All language subtitles for P D James - Death In Holy Orders S01E02 x264 RB58-eng

Adam Dalgleish of new Scotland yard
is arriving this morning.

He'll be taking a second brief look
into poor Ronald's death.

Suffocated. Stifled.

You won't find any answers
here now, commander Dalgleish.

What'd the policeman want?

You don't know me, boy.
None of you do.

It's you.
I must have dropped off.

If I thought she'd been poisoned,

do you think I'd have pronounced
death by natural causes?

I'm going to authorize
an autopsy.

There's something else here
at St. Anselm's, isn't there?

Something powerful enough
to threaten

not just the church of England,
but the whole Christian faith.

So how do we stop him?

You killed her.

We wish you were dead.

You did it for
your own sick reasons,

your own sick conscience at
the guilt of killing your wife!

Say that again,
and you'll never be ordained.

Then get hold of Yarborough.

Keep him away.

God!
What have we done?

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Mr. Yarborough!

Still no sign of Yarborough.

Raphael!

Come back!

Now!

Blow to the right of the
cranium above the ear.

Made with a heavy implement
with sharp edges.

I'm not sure if
the first blow killed him.

Would have felled him.

Then the attacker
struck again, seven times.

Frenzied, by the look of things.

Heavy...

A woman could have done it
with two hands.

Or an old man.

Time of death?

Midnight.

What time did you find him?

Five-thirty.

I was here a few minutes after.
What about the blood?

Not much with the first blow.

Would have fed into
the cranial cavity.

The second and subsequent

would have seen spurting
and splattering.

The right arm would be covered in blood.
Chest maybe.

Could have rolled his sleeves.

He could have been naked.
I've known it.

Mind you, this is a church.

This is a library,

not a stampede for the bar.

Prissy little prick.

I'm sorry if I've
kept you waiting.

I don't like to get dressed
before I've had a shower.

Agatha w-won't b-be coming.
It's all right, John.

Not a...
Not a morning person.

Have a seat, clive.

All this research, clive.
Taking its toll?

Last night a great evil
came into our community.

Archdeacon Crampton
has been brutally murdered

in our church.

Let us pray.

Visit, we beseech thee,
o lord, this place,

and drive from it
all the snares of the enemy.

Let thy holy angels dwell herein

and preserve us in peace.

May thy blessing be upon us now

and forevermore

through Jesus Christ our lord.

Amen.

It would be useful
to establish one thing.

Did anyone leave

his or her rooms
after compline last night?

I'm afraid I shall need

the clothes that you
were wearing last night.

I shall also need to take
fingerprints from all of you.

Why are you assuming
it must be an inside job?

While we're all
having our clothes taken away

and fingerprints done,
the person who did this

is getting further away
every minute.

No assumptions are being made.

So, who found him?

Father Martin.

Well, did you see anybody?
I mean, what alerted you to it?

Father Martin's
had a terrible shock.

Well, so have we all.

I understand
that all the resident priests

have keys to the church.

I've got father Martin's here,

and if the others
could check theirs?

How many sets in total?

Seven sets of two keys.
A Yale and a chubb.

Only the four priests
has a set each.

The other three are
kept here, on my desk.

They're signed out,

and they're signed
back in again.

And the security code
for the alarm?

Well, almost anyone
could know it.

It's the year

the college was founded.

There's a set missing.

And they haven't
been signed out.

I don't know how many times

I have to drill it
into these people...

Thank you, all of you.
That's all for now.

Father John.

Perhaps I could have
a word with your sister.

Yes, yes, of course.

- What's in the bag?
- Ask Dalgleish.

You could at least say whether
he's a boxers man or a briefs.

Why do you you want to know?

I'm the superior officer,
sergeant.

He's the superior officer,
inspector.

And I'll tell him if you look.

It's my job to be curious.

Mr. Yarborough!

Mr. Yarborough!

We found him.

Agatha's in the kitchen.

She prefers to eat separately

rather than join in
the community.

So...
what is it this time?

Someone else fallen off a cliff?

Commander Dalgleish
has come to...

To talk to you, Agatha.

I'm afraid archdeacon Crampton
has been murdered,

miss betterton.

Where was he murdered?
I speak of the archdeacon.

In the church.

Have you told Sebastian?
You can't leave him there.

Well, everyone else
has been informed, yes.

He won't be missed.
He was going to turn us out.

When did he say that?

He said the same thing
to Eric Surtees

and Margaret and Ruby.

We were all leeches, he said.

And he could have done it, too.

I always said anybody
who could get my brother

put in prison

and kill his wife with impunity

could do anything.

But Raphael said,
"no, he can't. I'll stop him."

Agatha!

I didn't mean...

You've met Raphael.

Delightful boy, very clever.

We go to the theater monthly
in London.

He could have been an actor.

If the priests
hadn't got hold of him.

Did either of you leave the flat
after ten last night?

Eleven o'clock is our bedtime.

I expect you're wondering
if either of us

murdered the archdeacon.

I didn't.

And I don't suppose
my brother did.

Of course I didn't!
How can you think that?!

I wasn't thinking it.
The commander was.

I had a cousin who was a
commander, in the Navy.

Got torpedoed.

The doctor's on his way.

He's going to need
some of this Brandy.

Then we'll get you into bed.

There you go.

Get you in a nice, hot bath.

He still hasn't spoken.

What happened to you, Roger?

I need to look at your arms.

The brambles.
Where we found him.

Get these wet things off him
and wrap him up.

Don't let him have that bath.

Can I see him?

No.

Morning, sir.
Sir.

I think we got
everything you wanted.

Where did you park?
Out the front. Why?

Then be prepared for
a very shirty parking ticket.

Go in the sick bay here,

get one of the socos to take a
swab from the blood on his arms.

