All language subtitles for Grantchester SE01 Episode 06

Sidney Chambers.

I just knew it was you.

She was admiring you
like you were a Botticelli.

Just like we used to when you
picked up Jen from school.

Lilian even held her breath once
and managed to faint.

You carried her to matron.

We were beyond jealous.

You don't remember.

I'm sorry, I...

Amanda Kendall.

Of course.

Of course, Amanda.

It's been a long time.

Mm, years.

Before the war.

Has to be.

You look...

Older?

Wiser, hopefully?

Different.

No pigtails.

Morning,
Miss Kendall.

Morning, Albert.

Do you work here?

Mm-hmm-- Restoration.

And you.

Look at you.

Who'd have thought it, eh?

Who'd have thought?

It's a dreary old thing,
isn't it?

No, it's not dreary.

It's...

It's desperately dreary.

She's down
in the dumps.

So would you be

if you were
married to him.

I think he forgot to put
his teeth in this morning.

I think she knows
where they are

and she has no intention
of telling him.

It's all right,
she works here.

I'm never
getting married.

I don't believe that
for a second.

I'm gonna become wild
and eccentric

and full of opinion.

I'm sure you have
an endless supply of suitors.

Dad's always got
someone lined up.

I like my work.

I like my life.

You're a man of God.

How about,

if you disapprove
of any of them,

you have the power of veto?

What if I disapprove
of all of them?

Well, you won't be
the only one.

I know I do.

We should do this again.

Mm, we should.

We shall.

Next week,
we'll go to the theater.

Toffee apples!

We'll have toffee apples.

Toffee apples.

How your mind works.

You may kiss me
if you like.

Next week, then.

Next week.

Amanda Kendall.

Sidney Chambers.

Sidney!

Archdeacon.

I hope this isn't
a bad time?

A hungry chicken
waits for no man.

Onwards, Sidney.

I wonder whether I might be
more suited to teaching.

More suited than what?

Life in Grantchester?

Amongst the gossips
and perfidious vipers?

They're really
not that bad.

That you say that
is exactly why you should stay.

You're having
a crisis of faith.

God isn't the problem.

A crisis of self, then.

Sometimes I worry about
the kind of man I'm becoming.

Good Lord.

Don't we all.

But I've behaved in ways
I'm not proud of.

Leaving your highly
inexperienced curate

to hold the fort.

Criminal investigations.

Women, one of them
distinctly German.

Aviper came to see you.

Mr. Brant.

It's always Mr. Brant.

Afriend of mine's
getting married,

and I can't seem
to be happy for them.

Just goes to show you're
as human as the rest of us.

No, it's...

It's notjust that.

Sidney, the race
is not always to the swift...

"...or the battle
to the strong."

I've said that before?

Many, many times.

My job is to make sure
those in my charge

take a long view of life.

That's what I'm trying to do.

My advice would be
to hold your nerve.

Hold a steady course.

And if I don't feel I can?

Well, there's always
academia.

Be a bloody shame, though.

We're your search party.

I've only been gone
an hour.

It's nearly 3:00.

Mrs. M kept count.

I have a theory,
if you'd be willing to hear it.

All these investigations,

they force you to think
about life

in a manner that's contrary
to who you are.

Your faith,
your character.

It's unsettled you.

I'm fine.

Look.

I know people think
I'm ridiculous.

No one thinks
you're ridiculous.
Oh, they do.

I don't mind, really.

I know how it feels

when the black dog
comes calling.

And I'm not talking
about Dickens.

What I'm trying to say--
and very badly, as it happens--

I'm always here if you need
someone to listen.

You're gonna make
an excellent priest, Leonard.

From the archdeacon.

Eggs?

With his compliments.

He summonsed you?

He didn't "summons" me.

Someone's been telling tales.

Mr. Brant.

It's always Mr. Brant.
The old miser.

They're trying
to edge you out.

I will not
let them do it.

Tea at the Orchard.

I completely forgot.

It doesn't matter.

I am so sorry.

I don't mind, Sidney.

No, you should.

You should mind, I've...

You worry too much.

What is it?

The night
with the jazz singer?

The rich one's
impending nuptials?

It's Hildegard.

