Grantchester (2014–…): Season 5, Episode 2 - Episode #5.2 - full transcript

Morning!

DIANA HUMMING

St John.

Ah, wonderful.
St John Gurney-Clifford.

Will. Pleasure to meet you.
Pleasure's all mine.

Diana!

Ooh. Can't face the world
without my face.

Your bloody mother.

Well, you bloody invited her.

It's sterling work you do.

Thank you.
I've nothing but admiration.



Will's helping troubled boys.
Physical training.

Er, boxing.
Ah, you see? Sterling work.

Well, it's what they pay me for.

How much is that?
It's not a great deal, I imagine.

Well, respect where it's due.

Must be quite some vocation
when your chairman

is, to all intents and purposes,
invisible.

BOTH LAUGH

Well, there's more to life
than financial reward.

Oh, he's teasing, darling.

Well, I'm very glad you made it,
albeit a little on the late side.

We have... an announcement to make.

Amie! At least let the chap
finish his coffee.

Oh, sorry.



I've asked your mother to marry me.

And I've said yes.

At our age
it doesn't do to hang about.

Congratulations.

You will come to the engagement
party, won't you, darling?

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

WILL GRUNTING

Whoever that is,
I fancy you've done for 'em.

My mother's remarrying.

He calls her Amie.
No-one calls her Amie.

Why don't you like him?

He puts her down
and she doesn't even notice.

Ah.

It doesn't matter what I think now,
does it?

No, it's completely out
of your control.

Embrace the freedom, Will.

What, and just watch her
make a mistake?

Well, it's like I say to the boys.

We're a family.
And family's all about compromise.

St John.
What kind of name is St John?

Women of a certain age,
no disrespect,

can be rather intransigent.

She's marrying the first man
with a blazer like my father's

and an entry in Debrett's.

I made the mistake of mentioning
the television set to Mrs C.

Why can't she just be on her own
for once?

You should've seen the look
on her face.

Like I'd broken the custard jug.

Yeah. Vic says
if you can't change something,

you have to find
another way round it.

You mean like going
to your mother's engagement party

with a protest placard?

That's actually quite tempting.

WOMAN SHRIEKING

Dickie Astor.

Owns a finance company
in Waterbeach.

Just gonna track down next-of-kin.

It's the hair. And the tie.

Thinks he's in love.

Man whiffs like a tart's armpit.

You get a look at the driver?
No.

Make of car?
Maybe.

Number plate?
Yes.

And it'll come back to me
any minute.

These orchids?

Don't see many of those
growing on Jesus Green.

It's a big responsibility,
but someone's gotta step up.

Will you stop flirting?

See what you can find out
about these flowers.

Boss.

Can you confirm
this is a murder inquiry?

Bloody Larry.

For the record.

Geordie?

She's the love interest?

Why? You jealous?
No.

No!
KNOCKING

Your husband, was he in the habit
of buying you flowers, Mrs Astor?

Jacqueline, please.

Dickie wasn't really
the sentimental type.

We're keeping an open mind
as to motive.

Obviously, we're trying to trace
the vehicle that ran Mr Astor down.

A Morris Eight, we believe.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
You don't have to be sorry.

Dickie and I have been together
since I was 19.

Probably sounds facile to you,

but he really did sweep me
off my feet.

It's all rather pitiful
that it should come to this.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Bailiffs? Well, it looks like

Dickie Astor was high on charisma,
low on readies.

Here's the client list,
but I never sat in on the meetings.

Cos Dickie... Mr Astor.

He done most of them
in the client's own home.

Mm-hm.
For the exclusive experience.

And I ain't got shorthand, so...

Or a reference now.

Mother's going to have my guts.

Fancy a cuppa?

Well, only if they've left you
the kettle.

Right-oh.

You do not stay as well preserved
as Mrs Jacqueline Astor

without some serious investment.

Can't say I've noticed.

You do know it's not lying
that makes you go blind.

Bingo.

This is definitely not meant
for the taxman.

It was a nice car
that ran Dickie down.

The kind that
might have come from a house

big enough for exclusive visits.

What if someone worked out
what he was up to?

Could've been the client
he stole from that ran him down.

Well, if we knew
the number plate of the car,

we could call round and ask them.

Retracing your steps.

American mumbo-jumbo.

Lot to answer for, those Americans.

Can you finish this conversation
in your head?

Suppose you got used to
losing stuff,

living in a stately home.

Mum.

Of course back at ours it's either
the living room or the kitchen.

