JACK BROOKS: The knife from the exorcism kit,
it's missing from my room.
FLO BROOKS: You think Wrigley took it.
JOAN HARTMAN: Clara Rushton. She grew up in Warbler's Green.
As did Grady.
MERRY LANE: We need to leave this place.
Meet me here tomorrow night at nine and we'll go.
FEMALE: Somehow Izzy managed to get the rope
twisted round her neck.
Emma wasn't there. She left Rosie in charge.
SIMON HARPER (OOV): And I know how much
Reverend Fletcher's friendship meant to you.
JOAN HARTMAN: Murderer.
JACK BROOKS: [GASPS] [SCREAMS]
FLO BROOKS: I thought you were ghosting me.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: [OVER THE PHONE]: Why would
I do that?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: How are you?
FLO BROOKS: [OVER THE PHONE]: Yeah, alright.
FLO BROOKS: But, I wasn't the one thrown down a well.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Yeah, yeah, that was,
um, intense.
FLO BROOKS: Fucking psychos.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: [OVER THE PHONE]: Are
you grounded?
FLO BROOKS: No, but,
you're not exactly my mum's favourite person right now.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: I don't blame her.
FLO BROOKS: [OVER THE PHONE]: You didn't
force me to go up there.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: I really like you.
FLO BROOKS: I really like you.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Is your mum there now?
FLO BROOKS: [OVER THE PHONE]: No.
No. Her boyfriend's keeping an eye on me.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Boyfriend?
FLO BROOKS: [OVER THE PHONE]: No, like,
friend, I think. I don't know.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Okay, well, I—I—
LUCAS WRIGLEY: [OVER THE PHONE]: I just thought
I'd call. I'll see you later.
FLO BROOKS: Okay. See you.
I like you.
MIKE SUDDUTH (OOV): Christ! Any suspects?
No, that, that's just down the road.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Uh, but I'm, uh, yeah,
I'm kind of in the middle of something right now.
Uh, yeah, I'm doing a follow up on the bodies in the well.
I'll—I'll call you back.
FLO BROOKS: What was that about, on the phone? Sounds serious.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Uh, yeah, two pensioners
have just been found dead in the next village.
FLO BROOKS: Wow.
It's really all kicking off in ‘Nothing Happens Ville.'
And here you are. Babysitting. You should go.
MIKE SUDDUTH: No. I promised your mum.
FLO BROOKS: No, go on, just text her and ask.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Uh, I'm not sure.
FLO BROOKS: Fine. Yeah, I'll do it.
MIKE SUDDUTH: No, no. I can do it.
FLO BROOKS: Okay. She could have done worse.
MIKE SUDDUTH: I'm sorry. What?
FLO BROOKS: She could have done worse.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Oh, no, I'm not.
Uh, I mean, it's not that.
FLO BROOKS: Okay, okay. Fine.
MIKE SUDDUTH: So, when does, uh, when does school start?
FLO BROOKS: You don't have to do small talk.
I'm fine with silence.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Cool. Ah.
FLO BROOKS: Is that my mum? What'd she say?
MIKE SUDDUTH: Uh, she's on her way.
10 minutes.
So, I don't need to hang around if I don't want to.
FLO BROOKS: There you go then.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Okay.
Lock the door after me.
FLO BROOKS: Oh, lock the door.
I didn't think of that one.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Don't open it to anyone you don't know.
FLO BROOKS: Okay. Just go.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Tell your mum
I'll call her later. Okay?
FLO BROOKS: Okay. Bye.
FLO BROOKS: Urgh. What did you forget? Huh?
ROSIE HARPER: I just need to talk.
FLO BROOKS: Get out. ROSIE HARPER: Two minutes.
FLO BROOKS: Get out!
ROSIE HARPER: Two minutes.
FLO BROOKS: Get out!
ROSIE HARPER: Two minutes.
You owe me. You almost got me grounded.
FLO BROOKS: Almost?
I mean, what does it take for you
to actually be grounded? Kill someone.
ROSIE HARPER: It wasn't my idea.
FLO BROOKS: Oh, don't give me—can you just leave?
ROSIE HARPER: You need to know.
