All language subtitles for Grantchester.S10E02.720p.WEB-DL.x264-JiVE

(children calling and laughing)

I am always here to serve

and to listen.

A computer has stolen
my job.

I've arranged
to meet my parents.

What if they reject you again?

JONES (on phone):
Your father.

The funeral was last week.

(giggling,
gasps)

ALPHY:
Everyone knows.

Even the criminals.

I want to find someone,

like you found Cathy.

♪ ♪

I'm Margaret, by the way.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(both laughing)

Are you sure...
(inaudible)

Yes!

♪ ♪

Why am I always the last one
to find out everything?

Find out what?

Mr. Draper's run
the stock order.

I didn't even get a look at it.

Well, you've just
told me.

So, technically, now I'm
the last one to find out.

This is
the final straw.
(packet pounds)

Hop it,
you lot.

(grunts)

I mean, I'm sure
it's just an oversight.

He promised me a say
in our summer range.

I've always wanted to.

Dotty says I got an eye
for it.

(house door closes)

He ignored you on purpose?

You have any evidence?
(exhales)

It's not a police case, Geordie.

No.

But if you're gonna
jack in a job

you've spent six years
toiling at...

...and being brilliant at...
(phone ringing)

...you'd better be sure.

Besides, he probably ordered
all the stuff you like anyway.

(phone continues)

(sighs)

Hello.

LARRY (over phone):
Boss.

Body's been found.

Young lady on the common.

ALPHY:
Next time, we should
bring a picnic.

MEG:
Next time?

I mean, if, if, if you want to.

Would you let me drive?

Drive Pep?

The car has a name?

Of course the car has a name.

(laughs)

And you driving,
well, it would depend.

On what?

On what you've brought
for the swap.

Mmm.

I will be judging.

Then you first.

♪ ♪

(dog barking in distance)

(dog barking in distance)

Have you read it?

Been meaning to.

A wholesome story

of a promising young lady
that's actually quite racy.

Mmm.

This made you think of me?

No-- no, not like that.

Whyever not?
(laughs)

(chuckles)

Here you are.

This, this the one
about the asylum?

Yes.

Cooped up
with the crazies.

A village vicar might relate.

(both chuckle)

♪ ♪

(engine revs)

(brakes squeak,
parking brake engages)

(engine stops)
That was fun.

Thanks, Pep.

You sure I can't
drop you home?

I really do fancy the walk.

I mean, you could come in,
if, if you wanted.

I shouldn't.

No.

Mm.

♪ ♪

I should go.

Yeah, well, those books
won't lend themselves.

Exactly.

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

Oh.

ALPHY (muttering):
Oh, God, oh, God.

(car door closes)

My Lord.

Reverend Kottaram.

Dad.

Dad?

I was going to mention it.

(car door closes)
GEORDIE:
What have we got, Larry?

LARRY:
Dog walker found her
this morning.

GEORDIE:
We investigating
traffic accidents now?

It's a bit of a conundrum,
boss.

(car door closes)
A conundrum?

You allowed to use
that many syllables?

I'm trying to
better myself.

For Jennifer.

Miss Scott.

Yeah, I know who
Jennifer is, Larry.

What's the conundrum?

No sign
of the scooter's key.

Uniform searched
everywhere.

She couldn't drive it
without one.

So how did she fatally
ride into a tree

when she couldn't
even start the engine?

Plus, grass and mud marks
on the scooter,

but none on the girl.

Reckon it's been
staged.

You run the plates
yet?

Still waiting
on it.

I've got her I.D.,
though.

Christina Parsons.

Student at Newnham, too.

Says that on her license?

Her scarf.

You might want
to brush up

You might want
to brush up

on your college colors
next.

Sorry, boss.

Figured it were for part
of her Mod look.

The what look?

Kids on scooters--
sharp clothes.

Amphetamines.

Another bloody gang.

Anything else in the bag?

Some kind of writing
on the inside.

That's a coin ring.

A dollar.

"In God We Trust."

LARRY:
Mark on her finger.

She's been wearing it on and off
for a while.

♪ ♪

"Being and Nothingness."

Sounds like the contents
of my wallet.

You read it?

No.

But I know a man who might have.

BISHOP:
I'm fully aware
of your reputation.

(sternly):
And my daughter is
not some conquest

to be added to your tally.
(house door opens)

(house door closes)
LEONARD (calling out):
Alphy?!

