All language subtitles for Father.Brown.S04E03.The.Hangmans.Demise.BluRay

It wasn't me...

I know who did it.

So who was it, then?

Ahem!

No, no!

Twenty-five years of matrimony.

A most commendable milestone.

I agree, Father.

Even if one does get less
for manslaughter.

- I thought these two were broke.
- They are.

So how come they can afford all this?

They had a little helping hand.

You mean... you paid for it?

I decided they needed cheering up.

Lovely.
Absolutely parched, thank you very much indeed.

We can't tell you how grateful we are,
can we Henry?

No.

I always like to take care of my tenants.
Besides, any excuse for a party!

You will get your rent. I promise.

You just keep growing
your beautiful flowers, Edie.

Things are bound to turn round.

What a pretty rose!

Not half as pretty as mine!

She still hasn't forgiven you, then?

For last year's flower show.

No. My choosing Edie's flower arrangement
over Mrs McCarthy's

marked a particular low point
in our relationship.

Well, she'll be gunning for you this year.

Oh dear.

That's come around quickly.

Here's to you, you miserable so-and-so.

I spend my days with you.
What do you expect?

Ha!

Lovely do!

Yeah. Edie deserves it.

For putting up with me.

You're right there.

That glass is looking a bit empty.

Henry. How are you doing?

Yeah, I'm alright.

You're very much missed at St Mary's.

Yeah, well.

If you do want to talk,
the door's always open.

Excuse me. Mr Lee?

I am sorry to interrupt
this happy occasion

but I have been wanting to speak to you
for such a long time.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

No, but I am hoping
that you will remember my son.

Thomas.

You hanged him, you see.

Lady, I hanged 120 men and women.
I don't remember every one.

This is Thomas.
And this is his sweetheart, Vera.

They said he murdered her,
but he never did, you see.

You do remember him, don't you?

Mr Lee, I have found out that Vera's killer worked in
the same Crown court where she was a secretary.

He was someone important, you see.
And that's why they covered it up.

And that's why I had to find you.
I need to clear Thomas' name!

Did he say anything to you?
Did he say anything at all?

He said what all the others said.

Nothing.

Please, Mr Lee.

Did he mention a man called Max?

He's the one who killed Vera.

Max?

Where did you hear all this?

Prison.

I need you to tell me what he said!

I want you to leave now.

- Please, Mr Lee. I'm his mother!
- Get out!

You coward!

Ahem. Mrs McCarthy?

What a lovely hat.
Makes you look like royalty.

Oh, if only.

Mrs McCarthy, have you heard of a new restaurant
in Cheltenham called Gérard's Brasserie?

I was wondering if you'd care to
join me there tomorrow lunchtime.

Well, I have a W! meeting.

The speaker runs a cattery in Painswick.

Surely the WI can
do without you for one day.

No, I don't think I will.

But thank you for the invitation all the same.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Henry and I would like
to thank you all very much for coming

and Lady Felicia, of course,
for all your kindness.

Twenty-five years. Sounds a lot.

Some of you will know that
this has not been our easiest year, but...

we've stuck through it. Together.

Like we always have.

And... Well...

I think that's the secret
of a happy marriage, really.

So, thank you. And enjoy your evening.

What about Edie?

Red Lion, anyone?

Ready to sweep all
before you tomorrow, Mrs M?

Tomorrow?

Oh, you mean the flower show.

Well, that's just a bit of fun, isn't it?

Now, what can I do for you?

- About George...
- Oh, you can save your breath.

You clearly put him up to that little stunt.

Mrs M, you've got it all wrong!

He did come and see me,
but only because he was feeling nervous.

He'd wanted to ask you out for lunch
for a very long time.

He seems a jolly decent chap.

I think he really likes you.

- Was there anything else?
- No.

Oh, only that Gérard's Brasserie
is quite the place to be at the moment

and the dover sole is really rather good.

Your cosmos looks lovely, by the way.

Oh!

Edie?

- Tea's up!
- Oh, George.

- Mrs McCarthy, good morning.
- May I have a word?

Yes, yes, of course. Let me just...

Tea, Henry.

- Edie...
- Thank you.

Right.

You were absolutely right about the WI
being able to cope without me

so I was wondering if...

if the invitation still stands?

Oh, yes! Yes, of course!

Wonderful.

May I offer you a celebratory cuppa?

Yes, alright.

A year ago, we had Henry's hanging work.

And you were giving us
weddings and funerals at St Mary's.

