Episode 4

♪ ♪ You're under arrest.

But it's my house.

You're the new vicar.

Reverend Alphy Kottaram.

♪ ♪ Such a drag, Mum.

Your children are a lost cause.

CATHY: Get out!

Fine!

You coming?

To the morgue?

I like finding people answers.

Helping them find peace.

Not too different, what we do.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ALPHY: "When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, "he said, "'It is finished,' and he bowed his head and gave up the ghost."

John 19:30.

Any ideas?

Not a clue.

It's the second quote I've had through the door.

So odd.

Perhaps it's just a member of the congregation being welcoming.

Perhaps.

I've got a quote for you.

Mmm?

"A well-tied tie is the first serious step in life."

And by "tie," I actually mean dog collar.

(chuckles) Elvis?

Oscar.

Wilde.

Mm-hmm.

Am I gonna be all right at this thing tonight?

Absolutely not.

Lord and Lady Marwood are gonna eat you alive.

But if you could secure the funds needed for the church beforehand, that would be most favorable.

Well, I'll try my best.

You'll have to do a jolly lot more than try.

You don't want to be responsible for the demise of a church that's stood for centuries, do you?

Well it wouldn't be ideal, no, but... Ssh!

Rising damp, black mold.

Wicked for the chest.

In fact, never mind the church.

If you don't get this sorted, you'll end up killing half the parish.

Let's hope not.

Supper's ready.

(laughs) LEONARD (voiceover): You'll do just fine.

The Marwoods have a history of donating to the church.

Once in 1956, then again in 1959.

They've a slight history of donating to the church.

Snooty, superior, overbearing.

I see.

What's this?

Something to keep your strength up-- you'll need it.

Oh, well, I'm actually going for dinner, so... Piccalilli!

(softly): I came home and just found her here.

She likes to be helpful.

ALPHY: I don't need help.

(clears throat softly) If all else fails, I've made plenty of lardy cake.

For now?

No.

For raising funds for the church.

You do know the builders' quote is for £2,000.

What the Dickens?

You never told me that part.

Okay, it's gonna be all right.

I'll just go there, give them some of the old Kottaram charm, throw in a bit of Jesus, a bit of community spirit, and... Who knows?

Might even be back in time for a pint before closing, hmm?

That's the ticket.

Just be yourself.

And whatever you do, don't sit next to the sister.

CATHY: Why won't you tell me where you're going?

I'm going to the roller rink.

See you later.

When will you be back?

Does it matter?

Uh, hello, Dad, hello, Geordie.

How was work, fighting the mean streets of Cambridge?

What about your dinner?

Give it to Dad.

He looks like he's had a hard day.

Thank you.

Oi, wait.

CATHY: You can't speak to me like this, Esme Keating.

And you can't keep me under lock and key, Cathy Keating!

(door opens) (door closes) By any chance, is it Spam fritters for tea?

Really.

What?

Is that where your head is at?

In your stomach?

Cathy, there is no point in getting all worked up.

This'll blow over soon enough.

Is not what you wanted me to say.

What do you want me to say?

Tell me, and I'll say that.

I want you to sit your daughter down and tell her, once and for all, that this behavior is not acceptable.

("Bluebird" by Hal David and John Cacavas playing) ♪ I've got a bluebird ♪ ♪ Outside of my window ♪ ♪ Just like that bluebird ♪ ♪ I'm ready to fly ♪ ♪ I've got a whole world ♪ ♪ Outside my door ♪ ♪ I'm gonna go places ♪ ♪ Like never before ♪ ♪ I've got a big dream ♪ ♪ To get to the big time ♪ ♪ I'll make a big noise ♪ ♪ Do wonderful things ♪ ♪ I've got a bluebird ♪ ♪ Outside my window ♪ Oh, good.

Thank you.

(speaks softly) ♪ Just like that bluebird ♪ ♪ I've got wings ♪ ♪ ♪ (song continues softly) Reverend Kottaram?

Oh.

What gave it away?

(laughs) Lady Marwood.

What gave it away?

Thank you so much for inviting me.

Thank you for coming.

