Forgive Me Father (2024) Movie Script
1
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
BAILEY: We're getting there
as fast as we can, okay?
BAILEY: How long
till we get there?
RYLE: Six or seven minutes.
BAILEY: Okay, we'll be there
in five, okay? Drive.
(sirens blaring)
KILLER: Listen to me, you think
I'm a fucking rapist,
you dumb cunts!
You're too slow, yeah?
You're too fucking slow!
(sirens blaring)
(dramatic music)
KILLER: They will not be missed.
They will not speak,
because it's too late.
You lazy, corrupt
pieces of shit.
(sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(car engine humming)
Open the gate, please.
Open the gate.
He's in the basement, east side.
Cheers. Everyone's in place?
Everyone's right where
they're supposed to be.
Thanks, good job.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps)
(engine humming)
(sirens blaring)
(radio chatter)
Armed police! Do not move!
(police radio chatter)
(footsteps approaching)
(sinister music)
Savage...
Simon Farmer.
Suicide?
Oh...
Man, he was just left to...
just sit here and bleed out.
(mobile phone rings)
This doesn't make sense.
How long's he been here?
I don't know.
Hello?
Okay, I'm on my way.
-I've gotta go.
-What? Where you going?
You've got this.
Yeah, right.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(radio chatter)
(tyres on gravel)
(helicopter blades whirring)
I got here as soon as I could.
You're gonna need this.
Ah, another one?
We're looking at multiple now.
Apparently they weren't
killed here either,
so there's another
crime scene out there.
God help who finds it.
Ryle's there now, actually.
The farmhouse
on Brinstone Street.
Another male body there.
Related?
Ah, I'm not sure yet.
Okay, check this out.
(digital camera clicking)
Ooh.
-Yeah, there's quite a lot.
-Mmm.
The woman was having
some renovations done,
but the builders haven't
been in for about a month.
Watch your feet.
Thanks...ugh...
It's a fucking jigsaw puzzle.
Heads and hands, severed...
PENVILLE: What the hell?
Why cut the body into pieces
and then leave it here?
-Most people would just...
-Most people?
Well, you know what I mean.
If you're going to cut
the body up, it's to...
Yeah, to dispose of it,
I get it.
I mean, perhaps
they were disturbed.
Detective...
There's another body upstairs.
(eerie music)
(footsteps receding)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(police radio comms)
Jesus Christ!
(camera shutter clicks)
Do you have any names?
It's Joanna Farmer.
Mm.
Our other victim was a Farmer.
Husband or son, maybe?
She's aged 84, widow.
Four children,
so could be her son.
Not sure about the other two
yet, whether they're related.
Brian says she's been here
a couple of weeks at least.
The cold weather
slowed down the process.
Poor old sod, he reckons
she was just left here.
-Who-who found them?
-Well, this is the thing.
Parks is running some DNA
from some blood he found
on a broken window
in the kitchen.
But no-one called it in.
It has to be one of the workers,
I think.
This place is fucking humungous,
52 acres.
There's not a house around
for miles.
Someone heard a loud smash,
called the boys.
Reports of a blue or purple car
speeding away from the scene,
but no IDs.
Yeah, do me a favour,
call all the local hospitals
and just see if there were any
recent admissions.
-Mm-hm. Oh, one more thing...
-Yeah?
The vents and the doors,
they were all blocked by towels
to stop the smell escaping.
(torch clicks)
Hold on, look at this.
What killer's got the time
to have a cheeky cuppa?
(eerie music)
If they are related,
that's a whole family,
wiped out, just like that.
I lost my family.
My mum and my dad.
Must have been awful.
Yeah.
It still is.
We just found these
in the bedroom.
Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(dark music)
(police radio chatter, beeps)
FAWCETT: Removal of the eyes,
then decapitation.
Dismembering of the bodies,
nothing taken...
He killed the two brothers
and he brought the two heads
for him to see.
RYLE: What kind of guy
kills elderly people?
She's my gran's age,
for God's sake.
But did he know 'em?
FAWCETT: Showing the heads
to the eldest brother,
their leader, their protector,
suggests an obsession with
something seen.
(dramatic music)
FAWCETT: The farmhouse has been
abandoned for years.
He led you to that
first crime scene.
I'm sure you're aware that
there's been an incident
in the main house.
I just wondered
if you heard anything unusual
in the last couple of weeks?
We may have the lead on his car.
A blue Mazda.
REPORTER: Tonight we're asking,
how safe do you feel?
CALLER: I'm terrified.
We've had six months
of fake news and fake progress
from the police.
RYLE: She's my gran's age,
for God's sake.
(knocking)
Hello, it's the police.
Can you open up, please?
(suspenseful music)
RYLE: But did he know 'em?
BAILEY: What about the foreman?
RYLE: We've interviewed
him already.
BAILEY: There's always
something more.
RYLE: But...there's nothing.
It wasn't one of the builders.
BAILEY: Do it again.
Someone who had access.
Talk to the staff again.
RYLE: There's nothing.
BAILEY: Just interview
them again.
BAILEY: Interview them again.
And again!
I've just found a defaced photo
of Patricia Farmer.
(camera shutter clicking)
BAILEY: Patricia Farmer
knows more than she's saying.
PENVILLE: The old lady?
BAILEY: Mmm.
PENVILLE: You think the photo
is relevant?
(tyres on gravel)
BAILEY: Look Patricia,
this is really important.
Could you think of any reason
why someone would want
to hurt her?
No. Mum keeps herself
to herself.
I don't know...she's...
(sighs)
She was in the navy.
She survived a bloody world war!
How could this happen?
I don't get it.
She doesn't go out.
Oh...
I told her to sell
that bloody place
and downsize, but she wouldn't
have it.
(gasping)
When was the last time
you saw or spoke with her?
I haven't spoken to her
for a few weeks now.
PENVILLE: Why is she
the only survivor?
Could it be gang related?
-Unlikely.
-Revenge?
All the victims are related, so
clearly a gripe with the family.
So what exactly are we dealing
with, then?
Hate.
(ominous music)
We had a quarrel.
A quarrel?
A falling out, really.
May I ask why?
She's so bloody...
How could this happen?
I...I don't get it.
(sighs) I...
I'm really sorry.
A quarrel?
(chuckles) It was silly, really.
I forgot to put her numbers on.
And...
(sighs)
Can you tell me if you know
or you have any ideas
why they left you alive?
(ominous music)
What about your brothers?
When was the last time
you spoke to them?
Dave and Bill?
We haven't spoken for years.
We stopped talking
when Dad died.
And Oliver...
He's...
your stepson?
(sighs)
You don't have to say
anything, but it may harm
your defence if you do not
mention now
something you later rely on
in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Of course.
He's...
He''s what?
He's...
well, he got in
with the wrong crowd,
and tried to blackmail us
with awful lies.
So you know the deceased,
Mrs Farmer?
You know,
drugs, drink...
We all kind of distanced
ourselves from him.
You were witnessed running away
from the main house.
We found your blood
on the kitchen window.
No comment.
Listen, you can take a chance,
because it's the difference
between
smashing the window,
criminal damage.
Or murder.
PENVILLE: Do you believe him?
Which part?
Well, any of it.
Youse lot are taking the piss.
She's been trying to stitch me
up for years!
-She's fucking evil!
-We know he was there.
What you talking about?
I never went inside.
His blood is on the window.
(chair creaks)
What were you doing
there, Oliver?
And no motive...
Youse lot are taking
the fucking piss, man!
He thought that Farmer
was gonna be away
due to the house
being renovated.
He was gonna go
and do the place.
So this is the thing, right?
Criminal damage...or murder.
You can't fucking do that!
I never went inside!
BAILEY: Patricia Farmer told us
workers saw you
going in the yard.
Yeah, I think he's telling
the truth.
I didn't go in the yard.
What you talking about?
He got put off by the smell.
May I just ask you one more
question, if I may?
I found these
at your mother's house.
Oliver told us you could
explain these.
Do you recognise anyone?
(gasping)
(suspenseful music)
He thinks he's untouchable.
He knows his way
around the system.
He knows what he's doing.
Until you have something
more concrete, do nothing.
-Bullshit! Why can't we just...
-Excuse me?
Why can't we just pull him
in for questioning
at the very least?
If you spook him,
he may disappear.
We know who he is.
We know where to find him.
Fawcett's right.
PENVILLE: We can't do anything?
We need more.
Yeah. This wasn't a crazy,
frenzied attack.
This wasn't a robbery
or a random act.
This was well thought-out,
calculated.
He had clear and deliberate
motives,
and I'm scared
that he enjoyed it.
(paper rustling)
-Hey...
-Hey.
You'll turn into a file
if you don't go home.
(laughing)
Get some rest, girl.
I'm heading out soon,
just finishing off now.
Okay. I've emailed you
some more bits.
Any issues, you know
where to find me.
Okay, thank you.
You're welcome.
In fact, there's one thing.
Sure.
Do you think he could
kill again?
Or has he already killed
and perhaps
there's another body
waiting to be found?
-Yeah.
-He hasn't killed again
until we find another body.
-I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
-Yep.
Oh actually, no.
I'll see you on Wednesday.
Get some rest.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(footsteps)
(muttering)
(gentle music)
(sighs)
Mm...I know that sound.
Yeah.
-You know what it's called.
-Uh-huh.
Overworked and underpaid.
(giggling)
-Babe...
-Mm...
Do you know, I want to just...
(telephone rings)
Mmm...
(sighs)
Really?
(telephone rings)
I'm sorry.
(telephone rings)
-Don't answer it.
-No, no, no! No, don't!
-Babes, come on, please...
-You don't have to get it...
-No.
-Please could...thank you.
(telephone rings)
Okay.
-Ryle?
- Hi, ma'am.
Are you still awake?
Can you talk?
