♪ ♪ Welcome to Merries!
Welcome to Merries!
♪ ♪ SUNNY: And the winner is contestant number six!
MRS. CHAPMAN: This might be the happiest day of my life!
(knock at door) Just a minute!
BRYAN: I saw him with a man.
They were in bed together.
Action has to be taken.
He has to be dealt with.
I've spoken to Mr. Finch.
I felt it was my duty.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ WILL: Dearly beloved, we have brought this child here to be baptized.
You have prayed that our Lord, Jesus Christ, would vouchsafe to receive him, to release him of his sins.
To sanctify him with the Holy Ghost.
(voiceover): Do you, in the name of this child, renounce the devil and all his works?
GROUP (in unison): I renounce them all.
Do you believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of Heaven and Earth?
GROUP (in unison): All this, I steadfastly believe.
(man panting) WILL (voiceover): Will thou then obediently keep God's holy will and commandments and walk in the same all the days of thy life?
GROUP: I will.
(baby coos) ♪ ♪ (quietly): Penny...
(tires screech, horn honks) DRIVER: Lunatic!
♪ ♪ (doors burst open) WILL: James Sebastian Asper, I baptize you in the name-- That's not his name!
(churchgoers gasp) His name's Billy.
Get him out of here.
He's my son!
He's my son!
No, no, no, not here.
(baby crying) She took him from us.
I think you might be a little confused.
They put it in the paper.
They're trying to make everyone think it's true!
This is a baptism for the Asper family.
Well, I can read!
Call the police-- where's your telephone?
Fine, call them.
They'll only tell you what they've told you already.
This man has been harassing my family-- He stole my family.
I have no idea what he's talking about.
Hey, hey that's enough!
Hey, calm down!
You go ahead with this christening, Vicar, then you're part of this too!
CONSTABLE: Go on.
MARCUS: Absolute nonsense.
And yes, I will be pressing charges.
Well, let's get him to the station and then we can ask him some questions.
Like who this Joan is he mentioned.
You're not seriously considering what he's saying, are you?
I've never heard of her.
We're entrusting you to baptize our son.
Well, under the circumstances, might it be wise to postpone?
(baby crying) My colleagues are here... Our neighbors.
Looks like your wife could use a hand with the baby.
(baby crying) James is our son and that's that.
Ah, I've had to break up a few wedding fights in my time but a christening-- that's a new one.
You spoken to Davy Connor before?
Few days ago, he was picked up outside their house, screaming abuse.
Anyone look into his claims?
(sighs) He's a drunk; Asper's a solicitor.
Davy believes what he's saying.
And since when did you trust lawyers?
We should at least talk to this Joan Beaumont.
♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Joan Beaumont: bleeding heart by the sound of it.
"Saving" children from the slums.
You know the type.
And by "saving" them you mean taking them from poor families like Davy Connor's and giving them to rich ones like the Aspers?
(door opens) According to Davy Connor, and he's as much use as a chocolate teapot.
(door opens) (children playing) JOAN: Do you have a job?
Because you're not gonna get any with a baby in tow, are you?
You've got to do what's best for the child.
Place them somewhere they can be looked after properly.
Get yourself on your feet, find a job, a man who'll stick around and then you can do this again...
The right way.
May I ask you a question, ma'am?
(floor creaking) Excuse me, can I help?
We'd like to ask you some questions about Marcus and Penny Asper.
Um... maybe you should come back and see me later.
(children playing nearby continues) WILL: Oh...
If you need someone else to talk to, I'm in the church in Grantchester.
(children playing continues) I don't discuss individual cases.
The babies and their families have a right to anonymity.
So, you admit that's what you do?
You take babies and give them away.
This is an adoption agency-- that's my charitable trust certification.
And what if the biological parents don't want to give their children away?
No one's forcing them.
Well, maybe not forcing, but coercing.
The women that walk through that door know what they're coming in for.
All I can do is make it as easy and as painless as possible, for mother and child.
And the fathers?
Like Davy Connor.
Do they get a say?
As I said, I don't discuss individual cases.
