Grantchester (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 6 - Episode #4.6 - full transcript

I give my entire interest
in the real property

which was my residence
at the time of my death...

..to my son, William Thomas Davenport.

I direct that all my debts
and obligations

be paid as soon as practical.

Any contractual debts are to
be assumed by the recipient.

I give, devise, and bequeath

all of the residue and
remainder of my estate

to my son, William Thomas Davenport.

Good night, ladies. Thank you
for all your hard work today.

First, you'll have to go
through the household accounts.



And then there's the tax office.
His pension.

His doctor and dentist. Mum...

Silly little things like the
car and the passport office.

Of course, everything's in his name.

Mum, not now.

I don't like it either, darling,

but you have responsibilities
now you're the man of the house.

I have responsibilities in Grantchester, too.

I'm sure the parish will survive without you.

I'm their priest. They need me.

And I'm your mother.

I know. And I want to support you.
It's just...

I've never been anything but
tolerant of your religious conceits.

It's not a conceit, Mum. It's my calling.



When your father said
you were wasting your life,

I always defended you.

Hey

He's just messing around.
Get off me, mate.

Steady

Get in.

Where are you taking him?

Leonard, there's someone to see you.

I'll get us some tea, shall I?

You can give me your best right hook.

I'll keep my hands behind my back.

I'm sorry.

I really am so very sorry.

I didn't deserve your forgiveness.

Why don't you come back, Leonard?

I don't think so.

I don't think that would be wise.

It's your home.

No.

No, it hasn't been that for some time.

Is there nothing I can say?

I'm sorry about your father.

I do hope you'll accept my condolences.

But all my friends are going.

I don't give a damn if
your friends are going.

Don't talk to her like that.

How about if we dropped
her off and picked her up?

She's too young.

They sneak booze into those places.

You know who else goes to them?

Teddy Boys. That's who.

I'll not have you mixing with that lot.

They're not all bad.

What on earth makes you say that?

Geordie.

Hello, Will. Say hello, Esme.

Hello, Mr Davenport.

Sorry for the chaos. I'm late for work.

And we were just about to leave.

Hey, if Mr Hobbs has a problem
with you being a few minutes later,

I'd be more than happy to have
a quiet word with him, Cathy.

I'll be waiting in the car.

One minute's peace. Is
that too much to ask?

Yep.

Yeah, all right. I'll be right there.

Get to school. You're late.

And don't you dare roll
your eyes at me, young lady.

Sorry.

A tough morning.

How was the funeral?

Maybe we can get a pint later?

Is everything all right with you and...?
- No.

That was Larry. They found
a body behind the dance hall.

Come with me.

Do you want to tell her
she's getting the bus?

Wouldn't you just know it?

Panto season already, boys?

Who does that make you,
one of the ugly sisters?

This is Stanley Milton and Eric Brown.

They found the body.

Shouldn't you be at school?
What are you, my dad?

Will you show some respect,
you little sod?

Get up. Hey, get off me

You think you're clever, do you?

You apologise.

Guv, these two are the
ones who called the police.

Right, that's it. Larry.

You can't arrest us.
We were trying to help.

Oi Please, we ain't done nothing.

Are you sure about this, Geordie?

Ah, stick them in the cells for a bit.

See how clever you feel then, Dandini.

Come on then.

We didn't do nothing.

Morning, Claire. Morning, Cathy.

Anyway, I'll have to see you later.

You all right, Cath?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

Those kids were barely
old enough to be shaving.

Don't let them fool you.

They would have a knife at your throat

quicker than you could
say juvenile delinquent.

The sooner they're
brought into line, the better.

What did I tell you?

Trouble finds this lot
like flies find shite.

Get me whoever's in
charge of the building. Guv.

He'd been drinking.

What makes you say that?

Boozing, fighting.

Have they got nothing better to do?

They're kids.

Of course they don't.

What we need?

Is a good war.

That would stop this nonsense sharpish.

You're right, Geordie.
What this generation needs

is to be shot at on a regular basis

He was a pupil at Riverside School.

