All language subtitles for 05.The Daughter Of Autolycus.en

COLLEGE BELL RINGS

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Gas board, Miss.
- The meter's at the top of the stairs.

SHE GASPS

RADIO: The Pope's coronation gift
to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth

has left Vatican City on the first leg
of its journey to London.

The Pelagius Cross, a magnificent necklace
comprised of emeralds and rubies

is said to be beyond price.

It will be accompanied to London
by representatives of His Holiness

and a co-hort of Swiss guards.

The Papal Prelate will visit the Roman Catholic
dioceses of Liverpool and Gloucester

before arriving in London, where the gift will be
presented to Her Majesty

at a state banquet at
Buckingham Palace.

BELL CHIMES

In nomine Patris, et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.

Ah, Father, how very capricious.
- BELL RINGS

We were just on our way to find you.
- Seen the news then?

Such an honour! Not that the
likes of us will get a glimpse.

That is where you're wrong, Mrs M.
I thought you should see this.

It's all very last-minute and hush-hush,
what with the high security.

"Bishop Raynard requests
the pleasure of your company

at a reception to present
the Pelagius Cross".

SHE GASPS
- Idiot.

Not you, Mrs McCarthy.

He makes Bishop Talbot...
- God rest his soul.

Look like Solomon.
- You thinking what we're thinking?

Opportunity makes a thief.

Sheffield Steel. Capable of withstanding
five pounds of explosives.

You could dynamite the building
and it would be left standing.

That is of huge consolation.

I'm stationing four men inside the room
and two more outside the door.

No entry or exit from the window

a sheer drop of fifty feet to the ground
with a reassuring lack of footholds.

Good afternoon, Bishop Reynard.
Father Brown.

Which one?

My lord?

I have two incumbents named Brown.

Parish of Little Haydock -
competent but uninspired -

and Kembleford -
total ruddy liability.

Which, I wonder, are you?

Take a wild guess.
What d'you want, Padre?

I believe you are holding a reception
for the Pelagius Cross.

İf you're angling for an invitation,
I regret your presence isn't requisite.

It's not my presence
you should be worried about.

Are you familiar with the name
of Hercule Flambeau?

Who isn't?

What makes you think
he'll turn up in Gloucester?

Call it an educated guess.
- I know what I'd call it.

It's exactly the prize he would covet.

And the opportunity he needs.

He'd have to blow the safe without
razing the building, and escape on wings.

Until the jewel is removed from the safe
for display to all and sundry.

To a select group of highly vetted guests.

Where it will be surrounded by my men.

If Frenchy is moronic enough to turn up,
we'll nab him.

He's a master of disguise.
- I assume there's a point to all this.

I'm one of the few people
that can identify him.

Let me be your eyes and ears, my lord.
- You can see yourself out.

I answer to a higher authority
than you, inspector.

Indeed he does.

Very well, Father.

You've a file thicker than my arm

but unlike my predecessor, I believe in keeping
the more intransigent elements where I can see them.

On your own head.

But for the record, one of the cardinals
is tipped to be the next Secretary of State.

Embarrass me and the torments of Job
will feel like the mildest of rebukes.

Whoever described England
as green and pleasant

had never laid eyes on Liverpool.

Or eaten its food.

What news from Home?
ls there any word on Cardinal Brunocelli?

HE SIGHS

There is no change in his condition.

He has remarkable stamina
for a man of 98.

Any rumours to his successor?

His Eminence has decided to wait
until his body is cold

before announcing his replacement.

Alora, let us pray for him.

This is becoming tedious.

Humble acts of genuflection.
They always appear so conceited.

Deference is a virtue that has
sadly passed you by.

I hear you're playing guard dog
at the reception.

Is that what you want?

You're in danger of becoming predictable.
- Oh, never second-guess a thief.

It limits your chances of catching them.

You want to steal the Pelagius Cross
and I want to stop you.

The rules have changed.
This time I need your help.

Her name is Marianne Delacroix.

She was kidnapped two days ago
from her lodgings in Oxford.

