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At least 75 German aircraft were shot down last night in raids

across the country. Tonight, the nation's cities are once...

They think it could be Bristol's turn tonight.

Then our boys in Bristol will shoot 'em all down,

won't they, Eddie? But what if they fly back over Kembleford and...?

What will be will be, Isabel.

CLOCK CHIMES

Right.

Happy Valentine's Day, Isabel.

Be careful.

Always.

RUMBLING

Last Post

Parade, stand at ease!

Ooh, wow!

Captain Howton always loved his cars.

Parade, attention!

Welcome to the parade, Sir.

Ladies and gentlemen...

..Hitler's lot never made it to Kembleford,

which is lucky for them.

LAUGHTER

My boys had quite a welcome planned.

But my platoon did, however,

make safe dozens of deadly Butterfly Bombs

jettisoned from the Luftwaffe.

Those infernal things were devastating.

And in this regard, we must never forget the brave contribution

made by our late friend

from the Home Guard Bomb Disposal Unit.

Ronald Devine.

Was it a Butterfly Bomb that injured Ronald?

It went off as Mr Devine approached it. Oh.

APPLAUSE

You've got a nerve, Treadwell.

Come to pay my respects like everyone else, Captain.

Respect from a coward is an insult.

Now, go, before I...

..I stuff that flower down your throat.

CROWD GASPS

I shall not.

Captain Howton...

..we may not share Mr Treadwell's pacifist views,

but he has as much right to be here as anyone.

MUSIC PLAYS

Ooh! A metal detector.

Ronald Devine would have used one of these to locate bombs

buried in the earth. Mm.

So, Mr Devine was in charge of bomb disposal in Kembleford?

No, dear lady. I was. Oh.

I'd been called away to deal with another device.

It was a...

It was a rough night.

What would you have done if you'd found a Nazi spy?

Shot them and buried them in the woods.

Good to see you back in Kembleford, Captain Howton,

although I understand you declined the original invitation.

Trouble in Shropshire, Father.

My wife has asked me to, er,

to leave the premises.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

So am I. Her family had all the cash. Ha!

A military pension won't keep my three Jaguars on the road.

HE LAUGHS

In the Great War, that yellow belly would have been shot.

To defend a moral position takes a certain bravery too, Captain.

I'm going to the bar,

before I, um, accidentally bayonet a conchie.

Father.

Still as committed as ever, Mr Treadwell?

Well, until someone can persuade me

that you can defeat evil with evil.

I heard you were working at a farm, out near Cirencester.

Well, I'd prefer I'd stayed in Kembleford.

The treatment you received from this village after the war

was far from commendable.

I'm afraid it continues, Father.

This morning, my employer, Mr Morris, told me to pack my bags.

He'd found out about my background.

I will find you some shelter locally, Mr Treadwell.

Thank you, Father.

You've always understood.

Yeah, not bad.

Eddie won a shooting competition during his National Service.

No, Mum, I entered a shooting competition.

I came fourth.

Mrs Waterson's an excellent shot, too.

Her father was a gamekeeper.

Isn't she the one whose son disappeared? Adam.

Rode off on his bike in '41.

Never seen again.

The poor mite was deaf.

Then six months later, her husband got shot down over Germany.

How awful! I honestly don't know how she copes.

APPLAUSE

Good shot, Mrs Waterson!

Thank you, John.

Poor John Carlton.

Still smitten.

Isn't he a bit young to be in the Home Guard?

Refused conscription. Flat feet.

Never been the same boy since.

Yes, perfect. Thank you.

Goodbye, Gloria.

Er...

Isabel. Did you want a cup of tea?

Er, I'm fine, thank you.

Who was that? It's, er, someone in London.

Isabel, tomorrow's lunch with Eddie,

I'm afraid something's come up, for work.

I'm... I'm sorry. Oh.

Yes, er...

I'd better...

Strange day.

Lots of memories, eh?

Yes.

Yes, there are.

Here he is.

Don Juan in action.

