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Silence in the court.

Mr foreman, have you reached
a verdict in relation to this

indictment,
upon which you are all agreed?

We have, My Lord.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty

of the murder
of Theodore Neville-Crowley?

Guilty, My Lord.

What do you mean she just
wandered in, in the dead of night?

I feared it was an intruder,
probably driven in by the rain.

Well, you should have called
the police. Perhaps.

Luckily turned out to be a benign,
rather damp house guest,

fast asleep on my couch.

Morning, Father. Hello, Mrs M.
Good morning, Bunty.

I trust you had a good time
at the party.

Far too good by the look of her.

It was smashing, thank you.

And I'm sorry to
drop in unannounced,

I just thought it best to drive home
in the daylight.

You drove here?
I didn't see your car.

Oh, it's just parked down the lane.

Anyway, thank you so much for the
blanket, that's so sweet of you.

I really must fly.
What's the hurry? Have some toast.

And maybe a glass of water.

Oh, no, it's quite all right,
really. Toodle-oo!

I must say, Bunty,
that's not very well parked.

I just, erm,
really wanted to get home.

Did anything happen?
No, nothing I couldn't handle. Ah.

Miss Windermere, at last.

We've been looking for you
all morning.

We're here to place you
under arrest.

Arrest? What for?
Damaging a hedgerow?

For the suspected
murder of Theodore Neville-Crowley.

WHISPERS: What?

Teddy's dead?!

His body was found in his gardens
in the early hours of this morning.

He'd been bludgeoned to death.

How does this involve Bunty?

A feather stole that she was wearing

was found on the very spot
that he died.

And several witnesses say that she
was the last person

seen with him alive.

I'm sure there's a reasonable
explanation for all that.

Bunty...

..is that blood? Oh.

No. I must...

I can explain all of this.

Then I suggest you do just that,
at the police station.

Goodfellow.

You are not obliged to say anything,

but anything you do say may be put
into writing and given in evidence.

You can't seriously think
I killed him, can you?

What I think is irrelevant.
I'm only interested in the facts.

Which I will gladly give you.

Just as soon as I've
had my telephone call.

I know my rights, Inspector.

Mayfair 6291, please.

Hello, Roderick, it's me.

Is Daddy home? It's important.

The Atlas Mountains of Morocco,
of course.

How long will they be there?

Can't you get them a message?

No, that's quite all right. Um...

Thank you.

I just need one more call.
Sorry, that's your lot, I'm afraid.

Right this way, Miss Windermere.

A change of clothes for Bunty.

I assume her party dress will be
examined for evidence.

It will. Thank you, Father.

When can I see her?
She's still being questioned.

And they've been here over an hour.

Mr Neville-Crowley.

Father Brown. We've met before,
a few years ago.

Of course, at Mother's funeral.
And Father's before that.

You won't have met my wife, Margot.

Hello.

My condolences to you both.

How awful to lose your brother
in such distressing circumstances.

Thank you.

Inspector Mallory spoke with us this
morning, but we were still in shock.

He said we should come in
if we remembered anything

that might be important.
Care to share it with me?

I'm here as a friend
of Miss Penelope Windermere,

and I have no doubt that she
has been falsely accused.

Yes. Well, it does seem rather
fanciful

to think that a woman killed him.
SHE SCOFFS

Women are quite capable of violence,
Max, when provoked.

And we all know Teddy was quite
the provocateur.

The last time Teddy and I spoke,
we almost came to blows.

It seems trivial now,
but it was about a car.

It wasn't trivial,
the Jag rightly belonged to you.

Anyway,
that's not the important bit.

As I told the Sergeant,
after the party,

the Jag was driven off by one of
Teddy's so-called friends,

Charlie something.
Suspicious character.

We think he should be found
and questioned.

About your brother's murder?

Or theft?

Well, both, I should think.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Bunty. Take her to the cells,
she can change there.

And stay with her.

That doesn't sound awfully private!

I'll turn around, Miss Windermere.

She's been formally charged
with murder.

On what grounds, Inspector?

A confession.

How are you?
Oh, you know me, Father.

I've been in worse scrapes
than this before.

Inspector Mallory tells me
you confessed.

To what, exactly?

To hitting Teddy,
with a tree branch.

SHE SIGHS
Begin at the beginning.

Well, it all started so well.

The party really was good fun.

