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HYMNAL SINGING | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
# ..nor shall my sword sleep in my hand | 0:00:19 | 0:00:24 | |
# Till we have built | 0:00:24 | 0:00:28 | |
# Jerusalem | 0:00:28 | 0:00:31 | |
# In England's green and pleasant land. # | 0:00:31 | 0:00:39 | |
Good evening. | 0:00:46 | 0:00:47 | |
And a rousing Institute welcome to tonight's guests, | 0:00:47 | 0:00:50 | |
Lady Felicia, Father Roland, filling as Locum Curate | 0:00:50 | 0:00:55 | |
during Father Brown's unfortunate indisposition. | 0:00:55 | 0:00:58 | |
And last but certainly not least, Mrs Cholmondeley-Carter, | 0:00:58 | 0:01:02 | |
from the National Executive Committee | 0:01:02 | 0:01:04 | |
who has heroically agreed to act as head judge at tomorrow's fair. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:08 | |
There was nothing "fair" about last year's judgement. | 0:01:13 | 0:01:16 | |
The best jam won and everyone here knows it! | 0:01:16 | 0:01:19 | |
We have a packed evening, | 0:01:19 | 0:01:22 | |
including a cookery talk from Mrs Hunnisett - | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
Going Gay Without Meat. | 0:01:25 | 0:01:27 | |
And to kick off, Father Roland's film, Educating The African Orphan | 0:01:27 | 0:01:32 | |
made during his recent missionary trip to Swaziland. | 0:01:32 | 0:01:36 | |
So, without further ado, Andrea, lights please. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:39 | |
Is there a Virginia in the story? | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
-Oooh! -Holy Mother of God! | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
-Father Roland, what is happening?! -No, God. No! Avert your eyes! | 0:02:00 | 0:02:04 | |
This is not a film about African orphans. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
No, it isn't! It is not mine! | 0:02:07 | 0:02:09 | |
SHOUTS AND GASPS | 0:02:09 | 0:02:11 | |
Avert your eyes, ladies! | 0:02:11 | 0:02:13 | |
This is not happening! This is not happening! | 0:02:16 | 0:02:18 | |
Well. This is certainly educational. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:23 | |
And finally a cursory inspection of the church roof account reveals | 0:02:54 | 0:02:58 | |
that fundraising has been, shall we say, erratic, to say the least. | 0:02:58 | 0:03:03 | |
My Parishioners give what they can. | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
I'm sure that with the appropriate nudge, | 0:03:05 | 0:03:09 | |
they can be persuaded to dig a little deeper. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:12 | |
Raise the roof! | 0:03:16 | 0:03:17 | |
Very pithy. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:20 | |
One to every household in the village. Half a crown each and we have ourselves a steeple. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:25 | |
And here's mine to start to you off. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:27 | |
Sterling, Mrs McCarthy. | 0:03:27 | 0:03:29 | |
I knew I could count on you to lead by example. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
-Am I interrupting? -Yes. -No. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:33 | |
Her Ladyship thought this might help with the boredom. | 0:03:33 | 0:03:38 | |
You could do a spot of bird watching? Feathered variety. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
And talking of bird watching, last night's WI meeting...? | 0:03:42 | 0:03:47 | |
Trust you to bring that up. | 0:03:47 | 0:03:48 | |
I can assure you, the film I gave to Mrs Fortescue comprised | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
only of rainless African skies and smiling black children. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:54 | |
If you say so. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:55 | |
No one doubts that. But a mystery none the less. | 0:03:55 | 0:03:59 | |
There'll be no more mysteries for you until that leg is mended. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:02 | |
Really? | 0:04:06 | 0:04:08 | |
Hywel! | 0:04:20 | 0:04:22 | |
On your way to the Post Office? | 0:04:23 | 0:04:24 | |
No flies on you, Father. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
Mrs Clam is a comely widow and your posy tells its own story. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:32 | |
Wild rosemary for warm emotion and freesias for lasting friendship. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:37 | |
And featherhead for allurement. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:40 | |
Talking of which, I hear the WI meeting last night took an unexpected turn. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:45 | |
Turns out their VIP was only the Chief Superintendent's sister-in-law. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:49 | |
Taken to her bed with the shock of it. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:51 | |
Inspector Sullivan wants answers. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:52 | |
Father Roland gave the film to Mrs Fortescue. | 0:04:52 | 0:04:56 | |
And she left it at the village hall for the ladies coming in to set up the meeting. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:00 | |
If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:02 | |
You can't go round leaving doors unlocked these days. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:05 | |
It seems a peculiarly unladylike crime. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:09 | |
Try telling that to the WI ladies and on the day of the fair to boot. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:13 | |
Tensions already at boiling point. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
Sparks will fly, you mind my words. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:18 | |
I can't stop! | 0:05:25 | 0:05:27 | |
Stay, Jeffrey! | 0:05:30 | 0:05:32 | |
It's always the quiet ones. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:33 | |
