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Get up! | 0:00:32 | 0:00:34 | |
What time is it? | 0:00:35 | 0:00:37 | |
Time you did some work. Lying around like a useless lump! | 0:00:37 | 0:00:40 | |
Sorry, Dad. I don't feel well. | 0:00:42 | 0:00:44 | |
You think I take the day off when I feel poorly? | 0:00:44 | 0:00:47 | |
Feeble little runt! | 0:00:48 | 0:00:49 | |
Look at you. Pathetic! | 0:00:54 | 0:00:56 | |
You're meant to be a man! | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
But what did I expect? You take after your mother. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:04 | |
What did you say? | 0:01:06 | 0:01:07 | |
You heard. | 0:01:07 | 0:01:09 | |
You're just like your mother. | 0:01:09 | 0:01:11 | |
I'm nothing like my mother! | 0:01:19 | 0:01:22 | |
-Pathetic, am I? A little runt? -Get off me! | 0:01:22 | 0:01:25 | |
Why should I? Now who's the feeble one? | 0:01:26 | 0:01:29 | |
Things are going to change around here, Dad. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
Things are going to change! | 0:01:36 | 0:01:38 | |
-Mrs McCarthy. -Honestly! | 0:02:09 | 0:02:11 | |
I go away for one week and when I come back, what do I find? | 0:02:11 | 0:02:15 | |
Chaos! | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
That is a slight exaggeration. | 0:02:17 | 0:02:19 | |
Ooh, has someone done the Mass lists or the bidding prayers | 0:02:19 | 0:02:23 | |
or written up the weekly collection? | 0:02:23 | 0:02:25 | |
There have been slips in administration. | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
Slips? It's a complete landslide! | 0:02:27 | 0:02:29 | |
And who on earth is responsible for that? | 0:02:30 | 0:02:34 | |
We decided to let Mrs Tindall have a turn. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
She's been waiting for a very, very long time. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
I am very, very well aware! Look at that foliage. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:46 | |
It's half-dead! | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
Who would have thought flower arranging could be | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
so dangerous? | 0:02:54 | 0:02:56 | |
I think it was the eryngium that got me. | 0:02:56 | 0:02:58 | |
-What? -Sea holly? | 0:02:58 | 0:03:01 | |
Oh. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:02 | |
Well, you take the eye drops three times a day, | 0:03:02 | 0:03:05 | |
and my wife will make you an appointment to have the stitches out. | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
-Are you all right, Mrs McCarthy? -Yes, fine. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:12 | |
Well... I'm still a bit shaken. | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
Now you know why I don't have flowers in the surgery. | 0:03:16 | 0:03:18 | |
Although I do have one very beautiful rose. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:22 | |
So, when would be convenient for you? | 0:03:24 | 0:03:27 | |
I suppose I could do any morning except Tuesday. | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
Nine o'clock, Tuesday. | 0:03:31 | 0:03:33 | |
I said any morning except Tuesday! | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
Um... Sorry! | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
Tuesday afternoon? | 0:03:40 | 0:03:41 | |
Oh, for heaven's sake! Am I surrounded by incompetence? | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
Oona? Oona? | 0:03:48 | 0:03:50 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:52 | |
No, no. I'm sorry. What's the matter? | 0:03:52 | 0:03:56 | |
It's nothing. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:57 | |
No, it's not nothing. Just look at the state you're in. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
It's just... | 0:04:01 | 0:04:02 | |
..I think I'm going to have a baby. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:06 | |
Come on! Come on! Move! | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
HE GROANS | 0:04:13 | 0:04:14 | |
HE COUGHS | 0:04:14 | 0:04:15 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:04:15 | 0:04:17 | |
Must stop smoking. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:18 | |
HE GROANS | 0:04:19 | 0:04:22 | |
HE COUGHS | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
Traditionally, Sid, shouldn't you be inside the car? | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
That's very funny. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:28 | |
I've been saying to Lady F we should get this serviced for weeks. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
Does she listen? Mind you, only 200 yards to the garage. | 0:04:31 | 0:04:37 | |
I will share your load. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:38 | |
Ah, would ya? | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
Right, I'll steer. Right, you ready? | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
One, two... What? | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
That was Alfred. You know, Farmer Tatton's son? | 0:05:01 | 0:05:04 | |
Well, if he carries on riding like that, he won't be for much longer. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:09 | |
'What did he say?' | 0:05:12 | 0:05:14 | |
I haven't told him. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:15 | |
Why on earth not? He's a doctor, for heaven's sake! | 0:05:17 | 0:05:20 | |
It's just... | 0:05:20 | 0:05:22 | |
Last year, I lost a baby. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:25 | |
Oh. | 0:05:26 | 0:05:27 | |
And afterwards, the doctors said I could never have another. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:33 | |
Adam was sad, so perhaps it was a blessing. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
He's too old for a family. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
Oh, he may have said that, | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
but I've known him since before you were... Well, for a very long time. | 0:05:41 | 0:05:46 | |
And he is the kindest of men. | 0:05:46 | 0:05:48 | |
I'm sure he'll be thrilled at your news. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:50 | |
