All language subtitles for Grantchester - S09E07 - Aflevering 7

How do you
do this, Dora?

I'm not a suspect.

That's exactly what
a suspect would say.

Dad!

If it was that
Evans boy playing rough...

He won't come near us
since you said you'd arrest him.

He's only seven!
- Mmm-hmm.

Then tell me you weren't
nicking apples again?

Oh, the silent treatment.

Trust me, in the end,

the truth will out.

Ah, it can't have been
too bad a cut.

She just shot off
down the street like a rocket.

How's the book?

I don't know.

I found these in the cupboard.

When did you start
taking them, Cath?

Dr Bennett said
to try them for a month.

Mood stabilisers.

This is better,
though, isn't it?

Less screaming and fighting.

Less Cathy.

Just like Mum.

Do you remember?

Seeing her disappear bit by bit.

It's not the same.

It's exactly the same.

You said I was starting
to sound like her.

I just meant you were worked up.

Worst day of my life,

out on the street,

watching her get
put into that van.

It might take longer...

but I'll end up just the same.

That awful institution.

I will never let that happen.

What is it, Larry?

A woman's gone missing.

There's a lot of it about.

Ah, Geordie.

You have to try some of these
Chelsea buns from Fitzbillies.

Had them before, yeah.

Oh. Right.

Well, while I'm still here,

I'm working through
some Cambridge traditions.

You shouldn't
have to go.

A lot of us would rather
you weren't leaving, you know.

Thank you, Mrs C,
but I've made my peace with it.

The future is
an open road of possibilities.

Hmm, not for everyone.

Ah... OK, I'll bite. Who's died?

No one yet,
but there is a missing student.

Call came in this morning
from her distraught father.

There was me thinking
you were drawn here

by the smell of cinnamon.

Oh, there's more milk

if it's too hot.

Is this a joke?

What, you know her?

Wait...

Thank you, Mrs C.

She's a student at Girton.

How do you know her?

She's not the one you...
- Yeah, Geordie...

It's Caroline Stansham.
You know who her dad is?

Hugh Stansham,
very big in plastics.

Supplies half
the country, apparently.

I'll be honest,
it didn't come up.

Wasn't that last week?

Same night as the break-in here.

Her dad says she's been missing
for at least a fortnight,

which could make you

the last person
to have seen her.

I've found it helps
having one of you lot

to grease the wheels.

One of my lot?

Gets you past the podge quicker

when you know
your tripos from your pidges.

Come again?

Well, you know, college speak.

Well, I never went to Cambridge.

London Bible College.

Well, what bloody use is that?

Oh, sorry to disappoint.

Morning.

Detective Inspector Keating.
- Morning.

Any of this familiar?

Bare walls
didn't strike you as odd?

It was dark, and...

I was occupied.

Hmm.

Caroline Stansham.

Reading classics
and waiting on her results.

Dad said
there was no boyfriends.

Though clearly he didn't know
about the randy reverend.

She's a writer.
- Huh?

At a student paper.

Editor's an "Eric Delgado".

Oh, there's an address
for submissions.

Sir Roger
Throbingdon's residence,

please do slip yourself inside.

Great.

You two are the "honest ducks"?

It depends on who's enquiring.

Detective Inspector Keating
and Mr Kottaram.

Christ, we're in for it now.

I stand by every word
we said about that chaplain.

He never should have sniffed
that woman's underwear,

particularly at her funeral.

All right, cut it out.

Which one of you
is Eric Delgado?

Neither, he's Nigel Rivers.

And he's Innes Clark.

Delgado's a tutor.

Helped set us up.

Checks in every now and then.

Whenever he fancies a gossip.

When did you last see
Caroline Stansham?

A month ago.

Why? What's happened to her?

Well, that's what
we're trying to establish.

She worked here?

One of our contributors.

She penned a string
of "girl about town" spoofs.

And she's wonderful.

Close, were you?

Joined at the hips,
once or twice.

Went to a couple
of dances, that's all.

She wanted to do
more proper stuff,

so we said, "Bring us a story",

and she never came back.

"Proper stuff"?

The serious side.

You have one of those?

Comedy is camouflage.

Between the gags,
we skewer the establishment.

Profound nutrition

sandwiched between
two fart jokes.

