Grantchester

There is a war raging inside us.

A war between the spirit and the flesh.

We all feel that battle...

..that pull between our desires and our duties.

But your inequities have separated

between you and your God,

and your sins have hid His face from you,

that He will not hear.

If we are to be looked on by God,

to be loved by Him,

we must turn our back on temptation.

Temptation is the source of all suffering.

Temptation is the source of all suffering?

Honestly, Sidney...

What are we doing?

What am I doing?

If God is love, and making love is love,

then what's so terribly wrong? That's what I've never understood.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm...

Leonard!

Leonard, I can explain!

You tell me I'm lying to myself.

You're the one who is lying!

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice

Him serve with mirth

His praise forth to tell

Come ye before Him and rejoice

Inspector.

So what do you think happened, Mr Garston?

Miss Sutton seems to have fallen to her death.

Poor child.

She must have been intoxicated.

We've come across it before.

The girls sneak in after dark,

use the premises for their liaisons.

My son and I encourage an ethos of hard work,

abstinence and godliness.

Struggle with all three, did she?

Who found her? Ricky!

Tell the officers what you saw.

I... I do my rounds, every couple of hours.

Midnight, not a soul.

2am, there she was.

Jesus Christ!

Miss Sutton?

Get an ambulance!

Miss Sutton?

No lipstick on either glass. She hadn't drunk out of them.

How do you get grazes like that from a fall?

You think it was staged?

The Chaplain's on his way but she hasn't got long.

I believe in the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

Wait on the Lord, be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart.

Wait, I say, on the Lord.

Josephine?

What is it, my love?

Can you tell us where your daughter was last night, Mrs Sutton?

Jo's a good girl.

She works and she comes home.

She does it for him.

Does everything for her boy.

Is his father still around?

I know what that must make you think of her, Vicar.

It doesn't make us think anything, Mrs Sutton.

Ricky started getting handy with his fists.

She moved back in with me after that.

Ricky the night watchman at Garston's?

She's a good girl.

Always home by midnight.

Always home to give him a kiss.

Morning!

Hello, Sylvie.

Is this how you're serving lunch now?

Save on the washing up?

Do you remember what I told you about my family?

That my brothers died in the First World War?

And your Ronnie disappeared

for no good reason in the Second.

You've told me at least once a week as long as I've known you.

What do you think happened to my husband?

I always thought he died in some foreign field somewhere.

I saw him.

Right out there.

The mind can play tricks sometimes.

I know my own husband, Sidney.

What time does it say?

Quarter to 12.

Well, 11.47. It broke at 11.47.

She fell at 11.47.

She should have been on that floor when you did your round at midnight.

Well, she wasn't.

Still had a fancy for her?

We weren't together no more, so...

And that boy's yours. We weren't together no more.

That make you angry? No.

No?

On occasion.

This occasion, perhaps?

I didn't see her till two.

Are you prepared to come to the station

to make a statement to that effect?

Look, I swear to God. I didn't see her.

Her Ronnie? Her Ronnie.

Who disappeared for no good reason?

There is no version of this situation which ends well.

Much like this conversation.

You must've thought about this moment so many times.

You must have so many questions.

He went off to war, he didn't come back.

Where would I even start?

Don't you want to see him?

Where will he be?

Where he always was.

Ronnie.

You still wear it.

How about that?

No, stay!

Still got God on your side.

You're prettier than the old one.

What do you want, Ronnie?

You always wanted something.

What is it this time?

I'm sorry.

I know sorry isn't half good enough.

I know nothing will be good enough.

There's no way of saying this.

I'd best just come out with it.

I've heard from the doc.

It's my lungs.

Carcinoma, they call it.

You came here to tell me you're dying?

That's about the size of it, Sylvie.

You've been dead to me for ten years.

It was four tickets you wanted, wasn't it?

To the policeman's ball? Yes, please.

I'm sorry. Cathy looks forward to it every year.

It's not like we can go together anyway, is it?

It's for filing.

Oh, shit. Did you know he was in?

Yes. Sorry.

Superintendent's in. Thank you.

You look fine, Inspector.

No, no. As you were, Keating. Sir.

So you'll be there tomorrow night, I hope?

Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world, sir.

I've got the speech down pat.

A few corkers in there. I don't doubt it, sir.

This erm... Sergeant position coming up. You got any thoughts?

Clive's doing well.

Mm.

What about Phil Wilkinson?

He'll be good one day. He's got some growing up to do first.

Oh, this erm... death at Garston's?

Keep it discreet, would you?

Owner's a decent sort.

Wouldn't want it buggering up his trade.

Discreet's my middle name, sir.

Her Ronnie?

Who disappeared for no good reason?

You couldn't make some phone calls, could you?

See what you can find out.

Jesus Christ. It's not going to end well, you do know that?

Oh, really? Because I was predicting happily ever after

Spine fractured in three places.

Broken ribs, punctured lung.

She had intercourse in the hours before she died.

That's gravel embedded in her skin.

She came a cropper on the road somewhere.

Thrown from a vehicle, most likely.

Then someone moved her to the factory.

Ricky Masters?

Been questioning him for hours.

Story's not changed once.

We know Josephine was stepping out with someone.

She had relations the night she died.

She was always home by 12.

She brought it on herself, that's what you're thinkin'.

You and your church.

She didn't deserve to die.

I know that much.

We aren't judging, Mrs Sutton.

He'd wait outside till she'd put Jasper to bed.

Her fella?

Look, all I know is he works at the factory.

She never even told me his name.

Does he drive a car? He picked her up on his motorbike.

And you'd recognise him if you saw him again?

I'd recognise the bastard.

Almighty God...

Deal graciously, we pray thee,

with those who mourn Josephine's passing.

That casting every care on thee,

they may know the consolation of thy love.

Amen. Amen.

None of my employees ride a motorbike. I'd know if they did.

That's not what we've been told.

I have six male employees.

You have seven, Mr Garston.

Sometimes I work nights.

I get changed here.