All language subtitles for Father Brown - S08E05 (EN)

Another one.

Thank you.

Can I pay for your drink?
I hate to see a lady in distress.

You are very sweet, but I don't
think that would be appropriate.

Why ever not?

Not that the swine
remembered our anniversary.

An unforgiveable oversight.

Isn't it strange, don't you think,

how some people find it hard to
treasure what they already have?

That's an excellent question,
Mr...?

Fenthorpe. Harry.

Philippa Thubron.

A beautiful name.

It's ghastly.
You can call me Pippa.

In which case, Pippa...

..I won't tell if you won't.

Ah! Champagne!

Shh.

I thought you said your husband
was away on business?

He is, but I don't want to wake
the new housekeeper.

I get the feeling she's
a bit of a prude.

Happy anniversary!

Sorry.

I think I've had a little too
much to drink.

I wish you the sweetest of dreams.

And that's when my wife happened to
walk into the shed.

Ah.

Well.

In that case.

Deinde ego te absolvo a peccatis
tuis in nomine Patris,

et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

I think...perhaps a visit
to the doctor.

Just in case.

Anyone else?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been so long
since my last confession,

I can't really remember how
all this works.

Hercule.

Are you here to confess your sins?

Well, why else would I have come,
Father? Very well.

You had better make a start,
else we shall both be here

until the last trumpet sounds.
Touche.

Very well, I shall cut to the chase.

I seek your assistance.

To help you back to God?

To catch a thief.

One who specialises in religious
antiquities.

You seek my assistance to
help catch yourself?

Not me! Another thief.

Goes by the name of Alexander
Romanici. I've never heard of him.

But I imagine you have heard
of the 15th-century chest

depicting the Stations of the Cross
that went missing

from a private collection in Naples
last month?

A collection protected
by a 24-hour armed guard.

I assumed that was you.

Flattering, but no.

Alexander Romanici appeared
from nowhere a few months ago

and has already gained
a reputation for daring heists

pulled off with aplomb.

And you do not relish
the competition?

Alexander Romanici has a very
annoying habit

of getting there first.

Why should I help you
capture this thief,

when your only motivation is to
commit the same crimes yourself?

Surely, Father, you should leap at
any chance

to guide a sinner towards
redemption?

If that means
a period of incarceration

so they may better reflect
on their life choices, then...

By the same logic, I should turn you
over to the authorities.

I am a lost cause,
Father, you know that.

I do not believe in hopeless causes.

The Lord gives eternal hope.

Think of these precious artefacts,
Father.

How do we know that
Alexander Romanici treats them

with the same care that I do?

Hercule, if you do not wish to
repent,

would you be so kind as to vacate
the confessional,

so someone else can
seek forgiveness from God?

Or perhaps you would prefer that I
called for Inspector Mallory?

Patience is a virtue, Father.
I'm getting to my point.

You see, my research found no
trace of anyone with the name

Alexander Romanici.
There were, however,

clues at each crime scene as to
Romanici's true identity.

A thread of dark hair.

A single smudge on a wine glass.

The lingering scent of perfume.

Perfume?

A distinctive scent.

One I recognised instantly.

Come to bed. Wake up!

Just a minute. I just need...

Your new housekeeper?
What does she look like?

It was the name, however,
that confirmed my suspicions.

Alexander Romanici.

It is an anagram.

Marianne Delacroix.

It appears my daughter is
trying to punish me

for refusing her request
to join forces. Ah.

And, presumably,

the small matter of being absent for
the first 20 years of her life.

There is that.

I take it you are still not
keen on her joining the family firm?

She has already stolen from some
very dangerous people.

She is playing with fire.

Would you prefer she were in jail?
Perhaps there is another way.

Now, she won't listen to me,
obviously, but you...

Please, Father.

I understand her
desire for vengeance.

But I am afraid
she will take this game too far.

Now, I may not have been
the best role model,

but I do not want tragedy
to befall her.

