All language subtitles for Grantchester S07E06 1080P x264 RB58

This one's my favorite.

Jeremiah, Isaiah, with a
tremendous beard and Elijah.

The scroll depicts
the flaming chariot upon which

he ascended to heaven.

When I first came here,

I was arrogant enough
to see it as a sign.

It was me speeding into
Grantchester on my motorbike.

Whereas now I feel more like
Icarus plummeting back to earth.

Icarus, from the Greeks?

Exactly. I can't even
keep things Biblical now.

Are you alright?

I'm sorry.
It's been a difficult few weeks.

I've had some liaisons
I'm not entirely proud of.

With women?

With a woman engaged
to be married.

And a widow and a mother
who deserves so much more.

I need to abstain from
love for a while.

I'm not exactly the best example

for someone exploring
a future in the church.

But God forgives everything?
If we turn to him?

Yes, but it's also up to us to
respond to his forgiveness,

through repentance, atonement,

and making sure
it never happens again.

I'm sorry you had to walk in
on a situation like that.

I can imagine you're feeling
confused, humiliated, angry,

and I can't blame you.

Wow, you've really
got me figured out.

No, I'm just saying
it's totally understandable.

You don't have to vicar me.

Hi, Will.

Give us a minute.

Ernie!

- Sorry. Sorry.
- Sorry.

So, is that back on? You and
whatever her name is?

No, no that was a mistake
from the start.

We're thinking of
heading back home.

Makes sense now Geordie's back.

Exactly.

And it's not as if there's much
for me here anyway, is there?

I suppose not.

- Maya's not here.
- I know.

I wanted to speak to you.

To apologize in my part of
calling off your engagement.

I don't know how you expect me
to respond to that.

Why you're really here, Will?

For me?

Or to make yourself feel better?

Excuse me.

- Excuse me?
- I won't be a minute!

Certainly yes.

Just be cool.

Leonard!

If I get the job, I'll be
able to save up and pay rent,

get a bed somewhere.

But the factory want to see

my birth certificate and
that's at my parents' house.

And you don't want to go there?

You should be able to get a new
copy at the town hall...

Could use a hand in here.

I won't be a minute.

That's what you said
half an hour ago.

I should go.

Rosie, if the town hall
are difficult, come back

and we can go together.

- Thanks, Mr. Finch.
- Leonard.

You can't help them all.

She's only 17.

Come on,

you've got the bongo
crew in there,

and the girl that
does the rude haikus.

They're drinking coffee
by the gallon!

How could she leave him?

He's tall, good-looking,
well-paid job.

It's not like when
Cathy threw you out.

He won't be single for long,
mark my words.

Why, are you gonna ask him out?

A body's been found.

Business as usual.

Another vagrant.

We ask that you to watch over
Sylvia as she enters this next,

and we hope final,
stage of her treatment...

- And we pray...
- Amen!

I've run out of sherbet lemons.

I don't think Will had finished.

No point in wasting his time.
Whatever happens now, happens.

There's nowhere else
I'd rather be.

Now I know
this is difficult for you...

Do you? I've had two bouts of
wireless therapy...

Radiotherapy.

Poked and prodded in places
you haven't even got places.

It sounds horrendous.

And I can see why your faith
has been tested...

Tested to destruction, so don't
bother telling me otherwise.

Fine. If you're struggling to
trust in him,

then at least humor me,

so I don't feel like
I'm wasting my time, eh?

Please.

Our father, who art in heaven.
Hallowed be thy name,

thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on earth
as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation.

But deliver us from evil.

Shopkeeper found him when
he was putting the bins out.

Said he was round here
quite a lot.

You got a name for him?

They called him Smudge,
cause he was always dirty.

Well, he's not anymore,

and that's not what
his mother called him.

I'll ask around.

And ask if he was
always clean-shaven.

You don't think...

The blankets, the doorway.

Even got the same bloody marks
on his neck!

You mean this is connected to
those other vagrant murders?

I thought you put that

mad student in the
loony bin for that?

How is she?

She's saying she's
lost her faith.

If God's testing her,
she'll test him back.

Alright, just in time for
my round, as usual.

- Another vagrant's been killed.
- Who?

I've got Larry trying
to identify him.

- Where?
- Back of Lion Yard.

In a doorway.

Well, you think someone copied
the other murders?

He was washed and shaved.

I didn't mention any of that to
the press for this exact reason.

- I was careful!
- No, we know.

So, Robin the man we caught,
he's innocent?

Well of this one yes,

but doesn't mean he didn't
commit the others.