Now we have nothing.

I was just sharing out the work, Edie.

You are not the only florist in the area.

I think we both know what you're doing
has got nothing to do with fairness!

Look...

If you promise to give us
some more business

I won't enter the flower show.

Well, I think I can win the competition
without your charity.

Thank you, though.

Please.

Mrs McCarthy, we're on our knees here.

Oh!
_ Henry?

Henry!

Oh!
_ Henry?

Henry!

Father.

Hemlock?

That's what the doctor thinks.

Going by Henry's symptoms,
and the smell.

How extraordinary!

Poor Henry. Didn't notice the odd taste at all
and drank the whole cup.

All probably because
of his excesses last night.

How long does the doctor think he has?

Hours. A day, at most.

The inspector is up with him now.

Father.

What a terrible shock for you both.

Who could have done such a thing?

Edie is, quite understandably,
wondering whether it was me.

- I haven't said a word.
- No need to, Edie.

I made the tea, no one else touched it.

If I were in your position,
I would think it was me too.

Padre. What a surprise.

Good morning, Inspector Mallory.

Last Rites and a murder?

Christmas come early for you, isn't it?

Right, George. With apologies,
I gather you made Henry's tea

so I'll have to take a statement.

You know the drill.

Yes, of course.
And please search my house.

You don't need a warrant.
I've got nothing to hide.

I don't doubt it. Thank you, though.

Goodfellow.
All yours, Padre.

Henry. May I?

I'm here to offer you
confession and absolution.

No.

Thank you.

As you wish.

Have you any idea
who did this to you?

May I ask, was that your first
cup of tea of the day?

Yes.

That woman... at your party.

Iris Lightman.

And the cover-up she was talking about...

I never met a mother who thought
their child was guilty.

But do you think she could've
took her frustration out on you?

It's possible.

Henry, while there is still time

I will do all that I can
to find out who did this.

I give you my word.

- Father.
- George.

Please don't tell me he's dead.

The Lord, in his infinite compassion,
has given Henry more time to say his goodbyes.

I've been praying for
some kind of miracle.

You get on well with Henry, don't you?

When we met in the Red Lion a year ago

I was a typical ex-copper.

Drunk, broken marriage,
fast heading for a hole in the ground.

Henry had just given up the hanging job,
so he wasn't feeling too great himself.

But he insisted he wanted to help me.

He put a spade in my hand
and introduced me to the joys of nature.

A good Samaritan, eh?

George.

Sorry about this,
but I'm going to have to bring you in.

Why?

My colleagues found
Hemlock in your house.

- George is no murderer!
- Well, it's not looking good for him.

No, it isn't. What do you think, Father?

Hemlock. Strange choice of poison.

It paralyses the body, slowly,
but leaves the mind untouched.

Which means it increases the chance
that the culprit will be identified.

George would have known
that there were much more clinical toxins.

But if he was the only person
to touch the teacup...

Well, actually, we're not sure that he was.

It was Henry's first tea of the day.

Ground hemlock is brown.
Henry's teacup was brown.

The powder could have been
placed in his cup earlier that morning

and George wouldn't have noticed.

So, in theory, anybody could have done it.

I need to find Iris Lightman.

Her anger when Henry refused to help her
expose the Max character was palpable.

And what about Edie?

With all her money worries she hasn't exactly
been all sweetness and light, now has she?

What did happen to all that cash
that Edie's father had?

Vernon had money?

Oh yeah. Made an absolute fortune
on the Black Market during the war.

I had no idea.

Sid. Got a small job for you.

Want you to find out
who Vernon's solicitor was.

Oh, Sidney! Your nails are filthy!

You know me, Mrs M.
Always happy to get my hands dirty.

Ta-ta.

- He's helping Edie out in her garden.
- Sidney Carter in a garden?

She needs all the help she can get.

Which is why I've decided to enter Best Bouquet
in the flower competition on her behalf.

You?!

- You're serious?
- Perfectly.

A first prize could be very good
for her publicity right now.

First prize?

I did flower arranging at finishing school.
I doubt you've ever read Constance Spry.

No, I have not and neither has the Father.

Fortunately, he and I are of one mind
when it comes to the floral aesthetic.

Well, we will see about that.

Mrs Lightman!

Mrs Lightman!

Father Brown.

From the party.

Did you see Henry?

I didn't get to see him.
The police stopped me.

But you knew he'd been poisoned.

Two policemen woke me up this morning.
Asking me if I'd been near his shed.

