Grantchester (2014) s06e07 Episode Script

Series 6, Episode 7

1 DANIEL: Dear Leonard I woke up this morning and, for a brief moment forgot you weren't there.
Then it all came flooding back.
Oi, move! I'll do you! Urgh! DANIEL: I was prepared to miss you.
Just not this much.
Time stands still.
Everything's hollow.
I long to hear from you.
Urgh! DANIEL: Will you write just once? I can't rest until I know how you are.
I wish we could swap places.
It should be me in there.
Your friend D.
LEONARD: "If we say that we have not sinned "then we make him a liar "and his word is not in us.
" And God's word is not in us.
What do you make of it? We must face our sins or there'll be no room in our hearts for God.
Very well put.
The thing is I think I started to believe that what I was doing that it wasn't really a sin.
If we don't address our sins, then they only fester and we can't hope to realise the life God wants for us.
BELL RINGS DOOR OPENS I'm truly grateful for your time, Chaplain.
Oh, and I for yours.
Usually, inmates only come here to steal the communion wine.
Bring your sins into the light, Mr Finch.
Into the light.
A pint of your finest, please, Tina.
Evening, Officer.
- One pint, then I'm off home.
- Absolutely.
One pint.
- TINA: I'll bring them over.
- Thanks.
Thank you.
MUSIC: 'Willie And The Hand Jive' by Johnny Otis And do that crazy hand jive, too LAST ORDERS BELL RINGS Papa told Willie, "You'll ruin my home" Come on, it's closing time! "You and that hand jive Has got to go" Out! Willie said "Papa, don't you put me down" Oh, come on! Hand jive Hand jive Doin' that crazy hand jive HE GROANS - Know what day it is? - Hm? It's Tuesday.
The year's 1958 and the monarch is Queen Liz.
There's nothing wrong with these brain cells.
Only cos they're pickled.
Out with Johnny, were you? Er, no.
May I? My mother always says, "There's no greater disappointment in life "than having to eat alone.
" Though I suspect she was talking about filet mignon at the Ritz, rather than whatever this is.
- Leonard.
- Oh The homosexual curate.
Did they catch you in flagrante? No.
I was in a club.
The police raided it.
They were decent enough to wait until I found my apparel before they arrested me.
Look, don't worry.
Practically everyone in here's a fairy.
Didn't you realise? Even if they weren't before they likely will be by the time they leave.
For every pansy who walks in, two walk out.
It's a veritable breeding ground in here.
Interesting sartorial choice.
Dining unshod.
I misplaced my shoes.
Joe stole them.
Oh, he's not a bad chap beneath it all.
You are joking.
Are you eating that? No.
This is a statement of intent.
Our mission, if you will.
Mission? Sounds daunting.
I've divided it into six categories.
Service to community.
Parish organisation.
- Discipleship? - Discipleship.
Civic duty and maintaining a worshipful life.
You've just rewritten the Bible, Henry.
Don't you ever stop? Read a book, watch television.
- It's your television.
- It's yours, too.
Mi casa, su casa.
Technically, "su casa" is the church's casa.
It's your home, too.
And I want you to feel happy there.
And relaxed.
Some of the time at least.
She's back.
And she's cooking eggs in my kitchen! Hello, Billy.
Hello, handsome chap.
Over easy or sunny-side up? - Darling Amelia chucked me out.
- What did you do? Oh, of course.
It must be something that I've done! I'm homeless.
Oh, come on.
Doesn't the church have an obligation to protect me? No.
Esmeralda claimed sanctuary in Notre-Dame and hunchback simply had to help her.
Come on, say that again! - Hey, Daniel, Daniel, calm down - Get off me.
Bloody nutcase.
Get out of here! - What did he say? - It's always blackmail.
- Easy pickings with the village pansy.
- Daniel Everyone knows, don't you? - You all know, don't you?! - Daniel! Go home.
Why won't he write to me? - Hi, son.
- Oh, sit down, Dad.
Darling! SHE CHUCKLES Oh, have you lost weight? You ought to market it to your pals.
"The incarceration diet.
" You look well.
Geordie sends his regards.
Mrs C, Jack.
How's the new curate? Well, he's not you.
Be kind to him.
It's terrifying when you're new.
I, er I saw Daniel.
Why won't you write to him? I have to take this time to reflect on my situation my failings.