Engagement party. St John.
Or maybe the lav.

If I can crowbar the mother-in-law
out of it.

Placard.

GSK 786.

"I will set no wicked thing
before mine eyes".

Psalms 101.

I thought you hated Psalms.

I hate this monstrosity more.

GSK 786 is registered
here in Grantchester.

Elliot House, Way Lane.

Way Lane. Never heard of it.

What?
Police enquiry's ground to a halt.

All for the want
of a little local knowledge.

Ah, well,
it's wisdom, really, Geordie.

It's community spirit, Will.

Oh, give me strength!

You'll have me wearing
one of your uniforms next.

Leonard.
Nothing!

Watch the potatoes.

Down the end there,
through the trees.

Way Lane.
You're a Godsend, Mrs C.

I don't know about that.

Some of the stories...

What stories?

Oh, all old wives' tales probably.

Be home before dark.

Hello?

Anyone home?

You're trespassing.

Er, Police, Mr erm...?
Graham.

We're looking for the owner
of a Morris Eight.

Get back to your room.

Back to your room, do you hear me?

Damn fool. That is an order!

Sorry. I'm... I'm...

I'm sorry. Sorry.

This belong to you, does it, Sir?

Barely used it in 20 years.

I shall expect your apology
in writing, officer.

How do you account for that,
Mr Graham?

Idiots' lantern.

What the Dickens was Will thinking?

Yes, well, it's here now,
so, just, if you... Up a bit.

To the right.

Oh!
Perfect.

MUSIC ON TV

Right, well...
I'll see you in the morning.

SINGING IN FRENCH ON TV

Is that what he bought it for?

To watch a lot of little people
singing in foreign?

It's a celebration of the ties
between European nations.

It's convivial.

It's suspicious, is what it is.

Right, well. Don't let me keep you.

How'd you explain
the damage to your car, Mr Graham?

Does anyone else have access to it?

The gentleman you live with.
Your brother, is it?

Mr Graham,
did you know Dickie Astor...

of R Astor Investment Brokers?

Is he circling
in the hope of saving my soul?

I suspect you're long past that.

Dickie Astor is a family member.

Distant cousin. Not distant enough.

When did you last see him?

R Astor Brokers.

A Mr Graham of Way Lane...

..made some hefty investments.

Investments? Oh, do keep up!

The man ran Ponzi schemes,
for Christ's sake!

He was a con artist.

No-one but the most gullible

would be drawn into
financial dealings

with Mr Dickie Astor.

Your brother, then.
Damn fool.

DON'T call him that.

I found our savings book too late.

John had already parted with them.

For months
that bastard was working on him.

Bleeding us dry.

And then he had the utter gall

to turn his attention
to the equity in our house.

Well, I put a stop to that.
HE SCOFFS

I threw Dickie Astor out

and gave John
the dressing down of his life.

If you're having bad luck,
shouldn't you ask for help?

Instead of taking it out
on your brother.

Bad luck?

You know nothing,
with your God and your smug life,

comfortably lived.

Luck, chaplain?

Dickie Astor cleaned us out.

We're all well shot of him.

Did you get in the car, Mr Graham?

Did you follow Dickie Astor?

Did you run him over
for stealing your savings?

Mr Graham?

He's a bully.

Just one more controlling man
who preys on the weak.

Thinks everyone should jump
when he tells them to.

Still not completely sold on
St John, then?

Who's St John?
BOTH: No comment.

Any luck, Larry?

It's either Paphiopedilum
or Phalaenopsis.

That's easy for you to say.

Neither of 'em
grow in England, mind.

So, where did he get them from?

I don't know, boss.

Find out, then.

He's bloody useless.

Pint?

Er, I might go and check
on the brother.

Oh, well. Suppose there's
no avoiding the mother-in-law.

I know when she's around.

The mice throw themselves
on the traps.

That is terrible.

Got to get my pleasure
from somewhere.

Pie's in the oven.

Pie. Oven.

There's a tin of fruit salad
for afters.

Fruit salad. Marvellous.

Don't forget,
dishcloths need soaking.

I wouldn't dare. Night.

Psst!

Finally.

That was interminable.

You're home.

Ah there's only so long
I could put it off.

Cathy says spam fritters
are a favourite.

I could get used to this.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Because you are looking at

Swinnerton's newest shop steward
for ladies' wear.

Mum. That's amazing!

I know! All them union meetings
came good.

Shop steward?
Yeah. Vote was this morning.

