All language subtitles for Grantchester - S09E06 - Aflevering 6

"Amazing Grace", hmm.

"I once was lost,
but now am found."

Never really understood
those words before.

You found me and...

I don't know...

Maybe this is
the first time I've ever felt...

abandoned by you.

You brought me here
for a reason, I'm sure of it.

So, do I fight this?

Or do I go?

What is it you want from me?

Sorry, I'm...
sounding a bit churlish there,

but if you could
just give me a sign.

Horseshoes, crockery.

Find all manner of rubbish
out here on the dirt,

but this...

Not your average day
at the office, I imagine.

Gave me the shock of my life.

Could be our girl
who went missing

after going to the pictures.

Hmm.

Not her, Larry.

How can you tell?

Skull shape?

That...

and I doubt she popped out
to see the latest flick

with a bloody great
sword in her purse.

Alphy? Alphy!

There is a Roman soldier
in our village.

Ah. Lost, is he?

Alphy's working, my love.

Our very own Roman,
imagine that.

Trumpington
doesn't have a Roman.

Sorry.

There are architecturalists

in Marcus Blakely's
field, as we speak.

Archaeologists.

That's what I said. Archi...

From Oxford.

But we're not gonna
hold that against them, are we?

Oh, she will.
She has a thing about Oxford.

Well, it's no Cambridge, is it?

Della.

Say cheese.

The archi-whatsits
are looking for buried treasure.

How do you know all this?

She picks up gossip by osmosis.

On your feet, Alphy Kottaram.

I'm working, Mrs C.

This is the most exciting thing

to happen since
Mrs Harris drank too many ciders

and walked down the road
in her nethers. Work can wait.

I have absolutely
no choice in the matter, do I?

Alphy!

Funnily enough,

I was reading about this
only the other day.

70 AD, the Romans
came to Cambridge.

Mostly avoided
this area, though,

it was too wet
and marshy for them.

Nothing worse than
getting your sandals muddy.

You know your stuff, Jack.

I dabbled back in the day.

Worked digs in Agra,
Egypt, Alexandretta.

Hmm. I had no idea.

I had no idea!

Billy! Kate!

Cross. Perfect condition!

And look
at the detail. It's exquisite.

It's better than sex!

I'm not sure Billy would know.

To think
that was here all this time.

Ah, there's more
out there. I can feel it.

We're on the precipice
of a great discovery.

Bloody hope so. Amount of mud
you've trod through my house.

Be sure to come to our talk
this evening. Village Hall.

7:00 p.m. Come on.

Kate Earnshaw,

curator of archaeology
at the Ashmolean.

Ah. Alphy Kottaram,
plain old man of God.

"Ashmolean Museum."
That's in Oxford, isn't it?

- Have you been?
- Never felt the need.

We have lots
of museums in Cambridge.

Hello, Mr...

Not fond of interlopers?

Oh, she's not fond of anyone.

Don't take it personally, hmm.

Will you be there tonight?

That rather depends.

On?

If you will.

I'll be there.

Then so will I.

Come on.

An evening
with a bunch of academics?

Think I'd rather
have a chat with the skeleton.

The brown or the brown?

Whatever you think, Geordie.

Ah, it's a joke.

Cos they're
pretty much the same.

But if you have
to explain a joke, you...

One of those days?

It was fine.

There's still time.

It was Milburn.

Dora.

It was me. Sorry.

I wish getting a confession
was always that easy.

Upstairs.

Good boy.

It was your vase. Sorry, Cathy.

I think I'd rather not go out.

- I think I'd rather turn in.
- I'll buy you a new one.

- It's a vase, Geordie.
- I know how much you loved it.

It's just a vase.

Why are we
doing this again?

You got me. Alphy?

It's good for the village,

and what's good for the village
is good for the church.

Cathy had the right idea.

There's a slide show.

Ooh, slides.
You love a slide.

No one loves a slide.

I do. I love a slide.

You know, Cambridge

was a very significant
Roman settlement.

Celts from the
Northern Alps, mainly.