-Yeah.
-You remember the Farmer case?
-Yeah.
-You wanted to know any changes
as soon as they happened.
-Yeah.
Well, I'll be outside
with a coffee.
-Are you downstairs?
-Farmer's been abducted.
(ominous music)
Okay, I'll be down there in ten.
(phone beeps)
-I''m sorry.
-Okay.
(sheets rustling)
You know, you're lucky
you've got
such an understanding
girlfriend.
(sinister music)
(distant sirens)
(match struck)
(door creaks open)
Where the fuck are you?
They'll come after you.
-I know.
-And anyone who knows.
-I know!
-It's a fucking priest, man!
No, you listen!
GLEN: If we're gonna do this,
then we're going to do it
tonight, alright?
(sighs) Alright.
(dramatic music)
Oi!
Police, stop!
Oi!
(door creaks, slams)
(door bangs)
You alright?
-Well, you look like shit.
-Thanks!
That does wonders for a girl's
confidence, doesn't it?
I've got my face in my bag, I'll
have you know, you cheeky sod!
Someone snatched the old lady?
Yeah, they dragged her
to a church.
-Strong, one sugar, right?
-Yeah, thanks.
Seventeen hours, Ryle.
She lied to us for seventeen
hours of interviews.
Why do we do this again, Ryle?
(Ryle sighs)
It's what we signed up for.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps)
(sirens blaring)
POLICE RADIO:
Straight over, straight over...
(engines rumbling)
This is it.
All this for one guy, yeah?
Yeah. Well, it depends what
we're dealing with.
-Are you ready to roll?
-Yeah.
Okay, 4288 receiving, 4288?
Everyone's in position.
Can you call it, over?
Morning, detectives.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(bench creaking)
(footsteps pacing)
Do you really think
he's a grass?
Look, I'm not doing this now.
I told you already.
There's a lot of fucking cops
here, man!
-Yes, I know!
-And I'm on fucking parole.
I'll give you back the money.
Look...
It's too late. You should
have thought about that.
Alright, but I'm gone
at midnight.
(distant sirens)
(footsteps)
(under breath) Oh, fuck...
(footsteps pacing)
(distant sirens)
(pocket rustling)
(knife clicks)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(door creaks open)
(footsteps approaching)
If you've come in to hurt me,
son, then please, please...
Get up.
(chair sliding)
Is there a back door
or something?
Are you okay, son? You, er...
well it sounds
very busy outside.
Convo is the last thing
on my mind right now.
(clock ticking)
So, we've got a team here
on the right sector,
a team on the left, I've got
a team here as well.
We could come in from
this sector,
or come in from
the left sector...
Well, there's only three ways
out of here, I'm afraid.
Two of them are covered
by the police,
and the third, well...
that's carried by six
in a wooden box.
Are you at peace
with yourself, son?
That's the only true way out.
In case you ain't noticed, half
of South London's
old bill's out there, and
they're about to burst
through the doors any minute!
I ain't got time for a convo!
Talking's the one thing you have
got time for, especially now.
(clock ticking)
(footsteps receding)
(distant sirens)
(police radio chatter)
Jesus Christ.
(distant sirens blaring)
We've got him.
Tell me that when
he's in handcuffs.
What's the broad strokes?
We've got exits covered,
bird in the sky,
and tactical on standby.
-I'm thinking we...
-Any civvies inside?
Tried making contact.
Er, no-one's been in and
no-one's left since we arrived.
We've just contained
the perimeter. Johnson.
A few hours ago we got a call
followed by a text,
I'd say 2 a.m...
Reads...
"Please come quick,
he's gonna hurt me."
We traced the call to a Patricia
Farmer of 27 Beechmead Close.
(footsteps)
Okay, so talk.
What do you wanna talk about?
How about why you're here
this time of night?
(scoffs)
Now, let's...let's start
with your hands.
What happened?
(sighs) Erm...
Nothing.
I just cut it on some glass.
It's okay, you don't have to
explain if you don't want to.
It just looks, um, a bit nasty.
You should get it seen to.
It looks deep. Here, here.
Thanks.
FATHER: Are you religious?
Do you...
Do you believe in God?
God?
Is there something up there?
Yeah.
Whether it's God or not,
I dunno.
(scoffs) It could be ET,
it could be Paul.
And you wear that
around your neck?
(distant sirens)
Alright, take it easy. I didn't
say I didn't believe, did I?
What do you think this is?
Do you think
this is some sort of...what?
-I'm just asking questions,
that's all.
I'm trying to understand you.
Well, you don't need
to understand me!
I ain't come here for a fucking
confession, have I?
(helicopter whirring)
You can hear exactly
what's going on out there.
And it is about to get
a whole lot worse
because they're about
to come in here.
What will you do?
Where will you go?
(helicopter blades whirring)
How the fuck do I know?
Oh, fuck this...
(footsteps receding)
(suspenseful music)
Units dispatched attended
the house, but it was empty.
Another crime scene,
forced entry,
some blood trace here and there.
According to the file,
some of the DNA found there
is an exact match
for the DNA found
at your Eaton Estate address.
-Harper's?
-Well, it's a definite match.
Also, ANPR picked up
his blue Mazda
speeding away from his house
prior to us getting the call.
Led us here. Haven't been able
to locate the vehicle as yet.
-Great.
-One last thing.
We checked Farmer's mobile GPS
and it led us here too.
Either he's got her in there
or he stole her phone.
-Yeah, we've got him.
-Hmm.
No getting away from this.
(chuckles)
Cimone Fawcett?
Any sight of her yet?
Er, not that I know of. I'll let
you know when she arrives.
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
(door creaks open)
(clock ticking)
(door creaking open)
(footsteps shuffling)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(door creaks, slams shut)
Shit.
Anna?
Anna?
Anna?
-Anna?
-Hello, Daddy.
What are you doing? I thought
I told you not to move.
So, we were just talking, um...
She was telling me that your...
For fuck's sake.
You like to talk, innit?
Daddy, you said a naughty word!
Look, I asked you not to move.
We're gonna go soon, okay?
Anna says that you're leaving,
you've done something bad.
Sometimes...
people...do bad things.
(distant helicopter whirring)
Sometimes it's just a...
FATHER: Choice.
It's choice.
Choices.
We all do things we regret.
But God will forgive us.
(distant helicopter whirring)
Hey...
I need you to go back over there
and listen to your music
with CoCoa, okay?
I'm going to talk to the nice
priest, and then we can go.
Is that okay?
Can we get something to eat?
Course we can.
Pizza!
Just...just run along.
I'll be over in a minute, okay?
Go on.
(bench creaks)
Children are such a joy.
You had no right,
saying stuff to her.
Well, she spoke to me.
I mean, I couldn't just ignore
her, pretend she was invisible.
I had a child once,
a few years older than her.
-Had?
-Yeah, he-he passed away.
Some...some years ago.
Er...
(bench creaks)
I didn't know I was a dad
until a few years ago.
Let's just say I wasn't
always a priest.
(chuckles)
So the Father didn't know
he was a father?
Yeah, something like that, yeah.
How's-how's your hand?
Yeah, it's alright.
Good.
Look, let's walk.
Walking helps me think.
Look, the only thing I'm
thinking about right now is...
Freedom.
We all want to be free
from something, son.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
FATHER: I mean, you want
to escape, want to run away.
But look at them out there.
I mean, are we ever truly free?
Free from thought,
free from people,
free from responsibility?
See, they need people like you
so they can keep their jobs
and pay their mortgages,
feed their families.
People like me?
No criminals,
no need for police or justice.
(rain falling on roof)
Yeah, her mobile GPS
tracks her here at the church.
She's probably got
her ringer off.
PENVILLE: We're looking around
and nothing on the old lady.
Yeah. How much longer
do you have down there?
We're all hands on over here.
I don't know.
We found something weird.
-It looks like a target list.
-Mm-hm.
I recognise some of the names
going back a few years,
some dead, some missing.
He may have gang connections
we don't know about.
(ominous music)
We've all committed a crime
at some point in our lives,
all of us,
and some worse than others.
Let him without sin
cast the first stone.
(rain falling on roof)
(rain falling)
PENVILLE: Some of these
names I know
because they're informants.
There's a sex offender,
some others that don't fit.
-Older names, ex-cons.
-Okay.
I'll get this down
to forensics.
Yeah, bye.
(rain falling)
(police radio chatter)
(helicopter whirring)
Yeah, go ahead.
One second, one second.
Hey, you can't
come through here!
-I've got to get in there!
-No, you don't!
This is a crime scene, you need
to walk round the other way!
-I've got to get in there!
-This is a crime scene!
You can't come through
here, okay?
-I've gotta get in, please!
-Why do you need to go in there?
-He's in there!
-Who's in there?
So, er, tell me, what do you do?
What do you mean, what do I do?
Well, do you work
or do you have a job?
You're for real right now?
I mean,
you want to have
a full-blown conversation?
Well, do you have
any better ideas?
No, but I don't feel like doing
'This Is Your Life', that's all.
Listen, those few minutes
you spoke of earlier
just turned into a couple
of hours.
And I don't think they're going
to come bursting in here
all the time they think
you have hostages.
(suspenseful music)
Hostages?
Why are you even helping me?
You don't even know
what I've done.
Matthew 7.
"Do not judge,
or you too will be judged,
for in the same way you judge
others, you will be judged,
and with the measure you use,
be measured to you."
Do you mind if we pop back
to the office?
I just need to finish
writing something.
-Let's get in there.
-No, I need Fawcett.
Now he's got a hostage in there,
and no-one,
no-one dies on my watch.
Now, I've got to know
what we're dealing with
before we go in there, okay?
I want everyone out alive
and that includes Harper.
I'll get tactical
in position now.
(radio beeps)
(Anna humming)
Baby?
