Waking the Dead (2000) s01e05 Episode Script
The Blind Beggar: Part 1
Come on, James.
Sing us a song.
Come on! I wish I had you In Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over The deepest ocean The deepest ocean to be by your side But the sea is wide And I can't swim over And neither have I wings to fly I wish I could find me A handy boatman SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE Are you all right, Mum? Oh, I'm OK.
I just needed some air.
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So I'll spend my days In endless roving Soft is the grass And my bed is free (Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee (Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
(Holy Mary, mother of God Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
(Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee (Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
(Holy Mary, mother of God Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
(Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee) APPLAUSE DROWNS SPEECH CHURCH BELLS RING LOUD DRILLING Sorry, Moira.
They'll make an awful lot of dust.
They have their job to do.
It might be worth leaving it till they've finished.
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! That's concrete.
Well, WE'RE in the right place.
Get us some light will ya, mate? Fetch the priest.
What do we call a Catholic priest? Father? No, that's for his flock.
I take it you're not a churchgoer? Hatchings, matchings, despatchings - that's me.
What's that? Births, weddings and deaths.
Mr Boyd? Hi.
Kevin Ryan, St Joseph's parish priest.
This is Colm Hare.
His men discovered the remains.
Health and safety, boys.
Thank you.
Do you want one? I have my own protection.
Is this the only access? Yes.
Who found it? Me.
You were digging a trench? Yep.
For what purpose? The foundations needed underpinning.
It's not dangerous.
Yet.
What's this white stuff? Compacted chalk.
It's the foundations of an earlier church.
St Joseph's was built in 1850.
We're on the site of the earlier church.
Could the bones come from it? Not in concrete.
It's modern.
What's this place used for? Coffee mornings, mother and child groups.
What was it originally? In the original church, an ossuary - for the bones of dead parishioners.
After the 19th-century rebuilding, it was just a crypt.
Central heating was installed and the place done up in 1980 1982.
My dad did the work.
- Can we talk to him? - No.
He died 16 years ago.
What was his name? Gabriel Hare.
I don't suppose he mentioned finding bones or bodies here? No.
Who was the parish priest then? Father Sebastian Stuart.
Where is he now? Retired.
Retired.
Well, we're gonna be here for a while so, if we need anything, we'll give you a call.
OK? Thank you.
Well, this concrete is old, but not that old.
I'd say about 20 years is probably right.
Maybe somebody just found a load of old bones and poured concrete all over them rather than deal with it.
No, because there's liquefaction and that sickly-sweet smell.
That body was flesh and blood when it was put in.
The flesh has turned into a sort of syrup.
One sniff and you'll never eat another mince pie.
Is it a male mince pie or a female mince pie? Couldn't say until I get it out.
How long? Depends.
One, maybe two days.
What's up? We found a body in the crypt, in the middle of the trench.
My God.
Are you all right? Yes.
Fine.
I'll need a statement from you about what you found.
OK.
If there's anything you can remember from the time your father worked here No, I was only a kid.
Yeah, I know.
There was the guy who came round and questioned my dad after he'd done up the crypt.
Was he from the police? No, he was just a guy.
He lived up Rule Street.
I remember he said to my dad that his wife had disappeared into the church.
Did she ever come out again? No.
But later my dad said that the guy was mad.
Not figuratively mad, but literally.
Elaine Morrison.
Born 1961.
Married.
No children.
No debts.
She left for work on April 10th 1982 and never came back.
Her husband reported her missing What was her job? It says there - typist in a bank.
What connects her to the church? She sang in the choir and she went on a trip to France with them.
Singing? Yeah, but the point is she came back, resumed her life, then disappeared two weeks later.
She didn't kiss a frog and fall in love? Well, it says here "thorough enquiries were made.
" God knows how they got a bobby and a gendarme on the same wavelength 20 years ago.
Anyway, she wasn't in France.
Right.
Rule Street.
34, 32, 30.
Well, he's not here, is he? Is there any point knocking on doors nearby? Are you feeling athletic, then? Very.
OK, shoe leather time.
Cool.
Yeah? DS Spencer Jordan.
I'm looking for the man that used to live next door, a Mr Morrison.
I don't know anyone with that name.
I'm making enquiries about this woman who lived opposite you.
Do you recognise her? No.
There's a version of Corinthians in this missal.
See if you approve.
Right, thanks.
BANGING AND DRILLING Sorry, there are no services today.
I'm just looking round.
Dr Grace Foley, Home Office scientist.
Kevin Ryan.
You genuflected.
Did I? Reflex.
I used to be a Catholic.
Oh, I know - no such thing as "used to be".
Sometimes cliches are true.
Your colleague's in the crypt.
Yeah, I can hear.
Is it worthwhile her doing that when you've got the builders in? Habit.
And we're having a service for her and her husband at the weekend - if she doesn't polish away the church.
Why did you move the host? Among other things, safekeeping.
Because you believe it's the body of Christ.
We do.
What sort of doctor are you? Psychology.
So there's no "used to be".
Bye-bye.
Oh, I don't believe it! What's the matter? I'm going to take up smoking.
Why? So I can go outside and shout and swear and take a drag of a fag.
Good idea, Frankie.
Right.
This way.
Have you got a number? KNOCK ON DOOR Hello? Who are you? Detective Superintendent Boyd.
DC Silver.
You are Sebastian Stuart? That's me.
May we, er? Well, I can't stand.
No, of course.
We wanted to talk to you about Yes, I know what you're here about.
We have phones, you know.
Do you remember the renovation on St Joseph's crypt in 1982? I'm not gaga.
What's your first name? Um, Peter.
- And you? - Mel.
Amelia.
Are you Catholics? Show some charity and open that cupboard there.
Yes, yes, that one there.
OK.
Why are the police here, Mum? Col's men found a body in the crypt.
It's a crypt.
Col says the body's buried in modern concrete.
Mum? Are you OK? Of course.
It's the shock, that's all.
Will your service of renewal still go ahead? Of course.
They'll be finished here soon.
Come on.
We'll be late.
What's your question? Er, when the work was done to the crypt in 1982, who had access to the building? Anybody.
Everybody.
It's a church, not a bank.
But Gabriel Hare was the builder in charge? If you know, why do you ask? Did he mention coming across anything unusual at any time, making any sort of discoveries? Of? Ofof anything, really.
You mean bones or bodies, Inspector? Ideally, yeah.
- No, he found nothing.
- Are you sure? I think I'd remember bodies, don't you? Turn me over, Amelia.
