Episode 6

♪ ♪ The only thing that got me through were the men serving beside me.

♪ ♪ Johnny?

Geordie.

If ever you want to catch up, you know where I am.

We're withdrawing your license.

His life's over and the church doesn't give a damn!

CLERK: Leonard Ernest Finch, how do you wish to plead?

Guilty.

JUDGE: You will go to prison for six months.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (clears throat) (sighs) Thank you, Mrs. C. Delicious, as always.

(dishes clattering) You know, there's really no need for you to stay.

Nonsense.

You can mope on your own after pudding.

(quietly): Leave her to it.

It's as much for her sake as it is for yours.

♪ ♪ You sure you'll be all right?

Jack is quite the backgammon player.

WILL: I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself.

I don't like to think of you on your own.

He knows where we are if he changes his mind.

Don't worry about me.

Well, good night, then.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (outer door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (turns switch) (man speaking, laughter on television) (turns switch, channel changes) (man speaking) (turns switch, channel changes) (man speaking) (turns switch, television turns off) ♪ ♪ Dickens!

Here, boy!

(sighs) I miss Leonard, too.

(whimpering) (sighs) ♪ ♪ You coming?

(whimpering) ♪ ♪ (counting softly) (clears throat, exhales) Did I mention we had one of our regular offenders in today?

You know, likes to take his frustrations out on his kids.

Oh, this sounds cheery.

No, I sent him home with a slap on the wrist.

Meanwhile, there's Leonard.

Rotting in that place.

You're supposed to be taking my mind off things.

Have you been to see him yet?

(sighing): I can't.

Not until I can bring him some good news.

I've written to everyone I can think of asking for clemency.

I mean, someone has to listen.

Another game?

All right, trounce you for a third time, if that'll take your mind off things.

Hi, I'm Rachel-- from the Student CND?

Oh, God, not you lot.

Might I tell you a bit about our campaign?

It's to end nuclear weapons.

Absolutely not.

Absolutely.

Did you know that if there was another war, nuclear bombs would reduce the entire planet to ruins?

Or you could say nuclear bombs ended the last war, which would've reduced the entire planet to ruins.

Well, it's no excuse to do it again.

I don't know why anyone would be against it.

World peace is a pretty good reason?

Is this your dad?

Give over.

I, uh, I take after my mum.

Must have got the looks from her, then.

(snorts) (chuckling): All right, cheeky.

You know, it'll be the next generation that suffers if we make the same mistakes that yours did.

You know, after Hiroshima, most ended up with cancer.

How old were you in 1945?

Eight.

Ah... Read it.

(paper rustling) Yep, leaflets, that'll do it.

(exhales) You won't change his mind, sorry.

Newcastle fan, eh?

Magpie till I die.

(giggles) (chuckling) (door opens) Good war.

(door closes) That's what the youth of today need.

What?

Nothing.

Dad.

(wind howling) WILL: We couldn't get another drink, could we?

GEORDIE: Mm?

What, you don't wanna go home?

(sighing): It's just so quiet.

Even the dog's depressed.

The dog is not depressed.

No, he is!

Dogs do not get depressed, Will.

No, no, you haven't seen him.

He's inconsolable.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Christ on a bike!

(Will chuckling) (both walking slowly) How the hell did they do that?

(laughs) Well, it's one step up from leafleting.

(people talking in background) Oi!

Watch it, hey... Oh, looks like they're not done yet.

(people talking in background) Someone should call the police.

Well, technically, they're already here.

I thought we were going for another drink.

(inhales): Come on.

(people talking in background) It's criminal damage, isn't it?

Uptight pinkos.

I'll get uniform to deal with it.

(woman screams) (object thuds) ♪ ♪ (hurried footsteps approaching, people screaming) GEORDIE: All right, police, move back.

I said, move back!

♪ ♪ (birds twittering, bell tolling) BERNARD ALLISON: Students.

Always got a bee in their bonnet about something.

First it was the Marxists.

