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The Peace and Quiet of the Northwest Village of Finkot has been shattered by a gruesome

discovery. According to sources, a grave digger working at the church has unearthed the

remains of a human skeleton.

Anna?

The remains of the portably shouldn't be there.

Anna?

My project is acting.

You are?

It's a chat.

What were telling?

Well, they're actually conceived forensic officers are busy at work trying to establish

exactly what happened. The remains were discovered by a local grave digger, John Preston,

who worked with the church for over 10 years. Investigators now need to establish two

years of life.

I've got your balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

I've got to balance missing any time.

Isn't that your old church?

Yes, it is.

I've gone the better.

It turned out it was another coffee.

I knew one should have been in there because it was double grave, but it should have been

much deeper in the ground.

There was enough room to fit the new one on top.

That's going back to horn, isn't it?

I'm going back to horn, haven't you?

I'm going back to horn.

Reverend Wilson.

Very nice.

There's a graveyard.

This is a graveyard, Mr Preston.

Surely it's not unusual to find old boats from types types.

What?

That body had not undergone a proper berry.

Can we move along, please?

There's nothing to see here.

Can you confirm this is a designated crime, see?

You know, I'm not allowed to say that.

Can we move along?

Guilty.

What?

By the cross.

A matter of conscience, perhaps.

Guilty.

That's it.

I give up.

Right.

I won't be long.

And if Jack gets peckish, there's some nibbles in here.

Okay, now.

See you later, Dad.

Go on.

Jack.

Jack.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

I'm going to go to the house.

Jack.

You'd be good for Grand grandpa.

No.

Bye darling.

Guilty.

Jack.

You played with me, see?

Okay.

Jack.

You played with me, see?

Okay.

Charles, we need to talk.

Is it a

something?

Is it a

hen?

Is this a

something?

Can I have a word?

I'm sorry, Robert.

I need to let Peter help.

I just wanted to say how sorry I am.

But that Mr. Simpson?

He's not dead, brethren.

The most are pity.

Perhaps we can talk more privately, maybe inside, away from Italy as...

Mrs. Evans, need to go Peter Hall.

Mrs. Simpson, come inside. Just for a moment, please.

Sometimes for reasons beyond our comprehension, we do find ourselves in situations that will test our faith.

Answer me this, Reverend. How can God possibly justify this?

I wish he told me.

So you could pray for us?

The church is a sanctuary, Mrs. Simpson. I could have made inquiries, maybe even found you a safe place to go.

In this village, you have no idea.

Have a love, Peter. Time to go.

And was the home.

Go.

And till those feet will ancient time,

walk upon England's mountain.

If you'll excuse me.

Here, that joke.

Which one's the past?

Salimito.

Go on, then.

Piss off.

Back to where you came from.

Why don't they like us, Mum?

Darling, it's not. It's me.

It's because of the way at all.

It's not like I do want to, right?

Wait here.

Hello?

Anybody there?

Please?

It's Anna.

I want to tell her that would be before we heard from you.

It's Jack with you by any chance.

I wouldn't tell you what. If I don't know, calling here, that's you calling it after all.

Someone has changed the locks to the house. I don't know what to do.

Go back in Germany and leave my son at home. He wants something more to do with you.

Please.

Don't call here again.

Stop!

This is Mummy's special medicine.

Are you poorly?

Just a little out of sorts. That's all sweetheart.

But this... this belonged to your grandpa.

M-A-R, far.

Frateric, Anton, or Oslah. That was his name.

Where is he now?

In heaven.

Come here and see him.

No, we can't, sweetheart. Heaven is a special place where people go to be with God.

Like Reverend Wilson's church.

Yes, darling.

Like Reverend Wilson's church.

Oh, who's that now?

Newsons.

Come here.

Yes?

Is Reverend Welsnett home?

And what's it concerning?

Oh, you better come in.

Reverend?

Reverend...

Mrs. Simpson!

And her son.

For me.

I've managed to get your master Simpson settled.

He's so confused, poor soul.

They're bruises all over him.

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

The Sims have a father.

Jack Simpson.

Are you sure?

He seems such an affable fellow.

And settles in.

I'll have to stay here well for the time being at least.

