Careful, Sidney.
I don't think so.
Amanda!
Amanda!
It's not funny! It is funny.
Terrible weather we're having.
You may kiss me.
Do something for me.
What? Throw away those shoes.
Train's about to depart.
I'll just pop down to Savile Row, shall I,
and have some new ones handmade?
See you next Friday.
What would Mrs Maguire say? "What the Dickens?!"
"What the Dickens?!"
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Mr Chambers...
Sorry, Mr Brant. Can't stop.
What the Dickens?
You know who I blame? Sidney Becket.
It's Bechet, Mrs Maguire. Bechet.
So inconsiderate. I won't have it.
They've got a point.
A man who takes his own life is going straight to hell.
Life is a glorious gift.
One that should not be discarded lightly.
But for some, the trials of life can be a terrible burden.
No-one can truly understand the depth of another's suffering.
Verily I say unto you,
all sins shall be forgiven unto the sons of men."
All sins shall be forgiven.
Mrs Staunton.
Thank you, Mr Chambers.
Thank you so very much.
Such kind words.
Barely recognised the old bastard.
Sorry, darling.
She's German, you know.
This German officer - poker shoved firmly up his arse -
says to me,
"I will only surrender to a superior officer."
Was there one anywhere to be seen?
Course there bloody wasn't.
Annabel, do sit down. Please.
So Stephen, bearing in mind he's the same rank as me,
marches in there bold as brass and said he was a major.
Bugger me if the Kraut didn't surrender!
Pamela Morton.
Stephen was my husband's business partner.
Sidney Chambers.
I know who you are.
You looked rather forlorn standing over here on your own.
No-one knows what to say to a clergyman after a funeral.
They can't relax till I've gone.
Perhaps they think they have to behave as if they're still in church.
Perhaps I remind them too much of death.
Is there...
somewhere we can talk?
Drink? Thank you.
Not sherry?
I'm not partial to it.
But you're a vicar.
One of my many clerical failings.
Anything I say is confidential?
You can rely on my discretion, Mrs Morton.
I knew that Stephen's marriage wasn't as happy as it had once been.
She is German, you know.
Er...yes.
A few months ago,
I was supposed to be meeting my husband from work.
He'd forgotten, of course.
Stephen suggested we go for a drink.
It was the usual chatter to begin with,
but then...something changed.
He said we should run away together.
Begin again.
He said we could go to Niece.
And the French Riviera.
Dance on warm summer evenings under the stars.
We talked. We planned.
We made love.
I'm sorry. I'm embarrassing you.
No. No, you're not embarrassing me.
We were going to live as we had never lived.
Those were the last words he said to me.
"We will live as we have never lived."
So you see why I have come to you, Mr Chambers?
I'm not sure I do.
Stephen did not kill himself.
When I heard you speak I knew that I could trust you.
I can't go to the police.
But you...
The human heart, that's your responsibility, isn't it?
You can ask any question.
Of anyone.
However private.
I'm sorry...
I still don't get your meaning.
I mean murder, Mr Chambers.
Need a girl?
Er...not at the moment.
Suit yourself.
Thank you for the kind offer.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Chambers.
Inspector Keating.
You behave yourself, Annie.
Piss off, Geordie.
Sorry about that. I've heard far worse, believe me.
Bugger yourself sideways, Geordie!
Murder? Yes, Inspector.
You have a source?
An anonymous source.
Anonymous. Of course.
Look, I've got two ongoing fraud investigations,
a spate of burglaries.
I've got a black market fellow selling dodgy mutton
that gives his customers the terrible runs.
As far as I'm concerned, the case is as clear as crystal.
Sometimes things can be rather too clear, don't you think?
No, not really.
He drank. That's what the Irish do of course,
but he was in debt up to his eyeballs.
Took from his firm.
He was on the verge of being discovered,
so he stays on in the office, sets about a decanter of whiskey,
and he blows his brains out.
Did he leave a note?
Yes. There was a note.