You must've been very angry
with Henry last night.

Why on earth would I want to poison him?

He can't help me clear Thomas
if he's dead, can he?

No.

You mentioned being in prison?

On the morning they hanged Thomas
I attacked a policeman.

Oh.

No, well I wouldn't have expected
someone like you to understand.

Look, all I know about Henry Lee,
all I care about

is that he was the last person
to look into my son's eyes.

Morning, Constable.

Father.

Shame to throw away
such a handsome volume.

'For Henry, the greatest of hangmen,
the greatest of men. Ever, Max.'

You didn't know that your friend Max was
Vera Blanchett's killer until Iris told you last night.

You came home and
threw away his gift in disgust.

Henry, I am only trying
to get the bottom of this.

Max was... a senior judge.

At the Crown court where
Vera Blanchett was a secretary.

He took his own life.

Not long after I hanged Thomas.

Now I know why.

George, this was found snagged
on the shed where you made the tea.

- Got any ideas?
- Yeah!

That woman that Henry had a spat with
at the party last night

she was wearing a cardigan.

Same colour as this.

Iris Lightman?

Is that her name?

Thank you, George. I'm sure we'll
have you out of here very shortly.

Interesting?

I'm afraid so.

Alright.

I did go to that flower garden this morning.

I wanted to punish Henry Lee
for not speaking up.

Punish him how, Iris?

By hitting him with a spade.

- A spade?
- Yes.

But as I stood there in that garden shed

I realised it wasn't
going to solve anything, was it?

So I left.

That's it?

Yes.

Ok. So this is what really happened.

You put hemlock in Henry's teacup
and then set up George Hammond for the crime.

I don't know any George Hammond.

Come on, Iris, make this easier on yourself.

Where would I get hemlock?

How would I know which cup to put it in?

It had an 'H' on it!

Somebody else's name might have started
with the letter 'H', mightn't it?

That was a risk you were ready to take.

Because you're that kind of person, Iris.

You're only two day out of prison
for maiming a policeman, for heaven's sake!

This is what they did to my Thomas!

You lot! You forced a confession out of him!

Well... you'll not put words in my mouth.

Just looking for a picture of your father.

There aren't any.

Oh.

Why?

I known Vernon was a libertarian.

I know he opposed your marriage to Henry.

What's this about, Father?

I understand your father left you
a quite substantial sum.

To be withheld until such a time as Henry Lee
was no longer your lawful husband.

My father's money has
nothing whatsoever to do with Henry.

Or me.

Or you.

- Mrs McCarthy.
- Oh, good gracious!

Anyone would think you were spying on those two.

- Why ever would I do that?
- I have no idea.

I fear I may have found our culprit.

Upon Henry Lee's death

it turns out that Edie is entitled to
her father's not insubstantial inheritance.

Inheritance?

But that makes no sense!

When Henry was
about to drink that cup of tea

Edie was begging me
to give her some business.

She was almost in tears.

Now, Edie Lee is a proud, proud woman.

She'd never humiliate herself like that
if what you say is true.

I see.

Oh dear.

That poor woman.

Father.

Yes?

I have to confess that my feelings
were very hurt last year at the flower show.

Ah. Yes, I'm extremely sorry about that.

No. No, not just by you.

When I looked at Edie's flower arrangement,
I realised mine would never be as good.

And I think I've been
punishing her for that ever since.

That was very brave of you to say so.

And God, I am sure, will forgive you.

Thank you. Thank you, Father.

Now, I'll see you back at St Mary's.

- I just pray to God we're not too late!
- Me too, George.

Father!

Ah, good afternoon, Lady Felicia.

Good work, Sid.

- George.
- Father.

How are you, Henry?

Mr Lee. The good news is
we've got your man. Well, woman.

Turns out Iris Lightman did this to you.

Popped into your shed first thing yesterday
and slipped hemlock in your teacup.

The one thing I don't understand
is why she tried to fit up George here.

I'd never met the woman, Henry.

You don't have
any thoughts on it, do you?

I saw her at the shed.

This morning.

She didn't put poison in my cup.

Well, Mrs Lightman
didn't mention meeting you.

How come you've said
nothing about it until now?

It's the truth.

That woman poisoned you.

So why on earth would you
want to cover for her?

She didn't do it.

Right. Fair enough.

I'm done here, George.

- I'll stay with Henry.
- No!

Just leave me alone.
All of you.

Iris has motive, opportunity, previous,
and, what's more, she's lied to us.