Get his prints, too.
Kate, come with me.

Then meet us in the church.

Sometimes I wish the waves

would just come
and wash it all away.

The college?
It's your home.

It's the place I was abandoned by
my mother. There's a difference.

It belonged to your
great-aunt, to your family.

I haven't got any family.

You know, I get out
about as far as I ought to go

when I'm swimming,
get to my limit...

And I think,
"what if I just kept going?"

You're upset.

Have you got an alibi?

An alibi?

We could say
we were with each other.

It's not that unlikely,
is it? You and me?

D-don't pretend you
don't know how I feel!

Raphael!

I've seen the way
you look at Dalgleish.

Why don't you
look at me like that?!

That's why you don't want to say

you spent the night with me,
isn't it?

You don't want him to think
you're damaged goods.

Well, what a sham that is,

your so-called engagement
to giles carver!

That's enough.

Listen, it doesn't
stop here, you know...

All this.

I've lived every tawdry moment
of my bloody life in this spot,

and I can feel it!

It's only just started!

You don't expect a death like
this in a place like this.

We're all just animals with a wardrobe
allowance. This lot are no different.

Nobby Clark, chief soco, this is...
Rudson, I know.

Tony.
Kate miskin, inspector.

There's a possibility
of prints on the doom

and on the panel next to it.

Although he would have been
crazy not to wear gloves.

There are traces of hair
and blood on that candlestick.

Although, once again,
we'll be lucky to get prints.

Same goes for the paintbrushes
and the paint pots.

What's really interesting
is here. I'd say somebody

hid himself under there.

You see the way the dust is disturbed?
Lovely.

We'll need a name
for the killer.

Cain.

It's biblical.
And short.

Cain it is.

I did warn you.

I'd like to see him
scrawling these poxy things

when he gets
posted out to toxteth.

Sensitive parking's a trial
wherever you are.

Cain was in the church waiting
when Crampton got there.

Makes sense...

Open the big south door,

put the lights on, hide,

then Crampton comes along.

But why didn't he put the keys
back on the library desk after?

It's such a giveaway.

Not as if there's
much chance of detection

with Crampton dead and the
rest of the college asleep.

He'd have time to wash if he was
worried about blood stains.

Didn't want to risk being seen.

So, somebody who lives
outside the house, maybe.

The priests would have a
legitimate reason to be in there.

Um, any milk about, sir?
Try the main kitchen.

Toddle off and get us some
milk, would ya, love?

Who?

The priests wouldn't have needed to return
the keys. They've all got their own.

So not returning the keys
could be one of the priests

trying to throw
suspicion on others.

The priests have motive. They
inherit if the college closes.

I think we need
to consider this death

in the context of the other two.

They were murdered? Ronald
Treeves and Margaret Monroe?

Well, the connection is a
little fragile, but it's there.

In the entry in
Margaret's journal

she talks about speaking to
the person most concerned.

Next thing you know, she's dead.

Bit of a coincidence.

Plus, she found Ronald's body.

Why do you want to go
back there again, Karen?

A promise is a promise.

You wouldn't like it
if I broke mine, would you?

An accident, not a birth defect.

If it was me, there shouldn't
be any mistaking the prints.

The four-fingered fiend.

You don't seem too concerned
about the archdeacon's death.

He made virtually no impact
on me when he was alive,

he makes even less
now that he's dead.

I don't want anybody touching
anything in this library

until their hands
are absolutely clean.

Yes.

Free to go for my run? Yes, sir.

I suppose you've got
the authority to do this?

Yes, sir.
With your consent.

Emma lavenham.

And you'll destroy
them afterwards?

Those that we don't need, sir.

He's like that to everyone,
not just you.

I'm used to it.

Aren't we, inspector?

Everyone hates the police.

Commander Dalgleish?

Otherwise engaged.

She fancies him.
Who?

Who.

You can tell that from the
fingerprints, can you?

A poisoned chalice,
this wardenship.

Right from the very beginning.

You make it sound as if
the murder was committed

to spite you.

Murders have been
committed for less.

It's all there,
just below the surface.

George Gregory hates me
for a book review I wrote.

Agatha betterton...

I don't think she's ever
spoken a polite word to me.

You refuse to trust me
with the papyrus...

This isn't about you.

No.

What did take you to the church

at half-past five
in the morning?

I woke from a nightmare.

The church must be
reopened as soon as possible.

We'll need a service
of rehallowing,

and the bishop
will have to do it.

Have you spoken to him? He's
coming on Wednesday evening.

I have little doubt
what he will say.

St. Anselm's will close
at the end of this term.

No.

How can it be otherwise?

One of my duties
as a senior student.

No use to coming down here
to rescue someone

and it's all knackered.

Everyone who sat
at dinner last night

would have realized that you
disliked the archdeacon.

Why?

Not dislike.
Hatred.

Why?

He destroyed the man
I think of as my father.

He was trying
to destroy my home.

You took it personally?

Yes, it was personal.

What did you do after
compline last night?

I went to my room.

But when I realized who bad the
storm was, I went to see Peter...

Peter buckhurst in the sick bay.

When he was seven
his mother died

in the room next door to
him on a stormy night.

He still can't stand to be
alone in weather like that.

Why didn't you
tell me that this morning?

I didn't want to embarrass
Peter in front of everyone.

What time did you leave?
Six-thirty.

I went straight to the beach
for my swim.

Peter was still asleep.

So he can't confirm your story?

What do you mean, story?

Account.

He'll confirm I was there.

But he didn't see you leave.

So what?!
Mr. Arbuthnot,

we are trying to establish
who murdered the archdeacon.

Is there no one who can
back up your account?

Can you kill a man and have
no recollection of it?

