Grantchester (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Episode #2.4 - full transcript

SIDNEY: Give Gary the strength to trust
in you in the dark as well as the light.

And let him remember that
Jesus was a prisoner too

and he will be with him always.

GARY: [can't sleep.

I keep dreaming I'm falling. And then...

Yanked.

It is going to be all right.

- You just have to tell the truth.
- They won't believe me.

Nobody does.

Except you.

SIDNEY: Have faith.
The jury will believe you.



-(KIDS LAUGHING)
-(HAMMERING)

SIDNEY: Are they making
friends now, are they?

Is Mary much nicer now?

It's Gary Bell's trial next week.

I know.

I'm a witness for the defence.

(SIGHS) Oh, come on, Sidney.

Juries these days are looking for
any excuse to let murderers off.

Don't be part of that mob.

I think, technically, the mob is the lot
that want Gary dead.

Pass me some nails.

Is this because you don't like
the death penalty?

It's because Gary's not a murderer.
He didn't mean to kill Abigail.

I knew it was too soon to scrap that pram.



We need to stick you in it, you're that naive.

We can agree to disagree, can't we?

Yeah.

All right, Mr Chambers?

Mr Lawson.

Good to see you. How have you been?

Do you believe in ghosts?

In ghosts?

She won't leave me alone.

SIDNEY: Anna's with God, I'm sure of it.

But she isn't. She's back.

She's in the house.
She's in the stables where she...

You know, where... Where she did it.

You need to come to Kingsbrook,
to do an exorcism.

(URGING HORSE)

Who's doing this?

Mr Lawson?

Can't you smell it?

Smell what?

MRS ELTON: Joy.

It was Mrs Lawson's perfume.

A blend of rose and jasmine.

KITTY: How many times?

You will refer to her as the late Mrs Lawson.

If you must refer to her at all.

Mrs Lawson.

Mr Chambers is gonna say a few prayers.

Mrs Elton, will you get Laszlo please?

Reggie, no. He's Jewish.

It's all the same God, Mrs Lawson.

Dear God, we thank you
for the blessings of the present,

and we pray that you heal
the hurts of the past.

We ask you to hold close
those who have departed...

And in particular Anna Lawson.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Anna bought that.

KITTY: You could say that
about anything in this house.

- I never liked it.
-l'll have it repaired.

You see, Mr Chambers.

Reggie, it's a terrible old house.

The plaster is no good,
nails give all the time.

What do you think, Mr Herzl?

My sister is here. In our hearts.

The rest is wishful thinking.

The horses have seen her
in the stables, twice.

Twice they've gone wild.

They start at anything. A pigeon.

Sospiro. My sister's horse.

Kicked so hard against the
stable door, he broke his leg.

He had to be put down.

Well maybe we should get rid of
everything connected with Anna.

Er, could you bear to show me
the stables, Mr Lawson?

You wanna put the church fund
on this one, Mr Chambers.

Devil's Banquet, running
at Newmarket, tomorrow.

Three-thirty. Form of his life.

Devil's Banquet.

Not sure the Bishop would approve.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

REGGIE: It's the most terrible sight
I shall ever see.

My beloved wife just hanging in the air.

You know, one lived in fear of it.

She'd made lots of attempts before,
before we met.

I can still see her dead eyes staring at me.

But it wasn't me that she was staring at.

It was the horses.

Her beloved Sospiro.

Now he's gone too.

(CLANKING)

Steady, Greaves. The horses
don't want any more frights.

How long was it before you remarried?

Four months.

Perhaps you didn't leave yourself
enough time to grieve.

It's only catching up with you now.

In my head? Like Kitty says.

It's the cleverest people that have
the most lively imaginations.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-(RAIN FALLING)

- Here you take it, Mr Chambers.
- No, no, no.

No, no, it's not mine,
we've got stacks of them in the house.

Thank you, Mr Chambers.
I, er, do feel calmer.

Clearer.

They say you can see Lord Byron's ghost

swimming in Byron's pool,
just below the weir.

