♪ ♪ You find my mother, against my will.

And then you send her away, also against my will.

I don't want to see you get hurt.

Like now, you mean?

(knocking) LEONARD: Raymond Hayes.

Where's your father?

Think he might be dying.

Do you think I should take the chief inspector job, Cath?

I wouldn't be on the front line, but maybe that's a good thing.

Do you know what I'd do if I were you, however painful it might be?

What if she doesn't want me?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Wallet?

Uh, yes.

Coat.

Not in this weather.

Flask and sandwiches?

(sighs) It's 90 minutes away.

It's not Scotland.

Those for your mum?

♪ ♪ I didn't want to turn up empty-handed.

She ran out on you, again.

The point is to listen and not to shout or judge.

Be careful.

London is full of sinners and squalor.

(chuckles) I grew up there.

Romford is no more rife with crime than Grantchester.

No.

♪ ♪ No!

No!

MRS.

CHAPMAN: Oh, Alphy!

Do you have a spare?

I don't have four!

Well, you must call Geordie.

Well, if I report this now, I won't get away before lunch.

Well, go another day.

No, no, I can't keep putting this off.

I'm losing sleep over it already.

I can get a train.

(people talking in background, train whistle blowing) (train wheels screeching) The village is falling into rack and ruin-- vandalism.

Theft.

Mr.

Everett from number six is growing a beard.

Was Alphy okay?

As if he didn't have enough on his plate today already.

Maybe I shouldn't've found his mam.

Oh, Geordie.

Alphy deserved to know her.

I knew she was gonna let him down.

Saw the signs.

Geordie, it'll be all right.

Alphy's got his head screwed on.

Miss Scott.

Need a couple of uniforms over in... I'm so sorry, do excuse me.

(phones ringing, people talking in background) A few too many martinis.

Big night last night?

(door closes) No, end of last week.

But they keep repeating on her.

♪ ♪ Excuse me.

Good day to you, sir!

Could I venture a glance at your ticket, sir?

Uh, of course.

Uh, here.

Ah.

We should be in shortly before 11:00.

Do have a wonderful journey.

The views are completely free of charge.

(chuckles) Thanks for the tip.

All part of the service!

(grunts) I'm so sorry-- apologies.

♪ ♪ (exhales) Atkins has a lead in the St.

Cedd's case.

Oh, where've the Garibaldis gone?

They started tasting funny.

Funny how?

Sort of metallic.

Mm.

Miss Scott.

(footsteps approaching slowly) Please, take a seat.

(phone ringing in background) How long have you been in the family way?

Why would you think that?

Has someone said something?

Yeah, I'm just hazarding a guess-- four kids.

My test results are due any day.

You haven't told Larry?

You hadn't thought about this eventuality?

Never mind hiding your marriage, once you start showing... Look, I know that!

I want to keep working.

Larry's preoccupied with the sergeant's exams.

We're not ready.

Nobody ever is.

CONDUCTOR: Romford!

All those for Romford, alight here, please!

♪ ♪ (knocker taps) Oh-- hello.

Yes?

Is Mira Kohli in?

Nope, sorry.

Uh, do you know when she'll be back?

She sometimes comes home for lunch.

Otherwise, she's at work.

Right.

She prefers tulips.

And Dad might object.

Uh... Sorry, who are you?

I'm her son-- Rajesh.

♪ ♪ You're Mira's son?

How do you know her?

I'm Alphy Kottaram.

She's never mentioned me?

No.

Reckon I'd remember a vicar.

Or is it fancy dress?

An ironic comment on Christianity, as an oppressive tool of colonialism?

No, no, that's... I'm sorry to bother you.

Geordie Keating, there is a terrible injustice occurring this very instant.

LARRY: Witness spotted a lad smashing wing mirrors all along Mill Way.

So, you just snatched the first child you saw?

A Mr.

Lowell described a young male, maybe eight or nine, light hair, beige shirt, playing truant.

That could be any boy in the village.

Said his name was Raymond Hayes.

Oh.

Which Mrs.

Chapman also confirmed.

Oh!

Larry, get hold of his parents.