Hildegard.
It's all of it.

Everything.

What is it with you and women?

It's a mess,
that's what it is.

They fall at your feet.

Even my Cathy
thinks you're a catch.

I should tell her.

Who?

Hildegard.

I'm gonna tell her.

Good, excellent.

What's stopping you?

What's stopping you
from doing it right now?

Now shut up
for five minutes.

Cathy thinks I'm a catch,
does she?

Don't you go
getting any ideas.

I'm not here.

I'm in the pub.

Jonsie's been shot.

Jesus.

May God our Father
have mercy on you,

forgive all your sins,

and give you a place
in glory;

and the blessing of God,
the Father, the Son,

and the Holy Spirit
be with you now and in eternity.

Get off me.

Get off me!

She was touting for business
not 20 yards away.

I didn't see nothing!

That's a double
negative, Annie.

Just tell us what you saw
and you can go.

Bugger yourself
sideways, Geordie.

You're hurting me!

Get off me!

Geordie!

I remember you.

I remember you too, Annie.

Well, how's about that?

You must've been terrified.

I'll only talk to him.

Give me a minute.

See?

They fall at your
bloody feet.

He will make sure
you're protected.

I ain't no fool.

That's a double negative,
by the way.

I liked my books
when I was a kid.

Secret Garden and all that.

No one's gonna protect me.

No one gives a damn.

I give a damn.

There's a lot of you
that isn't a clergyman,

isn't there?

You're not the first
to say that.

They were talking.

The copper and the man
who shot him.

So they knew each other?

He was asking him
some questions

about a mate
they had in common.

Then he pulls out a gun.

A mate?

Did you hear anything else?

A name?

Merlin.

Merlin?

That's what it sounded like.

You remembered me.

How's about that?

Jonsie just got married
last year.

I got pissed
at their wedding.

Betty, her name is.

She's a nice girl.

Maybe Merlin's
a nickname, or...

I don't know.

You'll get who did this,
Geordie.

Put in a word with the fella
upstairs, would you?

Merlin.

That wasn't the name
of his mate.

That's where he works.

Looks like everyone's
gone home.

It'll be locked.

O, ye of little faith.

What are we looking for?

Well, Jonsie,
the shooter, their mate.

We find the connection,
we find our man.

I want the name of every fella
that works here.

Well, how do we find that?

I don't know.

Ah, you love me really.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Geordie?

Geordie!

Did you hear that?

Oh, God...

Geordie...

Geordie? Geordie?

Heart.

What do you mean,
"heart?"

Stay down.

I've got you.

I don't want to die.

You're not going to die.

You are not going to die.

Sorry, you can't come
any further.

Sidney?

Oh, Sidney.

Will you pray for him?

We can pray together
if you like.

I'm not really
the praying sort.

When David was poorly,
and he was so small...

Oh, I did then.

"Take me."

That's what I said.

"Take me and leave my boy.

"Take Geordie.

We'd lived."

That's what I thought.

We'd lived and he hadn't.

I won't let him
leave us, Sidney.

He is not leaving us.

Mrs. Keating?

Chief Inspector Benson.

Is there anything
I can tell the boys?

We'll get the bastard.

I promise you that.

What was he doing
on his own?

He wasn't.

I was with him.

Playing at cops and robbers,
were you?

All just a silly jape, eh?

So you're the vicar
I hear tell of.

Keating's talisman.

What does he do,
rub your head for luck?

Mr. Chambers provides

religious advice.

Let me provide you
with some police advice.

There is a nutcase
murdering my men.

Get out from under our feet.

It's not your men he's killing.

It wasn't Geordie he was after.

It was the man in the factory.

The caretaker.

The dead man.

Keating just got in the way,
is that it?

There is some connection
between Jonsie, the caretaker...

Some other reason.

Geordie was
convinced of it.

Piss off back to church,
Mr. Chambers.

What's the matter?

I know you're
troubled, Sidney.

I know you have
nightmares.

But you must know that God
is looking over us.

I won't hear any nonsense
about this being your fault.

If we'd have never
gone there...

If you'd never met him
in the first place.

If, if, if.

You can't live your life
like that.

You once said
the wisest thing to me.

"It's life we deal in.

