All language subtitles for Grantchester s09e02.eng

♪ ♪

WILL: The bishop's
offered me another job.

Newcastle.

You don't want that, do you?

♪ ♪

LEONARD: Stability
isn't always happiness.

BONNIE:
Maybe we could both do more.

What about Geordie?

I've been offered a job.

CATHY:
She applied behind our backs.

We're undercover.
Just do what you'd normally do

on a night out.

I hope I'm not too late.

About the position?

Not yet.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpering)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(Will sighs)

♪ ♪

(quietly):
I'm leaving.

(sighs)

I'm leaving.

(aloud):
I'm leaving.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

DAVID:
My go-- watch this.

Yes!

DORA:
Mind.

WILL:
Sorry-- sorry.

ERNIE:
Dad?

Ern?

If frogs are made of frog spawn,

are we made of human spawn?

Well, in a, a manner
of speaking, yes.

You're such a baby.

Shut up.
Hey, Ernie.

We don't tell people
to shut up, okay?

That's not very kind.

(phone ringing)
Shut up, shut up, shut up.

This bloody phone
won't stop ringing.

Where's Geordie?

In the living room.
(Dickens whimpers and barks)

GEORDIE: Tell her what?

BONNIE:
Hello, good morning, vicarage.

How may I direct your call?

ESME:
May does it.

CATHY:
If May jumped off a cliff,

would you go after her?
BONNIE: Oh.

(exhales):
Mum. No, no, no.

(forcefully):
No.

Tell her, Will.

Uh, no.

All my friends smoke.

You smoke.

I've given up.

Liar.

Such a liar.
(gasps)

BONNIE: I can get him
for you, if you want.

Geordie, do you, uh,
do you have a moment?

(calling):
Geordie!

ESME:
May says there's nothing wrong with smoking.

Apparently not.
CATHY: You are not smoking,

and that's my final word.
GEORDIE: Who is it?

BONNIE:
Larry.

This better be good, Larry.

We're having roast beef.

We, uh, might need to have
the chat with Ernie

about the birds and the bees.

Not the only chat
we need to have, is it?

I'm just trying
to find a quiet moment.

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Will Davenport, potatoes.

LEONARD:
I'm doing potatoes.

No, you're talking.

Which does not
a potato peel.

Right, who's coming
to church?

Pass.
GEORDIE: I'm on my way.

(sighs):
Oh, is it that time already?

Oh, such devotion,
Mrs. Davenport.

DANIEL:
I'd rather peel potatoes.

GEORDIE:
Count me out of the roast.

Body in a hotel.

On a Sunday.

Is nothing sacred?

(door opens)

(sighs):
Geordie...

William.

BONNIE:
Ern, come on.

We've got to go.

You are gonna miss
a great sermon.

Merits of conversing with God.

Need any help with that body?

Children! In a line!

(softly):
If you don't fire her, I will.

She's not that bad.

Esme.

Shoulders back.

We are not Neanderthals.

BONNIE:
Just tell him.

It's literally two words:
"We're leaving."

Well, it's three,
if we're being... ...a massive pedant.

I feel sick every time
I think about it.

(sighs):
He's a grown-up, he'll cope.

I just want to find
the right moment.

What, candlelight?

The scent of roses
on the air?

How about before the
removal van turns up?

Oh, God.

You have booked it?
No, I, I will, I will.

You having second thoughts?

No.

Sometimes.

Now?

A little bit.

Okay, one.

You got a list?

Big fish, small pond.

You don't want to get bored.
True.

Two, if we're gonna do it,
we should do it now,

before the kids get settled.

And how many points
do you have? Seven.

Eight, if you include that the
new place has an extra bedroom.

And why would we need
an extra bedroom?

Two boys.

Nice to round it off
with a girl.

You just don't like
being outnumbered.

What, here?
(chuckles)

Why not? God on our side.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(baby fussing)

Wow, He works fast
nowadays.

(baby cooing)

(gasps)

GEORDIE:
Good morning.

SISSY:
There's nothing good about it.

It's Mr. Daniels, the manager.

Although I call him
Mr. Damnuels.

Do you want to know why?

I could hazard a guess.

Because he's always swearing.

It's damn you this,
damn you that.

It's every other word.

He's definitely dead.

I know 'cause I poked him.

Stiffer than he was in life,

which is saying something.