Raymond's father is very ill.

(softly): And his mother died years ago.

He needs help, not wild accusations.

Then I'm sure you'd be happy to sit in with Raymond while we get to the bottom of this.

Happily.

(women talking softly) Alphy?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

To ask you why you disappeared, again.

But don't worry, it's all very clear now.

You, you went to my house?

I met Rajesh.

They, they, they don't know about you.

That was abundantly clear.

I'm so sorry I upset... I, I have a brother.

And you kept it from me.

They're, they're not ready to find out.

And when was I going to be ready to find out?

I don't know!

I'm so sorry.

I'd have got it-- 30 years.

Of course you have a family.

But you lied to me.

I, I couldn't tell you.

So shame, then.

I'm your dirty secret.

No!

Or is it this, huh?

I don't understand it!

An Indian man, being part of that church.

You left me there.

Outside that church, remember?

I was a child!

I, I knew nothing about missionaries and conversions.

I, I'm so glad that you're alive and, and well and happy, but I just... I hate that you didn't escape it.

You hate it.

But you've had 30 years to correct your mistake, and in all that time, you didn't check on me, not once.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (conductor's whistle blows) Uh, uh, careful!

I've preserves from Fortnum's inside.

And I don't want them spread anywhere other than the scones at luncheon club, or I'll see to it that your next stop will be the benefits office.

They can't get away with this.

Matty, it's just so unfair.

(muttering): Flora, not amongst the navvies and the missionaries.

(sighs) You really can be quite witless.

I'm a saint for tolerating you all these years.

Excuse me, sorry.

(conductor's whistle blows) Thank you.

(clears throat) CONDUCTOR (in distance): Mind the doors!

(door closes) Mind the doors!

A "thanks" would be nice.

(steam hissing, train whistle blowing) AMELDA (clears throat): Excuse me.

Is anyone sitting here?

No-- please go ahead.

JEFF: Very polite of you to ask.

AMELDA: You are supposed to, aren't you?

Not everyone does.

I'd hate to steal somebody's seat.

JEFF: Or sit on an invisible bunny rabbit.

AMELDA: Can you imagine?

I'd be so embarrassed.

JEFF: I can't imagine Harvey'd be too impressed, either.

AMELDA: Do you think he'd need a ticket?

JEFF: For an invisible rabbit?

Oh, I don't think they'd want to charge him.

(Amelda chuckles) JEFF: Where are you headed to?

AMELDA: Cambridge.

LARRY: Smashed windows at Blakely's Farm, threw rocks at a delivery truck, vandalized a signpost.

All that from just this spring.

And all before your dad got ill.

We've tried the stern talking-to, clip 'round the ear.

But now you're back in here.

Mrs.

C. called by earlier.

Someone did for Alphy's tires.

That was a vicar's car.

A good friend of mine.

Today was a very important day for him.

Tell us, son: did you do it?

Don't be intimidated, Raymond.

Just be truthful and all will be well.

I did it.

♪ ♪ I did all of them.

♪ ♪ (loudly): Do you speak English?

English!

AMELDA: I don't think shouting helps.

What's happening?

Oh, good, you do understand.

(Flora sobbing) We thought you might be able to help.

There's a woman crying.

Has been for a while.

(sobbing continues) If you really are a vicar, well, maybe that's your sort of thing?

ALPHY: Um... (exhales) (exhales) Where are we?

Broken down, about 20 minutes from Cambridge.

All right.

(sighs) (Flora crying) Fine, leave it with me.

(Flora crying) (gently): Is everything all right?

Oh.

It, it's Matty.

I think that, I think that she's... ♪ ♪ Matty?

(gasps) Matty, can you hear me?

Wake up, Matty.

Come on, wake up-- how long's she been like this?

FLORA: She's not breathing.

AMELDA: Is she okay?

No.

No, I'm afraid she's dead.

♪ ♪ (Flora gasps) (sobbing) Can I get you a drink?

A tea, a coffee?

No?

Suppose not.

♪ ♪ Would you like to read?

I have the new Burgess.

