Grantchester

WILL: Help me to hear you again.

Alfie?

WILL: He gave me these-- I failed him.

MRS. CHAPMAN: You're dealing with troubled men, Leonard, with complicated pasts.

Don't talk to me about support!

GEORDIE: I know what it's like to suffer, Will.

God's on your side-- we all are.

WILL: I've been struggling with what happened.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (church bells ringing) No!

Wake up!

WILL: No one said the path to God was easy.

That we wouldn't face challenges along the way.

Life can throw the most terrible obstacles at us.

But if we dwell on our past and re-live our mistakes, we will miss out on life, both here in the present and what we can achieve in the future.

Imagine if, if Peter, Paul, or Matthew had never moved on from their past.

What would we have lost if the apostles had let their failures overwhelm them?

What great works and great deeds have been lost to such self-doubt?

Do not let your yesterdays take up all your todays.

...had never moved on from their pasts...

Follow instead the path laid out by God.

And let Jesus be your guide.

Marching as to war ALL: With the cross of Jesus Going on before Two men were admitted to Addenbrooke's last night.

Suspected poison.

One man died in the night, the other in serious condition.

GEORDIE: Poison?

How serious?

Miss Scott?

I'm sorry, Inspector.

Elliot assigned this one to Larry.

He was quite insistent that you start clearing the backlog in the archives.

You what?

That's bloody desk duty.

Right!

Boss.

Well, go, before the other fella croaks!

(sighs) (exhales) (pills rattling) Will's probably out or too busy.

Oh, yes, now that he's back to his old self.

(car horn beeps) But Leonard needs help.

I swear, I'll hear the seven trumpets of Revelation before the two of them are happy at the same time.

Mrs. C, Jack, I am off to Leonard's!

So are we!

Jack and I were saying, maybe it's time he knocked this halfway house on the head.

I did not say that!

Leonard needs our help, and with the three of us in his corner, we can put anything right.

JACK: Slow down, Will!

(traffic humming in background) Dr. Bill Lambert.

No spouse or children.

Just a surgery on Totters Lane.

Poor bugger.

These are his effects.

Oh, thanks.

(curtain sliding) Mrs. Cotton?

DC Peters.

I'm sorry about your husband's... condition.

The doctors don't know when he will wake up.

Or if.

I was here with my mum, right at the end.

She reckoned they made the food bad so you'd either scarper back home, or it'd finish you off.

Caught an accent-- French?

No, I'm from Hungary originally.

Your husband collapsed at the Week End Club last night.

He a regular?

He's the barman.

The other fella who... died... Poor Dr. Lambert.

You knew him?

He was our GP.

I think maybe Dr. Lambert frequented the bar.

They wouldn't tell me anything.

He will be okay, won't he?

They're doing all they can.

Guess he's got a good chance.

I'll be back.

Soon as he wakes up.

(exhales) (sniffs) Bloody archive.

1929?

(calling): Miss Scott?

Where's Elliot?

These archives are a joke.

He's at a conference till Thursday.

Although he's being kept abreast of everything going on here.

Yeah, course he is.

All come to gloat, have they?

SHARON: Doc Lambert had been here for hours-- three sheets to the wind he was.

Then he puked all over the toilets.

Dropped like a sack of potatoes right off that one there.

I thought he just fainted, poor sod.

Was the doctor drinking with Mr. Cotton last night?

Mike?

Oh, he only served the doc.

Is he gonna be okay?

We're still waiting for him to come round.

Has anyone else been ill?

Any idea what they were drinking?

Not a clue-- though I did just clear their glasses.

You remember which were theirs?

(chuckles): You're joking, right?

Was Lambert with anyone else?

I was rushed off my feet at the tables.

I heard him giving the boss an earful, about an hour before he dropped.

Bernie Palmer at your service.

Law enforcement is always welcome at the Week End Club.

Your barmaid said you and Dr. Lambert were having a right barney before he popped his clogs.

Did she?

Huh.

What a very talkative young woman.

Tragic-- about the doc.

Wonderful man.

You know, he, um, he requested a, a glass of our Special Reserve, although by then, he was already rather inebriated.

"Special Reserve"?

The Kreizler, it's a 50-year-old cognac, salvaged from a German U-Boat.

Oh, yes-- you know, I always like to have at least one exceptional spirit on hand.

You know, for our favored punters.

And he was drinking this with Mr. Cotton?

Mm, I guess, yeah.

(chuckles): Yeah, but the reserve, it's been out plenty, throughout the year.

