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KEYS RATTLE

Well, this is a curious visitation.

The execution's not till next week, Father.

Not that I'll be requesting the last rites.

As the time for your hanging draws near,

you may wish for counsel,

and I will be happy to give it.

But that is not why I'm here.

Mr Harrow, may I sit?

Mi casa es su casa.

I'm here at the request of a friend...

..who has reason to believe that your fourth and final victim,

Mrs Sophie Blackthorn,

was not, in fact, murdered by you.

Does she, now?

I am asking you for the truth.

Are you responsible for all the murders for which you have

been condemned?

Who's your friend?

Someone who loved Sophie Blackthorn very much...

..and still mourns her loss.

Well, you can tell her...

..from the very bottom of my heart that I'm very, very sorry...

..because I never had the pleasure of killing Sophie.

You didn't mention this at your trial.

What would've been the point?

Not when the other three convictions were entirely correct. Besides...

..there's something rather delicious about it, don't you think?

That someone else out there...

..has got away with murder.

Well, Father? What did he say?

He said he didn't kill Sophie.

Do you believe him?

My feeling is that he's saying the truth.

However, William Harrow sports in human suffering.

Sowing seeds of doubt in the minds of his loved ones' victims may

simply be part of his game,

which is why we cannot take him at his word.

Agreed.

So what do we do about it?

We find out the truth ourselves.

The Bride Killings?

Four newly married women were snatched over several months,

and laid out like reposing brides in the woods of Wiltshire.

All of them were stabbed once through the heart,

and left holding a single white rose.

My goddaughter, Sophie Blackthorn, was one of them.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Lady Felicia, forgive me, but what makes you think William Harrow

wasn't responsible for Sophie's death?

Two things.

Firstly, a young man called Daniel Price

came to see me last week.

He's a student of Professor Prichard.

The Forensic Pathologist?

I've read one of his books. I love him!

Not nearly as much as he loves himself, but I digress.

Daniel is convinced Sophie was, in fact, murdered

by her husband, Ralph.

Mm. It's usually the husband.

I don't doubt it.

But in this instance I do.

Ralph is a good man and he loved Sophie dearly.

And what was the second thing?

Sophie wrote to me on the day that she died.

You wanted to see the letter, Father. Thank you.

She'd often ask for my advice on small matters of the heart.

But this seemed rather more serious.

I didn't receive the letter in time.

"I saw something, and I can't make sense of it.

"I'm afraid it would change everything.

"Auntie Fee, I know you'll know what to do."

Could the matter to which she alludes have led to her death?

Staged to mimic the crimes of William Harrow?

But the details of his murders weren't published until the trial.

So who else, apart from the police, had inside information?

Professor Prichard advised on the case,

and he was far from discreet about it.

Which is why I have us all invites to the private

opening of the Blackthorn Institute this Saturday.

Oh, what's the Blackthorn Institute?

Ooh, looks like my old borstal.

Originally, it was a Cistercian Abbey,

before The Reformation.

I hear they converted an old chapel for the lecture room...

LADY FELICIA LAUGHS

..and turned the wine cellars into a morgue.

You didn't say there'd be a morgue!

It isn't like you to be a scaredy cat.

MRS DEVINE CHUCKLES

Look at it.

A new frontier in criminology. Isn't it exciting?

Well, not as exciting as the Newmarket horse races,

which we're missing.

Brenda, please tell me Father Brown hasn't introduced you

to gambling on horses. No.

Course not.

I introduced myself.

Mm.

Our race is at 6:30.

PEOPLE CHATTER

Ralph!

Ah.

The place looks magnificent.

Thank you, Lady Felicia.

Yes, still a work in progress, but we're almost there.

Sophie would be very proud.

Sorry to interrupt.

Not at all! How are you, Ella? Very well, thank you.

May I borrow my brother for a moment?

Busy day.

Excuse us.

MRS DEVINE: Father, that's Professor Prichard.

I have to meet him.

No, I'll say something stupid.

Mrs Devine, you won't!

Come with me.

Professor, I love you!

I mean, I love your work. SHE CHUCKLES

Smile.

CAMERA CLICKS

Mr Daniel Price? Yes?

I was hoping to meet you.

Lady Felicia tells me

you're reinvestigating the murder of Sophie Blackthorn.

Have you made any progress?

Um, there will be, sooner than you think.

