[ominous music playing]
-Why do you care about this? -She's a good friend of mine.
She's missing. I think she could be in danger.
It would help if you didn't lie.
-Thank you. -I'm not lying.
The previous text, the one you sent her. Dillon…
[imitates Beth] "Coffee when I'm back. Beth. Kiss."
You're not friends.
-Serial acquaintances at best. -Because I canceled a coffee?
Because you signed the text.
Good friends know that their number is in the address book.
-The truth, please, come on. -[Beth] I know her.
I respect and admire her.
Over the last six months, we've met several times for coffee.
I've got to know her well enough
that I'm sure that picture was a cry for help.
I think it's significant I was the person she sent it to.
Or the last person who happened to text her. What did the police say?
I haven't spoken to them.
You thought your story would sound flimsy?
Well, yes, I suppose.
So instead of going to the police,
here you are consulting a convicted murderer on death row,
who only hours earlier you attempted to interview
for the reading pleasure of the recreationally outraged.
-I'm glad you're not my friend. -We're both glad about that.
[laughs]
Well, it's all getting a bit rude in here.
From a man who made a magazine rack out of a librarian's rib cage.
No, I didn't. I didn't.
-Janice Fife-- -It was a nurse.
Janice Fife is a good person who might be in trouble,
so I thought you might be interested.
Moral worth?
That's what you want in your cases. Atonement?
You know, sorry to have bothered you.
No, wait. Please. Please. It was a librarian.
-Dillon… -But it was a drying rack.
Quiet.
Copy that.
You thought your friend's possible disappearance
was an opportunity to watch me in action and write about it.
-That's right, isn't it? -Which, in all fairness, was quite clever.
-No, that's not why I'm here. -Okay. All right. Okay.
Let me make you an offer.
I'm a man of my word, as Dillon will confirm.
He is a man of his word.
I'll allow you to observe my next case.
-For example, his wife. -[Grief] Dillon.
Till death do us part.
Would you mind?
Sh.
I'll allow you to observe my next case and even write about it,
but on one condition.
Being?
I will not take the case of your missing friend, Janice,
and I never want to hear you speak of her again.
-Why? -Do you agree?
-Do you have another case? -There's a case coming in today.
-Today? -Today, yes. My promise.
You can sit in on my next case.
You can write every word you want to write about it.
You can even call me "the death row detective."
I won't stop you.
But only, only,
on the absolute binding condition
that there is no more talk of your missing friend.
Not one word.
[softly chuckles]
Is this a test to see if I'll sell my friend down the river?
Will you?
Christ, you're an evil piece of shit, aren't you?
I'm under sentence of death for strangling my wife.
Of course I'm an evil piece of shit.
The question is, Beth,
are you?
[sighs]
[tense music playing]
Hmm.
With these hands…
[tense music continues]
Okay.
Okay what?
I'll sit in on your case.
I won't mention Janice again.
Your friend, Janice.
-[Beth] Yeah. -Yeah.
Your best friend, Janice.
Yes.
Poor Janice.
[chuckles]
[tuts] Okay.
I'll speak to the warden. You'll need to be back in one hour.
["God's Gonna Cut You Down" playing]
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ Run home for a long time ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ You can run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Good God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪
[tense music playing]
[tense music fades]
-You're allowed to keep the lights on. -Oh, that's nice.
Nice to be allowed.
[switch clicks]
[doors creaks shut]
I turned them off so my eyes could adjust to the dark.
I thought it might be an advantage in the circumstances.
Uh, look, sorry, but there's a pipe just beside you there.
-So? -Could you just sort of, you know…
-What? -Attach yourself. Sorry.
Why?
I only want to talk to you. Just… chat.
Do you always bring handcuffs to a chat, Vicar?
-[chuckles] -[Janice] It's not funny.
Not when I'm sitting down here in my own piss. It's not funny, Harry.
Sorry about this. Ben will be back soon.
We just want to make sure that y-you don't, you know…
Make a nuisance of myself.
I really am sorry.
-Where'd you get the handcuffs? -We're gonna sort this out.
