All language subtitles for 119 - The Dead of Night

Louisa would have loved him.

Where's Bernard?

You'd think he'd want to help, but I've
barely seen him this week.

He was absent from church on Sunday,
too.

I had hoped that a mass to honour the
memory of Louisa would give him

to look forward to.

The first anniversary was always going
to be hard.

I can't imagine losing a child.

It's Mr Ross.

He's saying he won't come to the mass.

I think he needs help. Then we must
provide it.

Can you do without me, Father? I ought
to check on Edgar.

He's come down with the flu and is
feeling rather sorry for himself.

Of course, Mrs Devine. I give the Chief
Inspector my best regards.

I was invited in.

I don't think we've met.

Father Brown.

Gilbert Gallimore.

A friend of the family.

I fear that Bernard is in need of more
than a priest, Father.

Just let us in, Mr Gallimore.

You shouldn't have come.

Miss Higgins is worried about you.

She says you are having second thoughts
about tomorrow. I advised him not to

attend. Why?

Because you can't have a requiem mass
for a vampire.

Well, laugh if you will, but my research
into ancient Slavic cultures has all

but proven their existence.

Tell them what you saw, Bernard.

Last night, I... I went to lay flowers
for Louisa.

But when I reached the grave, I found
that the soil had

been... disturbed.

It's fine that she had not long risen
from its depths.

Could it not simply be the work of an
innocent animal?

You're a sceptic, Father.

Forever searching for the rational.

Even when faced with evidence to the
contrary.

What evidence do you have?

Well, firstly, there's the girl's
illnesses.

Pains. Weakness.

Vomiting.

Lesions on her skin.

And then she started to blister in the
sunshine.

Which her doctor could not explain.
Nobody could.

And then the mood swings.

Louisa was a happy girl, but in her
final weeks, she was a different person.

The coroner understood that your
daughter's death was not a rational act

she was not in her right mind, which is
why the church allowed a Catholic

burial. It was the work of a vampire
passing through the village, attracted,

doubt, by Louisa's youth and beauty.

Mr. Ross, surely you don't believe that?

I see you will not be easily convinced,
Father.

Allow me to show you the garden.

Since Louisa's passing, dead creatures
have been found in the garden.

Yeah, probably just a cat.

I believe that she has been draining
these animals of their blood and gaining

strength. Now she is ready to devour a
larger meal.

Did someone call for a vampire hunter?

Silas!

Welcome!

I would have come sooner, but I've been
abroad.

Ah, yes.

How are the Romanian vampires?

They call them moroi, do they not?
Particularly vicious.

Oh, God.

He is jerking, right?

This is Silas O 'Hagan. We met last
month at a gathering for like -minded

believers. If there's a vampire in
Kimbleford, he'll sniff it out. We must

protections in place.

And I will, of course, visit the grave
in question.

I'm not going there again.

Perhaps it might help to visit the
churchyard in daylight.

Then you can see there's nothing to
fear.

Gaffer, I need you to step up as Arctic
Inspector.

I'd be honoured, sir.

Don't get too excited.

I'll be right as rain in my dream base.

Of course, sir.

Is that...

For a case of wedlock, but otherwise you
shouldn't have any trouble.

Don't you worry about a thing, sir. I'll
have it all under control.

Yes!

I really ought to go in. You'll do no
such thing.

Yes.

Isabel.

Oh, um...

understand. The soil may have leveled
when Louisa returned.

It raises an interesting question. How
does a vampire remain a corporeal being

and yet rise through a coffin?

One of the great mysteries of
vampirology. Oh, father.

My poor niece's grave was defaced.

Before the requiem, I'd done my best to
put things in order.

It was real.

Miss Kipling.

We are hoping to get to the bottom of
it.

Moles, perhaps.

I don't think we've been introduced.
This is Christine Kipney, my sister -in

-law, and also Camerford's Sunday school
teacher.

Christine, this is Silas O 'Hagan,
vampire hunter.

Pleased to meet you.

Vampire?

Oh, not this nonsense again. I told you
to stop, Gilbert.

Is she going to be like this all
evening? Oh, don't tell me you've

to Louisa's dinner, Bernard.

Gilbert is my friend, Christine. He's
only trying to help.

He's ungodly.

Tonight was supposed to be a quiet
family dinner with the father to prepare

the mass tomorrow.

Now it's going to be some kind of
satanic gathering.

Not if I have anything to do with it, it
won't. I shall stay at home. No.

You're the only family I have left.

I need you there. Mr. Ross is right.

Times like this, you need to stick
together.

And who knows?

We may find we have something in common.

