You have no principles.
♪ ♪ I'm only the way I am because I have to fight twice as hard as everyone else.
LEONARD: What Mrs. C. doesn't know won't hurt her.
(Diana singing) Your bloody mother.
Well, you bloody invited her.
DIANA: You never listen to me.
You've always been a letdown.
I've asked you mother to marry me.
He is a bully, Mum.
I don't expect to see you at the party.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (baby cooing) WILL: I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy ghost.
(baby continues cooing) Amen.
(baby continues cooing) ♪ ♪ (baby continues cooing) There is no greater love on earth than that of a child for their parent.
They look to us for guidance, comfort, and unwavering support.
♪ ♪ You are their safe harbor.
Never forget that.
♪ ♪ We try to do our very best.
But we're only human.
We don't always have the answers.
And that's when we turn to God.
Your role as godparents is a gift.
You have been chosen to help shape a young life, to guide them on the right path.
♪ ♪ Keep 'em up.
♪ ♪ Who knows what Nancy will grow up to become?
Lion tamer, perhaps?
(laughter) You can help make her dreams a reality with one vital ingredient-- love.
(men grunting nearby) Bit heavy on your toes this morning.
(sighing): Oh yeah, this'll help.
(sighing): Try no sleep at all.
Who was she?
No, no, nothing like that, I'm afraid.
I think my mum's disowned me, Vic.
It'll blow over.
These things always do.
No, I think this is it.
I think she's done with me.
I got two words for you, Will.
(soft chuckle) No, I mean it.
My dad left when I was six.
My mum couldn't give a damn.
Sod 'em both.
The Gospel according to Saint Vic.
You've got your own life to live.
You bloody well live it.
What did the old Will Davenport do for fun?
All sorts of things.
Well... my gospel also says a little bit of what you fancy does you good.
(Vic chuckles) (din of the street) LARRY: Ah, wouldn't mind seeing that.
GEORDIE: Get enough of that at work.
(whispering): He may have gone that way, I don't know, he just was there-- Where?
GEORDIE: Miss Granger?
Where is he?
Um... Betsey, yes.
You reported a break in?
There was this Indian fella.
Walked down the stairs-- bold as brass, he was.
Don't know how he got in.
We weren't even open!
Is he still on the premises?
(American accent): Isn't that your job?
Take the alley?
♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Let's see if your Indian man is still here.
♪ ♪ (flicks light switch) ♪ ♪ Is there anything of value in here?
Nothing except these two beauties.
To me, anyway.
Why's there two?
Oh, it's a changeover system.
One reel plays, I ready the other.
I'm like the Wizard of Oz behind the curtain, keeping the dream alive.
(Wyatt chuckles, door opens) Where'd you spring from?
Fire escape, guv.
Lock on the door downstairs is knackered.
Ah... Yeah, I keep meaning to tell head office about that.
You're a long way from home, Mister... Rogers.
I can't tell you how much I miss the Hollywood sunshine and the magic of Tinseltown.
This anything to do with you?
It wasn't here last night when I left.
GEORDIE: Someone's been sleeping here.
There's your answer.
Let's check the rest of the building.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LARRY: So, are you an actor?
Call it a sabbatical.
As a projectionist?
I'm on the blacklist.
Just another victim of Senator McCarthy's witch hunt.
They think you're a witch?
Don't they have a news section in "The Beano," Larry?
Have you met anybody famous?
Marlon Brando's a sweet guy.
Doris Day's a gas.
John Wayne, not so much.
If I had half a crown every time I heard this story.
If I had half a crown every time you asked me to repeat it.
No sign of your intruder.
I think Miss Granger scared him off.
Well, if only I'd known.
We all need a little charity.
It's what makes us tick, right?
That's the beauty of this place.
It transports us to new worlds.
We forget ourselves, and yet, it's us we search for up there, exposing us to feelings we never thought we'd know.
GEORDIE: Boredom, mostly.
EDWIN: Um... the, the public are banging on the doors for the matinee?
So let them in then.
We'll leave you to it.
(door opens) Any chance you can get me Brando's autograph?
MRS. CHAPMAN: Just coming.
(closes door) I hope this buttercream's not too stiff or I'll not hear the end of it.
JACK: You worry too much.