As useless with women as he was at drill.

A surprisingly good shot, though, eh?

Sorry to hear about your mother's passing, Carlton.

Thanks. Mm.

Must be tough, with both of them gone.

Lonely.

Don't blame you trying your luck with this one, though

Still the most beautiful creature in Kembleford.

Excuse me.

It should have been you, not my dad!

What? You saw that bomb had a different fuse.

You got scared and ordered my dad to go outside and sort it!

Who told you this? Someone who saw you hiding around the corner

before it went off! Don't believe everything you hear, Mr Devine!

They gave your father that medal, didn't they?

Watch it, lad! That's enough.

Get your hands off me! Eddie, please!

Did you hear what he did, Mum?

Mr Devine, I think perhaps it's time you went home.

Do as Father Brown says, Eddie.

You'll pay for this, Howton!

I'm no coward, Isabel.

LAUGHTER

And that, fellas... LAUGHTER

..is how you spot a Nazi in a bakery!

THUNDERCLAP

OWL HOOTS

GUN LOADS

Who's there?

Show yourself.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

64.

64 yards.

And the marks and calibre of the cartridge

are consistent with an Enfield rifle.

A single bullet to the back of the head, at range.

Good shot.

Yes, indeed.

Sir, I've confirmed that Captain Howton

was staying at a guesthouse just up the road.

And I checked the inventory at the Hall.

One of those Enfield rifles is missing, Sir.

Well, Sergeant, we obviously need to find that rifle.

Unfortunately, I think we know where we need to start, don't we, Sir?

Eddie? HE GROANS

Eddie? HE MURMURS

Eddie!

What's going on?

Mr Devine, Captain Howton has been shot dead.

What?!

Eddie, we just need to establish a couple of things,

given your altercation with the Captain yesterday.

Your mother says you weren't home by the time she went to bed

around ten o'clock. Er, yeah, I was in the Red Lion.

I don't know when I left. Y...

Did you come straight home? Er...

I think so. I've checked the rest of the house, Sir.

Nothing. HE SIGHS

Good. Checked for what?

Eddie?

Have you been out to the shed this morning?

As I said, I've not been out here all week.

What...?

Oh, no!

I did not put that there.

Eddie!

Blast! What's going on?

Did you see where Eddie went?

Eddie? No.

What's happened? He didn't do this, Edgar.

If he tries to make contact, promise me you'll tell me.

Promise.

I need this to be someone else, Father.

Could you possibly find out Captain Howton's movements yesterday?

Sergeant.

Oh, this can't be happening. What can't?!

Captain Howton's been shot.

Chief Inspector Sullivan thinks it's Eddie.

Is one of these a key to your shed?

Yes. How did you know that was there?

Lucky guess!

SHE GASPS

Oh! Someone could have found my secret hiding place

and...planted the gun?

Wearing the boots Eddie left outside the front door.

I know who to talk to.

Captain Howton was just an acquaintance.

But still, what a terrible thing.

I couldn't help noticing how familiar

he was with you yesterday.

He was drunk. Mm.

Captain Howton and I had

a relationship during the war.

I paid a terrible price for my betrayal,

losing the two people most important to me in this life.

Those were personal tragedies, Mrs Waterson.

They were not punishments.

Well, that's how it felt to me, Father.

Last night, Captain Howton told me he wanted to resume

our relationship.

When I told him I was not interested,

he threatened to tell the entire village of our affair.

That must have been terribly intimidating.

How did you respond? I stood firm.

I did not kill him, Father.

My soul is weighed down with quite enough guilt already.

Did you notice any tension between Captain Howton

and anyone else last night?

Only John Carlton.

He's always had it in for John.

It's...

I mean, it's amazing!

It's wonderful! You're wonderful.

SHE GIGGLES It's really wonderful.

I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so...

..beautiful

Captain Howton was always a bit overbearing.

It was just worse when he was drunk.

Mrs Waterson felt there was something malicious

in the way Captain Howton mocked you.

Vindictive, even.

