All language subtitles for Grantchester S07E01.eng

EXHALES

A bit dapper for The Eagle.

Well, I thought
we'd try somewhere new.

Eh?

Just because I'm living at yours,

do we always have to go
where you want?

You'll love it.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION,
JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Christ on a bike!

It's nearly a new decade.
Embrace it!

MUSIC CONTINUES

SONG ENDS,
CHEERING

NEW SONG BEGINS

He's a vicar, you know.

WOMAN:
Didn't expect to see you tonight?

I got jilted by a frisky vicar.

What's your excuse?

Er, new diktat
from Captain Efficiency.

"The filing system is incompatible
with modern policing methods."

He's changing everything!

SIGHS
Anything else happening?

Actually, someone heard
a woman scream in Grantchester.

Police attended the address

but failed to apprehend
the offending mouse.

Even the criminals can't be bothered
to work in this heat.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Hey, wait!

I'm sorry. My landlady turns into
a dragon at half past ten.

Well, can I have your number?

I'm not sure. You're very pretty,

but your dancing is terrible.

Well, I was thinking
the exact same thing about you.

SCOFFS

APPLAUSE

I'll call you.
Wait! What's your name?

CLICKING

Hot.

City is hot.

No cat is movin'.

No cat is groovin'.

It's too hot.

Any thoughts?

Are you not boiling in that jumper?

BIRDS SINGING

WOMAN:Oi, you lazy lot!

We've got visitors!
GEORDIE: I'll be down in a minute.

Oh! Lovely place for a honeymoon.

I hope Henry's wife
knows how lucky she is. Hm.

Him giving up all this, so
she could stay close to her mother.

Mm.
And he's fully house-trained.

Unlike some I could mention.

Ah, this is a surprise.

Is it?
Mm?

DOG BARKING

CHILDREN LAUGHING

Ah! Saturday!

Well, they thought you'd forgotten,

but I told them you were
busy planning something special

for your day with them,
so you better had.

Er, swimming, wasn't it?

That's right.
Once a year the Fitzgeralds

open their garden and pool
to the village.

They haven't got their bathers.

I'm sure they could borrow some.

I need to get on.

Thank you, Sylvia.

See you later, Will.

Have 'em back by five.

All right. Cath!

Look, I'll make it up to you.

Look, how about next Saturday
we take a run down the coast,

all of us together? Hm?

That would be lovely.

But we best not.

I don't wanna confuse the kids.

CHILDREN SHOUTING HAPPILY

I owe you.

Though my name's still mud
in some parts.

She didn't wanna get her hair wet.

Spent all morning curling it,
apparently.

They're growing up
while I'm not looking.

So where did you get to last night?

I nipped off
when the dancing started.

I use the term loosely.

She looked like a live wire.

Yeah. She was.

Has she got a name?

I didn't get it. Or her number.

You're losing your touch, vicar.

WOMAN:Oh, Will!
You must come and say hello.

WOMAN 2:Out! Out!

Out!
Oi! Come on!

Back to the pool!

Thank you.

I don't know why I bother
with the sign.

I... I hear this is all your doing?

Well, you have very green fingers.

And dirty nails.

My glamorous sister Adele despairs.

You can't feel what you're doing
with gloves on.

Agreed!
Oh...

Any tips on growing cornflowers?

They're the wife's favourites,

but I'm not having much joy
bringing them on.

It doesn't do to spoil them.

I'll keep that in mind.

CHILD SHOUTS

BUZZING

Mr Davenport!
Adele.

It really is so nice of you
to do all of this.

And will you be taking the plunge?
Ah...

LAUGHTER

I am afraid not.
I have a wedding later.

Eurgh. Relentless.

You must be positively choking
on confetti.

You'll be heading up the aisle
in a few months.

No fool like an old fool.
Nonsense.

I'm looking forward
to meeting the groom...

WOMAN:Help!

Help!

In the outhouse. Hurry.

He's dead.

ADELE:Madam!

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, but if you'd make
your way to the front gates...

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Oi. There's nothing to see.
Go on. Scram!

Esme.

Quickly. Let's go.

He looks like a vagrant. But...

...he's wearing
a very expensive ring.

MAN:Police! Clear the area.

Ah, buckle up.

It's the new gaffer.

Inspector Keating!

Aren't you off duty?

