Grantchester

It doesn't add up.

It's that Mr.

Switch.

He's up to something.

He's got Cathy in the palm of his hand.

GEORDIE: Alphy?

Gambling?

And they better not have been vicarage funds!

I'm not listening to any more of this sanctimonious rubbish.

You have your wish.

From now on, you're on your own.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) (alarm ringing, Alphy grunts) (breathes deeply) (groans) (alarm continues) (breathes deeply) (exhales) (alarm continues) May we rejoice in this day you have made, as we wake refreshed from the depths of our sleep.

Open our eyes to behold your presence.

And strengthen our... I'm sorry, I'm, uh... I'm so sorry, I just... (congregation murmuring) (register rings) CATHY: Thank you very much, and we'll see you again soon.

Thank you-- see you soon.

(door closes) SWITCH: What's got two buckets of crimson emulsion and a sense of style?

You better not have hired a new decorator.

(chuckling) We are painting the town red.

Invitation to the new show at the Carnation in London tomorrow night.

Me and you.

Jean Jones put in a good word with the designer.

You're kidding!

Oh, but how am I gonna find a babysitter at that short notice?

Your eldest?

Your husband?

Or, at a push, we could try and lure the dragon down from Chapman Mountain, see if she'll corral the little weasels.

It doesn't start till 9:00.

We'd only have an hour tops before the last train.

You're a successful businesswoman.

You can afford a night in a hotel.

When was the last time you had a continental breakfast?

Last week, I had a cold crumpet.

Cultivating business contacts.

Researching King's Road trends.

This trip will pay for itself.

Just the two of us?

I know the perfect place.

Mm-hmm.

(phone ringing) (clears throat) CeCe's Boutique.

GEORDIE (on phone): Is Cathy there?

Oh, yes, hello, Geordie.

Uh, one moment.

GEORDIE: Has Dora told you about this band she wants to see over in Wisbech?

I'm not having it.

What are you talking about?

GEORDIE: Taking the bus by herself?

I've never even heard of this bloody Roland Stone.

It's the Rolling Stones.

GEORDIE: Who?

She's been banging on about 'em for months.

You don't listen, do you?

Well, maybe you could tell me, if you were ever here.

For God's sake, Geordie!

If you want to spoil her fun, sort it out yourself.

(pounding in background) GEORDIE: She doesn't listen to me, Cathy.

She listens to you.

I'm, uh, going to London tomorrow night, for work.

I'll be back on Saturday.

What, you're staying over?

Yes-- Peter and I have been invited to a fashion show.

This is what happens, now I'm a successful businesswoman.

(receiver clatters) "Peter"!

(receiver drops in cradle) (door closes) Alphy?

LEONARD: Not here.

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Scrabble.

I once beat Sidney with my maledict.

You did what?

On a triple word score.

The only thing Daniel has is Risk, and I'm not inflicting that on Raymond.

(whimpers) Good boy, Dickens.

(boxes shifting) Where is Alphy?

Don't know, don't care.

I've had quite enough of his selfish strop.

He walked out the midweek service this morning.

Then he'll not be long for the parish, once the bishop gets wind.

Aren't you in the least bit concerned?

Some of us have responsibilities we actually take seriously.

Ah-hah!

You found it, Uncle Len!

Uncle Len?

Marcus has asked Daniel and I to... Well, help out more.

Share the load.

Two men?

If his father can't cope, report it to the authorities.

No!

He'll be taken from Marcus and away from the village.

(softly): And what happens when Marcus dies, and they find out you've been playing happy families?

Leonard, you must see that this isn't the... It's between Marcus and us.

So, I'll thank you for not sticking your beak in.

My beak?

Fine.

Be ridiculous.

See who gets burned.

Mira.

Alphy, what are you doing here?

I have to talk to you.

No, no, sorry, I, I can't do this.

You owe me this much-- you know you do.

Alphy... You have turned my life upside down.

And for the last 30 years, I knew exactly who I was, and then I find you, and my whole life, my, my faith, was really just an accident, a, a mistake?

Do you have any idea what that kind of doubt is like?

What, what that does?

I thought it would pass.

That eventually, I'd, uh... I'd wake up and feel better.

If I could just get through the week, or the month, but I'm... I'm sinking.

I have turned my back on my flock.

I have gambled my money, hurt my best friends.

Because everything feels... ...pointless.