Stop...
-But I...
-I said to you, no phones.
-You can't, okay?
-But I just want to say
goodnight to Mummy.
I always say goodnight to Mummy.
I'll be right back, I promise.
But don't...
you mustn't move, okay?
(distant helicopter whirring)
Are you in trouble, Daddy?
Have you been naughty?
You just need
to get some rest, okay?
We've got a long way to go.
(clock ticking)
(distant helicopter whirring)
GLEN: Anna?
Hello, son.
Only three ways out of here.
-Not now, priest.
-I'm just saying, in life
sometimes we make choices
that we shouldn't...
that we shouldn't...
-Not now, priest!
I'm just pointing out to you...
Just shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up,
for Christ's sake!
I don't want to fucking hear it!
Look!
(sobbing)
She sent me a text, and then
I tried to call her back,
but her phone was off!
So I done locations, and look...
he's got her! He's in there!
(distant helicopter whirring)
-We're here. Hurry up!
-The car's on Talbot Street.
Call me when...
Shit!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(sinister music)
(under breath) Fuck!
(hurried footsteps)
I told you lot
about him ages ago!
He'd get drunk
and he gets off his nut.
And now look, he's gonna take
my baby girl away!
So, why do they call
priests "fathers"?
Er, I think it has its origins
in the monastic world
of the medieval period.
The head of the monastery
was the abbot,
meaning "father
of the community", so er,
I guess it comes from there.
So, how long you been a father?
Sorry, I mean...
a priest?
Er, do you know,
I don't actually know,
but long enough.
(chuckles)
So, how long, then?
(clock ticking)
Er, well, a good few years.
I was with the force
before that.
I was 29 years with the Met.
Twenty-nine?
So you had a life before?
So what happened?
I mean, that's a bit
of a career change, innit?
(sinister music)
I saw a lot of things
in my time, but, um,
I was working this one case,
a young boy who was...
well, he was being abused by
multiple members of his family.
Ben?
(rain pouring)
(police radio chatter)
Okay, so we have another issue.
We have a young girl in there,
aged five, and her name is Anna.
We need to make contact,
we need to get her out first
because I don't want
this going left,
and I don't want the press
knowing about this,
and I don't want a media frenzy.
I'm on it. Pam's here,
she's our negotiator
and probably best
to try and make contact.
I'll speak to him.
I really think that we...
Okay.
(rain pouring)
Over at twelve,
proceed to make contact.
Some of the letters we found
were, well,
truly heart-breaking.
(dark music)
It came down to the mother
who covered it up.
She just couldn't bring herself
to believe it.
GLEN: Shit.
That...that's fucked.
(clock ticking)
I mean, words fail me
too sometimes.
Have a seat.
FATHER: He wrote
lots of letters, um,
I remember them to this day.
They were addressed to his
father who abandoned him,
who he never met.
So, I think we worked on that
case for about four years,
and social services
were involved,
er, but there was never
any real, hard evidence.
which, you know,
which made it worse really,
because, you know, knowing
but being unable
to do anything about it.
(sinister music)
(clock ticking)
And then one morning
we had a callout to the house.
My partner Aaron, um, yeah,
Aaron Eaton, we got the call.
We found a stash of letters
in his bedroom.
I-I think his mother hadn't had
time to hide them
and I remember the last
one exactly.
"I don't want to do
this anymore.
I wish I could go to sleep
and never, never wake up.
I hate them, all of them.
I think it must be nicer
not to be here."
I-I couldn't talk about it,
I had no words. I was just numb.
I couldn''t get it out
of my head,
for a child to take
his own life.
(sinister music)
It was like he was reaching out
for help, and nobody, well...
they ignored him.
That poor kid really suffered.
I would kill anyone who touched
my baby girl.
Anyone.
With all due respect, we've been
trying to get this Fawcett
for the last few hours
and no joy. Let's get in there.
Are we 100% sure that
Harper's in there?
Because we don't want
to mess this up.
Well, unless someone's got
his mobile, yes.
He's definitely in there.
Er, Fawcett?
We've been trying to get
her on the phone, but no joy.
Okay, so how about Farmer?
Has she shown up yet?
No, ma'am.
Okay, stay on it.
(under breath) Take this for me?
Thanks.
(dark music)
So, that day really changed
my life, to be honest with you.
Um, reading his letters
and seeing his pictures.
And after that,
I-I left the force, um...
Yeah, and it really messed
with my head, to be honest.
I mean, I turned to drink,
and um,
well, all sorts of...all sorts.
The things I'd seen haunted me.
A year or two later,
I found out I had a son
of my own.
So I tracked down the mother,
as you do, and um, yeah...
Unfortunately by then
he'd passed away
so I never actually got
to meet him.
I'm sorry.
Is-is that when you found God?
I think it's safer to say
that God found me.
FATHER: There was this one other
thing that happened.
GLEN: Another case?
FATHER: Yeah.
FATHER: I knew that bureaucracy
would let him walk free.
GLEN: What did he do?
(sinister music)
FATHER: Deus vult. Retribution.
If he believed, maybe he thought
it was God's work,
of the kind you see in those
medieval paintings
out there in the church.
I mean, I tried counselling,
other things.
Only God gave me
direction again.
And he''s continued to kill,
to punish freely.
Perhaps it is God's will.
Something tells me we're gonna
be in for a long night.
Mm, it seems so.
FATHER: The police out there...
We may need to have
some more coffee.
-FATHER: They know.
-Right you are, Ma'am.
And they let it happen,
and they should have done
something to stop it.
Did they catch 'em?
The people that done that
to the kid?
Did they catch 'em?
Er, yes.
FATHER: Yes.
Good.
Hope they fucking rot.
(sirens blaring)
(police chatter)
Nothing's come back yet,
but they're going to call me
as soon as.
-No problem. Thanks for coming.
I'm so sorry I missed all
the calls, I was caught up.
Never mind, I'm here now.
Where are we at?
Right, well, I was hoping
that you would tell me that.
Right, we think he's got Farmer
in there
along with at least
one other hostage
and I want them all out alive,
including him.
Hostages?
Yeah. Why do you sound
so surprised?
Well, it just doesn't fit
his MO.
Okay, explain?
Hostages are for
self-preservation.
He'd hold them as a pledge until
his demands were met to escape.
People are targets or tools.
He's up to something.
Has he made any requests?
Well no, I haven't spoken
to him yet.
I wanted to speak to you first.
(suspenseful music)
Can I ask you a question,
Father?
Yes, of course...and please,
call me Brian.
Do you think God
forgives those who kill?
Why do you ask me...?
I mean, he's meant to be
all-merciful and...
forgiving, right?
In the Bible, it says,
"Thou shall not kill."
So you do read the Bible.
Nah...(laughs)
I mean, I know
the Ten Commandments.
Well, some of 'em.
The Father forgives all sin
except blasphemy
against the spirit.
Why do you ask?
FAWCETT: There was purpose
behind his actions
in the way he killed
his victims,
hence why he sat and watched,
drinking tea.
-Mmm.
-If he's got Patricia in there,
there must also be a purpose.
You see, I remember,
when I was younger in school,
they used to make us
do these, um,
confessional thingymajigs.
And you would talk to a priest,
tell him all your sins.
You know what I mean, right?
Yes, I think so, yes.
You see, they always
made it very clear
that whatever we told 'em
would never leave the room
and no-one else
would hear of it.
So, if someone was to commit
a crime, let's say,
a murder or something...
Would you...
would you grass?
(clock ticking)
Would you grass?
Grass?
Yeah, you know what I mean.
Talk to the police.
Yeah, I know what grass means,
I've just never been
asked it before, that's all.
I mean, do you mean me,
or priests in general?
Both.
(helicopter whirring)
(clock ticking)
Well, your secret would be
protected by the Catholic law,
or at least it should be.
It would probably depend
on the priest in question.
But would you say something?
Would you say something?
I'd say make peace
with yourself, son.
That's the important thing.
The rest is up to Him up there.
(clock ticking)
So, what do we do now?
(rain pouring)
Our job.
We need to speak to Burns.
(radio chatter)
BAILEY: I don't think
he's done killing.
FATHER: So, what will you do?
What do you mean?
Well, you can't run
forever, son.
I learnt that a long time ago.
I dunno, but I don't want to go
back to prison. Well, I can't.
Back to prison?
Yeah.
You see, I've always wondered
why people go back to prison,
you know, in and out,
as if one visit isn't enough.
Yeah.
I've been in and out since
I was a kid, all types of shit.
I'm not proud of it, but I mean,
shit happens, doesn't it?
But...
I'm not going back.
I said I'd do something tonight.
And I'm going to.
No matter what.
(clock ticking)
Hm.
(shoes clunking on floor)
Are you okay, baby?
-I'm cold.
-Okay.
It's not the warmest place
to be, is it?
(Father chuckles)
(jacket rustling)
Come here, okay?
That's it.
Good girl.
Yes.
Can we go now, Daddy?
We're going to go soon, okay?
But we've been here
for a long time now.
I said, we're gonna go soon,
alright?
(rain pouring)
BAILEY: So what,
you think we're good?
PENVILLE: I think there's more
than enough evidence.
-Mm-hm.
-No lawyer could ever
get him off.
-Great.
We just need to confirm
with the DNA.
Yeah, get it over to the lab
as soon as possible
and let me know.
I'll be there soon.
Yeah, okay. See you shortly.
Yeah, bye.
-Good news?
-I'm not sure yet.
Penville thinks he's
found something.
He's running some DNA
from the house.
(dark music)
(police radio chatter)
(clock ticking)
Why this fuss?
Why are you running?
Why are you leaving?
Listen, I'm a priest,
and I was a policeman.
I've heard every confession
there is to hear.
I believe God brought
you to me for a reason.
You spoke earlier about
why you left the force
and the case
that made you leave.
