All language subtitles for 115 - The Father, the Son

Oh, Father, there you are.

Oh.

What are these?

They're savory.

Savory scones. I added rosemary, thyme,
and a sprinkle of chili.

Chili? Try them on, Father. You'll be
surprised how good they are.

It's yummy, Father.

Go on.

Aren't you supposed to be conducting a
funeral?

For whom?

Ladies, good to see you again.

Are you in another scrape?

Do you need our help?

That's yet to be determined.

Who's died?

Mrs. Devine.

I never had the chance to thank you for
lending me your Hercules.

Oh, you're very welcome.

You can use them any time.

Much as I'm enjoying the suspense, would
you mind explaining why you're here?

I received what I now believe to be a
message designed to lure me here.

Obituaries.

Gabriel Hawksworth.

Died from natural causes on June 5th.

Funeral to be held at St Mary's Church,
Camberford on Tuesday, June 15th at

12pm.

You don't have any funerals on your
schedule today, Father.

That's now.

Do you know the dead bloke?

No. But I assume you do.

I know the name.

Who is he?

You're not going to shoot your old man,
are you, Chip?

You place the obituary.

How else was I supposed to get you here?

Father Brown.

I've read a lot about you, Father.

Seems like every time one of my son's
exploits hits the press, you're involved

somehow.

Indeed.

Merely doing my best to keep him out of
trouble.

Mr... Hawksworth?

Gabriel Hawksworth.

Sort of a nom de plume. Would you get to
the point?

You wouldn't have orchestrated this ruse
unless you wanted something. Maybe I

just wanted to see my son.

After what?

20 years?

Wait another 20.

Maybe then we'll talk. Don't be like
that, Chip.

Don't call me that.

You'll always be a chip off the old
block to me.

Please continue, Mr Hawksworth. Stay out
of this, Father.

For your own sake.

You're right.

I need your help.

What is it now?

Gambling debt?

Low -life criminals on your back.

It's not for me. It's for a young mother
and her child.

Is there somewhere more private we could
talk, Father?

Indeed.

Ever heard of Drake Underwood?

Gangster. Thug.

Friend of yours?

Not anymore.

I left that life behind a year ago.

Make a bit of money selling pocket
Bibles now.

So you found God.

This just gets better and better.

Frambo.

My last job was for Drake.

Museum robbery.

He wanted this gold trinket for his
private collection.

Crown of thorns, it was.

Diamond -encrusted.

Belonged to some pope in 15... The
Jubilee Crown.

Commissioned by Pope Alexander VI in
1500.

If memory serves, it was on loan to the
museum.

And no doubt the Vatican will be pleased
at its return.

What happened?

Drake put his son in charge.

Luther.

Mean -spirited little so -and -so.

It was my job to watch the security
guard. I have a wife and a child. Just

do anything stupid and everything will
be all right.

Luther! Hurry up!

It'll be daylight soon.

We're all done.

Now, shoot him.

What? You said no one would get hurt.

That's before you said my name. He
hasn't seen our faces, has he?

He's seen yours.

Now shoot him.

I have a wife and a baby boy. This is
right. Shoot him, or I'll kill you both.

You're a good man.

I can tell you're a good man. Please
don't do this.

I have a wife and a child.

Oh, for God's sake.

His name was Elliot Tucker.

22 years old.

I might not have pulled the trigger, but
I as good as got him killed.

And now you're seeking atonement.

Nothing from right that wrong.

But I want to help his widow.

By stealing back the crown.

I'll sell it on the black market, give
her the money. I've already arranged a

buyer and I've... I've worked out a
plan. A man like Drake Underwood must

in a fortress.

That's why I need your help.

I know I've no right to ask, but don't
do it for me.

Do it for her. Do it for her, baby boy.

This isn't about them.

It's about your fear of God's judgment.

Can't it be both?

Yes. The answer's still no.

I'm doing it with or without you. That
sounds like suicide.

And a fighting chance, if we do it
together. When did you ever turn down a

fighting chance?

I'm not turning down a fighting chance.

I'm turning down a lost cause.

Ladies?

We were just coming to make things for
everyone.

Thank you.

You told me your father was shot for
desertion.

He was a deserter.

Then why say he was executed?

He was dead to me from the moment he
fled.

What happened?

I'm not one of your parishioners in need
of counsel, Father.

I suspect that only the first part of
that sentence is true.

You want my sub -story?

Fine.

I was 14 years old.

I idolized him, thought he was a hero.

Then three days after he was sent to the
Western Front, he fled his post, went

on the run, abandoning his wife and son.

I'm so sorry. I'm not.

If that's the kind of man he was, I was
better off without him.

So was my mother.

Even if it did break our hearts at the
time.

