All language subtitles for Grantchester.S09E01.1080p.x264

♪ ♪

GRAY:
The world is changing.

WILL:
The bishop's
offered me another job.

New challenges.

Maybe we could both do more.

If I asked you to stay...

WILL:
You are not making this easy.

Reverend Alphy Kotteram--
I'm the new vicar.

I need your help with a case.

ALPHY:
I'm no detective.

GEORDIE:
I don't need a detective.

A vicar will do.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpering)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

("Topsy Turvy" by
Benn Joe Zeppa playing)

♪ Well, now the mouse ♪

♪ In the house
is a-chasing the cat ♪

♪ No, the dog
don't want no bone ♪

♪ Well, now the laughing hyena ♪

♪ Is a-kinda blue ♪

♪ Since my baby's gone ♪

♪ Everything's topsy-turvy ♪
MAN: Roll up, roll up.

♪ Since my baby's gone ♪
Come to Carson's Circus,

the greatest show in town.

Take a seat inside

and marvel at
the mystery

of Errol Macabre and
the fantastical Feathers!

Prepare to have the time of your
life!

(crowd applauding)

ERNIE:
Dad!

Hurry up.

(merry-go-round music playing)

I always think of
Chekhov's "Kashtanka."

You can get a cream
for that.

It's the story of a mistreated
carpenter's dog

that gets taken in

by a friendly circus clown.

But then she runs back to
her old master

when she sees him
in the audience.

Well, he had the
better sausages.

I think she preferred
the hard grafter

to the crowd pleaser.

It's a dog.

Probably didn't give it
that much thought.

BONNIE:
I'm not sure the circus

is a natural environment
for animals.

I find all the
greasepaint suspicious.
Oh!

And it smells.

Sweaty acrobats in hot tents,

being carted around the country
all summer long?

MRS. CHAPMAN:
You can talk.

I've found things in your
bathroom plug that would make

a monkey blush.

Sylvia!

MRS. CHAPMAN:
And not liking a circus?

What flimflam.

I used to dream of going.

In Calcutta, I once
saw a Lyallpur woman

dance with a lion.

Taught it to bounce basketballs
in the air.

I saw something like
that in Biarritz,

except with a woman
and a Ping-Pong ball.

(chuckles)
BONNIE (gasps):
Will!

Behave.

Come on.

♪ ♪

I've got you.

(mouths)

How do you fancy a big
family holiday this year?

A surprise for
Cath and Bonnie.

Look at you,
earning brownie points.

We shall discuss anon.

JACK:
I'll have, uh,
five of these, please.

Yes, sir, coming right up.

Seems like a fun job.

Oh, you bet.

I'm only helping, though.

My dad rents the field
to the circus.

Dad, look at her wings.

NICK:
That's Feathers.

She's amazing-- you'll love her.

WILL:
Wings, eh?

Wow.

Here you are, kids!

ALL:
Yay!

(kids giggling)

Wait, watch this.

I bet you a week's wages the tax
man won't see a penny of that.

(clicks tongue):
Oi, we're here to have fun.

I'll do my best.
Hmm.

(drumroll playing)

(cymbal crashes,
audience cheers and applauds)

POGO:
Jadies and Lentlemen,

welcome to Carson's Circus!

(band playing)

(yelping and chuckling)

(audience gasping and oohing)

(cheering)

(chuckling, laughing)

Very good.

(audience gasping and cheering)

Ooh.

Very nice.

WILL:
Behave.

(audience chuckling)

(handcuffs locking)

(audience oohing)

(slams)

(key turning)

(audience gasps)

ERROL:
And now...

The metamorphosis!

(drumroll playing)

(cymbal crashes,
audience cheering)

Hello.

Isn't she supposed
to be uncuffed?

FEATHERS:
Errol...
(knocking on trunk)

I think you, um,

you left your key
in the other trousers again.

I don't suppose
we have any locksmiths

in the audience tonight?

Or maybe a police officer?

Oh!

Don't you dare.
You've got one right here.

(audience applauding)
Get up-- get up!

FEATHERS:
Come on up!

Ooh!

Ooh, oh!
Ooh!

