Grantchester (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 5 - Episode #6.5 - full transcript

"Dear Sir, with regard

"to the upcoming gross indecency
court case of Mr Finch.

"What a nonsense to pursue
a man for his private life!

"Not to mention, a waste
of taxpayers' money."

Things I've read in the
newspaper, disgusting.

Morning!

"Let he who is without
sin cast the first stone.

"Isn't that what
the Bible says?"

"Shame on the church.

"Shame on our justice
system. Shame on us all.

"Yours in anger,



"Mrs Catherine Keating,
shop steward and housewife."

Do you find this amusing?
Far from it, Bishop.

Discreetly,

was how the Archdeacon asked
for this to be handled.

With delicacy. And yet
here we are, you and I.

And a housewife quoting
scripture at us in the paper.

He's my friend.

This isn't about him any
more. It's about the church.

The church I know doesn't turn
its back on those in need.

You don't go to court today.

You don't speak for Mr Finch.

You don't pull us into the mire
any more than you already have.

I hope that's understood.

Come in.



Might we have a moment?

No.

Anything you have to
say, Will can hear.

We've come to the end
of the road, I'm afraid.

Whatever the outcome
of your court case

we will be terminating your
position with immediate effect.

Will I have the opportunity
to move to another parish?

We're withdrawing your licence.

I can no longer serve as curate?

How is this fair? Will.

No, how is any of this fair?

Thank you for taking the
time to tell me in person.

I really do appreciate that.

You would've made a
wonderful parish priest.

I have no doubt
about that, Mr Finch.

This is their shame. Not yours.

I've asked Jack to be
my character witness.

You've dragged Jack into this?

No. I want to do
it. I know you do.

I don't give a damn
what they think.

I won't have you losing
your job, too. Please.

For once, let me look after you.

I wish we'd never found out.

I wish it'd stayed
a bloody secret.

There's not much to be glad
of, but I'm glad you found out.

If you hadn't, then you
wouldn't know me at all.

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

Saint Anthony. Patron
saint of missing things.

If you're lost, he'll find you,
at least that's what they say.

The rest of it may be tosh,
but... I always rather liked that.

I want it all to be over.

It will be soon.

It's not just his job he's losing.
It's his home. His calling.

You know his life's over, and
the church doesn't give a damn!

Slow down, my legs are
shorter than yours.

Why aren't you angry?

He's got a solid
barrister, Will.

And the judge, he's a
bit of a pompous arse,

but he's fair.

Last indecency
case, he gave a fine

and a lecture on the moral
turpitude of young men today.

Just let justice
take its course.

That's all you can do.

I just... I feel... Like
you wanna punch someone?

Powerless, I was gonna say,
but punching someone would do.

Hurry up! Ah, the very man.

Bank robbery in progress.

'Help! Get me out of here!

'Someone, help! Help!'

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

Bloody hell.

Call an
ambulance. Yes, Sir.

Suspect's car's heading
west down Pembroke Street.

It's a grey Standard
Eight. Stay with him.

What are you playing at? Get
over! You coming or not? Let's go!

Right, stop the
car! Stop the car!

Suspect has crashed. I
repeat, suspect has crashed.

Right, suspect on foot.
Approach with caution.

He might be armed, Will!

Will! Will!

'Help her, please.'

You all right?

Don't let her die.

Oi!

I didn't... I didn't...
I didn't do nothing!

OK? I
didn't do nothing!

Never spent a night
apart in 30 years.

Would you like to
pray, Mr Connor?

I'm not the praying
kind, I'm afraid.

Might I sit with her for a bit?

Take all the time you need.

Bastard... who did this...

..you make sure he gets
what's coming to him.

Came out of nowhere,
hit me, tied me up.

Bank train you for it.

They tell you if anyone
comes for the money

then fight tooth and nail.

Look where that got me.

Three quid a week and no
pension. Nah, ain't worth it.

How much'd he take?

A thousand pounds
in five pound notes.

We're ready, boss.

No.

He's not here. I'm sorry.

There must be something here
that pins Malcy to the robbery.

Ah! It's certainly
bread, all right.

What's that?

"Mr Finch is, to my mind,

"the most decent man

"you're ever likely to encounter.
Hard-working. Honest. Humble..."

Do you think "humble" or "meek"
sounds more like Leonard?

I don't want you to do it, Jack.

I don't want you to
speak for Leonard.

He asked me to.

And I'm asking you not to.

I know these are trying
times, but I really...