I'm the first person
you've talked to,

and if I was you,
I'd talk to me first, too.

If it is an inside job,
it's got to be me.

Hasn't it?

No one liked Crampton, but no
one hated him as much as I did.

Maybe I want back
to my room in the night,

saw him going into the church.

Why would you think that?

Someone was in my room
in the night.

When I went back there
this morning,

there were leaves
on the floor, by the door.

They weren't there
last night when I went out.

I'd have seen them.

I'm saying, maybe I went
back there without knowing.

You have no recollection
of going to the church

in the night?

No.

Whoever killed the archdeacon

could be in no doubt of it.

That's his alibi, is it?

"It's so obvious it was me
that it can't be"?

Agatha betterton
said he was a good actor.

Hard to tell if that was a consummate
performance or irrational innocence.

I'd say he was a good actor.

The prints from the box pew
in the church, sir.

Seldom seen clearer.

Same ones found
round the doom, too.

They're Dr. Stannard,
sir.

I'm researching a book
on the family life

of the early tractarians.

I come here for the library and...
Ha ha... a quiet weekend.

Not for church services.

Doesn't seem to worry
the priests,

so I don't see why
it should worry you.

But it does...
Dr. Stannard.

When was the last time
you were in the church?

Don't remember.

Not this weekend, anyway.

When did you last
see the archdeacon?

I was, watching four funerals...

Um, four weddings and a funeral

on the video in here last night.

He put his head in,
but I wasn't very welcoming,

so he went away again.

You must have been one of the
last people to see him alive.

Whoever murdered him
was the last.

That wasn't me.

What time did you
go to your room?

I-I fell asleep on the couch.
I slept here.

You didn't mention that
this morning.

No, I didn't.

So, you didn't go into
the church at all this visit?

Either for a service
or for any other reason?

I've already told you, no.

Then...

How do you explain the presence
of your fresh fingerprints

on the wall next to the doom?

And in the box pew?

Was that where you were hiding
when the archdeacon came in?

No, no. No, no.

You've been lying
since you came into this room.

Haven't you?

Now tell the truth, all of it.

What were you doing
in the church?

Looking for something.

The St. Anselm papyrus.

There's supposed to be an order
signed by pontius pilate

to the captain of the guard

for the removal of
the crucified body

of a political troublemaker.

The body of Christ?

Obviously, if it was real,

a lot of people would say that it
disproved the story of the resurrection.

You were gonna steal it?

I was just trying to find it!

And then what, sell it?

No, copy it.

Write an article or two.

Put it where it belongs,
in the public domain.

All right, there would have
been money in it... so what?

Money, fame, prestige...

A lot of people would say
that amounts to a motive.

How'd you get in?

I had keys cut back at easter.

Peregrine was off sick.

I was nowhere near the church
last night, it was the morning.

I had an idea that the papyrus

might have been concealed
between the doom and the wall,

so I took a paper knife
to try and dislodge it.

A paper knife.
And?

I was interrupted...

And I hid.
You know where.

It was father Sebastian
and the archdeacon.

They were arguing.

And Crampton wanted the
papyrus handed over.

If you're looking for someone

with a grudge against
the archdeacon,

you don't need to look far.

Where are the keys now?
I threw them over the cliff.

But how do we know that
you didn't come back

with a carving knife...

Instead of a paper knife?

I couldn't stick a knife
into anyone.

I swear...

I couldn't!

You feel like talking?

Let me know when you do.

There's only so much country
life a man can take.

I'm ashamed to say it's true.

I allowed my feelings
to get the better of me

in my discussions
with the archdeacon.

Your feelings about...?

The man was determined
to close us down.

Obviously, we were at odds.
How could we not be?

You disagreed
with the archdeacon

over his plans for
selling off the assets?

What would you prefer
to have done?

The college to stay open

and its treasures
to remain where they are.

And with the archdeacon gone,
will you get your way?

Quite the opposite.

Crampton asked you
for the St. Anselm papyrus.

Did you give it to him?

It's not mine...

To give.

Each warden has care of it

until the time of his death.

Does anybody else know it's here?
No.

Is it authentic?

The papyrus is certainly...
Very old.

It would be perfectly simple

to have the ink
carbon-dated.

It's possible now
to know the truth.

Might not the truth be
that it is a very old forgery,

in which case publicizing it

might give it
a spurious validity?

Look at the turin shroud.

Years of damaging controversy,
and for what?

If it was proved authentic,

it's value would be
incalculable.

Yes, yes.

But it was brought
to St. Anselm's

by the founder's brother,

a man known to be dismissive
of his sister's piety

and to have a wicked
sense of humor.

So then, destroy it. It's
not my place to do that.

All right, but suppose

it were possible to prove

that the papyrus was genuine,

that the ascension
never took place.

Would that make a difference
to your faith?

I have the daily assurance of
the living presence of Christ.

Why should I worry about
what happened...

To earthly bones?

I don't remember anything
about that night.

I do remember this morning,
when they came to find me,

told me he was dead.

It was like the storm had passed

and my life could begin again.

You didn't come to the refectory
for dinner last night.

I didn't trust myself
to behave with him there.

So...

You didn't see the archdeacon
at all this weekend?

I went to talk to him.
When?

After he'd been in the church.

And?

We argued.
Fought?

Argued!

About his first wife,

about how he killed her
and got away with it.

I wish I could say
I had killed him.

But I backed off.

It's him, you see.

It's him that's
made me like I am.

And he was so close...

And I couldn't
get him out of my head.

I just had to get out!

I didn't even wait
to put any shoes on!

Out there, it was just
the wind and the elements.

I am pretty sure

that there wasn't a light on
in the church.

But I was just trying
to get the hell out.

I was just
breathing in the air and...