♪ ♪

Thank you...

Sissy-- it's short
for Cecilia.

Isn't he a funny color?

Thank you, Sissy.

I was doing the dusting
when I found him.

You might want to
write that down. (phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(chuckles)

River View Hotel.

Cecilia speaking.

How may I help you?
Could've taken a tumble.

Shoelace is undone.

Roast beef, Yorkshire pud, and
an uninterrupted snooze, hmm?

One Sunday off.

Is it too much to ask?

Talking of which...

Talking of what?

Asking.
Tenuous, but go ahead.

In accordance
with police protocol,

I am required to ask my manager
about getting married.

Sorry, Larry, I'm taken.

No, I mean,
I need your permission.

It's, well...

Miss Scott.

Our Miss Scott?

I think she's warming to me.

You got to hope so.

What does she think
about getting married?

Um...

I haven't asked her yet.

I'd say it's protocol to give
the bride-to-be an inkling.

Get these dusted.
Inspector?

Telephone call from
a Reverend Davenport.

Says it's a small matter
of some urgency.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
Well... (exhales)

It's a baby.

That answers all my questions.

Can't be more than
a few hours old.

WILL:
Leaving her in church

on a Sunday.

They wanted her
to be found.

CATHY:
What's this?

(fusses)

(chuckling)

BONNIE (chuckles):
Hiya.

"I'm sorry I couldn't love you
as you deserve to be loved."

(sighs):
So sad.

Poor thing.

Poor thing? She's just
abandoned a newborn.

ALL:
Geordie.

What?

You were my favorite uncle.

All right,
I'm just saying.

BONNIE:
At least it got me out of a Sunday service.

"RVH."
Well, would you believe it?

River View bloody Hotel.

LARRY:
Might just be a coincidence.

Ever heard of the
River View before?

Well, no.

Now twice in one day.

Last name to check in,
and the only woman,

Mrs. Smith,
room five.

9:30 p.m. yesterday.

What's the betting
that's our girl?

Though I doubt
her name's Smith.

And I very much doubt
she's a "Mrs."

♪ ♪

Larry, speak to the operator.

See if any calls
were made from this. Boss.

(door unlocks)

(Larry speaking
on phone)

♪ ♪

Our Mrs. Smith comes
here in labor.

The manager discovers
her secret, sees the baby.

She fears he'll tell someone,

so she does him in.

I'm leaving.

Hmm?

I took the job.

In Newcastle.

I, uh, I changed my mind,
and I took it.

I, I was trying to find
the right moment, but...

Well, there never
seemed to be one, so,

here we are, very much
not in the right moment.

Right.

Just "right"?

What else do you want me to say?

LARRY:
One telephone call

made at 9:56
last night.

She called
the halfway house.

It's Leonard's number.

♪ ♪

LEONARD:
Honestly, I could've thumped Reggie's lights out.

(chuckling):
Well, he's got previous for assault,

so I'm not sure you'd
come out so well.

LEONARD:
Silly sod-- an ice cream van.

I mean...
SAM: Maybe he just really wanted a choc ice.

LEONARD:
Don't.

We shouldn't laugh.

Ah, afternoon, chaps.

Kettle's on.

We're not staying.

Right.

LEONARD:
Sam's wonderful, isn't he?

But you didn't come here to talk
about our finer qualities.

Of course you didn't.

I ought to charge a penny
every time the police come here,

leaping to conclusions.

Only call she made was
to this place, Leonard,

so not exactly leaping
to conclusions.

I'm teasing you, Geordie.

Did any of the men receive
a call just before 10:00?

I wouldn't know.

They only write down
calls they make,

not ones they receive.

Could one of them have got
a girl in the family way?

I've tried lecturing them
on the use of precautions.

They just fell about laughing.

I'll take that,
if you don't mind.

Well, someone's wearing
his grumpy trousers.

No, try the whole
three-piece suit.

♪ ♪

Do you want to
talk about it or...

Talk about what?

Me, leaving.

Oh, that.

Well, it's just, I thought you
might have some questions.

Not really.

(inhales):
Right, well, we're going next week, so...

Next week?

Yeah, just thought
we'd take the plunge.

(hands drop against coat):
Right.

Right.

(footsteps approaching)

Uh, Miss Scott!

Are congratulations in order?

No, why would they be?

