All language subtitles for Grantchester - S09E01 - Aflevering 1

Roll up, roll up!
Come to Carson's Circus.

The greatest show in town!

Take a seat inside

and marvel at the mystery

of Errol Macabre
and the fantastical Feathers!

Prepare to have
the time of your life!

Dad?

Hurry up!

I always think of
Chekov's Kashtanka.

You can get
a cream for that.

It's the story
of a mistreated carpenter's dog

that gets taken in
by a friendly circus clown.

But then she runs back
to her old master

when she sees him
in the audience.

Well, he had
the better sausages.

I think she preferred
the hard grafter

to the crowd pleaser.

It's a dog.

Probably didn't give it
that much thought.

I'm not sure
the circus is

a natural environment
for animals.

I find all
the greasepaint suspicious.

Oh!
- And it smells.

Sweaty acrobats
in hot tents,

been carted around
the country all summer long.

You can talk!

I've found things
in your bathroom plug

that would make
a monkey blush.

Sylvia!

And not liking a circus?

What flimflam!

I used to dream of going.

In Calcutta,

I once saw a Lyallpur woman
dance with a lion.

Taught it to bounce
basketballs in the air.

I saw something
like that in Biarritz,

except with a woman
and a ping pong ball.

Will! Behave!

Come on.

How do you fancy a big
family holiday this year?

Surprise for
Cath and Bonnie?

Look at you
earning brownie points.

We shall discuss anon.

I'll have, er,
five of these, please.

Yes, sir,
coming right up.

Seems like a fun job?

Oh, you bet!

I'm only helping, though.

My dad rents the field
to the circus.

Dad, look at her wings!

That's Feathers.

She's amazing.
You'll love her.

Wings, eh?

Wow!

Here you are, kids!

Yay!

Watch this.

I bet you a week's wages

the tax man won't
see a penny of that.

Oi, we're here
to have fun!

I'll do my best.
- Hmm.

Jadies and Lentil-men,
welcome to Carson's Circus!

Ooh.

Very nice.

Behave!

Ooh!

And now...

the metamorphosis.

Hello!

Isn't she supposed
to be un-cuffed?

Errol? I think you,
erm, you left your key

in the other
trousers again!

I don't suppose
we have any locksmiths

in the audience tonight?

Or maybe a police officer?

Oh!
- Don't you dare.

You've got one right here!

Go on! Go on!

Come on up!

Oh!
- Oh!

Oh, I am so sorry!

Do excuse me, sir.

Ah!

No need to get
so attached!

I'll have you free
in a jiffy.

Thank you, sir. Take your seat.
Now, what about Errol?

Ah!

It's magic!
- We got there in the end, eh?

And now, for Carson Circus'
most daring trick!

Ooh!

It's very dangerous.

Do you
think he's all right?

Please, Feathers.

It's a trick shot.
- Shush.

Ha! Ha, ha, ha!

We are Errol Macabre
and Feathers!

Last night,
children gazed at feats

that defied gravity,
logic and belief.

And yet, despite
the apparent danger

the performers
put themselves in,

I saw wonder
on the faces in the crowd.

For, is the circus
not an institution of joy?

A gathering of...
of man and beast. Laughter...

Where's Leonard?

...and terror,
of life and death?

It, um...

Where's Leonard?

It reminds me
of a desert, long ago,

where dusty,
huddled souls performed,

clowned even,
to a scared and hopeful crowd.

They juggled bread and wine,

and told the thrilling
secret of the universe.

"Christ is risen!"

Excellent appropriation
of the circus there.

Is next week gonna be,
"How the Guns of Navarone

reminds me
of Paul and the Corinthians?"

Ha, ha.

Now even Leonard's
skipping church.

He never misses
a Sunday service.

Perhaps he's ran away
with the circus?

Leonard'll be fine!

I'll go past the halfway house
and check on him.

After you've seen the Bishop.
- After I've seen the Bishop.

You'd better be
behaving yourself.

I am!

I am.

This isn't a telling off?

I rarely worry
about you anymore.

