All language subtitles for Father.Brown.2013.S08E09.BDRip.x264-HAGGiS

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
- INDISTINCT CHATTER

Well, of course they'll love your designs.

If only I can place the collection.
I'm not reaching too far?

The Lathams show will be the making
of the House of St Gardner, I know it.

What would I do without you to cheer me on?

Lathams?

Oh, how thrilling!

Sorry, couldn't help overhearing.

I'm such a fan of your work, Lady Vivien.

You must be Camille, Vivien's model.

One might even say, her muse?
- CAMILLE CHUCKLES

I wouldn't go that far...
- THEY LAUGH

How kind of you. You must come to the show.

Oh, I would love that.

Effervescent Bunty Windermere
blazes a trail down the Paris catwalks.

Absolute perfection.
You have to come to the show, Bunty.

Your brother is terribly persistent.

Well, we did warn you about him.

Oh, Bunty, I must introduce you to...

Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry,
I didn't catch your name?

Barbara Farrell.
- CAMILLE: The gossip columnist?

Journalist, if you don't mind.

“Miss Windermere cavorts with cocktails
and cads“, wasn't that the headline?

Not a bad one, if I do say so myself.

That's rather a low trick.

I just want to write up your show.

Don't give her anything.
Her column has cost me.

Well, I'm sure you can afford it.

Leave Bunty out of this.
- BARBARA: How gallant.

Do I smell romance, Mr St Gardner?

Must be the third time this week.

I think it best if you leave.

"The Honourable Bunty Windermere...

stalks the seedy Manx Lounge

with notorious womaniser
Harvey St Gardner..."

Don't you dare.

Still good old Alistair at the Evening News?

We're overdue a game of tennis.
- Harvey.

You won't threaten me into silence.

I wouldn't. You don”: want me for an enemy.

ls this wise?

MAN: Come on, Miss.
- Good riddance, I say.

BARBARA: You'll regret this!
- MAN: Don't make a fuss, Miss.

BARBARA:
Get your hands off!

What I want to know, Father,
is who is responsible for that.

Penelope?

Oh, Father! Mrs M!

Oh!
- THEY LAUGH

Penelope!
- BUNTY LAUGHS

Did you miss me?
I've had such a marvellous few weeks.

It has been rather quiet
since you've been away.

It's always quiet when you're away!

Oh, what a darling place!

Look at that! Perfect.

I have brought a few friends.

Models Camille, Maude and Nancy.

Oh, and Lady Vivien St Gardner-Verde
over there

and her brother Harvey.

Good evening to you all!

Oh, and of course, Sir Ralph.

Always an afterthought.

Oh, not true, Ralph.
- You must be the famous Mrs McCarthy.

CAMILLE:
ls this actually the Cotswolds?

Next stop, Paris.

Well, if the show can't happen in London...

Show?

So that's what all this is in aid of?

Lathams Hotel dropped us
for another fashion house.

I did offer them more money.

You tried your best, Ralph, I'm grateful.

Bunty came to the rescue.
Isn't she marvellous?

Yes. Thank you, Bunty.

HARVEY:
I can see it now.

"Vivien St Gardner's exquisite collection
against the quaint parochial setting."

BARBARA:
Goodness me.

ls this horrid little backwater
where it's all happening?

What is she doing here?

Did you think having me sacked
would be the end of it?

Listen, I didn't mean for...

but the things you wrote about Bunty.

Some of us have to earn a crust.

I'm sorry for what happened in London,
Barbara.

A pity for you, Lady Vivien.

My original piece would have been
far less sensational.

PEACOCK CRIES

BUNTY:
How did she know we were in Kembleford?

CAMILLE:
Weren't we mentioned in the Society pages?

Let's forget about Barbara for tonight,
my nerves are shot.

It's a big day tomorrow.

Right, Nancy and Maude, you're through here,
pick any room you like.

And Vivien and Ralph, you're down here
in the Yellow Room...

and Camille, you can have this one.

Thank you, Hunky.

