All language subtitles for Grantchester.04x01.Episode 1.SD.MTB-ORGANiC_en_0_sub_8296504_fps

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.

Sidney! Leave him.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Sidney!

Bloody racists!

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

- They were fireworks.
- They're fireworks.

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!

Go home, Todd.

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

Move!

- Get the body out of here.
- Yes, guv.

- 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.

We'll talk to him, don't worry.

But we do worry, officer.

Why was your son
afraid, Mr Todd?

He wanted you to
cancel the talk.

The reverend's had one a
day since we got here.

The Phineas Society.

"If you speak
today, know that...

"Jephthah's fate
shall be your own."

What happened to Jephthah?

His daughter was killed.

May I have a bowl
of water, please?

You can't touch him.

I bathed him on his first
day in this world.

I shall bathe him on his last.

The Phineas Society?

Who's Phineas?

He killed an Israelite man
and a Midianite woman

to punish them for
intermingling.

Sounds like a barrel of laughs.

- You wrote these letters?
- They're treatises.

Does it salve your
feelings of inadequacy,

spilling out this hate?

Who else is in this
society of yours?

There are many of us.
We are everywhere.

- Names?
- Secret society.

An organisation whose members
are sworn to secrecy.

We've got enough to charge him.

- You're bluffing.
- You made death threats, Gregory.

- They're not death threats, they're...
- Treatises.

He hath made of one blood
all nations of men

to dwell on all the
face of the Earth

and the bounds of their habitation
that they might seek...

I've got officers outside. I'd like
to put another one in the house.

To guard them or
keep an eye on them?

Miss Todd was mentioned
in those letters.

Till we've accounted for all
members of this Phineas Society...

It's decided. Mr Deveaux will
accompany my daughter home.

She leaves tomorrow.

No-one's going anywhere.

Not till this is sorted.

I cannot lose both
my children, sir.

Then you let me put another
one of my men in here.

I'll stay.

I'll stay if you want me to.

Thank you, Reverend.

When we were first married, Henry
would introduce me as his rani.

What does it mean?

Queen.

People assumed it meant "maid",

or worse, "concubine".

They couldn't comprehend

- that we were in love.
- Madiah.

Excuse me.

Geordie, the policeman,

he's a friend of mine.

He's a police officer.

Even so, he's not the
kind to discriminate.

He's a police officer.

He'll blame us soon enough.

I thought it'd be
different here.

I thought it'd be a
little brighter.

A little more hopeful.

Our first night here,

people were so
welcoming, so kind.

We danced.

And we laughed.

At least you know where
you stand in Alabama.

At least you know they hate you.

Come and dance.

What, to this claptrap?

- You're such a square.
- You know where you are with a square.

Es, set the table.

Come on, Daddy.

Come on. Spin her.

Spin her.

Is everybody still breathing?

Oh, thank Christ for that.

- There's someone up here.
- Should I get the officer?

- No.
- In there.

- You know Dotty.
- No.

Oh, yes, you do.
From Haberdashery.

She says to me, there's a
shoplifter doing the rounds.

So I say to Pauline
from Undies...

- I don't know who Pauline is.
- Let's set a trap.

So we put out a tray of tie
pins by Maureen's counter.

- You know Maureen.
- No.

She was loving it.

Since when were my wages
not enough, Cathy?

I'm not having this
conversation again, Geordie.

Hello.

Whose room is this?

Miss Todd's.

We need to get her out of here.

The young lady is in...?

She's in my room.

The vicar and the other chap?

- They're in here.
- So where are you?

I'm in Leonard's room.

- Where the Dickens is Leonard?
- At Daniel's.

It's cos Daniel's away.

Fishing.

So I'll have the
house to myself.

I'll be completely,
completely alone.

Fishing?

- If you please.
- Please make yourselves at home.

- If you like, you can sleep here, Mr Todd.
- Thank you.

Couldn't they stay in
a bed and breakfast?

- It's one night.
- What will people think?

I don't give a damn.

That's abundantly clear.

She hates us...

- your housekeeper.
- She hates everyone.

Once we're gone, she'll
wash the sheets twice.

Not everyone is prejudiced.

With all due respect, you don't
know a damn thing about it.

So tell me.

A white lady once wiped a
bench with her handkerchief

because I'd been sitting there.

I was four years
old at the time.

Sorry.

Were you close, you and Charles?

- I admired him.
- It's not quite the same.

