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Oh, I'm so sorry, Father.

Unpacking everything
has put me so far behind

on my parish paperwork.

I'm just pleased
you and the Inspector

are settling in so well.

What's with that?

Did Mrs McCarthy leave it behind
on purpose?

Actually, that was a house-warming
gift for me from Edgar.

It's very striking.

It's hideous!

I know! But I haven't the heart
to tell him.

It's been difficult,
with his demotion.

I'm trying to make things
easier for him.

KNOCKING

Oh, hello!
Mrs Goodfellow!

Father Brown, Brenda.

Guess who I've just had
a telephone call from?

Joyce Webber!

She's inviting us for drinks
over at her house this evening!

What? No?!

Joyce Webber is the
superintendent's wife.

She's the head of the CPWS.

The Cotswold
Policeman's Wives Society!

Oh! I've been to a few of their
fundraising events.

They're the absolute inner circle.
This is a huge honour.

I've been going to their functions
for over 20 years

and I've never been invited to
anything like this before.

So why now?

And isn't it a bit last-minute?

There's a big charity auction
at Hambleston tomorrow

and most of the organising committee
have caught impetigo.

Oh!

Shall I call her back and confirm?
Yes!

Wait... no, I can't.

I've got these parish returns,

and I've not even started on
the numbers for Mass.

They all have to be sent to
the Diocese by tomorrow.

Well, I can always do that for you.

Really?

Course. I've seen you do it
often enough.

And I have every faith in
Miss Palmer's abilities.

Oh, thank you, Brenda!

Edgar would be so proud

if I became part of
the Policeman's Wives Club.

This evening has to go well!

How's my hair?

The same as the last time you asked.

Oh, it's important, Edgar!

I want to make a good impression.

You look lovely.

See? There's no need to be nervous.

Easy for you to say, Inspector.

I'm no good at socialising
with the top brass.

Just be yourself, Daniel.

Exactly. I've attended
hundreds of these things.

They're usually extremely dull.
Sh!

Good evening. Can I take your coats?

Hello. Good evening. Thank you.

Welcome! It's lovely you could come.

Isn't it?
Absolutely.

I'm Mrs Inspector Rendon.

Or Angie, to you and I.

I know, Mrs Rendon.

I'm Violet Goodfellow. We have met.

Quite a few times, actually.

Of course.
Violet, it's so remiss of me.

We should have had you round
years ago.

And this must be your husband?

Yep, Sergeant Goodfellow, ma'am.

Charmed.
Hello.

Isabel Sullivan. Thank you so much
for the invitation, Mrs Webber.

It's Joyce. And I've been dying
to meet you properly.

We presumed the Inspector was happy
being a lifelong bachelor.

You must be a very special woman
for him to give that up!

Gerald! Just in time.

He got held up at work.
Oh, Rendon.

Chaps, if you'd can excuse me,
I need a word.

My office.
Mm-hm.

Please, help yourself to drinks.

We're all set up
in the sitting room.

If you could you start things off?

After all, we do have an auction
to finalise!

Now, Joyce!

Come on, then.
Thank you.

The annual charity auction is
one of the most important events

in the CPWS social calendar.

Now, we might have lost
most of our proper committee,

but we still need to do our best.

Especially as this year,

Chief Constable Brandt
will be attending.

Ooh, the Chief Constable?

Is that what Gerald
spoke with you about?

Yes.

Now, all the money raised

will go to the Cotswold Police
Widows and Orphans Charity,

and as you can see, we've got some
top-drawer items to auction off.

A Persian rug.

Oh, a Singer 201k
with a vertical rotary hook!

Violet runs the village
sewing circle.

Of course she does.

Well, I hope you plan to bid
for it, then, Violet.

Bid and win!

Now, I'll need volunteers
at the event

to make sure things
all run smoothly.

I don't mind helping out.

Neither do I.

KNOCKING

Sorry I'm a little late.
Carole?!

But actually, I bumped into
another guest on the way over.

Good evening, one and all!

Mrs Webber telephoned me
and asked me to pop by.

I had a few questions about
the charity side of things.

I had thought Mrs Lawson here
would be able to answer them,

as she runs
the Widows and Orphans Charity.

Yes, but we always welcome
your advice, Father.