FLO BROOKS: Fine. But, you know, make it quick.
‘Cause my mum's gonna be home any minute.
You know, I think she might actually hurt you.
ROSIE HARPER: Look, I know you don't like me.
FLO BROOKS: Oh, I wonder why?
Shooting at us. Throwing Wrigley down a well.
ROSIE HARPER: No one threw Wrigley down the well.
FLO BROOKS: Oh yeah, sure.
ROSIE HARPER: Did you see us throw him down the well?
FLO BROOKS: Uh, no, because you put a bag over my head.
Remember?
ROSIE HARPER: Isn't it odd that he didn't hurt himself?
It was all planned. The attack. The bag over your head.
We tied a rope around him and lowered him down.
FLO BROOKS: No, I don't believe you.
ROSIE HARPER: Believe what you want.
Whose idea was it to meet up there?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Hi. Reverend Brooks.
JACK BROOKS: Wrigley.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: It's a good act, right?
Poor wriggly Wrigley. I'm gonna wait till it's dark
and then we're gonna go for a drive.
There's just one more thing I need to get.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Sorry Reverend. It's gonna be a bit cramped.
VAGRANT: Argh—
VAGRANT: Urgh!
Ah!
LUCAS WRIGLEY
(OOV): Be right back, Reverend.
JACK BROOKS: Where's Flo?
Where's Flo?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Your turn.
JACK BROOKS: What have you done with Flo?
Wrigley. Wrigley! What have you done
with Flo?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Don't.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Walk.
JACK BROOKS: Wrigley. you're hurting me.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Walk.
JACK BROOKS: Ah!
[CRIES]. You killed Reverend Fletcher.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Well, technically he killed himself.
Just like you are going to. Don't move.
JACK BROOKS: Oh my God.
Lucas. You can't. Oh my God.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Get up. On that altar.
Put the noose around your neck or I'll kill her.
ROSIE HARPER: Please, no.
JACK BROOKS: I can't move.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Do it now. Or I'll make it slow.
JACK BROOKS: Oh, Rosie. Don't hurt her.
Please don't hurt her. Please don't hurt her.
ROSIE HARPER: [LAUGHS].
LUCAS WRIGLEY: You should have seen the look
on Reverend Fletcher's face
when he understood he'd been played.
JACK BROOKS: Why? Why? What?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: It was just me and my aunt.
And then suddenly he showed up
pretending he's interested in her.
That fucking gay liar was using her.
He didn't like her like that. The dumb bitch couldn't see it.
ROSIE HARPER: Also, Fletcher saw Lucas
doing press-ups.
JACK BROOKS: It's just a fake.
It's all fake. Lucas, please. Stop—
ROSIE HARPER: He was a pain in the arse for my dad as well.
You know, with the martyrs and the vault.
We tried to warn him. We tried to get him to leave,
but the—the stupid cunt couldn't take the hint.
JACK BROOKS: But he—he didn't have to die.
I mean your aunt.
What? Why? Why would you kill your aunt?
LUCAS WRIGLEY: We're not in a fucking
Agatha Christie novel. Get up there now!
JACK BROOKS: Lucas, I am not going to make this easy for you.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Yeah, you will.
JACK BROOKS: Lucas, please.
FLO BROOKS: Mum! Mum! Mum!
Mum—please, please.
JACK BROOKS: Argh.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Get up.
Get on that fucking chair now!
FLO BROOKS: Please, no. no, no.
JACK BROOKS: You really think people are gonna believe
that I killed my own daughter, and then set fire to the chapel,
and then hung myself? Yeah? FLO BROOKS (OOV): No.
FLO BROOKS: No. Please.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Flo will be missing
and fire fucks up everything.
By the time the police piece it together we will be long gone.
Now, get up on the fucking chair.
FLO BROOKS: No, mum, don't. Please don't.
LUCAS WRIGLEY (OOV): Or I start cutting her up.
FLO BROOKS: No mum.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Bit by bit.
FLO BROOKS: No, no, no, no.
JACK BROOKS: Flo. I love you.
FLO BROOKS: I love you too.
JACK BROOKS: You really want me to do this?
Yeah. It's okay.