No reason.

You're an odd man sometimes.

(mutters):
Only sometimes?

We have a witness.

Saw a woman walking into
the church with a baby

just before you found it.

WILL:
Ernie?

GEORDIE:
What about my kids? They see anything?

Let's just say
they haven't inherited

your keen eye, Geordie.

(people talking in background,
typewriters clacking)

(faintly):
Really?

I was playing marbles with Dora
in the garden.

What did she look like?

She's your daughter.

Uh, no, not, not Dora.

The lady you saw
walking past the gate.

BONNIE:
Did she have dark hair or hair like mine?

Yes.

Okay, it's not really
a yes or no question, Ern.

I can't remember.

Okay, why don't you
close your eyes

and try and picture yourself

back in the garden?

BONNIE:
You're playing marbles.

A lady walks past the gate.

What do you see?

Marbles.

I won a pretty green one.

(exhales)

It was a very pretty
green one.

Sorry, Dad.

No, I'm just pleased
about the marble. (knock at door)

(telephone ringing
in background)

LARRY:
Boss.

Background on our victim.

By all accounts,
Mr. Daniels was a quiet man.

No family,
no enemies.

What about a lady friend?

BONNIE:
Perhaps he knew the girl.

Perhaps he was
the child's father.

Perhaps he wanted
to take the child.

She panicked, hit him...

You're good!

Don't sound so surprised.

ERNIE:
She had a coat.

Like I had for school?

A blazer?

It's a schoolgirl.

What color was the blazer?

Gray.

With a yellow badge.

I think it's a lion.

♪ ♪

GEORDIE:
It's not a lion.

It's a phoenix.

(closes door):
Still, it's pretty good for a nine-year-old.

Yeah, we'll make a Cambridge
copper out of him yet.

Well, maybe not Cambridge.

Thank you for
your time, Miss...

Bradley, but you may
call me Headmistress.

Perhaps now you can explain
all the subterfuge.

We found a baby abandoned.

No, absolutely not.

WILL:
Well, perhaps we could

speak to your older girls.

Fide, Decus, Castitas,
Vicar.

Faith, honor, purity.

It's Latin.

I gathered that much.

These young ladies
are from fine families,

Debrett's families.

The offspring of
lords and dukes.

They're generally the worst.

These girls are taught
to be chaste.

I can assure you,
none of them will be

responsible for this
unfortunate state of affairs.

"State of affairs"
being a dead man.

And an innocent child
abandoned.

BRADLEY:
Born out of wedlock in a seedy back room

is hardly innocent.

Even so, if we could
speak to them.

Miss Shirley,

show these gentlemen
to your classroom

and summon the fifth-

and sixth-formers.
Yes, Headmistress.

I trust you will
behave with decorum.

If you'll follow me?

I think we just got
detention.

WILL:
The baby is safe.

But we're worried for the
mother, whoever she may be.

If anyone has
any information on her

or the death of Mr. Daniels,

it'll be treated
with the utmost confidence.

Any questions?

SHIRLEY:
Holly.

How are babies made?

(students laugh)
Now, now, Holly, let's not embarrass our guests.

HOLLY:
I hear it's something a man

and a woman do
when they're feeling

especially loving.
(students giggle)

(evenly):
Holly, that's enough.

(laughter stops)

Lola?

Decent questions only, please.

Is the baby
a boy or a girl?

It's a girl.

I have a question
for the vicar.

Course you do.

Do you have sinful thoughts,
Vicar?

Because I'm having them
right now.

WARNE:
Do you want me to keep you behind

after class?
Depends whether or not

he's gonna be here, sir.

(students giggling)

Shh-- please.

(giggling)

Enough.

(laughter stops)

We're done.

♪ ♪

(cabinet closes)

He's just shocked.

It's like
he doesn't care.

Course he cares.

In his own gruff...
...uncaring...

...man-of-few-words way.
(footsteps approaching)

I'll just leave you two
to talk about

whatever it is you talk about.

(trailing off):
I don't know, cars-- do you, do you talk about cars?

(softly):
Sorry.

(clears throat)

GEORDIE:
Lola McCallum.

The fifth-former.

Been withdrawn recently.

Not eating.

Hard to believe a
young woman like that

could push a fella
down the stairs, but...

I wouldn't put anything
past those Fidelis girls.

I love this place.