I must get you a drink.

Angie, would you mind?

Of course.

This way.

Damn shame what happened to you,
Sullivan.

Fine policeman.

Ooh! Not for me, thank you, sir.
FOOTSTEPS

You know, I'm still not sure
what you even did.

There was an issue with a case -

some outside interference.

Hang on, what's the priest
doing here?

Your wife invited me,
Superintendent Webber.

Allow me.
Thank you.

Got a good one here, Rendon.

Too many of these young women
want more.

Careers and suchlike.

Well, I already have a job,
Superintendent.

It's looking after my husband.

How about your new wife, Sullivan?

I presume she doesn't work?

Actually, she's Father Brown's
parish secretary.

Respectable work, at least.

Not too overstimulating.

Well... has its moments.

Finlay.

Franklin.

No, no, no - Inspectors Finlay and
Franklin can't sit together.

Not after the charity golf fiasco.

Now you mention it,

I read about that
in Miss F's column.

Don't get me started on that woman.

Miss F? Oh, she has a gossip column
every Friday

in the Cotswold Enquirer.

She's a muck-raker.

No wonder she doesn't use
her real name.

You know she described me
as a social climber?

Me?! My husband went to one of
the county's top schools!

So did Superintendent Webber,
I understand.

A few years before, of course.

But, no, they have a lot in common.

In fact, Gerald is personally
recommending

Michael for Chief Inspector.

Oh, Isabel, I'm so sorry!

Me talking about Michael
having a promotion

when your husband got demoted almost
immediately after you got married.

Those things were unrelated.

Oh, no, no, no.
I didn't mean any offence.

We police wives
need to stick together.

I mean, look at poor Carole.

It has been over a year
since Terry died.

It wouldn't hurt
to put some lipstick on.

Well!

Are we sure the committee
have got impetigo,

or are they just trying
to avoid Angie!?

BELL TOLLS

Pull yourself together!

Think about your promotion!

I told you, I don't want
the damn job anyway!

Language!

We had a plan.

You're to become Chief Inspector
by the end of the year.

Or else.

And Mrs Danbury can go by
Sergeant Harker's wife.

Done!

I don't know how you do it!

Are you done?
Oh, yes. Sorry.

Come in, darling.
Good.

Because I have an announcement
to make.

This auction tomorrow will be
my wife's last event

for the CPWS. She's giving it up.

Really?!

She's keen to spend
more time at home.

Aren't you, darling?

Yes.

That's a great loss.

Let's raise a glass.

To Mrs We... Oh!
Oh!

Sorry, sorry.

It must be a reaction
to his new allergy medicine.

Perhaps Inspector Rendon
would benefit from a lie down.

Could you take him
to the drawing room?

Come on, pull yourself together,
man.

I'll get a cloth.

Apparently there's a telephone call
for Inspector Sullivan.

Thank you, Jenkins,
I'll be right there.

Some trouble at The Red Lion.

Local chap. Joe Arbuthnot?

Oh, I can go, sir.

Arbie sometimes thinks
he's back in the Great War.

Usually listens to me, though.

Good man.

So, Sullivan,
how would you like to see

the implementation schedule
for my new police radios?

I'd love to, sir.

I will ensure that Mrs Goodfellow
gets home safely.

Thank you, Father.

I'm so sorry, love.

I understand, but it doesn't mean
I have to like it.

You be careful.
I will.

Oh, I thought Inspector Rendon
might need water,

but he's passed out, snoring.

Angie'll be mortified!

That wretched medication!

I have a good mind to speak to
Michael's doctor.

Oh, please -

we all know it was the half-bottle
of malt he drank!

Maybe we should think about leaving.

(You could've said that
before I spent an hour

(learning about the superintendent's
implementation schedule.)

(I'll find Father Brown and Violet.)

(I'll make our excuses to our host.)

KNOCKING

Sir, I'm afraid we, erm...

I need help in here!

Anybody?!

Mrs Goodfellow? Mrs Goodfellow?

She's alive!

Anything?

How is Mrs Goodfellow?

She's unconscious.

The ambulance is rushing her
to hospital.

Sustained a nasty blow
to the back of the head.

She must have interrupted
the killer.

They used the superintendent's
own truncheon against him.

