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BEES BUZZ

Morning, ladies! What have you got for me today?

Oh, dear.

Oh, that's not good.

FATHER BROWN: Hello? Anyone at home?

Shambu, darling, could you...?

I am busy!

Fine!

Father Brown!

What brings you to my home sweet home?

Mrs McCarthy's busy baking for the church fete

but she's run out of sugar.

May I possibly cadge some honey?

Of course! Will you come into my parlour’?

Miss May!

I have a bone to pick with you.

Morning, Father. - Morning, Miss Slither.

Yet again, your wretched bees have been in my garden.

Darling, bees are attracted to fragrant, colourful places.

I don't think they'd go in your garden.

Well, they've made a nest under my eaves!

A nest? You jest.

I've seen it. I have extremely good eyesight.

Indeed, you can even see things that aren't there.

We could have a quick inspection.

Fair enough.

Shambu! Could we borrow the ladder?

Oh, Hannah, dear, could you help hold the ladder for Miss May?

Best not. I might be tempted to shake it.

EILEEN: Hannah!

Ah.

Well, Miss Slither, you do have visitors.

A family of house martins.

Still, you did always struggle with the birds and the bees.

It was an easy mistake to make.

SHE SNORTS

WOOD CRACKS - SHE SCREAMS

SHE THUDS

ls she here yet?

Not yet, any minute.

She's been discharged.

Well, I've managed to make the house spick and span

though I'm not at all sure what Penelope has done in the garden.

I am fagged.

Why do we have to go to all this effort?

Because Miss May is a much-loved member of the parish.

And a generous donor to St Mary's.

Oh, I see.

So she writes a cheque, and we all have to tug our forelocks.

No!

Well... yes.

But she is a very kind lady.

Look at the way she rescued that poor boy, Shambu.

Dragged him from the gutter in Calcutta.

Ahem.

FATHER BROWN: Sham bu.

Have you got everything you need?

I think so. But there is one thing that's worrying me.

Yes?

Well, my mother's bed is on the top floor, but she won't be able to manage the stairs.

I wonder...

Uh... - I'll help.

Always happy to muck in.

Thank you.

For your information, Shambu is not from Calcutta

he's from the province of Malpur.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

I'm sure they have a much better class of gutter there.

BEATTIE: Oh, darlings!

It's so good to be home!

Do you ever go back to India?

I've never been. Not since I was a baby.

That's a shame.

My Aunt Fliss says it's a magical country.

You know... we're sort of in the same boat, you and I.

Far from home.

I'm stuck in Kembleford until I'm ready to spread my wings.

I don't think my mother will ever allow me to spread my wings.

Oh.

Suppose I have to go be nice to the wretched woman.

Only because it fulfils your petit-bourgeois sense of obligation.

I don't know why your mother sent you to that university.

All you've learned is how to sneer at people.

Sorry, Auntie Eileen.

I was going to take her a cake

but I had a bit of difficulty with the ingredients

and it just doesn't look right.

I'm sure Miss May will understand. - Mm...

You put your heart into it.

Yes. It was made with love...

so I'm sure it'll taste delicious.

Now, there's sandwiches and soup in the kitchen

and should you need to get anyone's attention...

BELL RINGS - Thank you! I shall ring it constantly.

Mother!

Oh, my sweet knight.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Shall I answer the door?

Well, we could all just lie here and pretend to be dead, but go on.

BUNTY GIGGLES

Oh, Miss May! It's awful to see you in such a state.

So, I've made you a Battenberg.

You really shouldn't have.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any pink food colouring

so it's all a bit monochrome, I'm afraid.

You didn't have any yellow food colouring either.

I mean, this is a beige Battenberg.

Uh, would you put it in the kitchen

next to that delicious chocolate gateau from the WI?

It's a very nice plate.

Oh, thank you...

And you've brought Hannah! How is my favourite little palindrome?

Very well, thank you.

But I hope you're not in too much pain.