I love having a family here,
and, and you.

Especially you.

But I don't want to end up here
in 30 years

and realize I've
missed my chance.

This new parish, I can,
I can really help people.

I can rock some boats.

I'm not gonna be rocking
any boats here, am I?

I hope I have your blessing.

It would mean more
than anything to me

that you understand.

Well, I don't.

I don't understand, Will.

Okay.

You're being selfish.

Putting yourself first,
like you always do.

You're not giving a damn
about those of us left behind.

I mean, what about Cathy?

She loves
having Bonnie around.

And dragging Ernie
out of school?

Taking him away from his
cousins, the people he loves?

It's not on!

So, no.

You do not have my blessing.

Geordie.

Geordie, come on.

(people talking in background)
CATHY: Be in trouble now.

(laughing)

Bonnie and Will are leaving.

Yeah, off to Newcastle.

It's next week,
in fact, yeah?

Off forever!

So, let's raise a glass

to their future.

You're leaving us?

I don't understand.

CATHY:
Next week?

Why didn't you tell us?

We were waiting
for the right time.

Congratulations.

It's wonderful news.

Did you put him up to it?

What?

Geordie.

It was her idea,
wasn't it?

WILL:
No, it was our idea.

Both of us.

So much for the right moment.

I am so sorry.
(door opens)

(footsteps retreating)

Geordie.

What the hell was that?

Honesty.

You might want
to try it sometime.

Don't you dare
take this out on Bonnie.

I'm not.
Yes, you are.

My opinion's important
to you now, is it?

You know it is.

Why didn't you tell me
you'd changed your mind, then?

I knew you'd be upset.

I didn't think you'd
act like this.

Like what?

Like my dad.

Just trampling
over everything.

I'm not your dad, Will.

And thank God for that.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(inhales through teeth)

(clears throat)

♪ ♪

(calling):
Larry!

Where's the note?

One left on the baby.

♪ ♪

One of the hotel guests reckons
some fella was banging

on the girl's door.

Causing a ruckus, apparently.

Witness get a look at him?

No, heard it
through the walls.

Paper-thin, apparently.

Handwriting on the
fifth-form register.

LARRY:
It's the same.

And...

Here again.

Our Mrs. Smith
isn't one of the girls.

She's the teacher.

Miss Shirley?

(moaning, crying)

Larry, call an ambulance.

Boss.
(Shirley moans)

No, no, I don't want a fuss.

It's nothing.

Yeah, you need to be
checked over, don't you?

No one can know.

(gasps, panting)

No one can know about the baby.

(gasping)

(talking softly)

Postmortem results.

Neck broken in two places--
pretty gruesome.

Are you okay? Is it your knee?

You do have
particularly spindly knees.

Miss Scott.

Jennifer.
Oh, God!

Would you do me the honor...

Don't you dare
finish that sentence.

Well, I was gonna ask you
to marry me.

Why would you do that?

Because I... like you.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

No, you do not.

Well, not when you're like this,
I don't, no.

(sighs):
It was sex, Larry.

It was just sex.

So you don't want to marry me.

More to the point,
you don't want to marry me.

Don't I?

No.

♪ ♪

Geordie Keating.

What a pillock.
Strong words!

Oh, but he is,
though, isn't he?

I let myself in.

So, uh, Miss Shirley's
feeling much better.

If you're...

Sure, I'll, uh, just...

All you had to do
was be happy for him.

It's hard to be when you're not.

Oh, my God.

I just want to punch you in
your pillocky face right now.

You're the one
dragging him away. No.

You're the one holding him back.

You...

Would you let me speak?

He would stay here

to please you.

He would live an unfulfilled
life to please you.

And that's not fair.

Ready.

It's not fair, George.

♪ ♪

(baby cooing)

SHIRLEY:
They left her in here.

I asked them not to.

They're hoping
I'll warm to her.

A witness heard a man
outside your hotel door.

Was it the father?

GEORDIE:
Rose?

What happened?

(breath catches)

I went there.

Um, I had...

I had, I had the baby.

I mean after that.

I left,
went to the church.

So there wasn't
an altercation.

With the hotel manager.

No.

No, nothing like that.
(fussing)

(crying)

I wish she'd been born
a boy.

The world isn't kind to girls.

She seems pretty
strong-willed to me.

I think she'll hold her own.