My name is Nero Hound.

Please don't scream.
There's no one to hear you.

You've made a mistake.

I've no family to pay you ransom.

I don't make mistakes,
Miss Marianne Delacroix.

Born 2nd June 1931, educated at
Oheltenham Ladies' College and the Sorbonne.

Now taking your PhD in Fine Art
at St Hilda's College, Oxford

where you have many acquaintances
but no real friends

and live alone with your cat, Autolycus.

Do you know who Autolycus was, Terry?

He was the son of the god Hermes

inheriting his father's skills
for theft and trickery

and bequeathed the gift that his thieving
could never be caught.

An unusual name for a pet,
Miss Delacroix.

What do you want?

Please. No.

Oh, rest assured.
I prefer my women... willing.

And I desire something
far more precious than your virtue.

FLAMBEAU:
I received this.

FATHER BROWN: A ransom note?
- FLAMBEAU: Crude but efficacious.

The sender was good enough
to leave his signature.

FATHER BROWN: A dog.
- FLAMBEAU: A black dog.

The mark of Nero Hound - a miscreant
mongrel with dangerous aspirations.

Friend of yours?
- An old score to settle.

He'd cut her throat in a heartbeat.

FATHER BROWN:
She's very beautiful.

Although, if you
don't mind my saying...

she's rather young
for you, isn't she?

She's my daughter.

You know my father.

Better than most.

Then you have me
at another disadvantage.

I know he's the only man
that can steal the Pelagius Cross

from a cohort of Swiss guards.

My father abandoned me
before I was born.

He abandoned me
to a Colombian firing squad.

So, we have something in common.

And if he doesn't bring you this jewel?

Be assured, I'll take no pleasure in killing you.

I've never met the man.

What makes you think he cares if I live or die?

Pride?

He has until 7pm on Monday.

FATHER BROWN:
Her mother?

FLAMBEAU: A ballerina
in the corps at the Paris opera.

A brief pas de deux.
Strangers passing in the night.

FATHER BROWN:
A stranger who bore you a child.

I thought you'd approve.

What? I spared her my corrupting presence
and honoured my obligations.

Denied her father's love.

You of all people should know
how that feels.

She received every advantage.

The finest education money can buy.
- And in return?

I received a photograph
once a year from her mother.

Look, you've reason enough
not to trust me.

The truth is in her eyes.

I believe she is your daughter.

And you have surprised me.

What do you want?

I want you to practise what you preach.

Excluding the eighth
commandment, presumably.

But not the tenth.

Greed is a sin and
your church is rotten with it.

The Pope is St Peter's successor.

Theft from him is theft from God.

A God who favours the poor over the rich?

You could say I was doing him a favour.

And my soul?

You preach that
possessions are worthless.

Only God and men have eternal value.

You would blackmail me
with my own morality?

Oh, I'll do whatever it takes.

And you would rather a theft
on your conscience than a life.

I believe you want to save her.

Perhaps after all there is
some hope for your redemption.

Run that by me again.

Flambeau wants you to help him steal the Pope's
coronation gift to the Queen of England?

Well, he wants me to look
the other way while he steals it.

What's the difference?

Well, I'm hoping God
will make the distinction.

And you would see through his disguise.

He is not involving her as well.
- I can speak for myself thank you, Sidney.

And you believe this
cock-and-bull story of his?

I believe that she's his daughter.
- LADY FELICIA: Father Brown's right.

The resemblance is startling.
- So what if she is?

They're probably in it together.
- I don't think so.

Look at her eyes.
- FATHER BROWN: Ah...

You've noticed that as well.

If this were a ploy,
she'd be trying to look scared.

But that's not fear, ifs defiance.

This is the Pope's gift to Her Majesty
we're talking about!

In my experience, Mrs McCarthy,
jewels are vastly overrated.

BELL RINGS

Welcome, Your Eminence.

Inspector Mallory from
the Kembleford Constabulary

may I present Cardinal Bonipogio...

Head of Protocol.

And Cardinal Papillon.

Chief of Security.