If I stay in one place, my lungs fill up.
Lift me over to my other side so thatI don't drown.
I went round the crypt with Gabriel Hare.
Er, it was just bare earth and empty tombs.
Does the body run along under this arch? Yeah, possibly.
Why didn't they just dig the grave further out? I don't think they dug a grave.
I think they just put the body in a pre-existing void.
What's the void? Well, a medieval tomb, I think.
Look.
I've been getting some bits of rubble out.
You see, I think the people that built this church in the 19th century just filled the void with hard core and then later, probably in the 1980s, somebody cleared the rubble out, revealed the void, put the body in and then poured the concrete on top.
Tell me, what kind of, er, a person was Gabriel Hare? Well, he wouldn't kill somebody and leave them in the crypt, if that's what you're asking.
No, he was ahe was a hard worker, a loyal family man.
Oh, good heavens! The poor man's dead! Analysis of his character is out of our hands.
How did he die? Oh, an industrial accident.
He fell from some scaffolding.
This is basically brick dust.
Yeah.
The rubble was cleared out of the void very carefully.
If you were just hiding a body, you'd clear enough rubble out to put the body in, plus four inches, - and then pour the concrete on top.
- But there's a but.
Well, it's a bit odd.
Do you remember Elaine Morrison? - You think it's her! Well, it's not.
- You seem certain.
Elaine left her husband because he was round the bend.
She'd been gone for months before we started that building work.
So, whoever you've found, it's not her.
KNOCK ON DOOR Oh, Moira.
Have you met the police officers? No.
Er, this one's Peter.
How do you do? And this is Amelia.
Hi.
They're not Catholics, but they're not quite heathen either.
Pass me my whisky, Moira.
Would you just give us a minute, Mrs Bowen? Moira has an important appointment with me.
We're going to discuss .
.
we're going to discuss the renewalof her wedding vows.
Yes, a man and a woman made a vow and keep their word for 40 years.
We haven't quite finished.
I'm tired.
And I've yet to speak to Moira.
This is a possible murder enquiry, sir.
According to you, the body has been there for 20 years.
What difference will one more day make, Inspector? How are you? I've ordered lilies for the church.
We had lilies the last time.
Lilies? I don't remember.
How's James? We both wish you would say a nuptial mass for us, like you did at our wedding.
Oh, I was a young man then.
Fit.
Able.
You were strong.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean No.
No.
Moira.
Moira look at me.
How could I say your nuptial mass? I know.
You could hear my confession.
No, Father Ryan's your priest.
You don't have to be able to move to hear confession.
No, Moira, no.
Sebastian, for pity's sake! No.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is two weeks since my last confession Moira, no! No! How much does that weigh, then? About 500 kilos.
MUSIC: "Carrickfergus" DOOR CLOSES Your clothes are filthy! It's work dirt.
Work dirt is honest.
You don't need to get your hands dirty now.
You've got workers.
And Bridget.
Do you want some tea? No.
I want some quiet.
Father Stuart is definitely going to come.
We chose a reading - Corinthians.
Good.
It's what we had when he married us.
Oh, and I've ordered some lilies.
.
.
James! You're not ready.
You need to change if you're going to the vigil.
Your clothes.
I dreamt of meeting Nick in that church.
I used to dream he stood there, reaching towards me.
It's Nick, isn't it? Ah, don't be silly.
Why do you keep saying that? Well, he's somewhere.
Everybody's somewhere.
Nick's probably got a girl and a life and a family somewhere.
He'd be 40 now.
James! Go up and get changed! You're making the sofa dirty.
The priest gave me these - plans from the construction of St Joseph's in 1850.
They clearly show the in-filled tombs.
.
.
These are from the council planning department - conversions of the crypt in 1982.
The dotted lines are where the tombs are believed to be.
Neither mentions occupied tombs.
When in 1982? There.
June.
Three months AFTER Elaine Morrison left home.
So it's not her.
So we need a list of everyone reported missing during June 1982.
The body could have been kept somewhere for three months.
Possible.
Yeah, but weeks rather than months.
Otherwise the relationship between keeper and corpse would change.
Hi.
Hi, Frankie.
How are you doing opening up the slab? This afternoon, with any luck.
How did you get on with the old parish priest? Difficult.
I think he wanted us to know who was the boss.
Very priestly.
He was defensive about Gabriel Hare.
Well, was he? Why mention him at all, then? So what was he doing? It's a pity we can't speak to, um, Gabriel.
Well, he's dead.
All the people you want to talk to are dead.
I was a sergeant, Grace was A post-grad student.
.
.
and all the people I'd like to interview were alive! "Events now far in the past were once far in the future.
" I never even learned anything worth quoting.
The electrical contractor, James Bowen, who did the crypt 20 years ago, IS still alive.
Fantastic.
If he's alive, let's talk to him.
- The void was cleaned out.
- Before the body was put in.
So? It wasn't just dumped in and concrete poured on top.
It was done by someone skilled in concrete work.
Like our dead builder man, Gabriel? Yep, but it is a skill a lot of people have.
Yeah, but careful preparation of the burial place signifies a relationship with the dead person.
What sort of relationship? Marriage.
Blood.
Ritual.
Some sort of liquid? Water.
Just water? Not if you're a believer.
You're gonna be late.
Ah, Mr Bowen.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
I know who you are.
You do? Good.
I wonder if I can have a chat with you? I'm going out.
Come to my yard tomorrow.
I will.
You did some work in St Joseph's No, I never worked there.
I thought you did the electricity.
I contracted it.
I employed an electrician to do the actual work.
Oh, right.
Who was that, then? No idea.
20 years ago.
Oh, you don't have any records? Not that old.
You belong to the church, don't you? Yep.
So you went into the crypt before it was converted? Well, I must have done, if only to quote for the job.
But I've no memory of doing so.
It's just too long ago.
Of course it is.
What can you tell me about the builder - Mr Gabriel Hare? He was a good man.
Everybody says that.
He must have talked to you about the job? I don't remember it.
He didn't ever mention about excavating graves down there? No.
OK.
I've got to go.
Nothing else you can tell me about Gabriel Hare? No.
Why don't you talk to Colm? A son knows his father best.
Yes, of course he does.
I will.
Thanks.
Was it a man or a woman - the body you found? Why do you ask? We're holding a vigil to pray for the soul of the deceased.
Do souls have a gender, then? No.
People do.
It's two different Latin prayers.
One for a dead man, one for a woman.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Excuse me.