- Hmm.
- And there's beer, lots of beer.

Now you're talking.

Not only
did we find our skeleton,

the rather poetically
named Exhibit 5358,

but we've also found this,
clutched in his hand.

An attempt to curry
favour in the afterlife.

- What's it worth?
- Sylvia.

Couple of hundred?

It's hand-forged bronze.

Byzantine era.
I'd say 300 pounds.

300 pounds, huh?

I wouldn't give them
three pennies.

It can't be Byzantine, can it?

Hmm, I thought
Britain wasn't a part

of the Byzantine empire
in its early days,

so it couldn't
belong to our chap

unless I'm mistaken.

Who are you, Jack?

Yes. It's more likely Flavian.

Our young apprentice still has
much to learn, don't you, Billy?

Yes, Professor.

Are you hoping to find more?

Oh, we're certain of it.

With enough time and resources
and financial support,

apologies for the clumsy segue,

but as that great academic
Professor Munger once said,

"You have to speculate
to accumulate."

And if you would like
to make a donation,

it will be put to good use.

From one antiquarian to another.

May our lives
always lie in ruins.

Thank you.

Excuse me for a moment.

Red, please.

Good day?

Barely glanced up.

Spend my life
looking at the ground.

Well, I spend mine
looking to the heavens, so...

Both searching
for the same thing, I think.

Answers.

Something
I've failed to find recently.

Such a winning combination.

Devout and troubled.

I'm not troubled.

I'm not!

Look... look at this face, huh.

Sunny, upbeat.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me for just a second.

David?

Alphy, my boy.

Quite the shindig.

Shame I didn't get an invite.

Well, I only just found out
about it myself, so...

Yes.

Well, thought I'd pop by,
meet my new flock.

- Of course.
- Anyone I should avoid?

- No, no. They're all lovely.
- Hmm?

I heard the housekeeper's
an absolute harridan.

Erm, red or white?

Well, if it's good,
I'll have the red.

- White it is, then.
- Oh.

Er, white, please. Thank you.

What's he doing here?

His job?

Stomping all over
your grave, more like.

And you're not even gone yet.

Thank you.

We're gonna
talk about this later.

You all right, champ?

Champ?

Well, it just felt like
a champ kind of moment.

You know, the new vicar.

It is what it is.

Have they put
something in the water?

Why is everyone so bloody calm?

You, Cathy.

I don't know
what's got into her recently.

Well, it's good, isn't it?

Calm is good.

It's unnerving, is what it is.

You should be out there,

causing a ruckus.

And what would it change, hmm?

I'd still be out of a job.

Might feel better, though.

Geordie, if I'm supposed to go,
then that's what I'll do.

Ah! Leaving it
to the fella upstairs?

Hmm. Mmm-hmm.

When he's ready,
he'll give me a sign.

What are you hoping for?
Burning bush?

I'll know it when I see it.

Let's bloody hope so.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please take your seats.

This evening's slide show...

Another Roman, Mr Blakely?

You'd best take a look.

Laid out just like the skeleton.

Same position.

Maybe it's a sign.

I thought he was in his tent.

I thought he was sleeping.

Come and sit down.

You'd known him a while?

He was my tutor at Oxford.

Once slipped up
in a seminar and called him Dad.

Everyone thought
it was hysterical, but...

I don't know.

That's what it felt like.

He seemed like
an impressive man.

Sometimes you meet greatness.

Sometimes you're lucky enough
to bask in it for a while.

Perhaps these things
are never meant to last.

Where is it?

- You left it out, didn't you?
- Left what out?

You bloody fool.
It's been stolen!

The cross was here.

- I left it right here.
- Well, I didn't touch it.

Well, you didn't keep
an eye on it either, did you?

But I can't be
responsible for everything.

Is anything else missing?

No, I don't think so.

My rock hammer.
It was in my kit.

It's not my job...

- Tempers are fraying.
- Yeah.

- I left it right there!
- They're upset.

At least someone is, I suppose.