Well, I was already here
when the body was found.

Then what the hell are you doing

giving a civilian access
to the crime scene?

Well, er, my fault.
I was offering a final prayer.

But if it helps, I do think
the poor man was here all night...

Thank you, sir.

You can be on your way.

OFFICER:Boss!

This is the third dead tramp
we've had this year.

Yeah. There could be a link.

I'd like to close off the area
and do a proper search.

Thank you, but I won't trouble you
on your day off.

This one's yours, DC Peters.

Show me what you've got.
Get him down the morgue,

find out who he is.

OFFICER: Yes, guv.

Well, he was wearing a signet ring.

Might point you to his family.

Yeah, or the family
he nicked it off.

Here.

BOY:That was the best day ever.

GIRL:And we saw a dead man.

He was just having a nap.

He was dead as a dodo.

Maybe don't mention that
to your mum.

Esme.

Your hair looks lovely.

See you next Saturday!

SIGHS

DC PETERS:He was wearing
the family signet ring?

Yes. That's my brother.

SOBBING

But your sister didn't recognise him
when she found him?

He's changed.

He's been abroad for 20 years

and apart from the odd telegram,
we lost touch.

How you getting on?

DOOR CLOSES
Easy.

Looks like a heart attack.

I reckon he was taking a wander
through the grounds

and his heart went.

Collapsed against the wall,

and it fell in on him.

Just make sure
he gets a proper onceover.

And don't go cutting any corners

just because the boss
wants it done yesterday.

I don't mind the new guv'nor.

It's good having a young guy
at the top.

DOOR CLOSES
I reckon he's more in touch.

Miss Fitzgerald is keen to complete
the paperwork.

DOOR CLOSES
You were right about the ring.

Though Edmund Fitzgerald
doesn't look much like

a lord of the manor to me.

Even the best families
have their renegades.

He looks like a tramp,
but clearly he wasn't.

Had an old love letter
in his pocket.

From someone called Irene.

1946.

That's a long time to carry a torch.

Question is,

did that wall fall,

or were those bricks a decoy?

For what?

He died of heart failure.

Ah, lots of things
can cause a heart to stop beating.

Like a punch...

You're suspicious?
Hm? It's not my case.

But if it was,

I'd be suspicious as hell.

Pockets! Laundry!

Sorry.
DOG WHIMPERS

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Not bad.

Larry really is an absolute twerp.

That's doing a disservice to twerps.

Listen, I can't be seen to interfere
with another man's investigation...

But?

..I'm wondering if Edmund Fitzgerald
sent a telegram to anyone else

to say he was coming home.

My poker chum Patricia
works at the Post Office.

She's completely without scruples.

I could ask her to check,
on the sly?

Perfect.

Poker, eh?

That's what you do for fun, is it?

No. Conversational Russian is
for fun. Poker is purely for cash.

Oh.

Inspector Keating.

I understand you're at a loose end.

Well, actually,
in light of the Fitzgerald death,

I'm revisiting the investigation
into the dead homeless men...

Fitzgerald wasn't homeless.
No, but...

Let's not waste time on cold cases,
Inspector.

I've got some paperwork
that needs to be signed off.

It's boring admin mainly, but, er,

the devil's in the detail.

TAPS ON DESK

ADELE:All Edmund cared about
was flying.

When the war ended,
he refused to come in to land.

He was last heard of piloting
bush planes in the back of beyond.

Bolivia. Or Brisbane.

I didn't keep up.
He never settled anywhere for long.

You held the fort while
he squandered the family fortune?

It was his to spend.

Inheritance in the Fitzgerald family
is a male affair.

All this is his.

Adele and I are here on sufferance.

Oh.

When was the last time
that you heard from Edmund?

He sent a telegram, to say
he was coming home for the wedding.

He wanted us to send the airfare.

We didn't have the funds.

He must have come overland instead.

It was probably too much
for his heart.

It's a family thing.

Fitzgerald men
are notoriously short-lived.

The police think
he cut across the fields

and came in through the back gate.

And he took a turn...

Oh, Maude.

Do stop going over it.
Sorry.

Oh! Find another body, did you?

I see you're taking down the tents.

Er, did you put them up as well?

Are you from the press?

If I was,
would you have something to tell me?

If this is about the dead man,
I never saw nothing.

Now clear off.

