I hear that you are something of a jazz aficionado, Mr Chambers.
Er... I wouldn't say "aficionado".
(Chuckles) I also hear that you are modest to a fault.
The gossips have been out in force.
Everyone has been very positive.
Well...
...mostly positive.
"Mostly positive." I'll take that.
As you are aware, my predecessor was erm...
dispatched after some...
"Embarrassment", I think, was the official line.
Embarrassment.
Doesn't quite cover it, does it?
Not quite.
Still...
it appears that I am to be the new broom.
I look forward to working with you, Archdeacon.
Very much so.
I believe we have a wonderful opportunity here,
to rebuild trust in the clergy, in the church.
But the last thing we can be is complacent.
We must put duty above our own needs.
We must lead by example.
I hope I can count on you, Mr Chambers,
to lead by example?
Absolutely.
You can count on me.
(Swing music playing)
We're gonna rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
We're gonna drink and rock, both young and old
We're gonna do the jelly roll
We're gonna rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock...
Somebody ought to phone his mother.
I don't think he's going home tonight.
What was that?
Somebody ought to... (Sighs)
Never mind.
Rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock, rock this joint
We're gonna rock this joint tonight
Go ahead, now!
(Saxophone solo)
I never thought it would come to this.
Don't say it. Don't you dare say it!
- It's worse than the jazz. - (Gasps)
You were tapping along!
Insulting a man in his place of worship! How could you?
- He was tapping along! - To keep his circulation going.
- Oh, poor old stick. - My ears are ringing.
- Are your ears ringing? - Shut up.
- Come here. - Good night.
So much fun!
Stay...
(Sighs)
You're a good man, Chambers.
- Bloody annoying, isn't it? - Really, really annoying.
(Snorting and growling)
Leonard?
(Growling continues)
Hey. Hey.
(Door creaks)
(Birds flap and squawk)
(Phone rings)
Hello?
KEATING: Stop fondling your girlfriend.
We've got business to attend to.
It's soup. It's tomato soup.
Do you know him?
- No. - Terence Atwell, 75.
Dr Atwell runs the soup kitchen.
Runs a kitchen for the homeless. Mr Hardwick...
- Harland. ...came into clean at 4:00...
- Closer to 4:15, actually. ...and he found him.
- Thank you, Mr Hardwick. - Harland.
There's no sign of blows to the head.
Natural causes? Heart attack, maybe?
That's no heart attack.
How does a man drown in the middle of a church?
(Metallic clanking)
Where's the doc?
Carked it, mate.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Have you been here all night? Did you see what happened?
My Bonnie lies over the ocean
My Bonnie lies over the sea...
I want a post-mortem ASAP.
And get a statement from Hardwick.
- Harland. - OK.
What do you know about birds?
What?
Well, it's dead.
- Thank you, Detective! - Not on the breakfast table.
Could be a pulmonary embolism.
I read about them in the Manchester Guardian.
Kills you just like that.
Or perhaps it was feeling a bit low and just couldn't go on.
- Flew in the window. - Which wasn't open.
- The dog brought it in, then. - And shut the door behind him?
- (Phone rings) - It flew in the bloody window.
Vicarage?
(Heavy breathing)
Hello?
(Caller hangs up)
(Knock at door)
No!
No. He didn't give a damn when Grace was born.
He's not been to visit her once.
I am counselling my parishioner!
And you need the door closed for that, do you?
This is Guy doing what he always does.
He... He's trying to control you.
He's not seeing her.
He wants to take her away. I won't let that happen.
He has no power any more, Sidney.
She's still out there, isn't she?
Come in. Pull up a chair.
MRS MAGUIRE: You know why this is happening, don't you?
Dead birds and that.
You think you're being ever so careful.
With the fibbing and the sneaking about.
But if I know what's going on with you and Mrs Hopkins,
- then others know. - There's nothing going on.
Don't think I've ever seen you happier.
With the little miss here...
...I suppose we all are.
But how long do you think it can last?
With your job, and her down the road?
You can't be a vicar and be with her.
You can't marry a divorced woman.
That's the truth of it.
Sooner or later, you'll have to make a choice.
40 years a doctor.
In his spare time, Atwell feeds the homeless.
It's his kid, Sidney.
The bastard's doing it to get at us.
- You know what you need? - Here we go.
You need to get your end away. All this pent-up frustration.
- I'm not frustrated! - No?
I'm not.
It's not like anyone would know.
I would know.
God would know.
Mm. You think God gives a rat's arse
what you get up to in the bedroom?
40 years a doctor. Church six times a week.
- More than me. - Who'd want to kill a saint?
Police.
I know her. I'm sure I do.