I say, any undergraduate in
his birthday suit looks like Lord Byron.

MRS MAGUIRE: Easy not to believe in them
till you've seen 'em for yourself.

Goodness, Mrs M. Have there been many?

My Uncle Bert.

Died in a direct hit on the Anderson.

That didn't stop him going down
the allotments every night

and sabotaging Dad's runner beans.

Oh, whatever did you do?

I told him if he didn't leave off,

we'd dig him up and stick him
under the asparagus.

-(KNOCKING)
- LEONARD: Well maybe that's him now.

I know we said we'd go to
the pictures on Monday,

but my sister's throwing a party
to celebrate her new job. So...

Oh, okay.

Er, so, would you like to come?

I know she's dying to meet you.

Well... I'm sure Marlon Brando can wait.

(DOOR OPENS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

It's not true, is it?

You're not really defending that monster?

I'm not defending Gary.

I'm just gonna say what I believe is true.

That he was Abigail's friend.

That it is a terrible thing that's happened,

for which he is in large part to blame.

But he did not mean to kill her.

What if it was your daughter?

Then I would want justice.

As I would if he were my son.

There isn't enough hurt in the world

to make him pay for what he's done to us.

Haven't they suffered enough?

What do you want me to do? Just stand by?

It's one thing supporting Phyllis,
but what if that boy gets off?

Coming to live back here.

Do you want to tear the whole village apart?

(PHONE RINGING)

The Vicarage.

There's been a hanging.

And I believe you know the deceased.

He said he felt calmer.

I thought I'd helped.

But it's because he'd made
the decision already.

Don't go blaming yourself, Sidney.
He did this.

I have to speak to Mrs Lawson.

She's asleep now. They all are.

The doctor had to give
the housekeeper a sedative.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Why was he facing the wrong way?

He described Anna's death so vividly.

She was facing the horses.

Ropes twist.

But the stool... That's where
he'd kick it if he was facing the barn.

Sidney, you got nothing to feel guilty about.

Don't make this something that it isn't.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

(CLOCK TICKING)

It's, uh, kind of you to come but
Reggie wants his ashes scattered

on the Long Gallop, and...

I've got a thousand things to sort out
before I can even think about that.

I think when something like this happens

people can feel a...
A tremendous guilt.

I think that's what Reggie
felt about Anna's death.

But...

ls it possible somebody hounded him to it?

The perfume, the painting.

Was someone making him feel haunted?

Her brother.

The housekeeper that keeps this place
a shrine to her sainted memory.

But he wouldn't get rid of them.

No, he wanted to be haunted.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Mr Chambers! Would you help me down?

If there's one thing I'm sure of,
Reggie would want the horses worked.

But the truth is when I'm up here
I feel whole again.

Could you pass me my stick?

(GROANS)

- A riding accident?
- No, Auschwitz.

I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

Well, it's not exactly small talk,
is it? (CHUCKLES)

What's terrible is to be left behind.

Now I shall be cast out.

The second Mrs Lawson has no love for me.

I get the feeling she thinks you
reminded Reggie too much of Anna.

Ridiculous.

If anyone should remind him of Anna, it's her.

I was in Israel their entire relationship.
Kitty was always here.

- She was?
- She was Anna's secretary.

No, the real reason Kitty hates me
is the age old one.

If only I was less Jewish.

You don't think someone,
um, drove him to it?

With this haunting?

No one could get Reggie to do
anything he didn't want.

It drove Kitty mad.

Of course, now she can
have her way with everything.

But you can live wherever
you want though, can't you?

You're not dependent on Kitty's charity.

What we got out of Hungary?
I gave my share away.

There are hundreds of thousands
arriving in Israel every year with nothing.

Anna's share of our family fortune
went to Reggie.

And now Kitty.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

May I have a word?

Of course.

I've done something wicked.

And I've never felt more alive.

I put a guinea on Devil's Banquet.

Sidney, it won.

Thirty three to one!