Then the Leninists.

Now it's this lot.

And who's gonna have to get up there and clean that paint off, hm?

Muggins here, that's who.

This is Mr. Allison, college porter.

ALLISON: I saw them moving about on the roof.

Went up to give them what for.

They ran.

I was at the top of the stairs when she fell.

You saw her fall?

Well, I heard a scream.

I looked over and there she was.

Right before you fellas turned up.

GEORDIE: How many others were up on the roof?

ALLISON: Maybe two or three.

GEORDIE: Anyone you might recognize?

Well, this is a ladies' college, but it could've been boys.

Hard to tell the difference these days.

When was it ladies took to wearing trousers?

And what's wrong with a nice frock?

Another war, Inspector.

(chuckles) That'd sort this lot out.

Thank you, Mr. Allison.

If I'd known... Don't think like that.

I could've stopped it.

Rory!

It's not your fault.

Detective Inspector Keating.

This is Reverend Davenport.

Were you all friends with Miss Bromilow?

Rory St. Clair.

Her boyfriend.

(voice breaking): Was, was her boyfriend.

Our sincere condolences.

What happened here last night?

Were any of you there when she fell?

I lead the debating society, I was at a meeting.

Did you know what she'd planned?

Do you think I'd let her do it if I'd known?

Well, anything else you can tell us?

Anyone who might have helped her, perhaps, who might have witnessed the accident?

So she managed to paint that and stumble to her death all on her own, did she?

Well, thank you very much, you've been most forthcoming.

We can't let this be how we remember Rachel.

She died for what she believed in.

She didn't just talk about peace.

She lived and breathed it.

If we're to honor her memory, so must we.

It starts with us!

Well, if it starts with them, God help us.

Where are you going?

To speak to her roommate.

Their address is on the leaflet.

(classical music playing on record player) (knocking) WILL: Petra "Newman"?

"Noy-man."

Neumann.

(record player stops) Uh, do you have a minute?

No!

GEORDIE: It's in relation to the death of your roommate.

Were you there?

On the roof with her?

I won't deny it.

(papers rustling) May I?

WILL: Did you see what happened?

No.

We'd finished painting when the porter found us.

So, we split off in different directions.

WILL: Who's "we"?

Rachel and I.

No one else?

PETRA: You know I can't say.

WILL: Can't or won't?

I don't want to get anyone in trouble.

"With regard to your application, "we have the pleasure of offering you the position in our international trade department."

What, Rachel was offered a job with the Home Office?

Rachel was the most brilliant of all of us.

You were good friends?

It's important our message isn't lost amidst the noise.

I have to make her sacrifice worthwhile.

Will that be all?

(distant telephone ringing) A German fighting for peace.

There's an irony.

I think it's inspiring.

Course you do.

What do you mean, "Course you do"?

You're an idealist, Will.

Only you could make that sound like a failing.

Messages for you, Inspector.

Am I gonna wanna hear them?

I doubt it.

The head of college called.

He's had complaints about an officer harassing grieving students.

"Harassing"?

Hardly.

University vice chancellor, same message.

And Johnny Richards called again.

He's hoping to hear from you.

The postmortem results for the Bromilow girl are on your desk.

Second-to-last page might be of interest.

(folder opens, papers rustling) What's wrong with being an idealist?

It gets you nowhere.

Marching for peace?

About as useful as praying for it.

It's called hope, Geordie.

You remember hope, don't you?

"Numerous broken bones, "internal bleeding, fractured skull.

Probably died on impact."

"Probably"?

Second-to-last page.

♪ ♪ There's a puncture wound in her back.

Knife?

No, it's something smaller.

But whatever it was, it pierced her heart.

Even without the fall, she would have bled to death in seconds.

So, she was stabbed before she fell.

Or after she was pushed.

Either way, it was murder.

♪ ♪ WILL: There is no testimony without test.

And as the Bible says, we should "glory in tribulations, "for tribulation worketh patience.

(door opens) And patience, experience."