I've tried to tell him, but recently, | 0:05:50 | 0:05:52 | |
he just seems so distracted. | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
He's a very busy man. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
I know, | 0:05:56 | 0:05:57 | |
but please, don't tell anyone till I know for sure. | 0:05:57 | 0:06:01 | |
I am the soul of discretion. | 0:06:01 | 0:06:03 | |
Though I may have to start knitting! | 0:06:06 | 0:06:09 | |
-Excuse me! -You're excused. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:14 | |
What do you want? | 0:06:14 | 0:06:16 | |
Isn't it obvious, Oona? | 0:06:16 | 0:06:18 | |
Alfred wanted to see you. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:22 | |
Right, well, you'd better come through. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:26 | |
So, what seems to be the trouble? | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
Well, I need some painkillers. | 0:06:35 | 0:06:36 | |
And where's the pain this time? | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
It's the headaches. They're all the time now, | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
like someone's banging a hammer on my skull. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
Look, Alfred. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
I do have to be careful about how many of these I prescribe. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
I'm in agony here. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:52 | |
I think we both know what you could do to reduce the headaches. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:58 | |
Give it to me! | 0:06:58 | 0:06:59 | |
All I'm saying is that certain actions | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
have inevitable consequences. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:02 | |
What, like if you marry a woman half your age, | 0:07:02 | 0:07:04 | |
then she'll run off with somebody else? | 0:07:04 | 0:07:07 | |
Let's just stick to your health problems, shall we? | 0:07:09 | 0:07:11 | |
Don't bother. I reckon you've got enough problems of your own. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:15 | |
Alfred! Alfred, wait! | 0:07:18 | 0:07:19 | |
I don't know how you put up with that old fool. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
You want to spend some time with a real man. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:30 | |
Come see me at the barn. | 0:07:30 | 0:07:31 | |
Not today. Not tomorrow. | 0:07:31 | 0:07:34 | |
Never! | 0:07:34 | 0:07:35 | |
I'll see you later. | 0:07:38 | 0:07:39 | |
Adam? | 0:07:44 | 0:07:45 | |
That boy gets more like his father every day. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:47 | |
Do you fancy some lunch? | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
No. I've, um, got some errands to do. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:53 | |
Now, about these annual reports... | 0:08:00 | 0:08:03 | |
Don't say it. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:06 | |
Say what, Mrs M? | 0:08:07 | 0:08:08 | |
That I... That I look like Lord Nelson. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:14 | |
I was going say Long John Silver. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:16 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:08:16 | 0:08:18 | |
Pay no attention. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
I'm sure Dr Crawford did an excellent job with your stitches. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:24 | |
He did. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:25 | |
Do you know, he spent ten minutes looking for the right | 0:08:25 | 0:08:28 | |
shade of thread to match my eyebrows? | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
How very meticulous. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:33 | |
And then I bumped into Alfred Tatton at the surgery. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:36 | |
He is turning into a very unpleasant young man. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
Mm... He does seem to be a lost soul. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:43 | |
You lost something, Mrs M? | 0:08:44 | 0:08:46 | |
Oh, I left my eye drops at the surgery. Well, it'll have to wait. | 0:08:46 | 0:08:50 | |
Now, about these annual reports, | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
which you have done no work on whatsoever. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
Yes, well, that sounds like a marvellous idea, | 0:08:55 | 0:08:58 | |
but I did promise to speak to Mr Sims about the Bishop's visit. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:02 | |
-Mm. -What? | 0:09:02 | 0:09:03 | |
And I could pick your eye drops up on the way over. | 0:09:04 | 0:09:08 | |
It's a good idea. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:09 | |
But... | 0:09:09 | 0:09:10 | |
I think we need... | 0:09:11 | 0:09:13 | |
Oh, you were a while. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
I ran into Mrs Gillespie. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:27 | |
You know what a chatterbox she is. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Are we going for lunch? | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
Ah, well, Mrs McCarthy forgot her eye drops, | 0:09:31 | 0:09:35 | |
but before that, I'd better give Alfred his prescription. | 0:09:35 | 0:09:39 | |
Right. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:40 | |
I'll be as quick as I can. | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
I tell you what. Why don't we take a picnic up to Tawny Lake? | 0:09:45 | 0:09:49 | |
BELL RINGS | 0:09:54 | 0:09:55 | |
-Oh, Father! -Oona! | 0:09:55 | 0:09:57 | |
I'm looking for eye drops. | 0:09:57 | 0:09:59 | |
I think Mrs McCarthy may have mislaid them. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:01 | |
Oh, my husband's just gone off with them. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:03 | |
Really? Where to? | 0:10:03 | 0:10:04 | |
Tatton Farm. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:05 | |
Well, it's not too far. Try and catch him. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:08 | |
