ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

Sorry, I won't be able to help.

CUMMING: Previously on "Grantchester"... Can we go home now, please?

Are you all right?

What's wrong?

GEORDIE: When I'm doing my questioning, I'll give you the look.

The look?

Got it.

You're leaving?

WILL: You will answer Inspector Keating's questions, you woeful excuse for a father.

GEORDIE: You're a dark horse.

Don't worry, I'll get to the bottom of it.

CUMMING: "Grantchester," right now, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (people singing "Abide With Me" accompanied by organ) ♪ Abide with me ♪ ♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪ ♪ The darkness deepens ♪ ♪ Lord, with me abide ♪ ♪ When other helpers fail ♪ (music fading): ♪ And comforts flee ♪ LEONARD: Thou shalt not steal, Jessica.

Do you know what a sin is?

It's when you've been naughty.

You've been very naughty indeed.

(coins drop in plate) Please don't tell my dad.

(coins click) Wonderful thing about sins: God is always happy to forgive them.

(exhales) I hardly think the Church of England's going to collapse for the lack of a thrupenny bit.

The thrupenny bit is not the point.

(punches, grunts) Isn't there something to be said about teaching forgiveness?

How about teaching them not to sin in the first place?

I don't think you're upset about the money.

I'm very upset about the money.

You said it wasn't the point.

(punching) If you want to talk to Mrs. C., do it.

I'm sure she'd love to see you.

LEONARD: It's shameful of you, frankly.

And this has nothing to do with Mrs. C. and everything to do with your lackadaisical approach.

(audio distorted) It's your duty to set the tone and I don't believe you're doing that.

(exhaling, punching bag rattles) Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost: as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Amen.

(inhales deeply, exhales) (people talking in background, teacup rattling) Leonard misses you.

We both do.

Do you know why I left?

I have an idea.

I pray for him.

Every day, I pray for his soul.

When I see how far he's been led astray...

I picture him at the gates of Heaven.

(voice breaking): The angels turn him away, it breaks my heart.

If Leonard gets turned away, then what hope do any of us have of getting in?

Heaven must be empty.

(bell tolling in distance) Mrs. Bennett's coming over this evening.

Urgent parochial business, apparently.

She's become monstrous in your absence.

How monstrous?

(quietly): She vetoed buying new hymn books.

She did not!

She doesn't have your rigor, Mrs. C. That's the problem.

I am quite rigorous, aren't I?

Most rigorous woman I've ever met.

No new hymn books?

What the Dickens.

(dog barking in distance) ♪ ♪ (brakes squeak, parking brake engages) GEORDIE (sighing): Aye, sandwiches?

Check.

Flask?

Check.

Fumble in the back seat?

Oh, give over.

(giggles) I don't know, Cathy.

Canoodling in public?

Surely an arrestable offense, Officer.

GEORDIE: Mr. Hobbs, how are you?

Keeping busy.

She behaving herself?

Oh, I keep her in line.

(chuckling): Don't worry about that.

Bye.

(shuts car door) She's the best thing to happen to this place in years.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

(taps door) ♪ ♪ (engine starting) (releases parking brake) ♪ ♪ WILL: You're entering into this union with your eyes open, I'm sure.

The challenge will be to bring out the best in one another.

I can see you do that already.

(phone ringing) Oh, sorry, excuse me.

(picks up phone) Vicarage.

(woman weeping on phone) Hello?

SALLY (on phone): He's done it again, Will.

Will?

(quietly): Yes.

I'm reporting it this time.

I mean it.

Please come home.

(men talking loudly) MAN: Why am I here?

Just hurry up.

You're wasting my time.

What the hell's all this?

They've been arrested, guv.

I gathered that much, Larry.

Arrested for what?

Larking about at the pictures.

Throwing straws and that.

Bloody hurts when one hits you, I'll tell you that for nothing.

Throwing straws?

Loitering, breach of the peace, and assaulting a police officer.

Nearly had his eye out.

Yeah, kids are idiots.

Idiocy: it's their stock in trade.