Maybe he left one of his films lying around | 0:05:33 | 0:05:35 | |
and she got it mixed up with the orphans. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
If you've something to say, Judith, perhaps you'd have the grace | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
and good manners to say it to my face. | 0:05:41 | 0:05:43 | |
I'm waiting. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:47 | |
No? Then if you're done spreading malicious slander | 0:05:48 | 0:05:51 | |
then perhaps you could fetch more bunting! | 0:05:51 | 0:05:54 | |
Chop chop! | 0:05:54 | 0:05:55 | |
Come, Jeffery! | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
That woman will be the death of me. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
Oi. Father, give that to Father Brown when you see him, will ya? | 0:06:05 | 0:06:08 | |
This being...? | 0:06:08 | 0:06:09 | |
Donation to the steeple fund from Mrs Plumpton. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:13 | |
Do I look like a complete greenhorn? | 0:06:13 | 0:06:15 | |
Yep. | 0:06:17 | 0:06:18 | |
I want nothing to do with this ill-gotten money. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
Keep your cassock on. It was a dead cert and the church roof's got a dirty great hole in it. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:25 | |
Father Brown should live by example, instead of falling so publicly to vice. | 0:06:25 | 0:06:29 | |
I was warned he surrounded himself with undesirables. | 0:06:30 | 0:06:33 | |
But even I couldn't have predicted the full extent. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:35 | |
Warned were you? By who? The Bishop? | 0:06:35 | 0:06:37 | |
Bishop Talbot has been gracious enough to take me under his wing. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:40 | |
I bet has! | 0:06:40 | 0:06:41 | |
Planted you here as his little spy. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:45 | |
Recognises qualities in me lacking in...others. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:48 | |
Even priests can live a little. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:50 | |
All right, ladies! | 0:06:50 | 0:06:51 | |
Looking lovely. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
She's taken a shine to you. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
Don't be puerile. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
Listen, Father, don't take this the wrong way but... | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
you're a handsome bloke, all right? | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
You can have any girl you wanted. | 0:07:04 | 0:07:06 | |
Why hide your knackers under a skirt for the rest of your... | 0:07:06 | 0:07:10 | |
HE CHUCKLES | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
Maybe there is a man under that dress after all. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
I wouldn't put it past that one. Not normal is it? | 0:07:26 | 0:07:29 | |
All that celibacy does funny things to a man. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:33 | |
Jolly good of you to step in for Mrs CholmondeleyCarter. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
Eleventh hour and all that. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:37 | |
Oh, here's Father Roland. Righto. Cakes! | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
One to six are standard fruits, seven to eleven - Victoria sponge, | 0:07:41 | 0:07:47 | |
12 to 15 are marmalade loaves, 16 to 19 are lemon drizzle. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
And here we have our home-baked bread. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:54 | |
-Afternoon, Mrs Bunyon. -George! | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
For me?! Oh! | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
Hello, hello. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:38 | |
The prize for My Favourite Room In A Shoebox, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:44 | |
goes to Mrs Sibree for her "imaginative use of materials" | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
and "witty" holiday cottage bathroom. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:08:51 | 0:08:54 | |
Congratulations. Very well deserved. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:01 | |
Best cake goes to Judith Bunyon for her Victoria sponge. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:08 | |
That sponge is mine. | 0:09:10 | 0:09:12 | |
I'd recognise it anywhere. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
Oh, here we go again. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:17 | |
Hers had sunk in the middle. She switched the numbers. | 0:09:17 | 0:09:21 | |
I'm sure that's not the case. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:23 | |
This belongs to me. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:24 | |
Now, ladies! | 0:09:24 | 0:09:27 | |
A bitter and twisted fantasist. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
No one would put it past you after the gooseberry jam of 1948. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:33 | |
Was that letter something to do with you? | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
Now then, ladies, that's enough of that. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:38 | |
Why don't you come with me and have a little cool down? | 0:09:42 | 0:09:46 | |
I'll get you for this, Judith Bunyon! | 0:09:46 | 0:09:48 | |
Congratulations. Very well deserved. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
And the prize for best scones goes to... | 0:09:59 | 0:10:04 | |
..Gladys Clam. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
Before you say anything, it was a blind tasting. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
14 years unblemished record... These scones are an award-winning | 0:10:28 | 0:10:34 | |
secret recipe handed down from my mother and her mother before that. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:39 | |
