All language subtitles for Grantchester - 05x04 - Episode 4.MTB.English.C

Suppose I'm lucky you've still
got time for backgammon.

Well, who knows how long before
your evenings are filled with...

other activities.

Your mortal soul... or filling
a space on the parish council?

You can have my soul first.

What?! Bloody hell!

Hey, come on, Geordie. It's just
a bit of fun. OK? Rag week stuff.

Cos there was that fella who did the...

- Yeah.
- One law for the rich.

Oh, and how do you know he's rich?
The clothes?

One law for the clever.

The aliens are coming! Aliens!

Where's your lovely ring?

Gone to a better home.

There can't be a better home
than yours, Mrs C.

Is this about the incident?
The brick through the window?

I'll thank you not to talk about it.

It wasn't a judgment from God.

It was a horrible violation.

After something like that,

it's all the more important
you look after yourself.

Give yourself a treat.

"I pray that women adorn themselves
in modest apparel,

"with shamefacedness and sobriety,

"not costly array."

Sometimes, I wish St Paul hadn't
written quite so many letters!

And don't you think
God just wants us to be happy?

God wants us to be good Christians.

Where on earth does it say in
the Bible he wants us to be happy?

I'm impressed.

I'm not very impressed with myself.

Only you would think that.

Oh, I bet the bishop would
if he knew about it.

I can't keep leaning on you, Vic.

Who else you got?
Well, apart from the big fella upstairs.

I was with Ellie.
Nearly let myself down.

Come on, Will, you're only human!

- I have to be better than that.
- You are better than that!

"Nearly let yourself down," you said.

So, rather than giving
yourself a hard time,

give yourself a pat on the back.

And a good stretch
wouldn't go amiss either.

Ooh! Another cheerful face(!)

They've found a body on the fens.

He's naked.

It's him.

"A bit of fun"?

You print that, I'll make sure
you never get a story again.

What have you got for me then?

- What do you want?
- Cause of death?

As it rained half the night
and he's stark-bollock naked,

I'd say exposure
was a pretty good guess.

So off you trot.

Well?

Got a name?

I was just about to check the tags
on his socks(!)

I got a story yesterday about a
student running naked through town,

shouting that aliens had landed.

Put this in your paper...

"The aliens are helping police
with their investigation."

My source also gave me a name.

- That's enough. Let's move on.
- All right.

All right.

Give me the name and this one'll
fill you in later over a pint.

Supper. At the vicarage. Nice and cosy.

I can't. We have evensong.

You have to eat, don't you?

And she only really
comes alive after sunset.

Chris Hartley, Trinity Hall.

So, when you were a student,
you were naked all the time, were you?

Just high days and holidays.

Will the Conqueror. Good job
our paths didn't cross back then.

Bloody Ellie.

- God, what a mess.
- Did he do this?

Well, the bedder said the bed
was unslept in.

She didn't say the place
had been turned over!

- So, someone's been here since.
- What were they looking for?

Well, if they found it easily,

they wouldn't have had to make
such a mess.

You said you wanted anything
from the postmortem?

- Mm.
- Only... there isn't anything.

No alcohol in his system.

Well, last movements...

Who's "M.L."?

Get a list of names of people
at the college.

Guv.

What?

It could be Master's Lodge.

Now, why didn't you think of that, hmm?

Come on.

Obviously we want to help
in whatever way we can.

It's not him, is it? It's not Chris?

My wife, Dr Munroe.

Dr Munroe. I'm afraid it is.

- Judy, go and have a lie down.
- How can I?!

- Please.
- Before you do...

Could I ask if Chris saw
either of you here yesterday?

I was expecting him,
but he didn't show up.

Oh. What was the purpose of his visit?

My wife is a Fellow in Psychology
at Girton.

Chris Hartley was studying psychology.

Chris asked my advice on essays
and life and...

Oh, God, his father, he's visiting,
he won't know yet.

- Douglas, this is all my fault...
- Judy!

I should have done more to talk him
out of it. He trusted me.

- Talk him out of what?
- My wife is distressed.

- I must insist...
- You said you wanted to help.

Talk him out of what?

- Adler's trial.
- Which is?

Martin Adler is Professor
of Experimental Psychology

and esteemed Fellow of this college.

Esteemed?! Look what that esteem
has done for Chris Hartley.

Chris is on a trial Professor Adler
is running,

studying the effects
of a new chemical on psychotherapy.

It's extremely dangerous,
a psychotomimetic.

Imagine I didn't go to Cambridge...