We are reasonable people who just got themselves,
through no fault of our own,
into a completely unreasonable situation.
Are they yours?
We need to take a step back from this whole stupid business.
Oh no, are they a toy? I hope you haven't used them.
They're just, uh, nothing. Just a present.
A sort of joke present when we got married.
Of course.
But nothing dirty, oh no.
Just like the child pornography on your son's flash drive
is nothing to do with him.
You'd better have cleaned these.
Sorry, can you just…
It wasn't Ben's.
What you saw. It truly wasn't.
Here we go again.
If I say I believe you, will you believe me? Can I go then?
[scoffs] No, of course not.
I brought you some bedclothes.
Why?
[Harry] I just…
No reason this has to be uncivilized.
[Janice] Can you get me some plastic bags?
What for?
And some loo paper.
Can you do that? Some plastic bags and some loo paper, please, Vicar.
Yeah. Yes, of course.
-[Janice] You put your collar back on. -Yes.
Why? You're home from work now.
Is the collar for me?
It's always strangely disgusting, isn't it?
When someone's so keen to be trusted.
The collar isn't for you. It's for me.
It's a reminder that I have standards to live up to.
Seeing as you have such standards, Vicar,
can I just remind you of one tiny little thing?
You have no right to keep me here!
It's only till I can prove to you that I'm telling the truth.
Oh, okay.
Nine o'clock tomorrow evening.
Skype call with my sister.
I never miss it without a very good reason.
And like I said, that's when they'll start looking for me.
By nine o'clock tomorrow, you will be home.
This'll be over.
[Janice] Leave the lights on, please.
[ominous music playing]
[door creaks open]
[door closes]
[lock clicks shut]
[Harry] Hey.
Okay?
I've been thinking, just theoretically,
about how you actually kill someone.
Jesus.
[Mary] No, listen.
Viewing this as a practical problem,
how do you physically, on purpose, actually make someone die?
-Have you ever thought about that? -No. And I'm not thinking about it now.
In the movies, it's all about the alibi and getting rid of the body.
And those things need doing--
Mary.
But how do you kill a person in the first place? I mean, in cold blood?
What works? What do you use?
How do you know when you're finished? What if they don't cooperate?
I am not… drunk.
-You are being emotional. -Don't you dare talk to me like that.
[glass clinks and liquid pours]
If she leaves this house, she will go straight to the police.
We don't know that.
-[Mary] She has no choice. -She does.
There's a pedophile being protected by his father, the local vicar.
You think she's gonna forget about that?
You assaulted her. Do you think she's just gonna let bygones be bygones?
Would you bet your son's whole future on it?
If she leaves this house,
she has no choice but to go to the police,
so we have no choice but to stop her leaving.
How are we gonna do that? That is the only question.
Look, the porn wasn't Ben's,
so any investigation, if there ever is one, would prove that.
[Mary] After everyone knows.
After we keep our son home from school
because they're kicking the shit out of him,
and we've got a policeman on the door
who doesn't even want to be there after the headlines.
-What headlines? -[Mary] "What headlines?"
The pedo teenager with his dad, the violent vicar,
who threw a woman down the stairs to protect the evil family secret.
[Mary groans]
The tabloids would have their biggest collective orgasm
since Meghan met Oprah.
And all of it, all of that,
becomes inevitable the moment she leaves this house.
So what are we gonna do? [gasps]
-[Mary cries] -Come on.
We're not out of options yet.
-Let's stay calm and consider them. -What options?
For a start, I'm gonna talk to Edgar.
-[Mary] That won't work. -It might. I think it will.
-Let me try. -[Mary] Do you know what I've been doing?
-Drinking. -I've been googling.
Googling what?
[Mary] Let me tell you something ridiculous.
We're supposed to be this murderous, war-like species, yeah?
Well, explain this. Why isn't there a single web page out there
explaining how you kill a person?
The Internet,
it's just all sex.
It's every kind of sex.
Not one handy hint on how you kill a human being,
but there's a suggested kitchen implement for every size of anus.
According to the Internet, we're crazy about each other.
It's non-stop action.
No wonder this planet keeps spinning.