Years later, after I started to make a
name for myself, he showed up.

Made a fumbling attempt at an apology.

and tried to persuade me to join him in
an art robbery.

Needless to say, I made it clear I never
wanted to see him again.

So you don't believe his story?

Not for a second.

He'll sell the crown and run off with
the proceeds.

But if it is true, then for once it is
in a good cause.

And good causes can do wonders for the
soul.

My soul's too late for saving, Father.

But thanks for the thought.

You know I don't believe that.

If Flambeau won't help you, then maybe
we could do something.

Not breaking into the house of some
violent gangster.

Well, we don't have to do the robbery.

We could be your lookout or something.

I appreciate the offer, but without
ship, I'm...

I'd like to have a moment with Mr
Hawksworth alone.

I can imagine what he's been telling you
about me.

And what do you imagine?

That I abandoned him and his mother as a
lad.

Which is true.

But there's more to it than what he
knows.

Well, I'm here if you want to talk.

You're in pain.

Indigestion.

Something you want to tell me?

No.

What else does Drake have in his
collection?

I don't know half the way you do, but I
know there's a fortune in there.

Then I'll make you a deal.

Let me have the crown, and you can have
the fortune for the widow.

It has to be the crown.

Why? Because it's just. I feel duty
-bound to point out to you both.

The Jubilee Crown belongs to neither of
you.

It's money.

She won't care where it comes from as
long as it puts a roof over her head and

feeds her child.

Yes or no?

See you in another twenty.

All right.

Why am I on getaway again?

You're good at it. If anyone can drive a
car, I want to leave.

How many times do we have to have this
conversation?

You used to let me all the time. Until
you got sloppy, impulsive, trigger

I need cool heads.

Something you haven't got, son.

Yeah, what?

Sir, someone to see you.

Long time.

I thought you were dead.

Or in the nick.

Just out of the game.

Out of the game?

You?

So it's a social visit, is it?

Partly.

Partly?

You want back in?

I need the money.

Luther!

He decrepit old codger!

Show some respect.

Come on.

Eden.

This is so exciting.

We really shouldn't be doing this.

We're perfectly safe, Father. We're
barely involved.

Kurt is clear.

That last job, the one you done for me,
that's what did it for you?

I suppose you could say that.

It was my idiot son's fault.

He should never have pulled off your
balaclava, but after that, what choice

there?

Well, your conscience is clear.

If that's what's kept you out of the
game, in my opinion, you should just

right back in. So you got something for
me?

Might be.

Bullion rate, three weeks from now.

Could use an extra man, someone I could
trust.

I'm all yours.

All right, then.

Mind if I get some air?

Be my guest.

Second thought, going to pop to the loo
first.

Every half hour these days.

I'm looking for the facilities.

Second on the right.

Right ear scratched.

Your arm's off.

You know why I wanted it?

Because to get anywhere in this life,
get to the top,

there's always blood.

Can't avoid it.

And that kid who got killed, well, that
just

proves it, doesn't it?

It's like his death just makes that
crown I've got in there.

More beautiful, more valuable, gives it
meaning, makes it more...

I don't know, I'm not a poet, but it's
like... In some

divine way, his life was a price worth
paying.

You know what, let's... Let's have a
toast to it.

To what?

The crown.

Got a bottle of the good stuff in the
gallery.

Here, Mum.

Stop or I'll shoot you dead.

This isn't what it looks like. You've
got five seconds to tell me who you are.

I think that was a gunshot.

It was.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Out the back.

Go straight to the police station and
tell Chief Inspector Sullivan

We're not leaving you here.

We don't have a choice. Come on.

There's no time Come

on

I don't understand why they're not
following us.

Ah.

I may have had something to do with
that.

Contact headquarters.

Tell them to recirculate details of
Flambeau and his father and have armed

officers on standby.

And their visit to Mr. Underwood's
residence.

Place these two in custody.

What? You what?

Accessories to a robbery.

Assisting a known criminal. Edgar, I'm
so sorry.

Do you remember how Flambeau humiliated
me the last time he was here? How he

cost me everything?

Ruined my chances of getting back to
Scotland Yard?

But if you had, then we wouldn't have...
Well, yes, obviously I'm

very happy with the way things have
turned out between us, but that man made

look like a fool.

And you just helped him commit a
robbery.

That's not something you just say sorry
for.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sergeant, arrest him and place him in
the cell. You two with me.

Escaped! You stupid, incompetent...
Thank God

your mother, bless her soul, isn't here
to see what a useless man her son...

Turn that to me!

They didn't get away with the loot.

We got it back.

Everything except the crown.

That's what he came for.

Boss, the cops are here.

Hide everything in the safe.

What's the meaning of this?