Do excuse me, sir.

(laughs)

Ah.
(audience laughing)

(Cathy cackling)

(laughs)

No need to get so attached.

I'll have you free
in a jiffy.

(laughing)

Oh...

(Feathers giggling,
audience cheering)

FEATHERS:
Thank you, sir.

Take your seat.

Now, what about Errol?

(exclaims)

(crowd cheers)

It's magic!

Ah, we got there
in the end, eh?

(cheering and applauding)

FEATHERS:
And now, for Carson's Circus'
most daring trick!

(audience oohs)

It's very dangerous.

(audience gasps)

GEORDIE:
Do you think he's all right?

(chuckling)

♪ ♪

Please, Feathers.

(audience gasps)
It's a trick shot.

Shush.

(audience gasps)

(audience falls silent)

(cheering, applauding)

Ha!

(chortles)

We are Errol Macabre
and Feathers!

(audience cheering
and whistling)

WILL:
Last night,
children gazed at feats

that defied gravity,
logic, and belief.

And yet despite
the apparent danger

the performers
put themselves in,

I saw wonder on the
faces in the crowd.

For is the circus
not an institution

of joy?

A gathering of,
of man and beast?

Laughter...
(whispering):
Where's Leonard?

...and terror,
of life and death?

It, um...
(clears throat)

(whispering):
Where's Leonard?

It reminds me

of a desert long ago,

where dusty,
huddled souls

performed-- clowned, even--

to a scared and
hopeful crowd.

They juggled
bread and wine,

and told the thrilling secret
of the universe:

"Christ is risen."

BONNIE:
Excellent appropriation
of the circus there.

Is next week gonna be
"How 'The Guns of Navarone'

reminds me of Paul
and the Corinthians"?

Ha, ha.

Now even Leonard's
skipping church.

He never misses
a Sunday service.

Perhaps he's run away
with the circus.

Leonard'll be fine.

I'll go past the halfway house
and check on him.

After you've seen the bishop.

After I've seen the bishop.

You'd better be
behaving yourself.

I am!
(chuckling)

I am.

♪ ♪

This isn't a telling-off?

I rarely worry
about you anymore.

(exhales)
Oh, you look disappointed.

(chuckles):
I only hear good things.

Are you happy?
Oh, very.

I'm a lucky man.

And your congregation,

how is the turnout
these days?

Well we, uh, we lost
a few over winter.

And holiday season's
starting up, so...

No, it wasn't
an accusation.

We're noting it everywhere.

The world is changing.
(smacks lips)

Where once people
looked to the church,

now they turn to
the television set.

Grantchester will endure,
but there are

less fortunate places.

Where a boat rocker could
make a tremendous difference.

I'm, I'm sorry,
another parish?

Another diocese-- Newcastle.

(laughs):
Newcastle?

An inner-city position.

At a bigger parish.

With tougher challenges.

It would mean more time
with the needy

and less helping the law.

Well, it's a,
it's a big move.

And a quick decision.

I need an answer
this week.

It's a lot to consider, I know.

I can't.

My son's still a baby.

And we're very happy here.

Well, it was a long shot.

But if you change your mind...

Hmm.

No post this week?

There were a few bits.

Nothing in the hallway.

It's not kept there anymore.

Mrs. C streamlined
the household last Tuesday.

I'm not sure we should
have hired her.

Lucky she didn't
itemize the kids.

Try the sideboard.

(phone ringing)

Nope.

Uh, Esme took some upstairs.

Ooh, what's she hiding?

Mm.

Cambridge 979...

Yeah, what is it, Larry?

(door closes)

♪ ♪

What's happened?

Trouble at the circus.

Not unusual for him
to be by himself?

WOMAN:
Not really.

Bloody hell.

Clear everyone out.

Now.

The lot of ya!

♪ ♪

LARRY:
So, the show ended
at 6:00 last night.

Head clown fella says
they were all tidied up

and done in here by 8:00.

Then the whole lot of 'em
had dinner out in the field.

What everyone,
all together?

Eat together,

board together.

Like a holiday camp,
far as I can tell.