We had so many rooms like this.

My mother knew the telephone number
for Sotheby's off by heart.

So do I.

Oh, Edmund.
You selfish bloody idiot!

Sorry.

Don't be.

He was such a glorious little boy.

Tearing about the place,

not a thought for rules,
or consequences.

Such marvellous fun.

Problem is, he never grew up.

And this place paid the price.

I'm pretty sure that wall
didn't fall down yesterday.

Someone arranged those old bricks
on Edmund as a cover-up.

So it was murder?

I'd like to see a will.
Find out who stood to gain.

Well, Edmund blew most of it.

What's left goes
to the next male Fitzgerald.

Did you get his name?
No. He won't be hard to find.

I'll makes some calls
when we get back.

Oh, about that.

The new boss is a bit of a stickler.

Maybe it's best you steer clear
of the station for a bit?

Hm?

SIGHS

HORN SOUNDING

Where do you want Anton?
Ooh.

Next to Montgomery.

They can talk Stanislavski.

It looks all right, doesn't it?

Yeah, it's great.
Like a Beat poets' cafe?

Yes.

Have some faith in yourself.

It's a new adventure.

I was thinking...

..the poetry stage could go here,

but I'm worried about noise
from the expresso machine.

You can always drown it out
with your bongos.

Well, yes,
but some of the other poets

might not be
such confident performers.

DOOR BELL CHIMES

Welcome to The Cherry Orchard!

Almost ready for the grand opening?

You'll be getting rid of
those gloomy articles.

They're all wrong
for an English tearoom.

Actually, I took those.

Let's see this kitchen, then.

You, er, mustn't let her
run away with herself.

Oh, I don't mind.

UTENSILS CLANGING

I never could have done this
without you and Mrs C.

Oh.

I'll never be able to repay you.

Be happy.

That's all the payment we need.

INHALES AND EXHALES SHARPLY

ENGINE HUMMING

MUSIC PLAYING FROM RECORD PLAYER

MUSIC CONTINUES

William. This is a surprise.

I, er...

I thought we should talk about
your brother's funeral, but, er,

perhaps this isn't the time.

Howard, come and meet the vicar.

William Davenport,
Howard Fitzgerald.

William will be presiding
at our wedding.

Yes.
Lovely to finally meet you.

Sorry to have been so elusive.

I'm hoping to spend a lot more time
here once we're hitched.

So, er,

Lord Fitzgerald is happy for you
to continue to live in this house?

Oh, he won't see his wife
and her sister homeless.

Now I'm confused.

I'm the new Lord Fitzgerald.
And Adele's fiance.

I'm both!

CHUCKLES

DOOR BELL CHIMES

Howard David Fitzgerald.

He's Edmund's fifth cousin.

There wasn't anyone closer
to inherit the estate?

It's a heart problem.

Here we are.

I popped in an ice cube.

Very kind, Mrs C.

Solved the case yet?

No, afraid not.

Well, if anyone bumped him off,
it was Irene Gibbons.

Gibbons?

Any relation to the handyman?

His daughter.

The letter in Edmund's pocket
was from an Irene.

Young Lord Fitzgerald let her down.

She never forgot it.

The minute we laid eyes
on each other,

that was it.

Well, when you know, you know.

Don't you?

Hm.

Edmund didn't care
that I weren't posh.

If he wanted something,

there was no stopping him.

And he wanted me.

We'd wait until my dad
had gone up for the night,

and then Edmund would sneak in
through that window and we'd...

So what happened?

He went off to war and I wrote
twice a week for four years.

He never wrote back.

And then on VE day,
a letter finally came

and he was saying he wanted
to break off the engagement.

Never even came home, he just...

disappeared off on his travels.

And I never knew where.

That must have made you very angry.

He was my one and only.

He said he would put a ring
on my finger.

SOBBING

The night Edmund died,

a witness saw him
crossing those fields.

He must have been
coming to see Irene.

Maybe she walloped him
with something.

Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.

Wait. No, we're missing something.

How did he get from
Brisbane to Grantchester

without so much
as a wallet or passport?

He didn't.

You know, Larry should be
searching this place top to toe.

All those years Irene spent
pining for Edmund.

Yep. The one who got away.

What a waste of time.

She could have met someone else.

Spoken like a man
who's never been in love.

What, when I met Cathy,

every other woman in the world
just melted away.

