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Wallet?

Er, yes.

Coat.

Not in this weather.

Flask and sandwiches?

It's 90 minutes away. It's not Scotland.

Those for your mum?

I didn't want to turn up empty-handed.

She ran out on you.

Again.

The point is to listen and... not to shout or judge.

Be careful. London is full of sinners and squalor.

I grew up there. Romford is no more rife

with crime than Grantchester.

No.

No, no!

Oh, Alphy, do you have a spare?

I don't have four.

You must call Geordie.

If I report this now, I won't get away before lunch.

Oh, go another day.

No, no. I can't keep putting this off.

I'm losing sleep over it already.

I can get a train.

The village has fallen into wrack and ruin.

Vandalism, theft.

Mr Everett from Number 6 is growing a beard.

Was Alphy okay?

As if he didn't have enough on his plate today already.

Maybe I shouldn't have found his mam.

Oh, Geordie, Alphy deserved to know her.

I knew she was gonna let him down.

I saw the signs.

Geordie, it'll be all right.

Alphy's got his head screwed on.

Miss Scott... need a couple of uniforms over...

So sorry, do excuse me.

Few too many martinis.

-Big night last night? -No, end of last week.

But they keep repeating on her.

Excuse me.

Good day to you, sir.

Could I venture a glance at your ticket, sir?

Er... of course.

Er... here you go.

Eh...

We should be in shortly before 11:00.

You have a wonderful journey.

The views are completely free of charge.

Thanks for the tip.

All part of the service.

I am so sorry.

Apologies.

Atkins has a lead in the Saint Said's case.

Oh... Where have the Garibaldi's gone?

They started tasting funny.

-Funny how? -Sort of metallic.

Hmm.

Miss Scott.

Please take a seat.

How long have you been in the family way?

Why would you think that?

Has someone said something?

Yeah, I'm just hazarding a guess.

Four kids.

My test results are due any day.

You haven't told Larry.

You haven't thought about this eventuality?

Never mind hiding your marriage,

-once you start showing... -Look, I know that.

I want to keep working.

Larry's preoccupied with the sergeant's exams,

-We're not ready. -Nobody ever is.

Romford.

All those for Romford, a line here, please.

Oh.

Hello.

Yes?

Is Mira Kohli in?

Nope. Sorry.

Er, do you know when she'll be back?

She sometimes comes home for lunch. Otherwise, she's at work.

Right. She prefers tulips.

And Dad might object.

Er...

sorry, who are you?

I'm her son, Rajesh.

Y-You're Mira's son?

How do you know her?

I'm Alphy Kottaram.

She's never mentioned me?

No,

I reckon I'd remember a vicar.

Or is it fancy dress?

An ironic comment on Christianity

as an oppressive tool of colonialism.

No, no, that's...

I'm sorry to bother you.

Geordie Keating,

there is a terrible injustice occurring this very instant.

Witness spotted a lad smashing wing mirrors

all along Mill Way.

So you just snatched the first child you saw?

A Mr Lowell described a young male,

maybe eight or nine, light hair, beige shirt playing truant.

That could be any boy in the village.

Said his name was Raymond Hayes.

Oh.

Which Mrs Chapman also confirmed.

Oh.

Larry, get hold of his parents.

Raymond's father is very ill and his mother died years ago.

He needs help.

Not wild accusations.

Then I'm sure you'd be happy to sit in with Raymond

while we get to the bottom of this.

Happily.

Alphy?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

To ask you why you disappeared, again.

But don't worry, it's all very clear now.

You... You... you went to my house?

I met Rajesh.

Th-They... They don't know about you.

That was abundantly clear.

-I'm so sorry, I... -I-I have a brother...

and you kept it from me.

They... They're not ready to find out.

And when was I going to be ready to find out?

I don't know.

- I'm so sorry, - But I've got it.

Thirty years, of course you have a family.

But you lied to me.

I-I couldn't tell you.

So shame then.

-I'm your dirty secret. -No.

Or is it this, huh?

