All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S08E05.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
- INDISTINCT CHATTER

Another one.

SHE SIGHS

Thank you.

Can I pay for your drink?

I hate to see a lady in distress.

You're very sweet,
but I don't think that would be appropriate.

Why ever not?

Not that the swine remembered
our anniversary.

An unforgiveable oversight.

Isn't it strange, don't you think

how some people find it hard
to treasure what they already have?

It's an excellent question, Mr...?

Fenthorpe. Harry.

Philippa Thubron.

A beautiful name.

It's ghastly.

You can call me Pippa.

In which case, Pippa...

I won't tell if you won't.

CORK POPS
- Ah! Champagne!

SHE LAUGHS AND SIGHS

Shh!

I thought you said your husband
was away on business?

He is.

But I don't want to wake
the new housekeeper.

I get the feeling she's a bit of a prude.

Happy anniversary.

Sorry...

SHE SIGHS

Oh...

Oh!

I think I've had a little too much to drink.

I wish you the sweetest of dreams.

DIAL CLICKS

HE SIGHS

MAN: ...and that's when my wife happened
to walk into the shed.

Ah.

Well... in that case...

Deinde ego re abso/vo a peccat/s tuis

in nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

I think...

perhaps a visit to the doctor.

Just in case.

Anyone else?

MAN CLEARS HIS THROAT

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

and it's been so long since my last
confession, I can't really remember

how all this works.

Hercule.

Are you here to confess your sins?

Why else would l have come, Father?
- Very well.

You had better make a start,
else we shall both be here

until the last trumpet sounds.

Touché.

Very well, I shall cut to the chase.
I seek your assistance.

To help you back to God?

To catch a thief.

One who specialises in religious antiquities.

You seek my assistance to help catch...
yourself?

Not me. Another thief.

Goes by the name of Alexander Romanici.

I've never heard of him.

But I imagine you have heard of
the 15th-century chest depicting

the Stations of the Cross that went missing
from a private collection

in Naples last month?

A collection protected by
a 24-hour armed guard.

I assumed that was you.

Flattering. But no.

Alexander Romanici appeared
from nowhere a few months ago

and has already gained a reputation
for daring heists pulled off with aplomb.

And you do not relish the competition?

Alexander Fiomanici has a very annoying habit
of getting there first.

HE SCREAMS

Why should I help you capture this thief,
when your only motivation

is to commit the same crimes yourself?

Surely, Father, you should leap at any chance
to guide a sinner towards redemption?

If that means a period of incarceration
so they may better reflect

on their life choices then...

By the same logic,
I should turn you over to the authorities.

FLAMBEAU SCOFFS
I am a lost cause, Father.

You know that.

I do not believe in hopeless causes.

The Lord gives eternal hope.

Think of these precious artefacts, Father.

How do we know that Alexander Fiomanici
treats them with the same care that I do?

Hercule, if you do not wish to repent

would you be so kind
as to vacate the confessional

so someone else can seek
forgiveness from God?

Or perhaps you would prefer
that I called for Inspector Mallory?

Patience is a virtue, Father.

I'm getting to my point.

You see, my research found no trace
of anyone with the name Alexander Romanici.

There were, however,
clues at each crime scene

as to Romanici‘s true identity.

A thread of dark hair...

A single smudge on a wine glass...

The lingering scent of perfume...

Perfume?

A distinctive scent.

One I recognised instantly.

Come to bed.

Wake up!

Just a minute... I just need...

Your new housekeeper?

What does she look like?

FLAMBEAU: It was the name, however,
that confirmed my suspicions.

"Alexander Romanici".

It is an anagram.

Marianne Delacroix.

It appears my daughter is trying to punish me
for refusing her request to join forces.

Ah.

And presumably,
the small matter of being absent

for the first 20 years of her life.

There is that.

I take it you're still not keen
on her joining the family firm?

She's already stolen
from some very dangerous people.

She's playing with fire.

Would you prefer she were in jail?

Perhaps there is another way.

Now, she won't listen to me, obviously,
but you...

Please, Father.

I understand her desire for vengeance

but I'm afraid she'll take this game too far.

Now, I may not have been
the best role model...

but I do not want tragedy to befall her.

