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Brenda Palmer.

Brenda.

What happened?

I need your help, Father.

I didn't do it.

I swear.

Didn't do what?

Let's begin at the beginning.

When did you first leave the Boston?

A few weeks back. They lined up a job
for me.

A proper one, this time.

Where was this?

The Granford Club, in Burywick.

I've heard of it.

Most prestigious.

The staff are nice, too.

I've got my own room.

So, what happened?

The boss said I nicked a fibre from the
till.

But I never.

I gave them the slip out the back window
and I ran.

I know I made it worse, Father, but... I
was scared.

They'd send me down again.

To a real prison this time.

No, they won't.

I won't let that happen.

But what if they don't believe me?

They will.

When I find the real culprit.

It's good of you to take her in, but can
you be positively sure she's telling

the truth?

Yeah.

He positively can.

Cos I am.

I'm glad to hear it, young lady.

Who's this?

I'm Mrs Devine. You must be Brenda.

Father Brown told me all about you.

Ah.

Funny. He never mentioned you.

Good. Pleasantries exchanged.

Now... You! Father Brown! I thought it
was high time that...

Hello.

I don't think we've met.

This is Mrs. Devine, our new parish
secretary.

Oh.

And this is Miss Brenda Palmer, a young
friend in need of help. In fact, we were

just... I'm sorry, you're not quite what
I was... Why did you say that you'd

worked previously?

I didn't.

It's just that your predecessor, Mrs.
McCarthy, is a dear friend of mine.

Forgive my curiosity in her replacement.

Lady Felicia.

You will have to excuse us.

Miss Palmer and I have a pressing
engagement in Berrywick. Oh, we'll let

super drive you. I was going to drive
them. In that tiny little car outside.

I think we can do better than that.

How are we in the car, Father?

Have courage, Brenda. You've done
nothing wrong.

This place looks familiar.

You know, all right.

Didn't it used to be a jazz club?

The Twitter, of course.

Great cocktails, wonderful music.

What a pity it's become a duffy private
members club.

Even so, I'd be meaning to have a nosy.

They weren't like you, eh?

My husband Monty is a member, and he
says it's all rather splendid.

No ladies allowed?

What on earth?

Told you.

This could be awkward.

We'll wait in the car, shall we? We
shall do nothing of the sort.

Well, what a magnificent collection of
male specimens.

Excuse me, ladies.

It's Mr. Grandfather.

This club is for gentlemen only. I'm
afraid I must ask you to leave.

Oh, so you're very happy to employ
women, just not to serve them.

Talking of employees, we are here to
vouch for the good name of Miss Brenda

Palmer.

She's anxious to clear the air after
yesterday's misunderstanding.

Well, I've no interest in clearing the
air. The girl stole from us. I never

stole that money, Mr Granford.

I'm telling the truth.

All right, telephone the police,
Charlotte.

But surely it's a priest's.

Thank you for bringing back the thief.
Father, you're welcome to stay for a

drink, should you wish, but your two
companions will have to go elsewhere.

Then I have no desire to drink here
either, and we will stay here until the

police arrive.

As you wish.

I did suggest we stay in the car, fidget
sticks.

We shall not be moved.

That's John, the manager.

And that's Bertie, the son.

He just got kicked out of Oxford.

That's why his dad won't give him any
money.

Was he in the bar yesterday?

Yeah.

Describe his movements to me, precisely.

OK.

He's in and out the most of the day.

Then he went upstairs about four o
'clock.

Came back down with a face like thunder
and carried on drinking.

How long was he upstairs for?

Um, 20 minutes.

Why?

Colonel, may I borrow your newspaper
momentarily?

My pleasure.

You're a racing man, Mr. Granford.

And that is the favorite.

Durley Dean lost spectacularly
yesterday.

At 4 .15.

Sorry, I don't bet on horses.

No.

But I do.

Occasionally. Thank you.

And more to the point, so does your son.

I've seen him at the racecourse.

Bertie had his allowance taken away.

He was sent down from Oxford. Am I
right?

