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OK, gentlemen, time for bed.

Quick as you can, please.

Come on, come on.

Roddy, turn that TV off.

There's literally one minute left.
Now!

Fine.

Thank you.

No rush. Night.

Who is that?

Who's there?

No.

Oh, no.

Dear God.

# One morning, in the month of June

# Down by a rolling river

# A weary traveller chances stay

# And here, beheld his lover

# Her cheeks were red,
her eyes were brown

# Hair in ringlets hanging down

# She'd a lovely face

# That I'd just found
just as the tide was flowing. #

One thing I will not miss about
this boat is that doorway!

Why didn't I set an alarm?
I always set an alarm!

Really hurts.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

I thought it was your big interview
this morning. It is!

You're cutting it fine, aren't you?

Yes, thanks, Mum.

Good luck!

Can't believe Selwyn
didn't wake us up.

I really don't think we should be
relying on a duck

to get us up on time.

OK!

OK. OK.

OK, OK. I hate ties!

OK, we're here. We got this.

Oh, no.

Style it out.

They'll all be doing it next week.

Margo, why can't I use
my electric pencil sharpener?

I've had a smart meter fitted.

I'm trying to keep
our energy usage down.

Oh, the kettle as well?

Part of HQ's review
is our running costs.

If you don't want 'em
to shut us down,

we all have to make sacrifices.

But I always have a cup of tea
in the mornings.

Suit yourself.

Course, the other option
is streamlining the workforce.

You mean redundancies?

Chief Super said nothing
was off the table.

You honestly think they could
get rid of one of us?

Wouldn't put it past 'em.

But w-who, though? I don't know.

Whoever they think
we can do without, I suppose.

Shipton Abbott Police Station,

Margo speaking.

That interview went well, I thought.
Yeah.

Yeah, sorry, there's just
so much to think about.

You're not getting cold feet,
are you?

No, it's just...

..did we spend all our time
worrying about if we could

and not stop to think
if we should? How do you mean?

Well, do we actually have
the time to give these kids...

..what they need?

Mm-hm. What happens if we drop the
ball when it really matters?

Humphrey, just answer
the phone, will you?

I'm sorry, it's the station.
I'll be right back.

Morning, Margo.

Just had a report come in
of a missing person.

A teacher at St Barnabas School
for Boys.

OK, thanks, I'll head over.

Well, I'd be careful up there
if I were you.

What? Why? It's just along the coast
from Cannons Cove.

There are dark forces at play
round those parts.

OK.

Do you think you might
unpack that for me a little?

Beware the devil on the rocks.

The...?

Martha?

What's the matter?

You definitely locked up properly?
Doors, windows?

Definitely. Have you noticed anyone
odd hanging around?

There was one chap, actually.

Around 6'2", odd shoes,
wouldn't leave.

6'2", odd sh...

I get it.
You're talking about me.

Just go, Humphrey. I'm sure you've
got bigger fish to fry.

Martha, you are by far and away

the biggest and most important
fish in my life.

You do know how to pick a girl up
when she's down.

OK, OK.

Kelby, you're in charge.

I want you to search
every millimetre of this place

for evidence and hunt down
whoever did this like a dog.

Woof-woof!

Sorry. Um, leave it with me, sir.

Good.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oh, and, Humphrey...

..change your shoe
before you go to work.

Shoe?

Yes, excellent idea.

Hiya. Oh, hi.

Oh, Zoe. Sorry,

I don't think we'll open today.

Had a break-in.

Yeah, I...I know.

Thought you could do
with a hand cleaning up.

The missing man
is a Father Michael.

He's a housemaster,
whatever that is.

This is quite some place.
What do you know about it?

Er, super strict and old-fashioned.

It's where posh people send their

kids when they're going off the
rails.

Morning, sir. Morning.

You can imagine how concerned
we are.

He was in his quarters at lights out
and gone before morning roll call.

Has anyone offered you something?
Tea? Coffee?

Brandy, even? I try not to drink
brandy before noon.

Me neither, but in such times,

one must screw one's courage
to the sticking place.

Of course.

Er, what's Father Michael like,
as a person?

Good-natured, likeable.

He's a wonderful teacher,
always looking to improve.

If he's not in class,
he's always researching

something or other in the library.

And does he have a car?

We're 15 miles away from the nearest
town down here, Constable.

Everyone has a car. It's parked
behind the boarding house.

And, yes, we have tried
calling him...

..to no avail.

I've got the CCTV footage
from the grounds team.

This is Father Brian,
our chaplain.

Hello. Morning.

The cameras picked him up

crossing the east lawn
just after midnight.

I'm sorry, these things
don't tend to like me.

Just, er, touch it gently.

No, gently!

You're pecking at it
like a chicken. Give it to me.

Where does this gate lead to?

To the coastal path.

