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I die at peace, knowing I am
innocent of my husband's murder...

.. and that the Lord will
wait for me on the other side.

I have only one request...

Tell Father Brown I forgive him.

We thought you might
require some sustenance.

Most kind.

You mustn't let this get to you.

Katherine Corven's execution
is a result of my actions.

Oh, poppycock! She's the
one who killed her husband.

- That evil witch is getting
what she deserves! - Penelope!

Oh, don't "Penelope" me! You
know you feel exactly the same.

Well, it's true... The world will
be a safer place without her.

If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone.

I would like to pray for her.

For all the good that'll do.

Hello, St Mary's Presbytery.

Yes, it is.

I see.

Thank you for telling me.

Goodbye.

They're letting her go.

Miss Hamsley!

A good, clean shot of Mrs
Corven for the front page,

and a few quotes if possible.

Yes, Mr Gladwell.

Calm!

Thank you all for welcoming
me back into civilisation.

I never abandoned hope that
the truth would come out.

How did it come out, Mrs Corven?

Hearing of my imminent execution,

my husband's murderer
finally decided to confess.

And do you have anything to
say to those who locked you up

for a crime you didn't commit?

God saved me to do His good work.

Those that wronged me shall answer to Him.

This way, please.

Mrs Corven, one more thing!

It was the Corvens'
cleaner, Vivienne Hubb.

Apparently Katherine's husband, Bertrand,

sacked Mrs Hubb over some petty grievance.

She was left destitute and
murdered Mr Corven in revenge.

Why confess now?

Mrs Hubb is old and sick.

She didn't want to die
with it on her conscience.

Or she went doolally.

We all know Katherine killed her husband.

Mrs Hubb gave a detailed
description of the crime,

beyond anything in the public domain.

Perhaps Mrs Corven coerced her
into taking responsibility.

From her prison cell?! More
likely you made a mistake!

You can't just let that evil woman
wander the streets unchecked!

What if she goes after Father Brown?

The-powers-that-be have
deemed Katherine Corven

fit to re-enter society,
at least until her appeal.

Anyway, I doubt she'll bother you
if she's locked away in a convent.

Sorry, I thought you said "convent"!

Haven't you heard?

Our numbers have dwindled,
but we march on.

We lead simple lives here.

It's exactly what I wish for.

Is this really what you want?

After all you've been through,
why not take some time...

I've had plenty of time.

As a postulant, you would be
expected to obey all our rules.

You'd have to leave the
sins of the past behind.

I want to leave the past behind.

I've made so many mistakes,
I've done such foolish things...

Ah, none of us are without blemish.

You ask if I'm certain?

Like Ruth, I know the answer.

"Be not against me, to desire that
I should leave thee and depart,

"for whithersoever thou
shalt go, I will go,

"and where thou shalt
dwell, I also will dwell.

"Thy people shall be my
people, and thy God my God."

In that case... Welcome
to Saint Augustine's!

Mr Slow.

No, thank you.

Thought you might need it.

Heard about that bad one being let out.

I've known Viv Hubb For donkey's years.

Fierce tongue, but a
murderer? Don't be daft.

You want to watch your back
now that Corven woman's out.

Hell hath no fury, and all that.

It's not MY back I'm worried about.

Knowing Katherine Corven,
she will want to torment me.

All those I care about
are possible targets.

You care about everyone, Father.

That's your problem.

And some may be in greater
danger than others.

Oh, here you are, Father!

You're late for parish council.

Ah, I confess it
completely slipped my mind.

Mr Slow. You're looking...

well.

And you are shimmering like

the sunshine on a duck pond, Mrs McCarthy.

Sorry, Father, there's
someone here to see you.

Eddie Hamsley, Kembleford Gazette.

Hoping to get an interview about your role

in the miscarriage of justice
involving Katherine Corven.

What?!

The only "miscarriage of justice"
is that evil woman being released.

Evil? Katherine's the innocent
victim of a flawed legal system.

Yet she shows no bitterness.
She's quite extraordinary.

Extraordinary, indeed.

Mrs Corven has a particular talent

for manipulating how she
is perceived by others.

Katherine was wronged,
Father, by you especially.

It's my duty to tell the
world how it happened.

Father Brown's already
late for an appointment.