Have the vicarage.

Well, they have nowhere else to go.

But she's...

She's what? Missy?

Well, German.

People have not forgotten, you know.

You do realize you'll have to notify the out-of-the-day?

Wherever for?

Mother and child,

stay under this roof.

People will talk.

Can you run to the bar?

In.

Here, Brenda.

This patch is too late.

Do you want to know?

All right, Mom.

Oh, no, Frank, don't know.

Hello?

Mrs. Simpson, I'm not in here.

Frank!

Oh, dear.

Mr. Jim, I like my mind, Bill.

Millie, what the hell are you doing?

You want to finish me off?

I'm so sorry.

You'll be getting me this, huh?

All right.

Oh, Liv.

Nothing. You're a good cup of tea, wings, won't you?

I'm pretty sad, sir.

I'm talking about Mrs. Simpson by your chance.

Is it our phone? Yes, yes.

All right.

Mind your only boots on my floor.

Sorry, Brenda.

What's for lunch? I'm starving.

Well, I don't need those scuffing at all. I did last time.

Where'd I die?

Come on, Bill.

See you later, Liv.

I'm your little friend.

Oh, my God.

Men, quiet.

Anyway, you were saying I'm a Simpson.

Oh, dread former man.

God knows what Jackson says.

Thinking of marrying her.

Morning, Miss Evans.

Remember?

She'll even be allowed in the country after what her lot did to her.

Now, I won't have tart like that in my sharp, innocent price.

What? You heard?

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

Off you pop, then.

Give my love to the co-op.

Listen, don't be so rude. Brenda didn't mean it.

Did you, Brenda?

Anyway, I heard you ran off into someone else's.

Did you know?

Oh, come on, Brenda.

Your wife must have said something to you, surely.

As far as I know, we just up to left.

And it is noticing, and that other.

Just goes to show.

You never know what comes on behind closed doors, behind enemy lines.

Do feel sorry for the little one, Lord.

Drag from pillow to post.

Wonder where she's taking him.

A long way from here, I hope.

If you must know, they're with us at the fig on each.

And you'll kindly refrain from I'll gossip

while I run to our care.

I'm sorry, Brenda.

You take this for me.

I need a breath of fresh air.

Tacked full as ever?

Well, you won't rid of her as much as we do.

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

Now, are you gonna buy something, are not?

Pudding.

Hello, girl.

Hey, hello.

How are you?

Hello.

How is she?

Much the same.

Right.

I'm a scholar.

Say how she is.

Before you do.

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

In the village.

All right.

All right.

All right.

All right.

Back to your desk.

The fun is over.

Simpson.

I should have guessed.

It wasn't me, sir.

No, it never is, is it?

And I suppose that wasn't your fault either.

No, sir.

And Master's obvious.

Now.

She's so devoted to him.

No, you're going soft.

She's doing what any mother would do.

I wouldn't know.

No, I'm sorry, darling.

There.

Good as new.

Now, that wouldn't help to bet for you.

She means get to bed.

To as she says.

I'll be up to read your story in a minute.

And no more fighting.

You wasn't my fault.

And no more answering back.

Come on.

Everything all right?

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

Well, time's a great either.

Tell the two, Peter.

You want a show ring?

That'd be nice.

You've seen the bottle.

She'll be a little bit covered.

Did Mr. Simpson come back downstairs after beating went to bed?

Not that I know of.

I had to go back to bed.

I had to go back to bed.

Where did you go?

Oh, I didn't know you were going to.

I didn't know you were going to.

I don't know where to go.

I'm going to go back to bed.

Not that I know of.

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

Oh, heavens.

That's all we need.

It was a drop of Sherry.

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

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

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

What are you doing?

You can't do this.

Please, God!

Hello, hello.

Rita, what are you doing?

I'm going to start to talk with you.

Why are you making this?

Will you let me out?

Well, I don't have to kill you, Mom. I don't have to kill you.

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

Locking her away like that.

I'm not locking her away.

What else do you call it?

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

I was 10 years old.

And you still haven't learned.

You've taken any old way from stray.

Think you're doing good like it and end up causing more damage than not.

That's not fair.