Maybe he couldn't sleep,
went for a walk?

Unlikely, Constable.
He's responsible for 80 boys.

I'm actually a Sergeant.

There's more, though.

I scanned through
the previous few nights.

He's been going out regularly
after lights out.

Here he is
the previous Wednesday...

..Monday, and this is last Friday.

Yes, thank you, Father,
we get the idea.

He's been doing this
for the last five weeks,

regular as clockwork.

I know him, Detective.
He's a good man.

He wouldn't go out alone
on the moors at night

without a very good reason.

That's the last of the big ones.

Now, we need to discuss
where my cabin is.

Ideally, I'll be
in the captain's quarters.

Ship's full, I'm afraid.

Check back in a few months

and we might be able to
find you a berth in the hold.

Steerage? Outrageous!
I'm a gentleman.

Well, Martha's obviously running
late, so be a gentleman

and help me make a start moving

their stuff over to the house,
would you?

Aye-aye, captain.

Good morning, boys.

Good morning,
Inspector Goodman.

On the subject of Father Michael,
yesterday evening,

can anyone think of anything
happening

that could be described
as being out of the ordinary?

Did Father Michael say or
do anything

that might give you any idea
where he could have gone?

You need to tell...
Silence!

Roddy Corlett.

Father Michael is missing.

If you have anything to say
on the matter,

I urge you to share it
with all of us.

Yes, Mrs Goddard.

Carry on. Thank you.

If anything comes to mind, boys,
anything at all,

then I would urge you
to speak to either myself

or Sergeant Williams
while we are here. Thank you.

Dismissed!

Would you like to see
Father Michael's quarters?

Yes, Miss.
I mean, Mrs Goddard.

I wonder if we might keep all this
in-house. In-house?

Yes, you know, a man walks out
of his home voluntarily

and doesn't come back.

Might not even be
a police matter at all.

Then why did you call the police?

I didn't. Father Brian insisted.

I just don't want
a big old media circus

all over the front lawn.

The boys have got exams.

Going public might be
what finds Father Michael.

Yes, it might,
and so might asking questions

and having a look yourself,
you know, detective work.

Have you heard of that?

Do you find me mordacious,
Inspector?

You mean untruthful?

That's mendacious.
Where did you school?

St Agnes. That explains it.

Mordacious means sharp, biting.

And if so, I make no apology.

This school has not stood
for 600 years

because its leaders
have been polite.

It's exactly as we found it.

Do stay for lunch.

Chef's doing beef.

So what do you think? I think
she's the kind of woman who

doesn't actually respect women.

She only talks to the men
in the room.

And the way she kept
calling me Constable.

She knew what she was doing.
It's a power play.

That and the big fancy words?
I don't like her.

I meant about the case,
but I take your point.

Oh, right, sorry.

Er, I don't know. Anyone else,

I'd say some kind of illegal
activity was taking them out

so late at night, but a priest?

"Fides, virtus, opus."

Faith, virtue, work.

So you went to St Agnes.

That's a posh boarding school,
right?

I suppose.

Wasn't like this place, though.
I loved it.

Didn't you ever get homesick?

Occasionally. It helped
that I was good at sport.

Were you? Yes, I was, thank you,
Sergeant.

What do you think about the case?

I think some people here haven't
told us everything they know.

Would you go and have a word
with Father Brian on his own?

OK. Where are you going?

For a little stroll.

Sorry. Had some work stuff
to deal with.

Is everything all right?
We had a bit of a break-in.

Oh, for goodness' sake! Look,
I'll talk to you about it later.

Let me just get our stuff.
No, darling, no, listen.

Get back to work. Let me do it.

What? No, Mum, it's...

It's fine, trust me.
I have a cabin boy.

I found a stowaway in the galley.

Ah, Martha.

Lovely to see you. Richard.

As Martha's a bit snowed
under at work, Richard,

I've said we'll help get
their stuff over to the house,

and when I said "we",
obviously I...

..I mainly meant you.

I took that as read.
Martha, leave it with me.

Are you sure? Go, go, go, go.

We'll get this done
in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

Thank you.

I'll try not to be too late.

Listen.

There's a little do at the art
gallery in Calstock tomorrow night.

I want to go,
but there's absolutely no hope

of enjoying myself,
unless you're there.

Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way.
I won't, believe me.

I don't know another soul going,

and you know
how painfully shy I am.

Oh, it sounds lovely,

but I'll still be sorting
everything out here.

Oh, come on.

We can get dinner after.
I know a lovely place.

Any other day, but tomorrow would
have been Anthony's birthday.

Of course.

But if you change your mind...

Well, come on.

I don't remember saying
you could take a break.

I'm not above mutiny, you know.

How was Father Michael in the weeks
before he went missing?

Fine, I suppose.