MRS. CHAPMAN: You have met Mrs. Bennett?
♪ ♪ Drive slowly, I don't want this on my lap.
(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) You made it.
I'm here with Larry.
You're so easy to tease.
(laughs) Have you been eating popcorn?
You're so easy to tease.
(chuckling): Shut up.
(both laughing) Vic!
Good to see you.
This is my lovely wife, Marie.
A pleasure to meet you at last.
Vic won't shut up about you.
Sounds like I've got competition.
We both do, honestly, it's all I hear.
"Will this, Will that."
Who knew there was so much to say?
This is Ellie Harding.
Taking advice from the Gospel, I see.
I'll make sure my lot don't cramp your style.
(boys behind being rowdy) Hey, you scrub up well.
Yeah, well, someone's got to show you how it's done.
♪ ♪ (on screen): Oh, I do apologize for the disturbance.
Now you really mustn't trouble anymore.
(laughter) And I just phoned the police and they came round with the fire brigade and long ladder.
(laughter) MATTHEW: Oi, give it here.
(movie continues playing) (Matthew talking, people shushing) BETSEY: Cigarettes?
WOMAN (in movie): General Gordon.
MAN (in movie): I'm not too keen on heights, you know.
MAN 2 (in movie): Never mind.
You stay where you are.
I'll get him.
(parrot screeches) (on screen): Oh, Mr. Lawson!
(laughing) Ciggies, handsome?
Ah, we're fine, thank you.
You sure I can't tempt you?
He's got all the temptation he needs, thanks.
(parrot screeching) MAN (in movie): What are you doing?
(parrot screeching) MAN (in movie): Steady!
MAN 2 (in movie): What are you doing?
WOMAN (in movie): Oh there he goes!
MAN (in movie): Surely the three of you can catch a parrot.
MAN 2 (in movie): But there's no ladder.
Somebody has to go out of the window.
(projector whirring) MAN (in movie): Good morning, Louis.
Your cup of cocoa.
With a dash of cream.
Whatever did I do to deserve you?
(glass shatters, Mrs. Chapman screams) What in heaven's name!
There's a man, Jack!
There's a man in our garden!
♪ ♪ Goodbye, gentlemen.
Bye bye, Mrs. Wilberforce.
Thanks for the nice tea and everything.
MAN (in movie): What is that moron playing at?
(laughter) MAN 2 (in movie): It's stuck in the door.
MAN (in movie): Well, ring the bell, brains.
Don't just stand there.
(rings doorbell) Thank you.
(ringing continues) (laughter) (projector flickering, audience groans) It, it's probably just a hitch.
(groaning continues) MAN: Come on!
(sighs) So far, so disastrous.
ELLIE: I don't know.
I'd say it's going pretty well.
You do know he's a vicar?
Well, he's off limits downstairs.
Unlike me on the other hand.
You need to work on your chat up lines.
I wasn't talking to you.
(Betsey screaming) ♪ ♪ (screaming continues) (shaky breathing) Help me!
Wyatt's not breathing.
I'll call for an ambulance.
I'm afraid it's too late for that.
(weeping) ♪ ♪ Please, will you all remain in the foyer.
It's a good job you're here.
That poor mite's in over his head.
WILL: That's your lot.
Could you give him a hand?
Looks like he could do with a stiff drink.
Always one step ahead.
I don't know how you do it.
Who tipped you off this time?
Actually, um... We're, um... Oh...
Get some statements, would you?
That's one way of letting him down gently.
I thought you said she was immoral.
I said what she did was immoral.
The sound of splitting hairs.
Excuse me, ladies, if you could wait to speak to the inspector.
But if you want to talk then-- Ellie.
It's Miss Granger, isn't it?
♪ ♪ (door opens, shaky breathing) (door closes) Oh, don't mind us, Mister, uh...?
(exhales sharply) Parker.
Right, I understand you found the body, is that right?
Did either of you see anyone come or go from the projection booth?
I arrived late from my break and went straight into the auditorium.
EDWIN: I was in here.
I can't be sure, but I think I saw that Indian fella.
Oh my God!
Could've been me!
(shuddering breath) Did Wyatt ever mention any dealings with this Indian fella before?
I only started last month.
Typing pool before that.
Bunch of wallflowers, counting down the days 'til they get married off.