FLO BROOKS: No, mum.
JACK BROOKS: It's okay, Flo.
FLO BROOKS: No. No! no.
JACK BROOKS: Run!
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Kill you.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: You fucking bitch!
JACK BROOKS: Argh, argh.
Argh!
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Argh!
Ah, ah.
No. Oh, argh! Argh!
LUCAS WRIGLEY: No.
LUCAS WRIGLEY: Help me.
VAGRANT: Come on. Come on! Argh!
LUCAS WRIGLEY: No. Don't leave me.
You're a priest. You can't leave me here.
VAGRANT: Just here.
JACK BROOKS: Stay. Wait! Wait!
FLO BROOKS: Mum.
JACK BROOKS: Baby!
[THEY SOB] it's okay. You're safe. It's over now.
JOAN HARTMAN: How did it go?
JACK BROOKS: They listened.
JOAN HARTMAN: That was it?
JACK BROOKS: They found Saffron Winter in the crypt.
And what remained of Wrigley. I suppose that's it for now.
JOAN HARTMAN: And what about Rosie?
JACK BROOKS: Oh, apparently, she's too, um,
traumatized to be interviewed
because she was totally under Wrigley's thumb
and terrified of disobeying him.
JOAN HARTMAN: Is that so?
JACK BROOKS: It's just gonna be her word against ours.
JOAN HARTMAN: And she's a Harper.
I heard from a contact that the police have released new details
about the skeletons in the well.
They think one of them might be Merrie.
JACK BROOKS: Do they know, um, who the other body is yet?
JOAN HARTMAN: It wasn't Joy. An older woman.
I think they're waiting for the results of the DNA test.
JACK BROOKS: Thank you for everything.
Thank you.
JACK BROOKS: What you thinking?
FLO BROOKS: I see the Wrigley I thought
I knew. The one I liked.
You know, made me laugh and quote films.
Then I just get pissed, pissed off, you know,
and o—obviously at him, but mostly let me
because how could I let myself be fooled like that?
JACK BROOKS: Hey, it wasn't your fault.
It's done. Over baby.
FLO BROOKS: Yeah.
JACK BROOKS: Hey.
Hey, what would you say if I called Kaylee's mum
and asked if you could stay with her for a few days?
FLO BROOKS: My Kaylee? As in Nottingham?
Well yes, I say yes. Do it, please.
Are you gonna come?
JACK BROOKS: No.
I can't. I've got things to do. Just boring church stuff.
FLO BROOKS: Okay.
BENJAMIN GRADY: Tonight, Merrie,
we must work harder to expel your demons.
MERRIE LANE: Please don't.
BENJAMIN GRADY: I only do what is necessary.
The devil is inside you, Merrie. He must be purged.
BENJAMIN GRADY: Son. Argh!
MERRIE LANE: Jacob, quickly.
BENJAMIN GRADY: Please! Please! Ah. No, God.
MERRIE LANE: You're a sick pervert.
JACK BROOKS: You've got to let someone take a look at that.
VAGRANT: I've missed you.
JACK BROOKS: I've missed you too.
I thought you might be hungry. Here, sandwich. Some water.
VAGRANT: I never meant to kill him.
JACK BROOKS: Who?
VAGRANT: Your husband. He hurt you.
He was just supposed to stop hurting.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
JACK BROOKS: The vicar—in Nottingham.
That was you, wasn't it? Hey?
VAGRANT: Things happen.
I can't control it.
I can't—They said what happened with mum?
Hey. Did you push her in the well?
I should never have left you with her.
VAGRANT: I can—I can feel free.
Free as a bird here.
Bird. Worse than any of the ones we had here.
JACK BROOKS: I'm so sorry.
VAGRANT: I'm just—I'm just tired.
I'm tired.
JACK BROOKS: Well, I'm gonna stay with you
till you fall asleep, okay?
I love you, Jacob. I love you. I love you.
VAGRANT: I love you too, Merrie.
MERRIE LANE: I need to speak to Joy.
PAULINE HARRIS: What?
MERRIE LANE: I must speak to Joy, please.
PAULINE HARRIS: But—but she isn't here.