There was one thing I didn't get
around to telling Mrs Goddard.

He came to me a few weeks ago

and asked if I could arrange
an advance on his pay.

Did he say what for?

Something about helping
an auntie back home in Yorkshire.

I tried, but it was a no.

School policy and such.

When I told him,
he seemed quite agitated.

You didn't feel you could
ask him what it was about?

I did, in a way.

I asked him to confession.

He never came.

You know, up here,
miles from anywhere,

you really value your friends,

and he's my friend.

We're doing all we can to find him,
Father.

Ah, the old sixth-form
common room.

Every school has one.

Sorry. Er, I'll head
straight back, sir. Don't worry.

Me and my pals often
sneaked off for a cheeky fag.

Well, they did.
I was mostly lookout.

It's a vape, sir.

Mundus movet.

Latin. "The world moves on."

Right. Good.

Good. Mind if I join you?

Roddy, isn't it? Yes, sir.

Yes, yeah...

Actually, I'll just stand, I think.

Are you going to snitch? Snitch?

Do I look like a snitcher?

A bit. Well, I'm not.

I'm just here to find
your housemaster. OK?

I was wondering
what you were arguing about

with that other boy earlier.

It's nothing.

Just, er, mucking about.

You see, the thing is,
we're a bit worried that

something might have happened
to Father Michael,

so even the smallest thing
might make a difference.

I saw him.

Where?

Up here, at night.

The night he went missing? No.

A few nights before.

But I come up here sometimes
after lights out, just to...

I don't know, be alone,
or whatever.

Anyway, I looked up through
that window there

and I saw him coming up the path.

Are you sure it was him? Totally.

He looked like he was in a hurry.

Like he had something
important to do.

Go on.

He carried on that way,
away from the school.

Just then this fog came in
really suddenly, like...

..in seconds I was totally lost.

I started freaking out.

I... I thought I heard voices and
I tried to head back to school.

Then just as quick as it came,
the fog went.

And I looked down, and I...

I saw him on the beach.

What was he doing?

It was just...

..weird.

He was marching on the spot,

kind of like a soldier.

He looked possessed.

And I took a video on my phone.

What beach?

Cannons Cove.

Show me.

Oh, you're going down.

Sir says I've got that dog in me.

OK, press it, then you peel it ...

Have we got another dustpan?

Cupboard under the bar.

I can't. He's in there
talking to himself.

I don't know
what's got into him today.

He's taking things very seriously.

Thanks. Um, Zoe? Mm?

How do you feel when your mum
says she's going on a date?

She doesn't. She just says
she's meeting a friend,

but, well, I always know cos
she puts on her nice perfume.

Why? Oh, no reason.

Is this about your mum
and that bloke?

It just feels a bit weird.

Don't you like him?
It's not about liking him.

I'm just not sure he's as genuine as
he wants us to think he is.

But then is that just me
being over-protective,

or is it just that he's not Dad and
whoever it was I wouldn't like him?

You know when your parents
do that annoying thing

where they tell you
what to do or think,

instead of letting you
find out for yourself? Yes.

Must be the same for them, too.

Thanks, Zoe. Any time.

OK.

We have got some very good
shoe prints.

Whoever kicked that fridge door

was wearing some very distinctive
trainers.

Kelby, it's fine. Sorry?

Drop the case, please.
I don't want to pursue it.

But look what they've done
with that ketchup.

I know, but I've got a lot
going on at the moment,

and I really don't need
anything else to deal with.

OK. Well, I'm not sure
what the Inspector will say.

I'll talk to him. Thank you.

But I've got patterns
of their trainers...

Bye, Kelby.

I... I...

OK.

So, what do you think
of St Barnabas, then, Roddy?

Prison, with priests.

I hate it.

Oh. Goddard hates me.

She's always on my case.

She's getting worse, and all.

Since what happened last year,
she's got even stricter.

Last year?

Yeah, some governors got done
taking bribes for admissions.

I'm not even meant to be
talking about it, to be honest.

Do your parents know
you feel like this?

They wouldn't care.

Yeah, I get it.

I boarded too.

I know it can be tough.

I'm sure there are other boys
out there in the same boat.

Well, if there is,
I've never seen them.

You won't if you're up here
all the time.

I made friends cos I was good
at sport.

Were you? Why does everyone sound
surprised when I say that?

Yes. Yes, I was.

I played county-level table tennis.

The big one.
Yes, the big one, thank you.

It was! They used to call me
Mr Wiff Waff.

They did!

Right. We're here.

This is Cannons Cove.

I should go, before I'm busted.

I'm going to need to keep
this phone.

What?

I need forensics to make
a proper copy of your video.

We'll get it back to you
as soon as possible.

Great...

Wait, Roddy.

Don't suppose you know anything
about the, er,

the devil on the rocks?

