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♪♪

Don't feel obliged to say yes.

Say anything you want to us.

Honestly, we can take it.

GUY: Amanda didn't even
want to ask in the first place.

Because I know how busy you are.

It's worth a shot,
don't you think?

Just ask.

How would you feel about
marrying us in Grantchester?

It would be my honor.

GUY: See?

(laughs happily)

You have no idea how
much this means to us.

As you don't live in my parish,

I will have to
make an application

to the archbishop.

Whatever it takes.

And as your priest,

I have to ask...

He's gone all serious.

(chuckles)

You're entering into
this with your eyes open?

Marriage is not something
to be taken lightly.

Well no, we're not
taking it lightly, are we?

No.

It's such a relief.

You've got no idea.

(jazz music playing)

(birds chirping)

(front door slams shut)

MRS. MAGUIRE: Morning!

Uh... just a minute!

(footsteps approaching)

Hand-holders in
the sitting room.

Thomas Owen's
widow in the kitchen.

The tap in the churchyard
has given up the ghost,

causing no end of
grievance for Miss Sheppard.

You've forgotten, haven't you?

Forgotten?

This cannot go on, Mr. Chambers.

Sorry!

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Leonard!

(dog barking)

I can't tell you how
long I've waited for this.

I look forward to brisk walks,

quiet reflection,

and evenings by the
fireside with your good self,

fiercely discussing the
status of the priesthood.

Welcome home, Leonard.

You're to keep your room tidy

and clean up after yourself.

Hand-holders, Mr. Chambers!

Cupboards are for clothes.

Shelves for books.

Washing and
ironing will be extra,

especially if you want
your dog collars starched.

Meals are provided.

It's a lot easier
now that I've come

to the end of my ration book.

It won't include much fish.

Don't go getting
yourself involved.

Involved?

Crime, women, drinking.

We've had enough of it.

The church and the parish

will be his only
concern, Mrs. M.

I'm sure everything
will work out beautifully.

Have you been a curate before?

No.

Then everything'll
be a surprise to you.

She isn't one to
mince her words.

I can tell.

Uh...

That man in there, Arthur Evans.

He's a rotten apple.

Mr. Finch.

Mr. Finch!

We very much hope to be married.

MAN: (chuckles)

We've resolved to be married.

Resolved.

That's right, Arthur.

We're resolved.

I understand we've only known
each other a few months...

Seven months.

Seven months since I...

started work at the chemist's.

(both laugh)

When you know,
you know, don't you?

It would be my honor.

You're both entering into this

with your eyes open?

Marriage is not a
decision to be taken lightly.

We don't take it
lightly, do we, Is?

(quietly sobbing)

I'm sorry.

If you have any misgivings...

It's not her with
the misgivings.

Mum?

You have a visitor.

Hello, Mrs. Livingstone.

How about some nice soup?

She came to you?

Soft girl.

She wanted guidance.

The church.

Always meddling
in people's affairs.

It's my job to help.

It's your job to meddle.

Why do you believe in it all?

Clever man like you.

My sister's the same.

I never understood it,

this blind acceptance.

It's called faith.

To the point, Mr. Chambers.

I'm sure you must have a point.

Your daughter's in love.

What does a
bachelor know of love?

I know enough.

Toiling away in that place.

No wife, no children.

What a waste.

They're not getting married.

What are you so opposed to?

Arthur Evans.

He's trying to do me in.

(footsteps)

It's a little on the hot side.

I love him, mum.

You don't know him.

If it is a mistake,
it's Isabel's to make.

You do not know him.

I can't stay here.

I can't breathe.

Oh...!

(bowl clattering)

This is what she's like.

This is what I
have to put up with.

When I was little,

she used to pinch
me when I slept.

She said it was
because she was scared.

She wanted to check
I was still breathing.

You should've seen the bruises.

I love him.

(groans)

Mum?

Mama?

I'm sorry.

Mum?

I... I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

I'm not sure even Jesus himself

would have a way
with your mother.

I'll visit again tomorrow.

Every day, I'll...

I'll bore her to tears
if that's what it takes.

