♪ ♪ GEORDIE: It makes you realize, doesn't it?

You lose one thing-- your job, your wife... We're all a few pay packets away from being on the street.

♪ ♪ He's forsaken me, Leonard.

Your cancer is not a punishment.

I'm bloody fuming!

I can talk to him, if you like.

He's never coming back.

No, he isn't.

But you must know that he loved you very much.

You're brilliant!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ("Venus" by Frankie Avalon playing) ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Hey, Venus ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Oh, Venus ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Venus, if you will ♪ ♪ Please send a little girl for me to thrill ♪ ♪ A girl who wants my kisses and my arms ♪ ♪ A girl with all the charms of you ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Venus, make her fair ♪ ♪ A lovely girl with sunlight in her hair ♪ ♪ And take the brightest stars up in the skies ♪ ♪ And place them in her eyes for me ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Venus, goddess of love that you are ♪ ♪ Surely the things I ask ♪ ♪ Can't be too great a task ♪ ♪ Venus, if you do ♪ ♪ I promise that I always will be true ♪ ♪ I'll give her all the love I have to give... ♪ I've been asked by the ladies, and gentleman, of the Parish Missionary Circle repeatedly-- they are quite the persistent bunch... (chuckling) ...to remind you that they are holding a charity auction tomorrow.

Now, as the saying goes, "He who has no charity deserves no mercy."

And believe me, they will be utterly merciless if you do not hand over your money.

(chuckling) As always, if you need to talk to me about anything, bar yesterday's terrible football result, we are a close-knit community, and my door is always open.

(voiceover): Thank you for coming.

Thank you, Vicar.

Thank you.

Unmitigated disaster.

Mrs. Chapman promised us a dozen cakes for the auction.

Do you know how many she's made?

Less than a dozen?

The situation with Sylvia is FUBAR.

Yesterday, she left the house without wearing her girdle.

No girdle, Will.

KATHLEEN: No cakes, Will.

And what is a cake stall without cakes?

Just a table?

JIM: That was wonderful.

You were wonderful.

I was so moved by it, the importance of what you're doing, the gravitas of your role.

ELEANOR: Victoria sponge, Cherry Bakewell, Battenberg!

GRACE: Eleanor has become positively fascistic about this event.

KATHLEEN: Poor Eleanor.

Her husband's quite deaf, you know.

She says the entire thing's driving her to drink.

What doesn't drive her to drink?

Daniel!

(chuckling) I'd love to pick your brains about following in your footsteps.

Absolutely!

You need to speak to her, Will.

Absolutely.

I need twelve cakes, Will.

Absolutely!

The section in the middle, it was just long and boring.

Making your escape, Vicar?

Cover me, will you?

Oh, I don't know how you put up with my wife and her friends.

Those damnable women blathering on!

All part of the service, Mr. Hughes.

NEIL: Yeah, but the way they all moon around that Daniel fellow-- Dansy the pansy, I call him.

Dansy the pansy!

(both laughing) Must've taken you hours to come up with that.

Oh, Lord, incoming.

GRACE: One last thing, Will.

Uh, it's never one last thing with our wives, is it, Adam?

You will say a blessing at the auction, won't you?

There's nothing like a good prayer to guilt the sinners into donating.

Absolutely, I'd be happy to.

(bicycle bell rings) Bonnie!

She certainly is.

Very pretty.

Single?

Widowed.

How tragic.

Or fortunate.

Depending on how you look at it.

We're friends.

But don't let the truth get in the way of a good bit of gossip.

(all laughing) Look at you, doing your vicarring.

They laugh at everything you say?

I am pretty hilarious.

I think it's more likely the dress.

Now, Bonnie Evans...

Yes, Reverend Davenport?

What do you know about cakes?

(Will yelps, Bonnie coughs) WILL: God damn you, Mrs. C!

Blasphemy, Vicar!

(sighs) She hasn't worked once this week.

No cooking, no cleaning-- nothing!

(yelping) Oh, oh!

Leaving a grown man to look after himself, it's outrageous.

(grunts) (exhales) Just cut the burnt bits off.

It's all burnt bits.

(both chuckling) Knife?

Uh... (clears throat) Brandy.

BONNIE: I'm not sure how that's going to help.