You know,
expressing their emotions--

- You are so...
- Insightful?

Unsubtle, I was going to say.

Like a rock hammer
to the back of the head.

Larry, we're looking
for a rock hammer.

What's one of them?

Hazard a guess.

- A hammer for rocks?
- There you go.

I was up early walking.
I didn't see anything wrong...

I saw them arguing.

Mrs Blakely and Henry.

I saw them arguing last night.

I can't say I'm surprised.

He was a charlatan.

Barely cold, Della.

He was playing you, Marcus.

Is that what
you were arguing about?

Did you see how much
money was changing hands?

How much money
ended up in that tin of his.

Do you think
we'll see any of it?

Well,
he promised us a cut.

You're so naive.

- Henry took us for lunch.
- He took us for fools.

Maybe you decided
to get what was owed you,

and when
Henry wouldn't give it--

Oh, I took
what was owed us, all right.

Della!

It's our land.
It's our bloody cross.

Did you kill him?

I know you think
I'm a terrible old nag,

but I'm not a murderer.

Della,
just give it back.

It's ours, Marcus.

It's the museum's.

Well, technically,
it belongs to the state.

- This is theft.
- Says the grave robber.

Archaeology
is not grave-robbing.

- What's the difference?
- It's a rather complex topic.

There's no point
in trying to explain.

Too thick
to understand, are we?

That's not what she said.

And what makes you
the authority on it?

How about
a PhD, for starters.

Whoopdie-doo,
she's got a PhD.

- Everyone, bow down.
- Enough!

I'll keep the damn cross.
How about that?

I'll keep it till a decision
is made about where it belongs.

You good?

Good? Good.

Take a seat.

Someone'll take
your statements shortly.

Letting off
a bit of steam in there?

- No.
- Hmm.

- Not getting a bit agitated.
- I'm fine.

Professor's bag's
on your desk, boss.

Thanks, Larry.

Funny thing
to dedicate your life to.

Hmm. Not too different
from what we do.

Hmm. Digging through
other people's dirt?

We're all just trying
to make sense of the world.

What?

You fancy her.

I don't fancy her.

She's just...

She's intriguing.

"Intriguing."

What's this?

Nice try.

No, really.

"Declan Miller,
fine arts and antiquities."

There. Henry was
supposed to meet him today.

What's NQA?

They might know.

They might.

Although they might lie.

They might.

We need someone impartial.

We need an expert.

So, this is where you hide out.

And Sylvia is not to know.

What do you know about
the antiquities business, Jack?

Try me.

What does NQA stand for?

Some kind of qualification?

"No questions asked."

Ah, of course.

I'd say your Declan Miller
was black market.

So, if our victim Henry
had an appointment with him...

Then the professor
was black market too.

The professor
seemed above board.

It's only a thin line between
an archaeologist and a thief.

And which were you?

That's a story for another time.

What about the rest of the team?

Would they be thieves too?

Birds of a feather and all that.

I'd keep my eye
on the whole damn lot of them.

Kate's not a thief.

Oh, too "intriguing" for that?

She works for a museum.

What's a museum if not
a building full of stolen stuff?

Oh, what's this?

Taking tea.

And why aren't you
at each other's throats?

We're getting on
quite nicely at the moment.

Very nicely, as it happens.

Speak to the Ashmolean Museum,

find out what you can
about Miss Earnshaw.

I'll do it, if you like.

No, you enjoy your tea.

Why's everyone so bloody calm!

Quick as you can, Miss Scott!

So this is where you hide out?

Don't tell Sylvia.

Pint?

I probably shouldn't.

Me neither.

- Er, two more over here, please.
- Of course.

So...

So? Love or money?

The latter. How did you guess?

Us Brits can happily
converse about anything

but love or money.

I saw you donated to the dig.

Rather wishing I hadn't now.

I just...

I've been working with Sam.

The preacher
from the halfway house.

He's been doing
such wonderful things.

He's a fantastic young man.

He's helped so many people

and we are hoping
to expand our operation.

Reach more people and...

You're grimacing.