Let me get my shoes off
and I'll show you my badge.

Shop steward?

It's just another word
for communist.

CHATTER IN FRENCH ON TV

It's France. It's France.

How many countries are there
in Europe?

Now, I was going to get snails,

but the only ones I could find
were in the garden, so...

It's called a macaron.

Must have cost a fortune.

Oh. It's a bit dry.

Do you think
it's meant to be that dry?

I think it's perfect.

It's definitely a bit dry.

Just a touch.

Should've come in
the other end of the lane.

You don't have to crawl
through a hedge.

Ordnance survey.
Are you following me?

I got here first, so no.
Not technically.

You know I'm coming with you,
don't you?

I've tried the door.
He's not answering.

KNOCKING

Is it true
Harry Graham's in court tomorrow?

He hasn't been charged
with anything.

So, you are questioning him.

Why don't you ask Larry?

Am I sensing resentment?

No. No!

You know the Brylcreem and cologne,
that's for you, right?

I guessed as much.
HE SCOFFS

Well, if it gives me an advantage.

You have no principles.

I have principles.

EXHALES
Yeah, until the rent's due.

Says the man breaking and entering
through a garden gate.

It's locked.

We could climb over.
No. Absolutely not.

WILL STRAINING

Do they not teach climbing
at posh school?

My parents wouldn't pay the extra.

Wow.

This place has got so much love
in it.

What?

That is the least cynical thing
I have ever heard you say.

Is that the widow?
What's she doing here?

You go in mob-handed,
you'll scare him off.

Mr Graham. I'm sorry to intrude.

We were worried about you.

Where's Harry?

He's going to be spending the night
at the police station.

I don't wanna speak out of turn,
but if your brother is...

If Harry is treating you poorly,
I can help.

HE WINCES

Oh, Mr Graham. Are those begonias?

I love begonias.

And those erm...

The little red flowers
with the white bits?

Antirrhinum.
Yeah. That's it. I love those.

And the statues.
They're... They're my pals.

Oh. Oh, thank you.

Dickie was here, wasn't he?
Before he died.

Is that why Jacqueline
came to see you?

What happened, John?

Stay back.
John.

Stay back!

Thank you.

Erm, not so much for the music.

Or the macaron.

I don't want you to go.

You gave your word.

I saw a man
take his last breaths today.

I doubt he spent his final moments
worrying what others thought of him.

What Mrs C doesn't know
won't hurt her.

And frankly... it isn't really
any of her damn business.

Stay.
Look, Leonard, I really...

SIGHS

ALARM RINGING

TURNS OFF ALARM

Morning.
Morning.

LEONARD GASPS

Someone's hungry.

Yes. Well...

Daniel's here, actually.

He is here.

I see.

And I am here.
OK.

And I am perfectly at ease

with the decisions
that have led to this moment.

Who put roses in my custard jug?

She's early.

Say they're yours.
What?

Say they're yours!

Er, they're mine!

They're mine.

What are?
The roses in the custard jug.

Won't you think
of the custard, Will?

And put some clothes on.

Wandering round
in your all-together.

I er... I just...
I need you to erm...

What?
It's the television.

I know it's the television.

Can you hear that?

What?

Hmm. It's probably all those
Europeans.

HE EXHALES

Is that bits of pasta on the table?

Who's brought pasta
into the vicarage?

Morning, Mrs C.

Up, dressed,
not desecrating my tableware.

At least I can rely on one of you.

Ah, I hope you don't mind.
I wanted to ask something of you.

Of course.

Would you mind telling the police,

I don't believe Harry Graham
could have done this.

They're harmless.

I saw you in the garden with John.

Spying now?
Unintentionally.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's one place
I can hear myself think.

Why were you there?

I feel sorry for them.

Dickie treated those poor old men
despicably.

Did he treat you despicably too?

Did you love your husband,
Jacqueline?

If anyone else asked that,
I'd be insulted.

Not at the end, no.

I was naive enough
to think we married for love.

It was all flowers and romance
at first.

Once he'd drained my inheritance...

Marriage can be
the loneliest of unions.

My parents,
it wasn't exactly idyllic.

Put up with all sorts in a marriage.

Convince yourself
if you just try harder,

make a little bit more effort.

The truth is it doesn't matter
how much cold cream you use,

age always takes its toll.

Which is rather unfortunate

when your only real value
is in how you look.

Done? Done?

Oh, blast.
Esme needs her PE kit ironing.

Full-time job being a mum.

Is that meant to be subtle?

