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Hello, lovely. Do you need a light?
What time is it?!
Time we had a full and frank discussion.
I thought we agreed I'd do this on my own.
- When did we agree that? - Five minutes ago, in the kitchen.
May I be candid, Sidney?
When have you been anything else?
You look done in.
My father had the same look once.
Took to his bed for a fortnight.
Vital exhaustion, they called it.
Vital exhaustion!
Have you seen my jacket?
Has the black dog come calling?
Black dog...
Stop repeating everything in that tone.
- I don't have a tone. - You're all tone, Mrs C.
If you don't pull your socks up,
I'll have to have a word with the archdeacon.
We agreed no threats.
When did we agree that?
Five minutes ago, in the kitchen.
I've been distracted.
I know I have. I'll, er... I'll be better. I'm sorry.
We're... We're not looking for an apology.
If you need someone to listen...
or... rail at...
You've helped me an awful lot.
Let me return the favour.
It's the black dog, Leonard. He'll go away of his own accord.
? And it is, it is ?
? A glorious thing to be ?
? A pirate king... ?
- DI Keating? - The last time I checked.
DI Sean Donovan.
- We're sharing an office. - Are we?
There was a memo.
Was there?
Oh.
- So there was. - Yeah.
Spent all that money on a new place and...
still not enough room.
I'm Geordie.
People call me Geordie, so, ah...
Right.
Assault victim, young lady, picked up down the Kite.
- In a bad way, apparently. - What's the Kite?
- It's a rough end of town. - It's a dive.
It's all yours, Keating.
Just a second.
Is there anybody I can get for you, my love?
Sidney.
Chambers.
Going for a three-pronged attack, are they?
It was a few too many beers, Geordie.
Let's be honest, it's hardly the most unusual of occurrences.
Sidney?
How well did you know her?
She gave me a light.
Did you speak to her?
I think so.
She tell you her name?
I don't remember, Geordie.
Jesus! How much did you put away?
- A few whiskies. - And the rest! Did you screw her?
- No! - I had to ask.
No, you didn't!
What does that look like to you?
Some kind of puncture wound, maybe?
I didn't hurt her, Geordie.
Oh, give over.
Of course you didn't.
This is where she was dumped.
Right in the middle of the street.
All those windows.
Somebody had to have seen something.
- Penny to mind your car, Guv? - Sod off.
Watch him on the stairs, love.
Police!
Excuse me, miss. D'you know the girl who was picked up down there?
Which girl would that be?
Don't be smart. What was her name?
Lottie! Hurry your arse up!
'All right!'
What was her name?
I heard you the first time.
Hold on, miss.
What? I haven't got anything to say. I'm sorry.
She's dead, isn't she?
I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
Sadie was a lovely girl, wasn't she?
She always had a smile.
She'd make you laugh till you'd almost wet your knickers.
Peggy!
Oh, knickers, knickers, knickers.
What line of work was Sadie in?
Seamstress. We all are.
'I'm not sure I deserve it...'
Happiness...
Who's your boss?
Mr Simpson.
- First name? - We're not on first name terms.
He owns this dump, too. Charges half a crown a week.
- For the three of you? - No. Each.
He's a money-grabbing arse. What can I say?
You really telling me you didn't see what happened?
You didn't see anything, hear screams?
Look out?
You learn pretty quick not to look out the window here.
Geordie.
Maybe you gave it to her because she was cold.
Don't do that. Don't make me out to be a gentleman.
She was trying to tell me something
and all I could think about was my next drink.
Those girls know a hell of a lot more than they're letting on.
- They're afraid. - Yeah, they're meant to be.
Leaving Sadie lying out here like that...
Someone was warning them.
Oi! Off. Watch the paint-work, you...
- Geordie. - Hm?
It was hers.
Call me a cynic,
but those girls aren't running up frocks on a sewing machine.
She was a prostitute.
They all are.
Weren't you paying attention at all back there?
Mr Simpson, please.
- 'Who's calling?' - Cambridgeshire Police.
'Hold the line, please.'
Rupert Simpson. Owns half the Kite.
- No criminal record to speak of. - Knock, Larry.
Next time, knock.
Sorry, Guv.
Property, nightclub...
Simpson's got his finger in a whole heap of pies.
I can feel your shame radiating from here.
