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This one's my favourite.
Jeremiah, Isaiah, with a tremendous beard, and Elijah.
The scroll depicts the flaming chariot
upon which he ascended to heaven.
When I first came here,
I was arrogant enough to see it as a sign.
It was me speeding into Grantchester on my motorbike.
Whereas now I feel more like Icarus plummeting back to Earth.
Icarus, from the Greeks?
Exactly.
I can't even keep things Biblical now.
Are you all right?
I'm sorry. It's been a difficult few weeks.
I've had some liaisons I'm not entirely proud of.
With... women?
With a woman engaged to be married.
And a widow and a mother who deserves so much more.
I need to abstain from love for a while.
I'm not exactly the best example
for someone exploring a future in the church.
But God forgives everything... if we turn to him.
Yes, but it's also up to us to respond to his forgiveness,
through repentance, atonement,
and making sure it never happens again.
I'm sorry you had to walk in on a situation like that.
I can imagine you're feeling confused, humiliated, angry...
and I can't blame you.
Wow, you've really got me figured out (!)
No, I'm just saying, it's totally understandable.
You don't have to vicar me.
Hi, Will.
Give us a minute.
- Ernie! - Sorry.
- Sorry.
Sorry.
So, is that back on? You and whatever her name is.
No, no. That was a mistake from the start.
We're thinking of heading back home.
Makes sense now Geordie's back.
Exactly.
And it's not as if there's much for me here anyway, is there?
I suppose not.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me? - I won't be a minute!
Certainly, yes, sir.
Just be cool.
Leonard!
If I get the job, I'll be able to save up and pay rent,
get a bed somewhere.
But the factory want to see my birth certificate,
and that's at my parents' house.
And you don't want to go there?
You should be able to get a new copy at the town hall.
- Could use a hand in here. - I won't be a minute.
That's what you said half an hour ago.
- I should go. - Rosie, if the town hall are difficult,
come back and... we can go together.
- Thanks, Mr Finch. - Leonard.
- You can't help them all. - She's only 17.
Come on, you've got the bongo crew in there.
And the girl that does the rude haikus,
they're drinking coffee by the gallon.
How could she leave him?
He's tall, good-looking, well-paid job.
It's not like when Cathy threw you out.
He won't be single for long, mark my words.
Why, are you gonna ask him out?
- A body's been found. - Business as usual.
Another vagrant.
We ask that you to watch over Sylvia as she enters this next,
and we hope final, stage of her treatment.
- And we pray... - Amen!
- I've run out of sherbet lemons. - I don't think Will had finished.
No point in wasting his time. Whatever happens now, happens.
There's nowhere else I'd rather be.
Now, I know this is difficult for you...
Do you?
I've had two bouts of wireless therapy...
Radiotherapy.
Poked and prodded in places you haven't even got places.
It sounds horrendous.
And I can see why your faith has been tested.
Tested to destruction, so don't bother telling me otherwise.
Fine.
If you're struggling to trust in him, then at least humour me,
so I don't feel like I'm wasting my time, eh?
Please.
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done
On Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those Who trespass against us.
Shopkeeper found him when he was putting the bins out.
Said he was round here quite a lot.
You got a name for him?
They called him Smudge. Cos he was always dirty.
Well, he's not any more,
and that's not what his mother called him.
I'll ask around.
And ask if he was always clean-shaven.
You don't think...?
The blankets, the doorway.
Even got the same bloody marks on his neck!
You mean this is connected to those other vagrant murders?
I thought you put that mad student in the loony bin for that?
- How is she? - She's saying she's lost her faith.
If God's testing her, she'll test him back.
All right, just in time for my round, as usual.
Another vagrant's been killed.
- Where? - Back of Lion Yard.
In a doorway. Got Larry trying to identify him.
Well, you think someone copied the other murders?
He was washed and shaved.
I didn't mention any of that to the press for this exact reason.
- I was careful. - No, we know.
So, Robin, the man we caught, he's innocent?
Well, of this one, yes,
but doesn't mean he didn't commit the others.
Maybe he had an accomplice, maybe he told someone how he did it.
Maybe I got it wrong.
- Geordie. - He confessed.
People confess to things they haven't done all the time.
I should've dug deeper.
I'm going to go and see him.
This about the vagrant murder in town, then?