Talk about the death of hope.
EDWIN: Wyatt kept himself to himself.
This place was his second home.
(sobbing) EDWIN: Here, look mine's clean.
(squeaks) (weeping): Silly, isn't it?
I only knew him for five minutes.
WILL: Some people can still make quite an impact.
This Indian man-- what'd he look like?
(cigarette case clattering) (lighter flicks, clicks, ignites) Um... he was just dark, obviously.
(closes cigarette case) Um... scrawny looking.
Get on the radio.
Circulate a description.
What time did you find the body?
Um... About 8:15, give or take.
(inhales) Film started at 7:30, two reels played of a 90-minute film... That's, uh... what, roughly... 20 minutes each?
Wyatt was still alive when he changed the second reel.
Gives us a time of death of about 8:10.
Rules out robbery.
(keys jingling) (rifling through pockets, metal clanks) ♪ ♪ Distinguished service medal.
♪ ♪ "Subedar Aasim Hassan."
At least we have a name.
Subedar is not a name, it's a rank.
Perhaps this intruder wasn't an intruder after all.
Question is... how does he know our American friend?
♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (Dickens barks) Do you have to go creeping around like that?
What do you want?
A fanfare every time I enter the room?
Someone threw a brick through the Chapmans' window last night.
Are you okay?
Sit down, Mrs. C. I don't want to sit down.
The young today.
They lack rectitude, that's the problem.
This could be the thin end of a minacious wedge.
And I don't need any of your big words either, Leonard.
Why would anyone want to hurt you?
No one needs a reason these days it seems.
Talk to Geordie.
Jack doesn't want to make a fuss.
You won't be making a fuss.
No, it's done.
We'll not be cowed by a little brown man in a moth-eaten suit.
We will not be cowed.
♪ ♪ (birds chirping) Have you seen my name badge anywhere?
Oh yeah, it's, uh... it's on the side with your handbag and keys.
Shall I get fish and chips tonight on my way home?
(gasps) Friday night treat.
Actually, I thought we'd eat ours on the beach.
Clacton-on-Sea's a hop, skip, and a jump by bus.
Oh, they've got school.
Why are you not in your uniforms?
It's only one day.
There are rules, Mum!
And rules are made to be broken.
I said no.
When was the last time you and Geordie took 'em anywhere?
Do you remember winning that donkey race when you were nine?
Barbara had a face like a slapped leg.
(laughs) I kept the rosette on for a week just to rub her nose in it.
All right then!
Back by 4:00.
And don't tell your father!
We're going to the seaside!
(both laughing) Is Geordie about?
There's been another sighting of your suspect.
Keep up, Vicar.
Farmer found him sleeping in his hay loft.
Fast work, Larry.
Could say the same about you.
Same surname as the medal, different Christian name.
Does he speak English?
Didn't say a word in the car.
Hm... How's your Urdu?
Oh okay, I admit, I've been using too much Brylcreem.
Telephone the American embassy.
Track down Wyatt Rogers' next of kin.
(door opens) Oooh... he's gunning for you.
So I gathered.
If Mr. Hassan was picked up outside Grantchester, it's plausible he broke the Chapmans' window.
Two crimes solved in one day; we'll be in the pub by lunchtime.
(exhales) You arrived in England last week.
What was your purpose here?
You've got no money, no home.
So why come?
Give that back.
It's my father's!
So you do speak English.
Do you like playing silly buggers?
It's the only thing I have left to remember him by.
He was a soldier?
He fought alongside the British.
He had respect for their principles and integrity.
He was wrong on both counts.
What was it doing in the victim's pocket?
I must have dropped it in the projection booth.
I don't know.
I heard someone come, I ran.
We have witnesses that put you at the cinema last night too.
Well, they're mistaken.
I wasn't there!
WILL: Then where were you?
Was it you who broke the Chapmans' window?
Do you know what you get in this country for murder, Mr. Hassan?
The death penalty.
You're trying to pin this on me?
WILL: The inspector's just trying to understand what happened.
You have no interest in the truth.
You British are all liars.
Get in touch with Mr. and Mrs. Chapman.
We'll need to arrange an I.D.
I still don't understand.
Why break their window?
Well, he was on the run, wasn't he?