Yeah, and look how that worked out.

It's a temporary blip, that's all.

Geordie?

Bingo.

Henderson's Travel, Mayfair.

Looks like someone bought
Edmund's ticket for him.

First class all the way.

Mayfair.

That's the new Lord Fitzgerald's
stomping ground, isn't it?

Even if Howard Fitzgerald
did buy the flights,

it doesn't tell us anything.

It tells us he knew
when Edmund was arriving home.

He could've been lying in wait.

I need you to bring me evidence.

I don't need to bring you anything,
Larry, it's not my case!

But you need to investigate whether
Edmund was dispatched by the man

who has just inherited his estate.

PHONE RINGING

What have we got here, gents?

Bag belonging
to the heart attack victim.

Doesn't give us anything.

How did we get hold of this?

A member of the public found it.

You've caught the sun, Inspector.

You been away from your desk?

I think Peters
is on the wrong track, sir.

Based on what? A hunch?

And years of experience.

There used to be a place
for the maverick in our game.

But we're training the new boys
to be methodical and professional.

Leave Peters to it.

Don't want him picking up
bad habits.

Yes, sir.

BELL TOLLS

WOMAN:So it's true.

You really are a vicar.

How did you find me?

I followed a star.

Actually, the barman at The Nouveau
let the cat out of the bag.

You made quite the impression
on him.

Well, maybe I should have asked
for his number, not yours.

What's your name?

Maya.

What's yours?

Will.

Well, I can think of cheerier places
for a rendezvous.

But it does serve
as a reminder that...

..life is short,

and must be lived at full tilt.

So...

What now?

I've no idea.

What does one do for fun
at a vicarage?

DOOR BELL CHIMES

CRIES OUT

Ta-dah!

Amazing what you can do
with some old curtains

and a pair of pinking shears!

It's lovely.

But it's not quite the look
I'm going for.

The Cherry Orchard

is a place for writers
and intellectuals.

When someone walks in,

it should feel like they're in
London, or New York, or Paris.

And those places don't do chintz.

Well, Cambridge does.

And cream teas. In a proper tearoom.

Anything else,

you might as well throw Jack's money
down the drain.

Do you think I'm a terrible sinner?

I think you're the most
amazing woman I have ever met.

What am I doing? You're a vicar!

There is more to me than my work...

Yeah, I think
you've just proved that.

I'm sorry, I really have to run.

No, no. We have to...
We have to talk.

Mm-hm. I wanna get to know
everything about you.

Trust me, you don't.

We have had the best time together,

but we should quit
while we're ahead.

You're not even gonna give us
a chance?

There is no "us".
We're entirely different people.

No, we don't know that.

What if we are actually
perfect together?

Well, then love will out.

SIGHS

Hey, I tell you what.
Those cornflowers have perked up

since I started giving them
the cold shoulder.

And you've perked up as well.

What have you been up to?

Ah, I'd rather not say.

You sly old dog!

It was the woman I met in the club.
Her name's Maya.

And she is...

Oh, she's incredible.

You're smitten!

You know what that means?

She's the one!

Two more beers coming up.

Oh, and while I'm in there,
I'm gonna tell Mrs C to buy a hat.

CHUCKLING

In January, Edmund sent
this telegram to his sisters.

"Intend to return for marriage.
Send single fare."

That fits with Adele's story.

There's no record of her
sending a reply.

But before Edmund sent the telegram
to his sisters,

he sent this to Irene Gibbons.

"Still have ring.

"Will you wear it?"

Well, looks like a proposal to me.

She sent her reply by return.

Why didn't you tell us about this?

I never heard back from him.

I thought he'd let me down again.

Irene, when Edmund died,
he was carrying this letter.

You wrote it to him in 1946.

A love letter.

When he was still on his travels.

How did you know where to send it?

GASPING
I never posted it.

I only wrote it to clear my mind.

I keep it in my jewellery box.

Did Edmund know about that box?

He made it for me
when we were courting.

He promised that one day
he would fill it with diamonds.

May I?

I think this might be for you.

GEORDIE: 'The day he got back
from Australia,

'Edmund came straight
from the station.

'He climbed through that window
like when you were courting.

'He wanted to put that ring
on your finger.'

Irene?

'But you weren't home.

'So, he thought he'd surprise you
by leaving it in the jewellery box.