If we can find a way of getting
you two face-to-face,

and in doing so prove that it's only
a matter of time before the police,

or worse, catch up with her...

You hope she will reconsider
her path in life?

Exactly. Would it not be better to
lead by example?

It's a bit late for that,
don't you think?

I take it you have a plan.

First, we need to get Marianne's
attention with the right artefact.

Something she knows
I would like to get my hands on.

Father! Have you seen this?
The lost ring of St Edward!

Can you imagine? Found after...
Well, it must be hundreds of years!

Then we need to convince
Marianne to move fast.

The Ring of St Edward will
go on display at Gloucester Museum

this Saturday for one day only,

before being taken to London
for further examination.

Police are on the lookout for
notorious thief Hercule Flambeau,

previously thought deceased,
following a tip-off

that he is very much alive and
intends to steal the rare artefact.

After that, we simply need to
catch her in the act.

What will happen to the ring?
Why does it matter?

It isn't real.

It's a bauble I picked up
in a Parisian flea market.

Fortunately, the current curator
of this museum is ill-informed,

suggestible and often, by this time
of day, three sheets to the wind.

Don't you think your daughter will
recognise it's a fake?

Not until she examines it
for herself.

And by then, it'll be too late.

Do you think we will catch her?

Trust me. We'll catch her.

All we have to do is watch and wait.

Hello, Marianne.
Glad you could come.

Who are you?!

Me? I'm a mug, that's who I am.

You can have the poxy ring.
Don't want it anyway.

I was only doing what I was told!
By whom?

Alexander Romanici.

Tell me everything or I'll stuff you
and put you on display.

I was involved in the
Cheltenham Racecourse robbery, see?

Got a letter from this Romanici
fella saying he'd grass me up

if I didn't do what he told me.
I had no choice!

Where did you arrange to meet
Mr Romanici to hand the ring over?

Letter didn't say
anything about handing it over.

Just to pinch it.

Oh, and to give you this
if you turned up.

Said, 'A fella with a beard.
He'll probably be with a priest.'

To be honest, I thought
that last bit was a joke.

Time to leave, I think.

Typical!

Sorry again about the driving.
Quite all right.

That one police car was
surprisingly tenacious.

Well, at least we got home all
right,

which is more than can be
said for that poor fox.

Father. How lovely to see you again!

Father.
I wish I could say the same for you.

Did you enjoy your trip to the
museum?

We simply wished to talk to you.
Why bother?

You clearly consider me a fool

if you think I'd be
duped by that dreadful ring!

I could tell from the photograph
it was a replica.

Father, perhaps you could...?

We wanted to dissuade you
from continuing with a life of...

..illegal activity.

A tad hypocritical, don't you think,

considering how you
spent your evening?

No, I have a better idea.

A contest.

A contest?

To discover who is the better thief,
my father or me.

What are the stakes?

We must each offer a prized
piece from our private collection.

I shall offer
the Stations of the Cross chest

I stole in Naples last month.

You must offer up
the Florentine Chalice.

You told me that wasn't you!

Did I? Very well...

I haven't finished.

The winner takes both items
and continues with whatever

activities they see fit.

The loser, however,

pledges to return their entire
collection to the authorities.

You must be out of your mind!

My collection is
the rival of any in Europe.

AND renounce their life
of crime for good.

You are not serious.
Oh, I am deadly serious.

The loser must pledge to
do their utmost to be a law-abiding,

decent citizen from this day
forward.

Refraining from
so much as littering in the street.

Impossible.
Don't you believe you can beat me?

Of course I can beat you...
So what's the problem?

Very well.

And how is the contest
to be decided?

Good point, Father. Thievery
is an art form, after all. Mm.

Father Brown shall be the judge.

He does seem to have a singular
understanding of the criminal mind.

Let him
decide how we are to be tested

and who shall emerge victorious.

I'm assuming, of course,
you trust him to be a fair referee?

There is no man I trust more.

Father, what do you say?

What possible reason could you
have for agreeing?

They have both sworn to
respect my decision.