Your failings? What failings? You don't deserve to be in here.
Don't you dare start thinking that.
But I am here, Will.
And if I'm going to survive this - WOMAN: Elroy - No! - Elroy, sit down, please.
- No! - Please - WARDEN: Calm down now.
Come on.
- DOORS OPENS - GEORDIE: Will's here.
Happy anniversary.
- You forgot.
- CATHY: He forgot.
Happy anniversary.
Oh, you shouldn't have! I will, er, leave you to it.
Well, may as well have a pint while you're here.
You don't mind, do you, love? Marriage is a form of slavery.
Hardly worth celebrating anyway.
And you're in my bad books, too.
Don't send him home rolling drunk tonight.
It's like Leonard's just given up.
Like the spirit's gone out of him.
Incarceration will do that to a man.
All you have is endless fear and endless time to dwell on it.
- How did you cope? - Hm? In Burma, as a POW.
Ah, you find a way.
Perhaps you could speak to Leonard.
Advise him.
The last thing he wants is me boring him with war stories.
You have some understanding of what he's going through.
No Another? You're buying.
Joe? BELL RINGS RINGING CONTINUES - Elroy - Get help! Get the Governor! Get Milton now! I didn't do it.
They'll say it was me.
But I didn't do it.
No, it wasn't me! - It wasn't me! No! - Come here.
It wasn't me! BELL CONTINUES TO RING If you have information on the demise of Mr Hastings, as your Governor, I ask that you report it to myself.
Myself only.
Speculation and rumour will not be tolerated.
Nor will any kind of unrest.
We have our man.
He will be dealt with as I see fit.
Back to their cells.
WARDEN: You heard the Governor, back inside.
Mr Milton Sir Joe protested his innocence.
- I believe him.
- Do you hear that, Reverend? The degenerate believes the murderer.
You said come to you.
With information.
Not maudlin theories concocted by a pervert.
Elroy was found in the bath.
Face down, fully clothed.
Do you know why Joe's here? He killed his own mother.
He drowned her in the bath face down, fully clothed.
All we can do now is pray.
Men! Useless, the lot of them.
Oh, we don't have the monopoly on uselessness.
Look, how about I throw you an anniversary party? We could all do with some cheering up.
We'll make it a surprise, shall we? Well, Geordie can't forget if he doesn't know about it.
Men! Oh, here Read this.
It'll change your life.
The Second Sex.
You can say it out loud.
"Simon de Beaver".
Is it a sequel? I haven't read the first one.
TELEPHONE RINGS Don't you dare! His holiness the Reverend Billy's residence.
- Sinner or saint? - It's Leonard.
Leonard, how are you? Is it terribly grim? Give it here! Leonard? Will, I need your help.
Joseph Davies killed his own mother.
Nasty little bastard.
- And now he kills Elroy Hastings? - He confessed to it.
I heard it with my own ears.
- Like I say, he's a nasty little - Yeah, we get the picture, Mr Milton.
- Were the two men at odds? - No more than most.
But if you put a group of deviants in an enclosed space, something like this is bound to happen eventually.
May we see Joe? He's in confinement.
KEY RATTLES IN THE LOCK Here, don't! MILTON: You tell these men the God's honest truth now.
Just as you told me.
Joe, I'm a friend of Leonard's.
Give him some space, Will.
You lose all sense of yourself in a place like this.
No up, no down.
No near or far.
Hm? JOE: I don't like the dark.
Well, you tell us what happened, Joe, and I'll get you out of here.
No more darkness.
I didn't do it.
I didn't kill anyone.
I didn't kill anyone.
I didn't What do you mean? - Joe? - Are you spinning lies? I didn't.
Please Well, I can see how you got your confession, Mr Milton.
Did you beat him yourself or did you get someone else to do your dirty work? My men will see you out.
No HE WHIMPERS No! No, you can't leave me, no! Don't leave me! No! Keep a fella in there long enough they always lose their mind.
The bastard was enjoying it.
He was enjoying Joe's suffering.
They can't keep him in there, can they? It's barbaric.
Barbarism's the whole point, Will.
He was telling the truth, don't you think? You might say anything to get out of that place.
What if he's innocent? What if he doesn't belong in there at all? Maybe we should speak to his father.
WARDEN: Ten minutes.