It works by replicating the effects
of psychosis.

It makes people mad.

A chemical that makes people mad.
That's just what the world needs(!)

Lysergic acid diethylamide.
LSD for short.

A father should never have to do this.

I don't understand.

What was he doing out in that state?

He's such a timid lad.

We have an avenue of enquiry.

Mr Hartley...

Was there any particular reason you
decided to visit Chris this week?

I'm on my own.

He's all I've got.

It's just him... and me.

LSD is a miracle of modern science.

It helps the analysand remember
things they've shut away

and gain insights they might not
achieve with years of therapy.

That's not how Dr Munroe describes it.

Ah, well, the Master's wife
is limited in her thinking

and perhaps more than a little irritated

that I got funding for my research
and she didn't.

- It's a psycho...
- Psychotomimetic.

It drives people mad.

I've used LSD on myself to no ill
effects. Quite the opposite. It's...

It's God in a bottle.

All those things men used to look
to religion for,

we can now understand and cure with
psychotherapy and psychedelics.

Christianity isn't just a tool
to make you feel better.

It's the truth.

You might want to talk
to someone about that.

I could recommend a very good
psychotherapist.

Maybe for you, it's God in a bottle,

but for Chris Hartley,
it was delusions and death.

That could never have been LSD.
My research requires just tiny amounts.

My subjects leave as sober,
as normal as your or I.

Yes?

Ah, Remi! I'll be five minutes...
Actually, no, no, come in. Come in.

Remi here, he's on the trial.

Remi, could you explain to my visitors?
Does LSD make you mad?

Mad?!

It makes me feel at peace.
One with the world.

And afterwards?

Afterwards, you feel like your
old self, only with more insight.

You heard about Chris Hartley?

Abducted by aliens.

He ran out to the fens naked
and now he's dead.

Any idea why?

Thank you, Remi. Five minutes.

You said you just administer tiny drops.

Is it possible Chris
had more than he should?

I keep it under lock and key.

Exactly as it was yesterday morning.

Where do you get it from?

- Lovely!
- Hi.

Enjoy your plate!

Mum, what are you doing?

You can't sell this stuff,
it's precious!

I can hardly run the house
on the pittance

you and Geordie put in the pot!

And you need to get rid of junk,
so, two birds, one stone!

Take it all back inside
before Geordie sees it.

You know your problem, Cathy?

You've never known a good thing
when you see it.

Whereas old rubbish,
you think is marvellous!

Oh! Now look what you've made me do!

I'm only making it
to Professor Adler's demand.

We're not storing gallons of the stuff.

Is it complicated?

Could someone make it in their kitchen?

If they had first-rate lab equipment

and a doctorate in Organic Chemistry.

I'm pretty sure we're the only
people in England making this.

- Just going for a cigarette.
- Thank you.

You're a friend of Remi's?

No. Who's Remi?

You row in the same boat.

What's your name, son?

Peter Soosai.

Well, Peter, Remi's told us everything.

So don't make it worse
for yourself by lying.

Tell us about the LSD.

He wanted his own supply.
Gave me five pounds to make it.

Who am I to stand in the way
of a fellow student's research?

We wanted to try the acid
with each other.

Not in Adler's study.

A shared experience.

This is a university education?

Go on.

We were going to do it this weekend.

But, after I heard about Chris
running around the town naked...

I went and looked for the vial
under his bed.

And, did you find it?

It wasn't there.

- I looked everywhere.
- We noticed(!)

Getting the scholarship to study here...

...it's the best thing that's ever
happened to me and my family.

If I got sent down...

I thought if I could just get
the vial back...

Am I in trouble?

Thing is, Remi, and it pains me
to say this...

apart from briefly obstructing
my investigation...

no.

You haven't done anything illegal.

"Gladness and joy will overtake them

"and sorrow and sighing will flee away."

That's the Jews, getting to Israel.

What the dickens has
that got to do with us?

No, no, Mum's fine!

Yeah, it's been wonderful
having her, actually.

It's just we're bursting at the seams

and I think she feels in the way.

I tried Jeannie. She already said no.

And Barbara.

Margie, please!

Sad as I am not to throw the book
at that smug Professor Adler...

...I think everyone's off the hook.

Mm.

Except for us, maybe.

Timid. That's what his dad called him.

Now, why would a timid boy down
a whole vial of a psychedelic?

To get over his timidity?

Do you know this?

I'm still halfway through
From Russia With Love.

It's Aldous Huxley's account
of his experience with mescaline.