Donald Clarke.

What is it?

Just try and stay calm.

It's not easy to stay calm

when there's a photograph of my
daughter in a dead boy's wallet.

Let's not jump to
conclusions is all I'm saying.

Ugh.

What is that? Bleach?

Believe me, it's better
than the smell of vomit.

Cecil forgot to lock the storeroom
last night.

Someone threw up in here.

How do I know what's so funny?

I'm the poor fool got to clean it up.

Could you just tell me if you
recognise this boy, please, sir?

Got himself into a heck of a fight,
that one.

Do you know what it was about?

Bit of skirt, probably.

Always is.

I didn't get a proper look
at the other one.

But they're all the same.

Rude and nasty.

All the same.

Teddy Boys.

They were both Teds.

I knew he liked me, but
there was nothing going on.

"They're not all bad."

That's what you said.

I wasn't talking about him.

Are you lying to me, Esme?

No

He was two years above
me. I promise you, Dad

Oh, come here.

You won't tell Mum, will you?

Not if you don't want me to.

Look at you.

Let me sort this out.

Right.

Point us in the direction

of Donald Clarke's form teacher,
would you?

Donnie was a boy with lots
of problems, I'm sorry to say.

Such as?

Well, for one thing, drink.

I offered guidance, but Donnie
struggled with authority.

Such a troubled boy.

Might it have been suicide?

Well, Donnie was seen in a
fight with another Teddy Boy

shortly before he died.

Did he have any enemies?

Not that I'm aware of, but...

Well, you know what they're like,
Teds.

Animals.

Excuse me.

Fight! Fight!

Fight

Inside.

Yes, sir.

I'll see you after school.

Come here. Let me see, Kevin.

Go and see the nurse.
- Yes, sir. Straight away.

Such behaviour will never be tolerated.

Your parents will be notified.

It'll cheer you up.

Besides, it's nothing less than you deserve.

I'll, er... I'll see you back at home.

I'm not sure what to get, Jack.

I've already got a perfectly
adequate wardrobe.

Well, treat yourself.

And if you like more than one outfit,

well, then, buy more than one.

It will be my pleasure.

Sylvia.

I thought it was you.

Oh, Cathy. Thank goodness.

Oh, is everything all right?

It is not all right.

Jack seems to think spending
his money will cheer me up.

Sometimes I don't think he knows me at all.

With my class, discipline is key.

I don't stand for any nonsense,
and they respect me for it.

If you can make the pupils
feel they're part of one unit,

you're halfway there.

You can't have order without respect.

Precisely. Precisely.
But it's a two-way street.

You know, I'd run through
a wall for those children,

and they'd do the same for me.

And they all look out for each other.

Strength through discipline.

Well, can I just say,
you're doing a great job.

Chalk and cheese compared
to my daughter's lot.

Well, thank you.

If you want to wait in here,

I'll send in some of Donnie's classmates.

Stop doing this, please.

Just relax.

Next time, knock.

Are you all right, Hazel, love?

I'm fine.

Going out for a ciggie.

I know this must be hard.

Were any of you friends with him?

He didn't have friends. Not really.

It's the truth.

Right, Kevin?

No-one really knew him that well.

Not even the other Teds.

He'd only been one for a while.

Do you know why he joined them?

Were any of you at the dance?

No.

Well, if you think of anything
that could help the enquiry,

please, ask Mr Pope to contact me.

Yes, sir.

Right, well, thanks for your help.

Of course, sir.

How much do you reckon
I'd have to bribe Mr Pope

to take Esme into his class?

If you told him to walk across the
Cam, you know he'd sink, right?

I don't know. I'd like to see him
give it a go

Do you think there's anything
in his idea that it was suicide?

We'll have to see what
the post-mortem reveals.

Are you sure this isn't too much for you?

When did everything get so flouncy?

What's wrong with a sturdy tweed?

What is it?

Leonard.

If you'd rather I left... No

No, please.

I used to pray all the time.

Say thank you to God.

Show gratitude for my day.

