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I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

My go, watch this.

Yes!

Mind? - Sorry, sorry.

Dad?

Ern?

If frogs are made of frog spawn,

are we made of human spawn?

Well, in a manner of speaking, yes.

You're such a baby. - Shut up!

Hey, Ernie, you don't tell people to shut up, okay.

It's not very kind.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

This bloody phone won't stop ringing.

Where's Geordie? - In the living room.

Tell her what?

Hello. Good morning. Vicarage, how may I direct your call?

May does it.

If May jumped off a cliff, would you go after her?

Oh! - Mum!

No, no!

Tell her, Will. - Uh, no.

All my friends smoke.

You smoke. - I've given up.

Liar. - Such a liar.

Geordie, do you, uh... Do you have a moment?

Geordie?

May says there's nothing wrong with smoking.

Apparently not.

You are not smoking and that's...

Who is it? - Larry.

This better be good, Larry. We're having roast beef.

We uh, might need to have the chat with Ernie

about the birds and the bees.

Not the only chat we need to have, is it?

Just trying to find a quiet moment.

Will Davenport, potatoes!

I'm doing potatoes.

No, you're talking.

Which does not a potato peel.

Right! Who's coming to church?

Pass. - On my way.

Is it that time already?

Oh, such devotion, Mrs Davenport.

I'd rather peel potatoes.

Count me out of the roast.

Body in a hotel. On a Sunday!

Is nothing sacred?

Geordie...

William?

You are gonna miss a great sermon.

Merits of conversing with God.

Need any help with that body?

Children! In a line.

If you don't fire her, I will.

She's not that bad.

Esme, shoulders back. We are not neanderthals.

Just tell him. It's literally two words.

"We're leaving."

That's three if we're being... - A massive pedant?

I feel sick every time I think about it.

He's a grown-up. He'll cope.

I just want to find the right moment.

What, candlelight? The scent of roses on the air?

How about before the removal van turns up?

Oh, God.

You have booked it? - No, I will, I will.

You're having second thoughts? - No.

Sometimes.

Now?

A little bit.

Okay, one... - You got a list?

Big fish, small pond. You don't wanna get bored.

True.

Two, if we're gonna do it, we should do it now

before the kids get settled.

How many points do you have? - Seven.

Eight, if you include that the new place has an extra bedroom.

And why would we need an extra bedroom?

Two boys. Nice to round it off with a girl.

You just don't like being outnumbered.

What, here?

Why not? God on our side.

Wow. He works fast nowadays.

Good morning.

There's nothing good about it. It's Mr Daniels, the manager.

Although I call him "Mr Damnuels,"

d'you wanna know why?

I could hazard a guess.

Because he's always swearing.

It's "damn you" this, "damn you" that. It's every other word.

He's definitely dead.

I know cos I poked him.

Stiffer than he was in life, which is saying something.

Thank you.

Sissy. It's short for Cecilia.

Isn't he a funny colour?

Thank you, Sissy.

I was doing the dusting when I found him.

You might want to write that down.

Riverview Hotel. Cecilia speaking.

How may I help you?

Could've taken a tumble. Shoelace is undone.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pud and an uninterrupted snooze. Hmm.

One Sunday off.

Is it too much to ask?

Talking of which.

Talking of what?

Asking. - Tenuous but go ahead.

In accordance with police protocol,

I am required to ask my manager about getting married.

Sorry, Larry, I'm taken.

No, I mean, I need your permission.

It's well, uh... Miss Scott.

Our Miss Scott? - I think she's warming to me.

You gotta hope so.

What does she think about getting married?

I haven't asked her yet.

I'd say it's protocol to give the bride-to-be an inkling.

Get these dusted.

Inspector? Telephone call from a Reverend Davenport.

Says it's a small matter of some urgency.

Well...

...it's a baby.

That answers all my questions.

Can't be more than a few hours old.

Leaving her in church on a Sunday.

They wanted her to be found.

What's this?

