Grantchester

I have a brother and you kept it from me.

They're not ready to find out.

And when was I going to be ready to find out?

Pub?

Why not?

LEONARD: Raymond needs help, not wild accusations.

Detective Sergeant Larry Peters.

Congratulations.

(others applauding) GEORDIE: How long have you been in the family way?

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) Go forth from this world in the love of God, who created you, in the mercy of Jesus Christ, who redeemed you, in the power of the Holy Spirit, who strengthens you.

May you dwell this day in peace.

My dream.

I think I've cracked it.

The bed, I'm praying... Oh, the one where someone's dying.

Thing is, I don't think anyone is dying.

That's not what it's about.

It's about looking to the light.

It's God telling me to, to walk in the light with Him.

(timer buzzes) And so, with the light of God in mind, you've made... Ah.

Shepherd's pie.

Shepherd's pie, right.

Yeah, for Raymond and Marcus.

Are you trying to speed a dying man along, Alphy?

You can't feed him that.

Roast beef, all the trimmings.

Raymond's favorite.

That's very kind of you, Mrs.

C. I'd best get over.

No doubt there's a pile of washing waiting for me.

Oh, Leonard.

You're a wonderful man.

It's what we do, isn't it?

God's work.

Mm.

Uh, the... I don't mean to intrude, Alphy... But you're going to anyway.

(chuckles) All this with your mother, your brother... Go on.

Just say it.

What?

"I told you so."

(stammering): Oh, no-- I, I would never... That's an awful thing to say.

It must be a terrible shock.

Mrs.

C, thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.

Honestly.

They're not my family.

Not really.

You are-- and Leonard, and, and Geordie, and the church.

This, this is where I'm meant to be.

Grantchester.

I did tell you, though, didn't I?

(chuckles) (exhales) Cath?

Don't even ask.

Ask what?

"Can you sew this for me?"

Yeah, but can you, though?

Please?

For the last time, I'm not a seamstress.

I'm a businesswoman who's up to her eyes in order forms and invoices that don't add up.

(sighs) Are you nervous?

No.

(lighter clicks) How many ciggies have you had?

Five.

You are nervous.

Hate this kind of thing, Cath.

You know, hobnobbing.

Mm.

Yeah, making small talk with the bosses.

Trying to remember the names of their wives.

How can I never remember their names?

Linda, Bertha, Margery, Clara.

That's what I'll be there for.

I'll distract them with some jolly chat, you can do the rounds, then we'll sneak home, put on our jim jams-- job done.

There's Linda, Bertha... Margery... Clara!

Clara.

Mm.

What would I do without you?

I'm not sewing that button.

Worth a try.

Yeah.

(chuckles) GEORDIE: Morning, how are you?

I'm fine.

How are you?

You still haven't told Larry, have you?

I'm waiting for the right moment.

He'll get the shock of his life when you come home from the shops one day with a sack of spuds under one arm and a baby under the other.

When are you going to tell Alphy?

About the promotion?

Well, I'm just... Waiting for the right moment.

He'll get the shock of his life when he turns up to play detective one day and you're off hobnobbing with the top brass.

Morning, boss.

Morning.

Just tell him.

Morning.

Just tell him, then.

Huh, what's all this?

GEORDIE: There's a thing this evening.

It's a do, you know.

Boring-- drinks.

Nothing special.

Oh.

Can I come?

No.

I was only joking.

Hm.

(phone ringing) Cambridgeshire Police, DS Peters speaking.

I'm fine, by the way.

Good.

Just in case you were gonna ask.

I wasn't, but, uh... I had the dream again.

That bloody dream.

It's all this upset with your mother.

Mira.

Mira, sorry.

No, no, it's good.

I, I feel really good about it all.

I feel like, uh... Well, I feel like doing God's work.

Ah, and so you came here.

Well, this is God's work.

You're at a loose end.

A little bit.

You want a lunchtime pint?

A little bit, yeah.

We got a body, boss.

Sounds like one of your lot.

My lot?

(shutter clicks) ALPHY: Poor guy.

I'm sure I've seen him before.

Where?

Don't know-- can't put my finger on it.

(shutter clicks) GEORDIE: Huh, there's no obvious marks on him.