Don't get up in front
of all those people.

What will they think of us?

You may have lost all
sense of compassion,

but I certainly haven't.

Well, as I see it, you're
clutching at straws here.

That fella, he didn't
recognise me from Adam.

D'you even care about
the woman you killed?

Her name was Mary Connor.

She would have
been 70 next month.

It was an accident.

We've already got you
for manslaughter, son.

It was an accident!

You may as well
cough to the lot.

Well, I didn't rob
no bloody bank.

What's this?

Never seen it before.
Could be phone numbers.

Except no such numbers
exist. So, what is it?

Ooh, you're the
detective, you tell me.

A woman is dead because of you.

Oh, he's lairy for
a vicar, isn't he?

Where's the money, Malcy?

Nah...

..I don't think I'm
inclined to speak any more.

Not till I got my
lawyer present.

Ah. Fancy.

Philippa? Dot?

Dot Scott.

Never you mind, anyway.

First names aren't
for the workplace.

Perhaps, I'll ask you out, then.

Stop flirting, Larry.
Telephone this lawyer.

Tell him we've got
his client in custody.

I was hoping to get to the
court, Boss. You know, the pansy.

Schadenfreude isn't
attractive, Larry.

It's Marks and
Sparks, as it happens.

Er, Miss Scott, the
call about the robbery.

The switchboard
received it at 10:53am.

Lasted 12 seconds.

The caller didn't leave any
details, but it was a woman.

You don't happen to
have a transcript...

"There's a van, a bank
van, it's being robbed.

"I was just leaving the
library..." The library.

She's a wonder, isn't she?

Underpaid wonder.

When I was growing
up, I had two aunties.

Well, one was my aunty.

The other was her friend.

No-one paid them
much mind cos, well,

what does it matter in the end?

Baby's breath would look nice.

You will come to the
court, won't you?

I'll hold your hand if it helps.

Oh, what is it, Sylvia?

It's so humiliating.

I've spent my whole life,
people looking down on me.

Husband left.

Childless.

I know it's selfish, but
I don't want that again.

The way I see it, people are
gonna judge you no matter what.

What's it say in the Bible?

"Judge not lest", erm...

"Ye be judged."

I'll be right there, Sylvia.
I'll be right by your side.

Jack'll do Leonard proud.

And who knows, he might
do better than you.

Shh!

Sorry.

We're looking for a
woman... Sorry, may I?

Detective Inspector.
Very impressive.

Thank you.

Er, we're looking for a female
patron who was in the library

between the hours of
ten and 11 this morning.

No, you're not. You're not
looking for a female patron.

You're looking for me.

I was the one who telephoned.

You're here to accompany me to
the police station, I imagine.

If it's not too inconvenient.
I think in this matter,

my inconvenience matters very
little, wouldn't you say?

Second time's a charm, eh?

You know, if you
keep doing these,

you might get someone
to pick me out.

Just be quiet. Hm. Hm.

It was him!

Well, well, well.
How about that?

Second time really
was the charm.

Yeah, I did it.

You're confessing. I jumped
in the van. I tied him up.

And I beat him.

God help me, I knocked
that poor lady down.

So, where's the money?

Chucked it out the car window.

You cooperated in
the end, Malcy.

Judge will look fairly
on you for that.

Yeah, you have a lot more faith
in those bastards than I do.

It doesn't add up.

Wilson said he was
beaten and then tied up.

Malcy said the exact opposite.

Yeah, situation like that,
memories get confused.

Happens all the time.

Need to get the postmortem done,
but the old fella won't shift.

Oh, search Malcy
Smith's escape route.

The money's somewhere between
the bank and where he crashed.

Come on.

Mr Connor.

Didn't wanna leave
her on her own.

We'll look after her.

I promise you.

Miss Scott will show you out.

That poor bastard.

The robbery was all so fast.

Criminals don't
tend to hang about.

Look, her call was 12 seconds.

So, the robbery can't
have been much longer.

But the way Wilson was tied.

Those knots weren't
done in a hurry.

Stand up if you would, Mr Black.

Okey-dokey.

Hands out then.

Go.

What? "There's a van, a
bank van, it's being robbed.

"I was just leaving the library,
a man just got in and...

"Oh, my goodness. He's come
out. He has the money!"

And stop.

What does that tell you, then?

That you can't tie
a knot for toffee?

You were trussed up like
a goose at Christmas.

Would've taken
minutes to do that.

The robbery was over in
seconds. How'd you explain that?