Oh, that's just some ghost story we
tell the new kids.

Ask around. Everyone knows it.

The story of the devil
on the rocks.

This old fisherman was out
in a terrible storm.

Try as he might
to row back to shore,

the swell kept pushing him
further and further out to sea.

The fisherman swore to himself

he'd give anything if he could
make it back to land.

Just then, the devil appeared
on the headland.

He made the fisherman an offer.

He'd quell the storm
in return for his catch.

And of course the fisherman
agreed without thinking.

And so the devil held aloft his arms

and instantly the wind
and rain dropped.

The sea became as calm
as a millpond...

..and the man began rowing to shore.

But before he made it to safety,

the storm was replaced
with a thick fog,

and the fisherman realised
the devil had tricked him.

He quelled the storm,
but replaced it with a fog so thick

a man could scarcely see his hand
before his face.

The fisherman soon became
disorientated.

He couldn't tell
which way the land was,

and so he rowed around and
around until he was exhausted.

Another fishing boat found him
two days later.

He was alive...

..but the fog had sent him mad.

He couldn't even remember
his own name.

His nets were empty.

Are the candles really necessary?

We're saving energy.

Well, I can't see.

So this was the same beach
where I saw the fog?

The very same.

I heard this story
when I was at Brownies,

except it wasn't a fisherman,
it was a rum smuggler.

Maybe it was both.

All sorts of people might need
to make a deal with the devil.

Even priests. I say we concentrate
on the evidence we have.

Sir, you found something
in Father Michael's notebook.

Er, yes, yes, a, um,
a name and telephone number.

Probably nothing,
but worth looking into.

"Peas, sweetcorn, porridge..."

Er, no, sorry,
that's Selwyn's dinner.

There.

OK. On it, sir.

And the phone company
got back to us.

They triangulated
the last known position

of Father Michael's phone
to Cannons Cove

on the night he went missing.

Right, so, we know he was there.

We know he needed money,

from what the other priest
told Sergeant Williams,

and you found cash on the beach.

That doesn't explain why he was
marching on the spot like a lunatic.

And if that money came from him,
then what was it for,

and where did he get it from?

If not the devil.

Margo, we're the police.

A Faustian pact
is not a proper line of inquiry

in a missing person's case.

The greatest trick the devil pulled
was convincing us he didn't exist.

Really?

Yeah. Oh!

Oh, God.

What on earth are you doing?

You don't live here any more,
Humphrey.

Yes, I remember that now.
Thank you, Anne.

So exactly how ready for bed
were you?

Let's just say I was pre-pyjamas.

You were naked? Almost.

Luckily, I had
my Glastonbury pants on.

A tad snug, as you know,
but they covered the essentials.

You can laugh, Martha,
but this means

I can never see your mother
ever again.

I have to leave the country.

How was she, though? I mean, once
she got over the shock.

A little ashen. I meant on the boat.

Oh, um, well, she seems to have
settled in quite nicely.

You all right?

Robbery at St Barnabas?

Yes, sorry, I've had
a bad night's sleep.

Kelby told me you don't want him
to follow up on the break-in.

Oh, I just want to move on.
I haven't got the headspace.

You're still worried there's
not enough of us to go round?

A bit. I mean, we can hardly
make time for each other,

let alone a foster child.

Look, if you want to have a rethink,
now is the time.

I'll understand.
You don't feel the same?

I feel that you make space and time

for the things you really
care about.

And to prove it, let's make time for
each other tonight.

I will cook.
Come straight from work.

Mwah! It's a date.

I might invite Mum.

The bursar was emptying the safe
to go to the bank, and straight away

she realised there was a large
amount of money missing.

Do you know how much?

Over £10,000.

Sorry to interrupt. Do you mind
if I get your fingerprints,

just so I can rule them out?

Why do you keep so much money
on-site?

Last week,
we had a fundraising night,

a silent auction for the parents.

Sorry again, I just need to
know who else uses this safe?

Senior staff.

Does that include housemasters?

Yes, that's where we keep any
contraband found in the boys' rooms.

So Father Michael would have
had access to this safe?

Really, Detective.
He's a man of God.

What does he want with £10,000?

Answer that question
and we'll most likely know

why Father Michael was
solivagant on the moor.

Solivagant?

Very good.

To wander alone.

However, I think perhaps

noctivagant might be more apposite -

to wander at night.

Could somebody please tell me what
is happening to find Father Michael?

We've got a team searching
the moor, and the coastguard

is patrolling the waters
around Cannons Cove.

Why Cannons Cove?
What would he be doing there?

That's precisely
what's been puzzling us.

This video was taken of Father
Michael a few nights

before he went missing.

Good heavens. He looks like he's
gone stark raving mad.

Who took this video?
That is not important.

What we need to know
is what is he doing,

why it might necessitate him
stealing £10,000,

and where is he now?