How are you finding the parish?

Mmm.

Interesting.

Is that code for too many old biddies preoccupied with bake sales and bingo?

(chuckles): Well, don't knock it till you try it.

I love a game of bingo.

I'll have to take your word for it.

Or you'll have to take me-- show me what it's all about.

LORD MARWOOD: Darling.

Leah is wanting us to take our seats.

This is the new vicar, Reverend Kottaram-- this is my husband.

Alphy, please.

Lord Marwood.

Pleasure to meet you.

It's a shame about Reverend Davenport.

He was very well thought of.

LADY MARWOOD: I'm sure everyone will come to think well of you.

(chuckles) Although I haven't actually been to church in a while.

Naughty.

Well, we'll swing by after bingo.

You can give your winnings to the collection plate.

(chuckles) Mmm.

Can I?

As it happens, I am looking to raise some much-needed funds for the church.

One doesn't talk of these things.

At least, not before dinner.

(exhales): I'm sorry, I... Geoffrey!

(exhales) Did I offend him?

Absolutely.

Luckily, it's not him you need to concern yourself with.

It's me.

Ah.

Well, how about after pudding?

Can we talk about church repairs then?

Leah.

Yes, Lady Marwood?

I want to sit next to him.

(people talking softly in background) Not yet.

Oh.

Champagne, white wine, red wine, water goblet, port.

(chuckles): I'm gonna be on the floor.

Like the rest of them, then.

LORD MARWOOD: Leah!

You told me you were ready for us!

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, just sit me down.

Of course, Lord Marwood.

BEATRICE: What do you mean that isn't my seat anymore?

(exhales): Forget it.

I'm just going to sit here and be done with it.

Beatrice.

I'm a designer of dresses.

Hi, I'm...

Different.

How funny.

This piece was actually inspired by the Kenyan Masai tribe.

Stitched it myself.

I've got almost 27 pairs of scissors.

Wonderful.

I do so love a shoulder.

Such a beautiful part of the body, criminally overlooked.

LADY MARWOOD: Oh.

You decided to sit next to my sister.

Uh, not exactly.

(piano playing softly in background) Furaha?

(chuckles) (chuckles): Furaha!

(giggles, clicking tongue) (piano playing, people talking softly) LADY MARWOOD: Tell us, what was it that made you want to become a vicar?

Was it the orphans?

Pardon?

The orphans.

That get me every time.

I just want to rescue them all.

Do you know, I've just had the most marvelous idea.

I could make clothes for your orphans.

Not even orphans are desperate enough for your ghastly excuses for clothes.

I don't actually know that many orphans, and, well, the ones I do, I'm pretty sure they're all fully clothed.

Anyway, back to my original question.

Where are you from?

Uh, Romford-- born and bred.

No.

No?

You know what I mean.

My mother and father came to England just before the war.

And to answer your question directly, Lady Marwood, it was either the Church or accountancy.

And let's just say I connected more with Jesus than I did tax returns.

(guests laugh) Why was that?

Because he was an outsider, who wanted to bring people together in peace.

(chortles): Peace?

(chuckles): Because that's what Christianity and the Church are known for.

It's what I want my church to be known for.

Vibrant, fun, and full of all walks of life.

What does God say about that?

Well, the last time we spoke, He said, "Just make sure there's enough Battenberg cake."

(diners laugh) The greatest tool available to an evangelist.

To Alphy's church.

Alphy's church.

(all toast) (music playing in background) Oh, Lady Marwood.

Lady Marwood, I just...

I'm going to fund the repairs for your church, Alphy.

Oh, well, that's amazing, thank you.

Uh, how do we...?

Don't worry about the details.

It's time for games.

Are we all ready for hide-and-seek?

(guests exclaim, applaud) (whispering): I'm coming to find you.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... (guests murmuring, laughing softly) MAN: Uh, oh, here we go.

...ten, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16... Shoo.

LADY MARWOOD (in distance): ...17, 18, 19... Oh.

Go away!

ALPHY (chuckling): Sorry, sorry.

