WOMAN: Arthur Evans.

He's trying to do me in.

How would you feel about marrying us in Grantchester?

Have you been a curate before?

No.

What we have to consider is the matter of intent.

SIDNEY: If this was murder, she knew her attacker.

Gotcha!

James Norton and Robson Green

star in "Grantchester."

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

Tonight on Masterpiece Mystery!

(thunder rumbling)

(woman wailing)

Excl ♫♫

Don't feel obliged to say yes.

Say anything you want to us.

Honestly, we can take it.

GUY: Amanda didn't even want to ask you in the first place.

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 honor.

GUY: See?

(laughs happily)

You have 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.

(chuckles)

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.

(jazz record playing)

(birds chirping)

(front door slams shut)

MRS. MAGUIRE:Morning!

Uh... just a minute!

(footsteps approaching)

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!

(dog barking)

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 my 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'll be a surprise to you.

She isn't one to mince her words.

I can tell.

Uh...

That man in there, Arthur Evans.

He's a rotten apple.

Mr. Finch.

Mr. Finch!

We very much hope to be married.

(man chuckles)

We've resolved to be married.

Resolved.

That's right, Arthur.

We're resolved.

ARTHUR: I understand we've only known each other a few months...

Seven months.

Seven months since I...

...started work at the chemist's.

(both laugh)

When you know, you know, don't you?

It would be my honor.

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?

(quietly sobbing)

I'm sorry.

If you have any misgivings...

It's not her with the misgivings.

Mum?

You have a visitor.

Hello, Mrs. Livingstone.

How about some nice soup?

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's 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's 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.

(footsteps)

It's a little on the hot side.

I love him, Mum.

You don't know him.

If it is a mistake, it's Isabel's to make.

You do not know him.

I can't stay here.

I can't breathe.

Oh...!

(bowl clattering)

This is what she's like.

This is what I have to put up with.

When I was little,

she used to pinch me when I slept.

She said it was because she was scared.

She wanted to check I was still breathing.

You should've seen the bruises.

I love him.

(groans)

Mum?

Mama?

I'm sorry.

Mum?

I...

I'm sorry.

Oh, well.

I'm not sure even Jesus himself

would have a way with your mother.

I'll visit again tomorrow.

Every day, I'll...

I'll bore her to tears if that's what it takes.

(sighs)

There'll be a way, Is.

There's always a way.

Thank you.

Mr.

Chambers!

Miss Sheppard.

Have you heard?

The tap.

Begonias are in an awful fix.

I do like my displays to be perfect.

Flowers make people happy,

don't you think?

Medicine for the soul.

Were you visiting my sister?

Attempting to, yes.

Oh, dear.

Remember: the tap.

The tap, absolutely.

MRS. MAGUIRE: 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'd say that was 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...

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, it's one pint.

I'm not drinking.

Spoilsport.

What's this?

It's from Hildegard Staunton.

The German?

Geordie!

"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.

Oh, bollocks.

(sarcastically): 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.

(door opens)

That new fella of yours-- the pansy.

He's just made an entrance.

You are needed.

As a matter of urgency.

Mr.

Chambers...

Is it my sister?

Gladys, perhaps you should come upstairs.

Oh, dear.

No.

No, I...

I don't think so.

Wake up, Mum!

Isabel...

Wake up!

Stop it.

(crying)

(tap squeaking)

ISABEL: Wake up, mum!

Wake up.

Wake up!

(gunshots)

SIDNEY: Get down, Sandy!

Get down!

(panting)

Morning!

How's Isabel?

Sleeping.

Finally.

In regard to what we were discussing...

The wedding?

We'll not make an announcement

before the funeral, obviously.

You'd like to go ahead with it?

As soon as possible.

If you can keep it under your hat until then.

Of course.

To announce it now when we should be in mourning,

well, it wouldn't look right, would it?

(door opens)

Rotten to the core.

I'm not getting involved.

Tea, Mr. Finch?

I say let the world go to hell,

but I should 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.

MRS. MAGUIRE: He had something to do with it.

I know he did.

You just have to look at him.

SIDNEY: 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, uh...

...helped on her way?

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

So you found no reason to think otherwise?

NURSE: Um...

Mr.

Fielding's 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.

GEORDIE: 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?

Well, it's just that

we don't often see the likes of you

in these less than congenial surroundings.

You didn't perform a postmortem?

She's been dying for years.

And the body's been released?

Well, I sincerely hope so.

The cremation's 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.

ARTHUR: No point dragging it out

when we've got the wedding to think of.

Who was with her when she died?

No one-- I was out.

I know that sometimes when those close to you die,

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.

She gave me life.

Such as it was.

Arthur...

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.

(bells chiming)

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 an 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?

You didn't think to press the matter?

I wasn't consulted.

Dear Izzy, she's had such a lot to contend with.

(door opens and closes)

It simply slipped her mind.

(footsteps)

Sidney.

I don't suppose you had any notes?

My sermon.