Psst.

BISHOP (in distance):
This is simply intolerable
behavior.

And your ignorance
is not an excuse.

What's happening?

Is this behavior fitting
for a man of the cloth?
Oh.

Hello.

Meg, isn't it?

(whispering):
Hello again.

(softly):
Miss Grey is the bishop's
daughter.

The bishop's...

BISHOP:
Your reputation...

Oh.

(whispers):
Oh!

What brings you here?

Oh, just at a loose end.

BISHOP (calling):
Margaret!

♪ ♪

We're going.

(house door opens)
(mouths)

(house door closes)

(sighs)

(whines softly)

♪ ♪

You'll be wanting a brandy.

MRS. CHAPMAN:
The back seat of a Triumph
is no place

to deflower
a daughter of the cloth.
(exhales)

"Daughter of the cloth"
is not a real phrase, Mrs. C.

And there was no deflowering.

MRS. CHAPMAN:
I've told you.

There are plenty
of eligible women

here in the village.
Please.

Not now.
(phone ringing)

Be a dear and get that,
would you?

(phone continues)

The bishop's daughter.

I didn't know.

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Vicarage.

Bit early for me, I think.

It's Geordie.

I can tell you exactly
what he's going to say.

You sly old dog.

ALPHY: Don't.

I really liked her.

(sighing):
But how can it work now?

♪ ♪

I'll trade your romantic crisis
for an existential one.

Boss.

The scooter wasn't registered

in Christina Parsons' name.

It's owned by a Peter Grayson.

A boyfriend, perhaps?

LARRY:
You can ask him yourself.

We just brought him in.

(people talking in background)

(people talking in background)

MISS SCOTT:
Mr. Grayson's been here before.

♪ ♪

Peter Grayson.

You're a janitor at
the university laboratory.

That where you met
Christina Parsons?

Chrissy, yeah.
Mm.

Can't believe she's gone.

(voice trembling):
Saw her last night.

You loaned her your scooter?

She'd borrowed it

to nip up to the lab
and finish some work.

Had a rice pudding
waiting for her.

What time was this?

About half eight?

She was staying
with you?

She'd drop over sometimes.

GEORDIE:
Was she your girlfriend?

(hesitantly):
I guess.

We hadn't done anything,

but she liked to hang out.

A posh, pretty college girl

was just hanging out
round your flat?

Yeah.

Yeah, look, she liked the scene.

She...

Probably wouldn't've said
two words to me in my overalls,

but she saw me in my suit

down the Mitre,
and we got chatting.

Spent nights and nights
poring over that jukebox.

Swapping records at the lab.

Did you give her this?

No, um...

Never seen it before.

What about this book?

Yeah.

Said she wanted to know
what being a Mod was about.

Well, you're the first gang
I've come across

with its own reading list.

Well, Sartre says
most people spend

their whole lives
not realizing

they're doing exactly
what's expected of 'em.

And instead they should do what,
buy a scooter?

You're a gang.

And gangs always get
violent.

And we've had you in here before
for brawling.

I didn't start that.

You didn't stop it,
either.

So maybe you and Chrissy
fell out.

You threw a punch.
Never.

ALPHY:
Or maybe a rival gang
came for you,

and she got caught in between?

She was at the lab last night.

That's where you should look.

You think another student
did this?

♪ ♪

All I know is, it's
a bloody shark tank in there.

♪ ♪

Thank you.
You're welcome,
sir.

(sighs)

Porter saw Chrissy last night.

She arrived before 9:00,
left after 10:00.

It was definitely her?

Mmm-- wearing the helmet
and pushing the scooter.

(inhales):
She was a researcher
for a Professor Aldo.

(clears throat)

These results show that
mutations in proteins and DNA

accumulate over time.

And the rate at which they
accumulate is not random,

but actually
relatively constant,

as you can see
from this table.

GEORDIE:
Professor Aldo?

Uh, you're early.

He's in here next.

Do you mind if we wait?

As I was saying,

the results show
the number of differences

between human and
gorilla hemoglobin chains

is measurable,
which suggests

is measurable,
which suggests

a sequence of mutations away
from a common chain ancestor.

ALDO:
You are to retract this at once!

Please, Clarence,
I'm not finished.
You will be finished

if you cannot demonstrate
your proof.

