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CLAPS OF THUNDER | 0:00:06 | 0:00:07 | |
Branwen! | 0:00:10 | 0:00:12 | |
I condemn thee for exercising wicked arts in pact with the Devil | 0:00:12 | 0:00:17 | |
-by means of incantations and magic... -No! | 0:00:17 | 0:00:20 | |
..of bringing death by Satanic abominations upon the newborn | 0:00:21 | 0:00:25 | |
-of thy neighbour. -Lies! They bear grudge against me! | 0:00:25 | 0:00:28 | |
The sentence for thy foul maleficium... | 0:00:28 | 0:00:31 | |
..death fire! | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
-No! I'm innocent! Mercy, my Lord! I beg you mercy! -Take her. | 0:00:34 | 0:00:40 | |
No! My Lord, I beg mercy! No! No! | 0:00:40 | 0:00:46 | |
CLAPS OF THUNDER | 0:00:47 | 0:00:50 | |
HOWL OF WIND | 0:00:50 | 0:00:52 | |
Udolf of Pryde, I curse thee | 0:00:52 | 0:00:54 | |
and the male of thy line, that they be for ever tainted with insanity! | 0:00:54 | 0:00:59 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:01:00 | 0:01:04 | |
"Having delivered her prophecy, | 0:01:32 | 0:01:34 | |
"was hauled to an agonising death by fiery torment, | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
"rendering the male line of the Prydes for ever accursed." | 0:01:37 | 0:01:42 | |
-Riveting. -Bravo. -Extraordinary use of language. -Chapter two... | 0:01:43 | 0:01:49 | |
Parish business presses, but I'm looking forward to buying a copy | 0:01:49 | 0:01:52 | |
-this afternoon at the Grand Opening. -Oh, thank you! | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
And I'll show Miss Diggle to the office | 0:01:55 | 0:01:57 | |
so she can get on with her research. | 0:01:57 | 0:01:59 | |
Thank you so much! So pleased you like it! | 0:01:59 | 0:02:02 | |
-The servants' and tradesmen's entrance is at the back. -I'm neither, | 0:02:19 | 0:02:23 | |
-and worthy as the next man to stand here. -The front is for guests, | 0:02:23 | 0:02:27 | |
-and you are uninvited. -I explained my position. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
I must act in the best interests of the estate. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:35 | |
These men are your estate! | 0:02:35 | 0:02:37 | |
We open to the public this afternoon, if you hadn't noticed. | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
So those you pay meagre wages to can hand them | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
back to snoop round your house? | 0:02:42 | 0:02:44 | |
-Can I help you? -You can't even help yourselves! | 0:02:44 | 0:02:48 | |
I'm warning you, Pryde, | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
if you go through with this sale, I swear you'll pay! | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
Come on. | 0:02:57 | 0:02:58 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 0:03:07 | 0:03:08 | |
Father Brown, how simply miraculous! I was just on my way to see you. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:12 | |
How simply miraculous. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
Hop in! | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
I'm sorry to disturb, Miss Diggle. I wondered | 0:03:30 | 0:03:33 | |
-if you might like a cup of tea. -No, thank you. | 0:03:33 | 0:03:35 | |
-A sporty little number! -An engagement present. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:53 | |
I'm betrothed to the Marquis of Bingley. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
I was just on my way to discuss banns and other such guff. | 0:03:55 | 0:03:58 | |
Mrs McCarthy's posted the announcement on the parish | 0:03:58 | 0:04:00 | |
-notice board. I hope you'll be very happy. -Yes, of course I will. | 0:04:00 | 0:04:05 | |
Bingo's a sweetheart and frightfully generous. What do you think, Father? | 0:04:05 | 0:04:11 | |
-I think perhaps you should keep your eyes on the road! -Oh, yes! | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
-Do you think I'll make a good duchess? -Do you want to be? | 0:04:15 | 0:04:18 | |
We're not in Catechism class now! | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
Can't you just tell me the answer instead of making me work it out? | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
It's all so exhausting! | 0:04:23 | 0:04:24 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 0:04:25 | 0:04:26 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:04:28 | 0:04:30 | |
I think, if your heart's in it, you'll make a very good duchess. | 0:04:30 | 0:04:33 | |
If the great unwashed descending in droves to gawp was not bad enough, | 0:04:35 | 0:04:40 | |
now we have the tenants rebelling on the doorstep! | 0:04:40 | 0:04:45 | |
They want me to cancel the land sale | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
while they raise mortgages to buy their farms. | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
I told them it's too little, too late. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
We complete at the end of the month. | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
Your daughter has just landed the catch of the century, | 0:04:54 | 0:04:59 | |
and you'd announce our penury from the battlements | 0:04:59 | 0:05:02 | |
before the ring's on her finger? | 0:05:02 | 0:05:04 | |
Our poverty is hardly a secret. | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
The assumption is that they're marrying into the landed gentry. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:15 | |
There is no such thing as a gentleman without land! | 0:05:15 | 0:05:19 | |
The bank has given me a deadline. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:21 | |
Either the sale goes through or they foreclose on the castle. | 0:05:21 | 0:05:25 | |
Hobson's choice. Lose our land or would you prefer to lose your home? | 0:05:25 | 0:05:30 | |
This would never have happened on your father's watch. | 0:05:30 | 0:05:33 | |
Man up, St John! Think of something! | 0:05:34 | 0:05:38 | |
But you ruin that girl's marriage over my dead body! | 0:05:41 | 0:05:46 | |
-So you've heard my news? -It's the talk of the county. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:55 | |
One minute, you're the donkey in the Nativity, | 0:05:55 | 0:05:58 | |
and the next, our very own duchess-to-be! | 0:05:58 | 0:06:02 | |
I expect Bishop Talbot will be officiating? | 0:06:02 | 0:06:05 | |
Oh, no! He's got wet hands and a face like a fish. | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