Oh, you look disappointed!

I only hear good things.

Are you happy?
- Oh, very.

I'm a lucky man.

And your congregation.

How is the turnout these days?

Well we, er...
We lost a few over winter.

And holiday season's
starting up...

No, it wasn't
an accusation.

We're noting it everywhere.

The world is changing.

Where once people
looked to the church,

now they turn
to the television set.

Grantchester will endure.

But there are
less fortunate places.

Where a boat rocker could
make a tremendous difference.

I'm... I'm sorry,
another parish?

Another diocese. Newcastle.

Newcastle?

An inner-city position.

At a bigger parish.

With tougher challenges.

It would mean more
time with the needy,

and less
helping the law.

Well, it's...

It's a big move.

And a quick decision.

I need an answer
this week.

It's a lot
to consider, I know.

I can't.

My son's still a baby,
and we're very happy here.

Well, it was a long shot.

But if you
change your mind...

No post this week?

There were a few bits.

Nothing in the hallway.

It's not kept there anymore.

Mrs C streamlined
the household last Tuesday.

I'm not sure
we should have hired her.

Lucky she didn't
itemise the kids.

Try the sideboard.

Nope.
- Uh...

Esme took some upstairs.

Oh... What's she hiding?

Cambridge 979...

Yeah, what is it, Larry?

What's happened?

Trouble at the circus.

Not unusual for him
to be by himself?

Not really.

Bloody hell.

Clear everyone out. Now!

The lot of ya!

So, the show
ended at 6:00 last night.

Head clown fella says

they were all tidied up
and done in here by 8:00.

Then the whole lot of 'em
had dinner out in the field.

What, everyone, all together?

Eat together, board together.

Like a holiday camp,
far as I can tell.

Today was their one day off,

so a bunch of 'em
went into town afterwards.

Did he go?
- Errol Macabre,

real name, Eric Mowbry.

He did not.

Last seen before dinner.

One of the performers
found him in here this morning.

He liked to practice his magic
after hours, apparently.

Anyone mention
grudges, rivalries?

Haven't got round 'em all,
but not a bad word yet.

Well, get to it.

And make sure
none of them try and leave.

Was he any good?
The magician?

I was thinking of
coming along to watch.

Well, you're
a bit late now, Larry.

Two, three, four.

Errol's.

What was
the Bishop asking?

"How clean is your font?"
That kind of thing?

What's with
the sudden interest?

You hate bosses.

I do not.

My last one, maybe.

New fella's terrific.
Never leaves the golf course.

He, er...

He offered me
a new job, actually.

In Newcastle.

You're kidding.

You don't want that, do you?

Well, it's quite
an opportunity.

But, no. No,
everything's great here.

Why would I throw that away?
- Exactly.

You really gonna up sticks now
with James still a baby?

Newcastle? Bloody hell.
You wouldn't last five minutes.

Two bus tickets to London.

Dated for next Thursday.

I don't think that's
on the circus's tour route.

I'll raise ya.

Some kind of drug.

It's like ammonia.

Opium maybe?

Well, he was a bit sloppy,
during the show.

Addict? Or selling,
got killed over it?

Someone here knows.

What's your
real name, Pogo?

Jerry McAllister.

Ringmaster and head clown.

And it was you who
reported the murder, Jerry?

Yeah. Awful thing to happen.

Did Errol have
any enemies here?

He weren't one of us.

When you're 40 feet in the air
and you let go of a trapeze,

you better believe
someone's going to catch ya.

This place is
a machine built on trust.

These might suggest
he was trying to escape,

one way or another.

No, we're booked here
all week, he'd have no time.

Nah, it's not for Errol.

What about this?

Opium, I'd wager.

No idea.

This is a clean circus.

I don't tolerate sloppiness.

We never miss a show,
and we always deliver.

Well, sadly,
there is no show, Jerry,

not until this is solved.

Tomorrow,
we will be performing.

If you'll excuse me.

It's a trick.

That's what
I kept thinking.

That he was gonna sit up
and, "Surprise, Feathers!"