And no one has ever been ill. (exhales) I'll need to take these for testing.

And you'll have to stay shut till we know where the poison came from.

Detective.

Is that necessary?

I mean, Lambert could've drunk God knows what else before stepping across our threshold.

It's Larry, isn't it-- may I call you Larry?

Perhaps we could come to some...

Arrangement.

I mean, mi casa, su casa.

The law's the law, Mr. Palmer.

And I don't speak French.

No Daniel?

It's just myself and Keith now.

Still here.

WILL: And some fabulous scones.

They're to win support.

I've invited the local councilor over to put her fears to rest before the neighbors' petition shuts us down.

It takes more than baked goods to forget a murder on your doorstep.

I think it's a great idea.

Will and I were saying, maybe it's time you knocked this whole halfway house idea on the head anyway.

Really, Mrs. C!

You could re-open the tearoom.

We are gonna turn this around together.

What can we do to help?

Could you be here?

Of course!

I'll happily vouch for your work.

Keith himself is one soul already saved.

Indeed I am.

And Mrs. C and Jack... What?

...will put on the perfect show.

With your new housekeeper and latest resident.

The case driven you to drink, Larry?

What have you got?

The chief was pretty clear I shouldn't bother you with this.

He didn't say not to keep Inspector Keating across ongoing cases.

Good chance the poison's in the fancy bottle.

Both victims drank from it.

Did you find out who had access to it?

Yeah, course, just the manager.

Locks it in his office.

He only gave it to the barman, Mike, the other victim.

Did you go to the dead man's house?

I've got the keys to his surgery.

What did you find?

I'll go take a look.

(brake engages, engine stops) (door closes) (keys jangling) (door opens) (objects clattering) Oi, police!

I can explain.

Book her into interview room three.

Come with me.

(typewriters clacking, phones ringing) Success?

Open and shut.

I'll be out of here before you have time to make me a cuppa.

If you're going to be that quick, you can make your own.

Geordie!

Interviews are desk duty, Miss Scott.

Just a different desk.

I'll be quiet as a mouse.

LARRY: Debbie Stephens, Dr. Lambert's niece, correct?

And you worked for him, too.

For about a year.

He asked me to help out.

Helping yourself, more like.

Caught red-handed stealing from him.

No.

With access to a dispensary full of drugs, or poisons.

Easy enough for you to follow him to the Week End club and spike his drink.

What?

Looks to me like you killed him.

And almost killed a barman.

No, I didn't poison anyone.

So why were you stealing his cash?

Because Uncle Bill owed me two months' wages.

It wasn't that much, but I needed it.

My husband can't work.

He's bedridden.

Your uncle's not even cold yet and you're clearing out his cash box.

I know I shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but he wasn't who people thought he was.

I'm not proud of it, but I was only taking what was due-- no more.

Where were you last night?

At home.

With your bedridden husband.

You could've sneaked out.

Your fella could even be in on this.

Do you enjoy making up these fanciful stories?

I told you, I was at home.

(exhales) What's all this?

Elliot's punishment.

An inspector sorting archives, like I'm work-shy or incompetent.

How does that look?

Do you care how you look?

Can't do my job stuck here, Will.

Well, come and help Leonard, then.

We could do with a police inspector.

What's the worst that could happen?

Well, Larry's in charge, so we're possibly looking at World War III.

(chuckles) Got nothing to link the niece with the poison till the lab get back.

She's got means and motive, though.

Okay.

How about his patients?

Any disgruntled ones at his practice?

Have you checked his books?

Well, unless he'd got a copy of "Lady Chatterley" with all the mucky bits, I doubt anyone would kill him over a book.

I mean, his personal papers.

Any records in his home?

Maybe someone else held a grudge.

Yeah, that's good-- I owe you.

Milk and one sugar, if you would.

(door opens) No, I, I wouldn't do that.

(sighs): Sod it!

This game takes too bloody long.

(knocks) Keith.

Vicar.

Look who I found to join us!

What's all this, then?

Cathy, Geordie!

This means the world.

Well, I mean, I can't speak on behalf of the entire constabulary.

Your presence alone speaks volumes.

Fitzbillies treats and namedropping "Lady Chatterley."

Is this your cultural renaissance, Larry?

I was wondering, you had such good thought about checking motives, do you ever wanna get a bit of experience working a case?

Is this you trying to get me to look at the book in your hands?

I went back to Dr. Lambert's.

I found this hidden in his drawers.

It looks like a code.

But I can't make heads nor tails.