(sighs)

There'll be a way, Is.

There's always a way.

Thank you.

Mr. Chambers!

Miss Sheppard.

Have you heard?

The tap.

Begonias are in an awful fix.

I do like my displays
to be perfect.

Flowers make people happy,

don't you think?

Medicine for the soul.

Were you visiting my sister?

Attempting to, yes.

Oh, dear.

Remember: the tap.

The tap, absolutely.

MRS. MAGUIRE: Feet!

I know, I know!

Is there anything
I can be doing?

Anything that might require my
attention elsewhere, perhaps?

I'll be with you
in just a minute.

What did he want?

The rotten apple?

I'd say that was almost
certainly none of your business.

I know a bit about
rotten apples.

I was married to
one for 20 years.

It's your standards.

They're slipping.

Leonard...

How about you start
on your sermon?

You're preaching on Sunday.

Sunday?

As in... Sunday?

Just speak from the heart.

You can't go far wrong.

Oh, for God's
sake, it's one pint.

I'm not drinking.

Spoilsport.

What's this?

It's from Hildegard Staunton.

The German?

Geordie!

"Dear Sidney,

I hope this letter
finds you well."

That's debatable.

"It's been some time
since I saw you last

"in those sad, long days

"after my husband's funeral.

"I miss Cambridge

and find my thoughts
stray to you often."

You sly old dog.

Will you write back?

It's too soon.

And, in some ways, too late.

Oh, bollocks.

(sarcastically): Be
straight with me, please.

Sometimes in life,

you just have to
get on with things.

It's a wife you need, not a dog.

A dog is all I was offered.

(door opens)

That new fella of
yours... The pansy.

He's just made an entrance.

You are needed.

As a matter of urgency.

Mr. Chambers...

Is it my sister?

Gladys, perhaps you
should come upstairs.

Oh, dear.

No.

No, I...

I don't think so.

Wake up, mum!

Isabel...

Wake up!

Stop it.

(crying)

(tap squeaking)

ISABEL: Wake up, mum!

Wake up.

Wake up!

(gunshots)

SIDNEY: Get down,
Sandy! Get down!

(panting)

Morning!

How's Isabel?

Sleeping.

Finally.

In regard to what
we were discussing...

The wedding?

We'll not make an announcement

before the funeral, obviously.

You'd like to go ahead with it?

As soon as possible.

If you can keep it
under your hat until then.

Of course.

To announce it now when
we should be in mourning,

well, it wouldn't
look right, would it?

(door opens)

Rotten to the core.

I'm not getting involved.

Tea, Mr. Finch?

I say let the world go to hell,

but I should always have my tea.

Yes, please.

Sidney...

It's very much a first draft.

I'll be brutally honest.

Well, perhaps not brutally.

With regard to Mr. Evans...

The church and the parish

will be my only
concern, Mrs. Maguire.

I hear you've got
yourself a rotten apple.

MRS. MAGUIRE: He
had something to do with it.

I know he did.

You just have to look at him.

SIDNEY: I'm sorry
we've wasted your time.

No, you haven't.

Arthur Evans.

There's no record of him.

Using an alias, most likely.

And no one uses
an alias unless...

They're a rotten apple.

What do you think to him?

I'm supposed to give people
the benefit of the doubt.

You don't trust him
any more than I do.

Mrs. Livingstone thought that
Arthur was trying to do her in.

Her words, not mine.

She never said that.

How awful.

You have to give people
the benefit of the doubt.

I don't.

I have my parishioners
to think about.

Daisy Livingstone was
your parishioner too.

It's a delicate
matter, Dr. Robinson.

There's no such thing
as a delicate matter

as far as I'm concerned.

Mrs. Livingstone.

Ah.

The delightful Mrs. Livingstone.

What was the cause of death?

Complications resulting
from breast cancer.

So you believe she had
a pressing appointment

with her maker?

I think she lived longer
than she should have.

Out of sheer spite.

Is there a chance
Mrs. Livingstone

was, uh...

helped on her way?

As far as I'm concerned,
she died of natural causes.

So you found no reason
to think otherwise?

NURSE: Um...