You don't need to take that tone.
I'm not taking a tone.

You're a bobby's wife.
You're a mother.

So? Am I not allowed to have
any kind of life outside?

Someone has to say this.
Geordie clearly won't.

Your little job,
it is pin money, Cathy.

It's about more than the money.

You never listen to me.
You've always been a let-down.

Have a good day.

Ham and mustard.

I don't care what you say,
we're keeping her.

DIANA LAUGHS
Bye, kids.

John grows them.

Well, that places Dickie Astor
at the house.

Trying to con the brothers
out of their savings.

Well, come on. Spit it out.

John gets angry. He lashes out.

The poor bullied brother?
More damaged than he seems, eh?

Maybe I got it wrong.

Wouldn't be the first time,
let's face it.

John's the one Dickie conned.

John's the one with the temper.

John's Dickie's latest victim.

This isn't right.

You have no right
to keep me here any longer.

You must be parched.

It's shell shock, isn't it?
John's suffering from.

Shut down. Scared of his own shadow.

I've seen it before.

Burma.

John was at Passchendaele.

Saw his pals blown to smithereens.

Well, it's hard to live with someone
when they're suffering like that.

When he came home, they wanted
to put him in the asylum.

Christ.

John's fiancee took one look,
hightailed it.

I didn't entirely blame her.

John was...
..broken.

He wasn't my brother any more.

But you got him back on his feet.

I just steer the ship best I can.

It's the least you do, isn't it?

What else would you do, Harry?

Would you lie for your brother?

You weren't driving that car,
were ya?

I haven't seen him
drive the thing in years.

You think it's him.

I didn't see him drive it that day.

But if it wasn't you...

You lock him up...

..John's as good as dead.

Noooooooo!

GRUNTING

GRUNTING CONTINUES

Noooo!

John?

John.

Now, you put the axe down,
Mr Graham.

Put it down, John.

Johnny.

You left me.

Well, I'm here now.

I was frightened.
I know.

But I'm here now.

I should've gone with my pals.

And where would I be, eh?

Where would I be without you?

I love you, don't I?

Damn fool.

BROTHERS SIGHING

Harry.

Johnny, you need to go
with these gentlemen.

They're good chaps, I promise you.

Are they pals?
Very much so.

When you come back, I'll have
this place ship-shape again, hmm?

Don't you worry.

That's it. Take my hand.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

Is that all right?

Then can I see Harry?

John. Did Dickie Astor
come to your house?

The bastard.

We're not gonna disagree with that.

He wanted your home.

Your garden.

Did that make you angry, John?

He didn't deserve them.

Didn't deserve what?

Phalaenopsis.

The orchids. Did he pick them?

Bastard.

Did you get in your car, John?

Palumbina. Paphinia.

Paphiopedilum.

Did you follow him to Grantchester?

Papilionanthe. Papperitzia...

Did you run him down?
Paraphalaenopsis.

Peristeria.
BREATHING HEAVILY

Did you run the bastard down, John?

I ran the bastard down.

Can I see Harry now?

I hate this job sometimes.

Do you believe him?

War can do terrible things to a man.

And this is where you start decrying
the younger generation.

"No idea how easy you've had it."

You don't.

Will you knock, Larry?

Phalaenopsis Aphrodite.

Aphrodite was the goddess of love.

Love. Murder.

This is a crime of passion.

You can chuck them, Larry.
We've got our fella.

Oh. Right.

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

Who were they for?

The wife.

No, no, she said
he wasn't the sentimental type.

It was all flowers and romance
at first,

but not the end.

So, who were they for?

Well done, Larry.
Cheers.

Rosalind?

He was 45 years old.

Why wasn't Dickie Astor
putting on his slippers

and putting up with it
like the rest of us?

Rosalind. We just wanted
to ask you a few questions.

Why do they always run?

Hey. Rosalind.

Rosalind. Rosalind.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Only one thing makes a person
look more guilty than running away.

That's running away with bags.

Open them up, please.

Open.

You were having an affair
with Dickie Astor.

You were siphoning off his cash,
weren't you?

What?
I think he found out.

I think he jilted you.

Threatened to expose you.

You ran him over.
Didn't you, Miss Reece?

I can't drive.

He got them fancy flowers for me.

I never run Dickie over.

You can't say I run Dickie over!

I loved him. Dickie loved me.

Is that what he told you?
Yes!

Sorry.

I'm sure
he made all sorts of promises.

We were going to leave.

Move to London.

