03x01 - Death In Holy Orders Part 1

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He's here.

You've got to shape yourself
up now, John Betterton,

as our mother would say.

No hiding.

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

We are stronger than he is.

Aggie.

No, we're not.

It's really
picking up, isn't it?

It is.

Who on Earth is she?

Nice weather for it.

- Archdeacon.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

This is Dr. Lavenham

of Wyndham's Auction House
in London.

She'll be staying the night.

I trust we'll make her
welcome.

- Father Sebastian.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Our warden.

- And Father Peregrine.
- Nice to meet you.

Dr. Lavenham has kindly agreed
to assess the altarpiece for us.

The doom?

With a view to what?
Insurance, I assume?

Actually, with a
view to selling it.

So that's our new trustee.

I wonder where
he hides his horns.

Who's the woman?

I don't know, sir.

You coming to this meeting?

Not invited.

You should have been.

It's your home
we're discussing.

Poor John.

This will be
bringing it all back.

He's arrived.

The archdeacon.

Finally.

You need to be careful.

Please, can we
simply be transparent?

Father Peregrine.

You mean to close
Saint Anselm's

after almost
a 100 years of excellence.

One scandal

involving one man
and we're to be...

- thrown to the wolves.
- You are absolutely wrong.

Neither I nor any of
my fellow trustees

have the least intention
of closing Saint Anselm's.

You know how I
revere this place.

Even at school, I used to say
that if I could train anywhere,

- it would be here.
- Well, then...

- what is this all about?
- Change.

A swingeing program of changes
to the way the college is run.

Democratization
is the word.

We may be two years on
from the first headlines,

but I'm afraid,

given Father John Betterton's
continued

regrettable presence on staff,

Saint Anselm's remains
lodged in the public psyche

as representative of everything
which is wrong with the church.

It's my intention
to use that profile

to prove to the country
that we are listening

and that we can change.

So you're suggesting what?

He means to make
an example of us.

We increase the number
of scholarships

for state educated boys.
We've already been discussing it.

But that's exactly
the kind of thing.

I'd certainly back that,

as would the other
lay members of staff.

And then there's the estate.

I've had preliminary conversations
with the county council.

They're keen to get their
hands on any tracts of land

we care to sell.

We keep the car park,
of course,

a walled garden, perhaps,
where the boys can stretch their legs,

but what need do we
have of groundsmen?



This is our sanctuary.

Which brings me to the doom.

It's my understanding that if
the panels can be attributed

beyond doubt
to Van Leeuwen,

it could fetch
close to 2 million pounds.

Now, there is our
publicity campaign.

Tangible sums to invest in
outreach work

and inner city parishes
suffering acute need.

The doom is the spiritual
heart of this seminary.

The doom is 2 million
pounds' worth of salvation.

Margaret Thatcher is
a woman on a mission.

She believes this
election is her one

and only opportunity
to become Britain's

first female prime minister.

Her campaign has been
designed for the media.

A controversial brand of
free enterprise politics,

along with her
strong personality,

have kept her the
center of attention,

whilst her husband,
Denis Thatcher,

is consigned to a
supporting role.

On the campaign trail,
there have been two

very distinct Mrs. Thatchers.

The first is...

Son.

I hope you don't mind.

If it's a bad time...

Come in.

Wow.

I've seen this place
from the outside, of course, but...

Single malt.
My dad rates it.

I've been accepted
on the senior command program.

I found out two hours ago.

I'm guessing
that's mostly down to you.

A glowing reference.

An honest account.

I'm sure you'll do well.

I just wanted
to say thank you.

I start in two weeks.

I'm not sure we'll fit
another one in before then.

And...

I wanted to say
that once I'm through,

I'd like to come back
and keep working with you.

I know it's not official,
that you only do

the high profile stuff...

Sensitive cases.

But I can't see myself going
back to the bog standard stuff.

So whoever comes in,

maybe you could see them as
a placeholder.

Let's see what happens.

By the time you come back, you
might be running the force.

Might it be Kate Miskin
back from the wilderness?

She's not in the wilderness.

Anne said she's
doing very well.

- Have you heard from her lately?
- No.

Cheers.

And thanks.

Congratulations.

Keep watch, dear Lord,
with those who wake or watch...

with those who wake
or watch or weep this night.

Give your angels charge over...

Oops.

John.

It's good that you came.

Well done.

Dear boy.

He'll be gone soon.

I wouldn't spit on
him if he was on fire.

Neither would I.

