Grantchester

This one's my favourite.

Jeremiah, Isaiah, with a tremendous beard, and Elijah.

The scroll depicts the flaming chariot

upon which he ascended to heaven. When I first came here,

I was arrogant enough to see it as a sign.

It was me speeding into Grantchester on my motorbike.

Whereas now I feel more like Icarus plummeting back to Earth.

Icarus, from the Greeks?

Exactly.

I can't even keep things Biblical now.

Are you all right?

I'm sorry. It's been a difficult few weeks.

I've had some liaisons I'm not entirely proud of.

With... women?

With a woman engaged to be married.

And a widow and a mother who deserves so much more.

I need to abstain from love for a while.

I'm not exactly the best example

for someone exploring a future in the church.

But God forgives everything... if we turn to him.

Yes, but it's also up to us to respond to his forgiveness,

through repentance, atonement,

and making sure it never happens again.

I'm sorry you had to walk in on a situation like that.

I can imagine you're feeling confused, humiliated, angry...

and I can't blame you.

Wow, you've really got me figured out (!)

No, I'm just saying, it's totally understandable.

You don't have to vicar me.

Hi, Will.

Give us a minute.

- Ernie! - Sorry.

Sorry. - Sorry. - Sorry.

So, is that back on? You and whatever her name is.

No, no. That was a mistake from the start.

We're thinking of heading back home.

Makes sense now Geordie's back.

Exactly.

And it's not as if there's much for me here anyway, is there?

I suppose not.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me? - I won't be a minute!

Certainly, yes, sir.

Just be cool.

Leonard!

If I get the job, I'll be able to save up and pay rent,

get a bed somewhere.

But the factory want to see my birth certificate,

and that's at my parents' house.

And you don't want to go there?

You should be able to get a new copy at the town hall.

- Could use a hand in here. - I won't be a minute.

That's what you said half an hour ago.

- I should go. - Rosie, if the town hall are difficult,

come back and... we can go together.

- Thanks, Mr Finch. - Leonard.

- You can't help them all. - She's only 17.

Come on, you've got the bongo crew in there.

And the girl that does the rude haikus,

they're drinking coffee by the gallon.

How could she leave him?

He's tall, good-looking, well-paid job.

It's not like when Cathy threw you out.

He won't be single for long, mark my words.

Why, are you gonna ask him out?

- A body's been found. - Business as usual.

Another vagrant.

We ask that you to watch over Sylvia as she enters this next --

and we hope final -- stage of her treatment.

- And we pray... - Amen!

- I've run out of sherbet lemons. - I don't think Will had finished.

No point in wasting his time. Whatever happens now, happens.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be.

- Now, I know this is difficult for you... - Do you?

I've had two bouts of wireless therapy...

Radiotherapy.

Poked and prodded in places you haven't even got places.

It sounds horrendous.

And I can see why your faith has been tested.

- Tested to destruction, so don't bother telling me otherwise. - Fine.

If you're struggling to trust in him, then at least humour me,

so I don't feel like I'm wasting my time, eh?

Please.

Our Father, who art in Heaven

Hallowed be thy name Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done

On Earth as it is in Heaven

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our trespasses

As we forgive those Who trespass against us.

Shopkeeper found him when he was putting the bins out.

Said he was round here quite a lot.

You got a name for him?

They called him Smudge. Cos he was always dirty.

Well, he's not any more,

and that's not what his mother called him.

I'll ask around.

And ask if he was always clean-shaven.

You don't think...?

The blankets, the doorway.

Even got the same bloody marks on his neck!

You mean this is connected to those other vagrant murders?

I thought you put that mad student in the loony bin for that?

- How is she? - She's saying she's lost her faith.

If God's testing her, she'll test him back.

All right, just in time for my round, as usual.

Another vagrant's been killed.

- Where? - Back of Lion Yard.

In a doorway. Got Larry trying to identify him.

Well, you think someone copied the other murders?

He was washed and shaved.

I didn't mention any of that to the press for this exact reason.

- I was careful. - No, we know.

So, Robin, the man we caught, he's innocent?

Well, of this one, yes,

but doesn't mean he didn't commit the others.

Maybe he had an accomplice, maybe he told someone how he did it.

Maybe I got it wrong.

- Geordie. - He confessed.

People confess to things they haven't done all the time.

I should've dug deeper.

I'm going to go and see him.

This about the vagrant murder in town, then?

Never thought Robin had it in him.

Doesn't mean Robin wasn't involved at all.

I missed something, though, didn't I?

The evidence all pointed that way.

And, look, anyone can make a mistake.

I should know.

Call Dr Flemming now!

What sort of state was he in?

Generally, good. Responding to medication well,

having regular assessments with the doctors.

Did you tell Robin about the murder?

I thought he'd be happy.

That it proved it wasn't him.

- And how did he react? - Sort of shocked.

He started rambling, muttering.

Did he tell you he didn't commit the other murders?

No. I just couldn't see it.

He was a nice guy, no trouble whatsoever.

But he was still a patient.

These people are in here for a reason.

Did he mention anyone else in relation to the killings?

- No. - Did he tell anyone, including yourselves,

about how he committed them?

- No. - Not that we know of.

- What do you mean? - Robin had a visitor this morning.

A woman. Brainy type.

His tutor.

Veni.

It's Latin, apparently. You're in for a treat.

Inspector.

Vicar.

Are you here to arrest me or convert me?

We'll see.

Professor, what was the purpose of your visit

to Robin Fellows earlier today?

He asked me to come.

And I must admit to some morbid curiosity

as to what he might have to say.

Which was?

Predictably banal, sadly.

That his victims didn't deserve to die,

"They were good people in difficult circumstances,"

- the ramblings of a mad man. - Sounds fairly sane to me.

Not in light of his previous actions.

Did Robin mention a more recent murder to you?

It was difficult to understand anything he was saying, really.

It's just that the killing shared certain features that only Robin --

if he did kill the other men -- or someone close to him would know.

Are you suggesting that I'm some sort of accomplice, Inspector?

Where were you between midnight and six o'clock this morning?

In the Master's Lodge.

With the Master.

- You can check. - Ah, we will.

Are you aware Robin committed suicide after seeing you?

You don't seem particularly affected

by the death of a former student, Professor.

Oh, I know we're supposed to gnash and wail

and pretend like all lives are precious,

but there is an argument to say that people like Robin --

and even his victims -- are better off dead.

These are men with troubled pasts, who can't or won't be helped.

They can't relate to other people.

And society pays the price for their actions.

And they can never change?

That suits your narrative, vicar.

Repentance, redemption.

But let's be honest. Who changes, really?

- So they deserve to be killed? - I'm not saying that.

It's just an argument.

I'm sorry if it offends you, but that's my job.

"What harms, often teaches."

I see you know your Latin, Vicar.

Gold star for you.

Bloody academics.

- You all right? - What if she's right?

Given my past, what if I can't change?

- You don't have to. - Really? What would Bonnie say?

You'd have to tell her yourself.