THEY GIGGLE

You shouldn't have intervened on my behalf.

I only told Alastair to tone her down.
I couldn't stand by while she slandered you.

This one's my room.

I'll, um...

take that one, then.

Yes.
- See you in the morning?

Good night.

Little while since we shared.

Well, perhaps Bunty can find you
another room

if you'd rather?
- Oh, no, no, I'm...

I'm perfectly happy with the arrangement.

What do you imagine Barbara meant
by "sensational?"

Bluff, don't you think?

Yes. Most likely.

CLOCK CHIMES

OWL HOOTS

DOOR CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS ON GRAVEL

Oh, it's you creeping about, is it?
- BUNTY SIGHS

Did you hear someone leave?

Well, something woke me,
but then I don't sleep much.

So I hear.

HE CHUCKLES

Do you really not?

No.

Then it has its perks.

I get to see Bunty Windermere in her pyjamas.

I should go.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

FATHER BROWN:
I think it looks rather splendid.

I'm not sure how Lady Felicia will feel
about Montague being invaded.

Look!

Now they're driving her car!

As for Penelope and that Harvey St Gardner...

I think Lady Felicia would understand
Bunty's yearning for companionship.

Father! That is quite a line in cassocks.

And you look simply divine in that hat,
Mrs M.

Oh. Nonsense.

BUNTY:
Cheap trick, buttering up my friends.

I'm absolutely crazy
about your Bunty Windermere.

Oh, he says that about all the girls.

Yeah, but this is the first time I meant it.
- How very reassuring.

We're very fond of Bunty too.

Oh, Inspector. You looking for fashion tips?

Ensuring there are no breaches of the peace,
Miss Windermere.

BUNTY:
I thought you were here for the models.

Models?
- VIVIEN: Time to rehearse, everyone.

HARVEY:
Look out.

I wish she'd buzz off back to London.

She'd hardly come all this way for nothing.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS
- APPLAUSE

The House of St Gardner's new light
and breezy organza, for that carefree look.

Observe how the gold embellishment
accentuates the piece...

It certainly does.

Where's our Penelope?

There she is.

In fitted bodice and coral silk
is Bunty Windermere.

MRS MCCARTHY:
She really does look a picture.

The "Honourable" Bunty Windermere.

Well, a third-rate show deserves
a third-rate mannequin.

I beg your pardon?

Do give it a rest, Barbara.

Yes, you're blocking my view.

I'm not gonna let you poison everything.

BARBARA: You want to discuss your poison,
Mr St Gardner?

I'm sure everyone will be fascinated.

What are you drivelling on about?
- Surely you'd like to know

who your beau really is, Miss Windermere?

Please, Barbara...

Miss Farrell...

whatever your grievance
with the House of St Gardner--

How charming.
A priest defending a nest of vipers.

Don”: concern yourself with me, Father.

God and I fell out a long time ago.

Save these bankrupt souls instead.

Quite ruthless with those roses,
aren't you, Lady Vivien?

What a sham that marriage is.
BARBARA LAUGHS

I could almost feel sorry for Sir Ralph.

You'd better call a halt to this.
- Not with the stories

I've got to tell!
- Steady on.

Mr St Gardner.
- Don't worry, Father.

I'm going.

Your friends lost me my job,
but I'm not done yet.

Ha!

God has not abandoned you, Miss Farrell

despite how difficult things may seem.

If your God cared a fig for me...

He would have spared my fiancé
from friendly fire.

He wouldn't have left me scrabbling
to put food on the table.

We can't all marry into money.

No. Life is much harder for some.

I imagined travelling to the Far East,
and uncovering stories that matter.

And look at me now, Father.

Reduced to trading scandal
and selling to the highest bidder.

Well, that was certainly some spectacle.

This is all my fault.

Harvey had Barbara sacked because of me.

Bunty, you're not responsible
for other people's actions.

But Miss Farrell is driven by the need
to survive as much as revenge.

It's only threats,
she hasn't got a column now.

I wish I could be so sure.

Ralph, would you meet
the buyers from the train?