No blood.

He's soaking wet.

Yeah.

He taken a dunk in there?

ALPHY: You think he was drowned?

And then what?

Someone dragged him up here and left his body?

No drag marks on the ground.

(shutter clicks) Been here a few hours, by the looks of it.

King James.

LARRY: Bible's a bible, isn't it?

My congregation uses the New English version.

King James is the traditional version.

New English is the more modern, more natural.

So this fella liked things old-fashioned, then?

Hm?

"Bishop Grey..." "Bishop Grey cordially invites "the clergymen of the Ely Diocese "to a weekend retreat on the theme of Christian Relevance in the Modern Age."

Christian relevance?

There's an oxymoron if ever I heard one.

"A space for reflection and spiritual renewal."

It's at the bishop's palace.

It's happening this weekend.

It's happening now.

You know about this?

No.

I didn't get an invite.

GEORDIE: So how come he's got one?

LARRY: If this is a bishop's house, I'm in the wrong game.

I've never seen so many.

Yeah, not all in one place.

(talking in background) ALPHY: Yeah, looks like the bishop's invited everyone.

GEORDIE: Except you, Alphy.

DAVID: Alphy, my boy!

(groans) (laughs) Excuse me.

Alphy!

Alphy.

My Lord.

Gentlemen.

Right vicar's tea party you got going here, hm?

A spiritual retreat.

Uh, for?

DAVID: Well, a select few of the bishop's favorite vicars.

So nice to see you made the list, too, Alphy.

How are you?

New interesting fact about me, I've learnt to play the guitar.

Not now, David.

No.

Odd you didn't receive your invitation, Alphy.

Yes, very odd.

Lost in the post, maybe.

Well, you're here now.

Come and get yourself a sherry.

I'm sure we can find you a spare room somewhere.

Oh, well, thank you.

I would invite you to stay, Constable Keating... Inspector Keating.

I remember.

(chuckles) Very well.

And Constable Peters?

Sergeant.

Yeah, he's a sergeant now, Vicar.

(David clears throat) Bishop.

He's a bishop.

He knows very well.

I'm afraid there's gonna have to be a pause to proceedings.

A body was found not a mile from here in suspicious circumstances.

And on that body was a bible.

And an invitation to this event.

So you have a dead man with a clearly stolen bible.

I think this is a classic case of "must do better," Constable.

That was rude.

Stay here and keep your ear to the ground.

Well, you can't seriously think... You can't seriously think this death was down to one of them.

They're vicars.

And I've known an awful lot of vicars.

Me, too.

You look out for anything suspicious.

Well, there won't be anything suspicious to look out for.

Then we'll rule out a few suspects, won't we?

Just find out what you can.

(sighs) Enjoy your boring work do.

Likewise.

Mm, not too much, though.

Mm?

(footsteps approaching) Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

"Hi"?

The boy's an amateur.

I've been relegated to the servants' quarters.

(chuckling) (chuckling) That's a shame.

It really isn't.

Everywhere I look, there's a vicar.

We're not that bad, are we?

"Not that bad"?

Let's see, there's Jerry, who stinks of cigarettes and existential angst, Andrew, who believes he's God's gift to womankind, and then there's David.

He's learning the guitar.

Mm, so I hear.

I'd say, "Enjoy," but he's planning a recital later.

(groans) How's your mum?

Well, um... Oh, I'm sorry.

How was your date?

Dull as dishwater.

Sorry to hear that.

Are you?

Not particularly.

BISHOP: Alphy!

(talking softly) Try not to annoy him.

Yeah, no promises.

John will show you to your room.

Have you met Mr.

Kottaram, John?

Haven't had the pleasure.

Alphy, please-- how do you do?

John Planer is going to be our new vicar in Fen Ditton.

Ah.

Recently returned from a mission in Tanganyika.

Wow.

Showing African orphans the way of our Heavenly Father.

Mm.

Tell him how many baptisms you did.

Oh, gosh, hard to say.

Somewhere in the 50s.

An extraordinary achievement.

(chuckles) JOHN: Shall we?

Yeah.

This place, eh?

I bet the cost of running it could feed a hundred people in Tanganyika.

