♪ ♪ Little Bonnie.

I'm helping Aunty Cath with the kids.

(Cathy laughing) Cathy?

Is that why you brought Bonnie in?

So you can go out gallivanting?

You can have 'em tonight!

Fine!

Jack thinks you're having an affair.

I'm ever so frightened.

FORD: The results show that there is indeed a tumor in your womb.

WILL: Leave him, Maya.

MAYA: Why can't you just enjoy what we have, Will?

I can't pretend anymore.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ("Lonesome Town" by Ricky Nelson playing) ♪ Oooh ♪ ♪ There's a place where lovers go ♪ ♪ To cry their troubles away ♪ ♪ And they call it ♪ ♪ Lonesome Town ♪ ♪ Where the broken hearts stay ♪ ♪ Lonesome Town ♪ ♪ You can buy a dream or two ♪ ♪ Oooh ♪ ♪ To last you all through the years ♪ ♪ And the only price ♪ ♪ You pay ♪ ♪ Is a heart full of tears ♪ ♪ Full of tears ♪ ♪ Goin' down ♪ (song continues on radio): ♪ To Lonesome Town ♪ ♪ Where the broken hearts stay ♪ (vacuum whirring) Mrs. C?

(faucet running) (sniffing) ♪ ♪ Christ on a bike!

(yelps) (coughing) ♪ ♪ Well, if that mutton wasn't dead before, it certainly is now.

The pie.

It's a bit on the overdone side.

I was just putting the washing out.

Think you've done that already.

I best go in.

Got a pie in the oven.

Well, you don't want that burning.

No.

LEONARD (voiceover): She's an enigma.

An enigma?

She nearly burnt the house down.

It'll just be one of her moods.

I might mention something to Will.

No, no, don't do that.

He's preoccupied at the minute.

He's not preoccupied, he's moping.

Poor chap's just had his heart broken.

He was only with her for five minutes.

Even so.

She was engaged to someone else.

He's got no curate.

(bicycle bell rings) With wedding season, he's hardly got a moment to himself.

(mutters): Wedding season.

Didn't realize how much happiness you had to endure.

I always rather enjoyed the weddings.

So much hope.

You know, the thing about hopes, they can always be dashed.

Well, you're a joy this morning.

Excuse me.

Sir, might I just get to the door?

Sir?

Police-- on your feet.

Oh, no.

♪ ♪ LARRY (voiceover): Blimey.

Not another one.

Chuck him in the van, Mike.

♪ ♪ Not a bad way to go.

Bottle of whiskey, looking up at the stars.

Beaten senseless in a doorway.

Sounds idyllic.

Ask around, see if anyone knew him.

Why?

No one cares.

Boss.

Those vagrant deaths we had a few months back.

(engine starts) They were found in doorways, too.

Hardly gonna find them at the Ritz, are we?

They're tramps, Boss.

LARRY: They get drunk, they have fights, end up dead sometimes.

Let's revisit the files.

See if there's any other similarities.

Guvnor said he wanted those cases closed.

Misadventure, he said.

You're in serious danger of a ticking off, Larry.

Files, now.

Odd, isn't it?

My biggest concern half an hour ago was whether I had enough currants for the Chelsea buns.

I feel responsible somehow.

Well, it's hardly your fault, Leonard.

I've seen him recently, asking for money a few times.

I was always relieved when he didn't approach me.

He had this on him.

Book of Tennyson poetry.

Robin Fellows.

S.M.... St. Margaret's College.

He was at the university.

Let's find out if he's Robin.

Oh, no-- no, you don't.

New boss not keen on my religious advisers.

How does he feel about ex-cons?

He never expressed an opinion.

I'd say that's positively an invite.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ MRS. CHAPMAN: I pray every day.

Why won't You answer me?

(object clattering) ♪ ♪ Ernest Evans!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Did you do this?

That is a wicked thing to do.

Do you know what happens to the wicked?