But ultimately, and especially if the parents are unmarried, which is often the case, it's the mother's decision.
And you make a profit either way?
This is a charity.
I mean, if couples want to donate because they recognize the work I do, that's up to them.
(humorless chuckle) Do you have any idea what sort of conditions some of these children will be born into?
Yes, yes, I do.
And the stigma of being an unmarried mother?
You just offered that girl the same thing that I do, except I have the means to actually help her, beyond a prayer.
♪ ♪ I've got nothing against adoption but did you hear the way she was speaking to that girl?
It's emotional blackmail.
I thought you would've approved-- do-gooder, easy on the eye.
That is not doing good!
So, she was easy on the eye?
Look, all I know is half the people I arrest come from conditions she was describing.
Then that's the problem to fix, not taking children away from their families.
But until that happens, isn't it better that kids grow up in good families?
Oh, you mean rich ones-- like the Aspers?
Money doesn't guarantee love Geordie-- I should know.
That certificate on her wall was legitimate, Will.
I've got enough work to do without you chasing cases.
So unless a crime's actually been committed, I say we leave this one alone.
(birds chirping) (radio playing) Merry morning, campers!
Oh, we can do better than that, can't we?
Merry morning, campers!
Are we going to have to do this all the way till next year?
A whole year... Jack says we can go to Paris at Christmas, but they don't have bingo every night in Paris, do they?
The Louvre, Montmartre, Notre Dame... mai bingo non!
It was lovely, wasn't it?
Being on holiday all together?
It was pleasant enough.
(radio continues playing) Merry morning, camper!
WILL: Have you seen the Aspers' number?
The, uh, the couple from the baptism?
What's wrong with you lot?
That was on the mat for you.
(opens letter) "Leviticus?"
It's just some homework from the diocese.
(places teacup down) Leonard?
(radio continues playing) Merry morning, Dickens!
(confused growl) (radio continues playing) Since when did the diocese send homework?
It's addressed to me.
Which verse in Leviticus?
"You shall not lie with a male--" "As with a woman," "It is an abomination."
Well, who wrote it?
It doesn't say.
"Bring £50 to the Meadow tomorrow at 2:00, or I release evidence."
I don't know!
Well, who'd do this?
I don't know.
(paper rustling) It's not my father's handwriting.
I don't think even he'd ask for... (breathing heavily) This is all my fault for, for being so careless-- meeting up, walking together, going on a holiday.
♪ ♪ From Merries.
He came to me saying he'd seen you with Daniel.
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't think it was worth it.
I didn't want to ruin the holiday.
Look, we have to go to Geordie-- this is illegal.
So is Leviticus.
You're not gonna pay him?!
He says he's got evidence.
He could show anyone!
Where are you gonna get £50 from?
We'll find a way.
Night, Miss Scott.
Not yet, I'm afraid, Inspector.
Boy Wonder has put up the bat signal.
You wanna stop reading those children's comics.
♪ ♪ NICOLA: I was here this morning.
It's the first time I've ever met her.
She told me to come back.
You heard her tell me to come back.
The door was open, and I...
I just found her like this.
(thunder rumbles) WILL: I should have asked your advice in the first place, St. John.
I thought I could double the money for the church, but it didn't perform as well as I thought, and now I need to put the money back into the parish hardship fund.
Well, surely the church could supplement the fund until the investment pays off?
ST. JOHN: Well no, asking would be an admission that Will's been gambling their money on the stock exchange.
Which is something I gather he's trying to shirk.
St John's absolutely right.
Yes, you should leave investing to the experts.
But as it's only £50... (door opens) Daddy!
(giggles) Ah... (clock chiming) (coldly): Amelia.
Uh, Will, this is your stepsister.
Much better looking than my real brother.
I'm surprised we didn't meet at the wedding.
She was on holiday.
Yes, it was so generous of Daddy to send me away when he had so many other expenses.
(soft chuckle) Will.
Ah, am I supposed to kiss your ring?
A handshake's fine.
Depends where our hands have been.
Will you behave yourself?
(giggles) Ah... ooh, Daddy's got his checkbook out, has he?