But it doesn't help you
showing John up.

Oh, don't start.

You stink of booze.

And where have you
been all day

when you knew
what a state he'd be in?

Staying away from you.

I told you, until you stop,
you don't get to see me,

- which means he doesn't see me either.
- Arrogance?

- Is that what they teach you?
- It's called tough love, Aggie.

What about all the love
that we poured into you?

I want you back.

I want the old you.

Sebastian

I'll go along with your plans, Matthew,
your reforms,

but I want you
to admit the truth.

In this place, with no one else
to hear but him.

This is personal, isn't it?

Finally,
after all these years,

you've gained a position
of power over me.

And now you mean
to humiliate me.

Astonishing that
you would think that.

Because she
chose me

over you.

Remember the look on your face
when you realized you'd lost her.

- What?
- It... it wasn't

even about her, was it?

It was me.

Because you always thought
you were better than me.

Always thought you'd win.

That was the natural order
of things in your head.

- Are you serious?
- Now you can walk into my domain

and dismantle everything
I've worked for.

Raze my life to the ground

and tell the world how I failed.

This is arrant nonsense.

I've told you how much I respect
the work you do here.

Yes, easy to pay lip service.

Am I asking you to resign?

Am I closing the place?
No.

Because you want me
here to t*rture me.

The only criticism I can
level against your leadership

is your reinstating
John Betterton

when I expressly recommended...

Why wouldn't I have done?

It was your inquiry which
dismissed the claim.

For lack of evidence. You know
as well as I do he was guilty.

I don't know that!

- You should have moved him...
- Perhaps I'm more charitable than you.

And the spotlight would
have fallen elsewhere.

Closeted away here,

it's impossible for you to see
the way the world is changing.

You can dress it
up how you like,

but if you had the courage
to look into your own soul,

you'd see exactly what I see.

If you hate me, just say it.

Don't take it out
on Saint Anselm's.

Sebastian?

What have we done?

What have we done?

What have we done?

Oh my god.

What have we done?

Is the church
normally locked?

No, sir.

Where is he?

He's literally got
blood all over his hands.

In shock. Claims he
doesn't remember anything.

I had to prise his
sister's arms from him.

She was hysterical.
I had her locked in her flat.

It was the only way to
get her off the scene.

She smelt of alcohol.

Oh, SOCO have been held up.

Apparently flooding.
Pathologist's coming from Chichester.

Who found him with the body?

A woman, art expert.

Here to look at that.

Dr. Lavenham.

Commander Dalgliesh,
Scotland Yard.

Thanks for your patience.

I know you spoke to
my sergeant already,

but if you wouldn't mind telling me again
what happened this morning.

Sure.

Well, I didn't sleep
very well last night.

I never do in strange places.

I heard the bell ringing,
and...

I was glad of an excuse to get up.

It's strange, so early, 6:30.

I could see the
church from my window.

I don't know why I came here.

It just seemed odd.

Bells are like summonses,
aren't they?

Yes.

I got here.

The bell had stopped. I went in,
walked up the nave, and I saw

the archdeacon on the ground
with the priest,

Father John,

kneeling in front of him.

As I got nearer,
I could see the blood.

You think Father John
rang the bell?

Yes, I think he must have done.
There was no one else around.

Do you remember where the candlestick
was when you approached it?

Not exactly.

But I do remember seeing it.
It must have been on the ground.

Did Father John say anything?

I think he was
talking to God.

He said, "What have we done?"

Over and over.
"What have we done?"

Father John.

I'm sorry you've had to
stay like that for so long.

I'm going to ask
you some questions.

It would be helpful if
you could talk to me.

How did you come to be
in the church this morning

with the body of
Archdeacon Crampton?

I came in
and he was lying there.

I pray early in the morning.

When you first entered the church,
was the door open or closed?

Closed,
how it always is.

And inside were
the lights on or...

I don't think so.
I must have turned them on.

I understand you've had some
past difficulties with the archdeacon.

He led the inquiry
which examined your conduct

in relation to one of the pupils here
who took his own life.

He recommended your dismissal.

It must have been hard for you
when you learned he'd been

appointed trustee of the college.

Was yesterday the first time you saw him
since the inquiry?

Did you speak to him
yesterday about the inquiry

or anything else?

Is it possible

that the archdeacon was also
praying here this morning

and that you spoke to him,
argued with him,

that you grew

angry or distressed,
and that you struck him?

No!

No.

When you were kneeling by the body,
you were heard to say,

"What have we done?"
What did you mean by that?