God punishes them!

They burn in the fires of Hell for all eternity!

You wicked, wicked boy!

Mrs. C., that's enough!

(door slams) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ St. Margaret's College.

This is the place.

This is the way.

No, sorry, this is the way.

♪ ♪ Room ten, this is the room.

♪ ♪ Mr. Fellows?

It's the police.

(doorknob rattles) No answer.

Thank you, Leonard.

Hail, fine fellows!

Are you looking for Robin?

(sighs) Detective Inspector Keating.

Just plain Leonard.

Short for Leonardo?

Sadly, no.

Uh... Jim Baker-- sorry.

Are you a friend of Mr. Fellows?

Uh, next-door neighbor.

Erstwhile friend.

But you won't find him in.

Do you need a hand?

Thanks.

Just back from a field trip-- anthropology.

Third-years got Kenya, we got Canterbury-- more's the pity.

(gasps) We're doing bones.

I call him Yorick.

It's a reference to "Hamlet."

I got that.

When was the last time... "Where be your gibes now?"

LEONARD AND JIM: "Your gambols, your songs?"

Mr. Baker!

Yes, sir?

When was the last time you saw Robin?

(keys jingle) End of term.

(lock turns) He left under a bit of a cloud.

Have a seat, if you can find one.

What kind of cloud?

Rumor is he... Well, went a bit doolally.

Almost unhinged.

A complete fall from grace.

Parents had to come and collect him.

It was all rather hushed up.

Last I heard, he was recuperating by the seaside.

Is it possible he's back in Cambridge?

It's possible, I suppose.

We found this on the body of a deceased man.

That's Robin's.

♪ ♪ Robin's not the...

He's not dead, is he?

♪ ♪ (person knocking insistently on door) Where is he?

Don't be angry.

Angry?

I'm bloody fuming!

Desecrating a church!

It was hardly desecration.

Here, now.

Apologize to Mr. Davenport.

He already has.

Destroying a church.

It was hardly destroyed.

I really am sorry.

Apology accepted.

Now I think there's some cake in the kitchen.

(birds chirping) I'm telling him off and you give him some cake?

I can't stand conflict.

He used to be such a lovely boy.

He still is.

(groans): He can be a right little bugger sometimes.

Sorry.

What for?

The "bugger."

(exhales) I know I should be more understanding, but sometimes I just want to throttle him.

Does he ever talk about him?

His dad?

He won't even mention him.

I can talk to him if you like.

No, you don't have to do that.

Honestly, it's fine.

I'd be happy to.

Besides, I used to be a little bugger myself, so... JIM: Never seen a dead body before.

A lot of bones.

But not a body.

I'll go in with you if you like.

I rather turned my back on Robin when he was... struggling.

Sometimes it's easier to look away.

It doesn't make me much of a friend, does it?

(door creaks) You ready?

(exhales) It's not him.

It's not Robin?

LEONARD: Why would he have Robin's book, do you think?

♪ ♪ JIM: I have no idea.

Perhaps he gave his things away?

JIM: Or perhaps this poor chap stole it from Robin at some point.

I don't know.

♪ ♪ (door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JIM: If anyone'll know where Robin is, it will be the Prof.

It's short for "professor."

Yes, I cracked that little code, thank you, Leonard.

(knocks) LARSON: Veni!

She likes to address us in Latin.

Ah, praeclarus.

Jim.

How was Canterbury?

Uh, cold-- rainy.

Alas was it ever thus.

These chaps are detectives.

I'm just a hanger-on.

You're definitely police.

You've got that crumpled, useless look about you.

Thank you, Professor.

LARSON: I have a lecture in an hour, so let's cut to Hecuba.

You're here about Robin, I take it.

That's him, there he is.

First year, was it?

JIM: He looks so carefree.

It's hard to believe he...

He had a nervous breakdown, do you think?

Complete and utter.

