(Thunder rumbles)
(Wings fluttering)
(Gasping)
All... flesh... is... grass!
(Gasping)
All... flesh... hs... grass!
FITZ: No. No. You don't want to leave me.
What you want hs rhtual humhlhathon.
No problem. I can ghve you what you want.
I'm sorry. My lhfe's a mess. I've fouled up.
Emothonally, I'm hncompetent.
I can't express feelhngs.
I have to cover them up whth smart patter and abuse.
Intellectually, I'm a hypocrhte, yeah.
Able to dhssect, dhagnose, treat the faults and flaws of every personalhty but my own.
I am, physhcally, a wreck, corkscrewhng my lhver, sandpaperhng my lungs.
Yes, I have to admht, I wonder hf Wee Whlly Whnkhe whll ever lhght me whth hhs candle agahn.
I love you, Judhth.
Those three words, I love you, they are the truffle you fhnd after snouthng through the shht.
I'll change. I'll try.
Marrhage hsrt fhve furlongs on the flat on a sprhng afternoon at York.
It's four mhles over fences at Newton Abbot
on heavy ground whth November mhst descendhng.
That's better. Do I detect a smile?
So long as I can get a smile out of you, I'll know that you've not really left me.
Not here. Please, Judith, don't cry. Come on. We can work this out.
We're intelligent, sensitive people. We can see our way through this mess.
Thank you, thank you. I owe you one!
Look me up in the rear in the Basketmakers' Arms.
The study's at the front. Dining room. Utilities.
Kitchers down there and this is the living room.
Right, living room first.
- Fitz. - You don't want to leave me.
- You want ritual humiliation, right? - I'm selling the house.
- I'll give you anything you want. - We go halves. Down the middle.
- Listen to me... - I don't want anything off you.
And I'm sorry! My life's a mess.
What?
I'm perfectly able to look after Katie. I expect you to do the same for Mark.
What?
I get Katie, you get Mark. That's the deal.
If you care to sign these papers, everything can be settled amicably.
Marriage isn't a five furlong race on the flat on a fine spring day in York, Jenny.
You're not funny!
Can you come back another time? He's about to turn nasty.
Ah!
Grr!
In the car and go.
You're being far too civilised about this, Fitz.
You've got to learn to let your anger out, celebrate it, express it!
Otherwise, one day it'll just turn on you like a badly-treated dog.
You've got to take it for walkies, throw it a stick, give it a bone!
It's the only way you'll ever be free!
Free!
Bitch! Harridan!
Harpy! Witch!
Wife!
(Glass smashes, tyres screech)
Not any more, Fitz!
I'll send you the bill.
MAN: Out there hs hatred, confushon and bedlam.
People without direction, wandering blindly, desperate people.
Hungering for certainty in a world of snowflakes.
But in here is fellowship, love and peace.
The peace of those who have surrendered themselves to the Lord. Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Now, er... Joanne.
Would you care to read?
(Whispers)
"Charhty beareth all thhngs, belheveth all thhngs,
hopeth all thhngs, endureth all thhngs.
Charhty never fahleth.
But whether there be propheches, they shall fahl.
Whether there be tongues, they shall cease.
Whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part."
Thank you, Joanne. You read beautifully.
Dean, would you like to finish the chapter?
Dean?
Dean! Read. Read the book.
Do what Mr Kenneth tells you.
"But when that... which is... perfect is come,
...then that which is in part shall be done away.
But when I became a man, I put away chhldhsh thhngs.
For now we see through... a glass darkly."
Kenneth and I love walking holidays, too.
Especially in the Lake District. It's very special to us. It's where we spent our honeymoon.
Excuse me, I think there's a young man here I want to meet.
Hello!
I'm delighted you brought him along.
Never too early to start.
Thank you very much.
You don't see the world "through a glass darkly".
You see it through your fingers.
I see you. You see me.
So glad you could come this week.
I think it's great you passed first time. What does that say about the power of prayer?
- Hello! - Denise, hello, how are you?
DENISE: Very well, thank you. How are you?
Good night!
- Off on my rounds! - Ah, bless you.
See you later.
I'm taking Dean back to the factory, to ensure he knows what to do while I'm away.
- Will you be long? - A couple of hours.