(gasps) I did actually come here for a reason, you know.

Oh, not just my scintillating company?

That, too, obviously.

I'm worried about Cath.

She's really sad and mopey.

Oh, poor Cath.

How's George?

(yawning): Good morning.

Oh!

It's nearly 2:00.

I know.

Mm!

♪ ♪ GEORDIE (calling): If you need me, I'll be in bed.

(snaps fingers): We need a thing.

Well, you're gonna have to be a bit more specific than that.

No, you know, you know, when you're in the army, and you make, like, a plan... An operation.

Exactly!

Operation: Get Cath and Geordie back together because they're meant to be, and it's making them miserable that they're not.

(chuckles): That's catchy.

They love each other.

Of course they do.

They just need to be reminded that love is a very splendid thing.

Like the song.

Many-splendored thing.

Really?

(chuckles): Yeah.

But that doesn't even sound like a word-- splendored?

Splendored.

What?

Flour.

(Dickens whines) (Dickens barks) Oh, Lord, not again!

(barks) (Will gasps) Ah... (sighs) ("It's the Same Old Song" by the Four Tops playing) Hail, fine fellows!

How now, Leonardo?

Uh, that's just a little thing we do.

Huh.

Jim's interested in becoming a curate.

I thought you could shed some light.

Wonderful, yes, of course!

LEONARD: Being a priest is about serving God.

It's about patience, tolerance... Mrs. C., what are you doing here?

JIM: Tolerance...

It's about kindness to others.

WILL: Are you trying to annoy me?

Because you're doing a bloody good job of it.

Kindness to others.

You do remember that you work for me?

I'm taking a hiatus.

Perhaps it would be helpful if you told Will why you're taking a hiatus.

I'm no longer a believer.

LEONARD: She and God had a falling-out.

God lost.

You couldn't have lost your faith after you baked 12 cakes?

So selfish.

I'm selfish?

I'm the selfish one?

MRS. CHAPMAN: God deserts us all in the end.

Put that in your little book.

(exhales) WILL: You don't happen to have a dozen cakes lying around, do you?

(playing softly) Reverend.

WILL: Hello, ladies.

Brought you a little something.

It's, uh, baba ghanoush.

GRACE: Baba gha-what?

I'm gonna have to take your word for that.

GRACE: Oh!

Gird your loins, she's on the warpath.

Natalie.

What did I say?

High and taut?

High and taut-- what does that look like to you?

Low and slack.

Nobody likes their bunting low and slack.

(women chuckling) That girl, I can't hold my tongue anymore.

William, can I have a brief word?

(quietly): I doubt it.

I just want to walk you through your movements.

Ladies, attention, please.

Quick run-through.

Uh, Will, you stand here.

I introduce you.

You pray, pray, pray.

String quartet, play, play, play.

And then me.

(clears throat) Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

Then I show them the auction prizes.

WILL: Mm, good haul.

ELEANOR: Perfume was my contribution.

Adam buys me so much, I'm positively drowning in the stuff.

(quietly): Now, there's a pleasing image.

ELEANOR: The prizes will, of course, be on the stage, so... Curtain!

(whispers): Natalie!

(curtain opening) Applause, applause.

(gasps) And, uh, straight into the auction.

Any questions?

Neil?

♪ ♪ (footsteps approach) (exhales) I leave you alone for one morning.

Neil Hughes, local electrician.

And that's his wife.

Grace?

Grace.

This is my friend, Inspector Keating.

Why are there never enough damn saucers for the cups?

Look, why don't we get you home?

Let's cancel the auction.

No.

I, I have to keep going.

I need to keep busy.

When was the last time you saw your husband?

Here, last night.

Neil was still fixing the lights when I left with the girls from the Missionary Circle.

What time was that?

7:00.

And you spent the rest of the evening on your own?

When I woke and he wasn't there, I didn't think anything of it.

If he works late, he'll often sleep in the van.

WILL: Thank you, Grace.

(softly): Larry!

Boss.

Round up the charity ladies.

Sir.

For questioning.

WILL: Geordie?

Hm?

Godspeed.

ELEANOR: He was a wonderful man.

NATALIE: Wonderful.

Some of the time, at least.

ELEANOR: Do anything for anyone.

Absolutely anything.

For a fair price.