I gave Sam 20 pounds
a few weeks back.

And we are
so grateful for that, but--

- You need more.
- We need more.

I consider you family,
you know I do.

I just...

No, no, it's fine.

I can't keep putting
my hand in my pocket

every time someone asks.

I don't have endless reserves.

No, of course.

I'm sorry.

You have endless
reserves for Leonard.

That's a little different.

In what way?

In what way is it different?

- Well...
- Oh...

I suppose there's family,
and then there's family.

It's not like that at all.
No, please. Don't go.

I think I've probably
wasted enough of your time.

What have you got?

Seems like your Miss Earnshaw
has a somewhat chequered past.

Her old boss
at the Ashmolean Museum

had quite a lot
to say about her,

and the professor.

We've been doing
some digging of our own.

What would you say
if we told you

Henry was a grave robber?

No.

Absolutely not.

The professor was
the most upstanding fellow

I... I ever met.

It was almost spiritual to him.

The pursuit
of knowledge.

The wisdom of the ancients.

The ten grand
in his bank account?

He already had a buyer
for that cross of yours.

Henry was double-crossing you.

I don't believe you.

Were you part of it too?

Kate is...

She is prodigious in her field.

Not gonna argue with that.

I work for the Ashmolean.

Might argue with that, though.

You worked for the Ashmolean.

- Past tense.
- Suspended a year ago.

Pilfering from the exhibits.

Is this yours?

Any other
stolen artefacts in here?

Go ahead.

What did you do, Kate?

We asked
your boss at the museum

if you're the kind of woman
who would kill for a crucifix.

You know what he said?

"She'd kill
for the fillings in your teeth."

So how does it work,
Miss Earnshaw?

I'm more interested
in how this works.

Do you steal to order?

Anglo-Saxon necklace here,
Roman crucifix there.

You fascinate me, Vicar.

What's going on
in that head of yours?

I'm asking the questions.

Did you and Henry
have a falling out?

I don't remember.

I'd had a few to drink.

See, I'm wondering
if you found out

he was gonna sell that cross

to a black-market dealer
behind your back.

Cut you out of the deal.

Does the name
Declan Miller ring any bells?

Lost.

That's what it is.

You look lost.

Miss Earnshaw.

- I'm not lost.
- Mr Kottaram.

Did you kill Henry?

What happened to you?

What happened to me?

There's something
in your past, isn't there?

I don't think about the past.

Shame.

The most interesting things
are always behind us.

Miss Earnshaw!

The murder weapon
was in your belongings.

Henry and I didn't argue.

He didn't double-cross me,

and I'm pretty sure I'd remember

plunging a rock
hammer into his skull.

Welcome to the first meeting
of the emergency committee

for the reinstatement
of Alphy Kottaram

to the good parish
of Grantchester.

Great name.
Rolls off the tongue.

Who's taking minutes?

It's just the three of us
having a conversation.

Jack.

Yes, my love.

First order...

Reinstatement of Alphy Kottaram

to the good parish
of Grantchester?

You are being
very facetious this evening,

but, yes, exactly that.

I'm not sure
there's much we can do, Sylvia.

I'm not letting him go
without a fight.

Me neither.

Did you see his replacement?

Smiles, but not with his eyes.

The absolute brute.

Letter writing.
That's what we'll do.

Straight to the nuclear option.

We'll write to everyone we know
demanding Alphy stays.

I'll get the envelopes.
Leonard, you lick the stamps.

I've been meaning to apologise.

For Mrs C?

To... to Daniel.

Daniel?

I very much want to support
both your endeavours,

you know that,
but, er, his work with Sam,

it's obviously
very important to him, but...

I have to be a little
careful with the pennies.

Of course.

I understand. We both do.

Daniel was sorry he asked.

Actually, Jack should do stamps.

I'm not sure you could
be trusted with alignment.

Your wife, on the other hand.

Evening.

Evening, fellas. Er, deal me in.

Here is how it's going to go.

You...

are going to wear this.

Ah.