Now, I will wager that the £5 note taken
from the till...

was used to place a bet.

What utter rot!

Well, a quick check of your pockets for
a betting slip would settle it.

I'm sure you won't mind.

If you've nothing to hide.

I can't be serious.

Right, get up.

to take over here. Well, you can forget
about that. Now, get out of my sight!

Get!

John, call the police. Tell them there
has been a false alarm.

Quickly! Yes, sir.

Right. The job is still yours if you
want it.

I do, sir.

Thank you.

And, ladies, I reserve the right to
refuse entrance to whomever...

I choose. So I will ask you again.

Please leave.

And you call yourselves gentlemen?

Quite.

Thank you, Father, for saving me skin
again.

You're very welcome, Miss Palmer.

Goodbye.

I'm sure you will do yourself proud.

Oh, dear me.

This place is a thorough clear -up. It's
becoming something of a mould museum.

And what, may I ask, would you know
about housekeeping, Lady Felicia? I know

to hire wisely, which is more than I can
say for some people.

And what kind of name is divine?

She seems to care more about her...

appearance he does about looking after
you.

Mrs. Devine's role is parish secretary,
not housekeeper.

And besides, I am more than capable of
looking after myself.

From now on, you can lock up after the
dental done and Myra's done the

You're giving them to me?

Yeah. But don't lose them now. This is
our only fear set.

I am so tired.

See you tomorrow.

Well,

I am glad you're back, my love, because
I would have really missed having a

laugh with you.

I know.

I would have missed you too.

It's OK.

Clean that up.

He's a spoilt brat.

I bet you he's never worked a day in his
life.

Hey, no.

You cheer up.

Watch this.

Look at this. Okay.

What?

You start with two.

How do you do that? Okay. Start with
two.

And then you add a third.

Go on.

Sorry, Sarah.

I hope rehiring you wasn't a mistake,
girl.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I'll have a martini, please.

We don't serve women at the Graniteford
Club.

Oh. So you can end your pure -eye little
stunt right now. Get up!

Well, if it's all the same to you, I
think I'll stay.

I love nothing more than to sit at a bar
and whitter on about kittens and

knitting patterns. Feel free to ignore
me, gentlemen.

I think you'll find that nobody here is
the least bit impressed or interested in

your protest.

Jasper, why don't you allow ladies here?

I've always wondered.

I will not discuss this.

Anyone fancy a game of charades?

No?

Are you

all

right? Would you please stop this?

You're never going to change his mind.
Oh, my dear, I know that.

I'm simply here to make a point, and I
haven't finished making it.

Well, then I'll have to telephone the
police.

I'm sorry.

but I'm doing this for women everywhere.

You think it's just women who are banned
from this place?

Look around.

You're quite right.

How jolly and sensitive of me.

Wait a minute.

I knew I'd met you before. The Twister
Club.

It was yours, wasn't it?

It was.

What on earth happened?

Better get back to work.

Chief Inspector Sullivan, you see the
lengths I go through for us to meet.

I'm told you're making quite the
spectacle of yourself, Lady Felicia. Not

all. I simply popped in for a martini,
which I'm still waiting for, by the way.

Won't you join me?

Would you please unlock those?

Gosh, I'd love to.

But I seem to have misplaced the key.

Are you going to frisk me?

I warn you, I'm ticklish.

Then there's only one thing for it.

Single stab wound to the heart.

Somewhat operatic.

No sign of a struggle.

Seems to have been taken by surprise.

Yes, thank you, Father. I can see that
for myself.

So the safe was open and the contents
emptied. Can anyone say when they last

Mr. Granford alive?

I'd say about two hours ago.

Right, sir.

Everyone's been detained downstairs.

We've taken all their names.

Thank you.

Oh. Anyone could have slipped upstairs
and done this.

You can count me out. I was handcuffed
at the bar at the time.

Chief Inspector had to cut me loose.

Did he?

Chief Inspector?

I know you would have noticed this, but
look.

Looks as if it's been discarded in
haste.

There's blood on the sleeve.

