ALAN CUMMING: This is "Masterpiece Mystery!"

GEORDIE: Rich or poor, a violent man is a violent man.

CUMMING: Previously, on "Grantchester"... AMELIA: William!

THOMAS: What can I say?

He's a constant disappointment.

CATHY: He kissed me.

Then his hands were all over me.

(gasps) LEONARD: What if she won't forgive me?

I pray for him.

♪ ♪ (gun fires) LEONARD: You've not shown any sign that you're up to the task.

In truth, you've been a constant disappointment.

(grunts) CUMMING: "Grantchester," the season finale, right now, on "Masterpiece Mystery!"

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) RAMSDEN: "I give my entire interest in the real property "which was my residence at the time of my death "to my son, "William Thomas Davenport.

"I direct that all my debts and obligations be paid "as soon as practical.

"Any contractual debts are to be assumed by the recipient.

"I give, devise, and bequeath "all of the residue and remainder of my estate to my son, William Thomas Davenport."

(brakes squeak, card idling) (Hobbs talking in background) Good night, ladies.

Thank you for all your hard work today.

♪ ♪ (engine revving) AMELIA: First, you'll have to go through the household accounts and then there's the tax office, his pension, his doctor and dentist, silly little things... Mum.

...like the car and the passport office.

Of course everything's in his name.

Mum, not now.

Well, I don't like it, either, darling, but you have responsibilities now; you're the man of the house.

I have responsibilities in Grantchester, too.

I'm sure the parish will survive without you.

I'm their priest, they need me.

And I'm your mother.

I know.

And I, I want to support you, it's just...

I've never been anything but tolerant of your religious conceits.

It's not a conceit, Mum, it's my calling.

When your father said you were wasting your life, I always defended you.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (engine starts, rumbles) (people talking in background) You all right?

(glass shatters, boys cheer) (laughing) (slams door shut) (talking, laughing) (grunts) (grumbling) (grunts) (shouting) (grunting) What did I do?

GEORDIE: Get in.

Where are you taking him?

(closes car door) (light switch clicks) ♪ ♪ (footsteps retreating) (light switch clicks) ♪ ♪ I'll get us some tea, shall I?

You can give me your best right hook.

I'll keep my hands behind my back.

(dishes clinking in kitchen) I'm sorry.

I really am so very sorry.

I don't deserve your forgiveness.

Won't you come back, Leonard?

I don't think so.

I don't think that would be wise.

It's your home.

No.

No, it hasn't been that for some time.

Is there nothing I can say?

I'm sorry about your father.

I do hope you'll accept my condolences.

(door opens, closes) But all my friends are going!

(drops dishes) I don't give a damn if your friends are going.

Don't talk to her like that.

(radio playing in background) How about if we dropped her off and picked her up?

She's too young.

They sneak booze into those places.

(doorbell ringing) (groans) You know who else goes to them?

Teddy Boys, that's who.

I'll not have you mixing with that lot!

They're not all bad!

Oh, what on Earth makes you say that?

(door closes) CATHY: Geordie.

GEORDIE: Hello, Will.

Well, say hello, Esme.

Hello, Mr. Davenport.

Sorry for the chaos-- I'm late for work, and we were just about to leave.

(dishes clatter loudly) If Mr. Hobbs has a problem with you being a few minutes late, I'd be more than happy to have a quiet word with him, Cathy.

I'll be waiting in the car.

(telephone ringing) One minute's peace, is that too much to ask?

(ringing and radio continue) (quietly): Should I go?

(quietly): No.

GEORDIE: Yep.

(door closes) (sighs): Yeah, all right.

I'll be right there.

(hangs up) Get to school, you're late.

And don't you dare roll your eyes at me, young lady!

(switches off radio) Sorry.

Tough morning.

(door closes) How was the funeral?

Maybe we can get a pint later.

Is everything all right with you and... (groans softly) That was Larry, they found a body.

