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Boss. Have a look at the blonde.

She'll be picking sick out of
that blonde hair come midnight.

Mark my words, Larry.
Same every year.

Spring bloody balls.

We all know
how the creation story starts.

But even though
we've been cast out of Eden,

it doesn't mean we have to wait
until heaven to glimpse paradise.

Behave. Behave.
Whoa!

What did I tell ya?

And just because we're fallen

doesn't mean
we have to keep falling.

The insider can report
that Tobias Montague,

second son of the Earl of Montague,

was seen trading blows

with High Court judge Hugh Teague's
son and namesake.

"Too much punch?"

We don't have to listen
to the snakes.

We don't have to eat the apples.

Though I could probably
make an exception

for Mrs Chapman's apple pie.

We can never return to Eden,

but through our choices,
our actions, with Jesus' help,

I believe we can get close.

We are all Adam and Eve...

and the world is our garden.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Here we are, then.

Good old Grantchester.
Hmm.

Quiet compared to Marrakech,
isn't it?

I think anywhere would be.

Until next year, then.

Well, I'll see you before then.

Inshallah.

I think we're allowed
a stiff handshake.

Mmm. Thanks, Marie.

I'm surprised you made it.

A hangover's never kept me
from a good breakfast.

I'm not talking about the hangover.

I thought staying in a college bed

might have...
stirred some of the old instincts.

Yeah. Sleep.

How was your night?

Hmm? Like being a PC again.
All hands on deck.

Six drunk disorderlies,
two serious assaults.

But only four incidents
of indecent exposure.

What is it with bloody students
this time of year?

It's the end of term, Geordie.
Just letting their hair down.

And their trousers.

Who's letting their trousers down?

Oh. Morning, Ellie.
Oh, come on.

I'll tell you
which senior police officer

was seen perusing the ladies
of Mill Road last night.

William Davenport, Ellie Harding.

Ellie writes for The Echo.

Seems to think
I'm a free source of news.

And cigarettes.

Hi. Ah. He's better-looking
than the rest of your boys.

I wouldn't bother. He's celibate.

Thanks.
Oh, you're that Will.

Should change your name to Won't.

Boss. We need you.
Not you.

Oh. So you take a vicar
but not a journalist?

Judging by what she's wearing,

she was a guest at the ball
last night.

Porters found her first thing.

They say sometimes students jump
off the bridge to show off.

If she were showing off,
there'd be witnesses.

Excuse me?

Oi! Police!

This is part of Linley College.

Probably don't wanna admit
they spent the night with boys.

Jess.
Miss, Miss.

Jess?
Can't come down here.

That's my friend, she's my friend.

Jess.

Hello, Dickens. Hello.

Oh, I've missed you.

Oh. There you are!

How was Bognor?

You've had the sun, then.

It was very temperate.

I've got you some...

...dates and this is argan oil.

It's supposed to be very good
for your skin.

From Bognor?

And some slippers for Will.

Bognor Regis?

Mm-hm.

Well...

We were drinking and...

...dancing and talking to boys
together.

But then I went to the lavatory
and when I came back, she'd gone.

I just assumed
she'd gone back to Newnham.

When I got there around 11,
she hadn't signed in.

When she wasn't there
this morning...

Was there anyone else there
she was talking to?

There were some other girls
from our college.

And these boys
you were dancing with?

It was a ball,
there were hundreds of them.

You don't think one of them...

We're just trying to establish
what happened.

You know, we won't know anything
until after... the post-mortem.

What was Jessica's mood like?

The last time you saw her.

Good. I mean, she could get
a little maudlin when drunk.

Maudlin about what?

It can be quite difficult
to fit in here.

Especially at big functions,
where everyone knows everyone else.

How do you act?

But not last night.
Last night she was happy.

It was fun, I think.

So, when you say
you were drinking...

...how drunk
do you think Jessica was?

We're not used to
drinking champagne and...

...these boys are so generous,
they do top you up.

All right. Thank you, Miss, er...?

Fitzpatrick. Vronky.

It's short for Veronica.

If we have any more questions,
we'll be in touch.

Bye.

I don't suppose you fancy
a post-mortem on a hangover.

It's the third weekend of the month.
Eh?

Lunch with Mum.
Oh.

Well, it's east-facing,
so the sun does come in first thing

and the curtains are rather thin.

We can always replace the curtains.