"The good, the bad.

It's how we face it
that matters."

The police are wrong.

They'll be looking
in the wrong place.

Sidney.

My boy.

Tell us how we can help you.

I've been waiting
a long time.

Take a seat please, madam.

I've been robbed!

This woman is my mother,
and she's been robbed.

I heard her.

Have a seat.

Snatched my handbag
right off my arm.

I had two bob in there.

Two bob in my mother's
handbag.

And my knitting.

She was knitting a scarf.

I want to speak
to your superior.

Sit down!

Please, madam.

Oh, dear.

Mrs. Maguire?

Oh, no.

Mum?

I mean Mum.

Mother!

Mum?!

Mother?

Oi.

Old dear having
some sort of fit.

Oh, for pity's sake.

My mother has a very
delicate constitution.

Thank you.

I feel so much better now.

My mother feels

so much better now, so...

You should've been
on the stage, Mrs. M.

I should've done
a great many things.

Did you find what
you were looking for?

Mr. Chambers!

Do whatever it is
you have to do.

Great Eastern Street.

The bomb site?

All council housing.

We've had complaints,
of course.

Too modern, too ugly.

Too full of the
working classes.

Absolutely.

Heaven forbid
they get to put a roof

over their
children's heads.

Heaven forbid.

So, you're taking
Jonsie's funeral.

Yes.

And I understand
you're footing the bill?

Mm.

Well, it's the least
I could do.

Poor bastard spends five years
defending his country,

ends up getting shot
on a suburban street.

Barely makes sense, does it?

"Band of Brothers."

People bandy
that phrase around,

but we really were.

Closer than brothers.

So you served together?

I was his
commanding officer.

We were in Italy.

Germany near the end.

We were some of the first
to liberate Belsen.

Thomas Langshaw.

Did he serve under you too?

Yes, he did.

Why?

He was killed last night.

Darling,
what do you think?

I know you like the blue,

but this is more becoming,
wouldn't you say?

Oh, sorry.

Uh... wear the blue.

I just want to look
my best for you.

Wear the blue, Grace.

They were shot.

Both of them.

Who's been shot?

I'm sure the police
are dealing with it.

Who's been shot, James?

Two men from your squad.

Why would anyone
want to kill them?

Funny.

Jones never struck me
as the type to have a vicar.

Well, everyone has a vicar.

It's whether they choose
to use them or not.

Please pass on my condolences
to the family.

If the police had a list--

names of your men--

perhaps they could
do something.

Perhaps they could
warn them.

See Mr. Chambers out.

Are you family?

I'm a friend.

Is he alive?

Tell me that much, at least.

He hasn't woken yet.

Until he does,
we won't know much more.

Sorry.

I don't want to die.

I want to go home.

Sidney.

I needed to see you.

I had to see you.

How are the wedding plans?

Fine.

Fine. Good.

This Saturday.

Yes, this Saturday.

What do you want, Sidney?

Amanda, your guests are here.

I'll be right in.

You haven't even spoken
to the Parkers.

I will.

What are people
going to think?

Just give me a minute.

Let's go on the river.

Let's have a picnic.

Another time.

I'll come down
to Grantchester.

One of your little jaunts.

What happened to growing wild
and eccentric

and full of opinion?

You're drunk.

I exert my power of veto.

Love is the minimum requirement,
don't you think?

There has to be some
in a marriage,

or what hope do you stand?

What is it that you want,
Sidney?

Tell me, what is it?

Now is not the time.

It was never the time.

Yes, it was.

It was.

Let's get you
outside, Sidney.

He's going.

Bit of fresh air,
how about that?

I can manage.

No, you can't.

For God's sake, Guy,
get rid of him.

Yeah, Sidney...

I can manage.

I can manage!

Mr. Chambers?

Aword, please.

Oh, what, Mr. Brant?

What could possibly be
so important?

Mr. Brant!

Is this about the wisteria
in the churchyard?

It's a menace.

Mr. Chambers was talking
about it only this morning.

I don't suppose you could
help us cut it back, could you?

I don't want to step
on anyone's toes.

You wouldn't be.

Would he?

No.

Well.

I'll see what I can do.

You're a wonder,
Mr. Brant.