Today was their one day off,

so a bunch of 'em went
into town afterwards.

Did he go?
Errol Macabre,
real name

Eric Mowbry.

He did not.

Last seen before dinner.

One of the performers found
him in here this morning.

He liked to practice his magic
after hours, apparently.

Anyone mention grudges,
rivalries?

Haven't got around 'em all,
but not a bad word yet.

Well, get to it.

And make sure none of
them try and leave.

Was he any good?

The magician?

I was thinking
of coming along to watch.

Well, you're a bit
late now, Larry.

Two, three, four.

Errol's.

♪ ♪

(Geordie sighs)

What was the bishop asking?

"How clean is your font?"

That kind of thing?

What's with the sudden interest?

You hate bosses.

I do not.

My last one, maybe.

New fella's terrific.

Never leaves the golf course.

(chuckles)

He, uh,

he offered me a
new job, actually.

In Newcastle.

You're kidding.

You don't want that, do you?

Well, it's quite an opportunity.

But no, no,
everything's great here.

Why would I throw that away?

Exactly.

You really gonna up sticks now
with James still a baby?

Newcastle?

Bloody hell, you wouldn't
last five minutes.
(laughs)

♪ ♪

Two bus tickets
to London.

Dated for next Thursday.

And I don't think that's
on the circus's tour route.

I'll raise you.

Some kind of drug.

It's like ammonia.

Opium, maybe?

Well, he was a bit sloppy
during the show.

Addict?

Or selling?

Killed over it?

Someone here knows.

GEORDIE:
What's your real name, Pogo?

Jerry McAllister.

Ringmaster and head clown.

And it was you who reported
the murder, Jerry?
Yeah.

Awful thing to happen.

WILL:
Did Errol have any

enemies here?

It weren't one of us.

When you're 40 feet in the air
and you let go of a trapeze,

you better believe
someone's gonna catch you.

This place is a machine
built on trust.

These might suggest
he was trying to escape,

one way or another.

No, we're booked here all week,
he'd have no time.

Nah, it's not for Errol.

What about this?

Opium, I'd wager.

No idea.

This is a clean circus.

I don't tolerate sloppiness.

We never miss a show,
and we always deliver.

Well, sadly, there is no show,
Jerry.

Not until this is solved.

Tomorrow, we will be performing.

If you'll excuse me.

(mouths)

♪ ♪

It's a trick.

That's what I kept thinking,
that he was gonna sit up

and, "Surprise, Feathers!"

Mmm, Feathers?

Anita Carson.

But everyone calls me
Feathers.

Of Carson's Circus.

It's a family business.

The circus belongs
to my nanna.

Nanna Carson.

Bona fide circus royalty.

She used to be queen
of the high wire-- me, too.

Till Errol saw my potential.

Trapeze artist turned
magician's assistant?

There's no end
to my talents.

Were you and Errol together?

Errol was kind.

He taught me his act,
but it weren't romantic.

It...
(inhales deeply)

More like,
I felt sorry for him.

With the drink.

He knew he was losing his edge.

If he taught you his act,

maybe you could explain
something to us.

♪ ♪

I'm not supposed to say.

You're supposed
to tell a detective.

But he,
he swore me to secrecy.

Would you prefer me
to arrest you?

(sighs)

The arrow never fires.

It stays in the barrel.

The ribbon is tied
to a fishing wire,

which gets pulled
out of the gun,

through a tube sewn round me

and into the target,

where a fake arrow pops out.

(gun opens)

This isn't a trick gun.

Yeah.

There is a plug
just in the...

Nope.

You think someone's
messed with it?

You know anyone
who'd do that?

No.

No, no, no, no.

Errol was part of the family.

That, uh, slipup--

the handcuffs and the trunk
in the other trick--

was, was that intentional?

No-- the daft old drunk
put the real handcuffs on me,

instead of the breakaways.

I had to pick it myself.

You turned it round
pretty well.

Mmm, well, we'd have died
on our arses otherwise.

Did that happen a lot?

Yeah, more than I'd like.

His aim was so off
with the rifle last night

that the wire nearly
pulled me sideways.

And I told him
as much.