A cactus derivative with
mind-altering properties.

Why don't I write a book?

"What it feels like after
drinking five pints."

Look at Chris's notes.

They're all fearful.

"How can he know he'll get back
to normal? Is he mad?"

Judy Munroe said Chris
came to her for advice

about whether he should
even do the trial or not.

He just... doesn't sound like
the type to do it on his own.

Maybe he wrote all this
before he started

and then he found he really liked it.

That's how it works with drugs.

You get hooked.

Based on your vast experience
with tobacco?

- Mm.
- OK, maybe he did,

but don't you think we should
at least ask the girlfriend?

This is my doing. I'm to blame.

He didn't want to do the trial.
I talked him into it.

You're on Adler's trial?

And were you part of the merry band

planning to have your own
private party at the weekend?

Do you know Remi's supply
has gone missing?

What? I don't understand.

We think Chris took it
and, well, took it.

Chris? No.

No, he wouldn't do that.

He was scared about doing it
outside the trial.

Really?

Are you sure he hadn't
got the taste for it?

He was getting a lot out of the work
he was doing with Professor Adler,

but it left him feeling fragile.

He wasn't sure about mucking around.

I told him it would be good for him.

This LSD...

How strong is the taste?

It doesn't taste of anything.

Helen! I'm so sorry.

They think he could have been drugged.

Who else knew you had the vial?

Just the four of us.

Chris, me, Helen and Peter.

Peter didn't know where you were
hiding it. He just supplied you.

He's the expert.
He told me how to store it.

And he was going to take it with us.

Peter wouldn't wish any harm
to Chris, Remi, he wouldn't.

He liked Helen.

He wasn't happy that Chris had beat
him to it.

This is ridiculous.

This whole thing! It's just...
It's just too horrible.

You said Chris would never have
taken it by himself,

which only leaves you two and Peter.

What about the thing that Peter said

after one of the sessions with Adler?

- How is that relevant?
- What did he say?

He...

He said that he'd seen the devil.

Mum?

- Ooh, something smells nice!
- It's coq au vin.

I'll get you a drink
while you get changed.

And borrow my panstick, see if you
can do something about your eyes!

Our guests are arriving shortly.

What guests?

Why did you lie about the LSD?

I don't want Professor Evans knowing
I'm sampling the produce.

Where's the vial now?

Wherever Chris tossed it,
presumably. Selfish idiot.

He's ruined everything
for all of us now.

You didn't like him much, did you?

That because Helen wanted him
and not you?

Are you trying to pin this on me?

- You had motive, opportunity...
- And you're right.

I had plenty of opportunity.
I make the stuff.

So, why would I need to steal it
from Remi?

Did you tell anyone else about the LSD?

I'm not stupid. It's obvious.

Chris took it.

The consensus is that Chris was too
cautious to take it on his own.

I guess the consensus
hasn't seen him blotto on beer!

I don't know what was going on for Chris

but he was craving a bit of oblivion.

Oh, I thought that was you.

I hope it's all right, me being here.

Of course.

There's something I just, um...
I just can't quite grasp.

Maybe I should let Adler give me
a drop of LSD!

Goodness!

Don't do that, please.

Did you know Chris?

No.

I only ask because grief... or guilt

can make us look for some kind
of explanation when there is none.

I do feel guilty.

I saw Chris running
naked through the town.

Inspector Keating wanted to arrest him.

But I persuaded him
to leave Chris to it.

Really, you did nothing wrong.

You were being kind.

Thank you.

It's a funny thing, guilt.

It's often misplaced.

We feel guilty about the little things

because we can't face up
to the big ones.

- I killed my father.
- Exactly.

I didn't exactly plunge a knife
into his heart, but, um...

Well, it's complicated.

It usually is.

If you like, I could arrange for you
to speak to someone?

There's someone I speak to every day.

Oh.

God.

Well, this wouldn't be instead of that.
It could be as well as.

Adler seems to think that belief
in God is a mental disorder.

Adler believes in God.
It's just he believes he is God.

How troubled was Chris?

His mother walked out on him
when he was young.

I know he'd been quite upset
recently, he'd had a trip home,

and that's why his father's visiting.

He should never have been on that trial.

But is Adler feeling guilty?
No, he is not.

Here he is! Home is the sailor,
home from the sea

and the hunter home from the hill.

What's going on?

She's invited the Lawsons.

The Lawsons? We haven't spoken
to them in five years!

I know. You go down the pub,
I'll manage it.

No! Don't want to waste a good meal.

