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Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been a long time since my last
confession in this church.

Welcome back.

Hawthorne is the name.

Lord Hawthorne.

You are the talk of the village.

Hardly surprising. Things are about to
become rather more interesting around

here.

In what way?

Important men will visit me and this
very church.

dignitaries, even world leaders, you
vicariously will become rather

Oh. You will have the privilege of being
at my beck and call to attend to my

spiritual needs.

I will do my best, as I do for all my
parishioners.

Father, you do know who I am.

Yes. Then you know how deep my pockets
are.

I will fund a new church roof and
whatever else you want.

It's very kind of you. It's not an act
of charity. It's to show my appreciation

for your devotion.

With respect, Lord Hawthorne, my
devotion is not for sale.

Bishop Raynard warned me you might not
be amenable to concerned with

extracurricular activities, but I told
him we should give you a chance to prove

your loyalty.

From now on, I suggest your first duty
is to me. My first duty?

is to God.

Do not smoke.

It is an offence to God's holy house and
sacrament.

Father, as far as you should be
concerned, I am God.

Just think, the owner of the Daily
Enquirer returning to St Mary's. Well,

role model, I suppose.

Indeed. Pity about the sun. I can't
imagine Lord Hawthorne's shame.

Shame?

Father, do you never read a newspaper?

Different floozy every night,
apparently. Father, I'm so glad you

Meet my son, Gabe. Gabe?

Fresh out of Cambridge.

Pleasure, Father.

Mrs. McCarthy, parish secretary.

And this gorgeous creature is Margot, my
wife.

Charmed. I'm so looking forward to
getting to know everyone.

It's an honour to have you here. Now, if
there's anything you need, anything at

all... We'll let you know. Father, let
me introduce you to my former priest

London.

Father Brown, Father Featherstone.

He could teach you a thing or two.

Father... I do not know how you do it.
Do what, exactly?

This place.

I'll concede it is aesthetically
pleasing, but my goodness, it is dull.

Heaven knows how Arthur will cope so far
away from civilization.

You may enjoy the pace of life here.
Between us, your pace of life is going

change somewhat.

I'm reliably informed that you are the
hub of the community.

Oh, I don't know about that. So I
suppose you could say I'm at the heart

things that happen in the village.

I should very much like to write for the
parish magazine.

I have experience at the Enquirer.

Oh, you write.

I can't say I've ever seen your name.

I write Arthur's editorials.

Not that that's common knowledge, you
understand.

Your secret is safe with me.

Oh, and may I ask...

What has brought you back to Kimbleford?

Entree no.

A health scare of Arthur's. I insisted
on a change of life.

Away from Westminster and high society,
back to his roots, where nothing ever

happened.

What are your plans now?

After Cambridge.

Between us, Father, I intend to travel.

To avoid the prying eyes of the British
press.

Exactly.

No more waking up to slanderous
articles.

Oh, you'll be far too busy to disgrace
my name any further.

I don't understand.

Your time has come, my boy.

Top job is yours.

Aren't you going to thank me?

Thank you.

Would you excuse me?

Detective Inspector Mallory, my lord.
Kembleford Police.

And Sergeant Goodfellow, sir. At your
service.

Oh, yes.

I've heard good things.

All of them true.

Hmm?

Don't believe we've had the pleasure.

Father Bran.

You're not going to preach at me, are
you? Wouldn't dream of it.

Is it just me, or can you smell garlic?

My thoughtless landlady dragged my shirt
on the line.

Well, good job you're not a vampire,
then.

I'm not sure I can say the same about
our host.

Not a friend of Lord Hawthorne's? More
of a victim, actually.

I see.

Did he print something?

Ruined me for a few column inches.

Thanks to him, I'm what you might call a
social pariah.

Which rather begs the question, why are
you here?

Would it help to talk?

I appreciate your concern, Father.

But your God and I are no longer
compatible.

Lady Hawthorne.

Is everything all right?

How do you match our former priest,
Father Feniston?

Oh, delighted to make your acquaintance.
Oh, do I detect a cork accent? What a

divine place.

Yes, well, I can hardly disagree with
you there. Tell me, do you find

as provincial as I do?

Provincial? I happen to be the parish
secretary.

I see.

Would you excuse me?