He probably got as far as the Chapmans', thinks, "Sod this for a game of soldiers."
He looks to rob the place, get some cash.
Well, Tariq's not gonna tell us.
(keys jingling) Nope... but Wyatt might.
(birds twittering) WILL: Would you really murder someone over a medal?
GEORDIE: Well, can't put a price on sentiment.
Some people can't let go of their parents.
I'm gonna have to take your word for it.
Your mother still going kamikaze with St. John then?
Ah, it's her life.
Why would you make the journey all the way from Pakistan to end up in Grantchester of all places, unless you had a reason?
(keys jingling) Let's see if Wyatt can tell us.
♪ ♪ What we looking for exactly?
Anything that might connect our murder victim to Mr. Hassan.
♪ ♪ Quite a dent.
♪ ♪ One way to solve writer's block.
♪ ♪ The debonair Mr. Rogers didn't strike me as the type to sleep with a teddy bear.
(exhales) (places bat down) ♪ ♪ Oh... Cristal?
None of your rubbish.
You would know.
What's an exiled screenwriter doing living the high life on a projectionist's wage?
♪ ♪ (kicks object) (rifling through trash) Lipstick marks.
(grunts) Hm... new relationship then.
Lipstick and bubbly... (exhales) before you know it, it's a cup of cocoa and an early night.
Edwin said he never left the cinema.
♪ ♪ (rifling through photographs) Will... Take your pick.
♪ ♪ Well, I know which one my money's on.
♪ ♪ Can't it wait?
I've got a matinee in ten minutes.
You said you hardly knew him.
I didn't mean to.
It was early days.
A kiss and a cuddle in the projection booth.
And a night in his flat?
I'm not a tart!
Wyatt bought me champagne.
No one's ever bought me champagne before.
A lot of blokes want to get their leg over.
Not many treat you like a film star while they're at it.
But why keep it quiet?
He can be a little bit... intense.
Jealous type, is he?
Oh, he's a little creep.
Catch him staring at me sometimes.
And you, Miss Granger?
You the jealous type?
Made up your mind about me, haven't you, Inspector?
This lot was found in Wyatt's little trophy cabinet under his bed.
Wyatt took 'em for a Hollywood agent friend of his.
Said he'd fly me out for a screen test.
Said I had potential.
Oh, it's all here in... black and white.
GEORDIE: "Thank you for submitting your photo and resume.
You remind me very much of a young Marilyn Monroe."
Maybe if he'd only seen the photo.
Is there a name?
The Remington Partnership.
Why anyone would want to be famous is beyond me.
Life's not your own.
All that money and adoration must be terrible.
(coins jingling) Look who's got his hand in the till.
Can I help you?
(coins clattering) Turn out your pockets.
What happened to the presumption of innocence, hm?
(opens door) You were saying?!
♪ ♪ Matt, stop!
(heavy breathing): Give me one good reason why I shouldn't give up on you.
(Matt jumps down) I think he just gave you two.
(breathing heavily) (men grunting, punching) (door closes) A rat always finds its way back to the nest.
Not helpful, Geordie.
VIC: What's going on?
Caught him stealing from the cinema till.
Crawling with bobbies after last night.
Not exactly brain of Britain.
Oh Matt, you didn't, did ya?
Win some, lose some.
If only my job was always this easy.
I don't understand.
Why are you doing this?
You like it here.
Why are you throwing it all away?
(handcuffs click) VIC (sighing): Look...
If anyone's to blame, it's me.
It's the running costs of this place, they're through the roof and... We've been rowing in front of the boys, haven't we, love?
Matthew did it for us.
GEORDIE: Where's the money?
I threw it away.
You threw it away?
Nice try, Vic.
Wait, can we at least discuss this?
Matthew Butler, I'm arresting you for larceny.
See you later then.
♪ ♪ Are things that bad?
I didn't want to burden you.
We're friends, Vic.
(sighing): Well, they're pretty bad.
Will Geordie let Matt go if we pay the cinema back?
(birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (places bills down) ♪ ♪ It was in Matthew's locker.
I'm assuming it's all there.
This doesn't change anything.
But if the cinema gets their money back...
It's up to the Beaumont if they want to press charges.
So have a word with them.