Never thought Robin had it in him.
Doesn't mean Robin wasn't involved at all.
I missed something, though, didn't I?
The evidence all pointed that way.
And, look, anyone can make a mistake.
I should know.
Call Dr Flemming now!
What sort of state was he in?
Generally, good. Responding to medication well,
having regular assessments with the doctors.
Did you tell Robin about the murder?
I thought he'd be happy.
That it proved it wasn't him.
- And how did he react? - Sort of shocked.
He started rambling, muttering.
Did he tell you he didn't commit the other murders?
No. I just couldn't see it.
He was a nice guy, no trouble whatsoever.
But he was still a patient.
These people are in here for a reason.
Did he mention anyone else in relation to the killings?
No.
Did he tell anyone, including yourselves,
about how he committed them?
- No. - Not that we know of.
- What do you mean? - Robin had a visitor this morning.
A woman. Brainy type.
His tutor.
Veni.
It's Latin, apparently. You're in for a treat.
Inspector.
Vicar.
Are you here to arrest me or convert me?
We'll see.
Professor, what was the purpose of your visit
to Robin Fellows earlier today?
He asked me to come.
And I must admit to some morbid curiosity
as to what he might have to say.
Which was?
Predictably banal, sadly.
That his victims didn't deserve to die,
"They were good people in difficult circumstances,"
- the ramblings of a mad man. - Sounds fairly sane to me.
Not in light of his previous actions.
Did Robin mention a more recent murder to you?
It was difficult to understand anything he was saying, really.
It's just that the killing shared certain features that only Robin,
if he did kill the other men, or someone close to him would know.
Are you suggesting that I'm some sort of accomplice, Inspector?
Where were you between midnight and six o'clock this morning?
In the Master's Lodge.
With the Master.
- You can check. - Ah, we will.
Are you aware Robin committed suicide after seeing you?
You don't seem particularly affected
by the death of a former student, Professor.
Oh, I know we're supposed to gnash and wail
and pretend like all lives are precious,
but there is an argument to say that people like Robin,
and even his victims, are better off dead.
These are men with troubled pasts, who can't or won't be helped.
They can't relate to other people.
And society pays the price for their actions.
And they can never change?
That suits your narrative, vicar.
Repentance, redemption.
But let's be honest. Who changes, really?
- So they deserve to be killed? - I'm not saying that.
It's just an argument.
I'm sorry if it offends you, but that's my job.
"What harms, often teaches."
I see you know your Latin, Vicar.
Gold star for you.
Bloody academics.
- You all right? - What if she's right?
Given my past, what if I can't change?
- You don't have to. - Really? What would Bonnie say?
You'd have to tell her yourself.
Yeah, I've done enough damage as it is.
Will, just...
...tell her how you feel.
See what she says.
She's going, anyway.
Probably for the best.
Let's get back to the station, work out what's going on here.
No, look, I promised Elliot I wouldn't get involved.
Since when did his opinion matter?
It should've mattered from the start.
That one's not all your fault.
If they couldn't survive the engagement,
they were never gonna survive the marriage.
Nah, you've probably done them a favour.
How did you manage to do all this art?
You were only there a few months.
Ern? What did we say about ignoring?
Why do we have to go?
Because sometimes other people don't want what you want.
Or they're too posh and big-headed to admit that they do.
Why should you go around begging them to change their mind?
- Are you talking about Will? - No.
Do you want to go?
Almost three pounds profit!
Not bad.
Amazing what people will pay for hot water and milk.
Hey, don't knock it.
When people like Rosie, the homeless girl from earlier,
and those vagrant men that have been killed
are suffering out there.
Leonard?
I don't think I can do this any more.
Not with what's going on.
I want to help, I want to... do more.
- But it's going so well. - I'm ungrateful, aren't I?
After everything the Chapmans have done for me.
Did you get anything from the door-to-doors
or the victim's potential associates?
Just that he played the mouth organ.
Sea shanties, apparently.
Nothing much else, Sir.
Ah, Inspector!
How did you get on with Robin?
I'm afraid he took his own life before we got there.
I was convinced he was responsible.
He still might have been of the first three, no?
Sir.
Though he might've killed himself
because he was wrongfully imprisoned.
He confessed. And a judge agreed.
You did everything you could.