So, I called that number you
found in Father Michael's book.

Turns out it was
an estate agent from Leeds.

Leeds. He's from Leeds, isn't he?

Yeah, he was looking for a flat,
apparently.

So he was planning on leaving here.

Looks like it. Oh! If you need boots
on the ground in Leeds,

then just say.

It might not be necessary,
Kelby.

Well, I'd be happy to, honestly.

I've never been further north
than Swindon.

Inspector.

I'll get these back to the station.

Inspector, I know I come across
as a tough old boot,

but I do care about Father Michael,
I really do.

But my priority always has to be
the school.

Why do you have to choose?

You probably know about
the regrettable malversation

that was discovered here.

I'm sorry, but could you please just
use normal words like normal people?

Several governors were embroiled

in a cash for admissions
investigation.

Nearly closed the whole place
down.

So, when I ask for discretion,
it's for good reason.

You understand. No, I don't.

Either you want to find
Father Michael,

or you want to protect
the school reputation.

Why do you have to choose?

Let's take another look at the cove.

Oh, Mum.

What does one buy for someone
who's been broken into?

I bought flowers.

Oh, they're lovely, thank you.

All our vases were smashed, though,
so we'll have to improvise. Oh...

So how did you sleep? Terribly.

That full moon kept me awake.

Wasn't a moon last night.

There was in my room. Oh!

Humphrey is mortified.

He has nothing to be ashamed of.

Mum! I am changing the subject
immediately.

How are you settling in?
Oh, fine, fine.

Richard's coming over tomorrow
to help set up the TV.

Maybe I was too quick
to judge him.

He makes me happy, Motty.

I don't know what will happen
with him, but...

..but I know for the first time
since your dad died...

..I feel like my life is going
forward and not back.

That's good, Mum. I'm happy for you.

Mm? I am.

You need to trust my instincts.

I'm a wise old bird, you know.

If you say so.

He did actually invite me
to this thing tonight,

an art do in Calstock.

Are you going?

Well, no, it...

It didn't seem right.

Oh, Mum, just go, please.

Dad wouldn't care.
He always hated his birthday.

Really?

You don't mind?

Since when has that ever mattered?
Don't be ridiculous.

I don't mind, Mum.

They say sea air makes you tired.

Sorry.

Bad night's sleep.

New bed not quite right?

No, it's very comfy.

Just couldn't fall asleep. Strange.

Maybe it was Margo's ghost story.

OK, let's just totally,
you know, blue sky this.

Father Michael had been recruited by
a county lines gang

who were bringing drugs
into Devon via the beach.

And him marching was a signal to the
gang that the coast is clear.

They're bringing the drugs
to the shore and he takes them

wherever they need to go.

The drug-running priest.

You buy that?
Not in a million years. Huh.

Did you see that house yesterday?
Can't say I did.

Then there was that sea fog.

Right.

Blinking oil leak...

Hello?

Ow! Er...

Sorry. Have you come about
the caravan?

Cos I won't take
less than 200 for it.

We're not interested
in the caravan. OK, fine.

150. We're police, sir.

We're investigating the
disappearance of a teacher

from St Barnabas.

Oh, I see. Here's a picture.

You ever see anyone
who looks like this?

No, but I don't see
many people, to be honest.

So this is Old Harry's Farm?

Does that make you Old Harry?

The current Old Harry, yeah,

like my father and his father
before him.

Do you live alone?
I do, since my daughter died.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

What about the next Old Harry?

There won't be one.

Family history ends with me.

The, er, the missing man,
Father Michael,

he was spotted on the beach
near here

a few days before he disappeared.

His behaviour was peculiar.

It was late at night and he was seen
marching on the spot all by himself.

This land can get inside your head.

Have you ever heard the story
of the devil on the rocks? Yes.

You spend long enough in these
hills, and you begin to believe it.

I hope you find him.

Margo.

They found him. The teacher.

They found him.

Is he, um...? Alive? Just about.

The RNLI picked him up adrift in a
fishing boat a couple of hours ago.

What happened to him?
They don't know.

The man's lost his mind.

Couldn't even say his own name.

I said all along,
beware the devil on the rocks.

What time was this?

Oh, er, he's over there.

Right. Did he say anything?

Father Michael.

It's very good to see you.

Who are you?
I'm Detective Inspector Goodman.

Are you able to tell us
what happened?

Do you remember
what happened to you?

I...

I don't know.

Who are you?

OK, don't worry.

Paramedics are going to
take you to hospital, OK?

You're going to be fine.

Kelby. What do you know?

OK, so the paramedics reckon

he's suffered from some kind of
blunt force trauma to his head,

so there's no way of knowing
if he was attacked

or it was by accident.

What did he have on him?
It's weird.