I'm starting to wonder what
you have to hide, Father!

Mrs McCarthy, please make my
apologies to the Parish Council.

I'm going to find out
what Katherine is plotting

before she does any damage.

And how exactly will you manage that?!

Do you remember that wardress?

Frances Whittaker. She spent
more time with Katherine

than anybody over the last year or so.

I'll start with her.

At least let me come with you.

About what happened when we
went for a walk by the canal...

Mr Slow, I've told you, I
would prefer if that was never,

ever mentioned again.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Perhaps she's at work?

She resigned from the prison.

I can't see anything. Something's
in front of the door.

We're too late.

Police surgeon reckons she's
been dead since late last night.

The front door was
barricaded from the inside.

Back door locked, key in situ.

Windows bolted. No other exit.

In short, she hanged herself.

Are you sure?

Then there's the empty bottle of Scotch

and the note in which she
confesses her "overwhelming guilt"

at Katherine Corven's
unjust incarceration.

And you said she left her job?

She fell in love with another
warder. George something...

She left her husband

and resigned from the prison
service to be with him.

I'm guessing the happy-ever-after
didn't last long?

I believe George went back to his wife.

Nevertheless, to die so soon after
Katherine Corven's release...

Please tell me you're not sullying
Katherine's name again, Father?

No reporters! This is
a closed crime scene!

Then what are they doing here?

Excellent point. All three
of you, sling your hooks!

What'll it take to convince
you that Katherine's innocent?

Not possible. We know her too well.

Out of interest, what convinced you?

Someone else confessed!

And I know how men like you love
to subjugate strong-minded women.

You don't know anything
about Father Brown!

Not yet, but I intend to.

Maybe you should know what it's like

to have your name dragged through the mud!

Well, she doesn't seem
to like priests much.

So what now?

I stop postponing the inevitable.

- Katherine. - There's no need
to apologise, Father. - Apologise?

Without my tribulations, I would
never have found my true vocation.

You're not fooling anyone!

When did you last see your
wardress, Frances Whittaker?

Ah, a few months ago. The
day she left the prison.

Why? Have you been looking for her?

She died. Last night.

Oh, how terrible. Please offer
my condolences to her family.

God is watching you, every moment.

I pray for it.

So, you have no knowledge
of Frances's death?

I said, Katherine's been at
the convent since her release.

Yes.

I know you bore her a grudge.

I was upset by her cruel treatment of me.

And her language was
terribly coarse, but...

You murdered her, admit it!

I've heard enough of your
baseless accusations. Please leave.

Not until she tells the truth!

We'll see ourselves out.

How is dear old Mrs McCarthy?

I do hope she's in good health.

Forgive me, I should...

It's all right. He made up
his mind about me long ago.

There is something I must
tell you about Father Brown.

Something I've never told anyone.

Frances Whittaker was
found dead this morning.

Good morning. Frances Whittaker?

Used to be a wardress at
Sonning Prison. Suicide.

I could spice it up by linking
it to the Katherine Corven case.

A woman is dead.

That isn't something to be "spiced up".

I'll put together a short obituary.

Yes, Mr Gladwell.

What do you know about Father Brown?

That he's a better investigator
than both of us put together. Why?

He's blaming Katherine Corven
for Frances Whittaker's death

even though she couldn't
possibly have been involved.

It's like he's pursuing
some personal vendetta.

Hear me out.

Father Brown played an active part
in Katherine's original conviction.

He even testified at her trial.

I recall. I was there. Look, Eddie...

You've only been here a few weeks

and you've already managed to upset
the butcher on Dowlands Street,

the tuba player for the marching
band and the whole of the WI.

That art competition was fixed!

We need proof of any wrongdoing,

particularly when it comes to the clergy.

Now, I'm sure you have
real work to be doing.

How did your assignment in
Hambleston go last night?

Nothing to report.

Shame. Well, you'd better
get back to the grindstone.

Kembleford Gazette.

Mother Superior?

Even when Katherine gave her
consent for me to contact you,

I was conflicted.

We value our privacy here

and I've heard great
things about Father Brown.

But hearing him accuse
Katherine of such horrors...

Katherine told me something
that happened to her a while ago.

Before her husband died.

Go on.

You should hear it directly from her.

I warn you, it is most distressing.