But I can't find it in myself
to be grateful any more.

God can't solve all our problems.

I know.

And my problem isn't
something one can solve.

Your love for Daniel?

I know what you are, Leonard.

And I don't care.

And God doesn't either.

Don't, please.

You haven't been struck down.

Look, look, this man is a homosexual!

See? Nothing.

Not a dicky bird.

I haven't been struck down?

My whole life is punishment, Will.

God loves you for who you are.

Sidney told me that once.

I wish it were true.

Ah, I had to tell someone.

Does Geordie know?

And now we're not even speaking.

Why don't you just leave your job?

Because I'm not gonna give
that pig the satisfaction.

Besides, I like having my own salary.

And my own friends.

I'm not just Geordie's wife.

I'm not sure I knew how
much that mattered until now.

Of course it does.

A woman's independence is a precious thing.

I feel like I'm being punished
for leaving my children.

What rubbish.

This is Mr Hobbs' fault, and nobody else's.

If you want to work, you work.

And that man can bugger right off.

To tell you the truth,

I don't know if I wasn't happier
when I was at the vicarage.

Why don't you go back?

This Mr Hobbs,

something needs to be done about him.

I'm sorry to just show up.

That's all right.

Oh, this came for you.

Donnie and I had been writing to each other.

I couldn't tell Dad. He
would have gone berserk.

I've seen it first-hand. It's not pretty.

Is there something else?

He went to kiss me.

The day of the dance.

At the bus stop.

Barbara's older brother saw us.

He was laughing at
Donnie, and teasing him.

Donnie was so angry.

Is Barbara's brother a Teddy Boy?

Everyone's saying that there was a fight.

What if he died because of me?

Don't be silly.

Of course that's not true.

I know this is hard, Esme, but
you've done the right thing.

Are you gonna tell Dad?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I'll make sure of it.

Do you know his name? The
other boy. Barbara's brother.

Stanley Milton.

Stanley Milton.

I'm arresting you on suspicion
of the murder of Donnie Clark.

Not so funny now, is it?

You've got no-one else to
blame but yourself, Stanley.

I didn't kill him. I swear to you.

Yeah, we had a bit of a
scrap, but it was nothing.

I went home early.

If you thought calling the police
would make you seem less guilty,

you're even thicker than I thought.

Look, I swear to God I
have no idea how he died.

Please, you've got to believe me.

Just let me know when
you're ready to confess.

In the meantime, make
yourself comfortable.

It's clear he didn't do it, Geordie.

And suddenly you're an expert now.

No, but I know honesty when I see it.

Isn't it possible that it
wasn't a murder or a suicide,

but just a terrible accident.

That boy in there's everything
that is wrong with this country.

I understand you're upset about Esme,

but to be prejudiced against
- Are you questioning my integrity?

Of course not. I'm just saying...

Maybe you should get
your own house in order

before you start preaching to other people.

Do you want my honest opinion?

Of course I do.

Leave the church.

Become a teacher.

Or a novelist.

I don't know. Anything.

The church is... It's who I am.

It's what makes you miserable.

Our lives are difficult
enough as they are, Leonard.

You've never understood what I do.

You work for an institution that reviles you,

so no, I've never understood.

I mean, sometimes...
- What?

No.
- No, go on

Sometimes it feels like self-flagellation.

It's almost like you enjoy the pain.

Maybe I'd have been
better off marrying Hilary.

Have my own parish. Have
some semblance of normality.

Maybe then I'd have been happy.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Yes, you did.

Bloody hell, Dad.

I'd have sent him packing hours ago.

You don't see us getting up on
his pulpit and giving sermons.

You don't see us in church at all,
to be fair.

Sorry to interrupt.

Results of the post-mortem on Donnie Clark.

This will tell you if that
little sod's been lying to you.

Well, actually, guv, it says the
cause of death was asphyxia.

Blood alcohol levels through the roof.

He was pissed out of his mind.

Choked on his own vomit.

It looks like you were right about Stanley.

Donnie Clarke died of asphyxia.