Yes, for hardship in Will's parish.
Is that what they're calling it now?
Let me guess... you've got a girl in trouble?
It's for a church fund.
Is he really as sweet and innocent as he's making out?
Are you really as bitter and cynical as you're making out?
(giggles) I suppose I've just been spoilt.
ST. JOHN: Well, we can soon put a stop to that.
For both of you.
(giggles) Seems there was a struggle.
She banged her head on the step here.
(sighs) Anyone else live here?
Not by the looks of it.
And the girl?
What sort of state was she in when you got here?
Well, I can't fault your eyesight, Robin.
Go door-to-door, see if anyone saw or heard anything unusual.
And find out if she had any friends or family that visited-- admirer, boyfriend... Sir.
(door closes) What do you think happened?
Oh, we'll let the coroner be the judge of that.
But you shouldn't worry yourself, not in your condition.
She was a good person, wasn't she?
I think so.
There are others that can help you.
Remember my friend Will?
Come on, let's get you home.
It's all right.
I feel a bit sick in cars.
GEORDIE: You have a bath where you live?
It's what my Cathy used to swear by when she was carrying ours.
Nice hot bath... but not too hot.
(birds chirping) (food sizzling, utensil scraping pan) It's not gonna eat itself.
How was your evening?
MRS. CHAPMAN: Gurney-Clifford?
What's he done this time?
(phone ringing) Um, would you mind getting that?
(phone ringing) I'm sorry, I tried.
Maybe I should just go and talk to him.
Well, I'll come with you then.
It could be dangerous.
What else can I do-- he said 2:00.
Let me speak to Geordie.
MRS. CHAPMAN: Inspector Keating on the phone!
(whispering): Don't do anything without me.
Says there's a dead woman.
I told him it's none of our business unless you were burying her.
GEORDIE (over phone): Joan Beaumont was murdered last night.
GEORDIE: Parents are dead, no siblings, husband, boyfriend.
Just Joan Beaumont and her charitable works.
I know-- capable woman of means like that.
You'd think they'd be queuing up.
You're saying that's how I'm going to end up?
Nah... you've got me and Leonard.
If Joan was being blackmailed for something she'd done wrong, would you have to look into the thing she'd done wrong, or just the blackmail?
Depends what she'd done-- why?
No, just a thought-- doesn't matter.
(kids laughing, dog barking) Ann, Peter come inside.
Is Davy home?
Davy don't live here.
This is the address he gave me.
WILL: Baby James' mother?
Maybe you call him baby Billy?
I don't call him anything.
(pours liquid) (kids playing) What would I want another one for?
Especially one of Davy's.
Got enough trouble with these two-- eat like bloody horses.
It's better I focus my attention and resources on them.
Are those Joan's words, or yours?
So you know Joan?
Course I do.
She's always round this way-- gets things done.
Not like most interferers.
DAVY: Hey, look who it is!
Leave him alone, he ain't your dad.
Closest thing they know.
Why are you telling them you live here?
Where else have I got?
DAVY: I was working on the scrub out back when I saw your car.
Find the truth about Billy?
As far as we know, it's a legitimate adoption.
I'm his father, I never agreed.
DAVY: I'm telling you, Mols, soon as I get a couple of gardening jobs I'll be back on my feet.
Do you know how many times he's said this?
WILL: With some help support.
Oh, from who?
Last night where were you Mr. Connor?
He was here.
So, you didn't kill Joan Beaumont?
♪ ♪ She's dead?
I thought you'd be pleased.
No, no... Yeah, I never liked her but...
I wouldn't wish anything like that.
Lot of people didn't like her.
Think of all those kids she took.
♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (car horn honking) WILL (voiceover): You don't think they were in on it together, do you?
I can't see those two agreeing on anything.
Davy's got a point, though.
There are hundreds of birth certificates.
I mean, this one doesn't even have a name on it.
(sighs) Joan Beaumont certainly kept herself busy.
Hm, I believe it's what you religious types refer to as "a calling."
Will you stop trying to compare me with Joan Beaumont?
