Grantchester

Bloody hell.

"Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors."

What do you think? I think it gives me a dignified air.

I don't think anything gives you that, Sammy.

How do you feel?

Ready?

To do God's work?

What?

- You soft Northern bastard. - Soft Southern bastard.

Dearie me. He DID knock you about.

It's not the bruises that hurt so much as the words.

Your pride's dented.

Don't pretend it's anything else.

He's in a terrible way.

You know how he gets, with the drinking and...

He's lost.

And we're all lost without him, so...

It's Abigail's birthday.

Monday. Aggie wants us to spend it with her.

Commemorate it... talk to her.

What do I say? My heart stopped when hers did?

That what I say?

How do I find the strength?

I don't know.

Home time, sweetie.

It's me, Mavis.

Already had your housekeeper in, shouting the odds.

- It's more than my life's worth. - You're no fun.

Woah, careful!

Dance with me.

You're gonna get me sacked.

You wouldn't even remember, would you?

Night night, Mr Chambers.

It's Sidney, isn't it?

Is he drinking?

If you'd just come and see him.

We've decorated the nursery.

It's odd, really. I never saw myself as a mother,

but it's going to be such an adventure, isn't it?

There has to be a line in the sand.

We can't keep playing this game, Sidney and I.

Such a shame.

- What is? - You two.

- Darling? - In here!

- Mr Hopkins. - Mrs M was just visiting her sister.

- She, erm... - Oh, good for Mrs M.

I was telling her about the nursery.

Would you tell the maids to stop moving my things?

It's driving me to distraction.

You're coming to the fete, I hope, Archdeacon?

Absolutely. The highlight of my year.

We need someone with a strong voice to announce the tombola.

All the eights, 88.

Very good. Very commanding.

Hello, Sidney.

How long's he been like this?

Let's not equivocate, Leonard.

- I can call you Leonard, can't I? - That is my name, after all.

Sidney's had a marvellous time here. Absolutely.

But perhaps it's time to cut out the dead wood.

You can't mean that.

Don't tell me you haven't looked at this place

and imagined yourself at the helm.

We certainly have.

Gary Bell was hanged.

I saw it in the paper.

I was there. I was with him.

Where have YOU been?

You got a 15-year-old girl pregnant. Do you know what that makes you?

- That makes you a rapist! - No.

Go to the police. Hand yourself in.

I loved her.

She died aborting your child!

- She felt the same. She did. - Listen to yourself.

Look, if I'd have known what she was going to do,

if she'd have told me...

I lost her, Sidney.

I loved her and I lost her.

Some days I can barely go on.

- I didn't think you liked me. - I didn't.

Not for an awfully long time.

I made a promise once -

'for better, for worse.'

I thought the better days would arrive, but they never did.

That's what no-one tells you.

That how it starts... is most likely how it ends.

Be happy, dear.

Can you forgive me, Sidney?

I could face everyone else if I knew that you'd forgiven me first.

Sidney!

You wouldn't be up for a pint, would you?

By the look of you, you're about ready for a top-up.

I'm gonna kill him! Get out of my way!

- Get off me! - Please, Mr Redmond!

Please.

- You knew where he was. - I didn't.

I am gonna kill him.

Sam Milburn's back.

You've talked to him?

Where is he?

I don't know. He ran.

- You have an address? - No.

He didn't mention a town or anything?

- If you see him again... - Of course.

- Bastard needs locking up. - I know.

Thank you for the information.

The Lord bless you and keep you.

Sidney! Help!

Who's to say it's human?

Could be from a fox, or... an unfortunate cat, or...

I heard screaming.

Foxes scream.

Not for help, Phil.

Natty dresser, this unfortunate cat of yours.

That's Sam's.

Harding threatened to kill him.

- This Milburn's too? - I don't know.

Find out whose this is.

Boss.

And get some fellas down here, search the meadows.

There's more than likely to be a body out there somewhere.

You're the only lead I have, so...

Sure you don't need a referee? Keep things clean?

They'll push Sidney out, whether I take the job or not.

They'll throw him to the wolves.

You have to love the church.

Preach one way of life, live entirely another.

It's the Archdeacon. I can't stand the man.

That's the first time I've heard you say a harsh word about anyone.

He deserves it.

He deserves worse.

Tell me what to do, Daniel.

You don't need me to tell you what to do.

Stand up to this Archdeacon fellow. Give him hell.

I thought you knew me.

You're a brave man, Leonard.

Braver than you know.

In most things.

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm trying. I really am.

We were at home. We were in bed together.

They've been harbouring him. Did you know that? The Church.

No-one's been harbouring anyone.

You might forgive the debtor his debts but we can't.

You were the only one who knew Sam was back.

Why do you do this?

Why do you side with the person who's done us harm?

I'm not siding with anyone.

If it was my little girl, I'd want to string the bastard up too.

But if you've taken the law into your own hands...

We were home.

- If you have gone down that path... - We were in bed together.

I'm sorry, Geordie. I'm... I'm so sorry for everything.

Ah, don't worry about it.

We were never really going to see eye to eye, were we?

Well, I'm old enough to be your father for one thing.

- You're not that old. - 50 next week.

We have different priorities.

Don't we? Different ways of thinking.

'Command to 438 over.'

You found me a body yet?

'I'm working on it. That car is registered to an Esther Br

41 Spencer Road.

I had a little chat with her. She's got a lodger

the Reverent Sam Milburn.'

- That's Bar Hill. - That's barely ten miles away.

He's been here the whole time.

A vicar lodging with a divorcee? Can you imagine it?

I thought Sam would be a right stuffy bugger,

but he is the loveliest, most un-vicary vicar

I've ever had the pleasure to meet.

- When did you last see Sam? - Yesterday.

I work shifts behind the bar at the Dog and Whistle.

Stay over sometimes. It's easier that way.

But he keeps an eye out for Gilly.

They should be back any time soon.

- Who's Gilly? - My daughter.

And they're close, are they, Sam and Gilly?

Thick as thieves.

He takes her to the pictures and...

Put it this way, she was a surly little madam before he moved in.

Now she's good as gold.

- How old is she? - 15 next month.

Some of her clothes are missing.

He's a man of the church!

He wouldn't do anything to her.

Right. We have no body yet.

Until we do, we have several avenues to explore.

It's possible Sam Milburn has absconded with a child.

- What about the blood on the grave? - It could be his.

- Could be hers. Could be anyone's. - We found his bloody jacket, Geordie.

All right, Phil, let's say he's dead, shall we?

The girl's still missing.

Could be locked up somewhere, screaming for he mother.

What do you want me to do?

She was wearing a white blouse and a navy school pinafore

with a prefect badge on her collar.

Gillian Bradley.

14 years old.

Blonde hair.

Could still be wearing her school uniform.