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Where are you going?

For a stroll with Brenda.

I asked you yesterday.

But the Archer's is on soon.

I can miss one.

Well, you didn't tell me where you were
going or when you'll be coming back.

I don't know.

Soon? It's a stroll.

Well, if you know you're coming back
soon, then you must have a destination

mind.

Please, Mum, don't embarrass me.

Hello, Lisa.

Hi, Mrs. Morris.

Stay out of trouble.

We will, Mum.

Bunk come to town.

Excuse me, how dare you?

Yes, thank you.

Ah!

Sergeant Goodfellow. I couldn't help but
notice that your hymn singing this

morning lacked your normal gusto.

It's this inspector's exam, Father.

Ah. In four weeks, you said?

More like four days.

I've got my dates mixed up. I've got no
time to revise.

Four days?

What will you do?

You'll be surprised how much you know.

Which is less than he should.

given that gang of ruffians still
haven't been chased out of the village.

They've not broken any laws, Mrs Morris.
Good day.

Are you talking about the turn -ups?

I've read all about them. Not to be
confused with a similar youth gang, the

Teddy Boy. Well, they're Vikings on
wheels.

Racing around, keeping us up all night.

Please, Father, if the police won't do
anything, perhaps you will?

Before our youth are corrupted?

Oh, Lisa!

What do you think?

Told you I could pull it off.

Lisa.

We're picking strawberries for dinner.

Please, ma 'am.

Well, keep clear of those hooligans.

I should meet our new guests.

Extend hand of friendship.

And watch it get slapped away.

I'll come too.

Any opportunity to meet fellow motoring
enthusiasts.

I'll just fetch my bag.

Oh, don't mind me.

Why do you have to wear that?

You'll get me in trouble with frail
commandant.

Do you know how much I paid for this?

I'm never taking it off.

There.

How do I look?

Um, a bit smudged.

Don't. It's not my fault.

Mum won't let me have any of this.

Are you sure you want to do all this for
Billy?

He talks like he's a cowboy or
something.

Maybe it's for me.

I've met a lot of wrong -uns like him.
Lucky you.

You have all these wild stories. What do
I have?

Sewing club with Mum.

Today, it's my turn.

Good?

Stunner.

Bum -bee -do -bee -do -bee -bum. I'll be
doing a tiny no -time and you'll be

eating my dust.

That's why you're a bastard. Boy, hands
off, magpie.

Only I touch my baby.

It's the one rule, all right?

I thought Rebel Riders didn't follow
rules.

Yeah, well, you'll follow this one if
you know it's good for you.

Hey, keep it coming, Denny. What you
are, Billy?

Cola.

If they see me, they'll tell Mum.

Where are you going? What are you two
doing here?

We thought we'd come and say hello to
Kemperford's new guests.

Welcome, Father.

Sorry I missed Mass again. Busy time.

Of course.

Oh, Father Brown, Billy Turner.

Billy is our parish priest. And I'm Mrs
Devine, parish secretary and fellow hot

rod.

Are you serious?

In that thing?

So what brings you to Camberford, Mr
Turner?

Good question.

We live free, Father.

We go where we want.

Sleep beneath the stars.

And your locals seem friendly.

Does that mean you'll be moving on soon?

Don't crease your cassock. We leave
tomorrow.

So soon? Where are those burgers at,
mate?

I need to talk to you. Later, all right?
All these interruptions.

You really know how to treat your girls
right, don't you? Yeah, I sure do.

Here.

Have a drink on me, priest.

Enjoy the races.

Oh, what kind?

Record racing.

You heard of that?

You put a song in the jukebox, you drive
solo around the circuit and you have to

get back before the music stops. Sounds
like musical chairs.

Except you're doing 70 -round country
bends.

Sounds dangerous.

Yeah, Billy, it's dangerous. Oh, shut
up, you. How would you know?

You've been too chicken to race for
weeks.

You should stick around.

I'm going to beat my best time.

I believe you visited St Mary's earlier.

Care about your flock. Get your lost
sheep away from us.

As fast as possible.

To you, Father.

Please.

How have you found our village guests?

They're ragged around the edges, but
they're good kids.

And they spend like there's no tomorrow.

Hello, Lance. Good to see you. Thank
you, Father.

I dropped another one. Sorry.

Another burger. Oh, Lance.

The floor doesn't pay for them.

Well, the ton -upper's after hours.

Well, don't worry.

You help me from a dark place, Father.
I'm never going back.

Have you heard from your family
recently?

Well, Katie writes on occasion.

She's training to be a nurse, bless her.

My wife.