GEORDIE:
Professor Aldo?

Not now.
JOSHI:
Let's call it

a day here, everyone.

The results are all in my paper.

It shouldn't
have been published.

Your jealousy

is very unbecoming.

Get off my arm!
You'll ruin this for
all of us, you know.

What, because I'm a woman?

The frontiers of science

are not pushed back
by people like you.

(Joshi scoffs)

Stupid old pig!

(groans)

Damn you!
Let's all calm down.

I'll see you thrown out
for this.
GEORDIE: Enough.

♪ ♪

ALPHY:
Things got a little heated
in there.

That man really can be
quite a prig.

You know, he thinks
the genetic differences

between the races and sexes

will prove a pecking order.

You don't agree.

With a man who's never been
further than Peterborough?

A limited data set
in a limited mind.

Real science is about
dreaming the impossible.

Very poetic.

GEORDIE:
And what exactly is it

you've been dreaming?

My current fascination,

which also happens to be
Aldo's fascination,

is with
the molecular clock theory.

That we can deduce
the point in time

two species diverged,

based on markers
in their biology.

♪ ♪

I can explain it to you--
I cannot understand it for you.

Unlike Joshi, I'm not reckless
with my proclamations.

Science is built
on verifiable data.

Evidence leads theory.

Precisely.

She published in a rush.

Clarence sat on his results,
checking and rechecking.

Now he's stewing
in his room,

while I've got a faculty dinner
tonight in my honor.

So publishing first's
a big deal.

With the right paper,
a man could make faculty chair

in a few years.

Or a woman.

♪ ♪

Chrissy Parsons died on the
way home from here last night.

She was a researcher of yours.

It's a truly terrible loss.

We believe Chrissy was here
at the lab

between 8:30 and 10:00 p.m.

Where were you?

I'd have been reading,
in my rooms.

Were you aware that Chrissy
was in with a gang of Mods?

That spivvy janitor?

He was a, a distraction,
a dalliance.

You don't think
she was serious about him?

Oh, no, not at all.

No, the real damaging influence
here is Professor Joshi.

Too keen, too ambitious.

Too Indian?

JOSHI:
I was alone last night,

preparing for
this morning's lecture.

Am I a suspect?

Just throwing out ideas.

Just throwing out ideas.

Huh.

Well, here's one
for you.

You've seen Aldo's attitude
towards women.

Maybe Chrissy got a bit
too uppity for his liking.

He said you were too ambitious.

My only ambition is to get a
fair shake at this without being

shoved aside
for not fitting in.

Maybe you can understand that.

♪ ♪

Was there anyone else
Chrissy was working with?

I got in
on a scholarship.

I didn't realize
how overwhelming it'd be.

The rules, the cliques.

You knew Chrissy Parsons?

TERRY:
Yeah.

She was brilliant.

I never met anyone like her
back home.

There was no conflict?

What, with you being
on Joshi's team

and her on Aldo's?

Stuck here all hours.

There's no point
in making it a race.

I'd help her
with practical kit.

She'd help me, um...

Uh, make sense of life here.

Pretty lass
like that,

taking you under her wing.

You must've been sweet on her.

Everybody was.

You recognize this ring?

Yeah, she used to wear it.

You were here last night?

Uh, collecting results
in the lab.

I saw Chrissy come in
about 9:00,

checking Aldo's electrophoresis
and chromatography tests.

She left after an hour,
and I didn't stay much after.

You saw her leave?

(sighs):
Was she worried?

Upset?

She'd been fighting
with her boyfriend.

♪ ♪

Uh, the Mod fella.

(talking softly)

Terry's story
checks out.

Chrissy Parsons wheeled Peter
Grayson's scooter out of here

just after 10:00.

She's then found dead
in the woods early this morning.

And Aldo and Joshi
have no alibi.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Grayson.

Nor does our janitor.
(exhales):
Yeah.

Too many suspects,
not enough clues.
Mmm.

Right, come on.

Pathologist's report'll be in.

Well, it can't have
been easy for Joshi.

Working alongside that bigot.

Well, at least
the world's changing.

Wouldn't have had her here
back when I was a kid.

Nor you in the vicarage.

That's got to count
for something.

Yeah.

But being the first
Indian face anywhere,

it's like another label
to stick on you.

Sartre called labels a way
to avoid responsibility.

