Grantchester

SISTER GRACE: I've met men of God before.

All hypocrisy.

Thou shalt not kill.

I'm pretty good with that one.

(motorcycle revs, flashbulb pops) We're investigating a murder.

ELLIE: What have you got for me, then?

Cause of death?

GEORDIE: Ellie writes for the "Echo."

Nothing wrong with a harmless fantasy.

WILL: Who said anything about harmless?

(grunts, glass breaks) Should I be worried about you?

No.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (birds chirping) (motorcycle engine humming) (motorcycle engine rumbling) (bicycle bell rings) LARRY: Boss.

Have a look at the blonde.

(chattering) She'll be picking sick out of that blonde hair come midnight.

Mark my words, Larry, same every year.

Spring bloody balls.

WILL (voiceover): "And the Lord God planted a garden, eastward in Eden.

"And there he put the man whom He had formed.

"And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food."

We all know how the creation story starts.

But even though we've been cast out of Eden, it doesn't mean we have to wait until heaven to glimpse paradise.

Behave, behave!

Whoa!

(boy groans) What did I tell you?

WILL (voiceover): And just because we're fallen doesn't mean we have to keep falling.

The Insider can report that Tobias Montague, second son of the Earl of Montague, was seen trading blows with High Court Judge Hugh Teak's son and namesake.

Too much punch, question mark.

We don't have to listen to the snakes.

We don't have to eat the apples.

Though I could probably make an exception for Mrs. Chapman's apple pie.

(worshippers laughing) We can never return to Eden, but through our choices, our actions, with Jesus' help, I believe we can get close.

We are all Adam and Eve, and the world is our garden.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

(giggling) Thank you very much.

DRIVER: Thank you, sir.

Here we are, then.

Good old Grantchester.

Hmm.

Quiet compared to Marrakesh, isn't it?

I think anywhere would be.

Until next year, then?

Well, I'll see you before then.

Inshallah.

I think we're allowed a stiff handshake.

(music playing faintly on speaker) Mmm.

Thanks, Marie.

You know, I'm surprised you made it.

(sighs) A hangover's never kept me from a good breakfast.

I'm not talking about the hangover.

I thought staying in a college bed might've stirred some of the old instincts.

Yeah.

Sleep.

How was your night?

Mmm?

Like being a PC again.

All hands on deck.

Six drunk disorderlies, two serious assaults.

But only four incidents of indecent exposure.

Mm-hmm.

What is it with bloody students this time of year?

Oh, it's the end of term, Geordie.

Just letting their hair down.

And their trousers.

Who's letting their trousers down?

Oh, morning, Ellie.

Oh, come on.

I'll tell you which senior police officer was seen perusing the ladies of Mill Road last night.

William Davenport, Ellie Harding.

Ellie writes for the "Echo."

Seems to think I'm a free source of news.

And cigarettes.

Hi.

Hmm, he's better looking than the rest of your boys.

I wouldn't bother, he's celibate.

Thanks.

Oh, you're that Will.

Should change your name to Won't.

(humorless laugh) (chuckles) (bell chimes) Boss, we need you.

Not you.

(word catches) So, you take a vicar but not a journalist?

(door closes) Judging by what she's wearing, she was a guest at the ball last night.

Porters found her first thing.

They say sometimes students jump off the bridge to show off.

GEORDIE: If she was showing off, there'd be witnesses.

(birds chirping) Excuse me?

GEORDIE: Oi!

Police!

WILL: It's part of Linley College.

Probably don't want to admit they spent the night with boys.

Jess?

Miss, miss... Jess!

Can't come down here.

That's my friend.

She's my friend.

Jess!

(Vronky crying) (Dickens barks) Ooh, hello, Dickens, hello.

Oh, I've missed you.

Oh, there you are.

How was Bognor?

You had the sun, then?

It was very temperate.

I've got you some... dates.

And this is argan oil, it's supposed to be very good for your skin.

From Bognor?

And some slippers for Will.

Bognor Regis?

Mm-hmm.

Well.

VRONKY: We were drinking and... dancing and talking to boys together.

Then I-I went to the lavatory, and when I came back, she'd gone.

I-I just assumed she'd gone back to Newnham, and when I got there around 11:00 she hadn't signed in.

When she wasn't there this morning, I... Was there anyone else there she was talking to?

There were, uh, some other girls from our college.

(murmurs) And these boys you were dancing with?

