Episode 3

♪ ♪ WILL: I'm leaving.

I took the job.

You're not giving a damn about those of us left behind.

♪ ♪ Oh, God!

We'd have killed each other before we made it down the aisle.

LEONARD: You go and be brilliant.

WILL: I will cherish the friendships I've made here for the rest of my life.

I hope I made you proud.

Every day, son.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpering) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ("Blue Memories" by Jerry Fuller playing) ♪ Blue memories ♪ (group vocalizing) ♪ That's what you left me ♪ (group vocalizing) ♪ Things that we used to do ♪ ♪ Are keeping me blue ♪ ♪ And alone ♪ (group vocalizing) ♪ Blue memories ♪ (car roars past) (group vocalizing) ♪ That's what you left me ♪ (group vocalizing) ♪ Your one tender touch ♪ ♪ I miss so much ♪ ♪ Since you've gone ♪ (engine revving) (group vocalizing) ♪ I keep living ♪ ♪ Living ♪ ♪ In the past ♪ ♪ In the past ♪ ♪ That should have died ♪ ♪ A long time ago ♪ ♪ Blue memories ♪ (group vocalizing) ♪ That's what you left me ♪ (group vocalizing) (car door slams) ♪ ♪ ♪ Darling, why did you go?

♪ ♪ You know I'll always love you so ♪ (group vocalizing) LEONARD (voiceover): "And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils."

Gets you all of a quiver, doesn't it?

Speak for yourself.

I know you're a man who doesn't...

Enjoy poetry with his pint?

...open his heart easily.

And losing Will, as we did...

He's five hours up the A1, not six foot under.

And if you ever want to talk about him, or the aching hole in your heart, I'm here.

I'm fine, Leonard.

(gasping) There is a gentleman breaking into the vicarage!

A swarthy gentleman!

(panting) (gulping, gasping) No, stay here.

You'll need backup.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Look at me.

I'm all of a quiver!

Everyone's at it today.

(door creaks) Guard the door.

It would be my honor, Boss.

♪ ♪ (distant footsteps) (clattering) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (objects clattering) Gotcha-- ooh!

(grunts) Bloody hellfire.

That's it, I'm calling the police.

I am the police.

Detective Geordie Keating.

You're under arrest.

For what?

Punching a policeman.

Breaking and entering.

Theft.

And what am I supposed to have stolen?

Well, that for starters.

That's mine.

Oh, pull the other one.

What's your name?

It's my radio.

Name.

I'm not giving you my name.

Right.

That's it.

That's my radio and it's my house.

If this was your house, that would make you... Oh, God.

Not quite but, you know, on speaking terms.

You're the new vicar.

I'm the new vicar.

Right.

Well...

Apologies for the... For the assault?

Misunderstanding.

Someone reported me, didn't they?

What did they say?

(sighs) Just that they'd seen a... gentleman trying to enter the property.

Any particular kind of gentleman?

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

(scoffs) I'll leave you to settle in.

Oh, that's very generous of you, thank you very much.

Oh, er, just so you know, the stove's a bit temperamental.

You need to give the door a good shove.

Mm, yeah.

You sure you're a policeman?

Pretty sure.

(footsteps retreating) Did you get him?

Did you punch his lights out?

Reverend Alphy Kottaram.

Oh.

Oh.

Yup.

Pleasure to meet you, Mrs... Chapman.

Sylvia.

Not me.

She's Sylvia.

I'm Finch.

Leonard.

Leonard of the House of Finch.

I would invite you in for a cup of tea but unfortunately all my cups are broken, so... Well, if you ever need anything... Oh, you'll be the first person I call.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ CATHY: What's he like?

I don't know.

Is he old?

Young?

Tall, short?

He is not from these climes.

Cambridge?

He is... (whispering): Indian.

Why are you whispering?

A foreigner.

It's unsettling.

Is he handsome?

Esme!

Is he?

GEORDIE: He's got a good right hook on him, that's all I know.

Maybe now you can stop pining.

