All language subtitles for 110_-_the_serpent_within

They're 20 minutes late, sir.

George Kavanagh's a burglar, Sergeant,
not a timekeeper.

He and his merry men will be along here
in a minute.

Was he really called Gorgeous George?

Ten years behind bars should have taken
the edge off Kavanagh's boyish charms.

Though not his appetite for crime, it
seems.

Oh, hey.

Uh -huh.

You all right, Debs?

You seem tense.

I'm fine.

Are you sure your source can be trusted,
sir?

Davenport.

He's one of the best informants I've
ever had.

Your inspector exams, Sergeant. Why
don't you get the results?

Any day now, sir.

Why?

Well, an inspector post may be about to
open up here in Kembleford, Sergeant.

How's that, sir?

Top brass have finally agreed to hear
the evidence against my venal boss.

I'm going to meet him at Scotland Yard
in two days' time.

As soon as I get that human toxin purged
from the force, I'll be back at my desk

in a heartbeat, leaving you in charge
here, hopefully.

You hear that?

I can, sir.

Let's go.

Don't believe everything you're told.

We've been set up, sir.

Davenport.

This is Oakley Manor, right?

No. It's Westfield House.

What?

Boy?

What?

We should get out of here.

Come on.

Don't worry, Davs.

I've just been at Oakley Manor.

All the cops have stayed out there.

Anyone know why?

That...

Silly

boy.

They've gone there. They've not there.

Oh, come on. Oh. Oh, hiya.

Good morning, ladies. Hello, Father.

Mrs D is teaching me how to forage. With
some success, it would seem. Is that

wild garlic?

It's sent from heaven.

Just in time for tonight's repast.

It's very thoughtful of you to invite
the Chief Inspector to dinner at the

presbytery. Oh, the idea of him spending
his birthday alone.

Why don't you just invite him to your
house?

Well, what would people say?

Well, the truth.

That you two clearly have the hot spree
together. Brenda, please.

What? It's not against the law.

Odd.

The Stephensons are away in Devon this
week, seeing their daughter.

Those time wipes are definitely fresh.

Looks like they've had unwelcome
visitors.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

A

burglar

kills a burglar.

But why kill one of your own?

Was it a quarrel?

Or an execution?

And why leave the body here when they
knew that you would find it?

How puzzling.

Or was it, perhaps, a warning?

Not that it's any of your business,
Father, but a victim was known to us.

His name was Davenport.

He was a crook.

It was also extremely brave.

This is the work of George Kavanagh.

And I will not rest until that man
swings.

Sergeant.

A pathetic low life, yes.

But I never had you down as a killer,
Kavanagh.

Shows how ten years can change a man.

I'm as harmless as I ever was, Sullivan.

Try again.

Harry Davenport.

He gave us chapter and verse about the
Highcliffe raid last week.

Told us how you'd blown the entire
proceed at a poker table the following

So some things never change.

This Harry must have quite the
imagination.

Because I've never heard of him.

He also told us about the raid you were
planning last night.

But you must have got suspicious about
Davenport.

So you fed him the wrong property name.

Once you found out about his betrayal,
you finished him off, didn't you? Last

night, I was tucked up early with my
eagle comic and a cocoa.

Though I have to say, if this bloke
really is a snake in the grass,

well, some might say he got what he
deserved.

We searched his house.

We searched his car.

We searched his lock -up.

All clean, sir.

So we've got nothing?

No, sir.

Well, I've had better birthdays, good
fellow.

I'm starving. Can't we just eat?

One more minute.

But why?

He's clearly not coming.

Chief Inspector's had a difficult day. I
know.

Coppers, eh?

Ruining things when they're there.

Ruining things when they're not there.

It's nine o 'clock.

We should eat.

Inspector Goodfellow, Camberford Police.

Oh, hello, Superintendent.

Oh, yes, sir, yeah, I have a black tie.
I'd be delighted to attend, sir.

Yeah.

Bye.

Sorry to interrupt, Sergeant.

Sorry, sir, I didn't hear you come in,
sir.

Allow me to introduce Sergeant Francis.

Very pleased to meet you, Sergeant
Goodfellow.

Likewise. Sergeant Francis has been sent
from London ahead of my impending

return. So, very prompt, sir.