Well, that was my...
that was my life, kind of.
Well, not the abuse, but...
I was in and out of foster care.
Different families,
and then the care homes
turned into prison cells,
and that was that.
(clock ticking)
What happened to your parents?
If you can call 'em that.
Er...my dad, I never met him.
Got my mum pregnant,
and then she died of an overdose
when I was about six or seven.
I believe that children are
a blessing from the Almighty.
No child should be without
their parent.
The world's a hard place
as it is
without having to navigate
through it alone.
Yeah, it was kind of tough,
I'm not gonna lie.
But then I had a child
of my own,
my angel.
(sighs)
-I love that girl.
-Just the one?
Yeah, Anna.
I just, I wanted to make sure
I could give her all the things
I never had.
Hm.
But now I've messed up,
and I've gotta go.
It can't be that bad, surely?
Murder.
Yeah.
And I got in way too deep.
See, I was never academic,
I was just...
good at robberies,
or hurting people.
I just wanted to belong.
Does that make sense?
Yes-yes, of course it does, yes.
We all wish to belong,
son, somewhere.
Anyway, I got involved,
er, with...
Mm, I won't tell you,
'cause you're an
ex-police officer!
Listen, if you were talking
about Ronnie and Reg,
or the Richardsons,
I might remember, but, er,
anyone else is way
after my time, I'm sure.
Well anyway, I needed the money.
So, I ended up doing, er,
a few bits and bobs for 'em.
And they sent me on a move.
They said I was the driver.
(dramatic music)
A driver, they said.
But I was theirs.
They owned me.
They said it was just a robbery,
they didn't say
anything about...
(sinister music)
Then they told me
I had to do it again.
Do you know how it feels
to be owned, Father?
Controlled, like a puppet?
They kept reminding me
just how much
I love my little girl,
like I didn't know already.
They had so much money
and power, and knew everyone.
So you, um...
I done something about it.
I had to.
It's my little girl.
Hello? It's Detective
Bailey here
from the Metropolitan Police.
Can you hear me?
(suspenseful music)
BAILEY: The place is completely
surrounded.
I'm sure that you've
looked outside.
I just want to talk, okay?
(footsteps)
Hello?
Please answer your phone
as it rings.
It's Detective Bailey.
(cautious footsteps)
(telephone ringing)
Go ahead, son.
Answer it.
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
Glen?
(rain pouring)
It's Detective Bailey.
How you doing?
It's been a long night, right?
We both know what you want,
so let's cut all the nice shit.
It's all fucking lies!
Look, we can talk
about that later.
It'll be best if you and Anna
leave right now.
What, so you can bang me up?
Nah, I think I'll sit
this one out, love.
See how it pans out.
(rain falling)
Look...
here's the thing.
You're in a lot of danger
right now.
No-one needs to get hurt.
I'm not coming out!
(rain falling)
Glen...
we need you out safe and sound,
and I'm sure...
(footsteps approaching)
Come here, baby. Come here.
(gentle music)
(police radio beeps)
Okay, I love you.
Okay?
Daddy?
It's gonna be okay, baby.
(telephone ringing)
I don't want you to go.
It's gonna be okay.
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
Glen, I'm gonna need you to do
something for me, okay?
We're gonna need you
to send Anna out now.
Send her out now.
Can you do that for me?
Glen, look, I believe you,
but that's not up to me.
There's pressure to send
in the firearm team,
and you need a way out,
you need a lawyer,
and I can get you those things.
I have everything I need
right here.
Glen, this is bigger than you.
Think about Anna.
(gentle music)
You don''t need to put
her at risk.
Remember this, when you're at
the crossroads in life,
ask for the old ways.
Stand in the old ways,
and ask for the old paths,
wherein is the good way,
and walk therein.
Now, you're at the junction now,
right?
Not sure what to do.
There's no junction here, mate.
I know exactly what
I need to do.
Let me grab Pam.
This is her department.
(rain falling)
Alright.
(police radio chatter)
Listen, it'll be fine.
You go outside
and I promise you,
I will come and find you, okay?
Mum...Mummy's gonna be there.
She...She'll take care of you.
But I wanna stay with you.
I know, I know.
I need you to do Daddy a favour.
Do that for me.
She'll be waiting for you.
Now Mummy...Mummy loves you too.
She just, she gets
angry sometimes,
but she's gonna
take care of you.
I'm scared they're gonna
take you away again.
It's...
It's gonna be alright.
I could take, um,
Anna to the door,
make sure she's safe?
Come on, then. You come with me.
Let's go and find Mummy.
Come on then, there you go.
This way, there's a good girl.
There's a good girl.
Come on.
(gentle music)
(door creaks open)
MUM: Anna!
Oh, baby, are you okay?
Anna...
(sobbing)
(police radio beeps)
(ominous music)
(door slams shut)
(sinister music)
FATHER: We repent our sins,
and we will receive in Heaven
according to our works on Earth.
We follow the path that we must,
compelled by your signs.
And bring us together
for your own reasons,
to kill, to live,
to die and to love.
In your infinite wisdom,
we accept
that these are your choices
and not ours.
Even when we cannot understand
why we act,
we trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous, and we find
peace within ourselves.
I pray to be an armour of faith
and a shield of goodwill.
Amen.
All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
You're pretty cool for a priest,
or a copper.
(laughs) I try my best.
Er, do you smoke?
Erm, do you have any cigarettes?
Smoke, you smoke?
And why would that be
so difficult to comprehend?
I dunno, just...
(chuckles) I'm a priest,
not an angel.
We have sex, too. I'm joking!
(laughter)
I'm joking!
I don't smoke.
Well, not anymore, anyway.
I-I gave up a few years ago.
Well, as should I,
it's a disgusting habit really.
Yeah, I agree.
(ominous music)
(telephone ringing)
You might want to answer that.
Hello?
(clock ticking)
They want to talk to you.
(clock ticking)
Um, hello?
Yes, I'm fine.
No, I told you, I'm fine.
I can assure you, Detective,
there's nobody else in here.
No, no, she's gone.
She's definitely not here.
What are they saying?
What are they saying?
Give me the phone, give me
the phone, give me the phone.
Hello?
I told you already,
it's just me and the priest!
(sinister music)
He's lying. Where's Farmer?
He's got no reason to lie.
If she's a hostage
he'd want us to know,
otherwise he's got
no negotiation power.
(rain falling)
Why is he so calm?
He knows this is the end
and he's completely surrounded.
We're dealing with a very
different individual, Bailey.
Most people can't keep
a secret for a day,
but being around
so many criminals,
being involved in the judicial
system can harden your soul,
and a sociopath tired of running
is a very dangerous prospect.
Ma'am, you need to see this.
(sinister music)
(footsteps)
Can we get it opened up?
Yeah. Penville, can you
sort that out, please?
(dramatic music)
Jesus...
Shit!
She could have prevented this,
but she chose to keep him
from me.
She did this to him.
She did this to us.
She will be the last to suffer,
knowing they all died
because of her.
She was the mother
to Harper's son.
FATHER: All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
Don't live here, do you?
No, I live over...
do you know the area?
Yeah, I'm off Prescott.
Ah, well, I'm the other side,
I'm by Willingborough.
(clock ticking)
Are you here for the night?
No, no, no...I'm, um...
I'm leaving soon.
Do you mind if we pray, Father?
Uh...yes, of course.
You-you don't need to do that.
(Father chuckles)
Lord Father, all powerful,
I thank you, for even though
I am a sinner,
you have blessed me with
the body and blood
of your precious son,
our Lord Jesus Christ.
We repent our sins,
and will receive in Heaven,
according to our works on Earth.
We follow the path that we must,
compelled by your signs,
to bring us together
for your own reasons,
to kill, to live,
to die, to love.
In your infinite wisdom,
we accept
that these are your choices,
not ours.
Even although we do not
understand why we act,
we trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous, and we find
peace within ourselves.
I pray to be an armour of faith,
and a shield of goodwill.
Amen.
Amen.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
(ominous music)
What is it you're writing?
It's a letter.
To my son.
I'm meeting him tonight.
I thought your son was...
you-you said he was dead?
All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
(sinister music)
(gunshot)
Shit!
-Was that a gunshot?
-Shit, go, go!
-Get in there, get in there!
-Strike, strike, strike,
strike, strike!
(dramatic music)
(footsteps marching)
Armed police!
Hands on your head now, do it!
On the fucking floor now!
-Get down! Do it!
-I didn't do it!
On the floor, now!
Get your head down!
-Just listen to me!
-On the floor!
-Shit...
-Hold on, hold on, hold on...
GLEN: Just listen to me!
It wasn't me!
I swear, it wasn't me!
-Did he say anything before?
-I just don't understand, he...
he gave me this.
(suspenseful music)
Son, I'm sorry that you...
Mercy, have mercy on me.
He didn't finish it.
He definitely finished
writing it.
We're just missing something.
He said...
the only true way out
was to make peace with yourself.
(sighs)
I don't know any theology,
but I doubt there's any peace
where he's going.
Are you not here for me?
I've got a few officers outside
that want to have a chat
with you.
Ryle, can you take him
out please
and make sure he's okay? Go on.
Come on.
(sighs)
He wanted them to see the pain
that he had caused.
(sombre music)
-What?
-Father.
He wanted them to see
the pain that he had endured
all those years.
I kind of almost feel
sorry for him, you know?
Yeah, almost.
Murder's murder though, right?
You alright?
FATHER: The Father forgives
all sin
except blasphemy
against the spirit.
We trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous.
You wasn''t praying for me.
You was...
praying for yourself.
RYLE: What?
Come on.
(poignant music)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
BAILEY: We're getting there
as fast as we can, okay?
BAILEY: How long
till we get there?
RYLE: Six or seven minutes.