Behind the dancehall.

Come with me.

(car horn honks, Geordie sighs) Do you want to tell her she's getting the bus?

(sighs) (tires screeching, brakes squeaking) (shuts off engine, pulls parking brake) (shuts car door) Wouldn't you just know it?

Panto season already, boys?

Who does that make you-- one of the ugly sisters?

(laughs) This is Stanley Milton and Eric Brown-- they found the body.

Shouldn't you be at school?

What are you, my dad?

You show some respect, you little sod.

(spits) Get up.

STANLEY: Hey, get off me!

You think you're clever, do you?

You apologize.

Apologize... LARRY: Guv.

These two were the ones who called the police.

(chuckles) Right, that's it.

Oi!

Larry!

You can't arrest us, we were trying to help!

Oi!

Please!

We ain't done nothing!

(quietly): Are you sure about this, Geordie?

Ah, stick them in the cells for a bit.

See how clever you feel then, Dandini.

(slaps back) OFFICER: Come on, then.

STANLEY: I didn't do nothing.

LARRY: Watch your head.

(music playing, people talking in background) Morning, Claire.

Morning, Cathy.

(Hobbs speaking quietly) Anyway, I'll have to see you later on.

You all right, Cath?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

(music playing, people talking) (phones ringing) Geordie, are you and Cathy... Oh, it's fine.

This man you think she's having an affair with...

There's no affair.

Well, then, what was that all about?

Those kids were barely old enough to be shaving.

Don't let them fool you.

They would have a knife at your throat quicker than you can say juvenile delinquent.

Sooner they're brought into line, the better.

GEORDIE: What did I tell you?

Trouble finds this lot like flies find (no audio).

Get me whoever's in charge of the building.

Guv.

WILL: He'd been drinking.

Yeah, what makes you say that?

Boozing, fighting.

Have they got nothing better to do?

WILL: They're kids.

Of course they don't.

GEORDIE: What we need is a good war.

That would stop this nonsense sharpish.

You're right, Geordie, what this generation needs is to be shot at on a regular basis.

♪ ♪ He was a pupil at Riverside School.

Donald Clarke.

♪ ♪ What is it?

♪ ♪ WILL: Just try and stay calm.

It's not easy to stay calm when there's a photograph of my daughter in a dead boy's wallet.

Let's not jump to conclusions is all I'm saying.

(mop splashing) (Will groans) What is that, bleach?

Believe me, it better than the smell of vomit.

LARRY: Cecil forgot to lock the storeroom last night.

Someone threw up in here.

(laughs) I don't know what's so funny.

I'm the poor fool got to clean it up!

Could you just tell me if you recognize this boy, please, sir?

Got himself into a heck of a fight, that one.

Do you know what it was about?

Bit of skirt, probably.

Always is.

I didn't get a proper look at the other one, but they're all the same-- rude and nasty.

"All the same"?

Teddy Boys.

They were both Teds.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) That's it, we're going out.

I don't want to go out.

It's crazy, you barricading yourself away like this.

I just need time to think.

He apologized.

What else do you want?

I don't know, I don't know what I want.

You should be apologizing to Will, let's be honest.

Don't you think I know that, Daniel?

Go and speak to Will.

He must hate me.

Of course he doesn't.

Mrs. C. does!

You set too much store in what others think of you.

Who cares?

What if she's right, what if... God hates me, too?

You don't think we could be happy, but we can.

The world's not against us.

Of course it is!

Everything is against us.

And it always will be.

♪ ♪ (school bell ringing) (talking in background) I knew he liked me, but there was nothing going on.

GEORDIE: "They're not all bad."

That's what you said.

I wasn't talking about him.

(quietly): Are you lying to me, Esme?

No!

I barely knew him!

He was two years above me.

I promise you, Dad.

Oh, come here.

(exhales) ESME: You won't tell Mum, will you?

Not if you don't want me to.

(sighs): Look at you.