'Mr Simpson's unavailable. He's at his golf club in Barton.'
Thank you.
Come on. Chop-chop.
Mr Simpson?
You're ruining my shot.
He's usually in the bunker at this point,
- so I wouldn't worry about it too much. - DI Keating.
One of your tenants, Sadie Parker, died this morning.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Do pass on my condolences to her family.
Is that all you've got to say?
I have over 100 tenants.
If I lost sleep over every single one,
- where would I be? - Not here, probably.
You're all heart, Rupert.
You own Patsy's nightclub?
Have you met Mr Davis? He runs the council.
Pays your wages.
Just answer the man, so we can finish this sodding game.
Unless you intend to arrest me, I respectfully ask you to leave.
Oh, respectfully. That's nice.
- Did you know that she was a prostitute? - Sidney.
- Have you seen how they live, Mr Simpson? - I'll be in touch.
Did you kill her?
Get them out of here.
Hey, don't walk away from me.
Did you kill her?
We're going.
- Stand back, sir. - We're going.
Jesus Christ! What the hell's wrong with you?
Do you ever feel not right in your own skin?
Like everything isn't quite how it should be?
Amanda was a long time ago.
- It's not about her. - What is it about then, Sidney?
I don't know! If I knew, I would do something about it.
- Aye-aye-aye... - What?
This is your life.
It's an endless merry-go-round.
Sin.
Feel bad, drink.
Sin, feel bad, drink.
Oh, come on.
- Don't be like that. - I'm no use to you, Geordie.
Violet?
You're still here.
I am.
You look well.
So do you.
Actually, you look awful.
Hangover.
You shock me.
Why didn't you tell me you were still here?
I'm waiting for Charles's death certificate,
then I'm going.
Besides, I don't like goodbyes.
Well, then, when the time comes, we won't say it.
Er... what are you doing now?
I'm going to the post office.
- Well, let me help you. - I think I can manage.
I'll give you a lift.
Where's your car?
I don't have one.
How's your father?
Not good.
I'm sorry.
Well, he's home now, so...
And Robert?
Why do you care about Robert?
I don't, really.
He's home, too.
That's a terrible...
terrible shame.
This is kinda disgusting.
It's part of the charm.
The disgusting-ness is part of the charm?
Gives us something to moan about.
We Brits are nothing if we don't have something to moan about.
I've noticed that.
Larry?
Guv.
Knocked off early, have we?
We're working.
Least that's what the girlfriend thinks.
You don't have a girlfriend, Larry.
Behave yourselves.
Whiskey. Double.
Coppers drink for free.
That must keep the wolf from Mr Simpson's door.
Please leave us alone.
Where's the post office?
Back in Cambridge.
So, this was all a ruse?
Mm-hm! And you call yourself a man of God...
, You? A man of God?
You're having me on.
What?
Do you ever feel you're on the wrong path?
A path God doesn't want you to take?
All the time.
Why?
I've made some mistakes recently.
- Present company included? - I didn't mean you.
Maybe you're on the right path.
Maybe where you're at is just a turn in the road.
I honestly don't know.
- Gents are that way. - Did Sadie work here?
You don't understand how much trouble we'll be in.
Just yes or no.
Yes! Now sod off!
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude.
You're made to do more than serve drinks, aren't you?
No-one makes us do anything.
Was Sadie working last night?
We work every night. They get their money's worth.
"They"?
Who's "they"?
Oi!
There's no punters allowed back here.
What about a detective inspector?
These women are prostitutes.
They're hostesses.
Who was Sadie with last night?
What she gets up to on her own time is none of my business.
But you pick them up from that slum which Simpson owns.
You bring them to the club which Simpson owns...
When is their own time?
If they don't like it, they're free to go.
That lot back there might be distracted by a few free drinks...
...but I believe you're assisting in the management
of a brothel, Mr Dale.
I also believe you're doing it
with the willing cooperation of Mr Simpson.
Prove it.
On your feet. I need this place searching.
What, now?
No, tomorrow, Larry! Get the punters out.
Shut the club.
The club's closing. Police orders.
- Not a word. Not a word. - Switch the music off.
Open the safe.
I need everyone to get out now.
- Open it. - This club's closing.
This club's closing. I need everybody out!