If we can find a way of getting
you two face-to-face

and in doing so prove
that it's only a matter of time

before the police, or worse,
catch up with her...

You hope she will reconsider
her path in life?

Exactly.

Would it not be better to lead by example?

It's a bit late for that, don't you think?

I take it you have a plan?

FLAMBEAU: First, we need to get Marianne 's
attention with the right artefact.

Something she knows I would like
to get my hands on.

Father! Have you seen this?

The lost ring of Saint Edward!

Can you imagine?

Found after...
Well, it must be hundreds of years!

FLAMBEAU: Then we need to convince
Marianne to move fast.

REPORTER". The Ring of Saint Edward will go
on display at Gloucester Museum this Saturday

for one day only, before being taken
to London for further examination.

Police are on the look-out
for notorious thief Hercuie Flambeau

previously thought deceased,
following a tip-off

that he is very much alive
and intends to steal the rare artefact.

FLAMBEAU: After that,
we simply need to catch her in the act.

What will happen to the ring?

Why does it matter?

It isn't real. It's a bauble I picked up
in a Parisian flea market.

Fortunately, the current curator
of this museum is ill-informed, suggestible

and often, by this time of day,
three sheets to the wind.

Don't you think your daughter
will recognise it's a fake?

Not until she examines it for herself.

And by then, it'll be too late.

Do you think we will catch her?

Trust me. We'll catch her.

All we have to do is watch and wait...

Hello, Marianne.

Glad you could come.

THIEF SIGHS

Who are you?
- Me?

I'm a mug, that's who I am.

You can have the poxy ring.
Don't want it anyway.

I was only doing what I was told.
- By whom?

Alexander Romanici.

Tell me everything.

Or I'll stuff you and put you on display.

I was involved in the Cheltenham
race course robbery, see?

Got a letter from this Homanici fella
saying he'd grass me up

if I didn't do what he told me.
I had no choice!

Where did you arrange to meet
Mr Romanici to hand the ring over?

Letter didn't say anything
about handing it over.

Just to pinch it.

Oh, and to give you this if you turned up.

Said, "A fella with a beard...

will probably be with a priest."

To be honest,
I thought that last bit was a joke.

DISTANT ALARM RINGS

Time to leave, I think.

ALARM RINGS

Typical!

FLAMBEAU:
Sorry again about the driving.

FATHER BROWN:
It's quite alright.

FLAMBEAU: That one police car
was surprisingly tenacious.

FATHER BROWN:
Well, at least we got home alright

which is more than can be said
for that poor fox.

Father. How lovely to see you again.

Father. I wish I could say the same for you.

Did you enjoy your trip to the museum?

We simply wished to talk to you.

Why bother?

You clearly consider me a fool
if you think I'd be duped

by that dreadful ring!

I could tell from the photograph
it was a replica.

Father, perhaps you could...?

We wanted to dissuade you
from continuing with a life of...

illegal activity.

A tad hypocritical, don't you think,
considering how you spent your evening?

No. I have a better idea.

A contest.

A contest?

To discover who is the better thief,
my father or me.

What are the stakes?

We must each offer a prized piece
from our private collection.

I shall offer the Stations of the Cross chest
I stole in Naples last month.

You must offer up the Florentine Chalice.

You told me that wasn't you!

Did l?

Very well.
- I haven't finished.

The winner takes both items and continues
with whatever "activities" they see fit.

The loser, however,
pledges to return their entire collection

to the authorities.

You must be out of your mind.

My collection is the rival of any in Europe.

And renounce their life of crime for good.

You're not serious.
- Oh, I'm deadly serious.

The loser must pledge to do
their utmost to be a law-abiding

decent citizen from this day forward

refraining from so much
as littering in the street.

Impossible.

Don't you believe you can beat me?
- Of course I can beat you--

So what's the problem?

Very well.

And how is the contest to be decided?

Good point, Father.

Thievery is an art form, after all.

Father Brown shall be the judge.

He does seem to have a singular
understanding of the criminal mind.

Let him decide how we are to be tested,
and who shall emerge victorious.

I'm assuming, of course,
you trust him to be a fair referee?

There is no man I trust more.

Father... what do you say?

