Grantchester

CATHY: Exclusively at CeCe's Boutique.

You lied to me.

It was for fishing lures.

I think I found Alphy's mum.

CATHY: We should celebrate you, too, for finding your mum.

Cathy... Just trying to help.

How dare you?

I, I never asked you to do that.

It's your bloody mother!

To hell with you, Geordie.

(thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) GEORDIE: Bloody vicars and their bloody moods.

You'd think with God on their side, they'd be a little bit more sanguine.

But no.

One tiff, and it's like the world has ended.

I know exactly how this is gonna go.

I've been here countless times.

With Sidney.

With Will.

Now Alphy.

First, he'll sulk.

Give me the silent treatment.

No pub.

No visits to the station.

I'll be persona non grata.

And next, be all the angst.

The dramatic sighs, the self-recrimination.

"Woe is me, I'm a terrible person."

And eventually, do you know who'll have to apologize?

You?

Me.

Don't apologize, then.

I'm not going to.

You'll apologize.

No, I won't.

Course you will.

Do you know how I know that?

Because I've been here before, too.

You moan about your vicars and their moods.

And then your brow gets all sweet and furrowed.

And then you say you're sorry.

Because you are a big old softy.

Big old softy, eh?

Mm-hmm.

You cried at "Bambi."

Find me a man who didn't.

(chuckles) (door opens) I'm so sorry.

No, I am.

I'm sorry.

No, I said some terrible things.

Well, you were angry.

No, I was rude.

And I was disrespectful.

And...

I overstepped the mark.

You didn't overstep the mark.

It wasn't my place to find your mum.

No, I should've been grateful-- I am grateful.

It wasn't my decision to make.

I shouldn't have said what I said.

All in the past.

You're not a bad dad.

That's debatable.

(voice trembling): You're a great dad.

And you are a wonderful friend.

Ditto.

The friend bit, I mean.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean.

Lift?

That'd be great.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Squares, Jack?

You said to cut them up.

Into triangles, not squares.

Does it matter?

Triangles are dainty.

Triangles are sophisticated.

Triangles say we are good people.

(Dickens barks) Knitwear or no knitwear?

Knitwear.

Knitwear.

Knitwear, good, good.

I'm all a-tizz.

Do I look all a-tizz?

You look very handsome.

Good-- good.

I want Daniel's parents to feel welcome.

I want them to like us.

Well, triangles it is, then, my love.

ALPHY: All my life, my mother was... Well, she was just an idea.

A fantasy.

You know, I used to make up stories about her?

She'd been kidnapped by pirates... Yeah, the obvious conclusion.

Or maybe she was dead.

You know why I bought my car?

(chuckling): That stupidly expensive Triumph?

More money than sense?

So if I met my parents, they'd see me in it and think, "That's a man to be proud of."

Here's a thought.

What if you're already a man to be proud of?

(softly): Yeah.

If you want to meet her, you just have to ask.

Or not.

It's up to you.

I'm here either way.

(door opens, knock at door) LARRY: Another call from the college, boss.

Causing a right old hoo-ha.

(sighs) Would you like to come and meet a fascist?

Thought you'd never ask.

(pencil clatters) GEORDIE: His name's Wilbur Church.

ALPHY: Wilbur?

GEORDIE: Nasty piece of work, by all accounts.

Well, he is a fascist.

Mmm-- once said Mosley was too moderate.

Not enough goose-stepping?

And yet the Student Union, in their infinite wisdom, have invited him to speak.

ALPHY: "Upholding the Purity of Our Women and Families."

Racist and sexist.

That's quite a feat.

Thought this tripe was resigned to the history books.

Mm.

(bell tolling in background) This is a peaceful protest.

Poetry.

Well, how about that?

It really is a peaceful protest.

To paraphrase Gandalf, as he encountered the Balrog on the Bridge of... ...whatever it's called, I am taking a stand against those who spread evil and hate in our land.

None shall pass as long as I lie here.

(inhales): Ah.

It's Khazad-dm.

The Bridge of Khazad-dm.

Surely this amounts to high treason.

It's just common or garden vandalism, I'm afraid, Miss, um... Eve De-Beauchamp-Berenet-Vaux.

Silent P, silent X, three hyphens.

I'm vice co-chair of the Student Union.

