All language subtitles for Grantchester s01e03

Don't feel obliged to say yes.

Say anything you want to us.
Honestly, we can take it.

~ Amanda didn't want to ask.
~ Because I know how busy you are.

It's worth a shot, don't you think?

Just ask.

How would you feel about marrying us
in Grantchester?

It would be my honour.

See?

You've no idea
how much this means to us.

As you don't live in my parish,

I will have to make an application
to the Archbishop.

~ Whatever it takes.
~ And as your priest, I have to ask -

He's gone all serious.

You're entering into this
with your eyes open?

Marriage is not something
to be taken lightly.

Well, no, we're not taking it
lightly, are we?

No.

It's such a relief.
You've got no idea.

(MUSIC)

(DOOR SHUTS)

~ MRS MAGUIRE: Morning!
~ Erm...just a minute!

Hand-holders in the sitting room.
Thomas Owen's widow in the kitchen.

The tap in the churchyard
has given up the ghost,

causing no end of grievance
for Miss Sheppard.

~ You've forgotten, haven't you?
~ Forgotten?

This cannot go on, Mr Chambers.

Sorry!

Leonard!

I can't tell you how long
I've waited for this.

I look forward to brisk walks,
quiet reflection.

And evenings by the fireside
with your good self.

Fiercely discussing
the status of the priesthood.

Welcome home, Leonard.

You're to keep your room tidy
and clean up after yourself.

Hand-holders, Mr Chambers.
Cupboards are for clothes.

Shelves for books.
Washing and ironing will be extra,

especially if you want
your dog collars starched.

Meals are provided,
it's a lot easier now

that I've come
to the end of ration book.

It won't include much fish.
Don't go getting yourself involved.

~ Involved? ~ Crime, women, drinking.
We've had enough of it.

The church and the parish
will be his only concern, Mrs M.

I'm sure everything
will work out beautifully.

~ Have you been a curate before?
~ No.

Then everything will be
a surprise to you.

~ She isn't one to mince her words.
~ I can tell.

Erm...

that man in there, Arthur Evans,
he's a rotten apple.

Mr Finch...

Mr Finch!

We very much hope to be married.

We've resolved to be married.

Resolved.

That's right, Arthur,
we're resolved.

~ I understand we've only known each
other a few months - ~ Seven months.

TALK OVER EACH OTHER:
Seven months since...

Since he started work
at the chemist.

When you know,

you know, don't you?

It would be my honour.

You're both entering into this
with your eyes open?

Marriage is not a decision
to be taken lightly.

We don't take it lightly, do we, Is?

I'm sorry.

If you have any...

misgivings...

It's not her with the misgivings.

She came to you.

Soft girl.

She wanted guidance.

The church.

Always meddling in people's affairs.

It's my job to help.

It's your job to meddle.

Why do you believe in it all?
Clever man like you.

My sister is the same.

I never understood it.

This blind acceptance.

It's called faith.

To the point,

Mr Chambers.

I'm sure you must have a point.

Your daughter is in love.

What does a bachelor know of love?

I know enough.

Toiling away in that place.

No wife, no children.

What a waste.

They're not getting married.

What are you so opposed to?

Arthur Evans.

He's trying to do me in.

It's a little on the hot side.

Oh!

This is what she's like.

I love him.

You don't know him.

Oh, well. I'm not sure
even Jesus himself

would have a way with your mother.

I'll visit again tomorrow.

Mr Chambers!

Miss Sheppard.

Have you heard?

The tap?

Begonias are in an awful fix.

I do like my displays to be perfect.

~ Were you visiting my sister?
~ Attempting to, yes.

Oh, dear.

Remember, the tap.

The tap, absolutely.

~ Feet!
~ I know, I know.

Is there anything I can be doing?

Anything that might require
my attention elsewhere perhaps?

~ I'll be with you in just a minute.
~ What did he want, the rotten apple?

I would say that's almost
certainly none of your business.

I know a bit about rotten apples.
I was married to one for 20 years.

It's your standards,
they're slipping.

Leonard, erm... how about
you start on your sermon?

You're preaching on Sunday.

Sunday?

As in... Sunday?

Just speak from the heart,
you can't go far wrong.

~ Oh, for God's sake, man,
it's one pint. ~ I'm not drinking.

You spoilsport.

What's this?

