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Turn around.

I am a capable grown man, Mrs C.

Turn.

When David gets here, what are we going to be?

Polite. Respectful.

Kind. We're going to be kind.

I won't mean it, though, not in my heart.

Ah, that's very Christian of you.

He's a thief.

He's not a thief.

He's stealing your job.

It's not his fault, Mrs C.

I simply won't like him, and that's that.

Kind. Please. For me.

Morning.

Morning. Morning, David.

You remember Mrs Chapman?

How could I forget?

How are you, my poppet?

I thought this would be a good opportunity

for you to meet some of your congregants,

entice them to Newnham.

Oh, we'll be trying to keep them away after this.

Pulled out one of the greatest hits.

Oh...

Morning. Good to see you... - Welcome!

Glorious day.

I... - I've got it from here.

Right. - Good morning. Reverend Lane.

Poppet!

Good morning! - Morning.

Do come inside. - Morning.

Reverend Lane. Lovely to meet you.

Morning.

Dear Leonard, I'm sorry for leaving the way I did.

Sam said it was for the best if we all went without a fuss.

This is the right decision for me, Leonard,

and now that I've made it, I know there's no going back.

It feels like the start of something quite special.

I'm close to selling my house.

"Forget half measures", Sam says.

"Take the leap and commit!"

I wish you saw in him what I saw.

He's inspired me in ways I didn't think possible.

I now know where I'm meant to be.

I now know what my purpose is.

Don't try to find me.

If you love me, you'll give me space.

Daniel.

Hello? Can I help you?

No. No, sorry.

Wait! Sorry, wait!

What have you got, Larry?

Neighbour heard the crunch just after 8:00 this morning.

He came out the third-floor window.

The victim, not the neighbour.

Barely time for his life to pass before his eyes.

Get a name?

Fred Eccles.

Did the accounts for a publisher off Kingston Street.

Hmm. And?

Lodger. Single. Thirty-two years old.

Didn't have a dog, but he liked 'em...

Er, no, Larry,

what was suspicious about his death?

Oh. Best talk to the landlady.

Well, he was a good tenant.

Quiet.

Bit lonely, poor chap.

Had he been here long? - Three years.

No friends, no sweethearts.

No trouble, till now. - Hmm.

Well, lonely men have done worse things than...

Well, this. - No.

Not Mr Eccles.

Not with the state of the battalion.

Come again?

He paint all these?

Said it relaxed him.

Paint's still wet. - Exactly.

Why would he paint them if he was going to... you know.

And that flag bearer is in the wrong place.

I moved a few once cleaning

and Mr Eccles got quite agitated.

I mean, very precise, he was.

Well, if he was contemplating suicide,

he'd hardly be thinking straight.

No.

Someone else was in here.

Someone else helped him on his way.

"Corpus Christi."

"Amos."

Knock, knock.

Only me.

Er, I don't suppose

I could bother you for a cup of tea, could I?

I could very much do with the company.

Leonard.

Hey.

What about weekends and evenings?

He get up to much?

Well, he had his church group.

But last week he said he'd thrown it all in.

Sold half his troops for them to raise money.

You meet any of these church people?

Oh, one of them used to call round for him

and they'd go off handing out leaflets.

Did you hear Mr Eccles and this man talk?

Whole street did last night!

Something about the other fella owing Mr Eccles some money.

I'd never heard him raise his voice like that.

And the language! - What church was this?

Oh, one of those modern ones. Silly name.

The Way Finders?

That's the one. Isn't he clever?

Sam.

Was the chap who called round called Sam?

Sam. Yes. Lovely eyes.

And you said Sam would take him to hand out leaflets.

Where would they go?

Oh, one of the streets off King's Parade.

Try and nab a few students.

We're meeting next week.

Feel free to join us. Everyone's welcome.

Thank you, see you there. - Thanks.

There's no address, no sign off.

He'd always sign off his letters,

"With all my heart...

With all my heart, Daniel."

He'll come back to you.

Leonard, he'll find his way back.

And what if he doesn't want to be found?

I'm fine. Go.

I'm fine.

Vicarage. - I've got Sam.

Brought him in for questioning.

Is Daniel with him?

No. No, he's not.

What's that about Daniel?

It's Geordie. Just a sec.

I'm on my way.