I don't understand it.

An Indian man being part of that church.

You left me there...

outside that church, remember?

I was a child.

I-I... I knew nothing about missionaries and conversions.

I-I'm so glad that you are alive and...

and... well and happy.

But I just...

I hate...

that you didn't escape it.

You hate it.

But you've had 30 years to correct your mistake.

And in all that time, you didn't check on me, not once.

Er, careful.

I have preserves from Fortnum's inside.

And I don't want them spread anywhere other than

the scones at luncheon club.

Or I'll see to it that your next stop

will be the benefits office.

They can't get away with this, Matty.

It's just so unfair.

Flora, not amongst the navvies and the missionaries.

Oh, you really can be quite witless.

I'm a saint for tolerating you all these years.

Excuse me. Sorry. Thank you.

Mind the doors. Mind the doors.

A "thanks" would be nice.

Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?

No, please go ahead.

Very polite of you to ask.

You are supposed to, aren't you?

Not everyone does.

I'd hate to steal somebody's seat.

Or sit on an invisible bunny rabbit.

Can you imagine? I'd be so embarrassed.

I can't imagine that Harvey

would be too impressed either.

Do you think he'd need a ticket?

Invisible rabbit?

Ah, they're not going to charge him.

Where are you going to?

Cambridge.

Smashed windows at Blakely's farm,

threw rocks at a delivery truck, vandalised a signpost.

All that from just this spring.

And all before your dad got ill?

We tried the stern talking to, clip round the ear.

But now you're back in here.

Mrs C called by earlier.

Someone did for Alphy's tyres.

That was a vicar's car.

A good friend of mine.

Today was a very important day for him.

Tell us, son...

did you do it?

Don't be intimidated, Raymond.

Just be truthful, and all will be well.

I did it.

I did all of them.

Do you speak English?

English?

I don't think shouting helps.

-What's happening? -Oh.

Good. You do understand.

We thought you might be able to help.

There's a woman crying...

has been for a while.

If you really are a vicar, well, maybe that's your sort of thing.

Erm...

Er, where are we?

Broken down about 20 minutes from Cambridge.

All right.

Fine. Leave it with me.

Is everything all right?

Oh, it... it's Matty. I think that...

I think that she's...

Matty?

Matty, can you hear me?

Wake up, Matty.

Come on, wake up. How long has she been like this?

-She's not breathing. -Is she okay?

No.

No, I'm afraid she's dead.

Can I get you a drink? A tea, a coffee?

No?

Suppose not.

Er, would you like to read?

I have the new Burgess.

This really shouldn't be so difficult.

Do you need a tinkle, poppet?

Jen? Have you heard?

-Our results are in. -What?

-How did you know? -Atkins told me.

Atkins?

He's got a mate in Ely. Had their letter today.

This could be it.

The sergeant's exam.

Of course. What else?

Er, the letters aren't here yet.

Oh, okay.

Maybe tomorrow.

Raymond needs sympathy and understanding.

I know he's young a-and his dad's ill,

and it's all very sad... But you don't know them.

The whole family's bounced in and out of here for years.

Some people can't change their nature.

If we all give up on him,

then he really doesn't stand a chance.

Well, the community disagrees.

We've had dozens of complaints about him from villagers.

It's in his best interest

that I let the juvenile court decide his fate.

We need to alert the guard

and see if there's a doctor on board.

I'll go.

Best if the rest of us stay put.

I'm so sorry.

You have my deepest condolences, Miss...

I'm Flora. Thank you.

Was Matty unwell?

No, she never got ill.

Where are you travelling today?

On my way home to Cambridge.

But he insisted we see the new show at the Royal Academy.

Would you like to pray for her with me?

Here we all are.

And good day to you all.

Oh.

This is the unfortunate lady.

-Er, her name is Matty... -Matilda Garland.

Probably her heart, poor dear.

-All right, let's get you out. -No, don't, don't.

N-Never move a body.

Well, not until the authorities have seen her.

Have some experience, do you, sir?

