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I'll see you soon.

Thank you.

Father Brown?

Cardinal Pattenham.

St. Mary's welcomed you.

To what do we owe this? Visited.

Before I proceed, you must understand that this is an internal matter. The

police are not to be involved.

If the following information would become public, it would not only

his holiness, but... undermine trust in the church itself.

Of course.

You know of the Cup of Calabria?

Unearthed in the 1600s.

Believed to be made of the true cross.

One of the Vatican's most treasured possessions.

Stolen. Three days ago.

Oh, dear.

Indeed. His Holiness promised the Grand Duchess of Luxembourg that he would use

the cup at Holy Communion during her state visit.

Do you know who purloined it?

We do.

Hercule Flambeau?

No. But it is apropos that you mention his name.

You still have a relationship with Monsieur Flambeau?

I consider myself his spiritual advisor.

Then you will call on the thief to assist you.

What?

Recovering the cup of Calabria.

Of course.

People think it's just pulling on a rope, but there's so much more to it

that. It requires physical and mental discipline.

If you pull at the wrong time, it causes pandemonium.

Expecting someone, Father?

No.

You were saying?

Bell ringing.

I'm loving it.

Well, I'm looking forward to hearing you ringing the changes, Mrs Divine. I'll

get that.

You summoned me.

That's not a very good disguise.

You're not in disguise, are you?

You're drunk.

Do detective work? Who is it, Father?

Who's at the door?

Just the paper boy.

That's not our usual paper.

Why don't you take the rest of the day off, Mrs Devine?

You deserve it. But I've only just started. What about the course, Elise?

Well, they can wait till tomorrow.

What's going on?

I've just given you a day off with pay. I believe the correct response is, thank

you, Father.

Thank you, Father.

Been in a fight?

The odd scrap with the jealous husband.

What's going on, Hercule?

I was about to ask you the same question.

Your personal ad didn't give much away.

Have you been, Cindy? I didn't come all this way for psychotherapy, Father.

So please, tell me, why am I here?

Father Vincent Lazarus.

Recently excommunicated.

He stole the cup of Calabria from the Vatican.

Naughty boy.

And killed a guard when he made his escape.

The Vatican have received a tip -off that he fled to England and seeks to

the cup on the black market. And they've asked me to retrieve it.

And how do you intend to do that?

With your help, hopefully.

Is that coming from you or them?

Both.

The Vatican would have happily seen me executed in Spain.

And now they want my help.

You got off fairly lightly, if memory serves.

And what about you?

Taking my confession one day, inviting me to break the seventh commandment the

next?

I must admit to some misgivings.

After what you've been through, the last thing I want is to steer you from the

path of redemption.

Redemption?

And this is a personal request from His Holiness.

Tell the Pope that I politely decline his gracious offer and give his ring a

kiss from me while you're at it.

No hard feelings.

Mind my saying, you don't see them yourself.

Regardless of whether or not you decide to help me, you should know that my

first priority, whether you like it or not, will always be your soul.

And I believe yours is in pain.

You want to know how I've been since my father died?

Since my visit to your confessional?

Let's just say you were right about not giving to father.

You don't want me on this mission.

I'm not an asset.

I'm a liability.

So much for the healing power of confession.

Confession's only the beginning.

It doesn't mean anything if you don't make amends. My father died making

You're wrong about one thing.

I do want you on this mission.

To be quite honest, I don't think I can do it without you.

You need someone who knows how to use his fists.

I need somebody who can think on their feet and act quickly.

The clock is ticking.

The Vatican wants the cup returned within a week. Why the rush?

It's to be used at a mass for the Grand Duchess of Luxembourg.

The true cross does not belong in the hands of a murderer.

You know that.

Very well, Father.

One last hurrah.

For you.

I understand.

And where?

Right. What time?

I won't say anything to anyone. You're sure?

Particularly Mrs. Devine.

Given her relationship with the Chief Inspector, it would put her in a very

awkward position.

Well, you could tell me what's going on.

Flambor?

Out of my hands, I'm afraid.

According to my contact...

A private auction was hastily arranged two days ago at the Cedermont

Hotel. It's taking place this afternoon.

Suspicious, given the timing, but not necessarily proof.

One lot up for sale.

Described as a religious antiquity.

There you go, mate. Thank you. Thank you.

Friend of yours?

She does seem vaguely familiar.

We can't take the cup while it's in full view.

We'll have to wait until after the bidding.

Agreed.

Adelus.

Difficult to say.