Which according
to the shop assistant

is "beyond darling",
whatever that means.

You're gonna whack on
some of that perfume

that makes me feel things
I've not felt in a while,

and we're off to a restaurant

I can neither
pronounce nor afford.

Too "darling" for you?

No, it's lovely.

I'm just so tired.

Not to worry.

You don't mind, do you?

I can barely keep my eyes open.

I don't mind.

Of course I don't mind.

- Whatever you want.
- Hmm.

What is it, Cathy?

Hmm? You don't shout.
You don't laugh.

I can't remember
the last time I saw you smile.

I thought this is how
you wanted me.

This is what you want, isn't it?

I don't understand.

I'm just tired.

Usual.

Will Marcus
be back soon?

Oh, I don't know.

He was talking to Billy.

- Was he?
- Hmm.

What would that be about?

Buried treasure, no doubt.

He's talked about nothing else
since they got here.

You don't approve,
of Marcus's enthusiasm?

There's no gold in that field.

It's nice for him to have
a bit of hope, still, though.

It's not hope. It's delusion.

I just wish he could be
happy with what he's got.

He's not happy?

He's always striving
for something.

Like what we've got
isn't enough for him.

Like you're not enough for him?

So maybe Marcus
found a way to make money.

Killed the professor for...

What?

Not Marcus, no.

Just... No.

Good night.

Congratulations, good night.

Mind if I join you?

Not sure I'll be much company.

Petra.

That's not your name.

No.

Alphaeus.

That's not your name either.

So...

You a student?

- Third-year classics.
- Mmm.

But you don't
wanna talk about that.

Don't I?

I have a feeling...

you don't want to talk at all.

Pleasure to meet you,

Petra.

Shh! Wait, wait, wait.

If you're caught here,
I'm done for, OK?

Shh...

What about
maths or chemistry?

Chemistry? No!

We can talk now, if you like.

No? No talking?

No talking.

What's your real name?

Alphaeus.

Really?

Yes, really.

Biblical, is it?

New Testament. No-one special.

Are we going to do that thing

where we'll insist
we'll keep in touch?

I had a wonderful time.

Ditto...

Alphaeus.

Mrs C?

Mrs Chapman?

And these
break-ins are becoming

a bit of a regular occurrence.

Almost time your watch by them.

This is it, Geordie.

This is the sign
I've been waiting for.

God is not going
to come down here

and fling about your paperwork.

It's not exactly saying,
"stay your welcome", is it?

It's not a sign,
you daft bugger.

Did you see anyone?

Hear anyone?

When I got home
this morning, it was just...

Well, you can see.

When you came home?

Yes.

This morning?

Yes.

Sly old dog.

- Miss Earnshaw?
- No.

- You sly... sly... sly--
- Stop.

Huh, and now follows the guilt
and the self-recrimination.

Yeah, I've seen this
whole vicar hoopla before.

Actually, I feel pretty good.

Yeah, sex'll do that.

I seem to remember anyway.

Is anything missing?

- Oh, God.
- What?

The cross.

Oh.

Break-in's nothing to do
with the cross there.

So what is it to do with?

Saw young Billy last night,

handing an envelope
to the farmer.

Money?

Maybe.

Perhaps Marcus
was in cahoots with Billy,

who was double-crossing Henry.

I thought Henry
was double-crossing Kate?

Maybe Billy was
double-crossing them both.

More bloody crosses
than the Church of England.

But why would
Billy pay off Marcus?

Unless he was doing
the right thing.

Paying Marcus when everyone else
was taking advantage.

What if it was to do
with the cross?

- The break-ins?
- The murder.

Now you've lost me.

It was everything
to do with the cross.

- What?
- Nothing.

That's the third "nothing"
and it's only eight o'clock.

Jack is family.

He's not a bank manager.
He's not a blank cheque.

Right.

Begging on Sam's behalf.

It's embarrassing.

What?

- Nothing.
- Very good.

Very droll.

Your whole life, this place,
is built on Jack's handouts.

- I have worked very hard.
- Oh, and I haven't?