He was holding you back.

Maybe you wanted
shot of him.

Not like this.

I'll succeed because
of how good I am.

Where were you after the show?

Practicing.

In my tent.

On your own?

Mm-hmm.

Means, motive, no alibi.

Find a little evidence,
we've got her bang to rights.

And we still need
to talk to Nanna.
LARRY: Thank you.

You come across
a Nanna Carson yet?

Not yet, boss.

Well, find her.

You want to swing by the office?

Got to drop this vial back.

Another time?

I need to do
some pastoral care.

BOTH:
You can get a cream for that.

Leonard?
SAM:
Our grandparents grew up

in a world where the pace
of life was dictated

by the horse and cart.

So today's world must
seem like science fiction.

Think about it.

The Russians put
a dog into orbit.

So the Americans,
they launched a monkey.

Then the Russians
sent up a man.

Now the Yanks have
done so, too.

Incredible technology.

Enormous resources.

And yet people starve
on their streets.

So, this is where
you've been?

But it doesn't have
to be that way.

You see, the people in power,
they know.

They know
that we outnumber them.

So they stoke our fear
of each other.

They don't think
that we have enough hope

to overcome those fears.

But I have hope.

I have faith.

Faith that love
overcomes all.

If you can't see it,
then, well, I urge you,

look closer.

It happens in inches.

I went to each of the colleges.

I asked for some ingredients.

Something surplus
from their kitchens.

Bread from Trinity.

Carrots from King's.

Food to make meals

for the homeless.

You add enough inches,
and you get a mile.

(talking softly)

Thanks for coming.

(conversations continue)

(people talking, phones ringing
in background)

Coroner's report will be on
your desk first thing tomorrow.

Thank you, Miss Scott.

Also, another robbery
reported, this time

in Little Shelford.
It's becoming a spree.

But Jones caught the
Peterhouse bike thief.

Samuels found a witness for
the Hobson Street fire.

And Winston rescued a cat.

That's more like it.

Oh, and we were doing
so well.

Boss.

That is a lovely dress.
Stop there.

Thank you very much.

What is it, Larry?

Local lad, Nick Jeffries,

working the circus stalls
all summer?

Lad selling candy floss?

His parents have come in,
worried sick.

Nick never came home
last night.

Get uniform out looking-- now.

♪ ♪

DANIEL:
We met him preaching on
the street at Jesus Green.

It's almost got me converted.

Sam, this is Will Davenport.

Sam White.

Pleasure.

Sam studied at Corpus, too.

No kidding.

You and Chambers
are legends there.

It's true.

Now you're at
Grantchester, as well?

I mean, Will, I'm in awe.

To have a parish of your own.

Well, it seems like you're
building something special here.

It's Leonard's offer of this
space that made today possible.

Oh, we promised
to carry some boxes

to the Round Church
for supper.
Yeah, we did, indeed.

See you again.

Sorry I missed Sunday service.

Oh, don't be.

This is a far better thing
than listening to my waffle.

I like your waffle.

But I do want to
do more of this.

Talks-- helping.

You don't settle,

do you?
Mmm.

Anyone home?
DORA:
Dad, we've got a surprise!

Dad, Esme's got
huge news.
Come on, quickly.

GEORDIE: All right, all right.
IVY: Biggest news ever.

Come on.

You're not gonna
believe this.

I've been offered a job.

A job?

What about school?

You left school at 16.

CATHY:
It's Harrison and Sons.

The big importers
on Sterling Street?

Doing what?

Office work.

Typing-- all of it.

Can you type?

(chuckles):
Dad.

Bloody Harrison and Sons.

(laughs)

Well done.
(laughing)

DORA:
Esme, come on, quickly.

IVY:
Come on, Esme.
(girls giggling)

Applied behind our backs,
she did.

Her own money.

Independence.
Less help

around the house,
and the school runs.

That's why we took Mrs. C on.

♪ ♪

(TV playing softly)

They're both down.

What are you brooding over?

I met a street preacher today.

No church, no standing,

just, just helping out.

Building a following,
turning atheists into believers.

Is that jealousy I detect?