I never wanted to hurt you.

You found me.

You in, invited me into your world, expecting everything to fall into place?

You turned my world upside down.

The last time I'd seen you, you... You fit into the palm of my hand.

So now, to find you such a big, wonderful, caring man, it mended my heart.

You fixed a part of me that I had forgotten was broken.

But then, when we met last month, I... (sighs) You caught me lying, and I lashed out like a child.

I, I said awful things.

I want to tell my husband about you.

I want him and Rajesh to meet you.

I do.

I want it to happen.

But you need to give me space.

I, I can't tell you how to find your faith again.

But I can tell you that you haven't wasted your life.

And if becoming a vicar was an accident, then it is the happiest possible accident.

You help people.

You give them hope.

And the happiest possible discovery of them all, that you found a family.

A real family.

In Grantchester.

They love you.

And they have given you everything that I never could.

(typewriter clacking in background) (knock at door) (door opens) (door closes) Oh, hello.

(exhales) What do you want?

Could I, um... Are you okay?

Just dandy.

Well, I've come to make amends.

How's that work?

Well... I'm sorry.

I've been an ass.

Go on.

I'm glad you found my mother.

Now, I know I haven't always acted like it, but I don't think I ever thanked you properly.

Instead, when it got complicated, I took it out on you.

You want me to forgive you?

No, I, I just, I needed to say that.

Well, I forgive you, you daft sod.

Did you practice that speech?

(chuckles) You're packing up?

Mm!

Start the new job on Monday.

This is my last week working cases.

I didn't realize-- that's come round quick.

(sighs) These things always do.

Are you feeling okay about it?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You spoken to Leonard yet?

No.

I haven't figured out that speech.

I reckon you're struggling more with forgiving yourself.

Yeah.

And with how I feel about this.

Really?

(knock at door, door opens) Boss, body been found over on Patch Lane.

You want to come along?

(exhales) I hear there's nothing like a death to make you a believer.

(birds twittering, people talking in background) What have we got, Larry?

Driver's license identifies him as Frank Brook.

Lives in Chesterton.

(sighs) Um... Hold up.

ALPHY: So, killer exits the van, blood on his hands, closes the door?

Could be.

Any sign of a murder weapon?

Can we get this open?

On it, boss.

Blood on the stems.

So maybe they were in the front when Frank died.

Maybe.

Mm, there's a note.

"Darling, I'm sorry it didn't work out.

Remember the good times."

No names.

Well, either that's a motive or a big coincidence.

Hm.

If it is a motive, was the person getting dumped mad at Frank specifically, or did they simply just stab the messenger?

(cash register rings) MRS.

CHAPMAN: There you go, my dear.

Bye-bye.

Thanks.

So, can you babysit?

(door opens) And abandon the halibut?

(door closes) Friday's fish night-- Jack looks forward to it.

Oh, please, Sylvia?

You're spending more time with Mr.

Switch than your own family.

I'm not.

And how can we afford trips to London and fancy hotels?

Because we're actually doing well?

It's time we enjoyed it.

Why don't you treat Jack for once?

MRS.

CHAPMAN: I do, with halibut.

CATHY (laughs): I mean a holiday!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

We're open till 5:00.

Oh, well, not today, ladies.

Keys, if you please.

We're closing early.

Found the key in the glove box.

(toolbox opens) GEORDIE: Blimey!

Well, floristry's not what I thought it was.

Tools of an armed robber.

Hasn't Inspector Standing's team been investigating robberies over in Huntingdon?

I'll ask.

And I checked Brook's flower shop.

Lad there hadn't seen Frank since close last night.

But he did mention a fiance.

SUSAN: How did he die?

ALPHY: You sure you want to know?

Yeah.

Stabbed.

(inhales sharply) (sighs): Oh, Christ.

(sniffs) Bloody idiot.

(lighter clicks) Was Frank involved in something?

(exhales) You get a flower order wrong, people come back for refunds, not blood.

ALPHY: Susan, we found a toolbox in his van, with a gun inside it.

Well... Delivery vans get held up.

It pays to be prepared.

GEORDIE: There was a balaclava, too.

That for the cold nights?

Why did you call him an idiot?

'Cause we just paid the deposit at the Feathers for our wedding reception.

When did you last see him?

We had dinner at mine last night.

But he left.

Early starts.

