Grantchester (2014–…): Season 7, Episode 5 - Episode #7.5 - full transcript

CLOCK TICKING

GENTLE SNORING

Oh, you're getting
much better, Reverend.

How about we play for
something more meaningful?

I think I've got a few pennies.

No, I couldn't take money
from a man of the cloth!

If I win, that top
of yours comes off.

If you lose, mine does!

THEY LAUGH

Ida. We've talked about
you getting too excited.

The other residents are
enjoying their quiet time.



Yes, Matron.

LOUDLY: Good morning,
bunny hoppers!

It's time to get up
and jive! Yee-ha!

LOUD ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC PLAYS

Clem Preston! Stop this at once!

Open this door. You're
upsetting the other residents!

Did I ever tell you about the time
that I invented the Turkey Trot?

Course, they'll have you believe
it's an American invention,

but then they'll have
you believe anything.

Open this door, Mr Preston,
right this instant!

HE SINGS

Mr Wyndham, your keys, please.

KNOCKS GENTLY

Clem, I think it might
be time to open up.



I don't think so, Reverend.

Fortune favours the bold!

MUSIC STOPS

You have a stout, but not
unimpressive posterior,

Matron Fletcher.

LAUGHING

Mr Preston, you have
embarrassed yourself.

In front of the staff
here, the other residents,

and now the vicar as well.
The vicar's a young man, I...

You've as likely
overexcited yourself

just like the summer fair.

Do you remember the mess
you made of yourself

in front of the whole home?

And how many of us it
took to clean you up?

You don't wanna be seen like
that by everyone again, do you?

Please escort Mr Preston
back to his room.

Was that really necessary?

You'd have me tolerate
insubordination, Mr Davenport?

No, but the manner in
which we talk to people...

Not so long ago, St
Cedd's was a workhouse,

yet today our residents have
warm beds, sinks in every room

and a communal television.

They are very lucky.

I expect the courtesy
of discipline in return.

As, I've no doubt, would you.

She treated him like a child.

It was demeaning!

Getting old is demeaning.

Those places are meant
to be supportive.

You know in my day, you were born
at home and you died at home.

If nothing else, it was
convenient for visitors.

I know a bully when I see one.

You planning to do something
about it this afternoon?

Well, no.

Good. Pass me the greaseproof
paper. They'll be here in a minute.

HORN HOOTS

Hey, kids! Packed a picnic
for the fishing trip!

Yay!

Where's Cathy?

She, er, she had a union thing.

And Esme? No.

Can I... help with that?

I don't know. Is this inappropriate
for a kind, grieving widow, too?

I'm sorry

about the other night. I
didn't mean to upset you.

I was an idiot.

I like you, a lot.

But I'm not looking for
anything, with anyone.

I am in need of a friend.
I think we're good at that.

Lucky for you, some of my
best friends are idiots.

Life's complicated
enough, right? Exactly!

We've only got seven welly
boots, but there are eight feet.

Don't worry, Will's got a saw,

we just need a volunteer
who likes hopping.

THEY LAUGH

I didn't think you'd
come back here.

I've left Elliot.

What?

I told him everything.
The wedding's off.

Wow!

What happened?

I realised I've been living
the life my parents wanted

the life Elliot wanted.

I wanna live unexpectedly

get on that bike
of yours and drive.

Rome, Paris...

You know, in Sweden they're
letting women train as priests.

Oh, I'm not sure I can just

run away now.

It's running towards.

Towards a new future,
one we get to write.

Say the word, and we can
be in Florence in a week.

RINGING

SIGHS

Vicarage?

GEORDIE: Get yourself down to
St Cedd's care home. Pronto.

You told me the matron
here was a bully.

Well, she seems a
little... domineering.

Why, has she done something?

No.

Someone's done for her.

Boss, according to the staff, this
room belongs to a Clem Preston.

Clem?

They found the pillows
dressed as a body.

He's done a runner in the night.

Not only Mr Preston.
Just done a head count.

Two of the residents
are missing.

Clem Preston and...

Ida Merryman.

There's no sign of forced entry on
the main doors and nothing missing,

so not a robbery gone wrong.
Did she have any relatives?

There's no husband. She
lived in a flat on site.

That smells like corn.

Could she have been
poisoned? Ah, we'll test it.

So, she falls and hits her
head here... Or she was pushed.

By a pair of septuagenarians?