Very sensible, Sergeant, given the
hearing is such a foregone conclusion,

Sergeant Francis here is somewhat of a
rising star, by all accounts. I don't

know about that, sir.

I hear you'll be taking over from the
Chief Inspector when he's gone,

If I pass my exams.

Another safe bet.

Which is why he's making himself so
comfortable.

At ease, Sergeant.

Now, I have a contact to meet, so while
I'm gone, if you could bring Sergeant

Francis up to speed.

Yes, sir.

Very good.

A grandfather's watch.

I don't suppose I could get a glass of
water, Sergeant?

Yeah, of course.

Where

did you

get

that?

In a drawer. I was just looking for
blotting paper.

Do you recognise it?

The ring matching that description was
stolen last week by a local gang.

So how did it end up in the chief
inspector's bag?

Oh, don't tell me you two have fallen
out already.

This was in your drawer, sir. Part of
the Highcliffe Hall.

Someone must have planted it.

Probably one of Kavanagh's men.

Oh, yes, I...

I can't see any other explanation for
it.

Forgive my forwardness, sir. I know I've
only just arrived.

But I assume you won't mind if we search
your property?

That will not be necessary.

No, it's all right, good fellow.

I have nothing to hide.

Be my guest.

My birthday yesterday, I treated myself.

Here, let me help you with that.

You don't mind, sir?

Just personal stuff.

Passport. Birth certificate.

That... None of that is mine.

Do you recognise any of this, Argent
Goodfellow?

I believe there may be items taken from
recent robberies in the area.

George Kevin had clearly planted all of
this. And the ring in my desk.

He's out for revenge.

Could I ask you to turn out your
pockets, Chief Inspector?

Yes, sir.

Will do, sir.

Thank you.

Well? London is sending over a senior
officer to take over the investigation

into the Chief Inspector.

That is completely unnecessary.

Meantime, Chief Inspector Sullivan.

I have been instructed to arrest you on
suspicion of receiving stolen goods.

What? You are not obliged to say
anything. Anything you do say may be

evidence.

Father.

The world turned upside down.

Yes.

I, uh... Updated Father Brown, sir. I
hope you don't mind.

For once, I'm quite happy to see him.

Found a couple of fingerprints on that
chest in your bedroom.

George Kavanagh's?

No, sir.

And I couldn't put a name to him.

Oh.

Thank you for trying, Sergeant.

Sir. Father.

About last night.

No need to apologise. We quite
understand.

I do not, for a moment, believe these
charges against you.

However, I am curious to understand your
apparent need for cash.

I am to be passing the pawnbrokers
earlier today.

There is an innocent explanation, albeit
an unhappy one.

A month ago, my parents returned from
the pub, their house in Woolwich.

It was on fire.

Faulty wiring, according to my Met
colleagues.

But they lost everything.

So you've been helping them get back on
their feet?

I've been pawning practically everything
I own of value and sending them the

money.

You are certain that it is George
Kavanagh that is framing you? Positive.

I just need to prove it.

Like I also need to prove that he
murdered Davenport.

And I need to be in London to testify
against my boss, all of which I can't do

while I'm stuck in here.

I cannot promise a solution.

However, we can make a start.

Why don't you tell me everything you
know about George Kavanagh?

The chief inspector is clearly innocent.

I don't know.

You spend that long around bent coppers.

Right. I'm joking.

Sullivan will be fine.

He'll do what people like him always do.

Pull a few strings and walk away.

I didn't see any optimism when I visited
him.

Oh, poor man.

He needs our help.

I'm going to prove he's been framed.

Ow.

I've no idea.

Fingerprints.

The fingerprints in the chief
inspector's bedroom.

If they're not George Kavanagh's, I bet
they're one of his gangs.

And if we can prove that, then it would
show that the chief inspector had been

framed. All right.

So all we've got to do is go and find
this gang and get the fingerprints from

him. Chief inspector?

Says that George Kavanagh is a poker
aficionado. He plays most nights and he

brings his friends with him.

But there can't be many places that you
can play poker every night.

Well, at Barstow, there was rumours of
this secret gambling den.

He'd move around the area to evade the
police.

We need friends in pretty low places to
be able to find that.