Geordie's found Sam.

Fred was a gentle soul.

Perhaps too gentle for this world.

When did you last see him?

A week ago, maybe.

The landlady says you were there last night.

Briefly.

So not a week ago, then?

Why lie?

Because it wasn't important.

Voices were raised, apparently.

Fred was stealing.

What did he take?

Fifty pounds.

Fifty pounds?

No church has that kind of money lying around.

What I'm doing is so much more than a church, so...

No offence.

Look...

Fred came and spoke to me in confidence,

but in light of this... - What?

He told me he considered ending his life.

And I'm sorry I couldn't help him, but...

Beyond that,

I have nothing to feel guilty about.

And you have no reason to keep me here.

Nothing, boss. Clean as a whistle.

Right.

You need to have more trust in people, Inspector.

How's Daniel?

Hasn't he called you?

You're taking advantage of him.

You, your church, whatever it is.

Daniel's throwing all his money into it,

all his time and you...

You're just keeping him from me.

I want him home!

And what does Daniel want?

Why don't you come and ask him?

He can tell you himself

if he thinks he's wasting his money.

Thank you.

We've got power now, running water.

We're planting a garden.

Well, I leave that to the others.

Kill a plant soon as I look at it.

Why "The Way Finders"?

Well, if you are lost, we can help you find yourself.

Luke, 15:10.

"I once was lost, but now I'm found."

The Bible has you covered.

Yeah but church isn't for everyone, though, is it?

Didn't even welcome you. - Sam.

Ah, Rox.

Miss me?

Always. Where's Daniel?

Bible study.

Roxy. Welcome.

Oh, I'm not staying.

That's what everyone says.

Come through.

I think it's very brave of you to admit that.

This is what we're here for.

By having these

honest conversations with ourselves,

we're finding real truths.

I could never say how I felt.

Not to my mother, certainly not to my father...

Looks happy, doesn't he?

Isn't that amazing? I find that amazing.

The simplicity of it.

Only taken me four decades to get there.

No one knew the fella.

No one said a word to him, not a "how d'you do" or nothing.

Except Sam White. - Except Sam White.

I want everything we've got on him,

every parking ticket, every dodgy tax return.

No stone unturned.

Can't we just find out where Sam lives and...

I've no evidence to get a warrant, Alphy.

Tell me you don't find him and his church dodgy.

Could say the same of your lot.

Good one.

Yeah, well, "our lot" aren't swimming in cash,

leaving bodies in our wake.

Yes, I'll hold. Er, swimming in cash, how?

Well, Daniel's selling his house.

Everyone has to chip in.

How are they getting people

to put their hands in their pockets?

Sam White's handsome.

Charismatic, broad shoulders,

piercing eyes. - All right.

What I don't understand is

the landlady thought Sam owed Fred money.

But Sam says the opposite.

He had a book of accounts in his bag.

I'd like to get my hands on those.

Thought you might.

Must've dropped on the floor.

Butterfingers, Larry.

War games?

The cover's been swapped.

Oh, careful. There's a fingerprint.

Sam seem like a war games man to you?

Mr Eccles, on the other hand...

It's my house, my room.

I can rent it out as soon as I want.

It's still a crime scene, Mrs Dormer!

It's not a crime to make a living!

Gotcha, you bastard. - Language!

I want to understand.

I want you to help me understand.

Working with Sam,

I've really begun to understand what's held me back.

And what is it that's held you back?

A lot of things.

My parents.

Me?

I'm happy, Leonard.

For the first time in my life, I feel accepted.

You were happy with me.

With our friends.

Your friends.

They love you. - No.

They love you.

I finally find a group of people

who love me for who I am,

and all you wanna do is pick that apart. I know why,

because for once, this isn't all about you.

Your past, your dreams, your future.

This is about mine and you can't stand that.

You can't stand to see me happy.

For someone so happy, you seem awfully angry.

What colour would you say that is?

Cerulean blue.

I've been looking for a dress just that colour.

And I found the real accounts book too.

The paint Fred used for his soldiers.

Humbrol. Plastic enamel.

See, the big selling point is the drying time, one hour.

What?

I was a kid once.

The paint was still wet when we got there.

Sam was with Fred in the hour before he died.

What else you got?

There was a Sam White

that studied theology at Corpus Christi.