Father Brown's doing the honours. | 0:06:08 | 0:06:10 | |
And I'm counting on you to make the wedding cake. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:13 | |
-Surely not! Such an honour! -Finest cook in the county. WI champion. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:19 | |
Your strawberry scones are simply legendary! | 0:06:19 | 0:06:22 | |
And everybody knows Daddy's stony and you're a jolly sight cheaper. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:25 | |
But I meant what I said about your patisserie skills. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:27 | |
And it'll quite probably be in the Tatler. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:29 | |
"Cake created by Mrs McCarthy of Kembleford." And quite | 0:06:29 | 0:06:32 | |
probably a photo, too. What do you say, Mrs Mac? | 0:06:32 | 0:06:36 | |
"Cake created by Mrs McCarthy of Kembleford"? | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
Mm. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
Oh, is that the time? Must dash. But I'll see you at the Opening. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:44 | |
Do pop in for a sherry beforehand. | 0:06:44 | 0:06:46 | |
Oh! | 0:06:51 | 0:06:52 | |
Come on! | 0:06:57 | 0:06:59 | |
Demonstration's starting! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
Hold that position. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
That's fine there. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:05 | |
That's great. Thank you. Got it. | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
It'll rot your brains. | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
Well, if it isn't the saviour of the family fortune! | 0:07:12 | 0:07:15 | |
Nice try, Cousin, but I'm not asking Bingo to pour money into this | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
place just so you can inherit it. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
Your offspring will be of the highest nobility in the land. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
Surely Bingo won't expect them | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
to visit their grandfather in a cottage? | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
-For goodness' sake, Jago! Are you trying to blow us all up? -It's a dud. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:31 | |
-I swapped it with a boy at school. -Audrey? | 0:07:31 | 0:07:34 | |
Audrey? | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
Where is the wretched woman? | 0:07:38 | 0:07:40 | |
Rehearsing her guided tour for the hundredth time, | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
but you haven't seen the best bit. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:45 | |
-What on earth are you wearing? -I'm Lady Matilda Pryde, | 0:07:47 | 0:07:51 | |
wife of the fourth Baron and my direct ancestor. | 0:07:51 | 0:07:56 | |
-She thought it would "lend colour to her guided tour". -You may have | 0:07:56 | 0:08:00 | |
been descended from us in the dawn of time, but now you're an employee. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:05 | |
You're paid not to guide tours nor to write pamphlets | 0:08:05 | 0:08:09 | |
but to act as my companion! | 0:08:09 | 0:08:11 | |
-Diggles is in the doghouse again! -You arrogant boy! | 0:08:11 | 0:08:14 | |
You think you're better than me. You all do, | 0:08:14 | 0:08:16 | |
when I know for a fact that none of you has anything to be | 0:08:16 | 0:08:20 | |
-superior about. -What on earth are you wittering about? | 0:08:20 | 0:08:24 | |
I'm saying - and prepare yourself for a shock - | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
because you aren't who you think you are! | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
DANBY COUGHS | 0:08:31 | 0:08:32 | |
Father Brown and Mrs McCarthy. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
Miss Diggle. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:36 | |
May I say how much I enjoyed the excerpts from your guide? | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
And to be left with such a cliffhanger! | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
-Do we ever find out what the curse of the Prydes was? -No-one knows. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:46 | |
It's just a legend. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
Hello, all. Isn't this exciting? | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
Knights, are you ready? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
Draw swords! | 0:08:54 | 0:08:55 | |
..England and St George... | 0:08:56 | 0:08:58 | |
The outer bailey was rebuilt in the 13th century by the third | 0:09:00 | 0:09:04 | |
Baron, Udolf, who was condemned | 0:09:04 | 0:09:07 | |
and delivered sentence on Branwen, the witch, who was rushed through | 0:09:07 | 0:09:12 | |
those gates to a pyre prepared for her outside the castle walls. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:17 | |
As she was hauled to her execution site, her son, | 0:09:20 | 0:09:24 | |
an archer in Udolf's army, let fly an arrow from the battlements | 0:09:24 | 0:09:29 | |
and shot his mother in the heart in a final, merciful act of love! | 0:09:29 | 0:09:35 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
POLITE APPLAUSE | 0:09:40 | 0:09:41 | |
Where did that come from? And how on earth did she do that? | 0:09:41 | 0:09:44 | |
Gosh! | 0:09:48 | 0:09:50 | |
Has she been shot? | 0:09:50 | 0:09:51 | |
Hello? | 0:09:54 | 0:09:55 | |
Oh, dear! | 0:09:55 | 0:09:56 | |
SCREAMING | 0:09:56 | 0:09:59 | |
TYRES SCREECH | 0:10:16 | 0:10:17 | |
Cordon off the scene and gather the family. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:24 | |
The victim was shot with an arrow fired from a longbow. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
Can't be many of those around these days, though. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
As long as we find the weapon, should be easy to identify. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:33 | |
Oh, boy! | 0:10:36 | 0:10:37 | |
My mother, Lady Pryde, daughter, Bunty, and my nephew and ward, Jago. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:49 | |
-My condolences on the death of your cousin. -Extremely removed. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:55 | |
What else can you tell me about her? | 0:10:56 | 0:10:58 | |