MERRIE LANE: Where is she?
PAULINE HARRIS: Don't you know?
MERRIE LANE: Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
VAGRANT: No.
Argh.
Ah.
JACK BROOKS: Emma.
EMMA HARPER: I was—how are you? How's Flo?
JACK BROOKS: We're doing okay.
Thank you. Thank you for coming.
EMMA HARPER: I went through Rosie's phone this morning.
She didn't fear that boy. He didn't control her.
JACK BROOKS: I know.
EMMA HARPER: And when your daughter
was attacked up at the Lane house,
Rosie wasn't at home. Simon gave her an alibi.
I saw her, Rosie, you know, by the swing.
I came back from the shops
and she stood there with her back to me.
And then I saw Izzy.
I told myself that Rosie had tried to help her.
That she'd tried to get her loose.
I really believed that.
JACK BROOKS: Well, of course you did.
I mean, anything else would be unthinkable.
EMMA HARPER: He always stands up for her.
He refuses to see that she's evil.
JACK BROOKS: She's not evil.
She's unwell. She needs help.
And I really think that you should be telling this
to somebody other than me.
EMMA HARPER: She's my child.
JACK BROOKS: So is Poppy. You know.
JACK BROOKS: Do you want to come?
AARON MARSH: Reverend.
JACK BROOKS: Aaron, I'd like to speak to your father.
AARON MARSH: Five minutes.
JACK BROOKS: Hello Reverend Marsh.
It's been a long time.
You remember me though, don't you? Hm?
I'm Merrie Joanne Lane. Yeah.
I don't know if Aaron's told you,
but the police think that you killed Benjamin Grady.
Sorry about that.
Did you hide the body in the vault
to protect the church from scandal?
JUDITH LANE: Come in.
JACK BROOKS: Or did you try to protect
a young and frightened girl
who your curate had abused and raped? Hmm?
I would like to think the latter.
But that would be overly optimistic, wouldn't it?
Doesn't matter though,
because I know you moved the body from my house.
And then, then I remembered something
that Joan Hartman said. That you couldn't drive.
So, I know that you had help that night.
Pretty sure I know who did it.
But I'm just going to tell you a name
and then I want you to let me know if I'm right.
Okay?
REVEREND MARSH: Yes.
JACK BROOKS: Yeah.
[WHISPERS] rot in hell.
Goodbye.
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: Jack, so good to see you.
Come in. Come in.
So, how are you? Um, how's, uh, Flo doing?
JACK BROOKS: Yeah. We're okay.
Flo's a bit traumatized, you can imagine.
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: Mm, mm, mm.
So, um, how can I help you?
JACK BROOKS: It's about the vault.
And Benjamin Grady.
Did you know that Clara knew Grady?
You know, they grew up together. They were friends.
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: She still keeps a picture of him
hidden in a book. And I found it once by accident.
She doesn't know. First love is a powerful thing.
JACK BROOKS: But then Benjamin Grady disappeared, didn't he?
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: He did.
JACK BROOKS: And you married Clara?
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: I did.
I adore Clara. I know she doesn't love me as much,
but she loves me enough.
JACK BROOKS: And you're alright with that?
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: I'm content.
And that's all most of us can hope for. Don't you think?
JACK BROOKS: I need to speak with Clara.
Can you tell me where she went, please?
JOY HARRIS: I'm sorry.
Miss W—Miss Wilson.
What are you doing here?
CLARA RUSHTON: Oh, Jack.
It's so good to see you.
I've thought about the two of you so often.
How are you doing?
JACK BROOKS: Flo took a picture of you here a while ago.
Do you come here a lot?
CLARA RUSHTON: Now and then.
It's a lovely walk. Just the right length.
JACK BROOKS: Yeah. Past Merrie Lane's house
where they found two bodies in the well.
CLARA RUSHTON: I didn't know that.
JACK BROOKS: But you knew about one body though, didn't you?
CLARA RUSHTON: I have no idea what you're talking about.
JACK BROOKS: I'm talking about Joy.
You killed her. Huh? I know you killed her.
I mean, what was it that, you know,
with Joy out of the way then Grady would somehow notice you?