Which means one of them, at least,
will renounce their life of crime.

If you think for one second that
Hercule Flambeau is going to

play by the rules, then you have
less sense than a flea, Father.

I have to say,
I agree with Mrs M on this one.

I refuse to give up hope.

I believe there is a part of him
that craves redemption.

If there is, it's a very small part.

And what of Marianne?
She is new to this path of sin.

If my involvement prevents her
from making her father's mistakes,

it is my duty to try.

Alternatively, and I am just playing
devil's advocate here,

you could lock the church door with
them both inside,

and call the police.

Oh, at least promise us
you'll be careful.

They are doing battle.
I'm merely the umpire.

Yes, but where Flambeau's
concerned,

events have a nasty habit
of escalating.

That is why I am so glad that
I can count on your help.

Oh.

I will set you five tasks,

testing the skills necessary for
your chosen profession.

Whoever completes a task first will
receive one of five chess pieces,

rook, knight, bishop, queen or king.

Whoever has the most
pieces at the end, wins.

And what about the chest?
And my chalice?

I trust you will keep them safe.
Well said.

I wouldn't want my prize to
go missing.

I've already chosen where to put it.
Fear not.

They will be watched over
by an ever-vigilant eye.

So what's the first task?
This morning,

I hid the first piece in the custody
cell at Kembleford Police Station.

Jonathan.

Sergeant Goodfellow has kindly
conceded that what happened

was an accident.

Your mother is
waiting for you at home.

Might I suggest that next time you
exercise a little common sense?

Father. Or you will end up in more
serious trouble.

You have to retrieve it without
being caught.

You want us to walk into a police
station in broad daylight?

There is a chance the Kembleford
Constabulary still believe

you are dead, Hercule.

Perhaps you could put a sheet
over your head,

pretend you're a ghost.

Oi! You all right there, sir?
I think you've had enough.

Get off me!
Hey, I'm only trying to help.

I don't want your help! I think you
need to calm down, my friend.

Oh, do you?

You need to start behaving yourself
and get yourself home,

otherwise I'll have no choice
but to take you in.

Oh... Oh...

Right, with me. What you doing?

What are you doing?!

Come on, you.
Take your hands off me. Yes, yes.

Let me go. What's this?
Nothing for you to worry about, sir.

This one's had more than
he can handle, is all.

I'll put him
in the cell to sleep it off,

and I'll...deal with him
when he's sobered up.

All yours, love.
The cleaner's off sick,

young Gladys here has stepped in as
her replacement.

Come on, you. No, wait, wait!
Come on. Wait!

Come on, in the cell. Wait, no!
Get in.

Mrs McCarthy,
these scones are divine!

Oh, how very kind of you to say.

Hercule, I see they let you out.

Just a slap on the wrist,
that's all.

Fortunately, they still think I'm
Bert Frogmore, a local pig farmer.

I am glad you are exploring
options for alternative employment,

Daddy dearest.

I would hate for you to be
destitute.

We have barely started, my girl.

What's next?

An hour from now, there will be
a christening at St Mary's.

Afterwards, Mrs McCarthy will walk
from the church to the presbytery.

The next piece will be in her
handbag.

You have to take it from her before
she reaches her destination.

No disrespect to Mrs McCarthy,
but is this wise?

I mean, she is hardly the most
formidable opponent

if it comes to a physical
confrontation.

Oh, you'd be surprised.
Oh, thank you!

You are not allowed to touch or harm
Mrs McCarthy or her property,

if you do, you will be disqualified

and the piece will go
to your opponent.

I have no idea how you convinced me
to participate in this...debacle!

And as for you two...

..I shall not let go
of this handbag.

So you may as well give up now!

Could you not follow on behind?

Rules of the contest.

Everything will be tickety-boo.

All you have to do is walk
back to the presbytery.

That is easy enough for you to say.

You're not the one being used
as a target for ruthless criminals!

Remember,
they're not allowed to touch you.

And anyway, Hercule wouldn't hurt
a fly.