It's from Hildegard Staunton.

A German.

Geordie.

READS: 'Dear Sidney, I hope
this letter finds you well.'

That's debatable.
'It's been some time since I saw you

last in those sad, long days
after my husband's funeral.

I miss Cambridge and find
my thoughts stray to you often.'

You sly old dog.

Will you write back?

It's too soon.

And in some ways too late.

~ Ah, bollocks.
~ Be straight with me, please (!)

Sometimes in life
you just have to get on with things.

~ It's a wife you need, not a dog.
~ A dog is all I was offered.

That new fella of yours, the pansy,
he's just made an entrance.

You are needed,

as a matter of urgency.

Wake up,

Mum.

~ Isabel.
~ Wake up!

Stop it.

'Wake up, Mum.'

'Wake up! Wake up!'

~ Get down, Sandy! ~ (GUN SHOTS)
~ Get down!

~ Rotten to the core. ~ I'm not
getting involved. ~ Tea, Mr Finch?

I say let the world go to hell
but I shall always have my tea.

Yes, please.

Sidney, it's very much a first draft.

I'll be brutally honest.
Well, perhaps not brutally.

With regard to Mr Evans -

The church and the parish will be
my only concern, Mrs Maguire.

I hear you've got yourself
a rotten apple.

He had something to do with it.

I know he did.
You just have to look at him.

I'm sorry, we've wasted your time.

No, you haven't.

Arthur Evans...

There's no record of him.
Using an alias, most likely.

~ And no-one uses an alias unless -
~ They're a rotten apple.

What do you think to him?

I'm supposed to give people
the benefit of the doubt.

You don't trust him
any more than I do.

Mrs Livingstone thought that
Arthur was trying to do her in.

~ Her words, not mine.
~ She never said that. How awful.

You have to give people
the benefit of the doubt. I don't.

I have my parishioners
to think about.

Daisy Livingstone
was your parishioner too.

It's a delicate matter, Dr Robinson.

There's no such thing as a delicate
matter as far as I'm concerned.

~ Mrs Livingstone.
~ Ah, the delightful Mrs Livingstone.

What was the cause of death?

Complications resulting
from breast cancer.

So you believe she had a pressing
appointment with her maker?

I think she lived longer than
she should have out of sheer spite.

Is there a chance Mrs Livingstone
was, erm... helped on her way?

As far as I'm concerned
she died of natural causes.

So you found no reason
to think otherwise?

Erm... Mr Fielding
is not doing so well.

Ah, thank you, Betty.

Sidney, my job is to state

the cause of death
to the best of my knowledge.

How are we today, Mr Fielding?

Not too bright, doctor.

Give me a minute,
I'll be right with you.

~ So, you signed off on the death
certificate? ~ I saw no reason not to.

I had dealings
with this coroner before.

He's retiring, thank God.
Utterly useless.

Intent. That's all the self-important
bastard ever has to say.

No, the question as I see it,

Inspector, should
always be of intent.

~ Good afternoon, Mr Jarvis.
~ Good afternoon.

~ And in this case there appears
to be none? ~ None whatsoever.

~ Good afternoon, Mr Jarvis.
~ Good afternoon.

I don't want to appear impolite,
Mr Chambers,

but I'm not quite sure
how this matter involves you.

Are you questioning my intent,
Mr Jarvis?

It's just that we don't often
see the likes of you

in these less than
congenial surroundings.

~ You didn't perform a post-mortem?
~ She's been dying for years.

And the body has been released?

Well, I sincerely hope so,
the cremation is this afternoon.

Bloody hell.

Well, that's that, then.

Bloody, bloody hell.

If you're to marry them,

~ you have to put them through their
paces, give them advice. ~ Of course.

Well, perhaps while you're at it,

you could ask Mr Evans
a few pertinent questions.

Mother put herself down
for a cremation with the Co-op.

No point dragging it out,
we've got a wedding to think of.

Who was with her when she died?

No-one, I was out.

I know that when those close to you
die, it, it can often be a relief.

I thought it would be.

She wasn't a kind woman
at the end of her days.

~ She wasn't a kind woman full stop.
~ Still.

I will not make the woman out
to be a saint.

We all know the truth of it.

We found Mum's will.

Left everything to her sister.

She despised Aunt Gladys.

Despised us even more.

