Grantchester (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 4 - Episode #6.4 - full transcript

Faster. Sure, thing,
Stan. Anything you say.

Whoa! You tryin' to get us
all killed? I wanna go faster.

Woo-hoo! Ow!

Let the race
begin.

Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo!

Yee-hah!

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Quiet tonight, Larry. Looks like
you're in for an easy shift.

Inspector Keating.
What you got?

One for uniform. Trespassers
down at Tanner's quarry.

Bloody Yanks from the airbase. Last
time we got a call from the quarry,



one of them sent their
motor over a cliff.

Someone needs to go up there
and tell them what's what.

Sounds like he's volunteering.

Get
off me! Let go of me!

This way, madam.
Unhand me, you brute!

I'll have you know,

Inspector Keating is a close
personal friend of mine!

Ah, there he is! Georgie!
Call off your hounds!

Oh, God.

Cheese flan.

Oh! It smells like a
backstreet saloon in here!

Be a treasure and save your
nagging for your husband, Mrs C.

Did someone say cheese flan?

Not for you. He's not had anything
all day. "He" is in the room.



And has everything he needs
except peace and bloody quiet!

There's no need for language.

He doesn't mean it.
Yes, I bloody do!

When did he become so hateful?

Where has my Leonard gone? It's
just the stress of the trial.

Well, you can answer
that. My nerves are shot.

Of course. You get off home.

Vicarage? It's Inspector Keating
requesting urgent back-up.

'What's happened?' Your
step-sister's been arrested.

What's she done now? Well, she
took herself for a slap-up nosh

to the George Hotel then did
a runner before the bill came.

My only crime was eating alone,

when I could have dined
with you, Georgie.

Quick as you like.

I, er, have to go out. Tamara's
got herself in a bit of bother.

Well, off you pop
and save the day.

Leonard, I understand that
you're worried about the trial.

But, please, don't
be cruel to Mrs C.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Any plans for this evening?

Date with a handsome
insurance broker.

Drinks and dinner. You? Date
with myself. Just drinks.

Lots of drinks. Your mate's
not so mouthy now, is he?

Oh, looks like someone
beat you to it.

Wait here till we're ready
to take your statements.

My men will not be complying
with civilian orders, Detective.

Oh, hello. I've got some
questions you need to answer.

Not until I've spoken to the
guy in charge. That would be me.

First Lieutenant Ellis.
United States Air Force.

Inspector Keating. Northumberland
Fusiliers, back in the day.

Have we met before,
Lieutenant? No, sir.

Sit yourself down, lads.

Inspector, I found
these men trespassing.

I was disciplining them when your
colleague arrived and arrested me

along with the junior
officers. Sorry about that.

I'll have this dealt with
as quickly as possible...

Listen, it's Saturday
night. You guys are busy.

I can have the Military
Police arrest these men

as soon as we get back to camp.

Larry, ask uniform to run the
Americans back to the airbase.

Thank you. But I can take
the men in my own car.

Impounded. Won't get it
back till Wednesday, now.

Ah.

If you could arrange that lift?

First Lieutenant, eh?

And they say it's policemen
who are getting younger.

I see YOU'VE been in the wars.

Bit of a run in with
a MiG in North Korea.

I don't let it bother me.

Ah, Lieutenant Ellis,

may I introduce The
Reverend Will Davenport.

How do you do? Reverend.

Excuse me, I'd better
see to the men.

Give my regards to Colonel
Wade. Inspector Keating.

Colonel Wade's their Commander.

Yeah, sends me a
card every Christmas.

Not like you to fawn over an
American. I'm not generally a fan.

But they do have a certain
something. It's the teeth.

Thought you had a hot date?

I'll make them some tea
while they're waiting.

Can't these Brits
move any faster?!

Right. Let's get your step-sister
sorted. Then we'll go for a pint.

Will! I've been in torment!

Then perhaps you should've
paid your supper bill?

I've already explained.
It was an oversight.

So, what's your excuse
for the missing tableware?

A rather valuable napkin ring
went AWOL, same time as she did.

Oh, don't be absurd.