"Feathers"?

Anita Carson.

But everyone
calls me Feathers.

Of Carson's Circus?

It's the family business.

The circus belongs
to my nanna.

Nanna Carson.

Bona fide circus royalty.

She used to be
queen of the high wire.

Me too, till Errol
saw my potential.

Trapeze artist turned
magician's assistant?

There's no end
to my talents.

Were you
and Errol together?

Errol was... kind.

He taught me his act,
but it weren't romantic.

It was more like,
I felt sorry for him.

With the drink.

He knew he was
losing his edge.

If he taught you his act,

maybe you could
explain something to us.

I'm not
supposed to say.

You're supposed
to tell a detective.

He swore me to secrecy.

Would you prefer
me to arrest you?

The arrow never fires.

It stays in the barrel.

The ribbon is tied
to a fishing wire,

which gets
pulled out the gun,

through a tube
sewn round me

and into the target,
where a fake arrow pops out.

This isn't a trick gun.

Yeah, there is
a plug just in the...

Nope.

You think
someone's messed with it?

You know anyone
who'd do that?

No.

No, no, no, no.
Errol was part of the family.

That, er, slip-up.

The handcuffs and the trunk
and the other trick was...

was that intentional?

No.

The daft old drunk
put the real handcuffs on me,

instead of
the breakaways.

I had to pick it myself.

You turned it around
pretty well.

We'd have died
on our arses otherwise.

Did that happen a lot?

Yeah, more than I'd like.

His aim was so off
with the rifle last night,

that the wire nearly
pulled me sideways,

and I told him as much.

He's holding you back.

Maybe you wanted
shot of him?

Not like this.

I'll succeed because
of how good I am.

Where were you
after the show?

Practising.

In my tent.

On your own?
- Mmm-hmm.

Means, motive, no alibi.

Find a little evidence,
we've got her bang to rights.

And we still need
to talk to Nanna.

You come across
a Nanna Carson yet?

Not yet, boss.

Well, find her.

You wanna swing
by the office?

Gotta drop this vial back.

Another time?

I need to do
some pastoral care.

Get a cream for that.

Leonard?

Our grandparents
grew up in a world

where the pace of life was
dictated by the horse and cart.

So today's world must
seem like science fiction.

Think about it.

The Russians
put a dog into orbit.

So the Americans,
they launched a monkey.

Then the Russians
sent up a man.

Now the Yanks
have done so too.

Incredible technology.

Enormous resources.

And yet people
starve on their streets.

So this is where you've been?

But it doesn't
have to be that way.

You see,
the people in power, they know,

they know that
we outnumber them.

So they stoke
our fear of each other.

They don't think that
we have enough hope

to overcome those fears.

But I have hope.

I have faith,

faith that love
overcomes all.

If you can't see it, then...

Well, I urge you...
look closer.

It happens in inches.

I went to each
of the colleges.

I asked for some ingredients,

something surplus
from their kitchens.

Bread from Trinity.

Carrots from Kings.

Food to make meals
for the homeless.

You add enough inches
and you get a mile.

Coroner's report will be on
your desk first thing tomorrow.

Thank you, Miss Scott.

Also, another
robbery reported,

this time in Little Shelford.

It's becoming a spree.

But Jones caught
the Peterhouse bike thief.

Samuels found a witness
to the Hobson Street fire,

and Winston
rescued a cat.

That's more like it.

Oh, and we were
doing so well.

Boss...

That is a lovely dress.
- Stop there!

Thank you very much.

What is it, Larry?

Local lad, Nick Jeffries,

working the circus
stalls all summer.

Lad selling candyfloss.

His parents have
come in, worried sick.

Nick never came
home last night.

Get uniform out
looking, now!

We met him preaching
on the street at Jesus Green.

It's almost got
me converted.

Sam, this is
Will Davenport.

Sam White, pleasure.

Sam studied
at Corpus too.

No kidding?
- You and Chambers

are legends there.

It's true! Now you're
at Grantchester as well?

I mean, Will, I'm in awe.