Maybe he had an accomplice,
maybe...

he told someone how he did it.

- Maybe I got it wrong.
- Geordie...

He confessed.

People confess to things
they haven't done all the time.

I should've dug deeper.

I'm going to go and see him.

This about the vagrant murder
in town then?

Never thought lad
did have it in him.

Doesn't mean Robin
wasn't involved at all.

I missed something though,
didn't I?

The evidence all
pointed that way.

And look anyone can
make a mistake, I should know.

Call Doctor Flemming now!

What sort of state's was he in?

Generally good.

Responding to medication well,

having regular assessments
with the doctors.

Did you tell Robin
about the murder?

I thought he'd be happy.
That it proved it wasn't him.

And how did he react?

Sort-of shocked.
He started rambling, muttering.

Muttering what?

Poetry, I think.

Did he tell you he didn't commit
the other murders?

No. I just couldn't see it.

He was a nice guy,
no trouble whatsoever.

But he was still a patient,

these people are in here
for a reason.

Did he mention anyone else in
relation to the killings?

- No.
- Did he tell anyone

including yourselves about how
he committed them?

- No.
- Not that we know of.

What'd you mean?

Robin had a visitor
this morning. A woman.

Brainy type.

His tutor.

Veni.

It's Latin apparently.
You're in for a treat.

Inspector!

Vicar.

Are you here to arrest me
or convert me?

We'll see.

Professor. What was the purpose
of your visit

to Robin Fellows earlier today?

He asked me to come.

And I must admit to some

morbid curiosity as to what
he might have to say.

Which was?

Predictably banal sadly...

that 'his victims
didn't deserve to die,

they were good people in
difficult circumstances' the...

ramblings of a mad man.

Sounds fairly sane to me.

Not in light of
his previous actions.

Did Robin mention a more
recent murder to you?

It was difficult to understand
anything he was saying really.

It's just that the killing
shared certain features

that only Robin,
if he did kill the other men,

or someone close to him,
would know.

Are you suggesting that I'm some
sort of accomplice, Inspector?

Where were you between midnight
and six o'clock this morning?

In the Master's Lodge.
With the Master.

You can check.

Ah, we will.

Are you aware Robin committed
suicide after seeing you?

You don't seem particularly
affected by the death of

a former student, Professor.

Oh, I know we're supposed to
gnash and wail and pretend like

all lives are precious...

but there is an argument to say

that people like Robin and even
his victims are better off dead.

These are men with

troubled pasts, who can't
or won't be helped.

They can't relate
to other people

and society pays the price
for their actions.

And they can never change?

That suits your narrative,
vicar... repentance, redemption.

But let's be honest...
who changes, really?

So, they deserve to be killed?

I'm not saying that.
It's just an argument.

I'm sorry if it offends you,
but that's my job.

"What harms, often teaches?"

I see you know
your Latin, Vicar.

Gold star for you.

Bloody academics. You alright?

What if she's right?

Given my past,
what if I can't change?

You don't have to.

Really? What would Bonnie say?

You'd have to tell her yourself.

Yeah, I've done enough
damage as it is.

You might be surprised. Just...

tell her how you feel.

See what she says.

She's going anyway.
Probably for the best.

Let's get back to the station,
work out what's going on here.

No, look, I promised Elliott
I wouldn't get involved.

Since when did
his opinion matter?

It should've mattered
from the start.

That one's not all your fault.

If they couldn't
survive the engagement,

they were never gonna
survive the marriage,

nah you probably
done them a favor.

How did you manage
to do all this art?

You were only there
a few months.

Ern? What did we say
about ignoring?

I don't want to go.

Come on. It'll be nice to see
your old friends again.

But I like my
new friends better.

There's no room at Uncle George
and Auntie Cath's.

But Uncle George said
we could stay.

Oh look,
there's a dog doing a poo.

Why do we have to go?

Because sometimes other
people don't want what you want.

Or they're too posh and
big headed to admit they do,

why should you go around begging
them to change their mind?

Are you talking about Will?

No.

Do you want to go?

Almost £3 profit! Not bad.

Amazing what people will pay
for hot water and milk.

Hey... don't knock it.

When people like Rosie,
the homeless girl from earlier

and those vagrant men

that have been killed,
are suffering out there.

But it's the way
the world works.

Only because we let it.

I don't think I can
do this anymore.

Not with what's going on.

I want to help, I want to,
do more.

But it's going so well.

I'm ungrateful, aren't I?

After everything the Chapmans
have done for me.

Did you get anything from
the door-to-doors,

or the victim's
potential associates?

Just that he played
a mouth organ.