What possible reason could you have
for agreeing?

They have both sworn to respect my decision

which means one of them, at least,
will renounce their life of crime.

Oh, if you think for one second
that Hercule Flambeau

is going to play by the rules,
then you have less sense than a flea, Father.

I must say, I agree with Mrs M on this one.
- I refuse to give up hope.

I believe there is part of him
that craves redemption.

If there is, it's a very small part.

And what of Marianne?

She is new to this path of sin.

If my involvement prevents her
making her father's mistakes

it is my duty to try.

Alternatively, and...

I am just playing devil's advocate here

you could lock the church door
with them both inside and call the police.

Oh, at least promise us you'll be careful?

They're doing battle,
I'm merely the umpire.

Yes, but where Flambeau's concerned,
events have a nasty habit of escalating.

That is why I am so glad
that I can count on your help.

Oh...

I will set you five tasks

testing the skills necessary
for your chosen profession.

Whoever completes a task first
will receive one of five chess pieces

rook, knight, bishop, queen or king.

Whoever has the most pieces
at the end wins.

And what about the chest?
- And my chalice?

I trust you will keep them safe?
- Well said.

I wouldn't want my prize to go missing.

I've already chosen where to put it.
- Fear not.

They will be watched over
by an ever-vigilant eye.

So what's the first task?

This morning, I hid the first piece
in the custody cell

at Kembleford Police Station.

Jonathan.

Sergeant Goodfellow has kindly conceded
that what happened was an accident.

Your mother is waiting for you at home.

Might I suggest that next time
you exercise a little common sense?

Father.
- Or you will end up in more serious trouble.

Mm-hm.

After you.

FATHER BROWN:
You have to retrieve it without being caught.

You want us to walk into a police station
in broad daylight?

There is a chance the Kembleford Constabulary
still believe you are dead, Hercule.

Perhaps you could put a sheet
over your head

pretend you're a ghost?

Oi, you alright there, sir?
I think you've had enough.

Ge' off me!
- Hey, I'm only trying to help.

I don' wan' yer 'elp!

I think you need to calm down, my friend.
- Oh, do you?

FLAMBEAU LAUGHS

You need to start behaving yourself
and get yourself home

otherwise I'll have no choice
but to take you in.

Oh...

FLAM B EAU G ROANS

HE LAUGHS
- Right!

With me.
- What you doin‘?

Get this way, you.
- What you doin‘...

GOODFELLOW:
Come on, you.

Take yer hands off me!
- Yes, yes.

What's this?
- Nothing for you to worry about, sir.

This one's had more than he can handle,
is all.

I'll put him in the cell to sleep it off
and I'll deal with him when he's sobered up.

All yours, love.

MALLORY: The cleaner's off sick, young Gladys
here has stepped in as her replacement.

GOODFELLOW:
Come on, you.

No, wait, wait!
- Come on.

Wait!
- Come on, in the cell.

Wait--
- Get in.

Mrs McCarthy, these scones are divine!

Oh, how very kind of you to say.

Hercule, I see they let you out.

Just a slap on the wrist, that's all.

Fortunately they still think
I'm Bert Frogmore, a local pig farmer.

I'm glad you're exploring options
for alternative employment, Daddy Dearest.

I would hate for you to be destitute.

We have barely started, my girl.

What's next?

Ahem...

An hour from now,
there will be a christening at St Mary's.

Afterwards, Mrs McCarthy will walk
from the church to the presbytery.

The next piece will be in her handbag.

You have to take it from her
before she reaches her destination.

No disrespect to Mrs McCarthy,
but is this wise?

I mean, she's hardly
the most formidable opponent

if it comes to a physical confrontation.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

Oh, thank you!

You're not allowed to touch or harm
Mrs McCarthy or her property.

If you do, you will be disqualified
and the piece will go to your opponent.

I have no idea how you convinced me
to participate in this...

this débéc/e/

And as hr you mo...

I shall not let go of this handbag.

So, you may as well give up now!

BABY COOS

Could you not follow on behind?

Rules of the contest.

Everything will be tickety-boo.

All you have to do is walk back
to the Presbytery.

That's easy enough for you to say.

You're not the one being used
as a target for... ruthless criminals!