I think you'll find my arrangements
more than satisfactory.

Hmm.

May l...?
- Certo, certo.

Bene, bene. Scusi, scusi.

Ahem...

Oh... magnificent!

Her Majesty is indeed fortunate!
- Si.

Si.

Excellent.

Eon.

PAPILLION CLICKS HIS FINGERS

MALLORY LOCKS THE SAFE

Who else has the combination?
- Only the inspector and myself.

And I will require it in case of...
emergencies.

In the meantime, four of my men
will stay on twenty-four-hour guard.

The jewel has its own guard.

With respect, Your Honour,
how do I know I can trust 'em?

No more than I know
if I can trust yours.

We have a saying here in England.
"The more the merrier"!

And another one.
"Too many cooks spoil the broth".

I asked for your help, not your army.

Well, someone has to make sure
you don”: double-cross him.

Countess. As fragrant as ever.

You can save your Gallic charm
for whoever gets to judge you.

Tea's in the pot.
You can help yourself.

I take it you encountered
some resistance.

Asking the Father to help you thieve!

He can cleanse himself
in the confessional.

FATHER BROWN:
I look forward to that.

I suppose you've got
some sort of ingenious plan.

Naturally.

Bishop Oolum Cormack.

Suitable in terms of height, if not build.

Travelling from Donegal for the reception,
where he will unfortunately be delayed en route.

Holy Mother!
Now he's going to kidnap a bishop!

With Cormack safely indisposed...

Once inside,
it's a simple Panama switch.

Magnificent.

FATHER BROWN".
Simple and ingenious.

And impossible. It would take
a master forger months, if not years

to make a forgery that would pass muster.

Plan B, however...

is hastily improvised
and shameful in its crudity.

Magnificent.

SCREAMING

Nobody move! Or the priest gets it!

Ha!

GUNSHOTS

That's your master plan?
- That is the worst idea I have ever heard.

If I had time to be inventive,
do you think I'd require assistance?

Taking Father Brown hostage
won't hold much sway with the inspector.

He'd probably give the order
to shoot through you.

He's right. He would.

It's the best I have
and, at worst, I tried.

You'll have to use me instead.

All hell would break loose
if you shot the Countess of Monatgue.

I have no cause to deserve your help.

I'm not doing it for you, monsieur.

Thank you.

Were you aware my predecessor
nicknamed you the Eleventh Plague of Egypt?

Bishop Talbot's wit was legendary.

I share his sense of humour
but not his tolerance.

So if I can prevail on you
to behave yourself...

Ah, Your Eminences.

This is Father Brown.

Father Brown?
He is not on the guest list.

Er, no, he's...
- Internal security.

The Cardinals Bonipogio and Papillion.

Cardinal Bonipogio.

Cardinal Papillon.

Are you related to Procurator Papillion?

An uncle.

My family has been breeding
papal courtiers for centuries.

There have been Papillons
in the Vatican since 1790.

My colleague, on the other hand,
as the son of a circus performer

demonstrates just how modern-day
the Curia has become.

My father was an artiste.

He was fated by the
kings and queens of Europa.

Cesare Bonipogio. The Great Marvel.

Si. You are clearly more
educated than some, Father.

It is said he could turn water into wine.

And then into brandy,
and back into water again.

THEY ALL LAUGH

Crude trickery!

The last of the guests have arrived.
Shall we go inside?

SAFE UNLOCKS

Oh, Bishopm?

IRISH ACCENT
Colum. Cormack.

Nice place you have here.

Well, welcome to Gloucester.
I trust you had a good journey?

Uneventful. Thanks be to God.

Haven't we met before?

I don't think so.

In the Parochial House at Drumkeen.
I could have sworn you were losing your hair.

Bishop Rayard, what a pleasure
to see you, as always.

Countess, how honoured
we are by your presence.

I can't wait to get a glimpse of the cross.
I can barely contain myself!

GUARD BANGS HIS STAFF

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,
may I present the Pelagius Cross.

GASPS

Guards! Secure the building!
Maintenant!