Sidney? Upstairs.
He was putting his affairs in order.
He knew he was going to die.
How did Dr Atwell know he was going to die?
Maybe it's an announcement of impending evil.
You what?
Sergeant's position is coming up.
I've been doing some reading.
Steady on, Phil.
Everything I could find on Dr Atwell and Ivy Franklin.
- Ivy Franklin? - Matron at Dapple Oak.
It's a home for the feeble-minded.
Atwell was medical superintendent there
until he retired.
Get Miss Franklin in, will you?
Even I'm not that good. She died three months ago.
Natural causes, before you go getting all excited.
I hear she's got herself a fella.
Shut up. Sift through this lot.
(Phone rings)
Geordie, tell me you've found something.
MAN: Birds die so beautifully, don't they?
Why are you doing this?
You know why.
They knew why.
I even left her a memento as I helped her gasp her last breath.
Your night is coming, Mr Chambers.
Operator at the exchange should tell us where he's phoning from.
- We'll find him, Sidney. - I've stopped.
- She's made you stop. - She hasn't made me stop.
No sex, making you give up vices. You're as good...
As good as married. You've done that one already.
What if that's what this is about?
What if it's about me and Amanda?
That's your conscience talking.
Well, what, then?
I don't know him. I have no connection to him.
(Sniffs)
You know her, though.
You took her funeral.
SIDNEY: Ivy dedicated her life to the welfare of others.
To the residents of Dapple Oak,
she was Nanny Ivy.
Boiled sweets in her pockets.
Always ready with a kind word or a cuddle.
She was an angel on this earth.
"Now God is calling her home."
Maybe that's the connection - doctor, nurse, vicar.
Pillars of the community.
Ivy died at the home, in her sleep.
That's what everyone assumed.
Aunt Ivy's heart gave out, Dr Atwell said.
And you had no reason to doubt him?
She was old. She was frail.
Your aunt and the doctor...
- They were close? - No.
But... we know they worked at the home together.
Well, then, you have your answer.
I'd offer you tea, but you won't be long, I imagine.
- Can we see your aunt's room? - That won't be possible.
Let me rephrase that.
Show us her room, Miss Franklin.
Dad, we've got visitors.
(Man wheezes)
It's his lungs. Dad's always suffered with them.
When your aunt died...
nothing struck you as odd?
Up you come.
There was nothing left in here? Nothing out of place?
Like what?
Like a bird.
(Stammers)
I left the window open.
The poor thing got trapped.
How could you possibly know that?
Are you going to have a lovely bath with your duckie?
(Duck rattles)
Oh, yes, you are, my beautiful girl.
Yes, you are.
(Hums)
(Kettle whistling)
(Whistling crescendos)
(Whistling stops)
(Humming continues)
(Baby cries)
(Dog barks in distance)
- (Gasps) - Shouldn't leave them alone.
It can't be her.
The voice on the phone.
She sure as hell knows something, though.
Did you see when you mentioned the home?
Oh, she bloody knows something.
I only left her for a second!
- Give her to me. - She's all right. All right.
- Aren't you? - Come on, now.
I'm not gonna hurt her.
Give her to me.
I didn't mean any harm. (Gasps and chokes)
Sidney. Sidney...
Sidney. Sidney. Sidney! That's enough, now.
(Gasps for breath)
I saw it.
I saw him die.
Doc was finishing up for the night.
And I saw them...
There was someone in the shadows.
(Muffled yelling)
And they grabbed him...
...and they held him under the water.
And I didn't stop them.
- Who's "they"? - Bring back my Bonnie.
- Who's "they", Jerry? - Bring back my Bonnie!
Is that what he said?
Is that what the killer said?
JERRY: Bring her back. Bring her back!
My Bonnie! My Bonnie!
My Bonnie, my Bonnie, my Bonnie...
He was right. There's water in Atwell's lungs
and bruising to the neck.
Jerry might be a few threads short of a jumper,
but it corroborates what he saw.
I was ready to kill him.
Yeah, I knew it would happen.
You find out what it means to be a father.
The killer's getting revenge for this Bonnie.
So he drowns Terence Atwell...
and he kills Ivy Franklin.
She died in her sleep.
We don't know that for sure.
And we're never likely to, are we?
What if I say no?
Well, then, we'd have to wonder why.
Mr Finch will be with you the entire time.
It will be done in the most respectful of ways.
Digging her up, cutting her open? Respectful?
Lf... her death was unnatural,
wouldn't you rather know?
If it were me, if it were my aunt...
...I'd want to know.
"I am the resurrection and the life,"
sayeth the Lord.
"He that believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live.