Well, you said yourself,
Clem was a trouble maker.

Oh, Clem played loud music. On that
basis, the next suspect's Esme.

Plenty of clothes still here, so
they didn't pack for a big trip,

so why run?

Well, they'd witnessed a
killing, or they were scared?

Or... taken hostage?

But in any case, I'm more concerned
they'll do themselves a mischief

than harm anyone else. Clem
doesn't strike me as a killer.

We've searched the
meadows. Nothing, sir.

OK.

We've put out a
county-wide alert.

Uniform are checking cafes and parks
nearby. They can't have gone far.

You put together a picture of what
happened last night? A start of one.

Mm-hm. All residents accounted
for at 8pm yesterday.

Matron was definitely alive.

Day shift turn up at eight to
wake everyone, start breakfast.

That's when they found her.

Eight last night to
eight this morning,

it's hardly narrowing it down.

Except someone heard
a bang just after 9pm,

thought it was the water pipes.

Anyone else verify that?

Not yet.

See if you can track down any
relatives for Clem and Ida,

anyone they'd go to.

Boss.

SIGHS

These places give me the
creeps. I think it's nice,

having somewhere and
someone to look after you.

You were born with a
silver spoon in your mouth

and Mrs C still makes your
bed, of course you like it.

Pat. Ah!

This is Inspector Keating. Ah.

Pat Wyndham, he's
the handyman here.

I'm sorry. This all
must be quite a shock.

You worked here long?

Oh, a couple of years now. It was
the Matron gave me this break.

Er, were you here around
nine o'clock last night?

No, I'm off at eight each day.

How easy is it for the
residents to get out of here?

We get a few wandering off the
grounds, but never very far.

They don't have it in 'em.

Could Clem have had anything
to do with the Matron's death?

You've seen 'em clash. He's a
feisty bugger, but not dangerous.

Was there anyone else who
might've taken issue with her?

Family of the
residents, other staff?

I don't think so.

She could be very
strict, very firm.

Hell, you would not wanna cross
her. But people felt safe.

It's like a family here.
Please find Clem and Ida,

before anything happens to them.

Wait, Geordie, I think there's
something you should know.

Maya?!

Bloody hell! Casanova!

Well, that's the boss
cheesed off for a year.

So, what did you say to her?

I said that it's a
lot to take in. Mm-hm.

But it has to be a "no" obviously.
Same reason I said "no" to Bonnie.

Oi! Bonnie is not the same.
You behave around her.

I am! We're just friends.
I'm swearing off women.

Oh, bollocks you are!

What's happened is it's
all got a bit too real.

When you couldn't have
Maya, it was a fantasy.

Now you can and
you're terrified.

And no wonder! What'd
you even know about her?

I know plenty.

You know nothing.
It's just lust.

Relationships take a bit more
graft, Will. Oh, that is rich!

What have you done to win Cathy
back since the cornflower debacle?

That was not a debacle.

You are waiting for her, like
it's just a phase, but it's not.

Cathy is changing and you have
no idea how to handle that.

Oh, wonderful
assessment, Dr Kinsey,

but it's not the notches on your
bed, it's the miles on your clock.

You've never got
out of the driveway.

And you're broken
down on the A1.

KNOCK

Pathologist's report's in.

Impact to the head killed
her. Matches the sink.

There's no other
bruising, no other marks.

So she could've fallen?

Yeah, but you don't run
away if someone slips over.

Results are in.

The liquid in those two glasses,
it's not poison, it's moonshine.

A real blue flame special,
according to the lab boys.

I think they'd rather fancy
a bottle if you find it.

First we've gotta find
out who's brewing it.

Maybe they're involved?

Also, I've been
doing some digging.

St Cedd's didn't have any records
for the next-of-kin for Clem Preston

but the home deals with the
Court of Protection a lot,

and his name pops up there.

His guardianship was being
changed due to mental incapacity.

The Matron named instead of
his daughter, Clara Preston.

Clem was hardly incapable.

His signature's on here.

Maybe he gave his
money to the Matron.

His daughter finds out, confronts
them both, kills Fletcher,

runs off with Dad.

By the way, your wife popped
in earlier. What, for me?

No, actually for me. A bit of
a unity in the sisterhood chat.

Hm.

But she did ask if you
could knock off early.

Why, she wants to meet?

No, actually, it's
a union thing...

Oh, rattling tins on streets
is no concern of mine, comrade.

