you OK?

I'm fine. I was checking the locks.
You frightened me.

Hello, Father. Anything you learn
here, I'd appreciate it if you
didn't pass it on. I'm used to that.

Hello, Father, over here. This is it.

What did you think?

Two small flasks. One containing
water, the other one containing,

we assume, wine. The rosary.

Bowl. Some pieces of wood
and these other beads here.

Maybe some sort of religious cult.

I don't think the beads
are connected, but the wood is.

These items signify a knowledge
of our church's history.

Nowadays, our church
is called plain St Joseph's.

There was a religious building
on the site in the 13th century,
also called St Joseph's,

but named
for St Joseph of Arimathea.
Who gave up his tomb for Christ.

The legend says he came
to England as a blind beggar,
bearing a piece of the true cross.

So the two pieces of wood in the
sign of the cross would represent it.

And the bowl represents a begging
bowl. So is it a cult? A cult? No.

Just objects placed there by someone
who knows the church's history. Why?

So the original patron saint would
intercede on behalf of the dead man.

Intercede in the case of?
A mortal sin. So he'd go to heaven.

What mortal sin?
I don't know. We can't ask him.

I-I do know that.

Er, anything else?

Is there a host?

A disc of bread?

Well, I haven't found one.

But I wouldn't expect one to survive
20 years immured with a rotting body.

If there's wine and water,
I'd expect there to be a consecrated
host. So? I should deal with them.

No. They're... Whatever they are,
to me, they're evidence.

May I have a few moments
with the remains?

Yeah. Follow me.

Inclina, Domine,
aurem tuam ad preces nostras,

quibus misericordiam
tuam supplices deprecamur,

ut animam famuli tui, quam
de hoc saeculo migrare iussisti,

in pacis ac lucis regione constituas
et Sanctorum tuorum
iubeas esse consortem...

I'll take him back, OK?

Father if you give me a few minutes,
I'll drive you home.

Thanks, Father, for coming.

He really believes the wine is the
blood of Christ. Not figuratively,
but really. That's why he wants them.

It's selective. It's whatever
they want. Look, I'm just trying
to tell you what his beliefs are.

I appreciate that.
..Now, what about the rest of this?
The beads are?

Cheap hippie stuff.
Sold by the lorry load in the '60s.

Is that it? Have we got
everything covered? Well, um... No.

The priest
has just explained something to me.

OK, what do you see?
A piece of concrete? Look closely.

A piece of concrete
with holes in it. Exactly.

I thought maybe they were imprints
off something
the body had been wrapped in.

St Joseph of Arimathea was a blind
beggar. These marks might be Braille.

How did they get there?
Maybe from Braille pages.

Are you saying he's blind? No, the
objects in the grave were symbolic.

He may or may not have been blind.

Can you tell from a skeleton
whether he is blind?

I'll check and get
this Braille read. Tomorrow.

Thanks for the lift. Father,
I need a list of any blind people
that you might have in the parish.

Old people? No, not necessarily,
I just mean formally blind.

I don't think we have any. Maybe
in the past? Ask Father Stuart. Oh.

I will, if you want.
Thanks. He's not an easy man.

He's very ill.

What's he got against Gabriel Hare?

He believes
Gabriel committed suicide.

He told me that he fell off
the scaffolding...

But if he jumped,
that's a mortal sin, isn't it?

Who knows what's in a man's mind
immediately before he dies?

Compassion when possible, isn't that
the church's view? Yes. Generally,
it's the line priests take.

But not Father Stuart.

I believe
he refused to bury Gabriel.

Imagine how his family felt
about that.

Yeah. Good night.

MUSIC: "Panus Angelicus"

HE SNIFFS

Sorry. Just checking who was in here.

I'm just having a look round
and a bit of a think, that's all.

Has the vigil ended?

Other people are here.

Was it a man or a woman?

We've been through this before. Why?
A-As I said,

different prayers for men and women.

Is that the only reason
you're asking? Yes.

I don't believe you, Mr Bowen.

Thank you.

I have two children -
Bridget, who runs the business
with me, and Nick, who should.