DOOR CLOSES We're trying to piece together a few things, Mr Davies about the night your wife died.
I don't I don't remember much.
They say I had a They say I had a breakdown.
That what I saw I about lost me mind.
The doctor, he made me, erm He made me have electric shock therapy.
But the memories, they they started to come back.
What did you see? I saw my son.
He's holding my Issie under water.
She She She wasn't moving.
He was never a violent boy.
So, you saw what he did? You saw Joe kill your wife? I tried I tried so hard to forget.
I wish I wish I could forget.
Ah, veritas.
- Truth.
- Mm.
What do you think these mean? I don't know, phases of the moon, perhaps.
Sorry to break your reverie, you have a visitor.
My son talked of you fondly.
I have no-one else to turn to, Mr Finch.
I don't see what help I can be.
They told me Elroy died because he was a homosexual.
Rather like it was the punishment he deserved.
- You think he deserved it, too? - No.
No, I just I forget.
Not all of you are like Elroy.
And how's that? At peace.
Certain you don't belong here.
Elroy told me something in confidence.
Information about this place.
I really don't see how I can assist.
Go to the Vicarage at Grantchester.
Ask for Will Davenport.
He'll help you all he can.
You don't deserve to be punished.
WILL: It must be difficult.
A woman of your standing with a son in prison.
Do you think I'm ashamed of him? I've known since Elroy was a little boy who he was, who he'd grow up to be.
I cherished him just the same.
It wasn't him I was ashamed of.
It was everyone else.
This bloody country.
Prudes and hypocrites, the lot of them.
I feel the same, Mrs Hastings.
I really do.
Did Elroy ever mention an inmate, Joseph Davies? Is he the one? At least, that's what they'd want us to believe.
- You think they'd lie? - I'm sure they would.
This information you have is it what upset Elroy when you visited? A man came to the house.
He was friendly at first.
They always are.
Then he stated his real purpose.
I let him know in no uncertain terms to bugger off.
Elroy was furious.
And what would happen if this man didn't get his money? He knew people in prison, he said.
He would make sure Elroy suffered.
I should've just damn well paid him.
That man you had a fight with, he was trying to blackmail you.
They all want money.
And if you didn't pay? He knew someone in prison, he said.
He'd make sure Leonard would suffer.
It was lies.
It's always lies.
- Night, Jonesy.
- Night.
Have a pint for me.
He had a message for you.
Urgh! HE RETCHES He wouldn't pay a measly fiver to make sure that you don't get hurt.
He's washed his hands of you.
All that shame you heaped on him, all that suffering.
Can you really blame him? You brought this on yourself, you know that, don't you? Yes.
Stand up.
Leonard - Are you OK? - I thought he was going to kill me! So, how many inmates have you threatened? I, er utilise them.
- What, just to make a few quid? - Well, they get what they deserve.
And I get to feed my family.
Leonard deserved to be beaten? Prisons are there to punish.
WILL: Prisons are.
You aren't.
Most people would agree with what I do, you know that? You do-gooders wringing your hands.
Did you threaten Elroy's mother? Pansy families are easy money.
Nobody wants that secret coming out.
But she refused to pay.
And she'd told her son what you'd done.
It needs a guard with a key to get to the bathroom.
And you were on duty the night Elroy died.
- Did you beat him? - No.
- Did you drown him, Mr Lynch? - He was alive when I left him.
If I let Joe Davies out and another inmate dies that's on your head.
Joe? Joe HE WHIMPERS Geordie Help me get him up.
I think you meant it.
You didn't kill your mother.
Did you? Geordie Geordie, please HE WHIMPERS We have Lynch in custody.
We'll charge him with Elroy's murder.
If you have anything to say, Joe, now's the time.
He had no right to hurt you, Leonard.
Do not let this place destroy you.
Because if you do, you'll be living this sentence for the rest of your life.
You're only a prisoner when you lose hope.
WILL: Joe Davies was just a child with no history of violence.
It just doesn't add up.
20th October 1950.
An ordinary Friday.
Joe's coming home from school.
It's bath night.
His mother fills the tub and then he kills her.
Nothing provoked it.
There was no argument.
He didn't say a word.
He confessed.
Confessions can be coerced.
Will you stop pushing? Are you all right? I'm fine.
7:30 at the Vicarage, remember.