I looked up execution methods.
I got bondage dungeons.
-Funny? -Funny.
[Mary] It's funny, you think?
[Harry inhales deeply]
I'm gonna find Edgar.
I won't be long.
Stay calm.
Stay out of the cellar.
[jazzy music playing]
[applause]
[woman] Congratulations.
Some people say real estate is boring.
Me, for instance. I say that all the time.
-[crowd laughing] -[man] But tonight, you know what I think?
I think it's still boring, but now I got an award. [laughs]
If I'd known I was gonna win an award like this tonight,
I'd have brought my car. It's heavy. [laughs]
Now, listen, seriously, there are a lot of people I've gotta thank.
You know who you are.
Do me a favor, call out your names,
because I forgot you all the minute I got this award.
This guy!
-Don. -[man] Look at you guys.
I'm the only one wearing a tux. You've got no respect. [laughs]
-[orchestral music plays on video] -[man] Ah, thank you, ladies.
I'll be around to see you later.
Save a high note for me. [laughs]
Those things he says, he doesn't mean it. He was always like that.
-He's funny. -He was always funny.
[man] I say screw 'em. They're little.
Thank you! Everyone, thank you.
[crowd applauds and cheers]
Okay.
[Keith] Thank you, ma'am.
[door slides closed]
That was the last time anyone saw him?
Walked off the stage, never seen again. Just vanished.
When was this?
-Five years ago. -No, I'm sorry. Time of day.
When in the day?
According to the timer on the video, it says just before 8:00 p.m.
Is that accurate?
I think so. I wasn't there. He said I didn't have to go.
Was there a party afterwards or a dinner?
I'd been before. He was always winning things.
Yeah, no, yes, of course. No, I understand completely.
-But was it a party afterwards, or-- -I should have been there.
But you weren't there.
And now you're here.
Tell me.
There was gonna be a drinks thing on the balcony, over the river.
-Where he never appeared. -No.
Mr. Grieff, we're told you have special powers.
[Grief] No.
I have a doctorate in criminology and a murder conviction.
[chuckles nervously]
But you see things other people can't see.
Mainly the interior walls of this prison.
Did you persuade your mother to come here?
-No one else is interested anymore. -Yeah.
I heard about you, Mr. Grieff. I thought maybe you could help us.
We just wanna know where he is.
Where did he go?
Well, where he went is fairly obvious from the video, I think.
Or will be once we get a hold of some train schedules.
But where he is now,
that's a little more complicated.
How is where he went obvious?
-Observation. -Of what?
No idea, but it's usually observation.
But nobody knows where he went. Nobody saw him.
Yeah, no. Nobody at all. That's the point.
It tells us everything.
How?
-You love him, don't you? -Well, yes.
[Grief] You still laugh at his jokes.
You check to see if everyone else is laughing too.
-You love your husband. -Of course I do.
And he loved you.
-I always thought so. -[Grief] Oh, I'm sure of it.
It's not fashionable to say so, but husbands usually love their wives,
and wives usually love their husbands.
Love is very common, but never commonplace.
If you know where he went,
if somehow you know that,
please tell me.
I have a theory,
but I'm not ready to share it just yet.
-Beth, will you take Hannah's hands? -Why?
Because I can't,
and we're about to have a difficult conversation.
[melancholy music playing]
Hannah, have you given any thought
to the possibility that I might actually find your husband?
Because after five years,
he's almost certainly dead.
-Well, at least we would know. -[Grief] Yeah.
Knowing would be something, be-- Be better than what we have at the moment.
And what you have at the moment is…
hope?
Yeah.
Hope's awful.
Yeah.
I suppose it is.
As far as I remember.
[melancholy music continues]
[music fades]
[Hannah] Thank you.
[Beth] So what was that?
You showing off, or do you actually have a theory?
-Could be both. -It's usually both.
Okay, so tell me your theory.
No, you saw what I saw. Tell me yours.
I saw a man get an award and give a bad speech.
And then?
He disappeared into the night.
No, he didn't. That's exactly what didn't happen.
Look at the video properly this time.
It's all there.