♪ ♪ (woman coughing) And, uh... (clears throat) "And... hope maketh not ashamed."

So how should we respond when tested to our limits?

What do we do when we don't know what to do?

We turn to God, and trust in Jesus, who suffered for us.

And like Him, do not grow weary in doing good.

See you soon.

Thank you.

Interesting sermon.

Rather whimsical.

Rather fitting, I thought.

If I'd known you'd be checking up on me.

Not at all.

I came to introduce you to your new curate, Mr. Henry Jones.

"Whither thou goest, I will go.

"And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.

Your people shall be my people."

(chuckling): Sounded slightly less sinister in my head.

The bishop's told me a great deal about you.

I see.

And, uh, did it not strike you as unusual to be interviewed by the bishop rather than the vicar?

Is this how you intend things to be done from now on?

This should be my decision.

I've been following Henry's progress for some time.

He's wholesome, upright-- engaged to be married.

The ideal candidate at a time such as this.

I don't doubt that.

But I really get no say in the matter?

GRAY: You must be the Chapmans.

I see you've met Mr. Jones.

(sighing) My room's down the hall, and, uh, this is yours.

Fantastic, thank you.

(Dickens whimpering) Who's this handsome fellow, eh?

Hello.

(whimpers) (whining) I'm sure he'll warm up in time.

(breathes deeply) Calisthenics.

Can't get enough of it.

Make it your business to stretch.

I've, uh, I've got some business to attend to.

Of course.

Please know...

I'm not here to step on anyone's toes.

I just... (sighs) I wanna help you do God's work.

(door closes) (tearfully): My boy's never coming back, is he?

I mean, how dare he go over my head like that.

You must've known it would happen eventually.

No, no, not like this.

A new curate, that is my choice.

Well, say something, then.

Oh, I will-- don't you worry about that.

(sighs) Well... Minutes from the meeting the boyfriend said he attended.

(exhales) (exhales) "Rory St. Clair, chair of the debating society..." (sarcastically): Debating society.

Isn't that just arguing?

From 8:15 p.m. to 10:15 p.m. She died at 10:01.

(knock at door, door opens) Boss.

Seems there's a bit of a to-do going on down at the college.

(students shouting) Get out, you bastard!

WILL: Rory!

(shouting continues) Is it true?

She was murdered?

The investigation's ongoing.

It's him!

The pervert!

JOSH: Face us, you coward!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

All right!

I don't wanna have to arrest you, son.

All right, that's enough!

That's enough.

(shouting quietens) Back to your kennels.

Go on, there's a good student.

Back to your kennels.

Go on, shoo.

(people talking in background) All this talk about peace.

They're savages, the lot of them!

Why are they calling you a pervert, Mr. Allison?

I'm the one who ought to be flinging accusations!

They're the ones who broke in, stole my paint!

Oh, they broke in?

At what point did you think you'd share that little detail?

Well, I didn't want things getting out of hand.

A girl's been murdered.

Could it be any more out of hand?

ALLISON: It wouldn't exactly help me get my paint back, either, so... WILL: No one cares about your damn paint!

ALLISON: I didn't ask them to take my property.

I'm the victim here!

♪ ♪ This belong to you, Bernard?

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: When did you last go into the toolbox?

I'm not sure-- I use it most days.

Does anyone else have access to it?

ALLISON: Like I told you, those pinkos broke in.

Maybe they left the screwdriver there.

So, they broke in once to steal the paint.

And then broke in again to plant the screwdriver.

It's possible.

They don't seem to like you very much, Bernard.

Why's that?

Maybe the girl was angry.

Why would she be angry?

Few nights back, she was arguing with that boyfriend of hers.

I took her into the lodge to calm down.

What were they arguing about?

Usual sort of nonsense.

I simply said young Mr. St. Clair is going places.

If he wants a wife that stays at home, then where's the harm in that?

Why were they calling you a pervert?

I gave her a little cuddle.

Only to calm her down.

Just a cuddle?

