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You lied to me.

It was the fishing rod.

I think I found Alfie's mum.

We should celebrate you too.

We're finding your mum.

Kathy, just trying to help. How dare you? I never asked you to do that. It's

your bloody mother.

To hell with you, Johnny.

Bloody vicars in their bloody moods.

You'd think with God on their side, they'd be a little bit more sanguine.

But no.

One tiff and it's like the world has ended.

I know exactly how this is going to go.

I've been here countless times.

With Sidney, with Will.

Now Alfie.

First, you'll talk.

Give me the silent treatment.

No pub.

No visit to the station.

I'll be persona non grata.

And next, be all the angst. The dramatic sighs, the self -recrimination.

What was me? I'm a terrible person.

And eventually, do you know who'll have to apologize?

You? Me.

Don't apologize, then. I'm not going to.

You'll apologize.

No, I won't.

Of course you will.

Do you know how I know that?

Because I've been here before too.

You moan about your vicars and their moods and then your brow gets all

sweet and furrowed and then you say you're sorry because you

are a big old softy.

Big old softy, eh?

You cried a bambi.

Find me a man who didn't.

I'm so sorry.

No, I am. I'm sorry. No, I said some terrible thing. You were angry.

No, I was rude and I was disrespectful and... I overstepped the mark. You

overstep the mark. It wasn't my place to find your mum. I should have been...

Grateful. I am grateful. It wasn't my decision to make.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

All in the past.

You're not a bad dad.

That's debatable. You're a great dad.

And you are a wonderful friend.

Ditto.

The friend bit, I mean. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.

Lift.

That'd be great.

Squares, Jack.

You said to cut them up.

It's triangles, not squares.

Does it matter?

Triangles are dainty.

Triangles are sophisticated.

Triangles say we are good people.

Knitwear or no knitwear?

Knitwear. Knitwear. Good, good.

I'm all it is. Do I look all it is?

You look very handsome.

Good.

Good. I want Daniel's parents to feel welcome. I want them to like him.

Well, triangles it is then, my love.

All my life, my mother was... Well, she was just an idea.

A fantasy.

You know, you could make up stories about her.

She'd been kidnapped by pirates.

That's the obvious conclusion.

Well, maybe she was dead.

You know why I bought my car?

That stupidly expensive triumph. More money than the sense.

So if I met my parents, they'd see me in it and think,

that's a man to be proud of.

Here's a thought.

What if you're already a man to be proud of?

If you want to meet her, you just have to ask.

Or not.

It's up to you.

I'm here either way.

Another call from the college boss.

Causing a right old hoo -ha.

Would you like to come and meet a fascist?

Thought you'd never ask.

His name's Wilbur Church.

Wilbur. Nasty piece of work, by all accounts.

Well, he is a fascist.

One said Mosley was too moderate.

Not enough goose -stepping.

And yet the Student Union, in their infinite wisdom, have invited him to

Upholding the purity of our women and families.

Racist and sexist.

That's quite a feat.

I thought this tribe was resigned to their history books.

This is a peaceful protest.

Poetry.

Well, how about that? It really is a peaceful protest.

To paraphrase Gandalf as he encountered the Balrog on the bridge of... whatever

it's called, I am taking a stand against those who spread evil and hate in our

land. None shall pass as long as I lie here.

It's Khazad -dum.

The bridge of Khazad -dum.

Surely this amounts to high treason.

It's just commoner garden vandalism, I'm afraid, Miss.

Eve de Beauchamp, better naval.

Silent P, silent X, three hyphens. I'm vice co -chair of the student union.

Vice co -chair?

I'm a very egalitarian.

Says the student inviting a fascist to speak.

Doesn't everyone deserve the right to express their opinion?

Not in my book, no.

Ah! Fascist pig!

Simeon Jones, you absolute snake!

Pig! Snake! Pig! Always nice to see a reasoned debate.

Admit it, Simeon, you burnt our noble flag.

Why on earth would I do that? Because you're a reactionary beardy weirdy, but

without the beard because you're too immature to grow one. And you are a

tyrannical despot.