Let me sort this out.

Right.

Point us in the direction of Donald Clarke's form teacher, would you?

Donnie was a boy with lots of problems, I'm sorry to say.

Such as?

Well, for one thing... drink.

I offered guidance, but Donnie struggled with authority.

Such a troubled boy.

Might it have been suicide?

Well, Donnie was seen in a fight with another Teddy Boy shortly before he died.

Did he have any enemies?

Not, not that I'm aware of, but, um... (students shouting outside) Well, you know what they're like, Teds-- animals.

(clears throat): Excuse me.

KIDS: Fight!

Fight!

(shouting) (cries out) (groaning) (shouting continues) (grunting, groaning) Fight, fight, fight!

(shouting continues) Fight, fight, fight!

(grunting) Fight!

(grunts, shouting continues) (whistle blows, shouting stops) (breathing heavily) Inside!

ALL: Yes, sir.

Moran, I'll see you after school.

Come here.

Let me see, Kevin.

(breathing heavily) Go and see the nurse.

Yes, sir, straight away.

POPE: Such behavior will never be tolerated at Riverside.

Your parents will be notified.

It'll cheer you up.

Besides, it's nothing less than you deserve.

I'll, um...

I'll see you back at home.

I'm not sure what to get, Jack.

I've already got a perfectly adequate wardrobe.

Well, treat yourself.

And if you like more than one outfit, well, then, buy more than one.

It'll be my pleasure.

(music playing, people talking in background) CATHY: Sylvia!

(gasps): I thought it was you!

Oh, Cathy, thank goodness.

Oh, is everything all right?

It is not all right.

Jack seems to think spending his money will cheer me up.

(chuckles) Sometimes I don't think he knows me at all.

(chuckles) What's this made from-- a blooming unicorn?

Oh... Let me help you.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

POPE: With my class, discipline is key.

I don't stand for any nonsense, and they respect me for it.

If you can make the pupils feel they're part of one unit, you're halfway there.

Yeah, you can't have order without respect.

Precisely, precisely.

But it's a two-way street, you know.

I'd run through a wall for those children, and they'd do the same for me.

And they all look out for each other.

It's strength through discipline.

Well, can I just say, you're doing a great job.

Chalk and cheese compared to my daughter's lot.

Well, thank you-- thank you.

If you want to wait in here, I'll, um...

I'll send in some of Donnie's classmates.

HAZEL: Please, Mr. Hobbs, stop doing this, please.

HOBBS: Just relax.

Next time, knock!

You all right, Hazel, love?

I'm fine.

I'm going out for a ciggy.

WILL: I know this must be hard.

Were any of you friends with him?

He didn't have friends-- not really.

It's the truth.

Right, Kevin?

No one really knew him that well.

Not even the other Teds.

He'd only been one for a while.

Do you know why he joined them?

Were any of you at the dance?

ALL: No.

GEORDIE: Well, if you think of anything that could help the enquiry, please ask Mr. Pope to contact me.

BOYS: Yes, sir.

(school bell rings) Right, well, uh...

Thanks for your help.

KIDS: Of course, sir.

(kids calling, talking) How much do you reckon I'd have to bribe Mr. Pope to take Esme in his class?

If you told him to walk across the Cam, you know he'd sink, right?

I don't know.

I'd like to see him give it a go.

(chuckles) Do you think there's anything in his idea that it was suicide?

We'll have to see what the postmortem reveals.

Are you sure this isn't too much for you?

(opens door) (opens door) (door closes) (door closes) (engine starts) (music playing in background) When did everything get so flouncy?

What's wrong with a sturdy tweed?

What is it?

(birds chirping) (door closes) (man weeping quietly) Leonard?

If you'd rather I left... No.

No, please.

(exhales) I used to pray all the time.

Say thank you to God.

Show gratitude for my day.

But I can't find it in myself to be grateful anymore.

You're angry with Him.

I never ask God for much.