Academia and troubled minds go hand in hand, but... (inhales sharply) His decline was rather spectacular.

What precipitated that, do you think?

"Precipitated"?

Hm!

I'm impressed.

He'd been working on his thesis.

What was it about?

In small words, so I can understand.

The destitute.

Whether there are inherent factors that predispose someone to reject society.

Or predispose society to reject them.

Bleeding heart, too, are you?

No, a Christian.

(chuckles): God and the law.

You two really are a pair.

JIM: Robin wanted to help.

He'd take food, blankets.

He made friends with these men?

You both did, didn't you?

(exhales softly) Robin wanted to rehabilitate them.

I just helped.

Utterly futile.

Why?

Alcoholics, lunatics.

Most of them are damaged beyond repair.

That's a very bleak view.

Pragmatic, I'd say.

Jim thinks Robin's recuperating at the seaside.

(drawer opens) I thought it was a euphemism for the loony bin, but this was posted under my door.

Hand-delivered.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: "Ring out, wild bells, and let him die."

Hmm, it's... Tennyson.

You are a clever old thing, aren't you?

♪ ♪ (exhales): Spanner, if you would, please, Ernie.

I have a bike.

It's got three wheels and a bell.

Stop, you're gonna make me jealous.

Who bought you the bike?

Mum and Dad, for Christmas.

You must miss him, your dad.

Am I a wicked person?

Of course not.

The lady in the church said I am.

The lady in the church is wrong about a lot of things.

(exhales softly) When you miss someone, like you miss your dad, it can make you feel all sorts of things.

Sad, angry...

I don't want to talk about him.

Okay.

I want to talk about bikes and dogs.

Well, who doesn't want to talk about bikes and dogs?

Are you aware of Ginsberg?

Aware of him?

I worship him.

(laughs) "America, when will you be angelic?"

LEONARD AND JIM: "When will you take off your clothes?"

(mutters): Good Lord.

JIM: This is one of the places Robin used to come.

Someone here might know the dead man.

I thought the Round Church had a soup kitchen.

JIM: Closed-- neighbors complained.

♪ ♪ Excuse me-- it's in relation to the death of a... Bugger off.

They're not keen on authority.

You don't say.

Don't suppose you lot wanna help me, either.

DANNY: Geordie lad!

(groans) GEORDIE: Danny boy.

Been a while.

Keeping out of trouble?

Just about-- you?

Just about.

Is it true?

Barney's dead?

LEONARD: Was that his name?

Barney?

What everyone round here called him.

GEORDIE: Last name?

Not a clue.

You've been in the wars.

Barney was looking for a fight.

And you obliged, did you?

Gladly.

Not much love lost between you, I take it.

I couldn't stand the bastard.

Straight out of borstal, mean as a snake.

World's better off without him.

I think you and I might need a few words down the station, Danny.

(exhales) Trip down memory lane, eh?

(grinds out cigarette) Stop!

In the name of the law!

I was just getting my coat.

He was just getting his coat, Leonard.

♪ ♪ Oh, watch the corner.

Did you see me then?

I was going so fast.

You know what, I think that may have been 100 miles per hour.

Maybe even more.

You may just be the fastest man in the world.

(chuckles) Mum, I'm the fastest man in the world!

Wow, look at you go!

WILL: Come on!

Let's go even faster.

♪ ♪ Here you go.

Thanks.

(Ernie talking softly) Any luck?

(sighs): Nothing yet, I'm afraid.

Sorry.

No, don't be sorry.

It's not your fault.

Grief takes its time, I suppose.

What was he like with Ernie?

Your husband?

Wonderful.

(birds chirping) How's your affair coming along?

You don't mince your words, do you?

Well, I'm surrounded by children all day-- I need gossip.

It's over.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I want to see her.

I'm desperate to see her, but I know if I do, then...

Sex.

Probably.

Heartbreak?

Definitely.

Was it true love, do you think?