Look, it's a tricky case. Isolated victims,
no witnesses, unreliable statements.
I want you to reopen all the files
and look for anything we might've missed,
in light of the new murder.
- Sir. - Yes, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.
Here are the victim's personal effects,
doesn't look like much.
What's that?
Looks like foreign to me.
It's Latin.
Didn't have you down as a scholar, Inspector.
"What harms, often teaches."
? One kiss ?
? One little sigh ?
? That's all you gave me ?
? When you said goodbye ?
? But someday, baby ?
? Someday darlin' ?
? You're gonna miss me ?
? Mm-mm-mm... ?
- Jim? - I spoke to Professor Larson.
Is it true? About Robin?
Come in.
? One of these nights You'll wake... ?
Sorry, erm...
I was looking for inspiration for next Sunday's sermon...
Er, would you like a drink or anything?
No, thank you.
Please, take a seat.
Why would Robin kill himself?
We don't know.
Guilt, perhaps.
Professor Larson said there was another murder, he...
He can't have done that.
Maybe guilt over the others,
if he felt like he'd started something.
Did Professor Larson say anything else?
About the murders, perhaps?
Why?
Professor Larson? It's Inspector Keating.
Professor!
Professor?!
Professor.
What happened?
He attacked me.
Who?
Have you ever done anything that's resulted in unintended consequences?
I think we all have.
Robin didn't deserve to die.
I don't think anyone deserves to die.
But he's in a better place now, isn't he?
It doesn't matter that he committed suicide?
If we turn to God, then he understands and forgives.
He sees our intentions.
It was never my intention for Robin to die.
I never asked him to take the blame.
He just confessed.
Confessed to things that you did?
I don't know why.
Jim, are you saying that you killed those men?
Professor Larson said they couldn't be helped.
- She's wrong. - I know.
Maybe not in this life, but the next.
That's why I helped them on their way.
Clean-shaven, in my arms, ready to meet Our Father.
- That is not your decision to make... - I know these men, Will.
I know their loneliness... their torment, ignored, unloved...
That doesn't give you the right to kill them.
Then what? I-I should just let them suffer?!
Die in their own squalor, rather than with dignity?
It's God's work!
I know you think you're trying to help...
No. You talk and talk about saving souls, but do nothing!
- Just like Robin. - Robin wanted to help, too?
We helped them wash and shave together,
but when it came down to really saving them, he lost his nerve.
That's why he had a breakdown, isn't it?
Because he saw you kill.
I thought you were better than that.
So he handed himself in, hoping you'd stop.
I'm not stopping.
I tried, once he'd taken the blame,
but I couldn't let them continue to suffer.
That's why he killed himself.
No! Robin killed himself because he's weak, just like you.
You have to hand yourself in to the police, Jim.
Festering here with your alcohol and your cigarettes.
I can go with you. You can get help...
Your tawdry little affairs!
You admitted it yourself, you hurt people, you let them down.
You're pathetic...
You're right. We can all be better.
Just like a vagrant.
Call an ambulance.
Jim... Jim, please.
Please. Help me.
I already have.
The doctor says they'll take you through in five minutes.
- But Will's not here. - Oh, you know Will,
he's probably off chasing bank robbers somewhere.
- He'll be here as soon as he can. - But he promised.
It's fine, the doctors know what they're doing.
I'm scared.
That's perfectly understandable.
I know I'm not a clergyman any more, but...
...I'll still be praying for you.
But what if there's no God? Where will I go then?
I believe there is, and he cares very much for you.
You know, I'm not much of a Christian,
but I'll be praying for you, too, because I love you.
I love you, too.
And you.
I'm so proud of what you've built with that cafe,
after all the struggles.
Whatever happens, don't give up.
When was Jim last here?
I'm not sure.
Robin told me he was innocent, that Jim was guilty of the murders.
Why didn't you tell us?
I didn't believe him.
He was babbling, barely comprehensible.
Jim was a good student.
So, you confronted him yourself?
Could he have been influenced by your ideas... to kill?
They're not my ideas, they're just ideas.
Should I call it in?
It's a manhunt now for James Baker.
- Boss. - Where's home for him?
Oh, he wouldn't go there.
I understand he has a very stern father.
When you come to write this up, Inspector,
I trust you won't misrepresent my views.