And I can have a word with young Alfred. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:11 | |
Everything all right? | 0:10:13 | 0:10:14 | |
Yes. Yes, I'm fine. | 0:10:14 | 0:10:16 | |
Everything's fine. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:20 | |
Mind my bike! | 0:10:37 | 0:10:38 | |
Alfred? | 0:10:57 | 0:10:58 | |
No! No! | 0:11:09 | 0:11:10 | |
Father Brown. Everything all right? | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
No. Everything is not all right. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
That'll do for now. Thank you, Doctor. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
I don't know how this could have happened. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:55 | |
What a terrible accident. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:56 | |
Yes. It must have been. | 0:11:57 | 0:12:00 | |
These machines are so unreliable. | 0:12:01 | 0:12:03 | |
I'm sure there'll be a full investigation. | 0:12:06 | 0:12:08 | |
He was such a good boy, you know. | 0:12:10 | 0:12:12 | |
Couldn't do enough for me. | 0:12:12 | 0:12:13 | |
Maybe God took him because he was short of angels. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:20 | |
-Inspector? -Father Brown. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:26 | |
Isn't it interesting? | 0:12:26 | 0:12:28 | |
Whenever there's a suspicious death, you're never far away. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:31 | |
Does the Grim Reaper give you advance warning? | 0:12:31 | 0:12:34 | |
I don't want to step on your toes. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:35 | |
Obviously. | 0:12:35 | 0:12:36 | |
But why do you consider this death suspicious? | 0:12:36 | 0:12:40 | |
Several reasons. One of which, Alfred fell backwards. | 0:12:40 | 0:12:42 | |
But if he'd been loading the machine, he would have been facing forwards. | 0:12:43 | 0:12:46 | |
It's difficult to believe that an experienced operator would | 0:12:46 | 0:12:49 | |
suddenly fall in, | 0:12:49 | 0:12:50 | |
whereas it's very easy indeed for him to be pushed. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:53 | |
So what brought you to Tatton Farm? | 0:12:53 | 0:12:55 | |
I wanted to catch Dr Crawford, but his wife said | 0:12:55 | 0:12:57 | |
he'd already left for Tatton Farm, so I came after him. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
Interesting. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:02 | |
What is? | 0:13:02 | 0:13:03 | |
You both made the same journey, | 0:13:03 | 0:13:05 | |
but you went by bicycle and the doctor came by car. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:08 | |
So how did you manage to get here first? | 0:13:08 | 0:13:11 | |
Just double check all of that. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:16 | |
Thank you for your time. We'll be in touch. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:18 | |
And if you ever need to talk, the door of St Mary's is always open. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:34 | |
Thank you, Father. | 0:13:34 | 0:13:35 | |
Because I was a surprised when you described your son as an angel. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
I know, in the past, you said that living with him was a trial. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
We had our ups and downs, but he were a good boy. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:46 | |
I prefer to concentrate on the happy memories. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:50 | |
What was your last memory of Alfred? | 0:13:50 | 0:13:52 | |
What? | 0:13:52 | 0:13:54 | |
When did you last see him? | 0:13:55 | 0:13:57 | |
I need to lie down, Father. Good day to you. | 0:13:58 | 0:14:01 | |
'It's awful.' | 0:14:05 | 0:14:06 | |
What do they think happened? | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
It was an accident. | 0:14:09 | 0:14:10 | |
Of course. | 0:14:10 | 0:14:11 | |
He fell. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
It would have been very quick. I mean, I don't think he suffered. | 0:14:13 | 0:14:18 | |
Er... There's just one thing I must do. | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
Adam, there's just something I've been meaning to tell you. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
What? | 0:14:27 | 0:14:28 | |
Dr Crawford. | 0:14:28 | 0:14:29 | |
Can we have a word? | 0:14:30 | 0:14:31 | |
So, you went straight from the surgery to the barn? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:36 | |
That's right. I parked round the corner in Lovage Lane. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:41 | |
These country roads play havoc with your suspension. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:44 | |
Mm. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:45 | |
I'd say that's a two-minute journey. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
And yet, you're unaccounted for, for nearly ten. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:50 | |
Well, I may have stopped somewhere along the way. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
Really? | 0:14:56 | 0:14:57 | |
Actually, yes. I think I did stop to admire the lavender. | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
Is that so? | 0:15:01 | 0:15:02 | |
It's rather magnificent this time of year. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
Hm. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:06 | |
What time was this exactly? | 0:15:06 | 0:15:08 | |
Well, er... | 0:15:08 | 0:15:09 | |
Quarter past, 12.20. Does it matter? | 0:15:11 | 0:15:14 | |
I'd say it does matter. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
John Tatton has just lost his only son. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
Yes. Yes, he's had such a terrible run of tragedies. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:24 | |
He must constantly be asking himself, why me? | 0:15:24 | 0:15:27 | |
Mm. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
-You know, if I had to name anyone, I'd go for John Tatton. -Would you? | 0:15:31 | 0:15:35 | |
Such a cruel man! | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
