Grantchester

Boss. Have a look at the blonde.

She'll be picking sick out of that blonde hair come midnight.

Mark my words, Larry. Same every year.

Spring bloody balls.

We all know how the creation story starts.

But even though we've been cast out of Eden,

it doesn't mean we have to wait until heaven to glimpse paradise.

Behave. Behave. Whoa!

What did I tell ya?

And just because we're fallen

doesn't mean we have to keep falling.

The insider can report that Tobias Montague,

second son of the Earl of Montague,

was seen trading blows

with High Court judge Hugh Teague's son and namesake.

"Too much punch?"

We don't have to listen to the snakes.

We don't have to eat the apples.

Though I could probably make an exception

for Mrs Chapman's apple pie.

We can never return to Eden,

but through our choices, our actions, with Jesus' help,

I believe we can get close.

We are all Adam and Eve...

and the world is our garden.

- Amen. - Amen.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Here we are, then.

Good old Grantchester. Hmm.

Quiet compared to Marrakech, isn't it?

I think anywhere would be.

Until next year, then.

Well, I'll see you before then.

Inshallah.

I think we're allowed a stiff handshake.

Mmm. Thanks, Marie.

I'm surprised you made it.

A hangover's never kept me from a good breakfast.

I'm not talking about the hangover.

I thought staying in a college bed

might have... stirred some of the old instincts.

Yeah. Sleep.

How was your night?

Hmm? Like being a PC again. All hands on deck.

Six drunk disorderlies, two serious assaults.

But only four incidents of indecent exposure.

What is it with bloody students this time of year?

It's the end of term, Geordie. Just letting their hair down.

And their trousers.

Who's letting their trousers down?

Oh. Morning, Ellie. Oh, come on.

I'll tell you which senior police officer

was seen perusing the ladies of Mill Road last night.

William Davenport, Ellie Harding.

Ellie writes for The Echo.

Seems to think I'm a free source of news.

And cigarettes.

Hi. Ah. He's better-looking than the rest of your boys.

I wouldn't bother. He's celibate.

Thanks. Oh, you're that Will.

Should change your name to Won't.

Boss. We need you. Not you.

Oh. So you take a vicar but not a journalist?

Judging by what she's wearing,

she was a guest at the ball last night.

Porters found her first thing.

They say sometimes students jump off the bridge to show off.

If she were showing off, there'd be witnesses.

Excuse me?

Oi! Police!

This is part of Linley College.

Probably don't wanna admit they spent the night with boys.

Jess. Miss, Miss.

Jess? Can't come down here.

That's my friend, she's my friend.

Jess.

Hello, Dickens. Hello.

Oh, I've missed you.

Oh. There you are!

How was Bognor?

You've had the sun, then.

It was very temperate.

I've got you some...

...dates and this is argan oil.

It's supposed to be very good for your skin.

From Bognor?

And some slippers for Will.

Bognor Regis?

Mm-hm.

Well...

We were drinking and...

...dancing and talking to boys together.

But then I went to the lavatory and when I came back, she'd gone.

I just assumed she'd gone back to Newnham.

When I got there around 11, she hadn't signed in.

When she wasn't there this morning...

Was there anyone else there she was talking to?

There were some other girls from our college.

And these boys you were dancing with?

It was a ball, there were hundreds of them.

You don't think one of them...

We're just trying to establish what happened.

You know, we won't know anything until after... the post-mortem.

What was Jessica's mood like?

The last time you saw her.

Good. I mean, she could get a little maudlin when drunk.

Maudlin about what?

It can be quite difficult to fit in here.

Especially at big functions, where everyone knows everyone else.

How do you act?

But not last night. Last night she was happy.

It was fun, I think.

So, when you say you were drinking...

...how drunk do you think Jessica was?

We're not used to drinking champagne and...

...these boys are so generous, they do top you up.

All right. Thank you, Miss, er...?

Fitzpatrick. Vronky.

It's short for Veronica.

If we have any more questions, we'll be in touch.

Bye.

I don't suppose you fancy a post-mortem on a hangover.

It's the third weekend of the month. Eh?

Lunch with Mum. Oh.

Well, it's east-facing, so the sun does come in first thing

and the curtains are rather thin.

We can always replace the curtains.

And the upstairs neighbours walk about like elephants.

A lady does like to live in the manner

to which she's accustomed, doesn't one?

How was your holiday, Leonard?

Oh, it was... paradise.

There. What about a week away? That might cheer you up.

Have you ever tried the English riviera?

Bognor. I don't need cheering up.

You were complaining again. I was making conversation.

Mum, you have money, a flat in Chelsea.

This is your chance to build the life you want.

I have the life I want.

I saw a dead girl today

who will never have that opportunity.

Well, I can't compete with that.

I'm not asking you to compete.

I just want you to try.

More shepherd's pie, anyone?

No, thank you, Sylvia.

It was delicious, but I've had quite enough.

Mum, I'm... Would you be so kind as to telephone for a taxi?

That's the contents of her handbag.

Get these tested, see where they're from.

Yes, boss.

She was wearing that under her dress.

A garter.

She didn't sound like the type.

Pathologist said cause of death was a blow to the side of her head.

She could've hit it on a rock at the bottom of the river.

He said there was no water in her lungs.

But that means she was dead before she went into the water.

Come on, knees up, no slacking.

All right, straight in. 20 press-ups.

Chest to the floor.

Come on, you too, Vicar. Show 'em how it's done.

I'm busy losing to this bag.

You all right?

Ah, you know, the world.

Hey, it's a beautiful place. Don't let anyone tell you different.

Here he is!

You got any fresh blood for me, Keatsy?

No, not this time, Vic.

Well, it's no wonder, is it?

In that shape you'll never catch 'em.

Hey, there's someone wants a word with ya.

Hey, Luke.

Hey. I never said stop, did I? Go on, carry on.

Right. What do you wanna say to the inspector?

I'm sorry for stealing them bikes.

And thank you for sending me here instead of prison.

Wasn't my choice, son.

You can thank my chief constable for that.

But I'm glad to see you're enjoying it.

Wanna see him spar? Never gives up, this one.

It's Will I need to see, actually.

What's he done this time?

I need his help... with a murder investigation.

And how come he's always so bloody cheerful?

Vic's Victors.

Too many punches to the head, if you ask me.

Oh, come on. It's gotta be better than Borstal.

Hard work, discipline, a chance to make something of themselves.

Yeah. Tougher criminals.

Inspector. Principal Shaw.

Andrea, please.

Mr William Davenport.

He was there when we first discovered the body

and he's assisting with our inquiry.

I'm sorry about Jessica. Indeed.

However, with not one but two pillars

of the patriarchy in attendance, state and church,

I'm sure we'll soon get to the bottom of this.

This is why I need you here.