Make yourself useful and
track down that daughter.

There might be someone
else at the home

who knows about these
guardianship claims.

What is that man doing here?

Elliot, I-I am so sorry,

I will leave... That's
DCI Wallace to you.

Get the hell out of here!

Go, I'll catch up.

What's the point of that
man's presence, Keating?

Character witness, murder case.

Bloody interfering amateur.

We don't need any Father Brown
bollocks, not in my station.

Apologies, sir.

Will, he doesn't mean
to step on any toes.

He can be an idiot, but
he's a-he's a good man.

It's funny, isn't it, how this life
can look exciting from the outside?

You're married. Yeah.

It's not an easy life
for her, I imagine.

She puts up with a lot.
More than she should.

You're right, it was
exciting at the start.

Important job. Fight
the good fight.

But the hours are hard. You
don't bring home enough.

Well, what you do bring home
is a head full of bad thoughts.

Perhaps it's just too
much to ask of them.

FOOTSTEPS, KNOCK

Sighting of the old couple!

BIRDSONG

VIGOROUS SCRUBBING NOISE

The ravens guard the Tower, the
white cliffs shine in Dover,

and Mrs C Vims the sink.

I don't need a fuss.

It's all gonna be OK.

I've decided, I'm not gonna
go through with the treatment.

Look, I can't imagine how
scary this illness is,

but you can't just
give up like this!

This is not giving up.

Do you know what they'll
do to me? What it involves?

We'll get through it, together.

I don't have to do this if I
don't want to. I've had my time.

And you've plenty of time
left. We will all be with you.

God will be with you. God is
not there for me any more.

Mrs C, you are a good,
Christian woman...

You're just a boy

trying to tell us
all how to live.

GROANS

Fogeys are long gone.

They held up Mr Bloom here and made
off with his silver Jensen Saloon.

Clem and Ida?

Matches the description, old fella
with a cravat, old bird with him.

He span some yarn about how his wife
was sick, needed a ride to hospital.

When Mr Bloom fetched his car
keys, Clem has a gun in his pocket,

says to hand 'em over, plus
all the cash in his wallet.

A gun? Bloody hell!

Right, circulate a
description of the car.

And that they may be armed.

This is getting
out of hand. Boss.

I'm sorry I caused you
problems with Elliot.

Well, make it up to me by
helping find that moonshine.

Do you think Clem could've
brewed it himself?

Well, possibly.

I can't believe he has a gun!

Let's hope he
doesn't use it. Oh!

Beat you to it.

That is definitely
not turpentine.

Now, who here might have
access to bottles like that?

RATTLING

Hey, what are you doing?

Open this, would
you, Mr Wyndham?

Or would you prefer
to see what happens

when you obstruct my
murder investigation? Hm.

Anyone else have
keys to this? No.

So, it's your
moonshine operation.

Yes.

We found two glasses
of it in Clem's room.

Did the Matron chance
upon this scheme of yours?

Threaten to report or
even sack you for it?

No! She had no idea. Nobody did.

Except Clem. Ah, Clem loved it.

He didn't hurt anyone.

Matron Fletcher might've
felt differently.

Look, I told you,
she had no idea.

You told us you left the
home at eight last night.

Were you really here, Pat?

Did you witness anything?
Hear the bang just after nine?

Look, I had a drink with Clem
after I knocked off at eight,

but I was nowhere
near his room at nine.

So where were you? Nigel Kneale.

What, he a resident here?

No, the writer. Well, his
new Quatermass was on.

Couldn't miss the chance
to see it on the big box.

Anyone corroborate that?

What did we watch
last night, Shirley?

Er... Oh, Martians on
the London underground!

THEY LAUGH

Nothing beats watching
with this lot.

Oh?

Another one of your admirers.

Look.

Clem wasn't the only one Fletcher
was seeking guardianship of.

There's application forms
here for a dozen residents.

So she's getting their finances and
any property all signed over, too.

Where's Captain Efficiency?
Robbery at the Fitzwilliam.

All clear.

The old man's daughter
is in your office.

Clara Preston?

What trouble's my father
got himself into this time?

He may be involved in the
murder of Matron Sandra Fletcher

at the St Cedd's
Care Home last night.

Murder?

Did you know his guardianship
was being changed?

From you to the Matron?

No, I...

That means you get none of
his money. No inheritance.

Hm, quite a blow.