I remember.
GEORDIE: I thought about Burma today.
I mean, do you ever think about it, Johnny? No.
The first year home, erm I thought about it every waking moment.
I didn't even have to close my eyes and I was back there.
The dark.
The smell.
The walls closing in.
I got to a point where I'd rather drive my car into a tree than think about it any more.
I swerved at the last moment.
And I was sitting there in my wreck of a motor and I realised that that I needed to stop remembering.
- Apologies.
- What for? - It's your study.
- Well, it's your study, too.
You'll be joining us this evening, won't you? I'd really rather not impose.
- Henry - I want to work.
I'm very happy to work.
Well service to the community.
Er, civic duty.
At a push, we could call it discipleship.
There's certainly one person who could do with some guidance.
I refuse to be outnumbered by married folk at this thing.
- I'm engaged, as it happens.
- So, nothing contractual, then.
- You're not invited.
- Henry's invited.
Henry lives here.
You don't.
So, Hen - Can I call you Hen? - I'd really rather you didn't.
LAUGHTER AND CHATTER Let's you and me get blotto, Hen.
Will MUSIC: 'Express Yourself' by Dave Antrell - We've got a gate-crasher.
- Oh, don't worry.
The more the merrier.
I promise, I am exceedingly merry.
- Is she tipsy? - Always.
- You look wonderful.
- Aw, bless you! Geordie had better get here quick, mind.
This corset is liable to do me a mischief.
"A corset is the imprisonment of the feminine.
" - Oh, she's off again.
- CATHY CHUCKLES Oh Do you like it? It's, erm, photos of us throughout the years.
I, er, made the cover from my wedding dress.
Oh, it was just mouldering in the attic.
It's silly really, but He'll love it.
GEORDIE: It was meeting Cathy.
That's when it all changed.
- Ah, she's quite a girl.
- Mm.
- That woman.
- Hm.
That amazing woman.
I envy what you have.
Do you ever remember their names, the other fellas in the camp? Er, no.
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of their faces.
Jacky Wade, was it? A little fella.
They beat the hell out of him, but it was dysentery that got him in the end.
WARDEN: Lights out! Turn the lights back on.
Turn the lights back on.
- Joe? - Turn the lights back on.
HE PANTS AND GASPS It's all right.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
See? I'll stay awake until you go to sleep, how's that? Lynch wasn't the one.
He didn't kill Elroy.
Well, who did? You can tell me.
Yeah, and who will you tell? They don't want to hear the truth! No-one does! - Turn the lights back on! - WARDEN: Hey, keep it down! Turn the lights back on! - Joe - No! I need to speak to the Chaplain! Hey, hey, hey! Hey, there he is.
Are you drunk? Just a tiny, tiny bit.
Oh, God Remember, it's a surprise.
Shh Shh-shh-shh-shh.
I won't tell a soul.
Surprise! ALL: Happy anniversary! You lovely lot.
- Oops! - Hey - And Cathy? - She's over there.
Ah How many have you had? Just a Right, a toast.
To Cathy.
I met her at a railway station.
You know, you're just as beautiful now as you were back then.
And She saved me.
She doesn't know it, but she did.
She saved me.
You did, my darling.
Yeah, I met her at a railway station.
- You've already said that Geordie.
- Hm? To Cathy! Cathy.
How can I help you, Leonard? If an innocent man were in this prison how would one go about setting him free? I take it this isn't a theoretical question.
Joe wants you to believe he's not guilty.
You want to believe it, too, because you'd rather not face up to sin.
Those who can't confront sin can't hope to be saved.
This is not about sin.
This is about a young man's liberty.
Are you raising your voice to me? Sorry.
I can count on your help with communion tomorrow, I take it? Of course.
SAFE LOCK CLICKS OPEN Five, six nine, four, two.
Geordie, Geordie Maybe have some water.
- I don't want water.
- You can barely stand up as it is.
Oh, nag, nag.
Nag, nag, nag, nag! The problem with you is you think you know everything.
But you don't know anything.
- You don't - Geordie! Cathy did all of this for you.
Now, try showing some appreciation.
- Dance with me, Billy.
- Go home! Georgie, I demand you spin me.
- Whoops! I'm in trouble.
Naughty Georgie.
I'm sending you home.
- Is Daddy sick? - Daddy's fine.