This recipe was baked for His Majesty King George IV | 0:10:39 | 0:10:43 | |
on his visit to Kilkenny Castle in 1826. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:47 | |
Taste one. Go on. | 0:10:47 | 0:10:48 | |
Taste one and then tell me they only merit a highly commended! | 0:10:48 | 0:10:54 | |
SHE GASPS | 0:10:54 | 0:10:57 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:11:06 | 0:11:08 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
Deus, Pater misericordiarum, | 0:11:17 | 0:11:20 | |
qui per mortem et resurrectionem... | 0:11:20 | 0:11:22 | |
-Pugh. -Sir. -No Father Brown? | 0:11:22 | 0:11:25 | |
Nasty accident on his bicycle, sir. That's Father Roland, his locum. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:29 | |
-He's staying at the Presbytery. -Does he fancy himself as an amateur detective too? | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
I doubt it. Bit green around the gills. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
-Needed a moment...outside, if you get my... -..Amen. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
Oh, and there he goes again. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
What do we know about the dead woman? | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
Mrs Judith Bunyon. Farmer's wife. | 0:11:43 | 0:11:45 | |
Her husband owns Brook Farm in Lower Kemble. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:48 | |
-Did she have any enemies? -What, foul play? | 0:11:48 | 0:11:50 | |
The colouration of the face looks like cyanide poisoning. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:54 | |
There was a bit of a hoo-ha with Miss Thimble earlier, | 0:11:54 | 0:11:57 | |
but then show day does tend to bring out the worst in the ladies. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
Mrs Clackett narrowly escaped a charge of ABH last year, | 0:12:00 | 0:12:03 | |
after a bust-up over her cherry Bakewell. | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
And last night's incident hasn't helped matters. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:09 | |
Any connection there? | 0:12:09 | 0:12:10 | |
Can't see it myself, sir. | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
Sergeant! Get this to the lab. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:15 | |
-I want a toxicology report on my desk by the end of the day. -Sir. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
We'll take it from here, Pugh. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:20 | |
Yes, sir. | 0:12:20 | 0:12:22 | |
By the sound of it, I think we can rule out natural causes. | 0:12:29 | 0:12:32 | |
So, Mrs M, what can you tell us about the dead woman? | 0:12:32 | 0:12:39 | |
Judith was a troublemaker and no mistake, | 0:12:39 | 0:12:42 | |
a woman who took great delight in spreading malicious gossip. | 0:12:42 | 0:12:46 | |
And he who is without sin... | 0:12:46 | 0:12:48 | |
And Vera Thimble wasn't the only one she fell out with today. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:52 | |
Mrs Fortescue caught Judith pointing the finger at her Jeffrey | 0:12:52 | 0:12:57 | |
over last night's cinematic catastrophe. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
Tore a strip off her in front of half the WI. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:03 | |
Did she, now? | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
Mm, somebody's got their mojo back. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:07 | |
Yes, well, I'm no used to anyone stuck in this chair. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
Oh, fiddlesticks. Your brain's in one piece. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:12 | |
And if you need any legwork doing, consider me at your disposal. | 0:13:12 | 0:13:16 | |
-You?! -Why not me? | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
Well, I've always put you down as decorative rather than useful. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:24 | |
Decorative?! | 0:13:24 | 0:13:26 | |
Tell me, Father. Am I "decorative"? | 0:13:26 | 0:13:29 | |
As a rosary is both beautiful and with purpose. | 0:13:31 | 0:13:34 | |
I think it's up to Father Brown | 0:13:34 | 0:13:36 | |
to decide which of us is the more useful. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:39 | |
Quite. Father? | 0:13:39 | 0:13:41 | |
After you. | 0:13:54 | 0:13:56 | |
No, after you. | 0:13:56 | 0:13:57 | |
So much for your offer of help. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
If I recall correctly, Father Brown asked us both to help. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:03 | |
Huh! | 0:14:03 | 0:14:05 | |
These are Chanel gloves. | 0:14:05 | 0:14:07 | |
Oh, really? Well, I'm sure there's plenty more where they came from. | 0:14:07 | 0:14:11 | |
Stand aside, Mrs McCarthy. | 0:14:13 | 0:14:14 | |
Oh, really! Oh. BUZZING | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
Oh, gosh. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:23 | |
A Kembleford postmark. | 0:14:26 | 0:14:28 | |
Why waste a stamp? | 0:14:28 | 0:14:30 | |
Proverbs chapter 19, verse 9. | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
"A false witness shall not be unpunished, | 0:14:33 | 0:14:37 | |
"and he that speaketh lies shall perish." | 0:14:37 | 0:14:40 | |
Judith Bunyon spread malicious gossip aplenty. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:44 | |
And the numbers? A code of some sort? | 0:14:44 | 0:14:47 | |
It's a puzzle. That's what it is. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:49 | |
It's a threat, judging by her reaction when she read it. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:53 | |
So what do we do now? | 0:14:53 | 0:14:55 | |
First things first, someone should take it to the police. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:58 | |