(crying continues)

(crying softens)

(footsteps approaching)

BRADLEY:
Rose.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

Please don't be angry
with me.

Why didn't you tell me?

♪ ♪

(lighter clicks shut)

I promised my sister
I'd keep an eye on her.

Rose is your niece?

I would've helped her
if I'd known.

Do you know who the
baby's father might be?

There was a man.

They spoke every Saturday
night for a while.

You know his name?

Sorry.

Why didn't she feel she could
come to me?

I would've understood.

I would've tried
to understand, at least.

That's what you do when
you love somebody, isn't it?

♪ ♪

(telephone ringing
in background)

What about the, uh, call logs
from the halfway house?

Miss Bradley said Rose
and the boy spoke most...

Most Saturdays.
(murmurs)

If it's someone from there,
it'll be in the book.

How are we both?

I'll hold off on renting
that wedding suit, shall I?

MISS SCOTT:
You told Geordie?

You're such a man.

Geordie.

Listen,

it's been the most difficult
part.

The thought of leaving you.

I've changed my mind
a dozen times.

Stay, then.

Geordie.
If you've changed your mind

a dozen times, who's to say

you won't change it
again?

Stay.

You are not making this easy.

Right.

Every Saturday night.

There.

And there again.

And there.

"SW."

Sam White.

♪ ♪

Rose used to come to some
of my talks for a while.

Always on her own.

She seemed... unhappy,

I suppose.
Is the baby yours?

Geordie.
SAM: No, it's all right, Leonard.

I don't mind.

No.

But she confided in me
about the child.

Did she say who
the father was?

All she said was that
she didn't want to keep it.

So, I gave her the number
of a man I knew.

Abortionist?

A doctor-- kind.

Non-judgmental.
Mm.

She phoned you
when she was in labor.

I was surprised.

Been such a while.

She seemed scared.

Someone was there.

Did she say who it was?

Just, "They're here."

That was it.

GEORDIE:
Maybe you went to the hotel after she called.

No.

Manager tries to chuck you out,
you lamp him.

If Sam says he never went there,
he never went there, Geordie.

You don't have to say any more.

♪ ♪

(exhales)

(dog barking in distance)

(exhales)

I'm very fond of Geordie,
but sometimes I could...

Happily throttle him?
With some gusto.

Mm.

I keep waiting for things
to get easier.

I think that's just life,
Leonard.

(both chuckle)

Bugger, isn't it?

Perhaps I should pack my bags
and come with you.

You inspired me, you know?

Really?

You never settle.

You just keep striving.

And failing an awful lot
in the process.

It's incredible-- all of this.

You are incredible.

♪ ♪

If I asked you to stay, if I
told you I loved you too much

to lose you,
would you change your mind?

Oh, don't you do this, too.

Geordie?

Sorry, that was very unfair
of me.

You go and be brilliant

and deliriously happy.

I absolutely demand it.

My brother, William Davenport.
(chuckles)

My brother, Leonard Finch.

(both chuckle)

♪ ♪

Are you coming or not?

We'll look after him.

Don't worry.

♪ ♪

If there was such a ruckus,

some fella trying
to bang the door down,

why didn't she mention
it before?

Who?
Sissy.

Short for Cecilia.

SISSY:
I was doing the dusting when I found Mr. Damnuels.

(giggles):
Do you want to know why I call him that?

Did you or did you not see
a man trying to get

into room five
on Saturday evening?

(sharply):
Sissy!

Did this man

push Mr. Damnuels...

Damn it.

...Mr. Daniels
down the stairs?

All I know is,
there was this fella,

and he was hollering
and shouting,

"Rose, Rose, let me in!"

And did he frighten you,
this man?

Him? Stiff breeze
would blow him over.

Who?

He gave me five quid
not to say anything.

Who, Sissy?

♪ ♪

The baby wasn't mine,
if that's what you're thinking.

You can prove that,
can you?

I moved back from Dublin
three months ago, so...

Rose had hidden
the pregnancy.

That night,

she was scared.

Didn't want anyone to know

she was in labor.
Not her aunt?

Especially not her aunt.

So you helped her
to the hotel?

Signed her in.

That was that.

GEORDIE:
Mr. Warne, you were seen upstairs

trying to get into her room.

I just wanted to make sure
she was all right.

And there was no struggle.