If I hadn't taken her in, God knows what would have happened!

You didn't try and take things further?

I didn't hurt her!

Maybe it was you who got angry, Bernard.

I never hurt her.

(people talking in background) No prints?

Nothing.

The handle was wiped with turps or some such.

Why clean the handle but leave the blood?

It's what you do if you're trying to frame someone.

So it was planted.

But by whom?

I mean, we're no closer to knowing who else was on that roof.

Doesn't help that the students have closed ranks.

Hm.

♪ ♪ I'm not gonna like where this is going, am I?

Well, maybe what we need is someone on the inside.

You know, someone of a similar mind.

An idealist, if you will.

Hm.

(exhales) (murmurs) (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (typewriter bell dings) (chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ The notorious Leonard Finch.

Meet at last.

(footsteps approaching) What are you up to in here?

Transferring all the parish contacts onto my Wheeldex.

Wheely-what?

Wheeldex.

Henry Jones.

I take it that isn't your real name.

(hesitantly): Of course it is.

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, it's very... British, isn't it?

(chuckling): As am I, Mrs. Chapman.

I'm as British as fish and chips.

Though technically, it was the Belgians who first fried the potato and the Iberians who fried fish, so... (chuckling) Go ahead, give it a whirl.

(squeaking) What's it do, this wheely-what?

Wheeldex.

Every piece of information right at your fingertips.

Modern masterpiece of efficiency.

Just one of the many advances I intend to bring to Grantchester.

Says you and every other new clergyman who comes here.

Just think of me as a new broom ready to sweep away the cobwebs.

There are no cobwebs in this house, thank you very much.

No, I was...

It's a metaphor.

Is that like a wheely-what?

(chuckles softly) Absolutely.

Just like a wheely-what, Mrs. Chapman.

♪ ♪ PETRA: Given Rachel's untimely death, we need to vote in a new leader.

As deputy leader, I... JOSH: I nominate Rory.

(people murmuring agreement) Well, if he's good enough for the Home Office.

Let's face it, clever bastard'll probably be prime minister one day.

Hm.

With Rachel gone, it would be an honor to stand in her memory.

Who else agrees?

That's seconded.

Thank you.

Any other candidates?

Anyone second Petra?

All those in favor of Rory, say aye.

ALL: Aye.

Well, I think that's unanimous.

Thank you for putting your faith in me.

We won't let Rachel down.

(applauding) Second order of business: our next protest.

JOSH: Good luck topping Rory's genius idea.

Defacing the college was inspired.

Wouldn't have been possible without you, Josh.

(quietly): It was Rachel's idea.

Should we be discussing operational details with... Ah, with the pervert in custody, there's no harm, is there?

Well, actually... Actually what?

They are charging him?

There was only circumstantial evidence, so... (others murmuring) We need to keep up momentum... PETRA: Come on, settle down!

...whilst also holding the authorities accountable.

This isn't the best use of our time.

Petra, you are keeping the minutes, aren't you?

PETRA (sighing): I just wanted to do some good.

When Rachel and I started out, it wasn't about who was richest or prettiest.

Why did it have to become a popularity contest?

Don't lose hope.

I think you're inspiring.

You, you believe in something.

You don't have to say that.

No, I mean it.

You don't just talk about things.

You, you act.

It's not just posturing, like some of the others.

I grew up in Dresden, you see.

They talk about war as if it's only the men that suffer, but I saw women and children.

I saw their bodies in the fires.

You don't want to stand by and just see it happen again.

JOSH: It's never been about us, it's always been about you!

Hey...

Sorry?

Hey, hey, stop-- stop.

What the hell was that?

(chuckles softly) We've had far too much to drink.

Haven't we, Josh?

Whatever you say, Rory.

(softly): Sorry.

(distant bell tolling) PETRA: Josh is always pushing people's buttons.

He was on the roof with you, wasn't he?

I don't want to get anyone in trouble.

I know you don't, but this is important.