(exhales) Just to be... happy now and again.

But He never lets me rest.

He never solves anything.

I'm tired of it.

(voice breaking): I'm tired of struggling.

God can't solve all our problems.

I know.

And my problem isn't... something one can solve.

Your love for Daniel?

I know what you are, Leonard.

And I don't care.

And God doesn't, either.

Don't, please.

You haven't been struck down!

Look!

Look!

This man is a homosexual!

See?

Nothing.

Not a dicky bird.

I haven't been struck down?

My whole life is punishment, Will.

God loves you for who you are.

Sidney told me that once.

I wish it were true.

(sighs): I had to tell someone.

Does Geordie know?

Now we're not even speaking.

Why don't you just leave your job?

Because I'm not gonna give that pig the satisfaction!

Besides, I like having my own salary.

And my own friends.

I'm not just Geordie's wife.

I'm not sure I knew how much that mattered until now.

Of course it does.

A woman's independence is a precious thing.

I feel like I'm being punished for leaving my children.

What rubbish!

This is Mr. Hobbs' fault and nobody else's.

If you want to work, you work.

And that man can bugger right off.

(snorts and laughs) To tell you the truth, I don't know if I wasn't happier when I was at the vicarage.

Why don't you go back?

This Mr. Hobbs... Something needs to be done about him.

(birds chirping, car driving by) I'm sorry to just show up.

It's all right.

Oh, um...

This came for you.

(glasses rattling) Mum and Dad are acting really weird.

I don't know why.

Ah, everyone's parents are weird.

Mine wrote the book on it.

He says I'm too young to go to the dance.

So unfair.

Well, sometimes it's hard for parents to see their kids growing up.

You came to talk about the love letters I saw, didn't you?

Donnie and I had been writing to each other.

I couldn't tell Dad, he would've gone berserk.

(exhales) I've seen it firsthand.

It's not pretty.

Is there something else?

He went... to kiss me.

The day of the dance, at the bus stop.

Barbara's older brother saw us.

He was laughing at Donnie and teasing him.

Donnie was so angry.

Is Barbara's brother a Teddy Boy?

Everyone's saying that there was a fight.

What if he died because of me?

Don't be silly.

Of course that's not true.

I know this is hard, Esme.

But you've done the right thing.

Are you gonna tell Dad?

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I'll make sure of it.

Do you know his name?

The other boy?

Barbara's brother?

Stanley Milton.

(door opens) Stanley Milton, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Donnie Clarke.

Not so funny now, is it?

You got no one else to blame but yourself, Stanley.

I didn't kill him, I swear to you!

Yeah, we had a bit of a scrap, but it was nothing-- I went home early.

GEORDIE: And if you thought calling the police would make you seem less guilty, you're even thicker than I thought.

Look, I swear to God, I have no idea how he died.

Please, you got to believe me.

Just let me know when you're ready to confess.

In the meantime, make yourself comfortable.

(door opens) It's clear he didn't do it, Geordie.

And suddenly you're an expert now, are you?

No, but I know honesty when I see it.

Isn't it possible that it wasn't a murder, or a suicide, but just a terrible accident?

That boy in there is everything that is wrong with this country.

I understand you're upset about Esme, but to be prejudiced against these Teddy Boys... Are you questioning my integrity?

Of course not, Geordie, I am just saying... Maybe you should get your own house in order, Will, before you start preaching to other people.

♪ ♪ Do you want my honest opinion?

Of course I do.

Leave the Church.

Become a teacher.

Or a novelist.

I don't know-- anything.

The Church is...

It's who I am.

It's what makes you miserable.

Our lives are difficult enough as they are, Leonard.

You've never understood what I do.

(chuckles softly) You work for an institution that reviles you.

So, no, I've never understood.

I mean, sometimes... What?

Nothing.

No, go on.

Sometimes it feels like self-flagellation.

It's almost like you enjoy the pain.