I get the impression that the top job
isn't your lifetime's ambition.

Was it obvious?

Hello, Arthur.

I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest.

Now, if you will excuse me... You know
exactly who I am.

Inspector, would you remove this
gentleman,

if you don't mind?

Time I left anyway.

Oh, and Arthur.

Your actions, they do have consequences.

Enjoy the party.

Thank you.

Thank you. You have all made me feel
very welcome.

Well, almost everyone.

What a terrible waste of a rather fine
champagne.

Now, as some of you may know, Margot has
pushed me out to pasture.

While I will remain as chairman, it is
time I step down as editor of my

beloved Inquirer.

But it gives me great pleasure to
introduce my successor.

Has anyone seen my...

Somebody

call an ambulance!

You're in good hands, Lord Hawthorne.

Pressure, Sergeant.

Pressure. What about your father?

Father?

Father, where are you?

The shot must have been taken from here.

So, what exactly are we supposed to be
looking for?

F .L.

Who's F .L.? Who indeed?

I find merely a flesh wound.

Who would do such a thing?

Maybe the man who threw his champagne in
my face. Have the police caught him

yet? No, but they've left an officer
outside. You're quite safe.

Where were you both during my speech?

I was trying to find Mother.

I had to lie down splitting headache.

Oh, what bad timing.

Father.

I'm relieved to see you looking so well.

Would you excuse us?

Of course.

I must update the press. And Winston.

As in Churchill.

Thank you for attending to me. I trust
you've had a change of heart.

Rest assured, I will support you as much
as I can.

But... I must serve my parishioners
equally.

Therefore, I cannot commit to being at
your sole beck and call.

I seriously advise that you request a
transfer.

St Mary's has been my parish for a long
time.

Please respect my position.

Respect is all that I asked for.

I think we're done here.

Canon Fox, good morning.

To what do we owe the pleasure? This
isn't a social call, I'm afraid.

It is with a heavy heart that on the
orders of Bishop Raynard I must suspend

with immediate effect.

I don't understand. We have been
informed that you have broken the seal

confessional.

Father Brown is incapable of such a
thing.

Who has made this complaint?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh, but you believe us, do you?

I will carry out an investigation, the
findings of which will be sent to Rome

for the attention of His Holiness.

I can assure you I'm entirely innocent.

I do hope that's true.

Alas, if found guilty, your
excommunication will be confirmed.

Ah, Father, you're here.

None of this makes any sense.

We take these accusations extremely
seriously.

However, Father Brown may remain here
for now. And how are we supposed to

without our priest?

Father Featherston has kindly agreed to
step into the breach until this matter

is resolved.

But he's... He's not even from this
diocese.

Arrangements have been made.

Good day, Mrs. McCarthy.

How nice to see you again.

Father?

In here.

Father.

How can you defend yourself if they
won't tell you anything about this

allegation?

The seal of the confessional is
sacrosanct.

Don't worry, I'm sure everything will...
Yes.

Yes, I'm sure everything will be.

Just grant.

I don't mean to intrude.

So, about this complaint.

It wouldn't have been made by someone of
great influence, would it?

Complaint? I've been accused of breaking
the seal.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Could someone show me to my room?

Certainly, Father.

I only hope it isn't too provincial for
you.

My men are on the case.

But as our prime suspect didn't speak to
any guests, he's proving difficult to

identify.

I should have told you. I saw him
talking to Father Brown.

Why am I not surprised?

Thank you for your time.

Until this man is caught, I don't want
either of you out of my sight. In that

case, perhaps someone else should take
over at the Enquirer.

Someone with the right experience.

I will oversee your editorship.

I thought you'd retired.

So I'll have time to train him up.

Actually, I'm not sure it's for me.

Go to stand on your own two feet, are
you?

With your reputation.

Trust me, this will be the making of
you.

Of course.

I'll head to Fleet Street as soon as
this is all over. Good.

This was your intention all along,
wasn't it?

To use him as your puppet.

Your editor by proxy.

You'll just need some guidance at first,
and your editorial.

Well, then it's perhaps time I used my
own opinion.

Fallen off the wagon, have we?

Of course not.

Then why are you being obstreperous?

I really can't fathom why.

I was so very saddened to hear about
your predicaments.

Though I do suppose that means you won't
be getting under my feet anymore, so...