Am I preaching
to the choir here?

Congregation's shrinking,
and I hadn't even noticed.

Well, you're not
the Wild One anymore.

A little bit of coasting
isn't the worst thing.

The bishop's offered me
another job.

Oh.

That good?

Uh, in Newcastle.

Bit of a trek.

Big challenges,
bigger parish, more hands-on.

I said no.

Of course.

You know, it's too much of an
upheaval for you and the kids.

You just decided?

On your own?

Well, Geordie and I...
Oh.

The boys decided.

No, I just, I,
I didn't think you'd...

You didn't think.

God, you're still the same posh
boy who thinks he knows best.

Ernie and I have
been through

two dads and three homes
in as many years.

You're still a stone's throw
from your old college.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

Cake sales.

That's coasting.

Prayer meetings

with women who talk about
their neighbors' dahlias.
(chuckles)

Maybe we could both do more.

What about Geordie?

He survived Burma.

He'd get through us leaving.

Question is,

do you want to?

♪ ♪

(door closes)

Morning.
Morning.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Hello?

Oh, sorry.

No, no, it's okay.

Something terrible's happened.

Errol asked me to help him
practice after the show.

Feathers had torn strips
off him for being sloppy.

So we rehearsed
the handcuff escape

and then the arrow trick.

Just you and Errol?
Yeah.

He thought she was being
over dramatic,

so he stood in for her in front
of the target, and I...

I didn't mean...

What did you do, son?

He told me it was all safe.

It's supposed to be a trick!

It's okay.

GEORDIE:
Nick, I need you to say it.

I shot him.

I didn't even really aim.

He didn't say a word, just...

What happened next?

I ran.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't stay there
with him...

Like that.

What time was this?

After dinner.

9:00, I think.

What's with all the face paint?

I was gonna audition
for the circus.

Errol had a vial of opium.

Lab confirmed it.

And two bus tickets to London.

Know anything about them?

No.

Unusual, though.

None of them have money
of their own.

What do you mean?

Nanna Carson collects
all the takings.

Everyone gets
bed and board,

but there's no wages.

You have to petition her
for spending money.

Or a night out.

Sounds like bloody communism.

Hang on.

If you hadn't rehearsed
with Errol,

when would the trick
next be done?

The next show.

When it would be aimed
at Feathers.

♪ ♪

(door closes)
I don't have time for this.

It's a busy week.

With what?

There's no circus
till we find the killer.

WILL:
And you should know,

Errol may not
have been the target.

So who?

Me?

Do you know if anyone
had a grudge against you?

FEATHERS:
No.

You mentioned that you have

a "busy week."

Does that have anything
to do with London?

Errol bought them.

We've got an audition
at the London Palladium.

What about the circus?
Your family?

I'm tired.

Of the trucks

and tents and a stupid new town
every week.

I want a bed.

Just a proper bed.

Fresh start, new challenges.

You want to run away
from the circus

and join the rat race.

I need to go.

I have to try.

Without Errol?

Sorry, Errol,
but I was carrying him.

I can do a solo act
and I can do it better.

Does Nanna know about
the audition?

She didn't want us to leave.

If she doesn't approve,
who paid for the tickets?

I don't know--
Errol just sorted it.

Very convenient.

Can I go now?

You can.

But I can't guarantee
your safety at the circus.

(phone ringing in background)

Someone wants to kill Feathers.

Or Errol.

Could've found out he was gonna
practice with Nick.

Maybe.

But in any case, the rifle
was used during the show,

but gets sabotaged before Nick
and Errol rehearse at 9:00.

And so the only window

for someone
to have tampered with it

is between 8:00 and 9:00.

When they all had dinner
together.

Any exceptions?

Jerry, uh, Pogo, was
entertaining the younger kids,

and that Feathers girl
was on her own.

Thanks, Larry.

Post-mortem found no opium
in Errol's system.

So, was he selling?

Used the proceeds to fund his
escape with Feathers?

Someone finds out,
doesn't want them to leave.

Or they just wanted
to send a message:

"I control the purse strings."

(calls):
Larry!

Nanna Carson,

lady that runs the circus,
did you get her statement?