-Well, she was a frightful old busybody. -Enough, Bunty! | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
-That's no way to speak of the dead. -It's true, though. | 0:11:02 | 0:11:06 | |
And, as this is a murder investigation, | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
I imagine no detail is too insignificant for the police. | 0:11:08 | 0:11:11 | |
Quite. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
In that case, | 0:11:13 | 0:11:14 | |
she was an immensely irritating woman, who I wanted to throttle, | 0:11:14 | 0:11:18 | |
but I draw the line at shooting her through with an arrow. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
Do any of you know how to fire a longbow? | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
-Naturally! -Pryde's a feudal estate, Inspector. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
Most people round here can trace their ancestors back to | 0:11:28 | 0:11:31 | |
Agincourt and beyond. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:32 | |
-Can I ask where you all were at the time of the murder? -I went to bed. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:37 | |
-And I was in the nursery, listening to music on the wireless. -Me, too. | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
-And you are? -Arthur Danby, Sir. I was in the butler's pantry. | 0:11:44 | 0:11:49 | |
Did anyone see you? | 0:11:49 | 0:11:50 | |
-I can't say. But I saw no-one. -I was ten yards in front of Audrey, | 0:11:52 | 0:11:58 | |
which presumably puts me in the clear. | 0:11:58 | 0:12:00 | |
-I see. -I don't. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:03 | |
Diggles was a walking, talking target. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:08 | |
Either the murderer was an extremely good shot | 0:12:08 | 0:12:11 | |
or else a rather poor one. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:13 | |
Are you suggesting Miss Diggle wasn't the intended victim? | 0:12:13 | 0:12:16 | |
A minor fracas this morning. Estate business. | 0:12:19 | 0:12:23 | |
-Go on. -My uncle was a few feet away from Audrey. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:28 | |
All I'm saying is maybe the archer missed his mark. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
HE PRETENDS TO FIRE ARROW | 0:12:32 | 0:12:33 | |
I say! Can you open that gate, please? | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
Open your own gate. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:48 | |
-How dare you talk to me like that! -I'll talk to you any way I please. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
-Who the hell do you think you are? -This is my land. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
Not for much longer. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:57 | |
Impudent peasant! | 0:13:04 | 0:13:05 | |
SHE GIGGLES | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
Stop it! | 0:13:13 | 0:13:15 | |
I want the names of all the tenants demonstrating this morning, | 0:13:15 | 0:13:17 | |
in particular, the name of the ringleader. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
And get that photographer to hand in his films and get them to the lab immediately. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:23 | |
Good luck with the investigation, Inspector. | 0:13:23 | 0:13:26 | |
Thank you, Father. | 0:13:26 | 0:13:27 | |
Incidentally, can you think of anyone who would wish to harm Sir St John? | 0:13:28 | 0:13:33 | |
Just one line of inquiry. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:36 | |
Oh, in that case, Mrs McCarthy is widely held to be the eyes | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
-and ears of Kembleford. -I don't know about that. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
Father Brown will tell you I am not one to gossip. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:45 | |
-Isn't that right, Father? -I prefer to think of it as community wisdom. | 0:13:45 | 0:13:50 | |
Exactly! Community wisdom. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:53 | |
I can't think of anyone who would want to hurt Sir St John. | 0:13:53 | 0:13:57 | |
Miss Diggle, on the other hand, | 0:13:57 | 0:13:59 | |
was a bit of a busybody, if you know what I mean. | 0:13:59 | 0:14:01 | |
Said the pot to the kettle. | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
-But a harmless one? -No such thing as a harmless busybody, Inspector. | 0:14:04 | 0:14:07 | |
Yes, that business in the parish office only this morning... | 0:14:07 | 0:14:11 | |
I don't know what she found, but it turned her white as a sheet. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
-Looked as if she'd seen a ghost. -Did she, now? | 0:14:15 | 0:14:18 | |
Miss Diggle... Parish office... Saw ghost. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:26 | |
-Sir. -Excuse me. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:27 | |
You don't happen to notice which register Audrey | 0:14:29 | 0:14:33 | |
was interested in, did you? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:34 | |
1835 to 1855. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:37 | |
Not that I was being nosey, you understand. | 0:14:38 | 0:14:40 | |
Perish the thought, Mrs M! | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
I expect you've heard about me and Bingo, then? | 0:14:47 | 0:14:49 | |
Couldn't you find a man with a proper name? | 0:14:49 | 0:14:51 | |
-Do you like my ring? -What does it do? | 0:14:54 | 0:14:56 | |
-Do? -What is it for? What's the purpose of it? | 0:14:58 | 0:15:02 | |
It doesn't do anything, except be beautiful and be admired. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:06 | |
In other words, it's just a worthless bit of sparkle. | 0:15:08 | 0:15:11 | |
-Don't suppose we can do this once I'm married. -Don't suppose we can. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:21 | |
Of course, I could always jilt Bingo and marry you instead. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
An alliance with the enemy? | 0:15:27 | 0:15:29 | |
After I've sworn to annihilate your class and everything it stands for? | 0:15:31 | 0:15:35 | |
Mrs McCarthy? | 0:15:39 | 0:15:40 | |
-Mrs Mc... -I heard you first time! Have you found something? | 0:15:43 | 0:15:48 | |
Either there were no marriages, births or | 0:15:48 | 0:15:51 | |
deaths in Kembleford between February and November 1850 or... | 0:15:51 | 0:15:55 | |