And a faint odor of... What is it?
Candle wax?

That's the colonel's.

Colonel's? Partridge.

Sir, he always wears it. He was in the
bar earlier.

Sergeant, is the Colonel on that list?

No, sir.

He's clearly left the building.
Sergeant, get the men and search the

Rightio, sir.

He can't have done anything to Mr
Granford.

He can't even get out of his chair
without help.

In which case, someone must have seen
him leave the bar.

Alas, all eyes were on Lady Felicia's
stunt.

Sorry.

So an ancient colonel clambers up the
stairs, kills Mr. Granford, robs him,

then dumps the jacket because there's
blood on it.

Or did he merely discover the body?

He gets blood on him, panics he'll be
blamed, so sheds it and flees?

Yes, possibly.

Quite possibly.

Either way, he couldn't have fled
through the bar unnoticed.

Is there another exit?

It couldn't have been the Colonel.

Well, I found the keys to the office and
the combination to the safe in his

jacket pocket.

But I appreciate that must be very
difficult for you. Someone must have

to the Colonel.

Jasper would never divulge the
combination to me.

I was barely allowed to set foot in his
office.

And you?

You're the manager here?

You wouldn't risk me knowing it.

I had to hand in the takings at the
door.

You? Master Granford?

Me?

But he never trusted me either.

Can't think why.

But I overheard your father saying he
was priming you to run the business.

Surely he would have entrusted the safe
combination to you for practical

purposes. Look.

I said he didn't all write.

Forgive me.

I know this has been a shock.

But the combination to the safe was
handwritten, you see.

So a simple writing specimen would
settle it.

It was all a kind of idea.

He was going to empty the safe tonight
after my father had retired to bed.

He was always asleep by about 10.

I'd be seen propping up the bar all
evening.

And no one would suspect the colonel of
such a thing.

The plan was to split the takings.

You just admitted to a difficult
relationship with your father.

Only yesterday the two of you had a
confrontation, rather publicly, with him

dead. You're in line to inherit a
full... I wouldn't have him killed.

I hated him sometimes, but I swear on my
life, I didn't want the...

I didn't want the money in the safe.

I could have just been yards from the
killer.

I still don't think it was the colonel
there.

So, I'm afraid the club is going to have
to close until further notice.

Close?

Why? I just assumed you'd need a bit of
time, Mrs. Granford.

It's Charlotte.

And I've wasted enough time. Tomorrow
the doors will open as usual. I don't

anyone losing their jobs over this.

Actually, a couple of the waitresses
have already quit.

It's going to take a little time to
train you staff.

I could step in until you find someone
more permanent.

And I could do with the extra pay.

Yesterday you worked out I was the thief
in a matter of minutes.

You seem to see things that others
don't.

So I'm asking you to help me, Father.

If you are innocent of this crime, I
will do all I can.

But first, you have to answer everything
I ask.

Why are you so in need of money?

You stole to Campbell.

There was a girl in Oxford.

She worked in a pub.

I got her into trouble, behaved
despicably, and hoped for other sort to

that I got sent down.

The money was for the baby, you see.

Least I could do.

I'm not proud of who I am.

Someone killed my father and wants me to
take the blame.

I don't deserve that.

You're

not

going to handcuff yourself to the bar
again, are you, Lady Felicia?

I never repeat a party trick.

Father, this is the vine.

Any news on the colonel, Chief
Inspector?

Seems to have vanished into thin air,
Father. I will find him. In the

we have his accomplice.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Grenford. I've had to
charge him.

I'm here, Father. Can I get you a drink?

No, thank you.

You seem pleased that Bertie's been
arrested. May I ask why?

I just don't like him, that's all.

Do you think he's guilty?

I've only been working here for a few
weeks, so I couldn't possibly say.

But I know a nasty piece of work when I
see one.

I know he's your friend, but could the
timing of Moira's employment be

significant?

You what?

You mean, did she kill Mr. Granford?

Well, no.

She can't have done. She was a cleaner.
She was only in at night.

That is a fair point.