-A little. -Really?

I-I think that's right. I've read that.

How long do you suppose we'll be stuck here for?

While they suppose, I shall confirm an answer for you

when I've conversed with the driver.

Just stay put for now.

Hey, didn't you hear him?

Come back.

For God's sake. Boy, stop!

What is it?

How can I help Raymond?

I can't go behind Geordie's back.

But can Geordie really just throw a child into a boys' home?

I shouldn't talk to you about it.

I've endured three interminably long evenings

of risk on your behalf in the last fortnight.

So, if you want to imperil the Northwest Territory again,

I suggest you aid me now.

You have to look at the welfare of the boy...

and the welfare of the community.

I know they've complained about him, but...

could they be persuaded to say...

they prefer him to stick around?

What is it?

I was meant to pray for her.

I've, er...

I've had a dream about...

praying for the dying.

Go forth from this world,

in the love of God who created you,

in the mercy of...

That was a short one.

I thought you said not to touch her.

I said not to move her.

There's blood on her fingers.

You think she was killed?

I think it's good to ask questions.

Beats sitting around.

Any discoloration?

My father was a doctor.

Redness for asphyxia,

cherry or pink for cyanide, brown for nitrates.

Move over, Miss Marple.

Hardly.

Oh.

Ah, it's metal.

All right. Yeah, move it.

Hey, watch the jacket, man.

-Shut it. -You all right, love?

Sit.

We've got some questions for you.

-I've done nothing wrong. -Then why'd you run, son?

-Exercise. -Yeah, more like fair dodgy.

No, I always buy my tickets.

Codswallop! You're bunking!

Er, if I could have a quick word.

Did you find out...

Matty Garland over there...

I don't think she died of natural causes.

She had this in her arm.

-She was murdered? -What?

Why do you think that?

We found a wound on her.

"We"?

-Amelda? -On my train.

Good Lord. What is this world coming to?

-I should take that... -Yeah.

Keep it as evidence.

Can you contact the police?

I only talked to the driver,

find out what the holdup is.

We're gonna be here a while.

I'll walk to the next signal post and telephone ahead.

We should go over everyone's movements.

This isn't a parlour game, vicar.

I'm well aware.

When was the last time anyone saw Matty alive?

Well, I came through after Broxbourne.

She asked me what time we were due in at Cambridge.

She was alive well after that. I heard her after Audley End.

That was the last stop.

Well, has anyone from another carriage

come through here since then?

I don't think so.

-Jack? -No.

You ran, you little rat!

-I didn't do it! -Let's not jump to conclusions.

It's one of us.

-And he ran. -But we haven't spoken to Flora.

She went to get a drink.

I just needed a minute to myself.

We need to go back to the other carriage, Flora.

I don't want to.

But we're trying to keep everyone together. We're...

We're all witnesses now.

Witnesses to what?

Matty may not have died of natural causes.

Oh, God!

No, no, no. I can't.

Tell me what Matty was like.

A force of nature.

So sure of herself.

Woe betide anyone that stood in her way.

Hmm.

How long had you known her?

Since our Wren days.

She's my best friend.

Was. No one else would have a silly old thing like me.

I doubt that.

I...

overheard you talking about this.

You were upset by something in it?

It... It's silly nonsense.

There was an anonymous letter in the paper

questioning Matty's charity work.

Huh. Oh, yeah.

"Self-aggrandising folly..."

Ah, someone didn't like her.

Like radish in a sandwich.

-She was a strong flavour. -Mm.

Showed off a bit... Like with her necklace.

Er, necklace?

Gold... with emeralds.

Heirloom of the Raj.

You must have noticed.

-I must have. -Worth a fortune.

I said she was inviting trouble wearing it.

Hmm.

What's that?

-Ridley? -I have no idea.

Matty's writing.

She loved a crossword.

The attendant in the buffet car

can't recall anyone else coming through.

And no one's been in your carriage in the last hour.

Did... Matty leave her seat, go anywhere?

No.

Well, once.