Yeah? 'It's me.
' I think you'd better see this.
Judging by the size of the femoral head, I'd say it was a young male.
His teeth look like he was about 20.
Goodbye, Elaine Morrison, then.
Well, she's somewhere.
What did he die from? Well, it's impossible to say now.
We don't really have any flesh, and I've seen no marks on the skeleton that a knife might make.
Anything on the clothes to indicate violence or a struggle? Um, not really a struggle.
But? What's left of the cuffs does show positive for blood.
His blood? I don't know.
I'll have to DNA test the liquefaction material.
- He cut his wrists? - Not enough blood.
It would be all over his clothes, his abdomen, his thighs.
Is that it? The forensic pathologist may come up with more during the post mortem.
Nothing you can give me now? He had black hair and size ten boots.
No diary? Driving licence? These are the remnants from his clothing? Yeah.
Very English.
Denim trousers, plaid shirt, underwear from Marks and Spencers and Doc Martens.
What's all this stuff? I can have the pieces of wood tested for source and age, but I don't think it'll help cos they're mass produced.
Look at this.
It's ritual.
MUSIC: "Pie Jesu" (Nick? (Nick! (Nick! Nick!) Excuse me, I'm looking for the priest.
Knock at the presbytery.
Are you OK? I'm fine.
I was checking the locks.
You frightened me.
Hello, Father.
Anything you learn here, I'd appreciate it if you didn't pass it on.
I'm used to that.
Hello, Father, over here.
This is it.
What did you think? Two small flasks.
One containing water, the other one containing, we assume, wine.
The rosary.
Bowl.
Some pieces of wood and these other beads here.
Maybe some sort of religious cult.
I don't think the beads are connected, but the wood is.
These items signify a knowledge of our church's history.
Nowadays, our church is called plain St Joseph's.
There was a religious building on the site in the 13th century, also called St Joseph's, but named for St Joseph of Arimathea.
Who gave up his tomb for Christ.
The legend says he came to England as a blind beggar, bearing a piece of the true cross.
So the two pieces of wood in the sign of the cross would represent it.
And the bowl represents a begging bowl.
So is it a cult? A cult? No.
Just objects placed there by someone who knows the church's history.
Why? So the original patron saint would intercede on behalf of the dead man.
Intercede in the case of? A mortal sin.
So he'd go to heaven.
What mortal sin? I don't know.
We can't ask him.
I-I do know that.
Er, anything else? Is there a host? A disc of bread? Well, I haven't found one.
But I wouldn't expect one to survive If there's wine and water, I'd expect there to be a consecrated host.
So? I should deal with them.
No.
They're Whatever they are, to me, they're evidence.
May I have a few moments with the remains? Yeah.
Follow me.
Inclina, Domine, aurem tuam ad preces nostras, quibus misericordiam tuam supplices deprecamur, ut animam famuli tui, quam de hoc saeculo migrare iussisti, in pacis ac lucis regione constituas et Sanctorum tuorum iubeas esse consortem I'll take him back, OK? Father if you give me a few minutes, I'll drive you home.
Thanks, Father, for coming.
He really believes the wine is the blood of Christ.
Not figuratively, but really.
That's why he wants them.
It's selective.
It's whatever they want.
Look, I'm just trying to tell you what his beliefs are.
I appreciate that.
.
.
Now, what about the rest of this? The beads are? Cheap hippie stuff.
Sold by the lorry load in the '60s.
Is that it? Have we got everything covered? Well, um No.
The priest has just explained something to me.
OK, what do you see? A piece of concrete? Look closely.
A piece of concrete with holes in it.
Exactly.
I thought maybe they were imprints off something the body had been wrapped in.
St Joseph of Arimathea was a blind beggar.
These marks might be Braille.
How did they get there? Maybe from Braille pages.
Are you saying he's blind? No, the objects in the grave were symbolic.
He may or may not have been blind.
Can you tell from a skeleton whether he is blind? I'll check and get this Braille read.
Tomorrow.
Thanks for the lift.
Father, I need a list of any blind people that you might have in the parish.
Old people? No, not necessarily, I just mean formally blind.
I don't think we have any.
Maybe in the past? Ask Father Stuart.
Oh.
I will, if you want.
Thanks.
He's not an easy man.
He's very ill.
What's he got against Gabriel Hare? He believes Gabriel committed suicide.
He told me that he fell off the scaffolding But if he jumped, that's a mortal sin, isn't it? Who knows what's in a man's mind immediately before he dies? Compassion when possible, isn't that the church's view? Yes.
Generally, it's the line priests take.
But not Father Stuart.
I believe he refused to bury Gabriel.
Imagine how his family felt about that.
Yeah.
Good night.
MUSIC: "Panus Angelicus" HE SNIFFS Sorry.
Just checking who was in here.
I'm just having a look round and a bit of a think, that's all.
Has the vigil ended? Other people are here.
Was it a man or a woman? We've been through this before.
Why? A-As I said, different prayers for men and women.
Is that the only reason you're asking? Yes.
I don't believe you, Mr Bowen.
Thank you.
I have two children - Bridget, who runs the business with me, and Nick, who should.
Nick is the elder.
We didn't get on.
We argued all the time.
As soon as he left school, he left home.
The last I heard, he was wandering around the country with travellers, living in plastic benders, cadging off the dole.
Imagine.
My son.
When did he leave? He left school in 1978.
Have you seen him since? Once or twice.
When was the most recent? He was 21.
In 1982.
And you think that the body in the crypt might be him? Yes.
Why? I dream it.
I know it's irrational.
But I have this dream over and over where I go into the church and meet Nick.
You don't believe I could dream it and him be there.
No, no, on the contrary, I do.
You don't know what it's like to lose a child.
Are you OK? Went down the wrong way.
Sorry.
In your dream, is Nick alive or dead? I can't say.
Alive, I suppose.
He's walking and talking.
Have you talked to your wife about this? No.
Doctor? No, nor the priest, before you ask.
You should talk No, what does he know? He's hardly out of seminary.
Did Nick used to go to church? Never since he was a little kid.
He didn't believe.
And he never worked for you? No, no.
Or Gabriel Hare? He didn't know Gabriel.
Seehe would have contacted me if he was alive.
Not necessarily.
He may be all right.
People don't always contact their families.
I've had unfinished conversations going round in my head for 20 years.
Why don't you come to our HQ? We can give you a swab DNA test and find out whether he is your sonor not.
Would that help? Yes.
Thank you.