(knock at door, door opens) Boss, Mr. and Mrs. Chapman here for the I.D.
Bring them through.
And chase up the Yanks!
But don't hold your breath.
Jack, Mrs. C, thanks for coming in.
Far be it from me to shirk a public duty.
Right, Mrs. C, if you'd like to follow me.
What, on my own?
It was only you that saw the suspect.
Why don't I come with her?
Provide some moral support.
It's not how it works, Jack.
I'd like that very much.
I promise I won't say a word.
If you recognize the gentleman that broke your window, I'd like you to tap him on the shoulder.
Don't worry, I'm here.
(closes door) No.
No, too tall.
No, too portly.
♪ ♪ That's the brute.
I'd recognize him anywhere.
♪ ♪ JACK: I take it we're finished here?
♪ ♪ (door hinges squeak) ♪ ♪ (Geordie sighing) We'll need a full statement from you before we can press charges.
That won't be necessary.
For an act of wanton vandalism?
The poor man looks deluded, Sylvia.
You ask me, he's in need of medical attention, not incarceration.
It's the Christian thing to do.
Whatever you think best.
Well, if you change your mind.
The matter's closed, Inspector.
(clock ticking) (indistinct chatter, telephone ringing) Mrs. C claims her window was broken at 8:15.
Wyatt was murdered at around 8:10.
I mean even Roger Bannister can't be in two places at once.
But what about the medal in Wyatt's pocket?
Well, perhaps Tariq's telling the truth.
Perhaps he just dropped it and Wyatt picked it up.
We don't have enough to hold him at this rate.
Humphrey Bogart would've had this case wrapped up in two hours.
Boss, I contacted the American embassy.
Not a dickie bird.
So, I spoke to The Beaumont's head office.
Got a hold of Wyatt's sister's address.
She lives just up the road in Kettering.
The only photo she had of him.
Parents died when he was five.
They lost touch for a while.
Taken into different children's homes.
So Wyatt's not even American.
Didn't believe a word of it.
Larry was like a guppy at feeding time.
People believe what they want to believe.
Probably charging all those women through the nose for his "Hollywood connections."
I can't stop thinking about the teddy bear.
What, fond memories of private school?
You saw Wyatt's room.
All that memorabilia, it was like a film set.
This teddy bear's the last piece of his old life.
So, I don't think Wyatt was a conman.
I think he was a fantasist.
It's hardly a charmed childhood, is it?
Lose both your parents, parted from your sister.
Suddenly your identity's gone.
So why not invent something you can be proud of?
Financially or not, he still conned those women.
Or he wanted them to believe in the best version of themselves.
You're sounding more and more like Vic.
There are worse things.
Right, we'll speak with the Blonde Bombshell in the morning.
And what about Matthew?
What about him?
Nothing like a night in the cells to focus the mind.
(door opens, keys jingling) (keys jingling, door closes) I was locked in here once.
Geordie was the one who arrested me.
If you say so.
Yeah, it's true.
Been friends ever since.
Why steal money and then throw it away, Matt?
Do you know what I think it is?
I expected too much of you.
No one can change overnight.
Yeah... that's it.
You expected too much of me.
Tell your friend I've got nothing to say.
(bangs on door) (lock turns, door opens) (keys jingling, door closes) (door opens, Cathy sighs) Come on.
(door closes) Here we are!
Where have you been?
Oh, sorry, lost track of the time.
You could've called from a phone box.
Oh, we had to run for the bus.
Oh, the girls loved splashing about in the water, didn't want to come home.
It was so embarrassing.
Singing on the bus.
Everybody loves "It's A Long Way to Tipperary."
ESME: Everyone was staring at us.
And then David went missing.
I turned my back for a moment... Dora and Ivy were crying.
I didn't know what to do.
Just like your mother.
Don't... you... dare.
(door opens) GEORDIE: Hello?
Go on upstairs.
Come on, David.
(footsteps ascending) Hello, love.
How was your day?
It was fine.
♪ ♪ OFFICER (voiceover): Wait there, Mr. Hassan.
♪ ♪ (sighs) (sighs) I want a word with you.
(exhales) You must be famished.
Here you go.
Miss Granger, sorry to bother you again.
What is it this time?
Did Mr. Rogers solicit money from you for arranging them?