Josh liked Rachel.

She didn't like him.

Did you see something?

♪ ♪ I saw them at the top of the stairs.

I saw them struggle.

Do you think Josh killed Rachel?

Petra?

♪ ♪ I hear you're quite the engineer.

Top of the class.

And a climber, too.

Now, you really have done your homework.

What else do you know?

My inside leg?

No guesses who gave Rachel the means to paint the symbol, then.

GEORDIE: How did you do it?

Just out of interest.

Can you account for your movements after Rachel's body was discovered?

I drove the equipment back to the workshop.

Mm-hmm.

Don't suppose you had a screwdriver handy.

Of course.

Amongst other things.

WILL: Why were you so keen for us to arrest Mr. Allison?

Because the pervert's guilty as hell!

You don't think I could have killed her?

There's absolutely no chance!

WILL: Why not?

Because I... ♪ ♪ I was fond of her.

Fond of Rachel?

Rachel, your best mate's girl?

Is that why you and Rory were fighting last night?

I've never had trouble when it comes to women.

Oh, you surprise me.

When Rachel asked me to help, I thought, you know...

But she just wanted help with the stunt.

She should've been clearer in her intentions.

She rejected you.

(laughing): "Reject" is rather an overstatement.

WILL: Petra saw you together.

She saw you struggle.

I wasn't even in the building when she fell.

Can anyone give you an alibi?

Yes-- you.

♪ ♪ I was halfway down the street when she died.

(quietly): Can I go now?

CND, my arse.

They're more interested in hanky-panky than world peace.

Not all of them.

It's a fad, Will.

They'll be onto the next thing in a few weeks.

Why does it bother you so much?

I mean, what's wrong with believing in something?

(Rory speaking outside) RORY: There they are!

CROWD: Justice for Rachel!

Justice for Rachel!

Justice for Rachel!

RORY: The police allowed Mr. Allison to pester young women unchecked for years.

(crowd murmurs agreement) Then what do they do?

Let him go and arrest an innocent man.

Little bastard.

RORY: One of our members is being unjustly targeted... How did they know we let him go?

I, uh... RORY: ...to compensate for their incompetence.

I might have said something.

RORY: Anyone else smell a cover-up?

CROWD (chanting): Cover-up!

Cover-up!

Cover-up!

Cover-up!

Cover-up!

(chanting continues) They do have a point, though, Geordie.

You did let Allison go.

You could've charged him with something.

Miss Scott?

You seen that lot out front?

I'll get some of the boys to move them on.

Their friend just died-- they're grieving.

They're not revolutionaries, Will, and neither are you.

Will you stop sticking up for them?

What is wrong with you?

Getting heavy-handed with people you don't agree with?

Isn't that what the Nazis did?

♪ ♪ Calling me a Nazi?

No, of course I'm not.

See, if you had the first clue, you would know just how insulting that is.

Okay, back to this again, are we?

We're back to what?

I didn't fight.

I didn't do National Service.

No.

You don't do much of anything, as far as I can see.

What?

All this idealism, it's nonsense!

You!

You talk and you talk...

But?

Your friend's in prison, Will, and you're writing letters.

And you can't even drag your sorry backside down to see him.

♪ ♪ Why is the air on fire?

I've made dinner for myself and Mr. Davenport.

My mum's efo, spinach stew, and àmàlà.

Pounded yam.

Would you like to try?

I've made you lamb casserole.

(closes oven) That's very kind, but I'm not partial to meat.

Don't worry, I'm very self-sufficient.

You'll have a hard time keeping me out the kitchen.

My kitchen.

No self-respecting Nigerian raises a child who can't cook rice, pound yam, or make a bed by the age of ten.

Well, if there's nothing else... Actually, just one thing.

You needn't make my bed anymore.

I like mine tightly squared, military style.

Right.

Do you know what time Mr. Davenport will be back?

Must be something vitally important for him to be out this long, I can imagine.

You'll catch on soon enough.

