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No splash marks. When someone's been
hit around the head,
you'd expect blood spatter.

No evidence of the attack
took place in here? No.

Checked his house? Yeah. Weapon?

Could have been any number of tools.
It was heavy, had a slight curve
and a very sharp edge.

RETCHING

Colm, what's wrong? Nothing.

Something you ate?

No.

You sure I can't help?

I am sick with grief.

For Father Stuart?

You're a priest. Do you believe
in good? Of course. And evil?

If there's a heaven,
there must be a hell. If there's
good, there must be evil. Yes?

Yes. Yes.

That man was evil.
No. He WAS difficult.

No, he was evil.

And I hated him.

And I am full of grief at the loss
of the object of this passion.

My anger.

And that loss makes me sick
to my stomach. Sick to my soul.

Am I clear now, Father?
Is there anything in your religion
to cure this?

Your religion too, Colm.

No.

I didn't choose it.

I was given it.

Ah, Mr Hare, do you want
to come straight through? Yeah.

Thanks. Ah, Father Ryan.

Just take a seat over there.

You all right?
Yeah, just a bit shaken, that's all.

I could do with a shot
of one of those optics.

Oh, it won't take long. We just
really need the basics for now.

COLM: 'Came to the church...'

We'd just been able
to get back into the crypt.

James and Moira were at the front
with Father Ryan,
practising their celebration. Of?

It was a practice for
a renewal of their marriage vows.
They've been married for 40 years.

Why practice? To be perfect.

They are having...
They were having a big party.
Family, friends, a photographer...

Father Stuart
was the priest who married them.

I'm sorry, I'm not religious.
Is a big party common?

Nowadays, it isn't common to be
married for 40 years. Of course.

We were delighted
for James and Moira. It's wonderful.

There he was.

Father Stuart. Eh...flat out in
the trench with his head stove in.

Any idea...

who'd attack Father Stuart
like that?

No. No. I-I...
ran and got...eh...Father Ryan.

After dinner last night, he said
he was going out. In a wheelchair?

He was a very determined man.
Where was he going?

He didn't say.

How well did you know him?
Father Ryan?

Father Stuart.

Eh...

Well, I knew him to look at.

I knew who he was.
We'd exchanged a few words.

That's all.

Look.

There's a tyre mark here. See?
That's an odd direction.

Now, look over here.

Blood.

It looks as if someone's
hastily tried to scrub it out,

but they've moved this
in front here where it's heavier.

And just read that text.

"Though I speak with the tongues
of men and..."

No, no. Further down.
Towards the end of the chapter.

"When I was a child,

"I spoke as a child...

"I understood as..."
That's the same text that we found
with the body in the concrete slab.

Yeah.
It's St Paul's to the Corinthians.

Is this blood?

These are all probables.
The attack took place at the altar.

The weapon was probably
the tall candlestick holder.
The victim was taken downstairs,

the attacker returned,
cleaned up the blood
and the candle holder. With me?

Unofficially, Frankie says

we're looking at closer to midnight,
so we need to find some witnesses.
Father Ryan? Tucked up in bed.

He said Father Stuart
went out about 8pm.

To do?
Didn't say.

Meeting someone? It's hard to see
what else he was doing.
Who else have we talked to?

Colm Hare. He was home alone. And?
There's something about him.

I don't know.
Didn't like him much, eh? No.

Anyone else? Bridget Sullivan
was out with her husband
and some friends.

Who is Bridget Sullivan?

James and Moira Bowen's daughter.
Anyone talked to them?
They're waiting outside.

How long had you known
Father Stuart? 42 years. He came
straight here from the seminary.

And he married you 40 years ago?
Yes.

And you've known him all the time
since then? He was our parish priest
till he retired.

What was his illness? Huntington's
Disease. It's a wasting disease.
It effects the nervous system.

It gets worse as time goes on.

Did you both like him?
Of course. Why do you ask?

Well, he seemed rather difficult.

Did everyone like him?
Everyone doesn't like everyone.
The world's not like that.

He was a good parish priest.

Honest. Truthful.

Loyal to his faith and to us,
and that's what counts.