To have a parish
of your own...

Well, it seems like you're
building something special here.

It's Leonard's offer of this
space that made today possible.

Oh, we promised
to carry some boxes

to the Round Church
for summer.

Oh, we did indeed.
See you again.

Sorry I missed Sunday service.

Oh, don't be.

This is a far better thing
than listen to my waffle.

I like your waffle.

But I do want
to do more of this.

Talks. Helping.

You don't settle, do you?

Anyone home?

Dad, we've got
a surprise!

Dad, Esme's got
huge news!

Come on, quickly!

All right, all right.
- Biggest news ever. Come on.

You're not gonna
believe this.

I've been offered a job!

A job?

What about school?

You left school at 16.

It's Harrison and Sons.

The big importers
on Sterling Street.

Doing what?

Office work.
Typing, all of it.

Can you type?
- Dad!

It's bloody
Harrison and Sons!

Well done.

Esme, come on quickly!
- Come on, Esme!

Applied behind
our backs, she did.

Her own money,
independence.

Less help around the house,
and the school runs.

That's why we
took Mrs C on.

They're both down.

What are you
brooding over?

I met a street
preacher today.

No church, no standing,

just helping out,
building a following,

turning atheists
into believers.

Is that jealousy I detect?

Am I preaching
to the choir here?

Congregation's shrinking,
and I hadn't even noticed.

Well, you're not
the Wild One anymore.

A little bit of coasting
isn't the worst thing.

The Bishop's
offered me another job.

Oh! Is that good?

Er... In Newcastle.

Bit of a trek.

Big challenges,
bigger parish,

more hands-on.

I said no, of course.

It's too much of an upheaval
for you and the kids.

You just decided?

On your own?

Well, Geordie and I...
- Oh.

The boys decided.

No, I just...
I didn't think you'd...

You didn't think!

God, you're still the same posh
boy who thinks he knows best.

Ernie and I have been through
two dads and three homes

in as many years.

You're still a stone's throw
from your old college!

I'm sorry. I really am.

Cake sales.

That's coasting.

Prayer meetings
with women

who talk about their
neighbours' dahlias.

Maybe we could
both do more.

What about Geordie?

He survived Burma,
he'd get through us leaving.

Question is...

do you want to?

Morning.
- Morning.

Hello?

Oh, er... sorry.

No, no, it's OK.

Something terrible's happened.

Errol asked me to help him
practise after the show.

Feathers had torn strips
off him for being sloppy.

So we rehearsed
the handcuff escape.

And then the arrow trick.

Just you and Errol?
- Yeah.

He thought she was
being over dramatic,

so he stood in for her,
in front of the target and I...

I didn't mean...

What did you do, son?

He told me it was all safe.

It's supposed to be a trick!

It's OK.

Nick...

I need you to say it.

I shot him.

I didn't even really aim.

He didn't say a word. Just...

What happened next?

I ran.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't stay
there with him...

like that.

What time was this?

After dinner.

9:00, I think.

What's with
all the face paint?

I was gonna audition
for the circus.

Errol had a vial of opium.

Lab confirmed it.

And two bus tickets to London.
Know anything about them?

No.

Unusual, though.

None of 'em have
money of their own.

What d'you mean?

Nanna Carson collects
all the takings.

Everyone gets bed and board,
but there's no wages.

You have to petition her
for spending money.

Or a night out.

Sounds like
bloody communism.

Hang on.

If you hadn't have
rehearsed with Errol,

when would the trick
next be done?

The next show.

When it would be
aimed at Feathers.

I don't have time for this.
It's a busy week.

With what?

There's no circus
till we find the killer.

And you should know, Errol
may not have been the target.

So who?

Me?

D'you know if anyone
had a grudge against you?

No.

You mentioned that you
have a "busy week".

Does that have anything
to do with London?

Errol bought them.

We've got an audition
at the London Palladium.

What about the circus?
Your family?

I'm tired.

Of the trucks and tents

and a stupid new
town every week.

I want a bed.

Just a proper bed.

