So we have spanners, pliers...
Now this, this is a wrench. An adjustable wrench.
Not to be confused with a socket wrench.
I hope you're taking this all in!
What the dickens?! He's here!
Don't worry, the meeting's not until five.
Which is in precisely seven minutes!
Plenty of time.
I'm sure he won't be much longer.
Archdeacon.
So good to see you.
This is a momentous day, Mr Davenport.
To commit yourself to a new parish
is something that should not be taken lightly.
I don't take it lightly, I can assure you of that.
It will be the Bishop of Ely presiding.
You may find him a little... vague, at times.
How old is he, exactly?
No-one's ever been entirely sure.
The institution service is an important day
in any clergyman's life.
Being a parish priest is a challenging role.
And that demands structure and order.
Sometimes these demands can be stifling for the young.
And you are young, Mr Davenport.
So...
It is my duty to ask.
Are you certain that this is your calling?
I've never been more certain of anything in my life.
William, do you believe as far as you know in your own heart
that God has called you to serve here?
I believe that God has called me.
And will you commit yourself to the mission
and the... erm...
- Ministry of these people. - What?
- Ministry of these people. - Yes.
...and the ministry of these people to further the kingdom of God?
With the help of God, I will.
What did the doctor say?
He won't give me a note for another week so...
I still don't really understand what's wrong with you.
It's my nerves, apparently.
Did you tell him you had four kids?
I thought you loved your job?
I do.
So why are you letting your silly nerves stop you?
Thank you all for being here.
I want you to know that my door is always open.
Whether you want to talk about God
or the trials of being a Cambridge United supporter.
I can't promise to have all the answers
but I will have tea and homemade cake so...
I only ask one thing of you.
Please, call me Will.
Bollocks.
All right. Double or quits.
I thought you weren't a betting man.
Absolutely not. It's a disgusting habit.
- How many times, Larry? - Knock first.
Knock first.
These are highly confidential cases we're discussing here.
Sorry, guv, it's just we've got a tiny bit of a... situation.
He just walked in off the street.
What's your name, son?
I asked him that.
Where's your mum and dad?
I asked him that, too.
Can you tell me where you live?
Oi! Answer the officer.
The blood's not his.
Someone's been rough with the poor little sod.
Stick him in a cell for a bit.
That should sort him out.
- You shouldn't be making tea! - Why not?!
You're the parish priest now!
I'm not sure how that renders me incapable of boiling the kettle.
The appropriate place to attend to guests
is the sitting room not the kitchen!
- What will people think? - I don't think anyone cares, Mrs C.
I care. They'll see my dishcloths!
'Call me Will.' You've opened a Pandora's box now.
I know. Wonderful, isn't it?
How are you? Good to see you.
Excuse me, ladies. Just need to drag the vicar away.
Sorry.
- You don't need to thank me. - For what?
For saving you.
I didn't need saving.
Sow your oats before you settle down?
Don't blame you.
There's only one relationship I'm interested in and that's with...
It's changed a bit since I was last here.
I'm sorry. I won't be able to help.
- I didn't ask for your help. - You were about to.
Look. The only lead I have on a case is of a biblical nature.
And you are the only man of God I know.
You know Leonard.
The only man of God with common sense then.
Look, you've seen the house.
And I've got my sermon to prepare for.
You have my sympathy. I know Sidney struggled writing those.
No, I've got three written down and I'm ready to go.
Just choosing which one is the tricky part.
Best get back to my guests.
I just need you to take a look at a page in the Bible.
I'm really not sure if Mr Davenport has a lady friend.
You'll have to ask him yourself.
I know how this works, Geordie. You
reel me in and next thing I know
I'll be down at the police station doing your job instead of mine.
I'm needed here.
Sitting in my office is a young boy
covered in someone else's blood.
He's refusing to speak.
Surely there's no greater need than that.
"And henceforth I shall be five in one house divided,
three against two and two against three."
I never was any good at maths.
"The father shall be divided against the son
and the son against the father. Mother against the daughter."
That doesn't sound very Christian.
It means hold fast to your belief no matter what people think.
Even members of your own family.
- Who's your family? - I've asked him that.
Are you in trouble with your mum and dad?
I asked him that as well.
He'll be in all kinds of trouble when I'm done with him.
Talk, you insolent bastard!
How about we take a break from all these boring questions?
You and your bloody vicars.
Bollocks.
Your name what?
It's Adam.
Where does he live?
Home where?
My name... Will... Davenport.
Your name... Adam... what?
Carter. His name's Adam Carter.
- Hello, Maureen! - Hello!
- Hiya, Claire. New hair? - Yes!
Mrs Keating. How are we?
Much better. Thank you, Mr Draper.
My wife suffers terribly with her nerves. Awful business.
Well, I'm back now and I'm raring to go so...
We've been at a loss without you.