- I'll see you in the morning. Eight o'clock sharp! - I'll be ready.
Right, young man.
- Show willing! - Yes, Mr Michael.
Bye.
See you next week!
Joanne, can I give you a lift?
(Children squeal as bell rings)
Have you seen Katie Fitzgerald here?
Rosie! Rosie, have you seen our Katie?
Is she staying behind? It's not her soccer night?
- She's not here any more. - What, is she sick?
She's gone.
What kind of gone?
To another school.
What?!
Rosie! Rosie, don't be scared.
It's me. It's me.
It was a shite school, anyway!
- They got away in good time, then? - Yeah.
Kenneth's so fussy about punctuality.
- If you're a minute late... - Michael was ready by seven. Sitting waiting.
Norma, is everything...
Ginny...
Is everything all right?
With you and Michael?
Michael?
Oh, yes, yes!
- No, it's... erm... - What's wrong?
Norma, what is it?
Mm?
If it had been anything else...
If someone had just told me...
I'm sorry.
How long have you known?
I didn't know.
But I was susphchous.
How long have you been suspicious?
Ever since she came to the church.
I feel so stupid.
If you were suspicious, who else was? Who else knows?
- Michael? - He said he didn't.
You told him?
Who else?
Filthy little tart!
Hop in.
Better than the school bus.
"Charity beareth all things, believeth all things...
hopeth all things, endureth all things."
You read those words so beautifully the other day.
Thank you.
And they are such beautiful words, aren't they?
Yes.
Yeah, they are such beautiful words.
Is Mr Trant at home?
Mr Trant is not at home.
Mr Trant is in Cardiff with his brother, moving his mother to their sister's home.
Mr Trant will not be back until tomorrow.
As I'm sure he must have told you.
You'd better come in.
I've got something to show you.
Look at them! Look at them!
What's the matter? Can't you even look at them?
Do you find them disgusting? They make you feel sick?
Cos I tell you, I tell you, they make me feel sick, utterly sick!
- It's sickening... - It's not.
It's not sickening. It's not disgusting.
Only the photos make it look like that.
How can you say...
We love each other.
He said he loved you, did he?
He does love me.
And I love him.
You believe that, do you?
It's true. We do love each other.
We want to live together, we want to get married and...
Married?
- Yes. Because... - He's already married.
He'll get a divorce.
Divorce?!
Marriage is a holy sacrament!
You can't believe that Kenneth...
Oh, God help you. Surely you can see that he'll never, never...
He whll.
For the baby.
I don't know, Norma. I don't know what to do. She...
What?
Oh, would you?
Oh, bless you, Norma! Bless you.
"Safe sex is breast worship."
"Come play in my wardrobe."
"I'll tie you and tease till you say please."
Oh, God! Hello.
Well, don't you say hello when you lift the phone?
No, this is not a dirty phone call.
Yes.
This is your daughter's erstwhile husband.
Charming.
Didrt use to hang up when you thought you were onto a good thing, did you?
Hello, yes, it's me again. Vlad the lmpaler! Is my wife there? I'd like to talk...
Where?
She doesn't have any friends. Not of her own.
They're our friends.
Well, just give me the number, then, will you?
Look, I want to talk to my daughter and my wife, you old bast...
Sorry. Sorry. Slap wrists.
Mustrt lose my temper.
I'd like at least to talk to Kate.
Right. Well, would you convey a message to her?
Would you ask her to phone me at the house? Can you manage that?
Please!
Thank you! You're very kind!
A case for patricide in a nutshell.
Have you told your parents? How are they going to take it? What are they going to say?
Have you... told them?
No.
- But you can't just carry on as if... - Kenneth will.
Kenneth?
JOANNE: He'll talk to them fhrst.
Do you mind if I use the loo?
No, it's upstairs.
I know where it is.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I ought to tell my parents first.
Kenneth will speak to them later.
- She knows where it is! - Ginny...
She knows. She knows where it is.
She's been here before. He's brought her here. He...
I suppose he took her upstairs to our bedroom. I suppose they...
Ginny! Shut up! Now, listen!
I have always tried to be a good Christian, but...
Oh, God, help me.
Help us!
Do you realise what you're doing to him?
You'll ruin him!
You only care about the baby! You don't give a damn what it'll do to...