Fresh start?
New challenges?

You wanna run away
from the circus

and join the rat-race?

I need to go.

I have to try.

Without Errol?

Sorry, Errol,
but I was carrying him.

I can do a solo act,
and I can do it better.

Does Nanna know
about the audition?

She didn't want us to leave.

If she doesn't approve,
who paid for the tickets?

I don't know.
Errol just sorted it.

Very convenient.

Can I go now?

You can.

But I can't guarantee
your safety at the circus.

Someone wants
to kill Feathers.

Or Errol.

Could've found out he was
gonna practise with Nick?

Maybe.

But in any case, the rifle
was used during the show.

But gets sabotaged before
Nick and Errol rehearse at 9:00.

So the only window for someone
to have tampered with it

is between 8:00 and 9:00,

when they all
had dinner together.

Any exceptions?

Jerry, uh, Pogo, was
entertaining the younger kids,

and that Feathers girl
was on her own.

Thanks, Larry.

Post-mortem found no opium
in Errol's system.

So, was he selling?

Used the proceeds to fund
his escape with Feathers?

Someone finds out,
doesn't want them to leave?

Or they just wanted
to send a message.

"I control
the purse strings."

Larry!

Nanna Carson,
lady that runs the circus,

did you get her statement?

No, she was
suffering a migraine.

Of course, because
the last thing we'd want

is to disturb a murder
suspect with a sore head!

Bloody Nora!

Sorry, boss.

Oh! Sorry.

Nanna Carson?
Anyone seen her?

No.

Maybe she's fled.

Jerry?

Isn't this Errol's tent?

Yeah, I was just, er...

Rifling through
a dead man's things.

Looking for more of this?

I'm thinking,
either Feathers or Errol

discovered you were using,

and threatened to expose you.

Expose me?

Errol supplied me.

A couple of years ago,
I put me back out.

And if you can't roll
and fall, you can't clown.

Well, you could do
something else here.

Really?

Only life I had before this
was as a gymnast.

I was up for
the Olympics in '44.

horse vault,
parallel bars... The works.

Only the Games
were cancelled.

Bloody war put
paid to that dream.

Now, without that,
I can't perform,

can't unload trucks, fix tents.

I've got no other skills.

So, Errol sourced the opium?

Yeah.

Wherever we went,
he knew someone.

And that little extra
I get as ringmaster,

it all went to him.

Maybe Errol held out
on you, and you lost it.

He was my only connection.

I was here with the families
on Saturday night. Ask Nanna.

I'm going to.

Nanna Carson.

I'm Inspector Keating.
This is Will Davenport.

You've quite the collection.

A record of
every Carson clown.

No two can wear
the same makeup.

How is business?

Well, times are tough.

Audiences are small.

That, I can understand.

So, erm...

forgive me
if I've seemed elusive,

but I've a whole company
to take care of.

Care's your word for control.

When you learned
Feathers and Errol

were auditioning elsewhere,

you wanted to punished them,
for disobeying you.

I wouldn't wish them
any harm.

I wanted them performing here,
so we could bow out on top.

Meaning?

No-one here knows yet,
so I beg your discretion,

but, um,
I'm retiring this year.

And what will happen
to the circus?

Oh, I've got a buyer.

Sadly, not a showman.

He'll strip it for parts.

Why not pass it on?

To your... to your kids?
To Feathers?

And live how?

This is my pension.

But we will finish
the tour together.

No one can perform
or go on tour

until we solve this murder.

Of course.

Much preferable to have
a hundred circus freaks

with nothing to do,

rampaging through
Cambridge tonight.

Now hang on...

Or we could simply say,
"The show will go on."

How would you feel if someone
was leaving your circus?

What, Feathers?

Forget the bus,

I'd buy her train fare
and drive her to the station.

Hmm.

But if it was...

someone you'd...
you'd miss?

Upset, sure.

Is this because you found out
Esme got a new job?

Applied behind our backs.

I was annoyed.

And sad...

that she'd grown up
while I wasn't looking.

Was proud of her, though.

