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I love seeing you like this.

Like what?

You're so lively.

This one must be really special.

My dear, it will be the pinnacle of my
collection.

And it deserves to be seen by as many
people as possible.

49 seconds late.

Didn't want to disturb, sir.

Actuality is imperative if you are to
exceed your trial period.

Jake?

I can only apologise.

Might I ask when it arrives, this
special clock of yours?

£5 ,000.

Have you lost your tiny mind?

It's none of your business. I couldn't
disagree more. It's my birthright you're

squandering. I simply won't stand for
it. Quentin, what do you want? Some

moolah. Some spondoolix. Some lolly.
Pop.

My inheritance before you pour it down
the drain.

You know it's what Mother would have
wanted.

You'll get it when I'm dead.

And when exactly will that be?

Quentin! You will address me as my lord.
Quentin!

I want you to leave.

If you insist.

But I'd have a little reconsider if I
were you.

You might not like the consequences if
you don't.

Toodle -pick.

Sorry. I'm so sorry.

Not to worry.

It can be mended.

Anyway, well done, Miss Palmer.

A whole shilling, by my reckoning.

I've never won anything before.

You have it for your watch.

Nonsense.

What have you two been up to?

Um, Father Brown's been teaching me
about hearthing.

Oh. I didn't know you rode, Father.

Oh, better get me skates on. I'm due at
the manor in an hour.

Can't help noticing the change in your
appearance since you took on extra work

there. Don't know what you mean.

Have you met someone?

He's just a friend.

Bye then.

Well, we might find out very soon.

We've been invited to a rather special
unveiling at Hartigan Manor.

Mr. Hoskins.

The very man. Father, good to see you.

How's the clock business?

Oh, you know, ticking along.

I don't suppose that you could...

Sure, leave it with me. No charge.

Well, it's got to be worth a few brownie
points from the man upstairs, huh?

Brian, all clear.

Let's see what all the fuss is about
then.

Is that it?

It's so intricate.

Bren, it's world famous.

And worth a fortune.

If I did know better, I think you were
more into clocks than me.

I know very well that the real treasure
is right here in front of me.

It's me, the talker.

Holy cow.

You know what that means, don't you?

What? Get.

So good of you to come, Father.

Wouldn't you have missed it?

Have you met Mrs. Devine, our new parish
secretary?

We're in the players together.

You have such a beautiful home.

Thank you.

I hope you like clocks.

Who doesn't?

I'm sorry. If you'll excuse me.

I didn't know if you'd come.

You could resist a nightingale clock,
eh?

So nice of you, Stan, after all this
time.

I'm sure he'll be fascinated by the
clock.

I understand it's quite the celebrity.

Well, it's certainly given Oswald a new
lease of life.

And how he's married now.

I know what people say about the age
gap, that I'm some kind of Eliza

but it's wonderful.

It truly is.

It appears my invite got lost in the
post.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh, dear God.

Don't do this, please.

Surely I'm entitled to see what you're
wasting my money on. I'm sure that we

come to some kind of arrangement if you
leave now and go write me a cheque.

A jolly big fat one.

Chop, chop.

You've had too much to drink, lad. Come
on.

touch me let's get you home

you get nothing more from me nothing

consider yourself disinherited

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I lose control.

I know what that feels like.

I can't be around these people much
longer.

I'm going back to London.

What?

These past few weeks have been the best.

I don't want this to end.

Then come with me.

Oh, I thought I recognised your voice.

Is this your... This is Jake.

So pleased to meet you, Isabel Devine.

Can I help you?

Oh, I was just actually looking for the
little girl's room.

I'll show you where.

Well, thank you for lending me Brenda,
Father, but she is proving to be rather

unreliable.

Oh, well, I'm sure she'll be along in a
moment.

What did I miss? Doing your job, which
is hanging by a very fine thread at the

moment.

Relax, as you were.

Yes, we've straightened out our little
misunderstanding.

Eat, drink and be merry.

So, at 12 .59 precisely, please could
everyone convene at the top of the

for the reveal of the finest timepiece
in the country.