The handyman!
That one with the pigs!

Eric Surtees?

Did you see him
go into the church?

No, he was going
into the library.

Where the keys
to the church are kept.

I know Crampton killed his wife!

I know that in my heart!

And I don't regret losing my job
trying to prove it!

But I didn't kill him!

Mr. Surtees.

Wh... wha-
I was just curious about...

There's a few things
we're curious about, too.

You told me...

You didn't leave your house
after nine

on the night
the archdeacon was killed.

Well, I'll ask you again.

Did you go into the church
or the library

after compline that night?
You were seen by a witness.

They couldn't have seen me
'cause I wasn't there!

That's a lie!
Who's been sayin' that?

What were you doing there?

I wasn't there!

All right, this...
This is how it was.

I saw a light... and don't try
and make something of it...

I saw a light in the church.

I got up around midnight
to get a glass of water,

and I saw a light in the church.

So I went to the house
to get the keys from the library

and, um, when I got them, the
light in the church was out.

You didn't think to go
into the church and check?

The light was out.
I thought I'd made a mistake.

You were certain enough
to go out into a storm

to investigate.

I wasn't thinking properly.

I'm not sure you're
thinking properly now.

After the archdeacon's
body was discovered,

a set of keys was found
to be missing, remember?

Can you recall how many were
there when you took yours?

I didn't look.
Just took the nearest one.

Did you return them?
Yeah.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

I took 'em back,
then I came home

and it was pissin' down.

It was pissing down
when you went out.

And the light in the church
must have been on the whole time

you were walking over there.

How could you have
made a mistake?

I just did.

If you want to talk,
talk to both of us.

Let me explain something
about that light,

about why Eric's in such a flap.

We saw it...
From our bedroom.

Are you saying you were
in bed with your brother?

Half-brother.
same dad, different mums.

I saw the light.
Saw it go out, too.

Eric was back inside
in two minutes.

I was with him all night. He
didn't lay a finger on anyone.

Anyone else.

Not exactly a haven of sweetness
and light, this place, is it?

It was once.

Someone called Crampton's wife
to get his mobile phone number,

and they used this phone.

Doesn't that put Stannard
back in the picture?

He admits being in there
watching a video.

Nope. Stannard's devious,
but he's not a murderer.

The best we could have hoped

is that he heard someone
make the call.

Confirms that it was an insider

at the very least.

One of these holy Joes
has got blood on his hands.

Don't like them much, do you?

Sure you won't come with us?

The crown'd be
a break from this place.

I'm still trying to
picture Tony's metaphor.

No, I'll stay.

The hospice tomorrow, then.
Ashcombe house.

What's all that about?

It's just an oddity, really.

Clara... Raphael's mother and
great-niece of the college's founder,

died there in 1991,

the same year that Margaret
Monroe started to work there.

The dates don't overlap, but...

We'll dig a bit.

Hello?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Hello, miss.

It's just me.

Don't think there's
anybody else here.

I... I wasn't sure
if I'd left the door open,

that's all.

Father peregrine's
fittin' locks tomorrow, miss.

Aaah!

Emma.

Who do you think did it?

Someone back there,
isn't it? Someone I know.

Someone I had dinner with.

I just... I don't know how we're
supposed to live with that.

Not after what I saw
this morning.

I've never... never seen
a dead body before.

Is there something
you wanted to say?

Father Martin...
Something he said.

"God,
what have we done?"

Is that what you mean?

You knew.
Yes, he told me.

And you didn't say anything
because you were afraid

that I might think that

father Martin
killed the archdeacon.

Do you think father Martin
killed the archdeacon?

Of course not.

Then why would I?

So, you're out and about again.

You have nothing to fear
from me, you know.

Nothing at all.

I nearly drowned here once.

There was a girl, Sadie.

The sea was very choppy,
the tide was in,

and she dared me
to jump in off the boat.

And you did?
Naturally.

Did she save you?

She watched me.

Drowning?!

Some swimming, some drowning.

She knew you'd make it.

Do you think so?

You've never seen a dead body?

You didn't see your sister
and your mother?

My father wouldn't let me.

Best remember them
as they were, I suppose.

I felt like he was saying
I wasn't worthy of seeing them.

I spent the next ten years
trying to be

the living embodiment
of all three of us.

People accuse me
of being an overachiever.

Maybe that's why.

And now?

Hard enough being one person.

Have you?

Moved on?

No.

Do you want to?

If you're still scared,
you can take my bed.

I'll sleep on the couch.

Didn't it start you thinking
about being a priest,

coming here so often?

Crossed my mind.

But?

Didn't have the calling.

Note of disappointment?

Good, simple life,
the priesthood.

If you've got the calling.

If you've got the calling.

It's nice to talk.

And not talk about...

May I?

I probably shouldn't.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Mr. Dalgleish!

Mr. Dalgleish!

She's been dead
since before midnight.

How did she die?

Well, the blow to the head

might have been caused by
the stairs or the floor,

it's impossible to say
at the moment.

The stairs could have been
designed to kill old ladies.

Perhaps she was carrying this
for protection.

Might even have tripped over it.

Any idea what she
might have been doing here?

She'd taken to...

Helping herself
to a bottle of wine.

Who else might have known that?

All the priests, probably
the ordinands and staff.

It was never the best wine.

Is it true?

Now, Raphael...
No, no, no, no!

Let me see her!

No, no, it's a punishment!

No!
a punishment!

You can tape up the area
by the doorway, as well.

Can I see her?

Not yet, father.
I'm sorry.

If you could wait here.

So, what have you got to say?

What are you doing to do?

We're all here waiting for
a word, and you give us...

What?!

I hold myself
responsible for everything

that has happened here.

You? You stood by
and watched!

You've done nothing for us!

