All language subtitles for Brown atya 13x01 gépi

What is it, Father?

An empty house with an open window.

Should we call Edgar?

I think we can manage ourselves.

Welcome home.

Father!

Mrs. McCarthy.

You should have told us you were coming.

Oh, I didn't want to make a fuss.

Have they been feeding you properly,
Father?

I think you've lost weight.

And feeling better for it.

What brings you back to Kembleford, Mrs
McCarthy?

Oh, I thought it was high time I put my
house on the market.

Oh, apologies.

I haven't congratulated you on your
recent marriage, Mrs Sullivan.

Oh, yes, thank you.

It's all rather new, but...

Marvellous. You should come to the
presbytery for tea. Absolutely.

Yes, absolutely.

Some Victorians believe the hydrangea
plant brought misfortune or even

Blimey.

Please don't send us back.

Care for one of my scones, Mrs.
McCarthy?

I won't, thank you.

Not a patch on your famous offerings,
I'm afraid.

Oh, a long time since I begged a scone,
Mrs. Sullivan. In fact, I'm

experimenting with French pastry at the
moment. Choux pastry.

Profiteroles.

And how is Ireland?

Well, Roisin, that's my sister, has
finally settled down with the good man.

You must be very relieved.

I am.

Mrs McCarthy, what a wonderful surprise.

Sergeant Goodfellow. Chief Inspector?

Just Inspector nowadays, Mrs McCarthy.

Oh? Thanks to Father Brown.

Forgive the impromptu visit.

The removal company called. My furniture
is being delivered on Friday.

All right.

So, is married life agreeing with you,
Inspector?

I'd say so.

Sharing a house takes a little getting
used to.

Yes, it'll be much easier when my
furniture arrives.

Miss Palmer, just in time for tea. Oh,
there you are, Brenda.

And who is your new friend?

This is Moira.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Auntie Bridget, you came.

Auntie Bridget?

This is Rosie.

Perhaps we should go inside.

I'll show you both to your car.

Oh, right.

Yes.

I ran away.

You what? Ran away from where?

From Our Lady's good refuge.

Where I was coming to visit you this
very afternoon.

The home for penitent women.

Auntie Bridget sent me there.

Did she?

Yes, I did.

Moira could hardly stay in Ireland, not
in her condition.

Sister Agatha, who runs a good refuge
and is an old friend, agreed to take her

in. And precious little thanks she gets
for her trouble.

How old is Rosie?

Six weeks.

So is her brother, Jack.

Oh, twin.

How wonderful.

The most beautiful creatures I'd ever
seen.

But Sister Agatha took them away from me
after only a day.

Gosh, it gets worse.

They're both going to be given away.

Adopted. Like all the babies there.

It's for their own good, Moira.

And you knew very well that's what would
happen. Yes, but I didn't think it was

going to hurt as much.

I telephoned Auntie Bridget and told her
that my heart was breaking.

And of course I was extremely worried
and came as soon as I possibly could.

So why did... Did you not wait?

Why on earth did you run away?

I was scared that they'd be adopted
before you got here. Where is Rosie's

brother?

Last night, I'd taken Rosie and I was
about to get Jack, but Nurse Hyde, she

caught me.

I didn't have time. I just... I ran.

That must have been very painful.

But now, Auntie is here.

And she can tell Sister Agatha to let me
have Jack back as well.

No, Moira.

I can't do that.

Why? We've been through all this. The
children must come first.

No. And in the meantime, Sister Agatha
and Nurse Hyde will be worried sick

the pair of you. Nurse Hyde is cruel.

She leaves babies in freezing rooms.

Now you're being hysterical.

Moira, did you give consent for your
children's adoption?

No. I would never do that.

Well, in that case, I will speak with
Sister Agatha and Nurse Hyde.

Meanwhile, you are welcome to stay here
with Rosie until this is resolved.

Thank you.

Father. Perhaps you will come with us on
our visit, Mrs McCarthy.

I most certainly will.

This place would be in better days.

These girls hardly deserve a palace,
Mrs. Sullivan.

Mrs. Racketer, I can only apologize. I'm
just relieved Rosie is safe, Mrs.

McCarthy. Father, Nurse High's office is
just up here.

Tell me, Sister Agatha, how long have
you been in charge of the Good Refuge?

Twenty years.

Although I'm no medical expert, I mostly
defer to no scientist.

This building looks very historical.

Shifting foundations, I'm afraid.

The whole thing is rather unstable, in
fact.

Really?

Fortunately, we've raised money for the
repairs.