His trouser pockets were full
of nothing but sand,

but we found a phone
in his coat pocket.

I started making notes of
a text exchange I found.

"Can we speak?"

Michael replies, "I don't think
that's a good idea."

Reply reads,
"This is important. Please.

"Usual place tonight? M."

Any idea who 'M' is?

The number is not saved in his
phone, but the estate agent in Leeds

sent me a chain of emails.

Er, I printed them all off.

Margo wasn't happy.

But apparently, Father Michael
found a place he liked,

but he asked for more time
to get a deposit together.

The money he needed.

He was thinking of moving back home.
But why?

On one of the emails
he CC'd another address.

See, I reckon
he's done it by accident,

cos it's nowhere else. See?

MT97@cellchat.com.

Margo's finding an address, but, um,

the only thing we've got now is a
name - Marie Trevellan.

Marie? That's right, sir.

Could be a coincidence, I suppose.
I don't believe in them.

Any other texts,
apart from this exchange?

One, the night he went missing.

Can I see it? Yes, sir.
Should be charged.

Look.

"Pleas come tonite insted. Urgent."

See, I've called that number.
No-one answers.

OK. Excellent work, Kelby.

Thank you, sir. I-I guess

you couldn't have done without me,
right?

Done without you?

It's just, only,

Margo said there might be
redundancies.

Right. OK.

Look, the Chief Super is
smart enough to know the difference

between the cost of something
and the value of it.

Do you understand?

Do not worry about your job,
Kelby. You are priceless.

Right, what's next? Thank you, sir.

Er, I think we need to find out
how Michael knew this Marie,

and seeing as he lives and works in
the same place,

in the middle of nowhere,
I vote we start there. Good plan.

I heard the wonderful news.

He'll be OK? He's just getting
checked over now.

What on earth was he doing
on a boat? We're working on that.

Father, do you know anyone
by the name of Marie Trevellan?

Yes! She used to work
in the library.

She left a few months ago now.

We believe Father Michael
may well have been planning

to quit his job here
and move in with Marie.

It's possible that's what he needed
the advance on his pay for.

I see.

Father, do you think it's possible
Michael might have stolen the money

from the school to pay
for this flat?

I don't.

If you're right about him
and Marie having relations,

then...he wouldn't be the first
priest to fall in love.

But to steal thousands of pounds,

I can't see what would drive him to
such a thing.

Do you know exactly when she left?

I think it would have been
September last year.

Oh, sorry, we're closed today.
Oh, OK.

Zoe, please go home.

You're making me look bad.
I'm nearly done.

At least sit down for five minutes.

Thanks for this. It's cool.

# Everything's going to be
all right... #

Sometimes the radio plays
just the right song

at the right time.

Actually, it's a playlist.
I put it on.

Oh, cool. It's my dad's song. Uh...

Oh? Well, er, Mum said it's the song
he sang to me

the first time he held me.

Aww, that's lovely, Zoe.

Suppose it's...it's a bit soppy,
really.

No, it's not.

That's the thing
when you lose someone.

You need to take whatever you can of
them and keep it with you.

I'm sure he'd be very proud of you.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to upset you.

You didn't. I'm...I'm OK. I'm fine.

Can you just stop being nice?

I'm really sorry.

What?

It was... It was just a few
other people.

We wanted somewhere to revise,
and I said we could go here,

cos I had the keys. I just
wanted to impress this boy.

It was so stupid. I don't even
fancy him that much.

Zoe, it's OK. It's not OK.

The boy Jack, he told everyone
on his football WhatsApp group,

and they all thought it was a party,

and suddenly there's like 50 people
here. I know.

I told them to stop, no-one was
listening. I didn't even know half

of them, and then they just started
trashing... Zoe, I know.

What? I saw your hoodie hanging up
yesterday.

I knew you left wearing it
the night of the break-in,

but when you arrived the following
day, you didn't have it.

So I realised you must have been
back in the building at some point.

Can't you just shout at me
like a normal person?

I'm not saying
I'm not angry with you,

but I also know I did 100 stupid
things growing up,

and pretty much all of them
were because of some boy.

I like having you here, Zoe.

I didn't want us to fall out.

What about Mum?

Well, I'm sure she's got enough
on her plate.

Maybe she doesn't need anything else
to worry about.

OK, so two people meet
at work and fall in love.

Happens every day.

Except on this occasion,
he is a Catholic priest,

and work is a strict boarding school
with a reputation to protect.

They had to keep it secret
at all costs.

But when she texted him,
it was as if they were strangers.

Look.

"Can we speak?" "I don't think
that's a good idea."

They weren't together
when she sent him this message.

He deleted her number.

He'd broken his vow of celibacy
as a priest.

His career was on the line.

He didn't want the relationship
to continue. So what changed?

What was so important
that she needed to meet?

I don't know.