Nick is the elder. We didn't get on.
We argued all the time.

As soon as he left school,
he left home.

The last I heard, he was wandering
around the country with travellers,

living in plastic benders,
cadging off the dole.

Imagine. My son.

When did he leave?
He left school in 1978.

Have you seen him since?
Once or twice. When was
the most recent? He was 21. In 1982.

And you think that the body
in the crypt might be him? Yes.

Why? I dream it.

I know it's irrational. But I have
this dream over and over where
I go into the church and meet Nick.

You don't believe
I could dream it and him be there.

No, no, on the contrary, I do.

You don't know
what it's like to lose a child.

Are you OK?
Went down the wrong way. Sorry.

In your dream,
is Nick alive or dead?

I can't say. Alive, I suppose.
He's walking and talking.

Have you talked
to your wife about this? No. Doctor?
No, nor the priest, before you ask.

You should talk... No, what does
he know? He's hardly out of seminary.

Did Nick used to go to church?
Never since he was a little kid.
He didn't believe.

And he never worked for you?
No, no. Or Gabriel Hare?
He didn't know Gabriel.

See...he would have contacted me
if he was alive.

Not necessarily.

He may be all right. People
don't always contact their families.

I've had unfinished conversations
going round in my head for 20 years.

Why don't you come to our HQ? We can
give you a swab DNA test and find
out whether he is your son...or not.

Would that help?
Yes. Thank you.

Can I help you? Yes, Cold Cases.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.

The door is about another ten feet.
There's some steps here. Thank you.

Are you a policeman?
No.

Is he nice? For a policeman.

I-I'll push the buzzer.

'Can I help you?' Trevor Wright here.
I'm here to read your Braille.

'I'll come down and meet you.'

Hello? Hello?

These are latex impressions
and we think they may be of Braille.

Identify yourself to the tape
recorder then say what you read. If
it doesn't make sense, just say so.

OK. My name is Trevor Wright.
I'm registered blind

and I'm a Braille expert.
I have no sight at all.

I'm reading some material
given to me by...

DS Spencer Jordan.
Also present Dr Foley and Dr Wharton.

OK, they're in the wrong order.

Er, this one first, then this one.

But you can read them? Yes, I can
read them. Have you swapped them?

What does it say?
I know this off by heart.

"When I was a child,
I spoke as a child,

"I understood as a child.
But when I became a man,

"I put away childish things.

"For now we see the past through a
glass darkly, but then face to face.

"Now I know in part, but then
I shall know even as I am known."

OK. OK. Who is it? James.

James who?

Nick's dad.

You'd better come in, then.

So, James, long time.

You look well. So do you.

Look? OK, you sound very fit.

You can tell from the sound?
Well, I am. Never been better.

And your wife? Oh, she's fine.

Sit down. Least I can do is offer
you a cup of tea. No, I'll do it.

No, no, I will. I always put
everything back in the right place.

So how did you find me?
Phone book. Easy, really.

How long is it, Linsey?

20 years?

More.

Look, I don't suppose you came
to small talk after all this time.

So, how's Nick?

I came to ask you that. The last time
we met you said you'd broken up

and you didn't know where he was.
Still the same.

The last time I saw your son
was February the 19th 1982.

That's very precise, Linsey.

It was a Friday. He walked out
on me. It rained in the evening.
Don't you remember your break-ups?

Our generation is different.
We don't break up.

Are you sure
you don't know where he is?

Quite sure.

Let me get this straight.

You haven't seen him
since 1982 either? That's right.

Nor heard from him? No.

I always thought you'd have kept
in touch with him. Yeah, so did I.

I mean, we had our differences,
but...

your family is your family, after
all. We can't choose each other.

Who put these photos here?
My dad. He lives with me.

Nick never mentioned your family.
He was in prison when I knew Nick.

When he came out,
he came to live with me.

Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.
I don't mind. Pry away.

Who...Who is this?

My son. Vincent.

How old is Vincent? He's 19. How old?

It's Nick's son. Your grandson.

OK, the corpse, blind or not?

I don't know yet. But some conditions
have a genetic component

and I've sent a sample off
for DNA analysis.