Sea shanties apparently.
Nothing much else, Sir.

Ah, Inspector! How did you
get on with Robin?

I'm afraid he took his own life
before we got there.

I was convinced
he was responsible.

He still might have been
of the first three, no?

Sir... Though he might've killed

himself because he was
wrongfully imprisoned.

He confessed.
And a judge agreed.

You did everything you could.

Look, it's a tricky case,

isolated victims, no witnesses,
unreliable statements.

I want you to reopen all the
files and look for anything

we might've missed in light
of the new murder.

- Sir.
- Yes Sir.

Thank you Sir.

When other distractions
fall away,

it's good to focus
on the simple things,

like getting the job done.

Here are the victim's
personal effects.

- It doesn't look like much.
- What's that?

Looks like foreign to me.

It's Latin.

Didn't have you down
as a scholar, Inspector.

"What harms, often teaches."

♪ One kiss

♪ One little sigh

♪ That's all you gave me

♪ When you said goodbye

♪ But someday baby

♪ Someday darlin'

♪ You're gonna miss me

♪ Long gone ♪

- Jim?
- I spoke to Professor Larson.

Is it true? About Robin?

Come in.

Sorry, erm...

Was looking for inspiration for
next Sunday's sermon...

Would you like a drink
or anything?

No, thank you.

Please take a seat.

Why would Robin kill himself?

We don't know. Guilt perhaps.

Professor Larson said there was
another murder, he...

he can't have done that.

Maybe guilt over the others

if he felt like
he'd started something.

Did Professor Larson
say anything else?

About the murders perhaps?

Why?

Professor Larson?
It's Inspector Keating.

Professor!

Professor?

Professor...

What happened?

He attacked me.

Who?

Have you ever done anything
that's resulted in

unintended consequences?

I think we all have.

Robin didn't deserve to die.

I don't think anyone
deserves to die.

But he's in a better place
now, isn't he?

It doesn't matter that
he committed suicide?

If we turn to God then he
understands and forgives.

He sees our intentions.

It was never my intention
for Robin to die.

I never asked him
to take the blame...

he just confessed.

Confessed to things
that you did?

I don't know why.

Jim, are you saying that
you killed those men?

Professor Larson said
they couldn't be helped.

- She's wrong.
- I know.

Maybe not in this life,
but the next.

That's why I helped them
on their way,

clean-shaven, in my arms...

ready to meet Our Father...

That is not your
decision to make.

I know these men, Will.

I know their loneliness,
their torment, ignored, unloved.

That doesn't give you
the right to kill them!

Then what, I should just
let them suffer?

Die in their own squalor rather
than with dignity?

It's God's work!

I know you think
you're trying to help...

No, you talk and talk about
saving souls but do nothing!

- Just like Robin.
- Robin wanted to help too?

We helped them wash and shave
together but when it came down

to really saving them,
he lost his nerve.

That's why he had a breakdown,
isn't it?

Because he saw you kill.

I thought you were
better than that.

So, he handed himself in...

hoping you'd stop.

I'm not stopping.

I tried
once he'd taken the blame,

but I couldn't let them
continue to suffer.

That's why he killed himself.

No! Robin killed himself
because he's weak.

Just like you.

You have to hand yourself
into the police, Jim.

Festering here with your
alcohol your cigarettes.

I can go with you.
You can get help...

Your tawdry little affairs!

You admitted it yourself, you
hurt people, you let them down.

You're pathetic.

You're right.
We can all be better.

Just like a vagrant...

Call an ambulance.

Jim, Jim please.
Please. Help me.

I already have.

The doctor says they'll take you
through in five minutes.

But Will's not here.

Oh, you know Will,

he's probably off chasing bank
robbers somewhere,

he'll be here as soon as he can.

But he promised.

It's fine, the doctors know
what they're doing.

I'm scared.

That's perfectly understandable.

I know I'm not a
clergyman anymore,

but I'll still be
praying for you.

But what if there's no God?
Where will I go then?

I believe there is, and
he cares very much for you.

You know...

I'm not much of a Christian.
Far from it at times in my life.

That makes two of us.

But I'll be praying for you too,
because I love you.

Sylvia?

It's too much of a goodbye.

No, no it isn't. I love you.

I love you too.

And you.

I'm so proud of what you've
built with that cafe...

after all the struggles.

Whatever happens, don't give up.

When was Jim last here?

I'm not sure.

Robin told me he was innocent,

that Jim was guilty
of the murders.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't believe him.

He was babbling,
barely comprehensible.

Jim was a good student.

So, you confronted him yourself?