Who didn't like him? Listen!
Someone disliked him so much,
they killed him!

Who disliked him enough to kill him?
The man is just dead!
I know, Mr Bowen.

And I'm trying to find out
who killed him.

Where were you both last night?
We were together.

All evening? Yes.

Are we some sort of suspects?
No. I'm asking you the same
questions I'll ask everyone.

It doesn't mean
that we're accusing you.

We delivered flowers to the church
about 8pm.

Lilies. Just like we had
when we married 40 years ago.

What time did you leave the church?
Eh...9pm.

When you left,
everything was normal? Yes, yep.

So you locked up the church, and...?
Went home.

Went home. OK.

Are you still going
to go ahead with your service?

We'll have to talk to people.
Father Ryan, our daughter.
But I think we should.

The reading, it's...eh...
going to be from St Paul's?

Yes. Do you have any reason
for that particular passage?

It's the lesson from our original
wedding service.

Oh. Well, what does it have to do
with St Joseph of Arimathea?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Well?

Well, they're in shock.

Bound to be upset if you'd lost
a friend of 40 years like that.

Even though
he was a bit of a monster?

Whether he's the sweetest child
or the worst monster, it's our nature
to get involved with people,

so, naturally, we mourn.

James. Can we speak?
Sure.

Alone. Sorry, Moira.

Take the car. I'll walk.

You knew Colm's father,
Gabriel Hare. I did.
You remember when he died? I do.

We were on the same site.
I was told he killed himself.

Don't listen to gossip, Father.
Don't talk down to me, James.
Respect me as your priest, at least.

I mean no disrespect. It was 20 years
ago. "Who knows what happened
back then?" is what I'm saying.

Let him rest in peace.
He was a good Catholic.

Why did he kill himself?
The policeman asked me that. Seamus.

Just answer me! Was he in debt?

Not really.

I'll tell you what I know.
Let's walk.

There's another one over there.
I'll check that one.

DS Spencer Jordan. Do you keep
that running 24 hours? Yes.

I've been expecting you.

Eh...

James gave me this. What is it?

Oh, it's a photograph of your...
Nick's son.

Why were you expecting me?

If I'd just discovered
I had a grandson,
I'd want to find out about him.

Where is he? In America. A student
of economics. That's where he found
he had Huntington's disease,

from a genetic test. He wanted
to get married. Of course,
the doctors asked about his family

and I said there was no Huntington's
on my side, but I wouldn't know
where to find his father.

I could have found you,
but what's the point?

What's improved
by sharing the information?

You don't know where Nick is? No.

I wish we'd met before.

Nick used to talk about you when
he'd come home. Well, we didn't.
And it was all a very long time ago.

You've not heard from Nick?

Well, I thought maybe you had
and just kept it from James. No.

I expect Nick has it by now.

Give me your hand.

No shaking.

And you can walk all right?

Yes.

I don't understand.

Huntington's disease. A wasting
disease of the nervous system.

Generally unnoticeable in youth,
it might be indicated by a slight
tremor in the hand of a young man,

by unsteady gait in a man
in early middle age.
By the time he reaches 60,

that same man or woman
is gonna be in a wheelchair or dead.

This area predicts Huntington's
disease. This gene map is generated
from DNA extracted from the corpse.

You've done that already? I mean
from the man in the concrete slab.

Both the man in the concrete slab
and Father Stuart have
Huntington's disease?

Apparently. Why did you look for it
in the man in the slab? I didn't.

I was looking for some genetic
predictor of blindness
and there wasn't any.

But there WAS this gene here.

Is it common?

In some parts of the world,
but not in London.

The gene exists in only a fraction
of 1% of the British population.

Only half that number develop
the disease. But one characteristic

is very interesting for us.

The gene can be passed from father
to child as well as mother to child.

So, if you've got it and your mother
isn't the gene carrier,
then your father MUST be.

So, Father Stuart is related
to the man in the slab.

Well, leaving coincidence aside...
Yes. Let's do that, shall we? Yeah.

They are extremely likely
to be related.

But I'll need to do a DNA test.

Brothers?