He took 'em with his camera.
Wyatt knew I didn't have two farthings to rub together.
None of us do.
(inhales) Edwin doesn't even get a wage.
He works here for nothing?
You think head office would let that bag of nerves near the public?
Wyatt let him watch all the films for free.
Such a big heart.
Even gave him this medal he found.
Reckoned it might be worth something down the pawn shop.
♪ ♪ (cutlery scraping) How do you know my husband?
I didn't come down with the last shower, Mr. Hassan.
My father was stationed in Amritsar.
Mr. Chapman was a civil servant attached to the Military Evacuation Organization.
Jack was in India?
During the Partition, yes.
(places cutlery down) The British divided our country with the stroke of a pen.
Do you know what it's like to find yourself an enemy in your own country?
I can't say that I do.
I was only 12 years old.
The roads were run with blood-- uncles, aunties, school friends, butchered like cattle.
All in the name of religion.
I'm sorry, but what's this got to do with Jack?
There were more refugees than trains to carry them.
Mr. Chapman commandeered a truck, drove families across the border.
For a price.
They keep their value, you see.
Are you sure you've got the right man?
Father was separated from us.
My mother pleaded with Mr. Chapman to wait a few minutes, but he could not.
My mother gave him her emerald ring as payment to make the extra journey.
It was her engagement ring.
We heard a rumor that my father was murdered before he could get to the truck.
I want to know if that's true.
I need to know!
So you can stop looking.
♪ ♪ I'm sorry for the window.
But your husband refused to talk to me.
He knew you were here?
I'm so sorry, Mr. Hassan.
♪ ♪ Please give this to your mother.
I hope it's of some consolation to her.
♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (hinges squeak loudly) What's this?
I should have consulted you yesterday.
You were right.
We should have called the men in white coats when we had the chance.
Sylvia, what's happened?
I spoke to him.
He told me about his mother's ring.
You gave it to him?
You told me it was an heirloom.
JACK: And if I'd told you the truth?
What good would that have done?
India was a different time... different rules.
What about Tariq's father?
He didn't make it.
And you still kept his wife's ring?
Knowing full well...
I decided to give her some hope.
You lied to her!
♪ ♪ (voice breaking): You lied to me.
(door opens) (footsteps retreating, door closes) How do you feel about Betsey Granger, Edwin?
You couldn't do enough for her the night Wyatt was killed.
Are you in love with her?
(shaky breath) GEORDIE: Betsey's a real pin up.
Every young lad's dream.
Did you find out about their relationship?
Were you jealous, Edwin, is that it?
What did you do, son?
(whimpering) I just put the medal in his pocket, that's all.
You set out to frame an innocent man.
WILL: You lied about seeing Tariq Hassan that night.
Wyatt was already dead when I got there, I swear.
(shaky breathing) (weeping): Oh God, there was so much blood.
(sobbing) (continues sobbing) (telephone ringing) What a waste.
Thrown his life away for the sake of a schoolboy crush.
No, Edwin's not in love with Betsey.
He's in love with the idea of her.
Ah, they're all as bad as each other.
I mean, fantasists, the lot of them.
Wyatt lived in a flipping film set for God's sake.
Everything in his life was a prop.
Wait a minute, wait...
Well, the name means nothing to you or me.
But what if you worked in a typing pool?
♪ ♪ (flash pops) (flash pops) ♪ ♪ When are you going to learn?
ELLIE: For your information, Betsey contacted me.
I didn't mean to cause any trouble.
I just want the world to know what a good man Wyatt was.
Despite the fact he lied to you, Miss Granger?
Lied to me?
GEORDIE: The letter.
It was a fake.
WILL: So was Wyatt.
He wasn't a screenwriter.
He wasn't even American.
But you knew that already.
No, I loved him.
WILL: No, you didn't.
It's the fame you love.
Hence this little "kiss and tell" circus.
Not quite Tinseltown but I suppose the local rag will suffice.
The agent's letter.
You found him out, didn't you?
You'd worked in a typing pool, so recognized the name.
You realized there was no Hollywood agent.
♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Wyatt was your dream ticket, but he sold you a fantasy and you fell for it.
(breathing heavily) WILL: You must have been so angry.
You felt he'd taken you for a fool.