Any of us!

I fought for this college!

Fought tooth and nail.

I opposed that man
with every fiber of my being,

and I am not ashamed
to say that!

But it's over.

It's all over... now.

Stood by and watched?

Yes, I watched you
and Yarborough and her

whisper and scheme and conspire.

And instead of stopping you,

yes, I stood by
and let you foment

your ridiculous conspiracy,

played politics
in the ludicrous hope

that it might
wear Crampton down.

And now we have this.

You think I killed Crampton?
I killed Agatha?

Bastard!

Bastard!!!

Can you keep
those little toiletries?

Of course.

What about the flannel?
I reckon.

Hand towels?

No.

Sir?

Right.

Yeah.
okay, we will.

Keeping it brief,
Agatha betterton's dead.

Murdered?
what do you think?

They wanted to
go through her things.

I thought it was better
I kept out of the way.

I'm sorry.

They were very tactful.

They asked me if I wanted
to accompany her body.

But it wasn't Agatha they
were taking away, not really.

She'd gone long ago.

Everything's dropping away.

Did you know about
her nocturnal visits?

I had dreams of marrying
Emma, you know.

I've hung on to that thought.

You think I'm an idiot.

No.

She would have anchored me.

I can see now
it'll never happen.

Doesn't the church anchor you?

It will once I'm priested.
No going back then.

You have doubts
about your vocation?

You sound like George Gregory.

You said earlier
that it was a punishment.

What would Agatha
be being punished for?

Not Agatha. Me.

Why you?

She saw him.

You know?

She told me she saw him.

Saw who?

The one who killed Crampton.

Did he see her?

That's what she said.

Are you still afraid
it might have been you?

Sometimes I think...

Everything here is me.

All the sins of this place.

We drew a blank.

Clara Arbuthnot
died a month before

Margaret Monroe started
work at the hospice.

There is a women worked there
the same time as Margaret.

Retired now.
Lives over Ipswich way.

No matter.
Just a hunch.

According to Raphael,
Agatha said she saw Cain.

And no, she couldn't
put a name to him.

You're right, then.

She was killed
to keep her quiet.

Eric Surtees says that he
returned the keys to the library.

Now, do we believe him?

You're next, Emma.

I think I might take a walk.

On your own?
I'll be fine.

Eric.

What were you doing with the
communion wafers, Eric?

I'm going to ask you again.

Did you go into the church
on the night

that the archdeacon
was murdered?

We're gonna lose the
college, aren't we?

And my pigs.

The only place
I ever felt was home.

You were in the church,
Eric, weren't you?

On the night he was killed?

I was only there
for ten seconds.

I was gettin' something
for Karen.

Something she needed.

It was nothing to do with
the archdeacon, nothing.

It was private, between us.

There's nothing private
anymore, Eric.

Why did you go into the church?

She needed... another
consecrated wafer.

Communion wafer.

She asks you to steal for her?

I could have said no.

It was my fault, not hers.

It's just a wafer.

She wouldn't have asked me
to take anything valuable.

But it was something
valuable, wasn't it?

You got the keys,

you went into the church...

I knew where
the wafers would be.

To the right of the altar.

And I had my story ready,

the one I told you
about seeing a light.

But there was a light.

By the doom...
Somebody there.

Who was it?

Couldn't see.
They had a...

Brown cloak and hood.

What did you do?

Just stood there.
Couldn't move.

They didn't budge.

They hadn't heard me,
hadn't see me.

Did you see the face?

The hood was up.

I knew as soon as I saw it...

...this was gonna be my home.

I knew it the day
I came up for interview.

"Bookhurst."

"Arbuthnot."

If it was one of these
that Cain's wearing,

he's had it at
the dry cleaners' since.

Totally spotless.

What about the priests' ones?

They're not brown.

Even if Surtees
is wrong about the color,

they've been nobby Clarke'd
and he found nothing.

What about...

Ronald Treeves's cloak?

Could have been overlooked
when the clothes were sent on.

Who sent them on?

Father John.

All right.

The main door opened,
the... the big south door.

And...

And the one in the cloak
just disappeared.

Who came in?

The archdeacon.

He, um, he called out.

"Where are you?"
Something like "show yourself."

And then?

I just got out of there.

I did it all for you.

Because of what he did to you.
Can't you see that?

Look at me...

Sorry, father. Could I
have a word in private?

What about?

Ronald Treeves's belongings.

The cloak, isn't it?

Yes.

Where are you taking him?

He hasn't done anything.
John... speak to me!

So he went to get me a wafer.
So what?

"Another" wafer is what he said.

Slip of the tongue?

Sir, do you want me
to get him back in again?

See what he meant to say?

There was another one.

But it wasn't stolen,
it was given to me.

By Ronald Treeves?

Yeah. By Ronald.

He was taking them out
to the outlying churches.

It was his turn or whatever.
And I asked if I could have one.

What did you want with it?

I'm doing a feature
about the black mass.

I got in with this group.

Infiltrated them...
That sort of thing.

They needed a consecrated
wafer, and I said I'd get one.

I wouldn't have bothered if I'd known
all the trouble it was going to be.

You could have picked up
a whole box

of unconsecrated ones
for a couple of quid.

That's what Eric said,

but genuine research
needs the genuine article.

And he gave you one?
Ronald Treeves?

He did, yeah.

Did you send the cloak back,
father?

Could I...

Could I talk to
commander Dalgleish?

He's busy, I'm afraid.

Sergeant rudson?

I've been in the job
ten years, father...

There isn't a lot
I haven't heard.

The boy was an animal...
Desperate for sex.

Twenty-three and a virgin.
He was dying for it.

Did you think how that
might make him feel

in the cold light of day?

One wafer out of so many...
It's not much to ask.