Doesn't look like a burglary.

No sign of forced entry.

Which means it's likely
to be someone

who was already in the house.

Father, I can take it from here.

LIGHTER THUDS

JOYCE: Oh!

Fitzherbert?

It's my maiden name.

A gift for my 21st birthday.
Oh.

Father, what am I to do?

You will get through this, Joyce -
I promise.

We'll have to cancel the auction,
of course.

All that work.

And I really wanted Michael
to meet the Chief Constable.

A man is dead,
our friend is injured,

and all she cares about
is her husband's career!

Did anyone get a message to
Sergeant Goodfellow?

Yes, he's on his way
to the hospital.

Oh, Father...

What if Violet doesn't make it?

I'm sure the doctors are doing
everything they can.

She's lucky it wasn't worse.

However, they suspect there might be
swelling on the brain -

and until it subsides, they
just don't know.

I should never have left her,
Father.

I should've been there
to protect her!

You were doing your job, Sergeant.

And besides, there were three
senior police officers present.

And one of them ended up dead!

What if... What if Vi saw
the killer's face?

They might come back
to finish the job!

But surely the officer posted here
will protect her.

As will I.

I'm not leaving her side.

Not again.

So you think it was
an inside job, Father?

Apparently Superintendent Webber
let the staff go early,

so that leaves the guests...
and the hostess.

So the killer is one of the wives?

Or Inspector Rendon.

But he wouldn't have been capable.
Not in his drunken state.

At this stage,
we can't rule anything out.

What's that?

FATHER BROWN SIGHS

It's a list of letters I saw
in the superintendent's study.

Father, is Mrs Goodfellow
really in danger?

If she can identify the killer,
that is a possibility.

Then we need to find out
who did this.

And speak to everyone who was there.

Well, actually, most of them will be
in the same place this morning.

PEACOCK CRIES

I am surprised
it's still going ahead.

Ah, Isabel, just in time!

So, Meredith,
you're on cloakroom duty.

Angie, meeting and greeting.

Carole, can you help the auctioneer?

And Isabel, you're to chaperone
Chief Constable Brandt.

Surely it makes more sense
for me to...?

We haven't got time to debate it.

We've only a few hours
until the event begins.

Look lively, people!

We've got all those auction lots
to put on display.

Er, Joyce, can I just check...?

So Mrs Webber's husband
has just been murdered,

and yet she's acting
like nothing happened?

People react in different ways,
Brenda.

And the CPWS is clearly
very important to Joyce.

But last night,

Superintendent Webber announced
that she was standing down.

Oh, how gorgeous!

It's a mixer.

Oh, look!
Here's something even better!

I don't think that ugly thing
would raise much.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe someone wants
to start a collection?

How did you get on with
the parish returns, Brenda?

Oh, yeah, fine. It's all sorted.

Ah!

Violet had her heart set on
this sewing machine.

Is there any news?

The doctors are still waiting
for her to come round.

She'll pull through.
She's a police wife.

We can handle a lot.

No! What are you doing?

This is completely absurd!

No, this is wrong!

I didn't murder him!

You can tell me all about that
at the station, Mrs Webber.

No, you can't do this!

They surely can't think
she killed Gerald?!

Well, I love Joyce,
but you never know what goes on

behind closed doors.

Ah!

I wondered how long
it would take, Father.

I'm curious about Mrs Webber's
arrest, Inspector.

I presume you have uncovered
some compelling new evidence.

No, I arrest the wives of
murdered senior policemen for fun.

All right...

We found these locked in
Superintendent Webber's desk.

They don't show the man's face.

No, but from his build, it's clearly
not Superintendent Webber.

And according to the dates, they met
every Thursday at the same hotel.

It appears Mrs Webber
is having an affair

and the superintendent
found out about it.

What does Mrs Webber say?

She's refusing to talk

until her solicitor arrives
from Gloucester.

But we all saw the tension
between them yesterday evening.

I believe he confronted her
and things turned.

Inspector, I don't suppose

you have a copy of
the Cotswold Enquirer to hand?

The Inspector thinks
you were having an affair.

But it wasn't love that brought you
to that hotel, was it?

It was your job.

The hotel is next door
to the offices

of the Cotswold Enquirer.