Vice co-chair?

We're very egalitarian.

Says the student inviting a fascist to speak, hm?

Doesn't everyone deserve the right to express their opinion?

Not in my book, no.

(exhales) (Simeon exclaims) Fascist pig!

Simeon Jones!

You absolute snake!

SIMEON: Pig.

EVE: Snake!

SIMEON: Pig!

Always nice to see a reasoned debate.

EVE: Admit it, Simeon.

You burnt our noble flag.

Why on Earth would I do that?

Because you're a reactionary beardy-weirdy, but without the beard, because you're too immature to grow one.

And you are a vapid, tyrannical despot inviting this dummy with his vile, racist views.

And sexist.

And sexist.

Yes, exactly.

Three words: freedom of speech.

Two words: bugger that.

Snake!

Pig!

Snake!

SIMEON: Need I remind you...

Fancy stopping them?

(argument continues) Quite enjoying myself.

I'm rooting for the beardy-weirdy.

SIMEON: I'm not having this conversation with you anymore-- it's ridiculous.

Mr. Jones.

Do you promise not to return to the premises either before or during Mr. Church's...

Torrent of hateful bile?

Talk, I was going to say, but bile will do.

You know, in the words of the great philosopher...

Yes or no, Simeon?

Yes.

Sir.

Doesn't all this make your blood boil?

Of course it does.

How do you stand it?

I turn the other cheek.

I hope dear Papa paid attention this time.

Right, Miss De-Beauchamp, hyphen, silent... Oh, sweet mercy.

It's him.

It's Wilbur Church!

It's Wilbur Church.

So I hear.

EVE: Mr. Church.

And delightful family.

It is an honor, nay, a privilege to have you join us.

Oh, a curtsy.

How lovely.

Isn't that lovely, Wilbur?

Mmm.

Who are you?

Inspector Keating-- who are you?

Security.

Have you done a sweep of the building?

I had a look at the flag, if that's any good to you.

Is this the fella that's been causing the bother?

And why would you think that was me?

You're a man of God.

The church tend to have strong opinions on my... Strong opinions?

GEORDIE: Mr. Kottaram's with me.

Alphy.

It's a pleasure, Mr. Church.

Convert, are you?

(chuckles) And what's funny?

Christian.

Born and bred.

Well, how about that, Maude?

Would you care to follow me?

WILBUR: Inspector.

MAUDE: Are you hungry, Wilbur?

EVE: Oh, would you like a sandwich?

MAUDE: Oh, he can't eat sandwiches.

I get terrible acid indigestion.

Would you like a little omelet?

WILBUR: Ah, well.

MAUDE: He loves a little omelet.

Yeah, no wonder he's got indigestion.

All that hate must do a number on your stomach.

Do you really believe in all that turn-the-other-cheek business?

(chuckles): I wouldn't be much of a vicar if I didn't.

Why did you shake his hand?

Why shouldn't I?

Because he's racist scum?

(exhales): Even racist scum deserve common courtesy.

You were winding him up.

Maybe a bit of that, too.

Quite fancy a little omelet now.

I would love a little omelet.

(both chuckle) (explosion erupts, people yelp) (people screaming, gasping) (alarm bell ringing) (people coughing) MAN: Get back.

Everyone, get back-- you're all right.

(alarm continues, people screaming) Oh, no.

Maude?

Maudey!

No!

(people talking in background) EVE: The post was in here.

There was a box addressed to Mr. Church.

You gave it to his wife?

No, the bodyguard.

The bodyguard?

He, um, took it through there, and the rest of us went upstairs.

I thought Mrs. Church was following us, but...

It was seconds.

It was merely seconds.

Hm.

Have you got the bastard?

Not yet.

Well, why aren't you out there searching?

We are.

(sighs): I'm concerned for your safety, Mr. Church.

That wasn't intended for your wife.

Oh, sharp as a tack, this one.

Who would do this?

Who do you think?

The peaceniks.

They need stringing up!

You were the one who took the parcel?

Maude said she'd open it.

WILBUR: And why the hell did you let her?

I didn't think it would ever happen.

Have you had death threats before?

Day hardly passes without one.

How many?

12, this year.

Make that 13.

And you let Mrs. Church take the parcel?

The talk's canceled.

Under whose authority?

Mine.