ELEANOR: He fixed your kitchen light.

Didn't ask for a penny.

Let Natalie lodge at his house for gratis.

Well, two shillings a week.

ELEANOR: Was it a heart attack, Inspector?

KATHLEEN: My husband had a heart attack.

ELEANOR: Oh, keeled right over in the gooseberry patch.

Stone-cold dead.

Gooseberries were never the same after that.

Right, thank you!

Everybody out, let us do our job.

Very sweet once you get to know them.

Suffice to say that shan't be happening.

I wouldn't be surprised if they talked him to death.

GEORDIE: Anything stolen?

LARRY: Nothing, Boss.

No sign of forced entry, either.

WILL: So, he's fixing the light, slips, falls backwards and... And gets a head wound like that?

He's been hit with something sharp.

Murder?

Almost certainly.

Get anything in here checked for blood and fingerprints.

Boss.

GEORDIE: What did you think of him?

He was... fine.

You didn't like him.

I always thought he was a bit arrogant.

Pompous.

He sounds like a charmer.

Let's check his van.

(women chatting) GEORDIE: How well do you know them?

More than I'd like to, sometimes.

GEORDIE: The wife?

WILL: Nice.

Happily married.

Lucky her.

Aye-aye.

(keys jangling) Looks like someone tried to break in.

What about the others?

Ah, well, Eleanor Ingram.

Rich, gossip.

Nothing brightens a room like her absence.

Natalie Benoit-- French.

Undergraduate.

Quiet, studious.

And Kathleen Wilson, a widow.

Uptight, pious.

♪ ♪ Uptight and pious, you say?

Bloody hell.

(women talking in background) Neil developed them himself.

Said no one ever need see them but us.

Well, now your vicar and the local constabulary.

What must you think of me?

Well, uh...

I never thought you were the type to have an affair.

(chuckles): Neither did I. Middle-aged, a widow.

I mean, to all intents and purposes, I'm invisible.

He made me feel... noticed.

How long was it going on for?

Well, there were a few... Conjugal visits?

He said he was falling in love with me.

He took the photographs, and then nothing.

You must've been desperate to get these back.

How desperate?

Enough to try and break into his van?

Yes.

Enough to attack him?

No!

I left with the other girls.

(voiceover): Then I went back to talk to Neil.

I wanted him to destroy them.

Neil?

(gasps) (voiceover): But he was already dead.

He'd fallen from the ladder and dropped his hammer.

I thought I could use it to break into his van.

But I, I couldn't get in.

So I left.

I left him there.

Can anyone verify your movements?

No, I live alone, Inspector.

I was a joke to him.

That's what hurts the most.

It was all a joke.

A widow offering herself up on a platter.

And a husband cheating on his wife.

Gives the wife motive.

I don't know, I just can't see her killing anyone.

You didn't see this, either.

Don't.

And this one is particularly vivid.

Geordie, please.

Mm... GEORDIE: Do we have a murder weapon?

We do, Boss.

And the weapon is?

The toolbox.

Blood and hair were found on the edge here.

Quite a hefty weight if you clonk that on someone's bonce.

Good work, Larry.

Really?

Really.

Any background on the victim?

MISS SCOTT: Here you go.

Neil Hughes.

Arrested for larceny three months ago.

Neil was stealing?

A wallet went missing at the cricket club.

He's umpire there.

Some congregation.

Breaking commandments all over the shop.

MISS SCOTT: All charges were dropped, but apparently, it caused quite a stir.

No one told me.

I'm beginning to think you're the last to be told anything.

(men talking in background) So, we have a wife, no alibi.

A mistress, no alibi.

Hm, and some pictures I'm trying desperately to erase from my memory.

MAN: Ooh!

Oh, nice catch.

Never really understood cricket.

Are you sure you're a real vicar?

Oh, I like it when it's rained off.

Monsieur Davenport.

Natalie.

I didn't know you worked here.

(quietly): Yeah, surprise, surprise.

Well, I have to pay my way through university somehow.

We're hoping to talk to someone about Neil Hughes.

The theft he was accused of.

Then you can speak to me.

I was the one who reported him.

The team was playing against, uh, Chesterton.

Uh, the wallet was left on the side.

Neil was the only person alone in here.