And whosoever liveth and believeth in me...
...shall never die. "
I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand up at the last upon the earth,
whom I shall see for myself.
And mine eyes shall behold.
We brought nothing into this world,
and it is certain we can carry nothing out.
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.
Neither death nor life nor angels...
But according to thy mercy, think thou upon me, O Lord...
...nor height nor depth nor any other...
shall be able to separate us from the love of God,
which is in Christ, Jesus, our Lord.
Whether we live, we live unto the Lord.
And whether we die, we die unto the Lord.
ARCHDEADON: Please.
I hear we owe you a great debt, Mr Finch.
I don't know about that.
My predecessor was something of a scoundrel, by all accounts.
But you stood up to him like Jesus to the money-lenders.
I was a little less erudite than Jesus.
(Chuckles) I think the same could be said of all of us.
You have been doing a sterling job...
in most areas.
Oh, dear. Is it the Russian literature?
I have a habit of referring to books
which no person in their right mind would be interested in.
(Clears throat)
It is a... privileged position we find ourselves in.
Working with the vulnerable, the needy.
Undoubtedly.
I understand that you were acquaintances
with a known homosexual.
Befriending those whom society rejects
is at the heart of Christ's mission.
But...
if that friendship becomes... too close...
(Car approaches)
One day, we hope to see you in a parish of your own.
With a family of your own.
Perhaps.
Er... yes.
I see that, too.
(Crows caw)
GEORDIE: Two former employees.
Dr Atwell and Ivy Franklin, both killed.
Odds on, it's to do with this place.
(Crows caw)
Has Mother sent for me?
Dot. Dot. Remember what we said.
WOMAN IN DISTANCE: Please, sir, help me!
(Woman sobs in distance)
Give us a ciggie.
- Er... Oh. He's given up. - Why have you given up?
- It's for a woman. - It's not for a woman.
Andrew?
What did we say?
- Fingers on lips. - Fingers on lips.
Veronica Stone.
Please.
No gifts, I'm afraid.
It's hardly a gift.
Keep your voices down, if you don't mind.
(Chatter in distance)
(Man mutters)
Dr Atwell was a stand-up, all-round good chap.
And Ivy, bless her.
She gave herself to this place.
TB wing.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
(Yelling in distance)
Shame, isn't it? Old age.
Happens to the best of us.
Now, what would you say if we told you it wasn't old age?
I'd say you were having me on.
Don't you recognise it? We found this in Ivy's grave.
We don't have toys here.
Who's Bonnie?
I don't know a Bonnie.
You've never had a resident by that name?
I don't know any Bonnie.
Then you won't mind if we have a look through your records.
Look all you like.
It's no skin off my nose.
No one's kitchen makes sense to anyone but themselves,
don't you find?
Are you spying on me?
No. No.
(Stutters)
Why did you burn the letter?
And I thought you were here because you wanted to be.
So, where did this letter come from?
It was at Aunt Ivy's funeral.
People were ever so generous.
We made nearly £30 for the home.
But then I saw the letter.
It was addressed to you.
I don't know why, but I took it from the collection plate.
I think you do.
I think you know why.
Aunt Ivy held it against the stove
when I broke a dinner plate.
I was 12 at the time.
You kept the letter because you feared what it said about her?
I showed Dr Atwell. He told me to keep it to myself.
Ivy was dead. What good was it going to do?
What did it say?
That she was going to hell.
That you needed to look at the home.
That something had to be done.
And there was no name, no signature?
That's why he's targeting you.
(Sighs)
Because nothing was done.
There was bugger all in the file she gave me.
Well, bugger all of use, anyway.
Does this place look like it's had £30 spent on it recently?
(Muffled speech on TV)
Hmm. She's not doing too badly for herself.
She's not gonna tell us anything.
- We're not gonna ask, are we? - No.
Five minutes.
- Has Mother sent for me? - (Gasps)
- Where's Mother? - Shh!
- (Sobs) I want Mother! - Shh!
Help!
It's all right. You're all right.
We're going to be in trouble now.
Bonnie liked birds cos they could fly away.
You knew her?
Andrew, did you know her?
Fingers on lips. Fingers on lips.
I'm here day in, day out, feeding them, clothing them,
cleaning up their filth.
These codes. What do they mean?
It's Dr Atwell's system. It's before my time.
No one else cleans up their filth. No one else gives a damn.
I try! I do!
Not hard enough.
(Sighs)
Spoke to her boss.
Oh, Miss Stone's doing a stand-up job
under difficult circumstances, apparently.
Difficult circumstances? For the residents, maybe.
The killer has been in that home.
- He's seen what's happening. - (Opens lighter)
- Are you having a ciggie? - No...