Absolutely not!

That's what they want.

WILBUR: Quite right, Julian.

Onward, Christian soldiers.

I'm not sure if you've noticed, Mr. Church, but we're not at war.

Not at war?

(voice trembling): What is this, if not war?

There'll be no talk.

Not until we find out who did this.

(vehicle doors close) (engine humming, footsteps approach) They're here.

They're here.

Best behavior, everyone-- no jokes.

Not even the one about the bishop and the actress?

Definitely not that one.

I feel like we're meeting the queen.

(door opens) They're the ones meeting a queen.

(whispering): Stop it, you'll give me the giggles.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Mrs. Marlowe, please, do come in.

(door closes) Hello, Mother.

Daniel.

May I take your coat?

CLARA: Thank you.

Very kind.

Where's Dad?

His back's worrying him.

He didn't want to risk the journey.

He sends his regards.

Well, that's kind of him.

I, I'd like you to meet my friend.

(quickly): Leonard.

Finch.

Is my name.

I'm over the moon to meet you.

That's very sweet.

Won't you come through?

We have tea.

JACK: And sandwiches.

Cut on the diagonal.

(chuckles) I need a sherry.

Deep breaths.

Every death threat, every police report.

It's all in here.

Miss Scott.

Fine-tooth comb on this lot.

Any suspects, I want them in.

Sir.

You sit there.

I'm not done with you.

Larry.

I want officers in town, on campus, on every train in and out of the station.

What are we looking for?

Explosives.

And someone with their finger on the trigger.

(sighs): Maude's effects.

(breath hisses in) Mm-- her bracelet's a fleur-de-"lease," apparently.

Fleur-de-"lee."

Two hyphens, silent S. Mmm.

The thing was packed with nails.

It tears through flesh like a knife through butter.

You see this?

It's like one you'd get in a train set.

David had one.

Not that he played with it, of course.

A bomb made with a child's toy.

No address.

There's no stamp, no postmark.

(sighs) Someone brought it in by hand and put it in that pigeonhole.

Geordie... Mm-hmm?

I recognize this writing.

ALPHY: "Once whole, now broken, darkness descends.

I know not who I am."

It's cheery.

You ever had a toy train?

(sighing): I was more of a jigsaw chap.

The bomb was made from pieces of a train set.

Well, well, you don't think it's me, do you?

It was your handwriting on the parcel.

Well, I didn't send it.

GEORDIE: You can't abide Mr. Church.

I think he's a terrible man.

But so do a lot of people.

Don't you think he's a terrible man?

It's not my place to say.

(mutters): Says the tool of the fascist state.

I fought the Nazis, so don't be calling me a fascist, son.

Have you ever written to Mr. Church?

Yes or no, Simeon?

(quickly): Yes, but the strongest they got were a few curse words.

(door closes) He's a poet.

Mm, mm-- poets don't send bombs?

"I wane, I wither, I fade.

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am..." (page turns) "Who am I?"

is repeated for two pages-- I don't think it's him.

Me, neither.

This is taped on.

So someone set him up?

It takes a sinister mind to put something like this together.

Not someone who's withering and waning.

(phones ringing, people talking in background) What did you do before this, Mr. Cain?

This and that.

Heavy for hire.

Did you serve?

Mm-hmm.

Sixth Airborne.

Parachuted into France.

And you're hanging about with Wilbur Church?

Pays the bills.

So does cleaning latrines.

I know which I'd rather choose.

Ever work with explosives?

Don't be trying to pin this on me.

You should've been the one opening that post, Mr. Cain.

Maude was kind.

She was virtuous.

She didn't deserve this.

I made a mistake.

And I wish to God I hadn't.

But you can't keep me here for a mistake.

We'll be in touch.

Word from on high.

Oh, this never ends well.

Go on.

(sighs) The superintendent says that Mr. Church is to be allowed to speak.

He said, and I quote, "The Cambridgeshire Constabulary will protect him willingly and with good grace."

CLARA: Daniel was such a wonderful boy.

He was perfection.

DANIEL: Perfection-- I'll settle for that.

CLARA: Although he did run away once.

Do you remember, darling?

I was angry because you wouldn't get me a dog.

So he packed his toys, and off he went.

He was back ten minutes later.

Forgotten to put his shoes on.