Oh, and the rest.

(chuckles) Did you hear about the body?

I did, yes.

Awful business.

Were you here this morning?

With the bishop.

He and I prayed together.

You're checking my alibi, aren't you?

Sorry, I didn't mean to... Don't apologize.

I've heard all about your criminal endeavors.

Certainly makes a change from the tedious chitchat thus far.

(both chuckle) How's it been?

Awful.

(chuckles) Everyone to a man trying to curry favor with the bishop.

(sighs): Yeah, well, I won't be doing that.

Glad to hear it.

He's put you in the box room.

Of course he has.

Have mine.

Uh, you sure?

I have a feeling it'll annoy him.

(chuckles) Good luck with the sleuthing.

Go easy on us vicars.

MISS SCOTT: I see.

Thank you very much-- bye.

(receiver clatters) Coroner.

Water in his lungs.

Poor man drowned.

But he wasn't found in the water.

Must mean someone drowned him and then left him where anyone could find him.

Doesn't make any sense.

(phones ringing, typewriters clacking in background) Larry.

You know how we always tell each other everything?

I knew it.

I knew I recognized him.

Been in here drunk a fair few times over the years.

He was always causing trouble at one of the churches.

He's homeless.

Martin Mallon.

I'll see what I can find on him.

ANDREW: I thought that I went over there to talk about her father's funeral.

All of a sudden, she pops the question, and totally out of the blue.

Well, I didn't know what to do.

Really?

Yes.

So, I, I said to her, I said, "Mavis, "this is the third proposal of marriage I've had this year."

Oh, Andrew, you're incorrigible.

JOHN: Alphy!

ANDREW: Poor woman-- she was terribly upset.

But what's a chap to do?

(softly): What's the betting Mavis is in her 80s?

(laughing softly) So, what brought you back to England?

BISHOP: Well, he'd had enough of the Lord's work in Africa.

It's time we British had his light shine upon us.

DAVID: Yes.

Did I mention that I've been learning the guitar?

Several times, David.

Oh.

So, old chap, what are your ideas for relevance?

Uh, relevance?

In Grantchester.

We've all been asked to pitch our ideas.

I have a plethora.

BISHOP: Andrew certainly does.

Well, uh, as you know, last year, I hosted an Easter family service.

50 souls saved in Africa versus some choccy eggs.

Sounds fun!

It was great fun.

Hm.

JERRY: I'm so sorry, uh, I just-- sorry.

Uh, might I have a word, My Lord?

Of course.

Um, in, in private, if I may?

If you must.

Let's go to my office, Jerry.

DAVID (calling): I have been toying with the idea of an a cappella choir.

ANDREW: Oh, goodness me, leave the poor man alone.

Your nose will be browner than his at the rate you're carrying on.

Say that again.

DAVID: Music!

Music is the key to evangelism, I'm telling you.

(Andrew sighs) Heaven forbid.

We're not gonna have to listen to John of the Jungle bleating on, are we?

Well, let's just hope there's some exotic totty on display, eh?

Otherwise, this is gonna be interminable.

(phones ringing in background) Ah, don't you look lovely.

Is that a button hanging off?

Yes.

Don't look at me.

I'm gonna be late at this rate, and Cathy'll be waiting for me.

Do we have the postmortem back yet?

All in hand, boss.

Should be with us first thing tomorrow.

Maybe I could pull the thread through or something.

Is that the phone?

Oh, better get the phone.

You've only got yourself to blame.

Why'd you let Larry anywhere near you?

You can talk.

Oh, Christ on a bike!

You're nervous, aren't you?

No.

How many ciggies have you had?

None of your business.

You really want this job, don't you?

Tell Larry about the baby.

You really want this job, and now you're terrified.

I'm right, aren't I?

You generally are, Miss Scott.

You generally are.

ANDREW (scoffs): Honestly, it's hard to get through a service without one of them propositioning me... ALPHY: Jerry.

Can I have a word?

I bet you have your fair share of admirers, Alphy, old boy.

In your congregation, I mean.

Uh... Well, I don't really, um... Fish in that pond?

No.

Sensible.

Gloria bakes me endless cakes.

And Cynthia is very forthcoming with the crochet.