Work begins next week.

Moira Fitzpatrick has shown scant regard
to the well -being of her children, or

the will of God.

And yet here you are, Father, harbouring
her and making her case.

I understand babies born here are
typically offered for adoption.

Children born out of wedlock should be
brought up within a loving Christian

marriage. Yes, absolutely.

Of course, by law, mothers must consent
to... these adoptions.

Rest assured, the process is entirely
above board.

Mr. Agatha? Yes, of course.

I think this is our first visit to the
good refuge.

I wonder if you'd be good enough to show
us around.

Of course.

I'll make sure the girls are
presentable.

My husband died in the war.

My condolences.

Our daughter was born three months
later.

I assume from her uniform she attends
St. Jacob's College.

Most prestigious establishment.

As I always tell my girls.

A mother must make great sacrifices to
give her child the best start in life.

That exertion can't be healthy for
mother -in -law, baby.

They don't get paid either.

Yes, well, I'm sure Nurse Hyde knows
best.

I hope I can count on you to do the
right thing with Miss Fitzpatrick,

You certainly can, Nurse Fine.

I need to see my daughter.

As I've made it perfectly clear, men are
forbidden from entering the good

refuge.

Fragment accepted.

This is from her doctor.

Confirming that without this medication
for her hypertension, she's in danger.

Those pills could harm the baby.

Says who?

Good day, Mr. James.

Father.

What is your daughter's name, Mr James?

Clarice.

Sister Agatha telephoned a week ago to
tell me she'd admitted herself.

I couldn't believe it.

Was Clarice living locally?

Training to be a nurse in Siren, Sister.

Is her whole future ahead of her?

I've been here for the past three days.

At the guesthouse, right across the
road, but I still haven't been able to

to her.

Oh, well, I just saw your daughter.

Did you?

Yeah, she was working in the laundry.
She gave me this for a friend.

Moira Jack will be adopted tomorrow.

Clarice.

I don't know this Moira, but I know all
about these adoptions.

Oh, Clarice.

I will pray for your daughter, Mr.
James.

That she should choose to come here.

Of all places.

That wasn't me.

I never signed any form in that place.

You're surely not suggesting North Hyde
forged your signature.

You have to believe me, Father.

This is for you.

It's from Clarice.

Really?

She was very brave.

Clarice is so kind to me.

She knitted bonnets for Rosie and Jack.

Tomorrow? No.

I'm never going to see him again.

I will return.

First thing tomorrow.

And I will urge Nurse Hyde to refrain
from having Jack adopted.

At least for the moment.

Father, shouldn't we do what's best for
the child?

I quite agree, Mrs. McCarthy.

Father Brown.

I need to talk to Nurse Hyde.

We're expecting an adopting couple at
any moment.

Which makes my request all the more
urgent.

Nurse Hyde!

A lifetime spent delivering babies,

extinguished by St Philomena, the patron
saint of infants.

Spares the homily on irony, Father.

Seems the victim was planning a more
conventional departure.

St. Jacob's, it's a considerable expense
for a nurse.

Even with a war widow's pension.

Footprint.

Yes, thank you, Father.

Is that a five -pound note?

Money?

Though none on her person.

Inspector, a side door's been forced
open.

Someone broke in last night.

Ah.

More evidence that a robbery gone very
badly wrong?

Inspector, perhaps we should pay a visit
to the nursery.

That'd be a good reason for bringing us
here, Father.

We don't use that room, Father.

Where is Moira's boy?

Moira? Well, that girl from yesterday.

Heavens above.

His door kept locked.

We look at it at night.

Where's Maura now, Father?

She spent the night at the presbytery.

Right. Sergeant.

Sister Agatha called me.

A tragic development.

It certainly is, Canon.

I trust it will be resolved swiftly and
with a minimum... We're on our way to

apprehend a suspect right now, Canon.

That is most encouraging.

Oh, and for your sake, Father Brown
could keep his nose out of it for once.

I couldn't agree more.

Father Brown.

Colonel Cox.

Sister Agatha will be reassured you are
here so promptly.

A tragedy in a diocesan house of God is
most unwelcome news, Father. Indeed.

Especially with the appointment of a new
bishop so imminent.

Stick to your job, Father.

And let the inspector do his.

He's gone.

Ah. The inspector thinks Moira took Jack
away in the night. So do I, Mrs.

McCarthy. Hang on.

Moira would not have left her daughter
alone during her rescue mission.

Miss Palmer?

Miss Palmer?

Um... I didn't know anybody would get
hurt.