When the wallet turned up again, I felt terrible.

You lodged with Grace and Neil.

Two years, they were wonderful to me.

And yet you accuse him of theft.

Ah, it was a misunderstanding.

GEORDIE: Was that when you moved out?

Well, I couldn't very well stay after that, could I?

Hm.

Does Neil have a locker?

Yes, um...

It's this one.

Uh, we can take it from here, miss.

(keys jangling) You think she got him in trouble deliberately?

Why would she do that?

She lost her home over it.

Doesn't make sense.

Neither does Neil being a thief.

(jewelry rattling) You were saying?

♪ ♪ This isn't stolen.

Hm?

Someone gave it to him.

I came to realize that my ordination wasn't about what I wanted.

It was about what God wanted of me.

You responded to His call?

And it was the easiest decision I've ever had to make.

I think I'm ready.

I think I'm ready to respond to that call.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Isn't it?

Knowing that God's chosen you.

(exhales) It's incredible.

Do you miss it?

Every day.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Positively festive.

Can't let death get in the way of a good shindig.

WILL: Grace.

How are you?

Drowning in platitudes and casseroles.

People are just trying to be kind.

Um... (envelope opening) You recognize this jewelry?

No.

How about the handwriting?

Is it something to do with Neil's death, do you think?

Just to warn you, old chap, my better half's gunning for you.

ELEANOR: William!

You missed my speech.

That's a shame.

(softly): Is it true?

About Kathleen?

The photos left nothing to the imagination, I heard.

Let's not gossip, Eleanor.

Legs akimbo, apparently.

Actually, I'm really starting to warm to her.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Firstly, let us give thanks to Grace, who insisted we carry on today in memory of her wonderful husband.

Now, if you'd like to make a bid, please write your hopefully extravagant donation on these slips of paper and put them in here.

Uh, write neatly, please.

It's all for the benefit of the refugees.

Hi, Will.

Daniel.

Give me those photographs of Kathleen.

Need some quiet time with them, do you?

JACK (voiceover): God or no God, we're showing our faces.

I'm not feeling very charitable.

Neither am I.

Mingle-- now.

What are you doing with my coffee maker?

Donating it, for the orphans.

It's my coffee maker.

You're not the one who has to clean it!

What is wrong with that bloody woman?

Shoddy composition, out of focus.

I don't think Neil was interested in the artistry.

Anything else you can tell us?

Cheap paper.

I imagine he developed them at home.

Oh, poor Kathleen.

She's always been very sweet to me, they all have.

A homosexual in their midst.

We're rather exotic.

Whereas Neil... Yeah, you can always tell the bastards.

They're the ones who delight in belittling you in front of others.

Are these all you found?

Just those.

Average on a roll is 24.

My guess is Neil has more of these stashed somewhere.

Yeah, perhaps that's why I enjoy their company.

These women are used to being belittled by men, too.

♪ ♪ (people talking and laughing in background) Got your eye on the crystal tumblers?

I'm looking for handwriting that matches this.

Wife seems very calm.

Too calm for my liking.

She's in shock-- it's grief, Geordie.

It's my coffee machine.

This is the one, this is it.

Same E, see?

Eleanor Ingram.

Why is Eleanor giving jewelry to Neil?

ELEANOR (voiceover): My husband got himself into some financial... bother.

Stock markets?

Gambling.

Horses, dogs.

He'd bet on a snail if the returns were good.

And Neil knew?

Paid off the debt for us.

Got some rather dubious characters off Adam's back.

Was good of him.

But you couldn't repay him.

(chuckles) My husband hasn't yet learned how to quit when he's ahead.

So you had to give him your jewelry instead.

It's just belongings.

Your belongings.

I wouldn't blame you for being angry.

At my husband, yes.

At Neil, no.

Where were you the night Neil died, Mrs. Ingram?

At home.

Anyone with you?

Adam was out.

Darling, there you are.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Everything's always fine.

That's what you want to hear, isn't it?

(chuckles): I think someone's had a little too much punch.

I think you better come with us-- you, too, sir.

I don't understand.

You owed a dead man money, which makes you a suspect, Mr. Ingram.

ADAM: I want to speak to your superior.

(sighs): Don't make me arrest you.

♪ ♪ (stammering): I didn't do it, Grace.