What? We will meet you back
at the presbytery in a few minutes.

And I will make you a nice
cup of tea.

Now, good luck!

You stay away from me! Now, you have nothing to
fear from me, Mrs McCarthy. I simply wish to talk.

I am not giving you the chess piece.
I have promised Father Brown.

No, I completely understand.

But the thing is...

If I win, then my father has pledged
to give up his criminal activities

and I thought that you would want
Father Brown released

from such a...corrupting influence.

Nothing could ever corrupt
Father Brown! Ah, ah.

No, but you must admit he does
allow my father

to put him in some
dangerous situations.

Why not help me to deliver
him...from evil?

No! No. I have given my word
and that is final.

But... Good day...Miss Delacroix.

Oh, heavens above,
what's the matter with you?

No, you dry those tears.

Is it your knee?

Is that what you've done? Oh, it's
very bruised,

but I don't see any blood, so no
blood, no symp...

Come back here, you little scamp!

Oh, Bridget McCarthy, you are a
fool!

That's what you are!

You have a bright future, my girl.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Good afternoon.

The Honourable Penelope Windermere.

I need to have a peek
inside my safety deposit box.

Certainly, madam.

Oh, sorry, sir. Watch where you're
going, will you?

Congratulations, daughter.

You have exceeded my expectations.

Why waste your energy
in patronising platitudes

when you should be busy
planning for your retirement?

Ahem.

Yes, Father.

We need a tie-breaker.

So? Meet me at St Mary's tomorrow
morning at ten o'clock

and I will tell you all
you need to know.

And what do we do until then?

Perhaps you should spend your time
trying to resolve your differences?

I'd rather get an early night.

I anticipated one of you
might try this,

although my money
was on your father.

I was merely making sure
that my property is safe.

I was worried
he might have stolen it already.

Or are you concerned that
you may lose?

Lose? To him?!

His pride will be his downfall.

Yet there is fear in your eyes.

Hatred, not fear.

Tell me, Marianne.

What is the real reason you
laid down this challenge?

You know the reason. To punish my
father...

..for casting me aside...

..and to prove that I am the greater
thief.

What other reason could there be?

Very well. In that case,
you'd better get some sleep.

You'll need your wits
about you in the morning.

'The victory bell soon shall ring,
for whosoever finds the king.

'Within this realm of prayers
and stones,

'it lies beneath a pile of bones.'

A bit Robert Louis Stevenson,
isn't it, Father?

Whoever finds the location of the
king, will win the final piece.

'Victory bell...'

It's a waste of time.

If it lies beneath bones, it is
hardly going to be up here.

The churchyard? I suppose it's
too much to hope for

that one of the graves
belongs to a Mr King?

Father Brown wouldn't have us
digging up consecrated ground.

Unless...

Help me.

Help you?!

This crypt houses some of the bones
of King Penda of Mercia,

a pagan convert to Christianity.

Perhaps there is some cavity
underneath.

If you help, we can move it.

And how would that
benefit either of us?

Or do you wish for us
to wrestle for whatever lies below?

I thought we might cross that
bridge when we came to it?

Perhaps this was all
part of Father Brown's plan?

To force us to work together,
find a compromise.

And what compromise would
you suggest? I was wrong.

Let's join forces.

Keep our treasures.

Together, there is nothing we
couldn't accomplish.

This is a trick.

Natural that you might think that.

I wasn't there for you
when you were growing up

and when I finally had the
opportunity to get to know you,

I pushed you away.

But, please, don't let my past
mistakes

ruin the chance we have now.

And if I were to agree?

We go together, right now, to Father
Brown and tell him the contest is off.

I know I don't deserve your
forgiveness.

All I ask for is another chance.

Come here.

This is all I ever wanted.

I know.

What are you doing?!?

Like I told Father Brown,
your pride will be your downfall.

This was never about you.

I don't understand.

The things I have stolen.

The crimes I have committed.

It wasn't to get your attention.

I did it because I am
good at it.