Take them away,
and who are we, really?

What's left underneath?

A fella in the nuddy?

(both chuckle)

(both chuckle)

GEORDIE:
So cause of death
was a head trauma.

The tree?

Pathologist suggests
a flat surface.

A hard table or floor
maybe?

Well, the porter said

he saw her leaving
in her helmet

"like a jockey."

She wasn't wearing it

when she bashed her head.

You'd expect more blood
on the parka and all,

but it's clean.

Could she have been dressed
in it after she was killed?

Yeah, and there are
puncture wounds here.

All over her shoulder.

And across her back.

Too neat to be from the tree.

And nothing matches
on the scooter.

(knock at door)

Here's that paperwork
you wanted.

Thank you, Miss Scott.

(clears throat)

Boss, wait!

Larry!

Mmm?

♪ ♪

Well, what's this?
It...

That's not supposed
to be in there.

♪ ♪

Oh, Christ on a bike, Larry.

Oh, Larry!

♪ ♪

(door closes)

What did it say?

Nothing a vicar should hear.

It won't last.

And then it'll be me
who has to deal

with his big, sad,
puppy-dog eyes for weeks on end.

(in distance):
Oh, Larry.

(Geordie clears throat)

Oh!

Speaking of
doomed romances,

how do you fancy
some new reading material?

Well, since you no longer
have any plans for tonight.

Ah, how considerate.

What's in it?

Joshi's published paper.
(exhales)

Chrissy's notebooks.

And old files of Aldo's.

(inhales)

"Heterogeneity
and Molecular Evolution

Through Hemoglobin."

Yeah, simply rolls off
the tongue, hm.

Hang on.

Professor Aldo mentions
an interest in numismatics.

Mmm.

Yeah, most fellas
like a new miss.

(phone ringing in background)

That was bad,
even for you.

Numismatics.

He's into coins.

♪ ♪

I share this fascination
with Newton.

He was master of the Mint,
you know, after he studied here.

Well, you must have
a good eye for them.

I like to think so.
Mm-hmm.

You recognize this one?

♪ ♪

I think you made it.

For Chrissy Parsons.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
I've seen these before.

Yanks stationed here

used to make them
for their sweethearts.

I studied at Berkeley
in the '40s.

Learned there.

It requires older coins--
higher silver content, you see?

Were you having an affair with
Chrissy Parsons, Professor?

That's not what happened.

Beautiful girl.

Working closely.

Over long hours and late nights.

It's not hard to imagine.

You're making it sound seedy.

ALPHY:
You're a married man

and she's half your age.

But it wasn't some grubby tryst.

How long had it been
going on?

Six months.

A little more.

Mmm.

You knew about Peter Grayson?

(scoffs):
The janitor.

She took pity on him.

Like tending an injured bird.

And you didn't think any of this
was pertinent to the case?

It had nothing to do
with her death.

ALPHY:
But it had everything
to do with your standing.

Hoping you shine bright enough
to be the faculty chair,

when the truth is, your
reputation's already tarnished.

Maybe you didn't shrug off
the Mod lad so easily.

Maybe you told her to leave him,
or maybe

she left you.

Either way, we've seen

it doesn't take much
for you to get angry,

and physical, with a woman.

I did nothing wrong.

ALPHY:
A man in a position of power
seducing a younger woman.

Sounds pretty wrong to me.

Did you kill her?

No, I bloody did not!
(pounds table, chair scrapes)

Your alibi

is unverifiable.

Your affair
is a damaging secret.

You had every reason
to want to control Chrissy.

I'd say the evidence
is leading the theory one way.

No, Inspector.

Just because I can't prove
I was in my rooms last night

doesn't mean you can place me
at the scene of the crime.

(door opens,
Alphy sighs)

(door closes)

He's right.

Look, Peter didn't seem to know
about her affair with Aldo.

Maybe he was the one
who found out and snapped.

And he's short an alibi.

We still need to find
the keys to that scooter.

And what made the marks on
Chrissy's shoulder and back.

Well, the answer lies
somewhere between the lab

and where she was found
on the common.

Come on.

Larry.

Put this back with Chrissy
Parsons' personal effects.

Boss.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
See if you can find
that student Terry.

I'm gonna take a look
around outside.

(knock at door)

(knock at door)

Oh, hi, Mr. Kottaram.

Can I take a look around?