I understand the floating casino is in
Hambleston this week.

You look splendid, Miss Palmer.

I don't get why we have to dress up.

It's not like anyone in there is
actually going to recognise us. We can't

any chances.

We need to be totally unrecognisable.

I'm reviving my Adelaide from Guys and
Dolls.

She's funny, outspoken, stubborn, early
thirties.

Too much?

So, are you both happy with the plan?

You betcha. Maybe I'll lose the accent.

You think?

I will be there with my eyes peeled.

But I must ask you both to be careful.

Gorgeous George Kavanagh is an
extremely...

Dangerous man.

Maybe we should have a safe word.

Something we can say to let the others
know we're in danger.

Help.

All right.

Hercules.

Hercules it is.

It's going to be so much fun.

It can't be here. It looks empty.

Which is perfect for an illicit
residency.

Slightly quieter than usual.

See any gorgeous men?

Nothing special.

At least think about it, boss.

Don't beg, Kavanagh. It's demeaning.

Good luck.

Mr. Kavanagh?

Yes? My, my.

Even more handsome in real life than in
the papers.

I'm Adelaide.

Nice to meet you, Adelaide.

I'm Bess.

Hello, Bess.

So you two ladies looking to have some
fun?

Actually, we're looking for some help.

Boys?

This is Beth, and this is Adelaide. Hi.

They'd like a poker lesson.

We really want to learn.

Yeah, we even brought our own cards.

Make them a drink then, Crafty.

Why don't you have a seat, ladies?

Thank you.

Have we met before?

I don't think so, honey.

I don't drink.

Yes, you do, Beth.

Shall we play?

Okay, ladies, let's see what you've got.

A pair of kings for Beth.

I want a full house for Adelaide.

She would have cleared us out again,
boys.

My mum always told me, lucky in cards,
lucky in life.

Are you sure you don't want to join in?

Gambling is against my religion.

Kemble for players.

That's where I've seen you before.

Choosing guys and dolls.

I think you've got the wrong person,
honey.

No, no.

You were dressed just like that.

You sounded like that.

Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure you
were called Adelaide.

Maybe we should go and check on
Hercules. I think Hercules is fine,

Um, I am just going to go power to my
nerves.

Oh, my gosh.

Sorry. No problem.

What gives, Adelaide?

One of them recognized Mrs. Devine.

They're getting suspicious.

We need to get her out of there.

Thank you, ladies.

We haven't got the key.

Yeah, I know.

A friend taught me that in Boston.

I can't believe it actually worked.

I don't suppose they taught you how to
start the...

So they didn't teach her how to drive.

Sergeant Goodfellow has had a search
party out since last night. They may

her.

That's all my fault.

There's no way she would have exposed
herself to such a risk if I wasn't

up in here.

Have you any idea where George
Kavanagh's hideaway could be?

That man, he's...

Turned identifying empty properties into
an art form. He'll be camped out in

some basement while the owners are away.
But where is anyone's guess?

I established last night that Kavanagh
answers to a boss.

Did he get a name? No.

But he uses a stick.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

The senior officer from London.

He's arrived.

There's no way to address your superior
officer, Chief Inspector.

You're no one's superior, Alfred.

Asking God for miracles already, I see.

Leave us, Father.

Of course.

Now then, what a sorry turn of events
this is.

It all of a sudden makes complete sense.
Meaning?

George Kavanagh fitted me up with your
help.

All to stop me giving evidence against
you.

One night in a cell and madness has
already set in.

We found these in your desk at home.

You've wired over £200 in cash in the
past two weeks.

To my parents.

Every penny my own.

Stolen jewellery and cash.

We both know how bad this looks, don't
we, Sullivan?

Why don't you just come clean?

That's a risk coming from you. Don't you
think this pathetic vendetta has gone

on long enough?

Let Sergeant Francis know when you're
ready to confess.

You listen here.

Last night, your little chum, Kavanagh,
kidnapped a woman named Isabel Devine.

I demand that you tell him to let her
go.

She doesn't deserve to be caught up in
any of this.

Mad.

All right, let's try this again, shall
we?

Adelaide.

Who are you working for?

Right, Sergeant.