♪ ♪ (sighs) This really shouldn't be so difficult.

Do you need a tinkle, poppet?

LARRY: Jen.

Have you heard?

Our results are in.

What?!

How did you know?

Atkins told me.

Atkins?

He's got a mate in Ely, had their letter today.

This could be it.

(exhales) The sergeant's exam.

Course-- what else?

The letters aren't here yet.

Oh, okay.

Maybe tomorrow.

♪ ♪ Raymond needs sympathy and understanding.

I know he's young, and his dad's ill, and it's all very sad.

But you don't know them.

The whole family's bounced in and out of here for years.

Some people can't change their nature.

If we all give up on him, then he really doesn't stand a chance.

Well, the community disagrees.

We've had dozens of complaints about him from villagers.

It's in his best interests that I let the juvenile court decide his fate.

♪ ♪ (steam hissing) We need to alert the guard.

See if there's a doctor on board.

I'll go.

Best if the rest of us stay put.

(door slides) (sighs) ALPHY: I'm so sorry.

You have my deepest condolences, Miss... I'm Flora-- thank you.

Was Matty unwell?

No.

She never got ill.

(inhales) Where are you traveling today?

On our way home to Cambridge.

Matty insisted we see the new show at the Royal Academy.

Would you like to pray for her with me?

(footsteps approaching) Here we all are.

And good day to you all.

Oh.

This is the unfortunate lady.

Her name is Matty... Mathilda Garland.

Probably her heart, poor dear.

Right, let's get you out.

ALPHY: No, no!

Don't, don't-- never move a body.

Well, not until the authorities have seen her.

Have some experience, do you, sir?

A little.

(snorts) Really?

I, I think that's right-- I've read that.

JEFF: How long do you suppose we'll be stuck here for?

Well, I daren't suppose.

I shall confirm an answer for you when I've conversed with the driver.

Just stay put for now.

(clears throat) Hey!

Didn't you hear him?

Come back!

JEFF: God's sake-- oi!

Stop!

(Birde groans) ♪ ♪ Psst.

What is it?

How can I help Raymond?

I can't go behind Geordie's back.

But can Geordie really just throw a child into a boys' home?

I shouldn't talk to you about it.

I've endured three interminably long evenings of Risk on your behalf in the last fortnight.

So if you want to imperil the Northwest Territory again, I suggest you aid me now.

You have to look at the welfare of the boy and the welfare of the community.

I know they've complained about him, but could they be persuaded to say they'd prefer him to stick around?

(steam hissing) What is it?

I was meant to pray for her.

I've, uh, I've had a dream about praying for the dying.

Go forth from this world in the love of God who created you.

In the mercy of... ♪ ♪ That was a short one.

♪ ♪ I thought you said not to touch her.

I said not to move her.

There's blood on her fingers.

You think she was killed?

I think it's good to ask questions.

Beats sitting around.

Any discoloration?

(chuckles) My father was a doctor.

Redness for asphyxia, cherry or pink for cyanide, brown for nitrates.

Move over, Miss Marple.

Hardly.

(chuckles) ALPHY: Oh.

♪ ♪ Ah, it's metal.

BIRDE (in distance): Oi!

CLARENCE: Yeah, I'm moving!

(door opens) Hey, watch the jacket, mate!

BIRDE: Shut it!

All right, love?

Sit!

We got some questions for you!

I've done nothing wrong.

Then why'd you run, son?

Exercise.

Yeah.

More like fare-dodging.

CLARENCE: No, I always buy my tickets.

Codswallop!

You're bunking.

Uh, if I could have a quick word.

(Amelda talking softly) (quietly): Matty Garland over there.

I don't think she died of natural causes.

She had this in her arm.

(loudly): She was murdered?

JEFF: What?!

Why do you think that?

We found a wound on her.

"We"?

Amelda... BIRDE: On my train?

Good Lord.

What is this world coming to?

I should take that.

Yeah, keep it as evidence.

Can you contact the police?

I need to talk to the driver, find out what the holdup is.

If we're to be here a while, I'll walk to the next signal post and telephone ahead.

We should go over everyone's movements.