Sam studied at Corpus.

But it can't be him.

Why not?

Because he's dead.

Sam White died in 1948.

According to the university, a fire started,

burnt down Sam White's digs with him in it,

and that's Sam White.

The Sam we know takes a dead man's name. Why?

To hide who he really is.

Sam, or whoever the hell he is,

has been in and out of our orbit like a bloody yo-yo.

Three times, we questioned him.

One, baby in the church.

Two,

the dead journalist who was writing an article about Sam.

Innes Clarke.

And three, Mr Eccles who takes a nosedive onto the pavement.

But Sam was only ever a witness, a bystander.

And you don't think that's odd?

That he was always there?

The baby abandoned in the church...

The letters I've been getting, the Bible passages.

A woman brought one to the house this morning,

a woman with her baby.

The teacher.

From the girls' school.

Rose something...

Shirley. Rose Shirley.

She knew Sam.

We questioned him,

thought he might be the baby's father.

She was warning us about him.

Get me an address for Rose Shirley.

Those Bible pages. - I'll get them.

I'm on the right path now.

It's just a shame.

I thought we were already on it.

You can be very forthright sometimes.

I love you.

Do you love me?

Well, the only love we need...

comes from within, doesn't it? - Mmm.

Of course I do. - You tease.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

Oh, I don't know.

I think you had a feeling there was trouble coming.

John 19:30.

Amos 5:7.

We could do so much more with this space.

Well, yeah, yeah, we could.

Grow our own vegetables!

Sam finds a thread and he pulls it.

He wants to know every little secret.

Bad days from across a lifetime and then...

he draws them all together, like beads on a necklace.

He made me see all of the flaws in my life,

of which there were many.

But when I got pregnant...

That's when you saw who he was?

I took a letter to the Vicarage.

Sam saw me.

He said if I ever went back there again,

he would burn me and my baby up in a fire,

and no one would ever know.

You've been trying to warn us about him,

sending those Bible passages.

His name isn't Sam.

So who is he, Rose?

So much money coming in.

Everyone's giving up their houses, their savings.

Let me guess.

The worthy causes aren't getting a look in.

It's all going to Sam.

What if that's what Fred found out?

Sam's as dodgy as all hell.

So, he stole the accounts book as proof.

Sam goes after Fred.

Fred Eccles takes a tumble out of the window.

Sam bought a house with it and all, Alexander House.

Ten bob says that's where they all are.

I thought it was the Gospel of John

and the Book of Amos, but...

"John 19:30, Amos 5:7."

That's not about verses.

It's his name.

John Amos, and his date of birth.

Fifth of the seventh, 1930.

DC Peters.

Larry. - It's the boss.

Geordie? - His name...

John Amos. - I know.

He's a nasty piece of work, Alphy.

Controlling, violent.

What if he tried to stop us finding out?

You know, every time I got a letter,

there was a break-in soon after.

It was him.

He was following Rose.

The fire Sam White died in, the real Sam White, I mean,

he had a surviving housemate.

What if he killed his housemate in '48?

That was just the start.

We need to find the bastard. - I've got an address.

Boss? It's Alexander House,

west of Milton, out towards the river.

Right, I'll pick you up.

Alphy,

Leonard left with him.

He left with John Amos.

I was lost.

And now you're found.

I came to see Daniel.

And if you'd just...

Perhaps if you'd let him come home with me.

You wanna see Daniel again,

you'll stay put.

You don't say a word.

Alphy.

How are we? Come in.

These sessions, are for what you want to say.

We have a guest.

Did Leonard send you?

We're just about to start a session,

but we should be done by... - No. We're speaking now.

Well, we can wrap this up in an hour...

We're speaking now.

John.

Apologies, we'll, erm...

We'll pick this up after supper.

I'm tired of people coming here,

thinking they know what's best for me...

His name isn't Sam.

It's John Amos.

This, all of it, it's a sham.

He manipulates and he controls, gets people to give him money...

John Amos...

was a thief...

and a sinner.

I'm not proud of who I was.

I'd gone down a bad path, Daniel.

I couldn't see a way out.

And then I met an incredible young man named Sam White.

He taught me another way. He...

He saved me.

And then...

When he died, I realised that his story would...

would end before it had even begun.

When Sam died or when you killed him?