Father Stuart was an only child.
Son? Doesn't bear thinking about!

Let me do the DNA analysis.

It's not as if
they're going anywhere. OK.

Let's get back to the blindness.
Blind alley! As yet,
I can't tell from the remains.

He was blind or he wasn't?
I don't know!

Not knowing is sometimes a
perfectly good scientific conclusion.

Am I looking for one murderer or
two? I have no evidence yet to say
the man in the slab was murdered.

One or two?

One.

For now.

OK. Thank you.

Hiya, Spence.

Right. Witnesses?

No video coverage of the church
or the street
directly outside the church.

But six of the shops along
have security videos.

There's coverage of the shop doorways
front windows and partial coverage
of the street leading to the church.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

OK.

For you.

Moira?

Moira.

I can't cut onions.
It always does this to me.

Weeping is no good.
Bit late for that.

Moira, thanks.

What for? For backing me.
I don't know what you mean.

You do, Moira. With the copper.
Thanks for backing me.
You're drunk, James. Go to bed.

You come with me.

How long has it been?

Oh, my life! You come with me.

No!

I've been a rotten husband.

I always loved you, but I know
I've been a rotten husband. Ah, sshh!
I want to say... Sshh!

..thanks and I'm sorry.

We are what we are.

By the time you get to our age,
been married as long as we have...

well, we ought to know ourselves.
Who we are.

Is that so?

Did you kill Father Stuart?

No.

Some men would have.

Do you know who did?
No.

No.

You shouldn't be in here.

I find young policemen very
respectful of uniform and rank.
Don't you? No.

Can I have my church back? Yes.
When Forensics have finished.

I was wondering,
would James and Moira be able
to hold their ceremony here?

You didn't bring me here
to discuss the order of service,
did you? You're right there.

I wasn't completely frank with your
colleague. Before Father Stuart
went out, there was a phone call.

Was that call for me? No.

After he had gone, I dialled 1471.

'Father Stuart could be
very brusque. I wanted to make sure
the call hadn't been for me.

'The call was from Colm Hare.'

Maybe he rang off
because he didn't get you. Maybe.

But you don't think so, do you?

I think Colm Hare
may have killed Father Stuart.

Why?

Because Colm almost said it
to me. Why would he kill him?

Because Colm Hare believes
Father Stuart killed his father.

This "blind" thing is driving me
mad. It could just be symbolic.

You don't really believe that?

Psychological theories have to fit
the evidence. No shoe-horning. Or?

Or it isn't science.
So, what fits here? No shoe-horning.

OK. A 20-year-old dead man
is buried secretly in a church crypt.
He has Huntington's disease.

Bearing in mind his age, he may or
may not have shown symptoms of it.

20 years later, his body is dug up.
Within days...

a former parish priest is murdered
on exactly the same spot. Yes.

Got to be connected. Yes.

Psychologically speaking, placing
the priest's body on the dead man's
grave brings them both together.

Why psychologically?

Because the act bears a message
which is meaningful to the killer

and probably some others as well.
What's the relationship between
the priest and killer? Very complex.

Thanks for coming. Take a seat.

Did I have a choice?
No. You're not under arrest.
You're free to leave at any time.

Anything to drink? Tea? Water? No.

A few issues have arisen
from the statement that you gave.
Where were you last night?

I've already said this to her.
Indulge me.

I was home.

With? Alone. Is that usual?
Yeah, I'm divorced.

You didn't go out to church?
I don't go to the church casually.

You phoned the priest's house.

Yeah. I have a building site
at the church. I called. No answer.

Did you go to the church
to check your equipment? No.
But you DID call the priest?

I already said I did,
but no-one answered.
Why didn't you mention this to me?

You didn't ask. You didn't talk
to Father Stuart? No.
Didn't arrange to see him?

No.

That's strange, isn't it?

Because, after you called,
he went out.

How old were you
when your father died?

12. It was an accident.
He fell off the scaffolding.

Yes. But not everybody thinks it was
an accident. Meaning? Father Stuart
didn't think it was an accident.

Yeah, well,
Father Stuart's a first-class shit.

Can you be a little more specific?