Every cloud.

How can I help you, Inspector?

I gather you spoke to the man who caused
the altercation yesterday. You really

should have said that.

He seems to bear a grudge against Lord
Hawthorne for something he printed.

That's all I know.

That's all I need.

By the way, what will people call you
now?

Mr Brown?

You'll always be the Padre to me.

Father, the cufflink.

Now, if you can find the owner of that
cufflink, then you have found the

culprit. And Lord Hawthorne will have to
come to his senses.

The milk is off.

Isn't that the last straw?

Garlic.

Mrs Beckett's.

How did you know I was here?

A hunch.

I recall that Mrs Beckett sells garlic,
which she grows behind her B &B.

Might I ask your full name?

Stanley Buchanan. Why?

Oh.

Do you recognise this?

Should I?

I believe that it belongs to the person
who shot Lord Hawthorne.

I heard on the wireless.

I'm just sorry it's not more serious.

He thinks you're responsible.

Perhaps he should look closer to home.

What do you mean by that?

His wife was looking rather murderous at
the party.

Right after she received the package.

Nothing to do with me, I hasten.

Then why don't you go to the police?
Allow them to eliminate you from their

inquiries. I don't trust them, Father.

They have history.

Because you're homosexual.

And Lord Hawthorne put that in print and
made you a pariah.

Thanks to Hawthorne, I'm an exile in my
own country.

Work, family, friends, the only man I
ever loved, all gone.

You hide your disgust well, Father.

I've none to hide.

How are you incriminated?

An unjust encounter with the law.

I haven't done anything.

Afterwards, they searched my university
rooms, found love letters, proof of my

inclinations. Did your friend suffer the
same fate?

Thankfully, his letters weren't
submitted as evidence.

Sergeant McNally's testimony was enough.

He claimed I'd been caught in a
compromising position with another man,

conveniently escaped as I was arrested.

He perjured himself.

I refuse to deny who I am.

For which you have no doubt paid a high
price.

My time on Ramon left its mark on me.

So I agreed to hormone therapy to avoid
a custodial sentence.

Chemical castration.

I'm so sorry.

But if I am indeed cured, then why do I
feel so dead inside?

You will find solace in God.

It's too late for that, Father.

I will find out who is responsible.

Thank you for leading me straight to
him. Padre, I'm arresting you for the

attempted murder of Lord Hawthorne.
You're not obliged to say anything, but

anything you do say may be given in
heaven.

Trust me.

It wasn't him. Who else could it be?

Apparently, Lady Hawthorne received a
package at the party, which angered her.

Right enough, she did look very upset
before the speech.

I didn't see her, Ed.

Nor her son, Gabe, for that matter.

Evening, Mass.

Whoever heard of such a thing?

The arrogance of that man.

Father, are you sure you really want to
face this?

God is testing me.

But I have faith that the truth will
act.

No, this must be unsettling to see me up
here.

But let me assure you that one thing
will never change.

God's love for us.

So we must honor that love by resisting
temptation, being kind,

standing up for what is right.

we will disappoint him.

But as long as you confess your sins and
truly

repent, then all will be forgiven.

Thank you for coming.

Godspeed.

I realize this must be difficult for
you.

Well, I must admit it's a novel
experience.

being in the congregation of your own
church.

And Mrs. McCarthy, I fear we didn't set
off on the right foot.

Tea is in order, and perhaps some of
your legendary scones.

My scones are only for the rightful
priest of this parish.

Father, I think it best that you keep a
low profile.

Your presence here will not help the
congregation except Father Featherstone.

With respect, Canon Fox, this is surely
a temporary situation.

Because you will find out the truth,
won't you?

Lord Hawthorne, it's good to see you up
and about.

It'll take far more than that to take
down my husband.

Well, it seems your reputation as an
amateur sleuth is justified.

Then please heed my advice and reinstate
your protection.

Perhaps that's for the best. Nonsense.

Mallory has his man. I am perfectly safe
now.

Come along.

Did you see that?

Yes.

Trouble in paradise, perhaps?

Your motive couldn't be any clearer.
Revenge on Lord Hawthorne for fulfilling

his moral duty.

Moral duty?

As you're perfectly aware, what you do
is illegal.