Can I help you? Yes, Cold Cases.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
The door is about another ten feet.
There's some steps here.
Thank you.
Are you a policeman? No.
Is he nice? For a policeman.
I-I'll push the buzzer.
'Can I help you?' Trevor Wright here.
I'm here to read your Braille.
'I'll come down and meet you.
' Hello? Hello? These are latex impressions and we think they may be of Braille.
Identify yourself to the tape recorder then say what you read.
If it doesn't make sense, just say so.
OK.
My name is Trevor Wright.
I'm registered blind and I'm a Braille expert.
I have no sight at all.
I'm reading some material given to me by DS Spencer Jordan.
Also present Dr Foley and Dr Wharton.
OK, they're in the wrong order.
Er, this one first, then this one.
But you can read them? Yes, I can read them.
Have you swapped them? What does it say? I know this off by heart.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, "I understood as a child.
But when I became a man, "I put away childish things.
"For now we see the past through a glass darkly, but then face to face.
"Now I know in part, but then I shall know even as I am known.
" OK.
OK.
Who is it? James.
James who? Nick's dad.
You'd better come in, then.
So, James, long time.
You look well.
So do you.
Look? OK, you sound very fit.
You can tell from the sound? Well, I am.
Never been better.
And your wife? Oh, she's fine.
Sit down.
Least I can do is offer you a cup of tea.
No, I'll do it.
No, no, I will.
I always put everything back in the right place.
So how did you find me? Phone book.
Easy, really.
How long is it, Linsey? More.
Look, I don't suppose you came to small talk after all this time.
So, how's Nick? I came to ask you that.
The last time we met you said you'd broken up and you didn't know where he was.
Still the same.
The last time I saw your son was February the 19th 1982.
That's very precise, Linsey.
It was a Friday.
He walked out on me.
It rained in the evening.
Don't you remember your break-ups? Our generation is different.
We don't break up.
Are you sure you don't know where he is? Quite sure.
Let me get this straight.
You haven't seen him since 1982 either? That's right.
Nor heard from him? No.
I always thought you'd have kept in touch with him.
Yeah, so did I.
I mean, we had our differences, but your family is your family, after all.
We can't choose each other.
Who put these photos here? My dad.
He lives with me.
Nick never mentioned your family.
He was in prison when I knew Nick.
When he came out, he came to live with me.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to pry.
I don't mind.
Pry away.
WhoWho is this? My son.
Vincent.
How old is Vincent? He's 19.
How old? It's Nick's son.
Your grandson.
OK, the corpse, blind or not? I don't know yet.
But some conditions have a genetic component and I've sent a sample off for DNA analysis.
That's very good.
And the Braille? St Paul to the Corinthians.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child ".
.
Now I see through a glass darkly.
" More blindness.
Is someone having us on? No.
The body was never meant to be found.
OK, what else? I went to the local nick and spoke to a DS Wain.
He worked on the fatal accident report on Gabriel Hare, the builder who did the crypt conversion.
DS Wain says it wasn't an accident.
Gabriel killed himself.
The coroner called it misadventure to be nice.
What had Gabriel done that made him kill himself? It's a mystery to DS Wain.
Well, maybe hehelped cover up a murder? - We've no evidence it was murder.
- He didn't bury himself.
What about missing persons? Mel, work your way through them.
Anyone connected with the church, Gabriel Hare or construction.
Yes, sir.
That'll take us weeks.
It'll take HER weeks, Spence.
You can find out how many blind men there were age What? Er, 15-25.
.
.
15-25 living round here in 1982.
I want you to account for each and every one of them.
They'd be 35 to 45 now.
OK? OK.
Thank you.
Look at this! Great.
Don't you like it? No, it's fine.
Oh, Dad.
Try to be a bit romantic! Who's that? I found it.
One of the men must have dropped it.
- Give us a minute, Biddy.
- We've got to go.
We'll be late.
All right.
Take a look.
Do you know who that is? No.
Your grandson.
Nick's son.
Yes.
Nick had a son with that girl Linsey.
Vincent, he's called.
Is he well? Nick? Him.
Vincent.
Why shouldn't he be, Moira? I'm gonna get back.
I'll go with Grace.
OK.
You'll keep a plan of any trenches you dig, then? Yep, I'll keep a count of all the bodies I find, too.
Father Stuart's staying at the presbytery for a few days.
What's he staying for? Liturgy.
Moira wants the service to be exactly like her wedding.
Not too obsessive, then? After of service to the church, I think she can be forgiven a little obsession.
Ah.
It's the wretched peeler.
Come to haunt us all with his tales of corruption and maggots and decay.
So let's go inside.
See what a muck-up you've made of my church.
What do you think? He likes to be in charge.
Was that call for me? No, it was a wrong number.
W-W-What is it, Kevin? Who do you think was in the concrete? Well, I don't know.
No idea? Well, he wasn't on the phone just now.
So that's one down and 52 million to go.
Now, would you hold that street door open? Where are you going? For a walk.
Yes, it's still a walk, even in this.
I'll come with you.
No! That's the whole point of all these batteries and switches, so I don't have to have a nanny! It's dark.
I'm not scared of the dark, Kevin! 'Telephone number 0' 'To return the call, press 3.
' Linsey? Lin? Dad.
What's going on? Are you all right? What's up? Is it Vincent? Oh, no.
Nick's dad was here.
What did he want? Trying to find Nick.
After 20 years? He just wanted to find his son.
He's got a nerve.
Did you tell him? Yes.
And? He just wanted his son.
Well, we don't have his son.
And he's not going to talk to Vincent! Oi! You! Yes? You're James Bowen.
So? So! You keep away from my daughter! As far as you're concerned, she doesn't exist! That goes for your grandson as well! Is that clear?! Sebastian.
Sebastian.
Are you awake? Sebastian.
He's not coming.
He will.
Something's gone wrong.
Probably got a flat battery.
He should have a mobile.
And you can stay up behind me, all right? Here's the happy couple.
Ready now? Father Stuart isn't here yet.
I'm sure he will be soon.
So, family and friends are in the pews.
The music begins and you walk down the aisle.
Da-da de-da-da da-da I'll invite you to stand facing each other, at arms length to begin with, while I say a prayer.
I'll turn and talk about why we're here to the congregation, and you just hold hands facing each other.
Give him your ring.
He'll need that.
And then we go through the service, just like you did the first time.
You slip the ring on Moira's finger.
James! Do it.
Put the ring on Moira's finger.
Father! For God's sake, Father!