But I'm still not convinced that Bertie
is responsible for the murder.

And the incriminating note left at the
crime scene...

Smacks of someone trying to implicate
him.

Perhaps it's a case of Occam's razor.

There's hard evidence placing the
Colonel at the scene.

And it's gone on the run.

I did see him staring daggers at him.
More than once.

The Colonel was certainly embroiled in
events.

But a bloody jacket is not significant
evidence.

Let us consider the murder itself.

Whoever drove the knife in did it face
to face.

But the Jets, it is personal.

John, he ran the Twister Jazz Club, and
when I asked him what happened, he was

rather coy about it. What about Mrs.
Granford?

I notice she's had quite the fashion
transformation.

She stood up to him publicly about the
man -only policy, and I suspect he

her for it.

So?

the pertinent question is, who was
Jasper Granford?

You saw my husband's contempt for women,
Father.

Did it surprise you he extended it to
me?

Sadly, no.

Which is why I need to ask you, did you
have a hand in his death?

Do you really think that I would allow
my own son to take the blame if I had?

Bertie... Bertie grew up with Jasper's
example, but he is not bad to the core.

Please believe that.

I do already.

And I will prove his innocence.

And to that end, I need to know more
about your husband.

He was a wealthy man.

How did he come by his fortune?

It wasn't inherited.

That I'm certain of.

I never met his family.

He was very secretive about them. He was
very secretive about everything.

And his business dealings?

Never discussed them with me.

I know he had several places apart from
this club, all in entertainment and

hospitality.

This building was previously a jazz
club.

Belonging to your manager, John?

Yes. Poor John. He got into debt.

That is how Jasper came to own the club.

He did one good thing, at least. He kept
on all the staff, and I... I don't know

how I would have managed without them.

Especially John.

Was it like in Boston?

Hard.

But... I made some good friends.

It's not that different from growing up
in care, really.

Come here.

You are a very, very special girl.

And don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Are you all right?

Mm -hmm.

I have a son, Max. He's ten.

And he's in a care home, too.

Why'd they take him off you?

My husband, he was a really good man,
but he drank.

So I had to support all of us.

I was...

Out nights.

Sometimes.

And they've reported me as being unfit.
And we know how it is.

Women don't get a second chance.

I'm sorry.

They wouldn't even tell me where he was
until somebody took pity on me.

But now, I get to visit him at least.

He's down the road in Glendale.

And that is why I took this job.

Hey, watch this.

Bravo,

Miss Palmer.

Moira taught me.

All I'm saying is, Mrs. MacArthur used
to see to it that he was eating

etc. I already had a husband I had to
care for, but he was an invalid.

It's not my job to be Father Brown's
housekeeper.

Well, what is your job, pray tell?

Certainly isn't bookkeeping. I saw a
pile of unopened posts that could cause

avalanche.

It seems that Mr. Granford kept much
from his wife, but she was able to give

a list of his other businesses.

Now, if the murderer is someone that he
wronged, the answer may be contained in

this.

Gosh. He owned a restaurant, a
nightclub, a theatre.

Oh, the Purple Cravat.

That's a cabaret club in Soho.

A friend was in the chorus there.

I'll give her a call.

In fact, let me do a bit of sleuthing.

That would be most helpful, Mrs Devine.

Well, this should help him with
something.

You did a good job today, Myra.

If you'd like to stay on as a permanent
waitress, we'd be glad to have you.

Please say yeah.

Um, I... I would really like that, thank
you.

These flowers need throwing out.

The florist is going to bring some more
in the morning.

Can I take them?

Feel free.

Max will love these.

You're giving flowers to a boy.

When he was little, he would ask me to
name all of the different flowers in the

garden.

To brighten up your room.

So, I spoke to my chorus line friend,
and apparently Jasper Granford bought

purple cravat from the previous owners,
who'd suddenly gone bankrupt after a

lavish renovation they couldn't afford.

How fortuitous.

Of course, that got me wondering.

Was there a pattern to this?

So I called all the other businesses on
the list.