LADY MARWOOD: ...22, 23, 24, 25, 26... (catches breath): What are you doing?

Uh, sorry, just got a bit lost.

LADY MARWOOD (in distance): Ready or not, here I come!

Shh.

LADY MARWOOD: Oh, Geoffrey.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ LADY MARWOOD (in distance): Not fair.

I'm coming to get you!

♪ ♪ (exclaims) Multiple stab wounds to the chest, and is it just me?

Are these lacerations an unusual shape?

Never seen ones like that before.

Hm.

Get plenty of close-ups back at the station.

The lord and lady identified him as their gardener.

Dennis Lacey.

25.

(breathes deeply) You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

You must have seen a few dead bodies in your time.

Not a young man with multiple stab wounds, though.

Fair enough.

What's that?

GEORDIE: "The price is £1,000."

What?

"To ensure your deepest, darkest, and dirtiest secret stays that way."

A grand-- blimey.

To Dennis, or from him?

This is probably nothing, but I saw Lord Marwood by the servants' quarters earlier this evening.

He was a bit odd.

Really?

And here's me thinking you weren't interested in all of this.

I'm no detective.

I don't need a detective.

A vicar will do.

♪ ♪ (exhales) When did you last see Dennis, Lady Marwood?

A few days ago, wasn't it, darling?

I think so-- I can't remember.

Wasn't it when you sacked him?

You sacked him?

LORD MARWOOD: I didn't sack him.

He left of his own accord.

Well, he'd only been in the job for three weeks.

What were the circumstances that led to his leaving?

He got a better offer.

He wanted more money out of me.

I declined, and he left.

Did you see him go?

No.

GEORDIE: What were you doing by the servants' quarters earlier this evening?

Playing hide-and-seek.

He can vouch for me.

He was there, hiding, too.

We found a letter on Dennis's person.

We believe he was blackmailing someone.

Not me.

Cheeky swine had the audacity to ask me outright.

(sniffs) Was he blackmailing you, darling?

(exhales): I barely knew him.

Beatrice?

Sorry?

(grunts): Never mind.

The juju is going to be abysmal.

Frank Sinatra is going to hate this.

He was our cat.

He still lives on in spirit form.

Stalks the upper west wing, lets out the occasional... (inhales) (meows slowly) Anyway, I do hope you'll turn your attention to the real culprits.

It's rather horrendous to think such an abominable crime has happened in our home.

Should I sleep with a pistol under my pillow?

I wouldn't recommend it.

You don't want two murder investigations going on under your roof now, do you?

Will that be all?

Leah, isn't it?

Yes.

And when did you last see Dennis?

Never once interacted with each other.

He was a gardener.

She's a, um, chambermaid.

Lady's maid.

Same difference.

You never spoke to Dennis?

That's right.

Is it just me, or are they... Weirder than the Creature from the Black Lagoon?

Well... What gave it away?

The hide-and-seek or the sister's meowing?

(chuckles): Yeah.

LORD MARWOOD (in next room): Quite enough.

BEATRICE: Not today.

Strange.

That's enough.

Ridiculous!

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Lord Marwood.

He would hardly let anyone speak, especially not Leah.

The servants always know what's really going on in these places.

ALPHY: Mmm.

Pain in the neck.

ALPHY: We need to speak to her.

Alone.

"We"?

(speaking indistinctly) Geordie?

Mm?

Lady Marwood promised me some money, you know?

For the church?

Sorry, you won't be seeing that.

Why not?

You little working-class traitor, you.

(laughs): Sorry?

Getting money off the likes of them?

And you've got a Triumph-- who even are you?

Hey, I worked hard for that car.

You'll never get that cash off the Marwoods.

We'll see.

Mm.

Nothing-- nothing-- comes for free in this world.

How about I bet you a ride in the Triumph?

You're on.

(chuckles) Alphy.

It's dirty money, I'm telling you.

Money used for a good deed is a good thing.

♪ ♪ SAM: The Bible says, "Wisdom is with those who seek counsel."

In my group, we take God's words and challenge ourselves in new ways.

To share and to grow.

To find the wisdom within our own hearts.