Mr. Fielding's
not doing so well.

Ah, thank you, Betty.

Sidney, my job is to
state the cause of death

to the best of my knowledge.

How are we today, Mr. Fielding?

Not too bright, Doctor.

Give me a minute,
I'll be right with you.

So you signed off on
the death certificate?

I saw no reason not to.

GEORDIE: I had dealings
with this coroner before.

He's retiring, thank God.

Utterly useless.

"Intent."

That's all the self-important
bastard ever has to say.

No, the question
as I see it, Inspector,

should always be of intent.

Good afternoon, Mr. Jarvis.

Good afternoon.

And in this case, there
appears to be none?

None whatsoever.

Good afternoon, Mr. Jarvis.

Good afternoon.

I don't want to appear
impolite, Mr. Chambers,

but I'm not quite sure how
this matter involves you.

Are you questioning my intent,

Mr. Jarvis?

Well, it's just that

we don't often
see the likes of you

in these less than
congenial surroundings.

You didn't perform a postmortem?

She's been dying for years.

And the body's been released?

Well, I sincerely hope so.

The cremation's this afternoon.

Bloody hell.

Well, that's that then.

Bloody, bloody hell.

If you're to marry them,

you have to put them
through their paces.

Give them advice.

Of course.

Well, perhaps
while you're at it,

you could ask Mr. Evans
a few pertinent questions.

Mother put herself down for
a cremation with the co-op.

ARTHUR: No point dragging it out

when we've got the
wedding to think of.

Who was with her when she died?

No one... I was out.

I know that sometimes
when those close to you die,

it can often be a relief.

I thought it would be.

She wasn't a kind woman
at the end of her days.

She wasn't a kind
woman full stop.

Still.

She gave me life.

Such as it was.

Arthur...

I will not make the
woman out to be a saint.

We all know

the truth of it.

We found mum's will.

Left everything to her sister.

She despised Aunt Gladys.

Despised us even more.

(bells chiming)

Excuse me.

Daisy Livingstone?

I've come to pay my respects.

She isn't here.

She was cremated.

Did you know her well?

Many moons ago.

I know she wasn't
a great believer,

but she always wanted
to end her days here.

Under the oak, she said,

so she could keep
an eye on everyone.

Always liked to keep
her eye on everyone.

Well, thank you anyway.

Cornflowers.

My sister loved them.

It seems a shame

that she wasn't
buried under the oak,

like she wanted.

Oh, dear.

It is a shame, isn't it?

You didn't think to
press the matter?

I wasn't consulted.

Dear Izzy, she's had
such a lot to contend with.

(door opens and closes)

It simply slipped her mind.

(footsteps)

Sidney.

I don't suppose
you had any notes?

My sermon.

Oh, uh...

No, none.

None whatsoever?

Uh, it was very...

Uh...

pithy.

Excellent.

You have allayed my fears.

(door opens)

Reporting for duty, sir.

Amanda!

Guy's caught up in London.

I promised to tell him
everything verbatim.

I'm even taking notes.

Oh, no...

Oh no, no, no, no, no...

Oh dear, what?

LEONARD: There are
tensions between Kantian

and Utilitarian ethics.

Which brings me back to
my original point about Kant.

Which brings me back,
in turn, to Luke 6:31.

"And as ye would
that men should do to...

"you...

do ye also to them likewise."

Which brings me back again...

in turn...

(laughing quietly)

to one of the most fascinating
and major alternatives

to the categorical imperative:

Jeremy Bentham's
means-end theory of morality.

Utilitarianism.

(chuckling)

You said it was pithy.

In truth, I didn't
have time to read it.

I thought we were
supposed to set an example.

Lying is, after all,

immoral.

Is it immoral if we do it to
preserve someone's feelings?

MRS. MAGUIRE: You
were doing it to save face.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Maguire.

In future, I'll read
your sermon ten times.

A dozen times.

Perhaps a little less
philosophy might help.

I like philosophy.

Wisdom isn't always
to be found in books.

I like books.

They're so much less
terrifying than people.

Not all of them
are truly terrifying.