BOTH: I will. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:01 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:15:01 | 0:15:03 | |
I see. | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
Well, if Father Brown says it's significant, that's good enough for me. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
I'll make sure the inspector gets it. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:11 | |
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT | 0:15:11 | 0:15:13 | |
Is there any news on how Mrs Bunyon died? | 0:15:13 | 0:15:17 | |
You didn't hear it from me, but... | 0:15:22 | 0:15:24 | |
-murder it looks like. -THEY GASP | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
Cyanide poisoning. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
Her Victoria sponge was laced with wasp killer. | 0:15:28 | 0:15:31 | |
No! | 0:15:31 | 0:15:32 | |
Is this anything to do with you? | 0:15:53 | 0:15:55 | |
Why on earth would I do something like that? | 0:15:55 | 0:15:58 | |
Then we paid a visit to the Post Office, where we managed | 0:16:03 | 0:16:06 | |
to identify the writing paper by its watermark. | 0:16:06 | 0:16:08 | |
Mrs Clam had only got in half a dozen | 0:16:08 | 0:16:12 | |
and was obliging enough to remember who had purchased them. | 0:16:12 | 0:16:16 | |
Three of those were at the WI fair. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:20 | |
Vera Thimble, Dinah Fortescue... | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
and Mrs McCarthy. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
For the parish office! | 0:16:27 | 0:16:29 | |
Well, you might as well say Father Brown wrote that letter. | 0:16:29 | 0:16:33 | |
Or... | 0:16:33 | 0:16:35 | |
..Father Roland... | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
-SHE GASPS -Now you really are being ridiculous. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:43 | |
..who gave the film to Dinah Fortescue. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:47 | |
I think Vera Thimble also received an anonymous letter | 0:16:49 | 0:16:54 | |
which sent her hurtling to Dinah Fortescue. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
I think we need to find out what was in Miss Thimble's letter. | 0:16:59 | 0:17:04 | |
How on earth do we do that? | 0:17:04 | 0:17:06 | |
I think...we should ask her. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:09 | |
ON RADIO: '..And I'm also culling a few of these birds. | 0:17:11 | 0:17:14 | |
-'You can do it if you like, Grace. Any good at wringing necks? -Heavens, no!' | 0:17:14 | 0:17:17 | |
MUSIC: "The Archers" theme | 0:17:17 | 0:17:20 | |
Oh. I didn't hear you come in. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:27 | |
Ah! | 0:17:30 | 0:17:32 | |
KNOCKING | 0:17:33 | 0:17:34 | |
-Hello! -Hello? | 0:17:34 | 0:17:36 | |
Miss Thimble. | 0:17:53 | 0:17:54 | |
Ah, Miss Thimble! | 0:17:54 | 0:17:56 | |
-Jesus, Mary and Joseph! -Oh! | 0:17:58 | 0:18:02 | |
Oh, this is no time to have a fit of the vapours. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:05 | |
I think she's had a visitor. | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
I suppose it's up to me to go and get help, then. | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
Well, stay there. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
And don't touch anything. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:18 | |
DOOR SHUTS | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
Sorry. | 0:18:30 | 0:18:32 | |
DOOR CREAKS THEN SLAMS | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
Oh, dear... | 0:19:00 | 0:19:01 | |
Indeed! | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
-Oh! -HE LAUGHS | 0:19:04 | 0:19:07 | |
Long John Silver in the 4:10. Oh, yes! | 0:19:07 | 0:19:12 | |
Sid! | 0:19:18 | 0:19:20 | |
May I help you? | 0:19:22 | 0:19:24 | |
Yes, erm...can't reach the Parish Magazine. | 0:19:24 | 0:19:28 | |
I wonder if you... | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
I'm enjoying your article. "Sports Day In Swaziland." | 0:19:35 | 0:19:39 | |
Egg and spoon race with an ostrich egg. Very good. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:44 | |
Who is the young lady who appears to have pipped you to the winning post? | 0:19:44 | 0:19:48 | |
A volunteer with the Catholic Mission. | 0:19:48 | 0:19:50 | |
Mr Plunkett telephoned to book a christening. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:53 | |
At last. Three weeks overdue, poor woman. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
I must say, | 0:19:58 | 0:19:59 | |
you and your missionary friend look very at your ease amongst the orphans. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:03 | |
More at ease than I am with your record-keeping. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
If you'll excuse me, I must telephone the Bishop | 0:20:06 | 0:20:10 | |
to update him on my progress. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:12 | |
A written reminder for your personal diary, | 0:20:12 | 0:20:14 | |
assuming you possess such a thing. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:16 | |
Yes, well, give my regards to Bishop Talbot. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:20 | |
RACING COMMENTARY ON RADIO | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
Oh, I will. | 0:20:28 | 0:20:30 | |
Oh, yes. Of course! | 0:20:51 | 0:20:54 | |
RINGING | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
INAUDIBLE | 0:21:16 | 0:21:18 | |
So we assume she knew her killer. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:26 | |
Well enough to offer her tea. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:27 | |
There was a cup on the table, stained with lipstick. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:31 | |
Vera Thimble never wore lipstick. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:33 | |
Well spotted, Mrs M. | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
At which point I had to leave to fetch the police, | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