He never seemed able to look his son straight in the eye. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
Bit late for the post, isn't it, Mrs M? | 0:15:40 | 0:15:42 | |
There's no name on it. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:46 | |
"Alfred Tatton was killed by Dr Crawford." No! | 0:15:52 | 0:15:57 | |
Who could have written such a thing? | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
Who indeed? | 0:16:01 | 0:16:02 | |
Inspector, did you want to see me? | 0:16:07 | 0:16:10 | |
Always a pleasure, Father, but no, I'm here for the funeral. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:12 | |
-Have you seen these? -Several dozen letters, sent all over town. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:18 | |
We're looking into who sent them | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
and the possibility that it could be true. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
Sid? Sid? | 0:16:23 | 0:16:24 | |
I want you to try every typewriter in Kembleford. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:30 | |
The library, village shop, school. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
Even the one Mrs McCarthy uses. And see if you can find a match for this. | 0:16:33 | 0:16:38 | |
Why do I get all the boring jobs? | 0:16:38 | 0:16:40 | |
Because it is vital that we find the author. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:43 | |
They're called poison pen letters for a reason. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:46 | |
Mr Tatton... My condolences. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
You're very kind, Mrs McCarthy, | 0:16:58 | 0:17:01 | |
but the best thing in my life has been taken away from me. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:04 | |
Of course. If you'll excuse me. | 0:17:04 | 0:17:07 | |
Oona! | 0:17:09 | 0:17:10 | |
Don't you know its bad luck to come to a funeral in your condition? | 0:17:11 | 0:17:15 | |
Sh! I don't want anyone to know. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
You still haven't told? | 0:17:18 | 0:17:20 | |
It just never seems the right time. | 0:17:20 | 0:17:22 | |
And now these awful letters! | 0:17:22 | 0:17:24 | |
Oh, you shouldn't pay a blind bit of notice to them. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:27 | |
Nobody else has. | 0:17:27 | 0:17:28 | |
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. | 0:17:28 | 0:17:30 | |
And where is your husband? | 0:17:30 | 0:17:32 | |
-I don't know. -Amen. | 0:17:32 | 0:17:33 | |
GLASS SMASHES | 0:17:33 | 0:17:34 | |
-I'm so, so very sorry. -You're drunk! | 0:17:41 | 0:17:45 | |
Drunk? Of course I'm not drunk! | 0:17:45 | 0:17:46 | |
Showing up at my son's funeral in that state! It's disrespectful! | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
Well, your son was hardly the most respectful of people. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
How dare you! | 0:17:52 | 0:17:54 | |
-You seen this? Hm? -What is it? | 0:17:56 | 0:17:58 | |
I think you know. It's true, isn't it? | 0:17:58 | 0:18:00 | |
It was you! You're a murderer! | 0:18:03 | 0:18:05 | |
It should be you in that grave! | 0:18:05 | 0:18:07 | |
-Stand back! -Calm down, please. | 0:18:07 | 0:18:08 | |
You're just going to let him get away with it? | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
We are investigating your son's death, | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
but would ask you to be patient. | 0:18:12 | 0:18:14 | |
It's all right. Don't make a fuss! | 0:18:17 | 0:18:19 | |
Why is everybody staring at me? | 0:18:21 | 0:18:23 | |
I'm sorry, Father, | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
but I had to come here in case I did something I'd regret. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:41 | |
You made a very serious public allegation. | 0:18:41 | 0:18:48 | |
I don't regret one word of it. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:49 | |
What makes you so sure that Dr Crawford killed your son? | 0:18:49 | 0:18:53 | |
You remember how my Eileen died? | 0:18:54 | 0:18:57 | |
A road accident. | 0:18:57 | 0:18:58 | |
Eileen used to drink | 0:19:00 | 0:19:02 | |
till she could hardly put one foot in front of another. | 0:19:02 | 0:19:05 | |
One day, she went to see Dr Crawford... | 0:19:06 | 0:19:09 | |
..drunk out of her mind. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:13 | |
He gave her a prescription for a headache and sent her on her way. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:19 | |
She walked straight into a lorry. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:23 | |
I'm sure if he could have foretold the future, | 0:19:24 | 0:19:26 | |
he would have stopped her. | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
He sent my Eileen to her death and now he's killed my boy. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:32 | |
I'm sure of it! | 0:19:32 | 0:19:34 | |
Did you send those letters, John? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
No, but I'd like to shake the hand of whoever did. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:40 | |
I can't prove he did it, but I know he had the motive. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:47 | |
Really? | 0:19:49 | 0:19:50 | |
Oona was having an affair with Alfred, you know. | 0:19:52 | 0:19:55 | |
He often used to boast about it. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:58 | |
What's wrong with you? I've never seen you drink before. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
-Maybe it's time I started. -What? | 0:20:06 | 0:20:08 | |
Seeing Alfred, a young man, | 0:20:09 | 0:20:11 | |
suddenly taken, it makes you think. Maybe it's time we started living. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:15 | |
But you were drunk at a funeral, Adam! | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
Yes, and in a few hours, I'll be sober, | 0:20:17 | 0:20:19 | |
whereas Alfred... Alfred will... Poor Alfred! | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:26 | |
It's these letters, isn't it? | 0:20:26 | 0:20:27 | |
I just need to lie down for a while. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