Just after we broke down, she went to get a tea

and then came back a minute later

without one and then just...

fell asleep.

All of them... withdrawn their statements?

At the same time.

Every single one.

Leonard.

I really appreciate you taking the time.

Leonard.

I could have you up for meddling in police affairs.

Mr Lowell and the others simply agreed that handing the boy over

to social services was not in the best interest

of the village.

Until the next time he vandalises or steals something.

You're being very cynical.

How many of your ex-cons started like this?

I put Raymond into the care of the state.

Maybe he doesn't end up back here in five years

for something much worse.

Or maybe giving him a break now gives him a chance to change.

He's nine years old.

On your head be it,

but we both know where good intentions lead.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I hope you'll understand the imposition.

But for the sake of everyone else on this train,

I'm afraid I must confine you all to this carriage.

With Matty?

My apologies, but I insist.

Driver says we're to be at least another half hour here.

And I would seek to preserve the scene of the crime.

Have you called the police?

I'll pass the message to Control.

God, he can't do this, can he?

Hey, it's okay.

You can't!

You're locking us in with the killer!

Understood. Thanks.

Yes, we'll have someone at the station.

-Boss. -Hmm?

Suspicious death on a train.

I'll head over now.

It's not in yet. Broken down on its way back from London.

Alphy's in London.

Could be on it.

You worried about him?

No, of course not.

No, he's down there chasing his mum.

For whatever that's worth.

You know, some parents do more harm than good.

Not all.

My mum, God rest her...

she pushed me to be a copper,

cheered me on when no one else did.

Would never have met Jen or you without her.

Raymond, you'll be able to leave here shortly.

If you'd like, I can take you back home.

Why?

Well, I thought you might like to be with someone you know.

Why are they letting me go?

I explained that there were other factors

affecting your behaviour.

Why did you do that?

Mr Finch is doing something nice for you, Raymond.

No, he's not. He's not nice, he's sticking his nose in.

-Raymond. -You're not my dad!

You're nobody!

Mr Finch was trying to help you.

Yeah, he's a good man.

And you need all the friends you can get.

-Stop it! -We're not doing anything.

You keep talking all the time.

I've stolen lots of things.

Why aren't you doing your jobs?

I, erm,

I appreciate your time with the distressed lady, vicar.

And your... unexpected input.

Well, I have been around a few crime scenes,

-helped a few policemen. -Hmm.

There's one inspector whose input

would be a real help about now.

Real jack of all trades, aren't ya?

Or Jamal, I suppose.

My guess is, if it's not me, it's not you...

it's not Amelda.

Probably not that Flora. Then...

it must be the lad.

-Exactly. -Hmm.

Not the only amateur detective in town.

Mm.

He's gonna slip up.

And you're gonna catch him.

Her necklace is gone.

I didn't see it when we examined her.

But it must be on the train.

No, you're right. I didn't see that before.

I thought I should keep track of what we know. For the police.

Missing necklace, metal spike.

Using my little grey cells.

You're missing a ring.

Oh, of what?

It's been stolen, too?

Ah.

-So you're married? -Are you disappointed?

It's Jeff, isn't it?

-Either he's your husband or... -Or I'm having an affair.

Oh...

A grubby little word when you say it out loud.

I married my childhood sweetheart, Harry.

And I guess if you do it long enough,

even bliss becomes routine.

Trapped in the same day, living it over and over.

And Jeff's an escape from that.

You're a very perceptive man.

Well, this would make me one-all today.

For having the wool pulled over my eyes.

Oh.

-I'm sorry. -I...

I trusted someone with a...

bad track record. It's stupid and naive.

Don't be so hard on yourself for being optimistic.

We all need hope.

Hmm.

You must think terribly of me.

I think lies hurt people.

People like your husband.

I think she'd share some of that chocolate?

I think she's diabetic.

So she could have a needle.

We need to check her case.

Hey, I need to speak to the guard.

You tried, Leonard.

Let us deal with it now.

-Most kids aren't like that. -Are you sure?