...Esme and I were sisters,
didn't he, Esme?

I was lucky to have you there
as chaperone!

Blimey! How much did this cost?

Oh, you must forgive my son-in-law.

I'd say it was the strain of having
four children

but it was just the same at
their wedding, if memory serves.

As long as you're paying for this
and all.

- Do you speak Italian?
- Er, no.

Niente.

I think one should if one
wants to be truly cultured,

now that the war's over and all that.

Oh! Oh, I've just had
the most marvellous idea!

Let's ask the funny little man who
sells the ice creams to teach us!

Lessons for the whole street!

Oh, won't that be fun!

- Then we can put on an opera!
- Oh, Mum, really.

Well, why not?

Can't all be industrial unrest
and long faces!

You know? Tutti van Frutti,
what about that?

- Oh, you just made that up!
- It's an ice cream.

Isn't this fun? Ooh!

I'm relieved it's not aliens.

That might pose some rather
challenging theological questions.

I'm not sure LSD doesn't.
Visions, revelations,

I mean, suddenly everyone's a saint
or prophet.

You make me want to try it!

I hope you'll content yourself
with shepherd's pie instead.

I'm sure this is equally magical.

I've always been scared
of psychologists.

There was a boy at my school,
two years above.

Everyone thought
he was going to be head boy,

but, well, suddenly he was seeing
a psychologist,

then it was electric shocks, injections.

In the end, he threw himself
off the roof of the hospital.

Why ever did they make the poor boy
see a psychologist?

Let's think of happy things, shall we?

This is the day the Lord has made.

We will rejoice and be glad in it.

Rejoice in his creation.
Not what we do to defile it.

You would have made a wonderful
theologian, Mrs C.

Anyway, that's Psalms.
There's a lot of nonsense in Psalms.

Oh, the Gold Coast! It sounds like
something out of a fairy tale!

Diana!

It's a lovely tea, but we're going
to call it a night.

- It's not over yet!
- Oh, it's late, Mum.

- But there's pudding!
- We've just had it.

No, no, no, no. That was just
a little palate cleanser before...

♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do-doooo! ♪

- What's got into her?
- First chance to entertain for ages!

- You go up. I'll sort this lot out.
- You, hop it.

Oh, bloody hell.

Bed! The lot of you.

The lights, the lights! Lights!

Here we are!

- Whoa! Diana!
- What are you doing?!

Geordie!

Oh, oh!

Oh! What fun!

Alone at last.

I, um...

I wanted to say that I'm sorry about
what happened the other night.

I should hope so too,
running off like that!

I meant what came first.

Well, I'm sorry you're sorry.

It's not that I don't like you.
I do, obviously.

It's just that it's wrong for me
to behave like that.

And it's not just me. It's the Church.

Bringing in the big guns.

What are you going to do next?
Throw holy water over me?

You know my situation.
It's been clear from the day we met.

Actually, Will, it gets less and
less clear the longer I know you.

I'm not sure you even know
what you want.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, Will!

You can't keep doing this!
It's humiliating.

- I know.
- I mean for me.

Why give the newspaper
Chris Hartley's name?

Was it about humiliating him?

This? Now? Really?!

Who tipped you off?

I'm not going to reveal my sources.

Was it an anonymous call?

As it happens...

And what about the voice? Old, young?

Well spoken. Possibly female.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

You know the only thing that could
have made tonight any better?

Apart from the Lawsons
being a bit more sparkling

and you keeping your elbows
off the table?

A serving hatch!

Diana. Diana!

You need help.

Geordie's right, Mum.

This is man's work.

You deserve a rest.

Come on.

- What the hell was that?
- Oh, she's just tired.

- Is she on drugs?
- Drugs?! No! No.

Mum's always had these ups and downs.

This is Mum having an up.

No. We all have ups and downs, Cathy.

Yeah, well,
Mum's ups can last for weeks.

And her downs can last for months.

For God's sake, why didn't you tell me?

When I was six,

she decided we needed to wash all
the crockery, glassware, everything.

I was drying and she saw a smear
on one of the glasses.

She threw it at my head.

I ducked and it smashed
against the wall.

I'm your husband. You should have said.

Then she took every glass
and smashed it.

The neighbours all came running in,
saw the wreckage and...

I said...

that it was me.

Because that's what we do.

Bloody hell, Cathy.

Helen.

I was just...

Why won't you talk to me?

I just want to see how you're doing.

Look, were there problems between
you and Chris?

Had he done something to you?

What are you accusing me of?