Which serves only to make others like me
vulnerable to blackmail.

And police corruption, as I know only
too well.

The law protects those who are normal
from being converted.

So you think I could convert you?

What are you implying?

Well, if it's that easy.

I was talking about the suggestible.

Believe me, Inspector, you're quite
safe.

Men like me pose no threat to anyone,
and yet they're perceived to be worse

murderers.

Can't you see that's wrong?

All I see is that what you do is
perverted.

Then perhaps you should consider why you
feel so threatened by... Yes.

Now, you told Lord Hawthorne that his
actions have consequences, a statement

intent if ever I heard one. If I was
going to shoot him, would I really have

made a scene in public first?

You have no evidence.

No gun.

I'd say your position hangs on a very
delicate thread.

My position?

I can only imagine what your superiors
will say when the real perpetrator

finishes the job.

I saw the light on.

I can't sleep.

No.

Maybe a game of dominoes. Why not?

Yeah, take your mind off things.

Whatever would I do without you, Mrs.
McCarthy?

I don't know who is sleeping like a
baby.

I'm not so sure.

Let me tell you, no one was impressed by
that.

performance of his in church today.

Is that who I think it is?

At this time of night?

Police. Now.

Someone's trying to kill me.

I arrived just after the incident.

Unfortunately, I didn't see anyone.

And all staff were presently correct
after the shooting.

I'm sure of it. Only these two were
unaccounted for.

I've been having trouble sleeping. I had
to go for a walk to clear my head.

As did I.

Together? No.

And did you happen to see anything
suspicious?

If we had, don't you think we would have
said something?

Sir, found this hidden in the wood.

We'll get it checked, but it looks like
a match for the bullet that was fired at

you, my lord.

I could have been killed because of your
incompetence. If it is the same weapon,

then you have my assurance that we will
catch the real culprit.

You no longer have my full confidence,
Inspector.

You asked to see me, Lord Hawthorne.

I should have listened to you.

And perhaps... I wasn't entirely fair.

Entirely? But if you find out who's
behind it, then we can forget about the

other business.

The other business is my calling.

My vocation.

My hope.

You should have fallen into line.

I serve God, not parishioners with a God
complex.

Are you going to help me or not?

I will need the guest list for the
party. It's yours.

Lady Hawthorne and your son, are they
proficient? We're a shooting family.

I'll do all I can.

Oh, but you'd better hurry.

By the end of the day, wheels will have
been set in motion.

which I cannot stop.

There's no F .L. on the guest list.

Lady Hawthorne and Gabe were
conspicuously absent during the second

I don't believe Lady Hawthorne is
responsible.

Besides, wouldn't a cufflink suggest
it's a man?

I get the impression Gabe wants to break
free from his father.

But would he attempt to... for that
reason.

There was another person who was missing
when Lord Hawthorne was shot. The same

person whose contraption we heard last
night.

I will speak to Father Fedleston.

Could you try and find out what was in
the package that was delivered to Lady

Hawthorne? I will do my very best,
Father.

And don't you worry.

We are going to put an end to this
madness.

I thought a tour of the village might be
in order.

I'd like that. Have you met Bucephalus?

Named after Alexander the Great's war
horse.

This beauty is Jude.

Named after the priest who inspired my
calling.

Inspired? In what way?

I was quite the delinquent, if you can
believe that.

He straightened me out.

Showed me the path to God.

Then you have come far.

Couldn't help but hear Jude last night.

Just before the latest shooting.

I went to see Lord Hawthorne.

Just as well, really, as he was quite
unsettled after what happened.

At mass, Lord Hawthorne's arrival
unsettled you.

Just to the point where you're talking
about doing the right thing.

Nerve got the better of me.

Or perhaps you're painfully aware that
Lord Hawthorne's allegation against me

false.

Father, I know that Kembleford is not
your natural habitat.

So why would you agree to come here?

Do you really think I had a choice?

If you're quite finished, I need to get
cleaned up.

I'll give the poor a miss.

Thank you.

Lady Hawthorne.

How nice to see a friendly face.

Well, a friend in need.

After what happened last night, I
thought you might want some company.

Thank you, but I'm fine.

Would you like one?

At this hour?

No, no, I think not.

I wouldn't normally, but with a madman
on the loose.

Yes.