It's not just me-- "interferers," it's what Molly said.
I'm not an inter...
I just try to listen and help when I can.
Maybe that's what Joan thought as well.
Were those here yesterday?
Well, it could've been a present from one of the mums or could've bought them herself.
We'll have the vase dusted for fingerprints, but I can't imagine the killer sticking around to arrange flowers.
(clock chiming) I've, uh, got to go.
Hm, go where?
You got the "A"s over there?
No-- no, it starts with "B."
So where are the "A"s?
♪ ♪ (doorbell rings) (closes tin) (door opens) Hello, camper.
Actually, I'm not sure it's a good idea for you to see me here-- after all, we're not on holiday anymore.
Who says I'm here to see you?
(vacuum whirring loudly) Not while I'm hoovering, Leonard!
Apologies, Mrs. Chapman.
(shuts off vacuum) Back to the daily grind.
In fact, I was developing the holiday pictures in the studio and discovered this.
♪ ♪ It's a bit racy.
That's why I thought you ought to see it before anyone else did.
Well, I shall put it away somewhere safe.
Beyond Jack's clutches.
Destroy the negatives.
♪ ♪ Sure I can't tempt you with a walk?
Arm's length apart, of course.
No, I have homework.
(baby crying) I take it this is about Mr. Connor disrupting the baptism?
Actually, it's about Joan Beaumont.
(baby crying) I don't know who you're talking about.
(crying) MARCUS: Maybe you should feed him, Penny.
PENNY: I already have!
Mr. Asper... we've spoken to Joan.
All contact should've been private and confidential.
WILL: She didn't say anything.
But adoption's nothing to be ashamed of, as long as it's in everyone's best interest.
Why should James grow up doubting his parentage?
Marcus, it's all right.
Why should Penny be labeled as barren?
(baby crying) How far would you go to keep that a secret, Mr. Asper?
As far as it takes.
To the full extent of the law.
"Asper & Son Solicitors."
You've got high hopes.
MARCUS: I'm the son.
It's my father's firm, and his father before him.
But yes, with the right schooling and molding, why shouldn't James follow in our footsteps?
He might not want to.
Where were you yesterday evening, Mr. Asper?
Might have taken James out for a walk to relieve Penny at some point, but that's all.
Mind if we have a look around?
Technically, you need a warrant.
Well, seeing as already a solicitor present... (baby crying) He's windy.
Might want to turn him on his tummy.
He has four.
And a much messier house.
Well, I try to contain the march of the little emperor.
♪ ♪ A walk out with the baby you say?
Well, you're gonna have to take a walk out with me to the station and answer some questions about the murder of Joan Beaumont.
♪ ♪ (phone ringing in distance) Uh, look, I-I really have to go, it's important.
More important than questioning a potential killer?
(giggles) What are you doing here?
TAMARA: I went to a little vicarage, and the maid told me you'd be here.
GEORDIE: "The maid"?
Inspector Keating, this is Tamara, my stepsister.
Yes, I can tell by your accent.
For parish hardship.
Or whatever her name is.
The trick with Daddy is to talk about your problems until he pays you to leave.
Um... thank you.
You're my brother.
We might not have shared a bath yet, but I want to get to know you.
Um, I'm sorry, I-I will see you later.
(footsteps retreating) So... where are the ones in uniform?
(sighs) LARRY: Boss.
What's he in for?
Stealing from Joan Beaumont's.
We can press him on the murder.
It's only... One of the neighbors rang, just back from his night shift.
Said he saw someone leaving hers at the time she was killed, a woman.
This one wasn't pregnant.
♪ ♪ Get Asper's wife in.
Molly and Davy as well.
(birds chirping) Nice dog collar.
Is that supposed to intimidate me?
Remind me of your status?
Why are you doing this?
Because people like you deserve to be exposed.
Now where's my money?
I don't have £50.
Then I'll tell the papers what you are.
I'm sure the police will be interested too Bryan, please, I'm begging you.
♪ ♪ LEONARD (voiceover): If you do this...
I'll lose my job, my home.