-..we have a missing page. -Holy Mother! | 0:15:58 | 0:16:01 | |
Who would want to kill a busybody? | 0:16:06 | 0:16:07 | |
I fear the answer is a great many people indeed. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:14 | |
BELL CHIMES | 0:16:17 | 0:16:18 | |
Alan Archer? | 0:16:20 | 0:16:21 | |
I'd like to know your whereabouts at 3:30 this afternoon. | 0:16:21 | 0:16:24 | |
-Audrey Diggle? I'd barely ever spoken to the woman. -Really? | 0:16:24 | 0:16:28 | |
I was here. And before you ask, no, I don't have an alibi. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:32 | |
And the fracas with Sir St John this morning? | 0:16:32 | 0:16:35 | |
-Not sure of the relevance of the question. -I'll be the judge of that. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
He's drowning in death duties, | 0:16:39 | 0:16:41 | |
selling off the estate for a Government housing scheme, | 0:16:41 | 0:16:44 | |
leaving his tenants of centuries without land or livelihood. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:47 | |
-You're not a tenant, so what's your interest? -I'm their lawyer. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:50 | |
It's funded by the Socialist Workers Association. | 0:16:50 | 0:16:52 | |
We're helping them raise mortgages to buy their own land. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:55 | |
Seems reasonable. | 0:16:55 | 0:16:57 | |
-Pryde rejected it. -And this morning? | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
He ordered us off his land and we left. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
-Is this you? -My father. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:06 | |
Did he teach you archery? | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
I wouldn't be much of a father if I hadn't. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:13 | |
Mm! Mm! Heavenly, Mrs Mac! Mm! I'm famished. | 0:17:17 | 0:17:22 | |
We had to let Cook go and now Nellie's in the kitchen. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
Did your mother teach you how to cook? | 0:17:27 | 0:17:29 | |
Everything I know. She was the finest cook in County Cork. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:33 | |
Sometimes I wish... | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
I wish that my mother was around so that we could | 0:17:37 | 0:17:39 | |
talk about wedding stuff. | 0:17:39 | 0:17:42 | |
All brides get the jitters. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
It's not that I don't love Bingo. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
It'll be awfully good fun being a duchess. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:54 | |
It's just... | 0:17:54 | 0:17:55 | |
..well, how does one ever know if it's right? | 0:17:56 | 0:17:59 | |
Just you remember, you are the luckiest girl in the world | 0:18:01 | 0:18:04 | |
and will be the bride of the year | 0:18:04 | 0:18:07 | |
and your cake will be the talk of the county. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:10 | |
Ah! | 0:18:12 | 0:18:13 | |
Thank you for a most generous lunch. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:19 | |
You won't be saying that in the middle of the night. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
Nellie's Yorkshire puddings have a tendency to outstay their welcome. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:25 | |
I understand, when she died, | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
poor Miss Diggle was researching another project. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
She took it upon herself to write a history of the Prydes. | 0:18:33 | 0:18:38 | |
Fascinating as our family is, I doubt Audrey's tome would appeal. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:44 | |
-She did have a rather florid style. -The woman was obsessed. Paranoid! | 0:18:44 | 0:18:49 | |
Claimed people had been reading her papers. | 0:18:49 | 0:18:52 | |
Look who I found on the doorstep! | 0:18:52 | 0:18:54 | |
I'd like a word with Sir St John and Lady Pryde, please. In private. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:59 | |
Father Brown is our trusted spiritual advisor. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:06 | |
We have nothing to hide. | 0:19:06 | 0:19:08 | |
It seems there's a widely held belief on the estate | 0:19:09 | 0:19:12 | |
that Sir St John and your butler are related. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:17 | |
We share a grandfather. What of it? | 0:19:17 | 0:19:20 | |
There's no secret Danby's father was the youthful | 0:19:20 | 0:19:24 | |
indiscretion of the tenth Baron after a fumble with the housemaid. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:28 | |
It seems paradoxical to find first cousins in the role of master | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
and servant because of an accident of birth. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
Actually, the aristocracy have a long tradition of giving preferment | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
to their by-blows. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:38 | |
Quite. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:39 | |
The woman died in childbirth. What were they supposed to do? | 0:19:40 | 0:19:44 | |
Cast the infant into the workhouse? | 0:19:44 | 0:19:47 | |
Danby's father was adopted by a footman. | 0:19:47 | 0:19:50 | |
He worked his way through the servant's hall | 0:19:50 | 0:19:51 | |
until he became butler, | 0:19:51 | 0:19:53 | |
-as did Arthur after him. -But not his son. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
BUNTY DROPS SPOON | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
Butterfingers! | 0:19:58 | 0:19:59 | |
Alan Archer is the prime example of the folly of Rab Butler in trying | 0:20:00 | 0:20:05 | |
to educate the lower classes. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
He was permitted to march off to a left-wing university, | 0:20:07 | 0:20:10 | |
from which he returned with ideas above his station. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:14 | |
The question is, | 0:20:14 | 0:20:16 | |
does he hate the ruling classes enough to kill for his beliefs? | 0:20:16 | 0:20:20 | |
Don't be odious, Jago! | 0:20:20 | 0:20:21 | |
The murderer probably meant to kill Audrey, for all we know. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