Can I see your invitations, please, gents?

I'm afraid I left mine at home, and the father's here at my request to

authenticate the object.

You both need to leave.

Is there some reason you object to authentication?

The seller has assured me that this is a genuine article.

Then you won't mind a second opinion.

May I?

Possessing the cup seems very important to you. May I ask why?

Is it true what they say?

That it has the power of healing?

The church has made no official pronouncement. Of course it's true.

Records going back hundreds of years.

Physical and spiritual salvation.

Its power is in no doubt.

Can you all take your seats, please?

Bidding will begin in five minutes.

Thank you.

So what was it doing in there?

I don't know.

Maybe Flambeau gave it to Father Brown the last time that he was here.

Then why was he acting so suspiciously this morning?

You know something, don't you?

No. You'd normally be on this like a fly on jam toast,

Brenda. Oh, right.

He was here.

I knew it.

Why didn't you tell me? Well, Father Brown told me not to.

What? Because of your relationship with Sullivan. Why else?

You remember what happened last time?

Oh, my God.

You're right. This is a disaster. Why did you tell me? You just begged me to

five seconds ago before I'd fully taken stock of the situation.

If Edgar finds out that I know and didn't tell him... You are not telling

Sullivan. You could call off the wedding. It's divine.

Please.

Firstly, they'll be long gone by now. Sullivan will never find out.

Secondly, do you really want to betray Father Brown?

Of course not. Keep it to yourself, then.

The Son of God, crucified on this very wood.

His blood soaked into its grain, bestowing with it the power of the Holy

Power of healing.

To whomsoever drinks from this cup.

Bidding begins at £50 ,000.

£50 ,000.

Do I hear £51 ,000?

£51 ,000.

£52 ,000?

£52 ,000.

£53 ,000.

£54 ,000.

I've got to look the part. £54 ,000. £55 ,000. Thank you. £56 ,000.

£57 ,000. £60 ,000.

£61 ,000. £70 ,000.

Do I hear a raise on 70 ,000?

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold.

Mine.

Mine.

He's dead.

It goes well.

So this one, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Mrs Devine.

You all right? You seem a bit out of sorts.

Nothing. I'm just meeting Edgar for a late lunch.

What? Oh, did we... I'm so sorry, I completely forgot. I'm buried in

Can we...

Do it tomorrow?

Of course.

Yes?

You're not upset?

Not at all.

Oh, since you seem a little distracted.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Oh, well, I'll see you off to work and we can talk about wedding plans over

Candlelit dinner?

Sounds lovely.

Is it divine?

Flamborne's here.

What? Where?

Clearly this makes me a bit effective.

And a prime suspect.

There's no sign of foul play. The man was clearly unwell. Shock must have

him. Precisely.

Either way, we will need to call the police.

And the cup.

I'll call the client now.

Ask for instruction. Everybody please wait in the next room.

Lazarus?

Quite possibly.

Sir.

Who's Lazarus? We had a problem.

You'll find him in the New Testament.

John, chapter 11.

And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with grave clothes.

And who are you?

Could be asking you the same question.

But we're all strangers here.

No need for names.

My client has agreed to sell you the cup, but only at the final bidding

£70 ,000.

Correct.

Well, make up your mind.

I'll have to leave with the cup before the police get here.

I accept.

I'll need to telephone my solicitor and ask him to go to the bank to transfer

the funds.

So there's a county's house.

Right.

We haven't got much time.

I'm sure you, Giles.

I haven't taken leave of my senses.

Neither am I under duress.

Now, do as I say.

Thank you.

It's done.

Now give it to me.

This is done, Laura.

Faith! Alas, someone got there before me.

No one came in or out, at least not through the door. And no one went near

when we were in the room, apart from you.

Is that why you covered it? So you could make the switch?

What do you think I am, a magician?

We need to search everyone.

Where's the other bidder?

There was no one on the end of that telephone.

One of those men is Lazarus.

Ballet service.

I can't apologise too much.

or him for a second.

Father Brown sent me away.

Wouldn't tell me nothing.

Oh, that's strange.

Flambeau's usually only too keen to involve you in his criminal adventures.

Not this time.

Whatever it was, it was top secret.

Or supposed to be.

And how you take it you have absolutely no idea where they've gone?

Did you not just hear what I said?

If he shows up again, Brenda,

Do you telephone me at once?

He's been shot.

Lazarus.

Why?

I'll let you into the auction.

Where is he?

Heavenly woods.