Fine, let's swap-- the hospital got back.

Mike Cotton's awake?

Not yet, but they have identified the poison: cyanide.

The so-called "Special Reserve" is full of it.

Plus traces in two of the glasses.

Murderer must've known the doctor would be drinking it.

Barman was just unlucky.

Pretty heavy-duty stuff-- not easy to acquire.

Only one fella had the chance to get it in the bottle.

LARRY: You told me you kept your "Special Reserve" locked in your office.

Only brought out with your say-so.

Correct.

You gave your say-so last night, for the benefit of Dr. Lambert.

He's a valued customer.

So why did you fill it with cyanide?

Cyanide?

(chuckles) That's nonsense!

I've got a report from some clever people which says otherwise.

Well, they're not clever enough-- I didn't do it.

(glasses clinking in bar) Sharon.

Yes.

I gave Sharon the key.

SHARON: I only offered to fetch the bottle 'cause Mike was busy, then I handed it straight to him.

So you didn't serve Lambert at all.

No.

None of us liked serving the leery old sod when he was drunk.

(phone ringing) Did Dr. Lambert ever take it too far?

You decided to do something about it?

Doc was all mouth.

(Palmer answers phone) You saying I, I handed him...

Wait, it was in the bottle?

Uh, phone call from the station, Detective.

It's the hospital.

Mike's awake.

(talking softly) Hey.

Everything okay?

Absolutely.

Pretty much, I mean.

Well, just about.

It's gonna be fine.

I'm just not sure about this charade.

Well, sometimes the ends justify the means.

Have faith.

(dish clanks in distance) Oh... (pills rattling) (inhales) (tapping) Oi, Fred Astaire.

Take it easy.

(door opens) This way, Mrs. Taylor, we're just...

It's Miss Taylor.

Oh.

LEONARD: Everyone, this is Miss Taylor.

Miss Taylor, may I introduce you to our current residents, Keith Pruitt and Jack Chapman?

And this is our housekeeper, Mrs. Cha... Maguire.

Scone and tea?

(quickly): No, thank you.

This won't take long.

Oh, well, uh, this is Will Davenport from the church in Grantchester, and this is Inspector Keating and his wife.

TAYLOR: Two pillars of the community.

You're aware of the recent murder.

Well, yes.

But there's been no trouble at all, apart from that.

A right walk in the park this place has been.

Miss Taylor, you will find no greater example of God's good work than in Leonard Finch's efforts here with the lost and lonely of Cambridge.

It seems to be an account, but it's in a code.

I need more data to crack it.

Never seen you outside the office.

Don't expect it to become a habit.

Elliot'll go atomic if he finds I've left my desk.

If I tell him it's for training, he'll understand.

Funny how that works, the male prerogative.

He's not a monster.

Why are you such a fan?

Well, I'm not.

It's just, he treats me like I'm allowed to be here.

To work cases.

But with Geordie, the way he looks at me.

And you, too, sometimes.

I know I'm not the sharpest and I've got a lot to learn.

But I am trying.

(inhales sharply) I knew I, I wanted to give up the drink.

But it was always around and, uh, no one wanted to talk about it.

Well... Until I came here.

Having this space and a, and a friendly ear, it's, uh...

It's changed my life.

And you, Jack, a similar story?

(audio distorts) Uh, well, uh, yes, I...

I stole a very rare prize.

Old carvings.

Worth quite a fortune to the right people.

You got caught, went to prison.

You think you know what people will do in extremis.

But you throw men in a pit, away from the world... ...there's no bottom to the barrel.

But coming here...

Saved me.

Brought me back into the light.

TAYLOR: Well...

This has been most educational, Leonard.

Obviously, there are steps we must take, the petition and complaints, but...

I'm glad I came.

WILL: Sorry, is that... Is that all you can say?

I beg your pardon?

Well, you've seen all the good work done here, we all have.

So say now you'll support us.

Unless the truth is you intend to abandon these people.

Because what?

What, the, the sinners are a bit too close to home for this glorious neighborhood?

Will, please... No, no, no, when we, when we care more about keeping up appearances than helping those in need, then we have truly lost our way.

So damn you for teasing hope when you intend to deliver none!

Will, just sit down.

No, no, no, no-- let me finish!

Your authority, Miss Taylor, is a sham, your interest an insult, and frankly, Miss Taylor, you're just another, another heartless bureaucrat!

(high-pitched ringing) (ringing fades) I'm so sorry, Miss Taylor.

