All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S12E04.BDRip.x264-TABULARiA

Hello, Mr. Michael.

Are you not hunting?

Oh, Miss Hawthorne. I was just looking
for my daughter, Millie. But she's not

the milking parlor. I thought I saw her
by the old Dutch barn.

But I may be mistaken.

The old barn?

More or less what she'd be doing there.

Oh, Jethro.

What am I going to tell Father?

Tell him that we're in love and there's
nothing he can do, the crabby old

mccudger, curmudgeon.

Millie, I thought you'd put an end to
this wretched tryst.

It's not a tryst, Daddy.

We're getting married.

You have been... Listening to The
Muckled, an everyday story of farming

The radio newsreel follows shortly.

There he is.

That was it for you, Kenny, another
winner.

It should work, once we put a symphony
under it.

As you know, recently the press have
been less than kind to us, saying it's

time the show was humanely slaughtered.

I try not to read those reviews.

Unfortunately, I have to.

But I've found a way to make the show a
bit more authentic.

We're going to spend a week in the
country.

See the landscape that inspired the
muckles.

Mix and mingle with actual local yokel.

Sorry, you wanted to actually go there?

Yes, darling.

As opposed to closing our eyes and
imagining it.

That does sound rather jolly.

We'll see all the sights, then come back
suitably refreshed and get to work.

Oh, no.

We'll be broadcasting all our shows
there.

Live. What?

I can't believe the Muckles are actually
coming to our village.

And they will be recording in our
church.

I believe the producer was born here.

It's like meeting long -lost family.

I've been following their adventures for
years.

Yes, Missy Divine, but remember, they do
not know you.

Of course.

I'll endeavour to be nonchalant.

And who's your favourite character?

That is the correct answer.

Hello there.

You must be Mr. Muckle.

Oh, yes, I suppose I am.

I'm a big fan.

I cried my eyes out when your dog fell
in the threshing machine.

Well, that's very kind, thank you.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

Hello there.

Hello. You must excuse him. He's been
reading the script on the bus and he

get a bit emotional. Of course.

I'm Mrs Isabel Devine. If there's
anything you need or anything I can

you actually live here?

That's right.

All the time?

I wouldn't live anywhere else for the
world.

Oh, sorry.

You see, I know a lot of people come to
the country at the weekend, but you

forget that there are people who live
here all the time.

Lovely to meet you.

Hello.

I'm Kenneth Clay, writer and producer of
The Muckles.

Father Brown.

I guessed as much.

I knew your predecessor, Father Smythe.

I heard you were a native of Kembleford.
Many moons ago.

The church.

That will look magnificent in our
publicity photographs.

Bells.

Yes, we have eight.

They're not going to ring, are they,
when we're broadcasting?

Our studio is rather ramshackle.

Well, they will ring tomorrow for Sunday
Mass, and then I assure you they will

be silent for the rest of the week. Oh,
marvellous.

Panic over.

Kenneth! Yes?

It's lovely being here, and...

talking to these country bumpkins.

But where is the hotel?

See that farmhouse over there?

Well, this is very rustic.

However, did you find it? I was born
here.

Really? Yes.

I can still see Father coming through
this door, Mother telling him to take

muddy boots off.

Kenneth, this is all fascinating, but is
there a telephone?

I think I might need to make a phone
call.

Yes, down this corridor in the hallway.

Yes, thank you.

And what I want to know is which is the
biggest bedroom.

Up the stairs, first door on the left.

Lovely.

Typical.

Hello again.

Hello. I forgot to give you these.

Sausage rolls and a Victoria sponge.

Oh, I never say no to a nice sausage
roll.

Our producer was just saying this was
his family home.

I still own it.

I think it's remarkable.

You always said Mr. Mucker was based on
your father, but I had no idea he was a

real farmer.

Farming was his livelihood, but he had
another passion.

I'll show you.

Type 45 radio.

Are you interested in broadcasting
equipment?

I'm afraid, Mr Clay, I'm interested in
almost everything.

So was your father a radio ham?

My father was no ham.

Ham can be cured.

He used this kit to broadcast to fellow
enthusiasts, giving out useful

information in the dark days of the last
war.