I'm not pining.

(laughter) I'm not!

You need a friend, Dad.

He needs a vicar.

I don't need a vicar!

Uh, no!

Absolutely not.

Mum!

You are not leaving the house like that.

Tell her, Mrs. C. Lipstick is a mortal sin, and vanity is the food of fools.

(scoffs) Mmm.

Mmm.

CATHY: Good job, Silvia.

Pining... As if I've been pining.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ "Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth."

Wormwood?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) WOMAN: Um... you do know you're trespassing.

(chuckles) Whose land is it?

Mine.

Well, my family's.

Going back to Henry VIII, apparently.

Rather generous chap, all told.

Beheadings aside.

Student?

Vicar.

Oh.

I've heard all about you.

News travels fast.

Nothing stays secret here for long.

Rachel Baron.

Baron?

As in Albert Baron?

My father.

I'm so sorry, I've just been reading through the paperwork.

Must've been an awful shock.

He was a terrible curmudgeon.

Made Henry VIII look positively jovial.

There were no notes on the service.

I can make it more personal if you like?

No, we don't need any of that.

I toyed with leaving him out on bin day, but my brother objected.

(chuckles) Yeah, I can see why.

Mm.

Well.

I should get ready, I suppose.

See you soon.

Clothes on?

It's pretty much frowned upon to take a service any other way.

More's the pity.

♪ ♪ (organ playing, church bells ringing) You're the new one, are you?

My brother, Harvey.

Some well-meaning missionary got their hands on you, did they?

I'm sorry?

You're a convert, I imagine.

Christian.

Born and bred.

Really?

Will wonders never cease?

(church bells ringing) (voiceover): In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be... ...world without end.

Amen.

How about we close our eyes and take a moment to reflect on happier times.

Memories of your dad, when you were younger.

A time when he was filled with laughter.

And life.

When he smiled a little easier... Harvey!

(grunts) ALPHY: That is enough!

Do that again, son, and I won't be responsible for my actions.

I am not your son!

Leave.

Now!

Let's go, Dad.

See you in hell, you old bastard.

HARVEY: Admit what you did.

Admit it!

Your father took his own life!

I wish for your sakes he hadn't.

I'm so sorry, we just wanted to pay our respects.

Dad was murdered, Vicar.

Harv, come on now.

HARVEY: He was murdered and I can prove it.

♪ ♪ Didn't think I'd see you again.

I was sort of hoping the same.

Eventful funeral, I hear.

They're inside.

Walkers in one room, Barons in the other.

Well, at least, I hope that's still the case.

Not sticking around?

Ah, well not really my remit, is it?

Murder.

Life, death, everything in between.

Thought you lot covered it all.

Not when there's a pint calling.

Godspeed, Inspector.

GEORDIE (voiceover): Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

In 1545, Henry VIII gave my ancestors a piece of land...

When I said start at the beginning, I was, perhaps naively, hoping for this century.

The land was a gift from the King to his mistress.

My great-great, etcetera, aunt.

She was incredible in the sack, apparently.

Lucky old Henry-- this bit of land?

It backs straight onto our house.

It backs straight onto our house.

Ten acres.

Fields, a stretch of river.

Rather lovely, really, if there wasn't so much acrimony involved.

The problem is, it sits directly between our house and the Walkers'.

We call it no man's land.

The Barons think it's theirs.

It's ours.

It's always been ours.

JAMIE: It's been hell.

Tit for tat, back and forth, never-ending arguments and posturing.

A man must defend what is rightfully his, Jamie.

It's exhausting.

Mr. Baron's death was investigated.

The coroner concluded suicide.

LIONEL: Exactly.

Shot with his own rifle.

It wasn't his rifle, Inspector.

And there's the rub.

(shouting): It wasn't his bloody rifle!

Do you hear me, you bastards?!

LIONEL: What?

What did you say?!

Harvey!

All right, back in your corners!

(indistinct chatter) (chatter fades) Afternoon, gents, um, can I buy anyone a drink?