BAILEY: Okay, we'll be there
in five, okay? Drive.
(sirens blaring)
KILLER: Listen to me, you think
I'm a fucking rapist,
you dumb cunts!
You're too slow, yeah?
You're too fucking slow!
(sirens blaring)
(dramatic music)
KILLER: They will not be missed.
They will not speak,
because it's too late.
You lazy, corrupt
pieces of shit.
(sirens blaring)
(suspenseful music)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(car engine humming)
Open the gate, please.
Open the gate.
He's in the basement, east side.
Cheers. Everyone's in place?
Everyone's right where
they're supposed to be.
Thanks, good job.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps)
(engine humming)
(sirens blaring)
(radio chatter)
Armed police! Do not move!
(police radio chatter)
(footsteps approaching)
(sinister music)
Savage...
Simon Farmer.
Suicide?
Oh...
Man, he was just left to...
just sit here and bleed out.
(mobile phone rings)
This doesn't make sense.
How long's he been here?
I don't know.
Hello?
Okay, I'm on my way.
-I've gotta go.
-What? Where you going?
You've got this.
Yeah, right.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(radio chatter)
(tyres on gravel)
(helicopter blades whirring)
I got here as soon as I could.
You're gonna need this.
Ah, another one?
We're looking at multiple now.
Apparently they weren't
killed here either,
so there's another
crime scene out there.
God help who finds it.
Ryle's there now, actually.
The farmhouse
on Brinstone Street.
Another male body there.
Related?
Ah, I'm not sure yet.
Okay, check this out.
(digital camera clicking)
Ooh.
-Yeah, there's quite a lot.
-Mmm.
The woman was having
some renovations done,
but the builders haven't
been in for about a month.
Watch your feet.
Thanks...ugh...
It's a fucking jigsaw puzzle.
Heads and hands, severed...
PENVILLE: What the hell?
Why cut the body into pieces
and then leave it here?
-Most people would just...
-Most people?
Well, you know what I mean.
If you're going to cut
the body up, it's to...
Yeah, to dispose of it,
I get it.
I mean, perhaps
they were disturbed.
Detective...
There's another body upstairs.
(eerie music)
(footsteps receding)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(police radio comms)
Jesus Christ!
(camera shutter clicks)
Do you have any names?
It's Joanna Farmer.
Mm.
Our other victim was a Farmer.
Husband or son, maybe?
She's aged 84, widow.
Four children,
so could be her son.
Not sure about the other two
yet, whether they're related.
Brian says she's been here
a couple of weeks at least.
The cold weather
slowed down the process.
Poor old sod, he reckons
she was just left here.
-Who-who found them?
-Well, this is the thing.
Parks is running some DNA
from some blood he found
on a broken window
in the kitchen.
But no-one called it in.
It has to be one of the workers,
I think.
This place is fucking humungous,
52 acres.
There's not a house around
for miles.
Someone heard a loud smash,
called the boys.
Reports of a blue or purple car
speeding away from the scene,
but no IDs.
Yeah, do me a favour,
call all the local hospitals
and just see if there were any
recent admissions.
-Mm-hm. Oh, one more thing...
-Yeah?
The vents and the doors,
they were all blocked by towels
to stop the smell escaping.
(torch clicks)
Hold on, look at this.
What killer's got the time
to have a cheeky cuppa?
(eerie music)
If they are related,
that's a whole family,
wiped out, just like that.
I lost my family.
My mum and my dad.
Must have been awful.
Yeah.
It still is.
We just found these
in the bedroom.
Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(dark music)
(police radio chatter, beeps)
FAWCETT: Removal of the eyes,
then decapitation.
Dismembering of the bodies,
nothing taken...
He killed the two brothers
and he brought the two heads
for him to see.
RYLE: What kind of guy
kills elderly people?
She's my gran's age,
for God's sake.
But did he know 'em?
FAWCETT: Showing the heads
to the eldest brother,
their leader, their protector,
suggests an obsession with
something seen.
(dramatic music)
FAWCETT: The farmhouse has been
abandoned for years.
He led you to that
first crime scene.
I'm sure you're aware that
there's been an incident
in the main house.
I just wondered
if you heard anything unusual
in the last couple of weeks?
We may have the lead on his car.
A blue Mazda.
REPORTER: Tonight we're asking,
how safe do you feel?
CALLER: I'm terrified.
We've had six months
of fake news and fake progress
from the police.
RYLE: She's my gran's age,
for God's sake.
(knocking)
Hello, it's the police.
Can you open up, please?
(suspenseful music)
RYLE: But did he know 'em?
BAILEY: What about the foreman?
RYLE: We've interviewed
him already.
BAILEY: There's always
something more.
RYLE: But...there's nothing.
It wasn't one of the builders.
BAILEY: Do it again.
Someone who had access.
Talk to the staff again.
RYLE: There's nothing.
BAILEY: Just interview
them again.
BAILEY: Interview them again.
And again!
I've just found a defaced photo
of Patricia Farmer.
(camera shutter clicking)
BAILEY: Patricia Farmer
knows more than she's saying.
PENVILLE: The old lady?
BAILEY: Mmm.
PENVILLE: You think the photo
is relevant?
(tyres on gravel)
BAILEY: Look Patricia,
this is really important.
Could you think of any reason
why someone would want
to hurt her?
No. Mum keeps herself
to herself.
I don't know...she's...
(sighs)
She was in the navy.
She survived a bloody world war!
How could this happen?
I don't get it.
She doesn't go out.
Oh...
I told her to sell
that bloody place
and downsize, but she wouldn't
have it.
(gasping)
When was the last time
you saw or spoke with her?
I haven't spoken to her
for a few weeks now.
PENVILLE: Why is she
the only survivor?
Could it be gang related?
-Unlikely.
-Revenge?
All the victims are related, so
clearly a gripe with the family.
So what exactly are we dealing
with, then?
Hate.
(ominous music)
We had a quarrel.
A quarrel?
A falling out, really.
May I ask why?
She's so bloody...
How could this happen?
I...I don't get it.
(sighs) I...
I'm really sorry.
A quarrel?
(chuckles) It was silly, really.
I forgot to put her numbers on.
And...
(sighs)
Can you tell me if you know
or you have any ideas
why they left you alive?
(ominous music)
What about your brothers?
When was the last time
you spoke to them?
Dave and Bill?
We haven't spoken for years.
We stopped talking
when Dad died.
And Oliver...
He's...
your stepson?
(sighs)
You don't have to say
anything, but it may harm
your defence if you do not
mention now
something you later rely on
in court.
Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.
Of course.
He's...
He''s what?
He's...
well, he got in
with the wrong crowd,
and tried to blackmail us
with awful lies.
So you know the deceased,
Mrs Farmer?
You know,
drugs, drink...
We all kind of distanced
ourselves from him.
You were witnessed running away
from the main house.
We found your blood
on the kitchen window.
No comment.
Listen, you can take a chance,
because it's the difference
between
smashing the window,
criminal damage.
Or murder.
PENVILLE: Do you believe him?
Which part?
Well, any of it.
Youse lot are taking the piss.
She's been trying to stitch me
up for years!
-She's fucking evil!
-We know he was there.
What you talking about?
I never went inside.
His blood is on the window.
(chair creaks)
What were you doing
there, Oliver?
And no motive...
Youse lot are taking
the fucking piss, man!
He thought that Farmer
was gonna be away
due to the house
being renovated.
He was gonna go
and do the place.
So this is the thing, right?
Criminal damage...or murder.
You can't fucking do that!
I never went inside!
BAILEY: Patricia Farmer told us
workers saw you
going in the yard.
Yeah, I think he's telling
the truth.
I didn't go in the yard.
What you talking about?
He got put off by the smell.
May I just ask you one more
question, if I may?
I found these
at your mother's house.
Oliver told us you could
explain these.
Do you recognise anyone?
(gasping)
(suspenseful music)
He thinks he's untouchable.
He knows his way
around the system.
He knows what he's doing.
Until you have something
more concrete, do nothing.
-Bullshit! Why can't we just...
-Excuse me?
Why can't we just pull him
in for questioning
at the very least?
If you spook him,
he may disappear.
We know who he is.
We know where to find him.
Fawcett's right.
PENVILLE: We can't do anything?
We need more.
Yeah. This wasn't a crazy,
frenzied attack.
This wasn't a robbery
or a random act.
This was well thought-out,
calculated.
He had clear and deliberate
motives,
and I'm scared
that he enjoyed it.
(paper rustling)
-Hey...
-Hey.
You'll turn into a file
if you don't go home.
(laughing)
Get some rest, girl.
I'm heading out soon,
just finishing off now.
Okay. I've emailed you
some more bits.
Any issues, you know
where to find me.
Okay, thank you.
You're welcome.
In fact, there's one thing.
Sure.
Do you think he could
kill again?
Or has he already killed
and perhaps
there's another body
waiting to be found?
-Yeah.
-He hasn't killed again
until we find another body.
-I'll see you tomorrow, okay?
-Yep.
Oh actually, no.
I'll see you on Wednesday.
Get some rest.
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(footsteps)
(muttering)
(gentle music)
(sighs)
Mm...I know that sound.
Yeah.
-You know what it's called.
-Uh-huh.
Overworked and underpaid.
(giggling)
-Babe...
-Mm...
Do you know, I want to just...
(telephone rings)
Mmm...
(sighs)
Really?
(telephone rings)
I'm sorry.
(telephone rings)
-Don't answer it.
-No, no, no! No, don't!
-Babes, come on, please...
-You don't have to get it...
-No.
-Please could...thank you.
(telephone rings)
Okay.
-Ryle?
- Hi, ma'am.
Are you still awake?
Can you talk?
-Yeah.
-You remember the Farmer case?
-Yeah.
-You wanted to know any changes
as soon as they happened.