He was going to tell his wife.

He saved that money for him and me.

He knew life with Mother was rotten.

We was gonna get out
of this dead end.

Dickie Astor didn't save the money,
Miss Reece.

He stole it.

Middle-aged men are so predictable.

Oh, we're embarrassing.

I mean, naive, dowdy teenager
or mature, confident woman.

Which one are you gonna choose?
Well, neither one, obviously.

Cue hilarious reference to celibacy.

On account of the halo
and the celibacy.

What happens when you start taking
the love of your life for granted?

All hell breaks loose, believe me.

What happens when they find out

you're leaving them
for someone else?

Someone younger. Someone else
he can take advantage of.

Where do we find her?

Rosalind was your final straw,
wasn't she?

Charisma and some shared memories
can only get you so far.

You were leaving Dickie.

I'd packed my bags.

Convinced myself
I'd be back in two weeks,

tail between my legs.

And that was the choice you made.

I'm a middle-aged woman.

My choices are limited.

No job since I married.

No real qualifications.

I'm very nearly invisible.

You borrowed the car,
intending to leave.

John helped you.

You saw Dickie on the high street.

I couldn't lift my foot
off the pedal.

I don't have to be sorry.

But I am.

Not for what I did...

..but for what we became.

Jacqueline Astor, I am arresting you
for the murder of Dickie Astor.

You do not have to say anything.

Will you tell the brothers
I'm sorry?

So, how's St John
Wotsit-blah-di-blah-di-blah?

Still here, unfortunately.

You might've got him wrong.
He might be a sensitive soul.

Oh, I doubt it.

If I can get on
with the mother-in-law...

No. Really?

She made me spam fritters, Will.

You are so easily pleased.

Ellie!
No, no. Don't go.

Don't! What are you...

Behave yourselves.

You look smug.

I don't look smug. I look contrite.

That's your contrite face?

Well, I was trying to apologise,
but fine.

Oh. Apologise for what?

SIGHS

Look, I know you think
I'm cynical and rude -

And unprincipled.

I liked that old chap
and his garden.

I hope we didn't scare him.

I'm sure he's fine.

I'm only the way I am cos...

I don't know.
SHE EXHALES

I have to fight twice as hard
as everyone else.

I'm a woman.

If you can't change something,

you have to find another way
around it.

Exactly.

You really have to work
on your contrite face.

Is it that bad?
Terrible.

OK. What about...

No. No, that is just odd.

I know. I'm late. I'm sorry.

The meeting ran over.

SHE SIGHS

My mum's right, ain't she?

I'll hand my shop steward badge back
tomorrow.

No. Eh, don't do that.

As long as she's staying around,
we might as well put her to use.

Besides, Diana brings me
my slippers.

You don't bring me my slippers.

Even when you were home full-time,
I never got slippers.

You can get your own damn slippers.

Do the job you love, Cath.

I'm proud of you.

Even if you are a communist.

Ooh, what's this?

They're dead man's flowers.
Road traffic accident.

Oh. Sweet.

Yeah. Don't say
I don't appreciate you.

Well, isn't this a lovely surprise?

Yes, shame you've had
a wasted journey.

We have tickets for the opera.

Perhaps if you'd telephoned ahead.

I came to see Mum.

Sorry. You go on. I'll catch you up.

Five minutes.

The meter's running, Amie.

Darling, is everything all right?

HE EXHALES

I know your choices are limited.

But this man is er...

You don't have to compromise.

He puts you down just like Dad.

He belittles you.

I knew you'd do this.

Do what?

Drag St John
into some immature grudge

you hold against your father.

That is not what I'm doing.

You said you wanted me to try,
William.

You wanted me to be happy.

Well, now I am.
You don't like that either.

Are you sure it's every other man
who puts me down?

He is a bully, Mum.
And you deserve better.

If you don't approve
of our engagement -

I don't. I don't approve.

Then I don't expect to see you
at the party.

Fine.

Family is one of life's
greatest blessings.

Our path through life
would be pretty lonely

without anyone to share it with.

Family is about compromise.

And service and duty.

INDISTINCT

It is about
finding another way round.

But family is also about
drawing a line.

Saying this far and no further.

Enough is enough.

Matthew says,
"If your brother sins against you,

"tell him his fault,
between you and him alone.

"If he listens,
you have gained your brother."

And if he or she doesn't listen?

Well, then take heart.

For we are all His children.

There is only one family.

And that is the family
of our Lord God.

And we all belong.

INDISTINCT