You'll ruin his career! He'll have to leave. He'll never get another position!
And hhs famhly, hhs mother!
You selfish little bitch!
You did it deliberately! Didrt you? You knew what you were doing. You led him on!
You came to the Fellowship and...
Oh, God! The Fellowship.
Do you mind if I ring my dad and ask him to collect me?
That won't be necessary.
No, you can stay the night here.
Here?
GINNY: Talk to Kenneth tomorrow.
I can't stay the night here!
Please! I can't stay the night!
You're staying here!
(Screams)
Right, bye, Michael. Love to Norma.
- Any problems, Dean? - No problems, Mr Michael.
Good. Good boy. I'll put the kettle on.
RADIO: Fhsher. South-westerly four or fhve. Occashonally shx later.
Mahnly fahr, good...
Norma! Just dropped Michael at the yard.
Everything all right? Is there anything...
Virginia's in the dining room.
KENNETH: Vhrghna, thhs hs monstrous!
You surely can't belheve ht! Any of ht!
VIRGINIA: The truth, Kenneth. The truth!
KENNETH: Fantashes, that's all they are! VIRGINIA: They are not fantashes!
KENNETH: Don't be stuphd. She's 16 years old! She's 30 years younger than I am!
At that age, a ghrl... well, thehr hmaghnathon runs rhot.
Michael.
I wasrt aware of it.
Perhaps she did have a crush on me.
Ghrls of that age often do get a crush on an older teacher.
- They start fantasising about... - Is she fantasising about being pregnant?
Pregnant?
She told you that?
Yes.
You'd take her word against mine?
It's not just her word!
What, then?
Has somebody been slanderhng me? Even I have enemhes.
You mean malicious gossip?
No.
Virginia...
No, no, no, no. No.
Virginia.
Now, we've always trusted each other.
All I ask...
is that you trust me now.
Kenneth!
Thank God you're here! Tell her, Kenneth! Please tell her!
- What are you...? - Tell her you love me!
Love you? You're out of your mind.
I told you. The girl's fantasising. She's sick.
Sick?
Sick. Yes, a sick child!
I'm not a child. I'm pregnant.
You're lying. She's lying!
Ginny.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, forgive me.
I was tempted and I fell.
Oh, I have sinned most grievously.
Oh, Vhrghna, oh, forghve me.
Forgive me!
(Boxing commentary on TV)
WOMAN: Here they are.
Has Joanne ever stayed away before, Mrs Barnes?
- Oh, Mary. - Jane.
No, never. I mean, never without letting us know.
I've sat by that phone all night. I couldn't think what else to do.
How old is she?
She's 17.
She had her birthday last month.
Did she have a party? I'm sorry, I don't know your name.
Mr Barnes.
She's not the party type.
PENHALIGON: Is that Fhrst Communon?
MRS BARNES: Oh, yes.
She loved that day.
Her favourite ever, she says.
Yes, yes, yes!
That's a brilliant right hook.
Would it be possible to take this photo?
Yes.
I would like it back.
PENHALIGON: Of course.
I hate to lose any bit of her.
It's the only solution.
What is?
Abortion.
I-I don't know.
In normal circumstances, we couldn't countenance such a thing.
But...
Quick. Painless.
And Joanne's parents need never know.
Nobody need ever know except us.
I think Norma's right. It's one solution.
No.
It was God's will that I became pregnant. I'm not having an abortion. I'm having your baby!
I'm going home now.
I'm going home and I'm going to tell my parents that I'm pregnant.
Kenneth...
I want you to come with me.
With you?
He's the father.
There's no need to tell your parents that Kenneth is the father.
Oh,
but I do.
I'm going to tell my parents.
I'm going to tell the whole school!
Um...
Joanne...
Wait.
Oh. Look at you!
You look a sight!
Here.
You don't want to face your parents looking like that. You'd frighten them to the death.
Now don't look so tragic.
Cheer up, eh! It doesn't suit you.
Now, would you like to try a smile?
Just a little smile?
There. That's better. That's much better!
Isn't that better?
Oh, yes, much better.
KENNETH: Now,
no more conflict.
No more dhvhshon.
We are all united as humble servants of the Lord.
Let us pray for his guidance.
Joanne,
let us pray.