I'd like to say my family, but my father wants nothing to do with me anyway.
Maybe you understand how that feels?
You know how much the camps pay us out of season?
(exhales) Sod all.
I don't know what's worse-- being broke in the winter, or spending the summer watching happy families, singles jumping in and out of bed with each other while we just have to stand there... smiling.
I'm sorry you feel like that.
But if there's anything else I can do to help...
If you want to talk, regularly.
Admit what you are... and I'll think about changing my mind.
And what am I?
You're a lying little pansy who leads men on, before jumping into bed the minute someone else comes along.
He's not just someone else.
The man you saw me with...
I love him.
I'm sorry if you feel that I rejected you, but that's...
(chuckling): You didn't reject me.
I was testing you-- I could smell it on you, what you are, what you do.
In love with another man-- it's disgusting, it's unnatural.
I'm glad you haven't got the money.
I told you what he is.
What he does.
WILL: He's my friend.
He's a liar!
You have no idea what you're talking about.
You're just a small-minded little bully who thought what?
He was an easy target to make an extra couple of quid?
Well, here's your money.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
♪ ♪ You've got it all, haven't you?
I should've known you lot'd close ranks.
I won't be making that mistake again.
No, you won't.
♪ ♪ I didn't intend to take the file.
I was out with the pram and found myself outside Joan's.
And the door was open as ever, and so I entered, unlawfully I admit, and helped myself.
I didn't see Joan, let alone kill her.
So why take the file in the first place?
I guessed you might look into us after the business with Mr. Connor.
There were things I didn't want anyone knowing, least of all James in future, if they became public.
(crying) It says here you had doubts about the adoption.
I enjoyed working, for the family business.
Only informally, of course, but it allowed me to sit on the board for various schools, charities-- that's how we met Joan.
I felt... relevant.
(crying) James, please!
Give him here.
There you go, shh... there you go.
(crying stops) You're obviously a natural, Inspector.
I'm clearly not.
I know we're supposed to love them, cherish them.
But I'd never seen myself as a mother.
When Marcus and I couldn't conceive, it wasn't a problem for me.
So why change things?
Marcus hated the shame.
Childlessness-- the horror!
And, of course, he wanted an heir.
Someone to carry the Asper name forward.
He and Joan could be very persuasive.
She told me I'd regret it if I lost the chance.
So there I was, shipped off to the country for the duration of my pregnancy.
You must think I'm a monstrous woman, Inspector.
But I didn't kill Joan.
♪ ♪ Bit suspect, isn't it?
Woman, not wanting a baby.
Try looking after one for a week.
Maybe you'll understand.
I wouldn't mind.
I like babies.
Because you are one, Larry.
GEORDIE: So last night you say you were at home together.
What were you doing?
Having a game of whist.
Oh, come on!
We know you weren't with Molly.
So why lie?
I didn't want him getting in any trouble.
A woman's been murdered.
He might be an idiot, but he wouldn't do nothing like that.
He's a good man.
Underneath it all.
She said that?
So... now that Joan's dead... does that mean Billy's adoption can be stopped?
Canceled, or something?
That's not how it works.
GEORDIE (voiceover): But if you weren't with Davy... where were you?
And I told you, I never had a problem with Joan.
She helped me, so why would I kill her?
None of them want babies.
I wouldn't take everything at face value.
You think she's lying?
Nah, I think she's telling herself what she needs to hear.
But if she's lying about that, she could be lying about being the killer.
So could any of them, Larry.
So could any of them.
You know you didn't need to come.
Course I did.
I'm not gonna let you go alone.
And I appreciate that.
But it's not your fight.
(turns off faucet) What do you mean?
(kettle clangs) We're both on the same side.
I used to feel like Bryan.
Not long ago-- bitter, lonely, hating the world, myself.
I'm sorry, I know you were just trying to help.
I owe you £50.
No, don't... (footsteps retreating) (footsteps approaching) MRS. CHAPMAN: There's a girl here to see you.
(footsteps approaching) Thank you, Mrs. C. (exhales) Do you think it's a sin to give up your child?
No, I don't.