(Vronky sighs) It was a ball, there were hundreds of them.

You don't, you don't think one of them... We're just trying to establish what happened.

We won't know anything until after the postmortem.

What was Jessica's mood like, the last time you saw her?

Good.

I mean, she could get a little maudlin when drunk.

Maudlin about what?

It can be quite difficult to fit in here, especially at big functions where everyone knows everyone else, how to act.

But not last night.

Last night she was happy.

It was fun, I-I think.

GEORDIE: So, when you say you were drinking, how drunk do you think Jessica was?

We're not used to drinking champagne, and... And these boys are so generous, they do top you up.

So, would you say falling-over drunk?

Oh, I see.

Well, I don't know if she had any more after I left, but I would say that's certainly possible.

All right.

Thank you, Miss, uh... Fitzpatrick.

Vronky.

Short for Veronica.

If we have any more questions, we'll be in touch.

Bye.

(door opens) (sighs) I don't suppose you fancy a postmortem on a hangover?

It's the third weekend of the month.

Eh?

Lunch with Mum.

Oh.

AMELIA: Well, it's east facing so, um, the sun does come in first thing, and, uh, the curtains are rather thin.

We can always replace the curtains.

And the upstairs neighbors walk about like elephants, so.

A lady does like to live in the manner to which she's accustomed, doesn't one?

How was your holiday, Leonard?

Oh, it was... paradise.

There!

What about a week away?

That might cheer you up.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Have you ever tried the English Riviera?

Bognor.

I don't need cheering up.

You were complaining again.

I was making conversation.

Mum, you have money, a flat in Chelsea, this is your chance to build the life you want.

I had the life I wanted.

I saw a dead girl today who will never have that opportunity.

Yes, well, I can't compete with that.

I'm not asking you to compete, I just want you to try.

More shepherd's pie, anyone?

AMELIA: No, thank you, Sylvia.

It, it was delicious, but, um, I've had quite enough.

Mum, I'm, I'm... Would you be so kind as to telephone for a taxi?

(sighs) (Will groans) (water hissing) (cup shattering) (sighs) (footsteps approaching) What was that?

I, uh, I dropped my cup.

I told you that thing was a deathtrap.

Steam shooting out everywhere like a runaway train.

Don't worry about cleaning up, I'll do it.

I wasn't going to.

I'm here in a social capacity today, not a working one.

I've got my own home to tend to, thank you very much.

(places tray down) I'm not your mother.

You've only got one of them.

I'm sorry you had to witness that.

She's not herself at the moment.

You don't need to apologize for her.

She's done nothing wrong.

There are certain things you do not talk about at the dinner table.

Sex, religion, politics.

One of those we can't avoid.

The other two, yeah, I think we're fine.

I'm talking about a woman's moods.

They're nobody's business but her own.

Even if they upset her.

If that's what she needs, yes.

What she needs is to see the positives and move on.

Well, you don't get that by haranguing her.

I wasn't haranguing her.

You were cajoling her.

I wasn't cajo... look at you.

What did you do when the walls in here were looking dingy?

I had them redecorated.

Exactly.

It took me three vicars and a new husband to even think about doing that.

Well, one needs to start somewhere.

Look, I know what she's like.

She goes along with things, she gets stuck in a rut, she needs someone to nudge her in the right direction.

And that's you, is it?

Whom else?

Be careful you don't cut yourself.

(sighs, shards clinking) That's the contents of her handbag.

Get these tested, see where they're from.

Yes, boss.

She was wearing that under her dress.

A garter.

She didn't sound like the type.

Pathologist said cause of death was blow to the side of her head.

Well, she could've hit it on a rock at the bottom of the river.

He said there was no water in her lungs.

But that means she was dead before she went into the water.

(Will grunting) Come on, knees up, no slacking!

All right, straight-in, 20 press-ups.

Chests to the floor.

Come on you too, Vicar, show them how it's done!

(sighs) I'm busy losing to this bag.

You all right?

Ah, you know, the world.

Hey.

It's a beautiful place, and don't let anyone tell you different.

Here he is!

You got any fresh blood for me, Keatsy?

No, not this time, Vic.

Well, it's no wonder, is it?

In that shape, you'll never catch them.

(Vic and Will laughing) Hey, there someone wants a word with you.

Hey, Luke!

Hey, I never said stop, did I?

Go on, carry on!

All right.

What'd you want to say to the inspector?