True love doesn't exist.

Said so yourself.

Did I?

Oh, God, I'm the most terrible cynic-- sorry.

What for?

The blasphemy.

(chuckles) You are forgiven.

Thank you, Reverend.

(Dickens barks) ERNIE: Good boy, you're such a good dog.

(exhales): Two sugars.

Good of you to remember.

How many times have we arrested you, hmm?

A dozen?

I think that's a bit conservative.

Why'd you and Barney fight?

He stole from me.

Bottle of whiskey.

Oh.

Well, nobody gets between Danny boy and his whiskey.

Too bloody right.

He was beaten to death.

Well, not by me.

He went off to town after, said he was meeting someone.

Who was he meeting?

Nah, didn't say.

Do you know this man, Robin Fellows?

Yeah, do-gooder.

Up their own arses, mainly, but he was all right.

Asked about life before, you know?

The wife, the kids.

Didn't know you were married.

Was.

You have no idea how quickly it can all slip away.

Barney knew the risks.

He should've stayed with the rest of us where he was safe.

What do you mean, safe?

Well, he wasn't the first of us, was he, to die in a doorway like that?

Some reckoned there was a madman out there.

Maybe they were right.

♪ ♪ Larry.

Files on the previous vagrant deaths, where are they?

I couldn't find 'em, boss.

Miss Scott?

Hmm, "Thank you, Miss Scott."

We had a postmortem on Barney yet?

The guvnor said we're to chalk it up as misadventure.

I want a postmortem today.

The guvnor said...

I don't give a damn what the guvnor said.

I thought he was beaten to death.

So did I.

Compression marks.

He was strangled.

Hardly see 'em, boss.

But they're there, Larry.

GEORDIE (voiceover): There's a pattern.

Same victims.

Same crime scenes.

Same M.O.

One man did this.

♪ ♪ WILL: I think you should go round to Bonnie's and apologize to Ernie.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Why?

Because you called a child wicked.

(knocks): Knock, knock.

MRS. CHAPMAN: I said wicked.

I meant wicked.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

WILL: He's six.

You scared him half to death.

Good.

Good?

He needs to know God will punish him.

Well, it's not like he killed someone.

Do your own bloody potatoes.

She's an enigma.

She's a bloody nightmare.

She's just having one of her moods.

Maybe I should speak to Jack.

No!

No, don't... (door slams) ...do that.

I'll talk to her.

Good.

Because I'm this close to mortally offending her.

(lighter clicking) LEONARD (gasps): Mrs. C., what are... What does it matter anyway?

What does any of it matter?

A man died outside my café today.

I am not prepared to listen to any maudlin nonsense.

Death is around every corner, just waiting.

Like a punishment from God.

Oh, good Lord-- you're not dead yet.

Sod it, sod it all.

We're going out.

Are we?

Perfect victims, in a way.

No names.

No relatives to claim their bodies.

And no one to remember them.

Hm!

What kind of bastard kills men who have nothing?

The kind with no compassion.

So why tuck them up in a blanket?

To hide their bodies, maybe?

Then leave them in a doorway to be discovered?

Doesn't make sense.

(hisses in breath): This guy.

This guy's the key to it.

I'm sure.

(Miss Scott knocks softly) Captain Efficiency's on the prowl.

GEORDIE: Sorry.

WILL: Are you coming?

We'll have to fend for ourselves.

Mrs. C. weaponized the potatoes, so...

I think I'll stay here for a bit.

Did you ever meet Bonnie's husband?

Eddie?

Yeah, a few times, why?

What was he like?

He was nice.

Quiet.

He was good with the boy.

I wish I could get Ernie to talk about him.

What?

Distracting yourself from your heartache?

No, he's a sweet kid.

Could say the same about you.

Shut up.

(door opens and closes) GEORDIE: Where are you, Robin?

(toolbox opens) (sighs) LEONARD (whispers): We can't afford this.