SWING MUSIC PLAYS

Welcome to Gatsby's mansion!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

We have champagne,
we have cocktails,

so drink to your heart's desire.

Ah, Max! Good of you to come! Oh,
is there going to be a skit?

You said the theme was
A Teddy Bear's Picnic.

I'm so sorry, I forgot to say
that I changed it.

Oh, and I see Margot decided to come
as herself, how imaginative.

And I see you're dressed as
a spoilt millionaire.

Not much imagination needed for
that.

She's right, you know.

I'm frightfully spoilt, you should
stay away from me.

Oh, I'm a little spoiled myself.
Oh, jolly good.

How long have you known Teddy?

Oh, barely a week.
We met at a charity do. Ah.

Yes, he likes to make new friends,
but he rarely keeps them long.

Except Charlie over there.
He's become quite the fixture.

Oh, yes, I noticed him.
Who is he? Nobody knows.

Seems a bit rough
around the edges for Teddy.

I rather like him.

VOICEOVER: It was a Great Gatsby
theme, so naturally

Teddy had cast himself
the starring role.

MUSIC STOPS, GUESTS BECOME QUIET

What kind of playboy millionaire
would Gatsby be

if he didn't offer his guests
the chance of a prize?

ALL: Ooh!

Take a look through that window.

Somewhere, ladies and gentlemen,
hidden in the gardens...

..are the keys to that car.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.

GUESTS MURMUR

Go, go, go, go!

VOICEOVER: Then we searched the
gardens for an age.

The longer it took,
the more determined we all became.

It started to get late,
and I was on my own.

Ah.

SHE EXHALES

Oh.
I bring some disappointing news. Oh?

Somebody's already found the keys.
Oh, well. Good for them.

Um, I was getting chilly anyway.
No, no, no.

Ah. Don't go in just yet. We finally
have the garden to ourselves.

Now, all I want is

one...little...kiss.

Oh! Mm! Teddy!

Quite the wildcat. I like that.

SHE SQUEALS AND WHINES

HE GROANS

Stay away from me!

It was just a bit of fun!

After that it all gets so muddled.

I'm sure I only hit Teddy once.

I could swear that I saw him
walking away.

But then I barely remember the drive
back to the presbytery.

So what if I'm wrong, Father?

What if I killed him?

Bunty, I'm convinced
you are innocent of this crime.

Which means someone else is guilty,
and I intend to find out who.

Thank you, Father.

In the meantime, I've asked Sergeant
Goodfellow to get in contact

with a family friend for me.

I only hope Daddy doesn't mind
the enormous bill when he gets home.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Ah, Bunty. Bertie. Thank you so
much for coming so quickly.

This is my friend, Father Brown.

Bertram Quinton.

No time for niceties, I'm afraid.

Bunty and I have much ground to
cover. I'll take my leave.

Well, the bad news is you've
admitted to far more than

I would've advised. But no matter.

The good news is this
Inspector Mallory is clearly

an imbecile who's
clutching at straws.

Rest assured, I'll have this absurd
charge laughed out of court.

Sergeant Goodfellow.

I'm under strict orders not to
discuss this case with you, Father.

May I at least ask if there are any
other suspects under consideration?

Maximilian, for instance,

admitted to arguing with his brother
the night of the murder.

And the sister-in-law clearly
disliked Teddy.

It seems everyone disliked him.

Look, we questioned every servant

and every guest who was
there last night.

And the mysterious Charlie
whom Maximillian mentioned?

Inspector Mallory says a dispute
over a motor vehicle

is hardly a priority in a murder
investigation.

Look, Father, I will
do my best to find him for you,

but, please, don't ask me
for anything else.

I promise I won't.

Once you've shown me
the murder scene.

I could lose my job!

All right. After my shift.

But the evidence has already been
gathered, and I hate to say

this, Father, but it all seems to
point to Miss Windermere.

Which is why it is vital that
I see the evidence for myself.

Nice try, Padre,
but it's staying under lock and key.

And if I hear of you trying to
tamper with any of it,

I'll arrest you.

I do not wish to tamper with it!

I want to find out what happened.

And you will, when the facts
are presented in court.

News, news!

News!

At last, she's here!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

REPORTERS CLAMOUR

Do you have anything to say?
CLAMOUR CONTINUES

Are you guilty, Ms Windermere?
How are you feeling? Tell us...