No fondling the girlfriend.
All above the jumper, don't worry.
Any luck?
Oh, er...
I close my eyes and all I see is numbers.
I'll have a look if you like. I was always good at maths.
"If Alan eats three oranges and five apples,
what does he have?" And all that.
Indigestion, by the sound of it.
Cathy?
Margaret, this is my wife, Cathy.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
I'm working!
(Scoffs) I don't know why I bother.
Oh, Cathy, come on.
Cathy.
Esme's teacher phoned. She didn't go to school today.
(Hammering at door)
(Yells)
(Gasps)
She's fine.
She's making scones.
She's fine. She's making scones.
You tell her she's in for a hiding!
Tell her she's in for a hiding.
I'm not gonna do that. Goodbye.
- Is Dad cross? - He'll calm down.
He's cross all the time nowadays.
He doesn't like Mum any more.
They fight all the time.
Grown-ups do, sometimes.
It doesn't mean they don't love each other.
Hey... Esme.
Don't cry.
I want them to be happy again.
Maybe if you talked to your dad?
Do you want me to talk to him?
It would break his heart to know how unhappy you are.
He'd move heaven and earth to make it better.
That's his job, isn't it?
To make sure you're happy,
at any cost?
You're doing the face.
Dad calls it your faraway face.
The first two numbers never go higher than 31.
It's a date. The day.
The next two numbers are the month,
- so 2-3-0-3 is... - 23rd March.
Patient's date of birth.
What about these other four numbers?
Initials, I think.
A is 01, B is 02.
So anyone called Bonnie,
the fifth and sixth numbers would be 02.
B for Bonnie.
You're wasted in that typing pool.
Don't I know it?
B08.
Bonnie H.
(Phone rings)
Vicarage?
MAN: If there's a god, why is there evil?
And if God made us in his image, why are we sinners?
Bonnie was your daughter.
Maybe God was right.
Maybe the only way to make the fathers understand their sins
is to punish their young.
What would Grace make of that?
Amanda!
Grace.
(Water running)
Amanda?
No!
Get off him! Get off him!
Off him!
(Gasps for breath)
Get off!
Sidney. Sidney...
(Gasps for breath)
(Church bell tolling)
(Cawing)
(Car horn beeps)
- It's Harland! - I know.
(Woman screams)
No!
(Screams continue)
(Man mutters angrily)
...young ones of her own.
She's not breathing.
It's what they did to Bonnie.
It's how they punished her.
Apologise.
It's how they killed her.
- You all knew! - I didn't know.
Her heart gave out, they said.
But Andrew saw!
I didn't know.
An angel, you called that bitch!
Hey. I never saw the letter.
What angel buries a child
and won't tell her father where she is?
Come on!
(Coughs and chokes)
Dr Atwell was as responsible as Ivy Franklin
for my daughter's death.
You had a choice.
You didn't have to put her in there.
A widower, bringing up a feeble-minded girl alone?
They didn't give me a choice.
Where did they take Bonnie after she died, Andrew?
You can talk. There's no one to stop you.
They buried Bonnie here.
They put them all here.
I don't know what to do with myself.
I've spent so long taking care of everyone else.
You know, I've never even been to the Orchard tea-rooms.
I'll take you.
Oh, you... you don't have to do that.
We could take a boat down the river.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm afraid to be happy.
Not sure I deserve it.
Contentment is a gift, hard-won.
I'd say you deserve it.
I'll leave these on your desk, shall I?
Thank you.
She looks nice, your wife.
Don't know what I was expecting.
Good night, then.
Good night.
I thought we weren't doing this any more.
Without family,
we are lost.
With the birth of a child,
our lives change instantly.
We love more. We fear more.
We hope more.
With the death of a child...
...our lives change beyond all measure.
All we can do is love our children
in the time we have them.
Love them without end.
No toys.
- Amanda... - I know.
We can't stop him from seeing her.
(Sighs) I know.
If I was Guy...
If it were me...
You're a good man, Chambers.
Damn you.
- How are you? - Fine, thank you.
Living in Grantchester, I understand.
For the time being, yes.
Well, I'm sure Sidney's going to great lengths
to make you feel welcome.
What is it you want, Guy?
Is she well?
She had a bit of a cold, but she's fine now.
May I hold her?
(Baby whimpers)
I don't have a solicitor. I can't afford one at the moment.
But when I can, I intend to make an application for a divorce.
I'm keeping her, Guy.
I don't want her brought up by nannies
or sent off to some joyless boarding school.
She's staying with me.
She's beautiful.
I've made such a terrible mess of things, haven't I?
(Sobs softly)