Apart from Mrs. Maguire.

Take Dickens with you.

He always gets people talking.

If things get tricky,

he's an excellent
excuse to leave.

If one does something
wrong for the greater good,

isn't it a slippery slope?

Where does one stop?

It's a grey area, Leonard.

Poor Leonard.

Poor, poor Leonard.

What is Jeremy Bentham's
means-end theory?

(chuckles)

Are you sure you're
happy to take the wedding?

I didn't quite know
how to tell you...

The Archbishop has
turned down your application.

Outsiders getting
married in the church,

it's against
protocol, apparently,

and he's a stickler
for protocol.

Well, if he's a stickler.

It was a silly idea anyway.

Tell me more about
your dead old lady.

I think the daughter or her
beau helped her on her way.

Why would they do that?

So they could get married.

Couldn't they wait?

Apparently not.

Well.

Then there is one possibility
that springs to mind.

Marrying in a hurry,
as quickly as they can.

Oh, for someone so intelligent,

you're being
terribly dim, Sidney.

Someone's been gossiping.

No one's been gossiping.

Aunt Gladys.

If your mother
wanted to be buried,

why go against her wishes?

Because she never let
me when she was alive.

That's all there is to it.

You don't believe me.

I believe you're not
being entirely honest.

Forgive me, Isabel, but...

are you pregnant?

At my age.

Arthur said he
was over the moon.

That's where I keep
the housekeeping.

There was over three pounds.

My jewelry's gone too.

Where is he?

Last night, we had
a restaurant booked.

I waited ever such a long time.

Dickens, what are
you doing here?

Dickens!

Come here.

Sidney!

Sidney!

Miss Sheppard?

LEONARD: The door
was open, so I just...

I didn't think.

Everyone's been so kind.

People have welcomed
me, a perfect stranger,

into their homes
without a second thought.

So I just went in.

I've never seen a
person dead before.

JARVIS: No bruising.

No sign of a struggle.

If this was murder,
she knew her attacker.

JARVIS: Well, it's possible.

Death would've
been instantaneous.

Heart failure, I'd say.

Caused by what?

Well, poison, maybe.

What we have to consider
here is the matter of intent.

Thank you, Mr. Jarvis.

Doctors and vicars:
the only professions

where you're at
everyone's beck and call.

Even when you're
attempting to have a night off.

You wouldn't have
it any other way.

Neither would you.

She's calmer now.

Isabel.

Miss Livingstone.

We found this in
your aunt's house.

Nothing else appears
to have been taken,

just the photograph.

Isabel.

The photo.

Do you remember what it was?

Me when I was a baby.

Me and my mum.

"He'll break your heart."

That's what she said.

"Men are bastards.

It's what they do."

I should've listened.

GEORDIE: Now she wants to
throw her boyfriend to the wolves.

Changed her tune pretty quick.

Her mother's will...
The house, the money.

It all went to the aunt.

And now she's dead,

what's the betting our
Isabel inherits the lot?

Uh, Arthur Evans...

Or Smith... Grant...?

Whoa, just take
your time, Atkins.

We found his car.

GEORDIE: I think he's
left Isabel to face the music.

I want him found.

So you think they're
in on it together?

Arthur and Isabel?

What happened to giving
people the benefit of the doubt?

Sir!

Gotcha!

(dogs barking)

Stay down.

Jesus!

All this for a bit
of cheap jewelry?

I marry for the money.

I take what I can and move on.

I don't hurt people.

I don't kill.

So.

How'd you do it?

Bit of poison in the cocoa?

No.

Poison you stole

from your work at the chemist

and it's nighty-night?

I wouldn't do that.

Maybe Miss
Livingstone did it, then.

You in on this together?

That girl's a good girl.

Don't you dare
bring her into this.

You're fond of Isabel.

Anyone can see that.

I feel sorry for her.

You know she's
having your child?

Maybe it'll be
the making of her.

Maybe now that bitch

of a mum's gone,
she can be happy.

Will you tell her...

it wasn't all lies?

Will you tell her...

(sighs)

Never mind.

There's this bloke.

Old fella.