You must have realized
the significance

of using something like that
to pay for sex.

I lost the bloody thing anyway.

And then when I asked him
to get me another one,

he came over all guilt-ridden.

You'd think I'd have
ruined his life

instead of taking his virginity.

Within a week he was dead.

Hardly my fault.

He refused to hand over
another wafer.

Did you try and blackmail him?

No.

Ronald Treeves was at your brother's
cottage shortly before he died.

What happened?

He caught us in bed.

You and Eric?

Me and Eric.

He just stared at first.

And then it all started coming
out, all these accusations.

He actually thought
I was going to marry him.

On the basis of ten minutes
on the cliff top.

He looked crazy.
And he was crazy.

You seduced him and he
thought that you loved him.

He gave you a consecrated wafer
because you asked him to.

He knew that
he'd betrayed his vocation,

and when he came to you

he realized that
there had never been love

and that he'd been used.

Do you feel you have
no responsibility for his death?

I never told him I loved him.

And there's no proof
he killed himself.

It was an accident.

That's what the inquest said,
and that's what I believe.

I knew you'd find out
in the end. I should have...

It was stained.
The cloak.

With blood?

No. With...

Quite a big stain.

Ronald Treeves's cloak?

That is what you wanted
to talk about, isn't it?

Was it semen?

His father wanted
all his things sent home,

and I was going through them,

and I noticed the stain.

Well, I think he'd been
making love on the cloak.

In fact, I know he had,
because I saw him.

Quite by chance...
He didn't see me.

Making love with Karen Surtees?

I suppose it really
doesn't matter any longer.

Yes, with Karen.
Near the cliff top.

I didn't like to send it back
to his father like that.

Not after everything
that had happened.

Why not just clean it?

I thought Agatha would
wonder what I was up to.

In any case, I'm afraid I'm
not very good at washing things.

And so I just stuffed it
to the back of my wardrobe.

Is it there now?

Well, I knew I'd have to
do something about it,

so in the end, I got it out
and I had a bit of a go at it,

and I hung it up
with the others.

With the other
ordinands' cloaks?

Isn't it there?

I tore the nametag off it.

No, it isn't there.

Have you had a really good look?

Chances are the cloak
is still in or near the college.

Could have been fed to the pigs.

Very good.
Check the pigpen.

While you're there have a
look for the church keys.

Eric said he threw them there.

Kate, you check the
ordinands' rooms upstairs.

Then the kitchen
and the library.

No, no no...
Stop!

Good color to it.

Enough there to match the
blood to the archdeacon?

Could well be.

Get hold of father peregrine.

Find out what time
he stopped the machine

and what time
he got it going again.

What about traces of
Cain on the cloak?

It'd take some finding.
There's a chance, though?

If he's worn it,
he's left his Mark.

That woman who worked
with Margaret Monroe

at ashcombe house hospice...
Did you make a note of her?

Mildred fawcett.

Clippety-clop cottage,
medgrave.

One step ahead.

Yeah, you get used to it.

Did you turn off one of the washing
machines on the night of the murder?

Did I?

You left this card.

Dear.
what?

It's the wrong one.

Well, what did
the right one say?

That ordinands should not
use washing machines

after compline.

I go to bed early,
I sleep lightly.

The defect is apparently
in the water system

rather than the washing
machines themselves,

but, well,
the cause is immaterial.

So, why write that
about parking?

I didn't write it then.

I make them... in advance.

I must have picked up
the wrong one, being so sleepy.

You didn't see who
turned the machine on?

I wouldn't have
bothered with a card

if I'd seen them face to face.

Why didn't you mention all this
when you were questioned?

Nobody said anything
about washing machines.

No.

You must be the policeman.

My father was one,
and I can usually tell.

Adam Dalgleish, Scotland yard.

Mildred fawcett.

But I expect you knew that.

If you want to warm up,
you can help me with the leaves.

Clara Arbuthnot died
a month before Margaret

started work at ashcombe house.

At first, the coincidence
of their being in the same place

seemed significant, until
we learned of the time gap.

And then it struck me...

Perhaps they
encountered one another

when Margaret came
for the job interview.

Clara Arbuthnot was very ill,

well aware that
she had only days to live.

Suddenly she wanted
to be married.

I was her main carer,
so she asked me to organize it.

The thing was
to be done in secret,

and presided over by the priest
attached to the hospice.

There was just one problem.

We were about
to leave for the church,

and the second witness
hadn't turned up.

Margaret was coming
out of the building.

Just as you'd guessed, it was after
her interview with the matron.

I asked her if she'd be
the second witness,

and she said
she'd be glad to help.

I suppose it seemed
romantic and exciting.

Clara had a young son
at the time.

Did you know that?

I didn't.

Her intention in marrying
may have been

to make him legitimate.

Can that be done...
After the fact?

Yes, since 1976.

Legitimate, he becomes
heir to a fortune.

Margaret said that
she had to speak about this

to "the person
most concerned."

To my mind that could only be
the man that Clara married

or her son.

Did she tell you
which one it was?

No. But they're
the suspects, are they?

The husband and the son?

Tell me what you recall
of the groom.

Can you remember his name?

Exactly the question
that concerned Margaret.

It's one of the oddities
of the marriage ceremony

that only first names are used.

And neither of us
could remember it.

Both of us, however,

recalled an unusual
distinguishing feature

that the groom had.

What was that?

The ring finger
of his left hand...

Half of it was missing.

If Clara Arbuthnot wanted
to make Raphael legitimate

by marrying George Gregory,

surely Raphael must be
George Gregory's son.

That's what made the
connection in Margaret's mind.

She was looking at this

when she was telling me
about George Gregory

taking off the glove
and feeling Ronald's pulse.