(CHURCH BELLS)

Excuse me? Daisy Livingstone?

I've come to pay my respects.

She isn't here, she was cremated.

~ Did you know her well?
~ Many moons ago.

I know she wasn't a great believer

but she always wanted
to end her days here.

Under the oak she said so
she could keep her eye on everyone.

Always liked to keep her eye
on everyone.

Well, thank you anyway.

Cornflowers.

My sister loved them.

It seems a shame that

she wasn't buried under the oak
like she wanted.

Oh, dear.

It is a shame, isn't it?

Sidney.

I don't suppose you had any notes?
My sermon.

Oh, erm... no. None.

None? Whatsoever?

Erm... it was very...

erm... erm... pithy.

Excellent. You have allayed my fears.

~ Reporting for duty, sir.
~ Amanda.

Guy is caught up in London.

I promised to tell him everything
verbatim. I'm even taking notes.

~ Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
~ Oh, dear, what?

There are tensions between
Kantian and Utilitarian ethics,

which brings me back
to my original point about Kant.

Which brings me back in turn...

to Luke...

6:31.

'And as ye would that men should do
to you, do ye also to them likewise.'

Which brings me back

again in turn

to one of the most fascinating

and major alternatives

to the categorical

imperative -

Jeremy Bentham's means-end
theory of morality -

Utilitarianism.

You said it was pithy.

In truth I didn't have time
to read it.

I thought we were supposed
to set an example.

Lying is,

after all, immoral.

Is it immoral if we do it
to preserve someone's feelings?

~ You were doing it to save face.
~ Yes, thank you, Mrs Maguire.

In future I'll read your sermon
ten times.

A dozen times. Perhaps a little less
philosophy might help.

Wisdom isn't always to be found
in books.

I like books. They're so much
less terrifying than people.

Knock on a few doors.

Take Dickens with you,
he always gets people talking.

If one does something wrong
for the greater good,

isn't it a slippery slope?
Where does one stop?

It's a grey area, Leonard.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking...

what is Jeremy Bentham's
means-end theory?

Are you sure you're happy
to take the wedding?

I didn't quite know
how to tell you...

the Archbishop has turned down
your application.

Outsiders getting married
in the church,

it's against protocol apparently
and he's a stickler for protocol.

Well, if he's a stickler... It
was a silly idea anyway.

Tell me more about
your dead old lady.

I think the daughter

or her beau helped her on her way.

~ Why would they do that?
~ So they could get married.

~ Couldn't they wait?
~ Apparently not.

Well, then there is one possibility
that springs to mind.

Marrying in a hurry,
as quickly as they can...

Oh, for someone so intelligent,
you're being terribly dim, Sidney.

If your mother wanted to be
buried... why go against her wishes?

Because she never let me
when she was alive.

That's all there is to it.

You don't believe me.

I believe you're not being
entirely honest.

Forgive me, Isabel,

but are you pregnant?

Arthur said he was over the moon.

That's where I keep
the housekeeping.

There was over £3.00.

My jewellery is gone too.

Where is he?

Last night we had
a restaurant booked.

I waited ever such a long time.

Dickens? Dickens!

Come here.

Sidney! Sidney!

Miss Sheppard?

The door was open so I just...

I didn't think.

Everyone has been so kind.

People have welcomed me,
a perfect stranger,

into their homes
without a second thought.

So I just went in.

I've never seen a person dead before.

No bruising.

No sign of a struggle.

~ If this was murder, she knew
her attacker. ~ Well, it's possible.

Death would have been instantaneous.
Heart failure, I'd say.

Caused by what?

Well, poison, maybe.

What we have to consider here
is the matter of intent.

Thank you, Mr Jarvis.

Doctors and vicars,
the only professions

where you're
at everyone's beck and call,

even when you're attempting
to have a night off.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Neither would you. She's calmer now.

Isabel?

Miss Livingstone.

Erm... we found this
in your aunt's house.

Nothing else appears to have been
taken, just the photograph.

Isabel. The photo.

Do you remember what it was?

Me when I was a baby.

Me and my mum.

"He'll break your heart."
That's what she said.

"Men are bastards.

It's what they do."

I should have listened.

Now she wants to throw
her boyfriend to the wolves.

Changed her tune pretty quick.

Her mother's will. The house,
the money. It all went to the aunt.

And now she's dead, what's the
betting our Isabel inherits the lot?

