Grantchester

Oh, you're getting much better, Reverend.

How about we play for something more meaningful?

I think I've got a few pennies.

No, I couldn't take money from a man of the cloth!

If I win, that top of yours comes off.

If you lose, mine does!

Ida. We've talked about you getting too excited.

The other residents are enjoying their quiet time.

Yes, Matron.

Good morning, bunny hoppers!

It's time to get up and jive! Yee-ha!

Clem Preston! Stop this at once!

Open this door. You're upsetting the other residents!

Did I ever tell you about the time that I invented the Turkey Trot?

Course, they'll have you believe it's an American invention,

but then they'll have you believe anything.

Open this door, Mr Preston, right this instant!

Mr Wyndham, your keys, please.

Clem, I think it might be time to open up.

I don't think so, Reverend.

Fortune favours the bold!

You have a stout, but not unimpressive posterior,

Matron Fletcher.

Mr Preston, you have embarrassed yourself.

In front of the staff here, the other residents,

- and now the vicar as well. - The vicar's a young man, I...

You've as likely overexcited yourself...

just like the summer fair.

D'you remember the mess you made of yourself

in front of the whole home?

And how many of us it took to clean you up?

You don't wanna be seen like that by everyone again, do you?

Please escort Mr Preston back to his room.

Was that really necessary?

You'd have me tolerate insubordination, Mr Davenport?

No, but the manner in which we talk to people...

Not so long ago, St Cedd's was a workhouse,

yet today our residents have warm beds, sinks in every room

and a communal television.

They are very lucky.

I expect the courtesy of discipline in return.

As, I've no doubt, would you.

She treated him like a child.

It was demeaning!

Getting old is demeaning.

Those places are meant to be supportive.

You know in my day, you were born at home and you died at home.

If nothing else, it was convenient for visitors.

I know a bully when I see one.

You planning to do something about it this afternoon?

Well, no.

Good. Pass me the greaseproof paper. They'll be here in a minute.

Hey, kids! Packed a picnic for the fishing trip!

Yay!

Where's Cathy?

She, er, she had a union thing.

- And Esme? - No.

Can I... help with that?

I don't know. Is this inappropriate for a kind, grieving widow, too?

I'm sorry...

about the other night. I didn't mean to upset you.

I was an idiot.

I like you, a lot.

But I'm not looking for anything, with anyone.

I am in need of a friend. I think we're good at that.

Lucky for you, some of my best friends are idiots.

- Life's complicated enough, right? - Exactly!

We've only got seven welly boots, but there are eight feet.

Don't worry, Will's got a saw,

we just need a volunteer who likes hopping.

I didn't think you'd come back here.

I've left Elliot.

What?

I told him everything. The wedding's off.

Wow!

What happened?

I realised I've been living the life my parents wanted...

.. the life Elliot wanted.

I wanna live unexpectedly...

get on that bike of yours and drive.

Rome, Paris...

You know, in Sweden they're letting women train as priests.

Oh, I'm not sure I can just...

run away now.

It's running towards.

Towards a new future, one we get to write.

Say the word, and we can be in Florence in a week.

Vicarage?

Get yourself down to St Cedd's care home. Pronto.

You told me the matron here was a bully.

Well, she seems a little... domineering.

Why, has she done something?

No.

Someone's done for her.

Boss, according to the staff, this room belongs to a Clem Preston.

Clem?

They found the pillows dressed as a body.

He's done a runner in the night.

Not only Mr Preston. Just done a head count.

Two of the residents are missing.

Clem Preston and...

Ida Merryman.

There's no sign of forced entry on the main doors and nothing missing,

- so not a robbery gone wrong. - Did she have any relatives?

There's no husband. She lived in a flat on site.

That smells like corn.

- Could she have been poisoned? - Ah, we'll test it.

- So, she falls and hits her head here... - Or she was pushed.

By a pair of septuagenarians?

Well, you said yourself, Clem was a trouble maker.

Oh, Clem played loud music. On that basis, the next suspect's Esme.

Plenty of clothes still here, so they didn't pack for a big trip,

so why run?

Well, they'd witnessed a killing, or they were scared?

Or... taken hostage?

But in any case, I'm more concerned they'll do themselves a mischief

than harm anyone else. Clem doesn't strike me as a killer.

We've searched the meadows. Nothing, sir.

OK.

We've put out a county-wide alert.

Uniform are checking cafes and parks nearby. They can't have gone far.

- You put together a picture of what happened last night? - A start of one.

- Mm-hm. - All residents accounted for at 8pm yesterday.

Matron was definitely alive.

Day shift turn up at eight to wake everyone, start breakfast.

That's when they found her.

Eight last night to eight this morning,

it's hardly narrowing it down.

Except someone heard a bang just after 9pm,

thought it was the water pipes.

Anyone else verify that?

Not yet.

See if you can track down any relatives for Clem and Ida,

anyone they'd go to.

Boss.

- These places give me the creeps. - I think it's nice,

having somewhere and someone to look after you.

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth

and Mrs C still makes your bed, of course you like it.

- Pat. - Ah!

- This is Inspector Keating. - Ah.

Pat Wyndham, he's the handyman here.

I'm sorry. This all must be quite a shock.

You worked here long?

Oh, a couple of years now. It was the Matron gave me this break.

Er, were you here around nine o'clock last night?

No, I'm off at eight each day.

How easy is it for the residents to get out of here?

We get a few wandering off the grounds, but never very far.

They don't have it in 'em.

Could Clem have had anything to do with the Matron's death?

You've seen 'em clash. He's a feisty bugger, but not dangerous.

Was there anyone else who might've taken issue with her?

Family of the residents, other staff?

I don't think so.

She could be very strict, very firm.

Hell, you would not wanna cross her. But people felt safe.

It's like a family here. Please find Clem and Ida,

before anything happens to them.

Wait, Geordie, I think there's something you should know.

Maya?!

Bloody hell! Casanova!

Well, that's the boss cheesed off for a year.

So, what did you say to her?

- I said that it's a lot to take in. - Mm-hm.

But it has to be a "no" obviously. Same reason I said "no" to Bonnie.

Oi! Bonnie is not the same. You behave around her.

I am! We're just friends. I'm swearing off women.

Oh, bollocks you are!

What's happened is it's all got a bit too real.

When you couldn't have Maya, it was a fantasy.

Now you can and you're terrified.

And no wonder! What'd you even know about her?

I know plenty.

You know nothing. It's just lust.

- Relationships take a bit more graft, Will. - Oh, that is rich!

What have you done to win Cathy back since the cornflower debacle?

That was not a debacle.

You are waiting for her, like it's just a phase, but it's not.

Cathy is changing and you have no idea how to handle that.

Oh, wonderful assessment, Dr Kinsey,

but it's not the notches on your bed, it's the miles on your clock.

You've never got out of the driveway.

And you're broken down on the A1.

Pathologist's report's in.

Impact to the head killed her. Matches the sink.

There's no other bruising, no other marks.

So she could've fallen?

Yeah, but you don't run away if someone slips over.

Results are in.

The liquid in those two glasses, it's not poison, it's moonshine.

A real blue flame special, according to the lab boys.

I think they'd rather fancy a bottle if you find it.

First we've gotta find out who's brewing it.

Maybe they're involved?

Also, I've been doing some digging.

St Cedd's didn't have any records for the next-of-kin for Clem Preston

but the home deals with the Court of Protection a lot,

and his name pops up there.

His guardianship was being changed due to mental incapacity.