Sing us a song.
Come on! I wish I had you In Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over The deepest ocean The deepest ocean to be by your side But the sea is wide And I can't swim over And neither have I wings to fly I wish I could find me A handy boatman SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE Are you all right, Mum? Oh, I'm OK.
I just needed some air.
.
.
So I'll spend my days In endless roving Soft is the grass And my bed is free (Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee (Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
(Holy Mary, mother of God Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
(Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee (Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
(Holy Mary, mother of God Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.
(Hail Mary, full of grace The Lord is with thee) APPLAUSE DROWNS SPEECH CHURCH BELLS RING LOUD DRILLING Sorry, Moira.
They'll make an awful lot of dust.
They have their job to do.
It might be worth leaving it till they've finished.
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! That's concrete.
Well, WE'RE in the right place.
Get us some light will ya, mate? Fetch the priest.
What do we call a Catholic priest? Father? No, that's for his flock.
I take it you're not a churchgoer? Hatchings, matchings, despatchings - that's me.
What's that? Births, weddings and deaths.
Mr Boyd? Hi.
Kevin Ryan, St Joseph's parish priest.
This is Colm Hare.
His men discovered the remains.
Health and safety, boys.
Thank you.
Do you want one? I have my own protection.
Is this the only access? Yes.
Who found it? Me.
You were digging a trench? Yep.
For what purpose? The foundations needed underpinning.
It's not dangerous.
Yet.
What's this white stuff? Compacted chalk.
It's the foundations of an earlier church.
St Joseph's was built in 1850.
We're on the site of the earlier church.
Could the bones come from it? Not in concrete.
It's modern.
What's this place used for? Coffee mornings, mother and child groups.
What was it originally? In the original church, an ossuary - for the bones of dead parishioners.
After the 19th-century rebuilding, it was just a crypt.
Central heating was installed and the place done up in 1980 1982.
My dad did the work.
- Can we talk to him? - No.
He died 16 years ago.
What was his name? Gabriel Hare.
I don't suppose he mentioned finding bones or bodies here? No.
Who was the parish priest then? Father Sebastian Stuart.
Where is he now? Retired.
Retired.
Well, we're gonna be here for a while so, if we need anything, we'll give you a call.
OK? Thank you.
Well, this concrete is old, but not that old.
I'd say about 20 years is probably right.
Maybe somebody just found a load of old bones and poured concrete all over them rather than deal with it.
No, because there's liquefaction and that sickly-sweet smell.
That body was flesh and blood when it was put in.
The flesh has turned into a sort of syrup.
One sniff and you'll never eat another mince pie.
Is it a male mince pie or a female mince pie? Couldn't say until I get it out.
How long? Depends.
One, maybe two days.
What's up? We found a body in the crypt, in the middle of the trench.
My God.
Are you all right? Yes.
Fine.
I'll need a statement from you about what you found.
OK.
If there's anything you can remember from the time your father worked here No, I was only a kid.
Yeah, I know.
There was the guy who came round and questioned my dad after he'd done up the crypt.
Was he from the police? No, he was just a guy.
He lived up Rule Street.
I remember he said to my dad that his wife had disappeared into the church.
Did she ever come out again? No.
But later my dad said that the guy was mad.
Not figuratively mad, but literally.
Elaine Morrison.
Born 1961.
Married.
No children.
No debts.
She left for work on April 10th 1982 and never came back.
Her husband reported her missing What was her job? It says there - typist in a bank.
What connects her to the church? She sang in the choir and she went on a trip to France with them.
Singing? Yeah, but the point is she came back, resumed her life, then disappeared two weeks later.
She didn't kiss a frog and fall in love? Well, it says here "thorough enquiries were made.
" God knows how they got a bobby and a gendarme on the same wavelength 20 years ago.
Anyway, she wasn't in France.
Right.
Rule Street.
34, 32, 30.
Well, he's not here, is he? Is there any point knocking on doors nearby? Are you feeling athletic, then? Very.
OK, shoe leather time.
Cool.
Yeah? DS Spencer Jordan.
I'm looking for the man that used to live next door, a Mr Morrison.
I don't know anyone with that name.
I'm making enquiries about this woman who lived opposite you.
Do you recognise her? No.
There's a version of Corinthians in this missal.
See if you approve.
Right, thanks.
BANGING AND DRILLING Sorry, there are no services today.
I'm just looking round.
Dr Grace Foley, Home Office scientist.
Kevin Ryan.
You genuflected.
Did I? Reflex.
I used to be a Catholic.
Oh, I know - no such thing as "used to be".
Sometimes cliches are true.
Your colleague's in the crypt.
Yeah, I can hear.
Is it worthwhile her doing that when you've got the builders in? Habit.
And we're having a service for her and her husband at the weekend - if she doesn't polish away the church.
Why did you move the host? Among other things, safekeeping.
Because you believe it's the body of Christ.
We do.
What sort of doctor are you? Psychology.
So there's no "used to be".
Bye-bye.
Oh, I don't believe it! What's the matter? I'm going to take up smoking.
Why? So I can go outside and shout and swear and take a drag of a fag.
Good idea, Frankie.
Right.
This way.
Have you got a number? KNOCK ON DOOR Hello? Who are you? Detective Superintendent Boyd.
DC Silver.
You are Sebastian Stuart? That's me.
May we, er? Well, I can't stand.
No, of course.
We wanted to talk to you about Yes, I know what you're here about.
We have phones, you know.
Do you remember the renovation on St Joseph's crypt in 1982? I'm not gaga.
What's your first name? Um, Peter.
- And you? - Mel.
Amelia.
Are you Catholics? Show some charity and open that cupboard there.
Yes, yes, that one there.
OK.
Why are the police here, Mum? Col's men found a body in the crypt.
It's a crypt.
Col says the body's buried in modern concrete.
Mum? Are you OK? Of course.
It's the shock, that's all.
Will your service of renewal still go ahead? Of course.
They'll be finished here soon.
Come on.
We'll be late.
What's your question? Er, when the work was done to the crypt in 1982, who had access to the building? Anybody.
Everybody.
It's a church, not a bank.
But Gabriel Hare was the builder in charge? If you know, why do you ask? Did he mention coming across anything unusual at any time, making any sort of discoveries? Of? Ofof anything, really.
You mean bones or bodies, Inspector? Ideally, yeah.
- No, he found nothing.
- Are you sure? I think I'd remember bodies, don't you? Turn me over, Amelia.
If I stay in one place, my lungs fill up.