Remember,
they're not allowed to touch you.

And anyway, Hercule wouldn't hurt a fly.

What?

We will meet you back
at the Presbytery in a few minutes.

And I will make you a nice cup of tea.
Now, good luck!

You stay away from me.

Now, you have nothing to fear from me,
Mrs McCarthy.

I simply wish to talk.

I am not giving you the chess piece.
I have promised Father Brown.

No, I completely understand.

But the thing is...

if I win then my father has pledged
to give up his criminal activities

and I thought you would want
Father Brown released

from such a... corrupting influence.

Nothing could ever corrupt Father Brown!

Uh-uh!

No, but you must admit he does allow
my father to put him in some...

dangerous situations.

Why not help me to deliver him...

from evil?

No! No.

I have given my word and that is final.

But--
- Good day, Miss Delacroix.

GIRL SOBS

GIRL SOBS

Oh, heavens above...

what's the matter with you?

No, you dry those tears.

ls it your knee?

ls that what you've done?
Oh, it's very bruised.

But I don't see any blood...

So, no blood, no s...

Come back here, you little scamp!

Oh...

Oh, Bridget McCarthy, you are a fool!

That's what you are!

You have a bright future, my girl.

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

BUNTY'S VOICE:
Good afternoon.

The Honourable Penelope Windermere.

I need to have a peek inside
my safety deposit box...

MAN:
Certainly, madam.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Watch where you're going, will you?
- Sorry...

Congratulations, daughter.

You've exceeded my expectations.

Why waste your energy
in patronising platitudes

when you should be busy planning
for your retirement?

"Ahem".

Yes, Father?

We need a tie-breaker.

So?

Meet me at St Mary's tomorrow morning
at ten o'clock

and I will tell you all you need to know.

And what do we do until then?

Perhaps you should spend your time
trying to resolve your differences?

I'd rather get an early night.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN?

DRAWERS CLATTER

I anticipated one of you might try this,
although my money was on your father.

I was merely making sure
that my property is safe.

I was worried
he might have stolen it already.

Or are you concerned that you may lose?

Lose? To him?

His pride will be his downfall.

Yet there is fear in your eyes.

Hatred, not fear.

Tell me, Marianne.

What is the real reason
you laid down this challenge?

You know the reason.

To punish my father...

for casting me aside.

And to prove that I am the greater thief.

What other reason could there be?

Very well.
In that case, you'd better get some sleep.

You'll need your wits about you
in the morning.

"The victory bell soon shall ring,
for whosoever finds the king.

Within this realm of prayers and stones,
it lies beneath a pile of bones."

A bit Robert Louis Stevenson,
isn't it, Father?

Whoever finds the location of the king
will win the final piece.

Victory bell...

It's a waste of time.

If it lies beneath bones,
it's hardly gonna be up here.

The churchyard?

I suppose it's too much to hope for
that one of the graves belongs to a Mr King?

Father Brown wouldn't have us
digging up consecrated ground.

Unless...

FLAM B EAU G ROANS

HE GRUNTS

Help me.

Help you?

This crypt houses some of the bones
of King Peada of Mercia

a Pagan convert to Christianity.

Perhaps there's some cavity underneath.

If you help, we can move it.
- SHE SCOFFS

And how would that benefit either of us?

Or do you wish for us to wrestle
for whatever lies below?

I thought we might cross that bridge
when we came to it.

Perhaps this was all part
of Father Brown's plan?

To force us to work together.
Find a compromise.

And what compromise would you suggest?

I was wrong.

Let's join forces.

Keep our treasures.

Together, there is nothing
we couldn't accomplish.

This is a trick.

Natural that you might think that.

I wasn't there for you
when you were growing up

and when I finally had the opportunity
to get to know you, I pushed you away.

But please, don't let my past mistakes
ruin the chance we have now.

And if I were to agree?

We go together, right now, to Father Brown

and tell him the contest is off.

I know I don't deserve your forgiveness.

All I ask for is another chance.

Come here.

This is all I ever wanted.

I know.

What are you doing?

Like I told Father Brown...

your pride will be your downfall.

This was never about you.

I don’t understand.

The things I have stolen.
The crimes I have committed.