And you followed his footsteps into the
world of radio?

I did.

And now, whenever we give out farming
advice on the muckles, well, I only hope

I'm worthy of him.

The muckles?

That's right.

You a fan?

Ooh, as soon as I hear that theme tune,
I run towards the radio to turn it off.

Brenda, that's not fair.

Once you've been listening for years,
they become family.

All the more precious when your own
family aren't around.

Although you did say it's not quite as
good as it was.

I suppose.

Although I am looking forward to Millie
and Jethro's wedding episode.

Speaking of which... Oh, my word.

It's wonderful.

I only hope my wedding can be half as
glamorous.

What do they want all this stuff for?

It's on the radio.

Publicity. photographs.

Oh. It's for the Radio Times.

We are behind the scenes.

Oh. Is it a good fit?

It's fine.

So long as I don't breathe.

How's the clay?

Oh, Father Brown.

We're just making a few last minute
adjustments.

Charlie, could you please put on the top
hat?

I don't think so.

It's a small magazine, and if we're
going to fit all of my face on that

then... Just do it to humour me?

Yes, mein Fuhrer.

I must say, the acoustics in this place
are marvellous.

We'll work wonderfully for the actual
episode.

Yes, Annabelle, you can whistle a happy
tune here.

It's warm there. You look... Ravishing.

I mean, it's a beautiful dress. The
photographer seems to agree.

He's actually keen to get me on the
cover.

Of course.

Well, are you ready for your close -up?
Oh, thank you.

Hello, hello, hello, hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello.

Hello, people.

How would you like a slice of my lovely,
lovely cake here?

My mama Mia, she used to make her a cake
and eat her a cake every single day.

But, you know, my mama, she did not live
too long.

Oh,

lady, would you like to try the cake?

No, thank you.

Just a little slice of the cake?

No.

But your eyes, your eyes on the cake,
they're matched.

Oh, you stupid, selfish little worm.

Why do you always have to ruin
everything? Why don't you just drop down

Elizabeth.

Come on.

Dear.

Idiot.

whether he likes it or not.

Oh,

two minutes over.

It should be all right with a few
judicious cuts.

However, we don't have anyone to do
sound effects.

Why not?

My vanry has been in a minor car crash.

This whole show is a car crash.

Elizabeth, you've done it before. Could
you operate just for this evening?

Well, no.

How can I? I had that big speech on page
seven.

Although we were looking at making some
cuts, so if we were to get rid of your

speech... It's not ideal, I know, but
we're running out of time and I keep

wondering what calamity is going to come
through that door next.

Hello. It's us.

Hello. Father Brown.

So glad you can make it.

We're very keen to see what goes into a
live broadcast.

Blood, sweat and tears, mostly.

Oh, it's all happening here.

Yes, indeed.

Charlie, can you do your warm -up in the
green room, please?

Yavur! Goodness, it does seem quite
chaotic.

Yes, we're just dealing with a few pre
-performance nerves, but once that on

-air sign comes on...

to actually see the axe.

Please,

Daddy.

Jethro would like a word with you.

Ready?

Well, come on, then.

What are you going to say to yourself?

It's the muggle!

Play the music.

I said, play the music!

You have been listening to the muggles.

And every day...

Charlie? The radio newsreel follows
shortly.

Charlie!

It's too late.

Are you all right?

Just a bit shaken.

Father, I assume you witnessed the
proceedings?

Yes, I did.

Throughout the episode, Mr Chumley
seemed in discomfort.

Then, at the end, he suffered a
paroxysm.

Had he had anything to eat or drink in
the past hour?

That was that throat spray.

He was gulping that down like he was
dying of thirst.

Who's in charge here?

I am.

Kenneth Clay.

Though perhaps not for much longer.

20 million people just heard a man die
live on air.

Don't know about that.

We had the wireless on at the station.
Sounded like Jethro being on the cider

again. Thank goodness for that.

Well, I need a drink. Or you'll have
another body on the floor.

I'll get you some water.

No. No one's to touch anything.

I'll take your statements outside.

It's going to be a long night.

Hello there.

Something's not good.

Oh, Mrs, um, what's it? Left us some
bits and pieces and some eggs from the

house. Oh, lovely.