Don't get too excited.

I thought he'd been removed with force.

He appears not.

Right on schedule.

This is it. This is the moment we've all
been waiting for.

That's it. Just gather up. If you could
just find any spot you can.

Thank you so much.

So, aficionados should note that the
Nightingale

clock employs an extremely rare double
-six grand sonnerie striking system,

which is utterly ingenious.

So, without further ado...

I give you the exquisite Nightingale...

Unless I'm very much mistaken, that is
coal dust.

All right, Father, as you were here
before the murder, I will consider your

analysis. Well, he was laughing
downstairs at 12 .30, which means he was

murdered in the half hour before the
unveiling of the clock.

Which is conspicuous by its absence.

Perhaps the deceased interrupted someone
trying to steal it. Quite possible,

Sergeant.

Yes, we need to find that murder weapon.

And it's about one and the same thing,
Chief Inspector.

The ornamentation on the clock would
account for the wounds on Lord

forehead.

Yes, well, I prefer to keep an open
mind.

If I could have your attention, please.

It was no fourth century, and no one has
left the building since Lord Hartigan

was murdered.

Which means the killer is in this room.

We need to establish who's upstairs
between 12 .30 and 1pm.

I went upstairs to have another look at
the clock.

I went up to patch up my make -up.

I went up to find Oswald.

So, just the three of you.

Well, actually, I did see Brenda's
friend heading upstairs, too.

To check if everything was ready for the
big reveal.

Just doing my job.

Mr Hunt, I understand you had an
altercation with the deceased.

He was keeping the peace.

Lord Hartigan punched a guest.

Mr Hoskins.

Yeah, I'm fine now.

I see.

I'm taking no chances.

Everyone in this room is to be searched.

I'm missing a murder weapon.

You and your big mouth.

I'm sorry, but we can't just ignore the
fact that he's a suspect.

Maybe he is.

Please.

Look there.

They found nothing on me.

I'm glad.

Jake, this is Father Brown.

Pleasure.

Hello.

Brent, shall we?

Chief Inspector!

What? I've never seen that before in my
life.

Excuse me.

I take it that wasn't a nosebleed, Miss
Hoskins. No, but...

Therefore, I'm afraid I have no option
but to arrest you on suspicion of

The killer planted the handkerchief.

But why?

I need to know everything if I'm going
to help.

Like what?

Did you hear or see anything unusual
while you were upstairs?

I shouldn't have come to think of it. I
did see something strange.

Into the very room in which him, Lord
Hartigan, was murdered.

Thank you.

Oh, Father, ask for your watch back.

Just get someone else to fix it.

No need.

You'll be fixing it yourself soon
enough.

How are you, Mrs Hartigan?

I'm trying to stay strong for Oswald.

I'm afraid he's taken to his bed.

It's a shock, I think.

How well did you know Lord Hartigan?

I never saw eye to eye with him. I'm not
sure anyone did, really.

I couldn't help noticing the lascivious
way he looked at you earlier today.

And Mr Hoskins said that you were
dragged into the clock room shortly

murder. Was that Lord Hartigan? Are you
all right?

A dizzy spell.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing you say will go any further, I
assure you.

My husband isn't the most loving of men.

Far more interested in clocks and his
schedule.

While Lord Hartigan was wild and
spontaneous.

He paid me attention and I fell for it.

I know it's pathetic.

What happened in the clock room?

He wanted to... But I couldn't.

So I left him there laughing at me.

Then I went to patch up my make -up.

Was he?

I know it's terrible, Father, but I
can't help but feel relieved.

At least now Oswald will never know what
I've done.

What do you make of Mr Hunt?

He's a good worker.

Although I've never heard back from any
of his referees.

How did you find him?

He found us, actually.

Well, I will leave you now, Mrs.
Hartigan, to rest.

But I will return tomorrow morning at 10
a .m. to check on your husband.

Money was at the root of the conflict
between Mr. Hartigan and his son. Thank

you.