Who could blame her after the way I
treat them?

You've come a long way since those days.

My door is always open. Thank you,
Father.

There's your cover, and there'll be
tubs.

I'll get you changed.

Oh, dear.

Probably that got confused again.

No doubt there's cash in the cutlery
drawer.

Here, have this on me.

Thank you.

My uncle had a silver streak. It
really...

Have you seen my daughter?

Lisa, I can't see her right now.

Mrs. Morris, it's difficult age.

My son and I had some run -ins, I can
tell you. Lisa and I are inseparable.

But it's natural for the young to spread
their wings. There's plenty of time for

that. She's 19, isn't she?

Would you mind watching my gardening
tools?

I don't want them stolen by this rabble.

Lisa? How can you say that?

Here come the war words.

Lisa!

I knew it!

Sneaking behind my back!

Are you all right? Leave me alone,
Lance!

She's a sweet girl.

One for the robe, yeah?

Here.

Why's your village full of so many
crackpots, huh?

Do you like too many cousins marrying,
or what?

Would explain a few things for you,
though, wouldn't it?

Is it your best comeback?

If you're the best thing that Kemper can
offer a girl, no wonder why Lisa wants

a real man.

Gentlemen,

please!

I suggest you both take a moment and
calm down.

Go and cool down.

He's a customer, go!

You've got to come in!

Who's up for some racing, Teddy?

Yeah, my son, Maestro.

Very exciting.

Mr Turner certainly knows how to create
a drama, but he's assured me they're

leaving tomorrow, which I can't help but
feel is a blessing.

What do you say to that girl?

Huh? What do you say to that girl?

You want to say something, do you?

Go on, hit me.

Anything that wakes you up.

Really big shot never learns. Yeah, at
least I'm not a sad sack loser.

Every girl wants me.

Can't blame them, though, can you?

Music?

Ride or die, boys.

Yeah? Come on.

Let's see if you like being a loser for
once.

That's all right.

Go on, keep going.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

If I could take you up in paradise up
above, if you would tell me I'm the only

one that you love, life could be a
dream, sweetheart.

In the instance of murder, the duty
inspectors are responsible for the

preservation of the crime scene.

Well, you've quite finished revising,
Sergeant.

What a grisly way to go.

This wire must have been put up
recently.

It wasn't an hour ago I drove this way.

Oi, found something. They took the
barbed wire from here. Look, the top

gone. Is this what you call preserving
the crime scene, Sergeant?

Technically, they were witnesses. They
were here before us.

Well,

the killer could have been lying in
wait.

This race started at a specific time.

Not really.

Everyone knew Billy was going to race.
He raced every day.

The cafe's over a mile away.

How did the killer get here so fast?

Perhaps they had an accomplice.

Or perhaps not.

Inspector, would you indulge me for a
moment, please?

I don't really have time for a country
stroll, Father.

Miss Palmer, are you familiar with the
song that was playing during Roger's

fatal race?

It's only my favourite.

Would you be so kind as to serenade us
with it? Well, I know it too.

I'm not some fuddy -duddy yet, you know.
Perish the thought.

Right.

Go. Oh, life would be a dream. Join in
if you know the words, Chief Inspector.

Thank you, ladies.

We're only halfway through.

Exactly.

Yet here we are, where the race started.

The cafe backed onto a shortcut to the
race road.

I suspect the moment the song started,
the killer ran across the field, cut the

wire and set their trap.

Escaping once the deed was done.

Which means that the killer was at the
cafe and that Roger Norton was not the

intended victim.

And you know that because... Because it
was Billy Turner's turn to race.

which means you may still be in danger.
Yeah, well, we take care of our own

business.

Might help if you can tell us anyone who
may wish you dead.

Might be easier asking who didn't.

Miss Palmer.

Where have you been?

Got my hand cleaned up.

Heard one of them died?

Yes, Roger Norton.

That's your man right there.

He attacks me and then says I'll get
mine and then vanishes.

He's lying.

I didn't kill Roger. Ask the priest.

He was there, weren't you?

Is this true, Father?

Did Mr South attack and threaten Mr
Turner here?

Technically. And he was goaded.

But I didn't do it, Father.

The killer used barbed wire.

That can leave scratches.

Billy tricked me. I fell on broken
glass. Now who's lying?

You kill my mate and I'll string him up
before I do something.

Lance South.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
murder. You're not obliged to say

but anything you say may be given in
evidence. Thank you.

Father, please.

Father, I know I lost my temper, but I'd
never... Billy Turner tormented you.

But it was the mention of Lisa Morris's
name that incited you to violence.