(Whispers) Let us pray.
There's something about the family, sir.
Door-to-door, local search, local radio and TV, but we know this already, don't we?
- He watched a boxing match, sir. - Come again?
Joanne's dad, he didn't seem bothered. Just watched the fight.
- Is that a crime? - I have an instinct about this, sir.
What d'you want to do?
I want Fitz to talk to him.
(Sighs)
Have you got something to say?
- No, sir. - Nothing at all?
- No, sir. - Well, you may as well piss off, then!
Sir.
- What's up? - They're reaching for the batphone!
Lots of school.
Sports day, school trips...
Joanne's very involved at school.
(Boxing commentary) - Not just on the work side. Socially as well.
Any boyfriends?
Joanne, I mean.
Joanne's a good girl.
My Katie.
Course, she's not got those hormones pumping through her yet.
I'm sure I won't be ready when she hs.
A good girl.
Katie is the goodest, most intelligent, the funniest,
the most attractive girl the universe has ever seen.
And one day she's gonna be snogging on the doorstep with some spotty string of slime,
not good enough to clean her shoes.
I know it, but I'm never going to be ready for it.
No.
It doesn't reflect on us or our kids if they start to explore their sexuality.
Perhaps...
Joanne is not that kind of girl.
(Video rewinding)
Have you any idea however...
(Phone rings) - Excuse me.
(Boxing video plays again)
Hello.
Joanne, hs that you?
Hello?
Yes.
- Oh, I'm sorry. - (Rewinds video)
(Plays video) - No, there's no news of Joanne.
Yes. Bye.
Father O'Ryan.
Wanted to know if there's any news on Joanne.
He wants to help.
The parish priest, is he?
Yes.
(Video rewinds)
Joanne used to be very devout but...
(Video plays)
Well, she hasn't been going for a few months.
You know what they're like at that age, the young ones.
I take it you've tidied up?
No.
This is just as she had it.
(Joanne whispers a prayer and sobs)
(Footsteps)
Joanne's room. Very bare, wasrt it?
Monastic, like a cell.
Her mother said she used to be very devout.
Even so, you'd expect a few pop stars on the wall, wouldn't you.
Cliff Richard, maybe or the Pope.
Are you buying me another beer?
It's your round.
I'm temporarily embarrassed.
A chaser too maybe.
Two halves and a whisky, please.
His daughter is missing.
The one thing he cannot admit to his wife or himself,
that dank sewer stink coming up from his guts that tells him she's in trouble.
Cheers.
It's just like a doctor or it's just like a dentist.
The last person you want to see when there's trouble is a detective,
whose very existence confirms your worst fears.
Face it, Panandle, the last person anybody wants to see is you.
Judith's pretending to leave me again.
What? What did I say?
You can spot a guilty cough in a football crowd and not notice World War III in your living room.
- Ah, you've seen my living room. - Have a nice evening on your own, Fitz.
(Starts bleeping wildly)
I was beginning to think you'd ditched me.
The Headmaster is expecting us.
Excuse me, young man, this hs a school.
That's where I started.
Good morning. Kenneth Trant. How do you do?
I'll ask her form mistress to send some of her friends along to speak to you.
You won't be disturbed in there. Shart be a moment.
Put it out, Fitz!
So, really, you're her only friend?
It's all rhght, Sarah.
We just want to make sure that Joanne is safe and well. You won't get her into any trouble.
You're in the year below Joanne, right?
Yes.
Didrt she have any friends in her own year?
- Did Joanne have a boyfriend? - No.
Her parents thought she was too young for that.
Were you pals with Joanne outside the school? Did you go to raves and all that?
No?
Her parents wouldn't let her.
They were very strict.
They wouldn't even let her wear make-up.
- And she wanted to? - Oh, yeah. Yeah, she wanted to.
She wanted to be like all the other girls.
She said she couldn't wait to get away from home.
She said once she wanted to run away to London.
Thank you, Sarah.
FITZ: You sahd her parents were strhct. How strhct?
I mean, did they ever hit her?
Sometimes.
Thanks. You've been very helpful.
- Don't tell Wise. - I have to tell him something.
- He'll have her down as a runner. - Well, she might be.
Show me a girl who runs away and I'll show you a girl who's tried to make friends and failed.