Everybody out, please, the club's closing. Everybody out.
I don't remember what I said to her.
I probably talked about my own problems
rather than listening to hers.
I'm sorry. I...
I hate this.
I hate who I've become.
I hate this!
Self-pity?
You're wallowing. Actually, you're doing worse than that.
You've convinced yourself you're thinking about this girl
when actually, you're thinking about yourself.
A little harsh?
A little bit.
You think you're not good enough.
I haven't been for a long time.
- So be better. - That easy?
You have everything at your disposal.
You're a man. You're white.
You could recite a grocery list and people would listen.
Well, how do I make amends?
You didn't help this girl.
But there are other girls, right?
So help them.
Always a little black book. Why is that?
Says in here you made payments of ten pounds every week. What for?
Bar tab.
You own the place. Why do you need a tab?
Yeah, you don't own it at all, do you?
You're the monkey.
- Someone else is the organ grinder. - That is a spurious accusation.
Were these payments for prostitutes?
I don't need to remind you
that lying to a policeman is a serious offence.
I have, on occasion...
procured the company of certain ladies.
Sadie Parker?
- My wife doesn't know. - I bet she doesn't.
When did you last "procure" her company?
Last night.
She came to my office. We were having a... pleasant time.
- And suddenly she loses her temper. - Why?
No idea.
I thought we had something special.
Rather... tender.
I had you down as a clever man.
Who do you work for, Mr Simpson?
The girls are starting to talk.
I doubt they'll hold back
when they learn what you did to one of their own.
- That's conjecture. - No!
That's certitude.
Simpson's selling those slums the girls are living in.
Why are you going after the landlord?
He knows more than he's letting on.
- What? About the girl? - About all of it.
There's someone above him. Someone else is running the show.
You're one of those coppers. Ha ha!
- A moral crusader. - You make it sound like a failing.
It's not just black and white, is it?
There'll always be cops, there'll always be robbers...
It'll always be black and white to me.
What if they don't want my help?
They probably won't.
That's reassuring.
Please, stop!
Come here, come here. Who's been talking?
No-one!
- There are kids in there, Rory! - Get out of it.
Stay away. Stay away!
Leave them.
He said leave them.
Success.
We don't need charity. What're you doing here? Just go.
Why don't I put the door back up,
so you have something to slam in our face?
Don't waste your time. He'll just do it again.
So we'll put bolts on them.
No offence, lady, but the last thing we need
is an uptight, bible-loving bitch telling us
that Jesus will save our souls. He hasn't saved us yet,
and I'm pretty certain he ain't gonna save us now, so...
Any glasses that aren't smashed
or is this bible-loving bitch gonna have to drink from the bottle?
We need a present that conveys to Sidney that we appreciate him.
We've got some lovely stock in.
Mr Hobbs has a very good eye.
It also needs to say that it's time to knuckle down,
put this silliness behind him.
Something work related, like a pen.
No, I think something frivolous.
- His life is all frivolity, Leonard. - Frivolity borne of pain.
Still frivolity.
So, it needs to convey appreciation and friendship,
but also duty and a little bit of telling off.
Exactly.
And if it were under three bob, that would be marvellous.
Cufflinks, maybe?
Will you stop making a fuss of him? He's just having one of his moments.
No. I think it's more than that.
- I fear for him. - We both do.
We protest, they beat us, but we get up and we protest again.
And next time, there are more of us.
Maybe we should protest.
Against what? Being poor?
No-one gives a damn about us.
No-one gives a damn about us!
But we shout anyway.
Being silent gets you nowhere.
Tell that to Sadie.
Did she say something?
They're moving us out of here. Selling the place.
And Sadie wouldn't stand for it?
What did she say?
That we were worth more than how they treat us.
- You are. - We got a job. Roof over our heads.
That's more than most. You don't know anything, lady.
Look at her, Ava. Course she knows.
I've got a question!
Have you two done the deed?
You have, ain't ya?
Vicar!
- You're making him blush. - I'm not blushing.
Was he any good?
OK, now I am blushing.
It was thrown on the ashes. Someone was trying to get rid of it.
And she was wearing it when you met her?
You forgiven me yet?
I always do, don't I?
You know they're selling the place?
Sadie knew, too. I think she made her feelings pretty clear.