as Her Ladyship was feeling vapourish. | 0:21:38 | 0:21:41 | |
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT | 0:21:41 | 0:21:43 | |
The murder weapon was a hatpin, ivory, inexpensive but distinctive. | 0:21:43 | 0:21:49 | |
Apart from the teacups, the room was undisturbed | 0:21:49 | 0:21:52 | |
and there was one of those on a table. | 0:21:52 | 0:21:54 | |
Father Roland's latest initiative. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:57 | |
Father Roland seems to be making a habit of being present | 0:21:57 | 0:21:59 | |
at crime scenes. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:01 | |
He delivered one of those envelopes to every house in the parish, Sidney. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:05 | |
As for the letter, | 0:22:05 | 0:22:07 | |
we are none the wiser. | 0:22:07 | 0:22:09 | |
Actually, we are. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:11 | |
I found it in her handbag. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:14 | |
Were you tampering with the crime scene, Lady F? | 0:22:17 | 0:22:19 | |
It sounds rather thrilling put like that. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:22 | |
But I suppose I did. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
And it was identical. | 0:22:24 | 0:22:26 | |
Proverbs 19:9. | 0:22:26 | 0:22:29 | |
Two, eight, one, one, one, | 0:22:29 | 0:22:33 | |
nine, two, six, nine, zero, zero. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:39 | |
-If only we knew what it meant. -I think I might know. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:43 | |
28th November 1926, nine o'clock. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:53 | |
Ooh! Shh! | 0:22:59 | 0:23:02 | |
(Read that.) | 0:23:03 | 0:23:05 | |
-SHE GASPS -Shh! | 0:23:08 | 0:23:10 | |
Albert Evans was a local man and thoroughly bad lot. | 0:23:17 | 0:23:21 | |
Drunkard, wife-beater and known predator on underage girls. | 0:23:21 | 0:23:25 | |
Daisy Butler was just 14 when she was found raped | 0:23:25 | 0:23:28 | |
and strangled in Kemblebrook Wood. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:30 | |
He was convicted and hanged at Pentonville Prison | 0:23:30 | 0:23:33 | |
-on the 28th November 1926 at... -9am. -..9am. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:37 | |
But there's more. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:39 | |
The evidence against him was overwhelming but circumstantial. | 0:23:39 | 0:23:42 | |
What secured his conviction was the eyewitness testimony | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
of three women on their way home from a WI meeting - | 0:23:45 | 0:23:48 | |
Vera Thimble, Judith Bunyon... | 0:23:48 | 0:23:51 | |
-ALL: -..And Dinah Fortescue. | 0:23:51 | 0:23:53 | |
Young man, be aware my husband plays golf with the Chief Constable, | 0:23:55 | 0:23:59 | |
so you'd better have an extremely good reason | 0:23:59 | 0:24:01 | |
for this extraordinary behaviour. | 0:24:01 | 0:24:03 | |
Do you recognise this? | 0:24:05 | 0:24:07 | |
Where the blazes did you find that? | 0:24:07 | 0:24:09 | |
Is it yours? | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
Lost it weeks ago. Dropped out in the street. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:14 | |
Ruddy things never stay in. | 0:24:14 | 0:24:16 | |
Can I ask what brand of lipstick you wear, Mrs Fortsecue? | 0:24:16 | 0:24:20 | |
You most certainly may not. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:23 | |
Is it Elizabeth Arvon Roseberry Crush, by any chance? | 0:24:23 | 0:24:26 | |
What the devil...? | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
Found it by Miss Thimble's body, along with your fingerprints. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:32 | |
Poppycock! I haven't set foot in that woman's house in years. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:36 | |
You were seen having a heated argument with her | 0:24:36 | 0:24:39 | |
shortly after Judith Bunyon's murder. | 0:24:39 | 0:24:40 | |
Can I ask what that was about? | 0:24:40 | 0:24:42 | |
It was a private matter. | 0:24:42 | 0:24:44 | |
And the fracas yesterday with Mrs Bunyon at the WI fair, | 0:24:44 | 0:24:47 | |
was that also a private matter? | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
I pulled her up on malicious tittle-tattle, | 0:24:49 | 0:24:52 | |
if that's what you mean. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:53 | |
About the unfortunate mix-up at Friday's WI meeting? | 0:24:53 | 0:24:56 | |
Mrs Fortescue, are you aware that your husband was arrested | 0:24:58 | 0:25:03 | |
in a raid on a pornographic cinema in Soho? | 0:25:03 | 0:25:06 | |
He was never charged. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:08 | |
He's a county court judge. | 0:25:08 | 0:25:10 | |
If this came to light, I don't think he'll be playing golf | 0:25:10 | 0:25:14 | |
with the Chief Constable any time in the near future. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
Meaning? | 0:25:16 | 0:25:18 | |
I think both dead women found out about your husband's activities | 0:25:18 | 0:25:21 | |
and threatened to expose him. So you killed them. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
Dinah Fortescue, | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murders | 0:25:29 | 0:25:31 | |
of Judith Bunyon and Vera Thimble. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
You are not obliged to say anything unless you wish to do so, | 0:25:34 | 0:25:37 | |
but whatever you do say... | 0:25:37 | 0:25:39 | |
Hmm. Angel AND saint rolled into one, Mrs M. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:44 | |
Father? | 0:25:46 | 0:25:48 | |
Not now...please? | 0:25:48 | 0:25:50 | |
Father, may I congratulate you on a rousing homily this morning? | 0:25:50 | 0:25:56 | |
Temptation and the sins of the flesh. | 0:25:56 | 0:25:59 | |
I look forward to reading it. | 0:25:59 | 0:26:01 | |