This isn't a parlor game, Vicar.

I'm well aware.

When was the last time anyone saw Matty alive?

Well, I came through after Broxbourne.

She asked me what time we were due into Cambridge.

She was alive well after that.

I heard her after Audley End.

That was the last stop.

♪ ♪ Well, has anyone from another carriage come through here since then?

I don't think so.

Jeff?

No.

You ran!

You little rat.

I didn't do it!

Let's not jump to conclusions.

It's one of us, and he ran.

Well, we haven't spoken to Flora.

She went to get a drink.

♪ ♪ (sniffs, exhales) (footsteps approaching slowly) ♪ ♪ (exhales) I just needed a minute to myself.

We need to go back to the other carriage, Flora.

(voice trembling): I don't want to.

But we're trying to keep everyone together.

We're... We're all witnesses now.

Witnesses to what?

Matty may not have died of natural causes.

Oh, God!

(gasps) No.

No, no-- I can't.

(exhales) Tell me what Matty was like.

A force of nature.

So sure of herself.

Woe betide anyone that stood in her way.

Hm.

How long had you known her?

Since our Wren days.

She's my best friend.

Was-- no one else would have a silly old thing like me.

(inhales deeply) I doubt that.

I overheard you talking about this.

You were upset by something in it?

It... (sighs) It's silly nonsense.

There was an anonymous letter in the paper questioning Matty's charity work.

Huh, oh, yeah.

"Self-aggrandizing folly."

Oh, someone didn't like her.

Like radish in a sandwich.

She was a strong flavor.

Mm.

Showed off a bit.

(chuckles) Like with her necklace.

(sniffles) Uh, necklace?

Gold, with emeralds.

Heirloom of the Raj-- you must have noticed.

I must've?

Worth a fortune.

I said she was inviting trouble wearing it.

Hm.

What's that?

"Ridley."

I have no idea.

Matty's writing.

She loved a crossword.

(footsteps approaching) The attendant in the buffet car can't recall anyone else coming through.

And no one's been into your carriage in the last hour.

Did Matty leave her seat?

Go anywhere?

No.

Well, once.

Just after we broke down, she went to get a tea, and then came back a minute later without one, and then just fell asleep.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: All of them?

Withdrawn their statements?

At the same time?

Every single one.

(people talking in background) Leonard.

(door opens) (typewriter clacking) LEONARD: I really appreciate you taking the time.

Leonard.

I could have you up for meddling in police affairs.

Mr.

Lowell and the others simply agreed that handing the boy over to social services was not in the best interests of the village.

Until the next time he vandalizes or steals something.

You're being very cynical.

How many of your ex-cons started like this?

I put Raymond into the care of the state, maybe he doesn't end up back here in five years for something much worse.

Or maybe giving him a break now gives him a chance to change.

He's nine years old.

♪ ♪ On your head be it.

But we both know where good intentions lead.

♪ ♪ Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you'll understand the imposition, but, for the sake of everyone else on this train, I'm afraid I must confine you all to this carriage.

With Matty?

My apologies, but I insist.

Driver says we're to be at least another half-hour here.

And I would seek to preserve the scene of the crime.

Have you called the police?

I've passed the message to control.

FLORA: God!

He can't do this, can he?

AMELDA: Hey, it's okay.

You can't!

You're locking us in with the killer!

♪ ♪ (lock turns) ♪ ♪ Understood, thanks.

Yes, we'll have someone at the station.

Boss?

Mm?

Suspicious death on a train.

(receiver clatters) I'll head over now.

It's not in yet-- broken down on its way back from London.

(siren blares in distance) Alphy's in London.

Could be on it.

You worried about him?

No, course not.

Huh.

(picks up receiver) No, he's down there chasing his mum, for whatever that's worth.

Yeah, some parents do more harm than good.

Not all.

My mum, God rest her, she pushed me to be a copper.

Cheered me on when no one else did.

Would never have met Jen, or you, without her.

Raymond, you'll be able to leave here shortly.

If you'd like, I can take you back home.

Why?

Well, I thought you might like to be with someone you know.

Why are they letting me go?

