Grantchester

Did I mention we had one of our regular offenders in today?

You know, he likes to take his frustrations out on his kids.

Oh, this sounds cheery.

I sent him home with a slap on the wrist.

Meanwhile, there's Leonard rotting in that place.

You're supposed to be taking my mind off things.

Have you been to see him yet?

I can't. Not until I can bring him some good news.

I've written to everyone I can think of asking for clemency.

I mean, someone has to listen.

Another game?

I'll trounce you for a third time,

if that'll take your mind off things.

Hi, I'm Rachel.

From the student CND.

Oh, God, not you lot.

Might I tell you a bit about our campaign?

It's to end nuclear weapons. Absolutely not.

Absolutely.

Did you know that, if there was another war,

nuclear bombs would reduce the entire planet to ruins?

Or you could say nuclear bombs ended the last war,

which would've reduced the entire planet to ruins.

Well, it's no excuse to do it again.

I don't know why anyone would be against it.

World peace is a pretty good reason.

Is this your dad? Give over.

I, er, take after my mum.

You must have got the looks from her, then.

All right, cheeky.

You know, it'll be the next generation that suffers

if we make the same mistakes that yours did.

You know, after Hiroshima, most ended up with cancer.

How old were you in 1945? Eight.

Ah... Read it.

Yep, leaflets, that'll do it.

You won't change his mind. Sorry.

Newcastle fan, eh? Magpie till I die.

A good war. That's what the youth of today need.

What? Nothing...

Dad.

We couldn't get another drink, could we?

Hm? What, you don't want to go home?

Oh, it's just so quiet. Even the dog's depressed.

The dog is not depressed. No, he is!

Dogs do not get depressed, Will. No, no, you haven't seen him.

He's inconsolable.

Christ on a bike!

How the hell did they do that?

Well, it's one step up from leafletting.

Oi, watch it.

Hey.

Oh, looks like they're not done yet.

Someone should call the police. Well...

technically, they're already here.

I thought we were going for another drink.

Come on.

Uptight pinkoes.

I'll get uniform to deal with it.

All right, police. Move back. I said, move back!

Students...

always got a bee in their bonnet about something.

First, it was the Marxists. Then, the Leninists.

Now, it's this lot.

And who's gonna have to get up there and clean that paint off, hm?

Muggins here, that's who. Er, this is Mr Allison.

The college porter.

I saw them moving about on the roof.

I went up to give them what for. They ran.

I was at the top of the stairs when she fell.

And you saw her fall? Well, I heard a scream.

I looked over and there she was. Right before you fellas turned up.

How many others were up on the roof?

Maybe two or three.

Any one you might recognise?

Well, this is a ladies' college, but it could've been boys.

Hard to tell the difference these days.

When was it ladies took to wearing trousers?

And what's wrong with a nice frock?

Another war, Inspector, that'd sort this lot out.

Thank you, Mr Allison.

If I'd known... Don't think like that.

.. I could've stopped her. Rory!

It's not your fault.

Detective Inspector Keating. This is Reverend Davenport.

Were you all friends with Miss Bromilow?

Rory St Clair.

Her boyfriend. Was her boyfriend.

Our sincere condolences.

What happened here last night, were any of you there when she fell?

I lead the Debating Society. I was at a meeting.

Did you know what she'd planned?

Do you think I'd let her do it if I'd known?

Well, anything else you can tell us?

Anyone who might have helped her, perhaps?

Who might have witnessed the accident?

So, she managed to paint that

and stumble to her death all on her own, did she?

Thank you very much. You've been most forthcoming (!)

We can't let this be how we remember Rachel.

She died for what she believed in.

She didn't just talk about peace. She lived and breathed it.

If we're to honour her memory, so must we. It starts with us!

Well, if it starts with them, God help us!

Where are you going? To speak to her roommate.

Their address is on the leaflet.

Petra Newman? Nuemann!

Nuemann.

Er, do you have a minute? No.

It's in relation to the death of your roommate.

Were you there on the roof with her?

I won't deny it.

May I...?

Did you see what happened? No.

We'd finished painting when the porter found us.

So, we split off in different directions.

Who's "we"?

Rachel and I.

No-one else?

You know I can't say.

Can't or won't?

I don't want to get anyone in trouble.

"With regard to your application,

"we have the pleasure of offering you the position

"in our International Trade Department."

What, Rachel was offered a job with the Home Office?

Rachel was the most brilliant of all of us.

You were good friends?

It's important our message isn't lost amidst the noise.

I have to make her sacrifice worthwhile.

Will that be all?

'A German fighting for peace.'

There's an irony. I think it's inspiring.

Of course you do.

What do you mean, "Of course you do"?

You're an idealist, Will.

Only you could make that sound like a failing.

Messages for you, Inspector.

Am I gonna want to hear them? I doubt it.

The Head Of College called.

He's had complaints about an officer harassing grieving students.

Harassing? Hardly!

The University Vice Chancellor, the same message.

And Johnny Richards called again. He's hoping to hear from you.

The postmortem results for the Bromilow girl are on your desk.

The second to last page might be of interest.

What's wrong with being an idealist?

It gets you nowhere. Marching for peace...

..it's about as useful as praying for it.

It's called hope, Geordie. You remember hope, don't you?

"Numerous broken bones, internal bleeding, fractured skull.

"Probably died on impact."

Probably?

Second to last page.

There's a puncture wound in her back.

What, a knife? No, it's something smaller.

But whatever it was, it pierced her heart.

Even without the fall,

she would have bled to death in seconds.

So, she was stabbed before she fell.

Or after she was pushed. Either way...

..it was murder.

There is no testimony without test.

And as the Bible says, we should glory in tribulations...

..for tribulation worketh patience.

And patience, experience.

And...

And, er... And...

..hope maketh not ashamed.

So, how should we respond when tested to our limits?

We turn to God...

and trust in Jesus, who suffered for us.

And like him, do not grow weary in doing good.

See you soon. Thank you.

Interesting sermon.

Rather whimsical. Rather fitting, I thought.

If I'd known you'd be checking up on me... Not at all.

I came to introduce you to your new curate.

Mr Henry Jones.

"Whither thou goest, I will go.

"And where thou lodgest, I will lodge.

"Your people shall be my people."

It sounded slightly less sinister in my head.

Er, the Bishop's told me a great deal about you.

I see. And, er, did it not strike you as unusual

to be interviewed by the Bishop rather than the Vicar?

Is this how you intend things to be done from now on?

This should be my decision.

I've been following Henry's progress for some time.

He's wholesome, upright...

engaged to be married.

The ideal candidate at a time such as this.

I don't doubt that.

But I really get no say in the matter?

You must be the Chapmans. I see you've met Mr Jones.

My room's down the hall. And, er...

this is yours.

Fantastic, thank you.

Who's this handsome fella? Eh?

Hello.