I hope I can tempt you to a slice of lemon drizzle. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:06 | |
No, thank you. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
I'm fasting, followed by a prayer vigil in the church. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:11 | |
This evening, you are normally glued to the wireless. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:14 | |
The Sunday Half Hour is Father Roland's only vice, | 0:26:14 | 0:26:17 | |
I sometimes think. | 0:26:17 | 0:26:19 | |
I thought the choristers from King's College Cambridge last week | 0:26:19 | 0:26:23 | |
were particularly fine. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:25 | |
Or was it Christ Church, Oxford? | 0:26:25 | 0:26:27 | |
There's been a development! | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
Oh! Good afternoon, Father. Delightful homily this morning. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:37 | |
I'll leave you to your diversions. | 0:26:37 | 0:26:39 | |
Sid. | 0:26:40 | 0:26:42 | |
Dinah Fortescue's been charged with both murders. | 0:26:43 | 0:26:47 | |
The hatpin was hers and her fingerprints were on a teacup. | 0:26:47 | 0:26:50 | |
Have they established a motive? | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
It all leads back to Albert Evans. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:56 | |
Three women testified against him - two of them are dead, | 0:26:56 | 0:26:59 | |
and the third is in a police cell. | 0:26:59 | 0:27:01 | |
This mentions a wife. Do we know where she is? | 0:27:02 | 0:27:05 | |
-About 100 yards away. -Where? | 0:27:05 | 0:27:07 | |
-In the graveyard. -Oh. -She drowned a month after his execution. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:10 | |
Almost certainly suicide, | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
but they gave her the benefit of the doubt and a Christian burial. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:17 | |
Ah! | 0:27:17 | 0:27:18 | |
The everyday china's good enough for the likes of you, | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
and you will find that downstairs in the kitchen. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:25 | |
Dear God and all the saints. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:27 | |
What, Mrs M? | 0:27:28 | 0:27:30 | |
Vera Thimble had a Royal Doulton tea service. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:34 | |
Never missed an opportunity to mention it or get it out in public, | 0:27:34 | 0:27:38 | |
but the cup found at the scene was cheap everyday china. | 0:27:38 | 0:27:42 | |
The sort of thing she wouldn't give house room to. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
A rogue cup, planted at the scene of the crime? | 0:27:45 | 0:27:49 | |
Ahem. My homily... | 0:27:49 | 0:27:52 | |
..for your perusal. | 0:27:53 | 0:27:54 | |
Thank you. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:56 | |
Planted by the real murderer. | 0:28:02 | 0:28:05 | |
We need to have a chat with Dinah Fortescue. | 0:28:07 | 0:28:10 | |
I'm sorry, ladies, but you aren't authorised. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:18 | |
I'll come clean with you, Constable. | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
Father Brown believes there's about to be | 0:28:20 | 0:28:22 | |
a grave miscarriage of justice. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:23 | |
Does he, now? How's that, then? | 0:28:23 | 0:28:25 | |
He's not quite sure just yet... | 0:28:25 | 0:28:27 | |
But knowing Father Brown, he'll get it all worked out in the end. | 0:28:27 | 0:28:31 | |
Exactly. | 0:28:31 | 0:28:32 | |
All right. Just... Just ten minutes. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:35 | |
It's all just a fearful bloody mess of a misunderstanding | 0:29:11 | 0:29:15 | |
and no-one who's anyone will believe it for a second. | 0:29:15 | 0:29:18 | |
Vera Thimble received an anonymous letter. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:21 | |
Not from me. | 0:29:21 | 0:29:23 | |
Did you know that Judith Bunyon received one also? | 0:29:23 | 0:29:27 | |
The 28th November 1926, 9am. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:32 | |
The execution of Albert Evans. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:36 | |
I'd like you to leave. | 0:29:38 | 0:29:39 | |
You're going on trial for double murder. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:42 | |
The police have enough evidence to convict you twice over and, | 0:29:42 | 0:29:46 | |
I have on impeccable authority, intend to push for a death sentence. | 0:29:46 | 0:29:50 | |
So whatever you're concealing, I hope it's worth hanging for. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:54 | |
It was all such a long time ago. | 0:29:58 | 0:30:01 | |
Daisy Butler was just 14 when she was lured into the woods, | 0:30:02 | 0:30:06 | |
strangled... | 0:30:06 | 0:30:07 | |
and worse. | 0:30:07 | 0:30:09 | |
Kembleford was rocked to the core... | 0:30:11 | 0:30:13 | |
..like we'd woken up one day to find the devil living amongst us. | 0:30:15 | 0:30:19 | |
Forgive me, Lord, and lead me not into temptation, | 0:30:19 | 0:30:22 | |
but deliver me from evil. | 0:30:22 | 0:30:24 | |
Lead me not into temptation, | 0:30:24 | 0:30:26 | |
but deliver me from evil. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
Lead me not into temptation. Get thee behind me, Satan! | 0:30:28 | 0:30:32 | |
Albert Evans was a known predator on young girls. | 0:30:35 | 0:30:39 | |
The van he driving was identical to the one we saw. | 0:30:39 | 0:30:43 | |
He had no alibi. | 0:30:43 | 0:30:45 | |
Not a person in Kembleford, including his own wife, doubted his guilt. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:48 | |
But without eye witnesses, he'd have got off scot-free. | 0:30:50 | 0:30:54 | |
It was unthinkable. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:55 | |