Oh, bless him.

(chuckles) Clara?

Thank you.

(tea pouring) You're using Granny's teapot.

(Daniel chuckles) CLARA: I'm so glad.

Oh, we love it.

We use it most days, don't we?

Seems like a waste to keep it for best.

I'm glad it's found a good home.

Rather that than gathering dust.

DANIEL: Mm.

Did you relent in the end?

Get the dog?

Look at that face.

How could you say no to that face?

(chuckles) (sighs) EVE: Did you hear?

All systems go!

(mutters): Bloody "good grace."

And it's a full house.

Yeah, nothing like a death for ticket sales.

WILBUR: This great nation is at a point of great confusion.

We no longer know who we are.

We have lost faith in the purity of our families...

Yes, gentlemen?

Well, you repeated the word "great" twice, so... You might want to find a synonym.

"Peerless," uh, "unsurpassed"-- "redoubtable," maybe?

Hm?

You're here to dissuade me from talking.

You're putting everyone around you in danger.

Your superior assured me I'd be protected to the highest level, unless you are incapable of that.

Someone out there wants you dead.

My wife is gone!

It matters little to me whether I live or die.

Besides, it's the principle of the thing.

Oh, bugger principles!

Let him talk, Geordie.

Everyone has a right to express their opinions.

Thank you.

However base and ignorant those opinions may be.

Let him talk.

GEORDIE: Do you understand the consequences of what you've done?

Well, he would've talked anyway.

You didn't have to bloody encourage him.

Can't we just arrest him?

Well, if you do that, he becomes a martyr.

GEORDIE: And if he speaks, there's a high chance I'll be picking pieces of my men off the ceiling.

Hmm.

(inhales): No.

(people talking in background) I've got to sort this bloody mess now, haven't I?

He'll come round.

MISS SCOTT: Never stays angry at his vicars for long.

LARRY: Did he give you the file?

What file?

MISS SCOTT: The file on your mum.

He's been working on it non-stop.

LARRY: Late nights.

Hours on the phone.

MISS SCOTT: Trips here, trips there.

LARRY: Moved Heaven and Earth for you.

Briefing, now.

(people talking in background) (sighs) LARRY: It'll be in his office.

GEORDIE: Right, gather round.

Closer-- don't be shy.

(clears throat) You all know the score.

This gentleman, and I use the word loosely, will be holding forth on various unsavory topics.

Whatever your opinion on the matter, that is your opinion to hold.

We will be doing our utmost to keep him safe.

(exhales): We've no idea what we're dealing with.

But keep your eyes peeled for this man.

Simeon Jones, 19 years old.

Previously arrested for throwing rotten tomatoes at Mosley.

He's a poet.

So even you could take him down if it came to it, Larry.

(officers chuckle) ALPHY: Well, he wasn't the only one arrested.

Aggravated assault on a Blackshirt.

The Student Union girl.

Eve used to be a communist.

(phone ringing) Cambridgeshire Police.

(line crackling) Hello?

MAN (on phone, distorted): More will die today.

More will die.

(phone hangs up loudly, line crackling) GEORDIE: Are you part of a plot to assassinate Mr. Church?

(laughs) This isn't a joke.

Who made that phone call to the station?

"More will die"?

I don't know anything about a call.

Last term, you-- organizer of a right-wing talk-- were a fully paid-up member of the Communist Party.

Just for a lark.

I'm not sure communism has ever been called a "lark" before.

Leftie chaps are very damaged and brooding.

Oh, you were in it for the fellas?

Well, when you put it like that, it sounds so shallow.

SIMEON (voiceover): Eve was all in.

As left as left could be.

Beret.

Cigarettes.

Spouting Marx?

Nonstop.

We were thick as thieves.

Inseparable.

Then she went home for the Christmas hols and...

Came back a fascist?

Complete volte-face.

It was devastating, to be honest.

GEORDIE (voiceover): Why get yourself arrested if you didn't even believe in the cause?

Your parents.

Simeon said, "I hope Papa paid attention this time."

I was hoping they might show a little concern.

And did they?

The university sent a telegram.

They were skiing in the Alps.

So if you couldn't get their attention by being a revolutionary...

I thought I'd swap to the other team.

The other team being the Nazis.

Gosh.