It's sad to see you looking so... helpless.

Oh no, darling.

Even when I'm in a wheelchair, I'm still in complete control

of everything about me.

My cup runneth over.

Sorry, she's just a bit overwrought with university

but if you need any errands running...

Actually, I think I may be able to help.

Bunty's promised to give me driving lessons, so I can be your chauffeur.

Absolutely not. I've told you.

You're not allowed to drive until you are 21.

But that's ridiculous! I'm twenty-- - BELL RINGS

Enough! You are far too precious.

Which is why I've invited my solicitor around to talk about your future.

Falling off a ladder makes you think about these things.

If you're expecting a visitor, perhaps we'd better leave.

Thank you. Yes, it has been a long day.

Don't forget, we're just on the end of a telephone.

Yes.

Ah, but not you, Bunty. I have a job for you.

Oh, really?

DOOR SHUTS - How would you like to commit a murder?

I want you to kill the queen bee.

Whatever for?

Well, there comes a time when the queen grows tired and old

and as she starts to fade, the whole hive falls apart.

They know the end is near.

Now, in nature, the bees do the deed themselves

but it's an agonising end.

And I prefer to do it humanely, with my finger and thumb.

Oh, gosh.

Beekeeping does seem to be a brutal sort of hobby.

Oh, no, darling!

Death is just nature's way of spring cleaning.

Now then, you and I are both queens.

Fabulous, flamboyant creatures

and those around us are only too happy to serve us.

So, will you do it, darling?

I'll try my best.

Good.

Because Shambu wouldn't dare - he's terrified of them.

Now then, you'll need the smoker.

Nothing subdues those bees like spearmint-scented smoke.

OK, bees. I mean you no harm.

Well, most of you.

SHE EXHALES Right.

HE YELLS

BEE BUZZES Ow!

So, the queen gets to live another day, does she?

I couldn't even get close to her... BUNTY WINCES

I thought you were wearing protective clothing.

I was! But it think there must have been a hole in it.

"The queen bee can lay up to 2000 eggs a day

attended as she is by an entourage of chefs, nursemaids

and other workers."

Well, Miss May certainly has her entourage.

I don't know why she's so hard on Shambu.

It's almost as if he's her prisoner.

She worries about his future.

I suppose that's why she invited the solicitor round.

Oh, it's you.

Still carrying on with your criminal practice?

Still getting away with it.

You two deserve each other.

Darling! You look dreadful.

Oh, darling! Well, so do you.

But at least with me, it's only temporary.

SHE GIGGLES

So, what's all this about you wanting a new will?

Oh, no, not a will, a codicil.

An addendum, an amendum, a grumbling appendix.

Are you on very strong medication?

Oh, no, darling. It's this business of Shambu‘s legacy.

I've heard too many stories about precious jewels going walkabouts

from bank vaults, so I have hidden it somewhere in the house.

That's really not a good idea.

I could store it in my safe. - SHE SCOFFS

No, darling, I've heard too many stories about you.

No, it is safely stashed away, but just in case the angels come calling

I've written a message to Shambu that leads to it.

And I want you to add this to my bundle.

Well, this is gibberish. What is it? Dutch? Double Dutch?

Shambu should be able to work it out.

Well, this is all very...

Er, where do I put my cigarette?

Oh.

My neighbour's Battenberg.

Now, it may not be tasty, but hopefully it's flame retardant.

THEY LAUGH

Ooh! SHE GIGGLES

Naughty boy!

How's your book?

Fascinating.

On a given day, the female bees all rise up against their useless male drones

and slaughter them, without mercy.

We could learn a lot from bees.

Now... I've made a casserole for Miss May.

She won't be fit to do any cooking for a while, and Shambu...

Well, Shambu‘s a man.

DOOR OPENS

Hello?

Oh!

Bunty, darling.

Oh, no, you mustn't bring that thing in here.

It's...

Oh, it's you...

What on Earth are you...