Of course, I shall give all
the money to the church.

Only there's a mackintosh at Joshua Taylor's
that's caught my eye and...

I'll give it to the church.

Take a friend out for dinner.

Why would Reggie Lawson hang himself

before his best horse had
the race of his life at Newmarket?

He fancied her to win.

Who knows what goes through
the mind of a suicidal man, Sidney?

What if it wasn't suicide?

When Reggie was found hanging
he was facing the barn.

Anna was facing the horses.

What if he was forced to do it
and his only way of telling us

was to face the other way.

Sospiro, Lawson's champion race horse,
supposedly broke his leg

thrashing out against the stall door.

But the door doesn't have a scratch on it.

What if Reggie worked out who harmed
Sospiro and it cost him his life?

Inspector Keating?
We're ready for your testimony.

CROWN BARRISTER: And were you
able to uncover the reason why

Gary Bell would want to kill Abigail?

She was pregnant. And only 15.

A crime had already been
committed and was bound to come out.

Are you saying that the
accused was the father?

All I know is that back in the spring

Gary had been accused of assaulting Abigail.

He admitted they'd been all over each other.

My learned friend is going to suggest to us

that Gary Bell was trying to help Abigail.

If you're helping someone why'd you

hold them by the throat so hard
you nearly break their collarbone?

And when they stop breathing,
why don't you call a doctor?

Why do you leave them dead on a floor?

Like a piece of rubbish!

He told them it was Gary's baby.

It wasn't Gary's baby.

We don't know that.

Just because your friend
Sam Milburn slept with Abigail

doesn't mean Gary didn't.

You know he was just trying to
help her get rid of it.

That's what he told you. We got
a different story in the interview room.

Oh, was that before
or after you had him by the neck?

I'll do my job. You do yours.

Stay out of this, Sidney.

I'd love to stay out of it.
But you're making it impossible.

Somebody needs to speak the truth.

Oh..."l am the truth"?

That's you, is it?

For a clever man, you really
don't know anything.

Are you coming or not?

I thought we had to investigate
this damn horse?

How did Sospiro break his leg, Mr Greaves?

He thrashed out in his stall.

I've just had a look at
the stall door. Unmarked.

Please help us, Mr Greaves.

Who'd wanna get back at Mr Lawson?

I don't know.

Well, have a ride about on this one.

It was you, paid by a rival owner
to destroy Mr Lawson's best asset.

It wasn't me!

But you know who it was.

Lawson.

He did it himself.

Why would Reggie harm his prize horse?

Ask the Jew.

LASZLO: Reggie?

That's what Greaves says.

He said you'd know why.

I'd organised insurance for the horses.

Sospiro was at the end of his racing career,

but set to be a valuable stud.

I covered him accordingly.

Then we discovered he wasn't
quite the stud we hoped.

He killed the horse for the money?

Did Reggie have money worries?

No. But he was a shrewd businessman.

The only crime committed was
insurance fraud by a man who killed himself.

Oh and you, for wasting police time.

MARGARET: Publishing.
So does that mean

the party's going to be
full of famous authors?

Absolutely.

I know J. B. Priestley's gonna be there,
Bertrand Russell.

I think, Tolkien might turn up later...

No. There'll be no one
you have to worry about.

AMANDA: Sidney!

I was hoping you'd make the trek.

Hello. Lovely to see you again.

It's Mrs Hopkins, isn't it?

Oh, do call me Amanda.

I always feel like Mrs Hopkins
sounds like someone awfully dull.

(CHUCKLES)

So you're the girl that's keeping
Sidney out of trouble, are you?

Excellent.

Sidney, you made it! Hello.

Margaret, I've heard so much about you

-but he didn't tell me how pretty you are.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm sure he thought you could
take that for granted.

Congratulations on the job.

Oh, I'm the lowest of the low,
but it's a great house.

They publish Somerset Maugham,
Graham Greene...

I love Graham Greene, I read
The End of the Affair twice.