But you thought Miss Beaumont was wrong for telling me to do it?
I just felt that she was quick to encourage you in that direction when I'm sure there were plenty of things to consider.
Why would she do that?
I suppose it was her charity and people get used to doing things a certain way.
And I'm sure she thought it was the best thing for the child.
How would she know that?
Did she speak to any of the children that she gave away?
Nicola, I know this must be difficult for you-- Do you?
How do you know?
How do you have any idea what I'm feeling?
♪ ♪ LARRY: The nanny put him down for a nap about an hour before they rang us.
MARCUS: They took him!
The bastards took him!
♪ ♪ MARCUS: Why are we here?
We should be out looking!
GEORDIE: We have a clear suspect, and my men will find him.
Mr. and Mrs. Asper, if there's anything I can do... Find our son!
I'm sure Mr. Connor wouldn't hurt the baby.
(phone ringing) Joan Beaumont's killer's still out there.
How do we know that it isn't him?
(phone ringing) MARCUS: Hey!
I wanna talk to you.
Where's that idiot boyfriend of yours?
He's not my boyfriend, and I'm not his keeper.
You've never cared about that child.
Mr. Asper... What sort of a woman gives away her own baby?!
Marcus, that's enough!
Why, because you feel the same?
I thought you might come around in time but look at you.
You're not even upset!
Why did you even agree to it?
Because I wanted to make you happy.
Because you made me feel like I wasn't enough on my own.
That our marriage wasn't enough.
But it was.
♪ ♪ Mr. Asper?
♪ ♪ I'm sorry.
He's very upset.
WILL: I mean he was wrong, wasn't he?
Of course, you still care about the baby.
Joan said that once you let go, you have to let go for good, or it'll be there forever.
Joan wasn't right about everything.
Oh, so who is?
Then what does it matter?!
I got no room, no money, I keep him and I can't feed the other two-- he's better off with her.
A Mrs. Chapman on the telephone.
♪ ♪ (closes drawer) (unscrews bottle) I mean, it's not unreasonable is it?
To want a child, someone to follow in your footsteps?
Well, if that's what you want, you're better off with a dog.
Mm... three daughters.
Only place they'll follow me is to the shops on payday.
And my little lad, I want him to be a footballer but he takes after his mother, she can't play for toffee.
Don't get me wrong, I love them, but looking back, I don't know how we got through those first few years.
In fact, I don't know how we got through last week.
(smacks lips) Well, I do.
It's because we wanted them.
Both of us.
More than anything.
And then you realize, they're not for us.
We're for them, so they can be whatever they want.
Hopefully better than us.
Isn't that the point?
James will be better off with us.
We can feed him, and clothe him, educate him.
I think he's better off with who loves him the most.
Like we all are.
(distant phone ringing) ♪ ♪ Mr. Connor?
That's close enough.
We both know you're not gonna hurt him.
If I can't have him, why should they?
(cooing) Look, I know how painful this must be for you.
I came here because I needed help.
And I know you must feel justified-- Because you're supposed to do the right thing; I came here because you're supposed to listen!
♪ ♪ I know that taking him was wrong.
But he's my son and I'd do anything for him.
(cooing) I promise you I didn't kill Joan.
But I would've done if it meant getting him back.
♪ ♪ There's got to be a way, hasn't there?
I've never been a father.
And my own dad wasn't much of one either.
I wish my dad cared as much about me as you care about Billy.
(cooing) I suppose there are some things you can't change.
We just have to make the best of them.
I should've taken the pram.
My arms are killing me.
(chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ MOLLY: Look at you.
You're gorgeous... you handsome little thing.
(baby cooing) He looks healthy.
You're doing a great job.
(baby cooing) And so could you, I'm sure.
With the right help.
Financial and otherwise.
Penny here is a trustee of a number of charities.
I'm sure Joan Beaumont's adoption agency needs new leadership, patronage.
♪ ♪ We're gonna to have to prove none of them were involved in Joan Beaumont's death before any of that can happen.
Well, I can't prove it, but I'm sure Davy's innocent.