Perhaps that tension overflowed.

Speaking of tension overflowing, what
about Jake?

Yes. Mrs Hartigan said that he
specifically sought work with them.

Why? We need to find out more about him,
with Haith, for Brendan's sake.

You mentioned yesterday that you
stumbled upon his room.

Yes.

What are you thinking?

I think perhaps we need a combined
tactical foray.

It must be in here somewhere.

Oswald, please stop this.

The police couldn't find the clock.

But they started everyone before they
left. It must still be here.

Father!

Yes, Mel? Hello, Bessie.

Thank you for coming.

Not at all.

I'll get some tea.

And I'll just powder my nose.

I know where.

Almost upset to think that the town
could have done this, Father.

Perhaps he didn't.

Let's just say that I'm investigating.

I did notice something odd on your son's
hand.

Coal dust.

Can you think where that may have come
from?

The fellow?

I can't imagine my handling coal in
summer.

Neither can I.

And I couldn't help noticing how things
rapidly changed between you yesterday.

I simply gave him what he wanted.

A cheque.

May I ask why?

For a quiet life, Father.

He was always so much trouble.

But when all's said and done,

he became my boy.

Do you need anything, sir?

Oh, no, thank you, Jake.

Oh, yes, Jake, sorry, there is one
thing.

You haven't seen the Divine anywhere,
have you?

She went to refresh herself and she
appears to have gone AWOL.

to see you here.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Tell me!

Ah, Mrs Devine, there you are. Oh, his
name's not Hunt, father.

It's Jacob Orenski. Orenski.

You're Polish?

Yes.

Why change your name, Jakub?

To reinvent myself?

Because you've done things you're not
proud of.

I've been in trouble with the police.

I did what I had to do to survive on the
streets of London.

I lost my family when they invaded
Warsaw. I was seven.

I'm sorry.

I don't want your pity.

Why choose to come here, specifically?

I heard on the grapevine they were
looking for staff.

Does Mr. Hartford know you're snooping
around his house?

Well, we'll leave you in peace.

Oh, and, Father, I always intended to
tell Brenda myself.

And I'm without dignity.

I can assure you our lips are sealed.

You are?

Mrs Durine, I thought we agreed. He's
been lying to you.

What else hasn't he told you?

And you found this out by going through
his things?

We were trying to protect you. He has a
criminal past.

So do I.

Father Brown gave me a second chance.

Why can't he have one?

You didn't lie about your identity.

Perhaps you should exercise some
caution.

He's a good person.

I know it.

What about his temper?

Well, you should have spoke to me about
this.

Robert, I'm going behind my back.

I told him not to say anything.

Thing is, I've not been that honest with
you either.

What do you mean?

I've been inside.

Barstool.

What for?

A stroller dress off a clothing line.

Got two years.

Can you forgive me?

That's typical.

It is?

Being punished for something so trivial
when capitalists steal from the people

all the time.

My father Brown's the only one who gave
me a chance.

Not the only one.

None of this matters.

It's only this.

Brenda. Hmm?

I love you.

No one's ever said that to me before.

Well?

I love you too.

Can we be honest with each other from
now on?

It's the only way.

Then I'm coming with you.

You won't regret it.

We leave in the morning.

Tomorrow? Yeah, is that a problem?

Well, I need to pack and say my
goodbyes. Well, let me rust you up

eat first.

Celebrate.

What I keep wondering is, why Mr
Hartigan, a famously private person, put

clock on display in the first place?

The only person he seemed pleased to see
was Stan.

And Mrs Hartigan said, it was good to
see Mr Hoskins after all this time.

Well, they had a falling out.

Over what?

Betty has no idea.

She said it was just after Lady Harriet
died.

So the clock was an olive branch.

I'm so sorry.

For what?

He did it.

What more proof do you want?

Jake and all his things have
disappeared. Hardly the actions of an

He killed my son.

Ergo,

Stan must be released.

I assure you, we will catch Jake Hunt
for larceny of the Nightingale clock,

but... There is no but.