You've done it, didn't you? You
done it, didn't you, Ms Windermere?

I'll see you in there, sir.

Good luck on the stand, Inspector.

Enjoy the view from the public
gallery.

Glad to see you've left it to the
professionals for once.

Any progress on finding the Jaguar?

The numberplate was finally
registered.

Someone in Bath bought it.

He says the seller left a forwarding
address, in Bristol.

The Prosecution, Roger Sharpe.

By all accounts,
he lives up to his name.

Just so long as Penelope's
man is sharper.

I'm confident she's in good hands.

Where the devil are my glasses?

All rise
for His Honour, Judge Pickering.

Would the defendant please rise?

Please state your full name
for the court.

Penelope Windermere.

You are indicted with
one count of murder,

namely that on the 25th July, 1953,
you did murder one

Theodore Neville-Crowley,
contrary to common law.

Do you understand
the charges against you?

I do.

How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Ladies and gentlemen...

..a young man
with a promising future,

brutally bludgeoned to death
in the gardens of his own home

by his drunken party guest,
Miss Windermere.

Perhaps you think any lady of
good breeding would be

incapable of such an act
of savagery, but don't be deceived.

What you will find is
Miss Windermere is

a woman of low morals, who was
expelled from various schools,

who has thought nothing of having
affairs with married men.

A woman without scruples
or self-control.

But perhaps you still won't believe
murder is in her character.

Then the cold, blunt evidence
will speak for itself.

I believe this will prove
beyond a shadow of a doubt

that Miss Windermere is
guilty of this crime.

That concludes
the outline for the Prosecution.

I'll admit my client hasn't
always conducted herself

as well as she should have,
but she's a jolly good egg...

..and you'll soon see that this
charge is just...absurd.

Thank you.

Is this the spot where
Mr Neville-Crowley's lifeless body

was found? That is correct.

As you can see, ladies and
gentlemen, a grisly scene indeed.

Is this the branch, Inspector?
It is.

What would it have been used for?

Clubbing the victim to death.

Look closely at the dress.

An unmistakable
smudge of the victim's blood.

And copious amounts on his suit.

Grass stains on Teddy's suit.
Is that a question, Padre?

How did they get there?
Well, presumably from the grass.

Look, it was a party.
He was drinking.

He could have tripped and fallen.

But they're streaked,
like drag marks.

Which proves that Bunty was right -

Teddy did walk away after
she hit him.

Otherwise, how did he wind up
dead in the very same place?

What are you wittering about?

The body was moved.

He could be right, sir.

Inspector,
at least let's test the theory.

Mr Neville-Crowley was found here,
facedown,

with his head in that direction.

He could have been
dragged by his feet, from the bench.

For someone who's never
been here before,

he certainly seems to know his way
around, Sergeant.

Well, he saw the ground plan
at the court, sir.

I'll be Teddy.

Bunty has just
spurned my unwanted advance.

So I sit here, nursing my grievance
with a cigarette.

That's a good guess, Father,

because we found a pack in Teddy's
pocket, didn't we, sir?

And a half-smoked one right there.

Go on.

Will you be my assailant, Sergeant?

As you can see, it provides perfect
cover for a stealthy approach.

So I bludgeon Teddy...

Boof, boof!

Thank you, Sergeant.

HE GRUNTS

I tip forward, onto the floor,

and I'm dragged backwards to the
spot where Bunty first hit me.

Firstly, this is the victim's home.

He could have smoked that
cigarette at any time.

And secondly, if he was killed here,

there would have been
blood on the bench.

But it rained heavily
earlier that morning.

Either way, the evidence is gone.

Dropped cigarettes and grass
stains are hardly grounds to reopen

a case, especially one that's
already gone to trial.

So, if you don't mind, I'm
going back to the court.

He's right, Father.

Even if we do find something,
it's too late.

But they haven't
reached a verdict yet.

To help Bunty, Sergeant,
we must be bold,

even in defiance
of Inspector Mallory.

There's still a lead in Bristol.

Come along, Goodfellow!

All right.

You hardly cross-examined them.

Who? Anyone!

Bertie!

No point disputing the
hard evidence.

It's the witness statements
where the real fun begins.

Stiffen your sinews, my dear,
we're going to win this.

We reconvene in ten minutes.

Must spend a penny first.

I know a drunkard when I see one.

It's not all the time.