- A desert without its rose. - Aww.
Welcome back.
You're home.
God is our refuge and strength.
An ever-present help in trouble.
We will not fear though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.
- Hannah. - Sorry, Father.
We will not crumble...
Mr Carter?
I'm Inspector Keating. Is this your son?
Get out.
Get him out.
- Mr Carter... - I don't wanna see him.
I don't wanna look on him. It's his fault.
He killed her. Your own mother.
It's your fault! It's your fault!
God...
A sudden death at home has to be investigated.
- It's the law. - Your laws, not ours.
The law's the law, Mr Carter.
You're Mennonite?
The quicker you answer his questions
the quicker we can leave you in peace.
She fell from the hay loft.
The boy went up, knowing he wasn't allowed.
And your wife went up to find him?
Are these hers?
Did you find the other part of this lens?
She must have offended God somehow.
To be punished with such a black-hearted son.
He's a child, Mr Carter.
My wife is dead.
And he'll be punished for it.
By God and by me.
This is no time for punishment.
Let's just concentrate on this hay loft, shall we?
This is my house, my rules and he will be disciplined.
I've seen how you mete out discipline, Mr Carter.
My wife raised her children according to scriptures.
To be God-fearing and respectful. How dare you question that!
Mr Davenport, might I have a word?
Right, the first rule of an investigation...
I'm a priest. I don't need to know the rules of investigation.
Don't aggravate a grieving family.
- This is not the time to challenge him. - The man is a disgrace.
- I need him on-side. - His views are totally unacceptable.
Have you ever considered he might think the same about you?
He'd be wrong.
- You're right? Is that it? - No...
Maybe you'd be best back home with your three sermons.
I'm not going until I know Adam is safe.
Fine.
But you leave this to me.
Mennonites...
The only law they answer to is the kingdom of God.
Your badge means nothing here.
Bloody religion.
Sorry about your mother.
Thank you for returning Adam to us.
I like your necklace.
Adam makes them for me. He knows how much I love wild flowers.
Well in that case...
Red is the colour of the devil, Grandma.
Red was your grandfather's favourite.
I'm keeping them, Hannah.
Flowers. How beautiful.
It's time for Grandma's nap.
I don't want to sleep. I want to talk to this nice vicar.
They don't trust me.
Don't judge them for it. It's how they were raised.
- Beautiful. - My Alfred found it by the river.
The day he went off to war.
He said it would protect me and Ernest until he came home.
But he never did come home.
Blasted scratchy thing!
You weren't born into this way of life, Mrs Carter?
Lord, no. Neither was my son.
Adam... seems afraid.
Of his father. Of coming home.
My grandmother is sick. She needs to sleep.
Is that really necessary?
Father insists.
I don't mean to pry or judge.
You're different to the rest of town then, aren't you?
People fear what they don't understand.
Race, religion... Rock and roll.
- I've never heard rock and roll. - You're missing a treat!
Mother always said, "Resist the devil and he will flee from you".
I prefer, "God, my heart is steadfast.
I will sing and give praise".
Adam should be learning sign language properly.
I got a book once.
There was no-one to teach us but...
We tried to understand it.
Mother found it and made Father burn it.
She said Adam had the mark of the devil on him.
You know that isn't true.
She'd make him kneel in rock salt when he prayed.
So God would feel his suffering and forgive him.
God wouldn't want Adam to suffer.
Mustn't we all suffer for the sake of God's glory?
Did your mother tell you that?
I've tarried enough. I'm sorry.
Adam's mother made him kneel in rock salt.
What kind of person does that?
Some people have lives that turn them sick and twisted.
People are born with innate goodness.
How they turn out is a choice.
If you met some of the sorry creatures I've come across
and heard their stories you might see things differently.
From Miriam Carter's glasses.
Surely that should be down there where she fell?
She didn't fall. She was pushed.
Will seems to have settled in.
Don't you think?
Perhaps he'll be a breath of fresh air.
If he ever makes a reappearance.
What are you making?
Victoria sponge? You do make the best.
I was just saying how nice...
I know you're upset.
Upset?!
"Strive to enter through the narrow gate
for many will seek to enter in and shall not be able."
I might not get into heaven, is that it?!
There's no "might" about it.
Won't you at least look at me?
Hello.
It's nice to see you back, Catherine.
And looking more radiant than ever.
Drink after work, perhaps? Tom Collins, for old times' sake?
Leave me alone, please.
Leave me alone.
I don't think you mean that.
Let's...
Let's have that drink soon.
Changed your mind about going somewhere?
They're linens. I have to store them.
Does this belong to you?
- No. - It's mine.
It was a present. From one of the farmhands.
Please don't tell Father.
Were you in the hay loft when your mother died?
- No! - What was your ribbon doing there?
I don't know!
Leave her! No, please!
Put her down! Put her down!