Scarves, gloves, you name it.

And then of course, there's Vera.

Every time I look across the pews, I see her hanging off my every word with such adoration.

(door opens) (David clears throat) If you'll excuse me.

Yeah, of course.

Just because there's a pond doesn't mean you have to fish, Andrew.

Just a thought.

ANDREW (softly): Not here.

(door closes firmly) (door slides closed) ANDREW (softly): Why the hell have you brought it here?

DAVID (softly): I'm sorry.

ANDREW: I thought you said you knew a place where you could get rid of it.

DAVID: There were just too many people... (water dripping) Huh.

Wh... You're missing a button.

I'm aware of that, thank you.

BISHOP: Inspector Keating.

Very smart.

Not the only ones with fancy getup.

If I or my clergy had any information that could assist you with your inquiries, I-- they would have already come forward.

Is that so?

I of all people know how precious your time is.

Well, how thoughtful of you.

As leaders of the church and leaders of the state, respectively, we must be judicious with where we place our energies.

I could not agree more.

Shall we, gentlemen?

I won't keep you, Bishop.

I know how precious your time is.

Tell me about the soggy dress.

Cassock.

Cassock.

We didn't do anything, not really-- well, not me, anyway.

David!

Well!

I'm gonna ask one more time, fellas, then I'm afraid it's down the station.

Imagine what the bishop would think.

Andrew got into a fight with Martin Mallon.

It wasn't a fight.

LARRY: What was it, then?

I was on my way here when Martin appeared.

He followed you, then?

I don't know.

I told him I didn't wish to speak to him.

Why not?

Martin owed me money.

My church had given him a donation.

A sizable donation.

And... (clears throat) ...for one reason or another, I need it back.

That's a funny kind of donation, one where you ask for it back.

It was a large sum, given without my knowledge.

ALPHY: You said "needed."

What did you need the money for?

I may have slightly overspent on the ministry budget.

18-karat-gold chalices tend to have that effect.

ANDREW: Out of anger, upset, he pushed me in the river.

Mr.

Mallon pushed you in the river?

Yes.

Not the other way round?

No.

He was already soaked to the skin.

Why?

I didn't stop to ask.

You didn't think he might've needed your help?

DAVID: Andrew's not the only one to have suffered under Martin Mallon.

He's been a nuisance to many a vicar in the diocese.

And you?

Where do you come into all of this?

I just tried, and failed, to hide Andrew's cassock.

(stammers): And why would you do that for him?

We read theology together.

Andrew's a good man, despite a few wrong turns here and there.

That's what we do.

We look after one another, don't we?

Not at the expense of the truth.

(muttering): Bloody vicars.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

LARRY: ...for now-- thanks for your time.

VICAR: You're welcome, of course.

Most of them have an alibi.

Although I'm starting to forget which ones I've spoken to.

They all look alike to me.

How is it that a drowned man got into a fight, walked into the woods, and then died?

Could be delayed drowning.

Could be, Larry.

Could be.

Delayed drowning?

Water gets in the lungs, he walks away, fine and dandy... LARRY: Then bam.

Hour later, dead as a doornail.

I think you're on to something, Larry.

Nothing gets past me these days.

We got a name, by the way.

The fella who used to bring Martin Mallon into the police station when he was short of a place to sleep.

He was a vicar.

You know a Reverend Jerry?

I know a Jerry.

He's here.

Let's have a word, then, shall we?

I'll, I'll do it.

Cathy'll be waiting.

I can keep looking into things here.

You've got a do to get to.

Enjoy your evening being patronized by boring old duffers.

(chuckles) Likewise, Geordie.

Likewise.

JERRY: God forgive me.

God forgive me.

(inhales) (door opens) God forgive me.

(door closes) Why do you need forgiveness?

Oh, it's silly, really.

You knew Martin Mallon.

You'd offload him on the police, wouldn't you, Jerry?

He came to my church a few times.

I pride myself on a warm environment where anyone is welcome.

But Mr.

Mallon, he was oftentimes difficult.

In what way?

He was unkempt, drank heavily.

So, you called the police on him?

(stammers) At least that way, I knew he had a roof over his head for the night.

You could've found him a roof over his head.