(chuckles) It does sound rather shallow.

Well, maybe you switched teams.

Arranged for Wilbur Church to visit.

Then made sure that parcel was waiting for him.

I couldn't make a bomb.

I can barely boil an egg.

(laughs) And besides, Ma and Pa are coming tonight.

All's well that ends well, and all that.

Do you understand what you've done?

You've unleashed hell!

And for what?

Mummy and Daddy's attention.

Can I take anything through?

Oh, no.

Thank you, though.

It really is glorious to meet you.

Glorious?

Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

Daniel means an awful lot to me.

My husband is very sick.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's worry, for his son.

There really is no need.

Daniel had a wife, you know-- Madeline.

We're still very close, she and I. Daniel deserves to be happy.

He is happy.

I can assure you of that.

Who are you to tell me about my son?

You corrupted him with your filth and your perversion.

You're nothing but a deviant.

It makes me sick to even look at you.

Jack.

There's more cake here.

JACK: Never have too much cake.

You must take me on a tour of the church.

Oh, Sylvia's the woman for that.

Don't get her started on the stained glass.

She can wax lyrical for hours.

Anything on the previous death threats?

Every case has an initial report.

Knife attacks.

Shots fired.

They all amount to nothing.

No suspects?

No suspects, no leads, no arrests.

Series of dead ends, I'm afraid.

Officers.

Right, you look out for each other.

And remember, good grace.

Superintendent's relying on you.

(officers talking softly) Don't go.

I have a terrible feeling about all of this.

Don't you be worrying about me.

(faintly): ...stained glass... (door closes) DANIEL: News flash.

They're linking arms.

(chuckling) And she kissed me.

Did you see that?

That has to be good, doesn't it?

God, I need a drink.

Sorry, Leonard.

I heard what she said.

Daniel's so content.

Just let him be content.

For a bit.

(throws towel down) (whimpers) (forcefully): Your mother denigrated Leonard in the most vicious way.

She called him "a perversion."

That wasn't your place to say.

You are family.

Of course it was my place to say.

She was cruel, Daniel.

Horribly cruel.

You weren't gonna tell me.

I know what it is to be without family.

So she doesn't like me.

So what?

You deserve to be happy, Daniel.

(breathes deeply) (crowd clamoring) GEORDIE: I want you in every entrance, every doorway.

Be safe.

OFFICER: All right, sir.

(protesters shouting) I've stirred up a hornet's nest, haven't I?

Ah, well.

(exhales) Always fancied going out in a blaze of glory.

(shouting continues) There's a side entrance if you'd rather... We're going in the front.

Yeah, had a feeling you'd say that.

Shall we?

How do I know I can trust you, Inspector, if worse came to worst?

Well, it's my job, Mr. Church.

If you want to argue black is white, up is down, if you want to dress up like Judy bloody Garland, that's your right.

I fought a war to protect that right, and I'll protect it with my life, so... (shouting continues) PROTESTERS (chanting): Fascists out!

Fascists out!

(chant continues) (yelps) MAN: Racist!

(police whistles blowing) GEORDIE: Right, everyone, back!

Turn around.

ALPHY: Mr. Church?

(whistles blowing, people shouting) (grunting) (whistles blowing, people shouting) (door closes) MRS. CHAPMAN: I must give you my lardy cake recipe.

I insist on it, thank you.

My taxi's here, so... (sighs) You'll come to us next time.

If you'll have me.

Your father has grand plans to show you around the garden.

Perhaps Leonard could come, too.

Perhaps.

I'll call you in the week, darling.

It's a small price to pay, Daniel.

(door opens) Mother?

When I visit, I'd like Leonard to come, too.

I don't know about that.

It's a simple request.

Let me ask your father, Daniel.

I'm asking you.

What has he said?

Nothing.

He's too kind for that.

(inhales) I just don't think it's wise.

Right.

I only want what's best for you.

DANIEL: No.

You want what's best for you and Dad.

What keeps the neighbors from suspecting.

I adore you, Daniel.

You adore the idea of me.

You know why I ran away that time?

Not because of a dog.

Because I was so desperately unhappy.

This man is not a perversion.

Daniel...

He saved me.

I don't want to hear it.

I was a lost cause, and he found me.

And I love him.

And I'm happy.

CLARA: Why do you always make things so difficult?