Been hanging around
for a couple of days.

Honest to God.

Maybe it's him.

Maybe it's him you
should be looking for.

There was an old man.

He came to the church
after Mrs. Livingstone died.

I saw him last night too.

Well, that's not proof, Sidney.

Fingerprints on the frame, sir.

They don't match Arthur Evans.

SIDNEY: Father of
all, we pray to thee

for those whom we
love but see no longer.

Grant them thy peace.

Let light perpetual
shine upon them.

Isabel.

Mr. Evans wanted you
to know how sorry he is.

He really did love you.

Tell me, Mr. Chambers,
what do you know of love?

Didn't fancy the wake?

Too many people to avoid.

I, um...

I used to be a choir boy here.

Sang the solo at
midnight mass every year

till my voice went.

Place doesn't change, does it?

The world keeps turning,

but Grantchester stays the same.

Why I had to get away.

How did you know the sisters?

I went to school with them.

Snow White and Rose Red,

that's what we
used to call them.

One as soft as snow,
the other prickly as a rose.

You couldn't just, uh...

Thank you.

(door opens)

When I won't come to church,

you bring the church
to me, is that it?

Well, these are the prints
from the photo frame.

And these from your silver cup.

Chalice.

Looked like a silver cup to me.

They match.

The old fella was with Miss
Sheppard the day she died.

It's enough to bring him in.

Right, where we headed?

What's the address?

But you got his name?

Uh, he used to be a choir boy,

if that's any use?

It's no use at all.

No.

Feet! I know!

I've neglected my duties,
my standards are slipping.

Can I just have a cup of
tea and drink it in peace?

Jack.

This is Mr. Chambers.

He's usually quite pleasant.

Daisy was a wild girl.

My goodness, you
made a handsome couple.

This was before she
was married, of course?

Before Isabel?

Why did you come
back, Mr. Chapman?

This is from Miss Sheppard's.

She gave it to me.

There was no Mr. Livingstone,

was there?

Isabel's yours.

Daisy was shipped off.

Came back a year later,

ring on her finger,
little one in her arms.

I wasn't looking for a family.

Not then.

(doorbell buzzing)

You were just a boy, Jack.

So...

Isabel has no idea you exist?

I wanted to...

to see the world.

I'm afraid I didn't look back.

Until now?

Gladys wrote.

Said her sister was dying.

That she was sick too.

But there was time
to make things right.

Miss Sheppard was sick?

Cancer.

In the breast,
same as her sister.

Gladys was fine.

I left her to visit
an old pal of mine,

but, well, she was fine.

Well, if that's the case,
we won't keep you for long.

Now you've gone and done it.

I wasn't prepared,

I don't think.

The constant
knocking at the door,

the people to talk to...

No quiet reflection.

Not a bit of it.

If I'm honest,

I wasn't prepared to see death.

No one ever is.

I don't know how
you do it, Sidney.

There's no mystery to it.

I thought about giving up
endless times in the beginning.

I did, honestly.

But for every funeral,
every sick child,

every tiresome
knock at the door,

there's a wedding
or a christening

or a quiet chat by the fireside

about the status
of the priesthood.

It's life we deal in, Leonard.

The good, the bad,

all the grey areas in between.

Not so good with the grey areas.

It's how we face
them that matters.

And running away isn't
really facing them at all.

Sometimes in life,

you just have to
get on with things.

GEORDIE: Do we know for sure?

His penchant.

For the opposite
of the opposite sex.

What business is
it of yours or mine

or any-bloody-one
when it comes to that?

Thank you.

How long's this
self-restraint gonna last?

Because frankly,
you're no fun anymore.

What's this?

Be a busman's holiday for you.

It poses the question,

"Can something
which is not virtuous

ever truly be justified?"

Can it?

No, not really.

What happened to Jack Chapman?

We'll let him go.

Having a cuppa with an old
dear is not an arrestable offense.

My money's still on
the girl and her fella.

Postmortem came back.

Potassium chloride.

So how are you finding things?

You made any... friends?

Not friends, exactly.

Everyone's been very kind.

Very welcoming.