And yesterday, it struck me that

the entire Kembleford Home Guard platoon

were wearing Defence Medals, except you.

Captain Howton decided my wartime performance

did not merit it.

You, I sense, did not concur?

So, when Captain Howton goaded you in front of Mrs Waterson,

it must have struck a nerve.

That's why I told Eddie Devine what he did.

About Captain Howton's role in his father's injury?

People treated the captain like he was a hero.

I say he was a bigger coward than Oscar Treadwell.

Were you provoked into anything else, I wonder?

That was revenge enough for me, Father.

SOFT THUD

Hello?

Oh, Eddie! The study window was open.

Thank goodness you're all right!

Do you think I shot him? Of course not!

But...why did you run away?

Because your boyfriend clearly reckons I'm guilty. Well, frankly,

I'm not sure I'll ever be able to trust

Chief Inspector Sullivan again. Why?

He's been distracted by a shinier model.

What? I'll throttle him! Eddie, please.

Don't do anything rash. I need some water.

Of course.

Sit down.

I've found a spot in the woods,

where that swing used to be. Right.

Good.

Here you are.

KNOCKING Isabel?

Stay safe.

KNOCKING Isabel?

I saw your note.

Erm, Isabel, what...

What's happened?

I came to tell you that whoever put that gun in the shed

must have taken my secret set of keys,

which it turns out are not quite as secret as I believed. Ah.

That's helpful.

Has Eddie been in contact?

No.

Isabel, you gave me your word.

You accuse ME of deception?!

I saw you with that woman in your office!

HE STUTTERS

That was work-related.

Oh, really?

What aspect of your work requires you to hold a woman's hand

and tell her she's wonderful?!

HE STUTTERS

No, I'd like you to go, please.

Isabel...

So, Captain Howton bullied John during the war?

It would appear so.

The question is,

what moved Private John Carlton to take his revenge now?

What do you think, Mrs Devine?

I think Chief Inspector Sullivan is seeing someone else.

Her name is Gloria.

He was talking to her on the telephone.

Then I saw him with her at the station.

Mrs Devine,

whilst it is impossible to truly understand another's heart,

the Chief Inspector appears, dare I say it,

to be besotted with you. He was holding her hand, Father.

He told her she was wonderful.

KNOCKING

Sergeant. Father, ladies.

Forgive the intrusion.

You asked for Captain Howton's movements yesterday, Father?

Yes. He was seen entering a post office

in Cirencester, where he sent a telegram.

And afterwards, he visited a local farm.

What was the name of the farm?

Er, Morris Farm, Father.

That was where Oscar Treadwell was working,

until yesterday,

when he was fired.

Mr Treadwell.

Father.

Ladies. Here for the Rosary, I presume?

You know me well, Father.

Have you heard about Captain Howton?

I overheard the men at the hostel talking about it.

Shocking news. All violence is so...senseless.

I gather Captain Howton paid a visit to your ex-employer, Mr Morris,

at his farm yesterday? Mm.

It seems Captain Howton found out last week

that Mr Morris was employing me

and decided to combine his return to the area

with a little...sabotage. Oh!

I'd be livid, if I were you.

Was that part of the reason you came to yesterday's event?

I needed to look that man in the eye, Mrs Devine.

To show him that nothing he could do to me would ever

shake me from my beliefs.

Which begs the question, Mr Treadwell -

was that enough for you?

Yes, Father.

He got the message.

Oscar Treadwell may be a pacifist now,

but that man fought in the Great War,

he knows how to fire a gun. I agree,

but I am not persuaded that Oscar Treadwell

would compromise his principles of nonviolence

even for his bete noire, Captain Howton.

At least we know where he is,

which is more than what we can say for Eddie.

Mrs Devine, forgive my presumption,

you wouldn't happen to know where your son is, would you?

Eddie.

You gave me your word!

I had to tell them.

Where's Sullivan? We've said nothing to Chief Inspector Sullivan.

Why? Cos we don't think you did it, Eddie.