Haven't the foggiest. Maybe,
you were tied up already.

And maybe, the whole
thing was staged.

I'd like to speak to my lawyer.

Ah, Mr J Richards again.

What are the chances

All right!

They're in on it together.
They're in on it together.

You know how much
London legal fees are?

Way out of range for a guard.
Way out of range for most people.

Someone's behind this.
Someone bigger than them.

Time for court,
Inspector. Thank you.

Come on then.

Boss! I'm not here.

I tracked down the London
lawyer. I'll speak to him later.

He's already here. We
have to go, Geordie.

The one time you do
your job properly.

Mr Richards.

Geordie? Johnny?

Courage in numbers, eh, Leonard?

You've got your
posies and everything?

Oh, here he is!

Ignore that lot out
there. Load of busybodies.

The Echo's been, it's got quotes
from all of us, hasn't it, girls?

Well, you've become quite
the rabble-rouser, Cathy.

They'll have a job editing
out the blue language, mind.

Once I got going, I
couldn't hold back.

Sylvia? Posy for you.

No. No, I don't think so.

Oh, but...

Well, er, I've represented
Malcolm Smith and Wilson Black,

on and off, for years.

A lawyer. Who'd have thought?

And you, a copper!

You haven't changed a bit. Oh,
I wish I could say the same.

That's what four kids
does to ya'. Ooh, four?!

Oh! Poor sod.

And still in the same suit
you were de-mobbed in.

Why waste a good suit?

You were, er, in
the same regiment?

No, we...

Royal Engineers.

Northumberland Fusiliers.

There's a song goes,
"Wherever you're gan,

"you're sure to find a Geordie".

Is it possible someone else
is paying on their behalf?

I don't normally do this, but...

This is all the correspondence
I have from them.

Invoices, payments.

Any idea what this is?

Telephone number,
perhaps? We tried that.

Well, I'll ask my client,

but I don't think he'll
be very forthcoming.

Geordie.

All rise.

Leonard Earnest Finch,

you're charged that on
29th of August, 1958,

at Merries Holiday Camp,
in the County of Essex,

you did commit an act of gross
indecency with another man.

This is contrary to Section 13
of the Sexual Offences Act, 1956.

How do you wish to plead?

Guilty. I'm guilty.

Let the prosecution present
their arguments for sentencing.

You are a curate, are you not?

I am, yes. At least...

I was.

You love what you do.
Loved, past tense.

It meant everything to me.

Do you approve of
homosexuality, Mr Finch?

I, er... Your lifestyle
would suggest you do.

Approve, is not the word.

If a member of your congregation
came to you and told you that

they'd engaged in obscene acts with
another man, what would you do?

I would listen.

Would you approve?

I would show them compassion.

Would you tell
them God approves?

God loves us all.

Does he love you, Mr Finch?

I hope so. You hope so?

You're an intelligent man.

You must know he can't
possibly love you.

God couldn't love a man
who sought out a stranger

to fulfil his sordid desires!

You must know that, Mr Finch?

Look at me!

How could God ever love you?

A hypocrite! A sodomite!

A sinner!

How could he possibly love you?

Answer me, Mr Finch!

I doubt that
he could. Speak up!

I've always doubted
that he could love me.

Will. Will!
What the hell was that?

Inspector. Hey, Jeremy.

Who is your angry young friend?

That wasn't justice. That
was an ambush. Sorry.

No-no-no. Don't
apologise for me.

You've just ruined a
man's life in there.

Do you care at all? Mr
Finch pleaded guilty.

His life was ruined
whatever I say.

Prosecution have to
put on a good show.

Most of them don't believe
what they say half the time.

Just calm down and
let this play out.

Where's Jack? Will.

Where is he?

You do this, and it's
not just Leonard's future

you have to worry about.

If I could ask Mr Finch's
character witness to step forward.

I'm sorry, Your Honour,

but, er, Mr Chapman's feeling
a little under the weather.

Mr Davenport has kindly
agreed to take my place.

Step forward, Mr
Davenport, if you would.

I wasn't always a religious man.

Far from it.

But what drew me to
the church was love.

God's love.

God loves everyone.

And to doubt his
love, is to doubt God.

If you're lucky enough
to know Mr Finch...

..you'll know that he truly,
truly embodies his purpose.

He's sat at the
side of the dying.

He's comforted those in despair.

He has never been anything
but good and kind.

You think what he's
done is... immoral.

But I say to punish
him is far worse.

It wouldn't be justice.