Don't worry.
Hey, Cathy, wait.
I'll get me coat.
Don't ever do that again.
Not in front of them.
HE SNORES HE SIGHS You've, er, not had the best impression of us, have you? Since Leonard's departure, things have been a little off kilter.
I've not been good enough.
And I'm sorry.
I just, erm I miss him.
I miss Leonard.
I miss my family, too.
Very much.
Well, I know it's not quite the same.
But we could be your family.
If you're willing to accept us.
Please tell me that doesn't make Tamara my sister.
Well, I thought that was pretty successful.
- Do you think she'll ever forgive me? - If you're lucky.
You know, if you ever want to confide in someone it's sort of what I do for a living.
- I'm fine, Will.
- Oh, I know, you're always fine.
At least, you say you are, even when it's bloody obvious you're not.
WILL SIGHS It was Esme that got me.
It wasn't that she was angry.
It It was that she was so responsible.
Comforting the kids and and her mum.
She shouldn't have to do that.
She shouldn't have to feel responsible.
When it comes to their parents children always do.
- Two.
"Matricide by drowning.
"Father, Arthur Davies.
Unemployed, unlikely to provide.
"Leonard Finch, homosexual.
"Daniel Marlowe, photographer, may provide.
"Elroy Hastings, homosexual.
"Mother, Sophie.
Could yield plenty.
" Lynch was the muscle.
He did your dirty work.
Did you split the money? HE SCOFFS Elroy realised it was you behind it all.
You killed him.
Argh! Guard! That man just struck me! - I didn't! I didn't! - Take him to solitary.
I didn't! I didn't hit him! I didn't! Did she have a wedding ring, your wife? Yes.
WILL: But not here.
Why would she take it off? My wife wouldn't part with hers for love nor money.
Was she leaving you, Arthur? I don't know.
You pushed her in the water.
You held her down.
Arthur, you remember.
- I don't want to.
- But you have to.
For Joe.
You owe him this.
- I don't want to think of it.
- All right, Will - You held her there.
You watched her die.
- Oh! - And you let Joe take the blame.
- No God! Why did I do it? HE SOBS DOOR OPENS Joe wasn't responsible for his mother's death.
That's conclusive, is it? He wasn't responsible for Elroy's, either.
- Well, I have to say, I'm surprised.
- What, Joe drowns his mother, therefore he must have drowned Elroy? - The killings were identical.
- Only, Joe didn't drown his mother.
Which means Elroy's death was a set-up.
- Something to get Joe framed.
- And it had to be done by someone who knew every single detail of the lie Joe told.
Someone he confessed to.
I am a man of God.
A man of God or playing God? To everyone it seemed like Milton was weak.
That he turned a blind eye to the rot in this place.
But you were the rot, Chaplain.
And Elroy was going to tell everyone what kind of outfit you run here.
And you couldn't let that happen.
And now you had to find someone to blame.
DOOR CLOSES I'll buy you a new album, how about that? HE SIGHS I'll buy you a new camera, if that's what it takes.
Get off! You were with Johnny, weren't you? I don't like him, Geordie.
I do like him.
I just don't like who he turns you into.
Do we have to do this now? So angry.
Been reading that book again, eh? Let's talk in the morning.
Let's do it.
Well, go on, off you go.
What do you want to talk about? Do you want to talk about the marriage? The kids, what? What do you talk about with Johnny? Oh, you want me to go over that, do you? The prison camp.
You want to dig up that shit and make me wade through it? You want to make me remember so you can feel good, is that it? I can't remember the last time I felt good.
Come on Come on! Every time you mess up, you expect me to forgive you.
You get drunk, you embarrass me, I forgive you.
- You have an affair, I forgive you.
- We're back to that, are we? Yes, we are back to that.
It doesn't just stop, because you want it to.
I'll go, then, shall I? Is that what you want? - Oh, I hate it when you're like this.
- Don't walk away.
- Don't walk away from me! - Go on, then! All of us are flawed.
We all make mistakes.
We here know that better than anyone.
Others may forgive us our foibles.
Forgiving ourselves is ever so much harder.
If we can't absolve ourselves what kind of life does that leave us? One mired in pain in self-loathing.
If God can forgive us our trespasses, we must, too.
Forgive yourself and let him cleanse you from your pain.
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