We could go and visit Cathy,
if you like?

Take something
for the children.

You drink more and more
these days.

My friend may die.

But before then.

I'm fine.

Why do I feel like
one man went to London

and another one came home?

Mrs. Heath?

They're all there.

All the men
from my husband's squad.

He doesn't know you're here.

Afew of them
still live in the area,

so they shouldn't be
hard to find.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You'd never think it
to look at him, would you?

That he'd been through all that.

He saw the camps.

He saw evil.

After that, how did
any of us expect anything

to be normal again?

Robert Miller?

Whoever's doing this,

they're picking us off
one by one, aren't they?

I don't know for sure.

That's what you reckon though,
isn't it?

I believe you're all in danger.

I don't think I've ever felt
out of danger since we got home.

When was that?

'46.

Me, too.

Seven years.

My wife...

She never asked what we did.

I never told her.

My sister.

She asked.

She wanted to understand.

How can you explain?

You saw some things?

I did some things.

We fought the Nazis.

Felt like heroes.

They moved us to Berlin.

To oversee things.

But really, it felt like
there was nothing to oversee.

I spoke to James Heath.

Oh, that man is a bully.

What is it he's so afraid
of me finding out?

Spreenhagen.

It's in the countryside
outside Berlin.

What happened there?

My friend was shot too.

And if he wakes,

I want him to know I've done
everything I can.

Ask him.

Ask Heath what he did.

Did you notice?

"Phoenix."

That's what he calls
his company.

Some people rise
from the ashes,

don't they?

Low density, no more than
ten houses per acre.

Central heating,
each with their own garden.

Basic, but a far cry
from the conditions

these people
are used to.

Will you excuse me?

This is a private event.

I'm sorry,
it won't take a moment.

It won't take
any time at all.

Spreenhagen.

What happened,
Mr. Heath?

Grace,
call the police.

Paul Jones is dead.

Thomas Langshaw is dead.

There's a reason
you're being targeted.

Darling,
let's get you a drink.

Call the police.

Do it!

I have nothing to hide.

Let go of me.

You're trespassing,
Mr. Chambers.

Let go of me.

Is it naivety?

Or is it sheer
bloody mindedness?

Please, tell me.

Because I'm failing
to understand

why you insist
on interfering.

I was trying
to get to the truth.

The truth.

Mr. Heath is withholding
information.

He's a respected
businessman

with an alibi for both murders.

His wife.

Yes, his wife.

She's petrified of him.

Of course she gave an alibi.

I'm pretty sure he beats her.

She said as much, did she?

She didn't have to.

You want the truth?

Here it is, Mr. Chambers.

You are not a police officer.

I never claimed to be.

Get yourself a hobby.

I don't know,

take up stamp collecting.

Don't patronize me.

You want me to put you
in a cell,

you arrogant little sod?

Mr. Heath has chosen
not to press charges.

Against my advice,
I hasten to add.

You're free to go.

What is Mr. Heath hiding?

Did you ask him?

He wasn't exactly
forthcoming.

He didn't bring any of it
back with him.

How can it touch some people
and not others?

I often wonder that myself.

Oh, my wife.

She moved to her mother's
a few weeks back.

Said that I wasn't the man
she married anymore.

Couldn't even hold down a job.

I don't sleep, you see.

I have nightmares.

I have nightmares too.

I know how painful it can be

to think
about the past.

But if what happened
in Berlin,

in Spreenhagen,

if it has any bearing
on these deaths...

Heath said they were trying
to escape.

Who?

German soldiers.

Hands on your heads!

POWs, three of them.

They'd surrendered to us.

Heath and the others,
they never liked me.

Said that I lacked
moral fiber,

that I was a coward

and this was my chance
to prove them wrong.

They're running away, see?

Bitte nicht!

Bastards are getting away.

Do it, you poof.

Stop sniveling and do it.

Come on, Miller.

Do it!

Nein!

They were young.

Boys, really.

The others,
they just laughed at me.

Tell the police.

Nothing touches that man.

Stand up to him.

He's killing us
so we can't expose him.

We can't ruin
his perfect life.

You are not a coward.

It took courage
to disobey his order.

Don't let him
get away with it.