MUFFLED CRIES

SHE KNOCKS

Bunty. - Hello!

I have bought you some sustenance, courtesy of Mrs M.

It's a lamb casserole

so fresh it was frolicking in the fields only yesterday.

Thank you.

Do you smell smoke?

THEY COUGH

Mother?

BUNTY GROANS

Mother?

Mother!

Mother!

Mother! No!

HE SPEAKS LATIN

In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.

I gather the deceased was released from hospital today.

Yes, she was.

Was she very ill?

Could she, perhaps, have died peacefully in her sleep?

Doubtful.

There was a bee-keeper's smoker left on the bedside table

possibly by an intruder.

And, if you look into her eyes, there are burst blood vessels

normally associated with asphyxiation.

My thoughts exactly.

Now, perhaps you can...

BEE BUZZES

You alright, sir?

ls there a bee in here?

Well, quite possibly.

My old granny used to keep bees, she said...

"Be nice to the bee, stay happy and gay, and it will fly merrily on its way."

Did she?

Good old Granny Goodfellow.

Well, if this wasn't a crime scene, I'd grab a newspaper...!

HE CRIES

BEE BUZZES - Inspector?

I've just been stung on the neck.

BEE BUZZES

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Or something stronger?

No, I don't drink.

I just keep thinking this is a dream...

We've just seen the ambulance! Has something happened to Miss May?

Miss May has...

has gone to meet her maker.

HANNAH GASPS Oh, no!

Oh, you poor, poor thing!

Hello.

My car broke down, and then I saw an ambulance.

ls everything...

Beattie!

So, who would want to kill Miss May?

She was so funny and friendly and... fabulous.

Well, I'm never one to speak ill of the dead

but she had quite a tongue on her.

And poor Miss Slither was always on the receiving end of it.

But they were neighbours all their lives. Why wait 6O years to silence her?

There's something odd about Shambu.

When I arrived at the house, he was rooting through the cocktail cabinet

but then later, he said he didn't drink.

And he was going on about wanting his freedom.

Freedom is a possible motivation

but would it not be easier to simply pack a suitcase?

And then there's Miss Slither's niece.

Well, she always struck me as a very strange fish indeed.

And there was that conversation she had.

Miss May said "my cup runneth over" and then she ran away.

There is another possible motive...

Money.

Miss May was a very wealthy woman.

She inherited her house and a considerable sum of money from her father

and she spent ten years working for that man...

The Maharajah of Malpur.

And she was in the process of changing her will.

She'd invited her solicitor around.

Ah! Solicitor? Is that what you call him?

Well, I would call him-- - RONNIE COUGHS

Mr Grunion?

Father Brown. Miss Windermere.

Mrs McCarthy.

My condolences.

I understand you were very close to Miss May.

She was a truly magical presence.

I can't believe she's now... an absence.

If you don”: mind my asking, what were you discussing with her?

She wanted to add something to her will.

A message, in code, that would lead Shambu to a valuable item of jewellery.

Do you have this coded message?

I refused to take it. It was incomprehensible.

Ah, Mr Grunion. We're ready for you, sir.

Well, I didn't see any secret message.

No, though there was a still-smouldering smoker.

An hour ago, the killer came in here, wondering how to get away with murder.

That's odd. - What?

The bee suit's gone.

Well, presumably, whoever it was put on the suit, picked up the smoker

so that if they were caught in the act, they would be invisible.

Something else.

What? - The ladder.

Shambu removed it before I could examine it.

And? - Well, I thought Miss May fell off the rung

because it was rotten.

But it's been cut through - cleanly and deliberately.

Heavens!

So you think that wasn't an accident?

Indeed.

Who would benefit from Miss May's departure?

MRS MCCARTHY: Mr Grunion.

Hello.

Oh, Father Brown. You as well?

I was most surprised to be summonsed, I...

I can't imagine why-- - Ahem.

So, shall we begin?