And the anonymous gossip column
by Miss F

is published every Friday,

the day after
each one of your meetings.

The events Miss F writes about,

you often attended.

And your maiden name, Fitzherbert,

is, I presume, the basis for
the nom-de-plume.

I thought I was being clever.

The column was my outlet -
a way to express myself.

You don't know what it was like
being married to a man like Gerald.

You probably guessed I didn't want
to resign from the CPWS.

He was punishing me.

Because he found out?

He confronted me last night.

He was furious.

I had no choice but to admit to
what I was really doing.

He said he'd telephone the newspaper
the next day,

have them fire me.

That must have been galling.

Yes.

But it doesn't mean I killed him.

The column was only a bit of fun.

I was working on a proper article -
not just gossip.

I was going to ignore Gerald
and get it published regardless.

But now he's dead,

and instead I'll hang
for something I didn't do.

Does this mean anything to you?

Gerald was making recommendations
for promotion.

They're the initials of the officers
he was considering.

FATHER BROWN SIGHS
Do you think it means something?

I don't know.

Will you help me, Father?

Do you believe I didn't do this?

I do.

Oh, Father Brown!

Violet's awake!

Mrs Goodfellow, I am so pleased
you are back with us.

It's an absolute miracle!

How are you feeling?

I've got a terrible headache,

but it sounds like
I got off lightly.

What do you remember about
yesterday evening?

The whole night is a bit hazy,
Father.

I...

I remember Inspector Rendon
making a fool of himself.

Yes, the superintendent took him
for a lie down.

Yeah, I heard them talking when
I went to get the cloth.

Anything specific?

Well, just drunken rambling,
I suppose.

Just something about submarines,
subs...?

Or, er, flowers and roses, I think.

Anything else? Anything unusual?

Anything out of place?

There was papers scattered
all over the floor

in the superintendent's office.

That's when I spotted him,
over by the desk.

Hey, hey - it's all right, love.

I walked in and
everything went black, and...

..the next thing I remember,
I'm waking up here.

There were no papers on the floor
when we found you.

But there was a brown file
on the desk.

So the killer tidied them up?

Why? I don't know,
but we need to see that file.

So you don't think Mrs Webber
did it, then, Father?

Mrs Webber is an intelligent
and capable woman.

If she'd wanted to kill her husband,
she would've done so

when her home was not full of
potential witnesses

and policemen.

She faces the gallows, Father.

There must be something you can do.

These initials are
a list of officers

Superintendent Webber was
putting forward for promotion.

I know a few of these.

There's one set of initials missing.

MR.

Michael Rendon.

So he wasn't getting
his big promotion after all.

Maybe that's why he was so drunk.

He was disappointed.

Well, from what I saw,
if anyone was upset,

it was Angie, not Michael.

I suggest we talk to
Mr and Mrs Rendon

at the charity auction -

after we've examined that file.

Inspector Sullivan's
not going to let you near

the scene of the crime, Father.

Well, Daniel can do it.

I'm not going anywhere!

You could still be in danger.

Why? I don't remember anything.

Besides, that nice young
police officer's still here.

Well, I could stay, Sergeant,
if that helps?

Well, I suppose so.

Right, that's settled, then.

Off you go.

The auction's starting soon.

PEACOCK CRIES

You do look very dapper, Edgar.

And you look divine, Mrs Sullivan.
ISABEL CHUCKLES

I'm sorry, Isabel,
you need to stay out here -

you're on cloakroom duty
this evening.

What? Well, with Joyce indisposed,
I've been forced

to make some difficult decisions.

And since you were so keen
to help out...

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I think I see the Chief Constable.

I'm looking after him this evening.

I'm so sorry!
I did volunteer my services.

Our first big event
as husband and wife

and I have to sit through it alone!

Not entirely alone, Inspector.

I can keep you company.

Well, this is shaping up to be
another fun evening.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Could I have a very small sherry?

Father Brown!

I'm just fetching a drink for
the Chief Constable and Michael.

Oh, good idea.

I'm sure you're very keen
that they get on well.

Especially as I hear
Superintendent Webber

failed to recommend your husband
for a promotion.

Gerald promised us
he'd put Michael forward

and then he suddenly
changed his mind.