This whole week could be rather jolly if
it wasn't for all the disasters.

I couldn't sleep a wink. I kept seeing
him writhing on the floor, reaching out

for help.

You do know that if you get nervous in
the night, you can always come into my

room and... No, no, no.

Sorry.

Sorry, that sounded a bit dumb. No, it's
fine.

Well, anyone who says an actress' life
is easy should spend a night in this

hellhole. A mattress made of straw and
an absolute maniac underneath me.

A maniac?

Kenneth. And just over his study.

And he was up all night, bash, bash,
bashing on that machine of his.

Listen.

Oh, darling, is it too soon to say good
riddance to bad rubbish?

What are you listening to?

Father Brown, we were just listening to
our producer.

Yes, he records all his episodes on tape
and then he types them up.

And as you can imagine, we're very keen
to know what happens next.

Oh, good morning. Now, I've spoken to
the DG, the head of department, and

Charlie's mother.

And everyone's very keen that we
continue.

Now, we're keeping his death quiet for
now, but we'll make an announcement on

Friday. The wedding episode.

I take it you will not now be requiring
St Mary's?

Actually, we will.

Millie is going to be jilted at the
altar, rejected by the only man she ever

loved. There won't be a dry eye in the
United Kingdom.

Marvellous! And what about Mr Muckle?

He's going to make peace with his
daughter.

apologise for all the hurt he's caused,
and then he's going to try and persuade

her that there are brighter days ahead.

Oh, that sounds good.

Now, as it's a lovely day, I think we
should go and rehearse outside.

Although I still need someone to do
sound effects.

Cowbells, foghorns and wind noises.

Why do you think of me?

I saw how engrossed you were yesterday
evening.

And Mr Clay's a very good judge of
character.

Welcome.

This is the barn where my father would
gather winter fodder and come home

covered in chaff.

Right.

Are you sitting comfortably?

Then we'll begin.

Now, let's make some muckles magic.

Oh, Miss Althorn, I must say, you've
worked wonders with my old Aberdeen

Longhorn. Whatever is your secret?

It's very simple.

Her udders were looking a little sore,
so I rubbed on my unguent spearmint

flower and fresh chamomile. Well, it's
had the most remarkable effect on her

yields.

Which just goes to show, when you treat
animals with respect, they repay you

tenfold. Speaking of respect, you do
need to sort things with your daughter.

Millie has made her own bed, be it lumpy
and uncomfortable.

Mr. Markle, Jethro may be coarse and
uncouth, but he has a good heart.

And love is such a rare... And precious
thing in the soil, carry on. Ladies and

gentlemen, sorry for interrupting.

We need a word with Miss Hawthorne. I
mean...

Elizabeth, warmly, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Charlie

Chumley.

Oh, Father, I can't bear it. They've
been interrogating me for three hours.

After a while, you want to confess just
to make it stop.

Why did they arrest you?

Apparently, someone put poison in
Charlie's throat spray.

Tritonine.

And they found traces of it on my sound
effects table.

They'd been going through all my
possessions, my luggage, my clothes.

It didn't help that yesterday you told
him to drop Dan dead.

For once in his life, he listened.

I can see that Mr Chumley was not easy
to get on with.

Do you know of anyone who might have a
lethal grudge against him?

Well, there was...

Annabelle? I mean, she had to marry him.

Oh, yes.

I know she was dreading this trip.

Demanded Wednesday morning off so she
could go back to London.

And then on Sunday night... Yes?

I heard her on the telephone to her
agent, sobbing, saying Charlie had

everything. Did she say how?

I never heard that.

Please, I... I have to get back to
Graham.

We must work on our theme.

Yes, Miss Woman.

I will do everything possible to make
sure that happens.

Father, I feel I'm in hell.

I mean, poor Charlie. But then poor
Elizabeth.

And poor everyone.

We don't even know if the show is safe.

Must be a very precarious occupation,
acting.

Forever searching for the next job.

Yes. It's a non -stop round of begging
letters and auditions.

Is that why you asked for Wednesday
morning off?

So you could go back to London?

No.

No, I won't be going to London.

No?

I had an audition.