It seems it's just when
he's stepping into court.

Well, that's not much
use to you, now, is it?

But what else am I to do?
Bertie's my last hope.

Father Brown is out there right now.

He will not rest until
he finds the killer.

Oh, Bunty.

He won't let you down, I promise.

Charlie Reid?

May we come in?

What's with the priest?

I'm taking a keen interest
in the Neville-Crowley murder case.

I've been following it in
the papers, same as everyone.

Is this about the Jag?

I won it fair and square.

You're the only guest we never
questioned after the party, sir.

If you're asking what
I saw that night, I didn't.

Teddy was pratting about
with his posh mates.

If you don't mind my saying,

you don't seem to have
liked him very much,

and yet you spent
a lot of time with him.

May I ask where you first met?

At a poker game,

about six months back. So what?

Because I checked
Teddy's bank records

and he'd been withdrawing
�20 a month in cash

for the past six months.

Nothing to do with me.

I believe in a lot of
things, Mr Reid,

but coincidence isn't one of them.

Was Teddy paying you off, perhaps?

A gambling debt?

Something worse?

Does it look like I was
getting that kind of money?

Forgive the observation, but
gamblers have a habit of losing it.

I've got a family,
I look after them.

Look, Teddy was from
a different world.

It was fun being around
that for a while.

But the only thing I got
from him was that car,

which I sold to put
food on the table.

Now, unless I'm being
charged with something,

I think we're done here.

Mr Neville-Crowley,

on the night in question,
what interaction, if any,

did you see taking place between
your brother and Ms Windermere?

They were talking,
laughing, dancing together.

Dancing closely?

Yes, I'd say there was an obvious
attraction between them.

That's why, later, when I
saw Teddy follow Bunty...

Sorry, Ms Windermere.

..through the garden, I assumed
he wished to be alone with her.

For what purpose? My brother was
never short of female company.

So, you believe he followed
her with amorous intent?

I'm sure of it.

And that's the last time
I saw him alive.

Thank you. No further questions.

Mr Neville-Crowley,

you argued with your
brother the night he died.

What about? Well, he was
being utterly vile.

TEDDY LAUGHS

How could you?!

That car's the one thing
Father promised me, Teddy.

Pity there's no mention of
it in the will.

So I suggest you run along
and join the hunt.

Would you say you were angry
enough to kill him? No. My Lord!

After all, your brother's death
makes you a very wealthy man.

Mr Quinton, the witness is
not on trial, the defendant is.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
please disregard those last remarks.

Best keep this from Bunty.

She is in need of some good
news and soon.

Which still evades me.

So, for now, I must
observe all I can.

I have been making some
observations of my own.

Excuse me.

Hand it over.

I beg your pardon?

You may have it back
when all this is done.

Now, I have no idea what your
problem is, and I don't care.

All I care about is Penelope.

Her future, maybe even her
life, is dependent on you.

So...

..you'd better do your
very best for that girl,

or you will have me to answer to.

You liked Mr Neville-Crowley,
didn't you?

Yes, at first, I did.

And what was it you
liked about him?

His good looks?

His money? That's important
to you, isn't it?

Not as important as
kindness or humour.

Oh, come, come.

You were enticed by
his lavish home, weren't you?

You clearly enjoyed his hospitality.

So, what exactly did you expect

when you went off alone
into the gardens with him?

I didn't. He followed me.

But you can't have been
surprised when he did so.

You were seen flirting
with him all evening.

That didn't give him the
right to try and force me.

He forced you, did he?

Why would a rich, handsome man find
the need to force any woman?

You've heard the evidence that
Theodore had no shortage of offers.

He tried to kiss me and I said no.

And when he went right on kissing
you, you scratched his face

and then you struck him
with a branch.

I just wanted him to stop.
Did you strike him? Yes or no.

Yes.

You'd been drinking champagne.

So much so that you later
drove your car into a hedge,

isn't that correct? Yes.

So, it's fair to say that
your memory of what happened is

far from reliable.

Yes, but... You were drunk
and Teddy pushed you too far,

and that made you angry,
didn't it, Ms Windermere?

Just like you're angry right now.

You struck him over and over again.

No! You killed him, didn't you?

No! But I'm not sorry I hit him.

ATTENDEES MURMUR

No further questions, My Lord.

Mrs Neville-Crowley.