We need to telephone for an ambulance.

He's dead.

This man would still be alive if we hadn't... We didn't choose him.

This is hopeless. There's nothing here.

I'm not ready to give up hope yet.

Then you better start praying for divine intervention.

I'm more concerned about you at present.

Me?

You almost got us killed.

There was never any danger of that.

Then why did you drive straight at that tractor?

What can I say? I'm a thrill seeker.

With a death wish?

I would never put you in harm's way.

And if I hadn't been in the car?

I assure you, Father, I am not some sort of suicidal maniac.

You said yourself you'd become a liability.

What did you mean by that?

I have no doubt that you are still grieving for your father.

I barely knew him. Which in some ways makes it worse.

We don't have time for this. Unless you admit to your pain, you have no chance

of healing. I'm fine.

Dame Lydia Adams.

I knew I recognized her.

She's a significant donor to the Vatican.

May we come in?

Whatever you have to say, you can say it here.

We believe you have been the target of a confidence tree.

You'd better come in.

Do you have the invitation, Lady Lydia?

It was left at my door.

Have you any idea why you were chosen?

Because I'm rich.

I suspect it's more than that.

They had to know that you'd take the bait.

That you'd bid 70 ,000 pounds.

My husband and daughter, they were killed in a car crash last year.

I'm so sorry.

Since then, there hasn't been a single day where I haven't wanted to

end it all.

Of course, I'd never do it.

Spend the rest of eternity in hell rather than be reunited with my family.

But the thought...

will come, especially at night, when the pain

is most unbearable.

But it was my hope, my prayer, that drinking from the cup would finally heal

my suffering.

Did you talk about your pain to anyone from the Vatican?

I took confessors.

Who was your confessor?

I'm not sure.

Her father, Lazarus?

Yes, yes, that was him.

He's not responsible for all this.

He was so kind.

We don't have time for this.

You said it was genuine, the cup.

I believe it is, yes.

Then maybe I'm just not worthy of its gift.

How do you know that?

Unless you had already drunk from it.

I found it on my doorstep when I got back from the auction.

I don't understand.

Why did he give it back?

It was always his intention that you should have it. He only stole it because

showed up.

Are you saying this was an honourable gesture?

No.

He wanted you to get caught so you would be disgraced and the Vatican

embarrassed and they would never be able to accept a donation from you ever

again.

You have to leave.

I am at St Mary's, and my door is always open.

Father.

Father Lazarus, I presume.

I'd be grateful if you'd kindly leave the cup behind before you go.

You call the police.

Question accomplished, Father.

Do my regards to the Vatican.

Don't move!

Rubble!

Warning you!

Rubble!

Rubble!

This man is a murderer. The body on Hemley Road.

Anonymous tip -off said that Dame Lydia was in possession of an artifact stolen

from the Vatican.

An artifact?

He that had been dead came forth, bound feet and hands with winding bands,

not grave clothes.

Babiol. Your Eminence, this is Father... Do you have it?

Yes.

Thank goodness, then, sir. Father Lazarus is in custody in Kemblesford

Station. I'll be there within the hour. Just one more thing.

Early today, Father Lazarus quoted from the King James Bible, not our Douay

-Rheims. Are you surprised he disregards our ways?

I suppose not.

But I just can't help thinking... Father, this is no time for your

mystery -making. Guard the cup until I rev.

I think we have more important things to discuss.

Oh! Did she tell you what she did, then?

I'm so sorry, Father.

You've done nothing wrong.

Miss Palmer, would you take your seat, please?

This is the cup of Calabria, made from the true cross.

The what?

The cross that was... He used to... Crucify our Lord and Saviour.

Some people believe it has miraculous powers, and I can see why.

His sacrifice, his forgiveness, his love bled into the wood.

It will be returning to the Vatican, where it belongs.

But before that, I'd like you both to join me in St Mary's.

Your evidence.

What brings you back to Cambridge? You have in custody a man who belongs to us.

I would like to speak with him.

You are the visitor.

What are you doing? Hey, hey, steady on. I do not know this man.

Stand by us, Lord our God, and with the unfailing support of the Holy Cross,

uphold us, who thou makest rejoice to do it honour.

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, your Son.

You had no pulse.

I checked it myself.

Come now, Father.

You of all people should believe in resurrection.

Father Lazarus. The name would appear appropriate, would it not?

Miss Divine, Miss Palmer, perhaps you would wait in the presbytery. No, stay.

What's going on?

Father. The knife of Andronicus.

