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WAVES CRASH

POOL BALLS CLASH

OK, gentlemen, time for bed OTHERS GROAN.

Quick as you can, please.

Come on, come on.

Roddy, turn that TV off.

There's literally one minute left. Now!

RODDY SIGHS

Fine.

Thank you.

No rush. Night.

BELL TOLLS

WIND HOWLS

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. ♪

MUFFLED THUD, PAINED YELL

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.

SHE SIGHS

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.

PHONE RINGS

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...

PHONE RINGS ..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...?

HE MOUTHS SILENTLY

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.

WOMAN: 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.

GLASS CLINKS

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...

DOOR OPENS ..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.

HE CLEARS THROAT

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.

SHE CHUCKLES

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.

ALL: 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?

WHISPERS: 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.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

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.

QUACKING

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.

CLATTERING AND MUTTERING

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

GATE CLOSES

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.

RODDY LAUGHS

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.

MARGO: 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! HUMPHREY CHUCKLES.

PHONE CHIMES

Oh, God.

HE BLOWS OUT CANDLE

ANNE: What on earth are you doing?

HUMPHREY SCREAMS

CLATTERING

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.

PHONE BUZZES AND CHIMES

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.

HE YAWNS

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.

WIND CHIMES TINKLE

Right.

Blinking oil leak...

Hello? MUFFLED THUD.

Ow! Er...

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

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.

PHONE RINGS

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.

DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS

Kelby: 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.

ZOE SNIFFLES

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?

HE MUTTERS 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.

WAVES CRASH GENTLY

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.

PHONE RINGS

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.

WHIRRING

What are you doing?

WHIRRING

DI says I'm priceless.

SHE SCOFFS

WHIRRING

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.

OLD HARRY: 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.

SHE CHUCKLES 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.

OTHERS GASP

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.

LIGHT CHATTER

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.

SHE CHUCKLES 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.

ENGINE STARTS, HORN BEEPS

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.

HUMPHREY: Missing a bow, are we?

The plot thickens!

It doesn't leave this room?

I swear