They're given toy guns and swords,

and we wonder why they raise their fists.

Maybe Geordie's right.

Maybe our prisons are full of Raymonds...

destined for violence.

I had a spud gun.

I turned out all right.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Tough day, right?

That poor child.

Not all kids are like that.

They could be, though.

That's the risk, isn't it? I-If you... get it wrong...

You get everything wrong.

No matter how hard you try.

You'll worry about it for the rest of your days. Hmm.

Well, brilliant pep talk. Thanks.

You know, my dad...

wasn't much cop.

And Alphy was raised by the state.

But sometimes kids get by despite their parents.

Maybe this is just a scare.

A chance to think about what you want.

Mrs Garland and Mrs Crabtree's.

That must be Flora's medical case.

This kinda thing.

Well, there's the insulin. There should be a syringe,

Well, as you can see, there is not.

I've held on to something in lost property

that might prove useful.

You wouldn't believe what gets left or thrown away on here.

Or maybe the syringe was thrown away.

Okay. It should be...

You do realise you are literally

looking for a needle in a deconstructed haystack?

You can't kill someone with insulin.

Can you?

You could put poison in it.

Or you could simply inject Matty with air.

-Give her an air embolism. -Good God.

Well, it wasn't me.

She was my friend.

Someone's been through my things, my medicine.

We know Matty left her seat just after the train stopped,

but never got to the buffet carriage.

She could have been confronted and injected there...

in the gangway.

And the syringe thrown out.

Can you all stop looking at me?

Matty was...

a big character.

She was my best friend.

A best friend that belittles you...

bullies you?

Well, maybe she needed taking down a peg or two.

With a damning letter to the paper.

It was just a silly letter to take the wind out of her sails.

To not be the be all and the end all, if only for a moment.

If she twigged it was you, maybe she got angry.

Woe betide anyone who stood in her way.

No.

What about the necklace, Amelda says it's missing.

-Did you take that, too? -No, I didn't.

I told you about that.

Damn you all.

Please, Mrs Crabtree.

I don't have it.

I am not a killer or a thief.

I am just a doormat.

A pathetic doormat.

And I always will be.

There's always pickpockets on this route.

Do shut up.

I'm just saying. It could be anyone.

He knows.

He ran, didn't he?

Because he killed Matty.

-What? -He knows where the necklace is.

I was just tryna make you feel better.

There's a very simple solution. Turn out your pockets.

No.

It would put all our minds at ease.

-If you would. -Hey, sod off!

Oi, we have a right to know if there's a murderer amongst us.

You're bloody happy now?

Well.

I'm not hiding anything.

Nor I.

Not a pretty sight.

Too many old tickets and sweet wrappers.

Now you, vicar.

A con man in a costume,

who pulled the wool over all our eyes.

You have those cuffs handy, Mr Birde?

I-I didn't hide it. I showed you more.

It was planted in my pocket.

Do you think we're fools, hmm?

Do you think we're stupid enough

that we buy the idea of a crime-solving, Indian vicar?

I am a vicar.

I never lied to you.

I should have trusted my instincts.

No, get off. Stop it!

-Don't. -He's been helping us.

He's not one of us.

I was asleep when Matty died. You know I didn't kill her.

Do we? Do we know that?

We welcome foreigners into this country,

and this is what happens.

Oh, not that old toss, Jeff.

I'm not saying I like it, but open your eyes.

You were young, naive. You've got no clue

what these colonials are doing to this country.

I am married to a colonial.

Harry's from the West Indies.

And yet, who you sleeping with?

You can be such an arse.

This is yours.

I've seen these before in your office.

The necklace was in here.

You planted it on me.

I did not.

Ask him for a look in his little office.

There's a dozen more of these.

Enough! He'll say anything.

Stringing us along with his amateur detective tosh.

I promise you all, he is your thief.

Enough!

I'm the guardian of this train, I have authority here.

You are a liar.

And you're no reverend.

Whoa!

Poking and prodding and questioning.

We've heard enough from you. Come on.