So where is Moira now?

What's wrong?

Sorry, Moira.

I had no choice.

Mara Fitzpatrick, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Dorothy Hyde.

Murder?

I haven't hurt anybody.

Take the babies, Sergeant.

No! Auntie Bridget!

We will take care of your babies, won't
we, Mrs. McCarthy?

Yes, yes.

I will.

Tell me about last night.

I got to the good refuge past midnight.

And I was going to throw pebbles at
Clarice's window.

And then I saw the back door was open.
So I walked in and I went to get Jack.

How did you get into the nursery?

The door was unlocked.

It was like an angel was watching over
me.

Yes. And then?

So I walked in.

I took Jack and put a doll in his cot.

As I walked past Nurse Hyde's office, I
heard voices.

Nurse Hyde and a man.

Did you recognise his voice?

I didn't kill her, Father.

No. Of course you didn't.

I believe you, Moira.

I'm not sure Auntie Bridget does.

Well, your great aunt has some very
strong opinions around the subject of

motherhood.

But she doesn't think you're a murderer.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I will do my utmost to see you reunited
with your children.

Oh, this is my cat called.

Oh, thank goodness.

I'm out of practice.

Have they been fed?

Maybe 20 minutes ago.

And changed?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, well.

Probably just tired.

I'm not the same, Mum.

What you need now is a nice, long nap.

Isn't that right?

You're a natural, Mrs McCarthy.

Yes, well, I've had plenty of practice
with nephews and nieces and various got

children. Do you really think Moira's
babies should be adopted, Mrs McCarthy?

Yes, I do.

She'd be sparing them a lifetime of
shame.

But surely children should be with their
mother.

And have people pointing fingers and
whispering behind their back.

Brian doesn't know the way of the world
as I do.

But there's one thing I know.

She's no murderer.

What's the terrible news?

The poor woman.

A male voice was heard last night
arguing with Nurse Hyde.

And a bottle of pills was found near her
body.

Recipient. Medication for hypertension.

Will the police find your fingerprints
on that bottle, Mr. James?

I had to get those pills to Clarice, so
I forced the back door.

But Nurse Hyde heard me.

She went to her office to call the
police.

She said she was the medical
professional and I was a criminal.

Oh, dear.

What did you do then?

I put the pills on her desk and I left.

You seem shocked that Clarice had chosen
a good refuge.

Her mother, my late wife, was adopted
from birth and strongly opposed to

adoption.

Also, a good friend of Clarice's ended
up in one of those refuges.

She said it was barbaric for years.

I was very surprised.

I've got to leave that terrible place.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, quite the artist, Miss Palmer.

I wanted to lift Moira's spirits until
Father Brown clears them.

Pray to heaven he can.

He's hopefully spoken to Clarice's
father by now.

Seem to quite enjoy the sleuthing side
of things, Mrs. Sullivan.

Gosh, yes, I find it all terribly
thrilling.

Although the St. Mary's accounts aren't
quite as neat these days.

Oh, I definitely preferred filling in
ledgers to sneaking around.

Of course, I always had a wonderful time
working for the barber.

I honestly think it's the best job in
the world.

So, are you really selling this house?

Yes, I am.

Only, after all, this is over, mate.

Father.

How is she?

Scared. And missing her children
terribly.

You believe she's innocent, don't you?

I'm convinced of it.

As am I.

Any progress at all?

Well, we can't discount Mr James. By his
own admission, he broke into the good

refuge last night.

He seems like a really nice man.

And certainly a doting parent.

May I?

Ah. What is it?

Possible solution to a conundrum.

I need to return to the good refuge.

Well, in that case, I am going with you.

There are many things I miss about my
old job, Father, but trespassing is not

one of them.

And now we wait a few moments.

Nurse Hyde was clearly a stickler for
organisation.

Everything just so.

Wait a minute.

What's this W doing mixed up with all
the Bs?

Alice Rice.

Empty.

Well spotted, Mrs. McCarthy.

Father.

Excellent. What is?

Well, as predicted, this footprint
contains washing detergent.

And I believe I know who left it.

Father Brown.

Medication finally delivered, I say.
Yes, and I've also convinced Ferris I'm

angry with her.

I'm going to go home with me dad
tonight.

Ah, happy. I'll come then.

Clarice, might I have a word?

In private.

Your father is surprised that you chose
to come to the Good Refuge, given your

late mother's opinions on adoptions.

I was scared. How would you act to this?

I didn't know where else to go.

What are you doing?