-Yeah.
Well, I'll be outside
with a coffee.
-Are you downstairs?
-Farmer's been abducted.
(ominous music)
Okay, I'll be down there in ten.
(phone beeps)
-I''m sorry.
-Okay.
(sheets rustling)
You know, you're lucky
you've got
such an understanding
girlfriend.
(sinister music)
(distant sirens)
(match struck)
(door creaks open)
Where the fuck are you?
They'll come after you.
-I know.
-And anyone who knows.
-I know!
-It's a fucking priest, man!
No, you listen!
GLEN: If we're gonna do this,
then we're going to do it
tonight, alright?
(sighs) Alright.
(dramatic music)
Oi!
Police, stop!
Oi!
(door creaks, slams)
(door bangs)
You alright?
-Well, you look like shit.
-Thanks!
That does wonders for a girl's
confidence, doesn't it?
I've got my face in my bag, I'll
have you know, you cheeky sod!
Someone snatched the old lady?
Yeah, they dragged her
to a church.
-Strong, one sugar, right?
-Yeah, thanks.
Seventeen hours, Ryle.
She lied to us for seventeen
hours of interviews.
Why do we do this again, Ryle?
(Ryle sighs)
It's what we signed up for.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps)
(sirens blaring)
POLICE RADIO:
Straight over, straight over...
(engines rumbling)
This is it.
All this for one guy, yeah?
Yeah. Well, it depends what
we're dealing with.
-Are you ready to roll?
-Yeah.
Okay, 4288 receiving, 4288?
Everyone's in position.
Can you call it, over?
Morning, detectives.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(bench creaking)
(footsteps pacing)
Do you really think
he's a grass?
Look, I'm not doing this now.
I told you already.
There's a lot of fucking cops
here, man!
-Yes, I know!
-And I'm on fucking parole.
I'll give you back the money.
Look...
It's too late. You should
have thought about that.
Alright, but I'm gone
at midnight.
(distant sirens)
(footsteps)
(under breath) Oh, fuck...
(footsteps pacing)
(distant sirens)
(pocket rustling)
(knife clicks)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(door creaks open)
(footsteps approaching)
If you've come in to hurt me,
son, then please, please...
Get up.
(chair sliding)
Is there a back door
or something?
Are you okay, son? You, er...
well it sounds
very busy outside.
Convo is the last thing
on my mind right now.
(clock ticking)
So, we've got a team here
on the right sector,
a team on the left, I've got
a team here as well.
We could come in from
this sector,
or come in from
the left sector...
Well, there's only three ways
out of here, I'm afraid.
Two of them are covered
by the police,
and the third, well...
that's carried by six
in a wooden box.
Are you at peace
with yourself, son?
That's the only true way out.
In case you ain't noticed, half
of South London's
old bill's out there, and
they're about to burst
through the doors any minute!
I ain't got time for a convo!
Talking's the one thing you have
got time for, especially now.
(clock ticking)
(footsteps receding)
(distant sirens)
(police radio chatter)
Jesus Christ.
(distant sirens blaring)
We've got him.
Tell me that when
he's in handcuffs.
What's the broad strokes?
We've got exits covered,
bird in the sky,
and tactical on standby.
-I'm thinking we...
-Any civvies inside?
Tried making contact.
Er, no-one's been in and
no-one's left since we arrived.
We've just contained
the perimeter. Johnson.
A few hours ago we got a call
followed by a text,
I'd say 2 a.m...
Reads...
"Please come quick,
he's gonna hurt me."
We traced the call to a Patricia
Farmer of 27 Beechmead Close.
(footsteps)
Okay, so talk.
What do you wanna talk about?
How about why you're here
this time of night?
(scoffs)
Now, let's...let's start
with your hands.
What happened?
(sighs) Erm...
Nothing.
I just cut it on some glass.
It's okay, you don't have to
explain if you don't want to.
It just looks, um, a bit nasty.
You should get it seen to.
It looks deep. Here, here.
Thanks.
FATHER: Are you religious?
Do you...
Do you believe in God?
God?
Is there something up there?
Yeah.
Whether it's God or not,
I dunno.
(scoffs) It could be ET,
it could be Paul.
And you wear that
around your neck?
(distant sirens)
Alright, take it easy. I didn't
say I didn't believe, did I?
What do you think this is?
Do you think
this is some sort of...what?
-I'm just asking questions,
that's all.
I'm trying to understand you.
Well, you don't need
to understand me!
I ain't come here for a fucking
confession, have I?
(helicopter whirring)
You can hear exactly
what's going on out there.
And it is about to get
a whole lot worse
because they're about
to come in here.
What will you do?
Where will you go?
(helicopter blades whirring)
How the fuck do I know?
Oh, fuck this...
(footsteps receding)
(suspenseful music)
Units dispatched attended
the house, but it was empty.
Another crime scene,
forced entry,
some blood trace here and there.
According to the file,
some of the DNA found there
is an exact match
for the DNA found
at your Eaton Estate address.
-Harper's?
-Well, it's a definite match.
Also, ANPR picked up
his blue Mazda
speeding away from his house
prior to us getting the call.
Led us here. Haven't been able
to locate the vehicle as yet.
-Great.
-One last thing.
We checked Farmer's mobile GPS
and it led us here too.
Either he's got her in there
or he stole her phone.
-Yeah, we've got him.
-Hmm.
No getting away from this.
(chuckles)
Cimone Fawcett?
Any sight of her yet?
Er, not that I know of. I'll let
you know when she arrives.
(suspenseful music)
(clock ticking)
(door creaks open)
(clock ticking)
(door creaking open)
(footsteps shuffling)
(helicopter blades whirring)
(door creaks, slams shut)
Shit.
Anna?
Anna?
Anna?
-Anna?
-Hello, Daddy.
What are you doing? I thought
I told you not to move.
So, we were just talking, um...
She was telling me that your...
For fuck's sake.
You like to talk, innit?
Daddy, you said a naughty word!
Look, I asked you not to move.
We're gonna go soon, okay?
Anna says that you're leaving,
you've done something bad.
Sometimes...
people...do bad things.
(distant helicopter whirring)
Sometimes it's just a...
FATHER: Choice.
It's choice.
Choices.
We all do things we regret.
But God will forgive us.
(distant helicopter whirring)
Hey...
I need you to go back over there
and listen to your music
with CoCoa, okay?
I'm going to talk to the nice
priest, and then we can go.
Is that okay?
Can we get something to eat?
Course we can.
Pizza!
Just...just run along.
I'll be over in a minute, okay?
Go on.
(bench creaks)
Children are such a joy.
You had no right,
saying stuff to her.
Well, she spoke to me.
I mean, I couldn't just ignore
her, pretend she was invisible.
I had a child once,
a few years older than her.
-Had?
-Yeah, he-he passed away.
Some...some years ago.
Er...
(bench creaks)
I didn't know I was a dad
until a few years ago.
Let's just say I wasn't
always a priest.
(chuckles)
So the Father didn't know
he was a father?
Yeah, something like that, yeah.
How's-how's your hand?
Yeah, it's alright.
Good.
Look, let's walk.
Walking helps me think.
Look, the only thing I'm
thinking about right now is...
Freedom.
We all want to be free
from something, son.
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
FATHER: I mean, you want
to escape, want to run away.
But look at them out there.
I mean, are we ever truly free?
Free from thought,
free from people,
free from responsibility?
See, they need people like you
so they can keep their jobs
and pay their mortgages,
feed their families.
People like me?
No criminals,
no need for police or justice.
(rain falling on roof)
Yeah, her mobile GPS
tracks her here at the church.
She's probably got
her ringer off.
PENVILLE: We're looking around
and nothing on the old lady.
Yeah. How much longer
do you have down there?
We're all hands on over here.
I don't know.
We found something weird.
-It looks like a target list.
-Mm-hm.
I recognise some of the names
going back a few years,
some dead, some missing.
He may have gang connections
we don't know about.
(ominous music)
We've all committed a crime
at some point in our lives,
all of us,
and some worse than others.
Let him without sin
cast the first stone.
(rain falling on roof)
(rain falling)
PENVILLE: Some of these
names I know
because they're informants.
There's a sex offender,
some others that don't fit.
-Older names, ex-cons.
-Okay.
I'll get this down
to forensics.
Yeah, bye.
(rain falling)
(police radio chatter)
(helicopter whirring)
Yeah, go ahead.
One second, one second.
Hey, you can't
come through here!
-I've got to get in there!
-No, you don't!
This is a crime scene, you need
to walk round the other way!
-I've got to get in there!
-This is a crime scene!
You can't come through
here, okay?
-I've gotta get in, please!
-Why do you need to go in there?
-He's in there!
-Who's in there?
So, er, tell me, what do you do?
What do you mean, what do I do?
Well, do you work
or do you have a job?
You're for real right now?
I mean,
you want to have
a full-blown conversation?
Well, do you have
any better ideas?
No, but I don't feel like doing
'This Is Your Life', that's all.
Listen, those few minutes
you spoke of earlier
just turned into a couple
of hours.
And I don't think they're going
to come bursting in here
all the time they think
you have hostages.
(suspenseful music)
Hostages?
Why are you even helping me?
You don't even know
what I've done.
Matthew 7.
"Do not judge,
or you too will be judged,
for in the same way you judge
others, you will be judged,
and with the measure you use,
be measured to you."
Do you mind if we pop back
to the office?
I just need to finish
writing something.
-Let's get in there.
-No, I need Fawcett.
Now he's got a hostage in there,
and no-one,
no-one dies on my watch.
Now, I've got to know
what we're dealing with
before we go in there, okay?
I want everyone out alive
and that includes Harper.
I'll get tactical
in position now.
(radio beeps)
(Anna humming)
Baby?
Stop...
-But I...