I was expecting a showcase, Mr. Finch, not an ambush.

What the hell has gotten into you?

Someone needed to stand up to her.

She'll come around.

You'll all see.

You're like a man possessed.

Look, I need to check on Larry and a poisoning.

Come with me.

Put this fire to use.

(traffic humming) I poured the drinks, that is all.

Dr. Lambert invited me to join him.

He said it was his treat.

So I had a glass.

He had half the bottle.

And then I felt very unwell.

I went to sit down, and that was the last thing I remember.

(speaking Hungarian): Why'd he ask?

Were you good friends?

MIKE: Hardly.

He always drank alone.

It seemed nobody liked him there.

I felt sorry for him.

Thank you for your time.

You're from Hungary?

Yes, we moved here few years ago.

After the uprising in '56?

Must have been a very scary time.

Were you together?

ANNA: Yes.

We had each other.

And we are very happy here now.

MISS SCOTT: Thank you.

Much appreciated.

What have you got?

Oh, tell him.

He's just bitten the head off a councilor for hesitating.

Anna Cotton emigrated here in '56 under the name Alina Papp.

She married Mike Cotton, formally Mikhail Kurakin.

LARRY: If this uprising had been so horrible, they probably wanted to forget about it.

And it would help 'em fit in here, too.

No, most Hungarian refugees didn't change their name.

They loved their country.

They wanted to go back.

But Mike's accent-- I recognized it, it isn't the same as his wife's; he's Russian.

Home Office just confirmed that's where he emigrated from.

Russia?

Like a Soviet spy?

Or a defector.

Then Mike could've been the target of the poisoning.

WILL: So, you think it's the KGB?

Could be.

Feels like this could be bigger than us.

Bigger than... desk duty.

(exhales) We need to meet this couple.

You two, go back over Lambert's black book.

He had it hidden for a reason.

Yes, boss.

(telephone ringing) Keating.

Put him through.

(softly): Give me a minute, will you?

Sir.

(door closes) (background audio distorts) (high-pitched ringing) I'm just saying I've got a family.

That's nearly a two-hour round trip.

A case in Ramsey?

Why's Elliot sending you halfway across Cambridgeshire?

Because he's heard I'm not playing ball here.

So now he's posting me to the arse end of nowhere!

Put my life into this place, and that petty little bastard is gonna piss all over it.

We'll find a way to beat this.

(chuckles) Can't sermon your way out of this one, Will.

It'll be transfer after bloody transfer.

And then it's getting home too late to see the kids, never seeing Cathy.

Geordie... Ramsey can wait.

Right now, I'm more worried about Moscow.

(door opens) (footsteps approaching slowly) I've let you down again.

No.

No, this is just a, a rough patch.

And no Daniel to help you through it.

Love changes everything.

Makes the greatest of challenges feel somehow achievable.

Why don't you speak to him?

He was pretty upset.

In my experience, people want to forgive each other.

Just needs one of you to take the first step.

I'm not sure Mrs. C thinks I should take that step.

I think she's happier it's over.

Then you don't know Sylvia as well as I thought.

Look, she might not, um, understand what you two have.

But she knows how happy he makes you.

Here.

Hurry up, Jack!

What's the rush?

I need to show Leonard just how much I understand.

(car door opens) (footsteps approaching) Mike Cotton?

I'm Inspector Keating.

This is Mr. Will Davenport.

Last rites are a bit premature, I hope.

(chuckles) Just wanna ask you a few questions, if that's okay.

Your wife told my colleagues that you fled Hungary after the '56 uprising.

That is correct.

Can I ask why?

We do not agree with Soviet rule.

But you, Mike-- or Mikhail-- are from Russia.

It's okay, kedves.

Mike was born in Russia, but moved to Hungary as a young man, fell in love with our country.

And you.

He's no Soviet agent, if that's what concerns you.

So why did you have to run?

I was a university professor.

We protested against the Soviet policies.

Things got out of hand, and people were killed.

The state blamed us.

They said some of my students died because of me.

Why'd you change your names?

We wanted to build new lives.

I worked at the bar, Anna as a teacher.

She wanted to keep doing some good.

Move on from the past.

But you never forget.

DANIEL: Or so I thought.

(chuckling) (match ignites) It's a record.

That's the date, then initials, then money.

What if it's people paying Lambert under the table?

Like a robber needing a doctor?

But it's just initials.

We need actual names.

I'll tally 'em all up, like football scores.

Compare them with the names in the surgery register.

(telephones ringing in background) Are you all right?