But Cathy...

I think she feels betrayed.

You know, I...

Oh.
- Boss.

Lady here says
her husband's been stolen.

Stolen?

Robbers broke in
and took his locket,

a silver pendant.

The husband was wearing it?

No, he was in it.

Small fella, was he?

His ashes.

You could've
opened with that.

She wears him out
and about, does she?

Apparently.

Church and shops.

Friday, she was
down the circus too.

We'll be in touch soon.
- Thank you.

The widow's not
the only robbery

to take place
after a circus visit.

Little Shelford, set of pearls,
gold watch in Girton.

I called around.

The same story over
at Colchester and Chelmsford.

So one of the performers?

Identifies
the wealthy punters,

and then follows them
home after the show.

Well, that's one way to get
a little financial independence

from Nanna Carson.

Sleight of hand
would be useful too.

Errol, though, or Feathers?

The chances are,
somewhere at that circus,

is a bag full of loot.

...is covering
the side entrance.

Samuels is parked
at the back,

and Jones will watch the front.

Appreciate you doing this.

It's fine.

I've been wanting
to see a circus

since I read
Chekov's Kashtanka last year.

If only Leonard were single.

And you were a man.

It's work, Larry.
It's not a date.

I just thought
it would be nice.

Oi.

Feathers won't
stop performing,

so you two can
at least watch her back.

Go on.

Now, where would an illusionist
hide their stolen goods?

Are we allowed?

We're undercover!

When you're undercover,

you don't say,
"we're undercover."

You just do what you'd
normally do on a night out.

Anything?

No, nothing in your size.

Is there anyone here
brave enough to assist me?

How about you, sir?

Don't be shy. Come on up!

Go on.

I'll do it.

Ah!

We have a volunteer.

A big round of applause,
ladies and gentlemen!

Got something?

Ha! Bingo!

It's a pawn shop receipt.

Silver pendant, gold watch.

It's all the stolen goods.

Maybe the shop owner knows
if it was Errol or Feathers?

We'll need that,

or fingerprints...

Otherwise she'll deny it
and blame the dead man.

And now,
another delightful piece

that always puts
my mind at ease.

If you're ever left feeling

like the world has
gone a little topsy-turvy,

then this next hymn
should put you back on...

She's ironing
my ruddy underpants!

She told to me today she
wants to schedule prayer time.

No wonder the kids
wanna leave.

What's that?

A letter
to Harrison and Sons.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot
take up your offer"?

Hmm.

What, Es changed her mind?

No. But I'm putting
my foot down.

Er, we can't control her, Cath.

She's not
a little girl anymore.

But she is!

I've been thinking,
she should get a job next year.

Doesn't she deserve
a shot at this job?

D'you know what she deserves?

Not to struggle with

high expectations
and dangerous men.

I was older when I started work,
and it was bloody tough.

Yeah, but you didn't have
a mum like you at your side.

We've gotta
take the leap with her,

before she doesn't need us.

You know you're gonna have
to give Mrs C the shove.

So...

How long's it been
since your last confession?

What made you
start this place,

and not stick with the cafe?

Stability isn't
always happiness.

Or fulfilment.

Do you think
someone can be fulfilled,

and also be coasting?

Isn't that the ideal?

Hmm.

What's brought this on?

I want new challenges.

And I guess I'm...

I'm just scared in doing that,
I'm gonna let people down.

When I left Grantchester,
I felt I'd let everyone down.

But I found people here
who need me more.

If I'd stayed, I'd...

You were brilliant.

You'd still be.

I'd be bitter and resentful.

Living half a life.

Ooh! Morning, Vicar.

If you want a job,
I'm in need of an assistant!

And I'm in need of answers,
and no games, please.

Any trouble last night?

I didn't see you
after the show.

Er, no, no. The girl...

Feathers was fine,
so we... I went home.

Right.

Everything all right now?
- Yes. Completely.

Just working out
how to get over to Newnham.

Need to get
a statement signed.

Larry'll take you.

Larry, Miss Scott needs
a lift to Newnham.