No, she was suffering
a migraine.

Of course, because
the last thing we'd want

is to disturb a murder suspect
with a sore head!

Bloody Nora!

Sorry, boss.

Oh! Sorry.

Nanna Carson-- anyone seen her?

No.

Maybe she's fled.

(objects shifting)

Jerry?

Isn't this Errol's tent?
Yeah, I was just, uh...

Rifling through
a dead man's things.

GEORDIE:
Looking for more of this?

Now, I'm thinking

either Feathers or Errol
discovered you were using

and threatened
to expose you.

(exhales):
Expose me?

Errol supplied me.

(sighs)

A couple of years ago,

I put me back out.

And if you can't roll and fall,
you can't clown.

Well, you could do
something else here.

Really?
(chuckles)

Only life I had before this
was as a gymnast.

I was up for the Olympics
in '44.

Horse vault,
the parallel bars-- the works.

Only the games
were canceled.

(laughs)

Bloody war put paid
to that dream, hm?

(sighs):
Now, without that,

I can't perform.

Can't unload trucks, fix tents.

I've got no other skills.

So, Errol sourced the opium.

Yeah.

Wherever we went,
he knew someone.

(sighs):
And that little extra
I get as ringmaster,

it all went to him.

GEORDIE:
Maybe Errol held out on you.

And you lost it.

He was my only connection.

(sighs):
I was here with the families

on Saturday night--
ask Nanna.

I'm going to.

♪ ♪

(door closes)

GEORDIE:
Nanna Carson.

I'm Inspector Keating.

This is Will Davenport.

Quite the collection.

A record of every Carson clown.

No two can wear
the same makeup.

How is business?

Oh, times are tough.

Audiences are small.
(chuckles)

That I can understand.

So, um,

forgive me
if I've seemed elusive,

but I've a whole company
to take care of.

Care is your word
for control.

When you learned Feathers
and Errol

were auditioning
elsewhere,

you wanted
to punish them

for disobeying you.

I wouldn't wish them any harm.

I wanted them performing here,
so we could...

Bow out on top.

Meaning?

No one here knows yet,
so I beg your discretion,

but, um, I'm retiring this year.

And what will happen
to the circus?

Oh, I've got
a buyer.

Sadly, not a showman.

He'll strip it for parts.

Why not pass it on?

To your, to your kids?
To Feathers?

(chuckles): And live how?
This is my pension!

But we will finish the tour
together.

No one can perform or go on tour

until we solve this murder.

Of course--
much preferable to have

a hundred circus freaks
with nothing to do

rampaging through
Cambridge tonight.

Now, hang on...

Or we could simply say,
"The show will go on."

♪ ♪

How would you feel

if someone was leaving
your circus?

What, Feathers?

Forget the bus,
I'd buy her train fare

and drive her to the station.

(chuckles)

But if it was

someone you'd, you'd miss?

Upset, sure.

Is this because you found out
Esme got a new job?

Hm?

Applied behind our backs.

I was annoyed.

And sad.

That she'd grown up
while I wasn't looking.

Was proud of her, though.

But Cathy.

I think she feels betrayed.

You know, I, um...

Oh.
Boss.

(door closes)

Lady here says
her husband's been stolen.

Stolen?

Robbers broke in
and took his locket.

A silver pendant.

The husband was wearing it?

No, he was in it.

GEORDIE:
Small fella, was he?

His ashes.

You could've opened with that.

She wears him
out and about,

does she?
LARRY:
Apparently.

Church and shops.

Friday, she was
down the circus, too.

We'll be in touch soon.
Thank you.

(phones ringing)

The widow's not the only
robbery to take place

after a circus visit.

Little Shelford, set of pearls,
gold watch in Girton.

I called around-- same story

over at Colchester
and Chelmsford.

So one of the performers?

Identifies the wealthy punters,

and then follows them home
after the show.

Well, that's one way to get a
little financial independence

from Nanna Carson.
(inhales)

Sleight of hand
would be useful, too.

Errol, though,
or Feathers?

The chances are,
somewhere at that circus

is a bag full of loot.