Ah, fair enough, um... Pint of your finest, please.

Not that fine.

Uh, well, pint of your distinctly average then.

(places coins) Oh, yeah, um... Can I put this up somewhere?

Just, um... Open day tomorrow, if anyone fancies it.

Hoping to get a lively conversation going about the parish.

Perhaps lively is over-stretching it.

(Alphy sighs) Are your clocks slow?

It's an hour slow.

Grantchester time.

What, you're in a different time zone, are you?

Makes sense, I suppose.

Ah, cheers.

Lovely to meet you all.

(quiet chattering) RACHEL: This is where we found him.

HARVEY: With this rifle.

He'd been dead a while.

Overnight, they think.

Horrible to think he died alone.

Why didn't you mention your concerns about his death before?

We only got his effects back yesterday.

This was the gun they found with him.

RACHEL: Dad had a rifle just like that, Harvey.

Yes, but he would notch the handle after every deer that he killed; there's no notches.

This isn't his rifle, Inspector.

Which rather begs the question, whose rifle is it?

♪ ♪ (talking in background) Have you sorted it?

Not quite.

Here's the thing.

Okay.

Here's the thing...

Yes, you've said that already.

Just answer my questions, I'll be out of your hair.

Okay.

Good.

You haven't actually asked me anything yet.

I have, in the past, come to your predecessors to ask for help.

Of a religious nature.

Marriage problems?

No.

Sexual problems?

No!

Spiritual then?

Of a sort.

I need your help with the case.

Right, you see, that's still not actually a question.

Oh, Christ on a bike-- will you help me or not?

No.

Right.

Any particular reason...

I'm not a great believer in the police.

I'm not a great believer in God.

Well then!

There we are.

What have you got against us, if you don't mind my asking?

In a nutshell, you're a bunch of morally bankrupt, power hungry, violent thugs.

Who wield their power purely to inflate their own egos and line their own pockets.

Who enforces the law without us?

God?

Hm.

Well, he'd do a better job.

Anyone would do a better job.

Someone who cares.

I didn't used to care.

Not very much.

Till I met one of you lot.

Now I have got empathy pouring out of me at a rate of knots.

Would be a lot easier in your line of work without it, I imagine.

Hell of a lot easier.

How can I help?

I need to take another look at the body.

Exhume him.

No, you won't.

Yes, I will.

You won't need to exhume him.

Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?

The coffin's still in the church.

Ah!

Come on, then.

What, you don't need me, do you?

Authorization and a witness statement.

Or I could just arrest you.

Now I'm starting to feel a little bit persecuted here, Inspector.

Seem to have that effect on people.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) Never seen so many uptight white men in one place.

And you work for the church.

They're bringing the body in now, boss.

This is DS Peters.

My original case notes.

You were the investigating officer?

Makes sense.

Looked like suicide.

I thought it.

Coroner thought it.

Even the family.

Not any more, Larry.

You coming?

To the morgue?

Yes.

(chuckles) What, why would I come to the morgue?

No reason.

Take his statement.

♪ ♪ Okay, take a seat.

♪ ♪ Okay, Mr. Baron.

What have you got for me?

LARRY (voiceover): It really did look like suicide.

Okay.

Oh, you're the new one, are you?

The new...?

Geordie's got a thing for vicars.

(scoffs) Okay, that's unnerving.

Didn't understand it at first.

But I'm starting to see the appeal.

He's been lonely without the old one.

Started talking to himself and everything.

No wedding ring, I see.

You don't mess about, do you?

There's a general shortage of decent men in this town, so...

If you ever need a tour guide.

I will come straight to you, Miss...

Call me Jennifer.

Alphy.

Me and her were an item for a bit.

Okay.

Never let me call her Jennifer.

(footsteps approaching) Baron's right-handed.

So how'd he shoot himself in the right side of his chest?

It's almost impossible to hold a rifle that long and shoot like that, especially with the wrong hand.

Why are you telling me this?

No reason.

So, can I go?

Any time you like.