"I'm sorry, I couldn't love you as you deserve to be loved."

So sad.

Poor thing.

Poor thing? She just abandoned a newborn.

Geordie! - What?

You were my favourite uncle.

All right, I'm just saying.

At least it got me out of Sunday service.

RVH?

Well, would you believe it?

Riverview bloody Hotel.

Might just be a coincidence.

Ever heard of the Riverview before?

No.

Now twice in one day.

Last name to check in, and the only woman, Mrs Smith.

Room five. 9:30 p.m. yesterday.

What's the betting that's our girl?

I doubt her name is Smith.

And I very much doubt she's a Mrs.

Larry, speak to the operator, see if any calls

were made from this. - Boss.

Our Mrs Smith comes here in labour.

The manager discovers her secret, sees the baby.

She fears he'll tell someone.

So she does him in.

I'm leaving.

Hmm?

I took the job. In Newcastle.

I uh, changed my mind and I took it.

I... I was trying to find the right moment.

But, well, there never seemed to be one, so...

Here we are, very much not in the right moment.

Right.

Just "right"?

What else do you want me to say?

One telephone call made at 9:56 last night.

She called the halfway house.

It's Leonard's number.

Honestly, I could've thumped Reggie's lights out.

Well, he's got previous for assault,

so I'm not sure you'd come out so well.

Silly sod. An ice-cream van, I mean...

Maybe he just really wanted a choc ice.

Don't. We shouldn't laugh.

Ah, afternoon, chaps. Kettle's on.

We're not staying. - Right.

Sam's wonderful, isn't he?

But you didn't come here to talk about our finer qualities,

of course you didn't.

I ought to charge a penny every time the police come here,

leaping to conclusions.

Only call she made was to this place, Leonard,

so not exactly leaping to conclusions.

I'm teasing you, Geordie.

Did any of the men

receive a call just before 10:00?

I wouldn't know. They only write down calls they make,

not ones they receive.

Could one of them have got a girl in the family way?

I've tried lecturing them on the use of precautions.

They just fell about laughing.

I'll take that if you don't mind.

Well, someone's wearing his grumpy trousers.

Try the whole three-piece suit.

Do you want to talk about it or...

Talk about what?

Me. Leaving.

Oh, that.

Well, it's just I thought you might have some questions.

Not really.

Right, well, we're going next week, so...

Next week?

Yeah, just thought we'd take the plunge.

Right.

Right.

Miss Scott!

Are congratulations in order?

No, why would they be?

No reason.

You're an odd man sometimes.

Only sometimes.

We have a witness.

Saw a woman walking into the church with a baby

just before you found it.

Ernie?

What about my kids? They see anything?

Let's just say

they haven't inherited your keen eye, Geordie.

I was playing marbles with Dora in the garden.

What did she look like?

She's your daughter.

Er, no, not Dora. The lady you saw walking past the gate.

Did she have dark hair, or hair like mine?

Yes.

Okay, it's not really a yes or no question, Ern.

I can't remember.

Okay, why don't you close your eyes

and try and picture yourself back in the garden?

You're playing marbles. The lady walks past the gate.

What do you see?

Marbles. I won a pretty green one.

It was a very pretty green one.

Sorry, Dad.

No, I'm just pleased about the marble.

Boss. Background on our victim.

By all accounts, Mr Daniels was a quiet man.

No family, no enemies.

What about lady friends?

Perhaps he knew the girl.

Perhaps he was the child's father.

Perhaps he wanted to take the child, she panicked,

hit him... - You're good.

Don't sound so surprised.

She had a coat like I had for school.

A blazer?

It's a schoolgirl.

What colour was the blazer?

Grey. With a yellow badge.

I think it's a lion.

It's not a lion. It's a phoenix.

Still, it's pretty good for a nine-year-old.

Er... We'll make a Cambridge copper out of him yet.

Well, maybe not Cambridge.

Thank you for your time, Miss...

Bradley. But you may call me Headmistress.