'And that's when he found the letter
you never sent.

'But he was interrupted...'
DOOR OPENS

What the hell's going on?

I was coming home from the WI.

Dad was...

wrestling with a man.

I screamed. That was the scream
reported by neighbours.

Did you see who that man was?

No.

GRUNTING,
SCREAMS

Stay back!

I thought it was some old tramp
who had broken into the house.

That was Edmund.

But you recognised him.

Didn't you, Mr Gibbons?

That was the same night
you delivered the changing tents

to the Fitzgerald garden.

Maybe you delivered a body
at the same time?

Get out, or I'll call the police.

There's no need.

They're already here.

I stopped their letters
getting through during the war.

She thought he never wrote.

He thought she never wrote.

In the end,

he broke off the engagement.

You tricked your daughter
out of the love of her life.

She'd have been a laughing stock
if she'd married him!

Irene...

She no lady of the manor.

Returning to the night
in question...

You killed Fitzgerald

before the pair of them
could work out what was going on.

Thank you, DI Keat...
You wrapped him in tarpaulin

and delivered him
to the manor house.

I punched him.
And he scarpered into the field.

I threw his bag after him.

If you lot had bothered to check up

on what time that scream
was reported,

you'd know I found Fitzgerald
in my house after I come back

from putting up the tents
at the manor house.

For your sake, sir, I'm
gonna pretend that never happened.

I'd have invited half of London,

but Adele wants something low key.

SCOFFING

Oh, it seems a bit silly
to make a fuss at our age.

D'you know, I don't think I've heard
the story of how you two met?

We're distant cousins,
known each other forever.

I've been chasing this one
for years.

But she wouldn't touch me
with a bargepole.

Don't be silly.

I'd resigned myself
to the bachelor life.

Then, March-time, the blower goes,
and it's Delzer,

inviting me to a concert
at the Albert Hall.

Ghastly stuff, you know.

Give me Perez Prado any day.

You can't compare Mambo to Mahler.

By the end of the night,
she'd agreed to marry me!

You seem happy together.

I've been head over heels
and this isn't it.

But he's kind. And rich.

You never thought to marry any of
the men you were in love with?

They always had estates
of their own,

and I couldn't abandon Maude.

She's not as robust as she looks.

She could have married too.
Oh.

I'm afraid Maude
prefers plants to people.

I have to do what's best
for all of us.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Lovely evening for it.

I'm just waiting for Mr Davenport
to finish his marriage instruction

with the happy couple.

Oh, you mean my sister
and Lord Fitzgerald.

Gardening gloves?

CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

Three-line whip from the bride.

My nails must be tip top
for the big day.

Adele and Howard didn't get engaged
until March.

But Edmund mentioned the wedding
in January.

When he sent his telegram.

He must have been talking about
a different marriage.

His own. To Irene Gibbons.

LEONARD: I'm so nervous
about tomorrow.

I feel like I did
before I gave my first sermon.

To fresh starts.

And courage.

"Life is given only once
and one wants to live it boldly."

You do have a way with words.

Oh, that was Mr Chekov.

Not me.

I just hope the customers like
what I've done.

When people came into the church, it
was God on display, not me, but...

..when they come in here, well...

..this is Leonard Finch.

DOOR BELL CHIMES

Evening, all.

You get off home.

I'll lock up.

No, no argument. Scram.

Night, Jack.

DOOR BELL CHIMES

You're looking tired.

There'll be plenty of time to rest
after the big opening.

Now, I need my step ladder.

That bunting is coming down.

Edmund Fitzgerald
had a heart attack.

Yes, but what caused it?

I mean, was there anything
in the post-mortem about toxins?

Drugs, alcohol, poison?

No, nothing.

What about the stomach contents?

Well, I'd have to check back.

Well, go on, then.

For the boss.

All the I's dotted,
all the T's crossed.

Er, I've got telegram news.

Patricia's been asking around.

Adele Fitzgerald
did reply to the telegram

her brother sent in January.

But she sent her reply
from a post office in Sudbury.

"Congrats on engagement.
Ticket to follow."

WILL:Bye.

I've spoken to the auction house
in Sudbury.

Adele went there in January with
a small painting she wanted to sell.

It reached £500 at auction
and the funds cleared in March.