Okay.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (imitates gun firing) ♪ ♪ (car door slams) We must stop meeting like this.

That was going to be my line.

(chuckles quietly) We just fell in love.

Across the barricades, as it were.

I don't think he believes us, darling.

No, no, of course I believe you.

It... (sighs) It's just, I've met your families.

All this nonsense over a rather scrubby piece of land.

So you're ready to put all that behind you?

A new era.

Sorry.

Don't mind me.

(glass clinking, liquid pouring) Jamie's such a romantic.

Used to send me the most darling love letters.

He'd hide them in the old oak tree out on no man's land.

HARVEY: Can you believe it, Vicar?

Love's young dream.

And under our noses all this time.

To the happy couple.

It'll take some time for the family to adjust to Jamie and me.

Well, judging by their previous record, you might be looking at centuries.

I'm sure they'll come round.

Bless you, you are sweet.

Any ideas for the wedding?

Maybe I can suggest a few... ♪ ♪ (exhales) (door opens) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (knocking at door) LEONARD: Sorry to bother you, Alphy.

Leonard, of the House of Finch?

(chuckles) By way of an apology.

For the swarthy incident.

"Swarthy."

I did wonder.

Mrs. C. is a little, um... Bigoted?

I was going to say old-fashioned.

Huh.

She just needs nudging in the right direction.

I'll get the oven on.

The door sticks.

It needs a good shove.

So I hear.

(Dickens barks) Um, Leonard... Oh yes, sorry, this is Dickens.

He comes with the house.

He's very fond of sausages.

(Dickens barks) Hello, Dickens.

Hello.

He's been a bit needy since Will left.

He's pining.

Hm, not the only one, I hear.

The police officer.

Poor Geordie.

He's a good egg.

Well, he says all the right things but, um... You might think you know who Geordie is, but you'd be wrong.

What, not a judgmental, right-wing, ill-fitting-suit-wearing tyrant then?

Hmm?

(chuckles) No.

Well, suit aside.

(chuckles) Honestly, he's more tolerant than you'd think.

Well, I'll take your word for it.

I used to be curate here.

Oh.

Why'd you leave?

Let's just say the church frowned on some of my romantic choices.

Oh, Leonard, you don't have to tell me any... You'll find out soon enough.

But Geordie's been wonderful throughout the troubles that followed.

He's a very dear friend.

Give him a chance.

Yeah.

And everyone else in the village?

You'll find they take a while to soften towards anything different.

Well, did they soften towards you?

(with mouth full): God, no.

(chuckles) No.

It's easier dealing with convicted criminals than the good people of Grantchester.

You like Dostoevsky?

Well, I'm not mad on him.

But you've read him?

Course I have.

Oh, you have no idea how happy that makes me feel.

Thank you for a very entertaining evening.

No, thank you.

It means a lot, really.

Leonard.

What do you know about the Barons and the Walkers?

Where to start?

How about Rachel and Jamie?

I mean, do they seem like a good match to you?

Put it this way: I never took Jamie as the marrying sort.

To Rachel, you mean?

To... any woman.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (whimpering) Yeah.

Don't worry.

I'm coming back, Dickens.

(grunts) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ A-ha.

Trespassing, are we?

Um... (chuckles) I can explain.

Can you?

(sighs) Not really, no.

Thought as much.

Oh, you've come to arrest me, have you?

If you'll come with me, sir.

You're kidding me.

We had reports of a vicar trespassing.

Actually, we had two reports.

One from the Walkers and one from the Barons.

Both claiming you were on their land.

Let me guess...

Swarthy?

They didn't specify in terms of... Swarthiness?

What were you doing up that tree?

Love letter.

From Jamie Walker.

For Rachel Baron?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

"Please don't be angry.

I don't want to do it, but I have no choice."

Do what?

Get married?

It's for her brother.

So Jamie Walker and... And Harvey Baron.

Well, that certainly puts a spin on things.

Maybe old man Baron found out about the two of them, got into a fight with his son's lover, and... Not your business.