Just before 8:00 p.m. on 25th July is not night.
That's a half hour before sunset.
He walked off into broad daylight.
So what?
So everything.
-You have a car, I presume? -Mm-hmm.
Would you mind doing some research for me?
[doorbell rings]
-[door opens] -Ah.
Oh, Vicar.
-To what do I owe the pleasure? -I was looking for Edgar. Is he around?
No. No, he's, uh… He's out with his friends.
[Harry] Good. So he should be.
Know where he went? I need to speak to him.
-He's got his phone. -In person.
Has he done something wrong?
If he's done something wrong, I'm happy to get involved.
Do you know where he went?
[ominous music playing]
[car alarm chirps on]
[bar patrons laughing, cheering]
Here, lads, what do you call a woman with one leg shorter than the other?
Eileen!
[men laughing]
[man] He don't get it.
-Uh, s-sorry, I've just got to-- -Yeah, it's fine, yeah.
[man laughs]
[ominous music continues]
Hi. I-Is there a problem?
-Is it the church? Is it a church thing? -Are those your friends?
[Edgar] Yeah.
The guys. Just the guys.
[Harry] Good. Good to see you hanging out with people.
They come here a lot. I join in.
I'm getting good at that, joining in. I don't take no for an answer. [laughs]
That's great, Ed. Good for you.
-You said I had to meet people my own age. -[Harry] Yeah.
Your own age.
Do you want it back?
The flash drive, Ed.
Do you?
The one you were hiding from your mother.
You gave it to me at the church, remember?
Your porn. You were hiding your porn.
[man] Four! [laughs]
I won't tell your friends about it.
Or your mother.
I just wanna know if you want it back.
I…
[Harry] What?
What is it?
What?
Did you…
Did I what?
Oh, come on, it's me.
You're safe with me. You know that, don't you?
Look, here.
Come on. You don't want your friends to see you like that, do you?
[Edgar sniffles]
All I'm asking is, do you want this back?
Your flash drive, do you want it back?
That's not mine.
No, it is.
You gave it to me earlier at the church.
It's fine, you're embarrassed. Your mom was looking for you.
You gave it to me. I'm just returning your property to you.
It's not mine. I've never seen that before.
-Edgar, why are you lying to me? -I'm not lying to you.
I'm not. I…
Why are you saying that's mine? That's not mine.
-You gave this to me. -No, I didn't.
-I didn't. -Edgar, you're lying.
You are. You're lying.
-Just listen to me. -I'm going home!
[somber music playing]
[music stops]
[car alarm chirps off]
[ominous music playing]
[Edgar] What do you want?
To help you.
[ominous music continues]
-Wh-Where are we going? -Church.
-Why? -Because I'm a fucking vicar.
[ominous music continues]
-[engine accelerates] -[tires squeal]
[Beth] How many calls are you allowed?
[Grief] I have a particular arrangement.
-Cozy. -[Grief] Not especially.
Did you look at the footage again?
A man in a tux gave a speech and walked off the stage.
What about the audience?
I get it. He was the only one wearing a tux. So what?
How far are you from Allenville?
Four miles.
Coming up on your right, there's a sign, Barney B's.
Yeah, okay.
Go see Barney. He's got something for ya.
-What? -[Grief] Call me from Allenville.
[sighs]
[country music playing]
Keith.
[country music continues]
[power tools whirring]
Excuse me, I'm looking for Barney.
-[man] He's at the back. -Thank you.
[country music continues]
Uh, Barney?
Barney?
Beth Davenport?
One second.
-What do I do with this? -You deliver it.
Where?
Wherever Mr. Grieff says.
[Beth] Thank you for this.
Oh, hey.
Could you get a message to Mr. Grieff if you're talking to him?
What message?
Can you tell him the subject's meant to make a Skype call
at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow.
That's 4:00 p.m. our time.
-Okay. -Okay.
But is that another case for Mr. Grieff?
Yeah. Yeah, it's a case.
[country music playing]
[country music fades]
[door opens and closes]
I thought it was time we talked.
Probably, yes.
[Mary sighs]
[tense music playing]
Should I have brought you a glass?