How long have you been in love with her?

I just can't tell her.

Every day for the last three years, I'm

me and she's, you know.

And then Billy runs in and ruins
everything.

Unfortunately, that is a compelling
motive for murder.

Lance, did you happen to see anyone else
clash with Billy Turner this morning?

I suppose I did believe that.

Take me with you when you leave.

We can be together.

Listen, sweetheart, you're just a little
girl without your mum's lippy, all

right?

In what world would I want you tagging
along with me?

How can you say that? Oh, you can't know
what it was.

Are you all right?

And he broke her heart.

You see?

Why would I kill him?

Billy turned Lisa down and she stays
here.

Yes.

Why kill him when you knew he'd be gone
by tomorrow?

One more thing, Father.

Keep Lisa safe.

Please, she's... She's not in her right
mind around Billy.

Lisa's the first friend I made here.

She's a killer.

And Winston Churchill.

Oh. I wasn't too sexy, Father.

I take it you've heard what's happened.

No -one deserves to die like that.

But you hated him.

Who could blame me?

You of all people know why, Father.

Indeed.

Might I ask where you went after your
daughter fled the cafe?

To find her, of course.

Then, empty -handed, I returned home.

I never even spoke to the deceased.

Would it be possible to have a word with
your daughter?

Is that necessary?

I don't believe Lance South is
responsible for this crime, and any

Morris could shed would be invaluable.

Lisa!

It may seem a little harsh, keeping her
indoors, but it's for her own good.

Mrs Morris, would it be possible to
speak to Elisa alone?

Please.

If you insist, Father.

Mum says I can't leave the house till
Billy's gone.

I'd rather be in Barstow.

Seems overly protective.

Please, sir.

We know about your plan to run off with
Billy.

It's all right.

We just want to know where you went
after the cafe.

Back home.

Once they brought up the courage to face
Mum.

Can anyone confirm that?

No.

Why?

We're aware that Billy Turner did not
let you down easily.

You think I... I could never hurt him.
That's what I said.

But...

You were around Billy a lot.

Maybe you saw something.

Because now's the time to say it.

Don't judge Billy for this, okay?

I saw him stealing from Denny and giving
him a hard time.

He threatened Mr.

Beaton. He picked the right charmer.

How do you think he survives on the
road?

He looks out for his gang.

And I should be with him.

But he didn't want me because I'm a
stupid little girl.

I think that's quite enough for now,
don't you?

Morning, Mrs Innes.

Good morning.

And we ain't going nowhere till we get
justice for our fallen brother.

Who are you watching?

I came to see how you are and not help
you escape.

Just check the case is clear, will you?

wardrobe. Just a little gift for Billy.

Why? He turned you down for that.

He was wrong.

And I've got a plan to make him regret
it.

I need your help, Bren, please.

I thought I was supposed to be the bad
influence on you.

Are you my friend or not?

Diocese expects this by Tuesday.

Possibly last Tuesday.

Ah.

I will deal with it on my return from
speaking to Mr. Beaton.

He thinks that Billy Turner wasn't the
profitable customer he appeared to be.

You won't have to go far.

How fortuitous.

I was just on my way to see you.

Well, I had to take a moment for Roger.

And poor Lance.

Ah, Lance.

I know one misdemeanor he's innocent of.

The money from your till wasn't mislaid,
was it?

Hmm.

I know how it looks.

Why didn't you tell the police what
Billy was up to?

Well, the Lord knows I've done worse
things than Billy in my life.

There's good in him.

I thought I could help the way you
helped me.

A noble intent.

I know what you're thinking, Father.

I don't blame you.

But I didn't do it.

But it was you who suggested that Billy
raced.

Well, I wanted to defuse the tense
situation.

If I'd left it, might Roger still be
with us?

I wish I'd got to know him better.

He seemed a troubled soul.

Don't blame yourself.

Roger was in a dark place.

Lance got to know him a bit and said he
was kind, but...

All I saw was despair.

Roger loved the life.

And he always put us first, no matter
what.

To Roger. Roger.

Billy.

Come down.

Borrowed your mommy's heels, did you?

Maybe try sitting, yeah?

Is that good, you two -shoes?

Don't embarrass me. You're doing fine
there yourselves.

Oh, Billy, you're so funny.

You're jealous.

Because I'm the cool one, now you're the
mouse.

They're laughing at you.

Please, come on, let's just go. Yeah?

Laugh a bit.

you played enough you could have been
killed i told you no one touches my bike

wasn't listening

Mr Beedon said you got to know Roger
Norton and that you thought him a kind

He was different from the rest.

