Grantchester

"You shall not wear a mingled stuff, wool and linen together.

"When men fight one another,

"and the wife of one draws near to rescue her husband

"from the hand of him who is beating him

"and seizes him by his private parts,

"you shall cut off her hand.

"You shall not lie with a male as with a woman.

"It is an abomination."

All verses from the Old Testament,

since perfected by Christ's new law of love and forgiveness.

What is the value of outdated rituals and conventions,

of attitudes that condemn more people than they save?

I am imploring you, imploring us...

to perfect our rules in the same way.

And to reaffirm our commitment

to redemption, to compassion, to love.

And be a force for change in the law, the country and ourselves.

I think it's admirable to demand change.

But a shepherd has to be conscious of how fast his flock can move.

Too fast, and some may fall behind.

And too slow, and we'll be left in the dark.

Good morning, Bishop.

Mr Jones.

Mr Davenport, thank you for sending me your speech.

But I'm afraid you won't be speaking today.

Attitudes to sexual morality are not on the agenda this year.

I have a right to speak.

They're taking their seats, Mr Jones.

Bishop.

I'll be making an appointment

to visit your parish in the next day or two.

I'll need to take everything into account, so it would be wise

not to have any more half-naked girls

parading themselves when I visit. That was my sist...

How do you...?

Rules, reputations - that is all they care about.

Well, if they don't wanna change,

then maybe I don't want to be there anyway. Drink?

Have you been listening?

SIGHS It's a job, Will.

And sometimes jobs have rules that you don't agree with.

Trust me, I know.

KNOCKING

There's a call, a woman saying her husband attacked her.

Where?

What, a domestic? Send Larry.

Er, she asked for you specifically.

Nice place.

So was mine, from the outside.

DOORBELL RINGS

DOOR OPENS

ALARM BELL CLANGS

Oh, sorry! I'll be with you in a minute.

CLANGING CONTINUES

Rita Daltrey?

Sorry, sir, I'm just the maid.

Is Mrs Daltrey all right? No, no, no, no!

Dorie, you need to ask me to disable it before you open the door!

CLANGING CONTINUES

Mr Daltrey, poli...

CLANGING CONTINUES

Apologies, gentlemen. I just need to telephone your station.

It's connected directly.

CLANGING CONTINUES Dorie... where's Rita?

Ah, hello. Er, yes, this is Gene Daltrey.

No, false alarm, I'm afraid.

Thank you.

CLANGING CONTINUES Rita.

CLANGING STOPS What's happening here?

Er, she tripped on the stairs. Hit her face on the banister.

Is it bad?

I'm still beautiful, aren't I?

Of course you are!

You're my sunny girl.

You always will be.

DOORBELL RINGS Ah, that'll be the doctor.

Get that, will you, Dorie?

Mrs Daltrey, can you tell us, in your own words,

how you received that injury? FRONT DOOR OPENS

It's as Gene said.

But you told the operator you were being attacked.

Must've been the bump on the head.

And possibly the gin and tonics.

Thank you, Dorie.

Oh, not again!

I'm sorry, Doctor.

So, you're a singer? Yes

The best in clubland. The magic's in the production.

That's where my husband's talents are.

Doctor, do Rita's injuries look consistent with a fall

or something else? Perhaps a strike with a fist?

Oh, now, hang on... DOCTOR: Well, it's a large bruise.

Even contact.

So more likely a banister.

Er, yes.

I'd say so, yes.

Inspector. Er, Vicar.

I understand how this looks, and I appreciate your concern.

But please be assured...

it was an accident.

Take these.

And rest.

We can't just leave her in there. Just give it a sec.

Inspector!

Your hat.

What really happened?

I didn't see nothing, sir.

Madam asked me to give you this.

What is it?

It's Johnny's business card.

Thanks for ringing.

This is exactly why I told her to ask for you.

How long's it been going on for?

HE SIGHS

Will, listen, I appreciate your interest.

But Rita's a client,

so I think it's better if I speak to Geordie in private.

I know situations like this. Oh, don't worry.

We'll nail the bastard.

WILL SIGHS

DOOR CLOSES

I wish I could share your optimism.

I've been trying to nail Gene Daltrey for years.

There's not much I can do, Johnny, if Rita won't talk.

I've been looking after her since she was singing in pubs.

Beautiful voice.

But if she used it to speak out against him, what would he get?

A slap on the wrist, at best.

So...? So...

..she wants to get away, she wants to leave him.

But she's scared.

He's got this alarm. Yeah, we heard it.

Well, it's got nothing to do with burglars.

It's all about keeping her in.

It's on a timer, connected directly to here. And if you could...

If you could find out what time it goes on and off,

I could help her escape. What?

He's got her trapped.

Drunk, drugged up, until he needs another record.

Why can't she give you the timings herself?

Because she doesn't know them.

He changes them, and then he won't tell her.

At least, when we were prisoners, we had each other.

Geordie.

Johnny.

Afang soup?

It's full of vitamins. Or mutton pie? Full of gravy.

I'm not hungry, thanks.

What's this about you being thrown out of the conference?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

Told you not to use that line about private parts.

I think it has less to do with my speech

than someone telling the Bishop about Tamara being here.

Well, it wasn't me.

He's coming here in the next few days.

He wants me to reconsider my position.

It wasn't my intention to get anyone in trouble.

Of course not.

Judas Iscariot!

GROANS

Morning.

Let's arrest Rita Daltrey. The rules are ridiculous,

so we may as well make them work for us.

Arrest her for what?

Er, making a false complaint. At least then we can get her alone.

I think we can move on from that case, Will.

SHARP KNOCKING

There's a call from the same house as yesterday.

The maid's hysterical.

ALARM BELL CLANGS

CLANGING CONTINUES

Someone broke in last night.

They shot Mr Gene.

RITA SOBS INCONSOLABLY

I woke up.

I came downstairs and...

found sir like this.

I woke madam, and then telephoned Dr Harvey.

I thought... maybe he could be saved.

Sadly not. He's been dead for a few hours now.

But you didn't hear the gunshot?

No, sir.

They could've used a silencer.

Mrs Daltrey...

Rita...

I never really woke up from the pills Harvey gave me last night.

You didn't hear the alarm either?

That started when I arrived.

So the intruder must've got in

before the alarm was put on last night.

What time did you go to bed, Dorie?

Early. Around nine.

So between nine and when the alarm was put on,

which we can get from the station. Right, boss?

Er, right.

If there was an intruder.

Of course there was.

It's a robbery, weren't it? Daltrey's walked in on them.

Well, that's what it looks like.

What are you getting at, Vicar?