It was the memory
of George's hand on the beach,

plus the bridal pictures.

That's what took her back
twelve years.

The two of them are in it together...
George and Raphael.

And it's Raphael who'll
inherit now, not the priests.

With everything
in the college intact.

I was thinking about
the washing machine.

Raphael's an ordinand.

He'd know all about
peregrine's habit

of turning the washing machine
off at night.

George Gregory has his washing
done by Ruby whats-her-name.

Done a good job...

Hasn't he?

You have the air, commander,

of a man who feels
he's at last making progress.

May we come in?

Do you have to? I need
to change before dinner.

I've asked Mrs. Pilbeam
to keep something warm for you.

I see.

I watched you
on the beach with him.

In the dark.

You want to know how many times
I've dreamed of doing that?

The beach... at night...

With you.

I thought you were beyond me.

Not just me,
any of us... anybody.

This brilliant professor
none of us has ever seen,

that's the only sort of man
you'd go for.

And then he walks in,
and you...-

I what?

It's him that's brought us down.

Not Ronald.

Not the archdeacon.

We were all right
till he arrived.

You and me, too,
we were all right.

Sit down, please.

Now that we know how things are.

Sit.

You married Clara Arbuthnot
on the 27th of April, 1991,

at St. osyth's church,
clampstoke Lacey.

Did you really believe that it had
no relevance to the murder inquiry?

I didn't tell you because
it's none of your business.

More importantly, my wife
made me promise to tell no one

until I had told my son.

I haven't told him, because the
right moment has yet to come.

Does anyone
at St. Anselm's know?

No.

Do you have to do that?

They call him Cain, you know.

The one who's doing all this.
The man of vengeance.

He knows it's all gone...
Like me.

And that when it goes...

I go, too.

That's why I didn't
want you to be alone.

I met Clara at Oxford,
when I was her supervisor.

An astonishingly attractive
18-year-old makes it plain

she wants an affair.

It was an utter disaster.

And yet the relationship
produced a child.

She didn't tell me
about the pregnancy

until well after we'd parted.

I heard from her
only once between then

and the week of our marriage.

She telephoned to say
a boy had been born

and that she'd left him here.

What were the circumstances
of the marriage?

In early '91,

she wrote to me
to say she was dying.

I went to see her.
She asked me to marry her.

She said it was for
the sake of her son.

So, why the secrecy?

She insisted on it.

The nurse who was looking
after her arranged things.

There was a last-minute
slip-up with the witness,

a woman visiting the hospice
agreed to step in.

Three days later, she died,

having told me to tell Raphael

when I judged the moment
to be right.

And you've waited twelve years.

Did you ever intend to tell him?

I can't do anything right,
can I?

Father Martin keep the papyrus
in the picture frame.

Did you know that?

Eric and Karen share a bed.

George Gregory
follows me about...

Takes pictures
when I'm on the beach.

There are no secrets here, Emma.

Not for me.

Raphael is the sole heir.

Are you doing to tell me
you didn't know that?

But he knows nothing of this.

We've only got
your word for that.

Then send for him and I'll
tell him here and now.

Is that wise?

If you're going to
accuse him of murder,

send for him,
I'll tell him myself.

In the meantime,
I'd like to get dressed.

The second witness
at the wedding.

You don't happen to
recall her name, do you?

After all this time?
Hardly.

We all have our dreams.

Raphael, I was worried.

Can you come with us?

The things that you were saying,

and the commander...

What sort of man am I, John?

You haven't answered me.

I wanted to see you.

Are you all right?

You found him?
Your Cain?

We're very close.

Raphael?

Did he hurt you?

One thing I missed out
of my pithy self-description

the other day...

I'm engaged to be married.

No reaction.

All around you

people are
coming apart at the seams,

reaching momentous decisions

with barely time to stop and
think, and you, you're...

You're supremely indifferent,
unruffled!

I'm here to investigate a crime.

Here at St. Anselm's... or here on
this earth... to do that, and no more?

What are you saying?

I'm saying, what do you think

about me being engaged
to be married?

I wish you weren't.

Then I'm not.

There's no point pissing
about here, Raphael.

And I don't how I'm going to
avoid sounding melodramatic.

I'm your father.

I'm sorry to land it
on you like this.

The commander wasn't convinced
you were in the dark about it.

I married your mother
when she was dying.

In April 1991.

And before then,
I knew only of your birth

and where you were.

When she knew she was dying,

she asked me to marry her.

She left it to me to tell you.

I hadn't yet deemed
the moment to be right.

You left me here.

You knew where I was,
and you left me here.

I came to live here.

Two years ago.

Is it true?

I think it is, yes.

You're supposed to be
investigating a murder,

not messing up people's lives.

All the times I've sat there
reciting Greek translations,

you never said anything!
I'm sorry.

You knew I was here,
and you left me!

All my life,

this... this place,
and you could've...

I could have been somebody else.

I could have been
somebody else!!!

Can you tell us
what you were doing

on the night of
the archdeacon's murder?

I was listening to music.
Mahler, I think.

And doing some marking.
I never left my cottage.

We have evidence that someone
entered Raphael's room that night.

Was it you?

I've just pointed out
that I never left my cottage.

How could I have been
in Raphael's room?

Are you letting your junior conduct
this interview because it bores you?

Or because it's so patently
obvious she finds me loathsome?

You're not supposed
to go down there.

So arrest me.

Mr. Arbuthnot!

We know that Crampton's murderer

almost certainly
wore a brown cloak.

We found one in
one of the washing machines.

Did you put it there?

No.

- We also know that someone
phoned Mrs. -28

on the evening
of her husband's death,

saying they were from
the diocesan office.

Was that you?

Refer to my last answer.