That one's for the Fringe.

My dear, late mum...
- God rest her soul.

...used to say,
"Hold the bastards to account!"

And the brilliance
of modern publishing is

anyone can do it.
- Ha.

That's just what
the world needs,

idiots in their rooms,
able to share

their every thought
with the public.

What was Caroline looking into?

That's what we have to find out.

And how we gonna do that?

We'll retrace her steps.

And you've never
seen her here before?

She wasn't a regular.

Then why come here
on that particular night?

What on earth brought you here?

I was blowing off steam.

Besides, I like it.

Salt of the earth, you know.

I mean, was she in trouble?

You know, disappeared for weeks,

only to throw herself
at a complete stranger

in a bar like this.

She wasn't running or hiding.

Oh, cos
you knew her so well.

We did have a connection.

Well, it's a dead end now.

Sorry, you're giving up?

She's 21, finished her studies,

wealthy as the day is long,
she could be anywhere.

We've done all we can.

That what
you'll tell her father?

Hey...

I wanna find her too,
but without a body,

wanting doesn't get us very far.

Now, I need to get on.

What do you want?

What's that mean?

It's unnerving, being summoned
by you like this, of an evening.

Would you ever
consider coming back?

You've one less in your nest.

I thought that would help,

bit of space between
Esme and Cathy,

you know, refocus
on the other three.

I can barely corral them
out the front door.

And Cathy?

She's gone on the pills.

They're strong ones.

For what?

For her moods.

She had a lot of anger.

She couldn't sleep.

Forgetful.

These pills, they've helped her?

She's not as angry.

But now it feels like they're
just masking the problem.

Masking Cathy.

Truthfully, I am at a loss.

I'll pop round tomorrow,
see what's to be done.

Thank you, Mrs C.

Morning, Larry.

I should've kept my trap shut.

Boss?

I said we needed a body.

It's Caroline Stansham,
isn't it?

No, boss.

Innes Clark.

Another student
found him this morning.

Throat's been cut.

I'm so sorry,
I simply don't have the room.

I know I sound
like the innkeeper.

No one wants
to be the innkeeper,

but we're fit to burst here.

Maybe try St Jude's.

Oh, a little bit of peace
would be nice.

You're not
the one to blame

for these feelings, Alice.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to...

Sorry.

Daniel, you take it from here.

Shall we?

Sorry about that.

Leonard
shouldn't have interrupted.

My fault,
I need an occupied sign.

That looked a little intense.

Mmm, it is.

Sharing their deepest fears,

everything the stiff
upper lip suppresses.

It's quite a shift

from those inspiring,
spiritual talks.

Well, that was the theory,
this is the practice.

Personal, spiritual improvement.

I studied these
techniques at Corpus.

I'm pretty sure Daniel didn't,

and he's offering counsel now?

Well, he's... giving back.

You know how much
this has helped him, Leonard.

It's made such a difference.

He just wants other people
to have that chance.

Besides it's only right,

since he's investing
in our work.

Investing?

You could be so proud, Leonard.

I am.

So he was your student,

Mr Delgado?

It's unthinkable.

Innes was a...
a true moral crusader.

After yesterday's chat,

I imagine he had
a sizeable list of enemies.

What is it
they say about judging a man

by the quality of his enemies?

I'd take quantity every time.

Any enemies who'd do
something about it?

If I do your job for you,
do I get to carry a badge?

Answer the question, Nigel.

We accused the dean of deviancy,

the bursar of bigamy,

a lovely little spread
about gonorrhoea in Girton.

We do love
a little alliteration.

What's littering
got to do with it?

Sharp as a marble, this one.

Nigel!

Enough!

What? It's acceptable
for him to be an idiot,

but I can't point it out?

This isn't a game, son.

There's still
some of your friend

on the floor over there.

Look, killing Innes would be
a ridiculous overreaction.

Plus it's left me
short of a cover story.

Where were you last night?

Alone.

Studying in my room.

Nigel's
a thunderous talent.

I wholly vouch
for his character.

We'll be in touch.

See if his neighbours
heard anything.

Boss.

Yesterday, we're here
looking for Caroline, and...

today Innes is dead.

Someone picking off journalists?

We have to find her, Geordie.