Did you know the white rose found on Mrs Blackthorn's body was

shop-bought, whereas the others came from Harrow's mother's garden?

No. How interesting.

And consider this - unlike the first three,

the vehicle used to abduct Mrs Blackthorn was never found.

BRENDA: Can I borrow the keys to Hercules?

What for?

Hmm...

ON RADIO: Atmosphere is electric here in Newmarket,

where the evening races will begin shortly.

But first, it's time for the news and weather.

THUNDER CRACKS IN DISTANT

There are severe weather warnings as unexpected gales...

RAIN TRICKLES ..sweep in from the east.

Audrey! AUDREY CHUCKLES

I wondered if you'd remember me.

How are you, Lady Felicia?

I'm very well, I'm very well.

Gosh, it's been years. How's your mother?

Enjoying retirement, thank you.

And what on earth brings you here?

Oh, I'm Professor Prichard's lab assistant.

LADY FELICIA GASPS

Actually, I'm kind of everyone's assistant. Hmm.

How do you know the Blackthorns?

I was friends with Sophie's parents.

And Sophie, of course.

It's hard to believe that all three are gone now.

Yes. Very sad.

GLASS CLINKS

Ladies and gentlemen, Ralph would like to say a few words.

RALPH CHUCKLES Er...

Thank you, everyone, for coming.

Welcome to the Blackthorn Institute.

RALPH CHUCKLES Erm...

As many of you may know,

the Forensic Pathology Department took up a single, draughty room

at my old university, led by the brilliant Professor Prichard.

I'm delighted he's agreed to join me here

to continue his pioneering work,

leading the way for the next generation of students.

Everything we've built here is dedicated to my late wife Sophie...

..who was taken from us just six months ago.

DOOR OPENS My hope... Mr Blackthorn?

Yes?

RALPH CHUCKLES Erm...

RALPH CHUCKLES

LADY FELICIA SCREAMS

I'm sorry, everyone.

I don't... Erm... Excuse me.

It's all right, it's just a pig's heart.

Someone's idea of a joke.

SQUELCHING

One moment, please.

ON RADIO: The so-called Bride Killer, William Harrow,

is due to be hanged at Winchurch Prison.

THUNDER CRACKS

A single heart - a symbol of a murdered bride.

Someone thinks that Ralph has blood on his hands.

No, no. There's no need to rush off.

We routinely order animal organs for dissection in the labs -

it was...it was just a mix-up with the delivery.

Well, I'm glad you're not abandoning us.

We'll give you a tour of the laboratories.

As you shall see, there is no aspect of crime we cannot process here,

be it fingerprints or toxicology.

We have a state-of-the-art darkroom,

a morgue for cadavers, and an entomology suite.

Follow me.

Ooh. What's entomology?

The observation of flies

and maggots on corpses to determine the time of death.

Oh.

Who the hell sent me that? The man said he didn't know.

It was that monster, wasn't it? He's toying with us.

No, he can't have been. It was a telephone order, made from here.

THUNDER CRACKS

Ah, the piece de resistance!

Much of what you see is from my own personal collection.

I persuaded the professor to loan them to us indefinitely.

The rest I purchased from various hospitals.

"The kidney of Mary Jane Kelly, found on the 9th of November, 1888.

"Murdered by Jack The Ripper"!

Well, for anyone who hasn't lost their appetite,

there's more food and drink downstairs. Shall we?

Uh, Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?

Can't it wait until Monday? Please, it...it's important.

For God's sake, man.

Have you recovered from the strange delivery earlier?

Are you sure it wasn't a malicious act?

Well, it's possible.

The public form their own opinions on who's guilty,

regardless of the facts.

But I'm willing to believe it was a mix-up.

Ooh, I think I've dropped my shawl.

I'll catch you up.

Have you finally lost your mind?

Sophie was murdered by William Harrow,

I helped to prove it!

Sir I understand, but if you would ju...

Can I help you?

Sorry, I...

I just dropped my...

Professor, you taught me to consider all angles, and you were right.

It's all in here, see? I don't want to hear it!

You're a disgrace, Price.

Don't bother coming back next week, you are expelled.

Of course, the police on the case were woefully inept.

If I hadn't detected chloroform on the first victims,

they'd still be scratching their heads now.

But do I feel guilty about Mr Harrow's sentence?

CLATTERING Certainly not.