Louisa loved sunflowers.

She adored nature and wildlife, which
made her illness all the more cruel.

When she could no longer go outside.

I won't believe that... She is at peace
now.

But... To Louisa.

Louisa. Louisa.

I'd advise you all to do the same.

I doubt Miss Palmer or Mrs. Devine would
thank me for that.

So what else repels the undead, Mr. O
'Hagan?

Crucifixes. Holy water.

We'll be all right at St. Mary's, then.

You mock, Father.

But you ought to pay attention.

It might save your life one day.

Why do you believe in vampires?

Why, I encountered one.

I used to sleepwalk as a child.

One night I awoke in the garden, and to
my horror, I saw something climbing up

the side of the house.

Agile as a lizard, but in the shape of a
man.

The next morning, my brother failed to
come down to breakfast.

When I went to his bedside, I saw two
wounds, just here, on his neck.

He died a week later.

My mother blamed the scarlet fever, but
I knew better.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your vision.

A night tedder, perhaps?

You sound like my mother.

If I'd have been properly equipped, my
brother might have been spared.

Luckily, I had a steak at the ready when
he returned for me.

Magnificent.

Ash, is it? Be careful.

That is antique.

All right.

Anyone for a refill?

You've had plenty.

No, thank you.

A vampire seeks out his closest kin
first.

I know from personal experience.

I couldn't stay tonight. Keep watch.

If the opportunity arises, I may be able
to rid you of your problem. No!

Get off!

I told you there's none left!

Janice?

Are you all right?

It's nothing.

Excuse me.

You need to keep your maids under
control, Bernard. What have you done,

Nothing. Is there really no more wine?

Christine was right.

You've had enough.

And so, in fact, have I.

I think it's time we left you in peace.

Bernard promised me you'll be at the
Mass tomorrow.

Maybe.

Allow me to walk you home, Miss Kipling.

I will return in the morning to ensure
Mr Ross is ready for the Requiem. And,

hopefully, convince him that vampires
belong in a film studio, not in

Kembleford. Thank you, Father.

I cannot be certain yet if Louisa has
been turned.

A vampire soul is trapped in flames for
an eternity.

Their only release, a stake through the
heart.

Do you wish to risk leaving her in such
torment? All right.

Stay.

I shall guard the manor tonight.

I'll join you.

At your own peril.

Reveal that.

Bad dream.

Go back to bed.

It's not safe.

I just need a moment.

Good morning, Miss Higgins.

Mr. Ross is still sleeping, Father.

Exhausted from the other night, no
doubt.

But you can wait in the drawing room.

Well, I wonder if they got one.

Father.

I'm given to understand that
congratulations are in order.

Just temporary, Father, until the chief
inspector has recovered.

It looks like a bite.

Yes.

How gothic.

Straight to the carotid artery and yet
no blood.

Could someone have cleaned up the scene?

Rather a lot to clean up.

He tried to warn me.

Perhaps we should step outside, Mr Ross.
And now?

She's killed him. We do not yet know the
cause of death. It doesn't take a genus

to work that out.

And where were you last night, sir? I
was keeping watch upstairs.

Gilbert took the drawing room.

He must have fallen asleep,
unfortunately for him.

Did you hear anything? Not a whisper.

That was Louise's.

Apparently, there's been a murder at the
Ross Manor.

What? Since they haven't had enough
tragedy.

Edgar, you need to rest.

I just need...

Why is it so bright?

Good fellow will handle it.

Oh, here you all are.

I was at St Mary's. Why are the police
here?

Miss Kipling, I'm sorry to tell you that
Mr Gallimore was murdered last night.

What? He'd been...

Listen. By your niece.

By my... Don't you listen to a word of
this. We can

rearrange the requiem. What did we bury
Louisa in?

Her favourite white dress, satin
slippers and her silver cross.

Are you absolutely sure?

Yes, of course. Why?

Gilbert was right.

My daughter has returned.

Oh, you can't mean that, Barnett. I need
your help.

Please.

I'll do anything.

I telephoned the undertaker

and confirmed that Miss Ross was indeed
buried wearing her necklace.

The description of it was noted.

That's impossible, Father.

Quite.

You don't think it really could be?

Mr Ross does.

We need to find out the truth before
things get completely out of hand.

We?

We've made a good team before,
Inspector.

We have, Father. I suppose the Chief
Inspector needn't know.

But where to start?

Let us start by talking to someone with
some common sense.

I didn't understand why Mr Gallimore and
Mr Ross were friends.

How did they meet?

They were history professors at Oxford.