-Bunty's right. We are forgetting Audrey. -I've forgotten nothing. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:30 | |
-She writing a family history. -Codswallop, more like! | 0:20:30 | 0:20:34 | |
You're welcome to it. | 0:20:34 | 0:20:36 | |
Thank you, but I find the present more relevant than | 0:20:36 | 0:20:38 | |
the past at this stage. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:40 | |
I can't understand why you're interested in Audrey's dreary book. | 0:20:44 | 0:20:49 | |
I wonder, as you were so close to her heart, | 0:20:49 | 0:20:50 | |
whether it would be apt to include an extract in her eulogy. | 0:20:50 | 0:20:54 | |
You might rethink when you've read it. | 0:20:54 | 0:20:57 | |
'Can you lend me five guineas? | 0:20:57 | 0:20:59 | |
'Why on earth would I lend you money?' | 0:20:59 | 0:21:00 | |
Because you're going to be the fourth richest woman in the land. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:04 | |
And if you don't, I'll tell the inspector that you were with | 0:21:04 | 0:21:08 | |
the butler's son when you said you were in the nursery. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
'You wouldn't dare!' | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
Can I fetch something... | 0:21:12 | 0:21:14 | |
'Why not?' | 0:21:14 | 0:21:15 | |
..something to drink? | 0:21:15 | 0:21:16 | |
Just a touch of heat stroke. Excuse me. | 0:21:16 | 0:21:19 | |
'My wedding to Bingo would be off | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
'and you'd never see a whiff of his money.' | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
And I'd have to kill you. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:26 | |
I trust I'm not interrupting work on next Sunday's homily? | 0:21:52 | 0:21:56 | |
History of the Pryde family. | 0:21:57 | 0:22:00 | |
Illustrious but bloody, full of violent deaths | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
and strange disappearances. Is Mrs Clackett ill? | 0:22:03 | 0:22:07 | |
Oh, she'll be in tomorrow as usual, | 0:22:07 | 0:22:09 | |
and she won't be finding a godly man in unclean surroundings. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:13 | |
Well, go on. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
Lots of family members who disappear from their annals | 0:22:16 | 0:22:20 | |
and then reappear, marked simply "deceased". | 0:22:20 | 0:22:24 | |
-And all male. -Branwen's curse? | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
Destined never to die peacefully in their beds. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:33 | |
Does this shed any light on our missing page? | 0:22:33 | 0:22:36 | |
When Audrey died, she was researching St John's grandfather, | 0:22:38 | 0:22:41 | |
Ralph Pryde, 1829-1901. | 0:22:41 | 0:22:45 | |
-So in 1850, he would have been... -21. -Exactly! | 0:22:45 | 0:22:50 | |
Were there any births, marriages or deaths in the family that year? | 0:22:51 | 0:22:55 | |
Not one. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:56 | |
Well, tomorrow's Monday, so no doubt all will become clear then. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:02 | |
Feet, Father! | 0:23:02 | 0:23:03 | |
Will it? | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
-When you go to the Diocesan Records Office. -Do I? | 0:23:07 | 0:23:11 | |
Where we keep copies of the parochial registers! | 0:23:11 | 0:23:14 | |
Angel and saint rolled into one, Mrs M! | 0:23:18 | 0:23:20 | |
SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS | 0:24:15 | 0:24:17 | |
Morning, Father. Thank you for coming. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
-I hear he had a lucky escape. -Luckier than you know. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:30 | |
He was pulled from the pool with a lethal | 0:24:30 | 0:24:31 | |
dose of barbiturates in his system. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:34 | |
If he hadn't spewed them | 0:24:34 | 0:24:35 | |
out, along with a stomach full of water, he'd be dead. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:38 | |
How were they administered? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:39 | |
Jago has a habit of filching whisky when our backs are turned. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:45 | |
Traces of drugs were found in his hip flask. | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
Who would want to kill a child? | 0:24:50 | 0:24:51 | |
You have no evidence. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:54 | |
Your well-documented hatred of the Prydes, | 0:24:54 | 0:24:56 | |
the imminent completion of the land sale, | 0:24:56 | 0:24:59 | |
the threat you made on the day of the murder, | 0:24:59 | 0:25:02 | |
your father a county archery champion. | 0:25:02 | 0:25:04 | |
-A chip off the old block, I bet. -He taught me to shoot. | 0:25:05 | 0:25:09 | |
-He taught all of us, Jago and the girl included. -Ah, yes! Jago. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:15 | |
I suppose you heard what happened yesterday? | 0:25:15 | 0:25:18 | |
I heard he had a swimming accident. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
We believe it was attempted murder. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:23 | |
You think I fight with children? | 0:25:25 | 0:25:29 | |
With Jago dead, Pryde is without male heir | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
and the estate passes to an eighth cousin in Canada. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
I think, when your attempt failed on Sir St John, you went after his pup. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:39 | |
This is all circumstantial. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:43 | |
Hm. | 0:25:43 | 0:25:44 | |
This isn't. Taken 15 minutes before the murder. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:53 | |
So I await your convincing explanation as to why you | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
lied as to your whereabouts. | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
No comment. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:00 | |
-Where are you off to in such a hurry? -To see the police. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
-Alan Archer's been arrested. -So I heard. And I can't say I'm surprised. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:15 | |
-A young man with a lot of anger in him, by all accounts. -It's not anger. | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