Lost all that fire already?

I think I messed things up for Leonard.

You don't say.

Seen your punch bags take less of a beating than that councilor.

Look, you're pushing yourself too hard.

Get over to Bonnie early tonight.

For Ernie's birthday.

Boss!

Lambert's book.

It's dozens of initials, marked against money.

Two sets of handwriting.

He had an accomplice.

We checked the initials against the surgery register.

So far, they all match patients.

He was taking payments from them.

That's not all.

The handwriting in the register matches the second set in the black book.

The same register Debbie Stephens used.

Uncle Bill had information as a GP.

He'd use that information to blackmail patients for money, or whatever he could get.

And your role in all of this?

I helped him keep his records straight-- that's all.

That's aiding and abetting.

What choice did I have?

You could've told somebody.

(chuckles): Well, he was the great Dr. Lambert.

Pillar of the community-- who would've believed me?

And is that why you killed him, because you wanted it all to end?

I didn't kill him.

And even if I wanted to, I was nowhere near the club.

This isn't the first time you've lied, or withheld information.

You want to talk to someone who was at the club?

Talk to Bernie Palmer.

Why Mr. Palmer?

Because he was one of the people Uncle Bill was blackmailing.

BERNIE: First you shut me down, and now you detain me?

(sucks teeth) We know Dr. Lambert was blackmailing you.

Been bleeding you since February this year.

I... (sighs deeply) I'd been seeing this, um... (clears throat): ...lady friend, for a while, and...

Things started off right, and then things went wrong.

Down there.

So he got me a prescription, I paid for it, and everything cleared up.

But then he started turning up at the bar, threatening to tell my wife if I didn't give him free drinks.

(sucks teeth) So you were angry?

(hits table): I was bloody betrayed!

You still sure Sharon was lying about hearing you and the doc arguing last night?

I'd had enough.

I told him.

(chuckles) I wasn't gonna stand for it anymore.

The Special Reserve laced with cyanide was stored in your office.

The doc poisoned in your bar.

And you finally off the hook.

(chuckling): Oh, hang on!

Yes, he was a smug, cocky bastard, but I didn't kill him.

I would've smashed the bottle and gotten rid of the evidence.

My mother didn't raise a fool.

(pills rattling) (breathing deeply) WILL: Great.

Can't wait-- see you soon!

All sorted, Geordie, I am gonna see Bonnie and Ernie tonight!

He's gonna have the best birthday ever!

GEORDIE: Will?

A word.

Now.

(chuckles) (telephones ringing, people talking in background) What's this?

Geordie... Hand them over.

Hand over what?

You have been up and down and acting strange all day.

I know you're on something-- now hand it over.

(laughs): I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, we're gonna do this, are we?

I told you, I don't know what... You're really gonna make me do this?

All right, but this is your fault.

No, Geordie, look-- off me!

Wait, no, Geordie, no, get off me, Geordie, no!

This isn't you, Will.

You are better than this.

Maybe I'm not as good as you think.

John's death was an accident.

I know.

Do you?

Is this who you are now?

Popping pills and preaching sermons?

Look, I thought I could shake the guilt.

(voice trembles): But I can't.

And the pills, they, they help bring me focus.

Pills are not the answer.

Now, I've seen what they do to people, and so have you.

I thought God was your help.

You are gonna have to knock this on the head, son.

I'm trying.

Well, you try harder!

(voice trembles): I mean it.

(voice breaking): I'm so sorry, Geordie.

I know you are.

(footsteps approaching rapidly) (exhales) It's Miss Taylor, isn't it?

I've lost this place.

(crying): No, it's Daniel.

I'm so sorry.

LARRY: Look here.

"A.P."

We added 'em all up.

A.P.

appears ten times since spring.

Ten bob every month.

Then we looked in the surgery's official register.

A week before the first "A.P.," Lambert sees Anna Cotton.

Her first and only appointment.

Anna Cotton, formerly Alina Papp.

A.P.

He discovered who she was, and Mike Cotton poisoned the doc to protect her.

This is really good work.

We know Lambert was blackmailing your wife.

Which gives you a motive to kill him.

And poisoning yourself, as well.

That was a clever and risky way to avoid suspicion.

You really think I poisoned Dr Lambert?

You had means and motive.

Mike Cotton, I'm arresting you for the murder of Dr. Bill Lambert.

But I could never do anything like that!

Please!

ANNA: Mike wouldn't hurt anyone!

You have to believe me, I didn't kill him!

You do not have to say anything unless you wish to do so.