Well, it did die.

Why can't you do what any normal person would and call the doctor?

Because she's been through enough already.

For heaven's sake.

On your head, be it.

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

You know very well why.

Here we are then.

Eat it all up like a good girl.

Mommy, I got the key.

Peter.

Quickly mommy.

Oh, thank God.

It's just on some kind of sky.

I don't think so.

Come on.

Jeff!

and

oh

Oh, Peter, go back, go back. Do what she says.

Oh, yeah, the light is in.

Turned up. Oh, wait. No, no, wait.

No, no, wait.

No, no, no.

Mrs. Simpson, what a know-thing you're doing in there.

Come on.

Well, if you woke him out...

Well, now, then, what's all this about here?

Those bruises.

Am I right in thinking that was your husband?

And Peter's as well?

Yes.

But why?

I don't know where to start.

I always find the beginning is the best place.

Let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

Let me hear you whisper.

Jake and I met in Berlin when he was stationed there.

I was working in a bar.

And you succumbed to his charms.

Yes.

Okay.

In your eyes so true.

Let me call you sweetheart.

Bloody mess, isn't it?

All this?

Yeah.

It will help, trust me.

I don't drink.

Okay.

Come on.

It's an acquired taste.

Jack Simpson.

I know, Miss.

No.

Please, to meet you, I know, Rosemary.

Come on.

I'm going to work.

What's up?

What's wrong?

I've never done this before.

Do you want me to stop?

When I told him I was expecting, he stood by me.

Most men would have run a mile.

I had no choice.

You understand?

You had to protect Peter.

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

There was anything but...

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

You do know that.

Peter was almost five when Jack was discharged.

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

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

Although I, Peter and I were stuck in a hellhole.

Why didn't he send for you?

He did eventually, but Jack lost everything when we arrived because of where Peter and I are from, because of their war.

This is not, and that has been, your fault. You do understand that?

Oh, oh.

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

This was his bedroom, once upon a time.

He was a lovely little boy, very shy. He had himself to himself a bit like your Peter.

His father was the local vicar.

Now there was a stern line, nothing like Charles.

He held very Victorian values.

Please!

Oh, he's got him.

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

For the silliest of things.

It hardly seemed fair. Where was his mother?

She died, giving birth to Charles.

And his father never let him forget it.

Oh, I did my best for them.

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

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

Why did he stay?

You do anything to protect Peter, yes?

There's your answer.

What a shame.

I seem to have misled the key to your rule.

You will do that for me.

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

Then let's say no more about it.

And not a word of this to the Reverend.

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

It is that necessary.

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

We had a good lunch at this morning.

And I honestly think she's turned to go on it.

All right. All right. You win.

But finally he sees sense.

But if you do find that key.

Or you'll be the first to know.

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

Or she now.

Yes.

ables to Daily.

Woops Tam lab.

Uarn S metro.

Oxygen.

Open Fenn.

He's been in the wars.

He used to belong to my brother.

I'll take him upstairs in a minute.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Oh.

I'm sorry that we...

we treated you the way we did.

I didn't know what else to do.

Do you want to know the reason why I drink?

Mm-hmm.

It helps me to forget.

I'm seeing as the enemy here.

But what people say to realize is that

there are casualties on both sides.

I lose my mother, my grandparents,

and my brother.

All in one day.

He was only eight years old.

I named Peter after him.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

It seems to be one on list of burst-desk and marriages at the moment.

No, you go and do your job and that you do mine.

I wear it with you now. Go on.

I said...

I say...

There's only one savior, reverend,

because you well know.

Miss Britchen?

Oh, reverend.

How are you?

Well, considering...

Do well.

Thank you.

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

Lord gave, and that Lord has taken away.

Jube, chapter 1 verse 21.

Yes.

I do know my Bible, Reverend.

I'm sure you do.

Now, if there's anything I can do.

Yes.

There is something, actually.

Both came into this world together,

Mary and I.

Twins.

When my time comes, I should like to be late to rest with her.

But would that be possible?

Leave it with me.

Peter!

You're a cheeky monkey.

Is Anna Romeo?

Anna now, is it?

I'm sorry.