And the upstairs neighbours
walk about like elephants.

A lady does like to live
in the manner

to which she's accustomed,
doesn't one?

How was your holiday, Leonard?

Oh, it was... paradise.

There. What about a week away?
That might cheer you up.

Have you ever tried
the English riviera?

Bognor.
I don't need cheering up.

You were complaining again.
I was making conversation.

Mum, you have money,
a flat in Chelsea.

This is your chance
to build the life you want.

I have the life I want.

I saw a dead girl today

who will never have
that opportunity.

Well, I can't compete with that.

I'm not asking you to compete.

I just want you to try.

More shepherd's pie, anyone?

No, thank you, Sylvia.

It was delicious,
but I've had quite enough.

Mum, I'm... Would you be so kind
as to telephone for a taxi?

That's the contents of her handbag.

Get these tested,
see where they're from.

Yes, boss.

She was wearing that
under her dress.

A garter.

She didn't sound like the type.

Pathologist said cause of death
was a blow to the side of her head.

She could've hit it on a rock
at the bottom of the river.

He said there was no water
in her lungs.

But that means she was dead
before she went into the water.

Come on, knees up, no slacking.

All right, straight in.
20 press-ups.

Chest to the floor.

Come on, you too, Vicar.
Show 'em how it's done.

I'm busy losing to this bag.

You all right?

Ah, you know, the world.

Hey, it's a beautiful place.
Don't let anyone tell you different.

Here he is!

You got any fresh blood for me,
Keatsy?

No, not this time, Vic.

Well, it's no wonder, is it?

In that shape
you'll never catch 'em.

Hey, there's someone
wants a word with ya.

Hey, Luke.

Hey. I never said stop, did I?
Go on, carry on.

Right. What do you wanna say
to the inspector?

I'm sorry for stealing them bikes.

And thank you for sending me here
instead of prison.

Wasn't my choice, son.

You can thank my chief constable
for that.

But I'm glad to see
you're enjoying it.

Wanna see him spar?
Never gives up, this one.

It's Will I need to see, actually.

What's he done this time?

I need his help...
with a murder investigation.

And how come
he's always so bloody cheerful?

Vic's Victors.

Too many punches to the head,
if you ask me.

Oh, come on.
It's gotta be better than Borstal.

Hard work, discipline, a chance
to make something of themselves.

Yeah. Tougher criminals.

Inspector.
Principal Shaw.

Andrea, please.

Mr William Davenport.

He was there
when we first discovered the body

and he's assisting with our inquiry.

I'm sorry about Jessica.
Indeed.

However, with not one
but two pillars

of the patriarchy in attendance,
state and church,

I'm sure we'll soon get
to the bottom of this.

This is why I need you here.

Feel free to translate.

You ever wonder
what a girl feels like

walking past a building site?

Not really.
Well, now you know.

Jessica Hall was a model student.

Were you aware of any disagreements
or quarrels Jessica was having?

Perhaps with the other girls.

Oh, that's rather a tired old trope,
don't you think, Inspector?

High-achieving women
keeping each other in their place

isn't something we encourage
or tolerate at Newnham.

That's a no.

Was she the type to have boyfriends?

Male acquaintances?
The type?

Well, the inspector's just trying to
build a picture of Jessica's life.

Well, we don't tend to have men
on college grounds,

so I wouldn't know.

Please excuse the disarray.

Jessica's death will cast a shadow
over our college ball tomorrow,

but we'll now hold it in her honour.

I would've thought a ball

was a patriarchal tradition
for your tastes.

Not the way we're doing it.

There'll be an all-female band,
speakers

and, of course, it'll be the girls
asking the boys to dance,

rather than the other way round.

Lock up your sons.

These are the girls who attended
the Linley ball last night.

We saw you at the scene
this morning.

We called to you,
but you didn't stop.

Must've been some other girls.

Of course we would've stopped
for poor Jessica.

We're investigating the murder
of one of your friends.

Murder?
I would appreciate some cooperation.

Heather and her friends signed back
in to the college before curfew.

See here?

I specifically requested this
from the porter's lodge.

These are all
in the same handwriting.

I signed in for all of us.

And are there any witnesses

who can verify
the times written here?

A night porter's on hand
for any disturbances,

but we trust our students,
Inspector.

Newnham girls know how to behave.

Perhaps we could take a look
at Jessica's room.