♪ ♪

(people calling and talking
in background)

MISS SCOTT:
Samuels is parked at the back
and Jones will watch the front.

Appreciate you doing this.

It's fine-- I've been wanting
to see a circus

since I read
Chekhov's "Kashtanka" last year.

If only Leonard were single.

And you were a man.

It's work, Larry,
it's not a date.

I just thought
it would be nice.

GEORDIE:
Oi.

Feathers won't stop performing,

so you two can at least
watch her back.

Go on.

(people talking, music playing
in background)

Now, where would an illusionist
hide their stolen goods?

♪ ♪

Are we allowed?

We're undercover!

When you're undercover,
you don't say,

"We're undercover."

You just do what you'd normally
do on a night out.

♪ ♪

Anything?

No, nothing in your size.

Is there anyone here
brave enough to assist me?

How about you, sir?
Don't be shy.

Come on up!

(gasps):
Go on!

I'll do it!
Ah.

We have a volunteer.

A big round of applause,
ladies and gentlemen!

(audience cheers and applauds)

(lid thuds)

(Feathers talking
in background)

(knocking)

Got something?

(grunts)

FEATHERS:
The metamorphosis!

(audience applauding)

(lid drops)

(chuckles)
Bingo.

WILL:
It's a pawn shop receipt.

Silver pendant, gold watch.

It's all the stolen goods.

Well, maybe the shop owner knows
if it was Errol or Feathers.

We'll need that.

Or fingerprints.

Otherwise, she'll deny it

and blame the dead man.

(dog barking)

MAN (on radio):
And now, another delightful
piece

that always puts my mind
at ease.

If you're ever left feeling

like the world has gone
a little topsy-turvy,

then this next hymn should
put you back on an even keel.

(quietly):
She's ironing my ruddy
underpants!

She told me today

she wants to schedule
prayer time.

No wonder the kids
want to leave.

What's that?

A letter to
Harrison and Sons.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot
take up your offer"?

Mm.
What, Es changed her mind?

No, but I'm putting
my foot down.

Uh, we can't control her,
Cath.

She's not a little girl
anymore.

But she is.

I've been thinking,

she should get a job
next year.

Doesn't she deserve a shot
at this job?

Do you know what she deserves?

Not to struggle
with high expectations

and dangerous men.

I was older
when I started work,

and it was bloody tough.

(sighs)

Yeah, but you didn't have
a mum like you at your side.

We've gotta take the leap
with her,

before she doesn't need us.

(clicks tongue, sighs)

♪ ♪

(Mrs. Chapman humming)

You know you're gonna
have to give Mrs. C the shove.

So, how long's it been
since your last confession?

(chuckles)

What made you start
this place

and not stick with the café?

Stability isn't always
happiness.

Or fulfillment.

Do you think someone
can be fulfilled

and also be coasting?

Isn't that the ideal?

(both laugh)

What's brought this on?

I want new challenges.

And I guess I'm...

I'm just scared in doing that,
I'm gonna let people down.

When I left Grantchester,

I felt I'd let everyone down.

But I found people here
who need me more.

If I'd stayed, I'd...

You were brilliant.

You'd still be.

I'd be bitter and resentful.

Living half a life.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Mm, morning, Vicar.

If you want a job,

I'm in need of an assistant.

And I'm in need of answers.

And no games, please.

♪ ♪

(people talking in background)

Any trouble last night?

I didn't see you
after the show.

Uh, no, no.

The girl, Feathers, was fine,
so we-- I went home.

Right.

Everything all right now?

Yes, completely.

Just working out how to get
over to Newnham.

Need to get a statement
signed.

Well, Larry'll take you.

Larry, Miss Scott needs a lift
to Newnham.

I can't, boss.
Oh, it's fine, I can make
my own way there.

I gotta file an incident.
It's just a jiffy on the bus.

On a littering incident.

Larry, reports can wait--
go on.

You all right?

Too many beers last night,
was it?

No, no, just...

(quietly):
You two.

You didn't!

No! No!

Bloody Nora!

Please.
The whole world's
gone topsy...

Just, shut up!

Please, sir!