Chris would never hurt me
and I would never hurt him.

- I can't talk to you.
- Why not?

Professor Adler has forbidden it.

She belongs in hospital.

They can treat her there.

You know what kind of hospital
they'd put her in.

I won't have it.

She wouldn't have it!

They'd have to drag her out,
kicking and screaming.

- Hey, hey.
- I can't!

I can't.

It's my fault. I should have been
keeping an eye on her.

It's not your fault.

I'm quitting Swinnertons.
I can look after her.

Cathy, you can't give up your job.

I will give up what I want.

It's under control.

Why have you asked the students
in your trial

to stop answering questions?
What is it you're trying to hide?

Hide?! I am simply trying to protect
them, myself and my colleagues

from this kind of nonsense.

If we get to the truth,
then all this will be corrected.

- Truth. Who wants that these days?
- I do.

Says the man who believes
in resurrection.

Remi Adeyemi, Helen Goldman,
Peter Soosai and Chris Hartley

secured their own supply of LSD.

One of them gave Chris enough
to make him go crazy.

Now you know these students, you've
heard their innermost secrets.

Which of them would want to hurt Chris?

For me, the interesting question

is what neurosis leads a vicar to
imagine he's some kind of detective?

What is shared between a patient
and his therapist is confidential.

This is your chance to exonerate
your research.

See, I am not kidding when I say
LSD is a wonder drug.

The stuff it dredged up for Hartley...

Was it too much too soon? I don't know.

Are you going to tell me what it was?

No.

I'll show you.

I'm... I'm in my childhood bedroom.

Everything's in colour.

It's the night Mum left. They're rowing.

She's...

They don't know we're here.

Daddy, Daddy, stop. Daddy, stop!

Daddy, stop! Stop.

His hands are round her neck.

She's all red, she can't breathe.
She can't breathe!

He killed her!

So, you're saying while he was high
on drugs,

Chris had this memory
of his dad killing his mum?

You'd think it's something
he'd remember!

Oh, the mind's a funny thing.

He's dead now. He won't make much
of a witness, even if it were true.

The Master's wife told me Chris
had been home recently.

Let's say Chris confronted his
father about what he'd remembered

and maybe things ended badly.

So, Chris's father comes to college
to try and ensure his son's silence.

Mr Hartley didn't know about the LSD.

Maybe he did.

No father is going to poison
their own son.

Er, Ivan the Terrible, Goebbels.

Anyway, he didn't necessarily
mean to kill him.

Once you've got someone
running through town naked,

screaming about aliens, who's
going to believe a word you say?

What do I do with all of these?
I don't even understand the titles.

The day he got into this place...

Something's come up while we were
looking into your son's death

and I need to ask you some questions.

Apparently Chris had recently
recalled seeing an incident...

...between you and his mother.

I didn't even know he'd seen it.

Not until last week, when he came
to visit and accused me of...

She was leaving us.

She'd been carrying on with
a Canadian airman

and now she was off.

I said she couldn't just
up and leave - what about Chris?

I tried to stop her.

Yes, it got physical, but...

I'm no killer.

I did lie to him.

I told him she'd gone to Canada.

She's in Bedford.

Two sons and a daughter.

Never so much as sent Chris
a birthday card.

So, that's why you visited?

To tell him the truth?

I thought it was better than him
thinking the worst of me.

But, now... Oh!

You know what? I feel guilty.

Not just because I've added to
a grieving man's burden,

but because I've created a monster,

desperate for every tragedy to be
a murder.

I'm sorry.

I think I really wanted it to be
the father.

I'm no Freud,
but this is about your own dad.

I don't know what it is
you need to do to sort out,

but I wish you'd hurry up and do it.

We're not all evil, you know.

"Goebbels."

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

I'm thinking of seeing a therapist.

You know,
someone to talk to about things.

You ever need to talk, you come here.

And what I'll tell you is

all you need is a little bit
more faith in Will Davenport.

It's all this police work, too much
time around the nasty side of life.

You wanna give yourself a break.

You could be right.

That student on the fens.

His mum left him when he was six.

What sort of woman walks out
on her own son?

What sort of marriage was it
to make her do that?

I look at these couples I'm marrying,

happiest day of their lives.
And I think, "Just you wait."

I know a lad saw a girl on Cromer Pier.

Married her a week later.

Two days after that,
he was off to North Africa.

Didn't see her again for three years.

What a disaster, eh?

Only, here we are, 19 years on,

and there isn't a morning
I don't wake up and think,

"You're the luckiest man alive."