Some of these look like
they've been stepped on.

Printing with Letrasets,
that's not cheap.

Bugger.

Geordie?
- Mmm?

Anything?

Someone's exposed
this roll of film.

Destroying evidence?
- Yeah.

There's some still in the reel.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's all go here.
- I'm well aware.

What do you want?

Is Daniel about?

He's the only one of Sam's
little project who isn't.

He had to run home.
Oh, bear with me.

Derek, compost.

I'd like a word with him too.

Slow down, Leonard!
He's not going anywhere.

What in God's name?

Or maybe he is.

You look like a committee.

Have you lost your mind?

Nice to see you too.

When were you going
to tell me about this?

It's my house,
Leonard, my choice.

As much as
you'd like to think otherwise.

We need a favour.
Can we take this inside?

Sylvia? What are
you doing here?

Geordie asked me
to come back for the odd day,

to help out.
- Oh.

OK.

When a man takes notice
of his wife's health,

something's truly amiss.

This is
a wonderful home.

You hate it.

You've begged me
to move into Cambridge.

This is Sam, isn't it?

God forbid I listen to someone

other than
the all-knowing Leonard.

Shall we concentrate
on the matter at hand?

You'll regret this.

All so you can throw more money
at this self-analysis nonsense.

And how much money
has Jack thrown

at your "nonsense"
over the years?

Fellas! Enough.

How long's left?

Here we are.

Bingo.

That's Eric Delgado.

Their tutor.

And that is a very flexible
young fella with him.

Also known as motive.

What?

Can you print these?
- No.

Please go now.

I should never
have agreed to this.

You're helping the police.

To destroy
the lives of men. Out!

I was feeling blue.

Then suddenly
anxious and fizzing.

I couldn't sleep.

I forgot things,
or I couldn't concentrate.

I was awful with the kids.

Just so angry, all the time.

No wonder Esme moved out.

I had no interest
in poor Geordie.

It was just like Mum,
the way it all built up.

Now it's the opposite.

The pills just flatten me.

I feel like I'm only half here.

You've just
described the change.

Have you gone through it yet?

No. It's all in my head.

Have you?

No, but the pills.

They're just like Mum's.

They are working.

They smothered you.

It's all still
going on underneath.

How much did your mum
and sisters tell you?

Well, they gave me
maybe a sense of it.

My Ronnie'd run off,
so I went through it alone.

Just the daft
old vicar to shout at.

Sylvia, how's that gonna help?

It's the last thing I need.
How am I gonna cope?

It's as natural
as going from girl to woman.

And once you've gone through it,

you'll feel better than ever.

You don't need pills.

You've got me.

You've a husband who loves you.

Bit of space and patience,

we'll get you there.

You're named
as The Honest Duck's editor.

So, you're across
everything they publish?

Of course.

The boys keep me informed.

So you've seen
the many potentially

slanderous claims made...

against public figures?

Well, I did warn them
about stirring the pot.

We found this here.

It's been over exposed,
ruining most of the shots,

but three remain.

You might wanna take a look.

Did you know about this?

Did they blackmail you

to let them print
whatever they liked?

Did you come here,
kill Innes Clark,

and attempt to destroy
this evidence?

Those boys wouldn't do this.

It's some vile peeping Tom.

Did you kill Innes, Mr Delgado?

No!

Where were you last night?

I was at home.

Your family
can vouch for you?

I'm innocent.

I wasn't here.

Then tell us.

Your alibi...

Is he in that picture?

I have a wife.

A daughter.

Mr Delgado, in my experience,

not much good comes
from policing personal affairs.

Our concern is murder.

If you're innocent,
your friend...

has to make a statement.

We can do that quietly.

Thank you, Inspector.

Did you know
all the student journalists?

Did you know Caroline Stansham?

Yes, I... I was always running
into her around campus.

She seemed to be everywhere.

When did you last see her?

Month ago.

In rapt attention
to some campus beatnik,

all that self-help guff.

Sam something.

Sam White?
- Yes.

Yes, that's the one.

Leonard, is Sam White here?

I've no idea.
- Damn it.

Caroline!

You have me at a disadvantage,

"Reverend" Alphaeus.

You two know each other?

It's just Alphy.