It wasn't to get your attention.

I did it because I'm good at it.

As for joining forces...
SHE SCOFFS

I'm better off without you.

I always have been.

If you care so little,
why bother with all this?

Because I need your chalice. That is all.

My chalice? Why?

Compensation.

The chest I stole, it turns out,
was the property of Vincenzo Murgida.

The head of the Oamorra crime family?

Murgida found out it was me
and he made me a deal.

I return the chest and give him your chalice
by way of apology

and I don't get chopped into tiny pieces
and fed to his dogs.

You intend to give him both artefacts?

As soon as I retrieve the final piece.

Murgida is nearby, waiting.

In case I attempt to run.
- Marianne, listen.

These people, you think
they will simply forgive and forget?

Give them the artefacts
and they will kill you anyway

just to prove that they can!
- You're wrong.

What if I'm not?

Let me help you.

Didn't you hear me, Father?

I don't need your help.

Marianne!

Marianne, don't do this!

Where is it?

I cannot help you.

SHE SIGHS
Why not?

You really think my father plays
by the rules?

Tell me where the final piece is,
and you will go down in history

as the man who made the infamous
Hercule Flambeau

finally turn his back on sin.

The riddle contains all you need to know.

SHE GROANS

"Within this realm of prayers and stones..."

The altar stone!

To remove the mensa would mean
the altar would lose its consecration.

No...

"Within this realm..."

Somewhere nearby.

"A pile of bones..."

Stand.

SHE LAUGHS

All this time?

FATHER BROWN:
Congratulations.

You have beaten your father.

And where is he, by the way?

Mm... He has been unavoidably detained.

Your superiority is proven.

Why now continue down this road
to damnation?

The chest and the chalice.

Now.

MRS MCCARTHY:
I am so sorry!

What do you mean they are missing?

Well, I must have nodded off
and then when I woke up, they were gone.

No. This is a trick.

You and my father planned this together!

Father Brown would never do any such thing.

I gave you my word
I would be a neutral judge.

So where are they?

Your father.

You said he'd been detained?

He's taken them, hasn't he?

FATHER BROWN:
It would appear so.

They're going to kill me.

Let me help you.

There is nothing you can do.

Murgida won't stop until I'm dead.

Well, we will find your father,
and tell him why--

He already knows.

See what sort of man he is?

He'd rather let his own daughter die
than lose a bet.

I cannot believe that.

He broke into my room upstairs.

Went through my belongings.

Probably checking for loose change.

And now he's disappeared
with the chest and the chalice.

I need to get as far away
from here as possible.

Something missing?

Notebook.

You like a wager.

I bet you a shilling that you wrote
where you are meeting the Camorra

in your notebook.

Your father hasn't cheated you.

He's trying to save you.

Who are you?

My name is Hercule Flambeau.

I have heard this name. You are a thief.

You are here to steal from me?

I am here on behalf of Marianne Delacroix.

She was supposed to come in person.

We had a deal.
- Unfortunately, she's been held up.

A problem with the local police.

Let me guess.

You are the father?

You have the same arrogance in your eyes.

I wish to repay her debt.

To conclude the business between you.

You have the chest and the chalice?
- Yes.

Where are they?

If I give them to you,
how do I know you won't kill me?

Or my daughter, for that matter?

You don't.

Hm...

Mm.

Your daughter should be more careful
who she steals from.

She's young.
She won't make the same mistake again.

As her father, I take full responsibility
for her actions.

I respect that.

A father should look after his daughter.

Protect her.

And, of all people, I know how
troublesome one's children can be.

I give you my word that your daughter
will not be harmed.

Thank you.

You heard him.
The man wishes to take full responsibility.

FLAMBEAU YELLS

It has been a pleasure
to do business with you.

When you are finished,
throw him in the incinerator.

Wait.
- Do not beg for your life.

You'll only embarrass us both.

Let me work for you.
- Work for me?

I am an exceptional thief.
I have contacts across Europe.

I'm more use to you alive.

And what would you be prepared
to do for me?

Anything-
- Anything?

Anything.

Get the boy.

We need to do something. Now!

What? They are armed with guns.
We have nothing.

We have your car.