But it's been confirmed that the blood
on Mr Hoskins' handkerchief matches your

son's blood type. Therefore, I have no
option but to charge him with murder.

That is absurd!

And what about my clock?

This clock is to remain as evidence for
now.

There's no... Come on, Oswald, let's get
you home.

Thank you.

Perhaps you should know that Mr Hunt's
real name is Jakub Borinsky.

How do you... Never mind.

Good fellow. Background checks now.

Rightio, sir.

What do you think, Father?

I think that I would like another word
with Mr Hoskins.

Oswald Hartigan.

Said he gave his son a cheque.

None was found.

And I do not believe that young Lord
Hartigan was modified by money alone.

Everything comes back to the Nightingale
clerk.

He acquired it to lure you back into his
orbit.

A sort of apology.

Perhaps because he loves you.

I assure you, nothing you say will go
beyond these walls.

Quentin saw us that day.

I shouldn't have come.

No.

I wanted to tell you.

I made a mistake with Betty.

Oh, well.

Looks like I will have my inheritance
after all.

Enter into blackmail, you.

Yeah.

So, neither of us could kill anyone.

We met in Normandy.

We bonded over a love of timepieces and
the poetry of Wilfred Owen.

And you fell in love?

But nothing happened.

At least not till Lady Harriet passed.

And then he panicked. He refused to see
me.

The next I heard, he was married to his
maid.

What was that?

The clock was significant to you both.

We talked about it endlessly.

A Polish...

King Nile commissioned in the 18th
century for his new wife.

I never thought I'd see it in the flesh.

Polish.

No, I wish you hadn't bothered.

No. Put me right where I belong.

I don't believe that.

You know what we did.

I make no judgment.

Thank you, Father.

But... I'm giving up.

I think we both know.

I'm headed for the noose.

God hasn't given up on you.

And neither have I, for that matter.

I should have known it were all a lie.

You said I could do things with my life.

Well, all I'm good for is scrubbing
floors.

He was right.

You don't have to say that.

We will get your reading up to scratch
and that will open doors for you.

You really mean it.

It's the strangest thing, Father.

Mr Hartigan is remounting the unveiling
of the clock at 2pm today.

You are? Before it gets locked away as
evidence, apparently.

That is odd.

And to announce it in the press.

Well, I won't be there.

I packed that place in.

Then come as a guest this time.

You really think that's a good idea?

Group outing.

Splendid.

I'll get it.

St Mary's Presbytery.

I hope it's as entertaining as last
time.

Hello, Sergeant.

Lovely to see you, Chief Inspector.

Likewise, Mrs Devine.

I wasn't aware that you liked clocks.

Just this particular one.

I must say I'm surprised that you
released it. Only on a temporary basis,

Father. As a bait, perhaps, to catch a
thief.

I couldn't possibly say, Sergeant.

What happened to Miss Palmer?

That's ominous.

I'll go and look for her.

I thought you'd had enough of clocks.

I want this over and done with,
preferably without any fatalities this

I was surprised to read that the time of
the unveiling had been changed from 1pm

to 2pm.

Knowing Mr Hartigan's need for schedule
and order.

Between us, Father, Oswald's behaviour
is getting more erratic.

I would appreciate it if you would keep
an eye on him.

Of course.

Excuse me.

You having a nice time?

Have you been with Mr Hunt?

Um... Did you let him in?

We won't cause any trouble.

He promised.

He just wants the clock.

The fly calls in a web. I don't want to
hurt you.

What, like you hurt my son?

I'm taking my property now.

And you'll never see me again.

Your property?

Just like you, Jakob.

The clock has been renamed.

I presume it was stolen from your family
by the Nazis.

They took everything of value.

My parents just got me on the
Kindertransport before they were

I later found out they were sent to
Auschwitz.

I cannot imagine how distressing that
must have been.

When I finally tracked down the clock, I
discovered you'd bought it.

Taking pleasure in my family's
misfortune.

That was never my intention.

It's all I have left of them.

Did you kill Lord Hartigan?