Are you all right...
- Miss Stansham,

I'd like a word
down the station.

It's OK.

Without any
conflicts of interest.

Innes was such a darling.

You know, he took
a chance on me as a writer.

No one had ever
done that before.

You think of anyone

who might've
wanted to silence him?

How long have you got?

They treated complaints
like badges of honour.

Where were you last night?

With Sam.

We've been doing up a place
together on the edge of town.

So he's your boyfriend?

He's...

he's quite wonderful.

For how long?

Four glorious weeks.

Hmm.

You sound evangelical.

I guess so.

I found my purpose,

helping Sam,

recording his work
and funding his ambitions.

With your father's money?

My money.

I'm 21,

and it's a far better use of it
than anything he's ever done.

So, are you two...

Mmm.

We are.

You know Caroline how, exactly?

We... met at a bar.

Were you together?

No...

Well, er, briefly.

How long ago?

Would it be all right
if I had a private word

with Miss Stansham?

My office.
- Thank you.

A vicar?

You kept that quiet.

Never show your hand.

Said the card shark
in the cassock.

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

And then Inspector Keating
asked for help finding you...

I'm with Sam.

I'm in love with him.

But I had fun with you.

Have I broken a commandment?

No.

I had fun too.

Did you meet Sam at the college?

All thanks to Innes.

He said, "Find a story",
so I went looking.

I came across one of Sam's talks

and met his group, and...

I was inspired.

It's like what church
is supposed to be,

but without all
of the dreadfully boring bits.

No offence.

Reporter turned do-gooder?

What, you don't believe me?
- Yeah.

Satire and earnestness.

Well, they seem an uneasy fit.

Come along to the halfway
house tomorrow night.

There's a party.

Sam's organised it.

Be in the story,

instead of sniping
from the sidelines

like Innes and Nigel.

I think that's where the two
of them felt most comfortable.

Not if they were
together for too long.

All of the fighting
and jealousy,

it could get quite vicious.

Why was she
at that bar that night,

if she's so happy with Sam?

Because she's greedy?

Or maybe it's not
all sunshine and roses.

Hmm. Maybe.

You listened to this?

Nah, more the goon's man.

Mind if I?
- Be my guest.

Nigel, listen.

I've got a great idea
for a comedy sketch.

Prime Minister,
there is a visitor in reception.

Quite insistent.

Oh, do they
have an appointment?

Well, no.

But I believe
it may be pertinent

as they are, in fact,

the four horsemen
of the Apocalypse.

Four?
But I only have three chairs.

Could one of them wait outside?

I believe
they come as a quartet.

I just think
that's a better out.

"A better out"?
Oh, how technical.

One show at the Footlights

and you think
you're Alan bloody Bennett.

Please, Nigel.

They gave you it
out of pity!

Maybe if my mum died,

I could get three lines
in a crap show too.

Nigel...

You drag me down, Innes.

I should have got
shot of you years ago.

Oh, that's him!

What?

What have you got?

This little satirist has a bite.

What's all this?

If you stop with the pills,

you'll start getting
all those feelings again.

Angry, fizzing...

Sylvia!

Be angry
if you want to be angry.

Really?

I went through

a whole Staffordshire
set during my turn.

Better?

A little.

Besides the blue moods
and sleeplessness,

the menopause is a bugger
for hot flushes, night sweats,

and dryness in your downstairs.

I'll, erm...
I'll leave you two to it.

You little runt!
Who do you think you are?

Get off me!
- Larry!

Get your hands off me...
- Oi, cut it out!

...you moron!
- Oi!

Look what he's written.

Christ.

Almost went
with "Dumblock Holmes".

Interview room now!

Larry, I didn't mean...
- You did.

I know what you think of me.
I know that much.

I should
thank you, Inspector.

You just handed me
the next special issue

on police brutality.
- Enough.

You're nothing but a gobby
prat with a soapbox...

Geordie.

Innes justified your approach

as "skewering
the establishment",

but this...

This is just a petty,
personal attack.

Blame Innes, he left me short.

Your simpleton
was obvious filler.

What was Innes working on?

No doubt some worthy tirade.

But I'll never know.

It wasn't on his desk,
or anywhere in the room.

It was taken?

And he never told you
what it was about?