-I said to you, no phones.
-You can't, okay?
-But I just want to say
goodnight to Mummy.
I always say goodnight to Mummy.
I'll be right back, I promise.
But don't...
you mustn't move, okay?
(distant helicopter whirring)
Are you in trouble, Daddy?
Have you been naughty?
You just need
to get some rest, okay?
We've got a long way to go.
(clock ticking)
(distant helicopter whirring)
GLEN: Anna?
Hello, son.
Only three ways out of here.
-Not now, priest.
-I'm just saying, in life
sometimes we make choices
that we shouldn't...
that we shouldn't...
-Not now, priest!
I'm just pointing out to you...
Just shut the fuck up!
Shut the fuck up,
for Christ's sake!
I don't want to fucking hear it!
Look!
(sobbing)
She sent me a text, and then
I tried to call her back,
but her phone was off!
So I done locations, and look...
he's got her! He's in there!
(distant helicopter whirring)
-We're here. Hurry up!
-The car's on Talbot Street.
Call me when...
Shit!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(sinister music)
(under breath) Fuck!
(hurried footsteps)
I told you lot
about him ages ago!
He'd get drunk
and he gets off his nut.
And now look, he's gonna take
my baby girl away!
So, why do they call
priests "fathers"?
Er, I think it has its origins
in the monastic world
of the medieval period.
The head of the monastery
was the abbot,
meaning "father
of the community", so er,
I guess it comes from there.
So, how long you been a father?
Sorry, I mean...
a priest?
Er, do you know,
I don't actually know,
but long enough.
(chuckles)
So, how long, then?
(clock ticking)
Er, well, a good few years.
I was with the force
before that.
I was 29 years with the Met.
Twenty-nine?
So you had a life before?
So what happened?
I mean, that's a bit
of a career change, innit?
(sinister music)
I saw a lot of things
in my time, but, um,
I was working this one case,
a young boy who was...
well, he was being abused by
multiple members of his family.
Ben?
(rain pouring)
(police radio chatter)
Okay, so we have another issue.
We have a young girl in there,
aged five, and her name is Anna.
We need to make contact,
we need to get her out first
because I don't want
this going left,
and I don't want the press
knowing about this,
and I don't want a media frenzy.
I'm on it. Pam's here,
she's our negotiator
and probably best
to try and make contact.
I'll speak to him.
I really think that we...
Okay.
(rain pouring)
Over at twelve,
proceed to make contact.
Some of the letters we found
were, well,
truly heart-breaking.
(dark music)
It came down to the mother
who covered it up.
She just couldn't bring herself
to believe it.
GLEN: Shit.
That...that's fucked.
(clock ticking)
I mean, words fail me
too sometimes.
Have a seat.
FATHER: He wrote
lots of letters, um,
I remember them to this day.
They were addressed to his
father who abandoned him,
who he never met.
So, I think we worked on that
case for about four years,
and social services
were involved,
er, but there was never
any real, hard evidence.
which, you know,
which made it worse really,
because, you know, knowing
but being unable
to do anything about it.
(sinister music)
(clock ticking)
And then one morning
we had a callout to the house.
My partner Aaron, um, yeah,
Aaron Eaton, we got the call.
We found a stash of letters
in his bedroom.
I-I think his mother hadn't had
time to hide them
and I remember the last
one exactly.
"I don't want to do
this anymore.
I wish I could go to sleep
and never, never wake up.
I hate them, all of them.
I think it must be nicer
not to be here."
I-I couldn't talk about it,
I had no words. I was just numb.
I couldn''t get it out
of my head,
for a child to take
his own life.
(sinister music)
It was like he was reaching out
for help, and nobody, well...
they ignored him.
That poor kid really suffered.
I would kill anyone who touched
my baby girl.
Anyone.
With all due respect, we've been
trying to get this Fawcett
for the last few hours
and no joy. Let's get in there.
Are we 100% sure that
Harper's in there?
Because we don't want
to mess this up.
Well, unless someone's got
his mobile, yes.
He's definitely in there.
Er, Fawcett?
We've been trying to get
her on the phone, but no joy.
Okay, so how about Farmer?
Has she shown up yet?
No, ma'am.
Okay, stay on it.
(under breath) Take this for me?
Thanks.
(dark music)
So, that day really changed
my life, to be honest with you.
Um, reading his letters
and seeing his pictures.
And after that,
I-I left the force, um...
Yeah, and it really messed
with my head, to be honest.
I mean, I turned to drink,
and um,
well, all sorts of...all sorts.
The things I'd seen haunted me.
A year or two later,
I found out I had a son
of my own.
So I tracked down the mother,
as you do, and um, yeah...
Unfortunately by then
he'd passed away
so I never actually got
to meet him.
I'm sorry.
Is-is that when you found God?
I think it's safer to say
that God found me.
FATHER: There was this one other
thing that happened.
GLEN: Another case?
FATHER: Yeah.
FATHER: I knew that bureaucracy
would let him walk free.
GLEN: What did he do?
(sinister music)
FATHER: Deus vult. Retribution.
If he believed, maybe he thought
it was God's work,
of the kind you see in those
medieval paintings
out there in the church.
I mean, I tried counselling,
other things.
Only God gave me
direction again.
And he''s continued to kill,
to punish freely.
Perhaps it is God's will.
Something tells me we're gonna
be in for a long night.
Mm, it seems so.
FATHER: The police out there...
We may need to have
some more coffee.
-FATHER: They know.
-Right you are, Ma'am.
And they let it happen,
and they should have done
something to stop it.
Did they catch 'em?
The people that done that
to the kid?
Did they catch 'em?
Er, yes.
FATHER: Yes.
Good.
Hope they fucking rot.
(sirens blaring)
(police chatter)
Nothing's come back yet,
but they're going to call me
as soon as.
-No problem. Thanks for coming.
I'm so sorry I missed all
the calls, I was caught up.
Never mind, I'm here now.
Where are we at?
Right, well, I was hoping
that you would tell me that.
Right, we think he's got Farmer
in there
along with at least
one other hostage
and I want them all out alive,
including him.
Hostages?
Yeah. Why do you sound
so surprised?
Well, it just doesn't fit
his MO.
Okay, explain?
Hostages are for
self-preservation.
He'd hold them as a pledge until
his demands were met to escape.
People are targets or tools.
He's up to something.
Has he made any requests?
Well no, I haven't spoken
to him yet.
I wanted to speak to you first.
(suspenseful music)
Can I ask you a question,
Father?
Yes, of course...and please,
call me Brian.
Do you think God
forgives those who kill?
Why do you ask me...?
I mean, he's meant to be
all-merciful and...
forgiving, right?
In the Bible, it says,
"Thou shall not kill."
So you do read the Bible.
Nah...(laughs)
I mean, I know
the Ten Commandments.
Well, some of 'em.
The Father forgives all sin
except blasphemy
against the spirit.
Why do you ask?
FAWCETT: There was purpose
behind his actions
in the way he killed
his victims,
hence why he sat and watched,
drinking tea.
-Mmm.
-If he's got Patricia in there,
there must also be a purpose.
You see, I remember,
when I was younger in school,
they used to make us
do these, um,
confessional thingymajigs.
And you would talk to a priest,
tell him all your sins.
You know what I mean, right?
Yes, I think so, yes.
You see, they always
made it very clear
that whatever we told 'em
would never leave the room
and no-one else
would hear of it.
So, if someone was to commit
a crime, let's say,
a murder or something...
Would you...
would you grass?
(clock ticking)
Would you grass?
Grass?
Yeah, you know what I mean.
Talk to the police.
Yeah, I know what grass means,
I've just never been
asked it before, that's all.
I mean, do you mean me,
or priests in general?
Both.
(helicopter whirring)
(clock ticking)
Well, your secret would be
protected by the Catholic law,
or at least it should be.
It would probably depend
on the priest in question.
But would you say something?
Would you say something?
I'd say make peace
with yourself, son.
That's the important thing.
The rest is up to Him up there.
(clock ticking)
So, what do we do now?
(rain pouring)
Our job.
We need to speak to Burns.
(radio chatter)
BAILEY: I don't think
he's done killing.
FATHER: So, what will you do?
What do you mean?
Well, you can't run
forever, son.
I learnt that a long time ago.
I dunno, but I don't want to go
back to prison. Well, I can't.
Back to prison?
Yeah.
You see, I've always wondered
why people go back to prison,
you know, in and out,
as if one visit isn't enough.
Yeah.
I've been in and out since
I was a kid, all types of shit.
I'm not proud of it, but I mean,
shit happens, doesn't it?
But...
I'm not going back.
I said I'd do something tonight.
And I'm going to.
No matter what.
(clock ticking)
Hm.
(shoes clunking on floor)
Are you okay, baby?
-I'm cold.
-Okay.
It's not the warmest place
to be, is it?
(Father chuckles)
(jacket rustling)
Come here, okay?
That's it.
Good girl.
Yes.
Can we go now, Daddy?
We're going to go soon, okay?
But we've been here
for a long time now.
I said, we're gonna go soon,
alright?
(rain pouring)
BAILEY: So what,
you think we're good?
PENVILLE: I think there's more
than enough evidence.
-Mm-hm.
-No lawyer could ever
get him off.
-Great.
We just need to confirm
with the DNA.
Yeah, get it over to the lab
as soon as possible
and let me know.
I'll be there soon.
Yeah, okay. See you shortly.
Yeah, bye.
-Good news?
-I'm not sure yet.
Penville thinks he's
found something.
He's running some DNA
from the house.
(dark music)
(police radio chatter)
(clock ticking)
Why this fuss?
Why are you running?
Why are you leaving?
Listen, I'm a priest,
and I was a policeman.
I've heard every confession
there is to hear.
I believe God brought
you to me for a reason.