Did you find out and
confront the Matron about it?

Confront her where?

I had no idea my father was in a
home. We haven't spoken in years.

You're estranged?

Yes.

What happened, to
push you apart?

It wasn't one thing. It was a
lifetime of his scams and schemes.

Like what?

He claimed he beat Jack the
Ripper in an arm wrestle,

had an affair with Marie Lloyd.

Great tales, I'm sure,
if you've just met him.

I lived with those
lies and distortions.

He used to take me to pick
the Christmas tree every year.

A wonderful father-daughter
trip to the woods.

Except I learned later
we were stealing them,

and I was just there for
sympathy if we got caught.

So where were you
yesterday evening?

Last night I was on a
date at a full restaurant.

Well, your father fled the scene
with another resident, Ida Merryman.

And today they stole
a car and some cash.

This has the whiff of one of his
stories finally gone too far.

Did he ever talk about what
he'd do with money? Always.

Well, this time next year
we'd be rich or famous.

He'd drive us to afternoon tea
at The Ritz in some flash car.

He was an awful tease.

Miss Scott!

I need you to call all
the posh hotels in town,

'find out if any have a silver
Jensen saloon parked outside.

'And tell uniform
the driver is armed.'

CALM CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

Reverend!

You keep your hands
where I can see them.

Stay in your seat, stay calm.

Where's the gun, Mr
Preston? Right pocket.

So much for Bonnie and Clyde.

Forget the hold-up,
Inspector. I did it.

I slayed the dragon.

Cracked her head wide open.

So, you're admitting to the
murder of Matron Fletcher

last night at the
St Cedd's Care Home?

Hm... No, I-I-I
don't think I am.

But you confessed at the hotel.

Spiced up the afternoon tea for
the duchesses, I should say, yeah?

CHUCKLES

This is a serious
allegation, Mr Preston.

Murder is a capital offence.

So is life, Inspector.
Mine's already short.

Shorter than the drop from a
hangman's noose, I'd wager.

A woman's dead.

Clem, when you locked yourself
in the Matron's office,

did you take a look at some
of the files on her desk?

Arthur Conan Doyle, man
with a delightful moustache,

once came to our school

to extoll the virtues of
observation and deduction.

Clem, did you see...
As he was leaving,

I threw a paper aeroplane out
of the window, two storeys up!

It looped and it swooped its way
down, and... poked him in the eye.

"Didn't observe that
coming, did ya!"

HE LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY

Mr Preston, I think
you became aware

that the Matron had forged an
application to become your guardian,

to take possession of your
property and control your life.

You confronted her, pushed
her, and killed her.

I like this story.
Sounds like one of mine.

Did you witness Clem get into
an altercation with the Matron

and push her to the ground?

No, nothing of the sort.

Did you see anything at all?

Of course I did, it was me.

Excuse me?

I did it. I pushed the Matron.

She fell and smashed her head.

Well, we thought it was...

You thought the man
did it, didn't you?

Silly buggers!

So why do you do it?

She was a monster to him.

When he asked about the papers,

she said horrible things about how
pathetic he was with his stories.

Clem is not as tough as he acts.

I thought he was going to drop
dead there in front of me.

So, you pushed her over... Hm.

..And then what happened?
I was so shaken up.

But, er, Clem said, "Let's
have one more adventure",

so we took her keys and ran.

How did she fall?

I told you, I pushed her.

And she smashed her head...?

On the water pipes.

It made a big bang.

You've spent too
long with Clem, Ida.

Fletcher hit the washbasin.

You didn't even see the
murder happen, did you?

What will you do with them?

Hold them both overnight.

KNOCK

That lady that came
in with my father...

Mm-hm. Could I speak to her?

I'm so sorry. I understand my father
has dragged you into one of his...

Well...

I don't know what he promised,
but I'm sure it wasn't this.

Clara, isn't it?

He loves you, you know.

I'm sorry, but he doesn't
love anyone but himself

and his inane bloody fantasies.

He saved us.

Ticking off the
days in that place.

When you've got nothing else,
you need a bit of distraction.

A sense of purpose.

He made us feel as if we were
all part of some great adventure.

Boss? Hm.

Trouble brewing at some
shop on Christ's Lane.

Communists kicking off.

So send in uniform.

We did - they daren't move 'em.

Why ever not?

The ringleader... Hm?

It's your wife.

SHOUTING

You shouldn't be doing this!