I think the inspector will find that
your shoe exactly fits the footprints

near Nurse Hyde's body.

And Nurse Hyde forbade girls from her
office. She always kept the door locked.

Unless you stole the keys.

And used them to let Moira into the
nursery.

Moira needed money to run away.

I knew I'd find it in Nurse Hyde's
office, and I was right. A cupboard was

of it.

From the laundry business?

No.

From North Hyde's other business.

What other business?

Last week, I saw a couple here to adopt
hand money over to North Hyde.

Paid adoptions.

Surely not.

It's true.

Along with the money, I found this book
of receipts.

Nurse Hyde walked in and snatched the
money out of my hands and threatened to

call the police, and I said if she did,
I'd show them this book of receipts, and

she let me go.

If you didn't take the money, why was it
gone when the body was found?

Was it?

May I borrow this?

It could help secure Moira's release.

Don't worry, I'm not getting broody.

Are you sure?

It's a shame we won't experience this,
though.

Maybe Ellie will give you a grandchild
one day.

Wouldn't that be lovely?

So, we should talk about my furniture,
where it's going to go.

Yes.

I really do think I'd feel more
comfortable in that house, Isabel.

Fewer ghosts.

As it were. I understand, but it's a
step for me too, obviously.

Moving some of my furniture out.

Yes, yes.

Of course.

Have you forgotten how lovely Mrs
MacArthur's house is?

Are you really going to trust a wayward
girl like that?

Who drinks gin when she's pregnant?

Drinking alcohol may be irresponsible,
but these receipts prove that Nurse Hyde

was indeed selling babies.

Selling babies?

Oh, my heavens.

How on earth could she be?

Father, what is it?

Oh, yes.

I don't understand.

How would Dorothy do such a thing?

Your handwriting is very distinctive,
please, Mr. Agatha.

Almost like miniature anchors.

Oddly similar to those in Moira's
signature.

And identical to the ones in that book.

Please tell me you weren't involved in
any of this.

It was Dorothy's idea.

She said it was the only way to fund the
renovations to keep Our Lady's Good

Refuge open.

And you traded children to pay for
building work? This place has been my

Mrs McCarthy. I couldn't bear to see it
closed.

But you surprised Nurse Hyde, preparing
to abscond with the renovation money.

Presumably to pay for her daughter's
education.

I cannot imagine how angry...

You must have been.

I was angry, but I couldn't ever hurt
Dorothy.

Even if I wanted to.

I just knew I had to hide my part in
this awful business, but I couldn't find

that receipt book.

You've no shame.

As good as my witness, I did not kill
her.

Father?

This isn't at all the place I thought it
was.

I should never have sent Maura here.

You want to know, Mrs McCarthy?

Just the same.

It's my fault.

Miss Palmer brought them over.

She's waiting outside.

She said Jack and Rosie are doing well.

Please say thank you to her and Mrs
Sullivan, Father.

Oh, well.

Moira, I'm doing all I can to end this
separation from your children.

I'm glad you came, Auntie.

And I'm glad Inspector Sullivan let me
see you.

I owe you an apology.

For what?

For doubting you.

For not... Believe in what you told me
about the good refuge.

For sending you there in the first
place.

Does this mean that I get to keep Rosie
and Jack?

Oh, Moira.

The world can be a very cruel place.

Those children have to be protected.

And so do you.

Moira, did you ever meet a good refuge
resident by the name of Alice Wright?

Alice?

Yes.

She had a boy, Rowan.

The poor thing was born with a club
foot.

They put him in the cold room next to
the nursery.

Alice was so upset.

What happened to Rowan?

He was adopted.

It broke Alice's heart.

She sat out on a bench in the garden all
day.

And then one morning, she was gone.

Sister Agatha said she was taken on as a
domestic and he's born.

I've no idea why you brought us here,
Father.

Trying to find inspiration.

Why did Alice Wright come and sit here?

A mountain ash, according to my
gardening book, also known as a rowan

So it is.

A horticulturist as well as an artist,
Miss Palmer.

RWA, we've got now, Mum.

Dedication from Alice to her late son.

He died before my...

Oh,

heavens.

That's why she's here.

Miss Palmer, please fetch Inspector
Sullivan.

We need to find Sister Agatha before
it's too late.

Yes, Father.

Wash me yet more from my iniquity and
cleanse me from my sin.

Amen.

You killed him.

And Nurse Hyde were working together.

And you helped her murder that poor
baby. Who?

Rowan Wright.

Step up!

You knitted this for Rowan, didn't you,
Clarice?