I'm sorry for stealing them bikes.

And thank you for sending me here instead of prison.

Wasn't my choice, son.

You can thank my chief constable for that.

But I'm glad to see you're enjoying it.

You want to see him spar?

Never gives up this one.

It's Will I need to see, actually.

Oh, what's he done this time?

I need his help with a murder investigation.

GEORDIE: And how come he's always so bloody cheerful?

Vic's Victors.

Too many punches to the head, if you ask me.

Oh, come on, it's got to be better than Borstal.

Hard work, discipline, a chance to make something of themselves.

Yeah, tougher criminals.

Inspector.

Principal Shaw.

Andrea, please.

Uh, Mr. William Davenport.

He was there when we first discovered the body, and he's assisting with our inquiries.

I'm sorry about Jessica.

Indeed.

However, with not one but two pillars of the patriarchy in attendance, state and church, I'm sure we'll soon get to the bottom of this.

This is why I need you here.

Feel free to translate.

(birds squawking) You ever wonder what a girl feels like walking past a building site?

Not really.

Well, now you know.

ANDREA: Jessica Hall was a model student.

She came from a rather strict background, and I believe Newnham was a chance for her to escape, carve a niche for herself.

Were you aware of any disagreements or quarrels Jessica was having, perhaps with the other girls?

Oh, that's rather a tired old trope, don't you think, Inspector?

High-achieving women keeping each other in their place isn't something we encourage or tolerate at Newnham.

That's a no.

Uh, was she the type to have boyfriends, male acquaintances?

The type?

Uh, well, the inspector's just trying to build a picture of Jessica's life.

Well, we don't tend to have men on college grounds, so I wouldn't know.

Please excuse the disarray.

Jessica's death will cast a shadow over our college ball tomorrow, but we'll now hold it in her honor.

I'd have thought a ball was a rather patriarchal tradition for your tastes.

Not the way we're doing it.

There'll be an all-female band, speakers, and of course it'll be the girls asking the boys to dance rather than the other way around.

Lock up your sons.

(door opens) These are the girls who attended the Linley ball last night.

GEORDIE: We saw you at the scene this morning.

Yeah, we called to you, but you didn't stop.

Must've been some other girls.

Of course we'd have stopped for poor Jessica.

Now, we're investigating the murder of one of your friends.

Murder?

So, I would appreciate some cooperation.

ANDREA: Heather and her friends signed back into the college before curfew, see here.

I specifically requested this from the porter's lodge.

These are all in the same handwriting.

I signed in for all of us.

(clock ticking) And are there any witnesses who can verify the times written here?

A night porter's on hand for any disturbances, but we trust our students, Inspector.

Newnham girls know how to behave.

Perhaps we could take a look at Jessica's room?

Alone.

The girls can't say they were out all night in front of the principal.

Hello?

WILL: See?

Proves my point.

They do it in case a night porter does the rounds.

So she was the type.

What does that even mean?

I used to do it.

Exactly.

(sighs) (Will continues rummaging) Geordie.

Mm-hmm?

(rustling) Bennies.

They're pep-up pills.

Yeah, I know what Benzedrine is.

How do you?

Well, people do them at rock 'n' roll nights.

I've heard.

So, she was taking uppers, out all night, and she's not the only one.

We could try and speak to the girls separately, try and piece together her movements from there.

Between drink, pills, and covering for each other, I doubt we're going to get anything concrete.

Unless... WILL: We got the film from the official photographer.

"Survivor's photograph"?

They take it at the end of the ball.

To prove you made it through the night.

I didn't think you could be seen round here.

Shame about the circumstances.

(Geordie clears throat) It's not that dark in here.

(chemicals splashing) Et voil.

WILL: There's Jessica.

And Vronky.

She said she was back at Newnham by 11: 00.

Those boys look fairly familiar with them too.

Geordie!

No comment yet, Ellie.

Is it true the girl's body was found decapitated?

She wasn't decapitated.

Ah, so, a girl was found dead.

Schoolboy error.

Who was she then?

Drunk posh girl who met the wrong bloke?

She was a young woman trying to enjoy herself and make something of her life.

Aren't we all?

(Will chuckles humorlessly) If spreading malicious gossip's how you enjoy yourself, you might want to have another look at your life.

I knew you's two'd get on.

Well, at least I make my own stuff up for a living, rather than spouting rubbish from some old book.

Come on, we've got work to do.