I want to make sure someone greets them.
- Of course, darling.

I'm so sorry

you had to witness such an outburst.
- Not at all.

Come on. We haven't got time, honestly.

Why haven't you got your clothes on...

Well, no smoke without fire, as they say.

What were you saying to her?

There's no reasoning with the woman.

Harvey, about this whole
"poisoning" business...

is there anything I should know?

Bunty...

ifs true I haven't lived a blameless life.

Women, gambling, drinking?

I do know your reputation, Harvey St Gardner.

And I'm not exactly a convent girl myself.

I don't want to be that man anymore.

Shall we make a pact,
to leave the past where it belongs?

I'd certainly like to talk about our future.

How presumptuous.

I do hope you're not getting
ahead of yourself.

Barbara called me your beau.
- BUNTY CHUCKLES

A few other things besides.

Bunty.

Could you imagine us being together?

Cos lately I can't think about much else.

I wondered how long it would take you.

So I can remember this moment.

BUNTY GIGGLES
- CAMERA CLICKS

Yes, I'll write up their fashion show
as a companion piece.

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Hold on. Who's there?

Must have been the cat downstairs.

Where were we?

No, listen, what I have
is worth far more than that.

Or should I call the Times instead?

You're not really serious
about this young man, are you?

I mean, what will your parents think?

Oh, they'll think he's delightful.

Once they meet him.

Are you sure there's nothing
in what Miss Farrell says?

She makes her living from gossip, Mrs M!

Oh, Father? I w...

What is it?

BUNTY:
Is that... blood?

Hello?

BUNTY GASPS

MRS MCCARTHY:
Holy Mother!

FATHER BROWN:
Per istam sanctam Unct/onem...

et suam piissimam misericordiam

indulgeat tibi Dominus quid quid per visum

sive audifum odorétum

gustum e’: iocutiénem, tacfum.”

MRS MCCARTHY:
"The Fall of the House of St Gardner."

Requiescat in pace. Amen.
- Amen.

BUNTY:
Amen.

She was typing her column.

The murder weapon?

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Oh, the damn train was late.

I dropped them all off at Montague.

Ah, are they happy?

As far as I can tell, but then again,
I'm no judge.

Thank you.

What did Barbara mean about the roses?

Everything she said is a lie, Ralph.

Where are the others?

In the marquis, I think. What's the matter?

Barbara Farrell has been murdered.

Why were you in the house, Padre?

The door was ajar,
and I saw blood on the handle.

GOODFELLOW:
Right, well, thank you for your help.

Miss Farrell telephoned the Evening Mail
at 11:20

but their call was interrupted.

Did they hear anything on the line?

Miss Farrell asked "Who's there?"
and something about a cat.

MALLORY:
And then?

GOODFELLOW: Well, she later said "It's you"
and the line went dead.

So she knew her killer.

Thank you, Padre,
we worked that out for ourselves.

I can't believe it. Who on Earth would...

and you discovered her?

I found something else too.

HARVEY:
I should have told you.

I haven't shown the police,
or Father Brown yet.

I had to stop Barbara damaging
the House of St Gardner.

You were paying her off?

it was idiotic, I know.

Harvey, are you covering something up?

No, I just couldn't let her ruin everything.

Where did you go? After I left you?

To get more film for my camera.

Wait. You can't think for one minute
that I would...?

Bunty?

Father, you don't think Harvey St Gardener
could be a murderer, do you?

Shh.
- FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Oh...

HE WHISPERS:
Miss Farrell's notebook.

It's in shorthand. Over to you, Mrs McCarthy.

I can't make much sense of this,
something about "deadheading roses".

A bracelet, perhaps?

MALLORY:
I'll round up this fashion lot.

See what they have to say for themselves.

Very good, sir.
- Still here, Padre?

We found this.

Probably Miss Farrell's.

Although she favoured pearls.

We'll take it from here, thank you, Padre.

Thank you, Sergeant.

They're carrying on with the show after this?

Well, they've come all this way,
and the buyers are arriving from London.