We've easily got enough.

You've met her, Father.

- Do you think she did it?
- No.

But I don't know who did.

Why is Henry behaving
so strangely toward me.

I don't know that either.

But let him rest.

Haven't you got
an appointment this lunchtime?

Mrs McCarthy. I'm sorry I'm a bit late.

But I... I thought you were...

Inspector Mallory
has arrested Iris Lightman.

And as Henry wants to be left alone...

The inspector's also arranged
a car to drop us off in Cheltenham.

Oh!

Oh, they're beautiful.

That is very...

I'll, er, just go and get myself ready.

Oh, there's no need.
You look delightful as you are.

Oh.

Well, at least let me change my hat.

- And I'll just put these in water.
- Of course.

Thank you.

I can't remember the last time
I was in such a fancy place!

Neither can I, Mrs McCarthy.

Oh, Bridgette. Please.

Thank you.

I'm very glad you changed your mind.

Oh.

Now, I hear the dover sole
is particularly nice.

- Ah, Sid.
- Father.

Bon appetit.

Well, I wouldn't want
Mrs M's flan going to waste.

What with her being
otherwise engaged, you know.

Oh. How lovely.

'If I had a flower
for every time I thought of you

I could walk through my garden forever.'

- Quite the poet, old George.
- No.

That's Tennyson.

- Oh dear.
- What?

I fear Mrs McCarthy
is having lunch with a murderer.

You're kidding.

Let's just pray she's
careful what she says.

All I know is, a man named Max
murdered a girl called Vera.

Well, anyway, that's
what this Iris woman told Henry.

George.

Are you alright?

Yes. Yes, I'm fine.

Oh.

Well, I'll just visit the powder room.

Of course.

Are you sure
Mrs McCarthy's in danger?

George may well have poisoned Henry

to stop him revealing that
he killed Vera Blanchett.

- And if George did that to Henry...
- Exactly.

Oh, that looks lovely.

I've taken the liberty
of pouring you some wine.

Oh. Why not?

Here's to you, Bridgette.

And to Henry.

Of course. To poor Henry.

It's quite sharp.
Maybe even a little bitter.

- Try the fish.
- Yes.

- Mrs McCarthy.
- What are you...?

George.

What on earth is going on?

- I'm afraid there's been a fire at St Mary's.
- A fire?

Now, the fire brigade have it
under control, Mrs McCarthy

but I need you to go back with Sid
and sort out a few things.

But I haven't even started my dinner.

I'm so sorry but, all things considered,
I think we've had a lucky escape.

- Right. Shall we?
- The Rolls, Mrs M.

But... Well, why didn't you just
telephone the restaurant?

The line was engaged.

George is Max.

Well, I think I'd better get back.

Just... just in case there's...

Good idea.

- I hope we can do this again, Bridgette.
- Oh, yes. Of course.

I'd like to eat this fish
but I don't think it'd be safe.

I know you killed Vera Blanchett.

And let an innocent boy swing for it.

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

Your work took you
to the Crown court regularly.

And that's where you met Vera.
She was young, impressionable.

You were a Detective Sergeant.

How could she refuse you?

But she did.

And that's where it went
horribly, horribly wrong.

I presume Max is your middle name.

If you leave this restaurant

I will call the police.

Was it your idea to pin
Vera's murder on Thomas?

It was my boss' idea. And his boss'.

To protect their reputation

And the good name of the police.

But I did nothing to stop them.

Did you poison Henry too?

What?

No!

Surely he needed to be silenced.

Thanks to Iris, he knew
you were Vera's killer.

But I've only just found that out
from Mrs McCarthy.

Father, I have done some
monstrous things in my time

but believe me, I would
never, ever harm Henry.

Or Mrs McCarthy.

Mm.

In the time that I have known you I've always
sensed that you wanted to be a good man.

Do you want what happened to Thomas
to ever happen again?

Of course not.

Then go to Inspector Mallory,
confess your crime

and expose your superiors

and the corrupt system
that protected you.

Father, I am not sure
that I'm brave enough.

I think you are.

God has given you a chance to salvage
some greater good from your acts.

I strongly suggest
that you do the right thing.

Afternoon, sir.

- Is the inspector in?
- He is, sir, yes.

- Go straight through.
- Thank you.

Oh, Sergeant...

There's a man outside,
he's behaving rather strangely.

Think he must be drunk.

Is there? Right.

Thanks.

I've got nothing more to say.

Mrs Lightman?