-Cuff the other hand. -Get off!

You know what? There are always pickpockets on your route.

-I wanna see your office. -Sit down, son.

I wanna see...

-like the preacher man said. -Really?

Fare dodgers giving orders now.

He won't show us.

He did bloody steal it, and he probably killed the old girl.

Sit yourself down.

You never showed us that.

You never showed us your pockets.

Hey!

I told you, he robs the passengers.

You took it off, Matty, just after she died.

Can you explain this?

-Well, now, let's not be hasty. -You owe us that.

I'm really curious, Mr Authority.

Mm-hmm.

I've been on the railway since I was demobbed.

Giving it the best years of my life.

And now the bosses want to axe half the lines.

Put people like me out and they're here.

All right, so maybe not everything

made its way to lost property.

But I'm no murderer.

You were right.

My... optimism about Raymond was naive.

No, it wasn't.

The world needs people like you to stop

people like me getting too cynical.

We're both missing the bigger issue here.

What's that?

That boy is sure as hell

isn't looking for a way out of this station.

What you're going through...

it's very unfair.

My mum got ill when I was very young.

And...

my dad wasn't around

and I struggled.

Were you sad?

Yes.

And lonely.

Do you feel that?

I talk to Mum sometimes.

She's in the churchyard.

At the back.

I think that's lovely.

It doesn't help Dad though, does it?

You are helping your dad.

You're doing so much for him.

He's getting worse.

He can't look after me too.

You think it would help him if you weren't around?

-If you were here? -Course it would.

My cousin's at a borstal.

They have meals and beds.

We can do better than that.

Raymond?

We're going to do better than that.

I swear to you.

Is Raymond going to be okay?

Yeah, I was wrong about him.

You wanted the best for him.

Hmm, I wanted shot of him before he slashed my tyres.

You cared...

and you listened.

Alphy usually does that.

You don't always need to run around the country

with a vicar to make a difference.

Maybe not.

If it were up to me,

you'd be a shoo-in for the chief inspector job.

The secretaries do like a gossip.

How are you feeling now?

Much like how a football feels after a match.

Tomorrow could always be better.

Don't lose hope.

This might sting.

Those five years of medical school really paid off.

I told you my dad was a doctor.

Dr Ridley.

Ridley.

She knew your family name.

Matty knew you.

She knew you were having an affair.

I-I needed this.

This escape. I...

I wasn't ready for it to end.

You needed her silence.

Please. Please, I'm begging you.

You needed to know she wouldn't say anything.

And you knew enough about medicine

to recognise Flora's diabetes.

That she'd have a syringe with her.

And what an air embolism could do.

If she told Harry, I would lose everything.

People would talk. I...

She would ruin my life.

Your fantasy life.

How does that look now?

Was Jeff worth it?

Larry!

Yes, boss?

You've got some explaining to do.

I have received a very disturbing letter

regarding the behaviour of an officer in this force.

I haven't done nothing wrong.

Well, that's not what it says here.

What's it say?

It relates to the successful promotion

of a Detective Sergeant Larry Peters.

Oh, my God. You had me going.

Congratulations.

Your mum would be proud.

Thank you, Geordie.

Thank you so much.

Bear with me, Mrs Peters.

I have your results.

Ah, it's positive.

Congratulations to you and your husband.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I didn't catch your name.

No.

You didn't.

I hear you had quite the journey.

Who were you on the train with?

Henry Cooper?

Geordie, I am never leaving Rochester again.

Come on, then.

You sort things out with your mum?

She lied to me.

She'd hidden her whole family.

I'm so sorry, Alphy.

I'm obviously not the son she wanted.

Nor living the life she hoped for.

It's strange then that you're so bloody good at it.

Geordie, I couldn't convince five people on that train

that I was a vicar.

Give over.

Five people.

And the nicest one was the murderer.

Well, we need to work on your choice in women.

Yeah, I need time to think.

And pray.

Okay.

I'll drop you at the church.

Pub first though, right?

Yeah.