Mr Gallimore was meant to be clever, but
I thought he talked complete gibberish.

You were arguing with him last night.

You sounded very angry.

You won't believe me, but he tried to
touch me.

He saw him. He'd been drinking.

I'm sorry, Miss Higgins.

I never liked him.

He seemed like a loner.

That's why he spent so much time here, I
suppose.

You're the eyes and ears of this manor,
Miss Higgins.

Did you witness anything strange last
night?

Apart from a man eating raw garlic at
the table, no.

Although I did see Miss Kipley sneaking
around Miss Roth's bedroom before

dinner.

She was searching the desk.

And then when she saw me, she took some
paper and left.

How odd.

Can I go?

Mr Ross will be wanting his lunch.

I remember illustrating Bible stories
with you, Miss Kipley.

I always loved Sunday school.

The children were painting Louise's
favourite wildlife to show after the

Requiem.

But what can I do for you?

We thought you may be able to help with
our investigation.

I'm glad there is an investigation.

I was beginning to think I was the only
sane person left in Camberford.

There will be a plausible explanation.

What were you doing in Louisa's bedroom,
Miss Ghibli?

I liked to go in there to remember my
niece.

Bernadette kept it as it was the day she
died.

Miss Higgins said she saw you taking
something from her desk.

It's Louisa.

From you.

The last letter I sent to her.

I... I regret its contents now.

Is that why you took it?

I didn't think she'd kept it.

I intended to burn it. To destroy the
harsh words I wrote.

You were very angry with her.

During her final illness, she withdrew
from the church.

She... She wouldn't even pray.

We were all worried about her.

I know she wasn't in her right mind. I
should have kept my temper. Perhaps I

could have stopped her.

You mustn't blame yourself, Miss
Kipling.

Well, I won't let the same thing happen
with my brother -in -law.

If only I could speak to him without
that Dracula fellow in the way.

What on earth does he want?

Mr. O 'Hagan does seem rather dedicated
to his job.

Well, I wish he'd leave my family alone.

Bernard has been through enough.

He's vulnerable.

And he's wealthy.

Do you think he's being taken advantage
of?

Sprinkle mustard seed on your rooftop to
ward off vampires!

Ten bob for some twigs.

Rose plant, my dear.

As thorns trap vampires in their graves.

Didn't help Mr Gallimore, did it?

Not you, too.

It's for my stew.

Thank you.

Mustard seed!

I see the news has spread.

Ah, you're in the market for some holly,
Father.

Hang it in the doorway.

Keep evil spirits at bay.

I have plenty growing in the presbytery
garden, thank you.

You seem to be doing very well after
this morning's tragedy.

Well, people are wise to protect
themselves.

Looks like a motive from where we're
standing.

Mr. Gallimore is dead, the village is
riled, and you're out here making a nice

tidy profit. That's very cynical,
Inspector.

You seem very keen to assist Mr.

Ross. Is he paying you for your
services?

Everybody has to make a living.

Shouldn't vampire hunting be a purely
moral duty?

Isn't being a priest a moral duty,
Father?

Or does the church pay you?

I have a dangerous job. I deserve
compensation.

How very convenient that you managed to
bring all your stock with you to

Kembleford.

Nonetheless, you must cease trading on
church ground.

You never know when you'll uncover a
vampire.

It certainly benefits you if people
believe that.

I do not care whether I am believed,
Inspector.

I care about protecting people from
evil.

There's been strange things happening in
this village long before I arrived.

How do you explain that?

mustard seed in now to keep your
strength you

really are very kind

potatoes and garlic.

Moles, is it, Father?

I don't know, Mr Ross, but it's not your
daughter.

I wonder what else it would make of all
this.

I have no doubt that she would be
worried about you.

You know, it's over two decades since I
lost my wife.

Yes, sometimes I still forget she's
gone.

She died when Louisa was a baby.

A thesia, out of the blue.

The doctors couldn't explain that
either.

Must have been a terrible shock.

You have suffered a great deal.

When Louisa...

First fell ill. She was so positive.

She believed that God would help her get
better.

And suddenly, everything changed.

Do you know why?

She pushed me away.

Wouldn't speak to me.

Stayed in her room, writing. Writing?

Her diary.

She always kept one. Have you read it?
Of course not.

It was private.

May I?

If we knew more about Miss Ross's final
weeks, it would help us to understand

her illness, what caused her symptoms.

We know what caused her symptoms, Mr.
Ross. Protect yourself, Father.

My daughter is down there, cursed and
transformed until something is done.

We're all in danger.

I telephoned Lady Felicia's personal
physician, who kindly offered to do some

research into Miss Ross's symptoms.