After you left, all he could
talk about was Caroline.

Who took the photographs
of Mr Delgado?

What photos?

The peeping
Tom shots, you know.

I don't!

Innes and I were
sent stuff separately,

often anonymously.

If it was worth
sharing, we would,

but more often than not,

he'd handled the worthy
and I handled the funny.

Hmm.

One show at the Footlights

and you think
you're Alan bloody Bennett!

Please, Nigel.

They gave you it out of pity!

Maybe if my mum died,

I could get three lines
in a crap show too.

Nigel...

You drag me down, Innes.

I should have got
shot of you years ago.

Oh, it was meant
to be a collaboration,

but you... you turned it
into a competition.

Against someone warmer,

more charming.

Do you know
what I think, Nigel?

I think you've got
a mean streak.

It's made worse with drink.

You mean enough
to kill Innes Clark?

He was the charmer.

People liked him.

That's why I needed him.

I'm...

I'm just "a gobby prat
with a soapbox".

He's more likely
to use a poison pen

than to cut a throat.

And Delgado's close friend
popped in to confirm his alibi.

Someone tried
to destroy those photos.

Hmm.

And Innes was writing
an article that's disappeared.

Maybe someone else
at the paper held a grudge?

Maybe Caroline can help.

Aren't you lot meant to avoid
coveting another man's wife?

It's a genuine line of inquiry.

So you're the smart one?
An island in a sea of idiots.

My paper's always
looking for someone good.

There's no "F"
in "catastrophic",

"bloodletting" has two "T"s

and if you're trying to imply

that the chancellor
of Cambridge University

likes to fornicate outdoors,

you'll want "bare", B-A-R-E,

not the grizzly mammal kind.

See, we could really use you.

Detective Peters
is more of an investigator

than you'll ever be,

and I wouldn't use your paper
to wrap up my chips.

You're free to go.

♪ You gave me good love

♪ Talking about
That good love... ♪

What's all this in aid of?

I've no idea.

Wednesday night
is usually crumpet night.

This is all Sam's group?

They have a name now,
"The Way Finders".

Sounds like something
to do with orienteering.

Bit different
to your congregation, is it?

Ha, I don't know.

Same spirit, different tempo.

Although you've definitely
grown your crowd.

Long may it continue.

Excuse me.

She told me.

About you two.

Don't worry, I... get it.

It's not easy,
but I've come to realise

that I can't be...

possessive.

Why you hiding out here?

Trying to find
some peace and quiet,

but Del Shannon
pierced the walls

like uranium anyway.

If you don't like it,
don't stay.

This is my house!

But I suppose that's
your answer to everything,

sell up and move on.

You're becoming very bitter.

And you're becoming
very condescending.

I'm trying to captain
my life for once.

You should do the same.

Oh, I'm going to.

Sam, I'd like to have a word.

Yeah, of course. Fire away.

Right.

I think we've reached the limit.

Of how much I can help you.

The limit?

What I mean is,

I began this halfway house
to help ex-convicts,

those struggling to adjust,

get them back on their feet,

and now I'm having
to turn those same people away.

"I mean", "I began",
"I'm turning people away."

When did this all become
about you, Leonard?

Was your little halfway house
ever this successful?

I'm building
something special here,

and I won't let

some...

pathetic little traitor

threaten it.

You test me again,

and I'll show you
what my limit really is.

Do you understand?

Say it.

I understand.

Yeah, well, on and off.

Oh, really.
- Yeah.

Caroline, do you mind
if I have a word?

You were a part of that paper.

Did you know anyone
who held a grudge?

Or did you know about
the photos of the editor?

Is this a party
or an interrogation?

I got out
because it's a nest of vipers,

and darling Innes
was becoming a limpet.

Have you been in touch
with your father?

My father's
a tragically strict man.

I spent my life,

until I came here,

living in his dominion.

And Innes was like that too?

Thank you.

For looking for me.

Now we really must dance.

Oh, you go ahead.
I need a drink.

Hey...

you all right?

No, not really.

I think I might go.

Oh, go where?

Leonard, what is it?

Leonard!

Ah, ah.

Alphy, this man has opened
his home to us and his heart.

Helped connect people.

Made all this possible.

He's one of the good ones.

Excuse me.