Go back to the presbytery.
Meet me there.

I'll be a couple of hours.

Oh, and Terry, when I get back,
I expect to find the young lady as I left her.

What shall I do with the guests, Inspector?

None of them went within feet of it.

Take statements, search them,
let them go. - Yes, sir.

It must have been taken from the safe.

Impossible! - Ora miracle.
Except I don't believe in miracles.

Please, be careful. ls holy reliquary.
Blessed by il papa.

You failed me, Father.

You said if he turned up
you'd raise the alarm!

This wasn't Flambeau's work.
- For once, me and the Padre are in agreement.

Unless he's invisible
and can walk through walls.

Then how do you explain it?

Elementary. A) it was a miracle,
or B) it was an inside job.

What are you suggesting?

As there were only three of us
who knew the combination

it rather narrows our options.

I hope no one's
pointing the finger at me!

It seems we are all under suspicion, no?

Don't try to deflect the blame.

His Holiness placed his trust in you
and you have failed him.

You have brought disgrace
on the name of the Holy Seal.

I will be tendering my resignation,
but there is work to be done.

We'll all be tendering our resignations
unless it's found!

Well, it didn't magic itself into thin air.

If it was an inside job,
chances are it's still in the building.

Are you sure it wasn't...
- ALL: Yes!

The cross disappeared from the safe.

In a locked room surrounded by guards.
- I commend the mastermind that did it.

What will you do?

I have until 7 o'clock when I'll go to the drop
and kill Hound with my bare hands.

Well, I'm sure it won't come to that.
- You'd rather I defeated him with platitudes?

I mean Inspector Mallory
thinks it's an inside job

so the cross may still be
in the Bishop's Palace.

A palace with over a hundred rooms.

You're unusually silent... - ALL: Ssshhh!
- Let the man think.

We're looking at this
the wrong way round.

A jewel vanishes from a locked and guarded safe,
which we all know is impossible.

I assume there's a point to this.

Let's not dwell on the impossible.
Let's look to the probable.

The jewel wasn't stolen.
- PHONE RINGS

BISHOP RAYNARD:
Father!

My lord.
- Breaking news.

Bishop Cormack was found stripped
and naked in Kembleford Wood

Flambeau's work.

Obviously the police
are keen to talk to you

but after that I expect my eyes and ears
explanation on tenterhooks!

Shall we say 2 o'clock?

CAR DOOR SLAMS
- Mallory.

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I have a prior engagement.

SID:
Hang about.

Parlour window.
Brings you out the back of the church.

Please. Go upstairs.
And give me until 6 o'clock.

KNOCKS AT DOOR

You expect me to believe
you'll find the jewel?

You have no choice.

Six o'clock.
And then I'll do whatever I have to.

MRS MCCARTHY:
Oh, gentlemen...

I think you need
some new spectacles, Padre.

MARIANNE:
Help! Fire, help!

What the...

Ecclesiastical security.

COGS WHIRR

You won't find it in there.

Flambeau has it.

Bishop Cormack made
a positive identification

which is more than can be said for you.

So what have you got to say for yourself?
- I'm truly sorry.

Don't play the repentance card,
do something!

If the jewel isn't recovered
before tomorrow... I'm ruined.

They'll send me to Coventry. Literally.

And make no mistake,
you'll be coming with me.

Is that clear?
- Perfectly.

As for the thief...

may God have more mercy
on his soul than I will.

Inside!

You're more like your father
than I realised.

And just as irritating.

Now you leave me no choice but to punish you.

I can't wait any longer.
- You stay right where you are.

Are you not going to say anything?
- She's his daughter, Mrs M.

And if I don't go now,
you'll be praying for her soul.

Need a wingman?

You don't know Nero Hound.
I wouldn't have your life on my conscience.

Always knew you had one.

LADY FELICIA GASPS
- Dear God! He's stolen the Queen's jewel!

I doubt she'll care.
What on earth would she wear it with?

Who and how?

At the moment,
that is the least of your concerns.

I suppose I'm in your debt.