Father Stuart lacked humility.
He thought his words killed my
father. He thought he had that power.

Was he right? No.

Do you think that your father
killed himself?

Yeah. I know he did. Why?

My dad believed in the things that
glue working-class society together.

He believed in the Church
and the family and the Labour Party.
He was a governor at my school.

Then he fell out with Father Stuart.

Why did he? Dunno. I was a kid.

But I DO know that that priest
made sure my dad was kicked off
every committee he was on,

that Father Stuart did everything
to make sure my dad knew
that he wasn't needed in the church

or out.

When my dad died, Father Stuart told
everyone that he had killed himself.

It was like one man running another
out of town.

I think my dad thought
his world was ending.

He felt he was locked out
of everything that mattered to him.

When did he fall out
with Father Stuart?

Couple of years before he died.
That was about the time that he was
doing the conversion to the crypt?

Mm.

The work that you're re-doing now.

Are the two deaths connected?

How should I know?

Why did you phone Father Stuart?
I didn't.
Why did you phone Father Stuart?!

I wanted to get him alone.

I wanted to tell him to his face
what a two-faced, hypocritical...

..whey-faced bastard
I thought he was.

I wanted to get him
in front of his sanctuary alone

and tell him that he murdered my dad.

Why then? Why not before?

Because the next day,
he was going out onto his stage,
in front of his altar,

and people would admire him...

..and say what a nice chap he was

and isn't it a pity he was crippled?

And I wanted him to know
that at least I knew
what he was really like

and at least I wasn't frightened
of telling him. Did you?

No.

Did you go to the church?

No.

Why not?

What's the point?

Did you kill Father Stuart?

No.

I preferred him alive.

No death could make him suffer
the way he was suffering alive.

Oh, is that it?
What do you want me to do? Arrest
you? DC Silver will show you out.

Was that a bluff?
Is he capable of killing?

He was 12 when the man in the slab
died. So that's a no? Mm.

Can't walk away from your family,
though, can you? Gabriel didn't walk
away. He jumped off some scaffolding.

If it's Gabriel we're talking about?

Dad?!

Dad, did you sleep here?

I...I was doing some paperwork
and stayed late.

Shall I make some coffee?

Eh...no.

No.

I have to go out.

Pathologist's report?

Morning(!) Oh, morning. Concrete slab
man? It's on your desk.

And?
She drew the same conclusions as me.

No sign of any foul play, no evidence
of murder, just that he was dead.
What was he doing in concrete?!

That's detective work.
What have you got? Father Stuart.
What do you see?

A mess. What am I supposed to see?

These marks made by the candleholder.
Only weapon? Mm.

Opportunity crime.

Why? Because if the killer had gone
with the intention of killing, he
would have taken something with him.

You're saying
it's not premeditated?

Well?

Well, a bit of a result, really.
This is from the plumber's
opposite the church.

But you can't see the church.

It's a security camera. I don't think
the plumbers considered they had much
to fear from the church.

This is the church, this is
a cul de sac. Every car that comes
through the cul de sac to the church

has to pass this security camera.
Go on. OK.

This is obviously James Bowen's van.

That's 8.05. That's the time
he said he delivered the flowers.
But you can't see the numbers

of any of the other vehicles. Mel's
chatting up some traffic inspector.

He's got software that'll extract
car registration details
from virtually any quality picture.

OK. Right.
OK.

Now, 11.30 pm.

Bowen's van again.

So he made two separate visits
to the church.

8.05...

and 11.30. OK. Run that back.

OK. Right.

You can't see if there's anyone
in the passenger seat, and his wife
said she was with him all evening.

No. You can't tell.
Oh, and the car registration numbers
from the video so far.

Names and addresses
of registered owners?
That's coming. Visit them all.

Thomas Alfred Carr, 10 Ports
Mansions, E8. Did you do CRO checks
on any of those names and addresses?

Started. I didn't get as far
as Thomas Carr. He drove
a maroon Ford Sierra. G567 NGO.

OK. I think I should do this one. OK.

DS Spencer Jordan, pin 5821.

'Can I help you, DS Jordan?'