He's sweet, but it was
a mistake-- he'll understand.

Please say nothing!

WILL:
So I asked Feathers, "Why now?

Why audition this week?"

Because she wanted
to leave.

She said as much.

No.

She knew Nanna was selling.

So, Feathers killed Errol,
to go it alone.

No.

Who else was Errol close with?

Jerry?

But he's got an alibi.

How good is it?

Because I think
I have his motive.

(calls):
Larry!

(man coughs in background)

La...
(exhales)

Jerry McAllister-- his alibi
on the night of the murder.

Witnesses place him
entertaining the kids.

As himself,

or as a clown?

♪ ♪

Saturday night, after the show,
but before the accident,

you said you were trying out
for the circus.

Jerry gave me a shot
at clowning.

Entertain the kids
during dinner.

You were wearing face paint?

Yeah.

Jerry gave me this one to copy.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
Every clown's makeup is unique.

Except on Saturday night,

when you got Nick Jeffries
to copy this.

The Pogo makeup.
So?

I let the kid
borrow my look.

But for a dozen
witnesses,

that put Pogo, you,

in the dining area
between 8:00 and 9:00,

when you were really
sabotaging Errol's rifle.

I'd never hurt anyone
in my troupe.

WILL:
Star athlete turned head clown.

Traveling the country.

Running a tight ship.

Loving your job.

Absolutely.

And 20 years later,
you find yourself middle-aged,

with back pain
and an opium habit.

So when you learn Nanna's
selling up,

you find you've no money,
no pension, no future.

You've every right
to feel bitter.

WILL:
And rubbing salt in the wound

is a young woman who's not
only going to escape your fate,

she's going to do better
than you ever did.

She's a thief--
you know that, right?

This is a machine
built on trust.

Your words.

I don't trust her--
she's trouble.

Always has been.

Too good for the trapeze,

too good to be
Errol's assistant.

Too good to be in our circus.

I reckon her leaving
made Nanna want to quit.

She thinks she's better than us.

Needed to be taken down
a peg.

(exhales)

I swapped the handcuffs.

She was supposed to get trapped,
made a proper fool of.

She turned it round.

Biggest applause of the run.

If she had a chip on
her shoulder before...

She's a menace.

Imagine she got
that audition,

got the Palladium,

with no graft, no ethic.

Cheating and tricking her way.

She had to be stopped--
somebody had to...

It were meant to be her.

♪ ♪

There was a time you could've
taken your chances elsewhere.

An Olympic qualifier,
coasting in a circus.

Until the regrets got so big,

so bitter...

...they killed a man.

GEORDIE:
But seeing someone grow up
and grow beyond you,

it's a hard thing.

You think so?
Mm.

I said as much
to Cathy about Esme.

It'll be Ernie and James
in no time.

(chuckles)

I'd, uh, better be going.

Will.

♪ ♪

Let's make the most
of this summer.

Make it the best one ever.

♪ ♪

Boss.

Mm?
Bag of money
from the circus,

lab reckons it's all fake.

I followed up

on the pawn shop receipt, too--
couldn't find them.

The shop doesn't exist.

So no pawn shop
and no money.

Weird, ain't it?

Hm.

You saw it,
then it vanished.

It's kind of like an illusion.

WILL:
I know at times,

the world can feel
like a circus.

Three billion acts, all trapped
under the same big tent,

all clamoring for attention.

It can be scary
and disorientating.

It's no wonder that we cling on
to old certainties.

They're the hands we hold
in the dark.

But one day, we may reach out

and find those hands are gone.

Or that by clinging tight
to them,

we've missed out on the chance

to stand tall,
to see further on our own.

We must accept change,

as it always comes.

And we cannot let regret

eat away at us.

Peter says, "Use whatever gift

you have received
to serve others."

For in the end, we have a duty

to be all we can be.

I, uh, hope I'm not too late.

About the position?

No, not yet.

(click)

♪ ♪

(baby cooing)

GEORDIE:
Well, it's a baby.

We have a witness.

WILL:
Ernie?

I love this place.

You having second thoughts?
No.

WILL: I just want to find
the right moment.

♪ ♪

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