Could he have been influenced
by your ideas? To kill?

They're not my ideas,
they're just ideas.

Should I call it in?

It's a manhunt now
for James Baker.

Boss.

Where's home for him?

Oh, he wouldn't go there.

I understand he has
a very stern father.

When you come to
write this up, Inspector,

I trust you won't
misrepresent my views.

I told you,
it's my job to provoke.

Ah, what teaches
often harms, eh?

Oh, don't blame me.

We barely agreed on anything!
He was religious from the start.

You can't expect logic to cut
through with these people!

Oh no.

There's this moment,

a look in the eye,
right at the point of death,

not pain, or suffering,
just relief.

That all the guilt,
the weakness,

the desires of the flesh,
are over.

You're free.

That's not what life is.

Then what is it?

Love? Family?

I never had those things.

And it doesn't look like
you do either.

- Hello?
- Quiet.

I can hear you in there!
You don't have to hide.

If you say a word and she
comes in, I'll kill her too.

I know you're embarrassed

about me seeing you with...

whatever her name is.
But it's just sex.

Everyone does it.

Or at least tries to.

I don't care about that.

What I do care about
is being ignored...

and being told how I should
and shouldn't feel, and...

and having to talk through
a bloody letterbox!

Alright fine. If you don't wanna
talk then I'll be off.

For good.

Your loss. Bye.

It doesn't matter
how she feels about you.

You're still going to die.

Bloody men, how bloody obvious
do you have to make it?

Have you seen Will?

He's hiding in the vicarage.

Geordie? What...

It won't be long now,
it's time to look at me, Will.

Stay there.

Let us pray. Dear Lord,

please accept this,
my humble offering.

Another man unworthy of his
place in your glorious creation.

Forgive his many weaknesses.

Cleanse him of his sins
and sorrow. Look up, Will.

Have mercy on him and allow him
to be reborn by your side.

Look at me!

So that he may
begin again. Will!

Amen.

Hold this, push! Bonnie!

- Bonnie!
- Oh my God!

Will!, Will!

You're gonna be okay.

I'm here, I'm here.

Will!

Come on, come on, stay with me.
Don't fall asleep.

- Where's the ambulance?
- They said it was coming.

Right, you call them again and

you tell 'em it's me
that's asking.

Geordie...

Yeah, yeah, I'm here.

- Tell Bonnie...
- What?

Tell Bonnie...

Ah, you tell her yourself, you
daft bat! You're gonna make it.

And you'd better!

Cause she likes you, I can tell.

And she can't lose
another fella,

you'll give
the poor girl a complex.

She needs you!

And Ernie needs you.

And so do I.

Will! Stay awake! Will?

Will?, Will!

No, stay awake!
Will, you stay awake! Will?

There she is...

Is this... heaven?

I don't think
we'd be here if it was.

Will?

It's alright.

You're alright. We're here.

Thank you! Thank you!
I should never have doubted you.

I was so blinkered thinking

about myself
I lost sight of him.

But when I asked him to
save you, he listened.

Of course, he did!

I'm sure there were easier ways

for you to help her
rediscover her faith.

All part of the service.

Are you alright?

All the better for seeing you.

I just gave blood.
You needed so much,

I thought I should
give some back.

We're the same type.

I didn't need a doctor
to tell me that.

This is very err 'with it'.

Hello, Jack.

Er, two Chelsea buns for Sylvia
and Will please.

Where's Leonard?

He's out back.

He must be delighted with this!

Well... He's delighted.

Because he's out back
with some...

homeless people
he's been helping.

I think he's found his calling.

To the point that you might need
to look for some new management.

Jack...

Just when I was hoping I'd see a
little return on my investment.

I'm sorry.

When I prayed for
Sylvia in the hospital,

I said I'd give up every penny

I own just for
her to be alright,

and she was.

Do what you want with
this place, Leonard.

Soup kitchen, shelter,
Gentleman's lounge, it's yours,

I'll fund it.

You've already given me
far too much...

No please, just do something
good with my money.

Keep making us proud.

About bloody time you woke up,
I need a witness statement,

close the book on Jim.

You got him?

Oh, we did.

Too late for poor Robin mind.
And the victims.

Still haven't got a name for
the last one, but we will.

You know I don't remember
much of what happened.

But I feel like
Bonnie was there.

When you were under?

I felt that way too,
you were there, and Leonard,

Daniel, Sidney, Jack.
All my boys.

Bonnie was there.

I do like that girl.

Sat there 'till she knew
you were stable.

- She's gone?
- Hmm.

She's off today. Unless...