She finds out they're getting evicted, there's a struggle.
- It has to be Simpson. - I'm not so sure.
Damn.
No, no, this is good. This is good. We're getting somewhere.
You are all right, aren't you, Sidney?
You'd tell me if you weren't.
Of course I'd tell you.
So Simpson claims he has no idea what they were arguing about?
That's what he claims.
It all starts here.
Where were you when you had intercourse with Miss Parker?
There is a lady present.
We can do this here or at home...
...in front of your wife.
We, erm...
You're all class, Mr Simpson.
So, you have sex.
I phone for a taxi, I come back...
And she was angry.
Screaming.
Have you no heart?
You disgust me. Do you know that?
I hate your guts! I hate the lot of you.
Like a banshee.
'He gave me this.'
I thought I must be special.
Geordie.
Different girls, all with the same necklace.
Your golfing chum.
The councillor.
Archer Davis is a fine man.
Forgive us if we don't take your word on that.
This wasn't just about the eviction.
She realised she was being taken for a mug.
No. She realised they all were.
He's the monkey.
And that's our organ grinder, right there.
Had quite a few girlfriends.
If you had the chance, don't tell me you wouldn't do the same.
- Do you pay them for sex? - I don't need to pay.
- Natural charm see you through? - I suppose it must do.
Did you know Sadie was being evicted?
Progress is progress, isn't it?
What do you mean by that?
Decent homes for all. That's our stance at the council.
The council's buying those slums?
That's correct.
From Mr Simpson?
That's correct.
- You not gonna let me in on the joke? - Oh, you're a clever, clever man.
I'd take that as a compliment, but I don't think you meant it as one.
You own the club, the girls. You own those slums. Dirty money.
But you make it clean again by selling it back to the council.
You really have me down as a master criminal.
More than that. I have you down as a murderer.
I think Sadie stood up to you. And you weren't having it.
Got any evidence to back that up?
No...
cos there won't be any, will there?
You'll have made damn sure of that.
Are you honestly trying to link me to the death of a prostitute?
A prostitute you were having a relationship with.
Listen, I ended it with Sadie. Bit of a jealous type, clingy.
Get bored of her, did you? Bored enough to kill her?
- You're not gonna let it go, are you? - Why did you do it?
Warning to the other girls?
I was home in bed with my wife...
Sadie starts mouthing off. One girl starts, they all start.
I was home with my wife.
You've gotta keep them down, under control. Did you kill her?
- No. - Did you kill her?
No!
What?!
All right, fella. How are you?
Guv.
- What? - There's a chap here.
Says he wants to cop to everything. Prostitution, all of it.
I surrender.
So not Rupert Simpson, not Archer Davis...
you run the show.
Who's Archer Davis?
How much did they pay you to come in here and cop to it all, hm?
Enough to see you through prison?
A few quid extra to make it sound convincing?
You have entirely the wrong opinion of me, Officer.
The girl got shirty with Archer and he made a warning of her.
I'm right, aren't I?
I'm right.
I don't want to talk any more.
Be a pal and show me to my cell.
There won't be a funeral.
They'll put her in an unmarked grave with the murderers and the vagrants.
Won't even be a stone to remember her by.
As long as you're here, she'll be remembered.
And how long will that be?
We're all of us going to an unmarked grave.
Samuel Ford,
Amelia Evans,
Elijah Parr,
James Brooke,
Charles Todd.
Who are they?
Everyone I've lost to violence.
Unless they kill me, too, I'll keep remembering.
And I'll keep fighting.
Thank you.
For what?
Inspiring me. Showing me the right path.
- You're already on it. - Maybe.
You underestimate yourself, Sidney.
Stay.
Stay with me.
This was never forever. We both knew that.
- Why can't it be? - Sidney...
I don't care what people think or what they say...
- I have to go home. - No, you don't.
This, everything here, is nothing compared to what I see every day.
I have to go back.
You could help here, too.
This is not my world, Sidney.
It's just a walk. It ain't gonna kill ya.
See ya, doll.
Rory didn't come and pick us up.
But you're going anyway.
Like lemmings falling off a cliff.
You're institutionalised.
Sounds painful.
You can't see a way out.
You're trapped.
She dump you, did she?
Come on.
On your feet, soldier.
I met Sadie.