Erm... Arthur Evans. Erm... Smith.
Or, erm... Grant -

~ Whoa, just take your time, Atkins.
~ We found his car.

I think he's left Isabel
to face the music.

I want him found.

So you think they're in on it
together, Arthur and Isabel?

What happened to giving people
the benefit of the doubt?

Sir!

Gotcha.

~ Argh.
~ Stay down.

Jesus. All this for
a bit of cheap jewellery.

I marry for the money.

I take what I can and move on.
I don't hurt people.

I don't kill.

So...

How did you do it?

~ Bit of poison in the cocoa?
~ No.

Poison you stole from your work
at the chemist and it's nighty-night.

I wouldn't do that.

Maybe Miss Livingstone did it, then.
You in on this together?

That girl is a good girl,
don't you dare bring her into this.

You're fond of Isabel.

~ Anyone can see that.
~ I feel sorry for her.

You know she's having your child?

Maybe it will be the making of her.

Maybe now that bitch of a mum
has gone she can be happy.

There's this bloke. Old fella. Been
hanging around for a couple of days.

Honest to God, maybe it's him.

Maybe it's him
you should be looking for.

There was an old man. He came to the
church after Mrs Livingstone died.

I saw him last night too.

Well, that's not proof, Sidney.

Fingerprints on the frame, sir.
They don't match Arthur Evans.

Father of all,

we pray to thee...

.. for those whom we love...

.. but see no longer.

Grant them thy peace.

Let light perpetual

shine upon them.

~ Didn't fancy the wake?
~ Too many people to avoid.

I, erm...

used to be a choir boy here.

Sang the solo at midnight mass
every year until my voice went.

Place doesn't change, does it?

The world keeps turning
but Grantchester stays the same.

Why I had to get away.

~ How did you know the sisters?
~ I went to school with them.

Snow White and Rose Red,
that's what we used to call them.

One as soft as snow,
the other prickly as a rose.

You couldn't just, erm...

Thank you.

When I won't come to church, you
bring the church to me, is that it?

Well, these are the prints
from the photo frame.

~ And these from your silver cup.
~ Chalice.

Looked like a silver cup to me.

They match.

The old fella was with Miss Sheppard
the day she died.

It's enough to bring him in.

Right, where we headed?

What's the address?

But you got his name?

Erm... erm... he used to be
a choir boy, if that's any use?

~ It's no use at all.
~ No.

~ Feet! ~ I know! I've neglected my
duties, my standards are slipping.

~ Can I just have a cup of tea
and drink it in peace? ~ Jack.

This is Mr Chambers.
He's usually quite pleasant.

Daisy was a wild girl.

My goodness, you made
a handsome couple.

This was before she was married,
of course? Before Isabel?

Why did you come back, Mr Chapman?

This is from Miss Sheppard's.

She gave it to me.

There was no Mr Livingstone,
was there?

Isabel is yours.

Daisy was shipped off.

Came back a year later, ring on
her finger, little one in her arms.

I wasn't looking for a family,
not then.

You were just a boy, Jack.

So...

Isbael has no idea you exist.

I wanted to... to see the world.

I'm afraid

I didn't look back.

Until now.

Gladys wrote.

Said her sister was dying,

that she was sick too.

But there was time

to make things right.

~ Miss Sheppard was sick?
~ Cancer.

In the breast. Same as her sister.

Do you we know for sure?

His penchant for the opposite
of the opposite sex?

What business is it of yours or mine

or any-bloody-one
when it comes to that? Thank you.

How long is this self-restraint
going to last?

Because frankly,
you're no fun anymore.

~ What's this?
~ Be a busman's holiday for you.

It poses the question,

can something which is not virtuous
ever truly be justified?

~ Can it?
~ No, not really.

What happened to Jack Chapman?

Well, I let him go.

Having a cuppa with an old dear
is not an arrestable offence.

My money is still on the girl
and her fella. Post-mortem came back.

Potassium chloride.

So, how are you finding things?
You made any... friends?

Not friends exactly.

Everyone has been very kind.
Very welcoming.

Maybe that's where the old bill
are going wrong -

dog collars, that's what we need.

He does this from time to time.
Excuse us.

There was no sign of a struggle.

Tell me something I don't know.

Arthur Evans. Mrs Livingstone
did not trust him

and yet there was
no sign of a struggle.