Inviting this dummy with his vile racist views.

And sexist. And sexist, yes, exactly.

Three words. Freedom of speech. Two words. Bugger that.

Sneak! Sneak!

Need I remind you of? Are you stopping them?

Quite enjoying myself.

I'm rooting for the beardy weedy.

Mr Jones, do you promise not to return to the premises either before or during

Mr Church's torrent of hateful bile?

Talk, I was going to say, but bile will do. You know, in the words of the great

philosopher... Yes or no, Simeon?

Yes, sir.

Doesn't all this make your blood boil?

Of course it does.

How do you stand it?

I turn the other cheek.

I hope dear Papa paid attention this time.

Right, Miss de Beauchamp hyphen silence.

Oh, sweet mercy.

It's him. It's Wilbur Church.

It's Wilbur Church, so I hear.

Mr. Church and delightful family, it is an honour, nay, a privilege to have you

join us.

Oh, curtsy. How lovely.

Isn't that lovely, Wilbur?

Who are you?

Inspector Keating, who are you?

Security. Have you done a sweep of the building?

I had a look at the flag, if that's any good to you. Is this the fellow that's

been causing the bother?

And why would you think that was me?

You're a man of God.

The church tend to have strong opinions on my... Strong opinions?

Mr. Cotterham's with me.

Alfie.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Church.

Convert, are you?

And what's funny?

Christian.

Born and bred. Well, how about that, Maud?

Would you care to follow me?

Inspector.

Are you hungry, Wilbur?

Oh, would you like a sandwich? Oh, he can't eat sandwiches.

You're like a terrible acid indigestion.

Would you like a little omelette? He loves the little omelette.

Yeah, no wonder he's got indigestion.

All that hate must do a number on your stomach.

Do you really believe in all that turn -the -other -cheek business?

Well, I wouldn't be much of a vicar if I didn't. Why did you shake his hand?

Why shouldn't I?

Because he's racist. Scum?

Even racist scum deserve common courtesy.

You were winding him up.

Maybe a bit of that, too.

Quite fancy a little omelette now.

I would love a little omelette.

The post was in here. There was a box addressed to Mr. Church.

You gave it to his wife?

No, the bodyguard.

The bodyguard?

He took it through there, and the rest of us went upstairs.

I thought Mr. Church was following us, but... It was

seconds.

It was merely seconds.

Have you got the bastard?

Not yet.

Well, why aren't you out there searching?

We are.

I'm concerned for your safety, Mr. Church.

That wasn't intended for your wife.

Oh, sharp as a tack, this one.

Who would do this?

What do you think?

The peaceniks.

They need stringing up.

You were the one who took the parcel?

Maud said she'd open it. And why the hell did you let her?

I didn't think it would ever happen.

Have you had death threats before?

Day hardly passes without one.

How many?

Twelve.

This year.

Make that thirteen.

And you let Mrs. Church take the parcel.

The talk's cancelled.

Under whose authority?

Mine.

Absolutely not. That's what they want.

Quite right, Julian.

Onward, Christian soldiers.

I'm not sure if you've noticed, Mr Church, that we're not at war.

Not at war?

What is this, if not war?

There'll be no talk.

Not until we find out who did this.

They're here.

They're here.

Best behaviour, everyone.

No jokes.

Not even the one about the bishop and the actress?

Definitely not that one.

I feel like we're meeting the queen.

They're the ones meeting a queen.

Stop it. You'll give me the giggles.

Miss Marlowe, please, do come in.

Hello, Mother.

Daniel.

May I take your coat?

Thank you.

Very kind.

Where's Dad?

His back's worrying him. He didn't want to risk the journey.

He sends his regards.

Well, that's kind of him.

I'd like you to meet my friend. Leonard Finch is my name.

I'm over the moon to meet you.

That's very sweet.

Won't you come through?

We have tea.

And sandwiches.

Cut on the diagonal.

I need a sherry.

Deep breath.

Every death threat.

Every police report.

It's all in here.

Miss Scott.