If only we could read her diary.

Do you think that would help find out
what happened to Louisa?

I hope so.

We need some answers quickly, if we have
to bring Mr Ross to his senses.

Mmm, smells delicious, Mrs Devine.

Ah,

that's better.

Beat in my oven.

Between organising your diary and
nursing Edgar, I've not been home.

He couldn't manage my garlicky stew, so
I thought I'd try something sweet.

Oh, sounds like you need to douse him in
holy water, Father. Don't be silly,

Brenda.

Make yourself useful and check the cake
is done.

We're still awaiting the post -mortem,
so I'm hoping that'll clear things up.

I still don't understand how there was
no blood spilled.

What if the wounds in Mr. Gallimore's
neck were made after he died?

If the heart had stopped pumping,
there'd be no blood.

Of course.

Someone killed Mr. Gallimore and then
made it look like a vampire attack.

It was Edgar.

He doesn't sound at all well.

Oh, dear.

I might have accidentally mentioned you
were here, Inspector.

Now he wants to see you.

Oh, dear. You could tell him we have a
theory.

Perhaps I might not mention you just
yet, Father.

Understandable.

I'll go with you.

I don't want cake.

I want blood. Stop it, Brenda!

A vampire cannot enter a place of
worship. But I fear Louisa has tried.

Perhaps she wished to sabotage the mass.

That could belong to anyone.

As could the footprints.

You could be in danger, Father.

I cannot think of any reason why Miss
Ross would target me.

However, I have been wondering why Mr.
Gallimore was the chosen victim.

Not you, for example.

If Louisa spent time with Gilbert in
life, perhaps she wished to continue

relationship in death.

What do you mean?

Well, according to Bernard, Gallimore
and Louisa were close.

I overheard him questioning Gilbert
about it last night after dinner.

He sounded very angry.

Well, perhaps after witnessing the
behaviour towards Miss Higgins, Mr Ross

was fearful that Mr Gallimore had
behaved in the same way with his

I knew he was trouble.

I know this sounds ridiculous, but what
if he didn't flew?

Oh, you don't mean... No.

I don't.

Do I?

What is this?

What in the name of... Edgar.

God, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what came over me.

Must be all the talk of vampires.

Has everyone gone completely mad?

Look, good fella, you need to find the
culprit and put a stop to this nonsense.

Well, we think we're getting closer.

Oui.

Tell that priest to keep his nose out.
Now, Father Brown is only trying to

I know, Isabel, but this is police
business.

What is the latest with the fraud case
in Wedlock?

I've been a bit busy with the murder,
sir.

Sergeant, being an inspector means
juggling cases.

Crime doesn't just stop because you're
busy.

I'm sorry, sir.

If you can't do the job properly, I'll
find... No, sir, I can. I promise.

In fact...

I'm heading back to the station right
now, sir.

I argued with Gilbert.

After his behaviour towards Janice, I
wondered about his intentions towards my

daughter. You trusted Mr Gallimore.

He was your friend.

Were you angry?

I was.

Angry enough to... kill him?

Of course not.

Your daughter's diary may contain clues
about what's been happening.

We have to find out the truth, Bernard,
or you will never find any peace.

Mrs. Bradley of Wedlock accuses Mr.
Vivian Horton of obtaining funds from

life savings.

Mrs. Bradley believed that Mr. Horton
was able to communicate with her late

father from beyond the grave.

First vampires, now ghosts.

Whatever next?

Vivian Horton.

Of course.

Bernard, your daughter will rise again.

You. To be her next target.

What if she isn't a vampire?

The priest is getting into your head.

Look at the evidence.

What about Gilbert?

What about Louisa's necklace? I can't
explain it, but still, I have to be

I am sure.

I will stay tonight, awaiting Louisa's
arrival.

Then I will rip Camberford of its
monster.

And release your daughter.

You really can do it. Yes.

There will be a fee, of course.

Let's say, 400 pounds.

Not much for the sake of a soul.

Mr. Ross?

It's all right, Janice.

I'm going for a walk.

It's not safe.

It's almost sundown.

I know.

But I have to be sure.

Miss Ross and Mr. Gallimore became
friends because he provided her with

needed most.

Answers. He told her a vampire caused
her illness.

At first she didn't believe him.

But as the symptoms worsened...

It is getting worse.

Can I really be the victim of a vampire?

I fear the change is nearly upon you.

You have to help me, Gilbert.

There must be something you can do.

Do not leave this room.

Please, do not tell my father.

I feel as if I am going mad.

I am so frightened.