Oh well, he's got two new ones
coming out next year.

I'll be sure to get you advance copies.

So, Jen. How is it?

Really long hours, I've got
this huge pile of books

to get through, phone rings
every five minutes...

It's heaven, really.

MARGARET: How many weeks
holiday do you get?

- Two.
- Me too.

Don't know what to do with it when it comes.

- How are the men?
- All right so far. Mostly married.

They're the worst.

If they ask you out for dinner,
it's not to discuss your career.

JENNIFER: Oh, tell me about it.
The novel that's coming out next year,

set on a farm. Cecil works...

(LAUGHTER)

But why would a man who's feeling
suicidal commit insurance fraud?

Well he might do both
if he's in financial difficulty.

But he wasn't.

He was making money, planning ahead.

He wanted to build a new stable yard.

Sorry, we should talk about something else.

The first wife died the same way?

That's what the killer wants this to look like.

But who's to say she killed herself?

Get away with it once, why not twice?

So someone murdered Anna Lawson?

A double murder. Oh, that's brilliant.

We'll have to dig out the old coroner's report.

I'll phone Geordie.

I suppose the person who's done best
out of this is the new Mrs Lawson.

I mean, it seems like
an awful lot of trouble to go to.

Doesn't she know we can
earn our own money now?

Not quite the banks of the Cam, is it?

Well if you close your eyes...

How's married life?

Sometimes I have to pinch myself.

Can't the maid do that for you?

She wouldn't dare. Far too timid.

You seem to be making great strides
with your lovely Margaret.

Yes.

- She's got vicar's wife written all over her.
- Does she?

I haven't found that bit yet.

Well. You can't have looked very hard.

Is it really all it's cracked up to be?

Someone who's always there for you.

Knows your thoughts before
you know them yourself.

Laughs at your jokes.

Listens to your stupidities.

Lightens your sorrows.

Does Guy lighten your sorrows?

What are you doing out here?

Telling Sidney about the joys of marriage.

Come on. Let's fill our glasses
so we can toast the career girl.

(SIGHS) I'm going home.

Geordie, Anna Lawson's body
was chock full of sleeping pills.

How did you miss that?

We didn't miss anything.

All her previous attempts
had been overdoses.

That's the good thing about hanging.

They don't find you in
three minutes, you're dead.

You've been hanging around
with me too long, Sidney,

you're seeing murders where there are none.

Why don't you worry about the murders
that have been committed,

not the ones that haven't.

SIDNEY: Another?

Come on. We've got work to do.

You were right.

Reggie Lawson was hanging
from a rope that was five foot

from beam to noose.

On you get. You're a similar height to Reggie.

The length of the rope for Anna Lawson
was six inches shorter.

She was your height.

Now either she flew into that noose...

Or someone put her in it.

If Jesus was crucified on Good Friday,

then on Easter Sunday was resurrected,

doesn't that make him a ghost?

That's right, Geordie. Thank goodness
for ghosts and the death penalty,

or I wouldn't have a job.

We'd find you something down the station.

Don't make a bad mug of tea.

The secretary kills the first wife
so she can marry the wealthy widower.

Then she does the same to him.

After three years?

She's patient.

Or she thought they'd be happier.

Laszlo. Now he's more acquainted
with death than anyone should be.

He was in Israel when his sister died.

I can get that checked.

The housekeeper, she was devoted to Reggie.

Maybe she thought she'd be
the next Mrs Lawson.

So in the end she couldn't forgive him
for marrying the secretary.

What?

You love all this, don't you?

Don't say that.

It's true though.

Why do I spend so much time
looking for the bad in people?

Mmm.

When you don't like seeing it
through to its conclusion.

I don't like murder. Even for murderers.

It's not murder. It's justice, Sidney.

People need it. The Redmond's. I need it.

This job. The things we see.

It has to mean something.

SIDNEY: I swear by Almighty God

that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth,

the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

You say that the defendant
was performing an abortion

on Abigail, which she had asked for.