Fine tooth comb on this, Lord. Any suspects, I want them in.

Sir.

You sit there.

I'm not done with you.

Larry. I want officers in town, on campus, on every train, in and out of

station. What are we looking for?

Explosives. And someone with their finger on the trigger.

More to facts.

Her bracelet's a fleur -de -lis, apparently.

Fleur -de -lis.

Two hyphens on an S.

The thing was packed with nails.

It was teared through flesh like a knife through butter.

You see this?

It's like one you'd get in a train set.

David had one.

Not that he played with it, of course.

A boy made with a child's toy.

No address.

No stamp.

No postmark.

Someone brought it in by hand and put it in that pigeonhole.

Julie, I recognize this writing.

Once whole, now broken, darkness descends.

I know not who I am.

It's cheery.

You ever had a toy train?

I was more of a jigsaw chap.

The bomb was made from pieces of a train set.

Well, you don't think it's me, do you? It was your handwriting on the parcel.

Well, I didn't send it. You can't abide, Mr Church. I think he's a terrible man,

but so do a lot of people, don't you think he's a terrible man? Not my place

say, says the tall of the fascist state.

I thought the Nazis said, don't be calling me a fascist, son.

Have you ever written to Mr Church?

Yes or no, Simeon? Yes, but the...

Strongest they got were a few curse words.

He's a poet.

Poets don't send bombs.

I wane, I wither, I fade.

Who am I? Who am I?

Who am... Who am I is repeated for two pages. I don't think it's him.

Me neither.

This is taped on.

So someone set him up? It takes a sinister mind to put something like this

together.

Not someone who's withering and waning.

What did you do before this, Mr. Kane?

This and that.

Heavy fire.

Did you serve?

Sixth Airborne.

Parachuted into France.

And you're hanging about with all the church.

Pays the bills.

So does cleaning latrines. I know which I'd rather choose.

Ever work with explosives?

Don't be trying to pin this on me. You should have been the one opening that

post, Mr. Kane.

Maud was kind.

She was virtuous.

She didn't deserve this.

I made a mistake.

And I wished to God I had.

But you can't keep me here for a mistake.

We'll be in touch.

Word from on high?

Oh, this never ends well. Go on.

The superintendent says that Mr Church is to be allowed to speak.

He said, and I quote, the Cambridge chicken stablery will protect him

and with good grace.

Daniel was such a wonderful boy.

He was perfection.

Perfection? I settled for that. Although he did run away once.

Do you remember, darling? I was angry because he wouldn't get me a dog.

So he packed his toys and off he went.

He was back ten minutes later, forgotten to put his shoes on.

Oh, bless him.

Clara. Thank you.

You're using Granny's teapot. I'm so glad.

Oh, we love it.

We use it most days, don't we?

Seems like a waste to keep it for Beth.

I'm glad it's found a good home.

Rather that than gathering dust.

Did you relent in the end, Ketledog?

Look at that face.

How could you say no to that face?

Did you hear? All systems go.

Bloody good grace.

And it's a bullhouse.

Nothing like a death for ticket sales.

This great nation is at a point of great confusion.

We no longer know who we are. We have lost faith in the purity of our

families. Yes, gentlemen.

Well, you repeated the word great twice.

You might want to find a synonym.

Peerless, unsurpassed, redoubtable, maybe?

You're here to dissuade me from talking. You're putting everyone around you in

danger.

Your superior assured me I'd be protected to the highest level, unless

incapable of that.

Someone out there wants you dead. My wife is gone.

It matters little to me whether I live or die.

Besides, it's the principle of the thing. Oh, bugger principles.

Let him talk, Geordi.

Everyone has a right to express their opinions.

Thank you.

However base and ignorant those opinions may be.

Let him talk.

Do you understand the consequences of what you've done?

What? You would have talked anyway.

You didn't have to bloody encourage him.

Can't we just direct him?

Well, if you do that, he becomes a martyr.

And if you speak, there's a high chance I'll be picking pieces of my men off the

ceiling.

No.