Maybe I'd have been better off marrying Hilary.

Have my own parish, have some semblance of normality.

Maybe then I'd have been happy!

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

Yes, you did.

♪ ♪ Bloody hell, Dad.

I'd have sent him packing hours ago.

See us getting up on his pulpit and giving sermons?

You don't see us in church at all, to be fair.

(knocking) Sorry to interrupt.

Results of the postmortem on Donnie Clarke.

DONOVAN: This'll tell you that little sod's been lying to you.

Well, actually, guv, it says the cause of death was asphyxia.

Blood alcohol levels through the roof.

He was pissed out of his mind.

Choked on his own vomit.

It looks like you were right about Stanley.

Donnie Clarke died of asphyxia.

Sorry if I overstepped the mark.

No, you're not.

Yeah, you're smug because you were right and I was wrong.

(chuckles) Hey, I interrupted your chat with the big fella, I'm sorry.

Eh, He's not being very forthcoming today, so... How is everything?

So much worse than I thought, Geordie.

There's no way to pay off the debt.

Mum wants me to leave my job, go back home.

Let me ask you a question: If there was money, would you go back?

Would you give all this up?

You and I... We have, uh... Yeah, a calling.

And sometimes our families have to bear the brunt, unfortunately.

Geordie, what is it?

You can tell me.

He tried it on with her-- Hobbs.

And now I just feel like I'm angry all the time.

I can't relate to that in any way.

How can Cathy expect me to carry on, knowing that every time she goes to work, he's there?

She told you to stay out of it?

Sorry, Geordie, must be difficult.

So, Donnie Clarke's death was an accident, then?

What, he got too drunk and passed out in that old car?

The report says he choked on his own vomit.

But I didn't see any vomit in the car.

What?

Remember that smell of bleach at the dance hall?

Or more specifically the storage room at the dance hall?

♪ ♪ Will.

He was trying to get out.

Someone locked him in.

(objects rustling) (sniffs, gasps) ♪ ♪ He was so drunk he threw up, but because of the gag, he choked to death.

This was the crime scene, not the car.

Someone was trying to cover up what happened here.

What is that?

Stanley Milton?

Stanley's just an insecure kid trying to be a rebel.

He's not capable of this.

Back to the sodding drawing board.

(birds chirping) I'm sorry to burden you with this.

It's not a burden, don't worry.

He's gone.

We both said some things.

Well, if, if Leonard needs time to clear his head, maybe that's best for everyone.

You understand what he's going through more than I do.

I think I'm the last person he wants to talk to.

He thinks God doesn't love him anymore.

It matters a great deal to him, but I don't believe in God.

You understand.

You can help him.

Do you know where he went?

(birds chirping) (motorcycle rumbling) (engine rumbling) (exhales, stops engine) Of all the bus stops in all the world.

It doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

(chuckles softly) (inhales): Where are you going?

I don't know.

It's only just struck me I don't really have anywhere else to go.

Daniel thinks this is about God.

Is he angry?

He's worried.

I said some awful things.

Well, at least you didn't punch him.

(chuckles softly) There's that, I suppose.

I don't think this is about God.

I think this is about Mrs. C. And Sidney.

You had a family.

Now you don't.

(voice breaking): I miss them so much it hurts.

(exhales) Sorry, this must seem awfully trivial.

No, no, it doesn't.

You just... buried your father.

Before he died, my dad asked me if I despised him.

And I said no.

But I did.

I despise who he was.

And I despise who he made me.

There's too much of him in me.

I'm sorry, I'm not making excuses for...

I know.

I suspect your father and mine might have got on.

They sound like they have a lot in common.

Come home, Leonard.

Please.

Things can't carry on as they were.

Maybe not.

They don't have to change entirely, either.

Come on.

No fair.

Well, it's either that or you wait for the bus.

But I suspect you might be waiting some time.

♪ ♪ (exhales) (engine starts) (engine revs) WILL: Leonard?