I've got it. I've worked it out.

Have you? Yes. I know why I couldn't
sleep last night.

Oh. No, I couldn't sleep
on dry land because

I'd got used to being rocked
to sleep.

Like a baby!

Look at the timeline. She left the
school, then nine months later

she gets back in touch with
Father Michael to tell him

she has something important to say.

"You're a father."

Whatever threat to his career
as a priest this posed,

he still loved their baby.

We know this because we saw
the CCTV of him

returning every other night
after lights out to meet Marie

and their baby
right here at the beach.

OK, so why, when Roddy saw him on
the beach,

was Father Michael alone?

She was looking after
a newborn baby on her own.

She must have been exhausted.

When they met up here, it was so
Father Michael could see the baby,

and also Marie could get
some respite.

The sound of the sea and the
marching

must be just what happens
to get the baby to sleep.

I used to have to put the washing
machine on to get Zoe down.

Hi, Margo.

OK, so I've got an address
for this Marie Trevellan.

Old Harry's Farm.

Are you sure?
We were there earlier today.

It's what the phone company told me.

She lives there with
Harry Trevellan.

What? So Marie is
Old Harry's daughter?

He said his daughter was dead.

Marie's his granddaughter.

And you know that's only a few
hundred yards from Cannons Cove.

What did I say? Beware the devil...

Yes, thanks, Margo.

So now what?

We go back to Old Harry's Farm.

He lied to us,
and I think I know why.

What are you doing?

DI says I'm priceless.

Ha!

You see, telling us about Marie
would lead us to the truth.

This old man loses his daughter,

brings his granddaughter up
as his own, and her baby too.

He loves her, of course.

Even names his little
fishing boat after her.

But then one day,
Marie and Father Michael

decide to blow their own secret
and move in together.

With that goes any chance of
someone taking over the farm,

passing on the family legacy.

But worse than that, it would mean
he was up here on his own.

Remember what he said, about how
these hills get inside your head?

He was scared of being alone.

You think Old Harry
attacked Father Michael

and put him in that boat?
His boat. Yes.

He has motive and opportunity.

But it was Marie
who texted Father Michael

asking him to come to the beach
on the night he went missing.

Marie's phone sent
Father Michael a message.

Doesn't mean she wrote it.

That last text is all caps and
littered with spelling mistakes.

She's a librarian. She's book-smart.

She doesn't make spelling mistakes
like that.

I think Old Harry sent that text
to lure Father Michael to the beach.

Old Harry is the devil on the rocks.

Sir.

It's her.

Marie?

My name is
Detective Inspector Goodman.

This is DS Williams.

We need to talk to you
about Father Michael.

What about him?

What's happened? He's in hospital.

He was found earlier today
adrift in a small boat

with a serious head injury.

Will he be OK? Don't worry,
he's going to be fine.

We'll have a car come and take you

to the hospital whenever you're
ready, OK? Marie, we need to ask,

did you send Father Michael
a text on Thursday night,

asking to meet him up here? No.

We agreed not to text each other.

It was too risky.

Marie, we think your grandfather

attacked Father Michael
and put him in that boat.

That's a lie!

I saw you coming. I knew what this
was all about. Grandad.

They're saying you attacked Michael.

No, I didn't, I swear. I just wanted
to ask him if he would...

..leave us be.

He tripped and...hit his head.

Father Michael was willing
to give up everything

to be with Marie and their baby,
and the only thing you could think

of doing was asking him
to change his mind?

That's all you did?

It wasn't all you did, was it,
Harry?

Because you went to the school
first.

Oil stains.

Your car is leaking oil, and when we
arrived at St Barnabas yesterday,

one of the students, Roddy...

Morning, sir. Morning.

..was cleaning oil stains
from the car park.

You went there to confront
the school,

threatened to expose the affair.

Goddard couldn't let another scandal
hit the school.

So what did she do, Harry?

She panicked.

Tried to buy your silence

with the cash she knew
was sitting in the safe.

Ten grand to stay quiet.

That true, Grandad?

Well... Did she bribe you?

Well, I had to take it, kid. I don't
blame you for taking it.

But why did you then have to get
Michael up on the beach like that?

Cos what is ten grand

when I'm here without you,
Marie?

This ain't no place if you're alone.

So you took your bribe and
tried to bribe Michael with it.

That's why we found the money
on the beach. He wouldn't have it.

Of course he wouldn't.
He loves his family.

You can't buy me off like that.

He's my son. Take it.

Please.

This was the last hope
of a desperate man.

It got physical.

Take it!

Not because you were
trying to hurt him...

..but because you were so eager for
him to take your money.

I panicked.

I thought he was already dead.

You dragged him across the beach.

That's why his pockets
were filled with sand.

You put him in that boat
and pushed him out to sea.

I didn't mean for things
to turn out this way.