Lift me over to my other side so thatI don't drown.
I went round the crypt with Gabriel Hare.
Er, it was just bare earth and empty tombs.
Does the body run along under this arch? Yeah, possibly.
Why didn't they just dig the grave further out? I don't think they dug a grave.
I think they just put the body in a pre-existing void.
What's the void? Well, a medieval tomb, I think.
Look.
I've been getting some bits of rubble out.
You see, I think the people that built this church in the 19th century just filled the void with hard core and then later, probably in the 1980s, somebody cleared the rubble out, revealed the void, put the body in and then poured the concrete on top.
Tell me, what kind of, er, a person was Gabriel Hare? Well, he wouldn't kill somebody and leave them in the crypt, if that's what you're asking.
No, he was ahe was a hard worker, a loyal family man.
Oh, good heavens! The poor man's dead! Analysis of his character is out of our hands.
How did he die? Oh, an industrial accident.
He fell from some scaffolding.
This is basically brick dust.
Yeah.
The rubble was cleared out of the void very carefully.
If you were just hiding a body, you'd clear enough rubble out to put the body in, plus four inches, - and then pour the concrete on top.
- But there's a but.
Well, it's a bit odd.
Do you remember Elaine Morrison? - You think it's her! Well, it's not.
- You seem certain.
Elaine left her husband because he was round the bend.
She'd been gone for months before we started that building work.
So, whoever you've found, it's not her.
KNOCK ON DOOR Oh, Moira.
Have you met the police officers? No.
Er, this one's Peter.
How do you do? And this is Amelia.
Hi.
They're not Catholics, but they're not quite heathen either.
Pass me my whisky, Moira.
Would you just give us a minute, Mrs Bowen? Moira has an important appointment with me.
We're going to discuss .
.
we're going to discuss the renewalof her wedding vows.
Yes, a man and a woman made a vow and keep their word for 40 years.
We haven't quite finished.
I'm tired.
And I've yet to speak to Moira.
This is a possible murder enquiry, sir.
According to you, the body has been there for 20 years.
What difference will one more day make, Inspector? How are you? I've ordered lilies for the church.
We had lilies the last time.
Lilies? I don't remember.
How's James? We both wish you would say a nuptial mass for us, like you did at our wedding.
Oh, I was a young man then.
Fit.
Able.
You were strong.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean No.
No.
Moira.
Moira look at me.
How could I say your nuptial mass? I know.
You could hear my confession.
No, Father Ryan's your priest.
You don't have to be able to move to hear confession.
No, Moira, no.
Sebastian, for pity's sake! No.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It is two weeks since my last confession Moira, no! No! How much does that weigh, then? About 500 kilos.
MUSIC: "Carrickfergus" DOOR CLOSES Your clothes are filthy! It's work dirt.
Work dirt is honest.
You don't need to get your hands dirty now.
You've got workers.
And Bridget.
Do you want some tea? No.
I want some quiet.
Father Stuart is definitely going to come.
We chose a reading - Corinthians.
Good.
It's what we had when he married us.
Oh, and I've ordered some lilies.
.
.
James! You're not ready.
You need to change if you're going to the vigil.
Your clothes.
I dreamt of meeting Nick in that church.
I used to dream he stood there, reaching towards me.
It's Nick, isn't it? Ah, don't be silly.
Why do you keep saying that? Well, he's somewhere.
Everybody's somewhere.
Nick's probably got a girl and a life and a family somewhere.
He'd be 40 now.
James! Go up and get changed! You're making the sofa dirty.
The priest gave me these - plans from the construction of St Joseph's in 1850.
They clearly show the in-filled tombs.
.
.
These are from the council planning department - conversions of the crypt in 1982.
The dotted lines are where the tombs are believed to be.
Neither mentions occupied tombs.
When in 1982? There.
June.
Three months AFTER Elaine Morrison left home.
So it's not her.
So we need a list of everyone reported missing during June 1982.
The body could have been kept somewhere for three months.
Possible.
Yeah, but weeks rather than months.
Otherwise the relationship between keeper and corpse would change.
Hi.
Hi, Frankie.
How are you doing opening up the slab? This afternoon, with any luck.
How did you get on with the old parish priest? Difficult.
I think he wanted us to know who was the boss.
Very priestly.
He was defensive about Gabriel Hare.
Well, was he? Why mention him at all, then? So what was he doing? It's a pity we can't speak to, um, Gabriel.
Well, he's dead.
All the people you want to talk to are dead.
I was a sergeant, Grace was A post-grad student.
.
.
and all the people I'd like to interview were alive! "Events now far in the past were once far in the future.
" I never even learned anything worth quoting.
The electrical contractor, James Bowen, who did the crypt 20 years ago, IS still alive.
Fantastic.
If he's alive, let's talk to him.
- The void was cleaned out.
- Before the body was put in.
So? It wasn't just dumped in and concrete poured on top.
It was done by someone skilled in concrete work.
Like our dead builder man, Gabriel? Yep, but it is a skill a lot of people have.
Yeah, but careful preparation of the burial place signifies a relationship with the dead person.
What sort of relationship? Marriage.
Blood.
Ritual.
Some sort of liquid? Water.
Just water? Not if you're a believer.
You're gonna be late.
Ah, Mr Bowen.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
I know who you are.
You do? Good.
I wonder if I can have a chat with you? I'm going out.
Come to my yard tomorrow.
I will.
You did some work in St Joseph's No, I never worked there.
I thought you did the electricity.
I contracted it.
I employed an electrician to do the actual work.
Oh, right.
Who was that, then? No idea.
20 years ago.
Oh, you don't have any records? Not that old.
You belong to the church, don't you? Yep.
So you went into the crypt before it was converted? Well, I must have done, if only to quote for the job.
But I've no memory of doing so.
It's just too long ago.
Of course it is.
What can you tell me about the builder - Mr Gabriel Hare? He was a good man.
Everybody says that.
He must have talked to you about the job? I don't remember it.
He didn't ever mention about excavating graves down there? No.
OK.
I've got to go.
Nothing else you can tell me about Gabriel Hare? No.
Why don't you talk to Colm? A son knows his father best.
Yes, of course he does.
I will.
Thanks.
Was it a man or a woman - the body you found? Why do you ask? We're holding a vigil to pray for the soul of the deceased.
Do souls have a gender, then? No.
People do.
It's two different Latin prayers.
One for a dead man, one for a woman.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Excuse me.
Yeah? 'It's me.