Alone.

The girls can't say they were out
all night in front of the principal.

Hello?

See? Proves my point.

They do it in case
the night porter does the rounds.

So she WAS the type.

What does that even mean?

I used to do it.
Exactly.

Geordie.
Mm-hm.

Bennies. Pep-up pills.

Yeah, I know what Benzedrine is.

How do you?

Well, people do them
at rock 'n' roll nights.

I've heard.

So she was taking uppers.

Out all night.
And she's not the only one.

We could try
and speak to the girls separately.

Try and piece together her movements
from there.

Between drink, pills
and covering for each other?

I doubt we're gonna get
anything concrete.

Unless...

We got the film
from the official photographer.

Survivors' photograph.

They take it at the end of the ball,

to prove you made it
through the night.

I didn't think you could be seen
around here.

Shame about the circumstances.

It's not that dark in here.

Et voila.

There's Jessica.

And Vronky.

She said she was back at Newnham
by 11.

Those boys look fairly familiar
with them, too.

Geordie.
No comment yet, Ellie.

Is it true the girl's body
was found decapitated?

She wasn't decapitated.
Ah, so a girl was found dead.

Schoolboy error.
Who was she, then?

Drunk posh girl
who met the wrong bloke?

She was a young woman
trying to enjoy herself

and make something of her life.

Well, aren't we all?

If spreading malicious gossip's
how you enjoy yourself,

you might wanna have another look
at your life.

Well, at least I make
my own stuff up for a living,

rather than spouting rubbish
from some old book.

Come on. You've got work to do.

How can anyone be that callous?

Journos are always like that.

They see enough darkness,
they get used to it.

So do you. So do I.

At least we're trying
to make the world better, not worse.

I'll cancel the double date
with her and Cathy, then, shall I?

Help!

What's going on?

Oi!

I saw you at Newnham this morning.
Won't be hard to trace you.

We just wanna talk.

It's them boys
you should be talking to.

We will. OK? Hmm?

Just hold him there.
Wait.

Oi!

You all right?
Yeah.

Well, I see the boxing training
came in handy (!)

We don't know him.

He burst in accusing us of killing
that girl found in the river.

And did ya?
Of course not.

She and her friend came back here

to listen to some music
after the ball.

Wagner.
But nothing happened. She left.

Probably to lead on
some other poor sod.

Will.
I'd say that's a motive.

Steady on.

When a chap's been led to believe
he's on a promise,

I think he is entitled

to feel a bit disappointed
when he's let down.

Disappointed enough to kill?
Don't be ridiculous.

We're very sorry
to hear about this young lady.

But if these girls want
to gang together and act like boys,

they need to learn
to behave like us.

Here, here.
Gang together?

The Berserkers?

College drinking society.

You're saying the girls
had a club of their own?

The Newnham Valkyries,
they call themselves.

Might as well have been
the Newnham Virgins,

as far as she was concerned.

Her name was Jessica.

Did anyone else see her leave?

What was it, Franky? Fronky?

Now that's who Wagner had in mind

when he composed
The Ride Of The Valkyries.

I just didn't want you
to think I was easy.

We're not here to judge.

Everything else I told you was true,
except I...

...pulled the timings forward.

After Jess left me with the boys
for maybe 20 minutes, half an hour,

I went to look for her,
but I couldn't find her,

so I came back to the college,
around 5:00am.

But the others stayed out.

So this... is your handwriting.

That was the rule.

First one back
signs everyone else in.

I think Heather
was just covering for me

when she said it was her.

The rule?
Of The Valkyries.

Recognise the college colours?

It's nothing bad,
it's just a society.

You get invited
to all the best parties,

you meet the nicest men.

At least you're looking out
for each other.

You knew about this?

Do you know how many female colleges
there are in Cambridge, Inspector?

Three.
Out of 25.

Men have been forming clubs
like this for centuries.

We've only been allowed
degrees for a decade.

So, I think it's only right
that these women,

who are going to be at the top
of their fields one day,

forge the networks
that will carry them

into the working world
of the future.

Don't you?

Not if it means they obstruct
a murder inquiry, no.

There is nothing connecting
The Valkyries to Jessica's death.

They've already lied about
where they all were last night.

For fear of being labelled 'easy'.

Which is nothing to be ashamed of
if it's your own choice, Veronika.

The Valkyries are a sisterhood.