Did you hear that?

GAGGING

Note... HE PANTS

..book.

THUNDER CRACKS

THUNDER CRACKS

Any ideas of cause of death?

Could it be poisoning? We've been studying various ones in the...

What have I said to you, Miss Hatby?

Half an education's more dangerous than none.

Correct. Act accordingly.

Clearly you're Professor Prichard. Indeed.

I believe you found the body?

That's right.

Mm.

Tragedy certainly follows you around, doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

Yes, it does.

I heard Daniel fall and found him spasming.

He suffered from epilepsy.

I tried to find his medication, but couldn't.

His pockets were empty, Chief Inspector,

which is significant given that his last word was "notebook".

He certainly had one on him earlier.

We think it had new evidence in it,

that he'd gathered about Sophie's murder.

I'm sorry, new evidence?

William Harrow was found guilty.

PROFESSOR PRICHARD: Yeah, that's what I said.

But he seemed adamant Ralph did it.

Whatever the veracity of that claim, I questioned William Harrow myself,

and he denies murdering Mrs Blackthorn.

All right, let's say Mr Price had a seizure.

With or without his medication, is epilepsy fatal?

It's rare, but not unheard of.

Or Audrey's right and he was jolly well poisoned.

There's only one way to find out, Chief Inspector,

unless you'd rather wait for an ambulance in this weather?

Hmm.

THUNDER CRACKS LADY FELICIA AND MRS DEVINE SHRIEK

Look who's a scaredy cat now, then.

Oh, well, this is pleasant.

A dark and stormy night.

Trapped in a building with a potential murderer.

And now they're dissecting a body! DOOR OPENS

Ooh. We found a capsule in Price's stomach.

It was filled with strychnine powder.

Miss Hatby, did you say you had poisons in the lab?

Yes, I'll show you.

THUNDER CRACKS

Well, no point checking alibis at least.

Why not?

Because whoever tampered with the capsules could've done

so at any time.

Yes, very good.

That is assuming he didn't poison himself.

He was certainly an odd character.

Depressed possibly.

Well, I'm not surprised with the way you shouted at him earlier.

Well, I may have raised my voice, yes.

But that's because he told me he was responsible for that disgusting

stunt with the pig's heart, so, quite rightly, I expelled him.

That was Daniel?

And if Daniel was murdered for getting too close to the truth,

then we are not only just looking for his killer, but Sophie's also.

Professor, you lent your expertise to the police investigation

of the Bride Killings.

Ah. Did you keep a file?

My good man, I kept several.

RADIO STATIC

Ha.

You know...

..I heard the professor saying something about this building.

He reckons it's haunted.

What?! That's nonsense.

Oh, I'm just telling you what he said.

Must be painful seeing Sophie like that.

Nothing will change my memory of her.

Have you found anything useful?

It's all useful.

THUNDER CRACKS

Just making sense of it.

What are those?

Letters, copies...

..dated before William Harrow's arrest.

He's writing to each of the widowers he created.

Taunting them.

How unspeakably cruel.

How did you like my handiwork?

A bridal bed fit for your Sleeping Beauty.

No more clean white sheets...

..but the dirt of the woods.

They're all in the same vein.

Except there are only three of them.

There isn't one to Ralph.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Where on earth is Goodfellow?

The strychnine came from a jar in the lab.

But no fingerprints on it.

What's all that?

Professor Prichard's files on the Bride Killings.

Thank you, Father, I'll take that.

Lady Felicia.

Is there anywhere I can read these?

You can use my office, Chief Inspector.

HUSHED: Also, there's something I feel we must discuss.

No-one's going anywhere until I've finished my enquiries.

I don't care how late it is.

The missing notebook is the key.

But where is it?

Probably destroyed.

Well, that's what I would do.

This heats the whole building,

and we use it to destroy medical waste.

Thank you. May I?

FIRE SIZZLES Ooh.

What is it?

FATHER BROWN SIGHS

It's the clip...

..from a notebook.

You know, Mr Blackthorn,

I followed the Bride Killings case with interest.

I always thought there was something fishy about you.

INSPECTOR SCOFFS

Vast inheritance from your dead wife.

Flimsy alibi.

You knew exactly how to copy Harrow's murders

because the professor shared every little detail.

It was the perfect crime.

I didn't kill Sophie.

I think you did.

Mr Price thought so, too.