My father owns half of Norfolk.

They stole it. From the Vikings.
Ah. So, the family has form.

Oh, for heaven's sake, I didn't
steal the wretched thing.

Then let Geordie search you
and you can be on your way.

Don't worry, it'll be
over before you know it.

That line might work with
your wife, Mr Keating,

but you'll have to do better if
you want to have your way with me.

I refuse to be searched by you.
Right! Things to do, people to see.

That's it? You're
not gonna help me?

I don't think I can. You
could tell HIM to let me go!

Let her go. No.

Don't say I didn't try.

I'm sorry, I can't
help you with this now.

Hey. We've all got
embarrassing family, Will.

No. It's Leonard. Oh.

How is he? Not good.

I just can't seem to find
the right thing to say.

Oh!

Obrero?!

Hey! Hey! Obrero! Obrero!
Come on. Wake up wake up!

Obrero! Look at me.
What the hell happened?

He collapsed.

Come on. Come on, Stanley.

You can stop that. He's dead.

O-B-R-E-R-O. Obrero.

Stanley. Mm-hm.

And what was Stanley's
job on the base?

Something in the kitchens.
He wasn't a something, Howie!

He was a short order cook. He...
He made the best Denver sandwich.

It's an omelette in a
sandwich! Everybody knows that!

What is it with this
country?! All right, Bobby.

Did you know Stanley well?
Yeah, I did! We had plans!

Go on. We were gonna buy
houses on the same street.

Me, Stan and Mikey...

Mikey? Stan's brother.

Look, we've told you
everything we know.

Just one more question.
Why were you at the quarry?

Racing cars, sir.

Who's there?

Jazz and vodka. Will was right.
You do need keeping an eye on.

That man can't stop meddling! He's
worried about you. We all are.

I can't imagine reading this
sort of story is helping much.

Come here. Don't touch me.

What do you want?

To see you.

Well, here I am in all my glory.

Drink me in and be on your way.

Sorry, I'm not going anywhere.
Not with you like this.

What are you thinking?
Hmm, that it's booze.

Or pills?

Bit of pick 'n' mix.
Overdose maybe? Here, look.

Gimme some light.

There's more in the
back of his throat.

If he was past being
able to swallow,

he was past putting them
in his mouth. So, who did?

Larry, call the pathologist. We
need him here, now. Excuse me?

Might I have a bite to
eat? I'm sorry, Miss.

Chef's knocked
off for the night.

Name?

Airman Howard Bennet, sir.

Airman Robert Cooper, sir.

And you're an
apprentice engineer?

I service machines
at the laundromat.

And you're a medical
orderly, Bobby.

You have access to
prescription medicines.

Did you deal drugs to Stanley?

I don't sell 'em!
I... I swear it!

You a regular drug user, Howie?

I don't touch 'em.
You're shaking.

I just watched a man die.

Did Stanley use drugs? No!

No, you're confusing me. I...
Sometimes my stomach is bad.

I... I take meds for the pains.

So when you found yourself
in my police station,

with a pocket full of
stolen pharmaceuticals,

you planted them on
your legless chum

and shoved a couple in his
mouth for appearance's sake.

Why... why would I do that?! So
tell the Inspector what did happen?

Tell us.

They're not gonna talk.

Brothers in arms. You
know what it's like.

Pathologist can't
make it till morning.

I'm not one to question
police protocol,

but you sure we should
be doing this? Nope.

But as soon as the Americans catch
wind, they'll wanna take charge,

and we'll never
know how he died.

Geordie?

Self-inflicted?

Maybe. But this isn't.

Yeah. Pressure marks.

And a scratch.
Maybe from a chain?

But not this one, this is
smooth. You think he was choked?

Well, I reckon someone would've
noticed a strangulation

in the middle of
a police station.

And he was definitely
alive at the quarry?

Yeah, alive enough to
give Larry a mouthful.

And he walked into the station?
No. His mates carried him in.

He was already dead.

Somewhere between the quarry and
the station Stanley was strangled.

And the men topped
him up with pills,

make his death look
like an overdose,

and carried him
into the station.