No-one would hurt Jess.

Why didn't you sign her in
with everyone else?

She wasn't a full member yet.

Neither am I.

And how do you become one?

They leave a red rose on your door.

You go out to the garden
to be sworn in by candlelight.

Every society needs its initiations,
Inspector.

Better than downing ten pints

and urinating into letterboxes,
wouldn't you say?

This is the catering company
that provides our event staff.

I hope you can find
your mystery attacker.

What is the world coming to, hmm?

Female drinking societies.
That's the last thing I need.

The boys are bad enough.

Don't tell me you were in one.

The Conquerors.

Oh, yeah? And what did you conquer?

Ourselves, mostly.

Ten pints and urinating
in letterboxes.

I know, I know, it's pathetic.

I just suppose you wanna feel
part of something at that age.

What's wrong
with National Service, Will?

It's those girls again.

What's going on?

We're picking flowers to make
corsages for the ball tomorrow.

What's that? Buried treasure?

They all belong
to our ex-boyfriends.

Just saying goodbye before the ball.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Are you not trying
to destroy evidence?

Of what? Young love?

Were these an ex-boyfriend's?

I thought they were headache pills,
but they made me feel ill.

Where did you get them from?

From Jessica.

The one girl
that can't defend herself.

You may think that
she was sweet and innocent,

but Jessica knew
how to have a good time.

She wasn't as discerning
as the rest of us.

Especially when it came to men.

Probably why she ended up
the way she did.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, if you go
for a bit of rough...

...you can't be surprised
if you're treated roughly.

So, why did you attack
the boys at Linley?

They was all over Jess at the ball,

I thought they must have been
the ones that hurt her.

You weren't trying to push the blame
onto them for something you'd done?

No. I liked her.

How did you know Jessica?

Served her at a couple of events.

Dinners, balls.

What, you serve a girl at dinner

and now you're looking
to avenge her death?

One of the girls said you might have
had something more with Jessica.

Those girls are a bunch of gossips.

Jess wasn't like that.
No, she was nice.

You know I could have you
for assault?

Won't be the first time.

Listen, the boys
aren't pressing charges.

They don't wanna admit
they were beaten up by a waiter.

Neither do I.

You've got a decent right hook.

My dad boxed.

Does he train you?

He's dead.

Sorry.

Matthew... are you sure
there is nothing else

you can tell us about Jessica?

So we can get justice for her,
instead of misplaced revenge.

He's holding something back.
I know it.

Agreed. I do think
he genuinely cares for her.

More than
her so-called friends do, anyway.

What about the principal?
Have you been listening?

Well, the dead girl's
from Newnham, right?

How do you know that?
I've got my sources.

Bloody Larry.

So, before she was at Newnham,

Andrea Shaw was a senior fellow
at Edinburgh,

but missed out on a promotion

to a colleague
more than five years her junior.

A bloke, of course.
So?

So... she slashed his tyres.
Allegedly.

How does that connect to Jessica?

Jessica.
Sorry.

I don't know, but background's
always useful, isn't it?

Cin-cin.
Thank you, Ellie.

Another suspect.
Oh.

Who are the others?

Nice try.

There's a ball at Newnham tomorrow,
isn't there?

So, when I'm stuck,
I try and get on the ground.

Immerse myself in the story.

If either of you need a date...

That's not a bad idea.

No.
Fine.

Ugly sisters, you go to the ball.

But remember who thought of it when
you're doling out the exclusives.

Let go!
Go to bed!

Have you seen my dinner jacket?
Oh, try the dressing up box.

Dora? Eh, you couldn't run
an iron over it, could ya?

I told you,
I've got a union meeting tonight.

What, another one?

Well, we could always bring
my mum in for reinforcements.

While we're stretched.

It's not that bad.
Exactly.

Dora!
There you go, then. Have it.

Ding-dong!

It's Leslie Phillips.

Well, I think you look
very handsome.

Your mother would be very proud.

Thank you.

Have you had a chance
to speak to her yet?

Since the other day.

I'm sure she's fine.

I know you just want her
to be happy, Will,

but it's not always that easy.

She's got everything she needs
to live the life she wants.

You know, in Morocco...

...it's not uncommon for male friends
to hold hands in public.

Nobody looks, nobody points or...
locks you up.

You can just walk,
hand-in-hand... in the street.

But here...

