Grantchester

Morning!

DIANA HUMMING

St John.

Ah, wonderful. St John Gurney-Clifford.

- Will. Pleasure to meet you. - Pleasure's all mine.

Diana!

Ooh. Can't face the world without my face.

Your bloody mother.

Well, you bloody invited her.

It's sterling work you do.

- Thank you. - I've nothing but admiration.

Will's helping troubled boys. Physical training.

- Er, boxing. - Ah, you see? Sterling work.

Well, it's what they pay me for.

How much is that? It's not a great deal, I imagine.

Well, respect where it's due.

Must be quite some vocation when your chairman

is, to all intents and purposes, invisible.

BOTH LAUGH

Well, there's more to life than financial reward.

Oh, he's teasing, darling.

Well, I'm very glad you made it, albeit a little on the late side.

We have... an announcement to make.

Amie! At least let the chap finish his coffee.

Oh, sorry.

I've asked your mother to marry me.

And I've said yes.

At our age it doesn't do to hang about.

Congratulations.

You will come to the engagement party, won't you, darling?

CHUCKLES SOFTLY

WILL GRUNTING

Whoever that is, I fancy you've done for 'em.

My mother's remarrying.

He calls her Amie. No-one calls her Amie.

Why don't you like him?

He puts her down and she doesn't even notice.

Ah.

It doesn't matter what I think now, does it?

No, it's completely out of your control.

Embrace the freedom, Will.

What, and just watch her make a mistake?

Well, it's like I say to the boys.

We're a family. And family's all about compromise.

St John. What kind of name is St John?

Women of a certain age, no disrespect,

can be rather intransigent.

She's marrying the first man with a blazer like my father's

and an entry in Debrett's.

I made the mistake of mentioning the television set to Mrs C.

Why can't she just be on her own for once?

You should've seen the look on her face.

Like I'd broken the custard jug.

Yeah. Vic says if you can't change something,

you have to find another way round it.

You mean like going to your mother's engagement party

with a protest placard?

That's actually quite tempting.

WOMAN SHRIEKING

Dickie Astor.

Owns a finance company in Waterbeach.

Just gonna track down next-of-kin.

It's the hair. And the tie.

Thinks he's in love.

Man whiffs like a tart's armpit.

- You get a look at the driver? - No.

- Make of car? - Maybe.

- Number plate? - Yes.

And it'll come back to me any minute.

These orchids?

Don't see many of those growing on Jesus Green.

It's a big responsibility, but someone's gotta step up.

Will you stop flirting?

See what you can find out about these flowers.

Boss.

Can you confirm this is a murder inquiry?

Bloody Larry.

For the record.

Geordie?

She's the love interest?

- Why? You jealous? - No.

- No! - KNOCKING

Your husband, was he in the habit of buying you flowers, Mrs Astor?

Jacqueline, please.

Dickie wasn't really the sentimental type.

We're keeping an open mind as to motive.

Obviously, we're trying to trace the vehicle that ran Mr Astor down.

A Morris Eight, we believe.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - You don't have to be sorry.

Dickie and I have been together since I was 19.

Probably sounds facile to you,

but he really did sweep me off my feet.

It's all rather pitiful that it should come to this.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Bailiffs? Well, it looks like

Dickie Astor was high on charisma, low on readies.

Here's the client list, but I never sat in on the meetings.

Cos Dickie... Mr Astor.

He done most of them in the client's own home.

- Mm-hm. - For the exclusive experience.

And I ain't got shorthand, so...

Or a reference now.

Mother's going to have my guts.

Fancy a cuppa?

Well, only if they've left you the kettle.

Right-oh.

You do not stay as well preserved as Mrs Jacqueline Astor

without some serious investment.

Can't say I've noticed.

You do know it's not lying that makes you go blind.

Bingo.

This is definitely not meant for the taxman.

It was a nice car that ran Dickie down.

The kind that might have come from a house

big enough for exclusive visits.

What if someone worked out what he was up to?

Could've been the client he stole from that ran him down.

Well, if we knew the number plate of the car,

we could call round and ask them.

Retracing your steps.

American mumbo-jumbo.

Lot to answer for, those Americans.

Can you finish this conversation in your head?

Suppose you got used to losing stuff,

living in a stately home.

Mum.

Of course back at ours it's either the living room or the kitchen.

- Engagement party. St John. - Or maybe the lav.

If I can crowbar the mother-in-law out of it.

Placard.

GSK 786.

"I will set no wicked thing before mine eyes".

Psalms 101.

I thought you hated Psalms.

I hate this monstrosity more.

GSK 786 is registered here in Grantchester.

Elliot House, Way Lane.

Way Lane. Never heard of it.

- What? - Police enquiry's ground to a halt.

All for the want of a little local knowledge.

Ah, well, it's wisdom, really, Geordie.

It's community spirit, Will.

Oh, give me strength!

You'll have me wearing one of your uniforms next.

- Leonard. - Nothing!

Watch the potatoes.

Down the end there, through the trees.

- Way Lane. - You're a Godsend, Mrs C.

I don't know about that.

Some of the stories...

What stories?

Oh, all old wives' tales probably.

Be home before dark.

Hello?

Anyone home?

You're trespassing.

- Er, Police, Mr erm...? - Graham.

We're looking for the owner of a Morris Eight.

Get back to your room.

Back to your room, do you hear me?

Damn fool. That is an order!

Sorry. I'm... I'm...

I'm sorry. Sorry.

This belong to you, does it, Sir?

Barely used it in 20 years.

I shall expect your apology in writing, officer.

How do you account for that, Mr Graham?

Idiots' lantern.

What the Dickens was Will thinking?

Yes, well, it's here now, so, just, if you... Up a bit.

To the right.

- Oh! - Perfect.

MUSIC ON TV

Right, well... I'll see you in the morning.

SINGING IN FRENCH ON TV

Is that what he bought it for?

To watch a lot of little people singing in foreign?

It's a celebration of the ties between European nations.

It's convivial.

It's suspicious, is what it is.

Right, well. Don't let me keep you.

How'd you explain the damage to your car, Mr Graham?

Does anyone else have access to it?

The gentleman you live with. Your brother, is it?

Mr Graham, did you know Dickie Astor...

of R Astor Investment Brokers?

Is he circling in the hope of saving my soul?

I suspect you're long past that.

Dickie Astor is a family member.

Distant cousin. Not distant enough.

When did you last see him?

R Astor Brokers.

A Mr Graham of Way Lane...

..made some hefty investments.

Investments? Oh, do keep up!

The man ran Ponzi schemes, for Christ's sake!

He was a con artist.

No-one but the most gullible

would be drawn into financial dealings

with Mr Dickie Astor.