Yesterday, you were going to tell me something. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
What? No. No, it's nothing. Go and lie down. | 0:20:36 | 0:20:40 | |
Oona. | 0:20:47 | 0:20:49 | |
I'm sorry. My husband can't see anyone at the moment. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:52 | |
Indeed, he did seem somewhat overwrought. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
He does get upset whenever a patient dies. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:58 | |
Yes, of course. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:00 | |
And you? Were you upset? | 0:21:01 | 0:21:03 | |
What do you mean? | 0:21:03 | 0:21:04 | |
Well, were you close to Alfred Tatton? | 0:21:04 | 0:21:07 | |
No. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:08 | |
I saw him when he came to the surgery, but that's it. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:11 | |
Corona Standard. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:14 | |
Er, yes, it's my husband's. | 0:21:15 | 0:21:17 | |
Why don't you type a notice to say that afternoon surgery is cancelled? | 0:21:19 | 0:21:23 | |
No! He just needed a few minutes' rest. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:26 | |
I'm sure he's better now. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:27 | |
Then I'll pop in and see him. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:30 | |
KNOCKING | 0:21:35 | 0:21:36 | |
Just a minute. | 0:21:37 | 0:21:38 | |
Yes? | 0:21:45 | 0:21:46 | |
Father Brown! | 0:21:48 | 0:21:49 | |
What on earth? | 0:21:52 | 0:21:53 | |
Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you. | 0:21:53 | 0:21:55 | |
There's been a lot of talk about your behaviour today. | 0:21:56 | 0:22:01 | |
My behaviour? All I was trying to do was pay my condolences. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:05 | |
Yet you told John Tatton you were sorry. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:08 | |
What exactly are you sorry about? | 0:22:08 | 0:22:09 | |
I'm sorry that I didn't get to his son sooner... | 0:22:12 | 0:22:14 | |
..that I paused along the way, I'm sorry that I can't bring | 0:22:15 | 0:22:18 | |
people back from the dead. | 0:22:18 | 0:22:21 | |
Sorry. Things just keep going wrong. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
Have any idea who wrote this letter? | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
Some very troubled individual. I won't let it bother me. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:31 | |
That's the spirit. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:34 | |
Didn't know you were an astronomer. | 0:22:37 | 0:22:38 | |
It's just... Just something I dabble in. | 0:22:48 | 0:22:51 | |
Yes, everyone should have a hobby. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
Was there anything else? | 0:22:54 | 0:22:56 | |
No. | 0:22:56 | 0:22:57 | |
I'm so sorry, but they wanted to speak with you. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:01 | |
What's this about? | 0:23:04 | 0:23:05 | |
We can tell you at the station if you'd like to come this way. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:08 | |
-Inspector... -And you can stay right where you are. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:14 | |
I have brought your laundry. A clean cassock. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:33 | |
Yes. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
And I've sorted out the mess you left the accounts in. | 0:23:35 | 0:23:38 | |
No. | 0:23:40 | 0:23:41 | |
-Oh, they asked if you'd like to be the next Pope. -Yes. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:46 | |
I'm sorry, what were you saying? | 0:23:50 | 0:23:53 | |
Oh, nothing important. What's that? | 0:23:53 | 0:23:56 | |
It was written on the typewriter that lives on Oona's desk. | 0:23:56 | 0:24:00 | |
The same typewriter that wrote the poison pen letters. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:04 | |
How do you know? | 0:24:05 | 0:24:06 | |
Look at the O. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:09 | |
Yes? | 0:24:09 | 0:24:10 | |
Every single one blocked in. | 0:24:10 | 0:24:12 | |
But that means... Do you think that... | 0:24:14 | 0:24:17 | |
Right, well, I have tried every typewriter in town. | 0:24:17 | 0:24:22 | |
Not one of them matches. | 0:24:22 | 0:24:24 | |
I think that deserves a cup of tea. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
Or something stronger. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:29 | |
I'm afraid we've discovered something unpleasant. | 0:24:32 | 0:24:35 | |
The letters were written by Oona. | 0:24:37 | 0:24:39 | |
Oona? | 0:24:50 | 0:24:52 | |
Hello? | 0:25:01 | 0:25:02 | |
Sid's shepherd's crook. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
Father Brown? | 0:25:22 | 0:25:23 | |
What have you got there? | 0:25:24 | 0:25:26 | |
Adam's star charts. Your husband said I could | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
-borrow them. -I thought lying was a sin, Father. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:32 | |
Yes, it is. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
And you haven't been honest about your relationship with | 0:25:36 | 0:25:40 | |
Alfred Tatton. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
Of course Alfred used to chase Oona. It was embarrassing! | 0:25:47 | 0:25:51 | |
He seemed to be obsessed with her. | 0:25:51 | 0:25:53 | |
And how did she feel about him? | 0:25:55 | 0:25:56 | |
He repulsed me. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
Did you ever see him outside of the surgery? | 0:26:03 | 0:26:06 | |
Oona? | 0:26:11 | 0:26:12 | |
All right! I did go to the barn on the day that he died, | 0:26:12 | 0:26:14 | |
but only to tell him to leave me alone, once and for all. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:18 | |
Why did you wait so long to talk about this? | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
-Because I knew it would look suspicious. -And it does. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:24 | |
But what is even more suspicious is this. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
I've no idea who wrote the letter. | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