He lit a memorial candle in St Mary's.
Do you know why?

Well, he did say something when he got
talking about Billy's ways.

What did he say?

That he was head over heels for some
girl he met in Gloucester.

But she only had eyes for Billy.

One night, Billy took her for a ride.

They'd been drinking.

Roger tried to stop them, but... She
died.

He felt guilty about her.

Never lived as he just deserved.

I won't, neither.

No.

God is with you.

And I will find out who is responsible.

Elvis for the larceny at 1916.

How's the revision going, Sergeant?

Hopeless. Truth be told, I'm thinking of
pulling out with the exam.

I'm just not ready.

I had a similar wobble during my
seminary days, wondering whether I was

of my calling.

How did you manage it?

I focused on the reasons why I was
there.

Helping people and bringing them closer
to God.

And in fact, I need your help.

Can you see if the deceased Roger Norton
was linked to a recent suspicious death

near Gloucester?

Leave it with me.

My home's been vandalised.

Those leather -clad louts.

No -one's safe.

I'm so sorry to hear that, Mrs Morris.

Are you certain it was the turn -ups?
Who else?

I won't forget the sound of their
engines pulling up.

I hid as they smashed my windows in.

It's heartbreaking, it really is.
Something has to be done.

You want results, madam?

I'll get you some.

And I'll be letting the whole village
know what happened.

It seems that a killer still at large is
not our only concern.

Emotions are running high.

They'll be out with torches and
pitchforks soon. What do we do?

Lisa?

Lisa, maybe we should go?

Fine, you do your mum.

What are you two doing here? I really
don't know. He's got one of those looks

about him.

Easy, boys.

I don't think the priest is out to get
me just yet.

Mr Turner, I'm here to ask for patience.

The murderer will be found.

But until then, we can't allow this to
escalate any further.

Did you hear that, boys?

Our brother's dead and we need patience.

Let's settle this on your terms.

I challenge you to a race today.

That's not wise, Father.

Start at the church, left -hand circuit
round the village, 5pm. And if I

prevail, the pun -ups will leave
Kembleford.

Are you serious?

All right.

And when I win, I want your collection
played this Sunday.

Father, we can't.

We won't have to.

Go.

Raised in a priest, eh?

Looks like dinner's on the Pope, boys.
Billy, please don't do this.

Are you with me or them?

Actually, she's coming with us.

Lisa Morris, I'm arresting your
suspicion of causing criminal damage to

mother's property.

You're not obliged to say anything, but
anything you do say may be given in

evidence. What?

I have witnesses who saw you riding a
motorcycle alone near your home at the

time of the attack.

As I understand it, all the other turn
-ups were here. Billy?

Nothing to do with me. Why would she
bash her own house up?

Neighbours say she and Mrs Morris have
had terrible rows of late.

And Mrs Morris's dislike of Billy is on
record.

Please, where are you now? I weren't
involved, officer, all right?

Come on.

This way.

Come on.

Wait till Mrs Morris says about this.

We're missing a piece of the puzzle.

We know that Roger Morton lost someone
important to him. I really can.

And he came here to mourn, which means
the object of his affection had a

connection with Kembleford.

Then Lisa sacked me off for an hairdo on
wheels.

I understand your anger, but perhaps now
is the time that Lisa needs you most.

How come I've always got to be the
bigger person?

Hello, Father.

Come to see the havoc wrought.

Kempleford's up in arms.

Which is exactly what you wanted.

Sorry? And so am I.

The glass is outside.

If your windows had been broken from the
road, it would have been on the inside.

I cleaned it up.

Not well enough.

May I?

Except wood and paint.

I'm sorry you had to act with such
desperation.

You sabotaged your own home.

It was your intention to have Billy
Turner run out of the village. Was it

your intention to kill him? No.

I only wanted to prove that turn -ups
are bad news.

They weren't the one who got blamed.

It was Lisa. Nonsense.

Your daughter has been arrested for this
crime. Your crime.

No.

I was only trying to protect her.

It is a mother's instinct.

You need to tell the truth.

I'll go and see Chief Inspector Sullivan
right away. Not just the police.

Your daughter needs to know the truth.

Father, I can't.

And you will end up causing exactly what
you have fought so hard to stop.

You're free to go, Miss Morris.

Darling, don't.

You ruined our home to get me away from
Billy.

Well, I wanted Billy to get me away from
you. Let me play.

What have I done?

So I made a few calls.

And no criminal charges.

But I kept digging.

Found out that Roger and Billy were both
named in a road traffic accident report

involving a young woman.

Did you find out her name?

She was never identified.