I don't know.
Did I?

- Can I see him? Is he all right?
- Raphael.

You can't question him on his own.
He's not strong enough.

It's okay.
Let them do their job.

- They're going to blame him.
- Look at me.

You need to keep calm now,
for John's sake.

Go back inside, please.

Trust me to deal with this.

Raphael Arbuthnot.

John and Agatha Betterton
are his guardians.

He is bound to be upset.

Father Sebastian
is in charge here, sir.

Arbuthnot.

- Related to the founder?
- Yes.

Yes, he's an ornament here,
one of our finest.

He's a sensitive boy, so...

Who else was here last night?

George Gregory you saw,
Latin tutor,

Father Peregrine, and myself.

Oh, and the lady
from the auction house.

It's the holidays, so...

Cook?
Domestic stuff?

Agatha manages by
herself out of term time.

There's a groundsman,
Eric Surtees,

but he's in a cottage
near the woods.

His sister might be with him.
She often is.

Gather everyone together,
please.



Miss Betterton.

Miss Betterton,
I'm Commander Dalgliesh.

I'm leading the investigation.

What is happening to John?

I need you to know
that my brother

would never hurt anyone.

He goes to church
every morning.

We'll be taking a
statement from you soon,

so you can tell us
anything you want to say.

We need to send your brother's
clothes for forensic examination, so...

I need you to find him something
to change into, something warm.

And then you can see him.

Let's get you home.

Time of death?

Tricky
with it being so cold in here,

but I'd say he's been dead
between 9 and 12 hours.

Well, that doesn't fit.

That's around midnight last night.
Doesn't fit.

Sorry about that.

Yeah, I know.

Just... unless Betterton
sat there all night.

First impressions,
pretty much as it looks.

Two hard blows to the skull.

Almost certainly with that.

First to the right of the cranium,
above the ear.

Would probably
have felled him.

Second to the
center of the head.

- The assailant was facing him?
- Yes.

The first blow would have caused
bleeding into the cranial cavity.

Second blow might have
caused spattering.

If the assailant
were right-handed,

I'd expect their right arm,
perhaps even the chest,

to be bloodied.

It's quite a place
to meet your maker.

You will all know by now...

you will all know by now
about the passing

of Archdeacon Crampton.

I ask that you
join me in prayer.

Father of all,
we pray to you for our brother, Matthew.

Grant him eternal rest,

let light perpetual shine upon him,
and may his soul,

through the mercy of God,

rest in peace.
Amen.

Amen.

We'll be taking witness statements
from you all,

and we also ask

that you consent to have
your fingerprints taken.

I understand the archdeacon arrived here
at around 4 o'clock yesterday?

Yes. Yes, he called for
a meeting with the staff.

He joined us for dinner
in the refectory,

and he joined us for compline.

Did anyone see him
after that?

I saw him in the corridor
upstairs.

He...

I assumed he was going to bed.
He said good night.

It was about...
half-past 9:00.

Once we've spoken
to you, you are

free to go about your
business,

but you will need to remain
within the gates,

and the church is closed.

Start work on the statements.
Oversee the prints.

Have you checked
Crampton's room yet?

No, not yet.

He obviously felt his proposed reforms
weren't well received.

Well, no.
That's not how I saw it at all.

I mean, we were shocked.

The changes are ambitious.

But, in fact, we were relieved.

We'd been anticipating he
might try to close us down.

He notes that you in
particular, Father Peregrine,

were opposed to the
potential sale of the doom.

Yes, I was.

I am.
It belongs here.

I told him that in
no uncertain terms.

The meeting lasted
around an hour, I assume?

- Yes.
- What happened then?

Still a couple of
hours before dinner.

I showed him to his room.

He asked to see
plans of the grounds,

and he asked for the groundsman,
Surtees.

He wanted me to talk
him through the estate,

the different areas,
what they're used for,

what the grounds are like.

Did he explain to you that he was
planning to sell some of the land?

Yes.

Would that have included
the land this house is on?

Yes. He told me
it would most likely go.

He told me
I'd be losing my job

unless I wanted to stay on
as a live-in caretaker,

which I don't.

- How long have you lived here?
- Eight years.

It's been good,
but nothing lasts forever.

Typical bloody church.

It's all about the money.

After the meeting,
what did you do?

Storm was starting up, so I had
to secure some of the saplings.

- Did you see the archdeacon again?
- No.

You don't take your
meals at the college?

No.

- Evening prayers?
- No.