It turns out there were sudden
bankruptcies before all of Jasper

business acquisitions.

That must have been what happened to the
Twisted Jazz Club.

Indeed.

Did Jasper Granford deliberately force
those businesses to fail so that he

buy them up cheaply?

There's only one way to find out.

The Twister was special.

We had world -class musicians.

World -class service.

But it needed renovation.

So I applied for a bank loan.

Several, in fact.

But they turned me down.

When you're black in this country,
father, people do make assumptions.

Mr. Granford offered to pay for the
renovations in exchange for a small

the club.

I agreed.

But when the work was done, he denied
ever promising the money.

When I couldn't pay, I had to declare
bankruptcy.

And guess who snapped up the club's
cheap?

That must have been very, very hard to
bear. I think he enjoyed watching us

serve those rich white men who see us as
nothing, including the bank managers

I went to for help.

That amount of resentment can boil over,
Mr. Harrow.

I didn't kill him.

But I'm not sorry he's dead.

He was a parasite.

and it was only a matter of time before
someone made him pay.

So, to sum up, Mr. Granford was loathed
by almost everyone he was

close to.

Was it A, his long -suffering wife, who
he struck for speaking out against him?

B, his spoiled son, who he bullied and
controlled with money?

See, he's club manager, who he swindled
and forced into servitude.

That's very thorough, Mrs Devine. Well,
not really.

You missed out the colonel.

No, I didn't.

I was getting to him.

Very illuminating. The question being,
how does a man vanish without trace

with half of the police force looking
for him?

Father, remember you detected a faint
odor on the colonel's jacket?

Candle wax.

He said it smelt like candle wax.

Did he also happen to have a hint of
turpentine about it?

Yes. Yes, he did, faintly.

Then it might be grease paint used for
stage make -up.

Could the Colonel, in fact, be a younger
man dressed up to look old?

Do you know, that's actually rather
good.

So someone who was clearly not present
the day of the murder.

And it's not as far -fetched as you'd
think. I mean, I played Bob Cratchit in

Christmas Panto one year.

No,

seriously,

though. Let's think.

Who could the younger man be?

Bertie. No, can't be.

Him and the Colonel were in the same
room together.

Right, good point.

Moira and the Colonel.

What about them?

They're the same person.

The perfect guy.

An old man who is practically invisible
to everyone around him.

A false tracheostomy hiding the female
voice.

She conjured a phantom to take the blame
for the murder.

And he didn't plain sight.

I'm going to the bog.

The Colonel only recently made an
appearance at the club, and Moira

just started working there as a cleaner.
So he'd be in the bar at opening

hours, and she at closing time. Of
course, she'd have to be immensely

hair and make -up.

A background in entertainment?

She taught Miss Palmer to juggle.

Aha!

I think that it's time I had a word with
Moira.

Perhaps you two would stay here with...
Where did she go?

She went to the bog, apparently.

Amanda, what are you doing?

I wanted to ask you myself.

Okay.

Did you kill Mr. Grunford?

What is it?

I've had a lot of people lie to me.

And I know it when I see it.

How could you?

I found the body. I was scared to death.

I didn't know it would be you.

Why did you do it?

Because he deserved it.

Because he took everything from me.

I don't understand.

Not from this.

I won't let myself up, I promise. But
please, you have to let me say goodbye

Max.

Please, please, Brenda. Otherwise he's
going to think I've abandoned him again.

Brenda.

What's going on?

I'll set the clock, sir.

Where is she?

Tell us.

Moira Barnes, on suspicion of murdering
your husband.

Moira?

Why are you protecting her?

Where has she gone?

You'd better start talking.

Chief Inspector, please.

I know you helped her for a reason.

But you need to tell us what you know.

She needed to say goodbye.

Goodbye to who?

No -one's heard of a children's home in
Glendale. You'd better not be lying.

I'm not.

Right, Sergeant, take the next road.
Keep asking. Go door to door if you have

to. Right -o, sir.

I'll continue down here.

Did Moira tell you anything else about
the boy?

Anything at all?