It's hard to be close
in a family like ours.

We don't have affection,

we have a cause.

Maybe you should
cancel the tour.

We should.

But we won't.

We'll keep on going.

But you're grieving.

Grief is undignified.

If there's one time you're
allowed to be undignified,

I'd say that it's now.

You drink too much.

I know.

Maybe you're the one
who needs a cause?

Maybe.

Are you happy?

- Are you?
- Present circumstances aside, you mean?

Sorry.

You apologise too much, too.

Why don't you speak
at the talks?

I support my father.

But you have so much to say.

And you say it so beautifully.

It's just the way things are.

Why don't you change
the way things are?

Why don't you?

Thank you... for your...

hospitality, Mr Chambers.

I'm sorry.

You apologise too much.

Thank you, ma'am.

Morning.

Toast?

Ooh, I think I'll push the boat out,
Mrs C, and have a soft-boiled egg.

You're very chipper.

- I had a wonderful night's sleep.
- At least someone did.

So, how do we feel about a
spoken-word tent... at the fete?

Aren't all words spoken? Isn't
that the very nature of words?

It's poetry, Mrs C.

- Sounds a bit modern.
- If you'll excuse us, ma'am,

we have an engagement to honour.

Are you sure that's wise?

Let me speak to Geordie first.

Always looking to save.

This is what we found out
about your Phineas Society.

All that, "We are
everywhere" cobblers.

It's just you in your
underpants writing letters.

- Treatises.
- Jesus Christ, boy. They're letters.

I never threatened the girl.

So you wrote all the letters bar
the one that threatens Miss Todd?

- Yes.
- You barged into that talk

shouting your mouth off!

- I didn't barge in. I was invited.
- By who?

Professor Barkley.

Why make up a secret society?

Girls like dangerous men.

Son, I'll tell you
this for nothing,

you will never in all your
born days be dangerous.

My advice would be to cancel
any further engagements.

- You're trying to silence them?
- I'm not trying to silence anybody.

I'm almost certain Gregory
Jones isn't the killer.

Almost certain?
That's heartening.

And if he isn't, the
perpetrator's still at large.

If you came here to reassure, you
aren't doing a very good job.

Why did you invite Gregory
Jones to the talk, Professor?

I'm an educator. I educate.

Strikes me you were looking
to liven things up a bit.

Our aim is to raise money and
spirited debate creates interest.

Backfired a bit, didn't it?

You're still in danger, Mr Todd.

Your daughter's still in danger.

We are always in danger, sir.

So you'll understand why I'm asking
you not to continue the tour?

This is censorship. This
man has a right to speak.

It's not censorship, Henry.

It is common sense.

Set-to with God?

God would be easier.

Saw you preach here
a few years back.

- You were fantastic.
- Are you sure it was me?

You told a story about
your Sunday school class.

A little boy who just learned that
Adam formed Eve from his rib.

And that evening he
had a stomach ache

- and he said to his mum...
- "I think I'm having a wife."

Will, I don't think you came here
to talk about Sunday school.

- Don't be so naive.
- I'm not being naive.

- Mr Deveaux...
- You put profit above his safety...

I don't think they've
noticed I've gone.

- Probably not.
- Here's where I'm lost.

If there is no Phineas Society,

who carved a bloody great
cross on the wall, hm?

Gregory Jones was in custody.

The only other people who knew about
those letters were in that house.

The Barkleys. And the Yanks.

Here we go.

- What?
- Violet knew you would do this.

She knew you'd make
them the suspects.

Please tell me you didn't.

Dress it up any way you like,
Geordie, it's prejudice.

You did, didn't you?

You screwed her.

She's grieving, for
Christ's sake.

I know that.

- She's a suspect.
- She's not a suspect.

Of course she is! They all are.

The knife found on Violet's
bed wasn't the murder weapon.

That's a nice change of subject.
Seamless.

You are a bloody idiot.

You're looking for a kitchen
knife about this big.

What are you not
telling me, Sidney?

I was given it.

By whom?

By someone who wishes
to remain anonymous.

You see, I understand how it
works, the whole vicar...

- Chaplain.
- Dog-collar hoopla.

People feel they can
tell you things.

- Of course.
- Secrets.

- Absolutely.
- Confessions.

The most intimate things
you wouldn't believe.

That is where you and I differ.

- No-one tells you anything?
- Not a bastard thing.