I didn't even know he was there.

I put the clock in the dumbwaiter, sent
it downstairs and hid it.

Who killed my son?

Called us.

Where from?

I've no idea. I didn't type myself.

May I?

You didn't change the time of the
unveiling either, did you?

No, of course not.

Will you excuse me?

If I leave now, I may just be in time.

Only just made it in time.

How did you know?

It was you who changed the time of Ian
Bailey so he could catch the first of

only two trains from Kembleford today,
2pm.

The event, proposed by the police,
provided the perfect distraction for

escape.

You won't stop me from getting on this
train, brother.

I know why you're running.

Time's running out for you.

You will start to show soon.

Coal on Lord Hartigan's hand, odd in
summer.

And more coal on Mr Hartigan's tie.

I recall that some women have odd
cravings during pregnancy.

And for women who experience symptoms of
anemia, like your dizzy spell, again.

Paul.

I can't help it.

I imagine Lord Hartigan wasn't the proud
father to be.

I thought he loved me.

Oh, my God!

Oh, no!

What the hell have you got this for?

Um... I'm in the family way.

The whatty?

We have to leave, both of us, before it
becomes obvious.

No, no, no.

We'll just say it's father, so he'll
probably look like him.

Quinton, we've never even slept in the
same bed.

That makes perfect sense.

You married a homosexual.

I've just seen him and Stan cosying up.

What?

So blissfully naive.

You will have to get rid of it.

Never.

Do I really have to take matters into my
own hands?

What do you mean?

Well, sadly, accidents can happen so
easily.

Winston, no!

Betty, yes!

He was going to kill my baby.

Then it's self -defense.

Who's going to see it like that?

I was a maid and he was a lord.

If they don't hang me, they'll take away
my baby.

So why frame Mr.

Hoskins?

I just found out he'd been with my
husband.

Of course I don't want any harm to come
to stand.

Then do the right thing.

Repent. Save your immortal soul.

Be the role model your child needs.

Now let me get this straight.

Now you are giving him the clock.

The clock is Jake's.

It always was.

So you can uncuff me. I wasn't stealing
in the first place.

What is going on? One moment, please,
Chief Inspector.

You know... Know what?

Please, just be who you really are.

We're all running out of time.

We just realise when it's too late.

I have a confession to make.

Are you sure about this?

He loves me.

As do we.

We really do.

And I've seen how angry Jake can get.

He's had a hard life.

We both lost our parents and made
mistakes.

We're the same.

I'm not sure you are.

We didn't want you to be happy.

Then please, let me go.

I have somewhere to be.

Hear that, Father?

I can't hear anything.

For the first time in a long time, I can
hear myself think.

Which, if I'm honest, slightly terrifies
me.

Here he is, right on time.

Father, I can't thank you enough.

Oh, here.

Good news.

I have been a little lost without it.

Thank you.

I will leave you two to get
reacquainted.

I think there's a lot for us to catch up
on.

I'm still struggling with this.

Guarantee that I won't push her away
again.

There are no guarantees in life.

I'm willing to take that chance.

of feelings, eh?

I'll just be a minute.

He takes his tea with milk and two.

Not too hot.

You roll a Catherine, won't you? I
promise.

Won't be the same without you, though.

I miss you too.

And I just wanted to say, I've never had
a father, but you,

Father, are the closest thing I have
ever had.

It's an honour, Brenda.

Thank you for always believing in me.

We did it.

This beauty is going to put me back
where I belong.

That fair?

I was at the Hartigans once.

And after we've been to auction, I will
be again.

But, um... You said it was all you had
left of your family.

They'd want me to sell it.

So you lied to me?

So I'd let you in at the party?

I didn't tell you everything.

Does it really matter?

I think it does matter.

Well, I think you can forgive me.

This will set us both up.

We made a promise to each other.

Brenda! You're being ridiculous!

Let go of me! You're hurting me!

Sorry.

I never want to hurt you.

Well, it's too late for that.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

No.

So does this mean you're staying?

Just you try and get rid of me.

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