LEONARD: Thank you, Sam.

This is a circle for sharing.

For unburdening oneself.

Our God is all-forgiving.

But the first step, really, is to forgive yourself.

LEONARD: Yes.

Exactly.

What about you?

Daniel.

What are you holding on to?

Biscuits.

(laughing softly) Come, take a seat.

Uh, I'm rather busy.

There's nothing to be worried about.

I'm not.

Come, take a seat.

Thank you.

Now, is there anything, anything at all, that you'd like to share?

Not really.

Perhaps we should move on.

What is it, Daniel?

What are you holding on to?

Sean, what about you?

I, um... No, it's okay, go on.

I have family that, for many reasons, I can't be with.

Sorry.

No, you have nothing to be sorry for.

Isn't that right?

OTHERS: Mm-hmm.

(crying softly) That took something.

♪ ♪ Foolishness.

Courage.

♪ ♪ ALPHY: Leah.

It's okay.

You're not in any trouble, we just, just wanted to have a chat.

How long have you worked for the Marwoods?

Oh, since I was 16.

But Lady Marwood and I grew up together.

My mother worked for her mother.

Lord Marwood seems to think you didn't really know Dennis.

Would you say that's true?

I knew him a little.

He made me laugh once or twice.

What about?

The uppers.

Upper classes.

Dennis knew what they were like.

And what are they like?

Leah.

We want to help you.

Lord Marwood, he has a bit of a temper, doesn't he?

Did he ever shout at Dennis?

Yes.

What about the day Dennis was due to leave?

Did Lord Marwood shout at him then?

(whispers): He screamed in his face.

For what reason?

I don't know.

Leah.

(whispering): I don't know.

Why did you scream in Dennis's face the day he left, mm?

Was Dennis blackmailing you?

Good God, no.

You are vastly overestimating this man.

Maybe you underestimated him.

And maybe that's why you lost your temper.

What did he do?

He touched my wife, was over-familiar.

All right?

I didn't like it, neither did she.

I had to put a stop to it, so I shouted at him and sent him on his way.

How come you didn't say this before?

Because I'm a gentleman, and it is a gentleman's duty to save his wife's blushes.

Did you do more than shout at him?

No.

(chuckles) Why on Earth am I answering to you?

It's one thing to be questioned by an inspector.

Another matter entirely to be questioned by someone like you.

Don't you dare.

It's okay.

He means a working-class vicar, don't you?

(chuckling): Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean.

Such a shame.

What is?

Well, I invite you into my home, my wife offers you money for your poor little church, and this is how you repay me?

I think we're done here.

(exhales) Yes, he was terribly over-familiar, and my husband terribly brutish about it.

I mean, you've only seen the half of him.

What's the other half?

He's a complete and utter bastard.

But if you're taking that to be the mark of a killer, then I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken.

Why?

Because he's weak.

I mean, yes, he can scream and shout, but couldn't stab another man's flesh over and over.

How did you feel about Dennis's "overfamiliarity"?

That doesn't matter.

It does.

My husband resolved the situation, and that's the end of it.

You left it entirely to him?

LADY MARWOOD: Yes.

Your husband is a brute and a bastard, you say?

Absolutely.

Yet, you stay with him.

He has the title, I have the money.

Gentlemen, I don't expect you to understand, but put it this way.

Lord and Lady Marwood the package is far more powerful together than apart.

Speaking of money, when this has all blown over and I've moved some assets around, I'll get you your check, Alphy.

♪ ♪ CATHY: You are not going out dressed like that.

ESME: Why not?

CATHY (shouting): Because I said so!

ESME: What are you gonna do about it?

CATHY: I will lock you in your room, if I have to.

ESME: I'd like to see you try.

CATHY: Don't push me.

(whimpers) ESME: I'm not a baby anymore.

(exhales): It's every man for himself.

(Milburn yaps) ESME: What does that even mean?

CATHY: It means, I never... Come on, then.

♪ ♪ (pan sizzling) Oh.

Thank you, Mrs. Chapman.

If I'd known you were joining us, Geordie Keating, I'd have made deviled kidneys for you, too.