I can't. I gotta file a report.
- I can make my own way there.

It's just a jiffy on the bus.

Larry, reports can wait. Go on.

You all right?

Too many beers
last night, was it?

No, no, just...

You two?

You didn't!

No. No!

Bloody Nora!
- Please!

The whole world's gone topsy...

Just shut up, please, sir!

He's sweet,
but it was a mistake.

He'll understand.

Please say nothing!

So I asked
Feathers, "Why now?"

Why audition this week?

Because she wanted to leave.

She said as much.
- No.

She knew Nanna was selling.

So, Feathers killed Errol,
to go it alone?

No.

Who else was
Errol close with?

Jerry?

But he's got an alibi.

How good is it?

Because I think
I have his motive.

Larry!

La...

Jerry McAllister...

his alibi on the night
of the murder?

Witnesses place him
entertaining the kids.

As himself...

or as a clown?

Saturday night, after the show,
but before the accident,

you said you were
trying out for the circus?

Jerry gave me
a shot at clowning,

entertain the kids
during dinner.

You were wearing face paint?

Yeah.

Jerry gave me
this one to copy.

Every clown's
makeup is unique.

Except on Saturday night,

when you got
Nick Jeffries to copy this.

The Pogo makeup.

So? I let the kid
borrow my look.

But for
a dozen witnesses,

that put Pogo, you,

in the dining area
between 8:00 and 9:00,

when you were really
sabotaging Errol's rifle.

I'd never hurt anyone
in my troop.

Star athlete

turned head clown.

Travelling the country.

Running a tight ship,

loving your job.

Absolutely.

And 20 years later,
you find yourself middle-aged,

back pain and an opium habit.

So when you learn
Nanna's selling up,

you find you've no money,
no pension, no future.

You've every right
to feel bitter.

And rubbing salt in the wound
is a young woman

who's not only going
to escape your fate,

she's going to do
better than you ever did.

She's a thief.
You know that, right?

This is a machine
built on trust.

Your words.

I don't trust her.
She's trouble.

Always has been.

Too good for the trapeze,

too good to be
Errol's assistant.

Too good to be in our circus.

I reckon her leaving
made Nanna want to quit.

She thinks
she's better than us.

Needed to be
taken down a peg.

I swapped the handcuffs.

She was supposed to get trapped,
made a proper fool of.

She turned it round.

Biggest applause
of the run.

If she had a chip
on her shoulder before...

She's a menace!

Imagine she got
that audition,

got the Palladium
with no graft,

no ethic,
cheating and tricking her way.

She had to be stopped!
Somebody had to.

It was meant to be her.

There was a time you could've
taken your chances elsewhere.

An Olympic qualifier
coasting in a circus.

Until the regrets
got so big, so bitter...

they killed a man.

Seeing someone grow up
and grow beyond you...

It's a hard thing.

You think so?
- Mmm.

I said as much
to Cathy about Esme.

It'll be Ernie
and James in no time.

I'd, er, better be going.

Will...

Let's make the most
of this summer.

Make it the best one ever.

Boss...
- Mmm?

Bag of money from the circus,
lab reckons it's all fake.

I followed up on
the pawn shop receipt too,

couldn't find 'em.

The shop don't exist.

So no pawn shop
and no money?

Weird, ain't it?
- Mmm.

You saw it,
and then it vanished.

It's kinda like an illusion.

I know at times

the world can
feel like a circus.

Three billion acts, all trapped
in the same big tent,

all clamouring
for attention.

It can be scary
and disorientating.

It's no wonder that we
cling on to old certainties.

They're the hands
we hold in the dark.

But one day,

we may reach out
and find those hands are gone.

Or that by
clinging tight to them,

we've missed out
on the chance to stand tall,

to see further on our own.

We must accept change,

as it always comes.

And we cannot let
regret eat away at us.

Peter says,

"Use whatever gift you have
received to serve others."

For in the end, we have
a duty to be all we can be.

I, er, hope I'm not too late.

About the position?

No, not yet.