What are you doing? A week
they said for your stitches.

- You got the car?
- Engine’s running.

What the Dickens!

Ah, he's young,
he'll be alright.

Cheer up, Ern, don't be sad.

Aunty Cathy said
we can visit anytime.

Where is that train?

Will!

You shouldn't be on your feet.

I don't want you to go.

- Yay!
- Shush.

Ernie! Ice cream?

No, no, the train'll
be here any minute.

My mum says you're posh
and big-headed.

Okay two minutes. Go!

Kids, eh? I don't know where
they get this stuff? Big-headed.

Ah, he's got a point.

That's why I wanted to
tell you how I feel,

and no more second guessing
or I know best.

What you do with it
is up to you.

- Are you on medication?
- No.

Well, yes, probably.

But I want you to stay.
More than anything.

For what?

I don't know.

No, it's, it's true.
I, I don't know.

I don't know how to be with you,

I don't know
how to be with anyone,

I don't even know what a good
relationship looks like.

But I want to try.
If you'll let me.

We're different.

If you mean posh,
I haven't got any money.

Great.

I'm not even sure
I believe in God.

Oh, he doesn't mind,
neither do I.

I'm not just a mum,
or some widow to be pitied.

I know. You are so much more.

That's why I love you.

Too soon?

Car's outside.
Engine’s still running.

I'm not going anywhere.

I didn't think so.

Fancy seeing you here.

I just can't get away.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here together
in the sight of God,

and in the face of
this congregation,

to join this man,
and this woman...

I've heard this before.

So have I.

I do.

So do I.

One more please.

Thank you.

I was looking at you.

Well done Will.

You've taken the wedding
pressure off me at least.

Tamara. Bonnie. Bonnie. Tamara.

Welcome to the family.
Good luck.

Oh, continental.

No plus one?

No, I was hoping to bag myself a

vicar or a policeman,
but the pickings are slim.

Is the Bishop single?

No, no, no.

That is your step-sister?

Yours now too.

I'm surprised you got out alive.

I should go and save my job.

Bonnie!

- Bonnie, you look stunning!
- Oh.

Your son's a tough act
to live up to.

Yes, he is.

But I've never seen him look
happier and that's down to you.

Congratulations, Mrs. Davenport.

Thank you, both for
providing the flowers.

They're, they're beautiful.

Oh, that's alright we thought

the wedding could do
with a touch of class.

- St. John...
- I couldn't agree more.

Which is why we were delighted
you could come...

So tell me,

why is it the bishop can
only move diagonally

in a game of chess?

I have no idea.

I've always seen myself
as more of a rook.

Moving up and down,
side to side.

Alright ladies, who's next?

Three, two, one.

Oh.

That's not fair,
she's already married!

Twice.

Mrs. C?

Loyal, sincere and honest.

A truly great man.

But enough about me.

Sit down, it's a wedding
not a stag night!

But in all seriousness,

the only thing better than
having Will as my friend,

is having him as
part of my family.

Aww!

And looking at the
two of you together,

I hope you can make each other
as happy, as Cathy makes me.

Please raise your glasses.
To the happy couple.

To the happy couple.

Thank you, Best Man. Now,

it's my privilege to present,
the man of the hour,

Mr. Bonnie Davenport!

Thank you, Leonard,
and thank you all.

Now as you know,
I'm not used to public speaking.

But I want to talk to you
today about regret.

You've only been
married five minutes!

What?

Now I know it's not usual
wedding speech material.

But the moment I knew I wanted

to spend the rest of
my life with Bonnie,

was the moment I thought
I was about to die.

And I was lying there,
feeling sorry for myself,

and I realized that
the things I regretted in life,

were not the things I'd done,
but the things I hadn't.

Because I'd been scared that I,
I wouldn't know how to love,

or to be a father...

or to even be myself without
some cause to fight for.

But now I look around me,

and all I can see are
beautiful examples of love...

Of fathers...

and of people who can
only be themselves.

So, I want to thank you all
for showing me the way.

I want to thank you,
Bonnie and Ernie

for giving me the chance to try.

To Bonnie and Ernie.

To Bonnie and Ernie.

To us.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the newlyweds first dance.

It'll be kids next.
Ernie needs company.

One step at a time, eh?

You're not getting any younger.

Says you, Uncle George.

Aye... So you should listen.

You were right, you know.
"Tell 'em how you feel".

Can't go wrong.

I want to tell you how I feel.

It only works on the women.

I love you.

You save it for Bonnie tonight.

I really love you.

Alright. I love you too, son.

Bloody vicars.