When there's something to report, you'll be the first to know, Ellie.

How can anyone be that callous?

Journos are always like that.

They see enough darkness, they get used to it.

So do you, so do I.

Least we're trying to make the world better, not worse.

(dog barking in distance) I'll cancel the double date with her and Cathy then, shall I?

(muffled banging and groaning inside) (groaning and shouting inside) What's going on?

ALASTAIR: Get off me.

Oi!

I saw you at Newnham this morning!

We'll be able to trace you.

We just want to talk.

It's them boys you should be talking to.

We will, okay?

Hmm?

Just hold him there.

Wait.

(Will groans) Oi!

(Will groans again) You all right?

(sighs) Well, I see the boxing training came in handy.

We don't know him.

He burst in, accusing us of killing that girl found in the river.

And did you?

Of course not.

She and her friend came back here to listen to some music after the ball.

Wagner.

ALASTAIR: But nothing happened, she left.

Probably to lead on some other poor sod.

(scoffs) Will...

I'd say that's a motive.

OLLIE: Steady on.

When a chap's been led to believe he's on a promise, I think he is entitled to feel a bit disappointed when he's let down.

Disappointed enough to kill?

Don't be ridiculous.

We're very sorry to hear about this young lady, but if these girls want to gang together and act like boys, they need to learn to behave like us.

Here, here.

Gang together?

Like the Berserkers?

College drinking society.

You're saying the girls had a club of their own?

The Newnham Valkyries, they call themselves.

Might as well have been the Newnham Virgins, as far as she was concerned.

(chuckles) Her name was Jessica.

Did anyone else see her leave?

What was it, Franky?

Fronky?

OLLIE: Now that's who Wagner had in mind when he composed "The Ride of the Valkyries."

(Alastair chuckles) (birds chirping) I just didn't want you to think I was easy.

We're not here to judge.

Everything else I told you was true, except I... pulled the timings forward.

And after Jess left me with the boys for maybe 20 minutes, half an hour, I went to look for her, but I couldn't find her.

So, I came back to the college around 5:00 a.m.

But the others stayed out.

So this is your handwriting?

Well, that was the rule-- first one back signs everyone else in.

I think Heather was just covering for me when she said it was her.

Or covering her own backside, more like.

The rule?

Of the Valkyries.

You recognize the college colors?

It's nothing bad, it's just a society.

Get invited to all the best parties, you meet the nicest men.

At least you're looking out for each other.

You knew about this?

Do you know how many female colleges there are in Cambridge, Inspector?

Three.

Out of 25.

Men have been forming clubs like this for centuries.

We've only been allowed degrees for a decade.

So, I think it's only right that these women-- who are going to be at the top of their fields one day-- forge the networks that will carry them into the working world of the future, don't you?

Not if it means they obstruct a murder inquiry, no.

There's nothing connecting the Valkyries to Jessica's death.

They've already lied about where they all were last night.

ANDREA: For fear of being labeled easy.

Which is nothing to be ashamed of if it's your own choice, Veronica.

The Valkyries are a sisterhood.

No one would hurt Jess.

Why didn't you sign her in with everyone else?

She wasn't a full member yet.

Neither am I.

And how do you become one?

They leave a red rose on your door.

You go out to the garden to be sworn in by candlelight.

ANDREA: Every society needs its initiations, Inspector.

Better than downing ten pints and urinating into letter boxes, wouldn't you say?

This is the catering company that provides our events staff.

I hope you can find your mystery attacker.

GEORDIE: What is the world coming to, hmm?

Female drinking societies, that's the last thing I need.

The boys are bad enough.

Don't tell me you were in one?

The Conquerors.

Oh, yeah?

And what did you conquer?

Ourselves, mostly.

Ten pints and urinating in letter boxes.

I know, I know, it's pathetic.

Just suppose you want to feel part of something at that age.

What's wrong with national service, Will?

(women talking in distance) GEORDIE: It's those girls again.

(women whispering) What's going on?

(gasping) We're picking flowers to make corsages for the ball tomorrow.

GEORDIE: And what's that?

Buried treasure?

They all belong to our ex-boyfriends.

Just saying goodbye before the ball.

Out with the old, in with the new.

You're not trying to destroy evidence?

Of what?

Young love?

(scoffs) Were these an ex-boyfriend's?

I thought they were headache pills, but they just made me feel ill. Where'd you get them from?

From Jessica.

The one girl that can't defend herself.