If it hadn't had been for
Miss Scott's cup of tea,

they might have got him back
to base to die in his bed.

Lieutenant Ellis was with
the lads the whole time.

Has it not occurred to you
he might've been lying?

Man's a war hero.

And he's played me for an idiot.

O-W.

I don't think the
vodka is helping.

I didn't invite your opinion!

I wanna help. I
don't want you here!

I don't want you, full stop.

That's the drink talking.
No! No, it's not!

You're really ending it?

Oh, you can't.

We have a future...

I can't even see past
tonight, never mind tomorrow!

Well, we can make
a plan... No!

All my life, I've
hidden what I am

for fear of this, this,
this mortification!

And now it is upon me!

I'm gonna have to stand up in court
and be exposed as... as what I am.

I am to be disgraced!

And bring disgrace
to all who know me.

You always give
in to your shame.

Yes! Because I am not
the great Daniel Marlowe!

Who wouldn't know shame if
it slapped him in the face!

I was married.

I stood at an altar and made
vows I knew I couldn't keep!

If you think I've
never felt shame,

then you really
don't know me at all.

I'd been to the pictures
with my girlfriend.

After the movie, I
dropped her home.

I was heading back to base when
I saw lights up at the quarry.

There was a fatality
there a while back.

A young airman. Yes.
A tragic accident.

And how was Stanley when
you saw him at the quarry?

All I know is the men had a
job getting him into the van.

I had to reach out
and haul him up.

So, you were inside the van,
and the men were outside?

Yes. And on the
way to the station.

Anything untoward happen?

Y'know, there might
have been some commotion

while the men
dealt with Stanley.

Dealt with him, how? I
couldn't see. It was dark.

You recognise this? No.

You don't know anyone
with the initials O-W?

Sorry.

Then I'm done for now.

Geordie?

My statement is done. I
will see you on Monday.

Did you manage to cancel your date?
Yes, I did, thank you, Inspector.

Well, seeing you're at a loose end,
be an angel, call the air base.

Tell them we've got their
Lieutenant Ellis in the cells.

I thought you wanted to keep
the military authorities at bay.

I do. But I'm not sure that lad
in there's who he says he is.

He said he pulled Airman
Obrero INTO the van.

When entering and
departing a vehicle,

a superior officer always
enters last, and leaves first.

Did you actually do
your National Service?

Well?

Well, actually, I
was... I was exempt.

Medical, was it?

No. I... I served
in the Cadet Corps.

At school. So, you know, it
was deemed I'd done my time.

Right, I didn't know
that was possible.

Er, excuse me a minute.

Christ.

I said I need a minute.

Searched the interior of
the American vehicles.

Nothing of interest. Though, found
this in the glove compartment.

Record of their racing results.

Going by the number of entries,

they're at that quarry
eight days a week.

Thank you, Larry.

Geordie, I hope this isn't going
to be a problem between us.

Not at all. I just didn't
know it was an option. What?

To serve my country on
the school playing field

instead of in a
Burmese prison camp.

Yep? I called the airbase.

Lieutenant Ellis is tucked up in
sick bay with a dose of the flu.

Knew it! Thank you, Miss Scott.

So, who's the man in
the interview room?

He's nipped to the
lav, sir. What?!

By himself? Well, I
thought, as he's an officer.

All right.

So much for the war injury.

Going somewhere, son?

Who are you? You're not
this guy, that's for sure.

Did you even serve in Korea?
Or was that a lie as well?

You know impersonating
an officer is an offence.

A military offence. But I'm not
required to explain to a civilian.

I served.

Only, in my day, it wasn't
all boozing and racing cars.

It was heat and
hunger. And death.

The only thing that got me through
were the men serving beside me.

We'd have died for each other.

And we did.

Who killed Stanley?

You don't talk
much about the war.

If you'd been there,
you'd know why.

Boss, just had a
call from the base.

The commander's on his
way. Be here in an hour.

Marvellous.

Georgie. Oh, for...

This is my office, not the lounge
at the bloody Ritz. Sort it!