I'd rather drink from the same glass as you.
You think I'm gonna drug you?
It'd be the clever thing to do in your situation.
Better than a golf club anyway.
Yeah.
[loudly swallows, gently sighs]
[Janice sighs]
Keep it.
[shuddering gasp]
So… what happens now, do you think?
I think, in the end, and with regret I'm sure,
I think you're gonna kill me.
Sounds dramatic, I know, but people do do that.
People kill people. It happens.
And I can't think of any other way out of this. Can you?
Thought how you're gonna get away with it?
-Away with what? -My murder.
Oh, you must have been thinking about it, surely.
No.
The killing itself is easy.
Is it?
You will have googled it, I'm sure.
It wouldn't be pleasant, of course, but not difficult,
I wouldn't have thought.
You just have to be strong.
I think you're very strong, Mary.
Especially when it comes to Ben. I've always liked that about you.
I love my son.
-If I doubted that I'd be less scared. -Look, this situation… nobody wants this.
-I can help you. -Sorry?
I can help you.
What do you mean, help me? Help me with what?
I've been sitting down here thinking. I don't have a lot to bargain with, do I?
Except this.
I'm the only person in the entire world who can help you get away with my murder.
I'm sorry but, I… I…
I… I don't…
What?
I have a Skype call tomorrow at 9:00 p.m. with my sister.
I never miss it without warning her in advance.
The moment I don't call, it starts.
First, my sister wonders where I am. She asks my friends. They don't know.
And then I won't get back home that night.
Then the search will begin in earnest.
The police will get access to my flat. My neighbors have the keys.
They'll find a diary on my desk.
They will discover that my last appointment was here,
in this house with your son.
When they get here, what are they gonna find?
If they find me locked up in your cellar, I can tell them everything that happened.
Your husband will be arrested. Your son will be exposed as a pedophile.
That is never going to happen.
All of this becomes inevitable from 9:00 p.m. tomorrow.
Unstoppable, like maths.
[suspenseful music playing]
Unless…
Unless what?
Unless I email my sister and cancel the Skype call.
-Why? -[Janice] I'd have to send the email.
It would have to come from my account. I suppose you could write it.
You'd have to be careful with the wording.
People are gonna be very suspicious when I go missing.
-I could help you with that. -Why would you help us?
Now, here's the clever part.
In the email, it could mention that I'm going on a walking trip.
I go on those quite often. About a week, usually.
No contact with anyone.
I really don't understand.
My phone's broken. That's true, thanks to your husband.
So there'd be no way to track me or contact me.
-Why would you help us? -Never mind that.
The point is, I can make this easier for you.
You keep Ben safe and get away with murder.
But only…
Only if I help you.
I have a WebMail account.
You know the address, so you just need my email password.
So…
make me an offer.
An offer?
Well, I have something that you want. What do you have that I want?
Nothing.
Everything.
My life,
my freedom,
my friends, my family.
Everything that I will never see again because of you.
But you can't offer me that, can you?
So, Mary, what else have you got?
Make me an offer.
You just think about it. I'm tired. I'd like to sleep now.
-This doesn't make any sense. -Thank you for the drink.
I don't… I don't understand what you expect me to do.
Well, that's not my problem, is it?
That's your problem, not mine.
Oh, I'm really very tired now.
It'd be kind if you could leave the whiskey.
[intriguing music playing]
By the way, mention a word of this to your husband, no password.
This is between you and me.
-Tell the vicar, and I won't help you. -Why?
Because I hate him.
I've never liked him, though I'm sure he thought I did. But now…
[gasps] Now I really hate him.
So keep that in mind.
Keep in mind how much I hate your husband
when you're wondering what you can do for me.
Good night, Mary.
Leave the light on, please.
Have a good think.
[Mary] Good night.
[intriguing music crescendos]
[gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[lock clicks shut]
-Why'd you lock the cellar? -Hi, Ben.
I thought…
-How was the festival? -Yeah, a bit shit.
I just, um…
Just locked it. Don't know why.
-Janice is still here then? -No. No, of course not.
Why would she still be here?
That's her handbag, I think.