Old scars.

♪ ♪ (engine rumbling) (people talking in background) WILL: There's a scar on Wendy's arm.

I'm sure I saw the same symbol in the storeroom.

You're lucky that hasn't gone septic.

Please, not here.

Somewhere private.

What does it mean?

The Fourth Realm.

It's a kind of underground group.

Of students?

I'm not telling you any more.

Now, that's not the way this works, I'm afraid.

They'll hurt me!

Who's "they," Wendy?

Did they kill Donnie Clarke?

I don't know who did it; all I know is that it wasn't the boy that you arrested.

Well, maybe I should arrest you instead.

Look, I don't want to be a part of it anymore.

I hate it.

Why don't you speak to the others?

They all went to the dance.

They lied to you.

Why?

Because they were told to.

Why do you think?

(footsteps approaching) Are you all right, Wendy?

(grunting) Geordie!

Geordie!

GEORDIE: Tell me about the Fourth Realm.

RAYMOND: I don't know what you mean.

You're fooling no one, you little bastard!

I know it was your lot who killed him.

Come on, Raymond.

Kevin Moran.

(panting) It was Kevin Moran.

♪ ♪ (brakes squeak, engine stops, brake engaged) (knocking) ♪ ♪ (grindstone whirring) Hello, Kevin!

(gasps, clicks grindstone off) Unusual hobby, son.

(drops knife) It can be hard sometimes, that need to belong.

Was the Fourth Realm the first time in your life that you truly felt part of something?

Part of a family?

Tell me about the knives, Kevin.

(voice trembling): You've got to protect your own, haven't you?

I didn't want to see them hurt.

Look, Kevin... All right.

This is bollocks.

We know you killed him, Kevin.

All your so-called mates, they snitched on you.

And do you think being young will save you?

Then you've never heard about little Michael Hamilton and his 11-year-old sister Anne.

Because not so long ago, in King's Lynn, they were both found guilty and hanged.

And guess what their crime was.

Stealing a loaf of bread.

He was gonna squeal!

So I locked him in the supply cupboard to scare him.

(crying): It was only half an hour.

And I never thought he could die.

He was going to leave the group, wasn't he?

Is that why you painted the symbol in the storeroom?

To make him think about his loyalties?

(sobs) Now, how did you get him to the car?

I...

I just dragged him.

(bangs loudly) Don't you lie to me, boy!

I'm, I'm not!

I did it!

(panting): I did it.

On, on my own.

(weeping) I'm sorry.

Please.

It really was an accident.

(weeping) (sobs) Child executions?

Don't you look at me like that.

I just got justice for Donnie Clarke's family.

How many centuries ago was it?

Were they still dunking witches?

Have you got a confession?

DONOVAN: Yeah, great work.

This is your calling, then, is it?

(stammering): And you think it's justified frightening kids into submission?

If the force was full of bleeding hearts like you, the streets would be teeming with criminals.

I reckon this calls for a celebration.

Come on, I'm buying.

Geordie, you are better than this.

Kids are killing each other, Will!

If we don't stamp it out, what next?

That is not what this is about, and you know it.

♪ ♪ (elevator dings) (people talking in background) That's quite the hat.

She's quite the woman.

Wealthiest in Cambridge.

HOBBS: Good afternoon, madam.

Is there anything I can help you with today?

(in genteel voice): Yes, my husband, Jack Chapman, has an account here.

Then may I say, Mrs. Chapman, that your husband's fine taste extends well beyond fashion.

(chortles) We plan to redecorate our home, top to bottom.

And I need some new outfits.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but we shall be spending an unwholesome amount of money.

Please.

(footsteps approaching) (music playing, people talking in background) (young men talking loudly) LARRY: Shut up!

Stand against the wall, all of you!

Come on, move it.

Take your hat off.

Did you learn nothing at school?

♪ ♪ DONOVAN: Churchill said, "Well, I'll have two of them."