This very blade cut to pieces the flesh of a martyr almost 2 ,000 years ago.

I've sharpened it since.

Be seated.

What kind of priest are you? Don't end that night then, Brenda.

You've been pulling the strings all alone.

You executed your accomplice.

Actually, I had my underling shoot him.

You stole the cup while we were out of the room, whilst you were pretending to

be dead.

I must say, it's quite a thrill to bear witness to that probing mind at work.

The great Father Brown.

A name that's whispered at the Vatican in somewhat dubious tones, but I've

always been an admirer.

Why is that?

You're a rebel, like me.

Only you've chosen to waste your intellect on solving puzzles. I've

use mine to execute a moral crusade.

Thievery? Murder? A moral crusade?

The church is rotten to its core.

It needs gutting from the inside out. I've devoted my life to doing just that.

You entered the priesthood solely with the purpose of plundering the church.

I entered it to destroy the church.

You don't think I believe any of this nonsense, do you?

Then why come back for the cup?

I'm not here to take it.

You've spoiled my plan.

Did you think that was going to go unpunished?

Any news on Flambeau, sir? Nothing. Did you get any information from Father

Brown? He said it was a private Vatican matter.

Oh, speaking of the Vatican, a Cardinal Papillon came in. Wanted to see our

prisoner. But he just looked at his face and then left.

What in God's name?

Do those bells sound right to you?

Now you mention it, sir, they do seem to be going a bit... mad.

Sergeant?

You will gain nothing by doing this.

The humiliation of his holiness before the Duchess of Luxembourg will be ample

reward.

Get a day of prayer.

Sorry to be a wet blanket.

Step back.

Drop the knife.

Drop it.

I think he better do as he says.

Chief Inspector, Flambeau is innocent.

This man is a murderer.

Not now, Father.

Drop it, Flambeau.

Hercule.

Chief Inspector, you are arresting the wrong man.

Tell His Holiness that this one's on his conscience.

I'll wait here for an ambulance.

Water.

Please don't die before I can arrest you, Flambeau. I think I might have to

you that pleasure, Chief Inspector.

Good job, Isabel.

Last right to bigot. Better get on with it.

What do you think you are doing?

We owe him this much.

Closping his jaws.

Be quiet.

I'm drinking.

You were right about me.

I came back to tell you that.

But now the ends are here.

If I'm honest, I'd rather have a few more horrors.

Omnium peccatorum tipi conceta.

Venator.

I understand you're being transferred to Windchurch Prison.

Here to say goodbye?

I'm here to ask a question.

It's a trick I learned from a yogi in India many years ago.

He taught me how to slow my pulse to a few beats per minute.

I'm sure Christ would approve.

After all, what was he if not the consummate showman?

That's not what I wanted to know.

What you did, the years you spent in the seminary, the years

working your way into the Vatican, To make that kind of sacrifice, you must

hate the church very much.

Why?

That's a story for another time.

It's natural we'll see each other again.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

I'm sorry about Flambeau, by the way.

It was meant to be you.

I'm aware of that.

In retrospect, I'm glad I didn't kill you.

It's so hard to find a worthy adversary.

I have no interest in being your adversary.

You have no choice.

The game has already begun.

All right.

You've got ten minutes, Father.

Thank you, Simon.

Come to help me, okay?

No.

How are you feeling?

I shouldn't be here.

That wound was fatal.

Apparently not.

You don't honestly believe it was the cup?

You will never know.

But it looked like a miracle to me.

You didn't answer my question.

I feel... grateful.

Hold on, hang on a minute. You can't just walk in here.

Extradition papers.

Untap him.

You'd better speak to the chief inspector.

Then fetch him.

Fetch!

Are you taking me into custody?

Temporarily. Then you will be free to go.

However... The Vatican has a proposition for you.

Our days of doing business are over.

Perhaps you should listen first.

It transpires that Father Lazarus stole a great many things from the Church over

a great many years. In light of this, the Vatican has founded the Reclamation

Department, tasked with retrieving these items, as well as many others which

rightfully belong to us. But... we lack the...

Necessary expertise, huh?

Are you offering me a job?

Unofficially, you understand.

You will be paid handsomely for every item you reclaim.

Though, of course, the true reward will be in doing God's work.

I've stolen from you my whole life. Why should you trust me any more than

Lazarus?

You have been personally vouched for as a man of good character.

And I have seen it for myself.

Sounds like a lifetime of hurrahs to me.

And all in a good cause.

When do I start?