But now I don't.

Would that have been for a show called
The King and I?

How do you know?

Well, at the wedding photography session
yesterday, Charlie Chumley taunted you.

He said you could whistle a happy tune,
and that is the song from The King and

I.

It is.

And it was going to be my West End
debut.

Only on Sunday night, my agent said that
they didn't want to see me.

Someone had told them that I was
unreliable.

Unreliable? Me?

And you think that someone was Charlie
Chumley?

It had to be.

He was the only one who knew.

Why would Mr. Chumley sabotage your
career?

Isn't it obvious?

He wanted to be the star of the Muckles.

And by marrying me, taking over the
farm.

But if I left, it would make life
difficult for him.

So I think he made a few phone calls
and... Come in.

Hello.

We have a situation in the pigsty.

Hello.

Father, forgive me.

I was just looking for the piggy.

Napoleon, noble.

Squealer.

Kenneth, you do know it's not a farm
anymore. The animals died some time ago.

They're all still here in my memory.

Running around, little curly tails.

Annabel, could you come in with me?

But I've got my sleeves on.

Then could you make a strong pot of
coffee?

Yes, I could definitely do that.

Do you know what they call a little
piggy, the tedious in the litter?

That would be the runt.

Yes.

That's what my father used to call me.

You're a runt.

A pathetic, heaven -stone weakling.

But I am not a runt.

I am BBC producer.

Yes, and a very fine one. No, I'm not.

I just seem to ruin everything.

I thought coming here would breathe new
life into the show, but now Charlie's

dead, Elizabeth's been locked up, and I
don't know what to do for tonight's

episode. Can you give me that?

That was a disgusting

waste. Not at all.

In fact, the earthworms are having a
marvellous party.

But your job is to entertain the nation.

But we haven't got a show.

Oh, come on, Kenneth.

Where's it worth storms than this?

Storms?

Storms, yes.

Yes, that's it.

Thank you.

Well done, Mr Snow.

Very persuasive.

The thing is, my part was based on his
father, so I always get through to him.

Now I just have to work out what to do
for poor Elizabeth.

Miss Wormley.

Oh, dear.

Not more questions.

No. But it's seven o 'clock.

I thought you might like to listen to
the wireless.

I'd rather be on it.

But it will be nice to know how my
friends are doing.

All right, then.

Oh, this is a terrible storm.

You think I don't know?

I'm soaked to the...

Millie, I know we've had our
disagreements, but we have to work

sake of the farm.

Poor Miss Hawthorne's gone missing.

Where are her horses?

I think they've bolted.

Moonlight!

Moonlight! Moonlight!

How's the head, Mr Clay?

Much better, thank you.

I'm just rather overwhelmed by recent
events, but everything's back on track

now.

Well,

I thought that was the best episode
ever.

Your wind noises were wonderful.

I know.

And when the horse got stuck in the mud,
you know it's not real, but you start

to see it in front of you.

I think it's because we're all listening
together.

20 million people all believing.

The episode's going very well, in spite
of all the disasters.

And now they have another disaster.

No, Chief Huntsville, she clearly told
them to drop down dead.

No, not in the programme. She actually
said it in real life. Excuse me.

Please tell me you have some good news
from the labs.

Mr Clay?

Mr. Clay?

Dad? I don't know, Daddy.

It can't be.

I'm afraid so.

Crushed by an old, old tree.

Father Brown?

Mr. Clay, forgive me.

I am, as you know, an avid Muckles
listener.

Fair enough, though I would prefer you
to wait till the actual episode.

Which I'm sure will be gripping.

I've just read the interview with the
late Charlie Chumley.

Oh, Lord.

Break it to me gently.

He said he writes scripts for the
Muckles.

No, absolutely not.

That was just Charlie spinning a yarn.

Believe me, there is only one captain on
this ship.

And what would the captain do, Mr Clay,
should one of the crew threaten mutiny?

Father, I hope you're not suggesting
something unsavoury.

There were many times I could have
cheerfully murdered Charlie Chumley, but

been through hell this week, writing and
rewriting.

We will have a wonderful episode in the
church this evening, but nothing like my

original plan.

What was the original plan?