I've got to sort this bloody mess now, haven't I?

Here, come round.

Never stays angry at his vicars for long.

Did he give you the file?

What file?

The file on your mum.

He's been working on it non -stop.

Late nights.

Hours on the phone.

Trips here, trips there.

Moved heaven and earth for you.

It'll be in his office.

Closer. Don't be shy.

You all know the score. This gentleman, and I use the word loosely, will be

holding forth on various unsavoury topics.

Whatever your opinion on the matter, that is your opinion to hold, we will be

doing our utmost to keep him safe.

We've no idea what we're dealing with, but keep your eyes peeled for this man.

Simeon Jones, 19 years old. Previously arrested for throwing rotten tomatoes at

Moseley. He's a poet.

So even you could take him down if it came to it, Larry.

Well, he wasn't the only one arrested.

Aggravated assault on a black shirt.

The Student Union girl.

Eve used to be a communist.

Cambridge Police.

Hello?

More will die today.

More will die.

Are you part of a plot with that name at the church?

This isn't a joke.

Who made that phone call to the station?

More will die.

I don't know anything about a call.

Last time you, organiser of a right -wing talk, were a fully paid -up member

the Communist Party.

Just for a lark.

I'm not sure communism has ever been called a lark before.

Lefty chaps are very damaged and brooding.

You were in it for the fellas.

When you put it like that, it sounds so shallow.

Eve was all in, as left as left could be.

Berry, cigarettes.

Spelting marks.

Non -stop. We were thicker thieves.

Inseparable.

Then she went home for the Christmas hauls and came back a fascist.

Complete false fuss.

It was devastating, to be honest.

Why get yourself arrested if you didn't even believe in the cause?

Your parents.

Simeon said, I hope Papa paid attention this time.

I was hoping they might show a little concern.

And did they?

The university sent a telegram.

They were skiing in the Alps. So if you couldn't get their attention by being a

revolutionary... I thought I'd swap to the other team. The other team being the

Nazis.

Gosh.

It does sound rather shallow.

Well, maybe you switched teams.

Arranged for Wilbur Church to visit, then made sure that parcel was waiting

him. I couldn't make a bomb.

I can barely boil an egg.

And besides, Ma and Pa are coming tonight.

All's well that ends well and all that. Do you understand what you've done?

You've unleashed hell.

For what?

Mummy and Daddy's attention.

Can I take anything through?

Oh, no.

Thank you, though.

It really is glorious to meet you.

Glorious?

Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

Daniel means an awful lot to me.

My husband is very sick.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's worry for his son.

There really is no need.

Daniel had a wife, you know.

Madeline. We're still very close, she and I.

Daniel deserves to be happy.

He is happy.

I can assure you of that.

Who are you to tell me about my son?

You corrupted him with your filth and your perversion.

You're nothing but a deviant.

It makes me sick to even look at you.

Jack, there's more cake here.

You never have too much cake.

You must take me on a tour of the church.

Oh, so please the woman for that. Don't get her started on the stained glass.

You can whack the record for hours.

Anything on the previous death threat?

Every case has an initial report.

Knife attack, shots fired, they all amount to nothing.

No suspects?

No suspects, no leads, no arrests.

Series of dead ends, I'm afraid.

Officers.

Right, you look out for each other. And remember, good grace.

Superintendent's relying on you.

Don't go.

I have a terrible feeling about all of this.

Don't you be worrying about me.

You flash.

They're linking arms.

And you kiss me.

Did you see that?

Could be good, isn't it?

God, I need a drink.

Sorry, Leonard.

I heard what she said.

Daniel's so content.

Just let him be content for a bit.

Your mother denigrated Leonard in the most vicious

way. She called him a perversion.

That wasn't your place to say.

You are family.

Of course it was my place to stay.

She was cruel, Daniel.

Horribly cruel.

You weren't going to tell me.

I know what it is.

To be without family.

Though she doesn't like me.

So what?

You deserve to be happy, Daniel.

I want you in every entrance, every doorway.

Be safe.

Aye, sir.