As you know, Beattie had a theatrical streak.

And so she has recorded her last will and testament on tape.

BEATTIE ON TAPE: Hello there, my darlings!

Sorry I'm dead.

But I have some mementos from the other side.

To Father Brown, I bequeath all my books

as you're the one person 5 know who couid understand them.

Thank you, Miss May.

To Mrs McCarthy, my supply of honey, so y0u‘|l never run short again.

Oh!

That'll be... useful.

And to Bunty, my collection of fur coats,

Every girl should be able to slip into some sable.

Gosh!

Now, to my neighbour, Miss Slither, and her niece...

£' 100.

For a new wardrobe, or possibly cosmetic surgery.

MRS MCCARTHY GASPS - Typical!

She gives with one hand and strangles me with the other.

To Shambu, I leave the rest of my estate.

And I have an announcement.

You are not, as I have always told you

the son of a beggar man.

Your father was.”

the Maharajah of Malpur.

But your mother died in childbirth

and your father died of grief shortly afterwards.

He wanted you to grow up, not knowing the trappings of wealth

or the pressures of royal blood, so I was sworn to secrecy.

But he does have a gift for you,

A diamond, as bright as the morning star.

And/ wish you all the love in the world.

Good night, my dear darling, good night,

There is a slight... complication.

Miss May wanted to give me a message in code

that would lead to this diamond.

But I felt unable to accept it

and I believe it is now lost.

It doesn't matter.

You've got the house and the money

but more than that, you've got your freedom!

Finally your life can begin! - DOOR OPENS

Inspector! I'm in the middle of confidential legal proceedings.

We too have legal matters to attend to, don't we, Sergeant?

GOODFELLOW: Shambu Maier? - Yes?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Miss Beattie May.

You do not have to say anything un|ess-- - No!

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

This way, sir. - Get off me! I'm innocent!

Padre.

Before you go in, I must warn you to restrict your conversation

to spiritual matters.

Yes. Although, of course, l consider all things to be spiritual.

DO you?

Well, l see this young man as a cold-blooded killer.

Having examined the house, it seems he made multiple attempts

on his mother's life.

The ladder she used had been vandalised, causing her accident.

Her whiskey had been laced with laxatives.

You know, Inspector, I can't help but notice

you always seem to arrest the brown-skinned people.

MALLORY: That is irrelevant!

We don't care if someone is black or white, rich or poor...

BUNTY: Innocent or guilty?

Penelope...

I'll wait in the car.

OFFICER: Father Brown.

How's the pain in your neck, sir?

Which one, Sergeant?

Would you like me to hear confession, Mr Maier?

I just want someone to hear me. - I'm listening.

The Inspector believes that I murdered my mother.

That I cut the ladder and put pills in her whiskey.

Did you? - I did both of those things, but...

not to murder her - they were practical jokes!

Dangerous jokes, Shambu.

The thing is - she was holding the ladder upside down.

She was supposed to step on the bottom rung and fall over.

And the whiskey... I did that weeks ago

and I was just about to throw it away when Bunty interrupted me.

Why did you do these things?

Because I was angry.

Because she would not give me any freedom.

And now... I know she was just keeping a promise to my father.

I believe your mother had a dispute with her solicitor?

Not that I know of.

But she did have an argument with Miss Slither.

How could you be so cruel! How could you?

Oh, please, it was a long time ago!

Have some of this, what do you call it?

Cake!

I don't want anything from you!

And mark my words - your sins will find you out!

FATHER BROWN: What did she mean?

I don't know.

My mother argued with a lot of people.

Father, am I going to hang for this?

Shambu...

I will do everything in my power to prevent it.

Father Brown! Er, do come in.

It can be a shock to lose someone close to us.

Especially if we part on unhappy terms.

I wouldn't say that.

We did occasionally have words, but we'd always forget and move on.

Some things cannot be forgotten.

Sometimes, our sins will find us out.

Oh, dear.