Oh! Do not sneak up on a
body like that, Father!

Apologies. I was thinking....

With Katherine Corven at
large, perhaps it would be wise

if we all took... precautions.

Precautions?

I don't wish to alarm you,
but she mentioned your name.

These hands have been kneading
dough for more years than

I care to remember.

So, they are well able to cope with
a young slip of a thing like that!

At least promise me you'll
keep your eyes peeled.

I promise and I'm sure there's
nothing to worry about.

And maybe, maybe she really has found God.

I wish I could believe it.

- St Mary's Presbytery.
- Help!

Who is this?

Father!

Mrs McCarthy? Is that you?

Mrs McCarthy?!

The Inspector said he'd
be here presently, Father.

I just got your message.
Have you checked her house?

Not a sign of her.

Perhaps you should go
back there, just in case.

If Katherine's touched one
hair on Mrs M's head...

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

I was at a dinner party for
my mother-in-law's 70th.

Now, you're certain Katherine
Corven has kidnapped Mrs McCarthy?

Or worse.

I know you think I'm over-reacting...

I want all officers out looking for her.

- If they've gone home, get
them back here. - Yes, sir.

I know we don't always
meet eye-to-eye, Padre,

but if Mrs McCarthy is in danger,

then we won't rest until we've found her.

Thank you. I know where to start.

I trust there's an impeccable
reason for this intrusion?

Where's Mrs Corven?

Sleeping. Come back tomorrow.

It can't wait.

This is a place of sanctuary.

While that woman is under your
roof, none of you are safe.

We both know you pose more of
a threat than Katherine does!

- Him?!
- Katherine's told me everything

and I will not have my postulants
dragged from their beds.

A life is in danger!

Whatever's the fuss?

Where is Mrs McCarthy?

- How should I know?
- See?!

Tell the truth!

Father, I don't have the foggiest
idea what you're talking about.

Everybody satisfied? Good. Now leave.

Unless you wish to end
up back in prison...

Inspector! >

We've found her!

Is she hurt?

Not a scratch, Father.

She was at a meeting for
the Festival Committee.

It overran, apparently.

That lot never use one word
if they can use a hundred!

What a relief!

Now that's cleared up, Father,
I trust you'll apologise

to Katherine and then leave
the premises immediately!

I feel responsible.

I should've stopped that
pompous editor from droning on

about his ideas for next year's Festival.

Are you sure that the phone call
couldn't have been a bad dream?

Well, you have been known
to doze off at your desk.

It was very real.

It was Katherine's way of
discrediting me, and I fell for it.

Sergeant Goodfellow?

Message from the Mother Superior, Father.

Stay away from Saint Augustine's.

You're no longer welcome.

Hardly surprising.

Just to say, I don't
believe one word, Father.

Oh, not her again.

Father, I've come to offer you a chance

to tell your side of the story.

What story would that be?

The one on the front
page of today's Gazette.

We haven't seen it.

Now leave Father Brown alone, or
your only further contribution

to journalism will be a short
paragraph in the obituaries column!

Please excuse Miss Windermere.
We had a disturbed night.

I heard! Accusing Katherine
of all sorts again.

Now everyone will know why, Father!

"Local priest accused of
framing Katherine Corven

"after she rejected his amorous advances."

What possessed you to write such tripe?!

It isn't tripe.

Let me guess -- "no comment"?

Mrs M is worried you're not eating.

Thank you, but I'm not hungry.

She wants to go and see
Mr Gladwell, the editor.

Demand he retracts the story.

The damage is done.

The only way to discredit
Katherine is to prove

she was involved with Frances's murder.

Any clues?

Nothing.

I can't work out how
someone could hang Frances

and then get out of this house.

Maybe it was a suicide?

Katherine was responsible.

And she will not rest until
she has got her revenge.

Well, you've been here for hours. Maybe...

Inspector.

I should've known!

When I read that story
about you in the Gazette,

I didn't believe a word.

Oh, you're a royal pain
in the backside, yes.

But trying it on with that woman,
and then framing her for murder?

- Not you.
- Well, I appreciate your...

But then I got this niggling doubt.

How come Father Brown always
finds some key piece of evidence

just at the right time?

Because he's a better detective than you?

OR because he puts it there himself!

I would never...