I'm coming with you.
- You'd only slow me down.

It's not a request.

If Hound has harmed a hair on her head...
he'll be needing a priest.

Time?

Um... a minute to 7.

Nero! I have the jewel!

Something's wrong.

She's not here, so there's still hope.

I will tear him limb from limb.

I didn't know you cared.

Hello, Papa.

Where's Hound?
- Then again...

He's locked in the cellar
and his thug's in the outhouse.

Did they hurt you?
- Not as much as I hurt them.

You overpowered two men?
- I had no high expectations of your arrival.

Where's the jewel?

I have questions first.

In case you hadn't noticed,
I'm the one holding a gun.

Come on. The smell in here
is making me sick.

Chop chop.

That won't be necessary.
You know I'm no threat.

I don't know you from Adam.

I don't even know what to call you.

Papa, Monsieur Flambeau...

Daddy seems rather informal,
given our lack of acquaintance.

I wouldn't worry about it.
Our touching reunion will be short and sweet.

The jewel.

I'm curious to see
the object worthy of my life.

I'm flattered.

Russian Baroque. Maxim Korytov.

I'm surprised you didn't keep it.

It would sit well in
Le Voleur's collection.

Given our lack of acquaintance,
you know a lot about me.

I've studied your career
since my mother's death

when I discovered
the identity of my secret benefactor.

The Star of David,
the St Jerome triptych...

It was you who stole
the St Jerome triptych!

MARIANNE:
The Duchess of Bourbon's diamonds.

That wasn't me.
- I did wonder.

The theft was cruder than usual.

How did you escape?

I waited for Hound leave and started a fire.

Unfortunately he returned
earlier than expected.

HOUND: You're more like your father
than I realised.

And just as irritating.

Now you leave me no choice
but to punish you.

You expect me to believe you shot
a gun from his hand at 20 feet?

Hardly. I was way off my mark.
I was aiming for his heart.

You need to account for the recoil.
- I'm much more at ease with a fencing sabre.

Rest assured, the money lavished on
my education was well spent.

I gave you every advantage.
- Except one.

You were better off without me.
- Only I can be the judge of that.

I bear no resemblance to my mother.

As a child, I'd look in the mirror
and see the face of a stranger.

Like half of me was missing.

I'll make a cup of tea.
Please don't shoot me.

Is the priest real?
- Very.

So I advise you to watch what you say.

You keep strange friends.
- He's no friend of mine.

I thought we understood
each other rather well.

You stole the jewel for me.
- Technically, I stole it.

And if it's not returned,
I'll spend the rest of my life in Coventry.

Parts of it are quite pleasant.
I hear they're building a new cathedral.

FATHER BROWN:
Ha ha.

A pet priest, stealing from his own.

Why would he do that for you?

FATHER BROWN:
Moral blackmail!

A victim of his own conscience.
- He really is a priest.

My God sets no store by earthly treasures.

Your God is a killjoy.

What news?

Interpol have been alerted and they're
watching every entry port to France.

There's still hope.

Not for Cardinal Brunocelli.

God rest his soul.

And still no word of his successor.

Although that will be
of little interest to you now.

FLAMBEAU:
I thought you were dead.

You left me for dead.
In a Bogota prison.

An ungallant way to treat your partner.

I didn't like your methods.

I didn't expect you
to be quite so squeamish.

How did you escape?
- Be quiet.

Your daughter has very pretty hands.
But not so deft at tying knots.

You have what you want.
Now she will leave.

Not yet.

We had a deal.

The jewel for the girl.
- I have a new score to settle now.

Your brat shot off one of my fingers.

You and I will negotiate
compensation in private.

In the meantime, you have the cross,
and she will leave.

Go. Now. Both of you.

No!

It's profoundly Biblical.
An eye for an eye.

Or in this case, a hand for a hand.

HE SHOOTS BLANKS

You're wounded.
- I'll live long enough to kill him.

Stop! Stop,
vengeance is the Lord's alone.

Back off, priest.
This is not your battle!