Yeah. Could I have a name check,
please? On a Thomas Alfred Carr,

10 Port Mansions, E8.

Yup. It's over there.

'DS Jordan?' Yes?
'The subject is known.'

For?
'He's on life licence. Murder.'

Hi.

Hello.

You are? DS Spencer Jordan.
DC Amelia Silver. Calling on Mr Carr.

Policemen, Dad. What's going on?
Come in.

We're making enquiries into the
murder of Father Sebastian Stuart.

Who? Are you serious? I've never
heard of him. Who is he? Mr Carr...

were you at
St Joseph's Roman Catholic Church
two nights ago? Dad? Yes.

Father Stuart was murdered there.

What time were you there?

I dunno. 8-ish.

Why were you there? I went to see
James Bowen. I wanted to tell him
to leave us alone.

How do you know James Bowen?
He's the grandfather of my son.

Why did you go to see James Bowen?
My grandson has survived so far
without the Bowens.

I don't want them
tramping into our life now.

Do you know where we can contact
Nick, the Bowen's son? No-one knows.
When was the last time you met him?

1982.

February 19th, 1982.

You've never heard from him again?

Just from his father.
Once in the autumn of 1982...
and the second time this week.

He was looking for Nick both times.

The second time,
I told him about my son.

Nick's son.

What do you think happened to Nick?

I haven't a clue.

And we never wanted to know.
Vincent is OUR boy.

We don't want them strolling
into our lives when none of them
could give a damn for 20 years.

I need to talk to the Bowens again.

Right.

Is that it? Yeah.

Do you want me to come with you?
Yeah.

Do I ever tell you how to do
your job? Yeah. All the time!

Do you mind if I tell you
one more time? No.

You're nearly telling me something.

Nearly.

If the man in the slab
is Father Stuart's son,
we're looking for a mother.

We need to DNA test
some 60-year-old female parishioners.

But you don't suggest it.
Which leaves me wondering why.
Why do you think?

Well, it's connected to you.

I think
it's to do with your missing son.

James Bowen asked me
if the body in the slab

was his son. The boy walked out
on the family 20 years ago.

He can't be Father Stuart's son
AND James's. No. That's true.

But it could be Moira's son.

Yes. They're missing a son.

Well, a quick conversation and
a DNA test is the least you can do.

Something like that.

You've known this for two days.
Why now?

Remember I asked you
what you were doing 20 years ago?
You said you were...

I was a post graduate student. And
I said I was a detective sergeant?
Yeah. I was.

Imagine!

I was living
a very conventional life.

Oh, I don't think so. No, I was.

I had a terraced house in Hornsey,
a Ford Cortina, a wife...

and a son - Joe.

He was a sweet boy, beautiful child.

But he grew up to be
a difficult teenager.

He stole, took drugs...

He ran away.

He was 15. I was on Regional Crime
Squad. Mary, Joe's mother,
was left to deal with it all.

I just wasn't there...

enough.

But he kept running away.

The police would bring him back.
They'd be embarrassed, so would I.

But never Joe.

Joe was never embarrassed.

It was like
it was his right to run away,
like he was on a big adventure.

Then he ran away for good.

He went to live on the South Bank
with a load of kids, alcoholics,

you know, glue sniffers,
God knows what.

I tracked him down.

But what could I do? I couldn't
tie him up and bring him back.

I...I couldn't...

I couldn't leave my job
and become his keeper.

Do you wish you had?

Yes, I do.

We kept in touch with him
through a friend of his.

A girl. She used to ring us up.

Girlfriend?

No. She was a prostitute. She used
to live on the streets with Joe.

Then, one day, she...

..called me and said that...

Joe had been in an argument
over drugs and that...

she hadn't seen him for days...

..and she thought that the boy...

..he'd argued with had killed him.

Any evidence?

No. Body?

And the boy who was supposed to have
killed him? He OD'd not long after.
I never got to speak to him.

What did you do?

I just...

I just asked everybody,
I called on everybody for help,
favours. Detectives, social workers.

I asked them the same question -

"Where is...

"my son?"