The archdeacon's death
wasn't the only thing

to jeopardize
the future of St. Anselm's.

The death of Ronald Treeves
did that, too.

He was with you
just before he died.

He came to me for a lesson
in new testament Greek.

He broke if off halfway through.

Obviously you know about

the stealing of
the consecrated wafer.

I advised him to confess
to father Sebastian.

Better to risk expulsion
than blackmail.

Did he say he was
being blackmailed?

Not in so many words.

And you warned him
that the likely result

of confession was expulsion?

Given father Sebastian's
rather peculiar view of reality.

So he went out
and killed himself?

Me again?
I'm beginning to despair

of ever getting back
in your good books.

There was a second death.

We have evidence that
Margaret Monroe

discovered you
were Raphael's father.

Did she confront you with that?

Two things worried her.

The first was that
I was deceiving father Sebastian

by not disclosing
the relationship.

More importantly,

she thought that Raphael
himself ought to be told.

It was really
none of her business.

And then she died.

Perhaps the trauma
of confronting me

brought on a long-expected
heart attack.

You'll be accusing me
of pushing Agatha betterton

down the stairs next.

And did you?

Free to go?

Yes. We'll need a hair
sample at some point.

To match with the ones
we'll get from the cloak.

You'll be taking one
from everyone?

Yes.

Then, no problem.

It's Raphael, sir.

Sorry, but I've lost him.

Have you tried the beach?

He wouldn't be there
at this time.

He's under the impression
that he killed Crampton,

did you know that?

What do you think?
Think he did it?

Rubbish.
why would he think that?

It's what he told me.

Your son's a very
disturbed young man.

But then, you know that,
don't you?

You're lying.

Are you saying that you know
your son isn't the murderer?

We have to find him.

Raphael, come back!

Find father Sebastian.
Tell him we need the boat.

Get as much help as you can!

No!!!

The water's dangerous!

Raphael!

It wasn't you!
Come on!

George...

It's you! You did
this to my son!

You take that side.

All right. Ready?

Go! Push!

George!

Raphael!

Raphael!

Hold on to me!
The boat's coming!

I should have been his father!

I waited and waited,
and now it's too late!

It's too late because of you!

George!

- "You will have been."
- told by now

"that I have
changed my plea to guilty.

"My lawyer's brilliance
is almost proportionate

"to the size of his fee,

"and I won't have Raphael
suffering all his life

"the stigma of suspicion.

"I wanted the college
closed early,

"preferably before
my son was ordained.

"And I wanted his inheritance
to be intact.

"I had always planned
to be acquitted,

"but, then, I had planned
to murder Crampton

"on a night when Raphael
would not be in college.

"I took the precaution
of checking in his set

"to see that he had left.

"Interesting that
Crampton died that night

"because of Raphael's simple act
of kindness to a sick friend.

"I've noticed before how often
evil comes out of good.

"My son's god
was chosen for him.

"He's been in the power of priests
and church since he was born.

"But the 21st century has
shaken free of all that.

"I wanted to give him the choice

"of a more contemporary deity...

"Money.

"Religion now is consumption...

"Shopping, art, music,
travel, alcohol, drugs...

"Even football
has its high priests.

"What I never anticipated
is that I would feel,

"at the last, like his father.

"He will remain a rich man.

"Time will tell if he will
remain a religious one.

"I must confess
I also took pleasure

"at the prospect of
Sebastian morrell's career

"ending in suspicion, failure,

"and ignominy.

He had ensured that mine
should end in just that way."

How so?

An academic dispute, years ago.

Father Sebastian
accused him of plagiarism.

If he thought this would

put an end to
Sebastian's career,

he'll be sorely disappointed.

Our warden has just been
offered the chair of theology

he so much coveted.

No, enough of his
self-serving pomposity.

Does he make any mention
of poor Margaret or Agatha?

He as much as admits
killing them.

It's you.
I must have dropped off.

They were murdered
to keep them quiet.

But we wouldn't have enough
to charge him with it.

He told you that
he had no hatred for Crampton.

Then why was the attack
so frenzied?

Something often takes hold...

Once the first blood is spilt.

Yes.

He's to be ordained, then?

Well, it was
touch-and-go for a while,

but yes, he's to be ordained.

And will you be happy living
with Ruby and father John?

Well, Raphael was generous
with his inheritance.

We pooled our resources

and we've bought a house
in Norwich.

But the other letter,

the one that brought you
here, the anonymous one.

That was George, as well.

I wish I could think
that George Gregory's

cold and bitter heart
were solely to blame

for the destruction
of St. Anselm's.

But it's not true.

We've lived too long in
isolation, hiding from the world,

standing fearful on the brink.

And the papyrus what's
to be done with that?

Now, that was something that I
thought you could help me with.

You said it wasn't
your place to destroy it.

My place has changed.

The papyrus was a red herring

in the hunt for the murderer.

It's a red herring
in the struggle for faith.

You know, Adam,

when I saw you again
after all these years,

I could see that you had fulfilled
the promise of your youth.

But you weren't happy.

You must forgive me, Adam,

if you think me impertinent
or insensitive...

No.

But, you know, grief...

Grief can be an indulgence.

It isn't grief that keeps
me single, father.

It's ego...

Love of privacy...

Fear of being hurt
or responsible.

More red herrings.

Did you invite her?

I, told her you were coming.

Is she coming now?

Well, she's narrowed the gap
to 200 yards,

I think the rest
is up to you, Adam.

Emma.

I was afraid you'd
mistake me for Sadie again.

I'm sorry?

It's what you said
when you came out of the sea.

Sadie.

She was the girl...

Who dared you to plunge in
once before.

So, what's the connection?

So, will I make
a good priest, father?

I think you will, Raphael.

I think you will.

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