You do believe me, don't you?

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) BONNIE (on phone): Will?

All systems go?

T-minus 60 minutes.

Are you going fancy fancy or casual fancy?

Uh, casual fancy.

Jacket casual fancy or... T-minus 59 minutes.

Sorry, sorry, go, go, go, go, go.

Oh, wait, should I wear a jacket?

T-minus 58!

WILL: Sorry, sorry.

Go, go, go, see you there.

(replaces receiver) (exhales) There's one thing that doesn't make sense to me.

Aside from our presence here?

GEORDIE: Why not use your jewelry to pay off your husband's debts in the first place?

Give it to these dubious characters you mentioned.

These were my mother's.

I thought you said they were just belongings.

ADAM: I am more than capable of managing my own finances.

Are you?

Are you, Adam?

Don't you see?

This is just another problem we don't talk about.

We talk about everything.

Aside from our marriage, our finances, your handicap... Don't use that word.

You make me sound inadequate.

ELEANOR: I don't mean it like that.

ADAM: I work.

I provide for you.

ELEANOR: And then you lose it all at the bloody bookie's!

(slaps table): Okay, I clock off in half-an-hour, so how about you two stop bickering, and you tell me exactly what happened last night?

(clears throat) How are the Ingrams?

Unforthcoming.

Yeah, I put them in the cells, that should loosen them up.

Yeah, transpires your rich, happily married couple are neither happily married... Or rich.

And Kathleen, your pious widow's, an out-and-out goer.

Hm, goes to show, I suppose.

Sometimes the only thing you share with a neighbor is a garden fence.

Or a husband.

That, too.

Eagle?

Don't you think you should change?

When have I ever changed to go to the pub?

Indulge me.

(mutters): Indulge you.

It's all I ever bloody do.

Will!

I want you to smell nice.

For who?

For me.

What, you saying I stink?

It strike you as odd that Grace didn't bat an eye when her husband didn't come home?

Maybe he makes a habit of it.

Seducing some lass or other under the pretense of fiddling with her lightbulbs.

(sighs) I thought we were going to the Eagle.

Nope.

But we always go to the Eagle.

Not tonight.

I like the Eagle.

GEORDIE: Promise me one thing.

We're not going to a jazz club.

(music playing) You trying to seduce me?

I've been playing hard to get all this time.

Red wine?

I'd prefer a nice beer at the Eagle.

Bottle of red, please.

WAITER: Good evening... (in low voice): What have you done?

Uh, you'll be needing this later.

Will?

George!

WILL: Well, how about this?

BONNIE: What a coincidence!

Christ on a bike.

Yeah, took the words right out of my mouth.

Are you eating?

No, we just came to admire the decor.

Is this table free?

Course it is.

WILL: Well, how about we push them together?

(quietly): I'd like to do the same to your heads.

Do you mind, Cath?

Do you mind, Geordie?

Would it matter if we did?

There we go.

Thank you.

This is great.

Isn't it great?

And have anything you want, my treat.

Fill it right up to the top.

The lady and I will be needing another bottle.

Like the gentleman says.

Keep 'em coming.

Thank you.

(audience applauding) MAN: Whoo!

Thank you, Frank.

Who knew there was such poetry in the life cycle of a housefly?

(loudly): Awful, bloody awful.

(dish clatters) Who's next?

(woman laughs nervously) That wasn't poetry.

(dishes clanking) Just... because....

I speak... Like this... doesn't make it a poem.

I might as well get up there and read my bloody shopping list!

A pint... of milk.

Cheddar... cheese!

Crusty white loaf!

I've overlooked your moods.

I even overlooked your lack of girdle.

But now you've finally gone too far, and do you know why?

Because I had to listen to a poem about a housefly?

(inhales) No, because you haven't told Jack about the cancer.

You haven't told Will.

You have to tell them.

How do I find the words?

(sighs) We'll find them together, shall we?

So, where was your first night out?

BONNIE: I know, I know this one!

Fish and chip shop.

They walked for hours, and kissed in the moonlight.

WILL: Aw.

Then he was sick in a bush.

Yeah, that was bad fish.

It was because you drank like one.

Who was sick on our third date?

I was pregnant, Geordie.

(clears throat softly) Uh, what about your wedding?