The Coroner's Office used to call,
you know, whenever they thought
they had someone who might be Joe.

They stopped eventually.
Got fed up with me...

or the prospect of handing me
a plastic bag full of...

..bones and slime, was probably
more than they could deal with.

I'm so sorry.

So am I.

Do you believe that Joe is dead?

I've never seen his body.

So you lack...

what the Americans call "closure."

Do I?

Mm.

Are you still looking for him?

You never stop, Grace.

I...eh...briefly wondered
why you do this job.

Of course, I KNOW why.

To put people like James Bowen
out of their misery.

But I see a problem.

James Bowen and his missing son
have blinded you.

Yeah, I just...I just wasn't able
to examine him...

carefully, properly.

I just identified...
too closely with him.

Doesn't mean he did it. No, I know
that. I know that. But if he did...

..it does mean that I have cost
Father Stuart his life.

If you're going to punish yourself
like this, you should hand the case
over to a conventional murder squad.

Yeah.

I have a witness
that I need to interview.

Just give us a minute.

Hello.
Hi.

Look at this. Mrs Bowen.

You decided to go ahead, then?
Yes.

Well, you know, people coming.
And it's what Father Stuart
would have wanted.

Any news?
No.

Shall I make some tea?
Not for me.

I'd like to talk to Mrs Bowen.
Alone, please.

Oh, I haven't got long.
I'll be outside.

A great sense of community
you've got here, Mrs Bowen.

Oh, used to have. But you still
keep the old standards -
family and church.

Without faith, you are no better
than sounding brass.
I thought that was charity.

Mrs Bowen, you said that you
and your husband went to the church
the night before last. Yes.

That would have been
about 8 o'clock? Yes.

You didn't go back to the church
for a second time? Back? Back, yes.

Oh, yes, of course! We did.

What time?

I'm not sure. You don't know?
I was busy. It was late.

What time did you get there? It's
a ten-minute walk. Why did you go?

To check that everything was OK.

Even though you'd been at the church
earlier that evening? Yes.

Did you look into the crypt? No.

Why did your husband drive you back
to the church?

I told you. To check. Neither of you
mentioned to us that you and your
husband had been back to the church

for a second time, Mrs Bowen.

Ah.

I'm sorry.

Let me put a little scenario to you.

Maybe James went alone to the church
the first time with the flowers

and while he was there,
he had some sort of an accident -
spilt water or made a mess.

Could it be...

that the two of you went back
between 11 and midnight to clear up?

No.
I told you.

We went back
to check everything was OK.

Mrs Bowen, this is
my forensic science officer.

I'd like to sample DNA, please.
It's just some saliva.

What's it for?

We believe Father Stuart was related
to the man in the concrete slab.

We believe Father Stuart
was the man's father.

So there must be a mother
and we need to find her.

There's no need.

Dad! You haven't got an important
appointment today, have you?!

The service! Get in!

Father Stuart was my son's father.
Not James.

I committed adultery
with my parish priest.

Marriage is a sacrament
and I broke my vows...

and I have no excuse.

Did James know? Then, no.

Not about Father Stuart
and not about Nick.

Now?

Yes.

He was a lovely boy, Nick.

Curly-headed.

Headstrong.
Wouldn't do a thing he was told.

Never got on with his father.
James, I mean.

He never got on with James.

Left school when he was 16,
took up with a group of hippies.

"A traveller," he called himself.

James could never understand.

I think he believed that, one day,
Nick would settle down as an
apprentice electrician or something,

take over the family business.

Did Father Stuart
know that Nick was his son?

We never talked about it.

So, when did Nick leave home?

Summer of 1978.

Just before his 17th birthday.

spent a few years, travelling.

Oh, he'd come home from time to time
to see us,

get fed and looked after when he ran
out of money, that sort of thing.

And that was his life.

He'd been a beautiful little boy...

and a few years of travelling...

and that was his life.

And then, in June, 1982...

..James was away working
on a building site in Hampshire,
and Nick came home.

He'd developed the shakes in his
hand and he'd been to see a doctor.

The doctor had tested him
and told him he had Huntington's.

He was going to stay for a few days.
He was very depressed.