(grunts)
Hey!

(grunts)
(others laughing)

MAN:
Off you go, Paddy.

MAN 2:
Go on-- see you, Paddy.

That's it, keep on walking.
MAN 1:
Bye, Terry.

(men snickering)

(exhales)

(people talking in background)

Does this happen a lot?

Often enough to remind me
of my place.

Chrissy used to stop them,
but now...

Back to being
an outsider.

You're in the building,
but you're not in the club.

(chuckles):
Yeah.

But now you've helped
Professor Joshi publish,

surely it'll lead
to fortune and glory?

I'm just hoping for a paid job.

It'd make a bigger difference to
my family than a tiny citation

in a journal.

(footsteps approaching)

Back again,
Mr. Kottaram?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ALPHY:
I'm trying to understand
the rivalries

and politics in the lab.

How Chrissy fitted in
here.

Like a glove.

The whole family are Oxbridge
to the bone.

Hmm.

It wasn't as easy
for you.

No easier than for a convert
to the church, I imagine.

I'm not a convert.

I chose this.

I grew up with it.
(inhales)

Bible stories before bed
every night.

And you think that what
the church has made you into,

that's true to
who you really are?

This is who I am.

It doesn't get more
quintessentially British

than the vicar of
a quaint little village.

You'll tell me next
that your police friend

accepts you, too.

(bell ringing in distance)

That's not fair.

Geordie's a good man.

He's using you.

Walking around with
a handsome Indian vicar.

Everyone assuming
he's moral and accepting

and not the fist
of the status quo.

Now you're judging.

Raised by the church, seeing
the world through their eyes.

You trust
all the wrong people.

And your sari's
in the wash, is it?

I wish you could see
how much you've been skewed.

GEORDIE (calling):
Alphy?

What have you got?

There's blood
outside the lab window.

And I double-checked
the porter's logs.

Someone else was
in there last night.

Someone else was
in there last night.

Peter Grayson.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
Peter.

Oi!

♪ ♪

(grunting)

♪ ♪

We just want to talk.
(bag unzips)

♪ ♪

Yeah.

Well, look at that.

Keys to the scooter.

A pretty serious talk.

I didn't put the keys there.

What, someone planted them
in your bag?

On a shift,
bags go in the staff room.

Anyone could've sneaked in.

You told us you were
at home last night.

You were waiting for Chrissy
with a bowl of rice pudding.

You lied.

Did you know Chrissy
was having an affair

with Professor Aldo?

So, Chrissy went to
the college on your bike.

You followed, attacked her.

(voice trembles):
No.
Probably in a jealous rage.

Dragged her body
out of the window,

laid her out
on the common.

It was one of those
posh bastards.

They think they're
untouchable,

better than
ordinary people.

You're always an outsider.

Exactly.

Then why were you there
last night?

I was on a shift.

Peter.
Hm.

We checked your rota.

Fine.

I was...

I was in the library.

Bollocks you were.

"This preservation
of favorable variations

"and the rejection
of injurious variations

I call natural selection."

♪ ♪

Darwin,
"Origin of the Species,"

chapter four, page 81.

I'm not allowed
in the library.

Could lose my job
over it.

♪ ♪

Been studying for weeks now.

Wanted to impress Chrissy.

♪ ♪

The college librarian
confirms she signed out

a batch of biology books
to a man matching

Peter Grayson's description
last night.

So he is telling the truth.

It's quite a conundrum.

So maybe the killer's trying
to frame Peter.

Mm.
(inhales)

And we're no closer
to catching them.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

Come in.

(clears throat softly)

I've been thinking
on it all day.

On what?

Well, on you.

All day at work,

round and round in my head,

and I am so sorry
about this morning.

I should've said something
sooner.

When were you going
to tell me?

When were you going
to tell me?

I don't know.

I was seeing
how things went.

(chuckles)

So you were stringing me along?

Or was it just to piss off
your father?

What are you talking about?
A year ago,

he almost had me ousted
from here

because of...

Well, because of who I am,
where I'm from.

I didn't know that--
I had no idea!

A man like me
dating his daughter,

you didn't think that would be,

at the least,

extremely awkward?

I am not my father.

Alphy...

No.

But I can't trust either of you.

(house door opens)

I see.

(house door closes)

LEONARD (knocking, calling):
Alphy?