FOOTSTEPS | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
Good evening, Hywel. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:13 | |
-Or should I say Stephen? -I had hoped, with you laid up, | 0:31:18 | 0:31:21 | |
there'd be one less detective to worry about. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:24 | |
Well, I couldn't help noticing the flowers on your mother's grave, | 0:31:25 | 0:31:29 | |
the birdsfoot trefoil for revenge... | 0:31:29 | 0:31:32 | |
..on those who testified against your father. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:36 | |
12 years old. | 0:31:38 | 0:31:40 | |
My father, a murderer and rapist. | 0:31:44 | 0:31:47 | |
My mother, a suicide. | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
What happened to you? | 0:31:50 | 0:31:51 | |
I was sent to my nan's in Tywyn. | 0:31:53 | 0:31:55 | |
She changed my name so no-one would know I was the devil's spawn. | 0:31:56 | 0:32:01 | |
Not that it stopped them finding out. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
"Hangwell" they called me at school. | 0:32:07 | 0:32:11 | |
Kiddies can be very cruel like that. | 0:32:11 | 0:32:13 | |
As for Nan... | 0:32:13 | 0:32:15 | |
she locked her bedroom door every night I was under her roof. | 0:32:15 | 0:32:19 | |
Can't be too careful, see. Like father, like son. | 0:32:21 | 0:32:23 | |
You poor little boy. | 0:32:25 | 0:32:27 | |
I'm so very, very sorry. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:30 | |
Thank you, Father. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:34 | |
I think you're the first person who's ever said that. | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
Mind if I take a pew? It's been a shocking day on the feet. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:41 | |
Be my guest. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:42 | |
I expect you've got some questions. | 0:32:47 | 0:32:50 | |
Yes. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:51 | |
I was wondering why you bothered sending the letters | 0:32:51 | 0:32:55 | |
when it can only draw attention to yourself. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:57 | |
Well, that's easy. | 0:32:57 | 0:32:59 | |
I wanted them to feel the fear my father did... | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
KNOCKING ON DOOR Oh! I didn't hear you come in. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:05 | |
'..to know they had died | 0:33:05 | 0:33:08 | |
-'for what they'd done.' -SHE SCREAMS | 0:33:08 | 0:33:10 | |
-Horribly cunning. -Well, from you, I'll take that as | 0:33:10 | 0:33:13 | |
a complement, Father. Although truth be told, it was surprisingly simple. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:18 | |
So, kindly refrain from chasing every young girl | 0:33:18 | 0:33:21 | |
all around the fete, if you wouldn't mind. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:23 | |
-Am I making myself clear? -Very. | 0:33:25 | 0:33:28 | |
'Who notices a policeman? | 0:33:30 | 0:33:32 | |
'First on every crime scene. | 0:33:35 | 0:33:37 | |
'Access all areas.' | 0:33:43 | 0:33:45 | |
I assume it was you who switched Father Roland's film | 0:33:56 | 0:33:59 | |
-at the Women's Institute. -Here's me, biding my time for the right moment | 0:33:59 | 0:34:03 | |
and then a records check turns up Justice Jeffrey's activities. | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
You murdered two innocent women... | 0:34:07 | 0:34:09 | |
..and framed a third... | 0:34:11 | 0:34:13 | |
for telling the truth. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:14 | |
Well... Well, Father... | 0:34:14 | 0:34:16 | |
..it seems like you don't know everything after all. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:21 | |
Not one of them is innocent. | 0:34:21 | 0:34:24 | |
They murdered my father, as surely as if they'd pulled the lever on the drop. | 0:34:24 | 0:34:28 | |
It didn't feel like lying. | 0:34:28 | 0:34:30 | |
It felt like justice. | 0:34:30 | 0:34:32 | |
By the trial, I think I truly believed that Bert Evans | 0:34:33 | 0:34:36 | |
was the man I saw that night. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:38 | |
And then some 20 years later, the real killer was caught and confessed. | 0:34:39 | 0:34:43 | |
Albert Evans was declared posthumously innocent and pardoned. | 0:34:45 | 0:34:50 | |
-So, you took matters into your own hands. -An eye for an eye. | 0:34:52 | 0:34:56 | |
Vengeance is the Lord's. | 0:34:56 | 0:34:58 | |
He will repay. | 0:34:58 | 0:35:00 | |
I can't wait till the Day of Judgment. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:03 | |
I wanted to watch them atone for their crimes | 0:35:03 | 0:35:06 | |
and for one of them at least, to suffer as my father did. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:09 | |
The opportunity for one of them to die a long, | 0:35:09 | 0:35:12 | |
slow death by judicial murder. | 0:35:12 | 0:35:15 | |
It's not too late to repent. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
I'm chapel, see. Don't set much store by confession. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
But you believe in God and the power of his forgiveness. | 0:35:21 | 0:35:25 | |
End this atrocity now, Stephen. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:29 | |
Save your soul. | 0:35:29 | 0:35:30 | |
Forgive me my sins. | 0:35:39 | 0:35:41 | |
I want it absolutely understood that I've never forgiven myself | 0:36:01 | 0:36:05 | |
for what I did, not only to Bert Evans, | 0:36:05 | 0:36:08 | |
but his wife and their poor little boy. | 0:36:08 | 0:36:11 | |
Albert Evans had a son? | 0:36:12 | 0:36:14 | |
KEYS JANGLE | 0:36:14 | 0:36:16 | |
Can you ladies tell me what the devil you're doing? | 0:36:16 | 0:36:18 | |
There's no time for that, Inspector. We know who sent those anonymous letters. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:22 | |
-Anonymous letters? -Received by Judith Bunyon and Vera Thimble | 0:36:22 | 0:36:26 | |