You may think that she was sweet and innocent, but Jessica knew how to have a good time, and she wasn't as discerning as the rest of us, especially when it came to men.

Probably why she ended up the way she did.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, if you go for a bit of rough, you can't be surprised if you're treated roughly.

(women chuckling) Catering company says his name's Matthew Butler.

Working as a waiter at the Linley ball.

Already been in a 'proved school in Borstal.

(sighs) Oh, if he comes at you again, high guard.

(door unlocking) We're looking for a... Matthew!

(sighs) What this time?

So, why'd you attack the boys at Linley?

They was all over Jess at the ball.

Thought they must've been the ones that hurt her.

You weren't trying to push the blame onto them for something you'd done?

No.

I liked her.

How did you know Jessica?

Served her a couple of events.

Dinners, balls.

GEORDIE: What, you serve a girl at dinner, and now you're looking to avenge her death?

WILL: One of the girls said you might've had something more with Jessica.

Those girls are a bunch of gossips.

Jess wasn't like that.

No, she was nice.

You know I could have you for assault?

(scoffs) Won't be the first time.

Listen, the boys aren't pressing charges.

They don't want to admit they were beaten up by a waiter.

Neither do I.

You've got a decent right hook.

My dad boxed.

Does he train you?

He's dead.

Sorry.

Matthew, are you sure there is nothing else you can tell us about Jessica so we can get justice for her, instead of misplaced revenge?

GEORDIE: He's holding something back, I know it.

Agreed.

I do think he genuinely cares for her.

More than her so-called friends do, anyway.

What about the principal?

WILL: Have you been listening?

Well, the dead girl's from Newnham, right?

How do you know that?

I've got my sources.

Bloody Larry.

So, before she was at Newnham, Andrea Shaw was a senior fellow at Edinburgh but missed out on a promotion to a colleague more than five years her junior.

A bloke, of course.

So?

So, she slashed his tires... allegedly.

But how does that connect to Jessica?

Jessica... (quietly): Sorry.

ELLIE: I don't know, but background's always useful, isn't it?

Chin-chin.

Thank you, Ellie, another suspect.

Oh, who are the others?

Nice try.

There's a ball at Newnham tomorrow, isn't there?

So, when I'm stuck, I try and get on the ground, immerse myself in the story.

If either of you need a date... Well, it's not a bad idea.

No.

Fine.

Ugly sisters, you go to the ball.

But remember who thought of it when you're doling out the exclusives.

(chuckles softly) ("My Angel Lover" by the Cleftones playing) Oh, can't you see Oh my angel lover I swear by all the stars That there could be no other I'd lock you in my arms and throw the key away You make me feel that way Oh, my love My angel lover (vocalizing) My angel lover (vocalizing) My, my, my, my-my my-my-my my, my angel lover.

IVY: Let go, it's mine!

Stop it!

IVY: Give it!

Have you seen my dinner jacket?

Oh, try the dressing-up box.

No, Dora!

Stop!

Give it!

DORA: It's mine.

IVY: It has my name on it!

Dora!

DORA: You're the middle child!

IVY: No, Dad bought it for me!

You couldn't run an iron over it, could you?

I told you, I've got a union meeting tonight.

What, another one?

(sighs, shuts compact) Well, we could always bring my mum in for reinforcements while we're stretched.

It's not that bad.

Exactly.

IVY: Dora!

DORA: It's mine!

IVY: It's mine!

Give it!

Dora!

DORA: Well, there you go then.

You have it.

(dishes clinking) LEONARD: Very Cary Grant.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Well, I think you look very handsome.

Your mother would be very proud.

Thank you.

Have you had a chance to speak to her yet?

Since the other day?

I'm sure she's fine.

(faucet running) I know you just want her to be happy, Will, but it's not always that easy.

She's got everything she needs to live the life she wants.

You know, in Morocco, it's not uncommon for male friends to hold hands in public.

Nobody looks, nobody points or locks you up.

You can just walk, hand in hand, in the street.

But here... (sighs) Some people aren't allowed to live the lives they want.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Oh, dirty dog!

Dickens is molting again.

Some can't.

Well, Mum's not one of them.

She just needs to get on with it.

But thanks.

("Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" playing) And so you tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps If you don't make... You know, I always wondered what these things were like.

Pleased to see my taxes are being well spent.

I told you they're ridiculous.

If they saved half this money, they could double the amount of scholarships.