And the turn -ups, well, they refused to
cooperate.

All they found on the body was two
shillings, some cigarettes and a nurse's

So not much to go on.

No.

That is excellent, Sergeant.

No inspector could have done better.
Thank you.

Thank you, Father.

I think.

Father, the time. You're going to be
late for the race.

All right.

Go on.

They'll be here.

Preach rules. You said race at five.

What's going on?

Well, get out of the way! What do you
think I'm doing?

Wait!

You planned this, didn't you?

The race is over. You're in danger. I
won't fall for your dirty tricks.

I think the killer's up ahead.

I never lose a race.

Murder disguised as an accident.

Is this your idea of a poetic death, Mr.
Beaton?

You're not supposed to be here.

You blame Billy for your daughter's
death.

How?

Even I didn't know she was gone, not
until the tun -ups came to the village.

The nurse's pin on Katie's body. You
said she wanted to be a nurse.

Her last letter.

Yes.

She rebelled, much like Lisa.

After her death, Roger came to
Kembleford bearing his burden of sorrow.

I take it he shared his grief with you
and you turned yours to vengeance.

I knew she'd been missing for months.

I couldn't tell anyone, not even you,
for the shame of it.

But I had hoped she'd come home.

Then Roger got drunk one night.

He got to talking about this girl,
Katie.

He didn't know I was her dad.

So I sat there, and I listened, and I
realized that

this poor little girl had been abandoned
by a family who died far from home.

It was my little girl.

You knew they'd be racing the next day.

So you went out and prepared the barbed
wire.

So that when it was Billy's turn to
race, you had time to take the shortcut,

your trap, and get back to the cafe
before the music stopped. But you didn't

know that Roger had taken Billy's place.
The wrong person got punished. I won't

miss a second time. Revenge is not the
answer.

Billy Turner.

needs to atone for his sins, and so do
you. And then, please God, you will see

your daughter in heaven. She should be
here.

I chased her away with my thing, chased
her to her death. It's too late.

Are you crazy?

You could have been killed.

He's never going to win.

Oh, you have little faith.

arrange Rick Farmer Dillon to make a
special delivery at 5pm. His punctuality

saved the day.

Someone mind telling me what's going on?

I can, Chief Inspector.

I killed that boy.

And I'm going to regret it for the rest
of my days.

Sergeant.

Mr. Beaton, I'm arresting you for the
murder of Roger Norton.

You're not obliged to say anything, but
anything you do say may be given in

evidence. This way, sir.

I have to thank you, Father.

You're not normally so approbatory of my
involvement, Chief Inspector.

Yes.

But on this occasion, I had an eight
-sling bet you'd win the race.

There's one thing I've learned.

Never underestimate Father Brown.

There he is.

A free man.

I just wish Denny were the two.

What will happen to him?

I'm hoping they'll take what happened to
Katie into account.

But in the meantime, you might as well
get back to work.

Thanks, Vance.

For caring.

The cafe's always going to be open to
you.

Any time you need it.

Because...

You know, the cafe really likes you.

I like the cafe too.

A reason to stay, eh?

Sorry, all right?

It's Mum I want to get away from, not
you.

I feel trapped.

Try telling her that.

It won't work.

Try.

I'd give anything to have a mum fighting
over boys and curfews.

You have that?

Is that right?

Yes.

Usually followed by a prayer.

I don't do that.

What would you say to Katie and Roger if
you could?

Well, they can't hear me. They're dead.

Perhaps they can.

Certainly God is listening.

No offence, priest, but I'm gone, all
right?

This village of yours is too rough.

Then I will pray for them.

And for you.

I'd say I'm sorry.

You won't let me grow up. I wish you
could understand.

I do.

I was you, Lisa.

I felt trapped.

I rebelled.

I met a boy from out of town.

Nine months later, I had you.

What?

Your father didn't die in the war.

Or maybe he did, I have no idea. I
didn't even know his last name.

No. Please.

Despite the shame and the hardships,
know that I wouldn't

change a thing.

I love you.

I just didn't want you making my
mistakes.

I was wrong to hold you back.

Wherever you want to go, let me help you
get there.

How about home?

It's going to be quieter now they've
gone, Father.

Which is a blessing, because I must get
to my exam.

Recollect, Sarge.

Yes, good luck. And thank you.

Roger Norton's murder couldn't have been
solved without you.

All in a day's work, Father.

He looks like he's passed already.

What do you think?

Hmm? I think I might get one.

A pair of tan -up dollies.

That's it.

I'm taking it back.

This is divine.

No, I'm keeping it. Add it over.

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