I'm sorry if I overstepped the mark.

No, you're not.

You're smug, cos you were
right, and I was wrong.

Eh, I interrupted your chat
with the big fella. I'm sorry.

He's not being very forthcoming today, so...

How is everything?

So much worse than I thought, Geordie.

There's no way to pay off the debt.

Mum wants me to leave my job.

Go back home.

Let me ask you a question.

If there was money...

Would you go back?

Would you give all this up?

You and I...

We have, er... a calling.

And sometimes our families have
to bear the brunt, unfortunately.

Geordie, what is it?

You can tell me.

He tried it on with her.

Hobbs.

And now I just feel like
I'm angry all the time.

I can't relate to that in any way

How can Cathy expect me to carry on

knowing that every time
she goes to work, he's there.

She told you to stay out of it?

I'm sorry, Geordie. It must be difficult.

So, Donnie Clarke's death
was an accident, then?

What, he got too drunk and
passed out in that old car?

The report says he choked on his own vomit,

but I didn't see any vomit in the car.

What?

Remember the smell of
bleach at the dance hall?

Or, more specifically, the
storage room at the dance hall?

Will.

He was trying to get out.

Someone locked him in.

He was so drunk, he threw up,

but because of the gag, he choked to death.

This was the crime scene. Not the car.

Someone was trying to
cover up what happened here.

What is that?

Stanley Milton.

Stanley's just an insecure
kid trying to be a rebel.

He's not capable of this.

Back to the sodding drawing board.

I'm sorry to burden you with this.

It's not a burden. Don't worry.

He's gone.

We both said some things.

Well, if Leonard needs time to clear his head,

maybe that's best for everyone.

He thinks God doesn't love him anymore.

It matters a great deal to him.

But I don't believe in God.

You understand.

You can help him.

Do you know where he went?

Of all the bus stops in all the world...

It doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

It's only just struck me, I don't
really have anywhere else to go.

Daniel thinks this is about God.

Is he angry?

He's worried.

I said some awful things.

Well, at least you didn't punch him.

There is that, I suppose.

I don't think this is about God.

I think this is about Mrs C.

And Sidney.

You had a family.

And now you don't.

I miss them so much, it hurts.

Sorry, this must seem awfully trivial.

No. No, it doesn't.

You just... buried your father.

Before he died,

my dad asked me if I despised him.

And I said no.

But I did.

I despise who he was.

And I despise who he made me.

There's too much of him in me.

I'm sorry. I'm not... Making excuses.

I know.

I suspect your father and
mine might have got on.

They sound like they have a lot in common.

Come home, Leonard.

Please.

Things can't carry on as they were.

Maybe not.

They don't have to change entirely either.

Come on.

Leonard?

Old scars.

There's a scar on Wendy's arm.

I'm sure I saw the same
symbol in the storeroom.

You're lucky that hasn't gone septic.

Please. Not here.

Somewhere private.

What does it mean?

The Fourth Realm.

It's a kind of underground group.

Of students?

I'm not telling you any more.

That's not the way this works, I'm afraid.

They'll hurt me.

Who's "they", Wendy?

Did they kill Donnie Clarke?

I don't know who did it.

All I know is that it wasn't
the boy you arrested.

Maybe I should arrest you instead?

Look, I don't want to be a
part of it any more. I hate it.

Why don't you speak to the others?

They all went to the dance.

They lied to you.

Why?

Because they were told to.

Why do you think?

Are you all right, Wendy?

Geordie, Geordie...

Tell me about the Fourth Realm.

I don't know what you mean.

You're fooling no one, you little bastard.

I know it was your lot who killed him.

Come on, Raymond.

Kevin Moran.

It was Kevin Moran.

Hello, Kevin.

Unusual hobby, son.

It can be hard sometimes.

That need to belong.

Was the Fourth Realm
the first time in your life

that you truly felt part of something?

Part of a family.

Tell me about the knives, Kevin.

You've got to protect your own, haven't you?

I didn't want to see them hurt.

Look, Kevin. All right.

This is bollocks.