A patient with a grudge? | 0:26:34 | 0:26:35 | |
I think this was written by someone who knows you very well. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
Who wrote the letter? | 0:26:42 | 0:26:44 | |
'It wasn't me.' | 0:26:44 | 0:26:46 | |
It was written on your typewriter. | 0:26:46 | 0:26:49 | |
I could never write such a thing. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:52 | |
The police will believe otherwise. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:55 | |
I can't write English. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:58 | |
What? | 0:27:01 | 0:27:02 | |
All my education was in Gaelic. | 0:27:04 | 0:27:06 | |
I can't read or write English at all. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
You see, despite your lies, someone out there knows the truth. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:17 | |
I'm telling you the truth. I didn't kill him! | 0:27:17 | 0:27:19 | |
Though you admit he had designs on your wife. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:21 | |
Yes, he had excellent taste! | 0:27:21 | 0:27:23 | |
And you knew you were going to lose her. | 0:27:23 | 0:27:25 | |
Oh, don't be ridiculous! | 0:27:25 | 0:27:26 | |
Still, you and Oona had 18 months together. Not a bad innings. | 0:27:26 | 0:27:31 | |
Inspector, just stop this. | 0:27:31 | 0:27:34 | |
Because how could you ever compete with such a young man? | 0:27:34 | 0:27:36 | |
Just stop it, whatever you're suggesting! | 0:27:36 | 0:27:38 | |
One so much more virile! | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
Just shut up! Just shut up about Alfred Tatton! | 0:27:40 | 0:27:43 | |
All right. It was me. | 0:27:51 | 0:27:53 | |
What? | 0:27:55 | 0:27:56 | |
I did it. | 0:27:57 | 0:27:59 | |
I killed him. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:00 | |
I cannot believe I was fooled by that woman! | 0:28:05 | 0:28:09 | |
Well, if that's Ursa Major... | 0:28:09 | 0:28:11 | |
This eye patch must have made me blind! | 0:28:11 | 0:28:13 | |
-..then that should be... -Jesus, Mary and Joseph! | 0:28:13 | 0:28:16 | |
What if it isn't Dr Crawford's? | 0:28:16 | 0:28:17 | |
What if it's... | 0:28:17 | 0:28:19 | |
The pole star! | 0:28:19 | 0:28:20 | |
Are you listening to me? | 0:28:20 | 0:28:22 | |
Mrs McCarthy, don't move. | 0:28:25 | 0:28:28 | |
-What? -Stand perfectly still. | 0:28:28 | 0:28:31 | |
Are you all right, Father? | 0:28:31 | 0:28:33 | |
Yes, unlike the poor soul who will have made these drawings. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:37 | |
-Father, I need to... -Ah, Sid! | 0:28:38 | 0:28:40 | |
You're here to tell me | 0:28:40 | 0:28:41 | |
that Dr Crawford has been charged with murder. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:44 | |
-Well, yeah, that's right. -And indeed he's confessed. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 | |
Well, yeah, he has. How do you know? | 0:28:46 | 0:28:48 | |
Because it's written in the stars. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
Father Brown, I do hope you're here for religious purposes, | 0:28:53 | 0:28:57 | |
and not to meddle. | 0:28:57 | 0:28:58 | |
I don't know what you mean. | 0:28:58 | 0:29:00 | |
Perhaps you should think about leaving things to | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
the professionals from now on. | 0:29:02 | 0:29:04 | |
Never forget, the professionals built the Titanic. | 0:29:04 | 0:29:08 | |
But an amateur built the Ark. | 0:29:08 | 0:29:09 | |
Hello, Adam. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:19 | |
Hello, Father. | 0:29:19 | 0:29:21 | |
Thank you for coming. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:23 | |
I hear you've confessed. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:29 | |
I knew Alfred had designs on Oona, so I followed him to the barn | 0:29:29 | 0:29:33 | |
and told him to leave her alone. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:35 | |
And he laughed at me. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:37 | |
Said I was a clapped-out old has-been, who could never please | 0:29:37 | 0:29:41 | |
her the way he could. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:42 | |
So I climbed the ladder and I threw him into the metal jaws. | 0:29:44 | 0:29:49 | |
I'd like to say it was a moment of madness | 0:29:53 | 0:29:55 | |
but I think I went there intending to do it. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
Well, thank you. | 0:30:00 | 0:30:01 | |
What for? | 0:30:03 | 0:30:04 | |
The story. | 0:30:04 | 0:30:06 | |
And when you're released without charge, | 0:30:06 | 0:30:08 | |
you may think about taking up a new career writing pulp fiction. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:12 | |
Oh? | 0:30:12 | 0:30:13 | |
You wrote those poison pen letters, didn't you? | 0:30:13 | 0:30:15 | |
But why would you write something that could lead to | 0:30:17 | 0:30:20 | |
the hangman's noose? | 0:30:20 | 0:30:21 | |
I think the answer lies in these charts. | 0:30:24 | 0:30:27 | |
They're not stars, are they? | 0:30:28 | 0:30:30 | |
They're marks. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:32 | |
Maybe moles on a human's body. Perhaps a patient? | 0:30:32 | 0:30:37 | |
But not just any old patient. | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
Someone whom you observe every day. | 0:30:41 | 0:30:44 | |
They are a self-portrait... of your body. | 0:30:45 | 0:30:50 | |
If anyone could see through me | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
I might have known it would be you. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:56 | |
Is there something you want to confess? | 0:30:56 | 0:30:58 | |
Bless me Father for I have sinned. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:02 | |
It has been three weeks since my last confession. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:05 | |
And they've been busy weeks. | 0:31:05 | 0:31:07 | |
What are those marks? | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
Tumours on the skin. | 0:31:11 | 0:31:12 | |
The first sign of a virulent form of cancer. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:17 | |