But what you say will be written down... Larry.

LARRY: Boss.

For processing.

Geordie...

I don't think it's him.

He poured the drinks, so the evidence says otherwise.

Okay, but poison?

How would he know how much to use so that he lives and Lambert dies?

And where does a refugee barman get cyanide from?

Well, maybe one of the punters at the bar gave it to him.

Or a professor.

The wife.

Professor Alina Papp.

University of Budapest.

Chemistry department.

Organic and inorganic synthesis, specializing in nitriles.

(exhales) Ah, the silent treatment won't work, love.

We know he was blackmailing you.

You're right.

I killed him.

Lambert worked out who I was.

He said he knew people at the Russian Embassy, and unless I paid him, he would tell them where I lived.

But you did pay him.

Ten bob a month.

I was biding my time, playing the part of a compliant woman.

How did you get the cyanide in the bottle?

Mike told me Lambert came in every night at 7: 00 p.m. So, I visited the bar and I asked to see it.

I've seen predators like Lambert before.

I knew the money was just the start.

(exhales) And Mike?

I didn't mean for him to get hurt.

You risked killing your husband.

I wasn't going to let Lambert dig up my past and destroy our life.

It's haunted me long enough.

Anna Cotton, I am arresting you for the murder... Do you still carry that guilt?

It never goes away.

Annushka.

(speaking Russian) (speaking Hungarian): You're nothing like her.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know you, Will.

You need a break from this.

Go be with your family.

I need to see Leonard first, to apologize.

CATHY: So... What crisis prompted this?

What, a man can't sweep his wife off her feet?

(chuckles): Sure, right classy you are.

Come on.

Elliot's gunning for me, Cath, running me out.

Can you complain?

No.

He's got the ear of the top brass.

He can move me around wherever he wants.

Whenever he wants.

You can't give in to him.

Well, life will be very different if I stay.

Be harder, for all of us.

But now with your promotion, maybe it's time I stepped aside.

I mean, Larry and Miss Scott did a hell of a job today.

(chuckles): Larry?

Uh-huh.

I said if you hung around vicars long enough, we'd get a miracle.

Mm-hmm.

I wanna be around.

For you and the kids.

I'll keep an eye on Will, too.

Hey, you don't have to ask my permission.

Well, I do.

'Cause we're a team, Cath.

And if I'm gonna retire, it's gotta work for the both of us.

Is that how much I meant to you?

I'm sorry?

I know you were angry, but this?

What are you talking about?

Mrs. C saw you.

(lowers voice): With another man.

That's why you've come to see me, because you think I'm having an affair.

She said she saw you being intimate with a gentleman.

And of course, Mrs. C couldn't have mistaken an innocent exchange between friends with a full-blown love affair.

(stammering): She said she...

I mean, she sounded... Have you any idea how much I've missed you?

And yet, thinking I'm having an affair is the only reason you're here.

Daniel, I'm, I'm sorry.

You should've led with that.

(door opens and shuts) (sighs) (typing) Leonard.

I wanted to apologize.

For my behavior with Miss Taylor-- I wasn't myself.

There's just been so much noise in my head since, since what happened that I can't hear God.

It's been so long since I heard him, I feel unworthy at being a vicar.

You're not the only one having a hard time of it, Will.

No, I know, I know, and I'm, I am sorry.

I poured my life into this place.

Jack's money, too.

(exhales) After your performance with Miss Taylor, you've ruined everything.

I am truly, truly sorry.

Sorry?

Is that all you've got?

I think you enjoy the pandering and fussing around "poor Will."

(softly): I know you're upset.

So please just tell me what I can do to help.

Why would I ever trust you to do anything ever again?

What use are you, to anyone, when all you do is wallow in self-pity?

(exhales) (inhales sharply) WILL: I know I haven't been the man you need me to be.

I've let you all down.

I've tried to be better, but it's just too hard.

And the guilt I carry won't go away.

I've had Bonnie on the telephone.

Will's not there.

He never made it.

WILL: So, I've done the only thing I can.

The only thing that makes sense.

Will?

You there?

Bonnie is going spare!

Where's Will, eh, Dickens?

Where is the daft sod?

WILL: Everything will be better... ...now I'm gone.

(click) (grunts) GEORDIE: This is a footprint.

Will?!

BONNIE: Why isn't he here?

What if he doesn't want this baby?

Put him in a cell, Larry.

Let's just get this over with.

GEORDIE: You destroy yourself, Will.

They deserve so much better than this.

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