(shouting) (drops bat) (whimpers) GEORDIE: You confronted Wyatt in the projection booth.
Gave him the same treatment you gave his typewriter.
And do you know what he said?
He said it didn't matter!
That he'd fly me to Hollywood anyway.
Pay a visit to some agents like, like some door-to-door salesman.
♪ ♪ BETSEY (voiceover): He stood there... beaming at me... You lied to me.
BETSEY (voiceover): ...like it was some big adventure.
You're such a drama queen.
♪ ♪ (grunts) (Wyatt's body thuds) You switched the reels.
It's hardly rocket science.
You'd think you need a Ph.D. the way Wyatt waxed on about it.
He was dying on the floor and all you could think about was buying yourself enough time to get an alibi.
WILL: Edwin must've seen you come from the projection booth.
He tried to cover it up for you.
Because he thought he was in love.
(groans) As if I'd give him a second glance.
Pervy little creep.
Betsey Granger... Oh!
I'm arresting you for the murder of Wyatt Rogers.
That man took my dreams from me!
Oh, come on, you're no fool, Betsey.
You believed him because you wanted to.
Oh, it's a crummy world we live in, Vicar.
Nothing wrong with a bit of harmless fantasy now and then.
Ah, you can have that one for free.
It's Betsey with an "E", by the way.
Well, she's tenacious, I'll give her that.
That's the problem with modern women.
They know what they want.
(inhaling): My first front page scoop.
(exhales) Will I be in it?
I'll be kind.
How does "Grantchester's most eligible vicar" sound?
Well, I'm Grantchester's only vicar.
Perhaps we need to discuss alternatives over a drink.
(keys jingling) Get off me!
Mm... (inhales) It's not much of a dressing room... but it'll have to do.
(keys jingling, door slams shut) (lock turns) ♪ ♪ (sighs) This is your lucky day.
Mr. Davenport seems intent on saving your soul.
You owe this man your gratitude.
And... ...some money.
But try not to steal in front of a policeman next time.
(sighs) It was Inspector Keating who spoke to the Beaumont head office.
VIC: Thanks, Keatsy.
Only because you twisted my arm.
VIC: I don't know what we'd do without you, Will.
Honestly, yeah, we'd be lost.
Oh, I don't know about that.
(chuckles) Come to dinner at ours tonight.
She does a mean steak pie.
Ah, sorry... previous engagement.
Round two with Ellie?
I couldn't possibly comment.
MARIE: Another time then.
WILL: I'd love that.
I meant to say good work.
You've just earned yourself a pint.
(jazz music playing) (exhales) I didn't think this was your cup of tea at all.
Hm, there's a lot of things you don't know about me.
("A Date With You" by Franck Sarkissian playing) Kettering?
The Yank was from Kettering?
The whole thing was a total fabrication.
Still, Betsey with an "E" is right.
Nothing wrong with a harmless fantasy now and then.
(quietly): Who said anything about harmless?
♪ And never say goodbye ♪ ♪ A sweet romantic bliss ♪ ♪ And make you smile ♪ ♪ I want a song to play ♪ ♪ And hear your love is here to stay ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Just you and me under the pale moonlight ♪ ♪ Together dancing ♪ ♪ Up all night ♪ ♪ The warmth of your body ♪ ♪ Against my heart ♪ ♪ Dancing together forever.
♪ ELLIE: Where are we going?
(music continues playing in the distance) (exhales) Is this off the record?
If you want it to be.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Don't stop.
Don't stop for God's sake!
♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Will!
(breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Faith is the glue that binds us to God.
Faith is about trust.
But beware who or what you put your faith in.
♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): Faith in a fantasy is destructive.
(flash clicks) ♪ ♪ Faith without question closes our eyes to the truth.
(shuts box) Living a lie can only end in sorrow.
♪ ♪ Being honest with ourselves is often the most painful path.
♪ ♪ When we fail to acknowledge the truth, we lie.
♪ ♪ And when we lie, we fall, and we take God with us.
(clicks) (panting) ELLIE: I got a story about a student running naked through town shouting that aliens had landed.
Chris is on a trial studying the effects of a new chemical.
ADLER: I've used LSD on myself.
It's God in a bottle.
You know my situation.
It gets less and less clear the longer I know you.
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