I've only got a few months left. | 0:31:17 | 0:31:19 | |
So sorry. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:23 | |
Well, it's not your fault. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:24 | |
When I found out, my first thought was to take my own life. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:29 | |
But suicide is a mortal sin. | 0:31:29 | 0:31:31 | |
And then came that day in the barn. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
'I'd gone to give Alfred his prescription, | 0:31:39 | 0:31:41 | |
'and he was blind drunk, as usual. | 0:31:41 | 0:31:43 | |
'As I entered, he turned to see who it was and he lost his balance.' | 0:31:44 | 0:31:51 | |
There was nothing I could do to save him. | 0:31:58 | 0:32:00 | |
I see. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:03 | |
There was a whisky bottle on the floor | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
and I knew that John had lost his wife to alcohol and I thought | 0:32:07 | 0:32:11 | |
it might break his heart if his son went the same way. | 0:32:11 | 0:32:14 | |
So I picked it up and took it to my car. | 0:32:15 | 0:32:18 | |
'And then when I came back you were there.' | 0:32:19 | 0:32:21 | |
Father Brown! Everything all right? | 0:32:24 | 0:32:27 | |
I can see how you would want to protect his reputation. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:32 | |
But why frame yourself for a murder that was never committed? | 0:32:32 | 0:32:36 | |
Because I've only got a few months left to live | 0:32:36 | 0:32:41 | |
and a hangman's noose is a less painful end. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
And I'll be saving Oona the trouble of nursing me | 0:32:44 | 0:32:46 | |
and the pain of watching me rot away. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:49 | |
And John. Poor John. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:54 | |
It must be the worst thing in the world to lose your only child. | 0:32:55 | 0:32:59 | |
But he might gain some comfort from believing that it was a crime, | 0:33:00 | 0:33:03 | |
not some random act of God and that the murderer had been punished. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:08 | |
'As I walked towards you that day, | 0:33:10 | 0:33:13 | |
'with that machine in the background, I thought... | 0:33:13 | 0:33:15 | |
'I can't save Alfred. | 0:33:17 | 0:33:18 | |
'But I can help the people left behind. | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
'Before making a quick, painless, if rather theatrical exit myself.' | 0:33:22 | 0:33:28 | |
So, it was almost therapeutic writing those letters. | 0:33:30 | 0:33:34 | |
Knowing they would start a rumour. | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
Which would lead in a few weeks to a guilty verdict. | 0:33:39 | 0:33:42 | |
This is simply suicide by another name. | 0:33:44 | 0:33:46 | |
It will bring no peace to John. It will break Oona's heart. | 0:33:47 | 0:33:52 | |
And it will horrify anyone who has ever known you. | 0:33:55 | 0:33:58 | |
No, you're wrong. | 0:33:58 | 0:33:59 | |
They'll be happy to see me hanged because they'll think I'm guilty. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
Besides, it's too late. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
Public opinion is against me and it's my first court appearance next week. | 0:34:08 | 0:34:12 | |
When they ask me how I plead and I say that one word. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:17 | |
-It's only a matter of time. -It is not too late. | 0:34:20 | 0:34:23 | |
Oh, but it's been good to have someone to confide in. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:26 | |
And it's nice to know that thanks to the seal of the confessional nothing | 0:34:26 | 0:34:29 | |
I've said can go beyond these walls. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:32 | |
'Little runt! | 0:34:45 | 0:34:46 | |
'You're just like your mother! | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
'Things are going to change around here, Dad.' | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
John! | 0:34:55 | 0:34:56 | |
John! | 0:34:58 | 0:35:00 | |
'Things are going to change!' | 0:35:00 | 0:35:01 | |
Father. | 0:35:06 | 0:35:08 | |
Did you know Dr Crawford's appearing in court? | 0:35:16 | 0:35:19 | |
-When? -This afternoon. -Right. | 0:35:19 | 0:35:22 | |
Well, he'll soon get what he deserves. And I can look him | 0:35:23 | 0:35:27 | |
in the eye as the noose goes round his neck. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:31 | |
And I can say, "This is for Alfred." | 0:35:31 | 0:35:33 | |
And when you've done that, will you feel less guilty? | 0:35:34 | 0:35:38 | |
It was me, Father. | 0:35:46 | 0:35:47 | |
I killed him. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:50 | |
Not with my own hands, but I drove him to it. | 0:35:52 | 0:35:54 | |
How? | 0:35:54 | 0:35:56 | |
Three years ago, with Eileen. | 0:35:56 | 0:35:58 | |
I didn't do enough for her, when she was in the gutter. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:03 | |
Someone said she ran in front of that lorry. | 0:36:03 | 0:36:06 | |
And I knew Alfred drank, the way she did, | 0:36:08 | 0:36:11 | |
which was why I was so hard on him. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:13 | |
I wanted him to knuckle down. | 0:36:13 | 0:36:15 | |
But what if I drove him to this? | 0:36:18 | 0:36:20 | |
Was he having an affair with Oona? | 0:36:22 | 0:36:24 | |
I don't know. | 0:36:25 | 0:36:27 | |
Perhaps it was just a teenage boy bragging. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:32 | |
But you needed someone to blame? | 0:36:34 | 0:36:36 | |
I don't really think Dr Crawford did it, Father. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:46 | |
Why would he? | 0:36:46 | 0:36:48 | |
If you truly believe that... you should come to the court. | 0:36:48 | 0:36:53 | |
Please. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:56 | |
Please God, whatever happens to me, will you keep my child safe? | 0:36:58 | 0:37:03 | |
And help me to understand why my husband did this. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:09 | |
Father? | 0:37:16 | 0:37:17 | |