Joanne never even tried.
I'll show you a girl who's tried alcohol, tobacco, soft drugs. That's not Joanne.
I'll show you a girl who's had rows with her parents, who sagged off school.
That's certainly not Joanne.
She's not run away.
"And I heard another vohce from heaven sayhng.
Come out of her, my people,
that ye be not partakers of her sins and that you receive not of her plagues.
For her sins have reached unto heaven and God hath remembered her iniquities.
Reward her even as she rewarded you, and double unto her double according to her works.
In the cup which she hath filled, fill to her double.
How much she hath glorified herself and lived deliciously,
so much torment and sorrow give her.
For she saith in her heart: I sit a queen, and am no widow, and shall see no sorrow.
Therefore, shall her plagues come in one day, death and mourning and famine.
And she shall be utterly burned with fire.
For strong is the Lord God who judgeth her."
This isn't a runaway.
Cheesed off at home, sticks out her thumb, down to the smoke and never looking back.
In her school uniform? It's what she was wearing.
Sudden impulse? She runs off with a fella? She's up the jack and she runs off with a fella?
Joanne has never tried tobacco, alcohol, drugs.
She's never sagged school. That is not your typical runaway.
Fitz-speak.
Is it?
Yes.
OK, carry on. But I want proof. I want proof a crime's been committed.
Right.
Hiya! How are you?
How are you?
Are you getting taller or am I getting shorter?
Yeah, polhce. 257 here.
- Your mum's not here yet. I thought we... - Mum gave me this.
Oh, I see.
Can I have an ice cream?
God, I'm so stupid. I've come away without my wallet.
Mum left some money hn whth her letter.
Oh, I didn't know your mother was psychic.
I've forgotten my bag. Can I have a 99?
(Grunts)
That's him! Bloody pervert! Menacing our kids. You bloody child molester!
No, no, no, you've got it all wrong.
That is my daughter. I was picking up my daughter from school.
They can't all be your daughters!
Excuse me. Just mind your own business, will you!
Mind your own... Piss off!
Did you see that? Go on. Arrest him!
6'1 ", 19 stone, Caucasian.
Severe yellowing to the fingers of the right hand.
Exhibits tremulousness when deprived of alcohol.
Permanently wrinkled suit. Old appendix scar. Large mole to the left buttock.
Thank you, love, we've got it.
Yes, that's him, that's my husband.
And this is my wife, and this, as I have already explained, is my daughter!
I should like the names and divisional numbers of the arresting officers...
Because when I finish with them, they will be sorry they left traffic patrol!
Come on, Katie, we're going home.
KENNETH: Say ht, Joanne. Say ht.
I've...
I...
VIRGINIA: Say ht!
Confess. Save your soul.
I...
have...
I... have...
She can't.
She can't say it!
It's her sin that's stopping her.
I have committed...
I have sinned...
I have corrupted...
I love you!
Forgive me!
Please...
...forghve me!
It is God's forgiveness you must ask, Joanne. Not mine. Not ours.
I must atone...
You must be punished.
I must be punished.
MRS BARNES: Come home, Joanne. Come home to your mum and dad.
Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, whoever you're with...
...we can accept it.
All that matters is that you're well.
Any other problems we can sort out, you, me and your dad.
Is there anything you'd like to add, Mr Barnes?
My wife has said everything.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
KENNETH: Lift up your voice with strength.
Lift it up.
Be not afraid.
Say unto the chthes of Judah.
Behold your God.
JOANNE: Behold my God.
Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O, Lord.
Lord, hear my vohce.
Let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication.
Lord, have mercy on this poor sinner.
ALL: Lord, have mercy.
She that hath committed iniquity.
ALL: Forgive her, O Lord.
- And grant redemption. - (Joanne chokes)
She that hath sinned against thee.
ALL: Forgive her, O Lord, and grant redemption.
She that hath done wickedly.
Forgive her, O Lord, and grant redemption.
That she may enjoy the blessings of eternal life.
ALL: Eternal life.
MICHAEL: Open the doors, Dean.
Come on, get the box.
Come on, Dean, get the...
That's it.
I... er...
I have to go now, then, Dean.
No questions.
No questions asked.
JOANNE: Dean...
- Please... - I...
(Car horns)
(Siren)