We know you killed him, Kevin.

All your so-called mates snitched on you.

And do you think being young will save you?

Then you've never heard
about little Michael Hamilton

and his 11-year-old sister Anne.

Because not so long ago in Kings Lynn,

they were both found guilty and hanged.

And guess what their crime was.

Stealing a loaf of bread.

He was gonna squeal

So I locked him in the
supply cupboard to scare him.

It was only half an hour.

I never thought he could die.

He was going to leave the group, wasn't he?

Is that why you painted the
symbol in the storeroom?

To make him think about his loyalties.

Now, how did you get him to the car?

I... I just dragged him.

Don't you lie to me, boy

I'm not. I did it

I did it. On my own.

I'm sorry.

Please.

It really was an accident.

Child executions?

Don't you look at me like that.

I just got justice for Donnie Clarke's family.

How many centuries ago was it?
Were they still dunking witches?

Have you got a confession?

Yeah, great work.

This is your calling, then, is it?

And you think it's justified,
frightening kids into submission?

If the force was full of
bleeding hearts like you,

the streets would be teeming with criminals.

I reckon this is cause for a celebration.

Come on. I'm buying.

Geordie, you are better than this.

Kids are killing each other, Will.

If we don't stamp it out, what next?

That is not what this is
about, and you know it.

That's quite the hat.

She's quite the woman.

Wealthiest in Cambridge.

Good afternoon, madam.

Is there anything I can help you with today?

Yes. My husband Jack
Chapman has an account here.

Then may I say, Mrs Chapman,

that your husband's fine taste
extends well beyond fashion.

We plan to redecorate
our home. Top to bottom.

And I need some new outfits.

Not to put too fine a point on it,

but we shall be spending an
unwholesome amount of money.

Please.

Shut up

Stand against the wall. All of you.

Come on. Move it.

Take your hat off.

Did you learn nothing at school?

And Churchill said, well,
I'll have two of them.

Geordie.

When Wendy admitted the
others went to the dance after all,

she said, "they lied to
you. They were told to."

Who told them to?

Look, what does it matter? Kevin confessed.

Remember that teacher who said
Donnie struggled with authority?

What if this is about obedience?

How we blindly do what
authority figures tell us to.

Do you seriously believe Kevin
Moran acted of his own volition?

It's their leader we should be going for.

Mr Pope.

He says jump, they say how high.

I hope we're not interrupting
your marking, Mr Pope.

Excuse me.

Excuse me

What are you doing?

The Fourth Realm.

I started that group to improve their marks.

Rewards for compliance.

Penalties for disobedience.

They embraced it.

It gave them purpose. Unity.

And then the wheels came off.

Donnie Clarke.

You can't blame me for that.

He was going to blow the whistle.

Defected, did he?

He thought the Teds would be more fun.

And so you told your acolytes to intervene.

Teach him a lesson.

The boy died.

You've blood on your hands.

Um... What are you
going to charge me with?

I wasn't even at the dance hall that night.

Wendy's your daughter.

Yes.

She didn't fall for it, did she?

She saw through your poor man's
Hitler Youth and turned against it.

Where is she, Mr Pope?

Wendy! Where are you going?

Wendy! You can't just...

Bloody hell.

You don't understand.

A couple of years ago,
she was going off the rails.

What kind of father are you?
It worked. She was improving.

I was afraid of losing her.

Stand back, Wendy!

It's all right. It's all right.

I did it for her own good.

You would have done the same.

This one would suit me, don't you think?

What about this one?

I think this would be perfect for you.

Hang the expense.

I'll take all three.

Oh, we'll have to
continue this later, Anthony.

I'm late for Mr Draper.

I shall mention you to him.

I'm delighted you've
chosen us, Mrs Chapman.

And I'd like to thank you
for your continued loyalty.

Ah, but that's just the thing, Mr Draper.

There's a condition to it.

And it's absolutely non-negotiable.

That poor girl.

He did it out of love, he said.

Not the kind of love I recognise.