There must have been some argument
over this journal.

But I don't believe that was this morning.

The fireplace was completely cold.

Well, someone did leave Montague
before midnight.

And it wasn't Harvey.
- And how do you know, pray?

I happened to see him.

Besides, surely a charm suggests a woman?

And, um, well, neither Vivien nor Camille
have an alibi.

Whoever lost the charm
may not be the murderer.

There are visits to a "Vipers Club"
recorded here in the last fortnight.

In Soho.

"A nest of vipers".

Does it say who was there?

No, not that I can see.

You don't know that place?

Well, I've heard of it.
It's after hours drinking and poker.

Oh, and is that the kind of place
frequented by Mr St Gardner?

Even if it is, it doesn't prove anything.

And it could have been Sir Ralph.

Sir Ralph was on the way to the station
at the time of the murder, wasn't he?

If the murderer did indeed
enter Miss Farrell's lodgings at 11:20.

MRS MCCARTHY: Now, there's mention here
of a "Keats Street".

Well, I think it's Keats.

Bunty, you are best placed to search Montague
for a bracelet missing a charm

if you wouldn't mind?

Of course.

There could be a murderer under that roof.
Penelope cannot go alone.

Mrs McCarthy, if you look into
this Keats Street address

I will accompany Bunty to Montague.

And you...

be very careful of that Harvey St Gardner.

Ah.
- Hornby.

Good morning.

Did Mr St Gardner describe his conversation
with Miss Farrell?

He tried reasoning with her, that's all.

Oh, Bunty, I hope you don't mind.

Carrying on seemed the only thing to do.

It's difficult to know how to respond
to such a tragedy.

Where's Harvey?

I wanted some rehearsal photographs
for the buyers.

He's rigged up some sort of dark room.

Excuse us.

Lady Vivian's show
clearly means a lot to her.

She's worked terribly hard for it.

Do the guests know about the death?

No, we...

Vivien thought it best not to mention it.

And they all arrived on the 11:30 train?

That's right.

Why would Miss Farrell feel sorry for you,
Sir Ralph?

I'm sure she doesn't.

That woman talks in riddles.
- Talked.

Yes, of course. Talked.

Must have been hurtful to hear
your marriage described as a sham.

Last night, Lady Vivien spoke
of her gratitude towards you.

Do you support the House of St Gardner?
Financially?

Well, that makes Vivien sound
terribly materialistic.

Was Miss Farrell hinting that Lady Vivien
married you for money?

I'm afraid so.

You know, I don”: care what a fool I seem.

I just don’t want her to leave me.

And you fear she might?

I'm not a decent man, Father.

Quite the opposite.

Why would you say that, Sir Ralph?

In that marquee, just for a moment...

I wanted to thank Barbara Farrell.

If Barbara did bring down
the House of St Gardner

if Vivien‘s business couldn't succeed...

She would still need you.

How despicable, that I could even think that.

What exactly are you looking for?

SHE SIGHS
Creeping up on a girl like that!

Are you gonna search my room next?

Oh, you just might.

What's going on, Bunty?

Do you know the Vipers Club?
- Yes, but it's hardly my scene.

Hang on. You can't think that I'm capable
of killing a woman?

I don't want to believe that, Harvey.

I really don't.

Thanks for that, Frank. Bye now.

Where are those background checks?

Not back yet, sir, but I had quite a chat
with my old mucker from the Met.

This is a murder inquiry, Sergeant.

We haven't time for your class reunions

so stop your gassing...
- Sir.

Why didn't you say so?

Nothing in their rooms.

Perhaps the bracelet
has already been disposed of.

Camille's.

How do you think that mud got there?

Walking through fields at night?

Ah.

Miss Hogan, might we have a word?

Excuse me.

BUNTY:
Camille...

we know you were at Barbara's.

You went through my things?

There was a charm found at Miss Farrell's.
The police have it.

Miss Hogan, you were the only one
not mentioned in Miss Farrell's outburst.

I went to ask her to stop.

In the middle of the night?