Is he always such a grump?
He's got a lot on his mind.

And what's your excuse?

Well, I've just discovered that my
new step-sister is a spoilt brat.

Rude. Ah-ha, that is rich.

The way you spoke to
Geordie was embarrassing.

Didn't you learn anything
at finishing school?

How to land a lord
and bake a souffle.

Seriously, just agree to a
search and be done with it.

How's your fallen woman?
The one who needed my money.

Actually, he's a man.

He's facing a trial
for gross indecency.

William Davenport,
you're a homosexual!

No...

Oh, no, don't be embarrassed.
I'm not a homosexual.

Oh. That's too bad.
They're so jolly.

Well, my friend isn't.

He's actually rather depressed.
Well, then, you must cheer him up!

That's what I was trying to
do before I was summoned here.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Now. What's a girl got to do
to be searched around here?

I'll go and fetch someone.

You'll get your office
back in a moment.

Miss Scott's gonna
search Tamara. Mm-hm.

I thought Larry already
checked the car?

Don't tell me my job, thank you.

Geordie, look at this. Not
interested in cars, Will.

You'll be interested in this one.
Brakes have been tampered with.

One of the men was meant
to die in the race tonight.

The race never happened
because our lot showed up.

So, instead, the killer struck
in the back of the Black Maria?

Er, I'll take this
one on my own, thanks.

Show me your hands. Know a
bit about engines, do you?

They don't interest me
much. But you're a mechanic?

I did an aptitude test and
that's where they put me.

Oh, beneath you,
is it? No, sir.

But I'm the only guy
who ever got full marks

in the Airman Qualification Exam and
ended up working in a laundromat.

Ah, well, that could
make a man resentful.

Did you resent Stanley Obrero?

No, sir.

Ah, did you fight him in
the back of my police van?

Fighting ain't in my game plan.

So, what is?

Get through the day until
my veteran benefits kick in.

Well, that's a lot of
years fixing twin tubs.

Be worth it when I'm done and the
Air Force pays me through college.

That's when my life starts.

You won't see a
penny of that money

if you get a
dishonourable discharge.

So, tell me, what happened?

Hands palms down,
feet well apart.

Thank you. I know the routine.

Yes, you look like you've
been around the block.

And you, a vicar's sister.

Step-sister.

Wouldn't be illegal, if that's
what you're asking? It wasn't.

Where did they dredge
you up from anyway?

Is your husband a policeman? Don't
have a husband. I have a job.

In this place.

Oh, really? Is it very exciting?

Not really.

Although, earlier, I did serve
a cup of tea to a dead man.

Anything? No.

Get their uniforms off them. I
want them checked for brake fluid.

Sir. You know, you're
assuming they're not talking

because they're
protecting each other.

But what if there's
another reason?

Like what? Bullying.
Intimidation.

Not every group of men
is a band of brothers.

D'you know what, you
should call it a night.

I've got this.

You think I don't understand
because I wasn't a soldier...

YOU have no idea what I think!

But for the avoidance of doubt,
I think you used your posh school

and your privilege to buy your
way out of doing your duty.

And I think you are a disgrace!

You're right. I should go.

Erm, it's, er, not a
catalogue of car races.

Erm, the numbers aren't
time scores, they're dates.

For Americans, they put
the month before the day.

And the words in the
middle column are in code.

It's a variation of Pig Latin.

Take the first letter, put it
to the end of the word. So...

Valium. Candy. Luckies. It's
a black market inventory.

No sign of the napkin ring.
Lady Muck is in the clear.

Thanks. You can get
off for the night.

Oh, the Commander might want
a cup of tea when he arrives?

Is he very handsome?

And very married.

With a picture-perfect family.

You never talk about her.

I was eight years old when I was
first punched for being a pansy.

That was when I knew I would
need to find myself a wife.

Took me a few years,
but I found her.

And I didn't have to
force myself to like her.

If anything, it was
the other way around.

I chased her. I
made her love me.

Then came our
honeymoon. The sex.

I thought I'd get used to it.

But after the first few months,
everything just petered out.

Then she found a letter
I'd written... To a man.