Sh-She must have… She must have left it.
I'll phone her and tell her. I'll tell her that it's here.
-Don't worry about it. -I will.
-I-I'll phone her, and I'll tell her. -[Ben] I'll do it.
No, I will!
[Ben] Need to talk to her anyway.
Hey, Janice. Give me a call when you get this.
You left your handbag here, and… Anyway, I still don't have those modules.
Sorry about earlier. Mom and Dad being weird.
[somber orchestral music playing]
[phone clatters on table]
[somber music fades]
Why are you dressed like that?
I'm at work.
No, you're not.
[Harry] Take a pew.
[Edgar chuckles]
Ed, take a pew.
[tense music playing]
I know what's on this.
I don't.
[Harry] Yes, you do.
-Never seen it before. -You're lying.
No, I'm not.
Do you think if I take this to the police…
Do you think they won't be able to tell who it belongs to?
They can do these things, Ed. It isn't difficult.
Okay.
Take it then. Take it.
-I don't want to. -Take it. I don't care.
I care, Ed.
I care
because
this is a house of God, and you're lying to me.
-Do you want to pray? -[Edgar] No.
[Harry] I think you should pray.
[Edgar sniffling]
[Edgar whimpering]
God was with you in your darkest hour,
and now you've lied in his house.
You need to pray. You know you do.
-Look at me. -[Edgar sniffles]
[Harry] Look at me. If you can't confess your sins to me, that's okay.
I don't matter.
But, Ed,
you have to confess them to God.
That's the deal.
Yeah. Okay.
If you've done wrong,
that's okay.
We all do wrong.
[solemn music playing]
But you have to lay yourself open before God.
[solemn music continues]
[Edgar breathes shakily]
[solemn music continues]
[Harry] There's no forgiveness
without confessing your sins first.
[solemn music continues]
Out loud, Ed.
-There's no one here. -Y-You're here.
As God's representative, you know that.
And your friend.
[solemn music continues]
[Edgar] Our Father
who art in Heaven…
f-forgive me my sins.
-Is that right? -Good. That's very good.
Very good. Keep going.
I-I-I've been
looking at things.
Things I shouldn't look at.
[solemn music continues]
[Edgar sniffling]
Go on.
I know I shouldn't. I know it's wrong.
The vicar always tells me what's wrong and right,
and I know it's wrong.
[Edgar sobbing]
-What's wrong? -[Edgar cries]
Ed?
[Edgar sobs]
What's wrong with the pictures on the flash drive?
[Edgar crying]
[Harry] Edgar.
Will my mom know?
Know what?
Will she?
This is between you and God.
I can't. I-I-I don't--
You need to say it. There's no forgiveness unless you say it.
You're never forgiven. You are never forgiven. I know, I know.
You have to say it, Ed.
Nobody forgives you.
God forgives. Just say it. It'll be fine.
-It won't be fine! -It'll be fine if you say it.
[solemn music continues]
I-I can't. [sobbing]
I can't.
Of course you can. It'll be fine!
[Edgar sobs] I want to die. I want to die!
[sobs] Why can't I just die?
Why'd they have to stop me?
Why is it anyone's business? [sobs]
[solemn music grows louder]
[solemn music fades]
-Come here. -[Edgar] What are we doing?
Whatever stuff you've got on here, I don't need to see it.
-I want you to put it on my computer. -Why?
Make it look like it's been hidden away, somewhere obscure.
Make it look like it's mine, and I'm hiding it.
-You understand? -No.
You're off the hook. It'll be my fault.
It'll be me.
But why?
Oh, I don't know. Christ knows.
Because. Just do it.
[solemn music playing]
[ominous music plays]
[solemn music playing]
[solemn music swells, ends]
Am I catching a train?
[Grief] Go to any window on the right.
You should be able to see a conference center.
-The back of it. -[Beth] Where Connor disappeared from.
Yeah. And right behind it, the only place he could have gone.
Allenville Station.
-Well, that's not true. -[Grief] Isn't it?
Have you got the footage?
I've watched it over and over. What am I missing?
Watch it again. Specifically the moment when the camera pans to the audience.