I heard you leave Montague.

Miss Farrell talked about "trading scandal".
Were you giving her information?

It wasn't a trade.

I didn't have a choice.

I lost my temper.

Vivien's given me everything,
a job, a roof over my head!

And they've taken it all from me!

Whatever you have on her,
Vivien doesn't deserve this.

Bit late for an attack of conscience.

I can't carry on with this, Barbara.

But you're so good at it.
So much invaluable detail on Lady Vivien.

Thank you.

No!

BARBARA YELLS

THEY GASP

That was a very silly thing to do!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please, Barbara, don't tell Vivien.

She'll never forgive me, I'll...

I'll be on the street.
- Now we have it.

Not loyalty, but saving your own skin.

We're cut from the same cloth, you and I.

I gave you what you asked for.
- You did, Camille.

Alright.

I've got all I need.

Our little arrangement has run its course.

FATHER BROWN:
Was she b/ackmai/ing you?

BUNTY:
What did she have on you?

I was convicted of assault, years ago.

I was defending myself, but...

who was going to believe the black girl
from Brixton over the Eton boys?

Oh, Camille.

Barbara threatened to make a story
out of my conviction.

It would have finished me.

What information were you giving
Miss Farrell?

Only dates from Vivian's diary.

If you tell the truth,
you have nothing to fear.

That hasn't been my experience.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Mr St Gardner.

I'd be grateful if you could help us
with something that's come to light.

Down at the station.

What on Earth?
- Am I being arrested?

Not yet.
- Inspector, is this necessary?

I'll be the judge of that, Miss Windermere.

Harvey...

Something on your mind, Bunty?

SHE SIGHS
Father...

What if you feel someone is telling the truth

but you're worried that
they're holding something back?

Ah.

If only we could see into
other people's souls

but that is God's prerogative.

So we can't really be sure of anyone?

ls there anything you wish to tell me?

Possibly should have mentioned this earlier.

SHE SIGHS

Ah.

MRS MCCARTHY:
£50?

Well, he was clearly desperate
to cover something up.

But if he paid her off,
then why kill her immediately afterwards?

Besides, we haven't ruled Camille out yet.

Or Vivien, for that matter.

She's been absolutely frantic about
this show ever since Lathams cancelled.

Except they didn't cancel,
according to Barbara.

Sir Ralph apparently pulled
the House of St Gardner out.

Well, that's not what he said to Vivien.

Sir Ralph fears that Lady Vivien
will leave him

if the House of St Gardner succeeds.

Ralph would ruin Vivien's show?

FATHER BROWN:
Quite possibly. Mrs McCarthy...

What about Keats Street?

That appears to be a private address
in East London.

Connected with "Deadheading the roses"?

So it would seem.

And these numbers here...
- Are a London telephone number?

Exactly.

It wasn't my apartment.

You just happened to be there
when the police raided a large haul of opium.

And I wasn't charged,
as I'm sure you're aware

so unless this interview is leading
somewhere...

We heard rumours of a pay-off.

To a now disgraced former officer.
- HARVEY SIGHS

Can't even trust the police these days.

Why did you threaten Miss Farrell

and have her thrown out
of the Manx club in London?

You feared she was onto you.

No, that was because of Bunty.

Ah, yes... Miss Windermere.

Desperate in case your wealthy conquest
should discover your drug-fuelled past...

I resent that.

...you had Miss Farrell removed
from the newspaper.

No.
- You were furious

when she followed you to Kembleford.

Well, of course I was angry.
She was slandering my family!

So you threatened Miss Farrell
when she disrupted rehearsals

and afterwards you were seen speaking
with her, not far from her lodgings.

And then I was with Bunty.

Ask her.

But beyond that...

you don't have an alibi.

Did you lose that temper of yours?

Hello, am I through to Keats Street?

Yes, my name is Mary Smith,
and I was wondering if...

No, no, I'm sure I have the right number.

Um...

Oh, please don't go, I need your help.

Uh, um... with, um...

with, er... deadheading the roses.

