Grantchester

Thou shalt not steal, Jessica.

Do you know what a sin is? It's when you've been naughty.

You've been very naughty indeed.

Please don't tell my dad.

Wonderful thing about sins,

God is always happy to forgive them.

I hardly think the Church of England's going to collapse

with the lack of a threepenny bit.

That threepenny bit is not the point.

Isn't there something to be said about teaching forgiveness?

How about teaching them not to sin in the first place?

I don't think you're upset about the money.

I'm very upset about the money.

You said it wasn't the point.

If you want to talk to Mrs C, do it. I'm sure she'd love to see you.

It's shameful of you, frankly. This has nothing to do with Mrs C

and everything to do with your lackadaisical approach.

It's your duty to set the tone

and I don't believe you're doing that.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son

and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning

is now and ever shall be.

World without end.

Amen.

Leonard misses you. We both do.

Do you know why I left?

I have an idea.

I pray for him.

Every day, I pray for his soul.

But when I see how far he's been led astray...

I picture him at the gates of heaven.

The angels turn him away.

- It breaks my heart. - If Leonard gets turned away,

then what hope do any of us have of getting in?

Heaven must be empty.

Mrs Bennett's coming over this evening.

Urgent parochial business, apparently.

She's become monstrous in your absence.

How monstrous?

She vetoed buying new hymn books.

She did not!

She doesn't have your rigour, Mrs C. That's the problem.

I am quite rigorous, aren't I?

The most rigorous woman I've ever met.

No new hymn books?

What the dickens?

- Sandwiches? - Check.

- Flask? - Check.

- Fumble in the back seat? - Oh, give over!

I don't know, Cathy.

Canoodling in public, surely an arrestable offence, officer.

Mr Hobbs, how are you?

- Keeping busy. - She behaving herself?

Oh, I keep her in line,

- don't worry about that. - Bye.

She's the best thing to happen to this place in years.

I don't know what I'd do without her.

You're entering into this union with your eyes open, I'm sure.

The challenge will be to bring out the best in one another.

I can see you do that already.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me.

Vicarage.

- Hello? - He's done it again, Will.

- Will? - Yes.

I'm reporting it this time.

I mean it. Please come home.

- What the hell's all this? - They've been arrested, gov.

I gathered that much, Larry. Arrested for what?

Larking about the pictures, throwing straws and that.

Bloody hurts when one hits you, I tell you that for nothing.

Throwing straws?

Loitering, breach of the peace and assaulting a police officer.

Nearly had his eye out.

Yeah, kids are idiots.

Idiocy, it's a stock-in-trade.

Dirty mags away.

God's in the house.

Will you keep it down?

I wouldn't normally do this.

- That's all right. - I know how busy you are.

- It's fine. - Last thing I want to do is disturb you.

Will, it's...

My father has...

He's got himself in some trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Couldn't spare a few hours, could you?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Slow down.

Perhaps we should wait for Mr Davenport.

He's tied up, I'm afraid,

with matters of importance.

Is it true he's a communist?

Thou shalt not raise a false report, Mrs Bennett.

Item number one. The re-emergence of mould in the vestry.

- Did we try vinegar? - We've tried everything.

These trials are sent to test us

and in them, we shall find God's glory.

I'm not sure how much glory there is in mildew.

Oh.

Hello.

Do come in.

We were discussing mildew.

That isn't resolved?

Sadly, it blights us still.

May I?

Thank you.

We kept your hook empty.

You know what they say. Wherever you hang your hat,

that's home.

Or your coat, in this particular instance.

It's not been the same without you.

Mr Davenport said things are falling apart.

It's a lot less tidy, that's for certain.

He said you couldn't arrange a you-know-what in a you-know-what.

Is that right?

He said you lack rigour.

I'm managing very well, thank you.

Single-handedly,

some might say.

He seemed to think otherwise.

- Shall we go through? - Actually, I don't think we will.

I'm sure you don't want to keep us any longer than you have to.

I see.

Very well.

You all right?

Fine.

Will, you made it. Thank you.

How is he?

He'll be all the better for seeing you.

- This is my friend I told you about. - Geordie. Pleased to meet you.

Are you sure you want to report it?

If I do, you'll understand, won't you?

Of course.

Of course I will.

I probably should have done it a long time ago.

You didn't come all this way for me, did you?

I know how you adore a fuss.

You get taller every time I see you.

Or maybe you get smaller. Did you ever think about that?

Old age.

- Happens to the best of us. - You'll outlive us all.

What happened?

He just went,

out of the blue.

He snapped.

Who did?

Mr Davenport, I can't help you if you won't talk.

Eli isn't my father.

My father's the one who did this to him.

Christ on a bike!

Will Davenport, man of the people.

I never told you where I was from.

You just assumed.

You let me assume, which is an entirely different thing.

Flipping heck!

Oh, you have a gong.

What's a gong got to do with anything?

- How many bedrooms in all this? - I don't know.

You are so rich!

William, darling!

- Bloody hell! - It's a cast. It has to be.

A vicar!

You kept that quiet, Thomas.

Isn't this a wonderful surprise?

Rather depends on why he's here.

I've seen Eli. I've seen what you did to him.

Ah. The cordial visit explained.

- He's an old man, Dad. He's frail. - Who's your friend?

Inspector Keating, sir.

And I thought this evening was going to be dull.

Eli wants to report it.

He does or you do?

Maybe we could go into another room and have a chat.

- Do you like veal, Inspector? - Never had it.

Mrs Roper, set two more places. Have a seat.

Perhaps you'd like to say grace, William.

For Christ's sake, don't encourage him.

If we could start at the beginning, sir.

Not even the decency to wait till dessert?

I caught Roper stealing.

I punished him.

You have my statement

in full.

You're wrong. Eli wouldn't steal.

- Ask William how much he earns. - How much?

Do we have to talk about money? It's so vulgar.

£10 a week.

- £10? - What can I say?

He's a constant disappointment.

Mr Davenport, if you wouldn't mind telling us exactly what was stolen.

Do you really believe in all that? Father, Son, Holy Ghost?

- Course he believes. - He used to be such a riot.

Girls, drink, tearing around on that bike of his.

William, do you remember Biarritz?

What was her name? Celine, was it? Serene?

Oh, 16 years old and fell in love with a whore.

How do you know it was Eli?

Oh, change the subject. I've touched a nerve.

Where's your evidence, Mr Davenport?