Not my business.

(clears throat) Says the man who climbed up a tree.

I was just... ...curious is all.

Anything else that's piqued your curiosity, Vicar?

Not really.

Well, unless you count Rachel planting a big ol' kiss on me.

♪ ♪ RACHEL: I love Jamie.

Does he love you?

Yes.

Absolutely, yes.

See, I'm not buying it.

Cynical, aren't you, Inspector?

Just a realist.

That and I know you kissed the vicar.

I've been in a terrible state of confusion recently.

My father's death and all this talk of murder.

You summoned me, darling?

Oh.

(sighs) Don't let him bully you.

JAMIE: Well, this is all rather mysterious.

Is it?

Take a seat.

Both of you.

Does Rachel know?

About what?

Rachel intercepted one, I imagine, thought it was for her, and here we are... in a right old pickle.

Why are you marrying her?

Practicality.

JAMIE: No man's land is just sitting there.

HARVEY: And Jamie's father won't live forever.

If they marry, we could sell it.

Build on it.

Maybe your father knew about this whole tangled web.

So one of us shot him?

We were at the pub celebrating my engagement when he died.

Sorry to disappoint you, Inspector.

♪ ♪ Perseverance is the path to new beginnings.

I'm excited about persevering with all of you to make our village a warmer, more welcoming place.

Stirring stuff.

Very commendable.

It's already a welcoming village.

Well, I was hoping for more of a crowd.

Perhaps people are busy.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Very modern, I suppose.

To have a vicar from... Whatever you're going to say, don't say it, Mrs. C. I was only going to say from the Empire.

I'm from Romford, actually.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Trumpington's vicar comes from Devon.

They think they've got something to boast about.

Good Lord.

(Dickens grumbles) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (man clears throat) Sorry to disturb, Vicar.

Not at all.

Please.

Haven't been in here for nigh on 50 years.

Now twice in as many days.

There's hope for him yet.

I'll miss him, you know.

Old man Baron.

Rather fond of him when all's said and done.

You didn't kill him, then?

You're very direct, Vicar.

No.

No, I didn't kill him.

But maybe I didn't do enough.

Perhaps if I'd done more.

What more could you have done?

(clicks tongue) (sighs) Can we pray for him?

Certainly.

For all whom we remember this day, bring us all with them to your eternal joy.

Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Walkers and the Barons.

Barons and the Walkers.

(clucking tongue) ALPHY: Like Romeo and Juliet.

Without anyone to root for.

They said you'd started talking to yourself.

Only sensible conversation I get nowadays.

Hmm.

(clicks tongue) I had a visit from Lionel Walker.

Anything interesting to say for himself?

I know you vicars don't like to break a confidence.

He said, "If only I'd done more."

Well, I'll break a confidence if the truth is at stake.

Say he's our killer.

Mmm.

He's not.

I asked him.

Did you?

He denied it.

Well, they always deny it.

No, he said it in church.

He wasn't lying.

Because of God?

Because of God.

He does know something, though.

I'm sure of it.

Problem is, he was in the pub with the happy couple at the same time Baron was shot.

Which pub?

The Blue Ball.

♪ ♪ 5:00 p.m. Post mortem puts Baron's death at almost the same moment.

That's Grantchester time.

You have your own time now?

No, no, the landlord.

He keeps the clock an hour slow, so... Now any one of them could've shot him.

And then back in the pub in time for a knees up.

♪ ♪ Pockets.

This is an outrage.

Nevertheless, pockets.

Spying on me, were you?

(metal items clatter in box) ♪ ♪ No, it's not mine.

I've never seen it before.

Well, you're gonna have a hard time convincing me of that, Lionel Walker.

♪ ♪ Did you go down to no man's land the day old man Baron died?

Did you confront him?

Did you shoot him with your rifle and try to make it look like suicide?

"If only I'd done more."

That's what you told the vicar.

What did you mean?

He said he wanted to see me.

About what?

(scoffs) The usual nonsense.

On the day of your son's engagement?