I tried my best to help him, but his problems were beyond my faculties.

Truthfully, I was overwhelmed.

He would come to my house.

I think he stole my invitation.

Followed me here.

Did you hurt him, Jerry?

No!

I just... (breath trembles) I just told him to leave me alone.

Did it ever occur to you that he was crying out for your help?

I have never felt more guilt or sorrow for anything in my life.

If I'd helped him, none of this would've happened.

I even tried to speak to the bishop about it.

You spoke to the bishop?

Of course.

The bishop will forgive me, won't he?

He's forgiven far worse.

LEONARD: Precious.

RAYMOND: P-R-E-C- I-O-U-S.

Excellent!

Can we have a game of cricket now, please?

We most certainly can.

Why don't you go and set up the wickets, and I'll be along in just a jiffy.

(door opens and closes) Now, is there anything else I can get for you, Marcus?

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die a sinner.

I've done terrible things.

Broke commandments left and right.

We're all sinners, Marcus.

But God loves us anyway.

I promise you.

He forgives-- He does.

You mustn't fear death, because you're going home, to the Lord.

It's not death that scares me.

Who's gonna love my son?

There's no one to watch out for him.

To see him safe, to see him happy.

Makes me so damn angry.

Raymond will be taken care of.

You can't promise that.

I bloody well can.

And I will.

I'll see he's safe.

I'll see he's happy.

How?

I don't know-- I'll, I'll find a way.

One day he's gonna forget me, Leonard.

He can never forget you.

He's a part of you.

And you're a part of him.

You made him who he is.

A lovely little boy with a... (chuckles) ...a wonderful naughty streak and a vicious kick.

(both chuckle) He can never forget you.

You're his whole world.

And that world will live on.

It'll wrap him up in love, even if you can't anymore.

(music playing, people talking in background) Oh, hello!

How are you?

(music and conversations continue) CHIEF INSPECTOR: Uh, Keating?

Mm?

For me?

Well, who else?

Ta very much.

(lighter clicks, Geordie grunts) How are you?

Oh, you know... (exhales) It's a bit of a tricky case on at the moment, but... But somehow Inspector Keating always solves it.

Something like that.

No "something" about it.

Always admired you, Keating.

You have?

Your work, your dedication and loyalty to the force over the years has been nothing but exemplary.

Thank God we finally got you out of that terrible suit.

(inhales, chuckles) Don't tell them I told you, but the higher-ups are all very much on board for your promotion.

It's a done deal, Keating.

(music and conversations continue) Thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

(hands shaking) It's only what you deserve.

And if you ask me, where you belong.

Now, why haven't you got a glass in your hand?

Excuse me, excuse me.

One for you and one for your beautiful wife.

Where is Mrs.

Keating?

Oh, she'll be along, any minute now.

Let me introduce you to my wife.

Clara.

Clara, yes, very good-- well remembered.

Now, Clara, you remember... Oh, yes.

SWITCH: You could reach �500 in sales before you know it.

Will we?

Mm, the rate you're going.

What will you do when you reach 1,000?

Oh, I don't know.

Party?

Balloons?

I could jump out of a big old cake if you like-- ta-da!

(both laugh) You're a card, you are.

(both laugh) Seriously, though... (clears throat) Where would you like to be at the end of all this?

Oh, you carting me off to the knacker's yard already?

Mm, hardly-- no, I'm just interested.

Once you've made your fortune, where do you see yourself?

(sighs) Geordie and I always talked about retiring by the coast.

Hobbling along Brighton Pier, sharing a pot of cockles.

I didn't ask about Geordie.

I asked about Cathy.

What's Cathy's dream?

I read an article in "Vogue" recently.

Oh, no, it's ridiculous.

No, no, come on, try me.

There was this photograph of a woman.

A red dress, a corded silk hat, Colosseum popping out from behind her shoulder.

It was beautiful.

That's where I'd like to go.

Rome.

Doesn't sound ridiculous at all.

In fact, I'd put money on it happening.

(chuckles) Vino, Signora?

Oh, no, not for me, thank you.

Well, we can't leave a half-drunk bottle.

Sacrilege, that is.

Go on, then, one more.