Well, it's going to be the wedding
episode.

Jethro would be late, of course.

Always adds to the drama.

And then, at the end of this joyous,
happy episode, Mr. Muckle was going to

That's the reaction I was hoping for.

Certainly surprised Graham on the bus.

But I kept telling him, if you're going
to go, you may as well go in style.

We've got a visitor.

Apparently, some very important
solicitor, who knows the chief

demanded that they look at the evidence
again.

And as there's nothing conclusive, I'm
out on police bail, pending further

inquiry. But who exactly instructed this
solicitor? I don't know.

I must have a guardian angel.

It doesn't matter who it was. The main
thing is, you're in tonight's show.

And the show must go on.

Mr. Snow, might I have a private word?

I presume you were responsible for the
delifter.

Was it that obvious?

The thing is, I know beyond all doubt
she didn't do it.

How can you be so sure?

Because Elizabeth is the kindest person
I've ever met.

She's just like the sun.

As soon as she appears, everyone feels
better.

You in love with her, Mr Snow?

More than you could possibly imagine.

Have you told her about your feelings?

How could I?

We have the most wonderful time
together, but what if she doesn't feel

way?

So, no, no, I just carry on sharing a
microphone, but never my feelings.

admiring Miss Warmly from afar.

But that was about to change.

You were going to be written out of the
muckles.

Indeed, on the way here, you read a
script in which he dies, which

you greatly.

Well, of course it did. How would you
feel?

I'd be totally devoted to this show. I'd
be tossed aside.

And yet you were not tossed aside.

Thanks to Mr Chumley's death, you will
remain as will Miss Wormley.

Father Brown, I don't know who killed
Charlie.

But I would never be brave enough.

You see, I've been in love with
Elizabeth for ten years and I'm still

terrified to tell her.

I'm not a man who takes risks.

Indeed.

But an hour ago, Miss Wormley was in a
cell.

And now she's enjoying the taste of
freedom.

Perhaps it's time you escaped from your
cell.

Here we go.

Hot off the press.

So what's actually going to happen?

Millie learns of the death of Jethro.

And will be furious with her father, of
course.

But Miss Hawthorne will bring them back
together.

Then, having brought Heath to the
muckle,

She reveals that her sister is very ill
and she has to move back to London.

London?

The thing is, Elizabeth, it's marvellous
that you're out on bail, but who knows

what happens next?

We have to think of the show. Now, hang
on.

No, no, no. I understand.

We also need a friend and confidant for
Millie.

Father Brown?

Yes.

I realise this is unlikely, but...

Do you know of any actresses?

This is the greatest honour of my entire
life.

Although I am terrified. What if I mess
up my first line?

What is your first line?

Hello, Millie.

I'm not going to think about the 20
million listeners.

I'm doing it for these people, my
friends.

Oh, there's Edgar.

Isn't it romantic?

If you see any decorations you like,
just let me know and I'll try and keep

of them.

Oh, that's wonderful as well, but I'm
afraid I'm not here just for your

performance. I'm also here to keep an
eye on someone who remains our number

suspect.

Oh. But good luck.

Thank you.

We're coming to this live transmission
of the muckles.

We would ask you, please, to remain in
your pews and avoid any extraneous

Obviously, I have asked Father Brown to
silence the bells.

Are we ready at the back?

When the on -air sign illuminates, we
will be live to the nation.

Good luck.

Mr Clay, may I have a word?

I am a bit busy.

But I'm afraid this can't wait.

And I'm sure the show will go on without
you.

Tonight's episode is dedicated to Mr.

Charlie Cholmondeley, a much -loved
member of the Muckles cast, who sadly

away this week.

May I say, it is such a great privilege
to watch you work, conjuring stories out

of thin air and committing them to tape.

Well, I've had to do that.

Sheer pressure of time.

I heard the recording you made of your
characters reacting to the death of

Jethro.

And in the background, I could hear the
church bells.

But the bells only rang on Sunday this
week, which means that you were

for the death...

of Charlie Chumley while he was still
alive.

I think you're forgetting my profession,
Father. I do use sound effects.

And I think you're forgetting mine.

I would know the sound of St Mary's
bells anywhere.

What did Mr.