(aloud): Can't take it with you, Leonard.

Good Lord.

We'll have the "sham-pag-nuh."

Madam wants the champagne?

Yes, Madam does.

Mrs. C., it's three pounds.

Perhaps you'd prefer the house white.

I want the champagne.

LEONARD: She wants the champagne.

People always look down their nose at me.

No, they don't.

He was.

Yes, well, he was, but I suspect he looks down his nose at everyone.

Ever since I was a girl.

Poor Sylvia.

Plain.

Unworthy.

You're Mrs. Sylvia Chapman, for goodness' sake.

The most formidable, most brilliant and kind and marvelous woman I've ever met.

(piano playing softly in background) Champagne, madam.

(loudly): Bring another bottle.

WOMAN: Oh!

(customers talking softly in background) (champagne pouring) These aren't your initials, are they?

They're your dad's.

Eddie Evans.

Well, now you can come remember him any time you want.

I didn't pray hard enough.

So God let him die.

No, he was poorly.

It's nothing to do with you.

I miss him.

I know you do.

He's never coming back, is he?

No, he isn't.

I'm sorry.

But you must know that he loved you very much, and he'd want you to be very happy.

(piano playing in background, customers talking softly) Don't do that, darling.

Let's go.

(piano continues) Do you ever feel ashamed?

I used to.

Still do sometimes.

Do you know, I haven't been back in the church since... Everything.

Didn't feel right somehow.

Rises up on you, shame.

When you least expect it.

What have you got to be ashamed of?

You haven't done one ungodly thing in your entire life.

God's punishing me.

For what?

You know, I always find shame diminishes if you share it with someone.

(piano continues) Waiter!

We'll have another bottle.

I think you've had enough.

You think I'm common, don't you?

Mrs. C....

I think you're drunk.

Snobby bastard, aren't you?

(customers stop talking) You all are, aren't you?

Looking down your nose at me.

Do you know what I say to that?

Do you know what I say to all of you?

Up your bum.

(customers gasp and murmur) (loudly): Up... your... bum!

(customers gasp) (door slamming) (customers murmuring) Also, your lamb was slightly over-cooked.

♪ ♪ (knocking loudly) (exhales) MISS SCOTT: Robin Fellows.

I finally spoke to his parents.

They were told to admit him to an asylum, but thought they could manage themselves.

♪ ♪ Oh, God.

They haven't seen him for a week.

♪ ♪ I took the liberty of ordering for you.

You seem like a saveloy kind of chap to me.

And you'd be right.

Any breakthrough?

Breakdown, more like.

Things'll get better.

I was talking about work.

I wasn't.

It makes you realize, doesn't it?

You lose one thing-- your job, your wife-- and you're on a downward spiral.

We're all a few pay packets away from being on the street.

You are not going to end up dead in a doorway, Inspector.

Not on my watch, anyway.

Vinegar?

(laughing): Say it again.

Up your bum.

(laughs) (chuckling) Honestly, I didn't think I'd ever hear those words come from your mouth.

Didn't used to be like this, you know.

Like what?

A prude.

I used to be wild.

Did you?

How marvelous.

I told God I'd change.

Told Him I'd be good from now on.

Look where that's got me.

It's a punishment from God, isn't it?

The cancer.

God loves you.

How could He love a murderer?

(gulps) You know you can tell me anything.

You know I'd be the last person to judge.

I wasn't even 15.

The boy was a bit older.

Said he loved me.

And I loved him.

(crying): I was so young.

I couldn't've had a child, could I?

Oh, Mrs. C....

There was a woman in the next village, told my mum she'd sort it out.

Said I'd still be able to have babies after.

I prayed to God.

I told Him if He let me live, I'd be good.

And I was, ever so good the rest of my life.

But it wasn't enough, was it?

You were a child, Mrs. C. You were in a terrible predicament.

God doesn't judge that.

I never did have a baby of my own.