And he wouldn't be the
only one who suffers.

His-his friends...

..his family...

..his congregation, we would...
we would all be the less for it.

Today, Leonard wasn't
worried for himself,

he was worried for me.

That's the man he is. A
man I consider my brother.

So, please...

..please, I-I beg you...

..he deserves so
much more than this.

To consider what I've
heard from Mr Davenport,

we'll adjourn till
tomorrow morning.

Mr Finch's bail will
be renewed until then.

That was sensational!

That prosecution fella's face!

Like a slapped behind.
Jack!

I had to sit on my hands to
stop myself from clapping.

Almost made me wanna sit
through one of your sermons.

I might take you up on that.

I said "almost".

So, I have a brother.
Of course. Always.

Well, that went well.

Are you keeping your head
above water, Leonard?

It's odd but... I feel relieved.

To say the words.
To say I'm guilty.

No more lying. No more
ambiguity. Just...

..the truth. Plain and simple.

This is who I am.

D'you really think it went well?

Why did Malcy change
his mind so quickly?

He went from denying
being involved

to admitting his
guilt like that.

Yeah, I did it.

Only time I've seen a man turn
on a sixpence like that...

..was when a woman was involved.

This is all rather
thrilling, isn't it?

Like the
Count Of Monte Cristo.

Visitor for you.

You recognise this man?

Yes, of course.

From the robbery.

But beyond that?
Beyond the robbery?

You don't have to answer that.

I don't know him.

I'm sorry.

If you could escort Miss
Bradley to my office.

While we talk to Mr
Black and his solicitor.

I have to protect my client.

Not at the expense
of the truth, Johnny.

Um, I'd like to talk now.

I'd like to tell
you what happened.

I'll be off then.

Night.

I used to pray no-one
would find out.

There were moments... I'd
rather die than be discovered.

But then I came here...

..and you were so
fearless, so...

unburdened by what
anyone thought.

It made me fearless, too.

What nonsense.

I'm always afraid.

Of what people think.

Mostly, I'm afraid for you.

It'll be a hard life.

I so
want you to be happy.

I am.

I've never been happier
than I have here with you.

Even when I've been dreadful?

Even when you've
been cross and surly

and you shouted at me for
not cleaning up after myself.

"What the Dickens?"

"What the Dickens?"

Mr Black admits that he
conspired with Malcolm Smith

to steal a thousand pounds.

He asks forgiveness from
Mrs Connor's family,

may she rest in peace, and
from the Lord God Almighty.

You don't know your arse
from your elbow, Wilson.

Who's running the show?

Someone else is in
charge, aren't they?

We know your legal fees
were paid by someone.

We didn't... My client has
nothing further to add.

Lily enters the room

and they confess quicker than a
politician breaks his promise.

How did she get them
to change their mind?

Not one word passed
between them.

What if it wasn't words
that changed their mind?

What if it was a signal?

Er, one last thing,
Miss Bradley.

Goodness,
you are persistent.

Was this the van you
saw being robbed?

Yes. That's the one.

Now, if there's nothing else.

Don't you need
your spectacles...

to see the photograph?

Or d'you only put them on when
you're signalling to your minions

to fall on their swords?

It's a police station, love.

You're not gonna get far.

Geordie thinks the judge will give
you a fine. I'd like to pay it.

I already owe you £50.

Well, strictly speaking,
you owe my stepfather.

Thank you.

For everything.

Where will you stay?

In Cambridge for a while.

Then Daniel and I are
thinking of moving.

Somewhere no-one knows us.

Is this from the library?
There's a fine on that, too,

if you're looking to annoy
your stepfather any further.

Clear lenses. It's just a prop.

Malcy and Wilson knew the code.

When you put them
on... it's game over.

Time to confess.

Goodness, what an
extraordinary imagination.

This "butter wouldn't melt"
thing it's all an act, isn't it?

Why is it that men need
to put women in a box?

We're either sweet
and innocent, or...

..outright whores.

And which one would you be?

I came here to do my civic duty.

This is how I'm repaid.

You make the call to the police,

drew us to a violent
robbery that never happened.

It happened.

I saw it.

Where's the money, Lily?

You mean to say you
haven't found it?

What on earth have
you been doing?

Did she say where the money was?

Course she didn't.

If it's a woman running the show,
it's bound to be somewhere clever.

D'you still have
that scrap of paper?

Two, two, three.

Two, two, three. The
Dewey Decimal System.

Who would have thought
it had its uses?

Religious section.