Chumley do that made you decide he had
to die?

Or what did he discover?

I suspect the answer lies in your
father's love of radio.

What do you mean?

I was very intrigued by the map in his
study.

Great Britain.

Studied with pins.

London, Coventry, Liverpool,
Southampton. And then I realised they

cities that suffered major bombing raids
in World War II.

Strange thing for a farmer to record.

And then when I returned, the map had
been removed.

It was in the way.

I wanted to make the place my own.

William Joyce, the traitor, known as
Lord Haw -Haw, broadcast every night on

behalf of the Nazi party, celebrating
every bomb that fell.

I wonder, did your father attempt the
same sort of thing?

Perhaps as an aficionado.

He would know how to evade detection by
the authorities.

And then, Mr Chumley called you Mein
Führer.

I wonder, did Charlie Chumley find out
your father's secret?

I should have known that Charlie would
go snooping.

He went looking for beer or...

Cigarette.

And he found something a lot more ugly.

What's this?

Oh, my word.

What have we?

What are you doing?

I'm reading a letter from an old friend
of your father's.

What friend?

It's a German name.

Oh, look at that.

It's Joseph Gerbold.

Well, father would never... So,

Mr. Chumley knew a terrible secret.

And had he meant power?

He did.

Suddenly he thought he was in charge of
the show.

He gave me a list of suggestions.

And they were awful.

So, have you had a look at my ideas?

I did, but you must be joking.

Jethro's evil twin, flying saucers, an
alien invasion.

It would kill the show.

Then look.

Why don't we do an episode where someone
turns out to be a Nazi instead?

You could not allow him to destroy the
beautiful thing you created.

So you had to destroy him.

Taught him to fall into place.

The farmhouse was full of rat poison.

And he had that ridiculous throat spray
he used to use.

I had hoped that he would die later at
the pub.

Charlie always had terrible timing.

When he died, you ran to loosen his
clothing.

You were picking his pockets to retrieve
the letter from Herr Goebbels.

An everyday story of farming folk.

Charlie! Charlie!

To keep my father's secret.

I can't even manage that.

Your father went to his maker and was
judged.

Now, you have to confess and beg God's
forgiveness.

Confess?

How can I?

I am the muckle's father. I created it.

Without my particular vision, it would
be lost.

Your program is loved by millions, but
you must tell the truth and save your

soul. For the sake of my listeners, I
must keep my head down and carry on.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Father.

Oh, Millie.

I know this was meant to be the happiest
day of your life, but just be glad

you've got your friends and family who
love you very much.

I know.

And Jethro will always live on in my
heart.

Well, I'm just glad we're all friends
again, because, as you know, my sister

very ill, and family is the most
precious thing.

And so I must leave you.

No. No.

You can't possibly go.

What? Why ever not? Because I

love you.

I don't think anyone was expecting that
ending.

They seem to like it, yeah.

It certainly came as a surprise to me.

But a very welcome one.

Kenneth, I'm... I'm so sorry.

That was most unprofessional of me. No.

In fact, it was perfect.

And it's made me realise the show can go
on without me.

What do you mean, darling? You are the
show.

Not anymore.

Chief Inspector, may I have a word?

Certainly.

Oh, thank you, my darlings.

And please, look after the show for me.

So have you enjoyed your week in
Candleford, Miss Binkley?

Well, it's been extraordinary.

But I don't know how people cope with no
theatre, no cinema, no culture of any

kind. Hang on.

We can still turn on the radio and
listen to you.

Of course.

And that's what keeps you going.

Well, I'd better get back to London and
make some more episodes.

Goodbye.

Father Brown, I want to thank you for
performing a miracle.

And which miracle would that be?

You got a crusty old curmudgeon to open
his heart.

It's a miracle I've been waiting for for
ten years.

And you'll be pleased to hear we've
spoken to our new producer.

Oh, so what's going to happen?

There will be wedding bells, both on the
programme and in real life.

Oh, well.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

You

know

how I said I can't stand the muckles?

Yes. I kind of like it now.

I think I might miss them.

Oh, Brenda.

You don't need to miss them.

They'll always be there for you.

Every evening at seven.

Your invisible friends.