Never one that He let me keep.

He's forsaken me, Leonard.

God tests us, but it's not punishment.

Your cancer is not a punishment.

He'll come back to you when you need Him the most.

All that happens to us, these trials, God's leading us to where we're meant to be.

If you'd had children, maybe you wouldn't be here.

With me.

And if I hadn't gone to prison, well... Who knows where that particular bump in the road will lead?

Oh, I do love you, Mrs. C. ♪ ♪ GEORDIE (voiceover): "All things must die."

Why send a note to the police if you're on a killing spree?

Because you want to be stopped?

And yet he sends that note and then kills again the very same night.

It's a compulsion.

Like you, with smoking.

Or you with men in uniform.

Well, I do like a man in uniform.

He loves killing and hates it at the same time.

Right, I'm off.

You got grease all down you.

There's a clean shirt in your bottom drawer.

You really are too good to me, Miss Scott.

♪ ♪ (calling): Miss Scott?

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Hands are clean, nails are clean.

He's clean-shaven.

♪ ♪ (voiceover): All of them are.

♪ ♪ (keys rattling, lock turning) He takes them in.

He cleans them.

♪ ♪ He cares for them.

♪ ♪ Then he kills them.

♪ ♪ (song playing in background) (door opens, bell rings) No, we're not open yet.

(song continues) Did he suffer?

Did who suffer?

The man who died here.

I believe when someone dies, God is with them.

He would've alleviated his pain.

I didn't want him to suffer anymore.

Let me get you something to eat.

♪ ♪ (dialing number) ♪ ♪ (woman answers) (softly): Leonard Finch for Inspector Keating, please.

WOMAN: He's not here presently.

May I take a message?

Tell him, "He's here."

(hangs up) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: February 13, first man, found outside a bakery on St. Paul's Road.

That was the week I failed Robin on his thesis.

You called it "mawkish hokum."

Did I?

I don't remember.

March 23, 9:00 p.m. Second man found inside the doorway at the Wildflower Café.

I ejected him from a lecture after he tried to strike me.

Now, why would he do that?

I told him he had a savior complex.

When he was just as hopeless as the men he was studying.

You knew he was unstable and you said that?

I'm here to challenge, Inspector.

To provoke.

Not to play nurse.

You should've told somebody.

You should've seen.

In the end, there was no need.

His parents arrived and carted him away.

Why they didn't commit him to the loony bin there and then confounds me.

Compassion isn't your strong suit, is it, Professor?

I don't always mean what I say, Inspector.

I have a duty to elicit debate.

You have a duty to your students first, I'd say.

(muttering) Sorry.

♪ ♪ I used to be a clergyman.

If you need to talk, need to get anything off your chest... Am I sick?

They say I'm sick.

But I'm feeling better now.

Did you know the man who died out there?

(whispers): All things must die, all things must die... ♪ ♪ What's that?

That's Tennyson, isn't it?

"All things must die."

"All things must die."

(telephone ringing in background) MISS SCOTT: Inspector?

Hmm?

Postmortem results are in.

And?

Suffocation.

Compression of the neck.

Well, I don't like to say I told you so.

I think you'd be allowed on this occasion.

Report's on your desk.

Message from Leonard.

♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ Larry, Miss Scott, we need backup-- now.

♪ ♪ Do you like Tennyson, then?

He studied here at Cambridge.

Always find that rather miraculous.

♪ ♪ He took my book.

The dead man?

It was mine.

And he took it.

Did you try to get it back?

It was mine.

(crying): It was mine!

It's all right, it's okay.

I wanna make it stop!

(sobbing) Of course, you do.

I just wanna make it stop!

(sobbing) (whispers): Please make it stop.

Please make it stop.

♪ ♪ Make it stop.

Please.

(sobbing): Make it stop.

GEORDIE: Robin!

Geordie?

(door closes) He's scared-- you're scaring him.