It is nice, though.

I know.

It's like Eden.

Gentlemen?

Thank you.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps As if I played my... So, how do you want to play this?

Hmm?

Just mingle.

Look out for anything suspicious.

Them.

(chattering) Any bullying from the girls.

Oh, and pills.

Larry had them tested.

American Benzedrine, imported.

("Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" continues) Will.

Wait.

It's a drinking game.

You get pennied, you have to down the drink.

Oh, you can keep that.

As a tip.

Get started (chuckles) I don't want to wind up being parted Brokenhearted... Would you like to dance, Vicar?

That's a nice way to talk.

Besides, you're celibate.

Really?

(quietly): Will you stop opening with that?

What about you, Inspector?

I'm celibate too.

I didn't have you down as the religious type.

I'm not, I'm married.

So if you really love me Say yes And if you don't dear, confess But please don't me perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps Perhaps.

(applause) ("I'm in the Mood for Love" playing) I didn't think you had to be celibate in the Church of England.

You don't.

I'm just waiting for the right person at the right time.

I'm in the mood for love Simply because you're near me... GEORDIE: Ma'am.

Inspector.

I heard you were here.

Any news on the case?

Can you show me what's in your hand, please?

I don't see it's any of your business.

I have reason to believe you may be distributing drugs.

Which could be linked to the death of one of your students.

Drugs?

Prophylactics.

I can't stop these girls having sex, but I can encourage them to take precautions and to consider their futures.

This little dream might fade This little dream might... I know what it's like trying to fit in here.

Especially if it's strict at home.

You get carried away.

But obviously Jessica had a line she wouldn't cross.

She did.

What was she really like, Vronky?

I mean so far, we've got pills, garters, rumors about boys.

She was good.

I don't think any of this is down to her.

("I'm in the Mood for Love" continues) Vicar.

There's someone in Jess' room.

There.

(door opens) Matthew, what are you doing up there?

Hey!

Get off me.

(Matthew catching breath) What's this?

It's my dad's.

What was it doing in Jessica's room?

Hmm?

(Geordie pacing) WILL: You told us you'd only met Jessica a handful of times, but you'd been in her room.

They made us.

Who?

The girls.

They made us go into her room.

For what?

What do you think?

But we didn't.

Jess said she didn't want to, so we didn't do anything at all.

So why were they so desperate for you to do it in the first place?

That's how they qualify to join the Valkyries.

Sleep with boys, collect trophies.

That's what they were trying to bury.

I don't know why she wanted to join them, but she did.

That's why I gave her the cufflink, so she could say that we'd been together.

What is this, American?

My dad was a G.I.

Stationed at Bassingbourn.

He died at Normandy.

(murmurs) Why should we believe you?

I mean, why would you even go along with them, forcing you into her room?

They said they'd stitch me up if I didn't.

Stitch you up for what?

The bennies.

You got them from the American base.

Some of my dad's pals, they settled here after the war.

They get them from the States.

I gave a few to Jess.

She said she wanted something to help her stay up late, to study.

But then the rest of them found out, and they wanted them too.

So, you broke into her room to cover your tracks?

No.

No, I wanted the cufflink back.

So that no one thought Jess was something that she wasn't.

She was a nice girl.

Not like the rest.

ANDREA: The Valkyries are supposed to be about sisterhood, empowerment, not tawdry fumbles for trinkets and cufflinks.

GEORDIE: Ah, so what, girls have to sleep with ten, 20 boys to join your little gang?

It's not just about quantity, Inspector.

You know, a policeman wouldn't be worth as much as a vicar, for example.

ANDREA: I'm surprised at you, Heather.

Grow up!

You grow up.

(exhales) I mean, all this rubbish about connections and jobs for the girls.

You only got the job here because they wouldn't have you anywhere else.

I mean that's what it's really like, isn't it?

Be honest.

We can have degrees, but at the end of the day, we're all going to be someone's wife in five years' time, popping out kids and organizing charity lunches.

No, it doesn't have to be that way.

No, it doesn't have to, but it probably will be, won't it?

So we may as well enjoy this bit while we can.

Doesn't mean we killed anyone.

(music playing faintly in background, dishes clinking) So much for Eden, then.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe Heather's right.

If that's all these girls think they can hope for, then maybe parties and tawdry fumbles and getting drunk for a few years is some kind of Eden.

Worked for me for a while.

Doesn't sound that bad when you put it like that.