Are you looking for your father's George Medal?

It's missing. I think it came off as I was making that den.

Oh, no!

Fear not.

I may have a solution.

Meanwhile, you are not helping your case, Mr Devine,

by remaining on the run.

Well, with all the roads and stations covered,

it's only a matter of time.

Mr Devine.

I didn't do it.

Eddie.

HUMMING

Oh, it's like one of those aliens

you see in the films.

Those things have saved thousands of lives.

Erm, can I have a go?

Yes, in a minute!

HUMMING INTENSIFIES

Must be buried in the ground.

Whatever it is, it's considerably

bigger than a medal. Oh...

Father, you don't think it could be a...?

Perhaps, as a precaution, you should stand well back.

Why would you bury a bike?

Father, what's that in the handlebar?

I believe it is a bullet.

He was just a boy.

Why would someone fire a gun at him?

Mrs Waterson, what time of day did Adam ride off on his bicycle?

It was 17 minutes past three in the morning.

One minute after he had

walked in on myself and Captain Howton.

Adam ran downstairs,

and by the time I got outside, he and his bicycle were gone.

I sent Captain Howton to look for him.

Poor boy.

It was my sin...

..that drove him away, Father.

Whatever happened to him is my fault.

Father, a word.

The bullet in that handlebar is from a .303 calibre.

Just like the one that killed Captain Howton, Father.

So, potentially, also fired from a Lee-Enfield rifle.

Adam Waterson disappeared in 1941, didn't he?

13th of October, Father.

Excuse me.

BUGLE TOOTS

"Roads quiet. No suspicious activity."

Oh, dear.

BANGING

Mr Carlton.

How fortuitous.

I was just coming to see you.

Well, Father, I'm very pleased to bump into you.

I fear the village has misunderstood you.

Your feelings for Mrs Waterson

were not borne out of infatuation,

but out of guilt.

I'm full of sympathy for you.

It was obviously a tragic accident.

In 1941, the entire country was on high alert for Nazi spies.

You were on point duty with Captain Howton,

but he abandoned you to be with Mrs Waterson.

It wasn't the first time that he'd left me alone, Father, but...

..that night, I was seeing Nazis in every shadow.

All I could think of was Captain Howton's warning.

Halt, or I'll have to shoot!

BIKE CRASHES

"Don't be the traitor that lets a Nazi pass."

But young Adam was deaf. He couldn't hear me.

In that moment, a part of me died, too.

You're right about Rachel.

The guilt is there, every time I see her, stabbing me.

He was on his bike!

He didn't stop!

I thought he was a Nazi!

No-one else need know about this, Private.

Bury the bike in another part of the woods.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Captain Howton stayed quiet for over ten years,

until his marriage collapsed, and his finances with it.

He sent you a telegram yesterday, didn't he? Mm.

What was he demanding for his continued silence?

Half my parents' inheritance.

By this morning,

or everyone would know what I did to Adam.

I felt...

..trapped.

Scared that I'd always be his slave.

And you saw violence as the only way to free yourself from him? Mm.

I made sure I left before him and hid outside with a rifle.

Captain Howton taught me to shoot.

He was a good teacher.

You seem remarkably calm, Mr Carlton...

..but I do not detect any remorse.

No, Father.

You see, I'm making my escape.

Rachel's tears in the woods,

I'm afraid they have broke me.

TICKING

Ah. Everyone has their war souvenirs, don't they?

I've attached a timer to the charge.

In...25 minutes,

this will all be over.

You do have a choice, John.

You can unchain yourself, walk away and ask for God's forgiveness.

My faith is long gone, Father.

The war saw to that.

It turned me into a murderer, and I never even set eyes on a Nazi.

Look at us, with our tea and cakes.

We polish our medals and fire our guns,

like it's all something to celebrate.

I'm taking it all up with me, Father, the old HQ as well.

Why the timer, John?

Because I don't want anyone else hurt.

That's why I'm so pleased you're here.

I need you to clear the area for me.