We separated.

It didn't make the
front page of The Times,

but it was a huge
scandal, locally.

Because, by then, despite
my apathy in the bedroom,

she was... She was pregnant.

You have a child?

No. There was a miscarriage.

People lose babies all the time.

They'll never know.

You can't blame
yourself. Oh, I can.

And everyone else did,
too. I was cut off.

I wasn't even welcome
at my mother's funeral.

So, you see, I do
understand shame.

I'm so sorry.

I can't imagine the
pain of losing a child.

I wish I could take
that suffering from you.

You have such vast reserves
of compassion, Leonard.

If only you were able to
draw on them for yourself.

I'm free! Let's have
a drink to celebrate.

We can go to your club.
I don't have a club.

Anyway, your
chariot awaits. Ah!

Daddy insists on Jacobs whatever
the hour. Lucky Jacobs

I'm glad you're
not a homosexual.

It would be a great
loss to the ladies.

Here. Took your time.

Oh, charming

After me dragging myself
out at all hours! Sorry.

Ah, so you should be. I had
to get Mrs Nicholls to sit.

She'll be waking the kids
up to feed 'em Spangles.

"Right, well. Thank you, Cathy.
You've been ever so helpful."

Actually, you have.

I found the right one.

Oh, hello, Will. How you been?

Er, not too bad, thanks.
Come for tea. Saturday?

Erm. Sorry. Parish business.

Oh, well, another time, then.

Don't be late, you.

Night, Will! Night.

I shouldn't have
sounded off like that.

No, you were right to.

My father made the arrangements...
I don't wanna know.

I need to tell you.

I was 18 and I had
plans for my life

that didn't include two years
square bashing in Germany.

These days, I understand a
little bit more about duty.

And I wish I'd done mine.

And I wish I'd been honest
with you from the start.

Though if I had, I...

Well, I doubt we
would've become friends.

You know the engraving on the
medallion? I know who O-W is.

He's Orson Wade III.

Colonel Wade's son.

Colonel Wade. May I introduce
The Reverend Will Davenport.

I hear you're in
possession of my son.

He was arrested tonight while
pretending to be someone he isn't.

I'm afraid Orson has problems.
But thank you for your trouble.

I'll see him safely
back to base.

I've also got three of your
junior airmen in the station,

and one of them's in a body bag.

What happened? Well, that's
what we're trying to find out.

But I'm afraid your
son and his friends

aren't being very cooperative.

I'll take it from here. I need to
arrange to have the body removed.

How can I get an outside line?

No, that body can't go anywhere
until I know the truth.

I failed the pilot exam twice.

You know putting on the
uniform, driving into town.

I get to be the guy
I was meant to be.

My father's son. A hero.

Faking a war wound
made it more plausible.

I'm sorry. I never meant
to take you for a fool.

How did your chain break?

I got caught up in a fight.

Who with?

Where's my father?
He's outside!

And that's where he's staying
until YOU tell me the truth.

There's drugs from the pharmacy.

Cigarettes, nylons, rum.

Hundreds of dollars of American
goods stolen by your pals

in the course of their
jobs on the base.

So, what's your
part in all of this?

Not getting togged up in a stolen
uniform and flogging your wares

around every pub in the county?
Please, don't tell my father.

So, Stanley was gonna
blow the whistle?

That's why you killed him.

I never killed anybody!

If I ever did anything wrong,
it's because Stanley made me!

How about I get you some
clothes and we go have a chat?

If you're in our crowd, it's
because you don't fit nowhere else.

Not fast enough, not white
enough, not smart enough.

So grateful to have buddies,

you don't care that you got
to do whatever Stanley says.

Steal for him, race with
him, do stupid stunts

just to give him a thrill.

What kind of stunts? Chicken.
Race towards the cliff.

First one to slam on the
brakes gets punished.

You've seen the book.
Everything they ever stole.

Everything I ever sold.
He had us over a barrel.

Those guys can't afford
to lose their career.

And... I can't afford
to lose my father.

The lad who died a few months
back. Was he over a barrel as well?