He'd broken up with his girlfriend
a few months before.

He had no work record. No skill.

No future.

And now he didn't
even have a father.

One morning, I came down
and found him in the bath.

He'd cut his wrists.

He was already dead.

I was hysterical,
as I knew Sebastian
would never bury a suicide.

James was away. So I went and
found Gabriel. He was working
on the crypt in the church.

And he said, "Never mind,
Moira. We'll see to it.

"They're all God's children
and He'll know it was for the best,

"cos He knows everything."

And so that night,
Gabriel and me dressed Nick,

and we took him in the dark
across to the crypt and buried him
in one of the old tombs

with a few of his favourite things.

Some beads of his girlfriend,
cos she was still dear to him,

and some holy water and some
blessed wine and some other things.

Why were there braille pages there?

His girlfriend was blind.

What was her name?

I never met her.

Isn't that odd? No. He never brought
his travelling friends home.

When did...

Gabriel kill himself?
Who knows if he did? I mean...

in relation to the time that
Gabriel helped you bury your son?

Oh, about two years.

1984.

Why did Gabriel kill himself?

Father Stuart
could be really overbearing,

and...well...

maybe Gabriel hinted that he knew
that Father Stuart was...

A hypocrite?

It was about that time that Father
Stuart started to shut Gabriel out.

He just...

excluded him from things.

And that's why people think
he killed himself.

Mrs Bowen...
who killed Father Stuart?

I have no idea.

James. Perhaps.
I think that James did

because of your relationship
with Father Stuart.

No. James was with me.

It's possible, though, that he went
home after he'd killed Father Stuart
and told you what he'd done

and you went back with him
to clear up the mess.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned. It is two weeks
since my last confession.

I murdered a man.

I killed Father Stuart.

Why?

Because I was afraid
he would tell everybody.

Tell them what?

That the man in the crypt
was our son.

But why would he do that?
Why would he want...

to do that?

May God give you pardon and peace
and I absolve you of your sins.

In the name of the Father, Son,
Holy Spirit. Go in peace.

I had to do it. I had to...
Not a word more.

Will you still hold the service?

If I hadn't wanted
to hold the service, James,

I wouldn't have heard
your confession.

Well? She's lying.
Covering up for her husband.

What will you do? Can't make them
give evidence against each other.

Maybe Forensics will come up
with something. Yes. Maybe(!)

We've got a confession.
From the wrong one! She's going
to want to go back to the church.

Her service of renewal. Mm-hm.
She's waited 40 years.

Let's take her.

Mum?!

What's going on?
What's all this about?

Moira's outside in a police car.
I'm about to charge her
with the murder of Father Stuart.

That's ridiculous. She confessed.
I did it. She says SHE did. I did.

Outside and convince me.
He called her a whore. Imagine!

So I hit him with a candleholder.
Outside.

Give us this.

Please.

ORGANIST PLAYS WEDDING MARCH

OK.

Will the congregation please rise?

I'm late. Have they started yet?
Just.

Friends, members
of James and Moira's family...

James and Moira made their vows
of holy matrimony before this
very altar rail 40 years ago.

James, in the presence of God,
do you renew

the promises you made when you bound
yourself to Moira in marriage? I do.

Moira, in the presence of God,

do you renew the promises you made
when you bound yourself to James
in marriage? I do.

Lord God and Creator...

we bless and praise your name.
You made man and woman
so they might enter a communion

of life and love. You likewise
blessed the union of James and Moira

so that they might reflect the union
of Christ and his Church.

Look with kindness on them today.

Amid the joys and struggles of their
life you have preserved the union
between them.

So is that "closure"?

Apparently.

Hi.

She wouldn't leave
without seeing you.

Yes? Are you Detective
Superintendent Boyd? I am, yes.

One of my former neighbours
sent this to me.

I live in Devon. On a farm.

Oh, that's nice.

Who are you?

Elaine Morrison...
I used to be known as.

The bank typist!

I was once, yes. In another life.

Anyway, I was sent your card.

I was told you were looking for me.
I never thought people would still
be looking for me. Elaine...

you've made my day.

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