As I have just agreed with Sergeant
Francis, you have only one priority

and that is to get Chief Inspector
Sullivan to confess his sins.

With respect, sir, we still have Mrs
Devine's kidnap and the murder of Harry

Davenport to investigate.

With respect, Sergeant, if this woman
really has been kidnapped, then where's

the ransom note?

I think it's more likely that she's
evading the attentions of Chief

Sullivan, who appears rather soft on
her.

And this murder you allude to, criminal
scum, disposing of criminal scum, what

we refer to in the Met as a victimless
crime.

We have witnesses who can confirm Mrs
Devine's abduction.

And Harry Davenport was bravely
assisting us when he lost his life.

Your name again, please, Sergeant?

Goodfellow, sir.

I suggest Goodfellow.

that you try and live up to your name
and do as you're told.

Good morning.

I saw you.

Thick as thieves, the two of you.
Following orders from a senior officer

crime, Sergeant.

If you're stitching up the chief
inspector, then I'm sorry, but it is.

stitching anyone up. The chief inspector
is a decent, honest man, and nothing

you two can do or say will persuade me
otherwise.

I thought you were really good, by the
way.

Guys and dolls.

West End material.

I wouldn't say that lightly.

You know, I'm a very tough critic.

It's Jackson, isn't it?

That's right.

Well, Jackson, you're clearly a man at
ace.

Don't judge a book by its cover. That's
what I say.

Absolutely.

Events? It's about Chief Inspector
Sullivan.

About him? Chief Inspector Sullivan is
an honest, decent man.

He doesn't deserve what you both have
done to him, so I'm asking you to find

some compassion and tell the police he's
been framed.

You're in love with him, aren't you?

You're definitely in love with him.

What is it?

What's this thing with Gil?

I was expecting something a bit more...
conventional.

Well, I didn't expect a corrupt
policeman.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

I, uh, I just found out she's totally
smitten with the chief inspector.

Well, that seals you in.

This is Mrs Isabel Devine, and this
gentleman is

Sullivan's Achilles' heel.

Well, that's a bloody weight in gold to
you then, eh, sir?

So, about that new deal.

High -quality babysitting doesn't come
cheap these days.

Isn't that right, chaps?

Not now, George.

Not now, not now. So when?

You're pretty exposed here,
Superintendent.

We can make life very difficult.

Anyone else had enough of babysitting?

Where is she?

If you or anyone lays a finger on that
woman... Why don't you find her

Chief Inspector?

I'm giving you bail.

What do you want?

Superintendent Alford told me there were
rumours that the chief inspector was

corrupt. He got me assigned here to look
for evidence, which I found.

You probably planted the evidence
yourself.

No, Sergeant, I would never do that,
because I want to make the police force

cleaner. Forgive me if I find that a
little bit hard to believe.

Look, I looked up to the superintendent.

Trusted him.

But when he told us both not to
investigate the kidnap or the murder,

didn't feel right.

So I made some inquiries.

The fire at the chief inspector's
parents' house was investigated by a PC

Martha Boston.

So? I know WPC Boston.

She was accused of doctoring evidence a
year ago.

But she was let off with a caution by a
certain senior officer.

Superintendent Alfred.

So the copper who was investigating that
fire owed Alfred a favour.

Shh.

Oh,

what a surprise. Shut up.

Listen, you've got 30 minutes to
confess.

On what?

It's the last time you see her alive.

I'll give you a fish a minute for this.

Chief Inspector.

What's happened?

That's one of Cavanaugh's goons.

I've got till one o 'clock to confess to
receiving stolen goods.

Or they'll kill Isabel.

They drove her by in the car.

She made the sign of a cross.

Oh.

She must be petrified.

At least we know she's still alive.

Please tell me you made some headway
finding the hideout.

Where are you going?

To the station.

To confess.

Do you really believe Alford will let
her go?

That man needs to be stopped.

Justice must be done.

Yeah.

Arthur, for a copper.

You're not the worst of them, sir.

Don't hang yourself in.

What's that?

Gangster's dandruff.

Oh.

It's not dandruff. It's flour.

Oh.

What? The Jenkins mill.

And they're away.

You think that's where they keep a Mrs.
Devine?

She told you as much.

It's called White Cross Mail.

Ten minutes for a lover boy to fall in a
sword.