I don't think so.

He wanted to stop the wedding.

Why?

He had his reasons.

Two reasons: Harvey.

And Jamie.

Baron knew about them, didn't he?

He wanted to tell you... (shouting): My son is not a pansy!

You got angry.

You took aim...

I didn't take aim.

LIONEL (voiceover): You're a liar!

You've always been a liar!

The wedding's off!

The wedding's going ahead!

Give me that gun!

(rifle fires, Baron groans) LIONEL (voiceover): I didn't mean for it to happen.

I tried to stop the blood, but...

He was breathing, he...

He was still alive.

I thought someone was coming.

Who?

I, I don't know.

I panicked.

I ran.

You thought you'd got away with murder.

♪ ♪ So why keep this?

I, I didn't.

I, I left it there, I... I-I'm sure I left it there.

(door slams) I've arrested Lionel Walker for the murder.

Is it always that easy?

Sometimes you get lucky.

Thanks for your help, Alphy.

Any time, Geordie.

Really?

Why not?

Because we're all morally bankrupt, power-hungry thugs?

Ha, you see it sounds so judgmental when you say it.

Uh-oh.

What?

It's the wife.

Esme's not come home.

That's the daughter.

It's only 8:00.

She said she'd be back hours ago.

She could be dead in a ditch.

The well-known ditches of Cambridge?

I'll help you look, if you like.

Thank you.

Cathy, go home, get some rest.

Run a bath or something.

I'll get my coat.

(sighs) So, you're the new one, are you?

Uh... (bell tolling, birds chirping) Why a vicar?

Why a police officer?

I asked first.

Apart from the whole believing in God bit?

Apart from that.

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of another."

Who said that?

Jesus?

(chuckles) Dickens.

The dog?

No, not the dog.

(chuckles) I like finding people answers.

Helping them find peace.

Hmm.

Not too different, what we do.

Less hymn singing in my job.

Shame.

It's the best bit.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter in background) ESME (laughing): I can't even understand it.

YOUNG MAN (laughing): Oh, really?

Yeah.

It's such a nightmare.

(laughing) GEORDIE: Bingo.

(indistinct chatter) Why not?

Yeah, it's great.

Dad.

Home.

I'll see you guys on Monday.

This is so humiliating.

Just be glad your mother isn't here.

CATHY: You could've been dead.

But she wasn't, so...

Such a drag, Mum.

A drag?!

A drag?!

Respect your elders, Esme Keating.

Oh... (blows raspberry) GEORDIE AND CATHY: Esme!

I can't stand her being in this house anymore.

GEORDIE: Uh, I think we're slipping off topic here.

MRS. CHAPMAN: You are a rude, disrespectful little minx.

CATHY: Don't speak to her like that.

Well, someone has to.

GEORDIE: Maybe we should do this when tempers are a little less frayed.

Neither of you keep her in line.

Out!

Get out!

Gladly.

Your children are a lost cause.

Keep the mop and try using it.

Your floors are a disgrace.

Fine!

Fine!

(door opens) Such a drag.

(door slams) Well, she's gone now, so...

I'm not talking about Mrs. C. Your old lady is such a downer.

Where are you getting all these words from?

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (muttering quietly) I have a few questions.

What, why we're here?

What's the meaning of life?

Why did Lionel leave Bert to die?

Why not run for help?

Call an ambulance?

Why leave the scene?

Because someone else was coming?

Someone he thought would help, but who was that someone else?

And why didn't they try to help Bert?

Why didn't they call an ambulance?

(exhales) And why did Lionel keep the hankie?

A bloody hankie, one which incriminates him with a murder he'd got away with?

That's a lot of questions.

I haven't got to the best one yet.

Why does Rachel, minutes after her dad was shot... Have a hankie in her pocket?

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: You went to find your father down on no man's land, didn't you?

You saw them fighting.

(indistinct arguing) The rifle going off.

(gunshot fires) You saw Lionel trying to stem the bleeding.

You saw him run.

I was celebrating the happiest day of my life.