Perhaps now you can explain all the subterfuge.

We found a baby abandoned.

No. Absolutely not.

Well, perhaps we could speak to your older girls?

Fide, Decus, Castitas,Vicar.

"Faith, honour, purity."

It's Latin. - I gathered that much.

These young ladies are from fine families, Debrett's families.

The offspring of lords and dukes.

They're generally the worst.

These girls are taught to be chaste.

I can assure you

none of them will be responsible

for this unfortunate state of affairs.

State of affairs being a dead man.

And an innocent child abandoned.

Born out of wedlock in a seedy back room.

It's hardly innocent.

Even so, if we could speak to them.

Miss Shirley, show these gentlemen to your classroom

and summon the fifth and sixth formers.

Yes, Headmistress.

I trust you'll behave with decorum.

If you'll follow me.

I think we just got detention.

The baby is safe.

But we're worried for the mother.

Whoever she may be.

If anyone has any information on her,

or the death of Mr Daniels,

you'll be treated with the utmost confidence.

Any questions?

Holly.

How are babies made?

Now, now, Holly, let's not embarrass our guests.

I hear it's something a man and a woman do

when they're feeling especially loving.

Holly, that's enough.

Lola. Decent questions only, please.

Is the baby a boy or a girl?

It's a girl.

I have a question for the Vicar.

Of course you do.

Do you have simple thoughts, Vicar?

Cos I'm having them right now.

Do you want me to keep you behind after class?

Depends whether or not he's gonna be here, sir.

Shh. Please.

Enough!

We're done.

He's just shocked.

It's like he doesn't care.

Course he cares.

In his own gruff... - Uncaring.

Man of few words way.

I'll just leave you two to talk about

whatever it is you talk about, I don't know.

Cars? D'you talk about cars?

Sorry.

Lola McCallum. The fifth former.

Been withdrawn recently.

Not eating.

Hard to believe a young woman like that

could push a fella down the stairs.

I wouldn't put anything past those Fidelis girls.

I love this place.

I love having a family here.

And you, especially you.

But I don't want to end up here

in 30 years and realise I've missed my chance.

This new parish, I can... I can really help people.

I can rock some boats.

Not gonna be rocking any boats here, am I?

I hope I have your blessing.

It would mean more than anything to me that you understand.

Well, I don't.

I don't understand, Will.

Okay.

You're being selfish.

Putting yourself first like you always do.

Not giving a damn about those of us left behind.

What about Cathy?

She loves having Bonnie around.

And dragging Ernie out of school.

Taking him away from his cousins, the people he loves.

It's not on!

So, no.

You do not have my blessing.

Geordie.

Geordie, come on.

Bonnie and Will are leaving.

Yeah, off to Newcastle. It's next week, in fact. Yeah.

Off forever.

So let's raise a glass.

To their future.

You're leaving us?

I don't understand.

Next week? Why didn't you tell us?

We were waiting for the right time.

Congratulations. It's wonderful news.

Did you put him up to it?

What? - Geordie!

It was her idea, wasn't it?

No, it was out idea, both of us.

So much for the right moment.

I am so sorry.

Geordie, what the hell was that?

Honesty.

You might want to try it sometime.

Don't you dare take this out on Bonnie.

I'm not. - Yes, you are.

My opinion's important to you now, is it?

You know it is.

Why didn't you tell me you'd changed your mind, then?

I knew you'd be upset.

Didn't think you'd act like this.

Like what? - Like my dad.

Just trampling over everything...

I'm not your dad, Will.

And thank God for that.

Larry!

Where's the note?

One left on the baby.

One of the hotel guests reckons

some fella was banging on the girl's door.

Causing a ruckus, apparently.

Witness get a look at him?

No, heard it through the walls.

Paper thin, apparently.

Handwriting on the fifth form register.

It's the same.

And...

Here again.

Our Mrs Smith isn't one of the girls...

She's the teacher.

Miss Shirley?