Stanley told him to jump
his car across the ravine.

It was a suicide mission.

Mikey was driving the
heaviest car in the fleet.

It was never gonna fly.

You know you're accusing
Stanley of murder?

Stanley Obrero was the greatest
bastard that ever lived.

And that's why Howie
and Bobbie killed him

in the back of your police van.

I tried to stop them, but
I wasn't strong enough.

And that's how I bust my chain.

HE SIGHS Do we believe him?

The boys have checked
out the uniforms.

Stanley's is covered
in brake fluid.

Fits with him being
some kind of psychopath.

But at the same time...
Something stinks.

Stanley's neck. The marks look
like an impression from a chain.

But we only found the
one chain in the Maria,

and Orson claims it was his.

Mm. The initials
fit. O-W. Orson Wade.

What did Orson say was the name of
the airman who drove off the cliff?

Mikey.

And what did Bobby say was the
name of Stanley's dead brother?

It's Mikey.

What if the initials
aren't O-W, but M-O?

Mikey Obrero.

Stanley was wearing his
dead brother's chain.

His brother was the kid
who drove off the cliff.

I wish you'd told me.

You needed me to
be the strong one.

Your knight in shining armour,
bring you to life with a kiss.

And you did.

Actually, it was the
other way around.

After it all, I
had to start again.

I couldn't find a way of
doing that, until I met you.

No, surely not. Leonard,
you changed everything.

Quite aside from giving me
yourself, you gave me hope.

A new life, a whole new family.

You know, I stand to
lose... everything.

But I've been so caught up
in my own fear and misery

that only now it's occurring to me
that you stand to lose it all, too.

It's too late for all this.

But maybe we don't have to
lose each other as well?

So, Orson's told us everything.

The little inventory of all
your crimes and misdemeanours.

How it was used to trap you

in a cycle of repeat
offending and subservience.

He also told us the man
controlling you was Stanley.

But it's Orson.

That's crazy!

Tell him he's wrong!

If you're the good
guy in all this,

why did one of your friends
try and kill you tonight?

Stanley Obrero doctored
the brakes of your car.

And he did it because
a few months back,

you made his brother drive
over a cliff. Just for kicks.

Even though you knew
it could kill him.

I'll probably never understand
what is going on in here.

You look at these men and you
don't see friends, or comrades.

You see victims.

Men with dreams, but no
means to attain them.

Men who joined the military as a
stepping stone to a better life.

But instead, they met you.

And before they knew it, their
future was in your hands.

You don't know
what I am to them!

Stanley had some scars.

I think you might
have them, too?

Punishment when you disobeyed?

Where are your scars, Orson?

So, we've established
you're a bastard.

But did you kill Stanley in
the back of that Black Maria?

Stanley's revenge
had been foiled.

Worse, he knew we'd
impounded the doctored car,

and it was only a matter of time

until his murder
attempt was discovered.

Why are you crying? You a girl?

Whoa, Stanley, stop! Stan,
calm down! Stan, come on!

Who killed Stanley?

Come on, Stan. Be careful.

Easy. That's enough.

We all good now?

Stan?

I didn't mean to hurt no-one.

He was my friend.

I wouldn't want to be the man who
has to knock on that mother's door.

What will happen to Bobby?

He'll be tried for manslaughter
in the military court.

Three lives destroyed
by Orson Wade III.

And Daddy'll make sure
he gets away scot-free.

You know, when I was growing up,

I thought my father was
master of everything.

It's only when I look
back from a distance,

that I saw he was just a small
man with a very limited reach.

So, what you saying?

Not you, son.

Orson Wade, I'm charging
you with murder.

Bobby killed Stanley.

And you killed his
brother, Mikey.

Just as surely as if you'd driven
him over that cliff yourself.

Inspector, I thought we agreed

that this issue would
be dealt with on base.

Your son's a civilian and can't
be prosecuted under military law.

He'll be tried in an
English civil court,

same as any other murderer in the
land. Take him back to the cells.

Come on, you.

Night. Yeah. Night.

Er, give my best to Leonard.

Tell him to keep his chin up.