Why not?! You're so sure
you've got God on your side.

You'd simply be making sure the
bad guys got their just deserts.

And with Katherine Corven saying
all these... horrible things...

.. I bet you'd be cock-a-hoop
to see her back behind bars.

Her incarceration would give me no joy.

And what WOULD bring you joy?

Her execution?

Is that why you're here?

Planting evidence to ensure she has
a date with the noose after all?

Of course not!

I'd understand, believe me!

Her lies must make you very angry.

I only wish her to find God's
love and repent her sins.

I'll give you the benefit
of the doubt, this once.

Now get out!

Or I'll throw you in a cell...

.. again.

I need to go to the prison.

Ask for permission to
speak to other prisoners.

- You need to sleep.
- Yes, but what if...

Maybe this is her plan?

That she sits back and does nothing

and you chase shadows
and drive yourself mad?

Yes. Maybe you're right.

Listen, eat and sleep.

I'll come back in the morning and
we'll tackle this with fresh minds.

Yes.

St Mary's...

Father?

Katherine, if this is another
one of your tricks...

- Father, it's me.
- Bunty?

Father, hang up. Don't listen...

Bunty!? What's happening?

Be quiet, Father. Don't interrupt.

Now, I'm sure you've seen
the story in the newspaper.

I love the press, don't you?

Useful for all sorts of dirty little jobs.

Anyway, you're going to tell the
congregation that the story's true.

You threw yourself at me
in a moment of wild passion

and, when I refused to succumb,
you framed me for murder.

Then, your reputation in tatters,

you'll announce to your
congregation and the bishop

that you're leaving the priesthood.

Katherine, wait...

If not, your precious Bunty will die.

Shame -- such a pretty thing.

You have 12 hours.

Which is more important to you,
your vocation or your friend's life?

What's in it for me?

We're appealing to your better nature.

I'm 'appy you think I 'ave one.

You know Viv Hubb,

the woman who confessed to the
murder of Katherine's husband?

She's locked up. Word is
she's refusing all visitors.

I need you to talk to
her family, neighbours,

anyone who saw her in the few
days before Katherine's release.

Find out how Katherine persuaded
her to take the blame.

I can try, I suppose.

Thank you, Harold.

I'll go to Saint Augustine's,

- I'm afraid you are persona
non grata there. - Yes.

So what'll you be doin', Father,
while I'm labourin' on your behalf?

Looking for Bunty.

Katherine must have taken her

somewhere where she wouldn't be seen.

a remote farm, abandoned
building, that sort of thing.

In Kembleford? Needle in a haystack.

Yes. But I must try.

Our friend is missing.

If there is even a chance
that Katherine was involved...

There isn't. She was here the whole time.

She telephoned Father Brown and...

The only telephone is here in
my office, which is kept locked.

When did this alleged
conversation take place?

At seven o'clock this morning.

Katherine was at morning prayers.
She was by my side the whole time.

- But... - Father Brown is
either mistaken or lying.

Either way, my patience has run out
and I will be contacting the Bishop.

And tell Father Brown to seek
forgiveness for his own sins

and stop accusing others!

Bad news, Father.

Katherine has an alibi for the time
of your telephone conversation.

Then somebody is lying for her.

It was the Mother Superior herself.

Ah.

Any luck here?

Not yet.

I've been to the old Corven house

and the cottage of Katherine's
former lover, Raymond Worrall.

Nothing. But I have been thinking...

What if Katherine has an accomplice?

Someone doing everything on the outside,

while she sits in the
convent pulling the strings?

- Yes, but who?
- That I don't know.

Don't suppose the kettle's on?

Please tell us you have
found something useful.

The next-door neighbour reckons
Viv had a visit from a young lass

a few days before she confessed.

Katherine was still in prison.

Not the bad 'un. I showed them her picture from
the paper and they reckoned it was someone else.

That reporter!

She arrived at Frances Whittaker's house

before anyone knew what had happened.

So you think she might be the accomplice?

- If it helps, I know
where to find her. - Oh.

Looking for something?

A photograph of Father
Brown for my next article.

Our readers want to know
all about his wicked ways.

Speaking of wickedness,

how did you know so quickly
about Frances Whittaker's death?

Accusing me now?

For your information, I
live on the same street.