Larry, call an ambulance. - Boss.

No, no, I don't want a fuss. It's nothing.

You need to be checked over. Don't you?

No one can know.

No one can know about the baby.

Post-mortem results.

Neck broken in two places, pretty gruesome.

Are you okay? Is it your knee?

You do have particularly spindly knees.

Miss Scott... Jennifer...

Oh, God! - Would you do me the honour...

Don't you dare finish that sentence.

Well, I was gonna ask you to marry me.

Why would you do that?

Because I like you.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do. - No, you do not.

Well, not when you're like this I don't, no.

It was sex, Larry. It was just sex.

So you don't want to marry me?

More to the point, you don't want to marry me.

Don't I?

No.

Geordie Keating. What a pollock!

Strong words. - Well, he is, though, isn't he?

I let myself in.

So, er... Miss Shirley's feeling much better.

If you're...

Sure. I'll, er, just...

All you had to do was be happy for him.

It's hard to be when you're not.

Oh, my God.

I just wanna punch you in your pollocky face right now.

You're the one dragging him away.

No... You're the one holding him back.

You... - Would you let me speak?

He would stay here to please you.

He would live an unfulfilled life

to please you.

And that's not fair.

Ready.

It's not fair, George.

They left her in here.

I asked them not to.

They're hoping I'll warm to her.

A witness heard a man outside your hotel door.

Was it the father?

Rose?

What happened?

I went there. Erm, I had...

I had... I had the baby.

I mean, after that.

I left. I went to the church.

So there wasn't an altercation?

With the hotel manager? - No.

No, nothing like that.

I wish she'd been born a boy.

The world isn't kind to girls.

She seems pretty strong-willed to me.

She'll hold her own.

Rose?

I'm sorry.

Please don't be angry with me.

Why didn't you tell me?

I promised my sister I'd keep an eye on her.

Rose is your niece?

I would've helped her if I'd known.

Do you know who the baby's father might be?

There was a man.

They spoke every Saturday night for a while.

You know his name? - Sorry.

Why didn't she feel she could come to me?

I would've understood.

I would've tried to understand at least.

That's what you do when you love somebody, isn't it?

What about the, er, call logs from the halfway house?

Miss Bradley said Rose and the boy spoke most...

Most Saturdays.

If it's someone from there, it'll be in the book.

How are we both?

I'll hold off on renting that wedding suit, shall I?

You told Geordie?

You're such a man!

Geordie.

Listen, it's been the most difficult part.

The thought of leaving you.

I've changed my mind a dozen times.

Stay, then.

Geordie.

If you've changed your mind a dozen times,

who's to say you won't change it again?

Stay.

You are not making this easy.

Right.

Every Saturday night...

There...

And there again.

And there.

SW...

Sam White.

Rose used to come to some of my talks for a while.

Always on her own.

She seemed... unhappy, I suppose.

Is the baby yours? - Geordie!

No, it's all right, Leonard. I don't mind.

No.

But she confided in me about the child.

Did she say who the father was?

All she said was that she didn't want to keep it,

so I gave her the number of a man I knew.

Abortionist? - A doctor.

Kind, non-judgemental.

She phoned you when she was in labour.

I was surprised.

Been such a while.

She seemed scared.

Someone was there.

Did she say who it was?

Just, "They're here."

That was that.

Maybe you went to the hotel after she called.

No.

Manager tries to chuck you out. You lump him.

If Sam says he never went there, he never went there, Geordie.

You don't have to say any more.

I'm very fond of Geordie, but sometimes I could...

Happily throttle him?

With some gusto.

Mmm.

I keep waiting for things to get easier.

I think that's just life, Leonard.

Bugger, isn't it?

Perhaps I should pack my bags and come with you.

You inspired me, you know?

Really?

You never settle.

You just keep striving.

And failing an awful lot in the process.

It's incredible. All of this.

You are incredible.

If I asked you to stay,

if I told you I loved you too much to lose you,

would you change your mind?