(footsteps approaching) (lightly knocking) (exhaling): Johnny.

Come in.

(sighs) I thought you were avoiding me.

Well, you did try and bribe a police officer.

What you have to understand is, the people that I represent, they operate in the gray.

Sometimes they offer me a cut and... (sighing, chuckling): The way I see it, I've earned my money, you know?

Everybody takes back-handers now and then.

I thought your lot were always at it.

(chuckles) (sniffs) What's the first thing that comes to mind when you hear "ban the bomb"?

(groaning): Load of old bollocks.

Thank you!

Thank you.

(drawer opens and closes) (sighing): Youngsters today.

Trying to change the world with no idea how it really works.

(exhales) A protester was murdered.

Anti-nuclear.

Her pals are using it to further their agenda.

It's easy for people who've never fought in a war to protest against the kind of weapons that end them.

Exactly!

There's a whole generation who know nothing about sacrifice.

Now, what they don't understand is that there is no right or wrong.

It's just...

Survival.

♪ ♪ Fancy another?

I should be getting home.

Oh, yeah, to the four kids.

Come for dinner.

No.

Come and meet them.

No.

Yeah.

No, you don't have to do that.

I want you to.

(both exhale) Come to dinner.

(clock ticking) (people talking in background) (music playing) (laughter) Whiskies, double.

(Tamara laughs) Now, now, I, I, I...

Wait... (clears throat) No need to be so hasty.

(chuckles uneasily) Andrew.

Andrew!

(Will clears throat) If you have to fill her up with booze first, it's probably not true love.

Who the hell are you?

Her husband.

Now kindly take your hands off my wife.

Mrs. Davenport.

Mr. Davenport.

Man of the cloth?

I can see why you're after a bit of excitement.

Love.

Oh, there you are.

Oh.

You must be the famous Cathy I've heard so much about.

Even more beautiful than Geordie described.

Ah, you can come again.

Do I have to beg for an introduction?

Sorry-- Cathy, this is Johnny.

Hi.

We served together in the war.

Oh, well, it's always lovely to meet an old friend of Geordie's.

I thought Johnny could join us for dinner.

Take pity on an aging bachelor on a diet of tinned pies.

(chuckles): Of course-- the more, the merrier.

Esme, set an extra place for our guest, please.

Make yourself at home.

Another whiskey, is it?

Or beer?

Ah... Or we could have some nice gin about.

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Cathy, show me the way to the kitchen and let's rectify the scandalous fact that you and I have never been acquainted.

Oh!

Let's see if we can hail you a taxi.

Uh, not so fast, oh, brother mine.

Stepbrother.

You can't scupper my plans for the evening and then saunter off scot-free.

I think you'll find that I was saving you from a regrettable course of action.

Do I look like some damsel in need of rescuing?

No, just someone who's had more than enough to drink.

How dare you.

I will have you know that my dainty appearance belies a sailor's constitution.

Hmm, impressive.

Yeah, it's my middle name.

(laughs) Looking away to protect my modesty.

How quaint.

I'd wager that's the most female flesh you've seen in years.

Or maybe ever.

Well, actually...

There was this nun.

(coughs) Tell me everything!

That would be ungentlemanly.

Mmm... You're a dark horse, Mr. Davenport.

You don't know the half of it.

Fancy a boat trip?

♪ ♪ Come on, I never took you for the timid type.

I'll have you know I have been expelled from some of the finest boarding schools in the land.

Where are we going?

Wherever the night takes us!

(laughs) Oh!

Where did you learn to make these?

Yeah, all right, Es, let him finish his meal.

In a place where I had a lot of time on my hands.

Do you mean the war?

That's how you know my dad.

Yeah, we were in Burma together.

What was that like?

Burma?

Dad never talks about it.

Esme.

You know not to ask questions like that.

You know, there's a reason people don't talk about it.

It was a hard time, and... And we saw a lot of suffering.

But knowing who you can count on when times are tough, courage and loyalty of the men around you... Those things aren't easily forgotten.