Um... He said he liked flowers.

She used to give him some sometimes.

I thought it was a bit weird with him
being a boy.

I think I know where to look.

They didn't even tell me that he was
dead.

Can you imagine that?

I hear he didn't suffer, at least, a
sudden illness, and then he was gone.

But I should have been there.

What did Mr. Granford do to you?

He took our theatre.

Our beautiful theatre.

Drove us all into penury.

And then bit by bit I lost the rest.

So my husband, my home, and my boy.

So you see, I had to put it right.

A crime of passion.

can be understood, if not easily
forgiven.

But this was calculated.

Calmed.

Don't you think I've been punished
enough, Father?

Perhaps you have.

But I don't think avoiding punishment
matters to you.

Or why not flee?

Or did you want that time to enjoy your
handiwork?

It was revenge.

Evil. In the name of love.

Colonel Partridge, this is a private.

Do you remember all of those lives that
you ruined?

Mine. My husband's.

My son's.

Myra. Oh, you do remember me. Good.

Because my face is going to be the last.
This thing you see, as I send you to

hell.

Can either of you tell me that he didn't
deserve it?

And what about Bertie?

You set a trap for him to take the
blame.

And yet he's entirely innocent of his
father's crime. If Max had lived, he

be everything that Bertie isn't.

And that's a reason to ruin a life.

He would have ruined Brenda's.

He would have sent her to jail without a
thought.

People like us mean nothing to him.

And yet the money he tried to steal from
his father, he wanted to use for a

child that he wished to take
responsibility for.

The police are nearby, Moira, and this
is over now.

You need to do the right thing.

When I found out where Max was buried, I
realised that it was

near to the town where Jack the Grand
had moved to.

And that's when I knew.

I knew.

I knew that God wanted me to do it.

An eye for an eye.

No.

Vengeance is the Lord's alone.

For then wasn't... wasn't I the tool of
his vengeance?

You acted of your own free will, which
is a gift to all of us.

You suffered.

And losing your liberty will test you
again.

But repentance and penance are the way
to be.

And I hope you find it.

It's a gift.

Brenda.

You must let me know next time you're on
a show.

Monty and I will come and we'll make a
night of it. I look forward to that.

Miss Palmer.

They fired me for the stunt with the
keys.

Oh, dear.

I didn't know where else to go.

Oh, Inspector Sullivan.

Mrs Vine, apologies. I'm here on
official business.

Brenda Palmer.

I'm arresting you for being an accessory
after the fact by assisting Moira

Barnes to escape.

What? You can't be serious.

That is not necessary, Chief Inspector.
She has a history of criminality and, as

of today, no fixed abode.

So you're persecuting a girl for being
homeless?

Shame on you.

Quite. And you'll have to get past us
first. Excuse me. Sorry.

I think the ladies have spoken, Chief
Inspector.

Yes. I rather think they have.

And I have a suggestion.

Miss Palmer's looking for a place to
stay, and I clearly need a housekeeper.

Would you consider working for me?

Do you really mean it?

Good. That's settled, then.

And I give you my word that I will keep
her out of trouble.

Fine.

I don't know why you trust her, but on
your head be it.

Good day.

I won't let you down, Father. I promise.

It is only to start tidying straight
away.

Actually, there is.

And I've processed your post. Father,
bills have been paid and your

correspondence is in the study.

Oh, and, uh, Lady Felicia, this came for
you.

Oh.

Oh, the Twisted Jack covers reopening.

And Charles and John quarterly invite
you and your friends to have a martini

the house. What a splendid idea. What
say you?

Oh, well, I'm game if you are, Father.

I wouldn't mind a bit of jazz.

I won't say no to a martini.

Just the one.

Oh, hurrah.

And we'll get our glad rags on, Mrs. D,
and we'll find something divine for

Brenda to wear. Oh, divine.

Oh, it's good.

You'd better unpack.

Father Brown, back next Friday at 1 .45.

Or watch all episodes now on BBC
iPlayer. Just press red.

Here next, tasty farm produce on the
menu.