I know. She told us.
What did she say?
That she met a handsome vicar.
That he was kind to her...
...told her God was on her side.
God wants you to be happy, so rejoice always!
I like that.
You gave Sadie a bit of hope.
For the smallest of moments.
I hope so.
Always surprises me.
That there are still good men out there.
She must be off her rocker...
...to let go of you.
I'm flattered, but...
Flattered?! You're such a sweetie.
You gave Sadie hope.
Don't forget that.
See you next week.
Had a change of heart, have you?
Your ring punctured Sadie's neck.
I really did like her, you know.
I know.
She was a lovely girl.
Ava Holmes, I'm arresting you for the murder of Sadie Parker.
You do not have to say anything,
but anything you do say will be written down
and may be used in evidence.
Hello, lovely.
Do you need a light?
If you need me...
come to Grantchester.
- Really? - Of course.
What's your name?
Sidney Chambers.
Sadie Parker.
Thank you for the light...
Sadie Parker.
What's that word you used?
Institutionalised.
Sadie never was.
She saw these.
Did she tell you?
She told everyone.
Then she told Archer what for...
'in front of his mates from the council.'
Don't believe a word he says. It's all lies.
Sweetheart. Come on. Not now.
He's not a good man. He whores us out.
- Get her out of here. - He uses us and then throws us away.
- Get her out. - We're his whores! We're his whores!
She humiliated him. It was gonna come back on all of us.
'I gotta tell someone.'
We've got to tell someone, Ava.
Let me go!
Get out of the way, Ava. Let me go, Ava! Let me go!
No...
Did Archer tell you to keep her quiet?
No-one did.
That makes it worse somehow, doesn't it?
And the other girls?
They weren't in on it.
It was all me.
Fear's a funny thing, isn't it?
It makes you feel like...
...there's no way out.
As we remember Sadie in this place,
hold before us our beginning and our ending...
...the dust from which we come and the death to which we move.
In Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
'Amazing Grace'
Don't think badly of Ava.
I don't.
She's not an evil girl.
She couldn't see a way out.
- Sadie saw a way out. - And she died for it.
Sadie was just one voice.
I'm just one voice.
You know there'll always be another Sadie, another Ava.
If no-one stands up to them, this carries on.
Look after each other.
Vicar!
Archer runs it all.
It's not in his name, but it's all his.
He hurts us. He enjoys it.
He breaks us one by one.
It'll be her word against his. It's one woman's testimony.
Archer Davis?
Not here.
I'm arresting you on suspicion of earning money from prostitution.
You have the right to remain silent, but anything you do say
will be written down and may be used in evidence.
You're going.
Tomorrow.
Don't say it.
I wouldn't dare.
I'm a better man for meeting you.
You were far better than you realised.
- I'll come with you. - Sidney...
- This isn't your world, I know that. - Sidney, please...
But it's not mine any more, either, not without you.
I'll come with you.
- You don't understand. - We can help people.
We could do so much good.
You could get arrested for being with me.
I don't care.
You'll be hated.
I don't care.
I love you, Violet.
If you're with me...
You love me, too, don't you?
Of course.
Of course I do.
But you have to be sure.
You have to be sure.
We've been here before.
This time it's not just about a girl.
It is always about a girl.
This time it's about God.
It's about doing God's work.
We can't lose him, Geordie.
We're not gonna lose him.
You're the only one he'll listen to.
They want you to talk me out of it.
Got a whole speech planned.
Does it say I'm throwing my life away?
That's my opening argument.
How I'm making a stupid, reckless mistake?
Yep. All of that.
You know I value your opinion above everybody.
I need to do this.
And I need to know that I have your blessing.
Do you love her?
Oh, God, yes.
Sidney Chambers, happy...
Who'd have thought?
It's terrifying to step outside the bounds of our lives...
...to step away from those we love...
...from the friends we cherish.
But sometimes we must.
Sometimes God has a different path for us.
One that feels impossible because we must leave so much behind.
One that makes us feel alone.
But know this...
...we are never alone.
On our path through life...
...God is always by our side.
Maybe I'll come and visit.
Do that. Bring the kids.
Ah, you sod!
I didn't get you anything.
I can't take it with me, so...
You're still trying to make me a better man?
Always.
One last game, Sidney?
One last game.
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