Sorry? How many...

RECEIVER CLICKS
- What?

She hung up on me.

What did she ask?

How many weeks since planting?

Since planting what? The roses?

I said I needed help.

Perhaps Keats Street is a place
that helps women in trouble?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

I told you, you'll get the rest tomorrow.

THEY CLAMOUR

I can't believe you would--

I'm sorry.

Since when?

Since after we met her at the Manx Lounge.

Why didn't you talk to me straight away?

I couldn't risk you turning against me.

If--
- Oh, you thought that of me?

Really, Camille?

Oh, Bunty, you're here.

Is there any news on Harvey?
- No.

VMEN: It's absurd,
the police taking him in like that.

You need to get ready.
- We know about Keats Street.

BUNTY:
About the abortion.

FATHER BROWN: I take it your husband
was unaware of your pregnancy?

Your brother could be in the cells right now,
Viv, so anything you could tell us...

Lady Vivien, were you planning
on leaving Sir Ralph?

l was always fond of Ralph,
but it wasn't exactly...

BUNTY:
Love?

And at Keats Street...

HARVEY:
Vivien!

Bunty?

He's been released?
- Oh, thank goodness.

Are you alright?

Give Vivien a message from me, would you?
After the show.

An opium den!

It was all such a long time ago.

Nancy, your hat.

I wasn't entirely honest with the Inspector.

You mean, there's more?

Harvey?

I did use the stuff for a while.

It controlled me...

FATHER BROWN:
Your "poison."

It was eight years ago now.

Just after the war?

It's no excuse...
but there are things I can't forget.

I used it to... block out...

And many young men, I'm sure.

If you'd told me at once,
I would have understood!

And would your parents have been
so forgiving?

I very much doubt that.

HARVEY: I kicked the habit years ago,
you heard Vivien.

You weren't honest with me.
- I didn't want to lose you!

Even if I can forgive you,
how will I ever trust you?

Because I'm the same person
that you looked at like this.

I haven't changed since 11:15 this morning.

A quarter past?

May I take a look?

"These bankrupt souls."

MRS MCCARTHY:
And what's that supposed to mean?

I'm letting them in now.

Where's Sir Ralph?

I think he went back to Montague.

What? No, he's probably outside somewhere.
Bunty, you must get ready.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

Silk and sheen are our watchwords here.

Maude in gala gown and taffeta stole,
new to the House of St Gardner.

Followed by Kemblefords very own
Bunty Windermere.

Stunning in silk with a delicate,
nipped-in waist

who wouldn't be bowled over?

Would you knock!
- Sorry, sir.

I told you a highly-trained eye was required.

Good job you kept
those photographs then, sir.

Come along, Sergeant.

Model Camille, who's been with this House
since the very beginning.

Fresh as a spring day in the House of
St Gardner's light and breezy organza.

Fresh as a new start.

Oh... gentlemen, welcome.

l, er, think we've come in
the wrong way, sir.

Oh, you do like to upstage a girl.

A fine example, ladies and gentlemen

of post-war military chic in serge.

Confidence and poise, Inspector.

Will you look at that pair?

Out of my way, Miss Windermere.

Camille Hogan, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Barbara Jane Farrell.

You're not obliged to say anything...
- Best come this way, Miss.

...do say may be put into writing--
- I'm so sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

What a debacle!

No, don't leave!

Vivien! Ralph said to tell you
he knows what the rose is.

Please remain in your seats, everyone.

You leaving, Sir Ralph?

What are you doing here?

I assumed you cancelled the show at Lathams

to prevent Lady Vivien's success,
but I was mistaken,

RALPH SCOFFS
I beg your pardon?

You couldn't afford Lathams hotel

because of your gambling debts
at the Vipers Club.

Am I right?

That is quite an insinuation.

I imagine that your last poker win
was not sufficient

to pay the marquee workers their proper dues.

You weren't thankful to Miss Farrell.

You were fearful of what she might reveal.

I'm in no mood for this nonsense, Father.

You say you left Kembleford at 11:10 today?