Doesn't mean we have to arrest every single one of them.

Well, consider it a coup de main.

A coup de what?

Strike while the iron's hot.

They're bound to do something eventually.

So technically, strike before the iron's hot.

(chuckles) Dirty mags away.

God's in the house.

(men talking loudly in background) I wouldn't normally do this.

That's all right.

I know how busy you are.

It's fine.

Last thing I want to do is disturb you.

Will!

My father has, um...

He's got himself in some trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Couldn't spare a few hours, could you?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

♪ ♪ (engine revving) (motorcycle humming) ♪ ♪ (motorcycle revving) (car honking) Slow down.

(car honking) (car engine humming) ♪ ♪ LEONARD: He forgave her, just like that.

No punishment, no slap on the wrists.

She's eight years old.

What were you hoping for-- stocks on the village green?

First it's a thrupenny bit, next it's a pound.

Before you know it, he'll be forgiving fornicators and bigamists and... Homosexuals?

(places teapot down) I like Will.

He's decent and kind.

Not to mention easy on the eye.

Daniel!

You're not angry at him.

You're angry at yourself.

I've had enough amateur psychology for today, thank you very much.

You're angry and ashamed because Mrs. C. is angry and ashamed of you.

I just keep wanting to tell her about my day.

Little bits of gossip I'd know she'd love to hear.

(voice breaking): What if she won't forgive me?

That's not Will's fault.

Have I been spiteful?

I have, haven't I?

The man I fell in love with isn't spiteful.

He's sweet and kind and understanding.

Who's he?

He sounds like a lovely chap.

Be kind, Leonard.

(engines slowing) (brakes squeak) (cuts engine, keys jingling) (engages parking brake) (birds chirping) You all right?

Fine.

(car door closes) (puts down helmet) (exhales) Will, you made it.

Thank you.

How is he?

He'll be all the better for seeing you.

This is my friend I told you about.

Geordie.

Pleased to meet you.

WILL: Are you sure you want to report it?

SALLY: If I do, you'll understand, won't you?

Of course.

Of course I will.

We probably should've done it a long time ago.

(breathing with difficulty) (groaning) You didn't come all this way for me, did you?

I know how you adore a fuss.

You get taller every time I see you.

Or maybe you get smaller.

Did you ever think about that?

(chuckles, grimaces) Old age.

Happens to the best of us.

WILL: You'll outlive us all.

What happened?

He just went.

Out of the blue.

He snapped.

Who did?

Mr. Davenport, I can't help you if you won't talk about... Eli isn't my father.

My father's the one who did this to him.

♪ ♪ (engines rumbling) ♪ ♪ (engines slowing) (brakes squeak) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Christ on a bike.

Will Davenport.

Man of the people.

I never told you where I was from.

You just assumed.

You let me assume.

Which is an entirely different thing... Flipping heck!

Oh, you have a gong.

WILL: What's a gong got to do with anything?

(man speaking, laughing nearby) How many bedrooms are there?

I don't know.

You are so rich.

(laughing) AMELIA: William!

Darling!

EDDIE: Bloody hell.

MEREDITH: It's a costume.

It has to be.

(chuckles) A vicar?

EDDIE: Kept that quiet, Thomas.

Well, isn't this a wonderful surprise?

Rather depends on why he's here.

I've seen Eli.

I've seen what you did to him.

Ah, the cordial visit explained.

He's an old man, Dad-- he's frail.

Who's your friend?

Inspector Keating, sir.

EDDIE: And I thought this evening was going to be dull.

Eli wants to report it.

He does, or you do?

Look, maybe we could go into another room and have a chat, hmm?

Do you like veal?

Inspector?

Never had it.

Mrs. Roper, set two more places.

Have a seat.

Perhaps you'd like to say grace, William.

For Christ's sake, don't encourage him.

Oh, if we could start at the beginning, sir.

Not even the decency to wait till dessert?

THOMAS: I caught Roper stealing.

I punished him.

You have my statement.

In full.

No, you're wrong.

Eli wouldn't steal.

(exhales) Ask William how much he earns.