I was returning from
an all-night assignment

and saw the police cars outside.

So you thought you'd come
and have a nosey around?

I'm a reporter. It's what I do.

Say "Cheese"!

Follow her, please, Mr Slow,
and find out where she goes.

There's a bottle of scotch
and a hot meal in it.

You had me at the Holy Spirit, Father.

An hour to go.

- Perhaps Blind 'Arry has
been waylaid somewhere. - Oh.

I should get ready for Mass.

Please tell me you're not going
to do what that evil woman asked.

How do you know she won't
kill Penelope anyhow?

I don't.

At last!

Harold, is that you?!

Oh!

- Happy?! Katherine has
left the convent. - When?

Just now. Said she
couldn't find peace there.

She feared the other sisters
believed your lies about her!

Where did she go?

She mentioned visiting an old friend.

You think she'll attend Mass?

Or she's waiting with Bunty
to carry out her threat.

What threat?!

Either way, what choice do I have?

Is there nothing I can say
to make you change your mind?

I fear not.

Mr Gladwell, have you converted
to Catholicism since your divorce?

We had a tip-off this particular
Mass was not to be missed.

You should be ashamed of
yourselves, printing that filth.

We'd assumed you were dead in some ditch!

Or possibly just dead drunk.

Did what you asked. Followed that reporter

back to one of the old paper houses.

She didn't budge all
afternoon till she came 'ere.

Paper houses? So you have been drinking!

A sip, maybe.

I was talking about that row of
little old houses on Mabel Drive.

That's what we always
called 'em. Paper houses.

Cos they was built by
the newspaper company.

Frances lived in Mabel Drive.

The reporter already told us
she lives on the same street.

This just confirms her story.

Well, this might be my last Mass.

I probably shouldn't be late.

Today, I must depart
from my prepared homily

to talk about a personal matter.

Many of you will have seen
the most recent Gazette.

I'm not sure how to say this...

Oh.

It seems we have a feathered visitor.

Many say a jackdaw in the
eaves is an omen of death.

Excuse me.

- Hold the fort.
- But where are you...?

Looking for divine inspiration, Father?

Ah! Harold.

Take these, and find a ladder, please.

Perfect escape route.

Bad news.

My little bird just told me
Father Brown failed in his task.

Let's get ready to have
some fun, shall we?

Miss Hamsley? Are you down there?

God?

No.

Just one of his humble servants.

Are you going to explain what
you were doing in my attic?

Discovering how Frances's
murderer got out of her house

with the front door
barricaded from the inside.

I wasn't even here that night!

I remember. On an all-night assignment.

Given to you by your editor,
Robin Gladwell, I presume?

He had me staking out some
warehouse in Hambleston.

Total waste of time.

Not for him.

He used the opportunity

to gain access to Frances's
house through your attic.

Then he murdered her.

As you rent your house
from the newspaper company,

it would have been easy for
him to get hold of a key.

But, Mr Gladwell?!

He didn't even know the woman!

Didn't he?

I never met his wife.

At least, I thought I hadn't.

It appears Whittaker was her maiden name.

She reverted to it after she left him.

But why kill her?

Because she left him for another man.

And because Katherine
Corven persuaded him to.

Not this Katherine rubbish again!

He was there at the original trial.

Every day.

At first, I thought it was
just professional interest,

but now I think he'd fallen for her.

A fact she used to manipulate him.

She convinced him that he could
get revenge on his ex-wife

without ever being caught.

You're only saying this

because Katherine has
ruined your reputation.

Right now, I couldn't care
less about my reputation.

All I want to do is save
my friend. Help me. Please.

Just give me one hour to prove
that Katherine is behind all this.

One hour, or I print a story
about you sneaking into my attic

so you could watch me getting changed!

I assure you, I never saw a thing.

- Print... - What? - That's it.

I think I know where she's taken Bunty.

This building used to
house the printing press.

Katherine said it herself --

"the press -- useful for all
sorts of dirty little jobs".

I think it was a clue and I
think she wants to be found.

- So it's a trap?
- Probably.

Well, if that's the case, perhaps
someone should inform the Inspector?

This one's on the house!

What are we waiting for then?

Erm, perhaps you should stay
here, Mrs McCarthy. Keep guard.

Might be dangerous.