Well, this time yesterday, it was Mrs Simpson.

But as it happens, no. I've not heard a peep.

You haven't checked.

I thought it best to let us leave.

Anna?

Anna?

Missy?

It's Anna.

Call the doctor.

Thank you, Miss Evans.

Doctor.

She has alcohol poisoning, Reverend.

If you haven't found her when you did.

Let's just say it could have ended very badly.

Well, I have other patients to attend to,

so I'll meet you good day, Reverend.

Miss Evans?

When I did warn you, I'd best go up and see how she is.

No, you won't.

You've done enough, don't you, one day?

I beg your pardon?

I beg your pardon?

It wasn't your care, Missy.

That, when I thus have drunk my most ill of perfect peace,

I may arise renewed in soul and body, intellect and will,

equal to cope with life, what air it's mood.

How dare you go through my personal effects?

How dare you lie to me? You have all people.

I stand by what I did.

So none of this is your fault?

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

Oh, Charles, you are so naive sometimes.

I want you to leave.

You hurt me.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

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I don't ever see thisya.

No, it is not me.

It went through my eyes.

It's actually since I didn't want everything.

I see it.

Wait a minute, Dr.

I'm not going to eat the beans.

Yes, that's ahead.

All right.

We'll go immediately.

Well, there we go..

It's very skeptical.

It's very nightmare.

I knowIBLE I want you to go the wrong way because of you.

LAUGHTER

Hey!

Oh no no

Whoo!

Miss Evans.

Miss Deulave.

Lovely to see you.

Will you be staying long?

Well, if I see you will.

I see.

Will that be all?

For now. Yes, thank you.

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and she I'll finish here.

Jamie, what's going on in the restaurant?

Grandma, wait.

Someone food.

Then sheckered on.

What would you do if the only dog would find theemen??

They all are expected and joyful?

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

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

leave you with the key.

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

It's change over day. Our best beginning back.

Love your enemies. Bless them, that curse.

Love your enemies. Good, for them that hate you.

Come on, we're going come on.

Hate for them, which despite being used you and persevered.

This path was chosen for me by my father. Now I question whether it is the right one.

In anger, I have turned my back on the only constant in my life. And now I find that my

parishioners have turned their backs on me. What else do you mean by bringing her here?

Well, because I open my home to a mother and her son. God has given me a family. Something

I never thought possible. And for the first time in my life, I have a sense of belonging.

I will do anything in my power to protect me. Anything.

Don't go too far.

This carousel, I have no congregation left. Maybe I should be left.

Oh, a pickle. No. This is all because of me. No, it's not. I'll tell you what this is.

It's a bigotry, pure and simple. People don't like you. They can find themselves another.

You don't mean that. Don't tell me.

Have you cast all the hate? Why? Because of me.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I declare thank-outs a chance church fate open.

Enjoy. I said enjoy.

See, I told you it would be fine. I was hoping for a bigger turnout. That is the start.

I'm sorry. Smile please, Reverend. No. Please.

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

Perfect.

Perfect.

Where's Peter? Inside the house. Why? Where do you think?

Is he being bullied again? I think so. Do you want me to have a word?

Not today. Let's keep things pleasant. So you would not believe the noise that those

who were making outside my shop, I had to go outside. I yelled down that street and said,

do you think I'm a kid of the noise? I don't know how the men in law have done this.

I'm glad you just got to have a word.

Oh, you're a good one.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Grandma. When you're self-abonesome.

Have you had too much punch, Mr. Pige?

Oh, thank you, did Mr. Pige? Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, yes, you did.

Why are you listening so much, Sophie?

Oh, I put this on.

No, not you, it's not.

Oh, you've had better.

I wonder why that is.

Nasty, narrow-minded.

Let's keep things pleasant.

Oh, I'm trying to, believe me.

Do you think you can persuade Peter?

I'll try.

I think it was nice.

Fancy dress, can't you make the way over here, please?

Nice straight line.

Come on.

Help him, you!

Dad!

Please, put her down now.

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

Now, move with God.

God, karma is fantastic.

Dad, you make that.

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

Hmm?

Come on, you paint.

From the little Nazi.

Talking of which?

And it comes without.

What about you?