I've just been talking to Mr Tatton. | 0:37:21 | 0:37:23 | |
He's decided to come to court with me. | 0:37:23 | 0:37:26 | |
Right. | 0:37:26 | 0:37:27 | |
I wish that you would do the same. | 0:37:27 | 0:37:29 | |
Just to say goodbye. | 0:37:30 | 0:37:32 | |
To a man you promised to love, to honour... | 0:37:33 | 0:37:38 | |
-Father Brown? -I'm sorry. | 0:37:40 | 0:37:43 | |
I got a bit close to the threshing machine. | 0:37:45 | 0:37:48 | |
It's this chaff... | 0:37:48 | 0:37:49 | |
Chaff? | 0:37:51 | 0:37:52 | |
Yes, I got some in my cassock last week. | 0:37:52 | 0:37:56 | |
It seems to get everywhere. | 0:37:57 | 0:37:59 | |
But I do my husband's laundry and his suit was completely spotless. | 0:38:00 | 0:38:04 | |
Was it? | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
Yes, it was! | 0:38:07 | 0:38:09 | |
RADIO: 'A general practitioner is to appear in court today, | 0:38:11 | 0:38:14 | |
'charged with the murder of one of his patients. | 0:38:14 | 0:38:16 | |
'Dr Adam Crawford of Kembleford, Gloucestershire, is said to | 0:38:16 | 0:38:20 | |
'have deliberately pushed 19-year-old Alfred Tatton to his death.' | 0:38:20 | 0:38:24 | |
SHOUTING | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
Adam, why are you doing this? | 0:38:27 | 0:38:29 | |
We know you didn't kill Alfred. I know he drank. | 0:38:29 | 0:38:32 | |
Are you trying to punish me? Because I've done nothing wrong. | 0:38:32 | 0:38:35 | |
Just go, Oona. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:37 | |
I can't. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:38 | |
Everyone thinks I was with Alfred and that's why you killed him. | 0:38:38 | 0:38:42 | |
People spit at me in the street. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
I did a terrible thing. | 0:38:44 | 0:38:45 | |
And now I have to pay for it. | 0:38:45 | 0:38:47 | |
No, you don't. You're lying and you're destroying my life. | 0:38:47 | 0:38:51 | |
-Why? -You have to forget me. You have to leave Kembleford. | 0:38:51 | 0:38:54 | |
You can start again. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:55 | |
With a child who'll never know their father? | 0:38:55 | 0:38:59 | |
What? | 0:38:59 | 0:39:01 | |
I'm going to have your baby. | 0:39:01 | 0:39:02 | |
Adam. I love you! | 0:39:06 | 0:39:09 | |
MAN COUGHS | 0:39:28 | 0:39:29 | |
Are you Adam Henry Crawford of Kembleford in Gloucestershire? | 0:39:30 | 0:39:35 | |
-I am. -Adam Henry Crawford... | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
..you are accused of the wilful murder of Alfred Tatton. | 0:39:42 | 0:39:45 | |
How do you plead? | 0:39:47 | 0:39:49 | |
Not guilty. | 0:40:07 | 0:40:08 | |
-I've come to see my husband. -Take her through. | 0:40:16 | 0:40:19 | |
You'll get into serious trouble one day. Interfering in police business. | 0:40:23 | 0:40:27 | |
I don't believe this was police business. | 0:40:27 | 0:40:30 | |
This was a terrible accident, | 0:40:30 | 0:40:32 | |
where, for whatever reason, someone decided to take the blame. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:36 | |
Perhaps on this occasion, you might be right. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
Indeed. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:41 | |
And perhaps some things are too important to be left to | 0:40:42 | 0:40:45 | |
the professionals. | 0:40:45 | 0:40:46 | |
How could you tell such a terrible lie? | 0:40:58 | 0:41:00 | |
For a long time now, I've not been very well, and... | 0:41:06 | 0:41:11 | |
I couldn't bare the thought of you seeing me suffer. | 0:41:11 | 0:41:13 | |
So I thought this would be the easy way out. | 0:41:15 | 0:41:19 | |
Is it serious? | 0:41:20 | 0:41:22 | |
You will get better? | 0:41:23 | 0:41:24 | |
I don't know. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:28 | |
But doctors said you could never have children, | 0:41:28 | 0:41:30 | |
so what do they know? | 0:41:30 | 0:41:32 | |
Is there anything we can do? | 0:41:32 | 0:41:33 | |
I can find out. I'm not giving up. | 0:41:34 | 0:41:37 | |
What are we going to call this baby? | 0:41:40 | 0:41:43 | |
Well...do you want a boy or a girl? | 0:41:45 | 0:41:50 | |
I want a girl. I want a girl just like you. | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
I think we should call her Hope. | 0:41:59 | 0:42:00 | |
Mrs McCarthy! Turned your back on piracy, I see. | 0:42:13 | 0:42:18 | |
Are you...knitting? | 0:42:18 | 0:42:20 | |
No. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:22 | |
Well, yes, obviously, but for no particular reason. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:27 | |
You knew Oona was expecting, didn't you? | 0:42:27 | 0:42:30 | |
All right, but I was sworn to secrecy. | 0:42:31 | 0:42:35 | |
Even though it would have been quite useful for me to know. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:38 | |
Oh, talk of the devil. | 0:42:38 | 0:42:40 | |
How are you, Oona? | 0:42:40 | 0:42:42 | |
I'm great, thanks, Father Brown. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
How's Adam? | 0:42:44 | 0:42:46 | |
He's fine, he's...looking forward to the future. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:50 | |
Oh, that's very good to hear. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
Of course, I never suspected either of you of anything. | 0:42:53 | 0:42:56 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Course not. | 0:42:56 | 0:42:58 | |
And I hope you will accept this little | 0:42:59 | 0:43:02 | |
garment as a token of our ongoing friendship. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:05 | |
Thank you. | 0:43:05 | 0:43:06 | |
That's very impressive knitwear, Mrs McCarthy. | 0:43:06 | 0:43:10 | |
But I think I read that women of Breganmore have much more | 0:43:10 | 0:43:13 | |
chance of producing twins. | 0:43:13 | 0:43:16 | |
Old wives' tales. | 0:43:16 | 0:43:17 | |
No, it's true. Sure, I'm one of triplets myself. | 0:43:17 | 0:43:21 | |
Oh... | 0:43:21 | 0:43:22 | |
Indeed. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:24 | |
I'll have to get some more wool, then! | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
Yes, I think you will. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:28 | |
Happy knitting. | 0:43:28 | 0:43:29 |