Grantchester

This country's gone down the pan. I'll tell you why.

I was quite enjoying the silence, you know.

People used to respect each other. Kids respected adults.

No, they didn't.

Criminals respected coppers. Give me one example.

I blame that fellow, with the pelvis. What's his name?

Elvis. All that thrusting.

His name rhymes with pelvis.

And the grinding! How do you not remember that?

In front of the kids as well.

I miss the old days. Which bit?

The wars? The bombs? The abject misery?

At least you knew your neighbours. The ones that weren't dead.

It's not the same any more.

That's all I'm saying.

That's him, Geordie.

Jim Parsons.

I'm arresting you for theft and grievous bodily...

All right, let's not play silly buggers.

Leave him.

'Long Tall Sally' by Little Richard

Ooh!

What did I say?

Something about a pelvis?

You've got to stop doing this. Are you listening to me?

No more bloody heroics.

Would you open your books to hymn number seven?

Christ Whose Glory Fills The Skies.

Item number five.

A very grave matter. A very grave matter indeed.

Mould in the vestry.

Hymn number 520,

Love Divine All Loves Excelling.

Baking soda, water and a vigorous scrubbing with a sturdy brush.

Vigorous...scrubbing.

I suppose that would work, Mrs Chapman,

if you're not averse to corroding the stonework.

Hymn number 573.

I suggest two parts vinegar,

and three parts water.

Buff robustly

with a soft cloth. Buff...robustly.

I suppose vinegar would be acceptable, Mrs Bennett,

if you weren't adverse to the House of our Lord

reeking like a chip shop.

Item number six, a very serious matter.

A very serious matter indeed.

The church fete.

I suggest we give it a good deal of thought.

I would go further, Mrs Bennett,

and say we give it considerable thought.

Make a note of that, if you would, Leonard.

'I was ready to poke their eyes out with a pencil.'

I was ready to poke my own eyes out with a pencil

just to make it remotely tolerable.

It is part of your job, Sidney. Considerable thought?

It's a fete!

It's exactly the same every year. Well, I rather enjoy it.

You read Dostoevsky for fun.

What's this talk about again?

Religion's role in the civil rights struggle.

Wouldn't you rather go to the pictures?

You're always telling me I lack inspiration.

What could be more inspiring?

The King And I.

I hear Deborah Carr's wonderful.

More men of God. You're crawling out of the woodwork today.

It's the lure of a free buffet. How are you, Professor Barkley?

Good.

For Reverend Todd's organisation. All donations gratefully received.

CLEARS THROAT

We've attracted a pious bunch. It's dull as tombs in there.

Go and lighten things up, would you? We'll do our best.

Darling, drink for these gentlemen.

Yes. Follow me, please.

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

I was saving that penny for an iced bun.

Oh, stop moaning.

Leonard.

Will!

Good to see you. Word of warning.

If they're not wearing a dog collar, they're a theology student.

I just spent the last 20 minutes avoiding eye contact.

Sidney.

This is Will Davenport, chaplain at Corpus.

Ah, how do you do?

I owe you a debt of gratitude.

Really?

Well, the Dean thinks that I'm a liability.

But apparently you were worse, so thank you for sharing the burden.

You're more than welcome.

Ah, that's him. Reverend Nathaniel Todd.

Good morning. Nice to meet you.

Hello.

I'm Violet. Nice to meet you.

Just beautiful.

They are paste, all kinds of paste.

Fish, meat.

Bet you're disappointed you came in here now, huh?

Oh, I didn't come in here for the sandwiches.

You looked like you could do with the company.

I'm fine. You were talking to a painting.

I was...

communing with it.

It's older than my entire country.

Not quite. Give or take a few years.

Try a hundred.

Paste and pedantry.

You Brits have it all.

Would you not even consider, sir...

I think it makes us look like cowards, Mr Deveaux.

With all due respect, sir, who cares how it looks?

Papa, please, just think about it.

I came here to speak and that is what I shall do.

Letty. Yes, Papa.

Don't trust 'em!

Go back to where you came from!

Keep Britain white!

Go home, Todd!

Good afternoon. It's my great privilege

to introduce our guest today,

here on the first leg of a fund-raising tour

from Richmond, Alabama.

An activist, an orator,

and now a friend,

Reverend Nathaniel Todd.

APPLAUSE

Thank you, Henry.

I am no activist.

I'm no orator.

I'm simply a man of God.

Last year,

a negro boy in my town,

14 years of age,

was lynched

by a group of white men.

Why?

Because he had the audacity to buy a white girl a soda.

That night, people came to my church.

They came to pray.

Because when you are persecuted...

..when you are victimised,

when there is no-one else to turn to,

who do you turn to?

God.

Amen.

And the hand of the Lord was with them.

It is God who has brought me here today.

It is God who has brought you here.

We are all God's children.

..shall be to his brethren, and the Lord set a mark upon Cain!

Sit down, sir. You have no right to speak here.

Sit down, Gregory. He has no right to speak!

Sit down. You want the Negro to rule.

Get him out. The Negro will never rule!

Sit down before I make you sit down!

Charles, you leave it now.

Go home, Todd!

Let's go.

BANG Sidney!

Bloody racists!

SHOUTING

We shouldn't have come here. I knew we shouldn't have come here.

They were fireworks. They're fireworks.

BANGING ON DOOR

SHOUTING

BANG

Charles.

Charles?

Let me see, let me see.

Oh, God. Charles!

Help him!

Hold on, son. Stay with us now.

Somebody get help! Look at me. Charles. Hold on.

Charles, look at us now. Stay with us now.

You're gonna be all right. Stay with me.

Look at us now. Hold on.

Find a knife? Not yet, guv. Sorry.

For God's sake, have some bloody respect.

Did you see what happened? I was just trying not to die.

That makes a change.

I lost my shoe.

Guv, the black man won't let us move him.

He's making a right song and dance.

OK, we need to move him now, sir.

Let them see what they did to him.

Let them see!

BANG Go home, Todd.

Go, go, move. We don't want you here.

Move!

Get the body out of here. Yes, guv.

BANG

Get in the van. You're making us look like criminals.

I don't care. Get in. I cannot guarantee your safety.

We feel a lot safer out here

than we ever would in there. Come on.

Why ain't you speaking to that boy? The one shouting his mouth off.

Gregory Jones.

He's a rather opinionated student of mine.

He's a vile bigot. He's a first year who's listened to too much Mosley.