Please say sorry to Rachel for me.

And also, to Eddie.

Oh, there you are, Father.

Is that a...? Ladies,

might I have a word with you?

Outside.

Mrs Devine, please relay the news to the Chief Inspector,

we will need his urgent assistance in making the bomb safe. Right.

Miss Palmer, you and I shall move everyone away from the hall.

Sergeant! Isabel.

John Carlton has a Butterfly Bomb in the Great Hall.

It's set to explode at five o'clock.

Good Lord! He's also confessed to the murder of Captain Howton.

Well, if he's confessed, then let me go!

Hold on, Eddie, please.

No, you need me!

We did controlled explosions during my National Service.

How much bomb training have you had?

Sergeant, keys, please.

Oh, Eddie!

Please don't get involved in this.

What would Dad do?

We need sandbags.

Right. Where are we going to find those?

She Stoops to Conquer!

The Kembleford Players' last production,

we used them to secure the wobbly scenery.

OK.

TICKING

The immediate area has been evacuated.

Thank you, Father.

Now I just need you to leave.

You say seeing Rachel Waterson's grief drove you to this.

Yes.

But you have the power to ease that pain,

to allow her to grieve properly,

by confessing to her yourself...

..and showing her where her son's body is buried.

Get out...

..or I'll kick this and take you all up with me!

Sergeant, would you accompany Mrs Devine outside

and oversee the others there, please?

It's all right, Mum. Come on.

Please!

You said your faith is gone -

but not your compassion,

which is what is stopping you detonating that bomb.

Why is John doing this?

Let's go.

Father?

I'll see you outside.

Those sand bags might not hold. No.

You've got 30 seconds. I implore you to go.

It's still not too late to atone.

I can't face her, Father.

You're braver than you think, John.

Eddie!

Where's Father Brown?

EXPLOSION

GASPING

HE COUGHS

I'm so...

..so sorry.

What for?

INDISTINCT SPEECH

John, what? No! No!

A was on patrol and... INDISTINCT SPEECH

SHE SOBS

I think you both showed commendable bravery.

I just did as I was told, Father.

Your dad would have been proud of you, Eddie.

And you've got a bit more spine than I thought.

Eddie, look what we found in the woods.

Oh, thank you! Oh!

I think this calls for a celebratory cup of tea at the Presbytery.

Good idea, Father.

Eddie? Sure.

Do the decent thing.

Put her out of her misery.

Scones, anyone?

Wasn't you terrified, Father?

I was, but I always felt like I was in safe hands.

Training kicks in, doesn't it?

Look, I'll get some more glasses.

Excuse the fingers.

Oh, Mr Johnson mentioned he was looking for help at the foundry,

so I persuaded him to take Oscar Treadwell on.

Let's hope Oscar can finally stop being punished

for his principles. Mm.

Isabel, might I have a word,

in private?

Whatever you have to tell me, I'd like my friends

to hear it, too.

I'd really rather... Who is Gloria?

Well, she's not a colleague.

She's a jeweller.

Her last name is Hazelbrook.

A jeweller?

Well, how lovely for her!

How lovely for Miss Hazelbrook.

It's Mrs Hazelbrook, actually.

BRENDA SCOFFS And she's married!

Would that be the Hazelbrooks of Cheltenham, perhaps?

Yes, Father.

Oh, next, I suppose you're going to tell me Gloria Hazelbrook

came to your office to show you some jewellery?

Well, yes, she did.

Er...

She was bringing me this.

What are you going to do with that thing?

Isabel Devine...

..will you marry me?

What?

If, er...

You don't need to decide right now, if...

Yes, I do! Yes!

Really? Oh, bravo, Chief Inspector!

Well done! Thank you, Father.

I don't believe it!

Mum?

Congratulations.

You don't mind?

He asked my permission.

Erm, I know it's early days,

but have you considered where you'd like to get married?

I was thinking of a registry office, actually, Father.

LAUGHTER

Oh, thank you.

A toast, a toast!

To the bride and groom!