Are you all right?
Call me Margot, please, Father.

I loathe my married name.

No woman should be treated
like that, guilty or not.

You believe that Bunty
could have killed Teddy?

I believe, if she did,
he deserved it.

He was an utter cad.

He tried his luck with me once,
you know, after I married Max.

I rebuffed him, of course.

But not every woman has
been so fortunate.

There was that nasty
business in Oxford.

What business was that?

Accusations were made
by a female student.

Teddy was questioned,

but, naturally, the police
believed his word over hers.

Twas ever thus.

You don't remember her name, do you?

The student?

Yes, I believe it was Lucy.

Lucy Reid.

My sister.

She was the first one in my
family to go to university.

She was beautiful.

Happy.

Till he ruined her.

She killed herself last year.

I'm sorry.

May God have mercy on
her eternal soul.

You can keep your sympathy, Father.

You lot treated her like dirt
when she was expecting.

Your little girl...

She's Teddy's?!

Not that he cared.

So, I made him care.

Made him pay for what was right.

The �20 a month.

It's all been going into
savings, all of it,

to give that girl a future
her mother should've had.

But how did you get him to pay up?

It was easier than I thought.

I roughed him up a bit,

said if he called the police,
they would know what he did.

One look at that kid and
they'd know she was his.

Besides, their blood type
would've matched.

After that, he was scared stiff.

I'd crash his parties,

have the run of the place.

You enjoyed tormenting him.

Why not?

After what he did to Lucy?

It sounds to me like you had
every reason to kill him.

No.

I hated him...

..but he was paying up nicely.

Why ruin a good thing?

I swear to you...

..I didn't kill him.

Do you believe him, Father?

His loyalty is to his family.

Who would provide for them
if he was charged with murder?

He could've still lost his temper.

After six months with Teddy?

No, Charlie's revenge was slow...

..considered.

The murder was frenzied,
a crime of passion.

Sergeant, he's innocent,

I'm sure of it.

Then we're no closer to the truth.

Penelope tells me you
have never lost a case.

What happened, Mr Quinton?

Happened? I don't know what you
mean. Nothing happened.

In my experience, men are rarely
driven to drink for no good reason.

An arsonist set fire
to an empty building.

I got him off on a technicality.

Weeks later, he did it again.

A whole family
erased because of me.

This is my first trial since.

I suppose I just needed a
little Dutch courage.

You've not had a drink for 24 hours.

That took courage, didn't it?

Still no joy from Bristol?

I thought we were close.

If I could only go back to
the beginning, somehow.

Mr Quinton,

the evidence admitted in
court, is it still here?

It is indeed.

But before you ask, it's against the
law for you to go anywhere near it.

Sometimes the law fails
the innocent.

You should know that
better than anyone.

Yes, I do.

But what you're asking is
completely unethical.

And under no circumstances can
I tell you what you're

looking for is in storage room D
at the end of the corridor.

Father, can you please be quick?

Or we'll both end up in the dock,
right next to Penelope.

It would be a different trial,

but I take your point.

Odd.

What?

Blood on the socks.

Well, there was blood everywhere.

On the suit, near the head
wound, as you'd expect.

But why blood on the socks,

when there's none on
the hems of his trousers?

Unless...

Unless what?

Pursuing your own
inquiries behind my back.

Taking unauthorised trips to
Bristol with Father Brown!

And what exactly did you
achieve by this?!

Nothing, sir.

We let the suspect go.

KNOCKING ON DOOR
You let him go.

Of course you did,

because the pair of you were
barking up the wrong tree!

Barking up the wrong tree,
but in the right neck of
the woods, Inspector.

I think I've dis... I don't care!

You've tried my
patience enough, Padre.

Sir, please...

I might have known you'd
side with him.

It's not about sides, sir.

It's about Ms Windermere.

Thank you, Inspector.

Sometimes you have to build
the whole jigsaw puzzle to find

out the piece that's missing.

Spare me the riddles
and get to the point.

What's missing?

Something that will prove
Bunty's innocence.

But I need you and your
men's help to find it.

Ms Windermere is guilty.

Oh, come on, ladies and
gentlemen, we all know it.

She is guilty of being a woman
who dares to speak her mind.

She is guilty of being
young and spirited.

Guilty of much impropriety.

Sometimes she likes to dance
and drink too much champagne.

But a murderess she is not.