If you do let me go, how do you know I'm
not going to report what I've seen

here?

I'm, um, pretty confident.

You won't breathe a word.

Well,

come on then, you might as well tell me.

Which of you shot Davenport?

Come on.

Dead woman can tell no tale.

It was George.

But he was following orders.

One bad apple spoils the whole barrel.

Now what?

Break in.

Don't make a sound.

No, nothing's open.

Let's go around the other side.

Well done Brenda.

Nicely done, Father.

Isabel. Oh.

Is this the cavalry, Sullivan?

I'm so sorry.

My fault, not yours.

All right.

This is what's going to happen.

I'm going to walk out of here.

I'm going to get in my car and drive
away. And when I'm five miles away, I'm

going to let your sweetheart go.

It's not true.

He's going to kill me.

You're going to have to shoot all three
of us, Alfred, before you go anywhere.

And Sergeant Goodfellow's armed flying
squad is moments away.

It's the wrong way round.

Nice try, but I played the lead and had
to get your gun.

You can tell me, Isabel.

I want to rid the world of this poison.

No, Edgar.

That's not who you are.

Alan Alford, I'm arresting you for the
following offences.

For the murders of George Kavanagh and
Harry Davenport.

For conspiracy to commit burglary
throughout England.

And for conspiracy to pervert the course
of justice.

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

evidence.

They've just picked up Jackson and
Crafty, sir. They were driving at 60

Stroud. Good.

Good. Excellent.

Everything all right, Sergeant?

My inspector's exams.

I passed.

With distinction.

Well, well.

I never doubted it for a moment.

Well done, good fellow.

Thank you, sir.

I also have news.

London called.

They want me back at my desk tomorrow.

Congratulations, sir.

Which also means an inspector's post
here is vacant.

My glowing reference will get you the
job.

Thank you, sir. I don't know what to
say.

You'll make a great inspector, Sergeant
Goodfellow.

You must be relieved for going back to
London, Chief Inspector?

Um, yes, of course.

It's what I've been waiting for since I
got here.

Father.

How is Mrs Devine?

Tired. Shaken.

But mostly relieved.

Glad to hear it.

And you'll all be relieved to hear that
Kembleford will be finally shot of me

tomorrow. The Chief Inspector's got his
old job back, Father.

Kembleford's loss will be London's gain.

Chief Inspector.

May I invite you to spend your last
evening in Camberford at St Mary's

Presbytery?

Mrs Devine will be very keen to tell you
all her adventures.

And you cannot leave Camberford without
sampling her marvellous cooking.

I'd be delighted, Father.

That was truly delicious, Mrs Devine.
Could have used a bit more garlic,

No, it was perfect.

Thank you.

In fact, I'd like to thank all of you.

Father, for never questioning my
innocence and being so dogged in proving

Brenda, for, well, putting the past to
one side.

And, of course, Mrs Devine, for showing
such incredible bravery and

selflessness.

May I, Father?

Of course.

It's wonderful news, obviously, that
your path to London has finally been

cleared.

But it's fair to say you will leave
quite a gap here in Camberford.

We will all miss you.

Desperately.

To good friends.

Good friends.

Good friends.

Good friends.

Chief Inspector, what are you most
looking forward to about being back in

London?

Well... Can

I get back to you on that, Father?

Settling in nicely, I see.

I am, sir.

Good fellow.

Could I possibly have a word?

Chief Inspector?

Oh.

Aren't you supposed to be halfway to
London?

Yes, but I wanted to thank you for last
night's dinner. It was most convivial.

It was our pleasure.

And I'd like to return the favour by
inviting you all for dinner at my house.

Next weekend, here in Kembleford.

You're staying?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Why?

Well, Brenda, um...

Having slain the beast of Alfred, I find
the prospect of returning to chase down

corrupt police officers in the city
grime somehow less appealing.

And, um... Besides, Kemperford has,
well, some positives.

We'd be delighted to accept your
invitation.

Good.

Good.

Wonderful. Good day.

Oh, my goodness.

He's staying because of you?

Don't be daft, Brenda.

What? Tell her, Father.

Well, I can't speak for the Chief
Inspector.

But why on earth would anyone want to
leave Kempleford?

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