There was no sign of a struggle
at his sister's either.

Exactly. They let them in. They
trusted the killer with their lives.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's open.

~ Mr Jarvis.
~ We're closed.

Unless you wanna be arrested,
you're very much open, mate.

Here.

And again.

And again.

Jesus Christ.

~ You signed all of these off?
~ Yes.

So many and you never thought
to question the causes of death?

He's a good man, a fine man,

his intent -

Oh, shut up. Bloody fool.

Will it hurt?

Not a bit.

Dr Robinson. No!

Let him do it.

I can't live like this.

Please.

Let him do it.

How many people have you killed?

Society has to trust that a doctor
knows what is best for its patients.

You have to trust that.

How many?

I have relatively
uninformed opinions

about the police force,
about theology.

I leave that to you.

I don't know about your worlds.

I don't expect you to know
about mine.

But when people die,
our worlds collide.

~ And when they're killed -
~ Sidney, you've sat with the dying.

Many times.

And you, Inspector.

Sometimes people are ready.

Sometimes they hold on

and suffer terribly.

I have seen how debilitating
an illness can be.

Then you understand.

No, I don't.

You're a compassionate man.
How could you not?

You've seen Mr Fielding.
He is suffering, he wants to die.

I'm sure there were many who cried
out for you to do something.

You must have felt that

you were relieving their pain,
that they were at peace.

~ They were with God.
But that can never justify - ~ God.

I have never seen God at the bedside
of someone in agonising pain.

It's an extraordinary thing.

In those final moments,

I don't think faith makes
a blind bit of difference.

I do what is right.

So was it right when you killed
Mrs Livingstone?

Was it right when you killed
Miss Sheppard?

They were old.

They were dying.

They were living too.

You've killed.

You were both soldiers.

You both fought.

It was your duty to take lives.

And it is your duty to save them.

My conscience is clear, Mr Chambers.

I doubt even you could say that.

He's a crackpot.

Seems sane enough to me.

The most insane often do.

~ Do you believe -
~ What?

There's ever justification
for killing?

Do you think I'd be in this job
if I thought that?

What about war?

War is different,
you know it's different.

Did you kill, Geordie?

What do you think?

One for the road?

It's good to have you back.

It's threadbare but it's clean.

Cheer up that gloomy room of yours
no end.

I don't know what to say. It's the
nicest thing anyone ever gave me.

Polite and he hoovers,
if only all men were like him.

If they were, there wouldn't be
much chance for the human race.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, erm... nothing.

Hand-holders, sitting room.

This is all rather mysterious,
why the summons?

Well, there was a bit of confusion.

The Archbishop granted your request.

You could have lied. We wouldn't
have been any of the wiser.

I, erm... hear we're in for a treat -
Leonard's second coming.

Kant once wrote -

"By a lie, a man annihilates

his dignity as a man."

Our good friend Immanuel
wasn't one to mince his words.

He saw things in black and white.

He didn't dwell on the grey areas.

But who amongst us can honestly say
that we haven't lied for good reason?

Who amongst us can say

we live a truly good life?

And that's not to say
we shouldn't try.

We should all continually
try to be the best we can be.

To escape

the sins of our past...

.. to be accepting
of our little foibles...

and of others.

We can't run away from who we are.

We must turn and
face the truth head on.

Sometimes in life...

it's better just to... get on
with things.

'Dear Hildegard, it was a
wonderful surprise to hear from you.

I can understand you
missing Cambridge.

Perhaps one day you'll
come out for a visit.

We could take a boat out on the Cam.

I'd like that very much.'

~ Shall I take him in, sir?
~ Go ahead.

~ Geordie, he didn't do anything.
~ It was no accident, Mr Chambers.

~ Please don't let my dad find out.
~ It will destroy him.

You hate your life.

You hate it so much, you have
to screw up everyone else's.

~ You gave me your word.
~ I'm not the one in the wrong.

You're not thinking straight.

Don't you tell me what I'm thinking!

You're a stupid, stupid man!

Never behave like that
in front of one of my guests again.

If you didn't have God on your side,
I'd tell you where to get off Mr Chambers.

There was a better way to do this.

~ I'm scared, Sidney.
~ I know.

~ Mr Taylor, where's your wife?!
~ Fire Brigade, right away!