(bird hooting) (footsteps approaching) MEG: That's mine.

(stammering): It's nice.

It's, uh, well, it's silky.

I don't know what you want me to say to that.

(chuckles) Um, this is my room.

I think you'll find it's mine.

Ah.

And that's my slip.

Oh!

Uh, sorry.

So why are you... In my room?

(stammers): Again, I wasn't aware of that.

Forgot my toothbrush.

(both chuckle) Well, this was, um... Wasn't it?

Yep.

Uh, Meg.

What do you think of these men?

I try not to, if I'm honest.

Do you trust them?

Of course.

Apart from Andrew-- he's a letch.

(chuckles) Your father, he trusts them, though?

You know, it's very difficult to do this when you're partially clothed.

Yeah.

(chuckles) Sorry.

No, you're not.

(chuckles) All I know is, Dad's tense at the moment.

Something's worrying him.

He's on the phone nonstop, holed up in his office.

I don't know what's going on.

Don't go rooting around in my drawers.

Chest-- chest of drawers.

Wouldn't dream of it.

(dog barking in distance) (door closes, keys clatter) (exhales) Evening.

(exhales) I'm so sorry.

How did it go?

Yeah, got the promotion, mm-hmm.

(gasps) We should celebrate.

That's what tonight was meant to be.

(sighs, slurs) I lost track of time.

You're drunk.

I've had a few glasses.

And the rest.

Who were you with?

Just me.

Thought you were working.

I was!

I was working.

With a bottle of wine?

I thought you'd be pleased not to have my paperwork all over the kitchen table.

I waited for you.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

No, you're not.

You said you didn't even want to go.

You said you hate all that hobnobbing and small talk and... I do.

That's why I wanted you there.

Tonight was a big night, Cath.

It was the biggest night of my bloody career, and you couldn't even be bothered.

(hiccups) Oh, hiccups.

Just go to bed, Cath.

(hiccups) (groans) (hiccups) Night, then, love.

(hiccups) BISHOP: Please join me in prayer.

Lord, in Your mercy... Hear our prayer.

God of Mercy... VICARS: Hear our prayer.

BISHOP: Lord, meet us in the silence.

Hear our prayer.

(door closes) (drawer opens) (birds chirping) (footsteps approaching) (chuckles) Sorry to disturb you.

You could never disturb me.

How are you, Jen?

Uh... Pregnant.

Oh.

Oh!

Larry must be over the moon!

Someone to play Risk with, finally.

I haven't told him yet.

Why not?

I want him to be over the moon.

I want to be over the moon for myself, I really do.

A baby will end my career, Leonard.

The truth will have to come out about mine and Larry's marriage.

It's the end of my life as I know it.

(inhales) I can't pretend to know the first thing about being a parent.

I do know a little about losing a career.

Perhaps try and think of it not as what you'll lose, but what you'll gain.

It's a gift, Jen.

Enjoy it.

And perhaps let Larry enjoy it, too.

You're a wise man, Leonard Finch.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

(chuckles) What was this place thinking, letting you go?

(sighs) (birds chirping) (people talking in background) ANDREW: The bishop certainly puts on a spread.

(water bubbling) Blimey.

(door closes) Hi.

Hi.

Are you having fun?

You know, it's very difficult to do this when you're partially clothed.

Sorry.

No, you're not.

(chuckles) Your pool.

Is this water chlorinated or, or fresh?

This conversation is riveting.

It's chlorinated, Alphy.

The water in, in Martin's lungs.

Good morning to you, too.

What kind of water was it?

Water's water, isn't it?

Oh, and, and you need to phone someone in Tanganyika.

The British High Commission.

About the water?

No, about a cover-up.

Well, Christ on a bike.

Just the clergyman we were looking for.

Gentlemen.

A rumor had it you'd escaped.

I was quite jealous.

May I take a look at your bible?

Don't have one of your own?

King James.

Just like Martin's.

You gave it to him, didn't you?

We checked with the High Commission.

Three unexplained drownings in Tanganyika.

None for over a month now.

Not since you've been back.

And Martin, dead.

With chlorinated water in his lungs from the pool in this house.

Hey, John!

(panting) (grunt) (grunting) (grunts, gasps) (panting) You killed him.