Let me make it easy for you.

I don't want to see you again.

(breath trembling) (grunts) (gasps) (crying softly) I'm sorry, son.

(sighs) Wow.

Subtle.

Gets you right in the pomp and circumstances, doesn't it?

No wonder he's getting death threats.

Geordie.

You like trains, Julian?

WILBUR: Every boy likes trains.

This one is yours?

Look, the doors should be opening now.

Just a moment, please.

The people need to take their seats.

Or we take your son down the station.

Up to you.

(protesters shouting in distance) Julian.

You recognize this?

It's from the very same set.

Same make, same scale.

Same gauge.

I don't like them.

You don't like what?

Trains.

Yeah, my son doesn't, either.

I think he pretends just to appease me.

I hate it.

I hate him.

(protesters shouting in distance) What do you know about the bomb, Julian?

I don't know about bombs.

I know about comics.

And Dan Dare.

And camping.

And watching the stars.

That's enough now!

We're delayed as it is, Inspector.

(footsteps retreating) JULIAN: She didn't love him.

She didn't believe in him.

Not really.

Your mum?

I hated her, too.

Why?

She didn't stop him.

From, from making me, like this.

He's a clever kid.

He likes Dan Dare and camping.

He has enough hate, Alphy.

(protesters shouting in distance) WILBUR: Let tonight be a rallying cry!

(applauding) For the resurgence of the glue that holds this great nation together.

Family.

Father.

Mother.

God rest my dear Maude's soul.

And the precious... (shutter clicking) ...children, yes.

The bloodline that we would give our lives for!

(audience applauds and cheers) I cannot emphasize this enough.

(softly): Are you out of your mind?

(softly): Till death us do part, remember?

I was hoping that'd be a little while off yet.

Don't you be worrying about me.

WILBUR: ...and embody what we stand for.

We must lead the way.

(whispering): What did I miss?

Well, a few cracking jokes.

WILBUR: But without family, this nation is lost.

But if we preserve the purity of our descendants, then our glory shall never die!

(audience applauds and cheers) (shutter clicks) (hissing) (firecracker explodes) (audience screaming) WILBUR: You see?

We've got them running scared because they know I speak the truth!

All right, everyone out-- out!

(shouting): Out!

We're done, Mr. Church.

We're done.

(device ticking) It's not you, but you need to move away.

You need to move away now.

Move away.

If you don't... LARRY (voiceover): Boss?

We got a problem.

(ticking) Hey, Simeon!

No, don't touch it!

ALPHY: Simeon, stop!

It's just firecrackers-- it's not a bomb, okay?

It's just for show.

It's not real-- it's not real.

MISS SCOTT (voiceover): Every case has an initial report.

They all amount to nothing.

I didn't think it would ever happen.

GEORDIE: It takes a sinister mind to put something like this together.

(ticking) All right, move back.

Move back!

Get out, Jen!

I'm not leaving you!

LARRY: This could go off at any second.

Alphy!

ALPHY: It was all you, Mr. Church, wasn't it?

You sent the bomb that killed your wife.

Right, just get them out of here.

You made it all up, Mr. Church.

The death threats, the bomb.

It was all you.

You're a fraud.

You're nobody.

It was all for your own ego.

MISS SCOTT: Please, no!

ALPHY: No, no, no, stop!

Alphy!

MISS SCOTT: No!

Dodgy wire.

Probably foreign.

(yelps) (shouting): She was a good woman!

GEORDIE: Ed-- Eddie.

You didn't deserve her!

(grunts) Get off me!

(Wilbur gasping) ALPHY: You made those bombs, Mr. Church, intending to kill Eddie.

And what could I possibly have against him?

Maude's.

"Virtuous."

That was the word he used to describe your wife.

A fleur-de-lis stands for virtue.

He gave this to her, didn't he?

They were close.

Closer than you could stand.

GEORDIE: Eddie knew there were no death threats.

Not real ones.

So he gave the post to your wife.

ALPHY: You thought Eddie was alone, and so... (button clicks) (bomb explodes) ...you flipped the switch.

GEORDIE: You didn't half embrace your mistake.

A dead wife.

Far more poignant than a security guard.

Now he shuts up.

No matter.

We have all the evidence we need.

You know, I feel sorry for you.