Unless you want a life
on your conscience, stop him.

Please, don't kill him on my account.

The prize is mine.

I would say au revoir

but once the police are
alerted to your whereabouts

you're looking at thirty years with parole.

Goodbye, Nero.

Will you return the jewel to the priest?

He risked his all for me.

He'll get his reward in heaven.

What? I warned you'd be
better off not knowing me.

So what happens now?
- I need to sit down. - To us.

You will return to your studies.

My PhD is almost complete.

A catalogue for the finest
private collections in Europe.

With the owners' full
co-operation, naturally.

After that there are limited career paths open
to orphan girls with a good education.

Perhaps you're in need
of some fatherly advice.

Guard this.
He isn't as simple as he looks.

He's lucky the bullet passed right through.
- I don't believe in luck.

Can you find something
to make bandages with?

What are you doing?!
- What?! Making up for lost time!

Let her go! - We've only just met.
Now you expect me to let her go?

You're her father.
You should protect her.

Unfounded,
given the recent turn of events.

From whatever
unholy alliance you are planning.

She'd make a worthy pupil.

And how long 'til she's
corrupted and defiled

and her heart is as black as yours?

Now you're in danger of being predictable.

The difference is I now know
that you have a conscience.

This is the only anti-septic I could find.

Ready?
- Ready.

Ow! Damn! Arrrgh!

Take the jewel, if you must.

But she is innocent.
Do not take her soul.

Yours are not the only wounds
that need attending.

CAR ENGINE ROARS

Flambeau, stop!

CAR HORN BEEPS

I went to school with the daughter
of the Marquis of Apreville.

His security is highly flawed.

And his Netsuke are magnificent.
And extremely portable.

Would you have mown down the priest?

He had his God to protect him.

How does it feel to take a life?

That's an inappropriate question
for a young lady of breeding.

I ask because part of me
wishes you had killed Hound

and part of me regrets I didn't.

HE WINCES

You need a doctor.

No doctors.

Then some surgical needle and thread,
and I'll stitch it.

This is as far as we go.

I don't understand.

You are a remarkable young woman.

But if I'd wanted a daughter, do you think
I'd have waited 23 years to find you?

We have a connection.
- You don't know me from Adam.

But I know you feel something.

Guilt? Regret?

I would never allow such self-indulgence.

You're making a mistake.

I am you.

Together we could be invincible.

The jewel, if you please.

We won't meet again.

So long, Marianne.

It's not there.

I don't know what you're talking about.

A jewel vanishes into thin air
from a locked safe.

Must be magic.

But magic doesn't exist.
Only illusion.

And who knows that better
than the son of the Great Marvel?

A few adjustments
to the casket is all it took.

Excellent.

COGS WHIRR

Flambeau has it.

He must have switched the caskets.

I have taken a vow of poverty.
What value is a bauble to me?

Priceless, in terms of ambition.

With Cardinal Papillon discredited,
the Secretary of State's position is yours.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It has been one day
since my last confessione.

You would hold me to the Sacred Seal
to ruin an innocent man's career?

I wouldn't expect a rural priest
to understand the niceties of politics.

I don't expect God does either.

Well, well, Father,
aren't you the surprise?

This was delivered to the police station
addressed to you

so naturally I opened it,
and lookie here!

I'm agog as to how you explain this.

I can't. But what I do know
is under the Seal of the Confessional.

You'll have to do better than that.

There's not another man in this room
that would agree with that statement.

Quite. Even so, you must have something.

But what I can say is that His Holiness has cause
to look favourably on Cardinal Papillon.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Your humility is a credit to you.

Indeed it is.

You can rely on me to convey knowledge
of his assistance to the Holy Father.

So, all's well that ends well.

It ended well for Papillon.

He's been appointed
Cardinal Secretary of State.

Why would Flambeau return the jewel?

I've been thinking the same thing myself.

Touche', ma fille! Ha!

LADY FELICIA:
It certainly seems out of character.

Hello...

One of his little games?

Or maybe the man has
finally found his conscience.

Maybe he has.