(handcuffs click) I baptized him.

I cleansed his lost soul.

No, you killed him, John.

You killed Martin just like you killed the others!

He wanted to find a new home with the Lord!

And Andrew, Jerry, they all turned their backs on him.

I didn't turn my back.

I tried to help him see the light.

I knew the moment I saw him that with a baptism, I could save him!

If he'd just let me help him, he would've seen God's light.

But he ran.

You will never know what it's like, Alphy.

To see God's light.

(exhales heavily) GEORDIE: John Planer, I'm arresting you for the murder of Martin Mallon.

(talking in background) Secondary drowning.

I bloody knew it.

Another star turn by Sergeant Peters.

And Mrs.

Peters.

We did it together-- we always do.

There's something else we've done together that I need to talk to you about.

Me and you?

Yes.

Gardening?

Those marrows we planted haven't come up already, have they?

No.

The carrots?

No.

Never the corn?

(sighs) A baby.

A baby's come up, Larry.

A baby.

(softly): A baby!

In there?

Yes!

How did that happen?

Well, I would do a reenactment for you, but we're at work.

Our baby.

My baby!

Are you happy?

I know there's a lot of things we have to talk about, I... Happy?

I love you.

And you.

We're having a baby.

(phone ringing in background) She's having a baby.

(chuckles): Well, yeah, clearly.

Larry didn't know.

What, "Nothing Gets Past Me" Larry?

I've got a new job.

I've been promoted.

Well, that's fantastic!

Yeah.

Chief Inspector.

Bloody hell!

(laughs) Why didn't you tell me?

Because it means less of this.

Less of us.

Oh, well... (chuckles) Well, well, maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe.

No distractions, yeah?

Chief Inspector.

Can you believe it?

(breathes deeply) (birds chirping) Sorry, sorry.

No, it's fine.

Bad day?

(crying): It's just that little boy.

Growing up without a father.

And there's nothing I can do.

(sighs) You're doing so much, Leonard.

It's not enough, though, is it?

Of course it is.

Of course it's enough-- you... (doorbell rings) Oh, God.

Sorry.

(inhales) (door closes) I feel I owe you an apology.

Tell Mrs.

C I'll pop by tomorrow for the casserole.

My Lord.

Mr.

Finch.

(door opens and closes) You were apologizing.

I was.

My invitation didn't get lost in the post, did it?

You didn't want me there.

Um... I don't see how that has any relevance, given the gravity of the situation.

No, it has every relevance.

You'd rather be in the company of men, supposed men of God, who... ...who turn their back on the vulnerable, who exploit them.

And why?

Because of the color of my skin.

It has nothing to do with the color of your skin... (scoffs) ...and everything to do with my daughter.

I made a mistake.

Are you really gonna punish me for the rest of my career?

It sets a terrible example, Alphy.

(laughing): And the other men don't?

Where were your checks and balances?

John, John killed people!

I didn't know that.

I should have been more robust in investigating who this man was.

He was a rotten apple.

We need more good men.

We do.

What about Leonard?

Mr.

Finch?

He could come back.

Not as a priest, maybe, but as a lay preacher.

He's a homosexual, Alphy.

(sighs) And I'm certain I don't have to remind you that it's not only unlawful, it's sinful in the house of God.

What, like John?

Like Andrew, using church funds?

Like, like Jerry?

Weak, pathetic Jerry?

You're... Yeah, you talk about rot.

You haven't got the faintest clue.

I don't accept that.

No, this isn't about faith, ministry, or even God.

No, this is about prejudice.

The whole thing-- you, the church-- it's flawed!

Of course it is.

It's full of people.

Humans, humans are flawed-- that's why we come.

To change, to repent.

The difference is, though, the difference you're not getting, Bishop, is that you and all those other men, they get the right to be flawed.

They get the right to fail.

Something you've never afforded Leonard, and certainly never afforded me.

You can see yourself out.

(door opens) (door closes) (sighing) (sighs) (drawer opens) (lighter clicks) (click) The model of the moment will be wearing a CeCe's dress.

It's fabulous, darling!

GEORDIE: What the hell are you doing here?

DREW: Still relying on divine intervention?

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