I don't know of any such letters. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
Sure you do. Vera Thimble's was found in her handbag | 0:36:28 | 0:36:32 | |
and we handed in Judith Bunyon's to... | 0:36:32 | 0:36:36 | |
-TOGETHER: -Constable Pugh! | 0:36:36 | 0:36:38 | |
When this transfer came up, it was a sign. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:46 | |
I was sent by God as his angel of retribution. | 0:36:49 | 0:36:53 | |
There's irony. Little Stevie Evans... | 0:36:55 | 0:36:58 | |
patrolling the town, keeping them all safe. | 0:36:58 | 0:37:01 | |
All the while, biding my time for the right opportunity. | 0:37:01 | 0:37:05 | |
This'll be painless. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:08 | |
An accident on the stairs in your wheelchair. | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
TELEPHONE RINGS | 0:37:12 | 0:37:14 | |
There's no-one there to hear you. | 0:37:24 | 0:37:26 | |
I'm looking forward to all this being over... | 0:37:26 | 0:37:30 | |
popping the question to Gladys... | 0:37:30 | 0:37:32 | |
maybe a kiddie or two. | 0:37:32 | 0:37:35 | |
Is everything all...? | 0:37:35 | 0:37:37 | |
It's all fine. All under control. Go and fetch help! | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
We'll have you out of this in a jiffy, Father. | 0:37:40 | 0:37:44 | |
Go! | 0:37:44 | 0:37:45 | |
I think not. | 0:37:56 | 0:37:58 | |
I'm sorry, Gladys. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:31 | |
SHE SOBS | 0:38:31 | 0:38:33 | |
Bonkers, in my humble opinion. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:44 | |
Let's hope the judge thinks so. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
I owe you a debt of gratitude. | 0:38:48 | 0:38:49 | |
I hear you've got a handy right-hook. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:53 | |
County-flyweight champion, Cambridge Half Blue... | 0:38:53 | 0:38:57 | |
I gave it up when I entered the seminary. | 0:38:57 | 0:38:59 | |
-I'd forgotten how good it felt. -I thought you were in church all night. What happened? | 0:38:59 | 0:39:03 | |
And more to the point, how did you know that he was downstairs? | 0:39:03 | 0:39:06 | |
All right. I'll go and see where her ladyship's got to. | 0:39:08 | 0:39:11 | |
Listen... | 0:39:14 | 0:39:16 | |
thank you. | 0:39:16 | 0:39:18 | |
It seems you know my weaknesses better than I do myself. | 0:39:26 | 0:39:29 | |
I couldn't help but hear the phone ring, | 0:39:29 | 0:39:31 | |
every Sunday at eight, just before Sunday half-hour. | 0:39:31 | 0:39:34 | |
What's her name? | 0:39:36 | 0:39:37 | |
Louisa. | 0:39:45 | 0:39:46 | |
A woman of such purity and beauty, I was lost the first time I saw her. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:52 | |
She sent me away, said she couldn't steal me from God, but... | 0:39:54 | 0:39:58 | |
by then, I was already taken. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:00 | |
And yet you still corresponded with her? | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
No an impure word or thought. | 0:40:03 | 0:40:06 | |
I broke no vow, | 0:40:06 | 0:40:09 | |
committed no sin... | 0:40:09 | 0:40:10 | |
..except in my heart. | 0:40:12 | 0:40:15 | |
-God will understand. -Too well. | 0:40:15 | 0:40:18 | |
Too well. He sent me here to test me... | 0:40:18 | 0:40:21 | |
..and the devil was waiting, tempting, | 0:40:22 | 0:40:25 | |
taunting me with carnal images. | 0:40:25 | 0:40:27 | |
You think that film was a coincidence? | 0:40:31 | 0:40:34 | |
A sign? | 0:40:36 | 0:40:37 | |
Saying what exactly? | 0:40:39 | 0:40:40 | |
That God wants sacrifice | 0:40:42 | 0:40:44 | |
but not suffering, | 0:40:44 | 0:40:45 | |
that you can still serve him | 0:40:45 | 0:40:47 | |
with the woman you love... | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
..that God has chosen for you... | 0:40:50 | 0:40:53 | |
by your side. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
-A cup of tea, I think, is in order. -Oh, I'll make it. | 0:40:58 | 0:41:02 | |
Mrs McCarthy, I am perfectly capable of making a cup of tea. | 0:41:03 | 0:41:07 | |
No doubt you are. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:09 | |
And... I'm... | 0:41:09 | 0:41:11 | |
-I'm sorry I said that you were decorative. -Thank you. | 0:41:12 | 0:41:17 | |
And I'm sorry about the scones... | 0:41:17 | 0:41:20 | |
because... | 0:41:20 | 0:41:22 | |
I didn't actually taste them. | 0:41:22 | 0:41:25 | |
-You didn't taste my scones? -I just sort of pretended. | 0:41:25 | 0:41:29 | |
You didn't taste my scones?! | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
Naturally, if I had, you would have won | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
which is why I've decided to come clean and have | 0:41:33 | 0:41:36 | |
the whole competition declared null and void, however humiliating. | 0:41:36 | 0:41:40 | |
That won't be necessary. | 0:41:41 | 0:41:42 | |
I know the truth | 0:41:44 | 0:41:46 | |
and that's what matters. | 0:41:46 | 0:41:48 | |
You know what, Mrs M? | 0:41:51 | 0:41:53 | |
Underneath it all, | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
you're a jolly good egg. | 0:41:56 | 0:41:57 | |
Underneath what exactly? | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
FATHER ROLAND CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:42:00 | 0:42:02 | |
I come to make my goodbyes. | 0:42:02 | 0:42:04 | |
Is something wrong, Father? | 0:42:04 | 0:42:06 | |
On the contrary. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
I was lost and now am found, thanks to Father Brown. | 0:42:08 | 0:42:12 | |
A man of hidden wisdom, it transpires. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:15 | |
I shall be sure to tell the Bishop as much, when I inform him. | 0:42:15 | 0:42:18 | |
Inform him of what? | 0:42:18 | 0:42:19 | |
I'm leaving the priesthood. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:25 | |
THEY GASP | 0:42:25 | 0:42:27 | |
God be with you. | 0:43:00 | 0:43:02 |