(men laughing) Geordie.

(quietly): When Wendy admitted the others went to the dance after all, she said, "They lied to you, they were told to."

Who told them to?

Look, what does it matter?

Kevin confessed.

Remember that teacher who said Donnie struggled with authority?

What if this is about obedience?

How we, we blindly do what authority figures tell us to.

Do you seriously believe Kevin Moran acted of his own volition?

It's their leader we should be going for.

Mr. Pope.

He says, "Jump," they say, "How high?"

(children playing nearby) (tapping on door) I hope we're not interrupting your marking, Mr. Pope.

(door closes) POPE: Excuse me.

Excuse me?

What are you doing?

(opening drawers, objects rustling) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: The Fourth Realm.

POPE: I started that group to improve their marks.

Rewards for compliance, penalties for disobedience.

They embraced it.

Gave them purpose, unity.

And then the wheels came off.

GEORDIE: Donnie Clarke.

You can't blame me for that.

He was going to blow the whistle.

GEORDIE: Defected, did he?

He thought the Teds would be more fun.

And so you told your acolytes to intervene.

Teach him a lesson.

A boy died.

You've blood on your hands.

Um, what are you going to charge me with?

I wasn't even at the dance hall that night.

Wendy's your daughter?

Yes.

She didn't fall for it, did she?

She saw through your poor man's Hitler Youth and turned against it.

Where is she, Mr. Pope?

♪ ♪ WILL: Wendy?

POPE: Where are you going?

WILL: Wendy?

You can't just... Wendy.

I... ♪ ♪ Bloody hell.

You don't understand.

A couple of years ago, she was going off the rails.

What kind of father are you?

It worked.

She was improving.

I was afraid of losing her.

(steps retreating outside) (thumping, Wendy making muffled sounds) WILL: Stand back, Wendy!

(Wendy's muffled cries continue) GEORDIE: It's all right, it's all right.

(exhales) I did it for her own good.

You would've done the same.

(music playing in background) (rack wheels squeaking) This one would suit me, don't you think?

What about this one?

I think this would be perfect for you.

Hang the expense, I'll take all three.

Oh, we'll have to continue this later, Anthony.

I'm late for Mr. Draper.

I shall mention you to him.

DRAPER: I'm delighted you've chosen us, Mrs. Chapman, and I'd like to thank you for your... continued loyalty.

Ah, but that's just the thing, Mr. Draper.

There's a condition to it, and it's absolutely non-negotiable.

(birds chirping) That poor girl-- what a mess.

He did it out of love, he said.

Not the kind of love I recognize.

Then again, if the force was full of bleeding hearts like me, the streets would be teeming with criminals.

(chuckles softly) (door opens) (door shuts loudly) This was your doing, wasn't it?

You play with fire, you get burned.

Do you know what Draper would say if I told him about our night out, you giggling over your Tom Collins?

He'd say you were a slut.

Go on, then, tell him.

If you're so sure that's what he'd say.

Let's tell him about Hazel, too, shall we?

This is your fault and no one else's, Mr. Hobbs.

MRS. CHAPMAN (in normal voice): I rather enjoyed that.

Oh, don't be daft now.

(Cathy sighs with relief) Oh... (keys jingling, door opens) You're free to go, Stanley.

(sighs) Go on.

(engine rumbling) (engine stops) I'm so glad you came, darling.

We're going to get through this, you and I.

(tea pouring) We're going to move on.

(places teapot down) The only way that we can move on is by selling the estate, Mum.

And I know it's not what you want to hear, but...

It's my home.

There's not enough income to pay off the debts.

We're going to lose it either way.

He left you the estate because he wanted you to preserve your lineage, not, not destroy it.

We'll use the proceeds to buy somewhere more manageable.

And I can make sure Eli and Sally are looked after.

Did, did you consider my feelings at all when you made this decision?

Of course I did.

You need to move out of Dad's shadow.