Who made yours?

Daddy as well.

Dad, come on.

Dad, come on.

I'm sorry.

I've been hurt for you.

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

Certainly does.

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

I want you and Peter to come and live with me.

Permanently.

What?

But we can't.

Why not?

It wouldn't be fair.

There's a vacancy for a housekeeper.

Me?

Yes.

Oh, I'm a bit, I'm a bit sorry.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

I'm a bit, I'm a bit sorry.

Oh, give us hope.

Oh, you scared me.

I'm sorry.

Don't you like it?

Oh, my tasting music is a little more...concerned.

Then maybe it is time that the honour of a weapon wasn't brought in as a resistance.

What are you doing?

I know.

Mayor of the Stamps?

I can't.

I can't.

Let me be the judge of that.

Oh, I'm just sorry.

How do you go, are you?

I'm not.

I'm not there at all.

Really?

I must say this does feel a little...on author-dogs.

Where you are dancing here like this with you?

Oh.

Sorry.

Right, er...

This paperwork won't take care of itself.

Well, I do need to pop down to Brandart.

Right.

Would you mind keeping an eye on Peter for me?

Oh, no, of course not.

Of course not.

He's in the garden.

Right.

Please.

Hello.

What are you barking at?

What are you barking at?

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Peter?

Peter, come down.

What?

That's really so good.

Peter?

Peter?

Let's get here inside.

Nice.

It came from the place.

So the ceiling.

It's like picketing circus out there.

20, Bill.

Mike, did you mind?

Look at the family, the heaven ground here.

And you put more fancy.

You can't hear it on my shop.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Amy Park says she couldn't get a wink of sleep

and she was four boys.

No.

Don't know.

Hello, no.

Talk of the devil.

You have a grand right on you.

I did on a female.

At least she's a pain customer.

She's more than going to be said for you too.

Nothing broken.

You're a very lucky boy.

Where's Mummy?

She's shocking.

So you have to make sure you need me for a while.

Is that all right?

Does that mean you and my daddy know?

No.

But I do promise you I'll try and be the next best thing.

I'd like you to be my daddy.

You've got some rest.

What's that?

A boy.

There we are.

Here.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Art of your own things.

AJ.

Oh, thank you.

Congratulations on the new position, by the way.

Well, they'll sked her on quickly.

So they don't.

The reverends are lovely, man.

Oh, skip, am I?

I can't keep her own house.

Let alone anyone else's.

I...

Mrs. Simpson's had a tough time to be as well, you know.

Tough time.

Lord, in the upper, the vicarage.

Marty Vicar will might attempt you with something strong.

That's enough.

You should have seen her at the village.

Fate acting like she owned the clothes.

I was there, thank you.

She's going to get a nasty shot when she leaves that paper.

Oh.

Oh, she's there.

What happened?

It took a time to put your drink on.

He's fine.

Just a little sore.

Peter?

Peter?

darling?

It's Mommy.

Mommy?

A sweetheart, are you all right?

And he's been looking after me.

Daddy's not here now.

You can't wait to see her.

That's so sweet.

It used to be mine a long time ago.

I thought Peter might like him.

I'm sure he will.

How is he this one?

Still insisting on calling you, Daddy?

Well, I'll give you a few days.

He'll be right as well.

Oh, isn't that the article about a fate?

Yes.

Well, let me see you, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's gossiping, won't it?

Let's give him something to talk about.

A picnic.

You, me and Peter.

Don't go too far.

I won.

Penny?

I meant to...

Penny for your thoughts.

Um, it was a great day.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was just, I thought that...

I was just thinking...

thank you.

Your thoughts, and...

It means...

What are you thinking?

You and your expressions.

I was thinking...

I've never seen Peter this happy...

Good.

Must have been that bumped to the head...

I suppose so.

What about you?

What about me?

Are you happy?

to do and now look at me. I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been. I'm glad. But what

is it you say? All good things must come to an end. I must say. I want you to marry me.

What?

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

Thanks.

Hi. Come in.

Jack Simpson.

I like Brenda.

To know that you're doing back here. Or any self-respecting husband would be doing it. I'm looking for my wife.

Page eight. How's everything you need to know?