This was his baby?

No.

No?

Then whose?

Sam Milburn's.

Until recently, he was the vicar at Hardwick.

A vicar, no less?

So, rather than asking this vicar to help,

Abigail asked Gary.

Which he did out of the
goodness of his heart.

That's what Gary told me,

and having had the chance to observe

the friendship between Gary and Abigail,

that's what I believe.

Isn't it more likely that
the defendant was jealous?

Why should she sleep with
the vicar and not him?

Maybe he pretended to know about abortions

but his true intention was
very different indeed.

That's not the Gary I know.
I think he panicked.

Oh, you think he panicked!

So how do you account for the fact that

Inspector Keating tells such a different story?

My concern, Mr Chambers,

is that your dog collar
gives you an air of authority

but it is little more than
a signifier of unworldliness.

Whereas Inspector Keating
is a man of experience.

He said he needs Gary to hang.

(CROWD MURMURING)

CROWN BARRISTER:
He needs Gary to hang? Absurd.

I suggest that it is you
who need Gary not to hang.

Thought you might need the company.

SIDNEY: Where's Mrs Maguire?

She's gone off in high dudgeon.

Not, I think, at me.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I know just the thing.

Mmm.

- I need to think.
- No you don't.

Stop. Margaret.

What happened to I'm no saint?

I'm not a saint. But I am a clergyman.

- And this isn't...
- What?

Appropriate?

No.

I mind my Ps and Qs.

I put up with your moods and
your moans and your jazz.

And I'm not appropriate?

Well, I bet I know who is.
Your little friend Amanda.

This has got nothing to do with her.

I'm no fool!

But I'll tell you why she isn't appropriate.

One, she's married.

And two, she's nothing
but a common little thief.

What are you talking about?

Shoplifting.

Why would you say something like that?

Ask Geordie.

(SLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

Knocked off my bicycle.

Oh, bastard.

Did you get the number plate?

It was a metaphor.

Oh.

Ah, they're the worst.

They come out of nowhere and bam!

(CHUCKLES)

(SOFTLY) Two.

I'll tell you something about the police force.

We may not all like each other,

but another copper would
never stab you in the back.

You know what I like about the police?

Nobody pretends to be a saint.

In fact, most of you pretend
to be worse than you are.

Thank you very much.

And what's all this "you" business?
You're one of us.

- Not really.
- Course you are.

And if anyone says otherwise,
you come and tell me.

You're lovely.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-(RAIN POURING)

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

I haven't slept.

How long will the jury take?
Do you think we'll know today?

Are you agreed upon a verdict?

We are.

Do you find the prisoner Gary Bell
guilty or not guilty of murder?

Guilty.

-(CROWD MURMURS)
-(PHYLLIS CRYING)

(GAVEL BANGING)

JUDGE: Gary Bell, it is my duty
to pass upon you

the only sentence the law
allows for wilful murder.

- You will be taken from this place...
-(INAUDIBLE)

...to a lawful prison

and thence to a place of execution

where you will be hanged
by the neck until dead,

and thereafter your body buried
within the precincts of the prison.

And may the Lord
have mercy upon your soul.

(CRIES) Please!
Look, I didn't mean to kill her!

I'm only 18.

Take him down.

No. No, please, no!

Please, no, no, no! I'm sorry, mum!

Mum, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, mum!

Mum! Please! No!

(CRYING)

Twice in a week. My cup runneth over.

Is that blasphemy? I'm never sure.

I've burnt every bridge testifying for Gary Bell

and they're gonna hang him anyway.

What have I achieved?

Nothing.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Sticking to your guns, by the sounds of it.

Sorry, I...

I didn't know who else to talk to.

You can talk to me.

Can you talk to me?

(CHUCKLES)

I know about the shoplifting.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, it was a silly mistake.

You know how forgetful I am.

Amanda, I know you.

You're unhappy-

Anyone would be in your situation.

My situation?

I've seen how he is with you.

Why wasn't it you?