How much?

Do we have to talk about money?

It's so vulgar.

Ten pounds a week.

(laughing): Ten pounds?!

THOMAS (laughing): What can I say?

He's a constant disappointment.

GEORDIE: Mr. Davenport, if you wouldn't mind telling us exactly what was stolen.

EDDIE: Do you really believe in all that?

Father, Son, Holy Ghost?

Course he believes.

He used to be such a riot, you know.

Girls, drink, tearing around on that bike of his.

Oh, William, do you remember Biarritz?

What was her name?

Celine, was it?

Serene?

(exhales) 16 years old, and fell in love with a whore.

(Thomas laughs) How'd you know it was Eli?

Oh... change of subject.

I've touched a nerve.

GEORDIE: Where's your evidence, Mr. Davenport?

Does this mean you're off sex, Will?

Eddie!

Answer the question, Dad.

Not until you've answered Eddie's.

I'm abstaining.

Until I get married.

Oh, don't get married.

It's a trap.

MEREDITH: Well, I think it's rather sweet.

THOMAS: What, celibacy?

Sweet?

Alien concept, eh, darling?

Where's your evidence, Mr. Davenport?

I have an eyewitness.

Mmm.

I saw your gardener-- what's he called, Roper-- coming out of the pawn shop in town.

THOMAS: Three shillings he got for that God-awful brooch of your mother's.

(chuckles humorlessly) He's been doing it for months.

(claps): Oh-- Celeste!

That was it.

To Celeste, finest whore in Biarritz.

Eli's loyal, he's decent.

And I'm not.

Eddie's not.

That's not what I meant.

Mrs. Roper.

Fetch your husband.

Yes, sir.

Thomas, please... THOMAS: If he wants to do it let's do it.

Oh, sit down, William.

Sit down!

MRS. BENNETT: Perhaps we should wait for Mr. Davenport.

He's tied up, I'm afraid, with... matters of importance.

Is it true he's a communist?

Thou shalt not raise a false report, Mrs. Bennett.

Item number one: the reemergence of mold in the vestry.

Did we try vinegar?

We've tried everything.

(knock at door) These trials are sent to test us, and in them we shall find God's glory.

I'm not sure how much glory there is in mildew.

(birds chirping) Oh.

Hello.

Do come in.

(door closes) We were discussing mildew.

That isn't resolved?

Sadly, it blights us still.

(snaps purse shut) May I?

Thank you.

We kept your hook empty.

You know what they say, wherever you hang your hat, that's home.

Or your coat, in this particular instance.

It's not been the same without you.

Mr. Davenport said things are falling apart.

LEONARD: It's a lot less tidy, that's for certain.

He said you couldn't arrange a you-know-what in a you-know-what.

Is that right?

He said you lack rigor.

I'm managing very well, thank you.

(forcefully): Single-handedly, some might say.

He seemed to think otherwise.

Shall we go through?

Actually, I don't think we will.

I'm sure you don't want to keep us any longer than you have to.

I see.

Very well.

(door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ Have you got your Bible with you, Roper?

Course you have.

EDDIE: Excellent.

Make him swear on it.

Don't do this, Dad.

Tell us what you did.

(quietly): Maybe we should do this in private.

I want to hear him say it.

(wine pouring) I didn't do anything, sir.

You calling me a liar?

THOMAS: You tell the truth.

Or pack your bags.

WILL: That's enough now.

I'm a thief.

And the punishment I gave you?

That is enough!

(quietly): I deserved it.

THOMAS: Louder, please.

(more loudly): I deserved it.

THOMAS: There you are.

William, that what you wanted?

Shall we have dessert, Sally?

Yes, ma'am.

(door opens) Was that really necessary, Mr. Davenport?

AMELIA: Do let's talk about something nice.

How's My Dirty Deed?

Oh, God.

(chuckles) I asked for that, didn't I?

Do you like horses, Inspector?

Like's a bit strong.

Eddie and I are investing.

Our very own thoroughbred.

My Dirty Deed is being shipped over from Ireland as we speak.