It all fell apart in my hands,
and I...

I couldn't tell the truth!

You're not the only one.

Welcome, welcome.
Thank you so much for coming.

It would be my pleasure
to show you

just a snippet
of all the wonderful things

we can offer your children
here at St Barnabas.

Has anyone got any questions
at this stage?

I do.

Um...

Sorry.

Right. Detective, would you be so
good as to wait in my office?

Can't do that, I'm afraid.

Marion Goddard, I'm arresting
you on suspicion of theft

and obstructing
a police investigation.

You do not have to say anything, but
it may harm your defence if you do

not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on
in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

I don't understand.

I'm saying you deliberately
facilitated impedimenta

in order to disoblige our inquiry.
That make sense?

You can't know that. Course I can.
I know everything.

I even know where Old Harry
parked his car

when you tried to pay him off.
That not enough?

OK, I will use pictures.

Father Brian helpfully
has just given us this.

Here's Harry five days ago arriving
to confront you about the affair,

and here he is 20 minutes later

returning with a big bag
full of cash.

We already have your prints,

so it should be easy
to match them to the bag.

In the car, please.

If you think I'm wearing those,

Constable, you've got
another think coming.

I'm a Sergeant,
and you're under arrest.

This has all been
a terrible misunderstanding.

I shall be back
in about 20 minutes.

There are biscuits!

Thought I might find you here.

I just wanted to say thank you.

Your help was crucial
in finding Father Michael.

Cool.

I doubt it'll get Goddard
off my back, though.

Oh, I don't think Mrs Goddard

is going to give you
any more trouble.

Listen, maybe you'll come to
love it here, maybe you won't.

But your parents love you,
I'm sure of that.

So if you're unhappy,
just talk to them.

I can't. You can.

Talking is always the first step
in making things right.

No, I mean literally I can't.

You've still got my phone.

Oh, right, yes, of course.
Sorry.

Thank you, sir.

I think you'll be all right, Roddy.

You're a smart and likeable
young man.

When you find your thing,
there'll be no stopping you.

Sorry, what?

Doesn't matter.

It's rather beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

I love those big, bold brushstrokes,

wild, like the sea.

I have to admit, I don't normally
come to this sort of thing.

What I know about art you could
fit on a Post-it note.

Trick is to say something
with enough confidence,

then people assume you know
what you're talking about.

Like a man.

Exactly.

Ah, finally.

I sent my husband off
20 minutes ago for a refill.

Peter, over here.

Hello, Anne.

Hello...Peter.

You two know each other?

Yes.

Peter and I are old colleagues.

We used to work together
at the museum.

Oh, really?

I don't recall Peter
mentioning an Anne.

Were you at the retirement drinks?

No.

Well, to be honest,

we didn't really work together
for long.

Well, Anne, it's been so wonderful
to see you again

after all these years.
I know.

Seems like only yesterday.

So are you based in London, Anne?

No, I'm in Shipton Abbott.

Oh, lovely, you're just up the road.

We should have you round
for dinner some time.

Bring your other half. Oh, I'm
single at the moment, I'm afraid.

My husband passed away.

Oh, gosh, there's me
putting my foot in it again.

Peter's always saying
I have foot-in-mouth disease.

Honestly, you don't need
to apologise.

Well, must mingle.

Nice to meet you. Absolutely.

Goodbye, Peter.

You don't think I upset her, do you?

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, look, there's...
I must just have a word. Oh, right.

Anne, wait.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were coming.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Well, surprise!

Was any of it real?

Or were you just stringing me
along the whole time?

No. It...

It's complicated.

I was going to talk to you about it.

I'm sorry. Not as sorry as I am.

I thought you were cooking.

And I did.

With a little help
from my friend Mario.

Well, this place looks better
than last time I was here.

Zoe and I have been
on a bit of a journey

these last couple of days.

OK. In a good way?

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

So, Hannah called.

The fostering panel have
recommended we're approved.

We should get final confirmation
in the next couple of days.

Oh, well done us.

Are you happy? Yes, I am.

I'm sorry I had a bit of a wobble.

We are busy, but I really want this.

For the rest of our lives,

I don't think we'll do anything as
important. I agree.

Looks as though we may need
another glass.

What's happened?

So much for being a wise old bird.

Oh, Mum.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Mum.

There's no time for breakfast. I've
got a wedding to plan, remember?

I'm worries about you.
Oh, don't be silly.

She's using the wedding planning to
take her mind off it.

Classic deflection.

I've ordered a dozen of these!

You promised not to get mad.
You're 16 years old.

I heard a scream so I ran towards it

and found this poor woman
just lying there.

I thought Mum would understand,
but she just flew off the handle.

It must've been a shock to her.

Missing a bow, are we?

The plot thickens!

It doesn't leave this room?

I swear.