He could've ruined
our entire career!

"Our" career!

Behind every great man
is his wife, Father.

Indeed.

But Superintendent Webber was
going to derail your plans,

and now he's dead.

Y-You're not suggesting...?

Yes, I was upset with him,

but it's the Chief Constable
who actually appoints officers.

Oh!

Michael's going to go far.

I'll make sure of that.

LAUGHTER

You know, he never was
a big drinker.

It's all Terry Lawson's fault.

Carole Lawson's late husband?

They were called to a bank robbery.

Michael told Terry to wait
whilst they telephoned for orders

and Terry ran in, gung-ho,
and got himself killed.

Since then, Michael's been
having nightmares,

drinking, avoiding social functions.

I'm sure witnessing
the death of a colleague

must have been extremely unsettling.

I can't believe Carole thinks
Terry should be awarded

the Queen's Police Medal.

For bravery?

She's been harassing
Gerald for months.

You know she wasn't even invited
to the function last night?

She just showed up!

I mean, talk about poor etiquette.
FATHER BROWN LAUGHS

Sorry, Father, I must fetch
those drinks. Ah!

We'll be starting soon.

So you've told Isabel you've already
finished the paperwork?

I panicked.

I promised her I could handle it.

I'm adding up numbers for baptism,
marriage and Mass

and I keep getting
different results!

Well, I'm sure we could
solve it together.

But if I help you with this,

I need you to help me
with something in return.

I needed some air, Father.

The constant "how are you coping?"
get a little much sometimes.

I wasn't invited
to the Webbers' last night.

Joyce was worried if I was there,
I might cause a scene.

PEACOCK CRIES

Over your bid to have
your late husband awarded

the Queen's Police Medal?
Yes.

I just wanted to beg Gerald
one last time.

I assume the superintendent
refused... again.

I told him.

I said, "You think you're
some expert on modern policing,

"but you've no clue what it's like
to be a real officer

"on the front line."

I imagine the superintendent didn't
take kindly to that observation.

I didn't kill him.

I work with police widows every day.

I'd never willingly
create another one.

Besides, Joyce calmed me down.

She had a new way to give Terry
the recognition he deserves.

The article she was writing
was about Constable Lawson?

Yeah, I read it later that evening.

She explains how Terry was just
trying to protect the public.

He wasn't reckless.

He was a hero!

The Enquirer won't publish it.

Not now its author has been
arrested for murder.

Perhaps I could help.

The editor is a parishioner of mine.

He might listen to my request.

Father, could you?

Here you go. Enjoy the auction.

Thank you.

Joyce Webber's article on
Constable Lawson's death

is extremely well written.

You missed Sergeant Goodfellow.

He dropped this off on his way
back to the hospital.

Oh, is this the file
Mrs Goodfellow mentioned?

Yes.

See?

The Sergeant thinks that blood
could be the superintendent's.

"The Modern Police Force:
A Feasibility Study."

I had a look,
but it's pretty dull stuff.

Just dates and costings
from some new radio system

Gerald was trialling.

It's a disaster!

The auctioneer isn't coming.

He heard about Gerald's death
and assumed we'd cancelled.

We're due to start in five minutes!

I could always do it.

I am accustomed to being on stage.

No, pushing yourself
into the limelight like that

is not very becoming.

Besides, you don't want
to abandon your post.

No, we need someone with authority
and gravitas.

Oh...

Father!

People listen to you.

What?
You're perfect.

I have every faith in you
as our auctioneer.

But I've... Just think of it
like acting, Father.

And project!

MUFFLED: Come along!

Good luck.

"Abandoning your post"?!

TANNOY: Ladies and gentlemen,

if you'd like to take your seats,

the auction is about to begin!

Do I hear 15 shillings?

Thank you, sir. £1.

Room for a little one?
Oh, Isabel!

Going once!

Going twice!

Sold! To the gentleman
in the dinner jacket.

LAUGHTER

Oh!

Oh, look!

That would be an excellent companion
for your other one.

Father, ten shillings!

Ah, ten shillings,
Inspector Sullivan!

Go on!

12 shillings.

12 shillings, Inspector Rendon.

15.

15.

£1.

£1!

One pound, ten shillings!