He'd have been at the flower market at 5:00 a.m.?

And where were you this morning?

Oh, bloody coppers.

(chuckles) Must be impossible keeping a wife with a mind like that.

Like you kept your dead fella?

Geordie!

(exhales) I woke at 7:00, at work by 9:00.

The hairdresser's on Wilson's Court.

You live alone?

Mm.

Well, you could've met Frank on Patch Lane before 9:00 this morning.

Well, I didn't.

You could've received a bouquet from him, with a Dear John note.

Taken it badly.

No.

Not seen this.

Is this how you treat a grieving woman?

I'm not surprised by him, but a man of God?

To hell with you both.

This is taking too long.

Just get the bags.

You, empty the till.

Don't help them!

Now, see?

She gets it.

(register rings, drawer opens) Yeah, the faster we're done, the sooner we're gone from your shop.

It's not a shop, it's a boutique.

(register drawer closes) And her husband's a policeman.

Sylvia!

She's already memorized your faces.

Where you've left fingerprints.

You'll be locked up before sunset.

Should've worn the masks.

You're bluffing.

Are you a copper's wife?

(curtain rustles) Who's there?

I can see your feet, love.

Come on, out.

(voice trembling): Oh, God, oh, God.

Please don't hurt me.

Sit over there.

Go on.

Where's the rest?

MRS.

CHAPMAN: Did the bank run this morning.

That's all we have.

You gotta be kidding.

Please, just take the money and go.

Look, it doesn't matter.

Right?

This is just a bonus.

We're here for Mr.

Switch.

Susan touched a nerve.

Well, daft cow's lying to us.

Geordie, what is it?

I think Cathy might be having an affair.

Or about to start one.

With Mr.

Switch.

She can't be.

You've seen her spending time with him.

There are drinks after work.

And now they're going on some fashion trip together.

She's pulling away.

And I bloody paired them up.

Well, have you said anything?

No.

(sighs) Don't have proof.

And maybe I don't have the right.

Well, why would you not have the right... Ah.

I had no idea.

What happened?

A stupid mistake, uh, nine years ago.

And all that time, I've been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You know, I really thought we'd moved past it.

Things have been good.

Geordie, you can't give up on her.

She's put up with so much.

Not just my mistakes, uh, the hours.

The worry.

And when I'm finally this close to a cushy desk job... (knock at door) Boss.

D.I.

Edwin Standing's team's connected half a dozen robberies over the last six weeks, all with four masked men.

One of 'em armed with a sawn-off shotgun.

One with a pistol.

But no leads?

Thefts have been well-planned, efficient.

Cash only, quick getaway each time.

Maybe it's Frank Brook's gang.

Maybe the others turned on him.

Susan must know something.

Well, she wasn't exactly forthcoming.

Then we find another angle.

(whistling) (lock turns) (outside door closes) (door opens) (Switch whistling) What... Hello, Switchy.

JP.

What are you doing here?

(chuckles) Well, um... Oh, no, whoa, whoa, easy now!

We come for our money.

(stammering): Well, take what's in the till.

It's all there is.

Don't play dumb.

We need it all.

Everything Frank gave you.

Where is Frank?

He'll be along any minute.

Now, where's the money?

It's not here.

It's in the bank.

What have you done?

Now's not the time.

Now is the ruddy time!

Are you responsible for this predicament?

(stammering) These gentlemen are, are part of a, um, consortium that I owed a debt to.

They happened to have a delightfully large amount of cash that needed safekeeping, and, well, with my fingertips at CeCe's accounts, the opportunity presented itself.

That money got us through a rough couple of months, let me tell you.

This whole time, you've been lying to me?

Tricking me?

I'm not even a good businesswoman?

All right, enough!

You said it's in the bank, so you can get it now.

MRS.

CHAPMAN: It's our account.

You'll need me or Cathy with you, and we'll refuse.

(slowly): You won't need to do that.

Yes, he does.

CATHY: No.

I got the bank to make Mr.

Switch a signatory on withdrawals.

Cathy!

JP: Right.

You take Switch to the bank, get it all.

I'll wait here for Frank.

(door opens) (door closes) You owe Frank nothing.

Even if he hadn't died this morning, you were never walking down that aisle.

Never celebrating at the Feathers.

So who was he working with?

No idea.

He was leaving you.

No.

It's not like that.

We have the note.