(exhales):
Meg...

Well, goodbye.

♪ ♪

(house door opens)
Oh, sorry.

Am I disturbing?
(house door closes)

No.

Not at all.

I wondered if you might care
to join me

at the pictures.

To take your mind off things.

It's either "A Kind of Loving,"
with that lovely Alan Bates,

or "Carry On Cruising."

Not tonight, I'm afraid.

I've got homework.

Oh.

Of course.

What is it?

Science papers.

One of Geordie's cases.

Now, I thought I grasped
the basics, but

Dickens has a better shot
at understanding this, you know?

May I?

Mm.

Oh, dear.

Escape to your movie.

(chuckling): There must be a
million other things

you could do tonight.

To be honest,
I just wanted

a night away
from the halfway house.

And with Daniel absent...

Then make yourself
at home.

I've made samosas.

Oh!
Mm.

It's a slightly
sad attempt

at trying to prove
something to myself.

♪ ♪

An identity crisis
on a plate.

(chuckles)

It tastes better
with one of these.

(with mouth full):
Mm, I won't.

Could I trouble you
for a sherry?

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Okay, Cathy.

Here we are with the
Swinnerton's summer season!

Off we go, then.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

These are the best ones?

Smile, Dora!

It's hardly haute couture,
is it?

It's hardly haute couture,
is it?

None of these are cool.

They're so boring.

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Nonsense.

That's a very pleasant shade
of brown.

CATHY:
These are bad, Sylvia.

Last time I saw whirlaways
like that,

we were rationing.

Mr. Draper's picked nothing new.

He knows people like
what people like.

People like choice.

They'd buy new styles
if we offered 'em.

Like in
Carnaby Street.

This one is itching me
something rotten.

So order better stuff.

Oh, I wish.

I'm not in charge, am I?

That's been made
perfectly clear.

You would do
a much better job, Mum.

♪ ♪

(sighs deeply)

You're struggling, too?

My mind keeps wandering.

Is it to do with this,

or the bishop's daughter?

It's both.

I had a run-in with
Professor Madhu Joshi today.

You know,
I thought we connected.
(inhales sharply)

Both outsiders,

working with people
who didn't want us there.

But she turned on me.

She'd made out I was a naive,
white-pleasing sell-out.

What nonsense!

Being used by Geordie,
being used by the church.

(slurring slightly):
She's just bitter.

People get twisted out of shape

pretending to be
something they're not.

Before Daniel, I got engaged.

To a woman.

You can imagine how that ended.

(chuckles)

Mm.

(bottle clinking)

But then I lashed out at Meg.

Accused her of using me
to annoy her father.

Ah.

That's what that was.

You don't really think that?

I know I don't trust
her father.

I'm not particularly
fond of him, either,

but be careful you're not
tarring Meg

with the same brush.

Sometimes the apple
escapes the tree.

Did you get that
capacity for compassion

from your parents?

(inhales):
I suppose sometimes

you get the best.

And sometimes they hand down
their flaws

and throw in some new ones
for good measure.

Ignore me.

I'm just mad at Daniel
and all his family nonsense.

(chuckles)
Besides,

the finest minds in Cambridge

are wrestling
with these very questions.

How are we to know?

You want to trade?

Mix it up?

Sure.

(groans)

And I'll fetch us another.

No, wait, I've...

♪ ♪

I've already seen these.

You can't have-- I thought
you gave it to me first.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Geordie,
I've found something.

Leonard and I have been
trying

to make sense of this
all evening.

Uh, you know you only read
the start and the end?

You didn't read the whole thing,
did you?

It was very insightful.

Look at
these two pages.

The handwriting on the margins--
it's different.

No, no--
look at the numbers.

These are
Professor Aldo's figures

and these are
Professor Joshi's.

♪ ♪

They're exactly the same.

We need to talk
to Professor Joshi.

♪ ♪

(glass shatters)

♪ ♪

Professor?

♪ ♪

(sighs):
Get out.

What's going on here?

I'm working--
it's what it takes.

(exhales deeply)

Think she needs water.
I'll get it.

I'm fine.

Stop being used by him.

♪ ♪

(bottle and glass clink)

♪ ♪

Geordie?
GEORDIE:
What?

This is a DNA model, but

it's been broken.

(papers shifting)

Stupid test.

Easy.