Find your own path.

I think this could be a good thing for you.

Do you know you sound just like your father?

He always enjoyed telling me what was good for me.

Well, thank you for taking the time to inform me.

Oh, perhaps you'd be good enough to let me know where I'll be moving to.

When you get the chance, of course.

I know how busy you are.

(door closes) Now, what did I do to deserve that?

Mr. Hobbs has left the company.

When?

Why?

Ah, I can't take all the credit.

I had to call in the heavies.

(chuckles) So that's it?

It's done?

Well, it is, as far as I'm concerned.

(tosses hat down) Well... might have to get myself another suit.

Hmm?

And this time... you can do my inside leg.

(chuckles) (kisses, Cathy chuckles) Why don't you talk to her?

She needs her mum.

She needs her dad, too, Geordie.

(birds chirping, people talking in background) (dog barking in distance) Perhaps I should leave you two alone.

LEONARD: No, you live here, too, Will.

I'm not ready to forgive.

I'm sorry, but that's the truth.

And that man is never to come here again.

His name is Daniel.

If that's a compromise Leonard is prepared to make, then I'll consider coming back.

I see.

We don't work without you, Mrs. C. We really don't.

♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): "Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching."

Jesus's advice was sound because he was manifestly a good man.

But I don't think those in authority should be obeyed blindly.

The parent.

The teacher.

The policeman.

Even the village vicar.

(congregants chuckling softly) Don't take the wisdom of those in authority for granted; challenge it in your heart.

Power can be misused.

It can also corrupt.

(door slams shut) Sometimes the bravest thing we can do is admit we're not strong enough.

(punches thudding) Let those who love us shoulder the burden and support them, too.

As a wise man once told me... Be kind.

For everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Thank you so much.

Nice service.

Ah... Show's over, I'm afraid.

Actually, I was wondering if you could help me organize something.

(band playing rockabilly) ♪ Now, you can bebop, flip flop, do the hop ♪ ♪ Don't you stop shaking that down the road ♪ ♪ You can feel that shaking flop, doo-wop, don't you stop ♪ You can stop pretending, Geordie.

We all know you want to get up there and dance.

GEORDIE: I don't get it.

It's just noise.

(more loudly): I said, "It's just noi..." Aye, aye.

Miss Reynolds.

I take it all back.

I'd much rather be in her class than Mr. Pope's.

(song ends, all applaud) (band starts new song) (playing rockabilly) Good with kids, as well.

Fascinating.

Shut up.

Come on, grumpy.

Show me what you got.

You know, I'm very proud of you for what you did for her.

MRS. CHAPMAN: Let's hope you're still as proud when you see how much we're spending.

WILL: I'm sorry Daniel can't be here.

So am I.

On the plus side, he doesn't have to see that.

(Will laughs) (laughing) Come!

I think I'll sit this one out.

Go!

You might regret it.

♪ My little Tina ♪ ♪ Hey, ho ♪ ♪ Nothing could be sweeter ♪ WILL: I'd ask you to dance, but I think it might be a terrible mistake.

(laughs) Well, in that case, how about you get me a drink?

(song continues) (quietly): Dad, stop.

Please stop.

(Cathy laughing) (birds chirping) WILL: She likes motorbikes.

She's a good dancer, too.

If you told her to walk across the Cam, you know she'd sink, right?

I'd like to see her give it a go.

Say she's the one you marry.

I've only just met her, Geordie.

Theoretically speaking.

Are you seriously telling me you'd wait till the wedding night?

Of course.

(chuckling): Bollocks.

I'm not saying there wouldn't be... Fumbles under the jumper?

Theoretically speaking.

So... No, no more questions, Geordie.

Last one.

You meet a girl, you get married.

She's no good in the sack.

I prefer it when you're moaning about the state of the country.

GEORDIE: You know what we need?

WILL: A damn good war?

GEORDIE: No.

A pint and a game of backgammon.

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