Why didn't you ask me to marry you?

I thought you could do better.

Then you're just like my father.

Like Guy.

Making my choices for me.

What can I do to make it right?

-It's too late.
- No it's not.

I'm having a baby.

(CRYING)

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

For what you did say.

At least you believed in me.

I wish I could've made a difference.

It's so unfair.

Don't say that, Mr Chambers.

Just makes it worse.

I have to think it is fair.

A life for a life.

(GARY CRIES)

(PHONE RINGING)

Geordie's on the phone for you.

Remind me, why was St Peter
crucified upside down?

He felt he wasn't worthy to die
in the same manner as our Lord.

Are you coming or not?
It's the third time he's rung.

I'm not here.

I'm not breaking
the ninth commandment, thank you.

It's not a lie.

You shan't need that,
swallows are flying high.

At least take the dog with you!

You're leaving?

It's only a matter of time

before the new mistress of Kingsbrook
gives me my marching orders.

You'll want this.

It's so worn at the tip.
I suppose, you use it as a stick.

Thank you.

That's not how you used it
at the stables though, is it?

Is this about the insurance?

I thought it was about money, or horses,

or love.

But it was about justice, wasn't it.

A life for a life.

Reggie killed your sister. So you killed him.

He kept you here not out of kindness,

but out of guilt.

When did you start to suspect?

And the haunting, that was to
see if you were right, wasn't it?

Your sister's perfume.

Who's doing this?

-(HORSE NEIGHING)
- SIDNEY: Frightening the horses.

And the painting.

There are advantages to having the stick.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

I wish you'd known her, Sidney.

She was the bravest woman in the world.

To survive is hard, but she did.

And for what?

So, Reggie facing the other way,
was that just a mistake?

Or did you think he didn't deserve to die
exactly how your sister had?

He was so on edge with it all,
I thought he might even kill himself.

I put a noose up in the stables.
But he just stared at it.

And I was impatient, so...

First he tried to bluff his way out,

but I made him stand on the stool,

put his head through the noose.

It was a relief for him to confess, finally.

He'd married her for her money
thinking she'd kill herself before long.

Auschwitz cast a long shadow.

But she stopped being suicidal.

(CRYING) What irony!

The year before her death
was the happiest she'd ever been.

So he had to do the job himself.

I think he thought I just wanted to hear it,

that I'd let him go.

(CRASH)

You have blood on your hands.

Is that what Anna would have wanted?

I feel guilty for many things.

But this, never.

Where does it end?

He kills Anna. You kill him.

They kill you.

Is that justice?

Everyone dead?

Everyone is already dead.

Are you avoiding me?

Not successfully.

You've worked it out, haven't you?

Have you?

I've worked out you have,
which is as good as.

Come on, then. Who did it?

Who did what?

Don't play coy. Who killed Lawson?

Lawson.

No, you persuaded me it wasn't suicide.

What are you not telling me, Sidney?

That's your trick, isn't it?

Amanda, shoplifting?

She didn't want you to know.

This is different.

You're committing an offence
if you don't report a crime.

What crime?

You said it yourself.
I look for murder where there is none.

What is it you want?

A guarantee that the killer
won't go to the gallows?

It is not your job to play God.

No. It's my job to serve God.

Oh, what, that's it, is it?

You've just now remembered you're a vicar?

I could lock you up for
perverting the course of justice.

You do your job. I'll do mine.

(DOG BARKING)

Oh, I've booked a table for three
at the Garden House Hotel.

For three?

Me, you and Mrs Maguire.

I had to twist her arm a bit,
but she gave in in the end.

You must promise me never to
tell her where the money came from.

Hello, handsome.

Do you want me to arrest your husband?

(GRUNTING)

You were the last man in that cell.
Don't make this personal.

It is bloody personal!

I really did think there was
something between us.

Why do you always have to give me hope?

Where is your compassion?

I have compassion!

Mum thinks the appeal's gonna work.

If this appeal works...

How are we meant to find peace?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)