Sometimes you speak complete codswallop!

Anybody there?

Penelope?

Father Brown!

Just in time.

Let Bunty go.

Why would I do that?

Because the police are coming.

The police?

For little old me?

I know you recruited Mr
Gladwell, the newspaper editor,

to kill Frances Whittaker.

It's possible he did it to please me.

My Robin is such a devoted bird.

My guess is you both came here

the day you were released from prison

and used the newspaper's recording
apparatus so that later,

Mr Gladwell could kidnap Bunty
and deliver your ultimatum to me

whilst you were surrounded
by witnesses at the convent.

Oh, all right, then. I admit it.

Congratulations, Father!

I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.

You have 12 hours.

Which is more important to you,
your vocation or your friend's life?

By the way, did you like my
impression of Mrs McCarthy?

My Robin kept Mrs McCarthy occupied,

while I sowed the seed
of panic in your mind.

St Mary's Presbytery.

Help!

Who is this?

Father!

Mrs McCarthy? Is that you?

Mrs McCarthy?!

You speak as though all
this were just a game.

Haven't you worked it out yet?

It is a game!

Or perhaps we should call it a test.

Just how good are you?

Open that box on the floor.

I'm holding one just like it.

You have 30 seconds to
find me and kill me,

or I'm going to shoot Bunty in the head.

- Don't do this.
- And... go!

30 seconds starts now.

I don't understand.

Why would she give you
the chance to kill her?

To destroy me.

If I kill Katherine, it's a mortal sin.

If I let Bunty die, I will live
with that on my conscience forever.

Couldn't have put it better myself!

To kill or not to kill,
that is the question.

You've already sent me
to the scaffold once.

But are you prepared to
pull the trigger yourself?

20 seconds.

Right, let's find her.

They're in here!

Ten... nine...

- Do something! - Eight...
- I can't take a life.

Even to save one?

Seven... No closer.

It's me you want to hurt.

Actually, I'd quite happily
hurt both of you. Six...

- Please, Father!
- Five... Such a hypocrite!

You were quite happy for
the hangman do it for you.

- Four...
- Just shoot her.

- Three...
- Don't do this.

- Two... Stop me.
- Father!

- Please, Father!
- One...

That's not...

I'll do it!

What have you done?!

Penelope!

So, this was your plan?

To goad me into shooting my own friend.

Father Brown, the murderer.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Let me die.

I have no intention of going back to jail.

Then tell me one thing.

How did you get Vivienne Hubb to
confess to killing your husband?

One of the less-civilised girls at
the cell-block was due for release.

I got her to deliver a letter to Mrs Hubb

offering a small fortune for
her family if she confessed.

If she refused, my friend was going
to pay a visit to her grandchildren.

The old bat was dying.
She had nothing to lose.

I said, let me die.

Not until you have
sought God's forgiveness.

Dear Father Brown.

Still trying to save me.

Without people like me,

what's the point of you?

Katherine! Katherine!

Get away from her!

Look what they've done to you.

What do you mean, what we've
done?! I think you'll find...

Be quiet!

Fear not, my love.

I'll get your revenge.

Not today you won't.

Father, help me persuade
her to go to the hospital.

Mrs McCarthy's right.

Who knows what she used to knock you out?

Don't fuss! It's nothing a
double gin and tonic won't fix.

Thanks for not shooting
me, by the way, Father.

I think it's fair to say that
Father Brown passed the test.

I'm sorry if I put you in any danger.

You know perfectly well, I
wouldn't have had it any other way.

The Whittaker family are
gathering at The Red Lion.

Yes.

Erm, I asked Harold to come with us,
to say thank you for his assistance.

Mrs McCarthy!

Hope you don't mind me tagging along?

Mind? Why ever would I mind?

A free drink and the company
of a beautiful woman?

I should do God's work more often!

- Whatever happened between you
two...? - Penelope! - I'm sorry.

What's wrong, Father?

Without your help, Frances Whittaker
would have been declared a suicide.

She wouldn't have had a
proper Catholic burial.

And as for Katherine... well, you won!

- Won?
- You foiled her plan.

Katherine wanted to destroy my
soul and I wanted to save hers.

We both lost.

There isn't a priest alive that
could've saved that woman's soul.

And I, for one, think you're a hero.

Come on.