Grantchester (TV Series)

Episode #7.3 (2022)

Al Weaver: Leonard Finch

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Quotes 

• Mrs. Chapman : I didn't used to be like this, you know.

  Leonard Finch : Like what?

  Mrs. Chapman : A prude. I used to be *wild*.

  Leonard Finch : Did you? Marvellous.

  Mrs. Chapman : I told God I'd change. Told Him I'd be good from now on. Look where that's got me. It's a punishment form God, isn't it, the cancer?

  Leonard Finch : God loves you.

  Mrs. Chapman : How could He love a murderer?

  [Leonard comes to sit beside Mrs C] 

  Leonard Finch : You know you can tell me anything. I'd be the last person to judge.

  Mrs. Chapman : [tearfully]  I wasn't even fifteen. The boy was a bit older. Said he loved me. And I loved him. I was so young. Couldn't have had a child, could I? There was a woman in the next village, told my mum she'd sort it out. Said I'd still be able to have babies after. I prayed to God. I told him if he let me live, I'd be good. And I was - ever so good the rest of my life. But it wasn't enough, was it?

  Leonard Finch : You were a child, Mrs C. You were in a terrible predicament. God doesn't judge that.

  Mrs. Chapman : I never did have a baby of my own. Never one that He let me keep. He's forsaken me, Leonard.

  Leonard Finch : God tests us, but it's not punishment. You cancer is *not* a punishment. He'll come back to you when you need Him the most. All that happens to us - these trials - God's leading us to where we're meant to be. If you'd had children, maybe you wouldn't be here with me. And if I hadn't gone to prison, who knows where that particular bump in the road will lead.

  Leonard Finch : [embracing her]  Oh I do love, you Mrs C.

• [Mrs Chapman and Leonard are having lunch in an expensive restaurant. Mrs C has already ordered two bottles of champagne] 

  Mrs. Chapman : Waiter! We'll have another bottle.

  Waiter : I think you've had enough.

  Mrs. Chapman : You think I'm common, don't you?

  Waiter : I think you're drunk.

  Mrs. Chapman : Snobby bastard, aren't you?

  Mrs. Chapman : [looking at the other diners]  You all are, aren't you? Looking down your nose at me. D'you know what I say to that? Up your bum! Up... your... bum!

  [she storms out of the restaurant] 

  Leonard Finch : Also, your lamb was slightly overcooked.