You're lying.

They didn't find Dad till hours later.

He was already dead.

She's lying.

Why keep the hankie?

I've never seen it before.

GEORDIE: For insurance, maybe?

And keeping it paid off.

You planted it on Lionel when we started nosing around.

When exactly am I supposed to have done all this?

That's what I wondered.

Until I remembered the set-to in the vicarage.

LIONEL (voiceover): What did you say?

Harvey!

All right.

Back in your corners.

ALPHY (voiceover): Why plant evidence?

Unless you're guilty?

I've just lost my father.

Your dad went to no man's land.

He told Lionel Jamie didn't love you, he loved Harvey.

It's lies.

Everyone knew.

Even you.

No.

You knew.

It's sordid, nasty gossip.

ALPHY: Your dad was going to stop the wedding.

He wanted it all out in the open.

And you couldn't have that.

(gasping): Help me.

ALPHY (voiceover): So you sat with your dad.

(whispering): Please, help me.

ALPHY (voiceover): And you watched him die.

(Bert expires, compact opens) GEORDIE (voiceover): Then you went to your engagement party and celebrated.

What kind of monster does that?

The kind who plants evidence, the kind who kisses a vicar looking for comfort, the kind who can't face the truth.

You will go to prison for this, Rachel.

Do you believe in God?

Of course.

Lie to us, fine.

Lie to yourself, by all means, but lie to God?

He sees everything, Rachel.

He already knows.

He knows what you've done.

And He has no mercy for liars.

♪ ♪ Jamie's my fiancé.

We'll marry, and we'll have children.

And we'll be happy.

And then it will all be over.

All the stupid arguments, all the incessant fighting and backstabbing.

So, yes, I let him die.

So that I can have some peace.

I just wanted some peace, really.

♪ ♪ (birds crowing) I want to thank you, each and every one of you, for the warm welcome you've extended to me.

It's hard coming to a new place, away from everyone and everything you know.

But you've embraced me with such generosity, such warmth... That's made my first days here a real joy.

I haven't had the good fortune to meet all of you yet.

So I thought, as we're all here... why not make the most of it?

(parishioners murmuring) Hi, Reverend Alphy Kottaram.

Lovely to meet you.

Good to see you, Jack.

(chuckles) Mrs. C. (indistinct murmuring) Leonard, how are we?

(quietly): I've never seen them squirm so much.

It's wonderful.

(chuckles) Hi.

Reverend Alphy Kottaram.

Pleased to meet you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Couldn't buy you a pint, could I?

Thank you.

(grunts) I hear you have a thing for vicars.

Who said that?

Everyone.

I don't have a "thing."

I just happen to have, in the past, been friendly with a few vicars.

Vicars, plural?

Two.

(laughing): Okay, no, I'd say that's definitely a "thing."

So, what's your secret, Alphy?

What's my secret?

Mmm, love child, hmm?

Tragic past?

The vicars I've known, they've all had something.

Spill the beans.

Well...

Okay.

My dad's an accountant.

Mum's a housewife.

I'm pretty good at football.

Terrible at maths and... that's about it.

That's it?

That's everything?

Well, I'm pretty content with my lot, to be honest.

What?

I'm a glass half full kind of guy.

(chuckles) You look disappointed.

I am a bit.

Do you need someone to save?

That's your remit, Vicar.

(chuckles) Thank you.

Thank you.

We could just talk about the football, you know.

Women.

(chuckles) We can talk about women if you like, yeah.

Do you want to talk about women?

Not the ones in my family.

(chuckles) No, fair enough.

Game on the wireless was good last night.

Ah, Leicester-Tottenham?

Mmm.

Ah, belter of a game.

ALPHY AND GEORDIE (simultaneously): Definitely not a penalty.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ LADY MARWOOD: Reverend Kottaram?

How are you finding the parish?

Interesting.

(object clatters, Alphy exclaims) Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

He was blackmailing someone.

SAM: Daniel?

Come, take a seat.

What are you holding on to?

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