As for joining forces,
I am better off without you.

I always have been.

If you care so little,
why bother with all this?

Because I need your chalice!
That is all.

My chalice? Why?

Compensation.

The chest I stole, it turns out, was
the property of Vincenzo Murgida.

The head of the Camorra
crime family?

Murgida found out it was me

and he made me a deal.

I return the chest and give him your
chalice by way of apology and...

..I don't get chopped into tiny
pieces and fed to his dogs.

You intend to give him
both artefacts?

As soon as I retrieve
the final piece.

Murgida is nearby, waiting,

in case I attempt to run.

Marianne, listen.

These people, you think
they will simply forgive and forget?

Give them the artefacts and they
will kill you anyway,

just to prove that they can.
You're wrong.

What if I'm not? Let me help you!

Didn't you hear me, Father?

I don't need your help.

Marianne! Marianne, don't do this!

Where is it?

I cannot help you.

Why not? You really think my father
plays by the rules?

Tell me where the final piece is

and you will go down in history
as the man who made the infamous

Hercule Flambeau finally
turn his back on sin.

The riddle contains all
you need to know.

'Within this realm of prayers
and stones.'

The altar stone!

To remove the mensa would mean the
altar would lose its consecration.

No.

'Within this realm.'

Somewhere nearby.

'A pile of bones.'

Stand.

All this time?

Congratulations.

You have beaten your father.

And where is he, by the way?

Hmm, he has been unavoidably
detained.

Your superiority is proven.

Why now continue down this road
to damnation?

The chest and the chalice.

Now.

I am so sorry!

What do you mean,
'They are missing'?

Well, I must have nodded off and
then, when I woke up, they were gone.

No, this is a trick.

You and my father planned
this together!

Father Brown would never do
any such thing.

I gave you my word
I would be a neutral judge.

So where are they?!

Your father.

You said he'd been detained?

He's taken them, hasn't he?

It would appear so.

They are going to kill me.

Let me help you.

There is nothing you can do.

Murgida won't stop until I'm dead.

Well, we will find your father,
and tell him why...

He already knows.

See what sort of man he is?

He would rather let his own daughter
die than lose a bet!

I cannot believe that.

He broke into my room upstairs.

Went through my belongings.

Probably checking for loose change.

And now he has disappeared with
the chest and the chalice.

I need to get as far
away from here as possible.

Something missing?

A notebook.

You like a wager.

I bet you a shilling that you wrote where you
are meeting the Camorra in your notebook.

Your father hasn't cheated you.
He is trying to save you.

Who are you?

My name is Hercule Flambeau.

I have heard this name.

You are thief.

You are here to steal from me?

I am here on behalf
of Marianne Delacroix.

She was supposed to come in
person.

We had a deal.

Unfortunately, she has been held up.

A problem with the local police.

Let me guess...you are the father.

You have the same arrogance in your
eyes.

I wish to repay her debt.

To conclude
the business between you.

You have the chest and the chalice?
Yes. Where are they?

If I give them to you,
how do I know you won't kill me?

Or my daughter, for that matter?

You don't.

Ooh. Hmm.

Your daughter should be more careful
who she steals from.

She is young. She won't make the
same mistake again.

As her father, I take full
responsibility for her actions.

I respect that. A father should look
after his daughter.

Protect her and, of all people, I
know how troublesome

one's children can be.

I give you my word that
your daughter will not be harmed.

Thank you.

You heard him. The man wishes to
take the full responsibility.

Ooof! Ow!

It has been a pleasure to do
business with you.

When you are finished,
throw him in the incinerator.

Wait! Do not beg for your life.

You'll only embarrass us both.

Let me work for you. Work for me?

I am an exceptional thief.
I have contacts across Europe.

I am more use to you alive.

And what would you be
prepared to do for me?

Anything. Anything? Anything.

Get the boy.

We need to do something.

Now!

What?! They are armed with guns.
We have nothing.

We have your car.

Go, get in, pump the accelerator,
and then start it up.