♪ ♪ Now, you didn't want to hurt those men any more than you want to hurt us.

You were kind to them, weren't you?

You're a kind boy.

Nah, you're not gonna hurt us, Robin.

We both know that, hm?

(gasps) (handcuffs rattling) Next time you call in, be a bit more descriptive than, "He's here."

(door opens) (door closes) (footsteps approaching) (knocks) Bonnie.

Sorry, I'm interrupting.

No, no, no, come in.

How's Ernie?

Good-- yeah, really good, actually.

Um, he wanted me to give you this to say thank you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

No, it's just a little thing.

He said you were jealous of his.

Well, he is right, I was very jealous.

(chuckles) You're brilliant!

I mean, you were brilliant.

With Ernie yesterday.

I... You're just...

Brilliant?

(both chuckle) After everything, I, I didn't think Ernie was gonna be okay again.

And now I think he might be, so...

He will be okay-- he already is.

He has you, so...

Anyway, I, I'll just... (rings) (front door opens and closes) I pray every day.

I abide by Your every bloody rule.

So where are You?

Why won't You answer me?

I've done everything, and You take everything away.

I wanted a child.

You took that away.

I want to live.

I wanted to be happy, and You're taking that, too.

You know what?

You turn Your back on me, I'll turn my back on You, you bastard!

Robin, would you look at it?

Look at it, please.

Someone put their hands around his throat and squeezed until the life ebbed away from him.

Do you know how long it takes to kill a man like that?

Long enough to have regrets.

Long enough to look into their eyes and see the pain you're inflicting.

The fear.

"All things must die."

Were you trying to tell the police you'd done a terrible thing?

I wanted it to stop.

Did you put your hands around that man's throat?

It was meant to make things better.

How?

No one else can hurt them.

But you hurt them, Robin.

You hurt three men.

Now the hurting stops.

Doesn't it?

Robin, do you understand what you've done?

Do you understand the severity of your actions?

Can I have my book back?

♪ ♪ Of course, you can, son.

A doctor's gonna see you now.

He's gonna take you to a place where you'll be looked after.

Where you can get better.

And then can I go home, please?

I'd very much like to go home.

♪ ♪ Here we are.

Enjoy.

WOMAN: Thank you.

Oh, thank you, come again.

Jim!

I hope you don't mind.

I asked the inspector where I might find you.

Not at all.

How did I not see it?

What Robin was becoming?

Nobody did.

I hope to be a vicar one day.

Good for you.

I study people.

I want to be of use.

And I didn't see it.

He'll have help now.

In an asylum.

What kind of life is that?

(sighs) The man who Robin...

The last man who died.

Barney, was it?

Did they find his next of kin?

I'm afraid not.

What will happen to him?

He'll be buried.

No service, I imagine.

Not much of one.

An unmarked grave.

How unbelievably tragic for a life to end that way.

(church bell tolling) WILL (voiceover): At a time like this, we're reminded of the Good Samaritan.

♪ ♪ The parable of a man who showed mercy on a stranger.

Someone who didn't look away.

♪ ♪ The man we bury here today is a stranger, someone we may have walked past many times.

But let us be reminded, he was also a man who had hopes and dreams, just like us.

Who was loved and loved, just like us.

We think of someone as being poor if they have no food.

No shelter.

♪ ♪ But we can be poor in far more painful ways.

♪ ♪ Rejected by society.

♪ ♪ Cast out.

♪ ♪ (crying) WILL: Suffering alone.

We must stop walking by these people we think of as strangers.

We must acknowledge they are our brothers and our sisters.

They need our help, our love, our counsel.

Not tomorrow, but today.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

OTHERS: Amen.

(click) ♪ ♪ WILL: Murder?

Almost certainly.

Round up the charity ladies.

You do remember that you work for me?

I'm taking a hiatus.

I'm worried about Cath.

Operation: Get Cath and Geordie back together.

What have you done?

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