There is no reason
for you to be in here!

You need to not manhandle
me! You need to get off!

Let go of my hand! Bloody hell!

You don't need to hold my hand!

SHOUTING

Get off!

Cathy. Love...

Equal pay without delay!

ALL: Equal pay without delay!

THEY CONTINUE CHANTING

All right, all right.
ALL RIGHT! Simmer down!

It's your boys who've come in
here and started getting physical!

This is a peaceful protest!

Cathy, please! I
mean, handcuffs?

Where do you even get...

It's Miss Scott.

We are not leaving until
Mr Draper agrees to pay us

eight pounds a week,
same as the men.

Mr Draper has made the
complaint. Oh, he would.

It's wilful damage to private
property. Ah, come on!

He says your cuffs are
scraping his varnish.

So, you're a tool of
the corporation now, eh?

You have to stop this.

Solidarity in the
face of oppression!

What do we want? ALL: Equal pay!

When do we want it? ALL: Now!

THEY CONTINUE CHANTING

Get the bolt cutters and a couple
of vans down here sharpish.

We'll sort this
out at the station.

Boss.

What do we want? Equal pay...

This is highly irregular, boss.

In case you hadn't noticed,
Larry, so's the suspect.

Good luck.

This the only way I
get to see you now?

Four whole years I've
been at Swinnertons.

New lad started this
week, green as you like.

On seven pound a week, whilst
Muggins here is on five and change.

Miss Scott, besides aiding
and abetting you lot,

solves twice the crimes Larry
does for half his wages.

And Larry got lost on his way
out of the cells last month.

I get it.

Oh, you get it so well, you
arrested me in front of Mr Draper.

What happened to us?

Things used to be so simple.

Oh, here we go again! What?

You're always falling
back on the past.

The cornflowers, the
bloody train station story.

All you do is reach
for how we used to be.

I don't even know
who you are now,

and you sure as hell don't
seem to know who I am.

You're my Cathy...

Am I?

I'm scared.

I am scared because you
have always been my anchor.

After the war, you
and the kids...

With you lot, I knew
I was doing all right.

My family was my happy place.

And without that anchor, I'm
not sure I know who I am.

And maybe, maybe you
and the railway station

where we first met

it's a story I just tell
myself to right myself.

I don't know what happens
when I let go of that.

I'm not asking you
to let go of it.

I never would.

But how much have we been through
since that station platform?

How many kids? How many fights?

How many Larrys?

How many vicars?

Yeah!

I just want you to
see us as we are now.

Aren't there new
stories we could write?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know!

Imagine...

Imagine two strangers
in a police station.

It's a terrible start.

One grizzled old detective.
Less of the grizzled!

One independent working woman.

She sounds all right.
Bit chippie, maybe...

What would you really think of
me, if this was the first time?

I'd think you were as beautiful
as I did on that platform...

Oi! Stay in the here an' now.

I'd think you're the most
formidable woman I've ever met.

You're brave, you're funny.

Too smart for the likes of me.

Well, you're not wrong
there, Inspector.

And I see a good man, but one that
has a habit of losing his way.

A touch more honesty'd
help with that.

I can do honesty.

Hm? Hm-mm.

"Honest George", they'd call me.

And I see that... charm.

SHE CHUCKLES

And I see those baby blues.

Still able to set
me all a-quiver.

Flattery will get you
nowhere, Mrs Keating.

You're still under caution.

Ah, well, in that case, this
would be quite improper...

♪ A wandering minstrel, I

♪ A thing of shreds and patches

♪ Of ballads, songs and snatches

♪ And dreamy lullaby! ♪

All right! All right, enough.

"Yeah, so where were you
this morning, Geordie?"

"Vicarage felt empty without
your delightful presence."

OK, where were you?

Course of true love is
a bumpy bastard, Will.

Oh, that is brilliant
news. Congratulations!

Get your ruddy hands
off me, baby-face!

It's you insisting on taking
a leak every five minutes!

He didn't do it, did he?

He's all too happy to get caught,
and then stringing us along.

Mm, same with Ida.

So, who?

Well, Thursday?
Larry! Friday, then?

Larry, get me the statements

from all staff and
residents at St Cedd's.

Everyone has an alibi.

In bed, on duty watching
a... a Quatermass show.

Oh, fiddlesticks!

I missed it. Quatermass.
It's rather thrilling.

Meant to watch it
at the weekend.