You're not a six-year-old girl anymore.

But you'll probably always feel like
one when it comes to her,

which is why I can't leave it up to you.

She needs proper medical help, Cathy.

It's for your own good and hers.

It's not your responsibility anymore.

You're too clever for me.

I can't prove that God wants you
to be happy.

I just know I want you to be happy.

How can I be happy? I'm married
to a man I don't even know.

Jack?

He's done terrible things.

Abused his position.

He's a crook.

No better than Ronnie.
That's how clever I am!

Oh!

I've been all over the place
recently and...

I've been finding it hard.

And that's made it hard for you,
which is the last thing I'd want.

But I've just had one of those
everyday miracles

where everything has become clear.

What I want to say is...

...is will you marry me?

Oh, God, you're serious!
No, Will, that is not the answer!

- We don't even know each other.
- We do!

I know that you're smart, funny,
ambitious, good with people.

I know you well enough to know

I want to spend the rest of my life
getting to know you better.

I'm sorry, but this just isn't part
of my plan.

It wasn't part of my plan! Plans change.

I'm not going to commit to something
I don't want,

just to help you get over
this thing you have about sex.

"This thing" is my faith.

It's just one reason why
it's never going to work.

I'm sorry.

I'm, er...

I'm inviting that nice vicar
you work with to dinner next week.

Diana, you have to go.

Oh!

I am not some piece of rubbish
for you to put out when you please.

You need some help.

- Did she put you up to this?
- Cathy?

Hardly.

I'll tell you one thing
about your daughter.

She loves to feel guilty.

So, let the burly orderlies drag you out

and you'll give her exactly
what she wants.

Or, you can walk out with me,
head held high.

She won't know what to do.

Oh.

I'm frightened.

I know. We just want you to get well.

But if I know one thing about
the women in your family...

...it's that
they're as tough as diamonds.

Now, shall we show the neighbours
just how important you are?

It's all right, love.

Mind your head.

There we are.

- Am I disturbing you?
- No. Just, er...

asking God for some
much-needed guidance.

And?

One of those days.

Might I ask you something?

I'm thinking of asking my father
to stay.

Would that be all right?

Your father?
Well, I thought you didn't...

We don't.

- Still.
- Of course! Good for you.

Why now?

It's Mrs C I have to thank for it,
in a roundabout way.

I've come to think of her
rather as the voice of God.

Just like my father,
but of course she isn't, she's human

and she's terribly unhappy.

Oh, I had no idea.
Is it to do with the attack?

Yes and no.

It's Jack and the source of his wealth.

Ill-gotten gains.

She's furious with him and... herself.

That's it! Leonard, you are brilliant!

What now?! We're having dinner
at Corpus.

You go on ahead.

It was about money.

Wasn't it?

You were furious funding had been
given to Adler and not to you.

If only you could discredit him.

Chris was nervous about taking LSD
for fun and so, as he always did,

he asked for your advice.

So you knew Remi Adeyemi

had obtained his own supply
and was storing it in Chris's room.

This is absurd! Have you taken
some of Adler's potion?

Did you put it in his tea?

It worked like a dream
when Chris ran naked through town,

raving about aliens.
Easy to make sure the paper knew.

But then it turned into a nightmare.

You understood my feelings of guilt
so well,

not because you're a psychologist,

but because you are feeling
a hundred times more guilty.

This is what I know about guilt.

If you try to keep this secret,
you will drive yourself mad.

I had no idea it would hit him so hard.

Stupid, dangerous drug.
And you're not off the hook!

Why didn't you stop him that evening?

And Adler should never have been
allowed to start that research.

- God in a bottle.
- Tempted?

Aye, I'll stick to beer.

Are you?

I'm not sure it's the right path for me.

Quite tempted to slip it into
the communion wine though.

Will Davenport,
that would be a crime and a sin.

Oh, by the way, Chris's mum
is alive and well in Bedford.

I suppose that's
some kind of silver lining.

I think tonight's the night you're
going to beat me at backgammon.

I promised Cathy I'd get back.

Ah.

Yep.

The world is changing so fast.

Each day, science pushes back
the frontiers of our knowledge.

Out there, the heavens. And in
here, the mysteries of our minds.

It's easy to wonder, "Where is God?"

But even when we can't perceive him,
never doubt he is there.

He is there constantly,

in every act of love...

...kindness...

You all right, son?

...forgiveness.

And it's only with God's love

that we will make this modern age
a world, not of horrors,

but of wonders.

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