I'll ask Demby to get you some tea.

Oh, thank you.

What are you doing?

I am sorry.

Lady, what... Get out!

Did you really have no idea?

When Arthur had his health care, there
was a young woman at the hospital.

He said she found him on the street, but
I knew he was lying.

Of course, he was repentant, assured me
it was a one -off.

I see.

He moved here to mollify me, away from
distractions.

So I'm just going to burn those and
forget it.

Do you really think you can forget?

My husband was an adulterer.

I chose not to live a lie.

And I haven't regretted that for a
single second.

I won't ruin him or shame Gabe.

Bridget, please promise me you won't
tell anyone about this.

Rest assured, Lady Hawthorne, I can be
the soul of discretion.

I saw the photographs with my own eyes.

Can you believe the hypocrisy of that
man?

Lady Hawthorne would appear to have the
most compelling motive. And yet, I get

the impression Father Featherstone is
here against his will.

Now, that's exactly what Mrs. Harper
thought.

Who? His parish secretary in Chelsea.
I've just spoken to her on the

And she, for the life of her, couldn't
understand how he would willingly accept

a post like this.

Did she say why?

Oh, because he had his eye on becoming
an archbishop, would you believe?

Well then, it all makes sense.

Does it? We haven't got much time.

So which one of you was it then?

God knows it should have been me.

Perhaps it's one of your mistresses.

I received those at a party.

From who?

Of course.

Now you stay there.

All the things he's said about me.

He acts like he's some kind of moral
guardian, but he's nothing more than a

philanderer. We'll draw a line under it.

Kempleford is a new start.

Do you really think he can change? Look
at what he's turned you into.

You are so much better than this.

I gather you had a stellar career mapped
out.

Which makes me wonder why you agreed to
come here.

Did Lord Hawthorne make you an offer you
couldn't refuse?

I am complicit in a great injustice.

Yours.

I don't think it's going to work out
with Father Brown.

He'll come around.

If not, I want you to take over.

Here. I'm flattered, but you know my
ambitions.

One year. Help me settle in, and then
I'll pull some strings.

A promotion.

Bishop by 35, I'd imagine.

A meteoric rise.

Do we have a deal?

Of course, but what about... Father
Brown? Ah, just leave him to me.

I had no idea he would stoop this low.

Is that why you went to see him last
night?

I went to tell him I couldn't be a part
of it.

And now I must leave the priesthood.

No.

You know if you confess and repent, God
will forgive you.

As will I.

When I tell the truth, Arthur will
assure I am excommunicated.

Which is nothing less than I deserve.

Resigning really is the only honourable
way out.

And what then?

I will find a new way to serve God.

Somewhere far away from here.

Ah, there you are.

Time for our chat.

My findings are to be sent to Rome in
the morning.

Lord Hawthorne has fabricated this
allegation.

And why exactly would he do that?

I cannot break the seal of the
confessional.

Then my hands are tied.

On behalf of Bishop Raynard, I'd like to
thank you for your many years of

service. It has been memorable knowing
you, if nothing else.

I have something to say.

Who went to Cambridge?

I beg your pardon?

I had a pair of these myself.

Yes, I used to like to tread the boards.
You need to know that... No.

He doesn't.

Thank you.

He really doesn't.

Mustache.

No, sure.

Ballistics confirm the rifle fired both
bullets, sir. Think about it. Quite

clearly. We need something to go on. How
ruddy, Nick. They're on the line here,

Sergeant. Ours, sir.

You're free to go.

I'm waiting for my apology.

Oh, I'm sure we'll be seeing you again.

Father, what can I do for you?

The shot into your father's study was a
miss.

So I assume you only meant to scare him,
as by all accounts you are an excellent

shot. I don't understand.

F .L.

Not as I first presumed someone's
initials, but the Footlights.

The Comedy Review Society, Cambridge.

The university from which you had just
graduated. I wasn't a member, ask

No, but somebody at the party was.

Oh.

That's where you met.

You were the love that Stanley lost.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You couldn't bear for him to go back to
prison.

So you took the second shot and left the
rifle to be found.

I think you should leave.

I will not betray your confidence.

You have my word.

I tried.

I really did.

I courted so many women and even the
publicity, so no one would ever guess

truly desired.

He was my English tutor.