My wife must be buried here!
- There needs to be a post-mortem. - She must be laid to rest!
- Mr Carter... - This ain't right!
Don't touch her! Don't touch her!
Please, don't touch her! Don't touch her!
- Sister, what's wrong? - Esther?
It's all right, Esther. I'm here.
Mr Carter, you're scaring your children.
She wouldn't want this! She wouldn't want to go with strangers!
Go back to your room, boy! Now!
She was murdered, Mr Carter.
Your wife was murdered.
So I'll need to take statements from everyone.
Including you.
Mrs Bennett dropped by.
She was devastated to have missed you.
She baked you an apple strudel and everything.
To be honest it was a bit sour.
I'm sorry. I got caught up.
With Geordie?
It's a strange thing, helping him.
It felt like I was exactly where God needed me to be.
- Do you ever get that feeling? - Rarely, if I'm honest.
God and I have been moving in rather different circles recently.
Some girls brought them by for you.
Very giggly.
You know what they say... Red is the colour of the devil.
And those girls clearly had... devilish things on their mind.
Another? Or is that a stupid question?
Pretty blood stupid.
- Keating. - Hannah is God-fearing.
She's pious. She wouldn't have accepted the red ribbon.
To her red is the colour of the devil.
- Rebellion, maybe? - She's not the type.
- The younger sister... - Esther?
She's a different story.
I'll pick you up first thing.
When I'm doing my questioning you need to keep your trap shut.
- I can do that. - And if you forget...
- I won't. - I'll give you the look.
The look?
Got it.
This isn't your ribbon, is it, Hannah?
It's Esther's.
Why did you lie?
To protect her.
Paul gave it to me.
He's so funny and kind.
He makes life worth living.
Why was your ribbon in the hay loft, Esther?
- Were you up there when your mother died? - No.
I'll swear on the Bible if you want me to.
There's no need for that.
I gave Adam the ribbon.
- To remember me by. - Where were you going?
We were running away.
She couldn't stand it any more.
Then Mrs Carter...
- We couldn't go, could we? - Why were you running away?
Esther's pregnant, isn't she?
Sorry.
Esther's pregnant, isn't she?
She hasn't been well with it.
It's knocked her for six.
Her mother was many things but she was no fool.
She guessed.
I was feeding the chickens when she came at me.
Told me I was damned to rot in hell.
And all I could think was...
Hell sounds like a blessed relief compared to life with you.
She was going to tell Father there and then.
She was so angry, I feared to look at her.
But the carts were leaving for market and Father needed us to come.
And when you returned home... Your mother was dead.
You would do anything to protect Esther, wouldn't you, Paul?
I'd die for that girl.
Would you kill Mrs Carter?
I hated her.
The world's a better place now she's gone.
But... why would I kill her
when we could have just run away?
It's Mr Carter you should be talking to.
Why?
They were rowing.
Screaming.
He gave as good as he got.
Can't say I blame him.
You live with someone like her... they grind you down.
Reduce you to a speck of who you were.
What was the row about?
My... domestic discussions with my
wife have nothing to do with you.
She was demanding you put your mother in a nursing home.
That right?
- You think I'm weak. - I didn't say that.
I was in charge, not my wife.
Did your wife undermine you, Mr Carter?
Belittle you?
There's only one person to blame for
Miriam's death and that's Adam.
Full of all subtlety and all mischief,
thou child of the devil, thou enemy of all righteousness!
You will answer Inspector Keating's questions
or we will drag you kicking and screaming down to the station
and every person in the town will know you're under suspicion
for killing your wife, you woeful excuse for a father!
Thought you were going to knock him out.
Tempting.
From a man of God as well!
Whatever Carter says the man was clearly terrified of his wife.
She sounds like a piece of work.
Gives him a motive.
They all have motive.
Esther's argument with her mother.
She said it was here by the chicken coop.
It doesn't make sense.
You said you were arguing with your mother by the chicken coop
when your father called you from the courtyard.
You can't see the courtyard from the chicken coop.
- Why lie, Esther? - I told her to.
- Hannah, you wouldn't advocate lying. - I was afraid.
- I didn't want her to incriminate someone. - Who?
Adam.
You whore! You've brought shame on us!
You've brought shame on God!
Miriam, please! Just listen to the child!
He used to be ever so meek when she raged.
But she was getting worse.
And this time...
I've never seen so much hate in my brother's eyes.
Adam ran but she wouldn't leave him be.
We knew she'd punish him.
But the carts were leaving and...
We should have stayed, Hannah!
Why didn't we stay?
When we returned from the market Adam was holding her.
I don't know much sign language but I knew that one.
What was it?
"I'm sorry."
Those were happy days, weren't they?
I understand how difficult this must be for you.
Please, will you just look at me?
You've forced me to make a very difficult decision, Leonard.
I make it with a heavy heart.