ALPHY: You've been here before, haven't you, Susan?

Yeah, two domestics, both causing a breach of the peace.

Old boyfriends, old news.

You shook your head when you heard Frank had been killed, like you half-expected it.

Like it's the best you deserve.

But, Susan, you deserve better than that.

Stop punishing yourself.

It's not your fault that he died, or that he stole.

But it will be your fault if someone else gets hurt.

JP, um, Jean-Paul Millwood, Bob Spindlove, and Dexter Sutton.

That was his gang.

And that's all I know.

(whimpers) You're a good little Dickens, ain't ya?

(door closes) And roll over, Dickens.

(Dickens barks) I brought lunch.

And whatever we don't have, I thought we could take to Jack and Mrs.

C's for tea later.

We won't be going.

Why not?

She was very rude about us helping Raymond.

"Ridiculous," she said.

That it's up to the authorities.

Ah.

(Dickens barks) "Ah"?

I thought we both agreed.

Well, we agreed to help out.

Now, I wouldn't trade this time for anything, but it has become something more.

Fine, side with her.

(Dickens barks) Leonard, it's not about taking sides.

Men like us, we have to let go of so much.

(inhales) I wasn't ready to let go of the church.

But Raymond's been such a wonderful distraction.

Yesterday, I started thinking about school.

In September.

You've done so much for him.

But we are not his family.

It will only get harder to say goodbye.

LARRY: Dex Sutton, no fixed abode.

Nasty piece of work, by all accounts.

JP Millwood's not at home, but didn't show for work this morning.

One conviction for handling stolen goods, two for ABH.

Bob Spindlove got picked up over in Peterborough late last night for petty theft.

They allowed him to make one phone call.

The number he rang matched Frank Brook's address.

So Frank knew one of his gang had been caught.

That we'd be closing in.

So maybe the note to Susan was a goodbye before he did a runner.

Right, you check Frank's home and the florist's.

Any clues to where they'd go.

Boss.

(door opens) (door closes) I'm going to miss this.

Reading endless police files?

You're going to miss it, too.

I can put a word in with Larry, if you like.

See if he fancies retaining a regional vicar.

We're good at it.

We're a good team.

Everything has its time, Alphy.

A job with regular hours, more holidays.

That's what Cathy deserves.

It might be our best chance.

Only chance.

Tell her you know.

Fight for her.

Still glass-half-full, then?

I reckon you've got some faith left.

In people.

That there's good in us all.

Don't give up.

'Cause if you and Cathy can't make it, what hope is there for the rest of us?

They were planning to skip town.

So they might've met up after the tip-off.

Fancy a swift half at the Feathers?

Do you think we'll be on the telly?

I've always wanted to be famous.

MRS.

CHAPMAN: Are you Nora Millwood's boy?

You are, aren't you?

Pierre, was it?

Something foreign.

Jean-Paul.

Everyone calls me JP.

I went to school with Nora.

You knew Mum?

Lovely girl.

Turn in her grave, knowing you were on the rob.

Hey, I'm doing this for my daughter.

Right?

Give her a better life.

Nothing says "better life" like a dad in prison.

My ex ran off with her.

I already never see her-- is that fair?

Anyway, you can bloody talk, with a crook for an accountant.

That wasn't my choosing.

Hey!

I didn't know about it, either, did I?

Was the accountant fella your man?

No.

No!

Why do you say that?

'Cause it looked like he broke your heart.

Bloody men, always let you down.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Trying a fresh start.

That's what CeCe's was supposed to be about.

But now it's a lie.

And you put a perfectly good marriage at risk.

Sylvia, nothing happened!

Enough of the chatter!

Let me guess, he promised you the moon and stars.

It was just nice to be listened to.

He was interested and... Butter you up, then let you down.

Bastards, the lot of them.

There's still some good men out there.

(people talking in background) We're just heading down the Feathers to ask around.

Boss!

I found something else in the paperwork from the florist.

We've had Frank's accountant in here before.

It's Peter Switch.

Isn't that CeCe's accountant?

(phone dial turning) (phone ringing) Don't answer it.

(phone continues) (ringing out) They're not picking up.

They could just be busy.

Switch was involved in the Bert Mills case.

Yeah, uh, not directly.

Maybe it's a coincidence.

You think I'm taking that risk?

(receiver drops in cradle) (pounding) JP, it's me, let us in!