I've stirred up a hornet's nest, haven't I?

Oh, well.

I always find you going out in a blaze of glory.

There's a side entrance, if you'd rather. We're going in the front.

I had a feeling you'd say that.

Shall we?

How do I know I can trust you, Inspector, if worth came to worth?

Well, it's my job, Mr. Church.

If you want to argue black and white, up is down.

If you want to dress up like Judy Bloody Garland, that's your right.

I fought a war to protect that right.

And I'll protect it with my life, so...

Everyone, back!

Turn around.

It's the church.

I must

give you my lardy cake recipe. I insist on it, thank you.

My taxi's here, so... You'll come to us next time.

If you have me.

Your father has grand plans to show you around the garden.

Perhaps Leonard could come too.

Perhaps.

I'll call you in the week, darling.

It's a small price.

pay, Daniel.

Mother?

When I've hit it, I'd like Leonard to come too.

I don't know about that.

It's a simple request.

Let me ask your father, Daniel.

I'm asking you.

What has he said?

Nothing. He's too kind for that.

I just don't think it's wise.

Right.

I only want what's best for you.

No.

You want what's best for you and Dad.

What keeps the neighbours from suspecting? I adore you, Dan.

You adore the idea of me.

You know why I ran away that time?

Not because of a dog.

Because I was so desperately unhappy.

This man is not a perversion.

Daniel. He saved me. I don't want to hear it. I was the lost cause, and he

me, and I love him.

And I'm happy.

Why do you always make things so difficult?

Let me make it easy for you.

I don't want to see you again.

Wow. Subtle.

Gets you right in the pumping circumstances, doesn't it?

No wonder he's getting death threats.

Sure do.

You like trains, Julian?

Every boy likes trains.

This one is yours?

Look, the door should be opening now. Just a moment, please.

The people need to take their seats. Or we take your son down the station.

Up to you.

Julian, you recognize this?

It's from the very same set.

Same make, same scale.

Same gauge.

I don't like them.

You don't like what?

Trains. Yeah, my son doesn't either.

I think he pretends just to appease me.

I hate her.

I hate him.

What do you know about the bomb, Julian?

I don't know about bombs.

I know about the comic and Dandere and camping and watching the stars.

That's enough now. We're delayed as it is, Inspector.

She didn't love him. She didn't believe in him.

Not really.

Your mum?

I hated her, too.

Why?

She didn't stop him from making me like this.

He's a clever kid.

He likes dandare and camping.

He has enough hate, I'll be.

Let tonight be a rallying cry for

the resurgence of the glue that holds this great

nation together.

Family.

Father.

Mother.

God rest my dear mortal soul.

And the precious children.

Yes, the bloodline that we would give our lives for.

I cannot emphasize this enough. Are you out of your mind?

Till death us do part, remember?

I was hoping it would be a little while after that.

Don't you be worrying about me.

flourish and embody what we stand for. We must leave the way.

Do you crack enjoy, but without family, this

nation is lost.

But if we preserve the purity of our descendants,

then our glory shall never die.

Speak the truth!

Everyone out. Out!

Out!

We're done, Mr. Joe.

We're done.

Boss,

we've

got a problem.

Now don't touch it.

Simeon, stop!

It's just firecrackers, it's not a bomb! A case just for show. It's not real.

It's not real. Every case has an initial report. They all amount to nothing. I

didn't think it would ever happen. It takes as thin as the mind to put

like this together.

All right, move back.

Move back.

Get out, Jen. I'm not leaving you. This could go off at any second.

Alfie. It was all you, Mr Church, wasn't it?

You sent the bomb that killed your wife.

Just get the matter here.

You made it all up, Mr Church.

The death threats, the bomb.

It was all you.

You're a fraud.

A nobody.

It was all for your own ego.

Please, no.

No, no, no, stop, Alfie.

No.

Dodgy wire.

Probably foreign.

She was a good woman!

Eddie. You deserve her!

Get off me!

You made

those bombs, Mr. Church.

Intending to kill Eddie.

What could I possibly have against him?

Wards.