(grunts) You know what Geordie said?

He said I'm all talk.

I do stuff-- I do stuff all the time.

You're stealing this boat.

Exactly.

I'm stealing this boat.

(chuckles) And what's wrong with being an idealist?

Well, for one thing, they're terribly dull.

I'm not dull.

It's 'cause you're not an idealist.

So what am I, then?

A romantic.

(yelps) (both laugh) You see?

Romantic.

Prove you're not all talk, Mr. Davenport.

♪ ♪ (Will exhales deeply) (groans softly) (birds chirping) And a very good morning to you, too.

You cannot, you cannot be here.

You invited me.

Tamara, please, I cannot afford for anyone to see you here.

And definitely, definitely not like this.

(panting) A bit too quiet, if I'm honest.

I'm not complaining, Eirwen, it's just... (softly): The bishop told me this place was akin to Sodom and Gomorrah.

(Tamara and Will murmuring upstairs) Better go, my love.

Speak soon-- I love you.

Bye.

Oh, Jesus!

Is Lord!

WILL: Uh, Henry, uh, this is, this is Tamara.

Who knew the priesthood was so handsome?

WILL: My stepsister.

TAMARA: Wasn't the impression he gave me last night.

She is just going.

Ordinarily, I don't leave sleepovers without satisfaction and breakfast in bed.

You really have disappointed me, Will.

And a disappointed woman is a dangerous thing.

(door opens) (door closes) I hope your friend Johnny got back to London all right.

Sure, he's fine.

Ah, the little ones were disappointed they didn't get to meet him.

I don't think I've ever met anyone from that part of your life.

I just assumed you never stayed in touch.

Why have you not mentioned him before?

What's with all the questions?

It's hardly the third degree.

You were having a laugh last night and now you've got a face like a dropped pie.

He seemed nice.

(sighs) Very charming.

(chuckles): Perhaps a little too charming, I dunno.

(exhales) Do you think you'll see him again?

Cathy!

(pounds table) Can I not have five minutes' peace before I start work?

(knock at door) I'll get it.

Hello, Will!

(door closes) I'll leave you boys to it.

(exhales) Come in, then.

Um... (clears throat) Something, uh, Tamara said to me this morning got me thinking.

Tamara?

And where did you see Tamara this morn... You didn't, did you?

No, no, of course not.

I don't think.

(whispers): You don't think?!

She's your stepsister!

Yeah... Look, Rachel Bromilow's killer-- who's the most disappointed person in all this?

♪ ♪ (knocking) Will.

Come in.

I've been, uh, thinking about our conversation-- your disappointment in losing out to Rory for the CND leadership.

It's not the first time you've lost out to one of the popular students, is it?

I have a tutorial.

You work tirelessly for the CND, and yet you get none of the credit.

And even with Rachel gone, you were outvoted again.

I believe in the cause, but not enough to kill someone.

GEORDIE: We have the murder weapon.

But no fingerprints because they were wiped off with turps.

PETRA: No!

No!

GEORDIE: Did you remove the fingerprints from the screwdriver with turpentine?

Yes.

And did you plant the screwdriver in Mr. Allison's van?

Yes.

And when that didn't work, did you drip poison in my ear about Josh?

Yes.

GEORDIE: Which begs the question, did you kill Rachel Bromilow?

No!

You must realize this doesn't look good, Miss Neumann.

In Dresden, I saw death.

I saw grief and suffering enough for a whole lifetime.

I could never do this to anyone.

♪ ♪ She's very convincing, isn't she?

Do you believe her?

Do you?

Of course I do.

I'm an idealist.

About that...

It's fine.

Will... Look, the least I can do is put up with you being a cynical old sod every now and then.

Only now and then?

Maybe that's why we're friends.

Because we disagree about everything.

Well, not everything.

Well, we're disagreeing about whether we disagree, so... (chuckles) Would you like to come with this cynical old sod to the railway station?

Rachel's parents are on their way.