♪ ♪

I didn't notice this before,

but I've been looking
at this shape all night.

So? A model's been broken.
(exhales)

♪ ♪

Broken by a fight?

Something made
puncture wounds

in Chrissy Parsons's
back and arm.

♪ ♪

(cars passing, people talking
in background)

GEORDIE:
I'm no academic,

but if you'd humor me,
Professor,

I'd like to present the results
of my own research.

Starts two nights ago,

when Chrissy Parsons
was killed in the laboratory.

The blood on the DNA model

and the puncture marks

on her arm and back
attest to that.

I had nothing
to do with her death.

The porter thought
he saw Chrissy leave.

Likely, it was the killer
in Chrissy's parka and helmet,

to make it appear that
the murder happened off-campus.

They went back,

removed her body
through the window,

then wheeled the scooter
across the common

and ran it into a tree.

Left her body beside it
to suggest an accident.

Yeah, they were clever, too.

If we didn't buy the accident,

they had the keys
to plant on Peter Grayson.

Please, get to your point.

I reckon someone as smart as you
can see where this is going.

This salt-of-the-earth routine
is most tiring.

The endless class war.

You love taking people apart,
don't you?

From their DNA
to their personalities,

pick, pick, pick.

I must've really touched a nerve
with you yesterday.

See, the thing is,

everything you picked at me
for...

Well, I think
that was really about you.

Always insecure.

Always an outsider.

You've no idea.

You never had to question
what you were giving up.

Or maybe

I really am comfortable

being a quintessential
English vicar.

Whereas, the harder
you tried to fit in,

pretending to be
something you're not,

the more you hated it.

The only murder
you can pin on me

is for the little Indian girl
I was,

with a thick accent,

who wore bright saris

and ran barefoot
in the sunshine.

She was the sacrifice
to put me here.

GEORDIE:
Why were you at the lab
last night,

and not at a fancy dinner?

♪ ♪

Something more important
came up.

♪ ♪

These are your published
results.

(clears throat)

ALPHY:
And this is Chrissy's
record

of Professor Aldo's
experiments.

I might just be a
salt-of-the-earth copper,

but those numbers
look very similar to me.

Odd.

Particularly as
Aldo's experiments

are dated before yours.

GEORDIE:
You said he sat on
his own results for too long.

Maybe he sat just long enough
for you to steal them

Maybe he sat just long enough
for you to steal them

and publish first.

I got the jump on him.

I knew if he could prove it,
I'd get there, too.

But then yesterday,
he confronted you.

He'd guessed what you'd done.

ALPHY:
That would give you
enough reason

to try and replicate
those results

in your own
desperate experiment.

That's what you were doing
at the lab last night.

But I couldn't replicate them!

Plagiarism ends careers.

If Chrissy found out
what you did...

(inhales)

Well, that would give you
a reason to kill her.

GEORDIE:
Did you murder
Chrissy Parsons?

No!

I did not.

MISS SCOTT:
We've got to get back,
Larry.

Another minute.

I've got work to do,
and so do you.

Wait, look at that,
just up ahead.

Have a seat.

No, I'm going.

You're acting strange.

What's this?

Jenny, look.

What have you
hidden there?

That's a shilling.

Jennifer...
Oh, my God, Larry Peters,

you are not doing this again.

Don't say anything.
(sighs)

Hear me out.

I've met a lot of people
on this job.

I never expected...
We can't.

We talked about this
last year.

Yeah, but that was
'cause we'd,

you know.

The once.

But now we've done it
lots.

If we get married,
I'll have to resign.

Exactly how many married women

do you see working
at the station?

That's all right.

You'd have your hands full
with a baby in a year.

Raise your own bloody baby!

Do you really think
I'm just going to retire

to mother a brood,
or, or be a housewife?

It's just not who I am.

I had it all planned.

First dance.

My speech.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'm so sorry.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
These notes
in Chrissy's margins,

they don't match
Aldo's handwriting.

So why've you brought him in?

Well, maybe Chrissy
leaked the results,

and he found out.

It's worth a shot.

Really, Inspector, this constant
harassment is unforgivable.

(phone ringing in background)

(exhales):
Caught you, did they?

Little thief.

How did you do it?

I couldn't get
my X-ray diffractions

I couldn't get
my X-ray diffractions

anywhere near your numbers.

Clarence.

How did you...

You didn't get them.