- That's a shame.
- It really is.

Who gave you the
knife, Chaplain?

I'm not going to tell you that.

- Is it someone you know?
- I'm not going to tell you that, either.

Did they confess to the
murder of Charles Todd?

I should probably
stop you there.

I'm not going to
tell you anything

at any point about any of it...

sir.

I was told in confidence. It's
not my information to tell.

You understand there's no higher
authority than the police force?

I'd say God's a
little bit higher.

- You think this is a joke?
- Of course I don't.

A man is dead.

And where were the
bloody police?

Doing nothing while those bigots
had the run of the place.

Who gave you the
knife, Chaplain?

- No-one is above the law.
- I don't claim to be.

If I break their trust, what
kind of man does that make me?

Let alone a priest.

He's a stubborn old sod.

So am I.

Unfortunately.

Why does he think you're
a liability, the Dean?

- He says I'm a boat-rocker.
- Are you?

Oh, absolutely.

We have a platform
to say something.

We have a boat.

Why not rock it?

He once called me a "dissenter".

- Are you?
- Absolutely.

There was a time I would
never break a confidence.

Meeting a man of the law
changed that, did it?

Let's just say, Geordie
gave me a new perspective.

The person who came
to me was afraid.

I gave them my word.

There are no laws in our church
about sharing a confession.

It's a moral obligation,
though, surely?

Isn't there a moral obligation
to bring a killer to justice?

It just...

It just feels wrong.

God believes in the
goodness of men,

and although he can
be an arse sometimes,

Geordie is the best of men.

You can trust him.

I promise you that.

He insists the knife was placed into
his pocket by an unknown assailant.

Who?

He fears you'll blame
him for the murder.

I fear you will, too.

Who?

Robert Deveaux.

I know that must have
cost you personally,

and I am grateful, Mr Davenport.

Please...

- call me Will.
- Geordie.

Good to meet you, Will.

And, lo, it came to pass.

Get off me.

- Come on.
- Get off me!

Get off me.

- Hands off. Get off me!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

Get off.

- Calm down.
- Get off me.

You want to hear that I killed
Charles over some slight or other?

A burning anger
born in jealousy?

- He was a brother to me.
- Violet was threatened, too.

Do you consider her your sister?

Your motives are
unmistakable, Reverend.

- This letter...
- What motives are they?

She could never
love a white man.

The one that threatens Miss
Todd, did you write it?

They were sent by that boy.

All but this one.

Read this passage for me,
if you would, Mr Deveaux.

"Your visit here is an affront.

"Whites and coloureds
should not mingle."

"Coloureds" is spelt
without a "U".

The American spelling.

You wrote it.

You put that knife on her bed.

You wanted to scare her.

We had no business here.
We should go home.

- Violet needs to be home.
- With you, you mean?

Why'd you come to
our talk, Reverend?

To dabble with controversy?

To feel a frisson of danger?

Then go home to your quiet life?

Smug that you did your
bit for the Negro?

When y'all done nothing at
all but perpetuate the myth

that we only save
'em from ourselves.

Did you kill Charles Todd?

I did not, sir.

Did you intend to
kill Violet Todd?

Why would I kill the woman
I one day hope to marry?

Is it ostentatious?

- No.
- Yes.

Telephone.

Marvellously so. I love it.

There, you see, Leonard
thinks it's marvellous.

What does he know?

You can take it right back.

- Vicarage.
- Say it is Gregory.

- It's not Gregory.
- He's angry at the world.

He hates coloured people.

Mrs Bennett accusing
me of being flashy?

I like you flashy. The
flashier the better.

Stabbing someone, twisting
the knife, it's vicious.

- And Gregory's not vicious?

- He made up a secret
society to impress girls.

Fair point. Which brings
us back to square one.

Any bugger could have done it.
Damn.

I'm gonna call you back.

Thank you for your sterling
contribution there.

- You are 26.
- So I should think myself grateful?

Robert cares for you.

Did you even think to
ask what I thought?

I have opinions. I have
thoughts and feelings.

Feelings?!

I'm part of this struggle,
at the forefront of change,

and yet they see me as good for
nothing but marriage and babies.

Look pretty, keep quiet.

Like all those butterflies
in their cases.

They'd be hard pushed
to keep you quiet.

Are you saying I talk too much?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

- I'm gonna take that as a compliment.
- I meant it as one.

Violet.

I have done this before.