Then she hotfoots it to Mayfair,

uses the cash
to buy Edmund's travel tickets,

then persuades Howard to marry her.

It's all very efficient.

Except she booked Edmund's flights
for June,

when she could have brought him home
in March and been done with it.

Well, maybe she needed time
to work up the courage?

Hm?
Like you with Cathy.

I'm not working up my courage.
I'm waiting for my plants to grow.

And so were the Fitzgerald sisters.

Hello, Maude.

It's a bumper year for hemlock.

Everything in this family
is passed down the male line,

including this house.

So when Edmund telegrammed to say
he was coming home to get married,

it was a good as an eviction notice.

You knew he'd boot you out
of his marital home.

So the two of you decided to kill
Edmund before he could marry.

But hemlock takes a while to grow,
doesn't it, Maude?

It's the most poisonous plant
on Earth.

Even a touch of it can kill.

And by booking Edmund's travel
yourselves,

you could time his return for when
the hemlock was at its most potent.

So when Edmund finally arrived home
and sat down for his last supper...

..it made quick work of him.

And after his encounter
with Frank Gibbons,

Edmund had a face full of bruising.

Both of you tried
to explain that away

by making it look like the wall
had collapsed on him.

But it wasn't enough
just to kill your brother.

Because on his death this house
still goes to the next male heir.

It'd be very unlikely
for the new Lord Fitzgerald

to allow you to stay
in his new home.

Unless, of course, one of you
happened to be married to him.

This is preposterous!
You're preposterous!

Maude!
Preposterous and noisy!

If it's not your wretched mambo,

it's the giggling
and the bed springs!

I hear you pestering her!

It's disgusting.

And pointless!

Can't you see she's too old
to have a baby?

You're the last Fitzgerald man
and that's the end of it!

Pestering?

I thought you enjoyed it?

Is that right, Howard?

You're the last
of the Fitzgerald men?

That hardly seems relevant!

GEORDIE: I'm afraid it is, sir.

Because when you die,
the sisters finally get everything.

Next, you'll be saying
they plan to bump me off too!

Don't be ridiculous!

Is it ridiculous, Maude?

Is that why you didn't get rid of
the hemlock?

Because you planned to use it again?

No!

Maude! Tell them it's not true.

I prefer it just the two of us.

Oh, Maudsey.

MAUDE EXHALES

Coffee, thanks.

We meet again, vicar.

Er, pastoral visit.

The Fitzgerald sisters
are parishioners, so...

Ah. And you got there in the end,
Inspector.

The paperwork you reviewed for me.

Yes, sir.

But you should know,

I intend to revisit the deaths of
the homeless gentlemen.

Vagrant deaths are hardly unusual.
PHONE RINGING

I'd just like to take another look.

Like you say,
the devil's in the detail.

You've got a visitor, sir.

DOOR CLOSES
IN BACKGROUND:Come on through.

Uh-oh.

Come and meet the men.

DC Peters.

And Inspector Keating
and his friend, the vicar.

Gentlemen, this is Maya.

My fiancee.

LEONARD: Ashamed.

I burrow into dark.

Winter. Earth.

Spring.

Roots emerge.

Limbs...

stretch.

I have become a tree.

My branches blossoming,

pink and proud!

I did not fall on barren ground.

But in this place,
where friends grow all around.

The Cherry Orchard!

APPLAUSE

Thank you.

If anyone knows of any local poets
who'd like to perform,

speak to the manager. That's me.

FAINT CHUCKLING

CUSTOMERS MURMURING

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.
I appreciate that, thank you.

I think that went well!

Oh, it was wonderful.

There's someone you have to meet.

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
Oh, thank you.

Cornflowers, your favourites.

Oh. Thank... Thank you.

I grew them especially.

I've been fretting over them
for months.

What I'm saying is...
Although we've been apart,

you're always on my mind, Cathy.

That's not true, Geordie.

If I was on your mind,

you'd show up on time
to collect the kids,

and you wouldn't send them back
in dripping, dirty clothes.

It was Mrs C's day off.
No!

You... You could've done it,

but it...
never even occurred to you.

That's because your time
is more important than mine.

Huh.

Well, if my time is so precious,

why did I spend months of it
growing those flowers?

I don't know.

I've told you a hundred times,

my favourites are Canterbury Bells.

SIGHS

I'll see you Saturday.

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