One pound, ten shillings.
I say, very exciting!

£5!

Oh!

£5?!

Well, I say, £5 for this, erm...

..intricate figurine.

And going once...
I'm sorry, Isabel.

Going twice...
Oh, well, it wasn't meant to be.

And sold!
For £5 to Inspector Rendon.

I'm so sorry, Isabel.

I hope that wasn't something
you desperately wanted.

You did that to hurt Mrs Sullivan?!

I need another drink.

The next lot is
a Cotswold Police badge,

mounted and framed,

with the motto...

There's a subscript.

"Lex semper servanda."

It's Latin.

Where is he going?

We're mid-auction!

Isabel, you can take over.

Oh, no, I don't want
to cause any embarrassment.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

You're perfect for the job.
Go on!

Really?

LEAFING PAGES

Are you going to lecture me
on the perils

of the demon drink, Father?

It's a bit late.

Inspector Rendon. How fortuitous.

No, it's not my place
to pass judgment.

Although last night,
you were inebriated.

Which is why,

when Mrs Goodfellow overheard you
talking about "submarines"

and "roses",

she assumed it was drunken rambling.

Highly likely.

But it wasn't, was it?

Because "sub rosa" in Latin
means "in secret".

So - a secret between you and
Superintendent Webber.

The lie that you were unable
to contact police headquarters

the day Terry Lawson died.

I don't know what
you're talking about, Father.

I had no time to find a police box

before Terry stormed off
into the bank.

But you didn't need to find
a police telephone box.

Because according to this article,

that day you were driving
a Morris Isis.

And those particular vehicles

were trialling the superintendent's
new car radio.

Your call would have gone straight
through to the operations room.

Yes, I remember now, I did try...

..but they didn't pick up.

I doubt that, Inspector Rendon.

Because according to these logs,

on that day,

Superintendent Webber was in
the operations room

supervising his new system.

Your call would have gone
straight to him.

You're right.

It did.

Gerald told us not to wait

but to go straight in.

He wanted to prove his new systems
could fight crime more efficiently.

So into the bank we went.

Terry was ahead of me,

right in the line of fire.

Later, Gerald pulled me aside.

He was panicking.

Told me to tell everyone
Terry went rogue.

Said he'd help me with my career.

I knew how desperate Angie was
for me to be promoted.

But I've hated myself...

..and Gerald, ever since.

Last night, in your emotional state,

did you fight with
Superintendent Webber?

No!

And you saw me -
I could barely stand!

Besides, I'd never hurt
someone like that.

Whenever I close my eyes,
all I can see is Terry.

The blood...

Inspector Rendon, I urge you to tell
the truth about what happened.

It would destroy my career.

My wife would leave me.

You ever told anyone else
about this?

Michael? >

Are you in there? >

No, never. Not even...

Sub rosa, remember?

Michael? The Chief Constable
is asking after you!

What are you doing in here?

As if I have to ask.

Here, drink this.

Drink!

Oh! Of course!

APPLAUSE

And our final lot for this evening,

a Singer 201k sewing machine.

How about that, ladies?

Shall we start the bidding at £9?

Yes, £9.
Oh, thank you, Mrs Appleton!

10?

Did I mention the vertical
rotary hook?

Maureen Appleton better not
win that over me!

And the cord and foot pedal are
a lovely matching grey.

Shouldn't you be in hospital?

Sergeant Goodfellow is on his way
to visit you.

Oh, well, I shan't stay long.

I just need to win
that sewing machine.

11 pounds, 10 shillings?

Violet?! You made it!

11 pounds, 10 shillings...

Going, going, gone!

Sold to Mrs Goodfellow.

APPLAUSE

Oh!

Father, we've raised such a lot.

We might even be able to pay
for another day trip

as well as the holiday to
Weston-Super-Mare.

That's marvellous news, Mrs Lawson,

but you won't be going with them.

That is to say,

not if you admit to what you did
to Superintendent Webber.

Sorry?

You took a glass of water
to Inspector Rendon.

You said he'd passed out.

But he was awake, wasn't he?

The glass was half-empty.

In his turmoil,

did he drunkenly confess what really
happened at that bank robbery?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

That your husband was acting under
Superintendent Webber's orders?