How are the stables looking?

Good.

Ready.

Yes, "dirty deed."

Not something you'll be able to partake of for a while, eh, Will?

More's the pity.

♪ ♪ (clock chiming) ♪ ♪ (quietly): Lacks bloody rigor.

AMELIA (quietly): I'm so sorry, Mrs. Roper.

Please accept our apologies, and you're quite right, it should never have happened.

Please apol...

Darling.

You don't believe it, do you?

Don't-- please, don't aggravate him.

Hmm?

It is so wonderful to see you.

My handsome boy.

The constant disappointment.

He doesn't mean it.

MEREDITH: You'll be thrilled to hear there are slides of this damn horse.

Your presence is requested.

You grew up.

It tends to happen.

Congratulations on a job well done.

(chuckles) Seems a waste, though.

(whispering): You had such promise.

(lighter clicks) Mmm.

We're ready.

Ten pounds a week.

(exhales) (Eddie tapping) EDDIE: The Irish-- not good for much, but they know a thing or two about horses.

(lighter clicks) (slides clicking) Remarkably strong for a juvenile.

Father won the Irish Derby at the Curragh three years running.

Excuse me.

(quietly): Run.

Get out while you can.

(slide clicks) Celeste, eh?

What my dad failed to mention was that he paid for her.

For my 16th birthday.

For my 16th, my dad got me a bar of chocolate and he shook my hand.

Pretty sure he slept with her, too.

It's nice to have a shared experience, I suppose.

I should've stood up to him.

I shouldn't have backed down.

Your dad strikes me as the type of fella who doesn't like being stood up to.

Eli's a Christian man.

Look, if I worked here, day in, day out, surrounded by all this money, I might help myself, as well.

We're not rich, Geordie.

You have a gong.

Come with me.

♪ ♪ Most of the house is like this.

Place is decaying around them.

Not that they'd let anyone know that.

Appearances must be maintained.

Oh, you have no idea.

All this yours one day, is it?

Primogeniture.

Father to son.

Always been handy with his fists, has he?

It's his favorite hobby.

(light switch clicks) ♪ ♪ So all this... dog-collar hoopla was rebellion, was it?

I needed to find another path.

I found it.

A redemption.

Something like that.

I'd have stuck with Celeste.

(chuckles softly) You are never going to let me forget that, are you?

Not a hope in hell.

(clears throat) Well...

Thank you for coming all this way.

Ah, don't be daft.

You heading back?

I'm going to stay, try and sort this mess out.

You don't fancy one for the road, do you?

(places bottle down) I think my wife's having an affair.

There's this bloke she works with.

I thought he was a pansy.

Maybe I didn't want to see what was staring me right in the face.

Have you asked her?

Christ, no.

What are you afraid to hear?

That it's true.

That I deserve it.

Why would you deserve it?

Ah.

What was her name?

Margaret.

Making mistakes is easy.

Forgiving ourselves is the hard part.

(chuckles softly) You won't say a word to anyone?

They'd throw me in a cell before I'd tell a soul.

MEREDITH: He won't wake up.

WILL: Meredith?

He won't wake up!

He won't wake up!

WILL: In the mercy of Jesus Christ who redeemed you, and the power of the Holy Spirit who strengthens you... May the heavenly host sustain you and the company of Heaven enfold you.

Amen.

GEORDIE: There's no blood in the corridor.

None on the stairs.

He's killed while he sleeps.

Yet his wife doesn't wake up.

You think it's her?

There's no sign of a struggle.

She's covered in his blood.

She's capable of deceit, Geordie.

She's not the most loyal of wives.

Mistakes are easily made, eh?

Did Eddie know?

Everyone knew.

(cigarette pack rustling) Your husband can't have been pleased to see Will.

He's told you, has he?

He's so honest.

It's a little painful sometimes, don't you find?

I find it refreshing.

Were you happy, you and your husband?

Are you married?

Yeah.

Are you happy?

Maybe it made him angry, seeing Will.

No maybe about it.

And maybe there was a fight.