I'm here.

I forget who that was. What am I? A fortune, Tyler? Jack Simpson.

Which one are we already? You and me both.

Why do you have to spoil things? Like, come, they just stay the way they are.

Oh, spoil things.

And I say, I love you.

No, you don't. You, you love this. You love the idea of a family.

Anyway, you can't marry me. You've got your position to consider.

Then I'll give it up.

I'm serious, Anna. I have lost my standing in the community. I've lost my congregation.

I really think God's strength is telling us.

Just leave me alone, do you hear? Peter!

Anna doesn't leave me alone. Anna.

Look at Anna, what's this thing for now?

Anna, wait!

But what about daddy?

Reverend Wilson is not your daddy.

I'm sorry.

Sitmer, three, five, two.

Is my husband there?

Yes.

In just a moment.

In this heaven's, there's a Mrs Simpson on the telephone for you.

Anna?

Anna, what's wrong?

Charles?

I'm so sorry. I behaved a poorly.

Dad!

Daddy, who?

Is that what you think?

No, I think.

Shut up with a finger.

Listen, listen.

No, no. Even fingers.

Dad, you're hiding me.

I haven't even stopped you.

Dad, please!

Dad, stop!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad, come on, I heard you, man. Are you ready?

Anna, hold please.

Dad, well, and that's what you hear?

Dad!

Basically, it's...

Jack, some sense your husband, you say?

Yes.

Well, I'm sorry, Mama. I feel to see that any criminal being committed to you.

And a salt, of course.

If my wife took up with another man, that could have not, I would be there in knocking his door.

No offence, Reverend.

Anna was not taken up with me.

Anna, what's the new term to see?

Not you, as well.

As fun as I can see, no further action required.

Oh, you may want to take steps to remove that.

What's the come from your front door?

What have you started on, any world wars, no, do we?

Afternoon.

I'm glad you called in.

Why?

Had to visit yesterday.

That wayward husband of yours, you're so strong.

I sent him, Pachin.

Wow.

Walking out on either way he did, it's disgraceful.

It was very kind of fun.

Couldn't help wondering if he had something to do with those awful posters, though.

You haven't seen them.

Mrs. Simpson.

Mrs. Simpson, you're shocking.

You'll be all right, yeah, he's a good boy.

Help me.

What?

Jack Simpson as I live and breathe, look.

Someone has given you a generous tonight.

No.

Just my lucky night, that's all.

So I see.

He's Marie Hadsall.

I'm having a baby.

You're a baby.

Well, I wasn't expecting that.

Come on, Miller.

Where we going?

To Brenda's of course.

Milly.

Come on.

Do we have to?

You better watch her back.

Jack.

Hey, Jack.

Is it true you married a crowd?

What was it to you?

Around to your point, Bill.

Sure, catch you up.

What was that about?

He lost his brother in the war.

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

What you staring at?

Stop the bus.

I said stop the bus.

I have a vicarage to Reverend Wilson speaking.

I can't go home like this, Chaut.

Let's get you home.

Finko is home.

Come on.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

Why?

Because you're married.

What's wrong with me?

No, it wasn't.

I was just thinking.

I rent a penny for this.

Now you'll see.

Do you still want to know what I was thinking?

I was thinking.

How much I love you, Chaut.

Stay down again.

I love you.

Hey, how do you?

Hello.

Hello.

I'm only there.

I love you, Chaut.

Wilson.

John.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you, Chaut.

This is a new John.

Yes, yes.

Sorry, you, Grace.

Yes, it's Charles.

What happens if it's going on?

Who says when you nonsense driver's symbol potato?

Yes.

I'm afraid it is.

I have this wicked presence of heroism from the name.

She's walking in the area.

I need to see what will matter.

She'll be up on the stand.

Charles, will you even listen to me?

Charles?

I've got a train to catch.

Charles.

Missy?

Well, this is a surprise.

Hello, Charles.

What are you doing here?

Mrs. Simpson, Anna, telephoned.

And what did she say?

Enough for me to know that you need me here.

Are you planning a trip?

Oh, I've been summoned.

You're all a stinking.

Oh, I see.

Let's get a move on.