Go, get in, pump the accelerator,
and then start it up.

I don’t understand.

It's a trick,
taught to me by my old friend Sid.

Not very good for your engine, I'm afraid,
but it may just save your father's life.

Go.

Last night, outside the pub

I caught him trying to steal from me.

I had not yet decided his punishment,
but you have helped me

to reach a decision.
HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

Kill him.

Kill him. Or my friend here kills you.

And then we find your daughter.
- You gave your word.

The rules have changed.

The boy or your daughter.

Which is it to be?

I'm a patient man, but do not test me.

If you wish to save yourself
and your daughter, kill the boy.

DISTANT BANGS
- FATHER BROWN: Police!

Stay where you are!
- HE YELLS IN ITALIAN

Only me.

OAR ENGINE ROARS

Thought you might need some assistance.

Father! You are a sight for sore eyes.

You know I wouldn't have killed you, right?

To be fair, I warned young Jonathan

he would get into serious trouble.

Learned your lesson?

How did you guess where Father Brown
had hidden the artefacts‘?

I clearly know my old friend too well.

He would never leave
such valuable items unsupervised

while there were two master criminals about.

And there are very few people
he would trust to be his “ever-vigilant eye".

Mm... mmm...

Do you think Murgida will come after you?

He probably thinks I'm locked up
in some prison somewhere.

Either way, I doubt he'd feel it
was worth the effort

now that he has the artefacts.

Thank you for your... assistance.

Still, l could have found a way to deal
with Murgida myself.

And, of course, this doesn't change anything.

The bet. You lost.

Excuse me?

I got the final piece.

We may not have the chest
and the chalice anymore

but the deal remains.

You must return your collection
and turn your back on crime.

You gave your word.

I did.

And will you keep it?
- My word is my bond.

You might believe me to be duplicitous
but a deal is a deal

and I would never seek to wriggle out
of my obligations.

I'm glad you feel as I do.

There is one problem, however.

I knew it!

I do not dispute the terms of the wager.

The issue is... I didn't lose.

I got the final piece.

Father, forgive me if I'm wrong,
but were your precise words not

"Whoever has the most pieces wins"?

That is what I said.
- Exactly!

I have three pieces while you only have two.

SHE SCOFFS
So you found some duplicate pieces.

You really think we'd fall for that? Look...

This is all I ever wanted.

FLAMBEAU:
I know.

We had a deal!

Father, surely you agree this doesn't count.
I was clearly the winner!

This is the end. I have more pieces.
- SHE SCOFFS

Only because you stole them from me!

During a contest to see
who was the better thief.

That isn't fair! Father?

This is exactly why you must stop, Marianne.

Fairness and justice have no place
in the world that you have chosen.

FLAMBEAU:
You know what?

I release you from your obligation.

The path you choose is up to you.

But you shouldn't waste your life
proving that you are better than me.

There's no need.

I never doubted it for a moment.

KNOCK ON DOOR
- MALLORY: Yes?

Please don’t tell me someone has died.

I have an appointment
at the dentist in an hour.

Nothing like that, Inspector.

In fact, I have good news.

A sinner has seen the error of their ways

and wishes to return some stolen items.

And who might this be?

Sorry. Seal of the confessional.

Still, the retrieval of the goods will prove
to be a feather in your cap

even if the culprit remains at large.

The address where the goods are being held

and a description
of the more significant items.

But these are...

How did...?

Flambeau!

Has to be him!
I knew that sneaky blighter wasn't dead.

I can assure you, Inspector, that Flambeau
was not behind any of these crimes.

Not directly, at least.

And I can give you my word that the culprit
has renounced their life of crime.

I need to speak to the Chief Super.

Yes, now!

Check!

Perhaps you should consider
early retirement after all?

Why should l? I won the bet.

Would it be such a bad thing?

You think my daughter has awoken
some long-forgotten goodness in me?

How do you know I didn't predict
how this would all play out from the start

and won the wager by exploiting you both?

You are saying you are as ruthless as ever?

At least think about it.

Eventually, we will all have to face
the final judgment

and ruthlessness cannot save you then.

Checkmate.

You have always been
a worthy adversary, Father.

One more, for old time's sake?

Well...

perhaps one more.