I explained that there were other factors affecting your behavior.

Why did you do that?

Mr.

Finch is doing something nice for you, Raymond.

RAYMOND: No, he's not!

He's not nice!

He's sticking his nose in!

Raymond!

You're not my dad!

You're nobody!

♪ ♪ Mr.

Finch was trying to help you.

Yeah, he's a good man.

And you need all the friends you can get.

Stop it!

We're not doing anything.

You keep talking, all the time!

I've stolen lots of things!

Why aren't you doing your jobs?!

♪ ♪ (man calling in distance) I, um... (clears throat) I appreciate your time with the distressed lady, Vicar.

And your unexpected input.

(exhales) Well, I've been around a few crime scenes.

Helped a few policemen.

Hm.

There's one inspector whose input would be a real help about now.

You're a jack-of-all-trades, aren't ya?

Or jamal, I suppose.

(chuckles) (clears throat) My guess is, if it's not me, it's not you, it's not Amelda, probably not that Flora, then... Then it must be the lad?

Exactly.

Hm.

Not the only amateur detective in town.

Hm.

JEFF: He's gonna slip up.

ALPHY: And you're gonna catch him.

Her necklace is gone.

I didn't see it when we examined her.

But it must be on the train.

Yeah, you're right-- I didn't see that before.

I thought I should keep track of what we know, for the police.

Missing necklace, metal spike... (imitating Poirot): Using my little gray cells.

(both chuckle) You're missing a ring.

Oh, oh, well... It's been stolen, too?

(men calling in distance) (exhales) Ah.

(chuckles) So you're married.

Are you disappointed?

(chuckles) It's Jeff, isn't it?

Either he's your husband or... Or I'm having an affair.

(exhales) Oh!

Grubby little word when you say it out loud.

(men calling in distance) I married my childhood sweetheart, Harry.

And I guess, if you do it long enough, even bliss becomes routine.

Trapped in the same day, living it over and over.

And Jeff's an escape from that.

You're a very perceptive man.

(chuckles) Well, this would make me one-all today for having the wool pulled over my eyes.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I... I trusted someone with a bad track record-- it's stupid and naïve.

Don't be so hard on yourself for being optimistic.

We all need hope.

Mm.

You must think terribly of me.

I think lies hurt people.

People like your husband.

You'd think she'd share some of that chocolate.

(chuckles) I think she's diabetic.

(both chuckle) ♪ ♪ So she could have a needle.

♪ ♪ I need to check her case.

(door rattling) (banging) Hey!

I need to speak to the guard!

♪ ♪ LARRY: You tried, Leonard.

Let us deal with it now.

Most kids aren't like that.

Are you sure?

They're given toy guns and swords and we wonder why they raise their fists.

Maybe Geordie's right.

Maybe our prisons are full of Raymonds, destined for violence.

(people talking, typewriters clacking in background) I had a spud gun.

I turned out all right.

(phone ringing in background) Oh!

Sorry.

Don't be.

Tough day, right?

That poor child.

Not all kids are like that.

They could be, though.

That's the risk, isn't it?

If, if you get it wrong.

You get everything wrong.

No matter how hard you try.

Ah, you'll worry about it for the rest of your days.

Mm.

Well, brilliant pep talk-- thanks.

(chuckles) You know, my dad wasn't much cop.

And Alphy was raised by the state.

And sometimes kids get by despite their parents.

Maybe this is just a scare.

A chance to think about what you want.

Mrs.

Garland and Mrs.

Crabtree's.

(case latch opens) That must be Flora's medical case.

This kind of thing?

Well, there's the insulin.

There should be a syringe.

Well, as you can see, there is not.

I've held on to something in lost property that might prove useful.

You wouldn't believe what gets left or thrown away on here.

Well, maybe the syringe was thrown away.

♪ ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ Okay.

(mumbling): That should be... You do realize you are literally looking for a needle in a deconstructed haystack?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You can't kill someone with insulin.

Can you?

You could put poison in it.

Or you could simply inject Matty with air.

Give her an air embolism.

JEFF: Good God.

Well, it wasn't me!