Why didn't she speak to anyone else?

Mr Gallimore told us she was cursed.

She felt ashamed.

So, as her health declined and her
paranoia increased, she moved away from

family and from the church.

Until finally she could no longer cope.

What about Louisa?

And the lesions typically first occur on
the hands and the face.

Thank you, Doctor.

That is very helpful.

Goodbye.

You'd better get to churchyard.

Now. No, Mr Ross, please. Please don't
leave.

Please, Mr Ross. Mr Ross! Stop!

You're about to commit a terrible crime.

Think about what you are doing. I must
know if my daughter is truly a vampire.

There is no such thing!

Bernard, please!

Arrest that man!

You're a fraud, Mr O 'Hagan.

Or should I call you Mr Horton?

And you've been causing havoc in this
area for months now.

What are you saying?

He goes by many guises.

Palm reader.

Ghost hunter.

Last week he was a psychic medium in
wedlock under the name of Vivian Horton.

And it was that scar that made me
realise the connection.

I was fighting vampires in Romania.

You were hit over the head with a
crystal vase by Mrs Bradley when she

you going through her purse.

That's when she realised you sold her a
load of old nonsense.

Where's your proof?

Here.

You use spiritualism.

and the occult to manipulate your
grieving victims.

When Mr. Gallimore told you about the
Ross family, you saw the perfect

opportunity to terrify them until they
would pay anything to make it stop.

The post -mortem results are back.

You were right, Father.

He was suffocated, and the wounds on his
neck were inflicted after his death

with a needle.

Or a bridge.

Fine.

But Gilbert was already dead when I
found him. I don't understand.

It isn't real?

Of course not, you old fool.

If people weren't so gullible, it
wouldn't be so easy. You're a piece of

You don't really believe in vampires, Mr
O 'Hagan, but in many ways you are one.

Feeding off fear for your own personal
gain.

But what about Louise's illness?

I have spoken to a doctor who believes
that your daughter suffered from a rare

condition,

hereditary coproporphyria.

It causes pain, depression, mood swings,
and in some cases,

sensitivity to sunlight.

They also believe that it causes
seizures and that your wife may have

sufferer also.

But how?

Why couldn't anyone tell me?

Because it has only recently been
identified in this month's British

Journal.

Mr O 'Hagan, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Gilbert

Wait a minute. Murder?

Murder? Um, Inspector.

To Kipley.

May we talk?

In church, perhaps.

You're wearing the same necklace as your
niece.

That cross that Louisa is wearing
belonged to her mother, Elsie, my dear

Our mother gifted us both matching
necklaces.

You didn't notice that your necklace was
missing.

I normally wear it under my dress.

I think you discovered your niece's
diary in her bedroom last night.

You read her last words.

And you felt her fear.

Gilbert Gallimore is the reason Louisa
took her own life.

And Louisa's condition caused depression
and paranoia, which must have

influenced her behavior.

Gilbert put those evil ideas into her
head.

He terrified her.

I couldn't bear to listen.

Think how she must have felt in those
final days.

Louisa died afraid.

And so were you.

You were as shocked as anybody to find
out that Mr. Gallimore had been bitten

a vampire.

And, of course, that was Mr. O 'Hagan's
doing.

For a moment, I thought Louisa really
had returned.

Then I realized she's never coming back.

Miss Kipley, you have suffered a
terrible loss.

But it does not give you the right to
take a life.

Why don't I feel remorse, Father?

What would you tell your evangelical
pupils?

Be not overcome by evil, but overcome
evil

by God.

Romans 12 .21.

I can still recall my Bible verses.

Because of you, Miss Gibney.

You've done a lot of good here in
Camelford.

I let you down, Daniel.

Yes.

You have.

But I can try to forgive.

And God will forgive if you let him.

You're looking much improved, Chief
Inspector.

Thanks to Mrs Devine.

Oh, and you're out in daylight.

Yes. I'm somewhat relieved this vampire
hysteria is over.

I agree.

Sergeant, congratulations on cracking
the case.

Thank you, sir. Well, I think the father
deserves some credit as well.

We made an excellent team.

Hmm.

Let's not make a habit of it.

To tell the truth, Father, I'm glad to
be handing back the reins.

I think I prefer the quieter life.

I don't blame you.

Welcome.

Do you think he's not coming?

No.

Mr Ross.

We have offered up the sacrifice of the
mass for Louisa Ross and performed the

absolutions.

She was a truly joyful young woman,
warm, generous,

and a wonderful friend.

To many here.

We cannot erase.

What has happened. But we can remember
her. In happier times.

Thank you.