You sit there.

Got it.

We can still make the early ferry.

DEXTER: Yeah, once Frank gets here.

Look, I don't think Frank's coming.

You said he was.

Look, if he's not here now, then something must've happened, he must've done a runner.

I don't know.

It's just us.

We can make it.

You lot, stay calm.

Don't screw up now.

Any of you try and follow us, I'll be aiming this at you.

Soon as you come out that door.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, back in, back in, back in!

That's JP and Dexter.

(engine stops) (car door closes) (door rattles) (pounding) Cathy?!

(pounds) Cathy!

(lock turns) JP: Back off.

Right now.

(door slams) Please understand, this is not what any of us wants.

You've done so much for us.

You don't know what a joy it's been.

What an honor.

But it's not our place to look after you.

We're not family.

You are!

You're my favorite uncles!

Social services will find someone.

No, please, don't get up.

I'm damned if I'm letting him go with strangers.

Marcus.

I'll change my will.

I'll make him your ward.

If you'll have him, that is.

Marcus... I've a criminal record.

Well, so does Dad, and Uncle Pete.

That's why you can't go to them, either.

I don't.

LARRY: I've radioed Force Control to get firearms ready.

GEORDIE: Now, hold off.

I want this done without any shots fired, do you understand?

Okay.

It's all tied up with the florist's murder.

(men calling in background) We need to know where those two've been since last night.

Cathy'll be okay.

You don't know that.

DEXTER: What are we going to do?

JP, I can't get caught, no way!

I don't know, okay?

I don't... You did this, didn't you?

SWITCH: What?

You signaled the bank.

What?

What?

No, no!

(yelps) You're dead, Switch!

Stop it!

He's our prisoner now!

They all are, right?

We use them to bargain.

They're our way out.

Yeah, we don't need all of 'em!

We do, we do.

We need the police to trust us.

Yeah?

Listen to me.

Calm heads, yeah?

Nothing rash.

And we get out of here.

(loud knock at door) (pounding) (lock turns) Just want to talk, that's all.

I'm Inspector Keating.

So how about you tell me your name?

It doesn't matter.

(sighs): Okay, well, how about I take a guess, JP Millwood?

And maybe you've got Dexter Sutton in there with you, too.

Look, Keating, we got four people in here.

You try anything daft, it's on your head.

Can you tell me who they are?

The two ladies that run the place, there's a customer, and the accountant.

That Mr.

Switch?

JP?

All I care about is that those people in there go home to their loved ones safe and well.

Now, what will it take to get that?

Well, you could get us some food-- we're famished.

And a fast car.

You get me that, I'll give you two of them.

I need all four.

We're holding on to two as insurance.

We'll let 'em go as soon as we're far enough away.

Got it?

I'll need time.

You've got 30 minutes.

(lock turns) (exhales) You all right, mister?

Is he okay?

He's brought it all on himself.

SWITCH: I didn't have a choice.

You've seen what these men are like.

I had to do it.

Don't backpedal now just 'cause the police are here.

Look, the money was just resting in your account.

Banks do it all the time.

(sighs) Everyone bends the law-- I bet even Geordie... Don't you dare bring him into this.

I can't believe I almost... (scoffs): Don't be so prissy.

You loved the attention-- you know you did.

Oh, hush, please.

You lied to me!

SWITCH: And you ate it up.

The Coco Chanel of the Fens?

Really?

Come on.

You were lucky to have me.

LARRY: Barmaid at the Feathers says Frank and JP were in last night.

Raised voices.

JP called Frank a selfish bastard.

Bit of argy-bargy.

Landlord kicked them out just before closing.

What was Frank doing that was selfish?

Good work, Larry.

How quickly can you get your car here?

Mine?

They want a fast car.

Yours looks the part.

So, we measure, say, half a gallon in the tank, but we rig the gauge to say it's full.

And they break down 20 miles out.

JACK: Geordie!

(people talking, radios running in background) Have you spoke to Cathy?

Or Mrs.

C?

Are they okay?

I don't know.

Well, what are you doing about it?

You're just standing around out there?

LEONARD: I'm sure Geordie knows what he's... Yeah, we're negotiating with them, Jack.

Negotiating?

You need a show of force!

Show you mean business!

Jack.

It's okay-- nobody's been hurt.

And Geordie's got a plan.