Then again, if the force was
full of bleeding hearts like me,

the streets would be teeming with criminals

This was your doing, wasn't it.

You play with fire, you get burned.

Do you know what Draper would
say if I told him about our night out?

You giggling over your Tom Collins.

He'd say you were a slut.

Go on then. Tell him.

If you're so sure that's what he'd say.

Let's tell him about Hazel, too, shall we?

This is your fault, and
no-one else's, Mr Hobbs.

I rather enjoyed that.

Oh, don't be daft now.

I'm so glad you came, darling.

We're going to get through this.

You and I.

We're going to move on.

The only way that we can move
on is by selling the estate, Mum.

And I know it's not what
you want to hear, but -

It's my home.

There's not enough
income to pay off the debts.

We're gonna lose it either way.

He left you the estate

because he wanted you to
preserve your lineage. Not destroy it.

We'll use the proceeds to buy
somewhere more manageable,

and I can make sure Eli
and Sally are looked after.

Did you consider my feelings, at
all, when you made this decision?

Of course I did.

You need to move out of Dad's shadow.

Find your own path.

I think this could be a good thing for you.

Do you know, you sound
just like your father.

He always enjoyed telling
me what was good for me.

Well, thank you for taking
the time to inform me.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to
let me know where I'll be moving to.

When you get the chance, of course.

I know how busy you are.

Now, what did I do to deserve that?

Mr Hobbs has left the company.

When? Why?

I can't take all the credit.

I had to call in the heavies.

So, that's it? It's done?

Well, it is, as far as I'm concerned.

Well...

Might have to get myself another suit.

And this time...

..you can do my inside leg.

Why don't you talk to her?

She needs her mum.

She needs her dad, too, Geordie.

I'm not ready to forgive.

I'm sorry, but that's the truth.

And that man is never to come here again.

His name is Daniel.

If that's a compromise
Leonard is prepared to make,

then I'll consider coming back.

I see.

We don't work without you, Mrs C.

We really don't.

"Anyone who loves me
will obey my teaching."

Jesus' advice was sound,

because he was manifestly a good man.

But I don't think those in
authority should be obeyed blindly.

The parent.

The teacher. The policeman.

Even the village vicar.

Don't take the wisdom of
those in authority for granted.

Challenge it in your heart.

Power can be misused.

It can also corrupt.

Sometimes the bravest thing we can do

is admit we're not strong enough.

Let those who love us shoulder the burden.

And support them, too.

As a wise man once told me,

be kind,

for everyone you meet is fighting
a battle you know nothing about.

Thank you so much.

Nice service.

Ah, the show's over, I'm afraid.

Actually, I was wondering if you
could help me organise something.

You can stop pretending, Geordie.

We all know you want to
get up there and dance.

I don't get it. It's just noise.

I said, it's just noise

Oi, oi.

That's Miss Reynolds.

I take it all back. I'd much rather
be in her class than Mr Pope's.

Good with kids as well.

Fascinating.

Shut up.

Come on, grumpy. Show me what you got.

You know, I'm very proud of
you. For what you did for her.

Let's hope you're still as proud

when you see how much we're spending.

I'm sorry Daniel can't be here.

So am I.

On the plus side, he
doesn't have to see that.

Come

I think I'll sit this one out.

Go.

You might regret it.

I'd ask you to dance, but I think
it might be a terrible mistake.

Well, in that case, how
about you get me a drink?

Dad, stop.

Please.

She likes motorbikes.

She's a good dancer, too.

If you told her to walk across the
Cam, you know she'd sink, right?

I'd like to see her give it a go.

Now, says she's the one you marry...

I've only just met her, Geordie.

Theoretically speaking.

Are you seriously telling me you'd
wait until the wedding night?

Of course.

Bollocks.

I'm not saying there wouldn't be -

Fumbles under the jumper.

Theoretically speaking.

So... No, no more questions, Geordie.

Last one.

You meet a girl, you get married,

she's no good in the sack...

I prefer it when you're moaning
about the state of the country.

You know what we need?

A damn good war

No.

A pint, and a game of backgammon.