With Rose? No.

How about with the manager?

No.

Look, Rose didn't want me there,
so I left.

Bribing the chambermaid
on the way out.

I wanted the situation to be
treated with discretion.

Look, bring me a Bible.

I'll swear on it.

I left Rose there.

And I didn't hurt a soul.

♪ ♪

Did you buy a ring?

It was my old mum's.

I think she'd want you

to give it to someone
who really deserved it.

Would never have worked,
would it, you and me?

We'd have killed each other

before we made it
down the aisle.

It was good, wasn't it?

The other night--
we both had a...

...nice time, didn't we?

I have no complaints
in that department.

There's a Mrs. Peters out there.

And she's beautiful

and clever and not quite
as obstinate as me.

You're not obstinate.
Yes, I am.

No, you're not.

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

Imagine those two married.

Be hell on Earth.

Let's say Sam's telling
the truth.

Rose phones, says,
"They're here."

Who's they?

The manager?
With someone else, maybe?

(exhales):
None of this adds up.

Sam said Rose wanted
to get rid of the baby.

So why'd she change her mind?
She didn't.

She still doesn't
want to keep her.

All those months of hiding,
lying to everyone.

Months of no one
noticing.

God forbid Esme got pregnant.

Cathy would know
in a flash.

♪ ♪

Born out of wedlock
in a seedy back room

is hardly innocent.

She did know.

Her aunt knew.

"A seedy back room," she said.

We didn't mention the hotel.

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

(fusses softly)

♪ ♪

(doorknob rattles)

(knocking loudly)

Miss Bradley's gone, I'm afraid.

Where's she gone?

She's taken
a sabbatical.

A year in the countryside.

For her nerves, apparently.

Nerves, my arse--
only one reason a woman

takes an unexplained trip
to the countryside.

(breath trembling)
(footsteps approaching)

Have you found her?
Not yet-- we will.

This is my fault.
WILL: No.

I prayed to God to make
this all go away.

Was it always the plan?

For your aunt to pass the baby
off as her own?

It's not my plan.

Wait, she, she forced you
to keep it?

It's what she does.

Bullies, cajoles--
she keeps on and on at you

till you don't know
your own mind anymore.

And where would she go?

Wherever he is.

Who?
Mr. Warne.

They're in a relationship?
Of a sort, I suppose.

She bullies him
like she bullies everyone else.

He said he helped you
to the hotel.

He didn't help me.

She sent him to look for me.

Sam. (inhales sharply)
SAM (on phone): Rose?

What is it?

Oh, God, they're here.

(receiver slams)

(lock turns)

(knob rattles)
Rose? Open the door.

(knocking loudly)
(softly): Open the damn door.

(knob rattling)

♪ ♪

ROSE (voiceover):
I knew if I let him in,

he'd just take us back to her.

I couldn't have that.

I couldn't have her ruining
that baby's life, too.

(crying)

♪ ♪

(baby crying)

GEORDIE:
Miss Bradley?

Drive. Just drive!

You're not going
anywhere.

Do as I say!

Do as I say,
you stupid man!

You stupid, bloody man.

(baby whimpering)

It's about the one sensible
thing he's done so far,

I'd say, Miss Bradley.

(crying softens)

(Will shushing)

WILL:
You're used to it, aren't you?

People doing exactly
what you say.

Even your own niece.

I know what's best
for her.

Or what's best for you.

She didn't want
to have a baby.

I'm a woman of a certain age.

I wanted a child,
and fate intervened.

GEORDIE:
Bollocks.

You don't want that baby.

Not really.

It's just another way
to control.

To keep Rose under your thumb.

You make me sound
so calculating.

You forced her to have
a child against her will.

She agreed to have the child.

She was afraid not to.

I don't see that
I've done anything wrong.

What, aside
from kill a man?

Mr. Warne told you
Rose had run away.

GEORDIE:
He was afraid to tell you, though, wasn't he?

Left it till hours later.

For the first time,
everyone was defying you--

Rose, Mr. Warne--
and that made you angry.

(pounding on door)
Open the door! Open the door!

(doorknob rattles)
Is there a problem, madam?

GEORDIE:
Angry enough to take it out on whoever stood in your way.

Do not do this to me, Rose.

(pounding on door, knob rattles)
Perhaps we should talk downstairs.