She was my friend!

Someone's been through my things!

My medicine!

We know Matty left her seat just after the train stopped, but never got to the buffet carriage.

She could have been confronted and injected there, in the gangway.

And the syringe thrown out.

Can you all stop looking at me?

Matty was a big character.

She was my best friend.

A best friend that belittles you?

Bullies you?

Or maybe she needed taking down a peg or two.

♪ ♪ With a damning letter to the paper.

♪ ♪ (scoffs) It was just a silly letter to take the wind out of her sails.

To not be the be-all and the end-all, if only for a moment.

AMELDA: If she twigged it was you, maybe she got angry.

"Woe betide anyone who stood in her way."

No!

What about the necklace?

Amelda says it's missing-- did you take that, too?

No, I didn't!

I told you about that!

♪ ♪ Damn you all!

Please, Mrs.

Crabtree.

I don't have it.

I am not a killer.

Or a thief.

I'm just a doormat.

A pathetic doormat.

(crying): And I always will be.

♪ ♪ (sobs) (sobbing) There's always pickpockets on this route.

JEFF: Do shut up.

I'm just saying, it could be anyone.

He knows!

He ran, didn't he?

Because he killed Matty.

What?

And he knows where the necklace is.

I was just trying to make you feel better.

There's a very simple solution.

Turn out your pockets.

No.

AMELDA: It would put all our minds at ease.

If you would... Hey, sod off.

Oi.

We have a right to know if there's a murderer amongst us.

♪ ♪ You all bloody happy now?

JEFF: Well... (clears throat) I'm not hiding anything.

Nor I. Not a pretty sight.

Too many old tickets and sweet wrappers.

Now you, Vicar.

♪ ♪ (steam hissing) JEFF: A con man in a costume who pulled the wool over all our eyes.

You have those cuffs handy, Mr.

Birde.

I, I didn't hide it.

I showed you all.

It was planted in my pocket!

Do you think we're fools?

Hm?

Do you think we're stupid enough that we buy the idea of a crime-solving Indian vicar?

I am a vicar.

I never lied to you.

JEFF: I should've trusted my instincts.

No, get off, I haven't done... Hey!

AMELDA: He's been helping us!

He's not one of us.

(handcuffs click) ALPHY: I was asleep when Matty died.

You know I didn't kill her!

Do we?

Do we know that?

JEFF: We welcome foreigners into this country and this is what happens.

Oh, oh, not that old toss, Jeff!

JEFF: I'm not saying I like it, but open your eyes!

You're young, naïve-- you have got no clue what these colonials are doing to this country.

I am married to a colonial.

Harry's from the West Indies.

And yet who are you sleeping with?

You can be such an arse.

♪ ♪ This is yours.

I've seen these before, in your office.

The necklace was in here.

♪ ♪ You planted it on me.

(scoffs) I did not!

Ask him for a look in his little office.

There's a dozen more of these.

Enough!

He'll say anything.

Stringing us along with this "amateur detective" tosh.

I promise you all, he is your thief!

Enough!

I'm the guard on this train-- I have authority here!

You are a liar!

And you're no reverend!

(gasps) Whoa!

(Alphy gasps) Poking and prodding and questioning.

We've heard enough from you-- come on.

BIRDE: Cuff the other hand.

Get off!

You know what?

There are always pickpockets on your route.

I want to see your office.

Sit down, son!

I want to see.

(laughing) Like the preacher man said.

BIRDE: Really?

Fare-dodgers giving orders now?

(chuckles) He won't show us.

He did bloody steal it, and he probably killed the old girl!

Sit yourself down!

You never showed us that.

You never showed us your pockets.

(Amelda gasps) Hey!

I told you.

He robs the passengers.

He took it off Matty just after she died.

Can you explain this?

Well, now, let's not be hasty.

You owe us that.

I'm really curious, Mr.

Authority.

Mm.

(exhales) I've been on the railway since I was demobbed.

Given it the best years of my life.

And now the bosses want to axe half the lines?

Put people like me out on their ear?

All right, so maybe not everything made its way to lost property.