We have reason to believe that you are
the victim of a robbery, Mr Underwood.

You're mistaken. My security is
watertight.

Then what happened to your head?

Fell over.

And the gunshot was heard from your
premises?

I heard that too. It didn't come from
here, though. Probably a car backfiring

something.

I know you're lying.

I have witnesses.

Witnesses?

Oh, and, uh...

Search warrant for your princess.

Couldn't get a warrant that quickly.

Given the identity of your thief, a man
wanted by Scotland Yard, Interpol and a

dozen or so other crime agencies, all I
had to do was say his name.

Care to change your story?

What is his name?

Look.

Quick, get it?

I'm supposed to be meeting the buyer in
an hour in wedlock. He won't wait.

We had an agreement.

The Crown's mine.

I can't leave her with nothing.

So you want to walk out on our deal?

Just like you walk out on everything.

Wedlock's over ten miles away.

With who knows how many police and
roadblocks in between.

Then I'll just give her the crown now,
before we get caught.

She's not far from here.

And how's she supposed to sell it?

I'll find a new buyer.

From behind bars, if that's how it winds
up.

Perhaps there is another way.

What are you talking about? It is likely
that the Vatican will pay a reward for

its return.

I'm sure I can get an awful lot more
than they could offer.

Hercule, please. Oh, Father, stop him.
What is this really about?

The underlinings in your Bible are all
about punishments by death. Hercule!

I'm on my knees.

Is that what you want?

I know I was a bad father and a bad
husband.

Now, go on.

Let's hear it.

Your confession.

Father, want to participate?

There was a reason I ran.

Cowardice. A reason you don't know
about.

A lad in my regiment.

We were close.

More than just close.

More than just friends.

Finney was his name.

We were barely out of basic training
when we were sent to the front.

Scared out of our wits.

But I was less terrified of dying than I
was of losing him.

Which I did.

When he got shot right in front of me.

I fell apart.

Broke down in front of my lieutenant.

He worked it out, had me arrested up for
court -martial, so I ran.

From the army, from the police, from...

From your mother.

I couldn't face any of it.

But especially not you.

The way you looked up to me back then,
I... I couldn't have you knowing that

your father was... I'd rather you just
thought I was a coward.

I wouldn't have cared.

But you do know what your precious
little book says about men of your

persuasion.

It also says that God loves those that
love him.

Proverbs 8, 17.

It would appear that you have a decision
to make.

What was it you said about good courses,
Father?

That they are good for the soul.

Where does she live?

I've got her address in my notebook.
Thank you.

Hercule.

Thank you.

What is it?

My notebook.

They took off that way, jumped in a car
and sped off.

What was stolen?

Various items of value I have acquired
over the years.

Required? All above board.

Including the Jubilee Crown?

Jubilee Crown, what's that?

According to my sources, you have
Flambeau's father steal it for you.

Don't know where you're getting your
information from, Chief Inspector.

I'm a law -abiding citizen.

Sir!

Low blocks have been set up within a 30
-mile radius, sir.

Description of the getaway vehicle.

Right. I'll circulate the details.

You two with me.

I know the truth.

When I catch them with their haul, rest
assured, if any of it implicates you in

any criminal activity, I'll be back to
arrest you.

What are we going to do?

Shut up.

I should have memorised it.

Written on my hand.

You're sick.

It's nothing serious.

I don't think so.

Sadly, administering to parishioners in
hospice care has made me only too

familiar with cancer medication.

You'd have thought it was another Ruth
if I'd told you. Probably.

Besides, I didn't want you looking at me
with any more pity than you already do.

I've got weeks, months.

If I'm lucky.

That's why I needed to do it now, before
it was too late.

You said she wasn't far from here. How
do you know that?

I checked it on the map before we left.

Can you remember any road names?

Any monuments?

Anything familiar?

We're here.

There. That's it.

Beechwood Lane.

Over there.

On the other side of these woods.

On everyone on the road as soon as
possible.

Where to?

Beachwood Lane. I think that's where
they're going. We've got to get there

before the coppers. Then what?

Then you... You're going to execute
them.

Good with that?

Of course.

Good lad.

Hey.

You getting something?

Can I help you?

We're here.

We're here about... We're here about
what happened to your husband.

What do you know about that?

It's probably best we talk inside.

We mean you no harm.

Please?

It's okay, Toby.

It's all right, Toby.

I'm listening.

I was there the night he was killed.

I was part of the gang that broke into
the museum.

I know no amount of money can bring back
your husband, but I wanted... I wanted

to do something for you.

I can arrange your buyer.

It'll fetch enough for you and your son
to live on. This is it.

This is what he died for.

This is what he was worth.

I know it can't change what happened.
What were his last words?