Your life is a lie.

I'm helping people. - You're using them.

No one's done more for me than Sam.

His name isn't Sam!

Who better to preach redemption, Alphy,

than one who's been redeemed?

No, no, no, this isn't about redemption.

This is about power and money.

What power?

I'm one man, I'm trying to do some good.

And what do you ask for in return, hmm?

How much have you given him?

It's a con.

The whole thing.

Your church is the one that swindles.

We're talking about you, John.

Your church calls me

an abomination. - Huh...

They don't even want you, Alphy.

People here

have been failed and failed and failed again.

Is it any wonder that they come to me?

Now here you are too.

Daniel, tell me if you've heard this...

"It was never your fault.

Every problem in your life is because of someone else."

And the best person to solve it all

is him.

Sam doesn't claim to "solve" every problem.

It's OK, Daniel.

I can manage. Thank you.

Does everyone always do as you say?

Rose?

Caroline?

Well, you'd know more about Caroline than I do.

You got her to sleep with me.

You set me up.

I'm not responsible for your mistakes.

Did she kill for you too?

The journalist?

I know all about you.

Everything there is to know, at least.

Which isn't much.

This is how you do it, isn't it?

This is how you get people.

You've never felt wanted.

Don't even try.

Yeah, that's it.

Isn't it?

You don't know what it is...

to be wanted.

No home, no family, no love...

You have no idea who I am.

I have everything that you don't have,

and you can't bear it.

It's over, John.

You're finished.

Geordie!

Larry!

Stop!

What's going on?

What did you do?

Sam? - They're shooting at us.

That's not true.

I always said they'd do this, didn't I?

They weren't shooting.

Go to your room, Rox. Go!

They'll bring more police.

You don't wanna hurt these people.

Go room to room. Tell them to stay put.

Daniel, go!

No.

Do you reckon I'll get one of them medals for bravery?

All the medals and all the girls.

Push this against it hard.

Hard. - Oh.

Don't do this, John.

Larry, you stay put.

You can't go in on your own, boss.

You giving me orders now, are you?

You're gonna be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

Everybody, stay calm!

Try and stay calm.

Leonard?

I'm so sorry.

Don't move.

Just stay here for me, OK?

Police are on their way.

Why the hell did you stay?

Probably because there's nothing without you.

Cambridgeshire police.

Geordie's on his own.

We... we need help.

What do you mean? - A shooting...

He shot me.

Larry?

Just gon...

Oh... Just gonna sit down... for a bit.

No! No, don't sit down. Stand up!

I'm sending help. Keep talking to me.

Really?

You never want me to talk.

Larry?

Larry?

I wouldn't expect someone like you

to understand what I've done here.

This place is...

It's my life.

I put everything into it.

My heart, my soul.

All of me.

I built this place on love.

I built it from nothing!

For glory of God.

This isn't about God's glory.

This is about yours.

These people love me.

John, listen to me.

You say these people love you,

they're afraid of you.

No, no, no, no, no. You are.

You're afraid.

Because I've done more than you ever could.

You've lied to these people, John.

You've taken their money and you've abused their trust.

You can tear down what I do all you like.

But the idea of it,

the idea of people coming together

in the name of God,

there is nothing more beautiful than that.

John Amos, I'm arresting you for the murder of Fred Eccles.

Rox, you see this? This is persecution.

They're... they're trying to silence me.

I'm a man of God.

I'm a man of God!

And that's for Larry.

Help! Please!

Somebody help!

I'm so sorry.

Why are you apologising?

Oh, God.

For being so selfish, for never giving you space.

You idiot, it's the two of us remember?

Me and you, with all of my heart.

Bullet's in the ceiling.

Leonard, stay still. - Hmm?

Sorry.

It's OK.

Argh! Mmm.

It's a woodchip...

Leonard. - Huh?

It's a splinter. - It's a bloody splinter.

Larry, are you still there?

Please just talk to me! Please!

Please!

Everything's all right here.

You-hoo! Right day?

Excuse me.

Hmm.

Ha. Cosy.

Ah!

Ugh.

That's a bit moth-eaten, but I'll take it.

And, erm...

Yes, that picture there.

Right you are.

Poppet.

Oh. What about the chalice and whatnot?

Get a few bob for that, I'm sure.