And when he found something to prove it,

you used his epilepsy as a means to poison him, didn't you?

SNIGGERING: No.

What was in William Harrow's letter?

It was nothing. Just taunts, like the ones to the other husbands.

Then, why destroy it?

Because it made me sick!

You're lying!

A forensics expert would never destroy evidence.

The professor told me you confessed to burning it,

and he kept it from the police to protect you...

..but he can't protect you any more.

It's over, Mr Blackthorn.

Lady Felicia, I have to ask...

..are you still certain about Ralph's innocence?

I know it seems strange, Father, but, yes.

And if Sophie were still here, she would do all that she could

to fight for him.

I owe it to her to do the same.

Then, you have to tell me everything you know about Ralph.

Leave out no detail.

It may be important.

William Harrow dies tonight.

I feel like someone wants to hang me, too.

I won't let that happen.

THUNDER RUMBLES

But you have to tell me the absolute truth.

Firstly, what was in William Harrow's letter to you?

Just a couple of short sentences.

WILLIAM HARROW: "To a man after my own heart.

"Enjoy your freedom."

Now do you see why I burned it?

He thinks I did it, and the police would've thought so, too.

But Harrow is wrong.

And if...

..if he didn't kill Sophie himself, he'd have no earthly way

of knowing who did.

The finger of suspicion points frequently in your direction.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Maybe because I married above my station.

You told Lady Felicia you came from the aristocracy.

And Sophie didn't meet your parents because you were an orphan.

That is the only thing I ever lied to Sophie about.

Our childhood was...brutal.

Ella and I cut all ties with our family, changed our name.

I didn't tell Sophie because I knew it would've made her sad.

And...

..I don't know, I suppose I felt shamed by it, too.

Please, believe me, Father.

Sophie was my whole world.

We loved each other beyond measure,

everyone could see it. Even the professor.

What do you mean?

Be it lectern or pulpit, last-minute preparation

is always a good idea.

Don't let the spiritual setting deceive you, Father.

There is no comparison between your profession and mine.

How so?

Unlike religion, science is absolute.

It can establish the innocence or guilt of a man through

irrefutable proof.

I think science has its limitations.

It can't explain joy...

..or love.

And it certainly can't save your soul.

A sentimental defence of an irrational dogma.

Were your feelings for

Sophie Blackthorn merely sentimental, Professor?

Or powerful enough to overtake you?

You think I killed Sophie?!

I think you had the knowledge and the expertise to do so,

and to implicate William Harrow.

And I suppose I killed Daniel Price as well?

You told the Chief Inspector about the burned letter.

THUNDER CRACKS

Perhaps you want to see Ralph condemned

because you never forgave him for stealing Sophie's heart? No.

No, I saw how happy he made her, and that was enough.

Yes, I loved Sophie.

TREMBLING: She was...

I would rather kill myself than hurt her.

And as for Ralph, I don't want to believe he's to blame. But...

There is doubt.

Father?

We are no nearer the truth,

and the night draws on.

We need to begin at the beginning...

..and try and follow the trail Daniel Price was on.

He was in the car park when I was...

..listening to the radio.

Didn't see what he was up to though.

He had his camera with him.

He was following the lead.

The missing vehicle that abducted Sophie.

What did the professor say about a darkroom?

Urgh, stinks in here.

Fixer chemicals.

So, Daniel Price must have hung his prints out

to dry before he was killed.

And someone's taken them.

Maybe threw them in the incinerator with the notebook?

So another dead end, then.

Not necessarily.

Like a developing photograph, a picture is emerging.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

He changed into his lab coat to protect his clothes,

leaving the medication in his pocket, in his jacket,

outside, unattended.

Of course!

Giving the killer time to tamper with them.

I've been thinking.

Audrey volunteered the information about the poisons in the lab -

was she deflecting?

Ooh.

Bet she knew about the Bride Killings from the professor, too.

True. Then again, the professor did tell everyone.

Went into ghoulish details at a dinner party once.

Ella said it put her right off her boeuf bourguignon.

SHE SIGHS

Ella? Miss Blackthorn was there?

Audrey.

Excuse me.

DOOR OPENS, CLOSES

Always the women left to clear up.

Yes. I am my mother's daughter. Mm.

Forgive the question,

but when I mentioned Sophie and her parents earlier,

it seemed to be rather a sore point.