-It's passion. And he didn't kill Audrey. -What makes you so sure? | 0:26:18 | 0:26:22 | |
Because he was with me. We'd just met in the walled garden | 0:26:22 | 0:26:25 | |
when we heard all the screaming and commotion. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:27 | |
-Oh, sweet baby Jesus! -Look, it's not what you think. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:30 | |
Or rather, it IS what you think. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
Oh, but I do like him awfully, Mrs Mac. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:35 | |
And he must like me, too, or he would have told the police he had an alibi. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:38 | |
But it would never work, child. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:40 | |
-Yes, that's what he says. -At least one of you has got some sense. | 0:26:40 | 0:26:44 | |
And though it's a sin, a visit to the confessional and a few Hail Marys - | 0:26:44 | 0:26:48 | |
well, a few DOZEN Hail Marys - and you'll be as right as rain | 0:26:48 | 0:26:53 | |
and you can forget about the likes of Alan Archer. | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
-Do you really think so, Mrs Mac? -Just youthful indiscretion. | 0:26:58 | 0:27:02 | |
Put it behind you. Marry your marquis and live happily ever after. | 0:27:02 | 0:27:08 | |
Thank you, Mrs Mac. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:09 | |
DOOR OPENS AND SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS | 0:27:19 | 0:27:23 | |
I popped in to see the invalid and Danby said I'd find you in here. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:26 | |
What are you up to, Father? | 0:27:26 | 0:27:27 | |
I was wondering what happened to Jago's father. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:33 | |
Mm. Simon and his wife died in a car crash in France. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:36 | |
Poor little chap was only six weeks old. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:40 | |
France? | 0:27:40 | 0:27:41 | |
Close enough to have the body repatriated, | 0:27:41 | 0:27:43 | |
yet conspicuous by his absence in the family tomb. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:46 | |
I thought it was odd at the time, but then there were | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
the rumours about his job. | 0:27:48 | 0:27:50 | |
Something in the Government. Terribly hush-hush. Is it important? | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
I sense the key to this crime is in the past. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:56 | |
Well, then I'll telephone Monty. He's sitting in the Lords this week. | 0:27:56 | 0:28:00 | |
-Plenty of right ears he can pop a word in. -Thank you. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:03 | |
And now, I must away or I'll miss my train to Gloucester. | 0:28:03 | 0:28:07 | |
-Oh! Are you going to see Bishop Talbot? -Not if I can help it. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
Why didn't you tell the police you were with me? | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
-Why do you think? -I don't know. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
Well, I hope it's because you care about me | 0:28:22 | 0:28:26 | |
-and you don't want to ruin my reputation. -YOUR reputation? | 0:28:26 | 0:28:30 | |
The arrogance of your class! | 0:28:30 | 0:28:32 | |
You think I want it known that I've been consorting with | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
the likes of you? | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
Well, good, because all consorting between us is over! | 0:28:36 | 0:28:40 | |
I'm going to marry Bingo and you | 0:28:40 | 0:28:41 | |
and I will never see or speak to each other again! | 0:28:41 | 0:28:44 | |
Father Brown? | 0:28:49 | 0:28:50 | |
I'm glad I caught you. I just got off the phone from Monty. | 0:28:51 | 0:28:55 | |
He found out what happened to Simon Pryde. I hope you're sitting down. | 0:28:55 | 0:29:01 | |
It gets rather unpleasant from here on in. | 0:29:01 | 0:29:03 | |
-Thank you for gathering everyone together. -We're all keen to know why. | 0:29:05 | 0:29:10 | |
To hear the truth, which involves you all. Your son, Simon. | 0:29:10 | 0:29:16 | |
Absent from the family tomb. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
-He died abroad. -But not in a car crash. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:21 | |
I've been informed that Simon's body wasn't repatriated | 0:29:23 | 0:29:27 | |
because a Government department appropriated it. | 0:29:27 | 0:29:31 | |
What's this got to do with Audrey? | 0:29:31 | 0:29:32 | |
-Does Jago know the truth? -This is none of your damn business! | 0:29:34 | 0:29:38 | |
That's enough, St John! It's too late now. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:40 | |
Jago's a child. | 0:29:42 | 0:29:44 | |
Do you think we'd want to burden him with the knowledge... | 0:29:44 | 0:29:48 | |
..that his father... | 0:29:51 | 0:29:52 | |
-..slashed his mother's throat before blowing his own brains out? -Daddy? | 0:29:54 | 0:29:59 | |
Simon was MI6. It was all handled very discreetly. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:05 | |
We never knew what happened to the bodies. | 0:30:05 | 0:30:07 | |
-The curse of the Prydes. -It's a legend. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:12 | |
All legends have some truth, and your family has spent centuries | 0:30:12 | 0:30:18 | |
covering up the curse of hereditary insanity. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
Everybody knows the Prydes are as mad as a box of frogs. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
Are you seriously suggesting that Audrey was murdered | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
because she'd uncovered some imaginary curse? | 0:30:27 | 0:30:31 | |
I'm suggesting the curse is the reason why you attempted to | 0:30:31 | 0:30:34 | |
murder your grandson. | 0:30:34 | 0:30:35 | |
'Why on earth would I lend you money?' | 0:30:38 | 0:30:40 | |
Because you're going to be the fourth richest woman in the land. | 0:30:40 | 0:30:42 | |
And if you don't, I'll tell the inspector that you were with | 0:30:44 | 0:30:47 | |
the butler's son when you said you were in the nursery. | 0:30:47 | 0:30:49 | |
It wasn't the shock of Bunty's love affair. | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