You spoke earlier about
why you left the force
and the case
that made you leave.
Well, that was my...
that was my life, kind of.
Well, not the abuse, but...
I was in and out of foster care.
Different families,
and then the care homes
turned into prison cells,
and that was that.
(clock ticking)
What happened to your parents?
If you can call 'em that.
Er...my dad, I never met him.
Got my mum pregnant,
and then she died of an overdose
when I was about six or seven.
I believe that children are
a blessing from the Almighty.
No child should be without
their parent.
The world's a hard place
as it is
without having to navigate
through it alone.
Yeah, it was kind of tough,
I'm not gonna lie.
But then I had a child
of my own,
my angel.
(sighs)
-I love that girl.
-Just the one?
Yeah, Anna.
I just, I wanted to make sure
I could give her all the things
I never had.
Hm.
But now I've messed up,
and I've gotta go.
It can't be that bad, surely?
Murder.
Yeah.
And I got in way too deep.
See, I was never academic,
I was just...
good at robberies,
or hurting people.
I just wanted to belong.
Does that make sense?
Yes-yes, of course it does, yes.
We all wish to belong,
son, somewhere.
Anyway, I got involved,
er, with...
Mm, I won't tell you,
'cause you're an
ex-police officer!
Listen, if you were talking
about Ronnie and Reg,
or the Richardsons,
I might remember, but, er,
anyone else is way
after my time, I'm sure.
Well anyway, I needed the money.
So, I ended up doing, er,
a few bits and bobs for 'em.
And they sent me on a move.
They said I was the driver.
(dramatic music)
A driver, they said.
But I was theirs.
They owned me.
They said it was just a robbery,
they didn't say
anything about...
(sinister music)
Then they told me
I had to do it again.
Do you know how it feels
to be owned, Father?
Controlled, like a puppet?
They kept reminding me
just how much
I love my little girl,
like I didn't know already.
They had so much money
and power, and knew everyone.
So you, um...
I done something about it.
I had to.
It's my little girl.
Hello? It's Detective
Bailey here
from the Metropolitan Police.
Can you hear me?
(suspenseful music)
BAILEY: The place is completely
surrounded.
I'm sure that you've
looked outside.
I just want to talk, okay?
(footsteps)
Hello?
Please answer your phone
as it rings.
It's Detective Bailey.
(cautious footsteps)
(telephone ringing)
Go ahead, son.
Answer it.
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
Glen?
(rain pouring)
It's Detective Bailey.
How you doing?
It's been a long night, right?
We both know what you want,
so let's cut all the nice shit.
It's all fucking lies!
Look, we can talk
about that later.
It'll be best if you and Anna
leave right now.
What, so you can bang me up?
Nah, I think I'll sit
this one out, love.
See how it pans out.
(rain falling)
Look...
here's the thing.
You're in a lot of danger
right now.
No-one needs to get hurt.
I'm not coming out!
(rain falling)
Glen...
we need you out safe and sound,
and I'm sure...
(footsteps approaching)
Come here, baby. Come here.
(gentle music)
(police radio beeps)
Okay, I love you.
Okay?
Daddy?
It's gonna be okay, baby.
(telephone ringing)
I don't want you to go.
It's gonna be okay.
(telephone ringing)
Hello?
Glen, I'm gonna need you to do
something for me, okay?
We're gonna need you
to send Anna out now.
Send her out now.
Can you do that for me?
Glen, look, I believe you,
but that's not up to me.
There's pressure to send
in the firearm team,
and you need a way out,
you need a lawyer,
and I can get you those things.
I have everything I need
right here.
Glen, this is bigger than you.
Think about Anna.
(gentle music)
You don''t need to put
her at risk.
Remember this, when you're at
the crossroads in life,
ask for the old ways.
Stand in the old ways,
and ask for the old paths,
wherein is the good way,
and walk therein.
Now, you're at the junction now,
right?
Not sure what to do.
There's no junction here, mate.
I know exactly what
I need to do.
Let me grab Pam.
This is her department.
(rain falling)
Alright.
(police radio chatter)
Listen, it'll be fine.
You go outside
and I promise you,
I will come and find you, okay?
Mum...Mummy's gonna be there.
She...She'll take care of you.
But I wanna stay with you.
I know, I know.
I need you to do Daddy a favour.
Do that for me.
She'll be waiting for you.
Now Mummy...Mummy loves you too.
She just, she gets
angry sometimes,
but she's gonna
take care of you.
I'm scared they're gonna
take you away again.
It's...
It's gonna be alright.
I could take, um,
Anna to the door,
make sure she's safe?
Come on, then. You come with me.
Let's go and find Mummy.
Come on then, there you go.
This way, there's a good girl.
There's a good girl.
Come on.
(gentle music)
(door creaks open)
MUM: Anna!
Oh, baby, are you okay?
Anna...
(sobbing)
(police radio beeps)
(ominous music)
(door slams shut)
(sinister music)
FATHER: We repent our sins,
and we will receive in Heaven
according to our works on Earth.
We follow the path that we must,
compelled by your signs.
And bring us together
for your own reasons,
to kill, to live,
to die and to love.
In your infinite wisdom,
we accept
that these are your choices
and not ours.
Even when we cannot understand
why we act,
we trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous, and we find
peace within ourselves.
I pray to be an armour of faith
and a shield of goodwill.
Amen.
All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
You're pretty cool for a priest,
or a copper.
(laughs) I try my best.
Er, do you smoke?
Erm, do you have any cigarettes?
Smoke, you smoke?
And why would that be
so difficult to comprehend?
I dunno, just...
(chuckles) I'm a priest,
not an angel.
We have sex, too. I'm joking!
(laughter)
I'm joking!
I don't smoke.
Well, not anymore, anyway.
I-I gave up a few years ago.
Well, as should I,
it's a disgusting habit really.
Yeah, I agree.
(ominous music)
(telephone ringing)
You might want to answer that.
Hello?
(clock ticking)
They want to talk to you.
(clock ticking)
Um, hello?
Yes, I'm fine.
No, I told you, I'm fine.
I can assure you, Detective,
there's nobody else in here.
No, no, she's gone.
She's definitely not here.
What are they saying?
What are they saying?
Give me the phone, give me
the phone, give me the phone.
Hello?
I told you already,
it's just me and the priest!
(sinister music)
He's lying. Where's Farmer?
He's got no reason to lie.
If she's a hostage
he'd want us to know,
otherwise he's got
no negotiation power.
(rain falling)
Why is he so calm?
He knows this is the end
and he's completely surrounded.
We're dealing with a very
different individual, Bailey.
Most people can't keep
a secret for a day,
but being around
so many criminals,
being involved in the judicial
system can harden your soul,
and a sociopath tired of running
is a very dangerous prospect.
Ma'am, you need to see this.
(sinister music)
(footsteps)
Can we get it opened up?
Yeah. Penville, can you
sort that out, please?
(dramatic music)
Jesus...
Shit!
She could have prevented this,
but she chose to keep him
from me.
She did this to him.
She did this to us.
She will be the last to suffer,
knowing they all died
because of her.
She was the mother
to Harper's son.
FATHER: All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
Don't live here, do you?
No, I live over...
do you know the area?
Yeah, I'm off Prescott.
Ah, well, I'm the other side,
I'm by Willingborough.
(clock ticking)
Are you here for the night?
No, no, no...I'm, um...
I'm leaving soon.
Do you mind if we pray, Father?
Uh...yes, of course.
You-you don't need to do that.
(Father chuckles)
Lord Father, all powerful,
I thank you, for even though
I am a sinner,
you have blessed me with
the body and blood
of your precious son,
our Lord Jesus Christ.
We repent our sins,
and will receive in Heaven,
according to our works on Earth.
We follow the path that we must,
compelled by your signs,
to bring us together
for your own reasons,
to kill, to live,
to die, to love.
In your infinite wisdom,
we accept
that these are your choices,
not ours.
Even although we do not
understand why we act,
we trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous, and we find
peace within ourselves.
I pray to be an armour of faith,
and a shield of goodwill.
Amen.
Amen.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
(ominous music)
What is it you're writing?
It's a letter.
To my son.
I'm meeting him tonight.
I thought your son was...
you-you said he was dead?
All debts will be paid,
and the angels will separate
the evil from the righteous.
(sinister music)
(gunshot)
Shit!
-Was that a gunshot?
-Shit, go, go!
-Get in there, get in there!
-Strike, strike, strike,
strike, strike!
(dramatic music)
(footsteps marching)
Armed police!
Hands on your head now, do it!
On the fucking floor now!
-Get down! Do it!
-I didn't do it!
On the floor, now!
Get your head down!
-Just listen to me!
-On the floor!
-Shit...
-Hold on, hold on, hold on...
GLEN: Just listen to me!
It wasn't me!
I swear, it wasn't me!
-Did he say anything before?
-I just don't understand, he...
he gave me this.
(suspenseful music)
Son, I'm sorry that you...
Mercy, have mercy on me.
He didn't finish it.
He definitely finished
writing it.
We're just missing something.
He said...
the only true way out
was to make peace with yourself.
(sighs)
I don't know any theology,
but I doubt there's any peace
where he's going.
Are you not here for me?
I've got a few officers outside
that want to have a chat
with you.
Ryle, can you take him
out please
and make sure he's okay? Go on.
Come on.
(sighs)
He wanted them to see the pain
that he had caused.
(sombre music)
-What?
-Father.
He wanted them to see
the pain that he had endured
all those years.
I kind of almost feel
sorry for him, you know?
Yeah, almost.
Murder's murder though, right?
You alright?
FATHER: The Father forgives
all sin
except blasphemy
against the spirit.
We trust that the angels
will separate the evil
from the righteous.
You wasn''t praying for me.
You was...
praying for yourself.
RYLE: What?
Come on.
(poignant music)