Oh, don't you do this too.

Geordie?

Sorry, that was very unfair of me.

You go

and be brilliant and deliriously happy.

I absolutely demand it.

My brother, William Davenport.

My brother, Leonard Finch.

You coming or not?

We'll look after him.

Don't worry.

If there was such a ruckus,

some fella trying to bang the door down,

why didn't she mention it before?

Who? - Sissy.

Short for Cecilia.

I was doing the dusting when I found Mr Damnuels.

D'you wanna know why I call him that?

Did you or did you not see a man

trying to get into room five on Saturday evening?

Sissy!

Did this man push Mr Damnuels... Damn it!

...Mr Daniels, down the stairs?

All I know is there was this fella,

and he was hollering and shouting,

"Rose, Rose, let me in."

And did he frighten you, this man?

Him? Stiff breeze'd blow him over.

Who?

He gave me five quid not to say anything.

Who, Sissy?

The baby wasn't mine, if that's what you're thinking.

Prove that, can you?

I moved back from Dublin three months ago, so...

Rose had hidden the pregnancy.

That night, she was scared.

Didn't want anyone to know she was in labour.

Not her aunt? - Especially not her aunt.

So you helped her to the hotel.

Signed her in.

That was that.

Mr Warne, you were seen upstairs

trying to get into her room.

I just wanted to make sure she was all right.

And there was no struggle?

With Rose? No.

How about with the manager?

No.

Rose didn't want me there, so I left.

Bribing the chambermaid on the way out.

I wanted the situation to be treated with discretion.

Look, bring me a Bible. I'll swear on it.

I left Rose there.

And I didn't hurt a soul.

Did you buy a ring?

It was my old mum's.

I think she'd want you to give it

to someone who really deserved it.

Would never have worked, would it? You and me.

We'd have killed each other

before we made it down the aisle.

It was good, wasn't it?

The other night? We both had a nice time, didn't we?

I have no complaints in that department.

There's a Mrs Peters out there.

And she's beautiful and clever

and not quite as obstinate as me.

You're not obstinate.

Yes, I am. - No, you're not.

Imagine those two married. Be hell on earth.

Let's say Sam's telling the truth.

Rose phones, says, "They're here."

Who's they?

The manager? With someone else maybe.

None of this adds up.

Sam said Rose wanted to get rid of the baby.

So why did she change her mind?

She didn't. She still doesn't want to keep her.

All those months of hiding, lying to everyone.

Months of no-one noticing.

God forbid Esme got pregnant. Cathy would know in a flash.

Born out of wedlock in a seedy back room.

That's hardly innocent.

She did know.

Her aunt knew.

"Seedy back room", she said.

We didn't mention the hotel.

Miss Bradley's gone, I'm afraid.

Where's she gone?

She's taken a sabbatical, a year in the countryside.

For her nerves, apparently.

Nerves, my arse. Only one reason a woman

takes an unexplained trip to the countryside.

Have you found her? - Not yet. We will.

This is my fault. - No.

I prayed to God to make this all go away.

Was it always the plan?

For your aunt to pass the baby off as her own?

It's not my plan.

What, she... she forced you to keep it?

It's what she does.

Bullies, cajoles.

She keeps on and on at you

till you don't know your own mind any more.

Where would she go?

Wherever he is. - Who?

Mr Warne.

They're in a relationship?

Of a sort, I suppose.

She bullies him, like she bullies everyone else.

He said he helped you to the hotel.

He didn't help me. She sent him to look for me.

Sam. - Rose? What is it?

Oh, God, they're here.

Rose? Open the door.

Open the damn door.

I knew if I let him in, he'd just take us back to her.

I couldn't have that.

I couldn't have her ruining that baby's life too.

Miss Bradley.

Drive! Just drive!

You're not going anywhere.

Do as I say. Do as I say, you stupid man.

You stupid bloody man!

It's about the one sensible thing he's done

so far, I'd say, Miss Bradley.