Who are you?

I'm Max.

I am... so very sorry

for what I did to Vera
and to your son.

How did you get in here?

I want to confess to
the murder of Vera Blanchett.

And to my role in a
barbaric police cover-up.

You what?

I should have known
it was too good to be true.

Come now, Mrs McCarthy.

Not every man who invites you out to lunch
will turn out to be a murderer.

And I didn't even get
to taste the dover sole!

It is the merest consolation,
but I do believe that George is repentant

about what he did to Vera and Thomas.

Oh, and I suppose that's why
he poisoned Henry as well?

I'm not convinced it was him, actually.

How can you even question it?

His denial was sincere.

And I don't believe
he would have chosen hemlock.

Nobody in their right mind
would choose hemlock.

Plato did. Or... was that the other one?

- Socrates.
- Yes. Him. Exactly.

Of course, of course!

And all because
you stayed for a cup of tea!

You are a genius, Mrs McCarthy.

Socrates chose hemlock for
his own execution and so did you.

What?

Thomas Lightman showed you that the justice
system you had given your life to was corrupt.

Made you wonder how many other
innocent people you had hanged.

The shock made you give up your job
the church, and embrace the bottle.

I suspect you were looking for life's exit door
before you left your own party.

But when Iris Lightman told you the name
of the monster who caused you all this grief

it was the final straw.

And you had to know George
very well to know that he was Max.

And you did.

Didn't you, Henry?

What is this?

I'm afraid this is the truth.

But you didn't want your suicide to be in vain.
You wanted justice for Vera and Thomas.

But the problem was

you didn't trust the police
to deal with their own corruption.

So you had to put George
on the scaffold yourself.

So you left traces of hemlock
in George's house

and kept the rest with you.

Then when Mrs McCarthy
came to the garden

you put it in your tea

knowing that she would confirm
that George had made it.

George Hammond did this to me.

That's what you want the police to believe.

And that's why you protected Iris.

Don't worry, Henry.

As I speak, George is in the police station
confessing to the murder of Vera.

You will get your justice.

One question.

When you heard the name Max,
why were you certain that was George?

Thomas told me
that Vera was killed by a policeman.

Will I go to hell for this, Father?

Jesus commanded us not to judge.

God will have the final judgement.

But I tell you this.

Not for one second
has he left your side.

I've just been on the phone
to the Chief Constable.

You're free to go.

What?

- You can't do this!
- I'm just following orders.

I'm not going.

You know what I think, Detective Inspector?

That a bent copper is worse
than any criminal.

That you should swing
and heads should roll.

But it's not me who decides, is it?

It can be.

If you want it to be.

Look, I'll get Goodfellow
to throw you out if I have to.

Inspector Mallory, if you do not charge me
with the murder of Vera Blanchett

then I will add your name
to the list that I give to the newspapers

of all the coppers involved
in this sordid business.

And as the roof of this constabulary
comes crashing down

you too will be buried forever.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'd've ended up
bringing you down with me.

At this moment,
I just want to come with you.

No, Edie, no.
You must stay.

Fight.

Your father's money...

I want you to take it.

- What? No, don't ask that!
- Please.

Henry.

Keeping our business alive.

That will be... keeping us alive.

Thank you.

You are the best thing
that ever happened in my life.

Henry...

Edie...

The stream will cease to flow,
the wind will cease to blow.

The clouds will cease to fleet,
the heart will cease to beat.

For all things must die.

Henry chose hemlock.

He wanted to say
a proper goodbye to Edie.

Come on, Sid. We've got
a competition to win for Edie.

The flower show.

Forgot all about that.

- Lady Felicia...
- Yes, Mrs M.

I was wondering if you might like
one or two suggestions from me

as to which flowers might
catch Father Brown's eye.

I thought you wanted
to win the trophy for yourself.

Yes, well... I've had a change of heart.

Thank you.

Oh!

The winner.

For Edie Lee, the grower of the best flowers
in the whole of the Cotswolds.

And next Monday I'm hiring Edie
as florist for the Websters' wedding.

Excellent.

You look relieved, Father.

That was the toughest yet.

- Thanks for the steer.
- Anything for a peaceful life, eh?

Partners in crime.
Who'd have thought it?

You know what? When those two get together,
they really are a deadly combination.

But of course, the real reason we won

was because I knew exactly
which blooms Father Brown favoured.

What rot!
If I hadn't been to finishing school

the whole thing would have been
an unmitigated disaster!