And it just felt right.

You disappeared from the party.

I assume you went to find him.

Yes.

What are you doing?

When Stanley was first erected, I was
terrified the police would come after

But they never did.

And I never dared look at a man that way
again.

Where is your father?

I have no idea.

We need to find him.

Ah.

Those consequences you mentioned, I'm
going to need the negatives. What? Don't

play me for a fool.

For the photographs you sent to my wife.

I'll pay you, and then you never come
near my family ever again.

All right.

They're in my car.

Show me.

Father Featherstone, heaven's sake, may
I borrow Jude? It's an emergency.

Oh, it's the least I could do.

Your car appears to be missing.

It was never here.

You've got it all wrong, you see.

This is the consequence I was talking
about.

It's been released.

Sergeant, we need to find Donald
Hawthorne as a matter of urgency.

I've just seen him, Father. Driving up
towards Chipping Point with Stanley

Buchanan. I'm going to tell the
inspector.

We'll see you there.

Stanley, I understand now.

Lord Hawthorne didn't just report your
arrest, did he?

What do you mean?

Your father must have known about us.

A few weeks ago I swam with the man who
arrested me.

Suddenly it all made sense.

My arrest, the perjury, he set it up.

And you were protected, even though the
police found your letters. I saved you

from a life of filth. Signed your own
death warrant.

If you do this, you will hang. Don't you
see, father?

I was always going to hell with Arthur,
where I belong.

You have much to look forward to. No,
that's not true.

Who do you think got you released?

I shot at him so they would let you go.
You did what?

Will you be rid of him now?

Find someone else. Live a good life. I
don't want anyone else. Gabe.

My body is changing.

I've taken female hormones to cure me.

But you don't need to be cured.

Stanley, please, just let him go and we
can be together again. No son of mine is

queer.

Stanley, bring him to your mortal soul.

Let him go.

Hasn't he done enough damage already?

You're not worth it.

Given the injustice Stanley has
suffered, perhaps you could overlook his

intemperance. I will overlook nothing.

You will be excommunicated, you will be
back behind bars, and you will take over

the Enquirer.

I don't think so.

Not when I've got quite the story to
tell.

Lord Hawthorne's adultery shame.

Where's the proof?

Remiss of you not to check, really.

You wouldn't destroy your own legacy.

After what you've done to Stanley, it'd
be a pleasure.

Lord Hawthorne.

Everything all right, sir?

Just straightening out a little
misunderstanding, that's all.

You're not safe out here without
protection. Let me escort you home.

I don't see the point.

It's abundantly clear to me that you are
useless.

I can't believe you just did that.

Father, how can we ever repay you?

Well, there is just one small thing.

Why are your bags packed?

Oh, no, darling, they're yours.

Those photographs were taken by a
private detective, you see.

I wanted to see how genuine you were
after your indiscretion.

No, thank you.

I will never be unfaithful again.

It's immaterial now.

I've just been writing my own column.

It feels so liberating not to be
churning out your hate.

And who's going to publish you?

Oh, you, of course.

In the Enquirer. Don't be ridiculous.

I assume you want me to maintain a
dignified silence.

I know how you hate to become the story.

It would seem, Father, that I'm not as
incompatible with the church as I

thought. Thanks to you.

Well, I'm glad to have you back in the
fold.

And Lord Hawthorne has decided not to
retire after all.

He's gone back to London.

London. Best place for him.

And you're off to see the world, I hear.

With my companion?

God be with you.

Once again, Father, I can't tell you how
relieved I am that this was all a

misunderstanding.

A relief indeed.

All's well that ends... well.

Back to Chelsea?

Not for long.

I've decided to set sail to Swaziland.

Swazi, as a missionary? You gave me a
second chance, Father. From now on, I

it to God to help those who need me
most.

Well, that's very admirable indeed.

And I believe someone has a gift for
you.

Oh, yes.

Just a few strawberry scones. Award
-winning.

By way of apology for having been less
than welcoming.

How thrilling.

I do hope you'll keep in touch.

Godspeed. Goodbye.

God bless.

I don't think I could handle another
replacement, Father.

I can assure you, Miss McCarthy, I have
no intention of going anywhere.

Well, that is a relief.

You may not be as... as sprightly, but
there's no substitute for experience.