Did you know them?

I met Sophie in passing once or twice, after she married Ralph.

I don't think she realised my mother used to clean for her family.

I'm not sure I knew she did.

It was a few years before she came to work for you.

And it wasn't something Mother liked to discuss.

She was accused of breaking a vase and was fired.

It was Sophie's fault, but she lied about it.

She was just a teenager at the time.

What did the professor mean when he referred to half an education?

After Mother was fired, I had to help the family.

I couldn't finish my degree so I asked to continue

as his lab assistant instead.

So Sophie's lie stole your future.

In a way, it did.

It's hardly a reason to kill her a decade later

if that's what you're implying.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

THUNDER CRACKS

Where is that Inspector?

It is unacceptable for him

to just leave my brother handcuffed like that!

I'm afraid I can't answer that question.

Miss Blackthorn?

It's Ella, please.

Ella, it's understandable that you and Ralph are so close,

given your history.

Things must've changed when your brother got married.

How did you feel, may I ask, about Mrs Blackthorn?

SHE SIGHS

No sister thinks anyone is good enough for a big brother.

Look, I know you want to get to the truth, Father.

But what if the truth is simply that Sophie was unlucky?

That she crossed paths with William Harrow and he killed her.

And Mr Price? Was he unlucky, too?

All I know is that he was in and out of psychiatric hospitals

for years - I've seen his records.

And he was obsessed with the Bride Killings -

he was there for every day of the trial.

I watched Harrow in the dock, too.

When he was sentenced to death, he smiled.

He had no fear.

No conscience.

He was a true monster.

THUNDER CRACKS ELECTRICAL BUZZING

Ah, the storm.

Do you have any candles?

ON RADIO: Risk of flooding as winds of 100mph lash the Cotswolds.

In other news, it's been announced the convicted murderer

William Harrow... Is everyone all right?

..was hanged just moments ago...

Looks like a tree came down on the power lines.

The telephone lines are cut too.

And I can't find Mrs Devine.

We got separated in the dark.

I'm going to find her.

Me too.

PROFESSOR PRICHARD: I'll see if I can find a backup generator.

Erm, why is your lamp red?

It's from the darkroom.

That's battery-powered in case of a power cut,

so the photographs don't get ruined.

Oh, clever.

Yes, unlike whoever left that mess in there.

The students know to dispose of the chemicals after using the darkroom.

We think that was Daniel Price.

He developed some photographs, but they're gone.

Did you check the enlarger?

The students often leave their last negative behind by accident.

SHE GASPS

Hello?

SHE PANTS

Hello?

Is there...?

Is there anybody there?

Hello?

DOOR CLOSES Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR Can somebody let me out?!

DOOR OPENS

Ralph? Ella.

Are you all right?

I'm fine, what's going on?

It's just the storm.

Do you remember when we were small,

and I brought a little candle into our fort made of bedsheets?

I remember what happened when they found the burn mark on the sheet.

You always protected me, even then.

Now it's my turn to protect you.

You did protect me -

telling the police you were with me that day.

I never asked you to lie for me.

I'd do anything to protect you.

Who was that?

SPLASHING

A car tyre.

But that could be anyone's.

We need to find the professor.

THUNDER CRACKS

Tyre tracks found near Sophie's body.

Daniel's photograph.

Do they match?

They do.

That vehicle was here today.

Along with dozens of other vehicles.

How do we prove that...?

Sergeant Goodfellow.

It's good to see you, Father.

It's hazardous out there.

I had to stop and help with a traffic accident.

Is the Chief Inspector still here?

He went off to find Mrs Devine.

Right.

He said there'd been a fatality. Who was it who died?

A student of mine, name of Daniel Price.

He was poisoned.

Daniel Price? I met with him just two days ago.

He came to the station.

What for? He was asking about vehicles that were reported

stolen in the past six months.

So, well, you know, I...I told him.

For goodness' sake, man, told him what?

A van was stolen,

but the owner came in later that day to say it had been returned.

Reckoned his daughter or stepson had borrowed it.

What was the owner's name?

It was a Mr... Er...

Mr Pattinson!

That was the name on the butcher's van!

WHISPERS: Father...

..I was wrong about Ralph.

I think he may've killed Sophie.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Can somebody help me, please?!

Isabel?

Isabel!

Oh, thank goodness!

I've locked myself in.