Once a year.

Christmas Eve.
I like the carols.

What about you, Ms. Surtees?

Never set foot in a church.

Not even christened.
Badge of honor.

You know, we were just saying,
couldn't it be a robbery that went wrong?

People break into churches
all the time, don't they?

We're not ruling
anything out at this stage.

There's only
one set of gates.

I'm careful, but I can't
stop people climbing fences.

Back when all that stuff happened
with the boy who died,

quite a few press got in,

taking photos,
collaring the boys.

All it takes is the wrong person
to hear a story

about valuable stuff
in Saint Ansem's.

One story in the village about

a posh auction house
taking an interest.

Are you basing this on
any specific information?

- No.
- No.

Just seems pretty obvious.

Can I speak to you?

Of course.

Thought I'd try and carry on.

Not exactly concentrating.

Might be academic now, anyway.

Was yesterday the first time
that you've seen the doom?

Yes.

There have always been rumors
about the panels being here.

These ones are in
the Reicharts Museum.

Three in the church here,

and the remaining two somewhere else
waiting to be found.

It doesn't happen very often,

finding something
that makes your heart race.

You are satisfied
it's Van Leeuwen's work?

Yes.

I'd want to do further analysis,
but I've been doing it a long time.

It's right.

Provenance is looking
remarkably sound as well. The...

founder, Louisa Arbuthnot,
her brother,

was a merchant and collector.

This letter mentions having the panel
shipped over from Rotterdam.

Your estimate of its worth?



Museum's going to want them.

Did you get a chance to
tell the archdeacon that?

Yes.

He came to the church
before he went for dinner.

Did anyone else know
you were coming here,

apart from colleagues?
Did you...

book accommodation
in the village?

No.

I still can't quite believe
it's happened.

I wish I could tell you that
the images will soon fade.

The emotions at least
will become less raw.

Oh, that's Louisa's will.

Something else I have to do.

Prove the college to
actually own the panels.

Does it?

Yes,
as long as it exists.

The will is typical
of the period.

Specific.
Full of caveats.

This hill, though high,
I covet to ascend.

The difficulty will not
me offend,

for I perceive
the way to life lies here.

Come,
pluck up heart.

Let's neither faint nor fear.

Better though difficult.

They're asleep.
Can this wait?

It's you I've come to speak to.

Raphael Alexander Arbuthnot.

Is there a problem?

I understand you're a direct
descendant of Louisa Arbuthnot.

Yes.

- Are there other descendants?
- Not that I know of.

Last of the Mohicans.

Has anyone made you aware
that if the seminary were ever to close...

Oh, I get it now.

You'd almost certainly
stand to inherit

- the building's land, contents.
- Wrong.

I've only seen the will once,
but I read it very carefully.

If Saint Anselm's closes,

everything passes
to the closest legitimate heir,

provided they're confirmed
in the Church of England.

I'm very much not legitimate.

My mother was the Arbuthnot.

I was given her name because
no one had a clue who my father was.

I say mother,

but she was just the woman
who gave birth to me

and left me in a box
outside the gates.

Left a pretty sarcastic note,
I'm told,

telling the priests
to look after me.

So the Bettertons
took you in?

They're my mum and dad.

Even if you'd got
your facts straight,

I'm training for the priesthood,
Mr. Policeman.

I'm not mercenary.

I didn't go near
the archdeacon.

None of us did.

Last person to see
him, George Gregory,

passes him at the far end of
this corridor at around 9:30.

Yes.
Crampton says good night.

He comes back here,
writes up his notes from the meeting,

gets changed for bed.

In bed for, say, 11:00.

At some point
between 11:00 and 1:00,

for some reason, he gets up
and goes to the church. Why?

Sudden need to pray.

He could pray beside his bed.

In his bed.

Someone came to fetch him,
unexpected?

Same person who
searched in here?

But for what?

Thanks.

Okay.

Right.

Print matches on the candlestick
Agatha Betterton and Father Sebastian.

Damn, no Father John.

Agatha probably
cleaned it once a week.

Sebastian probably lit it
almost every day.

Fingerprints from around the church,
we've got pretty much everyone,

as you'd expect.

Fresh prints on the light switch,
Father John.

Fresh prints on the front door,
Agatha Betterton again,

and Father Sebastian, Father
John, Surtees, Dr. Lavenham.

- Which Surtees?
- Uh, Karen.

First time in church?

It must be fascinating.

I was exaggerating.

Showing off.

I do that.