But I'm no murderer.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) You were right.

My optimism about Raymond was naïve.

No, it wasn't.

The world needs people like you to stop people like me getting too cynical.

But we're both missing the bigger issue here.

What's that?

That boy as sure as hell isn't looking for a way out of this station.

(people talking in background) (phone ringing in background) What you're going through, it's very unfair.

My mum got ill when I was very young, and my dad wasn't around.

And I struggled.

Were you sad?

Yes.

And lonely.

Do you feel that?

I talk to mum sometimes.

She's in the churchyard.

At the back.

I think that's lovely.

Doesn't help Dad, though, does it?

You are helping your dad.

You're doing so much for him.

He's getting worse.

He can't look after me, too.

LEONARD: You think it would help him if you weren't around?

If you were here?

Course it would!

My cousin's at a borstal.

They have meals and beds.

We can do better than that.

Raymond, we're going to do better than that.

I swear to you.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Is Raymond going to be okay?

Yeah, I was wrong about him.

You wanted the best for him.

Mm, I wanted shot of him before he slashed my tires.

You cared.

And you listened.

Alphy usually does that.

You don't always need to run around the country with a vicar to make a difference.

Maybe not.

If it were up to me, you'd be a shoo-in for the chief inspector job.

The secretaries do like a gossip.

♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (steam hissing) AMELDA: How are you feeling now?

Much like how a football feels after a match.

Tomorrow could always be better.

Don't lose hope?

This might sting.

Well, those five years of medical school really paid off.

(laughs) I told you, my dad was a doctor.

Dr.

Ridley.

♪ ♪ Ridley?

She knew your family name.

Matty knew you.

♪ ♪ She knew you were having an affair.

I, I, I needed this, this escape.

I wasn't ready for it to end.

♪ ♪ You needed her silence.

(train engine running) Please.

Please, I'm begging you.

ALPHY: You needed to know she wouldn't say anything.

And you knew enough about medicine to recognize Flora's diabetes.

(yelps) ALPHY: That she'd have a syringe with her.

And what an air embolism could do.

If she told Harry, I would lose everything.

People would talk.

She would ruin my life.

Your fantasy life.

How's that look now?

Was Jeff worth it?

♪ ♪ (Amelda whimpering) (train whistle blowing) (train moving) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Larry!

Yes, boss?

You've got some explaining to do.

I have received a very disturbing letter regarding the behavior of an officer in this force.

I haven't done nothing wrong.

Well, that's not what it says here.

What's it say?

(snatches letter) It relates to the successful promotion of a Detective Sergeant Larry Peters.

Oh, my God!

You had me going!

Congratulations.

♪ ♪ Your mum would be proud.

♪ ♪ Thank you, Geordie.

Thank you so much.

(slaps back) DOCTOR (on phone): Bear with me, Mrs.

Peters.

I have your results.

Ah, it's positive.

Congratulations to you and your husband.

(others applauding) (applause continues) (receiver clatters) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I didn't catch your name.

No.

You didn't.

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: I hear you had quite the journey.

Who were you on the train with, Henry Cooper?

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Oh, Geordie, I am never leaving Grantchester again.

Come on, then.

♪ ♪ (car doors close) You sort things out with your mum?

She lied to me.

She'd hidden a whole family.

Hm.

(train wheels squealing) I'm so sorry, Alphy.

I'm obviously not the son she wanted.

Not living the life she hoped for.

You know, it's strange, then, that you're so bloody good at it.

Geordie, I couldn't convince five people on that train that I was a vicar.

Give over.

Five people.

And the nicest one was the murderer.

Well, we need to work on your choice in women.

(chuckles) Yeah, I need time to think.

And pray.

Okay.

I'll drop you at the church.

(engine starts) Pub first, though, right?

Yeah.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Hate this kind of thing, hobnobbing.

MISS SCOTT: When are you going to tell Alphy?

Waiting for the right moment.

ALPHY: What's all this?

Nothing special.

We got a body, boss.

ALPHY: "Bishop Grey invites the clergymen..." Right vicar's tea party you got going here.

A spiritual retreat.

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