You must have been terribly shocked.

Not shocked.

Angry.

I'd gone to ask Michael to support
my Queen's Police Medal campaign.

But he started crying.
Hmm.

He told me about the radio
in the car,

how Gerald demanded they go in.

I couldn't believe it.

I went to Gerald,

but he didn't care.

You can't prove any of this.

Michael Rendon is a feckless drunk.

Then I'll get proof.

There must be something, somewhere.

Logs and files can be amended

as easily as witness statements,
Mrs Lawson.

Your husband will never get
the Queen's Police Medal.

He'll always be regarded as
a foolhardy idiot

whose rash actions got him killed!

SUPERINTENDENT THUDS

FOOTSTEPS

Hello?

Superintendent!

I didn't want to hit poor Violet,
but I panicked.

Uh!

What Superintendent Webber did
was wrong...

..but it did not give you
the right to take his life.

He took my Terry from me

and then tried to ruin
his reputation with lies.

He deserved to pay!

And what about Mrs Goodfellow
and Mrs Webber?

In seeking revenge
for your husband's death,

you took a life,

and then you put two innocent lives
in mortal danger.

I never meant to, Father.

You can't imagine how relieved I am
that Violet's all right.

And I never dreamt that Joyce
would be blamed.

Then you must confess.

So you can be at peace

and one day
be with your husband again.

I can't.

They'll lock me up
and throw away the key.

Or worse.

Which is exactly what will happen
to Mrs Webber,

for your crime.

Constable Lawson spent his life
upholding the law,

not breaking it.

If he was here now,

what would he want you to do?

Everyone has given so generously.

And here is the total amount
raised from...

Thank you, Mrs Sullivan!

As de facto head of the Cotswold
Policeman's Wives Society,

it gives me great pleasure
to announce

that we have raised...

..151 pounds and 10 shillings!

APPLAUSE

Now, to tell us how the money
will be spent,

is Mrs Carole Lawson.

APPLAUSE

Thank you, everyone.

The money raised will be spent on
a much-needed holiday

for the county's
police widows and orphans.

APPLAUSE

We all know
what a dangerous job it is...

..being a police officer.

And at times,
it can be just as difficult

being a policeman's wife.

Never knowing what risky situations
our loved ones are facing.

But we also understand that that's
what we signed up for.

Our role as wives is to support
the men we love.

No matter what.

My late husband Terry
always did his duty,

right to the end.

He never questioned it.

He believed in upholding the law.

And so I want to make sure
I honour his memory

by doing the right thing...

..no matter difficult
or daunting it might be.

Because that's what
he would want me to do.

Thank you, and goodbye.

APPLAUSE

Please make sure the holiday
goes ahead, Father -

those women and children deserve it.

I will, Mrs Lawson.

Thank you.

Violet, I'm so, so sorry.

Inspector Sullivan,
can I speak to you for a minute?

I'll have to meet you at home,
I'm afraid.

I can't imagine what Carole
must have gone through,

discovering the truth.

Terry Lawson was just
following orders.

That could've been us.

JOYCE: I re-worked the article
to tell the full story.

I'm sure Carole will take
real comfort from that.

And the byline is
your own real name?

Yes, Father.

The Enquirer has offered me a job
as a staff reporter.

Congratulations!

Oh, talking of jobs,

thank you so much for helping me
with the parish returns.

Oh, I did have a little help.

I only helped you with
the tallies and that -

you did the rest.

Impressive work, Miss Palmer.
Well done.

So what happened to Michael Rendon
after he admitted he lied?

He's been suspended
pending an internal investigation -

but it doesn't look good.

That's a shame.

I imagine it is Mrs Rendon
who will feel it most keenly.

Oh! If she leaves
the Policeman's Wives Society,

you could take over, Miss S?
Oh, no thank you, Brenda.

Forget being the perfect
policeman's wife.

I think the key to
a successful marriage

is being supportive and honest
with each other.

Well, it's worked well for
Daniel and I these past 25 years.

Mm!

Isabel, I know
how disappointed you were

that we didn't secure that wonderful
figurine at the auction,

so, after visiting a lot of dealers

and paying an extortionate amount,

I found this one for you instead!

Oh, Edgar!

I don't know what to say!