Can you let me out?

I'll have to find someone with the key.

No, no, no, don't leave me!

Listen, it's all right...

THUD

Edgar?! Are you all right?

Edgar!

Mr Pattinson has a daughter...

..and a stepson.

It must be Ella and Ralph.

So they're not really brother and sister?

MUFFLED: Hello?!

Chief Inspector! Are you all right?

What happened?

I was attacked from behind. Oh.

Ooh... LADDER WOBBLES

Ugh...

Agh!

Anything missing?

CHIEF INSPECTOR CLEARS THROAT

Erm...

SHE PANTS, BANGS ON WINDOW

THEY SCREAM

THEY SHRIEK

BANGING CONTINUES

DOOR OPENS CLATTERING, THUD

Isabel? Isabel!

MRS DEVINE PANTS

Oh, oh...

Oh, thank... thank goodness you're OK!

Yes, but you're not.

That needs attention. Come. we have a first-aid kit.

Thank you.

My keys.

The handcuff keys.

They've gone.

We need to leave, now.

We can't just run, they'll catch us.

Do you want to end up like Harrow? Let's go, Ralph!

I wouldn't if I were you...

We have proof Mr Pattinson's van was used to abduct Sophie Blackthorn.

Or rather, Daniel Price proved it.

Our stepfather killed Sophie?

I didn't say that. I said his van was used.

So who took it, you or your stepsister?

We have no idea what you're talking about.

Ralph, you mentioned your estranged family.

When you received the butcher's delivery,

you went rigid with fear.

You were frightened of the name on the package.

I thought my stepfather was tormenting me,

about Sophie, about making something of myself.

CHIEF INSPECTOR: I think you were afraid because Daniel Price

connected you to a murder and wanted you to know it.

And that's why you murdered him, too.

No! What about Sophie?

She wrote to me, she said something was wrong.

What did you do, Ralph?!

Did she see something unnatural between what she thought

were a sister and a brother?

Ella, what are you doing?

Please, I...I can't help loving you.

Please don't hate me.

I could never hate you.

Sophie saw.

Sophie didn't know we weren't related.

I have always seen Ella as my sister, nothing more.

Or maybe you've been lovers for some time.

Working together to inherit her fortune.

I know you lied about your alibi.

I trusted you, Ralph.

Sophie trusted you!

Your faith in Ralph was well placed, Lady Felicia...

..because Ella, Miss Pattinson as was...

..was acting alone.

LAUGHS: What?

This is absurd.

All of it!

You gave Ralph an alibi to protect him.

A lie which also protected you.

I doubt Ralph ever asked where you actually were on that day.

You were frightened because you knew that after Mrs Blackthorn had seen

that kiss, sooner or later,

Ralph would have to choose between you.

SOPHIE STRAINS

So, one more dead bride...

..and you had him all to yourself again.

But Mr Price got too near the truth, didn't he?

So you murdered him.

And then you set about destroying the evidence.

But, of course, a metal pill-box would've survived the flames,

and its absence suggests you kept it.

And I wonder, if the Chief Inspector were to search you now,

he would find a box full of strychnine pills.

Stay away. Stay away.

What was your plan, Ella?

Were you going to kill yourself if you were discovered?

Or take your life, and Ralph's...

..if he refused to love you the way you wanted?

SHE WHIMPERS

No, no, no, no.

How could you?

Because you didn't need her!

You had me.

SHE WHIMPERS

Ella Blackthorn, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murders of Sophie Blackthorn

and Daniel Price.

HE PANTS

He will be a beacon to your students, Professor.

Thank you, Father.

I only wish I'd spotted his talents sooner...

Speaking of which, don't you have a class to get to?

Yes, sir, sorry, Professor.

It was lovely to see you all.

She's finishing her degree?

We're retaining her on a salary.

She'll be a fine tutor one day.

You really are the sweetest man, Ralph Blackthorn.

Aw. Would you care to observe my midday lecture, Father?

You'll like it - it's on the burden of proof.

I'd be delighted, Professor.

And perhaps you'll attend my Sunday homily,

on the gift of doubt.

Thank you, Father, for everything you did for Sophie.

I feel we can let her rest now.

It was down to your good instincts, Lady Felicia. Ah.

Will you be joining me at the professor's talk?

I think not.

I've heard enough from that pompous ass to last me a lifetime.