Some people aren't allowed to live
the lives they want.

Some can't.

Well, Mum's not one of them.

She just needs to get on with it.

But thanks.

♪ And still you tell me

♪ Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

♪ If you don't make
Your mind up... ♪

I always wondered
what these things were like.

Pleased to see my taxes
are being well spent.

I told you they're ridiculous.

If they saved half this money,

they could double
the amount of scholarships.

It is nice, though.
I know.

It's like Eden.
Gentlemen.

Thank you.

♪ Confess but please don't tell me

♪ Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... ♪

So, how do you wanna play this?

Hmm. Just mingle.

Look out for anything suspicious.
Them.

Any bullying from the girls.

Oh, and pills.

Larry had them tested.

American Benzedrine.

Imported.

Will. Wait.

It's a drinking game.

You get penny-ed,
you have to down the drink.

Oh, you can keep that. As a tip.

♪ We'll never get started

♪ Sha-la-la-la-la

♪ I don't wanna wind up
♪ Sha-la-la-la

♪ Being parted, broken-hearted... ♪

Would you like to dance, Vicar?

That's a nice way to talk.

Besides, you're celibate.

Really?
Will you stop opening with that?

What about you, Inspector?

I'm celibate too.

I didn't have you down
as the religious type.

I'm not, I'm married.

♪ So if you really love me

♪ Say yes

♪ And if you don't dear confess

♪ But please don't tell me

♪ Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

♪ Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

♪ Perhaps, perhaps

♪ Perhaps. ♪

♪ Pah-rah-rah-rah-rah

♪ Pah-rah-rah-dun

♪ Pah-pah-pah-rah-dah-rah... ♪

I didn't think you had to be
celibate in the Church of England.

You don't. I'm just waiting for
the right person at the right time.

♪ I'm in the mood for love

♪ Simply because you're near me... ♪

Ma'am?
Inspector.

I heard you were here.
Any news on the case?

Can you show me
what's in your hand, please?

I don't see
it's any of your business.

I have reason to believe
you may be distributing drugs,

which could be linked to the death
of one of your students.

Drugs? Prophylactics.

I can't stop these girls having sex,

but I can encourage them
to take precautions

and to consider their futures.

♪ This little dream
♪ This little dream... ♪

I know what it's like,
trying to fit in here.

Especially if it's strict at home.

You get carried away.

Obviously, Jessica had a line
she wouldn't cross.

She did.
What was she really like, Vronky?

I mean, so far we've got pills,
garters, rumours about boys.

She was good.

I don't think any of this
is down to her.

Vicar. There's someone
in Jess' room. There.

Matthew, what are you doing?

Hey!
Get off me!

What's this?
It was my dad's.

What was it doing in Jessica's room?
Hmm?

You told us you'd only met Jessica
a handful of times.

But you'd been in her room.

They made us.
Who?

The girls.

They made us go into her room.

For what?
What do you think?

But we didn't.

Jess said she didn't want to,
so we didn't do anything at all.

Why were they so desperate
for you to do it in the first place?

That's how they qualify
to join The Valkyries.

Sleep with boys, collect trophies.

It's what they were trying to bury.

I don't know why
she wanted to join 'em.

But she did.

That's why I gave her the cufflink,

so she could say
that we'd been together.

What is this? American?

My dad was a GI.

Stationed at Bassingbourn.

He died at Normandy.

Why should we believe you?

I mean, why would you even
go along with them?

Forcing you into her room.

They said they'd stitch me up
if I didn't.

Stitch you up for what?

The bennies.

You got them from the American base.

Some of my dad's pals,
they settled here after the war.

They get them from the States.

I gave a few to Jess,

she said she wanted something
to help her stay up late, to study.

But then the rest of them found out
and they wanted them too.

So you broke into her room
to cover your tracks.

No. No, I wanted the cufflink back.

So that no-one thought Jess
was something that she wasn't.

She was a nice girl.

Not like the rest.

The Valkyries are supposed to be
about sisterhood.

Empowerment, not tawdry fumbles
for trinkets and cufflinks.

So, what, girls have to
sleep with 10, 20 boys

to join your little gang?

It's not just about quantity,
Inspector.

A policeman wouldn't be worth
as much as a vicar, for example.

I'm surprised at you, Heather.
Grow up.

You grow up.

I mean, all this rubbish about
connections and jobs for the girls.