He was the only one wearing a tux.
How could a man wearing a tux,
carrying an award, walk through the streets of a city
completely unnoticed?
Nobody saw him.
I say that's almost impossible.
Unless he walked across the car park and came here.
[Grief] Exactly.
Rubbish. He'd have been noticed here too.
He'd have stuck out as much here as in the street.
[Grief] Turn the sound up.
Now, go to when the doors open.
[Connor] …you guys.
-I'm the only one wearing a tux… -[Grief] Hear it?
-[classical music plays on laptop] -[Grief] "Beethoven's Ninth."
[Connor] Ah, thank you, ladies…
-Yeah, there's a concert hall in there. -[Grief] I checked.
What you just heard is four minutes before the end of the symphony.
[Beth] So…
It was nearly over, is what I'm saying.
I-I get what you're saying. Why are you saying it?
-What am I even doing here? -Testing a theory.
-What theory? -[Grief] Watch.
I've watched it over and over.
Not the video, the station.
["Beethoven's Ninth" playing]
[Grief] I've timed your arrival with some care.
There's been a matinée today.
A concert has just finished at the Allenville Center.
The station should be filling up right about now. Am I right?
Okay, so that's even more people who could have seen him.
Exactly. Even in a crowd,
how could Connor Doyle have gone completely unnoticed?
A man in a tux,
carrying an award.
Okay, how?
-[Grief] You're forgetting something. -Forgetting what?
The orchestra.
["Beethoven's Ninth" continues playing]
[Grief] The orchestra has to get home too.
You notice one man in a tux,
unless he is among lots of men in tuxes.
That's the way we see the world. We see the exception, not the rule.
So 15 minutes after the speech we saw
came the only moment when a man in a tux
could have waited in that station completely unnoticed.
All we need to know is what trains were leaving
within the next five to ten minutes of his arrival.
-Okay, so I'll check. -[Grief] I already checked.
Of course you have. What did you find?
-[Grief] What I was looking for. -Which was?
A coincidence.
[Harry] Okay.
We're here. Off you go.
We're here. Go.
I don't understand why you're doing this.
Uh…
Because I can't think of anything else.
[somber music playing]
I really can't. Nothing else. I just…
I just want to do the right thing. Why is that so fucking difficult?
[Harry breathes heavily]
Fuck off. Go on, get inside.
Listen to me.
You never go anywhere near that stuff again.
None of that… ever again.
You're ever tempted, you remember what I did for you,
what I did to myself for you, then you stop.
You just stop.
[somber music continues]
I don't know why you're helping me.
Because I'm a fucking vicar.
[somber music continues]
[somber music fades]
Who's going to murder you?
[Beth] Sorry, what?
Murder is one possible way your life might end.
But who'd be the one to do it?
A stranger might kill you.
But unless you lead a violent lifestyle yourself,
that's highly unlikely.
Are you there yet?
-Yes. -[Grief] Go say hello.
Take the envelope.
The overwhelming likelihood is that your murderer
is in your address book
because people tend to be murdered by people they love.
Now, it could just be a coincidence, but the first train
that Connor could have caught when he got to the station
was his train home.
Oh.
Hello again.
[ominous music playing]
You okay?
No.
Within reason?
There's nothing reasonable about this.
No, there really isn't.
I could cancel the Skype call.
Give you more time before anyone notices I'm missing.
I've got no more tuition all week.
It'll be a while before people look for me.
Why would you do that?
[Janice] I don't want you making decisions in a hurry.
Doing anything rash.
No one's gonna do anything rash.
You could just email my sister from my account.
I could help you with the wording if you like.
I'm on WebMail. I could just tell you the password.
I don't need it.
It's "password." The password is "password."
It's stupid, I know, but who cares about my emails?
Janice, I really don't need it.
Well?
-I'm tired. I just wanna go to bed. -No.
-Just tell me what happened with Edgar? -It's okay. All fixed.
Ben's gonna be fine.
What have you done?
-I just need a moment. -No.
Tell me what have you done.
You're gonna be angry.
Tell me.
