Grantchester

Wallet?

Er, yes.

Coat

Not in this weather.

Flask and sandwiches?

It's 90 minutes away. It's not Scotland.

Those for your mum?

I didn't want to turn up empty-handed.

She ran out on you.

Again.

The point is to listen and... not to shout or judge.

Be careful. London is full of sinners and squalor.

I grew up there. Romford is no more rife

with crime than Grantchester.

No.

No, no!

Oh, Alphy, do you have a spare?

I don't have four.

You must call Geordie.

If I report this now, I won't get away before lunch.

Oh, go another day.

No, no. I can't keep putting this off.

I'm losing sleep over it already.

I can get a train.

The village has fallen into wrack and ruin.

Vandalism, theft.

Mr Everett from Number 6 is growing a beard

Was Alphy okay?

As if he didn't have enough on his plate today already.

Maybe I shouldn't have found his mam.

Oh, Geordie, Alphy deserved to know her.

I knew she was gonna let him down.

I saw the signs.

Geordie, it'll be all right.

Alphy's got his head screwed on.

Miss Scott... need a couple of uniforms over...

So sorry, do excuse me.

Few too many martinis.

- Big night last night? - No, end of last week.

But they keep repeating on her.

Excuse me.

Good day to you, sir.

Could I venture a glance at your ticket, sir?

Er... of course.

Er... here you go.

Eh...

We should be in shortly before 11:00.

You have a wonderful journey.

The views are completely free of charge.

Thanks for the tip.

All part of the service.

I am so sorry.

Apologies.

Atkins has a lead in the Saint Said's case.

Oh... Where have the Garibaldi's gone?

They started tasting funny.

- Funny how? - Sort of metallic.

Hmm.

Miss Scott.

Please take a seat.

How long have you been in the family way?

Why would you think that?

Has someone said something?

Yeah, I'm just hazarding a guess.

Four kids.

My test results are due any day.

You haven't told Larry.

You haven't thought about this eventuality?

Never mind hiding your marriage,

- once you start showing... - Look, I know that.

I want to keep working.

Larry's preoccupied with the sergeant's exams,

- We're not ready. - Nobody ever is.

Romford.

All those for Romford, a line here, please.

Oh.

Hello.

Yes?

Is Mira Kohli in?

Nope. Sorry.

Er, do you know when she'll be back?

She sometimes comes home for lunch. Otherwise, she's at work.

Right. She prefers tulips.

And Dad might object.

Er...

sorry, who are you?

I'm her son, Rajesh.

Y-You're Mira's son?

How do you know her?

I'm Alphy Kottaram.

She's never mentioned me?

No,

I reckon I'd remember a vicar.

Or is it fancy dress?

An ironic comment on Christianity

as an oppressive tool of colonialism.

No, no, that's...

I'm sorry to bother you.

Geordie Keating,

there is a terrible injustice occurring this very instant.

Witness spotted a lad smashing wing mirrors

all along Mill Way.

So you just snatched the first child you saw?

A Mr Lowell described a young male,

maybe eight or nine, light hair, beige shirt playing truant.

That could be any boy in the village.

Said his name was Raymond Hayes.

Oh.

Which Mrs Chapman also confirmed.

Oh.

Larry, get hold of his parents.

Raymond's father is very ill and his mother died years ago.

He needs help.

Not wild accusations.

Then I'm sure you'd be happy to sit in with Raymond

while we get to the bottom of this.

Happily.

Alphy?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

To ask you why you disappeared, again.

But don't worry, it's all very clear now.

You... You... you went to my house?

I met Rajesh.

Th-They... They don't know about you.

That was abundantly clear.

- I'm so sorry, I... - I-I have a brother...

and you kept it from me.

They... They're not ready to find out.

And when was I going to be ready to find out?

I don't know.

- I'm so sorry, - But I've got it.

Thirty years, of course you have a family.

But you lied to me.

I-I couldn't tell you.

So shame then.

- I'm your dirty secret. - No.

Or is it this, huh?

I don't understand it.

An Indian man being part of that church.

You left me there...

outside that church, remember?

I was a child.

I-I... I knew nothing about missionaries and conversions.

I-I'm so glad that you are alive and...

and... well and happy.

But I just...

I hate...

that you didn't escape it.

You hate it.

But you've had 30 years to correct your mistake.

And in all that time, you didn't check on me, not once.

Er, careful.

I have preserves from Fortnum's inside.

And I don't want them spread anywhere other than

the scones at luncheon club.

Or I'll see to it that your next stop

will be the benefits office.

They can't get away with this, Matty.

It's just so unfair.

Flora, not amongst the navvies and the missionaries.

Oh, you really can be quite witless.

I'm a saint for tolerating you all these years.

Excuse me. Sorry. Thank you.

Mind the doors. Mind the doors.

A "thanks" would be nice.

Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?

No, please go ahead.

Very polite of you to ask.

You are supposed to, aren't you?

Not everyone does.

I'd hate to steal somebody's seat.

Or sit on an invisible bunny rabbit.

Can you imagine? I'd be so embarrassed.

I can't imagine that Harvey

would be too impressed either.

Do you think he'd need a ticket?

Invisible rabbit?

Ah, they're not going to charge him.

Where are you going to?

Cambridge.

Smashed windows at Blakely's farm,

threw rocks at a delivery truck, vandalised a signpost.

All that from just this spring.

And all before your dad got ill?

We tried the stern talking to, clip round the ear.

But now you're back in here.

Mrs C called by earlier.

Someone did for Alphy's tyres.

That was a vicar's car.

A good friend of mine.

Today was a very important day for him.

Tell us, son...

did you do it?

Don't be intimidated, Raymond.

Just be truthful, and all will be well.

I did it.

I did all of them.

Do you speak English?

English?