Like hell she would have.

Mmm, those are good.

Wouldn't you rather be at home than here?

World War III's kicking off between Cathy and Esme.

Solving a gruesome murder is, honestly, preferable.

Is everything all right?

Hm?

Ah, something and nothing.

Roses for the kitchen.

"Deepest, darkest, dirtiest secret."

His?

Or someone else's?

(cuts loudly) The Marwoods can't be blackmailing him.

They're millionaires.

This person wants money.

Dennis had nothing.

(cuts loudly) Except maybe some information.

Now you're talking.

(cuts loudly) Does that have to be quite so loud?

(cuts loudly) ♪ ♪ (cuts loudly) Mrs. C, may I borrow them, please?

♪ ♪ Beatrice.

The sister.

♪ ♪ Christ on a bike.

♪ ♪ Mm!

Hello.

I, um...

I've been thinking about Sam.

Oh.

The things he said-- the things I said.

There's a word he used.

I can't get it out of my mind.

What's that?

Courage.

I see.

I've never really talked about the past, and when I have, no one's ever used that word in connection.

Well, you are courageous.

Without question, you are.

I wonder if I should talk to him more.

If you think it would help me.

I didn't know you needed help.

Neither did I.

Being with him, his gentleness, kindness, I suppose, it just felt that, um...

I don't know.

Well, you should find out.

Really?

I think it's a wonderful idea.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Can you confirm that these belong to you?

They're covered in blood.

Are they your scissors?

Yes, they are, but that's not my blood.

We have reason to believe it might be Dennis's.

(quietly): Oh, no.

Really?

Well, how on Earth did it get onto my scissors?

That was my next question.

Perhaps somebody stole them.

Or borrowed them.

Or you're hiding them for someone.

Who?

I'm not quite sure you're getting this.

We're the ones that ask the questions.

We think Lord Marwood was the last person to see Dennis alive.

And when he did, he was screaming at him.

Oh, yes, but that was just a silly misunderstanding.

You see, Dennis seemed to believe that Lord Marwood and I were... (lowers voice): ...having an affair.

(giggles) (laughing) And were you?

Just a little one.

Please don't tell my sister.

Actually... (clears throat) ...I have some photos.

(humming) Sorry.

(humming continues) Ah, yes, here we go.

(clears throat) Cheeky.

♪ ♪ (clears throat) There seems to be one missing.

Oh, yes, that's probably the one naughty Dennis stole.

And the reason he was able to blackmail Lord Marwood.

Oh, no, no, I didn't mean that.

I meant...

I'm not sure what I meant.

But it definitely wasn't that.

(clasp snaps) ♪ ♪ So how long you been having an affair with your wife's sister?

Whatever she's told you, she's clearly mentally unstable.

(chuckles) It wasn't an affair.

She's a very lonely woman and I occasionally provide my services.

Mm, so you're an altruistic adulterer.

It's not adultery.

ALPHY: Hm.

What is it, then?

My wife... (clears throat) ...tends not to be terribly interested in me, and, quite frankly, a man needs what a man needs.

Look, I fail to see what any of this has to do with Dennis.

Well, Dennis found out about this affair.

He blackmailed you.

And because you've got no access to any money, you killed him.

For fear of your wife finding out.

It's quite the theory.

You stabbed him with Beatrice's scissors.

Then you put them back in order to frame her.

No.

Well, what, then?

Dennis caught Beatrice and I, yes.

He wrote me the most awful letter.

He wanted a thousand pounds.

I scrabbled together what little I could and hoped to send him on his way.

What were you really doing on the night of hide-and-seek?

Checking to see he'd gone.

To my surprise, the money I'd given him was still there, but there was no sign of Dennis.

So you took the money back?

LORD MARWOOD: Of course.

If he'd upped and left and forgotten it, that was his problem, not mine.

Where did you think he'd gone?

I didn't think.

I was just grateful that he had.

You, you've nothing to connect me to those scissors, do you?

I didn't kill him.

I couldn't.

Even if I wanted to.