I told you, it is my job to provoke.
Ah, what teaches often harms, eh?
Oh, don't blame me.
We barely agreed on anything! He was religious from the start.
You can't expect logic to cut through with these people!
Oh, no.
There's this moment...
a look in the eye, right at the point of death.
Not pain or suffering, just relief.
That all the guilt, the weakness, the desires of the flesh are over.
You're free.
That's not what life is.
Then what is it?
Love? Family?
I never had those things.
And it doesn't look like you do, either.
Hello?
Quiet.
I can hear you in there!
You don't have to hide.
If you say a word and she comes in, I'll kill her, too.
I know you're embarrassed about me seeing you with...
whatever her name is.
But it's just sex.
Everyone does it.
Or at least tries to.
I don't care about that.
What I do care about is being ignored
and being told how I should and shouldn't feel and...
And having to talk through a bloody letterbox!
All right, fine, if you don't wanna talk, then I'll be off.
For good.
Your loss. Bye.
It doesn't matter how she feels about you.
You're still going to die.
Bloody men, how bloody obvious do you have to make it?
- Have you seen Will? - He's hiding in the vicarage.
Geordie?
What...?
It won't be long now. It's time to look at me, Will.
Stay there.
Let us pray.
Dear Lord, please, accept this, my humble offering.
Another man unworthy of his place in your glorious creation.
Forgive his many weaknesses.
Cleanse him of his sins and sorrow. Look up, Will.
Have mercy on him
and allow him to be reborn by your side... Look at me!
So that he may begin again...
Will!
Amen.
Argh!
Hold this, push! Bonnie!
Bonnie!
Oh, my God!
Will! Will!
You're gonna be OK.
I'm here, I'm here.
Will!
Come on, come on, stay with me. Don't fall asleep.
- Where's the ambulance? - They said it was coming!
Right, you call them again
and you tell 'em it's me that's asking.
- Geordie. - Yeah, yeah, I'm here.
- Tell Bonnie. - What?
Tell Bonnie.
Ah, you tell her yourself, you daft bat! You're gonna make it.
And you'd better!
Cos she likes you, I can tell.
And she can't lose another fella, you'll give the poor girl a complex.
She needs you!
And Ernie needs you.
And so do I.
Will! Stay awake!
Will?
Will!
No, stay awake! Will, you stay awake!
There she is.
Is this... heaven?
I don't think we'd be here if it was.
Will?
It's all right. You're all right. We're here.
Oh, thank you! Thank you! I should never have doubted you.
I was so blinkered thinking about myself,
I lost sight of him.
But when I asked him to save you, he listened.
Of course he did!
I'm sure there were easier ways
for you to help her rediscover her faith.
All part of the service.
- Are you all right? - All the better for seeing you.
I just gave blood.
You needed so much, I thought I should give some back.
We're the same type.
I didn't need a doctor to tell me that.
This is very, erm, with it.
Hello, Jack.
Erm, two Chelsea buns for Sylvia and Will, please.
- Where's Leonard? - He's out back.
He must be delighted with this!
Well... he's delighted...
...because he's out back with some homeless people he's been helping.
I think he's found his calling. To the point that, er,
you might need to look for some new management.
Jack.
Just when I was hoping I'd see a little return on my investment.
I'm sorry.
When I prayed for Sylvia in the hospital,
I said I'd give up every penny I own just for her to be all right.
And she was.
Do what you want with this place, Leonard.
Soup kitchen, shelter, gentlemen's lounge, it's yours.
I'll fund it.
- You've already given me far too much. - No, please.
Just do... something good with my money.
Keep making us proud.
About bloody time you woke up, I need a witness statement,
- close the book on Jim. - You got him?
Oh, we did.
Too late for poor Robin, mind. And the victims.
Still haven't got a name for the last one, but we will.
You know I don't remember much of what happened.
But I feel like Bonnie was there.
When you were under? I felt that way, too.
You were there. And Leonard, Daniel, Sidney, Jack.
All my boys.
Bonnie was there.
I do like that girl.
Sat there till she knew you were stable.
- She's gone? - Mm. She's off today.
Unless...
What are you doing? A week, they said, for your stitches.
- You got the car? - Engine's running.
- What the Dickens?! - Ah, he's young, he'll be all right.