Are these
your shoes, Miss Stansham?

You've got fine print
on your footprint.

Those letters
are from a Letraset,

one of the typeface sheets
used for dry transfers.

Used by Innes Clark.

I know what they are.

They're probably
on the feet of everyone

that went to that office.

But a set of these
were knocked to the floor

the night of Innes's murder.

I was with Sam that night.
- He's hardly unbiased.

Delgado said he saw you
all over the campus

because you were tailing him.

Getting Innes the photographs
to blackmail him with.

Delgado had been rattled
by a few complaints,

so Innes wanted
a grubby story to hold over him.

There was one,
and I got the pictures.

But I found something
more important.

I found Sam, and...

Well, I realised
there's more to life

than cutting people down.

But when you needed someone
to take the fall for the murder,

you still had those photographs.

Why not sell Delgado
down the river?

When that didn't work out,
you pointed us to Nigel.

Why exactly would I kill Innes?

You told me men
try to dominate your life.

I poured my heart out to you.

After we told Innes
you were missing...

I think he tracked you down.

I think he wanted you.

He wanted you to be his girl,

but if you weren't going
to be Daddy's little girl,

you damn well
weren't gonna be his either...

You're twisting my words.

Did you
see red and lash out?

Did you kill Innes Clark
because he tried to control you?

I didn't kill him for me.
I killed him for Sam!

Innes wrote
a vicious little hatchet job,

smearing Sam and me
and all of the Way Finders.

How dare he?

What has he ever done?
What does he stand for?

He's bellowing out lies

from the top
of his pathetic hill.

I had to protect Sam
from that bile!

I can't take it in.

Son, you gave her an alibi.

I didn't want to give
a bad impression of her.

Did you know Innes Clark?

I never met him.

I heard the name from Caroline.

Did you know he'd drafted
a piece about you?

What?

Caroline says she burned it.
Real hatchet job, apparently.

It being gone does you a favour.

Inspector, I welcome criticism.

If you rock the boat,
someone will shout.

I... I don't dismiss that.
I'd never shut it down.

She never spoke to you about it?

Not a word.

She kept her own counsel.

Wish she had. I just...

You all right?

I wanted an answer
to what was driving her.

I didn't think
it would be this.

For better or worse,
the truth will out.

That being said,
she wasn't a murderer

before you slept with her.
- Shut up.

Too soon?

You all right?

Hmm?

You know you can talk to me.

Talking won't solve my problems.
Cathy's problems.

Don't give up just yet.

I know the road we're on, Alphy.

It doesn't end well.

Then make the most of life now.

Oh, Christ, you OK?

It's fine, Geordie.

Ruddy hell.

Cathy...

Listen...

I've been thinking.

I'll put in for a sabbatical.

Effective immediately.

I don't know what it is
you're going through,

or what you need,

but I am gonna
be here with you,

every step of the way.

Geordie Keating,

I bloody love you!

You are a wonderful husband,

but you don't have to do that.

I may be anxious,

and I've had some
right stresses this year,

but... I am not going
the way of my mother.

You're not?

Thank you for getting Sylvia.

I'd got so fixed on thinking
I knew where I was headed.

She gave me
a different perspective.

A woman's perspective.

Come again?

Great detective, my arse.

A lady of my age,

it's my time.
- Oh...

It's not gonna be easy.

Is anything?

Or painless.
Certainly not quick.

Slow and painful
is my middle name.

I'm gonna stop
taking them pills.

They are not the answer.

Well, it depends.

Are they more or less
expensive than the crockery?

Last night, I stayed
with Mrs C and Jack after...

an altercation with Sam.

I suggested that his group
had outgrown the house,

and he...

He called me
a "pathetic traitor".

He threatened me.

Sounds out of character, but...

Leonard, if you say it,
I believe you.

I just don't know any more.

I don't trust him,
and he's got his hooks

into Daniel
and all those others.

I'm worried.

Hello?

Daniel?

Is anyone in?

Hello?

Daniel?

Never seen it this quiet before.

It never is.

"All the best, Sam."

That's it?

Well, where've they all gone?

No forwarding address, nothing.

This isn't normal.

I'm sure it's fine.

No, this is all wrong.

And where's Daniel?

Sam's a dangerous man.