You don't want me to keep him waiting.

I've missed you.

Are you going to stay?

Do you want me to?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank Anna Simpson.

Delicide downer for the

the

Im going to the place

When you

Hi.

Hello, Anna.

I'm not going to actually use that, are you?

Thought not.

Still the same me can of the arm merit.

Don't say that.

I'll say what I bloody well like.

You're still my wife.

Not for a lot.

You mean your vicar?

It'll rescue you and your Aaron need.

Thing is...

I can't see him anymore.

All my son come to that.

Peter isn't here.

Then you won't mind if I'll take a look anymore.

Peter!

Peter!

Daddy's here to take you home.

Get off!

If you think I'm going to learn another man, raise my son.

Peter!

Where are you, son?

Peter!

Come out and play. Daddy's here.

He isn't here.

That's where.

Where is he there?

Where is he?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

There you are, brother.

Nice of you to join us.

Jack Simpson!

Evan, Sam, are you doing here?

Just exercising my marital rights.

He's lying.

Am I?

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

I said sit.

You see?

You see, you're not, Anna Simpson.

You still belong to me.

She belongs to no one.

Was I talking to you?

Who's going to be?

Who's going to be?

Please don't.

Shut up.

Down the hatch.

Let's just call it payback.

From the misery I've had to enjoy.

You see this?

You see this?

That's the reward I get for marrying you.

You see that?

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

Jack, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry!

It's not her fault.

Then whose fault is it?

Because it's not bloody mine.

Jack, stop.

I'm doing cheese.

Jack! Jack, stop!

No, Jack, please.

Who's this now?

No, stop me!

I don't want to...

No, no, no!

I don't want to...

No, no, no!

Jack, stop me!

Jack!

He's trying to marry.

There, there, love.

It'll be all right.

I promise.

That's the good one.

No.

Off to bed.

I'm going to say no more about it.

Promise me?

Peter, I need you to promise me.

I promise.

There's a good boy.

Off you go.

What have I done?

Oh, my dear.

You've done nothing.

Nothing at all.

There's taken my way from me.

Not if they don't know anything.

We have to protect Peter.

You understand what I'm saying?

Anna?

Take it out.

So...

Oh, shit.

Come on, today.

How are you about it?

Yes, I did.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hello.

Hello.

Come on.

We've still got lots to do.

Come on.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You sure you're not coming in?

I don't want to.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Hello, Missy.

To me, Charles.

Little Charlie Wilson, remember?

We've been through a lot, you and me.

Yes.

I'm going to go find the reference in this house, you know?

I think you were so much more than that.

You're my best friend.

You were rather right over that.

So I need to tell you something important.

Anna and I, remember Anna, or going away.

I'm going somewhere new.

I'm going to start again away from me, praying that it's just time.

Awesome.

I promise, I will visit something's account and I will write every single week.

Of course, Anna.

It'll be like I never will.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my love.

There's nothing to forget.

Anyway, in their service.

Everything all right.

Hello, son.

Where's Jack?

He's in the conservatory.

Your mother has something to tell you.

She's just popping upstairs for a nap.

Tell him.

What's going on?

He's better sit down.

He's out.

Do you remember much about when you were little around Jack's age?

Little bit.

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

It's just about that thing on TV.

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

Do you remember him?

Why are you saying this?

Charles is not your biological father.

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

Jack, Jack, the grown-ups are talking.

Sorry, Graham.

Jack.

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

I felt sure that part of you remembered somehow.

Why are you saying this?

Why now?

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

The newspapers?

Don't answer it.

I have to.

Mrs. Simpson?

Yes?

No, her name's Mrs. Wilson.

Peter, please.

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

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

Oh, God, forgive me.

Dad!

To whom you'd make him so.

I'm Charles Wilson, former reverend of the parish of St. Chads, Fennkert.

To confess to the murder of one Jack Simpson of St. Parrish, on the 21st August, 1950.

In no way were Anna Simpson or her son Peter aware of or involved in the act or subsequent cover-up of my actions.

I take full responsibility for the said crime.

May God forgive me.

Charles Wilson.

To confess to the murder of the church, the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.

To confess to the murder of the church is a crime.