Virtuous.

That was the word he used to describe your wife.

Fleur -de -lis stands for virtue.

He gave this word, didn't he?

They were close.

Closer than you could stand.

Eddie knew there were no death threats.

Not real ones.

So he gave the pose to your wife.

You thought Eddie was alone, and so... you flipped the switch.

You did not embrace your mistake.

A dead wife far more poignant than a security guard.

Now he shuts up.

No matter.

We have all the evidence we need.

No, I feel sorry for you.

They took a heathen and gave him a Bible.

I was born here, Mr. Church.

Shunted from one place, forced into another, never quite fitting in.

He must be so confused.

I know exactly who I am.

Yes, but you'll never be one of us, boy.

Geordie. Geordie.

He's not worth it.

Mr. Church?

I'm ready to speak now.

You better.

Here he is.

Congratulations, Larry.

It was nothing, really.

I had a train set when I was a kid.

Had the little hat and everything.

My husband is an absolute hero.

I could kiss you.

I could kiss you myself.

But don't worry, I won't.

As you were.

Hello, new guy.

I'm waiting to be reacquainted with my poetry.

It's good, you know.

It's derivative.

No, I was moved by it.

Once whole, now broken.

I don't know who I am.

I'm just working a few things out.

Aren't we all?

It's odd.

I'm not...

White enough for uni or my mother.

My father.

I mean, I never met him, but I imagine I'd be too white for him, so... I

never met my parents.

Don't you think?

Sometimes.

Perhaps all the answers are there.

With them.

Do you know, the older I get, the less I think that can be true.

God calls on us all to unite in the face of prejudice.

We are all made in God's image.

We are all so beautiful, and yet we are all so different.

Well, isn't that wonderful?

We should embrace our differences, celebrate them.

For we are all God's children, every single one of us.

I'm sorry about your mother.

At least I know where I stand now.

Sorry, Daniel, do you mind if I ask you something?

Of course not.

Do you regret it?

Seeing her again?

I met her on my own terms.

That's all I could have asked for, really.

But her, too.

See me as I am.

I can't regret that.

The sea has a surprise, apparently.

Oh, she's keeping it till after lunch.

Pound says she tells us the moment we walk through that door.

I have presents for all of you.

Sylvia? We've had the first month's takings from Cece's and we're rich.

We're not rich.

Well, not now, anyway.

Could have paid the electric bill, but... Jack first.

Oh.

It's an antiquity.

Oh, that's quite something.

I don't want to tell you how much it cost, but it was five whole pounds.

What do you think they're doing, Mrs C?

They're wrestling, aren't they? Don't think they're wrestling.

Well, they're definitely grappling.

They're grappling, certainly.

Look at that chap's face.

He's having such a lovely time.

What's funny about wrestling?

Behave, you lot.

I didn't say anything. Daniel, for when you have us round for tea.

Thank you very much.

Pleasure.

I didn't know he liked yo -yos.

He won't in about a week.

Do you think he hates me, Kath?

Don't think that.

It's just different from you.

Spend a bit of time with him, Geordie.

That's all he wants.

Don't be thinking I forgot you.

You don't have to buy me anything.

It's our church.

Open it, then.

It was in the bin, and I thought, he'll regret that one day.

A beautiful letter.

She wore it a long time ago.

That's not the kind of love that goes away.

That's the kind that grows and grows till your heart's fit to burst.

Well, she left a baby and... Well, she loved him.

But I... But what?

What if she doesn't love me?

Oh, Alfie.

Who couldn't love you?

First job of a fisherman.

Find a pleasant spot.

Here?

Within walking distance of the pub.

Perfect.

Good luck, chaps.

Are you not staying?

I think I'm ready.

Well... That's just...

You know, David, whatever you want to do in life,

whatever you like, whatever you want to be,

I'll always be proud.

I love you, son.

I've got one.

Oh, good lad.

Lift the rod up.

Now keep the line tight.

That's a good fish, David.

Keep the line tight.

If that fish wants to run, you let it run.

Good lad, David.

Hello.

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