What do you mean?
What are you going to do?
Come in!
I'm sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't get upset.
Does anyone else know about this?
No.
Good. Best to keep it that way.
Mrs Keating. You are a woman of a... certain age
who has lived a sheltered life.
This is the real world.
But... he was...
...over familiar with me.
Mr Hobbs is a man. You're a woman.
Maybe you gave him the wrong idea.
No.
It sounds to me that you've made it very clear to him
that you're not interested any more.
Any more?! I... I never was.
That's the end of the matter then.
Put it down to experience.
Now, wipe your eyes, there's a good girl.
And get back to work. I want to hear no more about this.
I won't have Mr Hobbs' name besmirched
because of some silly misunderstanding.
Who did it?
Pushed... who?
Let's call it a day.
We'll come back for him first thing tomorrow.
I haven't got the stomach for it now.
What will happen to him?
He'll await trial in a remand home.
If he's found guilty he'll stay there indefinitely.
We failed him.
Sometimes it's the way things go.
You and your God can't control everything.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Morning, all. - Morning.
Breakfast finishes eight o'clock sharp. Four minutes past.
- I'll help you clear up. - No, thank you. I can manage.
Well, I'll leave you to it.
You've clearly decided that police
business is no longer my remit so...
- Is it always like this?! - No.
Must just be me then.
Ready?
- Not really. - No, me neither.
What if there was someone with Adam in the hay loft?
He confessed, Will.
Out of fear, maybe! Fear alters people!
They'll do anything to make it go away.
You say that like you know.
What is it with you? One minute you're Mr Affable,
the next you're like a scowling bloody teenager.
He was afraid.
And no-one protected him.
It's unfair. I know.
I understand if you'd rather not come.
Geordie!
Geordie! That's why it happened.
It's why she died.
They were protecting him.
I'd like you to go now, please.
Haven't you asked enough of us?
Not everyone was at the market the morning your mother died.
But Grandma's old! She's frail!
No. She isn't.
She's just treated that way.
You'd had enough of being contained and patronised.
And if your son couldn't control his wife...
then you would.
You've already denigrated our mother.
Please leave the rest of us in peace.
You did it for Adam.
- Didn't you? - I couldn't let her hurt him any more.
Your husband said it would protect you and the ones you love.
He had no idea how right he was.
Suppose she that I'm come to give peace on Earth.
I tell ye nay!
But rather division.
What is this vanity!
Stop!
I did it for the children, Ernest.
- She was their mother. - She hurt them!
In God's name maybe but it was still pain.
It was still suffering, Ernest,
and you stood by.
You must be brave.
I love you all so much.
Remember that.
I don't need your pity, sir.
You don't have my pity.
You judge me though and find me wanting.
It's not my place to judge.
Only God can do that.
My mother taught me the words of the Bible.
They were good words then.
- Kind words. - They still are.
There was a time when Miriam was kind.
Her smile.
God, her smile...
Broke my heart.
Life is a struggle for some.
It can harden the softest of hearts.
She became cruel.
We both did.
Then this is your chance to make amends.
I don't know where to begin.
Remember who you were.
Remember who Miriam was.
The girl whose smile broke your heart.
I spent so long trying to contain everything. To control it.
If you accept life is out of our hands and in God's...
I think that's where real peace lies.
I don't deserve your kindness.
Everybody deserves kindness.
I need to...
I believe I have a right to know what you're planning to do.
This is my livelihood.
My profession.
It's my life.
You're leaving.
The shelves have been dusted, I've bleached the sinks.
There's a mutton pie in the larder for your supper.
Who will I talk with?
Laugh with?
Bicker with?
And what will I do without... my friend?
Cheers.
Well, I'd like to say it's been a pleasure but...
I think interesting's a better description.
- Decided on which sermon yet? - I am starting from scratch.
- Why? - They weren't good enough.
They were too... structured. Too ordered.
Don't worry, nobody listens to them anyway.
I want to get it right.
You will.
Where did you learn sign language?
There was a girl.
- A long time ago. - Always a girl.
What was her name?
You're a dark horse. Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of you.
- You can try. - Sorry to interrupt, ladies.
- You're up, Geordie. - See you again.
- What? - You and your bloody vicars!
I've been deliberating over what to say to you today.
Worrying might be more accurate.
And I thought it only fitting that we should talk about fellowship.
Most of you here are strangers to me.
But in time I hope that we can become friends.
I hope that we can help and guide each other.
I'm going to need every bit as much
guidance, maybe even more than you.
In God's eyes, fellowship is a form of love.
As strong as the bond between a parent and child.
Fellowship is a constant.
A comfort.
A source of strength in a world that can be complicated
and frightening.
Two are better than one.
For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow.
And I hope in the days to come that we can lift up each other.
I'm here. I'm your friend.
Particularly if there's cake involved!
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