Mm, you're right, God really
does have all the answers. Shh!

What?

All of it, minus £50.

Did you spend it?

This has nothing to do with me.

Oh, and out come the waterworks.

I'd like to get
home to my mother.

And out comes the sob story.

'Malcy ties up Wilson.

'Then gives you the money. Notes
only, so it's easier to hide.'

Make it look convincing.

Then
you make the call.

Only you didn't bank on
Malcy killing someone.

The library's a public building.

Anyone could've put
the money there.

Seems rather a coincidence
that you work there.

Strikes me that's all you have
against me... coincidences.

Which is why we're having
the book checked for prints.

50 quid says your
mitts are all over it.

You're cutting it fine. Yeah.

Just doing my bit
for law and order.

Will solved it, didn't he?

All rise.

Mr Finch. There's no doubt
in my mind that you are a man

who has done much
for your parish.

A man who, before today,
was held in high regard.

Mr Davenport says under the eyes
of God, you have done no wrong.

That may be so, but here,
we do not answer to God.

We answer to the law.

And these laws are not
open to interpretation.

I was mindful to give you
a non-custodial sentence.

However...

..you are a member
of the clergy.

Others trust you, they look
to you to set a good example.

So, I am left with
no other option

but to impose a
custodial sentence.

You will go to prison
for six months.

Take him down.

Chin up, lovely!

You'll be home
before you know it.

Have you heard?

You're pleased, I imagine.

Is that really what
you think of me?

Well, this is the best
outcome for the church.

Your shame neatly tucked away.

Just move on. Forget about it.

But we can't forget, can we?

Not when you get up
and speak so brazen.

If I hadn't said anything,

what kind of man would
that have made me?

Did you ever once think that
I was trying to protect you?

Mr Finch's fate was out
of my hands. But yours...

I've defended you. Made excuses.

I won't defend you any more.

Leonard won't survive
in that place.

I'll pray for him.

I'll pray for you both.

Evening, boss.

We got the prints
from the library book.

Lily Bradley? Malcolm Smith.

What, just his? Only his.

What about the
payments to the lawyer?

Can we link them
to Miss Bradley?

All of them were made in cash.
So we can't link 'em to anyone.

And we're sure she's got
no previous convictions?

She's as clean as a whistle.

What do you want me to do, boss?

Let her go.

How much did you pay
Malcy and Wilson, Lily?

Couple of hundred to do
the time? Stay quiet?

You really do have me
pegged as a master criminal.

You took that 50, didn't you?

Everyone else, they can
take the fall, but you...

you still get your cut.

You're exhausting,
Inspector. A woman died!

A woman died.

Do you have no
conscience at all?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm just a librarian.

Inspector?

I hear you got the bastards.

Yeah, we got them, Mr Connor.

Thank you.

Thank you, from the
bottom of my heart.

They said you'd be
drowning your sorrows.

Lily's in on it.

I'm right, aren't I?

Come on. You know I
can't answer that.

D'you know I rarely question
the goodness of what I do.

Lucky you. Yeah, but
there's days like this...

..good man goes to jail...

..while a woman is killed
and a criminal walks.

Law and justice aren't always
the same though, are they?

Wilson Black, Malcy Smith,
they'll get lesser sentences.

Well, I guess they've
got money behind them.

They've got you behind them. And
I'll do my best to defend them.

But they killed a woman, Johnny.

How can you live with that?

Why a copper?

Well, it wasn't for the
money that's for sure.

You align yourself
with Queen and Country

after everything
they put us through.

It's not about Queen and Country.
It's about doing what's right.

You still believe
that fairy tale?

Should be getting
home. To the four kids?

To the four kids. Exactly.

Well, if ever you want to
catch up, you know where I am.

Buy yourself a new suit.

The missing 50 quid.

Hm.

"Will, I know I have a
tendency to be pessimistic,

"but I suspect I
won't be with you all

"when you come
home this evening.

"Please keep this safe.

"And if you would do me the
honour of reading this on Sunday.

"Your brother, Leonard."

"God sent his son to give light
to those who stand in darkness.

"That light he gave
us in many forms.

"He gave us good friends.

"He gave us family.

"He gave us people to love
and who love us in return.

"And it was in that
love, we found a way

"to move out of the darkness..."

"however
terrifying that was.

"We found a way to
embrace the light.

"Even to find joy.

"A joy we had never known
before."

"I was lost and now I am found.

"And once we are found,

"however troubling life gets...

"we can never truly
be lost again."