Our little ding-dong must have been louder than I thought.

Ding-dong? - Well...

I'd gone round to see if Miss May needed anything

and we got talking, about the old days. The Great War.

And I said how awful it was, all those young men forced to sign up.

And she mentioned that they used to have a gardener who was a conscientious objector

a very brave thing to be in those days.

Only she thought that was wrong...

so she told her father, who had him sacked.

And so the poor man had no choice but to enlist.

And he did.

And he died.

On a field in Flanders.

I too was in Flanders.

Many hopes and dreams were buried in the mud.

And the thought that she had sent someone there...

I... I was furious.

Furious?

Not so much that I wanted to kill her, though I can see why someone

might be tempted.

But we have to forgive, don't we?

And say nice things at the funeral.

Yes.

And on that note, she has made a rather unusual request.

Per misericord/am Def, requiescat in pace.

ALL: Amen.

MRS MCCARTHY: What can she have been thinking of?

"Wear pink, not black."

How can anyone express grief looking like a chrysanthemum?

I think that's the idea.

She didn't want us in widow's weeds, shedding dreary tears

as we sing some dirge.

She wanted an ad hoc cocktail party.

I had to dig this out from right at the back of my wardrobe

but I'm glad that I did.

I'd forgotten that bright colours can make you feel brighter.

Oh, that's true.

Two minutes, and don't try any funny business.

Oh, Shambu, it's so good to see you.

Albeit in unfortunate circumstances.

But I've just been on the phone to my father and he knows a solicitor, who--

They're coming! - BEES BUZZ

BUNTY: He means the bees! They're swarming!

Nobody move!

BEES BUZZ - There's nothing to worry about, folks!

l promise you if we all stay absolutely still, they will move on.

BEES BUZZ

Thank you, Sergeant.

You're welcome, Father.

My granny used to say that bees liked bright colours

they found 'em soothing.

Thanks to Miss May's dress code today, nobody has got stung.

Well, l, for one, feel as if I've been to the opera

not a funeral.

Hm. In the beehive, there is no time for grief.

When a queen dies, the nurse bees make royal jelly for the next queen.

And the workers guard the precious substance.

So, was Miss May killed for her precious substance? The diamond?

Quite possibly.

If I had to put money on who stole that code

I'd lay bets it was Ronnie Grunion.

By all accounts, he's more of a swindler than he is a solicitor.

Well, we don't have the code, but we can still look for the diamond.

If the killer is looking for it too...

find one, and we may find the other.

So, the killer came in here, with the smoker...

Just a minute.

If the killer was carrying the smoking device as cover, why leave it behind?

Good point, Mrs McCarthy.

MAN COUGHS

I know that cough.

Hello!

What exactly are you doing?

I heard voices and didn't know if you were friend or foe.

And what were you doing in the house in the first place?

I am... I am responsible for Miss May's estate

and so naturally, I was carrying out a full... inventory.

And what were you really doing in the house?

Oh, alright.

It's this business of the missing legacy.

Beattie can't tell us where it is.

Shambu may never get to inherit.

What if it's stashed in some mattress, and ends up on the dump?

So you did steal the message!

No, I did not!

But I know it was written on that writing pad

so perhaps she left a first draft, or some kind of clue.

You mean she left an imprint.

How do we know we can trust him?

FATHER BROWN: We don't. So we keep him close to us.

"My cup runneth over"...

Father?

Erm, I won't be a moment...

I'm so sorry, my aunt is having a lie down.

No need to apologise. May I come in?

Um, well, the place is a bit of a mess--

Not to worry.

It must have been a shock for your aunt, losing a lifelong friend.

I suppose it must.

And what did you think about Miss May?

I hardly knew her.

I mean, I sometimes saw her around.

And yet you implied you would be happy to knock her off her ladder.

Only in jest!

You met her, on the 6th of June

at a tearoom near Tawny Lake, "My Cup Hunneth Over".