Oh, gorgeous.

Cath looked amazing.

Didn't she?

Lovely.

(others murmur) He was hungover.

Weren't exactly on your best form.

I was pregnant, Geordie.

WILL: Mm.

This is so good, you have to try some.

Hm, only if you try a bit of mine.

(Bonnie giggles) Mm!

I've died and gone to heaven.

Oh, that is, oh!

(kisses fingers) Do that again.

(drops fork, kisses fingers) Mm.

I can't carry that off, can I?

No.

Ridiculous?

Astoundingly so.

(laughing) Didn't you have something for Cathy, Geordie?

Ooh... Money for the weekly shop?

I gave you money for the weekly shop.

No, I meant the, uh, the other thing.

(clears throat) BONNIE: Oh, wow, what's this?

(Bonnie gasps) BONNIE: And he remembered, opal's your favorite.

How sweet is that?

I can't take it.

Why not?

Why not?

Man gives you jewelry, generally means one thing.

And what's that?

It's transactional.

You give me this, you want something in return.

Like what?

(loudly): Sex, generally.

I can't just do a nice thing for no reason?

Based on your previous record, no.

Well, how about this?

Keep the necklace.

(tosses box on table) I don't wanna have sex with you.

How about this?

You keep the necklace, and I don't wanna have sex with you, either.

We thought it would help.

Well, you thought wrong.

Sorry, Bonnie.

(sighs) Well, there's no point in wasting it.

♪ ♪ (Geordie sniffs) Neil asked for money first.

Yes.

Then you gave him the jewelry.

He didn't ask for anything else?

A transaction?

Sex, perhaps?

You really do have a sordid mind.

Neil was a good man, one of the few who didn't refer to my being deaf as a "handicap."

He said he'd wipe the debt if we had one night together.

And you said yes.

Of course she didn't.

Just one night, he said, and it'd be the end of it.

But it wasn't the end of it.

He said he'd tell Adam if we didn't make it a regular arrangement.

I couldn't, I...

I couldn't do it again.

So, you tried to pay him off with this.

You slut.

Mr. Ingram...

It was your mess, Adam.

Sit down.

I was cleaning up your bloody mess like always.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you'd do what you always do!

You'd bury your head in the sand!

I did it for us, Adam.

I did it for you.

ADAM: That bastard.

The bastard!

(laughing) I know!

I think it was a good plan.

It was a good plan.

I think it was the best plan ever thought up by man.

Trojan Horse was a good one.

And that one worked.

True.

(both laugh) The intention was there.

We had good intentions.

Really good intentions.

How lovely are we?

Very lovely.

Very, very, very lovely.

Let's go to your jazz club.

(inhales): Oh, sod it, let's just go back to your place.

Wait, wait, wait, I, I...

I don't think you want to do this.

Don't I?

You're a widow, you're still grieving.

And back down to Earth.

No, I just, I just think you'll regret it in the morning.

Are you telling me that I don't want to have sex with you?

Yes.

I do want to have sex with you.

I'm just saying, it might not be the right thing.

I don't understand you.

One minute, you're all, "Oh, Maya, I just wanna get you into bed and kiss you all over," and then the next minute... Maya was different.

Why?

Well, she was, it was only about sex.

Why can't this be only about sex?

Because you're you.

I'm me.

(sighs) Great.

That's fantastic.

Wait, Bonnie, I...

I don't wanna boast or anything, but I'm really good at it.

I just think you'll regret it.

Oh, my God, you're vicarring me.

You're vicarring me like one of those women.

No, no, I'm, I'm not.

That's all I am to you, isn't it?

It's just, it's just a widow to be vicarred.

No.

You aren't.

I think you're amazing and, and kind... Ugh, kind.

Kind!

At least let me walk you home.

Thank you for not having really great sex with me.

Bonnie!

(sighs) (grunting) (breathes deeply) WILL: Oh, Hallelujah.

She finally turns up.

♪ ♪ (softly): Come and sit down, Will.

I have cancer.

A tumor in my womb.

I've seen a doctor, I'm getting treatment.

And I'm going to get better.

I'm... so sorry.

Doctors can work wonders nowadays, can't they?

Perform miracles.

LEONARD: He's very good, the doctor.

Very competent.