Cathy's in there, too.

But I do need someone to get my car and bring it here.

I'll go.

Thank you.

You were right.

(exhales) Oh, I've been a fool.

Yes, well, least said, soonest mended.

I have to tell Geordie.

Are you mad, girl?

What did I just say?

I have to!

JP: Oi!

Pipe down!

Oh, good grief!

You're blowing up a marriage; Leonard's stealing a family; Alphy's abandoned his post.

The whole world's gone topsy-turvy.

Oh!

Oh, you all right, Sylvia?

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh, my God-- get, get help!

Sylvia?

Sylvia!

I've been awful to you.

Leonard, I'm so sorry.

I wasn't there for you, for the village.

(people talking in background) I may not be the right man for this job.

No, I've had the same thought.

But I've seen you be the right man.

And you're at least talking like it now.

JP (calling): Keating!

Hey!

We need a doctor in here.

What's happened?

Lady's collapsed.

Just bring her out, we'll get a doctor.

Uh, these people are the only thing keeping you from bursting in!

For God's sake, JP.

Take me instead.

Trade.

Alphy, no.

Deal.

I'll fetch her now.

I know you're on some kind of atonement bender, but you don't have to risk your bloody life.

Geordie, it makes sense.

Look, maybe I can figure out who killed Frank.

(door opens) (Mrs.

Chapman whimpers) We didn't do anything, she just went down.

I've got you, Mrs.

C. In!

You're fine now, Mrs.

C. We've got you-- how's Cathy doing?

Geordie, Geordie, she's not thinking straight.

She's not.

DOCTOR: You all right, ma'am?

Brought fish and chips.

All right.

Over there.

Cathy.

Thanks.

Alphy, have you seen Sylvia?

Geordie's with her.

He'll get her help.

And is, uh, is he okay?

He's worried about you.

But he's being brilliant.

Is this, um, lunch or dinner?

I've lost track of all time.

(chuckles) (with mouth full): I only came in to buy a dress.

Oh, uh, please don't... Uh, oh, no, never mind.

Oh, God, I'm so sorry!

Bad habits!

Has she paid for that dress yet?

Keep the dress.

You deserve it after all this.

GEORDIE: You gave us quite a shock there, Mrs.

C. LARRY: The doc said drop in blood pressure due to stress.

I'm just glad you're okay.

That Millwood boy, he did say he was doing it for his daughter.

To be back with her.

Frank was ditching his fiance.

He would've wanted JP to leave without his daughter.

Clean getaway.

That what the "selfish bastard" argument was about?

Find out where the daughter is.

Maybe we can get ahead of them.

(engine revs, tires skid) (engine stops) (car door closes) Thanks, Jack.

Sylvia's out-- she's okay.

Oh, thank God.

And Cathy's still in there?

Along with Alphy.

Oh!

Oh, my darling.

(whimpering) Sylvia.

That Mrs.

Chapman, she gonna be okay?

(stammering): I, I don't know.

She's out of harm's way, unlike the rest of us.

Hey, as long as we get what we want, you'll all be fine.

Just don't cross us.

Oh, I believe you.

I saw what you did to Frank Brook.

What's happened to Frank?

Oh, come on.

One of you killed him.

Yeah, a two-way split's better than three, right?

I, I thought he'd run.

Well, somebody got to him.

It wasn't me!

Then your friend?

(scoffs) He's just a kid-- he pretends to be tough.

He wouldn't shoot Frank.

Frank was stabbed.

(blade clicks in) What's going on in here?

Frank's dead.

What did you do?

You said he'd run.

He's messing with you.

No, no, I'm not, not at all.

You know, I knew you were touched.

What did you do?

(grunts) (groaning, grunting) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

(grunting, exclaiming) (gun fires) ALPHY: Is anyone hurt?

JP: Bastard.

You killed Frank.

It wasn't me.

(knock at door) GEORDIE: JP?

What's happening?

They heard the shot, they just want to know if anyone's hurt.

GEORDIE: JP!

Go on, tell them.

And get our car-- no mucking around.

I want to be gone from here.

(door closes) What happened?

Is everyone all right?

Just a bit of property damage, that's all.

Everybody's fine.

Where's our car?

It's here.

Now, you promised me two hostages.

(lock turns) JP: Right, two of you are coming with us.

I'll go with you-- you don't need anyone else.