' I think you'd better see this.
Judging by the size of the femoral head, I'd say it was a young male.
His teeth look like he was about 20.
Goodbye, Elaine Morrison, then.
Well, she's somewhere.
What did he die from? Well, it's impossible to say now.
We don't really have any flesh, and I've seen no marks on the skeleton that a knife might make.
Anything on the clothes to indicate violence or a struggle? Um, not really a struggle.
But? What's left of the cuffs does show positive for blood.
His blood? I don't know.
I'll have to DNA test the liquefaction material.
- He cut his wrists? - Not enough blood.
It would be all over his clothes, his abdomen, his thighs.
Is that it? The forensic pathologist may come up with more during the post mortem.
Nothing you can give me now? He had black hair and size ten boots.
No diary? Driving licence? These are the remnants from his clothing? Yeah.
Very English.
Denim trousers, plaid shirt, underwear from Marks and Spencers and Doc Martens.
What's all this stuff? I can have the pieces of wood tested for source and age, but I don't think it'll help cos they're mass produced.
Look at this.
It's ritual.
MUSIC: "Pie Jesu" (Nick? (Nick! (Nick! Nick!) Excuse me, I'm looking for the priest.
Knock at the presbytery.
Are you OK? I'm fine.
I was checking the locks.
You frightened me.
Hello, Father.
Anything you learn here, I'd appreciate it if you didn't pass it on.
I'm used to that.
Hello, Father, over here.
This is it.
What did you think? Two small flasks.
One containing water, the other one containing, we assume, wine.
The rosary.
Bowl.
Some pieces of wood and these other beads here.
Maybe some sort of religious cult.
I don't think the beads are connected, but the wood is.
These items signify a knowledge of our church's history.
Nowadays, our church is called plain St Joseph's.
There was a religious building on the site in the 13th century, also called St Joseph's, but named for St Joseph of Arimathea.
Who gave up his tomb for Christ.
The legend says he came to England as a blind beggar, bearing a piece of the true cross.
So the two pieces of wood in the sign of the cross would represent it.
And the bowl represents a begging bowl.
So is it a cult? A cult? No.
Just objects placed there by someone who knows the church's history.
Why? So the original patron saint would intercede on behalf of the dead man.
Intercede in the case of? A mortal sin.
So he'd go to heaven.
What mortal sin? I don't know.
We can't ask him.
I-I do know that.
Er, anything else? Is there a host? A disc of bread? Well, I haven't found one.
But I wouldn't expect one to survive If there's wine and water, I'd expect there to be a consecrated host.
So? I should deal with them.
No.
They're Whatever they are, to me, they're evidence.
May I have a few moments with the remains? Yeah.
Follow me.
Inclina, Domine, aurem tuam ad preces nostras, quibus misericordiam tuam supplices deprecamur, ut animam famuli tui, quam de hoc saeculo migrare iussisti, in pacis ac lucis regione constituas et Sanctorum tuorum iubeas esse consortem I'll take him back, OK? Father if you give me a few minutes, I'll drive you home.
Thanks, Father, for coming.
He really believes the wine is the blood of Christ.
Not figuratively, but really.
That's why he wants them.
It's selective.
It's whatever they want.
Look, I'm just trying to tell you what his beliefs are.
I appreciate that.
.
.
Now, what about the rest of this? The beads are? Cheap hippie stuff.
Sold by the lorry load in the '60s.
Is that it? Have we got everything covered? Well, um No.
The priest has just explained something to me.
OK, what do you see? A piece of concrete? Look closely.
A piece of concrete with holes in it.
Exactly.
I thought maybe they were imprints off something the body had been wrapped in.
St Joseph of Arimathea was a blind beggar.
These marks might be Braille.
How did they get there? Maybe from Braille pages.
Are you saying he's blind? No, the objects in the grave were symbolic.
He may or may not have been blind.
Can you tell from a skeleton whether he is blind? I'll check and get this Braille read.
Tomorrow.
Thanks for the lift.
Father, I need a list of any blind people that you might have in the parish.
Old people? No, not necessarily, I just mean formally blind.
I don't think we have any.
Maybe in the past? Ask Father Stuart.
Oh.
I will, if you want.
Thanks.
He's not an easy man.
He's very ill.
What's he got against Gabriel Hare? He believes Gabriel committed suicide.
He told me that he fell off the scaffolding But if he jumped, that's a mortal sin, isn't it? Who knows what's in a man's mind immediately before he dies? Compassion when possible, isn't that the church's view? Yes.
Generally, it's the line priests take.
But not Father Stuart.
I believe he refused to bury Gabriel.
Imagine how his family felt about that.
Yeah.
Good night.
MUSIC: "Panus Angelicus" HE SNIFFS Sorry.
Just checking who was in here.
I'm just having a look round and a bit of a think, that's all.
Has the vigil ended? Other people are here.
Was it a man or a woman? We've been through this before.
Why? A-As I said, different prayers for men and women.
Is that the only reason you're asking? Yes.
I don't believe you, Mr Bowen.
Thank you.
I have two children - Bridget, who runs the business with me, and Nick, who should.
Nick is the elder.
We didn't get on.
We argued all the time.
As soon as he left school, he left home.
The last I heard, he was wandering around the country with travellers, living in plastic benders, cadging off the dole.
Imagine.
My son.
When did he leave? He left school in 1978.
Have you seen him since? Once or twice.
When was the most recent? He was 21.
In 1982.
And you think that the body in the crypt might be him? Yes.
Why? I dream it.
I know it's irrational.
But I have this dream over and over where I go into the church and meet Nick.
You don't believe I could dream it and him be there.
No, no, on the contrary, I do.
You don't know what it's like to lose a child.
Are you OK? Went down the wrong way.
Sorry.
In your dream, is Nick alive or dead? I can't say.
Alive, I suppose.
He's walking and talking.
Have you talked to your wife about this? No.
Doctor? No, nor the priest, before you ask.
You should talk No, what does he know? He's hardly out of seminary.
Did Nick used to go to church? Never since he was a little kid.
He didn't believe.
And he never worked for you? No, no.
Or Gabriel Hare? He didn't know Gabriel.
Seehe would have contacted me if he was alive.
Not necessarily.
He may be all right.
People don't always contact their families.
I've had unfinished conversations going round in my head for 20 years.
Why don't you come to our HQ? We can give you a swab DNA test and find out whether he is your sonor not.
Would that help? Yes.
Thank you.
Can I help you? Yes, Cold Cases.