You told Leonard, but you didn't tell me?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ How did I not see it?

I should've seen.

You're not God, Will.

I just assumed she was being her usual annoying self.

Well, she was.

(chuckles) It's what I do, though, isn't it?

Make assumptions.

You can't make this your fault, Will.

You can't know everything.

You can't help everyone.

She's gonna be okay.

Isn't she?

(exhales) ♪ ♪ I didn't know how to tell you.

I couldn't bear to.

You see, your heart means more to me than my own.

I couldn't bear to break it.

I wish it was me who had cancer.

It should've been me.

♪ ♪ Grace.

I'm sorry, I'm sure you're busy.

Not at all.

We have the Ingrams in custody.

Your husband was forcing Eleanor to have relations with him.

I know.

Which is why I had to kill him.

We'd been married a year when I found out Neil was having an affair.

He was contrite and said all the right things.

GEORDIE: How long before he did it again?

A few months.

I realized it was less painful to turn a blind eye.

What was the final straw?

I saw the photographs.

Yeah, hard to turn a blind eye after that, I imagine, hm.

He'd taken them to show his friends.

To laugh over.

WILL: When you went to confront him, where was he?

Up the ladder, fixing a light.

I was so furious, so humiliated.

I hit him.

What with?

I don't remember, I, I...

I was in such a fury.

He fell.

I could see he was gone.

And for a split second, I felt something I hadn't felt for such a long time.

Something... close to happiness.

♪ ♪ WILL: Grace said Neil was fixing the lights.

And he enjoyed humiliating women.

Forcing them to do things they didn't want to.

Laughing at their photographs.

We laughed at them, too.

Oh, give over.

We're not as bad as he was.

Right, go on, then, up you go.

How tall would you say Neil was?

Shorter than me.

Hm.

Try reaching for the light.

Well, if you can hardly reach for it, he wouldn't have a hope in hell.

He was never up the ladder.

He was never up the ladder.

Let me take a look at those.

He harasses Kathleen, Eleanor.

I mean, what's the betting there's more women with stories to tell?

♪ ♪ There were ten photographs of Kathleen.

What happened to the rest?

Boys have searched everywhere.

At the house, the van.

Let's look again.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (sighs) ♪ ♪ It's Natalie, isn't it?

I'd, uh...

I'd never been with a man before.

(sniffles): Never even been kissed.

WILL: What did he do to you, Natalie?

Don't make me say it.

(sighs) Perhaps if I said it for you, that would make it easier.

Did he force himself on you?

When he was done, I, I cried.

And he laughed.

(sniffles) He said I'd get used to it eventually.

That I might even enjoy it.

(sniffling) But I, I cried every time.

(sniffles) (sighs) ♪ ♪ You told us you'd seen the photographs.

But you didn't mean the ones of Kathleen, did you?

You meant the ones of Natalie.

Why did you let her lodge with you?

You knew what kind of man your husband was.

You assumed Natalie would be safe with you there.

She had nowhere else to go.

And I watched him.

I watched him like a hawk, it...

When I realized, I, I found her somewhere else to live.

I thought he'd leave her alone.

And he did.

Until that night.

♪ ♪ (gasps) I thought they'd never leave.

GEORDIE: You accused him of stealing the wallet to try and get him away from you.

And when that didn't work...

I couldn't stand it anymore.

(breathes) (Natalie grunts, tools clanging) WILL (voiceover): You had a good idea who killed him.

You confessed out of guilt.

But I am guilty in a way, aren't I?

A judge will look kindly on her, after what he did, won't he?

I should've done something.

Neil's to blame for all of this.

(voice trembling): But if I'd just... Just done something.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ How well do we know those closest to us?

We think we know them completely, and yet often, we barely know them at all.

♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): We assume we know what others are like.

What they want.

(sniffs) WILL (voiceover): What's good for them.

♪ ♪ We assume we know what they're feeling.

We must learn not to assume, but to listen.

Please.

Please know, my door is always open.

(footsteps approaching) ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ LARRY: According to the staff, two of the residents are missing.

Please find Clem and Ida before anything happens to them.

(clamoring) This is a peaceful protest!

WILL: I'm sorry about the other night.

I like you, a lot.

♪ ♪ I didn't think you'd come back here.

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