You only got the job here

because they wouldn't have you
anywhere else.

That's what it's really like.
Isn't it?

Be honest.

We can have degrees,
but at the end of the day,

we're all gonna be someone's wife
in five years' time.

Popping out kids
and organising charity lunches.

No. It doesn't have to be that way.

No. It doesn't have to.

But it probably will be, won't it?

So we may as well enjoy
this bit while we can.

It doesn't mean we killed anyone.

So much for Eden, then.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe Heather's right.

If that's all these girls
think they can hope for,

then maybe parties
and tawdry fumbles

and getting drunk for a few years
is some kind of Eden.

Worked for me for a while.

Doesn't sound that bad
when you put it like that.

But it was, though.

I wasn't happy.

I thought I was doing it all wrong,
that I had to try harder.

Anything to be part of the gang.

You all right?

My pocket square.

Vronky?

Vronky?

Rubbish.
You never got anywhere near him.

No, it's true. It was amazing.

Fine. Let's ask him. Vicar.

Is it true that you broke your vow
of celibacy with Vronky here?

She must have taken it
while we were dancing.

Veronika, could we have a word?

No, but I did other things.

Oh, Ollie and Alastair
told us about that.

Hardly the behaviour
of a Newnham lady,

let alone a Valkyrie.

That's not fair.
Veronika.

You can't make the rules
then take them back.

We need to talk to you
about Jessica's murder.

Shall we go to my study?
No, I'm here with my friends.

We know you want
to be part of the group

and maybe you felt
that Jessica let you down

by leaving you with those boys.

And you were upset, ashamed.

No, it was an accident.

You tried to make it look like one.

We... We were drunk.

She left me with them.

It's supposed to be a sisterhood.

We're supposed to stick together,

it was supposed to be a funny story,
but it wasn't.

It was disgusting.

I didn't mean to kill her. I just...

I was just so angry.

At them, at...

'Jess.'
..at myself.

'Jess!'
I didn't know what to do, so I...

...I just threw her into the river.

I'm sorry.

I just...

I just wanted her to feel
how I felt.

I'm so sorry.

Veronika Fitzpatrick.

I'm arresting you
for the murder of Jessica Hall.

You have the right to remain...

It's those boys
you should be locking up.

Veronika is a victim here too.

She killed someone
and tried to cover it up.

What else can I do?

Vicar.

The court will take everything
into account.

A man in a wig judging how a young
woman might feel in that situation.

That's not fair.

Andrea's right, you know.

It's not just Vronky.

It's the whole thing.

I know.

If I had my way,
I'd lock them all up.

Berserkers, Valkyries.

Matthew?
He withheld evidence.

I've no choice with him either.

What about sending him to Vic?
That's for minor offences.

This is something
much more serious, Will.

What if I vouch for him? Personally.

The church puts up some funding,
it should hold some sway.

Geordie, he's been to Borstal,
it didn't work.

Vic's Victors does.

And if it doesn't, you can blame me.

Thanks.

Oh, postman's early.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

That's not the postman.

It's the cavalry.

This hallway needs a good scrub.

Nana!
Oh, Esme!

Mam. What are you doing here?

I phoned her.

There's no point
in us complaining...

ME complaining about
having too much on all the time.

Might as well do what we can
to fix it.

You look thin, love.

Problem solved.

Looking good, Mum.

Well, like you said,
it's time I made a fist of it.

I'm sorry about lunch
the other week.

I know things maybe aren't as easy
as I'd like them to be.

They might be for you,
you're young and you're a man.

Well, don't forget talented.

You're happy. I'm glad.

Well, you can be happy too.

Maybe not straightaway, but...

Well, actually, erm...

Actually, I'm feeling the best
I have done for a very long time.

I met someone over lunch
at The Savoy

and erm, he took me to the races
at Ascot last week.

His name's St John.

St John Gurney-Clifford.

He doesn't like to use his title.

Well, that's great.

I'd love you to meet him.

Maybe... Maybe at his estate
in Norfolk.

Being cast out of Eden
left us hopeless, despairing.

Craving a return
to a place that was lost.

But even though Jesus died
to cleanse us of our sins...

...we still find ways
to sin against each other.

To live in guilt and shame.

But I refuse to believe
it'll be this way.

By God's grace we can be forgiven.

And we too can forgive.

All right? You all good?

And in turn...

...find the hope
for the world we want to live in.