(phone ringing)

This way, is it?

You faked your results.

You lied!

But I didn't publish.

So neither of them
actually made a discovery.

Be a shame if
the faculty learned

Aldo's been
falsifying results.

Some days you push
the frontiers of science,

some days
they push back.

ALPHY:
Are you okay?

You were right about me.

Every day was a compromise.

I'm sorry, I really am.

And all of it for nothing.

All of it staked on that paper,

and now it's gone.

♪ ♪

Insecurity.

People lash out
when they're insecure.

When they risk
losing everything.

Come again?

Who else staked their future
on Joshi's paper?

ALPHY:
Professor Joshi

told you all
to dream the impossible.

But then she put you
in an impossible situation.

She asked you to steal
Professor Aldo's results.

No, I'd never do that.

Breaking and entering,
maybe not.

How about sneaking
a look

when helping
his researcher

with her practicals
and essays?

♪ ♪

That's your handwriting

in the margins of
Chrissy Parson's notebook.

Helping her out

as you copied
her numbers.

ALPHY:
She'd have no idea.

At least, not until
Joshi got cocky

and published,

without even verifying
or tweaking the results.

Chrissy must've been
really angry

when she realized
you'd betrayed her.

Not just angry.

No, my guess is
vicious, too.

Because you're an outsider
in that world.

Chrissy wouldn't know
how hard it's been

for you to get there,

because it was never hard
for her.

♪ ♪

(voice trembling):
Everyone thought she was this

brilliant, lovely girl,
but it was skin-deep.

She turned.

Said I didn't belong.

Called me a peasant.

A prole.

(stammering):
She was gonna tell,

and my family, my dad,
they'd know.

And you couldn't let that
happen.

They've sacrificed everything
for me.

They've sacrificed everything
for me.

So I'll be able to do well, and

pull us all up a rung.

But rather than face
their disappointment...

...you killed Chrissy Parsons.

♪ ♪

What happened, Terry?

TERRY (voice breaking):
I, I just...

(crying):
I, I didn't mean to...

You pushed her
into the DNA model.

Then threw her
to the floor.

♪ ♪

The table.

She hit her head,
and that was it.

She was gone.

(crying)

(crying)

♪ ♪

(lock turning)

(Geordie exhales)

SINGERS (on record):
♪ I'm always thinking of you ♪

(pop song continues)
Hello.

Who's playing that racket?
(yips)

(pop song continues)

♪ And if you only knew ♪

♪ What I'm going through ♪

What the hell you playing at?

Get that off.

You're not a bloody girl!

♪ I can't stop thinking of you ♪

(stamp pounds)

I'm looking
for some books.

No books here.

Not for you.

Fair enough.

But can I say, I am so sorry for
yesterday, I really am.

Things have been

difficult
between me and your dad,

and it's, it's made me
a little insecure.

(breathes deeply)

But if you didn't know
any of that...

I really didn't.

...then I was very wrong
to lash out.

And to assume the worst.

Alphy, maybe we just...
I really am

looking for some books.

I've, I've...

Well, I've got a list.

(chuckles)

"The Grapes of Wrath."

What was that one?

It's your list--
"The Grapes of Wrath."

Mm-hmm.

(objects shifting)

What's the next one?

"The Catcher in the Rye."

"The Catcher in the Rye."

Great book.

Great book.

But you need to follow it up

with something a bit more,
you know, upbeat, mm?

"Green Eggs and Ham."

Okay, well, these...

Now, these will turn green
if we wait too long,

so...

What on Earth have you done?

I owed you a picnic.

Do you have a drink, as well?

Mm-hmm,
there is some...

(bottles clinking)
..."Under Milk Wood"

in here, somewhere.

(chuckles)

Okay, this is sweet.

This doesn't have to be the end.

What exactly did you have
in mind?

♪ ♪

Come over for dinner--
I'll cook.

A date?

Mm, let's call it an apology.

Oh, I'll be calling it
"Great Expectations."

(chuckles)

Don't let me down again,
Mr. Kottaram.

♪ ♪

(click)

♪ ♪

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Yoo-hoo!

Only me!

Just found these two
in the churchyard.

David.

MRS. CHAPMAN: This is Joan,
the reverend's niece.

Your niece?

She's in a touch of bother.

GEORDIE: Everyone who witnessed
a murder today, hands up.

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