That's very good. And the Braille?

St Paul to the Corinthians. "When
I was a child, I spoke as a child...

"..Now I see through a glass darkly."

More blindness. Is someone
having us on? No. The body
was never meant to be found.

OK, what else? I went to the
local nick and spoke to a DS Wain.

He worked on the fatal accident
report on Gabriel Hare, the builder
who did the crypt conversion.

DS Wain says it wasn't an accident.
Gabriel killed himself.

The coroner called it misadventure
to be nice. What had Gabriel done
that made him kill himself?

It's a mystery to DS Wain.

Well, maybe he...helped
cover up a murder?

- We've no evidence it was murder.
- He didn't bury himself.

What about missing persons?
Mel, work your way through them.

Anyone connected with the church,
Gabriel Hare or construction.
Yes, sir.

That'll take us weeks.
It'll take HER weeks, Spence.

You can find out how many blind men
there were age... What? Er, 15-25.

..15-25 living round here in 1982.

I want you to account
for each and every one of them.
They'd be 35 to 45 now. OK?

OK. Thank you.

Look at this!

Great.

Don't you like it?

No, it's fine.

Oh, Dad. Try to be a bit romantic!

Who's that?
I found it.

One of the men must have dropped it.

- Give us a minute, Biddy.
- We've got to go. We'll be late.

All right.

Take a look.

Do you know who that is? No.

Your grandson. Nick's son.

Yes.

Nick had a son
with that girl Linsey.

Vincent, he's called.

Is he well? Nick?

Him. Vincent.

Why shouldn't he be, Moira?

I'm gonna get back.
I'll go with Grace. OK.

You'll keep a plan of any trenches
you dig, then?

Yep, I'll keep a count
of all the bodies I find, too.

Father Stuart's staying
at the presbytery for a few days.

What's he staying for?
Liturgy. Moira wants the service
to be exactly like her wedding.

Not too obsessive, then? After
40 years of marriage and a lifetime
of service to the church,

I think she can be forgiven
a little obsession.

Ah. It's the wretched peeler.

Come to haunt us all with his tales
of corruption and maggots and decay.

So let's go inside. See what
a muck-up you've made of my church.

What do you think?
He likes to be in charge.

Was that call for me?
No, it was a wrong number.

W-W-What is it, Kevin? Who
do you think was in the concrete?

Well, I don't know. No idea? Well,
he wasn't on the phone just now.

So that's one down
and 52 million to go.

Now, would you hold
that street door open?

Where are you going? For a walk.
Yes, it's still a walk, even in this.

I'll come with you.
No! That's the whole point of all
these batteries and switches,

so I don't have to have a nanny!

It's dark.
I'm not scared of the dark, Kevin!

'Telephone number 0...'

'To return the call, press 3.'

Linsey?

Lin? Dad.

What's going on?

Are you all right?

What's up? Is it Vincent?
Oh, no. Nick's dad was here.

What did he want? Trying
to find Nick. After 20 years?

He just wanted to find his son.

He's got a nerve. Did you tell him?

Yes.

And? He just wanted his son.

Well, we don't have his son. And
he's not going to talk to Vincent!

Oi! You!

Yes? You're James Bowen. So? So!

You keep away from my daughter!

As far as you're concerned, she
doesn't exist! That goes for your
grandson as well! Is that clear?!

Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Are you awake?

Sebastian.

He's not coming. He will.
Something's gone wrong.

Probably got a flat battery.
He should have a mobile.

And you can stay up behind me,
all right? Here's the happy couple.

Ready now?
Father Stuart isn't here yet.

I'm sure he will be soon. So,
family and friends are in the pews.

The music begins
and you walk down the aisle.

♪ Da-da de-da-da da-da... ♪

I'll invite you to stand facing each
other, at arms length to begin with,
while I say a prayer.

I'll turn and talk about why we're
here to the congregation, and you
just hold hands facing each other.

Give him your ring. He'll need that.

And then we go through the service,
just like you did the first time.

You slip the ring
on Moira's finger.

James! Do it.
Put the ring on Moira's finger.

Father! For God's sake, Father!