Because Alice was your friend.

Where did you find that?

Alice buried it.

In remembrance of Rowan.

You're not really pregnant, are you?

You came here to find out what happened
to her and to her baby.

Alice wrote to me.

She said Nurse Hyde had locked Rowan in
the cold room because he was

different.

And she was terrified for him.

And then the letters just stopped.

And I knew something terrible had
happened.

So you admitted yourself to the good
refuge.

And waited to examine Nurse Hyde's
records.

I didn't want money.

I just wanted to know the truth.

What on earth are you doing?

You let Rowan Wright freeze to death.

With his affliction, that child would
have had no thought of a life.

It was an act of kindness.

Liar, you just couldn't be silent, could
you?

His mother would have loved Rowan
forever, with all her heart.

What did you do with her? Where is
Alice?

In hell, where she deserves to be.

The girl died of a broken heart.

She's dead.

Because of you.

I think you better leave now.

And now I know the truth.

And you both...

Clarice, you want justice for your
friend, but this is not the way.

I had no idea what Nertide had done,
liar.

When I found Rowan in that room, he was
already dead, so help me God.

Clarice, you must repent.

Confess and seek God's forgiveness for
the sake of your immortal soul.

I am not the one who needs to repent.

What did you do, His Honour?

I think you owe her an answer, Sister
Agatha.

Unless Hyde persuaded me it would be
best if we kept it all quiet.

We buried Alice there.

With Rowan.

Eternal rest grant unto them.

O Lord, and let perpetual light shine
upon you.

Amen.

I hope you rot in hell.

I didn't know how to stop her.

I'm not a bad person, Father.

The death of a baby and a mother.

The forced sale of children.

You were complicit, Sister Agatha.

And that habit does not spare you from
either blame or the law.

How would you let this happen?

Such cruelty, such evil.

And in a place of God.

Oh, my Lord.

Inspector Sullivan has agreed to handle
this discreetly.

So, all in all, a satisfactory
resolution.

Satisfactory?

Those women, those poor babes, and all
under your jurisdiction.

You should be ashamed.

Have you nothing to say, Father Brown?

Mrs. McCarthy is very capable of
speaking for herself, Canon Fox.

All I'd say is this.

It'll be a sad day for the church if you
ever become bishop.

Thank you so much.

Mrs McCarthy, we're rather taken with
your home.

Oh, well, thank you. We think it might
be just what we need for a new

So, we'd like you to name your price.

Oh, my heavens.

Absolutely delicious, Mrs. McCarthy.

The best cottage pie in England.

Oh, come now, father.

In literature, perhaps.

And pretty rolls for pudding.

So, what next for you two?

Well, Auntie Bridget says I can keep my
babies.

More is no angel, but...

Anyone can see she's a natural mother.

I'm delighted for you both.

So, Mrs.

Haddington has offered them all a place
with her here in Kembleford.

And where will you go?

Oh, she'll return home to Ireland.

I want to go with her, Father.

Show these two beauties to Ma and Pa.
And I've explained.

That won't be possible.

An unmarried mother.

In a small rural town in County Cork,
people have very closed minds.

Minds can be changed, as you have
discovered.

Be that as it may, if she turns up alone
with two little babies... She wouldn't

be alone.

She'd have you by her side.

Moira clearly feels brave enough to face
the music. I suppose the question is,

Mrs McCarthy...

Are you?

I can't wait for my family to be done.

What do you think your mum will say?

She'll love them to bits.

Once she gets over the shock.

You've been a true friend, Brenda.

Thank you.

I've laid everything out in the house,
so packing it all up should be quite

easy. I don't doubt it, Mrs McCarthy.

And I think what you're doing is
wonderful.

Oh, I don't know about wonderful, but
maybe back home we'll find more kindness

and compassion than I give people credit
for.

And we'll take good care of your home.

We certainly will.

And be sure to take good care of the
father.

And as for you, young lady, I really
think you could make something of

if you put your mind to it.

Thanks, Mrs. McCarthy.

It's your old hymn book.

To remember us by.

Thank you, Father.

But I've no need of a keepsake. You are
firmly lodged in here.

Always will be.

But... Thank you for everything.

Thank you, Mrs. McCarthy.

Canon Fox.

Bishop -elect.

The Vatican announced it this past hour.

Well, I will ensure that our bells are
rung in your honour.

Thank you.

Although I fear the bells may be tolling
for you, Father Brown.

Once I take over, there'll be no more
extracurricular distractions.

Best listen to your boss, Father.