Maybe that's where the
old Bill are going wrong.

Dog collars, that's
what we need.

He does this from
time to time, excuse us.

There was no sign of a struggle.

Tell me something I don't know.

Arthur Evans.

Mrs. Livingstone
did not trust him,

and yet there was
no sign of a struggle.

There was no sign of a
struggle at her sister's either.

Exactly.

They let them in.

They trusted the
killer with their lives.

(knocking)

It's open.

(door opens)

Mr. Jarvis.

We're closed.

Unless you want to be arrested,
you're very much open, mate.

SIDNEY: Here.

And again.

And again.

Jesus Christ.

You signed all of these off?

Yes.

So many, and you
never thought to question

the causes of death?

He's a good man.

A fine man.

His intent...

Oh, shut up.

Bloody fool.

Will it hurt?

Not a bit.

(door opens)

Dr. Robinson.

No!

Let him do it!

I can't live like this.

Please...

Let him do it.

How many people have you killed?

Society has to trust

that a doctor knows what
is best for his patients.

You have to trust that.

How many?

I have relatively
uninformed opinions

about the police
force, about theology.

I leave that to you.

I don't know about your worlds.

I don't expect you
to know about mine.

But when people
die, our worlds collide.

And when they're killed...

Sidney, you've
sat with the dying.

Many times.

And you, Inspector.

Sometimes people are ready.

Sometimes they
hold on and suffer.

Terribly.

I have seen how
debilitating an illness can be.

Then you understand.

No, I don't.

You're a compassionate man.

How could you not?

You've seen Mr. Fielding.

He is suffering.

He wants to die.

I'm sure there were many

who cried out for
you to do something.

You must've felt that you
were relieving their pain.

That they were at peace.

They were with God.

But that can never justify...

God?

I have never seen God

at the bedside of
someone in agonizing pain.

It's an extraordinary thing.

In those final moments,

I don't think faith makes
a blind bit of a difference.

I do what is right.

So was it right when you
killed Mrs. Livingstone?

Was it right when you
killed Miss Sheppard?

They were old.

They were dying.

They were living too.

You've killed.

You were both soldiers.

You both fought.

It was your duty to take lives.

And it is your
duty to save them.

My conscience is
clear, Mr. Chambers.

I doubt even you could say that.

GEORDIE: He's a crackpot.

Seems sane enough to me.

The most insane often do.

Do you believe?

What?

There's ever
justification for killing?

Do you think I'd be in
this job if I thought that?

What about war?

War's different.

You know it's different.

Did you kill, Geordie?

What do you think?

(sighs)

One for the road?

It's good to have you back.

♪♪

(vacuum cleaner humming)

(vacuum cleaner stops)

It's threadbare, but it's clean.

Cheer up that gloomy
room of yours no end.

I don't know what to say.

It's the nicest thing
anyone ever gave me.

Polite, and he hoovers.

If only all men were like him.

If they were,

there wouldn't be much
chance for the human race.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, uh...

Nothing.

Hand-holders, sitting room.

This is all rather mysterious.

Why the summons?

Well, there was
a bit of confusion.

The archbishop
granted your request.

You could've lied.

We wouldn't have
been any of the wiser.

(footsteps)

I hear we're in for a treat.

Leonard's second coming.

(laughs)

Kant once wrote,

"By a lie, a man annihilates
his dignity as a man."

Our good friend Immanuel
wasn't one to mince his words.

He saw things in
black and white.

He didn't dwell
on the grey areas.

But who amongst
us can honestly say

that we haven't lied
for good reason?

Who amongst us can say
we live a truly good life?

And that's not to
say we shouldn't try.

We should all continually
try to be the best we can be.

To escape the sins of our past.

To be accepting
of our little foibles.

And of others.

We can't run away
from who we are.

We must turn and
face the truth head on.

Sometimes in life,

it's better just to
get on with things.

SIDNEY: Dear Hildegard,

It was a wonderful
surprise to hear from you.

I can understand you
missing Cambridge.

Perhaps one day,
you'll come out for a visit.

We could take a
boat out on the Cam.

I'd like that very much.

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