Oh, uh...

No, none.

None whatsoever?

Uh, it was very...

Uh...

...pithy.

Excellent.

You have allayed my fears.

(door opens)

Reporting for duty, sir.

Amanda!

Guy's 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?

LEONARD: 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...

(laughing quietly)

to one of the most fascinating and major alternatives

to the categorical imperative:

Jeremy Bentham's means-end theory of morality.

Utilitarianism.

(chuckling)

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?

MRS. MAGUIRE: 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.

I like philosophy.

Wisdom isn't always to be found in books.

I like books.

They're so much less terrifying than people.

Not all of them are truly terrifying.

Apart from Mrs. Maguire.

Take Dickens with you.

He always gets people talking.

If things get tricky,

he's an excellent excuse to leave.

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.

Poor Leonard.

Poor, poor Leonard.

What is Jeremy Bentham's means-end theory?

(chuckles)

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.

Someone's been gossiping.

No one's been gossiping.

Aunt Gladys.

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?

At my age.

Arthur said he was over the moon.

That's where I keep the housekeeping.

There was over three pounds.

My jewelry's gone too.

Where is he?

Last night, we had a restaurant booked.

I waited ever such a long time.

Dickens, what are you doing here?

Dickens!

Come here.

Sidney!

Sidney!

Miss Sheppard?

LEONARD: The door was open, so I just...

I didn't think.

Everyone's 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.

JARVIS: No bruising.

No sign of a struggle.

If this was murder, she knew her attacker.

JARVIS: Well, it's possible.

Death would've 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.

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've listened.

GEORDIE: 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?

Uh, Arthur Evans...

Or Smith... Grant...?

Whoa, just take your time, Atkins.

We found his car.

GEORDIE: 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!

(dogs barking)

Stay down.

Jesus!

All this for a bit of cheap jewelry?

I marry for the money.

I take what I can and move on.

I don't hurt people.

I don't kill.

So.

How'd 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's 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'll be the making of her.

Maybe now that bitch

of a mum's gone, she can be happy.

Will you tell her...

...it wasn't all lies?

Will you tell her...

(sighs)

Never mind.

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.

SIDNEY: 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.

Isabel.

Mr. Evans wanted you to know how sorry he is.

He really did love you.

Tell me, Mr.

Chambers, what do you know of love?

Didn't fancy the wake?

Too many people to avoid.

I, um...

I used to be a choir boy here.

Sang the solo at midnight mass every year

till 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, uh...

Thank you.

(door opens)

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?

Uh, 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's 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.

(doorbell buzzing)

You were just a boy, Jack.

So...

Isabel 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.

Gladys was fine.

I left her to visit an old pal of mine,

but, well, she was fine.

Well, if that's the case, we won't keep you for long.

Now you've gone and done it.

I wasn't prepared,

I don't think.

The constant knocking at the door,

the people to talk to...

No quiet reflection.

Not a bit of it.

If I'm honest,

I wasn't prepared to see death.

No one ever is.

I don't know how you do it, Sidney.

There's no mystery to it.

I thought about giving up endless times in the beginning.

I did, honestly.

But for every funeral, every sick child,

every tiresome knock at the door,

there's a wedding or a christening

or a quiet chat by the fireside

about the status of the priesthood.

It's life we deal in, Leonard.

The good, the bad,

all the grey areas in between.

Not so good with the grey areas.

It's how we face them that matters.

And running away isn't really facing them at all.

Sometimes in life,

you just have to get on with things.

GEORDIE: Do 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's this self-restraint gonna last?

Because frankly, you're no fun anymore.

What's this?

Be a busman's holidayfor 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?

We'll let him go.

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

My money's still on the girl and her fella.

Postmortem came back.

Potassium chloride.

So how are you finding things?

You made any... friends?

Not friends, exactly.

Everyone's 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 her sister's either.

Exactly.

They let them in.

They trusted the killer with their lives.

(knocking)

It's open.

(door opens)

Mr. Jarvis.

We're closed.

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

SIDNEY: Here.

And again.

And again.

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.

(door opens)

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 his 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've 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 agonizing pain.

It's an extraordinary thing.

In those final moments,

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

GEORDIE: 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's different.

You know it's different.

Did you kill, Geordie?

What do you think?

(sighs)

One for the road?

It's good to have you back.

♫♫

(vacuum cleaner humming)

(vacuum cleaner stops)

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, uh...

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've lied.

We wouldn't have been any of the wiser.

(footsteps)

I hear we're in for a treat.

Leonard's second coming.

(laughs)

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.

SIDNEY: 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.

Next time on Masterpiece Mystery!...

Shall I take him in, sir?

Go ahead.

Geordie, he didn't do anything.

Please don't let my dad find out.

It will destroy him.

I'm not the one in the wrong.

SIDNEY: You're not thinking straight.

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

If you didn't have God on your side,

I'd tell you where to get off, Mr.

Chambers.

"Grantchester," next time on Masterpiece Mystery!

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