Will you come with me?

Of course I will.

Heart.

Heart.

What do I tell them?

Tell them the truth.

What?

It wasn't Heath,
it was you!

Operator.

Put it down.

They don't remember.

Heath, Jones...

None of them remembered.

It meant nothing
to them.

You can't know that.

They came home and they forgot.

Why can't I forget?

You think you're the only one?

They didn't care.

I remember, Robert.

Nobody cared.

That's why I did it.

I remember what I did.

I am not a coward!

I know you're not.

I am not a coward.

I understand.

No, no.

I do.

We live in the shadow of it,
all of us.

But we have a choice,
don't we?

You have a choice.

You can stay in the shadow
or you can live.

Let me talk to them.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I know you didn't.

I can make them understand.

Your friend,
he wasn't supposed to be there.

I was just...

I know.

You must hate me.

I don't hate you.

You have a choice, Robert.

We all do.

No!

Sidney...

Let me get someone.

No.

Did you pray for me?

Of course I did.

Praying for an old heathen.

It worked, didn't it?

Don't you ever do that
to me again.

Thank you.

So we found him,

but he killed himself.

Coward's way out.

It was the war.

He couldn't forget.

That's no excuse.

Isn't it?

We all have that cross to bear.

I killed one of my own men.

I'd said "all clear."

We're clear!

I told them it was all clear.

But we'd missed
a German, and...

We told him to stay down, but...

Sandy, get down!

Get down!

But he was on his feet.

And the bullets, they just...

I put my hand on his stomach,
but there was...

It was...

I want to go home.

I know you do, Sandy.

I know.

I want to go home!

I want... to go... home.

I had no choice.

He'd written a letter
to his sweetheart.

But I never sent it.

Because it was covered
in his blood.

And I thought that...

I thought that no one
should see that.

You did what you had to do,
Sidney.

It's all any of us did.

Very good.

Excellent.

When I was in London,
I spent the night with a woman.

What was her name?

Gloria.

I'm so sorry.

Please, believe me
when I say that

since I met you,
you've kept me going.

I let my husband do this to me.

I won't let you do it too.

Everyone always needs me.

But I need you.

Your poor face.

What happened?

They took it down.

I am so sorry.

I know.

It was...
I know.

I know, Sidney.

Nearly D-Day.

Mm.

Are you ready?

I think so.

I won't be there,
I'm afraid.

Something's come up
at the church.

You don't have
to make excuses.

Look at us both.

Me getting married,
and you with Hildegard.

It was never meant to be,
was it?

We could never be, so...

Thank you for showing me a way
out of the shadows.

You do speak in riddles
sometimes.

Well, for the good times, then.

We have had fun, haven't we?

We've had a riot.

And we will again.

We will.

What will they replace it with,
do you know?

Something less dreary, I hope.

I hope so.

I had to say goodbye.

I just needed to say it,
I think.

We have a choice, don't we?

We can live in the past.

We can look forward.

Or we can live now.

Because we can't change
what's happened.

We can't predict the future.

Are you ready, darling?

None of us knows
what's around the corner.

That's the truth of it.

All we can do
is keep a long view.

Hold a steady course.

You're just gonna
get on with it?

That's all you
need to say.

What are you doing
to poor Leonard?

Making him a princess.

More of a prince,
wouldn't you say?

No.

Definitely a princess.

Oh.

Right.

Don't go too far.

What?

Don't go too far.

We know you can hear us.

They're a worry,
aren't they?

That's enough now.

Just a few more...

Come and sit down.

No!

So.

She'll be married by now.

She was out
of my league.

That's the truth of it.

Maybe because you're
in a league of your own,

Sidney Chambers.

Perhaps I should
just accept

that I'm married
to the job.

Ah, bollocks.

How did I know
you were gonna say that?

Don't worry,
we'll find you a wife.

Please God, no.

Why not?

Because if you have
anything to do with it,

she'll be a fan
of light opera.

And there is nothing
wrong with that.

There's everything's
wrong with that.

And it is, it is
a glorious thing

To be a pirate king.

Truly awful.

We'll find you a girl who likes
a bit of Becket, then.

Bechet, Geordie.

It's Bechet.