Same for the Aspers, I reckon.
There was another set of prints found on that vase.
Didn't match any of theirs.
What did you say to Asper to change his mind?
That kids are more trouble than they're worth and he was better off getting shot of it.
(soft chuckle) What did you say to Connor?
That I wish I had a dad like him-- or like you-- but I didn't.
I'd thought you'd made your peace with that.
(sighs) So did I.
But I suppose it casts a bigger shadow than I thought.
Well, that's the past for you.
(soft groan) ♪ ♪ What?
What was Nicola's surname?
I'm looking for the form Nicola filled in when she registered with Joan Beaumont.
The flowers in the vase.
What about them?
They were pink carnations.
Well, legend has it they first appeared on Earth, from the Virgin Mary's tears over Jesus' death.
The flowers are a symbol of a mother's undying love.
The birth certificate with no name from 19 years ago.
And Nicola Hart's registration form.
Same date of birth, 19 years ago.
(knocking on door) (banging on door) GEORDIE: Nicola?!
♪ ♪ (grunting) ♪ ♪ (knocking on door) Nicola?
NICOLA: Just a minute!
♪ ♪ GEORDIE: What's going on, Nicola?
It was the only way I could get her to see me.
I wrote and I wrote but she wouldn't reply.
Your birth certificate.
She kept it?
No name... but the same date of birth as the one you put on the form you filled in.
You were the reason she did what she did.
To help other women in the same situation she'd been in with you.
She was so young.
So why kill her?
You were angry?
No, no... I-I was grateful.
I've got a fantastic life, living here, parents that I love.
They were the ones that told me the truth.
I just wanted to meet her.
♪ ♪ (voiceover): I wanted to hold her.
And maybe have her hold me... Hello... Mum.
It's not you.
(thunder rumbles) (exhales sharply) No... No, you, you're lying.
Someone told you.
It's all right.
You're trying to trick me.
You can't be my daughter.
Can I hold you?
Get away from me!
I just wanna-- (cries out) (loud thud) (thunder rumbles) NICOLA (voiceover): I didn't want to hurt her.
But you put that bump back on again.
I-I didn't know what to do!
You felt responsible, didn't you?
You came back here.
So, you put it on, went back, and called the police.
That's why you put the flowers in a vase, isn't it?
Because you were sorry.
(sniffles) She's my mum.
I never meant to kill her.
♪ ♪ This is for you.
It's a first installment.
Oh, Leonard, come on!
It's my stepfather's money, I'd rather a blackmailer have it.
(door opens) Have you heard anything from Bryan?
(door closes) Good.
(footsteps approaching) MRS. CHAPMAN: Merry morning, campers!
Merry morning, Mrs. C. Merry morning, Mrs. C. I suppose that'll do.
I've made some jam.
Mm, one each.
You're spoiling us.
One between you.
I thought you could give one to Mr. Marlowe.
Does he not like jam?
I can do marmalade.
No, he... loves jam.
♪ ♪ (birds chirping) WILL: Two women came to Solomon, both claiming a baby as their own.
They argued in front of him until Solomon asked for someone for a sword.
"Cut the baby in half!"
"Then each of them shall have a part of him."
One of the women shouted, "Well, go ahead.
Then neither of us shall have a baby."
But the other women said, "Please, I love him very much, but give him to her, just don't kill him."
And Solomon pointed to her and said, "She is the real mother.
Give her the baby."
Now I'm not saying that I'm wiser than Solomon, but I think that one was pretty straightforward compared to this.
What's harder is having the wisdom to admit when you don't know, and the courage to learn.
♪ ♪ (distant phone ringing) (door opens) ♪ ♪ WILL: William James Connor, I baptize you, in the name of the Father... (water trickling, baby cooing) and of the Son... and of the Holy Ghost.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: If you'd like to follow me.
♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ Might I give you one of these?
It is getting lively for a village by-election.
MAN: Is there something rotten in Grantchester?
WOMAN: This wasn't suicide-- it was murder.
OFFICER: This is you, correct?
Tell them the truth.
You tell the truth and he's done for.
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