Oh. Shoo!

Go on!

He comes with the position, so...

He's not coming with me, absolutely not.

Go on, bugger off!

Anything in the kitchen? No point it going to waste.

Do you know where you're off to?

The bishop hasn't decided. - Mmm.

Nice mission, maybe.

Somewhere that feels a bit more like home?

Now, the lady who does for you,

I could use one over at Newnham.

Is she quiet or is she a talker?

I can't be doing with the talkers.

Used to be the, er, women of the parish

had a healthy reverence for us, but...

You throw that away, I will punch your lights out.

Saying your goodbyes?

That man is not a good man.

Whatever you may think of me,

the people of this parish deserve better than him.

And that's you, is it?

This place is full of wonderful people.

Caring and kind and they deserve to worship in their own church,

to pray with their own vicar, one who gives a damn about them.

And if it's not gonna be me,

then by God, I'll fight like hell to make sure

it's the kind of man they deserve.

Did you put them up to it?

Did you put your housekeeper up to it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, it was one letter a week at first.

Then, once a day, from her.

Then others, dozens of them.

Increasing in number and venom.

She even wrote to the Archbishop

suggesting that I'd acted illegally.

I suspect she was one step away

from writing to the good Lord himself.

And what did they say,

the letters?

That you belong here.

They want you to stay

and the Archbishop agrees.

Mrs, erm...

Well, put it this way,

she was very forthcoming in her opinion.

Her name is Mrs Chapman.

Mrs Sylvia Chapman.

Try and remember that, at least.

Well done!

All right, sit down.

He might start to get ideas.

Ah, you might not get the girl,

but there's still hope for the medal.

Seize the day, boss.

Seize the day.

Go away. Don't look at me.

Why not?

I'm scared...

if I look at you, I'll want to kiss you.

That wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?

I've never wanted to kiss you and I don't want to start now.

Damn you, Larry.

Damn you.

Where's he gone? He forgot his picture.

Milburn! Milburn!

Whoops, mind yourselves, this is hot.

Wash your hands before you eat!

Sit!

Spuds are ready.

Watch the gravy.

I'm on peas.

Does it seem lumpy to you?

I like it lumpy.

No one likes it lumpy.

All right! No canoodling in the kitchen.

Sorry. Party last night.

Esme, stop them canoodling, would ya?

Hello, lovely, how are you? - Good, thanks.

I think I might be in love.

Hmm? No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

No. No, no, no. - In case of emergency.

I think I might've overdone the sherry in the trifle.

Before you know it, Mrs C'll be putting on records

and demanding a spin.

What if I'm not welcome?

They're your friends, Daniel.

Sorry. I'm sorry.

There you are!

Come in.

Daniel! Just the man. We need you for the gravy.

You do make the best gravy.

Hurry up, it's getting cold!

Daniel?

The... Famous Hand Waver.

Is it Singin' In The Rain? - Psycho.

Oh, Journey to the Center of the Earth.

Oh, Pillow Talk. - Oh, sod it.

You're all useless.

It was Spartacus. - Spartacus?

The bit, you know the bit where they all stand up.

What was in that trifle?

Turpentine?

I want to dance.

Oh, Lord, here she goes.

Somebody spin me.

I've been shot, Mrs C.

I've had worse splinters from a wooden spoon.

It was very painful, actually.

I'll spin you.

Oh, thank you, Daniel.

Manners, you see? - Mmm.

You can't beat that sound.

What, drunk pensioners?

You know what I mean.

You know when they say in moments of peril,

your life flashes before your eyes...

Yeah, that's not true. That's just, erm...

What do they call it? A fallacy?

What did you see?

Nothing.

Liar.

You're standing at the wrong end of a rifle and you saw...

Dickens. I saw Dickens.

You saw the dog?

Yeah, not like a vision or anything, just...

Well, who's gonna feed him if I'm not there.

We need to find you a wife.

I'm happy.

I'm happy being single.

Your last thought was of a dog.

Wasn't my last thoughts, though, were they so...

Even Larry's got a girl.

I'm fine as I am.

I've got... - Dickens.

Hmm. - Mrs C...

and you.

I'm a glass... - Half-full kind of guy?

Exactly.

Talking of which... Pub?

Hold on, what about the washing up?

Ah, let the rest of the family do it.