♪ ♪ Never once managed it during the war.

Not once did I look in another man's eyes and watch the life leak out of him.

I suppose that makes me a coward.

♪ ♪ They let you go.

For now.

♪ ♪ What's the matter?

It's just, I, um, I wonder if this might be something I need to do on my own with Sam.

Oh.

You don't mind, do you?

You understand?

Of course.

Of course.

Daniel.

Sam.

How are you?

Good to see you.

How have you been?

DANIEL: Not bad, yeah.

ESME: I'm not a baby anymore!

CATHY: I'll ask you again, pull it down!

ESME: No!

CATHY: Well, I'll do it!

ESME: Get off me-- leave me alone!

CATHY: If you don't want me to do it, then you do it yourself!

ESME: Fine, there.

Are you happy now?

I look like a flaming nun!

Don't you swear at me.

I'm not swearing at you, I'm swearing in general.

Esme, enough.

Oh, here he is.

Finally decided to be a father, have you?!

Cathy... Don't worry, Geordie.

It's all blown over, just like you said.

Maybe I should have a word with Esme on her own.

Oh, no chance.

Anything you say to her you can say in front of me.

Why do you have to control everything?!

I'm trying to look after you.

I don't need looking after, you silly woman!

No!

You show some respect for your mother.

You need to have a long, hard think, Esme.

Oh, I have been.

I'm moving out.

What?

Over my dead body.

What's the problem?

We're not getting on, the commute to work is a drag, and I've already been offered a place to live, so, everyone's a winner.

How dare you?!

Calm down.

Don't even think about telling me to calm down!

Why are you being so dramatic?

Mae moved out a year ago.

I don't give a monkey's about Mae.

I care about you.

I care about my daughter-- you are not going!

I am!

I said no!

Dad, what is wrong with her?

Why is she being so crazy?!

I hate you!

I hate you.

You really want to go?

Fine.

Pack your bags and get out!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (pendulum swinging) (front door rattling, Dickens whimpers) (door rattling) (barking) Dickens.

(door rattling) (switch clicks) (door rattling) (barks) Oi!

(rattling stops) ♪ ♪ (scrubbing softly) Cathy, she's going.

(scrubbing stops) Cathy.

Sorry, love.

You will come back and visit us, won't you?

Mae hasn't got an electric wringer, so I'll be back as soon as I run out of clean clothes.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ I love you so much.

Dad... Did she mean it?

No.

Course not.

♪ ♪ MRS. C.: Come on, Alphy, chop, chop!

Kippers for breakfast!

Mrs. Chapman... You know, I'm...

I'm very grateful, and you're very sweet, and... "Sweet"?

Yeah.

Well, yeah, I think so.

Um... Look, I, I know you had a very special relationship with my predecessors, but I'm afraid I just don't need a housekeeper.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

With respect, I don't think your predecessors would describe me as a housekeeper.

No?

No.

Forgive me, but how might they...?

A friend-- listening ear.

Someone who cherishes you and you cherish in return.

Mainly, someone with a hot meal at the end of a rotten day.

This was a gift from Sidney.

I mean, the original was from someone else, but it was stolen and Sidney replaced it.

It wasn't simply service, Alphy.

It was love.

Yeah, it's a, it's a beautiful locket.

It is, isn't it?

Not worth a thing, but to me, it's the world.

♪ ♪ LEAH: White wine, red wine, water goblet, and port.

LEAH: Lady Marwood and I grew up together.

My mother worked for her mother.

You're a genius!

Pardon?

(door opens and closes) Geordie?

Mm?

I think we've been looking in completely the wrong place.

What every inspector loves to hear.

Lord Marwood said Lady Marwood wasn't interested in him, in that way.

He did.

Why?

Why wasn't she interested in him?

Was there someone else?

Dennis.

Yeah, maybe.

But also Leah.

What?

You see, Leah, she wears this gold bracelet.

But how could she have afforded it?

She couldn't.

So how did she get it?

Someone must have gifted it to her.

What if that someone was Lady Marwood?

Gift for loyal service?

No, no, no, no.

This is something more than that.