Merely a woman cornered
in a darkened garden

by a man with only one
thing in mind.

She struck him, once, then fled.

If she were the killer,
why admit to striking him at all?

If she were so devious,

why leave an article of her
own clothing at the scene?

And why was she not covered
from head to toe in his blood?

Ladies and gentlemen, we're not
here to determine who killed
Mr Neville-Crowley,

only to decide whether there is
enough evidence to convict

this woman.

Judge her character, if you will,

but do not condemn her for a crime
of which she is entirely innocent.

This is absurd.

It's like looking for
a needle in a haystack.

Haystack...

Sergeant, did you say that the
gardener discovered the body?

Yeah, that's right, Father.

He said he'd been mowing the lawn.

If you think I'm putting my hands
in that, you're very much mistaken.

As you wish, Inspector.

I'm sure Bunty will completely
understand your fastidiousness.

The jury may now retire to
make your deliberations.

Come on, Father, where are you?

As I thought, there's
nothing to be found.

Let's go, Goodfellow.

Just a few more minutes, sir.

Sergeant, I'm ordering you to
desist, immediately!

Deo gratias,

I think I've found it.

COURT MURMURS

That was quick.

Is that a good thing?

Hey, get this tractor moved.
It won't start. You can't move it?

No. You'll have to turn
around, Goodfellow.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty

of the murder of
Theodore Neville-Crowley?

Guilty, My Lord.
DOOR BURSTS OPEN

Wait, My Lord, wait! What's the
meaning of this, Inspector?

Apologies for the interruption,

but I have new evidence that has
a significant bearing on the case.

My Lord, we've already
reached a verdict.

Thank you, Mr Sharpe,
I'm aware of that.

This is highly irregular, Inspector.

But I will hear this evidence.

Mr Sharpe, Mr Quinton,
please join me in my chambers.

We should go.

Mrs Neville-Crowley, will
you come with me, please?

We have some questions for you.

What about?

I remember when we first met.

You won't have met my wife, Margot.

Hello.

It was the day after Teddy's death
and you were wearing gloves.

And yet you take such pride
in your colourful nails.

SHE SCOFFS

This is absurd.

Quite.

Could someone please explain
what the devil is going on?

I shall, if you'll permit me.

I believe the gloves
concealed an injury,

when you tore off a single nail

and lost in the grass
at Teddy's estate.

That could be anyone's.

May I see your hands, please,
Mrs Neville-Crowley?

It can take up to six months
for a natural one to grow back.

What on Earth does that prove?

A brittle fingernail
could easily snap off

as you dragged Teddy's dead
weight across the lawn.

It was natural to assume that
all the blood on Teddy's

clothes was his own.

And I suspect that the blood on
the sock will be your blood type.

I saw him follow Bunty that night.

Someone had to stop him.

BUNTY SQUEALS

I wanted to help her.
But she didn't need it.

TEDDY GROANS

She fought back.

You, stay away from me! Steady
on, it was just a bit of fun!

I decided to do the same.

TEDDY GROANS

No.

Margot...

..tell them it's not true.

It can't be true.

Why would you kill Teddy for that?

Because it had happened before.

What Teddy did to Lucy,
what he tried to do to Bunty...

..did he do the same to you?

I didn't want you to know.

I didn't want anyone to know!

Oh, my darling...

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry!
SHE SOBS

I didn't come forward
because I was afraid.

When Bunty was arrested,

I prayed they wouldn't have
enough to convict her.

I don't expect her to forgive me.

I don't forgive myself.

Do you truly repent of your sins?

I do, Father.

I do repent.

Then God will forgive you.

Ms Windermere, in light of new,
compelling evidence which

throws your conviction into doubt,
I am now going to allow you

bail whilst the police make urgent
enquiries, pending an appeal.

You are free to go at this time.

Oh, Father.

I should've known you'd
do it. You always do.

It was a joint effort,
I can assure you.

Thank you so much. Both of you.

All in a day's work,
Ms Windermere.

And I for one never
doubted your innocence.

Now, I've emptied it
and given it a good clean,

so it's up to you if
you wish to fill it again.

Thank you, Mrs McCarthy, but I
think I'll be just fine without it.

Hear, hear.

And from now on, I shall
steer clear of champagne.

After tonight, of course.

Well, I can celebrate, can't I?

Will that girl never learn?

THEY CHUCKLE