Grantchester

Sidney...

We've reached 5,000 signatures. Can you believe it?

Oh, he'll have tea. Not too much milk. Thank you.

Sydney Silverman has replied, he's backing Gary's appeal.

And then... there's Maxwell Fyfe.

You wrote to the Home Secretary?

Well, his wife. She was a friend of Mother's.

Let's just say she rules the roost in that family.

You didn't have to do all this. You really didn't.

That poor boy...

Deserves to have hope, don't you think?

We all do.

Without hope, where would we be?

You didn't forget, did you?

I knew there was something.

Never mind.

Three more and I've got the whole England team.

- Hello, handsome. - Hello, Rita.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Wish I could say the same.

It's not half as bad as it looks.

You had your hair cut?

You're going to a reporter this time, aren't you?

You have, haven't you? It's very dignified.

You don't have to say anything. All you need to do is nod your head.

I'll deal with the rest.

Do you want me to arrest your husband?

My babies need food on the table. They need a father.

They need a mother, too.

Just nod your head, Ri.

Haven't you got lovely hands? Hm?

He's not gonna stop until he kills you.

Nod your head.

You take care of yourself, handsome.

Mum thinks the appeal's going to work.

I know she does.

See all them MPs. All them signatures.

It won't be enough though, will it?

I don't think so.

I'm not sure any of it will be enough.

See, it's the waiting that does it.

I can hardly take it.

You're not gonna believe this.

Stanley Matthews?

Stanley bloody Matthews!

They've taken Gary's belt in case he tries to hang himself.

- For pity's sake... - Is there any greater irony?

I can't help thinking if he hadn't been charged,

there but for the grace of God, go I.

- The whole thing's just... - It's a tragedy.

It really is.

There's no-one to see.

What do you imagine we are, Leonard?

We're... we're friends, aren't we?

Come with me to Brighton for the weekend.

Be bold. I know you have it in you.

I... I... I have Sunday Service.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I have friends. I don't need more friends.

Knew she wouldn't squeal. She never squeals.

What are we looking for?

Anything that will bring him in.

Is your dad home?

He said not to wake him.

Phil.

Bingo.

Wakey-wakey, Eddie. Rise and shine.

What's that bitch gone and said?

- Watch your mouth. - We found your stash, Eddie.

That's not mine. I've never seen it before.

- Lying bastard. - It ain't mine!

You're choking me!

I can't breathe! I can't breathe...

Little bastard!

How's that breathing now?

- Eh? - Argh!

Eddie! What is it this time, eh?

Couple of rounds with the missus?

Gary seems bonnier, don't you think?

A London newspaper's gonna put him on their front page.

I hope it's the Daily Mail. I'm quite partial to the Daily Mail.

I always knew you had fascistic leanings, Mrs M.

I'm not sure we should be getting our hopes up.

The newspapers, petitions, it's all fantastic, but...

Don't lose faith, Mr Chambers.

Oh, Lord!

Who did this? One of you must have seen!

Mr Chambers is doing his duty!

He can no more turn his back on that poor boy than he can on you!

And there's a darn sight more of you deserve the cold shoulder!

What are you smiling at, Jack Chapman?

You are magnificent when you're angry, Sylvia.

A pansy up in Khartoum, invited a Sapphic up to his room.

They argued all night, as to who had the right,

to do what with which and to whom!

- You been screwing her? Hm? - A pansy up in Khartoum...

Jesus Christ, Dicky, you must know more than that one.

- How about the lighthouse keeper from Crighton? - You been screwing my wife?

What about it? - You planted them jewels so you could get me out of the way.

There was a lighthouse keeper from Crighton...

Something, something, Brighton.

"Something, something, something"? Shut up, you thick bastard!

Eddie... he's been screwing your missus.

And everybody know it.

I heard you got shot.

I heard they was all but planning your funeral.

I heard you was pissing and mewling like a baby.

Shut your mouth, Eddie.

"I'm frightened, I'm frightened. Don't let me die!"

This was you, wasn't it?

If you have something to say, say it. Don't threaten me.

If this appeal works, where does that leave us?

How are we meant to find peace?

I'm not sure there's anything left to say.

Gary dictated it to me.

You have it in your heart to forgive, I know you do.

You're not the only one to lose a child, Agatha.

How's serving God?

- How's playing him? - There you are, gents.

Thank you.

Are you busy?

We're not talking about work.

Fair enough.

Eddie Jones is kicking up a fuss. Thought you'd want to know.

For the record, I would have won.

You look well.

So do you.

Damn you.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe!

- You bastards can't leave me here! - Kettle's on, Jim.

- Cheers, boss. - It ain't right!

Can't leave me here!

What did you say?

What did they say?

She's lying!

She's a liar!

Here he is.

Mewling like a baby, that's what I heard.

"Don't let me die. Don't let me die!"

You haven't got it in you.

Is it important?

I don't know.

I've just Vimmed the sink.

I didn't know which were your favourites...

so I got all of them.

I can see that.

There's a tea dance, over at the village hall.

- I'm Vimming the sink. - No, no, not now.

Tonight. If you were at all interested?

I don't think so.

Maybe another time, then.

I'm not one for dancing.

It's wonderful to see you looking so well, Sylvia.

Goodbye, Jack.

I don't dance. Not since my...

- "My Ronnie left." - Why on earth not?

I mean, it's not as if your Ronnie's coming back, is it?

That sink won't clean itself.

Oh, dear.

Excellent I look forward to days of palpable tension.

Geordie didn't come home last night.

I didn't do it, Sidney.

- Why? - It's procedure.

- No, why? - You know how these things work.

- I am not taking leave. - You were the last man in that cell.

So what happened to 'innocent till proven guilty', eh?

What happened to that? - It's not like we're arresting you. - Not yet.

- Don't make this personal. - It is bloody personal.

- See Keating leaves the building. - I know where the sodding door is.

"Procedure."

I tell you what he can do with his bloody procedure.

Stick it up his arse, that's what he can do.

- Two more over here. - We're finished.

- Two more. - We're finished, Geordie.

Visiting hours, is it?

Time to minister to your waif and stray.

Why didn't you go home last night?

I was walking. I was... I was thinking.

And this?

He pissed me off, I punched the wall.

- I do everything by the book. - I know you do...

Straight down the line, Sidney. Straight as an arrow.

How does a man die alone in a locked cell?

You believe me, don't you?

Of course I do.

- Is he drunk? - Don't start, Cathy.

Will you look into it for me?

- Get some sleep. - Nine years I've been in this job.

Sometimes I'd wonder what I'd do without you.

If you need anything, you know where I am.

Geordie's been with another woman.

- He wouldn't do that to you. - That's what I always thought.

Are you sure?

It was the day Gary Bell got sentenced.

He said he was with you,

but Mrs Maguire said you was at home, so...

- Have you asked him? - Didn't need to.

It's written all over his face.

He loves you, Cathy. He adores you.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything stupid.