This means something to her.

Geordie, I think it might be a love token.

♪ ♪ From Lady Marwood?

Yes.

So, Leah and her are...

I think they were, then I think something changed.

Dennis.

Exactly.

We need to speak to Leah.

ALPHY: Can you tell us about your bracelet?

LEAH: What about it?

Where did you get it?

It was a gift.

From?

Lady Marwood.

Does she do that for all her staff?

No.

Just you?

Has she forgiven her husband and sister for their affair?

GEORDIE: Why so quickly?

So easily?

ALPHY: Is there someone else she gets her comfort from?

This bracelet, it's a symbol of your love, isn't it?

A token from Lady Marwood.

The person she gets her comfort from, it's you.

Not anymore.

This doesn't mean a damn thing.

But it did.

It did mean something once.

(voice trembling): I've loved her since we were children-- I know every inch of her.

She married Marwood, of course-- she had to.

Nothing changed between us.

Who did change things between you?

(exhales) What happened with Dennis, Leah?

♪ ♪ At first, I thought he was violating her.

I told myself over and over, but in the end, I could see.

She let him.

But she was blind.

He didn't love her like I did.

He didn't know her like I did, he didn't deserve her like I did.

(sobbing): I had to do something.

Anything.

Anything to bring her back to me.

(sobs) Did you hurt Dennis, Leah?

He hurt me!

Did you kill Dennis Lacey?

♪ ♪ (Leah grunts, Dennis gasps) ♪ ♪ (Dennis yelps) (Dennis groans, scissors stab) (scissors drop) ♪ ♪ (panting) Have you ever loved anyone like that?

(car door opens) Silly, silly girl.

It's just so unnecessary.

I don't think she saw it like that.

Really?

(engine starts) Really.

This thing about the bracelet she clung to, it's utterly worthless, you know.

Anyway, I've got your check, actually.

Will £3,000 do?

3,000?

Yes, that all right?

For now.

Though who knows?

If you were to pop along to a few more dinner and games nights, there might be a little something more in it for you.

For both of us.

No.

I beg your pardon?

I said no.

You okay?

Yeah.

(clears throat) Who would have thought it, eh?

The servant.

Me, actually-- I did.

All right, all right, don't get too cocky, Mr. "I'm no detective."

Lady Marwood.

She offered me 3,000 for the church.

Did she now?

I said no.

Good on ya.

If it had been 4,000, though, hm.

Cheeky little... ♪ ♪ DANIEL: I don't think I really know what to say.

SAM: Well, you can say anything.

Anything you wish.

I don't know how to... (chuckles) I don't know.

It's okay.

You know, everything's gonna be fine.

We don't have to speak, just be here.

You know, together.

Thank you.

May I show you something?

Of course.

Don't think I've ever shown anyone this before.

My mother and father.

They look happy.

(voice breaking): I hurt them.

But you love them still?

Unquestionably.

Then that is what you hold on to, Daniel.

Nothing else.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens and closes) (Daniel and Sam laughing) (laughing) ♪ ♪ (door closes) I, uh, got you this.

For your moldy church.

Oh.

Thanks.

Welcome.

Everything all right?

Grand, yeah.

How's things at home?

Grand.

Beer?

Thought you'd never ask.

(chuckles) So, you're gonna help me, are you?

Nice try.

Come on.

Little bit of elbow grease, we'll get it done in no time.

Do you know what?

I'll give you a... Ride in the Triumph?

You already owe me one of them.

Uh, no, I don't.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, you get the money off Lady Marwood, did you?

I made a moral decision to decline.

Uh-huh, that vicar-speak for, "I lost the bet"?

♪ My gal is red-hot ♪ Yeah!

♪ My gal is red-hot ♪ (engine roaring) GEORDIE: Christ on a bike!

♪ Well, she ain't got no money ♪ ♪ But man, she's really got a lot ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ There is something afoot.

What the bishop says is none of your business.

ALL: Good morning, Mr. Harrison.

LEONARD: There's a body at Harrison's.

MISS SCOTT: One of those girls knows something.

She never should have taken that job.

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