You're used to it, aren't you?

People doing exactly what you say.

Even your own niece.

I know what's best for her.

Or what's best for you.

She didn't want to have a baby.

I'm a woman of a certain age.

I wanted a child, and fate intervened.

Bollocks.

You don't want that baby.

Not really.

It's just another way to control,

to keep Rose under your thumb.

You make me sound so calculating.

You forced her to have a child against her will.

She agreed to have the child.

She was afraid not to.

I don't see that I've done anything wrong.

Aside from kill a man.

Mr Warne told you Rose had run away.

He was afraid to tell you, though, wasn't he?

Left it till hours later.

For the first time, everyone was defying you.

Rose, Mr Warne. And that made you angry.

Open the door!

Open the door!

Is there a problem, madam?

Angry enough to take it out

on whoever stood in your way.

Do not do this to me, Rose.

Perhaps we should talk downstairs.

Give me the key.

Give me the key!

Give me the key!

But Rose was already gone.

Did you ever stop to think

what it was your niece wanted?

Did you even ask her?

Course she didn't.

She may be young,

she may have made decisions you don't agree with,

but they are her decisions.

It's her life.

To do with as she wants.

I love her.

And I know what's best for her.

That's not love, Miss Bradley.

Just give us a second.

The adoption lady is here.

They'll find her a good family, won't they?

Be fighting them off.

I have one question, Rose, if you don't mind my prying.

Why wear the blazer from the school

if you didn't want anyone to trace the baby back to you?

I wasn't thinking straight.

Or maybe you were.

Maybe on some level you wanted to be found.

You wanted to be reunited with her.

Damn, what your aunt wants and damn what everyone else wants.

What do you want, Rose?

I can't...

I can't bring up a child alone.

What about the father?

He didn't want to know.

It's all so impossible.

You know, when I was your age,

I had a bust-up with my dad.

Mmm.

Walked out of that house and didn't once look back.

I was afraid

of being alone too.

But then one day you find yourself surrounded by friends.

A new family,

one you love more than you ever realised you could.

So if a cantankerous old bastard like me can do it,

so can you.

As I stand here today,

I can't help but think of my first few weeks here,

all those years ago.

I realise now...

I was still a child.

In the eyes of God, I had...

so much growing up to do.

But none of us can grow,

none of us can reach our true potential

without guidance.

Without love.

And along the way, I have received so much of both.

From my wife.

My children.

My friends.

Sorry.

I will cherish the friendships I've made here

for the rest of my life.

Time to go, Isabel.

Good boy. Look after the next chap, won't you?

Will? Come with me.

We've got a surprise.

It's a really big, shiny car.

So, not that much of a surprise.

Aw, you didn't need to do that.

Anything to get you off that blooming awful motorbike.

Promise me one thing.

Anything.

Don't give us a second thought.

I mean it.

I was born in this village.

I'll die here.

But you, you are going to do so many wonderful things.

We're gonna miss you so much.

Never thought I'd see the day. My seventh vicar come and gone.

Eighth time's the charm, perhaps.

Seventh time was pretty wonderful.

Look after him. - Course I will.

You've made me a better person.

I think you did that all by yourself, Leonard.

I thank God for you every day. I really do.

Bye.

Bye, miss you!

Bye, bye.

I'm sorry Geordie didn't make it.

Go on.

Go and find him.

Changing the world can wait a little bit.

Thank you.

I didn't miss you, then.

You didn't miss us.

Geordie... - Just let...

Let me say this.

Look, meeting you...

has been a godsend.

You're a godsend, Will.

You saved me.

You have.

When I've struggled,

when I've been down,

you saved me.

And I'm so grateful.

I am so goddamn grateful.

You have my blessing. That's what I'm trying to say.

Whatever you wanna do with your life.

You have my blessing.

I love you.

I love you too.

Go on, then, off you go.

Crimes won't solve themselves.

Geordie.

Yes?

I hope I made you proud.

Every day, son.

Every day.