Oh, "She can seduce a boy, who knows what else she can do?

Kill her husband?"

Did you?

Why would I need to?

Neither of us were happy.

Both of us had affairs.

But we muddled along.

And it worked.

(chuckling): In its own peculiar way.

Why did you stay together?

I don't know.

Fear of scandal, maybe.

We rich folk are rather fond of a scandal.

All those secrets to be swept under all those carpets.

Maybe Eddie was tired of sweeping things under the carpet.

Marriage is a lifelong feat of diplomacy.

The most important things must never be discussed.

(bell tolling) (churchgoers murmuring) (breathing heavily): Apologies.

Mr. Davenport is indisposed presently, and so I have had to step into the breach.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends.

Once more... ...here I am...

Very firmly in the breach.

I don't even know how you met-- you and Eddie.

At school, wasn't it, darling?

We'd steal cigarettes.

Smoke them on the roof.

Concoct great schemes.

Grand plans.

(door opens) GEORDIE: Local officers are on their way.

Thank you, Inspector.

We all know who did it.

We don't know anything.

Eddie humiliated Roper last night.

Threatened his livelihood.

Thomas, he's an old man.

I want him arrested.

Well, that's not how it works, sir.

Spoken with Inspector Banley, have you?

Mm-hmm.

He's a good friend of mine.

A very good friend, and that is exactly how it's going to work.

Do you remember when I'd read to you?

Of course I remember.

ELI: You liked the thrilling bits best.

Daniel in the lion's den.

Moses and the Ten Commandments... David and Goliath.

(chuckling) Over and over again, that one.

You couldn't hear it enough.

This yours, Mr. Roper?

WILL: It belonged to the victim.

♪ ♪ Would you come with me please, sir?

I didn't take it.

I didn't take it!

Someone must've put it there-- Geordie.

It's not my investigation, Will.

♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): You're hurting him!

Let me say goodbye to my wife, at least.

Just tell the truth.

It's gone too far now!

What's gone too far?

Ask your mother.

Let her explain herself.

♪ ♪ Someone put that cigarette case there to frame him.

Who?

Meredith.

Meredith?

What about these?

Why would Eli have receipts from a pawnbroker?

I don't know, but she has a motive.

Look, their marriage was unconventional, but...

It was more than that, it was more than unconventional.

That is not a motive.

Did she tell you about the pregnancy?

What pregnancy?

Don't clam up on me now.

It was mine.

It was dealt with.

When was this?

I was 17.

Eddie never forgave her for it.

I'd say that's a motive.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ Pray for him.

Will you?

Pray for us both.

♪ ♪ You don't know these people.

You don't know how they operate.

It's her.

It has to be.

AMELIA: Silverware, mainly.

Serving platters.

Cutlery.

Cutlery was ghastly anyway.

What else did he take?

AMELIA: Um... some jewelry.

My emerald ring.

You can keep that if you find it.

My mother gave it me.

All this tragedy over some second-rate jewelry and tarnished cutlery.

What a waste.

♪ ♪ (floor creaks) ♪ ♪ Pearl earrings.

Gold locket.

Emerald ring.

Everything Eli took was yours.

It's almost like he stole to order.

You give them to Eli, he pawns them for you.

I have to pay the staff.

They've gone without so many times.

Does Dad give you anything at all?

(sighs and mutters) A few pounds housekeeping.

I have asked for more on occasion, but he, um... (stammering): He...

He, he feels terrible about it.

No, he doesn't.

He struggles, William.

I know he doesn't show it.

I've only ever seen him cry once.

It was the day you were born.

(chuckles softly) He held you in his arms and he looked into your eyes, and...

He sobbed his heart out.

Come with me to the police.

No.

If Eli didn't steal, then why kill Eddie?

This family-- this family is respected.

We have standing, we have... You'd let Eli hang to save our reputation?

Come to the station.

♪ ♪ Will you give me a moment?

♪ ♪ (firing) (birds twittering, wings flapping) Say this is what pierced Eddie's skull.

Someone stabbed him with a nail?