I mean, was that your plan?
CLARA RUSHTON: There was no plan.
I saw her waiting for someone.
For him, I thought. Like some lovesick puppy.
JACK BROOKS: She's a 15 year old kid.
She wasn't waiting for him.
CLARA RUSHTON: No, she was waiting for you.
I know that now.
JACK BROOKS: The exorcism kit and the Bible.
My bible. It was you.
CLARA RUSHTON: You've changed a lot.
But I've spent most of my life
wondering what happened to Merrie Lane.
The girl who murdered the love of my life.
JACK BROOKS: Love of your life?
He was a fucking sadistic paedophile.
CLARA RUSHTON: There's no proof of that.
JACK BROOKS: I'm proof.
See that. That's fucking proof.
CLARA RUSHTON: You've always been nothing but trouble.
JACK BROOKS: Really?
I mean, you know about Joy though.
Yeah. I mean, you, you know that he got Joy pregnant.
You know about that.
CLARA RUSHTON: No. No, he wouldn't do that.
I knew him. I, I, I followed him everywhere.
I waited for him outside just, just to get a glimpse.
JACK BROOKS: So, so you knew what he was doing here.
CLARA RUSHTON: I knew that he was trying to help you.
JACK BROOKS: Look at me. He was raping me.
He was raping me. I was a little fucking girl!
CLARA RUSHTON: That night, I saw you run away.
And Reverend Marsh arrived.
I understood something must have happened.
JACK BROOKS: Something happened.
Yeah. Something fucking happened that night alright.
Yes. And you were here all along.
The mind boggles. So, hold on a minute.
So, then you helped Marsh bury him in the crypt.
What—I mean, why?
To save the reputation of the church?
CLARA RUSHTON: I couldn't care less about the church.
I did it to save his reputation.
JACK BROOKS: Oh my God.
So the reputation,
the reputation of a paedophile, Clara.
CLARA RUSHTON: Why did you come back here?
Why did you agree to do this job?
JACK BROOKS: It was God's will.
Because he wanted me to find out what happened to my best friend.
CLARA RUSHTON: Well now you know.
JACK BROOKS: So now I know.
CLARA RUSHTON: So now what?
JACK BROOKS: So, now I'm going to lay my friend to rest.
And I'm going to take my daughter far,
far away from here.
CLARA RUSHTON: Everyone believes it was Merrie down there.
JACK BROOKS: They'll do a DNA test.
And they'll know it isn't.
God bless you, Clara. God bless you.
REVEREND BRIAN RUSHTON: We therefore commit this body
to the ground. Earth to earth.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
MIKE SUDDUTH (OOV):
You've resigned.
JACK BROOKS: Yes.
Well, they won't be restoring the chapel anytime soon.
So.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Thank you,
for what you did with Rosie Harper.
JACK BROOKS: It wasn't me, it was Emma.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Nah, she wouldn't have stepped forward
if it wasn't for you. To know what happened
and that someone is being held responsible.
You know, that helped more than I thought it would.
So, thank you.
JACK BROOKS: You're welcome.
MIKE SUDDUTH: So, where are you guys going?
JACK BROOKS: I don't know.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Can you perhaps text me when you do know?
So I can send a Christmas card?
JACK BROOKS: I do like Christmas cards.
Goodbye, Mike.
MIKE SUDDUTH: Take care.
Look after yourselves.
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA SYSTEM]: This is the final fall
[Flight Annoucement]
FLO BROOKS: What are you thinking?
JACK BROOKS: Oh. What kind of person am I?
FLO BROOKS: Wow. Deep. Come to any conclusion?
JACK BROOKS: Yeah, well, the jury's still out on that.
FLO BROOKS: Well, you're a great mum
if that's any help.
Took your collar off.
JACK BROOKS: I have.
To be more comfortable on the flight.
FLO BROOKS: I see.
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA SYSTEM]: Passengers on British Airways
flight 632 to Sydney, please go to gate 14.
FLO BROOKS: That's us.
JACK BROOKS: That's us. Right. Come on.
Have you got everything? FLO BROOKS: Yep.
JACK BROOKS: Have you got your phone?
Yeah.
Phone.