I've got a wife and child.

We were in his last thought.

Of course we were.

Because we were all that mattered to
him.

And he was all that mattered to us.

And you took him away.

You did it.

Didn't you?

Yes.

Oh, for God's sake.

Good show.

I'm so sorry.

Do you believe in hell?

Good. Because it's where you're going.

It's where you belong.

Burning in hellfire for all eternity.

And you can't buy your way out of that.
Now get out of my house!

I'm not trying to buy my way out of...
Please, take it.

Please.

We must telephone for an ambulance.

It's not okay.

We have to leave now.

He can't have just disappeared.

Report a gunshot on Beechwood Lane.

Dad?

Don't you worry about any of this.

We'll clean up everything.

You won't have to lift a finger.

And no need for the police either.

Not after everything you've been
through.

Not with a little boy to look after.

Last thing he needs is a mother in
prison.

Prison? Don't panic.

You'll be like none of this ever
happened.

You have my word.

Who are you? The man who keeps his
promises.

That's all you need to know.

Here, Rick.

They can't have gone far.

Look!

We need to get him to a hospital.

It's too late for that.

You've still got a fighting chance.

Not this time, Jim.

He'll be sick as 24, 17.

He that killeth man, dying let him die.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

We don't have time for this.

Every man has to face his sins, son.

Every man.

I've spent so long running away from
my... hiding my

disguises.

Scared of facing the truth of who I am.

And what I've done.

I'm a murderer.

A thief.

A deserter.

A coward.

Who abandoned his wife and his son.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I forgive you.

And I'm sorry for all the time, love.

I want you to know you have a
granddaughter.

Her name's Marianne.

She's 23 years old. She's beautiful.
She's feisty. She's intelligent.

She even has your eyes.

You'd like her?

She's studying at...

Let

me move!

Oh, shame.

I wanted to do that myself.

Looks like you went quite peaceful. I
imagine you had something to do with

Father. So I suppose I'm just going to
have to make do with the son.

The great Urkel Flambo.

Flambo. Shut up.

Who would have thought someone like you
would come from something like that?

He was a better man than you'll ever be.

You don't need to do this. You've got
the crown. You've got what you wanted. I

have a reputation to uphold, Father.

Hey! Police!

Stay where you are.

Chief Inspector.

Delighted to see you again. Still in
Camberford.

Move away from him.

Drop your weapon.

I said drop it.

Can't do anything right.

Stop!

Stop!

There's been an accident.

Come quick.

Oi!

Oi!

I hate to say it, but I hope... Edgar
does catch Flambeau.

This then will have a chance.

You'd rather see Flambeau behind bars
just so you and Inspector Cufflinks...

Chief Inspector Cufflinks.

...can live happily ever after. But he
is a criminal.

Who you were happily helping to commit
the robbery a couple of hours ago.

What happened?

Where's Father Brown?

Father Brown's alive and well.

And Flambeau?

If you had come straight to me when you
knew Flambeau was in Camelford, this

could have all been avoided.

And he'd be in this cell now instead of
the two of you.

Well, are you charging us?

Just go.

Edgar. I said go.

What's in these, then? Curry powder?

My days of daring exploits are over.
These are good old -fashioned strawberry

scones. You could give Mrs McCarthy a
run for her money.

Not heard anything from Sullivan, then?

It's been almost a week.

I've ruined everything.

Good morning, Chief Inspector.

How can we help?

Sorry to interrupt.

Drake Underwood says that his son shot
Mr Hawksworth.

Does he?

We have reason to believe, though, that
the gun belonged to Elliot Tucker.

Know anything about that?

I was not in the room when it happened.

Thank you for your assistance.

Isabel, Mrs Devine, can we... Do you
have a moment?

Of course.

This isn't easy for me to say, but... I
forgive you.

But that doesn't mean that I'm happy
about what happened. No, of course not.

if you ever do anything like that again,
I can't promise I won't throw the book

at you.

I'm not joking.

I'll never assist in another robbery for
as long as I live.

Congratulations. Thank you, Father.
Until then.

There's a package underneath your seat.

Return it to the Vatican.

Give the reward to the widow.

Understood.

Hercule.

How are you feeling?

All counsel, Father.

Yes.

I'm fine, thank you for asking. You just
lost your father.

A man who you thought you knew.

A man who you had judged for years,
hated even.

And in his final moments, you held his
hand.

You gave him peace.

And love.

And forgiveness.

I don't know what you expect me to say,
Father. I'm not one for burying myself.

And yet... And yet what?

And yet you could have sent the crown by
post.

You could have written me a letter.

But you didn't.

You chose to come here.

To St Mary's.

To this confessional.

Do you wish me to hear your confession?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.