It's possible.

(gun fires in distance) Then what, it just falls out of his head?

Okay, that's less possible.

I'm just positing the theory that he wasn't murdered up there.

We saw him go upstairs.

Maybe he wasn't drunk.

Maybe he was injured.

Then where was he killed?

I don't know, Will.

It could've been anywhere is what you're saying.

Anyone could've done it.

That's not what I'm saying.

Then what are you saying?

What I'm saying is, there's more suspects than Meredith, Will.

(chuckles humorlessly) Why are you so desperate for it to be her?

Because the alternative is too awful to contemplate.

(birds chirping) Mum's the one keeping this place afloat.

Did you know that?

Eli was acting on her behalf.

Why a vicar?

Why not a banker or a lawyer?

I'm interested.

You've never been interested before.

God spoke to you, did he?

In a manner of speaking.

Working in the City.

Property, finance, that's a man's work.

Not this man, I'm afraid.

Did you see Eddie go to bed?

There wasn't, uh, an argument or... You're asking if I killed him.

I lost my investment the moment Eddie died.

Thousands of pounds and a sodding horse to pay for!

What exactly did I gain from his death?

Hmm?

Reflects badly on us, you know.

Your job.

Makes us look... Poor?

We are.

Your mother cries every night from the shame of it.

Do you ever think it's not me that she's crying about?

Be a man for once, William.

Go on.

Tell me.

What, count the ways that you've hurt her?

Is that what you want?

Where do I start?

You know what I yearn for?

I yearn for the days when you were interesting.

The days of Celeste.

The days of Meredith.

Fine-looking woman, Meredith.

Hmm.

Not a bad screw, either.

(inhales sharply) You're so like me sometimes.

(laughs) THOMAS: Where's she going?

Hmm?

Where are you going?

I'm, I'm going to see about Eli.

I shan't be long.

You discussed our financial situation with him, did you?

Brought the servants into this?

Would you like to step aside, Mr. Davenport?

You humiliate me, you stupid bitch!

WILL: No, Dad, stop!

THOMAS: Stupid little bitch!

Stop it!

What will people say?

Did you think of that, hmm?

WILL: Stop it!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry, I'm, I'm... (footsteps retreating) (Thomas chuckles softly) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ I may not know these people.

I may not know how they operate.

But I've seen enough in this world to know, rich or poor, a violent man is a violent man.

Meredith was sleeping with my father.

Perhaps Eddie found out.

And, and she lashed out...

Your father hits your mother.

Doesn't he?

And he hit you, too, not just once or twice.

That doesn't make him a killer.

I know you don't want to consider it... Where's your evidence?

I don't have any.

Exactly, you don't have any.

♪ ♪ Thank you for your time.

I'm grateful, I really am.

He beats the (no audio) out of you, Will, and you're still trying to protect him.

I am not protecting him.

Yes, you are!

Your mum does it, too.

You want to see the good in him, I understand that, but not everyone is good, Will.

Not everyone can be saved.

Why not?

Why can't they?

I have an idea who killed Eddie.

And I think you do, too.

Sometimes the truth is staring you right in the face.

♪ ♪ (clicks) ♪ ♪ (slide clicks) ♪ ♪ (tamps out cigarette) ♪ ♪ (clicks) ♪ ♪ (rummaging) (clicks) (metal clangs) (slide clicks) WILL (voiceover): There was no horse.

It was just an old photograph.

It was a con.

Dad was conning Eddie!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Will?

♪ ♪ It's him, isn't it?

It's him.

It's my dad.

No, thank you.

Hmm.

You really are holier than thou, aren't you?

(objects rustling) Eddie still thought you were wealthy.

He didn't realize.

Right until the end, did he?

EDDIE: I just want to see where the damn horse is going to be kept!

♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): There never was a horse coming over from Ireland.

The pictures in the slideshow, they were from years ago.

How much did Eddie give you?

£1,000?

£2,000?

EDDIE (voiceover): Are you broke?

You are, aren't you?

You should've asked.

Stupid bastard.