I have been in here
once or twice.

The prints found on the door
and on the plaque there,

they're fresh.

Yesterday or this morning.

Eric was pretty upset
after he spoke to the archdeacon.

Distressed sort of
upset, not angry.

I knew he'd just accept it.

He looks like a wolf,
but actually, he's a lamb.

So I'd had a vodka
after dinner last night, fatal,

and I came up here
to find the archdeacon,

ask him to think again
about the cottage.

I saw the light on in here,
came inside to look,

and I lost my nerve.

- So he was in here?
- Yes.

But he was with someone,
the warden.

Sebastian, is it?
They were...

talking.
I gave up and left.

Thought I'd speak
to him today, but...

Your home address
is in London,

but you're here quite
often, I understand.

So?
I like Eric's place.

- I go for walks.
- What do you do for a living?

Hours must be flexible.

I do some waitressing,

shop work.
Seasonal.

I didn't tell you because,
well, pretty obvious.

I knew it wouldn't look good.

What time did you arrive
back at the cottage?



DS Tarrant is going
to telephone your brother

and see
if he can confirm that.

He will,
because it's true.

Now, why were they
talking to her, I wonder?

Yesterday, after compline,
what did you do?

I came back here.

We came back together.

Did either of you leave
the flat for any reason

between arriving here and when you
went to the church this morning?

No.

How are you feeling now?

Exhausted.

At this point in time, we have no cause
to charge you with anything.

How much more
is he supposed to take?

You know he never
touched that... poor boy.

You know that there was
no criminal prosecution

because there was no evidence.

I read the report,
Miss Betterton.

There was only him,

the archdeacon
and his witch hunt.

Because that's what it was.

We should have left here then.

I wanted to.

But there was Raphael.

You don't know.

You didn't see us,

how happy we used to be.

We were good parents.

Your cleaning duties,
do they include cleaning the church?

Yes.
Why?

This should be
suitable for you.

There's a telephone.

Thank you.

We'll be back at 7:00 AM.

After compline last night,

did you leave the church
immediately?

No.
No, not immediately.

The archdeacon and I
stayed on for a brief time,

talked a little further
about his plans.

Then we left.

Any worries, call.

I will.

You don't think we should be
bringing Karen Surtees in, sir?

There isn't enough evidence.

Priority tonight, background checks,
starting with her and the brother.

Agatha Betterton's name
keeps coming up, doesn't it?

I'm sorry you have to stay.

Hopefully we'll be able
to release you tomorrow.

Gives me a chance to
finish my research, at least.

Well, we're just in the village,
and...

there'll be officers on the gates.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I take it we're not
looking at her as a suspect?

Include her in the checks,

but I can't see any reason
to think she's involved.

Need any help, Aggie?

Raphy.

Chess later?

I mean, if you're...
if you feel up to it.

Yes, sir.

Need to get my revenge.

Dr. Lavenham,
you'd be welcome to join.

Oh, I don't play.

We could teach you.

You've had enough.

This is very nice, Agatha.

Thank you.

One of us should have cooked
if we'd... if we'd thought.

Difficult day for all of us.

Quite a bunch of hypocrites,
aren't we?

Sitting here all somber,
as if we care that he's dead.

I suggest you control yourself,
madam.

Why don't we have
a little dance?

Ding, dong.
The witch is dead.

Stop it, please.

You wanted him dead.

Coming here, the wrecking ball,
tearing everything down.

- None of us wished him harm.
- Oh, come on.

Would you like me to
walk you to your flat?

Of course she wouldn't.
She's only just started.

She's only just started.

Boo, hoo, hoo.

I know one of you.

I know.

I have proof.

And it is a good job,

it's a bloody good job that they're not
blaming John anymore,

because I would shout
it from the rooftops.

But maybe I'll just
shake the hand.

Shake the hand of the
one that wipes him out.

Get out, now.

Happy, were you,

when you thought that my brother
was taking the blame?

You have never
shown him an ounce

- of kindness.
- Your brother

- has brought disaster... upon disaster.
- You are a shriveled vindictive soul,

And there is no God in you.

That's enough!

You don't get to say enough.

Look at you.

All high and mighty
and above it all.

You're not, are you?

You're just like anyone else.

You sin
like anyone else.

Get out, now,
or we will all leave.

Hypocrites.

Be present, O merciful God,
and protect us through this...

We shouldn't have lied.

You'll be all right.

Hello?

I'm here.

You said midnight.

Hello?

Are you down there?

Hello?