Grantchester

Mrs C?

Christ on a bike!

Argh! Gah!

Well, if that mutton wasn't dead before...

it certainly is now.

The pie...

It's a bit on the overdone side.

I was just putting the washing out.

Think you've done that already.

Best go in. Got a pie in the oven.

- Well, you don't want that burning. - No.

She's an enigma.

An enigma? She nearly burned the house down.

It'll just be one of her moods.

- I might mention something to Will. - No, no, don't... do that.

He's preoccupied at the minute.

He's not preoccupied. He's moping.

Poor chap's just had his heart broken.

- He was only with her for five minutes! - Even so.

- She was engaged to someone else. - He's got no curate.

With wedding season, he's hardly got a moment to himself.

Wedding season.

Didn't realise how much happiness you had to endure.

I always rather enjoyed the weddings.

So much... hope.

The thing about hopes, they can always be dashed.

Well, you're a joy this morning (!)

Excuse me? Sir, might I just get to the door?

Sir?

Police. On your feet.

Oh, no.

Blimey. Not another one. Chuck him in the van, Mike.

Not a bad way to go.

Bottle of whiskey, looking up at the stars.

Beaten senseless in a doorway. Sounds idyllic (!)

Ask around. See if anyone knew him.

Why? No-one cares.

Boss.

You know the vagrant deaths we had a few months back?

They were found in doorways, too.

Hardly gonna find them at The Ritz, are we?

They're tramps, boss.

They get drunk. They have fights. End up dead sometimes.

Well, let's revisit the files.

See if there's any other similarities.

Governor said he wanted those cases closed.

"Misadventure", he said.

You're in serious danger of a ticking-off, Larry.

Files, now!

Odd, isn't it?

My biggest concern half an hour ago was whether I had

enough currants for the Chelsea buns.

I feel responsible somehow.

Well, it's hardly your fault, Leonard.

I've seen him recently, asking for money a few times.

I was always relieved when...

he didn't approach me.

He had this signed.

Book of tennis and poetry.

"Robin Fellows. SM."

St Margaret's College. He was at the university.

Let's find out if he's Robin!

Oh, no! No, you don't!

New boss. Not keen on my religious advisers.

How does he feel about ex-cons?

- He never expressed an opinion. - I'd say that's positively an invite.

I pray every day.

Why won't you answer me?

- Ernest Evans! What are you doing?! - Nothing.

Did you do this?

That is a wicked thing to do!

Do you know what happens to the wicked?

God punishes them!

They burn in the fires of hell for all eternity,

you wicked, wicked boy!

Mrs C, that's enough!

St Margaret's College. This is the place.

This is the way.

No, sorry. THIS is the way.

Room 10. This is the room.

Mr Fellows? It's the police.

No answer.

- Thank you, Leonard. - Heyo, fine fellows.

Are you looking for Robin?

Detective Inspector Keating.

- Just... plain Leonard. - Short for Leonardo?

Sadly not.

- Erm... Jim Baker. Sorry. - Are you a friend of Mr Fellows?

Er, next-door neighbour, erstwhile friend,

but you won't find him in.

- Do you need a hand? - Thanks.

Just back from a field trip. Anthropology.

Third years got Kenya, we got Canterbury.

- Always the pity. - Whoa!

We're doing bones.

- I call him "Yorick". - It's a reference to Hamlet.

- I got that. - When was the last time...

Where be your jibes now?

- Your gambols? Your songs... - Mr Baker!

Yes, sir?

When was the last time you saw Robin?

End of term.

He left under a bit of a cloud. Have a seat, if you can find one.

- Er, what kind of cloud? - Rumour is, he...

.. well...

went a bit doolally.

Almost unhinged. A complete fall from grace.

Parents had to come and collect him. It was all rather hushed up.

Last I heard, he was recuperating by the seaside.

Is it possible he's back in Cambridge?

It's possible, I suppose.

We found this on the body of a deceased man.

That's Robin's.

Robin's not the...

He's not dead, is he?

- Where is he? - Don't be angry.

Angry? I'm bloody fuming!

- Desecrating a church? - It was hardly desecration.

Here... now!

- Apologise to Mr Davenport. - He already has.

- Destroying a church? - It's hardly destroyed!

I really am sorry.

Apology accepted.

Now, I think there's some cake in the kitchen.

I'm telling him off, and you give him some cake?

I can't stand conflict.

- He used to be such a lovely boy. - He still is.

Ugh, he can be a right little bugger sometimes. Sorry.

- What for? - The "bugger".

I know I should be more understanding,

but sometimes, I just want to throttle him!

Does he ever talk about him? His dad?

He won't even mention him.

I could talk to him, if you like?

No, you don't have to do that. Honestly, it's fine.

I'd be happy to. Besides, I used to be a little bugger myself, so...

Never seen a dead body before.

I rather turned my back on Robin when he was...

.. suffering.

Sometimes, it's easier to look away.

Doesn't make me much of a friend, does it?

You ready?

It's not him.

It's not Robin?

Why would he have Robin's book, do you think?

I have no idea.

Perhaps, h-he gave his things away?

Or perhaps this poor chap stole it from Robin at some point?

I don't know.

If anyone'll know where Robin is, it'll be the Prof.

It's short for Professor.

Yes, I cracked that little code, thank you, Leonard.

- Veni. - She likes to address us in Latin.

Ah! Praeclarus.

Jim. How was Canterbury?

Cold.... Rainy.

Alas was it ever thus.

These chaps are detectives.

I'm just a hanger-on.

You're definitely police.

You've got that crumpled, useless look about you.

Thank you, Professor.

I have a lecture in an hour, so let's cut to Hecuba.

You're here about Robin, I take it?

That's him. There he is. First year, was it?

He looks so... carefree. It's hard to believe he...

He had a nervous breakdown, do you think?

Complete and utter.

Academia and troubled minds

go hand-in-hand, but...

.. his decline was rather spectacular.

What precipitated that, do you think?

Precipitated? Hmm! I'm impressed.

He'd been working on his thesis.

What was it about? In small words, so I can understand.

The destitute.

Whether there are inherent factors

that predispose someone to reject society.

Or predispose society to reject them.

Bleeding heart, too, are you?

No. A Christian.

God and the law!

You two really are a pair.

Robin wanted to help. He'd take food, blankets.

- He made friends with these men? - You both did, didn't you?

Robin wanted to rehabilitate them. I-I just helped.

Jim thinks Robin's recuperating at the seaside.

I thought it was a euphemism for the loony bin, but...

.. this was posted... under my door. Hand-delivered.

"Ring out wild bells, and let him die."

- Mmm. It's... - Tennyson.

Spanner, if you would, please, Ernie?

I have a bike. It's got three wheels and a bell.

Stop. You're gonna make me jealous!

- Who bought you the bike? - Mum and Dad, for Christmas.

You must miss him, your dad.

- Am I a wicked person? - Of course not.

The lady in the church said I am.

The lady in the church is wrong about a lot of things.

When you miss someone, like you miss your dad,