Detective Superintendent Boyd.
The door is about another ten feet.
There's some steps here.
Thank you.
Are you a policeman? No.
Is he nice? For a policeman.
I-I'll push the buzzer.
'Can I help you?' Trevor Wright here.
I'm here to read your Braille.
'I'll come down and meet you.
' Hello? Hello? These are latex impressions and we think they may be of Braille.
Identify yourself to the tape recorder then say what you read.
If it doesn't make sense, just say so.
OK.
My name is Trevor Wright.
I'm registered blind and I'm a Braille expert.
I have no sight at all.
I'm reading some material given to me by DS Spencer Jordan.
Also present Dr Foley and Dr Wharton.
OK, they're in the wrong order.
Er, this one first, then this one.
But you can read them? Yes, I can read them.
Have you swapped them? What does it say? I know this off by heart.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, "I understood as a child.
But when I became a man, "I put away childish things.
"For now we see the past through a glass darkly, but then face to face.
"Now I know in part, but then I shall know even as I am known.
" OK.
OK.
Who is it? James.
James who? Nick's dad.
You'd better come in, then.
So, James, long time.
You look well.
So do you.
Look? OK, you sound very fit.
You can tell from the sound? Well, I am.
Never been better.
And your wife? Oh, she's fine.
Sit down.
Least I can do is offer you a cup of tea.
No, I'll do it.
No, no, I will.
I always put everything back in the right place.
So how did you find me? Phone book.
Easy, really.
How long is it, Linsey? More.
Look, I don't suppose you came to small talk after all this time.
So, how's Nick? I came to ask you that.
The last time we met you said you'd broken up and you didn't know where he was.
Still the same.
The last time I saw your son was February the 19th 1982.
That's very precise, Linsey.
It was a Friday.
He walked out on me.
It rained in the evening.
Don't you remember your break-ups? Our generation is different.
We don't break up.
Are you sure you don't know where he is? Quite sure.
Let me get this straight.
You haven't seen him since 1982 either? That's right.
Nor heard from him? No.
I always thought you'd have kept in touch with him.
Yeah, so did I.
I mean, we had our differences, but your family is your family, after all.
We can't choose each other.
Who put these photos here? My dad.
He lives with me.
Nick never mentioned your family.
He was in prison when I knew Nick.
When he came out, he came to live with me.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to pry.
I don't mind.
Pry away.
WhoWho is this? My son.
Vincent.
How old is Vincent? He's 19.
How old? It's Nick's son.
Your grandson.
OK, the corpse, blind or not? I don't know yet.
But some conditions have a genetic component and I've sent a sample off for DNA analysis.
That's very good.
And the Braille? St Paul to the Corinthians.
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child ".
.
Now I see through a glass darkly.
" More blindness.
Is someone having us on? No.
The body was never meant to be found.
OK, what else? I went to the local nick and spoke to a DS Wain.
He worked on the fatal accident report on Gabriel Hare, the builder who did the crypt conversion.
DS Wain says it wasn't an accident.
Gabriel killed himself.
The coroner called it misadventure to be nice.
What had Gabriel done that made him kill himself? It's a mystery to DS Wain.
Well, maybe hehelped cover up a murder? - We've no evidence it was murder.
- He didn't bury himself.
What about missing persons? Mel, work your way through them.
Anyone connected with the church, Gabriel Hare or construction.
Yes, sir.
That'll take us weeks.
It'll take HER weeks, Spence.
You can find out how many blind men there were age What? Er, 15-25.
.
.
15-25 living round here in 1982.
I want you to account for each and every one of them.
They'd be 35 to 45 now.
OK? OK.
Thank you.
Look at this! Great.
Don't you like it? No, it's fine.
Oh, Dad.
Try to be a bit romantic! Who's that? I found it.
One of the men must have dropped it.
- Give us a minute, Biddy.
- We've got to go.
We'll be late.
All right.
Take a look.
Do you know who that is? No.
Your grandson.
Nick's son.
Yes.
Nick had a son with that girl Linsey.
Vincent, he's called.
Is he well? Nick? Him.
Vincent.
Why shouldn't he be, Moira? I'm gonna get back.
I'll go with Grace.
OK.
You'll keep a plan of any trenches you dig, then? Yep, I'll keep a count of all the bodies I find, too.
Father Stuart's staying at the presbytery for a few days.
What's he staying for? Liturgy.
Moira wants the service to be exactly like her wedding.
Not too obsessive, then? After of service to the church, I think she can be forgiven a little obsession.
Ah.
It's the wretched peeler.
Come to haunt us all with his tales of corruption and maggots and decay.
So let's go inside.
See what a muck-up you've made of my church.
What do you think? He likes to be in charge.
Was that call for me? No, it was a wrong number.
W-W-What is it, Kevin? Who do you think was in the concrete? Well, I don't know.
No idea? Well, he wasn't on the phone just now.
So that's one down and 52 million to go.
Now, would you hold that street door open? Where are you going? For a walk.
Yes, it's still a walk, even in this.
I'll come with you.
No! That's the whole point of all these batteries and switches, so I don't have to have a nanny! It's dark.
I'm not scared of the dark, Kevin! 'Telephone number 0' 'To return the call, press 3.
' Linsey? Lin? Dad.
What's going on? Are you all right? What's up? Is it Vincent? Oh, no.
Nick's dad was here.
What did he want? Trying to find Nick.
After 20 years? He just wanted to find his son.
He's got a nerve.
Did you tell him? Yes.
And? He just wanted his son.
Well, we don't have his son.
And he's not going to talk to Vincent! Oi! You! Yes? You're James Bowen.
So? So! You keep away from my daughter! As far as you're concerned, she doesn't exist! That goes for your grandson as well! Is that clear?! Sebastian.
Sebastian.
Are you awake? Sebastian.
He's not coming.
He will.
Something's gone wrong.
Probably got a flat battery.
He should have a mobile.
And you can stay up behind me, all right? Here's the happy couple.
Ready now? Father Stuart isn't here yet.
I'm sure he will be soon.
So, family and friends are in the pews.
The music begins and you walk down the aisle.
Da-da de-da-da da-da I'll invite you to stand facing each other, at arms length to begin with, while I say a prayer.
I'll turn and talk about why we're here to the congregation, and you just hold hands facing each other.
Give him your ring.
He'll need that.
And then we go through the service, just like you did the first time.
You slip the ring on Moira's finger.
James! Do it.
Put the ring on Moira's finger.
Father! For God's sake, Father!