What of it?

Lady Felicia's car,
near Miss Farrell's lodgings

at 11:20.

When the killer entered.

The church clock runs five minutes slow.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

There he is!
- Ralph?

Where are you going?

There's nothing left for me here, Vivien.

What's all this?

I didn't mean to hurt her.

But she just kept on and on...

No, Ralph, you... you couldn't have.

Wait!

RALPH:
Stay back, all of you!

FATHER BROWN:
Sir Ralph...

l know you did not intend
to kill Miss Farrell.

I just wanted her to stop.

l-l was ready to beg.

Please... Barbara.

Where does Vivien think you've been
all these poker nights?

Or is she deceiving herself too?

Just hold back on the story,
I will get you more than any editor will pay.

But you are stony broke, Sir Ralph.

Give me a little time.

You can”: gamble your way out of this.

I'm warning you, Barbara...

No!

I feel for you, I really do.

Vivien has used you terribly.

No, Vivien cares for me.

Your wife cares only
for the House of St Gardner.

Do not talk about her like that.
- I'm actually doing you a favour.

Once you know what your wife
is capable of, you'll be free.

What the devil do you mean by that?

She'll drop you the minute
she finds the money has gone.

You were only ever a blank cheque to Vivien!

And now you're just another rose
that she'll have to deadhead.

Stop!

BODY THUDS

Barbara?

TYPEWRITER CLATTERS

It was like I was watching from the outside.

Afterwards, I...

You could not countenance what you had done.

I wouldn't have left you.

I know what you're doing,
but it's no good, old girl.

You... got rid of our child!

It isn’t true.

RALPH:
Don't lie to me!

Barbara was wrong!

I heard you!
- No!

Do you want Vivien to witness that?

I'm going to hang anyway!

I'm still pregnant!

I couldn't go through with it.

HARVEY:
Come down, you bloody fool.

I did want your money at first.

I'm not proud of that.

And I didn't want to bring a child
into a loveless marriage...

but when I got to Keats Street, it was...

it was like waking up.

Love isn't always blinding
and sudden and consuming.

it can grow.

I couldn't find a way to show you,
you seemed so far away.

I do love you, Ralph.

I ruined both our lives.

FATHER BROWN: Your shame and loss
drove you to breaking point...

and now you repent?

You must hand yourself in, Sir Ralph,
and ask God for forgiveness.

RALPH SOBS

VIVIEN: Everything we went through and
the House of St Gardner's finished anyway.

Perhaps after the trial,
when everything's settled down...

Yes, the press will move on eventually.

Hardly seems worth it now.

If only I'd told Ralph...

No, don't, darling,
you can't think like that.

We have to look forward now.

You'll be alright?

I've these two looking after me.

Bye.
- Bye.

Thank you for everything, Bunty.
- Goodbye.

Come with me, Bunty.

We'll go away somewhere, just you and me.
Forget this whole damned thing.

Where will we go?
- Anywhere you like.

You promised me Paris.
- Paris it is.

We'll rent a tiny apartment
with a balcony over the Seine.

We'll dine with poets in dark bistros.

I'm not sure about the poets.

I'll fight them off
when they fall in love with you

and I'll propose to you
on the steps of the Sacré Coeur.

And will I say yes?

You will, Bunty.

You will, because you can't deny
these feelings any more than l can.

We both know where that leads.

You couldn't leave Vivien.

I can't let you go, Bunty.

The baby, the trial, my parents.

It's... it's not...

SHE SIGHS
It's not the right time for us.

You know it, really.

It's not selfish to grab our happiness
when we can.

Harvey, don't make this harder.

I brought all this to your door.
I'm so sorry.

I'll never be sorry about that.

I'll be back for you, one day.
- CAR ENGINE STARTS

Well, at least things can get back
to normal now.

It won't always hurt this much, Penelope.

Well, that's some relief.

I believe Tennyson had a poem
for this sort of occasion.

Honestly, Father, if you're going to do
the "better to have loved and lost" thing

I shall actually scream.