A few times.

More than a few times

- with more than a few women.
- It's none of my business.

No, it is. I want to
be honest with you.

I just...

don't want you to think
that I took advantage.

Well, maybe I took
advantage of you.

Have you thought about that?

I haven't thought about that.

And, frankly, I'm appalled.

You have to understand
where I come from,

this, us, can never be.

I was a novelty, was I?

They killed that boy in my town
for buying a white girl a soda.

People have died
for less than sex.

People have died for...

For having the audacity to
assume that they're equals.

Exactly.

The party.

The night before
your brother died.

Who did he dance with?

Madhia Barkley.

Why?

Come on, Esme.

I'd rather not, if
it's all the same.

Tuppence, was it?

It's all right. I've got it.

Thank you.

Well, that was humiliating.

It's tuppence, Geordie.

It's not like I pulled
your trousers down

and gave everyone a look
at your family jewels.

Cathy! Language.

Don't be such a prude.

Miss Todd.

Sidney sniff out the
beer tent, did he?

No, he left.

The tour's been cancelled.
It's a travesty.

Freedom to speak isn't a right,
it's a bloody necessity.

How long have you been
married, Professor Barkley?

- Six years. Why?
- Do you trust your wife?

Oh, what an odd question. Yes,
of course I do. Implicitly.

Charles danced with her.

Is that all it took?

I thought we were discussing
freedom of speech.

- It's not about trust, though, is it?
- I'd like you to leave now.

She's your queen. It's
all about possessing.

You are dangerously
close to insulting me.

Did it matter that he was coloured
or is it any man touching your wife?

- I'm calling the police.
- For all your liberality,

for all your open-mindedness,

you couldn't bear to
see it, could you?

I imagine in that brief moment

she enjoyed herself more
than she ever did with you.

Her arms around him,

his hand in the
small of her back.

You couldn't bear it, could you?

Madhia smiling up at him.

Argh.

Argh.

She's my wife.

She's my wife!

Argh!

Get him off.

Sidney?

You've got to stop doing this.

Ah, stop fussing.

Your lip's bleeding,
you daft sod.

Trying to get yourself
killed, is that it?

That's what it feels like.

You speaking didn't
cause your son's death.

It was the jealousy
of a possessive man.

Charles died because
he was a black man

that touched a white man's wife.

This is what we're up against.

It's not your fault, Papa.

Please don't think that.

Did Charles know...

Er...

that I loved him?

Of course he did.

I never... told him.

I never said the words.

He knew.

Of course he knew.

When do you leave?

As soon as we can. Tomorrow.
Hopefully.

I've never seen Papa
like this before.

He'll find the way through it.

He'll find the strength.

I have to go and
give the blessing.

That's fine.

You go.

Come with me.

Have you seen that dreadful hat?

They're laughing at me.
They think I'm showing off.

Sod the lot of 'em. Come on.

Jack!

I'm not saying she married
him for the money, but...

Oh, it wasn't the money
she married me for.

- It was the lovemaking.
- Jack!

And now please welcome one
of our fine local poets.

Spring...

Spring by LE Finch.

- What does the E stand for?
- Ernest.

- "From darkness..."
- Course it does.

"unfurling.

"From moist climes

"springs life.

"Surging forth.

"Pushing.

"Eager.

"Tentative.

"Tumultuous."

- Someone swallowed a thesaurus.
- "Bursting.

"Quivering.

"A new life. A new peace.

"Sated.

"Finally.

"Done."

Someone's had sex.

He's struggling a little
with the subtext.

Is that what he's been
working on all this time?

It doesn't even rhyme.

Poems don't have to
rhyme any more, Mrs C.

And now Mr Chambers
will say the blessing.

You do it.

You speak.

Give them hell.

No-one wants to hear
what I have to say.

No, but they're all too
polite to stop you, so...

All right.

What's she doing?

My name is Violet Todd.

And it may come as
a surprise to you,

but I'm not from
around these parts.

I am from a place

of violence, oppression,

and prejudice.

You may look around you and
think, "Who gives a damn?

"There's none of that here."

But look harder.

There is oppression.

There is prejudice.

There is suffering.

And if one person
suffers, we all do.

If one person
falls, we all fall.

I truly believe

there is a better
time for all of us.

One where we all have
our moment in the sun.

But to get there, we
must stand together.

Side by side,

we must walk together

and leave no-one behind.