But it was, though.

I wasn't happy.

Just thought I was doing it all wrong, I had to try harder, anything to be part of the gang.

You all right?

My pocket square.

(knocking on door) WILL: Vronky.

(door creaks) Vronky?

(chattering) Rubbish, you never got anywhere near him.

No, it's true.

It was amazing.

Fine, let's ask him.

Vicar, is it true that you broke your vow of celibacy with Vronky here?

She must've taken it while we were dancing.

ANDREA: Veronica, could we have a word?

No, but I did other things.

HEATHER: Oh, Ollie and Alastair told us about that.

(women laughing) Hardly the behavior of a Newnham lady, let alone a Valkyrie.

That's not fair.

ANDREA: Veronica... You can't make the rules and then take them back.

We need to talk to you about Jessica's murder.

Shall we go to my study?

No, I'm here with my friends.

We know you want to be part of the group, and maybe you felt that Jessica let you down by leaving you with those boys.

And you were upset, ashamed.

No, it was an accident!

You tried to make it look like one.

We were... we were drunk.

(voice breaking): She left me with them.

It's supposed to be a sisterhood.

We're supposed to stick together, it's supposed to be a funny story, but it wasn't.

It was disgusting.

VERONICA (voiceover): I didn't mean to kill her, I just... I was just so angry-- at them, at... Jess, Jess!

(voiceover): ...her, at myself.

I didn't know what to do, so I... I pushed her into the river.

I'm sorry.

I just...

I just wanted her to feel how I felt.

I'm so sorry.

GEORDIE: Veronica Fitzpatrick, I'm arresting you for the murder of Jessica Hall.

You have the right to remain... ANDREA: It's those boys you should be locking up.

Veronica is a victim here too.

She killed someone and tried to cover it up.

What else can I do?

Vicar?

The court will take everything into account.

A man in a wig judging how a young woman might feel in that situation?

That's not fair.

(inhales sharply) Andrea's right, you know.

It's not just Vronky, it's the whole thing.

I know.

If I had my way, I'd lock them all up.

Berserkers, Valkyries... Matthew?

He withheld evidence.

I've no choice with him, either.

What about sending him to Vic?

That's for minor offenses.

This is something much more serious, Will.

What if I vouch for him?

Personally?

The church puts up some funding, it should hold some sway.

Geordie, he's been to Borstal, it didn't work.

Vic's Victors does, and if it doesn't, you can blame me.

Let's at least try and fix one little part of this.

(coins jingling) Thanks, love.

(knock on door) Oh, postman's early.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, that's not the postman.

It's the cavalry.

(exhales) This hallway needs a good scrub.

ESME: Nana!

Oh, Esme.

Mum.

What you doing here?

I phoned her.

There's no point in us complaining... me complaining about having too much on all the time.

Might as well do what we can to fix it.

You look thin, love.

Problem solved.

(door closes) Looking good, Mum.

(murmurs) Well, like you said, it's time I made a fist of it.

I'm sorry about lunch the other week.

I know things maybe aren't as easy as I'd like them to be.

They might be for you.

You're young, and you're a man.

Oh, don't forget talented.

You're happy.

I'm glad.

Well, you can be happy too.

Maybe not straight away, but... Well, actually, um... Actually, I'm feeling the best I have done for a very long time.

I met someone over lunch at the Savoy, and, um, he took me to the races at Ascot last week.

Oh, his name's, um, St. John.

St. John Gurney-Clifford.

He doesn't like to use his title.

Well, that-that's great!

I'd love you to meet him.

Maybe, maybe at his estate in-in Norfolk.

(pouring tea) Being cast out of Eden left us hopeless, despairing, craving a return to a place that was lost.

But even though Jesus died to cleanse us of our sins... WILL (voiceover): ...we still find ways to sin against each other, (door opens) To live in guilt and shame.

We judge and feel judged by those closest to us... Seeing our differences rather than things that bring us together, lashing out at the ones we love.

But I refuse to believe it'll be this way.

By God's grace, we can be forgiven.

And we too can forgive.

(chattering indistinctly) WILL (voiceover): And in turn... ...find the hope for the world we want to live in.

(click) (engine revs) GEORDIE: We're looking for the owner of a Morris Eight.

ELLIE: Can you confirm this is a murder inquiry?

No comment!

Do they not teach climbing at posh school?

I don't want you to go.

St. John Gurney-Clifford.

Will.

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