Maybe I should get you to beg for it.

(Thomas grunts, Eddie yelps) I don't think you meant to do it.

(groaning) (breathing with difficulty) WILL (voiceover): I don't think you ever really mean to do any of it.

My father once walked me round this house.

He said, "Our family belongs to this place.

"It doesn't belong to us, we belong to it.

"And we have a sacred duty to protect it for the generations to come."

It's a millstone.

And I'm carrying it alone.

Do you understand why I had to leave?

You despise me.

No, I don't.

Have you informed your friend?

Yes.

(exhales) (inhales deeply) You want me to confess.

Repent and all shall be forgiven.

(exhales) Best go make myself look presentable.

(exhales) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds calling) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (knocking rapidly at door) Dad?

♪ ♪ Dad?

What is it?

♪ ♪ (wind blowing, leaves rustling) Dad?

Dad?

(gun fires in distance) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (breathlessly): What?

♪ ♪ (gasping) (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (ratcheting) WILL: Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

World without end.

WILL: Come back with me.

I'm fine.

When people ask, we'll tell them it was an accident.

Shall we?

Does nobody any good to dishonor him now.

He was a wonderful man.

And he loved you very much.

I don't want to leave you.

Well, it won't be for long, will it?

Everything will be fine when you're home.

♪ ♪ (motorcycle engine rumbling, stops) (brakes squeak) Do you want me to come in with you?

I'm fine.

I'm fine, thank you.

(sighs) LEONARD: I was beginning to think you'd gone off into the wilderness.

You weren't far off-- 40 days and 40 nights.

I suppose we should be grateful that you came back at all.

Now's not the time.

Now is precisely the time.

Mr. Davenport.

Please.

Have a seat.

(television playing in other room) Fish and chips all right?

Do we talk, Cathy?

We're talking now, aren't we?

Like, really talk, I mean.

Well, what about?

I don't know.

Your job.

Oh, I know how you feel about my job.

You've not held back about that.

What's his Christian name?

Mr. Hobbs.

Anthony.

Why?

(dishes clattering) Do you like him?

Oh, don't be silly.

Maybe it doesn't make much difference.

I have a fling.

You have a fling.

I can't believe you'd even think that!

Then what?

What is it?

(utensils clattering) Please.

(drops utensils) (exhales) Don't get angry.

I'm not going to get angry.

It was, uh... after work.

I don't know, I, I was stupid to go.

Go where?

He bought me a Tom Collins.

What did he do?

I was stupid to go!

Cathy, love... (crying): He kissed me.

And then his hands were all over me, and now he's always watching me.

He's always there!

Don't you dare.

Don't you dare!

This didn't happen to you!

This happened to me.

This is not your fight, Geordie!

This is my fight.

No, don't you dare!

(shouting): Don't you dare!

(door opens) (door closes) Sometimes we must look to the teachings of the church.

Theft is a sin.

If we do not teach our young that, how will they learn?

You must lay down rules.

There must be some semblance of control.

Otherwise everything falls apart.

Mr. Finch has informed me of your repeated failings, and what I hear does not inspire me with confidence.

Perhaps if you deigned to turn up for a service once in a while.

A little more... rigor.

It's not too much to ask, is it?

I expect the girl to be dealt with properly.

Start as we mean to go on, eh, Mr. Davenport?

I'm sorry, Will, but you forced my hand.

There was only so much I could take.

You've not set any kind of example.

That's the problem-- for me, for any of us.

You've done nothing to prove yourself.

You've not shown any sign that you're up to the task.

In truth, you've been a constant disappointment.

(Leonard falls) (breathing heavily) (panting) (footsteps retreating) (exhales) (click) CUMMING: Next time on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

You have responsibilities now you're the man of the house.

I have responsibilities in Grantchester, too.

GEORDIE: They found a body behind the dance hall.

I'll not have you mixing with that lot.

They're not all bad.

(shouting, whistle blowing) Kids are killing each other, Will!

If we don't stamp it out, what next?

CUMMING: "Grantchester," the season finale, next time, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

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