(keys jangle)

Give me the key.

Give me the key!
I'm afraid I can't give them to you.

Give me the key!
(yelps)

(bones crack)

♪ ♪

(lock turns)

WILL:
But Rose was already gone.

Did you ever stop to think
what it was your niece wanted?

Did you even ask her?

Course you didn't.

She may be young.

She may have made decisions

you don't agree with,
but they are her decisions.

It's her life.

To do with as she wants.

I love her.

And I know what's best for her!

That's not love, Miss Bradley.

♪ ♪

(exhales)

♪ ♪

Just give us a second.

The adoption lady's here.

They'll find her
a good family, won't they?

Be fighting them off.

I have one question, Rose,

if you don't mind
my prying.

Why wear the blazer
from the school,

if you didn't want anyone
to trace the baby back to you?

I wasn't thinking
straight.

Or maybe you were.

Maybe on some level,
you wanted to be found.

You wanted to be reunited
with her.

Damn what your aunt wants and
damn what everyone else wants.

What do you want, Rose?

(sobbing):
I can't.

I can't bring up a child alone.

(sobbing)

What about the father?

He didn't want to know.

It's all so impossible.

You know, when I was your age,
I had a bust-up with my dad.

Mm.

Walked out of that house
and didn't once look back.

I was afraid of being alone, too.

But then, one day, you find
yourself surrounded by friends.

A new family.

One you love more than you
ever realized you could.

So if a cantankerous old bastard
like me can do it,

so can you.

(crying softly)

♪ ♪

(baby laughs)

♪ ♪

WILL:
As I stand here today, I can't help but think

of my first few weeks here
all those years ago.

I realize now
I was still a child.

In the eyes of God,
I had so much growing up to do.

But none of us can grow,

none of us can reach
our true potential,

without guidance.

Without love.

And along the way,

I have received so much of both.

From my wife.

My children.

(voice cracks):
And my friends.

(chuckles, sniffles):
Sorry.

I will cherish the friendships
I've made here

for the rest of my life.

♪ ♪

(exhales)

♪ ♪

Time to go, Isabel.

(Isabel coos)

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

(Dickens whimpers)

Good boy.

Look after the next chap,
won't you?

(whimpers)

(footsteps approaching)

MRS. CHAPMAN:
Will?

Come with me.

We've got a surprise.

It's a really big,
shiny car!

So not that much
of a surprise.

WILL:
Oh, you didn't need to do that.

Anything to get you off
that blooming awful motorbike.

Promise me one thing.
Anything.

Don't give us a second thought.

I mean it.

I was born in this village.

I'll die here.

But you,

you are going to do
so many wonderful things.

(sniffles)

♪ ♪

(Bonnie sighs)

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Never thought
I'd see the day.

My seventh vicar
come and gone.

Eighth time's the charm, perhaps.

Seventh time was
pretty wonderful.

(talking in background)

Look after him.
Of course I will.

You've made me a better person.

I think you did that all
by yourself, Leonard.

I thank God for you every day,
I really do.

(gasps)

♪ ♪

(both chuckle)

Bye!

(car engine starts)

(honks twice)

(all exclaiming)

Bye! Bye!

♪ ♪

BONNIE:
I'm sorry Geordie didn't make it.

Go on.

Go and find him.

Changing the world
can wait a little bit.

(brakes squeak)

Thank you.

(door opens and closes)

♪ ♪

I didn't miss you, then.

You didn't miss us.

Geordie...

Just let me...

Let me say this.

Look, meeting you...

It's been a godsend.

You're a godsend, Will.

You saved me.

You, you have.

When I've struggled,

when I've been down,

you saved me.

And I'm so grateful.

I am so (muted)damn grateful.

You have my blessing.

That's what I'm trying
to say.

Whatever you want to do
with your life,

you have my blessing.

I love you.

I love you, too.

(sniffles)

(exhales)

Go on, then.

Off you go.

Crimes won't solve themselves.

(chuckles, sniffles)

(hoarsely):
Geordie.

Yes?

I hope I made you proud.

Every day, son.

Every day.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(click)

♪ ♪

MRS. CHAPMAN: There's a
gentleman

breaking into the vicarage!

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

Dad was murdered,
and I can prove it.

GEORDIE: I have, in the past,
come to your predecessors

to ask for help.

I need your help with a case.

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