Was that to discuss your relationship with Shambu?

I haven't got a relationship with Shambu.

But I despised the way she treated him.

And at Easter, I heard Indira Gandhi give a talk on colonialism at my university.

And it made me think of the way Shambu was subjugated.

So I decided to be brave, and I wrote him a letter.

I had a reply, suggesting we meet at "My Cup Hunneth Over".

And I was so excited.

Only it wasn't Shambu.”

Darling!

Oh, that dress is beautiful.

But it doesn't suit you.

What do you want?

To discuss this... character assassination.

So, I am a quasi-imperialist pedagogue? Goodness!

I mean every word.

I know you do.

You're so adorable and so deluded.

Shambu is not for you.

I'm sure you'll find someone, a dull librarian

but stay away from my son.

FATHER BROWN: Did you consider revenge?

I did. But I'm nowhere near brave enough.

And I hope they find the killer soon, because...

Shambu could end up with a rope round his neck.

So, we've got all the letters now.

A-F-l-U.

Which spells, "A fiu arrt fo souh ryygt nr"...

blah-di-blah-di-blah.

It could be an anagram?

What? With 64 letters?

We could be here till doomsday.

If there are 64 letters, why not arrange them in eight rows of eight?

Oh, any other little jobs you want doing?

BUNTY: What are you thinking?

Ah, well... a bee does a complex dance to lead its fellow foragers to nectar.

Well, she's certainly leading us a dance.

Yeah, but this was intended for Shambu.

How did Miss May address him?

She called him her knight!

Her "sweet, precious knight."

I believe she was teaching him chess.

The knight moves two squares, and then one square at right angles.

I believe we have to negotiate these letters as a knight moves on a chessboard.

That's preposterous! There must be millions of combinations.

MRS MCCARTHY: Well, I'll have you know, I set the crossword for the parish magazine

so if anyone can unscramble an anagram, it...

Oh, wait a minute.

I think I'm seeing something...

"For you to find your fortune, you must face your late father."

Well, we are facing him. Handsome devil.

FATHER BROWN: Luckily, no-one else has been digging.

So we're one step ahead of whoever stole the code.

So what do we do now?

Dig.

MRS MCCARTHY: Penelope!

Will you please bend your knees?

You're just storing up trouble for yourself in later life.

Thank you, Mrs M!

Could I have a look at the code?

I've been counting.

"For you to find your fortune, you must face your late father."

That's 48 letters. Shouldn't it be 64?

What if we start the knight from the other side of the board...

Ooh, eh...

"Your late father...

has a gift for you.

To find your fortune, you must face your...

your fear."

Bees!

Shambu‘s terrified of bees.

Oh, no!

This was her pride and joy.

Who would...?

The same person who took her life has taken her treasure.

What kind of barbarian could...?

Someone who was deeply hurt by Miss May.

After all, she did have a sting in her tail.

Not with me, she didn't!

At our last meeting, we just sat and joked and...

and stubbed our cigarettes out on her neighbour's Battenberg.

Miss Slithers' cake?

It was mean, I know, but it's not as if Miss Slither was gonna see us.

Auntie Eileen!

That's strange. She must have slipped out.

But we have just had the most marvellous news!

Shambu is being released.

Ah. - My father knows a solicitor

and it turns out he knows the chief constable.

He gave Inspector Mallory quite a talking to.

ls your aunt aware of this? - Oh, yes.

Sergeant Goodfellow just came round to tell us.

Cup of tea?

Yes, please.

KETTLE CLINKS

WATER POURS

WOMAN'S VOICE: Hello there, my darling!

A first class single to Marrakesh, please.

Hello there, my darling!

A first class single to Marrakesh, please...

Excellent impersonation.

Although I think Miss May would have something to say about her clothes

being strewn around.

Oh, you're confusing me with someone who cares.

That woman had a black hole instead of a heart.

She had a very cruel streak.

Mm.

And she caused terrible harm to someone who you cared about.