It was the knowledge that Jago didn't have an alibi. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:57 | |
How dare you insult Mummy like this! | 0:30:57 | 0:31:00 | |
I insist you leave this castle immediately! | 0:31:00 | 0:31:02 | |
Who would want to kill a child? | 0:31:02 | 0:31:04 | |
Someone who loves him the most... | 0:31:06 | 0:31:07 | |
..like Udolf's archer, who shot his mother to spare her torment. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:12 | |
Branwen's torment would have been relatively short-lived. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:17 | |
But Jago's would have lasted a lifetime, | 0:31:18 | 0:31:22 | |
incarcerated with lunatics. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:24 | |
-Preposterous! -Oh, do be quiet, St John! | 0:31:24 | 0:31:29 | |
What choice did I have after what the boy did? | 0:31:29 | 0:31:33 | |
Will somebody please tell me what you're all talking about? | 0:31:33 | 0:31:35 | |
I'm so sorry, but it was Jago who killed Audrey. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:39 | |
AUDREY: ..In a final, merciful act of love. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:55 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:31:55 | 0:31:56 | |
What possible reason could... | 0:31:57 | 0:32:00 | |
He was your brother's son! | 0:32:00 | 0:32:02 | |
You, of all people, should know that he didn't need a reason. | 0:32:03 | 0:32:07 | |
From the moment of Simon's birth, | 0:32:12 | 0:32:14 | |
I knew that there was something missing. | 0:32:14 | 0:32:17 | |
An emptiness. Call it a curse, if you like. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:20 | |
When he did what he did, it was almost predictable. | 0:32:22 | 0:32:26 | |
And after, when Jago came to us... | 0:32:30 | 0:32:34 | |
..I saw, in an instant, he was the same. | 0:32:36 | 0:32:38 | |
He didn't need a reason to kill Audrey. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:47 | |
For all I know, she may have beat him | 0:32:50 | 0:32:54 | |
at chess or taken the last scone at tea. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:57 | |
-He did have a reason. -What reason? | 0:32:58 | 0:33:00 | |
Well, why don't you ask him yourself? You can come out now, Jago. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:04 | |
Oh, no. Be my guest, Father. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
I wouldn't want to spoil your moment of triumph. | 0:33:08 | 0:33:10 | |
Audrey found record of a secret marriage between Ralph Pryde | 0:33:12 | 0:33:16 | |
and Violet Archer three months before she died in childbirth. | 0:33:16 | 0:33:19 | |
Your father wasn't born the wrong side of the blanket. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:25 | |
He was the Pryde's legitimate heir. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:27 | |
That's ridiculous! | 0:33:29 | 0:33:31 | |
The priest that married them would have said something. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
Father Dominic Gleave, buried August 28th, 1850, | 0:33:33 | 0:33:38 | |
ten days after the wedding. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:40 | |
Poor old Diggers! I was winding her up, | 0:33:40 | 0:33:43 | |
spooking her by messing up her stuff, | 0:33:43 | 0:33:47 | |
and then she found a letter | 0:33:47 | 0:33:49 | |
to my great-grandfather from some housemaid | 0:33:49 | 0:33:52 | |
and went rummaging through all the records. She wasn't exactly | 0:33:52 | 0:33:56 | |
-subtle about it. -Neither were you. | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
You left whisky on the desk | 0:33:59 | 0:34:01 | |
when you tore the page out of the parish register. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
-That was careless. -You didn't kill her, Jago? | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
What did you expect me to do? I did it for you, too, Cuz. | 0:34:08 | 0:34:12 | |
That piece of paper makes all of us nobodies. | 0:34:12 | 0:34:15 | |
So now all that's cleared up, | 0:34:16 | 0:34:18 | |
will you please all line up, facing the wall? | 0:34:18 | 0:34:20 | |
I'm ordering you, boy! Put down that bow! | 0:34:20 | 0:34:23 | |
-HE SHOUTS: -Quiet! | 0:34:23 | 0:34:24 | |
Face the wall! Turn around! | 0:34:26 | 0:34:28 | |
-Get down! -No, no, no! Don't worry. It's a dud. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
Thanks be to God. | 0:34:40 | 0:34:41 | |
Just to be on the safe side... | 0:34:47 | 0:34:48 | |
LOUD EXPLOSION | 0:34:50 | 0:34:52 | |
Jago! | 0:34:54 | 0:34:56 | |
Jago! | 0:34:56 | 0:34:57 | |
-I thought you'd be here. -The murderer returns to the scene of the crime. | 0:35:10 | 0:35:13 | |
The master tactician withdraws to a height more easily defended. | 0:35:15 | 0:35:19 | |
-I'll pick them off, one by one. -It's over, Jago. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:23 | |
-The police are on their way. -It was all Diggles's fault. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:28 | |
She shouldn't have been so nosey. And now here am I, | 0:35:28 | 0:35:31 | |
between Scylla and Charybdis! Incarceration or death! | 0:35:31 | 0:35:34 | |
On balance, suicide would be the more honourable way out. | 0:35:36 | 0:35:40 | |
-Not in God's eyes. -I don't believe in a supreme being. | 0:35:40 | 0:35:43 | |
The only god my family worships is the god of pride. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:47 | |
And I'm sure Granny would approve, especially as she tried to kill me. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:51 | |
She had me there. My money was on Bunty. | 0:35:52 | 0:35:55 | |
Take one more step and I'll jump! | 0:35:55 | 0:35:57 | |
I'm sorry you heard about your parents like that. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:03 | |
Oh, I don't know. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:04 | |
I'd rather my father was a spy than a careless driver, | 0:36:04 | 0:36:09 | |
even if he did kill my mother. | 0:36:09 | 0:36:10 | |
Remind me, Father. What are the rules on lunatics and Hell? | 0:36:12 | 0:36:17 | |
Maybe the decision has been made for me. | 0:36:21 | 0:36:23 | |
Don't let go! | 0:36:23 | 0:36:24 | |
How do you know I won't pull you down with me? | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
I'll take my chance, and I'm not alone. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:31 | |