Cheer up, Ern.
Don't be sad.
Auntie Cathy said we can visit anytime.
Ah, where is that train?
Will!
You shouldn't be on your feet.
- I don't want you to go. - Yay!
- Shush. - Ernie, ice cream?
No, no. The train'll be here any minute.
My mum says you're posh and big-headed.
OK, two minutes! Go!
Kids, eh? I don't know where they get this stuff.
- Big-headed. - Ah, he's got a point.
That's why I wanted to tell you how I feel...
and no more second guessing or "I know best".
What you do with it is up to you.
- Are you on medication? - No.
Well, yes, probably.
But I want you to stay. More than anything.
For what?
I don't know.
No, i-it's true. I-I don't know.
I don't know how to be with you, I...
I don't know how to be with anyone,
I don't even know what a good relationship looks like.
But I want to try.
If you'll let me.
We're different.
If you mean posh, I haven't got any money.
Great (!)
- I'm not even sure I believe in God. - Oh, he doesn't mind, neither do I.
I'm not just a mum or some widow to be pitied.
I know.
You are so much more.
That's why I love you.
Too soon?
Car's outside. Engine still running.
I'm not going anywhere.
I didn't think so.
- Fancy seeing you here. - Oh, I just can't get away.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here together
in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation...
...to join this man and this woman...
I've heard this before.
So have I.
I do.
So do I.
One more, please.
? I will follow you... ?
Thank you.
- I was looking at you. - Well done, Will.
You've taken the wedding pressure off me, at least.
Tamara, Bonnie. Bonnie, Tamara.
Welcome to the family. Good luck.
- Oh, continental. - No plus-one?
No, I was hoping to bag myself a vicar or a policeman,
but... the pickings are slim.
- Is the Bishop single? - No, no, no...
- That is your step-sister? - Yours now, too.
I'm surprised you got out alive.
I should go and save my job.
Bonnie! Bonnie, you look stunning.
Oh, your son's a tough act to live up to.
Yes, he is.
But I've never seen him look happier and that's down to you.
Congratulations, Mrs Davenport.
Thank you, both, for providing the flowers.
They're... They're beautiful.
Oh, that's all right, we thought the wedding
- could do with a touch of class. - St John...
I... couldn't agree more.
Which is why we were delighted you could come.
I don't know. I can't tell.
All right, ladies, who's next?
Three, two, one.
Oh!
That's not fair, she's already married!
Twice.
Mrs C!
At least, I think they're going to Wales on their honeymoon,
as Will said he was going to Bangor for a fortnight.
Sit down, it's a wedding, not a stag night!
But in all seriousness,
the only thing better than having Will as my friend...
...is having him as part of my family.
Aw!
And looking at the two of you together,
I hope you can make each other as happy as Cathy makes me.
Please, raise your glasses.
- To the happy couple. - To the happy couple.
Thank you, best man.
Now, it's my privilege to present,
the man of the hour, Mr Bonnie Davenport!
Thank you, Leonard, and thank you, all.
Now, as you know, I'm not used to public speaking.
But I want to talk to you today about regret.
You've only been married five minutes!
What?
Now, I, er... I know it's not usual wedding speech material.
But the moment I knew I wanted to spend
the rest of my life with Bonnie...
...was the moment I thought I was about to die.
I was lying there, feeling sorry for myself...
and I realised that the things I regretted in life
were not the things I'd done, but the things I hadn't.
Because I'd been scared that I... I wouldn't know how to love...
...or to be a father, or to even be myself
without some cause to fight for.
But, now, I look around me,
and all I can see are beautiful examples...
of love...
...of fathers...
...and of people who can only be themselves.
So I want to thank you all for showing me the way.
I want to thank you, Bonnie and Ernie,
for giving me the chance to try.
- To Bonnie and Ernie. - To Bonnie and Ernie.
To us.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, the newlyweds' first dance.
It'll be kids next. Ernie needs company.
Oh, one step at a time, eh?
- You're not getting any younger. - Says you, Uncle George.
Aye. So you should listen.
You were right, you know.
"Tell 'em how you feel."
Can't go wrong.
I want to tell you how I feel.
It only works on women.
I love you.
You save it for Bonnie tonight.
I really love you.
All right. I love you, too, son.
Bloody vicars.
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