Yeah, thanks, but it ain't your choice.

Bugger it, I'll go.

No, no, you mustn't.

You just got caught up in all this.

Take me.

Cathy.

Don't be daft.

You got a family.

Let me be bloody mad for a day.

(gasps softly) It, it won't be for long.

Just till we're clear of Cambridge.

JP: Sorry, Vicar.

One of you's with us all the way across the channel.

A trip to France!

Lucky old me.

One of you?

You're, you're ditching one of us?

I can pick up my little girl now.

Can't I?

I mean, it's on the way.

Yeah, you want her that badly, what do I care?

Bob Spindlove got picked up last night.

So you two and Frank were going to run.

But you bought four ferry tickets this morning, before you came in here, before you knew about Frank's death.

So who was going, you two, Frank, and...?

Well, selfish bastard wanted to bring his fiance.

His fiance?

(radios running in background) Geordie, could I talk to you for a moment?

I was, uh, brusque with you earlier.

It's perfectly understandable, Jack.

No.

You're putting on a better front than me.

She'll be all right, you know.

I've let things slide with Cathy.

Standing still all day like an idiot.

I should've been fighting for her.

I'm getting Cathy out of this mess.

And I'm never letting go of her again.

Well, whatever worries you have, she loves you.

She would never leave you.

No.

It's not like that.

SUSAN: It's not like that.

GEORDIE: He was leaving you.

No, it's not like that.

Christ on a bike.

Larry!

I need Susan Lee brought down here now.

Boss.

(people talking in background) How long's this gonna take?

This yours?

Yeah.

(siren blaring) I better change out of this.

Oh, honestly, keep it.

Oh, pollen stains.

You'll want sticky tape and cold water for that.

Do you work in a flower shop?

TRACEY: Yeah.

Good guess!

Oh, part-time.

Plays havoc with my sinuses.

(chuckles) You were resigned about Frank's behavior.

Was he playing away?

You've dragged me here for this?

Susan, there are four hostages whose lives are at stake, and it's all connected to Frank's murder.

Now, I know it's hard to admit.

I know it makes you feel angry and ashamed.

But please tell me.

Yeah, there were others.

Do you know who?

Not all.

There was a girl at his work.

Head in the clouds.

You worked with Frank Brook.

What?

What are you talking about?

What?

ALPHY: He was planning on running away with his fiance, so... ...it was you he was ditching.

LARRY: Tracey Western, resident at 6 Glynde Road.

Well, that's just off Patch Lane.

Where Frank was found.

You thought he was your ticket to a better life, but then he left you that note, that bouquet.

(van door opens) (van door closes) (engine starts) ALPHY: You couldn't accept it, could you?

He was panicking.

Running back to her.

But I deserve that money.

CATHY: Oh, my God!

SWITCH: Oh!

Whoa, whoa!

Give me the gun, now!

Take it.

ALPHY: Tracey?

(shears drop) Don't do this.

I didn't put in all that time with Frank for nothing.

I was promised a life of luxury.

I came here to collect what I'm owed.

It's not yours!

This says it is.

Pick up my money.

Outside, nice and slow.

Okay.

Everyone, stay back!

Tracey?

Are the keys in that car?

Yep.

Ready to go.

So no one needs to get hurt.

Stay back!

(officer grunts) I'm taking Cathy.

No-- no, you're not.

It's all right!

I'll go.

No.

Not her.

TRACEY: No!

No!

(grunting) (gun fires) DEXTER: Stay back!

TRACEY: My money!

DEXTER: Stay back!

Stay back!

(gasping, grunting) GEORDIE: Hey, son.

Don't be foolish.

Let's put the gun down.

It's all right.

Just give it to me.

(gun fires) (voice trembling): Geordie?

Geordie?

Geordie!

(groans) CATHY: Oh!

Move!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, you listen to me, Geordie Keating.

Where's the bloody doctor?!

You're going nowhere.

(voice breaking): I'm not losing you!

I love you, Geordie Keating.

He's gonna be okay-- you're gonna be okay, Geordie.

You're gonna be okay.

(audio distorting) Geordie!

(click) LARRY: I've spent so long trying to show Geordie I've got what it takes.

Geordie taught you everything.

You know exactly what to do.

(grunts) LARRY: Police!

Move!

Dexter Sutton-- where is he?

I tried to stop him.

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