I didn't mean that.

What does it matter, anyway?

- You're the chosen one.
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.

I'm just your... your shadow,

your plus-one to a party
no-one wants me at.

You're so paranoid.

It's how I feel, Leonard.

When did you get so bitter?

I'm just stating facts.

I don't know about you, but I've
had enough of this tedious spat.

Sam said you'd do this.

- Walk away.
- Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam.

Bloody Sam!

Billy said the cross
was from the Byzantine era,

but you said it couldn't be.

It just seemed odd to me
that a cross of that era

was buried with a Roman soldier.

Perhaps you could
take a closer look?

- Strange.
- Hmm.

It is Byzantine.

How can you tell?

Well, you see this
small bar here?

It was for Christ
to rest his feet on.

This is,
at the earliest, 500 AD.

Hadn't the Romans
left England long before then?

- Don't look at me.
- Exactly.

It couldn't belong
to our skeleton friend.

He died hundreds of years
before this was even made.

When you pointed out
the discrepancy,

that's when Billy realised...

Henry was lying.

Gentlemen.

So this is where
you've been hiding.

Sorry.

That envelope
Billy gave you, Marcus...

what was in it?

The young chap said
it's what the professor owed us.

Said he always made it
a point of honour

to pay his debts before they go.

Funny, isn't it, Marcus?

They made all those promises.

Treasures galore,

- and now off they pop.
- They're leaving?

Billy Randall?

What did you do, Billy?

You called him Dad
by mistake once.

Did you think of the professor
like that? Like a father?

In your eyes,
he could do no wrong.

Until the day he did.

You realised the skeleton
and the cross,

they weren't from the same era.

Yes. It's more likely Flavian.

Our young apprentice
still has much to learn.

That's when you knew.

The professor was everything
he claimed to stand against.

He was a common
black-market thief.

Kate stole the cross
from the museum.

Henry planted it
to fool the Blakelys.

To give them hope

that there was more
out there in that field.

And then he got the villagers

to put their hands
in their pockets,

and if there was
nothing in that field,

win-win.

He'd already made
a small fortune.

He understood
the value of a sign.

That cross was a sign
to the Blakelys, to all of us.

"Keep digging.
There's more out there."

The first lecture
I ever saw him give,

he told us archaeology
isn't about money.

It's not about riches.

It's about
the search for meaning.

We had to be
scrupulous in our actions,

or that meaning would be lost.

We should never
lose our way, he said.

Then he did exactly that.

You tricked them,
Henry. You lied.

You told us never to tell lies.

Oh, grow up, Billy.
You're becoming a real bore.

I thought he believed
in what we did.

If you don't believe,

if there's no meaning,
then what else is there?

Come to return the cross?

I'm not sure
it was yours to be returned.

Keep it, if you like.

Funds for the needy.

How about if I bury it again?

Dig it up in a hundred years?

Who knows?
Might make your fortune.

But then again,
I don't think

it's a fortune
you're looking for, is it?

And what am I looking for?

Somewhere you belong.

Same as the rest of us.

Do you believe in signs?

Lot of nonsense.

You?

Well, I believe in God,
so it's not much of a leap.

Have you had a sign?

I think so.

And?

And I have my answer now.

What was the question?

Stay or go.

What's the fun in staying?

Life is
a search for meaning.

We search
for meaning everywhere.

We look for signs in the stars.

We look for them
in the earth beneath our feet.

We look for it in the faces
of the people we love.

Perhaps they have the answers.

We try to find meaning
in the smallest of things.

Because without meaning,

what is the purpose
of our lives?

The struggles we endure,
the worries, the fears,

it all has to amount
to something, doesn't it?

And so we search.

We find it here,
in this very building,

and there is value
in that search,

because in searching,
we find answers,

and in answers we find truth.

He has a plan for us,

even if we don't
see it straight away.

He will let us know.

God gives us a sign
when we need it most

and when he does,
we must follow it

wherever it takes us.

Even if it means leaving a place

and... people
we have grown to love.