They took a heathen and gave him a Bible.

I was born here, Mr. Church.

Shunted from one place.

Forced into another.

Never quite fitting in.

You must be so confused.

I know exactly who I am.

Yes, but you'll never be one of us, boy.

(slams table, chair scrapes) ALPHY: Now, Geordie-- Geordie.

He's not worth it.

Mr. Church.

(door closes) (sniffs) I'm ready to speak now.

(door opens) (door closes) You better.

(laughing) Here he is.

Congratulations, Larry.

It was nothing, really.

Had a train set when I was a kid.

Had the little hat and everything.

My husband is an absolute hero.

I could kiss you.

I could kiss you myself.

But don't worry, I won't.

As you were.

They letting you go?

I'm waiting to be reacquainted with my poetry.

(inhales deeply) (sighs) It's good, you know.

It's derivative.

No, I was moved by it.

"Once whole, now broken, I know not who I am."

I'm just working a few things out.

Aren't we all?

It's odd.

I'm not white enough for uni or my mother.

My father, I mean, I never met him, but, but I imagine I'd be too white for him, so...

I never met my parents.

Don't you think, sometimes, perhaps all the answers are there?

With them?

(exhales) Do you know, the older I get, the less I think that can be true.

ALPHY: God calls on us all to unite in the face of prejudice.

We are all made in God's image.

We are all so beautiful.

And yet we are all so different.

Well, isn't that wonderful?

We should embrace our differences.

Celebrate them.

For we are all God's children, every single one of us.

I'm sorry.

About your mother.

At least I know where I stand now.

Sorry, Daniel, do you mind if I ask you something?

Of course not.

Do you regret it?

Seeing her again?

I met her on my own terms.

That's all I could've asked for, really.

For her to see me, as I am.

I can't regret that.

Mm.

Mrs. C has a surprise, apparently.

Mm.

She's keeping it till after lunch.

A pound says she tells us the moment we walk through that door.

(chuckles) MRS. CHAPMAN: I have presents for all of you.

CATHY: Sylvia!

We've had the first month's takings from CeCe's, and we're rich!

We're not rich.

Well, not now, anyway.

Could've paid the electric bill, but... (murmurs) Jack first.

Ah.

It's an antiquity.

Oh, that's, that's quite something.

MRS. CHAPMAN: I don't want to tell you how much it cost.

But it was five whole pounds.

What do you think they're doing, Mrs. C?

Well, they're wrestling, aren't they?

Don't think they're wrestling.

(stifling laugh) (giggles) Well, they're definitely grappling.

They're grappling, certainly.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Look at that chap's face.

He's having such a lovely time.

(others stifling laughs) DAVID: What's funny about wrestling?

Behave, you lot.

GEORDIE: I didn't say anything.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Daniel.

For when you have us round for tea.

Thank you.

Very much.

Pleasure.

(kisses) (chuckling) I didn't know he liked yo-yos.

(chuckling): He won't in about a week.

Do you think he hates me, Cath?

Don't think that.

He's just different from you.

Spend a bit of time with him, Geordie.

That's all he wants.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Don't be thinking I forgot you.

(exhales, chuckles) You don't have to buy me anything.

It's our church.

Open it, then.

(clears throat) It was in the bin, and I thought, "He'll regret that one day."

It's a beautiful letter.

She wrote it a long time ago.

That's not the kind of love that goes away.

That's the kind that grows and grows till your heart's fit to burst.

Well, she left a baby and, um... (voice trembling): Well, she loved him.

But I, um...

But what?

But what if she doesn't love me?

(voice breaking): Oh, Alphy.

Who couldn't love you?

GEORDIE: First job of a fisherman, find a pleasant spot.

Here?

Within walking distance of the pub.

Perfect.

(chuckles) Right, good luck, chaps.

What, you're not staying?

I think I'm ready.

Well.

That's just... You know, David... (sighs) Whatever you want to do in life, whatever you like... ...whatever you want to be, I'll always be proud.

I love you, son.

(water splashes) I've got one!

Ooh, good lad.

Lift the rod up.

Now, keep the line tight.

That's a good fish, David.

Keep the line tight.

And if that fish wants to run, you let it run.

Good lad, David.

(breathes deeply) (knocks) (door unlocking) (door opens) Hello.

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