Someone whose picture you kept hidden for many years.

EILEEN SNIFFLES

His name was Billy.

And yes, he was their family gardener.

But he was also my lover.

We used to spend hours together, when no-one was looking.

Only someone was looking.

FATHER BROWN: Miss May. - EILEEN: Of course.

I never knew why Billy changed his mind, and decided to go to war.

Back then, he told me he had to see the world.

But last week, I came to see Miss May because she was being vile to my niece

who has feelings for Shambu.

And I told her how precious young love is

and how heartbroken I had been...

and she finally told me the whole story.

She knew that Billy was in love with me.

You‘ re a coward. - And she didn't just have him sacked...

she had him humiliated.

And with no job, he had no choice.”

but to sign up and die.

And an hour after she revealed this to you, she herself was dead.

An intruder went into Miss May's room...

with a smoker.

Oh, it's you!

MUFFLED CRIES

FATHER BROWN: They placed a pillow over her face

and pressed down... hard

until they didn't need to press down anymore.

And then they took the secret code

knowing that that would tead to untold wealth.

And anyone could have done that.

You have no proof.

Indeed.

Except a small detail gave you away.

There was a Battenberg cake

with cigarettes stubbed out in it on the bedside table.

Only it wasn't there when they found her body.

You couldn't bear other people seeing her desecration of your cake.

So, you put down the smoker

and took the cake.

One last indignity.

Well, she can't hurt me now.

I solved her code in three days, you know?

I knew it was something to do with chess. Her "sweet, precious knight".

And when a queen dies...

another takes her place.

So now it's my turn to spread my wings.

A long way from Kembleford.

How will you pay for your passage?

Oh, I think you can guess.

It must be a remarkable jewel.

Malpur is famed for its mineral wealth.

EILEEN: 1,000 carats...

and utterly without flaw.

Not quite.

If you look closely, there's a stain.

Beattie's blood.

And unless you repent...

that stain will remain with you for all eternity.

You always know just what to say.

Father...

would you hear my confession?

Please?

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...

Oh, Miss Slither?

No, darling. Not anymore.

Stop her!

You mind your head as you're getting in the car, madam.

RONNIE: Seems like blasphemy, doesn't it?

To see that creature, wearing Beattie's clothes.

MRS MCCARTHY: Ha! You were on the point of stealing her diamond.

And that wouldn't have been the first thing you've pilfered, by all accounts.

Never too late to repent, Mr Grunion.

Shambu will need guidance over the next few years.

I hope you can be a good friend to him.

Padre.

I believe a small "thank you" is in order.

You're welcome.

Oh, we have an item for you to look after.

It may be needed as evidence.

Bunty?

Oh!

I could retire to the south of France with this...

Oh, but Inspector, who would solve all the crimes around here?

OAR ENGINE STARTS

I do hope they both like honey.

Because I have 200 jars of it.

Honey scones?

I think I see another award coming, Mrs M.

Shambu! Please take a seat.

Thank you so much for all of your support, and...

thank you, for believing in me.

You're welcome.

Now, we were keen to invite you here...

Hello!

I'm sorry I'm a bit early, but I have a huge horror of being late.

Come and sit down.

Me too. It brings me out in palpitations.

Oh, really?

As I was saying...

we were keen to invite you both here today

because you've both suffered such terrible losses.

So, help yourselves to cake and scones. Oh...

and to some of my home-made lemonade.

Oh, that's very good...

Have you given any thought to your future?

Not really, but I do know that I want to keep bees.

Yes, I am scared of them, but they feel like my mother's spirit

watching over me.

Oh, that's a marvellous idea.

Bees are what keep the world going.

Pollinating all the crops in the field.

And if you need any help...

BEE BUZZES

FATHER BROWN CLEARS HIS THROAT

Oh. MRS MCCARTHY LAUGHS

Apis meliifera.

The bees.

BEE BUZZES

ALL: The bees.