[ominous music playing]
You gonna show me what's in that envelope? You're holding it like it's important.
[Grief] Give her the envelope.
[ominous music continues]
[ominous music fades]
[door closes]
Hello?
Excuse me.
What's happening?
[Beth] She looked at the photograph and left.
Really? That's interesting.
I thought she might just cry.
Where's she going?
[Grief] Panicked, probably. Running away.
People do.
Unless she's checking to see if we dug up the body too.
How did you get this?
Well, it seemed obvious that having murdered her husband
she'd probably bury the award along with him.
[Beth] But how did you find it?
[Grief] I didn't have to. They give the same award every year.
Easy enough to find an image of it and photoshop some dirt on it.
He's good, that Barney.
But she came to you for help.
[Grief] Yeah, at the suggestion of her daughter.
-She still came. -[Grief] Of course she did.
She even appealed on television for her husband to come home.
Liars are always the loudest.
-But you said she loved him. -[Grief] I'm sure she did.
Murder is rarely an expression of indifference.
Is that what you tell yourself?
I don't know what I tell myself. But I can tell you this.
If you truly love someone, never, ever come home early.
Am I supposed to be intrigued?
[Grief] No, you're supposed to get on a plane.
What? S-Sorry, what… Wh-What plane?
You're going back to England. I need someone on the ground.
The message you gave me from Barney was about Janice.
She's going to have a Skype call at 9:00 p.m. tomorrow,
and I'm very interested to know what happens.
-But you said-- -[Grief] I need you to get on a plane.
You said you weren't taking the case.
I just wanted to see if you were willing to abandon your friend
to advance your career.
-Why? -[Grief] Why?
Because you seem to have a very high opinion of your own ethics.
I thought it was time you learned a lesson.
-Thanks. -[Grief] You're welcome.
Self-loathing is clarity, and clarity is useful.
Am I getting morality lessons from a murderer?
[Jefferson chuckles]
Everyone's a murderer, Beth. All it takes is a good reason and a bad day.
-[Beth mutters] -[Grief] Have a safe flight.
[Beth groans]
Shit.
I don't understand. I am never going to understand.
You understand perfectly.
If Janice accuses Ben, I'll take the blame.
-I can back it up now. I can prove it. -And Edgar? Bloody Edgar?
[somber music playing]
Edgar wouldn't survive this. I will.
You have fucked this family.
I have saved this family.
Ben won't be destroyed. You won't kill a woman in our cellar.
You stupid arse.
-[Harry] I'm trying to do the right thing. -Edgar.
[Harry] That's all. The right thing.
Ben's safe, you're safe, Janice is safe.
-Edgar. -[Mary] Edgar's safe.
[Harry] Yes, Ed's safe.
[somber music continues]
What's wrong with that?
What is wrong with keeping people safe?
I'm a vicar. I'm supposed to do that.
You want people to think you're a pedophile?
[Harry sighs]
No, of course I bloody don't. But what else can I do?
[somber music continues]
[Mary] We can delay it.
Delay what?
We need time to think about this.
She's got a Skype call tomorrow at nine,
and that's when people will start wondering where she is.
There's a chance that I could get her to cancel it.
There's no point.
But I'd have to persuade her.
We can cancel it if we want, but there's no point, is there?
-Sorry, what? -This is the only way out.
"We" can cancel it?
[Harry] She gave me the password to her email account.
-[Mary] She gave you the password? -Doesn't matter. Forget about that.
-What did you give her? -Nothing.
Nothing? But I… I don't…
-That-- -Mary…
Mary, it's okay.
[somber music continues]
[Harry] Eventually, it'll be fine.
You'll see, I promise.
I know how it seems now…
but we have to do this for Ben.
[somber music continues]
People are gonna think you're a pedophile.
Yeah, I know.
[Mary] They're actually gonna believe that.
[Harry] But so long as they believe it,
Ben is safe.
["God's Gonna Cut You Down" playing]
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ Run home for a long time ♪
♪ You may run home for a long time ♪
♪ I tell you God Almighty's gonna cut you down ♪
♪ Great God Almighty's Gonna cut you down ♪