I...I don't
understand.

It's a trick, taught to me by my
old friend, Sid.

Not very good for your engine,
I'm afraid,

but it may just
save your father's life.

Go!

Last night, outside the pub, I
caught him trying to steal from me.

I had not yet decided his
punishment,

but you have helped me to reach a
decision.

Dagli la pistola.

Kill him.

Kill him or my friend here kills
you.

And then we find your daughter.
You gave your word.

The rules have changed.

The boy or your daughter.
Which is it to be?

I am a patient man,
but do not test me.

If you wish to save yourself
and your daughter, kill the boy.

Police! Stay where you are!

Only me.

I thought you might need some
assistance.

Father! You are a sight for sore
eyes.

You know I wouldn't have killed you,
right?

To be fair, I warned young Jonathan
he would get into serious trouble.

Learned your lesson?

But how did you guess where Father
Brown had hidden the artefacts?

I clearly know my old
friend too well.

He would never leave such valuable
items unsupervised

while there were two master
criminals about.

And there are very few people he
would trust

to be his ever-vigilant eye.

Do you think Murgida will
come after you?

He probably thinks I'm locked
up in some prison somewhere.

Either way, I doubt he'd feel it was
worth the effort,

now that he has the artefacts.

Thank you for your...assistance.

Still, I could have found a way to
deal with Murgida myself.

And, of course, this doesn't change
anything.

The bet.

You lost.

Excuse me? I got the final piece.

We may not have the chest and the
chalice any more, but the deal remains.

You must return your collection
and turn your back on crime.

You gave your word.

I did.

And will you keep it?
My word is my bond.

You might believe me to be
duplicitous, but a deal is a deal,

and I would never seek to
wriggle out of my obligations.

I am glad you feel as I do.

There is one problem, however.

I knew it!

I do not dispute
the terms of the wager.

The issue is...

..I didn't lose.

I got the final piece.

Father, forgive me if I am wrong,

but were your precise words not
'Whoever has the most pieces, wins'?

That is what I said.

Exactly! I have three pieces
while you only have two.

So you found some duplicate pieces.

You really think we'd
fall for that?!

Look...

This is all I ever wanted.

I know.

We had a deal! Father,
surely you agree this doesn't count.

I was clearly the winner!
This is the end. I have more pieces.

Only because you stole them from me!

During a contest to see who was
the better thief.

Oh! That isn't fair! Father?

This is exactly why you must stop,
Marianne.

Fairness and justice have no place
in the world that you have chosen.

You know what?
I release you from your obligation.

The path you choose is up to you,

but you shouldn't waste your life
proving that you are better than me.

There's no need.

I never doubted it for a moment.

Yes?

Please don't tell me someone has
died.

I have an appointment
at the dentist in an hour.

Nothing like that, Inspector.

In fact, I have good news.

A sinner has seen
the error of their ways

and wishes to return some
stolen items.

And who might this be?

Sorry, the seal of the confessional.

Still, the retrieval of the goods
will prove to be

a feather in your cap, even if
the culprit remains at large.

The address where the goods
are being held

and a description of the more
significant items.

But these are...

How did...?

Flambeau! Has to be him! I knew
that sneaky blighter wasn't dead!

I can assure you, Inspector, that Flambeau
was not behind any of these crimes.

Not directly, at least.

And I can give you my word that the
culprit has renounced their life of crime.

I need to speak to the Chief Super.

Yes, now!

Hmm.

Check!

Perhaps you should consider
early retirement after all.

Why should I? I won the bet.

Would it be such a bad thing?

You think my daughter has awoken
some long-forgotten goodness in me?

How do you know I didn't predict
how this would all play

out from the start and won
the wager by exploiting you both?

You are saying
you are as ruthless as ever?

Least think about it.

Eventually, we will all have to face
the final judgment.

And ruthlessness cannot
save you then.

Checkmate.

You have always been a worthy
adversary, Father.

One more...for old time's sake?

Well...perhaps one more.