Buddha says the secret of existence is to have no fear. | 0:36:32 | 0:36:37 | |
Never fear what will become of you. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:39 | |
Only the moment you reject all help are you freed. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:42 | |
THUD ON GROUND | 0:36:47 | 0:36:48 | |
I'll soon know if there's a hell or not. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:05 | |
Hell is only the absence of God. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
If you repent and accept Him, there will only be bliss for ever. | 0:37:11 | 0:37:16 | |
It sounds nice. | 0:37:17 | 0:37:19 | |
It's yours for the asking. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:24 | |
Bunty! Bunty! | 0:37:32 | 0:37:34 | |
Quick! Quick! | 0:37:34 | 0:37:35 | |
Requiem... | 0:37:37 | 0:37:39 | |
HE PRAYS QUIETLY | 0:37:39 | 0:37:44 | |
..Requiescat in pace. | 0:37:44 | 0:37:47 | |
Amen. | 0:37:47 | 0:37:49 | |
If Jago killed Miss Diggle, then who was | 0:37:51 | 0:37:53 | |
responsible for the attempt on his life? | 0:37:53 | 0:37:56 | |
-Perhaps he took them himself to avert suspicion. -Is that likely? | 0:38:00 | 0:38:06 | |
I wouldn't have put it past him. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:07 | |
Yes, it's just the sort of thing Jago would do. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:09 | |
I'll see myself out. | 0:38:13 | 0:38:14 | |
Well, I'd better telephone Bingo. | 0:38:21 | 0:38:23 | |
I doubt there'll be a wedding now. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:24 | |
-Would you like me to serve tea? -Don't be ridiculous! | 0:38:25 | 0:38:29 | |
-This is your house now, isn't it? -You think we want any of this? | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
What is it you always say? You don't choose what class you're born into? | 0:38:32 | 0:38:36 | |
Words spoken by some priest a century ago doesn't make me one of you! | 0:38:36 | 0:38:40 | |
Don't you see? There is no them and us! The War changed that. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:48 | |
High and low, shoulder to shoulder, as brave or scared as the next man. | 0:38:48 | 0:38:53 | |
All your talk of breaking down the class divide whilst you build | 0:38:53 | 0:38:56 | |
up your own walls! | 0:38:56 | 0:38:58 | |
You're a fool, boy, for all your fancy education! | 0:38:58 | 0:39:02 | |
What a bloody mess! | 0:39:08 | 0:39:09 | |
By rights, I should be devastated. | 0:39:11 | 0:39:13 | |
Instead, all I feel is a weight lifted from my shoulders. | 0:39:13 | 0:39:16 | |
-What are we going to do? -God knows! I won't contest it. | 0:39:18 | 0:39:23 | |
-What if I don't want it? -I'm afraid it's yours, | 0:39:24 | 0:39:27 | |
whether you want it or not. | 0:39:27 | 0:39:29 | |
Jago died in the light of God. Of that I am certain. | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
Thank you, Father. | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
Time to face the music, I think. | 0:39:59 | 0:40:01 | |
What end would confessing serve, Lavinia? | 0:40:02 | 0:40:04 | |
Are you saying I shouldn't be held to justice? | 0:40:05 | 0:40:08 | |
I'm saying no such thing. | 0:40:08 | 0:40:09 | |
Very well. | 0:40:14 | 0:40:15 | |
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. | 0:40:18 | 0:40:20 | |
It is decades since I made my last, honest confession. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:27 | |
In addition to the attempted murder of my own flesh and blood, | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
I am guilty of many things, including the sin of pride. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:37 | |
I fear this may take some time. | 0:40:43 | 0:40:45 | |
Take as much time as you need. | 0:40:46 | 0:40:48 | |
I'm so sorry. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:56 | |
Poor Jago. And Daddy. And... | 0:40:59 | 0:41:03 | |
And I've just been on the telephone to Bingo. | 0:41:03 | 0:41:05 | |
-Some things just aren't meant to be. -Thanks. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
You don't understand. Bingo was a total gent. | 0:41:13 | 0:41:16 | |
Said he couldn't give a fig for scandal or my family | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
and that he'll marry me if he damn well pleases, and | 0:41:18 | 0:41:22 | |
that if his father cuts him off, then so be it, although that would | 0:41:22 | 0:41:26 | |
probably involve an Act of Parliament. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:28 | |
And now I don't know what to think. | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
I think your marquis sounds like a very fine young man. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:34 | |
Not a nasty bone in his body. | 0:41:35 | 0:41:37 | |
And if as fine and as handsome and as rich a man loves you that much, | 0:41:40 | 0:41:46 | |
and you're stood here crying your eyes out, then that's your answer. | 0:41:46 | 0:41:51 | |
Don't let pride stand in your way. Go to him. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
You're right, Mrs Mac. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:00 | |
Not quite what I meant! | 0:42:13 | 0:42:15 | |
You are an arrogant, fat-headed pig, Alan Archer, | 0:42:15 | 0:42:18 | |
and an inverted snob to boot! | 0:42:18 | 0:42:20 | |
And it serves you damn well right you're going to inherit a title! | 0:42:20 | 0:42:23 | |
"Sir" Alan Pryde. How do you like... | 0:42:23 | 0:42:25 | |
Daddy and Danby - I mean Arthur - are being frightfully civilised. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:42 | |
The land's being sold to the tenants to pay off the death duties | 0:42:42 | 0:42:45 | |
and the castle's being handed over to the National Trust, who'll | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
let them stay on as sort of caretakers. | 0:42:48 | 0:42:50 | |
And even Granny seems to be somehow more at peace with herself, | 0:42:52 | 0:42:54 | |
-but only when she thinks we aren't looking. -Is it moist enough? | 0:42:54 | 0:42:58 | |
Scrumptious! | 0:42:58 | 0:43:00 | |
15 pounds of royal icing, 20 pounds of marzipan | 0:43:00 | 0:43:04 | |
and six tiers. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
I don't know if I mentioned it... | 0:43:06 | 0:43:08 | |
That happens to be one more than Princess Elizabeth's! | 0:43:08 | 0:43:11 | |
How are you? | 0:43:17 | 0:43:18 | |
Outstanding work, Mrs McCarthy. Outstanding! | 0:43:22 | 0:43:27 |