Grantchester

Go forth from this world in the love of God

who created you,

in the mercy of Jesus Christ, who redeemed you,

in the power of the Holy Spirit who strengthens you.

May you dwell this day in peace.

We love you.

You can go now.

- And that's it? - That's it.

That's the dream.

You just say a prayer?

For someone who's dying.

Who?

I don't know.

What do you think it means?

Ah, bugger all, most likely.

When I wake up, I... Well, I, have this feeling.

Of what?

Dread.

Oh, that's normal.

I wake up with dread every single day.

That's not normal, Geordie.

Oh, sorry, Vicar.

Uh, welcome to our all-American drive-in.

I'm Betty, your waitress. How can I help y'all?

Flipping hellfire! These things are lethal.

Accent's getting better.

It really does it for me, the accent...

Freddie! Sorry, Vicar.

That'll be ten bob, please, Vicar.

Thank you, Freddie.

It'll be to do with your Ma'am.

- What will? - The dream.

- Uh, Mira. - Mira. Sorry.

- Got a big day coming up. - Nah, it's not that big.

- You must be nervous. - I'm excited.

I am. Now we've met a few times and...

We're getting on really well.

Perfectly, in fact...

I can't wait for her to meet you all.

Alphy Kottaram!

You're a braver man than I.

The most dreadful thing has happened.

He's only gone and died.

Who has?

Bertrand Mills. From the garage.

Bert Mills Motors.

- Bert? - Bertrand Mills.

From the garage.

I have no idea who Bert is...

"We are saddened to announce the passing of Bertrand Mills,

who died today surrounded by family and friends."

His poor wife.

- Such a lovely couple. - I spoke to him yesterday.

He's not dead, Mrs C.

Yes, he is. It says it right here.

- Whaddya know? Bert! - Bert?

Bert, I take it?

Don't believe everything you see, Mrs C.

There he is. The man of the hour.

- Hello, handsome! - Hello, Miriam.

I demand that you kiss me immediately.

Mwah.

I'd demand the same, but I'm not sure my request

would be met with quite the same gusto.

Bravo, Alphy, this is a triumph.

We could be in the Hollywood Hills.

Bar the faint whiff of livestock, hey?

Hey, up, who died?

It's a mistake.

It's quite the mistake.

It's the Echo. They once spelt Cambridge wrong.

I can look into it for you.

Oh, don't bother. It'll be some other chap.

How many other Bertrand Mills do you know?

We're a dime a dozen.

Well, there's only one as far as I'm concerned

and I'm rather keen on him not kicking the bucket.

The offer's there.

Let's not make something of nothing, Inspector.

Where d'you want us to put the car?

Betty? Oh.

Could you show Mr Mills where to park his car, please?

This way y'all.

And I thought my Cadillac was the prettiest thing on wheels.

Bert!

- You are naughty. - Oh, my Lord.

Mrs Mills! Look at that sparkler!

My Freddie better buy me one of them...

Sorry. Sorry, I'm late.

There was a bit of a hoo-haa...

Someone forgot to pay Cece's electric bill.

And then someone forgot to get us reconnected.

And that 'someone' was me.

We gathered.

I have never been in the red in my life.

Yes, you've said that ten times already.

Well, I'm saying it once more for good measure.

Don't think we've met. I'm Geordie.

Oh, very funny.

Like ships in the night, Jack.

- I'm a CeCe's widow. - Bliss, isn't it?

Remind me why we're doing this again?

Because we're sociable.

Since when?

- We are a young. - Debatable...

- Dynamic... - Again...

...fabulous couple about town.

And so are they.

This is going to be hell.

What if we don't have anything in common?

We'll have loads in common.

Cinema.

They're fellas who likes fellas.

You like Geordie. You like Alphy.

Not in the same way, I don't think.

Please behave.

Look who brought the picnic blanket!

Please have fun.

- Look who brought scones! - Aw.

Weather's looking promising.

Forecast is... excellent.

Big day Sunday.

Not that big.

Are you nervous?

I wasn't until everyone started asking...

I'm pulling out all the stops.

Got my hands on a lovely leg of lamb.

She'd be serving a fatted calf if she could.

- Sorry. I'll be back in a sec. - 'Course.

He's nervous.

It's been a bit quiet at the Halfway House.

But we've got a new chap arriving tomorrow.

It's amazing what you've done with that place.

I admire you so much.

Well, I admire you.

You're wonderful, and I'm not even drunk.

Well, I am drunk.

And I think I love you a little bit.

Nice field.

Very... Rural.

Hello, everyone! Hi!

Our motion picture is about to start.

Lady Godiva Rides Again.

A story of glitz, glamour, intrigue...

and a certain Miss Diana Dors.

Now, I must thank Bert and his garage

for the loan of these wonderful cars,

which will definitely not in any way

get scratched or damaged.

Thank you, Bert.

Oi, trousers! I want a word with you.

Now all funds raised are in aid of Mr Finch's halfway house,

which rehabilitates those who have...

...lost their way...

- Are you threatening me? - Bert, please. That's enough.

Ah...

Sorry, talking of losing the way...

Hot dogs! Ooh!

Hot dogs! Yes!

Betty will be round to deliver them safely to you.

Safely-ish.

So sit back, relax and enjoy! Thank you.

What's a hotdog?

You wouldn't like me to do you a little favour would you?

How d'you mean?

Well, Vic gave me a bikini last night,

so I won't be wearing this.

I haven't worn this costume before, that's all.

- Men... - Slave to their loins.

- Hmm? What was that? - Nothing, my dearest.

- What's this? - Hot dog.

With mushrooms and ketchup.

Oh no. No, I don't think so.

It's just a sausage, Sylvia.

It's vulgar.

It's American.

Precisely.

What's wrong with keeping your sausage tucked away

like us British folk do?

I'll let you answer that, Jack.

Hello, handsome.

- Everything alright? - Oh.

That ghastly thing in the paper, it's unnerving, don't you think?

Bert doesn't seem worried.

Bert doesn't do worried.

His emotions run the gamut from stoic to stiff-upper-lipped.

Well, go on then. Off you go.

I'm sure they'll figure it out.

Stop! Bert! Come away.

See? All's well that ends well.

Could I speak to the reception, please?

Go on.

I like board games.

- Board games? - Yeah. Never mind.

Do you play Risk?

Do I play Risk?

Bloody love it.

The Game of Global Domination."

Daniel likes Risk.

- I love it! - I hate it.