Larry, change of plan.
Get me the TV listings.

Now, I've told you
already, I was watching TV.

Hm. Well, tell me if you've
heard this one before.

"A brain scanner reveals alien
pictures in Barbara Judd's mind

"of the wild hunt, the frenetic
purging of the Martian hives."

Well, yeah, Quatermass. Mm-hm.

First broadcast
on Saturday night.

And repeated again

on Monday.

You knew the details from
the original broadcast,

a few days earlier,

and you relied on the hazy memories
of the residents to convince us

you had an alibi
for Monday night.

Fletcher's words
didn't just hurt Clem.

When she called his stories lies

she hurt everyone else
who believed in them, too.

Sometimes we need a vision
of ourselves, a happy place

to anchor us.

And it's terrifying
to let go of it.

I wanted to be a pilot.

Fly planes, maybe rockets.

But I ended up here.

Living alone.

Clem made it bearable.

Like there was hope.

When he confronted her, Fletcher
knew she'd been rumbled...

Just give them back to me! '..but
she couldn't let it get out.'

Give them back to me! Hey!

What's going on? It's
nothing to do with you.

'I tried to calm things. I guess
it felt like I was undermining her.

'She turned on me.'

Argh!

I didn't mean to do it.

I've always liked a drink.

Matron cleaned me up
and gave me a chance.

I reckoned you'd see the
moonshine and my history,

and figure me for murder.

So Ida and Clem took
it upon themselves

to lead us on a merry
dance around town.

They told me to get
home and not to worry.

They tried to save me.

Pat Wyndham, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of manslaughter.

You do not have to say anything
unless you wish to do so,

but it may harm your defence...

They all fell for
his stories, then?

It can't have been easy to grow
up with all your dad's tall tales,

but for some people,
hard lives need hope.

Ida and Pat needed an escape

to the point that they risked
everything for your father.

So DC Peters has run
through the charges of theft

and disorder against you both,
but for now, you're being bailed.

Oh!

You all right? I'm fine.

Dad.

Clara.

There's a field near my house.

I hear the council are
growing Christmas trees.

Oh! What fools they are.

THEY LAUGH

You think the
charges will stick?

Ah, it depends on the car owner.

Oh, what the hell, it'll be
one more tale if they do.

Robbery, high tea and a wild
goose chase around Cambridge.

They really did seize the day.

That's a relief. He's so hungry.

Well, that's me.

I'm glad you're going back.

As am I.

Someone else can darn the holes
in your suit, empty your ashtrays.

And the state of your
room! Thank you, Mrs C.

You've been an absolute
saint. Nonsense.

No, really.

Without you and Will...

Been a rough year.

But I would walk over hot coals

to get any time back
with Cathy and the kids.

More time.

It's all we can hope for.

Hey, it's me.

Listen, what are
you up to tonight?

So, Will, what prompted
this change of heart?

Well, I suddenly had the urge

to go and see those
female priests in Sweden.

I think I might need a guide.

CHUCKLES

I just needed a bit more time.

And now you know what you want?

Carpe diem.

KNOCK

Morning, Reverend D.

Bonnie. Sorry, yes,
yeah, it is early.

Wait, can we just, um... I
have to say this now. OK.

Let's not be friends.

I think friends is wrong for us.

I realised, and
this... sounds weird.

I realised after that date
that I really hated you,

hated what you said
and how you said it,

hated your stupid face
and your stupid laugh.

Bonnie, if we could just...
Please, hear me out!

But that feeling
means something more.

It means really, really liking.

I know you wanna
lock me out, but...

I think you feel something, too.

Now you think I'm crazy, yeah,

I've just woken you up and
told you that I hate you.

Can we have tea?
Look, Bonnie! Bonnie!

Oh.

This is not what
it looks like...

Bonnie?

Bonnie, wait! Wait!

Get off me! Sorry.

I can't believe I just said
all that to you, and...

Or that I believed
anything you said!

You incredibly
entitled arsehole!

Bonnie!

DOOR OPENS THEN SLAMS

SIGHS

I-I am very, very sorry.

She's not wrong.

It's very entitled
to lead a lady on.

Worse still to do it twice.

HE SIGHS

What's happening here?

I am so sorry.

I don't want your sorrow.

I was always going away.

It was nice to imagine
that you'd come with me,

but I think I was kidding
myself about the man you are.

And I think you have been, too.