Poor bastard.

(sighs) When I phoned, they thought I was from the Home Office.

They were so damn proud, Will.

Well, if he's good enough for the Home Office.

(all chuckle) ♪ ♪ Rory St. Clair.

What was his alibi?

The minutes put him at the debating society.

Where are they?

♪ ♪ The same handwriting as Petra's CND minutes.

She gave him the alibi.

Well, she hates the bastard-- why would she do that?

Rachel knew that in order to achieve peace, we cannot just converse with those who share our ideals.

We must hold out the hand of friendship to our enemies.

Bet you didn't think we'd catch up with you.

Rory St. Clair, I'm arresting you for the murder of Rachel Bromilow.

Do you see the harassment that we face?

I'd watch your mouth if I were you, son.

This is politically motivated.

Read this for me, if you would.

"Dear Miss Bromilow, With regard to your application, "we have pleasure in offering you the position in our international trade department."

Position.

Not positions.

Wasn't part of the plan, was it?

Rachel was supposed to step aside, have a family in a few years.

I knew who Rachel was-- she was never gonna be conventional.

She challenged everything.

Status quo, the establishment.

She challenged you.

GEORDIE: So, what was it?

Was she too fond of flaunting all her achievements?

WILL: What happened that night?

(voiceover): Was she stealing your glory, even then?

(exhales) First the job and now this.

Perhaps you should stay home.

And play the good little wife.

♪ ♪ (laughs) (screwdriver stabs, Rachel gasps) ♪ ♪ (Rachel screams) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE (voiceover): All you needed now was an alibi.

And you found an unlikely accomplice.

Petra doctored the minutes to place you at the debating society.

What did you promise her in return?

Petra hated that the CND had became a popularity contest.

The German and I had an understanding.

She knew what I did.

I knew what she wanted.

To be leader of the CND.

Except you took that from her, too.

Well, the group chose the leader it wanted.

I couldn't be seen to meddle in a democratic process.

Or you couldn't be seen to lose.

You hate losing, don't you?

And with Rachel out of the way, you didn't have to admit she beat you to that job.

It would've been wasted on her.

What?

It would have been wasted on her.

What, all this because a working-class girl from Newcastle bested you?

See how superior you feel when you're in a cell.

♪ ♪ Hey, Will.

(sighs) You know, the only one who truly believed in the cause was the German.

I'm sure there's a joke in that somewhere.

You're not coming to the pub?

I'll let you beat me at backgammon.

I've, uh, got something I've been meaning to do.

I think I've written enough letters.

It's time I went to see Leonard.

(motorcycle engine revs) How are things?

I trust they're making you feel welcome.

The housekeeper's... Rather a bigot?

(chuckles): I was going to say formidable.

You haven't met my mother.

(chuckles) Mr. Davenport-- he's setting a good example, I hope.

Mr. Jones?

(sighs) I knew this posting would be a challenge.

So, I chose to keep an open mind.

Mr. Davenport is...

In truth, he's never there.

When he is, he's with a girl.

He said she's his stepsister.

She didn't seem very sisterly to me.

I'm sorry you had to cope with this alone.

What we do is a privilege, not a right.

I've fought to be here.

He treats it like an amusement, something to wile away the time.

I'd understand fully if you changed your mind.

No.

God has brought me here.

And I know exactly how to pull it back into line.

♪ ♪ Will Davenport.

Will Davenport... (knocks) (door opens) (door closes) (people shouting in background) ♪ ♪ (door opens) ♪ ♪ So wonderful to see you.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

I think I was afraid to.

How are you, Leonard?

Would you pray with me?

♪ ♪ Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, O Lord.

BOTH: And by Thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night.

(click) She's back.

I've got myself in a bit of a bind.

(Daniel shouting) Daniel, go home.

Why won't he write to me?

I have to take this time to reflect.

One pint.

Out with Johnny, were you?

MAN: I didn't do it!

No, it wasn't me!

GEORDIE: Do not let this place destroy you.

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